The Black Drake

Back at Vulcan's Studio

You sat at the desk, drumming your taloned fingers along the wooden desk, each claw embedding themselves in the wood as Vulcan hummed in the corner.

The room was small, but well kept, clean and organised like the studio, but this make-shift office was a lot smaller, and with a little elbow grease, You had managed to get the desk in here ready for the interviews.

But of course, Vulcan insisted that she go first... said that she needed to show you something.

"Alright then..." You said promptly standing, annoyed with the awkward silence "come on then spit it out, let's get this over with, what do you need?"

Vulcan got to her feet, walking around to the front of the desk and plopping down in the seat. Her wild blond hair splayed across her face, those queer magenta eyes staring at you as she cheesed like a Girl about to head into a bouncy castle "Well?" You asked after a minute or two, slightly afraid of what she would come next, she was a monster, a crazed Wendigo who feasted on flesh like a mad beast, unpredictable, untamable

"I finished your mask." You paused, wow... she looked strangely lucid, and she looked happy

"Oh, well thank you."

"It's the best I think that I've ever made, Painted steel, comfortable in the inside, gold mixed with Black... like your lord's locket." She pointed to the gleaming Black and gold gem that hung around your neck.

You grinned excitedly "Cool, let's have a look."

She nodded, brandishing it free to see.

Ho-ly shit.

"That is fucking awesome."

*Sniff sniff* I can die a happy beast, for I have laid my eyes upon excellence and found that nothing compares...

"It's so shiny..."

PUT IT ON OUR FACE RIGHT NOW!

The Mask was a multilayered, sharp and smooth ridged on the top, the Sharp visor was black as night, shiny like it was made of crystal, extending into a snout-like upper jaw that ended in jagged teeth, the lower jaw was inter-connected to each temple the bottom jaw's jagged teeth were made of brilliant gold and shot down to complete the snout, Your eyes wondered on the pitch-black visor's circular lenses that were etched with blood-runes.

But the icing on the cake was the top plate, extending from each part of the forehead, where two black metal horns, jagged and tall and curved inward... "The Drake..." She whispered, "The Black Drake... My magnum opus..." She grinned her sharkish grin, watching as You stared at the unholy beauty.

"For all that is good and holy, you give me that thing, please lord, you crazy, crazy lady. gimme." Vulcan's smile widened, as she tipped the mask out of your grasp.

"I will, Cowboy, for a price..."

You narrowed your eyes "You cruel little vixen." a sigh escaped you "What do you want?"

Rudy tapped her chin, she seemed oddly decisive at the moment, calculation rumbled in that pretty-monster face of hers "hmmmm, I have an idea, Cowboy... You know I used to adore breaking horses in back west, I used to do this thing you know, taking them down with these sweet buns alone..." Vulcan ran her hand over her jean covered ass, you raised an eyebrow, quite intrigued

"Oh?"

"Oh yes, I was quite the cowgirl myself... very, durable, flexible." She gritted her teeth, her eyes bludging as she suddenly and quickly hopped the desk onto your lap, You jolted in surprise as her face suddenly came rushing at You, pausing to flash that sharkish grin "So what do you say? big strong Vampire Lord, how about I show you my breaking technique?"

She smelt nice, in an odd kind of way, like a hungry autumn, browning leaves and woodsmoke, that mixed with the way she sat on your lap, legs spread wide, the weight of her pelvis on your swiftly hardening bulge "OH COME ON, earn that mask." She leant forward, her long tongue slipping across your cheek, the soft wet thing lapping you like a hungry dog.

"The Other's are waiting outside." You whispered, feeling the lustful animalistic aura emanating from her like an bitch in heat, Rudy sighed, no breath left her lips.

She Brandished your mask again, almost out of thin air "Watch. with those tasty little eyeballs of yours."

She removed one of the sharp finger rings from her pocket, pricking her scared fingers so that a few droplets of blood coated the sharp edge in ichor. A red zap struck at the crystalize visor of your mask, drawing the Blood rune on carefully in the shape of Noxium's insignia "There we are, here." she slipped the tool unto your finger "Now, that's the concealment rune, you're a clever puppy so I know that You'll get the hang of it after the first 5 or so."

As smooth as Buttering bread, she slipped the mask over your head, unbuckled your belt and tore it open, unsheathing your rod as she growled in anticipation "hmmm, It's been so long, I hope it fits..." She said, shifting the mask's visor up so that she could see your face "Look, Cowboy..." She shed her top with an easy that took your breath away, it was either that or her perky breasts that pricked up like cute twin mountains which she had revealed in one fell swoop.

She traced her finger up her smooth abdomen, measuring the length up past her belly button "See, you're gonna go so deep..."

"You wanna fuck in front of my entire clan? as tempting as that is, Its not a very good first impression ugh!" You groaned, eye-widening as you felt vice tight wet wall close in on you

"W-What the fuck!?"

Hmmm, wastes no time, I LIKE HER EVEN MORE!

You didn't even see her remove her jeans, but she kept her White panties on, sliding them aside so that she could begin to ease you deeper inside of her "Country rooooads.... take me hoooome, to the place that I belong..." Rudy sung to herself In a whispering voice, her face hardened like she might burst.

"You know." She suddenly became lucid again, biting her lips so that her sharp teeth drew blood, "I do like a little bump and.... hmf.... grind." She growled, twisting her hips, stirring herself up with your length "But, sometimes, You have to move in reverse, to move forward."

"What... ugh... what the fuck are you talking about?" But her face was no longer your concern. without actually unsheathing you from her insides, she raised her smooth legs, up, it was the strangest feeling, like her lips were devouring you further, coaxing you deeper, until both of her legs clapped shut right in front of your face, She began to twist, shifting on an axis until her back faced for towards the ground, her head peeking up from under the desk as Her legs clamped around your waist "Jesus fucking christ!" You groaned, the waves of purest pleasure washing over you

"Told you I was flexible!" She growled, jolting back to entrap your even more with her cunt "N-Now... oh my... that is quite big, I really can feel you nudge in there... perfect, right, TO BUSINESS! LORD NOX WILL SEE YOU NOWWWW!!!!!"

You snapped out of your lustful trance "Wait wut, hold on!?"

But it was too late, In came the first of many, the First of your Noxium interviews: Belle.