The Defilement of a Priestess

The High Priestess tugged at his tunic, and Markus responded by pulling it off and throwing it to the side. Alarra was obviously pleased by what she saw, and smiled as she traced her fingers along his distinct abs and sculpted chest.

While Alarra distracted herself with Markus’ body, his own distractions took hold. The virgin blood on his throbbing plow stirred a terrible new desire in him, and he longed to taste her. A discomfort grew in his mouth, and he could feel his canines grow behind his lips. His hungry eyes drifted from her deflowered garden, up her beautiful and curvy torso, to her smooth neck, partially obscured by her cascading wavy golden hair.

The vampiric desires were abruptly suppressed when Alarra’s hand grasped his plow. The arousal was overwhelming as she began stroking him back and forth. He gasped from her delicate touch, and quickly reached behind her in response, grabbing and pulling her body against his. Her hand slipped away, and she cried out, as he pushed himself back inside of her.

He cherished the warm moist intoxication of her garden, and gently plowed her back and forth, while she reached behind his head and urged him towards her breasts. He happily complied, gazing down at her perfect pink nipples, gazing skyward on mounds of unblemished golden skin. He leaned down, and suckled the nearest nipple eagerly.

Divinity, Markus thought to himself.

He pulled himself away from Alarra’s tit just long enough to grab her leg and butt, lift her up, and slide her back further on the altar. She laid back submissively as he climbed atop, mounting her and affixing his mouth to her other, untasted nipple. Alarra moaned and wrapped her legs around him as his pace quickened. She closed her eyes from the pleasure and let herself be ravished by his power. In moments, Markus groaned loudly, overwhelmed by the pleasure of her garden. His thrusting slowed, followed by powerful throbbing as his seed spilled inside of her.

Alarra smiled at the warm sensation entering her womb, and slid her hands down his back, grabbing and holding onto his muscular butt as he thrusted deep inside of her, straining to plant all of his seed. She opened her eyes, longing to kiss him.

But instead she found horror. “no...” she whispered.

Markus pushed her head to the side, and his fanged mouth descended upon her neck.

She tried desperately to push him back, to get him away from her. But he was too strong. “No... goddess, ple...” she pleaded.

Markus licked her neck, interrupting her pleading. She froze in terror.

“When the succubus took me in the war encampment, it felt amazing.” Markus whispered in her ear. “I hope it will be the same for you...”

“Ahhhhh!” The High Priestess cried out loudly, as her Champion buried his fangs in her neck, and drank.