Venus is enthralled

For one moment, Venus had forgotten what she was supposed to do. She was stunned by his majesty and grace, but then her training snapped her back. She was a demon hunter, and he was her target. The kill had to be done in a single blow, before he had time to react. Venus flicked her steel sword upwards and swung to decapitate the creature.

"No." The vampire softly said, locking eyes with her.

She froze. Her arms halted in mid-stroke, and her entire body went rigid. In her mind, she wanted to keep swinging and complete the attack, but her arms refused to move. All she could do was drown in an icy-blue lake.

"My apologies for using such a crude method, but this is not a pleasure house." He said as he looked down at the tools and weapons strapped to her body, "And you are no whore."

The vampire reached up and began to undo the lacing in her leather jerkin. As her leather top slid off her shoulders, Venus could only mentally swear at herself for her stupidity. Holding eyecontact with a vampire was a guaranteed way to get ensorcelled, to have him or her place you under hypnosis. And he had not made the mistake of underestimating her.

As the vampire put his mouth over one of her breasts, Venus' face twisted in revulsion but she could do nothing to resist. His lips were a cold shock and as his tongue teased her nipple, she shivered from the cold. With his free hand, he played with her other breast, squeezing it gently.

His hands moved now to her lower regions, stroking her thighs and her ass. The vampire spun her around and **** her to bend over, resting her palms flat against the cold stone of a sarcophagus in the center of the tomb and raising her bottom up against him.

As he pulled her trousers down to her knees, Venus struggled in vain again to break the enthrallment. She was completely exposed now, her honeypot an open invitation for the vampire behind her. Her face was turned away from the creature, but she could hear him unlacing his pants.

And then Venus could feel his prick, resting just outside her walls, pressing ever so slightly against her. All that was needed was a little thrust and he'd be inside her.