Yes, he’s more then tempted

“Are you absolutely sure your fine with this, if this makes you uncomfortable at all you can tell me.” Levan looks to Skara, his gaze serious yet still kind.

“N-no actually it wouldn’t really bother me that much, back at the brothel I was exposed to that kind of stuff pretty frequently.” Skara says playing with her dress sleeve, an action which seems to be becoming a habit of her’s when she’s nervous.

Levan seems hesitant, even with Skara’s permission. Fillies however doesn’t seem to need any further confirmation, Tugging her shawl over head she flings the white wolf skin too the side exposing her bare breasts to the count. She then gives the Levan a long passionate kiss on the lips, her boobs pressing against his chest as she does. She tastes sweet on the counts lips, some bit of magic making her have the flavor of a sweet candied confection.

Skara stares with baited breath as she watches the the duo. A hint of desire starting to make her heart beat faster as she watches the passionate kisses exchanged between the count, and Fillies. A bit of heat growing between her legs she’s almost wishes she could join in. She quickly shakes away the thought though. This is no time for selfish unslave like desires, she still has work to do. Turning back to her work she grabs the stack of books she dropped from before, and begins sorting them.

Levan shoving aside what lingering guilt he still felt, focuses on the feeling of bubbling lust. Reciprocating Fillies’s advanced he kisses her back, shoving his tongue into her mouth as she does. This advancement makes Fillies purr with delight, the counts aggressive move putting as the one setting the pace. Fillies grinds up against the count as continues to dominate her. Taking hold of her wrists he further puts himself in the driver’s seat. Fillies tries to let slip a moan, yet as if her movement being hindered wasn’t enough, any noises she makes is silenced by the counts aggressive kissing. Levan then yanks his shirt off over his head. His body is one of a warrior’s, his skin covered in both fading, and fresh battle scars. The muscles on his arms, and abdomen gave him an athletic, toned, but not to bulky build.

“haaaa, why so aggressive count d-did my teasing get to you?” Fillies asks a cheeky grins still on her face despite the counts sudden shift in demeanor leaving her a bit overwhelmed.

The count smirks, flashing a fang as he gives Fillies an amused look.

“Well now, before you were so eager to spend time with me I thought I shouldn’t hold back, don’t tell me all your bravado from before was just a facade?” Levan says, teasing the ebony girl.

Growing his claws a little he moves both her wrist to one of his hands, while using the other to gentle scratch down the side of her stomach.

“BAWAWAHAHAHAHAHAHA STTOOOPPP HAHAHAHAHaH!!!” Fillies screams as Levan tickles here with feather like scratch from his claws.

The count is quite entertained, as Fillies writhes around under the touch of his fingers. She thrashes around as she tries to turn her self around to get off of Levan’s lap. She is unable to, what with it being to hard to maneuver around with both her arms restrains, and being tickled. **** still to stop the tickling though she tries to block the counts fingers with her arms, which she pulls down to protect her stomach. In response to this resistance Levan simple pulls Fillies’s wrist above her head, and digs into one of her armpits.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO NOTOHOTOHOT THEREHEHEHAHAH”. Fillies squeals utterly losing it, as tears start to from in her eyes from the tickling.

Skara, who is moving on to sorting the books by letter lets her gaze wander to the count, and Fillies again. Watching them engaging in this little play it brings up memories from her past. Unpleasant memories that she preferable tries to forget. Throwing her self back into the many, many books she attempts to ignore the commotion going on behind her.

“Beg me, beg me to stop.” Levan says with a grin as he continues to dig his fingers into Fillies pits.

Fillies does just that, begging Levan to stop as she thrash her head back, and forth.

“HAHAHAHAHA OKAYHEHEHE OKAHEHEHEHEH I BEG YOUWHOHOHOHOH
I BEG YOUWHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!”
Fillies screams in pure hysterics, tears streaming down her checks she’s laughing so much.

Hearing the girls cries for mercy the count relents. He stops tickling the poor girls, letting her catch her breath as he still holds her hands above her head.

“Haa haa haaa, meanie... you know all my weak points...” The tan skin girl pants.

“And how did I learn all over those weak points hmmm did I interrogate you, use some dark magic to make you tell me your vulnerabilities?” The count asks knowing non of the latter were the answer.

“I-I told you them.” Fillies speaks as her cheeks turn flush.

A feeling of submission starts to burn with in her as she speaks those words. It’s an admission that she wants the count to tease her, to take her.

And he will, letting go of her hands Levan flicks his eyes down to his pants, silently commanding her to start the two of them off. Fillies obeys, sliding of Levan’s lap, and onto her knees she pulls his cock out of his trousers. Like the rest of her vampiric lord it’s a little bit chilly, yet that doesn’t give Fillies any pauses as she takes his member into her mouth. She swirls his six inch cock around with her tongue, reacquainting herself with the familiar taste of him. As the count practically purrs with delight as Fillies begins to work his cock. The tan girls mouth is warm, and wet. Her tongue skillful, and nimble. She wraps it around the side of his shaft, she flicks it over his head, she slides it across his under side, and in no time at all Fillies brings the count to full mast.

Again Skara can’t help, but turn her gaze to the two of them again. She lets slip a small gasp as she sees Fillies down on her knees. The sight raises conflicting feels with in the half-Orc girl. It makes her feel both desire, and reminds her of more bad memories. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tries to shut them out. To prevent herself from going back their. From remembering herself down on her knees sucking a clients cock. There’s no love, no passion as she pleases them. Overwhelming her fear, and helpless swarm around her. Skara knows if she doesn’t do a good job she’ll get the whip again. Yet even if she does her best they don’t care. Cruel, uncaring the customers are concerned only with their own satisfaction one misstep, one mistake and they will go straight to the mistress. They will complain about unsatisfactory services, and later she’ll pay for her perceived failings. Then when it’s punishment time, her flesh will be beaten till it bleeds. The whip cutting Skara open, as she begs, and says how sorry she is. Says that she will do better next time, that she will improve. Yet it doesn’t make the punishment stop, it never does....

Snapping her eyes open Skara breathes heavily. Returning to reality she resolves herself to not be tempted to look at the count, and Fillies any more. Taking another book from the floor she search’s for a spot to put it.

Meanwhile as Levan is now fully erect he motions for Fillies to stand, which she does.

“Let me remove this beats who has bitten into you.” He says with a smirk, as he refers to Fillies wolf head bottoms.

Undoing her underwear, he lets the pelt fall to the floor revealing her clean shaven pussy to him. He flash a fang hungrily, though his thirst is for blood this time. Motioning her forward with a finger, Fillies shutters as she again mounts the count. He can see her face is flush, and the two stare into each other’s eyes with lust. Levan’s cock rubs against Fillies’s cunt as she grinds her self against him. Levan’s grin deepens as he can feel his cock becoming slick with Fillies’s wetness. She is so eager, so ready to take his member into her.

“Sit...” He commands her as he brings her in for a quick kiss on the lips.

Fillies does so, a squeal of pleasure silenced by the count’s kiss as his cock slips into her. Levan then moves his hands down to her hips. He then slowly guides her down even further onto his cock. Levan growls with pleasure as his dick is gradually enveloped in her warm wetness. As he hilts the tan girl, Fillies lets out a gasp. The counts cock overwhelms her womenhood with a sense of fullness. Her pussy tingles with delight, send shiver across her whole body.

Putting a hand to her cheek Levan runs his thumb over her lips, wiping away a stray bit of from the girls mouth. He smiles at her, as she stares at him starry eyed. As he leans in he nibbles gently on her ear, planting kiss along her neck as well to keep the poor girl entertained while she adjusts to the feeling of his length. As she then starts calming down Levan grabs the girl’s hips. With a dark glint in his eye, Filies gives him a nervous yet also eager grin. With his vampiric strength Levan easily lifts Fillies up, sliding her all the way till his cock is almost out of her.

Then he slams her back down taking her right to the base sending lighting through both their bodies. Fillies eyes go wide as the shock waves of pleasure rocks her. Grabbing on to the count’s shoulder’s she’s white knuckled as she clenched the fabric of his shirt still stained with her blood.

“Was that to much?” Levan asks, making sure he wasn’t move to fast for Fillies to handle.

“Fuuu-haaa haa again... do it again...” Fillies whimpers burying her face in Levan’s chest.

“Your wish is my command.” Levan say with a cheeky grin.

Lifting her up again growls at the sensation of her sliding up his cock. Then as he drops her he grunts, joint her gasp as she feels his member slam all the way into her again. Fillies nails dig into Levan this time, the shockwave of pleasure being even more powerful then before. She barely even recovers before she finds herself lifted back up, and SLAM.

“Ohhhh fffffuck!!”

More shock waves.

SLAM SLAM SLAM

Every impact feels almost like an orgasm. Twitching, and shaking Fillies is in total bliss.

SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM

“Haa haaa haaa haaa!” Squealing loudly she starts to lose herself to the pleasure.

The look on her face, it makes Levan feel a sense of satisfaction. Not just in the sense that he is playing the tan girl like an instrument. That a primal sense of pride swells with in him, but that he can give the girl so much pleasure. To have her moan, and feel so good. It’s one of the things he loved about sex. While feeding can bring some one bliss if done right, intercourse is so much more pure in a sense. It is done solely for pleasure. A (usual) mutual exchange in which each other’s bodies provide for one another.

SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM

Every time Levan slid her up, and down his cock there was that equal exchange.

SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM

Fillies’s pussy tightens around him, her warmth pressing against his member. Levan lets out a manly growl pressure bubbling with in his hips.

SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM

Fillies bites down on Levan’s shoulder twitching and shaking so much she needs to latch on to him as much as she can for fear she might fall backwards.

SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM
SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM

“I’m getting close are you ready?” Whispers Levan as his balls start to quiver, and the feeling of release starts to build.

Fillies can’t even speak right now. Almost all of her strength has gone, her body completely limp as Levan keeps on fucking her. She’s slumping forward with her chin on resting on the count’s shoulder, a nod of the head being the only response that she can do to say she is ready.

SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM

“Arrrgggg!!!” Howling Levan squeezes Fillies tightly as he shoots the first rope of cum into her.

Her whole body slack he makes sure to hold her head, and neck so that she isn’t injured while he pumps into her. He can feel his cock melting as he shots rope after rope into her. His climax leads him into an ocean of sensation, one that he just wants to drown in. Every pulse of his cock is like sparks, running from the tip to his base. The beautiful rolling orgasms, the thundering climax it makes his heart, and breathing become shallow. Finally his whole body convulses, and shakes before the last drop of his orgasm is milked from him.

Then as soon as his ends, Fillies’s own orgasm begins. The count can feel it, Fillies drenching his cock in her warmness.

SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM

Despite his orgasms over he still makes the effort to thrust into Fillies’s some more, to make sure she rides her own climax as hard as she can. After all it’s bad manners for a gentleman to not be privy to his lover’s needs. As well a good leader always attends to his servants needs, and Levan certainly liked to consider himself a gentleman, and a good leader.

SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM

Fillies doesn’t even speak as she orgasms, she just silently climaxes as a rolling orgasm consumes her mind. Lost in the ember flame of pleasure she doesn’t know what’s going on, or where she is, or who she for that matter. All she knows is release, the sensation that sends her. soaring through the air like a bird.

SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM

Then as she trembles once, her orgasm ends. The duo of the count, and the companion are left spent, panting in each other’s arms.

“U-uh master I finished cleaning up...” Skara who is standing off a few feet away pipes up meekly.

“Ah Skara, how long have you been standing there haha...” Levan says making a lame joke to cut the awkwardness.

“Probably more then I should have s-sorry for ruining your private moment.” Skara says bowing apologetically.

“Ahh it’s fine.” Says Levan, still caught in the after glow.

He then notices a soft snore. Looking down he sees that Fillies has seen to have fallen asleep. The tan girl looks peaceful as she unconsciously clings to his body.

“Good night then my dear friend.” Whispers the count as he plants a loving peck on Fillies’s forehead.

With her in his arms her stands up off the chair, and looks around the room. His study is completely spotless, looking even between then when the castle was first built! It seems Skara really did a good job making the place near, and tidy. Why it looks like she even dusted the place, how’d she do that he didn’t even have a duster in this room!

“Impressive, you’ve done a most impressive job Skara.” Levan gestures to the room still keeping his voice low as to not wake Fillies.

“Thank you master, but uhh .” Skara blushes keeping her voice down, as she points down at Levan’s trousers.

“Ah right.” Feeling embarrassment he realizes his cock is still exposed.

Shifting Filles over to one side of him with a hand, he quickly stuffs his member back into his pants.

“I-we should probably get he off to bed.” The count’s says his cheeks still rosy with blush.

He then turns to the door, and he and Skara leave the study.