The vampire has his way with her

A small cry was lodged in Venus' throat as the vampire took her virginity. Spreading her cheeks just slightly apart, he entered her without haste, enjoying every inch he went inside of her.

The vampire's cock felt like ice wrapped in velvet. It slid smoothly in and out of her in long, deep strokes and filled her up, but she couldn't help shivering. Even though there was barely any foreplay, there was no resistance and it didn't hurt at all as he pounded into her.

Venus might have been caught in a spell that froze her body, but she could feel everything that was happening to it. She could feel the shape of his penis inside of her, how it pushed her walls to the side. Even though she hated it, her body started to respond to the sex, and she could feel a more sensual cry rise up her neck. This time though, her moans did escape her lips.

"Oh my, where are my manners?" The vampire mumured in Venus' ear, panting heavily. "Many people call me LaSalle. But you can call me Master."

He turned her around again so that she was facing him, and sat her down on the cold stone of the sarcophagus. Sitting at the edge of the stone slab so that he hips hung just over the edge, Venus had her hands behind her to keep herself propped upright and could only watch helplessly as the vampire pulled her pants down the rest of the way and let them drop to the floor beside them.

Moving in between her thighs, LaSalle roughly penetrated her again. The vampire buried his meat all the way to the hilt and Venus couldn't help letting out another deep moan. LaSalle growled in response and grabbed her asscheeks. He squeezed them hard and used them as leverage as he fucked her with rising intensity. Their panting began to rise and fall in time with each of his thrusts, and Venus could feel herself thrusting back, gyrating her hips to slam against his.

LaSalle breathing grew erratic and his thrusts became harder and faster. "I think...it's...about time." He gasped, digging his fingernails into her flesh.

In the euphoric haze that trapped her mind, Venus could still register what he said. This was approaching its end and after that LaSalle would stop playing around. She wouldn't be able to return after that point.

Her hips still moved in time with his, and each thrust send waves of pleasure up her spine. Her sexual lust was smothering her will, making her want the vampire to plow into her even harder, but she could still sense a small sliver of defiance. The stubborn will to reject the enthrallment, hovering just before her. All she had to do was reach out for it. Venus looked up at LaSalle, wondering herself what she would do.