The creature stood towering over his mistress. His massive member was engorged from the expert ministrations of her mouth. Though newly created, the dark ritual had imbued him with certain instincts. He knew, though he lacked a member scants seconds ago, exactly how to please a woman like the greatest of experienced lovers. He closed in on her as she panted with lust, still standing before her throne. Her breasts strained against the tight confines of her corset. His steady hands reached for them, bending low to massage her porcelain globes. Globes he somehow needed to touch.
Her eyes flashed Red as she planted a stinging slap across his face. "No one touches my breasts except the goddess who blessed me with my dark gift." Her passion arose once more as the creature's mind struggled to comprehend her outburst. "But will, please me in other ways."
Standing, up from the stool, she knelt on her throne, facing away from her slave. Languidly she hiked up her long black gown exposing her bare sex. Never being one to wear panties the extra air on her sex sent a thrill up her spine and her nipples hardened to tingling nubs. The monster guided his member into her. He was much too large to fit inside her and the pain was almost unbearable, but it was nothing compared with the unimaginable pleasure. She could scarcely tell which she preferred.
He knew exactly how to pump in and out of her, when to drive himself in deep and when to pull back. For a creature that lacked animation, or even a mind, scant hours ago he knew how to please her like no mortal could have dared
She ground her sex into her slave's manhood and panted. It had been far too long since she had a penis inside her. Her long hair swayed as he pumped. Tickling her stomach and breasts, which swung in time to his concussive thrusts. If either of them had been capable of sweating, they both would have been woozy and dehydrated by the time her vaginal muscles began to flutter and contract. She let out a primal howl as the walls of her sex milked her creature's cock as they orgasmed simultaneously.
A husky clicking sound like a thousand mating cicadas escaped the monster's throat as he shot copiously into her sex.
After bathing momentarily in the afterglow she stood up. Her entire body tingled, it was almost as if she were properly alive again. The vampiress felt the creature's cum deep inside her. She dipped two fingers into her sex, pausing to squeeze her still tingling clit, and scooped up some of the semen still running down her thighs. It was not quite human semen, it was much thicker, and the intoxicating aroma of brackish water and mushrooms was more than she could stand. Her eyes grew wide as she brought the viscous fluid to her lips for a quick taste. It was so salty, so sweet, and so maddeningly sexual. If it possible, it was better than blood. She purred "MMM good boy."
Suddenly she felt that the fertile moss and soil that clung to her slave had stained her sex, bottom, and thighs. "You naughty beast!" "You will draw me a bath this instant!"
As they entered a slightly less cavernous room, gently lit by candle light, she stood by a black stone slab almost ten feet by almost four a basin carved into it and smoothed to near slipperiness. Her "tub" had more than a passing similarity to a sarcophagus, shrugged out of her gown and squeezed one of her nipples.
The creature returned with a colossal bucket full of well water and filled the sepulchral basin. The vampiress slipped one long nailed finger into the water and stirred, instantly purifying it, while mumbling a soft incantation. Her eyes flashed red as she stared at the water until is began to steam. She submerged herself into the water, slightly above the body temperature of a human and gave out a contented sight. For just an instant she seemed almost human.
"Flowers!" she said pointing to the corner of the room. His hulking form off to retrieve a bunch of black roses from a nearby Grecian urn and peppered the bath water with their petals. "Just one more thing!" she said as she sent out an intoxicating mental trap.
About two miles away a haggard young workman sat bolt upright in bed and followed an invisible and mysterious trail of sexuality out into the swamp. His mind ran mad with lust as traveled single-mindedly toward the swamp. When he reached the mansion, he was compelled to shamble inside though something instinctual in the depths of his mind was pleadingly with him not to. There he saw her, the most gorgeous, sexual creature he had ever seen, nude in the bath. She beckoned with one finger perilously close to her breasts floating in the warm water.
