Erotic Horror - Lady Anne sucks vampires
Author's notes: Warning! This is a work of fiction. Please be polite. Constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.
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Lady Anne put her hands on the balcony rail, all modesty put behind her, as she was in her black lace nightgown, her full breasts straining to break the lace, even as her nipples clawed to break free from it. A cool gust stiffened them, but that was the last respite they were to have this summer's night. She peered out into the graveyard, where action she could not quite make out was taking place. Grave robbers, she thought to herself, can't they just let the dead rest in peace?
Her long auburn hair framed her model pretty face, but she did not know this, never having traveled more than fifty miles from the manor in which her mother died giving her birth. The manor bordered the graveyard, which bordered the marsh, leading to all manner of spectral fogs and ghostly apparitions. It was also, she suspected, a hot bed of criminal activity to supply the medical schools down in London. No matter, but it made it very hard to keep good help.
Lady Anne felt the weight of her full breasts, and she felt their urgency. Not since that summer when Jonas the gardener had seduced her had she felt these layers upon layers of craving. So many years barren, she craved a lover, willing even to display her form to the criminals doubtless below, daring any man to take notice of her.
She had prayed for a lover. There was a chapel in the manor, but she had not visited it since she was deflowered. Her silver cross was put away. Her thighs would not stop their incessant craving, and she rolled her hose down to her knees just to regain her self control. She longed to touch herself, but she knew that would only make matters worse without a man to satisfy her, so she bit her lip and turned back inside.
A specter raced past her, dark and fore-biding in the candlelight. She followed it out into the dark hall. Then down to the main ballroom. She must be dreaming! Inside were dozens of people, all naked, engaged in various forms of sexual debauchery she could not possibly have imagined on her own! Single people touching themselves and staring right at her, couples of men, women, and men with women, looking up from their carnal congress to leer at her. Threesomes of every description, and then piles of people she could could not even begin to describe what they were doing to each other! Then the specter raced past her again, and she was alone in the dark ballroom, panting and breathless, breasts heaving, nether regions drenched. Her mind was playing tricks on her!
Her friend Tonya had told her this would happen, begged her to come South and make herself available to the cadets at the academy, or even the students at Eton. But Anne had been steadfast in her resolve, un-shakeable in her faith that the man who had taken her would return. He had promised. He would come and take her again.
But eighteen years had past, as much time as before she had given in to him the first time. She had ardent suitors, and a fuck was a fuck, so the local noblemen did check in to have their dalliances with her from time to time. While it took the edge off, it did not satisfy her to her core the way that Jonas had satisfied her. Perhaps it was his size, perhaps it was something else. Perhaps it was for the same reason she could no longer wear white - it was almost as if she'd deliberately chosen darkness.
Jonas was dark. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark temper. He was tall, handsome, in a Germanic / Saxon kind of way. He'd been kind to her, but made her aware she was a woman by how and where he stared at her. He gardened at night, to leave the grounds free for her during the day, and new flowers were always there to greet her each morning. Until the week that Jonas has taken her, every night, until he was forced to leave. But he promised to return! Anne told herself so forcefully, she hardly noticed her nails cutting into the soft palms of her hands.
"Anne. Anne. Come to me." a voice whispered in the darkness, but from where? She raced to the balcony, but whatever had been going on the the graveyard, it was now quiet again. "Anne. Anne. Come to me. I need you." a voice whispered from behind her. She turned and raced from her room, to the balcony on the other side of the manor, the room that had been hers as a child. She saw no one there, but she did notice a strange horse - black as coal with eyes that seemed to glow red in the reflected firelight from the study below her. A strange horse - perhaps a strange new man. Hope surged in her breast as she raced down the long stairs bordering the main ballroom, stopping for just a moment to check her sanity and that it was still dark and un-occupied.
But a search of the grounds and even the stables produced no one, so she returned to the horse. The horse looked at her, content, not nervous, as she stroked its coat and it softly snorted. Then she could hear "Anne. Anne. Come to me. I need you. I must have you now!" as clearly as if the horse had said it himself. She tried to mount the horse, but her pretty lace nightgown was hung up upon a nail, and would not let her move. "Anne. Anne. Come to me. I need you. I must have you NOW!" the voice demanded, and she complied. She shrugged off the nightgown, mounting the bareback horse bareback herself, and rode out of the estate.
She rode in the full moonlight, laughing at what the barons and dukes would think of her, riding naked in the moonlight. Probably have her committed - right after they had their way with her.
The rhythm of the horse at gallop rubbed her in ways that could only remind her of Jonas. And then he was there, caressing her breasts from behind, kissing her neck, then biting there, touching between her thighs, spreading them so wide she was sure she would fall off the horse. Then he bit into her thigh, so hard he drew blood, but Anne did not care. His strong arms lifted her up, and for the first time in eighteen years she was filled with as much cock as she truly desired. Jonas found new rhythms, never letting the fuck grow old, riding her so hard she cried out in both pleasure and pain. They rode and rode and rode, and Anne begged God Himself that it would never end.
She found herself face down in the marsh, but still Jonas would not let her go. He rammed into her until he came, then did what he'd never done before. With Anne's face half buried in the muck, he knelt behind her, kissing her most erogenous area, licking her puffy pussy lips, finding her rosebud of desire. He would bring her to climax, then bite into her thigh. He again brought her to climax, only to bite into her thigh. Again and again he took her that way, until he had taken enough from her, then he plunged into her again, driving his long and thick manhood into her depths, until he had filled her completely. They fucked until there was no moon in the sky.
That morning, Anne awoke in the marsh, looking a fright, but she did not care one whit. Jonas had returned for her. Nothing could take the glory from this day. She swaggered out to the road, surprised to find herself at the far south end of the marsh, the furthest point of it from Bromwyn manor. So she bravely marched up the road, like Lady Godiva, as if she was not nude at all.
Shortly her feet hurt, then ached, then a carriage appeared in the distance. She hailed them and they stopped.
"Are you all right, Miss? You've taken a dip in the marsh, eh?" The driver called out.
"I'm supposed to be at Bromwyn manor." Anne declared.
Opening the door, a dark haired man in full military dress uniform stepped out of the carriage and said "Without any clothes? What kind of services were you meant to provide there?" with a chuckle.
"Whatever the Lady of the Manor decreed." Anne answered back, now aware that her situation had become quite difficult.
"Well then, we are on her way to see her, and I know she would want you to service us." he said as he approached her, dropping his trousers as his companions closed in from her sides and behind.
"Please, sir. I've never taken one in my mouth before." Anne begged, with what was the truth.
"No matter girl. To be a proper serving wench, you must learn." He laughed as he forced his thick meat between her lips, kneeling as his friends pulled her haunches up to have access to her privates.
