The Strange House Pt 08

*

I woke up with a small jolt. It was dark. Not completely black, but dark. Looking around, I saw Faith asleep next to me, and I felt her arms around me, holding me close. I had no idea how long I had been out, but it couldn't have been more than a few minutes, perhaps even half an hour. The candles were still waving at us.

For a moment, I just stayed there, feeling her warm body against mine, smelling her hair and skin. Feeling her arms around me. A sense of security and belonging I had never experienced before. I was exactly where I wanted to be.

Faith's breathing was slow and deep. I listened to it, wondering if she was really asleep, or just resting. She didn't like she was dead like whenever she truly slept. But even if she wasn't fully sleeping, it was just nice to watch her. To be close to her.

After a while, I carefully removed myself from the embrace. Faith didn't react at all. I stood up from the bed and put on the boxer briefs that were somewhere in the room, and then I walked to the bathroom. After a quick trip to the toilet and wash, reminiscing about how everything had gone with Faith since I met her, I returned with a broad smile. As I returned to the bedroom, Faith was now awake, looking up at me with a dreamy look, completely naked under the covers.

"So how was it?" Faith asked, looking at me as I lay down next to her. It was still kinda cold, so I wanted to get under that duvet as quickly as possible. "First time with a woman?

"It was wonderful," I smiled. "Unlike anything I'd imagine."

"And how did you like my fangs biting you?"

"I love them," I replied. "I love everything about you."

"Everything?" she said. "You don't think I'm a monster, for being a blood-thirsty vampire?"

"No," I said without hesitation.

Then I was reminded of something she had said. Something about punishment and being kinky. My thoughts went back to her secret room. I knew I was just a few minutes shy of a virgin, but I was still intrigued to learn everything there was to know about sex with Faith, and what that kinkiness entailed. I felt myself grow eager again, and my erection throbbed against Faith's thigh.

"What would you say to some more?" Faith offered.

"Like... a second round?" I asked somewhat eagerly.

"Yeah. Exactly like that."

"So what's in that room?" I dared to ask, earning a chuckle from Faith.

"You're catching on, eh? You've barely fucked me and now you already want some toys in play. I'm proud of you," Faith said teasingly.

Visions of myself tied up, dangling slightly by my wrists filled my mind. Faith with a whip, all in tight, shiny black leather, and with a leash and a collar around my neck. Woah. I was surprising myself with my own kinkiness. Faith gave me a knowing smile, seeing I was catching on to the wonderful torture I'd endure in the future.

"Well, yeah. Why not?" I offered. "I feel like it's pretty hot to try."

"We can explore that later," Faith said. "For now, you haven't even fucked me doggy yet. I can't say I've had the pleasure myself, but I know the view from up there will be very much to your liking."

"I bet, you got a great ass," I blurted out without thinking, getting a giggle out of Faith.

"How about this? If you manage to drain your balls in me at least two more times, I'll whip you to the extent you want to be," Faith said, almost sultrily.

The offer was certainly tempting. It didn't sound like it would be to my benefit to get whipped, but it sounded hot regardless. I guess I also should have been perplexed by it, but I wasn't.

"Yes," I sighed. "Please."

"Deal. Now let me just fix myself, and get yourself a nice place behind me," Faith urged, rolling onto her belly and hoisting herself on her hands and knees, before lowering her chest and shoulders to rest on the mattress. This created an amazing arch, and if I didn't have duties to attend behind said arch, then I'd admire her pose as if it were art.

"There's a lot we can do later to have fun, but how about we just fuck? Raw sex can be a wonderful thing too. Doesn't have to be all dirty stuff," Faith said, almost as a reminder to me.

She was of course right. Just climbing up behind her now was enough of a reminder, and the way my cock flexed the magnificent sight that greeted me once I got in position was nothing less than amazing.

Two firm and smooth cheeks spread apart as the middle seam was moist and glowing slightly with candlelight, inviting me in with her pussy pulsing, asking to be satisfied. A wonderful valley I could slide my cock in, both to rest and to plunge. The creases of the split perfectly framed her other hole, one I was very eager to try out sometime.

One step further towards taking the very beautiful Faith from behind was my cock brushing its crown against the entrance to her folds, and she welcomed it. My cock flexed again, landing with the tip right at her slit, and with my hands on her warm cheeks, I guided her backward onto it, her entrance engulfing me with no resistance. We both groaned deeply.

Her tunnel felt a bit tighter, and yet more slippery than when I had been deflowered by not so long ago. But even though the light was dim, I still got an eyeful of those fantastic butt cheeks of hers, and the change of angle from missionary was certainly noticeable, as was how it made her even tighter. My cock dragged along inside of her, pressing and stroking every wall of her slick and hot innards, as I started rocking into her, slightly at a loss for how to actually fuck her like this.

Raw sex could indeed be wonderful, especially with a wonderful woman who also had wonderful tastes and ideas. As I admired my view of her I was rewarded with some subtle pushes back, urging me to go a bit faster. So I did.

"And harder too," Faith panted in a husky tone. "And harder still! That's it!"

Now her muscles really became apparent to me. Her cheeks started shaking under each forceful pound into her, the entire flesh moving so vigorously. Not in waves, but small jiggles. Just barely visible, yet in big motions.

"This feels amazing," I grunted, holding onto her cheeks for life. I felt my orgasm brew already, but she hadn't cum yet, so I didn't want it just yet.

Unfortunately, I wasn't experienced enough to hold back. Her clenching only worked against my best interests in that. Of course, it was also the sight of her ass and the double-sided attack that I was having sex with Faith. Raw, no less. Just what my cock had been dreaming of for some years already, but nothing I could have imagined. This was everything a first time should have been for me and even more.

"Fuck, oh no!" I growled as I lost it. The cum shot inside her, flooding her womb with another thick batch of cum. She just pushed against me harder, even rolling her hips to get every drop out of my overstimulated tip.

"It's okay, baby! Just keep going, Logan," she gasped, obviously enjoying it. Her inner muscles milked my ejaculating cock, pulling out all my fluids and holding on with a vice-like grip.

The continued clenching set off mini-orgasm after mini-orgasm from her, draining every spunk cell my body could give to the beauty. But clenching me as she did also made my now semi-erect cock grow to full mast again.

"One of the advantages of you virgins, you can go again and again," Faith purred happily, no doubt feeling my filling her up with a pulsing erection once again.

"I don't think that will ever be a problem for me with you," I said in full honesty. She was so gorgeous I don't think I'd ever fail in that department.

"You sure know how to compliment a girl," Faith purred. "Oh," she moaned as I gave her one long thrust into her.

I then leaned a bit closer to her, and with short thrusts, my hands wrapped around her hips, I started to piston in and out of Faith, making a moaning mess of us both. It felt insanely good, as my cock grew larger than ever before, as if her walls were resizing and conforming perfectly to me.

As I continued fucking her in the heat of passion and sweat, I moved my hands up her body, trying to lift her up to lean against me. She quickly understood what I wanted, and soon she was up in a seated position, grinding in my lap as I kissed her neck and groped her breasts. It was utterly amazing to be as intimate, yet carnal as we could be.

As we orgasmed, Faith managed to turn for a series of slow kisses as I emptied inside her again, feeling her clench around my shaft. And then we collapsed onto the bed, legs a tangled mess of exhaustion, sweat, and fluid, but we couldn't help giggling together. There wasn't anything funny in particular, just perhaps a sheer appreciation of the pleasure we could give one another.

After a while, Faith gave a small sigh and a chuckle, getting out of bed. Naked and sexy, I watched her galavant towards the double door, and with a cute wink, she disappeared out into the living room.

It was then I remembered that she had promised me a beating. Whipping. While a normal person would have worried about how bad it would be, at this point, I trusted Faith could make anything good. My brain went wild imagining the pleasure and pain I'd feel, as Faith would masterfully lay in some pain and then soothe it away. I never knew it was in me. This hunger for erotic punishment. She had teased it earlier, big sister punishing the indecent lil brother, and being wrapped in her world, I was eager to at least try.

Faith then walked back into the room, a fresh can of beer in her hand, and a small handle with a dozen leather strings hanging from it, with tiny knots along the strings. I think I had seen one of those before, but I wasn't sure what it was called.

"A flogger," Faith said, answering the unasked question. She then tossed the beer to me and got on the bed, knees on the mattress. "Drink your beer, then I'll beat you up, okay? Then. Well, I think we should have a conversation about something you briefly asked me about before."

"Wait, what did I do?" I asked, sitting up in bed.

"Oh, you did nothing wrong. It's not bad. You'll see. Drink up."

I opened the can and took a long sip, still having a hard time keeping my eyes off of the naked woman in front of me. She sat on her knees, her chest puffed out, and her breasts looked even more majestic than usual. Her muscled forms, her cute freckles, and her proud demeanor. And of course, her soft, yet powerful legs.

I took a deep gulp of the beer, feeling the refreshing taste run down my throat. But before I knew it, the can was gone.

"You're gonna get this ass nice and red, understand?" Faith said, taking the empty can out of my hand. "Then I'll give you a proper fucking."

"Okay," I said, already growing eager to learn even more new things, my cock twitching between my legs, not entirely erect yet, but not completely down either.

"Lie down on your stomach," Faith said, pointing to a spot on the bed.

I obeyed, and with a sudden movement, she grabbed my wrists, pulled them to my sides, and settled on my legs around my knees. In an instant, I was trapped, held down by the strong woman on top of me. I felt her hand slightly grope my cheeks for a moment, which was oddly satisfying but also kinda embarrassing and slightly awkward, me being a dude and all.

Then she did nothing. She sat behind on my legs, with her full weight on my calves.

"This is a punishment, so it will hurt a bit," she said in a gentle voice, and then she whipped the flogger across my back. Gently, but enough to let me feel the leather nip at me. "This is what you get from cumming inside your sister," she whispered in my ear. "Defiling her with your precious seed."

I yelped, but she just chuckled. Then she hit me again, this time a bit harder. And then a bit more. The first few hits were fairly soft, but the last one stung, and I squirmed beneath her. Yet, I had a feeling she could go way harder. At full force from Faith would likely be deadly, I'd imagine.

"That's a good boy," Faith cooed, landing a few more hits, and changing targets from my back to my ass and upper thighs. "You're doing well. Let me know if it's too much for you. And let me know if you like it. Do you like it?"

"Yes, big sister," I whimpered, earning myself a chuckle from Faith.

"Oh, I think we've established you like me being your slightly forceable big sister," she said, licking me again with the leather strings.

The heat that was now building on my cheeks was nothing compared to the heat between my legs.

"I knew you'd be perfect," Faith cooed, before whipping me even harder. The strikes stung and I could feel my ass grow hotter and hotter under each hit.

As my moans turned deeper, my cock was already achingly hard again, but I also noticed the tingle of tears welling up from the pain. Faith was making me a complete and utter mess, and I loved it. My body tensed, but there was little I could do about it. All I could focus on was the pain and the pleasure. The hurt as her flogger struck, followed by a quick relief and a rush of pleasure.

"Wanna taste your big sis?" Faith asked, easily rolling my aching body over. Now I was face to face with her crotch, looking up at the beautiful vampire goddess I admired, while she was looking down at me with her bright eyes.

I needed no instructions, and eagerly began mouthing at her mound. Using my mouth was now natural, and so I buried myself in her wetness and drank deeply from her as Faith gently stroked my head.

"There you go. Let me know if I'm hitting too hard," Faith instructed me, tickling the leather beads on the flogger across my stomach and thighs, the knots lightly stroking me, and reminding me of the potential hurt they could cause if she wasn't careful.

Then I felt the small bites across my skin, growing steadily worse. I muffled my whines and cries in her groin as my tongue and lips devoured her sweet center, trying my best to stay calm. Faith was absolutely ravaging me, my nerves on fire as my balls started to clench.

I shuddered as her flogger made contact with my aching erection, and Faith chuckled as I immediately buried my face back in her sopping slit, driving my tongue inside, trying my best to coax another flood of nectar.

She started panting again, moaning above as the whip found a regular pace, hitting my legs and inner thighs, as well as my erect member, not always exactly where I expected. And after another strike, suddenly Faith pulled away.

"Fuck me," Faith commanded me as she moved back and spread herself wide for my eyes to feast. I crawled up to her as she wrapped her legs around my hips, pulling me close. I drove my hard cock into her with no hesitation, feeling a tremendous sensation when her muscles started flexing all over my sensitive meat, bringing me even closer to climax.

"Yes, fuck your big sister," she sighed into my ear, giving me goosebumps.

We writhed against one another, my entire body aching, but then the pain dulled by Faith's tight tunnel as I frantically thrust into her, rubbing all those swollen bits of pleasure with each passing movement. Faith had told me to fuck her, and fuck her I did. Her arms wrapped around my neck. Our kisses grew feverish. Her chest rubbed mine, her hard nipples piercing my skin. My mind went blank, and all the heat rushed toward the center.

With a sharp wail, my body tensed, the contractions growing more violent by the second.

"You're inside of me," she whispered in my ear as I pumped into her again. "I love it. My little stud. You're fucking me so good, Logan."

Her low voice in my ear was as much a reward as her words.

"Yeah, that's it," she purred, her legs locked behind my hips as her entire body embraced me, as I poured forth my release deep within her, another explosion of intense pleasure spreading from the bottom of my dick as I emptied inside of her. As Faith's contracting muscles drew out all of my spunk, milking every drop out of my twitching shaft, the spasms grew lighter. She sighed into my ear.

"Yes, keep cumming," Faith groaned with satisfaction. "You are mine now. Truly mine, I have no doubt. I hope you will never disappoint me. I have a lot of pent-up lust to drain."

Her hands explored the surface of my back, no doubt sensing the heat that emanated from my welts and bruises.

"Mm, I have bruised you," she sighed satisfyingly, licking my ear, and making me shudder. "Well, how was that?"

"Amazing," I replied, unable to make any other remark. It really had been amazing, even if it had hurt a bit too. I liked the pain. A weird aspect, but one I couldn't deny. "And painful. But, ugh, I didn't mind it as much as I'd think I'd do."

"You make such delicious sounds as you moan," Faith continued to purr, stroking me gently.

"I have to say, I like it when you talk to me like that. Telling me I'm yours," I dared to admit. Faith leaned up and kissed my forehead.

"You are very much mine," Faith whispered in return. "This cock belongs to me. Just as you do. And me to you."

I sank into her even further, both in relief and comfort. It was surreal how relaxed I felt with her, yet the desire to please her burned deeply. Then I rolled over on my back with a heavy sigh. I was exhausted. I had completely lost count of how many times we had done it now.

*

I then remembered there was something she wanted to talk about. Faith was in the shower for a moment after my quick nap, so I kinda had to settle for just lying here while I waited. It honestly was a bit weird to nap during the night. I mean, I had done it when I was joining up for raids in WoW and stuff, but this was definitely something else.

Finally, Faith emerged. She hadn't even bothered putting anything on, she just sunk down on the bed with her knees and then collapsed face first on the bed, propping her head up on her palms as she looked up at me with her beautiful hazel-green eyes.

"So. There is something we need to talk about," Faith said.

"You're going to be naked during an important conversation?" I asked, keeping eye contact even though I'd really enjoy looking at the mountainous horizon beyond her head.

"Is that a problem?" Faith asked.

"Nope," I said, relenting a gaze upon her butt cheeks and how perfect they looked.

"So turning you," Faith started, stopping a moment to gauge if I was going to say anything. I didn't, so she continued. "I know this will disappoint you, but I won't do it. Not yet anyway. There are several reasons. Two, to be exact."

"Wait, I don't get a say in this?" I asked.

"We're getting there," Faith said. "Reason number one, this is something we both need to know that you want. It is forever, and there are but a handful of things that can reverse it, and all of it leads to your permanent death. Which brings me to reason number two, turning someone involves killing you and... as confident and strong as you think I am, I actually don't want to kill you."

"Erh. That's good to know," I said, getting a smile from Faith. "So how does it work?"

"I drain you of your blood and give you some of mine, in essence," Faith explained in a rather short manner.

"Have you done it before?" I asked.

"As a matter of fact, I have. I got one daughter in-"

"Daughter?"

"That's how it works in vampirism. Makers are parents to their offspring."

"What? So if I'm getting this right, you'd be my mom if you turned me?" I asked dumbfounded. Faith nodded slowly. "What about my real mom? Or human-mom, I guess is a more PC term."

"She's still your mother. And there is more than one downside of being a vampire. I'll never see the sun with you. And you will never again experience it. Just as you will outlive your family and everyone you know, and in most cases, some choose to cut off any contact to spare the misery. Especially if they have human children. One of the funnier parts is faking your death."