Castle Mroczna Delivered Indulgence

Castle Mroczna: Delivered Indulgence

Aleksy sneezed and grumbled as he led the donkey and cart up the slope towards the looming battlements of Castle Mroczna, bringing the latest delivery for certain ingredients the Mroczna Family could not so easily make in the valley for their wines.

And then he would leave with a fresh batch to trade.

He was always nervous doing these jobs, having to speak with Lady Mroczna herself. Those vampires, they were... not the most tyrannical of rulers, nor did they leave a trail of bodies behind them.

But he knew the tales, of falling to servitude as a maid or butler, of being drained dry of one's lifeblood and... certain other fluids.

They were too intense for any one human to endure, and they took what they pleased.

That's what it meant to live in the shadow of the castle, to serve them even if not bound to them directly. At least the people were comfortable, and the weather was warming. It would soon be time to work the land as best able in this hard valley.

Of course, it was still quite cold at night, and Aleksy had to make these deliveries and pick-ups after sunset. The Mroczna Family naturally preferred being awake during the night.

He trudged up to the gatehouse, and knocked on the great doors. It was a particular knock, a code to let the servants monitoring the front doors know it was not a random visitor.

A window opened above, and a man's face peered through.

There were no words exchanged, just a series of gestures, some nods, and then Aleksy led the donkey and cart around a narrow path alongside the walls of the Castle, heading towards the back part of it.

He came to the stables, built outside the rear walls, and overlooking the garden at the back of the castle, a long greenhouse built at the far end of the hilltop the castle was erected upon. It itself overlooked the main vineyard in the gully below, where it was sheltered from the elements, but still received good sun in the months it mattered.

He wasn't there for that. He hitched his donkey at a post on the edge of the stable, and wandered over towards the rear wall of the castle. There was another set of smaller doors in a smaller gatehouse, and it was already open for him.

He ventured inside, looking upon the courtyard, a stone fountain set in the middle ahead of the tip of the dining hall. He could see part of the dance hall across the way, the glass seemingly opaque in the night as a cloud passed in front of the moon.

He grumbled, and crossed the frost-damaged grass, dry and crunching beneath his feet. There were four stone paths, intersecting at the fountain in the middle of the courtyard, with doors leading into the battlements, themselves contiguous with the castle and filled with rooms.

He, however, was seeking a particular entrance, a small trap-door hidden near the base of one of the corner towers.

It was obscured behind a granite statue of a woman in a flowing, tightly clinging dress, but there was enough room for two men to pass by each other, important for what the trap-door was needed for.

He opened it up, and revealed a set of stairs just as wide, though they made several right-angle turns before finally reaching the cellars.

The wine cellars were sprawling, and on the same level as the dungeons, though Aleksy never went there. He hoped he never did.

The ceiling was quite tall for a cellar space... but that was all to the benefit of the one who had come down to meet him.

"Ah, Aleksy, you're here," greeted Lady Mroczna.

The eight-foot tall woman in white turned to him, her red eyes glowing bright in the candle-lit gloom of the cellars, standing next to a stack of barrels.

He did his best not to shrink from her. He'd done this many times already, but still Lady Mroczna instilled fear in him with her presence alone.

She regarded him with a thin, cool smile, and her authority was unquestionable.

"I have the ingredients, and I am ready to take the latest shipment of wine," he stated formally. He wanted to get this over and done with as quickly as possible.

"I trust you have inspected the goods?" Lady Mroczna asked. "I would not wish for my next batch of vintage to come out less than perfect."

"Everything is proper, I can assure you," he answered. "I know well by now how to check."

Speaking of which, he walked over to the barrels filled with wine, and gave them a once-over for any leaks or damage that may have gone unnoticed. Fortunately, Lady Mroczna did not hold it against him, she seemed to appreciate his thoroughness.

If anything, his scrutiny was to avoid her ire.

"All is well?" she ventured.

"Yeah, everything looks ready to ship," he assured her. "Just need your servants to bring in the ingredients, and help fill my cart with the barrels."

Lady Mroczna nodded, and then made a gesture in the air.

Two men and two women in the servants uniform appeared from behind stone support pillars, and silently nodded at Aleksy before moving past him, heading up to gather the ingredients.

Lady Mroczna would personally check them later, but she was in no rush. Aleksy knew well that if he tried to cheat her, it wouldn't end well for him no matter how hard he tried to run or how cleverly he pulled any sort of deception.

It was better to just do the job, get paid, and get on with his life.

Shortly after, the servants returned, carrying the boxes that had been stacked on Aleksy's cart, and Lady Mroczna nodded in satisfaction.

"You've done well, Aleksy," Lady Mroczna praised.

"Won't be done until I have these barrels handed off to the merchants," he said.

"Indeed... please, walk with me," she requested.

Aleksy froze; this was not something she'd ever asked before. He looked at her nervously, before nodding and moving in by her side as she took a walk through the cellars, moving among the pillars and massive casks and wine shelves.

"My family has been making wine for centuries," she stated. "Myself for two of them. I expect to oversee it for centuries more."

He tried to suppress how unsettled he was at the mention of her immortality, Lady Mroczna hardly loathe to hide what she was to those that already knew.

"I see," Aleksy answered diplomatically. He did not wish to be alone with her, but offending her may have been an even poorer choice.

"But I confess, it is not just wine that I am interested in. And I have been feeling rather... hungry, of late, for a particular taste~"

Aleksy paled, fearing where this was going.

She stopped at a three-way intersection at the far wall, next to a large wine barrel.

"And here you are, on your delivery~ Such a handsome man, bringing himself to me~"

Aleksy didn't know whether to be flattered or terrified over such a statement; he thought himself rather plain - short brown hair, dark green eyes, a face that some considered a little boyish for being twenty-six, little in the way of stubble on his face, and an average, pale-skinned build; the only thing really notable about him was the little blotch on the left side of his brow, a birth mark that honestly did not matter much to anyone - so hearing Lady Mroczna say it felt a little different.

But he had every reason to be scared, because it meant she fancied him.

"I... am honoured," he remarked, trying not to look into her eyes.

She laughed quietly.

"I hear your heart racing, Aleksy... do you fear me~?"

There was a devious edge to her tone, one that Aleksy did not want to test.

"... yes." Honesty was the way, lying to her could only have spelled doom.

Lady Mrcozna laughed again, low and devious.

"I do enjoy a bit of fear to my feasting~ It makes things taste all the sweeter~"

He gulped, knowing exactly where this was going now.

"Please, be merciful," he pleaded. It was unbecoming, but he was starting to shiver, and he was looking around for an exit to run, even though he knew he would not will himself to go anywhere.

"You need not fear me, Aleksy~ I shall not harm you~"

She then clutched his chin in her gloved hand, commanding, unyielding, but gentle and seductive. She made him look into her bright red eyes, her lips twisting wickedly, face shrouded by that massive hat.

"But I won't go easy on you either~"

He only got another nervous gulp him before he was lifted up off the ground, Lady Mrcozna wrapping her arms beneath his shoulders and hauling him up until his face was before hers.

He squirmed a little, feeling her hand grip his rump through his thick clothing, squeezing possessively.

"All those times you have come by, on your deliveries, and I have admired you~ Desired and hungered for you~ Now, I shall have my taste~"

She cackled softly, and leaned in to press her lips to his in a brief, but firm kiss, the size difference leaving his mouth to be utterly encompassed by her own.

He shuddered, and quite to his surprise, he started to get hard just from her kiss.

She pulled back, her tongue unfurling to lick at his lips, and then flick teasingly off one of his cheeks, before she lifted him higher, sliding her hand down his back until it held onto his hips, her other hand continuing to support his rump.

His head pushed her hat off her head, but she didn't seem to care for its fall. His crotch was now before her face, and she inhaled his scent deeply, taking in his aroma with satisfaction. He wondered if a vampire's sense of smell was as superhuman as their sense of hearing and sight. Her hands danced around his hips and his rump, finding the best way to support him and tease him at the same time.

Those leather gloves left much to the imagination, but they did not hamper her groping and her grasping, dexterously pulling down his pants and underwear until his half-erect cock spilled forth.

It twitched in growing arousal, though his foreskin had yet to peel back.

Lady Mroczna smiled at the sight, licking her lips.

He was about average for a man, though his bush was quite small, having never grown much in all his life, and left his balls mostly clear.

That seemed to satisfy the enormous vampire. She unfurled her tongue, and teased its tip to his.

His cock bounced from the contact, and he had to wonder just what kind of nymphomania ran through this family.

She licked him again, and this time he groaned. And then a third time, and then she gave his helm a peck, lips splaying top and bottom of his glans and peeling back his foreskin, tongue waiting to greet his swelling head as it pushed inside, swirling against it.

However, once his foreskin was peeled back, she slid her lips off his glans, leaving his cock completely erect for her.

He grunted as he tried not to flop backwards, nervously glancing at the massive woman's red eyes as she looked up at him.

"Is this not the dream of all men~?" she taunted him, knowing full well the people of the village had a healthy level of fear for her.

She cackled softly, and promptly curled her tongue against his balls, lifting them up and letting them drop as her muscle slid up the front of his sack, and then up the bottom of his cock, glazing the underbelly of his dick until that tongue sensually curled off his frenulum, making his member twitch.

She returned to his balls, slowly polishing them with thorough rolls of her tongue, lathering his skin in cool saliva, her undead body not particularly warm, but plenty sensual.

Her lips closed in, and peppered his sack with kisses, slow and wet, the smacks audible to him as he watched the lecherous sight unfold.

She pursed her lips for a moment, licking them in hungry desire... and then she leaned in to take his sack into her mouth.

He let out an unmanly sound as she started to erotically feast upon his balls, suckling hard and leaving no inch untouched by her lascivious tongue.

Her fangs grazed against his skin perilously, but the vampiric matron knew her way around a man's set, imparting a powerful suction atop of the wicked basting done by her tongue.

He twitched, not getting closer to climax, but absolutely losing his will to resist, the Lady's obscene wiles too much for him.

Eventually, she released his jewels with a wet, wicked pop, licking her lips slowly and hungrily, glancing up at him with those red eyes of hers.

"Your heart races~ Do my skills please you~?"

She laughed wickedly, her question rhetorical. He groaned as she licked him firmly up his rod. She knew the answer, and wanted him to provide it as a form of submission, he was sure of it.

Unfortunately, Aleksy had no defiance towards the Family.

"Y-Yes," he stammered, groaning when she scraped her teeth carefully across his glans, fangs gently tracing acute points of sensation into his helm, before more succulent stimulation followed, Lady Mroczna wrapping her lips tightly around his tip, and giving it the same attention with her tongue as she did to his balls.

Precum oozed onto her muscle, freshly coaxed from his loins by her devilish teasing, the quiet smacking of her suction filling the cellar. Aleksy huffed, toes curling in his boots, feeling an orgasm building gradually from how masterfully her tongue lashed his tip, teasing beneath his corona and prodding at the opening capping his glans.

Slowly, she started taking more of him into her mouth, her tongue having to curl and trace either side of his mast to allow the rest of it to serve as a slick, pleasant bed upon which his cock could feel more pleasure, gliding towards the back of her mouth, lips slowly approaching his root.

Her cheeks were sucked in slightly, the result of how tightly she suckled on his rod, quite small compared to her, hence how she could easily fit the whole length into her mouth and it barely breached her gullet.

Her lips pressed to his crotch, curling inwards firmly, tongue pressing kinks to his helm and rubbing side to side, as the tip caressed the flanks and underbelly of his mast, right down to the root.

She then pulled her head back, lips briefly gliding over his glans, drawing together like a firm kiss, threatening to pop off entirely, before she pushed back down to his base with greater speed. On the subsequent withdrawal, her lips caught on his corona and tugged against the underside of that ridge, and did not withdraw further, leaving her tongue to lash his tip lecherously.

He whimpered desperately, feeling Lady Mroczna gradually increasing in speed, easily taking him to the root repeatedly, tongue slipping past her lower lip to almost smother his balls with its comparatively large size. She polished his sack every chance she got, and every other time, her tongue endeavoured to wet and stroke his dick.

More precum oozed into her mouth, greedily lapped up, the obscene matron starting to twist her head in reciprocating fashion.

She murmured in satisfaction, vibrations tickling his member through her lips, which twisted into a devious grin.

Soon she was bobbing her head up and down upon his shaft with masterful technique and treacherous speed, occasionally pausing at either his tip or his root to let her tongue do what she wished to his helm, his rod, or his balls.

The slurping was quiet, infrequent, and drowned out by the still relatively tame smacking noises as she sucked on his junk, Aleksy ready to blow at any moment.

But there was one more trick up her sleeve before he did... letting her tongue unfurl and curl against his balls, until she sucked them into her mouth with the rest of his junk.

He moaned in surprise, his eyes widening at first, and then narrowing when she gave him no quarter, sucking hard on what she could, no longer able to bob her head for that would release his jewels, and letting her tongue caress and stroke every inch of him.

This obscene feasting on his cock was wonderful, and mildly terrifying. She was too good at this.

Soon, Aleksy was tumbling over the edge.

"Fuuuuck!"

He jerked his hips, his cock throbbing with each virile load he pumped into the lecherous vampire, who sucked down his seed like it was as precious and delicious as his own blood.

She gulped quietly, tongue undulating in waves against his contracting balls to encourage as much cum out of him as possible.

She was just... too good at this, it felt too intense for Aleksy, already feeling fatigued just from the intensity of her fellatio.

But as soon as he had finished cumming, and she gulped down every drop with masterful ease, she released his balls, slick with her saliva, and then slid his cock free from her lips with a parting stroke of her tongue.

She smacked her lips and licked them in satisfaction, slowly lowering him down to look him into the eyes.

"You have much to give, my dear Aleksy~ I'm almost tempted to make you a servant, but I am not one to break my rules. This is an indulgence, not punishment or recruitment~"

She cackled softly, and then looked around.

She she spied a trio of regular sized barrels stacked on top of each other like a pyramid, and this seemed to give her an idea.

She carried him over to the barrels, and sat him down on top. They wobbled perilously, but she steadied them casually.

He gripped the rim at the top of the barrel, feeling nervous, watching as the candle lamp on the pillar opposite to the one next to the barrels he was on illuminated Lady Mroczna from behind, giving her a dull corona.

She reached down to her dress, and started fiddling with buttons and lace beneath her bust. After her gloved hands pulled away, she had created a small opening at the bottom of her breasts, all too convenient.

With a grin and another suggestive lick of her lips, she moved back to Aleksy... and draped her bust over his crotch.

His cock, slick with lingering saliva, was enveloped in her cleavage, her breasts squeezing all around him thanks to her dress keeping them firmly contained.

And with the position she was in, it was little effort for her to completely swallow his cock between her globes, her heavy mounds resting on his crotch, letting him feel the lecherous weight of her bosom.

He groaned, and already pushed another droplet of precum from his tip, the first stain to her cleavage.

She raised a brow, sensing this somehow, and gave him a taunting look.

"Already~? Do my breasts delight you that much~?" she teased, leaning in to give him a broad grin. "Do you know how many men have fallen to them~? Lost their will to resist because of them~?"

"N-No," he responded, though the question alone was rather ominous and frightful.

Lady Mroczna cackled in response, starting to pump her breasts slowly, extracting a strained moan from Aleksy's mouth.

"Good, because I've lost count~" She laughed at her twisted joke, before gripping his hips and moving her chest instead of her breasts directly.

She shifted back and forth, but so large were her breasts compared to him, that even feeling them grind laterally against him, instead of pumping up and down, was a delight.

He leaned back a little, and clenched his eyes shut. He could easily feel the throbbing of his cock, the plush, succulent pressure exerting all around his mast amplifying the sensation, each throb another dollop of precum to be slowly smeared into her cool, smooth skin, and his burning mast.

He curled his toes more tightly in his shoes, he gripped the edge of the barrel harder, and cracked his eyes open to see the salacious movements the enormous vampire was making to caress his dick.

Though she could not move them in different directions so easily, having her breasts still largely contained by her dress let her stroke him tightly with even the simplest of movements, as they were held together and thus forcibly sandwiched his mast at every single moment, grinding against his glans, and pressing pleasantly against his balls every now and then.

But eventually, she started moving her chest to grind her breasts up and down against his cock, adopting something of a circular motion to her pumping.