It was unfair!

It was absolutely unfair how much power this man had over Gwen.  Never in her long life did she believe she’d even be at anyone’s mercy like this.  Richter was ruthless.  She loved him.  Oh, how she loved him dearly.  For this reason, she had convinced herself that she hated him in this moment.  She hated every fiber of his being for being so good at being bad and hated herself for how willing she was to push herself for his gratification.  He used her body’s loyalty to him against her.  He made a game out of it.  Each time he’d bring her to the edge so effortlessly, he’d stop short of rapture.  He shushed her as she whimpered.  He’d chuckle when she begged and pleaded for him to be merciful.  “There, there,” he’d say as she sobbed.  She had passed the point of tears roughly an hour ago.  All she was left with was frustration.  Frustration, and unbridled lust.

Animalistic instincts inched closer to surface with each denied orgasm.  Her mind grew more muddled and desperate as the time passed.  Everything that Dracula had ever taught her crept into her head.  She was a vampire!  A powerful creature of the night!  She could end this mortal man at any moment!  She could end him right now when he was distracted!

She could end this right now…

Indeed, this had gone on far too long.  Though her body had grown exhausted from his incessant torment, Gwen managed to conjure her strength to tangle a hand in his hair and yank his head back. 

“Enough!”

A flash of fangs was visible as she growled this, and she saw the brief glimpse of panic in Richter’s eyes before amusement claimed his face.

“Finally fighting back after all this time?  Just what is it that you plan on doing?”

The laughter in his tone instigated her.  With her fist still tightened in his mane, she used her hold to force him onto her, then swiftly swap their positions.  He looked astonished that she had managed to usurp and pin him down against the bed.  Straddling his hips, she leaned in.  Her free hand rested over his neck.  One wrong move and her claws could puncture his skin.  She turned his head to the side, exposing the column of his neck to her.  Her mouth graced it.  Teeth teased the skin.  She could feel his pulse race against her lips and his Adam’s apple bob beneath her palm.

“I could end your bloodline right now, Belmont,” she hissed barely above a whisper.  “Seven centuries of noble hunters could meet their end in this very bed.”

That defiant look of his did not waver at her threat, but did yield to a wince as her hand applied pressure to his neck.  When his fingers wrapped around her wrist, she eased her hold.

“What’s… stopping you… vampire?”

Though he could hardly breathe, Richter still had fight in him!  He may have dared to taunt her, but she did not miss how the man flinched when she bared her teeth and bit the pillow beside his head.  Fangs sunk into the fabric and ripped it, leaving a flurry of feathers around him when she tore away.  She felt the way he twitched beneath her at this, it served as a reminder for what got her so riled up in the first place.

Gwen needed release.  If he would not give it to her, she would take it for herself.  She sat straight up and clawed at his trousers.  It was a relief to see he had fallen victim to his own schemes.  That proud cock of his looked painfully erect and pathetically untouched.  Richter was now at her mercy.  His body was just as much indebted to hers as hers was to his.  It was likely he had been suffering as long as she.  If she were as cruel as the human, she would tease him as he teased her.  If she lacked common decency, she would toy with his beautiful cock until he was the one sobbing.  Lucky for him, she did not care for revenge.  She could only concern herself with her own pleasure.

Stars filled her vision the moment she felt the exquisite fullness of his length inside of her.  She was so oversensitive that the sensation of his cock stroking along her inner walls had tears welling in her eyes again.  The moan that followed was unbelievably wanton, but that was the least of her concerns.

Her claws gripped the tattered remains of the pillow to steady herself as she chased her climax.  Within her, she felt Richter’s release building.  She rolled her hips more desperately, aching for that one stroke that would push her over the edge.  Teardrops freely rolled down her cheeks.  So long had this gone on, she began to fear she would never find relief.

Yet after an entire evening of Richter’s teasing, the orgasm that she finally earned was explosive.  She trembled as her hips stilled.  The satisfaction could be felt through every nerve of her body.  The divine way she clenched around him had him spilling deep inside of her, and her body greedily milked his cock.  Never before had she had one so powerful; never before had one left her so utterly drained.  Her shaky arms that had been holding her above him began to give, and she lowered herself to rest against him before she collapsed entirely.

Richter groaned.  Spending an entire evening leading up to such a moment was exhausting for him as well.  After dragging a hand down his face, he lifted his head to look down at the vampire who rested on his chest.  “Gwen…  Are you all right?”

She bobbed her head.  With a heavy exhale of relief, his head fell back amidst the mess of feathers.  His hand came up to lazily stroke her hair.  After minutes passed, a breathy laugh came from Richter.  She glanced up out of curiosity.

“My lady, I thank you.  That was everything I’d hoped it’d be.”

She joined him in laughter.  She had to admit, she was at first dubious of the idea of a little rough roleplay, but it was great fun.

“Good…  For I was worried I truly frightened you.”

“Oh, but you did…  And it was magnificent,” he admitted.  He grabbed a handful of feathers and released them over her head.  “This was a nice touch.”

Giggling, she buried her head against his chest.