“Not again, Ignatio!” Leslie almost screamed. “You have already shaved me. You promised a treat! What will you do this time?”
“Why give you your treat, of course,” Ignatio laughed. “Lay still my pet, you will enjoy this. I have two new golden rings for you.” He held them up for her to see.
“I cannot wear those on my fingers!” Leslie said in frustration, “They are much too small.”
“They are not for your fingers, nor your beautiful pierced ears,” Ignatio told her kissing her ear.
“Then…where?” She asked warily, fear in her voice.
Ignatio leaned close to her ear, “They are for your labia , my dear, so when I wish to taste you, I can hold your nether lips open as far as I wish.”
“No!” Leslie protested her voice almost a howl.
“I will pierce one small hole in each lip and insert a ring, and the ring will be fused so that it may never be taken out.” Ignatio began to explore her body, placing kisses where he knew they would be the most effective. He assaulted her cunt with his mouth, exciting her and causing her labia to swell, pulling on them gently with his teeth, chuckling when he heard her groans of pleasure. Suddenly Ignatio stopped and tied a length of black satin around her eyes. “I don’t want you to know when each lip will be pierced, that way the pain will be more unexpected and intense.” He chuckled.
“Don’t, please,” Leslie pleaded but Ignatio only added to her consternation by restraining each leg, tying her ankles apart with the same satin braided rope.
“Leslie, this will not harm you, after you wear these and get accustomed to them, they will bring you great pleasure, and they will mark you as mine to all the others who might happen to see your cunt,” Ignatio’s voice grew cold. “I will bind them together with a little golden chain and a small lock, to which I shall retain the key. In that manner no other man may enter my playground.”
“No one else will ever see them, if that is why you are doing this!” she swore.
“I would do this anyway. I‘ve seen the way the others look at you and you at them. Therefore I shall mark you as mine.” He chuckled, “There are other methods I could chose to brand you as mine.” She understood the threat. “Leslie, you are so lovely,” Ignatio told her with a sigh. Ignatio continued to arouse her body until she was on the edge of an orgasm, his mouth always bringing her sensations of pleasure.
Tonight he pulled her labia between his fingers tightly. Unknown to Leslie, positioning one between his fangs with the same swiftness that he took his victims, Ignatio pierced the thin skin, making a neat small hole. Leslie cried out but Ignatio ignored her and slipped the ring through the newly formed hole. Instantly, Ignatio fused the ring with a small white hot rod from the fireplace, careful not to burn Leslie.
Leslie froze when she felt the heat from the rod so close to her sex, and immediately climaxed. Ignatio merged with her intensely aroused body driving her to a stronger orgasm, the small pain of the pierced lip now forgotten. Leslie was in a state of euphoria. Ignatio had again driven her further than she had gone before and she hated to admit to him but he was right, the pain had intensified the pleasure. She lay quiet, a dull little pain in her groin reminding her of her new piece of jewelry. Her vanity caused her to wonder how it looked. She felt Ignatio rise from the bed.
“Now, milady, you will again service me.” he commanded.
“What?” Leslie wasn’t sure she had understood, wasn’t he finished? She felt his dick touch her lips. In the haze remaining from her orgasm, she was unresponsive.
“Suck!” Ignatio commanded, less politely.
“Ignatio, enough,” Leslie begged.
“You will do as I say, all that I say, now get to it, my dear!” Ignatio told her.
Leslie then began licking, the taste of their orgasm was still fresh on his organ. It wasn’t long before he was hard again, and Leslie knew from past experience that the second time for him meant a longer session. Her own body responded, the freshly pierced ring tingled, then she realized he was going to put the other one in tonight and she began to tremble. It had been a fantastic orgasm, one like she had never experienced before, but it was painful and now she was aware of what was coming. Leslie felt Ignatio’s fingers begin to play with the ring. It was sore and she grimaced when he began to suck on it. She felt him turn the ring in the hole and wondered how much precious blood she had lost; but it had been to him and she had given him her blood before. He sucked the other slightly smaller lip. She was wet from their lovemaking and now she was getting even wetter with fresh arousal.
Ignatio slipped two fingers inside her. Leslie groaned, her body demanding more of the pleasure she had already experienced.
“Ignatio, please don’t do that to me again,” she pleaded flimsily.
“Why, you seemed to enjoy it. I’ve never seen you explode like that.” He answered, his voice teasing. “You know, Leslie, I told you that you would do all that I commanded, just like a slave to her master.” His mouth covered hers before she could reply, demanding her response only to leave her when he did. “And you are my little sex slave, Leslie, these rings mark you as that. Now continue.” He presented his cock to her lips. Though still blindfolded, she knew his smell and touch.
“It is extremely painful,” Leslie complained. “And I am not your slave!”
“I told you to continue, Leslie,” his voice growled a bit, she returned to her slave’s duty and Ignatio tugged slightly on her new ring.
His will enforced, Ignatio removed his cock from Leslie’s wonderful mouth, and knelt between her thighs, slowly inserting his swollen dick inside her. Ignatio rode her roughly for a while, until her vagina began to clamp hard on his cock in rhythm with his thrusts and her body began building to a strong climax. He suddenly stopped, smoothed his hands over her heavy breasts. She did not know what he would do next. He pinched her nipples causing her to cry out. The unexpected discomfort caused her body to spasm and his hands continued down to her cunt.
“Did you think I had forgotten your other ring? I would not want you to only have one,” Ignatio’s voice teased. He pinched the other smaller lip hard, causing her to moan. Ignatio laughed and pulled it out as he had the first one. He positioned his fangs and slowly, more carefully this time, pierced the lip. Leslie only sobbed as Ignatio slipped the second gold ring through and fused it as he had the first. He stood back to observe his handy work. “Beautiful!” he exclaimed and pulled both of them apart to run his tongue between them. Leslie jolted and began moaning as he tongued her clit. “I told you that it would bring you pleasure.” Ignatio pulled the blindfold from her to gaze into a mixture of fear, hate, and lust in her eyes. He pushed his hard cock back inside her wet vagina beginning to build their climax. “Admit it, Leslie, you enjoy it.” She would not answer him. He stopped his movement. Ignatio laughed at her and leaned over her, an arm on either side, his cock buried deep inside of her pulsating cunt. “I am your Master my dear, though you thought the night you made me a vampire you would be my Mistress, I am sure.” He withdrew and pushed hard back into her, she groaned in ecstasy. “Tell me the truth, Leslie, say it,” Ignatio demanded, releasing her bound arms.
“I am yours, Ignatio.” Leslie’s arms now free, pulled him closer and he drove his cock deep inside her, the way he knew would make Leslie beg for more and forget the minor discomfort of the rings he had gifted her with.
Leslie’s orgasm was hard and long as Ignatio drove her until he found his own release in her impassioned body. He drew her into his arms and they slept. Leslie was angry with him; but had to admit, if only to herself, she had never been so satiated. Before he rose, she slipped from their bed to take her hand mirror and examine her new jewelry. They were really quite lovely and unique, but had made her a bit sore.
Chapter Five
Leslie had seen to it, soon after Ignatio had changed, that she introduced him to others of their kind, in the realm they lived in. Many of the females of their kind sought after Ignatio, one or two
making it plain they would willingly submit to his desires, but he always stayed loyal to Leslie. Her eyes however, tended to roam, preferring a gentle touch, though she failed to act on her coquetry. Count Magonoff had noticed Leslie’s flirtatious behavior around the other male vampires. This and his need to control Leslie had resulted in his gift to her of the two golden rings. Their group would meet at odd and infrequent times, but before their group gathered, Ignatio would make sure Leslie wore her golden rings locked together with a small gold lock and he would wear the gold key on a chain around his neck. Ignatio’s powerful personality he had had as a normal human set him apart. As a vampire, he was even more charismatic. His title of Count carried weight in their circle, but his personal magnetism commanded respect and obedience. Leslie was proud to be his woman, his wife. Though they had never been officially married, she remained with him and tolerated his sexual preferences. After one such group assembly, Ignatio and Leslie were late. Another hour and the sun would be up. Already the sky was lighting when they came upon a stranded couple, their carriage disabled. The Count ordered their driver, originally Leslie’s driver, Carloff, to stop.
“What has happened?” Count Magonoff inquired.
“I say, we’ve broken a wheel,” the man replied with a Scottish brogue. He was a young man in his mid-twenties.
“Who is it, Jamie?” A delicate and refined Scottish voice inquired.
“Help, I hope my love,” Jamie replied.
Count Magonoff saw her face peek out of the window of the carriage, and his breath caught. A fragile, Celtic white complexion, with eyes so green they reminded him of the spring grass with morning dew on it. Suddenly the thought of such a simple delight unseen in months, accompanied with the knowledge that he would never see it again, overcame him. As he stared into her eyes as she peered at him quizzically from the carriage window, Ignatio was briefly silent. Her red hair appeared to have had just been brushed and the heavy mass tumbled forward to frame a heart-shaped face, the brush still in her delicate hand. Ignatio forgot Lady Leslie existed.
“Come, join us,” he told them cordially. “My manor is the one you see in the distance. You may rest there, and I will send my driver back to repair your carriage.”
Shocked, Leslie wondered if Ignatio had some plan for a convenient feed. She had to admit the man looked ruggedly handsome, his bright brown eyes intense as he looked at his wife with love and concern. Leslie ran her tongue over her red lips in anticipation of the taste of him. Her nostrils flared. She could almost smell his blood from where she sat inside the warmth of their carriage.
“Thank ye.” Jamie nodded, as he helped his wife from their carriage.
It was then that Ignatio noticed Margaret was pregnant, and he became suddenly protective of this unknown woman and resentful of Leslie just as swiftly. She had gifted him with immortality and robbed him of the only thing he truly had wanted–a wife and family. Mortality didn’t frighten Ignatio, but life without love did.
Her husband opened the door to the carriage and Ignatio held his hand out to assist her inside. Margaret placed her delicate, warm hand in his and stepped in. Ignatio felt his blood heat to a level he had not experienced since before Leslie had bestowed her gift upon him. He smiled and his eyes again enjoyed the glorious color of hers.
“Allow me to introduce Lady Leslie.” After Margaret had seated herself, Ignatio said, “Pardon my poor manners. I am Count Ignatio Magonoff.”
“I am so happy to meet you. I am Margaret Stuart and this would be Jamie Stuart, my husband.” Margaret smiled, and Jamie joined them after tossing their baggage up onto the baggage compartment behind the driver.
“Sure ‘tis glad we are that you happened by.” Margaret said in her brogue. “I have no fancy to be in these woods all night as we have been, and I’m sure there were wolves about.” Margaret placed her hands on her rounded stomach.
“How far along are you, Mrs. Stuart?” Leslie asked. “It cannot be easy for one in your condition to be traveling.”
“True, it isn’t. We had planned to be home before our child arrives in another month.” She smiled, her face held a glow only pregnant women radiate.
“We planned a late honeymoon.” Jamie explained, “And we’re well into our trip before we knew Margaret was carrying the wee one. We cut our trip short, but it is a long trip back to bonnie Scotland from the South Pacific.”
“My, but you are the adventurous type,” Leslie said smoothly, earning her a sharp glance from Ignatio, one she returned for his failure to introduce her as his wife.
“Mrs. Stuart, you are certainly welcome to rest at our home as long as needed,” Ignatio assured them as their carriage drove through the gates and drew to a stop. “We have a small staff now.” Ignatio went on to explain, “Our driver Carloff,” the man never smiled but bowed slightly before he climbed up to retrieve their baggage. “And my housekeeper who is also our cook and one other maid are all we need.”
“We thank ye for your kindness, but we should just stay the night,” Jamie assured the Count, “until we can get our carriage repaired, then we’ll be on our way.”
It was apparent when the Count introduced the couple to his housekeeper Katrina that she was surprised and unprepared for such company. Her trepidation well maintained, Katrina ushered the couple to a comfortable chamber.
“Ignatio!” Leslie fumed when they were alone. “Have you lost your senses?”
“Leslie, I may be gifted,” Ignatio said with some sarcasm “but I’m not without some pity. As I remember, you were once in such a situation, though I now suspect it was contrived.” He strode ahead of her to their chambers, the thought of the Scottish girl in his head and the smell of her in his senses. Ignatio felt Leslie’s presence behind him as he made his way to their rooms. This day they would be late in their sleep Leslie always needed her desires satisfied before they rested. Ignatio was not in the mood. He was annoyed with her lack of courtesy to the couple. Ignatio had grown tired of Leslie.
Though he would never release her, he considered her his as he did Thor, a possession but with less affection. Her gift was not what he considered a gift and he intended to take his pleasure with her in whatever manner he chose.
“How do you intend to explain our late hours to these humans?” Leslie persisted.
“I don’t. Undoubtedly they will sleep most of the day themselves.” Ignatio roughly pulled Leslie to him and his lips were no less gentle. Tired of her, yes, but he still desired her. He knew her eyes wandered despite her vow to stay with him. He pondered how long it would be before she tried to leave, or he caught her with another. Ignatio felt his blood surge at that thought. What would he do when that happened? His embrace tightened, Ignatio was jealous of his possessions. His eyes became fierce. She dropped to her knees and with deft fingers undid the fastening on his expensive pants. With a sweet smile, she took his aroused cock into her mouth. Instantly his dick became rigid. It was no wonder that her victims succumbed so quickly as hard as she sucked, he thought. Ignatio felt his climax was imminent and placed his hands gently on her head, to force her to take his ejaculation into her mouth. A low groan of pleasure rumbled deep in his throat.
“Now I expect you plan to see to my pleasure as well!” Leslie said as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and then sipped a glass of red wine, the only thing she drank other than blood and his cum.
Ignatio’s eyes still held his lust for her. “Oh you’ll get your turn. Go take your bath and relax, I’ll even scrub your back this morning,” his smile hid his distaste for her.
They had both feasted well on their way home before they had found the young couple or the couple might not have been as lucky; though Ignatio would never have taken the life of a woman carrying a child. Now Leslie, as she always did, wanted her sexual appetite sated. Ignatio’s appetite was sharp too, but no longer gentle and tender as it had been before the change. Now he took Leslie with such urgency that, his lust more than filled her needs; but it wasn’t the
way she fondly remembered the tender and loving Count, and she missed him that way. Perhaps this morning he’d be a little more considerate since she had taken the edge off his immediate lust. She enjoyed her bath and the back scrub he had promised. She drew on her prettiest nightgown, treated herself to her best cologne, and found Ignatio waiting for her in bed. His eyes were flames. Leslie thought that look held a promise and she eagerly climbed into their bed. She had never been able to rest in a coffin as some vampires did. Really, there was no need, plus they were uncomfortable.
When she had given Ignatio the gift Leslie knew she had released the beast in him. Soon it would be time to look elsewhere as she had many times before in the years upon years that she had been a vampire. Oh, but he was sweet with his cock in her mouth, he groaned and she knew he was close, so she stopped. He took her in his arms and kissed her, their fencing tongues no longer a dance of love, but a battle of lubricity. Ignatio teased her breasts, nipping at her hard nipples until she cried out. Before she knew what he did, she found he had bound her arms to the bedposts above her head.
“Ignatio! What are you doing?” There was pure fright in her voice, she feared he would again torture her and pierce some other part of her body.
“Spread your legs Leslie!” Ignatio commanded and though she was hot for him and wanted his engorged shaft inside her, she was frightened and failed to do as he instructed her. Leslie knew how it would be. Ignatio slid his big hand between her legs and forced them apart, only to slide his fingers between her nether lips to find them hot, wet and ready. He tugged on her golden rings.
He laughed at her. “I knew you were ready for me but first I have a few things to, ah, pleasure us with.”
“Ignatio, I don’t like this,” Leslie said coldly. “What you have done already is enough.”
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