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Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



The high pitched screech that the blonde had emitted had become a certain muse. It was realized that when penetrated she was bound to yelp out in pain or pleasure. The noble kept his pace with the penetration, rocking in and out as if he were calling cadence. With a few minutes of slow and steady he had opted to make progress. Gradually, he began to speed his momentum. Breaking more and more barriers and digging in deeper. With every thrust a delightful feeling had swooned his effort to continue, it was something that he repeated for years. Almost like a narcotic, the master couldn’t get enough. That and blood to be specific. His measures were past erected at that point with such pushing. A usual being would possibly break a sweat with exertion. Unlike a male mortal, he had no pulse or heart rate that restricted him. Not even panting with his continuous endurance. He was generally feeling for any deep tissue within the canal, a spot for which was pleasure inducing to the female counterpart. It was an art for the noble to be doing this, the whimpers and moans were his motivation. Despite the feeling of pleasure, the revenant began to receive urges of his natural instinct. He became paler than he already was, his lenses darkened to a more demonic red, and his fangs began to protrude. Anything human about Wilson with exemption of part of his appearance was gone. The predator was now in control throughout the intercourse. The true malevolence had divulged, moving closer and closer to her neck.

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



The revenant continued the blind course of pleasuring. As the darker half emerged, his method and momentum had dramatically altered. Wilson was no longer in control of his body, the only thing the half mindless being wanted was to fulfill its sexual and bloodlust hunger. As the game grew more violent and intense, the oblivious damsel grew closer to the danger of what being a slave for a Harding had meant. He began to lick the surface of her neck, getting a taste of what his prey would taste like. It was ironic to the likes of his comment of her flavor earlier. It was all part of the plan, he ensured himself that he would win. The groaning had made it worst, driving him to thrust harder. After a few odd movements in licking the revenant needed to satisfy its hunger. As a result, he sunk his teeth in the region of her neck by the rich artery. The impact of the pair of fangs had begun to work their purpose of extracting blood. The noble began to feed while continuing his deviant intercourse, licking away at the quantity of blood coming from her neck. It created quite a mess on the sofa, slathering the substance all over his face. The smell of rich iron and the sticky consistency was a continuing effect as her blood came through. There was simply no way of separating the two at this point. Wilson had gotten what he wanted.

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



The process had become quite a mess. Angelika now knows of his true nature, it was already too late. The vampire was in its prim taking the essentials for his survival. Her blood was crucial to his survival and maintenance of his eternal youth and immortality. He ignored her rattled reaction, continuing to his double task of feeding and pleasuring. No one would hear, or anyone that cared to be specific. She was at the mercy of Wilson’s hunger, if he took too much she would certainly die. Luckily, he had taken a few drinks that very day. Meaning that the blonde will live to meet his hunger another day. After a few more licks, Wilson retracted his fangs. A splatter of blood had sprinkled the couch, his dress shirt, and even her own body. By estimation she would lose over a half a pint. The vampire had a malicious glare, chuckling at such act. He licked his lips in a sadistic manner, much of his mouth neck and shirt had a good amount of the substance on it. The noble took hold of her chin, once again dictating her attention. He leaned in and licked her cheek, leaving a bloodied spot as he did.
-Wilson: “You taste exactly how I pictured.”
The revenant spoke, his tone wasn’t the same. A dark and sinister rasp had echoed with an equivalent grin and glare. He continued to lick at her face, a bloodied trail he was leaving. His lower portion kept on pushing on. It was getting very close to where he could end the game.

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



-Wilson: “What, a monster? That I am your majesty, took you long enough to figure.”
He mocked, chuckling with such answer as he inspected the softened features of her face.
He continued, the look of a sadist had wept his blood stained face. For the moment he withheld from continuing the intercourse for her to focus.
-Wilson: “You know, you’re not very bright when it comes to people. Your bedroom usefulness is quite a different story. I certainly know how to pick out a pretty face from the shops.”
The vampire began to run his thumb on the edge of her lip before guiding it into her mouth. A sneer was the only expression he could express, that and falsified pity.
-Wilson: “Shame, you were starting to have a good time with me sticking things inside of you. I’ll be honest; you’ve been the best I’ve had in a while. Your virginity was mine for taking so it was special and I certainly did feel honored to be hammering away at royalty. I do appreciate your blood. B- is quite uncommon around these parts.”
The noble returned to his snobbish inferences.
-Wilson: “Well sweet heart, I’ll tell you what I’ll do for you. I’ll finish the job and give your gift then we can talk about it like normal people would after the process, okay?”

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



-Wilson: “I hope this doesn’t change anything about us and our little mutual relationship. It would really get in the way of the fun.”He replied. His sympathy was sardonic regarding the two. The girl seethed in blood and fear, just the way he liked his women. He did consider her naïve and dismissive attitude as a fault to her ending up in such condition. The blonde had failed to heed the clear messages that he carried on during their prior conversations. He felt neither guilt nor moral obligation for doing such a thing, especially after a century why would he start now? Wilson then continued with pleasuring. The usual pace was set in with deep penetration into her canal. He removed his thumb from her mouth with the motion. It would be a complication to tell her of what he does and how she would eventually perish to provide for his needs. Wilson was a parasite and the mutual relationship was his way of detailing how he would buy their freedom. In return, he is fed and pleasured to his every whim till the slave outlived her usefulness. The usual process was around a two month long period, more if he had like or personal preference toward the slave. She had every right to be terrified of him, although she wasn’t completely aware to the extent of why.

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



There was little to talk about from that point. For him anyway, the blonde by his perception would be curious once the process was over. He planned to tell her what she needed to know and what would certainly not diminish her morale. Nothing by which shines a bit of light in the ugly truth of is she out lives her usefulness. He continued to rock back in forth with deep motions for the duration. It had become very slippery by that point, making his job easier. The groans and whimpers were again, a way to keep tempo of his progress. He did take note of her curios eye, watching as he did. It offered not much of a problem for him as he was merely putting on a show. The job became monotonous, the minutes that went by felt like hours to him with every thrust. He entertained himself by taking occasional licks of blood spots on her breast and neck. Soon enough, the usual feel had evolved into a certain tingle that began to creep in. The telltale sign that he was bound to finish in a short amount of time and conclude what they had started. He wasn’t quite sure how to finish, either to keep it inside of her or to extract out the very last second. His tempo began to change, notably speeding up with a deeper insertion.
-Wilson: “Sorry to disturb you your majesty but I’m really close to ending it. Now, how would you like your finale?”
He asked, in such way of perversion. It was bound to happen very closely.

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



-Wilson: “Unfortunately, no. Not until I release. How do you suppose normal women get pregnant?”
He taunted, still continuing his motions. He had no problem with talking during the process, having both experience and his immortal physical attributions. He was a bit puzzled by the inexperienced questioning and bewildered thought.
-Wilson: “Oh that’s right, first timer…. You were guessing that I’d just stop on purpose and spew out rainbows didn’t you? If I had that option, I’d let this go on all day.”
He continued his snobbish tease on her lack of knowledge. A delighted smirk had grown on the emotionless expression.
-Wilson: “Well then, I suppose I’ll just have to surprise you. Give me a holler if you feel sticky.”
He instructed, continuing the last of the session. He was getting to the point of breaking her inner most limits. He had begun to literally plunge himself forward, rocking and shifting the weighed down couch. A demonic tone had possessed him, a dark chuckle and slight groan had grown with the last of it. It would be no surprise a surreal pain and pleasure for her.