Winged Masters Make Flightless Pets. (Closed to 1 Male -Vampire- PM me)

Aidan watched curiously as Annabelle approached the table he had indicated and tentatively leaned over it, lifting herself up on her tiptoes so that she could press her chest against the surface. He could see in her body language that she was uncomfortable and hesitant, and yet she had complied with his instructions. When she spoke, asking him to punish her, her voice lacked any conviction, any sincerity, and yet she said the words he had instructed her to say.

It was progress, he realized. She still had a long way to go before she would actually say those words and truly mean them, but the fact that she hadn't refused or argued with him indicated that she was beginning to understand the hopelessness of her predicament. Unfortunately, he couldn't afford to take his time with her. She would have to learn quickly, and that meant pushing her further and faster than he normally would.

As he stepped toward the table where she waited, Aidan couldn't help but admire the curves of her bare ass and the sight of her cunt peeking out from between her buttocks. She was physically perfect. The sight of her bent over the table was enough to arouse him.

"Very good, pet, very good," he praised her, reaching out to stroke her hair softly before letting his hand slip to her back. "But how should I punish you? Pain or pleasure? For you I suspect one is as much a punishment as the other." Aidan let his fingertips slowly brush down her back until his hand cupped her left buttock. Then with a quick snap of his arm, he smacked her buttock hard and gripped it firmly in his hand, his fingers brushing against her cunt.
 
Annabelle was watching him, being sure to be able to see every damned step he took. The last thing that she wanted was to be against a table like this, especially when he seemed to be in the worst of moods at present. She thought t would almost help his mood if she did what she was told to do, even if using the word 'Master' was enough to nearly make her physically ill - and having to couple it with the word 'please' seeming to make it worse.

She was trying to remain detached, actually flinching in response as his hand routed her hair. It was almost as though she was already expecting to be struck. She had been told to ask for punishment after all. And then he confused her as his hand wandered down her back, actually asking if she wanted pain or pleasure after stating that he much preferred the pain.

It seemed too fast for her, his hand finding her ass, the sharp recoil of his hand before it came back down on the skin drawing a sharp cry from her lips, the angel lifting her head enough to press her forehead to the table, having a difficult time staying still without any sort of restraint, her palms pressed against the table as though ready and poised to push herself up at any moment.

She couldn't help but whimper as she felt his cool fingers move against her cunt, aware that it was being bared to him yet some part of her had wished that he hadn't noticed the sheer vulnerability. It was a difficult fact to swallow that she knew she had to answer him, unsure of which was the correct response, and what was worse was that she knew she'd have to add that awful word onto anything she said at this point to get in his good graces. If she could get into them, that is.

"I…I don't know, Master…you…you should decide.."

She could feel the sting still on her ass, wanting nothing more but to wiggle or get up, afraid that he would only get angrier than he seemed to be if she did so.
 
More progress, Aidan thought as he continued to grip Annabelle's buttock roughly in his hand and continued to brush his fingertips against her cunt. "You see, pet, you're a natural," he praised again, though it was hard not to let a certain amount of sarcasm show in his voice. "You shouldn't care whether your Master gives you pleasure or pain. For you, they should be one and the same. Each is a gift from your Master, each is to be desired, craved even."

The vampire finally pulled his hand back from his slave's ass but quickly brought it back down, slapping her other buttock, harder this time. "Your job is to learn what makes your Master happy and to do everything in your power to make him happy. If he prefers to indulge in the pleasures of your body, then you should offer yourself to him as often as possible. If he revels in the sounds of your screams then you should scream until your throat is raw."

Two more hard slaps, first the left buttock, then the right, left bright red marks on Annabelle's cheeks. Aidan followed the spanking by slipping his hand between the girl's legs, rubbing her clit softly. "Do you understand, pet?"
 
All of this was the last thing that she wanted to hear. For some reason she was still living on a lingering hope that there was a way out of this mess. Already her heartbeat had quickened enough to be noticeable, her breathing uneven as he worked to reduce her.

Being a bright girl it was easy for her to understand that he was working quickly - probably more quickly than usual in order to keep her from acting out of turn during this event. She was trying to think of some way to convince him that she'd just act properly and he could stop this, brought quickly out of that thought and back to reality as his hand came back down on her ass, the smack hard enough this time to make her tense, crying out in pain.

Tears were already stinging at her eyes, her legs trembling as he continued to speak, only to have her ass met again with his hand, once - then again, each drawing a near scream from her lips unable to stop herself from crying out again - though mostly in surprise at the contrast - as his finger moved between her legs, stroking her clit.

"Wh…what if he…what if his personality changes at the drop of a hat..a..and you can't figure it out.."

She actually shifted somewhat, as though trying to close her legs, the hand between them making it difficult to concentrate, unable to stop herself from whimpering against the table.
 
Aidan didn't answer Annabelle's question immediately. Instead, he let his fingers glide from her clit, up along her slit, then brought his hand back to her ass, rubbing the red hand prints on her buttocks to take the sting out. As he caressed her cheeks, the dark haired vampire found himself once again aroused by his slave, his angel. He could also feel his hunger returning.

Aidan stepped away from Annabelle and walked slowly to the plain wooden chair that was positioned next to her cage. "You may stand," he said somewhat dismissively as he seated himself in the chair as if exhausted. His elbows on his knees, Aidan stared at the floor for several moments before he finally spoke again.

"A Master such as you describe is either testing you, keeping you off balance, to make you more vulnerable, or..." he paused as if trying to decide whether to continue. "...or he doesn't know what makes him happy...perhaps he's never felt happy. If that's the case, then I feel sorry for his slave, for she may never truly be able to please him."
 
Already she didn't understand. His hand was rubbing then, moving over the marks on her ass and actually making her feel better after the brief abuse. When he moved away from her again she found herself following him with her eyes. When he told her that she was allowed to stand she did so immediately, pressing her palms against the table and using her arms to help herself to her feet, never taking her eyes off of him.

When he sat down she slowly stepped away from the table, as though wanting to put as much distance between herself and it as possible. Of course, right next to him was that horrid cage that she had found herself in already too many times.

She tilted her head curiously, as though trying to figure out how he didn't understand that she was talking about him. From when she first got there to last night she had already seen too many mood changes from him - and yet now he was saying that he would feel bad for the slave. For her essentially.

Her movements were cautious as she stepped toward him. When she was in front of him she dropped to her knees, lifting her hand slowly, her fingers cautiously running across his cheek, somewhat surprised that his face was as cool as his hands. "You need to eat something.."
 
Aidan sat motionless as Annabelle closed the distance between them. She moved so gracefully, so effortlessly it was almost as if her feet didn't even touch the ground. Even in the harsh light and against the backdrop of the dungeon like room, she was exquisite in every detail. God, no wonder we allowed them to rule us for so long, he thought to himself. And then she was kneeling in front of him, assuming a subservient position without even being asked.

Once Aidan would have recoiled from her soft caress, not because she was his slave or because she belonged to the race of creatures that had subjugated his kind. Simply because he was not comfortable receiving affection. He could not remember ever being the recipient of any true affection. But for some reason, when Annabelle laid her hand against his cheek, Aidan not only accepted the gesture, he welcomed it, leaning to the touch.

"You need to eat something..." she cautioned him.

She was right, of course. He was weak because he had refused to feed. And that blood weakness perhaps more than anything else was why he was behaving so strangely, he thought. But was she offering herself, he wondered as he looked down at her. Would she be willing to do that? And if she was offering herself, was there any reason for Aidan to deny himself any longer?

"Come, my pet," he said, his tone soft as he motioned for her to stand. "Come,sit on my lap," he instructed, indicating that she should straddle him on the chair.
 
Annabelle took in every detail as she watched him, gauging his reactions to everything that she did. She had no idea why she was doing this, or why even after what had happened thus far she would offer any kindness toward him above what was necessary. But here she was, kneeling in front of him in order to be in his line of vision, her fingers moving across the skin of his cheek unable to help but marvel at the smoothness and coldness. Like marble.

It took her only a moment to get to her feet, unable to stop herself from hesitating before stepping to his side, lifting a leg easily only to let it fall on the other side of his lap, her toes not touching the ground as she positioned herself to straddle him fully.

Almost instantly she decided that this was far too intimate for her liking, colour flooding to her cheeks as her hands clutched at his shoulders in order to stabilize herself in his lap. They were so close here, in every possible way - in a way that two lovers should be, not Master and slave. The girl found it impossible to control her speeding heartbeat, though she was also unable to look away from him despite her discomfort.
 
As Annabelle settled onto his lap, almost immediately Aidan felt her blood begin to sing to him again, stronger now, more intensely. Perhaps the closeness of her body, the intimacy of the moment was to blame for why the sweetness of her blood seemed so much more intoxicating than before, or perhaps it was that his need was stronger than before. His whole body, weak and languid moments before was now throbbing and focused on his need to feed.

He leaned forward, placing his cheek against her bare breasts, listening to her heart beating. It was like a drum to his ear, pounding a steady, hypnotic beat seemingly meant just for him. Before he realized what he was doing, Aidan's tongue was circling one of Annabelle's nipples, his lips pressed against her breast. His hands had slipped down behind her to cup her ass firmly. The scent of her blood had once again triggered his arousal.

"Don't worry," he managed to say through clenched teeth as he lifted his head to her neck and gently sank his fangs into her flesh. Her blood exploded into his mouth, dancing across his lips and tongue and with it his strength returned. As he drank it down he felt his body come alive. The sweetness of it, the power, it was incredible. And as Aidan's body grew strong, the desire he felt for Annabelle became almost overwhelming.

Reaching down below her, he freed his now engorged cock from his pants and quickly guided it to her cunt. As he drank deeply from her neck, the vampire pushed his throbbing manhood up into his slave's warm sex. His hands returned to her buttocks, pulling her hips to his. And his fangs sank deeper...
 
She couldn't help but tense as he pressed his cheek against her chest, any attempt at calming herself at this point rendered useless. The rest seemed a blur. His lips upon her breast, hands reaching down to hold her there, the grasp on her ass as possessive as it was almost needy. And then when he spoke…well she wasn't sure what to make of the words. She couldn't find his eyes now - as he was far too close, his lips hovering above her skin as he lift his head to her neck.

There was no hesitation, making Annabelle acutely aware of just how hungry he had been. When his fangs broke the skin she gasped, her fingers clutching his shirt as though the world was spinning and he was the only thing able to keep her steady. Despite repeating the words "Don't worry" in her head over and over again she found herself worrying.

She wasn't sure what was happening, his hand reaching between them, easily feeling his arousal against her, unable to stop herself from squirming somewhat, though it was a useless try, his cock inside of her within seconds, an almost frantic cry escaping her lips. Of course all that she was remembering was before, him using her body so carelessly, and now again here she was, his hands again on her ass, using it to guide her hips, her chest heaving as he sunk fully inside of her.

As his fangs pressed harder, deeper into her neck her hips bucked against his, reaching up with one hand in order to tangle her fingers in her hair. He was drinking deeply enough that with each pull she saw stars, panting as she tried to move her hips, the fullness she felt with him inside of her so deeply making her almost need to move,..need to get stimulation from his cock.
 
From the moment the angel's blood had touched his lips, the world had seemed more vibrant, more alive. And with that change, Aidan felt his body change as well, his strength returning, his desire, and each seemed magnified tenfold. Every breath, every movement. He suddenly felt hypersensitive, totally in tune with himself, his body and Annabelle's body as she straddled his lap.

As he began to thrust his hips upward, burying his engorged cock in his slave's cunt, Aidan felt her body squirming slightly against his own. Unlike before, when she had been completely resistant to the sexual contact he had initiated, this time he sensed an indecision within her. A part of her seemed to be trying to pull away, but at the same time, it felt as though she wanted to grind her hips against his sex, to feel him inside her, penetrating her. Wanted or not, he did penetrate her, again and again, pushing up into her as his hands pulled her body against his.

Blood dripped from his lips, just a trickle, but too much to be wasted. He pulled his teeth from her neck and lowered his head, licking the precious crimson from her skin, smearing it down to the base of her neck. Then as his mouth returned to its original location, finding the twin holes that were the source of the blood, he raised one hand from her ass to her chest, squeezing and fondling her breasts roughly.
 
Annabelle could feel a warmth within him almost immediately. It was a slow gain of temperature, but he was no longer chilling to the touch anymore and that was always a good thing.

What was worse was that Annabelle was in a strange state. She felt as though she was both euphoric from the bite, but at the same time she had an urge to get him away from her neck. Every pull of blood that he took from her she could feel her own strength leaving, and what was worse, her fight.

Each thrust drew a weak moan from his lips, her eyes fluttering somewhat as his hand claimed her breasts. The roughness was a reminder in itself that he still was no different than the man she'd met and had been punishing her all along. She let her head fall back as her hips continued to work against her mind's bidding, staring up at the ceiling, each thrust causing her to rock her hips against his.

Make him stop.

The thought echoed in her head, raising a hand only to rest it against his cheek. Some part of her knew that he'd only stop when he was good and done, but Annabelle wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to hold her eyes open. What was worse was that she didn't know if he even cared. He seemed drawn to her blood more than her and he drank from her as though an addict.

"P..please.."

Fuck. She didn't know if she was begging him to stop or to continue. Her brain was getting somewhat foggy and the more he drank, the more she felt her body giving in to him. She knew that she was close to orgasm, a welcome changed from what had happened in this room and in his room in the past, but didn't know if it would even be allowed or if she'd be able to stay conscious for that long.
 
Aidan realized with each passing moment that he was drinking too deeply, taking too much from Annabelle. He knew he needed to stop, but the ecstasy of the moment was so overwhelming he wasn't sure he could stop himself. Her blood was so rich, and the taste of it so exhilirating. And so he drank deeper, just as he drove his throbbing cock deeper into her cunt, pulling her hips down against his erection even as he lifted his own hips up.

As a trickle slipped from his mouth and dripped from his lips to land on the tip of her breast, the vampire pulled his fangs from her neck and lowered his mouth to her chest. His mouth closed over her breast, sucking the blood from her naked flesh and pulling her nipple into his mouth. As his tongue licked the last drop from her skin, he fought the urge to let his teeth return to her neck, savoring the blood that remained in his mouth.

Again and again he thrusted upward, forcing his hard cock into Annabelle's wet cunt, driven by his desire for her as well as the euphoria that had flooded his body upon drinking her blood. He had forced himself to stop feeding, but he had no plans to stop fucking her, not until his desire had been sated.
 
Annabelle wasn't really even sure how she was still conscious. By the time he did pull his lips from her neck her heart was throbbing slowly, the sound both dull and loud in her ears simultaneously. She felt that she was in some sort of daze, each thrust drawing a weak sound from her lips.

Her vision was blurred, blackened at the corners as though threatening her consciousness, but she couldn't figure out a way to get herself away from her at this point. She could feel every bit of him inside of her, despite her obvious haze still feeling herself closer to orgasm.

Some part of her wanted for him to keep going..wanted him to drink until she wasn't moving anymore simply so that she wouldn't have to be there anymore, wouldn't have to worry about which collar she was to wear. The thought alone had her reaching up with a trembling hand, trying to draw his face back to her neck. She could feel the warmth in his skin as her own blood flowed through him, the wound on her neck throbbing with each beat of her heart.
 
With the angel's blood now coursing through his veins, his mind no longer distracted by the fear of feeding too deeply from her, Aidan focused on the pleasure he was feeling. He focused on fucking his beautiful pet. Each thrust of his cock into her cunt sent a thousand sensations through him. And he could feel her body respond. Whether she consciously wanted it or not, her body seemed to be betraying her desire.

Aidan lifted his mouth from Annabelle's breasts up to her neck, licking, kissing, teasing the bite marks, before raising his lips to her ear, "I want you to cum with me, pet." His lips lingered there against her ear for a moment longer as his hands gripped her ass firmly and he drove his dick into her even faster. Then as he felt his orgasm approaching, Aidan moved his mouth to Annabelle's, kissing her.
 
Annabelle found herself whimpering, mostly because her little plan to get him to keep feeding didn't seem to be working. It seemed that he had had enough of her blood to keep him satisfied for the time being, though she was almost certain that she would be his main source of nutrients after tonight.

His fingers clutched her ass, the sheer strength and speed of his thrusts drawing her closer to orgasm. She barely had to move with him at this point which was good because she wasn't sure that she would even have the strength to do so, her fingers clutching at him in need as he dragged his lips from her ear to hers, allowing her a brief moment to gasp against his lips before kissing her.

It took only moments then. Annabelle found herself getting lost in everything that was happening. She knew that her lack of focus had a lot to do with blood loss, but couldn't blame it all on that. There was still the tricky detail that her body actually wanted this. She moaned against his lips, her cunt squeezing around his cock as he moved inside of her. Unable to stop herself from doing so, she simply let go, her pussy convulsing around his cock as she came, her heart pounding in her chest and ears.
 
Aidan could feel the precise moment that Annabelle began to orgasm. Her body expressed it in subtle, almost imperceptible ways, the slight change in pitch of the soft whimpers that escaped her lips, the way her body tensed against his as if she was holding her breath, the trembling of her legs against his body, even the way her cunt seemed to tighten against his invading cock. And yet it was not any of these tell tale signs that let Aidan know that his slave had reached a climax, it was her blood. It sang. A crescendo of pleasure that seemed to burst from her heart and fill the vampire's ears. It was so powerful, so beautiful that it threatened to overwhelm his senses.

Aidan responded to that song, that celebration, with a kiss that started with her lips, then moved to her neck, his lips once again brushing ever so slightly against the puncture marks made by his teeth, and then trailing down to the center of her chest. As pressed his lips between Annabelle's breasts, Aidan drove his cock up into her cunt one last time before he exploded in and orgasm of his own. He held her hips tight against his as he filled her cunt, pleasure coursing through his body, raging.
 
Annabelle had been trying to hold back as best she could. She did not want to be reacting to anything that he did to her, and yet here she was, shuddering on top of him with no natural ability to stop herself. What really scared her about the entire encounter was that now there was a real…true connection there. At least her brain thought so - believing that something so intimate wasn't something that he could possibly share with someone else.

His lips were against hers for the briefest of moments, enough to cause her to whimper as he pulled from them, instead trailing slowly down her neck to her chest, throwing her head back as he filled her with his cum, her nails digging into the skin on his chest as she struggled in vain to keep her wits about her.

It took Annabelle longer than she anticipated to come back down from that contact high, finding herself trembling, and suddenly needing to get away from him. She knew that this was a mistake that she couldn't take back, gold collar or not, and now didn't know what to do about it.

She managed to get off of his lap, actually wincing as his cock left her dripping pussy, her flushed cheeks evidence of her own orgasm, though she did not have the energy that she had prior to him drinking from her. In fact, she found herself struggling to stand. Despite the flush in her cheeks her colour was off otherwise, paler, her lips no longer as pink as they'd been even minutes ago. Her entire body protested as she stood away from him, eyes on the ground as though searching for some explanation as to what she had just allowed to happen.

Even if she needed to now, there was no way that she had the energy to fight him off or even draw her wings out - the blood loss making her incredibly weak to an extent that she had never felt before. That, coupled with the fact that she had offered her body and blood to him seemed to be doing an immediate toll on her mental status..and physical as it were.
 
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