Death's cold embrace (Open to one male)

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Once every winter solstice, her village would offer a sacrifice to the overlord that aided and served as protection to them. They were a beaten down, torn village, the people barley above working dirt. They seemed to struggle for everything, and their only salvation was that overlord. No matter how vile and despicable his demands were, the villagers would follow to the dot, bending at every whim.

The sacrifice was not really what it seemed. The villagers would send a virgin to the looming castle that sat atop the mountain rage that lay to the north of the valley and the village that lay therein. More then likely, the woman would never be heard from again, though every winter; they would send another, and not knowing what fate awaited her or what the overlord had planned.

The overlord was a mystery all on his own. No one had ever seen him for he near to never showed his face to the villagers, and he never showed himself in the light of day. Some of the more superstitious villagers claimed that the man was a vampire, others just left that notion be or ignored it. That was a ridiculous accusation in itself…wasn’t it?

Once more though, the winter solstice had rolled around, and another woman was picked. This time, Riza, a girl barley nineteen years of age, found herself sitting in the herbal bath that the older women of the village prepared for the sacrifice every year. The sweet sent of the herbs and oils filled the steam laden room, though Riza was far too deep in thought to enjoy such a thing. She loathed the fact that she had been picked, for she wished nothing more then to be free of this village and the overlord, but here she sat, preparing to meet the man face to face. In a way, she was scared to see such a man, to be at his mercy. After all, the stories that the people had passed down painted a portrait nothing less then a cold hearted man, a snake.

A soft sigh passed her lips as she leaned back, the tips of her long black hair fanning out against the surface of the cloudy, warm water. No sooner had she relaxed one of the elder women of the village came bustling in, holding up a towel and ushering her out of the bath and into the cold air. Riza shivered as she stood there, the woman hurrying about dressing her. That she was in really was a beautiful dress. It was a silk like material, crimson and black in color. The corset framed her slender figure and rather ample breasts quite nicely, while the skirts of the dress fanned out elegantly around her feet.

There was no time to relax, for as soon as she was dressed, she was being pushed into the carriage that would lead her to the castle. Oh how she loathed how this was turning out so far.

She sat in silence as the carriage sped through the densely wooded area that made up the base of the mountain range, even now she could see the dark black looming shape that made up the overlords castle. She couldn’t bear to look at the despicable place, and drew the curtains of the carriage closed, her arms crossing under her chest. The ride was in silence, her worry and fear of what was yet to come clearly getting the better of her.

(I'm looking for someone to play the overlord in this Rp, please PM me if there's something I should change or if you are interrested in the role. Please if you are interrested, no one-liners, please post at least a paragraph or two, I usually do the same :D Thank you)
 
Malcolm had just gotten done burying his last virgin bride. She was one of the more beautiful of the ones that he had been sent, and he was sorry to see her go. He had a tear in his eye, but knew that this meant that they were sending him another one. He didn't know anything about the girl, only that she was a virgin, and that she would bring peace and prosperity to the village. Truth be told, he wouldn't do anything to hurt the people, he just went with them on this, for he needed a bride every year, and he was a good man usually.

He made his way back into the castle to make preparations for the new one coming, and make sure that everything was set for that night. He always turned them the night they came to the manor, and that was also the night that they lost their innocence. He made sure that the cook had the proper dinner prepared for the night, even tho he didn't eat much, except a rare steak and what appeared to be a glass of red wine, which was actually a glass of blood. The cook knew that they only needed to cook like this once a year, on the night that the new virgin was brought to the master.

After everything was set up, he went down to the front entrance hall, and awaited his bride. He saw the carriage come up the drive and he had a smile on his face. He was dressed in black, as usual, but well dressed. He smiled at the young lady when she was let out of the carriage, and shown up to the manor. "Good evening my dear, I am Baron Malcom MacDonald, and welcome to my humble adobe." He leaned down and kissed the back of her hand and offered her his arm as he led her into the house and to the dining room.
 
There was a blush that had creeped across Riza's cheeks. She really hadn't expected this man to be so suave and, in a word, charming. Everything was going so fast, but as she was led from the carriage and near thrown to him, she felt a bit more comfterable. Never the less, Riza was still uneasy around him, and even though he had welcomed her into his arms and home, she was reluctant to do so. The blush remained painted across her pale flesh, her eyes obscured by her long black hair that had casscaded over her visage. She kept her eyes on the ground as the two of them walked up the seemingly endless stairway to the entrence of the manor.

Up close, the castle wasn't really all that foreboading. True, it was a dark place, and it looked rather run down, but it had a rustic feel to it, one that Riza found most charming. She kept her thoughts to herself for the time being though, as well as keeping her mouth shut. She didn't want to upset this man so early into their meeting. If she was to spend a fair ammount of time with him, then she didn't want that time to be painful for either one of them.

In a way, she was a bit scared being with this man. There was an air about him that Riza found aluring and appaling and grotesque all at the same time. She yearned for his touch, though she couldn't stand it. Suddenly, upon entering the manor, she shook her head quickly, biting her lower lip gently. She needn't think such things for now, there was no reason for him to touch her in that bitter sweet yearning, nore did she feel that it would be necessary for anytime in the near future. But only time could tell that one.

Her eyes looked around the manor as she walked through the entrence doors. It was really quite beautiful. The floor was marble as far as she could tell, and the rooms to the manor were light and airy, not at all like the exterior would have made one guess the decoration was. Still, silence clung to the air about them, Riza not daring to speak.
 
Malcolm took her to the dining room and held a chair out for her near the head of the table. "Have a seat dear, I won't bite, might nibble a bit, but won't bite." He poured on the charm with her, knowing that it would make things easier later after dinner. "I hope you like what I had the cook make up for dinner tonight." He smiled delightedly and sat down after pushing her chair in for her.

"Please don't think I am being rude or anything, but I don't know your name. The people of the village don't ever give me the names of you girls in advance, so it's a bit daunting at first before we learn each others names." He took a sip from his glass, smiling over the edge of it at her. She was a beautiful woman, and he could just smell the innocence on her, knowing that that wouldn't be there anymore after that night. Yes he was a nice man, but he was also one that had needs, and he always loved the first taste of a virgin, and the first taking of same virgin afterwords.

He clapped his hands, and had the servants bring in the first course for them. He didn't eat much really, but it was a veritable smorgasborg for the young lady. "Go ahead and eat, no need to wait on me."
 
Riza sat in the chair that he had pulled out for her. She was quite content now, though as he spoke, the thought aroused. How many other women are here...? She quickly shook her head once more, wishing to free herself from these thoughts. "Oh....I-I'm sorry I didn't know they hadn't told you..." Even though her voice was shaking, it was velvet smooth and almost purr like. Though it was quiet, it was enough to send the sound echoing throughout the rather large dining room. She looked up to the man, her dark eyes looking his form over. He really was quite an attractive man, she really didn't know why people feared him as much as they felt the need to apparently do so.

After a moment, she took a sip of the wine that had been poured into her glass. The assortment in front of her was something new to Riza. She was not used to eating like this in the least. Questions raced through her mind as she picked at the food in front of her. Her eyes stayed on her plate, though every once and a while, they would venture over to his form once more, glancing over to him, only to find his gaze on her as well. She couldn't help but blush in seeing this, the pink tint turning red.

"Sir...?" She finally said, speaking up to finally voice her thoughts. "Sir...forgive me for asking...but...am I to be the only woman that you are keeping in your home...?" She looked up to him in a sideways glance. It was more of hope then anything. She never was one to get along with other women, and often she guessed that this was why they had sent her there. "Forgive me if I am speaking out of place...."
 
"No your not speaking out of place dear. Yes, I'm afraid that your the only one to be staying here." He didn't want to tell her about what happened to all the other girls, he didn't want to scare her right at this time. "So what shall I call you dear? You are very beautiful, and I am surprised that some young man hadn't caught your heart, or you haven't caught some young mans heart before this time." He smiled and chuckled at that, he knew the truth behind that, in that the village groomed these girls from a young age, knowing whom they were going to be sending each year for 10 years in advance.

Of course they would never tell him who they were sending, they didn't even communicate with him, for they feared him, even tho he protected them from things that if they knew, they would shake in fear. There were things out there that would take and send a innocent villager to their graves, if it wasn't for him protecting his village. He took another sip from his goblet and took a bite from his rare steak. He was pouring on the Vampiric charm with her the full time, enough to keep her relaxed and open to him.
 
Riza was quite taken aback by how open this man was. Most of the villagers told horrible stories of him being a monster, of being a cold hearted killer, but this man who sat before her was anything but that. She couldn't help but smile a bit. "You can just call me Riza...I don't really go by anything else." Her voice trailed off as she took another sip of her wine. She didn't know that she would be treated so well here, and she felt the fears that had been nagging at the back of her mind were no longer an issue, even for the short time she had been with this man.

"And you, sir...?" She asked in a rather chipper tone, her head tilting lightly off to the side with her rather innocent smile, her long black tresses sent casscading down and over her shoulders. "What may I call you?" Really, Riza was starting to enjoy this man's company. He had this air about him that made one feel comfterable and welcomed. It was unlike many of the men that Riza had been in contact with in the village. They were cold and often harsh, he on the other hand, was suave, not just in his attitude, but in the way he presented himself in his stature and appearnece. It was something strangly new to Riza.
 
Malcolm smiled, and new he had her now. "You my dear Riza can call Malcolm or Mac, whichever feels right to you." He smiled and drank some more. He could just smell the innocence rolling off of her, he was going to have fun tonight taking that innocence, and bringing it to the dark side. Of course they fought it at first, but once they got their first taste of what he offered, they were hooked.

"When your finished with your meal, I will show you to our room." He said with a knowing smile, putting enough into it for her to trust him that he would know best. She was his now, even tho she might not exactly know it yet. She was going to lose her virginity that night to him, probably within the hour. He finished his steak, and his goblet, and sat back and waited for her to finish. He was watching her, seeing the way she acted, and the manner in which she looked. To anyone that was outside, it would look like he was undressing her with his eyes, but there in the dining room, he was the utmost polite host, with witty conversation and thought for his guests, if she only knew what was going on in his mind.
 
Riza blinked a bit, choking softly on her drink out of sheer surprize. "Wait a minute..." She said softly. "Our....room?" She blinked, the blush that was already lacing her cheeks only intensifyed. She didn't know that such a thing was wanted of her, much less what was expected of her once they were there. She knew not of the sinful thoughts that were running through his mind, but even she couldn't ignore the looks that he was giving her. Charming as he was, she couldn't help but feel like covering herself and locking herself away in her own room. She cursed the elder women for dressing her in such a revealing dress, how the corset accented her already ample breasts.

Riza soon dismissed the thoughts and nodded, smiling a bit and returning to the plate in front of her. "That sounds nice..." She cooed, taking the last few sips of her wine. After a few moments, she finished most of what had laid on her plate, though there was still a few things that were left untouched. Mainly because Riza couldn't figure out what on earth they were.
 
"Are you finished dear Riza?" He smiled at her knowingly and with a wink. "Don't worry if you don't finish everything, snails and frog legs aren't everyones cup of tea." He chuckled at his own joke and clapped his hands for a servant to serve desert. "Here is something you might like Riza, you have a choice of either a Strawberry Torte with ice cream, or Chocolate Cake, A banana split, maybe a piece of cheesecake, or even a tira mi sou." He showed her the big array of desserts that were for her to choose. "Don't worry, what we don't eat, doesn't go to waist, it goes to the orphanage in the village." He had always helped out the orphans, and had a soft spot in his heart for them.

He chose a delectable piece of Chocolate Cheesecake himself, and a cup of coffee to drink with it. he smiled at Riza and indicated for her to make a choice. "Please make your choice of one or more of the choices, I guarantee that they are all delicious.'
 
Riza picked the strawberry torte, it seemed most appealing to her. She smiled a bit, picking at it for a few moments before taking a bite. The shade of the red berries near matched that of the blushing that laced her cheeks. She looked up to him, her fingertip of her index finger gently wiping some of the wine and juice from the berries from her lip. She shook her head lightly after a while, sinking back a bit in her seat, her back straight agianst the back of the chair. "I can't eat anymore, sir..." She said with a bit of a giggle. "I believe I'll be sleeping well tonight" She said with an innocent smile.

She was a bit interrested in what he had planned for the rest of the night. The sunset was still dwindling over the mountain piques in the horizon, setting the sky alfame with pink's and oranges, fading into blacks and purples. It was all very beautiful. Her eyes travled from the windows, back to him, seeing as he was still eating, she kept her thoughts to herself, sitting there drinking the wine that had been poured once more in her glass for her. She was content here, content with him. She felt she could relax a bit more around him. There was no need to be fearful.
 
"Please call me Mac, or Malcolm if you must Riza, you and I are going to be very close while here." He smiled at her, finishing off his cheesecake and his coffee. "Shall we head upstairs then Riza?" He offered her his hand and led her upstairs to the master suite.

Once they were inside, he shut the door, locking it behind them and turned to her. He then turned on the full Vampiric power onto her, overpowering her senses with lust for him, and want to do anything to please him. He also made it so that she would think that this was the most natural thing in the world for her to want to please him and to do whatever he wanted. He let his fangs grow out some and smiled at her. "Undress Riza, let me see your body in it's naturalness." It was an order of course, but it would have sounded to her like a request of a lover, of someone that she would do anything to please.
 
She followed the man to his room without a second thought, though it was when she stepped through, and when she heard the door locking, thats when her heart started pounding. She turned quickly, only to find him right against her, her eyes slowly moving from his chest, to his neck, then his eyes. She saw the fangs that were portruding from his lips, and her eyes widened. Fear struck her heartbeat, and her body quivered gently against his. It was his voice that brought her the feeling of a lovers pleasurable touch, the feeling of this domeneering force against her.

Slowly, her trembling fingers moved to the ribbon's of her corset. And slowly, she started to undress. She didn't know why she did this for this man. She was scared, to be faced with what he was, but she neither ran nor pulled back from his form. Her heart was racing, and her slow, feavered breath's filled the air around the two of them, her hot breath snaking along what little exposed skin she had so far, and what was exposed of his. Her cheeks were flushed, the bright red tint only adding to her almost innocent, fearful apprearence.
 
Malcolm smiled at her with a loving smile. "Don't be so afraid young one, you are with me now, and I won't let anything hurt you. Now just finish getting undressed, and we will go to bed for the night." He started undressing himself, letting her know that he was there for her and that she was safe.

He didn't hide his fangs, for once he was this close to a virgin that was his, he couldn't until he satiated his lust for blood and the virgin. He started kissing her neck as she undressed, licking and nipping lightly. He kept the charm going, and knew that once she had been turned, he wouldn't need it anymore.
 
Her lips slowly parted to let her pass a soft, pleasured gasp and moan. The feeling of his lips and teeth along the soft, sensitive flesh of her neck made chills shoot along her spine, and her back instantly arched. She loved this feeling, though then again, her fear was far from deminished. Her body trembled, and her breath's were sharp and short. Slowly, she moved into him, her corset simply hanging from her breasts and torso. Her fingers slid beneith his, and started gently unbuttoning his shirt, slowly stripping the cloth from his cold flesh. Her eyes had closed, and as his form leaned over her's, she could feel and hear his breath hitting her flesh, sending chills shooting along her spine.

"I-" She paused for a moment, not daring to let her thoughts pass her lips. Finally, her lips met his ear, soft, quiet moans and whimpers passing her lips and vibrating into his ear. "Master..." She whispered softly, her hands finally opening his shirt, and sliding to his chest, then around his shoulders, slowly and gently sliding him free of his shirt. "Do...do I please you, master...?" She purred, her body trembling still.
 
Malcolm smiled into her neck and nipped her gently, the first part of getting ready to turn her. "You please your master completely. Now is the time tho." He sank his fangs into the base of her neck, at the point where the jugular vein was and drank his full. He then let up and smiled licking his lips.

He then sliced his arm some, and brought it up to her lips. "Drink my lovely, and then you will be given a night of your life. Drink up and become mine in total." As she drank, he grew harder and harder, and let his pants hit the floor, along with the rest of her clothing. He layed her down on the bed, and looked at her young fresh virgin body and had to smile. Once she was finished he smiled. "Very good my bride, now is the time of your innocence to be gone. Prepare to be made a woman." He purred into her ear, licking and nipping at it.
 
She couldn't help but cry out as she felt him sink his fangs into her neck. She squirmed gently, her hands holding tightly to him. It was a bitter-sweet mixture of pain and pleasure, in a way, she didn't want it to go away. As he drew back, her squirming stopped, and her eyes looked up to his, a blush lacing her cheeks.

"Drink my lovely, and then you will be given a night of your life. Drink up and become mine in total."

She nodded lightly, leaning into him, her tongue flitting along the cut that he had made along his arm. She gently licked, nibbled, and suckled gently on the wound, the taste of him was bittersweet, though she loved it, even if this pleasure was an animalistic one. Riza felt herself laying down on the bed, being ushered by him. She blushed a bit more, and after a moment, she looked up to him, licking from his arm to his neck, kissing him gently at the nape. "Yes master....I...I will be your's...Make me your's...Make me your woman...."
 
Malcolm kissed her deeply and passionately. He ran his hands along her body, running them along her inner most desired folds, where no man had ever touched her before, and he was going to make her his. He kissed her neck, and nibbled some more, making her even hotter and hornier for him. He turned off the charm now, for he didn't need it anymore. She had become his totally when she was turned, and would be faithful.

He climbed up her body, positioning himself at her wet entrance. He kissed her long and hard as he slid his hard and erect cock into her virgin pussy. "OOOOh you are so tight and perfect Riza." He encountered her maiden hood, and broke through it with one hard thrust. He then took and started a rythym that would be thought of as the one that he used most often with her. He was fucking her with deep hard thrusts, making sure that she stayed faithful, and wanting for more.
 
She couldn't help but scream as he broke that seal that she had been guarding for so long. A sharp pain shot along her spine, making her shake and moan, scream and squirm as he continued pounding himself into her tight, hot, waiting cunt. She spread her legs farther apart, panting softly, her body trembling as he continued to use her, pleasure her, take her and molding her into his own. She loved this sinful feeling that she got from him, the pain of being impaled on his long, thick member. It felt so good, she swore this was going to become an addicting habit.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him in close as she kissed and licked affectionatly at her master's lips and neck. She was sure he could feel her heart pounding in her chest, he could feel her hot breath against his skin as she started panting, her breath's sharp and short in unbearable pleasure.
 
"That's it my sweet little Riza, and this is just the beginning." He kept going, pounding her into the bed, with his long deep thrusts. He could feel her heartbeat, what little there was of it now, and he could feel his filling his veins and getting ready to explode, getting ready to take her fully.

"It is time." He yelled as he took her deep one last time, fully engulfing his cock deep in her maiden hood, shooting off stream after stream of his hot sticky cum. He knew that she would love it, because she loved him. Now that he was satisfied, slid out of her, but placed his hand between her legs, and kept going with her clit and fingers going in and out of her to get her off also. "Once you get done getting off Riza, your to go down and clean my cock with your mouth."
 
As he came, so did she, the feeling of his seed soaking her inner walls was too much fr her. She thought this other-worldly pleasure was over, but before she could catch her breath, her master was already down on her agian, his fingers burried deep into her still spazming cunt. She screamed, the man's nails scratching pleasurably at her insides, her legs spreading farther apart for him, and her hands slipping to her own breasts, toying with her already sensitive nipples.

"Once you get done getting off Riza, your to go down and clean my cock with your mouth."

She nodded quickly to his demand, gasping softly to catch her breath, though with his new pleasure, it was making it hard to do so. "OH! Yes...Yes master...A-anything....Just name it master..." She cried to him, her hips raising and squirming slowly with the motions of his fingers, the nails every once and a while hitting her G-spot, sending her into a frenzy again.

(Sorry about that, thought I had posted that up >.<)
 
Malcolm smiled as she kept having orgasm after orgasm. He brought his fingers up and licked them clean, and offered her some of what was there also. "Lick my hand clean, then you can clean my clock." he said this as if it was a privilage for her to do so, not an order from her master. He had her completely as his own now, and once she had his cock cleaned, and more than likely him cumming again, but in her mouth, he would have her sweet ass.

"Yes my dear sweet Riza, you are a good little toy. You will do as I say and do it with pleasure." He smiled and kissed her neck, licking at the bite wounds to close them up. Sending a thrill of pleasure through them also. "See how much you make your master happy." He had her look at how hard he was, and how dirty it was with her juices. "Now clean it up like a good girl."
 
She did just as he was told, licking his fingers clean of her own juices, her lips seperating to suck gently on his index finger, her legs still spread for him, her hot cunt still spazzing. She started panting lightly, trying to catch her breath, though once more, she was forced down to this man's hard on, her blushing getting worse and worse. "Oh...Master..." She cooed, looking up to him, her fingertips gently stroking his member. "Did I do this to you, master...?" She asked in an almost child-like innocence.

It looked so alluring, standing on end and hard in front of her eyes, her own juices mixed with his, simply dripping from the organ. She leaned over, slowly and longingly licking along his shaft, her hot breath snaking around his hard flesh.
 
Malcolm moaned at the hot breath that was coming from her mouth. "Oh yes sweet Riza, take it all. lick it clean then suck on it like a lolly." He moaned as she did things that she had probably never done before, but so expertly. "Oh god your mouth feels so good. Don't forget what's leaking out the tip."

He had his hands roaming all over her body, stroking and playing. He was taking and prodding her anal cavaties, so that she would be ready for that. He was using her own juices to lube her up, and making sure she was nice and lubed up, and loosened up some also by using his fingers inside her. "Oh god yes that's so fucking good."
 
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