The Dark Stranger (Closed)

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she had no idea that she was going to meet a man that is about to turn her life upside down, a man who was deadly could seduce a woman and take everything from her. Even her life if it was something he so desired, she may actually for once be lucky, or cursed? She would have no idea. But will she consider herself lucky once she finds out about him. But her story starts in a bar. The typical bar scene, people talking, people laughing, people making out and some people fucking in the hallway since it was away from people. Cat was studying to be a doctor. She managed to graduate 2 years early because of how intelligent she was, she was sexy and a lot of people thought that she could be a model, but she did not believe in modeling because she didn't want to be taken advantage of. What was life without taking chances, though it was taking chances that made everything possible and maybe something impossible, but who knows what's in the past.

When she walked in and she did not see the mysterious stranger, she went up to the bartender and ordered herself a vodka redbull. She took her drink and enjoyed the taste of it as it slid down her throat her dark brown eyes scanning everywhere still not seeing him and not really seeing anybody that caught her attention. In that moment she began to wonder if she had wasted her time this evening she didn't know. She was desperate for a change in her life every time she went out to a bar or places like this she was hoping to find Mr. right a vision of man looking at her forcing her against a wall placing himself out going under her skirt and fucking her silly. She wanted something more in that moment.
 
Lazlo Batard’s life was not what he had suspected. He was a young nobleman in the court Count Vlad Tepes one of the young Hungarian and Moldavian officers that were sent to aid the count Dracula in his war against the Ottoman Turks part of a crusade to drive them from the Balkans. He had been seduced by the counts youngest daughter and she betrayed their indiscreet affair to her father, for that transgression the count took a fearful revenge and condemned the young man to a living death, of immortality, as he was forced to watched all he loved, all he knew pass away time and again down through the dark corridors of time.

Lazlo Batard was one of those men whose age was not easily determined at a glance. He was tall a little over six feet in height, his body well toned like that of a young man, his hair was a tawny copper ginger in color and yet there was a touch of sliver at the temples. He made his way down to the local bar at his entrance a hush fell over the room.

“Declinarea, bucurați nevazute!”

Slowly the form boisterous nature of the village bar returned as the casually dressed stranger took a seat where he could watch all who entered or leave as if he was a Count observing his courtiers. Couples sought the darker corners of the bar for a more intimate drink to share and away from the stranger’s piercing gaze. As he surveyed a young beauty caught his eye, http://screenpicks.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/url33.jpeg. He rose from his chair and went to where the girl was standing by the bar.

“Dvs. sunt fermecătoare draga mea, Ce este numele dvs.?”

He saw a look of confusion in her soft doe eyes. On closer examination Lazlo could see the girl was no Eastern European and had the look of the English or an American.

“My apologies mademoiselle, but I find you enchanting, what is your name?”

It was a bold move but when one had lived as long as Lazlo had bold moves were a matter of course.

“So what brings you to this small Transylvania village?”

There was a teasing glint in his eyes as he continued,

“In search of the fabled count Vlad Tepes……….Dracula?”
 
She had no idea that tonight would be the time was she would bump into a vampire because where she came from vampires are just movie creatures creatures from imagination the dark on twisted even though her favoriet one would have to be the Brams version. She liked that version because it showed Dracula as a man not a monster he did what he did to survive that he truly loved Mina. That he also turned her because she begged him to do it. It was a love story, something that she wished could happen to her. To find a handsome vampire to free her from her human shell. But she also thought that vampires were not real, how wrong she was.

It was funny how her mind worked how she wanted something mysterious, something dark to happen to her. She didn't want to die she liked living she liked being on this plaine of existence. But it was then she heard an accent and then heard what? He said she was able to pick out very little of it since she was still in the language she looked at the man and he was dropped dead gorgeous til her head to the side showing her confusion and hoped someone here spoke English, the bartender did, but she didn't know how big English was over there, and when he spoke it was like his words melted her soul. He was everything that she wanted in a guy, drop dead gorgeous and his voice velvety.

" My name is Cat Taylor and who may you be?" she asked curiously as she ordered one more drink and looked at the gentleman offering to buy him whatever he wanted. Normally it was custom for a guy to order a girl something but something made her do it she didn't know what it was.

"Awww Dracula one of the most tragic love stories out there, I'm here just visiting always loved this country. Its beautiful here much more interesting then New York" she said with a kind look in her eyes.
 
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" My name is Cat Taylor and who may you be?"

There was an air of innocence to this young golden haired beauty, a sweetness that he had not sensed in many years, a virginal innocence. Lazlo dark hazel eyes smiled into Cat’s soft eyes.

“Cat a pleasure to meet you. I am Lazlo, Lazlo Batard.”

Batard accepted Cat’s offer for a drink, tea and vodka neat. He explained to her that it was a traditional Romanian drink and offered to let her try his.

"Awww Dracula one of the most tragic love stories out there, I'm here just visiting always loved this country. It’s beautiful here much more interesting then New York"

A romantic Lazlo mussed to himself, a lover of the Irishman Bram Stoker's romantic story. Lazlo however knew the reality of that immortality, and hunger. Such naive innocence, he could almost believe this girl was a virgin.

“Have you visited the castle archives here in Târgoviște?”

Lazlo scribbled his name on a coaster and handed it to Cat.

“Give this to the castle’s ticket office and they will give you access to the archives.”

When Lazlo had finished his drink he slowly rose.

“It was a pleasure meeting you Miss Taylor,……….Cat. I trust that your stay here in Târgoviște, I am sure that it will be a memorable stay.”
 
She watched very closely and couldn't help but see something within him she did not know what it was right then but as she heard what he ordered to drink she was quite curious about it. When he said it was a traditional drink when he offered his drink to her she took it in her small delicate hands, taking a sip from it. It was actually quite delicious she handed him the drink back and something inside her more curious and why he took interest in her. She was watching him as he took a coaster writing down whatever it was he was writing down on it. She took it and was grateful for it she had not seen the archives and now even more curious about it decided that she would go see when they were open but she put the coaster in her pocket so it would not be lost.

She smiled when she heard his name she had never heard it before but she liked the sounded like a very important name she smiled she was rather excited and something inside her wanted to be released. But did not know what it was, she was quite disappointed when he took his leave, she said goodbye to him and wondered if she would ever see him again. She was feeling tipsy and because she didnt like to get drunk. So she paid what he owed the bartender and she laughed looking up at the night sky with a beautiful sight. She headed for the archives her spoke of to see when it was open.
 
The ticket agent at Castle Târgoviște looked at the coaster and then at the young blonde beauty. It was obvious that she was quite young and did not fit the mold of the normal researcher that was admitted to the castle’s archives, yet there was no doubt that it was Count Batard.

“If you would follow me Miss……..Taylor.”

There was a distained detachment to this man as if Cat’s arrival had been an inconvenience then anything else. It was if he saw her as nothing more than bothersome young lady. He led Cat through a maze of corridors and stairways that must once have been the realm of the castle’s servants. At last they arrived at a sturdy oaken door, Cat’s petulant escort, knocked on the door.

“Count Batard you have a guest a Miss Taylor.”

“Enter!”

Was Batard’s simple response, but there was an unmistakable note of command in the man’s voice. He was standing in a pool of light that filtered through the stained glass widow. If Cat had vision of Lazlo as a vampire in the mode of Bram Stoker's Dracula she had to be disappointed, yet as they say appearances can be deceiving. It was apparent that at one time that this must have been the castle’s chapel.

“Miss Taylor…….”

Lazlo extended his hand to her, and took Cat’s hand in both of his. He stepped closer, so the young girl could feel the heat of his body close to hers and then kiss both of her cheeks before taking a step back.

“……..Cat I am pleased that you accepted my offer. You know that the Vlad Tepes of history is quite different than Bram Stoker's fictional character, and yet…..”

There was a teasing smile that bowed his lips and merriment dancing in his gold flicked hazel eyes. Lazlo laid out a vellum volume of the Tepes family history.

“This is their Vlad’s story in his chroniclers own words.”

There came an instant knock at the door and a young man entered at Lazlo petulant command to enter. The Man spoke rapidly

” Christine a scăzut și putem juca ea indicator piesă.”

Lazlo was obviously upset at the news the young man had brought. He turned to Cat a worried look on his face.

“It appears Cat that young Christine who was to play the Counts victim for our castle’s tour has fallen. We will have to cancel the tour and tours are what pays the bill for the castle and its archives upkeep Cat.”

He paused for a moment his gaze sought Cat’s.

“Would you consider taking her place Cat?”

Lazlo shuck his head and muttered,

“No, no that would be an imposition on you, the tour must be canceled.”
 
She had no idea that it would be open at this hour, but when the gentleman took the coaster and looked at her, she could tell he did not approve of her, she looked down and blushed a little bit. She did not know if it was because she wasn't pretty enough Or old enough she didnT know what was going to happen, but when she looked up she noticed that he took it anyway and she heard in that moment count the gentleman she had met was a count? She didn't know how to take that. What would a count want with a tourist? But she had a feeling that she was about to find out. Everything inside her told her to go back, but she wanted to venture and was curious about what she would find.

When it came down to it she heard the gentleman say what he did and when she heard him say enter he opened up the doors and allowed her in she slowly walked up to him because she was too busy looking at the room it was magnificent it was beautiful and old feeling, but finished walking up to him. She felt him take each of her hands and then kissed each cheek she had heard that was there custom here and she returned the exact same thing he did. Then she hurried exactly what he said to her and she started to think about it then she hurried exactly what he said to her and she started to think about it she was going to be there a while.

" Count i'm gonna be here a while, and since I'm here I'll do it so you don't have to cancel anything even back home, you had to pay the bills or you were screwed and I don't want to see that happen to you, so tell me or show me what I have to do as long as I want to speak because I don't know your language very well." cat had no idea what she was getting herself into, but she hoped that she made the correct decision there was something compelling about him, that was why she wanted to help him out here, even though she didn't know him or not what this was even about, really..
 
" Count i'm gonna be here a while, and since I'm here I'll do it so you don't have to cancel anything even back home, you had to pay the bills or you were screwed and I don't want to see that happen to you, so tell me or show me what I have to do as long as I want to speak because I don't know your language very well."

Could this adorable young thing be that innocent? Well she would soon have a day that she would never forget.

“Thank you so very much Cat you have no idea what this means.”

Lazlo escorted Cat to the dressing rooms and left her in the care of an elderly woman that spoke broken English. The first thing was the costume that Cat was to wear, a period dress, complete with corset, and that corset would not allow the young beauty to wear a bra. A white shift and over that an elaborately embroidered dress that hat a tight fitting bodice that pushed Cat’s firm young breast up and out, her pale pink rosebud nipples threaten to burst from the gown’s bodice. When she was dressed Cat was led to Castle Târgoviște’s dungeon that was theatrically lit. There was a cross “X” of St. Andrew standing in the center of that pool of light. The woman explained to Cat that she was to be bound to the cross.

” Please Miss Taylor, take your place my dear the tour will soon be here. All you have to do is scream NO. No, No, as Dracula comes for you.”

Before Cat could think better of what she was getting into the woman was binding Cat’s right wrist to the “X” cross, then Cat’s left wrist and finally her trim little ankles. The position seductively displayed Cat to perfection her nipples straining against the material of the gown.

The guide ushered the gawking tourist into Târgoviște’s dungeon. As they gasped as the saw Cat bound there came a scraping of a door opening and Count Lazlo approached Cat dressed as The fabled Vampire. When Cat cried NO. No, No,, Lazlo bent his mouth gaping open vampire fangs bared as he bent his head to Cat’s slender neck. The Tour gasped then applauded the performance. There guide ushered them out and the tour moved on.

“Do you enjoy being bound Miss Taylor, helpless to defend yourself, to be at my mercy to do whatever I want to you?”
 
She looked at him and could see that he was really happy that she was willing to do this for him, but she had no clue what was going to happen, her heart beating so fast it was almost in her throat, she followed the directions she was given, got into the outfit she had to be in though she could not believe that women in that time peroid would wear such a thin. It was so hot, big and weighed a lot, and he felt like she was being squeezed to death. But he managed to suck it up and do as she was told, and he began to wonder why he, of all people there wanted her. There had to be someone else that would have done it in his household, that she really didn't care in that moment she wanted to do it and she wanted something different to happen. She was here for adventure and she wanted it no matter the cost. She then began to wonder if she was going to be good enough for this I mean sure it was simple screaming no no no you know it's easy to do that but she really wanted to be worth it.

Im always willing to try new things I've never tried before, especially because im before a man that is very good looking. In a way, I wish vampires existed. I know that Dracula was nothing like the movies and the books I've dug into the history of him, a dark history always been curious about his life. Had to have known love and be loved in return, but now what will you do with me my Lord?," she asked with a smile.
 
Im always willing to try new things I've never tried before, especially because im before a man that is very good looking. In a way, I wish vampires existed. I know that Dracula was nothing like the movies and the books I've dug into the history of him, a dark history always been curious about his life. Had to have known love and be loved in return, but now what will you do with me my Lord?,"
she asked with a smile.


It was obvious that this naive beauty had no idea of the danger she was in. Lazlo slipped a knife from the sash of the costume. The subdued light of the dungeon glinted off the keen edge of the blade. Lazlo slipped the blade’s keen edge of the string of her corset.

“You are in my country Miss Taylor, in my Castle and realm, you are mine to do with as I ……Pleas my dear.”

Gone were the playful notes in Batard’s voice from earlier. Now there was a dark sensual quality to it and a note of steel as well. A slight pressure and the cord of Cat’s corset parted. One by one they gave way until the bodice of Cat’s gown hung open. Lazlo’s body pressed to Cat’s his arms encircled her trim waist as he loosed the ties that held the skirt of the stunning young blonde in place. A soft whisper of the skirts material whispered softly as the garment cascaded down Cat’s long sculptured legs to pool around her bound ankles. Only Cat’s translucent virginal white shift hid the young beauty’s naked perfection from Batard.

“Shall we see what you are hiding beneath that shift Miss Taylor?”

Cold unyielding steel caressed the soft warmth supple flesh of Cat’s heaving breasts. That cold steel slipped between the girl’s warm silken skin and the material of the shift. The material yielded to that keen edged and soon Cat was bared to Lazlo her little lacy panties her only vestige of modesty left to her.

“How many lovers have you taken Miss Taylor?”
 
She didn't know what was going to happen next until it finally happened. It was something that kind of scared her because he was now cold and demanding the thought of being hurt by him kind of pissed her off. She was not his property and never would be. But now she was his prisoner but she was tied up and couldn't do anything and was kinda confused. Her heart beating when she saw a blade, the blade of a knife. Her heart in her throat, looking around trying to get away. She looked back at him and then felt it. Her clothing being cut off looking at him till finally clothing falling around her feet it was a horrible thing, she had a horrible feeling came over her. When he said what he did she swolowed hard, why would it matter unless he killed girls like her. Looking at him she didn't know what to say to him but just answered.

"None I'm a virgin."
 
Confusion, fear, hatred, he had seen it all before. After all Miss Cat Taylor was not the first young beauty to find herself in this position , bound, helpless and betrayed. Just as he had been betrayed by Tepes’s youngest daughter all those centuries ago. Now he would once more take his revenge on this stunning young beauty, this daughter of EVE. His mouth began to close around Cat’s slender neck. The sharp points of his fangs pressed to the girl’s to the little hallow where Cat’s slender neck and shoulder met and where her young life fluttered madly beneath her soft creamy ivory skin. Those two serpent sharp fangs left no doubt in Cat’s young mind that Vampires truly did exist and that she was helpless in this creatures grasp. Lazlo Batard resisted the temptation to sink his teeth into Cat’s neck. No that would be too quick to merciful. Besides why not toy with this young beauty. It was then that Cat gasped tearfully,

"None I'm a virgin."

“A virgin in this day and age Miss Taylor.”

Batard scoffed as he drew back from that fatal bite that would have ended Cat’s young life in deadly ecstasy.

“Shall we see if you are telling the truth Miss Taylor.”

Batard’s cold golden hazel eyes held Cat’s soft brown eyes captive in their gaze as Dracula’s had held young Nina’s in Stoker's novel. His hands cupped her firm young breasts he rolled the girl’s soft pale pink rosebud nipples under the pads of his thumbs as he gauged her gorgeous young body’s reaction to his fondling of her breasts. His hand slid seductively down the sensual curves of Cat’s supple young body. Lazlo’s thumbs hooked into the waist band of the stunning young blonde’s lacy panties his eyes smiled wickedly into hers as he ripped her panties, Cat’s last vestige of modesty form Her . She now hung naked as the day she was born before her capture. When he saw the pale golden fleece that barely hid Cat’s virgin’s treasure Batard almost cooed,

“I see you cuffs and your collar match Miss Taylor.”

Batard’s hand dipped between Cat’s thighs, his finger slid along the length of her coral pink virginal folds, each pass of that finger cleaving deeper and deeper into the girl’s gorgeous chaste young body. Damn but she was tight Lazlo could almost believe that she was indeed a virgin. Deeper and deer he explored the sweetness of Cat’s delicate pussy until the tip of his finger grazed the girl’s maiden head the proof of her virginal innocence.

“So Miss Taylor you are A VIRGIN.”
 
What I call a while she was his prisoner. All kinds of things began to flow through her mind, wondering if she was going to die tonight wondering if she was gonna be bothered, women said the worst thing you can do to women even worse than murder was right and that it is is going, she feared she watched him and he seemed shocked and not moved at all a super aversion she felt his hand goes down between her legs and she moaned softly as he started. In that moment she had a vision in her head, the vision of him calling disbands lifting her skirt and just fucking her see she was extremely horny, I did not want to be forced to do this action, but I had a feeling she had much at all. Everything inside her tries so hard to not moan but it was impossible the feeling felt too good, but she looked up at him and had no idea what was going to happen.
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" what are you going to do to me?" She asked scared of what he was about to do.
 
Batard loved each little gasp and sigh the unwillingly bubbled from Cat’s moist ripe lips. The way her young hips seemed to arch to that delicious finger that was even now violating her, and the intoxicating musky scent of the young virgin’s growing arousals filled his nostrils. Finally Cat managed to gasp,

" what are you going to do to me?"

Oh yes this delicious little morsel was scared, but she was also very aroused for nothing in her young life had prepared her for what Batard was doing to her.

“ I am going to take my pleasure from your gorgeous young body Miss Taylor.”

Lazlo’s eyes were cool and yet there was a fire that burned in that coolness that could not be disguised it was raw lust and Cat Taylor was now the object of that lust. He let his finger slip almost clear of Cat. He then began to roll Cat’s clit under the pad of his thumb, coaxing that little pearl of passion, from its hooded hiding place.

“My dear Miss Taylor you will not be a virgin very much longer my dear.”
 
She knew what he meant by that and hear the shit out of her she looked at him and felt what he was doing to her she envisioned him taking her. She wondered What he was doing to her was confusing because the more he did the more She was in tutors wasn't too sure if this is going to be something you would enjoy or not, would happen after it to you, I go with killer or give some else. She tripped what she could and moved her head back trying so hard not to give in.

"Than take me& she said right to him
 
"Than take me”

“Oh have no fear my dear Miss Taylor I shall!”

Batard let his finger slip from Cat’s throbbing clit. Suddenly the stunning young blonde’s tight little cunt was empty. His hypnotic gaze held Cat’s soft shimmering eyes captive. Oh yes she was scared but also very aroused now as well. Batard pulled a lever and the “X” she was bound to tilted back until she was lying on her back, her little pussy opened to her captor.

“You look good enough to eat Miss Taylor.”

Batard teased the helpless young virgin.

“But first…..”

Batard let his voice trail off, and soon disappeared from Cat’s line of sight. Soon a rattling, squeaking sound caressed the girl’s senses. Lazlo was pushing a little tea cart. There was a blow of steaming water, a bar of something, and a small ornate box. Batard picked up the bar, dipped his hands in the scalding hot water as if it were nothing and lathered his hands. He then lathered the sparse golden fleece that hid Cat’s virgin treasure from his view. Wiping his hands Batard then took from that ornate box a straight razor. He touched that unyielding cold steel to that stunning young bound beauty soft supple warm skin. The razor kissed that soft supple flesh with each pass of the razor nothing was left in its wake but smooth clear skin. When he was done Cat Taylor sweet little pussy was as bare as the day she was born , not one golden hair to hide her naked perfection from his view.


“ You look delicious Miss Taylor good enough to eat.”

Lazlo laughed as he saw the confusion in the girl’s softy tear shimmering eyes. Cat confusion was soon answered as Lazlo’s thumbs spread her soft virginal folds, his head dipped and his tongue snaked from between his lips and flicked at the girl’s throbbing clit. Batard devoured that tight succulent pussy, savoring its sweetness driving Cat to the edge of the abyss that promised her sinful, forbidden pleasure.
 
The situation was beyond her grasp she was to busy feeling what he is doing. He made her feel wonderful. It scared her that she liked what he did a lot. She shivered when he put his mouth to her. It surprised her how she could feel it felt like he was an expect on sex, how old was he? It was hard to say anything so she said nothing. She looked down at her trying so hard to break free but she was in some kind trance and tried so hard to get out of it.

"What do you want from me?"
 
"What do you want from me?"

That hapless young virgin gasped as Batard kept her tittering on the edge of that abyss of unimagined pleasure.

“Everything Miss Taylor,……….your gorgeous young body,………your naive innocence………and your sweet young soul.”

Then with a casual flick of his tongue Lazlo Batard he pushed Cat over the edge and into the unimagined ecstasy of her first true orgasm. He was not satisfied to just rip one sinfully forbidden orgasm from the stunning young blonde. With an almost casual ease Batard ripped a series of cascading orgasms from the bound young beauty. Each building on the one before until Cat Taylor was engulfed in and unimagined tidal wave of pleasure. Nothing in Cat’s young sheltered life had prepared her for this.
 
She had no idea what was going to happen to her, she was terrified he could easily slit her throat or slit her wrists, strangler or hanger her had all the power here and it was scaring the shit out of her. Sh wanted her innocence, she had a feeling she knew what that meant, but her soul taking the soul from somebody was impossible, at least for as far as she knew she struggled to get free but stopped after a little while she knew for a fact that she was not going to go anywhere she was screwed and it was a good thing she really didn't have any family to miss her, a tear feel down her cheek and knew he wouldn't be moved this man was a sociopath
 
Lazlo loved the way Cat's gorgeous body tensed than arched against the wooden "X" as she came for him. The stunning young blond was panting and struggling to catch her breath, as she basked in the afterglow of the unimaginative pleasure that Batard had so easily ripped from her supple young body. Her golden blonde head lulled from side to side as if she was shaking her head No. Lazlo caught the single tear that trickled down Cat’s flawless cheek on the tip of his fingers he slipped the tip of his finger between his lips.

“So sweet Miss Taylor.”

Again his golden hazel eyes captivated Cat’s soft brown eyes. He held the girl’s gaze as he slowly began to kiss his way up her gorgeous young body. A little lover’s nip to the little hallow where Cat’s hip and thigh met, his kisses floated up the girl’s quivering abdomen, the tip of his tongue circled her naval, Slowly those sensually seductive kisses worked up the soft curves of Cat’s torso to explore the firm perfection of the young blonde’s breast. Batard’s eyes smiled up in to Cat’s, his lips closed around her pale pink nipple as he inhaled it. He rolled the taunt little rosebud nipple across the ridged roof of his mouth. Lazlo gripped that peaked little nipple between his teeth, and then inhaled deeply drawing a cool steam of air across Cat’s feverous nipple.
 
Watching him closely she closed her eyes fighting not to show signs of feeling of pleasure but her body was showing signs of being horny. She wanted to go home on one hand and wanted it on the other, it was a situation she was not prepared nor this, after a while she wanted him to touch her, to fuck her. Her heart beating quickly looking at him, her breath showing her intetrest. She had no idea how she was going to get out of this if she would get out at all. And right now she didn't care she wanted him inside her, wanted him to fuck her. In a way he was Bengal it felt really good despite that she was his prisoner.

"I want you inside me" she finally cried out.
 
Even before gasped "I want you inside me" Lazlo knew that she was his to do with as he pleased. This innocent young golden beauty could no longer deny the desires of her own treacherous young body even if she did not truly understand them. The intoxicating fragrance of her arousal was evident as he let Cat’s throbbing nipple slip from between his lips. He then turned his attention to the girl’s neglected nipple. As before he inhaled the pink little rosebud. He suckled it nibbled it and then gave it a little nip. He toyed with that delicious little bud until Cat was gasping, moaning and begging him to take her.

Lazlo Batard slowly rose, his dark commanding gaze still holding his virginal victim’s. He slowly removed his clothing. His body was well toned his muscles like bands of iron, His chest and arms bore the scares of a warrior, a century old warrior. Slowly he came to Cat and for the first time in her young life she felt naked flesh, against her own naked flesh. His body pressed down on hers, Cat could feel her firm young breasts pressed to her chest, the heat of his body on hers, his fingers tightly entwining in her soft golden hair as he pulled her mouth to his. The tip of Batard’s tongue slid across the bow of Cat’s lips, passed the even with ridge of her teeth demanding entry into her sweet innocent mouth. Lazlo let that kiss linger and deepen, until time stood still for the captive beauty. There was no yesterday, no tomorrow, just here and now and that one kiss. It was at that moment that Lazlo rolled his hips to Cat’s and the head of his cock slid into her chaste young body. He stilled letting her tight little body adjust to him, soon her seduction would begin in earnest.
 
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