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PRIESTESS OF LUST
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Jasmine is a character I’ve created, therefore, I’d ask you respect her and not use her likeness.
WARNING: This story is an original ADULT story with sexual situations such as M/F whipping, slave training/conditioning and humiliation. If you disagree with the themes, then don’t read further.
When a horse started to neigh, eyes of a mildly tanned young woman, possibly eighteen began stirring, rousing her from slumber. Shooting to a sitting position, backing up, she frantically looked around, trying to figure out where she was, but more importantly, how she got into that situation. Trying to think back, a lot of thoughts hit her at once, coming through the cobweb infested mind hers, like a dim search lamp. Yet, no matter how hard she tried, an empty spot could only be found, having a sigh fall from Jasmine’s lips.
Sitting in that wooden cage with other young women like herself, going to who knows where, the brunette attempted to figure how she got there, searching through the muddy thoughts. Sure, memories of her life sunning her well shaped body came flowing back, giving the fairy curl haired woman hope, she even remembered coming to that realm so her rich daddy couldn’t control her anymore, a fact making a brief smile grace her face. But no answer to the question of how she got there seemed good enough, though she could guess, causing the brunette to hang her head in despair.
“All I wanted was freedom away from HIM… Freedom to pursue my dream and become a priestess of this world. But now, I might be someone’s slave, great..” she said under her breath while more despair knocked on the door of her mind. Oh, she fought it off by telling herself she would resist whoever bought her. And yet, little did she realize by trying to resist, she would be inviting pain into her life, greater than Jasmine knew.
As the slave caravan entered the gate of an old castle, shock of what went on hit all the women, including Jasmine, though she wouldn’t admit it, sending a chill up her spine. Oh, the fairly tanned young lady admitted she had a strong will, she needed it to defy her father and the demands that she marry for money, not love he tried drilling into her daily, but even she had a hard time watching women being spanked in public, raped and sold out in the courtyard, shaking her will a little.
Once the slavers stopped in front of the castle, an balding older man came out and eyed the women. As he did, the brunette young woman began feeling his gaze turn toward her, taking what little clothing off she had, giving Jasmine the creeps Thoughts of crossing her arms banged around her head, making her attempt the task, but having her hands tied made it impossible, leaving the woman open to whatever the pervert had on his mind. Watching his face, it quickly became apparent he wanted her, and she even heard the guy tell his men to keep her in that bikini, but brand her, a statement making a bit of what could be fear visit her, causing Jasmine to shake a bit.
“Brand me?” kept working around the tanned woman’s mind like a whirlwind, keeping her on edge as two men approached. Oh, Jasmine did her best to fight them, even kicking one, giving him a bloody nose, but the other got behind her, knocking her out with a quick motion to the neck. As she went done, falling into darkness, she swore she heard, “This wench will be tough to train for our client, boss!” After, one of the thugs picked up her limp body, putting the woman over his shoulder, carrying her inside. While doing so, ideas of what he could do to her as she was like this, began coming to the thug like wildfire, making him rub her ass, but not soon after he did, a sword was at his neck, as if his boss wanted to warn him.
In a poorly lit room, a man in tattered black robes waited by a table. “Mage, a new girl needs the mark, if you’ll be so kind.” the headman said with a twisted pleasure in his voice, motioning over to his underling. All the robed man answered with was a bow as the thug laid Jasmine’s fine body on the table, having the mage drink the brunette’s beauty in, like a elixir. To him, seeing a woman such as her wasn’t normal, making the question, “Is this girl a priestess?” come into play. Oh, he had no issue branding her with the mark of the spider, priestess or not, but something told him she wasn’t meant for a normal life again.
As the man raised his hand. aura started building around it, turning it black. Knowing the spell could used, something made the mage look at the brunette female as, “Sorry.” passed his lips in what might be regret. Waving his hand the length of Jasmine’s toned belly, an image of a spider started forming, burning into her skin and making the young woman squint her eyes in pain. While forming, various images of her having sex with faceless beings started flowing into her mind, like a stream, sending Jasmine to turn her head from side to side.
Watching the images before her, now becoming a movie, she had no idea where these were coming from, or more important, what she was seeing. To her, the acts she saw herself doing didn’t seem right, having her wonder if someone drugged her. Oh, she knew she never could do the things playing before her eyes, that much the tanned woman admitted. Yet, she couldn’t deny somewhere deep down, a part of her, likely hidden behind a blocked off section of the young brunette’s mind found the sex acts alluring, having her mind’s eye watch closer, getting Jasmine moist.
When the actors and actresses left the stage, a sharp pain, began coming over the girl, jarring her from the sandman, forcing the woman awake. As Jasmine frantically looked around, fear of the unknown came over her, making her panic. She could recall being brought there, even giving one a bloody nose, a memory she wouldn’t forget, but after that, blackness, leaving her to scratch her head. And yet, as she looked for the other women who were brought there with her, a need she couldn’t place started controlling her, sending Jasmine’s eyes downward to examine her body.
Looking at her stomach, the young woman couldn’t keep the shock from her face when her gaze found what looked like a tattoo of a Black Widow spider on her, sending the young brunette into a panic. For the life of her, Jasmine couldn’t put together how she got the mark, making the panic grow within her. Though not sure where it came from, something strange began coming over the woman, as if some force had her under a spell, and no matter what her future actions might be, it would dictate them forever, making chills climb Jasmine’s spine.
Trying to think of a way out, a lot of ideas started flowing to her like a river, giving the fairy curled brunette hope, but as soon as she felt what could be a plan forming, a darkness descended upon her, taking hope and twisting it, leaving Jasmine in sadness. As the young lady sat there, trying to fight in the mist of despair, seeping into her little by little, many things came to her, but some thoughts weren’t stronger than the images she saw while out, having an instinct begin building. Sure, the question, “What is this?” broke through the clouds of despair, banging its way around the brunette’s mind, but the images of the sex acts began overshadowing the question, driving Jasmine to grope her own breasts.
While the woman did, the black spider tattoo began getting a dark misty demonic aura around it, as if it was responding to something deep with in her. As the images continued flooding in, filling her head like a river, the acts she saw herself doing became more intense, making, “What is happening to me?” come out of Jasmine’s mouth in a half moan. To her, it felt like someone had control over her in the movie playing in the young woman’s mind, having her perform the act she saw. And yet, somewhere deep down, Jasmine knew it was her in the images, knowledge that both sent a chill up her spine and gave her a thrill at the same time.
Lost in the images racing in her mine, an instinct began growing in the corner of the young brunette’s mind, having some part of her want to pleasure herself. Oh, she knew it wasn’t her way, that much Jasmine admitted and tried fighting the need, but it seemed the more she fought the feeling, the wetter her pussy became, driving her insane. Though she didn’t know when, torn between sanity and the need slowly taking her, she noted a man viewing the exhibition she was putting on, slapping Jasmine in the face, getting her back to reality, but throwing her into a pit of shame as well.
Sitting there, looking at the man, the question, “How much did this man see?” went through the young woman’s mind, making tears form in her eyes as she hung her head. True, parts of her didn’t know where those images came from, or better yet, why they had that effect on her, but to her, being watched while in their grip left her feeling dirty, making the tanned girl want to curl up in a ball. As Jasmine sat there, the man’s face began to mold into a smile, telling her that he saw enough to get a thrill from the show, which made her sink deeper into despair. Yet, though faint, the brunette could feel something, a feeling she couldn’t explain that might be arousal from the idea of being watched, she didn’t know, all she knew was it excited a piece of her, causing a slight smile to cross Jasmine’s face.
Laying down, trying to ban the any thoughts of what made her smile, it felt like a war began raging within her, a fight she helped the thoughts that weren’t her own win, the tanned brunette started feeling the call of the dreamworld, having her eyes get heavy every minute. When sleep finally came to claim her, a dream started forming, begging for the brunette’s attention. In it, she saw herself being ravaged by someone who had a scar on his chest and a pale body, which the word vampire flashed to mind. As it continued, Jasmine saw herself ride him while moaning hard, kissing the man. There wasn’t any denying she found the scene arousing, because a moan passed the woman’s lips as she slumbered, but the dream began changing.
While waiting to see what the next stage held, many thoughts and questions started rushing her at once, but none hit her more than, “I’m a priestess in training, I can’t be thinking of sex…” Oh, before coming through to the realm, Jasmine admitted she like the attention that men gave, to a point, but she never let them take her virginity, a thought giving her relief. Yet, something Jasmine’s mind’s eye couldn’t see began wiping those thoughts away, preparing her for what was to come.
When the dream resumed, the brunette saw herself nude, in chains and being raped by what the head priestess called Lust Seekers, making the woman try to turn away. From what she was told, they were male or female demons that latch onto priestess’s souls and try to corrupt them through sex, which to her knowledge, succeeded, having a chill climb her spine while, “Is that happening to me now?” popped to the front of Jasmine’s mine, hitting all corners. To her, for all she knew, these images could be their work, trying to make her ready to be trained and sold, making the woman want to scream.
The dream ended with her in what looked to be an outdoor shower as the same male from the sequence before, but this time, a mysterious female joined and had their way with her, leaving her disgusted, but yet, she couldn’t deny the thought of sex didn’t arouse her, causing, “Is this a preview of my fate?” to come from Jasmine’s mouth as she slept. Though she saw herself seemingly enjoy what had been done to her, the thoughts of which made chills go through the young brunette, pieces of what the head priestess taught her and told her about sex could still be heard echoing in Jasmine’s mind, taring her apart. She knew what she wanted in life, especially since leaving her father’s control, but now, the ideas of sex started to call into question what she wanted. And yet, there were parts of the young woman asking, “Where were these coming from? “ leading her to more questions, questions that had no end.
After waking, something she couldn’t quite explain caught her attention, having her glance down at her stomach and the Black Widow tattoo the slave dealers marked her with. While Jasmine looked, seeing it’s deep black mist, a feeling that could be shock came over her, making the woman gasp. Trying to remember the texts the temple library had, images of the Lust Demons gaving marks like these came to her, making, “Are these people the demons in disguise, or are they in league with them?” to escape her mouth in a mumble while trying to make a connection. At this point, Jasmine admitted that anything could be possible, but, “What now?” came into her head.
While trying to figure out a way to fight the slavers, human or not, a task hard to plan for given her limited training in the matter, keys in a door lock, opening it could be heard, sending her gaze towards the door. Looking at the man who’s nose she kicked, breaking it, the young brunette could tell unsavory thoughts were swirling around his head, having “What is he planning?” come to the tanned woman, making her try to ready herself for whatever he might do. And yet, “If this guy’s one of the demons from the texts, I have little options open.” fell from Jasmine’s lips silently, inviting a little fear into her heart.
Seeing the woman who scarred him, leaving him with a bloody nose have what could be fear of what he could do to her excited him, letting a smirk to cross the man’s face. In his mind, she should pay, a thought fueling ideas of raping her, of testing out the demonic brand, but knowing what his boss would do to him, quickly wiped the idea away, having him just chain Jasmine and drag her to the bidding area, something he did with a smile. While escorting her, he felt her fall behind, tugging on the chains, trying to get away, having ways he could get away with beating her then say she tried escaping start flooding to the man, making him put his free hand on his dagger, ready to unsheathe it.
Perhaps she could sense his anger at her attempts at stalling, because she heard, “STOP!” in her ear, freezing anymore ploys. As she emerged outside and had her wrists tied above her in full view of a crowd, some of who might have plans of getting her pregnant several times then dumping her, a thought making her ill with disgust, but, “If I have the demon’s mark, it’s my fate if who buys me wishes, echoed through the tanned woman’s head, dragging her down. Sure, she admitted that she could try fighting the tattoo’s influence, something strengthening her resolve a bit, but for some reason, as soon as that though rushed in, the images from her dream began hitting her, catching Jasmine’s eye, draining her resolve.
Looking left and right, she found the women who were captured with her strung up, being bid upon, some even sent to be with their new owners, a sight dragging the brunette’s hope of being a priestess through the mud, having what maybe a little acceptance start creeping in, though she wouldn’t admit it, at least not yet. Noting there were a few women left before the dealers came to her only weakened her, slinging more mud on the once strong willed woman. Silently praying to the dragon of the sea, hoping it might hear and grant her protection, or better yet, come save her, but as she said the chant, Jasmine began feeling the blackness of the demon’s tattoo creep up on her, choking the girl, forcing her to cease.
Scanning the crowd, seeing them drooling over her thin beautiful body, drinking it in like wine didn’t sit well with her, having a sigh of what might be disgust pass Jasmine’s lips. Still, while she let that sigh out, the images of sex from the dream kept playing, as if the tattoo wanted to ensure its control over her, making the brunette bite her lip while a weak moan dropped from them. Viewing the images for a time, the tanned woman felt an emotion that maybe lust, an emotion that she wasn’t use too, and admitted, made her feel dirty getting stronger with every act she witnessed. And yet, while they played, a river of desire began rushing through her body, reaching every part of the young lady, exposing even more pleasure to her, making Jasmine a bit moist.
In the crowd, both men and women started bidding on the sexy priestess in the triangle bikini, making them call out high numbers. Listening to the amounts being thrown out for her body, the woman didn’t bother hiding the shame. Still, even more parts of Jasmine found the bids flattering in a way, starting a tug of war, between her old wants and the desire growing within her. This throwing of gold, attempting to get Jasmine didn’t stop until a woman stood up, saying, “My lord, Jacob has authorized me to pay Seventy Billion from his treasury for the young woman.”
Of course everyone heard of Jacob, the vampire king that united the eastern kingdoms of Zurcona under one flag, having the bidding war come to a halt. Some of the people shot her a icy stare, trying to make her withdraw the bid, having one person yell, “If he wants this woman, why did he not come himself?” in a mad tone. As soon as the crowd heard that, a few started mumbling, knowing the man could be treading a path of death, a road the rest opted off of long ago.
As the woman walked to the man, everything about him shouted, “Boy!” making the woman adjust her top, wondering if she should educate this guy or draw her sword and kill him for his words, an plan getting stronger as it went around her mind. And yet, “My lord will want to see this girl and have us start training her as soon as possible.” having her take her hand away from her sword’s handle, backfisting the man for his remarks. Having a cold laugh at his expense, signaling never to talk about her lord in that manner or tone again, the woman turned and started walking to pay for the woman.
Going up to pay the head slaver, an eye fell on Jasmine, having the vampire’s servant drink her fill of the brunette’s beauty. She couldn’t deny the fact the images of her and Jacob breaking her down and rebuilding the woman brought a sense of pleasure to her face, but she needed to keep it from showing, at least until Jasmine’s in her possession, having Jacob’s servant hide the smile creeping up. There wasn’t any doubt as to how they would reform her to depend on them, thoughts making it hard not to grin. Yet, little did the vampire’s new pet know, the two would show her that she can be a priestess but be free to experience pleasure as well, making the images of what the two would do with her run free in the servant’s head.
No sooner did the gold hit the head slavers table, a crowd started forming behind the woman, making it clear of their intent. Perhaps her fighting instinct took hold or some otherworldly senses had their say, but nobody saw the woman draw her sword as she took five heads in one stroke, getting the rest to back off. Flicking the blade to get the blood off, a sadistic smile came on her face as, “Does anyone else hold little value on life like these five did?!” fell from the woman’s mouth in an angry tone while eyeing the crowd. After a thug unchained Jasmine, the servant angrily took it, tying it to her horse and rode off.
Walking to where ever the woman was taking her, every part of the young brunette told her she should escape, an ideas she wanted to get behind. Thoughts of how she’d attempt her daring run for freedom started taking form in Jasmine’s mind, having her plot, but memories of how this woman dispatched those people started flooding into the brunette’s mind, having her look at their faces as the vampire’s servant ended their lives, making any thought of escaping vanish. Jasmine admitted she didn’t want to be a concubine for a vampire, to be turned, bread or killed at his whim, but, as she thought that, pieces of the former priestess in training couldn’t get the images of sex out of her head, giving Jasmine chills of what could be pleasure, making her moist.
As day turned to night, an ancient castle came into view, another sign representing her fate, having the brunette hang her head in shame. Perhaps fear or the act would hopefully prompt the servant to kill her,whichever the case, the young lady started tugging at the bonds, resisting to go further. Yet, as she did everything she could to avoid going in, a face appeared in the woman’s mind, shocking her, driving Jasmine to her knees. Though the brunette would never admit it, to her, the face seemed to sense her emotion and turned them against her, making the tanned woman fall a few pegs, knowledge inviting a little fear in.
Looking back at the blank stare on the young brunette’s face, seeing what could be a little defeat setting in, Jacob’s servant didn’t need to guess that the man she pledged her service to used a tactic she only witnessed once before, a power which gave her a chill. Sure, she felt Jasmine tug on the leash, trying to flee, but admitted she didn’t wish to beat the vampire’s new prize and deep down, hoped Jacob knew that. After tying her horse, she took the brunette inside to let her lord view this new woman, hoping she would meet his approval. Still, pieces of her questioned if her choice not to punish Jasmine herself was the right one, causing a few chills up the servant’s spine.
Once in the throne room, a pale looking man with black hair, clad in dark red demonic looking armor sat on a throne, sipping blood wine. Laying an eye on the brunette there wasn’t any doubt in his head that viewing her pleased him, Jacob’s eyes said everything, making a grin come to his face. Drinking Jasmine’s beauty in, thoughts of sex with the woman rushed to mind like an out of control fire, almost begging the vampire to mate her right there, but he needed to bend her first, having a guard to take her to the dungeon. After a guard took the young lady, “Saraphyn, I need to speak to you about your action before you entered the castle.” came from the vampire in a semi stern tone.
Just by the tone of her master’s voice, little needed to be said Jacob was less than pleased with her, prompting the woman to a knee, hoping he’d grant her a swift end. Though only seeing his wrath once before against the former king of this land, the memory of the vampire’s rage still had a way of making chills climb her, having Saraphyn praying. To her, he had every right to kill her, because she did little when Jasmine tried to run, causing, “My lord, I know you’re displeased and I offer my life to atone.” to leave the woman’s mouth.
Looking down at her, the vampire knew he sounded gruff with her, and yes, her lack of action needed addressing, but nothing to kill over. After a heavy sigh, “Rise, Saraphyn.” left Jacob’s mouth in a calmer tone as he helped his servant up. “Killing you, the dark elf I trust and who guards me in the daytime over a minor issue such as this, would not be wise. BUT, I saw your thoughts, you mustn’t be afraid to show force more often.” came out a bit sternly, but the man didn’t want her to be afraid of using anger, a lesson he tried teaching her many times. Though the vampire admitted he saw her at the slave auction, back fisting that human for his remark, an image making the undead man smirk on the inside, he had always tried to channel Saraphyn’s temper, something that hasn’t come easy, but it was coming.
Hearing that, an uneasy calm came over the dark elf, having, “Thank you Jacob…” come through Saraphyn’s while bowing. True, it didn’t need saying his choice in sparing her made relief come easy, having the elf woman sigh, but she knew he had a dark twisted side too, a side she witnessed when he slaughtered the former king and queen for the things they did, making the elf hope she wouldn’t feel his wraith. Saraphyn didn’t want to press her luck, her body language and the chill climbing her dictated, still, plans for the girl had to be mentioned, letting, “How do you want me to proceed with your new pet, Sire?” come out carefully.
Looking at his dark elf, it couldn’t be contained how Jacob wanted to tame Jasmine, his mind oozed with plans, but for the brunette priestess, she needed know she could have lust and her faith both. After going over various ways to show Jasmine the way to sex and still have her gods, a word stinging him, “Well, she needs to bathe, that is the first thing. If she refuses, throw her in and wash her yourself. After all, she was bought for us both.” spilled out of the vampire’s mouth, hinting with a bit of joy. He wasn’t blind, though the dark elf shared his bed often, he knew she liked women as well as men, and he wanted Saraphyn happy, which he knew sounded odd coming from his cold heart.
When his words hit the dark elf’s ears, a smile started running across her face, prompting a bow before Saraphyn excused herself to ready for her part of the brunette priestess’s training. Yes, she told him she found women and men sexually arousing on many occasions, but her master would always act like he didn’t care by changing the subject or whatever, having the dark elf feel like her wishes weren’t important. Just knowing Jacob took her wants, needs and feelings to his unbeating heart and bought the priestess for the two of them brought a warmness to her, having a smile come across Saraphyn’s face.
As she unlocked the gate to Jasmine’s cell, the things going through the elf’s head, ways to break her and make love to her couldn’t be told or described because they were to pornographic, they only served as motivation, letting her drink the brunette’s body in. While unlocking Jasmine’s bonds, the odor the woman was giving off had Saraphyn want to gag, accelerating her to get the chains off and direct her to the bath area. “She might need a few hours of cleaning before we even want to touch her.” went through her head as she held her nose, taking the tan priestess down the hall, ensuring their toy won’t run, but deep down, pieces of Saraphyn wanted her too.
A lot of things went through Jasmine’s mind, having her resist while walking. She knew what the vampire wanted her for, it oozed from his face, images that made the brunette ill, though they aroused her as well. It couldn’t be denied that fate left a foul taste with her, yet she couldn’t help the sexual thoughts roaming the priestess’s mind, confusing her. Being brought to a room with a bathtub, the brunette need to be told to strip, but she didn’t want to in front of another woman, letting, “Not unless you leave…” to bleed from her lips defiantly.
Oh, Saraphyn wasn’t born the day before, every piece of the dark elf told her if left alone, their toy might run, and she knew what her master would do if Jasmine escaped, things giving her chills. While semi forcefully untying the bikini, “Look priestess, we aren’t doing this dance, you smell like horse dung!” left her mouth madly, stripping the brunette. This could be Jasmine’s first lesson, the dark elf admitted, having her push her in and undress herself and follow suit. In the water, she noted the brunette trying to get to the other end and get out, getting Saraphyn’s temper raging a little as she caught the priestess, but as she was about to strike her, Jacob’s words rang in the elf’s ears toning it down, having the dark elf forcefully pull Jasmine’s hair as, “Look babe, I’m trying to be nice, but your defiance is making this harder than it needs to be! What my master and I will give you is more than your dragon gods, we will offer you your gods and flesh pleasures!” came out semi harsh, but had a sensual ring to it.
“Please let me go, I beg you…” fell from Jasmine’s lips as a tear started down her cheek. Being treated in this way, as property it went without saying the tanned woman felt small, her plea proved it, but what she heard the dark woman tell her made no sense. From what the temple taught, sex and faith in the deities weren’t something that went together, a belief making, “That’s not true, I can’t have both.” leave her lips in the same sobbing manner. Even if she could have both, Jasmine admitted she would never want to be a love slave to a vampire and his mistress. And yet, as the thought entered her mind, causing some will to fight Saraphyn start to take hold, she began seeing images of that vampire from before she came there, all over her, if something wanted the priestess to except her fate, a fate, letting a weak moan tumble out.
Though weak, the elf couldn’t hide the way the woman’s meek sound of what might be pleasure made her feel like doing. Saraphyn knew only too well what she’d like to do with the brunette priestess in training, ideas running through her mind only actions dare to describe, but she, for some reason wanted to reign those thoughts in, at least for now, having the elf put bath jell on Jasmine and work it in. Moving her hands over the young priestess, ensuring every part of her soft skin was covered, the dark elf knew this bath could help lead the tan woman toward the result Jacob and the dark elf want, having Saraphyn move her hands to Jasmine’s bust, working them as the jell began covering them.
Feeling her bust being worked in this way, having them kneaded shocked her, making the priestess start to thrash a bit as, “Stop, no I’m a priestess.” exited Jasmine’s mouth in a half hearted plea. Yet, she felt some force nudge at her, almost inviting waves to climb her spine, making her moan, a sound she wanted to hang her head over. Every part of Jasmine wanted answers as to why she felt off since her capture, but when the thought bounced in her head, a demonic aura began gathering around the tattoo again, calling her attention to it. It didn’t take a lot to deduce this demonic mark made her see and feel the things she did, bringing Jasmine down a bit. And yet, even though she felt so little, the brunette priestess couldn’t deny the surges Saraphyn’s actions were doing to her, making her leave on the dark elf, looking up at her.
There was no denying the fact Jasmine, the priestess in training began enjoying pleasure, having Saraphyn nudge the woman lovingly. It didn’t go without noting that she would need more guidance, lessons her and Jacob would grant her, but having the young brunette gaze into the elf’s eyes made her day, making Saraphyn dare a kiss, something Jasmine deepened. After, as the two women dressed, the dark elf saw the war raging within the tanned goddess, a fight between her faith and the pleasure on the tip of her mind, something that the elf saw before, a look telling her to watch the female closely.
Jasmine said nothing while being lead through the arches of the castle, her mind still reviewing the kiss and feelings she felt, causing the brunette to hang her head in what could only be shame. Though she could hear the head priestess in her ear, telling her what she did was wrong, other parts, perhaps pieces the tattoo left could be heard fueling her desire for lust and pleasure, two sides ripping the priestess in training apart. As she looked at the dark elf shutting her in her cage, an area not dirty, but no place she wished to stay, a lot of thoughts of escaping her captures began creeping in, laying ground work, little did Jasmine realize, that night would be the night her faith and the pleasure knocking on her door would set her free.
Saraphyn felt uneasy not chaining the girl and locking the cage door, the way she kept her gaze on the priestess while leaving said that, making, “I hope my lord knows what he’s doing.” to tumble from her lips in a mumble. Oh, it wasn’t that she didn’t trust Jacob’s judgment, she did, but the look in the brunette’s eyes worried her, letting debate start raging on asking her lover about his choice or not. As she got to his bed chamber, waiting for him to wake from the day’s slumber, thoughts on the issue at hand still crept like rats in a maze through the dark elf’s mind, Saraphyn admitted it drove her crazy. When she saw Jacob begin to stir, both an instinct and need drew her over to his bed, having her lay with him, offering access to her neck, access the vampire took.
When the vampire saw his servant draw some of her pitch black hair back, offering herself to give him blood, it went without saying Jacob bit Saraphyn’s neck and started drinking from her. He wasn’t tame by any means, that he admitted and told the elf woman long ago when they first slept together and she first felt his bite, but over the years of feeding off her, perhaps love for the dark elf made him not wanna kill her. Yet, as he felt Saraphyn’s essences flood in, quelling his hunger, it couldn’t be denied that he felt her uneasiness, making Jacob stop once he had just enough blood and ask, “What troubles you, my lover?” in a semi caring tone while healing the bite marks on her skin.
Perhaps the feeding made the dark elf not wish to answer right away, she always felt somewhat weakened for a few minutes, but no, Saraphyn struggled finding the words to express her concern, having the dark elf look at her master and bed mate. She knew that if her temper bled, fueling her words, the vampire would harm her, a fact letting the dark elf pick her words with care. Taking a breath, hoping the cap on her temper would keep it under control, “Well, I have a concern about that priestess we bought. I know you said that you want her to know she can have sex and faith, but something in her eye scared me and she may hurt you.” left Saraphyn’s lips softly as she laid with the undead man.
Her fear for his safety didn’t go unnoticed, he admitted his plan for opening Jasmine’s eyes did involve a risk, perhaps a great one, making his servant and lover’s point understandable, letting the vampire kiss her. On the other hand, when Jacob’s eyes gazed upon Jasmine, he saw something with the young woman, a war between the woman and the priestess lessons that she was taught, something he’d use to get the brunette to see the truth. As the two laid there, both couldn’t deny the fact that lust took them, causing Saraphyn to kiss the man deeply, mounting him, which Jacob returned, deepening it as he removed her breastplate, exposing her ample tits.
Feeling him do so made a weak moan drop from her mouth while a surge went through the elf’s body, getting her primed. As she felt the shower of kisses rain on her, instinct took hold of her, having the female bend down to kiss the vampire deeply, letting their tongues wrestle each other, attempting to gain the upper hand. While in this combat, Saraphyn didn’t hide her lust started to control her, even if the dark elf wanted to, the deep moans dropping from her mouth while kissing Jacob wouldn’t let her keep it to herself.
It couldn’t be denied the vampire wanted her, the way he rolled her over, pinning her to the bed and entered the dark elf proved the fact. Pushing into her, spreading her walls, his eyes never left hers, as if Jacob had her mind open, reading it like a book. While doing so, either instinct or some other force began grabbing him, compelling Jacob to trace Saraphyn’s body with a finger, an act he did with no hesitation as he got a pace going. Letting animal lust and his vampire instinct be the driving force, the man moved over the dark elf woman’s body, thrusting into her, arousing both by the minute, making their hands intertwine.
True, Saraphyn knew Jacob could be a cold blooded vampire when he needed to be, she witnessed him doing some deeds that would turn a sane person insane, she admitted that, but how he touched, roaming her body and takes time exploring it, she could never find words, sending her to kiss his ear. Having waves of passion work through her, telling her to meet his thrust with her own, drawing both to a release, every piece of the dark elf wanted to take control, guiding the woman to scratch his back, an act Saraphyn took without question, something her lover growled lovingly over. Hearing that, it couldn’t be denied he enjoyed it, making plans work in her mind, compelling the woman to get on top again, hoping to fulfill their needs. While a deep moan fell from the elf woman’s lips desire began dictating her actions, causing Saraphyn to roll the undead man over and ride him faster, making the surges draw both close to the ledge, a place they didn’t want to fall from soon.
Roaming his dark elf’s body, the vampire knew she loved him as he did her, driving Jacob mad with lust, sending him to kiss her deeply, giving a last thrust into the female, releasing them. While the surges dictated their actions, locking both up in an embrace, a deep growl left the man’s lips and filled the bedchamber, letting all know he loved her. As he laid holding Saraphyn kissing her after both came crashing down from pleasure’s peak, it didn’t escape Jacob eyes of the brunette priestess were watching them from the crack in the door, knowledge letting a smile grace his face.
Though unsure why, the dark elf looked at her lover, noticing his grin, an expression that had, “What is he thinking?” roam her head and worrying her. Oh, she knew anytime he smiled it was a sign he was about to kill or plot a dirty move to capture land, that was a given, but this seemed different, genuine, if you’d call it that, having,”Jacob, what is it?” fall from Saraphyn’s mouth cautiously, hoping she didn’t displease him. The dark elf knew she did nothing to have him mad at her, even if the woman did, he’d tell her, wouldn’t he? As this debate raged in her, Jacob’s eyes rolled to the doorway, having Saraphyn cast her gaze on it, finding Jasmine, compelling her to reach for her staff.
Before she could, “Shower my lover, I will handle this.” echoed in the elf woman’s mind, making her stop and want to question him, but she did as he suggested. Watching Saraphyn go, it couldn’t be denied that Jacob didn’t know if the plan to get the priestess in bed for them would work or fail, an unknown, inviting something that might be fear in, but the vampire knew the risks and that made his choice for him. Sometime later, the undead man felt something by his throat, making Jacob open his eyes, noting the brunette over him, peering down. “Do it if that is your wish, I’m ready to die!” bled from the man’s mouth in a forceful whispering tone as he gauged her, trying to read the young priestess.
Every piece of Jasmine screamed for her to kill him, making, “If I do, I can forgive what you and your retainer have done, and go continue my studies.” flooded from her lips as she moved the blade closer. What she said was the truth, or maybe the woman told herself that to hide her true feelings, she wasn’t sure, having her pause. Sure, parts of the brunette wanted to go back to the life of a priestess, helping where she could, praying to the dragons, she stood by that, but the other part, possibly the half the demonic tattoo unleashed told her she wanted to be touched, having a war rage within the woman. There was little doubt that the moment the vampire’s elf and her had lit a fire arousing her, Jasmine didn’t deny that. Still, “It can’t happen, priestesses can’t have lovers.” went through the woman’s mind, trying to reassure her action, but in her moment of weakness, Jacob got on top of her, taking the knife.
Looking at her body, noting how it filled out the bikini nicely, every fiber of the immortal told him to kiss her, driving him to kiss her deeply, a kiss she fought at first. While locked, a free hand came up and started stroking her tanned skin, taking in every note and curve, careful not to miss anything. After parting, his hand still worked her body as, “You know, your head priestess has told you wrong, there are those who retained their faith and had families.” emptied while he rubbed her. It was known that Jacob had zero love for the faith or the three, after all a branch killed his first wife, a priestess, but he never stopped Saraphyn from her rites and the details they entail.
Having the vampire kiss and touch her made her chilly, a fact Jasmine didn’t hide from, making the young brunette quiver. “He has to be lying! Priestesses are forbidden to fall in love and have families.” went through her mind, prompting, “That isn’t true… You’ll say anything to exploit a weakness and take me.” left the tanned young lady’s lips while looking at Jacob, gauging the man’s thoughts. Yet, she admitted that if he was lying to get her in bed, the question remained, “He has me here, what’s he waiting for?” flooded in, washing away other thoughts, having the young brunette worry. While there, though she wouldn’t really admit it, when she watched him making love to Saraphyn, images of him taking her instead began before her eyes, getting her moist, letting Jasmine bite her lip in what could be lust, leaving her yearning.
Looking into her eyes, the vampire didn’t need any of his powers to see that the priestess had passion on her mind, something driving Jacob to kiss her deeply, an act causing a moan of protest to bleed from her, but after a minute, the brunette started returning the kiss. While they kissed, the man knew he wanted to take her hard, his nature bit at his heels, ordering the act, but pieces of him wanted different, which he knew seemed out of character for him, maybe Jasmine reminded him of his dead wife, prompting Jacob to break the kiss and rain a shower of them on her neck, an act she didn’t refuse from him. Knowing the tanned priestess started to give into desire drove the vampire wild with aniamalistic needs, compelling hands under the brunette’s body to untie her bikini top, driving Jasmine up to help him with.
Though pleasure began bleeding in, a voice that could be the head priestess started in her ear, scolding the brunette for what she was doing, a scolding that both ate at the young woman and fueled this. In the beginning when the slave traders caught her, her faith and being back in the safety of the temple was all she wanted, something Jasmine admitted freely, but while watching the dark elf and this vampire have sex, not to mention now that she herself was about to have her first time, all the woman could ever hope for would be the voice to stop. Seeing and feeling Jacob’s hand go down her stomach and beyond had icy chills climb her spine, having moans fill the room, wetting Jasmine’s hunger even more. It couldn’t be denied that the fading voice of the head priestess told the young lady she might be under the undead man’s spell, a fact she admitted, but she didn’t think he wanted her mindless, driving her to shake her head attempting to cast that little voice aside.
Kissing every inch of the woman as his hand massaged her stomach, descending to her pussy, Jacob didn’t need to guess that the priestess enjoyed his assault, the pants spilling from her lips and how her head thrashed from side to side told him this. While untying the bottom, the undead man could’ve swore he heard the young lady say something to refuse his action, a denial that would’ve made his wraith fall upon her, but a smile ran across the vampire’s face, driving him to get the last piece of the garment off. After removing it, “Priestess, you’re so wet down here.” leaped from the man playfully as he looked at her before diving in, cleaning her sex with his finger and tongue. Oh, it went without saying that Jasmine must feel exposed to put it nicely, he sensed it with no words from her, knowledge having a feeling that might be sensitivity awaken within him.
Being worked by this vampire had surges shoot through the brunette’s young frame, having her grip the sheet tightly. “If this is a sin, why does it feel so good?” filled the woman’s head, going to every corner and letting her hands grip the bed sheets. Jasmine couldn’t believe the surges of pleasure radiating through her tanned body, shaking her to her core. As her undead bed mate continued working her sex, she didn’t know from where, but a voice that could be instinct began chiming in, telling the young priestess to run her fingers through the vampire’s hair, a nudge prompting a hand to his head and doing the act. As she did, more waves hit her, causing the brunette to grip Jacob’s hair tightly, pulling it as a scream of release broke free while a climax took hold, freezing everything in her, having Jasmine thrust up against the man’s mouth.
Tasting the woman’s sweet juices on his lips gave the vampire a thrill there was no doubt in it, having him lick them. Slinking up to her, looking into Jasmine’s eyes, everything told him the woman loved what he unleashed within her, knowledge letting a hand rub the woman, but to his surprise, she removed it, getting on top on him. Watching her, he could only guess her intentions, having, “What are your plans?” fall from Jacob’s lips while peering up into her eyes. True, she could still kill him, that he knew, the kiss she leaned in for and gave told a story, one pleasing him.
It wasn’t a secret that the way she got to that point didn’t agree with her, an omission the brunette stood by openly, but as she crawled on all fours to his tool, the priestess had her eyes opened for the first time since becoming a understudy, making a part of the woman believe she could enjoy sex and keep her faith. Whether instinct or her own curiosity dictated, once at the vampire’s manhood, her hand surrounded it and started stroking his cock, having it grow as she did. Even though she never did this act to anyone, something within Jasmine could be heard helping her, almost as whatever wanted her there and happy, letting, “Has the demonic tattoo been planning this outcome?” to go around the brunette’s head. It couldn’t be ruled out, she didn’t deny that fact, but as she continued working Jacob, images of the dream where she rode a faceless vampire while hanging over him came to her, flashing before the tanned woman’s eyes, making Jasmine mount him.
Seeing the goddess do that, Jacob couldn’t deny the smile that wanted to dash across his face anymore Watching the priestess lower herself, letting his meat deeper, he couldn’t deny that he and Saraphyn made a choice in having her here and showing the young lady she could have her faith and lust too, a fact making the vampire bury himself in her breasts, kissing them, causing a whimper of delight to fall from the brunette longer, having the undead man grip her ample tits. As he worked her, Jacob started to note Jasmine began rocking over him, an act getting him harder, something drawing his vampire to the surface, compelling him to lick and bite her flesh, as if some animal force took him over.
Though his bite hurt, making the brunette squint her eyes in pain and cry out, something had her in sight, lighting the fire of arousal within her, compelling the young woman to hang over the man while moans fell from her lips. Oh, jasmine couldn’t believe how the surges that were going up, down and through her sexy frame made her feel, causing the woman’s moans to fill the room as she hung over her vampire paramour, rocking like she did in the dream days earlier. Hanging over him, instinct took hold, nudging the priestess to kiss him, an act she did without hesitation, giving Jacob a deep one as she picked her pace up. Maybe too lost in her own bliss to know when, every part of Jasmine told her release would be soon, knowledge letting pleasure’s sparks shoot up her, freezing everything and making loud cries of release fall from her lips.
As if in unison, Jacob’s roars of release matched the priestess’s moans, sending him up to kiss her hard while their hands intertwined. While tasting her on his lips, time stopped, or so it seemed, letting the vampire savor this goddess, having him roam her naked body blissfully. True, he knew if she wanted, he could let her go, but by the way they just had sex, every part of her told him she didn’t wish too, making him kiss deeper. After, as Jacob drifted off, Saraphyn noted the two and smiled, cupping Jasmine’s bust, working them.
Once she felt hands on her breasts, a feeling of security took over, covering the brunette, making her look back as a smile molded to her face. Seeing Saraphyn behind her soothed her, making the tan goddess reach for the elf, her eyes full of lust. As her hand cradled the dark elf’s face, allowing the vampire’s servant to kiss the brunette’s hand, letting instinct grow within the ex priestess now lover to both an elf and vampire, instinct compelling her to kiss Saraphyn deeply, a want she fulfilled without delay. After the two parted, Jasmine needed no words, the elf’s elf’s look told all, having Jasmine get off Jacob and follow. While making her way, thoughts of the blissful passion she