1 comments/ 40542 views/ 5 favorites Nocturnal Lustings Ch. 01 By: noxiousblonde Chapter 1: Lucy He comes to me in the darkness of the night. His eyes burning into my soul, reading my every thought, my every desire. He knows what I am feeling, and what I want. He knows I want him. I want his lips on mine, his fingers on my body. I want to feel his touch. My body screams for his touch. I lie in my bed waiting for him. I feel the ache start between my thighs. The aching emptiness that needs him. My breathing quickens as I trail my fingers over my body. My nipples harden as my fingers stroke them. I picture his lips on them as I caress and twist them. Its no substitute for his tongue, his teeth. I moan as I remember how they feel piercing my breast. When he drinks, I am lost. My whole being is his. I am his slave, his whore. There is nothing I wouldn't do for him. My fingers move over my stomach, tracing the firm flesh. I feel the marks his mouth has left on me. His marks of love. I trace each one, remembering how he gave them to me. How he drove me mad with longing, with desire, making me beg for each one. My body arching beneath his, my moans loud and pleading. All I want is him. I slide my hand between my thighs. I am already wet, ready for him. But he hasn't come to me. So I wait in the comforting darkness and touch myself. My fingers stroke my clit hard as I fantasize about his tongue. He was once so gentle with me. So loving. Now I just want him. I want him to dominate me. To treat me rough and like the whore he made me. To do all the things I've only read about in the books 'good girls' aren't supposed to know about. But I read them. I know about those things and long for them. I want to experience everything in them. I want him to teach me. I want to be his student. I want to learn every earthly pleasure he knows and make up new ones, with him. My fingers easily slide into my cunt as I dream about what he will do to me tonight. I writhe on my bed, fucking myself with my finger as I imagine its him fucking me. His cock pounding deep inside me. Its icy cold length penetrating me so hard and fast, making me his and his only. No-one else exists to me anymore. All the other men I have known mean nothing to me anymore. They are pale ghosts compared to him. My master. His cock is all I want and all I need. I twist my fingers inside myself as I dream about it, long for it, want nothing but it. My body is on fire as I arch and grind onto my hand. My fingers twist a nipple, tugging it hard as I slide my fingers deeper inside myself. I brush my thumb over my swollen clit, biting my lip to keep myself from screaming. I don't want to wake Mina. She'd never approve. Forbidden thoughts invade my mind as I pump my hand harder, faster inside my cunt. Mina. Her soft lips on mine. Her body under my fingers. I wonder how she would feel, how she would moan under my touch. I want him to watch as I seduce her. How I teach her all he has taught me. I want him to see us naked and writhing on my bed. Our moans of lust and passion intermingling with his as his eyes never leave our bodies. I can see her in my mind lying naked and ready for me on my bed. Her arms reaching for me. I want to fuck her. I want to make her scream with pleasure. I want her finger in my hair as I lick and suck at her clit. I want to flick my tongue over her tiny bud until it becomes swollen and engorged. I want to taste her. To plunge my tongue inside her and fuck her with it until she is hoarse from screaming my name. I want her to grind herself against my face as I fuck her with my tongue. I want to grab her arse in my hands and pull her hard against me. And he's watching. His cock is in his cold hands. Our moans making him harder as he strokes it. His fingers wrapped tight around it, pulling and tugging as his eyes are locked on our writhing bodies. He wants to join us. To fuck both of us. But he just watches, just strokes his cock. Its hard, cold length filling his hand. I know how it feels inside me, and I know Mina would want it too. So close now. I feel my body begin to shudder. The tingling moving from between my thighs and right up my body. The thought of Mina, of him...it drives me insane. I press a finger lightly against my tight little arse and rub. Blushing, I remember the first time he fucked me there. His hard cock pushing inside me, tearing me apart. I loved it. Now, I want it all the time. I want his cock in my arse. I want him to fuck me so hard and rough. I love how it feels. I love how he pushes me onto my knees and plunges it in and out of me. The pain, so good. I am his whore. I am his to use. I think of how he grabs me. His hands on my hips pulling me back onto his cock. Then he slaps me, his hand spanking my arse. He pulls back my head by my hair and licks my neck before he sinks his teeth into it. The pain, more exquisite than anything I have ever dreamed of. He drinks from me as he pumps his cock into my arse, so hard, so deep till I can think of nothing but him. I am lost in a sea of sensations every time. Pain, pleasure, ecstasy. He never stops until he feels I am about to pass out. Only then will he let me cum. Only after making me beg for the longest time. And when I do finally cum, its like nothing I have ever experienced. Sometimes I think I will lose my voice from screaming. I wonder if Mina ever hears me. I wonder if she knows what I am doing. I wonder if she lies in her bed listening to us fuck and touches herself. I hope she does. The thought of her doing that finally drives me over the edge. I plunge my finger deep in my arse as I scream and cum. My other fingers twisting in my cunt, driving harder and deeper. My clit, so hard and quivering. My whole body writhing with the pleasure I feel. I can't stop. I just keep those fingers grinding inside me until I feel I'm about to pass out. Only then do I stop and pull them out. I fall back on my bed and lick my fingers clean. I lie there, gasping for breath and waiting for him to come. For him to take me as he has every night for two weeks. I grow weaker as he feeds on me, but I cannot stop the desires of my body to have him. My mind lost to him. My will now his. My body, his. Nocturnal Lustings Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Mina Night after night I hear her. Her soft voice moaning in what I first took to be pain. I remember the first night I heard it, two weeks ago. I left my bed and ran to her door. I knocked softly, calling her name. When she didn't answer, I pushed it open and peeked inside. Lucy was naked on her bed. Her hands were moving all over her body, touching herself. I still feel the heat that turned my face so red. I knew I should have left, but something made me stay and watch. I couldn't take my eyes away from her or her fingers. She was sliding them between her spread thighs, her fingers rubbing, stoking, caressing the flesh between them. Her moans and gaspings grew louder. I was shocked, embarrassed, but also I felt something I had never felt before. I felt a warm feeling spreading between my own thighs. I wanted to slide my own hand down to find out what it was, but modesty held me back. I was a proper lady, and proper ladies didn't do things like that. Like what Lucy was doing to herself. She looked like a wanton whore, not the respectable woman she was. How could she....? Why was she....? And what was making her scream like that? Her screams were so loud it was a wonder the servants didn't come running. I thought she would kill herself the way she was thrashing around on her bed. Her whole body was shaking and quivering. I had no idea what was happening to her, but I was enthralled watching her. Whatever it was that was making her scream out with such pleasure was something I wanted too. I left her door and returned to my own bedroom. I was confused and yet I felt something new. My whole body felt like it was on fire. I wanted to feel, to experience what she had. I wanted to know what had caused such a reaction from her. I lay back under my covers and slowly moved my hands down over my nightclothes. I was shocked to find my nipples standing up hard and pressing against my nightdress. I remember how I moaned when my fingers stroked them. My whole body arched up. I felt the fire spread through my entire body. It seemed to centre between my legs. Every time I squeezed a nipple, I felt the wet warmness spreading there, between my thighs. It was so different from the way I felt when Jonathon kissed me. His kisses were so unsure, so timid. I felt a brief rush of something, but it was nothing compared to this. His hands always stayed on mine. He was a perfect gentleman. But I wanted more. I wanted to feel what Lucy felt. I wanted to be the whore moaning and begging. I wanted lust and passion, not chaste kisses and poems of love. Could my Jonathon give me that? I was unsure, but I doubted it. My fingers strayed lower. My pantaloons were wet. I pulled my fingers back and looked at them. They glistened in the candlelight. I touched them, smelt them, then timidly licked my tongue slowly over them. It was good. I wanted more. I slid my hand down again, this time inside my pantaloons. Shyly, I ran my fingers through the soft brown curls that covered my modesty. They were so soft, so damp. I just lay combing my fingers through them. I felt a faint tug between my thighs, and curious to know what it was, I moved my hand lower. I soon found what it was. A little hard piece of flesh. When my finger brushed over it, I thought I would die. I'd never felt anything like it. I couldn't stop myself. I rubbed it with my finger. Such sensations of pleasure ripped through my entire body. I bit my pillow so no-one would hear me. I couldn't stop touching it, stroking it. I just wanted more. More pleasure, more exquisite sensations. Was this what Lucy felt? Was this why she screamed? My finger slipped lower and was engulfed by the wetness I'd felt. I knew what it was and where it was coming from. I wasn't entirely unknowledgeable about these things. I'd peeked inside Lucy's books, the ones she hid from her mother. I had seen the pictures inside them. The couples contorted in all kinds of ways, the shocking ways the male figure was taking the female one. I am embarrassed to admit it, but I find them intriguing and long to know how it would feel if Jonathon would take me like that. Not the kind of thing a well brought up lady would think about. But I would. I would look at the pictures and then close my eyes and imagine Jonathon and I doing everything like I saw in those books. I wonder if he knows what I am thinking about when he kisses me. That I want him to touch me like I have seen in the books. That I want him to do those things to me. Would he be shocked that his oh so proper Mina wants to be treated in such a way? Could he ever see me in that way? Or would chaste kisses and gentleness be all I would ever get from Jonathon Harker? I would watch Lucy every night after that first one. I would feast my eyes on her body and what she did to it imagining I was there with her. Imagining she was doing that to my body too. She wasn't always alone. The first night I saw him, my heart froze mid-beat. He was everything a man should be. His body was perfect and his hands looked strong as they roamed over Lucy's body. I watched as his mouth trailed after them. I was sure he heard my gasp when his mouth wrapped around one of Lucy's nipples. I couldn't help myself. I was tranfixed by them. I could only watch as he slowly licked, sucked, and kissed his way all over her body. The way she was moaning made me jealous. I longed to feel what she was feeling. I ached to be her. I couldn't stop myself. My hands almost had a will of their own as they plunged down into my pantaloons and started stroking between my thighs. I was so wet that my fingers slipped and slid all over myself. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming and alerting them to my presence. When he grabbed her ankles and held up her legs so he could bury his head between her thighs, I almost died. The way her body arched up, the way she screamed with delight made me so incredibly jealous. All I could hear was him sucking and licking at her and the moans she made when he did. I'd never seen anything like it. Not even in Lucy's books. I wanted to be her right then. I wanted him to do to me what he was doing to her. I could feel myself breathing faster as my fingers stroked harder. My eyes were locked on them. He knew I was there. His eyes locked with mine as he raised his head from between her legs and moved his body up hers. My breath caught in my throat as I saw him. Saw his manhood so hard and erect, standing up against his belly. I remember the way he smiled and the way Lucy gasped as he plunged it into her. I watched them for what seemed like hours. She writhed like a common whore beneath him, begging for more and he gave it to her. He held her arms down above her head and thrust himself into her harder and harder until he reached his climax. He kissed her neck and she screamed in pleasure as he did. Barely able to walk, I made my way back to my bed and lay there lost in thoughts of him and what I wanted him to do to me. I wanted him to use me, to pleasure me like he had Lucy. His eyes were burned into my soul. I felt him with me even though he wasn't. When I touched myself, I felt his hands, his fingers. And when I reached my climax, it was his face I saw above mine, his eyes I saw burning into mine. But I was always alone. I dream about him every night. Its his lips I feel on mine when Jonathon kisses me. Its him I want. Lucy grows weaker before my eyes. Its like he is draining the strength from her, but I know she'd never stop him. I know I wouldn't. She doesn't know I watch them in the darkness, and she definately doesn't know my secret desires. That I want him and that I dream about her as well. Her body moaning under mine as I do the things I have seen him doing. I want to be the one making Lucy scream, making her body writhe with passion as my face is the one between her thighs. Making her act like my wanton whore. All the while, I am his. I know my Jonathon will never be the one to make me feel this way, and I am sorry for my adultery to my betrothed, but my flesh is weak and every fibre of my being screams for him. Screams for the one with the dark hypnotic eyes. Nocturnal Lustings Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Jonathon Everything seems different now. Even Mina doesn't seem the same to me anymore. I still love her deeply, but my experiences have changed me, and I don't know if its fair to her to carry on with our marriage. The time I spent at the castle of Count Dracula haunts my nightmares still. The shadows and whisperings in the darkness that followed my every movement there. The Count himself. I feel them with me now even though I am home with my Mina. My Mina. How can I ever tell her what I have seen, what I have been through? She'd never understand. Her delicate nature and sensibilities would be shocked. She'd never forgive me for my actions. For what I had to do to escape the castle and the Count. For my betrayal of her and my oath to her. The soft voices, calling me to them with their siren song. I was helpless to do anything but obey. I lay on that bed and waited. They came to me. Their limbs entwining around mine, mouths moving over my skin as they tore my shirt open. Doing things I'd only heard about from friends who frequented the whorehouses around town. I was theirs to use as they wanted. I was helplessly lost in the a whole new world of sensations. A world I had never before experienced. A world I wanted more of. Tongues grazed across my skin, against other tongues as they playfully licked and kissed all over my chest. I'd never before felt or seen anything like it. Two of them started caressing each other, as the third licked my throat. I remember her husky voice in my ear telling me to relax and enjoy it. My whole body felt like it was on fire. I was awash with desires I had never known before, desires I was loving. I managed to sit myself up enough to watch the two women as they kissed. Their hands stroked over each other's full breasts, caressing them as tongues entwined and moans grew louder. I felt as though my eyes would pop right out of my head. I'd never seen two women... I was spellbound by the vision of them and the voice whispering in my ear. I was helpless to do anything. My hands felt like they were tied down. My whole body was on fire, the heat rushing through every vein. My eyes, locked on the writhing women in front of me, my body belonged to the one licking my ear. I would have done anything at the moment for her to just touch me. I gasped as her teeth nipped gently at my earlobe. They were so sharp and the pain was welcome. Her hands finally stroked over my chest. My body arched up under her caressing fingers. Before I knew what was happening, she was straddling my hips, her body grinding against mine. I remember the feeling of her tongue as it dragged from my ear down my neck. She licked the pulse that was pounding just under the skin of my throat. Her teeth tickled as she also dragged them over it. It seemed to excite her more. Her body writhed against mine, harder, her movements faster. I finally gained control of my limbs. My hands shyly touched her back, resting there. I was unsure of what to do. Her skin felt so cold to my touch. She was so different from the warmth of Mina, my Mina. For a second, my heart felt heavy as I thought about my Mina and of my betrayal of her. But it was a fleeting thought. Soon my mind was only on the woman licking my neck, and the two licking at each other. I let all my inhibitions and thoughts of anything else go. All I wanted was to lose myself in what they would show me. I wanted to know everything, experience everything. I was theirs to use and abuse. I was completely under their spell. The tongue moved down my chest. Her teeth grazing slowly over one of my nipples. I arched my hips up, grinding myself hard against her. She seemed to like that. I heard her moaning as she roughly bit me. I felt her teeth sinking deep into my flesh. The pain...so exquisite...I wanted more, I begged for more, and she gave it to me. Her teeth dug deeper into my flesh. I could hear her sucking. I had the briefest thought that she was drinking my blood, but I knew it wasn't something women did. It was a fairytale from the darker times told to scare children into being good for their parents. Bloodsucking vampires existed only in their nightmares. The other two soon lost interest in what they were doing and joined us. One slowly licked up my arm. Her tongue dragging over my skin, teasing it gently as her teeth also grazed my flesh. The other was ripping open my breeches, pushing the first one from my body. Soon I was completely lost in a sea of tongues, limbs and sensations. All I wanted was more. The pain. The all encompassing yet exquisite pain was bliss. I could feel their teeth sinking into my flesh. One at my neck, biting me, sucking the blood from my veins as another bit at my wrist, her tongue swirling over my skin. But it was the one between my legs, sucking on me that I loved most. Her lips were wrapped around me. Her mouth sucking hard on my cock before she sat up, staring straight up into my eyes. I saw her face change, her teeth growing into points, before she slipped her head back down between my thighs. I felt her mouth around me again, but this time, she bite into me. I arched up screaming in pain and pleasure. Then it stopped. He stood there watching us. Watching those women feeding on me. I didn't understand what it was he said to make them stop, but I knew he was angry with them. They scattered, shrieking with frustration at not being able to finish what they had started. I lay trying to catch my breath, trying to understand what had happened as I watched him give them an infant. Its pitiful screams for its mother soon cut off as they devoured it. I felt sick. Thats the last thing I remember before passing out. When I woke, I was back in my own room. Was it all a dream? Were the shadows of this forsaken castle playing with my mind? My body was covered with bruises and marks. I knew it had happened, but I couldn't explain it. The feeling of sickness in my stomach was joined by a secret thrill. I had enjoyed it. I wanted more. He left soon afterwards. For London I assume. But he left me as a toy for those devil's bitches. I was their plaything, and secretly, I loved it. They would use me for their pleasure, but always they would leave me lingering on the brink of death so they could play their games the next night. Some nights they wouldn't touch me at all, just made me watch as they took pleasure with each other in a tangle of naked writhing bodies and mouths. I had never seen anything like it and I doubt I ever would again. All I wanted was to be theirs. To be the object of their desires and passion. I knew they were slowly killing me, draining me of my life's blood but I didn't care. The feelings they gave me was all I wanted. Mina. Her face invaded my thoughts. My dear sweet Mina. How could she compare to this? How could she ever arouse me in this way? Was I better off here letting these demon women feed on me? Or should I return to London and to my Mina? What shred of sanity I had managed to hold on to urged me to go home to her. To leave this place of hell and go back to life as a normal man. But how could things ever compare to the heights of ecstacy and depths of depravity I had experienced here with his whores? My sanity won out and I escaped as they slept. She came to me. My sweet Mina. I tried to push everything I'd been through from my mind, but as she slept beside me at night, so peaceful and serene, it was them I saw. Them I wanted. Mina was everything I had expected and everything I had wanted before I knew better. She was sweet and innocent and pure. But I want a whore. I want a slut. I want someone I could act out all the sinful things I had seen with. How could I ever have that with my Mina? Nocturnal Lustings Ch. 04 Chapter 4 : Dracula ~ Elisabeta Ch. 1 A toy. That's all she is. That's all she ever could be. Lucy is no Elisabeta. She is but a shadow compared to my love. From the moment I saw her face, I knew Elisabeta was the one I would love until the end of time. Her dark eyes, so full of life and love. The way her soft lips parted as she moaned my name as we made love on those long dark nights. Her body melting against mine. Completing me so totally. She was the part of my soul that was missing, but now found. We would never be parted. She was meant to be mine forever. I remember the way she came to me on our wedding night, so long ago now, yet it seems but a instant ago. Her eyes, full of fear, but at the same time, longing. I remember the pureness of her gown. Her raven hair nestling against the white silk, framing her face as she looked up into my eyes with such love. I can still recall the smell of her, of her hair, as I lifted it up off her shoulders and held it to my nose, inhaling the aroma. Such long tresses. So soft to touch. I held it in my hands, still inhaling it, as I moved around behind her. I remember how she trembled as my lips brushed softly against her neck. Her soft moan as my tongue licked at her pulse. The taste of her skin, so exquisite, as my lips moved over her neck. She took my hands and entwined her fingers around mine. I could hear her breathing growing shallow as desire overtook her. She was panting, almost gasping for breath. Her hands slowly moved up over her body, guiding mine till we were both caressing her body. Such shameless wantoness from my sweet virgin bride. It excited me more. My whole being screamed for her. I had waited so long, since the moment I first saw her. Her innocence was like a beacon in the darkness, shining through her, drawing my eyes to her like a moth to a flame. I could feel my blood surge through my body. Feel the desire burn in my veins. I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted her. And she knew it. Her flirting smiles, soft whispers, taunting my desires, flaming my passions. She knew what she was doing to me, and she loved every minute of it. I loved it too. She set out to trap me, and she succeeded. Now she was mine, forever. Slowly, I turned her around to face me. She kept her face turned downward, afraid to look at me. I moved a hand up to cup her face and lifted it up so her eyes could meet mine. I close my eyes and can still see the love mixed with fear in their dark depths. I asked what she was so afraid of, and her whispered reply made me smile. She was afraid she wouldn't please me. I fell in love with her all over again. Gently, I kissed her, reassuring her that I loved her, no matter what. I could feel her body relax as it pressed against mine. Our lips found each other's and all our pent up passion exploded into that one, soft kiss. She didn't protest as my hands pulled up her gown and slipped it over her head. Her body glowed like alabaster in the candlelight. She stood proudly, daring me with her eyes to find her body displeasing. As if I could. Her body was like her face...perfect. Those small, firm breasts with nipples already hardening, begging for my lips. Her slender waist, flat stomach leading down to the soft tangle of curl nestled at the top of her thighs. She was so beautiful, she took my breath away. Without a word, she took my hand in hers and lead me to our bed. I stood and watched in silence as she sat on the edge, watching me. Slowly I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor. Her eyes grew wide as she dragged them over my chest. She stood and followed her eyes with her fingers, gently tracing each scar that marked my body. I threw back my head as those delicate fingers were followed by her soft lips. My fingers tangled in her hair, holding her face against me. I can still feel those lips moving over my chest as her fingers moved down to unlace my breeches and gently ease them down. Her small hand brushed against me and I heard her frightened gasp. I knew she would have had some marital instruction. Although what she had been told and how much she actually knew, I could only guess. I knew she was afraid, but fear was to be expected. Elisabeta was my love, my life. I would never do anything to hurt her or cause her pain. I scooped her up into my arms as if she were nothing more than a child and carried her back to our bed. Gently I lay her down on the soft coverings. She looked up at me with the fear back in her eyes. I lay beside her and took her in my arms, holding her tight as I whispered words of love, promises of the many tomorrows we would share. My lips found hers again and we kissed, slowly, deeply. I took her hands in mine and caressed her fingers as my lips moved from her mouth to her ear. Her soft gasp as I sucked her lobe told me she was mine. I don't know how long we lay like that, just kissing and caressing in the candlelight, and I didn't care then as I don't care now. All I wanted was to ease all her fears and show her how much I loved her. Her skin felt so soft under my hand as I slowly let it slide up her leg. She put hers down to stop it as it reached her inner thigh. She was so innocent and pure. I knew no-one had ever touched her in this way before, nor would again. From this moment on, she would be mine. Only mine. I continued to whisper to her, reassuring her of my love and how much I adored her, and slowly, her hand withdrew allowing mine freedom again. Her soft gasp as my fingers gently brushed over the damp patch of curls covering her cunt made the blood pump furiously through my veins. It felt like molten lava burning through my body. She was already wet to my touch. My fingers stroked over her, touching places I doubted she'd even touched. I was shocked by her reaction when my finger finally found her clit and rubbed it. Her whole body shot up against mine. Her eyes were wide with longing and she was whimpering for more. I kissed her one more time and slid down the bed till I lay between her spread thighs. She was shocked feeling my breath touching her where my fingers still stroked. I remember placing them up to her lips and telling her to trust me. She then shocked me by taking my fingers into her mouth and sucking them. Her tiny tongue flicked over them, her teeth bit into them. Gingerly, so as not to alarm her, I kissed that tiny bud I had been caressing. Her body shook and her protests stopped. I curled my tongue around it, sucking it gently, now caressing it with my mouth. My fingers moved lower, stroking over the entrance to her body, which was now so wet and ready for me. But I wanted her to beg for me. I wanted her whole body to ache for mine. I wanted it perfect. Her hips arched higher up off the bed and she was grinding herself against my face. I could hear her gasps, so loud, so wanton. Flicking my tongue against her clit again, I gently pushed one finger inside her cunt. It was so tight, gripping my finger, squeezing around it. Her gasps turned to screams as she begged for more. Her whole body was shuddering as she moved her hips against me harder. My tongue traced around her clit, licking it softly, then biting it gently as my finger pumped in and out of her cunt. Her screams grew louder, her fingers twisting in my hair as I licked, sucked and fucked her with only my tongue and that one finger. I was surprised by the violence of her orgasm. Her whole body arched up off our bed. Her screams must have been heard throughout the castle, but what did we care? Her first orgasm. All these centuries later I can still hear her screams, still feel how her cunt clenched around my finger and how she tasted. She was ready. I withdrew my finger so slowly her body shook again. My body moved up hers, covering her. I took her face gently in my hands and kissed her so deeply as I gently eased my cock into her. I could see the pain shoot across her face for an instant before it was replaced by pleasure as I slowly began pumping inside her. My body pressing against hers, my hands finding hers and holding them up over her head as our bodies moved together. Her cunt clenching so tightly around my cock as my hips thrust against hers, making short, quick thrusts, driving her crazy before changing tempo and making long, slow, deep ones. I watched her her face. Her eyes were closed, but her lips were parted to let her soft moans out. Each one of my thrusts made her face contort with passion and ecstasy before she would gasp my name. I remember everything from the moans she made to the way she felt in my arms. The way her body arched up beneath mine, thrusting back against me...I remember everything. But what I remember most clearly is the way she looked up into my eyes and whispered softly..."Fuck me please baby." Was my bride not the virgin I believed her to be, I thought to myself as I slowed my strokes. I can close my eyes and see hers full of hurt as she looked up at me, hear her soft voice asking if she had done something wrong. My heart was breaking as I looked back into her eyes. My virgin bride had been used by another before me. How could I have been fooled this way? What use was she to me now? How would it look for me to have an impure wife? She would have to be dealt with, even though the thought of living without her was killing me. Slowly, I slid from her body and lay down beside her. She pulled the covers over her body and burst into to tears. For a scheming, lying whore, she was acting the virgin bride part well. I was outraged as I stood and ripped the covers from her. I was furious with her perceived deception. The fight we had was awful now I look back on it. Thats my only regret from my time with my Beta. I grabbed her by her long raven hair, slapped her face and called her a whore. I still hear her screams of protest in my head. Then I dragged her from the bed and turned her around. After throwing her back onto the bed on her stomach, I pushed back into her again and this time, I was rougher with her. My hands pulled her head back by her hair as I muttered obscenties in her ear. I called her all the names I had used on the whores in the villages around the castle as my cock plunged into her over and over. I no longer cared about her pleasure, just my own. She wasn't what I thought she was. She was no better than all the other women I'd fucked and I treated her as such. She screamed with delight as I pounded against her, pulled her hair harder and moaned names any 'proper' lady should never hear in her ear. She shocked me by begging for more, screaming for more. I lost control and my hands were suddenly around her slender neck, squeezing as I ground my cock inside her. Her body arched back, her hands clawed at mine as her air supply was slowly shut off. The feel of her body thrashing against mine drove me crazy. Her cunt was so tight around me and I loved it. I couldn't stop myself. I drove harder and harder into her body as she tried to pull my hands from her neck, to breathe again. Then I saw it. The small patch of blood staining the pure white linen of the bed sheets. Everything suddenly stopped, except the roaring in my head. I fell from her and again, lay on the bed beside her as she gasped for breath. It took me forever to be able to bring myself to look her in the eyes. My bride was a virgin and I had made her a whore. How could she ever forgive me?