4 comments/ 43943 views/ 4 favorites Claiming Her By: MissPrincessOreo ** So this has some non human factor to it, but more non-consent.. I think rape is terrible and should never happen to anyone. This is simply a fantasy. Leave comments!!** ~~~~~*****~~~~~ She had just turned 18 three months ago. She lived a simple, sheltered life in a village that lies close to a castle. Though she has tasted the cum of only a few men, her appetite for wilder and wilder sex grows and she begins to find that her village simply has too few men, and she knows she will need more... much more. In fact, she secretly wants to be taken by force... I am the Vampire Lord who resides in the castle overlooking her village. I have lived for a thousand years, spending my time enjoying the blood and lives of many men and women. Although this keeps me alive, it doesn't come close to satisfying my carnal lust. I love to fuck young women, who have just tasted the freedom of adulthood. I steal them in the night while they sleep and bring them into my chambers. I like to play with them first, in their confused state, teasing their ignorance while my pheromones slowly make them horny. I deprive them, making them beg me to lift them up and set them down slowly on my dick, watching them shake and stutter as it slides past their g-spot. Some of them cum before I even begin, but I love the ones who resist until they are so weak I break their will and have my way with them. After I had her in my castle I felt a little smug, as she was beautiful and I knew exactly what I was going to do to her. She woke up and began to struggle on the bed panicking. "Kneel, peasant", I demand. She refused and actually tried to run! Ha! Escape from me? How stupid could she be? She sees me vanish, then suddenly she feesl a harsh, painful hand clamp down on her arm. I spin her violently around, forcing her on her knees, staring at her with a firey gaze. "You WILL kneel when I tell you to, girl!" I let go and stand up straight, towering over her. She holds back tears and swings to punch me as hard as She can "I will not KNEEL to anyone you worthless jerk! Let me go or you will pay!" she threatens. I let the punch make contact with my waist. It does nothing but make me chuckle. I lower, slightly, back arced menacingly. I bare my teeth, growling "This is MY castle. You. Are. Powerless. Here!!!" She shifted when she punched me. Upon seeing her movement, after she punched, I clasped a hand down again, this time on her shoulder, fastening her in place. "You will learn to obey, little one. You will learn... or it is YOU who will pay!" Her eyes mee mine in a challenging glare, as if she could ever overpower me! My smile widens at the challenge. With one arm I lift her like a feather, up and over the bed, dropping her on it. She bounces once, lifting off, breasts following in dance. Her night gown flutters around her beautiful sexy body. Time seems to slow as she reachs her full height in the air. Suddenly, time begins to move again as I teleport above her, horizontal. We drop, but I drop faster. We hit the bed, and the stone underneath cracks. "SUBMIT!!!" My wings spread above us as I smell her neck veins. She calls a half smile as she says, "Make me." her eyes again challenging the clear authority I have over her whole body. This angers me. I smile, "Oh I will." I grab her neck with one hand, wrapping my fingers completely around, choking her long enough to get her horizontal. With my other hand, I rip off her night gown. "You won't enjoy this......" her legs tighten at my words and I can't help but laugh. I see her suddenly closed legs as the invitation I was waiting for. releasing my hand from her throat, I use both my hands to pry her sexy long legs open. As her pelvis is bounced upward from the motion, my face is splashed with her tasty juices. "You aren't supposed to enjoy this" I croak, using her legs to turn her completely over. I force one finger into her very tightened asshole and bury it two knuckles deep. Laughing at her struggles and cries. "QUIET, WRETCH!!", I howl, a size amassing under my cloth. I massage her tight ass in and out with my finger, not caring if it feels good. My finger explores her intimate texture. My other arm first works at swatting her struggling feet down back onto the bed, but then I settle with grabbing her long hair. Wrapping it once around my wrist, I snap it back towards me. I hear a satisfying pop in her neck and my knuckles under the sudden movement. I touch my hands together, one with one finger buried in her asshole and one gripping her hair, making her arch her back to complete the circle. Her perky nips face the ceiling, and reach up to it during each sudden movement, but then bouncing back down into a playful jiggle. With the position I have her in, she has to look straight into my eyes as I force not one, but two more fingers into her ass to keep my first one company. I dive another knuckle deep, fitting all three up to my hand in her. My thumb begins to press down hard against her clit, not massaging, but digging. As it does, I begin to hook my three fingers in her ass to try and break through to your pussy, flicking them again and again. "This is for MY amusement, not your own!" I snicker, pausing with my fingers a brief moment to lean down to her upside down face. I lick away her tears with my long, forked tongue. I move down to her left ear, drawing a tiny drop of blood with a bite. I whisper, "I will kill you if you cum before I do", and then I stick my tongue in her ear, tasting the fear my words inflicted. And then I continue, harder then before, snarling... laughing... She closes her eyes tightly and her scream increases as I shove myself deeper in her. "Why??!!" She demands as her eyes close tighter. She feels me by her ears and shudders at my touch I can feel her climax slowly building. From behind, I withdraw my finger's claim from within her delicate, juicy holes. But before she can breathe a sigh of relief or take a breath of fresh air, I pull off my pants just enough to erect my vampire monument, which springs up toward freedom, slapping her ass. With my hands, I aim my fleshy sword at her dripping pink opening, and yank on her hair, thrusting it deep inside her. I feel her squeeze in protest as I push past her throbbing g-spot. I snarl. Baring long fangs I close my mouth around her neck, retracting my fangs at the last second, putting teeth marks in her neck, but not breaking the skin. I withdraw my penis from her dripping flower, letting her juices evacuate, dripping down her legs. Again she feels my hot breath in her ear. "Can you last?" I force my cock in between her legs, not penetrating, but closing her legs together, like one would in giving a boobjob, and I run it past her vagina. Looking down, she sees my tip appear and vanish between her legs as I move back and forth. The top of my cock slowly spreading her quivering pussy lips. "Can you last?" I hiss, pulling back enough to position it at the face of her tight pink starfruit... Then I thrust my cock into her ass, my balls slapping repeatedly against her battered tired pussy... Her ass squeezes, and first a small bead of cum drips down my shaft inside her, and then she cries out, and she feels a rush of hot liquid burst deep inside of her, splashing against her textures. I breath out heavy... "You... you... are free." I pull out, my cock slips out smoothly, lubricated by her pussy juice and my cum... My hot seed runs down her legs... I loosen my grip. **Let Me Know How You Like It. I Love Constructive Critisism(: Claiming Her Aiden had been downing excellent whiskey tonight. It wasn't frequently that he had a drink but when he did, he only had the finest of liquors. Resting on the couch, Millie watched him over the top of her book. Everything about him looked masculine tonight. She watched how his throat flexed each time he took a sip from his glass. Wondered how it would taste on his lips. Millie never drank anything containing alcohol but right now it seemed like the best choice of taste. Aiden could feel Millie's gaze on him. He wondered what her thoughts were. It was clear she couldn't concentrate on the novel. Her eyes flickered from her book and back to him quickly whenever she tried to continue her reading. He couldn't deny that he enjoyed her attention. "Enjoying your book?" She flushed, her cheeks reminding of strawberry ice-cream. "Yes." She sank further back on the sofa, digging herself in and hiding behind the pages. She was so meek it amused him. Basking on the rich flavors of his drink, he studied her. His fingers turned white at the hard grip he had on his glass. With her knees bent up he could see everything. She had tried to cover herself with the hem of her dress when she pulled her knees up but he could still see she kept herself neatly trimmed and left a small trail that teased him. He could see her little clit and the form of her lips. She was so tight you could see it. His cock grew hard in his pants. He wanted her and it was wrong. Millie jumped at the sound of glass shattering! Aiden's hand was bleeding and small shards prickled her feet. She leaned to help his wound asking what happened. But he didn't answer her. He simply rose, cursing under his breath. "Let me help you." "Just clean the damn shards!" The harsh blow of the door made Millie flinch. She'd never seen Uncle Aiden so upset and he'd never yelled at her as he did. He would always smile and be kind to her. Ask how her day was, if she was doing okay. Uncle Aiden was a complete gentleman. She didn't understand what could have made him so upset. Perhaps he was thinking about someone who'd crossed him and took the anger out on her. Yes, that must be the case. He was more than likely overwhelmed with how life was treating him right now. He'd never married and had no children that he knew of. Now, he'd been taking care of Millie because she'd still needed a guardian when her parents died a few months ago even though her eighteenth birthday was two moths after their death. He never said he minded. In fact, he was more than pleased he'd be her guardian. She had the choice to go with her uncle but he lived in another state and Millie liked her friends here. Picking up the last glass shards, Millie went to the kitchen and got a wet cloth to clean the spill of Aiden's drink. She wondered if perhaps he'd changed his mind about her and if she should suggest moving with Gruncle Joe so he'd be happier. She liked Uncle Aiden... Perhaps a bit too much but she never thought wrong of it as long as she only admired his handsome features. All her friends found him very handsome already so it was only natural that she did too. Although, as Millie stood in front of his door to check how his hand was, she remembered her thoughts when she was on the couch with him. She wanted to taste the liquor on his lips. She'd never had such a filthy thought before. What was wrong with her? Having a crush on him and admiring him was okay but this was crossing the line. Startled, she wondered if he'd noticed her thoughts on the couch. Perhaps that's why he was upset. Perhaps her friend from school had blabbed and said she'd said she thought her uncle was hot too. Oh, Uncle Aiden must know! Tears filled her eyes as shame filled her body. That night, Aiden dozed fitfully in his bed. Then he was awake. The faint click of his door opening alert him. In the dark he could see a woman pressed against it. He could not see her face but he knew it was Millie. He wondered why she was here. Had she heard something in her room and came for his protecting arms? Perhaps she couldn't sleep? But Millie always knocked before going into his bedroom. Always waited for him to be decent. Tonight he was not. He was naked under the covers. His cock twitched slightly as thoughts of her in his bed began to consume him. He tensed at the thought of it growing until it built a deliciously naughty tent he knew she'd be able to see. No. God, no. Millie was his niece, she couldn't see him like that. He shouldn't want her to see him like that. Fuck, what was wrong with him? She stayed in that spot, unmoving, for a long time, until he was tempted to tell her to get on with whatever the hell it was she wanted or leave him to his tossing and turning. Abruptly, she moved, coming toward the bed in quick, determined strides, her feet silent on the cool floor. He watched her from the corner of his eyes until she was too close and crouched on his bed. Feigning sleep, he waiting for her next step of action. His cock was now straight up, pushing against the thinness of the sheets. He wanted to stroke it. He wanted to pull her atop him and show her what happened to curious girls that snuck into he uncle's room in the dead of the night. She touched him, placing a hand over his arm, her finger tips were icy. A thrill ran through him as he imagined her tentative touch on his cock. He tried to calm his breathing. Tried to calm his cock. His thoughts. Her caress travelled down his arm, to his hand, barely touching him. She traced his cuts. She was such a sweet girl. He'd hated himself for yelling at her as he had. It was her fault, she'd tried covering herself. But he hated himself more. On the side away from her he gripped the counterpane. He couldn't get her tight little pussy out of his mind. He'd wanted to see it filled with his fingers, his cock. She seemed to be examining him. Tracing each cut with her fingers. She rose from her crouch. Was she leaving? He didn't hear footsteps. What was she waiting for? Was she staring at his cock? He would not move. He wanted more of her curiosity. Her gasp filled the silence of the room. She must've caught sight of it. Would she touch him? To his marvelous surprise she did. He felt the light press of his lips on his tip. Suddenly it was too much. A violent surge of lust and anger seized him. He grabbed her night shirt and yanked her. She gasped and flailed. But he subdued her easily, rolling them so that he pinning her with his weight. She was at his mercy here, having thoroughly compromised herself. There were so many wicked things he could do to her, and she would not dare make a sound—she would be biting her lips to suppress her moans and whimpers. Only the cotton of her panties separated them. She took a deep breath to calm her fear. He pressed himself harder against her. Could feel that her panties were wet. The only thing that protected her from him shamelessly digging himself inside her. She whimpered. A whimper so soft it was almost dead to his ears. He was overcome by the fact he could feel her entrance was so very small. He'd have to work to be inside her. Press hard into her. "Uncle Aiden! Wake up!" He could hear the fear in her voice. The nervousness in it's tremble. She was so naïve to believe he was doing this in his sleep. He sank his teeth into her shoulder as he pulled down her panties. Millie would be his. Yes, he could already feel her little hole over his cock. "Uncle Aiden! Stop it! Please!" Fuck! Fucking damn her! His senses came back to him and he'd realized in the position he'd placed both of them in. Abruptly he got off of her. Yanking her night shirt to cover her and give her some sense of modesty. His hard cock bounced as he paced the bed in front of her. Her panties still in his hand. "What the fuck are you doing in my room! Have you any idea what could have happened should I not have woken up!" Millie tried desperately not to look at her uncle's cock as he yelled at her. His balls tightened each time. Her nipples were so perked up and her little pussy felt tight and wet. Oh, god! She was a terrible, terrible girl. Part of her had wanted him to cram her. His cock was just so big. She'd never seen a dick before. She needed to not look at his. Tears welled up again and she tried hard not to cry. She was shameful. She was a disgusting girl wanting her uncle's cock. "I'm sorry, Uncle Aiden! I really am. I came earlier but I was afraid you'd yell at me again. I wanted to check and see if your hand was okay. I never meant for any of this to happen!" Aiden wanted to ask her why she kissed him. Why she had really come to his room. He wanted to call her a wanton slut and shame her for her indiscretions. He should pull her across his lap and spank her bare bottom until his own hand felt sore. "Get out! I expected more from you, Millie." And with that, Millie ran out of Aiden's room. Rubbing his eyebrows he sighed. Thinking how he would address the matter in the morning. Would he even? It would be better to just ignore this whole night. His cock twitched as memories came back to him again and he cursed gradually under his breath as he looked down to find himself hard and naked. He'd been scolding Millie with a hard cock. Not to mention he had her panties. Fuck him!