I smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, “So, what’s your name, then? Obviously I can’t call you… that, and Queen is going to get irritating eventually. And… where even are we?” I asked, looking around in confusion.

        We weren’t anywhere I’d already been, nor were we near her Throne room. All I noticed was what looked like a door nearby, and a staircase, or what looked like one. Other than that, I knew for certain we weren’t in the hallway she found me in.

        She sighed and pushed on what I thought was a door, and a blast of fresh air hit me in the face for a moment, before she pulled it shut, “A way out. Isn’t that what you were looking for?” she asked, that smug tone creeping into her voice, “As for your other question… Well, after I became a vampire, my name was Pandora. From there, among the multitude of aliases and names I’ve either had, taken, or been given, the only one I still stick with is Laetitia.”

        “Well, which would you prefer I use?” I ask as I step a little closer.

        She sighed and put a finger to her chin in thought, “I… guess you can call me… that, when we’re alone, and only then. Otherwise… How about Laetty?” she offered.

        By that point, I’d stepped as close as I could, resting my head against her bosom and taking in her scent. “Laetty,” I said softly as I tilted my head towards her, letting the name roll of my tongue.

        I stared into her eyes, the fury from earlier long since gone, replaced by something I still couldn’t quite define.

        “Your eyes are gorgeous; I think their separate colors helps add to that,” she murmurs softly, tilting her face down towards mine.

        My breathing shallowed, my heartbeat increased rapidly, and I closed my eyes for a split second, or at least, I thought they weren’t closed for more than a second.

        Shortly after, I felt her lips on mine, tender yet wanting, at least at first. Soon, however, that turned into pure, unabated hunger, like a beast who had just been given a meal after a month of starvation.

        But as soon as our lips touched, I melted into her as much as I could, and I was thankful she was still able to stand, and support me, because I could no longer support myself. I felt my legs turn to jelly, and almost fell over.

        When we broke apart, at least for a moment, I noticed I was significantly higher than I was before, before realizing she’d picked me up and was holding me, and my legs had wrapped themselves around her waist.

        “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” she murmured softly, hungrily. “Now then, the sun should be coming up, which means you could explore the surrounding area properly. Or I could take you to the room I’ve designated as yours, and had as much of your stuff brought in from your house as possible to fit.”

        I looked at her in confusion, the question of when they did that clearly written on my face as I waited for the rest, “And I could take what I’ve been wanting to since your shower.”

        I blanched, hard. Almost everything we’d discussed, everything she told me, was suddenly unnecessary information. I thought about that shower, and what I saw, and then again what I felt on the bike ride out here that first night.

        Somewhere, something took over, and put me on autopilot. I nodded, and she carried me back down the hall we came through, around a corner, some more twists and turns, and then she stopped at a door and kicked it open, “This will be your room, when you aren’t chained up in mine,” she states, extremely matter-of-factly.

        All I managed to see, before I was thrown onto the bed for the second time in a couple days, was a four-poster bed with dark purple satin coverings, matching bed spread, blankets, and curtains. The only things that didn’t match were black, fuzzy rugs that covered most of the stone floor.

        If it were any other situation, I would’ve whistled in appreciation of the grandeur. In my current predicament, however, it was all I could do to strip down to my panties before she was on top of me, pinning my hands above my head and still fully clothed.

        She began kissing me, hungrier than a few minutes ago, letting me know she was in charge, and had complete control. She grabbed at my breasts as roughly as she could, after my reaction to the riding crop earlier in the night, or was it yesterday?

        It was all I could do to stay somewhat sane, and appreciate what she was doing to me. Though, it wasn’t long before she had me moaning at the top of my lungs, the forbidden name trying to escape my lips, but somehow I managed to moan out, “Laetty!” throughout the night instead.

        Some few minutes, or maybe hours, after she started, she pulled off of me to undress herself. I sat up, propping on my elbows, to drink her in properly.

        She stood about 6’5”, maybe a little taller, and her skin was as black as night. Her eyes were like bright red rubies, and her breasts and abs… As I drank in everything about her, all it did was make me needier. Especially when my eyes finally fell on what I thought I’d seen during our little shower together; a cock as gorgeously black as the rest of her, and almost at full mast. ‘If I had to guess… I’d say it’s about 10” …’ I thought to myself as I stared at her hardening member.

        A soft chuckle brought me back to reality, and I looked up at her, “It seems someone likes what they see, don’t they?” she asked, the answer obvious.

        I merely nodded and sat up properly as she made her way to the edge of the bed, “Good girls get rewards, bad girls get punished,” she stated quietly as my hands roamed up and down her torso, feeling all the muscle her lithe body hid.

        Eventually she pulled them up to her breasts, and I immediately started playing with them, trying to imitate how rough she’d been with me. My ministrations were rewarded shortly after, hearing her deep, husky moans echo around the room, and watching her cock jump with every rush of blood as it reached full mast.

        “That’s enough,” her voice suddenly cut in as she forced my hands above my head, holding them in the air as she pushed me back down on the bed.

        ‘Pushed’ is an understatement though. She roughly picked me up and threw me onto it again, so my head was against the headboard. She climbed atop me again and trailed hungry kisses down my body, keeping my hands pinned up above my head with one hand, while using the other to torment me, and searching out all the spots that would make me bend to her will.

        Every new spot she touched, bit, or scratched; everywhere her fingers and lips went, sparks were flying, and I melted more, until I was no more than a panting, mewling, and moaning pile of flesh.

        “That’s a good girl,” I heard her whisper softly, her breath hot against my earlobe as she nibbled it, which sent more sparks flying, “Where would you like me, koneko? Here?” she asks as she brings a finger to my mouth and sits it there, waiting for my reaction.

        My mouth reacts by opening, and my tongue reaches out and swirls around the tip as I begin to eagerly suck, as if it were an actual cock. A couple minutes later, she adds a second finger, then a third sometime after that.

        Eventually, she pulls them out of my mouth and puts them against my other entrance, a smug smirk on her face as she murmurs “Or here?” before shoving the first one in after rubbing them all around, getting it nice and lubed.

        Now, I thought all of her touching was electric. Hell, the way and where she bit me made me jump off the bed and moan, but this? When she did that, I did nothing more than scream, so loud at first that she clamped a hand over my mouth as she slowly finger-fucked my hole.

        “There’s the reaction I wanted,” she murmured softly, adding the second and third fingers in the same fashion as she did when I was sucking on them, “I think you want me here, don’t you?” she asked, stopping and pulling her fingers all but out, baiting a coherent response from me.

        I stop and take some time to catch my breath and come down from the unexpected high, my panties soaking in cum and my little cocklette still hard as a rock. I look at her, searching for something in her eyes, though I’m not sure what, as I just nod my head.

        She shakes hers in response, “Use your words, Rosalyn…” she murmurs, pulling out two of her fingers entirely.

        I groan in frustration and look at the ceiling, coherency finally finding it’s way back to me, if only barely, “Please,” I mumble.

        “Please, what, Mistress?” she asks, emphasizing what she wants to hear, and how she expects me to defer to her while in this setting.

        “Please… Please shove your bitchbreaker in my hole. Please fuck me as hard as you can, for as long as you can. Please take my virginity, Mistress!” I yell, starting out softly, but getting louder with every bit of my neediness returning, knowing what it is I want from her now.

        “Very well,” she says as she shifts around, pulling my feet up onto her shoulders and putting a pillow under my back as she rips my panties off with ease, “You’ve taken a liking to this rather quickly,” she observes, “Did someone else train you?”

        I shake my head, “But I know I’ve always been rather submissive in the bedroom, provided the partner was dominant…” I murmur as I feel her head lining up with my hole.

        Before I could blink, or say anything more, her head was pressed against it, and then in with a small ‘pop’ feeling.

        My mouth opened in a wide O shape, but no sound came out, at least not right then. She slowly kept feeding her cock inside, inch by agonizing inch, second by agonizing second, stopping every now and again to be sure I was still comfortable and okay with everything.

        Sometime later, though I couldn’t tell how much time had passed as I was lost to the bliss that was a cock in my ass, I felt a new sensation; her balls against my ass.

        “How does it feel, knowing my cock is buried to the hilt inside you, and you’re now mine, eternally so?” she asks, her mouth centimeters from my ear before she bends her head down a little further, licking a spot on my neck.

        I momentarily wonder why, but just before she bites into my neck with her fangs, sucking my blood as she begins fucking me as roughly as she can.

        “Ah, fuck!” she groans above me as she pulls away from my neck, “You’re—so—fucking—tight.” She says, emphasizing each word by pounding me as hard as she can, bottoming out each time.

        It’s all I can do to keep pace; my tongue is lolling out and drool is dripping off the tip and onto my chest. Moans, mewls, and other incoherent noises are all my vocal chords seem to be able to produce and, at this point, the puddle of cum that was on my stomach has started spilling over the sides and onto the sheets.

        “Ah, fuck, fuck!” I hear her groan again as she starts speeding up her pace, going faster than I thought she possibly could, “I’m going to—You’re going to—Take—This—Fucking—Load—You—Fucking—Slut!” she commands as she emphasizes each word and phrase with a hard pound, smacking my ass as best she can before gripping both cheeks with all ten of her claws.

        Right as she does that, she bottoms out one final time as her cock tenses up for a split second, before her cum paints my insides, causing me to moan and the orgasm I’d been trying to fend off washes over me as my little cocklette somehow spurts out more into the puddle on my stomach.

        She lets my legs down and almost collapses on top of me as our orgasms wash over us. We’re both panting heavily as I feel her start to deflate a little, and though she rolls off to the side, she doesn’t make an effort to pull out all the way.

        A moment or two later, as I’m drifting off towards unconsciousness, I feel her hand tracing over where she bit me, and a soft, caring voice whispering in my ear, “Go on and sleep; I’ll wake you when it’s time,” it murmurs, “my love.” It finishes, heavily emphasizing the ‘my.’

        Though I don’t have time to think about the implications; while her cock’s still buried inside, my cum covering most of my torso as well as the sheets, and her cum slightly leaking out of my well-used hole, sleep overtakes me and I drift off into a deep, dreamless state.