Van Helsing's Castle 2, page 8
Her skilled hands massaged me with devotion, and I could feel her fingers sliding down, applying exquisite pressure as she dragged her fingertips to the base of my spine. She repeated this process in reverse when returning up my back, stopping at each vertebra until she reached my neck. Her thumbs worked their way into my hair, kneading it gently, massaging even my scalp. No spot on my body would escape her adoring scrutiny.
The pleasure she bestowed upon me was intense—so much that a small cry escaped my lips as I lay there beneath her tender ministrations. My skin tingled with goose bumps where her touch had been lightest, and all thoughts of anything but the present vanished from my mind. The only thing I could think about in each passing moment was what was going to happen next—and I was never disappointed as her hands moved over every inch of my back, neck, and legs.
And then I felt the softness of her oiled breasts upon my back for the first time, pressing her tits against my body. The feeling of her boobs against my back was oddly satisfying—you’ll never feel more pampered than in a moment like this when a woman is grinding her cunt and her tits against you, covered head to toe in scented oils, her only goal: your bliss. And though they were heavy, soft, and cool—all good things—there was something else about them that made my heart race faster, my cock twitch, and my balls tighten. Those cold, metallic piercings added an extra layer of teasing sensation to the intimacy of her lewd act of service.
It went on like that for a while, but the real fun began when she turned me over. She gazed into my eyes wordlessly, her face overcome with her own horniness. I watched as she licked her lips and her hanging tits descended onto my chest, and we were almost kissing just given the position. From the way she kept her lips slightly parted and she constantly wetted them with her tongue, I knew there was an open invitation to taste her again—but I refused it, only wanting to experience the euphoria of the erotic skin-to-skin contact she was doting upon me.
And then she went lower. And lower. Then, lower still, and I felt her tits engulf my manhood between their massiveness. She looked up at me as though she were about to ask for permission to do something.
“Master,” she said, her voice breathy and her eyes tinged with desire, “Please, give me the honor of your first tittyfuck at the castle.”
“I’d say you’ve earned it,” I grinned, and I put my arms behind my head to better enjoy the view. Her little bat wings fluttered happily to be given the go-ahead command, and she reached for the oil and lathered up my cock and her boobs with about three times as much lubricant as was necessary. I didn’t complain—even her cool hands felt incredible on my shaft.
And then it happened. I watched as my cock almost disappeared between her incredible mammaries and felt the softness of her tits overcoming me as they rubbed and massaged the length of my dick again and again. She moaned, and so did I. The carnality of the act enhanced the pleasure in a way that I hadn’t anticipated. The hot, naughty look on my vampiress’s subservient face somehow urged me to become even harder.
“Fuck, Sabina,” I groaned.
She stopped. “Am I displeasing you master?” she said, her voice gone suddenly very high and girly with worry.
“The opposite. Don’t stop! Keep going!”
“Yes, master!” she beamed at me. Her tits consumed my cock again, the heavenly smoothness of them gliding over me, and her hands pressed her breasts tight against me as her tongue flopped out of her mouth, overcome with her own mounting lust as she moaned like my own personal slut. She was so damned cute, and I wanted nothing more than to have her completely naked and pleasuring me for the rest of my days.
“Can you suck it?” I asked, pointing at my mouth where her fangs would be.
She frowned and shook her head. “Your cock is too fat,” she whimpered. “It won’t fit between my fangs.”
“You can’t make them retract or something?” I groaned as the pleasure built.
“I’m sorry, master,” she whined. “I thought I told you before.”
I sighed. “You did, more or less. I just...enjoy blowjobs.”
She started working even harder, her tits flapping wildly, smothering my cock. “Please master...” she whined. “Love me for my flaws.”
“It’s not a flaw,” I chuckled, closing my eyes. “It’s just a limitation—and I’m sure, in time, we’ll find more things that are special about you and make our time together even more incredible...Ohh, fuck!” I groaned suddenly as my cock started twitching, my balls burning as I shot my load onto her face. It came out in a few brief waves, but it was over fast.
She worked hard to lick up every single drop like a good vampire, but some of it dribbled down her chin. She wiped it away with her hand and smiled weakly up at me. “Thank you, master, for giving me this privilege.”
“Come here,” I said, extending my arms out for her. Her eyes widened, and she thrust her body forward and landed on top of me, in my arms. “I am sorry for bringing up the blowjob stuff,” I apologized sincerely as I stroked her cheek. “You’re amazing, even without that.”
“Thank you, master,” she sighed, though it sounded a little sad, even as she nuzzled my neck greedily.
“Don’t doubt me. That’s an order.”
She stayed quiet for a moment. “Master?”
“Yes?” I said back to her as my hands teased her wings. She moaned a bit at that.
“Do you...think you will love me? One day? Really love me?” She lifted her head up to look me in the eyes. Her eyes, black sclera and glowing red irises, might have been scary to some, but to me it just lit that fire in my heart.
“Who’s to say I don’t already?” I asked, stroking her hair. “In fact, you know I do.”
“Would you find me if I was lost?” she asked. It was an ominous question, and one that came out of nowhere. “If someone took me away?”
“Why do you ask that?”
She looked at me for a moment, then finally broke her gaze and leaned back into my neck. “Just a feeling. No reason, master.”
I took a deep breath. “If anything ever happened to you, I would flay alive every person responsible—right after I brought you home, safe and sound. No one touches you without your permission. One unwelcome finger on your shoulder is a death sentence,” I promised, kissing her forehead.
She cooed. “You know just what to say.”
I leaned to one side, exposing my neck for her. “Take a bite,” I told her. “Drink as much as you want. You earned it.”
“I’m unworthy of your blood,” she whimpered.
“Then I command you. Drink my blood until you’re satisfied.”
She whined a bit, but eventually I felt her fangs sink into my skin. She sucked my blood slowly at first, but she found her confidence soon enough. It was a lot like a sweet kiss, gentle and yearning, and I enjoyed every second of it as it lulled me to sleep. The last thing I noticed before crashing was a pair of fleshy purple tentacles lifting up the bedspread to cover the two of us as she unlatched from my neck.
“Good night, master,” I heard her soft voice say as her black hair tickled the side of my face. “I love you, too.”
Chapter nine
It Takes a Village
That afternoon, I took Tasha out for a walk to visit her sister. As soon as we were outside the castle grounds, I let her off the leash, and she charged to the end of the path to where Tali’s hut was.
The hut had certainly improved. Tali must have spent a lot of time and energy on it, because it looked far less like a hideous shack and more and more like a boxy little single-room cottage. Spatially, it was still quite small and rotund, hexagonal in its dimensions. Still, I found myself impressed at the degree of improvement. Even if it was achieved with magic, it couldn’t have been easy, recalling how it started off.
I knocked on the door, but Tasha kicked it open impatiently. Tali was there, dressed in the same tavern wench’s dress that I first met her in, but it had been adjusted for comfort. The corset portion covering her midsection had been removed completely so that now it was more of a tube top and skirt ensemble. The look suited her well.
In addition, she wore a black cloak and a witch’s hat. Her face went radiant with joy to see her sister. It was like they hadn’t spoken in weeks, but I knew for a fact that Tasha visited her twice a day. I envied that closeness to a sibling. I never knew what it was like to have a sister of my own.
Well—until lately. And it turned out far worse than I would have anticipated.
“Tali!” Tasha shouted, bounding over the magical smokeless firepit in the center of the room. She hugged the witch and licked her cheek.
Tali shuddered. “She’s more like a dog every day,” she laughed, looking at me. “But at least she’s happy.”
I smiled at her. “Did she never do this kind of thing before?”
“No, she did—but it’s way more consistent now.”
I nodded. “The castle probably brings out the monster side of her a bit more, in my experience.” I nodded at Tali’s white hair. “It changed you, too.”
Tali shrugged with a grin. “I’m not a monster girl, though. So, I have to stay out here all by my lonesome.”
Tasha and I exchanged awkward looks, both of us frowning at that. It never sat well with me that Tali had to stay here on her own, and I knew Tasha hated that detail as well. We were making the best of a bad situation.
“I’m sorry about that,” I said softly.
“I’m not complaining.” Tali beamed back at me. She gestured to the ground. We sat around the fire, its purple flames illuminating the room, soundless and emitting only a faint warmth.
I nodded at the magic flames. “If I touch it, will it burn me?” I asked.
She shook her head, smiling proudly. “No. It’s mostly illusionary. The heat you feel is a warmth charm I have centered on the firepit. Two spells!
I lolled my head off to the right as I squinted at it, trying to see past the illusion. “Very impressive.”
“Tali!” Tasha said excitedly, “I sucked his dick this morning!”
Tali cocked her eyebrow at her sister and then at me. I shrank back in my corner of the room uncomfortably. “Did you, now?” Tali murmured. “Interesting.”
“Well—it’s kind of how the castle works,” I grunted, trying to explain, but she cut me off, tossing her hair behind her shoulder and laughing.
“I’m just happy she’s happy,” she assured me with a grin. “I hope you’ve been keeping her well-exercised. She’s very energetic.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” I said, and it sounded pervier than I meant it. She gave me a narrow-eyed frown, which made me realize my error. “No—I just meant—”
“I brought my ball!” Tasha interrupted excitedly, producing the red ball from her hip satchel. Do you want to play for a while?”
Tali giggled sweetly, caressing her sister’s hair. “No, Tasha, maybe in a bit. Actually, I want to talk to Nathan first.”
Tasha pouted but nodded. “Okay. Talk fast.”
I corrected my gaze from the flames, focusing keenly on Tali’s pretty face. “What’s up?” I asked. “Is everything okay?”
She shook her head. “I’ve been trying to learn new spells and practice old ones every day since I came here. I’m very grateful for the opportunity.”
“Okay,” I answered cautiously, sensing that the benign start to this conversation was a red herring.
“But,” Tali continued, and I tightened the muscles in my back instinctively as I braced for the rest, “I feel like I’m not really contributing.”
My eyes went wide. “Contributing?” I asked. “What do you mean?”
“I have magic, Nathan. Can’t you use me somehow?” she asked pleadingly.
Tasha interjected with wide, hopeful eyes. “He can use us together! One after the other, or maybe even at the same time!”
“No, sweety,” Tali giggled, shaking her head, “I don’t mean like that. I mean use my powers. I can empower you before missions, or help you track someone, or maybe lend some strength to Vania when she’s making portals, or—”
I cut her off. “Stop there,” I said, my voice going solemn. “What do you mean by that?”
She studied my eager face and grinned. “I mean, maybe I can make the portals more powerful, more focused. Maybe they can carry more people or get you closer to a target.”
“Could you make them more frequent?” I asked.
Tali shrugged. “I don’t know if that’s something in the scope of my powers at the moment.”
I nodded. “I’m definitely intrigued. Let me know when you have an idea of when you can start making these tweaks.”
She grunted her understanding. “I’ll need some time, of course, but I’ll be sure to tell you when the day comes. I’ll consider that to be your request of me.”
The room fell quiet. I could hear the crickets chirping and wolves howling outside. “You’re all alone here,” I noted at last. “It’s possible one day Emmy will find us, or someone else may. And you’ll be here at the front gates on your own.”
She raised an eyebrow at me. “What are you getting at?” She studied me curiously.
I let out a breathy sigh. “Only that I don’t like the idea of you being alone in such an event. I think we should probably reach out to the monster girls in the Badlands to form a community near the castle gates. Then we’ll have access to them if we need them, and we can band together if we’re ever attacked. We’ll be much stronger as a unit.”
I looked over at Tasha for her reaction, but she was scratching her ear with her foot. Seemed unnecessarily inefficient.
“That’s not a bad idea,” Tali muttered with a nod and a stroke of her jawline. “They’ll probably know more about herbs and ingredients out here. I can trade spells as a service with them in exchange for knowledge and materials.”
“And you can defend each other,” I reminded her. “We can set up a proper early warning system and defend the castle—and you—much more efficiently.”
She clapped her hands happily. “That sounds like a great idea, Nathan!”
“Great idea!” echoed Tasha. “What was it again?”
“We’re going to create a castle village here,” I told her. “I’ll talk to Vania about it. We’ll see about the most efficient way to reach out to all the monster girls in the Badlands. They all passed through here at some point, so I assume she’s bonded to them in some way.”
Tali nodded. “I think this is a smart move. I’ve met a few of the monster girls myself.”
That detail surprised me, but I suppose it shouldn’t have. She was out here in the open all the time, and it made sense that she wandered a bit. “What can you tell me about them?”
“Well, I just met three. There’s a bat girl that sleeps in the big tree at the end of this road. She doesn’t hide well so she stays close to the castle for safety.”
“Why doesn’t she hide well?” I asked.
“Oh, she’s albino—totally white,” she giggled. “Doesn’t blend in very well out here.”
I nodded, poking my fingers into the purple flame out of curiosity. It didn’t burn. “And the others?”
“A catgirl—less animalistic than yours. Just ears and a tail, no paws. She’s very polite. She always bows when she stops by.”
“Sounds like the opposite of Dusky,” I chuckled. “She’ll hate her.”
“The only other one I met is a redcap. She’ll be hard to… domesticate.”
“A redcap?” I repeated, not really knowing much about the creature type. I’d heard of it but wasn’t familiar with any lore.
“About half your size. Carries a scythe. Something like a blood-crazed goblin or gnome that has to keep the cap on its head damp with blood or she’ll die.”
“Sounds intense,” I noted.
“She is intense,” Tali agreed, a weary look in her eye as she recalled her encounter with the thing. “We have a truce, though.”
“Good to know. She sounds like she might be a liability.”
Tali waved her hands in front of her. “Oh, she’s actually all right to deal with because there’s a river of blood not too far from here. She just dips her cap in it once a day and it takes the edge off—but she’s still pretty creepy.”
“A river of blood?” I grunted. I found myself awed by that grim revelation. “Whose blood?”
“Well, it’s more like a creek,” she shrugged, dodging the question.
I fished in the pack on my back and handed her some wrapped food. “I had the kitchen make you a bunch of stuff that Tasha said you liked. Are these deliveries working out for you?”
She grinned eagerly as she took the cloth-wrapped meal from me. “Oh hell yes,” she said. “But I find that it goes bad quickly, so I need to eat it within half a day or so.”
I shrugged at her, my lips frowning. “Probably because the food is magically conjured. Sorry, I don’t know how to fix that.”
“Oh, it’s fine!” she assured me. “Thank you for this, really! I always look forward to these deliveries. Usually, Tasha makes the delivery on her own, and that can go badly.”
I chuckled at that but raised my brow in concern. “How does it go badly?” I asked.
“Oh—I don’t know. Sometimes the contents are flattened or bruised by the time she gets here.”
I looked over at Tasha, waiting for an explanation.
“If you’re talking about yesterday, I fell over chasing a butterfly,” she said. “I caught it, you’ll be happy to learn.”
Sighing, I glanced back over at Tali apologetically. She was lovingly scratching her sister’s head. “I promise I’ll help out with the deliveries more often,” I murmured.
“You should, anyway,” Tali noted. “If we expand into a village, then it’ll be good for you to be seen by your denizens.”
I snorted at the term ‘denizens’. “I’m not trying to be a king,” I assured her. “I just want to make sure you’re happy and everyone is safe.”
“I know that,” Tali giggled, her voice low and soft. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”
