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You had the special privilege granted by Mother Miranda herself to leaving the remote mountain village and obtaining supplies for her and her four lords. In return for your loyalty and sense of duty to her cause, your family was elevated in status among the villagers. Best of all, their lives were spared when you’d been given the task. Should you run… their lives were forfeit.
Throughout your years of service, your allegiance had granted you the honor of ending up on Mother Miranda’s operating table. With your very own Cadou implanted into your torso. After what felt like a grueling eternity you had survived with your mind intact, but was deemed another failure. Although you had no idea what Mother Miranda had meant by that statement, you were content with knowing that she’d let you live.
Your blood had obtained the power of slow acting healing capabilities. With just a few ounces of your blood dripping into a normal subjects open wounds, their lacerations could be healed in a matter of hours instead of days. Mother Miranda saw your blood as an asset and you regularly went down into the village selling your blood as healing tonic’s to your fellow villagers.
While your family had reaped the benefits of your continued sacrifice and service, your lineage held no trace of nobility. So that left the dilemma of which Lord would be in charge of your care… Perhaps Mother Miranda had been feeling benevolent this day because she hadn’t given you to Lady Dimitrescu. Even with your blood’s potent healing capabilities it could not cure her affliction. Mother Miranda would not have her devoted courier become a chained blood doll to Lady Dimitrescu. You’d been given to Karl Heisenberg, much to his initial annoyance. You served no purpose other than to deliver his requested materials.
In time the reclusive lord had somewhat softened up to your presence. At times you were nothing more than a soundboard for his experiments. Then you’d gone from unwilling to willing confidant in his grand scheme against Mother Miranda. Next, it was only natural for you to become his lover. Everyone now knew you belonged to Karl Heisenberg.
You bring your mind back to the present as you strip yourself of your clothing, out in the open air. You were a little ways away from the factory, but you preferred bathing out in the fresh air in the spring water. You dip your head in the water before squirting a generous amount of shampoo in your hand and running it through your scalp and hair. You rake your fingernails over your scalp and down your body, underneath your fingernails reveals a considerable amount of caked dirt. You sweat like a pig living in that blazing factory.
You continue scrubbing down your face, neck, and breasts with a wash cloth. You hear a violent splash of water that startles you, whipping in the direction you’re stunned to see Salvatore Moreau standing timidly on the banks his hands hovering dangerously close to his groin.
Involuntarily you gasp in fear seeing the grotesque lord peeping at you. You stumble backwards deeper into the water trying to hide your body from his vision. “N-No wait!” he blubbers his hands motioning frantically. You wince, seeing tent he’s pitching in his pants.
“Lord Moreau you should leave.” you stammer out, trying to keep your voice neutral.
His eyes widen, “Y-You called me L-Lord Moreau…” he takes a hesitant step into the water. “You don’t have to be afraid of me.”
A stray gear comes whizzing by with such a force that knocks Moreau face first into the water. He cries out pitifully, his arms trembling as they lift his body up. There’s an unmistakable expression of rage on his face before his eyes meet with Heisenberg’s.
“You’re a peeping tom now, huh freak!” Heisenberg snarls.
“N-No!” Moreau whines.
Heisenberg props his giant maul against a tree before he begins stalking towards you. He’s fully decked out in his heavy clothing and layers trudging through the water, his hand grabbing onto your forearm roughly. “Come on sweetheart,” Heisenberg says, giving you no room for argument.
“Karl!” you shriek.
“Mother Miranda gave her to me, or do you not know how to follow orders you scaly fuck! Maybe I should tell her what you’ve been up to.” Heisenberg grins.
Moreau cradles his head and begins shaking, “No! I’ve been good! Mother! Mother Miranda, I’ve been good!” he wails, submerging himself within the water.
You’re dripping wet and clinging to Karl, your arms wrapped around his waist, chest pressed against his own trying to hide yourself within his trench coat. He towers over your small frame, his head cocked towards the water watching Moreau’s retreating form. When he’s certain Moreau is no longer within the area he turns his bitter gaze onto you. His fingers delve into your hair gripping you by the nape of your neck, walking you backwards until your back presses uncomfortably against tree bark.
“I’m the only thing keeping you safe from a filthy, disgusting world!" he snaps.
“I know, I’m sorry!”
“This isn’t punishment. This is a lesson.” he says, his fingers diving between your legs. You squeal, your hands pushing against his shoulders, but he was immovable.
“What if he comes back?” you hiss.
“Then we’ll give my sibling a show.”
Whatever retort you had is swallowed by his lips pressing against yours roughly, his tongue delving into your mouth tasting all of you.
His lips break away from yours to pepper kisses alongside your face before sinking his teeth into your neck. You gasp, arching against him, breasts bouncing against his chest, “You already this wet sweetheart, getting off on that freak watching you?” he whispers hotly against your ear, his tongue caressing the sensitive flesh.
You whine from his taunting words and struggle against his powerful embrace. His warm breath sending tingles down your spine and straight to your core, igniting your desire for him. Your hands grip desperately at his coat, as you thrash from his teasing relentless fingers. Your face heats up at the sound of your juices squelching against his prodding fingertips. His thumb rubs gentle circles around your clit keeping you squirming against him. It’s too much and yet not enough.
“Karl…” your whispered plea.
As you move against him you feel his hardened length through his pants, grinding urgently against the inside of your thigh. He dips his head down, taking a nipple into his mouth, his tongue hot and heavy as he sucks against the hardened peak. You tremble in his arms, each suck sends molten heat straight between your thighs.
He plunges two fingers into you. You moan out his name grinding against his fingers with reckless abandon. You didn’t care if Moreau saw anymore, all you wanted was for Karl to take you here and now. But the man insisted on taking his sweet time.
He knows your body and exactly how to take you apart, his fingers searching until they find that spot that has you gushing into his hand. Your hips stuttering against his own as you choke out a sob of pleasure. You’re barely balancing on one foot, not that he’d drop something as precious as you.
“Please… Karl, please I need you!” you plead, your throat going hoarse from begging. He sucks noisily against your breast, his free hand hastily moving to undo his belt.
“Well, who am I to keep you waitin’, sweetheart.” he grunts, impatient himself.
He pulls himself free, his engorged cock weeping with pre-cum. He pulls his fingers from you, which earns him a pitiful whine. Your pussy feeling empty and clenches against nothing, wanting desperately to be filled by him.
“I won’t leave you empty long, baby.” he promises.
He wipes your fluids on his cock, slicking himself up. Pumping once, twice, before resting it against your entrance. His hands fumbling with your hips before he pulls you flush against him. Your legs wrapping around him trying to pull him into you, but his grip on you is ironclad.
“Hope that pretty little pussy is ready for me darlin’.”
He slides his cock over your soaked warm folds, back and forth, hurting to be inside of you. Achingly slow he pushes himself inside your tight, wet heat. You moan against his lips, eyes rolling back at the white hot pleasure of being stretched by his cock.
“More…!”
Karl sucks in a breath, he’d never tire of your pussy. Eagerly accepting him, pulling him in, your velvet walls caressing him as he builds up a steady rhythm. Powerful strokes has you a writhing mess, desperately hanging on, as his cock hits that spot inside you that his finger had previously.
“You gonna’ come all over my cock, princess?” he teases.
Your pussy flutters around his length each time he hits that spot inside you. You struggle to breathe as he continues whispering salacious taunts, his lips roughly sucking on the delicate flesh underneath your ear. Leaving bruising red marks in an aimless path.
The edge of his coat rubs deliciously against your clit having you squeezing him, hard. That earns you a guttural moan from your lord, that nearly sends you over the edge.
“Wanna’ feel you come on my cock, baby…. You can take it, come on…!” he groans hotly in your ear.
You didn’t have much of a choice as he began picking up the pace, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic. All you can hear is the wet sound of his hips slapping against yours. Your heart beating rapidly in your chest as your toes curl, the coil within you threatening to snap at any moment.
You’re teetering close to the edge when he abruptly stops.
“Karl!” you cry out.
Tell me you’re mine!“ he demands. ”Tell me you’re mine and I’ll let you cum, sweetheart.“
You have no shame, no hesitation, “I’m yours! Please let me cum, Karl I belong to you!”
He angles his hips hitting that spot that knocks you over the edge. Your world explodes in pleasure as he rides you through your orgasm.
“Fuck baby!” he hisses, your body spasming around him.
Bliss courses through you like lightning as you feel him release inside you in spurts, filling you up until you’re leaking with his seed.
A cocky grin on those lips greets you as you come down from your high, still catching your breath. You knew the cadou had granted him the stamina to go for several more rounds.
“That good, huh.” he states, cheekily.
He slowly pulls himself out and carefully lowers you to the ground. You stand on unsteady feet, your legs trembling you hold onto him.
“It always is.” you say, smiling against his chest.
“Don’t go tryin’ to butter me up now. I’ll build you a fucking outdoor bathtub so we don’t have that freak spyin’ on you. Put some fucking clothes on and make sure he didn’t steal any trophy’s.” Heisenberg says, returning to his normal crabby demeanor.
There’s a pleasureful ache between your thighs, but all garments are accounted for. Heisenberg picks up his maul and the two of you begin your walk back up to the factory in comfortable silence.
Unbeknownst to the pair of lovers, in the far distance Moreau whines pitifully stroking his deformed cock. His aquatic-like body secreting a slime making it easier for him to pump his cock. A broken wail tears from his throat as thick ropes of cum sprays and splashes against the river bank.