#vampiressmut

Scar pinned down Martyn, biting at his neck to make him bleed, turning him while grabbing his chin. She was utterly focused on making the blonde weak at the knees, it'd be easier that way, easier to breed out in the open.

Scar slipped off her pants, her hard cock brushing Martyn's thigh which made him shudder. He gasped as she pushed it against his hole, the precum sticking and glistening against it. Once she had turned him, Martyn felt his entire body shift, all he wanted was to bred by his elder, so he could submit to her.

It wouldn't be long till he got what he wanted, or atleast what he thought he wanted.

What, you sincerely thought Martyn was the one in control here? No no no this is allll Scar.

She lined her cock up and began to push, holding the blonde's weak legs down and keeping them spread so she could enter him. Martyn shuddered as the tip entered him and kept going until Scar was halfway in him. She smiled down and began to pull out, much to the blonde's disappointment.

"God, you really do act like a dog with how you whine" she muttered.

Scar then thrusted inwards, letting her cock slam into his prostate and making Martyn cum a little. She began doing heavy, large slams into him and letting the blonde feel her entire cock inside of him. Martyn ran his hand against his stomach, feeling the bulge moving inside of him.

Scar then decided enough was enough, she wanted to breed him and be done with it. She pressed his legs that moved like jelly back towards his head and got further on top of him, the 'breeding press' if you will.

She quickened her pace, muttering words of disgust at Martyn, degrading him down to nothing. Martyn came again, dripping onto his chin a little as he did.

Scar grunted, almost sounding feral, as she got closer to breeding the blonde's tight ass. She leaned down and grabbed Martyn's neck by her teeth, sucking at his blood, drinking him in. She slammed down a final time and let her cum soak through him, not pulling out until she was done.

She pulled out, slamming a silver plug into him to keep all of her cum inside him. Scar would be back later, for now she had to get back to the castle.

As she left she muttered in his ear he was her 'little fledgling', a shiver ran up his spine. He felt deep regret, disgust and fear as he felt his neck, he was paler, colder and felt so full yet empty at the same time.

Martyn couldn't help but begin to touch himself, he already came twice but the feeling of being used and pathetic had him on the brink again. He massaged his weakened and pathetic cock until white streaks covered the mossy floor below, he shuddered and began to sob as he did.

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Martyn sat up, walking up a hill towards the castle. He had debated whether to stagger back to the town, stumbling, weak, his legs aching and shaking as he walked up.

He reached the top and looked between the bridge and the pathway back to the town, town felt so far and felt dangerous, especially in this state. He glanced to the castle and gulped, it wouldn't be that bad..right? Martyn reached the door, slowly, and opened it to an empty hall. He continued forwards and reached the next door to the dining hall, he swung the door open and his eyes slowly looked up, scanning the room and the table. There sat Scar and Grian, smirking at him. "Came back for me did we?" Scar chuckled. Grian glanced from Scar to the blonde stood frozen at the end of the vast table, "Well, we are in a dining hall. Shall we treat you Martyn?" The two then dashed towards him and grabbed him by both his arms, spinning him round and throwing him on top of the table cloth. He was then stripped of his cum stained shirt and pants, with his legs parted for access for Scar, again. "I'm so..so tired." Martyn muttered. He shuddered as he was tied with ropes down, threading rope between the tiny gaps in the table, tying him to the bottom. Grian and Scar then turned to each other, Scar began tearing Grian's clothes off with her teeth, first his pants and then his underwear. She then grabbed his hips, quickly using his fingers to rip all the buttons off of his tunic, which fell to the floor softly. Scar then undressed, staring at Martyn, smiling. Scar wasn't really obsessed with him, but she did love a plaything. Martyn then followed Grian, as he stepped up onto the table and hovered above the blonde, turning to stare at Scar. Scar then stroked some her precum onto her cock, not that she'd need it, after all Martyn was still full of her cum. She then put on a glove to take out the plug, using her thumb to stop her seed from spilling out of him. She then replaced her thumb with her cock, pushing the tip in to keep Martyn satisfied. Martyn felt relief, relaxing as the empty void left by Scar taking the plug out was filled by her cock. God, he was so pathetic, and he knew it. Grian crouched and lowered his dripping and throbbing cunt down to Martyn's face, Scar had teased him just before the blonde arrived, so he was in a bit of a rush for some relief. Scar gave him the nod, and so he took his seat on Martyn's face. "Open wide, slut." he muttered as he sat on Martyn's mouth. Martyn obliged, he didn't even know why but it felt right, correct. An obedient dog serving his masters. Martyn stuck his tongue out to lap at Grian's clit, slipping in sometimes to make him shudder every so often. Scar then took the opportunity to, without warning, push all the way into him. Martyn groaned, well as much as he audibly could with Grian's pussy in his face. Grian began moving forwards and backwards, letting his pre-cum cover the blonde's face and chin below. Scar smiled, watching Grian enjoy the release of being eaten out, she quickened her pace to match his. She threw her head back as she did, Martyn wasn't as tight as before but still had a good firm grip on her cock. She turned her head back down to watch his stomach bulge with every inch that crept towards his prostate. Grian fell forwards slightly, his breath brushing sensitively against Martyn's erect and dripping penis. He thought about it for a second, before looking up at Scar for approval. She nodded. Martyn yelped and moaned, mouth full of cunt, as Grian's mouth enveloped his cock. The bobbing motion driving his hips to buck towards his mouth, which Scar took personal offence to and held his hips back down. "Don't fucking move. Who said you were allowed peasant?" Scar growled. Martyn struggled under Grian's pussy, who lifted up for at least 5 seconds so he could catch his breath before having Grian's rear slammed back down on his face. Scar was getting close and began to scratch and dig her fingertips into Martyn's hips down to his legs, drawing blood.