Mistress Nox

The previous ordeal with the Mistress becoming human was still lingering. Ultimately, the Mistress had to return to her original body. As her memories had been scrubbed by Gabrielle, the witch had to stay close to the resort in Texas. She had ensured there was a way to return memories piece by piece to not overwhelm the blind woman. For the last couple months, the blonde was a regular visitor to the manor. This evening, the Mistress was with Joseph in front of a small fire in the library.

The past few months were,….complicated. His wife’s consciousness needing to be returned to her original body was enough of a trail, but, her memories were incomplete, and trying to help her control her natural instincts to feed, without the centuries of experience she had developed, could be tricky. To be safe, their daughter was not left alone with her mother, either he, or Nadine, Madeline’s governess, would be present. One of the more,…distressing things made necessary was that the blonde witch,…though he would like to use a more strong word to describe the immortal, had to come visit the Texas manor from time to time to restore Mistress’ memories piece by piece. Joseph arranged with Tim, head of security, that the immortal would be escorted by experienced personnel while she was at the manor, just to be safe. Now, he and his wife were enjoying some quiet time by the fireplace in the manor’s library. Joseph says, “Do you think what you can remember so far is in correct order Lanya?”

If he wanted to move away from her, her grip on his hair keeps that from happening. He grinds into his wife, hips driven into her ass cheeks, his body doing its best to surround hers as he keeps his arms wrapped around her, one hand to her breast, the other sliding down between her legs.

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The Mistress couldn’t stop herself from pulling energy from him. As she pressed her hand to the back of his neck, she siphoned energy from him before becoming hyper-focused on his hand on her breast. Her hand fell to cup his, encouraging him to continue. “Mmmn... Joseph... I love you.” she moaned.

❝ that’s my whole act. it’s just very believable bullshit talking. ❞

A small, snorted laugh...then some more earnest laughs for a second. Mari hadn't expected much, but she really hadn't expected that explanation. "That's most everybody," she responded with a smile. "Just bullshitting our way through life."

"Those are really specific numbers," Mari pointed out. She expected a generic 90/10 split or something. "Did you do the math on that or something?" She reached out and nudged Gabrielle's arm a few times, urging her with her actions. "Show your work on that one. Where'd it come from?"

Gabrielle slowly glanced over at Mari. After a beat, she stood up and moved to her bookshelf. She slid her hand over the bottom of one shelf and as she did, the books changed. The witch reached out and grabbed a slender, small, black leather book. Opening it, she crossed back to the couch and sat back down. “Here’s the math.” the vampire said, holding out the notebook. On the opened page there were a couple sets of tally marks clearly in two separate categories. There were nearly a thousand tally marks on the pages, working its way to roughly the 87 percent that Gabrielle had mentioned.

*Why are there a ton of mirrors here?"

“You never been in a mirror maze?” Mari was busy holding her hands out in front of her, watching a dozen Maris do the same thing. She just had to figure out which one was the farthest away from her. She didn’t drag Gabrielle to a carnival not to get lost in a mirror maze.

Though the fact that there was only her reflection did help orient her some.

“Sorry,” she said, realizing the problem. “Guess it kinda sucks when you’re a vampire.”

Mari followed Gabrielle to the stage and hopped up, moving where the man indicated and turning to face the audience only to stiffen.

That was more people than she expected, and she felt they were all looking at her. All of a sudden, she didn’t like this idea anymore. She didn’t like being the center of attention in a crowd. It made her uneasy.

Wait, he was talking to her. “Mari,” she supplied, talking too fast for her brain to catch up and tell her she should use a different name.

At least she couldn’t think of any harm it would do at the moment.

“Mari? Welcome, ladies.” He held up his hands to settle the crowd. “My name is the Marvelous Malcolm. And you two have the best seats in the house. But I’ll need your help. First, you, Mari.” He crossed the stage, talking to the audience as he did. “In my act, I manipulate and breathe fire. Dangerous, yeah? Well its only as dangerous as you,Mari, will let it be.” He lifted a fire extinguisher and made his way back towards her. “Think you can handle that responsibility?’

The previous ordeal with the Mistress becoming human was still lingering. Ultimately, the Mistress had to return to her original body. As her memories had been scrubbed by Gabrielle, the witch had to stay close to the resort in Texas. She had ensured there was a way to return memories piece by piece to not overwhelm the blind woman. For the last couple months, the blonde was a regular visitor to the manor. This evening, the Mistress was with Joseph in front of a small fire in the library.

The past few months were,….complicated. His wife’s consciousness needing to be returned to her original body was enough of a trail, but, her memories were incomplete, and trying to help her control her natural instincts to feed, without the centuries of experience she had developed, could be tricky. To be safe, their daughter was not left alone with her mother, either he, or Nadine, Madeline’s governess, would be present. One of the more,…distressing things made necessary was that the blonde witch,…though he would like to use a more strong word to describe the immortal, had to come visit the Texas manor from time to time to restore Mistress’ memories piece by piece. Joseph arranged with Tim, head of security, that the immortal would be escorted by experienced personnel while she was at the manor, just to be safe. Now, he and his wife were enjoying some quiet time by the fireplace in the manor’s library. Joseph says, “Do you think what you can remember so far is in correct order Lanya?”

After nearly a minute of grinding, his normal punishing thrusts begin, the slapping sounds of their bodies slamming together getting louder and louder. His toes dig into the soil to add leverage to his motion. He releases his bite, his lips moving up to where her earlobe and jaw meet, her weak spot, mouthing the area with his lips.

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The vampire groaned as he really took charge.Her hands gripped the branch in front of her tighter as she felt him pound into her core. “...mon dieu... Joseph....” she groaned. She was still feeling the effects of her time in the tree, her body feeling waves of pleasure radiating over her. When she felt him move up to her ear, the Mistress melted. Her knees buckled and a shiver ran through her body. She pressed back into him, moaning. One hand slid back up, sliding through his hair, holding him in place.

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*Why are there a ton of mirrors here?"

“You never been in a mirror maze?” Mari was busy holding her hands out in front of her, watching a dozen Maris do the same thing. She just had to figure out which one was the farthest away from her. She didn’t drag Gabrielle to a carnival not to get lost in a mirror maze.

Though the fact that there was only her reflection did help orient her some.

“Sorry,” she said, realizing the problem. “Guess it kinda sucks when you’re a vampire.”

Two volunteers at the start of the show? Mari was more used to that in the middle, but she guessed she’d have to wait and see.

Then, he seemed to notice them.

For a second, Mari was worried he recognized Gabrielle. It took Gabrielle speaking for Mari to look over and remember the appearance spells going on. She hesitated for a second, thinking.

He wouldn’t burn them in front of everyone, would he? And the crowd cheering added some peer pressure to this.

“Why not?” She stood up, stretching a bit.

Gabrielle stood as well and the man up front grinned. “Alright! Let’s give them a round of applause. Come on up here ladies.” The audience applauded and glanced over her shoulder at Mari. She lead the way up to the stage. The man gestured to his left for Gabrielle and to his right for Mari. “Welcome ladies! Let’s see, who do we have here? What’s your name. beautiful?” he asked the witch. She smiled at him, locking eyes.

“Ellie.” said the vampire.

“Ellie, Lovely name.” He said with a smile. He turned to Mari. “And your name?” He asked.

❝ that’s my whole act. it’s just very believable bullshit talking. ❞

A small, snorted laugh...then some more earnest laughs for a second. Mari hadn't expected much, but she really hadn't expected that explanation. "That's most everybody," she responded with a smile. "Just bullshitting our way through life."

The blonde gave a shrug. “After six centuries, that’s one of the best lessons I’ve learned. Bullshit your way through and 87 percent of the time it works.” Gabrielle paused. “Its the other 13 percent you have to watch out for. That can really come back to bite ya.”

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The previous ordeal with the Mistress becoming human was still lingering. Ultimately, the Mistress had to return to her original body. As her memories had been scrubbed by Gabrielle, the witch had to stay close to the resort in Texas. She had ensured there was a way to return memories piece by piece to not overwhelm the blind woman. For the last couple months, the blonde was a regular visitor to the manor. This evening, the Mistress was with Joseph in front of a small fire in the library.

The past few months were,….complicated. His wife’s consciousness needing to be returned to her original body was enough of a trail, but, her memories were incomplete, and trying to help her control her natural instincts to feed, without the centuries of experience she had developed, could be tricky. To be safe, their daughter was not left alone with her mother, either he, or Nadine, Madeline’s governess, would be present. One of the more,…distressing things made necessary was that the blonde witch,…though he would like to use a more strong word to describe the immortal, had to come visit the Texas manor from time to time to restore Mistress’ memories piece by piece. Joseph arranged with Tim, head of security, that the immortal would be escorted by experienced personnel while she was at the manor, just to be safe. Now, he and his wife were enjoying some quiet time by the fireplace in the manor’s library. Joseph says, “Do you think what you can remember so far is in correct order Lanya?”

He releases the bite, moves his mouth over to her other side, then repeats as he grinds himself deep into her, demanding she surrender to his dominance while they are having sex. He thinks, “Wish I was fluent in French so I know what she was saying, that translating book is just not handy to have around at times like this.”

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Her body buckled as his length slammed into her core Her hand fell from his head and she gripped the tree in front of them. The vampire moaned again as her knees buckled.”Joseph...” she hummed, lips curling up.

The previous ordeal with the Mistress becoming human was still lingering. Ultimately, the Mistress had to return to her original body. As her memories had been scrubbed by Gabrielle, the witch had to stay close to the resort in Texas. She had ensured there was a way to return memories piece by piece to not overwhelm the blind woman. For the last couple months, the blonde was a regular visitor to the manor. This evening, the Mistress was with Joseph in front of a small fire in the library.

The past few months were,….complicated. His wife’s consciousness needing to be returned to her original body was enough of a trail, but, her memories were incomplete, and trying to help her control her natural instincts to feed, without the centuries of experience she had developed, could be tricky. To be safe, their daughter was not left alone with her mother, either he, or Nadine, Madeline’s governess, would be present. One of the more,…distressing things made necessary was that the blonde witch,…though he would like to use a more strong word to describe the immortal, had to come visit the Texas manor from time to time to restore Mistress’ memories piece by piece. Joseph arranged with Tim, head of security, that the immortal would be escorted by experienced personnel while she was at the manor, just to be safe. Now, he and his wife were enjoying some quiet time by the fireplace in the manor’s library. Joseph says, “Do you think what you can remember so far is in correct order Lanya?”

He keeps her skin secured between his teeth, shifting his hips around, he takes hold of his shaft and guides his cock to folds, then,, without hesitation, thrusts himself deeply into her, ramming into, then through the resistance from the deepest part of her center.

A moan leaked from her as she felt his warm shaft thrust into her. Her knees buckled and a few French expletives fell from her lips. She widened her stance a bit, feeling him inside her. “Mon dieu...” muttered the Mistress. Her hips rocked and every inch of her tingled. She let out another small groan.

The previous ordeal with the Mistress becoming human was still lingering. Ultimately, the Mistress had to return to her original body. As her memories had been scrubbed by Gabrielle, the witch had to stay close to the resort in Texas. She had ensured there was a way to return memories piece by piece to not overwhelm the blind woman. For the last couple months, the blonde was a regular visitor to the manor. This evening, the Mistress was with Joseph in front of a small fire in the library.

The past few months were,….complicated. His wife’s consciousness needing to be returned to her original body was enough of a trail, but, her memories were incomplete, and trying to help her control her natural instincts to feed, without the centuries of experience she had developed, could be tricky. To be safe, their daughter was not left alone with her mother, either he, or Nadine, Madeline’s governess, would be present. One of the more,…distressing things made necessary was that the blonde witch,…though he would like to use a more strong word to describe the immortal, had to come visit the Texas manor from time to time to restore Mistress’ memories piece by piece. Joseph arranged with Tim, head of security, that the immortal would be escorted by experienced personnel while she was at the manor, just to be safe. Now, he and his wife were enjoying some quiet time by the fireplace in the manor’s library. Joseph says, “Do you think what you can remember so far is in correct order Lanya?”

As he slips behind her, he reaches out, tweaking one of her nipples. Once in the new position, he take her other hand and guides it to the limb, pressing his body to hers, member sandwiched between her ass and his stomach. He leans in, softly biting her at the junction of her neck and shoulder, holding there for her to submit to him.

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The vampire felt a shiver run down her body as his warm fingers tweaked her chest. She let out a small groan which only grew louder as he bit down on her neck. Her arm snaked up behind his neck, hands running through his hair and encouraging the bite. Her other hand braced herself on the limb.

The previous ordeal with the Mistress becoming human was still lingering. Ultimately, the Mistress had to return to her original body. As her memories had been scrubbed by Gabrielle, the witch had to stay close to the resort in Texas. She had ensured there was a way to return memories piece by piece to not overwhelm the blind woman. For the last couple months, the blonde was a regular visitor to the manor. This evening, the Mistress was with Joseph in front of a small fire in the library.

The past few months were,….complicated. His wife’s consciousness needing to be returned to her original body was enough of a trail, but, her memories were incomplete, and trying to help her control her natural instincts to feed, without the centuries of experience she had developed, could be tricky. To be safe, their daughter was not left alone with her mother, either he, or Nadine, Madeline’s governess, would be present. One of the more,…distressing things made necessary was that the blonde witch,…though he would like to use a more strong word to describe the immortal, had to come visit the Texas manor from time to time to restore Mistress’ memories piece by piece. Joseph arranged with Tim, head of security, that the immortal would be escorted by experienced personnel while she was at the manor, just to be safe. Now, he and his wife were enjoying some quiet time by the fireplace in the manor’s library. Joseph says, “Do you think what you can remember so far is in correct order Lanya?”

He works on getting his shirt off as his wife’s gown falls to the ground. He gazes intently at her body as it is exposed, she is eternally about twenty years or so old, and something in his mind always makes it know that her beauty is perfect,..at least to him. He slides his hands down her back, cupping her ass, then after she has nibbled his lip, he says, “There is a limb behind me about waist high, why don’t you put your hands on it to support yourself, and let me get behind you Lanya?”

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“Whatever you say, dear.” she hummed. The Mistress pulled her hands from his member and pressed herself to him, leaning to the left and reaching out to feel the limb of the tree. She rested her hand on it and twisted to the left to allow him to slip behind her

The previous ordeal with the Mistress becoming human was still lingering. Ultimately, the Mistress had to return to her original body. As her memories had been scrubbed by Gabrielle, the witch had to stay close to the resort in Texas. She had ensured there was a way to return memories piece by piece to not overwhelm the blind woman. For the last couple months, the blonde was a regular visitor to the manor. This evening, the Mistress was with Joseph in front of a small fire in the library.

The past few months were,….complicated. His wife’s consciousness needing to be returned to her original body was enough of a trail, but, her memories were incomplete, and trying to help her control her natural instincts to feed, without the centuries of experience she had developed, could be tricky. To be safe, their daughter was not left alone with her mother, either he, or Nadine, Madeline’s governess, would be present. One of the more,…distressing things made necessary was that the blonde witch,…though he would like to use a more strong word to describe the immortal, had to come visit the Texas manor from time to time to restore Mistress’ memories piece by piece. Joseph arranged with Tim, head of security, that the immortal would be escorted by experienced personnel while she was at the manor, just to be safe. Now, he and his wife were enjoying some quiet time by the fireplace in the manor’s library. Joseph says, “Do you think what you can remember so far is in correct order Lanya?”

He gets the knot undone, then starts to loosen the laces. He says, “It has been quite some time, hope I remember what I’m supposed to do.” Finally, he pulls open the back of her gown, now it is loose enough he can work it off of her shoulders.

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