Fluffy Loses

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Chapter 1: Contact

Mmmmm – mmm!

I knew she was pretty. I had seen that in her photograph. But I never expected the visceral reaction that jolted me when I actually saw her in person!

I watched her as she walked down the hall, schoolbooks cradled beneath abundant breasts, smiling and bursting with energy and youth.   And sexuality! Yes! I could sense an enormous sexuality in her. A sensualness. The smoldering, blue eyes. The somewhat petulant full lipped mouth. She was a 22-year-old college coed with shoulder length blonde hair parted down the middle. The short, rust-colored skirt revealing long, lovely legs and slender ankles. French heel shoes, the short heels exaggerated the curve of her leg and the thrust of her buttocks. And breasts, She had to be wearing a bra beneath the buttoned-to-the-throat sweater, but I could almost make out the outline of nipples puckering, although it was not cold in the building.

I felt a powerful urge to slid my hands up under that rust colored skirt, open that sweater, find those mouth-watering breasts with erect nipples – teen aged nipples – well, almost teen aged nipples!

I was in luv! But ‘luv’ or not, I wanted a piece of that! Yes, I really wanted to get into her pants! Fleetingly, I wondered if the Countess’ ‘after shave lotion’ was affecting me, too.

This was the first time I had actually seen her. I knew she was a virgin, and virgins always look hot and irresistible. And the hotter and more irresistible they look, the harder it is to get them into bed.

Pretending to study my class schedule, I looked up as she was about to pass me. “Can you tell me how to find room 275?” I asked, trying to keep a perplexed look on my face.

She paused, looking me over carefully, before answering. Deciding I was just another student, she answered, “It’s upstairs. That’s where I’m going. I’ll show you the way. By the way, I’m Fluffy Winters.”

“Fluffy?” I asked, giving her a look.

The ice broken, she smiled and nodded her head. “I get that reaction quite a bit. Yes, it’s Fluffy.”

Walking side by side, she asked, “New in school?”

“First day,” I replied. “I really appreciate you’re showing me where the classroom is!” (Of course, I knew that she and I both shared the same class. It had been arranged that way. And a couple of sideward glances from her showed me that the pheromones I was exuding were reaching her, attracting her to me.)

We made small talk in the hallway. She commented that she liked the aftershave I was wearing. I explained it was an experimental product being developed by a friend of mine. He had asked me to try it out. Fluffy laughed and suggested I should buy it when it comes out on the market: it really suited me.

We sat beside each other during class, and after class, I invited her to join me for a cup of coffee. All the time, I let the pheromones do their work, increasing her attraction to me. By the end of our ‘coffee date’, we had agreed to meet Tuesday night for a foreign film being presented on campus.

I played by the rules. I courted my target with small gifts and flattering prose. I took her out for dinner (hamburgers at the campus greasy spoon). I gave her a single flower I had picked from someone’s front yard and a handful of candy kisses. All the things a romantic college student might do. Our relationship hadn’t lasted long enough to require that I buy her clothes and jewelry. But as we began to bond, it was obvious that I would get what I wanted and my hunger for sex would soon be satisfied. I am not an unattractive man, after all. But apparently the after-shave I wore shortened what could be an expensive and time-consuming process.

Two weeks and three dates later, we were in the back seat of my car, parked on lover’s lane, sipping a sweet tasting wine. I knew by now she found me somewhat like an Adonis. And she wasn’t that bad at all! Our relationship had rapidly become physical. My hands had thoroughly explored her breasts (through her clothes) and my caresses through her skirt, had just brought her to a climax. I noticed she was considerably weaker as she came down from her orgasm.

Seeking commitment from her, I asked her to return the favor: I had given her an orgasm, would she do the same for me? She objected that she didn’t know how, but with my encouragement, I guided her hand to my crotch and led her through the motions. She was ill at ease and wasn’t very good at it, and rather than waste too much energy, I faked having an orgasm in my pants. When I drove her home, I could tell that she was pleased thinking that she had been able to give me a climax. The attraction caused by the pheromones was leading her to want to do more and more to please me. I think she was beginning to feel that she didn’t want to lose me.

Yes, everything was going according to plan!

Chapter 2: Prolog

This adventure had begun a little more than a month before. I had been tossed out of another school for my misbehavior (and it takes quite a bit of misbehavior for a boy to get kicked out of a college). This time, it happened when I had dated the dean’s daughter and suddenly she was ‘in the family way’.   I was a little older than most of the other college students, having spent a stint in the military. Although I looked young enough to be a regular college student, I had done some nasty things for my country during my tour of duty. When I mustered out at the end of my enlistment, my values and attitudes were considerably more callous than they had been a few years earlier.

I had decided to go back to college and had applied myself diligently to my studies. Not the studies you learned in class or from books! Rather, I had become a master in the art of seduction. Unfortunately, at my prior college, I picked the wrong nymph to deflower and I hadn’t taken the proper precautions. And, I had paid the consequences for my indiscretions!

But anyhow, I wasn’t in school any more (not that I cared), and wondering what I was going to do next. Then I received a phone call offering me a job. The female voice on the other end of the line identified herself only as ‘the Countess’ and said the job was one that I was exceptionally qualified to perform. She arranged to interview me at a country club over drinks the next evening.

The Countess was a tall, attractive, no beautiful woman, with pale white skin and long, straight hair, apparently in her 30s. She wore simple, black shoes, black fishnet stockings, and a long straight black dress that did nothing to hide the fact that her mammary endowments were virtually non-existent.    She sipped mineral water as I sipped a martini. Her proposal was so outlandish that I’m not sure why I stayed to listen, but by the end of the conversation, and after a hefty advanced down payment, I had accepted her assignment.

It seems that she has a vendetta against a 22-year-old college girl named Fluffy. The photo she showed me revealed an attractive, young woman. I really couldn’t understand what would provoke a mature woman like the Countess to develop such a malicious loathing against a young girl. But when the Countess threw out a dollar figure that she was willing to pay for my services, suddenly her motivations became less important!

The Countess wanted to escalate the vendetta by depriving Fluffy of her virginity. If Fluffy was humiliated in the process, so much the better! (She hinted that rape would be acceptable, but I refused this option.) If I managed to impregnate Fluffy out of wedlock, I would receive a substantial bonus! (The Countess asked if I had a problem with any of this. When I said no, the Countess continued.) At one point, she used the expression, ‘seduta e abandonata’, seduced and abandoned. (Hmmm, I thought. If this was the way she treated her enemies, I wondered how the Countess treated her ‘friends’.) The Countess was a certifiable 'kook' in my mind, but as she kept talking, both the money and the assignment became more and more interesting. Fluffy, the Countess said, was a virgin, had never dated much, and therefore was inexperienced in dealing with sexual temptations. To assist me, the Countess said she would provide me with a bottle of ‘after-shave lotion’ that would ‘draw Fluffy to me like a magnet’.

“Once she gets a whiff of this, she’ll rape you on the street!” the Countess promised. (Undoubtedly, an exaggeration, I thought.) She also said that the effects of the after-shave would be multiplied if I could combine some alcohol consumption with the pheromones. The Countess made several suggestions that would help reduce Fluffy’s inevitable inhibitions to sex. Obviously, she had carefully planned this project.

The Countess explained that Fluffy was physically very strong (contrary to her soft, feminine appearance), but that much of her strength came from a lifestyle of purity and chastity. Anything that reduced her purity, such as if she is orgasmed or if she gave me a blowjob (yes, the Countess actually used the word) would noticeably reduce her strength. Fluffy knows that her strength is linked to her purity, but she has never really contemplated the subject since she is devoted to her . . . personal activities. . and has never developed a real relationship with members of the opposite sex.

The Countess was hiring me specifically to take Fluffy’s virginity. The loss of her virginity will severely reduce Fluffy’s powers and abilities to do her job. Pregnancy will permanently deprive her of her calling in life. And I would be paid a handsome bonus if I succeeded in impregnating her. Abstractly, I wondered what kind of calling in life would put such limitations on her personal life. It seemed like much more was involved than some simple vendetta.

After I had accepted the job, the Countess gave me a bottle of ‘after-shave lotion,’ and a box of special condoms. They looked like that were standard, off-the-shelf issue, but the Countess told me that the latex tips had been replaced with a gauze-type material that would not block seminal material. “That way, if Fluffy insists, you can use a condom, but it will offer no protection against her impregnation.” She also gave me a tube of special lubricant, which she said would cause Fluffy to ovulate, regardless where she is in her monthly cycle. It seemed the Countess was covering all of her bases.

“It will greatly help if Fluffy orgasms during sex,” the Countess continued.

“Why is that?” I asked. If she ovulates and I cum, she would be knocked up, right? At least that was my reasoning.

Patiently, the Countess explained. “Within a few minutes of female orgasm, spermatozoa are spread throughout the normally alkaline cavities of the uterus and the fallopian tubes. We want the spread of spermatozoa to advance as rapidly as possible to encourage fertilization of Fluffy’s egg. Without her orgasm, the spread of your sperm can take as long as six hours.”

Since the project as outlined would take at lease several weeks, I wasn’t sure what difference six hours would make, but the Countess was paying for the job, so I agreed. Besides, it would increase my pleasure if she cums.

As she was preparing to leave the interview, the Countess told me was that she (the Countess) would be in touch with me all the time. And, if necessary, she would instruct me to help me impregnate Fluffy.

“I’m not going to be talking on the telephone when I’m banging the broad!” I responded allowing some sarcasm to surface.

<“Don’t worry,”> the Countess responded. <“I won’t be using the telephone.”> And she turned and left. As she stepped out of the door, I realized that she had not spoken her last words!

Chapter 3: Fluffy tries to break up the relationship

The day after our ‘make-out’ session, I saw Fluffy in class. She was rather reserved, arriving at the very last minute and not talking with me until after class. At the end of class, Fluffy was nervous and somewhat tongue tied with me, as she tried to explain that she had to break off our relationship.

(The Countess had advised me that at some point, Fluffy would notice a reduction of her powers and would go to her advisors, specifically ‘that old witch, Glenda’. And as soon as Glenda found out Fluffy had a relationship with me, she would warn Fluffy that physical intimacy with a man will temporarily take away her powers, but Fluffy will be able to recover. Undoubtedly, Glenda would further warn Fluffy that to continue to see me was courting even more physical intimacy with the potential of permanent loss of powers if Fluffy got pregnant. Fluffy had already experienced a noticeable loss of power from her activity in the back seat of my car, so she was trying to break off with me.)

I assured Fluffy that I understood, and although I was disappointed, I promised to honor her wishes. It was the first of many lies I would be telling Fluffy tonight. I invited her to have some ice cream so she could explain to me and we could ‘talk it over’. Then I would drive her home and we would say goodbye.

She was reluctant, but even now the after-shave lotion seemed to still be working. She accepted.

As we ate ice cream, she began to speak honestly and frankly with me.   Fluffy told me that she was a ‘vampire hunter’. Her calling in life was to kill vampires.   She described what she did, and some of the battles she had fought. And she described some of the violence that had been heaped upon her by her enemies.    Her abilities to do this work had something to do with genetics, but the main source of her strength came from keeping herself pure.

I couldn’t resist the temptation of playing mind games with her. “Don’t you think the way we feel about each other is pure?” I asked, trying to look very hurt.

“It’s not that!” Fluffy was quick to minimize my suggestion. “It’s just my life has to be dedicated to my work. Very few people are called to be hunters, and the most effective hunters are young. The discipline of being a hunter and the hunter’s purity gives the hunter exceptional powers and strength to handle exceptional opponents

“Physical intimacy with a man . . . with anyone . . . diminishes my powers. You and I, we’ve shared a certain amount of . . . intimacy, and it has severely weakened me. I’m so weak that I doubt if I could effectively face a battle with a formidable enemy. But if I take enough time and rest, most of my strength will come back.”

Fluffy, paused awkwardly, obviously ill at ease before she admitted, “I’m still a virgin. And I have to stay that way!” Hesitantly, she continued, “Actual sexual intercourse would severely reduce my powers. And I would never fully get them back.” Fluffy was too self-conscious to admit that pregnancy would terminate her ability to be a hunter.

Apologetically, she concluded, “It would probably also cost me my life. I have made enough enemies in the occult world that if they knew I had lost my powers, they would probably come after me and kill me. Or worse!”

Fluffy was talking like a small child reluctantly revealing her deepest, darkest secrets. Her eyes meeting mine held an expression like that of a schoolgirl pleading her case before a teacher. Those eyes! They were two blue pools of innocence and helplessness as they gazed into mine.

“If we continued seeing each other, we . . .” she stumbled over the words, “. . . might become more . . . intimate. And that might lead to . . . “ she whispered the word, “ . . . sex.   And I can’t have sex with you, even though I might want to,” Fluffy concluded with a pleading voice. “I must maintain my honor,” she explained, hoping I’d understand her and forgive her. And let her keep her virginity.

As absurd as this was, strangely, Fluffy’s explanation corresponded with what the Countess had said. Of course, who believes in vampires or demons? I certainly didn’t! So her entire premise was obviously flawed. But her detailed descriptions of what she did, and of the violence involved, especially the violence carry out upon her, was most convincing. Finally, I decided that she was probably as kooky as the Countess. But the Countess had a very large checkbook, which inclined me to side with her.

“I never asked you for sex,” I began, my voice dripping with sincerity. “And I would never want to do anything that might harm you! My feelings for you are pure! And I hope your feelings for me are pure, too!” (Sure! Pure! That’s why I had felt her up every way from Sunday and she had given me a hand job! Pure as the driven snow. Just so long as I can get into her pants and fuck her silly!)

I excused myself and went to the men’s room, where I liberally sloshed on the aftershave lotion. It had almost no scent to me, but I had seen the way it affected her! And just to cover my bases, I also rubbed a little on my penis on the likelihood that the evening would progress the way I wanted. Regardless of her resolve, the aftershave still worked and soon, we were holding hands as she recapped to me why we couldn’t see each other any more.

Once back in my car, I took out the square bottle of wine and glass from the back seat, and poured. “I really don’t want to drink,” she whispered, trying to refuse the glass.

“There’s just a small amount left in the bottle,” I replied. I bought it for us, and without you, I won’t drink it,” I replied. “You seem to enjoy it, so why don’t you finish it off?” Against her better judgment, she sipped the wine. The after-shave clearly was having its effect on her, and combined with the wine, I could almost sense the heat growing in her. She leaned against my side and put her head on my shoulder.

Instead of driving her home, I turned off onto a secluded side road and into a grove of trees.

“I have to go home . . . .,” she whispered as she raised her face to me. My lips met hers, and although she repeated several times that I had to take her home, she made no move to leave my embrace. I caressed her unresisting breasts through her blouse, and soon reached for the top button, but somehow, I couldn’t open it.

Suddenly, I heard the Countess’ voice in my head. How did she do that? Since Fluffy’s reactions to my touch didn’t change, I concluded that she couldn’t hear the voice I heard.

<“We have a problem.”> The Countess said. <“That witch, Glenda, cast a protection spell. Her clothing is enchanted. You won’t be able to remove it. Don’t even try!">

Cast a spell? What kind of nonsense is this? I don’t believe in magic or spells. Still, I couldn’t unbutton Fluffy’s blouse.

<"No problem,”> I though trying to transmit back to the Countess. <“With the combination of after-shave and wine, I'll bet she’s just itching to get plugged. She will drop her panties as soon as I ask her to."

Apparently, the Countess heard my message. <“Continue. But be careful.”>

I continued making out with Fluffy, allowing my hands to roam, but making no effort to remove any of her clothing. I poured the remainder of wine and suggested that we move to the back seat. She gulped down the wine, repeated her objection that she had to go home.

But she moved to the back seat, murmuring, “What are you doing to me?”

Little did she know!

Her face was the picture of innocence! Innocence and expectation!   Her lips were slightly parted and her eyes nervous. I took her in my arms and her lips met mine. Soon, my hand had slipped beneath her skirt, and she moaned as I caressed her mons, stroking her lightly through her panties. She whimpered, and her accommodating knees separated in response to my caress, and she pressed her crotch firmly against my hand.

I whispered in her ear, “It’s hot in here. No one is anywhere around. Unbutton your blouse!”

She looked at me nervously and asked, “are you sure we’re alone . . .?“ I nodded, and then to my surprise, she did. Her bra fastened in front, and she unclasped that, too. Had she planned for this to happen? Her breasts, which had looked so abundant in her sweater, were surprisingly small with soft puffy nipples. But she was very well formed, even shapely. Immediately, I kissed them and began sucking on one. Her head began rolling and her back arched, pressing her breast toward the source of its stimulation. Her nipple grew harder and larger, seeming to protrude deeper into my mouth as I sucked. All the while I continued stroking her mons. After a few minutes, I released her nipples and gazed into her lust-hazy eyes. My hand found the edges of her panties.

Gazing, eye-to-eye, I slipped my fingers beneath the edges of her panties and pulled the stretchy cotton fabric to the side. Her slender body tensed when the open air met her overheated loins, then she gasped as I caressed her crotch. She was skittish! Fear surged up in her eyes and she was ready to bolt.

“I love you, Fluffy!” I whispered, the words surprising and disarming her. This was the first time either of us had used the ‘L’ word, and it startled her so much, it even distracted her from my touch. She had felt attracted to me ever since she inhaled the first breath of aftershave. And the attraction was growing into love, or what she thought was love, with each sip of wine.

Fluffy had no idea of the danger these words of love posed to her.

She didn’t know what to do! All of her training plus years of typical moralistic middleclass indoctrination told her to escape my touches! But I had said I loved her. Every girl craves love! Her hormones were telling her that she was in love. And in her lack of experience with boys, Fluffy had never learned that a devious man would say whatever he has to say to get a girl into bed!

I kissed her again and she eagerly kissed me back. Her crotch wiggled frantically under my manipulation and she lurched when I carefully made first contact with her swollen clit. Her hand flew down to grab my hand at the same time my tongue slipped between her lips, and although she was afraid of what was happening, she was unwilling and unable to do anything to change it.

I wanted her pleasure to slowly build, to become stronger with each passing moment; to gradually increase until, finally, it could no longer be resisted. With my thumb, I pulled the flesh of her pubes tight and my fingers felt her rock-hard, throbbing clit stand out from its protective hood! Gazing into her eyes with extreme devotion, I traced little circles around the erect, stiff clit with one finger. Not touching it, just barely grazing the area around it. Fluffy gasped, again inhaling a lungful of pheromones, and she let out a long wail, her hand falling to the side. I was amazed at the sensuality that was surfacing in this meek girl, this girl who was so inexperienced with men. She began to moan erotically, as her hips began to pump towards the fingers that were stimulating her. She knew something big was coming and her mind was torn between wanting the orgasm that loomed before her like an onrushing freight train, and fearing it!

I progressed as slowly as I could, but still, it was an orgasm to end all orgasms, almost shutting down Fluffy’s rational mind. She let out a scream of the damned!

I watched in awe! Never have I seen or heard anyone cum this hard! The climax was too powerful to contemplate. It ripped through Fluffy as she shrieked beneath my fingers! Whatever else happens to her, Fluffy had experienced a better orgasm than most women experience in a lifetime! Never before have I seen a lovelier sight!

I watched Fluffy struggle and heave as the raw power of the orgasm tore through her!

I felt the Countess in my head again, almost like picking up a telephone. But she remained silent for the time being.

The moment dragged on for an eternity and finally the young blonde collapsed. Her lungs drawing in great gulps of air and letting them out in ragged sobs. ““I have to go home . . . .” she whispered afraid to raise her eyes and look at me.

Chapter 4: Fluffy reciprocates

“Of course, I’ll take you home,” I promised again.

That got the Countess’ attention.

“But,” I continued, “. . . you have no idea of the effect seeing you like this has on me!”

“Has on you?”

“Oh, yes! It is a joy for me to give you pleasure! You cannot imagine how much I enjoyed seeing you climax! It really got me hot!” I hesitated, trying to sound unpretentious. “Do you want to leave me unsatisfied?”

“Unsatisfied?” I had to remind myself that she was a virgin, and didn’t have the slightest idea what I was talking about.

Then, an inkling flashed into her head. “I can’t have sex with you!” she burst out in a fearful voice.

“I know, and I admire you for saving yourself! I respect your virginity and want to honor your wish to keep it.” She gave a relieved sigh at my words.

She raised her eyes to mine and asked, “Then what . . .?”

I raised my eyebrows and looked down at the crotch of my pants.

“Oooohhhh!” she gasped seeing the bulge there. She still wasn’t sure what I was asking her to do, but she suspected that I wanted her to . . . do something . . . to my . . . male organ. Maybe the same thing she had done last night . . .

The Countess spoke in almost a whisper. <“That was a great orgasm you gave her! Really impressive! Now get down to business and screw her! Don’t waist your spunk on a hand job!”>

<” She’s going to blow me. You wanted her to feel humiliation when I was finished with her. This is part of the process!”>

<“I don’t care about humiliating her! I want her pregnant!” > It felt like the Countess was going to blow a gasket.

<”First one, then the other! No don’t get your drawers bunched up!”>

<???> I guess she hadn’t heard that expression before.

Fluffy looked up at me and I could almost see the wheels turning in her head. Physical intimacy with me had already taken away most of her powers! But she would recover as long as she didn’t get pregnant. Besides, we had already shared intimacy when I had taken her to the staggering orgasm she had just experienced! Fluffy had heard about orgasms, but never imagined that she would experience anything like what she had felt. If everyone had orgasms like this, she thought, it is surprising that anyone ever gets out of bed!   She knew that what had just happened had probably drained most, if not all, of her remaining powers.

Her eyes dropped again to the bulge in my wash pants. She reached out with a small trembling hand and began to stroke me again through my pants. I took her hand, stopping her, and she looked up at me with a puzzled expression. “. . . .uuuuhhhh . . . .” she stammered.   “. . . .What do you want me to do?”

I unzipped my pants and enjoyed the expression on her face as her virgin eyes came face to face with the ‘one eyed snake’. This may have been the first time she had ever seen an erect male. And like very virgin, she was awed by its size, thinking it was much too big! Or, at least, much to big . . . to fit . . . inside of . . . her . . .! She stared at the hard, thick instrument that was poised in front of her. I took her head in my hands and drew her toward me.

She faltered. Last night, she had enjoyed ‘bring me to climax’ with her hand. But I was upping the ante considerably. Still, I had given her a tremendous orgasm. Although hesitant, there was no reason why she couldn’t satisfy me the way I was asking. And she couldn’t get pregnant from oral sex!

She began trembling as her mouth was drawn closer to my cock. Her frightened eyes begged me to grant her mercy. In return, she found my eyes entreating her to continue. She looked down again, but she was too close to focus. I nuzzled her lips. And the weakened heroine let her jaw drop and I slid between her lips, entering her mouth. It was a beautiful sight watching the slender blonde wrapping her lips around me. I had no idea if the aftershave I had put on my penis would still had any effect after the passage of time. Likewise, I didn’t know if getting some in her mouth would do anything.

Pulling her head toward me, I began pumping. It didn’t take long for her to learn the basics. But she wasn’t very good at that, either. But I encouraged her, telling her how good it was, that it felt great. I told her that she had great natural talent, and that she was doing a fantastic job! Soon, she began sucking and bobbing her head up and down. I don’t know if it was the result of the aftershave or if she was simply putting her heart into it.

I was really turned on, having seen her climax like a volcano, accordingly, even with her lack of skill, I soon felt my own climax approaching. She felt me starting to twitch in her mouth and growing larger. As my breath became ragged, she realized I was about to cum, so she tried to pull back, but I held her head in place, pressing deeper into her mouth and throat. Wide eyed, she felt me spurt into her unprepared throat. She started choking, so I let go of her and she pulled her head back, receiving a second blast splattered across her face and into one eye. Fluffy tried to yell, but couldn't. Her mouth was filled with a thick, glue-like cum. She could only make muffled noises as she tried to wipe the cum from her face. She had no idea what to do with the cum in her mouth: to swallow, or to spit it out. Somehow she felt that spitting it out would be a rejection of me, and she didn’t want to do that. Still, she felt betrayed and violated, and tried to pull away from me, but I drew her to me, holding her close and whispering how good she was and how much it meant to me that she was willing to do this for me. I continued speaking to her in soothing, encouraging words and tones. Since I was holding her close, there was no way she could spit it out, and I fell her laborious efforts as she swallowed with great effort, started to gag, then swallowed again, ingesting my semen. It was difficult for her, but her girlfriends had told her that boys liked it when girls swallowed. And deep down, Fluffy wanted.

Having a man cum in her mouth was a new experience for Fluffy, and not a pleasant one! In fact, she hated it! She hated the taste! She hated the consistency! And she hated swallowing! But my on-going reassurances were having their effect! She believed me when I told her how good she had been! And she accepted that it meant a great deal to me that she was willing to pleasure me this way. And oral sex would be a way she could please me with out actual risk of pregnancy. I continued thanking her for “taking care of me” and for “showing how much she loved me”, and Fluffy briefly wondered if she would be willing to do it again if I asked. After all, it gave pleasure to me, even if she didn’t enjoy it. And she remembered some of her girlfriends mentioning that they had come to actually enjoy ‘giving head’ to their boyfriends!

Reassuring her and cuddling her in my arms, I could feel how much weaker she was now than she had been earlier. I thought, "If your purity is the source of your power, then that’s why you're not so tough after you've had your face fucked."

Soon, she relaxed in my arms, my reassurances taking their effect. Once again, she whispered, “I have to go home . . . .” Then holding me closer to her, she repeated, “I have to go and wait till my strength returns."

“I understand,” I whispered sympathetically into her ear, and I slipped my hand inside her unbuttoned blouse.

She inhaled deeply (and received another dose of the aftershave) and moaned as she collapsed back against the car seat. She was limp as I kissed her breasts and caressed them. She looked at me with slightly parted lips, her eyes hooded, fresh cum still on her face and lips. I pushed her blouse and bra to the side and her eyes dropped to watch as my kisses worked their way downward. As I admired her nude torso, she saw the craving in my eyes. My kisses stroked her stomach, moving downward. Her breaths started to come quicker as I lifted the hem of her skirt. Her heart was fluttering as once again as I pulled the fabric of her panties aside again, and moving my head further downward to kiss her mons. She shivered, accepting my kisses until she realized what I was about to do. True to her expectations, I began nibbling at her mons.

“No, don’t!” she pleaded as I repositioned myself between her thighs. “I’ve never . . . done . . . that . . . I . . . don’t . . .

The sexually devastated girl became progressively more distracted as I gave a series of short licks along her slit. I spread her lips with my fingers and ran my tongue along her vaginal opening eliciting gasps and incoherent babbling from her. Her hands grasped my hair as she desperately tried to pull my head away from her private area. I looked up to make eye contact just as I enveloped her clitoris in my mouth and began sucking. Fluffy’s back arched and her face turned bright crimson as waves of guilty pleasure flowed through her.

She was gasping for breath as I paused long enough to offer to take her to my house. But she refused again. Somewhere in her brain, she was still trying to protect her honor.

Again, I traced little circles around her pleasure button with my finger, not touching it at first, but occasionally punctuating the activity with flicks of my tongue on her clit and an occasional tickling her vaginal entrance with my finger. She was breathing even faster as I began stroking her clit with a soft, gentle finger. She tried to reach down to dislodge the digit, but she couldn’t. She tried to push me away, but her strength almost non-existent due to her recent orgasm and the oral sex she had given me. I lingered, hovering over her pubes, persistently and persuasively tormenting her sex with my fingers and tongue.

She let out a long wail as another orgasm came. Her previous orgasm had been a mind shattering experience, and she knew that this was going to be even greater. Her head was thrashing from side to side, emotions mixed between wanting another climax and fearing where it would lead the two of us.

"Ooooo! Ooooo! Oh, God! Oh, God!!!" she screamed, and I received a massive dose of female ejaculation. Her juices came gushing out of her as she came hard and long. My screaming partner’s climax was incredible!   She struggled and heaved as the raw energy of the orgasm tore through her nubile body!

It had to be the aftershave and wine combination, I concluded. I may be good, but nobody’s that good!

The moment dragged on for an eternity and finally the young, blonde heroine collapsed, shattered. Her lungs drawing in great gulps of air and letting them out in ragged sobs.

And I resumed circling and flicking her clit with my finger and tongue.

"Oh no! Not again!" she whimpered. “I can’t . . . please . . . not again!”

<”What are you doing?”> came the puzzled voice of the Countess. <“Do you have any idea how sensitive she will be after an orgasm like that? Why aren’t you stopping?”>

I didn’t bother answering. I could sense the combination of pleasure and torture emanating from this bimbo’s body as her passions began rising once again, her hips pumping, her raw voice becoming a shrill scream as whatever part of her mind that was functioning realized that I was not letting up!

I kept Fluffy’s throbbing and ridiculously sensitive clit exposed and continued to tease and touch it relentlessly, occasionally drawing it into my mouth to suck on it. She thrashed beneath me, her body detonating with orgasmic delight, the lust bursting within her. Fluffy’s screams became soundless as she convulsed, every nerve seeming to generate its own orgasm that ripped her mind from her, multiple orgasms pounded through her like the surf in a hurricane! She remained tensed to the maximum, as her eyes slowly fluttered and rolled into the back of her head until she crashed into oblivion in the back seat of my car, unconscious! She continued twitching and jerking as the aftershocks rolled through her body!

Smiling, I looked down at my vanquished prey’s comatose form sprawled on the car seat, her face covered with drying cum, her breasts exposed, her skirt hiked up around her waist, panties soaked, exhausted, stimulated, used, and out cold.

Chapter 5: To my house

Fluffy was still limp when I pulled my car up in front of my house. Carefully, I lifted her from the back seat and carried her directly to my bedroom. Pushing the covers to the side, I gently lay her on my bed. She looked like an angel, lying there, her hair spread around her face like a delicate halo, her blouse and bra still open. Her skirt was still bunched up at her hips, her panties plainly visible.

Fluffy was still a virgin! I had confirmed that for myself earlier tonight. And like every virgin, she still looked hot and irresistible. I spread her blouse and bra to the side and admired her nude torso, appreciatively. She was in my bed. But I hadn’t earned my commission on this one yet!

<“Don’t try to take them off!”> Damn! Was the Countess going to be looking over my shoulder every step of the way? <“Her clothing is still protected by that witch’s protection spell. Don't try to remove it.">

I found myself muttering to myself at the Countess’ constant intrusions. As might be expected, the Countess gave some more unsolicited advice. <“Go ahead and screw her! Fuck her now, before she wakes up and decides to go home, leaving you high and dry!”>

I still lusted for this kid, so there was a certain temptation to follow the Countess’ suggestion. Maybe I’m old fashioned, but I wanted her conscious and cooperative when I took her.

<“Countess,”> I answered, <“you hired me to do a job. I’ll do it my way. Now get out of my face!”>

I heard the Countess grumble. <“Go ahead! But you’d better not mess up!>

I didn’t bother to answer. Fluffy was beginning to moan and stir. I opened a new bottle of wine, poured two glasses, splashed on some more after-shave lotion (the Countess really had been right about that aftershave lotion, especially when some alcohol was added), took off my shirt, kicked off my shoes and socks and lay down beside Fluffy, putting my arm around her.

Feeling the warmth of my body, she opened her eyes, recognized me and smiled, weakly. I enclosed her bare breast in my hand, startling her, but she smiled and relaxed in my arms as she decided that I had permission to touch her. She snuggled into my shoulder, deeply inhaling the scent of the fresh after-shave.

“Have I been asleep long?” she asked.

“Just a few minutes.”

“Where are we?”

“We’re in my bedroom!”

She froze in my arms. I continued, “I brought you here.” Again, I could see the gears turning in her head as she tried to put everything together.

“Why did you bring me to your bedroom?” she asked guardedly.

“I think you know the answer to that already,” I responded.

“I can’t have sex with you,” she stated flatly, taking a deep breath, inhaling more of the aftershave.

“Why not?”

“Because . . . . because I’ll lose . . . my powers . . .”

“Your powers are already gone,” I responded. “But you know they’ll come back. They’ll even come back even if you have sex with me, but it will just take a little longer. Just so long as you don’t get pregnant.”

* * * * * * * *

Fluffy knew that it would take a lot longer for her powers to come back if she had sex. And if she were no longer a virgin, her powers would never completely return.

But still, he smelled so good! And she wanted to be with him. Fluffy’s hormones were raging. She had never felt this way about any boy , . . . about any man before! She was gloriously in love and she knew it! She took a deep breath and knew in her heart that she wanted to make love with this man! It never occurred to her to ask how he knew the effect pregnancy would have on her powers.

* * * * * * * *

I held her closer and she put her hand on my chest. And it dawned on her that I was bare-chested: her hand was touching my bare skin. She kissed my chest and nuzzled me. I suspected that she was counting days.

“I really cannot have sex!” she whispered. “Will you respect my wishes if I say ‘no’?”

“Of course I will,” I responded. It was another lie. “But if we don’t make love tonight, will you ever have another chance?” Again, I felt her stiffen as my words sunk in. I continued, “I love you, and you love me. We are in love! And once you go back, Glenda will never let you return to me. She’s too jealous of your powers to let you be in love, to enjoy love, to make love. This may be our only chance. Do you want to die a virgin, knowing that you missed your only chance?”

Fluffy didn’t like that! As a hunter, she knew she could be killed at any time. The life of a hunter is often brutal and short-lived and Fluffy had already loved longer than most hunters. And right now she was so hot for me that she didn’t want to die a virgin! But still, she had her duties, her responsibilities!

She had been born to be a hunter, she would die a hunter. She couldn’t turn her back on duties. Fluffy turned her face away from me.

Damn her duties and responsibilities!

I continued: “But, then again, maybe you are nothing but an underage tease who has gotten in over her head!” The underhanded insult hit home, as I knew it would.

She pulled away from me and sat up, angrily, pulling her blouse tightly around herself. Her eyes lit on the glass of wine and open bottle on the bed table, and she was so frustrated, she lifted the glass and drained it.

Her shoulders slumped, because she really didn’t want to leave my bed. I moved behind her, putting my arms around her pulling her to me, slipping my hands across bare skin inside her still unbuttoned shirt, carefully avoiding any ‘erotic’ areas. She leaned her head back against mine. And the wine and after-shave combined to do their insidious work on her libido.

I simply held her close to me.

Chapter 6: Consent

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Fluffy’s emotions were in turmoil. She was thinking about everything that had happened this night, everything they had done together. Was she in love? Or was it just super hormones? Had all her climaxes rattled her brain, she wondered, or was I simply introducing her to her full sexual potential? It was all happening so quickly. She wanted to go home and rest! To regain her strength! She wanted to have enough time to think straight!

But she wanted to make love, too! She wanted long, hard, and sweaty lovemaking, with even more mind-blowing orgasms! Her body was aflame with passion and arousal!

She was in love! And people who were in love made love. They fucked! Fluffy had daydreamed about finding the right man and falling in love since before she had entered puberty. But her daydreams always centered on romance, generally stopping short of actual sexual contact. If only she weren’t so tired! Her ‘hunter strength’ was long gone! Most of it left with her first orgasm, and the rest left her when she gave him that blowjob. And she was totally exhausted by their continued, feverish sexual activity. She was soooooo tired! She was realistic enough to know that they were headed toward a sexual union. She would enjoy sex much more if she were rested! But she knew that if she stopped now, there might never be another opportunity. Her responsibilities to keep herself ready to perform as a hunter would never permit it.

Being a hunter is a lonely life. And Fluffy was lonely! She had seen her girlfriends date and fall in love. And had even listened as they had described their sexual encounters with their boyfriends. But that had been forbidden to Fluffy. Fluffy was a hunter. And a hunter had to safeguard her purity in order to maintain her strength.

Rebellion against her duties boiled in her again. If she wanted love, or sex, she had to snatch it when she could. There might never be another chance! Once again, she concentrated and began counting days since her last menstrual cycle. She was right! She was not in a fertile part of her cycle. Therefore, if she had sex now, conception would be extremely unlikely, if not impossible. And if he used a condom, the condom would give even more protection from possible pregnancy. (Fluffy had never taken birth control pills. Being a virgin, and knowing that preserving her chastity was required to be a hunter, she had never felt the need. Also, she figured that if someone actually raped her, she would probably be dead shortly after, so birth control had never been an issue for her. Until now!)

He had been so good to her, treated her so well. She owed it to him! She owed it to herself!

Fluffy’s eyes lit on the square bottle next to her empty glass. She poured another half glass and took a sip. Immediately, the warmth started in her stomach and quickly spread through her, relaxing her.

He was right! She may never get another chance! And she really didn’t want to die without ever having experienced the joys of yielding her virginity to the tender, passionate touch of a lover! And Fluffy knew that if she discussed it with her mentor and guardian, Glenda would forbid her from ever seeing him again! Feelings of rebellion surged even more within her! Never before had she felt this way about any man. She loved him!

He was so insistent and persuasive. Fluffy took another sip.

Alcohol tended to reduce one’s inhibitions. Fluffy knew that. And she felt her inhibitions weakening as the alcohol relaxed her, making her not want to fight him any more. She tried to pull his hands away from her naked stomach, but she wasn’t strong enough. The sexual activity she had shared with him had robbed her of even the strength to push him away.

* * * * * * * *

I slid my hand beneath her skirt, pulling her panties to the side and slid one finger between her lips, where it settled over her vaginal opening, not entering, but pressing very slightly. The effect on her was electrifying.

“I have to leave,” she whispered in a small, unconvincing voice. “If you don’t let me leave, I’ll scream!”

“I understand,” I replied and kissed her neck slowly and sensually again. “I have that affect on women sometimes.”

She laughed at my joke, and relaxed somewhat in my arms. I moved my finger infinitesimally, and felt her hips try to twist into me. She had absolutely no realization that everything I had done this evening had been foreplay leading up to this moment! I felt her sit straighter as if she were coming to a decision. She took another deep swallow of the wine and put down the glass. After a moment, she turned in my arms. She wanted to look into my eyes.

“Do you love me?” she asked in a wavering voice.

“I love you more than you can imagine!” I answered my voice dripping with sincerity.

She inhaled deeply, drawing in the pheromones from the aftershave, feeling the results of the combination with the wine.

“Do you want to have sex with me?” she asked

“I do!” I answered. “Do you?”

And she asked a question I suspect she had never imagined she would ever ask a man.

“Do you have . . . protection . . .? I can’t risk getting pregnant!”

I was prepared for this question and slipped her a small square package. Startled, Fluffy looked at her hand. There was a blank expression on her face, staring at the package. And she realized she was looking at a condom.

She continued staring at the package and I realized Fluffy didn’t know what to do with it, so I took the package, tore the foil and removed the contents. I lay back on the bed, and led her hand to my belt. With trembling hands, she unfastened my belt, hesitantly opened my pants. Rising to her knees, she pulled my pants down to mid thigh, once again stared at an erect penis standing before her. She had seen pictures, of course, but seeing it ‘in the flesh’ . . . .

I watched various, conflicting expressions cross her face. If I could read her mind, I imagined she was remembering snickered with her girlfriends about ‘going all the way’ with a boy.

But this wasn’t ‘girl talk’. And it wasn’t abstract theory from at textbook. This was the real thing! Gawking at my manhood, she whispered, “It’s so big! It will never . . .” I saw fear in her eyes. I also saw lust, desire, rebellion . . . and I saw commitment. She was committed! We were both committed. And we even had protection! She knew we were going to have sexual intercourse! I was going . . . to . . . put my . . . thing . . .

“Take them off,” I ordered. Startled out of her fascination, she moved to the end of the bed to slide my pants over my feet and onto the floor. Moving again to my side, she gazed down at my naked body lying before her. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from my maleness, as she ran her hand over the hair on my thigh, caressing my flesh. Shyly, tentatively, she reached down to grip my penis in her tiny hand. Engrossed, she felt its texture, it’s rigidity, its . . . hardness!

I captured her wrist and handed her the condom. Then I led her hand to my member and showed her how to roll it into place. She stared, mesmerized, as the latex rolled to cover my penis. I looked, too, amazed! There was nothing I could see that would indicate that this condom would be totally ineffective as a contraceptive device.

When Fluffy had finished, she looked up at me intently, breathing shallowly through her mouth. Her lips were puffy with arousal. Her eyes were filled with passion and wonder. She was almost ready to give me her most precious possession. A small, fearful, tremulous smile crossed her lips.

“Sometimes a condom causes irritation for a woman,” I interjected. “I don’t want to hurt you, so let me use a lubricant!”

The thought hadn’t occurred to Fluffy, so she appreciated the consideration I was giving her. She knelt enthralled, watching me cover the condom with a liberal dollop of the Countess’ ‘special lubricant’.

“Take off your panties,” I ordered, my hand still covered with the lubricant. With eyes downcast, she complied.

“It will help you, too!” I assured her. She accepted my statement at face value. I reached and spread some of the lubricant between her labia. She stiffened slightly, as I gently massaging some of it into the entrance of her vagina.

Although I could see no change, I knew that once the ‘lubricant’ entered her vagina, it would be absorbed into her blood stream and began its process of stimulating her ovaries to ripen an egg for immediate release into her fallopian tubes. I didn’t know how long it would take, but the process had begun.

Gently, I pushed her onto her back on the bed. Still breathing rapidly, she watched as I stroked her breasts, bent to kiss them, then moved downward kissing my way down her stomach. She was panting as I kissed her pubes and moved between her legs, spread her labia and gazed into her. Embarrassed, but submitting, she began to tremble.

"You ARE a virgin,” I observed. Fluffy was too nervous to speak, but she nodded. I spread her lips a little wider and commented, "What a beautiful hymen! You’ve been saving yourself." Fluffy nodded awkwardly. (I noticed that almost all of the ‘lubricant’ had been absorbed by her mucous membranes and must now be in her blood stream, speeding its way to its destination.)

“I’ve been saving myself for you,” she panted. “I just never knew that it would be you.”

I moved upward and over her. Her eyes never left mine. As I nestled myself between her lips, fear entered her eyes again and heard a rapid intake of breath, as her muscles tightened, defensively. The lust I had felt for this girl ever since I first saw her lifted its ferocious head. One quick thrust. . . it was all I could do to hold back!

I paused. “I love you, Fluffy! Do you want me to continue?” I asked. “Will you give me your honor? Your virginity?” I paused. “Will you give yourself to me?”

She licked her lips, and I felt a shudder move through her. She tried to speak, but couldn’t and settled for a simple nod of her head. The tight muscles that had been defending her virtue spasmodically began relaxing. She was voluntarily yielding herself to me! (In all reality, with or without her consent, I was going to take her virginity! She was MINE! And if she had refused, I would have taken her anyway. I would complete my contract with the Countess at and satisfy my lust the same time.   Mixing business and pleasure can be so enjoyable!)

But she had given her consent. She had promised to surrender her virginity.

Fluffy was very surprised by the tenderness of my approach. Apparently, she had expected an aggressive assault from me, violently tearing her virginity from her. Instead, I held her close to me, my chest against her breasts, thigh to thigh, penis to pussy. I remained poised at the entrance of her womanhood. Trembling, she didn’t move. She was absolutely still. We held each other close. Her breathing quickened, her need filled her eyes, her lips trembled, and her breasts heaved. I kissed her softly, sensing her heart racing. Any remaining reluctance she may have had melted in that kiss.

The seconds ticked by and her anticipation grew. Finally, I felt her raise her hips, drawing my penis deeper into her infinitesimally. She gasped and tightened at the increase in penetration. I looked down at that angelic face gazing up at me.

“I love you!” she whispered. “I’m so afraid! Do it! Please, do it before I lose my nerve!”

With those words, she renounced her virtue, presenting it to me. She spread her knees even more, yielding to my invasion, opening the way for my penetration. Her heart pounding in her chest.

Slowly and gently, I pressed into her. She was smooth and warm! Her eyes were still locked on mine, but they squinted as I pressed against her ‘beautiful hymen’, bending it inward.

“Yessss!” she exhaled. “Love me! Love me!!”

She held her breath, trembling, as I pressed deeper. Then, she gave a sickening cry as I broke through, piercing her hymen. Her body arched and involuntarily, all of her muscles tightened around me as she give up her virginity. Her jaw slackened and her mouth fell open, her eyes glazing over. She quaked beneath me as I pressed deeper into her. She writhed between me and the mattress.

I had just earned my fee from the Countess!

I paused, allowing her spasms to subside. Quickly, her passion overrode the pain, her eyes focused on mine again and she forced herself to relax, sinking back on the bed again with a whimper. Almost imperceptibly, she gave me a nod.

I had just satisfied the Countess’ requirements, now it was time to indulge my own!

“Make love to me!” she croaked out. She was lost! The bonus was on its way!

Backing off slightly, I pressed in deeper and she gave another intake of breath. Meanwhile, the lubricant and her juices were being thoroughly spread throughout her vagina and absorbed into her system. And as soon as the lubricant did its job, she would be as fertile as a turtle, and the ‘condom’ would offer her no protection against pregnancy.    On my third thrust, our pubic hairs meshing and my testicles bumping against her perineum. She let out a long sigh!

I looked deeply into the unresisting, slack-jawed eyes of this sexy blond. She felt so good! She licked her lips, smiling tentatively, and I drew my lips to hers. She threw her arms around me and her kiss was filled with passion and acquiescence. My hands moved downwards, petting her, caressing her. I broke the kiss and looked down at her milky white breasts as they heaved up and down. I took the closest one in my mouth, nibbling and sucking on the nipple.

“Ummmmmm”, she moaned, and her pussy noticeably dampening and convulsing around my member. She kissed my neck

As if in surrender, her right leg rose slowly upward, hugging my thigh and coming to rest against my hip. She hooked my leg with her calf, inviting me to possess her, clasping me deeper into her.

She was still panting. Between pants, she gasped, “The pain was worse than I expected. But otherwise, it’s just like I imagined it would be! Only better! Much better!” She gave me another tentative smile.

“Better?” I asked, my breaths coming in quick short gasps also.

“Much better,” she confirmed, “because you’re here with me!”

“Of course its better,” I whispered as I withdrew and drove into her. “This is the real thing! It’s what your body was built for!” Her eyebrows raised, and I began a slow, rhythmic pumping. Her back began flexing sensually into me, responding to my thrusts. Her hips began sliding back and forth with each penetration into her. What had been groans became mollified moans. The squishing sounds echoed through the room as I plunged into her.   Perspiration began dripping from both of us, and the intensity built!

The state of heightened sensitivity I had carefully created was taking its toll on her, overwhelming her. Her panting changed to grunts with each thrust I made. Her curves meshed perfectly into my body. Quickly, I was moving toward my own orgasm, when I heard that annoying voice again.

<Don’t forget, she has to orgasm, too!>

<Hasn’t she orgasmed enough already? I want to get off!>

<Just one more orgasm for her. Just to be sure!>

Well, the Countess was paying me, so I reluctantly took control of myself, pulling my excitement back under control and concentrating on Fluffy’s responses. She was approaching Nirvana, eagerly, lustfully, and expectantly raising her hips, meeting and matching my rhythm with all the energy and enthusiasm she could muster. The room was filled with sounds: her contented moans, really sounds of her unknowing defeat, and my grunts signaling my triumph and victory. I carefully observed her responses and timed myself until she was crying out each time I drove into her, the cries of a woman approaching a climax. Her flesh was stretched tight around me, pulsing and squeezing, clutching my penis as it grew even larger. I was nearing my release. Relentlessly, my lunges began speeding up, driving deeper into her, growing in intensity, rhythmically caressing her vagina and clit, drawing her closer and closer to consummation as her passion built. Both of us felt the heat of our joining increasing! Her face wore an expression somewhere between wonder and terror, but Her other leg wrapped itself around me, and finally with a long, choked, passionate scream, she came, experiencing for the first time, a male-induced vaginal orgasm. My motion faltered, as she clamped down on me, her internal muscles pulsed, spasming uncontrollably, seizing me, grasping, clutching, clenching, holding! Her back arched, driving her sex upward and onto me, engulfing me as her whole body rocked in an intense climax. And I vigorously pressed into her as deeply as I could, reached Nirvana myself, and poured hot gushes of my seed into the condom and directly through the condom and into her vagina, tubes and unprotected womb, filling her with potent ‘baby-making’ semen!

Even though Fluffy had already orgasmed several times that evening, her erotic convulsions went on and on. Finally, the climax passed and both of us lay panting in each other’s arms. Our pounding hearts began to slow, and eventually her vagina relaxed around my manhood. I lay motionless, still inside of her. It was a perfect fit!

I had earned my commission! I was in her pants. And the incredible lust I had felt for this girl ever since I first saw her was temporarily gratified! She had voluntarily given herself, relinquishing her body, her honor, her virtue, . . . her virginity. She had surrendered it all to me, freely, willingly, and unconditionally

And my sperm was eagerly swimming upstream, enthusiastically seeking a receptive target.

Who says you should never mix business and pleasure?

Chapter 7: Sudden shyness

My mind was anything but in a thinking mode when I heard, <The ‘lubricant’ is forcing an egg to ripen in her ovaries. Soon the egg will be released and with your semen present, nature will take its course. Keep her there and we’ll give your sperm a chance to find that egg.>

< “She keeps saying she wants to go home.>” I responded. <“I’m not sure how much longer I can keep her here.”>

I could actually feel the smile in the Countess’ voice. < “Use your imagination! I’m sure you can find some way to distract her and to keep her there!”>

Although I was softening, I stayed in Fluffy as long as possible, enjoying the after-spasms of her climax.

Fluffy was basking in the afterglow. She had never known such gratification. Her climax was like ocean waves on the shore: waves that came over and over again. She had always felt somewhat feminine, but now, she felt more like a woman that she had ever felt before in her life.

Finally, I was too limp and had to withdraw, rolling to the side. Her eyes widened feeling my semen dribbling from her as I pulled out. Her hand darted between her legs, and with a terrified voice, she declared, “Did you use the condom? I’m all wet!”

I had to think fast. Trying to sound patient, I explained that the condom around an erect penis is ‘sealed’, but when I became softer and didn’t withdraw, there had been some ‘leakage’ around my no longer erect member. But all of the leaking was outside of her, so she had nothing to worry about. She seemed somewhat skeptical but decided that I knew more about it than she did, so she accepted my explanation.

She raised her hand before her face, her eyes widening in recognition. “There’s blood.”

I nodded. “It’s your blood! Your virginal blood. It’s from your broken hymen!” She continued staring at her cum-covered fingers that were lightly streaked with red. “It’s proof of your virginity, your innocence.”

Almost as if in a trance, she responded. “My virginity. It’s gone. And my innocence. My honor . . . “

“Are you sorry?” I asked.

“Noooooo!” She threw her arms around me holding me close. “I love you! You’re my man! I’m glad that it was you who took my virginity! I love you!” she repeated making me feel a little uncomfortable at her childlike trust and naive faith in me. But I quickly put these feelings out of my mind. I had been paid to do a job. I had done it. And a stiff cock has no conscience! Lying on may side, I casually caressed her breast.

Fluffy suddenly blushed deeply as she realized that she was virtually naked before me! Shyly she tried to cover her body. She pulled her blouse over her bosom, covering her breasts and buttoning the middle button. Then she pulled the sheet up in front of her and drew her knees to her chest.

I smiled, but made no attempt to interfere with her sudden modesty.

“Are you all right?” I asked. “Is something wrong?”

Blushing an even deeper shade of crimson, she dropped her eyes and whispered, “I’m naked. And you’re a man . . .”

I caressed her cheek, pushing a loose lock of hair behind her ear and whispered, “Yes. You’re naked. Almost. But you don’t need to be a prude. I’ve already seen you. I’ve touched you and kissed you all over.” Her blush increased.

“We’ve made love: we’re lovers.”

Without lifting her eyes, and after a long hesitation, she nodded her head.

“Don’t hide yourself from me,” I implored. Slowly, I ran my hand along her arm until I came to her hand holding the sheet. Then, gently, very gently, I grasped the sheet and slowly pulled it from her. Reluctantly, she loosened her grip and allowed the sheet to be drawn away from her. In her haste to button her blouse, she hadn’t completed inserting the button into its hole and the button had come loose. Slowly, I slid my hand up her torso, separating her blouse and bra in the wake. Eyes still downcast, she didn’t move as I spread her blouse and bra apart, revealing her bare breasts to my audacious eyes. Each hand gently enclosed a smallish breast, again rolling both of her nipples slightly between my fingers. Fluffy moaned, her lust getting the better of her once more. I leaned forward, kissing her gently.

“We’re lovers now, Fluffy,” I whispered against her cheek. “There is no need to hide from me any more.” I captured her chin in one hand, raising her face until she looked at me. “Naked is the natural state when a couple is making love,” I reassured her. Again, I kissed her lightly, rolling her nipple once more. “Take off your blouse and bra.”

Her eyes changed from yearning to dejection.

“I really should go home . . . “ she murmured, trying to look away. I held her chin until her eyes came back to mine.

Gazed deeply into here eyes. “Take off your blouse and bra. Do it for me!” My fingers gently grasped her breast a little tighter. “I want to see you, to look at you. All of you! Let my eyes feast on the woman I love!”

And slowly, she sat up and peeled off her blouse. Moments later, the bra slipped from her shoulders.

“And your skirt . . . .”

Her eyes, never leaving mine, she unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt. Her thumbs slid under the waistband of her skirt, pulling it downward. She had to move away from me to remove it. Once her skirt was gone, she kicked off her shoes and peeled off her socks. There was desire in her eyes. She was no longer hiding from me.

Shyly, she knelt before me, her knees together, her hands on her thighs.   I asked her to separate her knees and feet. Shyly, downcast eyes, she complied.

I reached out to touch her matted, dripping pussy and she blushed and turned away. Gently I slipped a finger into her, ascertaining that there was plenty of cum there. At my finger’s intrusion, she stiffened and instinctively drew back. Then she relaxed and allowed my digital penetration. We had made love!   She had decided not to ‘hide’ from me. And if I wished to use a finger to penetrate her, she wouldn’t refuse me my pleasure.

Timidly, she reached out and touched my penis. And gently, she grasped it, for a moment, before she drew back, breaking the contact between us. Then she gingerly, moved her hand to her own sex and explored it slowly.

“You know more about my anatomy than I do,” she commented. Finding the entrance to her vagina, her finger entered. “Oh, I found it!” She hesitated, withdrew her finger and looked. “But I’m wet inside too!”

“That’s natural!” I explained. “It’s because you generated a lot of lubrication. You must have a very strong libido!” Fluffy accepted this explanation.

Chapter 8: Again

Nude and kneeling before me, Fluffy was absolutely enthralling! The blond hair on her head was matted and was no longer parted or neatly curled at her shoulder, but the smoldering blue eyes and full-lipped mouth were still dazzling. The sheen of sweat covering her entire body made her look even sexier. Her wet, hairy pussy, dripping our combined juices was both a turn-on and a distraction at the same time. Her smallish breasts, tapering waist, and delightfully round ass made her a knockout. She would look good wearing anything, but kneeling there spread and nude, I wanted nothing more than to throw her on her back and take her again. But I held myself in check. The Countess wanted her humiliated. When this was over, she would be more humiliated when she realized the she had willingly given herself to a man who had fucked her, simply because he had been hired to do so.

“I really enjoyed . . . making love with you . . .” I whispered.

“So did I,” she whispered back.

“I’d like to do it again!”

She smiled. “So would I!” Kneeling naked before me, she was freely displaying everything she had before my eyes. She whispered, “I really would! But I’m sore! And I’m exhausted: too tired to really enjoy it. I need to go home and rest. Then . . .” She left the word dangling.

The Countess had instructed me to keep Fluffy here. And I couldn’t think of a more pleasant way to spend another half hour or so. So, I moved beside her and put my arm around her. We kissed and, after only token resistance, she let herself be drawn down on the mattress again. She lay, limp and docile, her eyes looking at me beseechingly. Her small naked breasts rising and falling rhythmically in time with her breathing, her no longer erect nipples still jutting upward. She was the picture of submission. Once more, I enclosed her breast in my free hand and I felt her tremble again beneath my touch. My touch was both weakening her and encouraging her at the same time.

Fluffy figured her powers were already gone, temporarily at least, so why not? Just so long as she didn’t get pregnant. Lying on her back, her small breasts had flattened against her chest but her swelling nipples were exciting. Bending her knees and tucking her heels beneath her, she was invitingly exposed. The nearer knee lay on the bed, pointing toward me, separating her legs and opening her to me. Consciously or unconsciously, she was placing a pleasant temptation before me. The corners of her mouth turned up in a sly smile, almost coaxing me.

I slit one knee over hers, between her thighs.

Timidly, she grasped my manhood in her hand, awestruck as it grew and hardened beneath her touch. We were both naked. Once again, Fluffy’s dream of marrying a decent, hard-working man came to mind.

I buried my hand between her legs. . . . where she was spread and helpless and vulnerable. I played games with her, first with my hands, then with my mouth on her glorious nipples, increasing her readiness for sex once more.

She writhed on the bed beside me.

I moved over her and continued playing games with her, this time with my cock raising her to an even higher state of excitement. She was panting beneath me.   And suddenly, she put a hand on my chest, gently, but firmly stopping me.

I raised a questioning eyebrow, and she rasped, “Condom . . . .”

I rolled to the side, tore open another packet, and handed the condom to her. She rolled it on me quickly, with a minimum of fumbling. She was learning! Her skills were improving!

Fluffy lay back flat on the bed again, she drew her wrists up to her shoulders, hands relaxed, palms up and watching me with eager anticipation, an insecure smile flickering around her mouth. I took my time. She had said she was sore, and I didn’t want to cause her unnecessary discomfort, so I was as gentle as I could be.

For a second time, I straddled one leg. Then took the far leg and lifted it up, draping it over my shoulder, opening her womanhood. Fluffy was effectively pinned to the bed. I had all the leverage. I stimulated her sex with a feather-light touch, continuing to play with her body. Fluffy’s position was totally vulnerable and any resistance she might wish to offer was doomed to total defeat. This gave her the ability to rationalize to herself that she was unable to offer any opposition.   If she should change her mind, she had no options of resistance. And her sex was totally at my mercy.

But resistance didn’t seem to be a consideration for Fluffy. She had freely and willingly given me her virginity! And she had forfeited her powers to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh with me. Sore or not, she simply wanted to make love! And make love she did!

Knowing the condom was in place, she opened herself even wider as I took my position on top of her. Slipping between her legs again, I continued working over her clit, tickling her, bringing her closer to another agonizing orgasm of submission. But as I worked her over with my penis, she experimented with her own hip thrusts, doing her best to tantalize me! Her pussy flirted with my cock, teasing it, caressing it, then pulling away, only to come back and tease some more. When I moved between her lips, entering her frantic crotch, there was a moment’s hesitation as her fear surged up within her again. But I pressed deeper into her, and there was nothing she could do. She started bucking and squirming so much that I had to really lean forward to keep a hand on her breast in order to control Fluffy’s thrashings. I held a position of total control over her. I tweaked her nipples. And that was enough to send Fluffy into screaming spasms.

"Noooooo. Uuuuunnngggg!!! Oh, gawd, nnnooo. Uummmm!!! Ooooooowwwww!!!" Fluffy screamed. I smiled and let go of her breasts as Fluffy's body exploded in orgasm. Her body arched as every muscle tensed up and her pussy blew. For a moment she seemed suspended off the bed, frozen in mid arch, barely able to catch her breath. When she collapsed on her back, Fluffy’s mouth was open wide from her labored breathing. As she started to come down from the explosive orgasm, her body twitched involuntarily, and she gasped for breath.

I let her leg slip off of my shoulder, and began pumping into her again. She was too tired from her own orgasm to actively participate, but still, slowly, I was able to bring her to a most satisfying orgasm, almost at the same time I came in her.

“This time, please,” she whispered between breaths, “pull out before the condom ‘leaks’”. Knowing that my semen had already passed through the condom, I complied with her request.

Lying next to the overwhelmed hunter, I cuddled and gently caressed her, whispering ‘sweet nothings’ into her ear. We both were tired, sweaty and spent. But she nuzzled her face against me, her arm wrapped possessively around me. And softly and tenderly I gently caressed her hypersensitive breast and nipple. This sent new waves of mini explosions twitching throughout her body.

Chapter 9: The duck’s in the oven!

Orgasmic bliss! That’s the only way I can describe it! Lying beside her, one arm around her, the other caressing her, I felt totally relaxed, and perfectly contented. She had turned into me and snuggled her face against my chest. Just as I was about to doze off, my relaxed state was interrupted once more.

<A sperm has found her egg and penetrated it! We’re almost there! Now, all that’s left is for that fertilized egg embed itself within her uterus! Then I think the term is ‘preggers’!>

I smiled. I had accomplished what I had brought her here to do! And if the Countess’ words were true, I would soon be earning a bonus.

But, also, I was growing quite fond of this little pet. She fucked like a minx! She was like the proverbial virgin who goes man crazy once she’s met the cock! Maybe I’ll keep her around after I’ve completed the Countess’ assignment. I was enjoying this dim-witted blond, who was thinking with her hormones, not her head. She would be a marvelous sexual plaything, and I would like nothing more than to keep on banging her, pregnant or not!

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In her dreamy peaceful state, Fluffy was dreamily reflecting on the night’s activities. And on her relationship with the man lying beside her. He is definitely the present. And she hoped that maybe he would turn out to be the future. Her future!

After she got some rest, Fluffy decided, she would tell Glenda she was quitting as a hunter. She had found something better to do with her life.

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“I really have to go home,” Fluffy said again, nuzzling my chest. “I have to rest. Tonight has been great, but I really have to go.”

<NO!”> came the Countess’ strident voice. <KEEP HER THERE! Don’t let her leave!>

Both Fluffy and I were barely able to keep our eyes open. And the prospect of slow, languorous sex early in the morning when we were both rested but still half asleep sounded very appealing to me right then.

“Stay with me, tonight!” I suggested. “We can both get some rest. Then in the morning, I’ll take you home.”

Fluffy wiggled in my arms. “Mmmmm, I’d like that, lover,” she replied, “but I really have to go home. If I stay here, I won’t get any rest.”

“I promise, if you stay we’ll sleep. Then I’ll take you back tomorrow. EARLY tomorrow,” I emphasized.

“It sounds lovely! But, no! I’ve got to go!”

<KEEP HER THERE!>

I figured what the hell, and started to caress her again.

“No! I can’t! I ‘m so tired . . . “ Fluffy whimpered. “I’m sore . . . I need to rest . . .”

Nevertheless, she responded. I gently started to light her up with little kisses around her breasts. I caressed her tits, then leaned over and lightly licked the nipple nearest to me. It quickly engorged and stood up sharply. She moaned a little, then ran her hand across her chest to support her breast and ease my access to her nipple.

Her mind and lips kept muttering about having to go home, but clearly her only reality was a void between her legs wanting to be filled. That’s where paradise was!

Then I nuzzled her neck and she shivered, and her nipples crinkled even tighter. Then I ran my hand down her belly in little circles, lightly. Her arousal was obvious! Her pelvis began to rock and she separated her legs slightly. Her hips rocked invitingly. I stroked down to her pussy, playing with the lips a bit, then ran my fingers over her moistening slit. I heard a little moan in the back of her throat.

Her wet, hairy pussy nestled back into my hand. "Ooooooo." I watched her eyes flutter. Her juices seeped through my fingers as I massaged her vulva.

Fluffy reached down and took my hand, trying to pull it away, but by now it was quite a one-sided battle. Fluffy tried to pull her knees together, but the effort was too much for the worn out hunter.

“Come on, you’ve been here before,” I urged. “Relax!” I nuzzled her hair back from her face.

“I love you,” she whimpered looking at me with lust-hazy eyes, her thighs relaxing. “And I can’t refuse you! But I don’t think I can cum again,” she admitted. “I’m so tired, you’ll have to do all of the work! But, I want to do it again, too. I want to feel you cum inside me. It feels so good to have you inside me! I love you!”

“Are you still afraid?” I asked, teasingly.

“Noooooo!” she purred. “You’re not to big for me at all, I know that now. We fit together perfectly. I know you won’t hurt me.”

I cringed at the reference that I wouldn’t hurt her. Before the evening was over, she would be very hurt! And I would be the cause of it! Hurt, and disappointed, and betrayed!

Continuously I worked very slowly, gently sucking nipples, kissing her pubes, licking her clit, raising her tired body toward climax and backing off, only to raise her again and back off. Finally she whimpered that she was too tired to continue, and would I please put on a condom and take her.

I did. Fluffy moaned contentedly with each thrust, and raised her hips to meet me as much as her exhausted body was able. She seemed to love making love, even though it was mostly my game at this point.   She gave satisfied moans each time I penetrated her especially deeply, with an occasional “yes” murmured. It looked like she wouldn’t have the energy to orgasm again, but she was enjoying my attentions and efforts.

“I think that you’ve always needed was a good working over, someone to fuck some sense into you.” I whispered between thrusts. “And I’m just the one to do it to you.” There was a brief frown as she recognized the disrespect in the words, but her body immediately took control of her consciousness.

I felt my orgasm approaching again. It felt good! Fluffy was good! This bimbette showed real promise in bed, letting me feel her response to me even when she was too tired to move!

Fluffy gasped: a feeling of queasiness rushed through her. Suddenly, she felt even weaker, as if certain reserves of her hunter strength had suddenly left her. She lifted one hand to her forehead. The dizziness quickly passed. But her insides were tingling in a strange, different way. She glanced around the room, realizing how vulnerable she felt in her weakened condition.

<It’s happened!> the Countess seemed to scream into my head. “The fertilized egg has imbedded itself in her uterus!> The Countess was absolutely gloating! <She’s pregnant!>

<If you say so,> I replied, <but let me finish before you interrupt again. Please!>

I heard a very contented, self-satisfied response. <As you wish. You’ve earned it! Take as long as you like. Enjoy yourself!>

I was enjoying it! I let myself slow down until we settled into a serene a pace that was satisfying to both Fluffy and me.

“Oh, that’s nice!” Fluffy whispered, beginning to become more active. “Nice!   Nice! Nice! Keep doing thaaaaaaaaaaat! Uuuuuhhhhhhhh!   Yeeeeeeeesssss!”

Her verbalizations turned me on! If course, it had been necessary for me to become aroused to a certain extent to perform as I had so far. But her moanings were really getting to me! Duty had become pleasure!

Sliding in and out of her was quite easy since she was so wet from all of the fucking we’d already done. But I took hold of her shapely butt and continued to ride her lovingly and rhythmically. She gasped with each particularly deep penetration. I encircled her breast, squeezing it at the same time tweaking her hard nipple. This was met with an intake of breath. Her nipple was sticking straight out, so I pulled her nipple forward so that I could suck on it.

“Ahhhhh . . . oh . . ., they’re so sensitive . . . .” she moaned. My lips and tongue devoured her nipple, and she rolled her head back forth, muttering, “You’re so goooood!”
She was lovingly running her hands over my shoulders, back, down to my hips, caressing me, petting me, loving me!

I was approaching a climax. I doubted that she would be able to orgasm again, but I gasped in her ear, “I’m cumming!” and I started bouncing in and out of her faster as I rushed toward orgasm. Suddenly, I stiffened, screamed, and exploded deep within her.

Fluffy made a keening sound as she joined me in a mutual orgasm. Hers was a gentle, satisfying, fulfilling climax. Helplessly, she twitched with pleasure as wave after wave washed through her plundered body. Her belly quivered on the inside as her body overloaded her senses and she collapsed. Meanwhile, I enjoyed pouring what was left of my cum into her through the condom.

We both collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs. I remained inside of her and our breathing returned to normal. I had completed the job the Countess had hired me to do. And in the process, Fluffy had turned into a real dream! She was putty in my hands. There were no rules or taboos between us. I could mold her to do anything I wanted! And I wanted to keep her as my own personal pet for a while! And since she was already pregnant, there was no reason why I couldn’t continue to use her captive body for my own pleasure! At least until I got tired of her or her belly began to get in the way.

<Countess, are you there?> I asked.

<Of course! I wouldn’t miss Fluffy’s . . . initiation . . . into womanhood for the world!>

<If Fluffy is really pregnant, as you say, then you’ve accomplished your goal . . . >

<So . . . ?”>

<“Well . . .”> I started, a little hesitantly, <I’ve grown rather fond of her. She’s becoming one fabulous fuck! If you’re through with her, I’d like to keep her for a while.>

<”You?> I heard incredulity in the Countess’ voice. <“You want to keep her? I don’t think so. That doesn’t fit in with my plans.>

<But you said you were only interested in getting her pregnant, in humiliating her. You’ve gotten what you wanted. Now let me have her.>

<“Without the aftershave lotion, she won’t have any interest in you.”> The Countess sounded annoyed. Her tone was one she might use if she were dismissing a tiresome servant. <“She’ll walk away and won’t even give you the time of day. If anything, she’ll be totally pissed off at you for depriving her of her powers. That’s not a good idea!>

I thought for a moment. <“Maybe I can purchase enough aftershave to last for a couple of months?> I asked. <By then I should be growing tired of her. And that will be another humiliation for her.>

< “That’s ENOUGH!>

Chapter 10: The Countess appears

Suddenly the door burst open and the Countess barged in with four men who could only be described as thugs.

“You’re mine, Fluffy!” the Countess crowed, ignoring me completely. “You’re pregnant and your powers are gone forever!”

Both of us were astounded at this sudden intrusion.

“That’s impossible!” Fluffy said trying to push me from her.

Suddenly, I was grabbed by two thugs and pulled off of Fluffy and dragged to the other side of the room. The other two thugs grabbed Fluffy and dragged her to her feet holding her before the Countess. We were both buck-naked, and I had a used condom still dangling from my penis. Fluffy tried to resist the two thugs holding her, but she had no strength, and was totally exhausted from our ongoing sexual activity. Although she had just received a shot of adrenalin, she couldn’t summon up enough power to do anything other than some ineffectual tugging of her arms. It was like being drugged. She couldn't feel her powers at all.

"You're pregnant, Fluffy! We did it! You will never be a threat to any of us again!"

“I can’t be pregnant!” Fluffy objected. “It’s not the right time of the month. And we used a condom!” Fluffy gave me an imploring look seeking confirmation. “Didn’t we?” I could only answer with a chagrinned shrug. And slowly in dawned on Fluffy that maybe our sex had not been the ‘safe sex’ she had thought.

But still, Fluffy didn’t know how it was possible for her to be pregnant, but somehow she suspected that the scummy creature confronting her might have somehow succeeded, reducing her to nothing! If she were pregnant, she would never again be able to battle the forces of evil as a hunter. And if she was pregnant and a captive of the Countess, Fluffy knew that whatever was ahead of her wouldn’t be pleasant! The Countess would never even consider giving Fluffy a quick death. That was not the way she treated her enemies. Fluffy feared that if she lived, her life would be to provide continuous entertainment to the Countess, who was extremely gifted in finding new and exotic ways to torment her prey. Maybe Fluffy would be a demon’s fuck toy. Or maybe a punching bag.

Her emotions sank to the floor.  Fluffy was defeated. Banished from the field forever. The two thugs held her arms pinned to her side. Fluffy didn't have the will to fight them.

The Countess laughed out loud and replied, “You have been my greatest foe! Now, I have defeated you in the most humiliating way imaginable! We’ve fucked your power out of you!” The Countess burst out with demonic laughter as she continued to gloat.

Dumbfounded, I stood watching at this maniacal display from this madwoman. She sounded absolutely crazy. Maybe what Fluffy had said was true. Fluffy was obviously without any particular power of any kind. And from the way the Countess was acting, possibly the Countess was one of the enemies that Fluffy had described who simply wanted Fluffy de-powered so she could . . .

The Countess moved up to Fluffy, who was still naked. To my astonishment, the Countess slid a finger between Fluffy’s legs and into her. Fluffy cringed and tried to pull away, crying, “Don’t do that!”

The Countess, stroked Fluffy’s face with her free hand and smiled at the girl.

“What’s wrong?” the Countess asked. “Why are you upset? After all, it’s not as if you’re a virgin . . .” Fluffy blushed. Even in defeat, her blushes were entrancing.

"Far from it..." the Countess added with sarcasm. (Fluffy had reddened at that cruel barb but she knew the words to be all too true.)

The Countess withdrew her finger from Fluffy’s vagina and lifted it to smell it and taste it. Then she wiped the fingers over Fluffy’s lips.   As Fluffy turned her face away in contempt, the Countess dropped her hand to pat Fluffy’s flat abdomen. “You lose!”

The Countess smirked! "What a fitting end for you. All these years, you've tried to put a stake in me, but it looks like you just got your pussy staked! Now, you're weak!    And your snatch is filled with cum. This is what happens to little sluts who think they can defeat me."

“That’s enough!” I shouted, pulling against the two thugs who were holding me. “You wanted her pregnant and humiliated! You’ve got that! There is no need to abuse her like that! Enough is enough!”

The look on Fluffy’s face broke my heart. My words had shattered her dreams. I could see her spirit and soul dying as she heard my words and realized their import.

The Countess gave me a withering glare, then turned her attention back to Fluffy.

“It would be a pleasure to kill you now and be rid of you forever!” the Countess said, brandishing her flashing canines that somehow I had never seen before. Then, pretending to contemplate, the Countess continued, “Or, I could convert you . . .”

Fluffy blanched at this suggestion.

“But I think I’m going to keep you around for a while, exactly as you are!” the Countess concluded. “I have a lot of . . . friends . . . who have a score to settle with you. Yes, I think we can have some fun with you! Indeed, you will provide us with amusement for quite a while!”

The Countess stepped up to Fluffy until there were only inches between them. The Countess’ hand flashed out, grabbing Fluffy’s crotch, brutally shoving two fingers into the hunter’s vagina. “And if you think you’re sore now,” the Countess snarled in Fluffy’s face viciously shove her fingers deeper into Fluffy, “you’ll be fucked until your bleeding twat is raw as hamburger! Oh, we won’t fuck you to death, I’ll be sure of that. But you will find out what sore really is!”

Again, withdrawing, the Countess wiped her moist fingers over Fluffy’s face. “Vampires have certain characteristics, some of which you know and some of which you don’t. For example: many vampires are incapable of obtaining an erection . . .” Fluffy already knew that, “. . . and some are able to . . . shall we say . . . function normally with mortal women.” Again, Fluffy knew that.

“But did you know that some vampires can obtain and sustain an erection, but are unable to achieve orgasm?” Fluffy didn’t know that. The Countess continued, “That means, of course, that they can . . . service a woman . . . continually, never needing to stop and rest, never achieving orgasm, simply . . . continuing . . .” The ramifications were not lost on Fluffy. Again, the Countess shoved a finger into Fluffy.

“Indeed,” the Countess concluded, “I think you’ll really learn what it means to be sore!”

Fluffy lurched, pull an arm free and struck the Countess in the chest. Normally, her fist would send opponents flying across a room, but the Countess stepped back, withdrawing her finger from Fluffy. The Countess laughed! "Did you enjoy that?” the Countess gloated. “You’ll never be able to hit anyone harder than that ever again! Your purity has been the source of your power. You're not so tough now that your purity has been fucked out of you and there’s a baby in your snatch!”

An ugly smile crossed the Countess’ face. “Ah, yes, the baby! That baby will provide us with even more fun! We’ll have to be sure that nothing bad happens to the baby . . . at least not before he’s born!

He’s born? It’s a boy! I’m going to have a son!

“Too bad it’s a boy,” the Countess sounded regretful. “If it was a girl, we could have so much more fun, abusing her. But with a boy . . . .” The Countess took a deep breath.

“Still, it will be a pleasure fucking you as your belly grows, as your breasts fill with milk. Yes, I will enjoy watching you being raped throughtout your pgrgnancy! But, of course, we’ll take the baby from you as soon as he’s born!”

“I guess we’ll have to just raise him and teach him about us. Then when he’s 18 or so, hopefully he will be as sexy as both his father and mother are!” Again, the Countess moved close to Fluffy, almost nose to nose. The Countess whispered to her captive: “Then we’ll convert him, and we can use him as a prize stud for hundreds of years! We’ll carefully train him so he’ll be able to seduce even the most discriminating of women.”

I broke away from the mugs that had been holding me and threw myself between Fluffy and the Countess. “Stop this!” I shouted. “Nobody said anything about killing her. Or torturing her. Or abusing her baby. He’s my child, too. You just said I had to knock her up. I’ve done that. Now let her go!”

“Go away, little boy,” the Countess said, impatiently dismissed me with a gesture. “You’ve served your purpose. Now let us get on with ours”

“I won’t go away!” I shouted, pushing the Countess away from Fluffy. “ I like her and want to keep her! Let her go!”

The two thugs had caught up with me and started to drag me away, but the Countess held up a hand. They released me, backing away. She smiled at me. “Oh, my! Aren’t we macho today? Or is it ‘buff’? I can never remember. All right, if you insist on trying to interfere with us, we’ll have to accommodate you! Are you ready?”

Fluffy’s voice cried out behind me. “Stop, Countess! Let him go! He can’t harm you!”

I didn’t know if Fluffy realize that I had been the Countess’ pawn, and that my actions had been dictated by the Countess’ checkbook rather than my natural affection for Fluffy.

In any case, I wasn’t sure what the Countess had in mind, but I nodded, ready to draw upon the nasty skills I had learned in the military to fight the Countess and her four thugs if necessary.

“Don’t do it!” Fluffy screamed behind me. Her voice was almost hysterical.

With a smile on her face and narrowed eyes, the Countess lifted her hand with a finger pointed upward.

“Don’t!”

Slowly, even melodramatically, the Countess lowered her hand toward me until her finger poi

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