The Lorde, the Vampre & The Faerie

*Based on a true story

A story for my curious little darling; may magic fill your dreams my dear.

Once upon a time,
There came a night where the skies were clear and the air crisp,
The Lorde and his Vampre conversed in the moonlight,
Soaking in the freshness of the night
Reveling in the passion that consumed them.

The tink tink tink of a tiny bell pricked the ear of the Lorde,
The brilliant face of a shy little faerie appeared from beneath the veil,
A smile crept across the face of the vampre, who delighted in her beauty,
The faerie saw the smile of the Lorde and his vampre,
She saw their passion and longed to be consumed by it,

The Lorde needed only glance at his vampre,
And she knew his desire,
Gracefully and with great patience the Vampre began to cast her spell,
She welcomed the faerie with open arms, and fangs hidden,
Beckoned for the tiny little creature to join their converse,

The golden hair of the faerie softly glowed,
She entered the moonlight,
And a twinkling from the depths of her eye,
Began to creep forward as she addressed the Lovers,
A fire had been lit in her.

"M'Lorde, M'Lady,
For too long I have stood behind the veil and watched you from afar,
Your passion is enticing, your love mystifying,
I have longed to be with you many a night,
But have been kept from you for I know not how you care for faerie"

With a warm embrace and genuine smile,
The vampre welcomed the faerie,
"With all that is within us, we welcome and embrace you,
Come to us, fair creature, and know our love,
We will not take from you, but you may ask what you will"

Knowing what had been offered he faerie paused,
She blinked, just for a moment and took a deep breath,
"Most gracious Miss, I thank you for your welcome.
I long to be known by you pair, in every conceivable way,
And have come to ask for you to take me."

The Lorde smiled, for he knew,
His Queen, his lovely Vampre,
Had worked her magic and bewitched the young faerie.
The Lorde rose from his thrown and with a single syllable,
Beckoned "Come."

The two beauties rose from their seats;
They followed the Lorde to his chamber.
With a swift point he commanded the women unsheathe.
The fangs of the Miss thrust over her simpering lips,
Like switch blades being thrust open before a fight.

She stripped herself of all cloth,
Save that of her deep blue corset and the shorts of midnight black,
For a Lady must remain demure.
Fair faerie removed her gown and stood exposed,
Presenting herself to her Lorde and Lady and awaiting judgment.

Circling around her, examining every inch every crevice,
The Lady scoured her.
Her smile widened as she found the faerie flawless.
The Lorde, having seen his Instrument confirm perfection,
Stepped closer to the refined beauty.

His gently rough hands ran over the Offering,
Gently stroking her skin, caressing her breasts.
Running his fingers through her luminescent hair.
His hand clenched at the root of her head,
Pulling taught the hair and securing his puppet.

The knees of the faerie weakened and bent,
Her skin prickled with excitement, lips dripped with desire.
A small gasp escaped her grinning lips,
And she surrendered.
Melting into his control.

The good Sir looked upon the faerie,
Then upon the excited face of his Vampre,
He saw her devotion to him,
Saw that she waited for him to allow her
To play with the delicate creature in their midst.

His heart filled with affection,
His captain was well trained,
Patient and obediently,
She waited.
He resolved to reward her diligence.

The Vampre stood grinning,
Awaiting the direction of her Lorde,
She longed to beat the little creature,
Flog the virgin flesh that enticed her so.
The desire beaming from her eyes awaiting permission.

"Yes." said the Lorde with a soft grin.
The Lady conjured her tool,
A large heavy instriment,
Black, with long falls of tough leather,
A devious toy, for the training of such little things as the Faerie.

The Lorde walked his puppet to the stage,
"Arms together above your head dear, and show me your lovely backside"
Rear swaying back and forth, the Faerie complied,
Her soft supple rump called for a lashing,
The Lady Vampre answered.

Thud after thud,
The lashes struck.
Each eliciting a soft moan from the little Joy,
and a straining towards her Miss,
"More...more" soft whispers begged.

A soft pink crept across the lightly tanned skin of the Fae,
The falls painted blush across her ass,
Creating a tapestry of painful pleasure,
Telling the story of her lust and the Vampre's glee,
Lash after lash, brush after brush.

The time came when the Vampre could no longer keep her hands off the soft flesh of the Fae,
She swooped in closer,
Caressing the raised lash marks,
Running her cool fingers over the warmed marks and slickened cunt,
Admiring the magnificent work of art that swooned for her.

Slap...
Slap...
Slap...
The hand of the Miss fell upon the tiny creature,
Swooning and moaning, slickening and blossoming the Fae's excitement grew.

Slap...
Slap...
Slap...
The hand of the Miss found it's mark,
Lusting and grinning, lips glistening and mouth watering the Vampre's desire swelled.

Slap...
Slap...
Slap...
The hand of the Miss reddened flesh,
Throbbing and oozing, stroking and perking the Lorde gazed upon his delight.

"Enough"

The voice of the Master called out to still the hand of the Miss.
With glowing eyes the Vampre turned to her Lorde and smiled.
The smell of arousal was thick on the air,
Filling nostril and titillating tastebuds.
The time had come.

With patient hands the Miss wrapped her arms around the pretty Fae,
Running skin over skin, wrist over breast,
Hand slithering over body to throat,
She pulled the tiny body against hers as she grasped the throat,
Capturing the free-spirited little Faerie.

Their bodies moved together,
Pressing and grinding against one another.
Vampre kissed the neck of Fae and all breath quickened.
Nibbles and bites snipped at throbbing vein,
And slowly the two found their way to the waiting cock of the Lorde.

Strong and hard,
Long and thick,
The cock of the Lorde stood erect.
"Kneel, pretty darlings"
His voice cooed.

On bent knee with mouth gaping,
The women took their place at the Master's feet.
With heart beating fast Faerie tasted the Lorde,
Savoring his member,
Feeling every bump and vein as it passed through her mouth to her throat.

Miss watched her enchanted slut delight in her Sir's cock,
The view, was magnificent.
Sir grunted softly as she tasted him.
Miss could not stand to wait any longer,
She joined the slut, sucking and licking along his shaft.

As mouth met mouth around his cock,
Their eyes met.
The fire in their eyes was the same,
And in that moment they were entangled.
Their lips longed to embrace.

The Lady moved her hand to the cheek of the young beauty,
Caressing her jaw line,
Fingers slipping behind skull,
She pulled her into her,
Gently tilting head, and she kissed her.

Passion and lust surged through the kiss,
Melting the heart of the Fae.
Lips pursed against each other,
Hands ran freely over each other,
Caressing and groping.

Lorde smiled down on the lovers,
Treasuring his wife's enchanting nature,
Reveling in the sexy exchange he was master of.
The Lady, sensing his stare,
Drew herself back, and gave a pleading glance that asked simply "May I?"

He nodded his approval.
She drew the Fae to her,
Lifting her up and spinning her round,
Pulling the little creature atop her,
Losing herself in the moment.

The Faerie ground her hips against her Miss,
Opening her glistening cunt to her Sir,
"Take me" she begged.
He thrust his member into her deliciously tight slit,
Pushing every inch, every morsel into her.

A soft moan escaped her lips.
All thrust, and rocked as they fucked.
Sir slipped his cock from one cunt to the next,
The Lady and her pet kissed and groped and sucked at each other.
Wave after wave of sweet orgasm washed over them.

A switch of position.

Grunts and moans,
They fucked.

Touch and feel,
They fucked.

In and out,
They fucked.

Sir pulled Fae atop him,
Kissing and caressing her,

Fae ground against him,
Passion consuming her,

Miss sank her fangs into her sweet sweet cunt,
Licking and sucking,
Fingering and biting,
Slapping and pinching,
She took what she wanted.

The night moved on without the brood,
Night turned to day,
And reality slipped from view.
Pleasure and pain merged,
Fucking and sleeping merged,
And the enchantment of the night swept the three into a land of bliss and ecstasy.

The End