Spike ran his pointer finger up the crack of her ass, and forced it two knuckles deep into her tight pink star. Her ass clenched involuntarily as he did so. And a thrilled pixie landed upon his squirming finger, riding it like a bucking bronco. He then crammed two fingers of his other hand into her insanely taut pussy and fondled her inner erogenous zone.
Keaira kneaded his ass she suckled his cock with her fleshy lips and unyielding tongue, working him deeper and deeper into her soft throat, until her lips were kissing the very base of his shaft.
Spike did not thrust as he desired so badly, for fear of asphyxiating her with his thick manhood.
Keaira must have sensed his self resistance. She pulled away and shouted up at him. "Donâ??t treat me like a fucking virgin! Fuck my mouth like you fucking mean it! I want you to choke me with your massive cock!"
Spike was not about to argue with her. And he was surprisingly aroused by her vulgar demanding. So when she had succeeded in working the entirety of his hulking cock into her throat again, he began to thrust. He was slow and cautious at first. But when she showed no sign of displeasure, he plunged deep into her supple throat with more and more force.
She began to gag and cough as he fucked her throat raw, but she did not attempt to pull away. She seemed to love it. To reveled in it. Her flower flowed with sweet nectar that he happily lapped up.
He continued to lick and lash her clit, finger her taut slit, wiggle his pointer in her tight pink star, all the while thrusting hard into her throat, slapping her face with his scrotum, until finally her every muscle contracted and she shivered in climax.
All the pixies squeaked and fell upon the bed as though they shared her satisfaction.
Had it not been for that shot of passion endurance, he didnâ??t think heâ??d been able to resist exploding into her gagging throat. He may have to sneak another shot if heâ??s going to make it passed two more orgasms.
Still hanging upside-down, Keaira snapped her fingers four times in quick succession, pointing at a suspended chain with each snap. The four long chains dropped onto the bed into a coil, two on either side of him. Each of them unfurled and slithered over the sheets. In unison they sprung, wrapping around his wrists and ankles. He fell onto his back and the chains reached under the bed and clasped the bed posts: He was pinned to the bed spread-eagle.
Keaira dropped forward onto the bed and twisted around to face him. She sauntered toward him with a sexy gait and purred, "Iâ??m going to fill my cunt with your immense cock. But first Iâ??m going to drink from you."
Spike gulped. "Well I guess a vampire has got to do what a vampire has got to do. But do you think I could have another goblet of wine first?"
"What type of host would you think I am if I denied my guest a drink?" She stepped forward to stand over his chest. "Of course in your present situation a goblet will be of no use to you." She held her palm aloft and winked. A goblet of merlot materialized between her spread fingers. "Now open up my pet."
He opened his mouth and closed his eyes, spiking the wine with two shots of passion endurance. He wanted to be damn sure he passed her trial of three. There was no telling how long she would keep him imprisoned here if he didnâ??t satisfy her sexual demands. He should have known better than to follow a goth chick home.
Spike opened his eyes as Keaira placed her stocking shod toes upon his bottom lip. She slowly poured the goblet over her knee, letting the wine filter through her lavender thigh-high down her leg and into his mouth. He gulped hard again and again to swallow as much as possible. In spite of his effort, plenty ran down his chin.
Flinging the goblet aside, Keaira dropped onto his chest and kissed the merlot from around his lips with obsession, then licked his chin clean before following the wine down his neck. She snarled like a voracious wolf as she sucked his throat with fierce exertion, as though she scarcely restrained herself from tearing him apart.
Keaira jammed two fingers in his mouth and pinned his tongue. With her other hand she flailed a gleaming fingernail before his eyes, and then gashed his chest with it.
Spike heaved his shoulders instinctively and shouted a defunct bawl of pain.
Keaira licked and sucked his bleeding chest in fervent elation, moaning and growling and grinding her crotch against his thigh. She took her role-playing more seriously than he had ever.
Blood dripping from her lips and smeared across her cheeks, she clutched his throat and squeezed as though she meant to end him. He gagged and she kissed him in a rage of bloodlust. Only when he began to convulse and his eyes rolled back, did she finally release him.
Wide eyed, he gasped for air. And Keaira burst into a fit of haughty laughter. This bitch is fucking crazy!
When he had finally caught his breath she ceased her manic outburst. She pecked his lips with a kiss. "Youâ??re so cute when youâ??re terrified."
Spike replied with a sneer. "Iâ??m glad youâ??re having so much fun."
Smiling at his subdued anger, she sat up and licked the remaining blood from her lips. "Delicious." Then wiped her face clean with her arm-warmers.
She glanced down at his half-swollen member and looked disappointedly at him.
He asked with a defiant tone, "Whatâ??re you gonna do about it?"
She held a palm to her heart and spoke with an air of arrogant surprise. "Me? What are you suggesting?"
"Oh, than youâ??re going to remove these chains?"
"No need." She whistled and the prancing pixies swarmed over his cock and balls. They licked and humped in delirious ecstasy. It was a curious and pleasant sensation. He rose to full salute almost immediately.
With another whistle, Keaira banished them and they retreated to frolicking through the air all around the bed.
Keaira rose onto her knees, shimmied forward, and hovered over his erection. She took his dick and rubbed it gently back and forth between her feminine folds, teasing him. "Tell your mistress what you desire."
His blunt response spewed forth without thinking. "I want you to sit on my dick."
"Truly? I donâ??t believe you." She squeezed his prick with an expression of warning. "Beg me." It was a command.
"Please. Please sit your sweet perfect pussy on my cock. I want you so fucking bad. If it werenâ??t for these chains, I would take it by force without mercy."
Keaira smiled with wicked satisfaction, and then eased herself down, her taut slit slowly engulfing his cock.
Spike closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide with a long moan. Her sheath was virgin tight.
Keaira constricted her vaginal fissure and screamed. "Oh fuck! Your cock feels so good! It feels so fucking good deep inside me!" And she slapped him hard across the face.
Spikeâ??s eyes shot open. "What was that for?"
"If you donâ??t want to look me in the eyes while I fuck your cock, then you can stare at my backside." Without waiting for a reply, she spun around in one fluid movement, and began to ride his dick in the reverse cowgirl position.
She wailed in pleasure as she worked her beautiful ass up and down, her luscious pussy traversing the full length of his rigid manhood, again and again. Gradually, she sped up her tempo, bouncing her perfect bubble-butt up and down, her firm cheeks slapping loudly.
Spike was mesmerized by her rebounding rump. He strained against his bounds. He wanted to squeeze and spank her ass so dire. He felt he may loss his mind to a primal insanity of covetousness. That he might burst into furious bellows at any moment.
Keaira looked back over her shoulder as she continued to spring her bottom up and down. "I was trying to punish you for your disrespect." Her eyes rolled back as though reaching another climax. "Oh fuck, your dick is so huge." She slowed her bouncing and opened her eyes. "But I think you like my backside more than my eyes."
"You have no idea how right you are." He tugged against the chains and shouted. "Free me now!"
"No." Keaira twisted into a side-saddle cowgirl. "Iâ??m not done with my torturous play just yet." She moaned and closed her eyes as she rode his prick at a cautious rate. She was clearly holding back, prolonging his torment and cultivating a hunger within him that grew more ravenous with each stroke of his dick.
Attempting feebly to distance himself from his swelling madness, Spike took notice of the dark music, and wondered if Keaira bounced to the pace of the melody, or if the music harmonized to her rhythm.
Keaira twisted again, now facing him while leaning back on one hand. She used her free hand to spread her vaginal lips and massage her clit. He could not look away as she rode his cock, her legs flapping open and close like the wings of a butterfly in flight.
Pausing for a moment, she placed both hands behind her for support. Then crossed one leg over the other, before continuing to ride him, her succulent pussy tighter than ever.
Feeling he could handle no more, Spike relinquished to pleading. "Please my mistress, free my hands so I may pleasure you. I beg you. Please."
"Since you beseeched me so nicely. Iâ??ll give you one." Keaira spread her legs into fluttering butterfly wings again. Then snapped a pointing finger at his right wrist. The chain released and bounded back into its previous midair suspended placement.
Immediately Spike thumbed her sensitive button with a steady and rigorous speed. His touch was too much for her. Keaira wailed and quaked in orgasm after only a few seconds.
And again, all the pixies squeaked and fell upon the bed, sharing in her pleasure.
After a few moments of heavy breathing, Keaira climbed off him. She snapped a pointing finger at the three remaining chains and they released him. Finally he was completely free.
Keaira pointed to the stone wall with a stern expression. "Put your back to the wall and remain still. Or I will bind you again."
"Yes my mistress." He obeyed, realizing he was not truly free yet.
She came to him and dropped to her knees. She took his cock into her mouth and suckled him until he was rock solid again. It only took a moment.
Keaira stood, kissed his lips softly, and then turned her back to him. She leaned forward, gripping her knees and arching her lower back. She pressed her ass to his groin and wiggled her cheeks, rubbing his dick between them.
Forgetting her command to remain still, Spike grabbed her hips. He pushed her forward, then jerked her backward with an accompanying thrust, driving his cock deep into her taut pussy.
Keaira turned around at once and smacked his dick before slapping him across the face. "You will obey!"
Stunned, Spike replied. "Yes mistress."
She turned around and bent over. Reaching between her legs, she gripped his cock and backed up against him, shoving his dick into her slit with a long moan. She stood erect and reached over her shoulder with one hand, taking hold of the back of his head. She worked her hips, sliding his cock in and out, in and out, with a sluggish pace.
Spike balled his fists, resisting the urge to seize hold of her and fuck her with all of his might. His lustful lunacy intensified further.
Keaira continued her slow humping, moaning softly as she went. And again when Spike felt he could endure no more, he begged. "Please my beautiful mistress. Please give me free reign to pleasure you as you so rightly deserve. Please."
She turned back to him and licked his cheek. "You may not thrust, my pet. But you may do with your hands whatever you wish."
Free use of his hands was as good as permission to thrust.
He filled his palms with her breasts and gave them a squeeze. Then clutching her breasts tight, he yanked her backward, smacking her ass against his thighs, again and again. His rigid manhood plunged in and out of her tight pussy, over and over again.
Keaira craned her neck around, pulled his head close with one hand, and kissed his lips with astonishing zeal. She kissed him as though he were an oasis in hell. Finally she released his tongue from her sucking mouth and gazed into his eyes prayerfully.
He knew the look was the blessing he had been waiting for. So Spike slid his hands from her breasts to her hips, and thrust into her harder and harder and harder. Yet he had not even begun to tap the tremendous sexual tension that had been mounting within him.
Keaira cried. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" And she trembled in climax.
And once more, all the pixies squeaked and fell upon the bed.
Without waiting for Keaira to catch her breath, Spike ran the fingers of his right hand into her hair. "Thatâ??s three. Now I get mine."
He clutched her hair in an unyielding fist, threatening to tear her scalp. She let out a yelp as he yanked her upright. With his left hand he seized her waist, as with his right he drew her head back as far as possible. He walked her to the bed and bowed her over hard, smacking her face into the sheets. Then released her hair and gripped her wrists tight.
Keaira looked back over her shoulder wearing a grin wild with angry passion. "Itâ??s about time you stopped treating me like a fucking little girl."
He pulled her arms behind her back so she could not escape him, nor call upon the chains to bind him again. "Daddy is going to give his bad girl a vicious spanking she wonâ??t soon forget." He pressed her legs together using his knees.
Keaira clenched her ass, realizing what he was preparing to do. She screamed, "Donâ??t you fucking dare!" But her heated expression could not hide the excitement in her scarlet eyes. She had obviously tormented him for so long, knowing he would ravish her once freed.
"Donâ??t worry. Itâ??ll only ache until Iâ??m finished." With one hand he restrained her wrists. With the other hand he took his rigid member, sopping with feminine juices, and buried it between her ass cheeks. It was tighter than anything he had ever imagined or dreamed possible. It felt so unbelievably fantastic it almost hurt.
Keaira shrieked in a paradox of pain and pleasure. "Fuck!"
The purple pixies fluttering about, zipped through the air in a race to hide within the folds of the silk sheets. And the murder of menacing raven cawed loudly and ruffled their feathers in agitation.
Spike slowly drew back until only the head of his cock remained inside her. She looked back at him imploringly, her eyes already wet with tears, and pleaded. "Please stop!"
He drove into her with a solid smack. She screamed and threw her head back.
He pulled back and hit her again, and again, continuing at a steady pace. Keaira shrieked with each thrust. "No!"
Recognizing that he wasnâ??t going to stop, she fought against him, twisting and wiggling and attempting to tug her arms free of his severe grip.
Her struggling only served to thrill him more as he thrust deliberate and deep. All the while keeping her thighs pinned together with his knees, for maximum tautness. She was so extremely tight his whole body shuddered with each hammering stab of his throbbing manhood.
When Keairaâ??s resistance slackened and her shrieks lulled to crying moans, Spike steadily sped up the tempo of his drumming. Both Keairaâ??s screams and the gothic metal amplified in conjunction.
Keairaâ??s revived screams became muffled as she bit down on a mouthful of silk sheets. Her screams soon turned to agonizing groans as she ground the sheets between her teeth.
Still, Spike felt he couldnâ??t thrust as deep and as hard as he desired. Not with her ass clenched and his knees working to pin her legs. He wanted full unrestricted access. He knew, like a wild stallion, he had broken her. He only needed to pull the reins tighter.
Spike pulled out his solid prick and Keaira breathed a groaning sigh of relieve. She spit out the sheets, and with heaving breaths, she questioned. "I didnâ??t feel you cum?"
"Thatâ??s because I didnâ??t cum, not yet." He climbed onto the bed, gripped her by the waist and pulled her forward easily due to her light weight. He sat on her backside as he gathered pillows. Then gripped her hair tight with his left fist and enclosed her throat with his right hand threateningly. "You do what Daddy tells you now. Or Iâ??ll give you a real reason to cry."
Tears glistening upon her cheeks, she spoke in a childish whimper. "Yes Daddy. Iâ??ll do whatever you wish."
Her cherubic response, both her address of him as Daddy and her submissive tone, meant she had succumbed fully to his dominance. He had no doubt this was what she had truly desired from the inception of their erotic encounter, if not knowingly, then subconsciously.
"Thatâ??s a good girl." He released her tussled hair and her throat, rose up onto his knees, and stuffed the pillows under her so that her lower back was arched with her soap-bubble bottom propped up in the air. "Now cross your legs, grab your ass with both hands, and spread your cheeks for me."
Keaira obeyed him without protest. Reaching back and gripping her cheeks, she stretched her ass wide as though presenting her swollen rosebud as a majestic gift to a royal knight.
Spike slid down, gripped her firm thighs, and kissed each of her reddened cheeks, sucking and licking and nibbling fervently. He then gently tongued her pink star. She cooed in her youngster voice. "Hmm yeah, Daddy. Ooh, youâ??re so naughty."
He felt he could happily spend days with his face planted between her cheeks. Though after a few minutes of indulgence, he forced himself to move up onto his knees and position himself for reentry.
Cock in hand, he slowly drove the head of his dick between Keairaâ??s spread cheeks. And she let out a whine more pleasure than pain. Her previous clenching and resisting had only made it more painful for her. She might actually enjoy it this time.
He took a hold of her slim waist and paused. "Tell me what you want."
Keaira spoke with her childlike voice again. "I want you to spank my hiney Daddy. Spank my hiney raw. Spank my hiney until you explode."
He replied to her wish by gradually shoving the whole of his stiff manhood into her. He thrust ever so slowly so he may savor the immense delight of her crown jewel. Also so Keaira may enjoy it. And her quivering moan confirmed her satisfaction.
He pulled back slow until only the tip was submerged, then plunged unhurried again. He continued to drive in and out, in and out, at this leisurely stride as he held her waist. And Keaira continued to reply with quivering moans of approval and girlish cries of, "Ooh yeah Daddy."
After several blissful minutes of piercing her vice-like ass, again and again, Keaira beseeched him in her juvenile tone. "Spank me harder Daddy, spank me so hard. Please, Daddy, Please."
"Well since youâ??ve been such a good little girl, okay." Spike lowered himself atop her, slipping both arms under her, one to grip her slender shoulder firm, the other to seize her hair tight and turn her head sideways. He licked and sucked and groaned into her little ear as he worked his hips, driving into her a little harder and a little harder, quickening the rate of his deep thrusts a little more with each plunge. And Keairaâ??s cries grew in volume accordingly, until she was screaming with the full capacity of her lungs.
Spike paused for two heartbeats to grab Keairaâ??s black cotton panties with purple edging, and shoved them into her mouth to stifle her insistent screams.
He proceeded to pound and pummel and pulverize her tight ass in a feral state of passion, roaring with exasperated jubilation as he thrashed her so unmercifully. He beat and hammered her taut bottom, unleashing all his pent-up sexual aggression, until finally Keaira spit out her panties and screamed. "Oh fuck Daddy! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Iâ??m going to cum!"
Her body convulsed below him in a seizure of ecstasy. And Spike howled in rapturous euphoria as he expelled his hot load with the violent force of a discharging plasma-cannon. He would not be shocked nor ashamed if he found she had died at the moment of their climax. For the intensity with which he erupted within her had surely drawn the attention of all the libidinous gods and devils.
He lay there atop her, breathing heavy, his heart pounding, with his cock still buried between her ass cheeks. His mind was pleasantly blank with the high of flooding endorphins.
After his breath had returned to him, his heart rate slowed, and his consciousness reemerged from the post-orgasm heavenly void, Spike opened his eyes lazily with euphoric exhaustion and rose from the bed. He was bemused to find the alchemic circle, tattooed upon Keairaâ??s back, smoldering like burning incense. It emitted swirling wisps of violet smoke and little burning cinders.
The purple pixies all gathered around again, groping and softly biting each other in excitement. What has simulated them so?
The blood-red ivy reached from the decaying stone and twisted around his arms, legs, and torso. He was wrenched backward and pinned to the wall.
Keaira rose from the bed, her back still toward him. Her muscles rippled and her smoldering alchemic tattoo spewed violet smoke that whirled around her in a cloak of haze. It withdrew tight to her body and formed into a black and violet corset dress. Her choker, matching arm-warmers, and her thigh-high stockings had all morphed into intricately detailed silver, embedded with luminous amethyst gemstones and bristled with jagged spikes.
Keaira spun around, her purple pointed fingernails ready to slash. Her breasts had swelled to twice their original size and were bursting from her dress. A shadowy halo, like a possessing demon, besieged her body. Her scarlet eyes flared bright. Her jet black hair with crimson tips danced as though charged with electricity. Her little ears stretched to bat-like points and two stubby black horns sprouted from atop her head. Her soft mouth opened in a hiss and her canines grew into sharp gleaming fangs.
Spike shouted in surprise. "Youâ??re a fucking succubus!"
With a supernatural velocity, Keaira lunged upon him and buried her fangs in one of the major arteries aside his jugular. A burning sting ran up his neck and into his mind. He writhed in agony. It felt as though every cell of his grey matter was being dissolved in acid. The auto-disconnect function, which should have been triggered by his critical pain, had somehow been subjugated or countermanded. A cyber-death within the Metaverse causes an intracerebral-aneurysm: A fatal seizure.
Consciousness began to fade to a hazy gloom of blackout. Spike was faintly aware of being liftedâ?¦carriedâ?¦set down upon the bed. His sight flickered so what he witnessed seemed to skip forward in jerky movements.
Keaira returned to her original appearance. She slashed her left nipple with an amethystine fingernail. Scarlet blood dribbled down her breast. She cradled him in her arms and pressed his mouth to her bleeding bosom.
"Drink. Itâ??ll stop the pain." Her voice had taken on a motherly quality. "Itâ??s okay. I fed just before bringing you here. You must drink."
Blood seeped into his mouth. It tasted surprisingly sweet. He sucked weakly and hot syrup streamed over his tongue and down his throat. His mind cleared and his strength returned. His cock began to engorge.
Keaira caressed his cheek with a soothing hand. "Drink more."
He nursed from her slit nipple and life force flowed freely. A warmth bred in his abdomen and spread throughout his body. His muscles pumped with superabundant strength. He felt he could run, leap, and fight with inconceivable force. The sweet scent of night flowers on the breeze suddenly became richer, somehow more real. Keairaâ??s heart beats became booming thunderclaps. He opened his eyes as he continued to suckle her breast, and found his vision had enhanced many fold. He watched the dancing pixies and could see every minuscule crease of their flesh. An intoxicating vigor rose from his core and he experienced both an exceptional exuberance and an intensifying lust to feed on moreâ?¦neurogenic-energy.
"Shit!" Spike leap with wide eyes. "I thought neuro-vamps were only a myth, like cyber-ghosts. How can this be possible?"
"The meta-virus reawakens and reprograms the dormant nano-machines that remain after the neural interface implantation."
His mind raced with such potent dynamic. "But the nano-machines are organic. Theyâ??re broken down naturally after all your neural-pathways are united with the interface."
"The government claims theyâ??re organic and biologically produced." Exclaimed Keaira. "But thatâ??s a blatant lie."
"How can you know this?"
"It took me a long time to discover the truth. And I had help from my older brother."
"Why would you do this?"
"There is a reason neuro-vampires hunt in packs. And even a second-gen cannot survive alone. For we are also hunted."
Spike didnâ??t want to think just yet about who or what hunted neuro-vamps. He asked, "Why did you choose me?"
"No family. No friends." She scanned him up and down with a pleased look. "A nova body. But most importantly, an angry thirst for more."
"Are you, or should I say, were you a hacker?"
"Only a neophyte, though as you have just seen, I know how to create an avatar. My guru, the Etheric-Monk, sacrificed himself for me. He was an Elite, but there was just too damn many of them. He commanded me to flee. But I didnâ??t want to leave him. I wavered in my escape, and I was bitten for it.
"The first-gens will feed on you until you are left in a permanent vegetative-state, due to extensive brain damage. So there are very few second-gens.
"I can feed without passing the virus, and without causing permanent harm, if I desire."
Thinking of classic vampire lore, Spike asked, "As my maker are you also my master?"
Keaira smiled jovially. "No. Iâ??m your mate. Thatâ??s why I tested your sexual stamina. And I have to admit, Iâ??ve never had so much fun."
If it werenâ??t for the amazing high he was riding, he knew he would be in a state of utter shock. But the fact of the matter was that he wasnâ??t dazed. He was excited.
"Well then, now that we have played, let us hunt." A devious grin split his face and his eyes radiated with vengeful wrath. "And I know the most deserving asshole to be our first prey."
Keaira smiled eager, and then kissed his blood soaked lips.

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