Oh God, she thought and started to suck it eagerly with closed eyes. Her tongue played with the sensitive skin in a fast pace. The grabbing in her hair was now painful, but she didn't mind it. She deep-throated the thick cock and she thought she heard an echoing moan from this, while a finger pinched her hard nipple.

The man, spirit or daemon, what-or whoever it was spurted his hot stuff into her even hotter mouth and she swallowed all he could give. It tasted like the Atlantic and metal, like the purest gold. She was pushed back and he felt his weight on top of her and without a second waiting he rammed inside her tight channel beginning fucking her hard.

"Oh God! Oh God!" she moaned loud with closed eyes when those cunning fingers returned to make fast circles on her swollen clit.

She heard a voice in her head “Oh no, open your door, it's only me...” and she heard a deep laughter. Somehow, this laughter was familiar to her, but she couldn't remember where she heard it. She could have sworn that she knew the owner of this deep voice. But now, all that counted was the poundering inside her and the ecstasy she felt. She couldn't control herself anymore, and this time her secret lover found the mercy in him and let her come.

It was the purest and highest feeling she’d ever felt. The white light of joy blinded her completely as her whole body arched in her sweet rapture and the hotness spread out of her groin with enormous waves and she just screamed and screamed as she came over and over again till she hadn't got any voice and everything went black.

Now, he was quenching his thirst, still pounding her, until with a growl he came and she felt him "falling" on her, his whole weight on her, and she heard a slight panting. She was kissed on the lips and heard a whisper: "Thank you Honey, see you soon". In the next moment, she was alone again.

Viola couldn't come to her senses for long minutes. She was lying there in that very pose. She couldn't move an inch, because her whole body was heavy and exhausted. She couldn't believe what had just happened! Was it real at all, or just a vivid dream? She slowly reached down between her legs and after a stroke she licked her fingers. It was real. She could feel the salty taste of his semen on her tongue.

"What the heck was this?" she asked barely audible with her hoarse voice, but couldn't think anymore. Sleep grabbed her suddenly and she couldn't resist.

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As she was walking between huge trees she looked up at the grey skies. The wind brought the heavy smell of a distant rain, but she had time till it reached the island. She folded her arms in front of her chest and stopped next to a very old and pinny tree, which seemed black in the nightfall. She sighed and looked at the big branches which were moved by the strong wind.

It was time to face the truth: she didn't want to think about THAT thing from hours ago. But she couldn't stop asking herself what that was. After the heated passion was over, she started to fear. Was the castle haunted? Was it a ghost? Or did she ate or drank something yesterday? What was wrong with this building? What was going on here?

She was musing on this in vain. She started to doubt her sanity. She didn't understand what she was still doing here, but she couldn’t go away. It felt as a stronger mind or a higher force took over her mind and was driving it in the direction she didn't know. And she was weak, she just let it happen.

She was wondering where that Viola went who lived on the streets, who fought with everything that limited her in any way. Now, she was just standing there in the stormy wind and was listening to the sounds of the angry waves and the rumblings, till Damien appeared and asked her to go in, because his Master didn't want her to catch a cold. She just sighed and followed the old man.

David was waiting for them at the main entrance, his head bent, wearing all black. A lightning struck very near to them and its light lit an eerie light over the place. Viola could have sworn that Dave had red eyes and strong canines, he was scary. In the next moment, the only thing she could see was the face of a real gentleman, giving his arm to help her climb the stairs. By the time they reached the door it was pouring with cats and dogs again. She looked up at him as he was helping her, and she felt ancient, animalistic attraction to him.

She knew that something was terribly wrong with her and she knew that it was written all over her face too.

"Dearest Viola, is there something wrong?" he asked her while they entered the castle.

"I... I don't really know..." she bent her head and stopped for a moment, struggling with her desire and swirling emotions.

"Did something happen?"

She looked into his eyes, but couldn't read out anything of them. For a moment she opened her mouth to speak then she closed it and continued her way to a large room where Dave led her.

"Yesterday... I think... something happened to me. Maybe just a strange dream, but... anyway, let's forget it..." she sat down onto a comfortable sofa.

“But you have to talk about it, it would ease the burden on your chest.”

Her voice was muffled and dull, barely audible “Last night I think, a ghost visited me.”

“A ghost? Well…dunno, this place is old, so anything could occur. Although, me myself never had an encounter with one. Not one, though I am living here, since a considerable time.”

"Well... you know..." she bent her head and blushed furiously "I don' really know what happened to me... it's a bit blurry... but..."

"But?"

She sighed "...it felt good, but it was strange..."

"What happened exactly? I can't get it" he asked sitting there with the greatest calmness, only a faint smile was hiding in his eyes.

She was counting the folds on her trousers, but suddenly jumped up and went to one of the big windows "I... I can't do it! I... I just can't say it, I don't know what should I think and talking about it is so... so embarrassing!" she tried to control her voice while stroking the heavy curtains and looking out into the dark rain.

He didn't ask more. He left Viola in a turmoil, but decided to visit her tonight again. He was satisfied. Viola was great, it was really nice having sex with her. She was passionate. Raw material, true, but this meant he could formed anything he wanted from her. And he had his plans, how his "child" should be. He already saw a full fetched vamp in her and this was only the beginning.

"Alright, Viola. You don't need to tell me what happened" he said on his deep voice "Try to calm down, probably it was just a vivid dream" he stood up and smoothed his dark suit. "Do you want to have a drink with me before going back to your room?" he asked in a calm tone. She looked at him and nodded.

"That would be great, thank you."

She sat back onto the sofa and hid her face into her palms, so she couldn't notice Dave's sly grin as he put something into her deep red wine.

This will help me a bit, he thought and looked at the glass where the white powder started to swirl from his intense look till it dissolved.

She drank it without any further hesitation. She couldn't have an idea but David was a well educated alchemist, owner of a lot of dark secrets and forbidden knowledge. There wasn’t anyone far and near who was more expert of this area. He was a kinda self-made pharmacologist too. What he put into her wine was a sort of "tame the beast" powder. Usually worked on every object regardless species, creature of the physical realm or beyond and its main aim was what was in its name: taming.

After two glasses of the sweet wine - the second one without any powder - and some chatting she said goodbye to the smiling Dave, who looked after her slim figure with dark and satisfied eyes. He saw the first signs of the wine's effect on her. He just smiled and drank the last sip from his glass. He put it onto the table and opened the upper buttons of his black shirt with a sly and dangerous grin.

Viola hardly reached her door, she started to feel rather strangely. She felt dizzy and felt something on her neck, like a collar. She touched it, but felt nothing with her hands. Suddenly her hands were pushed forward and she fell to the bed, invisible handcuffs paralyzed her movements.

It was as if someone moved her by an invisible chain. Her upper body moved towards the bedpost, but her legs were still on the floor, trying to find a solid place. She whimpered in her surprise and felt that something started to rip off her clothes. She wanted to scream for help, but couldn't say a word, in her stupor she wasn't able.

Then something pushed her knees onto the edge of the bed so now her butt and pussy were exposed, while she couldn't move her hands. She propped herself on her elbows and tried to look back over her shoulder, but a hand grabbed her neck and forced her to look forward, while another one stroked her folds up and down.

She wanted to escape, but couldn't even move. Now, she was really frightened. But before she could become desperate, suddenly she felt calmness and warmth. Everything seemed to be okay and in perfect order. She let her violator penetrate her and he started to fuck her hard… again.

The sudden turn of the events started to turn her on. There was still no way to free her hands, she saw everything in a blurry way, like in a dream, but the feeling as the hard cock was moving in and out of her was oh so real! It felt more intense, because she wasn't too wet yet, so she felt as he brushed himself to her sensitive folds every time. She moaned loudly when she felt two strong grips on her bouncing breasts, and she bit her lower lip when the fingers started to roll her hard nipples between them. She screamed a little one when he pinched harder.

"You like it, right?" she heard the echoing voice in her head.

At last she could turn her head just as much to get a glimpse of her host enjoying the joy of love he was taking with force. Viola was sure he knew she didn't mind it, that he is doing the thing this way. It was arousing and surprising. Viola felt that deep, animalistic desire and attraction toward him. She was more than turned on. By now she was moaning and panting as Dave was pushing himself into her hard and relentless.

She continued looking back at him and answered aloud a “Yes'' to his question. She felt her whole body swimming in sweat.

"Dave... David!" she moaned and he needed to look up into her staring face when he heard his name from those trembling lips. It turned him on even more.

"David, please!"

"What do you want, huh?" he grabbed her hips harder, so now it was sure she'll have his marks on her body.

"Fuck me... fuck me harder!" she growled completely out of her mind.

David laughed a sultry little laugh and was growling as his movements became faster and he invaded into her even deeper. He was enjoying it entirely. He was happy that she was game and he could play with her. He knew women well and he just felt under her confident approach what Viola was wishing best, and that was total submission to a strong male.

He watched her moving body, heard the sounds the two bouncing bodies made. He moaned and bent his head backwards for a moment, when she tried to complete a circle with her hips, but he looked back at her again and grabbed her waist strongly, stopping her, being sure she cannot move. Now he rammed inside her even harder. He knew she was screaming from pain and joy in the same time. Dave knew she was very close now and he wanted to see and hear Viola cum, so he placed his right hand onto her wet and throbbing clit.

"Come on! Cum for me!" he growled and in that very moment she couldn't do anything else, her inner muscles started to dance as he wished, squeezing and pulling him in even deeper and she came with a trembling and sweaty body. He heard Viola screaming and this called a deep moan from him as he shot into her hot and extremely wet channel, filling her up with his load.

They panted together for a while. Viola was half-conscious and felt that her hands were free again. She just collapsed onto the bed and felt the cool brush of air on her sweaty body as he pulled out of her, kissing her shoulder-blade and whispering "My little filthy slave" to her. She was still gasping for air as she reached back to her pussy and tasted his semen again. She heard a little laugh as she moaned and with a sudden waft she was alone again, hearing an echoing laugh.

Viola's head started to clear out, she wasn't dizzy anymore. She shook her hands and touched her neck, there wasn't a sign of any chains or collars. She walked out to the adjacent bathroom, where the ancient porcelain tub was placed after her bath and she rang for her maid, who appeared in that very second, as if she had stepped out of the solid walls of the castle.

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She didn't know she was followed as she walked in the dark garden. The air was fresh after the rain, but she was too absorbed into her thoughts to notice it. She felt fear. She realized that something was wrong with Dave. He planned something with her and she was now scared of him. Thousands of possibilities ran through her mind what he wanted to do with her. And none of them were too alluring. He called her his slave! What did he mean by it? He wanted her to be his sex-slave? Or worse? She just wanted to go home and forget this nightmare! Slowly she started to feel she was the castle's and his prisoner.

Now she was deep in the park. An inner garden's gate appeared in front of her. The moonlight was enough for her to see the dark outlines of the bushes and statues. As she stepped in she realized it was the family's graveyard. A chill ran down her spine, but she continued her way. Viola felt her heart in her throat. Did she hear something behind her, or was it just the wind? She looked back but didn't see anybody.

The pale moon was beckoned her to come closer and from behind a group of cypress an impressive white mausoleum was seen. The silver light was dancing on the white marble and as she approached the rusty iron gate, it popped open to her slightest touch with an annoying creak. Her heart almost stopped beating.

She tried to breathe calmly as she stepped closer. The few marble stairs were gleaming in the moonlight, and as she stepped onto the first one, she thought she heard a faint but deep growl. She gasped and looked behind her. The wind played with the trees and bushes and she thought she saw something moving in the shadows. Her heartbeat sped up and she needed to gulp. For a moment she thought she saw a pair of eyes near a bush, but she convinced herself that nothing was there, so she turned back to the building that was holding the tombs of the De Cardonnes'.

No matter how frightened she felt, she was determined to explore the mausoleum a bit more. She entered. It was already six o’clock and it was almost pitch dark, the full moon was rising on the sky, her rays gave an eerie silvery light through the door she left open and painted the white marble tombs to strange colours. Every tomb had a carving, each one different. They were the reliefs of deceased royal family members, most of all were dukes and duchesses.

Viola examined every marble plate carefully. The engravings were blurry at places, the gold frayed out, but she could still read the rotund names. They were dead for a long time. Her host had an ancient family and she could bet that some of them had been really prominent personalities. She entered deeper into the mausoleum and saw a huge gravestone of shiny ivory marble in the middle.

She found it strange and this sentence stuck in her mind, made her think. She was still musing on this when her heart was missing a beat seeing the relief. Without doubt, it was her host’s noble face carved into dead and motionless marble.

She shook her head in disbelief "No, no way!" she whispered to her and gulped a big one stepping backwards. She was shocked and her fear rose when she heard an animal's step from the corner. She didn't think just jumped out of the mausoleum, nearly falling off the steps. She panted as she started to run as far as she could, catching a glimpse of shining eyes from the bushes. She screamed a little one and started to run like mad. Maybe for her life? She wanted to leave the island.

"I want to go home" she was sure he hears her even if she was only whispering.