Last Caress: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines
By Dmitri Storm
Anton had grown tired of his parents’ parties. Same people, same conversations, even the “scandalous behavior” that always erupted when someone or another drank too much had begun to feel routine.
Anton sat by himself, trying to nurse his glass of vodka and to be invisible. He was failing at both. He brushed off old accquaintences and social climbers trying to sell their daughters to him.
He was about to truly upset his parents and leave for bed when he sighted a young girl he had never seen before.
She was radiant with her long, black hair set against her pale skin. She broadcast her disdain with her blue dress that was most deliciously out of fashion, and contrasted that with antique jewelry that showed she had enough money to be fashionable, but chose not to. Anton found himself moving towards her, staring at her and imagining what a lovely prize she would make.
She looked up and smiled at him demurely. “Oh, hello.” she said in a sweet, gentle voice.
“Anton Hradny, m’lady. A pleasure to meet you.” He kissed her hand, winning a giggle.
“Princess Alzbeta, charmed.” Princess Alzbeta, such a perfect name for this creature of mesmerizing beauty.
“Listen Princess, I have been taught from a young age to take what I want. I want you. I believe in passion, not courting and I…” .
“Are you asking to fuck me, Anton?” Alzbeta asked, smiling
He stammered “Well, yes, I was…”
“I want you to fuck me too.” She stared at him with eyes that Anton would do anything to make happy.
Very soon, they were in Anton’s room. Alzbeta lay on his bed. Anton feared he might finish before he even undressed her. “Shall we begin with poetry my dear?” He asked sheepishly.
“I’m a very special kind of woman. I long ago gave up any idea of pretense, or foreplay. I just want your cock inside me.”
The Princess began to undress, and Anton was surprised when he saw a string of pearls firmly hugging her sex. He was about to ask, and before the words came out, she replied. “I have promised… my family… to leave those in place for the evening. But that’s alright, I want you to fuck my ass.”
Anton blanched. “Don’t worry, you’ll like it, it’s tighter and may give you more pleasure. Just promise to tug on my pearls while you fuck me.”
Anton had never acutally slept with a woman before. He was not expecting to meet Princess Alzbeta. When he did he expected to make love the way he had read about in so many novels, not in a girl’s asshole while she pleasured herself with pearls. Anton looked over and saw the Princess bent over on his bed, presenting herself to him like a dog.
Anton was unsure when another woman would come along he was even remotely interested in. He approached her and took his own clothes off, throwing them to the floor.
Anton mounted the young princess. She had rubbed some of the fluids from her other opening into her asshole and Anton slid in easily. He couldn’t believe it, outside was another stupid party thrown by his parents, and he was in here losing his virginity to the most beauitful woman he had ever seen. Alzbeta guided him through the process, telling him to grab her hair as he penetrated her and begging him to spank her from time to time.
“Talk to me Anton.”
“What?”
“Degrade me, debase me Anton. Tell me how low, how disgusting I am.”
This was an area Anton knew he would excel at.
“Harlot.”
“More.” She insisted. “I cannot enjoy myself unless you tell me how dirty and bad I am.”
“Whore, slut, bitch.”
“Oh yes Anton, please.”
“Do you know what kind of woman fucks a man she’s known for half an hour? Whore is too kind a word. You’re a dirty disgusting whore.” Anton’s passion inflamed, he began to get creative.
“I’m glad I’m fucking your ass, you don’t deserve for me to touch your filthy little cunt.”
“Oh God yeees.” Anton saw one of her hands playing with the pearls between her vaginal lips, rubbing against them with more and more intensity.
“You’re probably not even a real princess, just some disgusting streetwalker in a dress she stole from a real lady.”
Alzbeta began to scream. She was orgasming. Anton had made a woman orgasm. He hadn’t expected it to be so loud. Alzbeta nimbly pulled herself from his cock and spun around. She pushed Anton down on the bed and her mouth sunk down to his cock. Alzbeta expertly sucked on the shaft that had so recently been inside her hindquarters.
Anton could not control himself and moaned in pleasure. One of her hands stroked him up and down while the ther toyed with her pearls, as her mouth moved up and down again and again, all the while her haunting eyes looking up to him. He came inside her mouth very quickly. She pulled her mouth from him, kissed him on the forehead. Anton could not shake the feeling that something had been stolen from him, that in taking his semen this strange girl had also taken a piece of his soul.
As they lay there, Anton panting and exhausted, his parents burst into his room. They looked at their son and at the disheveled woman lying next to him.
“Anton!” Lady Hradny said “We heard screaming and came here because we thought you were in some sort of trouble.”
“He is in trouble.” Lord Hradny chimed in. “He doesn’t know how much trouble he’s in.”
Alzbeta kissed him on the forehead. “Farewell, Anton, and thank you for feeding me. We shall never meet again. You have given me life for a little time, and I hope I have given you life in return.”
As his parents advanced towards them, Alzbeta gathered her dress from the floor and disappeared in a cloud of mist. All three Hradnys watched the mist leave the room through the window and stayed silent with each other for half an hour.
That was the night Anton’s life changed. His parents threw him out of their home,and he was forced to work for the first time in his young life. Anton signed on with a ship and spent the rest of his life traveling the seas. Anton became a hard, strong man, and slept with many other women. Anton Helzig died a rich and successful man, owning a fleet of merchant ships, the largest of which he named Alzbeta. He had a loving wife, children, grandchildren, and countless children who would never know him or meet him.
But what the odd princess in the unfashionable dress had said was true. He never saw her again.
Immediately after Alzbeta left Hradny Manor, she stood on a hill looking at the large building. Alzbeta began to dress herself, and then felt the tug of the pearls on her sensitive clitoris. Alzbeta spread her dress out on the grass, lay down on it, and pleasured herself, dreaming of the strong arms of her Master.
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