Castle Mroczna - Mistress' Hunger

Castle Mroczna - The Mistress' Hunger

Katarzyna sipped the latest batch of wine, and her face furrowed in mild disgust.

The woman standing before her, one Elsa Munster, frowned more deeply than they already were, their fears confirmed.

"The batch has gone bad, hasn't it?" Elsa asked.

Katarzyna nodded and sighed in disappointment, placing the glass down on the massive barrel, too tall for normal humans, but convenient for her.

"It has a foul taste. Not as bad as it could be, but that does not matter," Katarzyna explained.

It was rather disappointing news, but it seemed something had gone wrong during the production of the latest wine. Vermin, or some sort of insect or disease that had afflicted the grapes but gone unnoticed. Normally Katarzyna provided some oversight when the next batch of wine was being processed, from the growth of the grapes, to the ageing period.

But lately, she had been hounded by letters and messages from that upstart duke whom she had been engaging in diplomacy with.

Despite her thrall's diplomatic best efforts to manipulate the Duke, the younger noble had seemingly gotten a taste of throwing his weight around, and was trying to make less reasonable demands of House Mroczna, which was eating into Katarzyna's time.

She knew this was a possibility, but this man was starting to grate on her patience, and she only had so much of that.

Meaning she may have to resort to a particular course of action. More overt... but the results would be far more favourable. And it'd be rather fun.

It did leave Katarzyna wondering where the Duke got this sudden change of attitude from, however. He'd been rather simple to manipulate early on, stroking his ego doing a lot of the heavy lifting, and even now it was quite effective. But he had become obstinate, thinking himself a more important figure in the continental nobility than he really was. Perhaps all that ego-stroking was to blame, but correspondence Hector Cruz suggested that perhaps someone else was whispering in the Duke's ear now.

Well, Katarzyna could only figure out who it was and deal with them, or go ahead and lay claim upon the Duke. A more brash move, but at least it would keep him nice and behaved. But that would require time and effort to do so discretely.

Until such a time, this ruined batch of wine was a frustrating development, but at least it was caught early in the ageing process, only put in the barrels a week ago.

They only realised something was off when one of the servants working the cellar noticed an odd smell. And Katarzyna had smelled it too, leaving her rather impressed with that man's nose. It was rather subtle, and it'd take an expert to notice it, an expert with a refined sense of smell. For Katarzyna, her sense of smell was beyond human, so it stood out to her immediately.

Poor Elsa was starting to shift, the middle-aged winemaker perhaps fearing Katarzyna's wrath, but the towering vampire simply pressed a gloved hand to the woman's shoulder.

"Dispose of the wine, make use of it if you can, and we'll start over," Katarzyna ordered. "When you are done here, take your staff and get something from the kitchen, you've earned it."

Elsa nodded, and Katarzyna spied the subtle wave of relief over them.

"Of course, my Lady," Elsa answered, and turned around to fetch the few others who worked with her.

Even after years, Katarzyna's servants still harboured some amount of fear for her. She didn't mind it, it often made more salacious interactions all the more enjoyable, a bit of spice to proceedings. But on occasion, it did bother her, she had no intentions of doing them any harm, and even when her temper flares, she does not take it out on uninvolved parties.

It wasn't the fault of the winemakers. Sometimes things happen.

All the same, the situation had left a foul taste in Katarzyna's mouth, and it wasn't just the bad wine.

The Castle's expenses were covered by trading wine with the nearby villages, and that helped procure things for Dolina Mroku as well. Now that they had expanded their trade with nearby countries and duchies, they were growing a newfound wealth. But that wouldn't continue if they couldn't maintain steady production, even if their wine wasn't the sort to be mass produced. Even premium products for a small clientele wouldn't survive inconsistent supply and production for long.

Really, business was such a draining thing, but necessary for her ambitions, carefully measured as they were.

Katarzyna left the cellar, crossing the castle grounds to the courtyard. The sun was falling towards the horizon, the shadows cast by the battlements slowly consuming the last vestiges of sunlight within the walls.

A chill filled the air, one of her servants rushing past with a quick courteous nod, hugging a shawl tight around them, but Katarzyna was not perturbed.

She smelled something cooking in the kitchen, wispy smoke leaving the vents above the windows, the aroma of garlic and pork tickling her sensitive nose.

A roast. A lovely meal for her servants, and there was no doubt several sides of pork currently cooking in order to feed everyone such a treat. She'd partake as well.

But after the disaster below, Katarzyna was rather craving something else; something sweeter to her than any other flavour on Earth, and a much better substitute for something mildly salty, creamy to boot.

She'd wait until later, after dinner was finished with. She had to gather a number of 'volunteers' to suit her current cravings. After all, her hunger was not something so easily satisfied, and they would have to satisfy a great deal.

For nothing quite got her appetite up like the need to soothe frustration and disappointment. Her daughters knew this well.

But this time, they could not satisfy what Katarzyna was hungry for.

She stood on the upper floor overlooking the lounge, listening to her servants chatter and joke in the dining hall beyond. Normally that great room was reserved for feasts with important guests, as Katarzyna found it rather dour for anything smaller than that, but the head servants had put something together on their own initiative, latitude she allowed them out of trust. And it did well to keep the spirits of the castle's servants buoyed, these times where they could relax and indulge a little.

It would be rather hypocritical of her if she didn't. But truthfully, she'd been observing those who entered the hall to pick and choose what servants she wished to attend to her later that evening.

As she stood there, swirling a glass of some of her personal vintage, Aniela quietly stepped up to the railing next to her.

"" she remarked in the family's native tongue.

"" Katarzyna answered, taking a sip of her wine. ""

"" Aniela teased.

""

"" Aniela continued to tease, earning a chuckle from Katarzyna.

""

They both giggled, and then Aniela loosed a more serious murmur.

"" Katarzyna asked.

"" Aniela began.

"She is a thrall now, like all our servants. She cannot defy us any more than our precious staff down in the hall,>" Katarzyna assured.

"" Aniela admitted. ""

Katarzyna sighed.

""

""

""

Katarzyna turned to her daughter, and cupped their cheek with a gloved hand, smiling softly. Aniela leaned into it, grasping that larger hand and squeezing for comfort.

""

Aniela was quiet, and nodded slowly.

""

Katarzyna smiled, and drooped down to kiss her daughter, their tongues mingling briefly before they parted.

""

Aniela giggled deviously.

""

With that, Aniela bowed graciously, and promptly turned and walked away with the noble, sensual gait of a matron in waiting.

One day, it would be Aniela who ruled this castle, as the eldest of the three.

Katarzyna wondered just what kind of Lady Aniela would become...

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It was about two hours after the servants' dinner when Katarzyna finally sent word to fetch the staff she had chosen to be her 'companions' for the night. Not that they would remain awake for the entirety of it, even if Katarzyna did not plan on what she intended.

For them, it was a few hours off their own bed times, but for her, it was barely halfway through her day.

So she was rather bursting with energy, and a hunger to match.

She had donned a simple silken gown since retiring to her bedroom, the silvery dress flickering in the firelight with every little motion she made, reading an old book whose leather binding was frayed and showed signs of multiple repairs.

It was older than her, and spoke of things many would not be able to make sense of. Even she did not know what every verse was trying to convey, but it rather fascinated her.

There was a knock upon the door, and Katarzyna closed the book gingerly, and returned it to the drawer of a bedside table.

"Come," she called, and the door to her room opened.

Five of her servants filed into the room, quiet, reserved, and polite.

But Katarzyna could see the subtle nervousness on their faces. All excited to spend a night with the Mistress of the House, but concerned about the toll it was going to exact on them.

And all of them were men.

Katarzyna subtly licked her lips as she let her eyes drift between each one, hearing their hearts race, spotting their throats gulp, and smelling their fear and excitement. A mild fear, contrasting barely contained excitement.

They knew exactly what was about to happen. Was that a mark against her? That predictability?

If so, Katarzyna opted to think about it another time. It had been far too long since she had enjoyed more than one man at once.

"Thank you for coming in such timely manner~" Katarzyna crooned, turning to face them, towering over the gathered men.

"It is our duty to serve you, mistress," spoke one man.

Her crimson eyes turned to him, her lips twisting into a smirk.

Jabari Malai, a man with ebony skin and a thick, rich accent. He had come from wild lands far from the south, curious about the world beyond.

But he had found her. And unlike many within the ranks of the servants, he figured out what the Mroczna family was before he ever had a chance to fall prey to them.

And unlike many of them, he offered himself willingly, his cleverness matched only by how enamoured he had become with Katarzyna.

He had been a faithful servant for four years now, and was always in the library when he had time, feeding his hunger for knowledge.

He had a sturdy frame, and a handsome visage, masculine, tempered with a softness to his features, his eyes a striking green. Short black hair clung to his scalp, while the rest of his face was kept meticulously clean and smooth, fastidious in his hygiene.

"My dear Jabari, you always make me smile~" she remarked, looking upon the others.

Her eyes fell on one, and he quavered.

Samson.

The lockpick that had accompanied the thieves that broke into her home nearly a year ago, and falling prey to her personally, while her daughters assailed his companions.

He was dutiful like the rest, but had never quite gotten over that first encounter, the process of becoming a thrall. He was ever nervous around Katarzyna... even if he could not contain his desire either, Katarzyna scenting a faint musk emanating from subtly tenting pants.

He looked much as he did back then. And had proven those lockpicking fingers were quite adept when put to 'other uses'.

The man next to him was a willowy sort, taller than the rest, his complexion that of a slight tan that had since faded and paled. He had rough brown hair, messy and rarely even, his eyes of a similar shade and darting around with an erratic quality to match, but he kept himself still all the same.

Luis Vargas, once a squire for a nobleman, until he fell prey to Kalina one day on an unintentional trip through Dolina Mroku, and decided he might make a name for himself by taking something from the castle.

He had an old cut on his lip from a few weeks ago, gained from working in the vineyard.

Next to him was the one slightly shorter than all the rest, though stocky to compensate. Pale skinned and black-haired, he looked at home in Dolina Mroku, though he had come far from the north. Blue eyes betrayed only slight nerves, but he was always a fairly composed sort, never one to show how nervous he was until the clothes were off and he was at the mercy of the family.

Vernik Magnuson, someone who had broken into the castle for much the same reasons as Samson had, looking for riches and expecting the place to be abandoned. Now he served the Mrocznas instead.

And finally, standing in the middle was the average-built frame Jan Filas, hailing from Dolina Mroku itself. His pale skin was much like Vernik's, but his eyes were so much more piercing than anyone else in the castle, icy blue and strikingly bright.

He had become a servant willingly, much like Jabari, though in Jan's case, it was far more a matter of 'civic duty' than becoming enamoured with Katarzyna or her daughters.

His family had always served the Mrocznas, becoming thralls in the name of service. It was always going to be his turn one day, and last year, after turning twenty, that day had come.

He shifted on his feet, trying to surreptitiously scratch behind his ear, a nervous tick Katarzyna and her daughters had picked up on.

All five stood in waiting, in varying states of nervousness, to Katarzyna's delight.

"I think you know why I have called you here... so let us not waste any more time with formalities~"

With those words, she gracefully shrugged her shoulders and tugged on her gown, letting it fall away from her body, exposing her utter nudity, the silk gliding smoothly across her bosom, hitching for but a fleeting moment as the edges caught on her erect nipples, revealing her skin, more grey in its pallid complexion than even Vernik, but as silky as the gown she had just shed.

It still showed its maturity, slight roughness here and there, but like a fine wine, age had only enhanced her supernatural allure, aided by her enormity.

Immediately, she heard the hearts of the five men race, the musky smell of arousal grow stronger, and their eyes fix on her form; they drank in every bit of her, lingering on her breasts, her silky groin, the fatty curves of her thighs, rump, and even belly.

Jabari was rather taken with her eyes.

And of course, all of them glanced at her lusty grin, and the fangs just barely peaking out behind her lips, knowing the dreadful, ecstatic touch of her ivories would grace them soon enough.

She approached them, and crooned at the increasing pace of their beating hearts, their nerves and excitement serving to accelerate their growing arousal.

She turned, letting her brush a hand across all of their cheeks, Luis unable to contain his murmur.

Katarzyna giggled, licking her lips as she turned to face them again, and slowly backed herself up until she laid herself upon that great bed, head craned up and beckoning to the gathered men with a tempting curl of a finger.

"Come... strip, and let us indulge~"

The five of them did not argue or waste time, quickly slipping out of their uniforms, leaving them in messy piles behind them.

Once they were naked, Katarzyna's eyes widened, and their subtle glow brightened, upon seeing five cocks standing to attention, of varying lengths and sizes. And of course, none sported any pubic hair, shaved perfectly smooth as the family so preferred.

Jan, though his build was fairly average, sported quite the specimen, the other four men glancing at the local's hog with perhaps a little bit of envy.

There would be no favouritism from Katarzyna this night, her hunger was too great for that. She would make sure to indulge in every one of them, until they could no longer continue.

She licked her lips, and her fangs, as the five men approached, crawling onto the bed and surrounding her.

They were well experienced with Katarzyna by now, they knew the way she preferred things; before they brought their cocks to her body, they brought their hands instead, running them along her larger form, squeezing and kneading with practised effort, touching her where she was soft, and where she was firm.

Jabari was particularly reverent as he massaged one of her thighs, those strong hands deceptively dexterous, able to exert the perfect amount of pressure between each of his digits.

Samson was on the other side, his cock bobbing eagerly, though his touch was a little more reserved, not wanting to somehow trigger the massive vampire matron and end up pinned to the wall by her teeth, sapping him dry and breaking his mind with ecstasy.

A delicious thought, but if she was impatient, she would hardly get to indulge.

So she let them continue their dutiful worship, Luis kneading her belly carefully, while Jan grazed along her waist and up her sides until his palms brushed against her breasts, but Vernik was already there, carefully fondling her enormous globes, though restraining himself from indulging too much. They were working on her, tending to her, getting her ready for the 'feast'.

She would give them the chance to sate their own lust soon enough.

They sunk their fingers deep into her pudgy, pliant flesh, the soft fat of her curves yielding, but springy where it mattered, leaving her soft to the touch, but eternally shapely, her breasts splaying and sagging from gravity, but not flattening out too much either, maintaining their shape to a small degree, and proving a little tricky for Vernik and Jan to manipulate, for her size meant those breasts were heavy indeed.

She crooned seductively, appreciatively, and let her hands wander, caressing across bodies of the five reverent men crowding around her, just enough room on the bed for them all.

She took the opportunity to grope Luis' rump, the willowy man groaning and shivering rather intensely from the touch, while Jan received a series of fingertips tracing up along his spine, earning a soft sigh from his lips.

Jabari was murmuring in reverent desire, his great hands leaving no part of her leg in his care untouched and untended. So it was no surprise that his lips were the first to meet her body, a series of soft, delicate kisses along her inner and outer thigh while his hands snaked around beneath her limb.

Samson seemed to follow suit, his lips kissing a little faster than Jabari, more energetic, but more nervous. Still full of desire, but perhaps trying to keep himself from going overboard.

Luis couldn't help himself for ever, gently pushing his face into the plush embrace of her belly, tongue curling against her skin, and then probing around her navel once he slipped his mouth over it, hands still kneading the delightful meat of her belly. He sucked some of her plush stomach flab into his mouth, quickly filling it with her gently curvy belly.

She was not fat proportionately, her physique one of plump, sultry curves, matronly, mature, and devilishly tempting. But compared to him, there was a lot of flesh to fill his mouth.

Jan decided to mouth along her sides, and the edges of her enormous breasts, but left her globes largely alone, creeping up far enough Katarzyna glanced at him licking over her clavicle, and back down again, hands grazing along her arm as it reached over to fondle his ass with a possessive squeeze.

Vernik, meanwhile, found himself succumbing to desire, and leaned in close to plant rapid kisses all around the mound he was presently massaging, slowly working his way towards the cap with sucking kisses and debauched licks of his tongue.

Hands continued to roam across her body, kneading deeply into her yielding flesh, belying the strength that laid within her, muscles of steel beneath those layers of soft, inviting fat, power enough to break any human if she so wished.

Her daughters were deceptively strong too, but nothing compared to their mother's power.

A strong hand slipped between the mattress and her rump, Jabari copping a hearty feel of her plump buttocks, kneading so deeply, his hand almost vanished within the pallid matter of her rear.

Samson started running his lips around her pelvis, wandering close to her womanhood, but keeping clear until any of them were permitted, right now focused on the five-pronged massage.

Luis was oddly focused on her navel, probing his tongue rather deep into the depression, and smothering his face in her soft belly fat, but his hands were creeping everywhere else, even grazing along the undersides of her breasts.

Vernik, meanwhile, lost the battle of wills, and finally slipped his mouth over one of her nipples, and started his gentle, hungry suckling, tongue swirling around that engorged teat, fat compared to him and still a little on the bigger side proportionately. Plenty to latch onto and trace with a roiling tongue, pushing into her breast and quietly slurping.

Seeing this, Jan couldn't contain himself either, and Katarzyna subsequently loosed a sultry gasp of pleasure as she found both of her nipples caught between hungry lips, tugging on her buds as if she had anything to give.

Unlike her daughters, she could not fake the sensation with a few strategically placed bites... not with regular humans.

Though she suspected they would not have minded... it wasn't like her blood did not already flow through their veins.

Their numerous massages continued, encouraged by her croons and her gentle stretches and shifts. Her possessive caresses met all of them, kneading rumps, tracing spines, or brushing across cheeks and scalps, letting them feel the difference in stature by wrapping her fingers softly around their skulls.

They couldn't help moaning themselves, even though they were yet to stimulate themselves. Their lust and subservient desire for their mistress kept them aroused and needy, manhoods bobbing in anticipation.

She laughed softly, and then encouraged them to take things a little further... as she was starting to, one of her hands finding Vernik's manhood and curling around it loosely, gliding her thumb across his glans, and repeatedly rolling his foreskin up and down.

A powerful shudder raced through him, and Jan followed suit when she caught his hefty member, reaching down to caress his jewels with lecherous grace.

Jabari, meanwhile, decided to show his devotion, planting hot kisses along her thigh... until he found her vulva, a comparatively small tongue, but powerful, drawing up the edge of one labia, sliding down the other, leaving her clit alone until he made a pass up between her folds, teasing moist flesh, until he slid over that fat bulb, applying light pressure for now.

Meanwhile, Samson started grinding his erection against her calf, while continuing to caress and massage her thigh. In the eyes of some, that would have been seen as pathetically needy, but Katarzyna rather enjoyed it when men did that. So desirous for her, they could not help themselves. And that her body was such they enjoyed doing it.

She cackled softly, continuing to tease the two cocks in her hand, leaving only Luis, whom continued to play with her belly... until she let go of Vernik's cock and grasped his chin, hauling him up until her lips stole his, sucking him into a deep kiss that overwhelmed him instantly, his eyes rolling up the moment her great tongue invaded his mouth and her lips covered his.

She murmured softly, and he did his best to return the favour, waggling his muscle about and working his jaw away with all the eroticism is intense arousal could muster. All as her hand slipped around to grasp the back of his head, trapping him in her overwhelming kiss, her soft, mature murmurs contrasting with his hot, huffing groans, losing himself to the kiss, his teeth grazing carefully across her fangs.

Eventually, she released his lips and let him wander back... only to have his cock grasped, causing him to rock backwards on his knees and groan as her fingers danced swiftly and gracefully around his rod.

Jan felt his released, all so she could grab his head like Luis' and draw him into another hungry kiss, tongue invading his mouth, letting him taste her saliva.

The kiss made him jerk his hips with need, bumping against the side of her body.

'Patience,' she mused internally. 'You will get your chance~'

Meanwhile, Jabari was treating her to a kiss much further south, starting to shift his tongue around her clit with practised skill, having had many opportunities to hone himself, on her, her daughters, and others within the Castle's walls.

It was enough to make her moan, though truthfully, it did not take much to pleasure Katarzyna. Even crude effort was pleasant if it was genuine effort, and with her servants, their hearts were in it even if their talents were lacking. And they didn't stay lacking forever.

And, naturally, feeling them writhe beneath her, or in the grasp of her jaws as she feeds... that was truly exquisite.

She chuckled deviously, and released Jan from that devilish kiss, letting him rock back, before she grabbed a hold of Vernik's head, finally his turn to enjoy the lust of her mouth. He all but melted before her, going limp the moment her lips clasped tight to his, his tongue trying to fight back, but he barely mustered any energy, save to reach out and hold onto her shoulders as if for safety.

She smirked against his face, her sucking, twisting kisses emanating moist smacking and tempting him to fall yet again.

And like the others, he was released, but Jan and Luis had recovered from the devilry of her lips, and were now grasping her breasts, sinking their fingers deep into the spongy, silky flesh of her bosom, fingers brushing over her large nipples, tugging on her globes and massaging them in every way they could manage. There was plenty for them to play with, each much larger than their own heads. After all, she was naturally voluptuous, but a giant in stature, her eight feet giving all five men much to focus on.

She tempted Jabari from her womanhood, not a difficult task, a hand slipping between his cheek and her thigh, and a simple tug on his chin all that was needed to have him practically floating up to meet her waiting lips, her tongue lolling across them before they kissed, Jabari's rich moan thrumming into her mouth.

He had straddled her waist, so she opted to reward his obedience with the grace of her hand, pumping his manhood slowly, the silky touch of her experienced hands quickly eliciting vigorous bobbing.

Their kiss was as luxurious as it was for the three men before, though Jabari was so bold as to cup Katarzyna's cheek in return. And she allowed him, enjoying the touch of her servants. How reverent they all were.

But soon his kiss too ended, and she let his member go, throbbing as if already yearning for her tender grasp.

Only Samson remained, his turn for her lips.

A quick tug on his head and he was crawling up her body, straddling her hips as Jabari had, while Vernik slid down her body to take Jabari's place between her legs, focusing more upon her clitoris than Jabari had, the dark man manoeuvring around above her to bring his hands to her shoulders, rather broad compared to his stature, but his strong hands were more than enough to massage them.

Samson, meanwhile, almost went limp much like Vernik had, moaning softly and submissively into her mouth, his cock bouncing atop of her belly.

Katarzyna giggled, and brought her hand to his cock, a single fingertip stroking his glans, and drawing a pale bead of precum from his urethra, pushing onto her belly, which she quickly wiped up.

Luis and Jan's efforts were getting more erotic, kneading more enthusiastically, and letting their wandering mouths find her nipples, latching onto them with hungry desire. They started to suck like they wished to feed, lashing her fat nipples with their tongues and painting her areolae in their saliva. She could feel the heat radiating from their groins, enormous desire built up in them, along with the three others.

Samson shivered from the focused teasing upon his tip, following up with a twitch that started at the top of his spine, and raced all the way down and through his cock.

When she released him from her kiss at last, the area around his lips glistened with her saliva.

She brought the fingertip with his smeared precum up to her lips, and teased him with the show of her digit vanishing between tightly wrapped lips as she sucked his flavour clean from her finger.

She maintained eye contact, Samson wavering beneath the sultry, rapacious hunger etched onto her face.

Katarzyna chuckled, and promptly moaned when Vernik latched hard upon her clit, his own hungry suckling matching that of Jan and Luis.

Meanwhile, the heat she felt emanating from Jabari's crotch was driving her mad with desire, so with Samson released from her attention, she brought her hands to Jabari's wrists, her grip enveloping his arms but not restraining him just yet, feeling and holding him in delight as three mouths attacked three different points of pleasure.

She wanted the same, and gradually slid her hands down to Jabari's thighs, grazing across the sides of his torso, before hooking her fingers around his rump, kneading his buttocks possessively, and shifting his position until he was straddling her head.

And those silky balls came to rest upon her lips, warm, heavy with seed. She smiled against them, and without skipping a beat, curled her tongue out against them, teasing along the base of his taint where sack met body.

Jabari moaned, having nowhere to hold onto to balance himself, as Katarzyna's hands had found other things to grab, namely the asses of the two men currently suckling her teats.

Her tongue all but juggled Jabari's dark jewels, polishing them with a sheen of her saliva, her great muscle deceptively dexterous and rolling around them like water flowing around floating wood, bobbing and swirling his orbs about with luxurious, debauched grace.

She felt Jabari twitch, and utter some things in his own tongue, foreign to her, though she knew a few words.

Enough to know he was praising the world for allowing him to find this bliss.

She chuckled, sending vibrations into his sack, exacerbating the stimulation, and further still when she moaned in pleasure, Vernik getting rather energetic with his efforts upon her clit, arms wrapped around her thighs, practically hugging them as he twisted his lips upon her fat bud.

Meanwhile, Jan continued to suck on her nipple, but Luis had opted to poke and prod her breast with his cock, grinding his erection against her supple, fatty globe.

And Samson did something similar on the opposite side, except against her belly, even lifting himself over her so he could rather obscenely grind his helm into her navel.

A strange idea, but she did not reject his efforts, another way in which her body was worshipped.

For this was what this all was; though they surrounded her, touched her, groped her, rubbed their genitals against her luxurious body, she remained in charge. She enjoyed their reverence, the way they desired her, the way they demonstrated their desire.

She was the centre of their attention, their world. A testament to her hunger and her power.

Another laugh left her, Jabari above moaning submissively as he braced his hands against his thighs, cock bobbing enthusiastically from the feast happening to his jewels. And then she drew them into her mouth wholesale, sucking on his sack with as much vigour as Vernik was teasing her clit, her tongue swamping and roiling around Jabari's balls mercilessly.

More submissive moans left the man, precum dribbling from his tip and falling upon her clavicle, warm and utterly invigorating.

The testicles in her mouth were just as enticing; soft and tender, and terribly vulnerable, she enjoyed the sense of power she exerted over men when she took such precious things of theirs between her lips, grazed by her teeth and her fangs especially. She could practically taste both the blood and the sacred juice within, her hunger flaring, though she would never sink her teeth into an area so tender and fragile.

But there was never anything wrong imparting a mild sense of peril.

Another laugh, followed up with another moan, Vernik's efforts commendable. However, she wanted to tease him too, and with some effort, crooked her leg and manoeuvred her foot beneath Vernik's crotch, brushing her toes across his member... and promptly slotting his cock between the big toe and the adjacent one.

In such an awkward position, there wasn't much she could do other than rock her foot back and forth, stroking the first two inches of Vernik's manhood, but that was enough to make him shudder and moan as submissively as Jabari, even as he continued to suck on her clit with dutiful gusto.

However, Katarzyna did not want things to get stale, and nor did she want her other companions to miss out.

So she released Jabari from her lips, his balls utterly shiny with her spit, letting him fall onto his rump on the bed above her, while reaching down to brush across Samson's grinding cock, and then his cheek.

He looked to her, and with a grin, she motioned for him to take Vernik's place... Vernik moved out of the way easily enough by pulling on his cock with her foot.

Soon he was teetering on the edge of the bed, a perfect position for Katarzyna to caress his manhood with the sole of her feet instead, along with the ball and the heel.

While Vernik was twitching from the silky touch of Katarzyna's foot, Samson put himself between her enormous thighs, shuffling close to start running his tongue up and down her slit with little preamble. He even brought a hand to her slit, pressing four fingers together and slipping them inside of her canal, twisting his hand about to maximise the stimulation, even as her walls clenched and fought against the intrusion.

He continued licking, moving around his hand to taste every inch of her vulva, kissing and suckling where he could, tugging on her labia here and there, flicking her clit with his tongue, doing everything he could to please her.

Katarzyna appreciated his efforts, all of their efforts, and savoured their arousal, the smell of desire from all five men filling the room already, the musk of precum exquisite to her sensitive nose and obscene tastes.

With a lick of her lips, she found Luis and Jan's rump with both her hands, and each gave them possessive squeezes, groping and kneading their asses, teasing their backdoors with wayward curling fingers, and tugging them close to her, before pulling them back and forcing them away, eager to change things up once again.

Vernik found his cock trapped between two feet now, the ball of one gliding around his mast and grinding to his glans, while the other stroked the side of his rod with the sole.

Meanwhile, Jan and Luis were once again tugged close towards Katarzyna's body, her hands first pulling on their rumps, and then on their cocks, bringing them down to just below her bust.

Whereupon she grasped her bosom in both hands, and crushed the two dicks between those heavy, luxuriously soft lobes, and her torso, the silken skin and fine layer of fat providing ample cushioning.

Both of them moaned, and took hold of a breast each for Katarzyna, leaving her to reposition Jabari, bringing his chest close so she could suck on his nipples, while finding Luis and Jan's balls and fondling them both from behind.

Jan and Luis moaned, but started to thrust slowly, grinding their leaking cocks beneath her bust from either side, precum providing a modest amount of lubrication.

Jabari, meanwhile, in his position, craned his neck to catch one of Katarzyna's nipples himself, somewhat difficult given the difference in stature, but he managed it, and was now sucking as much of her tit into his mouth as possible, sucking voraciously and lashing his tongue against the bud and disc in his captivity.

Katarzyna moaned, nibbling on Jabari's chest while rubbing her feet more quickly around Vernik's mast, leaving only Samson without any direct touch, though that did leave him focused on her pussy, his crude but energetic efforts pleasing her.

The symphony of muffled groaning and murmuring was only punctuated by Vernik's unobstructed gasps of pleasure, reaching down to grasp her feet, but naturally doing nothing to obstruct her.

This arrangement continued for a while, until Katarzyna decided to finally switch things up again; this time, she rolled over until she was face down, and pulled Jan down between her thighs... whereupon he was subsequently smothered by her hips, her vulva squashing against his mouth and her juices soaking his face.

Samson had also found himself beneath her body, his face crushed between her compressed bosom, his body sticking out from beneath her at an angle.

Jabari had found himself down at her feet, and quite of his own accord, was busy running his tongue up and down one of her feet while firmly rolling his thumbs across her sole. He even slipped her toes between his lips with the dedicated worship she'd come to expect of him.

Vernik was beckoned ahead of her, and now he was busy moaning softly and looking uncertain as Katarzyna curled her tongue up and down his cock, teasing his frenulum and kissing his balls, getting more focused attention on his mast before the others.

Leaving Luis to lay atop of her back, his head at her crotch and his feet just over her shoulders, his cock throbbing against her spine as he delved into her rump, pushing down between her glutes and finding her backdoor, which he wasted no time in teasing, flicking his tongue upon that grey ring of muscle, slightly darker than the rest of her.

She giggled against Vernik's balls from this stimulation to her rear; despite her stature, despite her undeath, she was rather sensitive, and that was one place in particular that often did not get much attention. Having such a voluptuous buttocks came with the downside of difficulty of access, especially with her inhuman stature. But Luis was determined, and curled his tongue enthusiastically against her pucker.

Meanwhile, Jan and Samson were tormented by Katarzyna, the vampire grinding both her chest and her hips against the two pinned men, enveloping Samson's head with her cleavage and grinding her sopping pussy to Jan's mouth.

She curled a toe against Jabari's lips as he sought to take it into his mouth, while his hands massaged her calf.

A calf that, with the other, sandwiched Jan's throbbing member, his moans thrumming against her slit.

However, she decided to focus on Vernik, her hunger getting the best of her; with lusting desire, she slid her tongue from his balls, now polished, to his glans, and clasped her lips tight around the helm while twisting her head about and pressing her tongue firmly to his tip. A bit of preamble before devouring him.

Her eyes closed, and her red lips ground against his tip, Katarzyna lapping up the precum that invariably leaked from his tip.

And with only a slight opening of her mouth, she took him to the hilt... and then a little further, sucking his balls into her mouth with the help of her dexterous tongue, polishing those orbs yet more while sucking on his shaft lecherously.

She released his jewels after only a moment of this, but even a moment was enough for Vernik to have loosed pitiable, shivering moans. And more were coming, Katarzyna starting to bob her head up and down his cock without her lips ever breaking the seal, save for when her tongue darted out to curl against his balls or his mast, twisting her head, a common technique, but effective.

More throbbing, more dollops of precum, Vernik was loosing breathless moans, already on the verge of orgasm, even when her fangs perilously grazed the sides of his shaft.

And her tongue, so broad and dexterous, she all but wrapped his dick in its warm softness, the sides curling up to hug his member as it slid back and forth against her tongue, just barely sinking into her throat, the entrance of her gullet wrapping around his helm repeatedly.

With her appreciative, savouring murmurs thrumming all around his mast, Vernik could not last long at all, and loosed a defeated, almost whimpering moan, bucking his hips harshly into her mouth, but against Katarzyna, no amount of force would hurt or discomfort her in this situation.

And she pinned him down anyway, pushing to his root and swallowing his release hungrily, mercilessly, silently slurping his ejaculate down until he was spent, leaving him a shivering mess once his first orgasm was over, Katarzyna slipping off his rod as she did so, lips tight and unwilling to release him.

She teased poor Vernik by showing her utterly clean mouth, tongue outstretched and giving his dick a parting lick.

And as this was happening, the other men had been getting boisterous, Jabari grasping her ankles and thrusting his cock between her feet, his luxurious moans pleasing to Katarzyna's ears.

Jan was bucking his hips between her calves, and doing his best to devour her pussy, tongue shovelling her arousal into his mouth, stirring about between her folds while groping her thighs.

Samson was meekly licking at her sternum, limp and helpless beneath her, only one hand able to grip a part of her side, squeezing her soft, pliant fat.

Luis was ravenous with his efforts, mouthing and sucking on her back door, earning more murmurs from her lips, kneading her rump so thoroughly, his fingers sunk to their knuckles into each glute, shaking his head about between her rear.

She laughed at all their efforts, but decided once again to change the dynamic.

She sat up, and got on her knees, pulling Luis off her ass to bury him beneath her, smothering his mouth in her great pussy and aligning him such the rest of his face was enveloped by her ass.

He held onto her hips and nervously worked away on her pussy.

Meanwhile, Samson, left panting after being trapped in her bosom, was allowed to rest, albeit with constant attention from Katarzyna's dexterously stroking hand.

Jabari received similar attention, though she was rougher with him, stroking him hard and fast, leaving him to groan in pleasure.

Jan, meanwhile, stood on the bed and found himself drawn to Katarzyna's lips; even after she just sucked Vernik off, Jan couldn't resist her beckoning motions, and the two shared a passionate, debauched kiss, the smacking noises filling the room.

Vernik stayed on the sidelines, recovering from his orgasm, but contented himself with kissing her body wherever he could access, peppering along her rump, gentle and subservient.

The smell of sex was even stronger now, and the sound of their racing hearts made Katarzyna's soul sing in delight, her hunger promised satiation.

But she was still going to take her time with them, wring them out one by one, as she started pumping Jabari's cock with greater vigour and more intense focus, grinding her thumb to his tip, his frenulum, along his corona, and around his mast, twisting, rolling her palm over his glans, attacking every sensitive point on his dark rod, fondling his balls with firm strokes on top. Whenever he leaked precum, she made sure to smear it all over his dick so that her efforts only got more fluid and effective.

His rich moans fuelled her, as did the groans from everyone else, Luis' efforts flagging a little as exhaustion from being trapped beneath her great bulk took its toll, but he continued to do his best, earning shivers from Katarzyna as he attacked her clit.

Samson sighed and twitched from her relatively light stroking, fingers glancing along his balls, all but juggling them.

Meanwhile, Vernik hugged her from behind, and was starting to grind his cock against her curvaceous rear, its size ensuring his dick and Luis' body did not come close, though Luis' body was sticking out the opposite direction.

Katarzyna giggled into Jan's mouth, who by now was succumbing to the erotic kiss, even though he was grasping the sides of her head.

He just could not compete with the skill of her lips and tongue, despite the size difference. It overwhelmed him, and he eventually had to pull back just for respite, Katarzyna chuckling deviously at his retreat, Jan taking several deep breaths.

"Is my kiss that good~? Or do you perhaps remember what else my mouth can do~?" she teased, licking her fangs pointedly and making Jan shiver.

"It's just... incredible," was all he said.

He didn't get much reprieve, for she released Samson's cock and brought that hand to the back of Jan's head, pulling him into another draining liplock, while speeding up the stroking of Jabari's dick.

His manhood throbbed, and his rich moans were filled with submissive delight, hips bucking meekly in warning, ready to stain her hand with his seed.

A sudden smothering of his helm with her palm, grinding and tugging firmly, was enough to push him over the edge, spattering her palm with his release, deflecting some of it down onto the bed.

Katarzyna wrung him out, stroking vigorously until he was spent.

Then, she released Jabari, letting him roll backwards and lay along the edge of the bed to recover from his release.

Jan was freed from her kiss, dropping to his knees and taking more deep breaths, as Katarzyna brought her palm to her lips, and made a show to those who were watching - excluding Luis, face trapped beneath her hips - of her dragging her tongue up her palm and cleaning it utterly of Jabari's semen, licking her lips and tasting his masculine flavour, murmuring in satisfaction as she made sure not a trace remained, until suddenly shuddering and clenching up.

Luis had attacked her clit with extra vigour, and it was enough to trigger one of the vampire matron's small orgasms, a surge of fluids inundating his lips, forcing him to drink down her ecstasy or be forced to cough it up.

Were she not a being of delightful softness, and supreme control over her own body, she might have run the risk of crushing Luis between her thighs. But even in the throes of bliss, she could reign in her strength.

Her strength, however, was still useful in these situations, as she stood up and freed Luis from the captivity of her crotch and rump.

He took deep breaths, only to find himself hauled up to his feet, one hand firmly gripping his rump, proceeding to trap his cock between her lower thighs, using that grip on his rear to move him at her leisure.

He groaned from the stimulation, shivering and even whimpering, right into her belly, soft and malleable and encouraging him to sink into her softness.

The others crowded around her, caressing and stroking her body, peppering her with kisses and kneading her pliant fat with lusting attention.

She gazed down upon them with a desirous expression, huffing softly as she pulled Luis back and forth between her thighs, shifting them up and down, back and forth, smearing his precum into her skin and slicking things up.

It let her squeeze a little tighter, though the soft fat provided ample cushion. But he still couldn't resist, especially not when she started pumping his hips faster than before, his manhood vanishing into the depths of her legs, leaking his arousal profusely.

Katarzyna, however, was not one to focus on one thing alone, and she was talented when it came to bedroom sin, her eyes falling upon Samson.

He blinked as his gaze met her crimson hues, and then shuddered when he spied her lips tug into a wider grin.

Before he could react, she pushed him down to the bed, arresting his fall so as to not unsteady everyone when he hit the straining mattress, struggling beneath Katarzyna's weight, but the mattress was made of sterner stuff, its construction alone a marvel, able to be so soft, while offering such strength.

Still, Samson grunted when he hit the mattress, even gently... and groaned when Katarzyna brought her foot to his shaft, pressing the ball of her foot gently into the juncture where testicles connected to shaft, while the rest of her foot covered the entirety of his manhood.

She twisted her foot against his dick, rubbing softly but domineeringly, reminding Samson of his place while inflicting gentle pleasure upon him.

But she didn't keep that motion up for long, moving to stroke his penis with silky up and down motions, wrapping her toes around his girth and grinding his glans hard at every opportunity.

His shaft slotted between her big toe and the one next over, his foreskin rolling over his glans repeatedly, ensuring there was always some simple stimulation upon the helm of his rod, even when her toes dropped down to tease his jewels.

She pressed firm, or she pressed with a delicate touch. Sometimes she let his member rise, all to grip his glans in the crooks of her toes and twist her foot. It altered how Luis was thrust between her thighs, but it did little to stop his own growing orgasm, the way his cock throbbed between her legs a very early warning of what was coming.

It made her lips tug into a devious, hungry grin. Meanwhile, Jabari, Vernik, and Jan explored her body with their hands and mouths as always, and occasionally, she let her free hand wander to them, brushing across their faces, grasping their cheeks, even slipping a thumb into their mouths and teasing their tongues with her slow, lecherous touch.

And even that distraction did not impact the skill of her footwork, stroking Samson's mast up and down with the knuckles of her toes before pushing his rod down into his gut, pressing the ball and toes of her foot into his mast, and starting to rub with a vigorous energy, balancing precariously upon one foot.

A talent, to be sure.

The bed continued to groan under her weight and that of five men, especially with one leg concentrating her weight in a single point.

It would have to put up with it, Katarzyna stroking Samson's dick faster, and pumping Luis' hips more swiftly through her thighs.

Such simple pleasures were already driving them to wild heights, Samson starting to twist and squirm upon the bed, while Luis began humping of his own accord, wrapping his arms tight around her body, and thrusting in at an angle to compensate for her raised leg.

It was an awkward posture for Katarzyna, but one of the benefits of her unnatural existence was a high tolerance for discomfort and pain. It took a great deal to hurt her.

But even a light touch could make her croon if she desired.

And right now, the twitching of cocks beneath her foot and between her thighs was exquisite, rubbing Samson's member harder and groping Luis' rump possessively to encourage him to thrust away.

Every second, they were close to release, and Katarzyna was eager to make them lose themselves.

She chuckled, practically a cackle, sensing how fast their hearts raced, how hard they beat. So terribly close to release now...

Luis was the first to go, groaning submissively into Katarzyna's belly, hips bucking chaotically and shooting several thick ropes from his throbbing member. But only a handful of shots burst bast the back of her thighs, the rest lost and smeared into the depths of her legs, Luis slowing down as he eked out the last of his orgasm, Katarzyna's grip on his rump remaining as possessive as ever.

Samson held out just a little bit longer, huffing as the pleasure reached its peak. But not even he could resist the utter bliss that came from Katarzyna's footwork, her touch adding as much pressure as necessary, and grazing as lightly as possible.

It made her croon when he finally came, her chuckle taunting Samson as he smeared the sole of her foot and his gut with thick ropes of white, hips bucking desperately. All from her foot.

Her toes departed him with a teasing wiggling touch, and she promptly laid down to let the bed have some mercy. But she was not about to give any to the men she had surrounded herself with.

It was Jan who was yet to have his first orgasm. So it was Jan that fell in her sights next, pulling him onto her belly, smothering him in her cleavage and curling a finger against his back door while groping his rear.

She cackled, and spied him peering up at her through her cleavage, his gaze as submissive as the rest of them.

He shivered under vision, those red eyes of hers eliciting such reactions in her servants.

"Move your hips~" she commanded. And Jan did so without question.

His face was buried in the top of her cleavage, so not as smothered as he could've been, and kept away from her sopping pussy, which was busy being teased with fingertips from Vernik and Luis, while Jabari started vying for her attention, pecking at her cheek hoping for a kiss, Samson kneading her shoulder in massaging fashion with the dexterous skill those fingers possessed, her arm on that side idly teasing his nipples and making him groan.

But where Jan was, his dick sunk into her squishy belly, the malleable fat of her curvaceous rolls wrapping around the sides of his girth, making a silky, spongy furrow to grind into as he started to hump, his own precum all the lubrication he needed.

Katarzyna, ever the gracious mistress, provided extra all the same, licking her spare hand's palm and squeezing it between his body and her own, rubbing down her belly and the bottom of his mast to ensure the friction was as slick as possible with what they had.

Naturally, she brought her hand back to her mouth and licked up the residual flavour of his precum, all but preening from the taste before placing that same hand upon Jan's rump and pushing his body down into hers, to make the touch of her belly feel all the tighter, increasing the pressure he exerted upon her gut, and vice versa.

His moans were exquisite, as were the soft gasps of delight that came from her lips as Vernik and Luis played with her pussy, taking turns to lick her clit and kiss her vulva.

Meanwhile, Jabari's efforts to earn a kiss rewarded him, her free hand grasping his chin and pulling him into one of her terribly deep and overwhelming lip locks, his eyes narrowing almost immediately upon her tongue's invasion into his mouth.

She was truly enjoying herself, moaning into Jabari's mouth while helping Jan grind into her body, eager to feel him stain her belly.

Her curvaceous flab, pliant and smooth, rippled softly from his motions, pushing into her embracing gut, a pleasure unto itself, his moans rather confirming how good he felt.

With his lengthy dick, he was able to make quite the furrow in her belly, starting to rock his hips with more gusto, while his arms reached up to wrap around her bust, squeezing what he could around his head, Katarzyna chuckling into Jabari's mouth as she observed this from out of the corner of her eye.

More precum was smeared onto her belly, more throbbing twitching against her stomach. And Katarzyna was about to make him twitch more, sliding her hand down from his rump in order to grope him from behind.

He loosed a soft, almost boyish moan the moment her fingers ensnared his jewels, fondling them with the terrible, tender touch of her lustful skill.

Every little contraction in that sack, every tug of the muscles in his loins, she felt those balls tug against her grip, a sign of how much they wanted to pump out Jan's seed, even if it was right into the folds of her belly.

Of course, there was an ulterior motive to this...

Soon, it would be fulfilled, as Jan, humping ever faster, finally lost the battle of pleasure, moaning out of her cleavage and bucking his hips erratically, spurting his seed and getting his own member utterly coated in his release in the process.

He muttered something in the local tongue, a praise unto god for the ecstasy he was feeling, Katarzyna grinning against Jabari's lips at Jan's proclamation.

They all knew, deep down, that God had no power in this house of sin...

She released Jabari's lips, and then sighed feeling the thrusting of Jan's hips slowly die down, his ecstasy spent for now.

Once he stopped moving, she help him roll onto to bed next to her, letting him recover.

As for the others, she tended to them with the grace of her kisses, locking lips with each one in turn, while nursing their erections and fondling their jewels, and letting her tongue curl against the sensitive parts of their bodies, ensuring they remained nice and hard for her while she teased them.

And hard they were, erections bobbing eagerly for her attention, as if they knew the penultimate act was about to play out, the dinner before the finale of dessert in this lecherous feast.

She let her fingers curl and tug against needy dicks, let her lips steal kisses from every man in the room, and tempted them with the softness of her body, dragging her palm up her belly to completely gather up what Jan had released onto her gut, lapping it from her hand and murmuring from the taste.

But in time, they were more than recovered, all eager for the second round, the smell of musky sex heavy in the air now.

It made Katarzyna croon, an aroma that filled her with such lust and desire.

And she knew exactly how she wanted it; she dragged Jan beneath her, lifting up her body just enough to she could bring her rump down upon his bobbing erection... and let it brush over her back door.

Jan groaned, and then realised what she was asking for. With wordless understanding, he grasped his cock, and aligned it with her pucker, grinding that ring of muscle with his glans to get it slicked up with his residual cum coating and lubricating his manhood.

Thus, when Katarzyna dropped down, it was a relatively smooth insertion, though her walls still clamped tight around his rod in the process, Jan moaning from it all.

His dick was the longest, so Katarzyna had chosen him for the position he was now in, his hands wrapping around her sides from beneath, the man having to endure the weight of his mistress laying atop of him.

Meanwhile, Katarzyna beckoned to Jabari, and still no words were needed when she spread her legs wide and brought a hand to her vulva, splaying her labia and revealing the pale pink flesh within, glistening with her arousal and ever enticing.

He gave her a look, wide-eyed and thankful, and proceeded to shuffle in between her legs, making sure not to kneel on Jan's own legs as he got on his knees and took hold of his cock, bringing the swollen tip to her pussy.

He soaked himself in her arousal first, grinding his rod up and down her slit, glans pushing against her clit several times before he tilted his rod down.

His tip pressed against her entrance... and with a sudden jolt, he slipped inside and groaned in pleasure as her innards hugged his mast with luxurious attention.

Katarzyna seethed in delight from the intrusion, her muscles already contracting against Jabari's cock and giving it a veritable internal massage.

Once he had himself to the hilt inside of her, he started moving his hips. Jan followed suite, thrusting as much as he could beneath her, only pushing a few inches into her rear, but that was more than enough for them both.

With her nethers attended to, Katarzyna next focused on Vernik, and with a hand around his cock, making him flinch and gasp in pleasure, Katarzyna lead him to her bosom, Vernik straddling her torso with a wide stance.

She released his mast after leaving it betwixt her breasts, giving Vernik the reins. He gulped... and grasped her mammaries without premble, fondling and kneading those globes while he started rocking his hips.

Another sound like a delighted hiss left the vampire, chuckling in response to Vernik's needy efforts. But that left two men, Samson and Luis, and she knew exactly how to tend to them.

She grasped their rumps and pulled them closer to her head, and once they were flanking it, she slipped her hands from rear to cocks with sultry grace, fingers dancing upon their skin and fondling their balls with delicate caresses.

But her attention was on their cocks, wrapping her digits around their masts, thumbs peeling back foreskins and rolling over glans with a tantalising firmness.

Then, she started to stroke, exploiting the residue of their prior orgasms to pump with a slick fluidity, twisting her hands and smothering their helms as she worked, despite the posture her arms had to take limiting her range of motion.

But that wasn't all she did; craning her neck towards Samson, he loosed a luxurious moan when her supple lips wrapped tight around his rod, and her tongue caressed and teased his manhood, Katarzyna herself murmuring in pure satisfaction at his musky flavour.

She bobbed her head with gradually increasing speed, soon reaching his base and letting her muscle hug his mast as she had done with Vernik, every croon of satisfaction sending vibrations tingling across his cock, and her hand pumped his length whenever her lips retreated.

However, she did not linger with Samson, for he was not the only one in her care, slipping off his mast to give Luis the same attention, swallowing his cock to the hilt after several head-rocking bobs, lips clasped tight and tongue slipping back and forth against his mast.

Both men couldn't help the moans that came from their mouths as Katarzyna juggled them, fellating one and then the other, her tongue even slipping forth to curl against their balls, fondling them with devilish waggles of her muscle.

And her tantalising moans only intensified as Jan and Jabari thrust into her ass and pussy respectively, the former sliding his hands down to her ass to splay them apart and give him just a bit more access, though he had to slide them back up to her waist for leverage.

Meanwhile, Jabari braced his hands on Katarzyna's knees, and used that to twist his hips about and stir his cock around within her.

And Vernik paused his own humping to rub her breasts up and down his mast, his mouth open, soft breaths escaping him and pleasing Katarzyna's ears.

Feeling herself surrounded with loyal servants, men who so desired her and submitted to her... it left her feeling so powerful, and it was good for her hunger, sating her desire, or at least it was well on its way to doing so.

Jan beneath her, thrusting as best he could into her ass, Jabari sinking his mast to the base in her clenching pussy, groaning in delight as his sack clapped against the base of her sex.

Vernik atop of her, once again thrusting into her breasts, his own precum and other residue keeping the friction moist and low, thrusting with enough speed his hips clapped against her bust and made her globes jiggle.

And of course, Samson and Luis, subject to her tender affection, devouring their cocks over and over, swapping between them with graceful skill, never letting one feel less than the other.

And they graced her with the delightful taste of their arousal, precum rolling onto her tongue, moaning in bliss as she worked their shafts with mouth and hands.

Whenever she caressed and fondled their balls, she could feel them contracting, their orgasms slowly building.

All of their dicks were throbbing, as their energy ticked up moment by moment, the soft parts of her body starting to ripple from the impacts between her legs, the moist, obscene clapping filling the room only bested by all the different moans that hung in the air, save for Jan's, whose murmurs of pleasure were muffled by her body.

He was a sturdy man, stuck beneath her. He'd need a good rest after this, more than the others.

Katarzyna still couldn't keep herself from chuckling at the thought, both in amusement and devious intent, sending vibrations into Luis' mast and making him quiver.

It was a good thing he and Samson were on their knees, or they might have buckled from her masterful fellatio.

Her tongue made sure to lash their glans in turn, one, then the other, and traced their contours with the muscle, demonstrating her deceptive agility.

And each dollop of precum they leaked was swiftly lapped up, sending them spiralling closer to climax.

Only Vernik was responsible alone for his pleasure, the muscles in Katarzyna's loins massaging Jabari's cock with practised effort, Jan's member subjected to rhythmic squeezes that stimulated his sensitive helm all the same.

But even if he was in charge of his own pace, Vernik couldn't keep himself from thrusting his manhood between the soft, enveloping prison of her tits, her spongy, malleable globes hugging his dick so exquisitely. And he squeezed them together so tight, that even with how slick her skin was, her flesh tugged against the underside of his corona and compressed against his glans.

His moans were as intense and submissive as the rest of them, and his cock was pulsing just as enthusiastically.

They were all going to cum soon, as Jan, Jabari, and Vernik thrust harder and faster. And Katarzyna bobbed her head and flicked her tongue more swiftly and aggressively upon Samson and Luis' own dicks, such they couldn't help their hips twitching and bucking involuntarily.

She crooned and shivered, sending more pleasure into Jabari and Jan's members, particularly the former. Such she spied him close his eyes and grit his teeth as a quiver rattled him, as though he tried to stave off climax there and then as a result.

Because when Katarzyna neared an orgasm, her body's shivers could be rather intense on any man caught in her womanhood.

But she believed they were all driving towards simultaneous releases, or at least quick succession. She knew her servants well, knew the ways their hearts beat and raced, knew their moans and cries of pleasure, and the throbbing of their cocks or quivering of their pussies. She knew them intimately, sometimes more than they really knew themselves.

So she confidently picked up speed, popping off Luis and Samson's cocks to flicker her tongue against their urethras and frenulums, grazing her teeth against the front slope of their glans, and perilously teasing them with her fangs, making them shiver.

Dollops of hot precum dribbled onto her tongue, and Katarzyna knew they were on the cusp, especially with the way they whimpered, a harsh edge to their pitiable, stimulated noises.

Her own moans were rich and luxurious, thrumming against their helms thanks to Jabari's vigorous ploughing, slapping away at her pussy and grunting with exertion, and Jan's efforts, pushing as deep as his position allowed, groaning against her back.

And Vernik was starting to slow down, his cock throbbing desperately within her cleavage, the pallid man starting to sway atop of her.

She glanced between all of them, looking into their eyes with a smirk around whatever cock was caught between her lips, save for the obvious exception of Jan.

She didn't say anything when it happened. She only murmured and laughed in devilish, low glee when Jabari came, his thrusts devolving into short, sharp hip jerks, buried to the hilt inside her clenching pussy, releasing his warm seed right into her depths. His strained groans were music to her ears.

Jan followed shortly after, whining into her back with a thrumming touch, hips twitching, each tiny thrust loosing a rope into her rear, warming her ass wonderfully.

Vernik was next, unable to contain himself any longer, his movements turning into shaky thrusts that loosed chaotic spurts of semen between her breasts and just barely upon her clavicle.

And lastly, Samson, then Luis, quick, rapid bobs of her head finishing them off in succession, sucking down the release of one, then the other, catching half of both their orgasms on each side of her face, crooning wickedly as they painted her with their obscenity.

Then it was her turn, letting herself go and loosing a most erotic moan into the air, her body spasming rather intensely, which was rather unfortunate for Jan and Jabari, subjected to the stimulating convulsions coursing through her loins, eking out every drop they had from their balls.

They twitched and shivered as they endured this post-orgasmic attention, Jabari's dick drowned in Katarzyna's arousal. But once she was done with her bliss, she released the five men, letting them roll onto the bed and have some respite as she got to her knees.

She threw her head back and ran her hands up her voluptuous body, lifting her breasts and smearing the clinging semen across her bosom, and she did much the same to her face, licking her lips to enjoy the taste.

The smell was pungent, thick, and invigorating. A primal, obscene and shameless perfume, debauched and sinful.

It made her lips twist into a broad, wicked grin.

However, her hunger had not been fully sated. Not yet.

There was one fluid her precious servants had yet to give her.

She let them rest for a few moments longer, some of their cocks starting to soften. That wouldn't be the case for long, as she rolled onto her front, and descended upon Jabari, cupping his cheek in her hand, her other running over his chest, splayed fingers easily covering it.

He himself smiled and reached up and brush his fingertips against her face, a smile Katarzyna could only describe as smitten twisting his countenance.

"You did well tonight, my dear Jabari~" she crooned, as her hand gripped his jaw a little more firmly.

"You bring me a happiness I cannot describe, my Lady," he answered with an almost intoxicated voice.

She chuckled affectionately, leaning in to kiss him, no care between either of them of her previous fellatio. But when she pulled back, her lips twisted into a terrible grin of her own.

"You know what comes now, my servant... sate your mistress~"

"Y-Yes~" he answered, obediently tilting his head back.

She crooned in praise, and ran her lips and tongue hotly upon his exposed neck, earning shivering gasps and flinches from the dark-skinned man.

Flinches that turned to a powerful jolt the moment her fangs pierced his flesh and sunk deep into his neck, lips sealing upon his skin as she began to suck and tug upon him.

Jabari immediately went slack, a pleasured wheezing leaving him almost immediately. His cock grew hard, and precum beaded once more upon his tip.

The others watched as their vampiric matron fed upon Jabari, growing aroused at the sight, knowing they were next.

His wheezing grew more intense, as if he was struggling for breath, Katarzyna's gulps rather deep and forceful, not taking as much time as she normally did, but despite the sounds coming from his mouth, Jabari was feeling nothing but the exquisite, unnatural ecstasy her bites wrought.

Her tongue rolled against his neck between her fangs, and her moans thrummed against his flesh, adding to his euphoria.

Even as it sounded like he was choking, unable to breathe, he was in pure bliss.

And before long, he was spasming, weakly bucking his hips as a towering fountain of cum launched from his dick and fell down onto the bed, his crotch, thighs, and belly.

Katarzyna released Jabari, and his head lolled limply, unconscious and spent. She lowered him to the bed and wiped her mouth, smearing crimson across her lips and cheek.

She turned, and locked eyes upon Vernik, who all but cowered under her gaze; he, like the others, yearned for her bites, but he couldn't help fear them quite a bit.

It rather delighted her, seeing how he shivered, perfect prey for her hunger.

She crawled over to him, and pulled him into a tight embrace, cackling softly, delighting in his mewling.

Her tongue curled against his chest, the hungry predator in her indulging in his flavour, his pale frame about to be paler.

He shivered from that, and from her lips clasping tight against one of his nipples, the bud assailed by her curling tongue. He, in reflex, tried to squirm free of her embrace.

Only to cry out when she bit down upon his pectoral, and started to drink, tugging on his chest.

She felt his erection bob hard against the upper part of her belly, leaking more precum than ever as she drank of him, tongue continuing to torment his nipple while lapping up what blood seeped from his wounds.

Much like Jabari, Vernik too began to sound short of breath, stimulated, hoarse breaths an indication of his waning strength and the intensity of her feasting.

She couldn't help moaning, such voracious drinking getting to her quite quickly, but Katarzyna did what she could to keep tabs on her ecstasy.

Vernik went limp in her embrace, groaning weakly as his climax rapidly approached, the terrible vampire's hunger sapping him of strength and inflicting in him wicked pleasure.

He didn't last any longer than Jabari, his ejaculation spattering her body as he squawked a final breath before going slack and falling unconscious as well.

A few more sips, and Katarzyna released Vernik, her tongue curling against his chest in parting, lapping up a smear of blood around the four puncture wounds boxing in his nipple.

She licked her lips, and laid him on the bed.

Her eyes fell on Jan, smiling with a mixture of affection and pure predatory lust.

She saw him flinch backwards ever so subtly, that tiny reflex in his mind telling him to flee. It made her own blood boil with desire.

She grabbed his arm, sliding her tender fingers along the limb, slipping his fingers between her lips and giving them a most salacious suckle, her tongue weaving between his twitching digits, Jan groaning softly in anticipation.

She planted a trail of kisses from his palm, to his wrist, her lips easily wrapping around half of it, her tongue painting the vulnerable joint with a mixture of saliva and residual blood.

There was no risk of disease amongst her servants... the family blood that graced their veins made sure blood from others could do no harm... hers had staked its claim.

So it was no concern when the mixed stains of Jabari and Vernik's blood joined with Jan's when she sunk her teeth into his wrist.

He grimaced in pain, initially... and then that slackening in the face when the pleasure followed, his member bobbing vigorously, precum quickly oozing from his hefty rod.

Each quiet smack and gentle, hungering tug on his wrist was another gulp of his blood, siphoned from him bit by bit, her tongue rolling over the sensitive area.

She repositioned herself, until his arm was resting against her bosom, her legs draped over Vernik's body, feeling the shallow heaving of his chest.

Jan's own breathing was slowing, getting weaker as Katarzyna's feast drained him of his strength, each deep gulp working to send him into the same abyss.

But she was still tender about it, lips pulling and curling against his wrist like she was kissing him, even as her sharp fangs left his hand pale.

After about a minute, he groaned hoarsely, having been rather quiet until then, getting looser and looser as he weakened. Save for his hips, bucking rather vigorously, a fountain of cum landing on the bed and his chest by a wild margin thanks to how much it jumped.

A breath left him, and his head slumped onto the bed, passing out himself.

Another parting lick, Katarzyna drawing her lips slowly closed upon his wrist, running her tongue over it and making sure the bleeding stopped. The wrist was a fairly vulnerable location, after all.

Confident he was fine, she crawled towards Luis, almost bestially, sagging the bed as he laid down on his little patch of it, open space quickly running out.

She loomed over him, grinning, licking her lips... and then she backed up, grasped one of his ankles, and lifted his calf to her mouth, running her tongue over his flesh, leaving one long, straight stroke of faint red behind on his skin.

She planted her kisses, sucking and firm, earning moans from the meek man, before he too fell prey to her hunger, rivulets of blood rolling down his leg upon her bite.

He moaned quickly, the unnatural pleasure coursing through him causing him to flinch.

It was different, biting down on something softer, even if his calf was fairly taut, especially once he tensed from the stimulation, soft spasms rippling through the muscle she had just punctured. It was also a bit of an odd position, but his tall, lanky frame helped.

His moans were exquisite, and she saw how his cock jumped back and forth wildly, like it was beckoning to her, the glans swollen and purple with need.

Dollops of precum slid down the front and back of his helm from its twitching, but Katarzyna let it be, more focused on sending this man to that momentary heaven a vampire's bite brought before being welcomed by the temporary oblivion of unconsciousness.

Luis' moans took on a strained edge, hoarse and short of breath as the other men sounded, slack upon the bed with no strength to resist, even if he wanted to.

Katarzyna caressed his foot and his leg, stroking his thigh and kneading the softer parts of the limb. She enjoyed how the muscles quivered, the wave of twitching from one end to the other, how they clenched around her fangs.

But the reactions were getting weaker as she drank more from him, murmuring softly against his calf.

The only thing still vigorous was his penis, Luis' member throbbing desperately, his balls contracting and tugging upwards as climax neared.

He didn't even get a moan off before he passed out, not that it stopped his cock shooting ropes of sticky, searing cum quite the distance, some of it managing to spatter her belly, earning a quirked brow, Katarzyna moderately impressed.

But she too released his leg, and left him to slumber in unconsciousness, loosing a seething, shivering sigh, feeling herself on the cusp of an explosive release. By now, her mouth and the area around it was stained a film of crimson, blood trickling down her chin.

That, along with her eyes glowing brightly with power and hunger, was the sight that met Samson, the final prey for this night.

He shrunk beneath her gaze, but there was no escaping her.

Katarzyna reached out, and turned him around as she pulled him into her embrace, sandwiching his torso between her breasts, splayed wide by his body.

That left his shoulders in line with her chin, making it easy for her to whisper into Samson's ears.

"Did you enjoy watching your fellow men succumb to me~?" she crooned with pure seductive appetite, a subtle, harsh edge to her words, that hunger animalistic, but composed. "Watching them gasp for breath, loose their precious seed all over themselves, fall into the darkness once I had finished with them~?"

She made it difficult for Samson to answer, nibbling on his ear lobe and licking the side of his face, causing him to loose a shuddering gasp.

"I... I enjoyed it," he answered meekly, knowing there was no denying it when his cock was twitching needily.

She teased his nipples with one hand, holding him to her, while her other played with his hair.

"So you want it too... you want it badly... to feel my fangs take you, to be claimed all over again~"

He seethed through his teeth in lust, nodding his head.

"Say it~"

He groaned, glancing at her with a nervous look... but he couldn't deny her. Not Lady Mroczna.

"I... want it..."

"Louder~"

He groaned.

"I want it! Claim me!"

There was lust in his voice, and also embarrassment. She wasn't above teasing him, one of a number of her servants who found themselves in her employ as penance for their trespass.

But he was so obedient, she couldn't tease him forever.

"Good boy~" she purred... and sunk her teeth down into his firm shoulder.

He cried out in mild pain, and soon in wicked pleasure, overcome with the ecstasy of her rapacious feasting.

It was rather intense, her jaw clenching repeatedly as she sucked, her body shuddering.

After so much feeding, she was on the cusp of climax herself, the act mutually pleasurable, though far more for her prey. Or at least, more debilitating.

Even as she started moaning harshly against his neck, her power over him never lessened. Only his strength, moans turning to gasps, growing hoarse and exerted.

His cock stood so firm, so erect, so desperately hard, ready to explode one last time this night.

Her tongue pressed firmly to his shoulder, the tough meat still doing nothing to impede her feeding.

Her nails dug into his chest, leaving behind faint scratches, Samson flinching from the prickles of pain.

But it was nothing compared to the ecstasy coursing through his body, his skin growing pale from Katarzyna's feast.

While his moans turned to wheezing breaths, Katarzyna couldn't suppress her own moans, rough and animalistic, and yet still possessing that mature, sensual quality.

Precum stained Samson's glans, blood doing the same to his shoulder. He could feel Katarzyna shuddering around him, her impending orgasm looming large.

Once his breaths turned shallow, there were only moments before Samson and Katarzyna endured a shared ecstasy.

Biting down harder upon his shoulder signalled the end, as Katarzyna cried out loud against Samson's flesh, shuddering hard against him, a surge of liquid lust sputtering from her pussy... as Samson spasmed like he was having an episode, getting some of his own cum on his chest as he came, barely able to do more than wheeze in ecstasy.

And then, Katarzyna released him with a bursting gasp, throwing her head back, her bloodied mouth open wide.

Samson was limp against her, unconscious like the rest of the men, drained of everything.

Now, finally, Katarzyna began to calm down, steadying her breathing, sated at last.

With clearer mind, her breathing composed, she registered jut how heavy the stench of sex hung in the air. How much semen clung to her body, how stained the limp cocks of every man present was.

Their chests rose and fell subtly, in deep, exhausted slumber.

And Katarzyna couldn't help feeling so utterly powerful.

She chuckled quietly to herself, and laid Samson down on a free space.

Men strewn all about, there wasn't much room on her mattress, and it would certainly need cleaning. Nothing new there.

Another low chuckle, and then she pondered what to do.

For these men, their night was over. But Katarzyna still had hours before she considered rest.

And after such a feast, she was feeling rather invigorated. And, for a time, stress-free.

Still, another glance around the bed, another strong whiff of the erotic cocktail that filled the room... and Katarzyna decided that she'd stay a little longer, indulging in the depravity.

And the company of her faithful servants, her eager prey.

Yet another chuckle, as she reclined upon the bed, feeling the touch of five unconscious men against her towering form, licking her lips and savouring the cocktail of flavour they had left behind on them.

---

Only a single torch lit the dingy basement room, and it barely shone on the faces of the cloaked individuals present, arrayed around a wooden table, letters, paper maps, and leather purses resting upon it, along with a dagger sticking out by its point.

"Viyan is most likely enthralled by now," a man remarked grimly. "She knows about us."

"Only as much as she needed to know," another, gruffer man assured. "And not all of it truthful."

"But that doesn't change the fact everything she knew, now they know," a woman interjected. "And I suspect Viyan knew more about us than we thought. They will anticipate an attack."

"Which is why we have to gather what information we can, and figure out how to strike hard and fast," another woman spoke. "So that we can overcome what preparations they may have."

"And we still have one advantage," the second man added. "They may know about us now. That we are coming. But not the when. We are free to strike at a time of our choosing. And as long lived as they may be, as smart as they may be, there are yet moments we may catch them by surprise, moments they didn't prepare for. We just have to discover what those might be... and any other weaknesses they may have."

"And with this map, we at least have a better understanding of the Castle's layout," the second woman spoke, pointing to a crudely drawn map with a number of notes in the margins.

"At least Viyan was still of use to us," the first man remarked.

"And that we retrieved what she threw out of the window discretely," the other woman concluded. "Though more details would have been nice." She turned to the first man. "What of the others?"

"They will be ready the moment we are. When it is time to strike. Until then, they will continue following their own leads... we will need every advantage we can get," the first man said, turning to look upon the various maps and letters on the table.

"Are you sure they're ready for this kind of mission? These are no ordinary beings we're facing... even our own experience is limited," the other man voiced.

"If we sit around and do nothing, there's no telling what these vampires will do," the second woman reminded.

"So we're really doing this? We're going after them?" the first woman asked.

The first man did not look her way, but he nodded an affirmative.

"We have succeeded before. And even this great challenge is not insurmountable."

He grasped the handle of the dagger, pulling it from the wood.

"Mark my words... that house of evil will be purged."

He brought the blade down into an old map of the castle with a thump.

"The Family Mroczna, will die."