The wedding of Kaira Faire von Masoch and Dorn Bruyere had been the premiere event in Lemberg

the Spring that the two were betrothed. While their whirlwind romance came about out of nowhere Dorn and Kaira seemed to be the perfect pair. The family was bustling with life, and happiness and the bride was as beautiful as ever. With a romantic, debonair musician for a husband Kaira had felt her life was utterly perfect in it's completion. After the reception ended Dorn carried his newfound wife upstairs to the room he had been given within the Unholy Tavern where the two had been wed. His fingers slid down to the doorknob, and with a quick twist Dorn opened the door, and carried his wife over the threshold. Without any hesitation he carried his new wife to the massive king size bed that had been fitted with clean white satin sheets. Of all colors Kaira wondered if it had been done as evidence of her copulation to come. As he laid his wife down his eyes seemed to fill with a hungry, passionate glint that only be described as a wolfish lust. A lust that had been growing for her since the moment he had first laid eyes upon her. Kaira had never lain with a man before. Never once had she ever experienced the heat of passion ignited between two lovers, but already she could feel the aching pain that began to throb at the apex of her thighs. Kaira felt odd to say the least, but she figured she would melt the ice by asking her new husband for a smoke, "Mind giving me a cigarette? I'm oddly a bit nervous, and you know what they say you are supposed to be the most dashing my vile lover." A soft chuckling emitted her as he handed her the cigarette. Gently she drew it to her lips gesturing for him to light the stick so that she might enjoy it. Dorn remained standing near the edge of the bed, and just as Kaira had leant back to re-seat herself he allowed himself the opportunity for a cheap thrill by pinching her backside. His own chuckling shortly followed, and Kaira found herself musing at his playful antics. Matches were removed from his pocket just then, and striking them upon the box he placed the tip of flame to Kaira's cigarette before lighting his own smoke, "And who would have guessed the Devil to look as such, yes?" Kaira enjoyed the smoke thoroughly, and then smashing it within the bedside ashtray she leant back against the bed with both elbows at her sides, "Dorn, come claim what is yours to have?" The parting of her thighs revealed the creamy flesh of her inviting skin. By now there was no denying how much she wanted him to make her scream his name. Dorn waited no longer, and following suit he squashed his own smoke in the tray before lowering himself over her. Sinewy arms held him up as his palms flatted into the mattress on either side of her shoulders, and leaning forward he slid his right hand slowly up her dress. Tingling sensations began to run the length of her legs, and as soon as his fingers reached for her undergarments she felt the harsh tugging of her most intimate clothing. The sound of shredding fabric filled the room resonating throughout as the tearing cloth acquiesced to his fingers. Shuddering in anticipation Kaira peered up into his eyes and whispered, "Impale me in the rapture my beautiful sin, Dorn." That was all it took to convince him, and lowering his lips to claim hers he arose to kneel in front of her upon the mattress breaking the kiss in the process. Both of his hands fell to the buckle of his pants, and with quick movements he freed his cock of the restrictive fabric. Kaira's eyes widened in shock once she saw the girth, and length of him. It was almost unbearable to consider that the virgin girl would be sacrificing her body to such a massive battering ram. As luck would have it the battering would be done to her. Finally Dorn slid from the mattress allowing his pants to fall free of his form. He now stood half naked before her as she lay splayed out on the bed still completely covered even with her underwear having been shredded from her body. His next action was in ripping his own button down shirt off his body, and returning to hover lips just inches from her own, "Will...will the pain last long?" Her query was issued with soft, and pleading tone. Dorn could no longer wait to answer that question though, and with the plea she had just issued not a moment was spared in his next action. Hands found themselves grasping at her hips, and without so much as blinking, he pulled her down onto his cock, driving the shaft deep into her depths. Oh how he

groaned, she felt so perfect; none could equal her. He gave one quick push of his hips, making himself sure that he was as deep within her as he could go. His right arm moved back from her a good measure, only to quickly come flying forth once more, his open hand making harsh contact with the flawless flesh of her rump. A soft gasp emitted from the fair beauty's lips as he pulled her down upon his driving hard cock the sensation of her tight walls in stretch about his girth caused both pleasure and pain to shock her nerves. The young libertine girl beginning to live up to the meaning of her father's name. The glee of pleasure flashed across her vermilion iris as pupils dilated to steady with his, and the she lifted her two lithe arms in a gracious flutter to drape over his shoulders, and behind his head. Then the jolt of his palm slapping the tender meat of her derriere caused that most succulent whimper, "Oh, my darling, Dorn how I do I live without this?" "Kaira..beautiful..sinful Kaira..." Each word was spoken between gasps and groans, the things she did to him. His hands then found rest against either of her smooth cheeks, pulling her face to his own before he captured her lips in a deepened kiss. He throbbed deep within her, already he could feel a build up, oh it would be grand when finally released. Now he broke the kiss, wishing to whisper against her ripe lips, "Never again..will you..have to live..without. You are mine..Kaira.." "Oh, fuck.." She whimpered averting her gaze to look down at their two gyrating pelvises as she steadied herself to keep up the pace if rising and lowering her groin with each thrust of his rigid cock within her, "Yours..?" Now came a changing in positions, moving without falter to lay her down upon her back, though he kept himself buried within her all the while. He sat upon his knees, grinning as her legs were brought upwards, wrapping his arms about her thighs. Then leaning downward he pressed a soft kiss to her lips, a hint of meaning behind it before he spoke a singular word, "Mine.." She grinned as he turned the power from her side to his carefully laying her down atop the mattress as he slid himself deep within once more his lips meeting her own parted pout as a soft whisper escaped the lush confines, "You spoil me so, my decadent devil." "Do not make the Devil beg, Kaira.." He had decided that he would pound the answer from her, commencing in quick and harsh thrusts deep down into her. His gaze remained locked onto her entirety, drinking her in as though she were the finest vintage he had ever tasted. He wished her to scream, and all the while that he thrust into her he grinned like a fiend. Kaira sucked in a breath dragging her lower lip in with it as he began to pound her with abandon. She grinned as the tips of her fingers slid into the sheets she grasped them into balled up fists as she lifted her hips to meet with his thrusts in reckless wanton writhe, "Yes...yours, my divine lover.." With those words confessed Dorn pushed himself to thrust in faster pace, having a feeling that his climax would be soon approaching. Over and over again would he impale her, his cock beginning to throb harshly within her walls the closer he became. Sweat dripped down his form, and landed upon hers, adding to the moisture that she had acquired upon her own perfect flesh. If she was to be his, then he would make it so, wanting to leave no doubt in her mind who she belonged to. Again he pushed himself to go beyond his bounds, once more wanting to hear that vocal rise from her. A whimper escaped her, but it was not enough and he made sure to let her know this with the next possessing thrust. The stroking of her cunt by such thick throbbing member gave cause to sweat, and juices dripping down her folds, and the deeper he went the more the writhed until she was arching like a cat to meet his retracting and and re-entry giving cause to allow unrestrained moaning scream such as to be a symphony of his orchestrating and commanding of her will to bend to his own. Kaira was in ecstasy and thereto she finally confessed it aloud,"Fuck YES!, My Master, my darling incubus...Dorn!" Only then did she suddenly rise in arch from the mattress dragging her nails down his back as she allowed the sensation to overcome her entire body as the walls of her honeyed cunt began to contract in wave around his

cock milking it with exquisite intensity as her own orgasm began to build and upon height of that peak she came tumbling to screaming his name out loud whilst dragging her nails down his back as she quaked around him in climax. Dorn was being driven mad from the sounds she made. Oh how the throbbed and spasmed within her tight confines, her milking walls driving him over the edge and then some. He was typically a quiet man, but now driven over the brink of insanity in response to her screaming, groaned aloud. He did his best to hold her tightly to him, though soon he would simply return to gripping at her thighs, and throwing his head back. Now would he burst, his cock pulsating as it shot forth his seed holding himself deep within her to allow it to hit her furthest wall, "Fuck..oh fuck!" Her eyelids fluttered closed just then as he finally released that floodgate of warm cum which soaked and coated her clenching walls as her own sweet juices overflowed coating him in their two spent liquids as he rammed himself to the full hilt she felt his sac slap against her ass, and then his own utterance drove her mad as she lay her head against the pillow and whimpered his name once again, "MM..fuck, Dorn.." A harsh shudder wracked his entire frame, and here he would show that even the Devil himself has weak moments, slowly pulling himself from her before he would lay at her side. He took a moment to catch his breath, laying . Upon his back with back faced hand rested to his forehead. He had not a singular dry place upon him, "You little Minx.."She giggled just then with the pet name he had given, and with a sweet sultry voice she said, "You pet me so well..."She rose up slightly, bringing her right hand upward to rest her chin atop it as she stared at him, "Is this how it will always be, Devilish One?"