Baroness Venefica the Bat
Baroness Venefica "Finally, you've come!" She gazed at me with a face of pure annoyance, as if I were wasting her time. Her pet crow sat perched on her shoulder, cackling in such a demented manner. The door behind me shut, but not because I closed it. She didn't close it either, at least, not physically. A mere wave of her hand was all she needed to do, to make the door close on us. Now I was trapped in this domain with this woman. A bat, red fur, large triangular ears. Her hair was slung over her right eye, covering one of her beautiful blue orbs. She was an older woman, possibly even older than me, I'd dare say. Odd, when you'd think about it.
Her clothing was different in comparison to mine. I once again wore that business formal attire. Grey slacks, grey vest, white button up shirt with red lines going down it, black suede shoes, blue tie. I had just gotten off from work, and took a detour to my, newly favorite, place of fun. She wore something which would fit a maiden from the nineteenth century. A long black dress and blouse, with white lines dragging vertically down it. Now. How the hell was I supposed to get that off?
"I waited all day for you, Creator..." she said, calling me by my title. Honestly, it was rapidly growing on me.
"I'm sorry, Venefica--" "Ah-ah-ah!" she interrupted, "Baroness! If you wish to call me Venefica, you must say Baroness first. Not just Venefica..." she snapped her fingers, making the crow on her shoulder fly off into the room, "You may be the Creator, but that doesn't give you the right to demean my status..."
I grimaced and nodded, my hand finding my belt. As I walked forward, my eyes started dragging down Venfica's backside. Her wings were folded out, so I got quite a nice look at her swaying ass. Excuse my French, I've been speaking like that frequently now. Venefica had a nice, caboose, if you catch my drift. It was nicely guarded by her dress, but I knew it lay within. Want more? Her tail poked through her dress, and it was wagging. She was excited, though she hid it well.
"Creator you have such a habit of showing up late..." she said as she sat down on the bed before me, "I thought after your fun with Millikan, you'd be rushing back here. Why the long wait?"
"You seem unusually antsy, Baroness," I answered, a smug smile coming to my lips, "Did you wait for this?"
"Do not flatter yourself," she said, a snarl accompanying her words, "I just do not like to be kept waiting..."
She slid one leg over the other as she leaned back, placing her hands upon the bed's sheets. Now that I realized it, this room was seemingly a copy of the one from the last time. Same upscale nature, same design on the sheets, rugs, and curtains. It wasn't the same room however, for this was a separate room. Oh well.
Venefica extended her wings, drawing my attentions over to her. She wagged her fingers in a come over manner, and I naturally listened. She slid away on the bed, while I crawled toward her. Her slender, feminine hands, grabbed a hold of my tie, so she could pull me closer. My face drifted closer to hers; I watched those blue eyes grow half-closed. My eyes did too, but... Through the darkness of my slowly closing eyes, I watched that bat smile devilishly. Two sharp fangs shot out of her upper jaw. Then our lips met. We kissed, where I found her lips to be tender. I was surprised, but I didn't complain. I liked the tenderness of her lips; it felt so good. I tried to take the initiative, tried to open her mouth further with my own. But the Baroness would not have it. She growled through her mouth, and instead forced my mouth open with hers. She entered her tongue into my mouth first, allow me to taste her pink muscle. Yeah, it tasted good.
But this wasn't good enough for me. I wanted to kiss her more, in a greater manner. I placed my hand on her chest, feeling the bumps of her impressive mounds. I squeezed on one of her breasts, whichever one I could grab, she didn't like that. "Did I say you could touch me?" she asked in a snarling manner, our kiss breaking.
I was stupefied by her actions, as I pulled back as well. I couldn't stand Venefica, really. She is such an uppity and commanding woman. But, I guess that's my fault, huh?
"You can be so annoying, Creator..." she berated, as if I were some child, "The mere moment you see a woman's chest, you only wish to touch them, don't you. So be it..."
Slowly, she lifted her hands and brought them to her back. She gripped the slender strings which held her blouse together, and slowly unraveled them. The string ran through small holes, eventually meeting the eighth and final hole. When it did, she pulled down the blouse from her chest. I watched like a child, all for the chance to see her bountiful chest.
And bountiful it was. Venfica had an impressive bust, it would make any self-conscious girl jealous. Large, they were being held hostage by the black lace bra she owned. I reached for them, only to stop and gaze into her eyes. All she did was nod, and then I grabbed them. I squeezed her breasts through her bra, and dove my face into the valley of her mounds. Her scent entered my nostrils, and it smelled wonderful. I kissed the edges of her breasts, nibbled on them as well, then I gripped the edge of her undergarment, hard with my teeth. I pulled on the bra, and Venefica helped release it.
Her bra fell, and I stared upon her breasts. Her nipples, perking, nearly pleading to be touched. She was no flat chested woman; she was busty. Just seeing her chest was enough to get me hard, and it was enough to make Venefica blush. Odd, for a moment, I didn't think it was possible for her to blush. Nonetheless, I reached forward and touched her.
Her breasts felt so soft in my hands, so wondrous. I pushed her on the bed, back first of course, while I hovered above. So enamored by her chest, I continued to grope and touch them, ignoring all that was around. My fingers pinched her nipples; they were so hard yet soft. I brought my face further, my lips stretching to meet the hardened nub.
I wrapped my arms around Venefica's back, my fingers touching her leathery wings. I sucked on Venefica's breast like a baby; licking her nub, tenderly biting upon it, sucking just as hard as I could. The Baroness' hand met my head, pushing and holding me down just softly. While I sucked on one of her breasts, my hand groped and teased the other. She was enjoying this; I could tell. Her face was a blush, though stern and hard. It was as if she was trying to hide her pleasure. Still, she sucked on her finger in a manner I had never seen before.
"Ah..."
I stopped. Had the Baroness just moaned? Looking into her face, I found her eyes were glancing off in annoyance.
"Do not get so cocky, Creator," she berated, "It is only natural that I would... moan..."
When she said that, her blush grew. I found it to be cute, too cute, even. So I kissed her. My lips met hers in a loving kiss; my hands laying upon her shoulders. I held her close, pressing my chest up against hers. Our tongues met, allowing me to taste the deliciousness of her mouth. Her hands met my grey vest, and she took it off. It spilled on the floor, where she immediately began to unbutton my shirt one hole at a time. Now wearing only my pants, shoes, and a tie, Venefica hugged my close. I felt her hard nipples rub against my skin, and it was wonderful.
She broke the kiss soon after, and began to kiss my neck. I gazed upon her with half-closed eyes, wondering what actions she was taking. Further down my body she kissed, teasing my chest and my nipples, but moving further down. To my belly button, further down, to my pants. She unbuckled the leather belt, unhinged the golden buckle, and pulled down my slacks. Gazing at my underwear, she rubbed my hard member through it. Even though the fabric was touching me, and not her hand directly, it felt so great.
"I am no mere maiden, Creator..." Venefica said as her claws gripped the edges of my undergarments, "I am a Baroness, and I expect you to treat me as such. Before you ejaculate, you will warn me," she glanced up at me, her blue eyes shining, fangs blatant, "I will make you suffer, do you understand?"
"Yes, Baroness Venefica," I answered, "I understand..."
"Good..." she gazed back down to my pelvis, and pulled my underwear down; my member unfurled, "Now prepare for some enjoyment..."
I watched with wide eyes as Venefica brought her face to my cock. Her nose met it, and she took a few whiffs of my musky scent. I watched those blue eyes gleam at the smell, though her face did not change its disposition. Her hand jerked me off briefly, her head raising. Her eyes closed, and she gave a slight peck upon my member's head. I let loose some air from the kiss, while Venefica slithered her tongue out. She began to lick my cock's head with a skilful tongue. I watched her warm spit glide down my member, and it sent shivers down my spine. She jerked me off some more, whilst licking my hard head. I reached forward to touch her, but Venefica's flapping wings stopped me from doing so.
She opened her mouth next, and I got another look at those gleaming fangs. I'd hate for them to be biting me. Fortunately, I was spared. Venefica descended with her open mouth upon my awaiting cock. She took in the first third, allowing me to feel the insides of her warm mouth. I couldn't help but to moan. But that wasn't enough; she began to lick and tease my cock within her mouth. As her head descended lower, the sucking increased with power. She tugged and pulled on my member, moving up and down in a way so lewd. I watched her face, blush red, as her 'O' face sucked on my.
Then she left my cock, with a Pop! nonetheless. Now she paid attention to my balls, taking them into her mouth and sucking on them as well. My loins were always so tender, as any man, and she treated them as such. Rumbling them around in her mouth, taking one in, then switching to the other. Her hand continued to jerk me off, squeezing tighter yet gliding easier with actions so skilful. My mind almost went blank, as I felt my limit reaching. And I remembered the Baroness' words.
"Baroness!" I called, "Venefica! I'm! I'm cumming!"
"Cumming..." she remarked, "Such a low and despicable word..." she attached her mouth to my member again, and once more started to suck, "Go ahead," she said, voice muffled, "Ejaculate."
And I did, as if her words were what stopped me from doing so. I, as the Baroness so eloquently put it, ejaculated into her mouth. One warm, steamy rope of my cum, followed another steamy rope, all of it within her. I couldn't stop myself, no matter how hard I tried. Venefica's face was just too endearing when I saw it. Her blue eyes, shining, rolled into the back of her skull. Did she enjoy the taste of my cum in her mouth? Did she enjoy drinking it? It seemed to be the truth. I watched her throat bulge and undulate as she swallowed every spurt of cum I fired.
When I finished, I fell back, nearly exhausted. I haven't the slightest clue why; it's not like I did much. Maybe it was the Baroness' mystical powers working again; that seemed to make sense. Whatever the case may be, I was now flaccid. Venefica's skills were just too good to enjoy more than once, it seemed. But as my eyes gazed down to her, I saw a sight which made me hard again. She was licking the cum which lathered onto her lips, cleaning them away. She smacked her lips lastly; a pleasured moan leaving her lips as well.
"Baroness..." I whispered.
"Looks like your member is still not as hard as it once was..." she said, her blue eyes moving down, a smile coming to her lips, "Let me cure you of that."
She grabbed my cock by the shaft, and moved her breasts up as well. I gazed in awe as she gripped her luscious orbs, and moved them over to my awaiting meat. She sandwiched my cock in between my breasts, squeezing them hard and tight. She began to move up and down, giving me a titjob as it was so articulately called. My member grew harder within, but not as hard as it once was. She started to grind her breasts against my cock, moving one breast up, the other down. Her speeds would increase too, causing my rapidly hardening member to return to its former glory. I saw my cock poke through the top of her heavy orbs, and I watched her eyes gleam.
"Good..." she stated as she finished her titjob, "You're back..."
I found myself being doubly attracted to the Baroness at this point. I couldn't tell you why though. I pulled her forth, and kissed those tender lips of her. She was shocked by the action, though quickly melted into it. I pushed her on her back, gently now, she is a Baroness, and I should treat her as such. I was above her, still kissing her, my hand groping her bountiful breasts. I heard her moan into my mouth; she wasn't even trying to hide it. When I pinched her hard nipple, I felt her entire body tense up and release some energy. I wanted that energy.
I continued to kiss the Baroness while my finger trailed down her chest and stomach. I circled her navel, before latching my hand upon her dress I broke our kiss; a strand of saliva still connected us however. My eyes traveled down her body; she was so irresistibly sexy. Alas, my brown orbs fell upon her skirt, and I grabbed it. After fiddling with the few buttons which held the black dress together, I snapped them open and apart. I tossed the garment to the floor immediately after, leaving the Baroness in nothing but her lace panties.
I moved my head down to them, grabbing her smooth and luscious legs. My head hovered a few inches away from her crouch; I could smell her womanly scent. She was wet, I could tell. I could smell it. I had found myself being more attracted to the womanly scent now more than ever. I licked the Baroness in her softest spot, causing her to arch back in pleasure.
"Foo..." she whispered.
I glanced up. I continued to lick her pussy through her thin panties; each lick making her move up and down slowly. As I did so, I watched her wings fold out slowly. Venefica was so sexy. Her eyes were closed, and she was playing with her luscious orbs with one hand. The other hand was on my head, holding me down so I could give her even more pleasure. I didn't fight back; I enjoyed it down here.
I continued to make love with my tongue through Venefica's panties. My fingers were trying to gain entrance into her moist core, but as long as she had these lace undergarments, that wasn't happening. So I took them off. For a change, I was taking the initiative in this little affair. I took off the Baroness panties, despite her orders not too. I slipped them down her slender legs, and off her dainty toes. When they were in my hands, I tossed them away into the corner of the room.
Venefica was angry now, I could tell. She glared at me with her icy cold blue eyes, wishing she could destroy me right on the spot. And me? I gave her the most wanting face I could muster. Eyes slanted inward, one of those corner smirks. There was no escaping me, not even for the Baroness.
"So lewd, Creator," she berated, as if I were a child, "I said you could not treat me as some mere maiden..."
"Just for tonight," I answered, being unusually cocky, "You'll be serving me!" I gazed down to her awaiting pussy, ignoring her shocked face, "And you should be gracious I'm a loving Baron."
I'm not sure where this added sense of bravado came from. Saying such words to Baroness Venefica of all people usually resulted in someone's death. Maybe it was because I am the so called 'Creator'. Or maybe its because I'm lucky. Who knows?
I started to kiss her pussy, lapping up as many of her juices as I could. The Baroness threw her head back in lust as she called out. I continued to lick her, sliding my tongue deep into her juicy core. Her womanly fluids were just as good as I could have imagined; jeeze I'm really sounding creepy. I don't care. I bit on her clit, making the Baroness scream. I brought two fingers, my index and middle, closer to her cunt. I teased the entrance at first, before sliding in the first few centimeters of my digits. Venefica gripped my head hard; I could feel her claws digging into my scalp. Though it hurt, I found the power to ignore it. I continued to etch my fingers deeper into her pussy, feeling her warm walls slowly move down upon them. It was a feeling I can't accurately describe. Every time I feel a woman's insides in such a way, it just mystifies me. How am I supposed to describe it? I don't know. I just know I wanted to be one with the Baroness.
I pulled up and stopped eating out her pussy. Gazing into her face, I saw she was disappointed with my decision. She wanted more, just like I wanted more. She wouldn't say it though, no, the Baroness was too proud for that.
"Now what, Creator?" she asked, spite in her voice.
"You know..." I answered as I began to rub my hard cock, "You know..."
She grew wide eyed as I angled my large, hard member, for her quivering southern lips. I watched Venefica tense up, as my hard cock neared her awaiting pussy. A gentle rub was enough to send shivers down her spine; she was really waiting for this. Me personally, I was enamored by the sight of her juices glisten the head of my member. I gripped Venfica's waist, holding her in place while I stretched my cock forward again. I could see she both wanted this, yet at the same time, didn't want it. I don't know why; her head was just shaking no. But she kept egging me on; she kept calling my name.
"Creator..." she would moan lowly, as if I couldn't hear it.
Why didn't she just ask for it if she wanted it so much? I would have given it to her. Instead, I teased her a bit. I rubbed her pussy, refusing to shove in when she wanted me too. I watched her face grow frustrated beyond belief. Eyes closed, teeth bore, face scrunched in anger.
"Stop it Creator!" she suddenly yelled, "Stop teasing me!"
"Teasing?" I replied with a certain amount of cockiness, "Am I teasing you?"
"Yes..." she answered with a growing blush, "You are..."
"What am I doing to tease you?" I inquired, "What? Do you want me to... fuck you?"
She nodded, of course.
"I don't quite get that gesture," I lied, making her face grow angered, "Can you tell me what you want, Baroness?"
"Put... it... in..." she said, slowly so I could understand.
"No, Venefica my dear," I said, "I want to hear you say, 'Creator. Fuck me...'"
She shook her head, an embarrassed visage taking her.
"C'mon, Baroness!" I remarked like a child, "Just say it..." I started to rub with an increased speed, "Or I won't do it..."
I watched her face grow even more and more frustrated as she thought on my words. The only way I stick it in, was if she said what I wanted her to say. Honestly, I would've plunged in anyway, whether she said it or not. I just wanted to hear her say it. If she didn't say it sooner or later, I would've exploded.
"Dammit Creator!" she yelled; I don't think I ever heard her curse before, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! I can't take it anymore! I said fuck me with your long hard cock!"
That was a bit more than I asked for, but it sure did make me hard. I gripped Venefica's legs, pulling them up so they leaned against my shoulders. I aimed my member toward her cunt, and slowly guided it in. I watched Venefica pull back in lust as my cock's head parted her pussy.
I should have been more gentle with Venefica. Despite her pious nature, and controlling ways, she had her soft times. Sex was probably one of them. But I didn't go easy. Quite the opposite. I rammed into that bat with all my strength, right from the onset. She threw her head back, spit flying, my name flying from her open mouth.
"CREATOR!" she yelled, making me feel so much harder within her.
I didn't start with the slow stuff; I went directly into ramming her. I went as fast as I could, thrusting my hips back and forth. The Baroness yelped every time I rushed into her. Those luscious orbs of hers which I had fallen to adore, bounced up and down with each of my quickly forced rams. Her face was so lewd; I loved it. Mouth open, eyes half-closed, a face of pure orgasmic pleasure. Every time my member reached inside, she would call my name. I couldn't take it, and I could tell she couldn't.
"It's reaching my womb!" she yelled, "Creator!"
How do I describe being one with the Baroness? So warm, so wet, so luscious. I picked up my pace, ramming in and out at undefined speeds. Her yelps of my name drove me on, I tried so hard to bring her to orgasm. I wanted to see her face when she did. I didn't have to wait long.
"AH! AH! AH!" she yelled, even as I slowly stopped my rams, "AH! CREATOR!"
I gazed upon her rapidly reddening face; she was trying not to show her pleasure. Mouth open, her body lunged up as fluids flowed from her pussy. I'm surprised I hadn't cum myself, but I don't think I could have. Watching Venefica was enough for me. She squirted all over my cock, up to the point that she couldn't do so anymore. When she fell back, exhausted, sweat was dragging along her body.
"You're so beautiful, Baroness..." I said as I leaned down and kissed her, "Too beautiful..."
"Don't patronize me, Creator..." she answered as our lips met.
We intertwined into another one of those kisses. Her tender lips were so magnificent, her tongue as well. I loved her and her body, but I wanted to be connected more.
"So, Maiden," I called her, witnessing her shift in stare, "Ready to have some more fun?"
I laid on the bed, on my back, and ordered her to ride me. She was, understandably, shaken by this. To be ordered was something a Baroness did not have to do. But she bent to my will nonetheless, much like the first time. She rose her body, and angled her pussy lips over my cock. I grabbed her by the waist, and slowly etched her down upon me.
As I entered the Baroness once again, she swooned in absolute lust. I smiled, though that smile was belittled by the pleasure I was also feeling. Pulling her up and down on me, moving through her quivering cunt, it was just as great, if not more so, than the last time. Up and down, the blushing beauty moved, moaning as my cock dove into her.
What we were doing right now wasn't fucking. No, we weren't like animals in heat, for a change. This was love making. Slow, methodical, not hyper fast and kinda violent. Yet it was so wonderful, watching the Baroness ride me. Seeing her hand grip her breast, squeezing it, obviously to relieve some of this tension. I watched as my member was swallowed by her hungry cunt.
I pulled up from my bed, wrapping my arms around her body. I dove my face into her breasts, sucking on her nipples which were now salty thanks to her sweat. She moaned deep into my ear, sending rumbles through my spine. I bit on her hardened pink nub, licked it too, sucking it passionately. I wanted Venefica to feel loved, as much love as I could possibly give her. Someone like her, she was hated too much. I wanted to show she could be loved, too.
I pulled back, laying my head upon my bed. My hold on her thighs increased; I could feel my limit coming. Could I cum within the Venefica? Would she anger me? My answer was the Baroness herself. I gazed up to her body as she raised and lowered on my cock, moment by moment, and extremely slowly. Her orgasmic face of lust told me she wanted it. She wanted me to cum within her.
To make love to the Baroness; it was truly a magical thing.
I pulled up, wrapping my arms around her shoulders as I did so. Pulling her close, I kissed those tender lips of hers. She didn't try to fight me off, instead she moaned full force into my mouth. The taste of her moan was all I needed.
I released her shoulders, instead reaching down to her waist. Grabbing upon her soft ass, I thrust into her with my pelvis. I could feel my loins rumble, my cock hardening. I let out a groan, as I came inside of her. Venefica moaned in my ear as my semen stained her deepest insides. One burning rope after another, all of it inside of her.
When it was all over, the bat swooned onto the bed. She collapsed beside me, sweaty, tired, still sexy. I hugged her close, once again placing a kiss on her exhausted lips. They were still tender, just so you know. To my surprise, Venefica held me close as well, kissing back with as much force as I kissed her.
"Creator..." she mused, shining blue eyes growing half-closed, "That was not nice..."
"What wasn't nice?" I inquired as we began to cuddle.
"Your treatment of me," she answered, "Making me say such vile things. Calling me maiden. Making me ride you..." her face grew hard and angered, "And you broke one of my rules."
"And what rule would that be?" I asked, secretly beginning to fret.
"I told you, and I made it perfectly clear. You had to warn me before you ejaculated..." she increased her hold on me, holding me in this tight death grip; I even felt her claws dig into my back. Ouch, "Now. You will suffer!"
"Jeeze, Venefica," I answered, "Can't you be a little lenient? You did enjoy it!"
I gazed into her face, seeing her think about it briefly. Key word being; briefly.
"No..."
Suddenly, her mouth opened and her eyes widened. Those orbs shined brightly, while her fangs jutted from her jaw. She moved down to my neck, to far pass my line of vision. I felt a sharp, hard pain in my neck; surely her fangs. Yet, through that pain, I began to feel better. I just fainted suddenly, surprisingly enough.
...
So what do you think happened? Go ahead. Guess. I woke up in that bed an unspecified amount of time later, all alone. Venefica and her crow was gone, along with any traces of her. I was, again, naked, and still exhausted. But I knew the night with the Baroness was real. How you may ask? The two holes which lay on my neck. Crazy, right?
I stepped through my door, tired of course. I'd need to wake up in a few hours to head on to work. So in lieu of actually undressing, I just staggered through my apartment, before walking up to my bed. I fell in it, face first, searching in vain for my pillows. When my hand met them, I groaned with delight and pulled them close. But when I did, my head met paper. I glanced up as I turned on my bedside lamp. It was a letter.
It was a well crafted letter, with an insignia holding the folds together. I stuck my thumb inside the paper and tore it apart. I pulled out the note within.
Dearest Creator, Despite your childish and frisky nature, I enjoyed the night's fun. I know you have work in the morning, and I do not wish to hold much of your time. I just wished to say sorry for biting you. If there's any consolation, you're blood tasted delicious. Take that as you will. And, oh yes, your next amount of fun. That's what you wish to know, am I right? Allow me to shed some light on this woman in your next lay. She's a mother, something different from what you're used too. A strong figure, she has such blue eyes and golden fur. She's a different kind of woman, dare I say. And don't you dare say no to her. You'll like her, I assure you that. The Baroness. Venefica D'etore.
What is this place and what is it's name? I need to know. Or, I could just shut up and enjoy it. Yeah, I'm a go with the other.