Chapter 3 - A Vampiric End


Contains: Mature, mind-break, rough sex, older woman/younger male, anal, maledom  
 



“Whore!”

“Dirty wank-rag!” 
 
Within Atreus Black's room in the Obelisk Blue dormitory, various degrading words were spat out by Mindy and Jasmine at Tania, whilst they tugged at her pierced nipples and slapped her dripping pussy, all of which only made her coo and mewl, only showing how far the once proud Amazoness had fallen, finding praise in such humiliating words, her body flushing, her olive skin glistening with sweat as the two younger women abused her to their own content.  
 
Atreus laid back on the bed, watching them go at the once-haughty warrior woman, whilst the gorgeous forms of Alexis and Fonda sucked his cock and slobbered over his balls, nasty, sloppy noises escaping the both of them, drool escaping their lips as they bobbed to and fro. 

Alexis pulled off with a pop, gasping for breath as she looked at him. “Muhh~master,” she began, panting, her beautiful face nothing but a reddened, tear-streaked, drooling mess. “Pleeaseee fuck me!”  

Atreus let out a scoff of laughter, before leaning forward and picking up the gorgeous blonde, impaling her upon his pillar, a loud moan tearing free from her lips. Fonda got up, and crawled up onto the bed, along his body, her doughy breasts pressing into his skin as she kissed and worshipped his body adoringly. One of his hands slipped down and sunk into her pillowy arse-cheeks, drawing another lovely moan from his teacher, her eyes closing in bliss.  
   
Hours of lurid debauchery passed, and eventually, each girl lay passed out in a gooey puddle of bliss. The bright light of the moon that illuminated the island of Duel Academy, shone through the windows in Atreus's room, as the young man himself lay there, his eyes flicking through his deck. 

There had been talks, between those of the students and the professors in the know about the Shadow Riders. They had all been expecting the latest one to try anytime soon – and it would seem they had, but no-one was aware exactly of what had happened, just that Zane and Crowler had been challenged, that they lost and then something had happened, causing them to not check in for the past few days.
  
It was odd, because as much as it grated on Atreus's pride, he could admit that both Zane was a very good duellist, and Crowler was better than most on the island; he was a professor for a reason, after all – and yet they lost. 

He blew out a sigh. Atreus was restless, he knew this. There was a part of him at the moment, the part that sung every time he summoned his dragons, that roared with... something. As if his spirit knew that someone was intruding upon the territory he had staked as his own, or as if they were a threat to his hoard – his women. 

Atreus grunted. Lying about like this wasn't going to do anything, and all his fuck-pets were sleeping, their faces twisted in content, lewd expressions of joy. He got up out of the bed, before getting dressed, packing his deck as he went out for a walk, wanting to either clear his head or see if he could find any traces of what happened to Zane or Crowler. 

He had checked out the forest, first; after all, it was where his new Amazoness pet operated from. It was to no avail, however, as he searched for any signs – entirely unaware of the bat flittering around above him, following him. It was as he emerged from the forest that he saw it.

There, upon the lake, was a massive bridge, a dense fog encircling the entire area. He could vaguely make out lights at the end of the bridge; even the air felt... ominous.

Atreus snorted. He was a Black, a dragon. This didn't scare him. Without any hesitation, he walked onto the bridge, his steps sure, his gait confident.

“Creepy fog... creepy castle. Hmm, I wonder...” He muttered sarcastically.

As he drew close, the shadows surrounding the castle seemed to darken, as the doors opened without any prompting. Atreus snorted, before walking in, utterly unafraid. He looked around, eyes roaming over the foreboding, gothic interior, before continuing to walk around, looking for either Zane and Crowler or the Shadow Rider who obviously owned this abode. 

Candlelight cast his broad, muscular frame in shadow as he prowled the walls, checking in every room. It wasn't too long before he... felt something; a tug, almost, that seemed to guide him somewhere. Whilst he wouldn't have believed in this... feeling before, he had experienced much of the weirdness surrounding duel monsters and the like already, on top of what his father had told him, and so he didn't deny the pull – instead he walked in the direction he felt himself being guided along.

He entered a room, only to come to a stop at what he saw. It was a luxurious bedroom, furnished to the high-heavens, decorated in much the same manner as the rest of the castle, with wine-red curtains and a deep, plush carpet; there was also an elegant, ceiling-tall mirror against one of the walls, that was contained in a frame of gold. What caught his immediate attention, however, was who was sitting on the edge of the large bed, a glass of very red wine in her hand, casually sipping at the liquid, her eyes locked on him, smokey and smouldering, yet at the same time, there was a predatory tint to them, as if she were looking at an edible morsel.   

It didn't change the fact that she was utterly divine. 

Her face alone was beautiful, angular and sharp in a way that screamed regal, that screamed royalty and elegance. Her lips were a perfect mixture of plump and pouty, with a natural red sheen to them, and her eyes, a unique mixture of yellow and grey, held an intense, near-hypnotic quality to them that was alluring. Her emerald hair fell down past her shoulders like a silken waterfall, drawing the eye with ease to the exotic colour.     
 
The woman placed her glass down before standing up, and Atreus's eyes roamed intensely over her; the emerald-haired woman in front of him was beyond gorgeous. Her body was voluptuous, breasts the size of basketballs pushing tightly against the red dress she wore, each slight movement making them jiggle. The dress also clung to her skin tightly, clearly accentuating the way her thin waist flowed into wide hips, that swelled into a doughy arse that he could see, even from the front. A hint of long, creamy legs was shown in the cut off of the dress, her long legs accentuated by the black heels she was wearing.      

“Well, aren't you just... delectable?” The gorgeous woman purred, her voice sultry, as sweet as sin. “My name is Camula.” 

Atreus watched as she sauntered towards him, his eyes locked on her. Her every word seemed to make her dress shimmer, her mouth-watering, hourglass figure and her flawless curves emphasised with every breath; she was a walking, erotic wet dream, one that even Atreus, with his iron will, who had been with a multitude of women, was having trouble resisting.        

But resist he did, something that caused Camula's succulent lips to curve into a smirk. 

“And you,” she continued, her voice utterly alluring. “You are Atreus Black.” 

Atreus didn't give any reaction bar the narrowing of his eyes. After a few moments of silence as he stared at her, he responded. “I am.”

Camula's smile widened even further, showing off a hint of sharp teeth, a low chuckle escaping her.

“I've been watching you, you see,” she began, one hand flicking to the side, a bat flying onto it, looking at Atreus, its eyes glowing, before it flew off again. Atreus gave no reaction. “You are a different kind of male compared to the rest on this island...”

She got even closer, one hand reaching out as if to touch him, before she pulled it back. 

“Yes, I am a Shadow Rider, as you have no doubt guessed. I've already faced a few of the people on this island... the last young man I faced, I had hoped...” she spoke, rolling her head sensually from side to side, showing off her slender, pale neck. “Alas, he didn't live up to my expectations, neither in duel or other areas, but you...” Camula trailed off, her eyes gleaming. 

“Where are they?” Atreus asked, his tone casual.

Camula chuckled; it was a throaty, raspy thing. “Oh darling, they're always with me now,” her smile widened again, highlighting the fanged teeth she possessed. “I'm a vampire, you see. One of the last. Those strapping young men and the older one you called professor now belong to me, under my thrall. I expected too much of them, as I mentioned – but you, Atreus, you will be the one I think. The perfect mate to restore my kind.”

Atreus gave no reaction at her knowing his name, nor at her stated goal – he only looked over her gorgeous body with an intensity he usually reserved for duelling. 

“Normally, I would duel you first, but as I've said... I've been watching you. I've seen what you've got up too with all those silly little sluts. I figured, why not get straight to the main act and make sure you're the right one?” Camula purred, her long, sinewy tongue rolling over her plump lips.   
    
Her hand gripped the edge of her garment, and Camula pulled off her dress in one smooth, elegant motion, the entire garment peeling away from a wide chest and was subsequently shrugged down around creamy skin. She was utterly Junoesque, her skin was unblemished and smooth, her curvature enticing from shoulders to hips, her body looked perfect; a body the likes of which Atreus had never seen. His gaze immediately locked onto her chest – it was positively immense. Two perfectly rounded, full, mouth-watering globes that rivalled the size of Kuriboh's, both tipped with dark pink nipples, tucked together in an impressive display of gravity-defying cleavage - they had to be some of the biggest he'd seen, even more so than any of the other women who were his, who also definitely weren’t lacking themselves. 

His eyes trailed down, roaming over the lower half of her body. Her long legs were silky smooth, matching her round hips and the swell of her large, pillowy arse. Her waist dipped and widened to her torso, which bared those two quivering masses of her huge breasts. Above her pristine, pink pussy, already glistening with arousal, was a small patch of green hair, shaped like a bat. She turned around in one smooth motion, showing her heart-shaped, fat arse in all its creamy glory, gyrating her hips ever so slightly, causing her bubble-butt to wobble enticingly, before completing the spin, and looking at him once more, the coy expression on her face, slick lips and entrancing, smokey eyes, completing her image of divine perfection.  
    
Atreus, for once, was struck silent at the sight of such enthralling beauty, his already hard cock growing impossibly further. 
 
Camula chuckled throatily as she walked towards him. “It seems you like what you see,” she purred, her hands grasping both the shirt he was wearing along with his trousers and tearing both items of clothing free with ease, revealing his body, clad in only his boxers, to her predatory gaze. Her fingernails scraped lightly across lines of Atreus’s toned abs, leaning in, letting her tongue trace the fine, cut lines, her hands now lightly tracing over the elastic of his boxers, tugging at it teasingly letting it go, letting it snap back. She looked him directly in his eyes, smiling at the fire within his irises. “I like what I see too,” she whispered, breathily.         

Her eyes gleamed with a coyness as she leaned forward, her big, plush lips pressing against his in a lewd, wet liplock. It was sensual and enthralling, a kiss that promised so much, a kiss that she controlled with expert precision, with a mastery built from centuries of seduction. It continued for a while, before she pulled back, her tongue languidly licking her crimson lips.   

It was incredible... but Atreus had had enough of letting this... vampire think she was in control of him. Despite how utterly beautiful she was, he wasn't going to let that happen. In an instant, he moved. Atreus was so fast and so quick that Camula was utterly blindsided when their lips slammed together once more, the speed almost blinding; all she saw was his face coming toward her before it covered her entirely, and her exclamations of shock at his quick actions were utterly silenced by the feeling of a mouth against her own. It was as simple as that, and her eyes went wide as she felt his lips pressing against hers all of a sudden, grinding down with single-minded intent, far more forceful and controlling than she was expecting.     
  
An undignified squeak escaped her, and her hands whipped out, pressing against him in protest, yet she dimly noted that she wasn't using her superior, inhuman strength to push him away. Her brain had not quite process what happened at first, but Atreus knew exactly what he was doing as he dominated her lips. His mouth pressed down to cover her lips in full, and they squished down firmly to cup them both together. He pressed in harder, tilting his head, mouth sliding, and locking her into a kiss that was as powerful as it was sudden.    

With wide. stunned eyes, Camula struggled - she had nothing else she could do, again, not even thinking about her superior, inhuman strength - so overcome that she was by Atreus's bruising, forceful kiss. She tried to somehow wrangle herself out of the kiss, in order for her to regain control, but Atreus matched her beat for beat as he pressed down, mouth squishing into hers, allowing her to feel everything from top to bottom; worse, as the younger man tilted his head fractionally once more, locking them together even further and sending tingling stimulation through her buxom body.                                        
                                                                        
'What... what even...' Her mind thought, a lustful confusion settling over her brain like a haze. Her hands once against pressed against him, feeling his incredibly hard, incredibly dense chest. Somewhat lost in the intensity of his kiss, her eyes flickered open quickly, looking at him. Atreus not only looked strong, but feeling that hardness against her hands was something else entirely - and with a simple swipe of his tongue, her eyes flickered close again, a mewl spilling forth from her that his mouth immediately swallowed.     
   
His arms were wrapped around her sensuous body, squishing her massive mammaries against his chest, one hand cupping the back of her neck, whilst the other trailed down over the curve of her waist, before palming and squeezing the doughy flesh of her derrière, and this, coupled with Atreus capturing her bottom lip caused more involuntarily moans and whimpers to spill forth from Camula's lips, the younger man suckling upon it, applying firm, eye-watering pressure to her mouth.

She shuddered at the first hint of delicious friction, and her mind sizzled oh-so-briefly at the oddly gratifying contact, as the liplock turned increasingly sloppy and sensual, spit and saliva being exchanged liberally, his tongue wrapping around hers and battering it into submission.     
 
“Haah, haaaah,” Camula panted as Atreus pulled back from the kiss, panting slightly even though she doesn't need air, her cheeks somehow flushed.                
     
Camula looked up at the boy-man, now that he stood before her. He was bigger than her, and even though she knew she was stronger than her, he had still easily held her within his arms without even trying, pinning her against his body, as if she were stuck in the crushing grasp of Vampire Genesis itself. She hadn’t been expecting the way Atreus took control of that kiss, hadn’t expected just how much it would send tingles along her body.     
          
She chuckled sultrily, trying to regain her composure and control of the situation. “Well, well, well,” she purred, though the seductive lilt to her words were dampened by the slight panting she made. “You certainly are something, aren't you?”

Atreus merely grunted in response, his hands still wrapped around her body, her fat tits squishing into the hard planes of his chest. 

“Now, darling, just stay right still and I'll show you pleasure you've never felt before.”

With that, the gorgeous older woman stepped back, breaking free of the embrace Atreus held her in, before she dropped to her knees in a lewd squat that even the most experienced of strippers would envy, her tits jiggling in a great, fleshy bounce as her doughy arse pressed against her heels. Her hands came up and tugged at the elastic of his boxers, her eyes looking straight at him with a sensual expression on her face as she yanked them down.  

“Oh my,” Camula whispered, eyes goggling as Atreus's cock fell free, smacking in her the face like a club. It hung over her gorgeous face, so large that it cast a shadow over her, and she blinked rapidly as her enhanced senses quickly picked up the potent musk that wafted off it.  
  
The vampiress wasn't even aware of the way her eyes fluttered, nor the small, whorish mewl that slipped out from past her lips as she inhaled the scent of his mighty pillar, nor the way her tongue lolled out past her plump lips as she subconsciously made little licking gestures.   
  
She leant forward, dragging her long, pink tongue from the base of Atreus’s cock all the way up to the tip in a sinuous manner, before her red lips enclosed around the throbbing head, suckling with an intensity that made her cheeks hollow, before pulling back, her eyes gleaming as she took in the cock that she knew had ruined many nubile maidens and gorgeous women. 

She smiled wide, fangs glinting. “How tasty,” she murmured, before engulfing his dick once more, this time moving further down, inch after inch of his rock-hard shaft entering her mouth, and Atreus hissed slightly as her soft, red lips rolled over his cock. 

Camula's head bobbed down in a smooth arc of motion, taking several inches of the cock into her mouth, and Atreus grunted as his dick entered the warm, damp heat of the older woman's mouth. Her plush cock-wrappers smoothly rolled over his phallic pillar, her tongue lathering the girthy shaft in her drool as she bobbed back and forth, a small moan vibrating the shaft betwixt her lips. 

Back and forth she went, sucking the mighty rod before her with a steady, intense vigour, a heat rushing through her body as she continued to blow Atreus, lewd, wet sucking sounds accompanying her every motion she made, her plump lips forming a tight ring around his shaft. With each smooth drop, she moaned, slurping around his cock – she did it with such slutty ease that she made it seem like an art form, her tongue wrapping around each inch with a wet caress. 

Before long, she grabbed her massive mammaries and pushed them together around the base of Atreus’s massive dick, her hands squeezing her own chest so forcefully her fingers made clear indentations in her creamy titflesh as she began to work his shaft in between the warm embrace of her globes, whilst, at the same time, she continued to dip her head down, swallowing Atreus’s cock in smooth, practiced motions, working the shaft over with both her massive breasts and her mouth, causing Atreus to groan above her, his obvious pleasure sending thrills through her.  

Pulling her lips back off his cock with a pop whilst still giving him a firm tit-job, Camula moaned, a sultry thing. “So big, so good~” The older woman purred, her eyes glinting with arousal as she let saliva pool in her mouth before dripping it out over his shaft, lubricating it even further as she worked it between her tits. 

Camula dove back down, plump lips engulfing the prick. She didn’t even realise how she submissively stroked and sucked on Atreus’s fat shaft, working him with her tits, hands and mouth with almost hungry enthusiasm, fastidiously worshipping his mighty phallic pillar. Nor did she realise just how lewd she truly looked, her elegant, regal visage twisted into an embarrassingly whorish blowjob face, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked his cock with a vacuum-tight seal of her lips. 
 
“You know… your lips are such perfect cock-pillows” Atreus spoke, voice low and deep, sending a shiver through Camula’s spine. “Let’s really put them through their paces.”
  
'I-wha-MMMMPHHH!'

Camula's thoughts were cut off rapidly; she was sent gurgling as the hard cock smashed through her parted lips and hit the roof of her mouth with a powerful thud that immediately made her wince. Her hands let go, an audible thwap echoing around the room as her pillowy jugs bounced back down, and a sputtering protest filled the back of her throat as her eyes focused down, staring at the broad shaft that she had been sucking, that was now suddenly stretching out her lips and pushing into her throat; her mind not quite understanding what had just suddenly happened, and her body not at all caught up with it.    
  
Atreus did not care for her mental state, her delayed reactions or what she wanted. He only grabbed Camula with two great fistfuls of her emerald hair and held firmly as he pulled back, before driving his cock forward again, grinding the rubbery head against the roof of her mouth and then sending it flopping forward to slam against her wet tongue and down her throat, groaning aloud at the tight, hot embrace of her mouth. Camula's tongue squished down around against the meaty weight of the shaft, and it wriggled uselessly beneath it.     
   
Even though Camula had seen his dalliances with other women on the island, spying on him through the use of her bats, she was still caught off guard by the speed and the aggressive, frenzied rate at which Atreus fucked her mouth. His cock continually popped past the small obstruction at the back of her throat, a huge bulge constantly appearing in the front of Camula’s neck as her entire gullet was turned into a wet, tight, nasty cocksleeve for Atreus's massive pillar.  

Gllrrrcckk! Gllaccckkk! Glrrrrrcchchhh!

“Fuck, that feels good.” Atreus grunted casually, easily taking charge with his usual dominant, draconic mien. He was firm and unyielding, steady thrusts into her mouth and down her throat, all but smashing his pelvis against her nose as he drove straight to the hilt each time.     
  
Camula was beginning to realise, in the depths of her currently dazed mind, that she had definitely underestimated Atreus, as he continued to skullfuck her with ease. Atreus rolled his hips, and the cock was sent grinding over her smooth tongue. It was smooshed down, flattened beneath the vascular girth as it drove forward like a spear, and she couldn’t do much more than sputter and gag indignantly around it. Her eyes blinked rapidly and watered as the wrist-thick dick almost laughably, easily conquered her warm mouth, slamming aside saliva with ease and filling her entirely. 
                  
Fingers pulled on her hair again, and a palm settled in against the back of her head. It was a strong grip, one that Camula could fight off - but the only thing on her mind was the cock that was so brutally just slamming into her mouth as if she meant nothing, as if she were just an object, it rolling forward over her fluttering tongue and grinding it down into nothing more than a carpet. She gurgled weakly at the sensation, retching around the invading length in a crude, humiliating fashion, her throat spasming and tightening around the invading pillar of flesh as Atreus fucked her beautiful face with relish.    
       
Camula could not do much more than gurgle, in fact, as the cock drove into her mouth and hit the back of her throat with each heavy thrust, each time leaving her eyes rolling as her throat was treated as a cock-sleeve by the young human. She choked wetly at the touch of his invading shaft, and tears prickled into life in strain. Her cheeks stretched in rough accommodation and her jaw widened roughly around it. It was a big, thick dick, and one that no mouth could easily take. It was the cock of a dragon, a massive shaft of girthy meat designed to fuck women into submission, and she knew that – she could taste the taste of countless girls and countless, nameless fluids; so many conquests it was uncountable, her enhanced senses easily distinguishing the taste of everyone he’d utterly wrecked so far.
           
“Fuck, your mouth is great,” Atreus husked, and he sounded pleased, clearly experiencing great satisfaction from plugging her mouth up with his dick, from seeing her plump lips stretched around his meat. “Such a perfect little cock-hole.”   
 
Camula's throat bulged with every thrust of Atreus's hips, his manner resolute as he forced his dick down her wet gullet, the younger man continuing to speak. “Maybe you were actually afraid of duelling me, and so thought you could best me in this manner but... well, that's obviously not working out for you well so far, is it, you silly old slut.” 

Camula choked around the dick, gasping for air even if she didn't need to breathe, as it continued to excavate her throat with force, and she tried to do something about it; hands rose and pressed against muscular thighs, but her palms pressed down into the hard skin and seemingly achieved nothing. The younger man very easily sent his shaft pushing down more and more by the moment, conquering ever more of her mouth, apparently unaware of her attempts to hold him back from motions. 

The fact that it was all happening so quickly still shocked her, and she was still trying to understand what was happening, how she’d lost control so quickly, going from what she thought was a sinfully mind-blowing blowjob to the skull-fucking she was receiving, Atreus using her head as a convenient handhold to force himself down deeper, driving the stiffness of his mighty rod into the tightness of her throat. She gagged and choked, her hands splaying lightly against his thighs, weakly trying to push him back as a fierce heat built within her, a flare of pressure so large that it was overwhelming. 

Gllrrrcckk! Glrrrcchh! Glllaarcckk!    

Muffled screams echoed around his pumping shaft; the pleasure searing through her was immense, her arousal reaching heights she had never experienced before. Camula had never realised she could feel such satisfaction from just the use of her mouth and throat, and she shook as he fucked her face for his own lewd, sordid desires, using her like she was some cheap human slut, like one of his silly little whores instead of treating and respecting her like the fierce, elder vampiress she was. 
  
Camula realised just how much she was enjoying her face being treated like his personal pocket-pussy when her eyes rolled deliriously in her skull, her tongue lashing away at his plunging cock as she suddenly came, a wanton, muffled mewl leaving her cock-stuffed mouth as she – an elder vampiress - shook in an embarrassing, hands-free orgasm that rocked her body, like a common, back-alley whore, juices squirting out of her quim onto the floor.    
     
Above her, Atreus grunted. “Fuckkkk,” he hissed through gritted teeth - the tight seal around his cock was already incredibly pleasurable, and as Camula came, her throat seemed to spasm and milk him with a mind of its own. He held her down against his groin, his cock jammed right down her throat, releasing heavy, thick ropes of sperm right into Camula’s stomach, as she swallowed what felt like litres of his hot, steaming baby-batter.   

“Hnnnnggghh!” Camula moaned, a low, warbling thing, her gorgeous, regal visage had morphed into a lewd, wanton sight of debauchery as cum painted her throat white and pumped into her stomach; her eyes were crossed foolishly, her face flushed. As Atreus slowly pulled his cock free from her gullet, a wet, glottal sound accompanying the motion, her lips stretched into a dazed smile directed at him – it was a decidedly vapid smile also, and there were strands of drool and cum covering her plush lips.  

She opened her lips to speak, before she squealed as Atreus moved, as quick as the lunge of Sinister Serpent, and he picked her up, moving her curvaceous body around. Her long legs were now in line with her voluptuous body, his arms wrapped around them as her feet flopped besides her head. He had folded her into a full nelson without expending hardly any effort in the manoeuvre, locking her in helplessly, trapping her against his muscular chest. Without any warning, his cock slammed into her drenched folds, and her perfect, pink pussy caved around the massive, pulsing fuckrod, a long, undulating scream tearing free from her lips as she was suddenly stretched wide open.             
      
“Oooooh~wahhhhhhhh!” Camula howled as Atreus pulled back, before plowing into her again, driving up into her pink folds with hammer-like blows that were the equivalent of the force of Obelisk the Tormentor's mighty punches, sending every inch of Camula's curvaceous body rippling. It was an ironic thing, the way Camula, such a beautiful vampiress, was impaled repeatedly upon his bitch-breaking stake, and the imagery that such thoughts conjured in her increasingly degenerate mind only made her moan more.  

“Exodia's balls, your insides are practically milking my dick,” Atreus groaned. Camula's pussy was unbelievably tight, the wet depths seeming to squeeze and suck his mammoth member as though it had a mind of its own, and he relished in the sensations he was feeling.
 
Her only response was a loud, mewling wail of euphoria as her cunt was stretched and torn open repeatedly, her visage having morphed into an eye-rolling, whorish fuck-face, an embarrassing, humiliating ahegao, as she came herself silly from the brutal womb-fucking she was receiving, having never experienced anything like his quick, brutal treatment before in her centuries of living, her body spasming constantly, her hips bucking wildly as her feminine nectar flooded her pussy and slurped around the pumping pillar of cockmeat. 

Atreus groaned, pumping in and out of her cunt as it gripped his dick in the throes of her orgasm was such an intense feeling, far more than he had felt before, the spongy walls of her twat seemingly rippling along his shaft with every thrust. He paid no attention to the howling screams the older woman was letting loose, concentrating only on the pleasure he was receiving as he rutted into her with frenzied intent. 

Atreus quickly grew tired of this position, though, and threw her down onto the bed, onto her hands and knees, a whimpering wail spilling from her lips as her quim was suddenly empty.

“Ooooh~waaa, muh, my Atreus, how bolddddddd!” Her panting was cut off, transforming into another lewd, loud scream as he slammed into her from behind. In this new position, on her hands and knees, she looked nothing like the noble vampire she had presented herself as – no, she looked like a desperate bitch in heat, her fat mammaries hung low, her huge, shelf-like bubbly arse stuck up behind her as Atreus pummelled into her. Her face was flush, drool trickling out of her lips as her eyes fluttered foolishly, her tongue lolling from her mouth as it gaped into a lewd 'O' shape.  

Atreus took one fistful of her gorgeous green locks, tugging it backwards like it was the reins of a horse. Camula moaned and groaned, feeling that mighty cock pound into her silken folds again and again, his heavy balls smacking against her clit with each thrust. The lewd sounds that spilled from her lips were obscene and hungry, her entire body trembling with heat and a ravenous, sexual fervour she had never felt before.        
        
Atreus tugged at her hair once more, pulling her head back, her graceful, slender neck arching as she sputtered through another warbling howl, her eyes fluttering wildly as the pressure that had rapidly built within her burst once again, like the explosion of Exodia's Obliterate attack, as she came again, so soon after her previous orgasm, her cunt clenching around his pummelling cock, a wanton howl spilling escaping her lips as she screamed like an animal, his mighty thrusts gouging her insides as he fucked her through her orgasm, her fat arse rippling from every impact Atreus made against her.   
  
As Atreus continued to fuck the beautiful vampiress, he slightly adjusted positions, moving her around, pushing her head and shoulders down, causing her back to arch and her fat arse to stick straight up. He was practically mounting her as one foot pressed her gorgeous face down into the plush bed, his other leg planted between her knees as he fucked down into her dripping snatch, piledriving into her with heavy, deep thrusts as his his hand slapped her bubbly arse.   
    
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Atreus landed one smack after the after, her pale skin turning a healthy crimson red as the doughy flesh rippled, even as he railed into her, the woman a mewling, moaning mess from his motions, her massive slut-balloons hanging below her and clapping with each thrust as her tongue lolled foolishly.           

'So... so ❤strong❤' Camula thought, frenetically. The increasingly diminishing part of her mind that still retained some actual sanity was also in shock, as the younger man continued to utterly excavate her folds, his massive member tearing her pussy apart as she moaned like an animal in supplication, her massive tits heaving beneath her.

“Hah, what a weakling you turned out to be! An elder vampire? Don't make me laugh, you're just a brainless bimbo whore! Just fat tits and a fat arse, ripe for fucking! Aren't you?!” Atreus roared, his cock pummelling her insides with every punishing thrust. 
 
His crude, degrading words only served to further Camula's burning arousal, the haze of carnal lust completely ensnaring her brain as she replied without truly thinking about the words she was speaking. “Ye-yesssss! I'm a, a, ooooohhh - this dumb bitch is sh~sorry m-masterrrr!” She wailed, the smooth, sultry, melodic tones she normally spoke in having long transformed into a high-pitched, breathy voice as his hands squeezed her corpulent arsecheeks, driving in and out of her dripping silken folds with the force of a rampaging Red Eyes Black Dragon. It was just after she spoke that she realised what she had said, and yet... and yet, she didn't want to take it back – it felt right. 
  
Each downward thrust was hard and heavy, Camula’s pristine cunt sloshing as Atreus's meat spear churned her molten core, as it battered her spongy walls. His fingers sunk into the fleshy expanse of her bubbly arse, and all the older woman could do was moan wantonly, all she could do was writhe in euphoria and to cry out over and over as pleasure wrecked her, squealing like a stuck pig. Atreus hammered down into her soft cunt - sharp, powerful strokes, each one enough to take her breath away, crashing down into her and leaving her dazed and breathless. The stinging smacks of flesh on flesh contact rang out to fill the air with their potency, much to Camula’s eye-rolling pleasure. Her body rippled with motion as the young man pounded it down into the bed with his mighty thrusts, holding nothing back at all as if he wanted her to know just how hard and strong he could go at it, to prove just how virile and powerful he was.
 
 It was all rough, womb-fucking sex that made Camula’s skin clap and thud and ripple with each strong, herculean impact. Her arse bounced mercilessly as Atreus drilled into her, his hips pushing and pumping with punishing force, hammering down quickly, cramming inches and inches of dense cockmeat into the slick tightness of her pussy, continually stretching it out, and then he pulled back, only to do it again and again and again in less time than it took to breathe. 

Camula groaned and wailed into the bed as she was fucked down in a near-perfect downward-dog, her body totally and wholly vulnerable to Atreus’s advances, her body shivering and rocking with pleasure. Those powerful, machine-like hips just rolled and impaled her time and time again, plunging into her depths with the same liquid ease as Water Dragon moving in its element, utterly stuffing her cunt completely full. Hard, heady pushes slammed against her at a rapid-fire pace, the pillowy flesh of her arse clapping wildly, the two giant hemispheres of creamy, doughy skin rippling like water with a stone skipping off it. 
     
“You know, my dad fucked my mum into becoming an absolute brain-dead bimbo – a completely depraved whore. I think that sounds like a wonderful idea, don't you?” Atreus grunted, his eyes closing briefly in pleasure at the feeling of her pussy clenching around his piledriving pillar, before he continued his crude diatribe, crowing in glee. “Yeah, out of all of the women I fuck, you're definitely the one most suited for it, Tania's my slavish, masochistic little pet, Alexis, Fonda and the others are my loving, devoted money-earning cumbuckets, but you, you’re definitely the hottest sex doll, Camula. So I think I'm going to keep you as my main woman, my perfect little bimbo, bare-footed fuckslut!” 
   
'I'm a... bim~bo? Fuhh~fuckslut? ❤Hnnnggggh!❤'

His hips smacked against her delectable derrière, slaps of flesh that sounded more like the draconic roar of Slifer the Sky Dragon thundered around the room, a primal growl tearing from Atreus's lips as he fucked her at a blisteringly fast, pussy-pulverising pace. The back of Camula's womb was wrapped around his fuckpillar, her spongy walls clinging to the shaft with a vice-like grip, all but sucking at his dick each time Atreus pulled out and slammed back in.
 
The savage gut-fucking Atreus was delivering was as fast and rough as the charge of Gaia, the Fierce Knight, and heavy and powerful as the punches of Ancient Gear Golem, utterly crushing her pristine cunt, his hips smashing in and out in a constant, overwhelming motion. Camula looked so far from the refined, erudite persona she had presented herself as at the beginning, her face so far transformed from the sense of regal nobility it had possessed - now she looked like a sloppy, delirious mess as she was utterly reamed out, her cunt being slammed into again and again and again and -
   
“Fuuuuuucck❤!” The gorgeous woman howled - it was toobigtoomuchtooeverything; great waves of sexual release crashed over her like a violent tsunami as she orgasmed furiously once more around his cock, her entire being awash with euphoric bliss and she drowned in it. Saliva flew from her mouth and splattered every which way on the bed and floor, her pussy swallowing his pummelling cock with a cacophony of juices squirting out around his shaft, her eyes rolling deliriously in her skull, her body convulsing as pleasure electrified her every nerve. Atreus didn't let up his thrusts, continuing to drive into her petals even as she came, causing more a cascade of smaller orgasms to wash over her, her howls turning into one, long, undulating, keening wail of wanton ecstasy.    

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
       
Atreus knew he was getting close; he could feel it from the way his balls were churning, and so, his shuddering pelvic impacts grew even rougher, even deeper and faster, stretching her folds out obscenely as he plowed into her with a force that bordered on godly, a force that he hadn't yet used on any of the other women as their bodies couldn't take it, but Camula, whose body was superhuman due to her vampirism – Atreus was every inch the personification of his Red Eyes Black Dragon, every inch of his girthy bitch-breaker hammering into the buxom woman's cunt, utterly reducing the once-proud woman into nothing more than another of his personal cum-dumps.   
 
“You wanted to revive your race, right? Well, you'll be pumping out baby after baby of mine now, my bare-footed broodmare!”

His cock pulsed with satisfaction, throbbing strong and hard as he roared, his cum surging forth in a torrential outpour of hot, sticky seed, rope after rope painting Camula's womb white, a deluge of ball-slop splurging into her, filling her up, sticking against her spongy walls. Atreus groaned as satisfaction coursed through him, the relief he felt as he came making his entire body tingle with pleasure – only further amplified by the lewd ahegao that he could see that the older woman's face had twisted into, her eyes showing pure white, her entire body heaving as her pussy grasped around his pulsing dick.           
 
He eventually pulled out, the motion accompanied by a wet squelch as her inner walls clung to his shaft, before he spun her around, admiring the way her curves jiggled with the movement, the way her smooth, creamy skin glistened with sweat, the way her beautiful visage was wracked with ecstasy. He pushed her legs aside, the gorgeous older woman completely pliant under his hands, as he lined his cock up with her pink rosebud, the tip of his dick pressing against that tiny hole.  

Camula looked up at him, and for a fleeting, dazed moment, she saw the Buster Blader in human form, his mighty sword in front of him and ready to swing, empowered by a draconic energy flowing through him. She had just enough time to realize what was coming, her eyes wide, but no time to do or say anything about it before Atreus smirked and suddenly pushed forward, spearing his cock deep into Camula's arsehole with one mighty thrust. 

WHAM!

For a second, Camula’s mouth opened as her eyes rolled back, but no sound came out. Her body trembled, fingers stiff as feet weakly kicked the floor, pressure building within her as her arsehole was torn open and stretched wide around his invading slab of meat, before that pressure exploded quickly, her silent scream turning into one long, wailing howl of pleasure.

“Oh FUCKKKK! Oh gawwddss that big fat cockkk, it’s shooo deep! Fuhhh~fuucckkk I can feel it in my shhtomach!” Camula babbled, despite her many centuries of age and experience she was already so well-fucked that she was unaware of how to process what was happening on either a physical or mental level, her gorgeous visage twisted into an utterly whorish rictus of pleasure. 

Atreus loomed tall over Camula’s form, prone as she was in this degrading, legs-spread position, supporting himself by using her massive tits as handholds whilst he tunnelled into her plump arse. His fingers sunk into the jiggling, creamy titflesh, treating them as if he owned them whilst he stretched her rosebud with every thrust. Camula’s face was soon streaked with tears as the last vestiges of sanity within her mind began to fray even further at the edges, the mixed sensations running through her body being simply too much for her to put up with. Camula came so hard her tongue stuck out stupidly yet again, and Atreus stared down, picking up every micro-expression washing over her face as his cock rammed further and further into her guts, catching the exact moment that she suddenly came her brains out yet again, so soon after her previous climax, babbling senselessly as happy tears ran down her face while drool leaked from her lips.   
   
The brutal, brain-frying fucking went on for the better part of an hour, Atreus groping Camula's massive mammaries, kneading the doughy flesh with an expert touch as he continued to piston in and out of her fat arse, the older women all but insensate with ecstasy, babbling an endless litany of praise and love for 'his fat cock' and more. She was a grunting, drooling, howling animal as she was split apart by Atreus's cock, and through it all the younger man never slowed down, but he eventually slowed down, his cock still as hard as the rod of the Dark Magician.  

“This big fat arse of yours takes my cock so well,” Atreus groaned through gritted teeth, her sphincter clenching around his behemoth pillar of cockmeat like a vice, as he slowly pulled back from her snug depths.   

The younger man leaned back, his hands grabbing her long legs, pushing them up beyond her head and folding her in two, bending her body into a taut, locked-in mating press, before he plunged back in. Camula could only howl whorishly as she came hard, getting off even more in just how Atreus manipulated her obscene bimbo body to use however the younger man wanted. Camula’s gorgeous, piercing eyes rolled madly in their sockets as Atreus bottomed out in her sphincter again and again, his firm hips crashing into Camula’s flesh, digging into her bowels so deep that a clear bulge could be seen in Camula’s torso.

“Look!” Atreus growled, gesturing with a tilt of his chin towards the mirror that was in the room, drilling into her arse with carnal savagery.                       

Wham! Wham! Wham!
 
Camula’s eyes went wide as she stared into the mirror, barely recognizing what she saw. Even in the throes of passion during sex before, she had always had a hidden reserve of composure due to her vampiress nature, able to outfuck any man easily. But now, she just looked like some brainless fuck doll bimbo, completely driven mad by lust and pleasure in a mindless, ragdollish state, her eyes practically scintillating with comical love-hearts, and it was at this moment it was as if a rubber-band had just snapped within her mind, as great paroxysms of euphoria utterly fried her brain. 
  
“Oh goddd, you’re driving me crazy, mah~masterrr! Right there, oh god I can feel your cuhhh~cawwwkkk in my fucking stomach! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, hnnggghh, I’m fucking ❤CUMMINGGG!❤” Camula wailed like a banshee as she came again and again, her arse clenching tight around Atreus’s cock even as her body tensed, before she convulsed, and her pussy suddenly gushed in a lewd, shameful squirting orgasm, spraying Atreus in her feminine nectar.

The feeling of her anal passage clenching around his cock made Atreus groan heatedly; it was exquisite. So exquisite, even, that his balls pulsed, his cock swelled, and a colossal load of scalding jizz came spiralling out of his dick, filling up her guts with his ball-slop, the emerald-haired vampire moaning wantonly as her arse was filled to the brim.

“Haaaah,” Atreus groaned, his eyes closed as his cock continuing to spurt out rope after rope of his seed, simply luxuriating in the pleasure he was feeling as he came. Slowly, as the thick rivulets of cum that his cock was spurting forth started to taper off, he pulled back out of her arse, a deluge of jizz spilling out as he dislodged his cock from the previously tight hole. 

Camula merely moaned weakly; she was a panting, mewling mess, her mind utterly blown, wracked with ecstasy as she was. Atreus looked down upon her and smirked, a smug thing, as he chuckled lowly, his hands coming down and kneading her fat tits, groping them with a casual manner as if they belonged to him. “I hope you know we're nowhere near done, Camula...” and the way he spoke name, in a manner that mixed amusement and mockery with degradation, only made her mewl under him.
  
“Yessssssss, my king, my master~❤” she replied, her voice breathy with lustful excitement, even as her eyes pulsed with what appeared to be love-hearts, looking at the man who owned her, completely and utterly, standing above her.
  
/-/-/-/-/  

Weeks later, after Zane and Crowler had miraculously been returned, without retaining any memories of what had happened, the Shadow Riders had dissolved. It was revealed that the very chairman of the academy, Kagemaru, had been behind the plan to gather the keys, in order to retrieve the Sacred Beast cards to drain the energy of duel spirits in order to revitalise his life. Honestly, Atreus didn't care all that much, he was rather incredulous towards it all – it did remind him of what his dad had told him about some of the weird incidents he had faced. 

What he did care about though, was that Camula's castle remained. It had moved to a different section of the island, and that was where he now lived when he was on the island – as did his women, and somehow, Atreus wasn't entirely sure how, everyone else on the island seemingly ignored the entire thing, but he chalked it up to the supernatural events that had been occurring. 
  
The muscular young man let out a content groan as he laid back on the luxurious bed. He had been looking at his deck, casually playing around with it, adjusting it, before he had put it aside for his current actions - his hands were now out to either side, fingers pumping in and out of Jasmine and Mindy's twats, the two girls squealing as they likewise ate out the cunts of Alexis and Fonda, who sat directly on them, their moans echoing around the room. 

Glllrrrkk! Glllrrccchh! Glllaacckk!

Tania's muffled gurgles accompanied the girls moans, as she bobbed up and down furiously upon his pillar of meat with a singular, intense focus, her face twisted into a lewd rictus as she sucked and sucked. The sheer intensity at which she worked his cock over made Atreus let out another husky growl, his cock pulsing with satisfaction, when he heard the door open, and he looked over, only for a smirk to etch itself across his lips.

Camula strode in, wearing only high-heeled shoes, her buxom form completely naked, somehow even thicker, even curvier than she was before. She swayed over to him, standing at the base of the bed, her eyes looking at him with sultry intent, before she got on the bed and crawled up to him. There was another loud gurgle as her body pressed down upon Tania's head, forcing the Amazoness' face down to his pubic bone, utterly burying his cock in her gullet, but everyone ignored the once-fierce woman as she choked, even though she was seemingly losing IQ points the longer she couldn't breathe – they all knew she loved it from the way her cunt was squirting a waterfall onto the floor.    

“Master~” she breathed, all sultry and high-pitched at once, a far-cry from the melodic tones she once spoke in, the haughty, regal demeanour having been long fucked out of her. Camula pressed her titanic tits against Atreus's broad chest, her lips moulding against his in a steamy liplock as she worshipped him, before pulling back, and kissing down his neck and chest, feeling Alexis and Fonda start to knead her arse-cheeks.   

Atreus grinned once more, before looking to the side. He had noticed that Camula's fat tits had knocked his deck over, the cards scattering everywhere, before his eyes caught on one card in particular, and he laughed smugly upon seeing it. 
 
“I truly am the Lord of D,” he declared, the double meaning of the words lost on the fuck-drunk women surrounding him as he played with their gorgeous bodies to his hearts content, their wanton moans and whorish mewls thundering around the room as he leant back and relished in what was his, in his domain.    



