Chapter 1 - Irisviel

 


Greyson pulled up outside the medieval, spooky looking castle highlighted by thunder strikes and came to the realisation that he had definitely gotten turned around at some point. Staring out his window at the sheets of rain hammering down from the storm clouds above and then down at his serviceless phone only reinforced the dreaded conclusion that yes, he had to go inside there.

A ragged sigh broke loose as he smacked his forehead off his steering wheel, gathering his nerve to quickly unlock the door and bolt across the driveway up to the looming, ominous doorway with its heavy brass knocker.

It took a couple of tries, but on the third series of raps he finally got an answer that even managed to steal his breath away. Apparently the creepy haunted house door wasn’t the only thing with knockers because hooolllyyyy shiiiiiiiiit~

In the darkened gloom and soggy surroundings, this woman looked like an angel sent down to bless the world and cure all its problems with her sheer beauty. She was clearly what he thought an albino woman would look like, but he had never even imagined there could be one like her.

Her smooth white hair looked softer than any snowfall ever could, no matter how powdery or deep. Hypnotising red eyes set above a cute nose and full pink lips set his pulse racing as he took in her heart shaped face. The only thing that could distract him from such a mesmerising sight was the expansive, milky porcelain shelf of her impressive breasts, bound tightly in a low cut snow white dress accented with gold that hugged all of her curvaceous figure and kept your eyes indecisive on just what to focus on.

Oh yeah. Fuck figuring out where he was, this was sooo much more worth his time...

Cocking an unimpressed eyebrow at his undisguised evaluation of her beauty, Irisviel had to fight back the immediate impulse to step back in the face of such a broad, towering figure standing in her doorway.

“... Is there something I can help you with?” She prodded him, trying to snap him out of the semi-dazed state she had put him in, all while trying to fight the proud smirk that so desperately wanted to break out onto her face at his naked appreciation.

“Hi! Sorry to land at your doorstep at this time, but I seem to have lost my way in the storm. My phone’s not working well through this weather, so I was rather hoping you’d let me wait it out in the warmth?” He asked hopefully, turning his charm to its max setting and finding at least a little success.

Her lips pursed slightly as she pondered his rather sudden request, about to turn him away and send him back to his car before he saw her hesitation and took just one more step into her personal space.

That one step was all it took and the porcelain beauty had to quickly reign in the instinctive need to inhale the sheer musk wafting off this boy, her answer somehow pulling a U-turn in her throat before slipping out between her plump lips as a breathy “Of course!”.

He didn’t hesitate for a second, uncaring of the brief flare of confusion flickering across her features as he stepped in through the doorway and brushed past her. There was more than enough room to pass by each other, but luckily the lady of the house didn’t stop to wonder at his close proximity.

Spotting an ornate coat rack to side, he didn’t even ask permission before chucking his waterlogged coat over to hang and drip onto the well polished marble floors. Finally free of the damp fabric, he took the chance to look around his surroundings and let out a low, impressed whistle.

“Daaaamn, this is a pretty nice place! Where is everyone? Oh! Im Greyson, just in case you were wondering…” He chuckled at her amused look.

“Irisviel Von Eizenbern.” She introduced herself, fighting the smile trying to appear on her face at his undignified introduction. “Unfortunately, the rest of my usual staff are away at the moment, pulled away for a special… project. My daughter is hiding somewhere upstairs and my husband is away on business.”

“Man, that’s a bummer. Can’t say if I had a beauty like you at home I’d ever leave quite frankly, but I guess different priorities.” He grinned and wiggled an eyebrow at her, finally pulling a small grin from where she’d held it in reserve.

“Ohh, he’s not that bad!” She chortled and waved the very notion away, feeling an irrational flush creeping at her neck as his rather ordinary compliment triggered a spark of something in her chest. “He’s great, really. Always working hard to help provide for us.”

Looking over at him as she sashayed past, Irisviel couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes tracked the path of her hips and rear, unknowingly emphasising the swing of her gate as she stepped suddenly towards him while her eyes sparkled happily. Even standing right in front of him, his orbs evaded hers and instead focused all their attention on her milky cleavage, only looking up as she poked a finger into his chest.

“That’s just the trade off I guess. He keeps us warm and comfortable, and we have to seek out our own solutions to any other… needs.” She purred, dragging her nail down his shirt bound chest.

Greyson felt the predatory grin creeping onto his face but didn’t try to resist it. He was too busy slowly leaning his own face down to her matching smile, ready to swoop in for the kill until she suddenly danced back out of his reach with a flighty giggle. Looking over her shoulder, Irisviel raised a challenging brow before turning to begin strutting deeper into the castle he had found himself in, thick hips swaying from side to side as she shrunk in his vision.

Something had clearly shifted in the air as he growled after the more mature minx prancing out of his grip, begging him to stalk after her as a Lion into a Cougars den. His pace quickened as he chased her merry sounds of amusement down the posh, twisting hallways until finally he watched her slip into an adjacent doorway. Following her inside he found a plush, cozy sitting room decorated in burgundy and gold with couches surrounding a low coffee table that dominated the center. Her dainty wave saw him crashing into the largest of the sofa’s, arms thrown over the back as he sank into the soft cushions around him while Irisviel prepared tea to the side.

Greyson idly pondered just when she’d had time to light the few candles dotted around the table which bathed them both in a more alluring light. However, that curiosity paled in comparison to his admiration over her lightly jostling buttocks, framed and highlighted by her tight dress as she bounced and swayed while making their refreshments.

Still held in the grip of his more primal instincts, oddly having popped up far more prominently ever since stepping into this building, the young man unashamedly licked his lips at the juicy meat being dangled in front of him, refusing to look away even as his host turned to catch where he was staring.

“Tut, tut, tut! Such a naughty boy, someone should have taught you some restraint!” She giggled, looking the opposite of bothered as she swaggered over to the coffee table between them, making sure to lean extra far while placing the tray down so as to give her guest an extra long look down her top before slipping down onto the seat beside him, one long pale leg crossed over the other.

Irisviel felt her breath hitch slightly as she took in his expression, all subtlety tossed out the window as he raked his eyes up her curves, over her cleavage and her suddenly dry lips to stare hungrily into her own orbs. Without even realising it her hand had landed on his thick lower thigh, squeezing appreciatively at the corded muscle she found there before jerking to a stop at the sight of his bulge almost seeming to writhe, shifting ominously under his damp trousers.

With widened eyes and an absentminded lick of the lips the Eizenbern homunculus found her fingers trailing along the length of his inner thigh, all the way up until her hand was brushing against his crotch and making it twitch excitedly at her hesitant caress.

 Irisviel coughed suddenly into her hand, trying to regain her composure while simultaneously masking the rubbing of her thighs as she tried to smother the suddenly rekindled heat she hadn’t felt since before Illya was born. She smiled disarmingly as she tried to meet his eyes, though she fell a bit short of the mark as her gaze kept flicking between his own suggestive look and the slowly growing monster down below.

Taking in the sodden state of his clothes, Irisviel’s lips twitched downwards as she realised her own thoughtlessness.

“Sorry for seeming so… distracted. I should have offered you a change of clothes, yet you're sitting here… soaked.”

Her admission turned a tad breathy half way through for as soon as she had mentioned the state of his clothes, he had seized the initiative. Greyson hummed, almost mockingly as he languidly climbed to his feet to stand right in front of his host, forcing her to sit eye level with his crotch as he began unbuttoning his shirt.

The Eizenbern mistress felt her control crack as he slowly dragged his shirt apart, exposing more and more of his well defined torso with each flick of his fingers as she began to mindlessly fan herself. Once he’d finished with his top, Irisviel began to stammer as he undid the latch holding the top of his trousers together before taking in her flustered reaction.

“Y-y-you don’t have to do that here! I’d be happy to give you some pr-i-va-cyy…”

She trailed off abruptly as he reached for his zipper, gulping as she focused on those long fingers of his while he fiddled with the small piece of metal and began slowing down to admire her laser eyed focus before smirking wickedly.

“Oh no, my hands are a little too cold from the storm…” His chest rumbled, sending goosebumps across her flesh as her cheeks took on a light flush. “I’m sorry to ask you this maam, but would you mind undoing them the rest of the way? I’d hate to catch a cold.”

Irisviel sank her nails into the upholstery beneath her, trying to resist the temptation in front of her before bowing to the desire running rampant through her body.

“I… I suppose, as your host, I would be failing in my duty as an Eizenbern representative if I didn’t assist you…” She admitted breathily, feeling slightly parched.

Trembling with anticipation she reached forward with both hands, clamping onto both of his thighs before slowly beginning to drag her palms up his legs, all the way to the top until she was framing his crotch with her small, unblemished fingers. Just as she was about to regretfully let go of his furnace like limbs, her progress was stopped by the weight of Greyson’s own massive paws eclipsing and pinning hers down on top of his thighs as she stared up in a naked, needy confusion.

“Now, now, Irisviel-chan… I don’t think you really need your hands for this next bit. I think they’d be put to much better use keeping my legs warm, hmm?” His leering grin almost became a sneer as he looked down at her leant forward frame, the globes of her chest pushed up by her arms as she held onto him.

Despite feeling her eyes narrow at his impudent tone, that didn’t stop the mother of one from feeling a fluttering of arousal deep inside her at his demanding voice, even as her face continued its journey forward until her nose was pressed flush against the fabric of his crotch and her eyes began to flicker rapidly as she took a long draw of his smell.

Seeing how eager she was to stay pressed against him, Greyson felt a wash of self confidence as he released his hold on her only to feel two delicate limbs sliding around to clutch at his behind and use it as leverage to hold him close.

No one could have ever expected such a shift in the dynamic of their relationship, from proud mistress of the house to nuzzling sex kitten before they’d even drank their tea. Her welcome yet unexpected guest certainly never saw this coming as he’d driven up, but that did nothing to stop his fingers from sliding through her lush silver locks to grip at her scalp, holding her controllingly as her chest heaved and her teeth clenched on his zipper, all while she gazed straight up into his eyes.

A relieved sigh from him sent a stronger, happier flush through Irisviel as her thighs spread and she leaned further forward on the couch to soak in his encouragement, dragging the zipper down even further as his trousers began to loosen and her hot breaths puffed against the fabric of his boxers.

Irisviel moaned excitedly as her usually cold, pale cheek turned to rub searchingly against the thin fabric holding back her prize, mewling as it twitched against her skin welcomingly.

Meanwhile, Greyson was impatiently hooking his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pushing a clingy Irisviel backwards so she could straighten out and puff up her voluminous chest in protest at him holding her at arm lengths, only to melt back down as her attention was stolen by the fabric still being dragged down his slowly hardening shaft, pulling lower and lower before finally sliding off the end and causing his thick prick to snap up, bouncing violently off her perfectly sculpted chin and rocking her head back to stare in wonder up at the ceiling, past the looming silhouette of his finally unleashed cock and into his primal looking features.

Her eyes didn’t shift a millimetre as her tongue unfurled from her plump lips, reaching out to nuge wetly against his veiny shaft so she could sample his musky flavour. What she wasn’t expecting was just how good it was, exploding her taste buds and finally causing her mask to shatter as she began to rapidly run her tongue up and down his length with long, expansive sweeps of her muscle that served its purpose and triggered sharp hisses of pleasure from above. 

The feeling of her moist pink extension caressing and slithering all the way up the sensitive underside of his shaft to hook on the bottom of his purple looking helmet was phenomenal, sending it bounding up into his stomach only to come swinging back down against her face in search of more loving.

His heart rate soon sped up, the sounds of pleasure taking on a relieved tint due to her releasing the death grip she had on his behind, bringing her hands back around to wrap her smaller, softer fingers around his shaft to begin stroking him while the other started gently rolling one of his balls in her grip. Greyson’s jaw started to clench as soon as his last remaining nut was taken between her silky lips to be eagerly given a sloppy spit bath, leading to his grip on her scalp tightening dramatically while she moaned deliciously on his package.

He groaned as he looked down to see the beautiful lady he had met less than an hour before tonguing his scrotum, her perfectly styled hair beginning to look more wild and unkempt as she immersed herself in his pleasure, spine tingling with every squeeze of his hand on her head or unintentional jerk of his hips to brush more of him against her flustered face.

Greyson’s blood seemed to boil as he stared down at her, hungry to assert his dominance as he used the grip on Irisviel’s head to rub her nose and tongue aggressively up and down his shaft, coating himself in her warm drool and moist, panting breath while sneering down at her. 

“That’s a good girl, get me nice and ready for all the fun we’re about to have! I guess it doesn’t matter how much money you have, if at the end of the day you’re just some big titted whore desperate for cock!” He snickered as she shivered under his hand.

Groaning in the fierce heat his words sent spiraling through her twitching tunnel, Irisviel did her best to not show how much his taunts turned her on while pulling back to fire back at him, unable to stop her tongue from widening to leave a big, juicy lick up the center seam of his balls as she kept pumping him.

“You must be delusional-” Her head darted forward to catch a fresh drop of pre-cum appearing at the tip of his slit “-If you think that I, Irisviel Von Eizenbern, would do this for just any normal cock!” She sniffed haughtily, trying to maintain her dignity as she focused on the tip of his dick while rapidly stroking away as he laughed down at her.

“Oh yeah? So you only get this eager for my fat monster cock hmm? Maybe that’s it, must be because youre an Eizenbern! Tell me, is your daughter as much of a slut as you are?”

That finally got a real reaction out of her, red eyes flashing in true anger as she pushed herself back from where she’d leaned back into his cock with spit dripping from her chin onto her snow white dress.

“Don’t you dare talk about my daughter like that, you filthy p-CRACK!”

The flawless mother of Illya froze, head twisted to the side by Greyson’s vicious slap as only her tongue moved, reaching out and up to lick at the glowing red handprint emblazoned on her unblemished skin. The moment didn’t last long, and instead of retaliating, Irisviel blinked back into consciousness to find her lips desperately wrapped around his cock as she suckled lewdly at his flesh while her thighs squeezed and wrung out her suddenly dripping underwear.

“Watch your mouth bitch!” He snarled, forcing her to run her tongue and lips over his length like it was a flute. “I can spot a needy cunt desperate for a fucking from a mile away! I knew it the second you opened the door and I can smell how desperate your silly little cock socket of a daughter is to get bred all the way down here!”

Irisviel whined pathetically as his hand clutched at her hair and painfully tugged her back, forcing her lips to part from where they had been lovingly nibbling away at his shaft so she could take in the full view of him raising his hand to his lips, turning it around and spitting on the back of it before pulling her back even further to backhand her with a cruel, unforgiving SMACK!

The sophisticated, older looking homunculus let out an ecstatic wail as his strike sent her leaning to the side only to be dragged up straight again by the hair and yanked off of her seat to land painfully on her knees before him. She didn’t even have time to gasp in surprise as Greyson made use of her wide open mouth to plunge himself past her lips and straight into her absurdly tight throat.

What followed was the wettest, sloppiest, most lust fuelled throat fuck Greyson had ever subjected his cock too. It was almost unnerving how well she took him, eyes glazed and lusty as she stared straight through him into his soul, unbothered by his balls bouncing noisily off her chin as she helped by throwing herself forward onto him. Even when he could swear he was knocking at her stomach she refused to gag or struggle, only enhancing his pleasure by wrapping her weirdly long tongue around and around his dick while heartily sucking and slurping on his man meat.

Taking in her soiled appearance, Greyson took note of her cheek and the slight red mark left there.

“Now, I know that love tap should have at least left a bruise. What’s the deal bitch, you too used to getting your throat ruined by fat cock? Aren’t you a durable little cum rag!” He snickered, pumping harder and faster before pulling out to let her answer.

“A little boy like you should certainly feel lucky getting his disgusting hands on a beauty like me. I’m an Eizenbern, brat, we’re built differently!”

He laughed heartily at what he thought was a boast, ignoring the emphasis she had put on the word ‘built’ as she stroked him with both hands, barely wrapping her fingers round him before he was yanking her up onto her feet to lean against his chest.

“Well, we’ll just have to test that theory, won’t we?” He purred, causing Irisviel’s eyes to widen in nervous anticipation as he cupped her hips and stroked up her sides, making her wiggle against him deliciously.

Her soft croons at his big, warm hands turned into startled yelps as those same hands took a strong grip of her bright white dress and tore it in two, dragging the ragged sleeves down her arms and leaving it to hang uselessly around her waist as her giant, perfectly formed breasts were exposed to the warm, hazy air.

The world was soon sent into a spin as Irisviel felt herself be twisted and thrown over onto the coffee table, landing flat on her back with a slight ‘Oomph’ as she was left to look dazedly up at the looming pillar above her.

Greyson followed her down, draping his sack over her face while he fisted his cock and moaning as she immediately sought to shower and gargle on his testicles. Soon her cushion like lips were spouting gasps and moans of her own, jerking under the stinging slaps her attacker had begun to land on her jiggling milk jugs.

Slap-slap-slap he went, dying her pale skin a ruddy red while she refused to complain or resist, pushing her massive tits into his abuse and squealing gratefully as he tugged and twisted her pink, diamond like nipples viciously before using them to pull her beaten mammaries apart so he could lay his pipe down between them.

He got not one step further before Irisviel’s own talons swung up to sink deeply into her still wobbling tit flesh, leaving bright red finger marks in the previously unmarred skin found there as she squeezed down strongly to sandwich him between her soft, undulating shoulder boulders. The sheer pressure she exerted was enough to make him throw his head back in pleasure, groaning long and loud as he spunked a line of pre-cum across her taut, toned belly before beginning to pump away gleefully at her equally eager tit fuck.

Feeling her tongue tickle the base of his shaft while the rest was enclosed in a warm, dick slime slathered heaven, Greyson almost couldn’t work up the willpower to pry his eyes open. Fortunately he did and was rewarded by the brain searing image of Irisviel bracing her feet on top of the table with her knees raised to the ceiling, thighs spread wide as the lower half of her dress pooled around her pelvis and her pantiless pussy was left exposed to the sex filled air, dripping and puffy as she jerkingly began to hump upwards in search of literally any stimulation that could soothe the fire deeply seated between her legs.

Licking his lips, completely and utterly entranced by the perverted wonder in front of him, Greyson began to straighten up slightly just so he could devour her wet, flushed and flustered expression, mouth opened obscenely into a lewd ‘O’ shape as she gratefully swallowed the fresh air and tried to refocus her wild eyes on the man above her.

Seeing her looking so sloppy and defiled, he just couldn’t hold back the twisted urge to hawk deeply in the back of his throat and spit dead center between her lips and onto her tongue, admiring the way she instinctively licked it up and opened back up for more.

Ignoring her desperately waving tongue as it slipped and slid all around her swollen lips, Greyson reached over to grab her shivering leg, gripping her by the knee and spinning her fully around until she was laid out below him, arms outstretched to welcome him happily into what would surely be a sweaty, degrading missionary style fucking that would inevitably turn to him bundling her up and jack hammering into her sopping cunt through a nasty, womb shaking mating press.

That wasn’t good enough for him though.

“Come on you pathetic little fuck kitten, turn over!” He grunted, making her wheeze and mewl as she was swiftly flipped over onto her stomach so he could whistle at her fat ass cheeks and drooling honey pot.

“Come on cunt!” He growled, swatting her across both rippling cheeks. “Get up on your hands and knees and really present me with that disgusting, ragged MILF pussy!”

His words alone triggered a small orgasm, making her gush a jet of fem-cum as she shakily pushed herself up to do as he said, leaning down on her forearms while arching her back to bounce her mountainous backside in his face.

Irisviel could barely hold herself up. Thick thighs trembling and rubbing together as she tried to tempt him into taking her right then and there, only to give an ugly cry as her forearms were ripped from under her and dragged toward the small of her back, leaving her to crash land onto her front, tits spreading out in a milky wave as she whimpered and felt Greyson using her torn dress to tie her legs together.

Taking the ruined remains of her previously lily white dress, Greyson flet his blood quicken as he took in the restrained form fo his lover turned fuck toy. Her ass was still jutting out, waving in the air as her shoulder blades were forcefully pulled back, subsequently causing her chest to push forward obscenely as her sweaty skin glistened in the candle light.

It didn’t stop there though. He eagerly committed her aroused moans of misery to memory as he took the lower half of her dress and tore it from her body, leaving her decorated with inconsequential scraps as he took the long strips of cloth and bound her calves tightly to her thighs. Bent over, trussed up and leaking sinful pussy juices into a puddle on the table, Irisviel let loose a guttural groan of fear and excitement as the final strip was wrapped tightly around her eyes, cutting off her vision and forcing her to track his position via sound and the ever so brief strokes and caresses of his palms along her sides and thighs.

“So…” He hummed, gently patting her rump. “You say you’re built differently huh?”

As she was reminded of her earlier claim, Irisviel Von Eizenbern felt that fear which lurked in the deepest recesses of her mind brush coldly along her spine, sending goosebumps across her flesh as she felt his warm breath suddenly puff against the back of her dripping neck while she hesitantly whimpered in agreement.

“Then how about we play a little game?”

Hidden from her sight, Greyson reached across the table for one of the few unlit candles dotted around. Gripping the length of wax in one hand, he slid his fingers from the top of her ass crack, making her jerk at the sensation as he slid his palm all the way down the curve of her back, between her shoulder blades and up the nape of her neck to gather her long, luxurious hair in a tight ponytail.

Irisviel tensed slightly, trying to prepare herself for whatever he was about to do but finding herself unsuccessful as he brutally YANKED her head backwards, jerking her neck painfully and making her give an ugly cry as her spine was bent backwards until her lips were facing the ceiling.

Holding her suspended by just her hair, Greyson reached forward to brush the base of the length of wax against her panting lips, not saying a word as she instinctively opens her jaw wider to take in whatever he has to give her, sucking and slurping even as her nose scrunched at the taste and her fingers curled in anticipation.

Pulling out forcefully with a wet Glurk, Greyson let go of her hair to send her crashing back onto the table surface, giving a meaty slap as she’s spread out once more against the surface but this time with his hand spreading the meaty globes of her ass, allowing him to teasingly rub the now lubed stick of wax against her tightly clenched asshole.

“Open wide~” He sang as he began to grind and push the candle past the ring of her ass, fearing it might snap but pleasantly surprised as it held together despite her inhumanly tight tunnel and his relentless pushes.

Her moans rang out long and deep as her body twitched at the cold and unnatural foreign object being dug up her backdoor.

Feeling he had gotten it deep enough, Greyson lets go to admire the way it sticks straight up from her asshole and waves with every breath she takes. Patting her flank like you would a horse, he whispered sweet nothings that had her sacred flower blooming as he reached across the table once more, this time for a lit candle.

“Sooo, here’s the game!” He said excitedly, wedging the side of his hand between her plump, MILF thighs so he could feel the radiating heat from her arousal. “You’re the contestant, a cock crazed mother who wants nothing more than this random, hung stranger who’s NOT her husband to slam his big, fat, throbbing dick all the way up into your guts, sound right so far?”

He laughed as she tried to grind on his hand, twerking her shiny cheeks needily as he patted her thigh soothingly.

“Then we’ll play it like this. I have two candles. They are both lit…” His grin turned cruel as she suddenly stilled in realisation of just where one of those candles was. “I’m going to give you some nice, comfy, hot wax to help add some colour to this pasty white back of yours. For every drop you thank me for, I’ll slide another inch into your sloppy, cougar pussy. Sounds like fun?”

His grin widened as she said no words, groaning sorrowfully, even as he watched her toes flex in arousal and her juices run faster down her already sticky thighs.

“Ah ah ah! But here’s the catch. Every time you fail to thank me properly, we start all over again. And just so you know…” He leaned forward, molding himself to her back and making her coo happily at his presence, bumping backwards and up to rub her curvy body against his. “The game doesn’t stop until my dick’s either in your throat, or I give your daughter a new sibling!” He hissed directly into her ear, feeling her cum violently all over his legs as she squirted at his words while seething in a wonton need for him to just fuck her already!

“Yeeeeees~ Yes, yes, pleeeeaaaase I wanna play! I want to play sooo bad Sir! I neeeeed it~” She whined, bucking harder and writhing more insistently as he nibbled her earlobe and had her gasping beneath his weight.

“Well then~” He purred, pulling back to grab her by the hip and line himself up with her quivering opening. 

Once he’d hooked his helmet between her lips, Greyson took a breath to savour the moment as he reached for the lit candle, its holder already filled with a good amount of crimson melted wax, and held the naked flame to the unlit wick of her improvised anal plug.

“Let the game begin~” 

The wick went up into a bright, cheerful flame as Irisviel screeched like a banshee. Greyson hadn’t hesitated, far too eager to get things underway, and now he had the pleasure of looking at the blood red splatter of hot wax painted across her left shoulder blade. He refused to close his eyes as his newest plaything spasmed and went rigid at the shock, clenching dangerously tight around the head of his cock and almost tearing it from his shaft as her fingers formed into claws and her back twisted horrifically.

She quickly settled down however, huffing desperately as sweat dripped from her brow.

“Tut tut, Lady Eizenbern…” Greyson clicked his tongue in disappointment, listening to her guttural groan as she shifted on the tip of his dick. “We didn’t even get to the first inch! Oh well, I guess the game must go on.”

At his statement, Irisviel twisted her face to the side, squeezing her cheek flat against the table as she looked past her trembling curves and tried to meet his eyes.

“W-wait, Sir? Please, I just need a momentAAAGH!”

Her pleading turned to a ragged gasp of pain as another blotch of red wax was thrown over her right hip, trying to catch her breath as Greyson slapped her cheek hard.

“Come on Pet, you know the rules!” He cheered her on, grinning widely as she grit her teeth and her lips began to froth.

“Gaaaaaagh! THANK YOU SIR!” She squealed, letting loose a waterfall down her thighs as she threw her hips back the best she could on the first inch of his angrily twitching cock.

“That a girl! Only nine more to go!” He laughed through his teeth, trying not to let on how equally desperate he was to plant himself deep into her molten hot pussy.

The pleasure was affecting her lungs now, keeping her from taking in a full breath and causing her to turn lightheaded as she tried to swallow a few more trembling mouthfuls of air. They were barely worth the effort though, for as soon as the latest drop splashed down dead center of her lower back, narrowly missing her bound wrists her breath exploded from her lungs in a silent scream of pain and pleasure.

“Waaagh, T-thank you sirrrrrrr~” She forced what little air she could out in a throaty whisper, making sure he heard her and feeling her eyes roll back as he added another inch.

Greyson said nothing, too focused on keeping to his own rules as he prepared another coating of wax. This one splattered in a line across the top of her ass crack, making her moan mournfully as her asshole twitched and squeezed the candle tickling the entrance to her bowels.

“Thaaaank you SiiiEEEEEEH~”

This cry was long, tortured and of a much higher pitch than any other, mainly due to the candle in her backdoor finally having dropped its first drop, leaving it to land blisteringly on the sensitive rim of her anus.

Even as she bucked furiously at the sensation, her pussy was clenching at its favourite invader more eagerly than ever, making it even harder for Greyson to give a truly despondent sigh as he pulled all the way out until he was back to just the tip.

“Silly little slut~” He cooed sympathetically, stretching one finger forward to slip between her lips and give her something to suck comfortingly on. “Here we go again I guess…”

Irisviel heartily sobbed but obeyed the unspoken directions, tipping her waist up to give him an even better angle of penetration as her back stretched and curved to give him the most tantalizing target it could so they could continue the game.

They continued on just like this, fighting to see who would cave first and give into their baser instincts to fuck like rabid beasts first.

They only had to repeat the process two more times, both parties giving a rapturous cry of completion as Greyson’s massive bitch tamer snuggled up against her reluctant cervix. The second she felt his balls slap against her thighs, Irisviel wept tears of pure joy, from her eyes and cunny as she felt herself filled fully for the first time in her life.

Reaching forward, Greyson admired the scandalous tableau that had been painted across her formerly pristine back, now turned into a fetishist piece of art as his palm stretched forward to rub her cheek and wipe away her tears.

“That's a good girl~” He cooed “You’ve done so well! I think my nasty little mommy slut deserves a reward!”

Irisviel couldn’t stop shivering, the pain and pleasure having merged with her very being to leave her a stuttering, sweaty, dirty mess on the table.

“A-a-a-a-re you gonnnnnnaaa take the candle out nowwww?” She mumbled and moaned.

Tapping his chin, Greyson entertained her request and hummed ponderously before smirking and reaching both hands past the candle to press his palms into her cheeks, straightening her head to face straight ahead as his fingers stretched forward, past her blindfolded eyes to frame her mouth.

“Hmmm, I could...” He chortled before threading his fingers together to cover her still gasping lips, squeezing her mouth against his palm as his thighs and hips tensed.

“But I won’t.”

Irisviel could have never guessed what was coming her way. Even after all the pain and pleasure, suffering, teasing and torture, nothing could have prepared her for this. His hips came down like a hammer on an anvil to SLAM into her wax speckled ass flesh, sending her cheeks wobbling, the candle swaying dangerously and making her scream in even more orgasmic pleasure as his dick punched against the doors to her womb while candle drippings rained down on her cheeks, lower back and feet.

It even landed on Greyson, causing him to hiss as it sizzled on his flesh but only made him fuck her harder, truly pummeling away at her abused pussy.

Slap-slap-slap went his hips, unrelenting and merciless as he brutalized her from behind, a true apex predator claiming his mate and ruining her for any other contender. Her screams turned to euphoric moans, her mind pulling away from her body as his balls bounced off her clit and her tongue began to smack and lap against his interwoven fingers.

He wanted more though, fish hooking her mouth with one hand and pulling the other to beat and smear the slowly drying wax over her cheeks as he sought total domination.

“Come on cunt, just think about how you must look right now! Admit it, you’re nothing but a filthy, depraved, thick, MILF’y whore who loves the pain just as much as you love my cock!” He spat all over her, furiosuly rutting away as she knelt and took it.

“YEEEEES! NO! YOU’RE WRONG SIR! I am a filthy, dirty, disgusting, lowly cum pocket for you to use as you please, and I love the pain! But I’ll never love it more than I love your cock!” She seethed and did her best to slam back against his ramming hips.

“Good answer bitch!” He laughed, letting go of her face to hold her up by the neck. “Let’s go for TWO shall we!? Be honest! You’ll never want anything like you want my cock! Your marriage means NOTHING! Your husband means NOTHING! Say it cunt!” He roared and pushed himself into overdrive, imprinting himself on her undulating walls and gyrating ass cheeks as she finally hesitated.

He felt her resisting, trying to hold onto at least a sliver of loyalty to her loving husband, who had helped bring her beautiful daughter into the world. Those bright thoughts of a warm, loving family were shattered by the molten feel of a drop of the almost fully stubbed out wax landing on the sole of her foot, shooting electric pain through her nervous system and triggering another monster orgasm which sent fireworks exploding across her blanked out vision

“UNGHHHH YOU’RE RIGHT! HE MEANS NOTHING! IT'S A POINTLESS MARRIAGE TO A WORTHLESS MAN NOW THAT I HAVE YOUR BIG FAT COCK!”

Apparently they weren’t alone anymore, as proven by the horrified gasp at his fat assed fuck pigs admission, with Greyson being the only one to ralise they had an audience as he looked up through the crack of the door to see a head of white hair and familiar red eyes watching her mother get abused and railed for his pleasure.

Grinning greedily, Greyson reached forward once more and grabbed Irisviel by the chin, throwing away the stub of candle remaining and exposing her wax coated asshole so he could drag her back to hold her ear up to his lips, all while Illya watched on in mortification as she realised she had been spotted.

“Maah Irisviel Von Eizenbern…” The woman in question groaned even louder as the fucking slowed and he puffed away in her ear, all while looking at the head of snow white hair on the other side of the door.

“Tell me, is your daughter as much of a slut as you are~?” Both girls froze stiff at his question, though only one felt his fingers sinking into her asscheek as she refused to answer. “I bet she is. I bet if she saw you here, she’d be jealous.”

His cheeks stretched as the MILF in his grip groaned in denial… while the teen ahead slowly nodded and pushed a hand under her skirt.

“I bet if she opened that door wide open and took a look, she’d be gushing at the thought of her mommy turning out to be such a pathetic, mewling fuck puppet!” He groaned as Irisviel gripped him tighter and Illya pushed the door open silently, raising the front of her skirt to show him how her hand was buried in her quim, under her panties as a wet spot spread across her stockings.

Greyson resumed thrusting into her newly invigorated pussy, using her hair like reins as he stared at Illya and she in turn stared right back.

“She’d pull down her panties and start jilling herself off right there, wouldn’t she!?” He barked, spanking Irisviel on the ass as she grunted a quiet yes, just as Illya pushed down her stockings and squatted right there in the doorway, posing in his full view as her fingers sloshed around in her cunt.

“You wanna see that don’t you? Me, fucking that hot piece of ass you call a daughter!” He slapped her ass again, getting a louder and more eager ‘YES’ as he pounded away and the daughter in question sank her teeth into her bottom lip.

“You want me to knock her up, right alongside you! Don’t you!?”

SLAP

“YES SIR”

“She’d look good filled and covered in my cum, wouldn’t she!?”

SLAP

“YEEEES!”

SLAP

“You’d help hold her down wouldn’t you!? You’d pin your daughter down and spread her open for me! You want me to rape your daughters tight virgin cunt with my big thick monster cock, DON’T YOU!?” His thrusts grew heavier as he yelled, snarling at a squatting Illya with her panties around her thighs as she showed her untainted flower to him, all while Irisviel screamed and squirted all over his clenching nuts.

“YEEEEES, I WANNA WATCH YOU RAPE MY BABY GIRL~” She screamed to the heavens, actually knocking Illya back onto her plump bubble butt as she began to have her own squirting orgasm, dousing her stockings and skirt in teen pussy juice while her mother began to seize on this dominant strangers cock.

“TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD BITCH! GET PREGNANT!”

Greyson tilted his head back and howled to the sky as he began pumping load after load up Irisviel’s squelching fuck tunnel, dousing her womb in his baby batter as she did her best to wrench his dick off at the base, looking up to once more stare Illya in her glazed, desperate eyes as he impregnated her fathers wife right in front of her.

Eventually his balls stopped pumping Irisviel full and past her capacity, causing her to spring a leak and drool a witches brew of jizz and pussy juice all over the table as he pulled himself free and began untying her, leaving the blindfold on. Reaching for the knot at the back of her head, Greyson watched on in amusement as Illya panicked and crawled away on all fours, ass waving and her soiled panties around her knees as she scurried away.

It wouldn’t have mattered anyway. Irisviel was clearly too cock drunk to take any notice of her surroundings, barely capable of holding onto her consciousness and only offering a loving coo as he kissed her sweaty cheek and leaned into her ear.

“I’m going to be staying here a few days, mkay~?” He spoke quietly into her ear, triggering another slight wave of goosebumps as her pussy bubbled and gurgled, all while his current lover smiled goofily and nodded her head before immediately nodding off herself after giving him his answer.

Sighing fondly, Greyson reached down to pick her up bridal style, leaving them both stark naked as he stepped up to the doorway and found no signs of their little voyeur, except for an almost inconspicuous trail of fem-cum. Snorting in amusement he looked around, a wave of dread creeping up his spine as he took in the bland, ornate hallway around him.

“Where the fuck is her bedroom?”

