"Our blood is older than Ancient Sumer." She said and watched how I squirmed under Bathory's assault. "The First was the child of one the Titans of myth. She was born with the gift and lives on through us. Her memory is ours and ours is passed onto those that carry on after us. As you grow in age and strength you will hear her. An ever-growing whisper that will become a part of you. She will unveil mysteries hidden for uncounted years. Enough talk, I see Elizabeth has gotten you into quite the state. I claim the right as your host to be your first."
There was no subtly to it. The Count moved from her current position and knelt near the foot of the bed. She stuck her pale ass up as an offering to me. I was awkward and unprepared for this. I was aroused and eager, but I took my time all the same. I took it in my hand and gave it a few tentative strokes. I shivered at this new pleasure. My cock twitched when the head brushed against the Count's petals. Her thick little pussy welcomed me in. My mind soaked in everything. I growled as the tip slipped inside of her. I gave a few tiny thrusts of my hips allowing an inch or so at a time to find their way inside. Soon I had half my prodigious member buried and the Count was truly patient with me. Had it been like this her first time? I pushed the last inches into my host, and she let out a satisfied grunt.
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