Chapter 2

I, Baron Lucheise, having already sampled the tasty tidbits of Lady Patricia and her charming daughter-in-law Constance on the road up to my Castle estate and many vineyards was ready to vigorously reaffirm my undying affection for both of their less than virginal pussies with my enthusiastic and highly-skilled noble cock of unusual size and girth for a person of otherwise average physical presence.

I was altogether fully human and in the prime of my life for one so endowed and I owed it all to the curse of my forebears that had instituted my continuing existence in this peaceful valley for hundreds of years with a condition of the blood that needed female companionship to sustain my youthful appearance. No, I was not some latter-day Count Dracula with his horrid taste for human blood and the bite of death that seemed all too boring from a layman’s point of view.

I was rather more just a fortunate recipient of a blessing in the form of a curse that made me indestructible except for the reason of drowning and the inability to inhale oxygen in its natural form. There was no medical logic to it in all truth but I was not arguing the fact that I had survived for some four hundred years already with countless young virgins under my belt and many other females added to my list of constant companions bouncing between my muscular thighs impaled on my oversized cock of some impressive length and girth.

I had the servant girls bring up oodles of hot water for both ladies to take their cleansing baths in the perfumed waters and cleansing soaps from Italy that so pleased my female staff preparing for confrontations of a sexual nature in various positions that were most popular in that region and found in other parts of the world as well.

I watched them take their bath from the secret peephole I had built in the adjoining closet and had one of my servant maids down on her knees in front of me working diligently with her head bobbing in my lap to bring me to a final explosion of my juices inside her wonderful warm and wet mouth with her darting tongue that never slowed down for a single moment in its business of tingling my shaft into a state of eminent discharge down her thirsty throat and luscious lips of cherry red.

The servant maid’s name escaped me but I solved that by simply calling her “dearie” in a soft tone designed to increase her velocity of sucking to the speed I required to get off properly with my hands all caught up in her beautiful hair holding her in closely as I watched the two foreign women bathe au natural in the light of the smoking candles spread haphazardly about the chamber. I could see in great detail the fine hair of the daughter-in-law Constance shine brightly in the candlelight as the beautiful girl brushed her hair on top of her head with the determination of a vain creature hoping to overwhelm male admirers with the beauty that she possessed with haughty pomposity. I remembered her startled gasp of pleasured surprise as I slowly slipped into her from behind right after she had pounded so thoroughly by my Flavio with his oversized cock which for all its size was not quite as large as my member which was in a class of its own in that regard.

Her resulting humping reaction to my taking her personal dignity showed me that she was after all just another female with feminine needs for male attention in matters of nocturnal coupling behind closed doors. I teased her depths a bit with my huge member just to watch her squirm and hear her whimper in pleasure not in pain as I roamed about her vaginal interior with my scandalous desire to touch her everywhere possible in the shortest possible time.

It was just at that moment that I drained my happy cock into “dearie’s” hopelessly wet mouth and did my best to stifle my grunts of joy at multiple squirts of man juice into her juicy lips that were suddenly covered in my cream much to my great delight and her discomfort. The girl was well-trained and cleaned all up the mess almost instantaneously with her busy tongue and a clean cloth she kept on her person for just such an emergency cleaning operation in a covert manner that endeared her to my sensitive heart.

I hastened back to my drawing room with the warming fire in the central fireplace and spread my robes about me in a display that showed my long lean legs in a beguiling pose that might persuade either Lady Patricia or her daughter-in-law Constance to forget her noble upbringing and feel free to copulate with me with disregard for the rules of society in proper behavior whilst visiting in strange locales.

Fortunately, The mature but still attractive Lady Patricia hoisted her robes and straddled my hips with her heated quim with a smile on her face and slowly lowered her pulsating feminine folds around my happy erection with decided impulsiveness that spoke of decades of self-indulgence and pampering that were showered on her by a devoted entourage of male admirers daily tending to her physical needs without any thought to the feelings of her pussy chasing husband who roamed the countryside finding youthful daughters to bless with his royal shaft doing his best to spread his noble seed in unbiased joy and total disregard for meaningless things like consent or invitation to pound their commoner asses wherever he might find them.