Dusky (Van Helsing's Castle) Short Smut

The fireplace blazed, each ember crackling against the hearth's bed in the fireplace. Shadows stretched and danced across the room, painting stories on the leather-bound books and the dark mahogany of the bookshelves. A gentle warmth spread throughout.

The bed stood unoccupied along the wall, enormous and enticing. Red satin sheets, a sea of shimmering crimson, lay over its bulk, promising comfort and secrets whispered between dreams and reality. It already looked tempting.

Through the heavy glass windows, the Badlands bore witness to the night, a dull gray veil hanging over its vast expanse. The eerie stillness outside contrasted harshly to the life and warmth within.

"So, Nathan," Vania purred from the walls around me, "what project keeps you from your bed and your women's arms this evening?"

I looked up from my shitty father's letters, a half-smile on my face. "Trying to decipher these, sweetheart."

"Oh, that man and his cryptic ways," she replied, her voice a gentle caress in the cool night air. "I could help you translate them if you want."

"I know you could, but my mind could use the challenge. It's a bit like solving a cipher," I said, leaning back in my chair. "Keeps my head healthy, even if it all ends up being nonsense. I enjoy these little distractions."

"More than my company?" There was a playful lilt to her words, making me chuckle.

I felt a soft vibration, almost a purr, under my feet. The Castle was as much a part of me as I was of her at this point. "Nothing can be more engaging than your company, my dear. But a man needs his distractions."

Just as I was about to resume my reading, a loud scratching came from my door. It was followed by an insistent meow that broke the tranquility of the room. My brows furrowed in curiosity.

"Speaking of a man's distractions," I said, standing from my chair. "Two guesses who that is."

"Oh, poor Dusky," Vania's voice reverberated through the room. "She's been left to her own devices for over twelve hours, which, in her book, is an unacceptable amount of neglect."

I chuckled, leaning back in my chair. "That catgirl has quite the flair for theatrics."

A pitiful mewl from behind the door interrupted our banter once again. A high, raspy voice penetrated through it, summoning a smile out of my lips. "Master, I'm lonely... so lonely," Dusky whimpered. Even through the thick oak door, I could hear the sultry lilt of her voice, coated with an enticing layer of vulnerability. "Won't you let me in? Your poor, sad, innocent little kitty cat?"

"You're laying it on a bit thick, aren't you?" I called back, amused by her melodrama.

"If you don't let me in, I'll cry all night. Right here, outside your door. Screaming, howling, soaking through the wood with my tears...and unquenched kitty juice." Her threat was both erotic and serious, accompanied by a series of mews that were sure to tug at the heartstrings of any feline-loving individual--or anyone who just liked a good fuck with a hot chick.

I let out a performative sigh, and Vania's laughter rose from the walls knowingly. I stood up from the desk, my father's letters momentarily forgotten. Striding over to the door, I opened it, and in sauntered Dusky, her cat tail swaying cutely as she entered my chambers.

She was a sight to behold, her feline grace accentuated by her black ears and tail. Her skinny waist and big tits made her quite the buffet for the eyes, especially in the see-through red lingerie she'd selected for tonight. Where does she keep getting these outfits? I had to wonder.

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" I said, looking down at her.

She tilted her head to one side, her golden eyes sparkling with mischief. "Only for sore ones, Master? Is that all?"

"Alright, alright," I laughed, shaking my head at her antics. "You're a sight for any eyes, Dusky."

Her tail twitched with satisfaction at the compliment. "That's better. And I'm I a sight for a big, fat, throbbing cock?"

"Cocks can't see," I countered, walking back over to the desk.

Ignoring my counter, she jumped onto the bed with a graceful leap, her black tail curling over the red satin sheets. She looked at me with a playful glint in her yellow cat eyes, rolling onto her back to expose her sexy midriff and the her full, supple breasts and shaved pussy, barely obscured by the transparent fabric of her lingerie.

"I'm waiting," she cooed, her voice a silky purr. "Fuckity fuck me, Master. Your kitty's already soaking through her panties just thinking about that big, hard dick of yours inside her, getting her super pregnant with a litter of cute kittens."

Laughing, I returned to my seat, one eye on my father's cryptic letters, and the other on the playful creature on my bed. One thing was for sure, between Vania's affectionate jabs and Dusky's theatrical pleas for sexual attention, there was never a dull moment in my sentient castle. And that said nothing for its other inhabitants.

Dusky started rolling around on the bed, each movement causing the little bell around her neck to jingle softly. She was an enchanting sight, her sexy features on full display, every inch of her vying for my attention.

"Just let me finish decoding one more paragraph, Dusky," I pleaded, my focus torn between the ancient script and the captivating creature on the bed. "Then I'll pump you full of kitten cream."

"Cheap, stingy Master," she hissed. "Looks like I have to do everything myself."

Her golden eyes narrowed at my words, her playful demeanor replaced with a look of feigned indignation. With a swift motion, she rolled off the bed and sprinted towards me, her body low to the ground.

Before I could react, she launched herself onto the desk, landing with a grace that was purely feline. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she began to roll around on my father's letters, crinkling them under her weight. Her actions were undoubtedly meant to obstruct my view, forcing my eyes to only look at her.

"Dusky, no..." I started, reaching out in an attempt to move her without causing any damage to the precious documents. My hands settled on her waist and slid down to her rump to lift her up. She let out a loud moan that startled me.

"Yes, Master, touch my ass!" she giggled, kicking her feet happily. "Your hands feel so good on my skin."

"I'm trying to pick you up and move you out of the way," I chuckled.

She let out a playful hiss and bit my hand lightly. A small yelp escaped my lips, not from pain but surprise, as she started giggling.

"That serves you right!" she chortled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "If you want me to move, you'll have to carry me back to the bed yourself."

Her words hung in the air, a challenge thrown at my feet, as she lay sprawled amidst my father's undeciphered secrets. She looked up at me, her feline eyes shining with anticipation. The night was young, and the promise of more playful banter hung heavy in the air. The sentient castle, my castle, watched over us, a silent observer of our nightly routines.

With a resigned sigh and a soft smile on my lips, I leaned forward and lifted Dusky from the pile of my evening's work and carried her back to the bed. I tossed her on the satin sheets roughly.

"Well, I suppose I might as well get this out of the way now," I said as I unbuckled my belt. Her eyes went wide at the sight of my defeat, scarcely able to believe how easy she'd bent me to her will this time. "Take off those panties and that bra for your Master, would you, Dusky?"

She needed no further prodding. Obeying my command, she hastily took of her lingerie, and spread her legs. She fingered her slit and meowed for me to watch as I undid my own zipper and jerked myself at the sight of her, kneeling in front of her on the bed. Her skin was so soft and shimmering in the glow of the gray light streaming through the window. I couldn't help but smile at her eagerness, a feeling that only grew when she scooted closer and pressed her ass against my knees, begging me to put my cock to use.

"Are you ready to fuck me, Master?" She purred, rubbing her ass against my knees as she looked up at me. "I need your cock inside my kitty, please."

"I'd rather feel your lips around it first," I said with a smirk.

She whined a bit, but complied with my request. She knelt and got on her hands and knees before me, eagerly sucking my dick like a nursing kitten. Her technique was passionate and precise, her tongue flicking along the length of my shaft as she took it deeper and deeper into her mouth with every breath.

"Good girl," I grunted, running my fingers through her black hair, scratching behind her ears. She let out a moan of approval that buzzed her lips around my cock.

I could sense her arousal slowly building up as she licked and sucked, her own need to be pleased growing with each passing minute. I noticed droplets of her own nectar dripping from her cunt onto my sheets, and soon she brought one hand to the back of herself to finger herself while she pleasured me.

She moaned loudly and fucked herself while she sucked me, her eyes rolling black with bliss. I felt my own excitement rising as I watched her, unable to look away from the beautiful sight before me. My hand moved down to cup one of her heaving breasts, playing with it as she continued to pleasure my cock with the vacuum seal of her licks and her loving tongue. Her nipples were so hard and sensitive that each little pinch got another squeal out of her.

The sensations kept building until finally, with a loud groan, I released the pent-up energy inside me in a series of hot spurts that filled her mouth with my cum. She swallowed every single drop dutifully without pulling away, then looked up at me through hooded eyes, silently asking for more.

"I'm going to fuck the brat out of you now," I told her.

Her eyes widened with excitement, her tail going taut as she finally removed her lips from my manhood. "My pussy is your personal hole, Master. All day, every day, it begs for nothing but you to fill it up or taste it."

I smiled and pulled her up, then grabbed her by the waist and turned her around. She eagerly complied with my unspoken request, presenting herself to me in all her glory, most prominently her ass. I slowly slipped my throbbing, still-hard cock inside her wet folds, feeling her warmth embrace me. I accelerated fast and fucked her hard, immediately going at top speed, and she meowed appreciatively as I pounded into her body on repeat.

"Master!" she gasped. "It's Heaven! I love you, Master! I love your fat Master cock inside me, making my inside conform to you!"

My hands moved from gripping her waist to fondle both of her breasts as I continued to thrust into her, pulling her up. They jiggled with each movement, and I pinched her nipples with every thrust. Her legs began to quiver from the intensity of it all, but she hanging on as my dick continued to make sloppy sounds in her pussy.

"Come on, kitten," I hissed through gritted teeth, keeping the pace as steady as I could. "Let's see how much we can make each other cum."

"Guhh! Agh!" she screamed as her bliss caught up to her, finally doing her in.

Her walls tightened around me so fast I was caught off guard and had to grunt to stay composed. The moment lasted only for a few seconds, but it was enough to let Dusky take control. She pushed backward against me, shoving me with her great ass from doggy style into revers cowgirl, her cunt lips drooling all over my cock as she rode me. She curled her tail around my arm to steady herself as I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from filling her up too soon.

I placed my hands on her waist once more and soon reached up to grope her breasts again, appreciating how they wobbled so nicely in my hands as she bounced on my pole. She seemed to like that, and she increased the pace, squeezing my cock with her pussy dangerously tight as I tried my best to hang on for dear life.

Far too soon, I felt my release returning. I moved one hand back to her waist to slow her down, but it was almost over and I knew it.  My cock twitched inside her, and I felt the first spurt of my cum hit the back of her womb. Her pussy squeezed me tight, as if to coax every last drop from my cock as she moaned out another one of her orgasms, too. I groaned, squeezing her bubbly ass, ignoring her tail as it brushed me in the face, and she let out a scream of pleasure.  I tried to pushed her off me, but she refused, looking back at me with a scorned expression.

"Your dick stays inside all night," she growled. "Even when we're not fucking. I just need it to keep me full."

"That's going to get weird after a while," I muttered.

"Well, too bad," she said, crossing her arms as she carefully spun on my cock so that she was facing me. "That's just the way it is, right Vania?"

My castle wife cooed back in amusement. "Please leave me out of this one, Dusk," she said.

"As long he leaves it inside, I'll leave you out," she commented.

I chuckled and pulled the catgirl down by the waist to kiss her. "Have it your way for now," I said. "Eventually I'm going to need to pee, though."

Her eyes widened. "That'll be a first time for us, but I'll let you do it."

My eyes bulged. "Huh?!"

Dusky blushed, her eyes going down to my chest. "Because it's you, Nathan, and my body is yours to play with anytime you want--or even better, anytime I want," she giggled.

"I'm not peeing inside you," I muttered sternly.

She furrowed her brow. "Well then I suggest you hold it because--"

A purple tentacle emerged from the wall with a spray bottle full of water, handing it to me. "Thank you, Vania," I chuckled. "This should settle the issue."

Dusky shook her head. "You wouldn't dare," she said.

I squirted her on the tits with the bottle, and she jumped up with a backflip so fast that I worried she might pop my dick off with it. Thankfully that didn't happen.

She looked enraged for a moment, then slowly approached the bed again. "Well, fine. You can pee in the toilet if you want--but I swear to God, Vania, if you drop a cucumber on the floor behind me again..."

I chuckled and kissed her, interrupting whatever dubious threat she had in store for the castle. True, Dusky was a bit of a handful compared to the other girls, but she became easier to manage when I gave her a wombful. As Vania let the fireplace light dim, Dusky and I started making out.

"I love you, Nathan," she said as she reached for my cock and guided it into her butthole. "You're not off the hook yet, though. Not until your spunk comes out dry."

I nodded solemnly, accepting my fate as I felt my cockhead penetrate her sphincter. "I love you too, Dusky." And then I fucked her ass.