Impaler

Suave

"Come to my bed."

Angelina knew that Vlad didn't try hard to be seductive; he spoke as a matter of fact, and his light blue eyes never left her. She didn't want to admit it, but she felt her entrance flinch with excitement. "I dated men before, but none could sound like him."  However, Angelina slowly exited her faze and realized Vlad wanted something from her. The young woman didn't want to give herself to him too easily. History taught her that if a woman gave herself to a man, he would lose interest. "W-Would you like me to sing you a song? Maybe tell you a story!"

Vlad didn't blink once; his focus was entirely on her. A smirk formed on his lips. "Come to bed, now."

His voice was deep and firm; Angelina felt a tingle down her spine. Deep down, she wanted to get on that bed and have a prominent historical figure. "Damn it! Snap out of it! This guy impales people for a living! I will not give myself to him, even if he's a hot-speaking maniac!" Angelina took a deep breath. "You promised me that you will not touch me, Vlad. I trust you since I know that you are a man of god. However, are you a man of your word?"

Vlad didn't expect that; his smirk died down. He did tell her that he would not have had her yet. Frustration was building up within him, and the Voivode would have a female partner to relieve his frustrations. Yet Angelina considered his words; it angered him, but he also viewed her as a challenge. Vlad has always faced challenges in the political world, but with a woman, that had never happened before. Angelina was a new challenge that couldn't be easily tamed; he smirked again. "This brings a little more excitement in my life." The Voivode sighed as he backed himself to the bedpost and put his hands and arms behind his bed. "If I remember correctly, I said that I would not take you yet. I didn't say that I wouldn't have you." He shrugged his shoulders. "Very well, I will not have you yet. However, how will be taken care of?"

"Meaning?"

"Are you the fool, or do you act as such?"

Angelina huffed. "Well, words have different meanings. Sometimes, people may use words for different meanings."

It was silent between the two as the flicking flames echoed in the room; Vlad was getting impatient. "Get on the bed, now. If I have to repeat myself again, I may not able to contain my anger."

The young woman put her hands together, fidgeting her fingers. She had to think of an idea since Vlad could always change his mind. That was when an idea came to mind. "You seem to be quick to anger, Vlad. Do you ever feel tense when dealing with so much frustration and stress?"

The Voivode raised an eyebrow. "Tense?"

"I noticed that you always tense your muscles whenever you feel negative strong emotions. When people tend to tense up, the muscles and nerves can sometimes intertwine the wrong way which could lead to pain or soreness."

Vlad was silent but couldn't deny that he had felt off for the last month; his mind and body were tired. Sometimes, moving parts of his body or laying on them for long periods was difficult. "I have."

"Then, I have an idea. Take your shirt off and then lay on your stomach. I will give you a massage!"

Confusion and intrigue plagued the Voivode, and he wondered what she would do. Vlad obliged as he took off his shirt and lay on his stomach. Angelina's footsteps echoed as she approached him, and excitement filled him. Then, he felt her hands on his back. "Soft and fragile to the touch," he thought. 

When Vlad didn't try anything on her, Angelina began the massage. His skin was soft, but he had some muscle. That was when she felt tiny knots deep within Vlad's skin. "I thought so. You have knots that cause pain and soreness; I will undo them. I will go slow and soft, but eventually, I will tighten my grip. Please tell me if you're in pain. The young woman began with her massage gently all over his back; she felt Vlad tense, but the more the massage continued, the less he lessened. 

Vlad remained silent as he felt Angelina slowly toughening her grip, but not to the extreme that would cause discomfort. He flinched on the spots that made him feel sore, but the more Angelina massaged him, the more soreness dissipated. Angelina eventually massaged his shoulders and moved downward to his slightly muscular arms. During the massage, scars were noticeable in different parts of his body, which made Angelina feel a hint of pity. "He may be a sadistic jerk, but he had to become that way to survive." She took turns on each of his arms, hands, and shoulders. As Angelina was about to end the massage, Vlad suddenly turned upward; his face and the front of his body faced her. "Um...what are you doing?"

"I will admit that the massage did soothe me, but we cannot end the session until you massage the front now, can we?"

Angelina felt like doing a Pickachu surprised face; she didn't expect him to do such an action. "Um, I..."

"Unless you prefer to take out my frustration in another manner. Choose."

The young woman felt cornered; she knew it would be impossible to think of another excuse. She had no other option but to massage the front part of his body. "I can do this! Don't think negatively!" Angelina slowly touched Vlad's upper chest and massaged it. Sweat formed behind her neck, and she tried hard not to become nervous. Her hands move in a circular motion throughout his upper and lower chest area; there were times when she made contact with his nipples. Angelina tried not to show discomfort as she went down to his stomach.

Vlad closed his eyes as he put his hands under his head. He had never been touched in such a manner. He couldn't believe that a massage had taken the soreness away. However, Angelina's touch brought him comfort. It wasn't sexual or seductive; it was peaceful with no ill intent. Vlad felt at ease that sleep would consume him. However, when her hands and nails trickled below his stomach, he couldn't help but tingle in excitement. It excited him so much that his penis slowly erected.

Angelina noticed; her eyes widened when she saw Vlad's bulge formed and became noticeable. The Voivode had no shame; he was proud that Angelina would see his pride and joy. "Are you going to do anything about it?"

"E-Excuse me!?"

"You have excited me so, and you said that you would massage me where I feel pain and soreness. It pains me that I cannot release." The young woman slowly backed away, but Vlad grabbed her right hand and pulled her close to him. "You will eventually have to get used to all aspects of me. I will not claim your body but you might as well practice on how to please me. Pull my pants down, now."

Dread and excitement overwhelmed Angelina as she eyed Vlad's bulge. A part of her didn't want to do it, but the other side was curious; she couldn't help but feel warm in her vagina. Vlad let her go and waited to see what Angelina would do. The young woman slowly got the upper parts of his pants and slowly pulled them down while looking away. The Voivode couldn't help but notice her innocence and embarrassment; it excited him more. Once his pants were pulled halfway down, his 6-inch erection sprawled out. Angelina's eyes widened; her body trembled. She knelt beside Vlad, not knowing what to do next.

The Voivode became impatient as he immediately grabbed her hand and put it on his erection, and motioned her hand up and down. "Please me." His erect cock was soft yet hard; veins were visible. Angelina felt her face and body turn hot, and she slowly motioned her hand up and down; Vlad groaned. He arched his head back as he felt Angelina's hand on his cock. Vlad peeked, and Angelina looked away but glanced occasionally; a red blush was on her face. It was erotic to him. "How she would feel beneath me." He arched his hips upward. "Faster."

Angelina did as she was commanded; Vlad's moans and groans echoed as he arched his head back more and his hips higher. "Agggghhhhhh! Ngggggghhhhh!" He released, and parts of his semen landed on Angelina's arm and hand and parts of her nightgown. Vlad was breathing heavily as he slowly lifted his pants. "You did well. Now, would you like me to help you release?"

"N-NO! Please don't!" Angelina turned away from Vlad as she lay on the bed and put the bed covers over her. The Voivode chuckled as he felt refreshed. "As you wish; you will eventually feel my touch." Vlad lay down on the bed as he tried to sleep. Angelina felt her heart beating rapidly due to the whole experience. She was happy that Vlad didn't notice her juices began to drip down from her entrance to her legs slowly. "Dear god, how long will I be able to last here?"