Satin Sleigh Ride

The sleigh’s speed increased, the driver yelled at the horses and lashed out with his whip at wolves and horses alike.

Inside the sleigh, the count fed his ravenous need and hunger as well, as he fucked the small footman faster and harder, lifting him high and slamming him down hard. The footman was writhing on his lap and sobbing, as much in fear of the attacking wolves as of the taking by the count.

A wolf slung his torso into the sleigh and snapped at the hem of the mink coat, getting it in his fangs, but the count kicked at him and the beast fell away. The count didn’t lose a stroke inside the footman’s channel. He was sucking hard on the footman’s neck, feeling the throbbing of the carotid artery. The footman’s head was lolled off to the side, his white-knuckled hands gripping at the satin coat lapel.

At the first spurt of the count’s ejaculation deep inside the footman, he sank his fangs into the young man’s carotid artery. The footman flinched and his eyes rolled back in his head. Another spurt and a deep suck. The wolves howled and whined, and they could be heard falling behind the sleigh, giving up, having lost to a far more powerful force than themselves. Spurt and deep suck. The footman’s body relaxed, although he still was rubbing his fingers on the satin lapel. Spurt and deep suck. The footman was sighing, his body completely relaxed in the count’s arms. He had a small, distant smile on his face. Spurt and deep suck.