Victoriana

Title: Victoriana
Author: Elizard
Rating: NC-17
Summary: William leaves the party on that fateful night as seen in the show but there’s a bit of the night’s activities that we didn’t get to see.

Please Note: The descriptions and plot were written by me but the entire dialogue was taken from an online humour site called “The Victorian Sex Cry Generator” which produces random naughty phrases with a Victorian flavour. I was so inspired by the phrases I saw there that I decided to work them into a fic.

This fic is completed and a stand-alone work. It is also the very first piece of NC-17 fic I have ever written so if you leave feedback please make it constructive. I’ve read quite a bit but never written this sort of fic before so I have no idea if it works.

Pairing: Drusilla/William.
Contains: Consensual sex, tiny bit of necrophilia, act of siring as a sexual act.
To contact me regarding this fic please email: elizard100@yahoo.ca

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William left the party, his heart heavy with sorrow. How could Cecily treat him like that? Couldn’t she see? She was everything to him and he was now, sadly realized, nothing to her. He stumbled blindly from her house into the darkened streets until the need for solace was so overbearing that he felt the need to steal away to some dark corner and collect himself. It would be unseemly for a gentleman to appear in such a distressed state in public. Finding his way to the empty stables behind a neighbouring house he sat down and gave way to his emotions.

Deep in thought, the sound of nearby footfalls soon alerted William to someone’s approach. He looked up to find a young woman staring at him in fascination. Only women of easy virtue walked unescorted in the streets of London at nighttime and as a good Christian. William had no interest in such things. Yet at the same time he was feeling desperately lonely and in need of affection, but his upper-class breeding held sway and he dismissed the unwelcome intrusion. After some small conversation against his better judgement, the woman came closer and he allowed her an intimate proximity. As she leaned in tow him him, he felt a sharp pain at his throat mingled with intense pleasure as though she had bitten him. Against everything he had ever been taught, he felt himself begin to grow aroused from the sensation. Abandoning social decorum he gave in to the feeling of pleasure he so desperately needed and enjoyed the heady feeling. As she continued to suckle at his throat, the woman’s hand, which was resting against his chest traveled southward, surprising him. Expertly unbuttoning his flies the brazen beauty inserted her hand inside his trousers and took hold of his manhood.

“You have grasped my very root!” William exclaimed, startled. She began to stroke and rub the head and shaft in a steady rhythm, all the while continuing to suck on his throat. “Oh! my gum, this is wonderful! Wonderful!” Amused by his reaction she pulled away, her mouth smeared with gore. Licking her lips clean she appraised the situation and saw the opportunity for some amusement. All the while her hand continued kneading the firm flesh that keened into her palm as William desperately sought out the release she offered.

The young woman smiled in a mix of delight and raw power over the affect she was having over him. Her fingers teased the sensitive flesh as he moaned against her. Unbuttoning and lifting his shirttails to gain better access, William stayed her hand, denying the exposure out of modesty. Drusilla smiled, “You must not think to hide your treasures from my gaze - my sight must be feasted, as well as my touch!” Removing his jacket and shirt Drusilla took one of his nipples in her mouth teasing it with her blunt teeth. William whimpered with pleasure and Drusilla continued her ministrations to his aching member. Too near the doorway for her liking Drusilla led her willing victim to the darker recesses of the room.

Spreading her cloak upon a hay-strewn area, Drusilla lay down and lifted up her skirts. “Turn your passions upon me!” she urged, indicating her exposed sex. “ I lie in wait, my avenue too fair, too open to be miss'd.”

At the sight of her willing flesh William lost all sense of decorum and fell upon Drusilla, his swollen protuberance nudging against her most secret passage.

Drusilla held him at arm length a moment. “Please sir, I beg you! Ease back your attack so that I may compose myself to compass the admission of that stupendous head of your machine!” She guided his hand to the opening of her sex. “Ah, let your fingers play and twine in the young tendrils of silky down that cover'd the very seat of my womanhood!”

He took her meaning all too well and set upon pleasuring her manually first, this new experience curious to his inexpert hands. At first he traced the outer lips with his index finger before inserting a probing finger into her silky depths. William explored her inner folds, eliciting soft whimpers of joy, which acted as his guide as to what to do next. Finding her nub of pleasure, he set about tweaking it and teasing it into a painful sensation that set her loins on fire. All the while Drusilla continued her dexterous ministrations to his organ. His own sighs and gasps joining those of the woman he lay astride. Finding her centre to be a wondrous marvel of velvet flesh and slick walls he inserted first one finger and proceeded to rub the inside of her chamber. As one finger inserted itself so easily a second joined the first, eventually prying apart the opening to accommodate a third. Drusilla squirmed with pleasure as William stroked and tickled, bringing forth a slick fluid that coated his fingers and gave better ease of motion. He steadied himself with one hand splayed across her exposed belly, sometimes travelling up to fondle her covered breasts. The heady aroma of her arousal was like perfume to him and he grew more excited. Drusilla reached a hand down and captured some of the sticky fluid and spread it over his member to assist her own efforts. Her slick passageway became engorged and the rapid movements, with which William was pleasuring her, increased in speed and intensity until she seemed to be on the brink of exploding from sheer joy.

“I melt! I die!” Drusilla finally cried out desperately as her body shook in waves of ecstasy. “You have caused me to suffer a pleasure that transports me to the land I knew not but dreamed of unawares!”

Knowing he had sated her William eased up on his haunches unsure of what to do next, his stiff member untended after Drusilla’s moment of jubilation.

The dark haired beauty gazed up at him knowingly. “Oh Sir! . . . Good Sir! . . . pray do not spare me! ah! ah!” Motioning for him lie down on his back Drusilla took his manhood between her hands again and saluted it with a kiss. “Pray, allow me to feast my eyes with the touch and perusal, feast my lips with kisses of the highest relish!”

William looked down in shock and disbelief as she enveloped the head of his penis with her shiny red lips. Such acts were unseemly and improper but the heights of pleasure he was experiencing shook his very core and he could do nothing but steel his very soul against the intensity of the sensations he was feeling. Beginning a steady rhythm of stroking the shaft up and down with a firm hand, Drusilla continued to suckle the head of the engorged organ. Inserting the tip of her tongue into the small slit in the head brought a sharp intake of air into William’s lungs. She continued to lick and nuzzle the hard length, working her way down to the juncture of the groin. Placing a firm stroking pressure in this area with her tongue nearly sent William over the edge.

Beyond the capacity for thought, the poet in him took license, “What joy inexpressible! My joy is lost in a sea of greater bliss than I have ever known!”

Overcome with this heretofore-unknown act William reveled in the sweet pleasure that wracked his body as she returned to engulf his jutting manhood. Looking down at his generous benefactor he held her head gently as she serviced him, “Open wide that pouting-lipt mouth, that I might unleash my sweet loving fury”, he cooed.

Drusilla shifted her position to take in the two dangling balls that hung below, sucking and licking the pair with tenderness. “These fleshly orbs shake with undisguised pleasure!” William finally cried out. Working her way down further still she lapped at the smooth stretch of skin that lay beyond, pressing firmly into it with the flat of her tongue. William’s hips rose up as he fought to contain himself. If he did not end this maddening ecstasy, he knew he was done for. “Your lips pursue me, so that I cannot escape from kissing them in purest self-defense!” Pulling her up to face him, William eased Drusilla into the tenderest of kisses. Their first. As their lips met William felt a greater intimacy with this woman than when she had earlier suckled his manhood. Their bodies entwined, his hardness pressed into her thigh through her dress, the pressure through the soft fabric made Drusilla squirm with anticipation.

Pulling away for a moment Drusilla stood, hastily undoing the buttons of her dress and allowing it to drop to her feet, leaving her completely exposed to the chill night air. “ I am inflamed beyond the power of modesty!” she proclaimed jubilantly.

William’s mouth went dry, marveling at such expanses of white flesh, more beautiful than any painting he had ever seen. “Let me touch your breasts, finely plumped in flesh but withal so round, so firm!” His eyes traced her contours, drinking in her exquisiteness. His eyes found themselves fixed on the dark triangle that was the gateway to her womanhood. He knelt before it in wonderment. “The powerful cunt! Whose very name kindles in me an amorous flame!”

Drusilla giggled in amusement. William leaned forward to explore further with his mouth the deep secrets his fingers had earlier learnt. So aroused was she that a thin coating of womanly fluids were already covering the inside of her thighs. The taste of her liquor intoxicated him as he slowly traced the outer contours of her delicate folds with his tongue. Grasping the side of each thigh he parted her legs to gain better purchase. A cry shot out of Drusilla’s lips as William’s teeth dragged across her sex and he nibbled and teased her to the point of ecstasy. Fondling her own breasts, the nipples peaking into hard points, she moaned and shifted her feet as she withstood the assault her tormenter visited upon her hungry quim. Like a starving man he feasted upon her with equal joy.

“Your lascivious touches have lighted up a new fire that wanton'd through all my veins”, she uttered. Drusilla could take no more of the teasing. “Please, my heart's fluttering so, in rivulets of fire! Quickly, unleash your fluids and put it out!”

Pulling his flushed face away from her sex, Drusilla stepped back towards the spot of their earlier sporting. Lying down she beckoned to her lover with one hand while fondling her breast with the other. “Oh my dearest, pull out your mighty stallion and let my thighs and linens receive your effusion!”

William needed no more invitation than this. “My life! My soul! The springs of pleasure are wound to such a pitch that I cannot help but succumb to ecstasy!”

Hastily stepping forward, William fell upon Drusilla in an instant, gently nuzzling her breasts as she eased her thighs apart to accommodate his throbbing member. Stroking his sweaty brow Drusilla murmured, “ I can feel your prodigious engine stirring in the very centre of my vitals!” Her experienced hand led him to his mark and with a grunt of pleasure he filled her to the core with one eager thrust and proceeded to pleasure her with his hard manroot.

Drusilla cried out as waves of rapture overtook her, “What floods of bliss! What melting transports! What agonies of delight!” She bucked against him as he drove into her channel with unmatched ardour. “ I am stir'd beyond bearing with your furious agitations within me, gorged and cramm'd, even to surfeit!”

William felt a heightening pleasure surging through his body, such as he had never before experienced. The bliss he now knew was greater than any poetry. The meagerness of that which he had previously given the name poetry now proved inadequate in comparison to the sensation that tingled in every fibre of his being. He was truly alive. Never before had he felt so in love with life as he now did. The very night itself was singing in his head. He could feel the soft flesh of the woman who lay beneath him, her breasts jiggled in time with his thrusts, her soft moans were an unholy melody that would not leave him. The delicate fleshy folds of her womanhood gripped him in it’s sopping wet grasp like a fist, milking him hard and fast and meeting his every thrust with an extra sucking pull, drawing him back in to her pit of pleasure. He grunted as he shifted to give himself better control and a short and shrill whimper of joy filled his partner. “Harder and again, my darling, I feel my oceans coming upon me!” she cried. “What floods of bliss! What melting transports! What agonies of delight!”

Drusilla pulled him tighter to her in an inhumanly strong grasp. “Redouble the active energy of your thrusts, lest I die from my own inflamed appetites!” she directed and he exhausted his reserves as he assaulted her with increased vigour, her very core a willing victim to his repeated penetrations.

“It is too much, I cannot bear it!” Drusilla cried out, her face contorting into a mask of sheer rapture. “My very being is dissolving into waves of pleasure and liquid pearls!” Moaning aloud, Drusilla melted against William, her eyes half closed in fluidic satiation.

“What now, have you enough of my red-headed champion?” William teased saucily. “ I say nay, let me lay him on again in such wondrous battle with your own red-center'd cleft of flesh!”

Easing his manhood to the edge of her entryway he took hold of it and rubbed it against the slick opening until her passion was yet again inflamed. Not til then did he push back in and ride their mutual pleasure to exquisite bliss. “Oh, insupportable delight! Oh! Superhuman rapture!” he cried as he could hold out no longer.

“Oh! Oh, it is too much, I am going... O!” His thrusts increased as he reached new heights of pleasure. Lowering his head into the crook of her neck to increase the angle of his thrusts, Drusilla licked the salty expanse of his throat where the mark of her previous nip still showed. The taste of the blood combined with the pulses of pleasure sent her over the edge and her eyes glowed yellow as she bit into his exposed flesh, drinking deeply.

William cried out in a combination of pain and pleasure as he reached the apex of joy, “I am spending! I am spending! I spend! I die!” His declaration more true than he realized.

Still joined at their juncture of gratification, Drusilla flipped William onto hack ack continuing to grind against him as she held fast to his neck.

“Oh delicious deliriums! I lay pleasure-drench'd and spent.” William murmured, half unconscious. “Your cunny has grasped me and milked me of my passions!”

Sucking at his throat as she had earlier done to his manhood Drusilla felt William becoming newly aroused against her throbbing entryway. In his delirium he stroked her breasts and ran his hands over her cool flesh. He laughed drunkenly, “You bewitching vision, you have stolen my heart, my soul, and my spunk!”

As he drifted off into oblivion William felt his life force ebbing away and he started to exchange Drusilla’s embrace for that of Death’s. Somehow aware of what was happening he lifted his eyes to look at his lover before exclaiming, “You have slain me! No attacker's spear could strike me down as thoroughly as your sweet actions! I am spent, and may greet St. Peter with a tired grin.”

Drusilla pulled away from his throat to look him clearly in the eyes, allowing him to see her true face. A look of understanding passed between them and she shimmied up his body before offering up her naked sex to his face. She reached a long fingernail down and drew a cut across the inner lip of her womanhood drawing blood. Positioning herself over his face she opened herself up to him. “Kiss me now and forever, for your thrusts have made me your willing slave!”

William looked up weakly and leaned forward towards her bleeding quim. “You have carried me to a new-discover'd sphere of Venus, I am melted into a softness that can refuse you nothing! “ He suckled and drew in her blood thus sealing his fate and entwining them for eternity in a deadly lover’s dance. Drusilla moaned and twisted, lowering herself onto his hungry tongue as she enjoyed the play of his hot mouth on her tingling womanhood. Sucking gently to both bring her pleasure and draw out the liquid, William began to slowly fade away. “Ah! I, to a fucking, do a martyr die!” he chuckled at last as he took one final taste of her bloodied juices before his heart stilled.

Drusilla lifted herself up and looked down at her now dead lover. His manhood stood erect, a last remembrance of their night together. Drusilla took it in her hand and stroked it, stirring a last bit of fluid to the surface, “Alas! That these delights should be no longer-lived!” She lapped it up greedily knowing that when he awoke again in a few days his body would produce no such liquor. After she had finished, Drusilla took the time to smooth William’s hair and put his clothing back on. “You have gorg'd me with the dearest morsel of the earth!” she uttered as she left him, saddened at the loss and yet impatient for his rising when she would find new pleasures for them to engage in. Brushing a bit of straw off of her dress Drusilla set off into the night to await her lover’s return.