Part II: Love Custard

 After having stabled his wingéd horse, Nickolas Right brought Raven Darkholme into his tasteful, but massively throbbing mansion. A fountain in the courtyard sprayed it’s white foamy liquid all over the bushes as they passed by, en route, to the man’s boudoir...

“Gosh Mr Nick,” said Raven. Without another word, he put a finger to her lips, and another on her mouth, leading her deeper towards the bed. It was covered in freshly laundered silk satin sheets and of bravest mahogany wood. The wood was stiff and firm, yet strangely supple. At that, Mr Right removed his blazer, and slung her low like a sweet chariot on the bed, the bed of love. A faint smell of linden trees and some exotic fish filled her nostrils. At that, Raven felt herself begin to succumb. She imagined herself as a flower bud, which she held in her mind and let open, blossoming and filling her with the one power. His Power. She embraced the power. And then, with a sly wink, he got his cock out.

It was a magnificent Passion Shaft, fully four inches engorged, throbbing with the might of manhood, overflowing with affection goo.

“But of course, such things are not for a lady such as you,” said  Mr Nick. “No, we shall explore more esorotic pursuits”. With that, he pulled out an egg whisk, and gently caressed her heaving bosom, dripping cake mixture all over her taut, aroused and fiercely independent nipples.

It was then that she felt the earth move. Literally.

There was a loud bang from downstairs, which shook the manor to its foundations.

“Damn! They found me!” ejaculated Mr Nick. Downstairs, metal ninjas were flowing through a hole in the wall into the manor.

“Mr Nick?” said Raven. He flung open the window.

“No time to explain!”  He whistled a strange tune, and Raven heard whinnying and wingflaps in reply. Mr Nick placed her genitaly on the back of his wingéd horse “The Horse knows the way! Find Mr Alucard! He’ll know what to do! Fly you fool!”

Raven stared, dumbstruck, as the horse took her from the man who very nearly had sex with her. The manor lay half in ruins, explosions bursting all over, plumes of smoke tainting the night sky. Yet Mr Nick still stood, glowing like a thousand suns under the onslaught of robot shinobi, some of whom were indeed like sasuke. On the back of the wildly riding horse, all she could take solace in was that at least her cherry DID get popped after all.

to be continued...