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A Night In The Woods BlazeXAnonymous

Markov wasn't done with her yet though, he had tenacity and some incredible stamina. Releasing her throat as he felt her reach her orgasm, her insides going through intense spasm after spasm. Looping his arms around her torso Markov pulled her up into his lap and he leaned his back against the tree he had her pinned to prior. They were near her dagger now, and Markov had forgotten that she had dropped it.

"Don't you stop fucking me, you're going to make me cum," Markov ordered her. His hands came up to her chest, pressing her breasts together his mouth finding her non-pierced nipple and toying with it. Biting down gently, and pulling at her nipple with his teeth. He wasn't trying to bite into her nipple like last time. Markov's hips thrust up into her forcefully each time she dropped her weight down onto him. Each time she went up and came back down, she would penetrate herself all the way into her womb.

Releasing his grip on her nipple, Markov looked up into her eyes as her chest started bouncing and jiggling each time she dropped her weight down onto him. Markov's right hand moved down rubbing at the top of her slit, toying with her clit roughly. "Are you ready to admit that you... Hahhn! Want my cum inside of you!?" Markov asked her moaning between his words and grinning sadistically.
 
As Markov switched their position again she placed her hands to his shoulder with a groan. Her eyes flicked down to see the dagger and glanced back to him, he obviously hadn't realized it wasn't there, at least not yet. She let out a soft moan as he played with her nipple, not wanting him to have the satisfaction of cumming in her she waited until the right moment, for now still going along with it. When his mouth released her nipple and her body moved down she threw her weight to the side with a gasp, grasping the hilt of the dagger and swinging her arm around to cut his chest.

He already knew it but her blade was blessed, every time she came to a new town she would get it blessed again. She managed to push herself away from his body, tearing herself free. Her legs shook as she put a bit of distance between the two of them, holding the dagger out and grabbing one of the ones sitting on her thigh that he didn't remove. Her whole body was shaking, from the sudden loss of sexual attention. Her eyes were wide as she stared at him, the fire rekindled in her eyes.
 
Markov had lost himself in the lust, in the feeling of being buried deep inside of her tight body. Her sudden movement alerted him to his exact predicament, then suddenly there was a searing pain shooting across his chest and into his chest. Markov hissed loudly at her as she darted up and to her shaky knees. She held her dagger out in front of her face, and reached for a second dagger to bring out. She was still panting and obviously flustered.

Markov gripped his chest tightly as he could feel the intense burning, his eyes flashed from green to a crimson color briefly as he looked up to the nude female. Then suddenly Markov vanished in a blur, a massive gust of wind blew through the woods and put out the girl's fire. The smoke twisted and drifted about as the gust of wind calmed and the area returned to stillness.

From the darkness, Markov's laughter echoed out of the woods. The sound emanated from every direction around her. It would not only confuse, but this was likely to cause a reaction of fear. Another gust of wind rushed by the back of McKinley, and Markov ran a nail across her skin allowing it to cut her. He stood behind her, waiting for her to act. Should she react in hostility, he would again disappear. If she retreated, he would follow.
 
For the first time in her life McKinley felt afraid to be in the woods at night. As her fire was extinguished she was suddenly blinded by the darkness and didn't even have time to try and get her eyes to adjust before she felt a sharp pain run along her back. With a grimace she turned around with wide eyes filled with fright before taking slow, steady steps backwards. She was five miles from town and she doubted she could make it that far on her shaky legs. She couldn't hear anything other than her own heavy breathing, her chest rising and falling quickly.

Holding her two daggers at the ready she whirled around and began to run, the faint bit of moonlight gave her just enough light to see the trees in front of her to keep from hitting them. She could feel a bit of blood running down her back, nothing drastic but it definetly stung with the bitter air biting at it. Pushing her way through brambles and brush she didn't even care that she was naked, she just had to get away knowing she had probably pissed him off pretty good with that cut.
 
Markov however wouldn't just let her get away so easily. And not only that, she had successfully drawn out his inner beast. It was no longer about having his way with her, it was now about killing her. Markov's eyes were incredibly more suited for night than McKinley's. Thus he was able to watch her each and every move, and on top of that, he was able to predict exactly where it was she was running. So he was able to simply 'appear' in front of her path.

Each time Markov showed up in front of her, McKinley turned and ran in a different direction. With the fire put out, it was impossible for her to tell where she had ran from, and where she was running to now. He had her trapped, she was like a mouse in a maze now, and the cheese was unattainable. To make matters worse, the mouse had a really angry cat on her tail.

Markov was fighting for control over his own mind, she had managed to awaken the primal beast inside of him. If a vampire was injured with a blessed weapon, or Holy Water they generally reverted back to their original ways. Should that vampire be a human who was turned, they would show more human traits, but for Markov who was an ancient vampire this was a dangerous transformation. The last time that Markov popped up in front of McKinley's path he roared at her and with his cry the wind blew against her blowing dust and leaves into her face.

Markov as if he was part of the wind itself. His presence would be totally overwhelming around her. His nails raked across her skin in a different spot each time. The clawing wasn't deep enough to draw blood, but it was enough to drive a person crazy. Suddenly however, Markov stopped in his tracks in front of McKinley. His eyes returned back to their normal color of luminescent green, and his head tiled back nose in the air. He inhaled deeply, his eyes widening as a very loud howl sounded out behind them. Markov knew that the location it came from was where she had set up camp.

Then around them more howling began to resonate through the trees. Markov turned to look at her, then down to his own chest. The bloodshed, while there wasn't much, it was plenty enough to draw in a pack of hungry beasts. "Lycan's...." Markov said under his breath. Markov being an ancient vampire, had long since held a very deep amount of ill feelings towards the feral beasts. "Tell me McKinley my darling, do you want to die here, or live?" He asked her.
 
Not only was McKinley growing dizzy she was becoming lost, she had no time to use the stars because it seemed every time she took a few steps he was there. Tears began to sting her eyes and blur what little vision she had left. When they both finally stopped running Markov suddenly roared at her, something she had never seen a vampire do before which seemed to awaken a new fear in her, that fire that had been burning in her eyes when she slashed him was snuffed out. Her body began to burn from the several scratches, she crumpled to the ground, about to scream at him when a loud ringing howl reached her ears freezing her to the spot.

Her amber eyes widened at the sound, she had encountered a Lycan only one other one when she was still in the organization and had seen what kind of power they held, they were equally if not more frightening beasts. As another howl sounded she realized quickly that they were surrounded and knew it wouldn't be long before they closed in for the kill where Markov would surely leave her to die but instead he asked if she wanted to live.

As much as she wanted to die from all the defiling things he had done and said to her tonight her instincts told her to live. Taking her two daggers in her hands she stabbed them into the ground, doing the same to the third before looking up at him with begging eyes "I want to live." she said quickly knowing that the Lycansnwere fast moving creatures.
 
Markov's ears could pick up the sound of footsteps rushing them from multiple directions. There was a very familiar growling, and Markov knew it was an alpha pack leader. He even knew who the alpha was, Markov had fought with him before, it seemed now that he was the one being hunted, not just by a human. Crouching down, Markov went to one knee and pulled her daggers from the ground, piling them up one after the other in the palm of his hand Markov nodded to her words. He of course knew she wanted to live, no person really wanted to die, and those that did were already dead.

With one arm, Markov helped McKinley to her feet. He looped his arm around her waist and looked over his shoulder. He could see the reflectiveness of eyes glaring at them, turning and looking over McKinley's shoulder, Markov watched as a massive shadow jumped from the thick brush. The insanely big alpha's grey coat blurred towards them, and Markov took a step towards the beast. He positioned him between McKinley and the alpha. "You should hold on tight," Markov warned McKinley.

Right before the alpha's intensely large paw came crashing down on them, Markov and McKinley were soaring above the treetops. This was the only reason that Markov had been able to live against the lycan the last time, he was able to fly away as only the ancients could do. But with the additional weight of another person, Markov was unable to fly as he normally would have been able to. Luckily he was able to levitate in place.

Dropping down out of the sky, Markov's feet touched down on a tree branch and he pushed off into the sky again. His jumps were fast, and he closed distance towards the village faster than a horse at full sprint. From the treetops, you could easily see the glow of the small village nearby. Markov headed in that direction, but he wasn't headed for the village. There was an abandoned hunting shack on the hill behind the village. The speed at which Markov traveled would be far more intense for a human than for him, and within a few minutes, he was stepping on the roofs of buildings in the town. Leaping straight up into the sky, Markov matched the height of the hunting shack which he had stayed in before. "Tempestatis!" Markov commanded, and just as before a gust of wind carried him and McKinley instantaneously to the front of the shack. "Here is far enough," Markov said as he collapsed to his knees. The vampire was heavily drained now, not only fighting McKinley, but carrying her and running had sapped the energy out of him.
 
With cloudy eyes the hunter watched him gather up her only means of protection before helping her too her feet. Her eyes widening as she turned her head to see the shape of the large alpha charging toward them and before she could even register too scream in fear she found herself clinging to Markov like he instructed and was soon in the air. As her stomach lurched when her eyes looked down she noticed the village and actually thought he would take her there but of course he wouldn't. He was a monster that had just raped her before she cut him.

Without hesitation she buried her face in his chest and it wasn't long until he stopped moving and set her down and watched as he crumple to the ground. While she figured she could finally get her revenge on him and kill him in his tired state he had her daggers and she couldn't just walk up to him and snap his neck. To kill a vampire like him only a weapon blessed or purified in holy water would kill him.

As the fatigue of running around suddenly caught up to her she leaned heavily on the wall behind her before sitting down, sure she was thankful that he saved her but that didn't change anything, she still wanted him dead, actually more now than she did before. Despite the danger of having him right in front of her especially while she was naked McKinley's eyes fell shut as she passed out, to tired to stay awake any longer
 
Markov knew his current predicament was not good. What was worse, he really wanted to keep his plaything alive. She was after all oh so fun. And little did the girl know, that was where most of the wolves came from. The little shape shifters had people everywhere, and watched all things. It was why Markov had stayed off the radar for so long. It was why this abandoned shack looked exactly that, abandoned. It even smelled terrible on the outside.

Markov's breathing was heavy and labored, he watched McKinley in a careful manner. He was prepared to do whatever necessary to extend his own life, including taking her own. However when she collapsed Markov knew that there was another way. She wouldn't like it, but there wasn't much choice. Markov hadn't fed much off of her, in fact he had hardly done so at all. She had yet to lose much blood in this whole event, and if she were unconscious it wouldn't be much of an issue to keep her that much more disabled.

Rising to his feet, Markov approached her as her eyes drifted closed. He scooped her up in his arms and walked to a basement entrance to the building. He used his foot to catch the latch to the ground door and lifted it open. The entrance looked to lead to a dingy dark basement. "Ostendo," He muttered weakly.

Over the entrance, an energy seemed to shimmer and Markov stepped down, walking through the energy revealed an entirely different room. It was lavishly furnished, and had many flickering candles even a chandelier of candles. Markov carried her to a large bed spread with the finest down comforter and satin sheets. It had eight large pillows, which Markov laid her head onto. At the foot of the bed was a fur blanket which Markov pulled over her. Leaning down he placed his lips on her neck, "I'm sorry for this," He whispered.

He sank his teeth into her and started to feed. The blood lust was hard to control and he even started to loose himself. But the blood gave way to a memory of earlier and Markov broke his mouth from her neck. He stumbled to the floor and breathed heavily smearing the blood with his forearm. He panted heavily and rose to his feet. Within moments he had dressed himself and exited the room. The spell would have her exit where she had entered, only she wouldn't be able to reenter without the spell command, and Markov's blood.

Markov slicked his hair back and took a deep breath of the night air. There was still much to be done for the Vampire before morning. He had already developed a plan, he was going to fetch the traps she had set, and reset them and lure the lycans into said traps. This would also require him to fight carefully and lead them one after the other into situations where they believed they had the upper hand.

By the time from when sun had set to when the sun had begun to rise, Markov hadn't rested. Not only that, he had been expending energy and fighting, in a sense. Only this newest battle he had taken, had taken a much deeper and harder toll on him. By the time that McKinley would awaken it would likely be midday, and Markov would be hiding battered and beaten in the shadows of the basement. He stayed awake waiting as long as he could. For the room she was in, the door changed per which door it had been opened with. Since he had closed the door, he would see it open when she exited his room, and that was when he was hoping she would see him.
 
Through her tired state just before her eyes closed she had seen him rise to his feet and move towards her before she had fallen asleep. She didn't move or make any sound as he picked her up and took her to his room and gently laid her down on the bed. When he leaned over and bit into her neck her body lurched and her face twisted but her eyes didn't open yet. She slept soundly through the morning and even a bit into the afternoon before her eyes finally flicked open. Her vision was blurry but as it cleared she sat up, holding her head a bit as she looked around and down to the blanket that was covering her body, the memories of last night flushing her face before taking the blanket with her as she got to her feet.

Wrapping the blanket around herself tight as she walked away from the bed slowly, her head was pounding as if she had drank a bit to much. Opening up the door to leave or to find whoever it was that had brought her to the room cause this definetly didn't look like the same shack that she remembered seeing. When she left the room she didn't even pay attention to her surroundings, a pair of brilliant green eyes caught her attention and she knew just who it was and for a moment remained were she was until she noticed he seemed to be hurt. What a brilliantly vulnerable position he was in now, to bad she didn't have her weapons.

With a frown she lowered her head a bit with a quiet sigh, it was too bad that she owed him now for saving her from the Lycans. Licking her lips slowly she moved closer to him "Markov, what happened?" she asked, she knew there was no way another hunter happened along and found him, he wouldn't have this much damage if it was a hunter, she knew that good and well. She had no idea how long she had been asleep so she didn't know if he had just returned like this or he had been sitting like this for a while now.
 
When the door to the cellar had begun to open, Markov was completely unconscious, in the dark he would look pretty roughed up. But once the sunlight had begun to shine in, the Ancient hissed loudly and scurried painfully into the shadows. His baser instincts kicking in, but he realized it was the situation that he had wanted, only he was in direr shape than he wanted. A broken arm, claw marks that ripped through his leather jacket and shirt and into his flesh. His broken arm had been shredded by the jaws of a large beast. When McKinley appeared, he knew she had come through the spell barrier, and that meant that the spell had been broken. He would now have to recast the spell, but had no energy to do so. If she were an attuned human, she would be capable of casting the spell using his blood.

Markov coughed weakly and his head leaned back against a wooden support beam with a thud. Dust fell around him and he clutched his mangled arm. "Good... News or... Bad news... First?" Markov asked her. He was clearly in a state which left him completely open for her to take his life. So should she choose to, but it was her he was relying on. Ending it like this was no fun for either of them, and he hoped that she would agree. Markov sat up straight against the post as to address her. He would just tell her straight.

"I killed... Five of the lycans, so they have retreated for now... Should buy you a day or two worth of time. The alpha does however.... Think you are my mate... And he wants your head," Markov said between deep breaths and wheezing. "Sorry about that... Never... Meant to draw... You into my problems...." He added laughing at the irony of the situation. She could very easily and well kill him but if she did, all of her proof to suggest that she wasn't his mate, or partner would fade away in a pile of ash. Markov knew if she helped him survive, as he had done her, they could benefit mutually from this. And possibly even put some of their past behind them, in order to look forward to better futures.
 
McKinley watched him with a frown, now that she had gotten closer to him she realized just how bad his wounds were, having to live on her own she had learned a thing or two about taking care of open wounds with limited supplies. Slowly she crouched down in front of him and tilted her head to the side, listening as he explained the situation. This was definitely not what she expected to hear and she really didn't expect him to apologize but she wasn't angry that the alpha was after her all of a sudden, she easily understood how they could be mistaken as mates simply based on what he saw but she knew they couldn't simply talk it out.

Taking in a deep breath and exhaling heavily she rubbed her head "Okay well I really don't want to die and you look like your about too." she said before gently moving his unharmed arm away from the wounds. She knew some vampires could heal on their own over time but she wasn't sure if it was different for ancient vampires like him "If you were to take some of my blood would it help you to heal faster?" she asked curiously, if it would and it would help save him she wouldn't mind giving him some of her blood, of course she didn't know that he had fed off of her once already while she was asleep.

She didn't want him to get the wrong idea about her offering him blood or helping him, it's not that she felt bad because he was injured or because she suddenly felt differently about him. She was simply repaying a debt and whether he saw it that way or not was up to him but she knew why she was doing it, would never attack someone in such a weak state, that would only make her seem weak. Besides he still had her daggers and she had no idea where they were.
 
Markov watched her, she clearly had no idea that he had fed on her the night prior. He wondered if her natural hatred for him, and the fact that she had become quite the tough beauty made it so she recovered quickly. Normally, in most cases the girl would have been woozy and unable to walk properly. But here she was, trying to figure out exactly what had happened and what was happening. It was only then that Markov realized she was only wearing the blanket he had covered her with. He grinned and coughed slightly, "That's a good look for you," Markov said, as if he was trying to avoid the question. Of course he would heal faster, in fact, most everything would start setting itself before her very eyes. His arm, once aligned would automatically set itself and start healing the break. But there was a danger involved in all of this, even if she could withstand him draining her more, there was a risk he would enter into a deep blood lust and drain her dry. Markov really did not want to take such a risk as she would surely die. And there was only one other option for them to make it out of situation in one piece, together at least. Markov knew he could keep himself from entering a blood lust if there was something to break his concentration from feeding. He also knew of a way to make certain she wouldn't die from being too drained, but that required her to have her heart racing. And he only knew of one thing that would be able to do that for the both of them, at the same time.

"Haaah.... Yes, it would... Help me... But you're already drained..." Markov began speaking between breaths, he knew that what he was going to suggest was a long shot. Especially with him being in well dire shape, he wasn't all that visually appealing. "I would... Need a distraction too.... And you would need to keep your heart rate.... Racing..." He continued with his thought, pausing to take a deep breath knowing that this would be rejected instantly. "If we... Finished what we, I mean I-I had started, that should work," Markov said to her his eyes closing slowly. He knew he wouldn't die immediately, but he would be found, and likely eaten. That was what was in his future, if she decided to shoot down this idea. What was in store for her could have been something completely different, or a very similar conclusion. Markov knew if they went back to having sex, and he was able to feed off of her in the process, that would be enough of a distraction for him. He also knew it would get her heart racing, as he had already previously experienced.

Opening his eyes slowly, Markov looked up to her face. She was quite beautiful, but very very fierce. That was only something that Markov liked all the more though, she was determined and beautiful. Looking to her face, he wanted to know what she herself was thinking. There was obviously the possibility that she would of course turn him down on his proposal. But that was up to her, she could leave now, clearly not dressed properly for the environment. But the choice was hers to make, she could be here with him and help him survive to help her survive. Or she could take her chances and try to survive on her own.
 
McKinley blinked a few times when he suddenly smiled and told her that was a good look. A bit confused she looked down, forgetting that she had only the blanket on to cover herself. Her face turned a light shade of pink as she pulled it tighter as if it would offer her more cover. For some reason she didn't like seeing him in such a fragile position, maybe it was because she had grown so accustomed to seeing him energized and strong and without a mark on him. She knew she could not only be killing him but herself by leavin him here to die. The Lycans were apparently after her as well now and she would rather not be torn apart by such feral beasts.

Beginning to brighten up a bit when he said that it would help her expression faltered, already drained? It took her a moment before she registered what he meant and that helpful look in her eyes changed to a cold glare "When did you bite me?!" she snapped angrily, not only had he fed off of her he had done so without her permission in a situation like this. Was it before he got injured? Of course it was then he wouldn't be injured! She chided herself mentally and deduced it happened when she was asleep.

Slowly her eyes began to widen once more as her cheeks turned red at his suggestion. She could tell he wasn't joking from his tone that he wasn't joking around and even if he was, it wasn't very funny. McKinley was mature and experienced but never had she been put into a situation where it seemed as though it was a life or death situation to have sex or not. She thought back to them in the forest earlier when he continued to make crude comments about her body, her face only grew hotter, hearing someone talk to her that way was embarrassing.

Swallowing hard she clutched the blanket till her knuckles were white, holding his gaze evenly with guarded emotions "I want to survive....I would never leave someone down while hurt too so.....if it will help you to not kill me..." she said slowly but was obviously nervous with her choice and finally glanced down no longer able to hold his look, her jaw muscles tightening as she released the blanket, her only cover from the cold air that soon had her arms and legs crawling with goose bumps
 
Markov knew she was going to be most upset with him. Him feeding off of her while she was unaware of what he was doing, due to an unconscious state. It was rather intrusive and very much so wrong. He did have no choice in the matter however, it was do or die, and he most certainly wasn't going to die. Not there in that shack that night, and not now in the same place. Markov looked away from her partly in shame, and partly in the thought that she was going to just leave him. Markov was surprised when she spoke again, she had referred to him as a 'someone', which was far better than monster. "To be certain of that... Here," Markov spoke as she let the blanket fall to her ankles. Of course Markov had already seen her in the buff before, but this time it was all the more revealing to Markov how beautiful she really was.

Using his own blood, Markov drew a symbol on the ground with his index finger. The symbol contained a pentagram, and as Markov placed his palm over the symbol it began to glow red. The light grew in intensity more and more until it dispersed. Then in Markov's hand was her daggers, he had sealed them away to be certain, but he knew this would give her reassurance. "In case... You feel threatened," He explained weakly as he pushed them towards her feet.

Markov's hand went to the front of his pants where he unbuttoned them, it was difficult for him to do so but he managed to lift his hips up and slowly push his pants down. Once he had them far enough off his body, he sat back down with a grunt. Sitting with his knees bent, Markov had an idea to start with. He wouldn't be able to do much with a small amount of blood, but it would start the process. "Cut your palm.... And place it against my mouth, the blessed dagger should... Make it difficult for me to bite you," Markov said. He was surprised she was going with this, this far. And it wasn't as if he was trying to see how far he could take this. It was more that he needed to be certain that he didn't overextend himself, and neither did she.

In preparation for the healing process to start, Markov gripped the blanket that she had dropped and wadded it up into his mouth. Taking his hand, he gripped his arm which was broken and tugged it down moving the bone into place. Markov howled and hissed through the cloth, fighting back screams as he made certain it was aligned properly. Once he let go of his arm, he groaned and spit out the portion of the blanket. He panted, his body was sweating from the pain he had just re-endured. "Thank you.." Markov said weakly.
 
McKinley watched as he drew a pentagram and her daggers appeared, without hesitation she scooped them up and held them close as if they were her babies. Slowly she put the back down and moved all but one to the side that if she felt like he was going to far she could stop him. While she was busy messing with her daggers Markov had begun to undo his pants, looking up to see him struggling she was just about to help him but he had gotten them down before she could even offer any assistance. Her eyes flicked up to his as he told her what to do, picking up the dagger she twirled it a bit as she thought for a moment before seeing him grab the blanket.

As she watched him force his arm back into place she could feel her stomached doing flips at the sight and sound of the bone going back into place. Not wanting him to be in pain for to much long she took her dagger and drew a deep line from the meatiest part of her palm up to her pinky and put her hand to his mouth like he had instructed as she set down the dagger.

McKinley took a deep breath before lowering her body but not moving her arm, her only free hand was gently stroking his member before her tongue began to trail not that far behind her digits. As he began to get hard let she shifted her body to lean over him a bit and wrap her lips around the tip, letting her tongue swirl around before very slowly moving her way down lower until he was just about touching the back of her throat before pulling back and repeating the process.
 
As soon as she cut her palm, Markov could smell the blood in the air. It was arousing, when the palm of her hand met his mouth, he instantly began lapping at the blood like an animal. He could feel his fangs trying to push forward, but the wound itself had been inflicted with a blessed blade and that made it so that his natural instincts were restricted. Markov sucked on the wound, much as McKinley was Markov's cock by that point. He could feel her working over his length, letting her tongue travel up the shaft and back down when she moved her head. Markov groaned against her hand, feeling the blood running down his throat.

Markov's superficial wounds had begun to close up, the claw marks, cuts and bruises all were disappearing in real time. They seemed to simply just reverse through time, sealing together without leaving a mark at all. Even Markov's broken arm was losing it's swelling and and the gashes had almost entirely closed up. Moving his lips away from her hand, Markov released his grip on her wrist and instead stroked his hand over her head. Pulling the few strands of hair from her face that were blocking his view of what she was doing. His eyes caught hers as she looked up to him with a full mouth. Markov grinned and moaned as she pushed back down, filling her mouth with his cock again. "You... You are extremely sexy," Markov said to her.

Having a grip on her hair, Markov pushed her head down. He could feel the tip of his thick hard shaft pushing against the back of her throat. He could feel her throat trying to make room for air, and before she gagged he yanked her head up off of his cock. Markov still couldn't use his other arm yet, but he most certainly had gotten some energy back. "Do you like the way that my cock feels in your throat?" Markov asked her, the tip of his dick against her plump lips. A string of her saliva connected the two.
 
McKinley could feel his tongue working against the cut on her hand, there was no burning pain in her hand that came with a cut instead she was shivering with pleasure. Her mind not even trying to register just how contradicting this was, a vampire hunter not only willingly allowing a vampire to feed from her to heal him but willingly doing something sexual to him. Slowly her eyes listed up to his face as he moved a few stray strands of hair and she watched as most of his cuts healed. Looking past her hand her eyes met his, the tips of her ears turned a light shade of pink before she flicked her gaze down quickly at his compliment, she couldn't hear any teasing tone in his voice which made her more embarrassed.

When Markov pushed her head down she let out a small cough and was about to gag when she tried breathing in but he pulled her head back before she could. She took in quick deep breaths of air as she looked up at him, her tongue flicked out to lick the tip of his cock before she slowly nodded, just like before in the forest McKinleys mind was being clouded with lust but this time she didn't care, this time she was being coaprative "Yes" she moaned in a low voice as she slowly pulled her hand away from his face, the cut on her hand had been licked clean, no more blood was coming out.

this time McKinley actually wanted him to bite her, the feeling when Markov had done it in the forest was explosive, her body involuntarily shivered at the memory. "Do you need more blood?" she asked, her voice just barely a whisper but the look in her eyes made it obvious it wasn't fear she was feeling.
 
When she licked the tip of his dick, Markov groaned and grinned at her nodding and her moaned yes. There was no longer any pain in Markov, all that there was now for him was the sensation of wanting to be inside of her. As she looked back to his eyes, she asked him if he needed more blood. And he did, he still had no control over his broken arm, and the internal wounds he had suffered were quite severe. The external damage he had suffered was minimal, Markov had managed to avoid taking fatal wounds but his organs had suffered punishment. "Please," Markov pleaded in a lustful voice.

Leaning forward, Markov pulled her face up towards him and he pressed his lips against hers. Markov kissed her deeply, letting his tongue slide across hers, Markov broke their kiss by biting her lip gently. Moving his hand from her chin to her neck, he followed a path down her neck to her shoulder and down her arm. Taking her hand in his, Markov interlaced his fingers with hers and urged her to move over his body, straddling him. Once he had her in this position, Markov let go of her hand and pushed the hair from around her neck on her right side. Markov licked up her neck and to her lips once again, brushing his lips against hers. "I have a feeling, this will be a lot of fun," He whispered against her lips before licking them again.

Markov worked his legs back and forth until he had his pants down passed his knees. His mouth worked her neck, kissing and sucking on her skin if it hadn't been clear before, it was clear now he wanted her more than he wanted to feed off of her. Gripping the base of his own cock, Markov pushed it up against her entrance. Once he had he began moving his hips, grinding his length against her slit. Markov's lips found her neck, and he sucked on her skin until he could nearly taste the blood through it, out of instinct his teeth sharpened into fangs. His eyes dilated and he sunk his teeth into her neck. The blood rushed into his mouth, and all in the same motion he plunged himself into her tight warmth.
 
McKinley could hear her heart bounding at the lust in his voice, with no hesitation she leaned into Markov so he didn't have to move too far as they locked lips before his tongue worked it's way into her mouth as they danced for a bit before he pulled back to bite on her lip gently. As he hand continued to travel down slowly to her hand she didn't need much more urging as she hovered over him.

As his tongue travelled up her neck McKinley shivered with a slight moan before kissing him back gently, when his pants were down further she lowered her his to teasingly run her entrance against his tip. With the two of them both moving their hips he could surely feel just how wet she was already, the feeling on her neck had her going numb before he finally bit into her and thrusted into her at the same time. With a sharp gasp she let out a loud moan, nearly cumming right then and their but barely managed to hold on.

As McKinley bounced on his dick every time her body lowered onto his she would grind her hips against his for a brief moment before pulling up to the point where he was almost about to slip out of her. Though while she bounced her hips she kept her upper body relatively still, her hands on the wall behind Markov to help keep her still as her blood poured into his mouth. Though it was her adrenaline pumping that kept her from feeling any bit of dizzy, that and the intense lust and pleasure.
 
Her loud moan made Markov groan wildly, his tongue was lapping up the blood off of her skin at a rapid pace. He used his fangs to secure her in place, but after a moment of her getting going, he pulled his teeth from her neck, and that caused more blood to pour into his mouth. Markov's arm began mending itself now. He could feel the horrible break becoming a small fracture with each passing moment. Markov could also feel McKinley's pulse waning, it was slight especially since she was keeping herself occupied by riding him roughly. Markov sucked on her neck, trying to get as much blood as possible while maintaining himself from blood lust.

He could feel that portion of him taking over, but every time it began to well up inside of him. She would slam him down into her tight wet pussy, and grind him inside of her. The moans that she let out, and that she was causing from him kept the beast at bay. Markov's left hand balled into a fist, and he knew it would just be a little bit more before he could stop. After hardly another minute, Markov was able to move his arm freely. He stopped sucking on her neck, and he himself slit his own tongue with his fangs. Using his blood, he sealed the puncture wounds on her neck using a spell that need not be spoken. It was something more attributed to him being an Ancient. The blood clotted instantly over the puncture holes, stopping the bleeding instantly.

Wrapping both of his arms around McKinley's waist, Markov bent his legs at the knees and began assisting her in slamming down onto him. He wasn't one hundred percent, but after resting, he most certainly would be. And McKinley would definitely need to rest after this fucking she would receive. "AHHHMMMMNNN!!! FUCK YES!" Markov shouted out as he penetrated into her over and over again. Moving his arms from around her waist, Markov's hands found her thighs and pushed them apart, as well lifting them. He pulled her down onto him, the tip of his dick sinking into her womb again. "I bet you want me to cum in you so bad! MMNNN!! Such a good fucking whore! Beg for my cum!" Markov boomed, grinding his cock inside of her.
 
When McKinley felt him lick her neck for the final time she sat up straighter but kept her hands where they were. She was amazed at how fast he had healed with her help when she felt two arms wrapped around her. Unlike last time McKinley didn't attempt to hold back her moans as Markov began to help thrust himself deport into. She could feel a strange pressure at the out of her stomach and she knew it wasn't her orgasm, this felt different. However McKinley didn't think to hard on the matter since she really couldn't think straight at all.

As Markov spread her legs wider she was restricted to simply holding herself up and let him take over as her back arched, this time when she felt the pressure in her stomach she knew what it was and moaned loudly "mm...yes...Yes!! Oh god please! Cum Markov! F-Fuck just fill me up!!" She groaned as she clipped back her volume the best she did as she tried not to scream, her body began to tighten up, clenching at his cock hungrily as her own orgasm came crashing into her and causing her to actually slump over a bit in his arms as she shook slightly with pleasure.

Her sex depraved body was quickly becoming sensitive to his touch and she didn't want to stop yet, she knew he needed to rest and she probably did too from him taking her blood but right now her body and mind where agreeing on one thing, this felt amazing and she didn't want it to end.
 
Markov could feel her body beginning to tremble, he could smell her excitement in the air. As she moaned and groaned through riding him, Markov grinned wickedly. His eyes came down to the piercing he had given her, and he put his lips over her nipple. His tongue played with the piercing and her nipple, his teeth coming over the backs of the bar and pulling on it roughly. As she started crying out for him to fill her up with his cum, he could feel her vaginal canal squeeze down on his cock like a vice. Although Markov had great control over his body, there was only so much he could take of this intense pleasure. Not to mention she had already gotten off the night before, even though she wouldn't admit it then. Markov himself hadn't been given the pleasure of reaching his own climax. But this time would be much different, as she slumped over into his body, Markov pushed up into her womb once more.

"FUCK!!! HERE IT COMES!" He exclaimed, not caring about his volume or hers. He wanted to hear her screams, wanted to hear how much she enjoyed being fucked by him. Markov's cock was sent into spasms, and as it twitched inside of her Markov shot out rope after rope of his hot sticky seed into her womb. Panting and moaning, Markov still ground his hips against her own. Slowly Markov collected his legs underneath himself, and stood bringing McKinley up with him. Positioning his arms under her ass, Markov was still buried inside of her, not as deep as he was before though. He stepped out of his torn pants, and left them where they laid. Carrying her out of the cellar door, Markov turned around and looked to the dusty cellar. "Ostendo," Markov said once again in a breathy voice still.

The same shimmering energy that had covered the entrance before once again returned. Stepping back down into the cellar, the two of them disappeared back into the same room that she would have awoken in. Markov carried her over to the large bed and laid her down on her back. Markov hadn't gone flaccid yet, as he wasn't done with her. And the look in her eyes said she wasn't done with him. Sliding his hands up her body, Markov slid his hands into hers interlacing their fingers gain, then pinned them above her head. Her hair sprawled out around their hands and onto the pillows. Markov let his lips hover just above hers. "Do you want me to fuck you again? Do you want me to cum in you again?" He whispered, each word being almost like a kiss on her lips.
 
McKinley groaned as his tongue played with her sore nipple, when his teeth got ahold of the bar and he pulled she cried out in both pain and pleasure. She took in big gulps of air to calm down as he thrusted into her once more before cumming. With a pure of pleasure at the sudden warmth that filled her she didn't even bother picking up once of the daggers for protection when he stood up, instead she wrapped her arms and legs around him, moving her hips against him every now and then.

When Markov laid her down on the bed she didn't even try to take in her surroundings, she simply stared up into the same green eyes that she had feared and hated since she was eighteen. Her legs unhooked from around his waist and rested on the bed as he held her hands up over her head, licking her lips slowly her body squirmed, she could feel he was still hard. "Fuck me again, god it's been so long please Markov! I don't want you to stop, not yet." she begged. Her amber eyes shinning with lust.

With a small whimper she began to rock her hips slightly, now that she had finally had sex again she couldn't imagine why she had ever stopped, not because she couldn't ever find the right guy no, she didn't believe in that crap but now she didn't want the pleasure to end.
 
Markov was originally worried that this would awaken the beast inside of him, but instead it seemed he had awoken the beast inside of her. She didn't need to beg for him to continue fucking her, although it only made the experience that much better. As she began moving her hips trying to get his length churning inside of her tight pink pussy again. "Mmmnnn shit... I love the way you feel around my rock hard cock," He groaned as she moved slowly.

Markov backed himself out of her until only the tip was inside of her. He then slammed himself down into her. He moaned loudly as he repeated this action getting rougher and rougher each time he came crashing down into her. Markov squeezed her hands gently, and when her eyes caught his Markov smiled and gave a brief chuckle. The irony of this situation was hilarious, but sheathing himself into her soaked folds stopped his slight laughter and replaced it with a loud moan.

Markov leaned down and locked his lips with hers again. He released her hands at this point in time, his hands found their way to her breasts where he kneaded them roughly. Markov had picked up his pace and was once again slamming into her, his testes slapping against her plump ass with each forceful thrust. Markov moaned into their kiss, his tongue dancing with her own. His hands slipped further down her body until he found her thighs. Gripping them Markov pushed her legs up. Breaking their kiss, saliva connected their tongues, and Markov pushed her legs together. Her legs were now sticking up into the air and had bent over Markov's left shoulder. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he used this as leverage to push and pull her harder and faster for rougher sex. "Fuck! YES! IT'S SO TIGHT!" He shouted.
 
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