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Anjeru's lips twitched into another soft smile, her artistic fingers mimicking his own and tucking strands of hair behind her ear, back from her face. She watched as he bowed once more and thanked her; a gesture the Valkyrie was not used to. Having been in the service to the god Odin, it was more usual for her to be bowing to others. It wasn't normally this other way around. Anjeru stood and grasped the clothe of her dress in her fingers, pulling herself down into a gentle curtsy, her head bowing. "The pleasure is all mine." she murmured, righting herself. "Is there anything else I may do for you, m'dear?"
 

The young man smiled softly and shook his head. "Ah, no thank you Miss, you've already done so much for me as it is." He looked over his things for another moment, making sure that he finished up everything that needed to be done here. "Again, thank you very much. I appreciate it very much. But I should be on my way now as well..." With a soft smile, he straightened up his robes a bit to make sure he was presentable in public, before smiling at her with a small wave and heading out of the rather comfortable inn.
 
Giving a shiver at the depths to what had been such a sugary sweet and youthful voice, she grabs onto his shoulders as teeth shift against her throat. "The pleasure will not be all mine, Kael," she promises sweetly, her dress tearing further as she wraps her legs around his waist, drawing him against her completely, his warmth and endorphins intoxicating her more thoroughly than the vodka in her tea could ever hope to. Hands glide up his muscular back, fingertips tangling themselves up in his red locks, trapping his head against her neck, urging him to bite her with those delightfully inhuman teeth. In any other establishment, she might have bothered with the trouble of finding a secluded location, but this sentiment seemed silly in a place that dabbled in sex slaves.
 
Sliding his hands up from her thighs, he made sure to trace his finger's claws along the naked flesh. Leaving behind a quartet of slices upon each of her legs, the hands made way to her hips, where their grip once more became firm, and held her to his pelvis. His voice came for a moment, in lustful whispers, answering her own challenging words. "I hope you find pleasure in pain, Amber, for I will make this as painful as you'll make it pleasurable." Twas now that his fangs truly indulged in her flesh. Slicing into the skin roughly as his groin came to a powerful grind. Forcing against her slowly, though with quite the friction to spur on more heat between the two. Yet more throaty growls would rumble within his muscled chest as this sensation crashed in waves upon his mind.
 
Petal pink lips part as she breathes in a shaky gasp, the scalding white heat of pain lighting up her mind as his claws glide along her flawless thighs. His words caught her imagination, already picturing her body a battered, bloody, and sweaty mess by the fall of this evening and loving every moment. The pain was without a doubt dizzying, as those fangs slid deep into her soft flesh, the ache in her throat almost immediate, but the warmth that blossomed out and down between her legs, to the same area Kael was so roughly grinding against. Amber clings to him, despite her demonic nature, feeling rather delicate in comparison, a rare moment, one deeply cherished. "Please, Kael, please."
 
Kael pulled his lips from her neck with a soft smack, licking the blood from them with a grin as he glanced about, looking for the closest table. Lifting his current victim easily between his strong arms, his nails would dig tiny trenches in her flesh, till he rested her back upon the wood. Only seconds later his lips returned to her neck, though this time, he had planted them upon the opposite side. Taking no time at all to drive his canines into the flesh there as well. The lycan was already sufficiently hard, and he knew it, but he would wait for her to beg. After all, she had selected him, as much as he had selected her, and both had already been quite agreeable when it came to this kind of thing, so it seemed. Running his hands to the insides of her thighs now, he parted them a bit more, sliding the sharp edges of his claws along the tender flesh, towards the lovely warmth she had pinned to him only moments ago.
 
Amber squeaks in surprise as she is so easily lifted and relocated, the warm fabric of the couch replaced by the cold table top, pressed hard against her bare back. As his teeth sink into the opposite side of her neck, she arches her chest up against him, partially lifting off of the table. If he kept up at this rate, she'd orgasm before even "properly" stimulated. Clinging to his shirt, she bucks against his erection, urging him on, enjoying this unexpectedly vicious bought of passion. His claws edging their way up her inner thighs was a dizzying sort of pain, the sort that brought for a moan to her battered neck, the vibration against his lips marking her enjoyment of such rough treatment. Though if his fingers continued up the contours of her thighs, they would find nothing but smooth skin and a dampness that also spoke volumes to that same sentiment.
 
The boy's fingers made it to the softest of flesh, to find it quite damp already. His eyes opened wide to reveal that darkness had overtaken them entirely as instinct devoured his sentience. In that very moment, his hands lid around to grip her thighs, sinking the claws in yet again, as he drew even more blood from her body. Rough gyrations of his jaw against the muscles in her neck drew blood in large waves, rather than delicate streams. The scent seemed to coax him on nearly as much as her reactions did, and one of his hands quickly moved to unfasten, and move his pants just far enough down as to reveal his hardened manhood. There was only a half second of delay before it would slip against her warmth, teasing itself, and her, before his hips would force the entire length deep within. A growl rolled from his lungs as his jade eyes once more regained their rightful place, and the act of drawing back his shaft began, devilishly slow in comparison to it's initial entry.
 
As fingertips brush against her womanhood, her body shudders violently, the motion tearing the flesh captured by the were's teeth, but even that pain couldn't prepare her for what was to come. There's those claws again, always such a jolt of pleasure when least expected. As he does what can only be explained as a pitbull shake, she cries out in a strained voice, just the effort of the sound agony. Digging her nails into his back, she was clinging for dear life, wondering if perhaps this conquest would endeavor to devour her, though concern was the furthest reaction from her thoughts. However, that didn't seem to be the case, at least, not yet, as he pushes his way inside of her, quite forcefully, though she expected nothing less given the rest of the occasion. As his length brushes against the depths of her passage, she peeks just from sensory overload, the pain being dizzying while the pleasure washes through her body in such delightful waves.
 
The lycan slipped his hands away from her thighs, and instead, found that her breasts might be equally fine places for him to sink the claws into. Though not quite as rough here, his claws did dig deep enough to draw blood. His thumbs would smooth over the lower halves carefully, savoring the curve before he would tamper with her nipples. Running the pads of his fingers along them, the many small rings and curves that were his fingerprints teasing at the undoubtedly sensitive flesh. His fangs slowly removed themselves from her neck as she peaked, licking them quite eagerly, he downed each and every drop that hadn't escaped his violent kiss. Kael had no way to stop the wound from forcing this girl to bleed out, and so, he intended to make what he figured was the last of her life at least quite euphoric. Pushing his shaft in and out rhythmically, from it's very tip down to the curve of his pelvis with each rough thrust. Her nails drew blood on his back as well, though, the wounds seemed to seal themselves nearly as quick as they were being ripped open.
 
At this point, Amber had been so overwhelmed by those razor sharp claws that she didn't register pain as they slid so easily though her golden skin, just a warmth in the general area of the new wounds. Though her body was so damaged, she wasn't fucking like a dying girl. With each of his thrusts, she met him, blood rushing through her veins and out the wounds, a cool sweat beading on her paling skin. Her moans, which were normally throaty and loud, however were weak and came out sounding more like whimpers, the bruising to her esophagus affecting her ability to voice her enjoyment. Despite his healing abilities, she had all eight of her fingernails dug into the small of his back, clinging to him for dear life, which was an appropriate description of her very actions. While the contact of penetration would probably be enough, and she could drain him sufficiently to at least retain her life upon ejaculation, instincts dictated that she put forth more effort to survive, by way of holding on her only means of salvation.
 
Kael's eyes flipped in his head at the sensations. The woman's weak whimpers and nails, the smell of her blood, her sweat. It intoxicated him, something that he was not used to in these sorts of situations. For the lycan, only battle brought about this sort of ecstasy, but somehow, this woman brought a passion that mocked such a feeling. Growling low as he felt himself growing closer to his peak, the lycan ushered in a new wave of thrusts, harder, and faster still as pleasure drenched his mind. Opening a pair of brilliant jade eyes, he would find her neck once more and there his teeth would sink yet again. Digging into the already battered flesh as his last thrust came, pushing his shaft deep before the boy released, his growl growing until that moment, when he fell silent, and simply lingered over her, nibbling her neck softly.
 
Amber was normally very careful about her feeding habits, as they could go awry easily enough. But being so weakened, so thoroughly ravished, she could not reign in her hunger, her body's need to survive. As his teeth clamp down again, she orgasms, her muscles clinging to his shaft just moments before he came inside her. Blue eyes dim momentarily, almost slipping into the realm of the dead, but his poorly timed orgasm made him into lunch. Well, a piece of him, she caught it before it was too late, sapping him of a small piece of his soul, and what a tainted soul it had already been, and a large quantity of his energy. A moral man would likely be in a coma, but as it was, Kael would likely just feel worn, possibly even a little tipsy.

"Well, that was fun," she groans out in a throaty voice, as blue eyes flutter to focus with minor difficulty on the mop of red hair hovering above her. Even as she spoke those words, the color was coming back to her tanned flesh, wounds sealing up like a zipper had been pulled over the openings of flesh, a flicker of green flames over some of the more serious of injuries, like her neck.
 
Something was wrong. This didn't feel like it normally did, and, the lycan's arms tensed. Feral instincts savaged his mind with thoughts of slaughter, but, he suppressed them, or perhaps his lack of energy did, either way, he hardly had the mind or body to tear this woman apart. "What ... did you do?" He asked, his voice weaved in fear, worry, and a hint of hostility. Like a boy who had only just experimented in the world of heavy drugs, his mind felt wrong, like something was lost, but he had a nearly impossible task to try and remember what it was. His muscular torso would slowly relax against hers, but only for a moment before he would scoop her up once more, and topple, still inside her, to the sofa she had occupied earlier. Whether she liked it or not, she was now this boy's current idol of affection, and his arms wrapped about her loosely.
 
If she wasn't so preoccupied by the ever strange way her body felt as it repaired itself, powered by the essence of Kael, she might have had the mind to disengage her body from this violent male. The hostility was not lost, though she was too busy being humored by the tint fear gave his voice. Before she could be roused to reply, she was relocated, her body slack against his, head on his muscular chest with his arms feeling heavy across her back. "I fed from you, as my kind are like to do in sex. Normally, my partner wouldn't notice. But in order to survive, I had to take more than normal. If you hadn't been so careless, you'd just be contentedly dazed, a true afterglow," she answers, a bit of venom in her own voice. Only a child would dare express such concern about their own well being after nearly destroying the life of a benevolent stranger simply for their own amusement.
 
After several hours of bounty hunting, Hugh was traveling back to his home but decided to take a new route today. On his way he came across an inn. Not having any one waiting for him at home he decided to stop and have a drink. he went in and hearing the raised voices in the corner, decided to just go to the bar and wait. he saw the self-serve sign so he went in the back and was looking around for the Jack Daniels whiskey when he realized why this place seemed familiar. several months ago a friend of his was here and described everything about it. Hugh found the whiskey and decided to go sit and wait for a "gold collar" to come by.
 
The lycan growled a bit. The venom in her tone was certainly noticed, as said his deep, rumbling snarl. "I did as I wished. Though I didn't suspect such a feeding. . .perhaps it is fair." Shrugging lightly, the boy's emerald eyes slipped shut long enough for his growl to subside, and for a sigh to signal it's death. "So...Amber. If you do that too much, does a man die?" Shifting a bit beneath the woman, he quirked a brow. Feeling that his shaft had failed to be used with only one sitting. In fact, it seemed that such a draining peak had did little more than cause him to throb rather pleasantly. This in itself brought a mischievous grin upon his lips, and, he would likely take her once more if she didn't remove him from her warmth before hand.
 
Brushing at the dried blood on her shoulder, Amber watches as it flakes off, dark and unpleasant. Amber wasn't much of one for the metallic tang of life's elixir. Probably because she fed on the spiritual. Rolling her eyes at his response, she huffs ever so slightly, his brusque manner nothing short of offensive. Propping herself up on his muscular chest, she focuses blue eyes on pretty green. "Yes. I could easily kill a man in such a manner. I have done so many a time over, before your bloodline was even conceived, Child," she responses, her voice flat. Its not as if she delighted in murder, but some men were best cleansed from this world, for the well being of all womankind, not that she included herself in that boat. A single, wild curl falls against her high cheekbone, softening her expression as she sighs, feeling his interest begin to resume. Another encounter like the first and one of them would likely be forfeit. And the blond had no intentions of allowing it to be her, not for this careless youth.
 
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