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A Friend In Need (Vahn Seele x WickedWonderland)

With his finger taking and curling into a slight hook, Corwyn let his finger press and probe inside of her. With his touch slowly pressing deeper inside of her, Corwyn could feel and hear the cries he was pulling from her body. With each movement of his finger, he seemed to find new spots that made Isadora's body beg and plead for more of his touch. Not letting up, Corwyn kept at it, only slowing and stopping as he heard a very different noise come from her.

At the admission that she could not risk letting herself go, not wanting to harm him, Corwyn smiled up at her. Forcing his hands to still, he looked up at Isadora and tilted his head to the side. Reaching his hand up, he traced his thumb underneath her eye and drew his fingers toward the back of her head, lightly stroking his fingertips along the back of her scalp. "I'm not a delicate piece of furniture to be admired, Isa." He said, fingers making tiny circles along the back of her head. "I'm not asking you to take a risk, I'm asking you to trust that I can handle it." He said, his finger pressing inside of her at a particularly sensitive point that he had found earlier.

"If we are going to be a couple, I can't ask you to restrain who you are. If I feel like things are going too far, or I might be afraid for my life, well..." He said, furrowing his brow a moment in thought. "then we'll find something I can say that would coax you to stop." To think that a word or phrase would stop a vampire in a feeding frenzy was silly. Even Corwyn didn't know of any vampire that had any of their senses at that point. Still, he felt that Isadora wouldn't let herself go crazy. Maybe it was a delusion or a thought of hope that she was able to better control herself, but Corwyn wanted to trust her.

"Besides, earlier, when you were feeding from my wrist, I thought it was kind of hot." He said, smirking a little as he drew his hand away from the back of her head, his finger inside of her core still pressing and prodding through his talk.
 
He trusted her. He trusted her! Of course she knew that he did, but that was a knowledge she carried from when she was still breathing. Hoping that it carried over to what she was, a beast that many a legend was written about, would have been foolish on her part. But her Corwyn, sweet man that he was, still gave her all the trust that had been given to her years ago. As he scolded her for thinking that biting him would be taking a risk, proclaiming that he was not some pretty piece of furniture to be admired and never touched, she realized just how completely he accepted what she had become and that she would not lose herself to it. All he asked for in return was that she trust him.

"I know you aren't delicate, Cor," She could feel the muscles that had formed as a result of his training to be a hunter, molding a body that had spent years seated in front of a television screen playing video games into that of a warrior's. No longer was weak something that one would use to describe Corwyn. "But I..." Whatever she had been about to say trailed off, lost behind a husky moan as his fingers twisted inside of her to brush against that sensitive spot he had found. If she still drew breath Isadora would have been panting then, trying desperately to regain the breath such a touch hd stolen from her. As it was she merely went limp in his arms, hips tipping towards his hand as her eyes fluttered. He had to be lying about being a virgin!

Only his confession of finding her previous feeding from the cut on his wrist hot helped her to regain her focus. "Hot?" The word came out on a squeak, partly because what he said shocked her and partly because his fingers hit just the right spot again. Clinging to the last fragments of her sanity she tried to make sure that he could see the seriousness in her eyes as their gazes met that was nearly lost behind the flames of lust that threatened to consume her. "If I go too far you have to promise me that you will stop at nothing to get me off you." It was the only way that she would feel safe feeding from him. "Promise me, Corwyn."
 
Corwyn kind of liked the spots he was finding inside of her. It was almost as if he could control her with the tips of his fingers. Perhaps, given time, he'd be able to learn more of her weaknesses and use the against her. Not to hurt her, but to make her writhe in pleasure to the point of pure bliss, paralyzed by the skill he would develop in touching and coaxing pleasure out of her. There would be time for that later, though, as Corwyn needed to take his focus and place it solely on the conversation that had Isadora's full focus at that moment. Though he could see that she was crumbling beneath the surface, either giving to the lust or to the need for more, Corwyn did his best to keep from distracting her in her words.

The grim way that she spoke about him doing whatever it took to get her to stop had him wondering. Did he still keep that silver knife in the drawer next to the bed? Probably. He never had a reason to draw it before, but Corwyn was confident he wouldn't need to use it on her. If he felt even the slightest bit that she was going too far, taking too much or doing something that was going to put his life in danger, he'd have no reason to hold back from jabbing the silver knife into her shoulder. Hunter instinct would take over, at some point, if he couldn't reach her with words.

"You have my word, Isa. You won't take my life, because I know you'd never be able to live it down." Corwyn said, putting that serious look he could muster to match the seriousness of the situation. "I'm a hunter. I've trained to handle things like this. Even if you can overpower me, there's no way that I'd not have some backup plan." He said. He wouldn't give her the answer to what he'd do, because it was not something that he'd divulge for anyone. Not even other hunters. This was something that he had learned in his earlier training. A hunter has to always have a method to maintain their own survival. If they aren't preparing for the worst, then they aren't going to live long.

Letting the serious look on his face draw away, Corwyn let the softer side of him show once more, smiling up at Isadora. "I love you, Isa, and not just for what you were, but for what you are." Something seemed right about saying it that way. Even if she was a vampire, she was still Isa. Acknowledging her for what she was, while committing himself to the act of love, felt deeper, more pronounced and better than just saying the three words by themselves.
 
There was a peace that came in knowing that he always had a backup plan just in case he got into a tight situation. A peace that would not have been there a few hours ago, for with it came the knowledge that if a hunter like Corwyn found themselves in such a dangerous situation neither of them would make it out alive. She had heard whispers from older members in her clan of the extremes that hunters went to in order to save themselves, but they had never given her details. They had only told her that she should take care if their paths ever crossed and if they came to blows she should only retaliate if she was certain that she could win. Thankfully she had avoided many encounters with hunters since her turning, most leading to nothing more than her catching a glimpse of them trying to blend in with the crowd as they prowled. Only one had ever nearly cost her everything and without Corwyn coming to her aide it very well would have.

She did not want to die, but if someone was going to do it she would rather it be by Corwyn's hand.

"The pull of a person's blood is very strong, Cor." Even now she could still hear the sweet song of his blood, calling to her and begging her to just give in. It took every ounce of her self-control to ignore it's hypnotic tune and a weaker vampire would have succumbed to the urge long ago. As soon as that first drop of blood hit their tongue they would have torn into to the person foolish enough to show them such a kindness, driven mad with the need to heal themselves. But Isadora was stronger than that, prided herself on being so, and it was the reason she held herself back from feeding from Corwyn's vein and gave him complete control over their situation. She wanted him to feel safe.

Under the sweet praise of his confession, a promise to her that he loved her for her, Isadora swore that the heart within her chest that had long ago stopped beating gave a pinch of life. It was the only way that she could describe the warmth that washed over her then, blending with the flames of her lust as his fingers began to tease her once more. Whimpering, she held his gaze tight as he guided her over the edge into bliss, wanting him to see the full effect that he had upon her. "I love you, Cor." Over and over she repeated the words as her body trembled in the afterglow of her passion.
 
"I've seen my fair share of vampires, Isa. Most I've met were too far gone, even without blood to drive them into a frenzy. I'll make sure you snap out of it." Corwyn said, a deadly seriousness in his tone. While he still loved his video games, as well as the strategy games he had grown up playing, Corwyn had made some changes. Not all of them were at the surface, though, and Isadora would see for herself how different he had become in the last few years.

As Corwyn watched Isa's body convulse and crumble against the pleasure that he had sent through her, he felt a sense of pride. Every word spoken as her body writhed and shuddered against him was like a promise that she uttered to fill the time they had been apart. When he felt her body no longer pulling at his fingers, Corwyn drew them free of her, letting her body recover from the orgasm he had helped her to get to. The image of her like that was a sight he would soon not forget, the pride Corwyn felt only growing the more he considered how much he could learn to keep giving her those moments of bliss.

"I love you, too, Isa." He said, waiting until he was certain she was coherent enough to hear his words. With his finger no longer pressing against the buttons of pleasure he had found inside of her, he relaxed, waiting for what would come next. As he was new to this, and most of what he knew was not exactly covered by the "learning material" he had seen in the past, Corwyn was curious what was going through Isa's mind. There was the more obvious, baser instinct of her needing to feed. That was something that would happen. She had been holding herself back, an act that Corwyn gave a lot of respect to. With Isa half naked on top of him, drenched panties and shorts pressing down against his groin, the two were far more than best friends now. Still best friends, with some new perspective.
 
In the afterglow her body trembled, a hum running through her veins that reminded her of the feeling she received after feeding. Yet somehow it was different, the feeling lingering well beyond where the effects from blood would have faded and diminished. Such was the curse of her kind, never knowing the feeling of satisfaction that mortals took for granted. A high price to pay for never knowing the ravages of time, but it was one many were more than happy to pay. At one-point Isadora had found a certain pleasure in her new life, but now, held tightly against the warm body of her friend turned lover, her feelings twisted. She could not say that she regretted what she had become, not really, but it carried with it a certain weight that kept her from being as close to Corwyn as she might have been were she still mortal. They would could be close in all ways that were physical, but their true natures would always keep them at a distance.

That was the true curse of being a vampire....

As he settled back against the bed, keeping her held tight against him as though he feared she might slip away should his grip loosen, Isadora tried to push the dark turn her thoughts had taken to the side. With a smile tugging at the corner of petal pink lips she shifted against him, straddling him as her hands cupped his cheeks. For a moment she simply allowed herself to drink in the sight of him, committing every inch to memory. She still could not get over the blue tint he had added to his hair, missing the natural color even though he had always hated it. Her baker gnome had certainly changed throughout their years apart, at least outwardly. On the inside she knew that he was still the same as he had always been, not amount of training could ever change that.

“Corwyn,” His name came out barely above a whisper as she pressed her forehead against his, savoring the warmth of his body against her own cold one. It was a reflection of the gift that flowed through his veins, the same gift that called to her with a sweet tune that only her ears could hear. Many of her kind had been driven mad by the hidden song of the living, but Isadora had always prided herself on being stronger than those weak-minded fools. At least until now. In her weakened state the need to feed and regain the strength she had lost was so strong that she struggled to contain it.

They had danced around the idea of her drinking from him, but she could no longer fight it. As her fangs extended, aching with the need to sink themselves into his neck, she fought for the last bits of her sanity. Clinging to them like a life line she looked to Corwyn, her sweet baker gnome, imploringly, begging for him to understand that she was not happy about what she was about to ask of him, “May I feed from you?” Her voice was low, carrying an edge to it that made it sound almost husky as the flames of her hunger grew and mixed with those of her lust.​
 
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