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Moon Slave...[In More Than One Way]

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Hahvoc The Decepticon

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It was a tad chilly in the large bed chamber that belonged to her. Her being Amaris, the Mistress of the Mansion. She was reclining on a cushioned lounge chair, her long, dark blue hair streaming to the floor. The night stars winked at her from the window that she relaxed in front of, her blue-gray eyes bright in the dark. A few candles were lit about her room, but they were nothing compared to the light thrown off by the moon. She sighed in content as she fingered the crescent moon pendent that was slung about her neck with a velvet ribbon choker. A matching pair of earrings adorned her lobes. She wasn't a very tall woman, just roughly five-five, even with her knee-high, leather boots which were strapped to her shins. Her body was lavished in leather which contrasted beautifully with her moon-kissed skin. A leather corset accented and gave lift to her breasts, making them appear slightly larger than they were. They weren't large in size, just about average, even with the lift. Her slender legs were covered with a form fitting pair of leather pants that were held on tighter by a pair of slanted silver belts. She bore a fighter's appearance rather than that of a slave owner. But a slave owner she was.

She turned her head at the sound of light steps as one of her servants entered. She watching him carefully. He appeared old, even for a fellow werewolf, but he had served his mistress for half a century now. She gave him a pleasant smile as he placed a note into her open hand.

"Mistress, this just arrived for you. Apparently, a vampire has been captured and is to be given to you to keep at your leisure."

Now her interest had been peaked as she looked over the note in her hands. It indeed stated that the captive was to be given to her for her needs. But it was unsigned. Which meant it was from Vax. Shaking her head with a quiet snicker, she handed the note back to Bran as she stood and went to her mirror to fix her hair.

"When is he to arrive?"

She asked with a small bit of excitement in her voice. It wasn't often that a vampire was captured, much less alive. Bran gave her a smile in the mirror as he tucked the note away.

"Tonight."

She turned around with wide, unblinking eyes.

"What?"

Bran chuckled lightly as he began to walk out with her into the main hall. They were walking to the lobby which was down one flight of stairs. As they came to the lobby, Bran turned and answered her question.

"He is to arrive tonight and you are to await here for him. Should you need anything, just ask."

Leaving her to her devices, Bran left as Amaris sat in a cushioned chair by the large brick fireplace. She was antsy, wanting to see her new slave. She treated her slaves well, but this was a vampire..she wanted to treat him extra special.​
 
He was just minding his own business by the forest lake, not planning on any combat, when he was ambushed by about 50 of those damn lycanthropes. Damn Dirty Wolves. He was able to take down 20 before they subdued him. And most of the time that the dragged him along, he ignored his surroundings and struggled. But the chains they had put on him sent a good thousand volts through him whenever he lashed out. So about halfway through their expedition back, he let them drag him.

Alexander was known as a strong vampire, rarely losing battles with decent odds against him. But it seemed like they wouldn't stop coming! His black clothes were ripped in a few places now, one long slash across his chest, hitting skin. There was two long cuts along his right cheek, barely avoiding slashing his bangs. His shoulder length brown-black hair had come undone, and now as hanging down his back and over his shoulders, a good amount of dirt stuck in it. He was a tall height, just over 6 feet.

He noticed a unidentified building in front of them, but he didn't have the energy to pick his head up and study it. Soon, they were inside, and he found himself in a lobby type room. They practically threw him down into a chair, changing the chains on him to shackles, his hands behind his back. He didn't notice anyone else in the room after they left. But he wasn't surprised at that, he was drained. And he didn't have the energy to break the chains and fight.
 
Amaris was out of the chair quicker than sight would ever catch. She was strong, even among lycanthropes but more pacifistic than most. When she heard the struggling outside and the heavy oak doors burst open, she had been on high alert. The scent of blood hit her first and then the sight of the maltreated vampire. When he was shoved into the chair, she flicked her eyes to Vax's men with a snarl. Even they were afraid of the small woman with the strange eyes. Vax knew better than this. One of the men made the wrong move to flinch and soon blood was oozing from a slash across his throat. He collapsed onto the pretty hardwood floor with a thunk, quickly bleeding to death. The other men around him made no move to touch him. She glared at all of them, her eyes darkening as flashes like lightning passed over her irises. She spoke softly, but with such disgust that the men had no choice but to flinch and bow to her.

"Get out now. And tell your master he knows better than to damage what I claim as mine."

They did as they were told and fled hastily into the night along with their dead comrade. A few servant girls came and cleaned up the blood spill, also moving to clean the blood from their master's hand. But she dismissed them with soft words and even softer smiles. Amaris moved to kneel before the vampire and lightly touched his chin to get a better look at his face. He was paler than what was normal for a vampire and the cuts weren't deep, but he probably hadn't fed. She tsked under her breath as she examined all his cuts and bruises.

"Such a pretty face...I hate to see it damaged in my household."

Sighing lightly, Amaris was going to clean the blood from her fingers with her tongue, but instead, she smeared a small bit of it upon those soft lips. It would probably wake him up a bit. A servant boy came in with a bowl of warm water and a first aid kit. As she was left alone with her vampire, the woman dipped a cloth into the warm water and began to clean out the wounds upon his cheek. Her touch was delicate and gentle, even if she knew he wouldn't want her touching him.​
 
The smell of blood brought the hunger to him, even if he was tied down and unable to sate himself. He struggled a bit at the amount of lycans in the room. Wanting to rip and rend. He watched the little battle. More like a massacre of the one by the woman. His head stayed tilted down, as inconspicuous as possible.

But then the woman came close and he struggled, not wanting her to touch him. But he couldn't stop her from doing it. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, but he still fought against it, his own will to survive kicking in.

"I will be fine." He spat out, before concentrating his energy. All the cuts healed over quickly, not even leaving a scar. "I don't need your help, you filthy wolves." He tried to spit off the blood she put on his lips. No matter how much the hunger was beating at him, he wasn't going to drink the blood of a lycan.
 
"I just took a bath an hour ago. I highly doubt I am filthy."

She murmured with amusement and sarcasm. She wiped away the blood and spit that had landed on her cheek without much of a care or pause. She wasn't insulted. She expected him to behave in such a manner. Tilting his head up further in order for him to look upon her face, she gave him a stern and yet sad look.

"I'm surprised you have enough energy to heal. And don't be so idiotic. You need blood. If you would like one of my human servants to sate you, be my guest. But as long as you stay in my house, I will not have you blood crazy or in such rags."

Her eyes had returned to normal, no longer sparking with her power as she stood back slightly to examine him. He was a mess, to say the least. She spoke to what seemed like no one until Bran stepped forth into the room.

"Bring the man whatever clothing he wishes...and make sure it doesn't smell like 'filthy' wolves."

Bran snickered but did as she wished before leaving the room. Amaris and the vampire were alone once again.​
 
He growled at her words. He found that he wasn't changed down, and he slowly, shakily, got up. "I don't need your help." He spat. His eyes closed, and it took a moment, but soon, his body was cleansed from the dirt and rubble that was caked on him. Another moment and his clothes were repaired. He opened his eyes, the hungry look only increasing now.

"I don't need your filthy sentiments or help. If I wasn't chained up, you would be dead on the ground." He wasn't going to just give up freedom that easily. He was going to fight for it.

He preferred death to being a slave of a lycan.
 
She was staring up at him, her body close to his own as her hand clamped around his throat with lightning speed. Bran had stood back as her eyes remained neutral in their colorings as she exerted force upon his throat. She hated using violence, but he wasn't giving her much choice.

"I saved your ass, you ungrateful bloodsucker. I will not take such disrespect from you. Why do you think I claimed you, hm?"

She sneered with weight. In fact, her words seem to have a weighing effect that he would begin to feel, as though his body was getting heavier. She did not relax her grip and would not until he asked her to do it. Her eyes stared into his own as she exerted her power.​
 
No matter how hard she squeezed, it didn't matter to him. He didn't need to breathe. Only to talk. And right now, he wasn't going to say anything to her. His eyes showed his own rage as he looked at her. Wanting to strangle her as well.

Soon, though, he couldn't hold back against the weight of her gaze, even if his mental barriers were strong. He was just too drained. Too be honest, it felt like his head was going to pop off from his shoulders. He remained defiant, though. Not going to give her the satisfaction of victory...

His mind started to go into overdrive, then. And he was a little surprised at the turns his mind was taking. She killed one of her own for him. Content for they way they treated him. And the look she had given him...

"Put me down." He whispered, eyes closing.
 
She released him as he asked, withdrawing from his space. Crossing her arms under her cleavage, she turned to look at Bran who had a strange smile on his face that she hadn't seen before. Feeling herself blushing in the slightest for the oddest reason, she glared at him, which incited a laugh from him. He bowed to the two of them as he left the room and spoke.

"I will prepare his room, Amaris. Would you like anything else?"

She shook her head and he left the two of them alone. Amaris looked up at the vampire as she stood away from him and took in all his physical features. He was a handsome devil for sure. Averting her gaze, she laced her fingers together behind her back as she turned to look at the fire blazing in the fire place.

"What is your name?"​
 
He watched the interaction between the two. There was something going on that he couldn't put his finger on. But he simply sat down, closing his eyes. He heard her words and he let out a soft sigh.

"I am called Alexander. And I think I need blood, more than I would like to admit it."
 
"Then I will have Mina brought to you. She takes care of feedings if they are necessary."

She wouldn't say to him that she wasn't necessarily apart of the war, that she had helped a few vampires who also wanted peace. But, that was for another time and another place. Turning around, she ran her fingers through her midnight blue hair and sighed. He was becoming more companionable, but it didn't mean he was getting off light. She stepped towards him and then around him, undoing his shackles with light fingers.

"No one in my house is shackled or chained unless something is wrong with them. Understood?"

She paused in what she was doing to make sure he was listening to what she said. His skin was soft beneath her touch and she found herself lightly touching it. She knew vampires had an allure all their own, same as lycans, but this was different. She had had him in her house for less than an hour and already she was wondering what it would be like to have him touch her willingly and without disgust.​
 
His eyes were closed, and now her touch was not unwelcome. It actually was soft, soothing to a point. He nodded to her words, wanting to get the shackles off. They were starting to cut into his skin.

And then there was her personal allure. He never felt any sort of attraction to anyone. But she had a sense of beauty that he wanted to look at. He wanted to pull her clothes off and revel in the soft skin. Something he never thought of for a lycan. But his face still held a air of contempt for the rough handling and vampire prejudice.
 
Amaris removed the shackles and tossed them onto a nearby chair. Her fingers trailed along the cuts made into his wrists before she moved to stand before him. She looked up at his face and lightly touched his face in order for him to open his eyes and looked upon her face. She would give him a light smile if he decided to.

"I will send for Mina now, if that is what you wish."

Her voice was soft as she spoke, a light blush painting her cheeks. He certainly was attractive this close up. And his lips were soft and almost feminine in how they looked on his pale face. She found her thumb trailing over the seam of his lips, her eyes following the movement.​
 
His eyes opened slowly to look at her. The trace of beauty there... He stopped himself from shaking his head to clear the image of her from his mind.

"No... I think I will feed from a lycan. I suppose I have to get use to it..." He touch of his lips was alluring, and he opened his mouth slightly, gently nipping at her finger.
 
She smiled despite herself and looked in awe as he nipped her thumb. She could glimpse his fangs and found herself imagining them in her neck as he drained her blood. The image was rather powerful and she gasped softly as her blush gained a rosier tint. Her other hand reached up to feel his hair, which was surprisingly soft. She was the master here, but she felt herself being drawn to her slave. Averting her gaze from his lips, she spoke to him softly.

"I make it a habit to make sure my slaves and servants are well looked after. If you would like...I will personally offer my vein to you."

She waited quietly for his answer. It seemed his other words were just now reaching her. He would have to get used to drinking lycan blood. Did that mean he would willingly be her slave? She would hate to hurt him, unless it meant pleasure for him.​
 
His breath came out a little faster when he heard her offer her own blood to him. The image of taking her like that, her under him in heat, like they normally would without killing, passed through his mind, sending a instant arousal to him. He held back from biting or licking his lips.

"I would be honored to do that, M'Lady." He said softly. Maybe if he agreed and listened, he wouldn't be so undone.
 
Looking up at him with a shy smile, she lightly played with his pretty hair. She looked at his lips and then into his eyes as she spoke with amusement lacing her voice.

"I'm not so filthy and terrible now, am I?"

She removed her hands from his face and lightly brushed the tips of her nails over the column of his throat. Would he accept a collar from her? She didn't want him to think he had to stay here forever. But the thought of him here with her was almost too much for her to comprehend. She lightly took one of his hands into her own as she kissed the inside of his wrist, her own way of telling him she conceded to him as a donor. Releasing his hand, she went to one of the hallways that lead to the staircase.

"I will show you to your room. If you would like, you can partake from me there."

She turned to look at him, her midnight locks brushing her waist as she turned.​
 
He wondered at what she was thinking, but he didn't have enough energy to peer into her mind. Oh, he wanted to see if she had similar thoughts to what he was having right now. Her lips on his wrist made his blood go molten, and he slowly followed her.

"Maybe we both can learn from each other. About our races."
 
They traveled up a flight of stairs and turned down a long corridor until they came to a black and gold painted set of double doors. Pushing them open, Amaris entered the masculine chamber without pause, knowing the vampire would follow her. There was a king-sized canopy bed with black, red, and gold lacing and threading that matched that of the rest of the decor. A rather lavish room, but it was meant for one such as him. There were several chairs and couches scattered about but she chose to sit on the edge of the bed. Looking over at him, she beckoned him with her eyes and her voice.

"Come to me...you must be thirsty."

Moving her arms, she unhooked her crescent moon choker and placed it on a table. She looked up at him with glittering eyes as moon light streamed into the window, giving her skin a pale glow.​
 
He had stopped at the doorway as he looked in, clearly in shock. He was use to more earthen areas, but the luxury here... He was surprised to see such wealth! But then again, Vampires didn't care too much for wealth. But his eyes fell on her the moment her words came out.

He slowly moved into the room, bee lining towards her. He reached her and slowly climbed onto the bed, laying her down and blanketing her body. His lips found hers of their own volition, light brushing, tasting her.
 
She felt a blush upon her cheeks as he moved her back against the bed, his body caressing hers and pressing down. Feeling his lips upon her own, she was shocked, but soon began to respond to his kiss. Her body shifted under his to get a better feel of his frame as her hands moved to slide into his hair, her thumbs at his temples. Small thoughts began drifting into her mind about how easily he responded to her and she wondered if something else was at play. However, she soon let those thoughts go as she licked Alexander's lips, sighing softly from how soft yet gently demanding they were.​
 
His tongue came out, flicking against hers in slight play. His hands went around her back, slowly undoing the corset, being slow and playful but nimble about it. "This is the way of the vampire." he whispered, as he slid the corset off of her. "Feeding without killing is a very sensual, bonding, erotic thing to us..." His hands slowly stroked back around to her front, then up, cupping her bust with gentle hands, slowly rubbing and stroking as his thumbs rubbed around her tips.
 
She groaned quietly when his tongue met hers before withdrawing to allow him speech. She felt his hands upon her back, undoing her corset and she blushed a tad more, her cheeks painted rouge. The kiss of air upon her skin was shocking but more shocking were the words he spoke and the way he touched her so gently and erotically. She found herself arching into his touch, her eyes becoming half-lidded. Her voice was breathless in sound as she spoke.

"Is it? I think I like this idea of feeding...How does it bind?"

She asked curiously, her breathing shallow as her heart raced. She could hear it and knew he would be able to as well. He would also be able to see three scars shaped like old bullet wounds at the start of the valley between her breasts. She was slightly self-conscious about it, but focused on his face instead as she captured his lips once again.​
 
He moaned slightly from the intensity of the kiss, his hands getting slightly more rough before he broke the kiss. "It's the merging of two people by the two, they physical and the mental. And I am not the only one feeding tonight." He kissed slowly down her body, finding her pulse at her neck and teasing it with a few nips before going further down. His lips found every curve and dip in her skin while going down to her chest, his tongue flicking over every wave of soft skin. Soon, he found the three little circular wounds, and he let out a little 'tisk' sound.

"You need to learn to be careful." One hand left her breast, a finger elongating into a claw edge. He was slow and careful of it, flaying off the scar tissue. Then his mouth came down, tongue flicking slowly over every circular cut he made, healing it over perfectly, not even leaving a mark of the wounds, old or new.
 
Her eyes flashed with lust, gaining a stormy appearance as his touch grew slightly rougher before breaking the kiss. Amaris focused on his hands and voice as he spoke and stroked her skin. She was going to feed as well? The thought sent chills down her spine at the erotic thought of it as well as the bonding. More than he probably knew, she felt more alone with each passing day and with his arrival, she felt a strange attachment even if she barely knew him.

"A bonding.."

She murmured to herself almost absently until she felt the nips upon her neck, a low growl forming in her throat. It was one of pleasure not warning. She found herself gasping and softly moaning where his lips touched, especially his teeth. When he stopped at his scars and spoke of her being more careful, she could only smile lightly into the darkness. Feeling his nails removing the scar tissue and his lips and tongue healing the wounds, she couldn't help but arch slightly before she explained the wounds.

"I was but a child when I received those...I hardly have any more scars than what you removed."

Her hands soon tangled in his hair as she felt her legs spreading in order for him to rest in the cradle formed by the action, obviously showing she wanted him closer to her body.​
 
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