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

He was focusing on trying to get rid of the heat that was filling him up, something that was getting uncomfortable, even to him, who loved it when it was warm. He squirmed slightly as he curled up a little tighter, the heat plume around him getting hotter like his body was. He had managed and was working on getting it smaller, to use less energy, but with the new energy flowing through him, and the lack of concentration he could give it, it grew out some, and was hotter than she would have experienced. Her hair would be dried from it within a minute or two.

He heard her footsteps, followed by her soft question, and he instantly became flustered with what was going on, a flush going over his skin. "Nothing, I'm ok." He lied, though he was able to cover the tone of it up rather well. Her getting closer in the room, entering the heat plume, only seemed to make his insides get hotter, his blood turning into molten lava coursing through his veins.
 
"I...highly doubt that."

There was a bit of amusement in her tone as her hair started to dry from the heat she absorbed off of him. It looked tousled now as she stepped closer, knowing that he had no idea what might be going on with his body. She blew a strand of hair from her face as she stepped around the couch, not worried about the sight she would probably see. Her fangs throbbed due to her control as she looked over his current state. He seemed to be in pain and she frowned at him as she lightly bit her bottom lip, chewing in the slightest. It was rare to see her that perplexed. She combed her fingers through her hair as she looked down at him.

"I probably should have warned you...or spoken to you about responses that your body may undertake..."

She trailed off, the palest of blushes coating her cheeks as she looked away to give him some privacy, though not bothering to leave the room.​
 
He couldn't help but listen to her every word, even though she didn't say much. His mind was focused on her and only her. "Responses of my body..." He was able to say. His body wasn't in pain, quite the contrary, it was burning up for another reason, and she knew it, even if his posture showed otherwise. His pants felt a little too tight now for him, almost like they were constricting him.

His head picked up slightly, looking at the back of her head. The sight of her like that sent a new wave going through him, and he groaned slightly from it, not one of pain, but of need. There was something about her that was calling out to him, something that demanded his attention. But he had no idea what it was. It was a carnal need that he had no idea what it was about, though he knew she did. He didn't want to ask, though.
 
"Yes...such as the instinct to...mate."

She said softly, blush increasing on the last word. She wasn't one to talk about such things, not really one to discuss much in general. But the smell of male and musk was drowning her as her fangs extended a little more, becoming more pronounced as she nibbled on her bottom lip. She released it, knowing she might puncture it as she looked at him and his expression. There were questions in his eyes but he didn't want to ask, that much was clear. She stroked a hand through her hair as she felt her own body stir, growing hotter and achy.​
 
"To mate..." Raziel said, almost in a whisper. Yes, yes, he remembered, one of the memories that the people at the lab dealt with mating, finding their one mate that they stayed with their whole lives. But... could he have really found his one true mate? The idea of it being her made him burn hotter, and he let out another soft groan. His eyes looked up at her, almost pleadingly.

"I... I..." It was almost like he expected her to say it, he was obviously flustered, with his need and what he was going to say. "I need you..." His voice went low, almost husky, but filled with need, need for her. He forced his body to uncurl, and his manhood was evident, pushing violently against the front of the pants he was wearing.
 
She nodded, eyes closed. She shivered with the need to bite and mate. Not every sexual encounter amongst her kind proved that someone had found their everlasting mate, but this felt different. More...hungry and desperate. As her eyes sought his, they had turned to molten metal, blazing with heat and need. But she still resisted. She swallowed at the look on his face, her eyes shuttered closed against the sight as she took a breath, his scent engulfing her. She squeezed her thighs together in the slightest as her fangs extended a little more, making the ache that much worse. At his words, her eyes opened and she watched him unfurl, the ache and need growing more intense as she stood a few feet away from him still. Instinctively, she took a step forward before stopping herself, her eyes glowing as she studied his posture, breathed in his scent, and listened to his breathing. She couldn't hold out for much longer.​
 
She had a great deal more self control than he did, and it showed. His eyes had melted, the soft blue growing fierce and needy. His mouth was slightly open, his fangs completely bare for her to see, even though he had no idea they had grown out. His body was tense and loose at the same time, like a spring ready to launch. His whole body screamed of need and hunger, and he slowly rose as she moved closer slowly, stopping not too far from him.

He looked deep into her own needy eyes, his tongue licking over his lips as he looked over her. He made the final move, nearly launching himself at her. His arms went around her, pulling her form rather tight against his as his lips found hers, instantly delving into a deep and passionate kiss. It was rather untamed, it being his first kiss, backed with the fierce heat that he had to control.
 
She felt a multitude of things at once as he practically jumped her. His erection pressed hot and needy against her stomach through the towel while his arms seared her skin as he encircled her and brought her close. His lips destroyed the rest of her resistance as she kissed him back deeply, a soft cry of need escaping her throat. She pressed against him and slid her hands up into his hair, anchoring him against her lips as she closed her eyes, need and desire consuming her senses. In an instant, she already couldn't get enough as her tongue moved along the seam of his lips to allow her in. Her actions seemed muted compared to his, but she wasn't working on completely unknown instincts and feelings like Raziel. Still, his presence was chipping away at the control she had left.​
 
He felt her tongue flicking at his lips, and they parted ways easily for her, his own tongue coming out to dance around hers. Her body was fire against his, so hot and soft against his chest. Her fingers danced through his hair, and he felt like he could die in the next moment and he would be completely happy, knowing what he had found.

It was a few moments later that he broke the kiss, his hot eyes burning into hers. "I need you." He whispered to her. "I need you to guide me to what to do. I don't know what I should do to pleasure you, like I know you can to me."
 
She moaned softly when their tongues met and danced, the sensation adding to the heat in her body and between her legs. She could have gone on kissing him, never having felt anything like it in her long life. But soon it ended, almost too soon for her tastes until their eyes met and he spoke. Her body heating in a slightly different way as she blushed a tad. She had been in a similar situation, but the roles had been reversed and she had never taken a virgin before. Had never wanted that responsibility. She caught her breath a moment as she looked at him and then took a deep breath.

"What do you want to do? It's almost instinctual what to do...but I will tell you what you'll need to know if you get lost on what to do."

She thought the phrasing was awful, but it couldn't be helped. Sexual as she was, she wasn't prone to talking about it. She gave him a small, slightly embarrassed smile but didn't drop her gaze.​
 
He blushed from her words, but he nodded as he lets his instincts take over. His pants were the first thing to go, dropped to the floor and stepped out of. His lips found hers again, kissing her deeper than before, more controlled from knowing somewhat what to do, but still, the passion and need was there. His hands pulled her towel off, and they were node to each other.

He moved her down to the floor, blanketing her body as he held the kiss. His hands were busy holding himself up now, so he couldn't explore. He made sure to remember to explore later, though.
 
She heard the swish of clothing as his pants fell away, his lips catching hers once more as she melted into the kiss. She wasn't sure about all of this, but his kiss wiped away her doubts, touching upon some place inside her that made her feel complete for the first time in her life. She had never been looking forward to having a mate, but this, this was different. Her arms instinctively moved to wrap about his shoulders as she felt her towel tugged off. She blushed and stifled a moan as she felt the heat of him and his skin press against her fully. She felt the floor touch her back as she looked up at him, using her body to cradle him against her and keep him close. She swallowed in the faintest, hands stroking through his hair and touching along his neck. She could feel his erratic pulse and it made her want to bite that much more.​
 
He seemed to be doing rather well, and that made him happy and hotter, letting out a soft groan against her lips as his hard member was pressed against her hips. He rubbed himself against her for a moment, her silken skin feeling amazing to him, before he couldn't take it anymore, and instincts took over. His hips dipped some, then came up, his member thrusting and sliding into her easily. A loud moan made him break the kiss finally.

His hips were moving as if they had their own mind, moving at a fast pace and holding her to him. But his mind felt that carnal need that she had, the urge to bit... and he tilted his head, baring his neck for her and moving it to her lips, offering himself to her like she had for him.
 
Pain moved through her as he penetrated her so roughly and quickly, and it wasn't as though he were small either. She hadn't taken a lover in the past decade and the invasion of his member made her bite her lip and clutch at him, shivering against making a sound. But once he started moving, her body began to adjust and the pain ebbed, pleasure pooling in its wake. Soft gasps and moans escaped her as he thrusted quickly, her hips bucking in tandem with his rhythm. Her hands moved to rake her nails down his spine as he bared his neck to her. Hahvoc swallowed, her fangs punching out of her gums at the invitation. It hurt in the slightest to have her gums throbbing so hard, but her hungry and need wasn't to be denied. She licked his pulse point before she bit down, the chemicals in her fangs secreting to enhance the pleasure of the bite and diminish the pain. His blood spilled onto her tongue and she moaned at the taste, swallowing it down greedily.​
 
Her hips only drove his instincts to bury him faster, further in her, a soft sound from every collision they made. He held onto her, tight, but he soon felt her bite his neck, and a long moan came out. The bite was a little painful, but so very pleasurable, as he felt her drinking greedily from him. His own fangs came out, sharp and fast, wanting to bite her back, give her what she was giving him now. The pleasure going through him was too much, and his instincts slowed, his hips slowing down, the fast and rough thrusts from a moment ago turning into deep and passionate thrusts into her at a slower pace.
 
His slowing pace made her pull from his neck on a moan. She lapped at the mark she made before she moved her hips with his new rhythm, having felt him almost peak from his fast actions. She knew he needed to drink and she exposed her throat to him, her skin a bit rosy from the heat and pleasure streaking through her. She clawed gently at his back as she moaned and moved with him, feeling herself already close to orgasm, his taste fresh on her tongue. She arched her back, trying to control herself from peaking too soon.​
 
She seemed to be enjoying everything, her soft moans and her movement against him turning him on even more. Her nails scratched erotically at his back as she bared her neck for him, and he happily obliged, his lips kissing her neck before he bit down, her hot blood pooling into his mouth. A moan escaped between his lips as he drank hungrily, her hot and sweet blood the most filling and erotic thing that he had ever tasted. His hips sped up a little, so close to his orgasm, he could feel it building up inside him.
 
The feel of his teeth and the pulls on her throat brought her teetering on the edge of orgasm. She shivered and gasped, a long moan escaping her at the feel of his teeth and the increase of his thrusts. Soon, she toppled over the edge and into orgasm as her inner channels clamped up around him, milking him for his seed. She arched her back and cried out, nails digging in harder as she writhed under him, the pleasure all consuming. She couldn't think about anything else but the heat and the feel of him filling her and taking from her.​
 
He felt her quivering over the edge, then topple into her orgasm as her grip tightened, milking him for all he was worth. He couldn't hold himself back, and he moaned against her neck as he hit his own orgasm, exploding and filling her up with hot seed as his final few thrusts pushed him deep in her. His fangs slowly pulled out, his tongue flicking over where he had bit, savoring the last few drops of her blood. His arms held onto her, his head finding a spot to rest against her shoulder.
 
She shook beneath him for a moment, feeling his final thrusts as well as his teeth pulling from her sensitive skin. She felt warmth flood her as he came and she felt her body's tension slip away as she relaxed on the floor, feeling his head rest against her shoulder. She panted as she stroked his hair with a shaky hand, tingles of pleasure still coursing through her as she relaxed from her high. Her eyes shut as she simply breathed, her mind restarting from their lovemaking.​
 
His breathing was slow, getting calmer as he rested against her. She was pleasant to hold again, soft and smooth skin against his. He got up slowly, though, lifting her up with him, carrying her in his arms. "You need sleep." He said softly, as he carried her to the bed in the other room. He laid her down, then cuddled up against her, laying down behind ehr and arms wrapping around her.
 
Her eyes opened lazily as he picked her up, feeling him part from her from their intimate union. She yawned lightly, not truly tired enough to sleep, but still, perhaps he was right. She hardly slept and maybe now she would be able to sleep for at least a little while. Her mind drifted towards dream world as he set her on the cabin's only bed before curling up against her. She stroked his hair once more before she curled up and closed her eyes, feeling sleep overcome her.​
 
He felt her mind give way to sleep, and he couldn't help but smile to himself. He watched her sleep, watched her calm face and body for at least a hour. It was amazing how peaceful she looked when she wasn't stressed about stuff. But soon, sleep came to him, as well, and he curled up a little more against her, letting out a soft sigh as he drifted off.
 
Hahvoc didn't sleep for much longer after he drifted off, her mind coming back online after roughly three hours of sleep, the most she had gotten in a rather long time. She sat up and curved to look down at him, a slight frown on her lips. She still couldn't fathom how this had happened. It wasn't something she had meant to happen. But the more she thought about it, the more heated her body became and the more the ache returned to have him back inside. Her chest hurt as well, her heart throbbing in the slightest. She rubbed the sore spot with the heel of her palm as she slipped from the bed to get herself something to eat. She threw on her shorts and shirt, just enough adjustment and clothing to keep herself covered. She yawned lightly as she made herself a cup of tea and some toast.​
 
He woke up not long after her, sitting up and stretching. His mind felt more active, somehow. He felt like he knew more stuff. Could it have been from last night? It felt like years of knowledge flowed through him. If he could focus, he could try some new stuff. But he decided not to. It would be a little bit before he would figure out that he got her memories from sharing blood, giving him access to her mind.

He walked into the other room, not caring that he was stark naked and hard to her eyes. He was use to being naked from being in the tank. "The snow will stop by midnight." He said. There was a slight tint of fear in his voice, but he was able to steel himself for it. "I don't want to go back in the tank." He whispered, moving to the couch and sitting down. "I can't go back in there. I like it out of there. If they put me back in, they won't let me come back out."
 
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