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

"I know, I can feel the snow slowing. We have six hours before it stops altogether. We'll have to start moving before then.."

She said softly, looking into the dying embers of the fire. She sighed as she cradled her chin in her palm, thinking. She didn't want him locked up again, for he probably wouldn't be released and it made the ache in her chest that much worse. It was a feeling she didn't like at all. She took a sip from her cup, eyes closed as she thought. She couldn't just abandon her post, but neither could she abandon him. Not after last night. She had sorted through his few memories she had gleaned from his blood. He had remembered her humming, but that was the earliest memory of her. She found it slightly comforting. Her hand tapped out the tune on the table as she thought.

"I think I know of someone who can help...but I am unsure of where he is at current..But the snow patterns will help."

She said vaguely as she finished her tea and food, hand-washing the dishes clean to calm the tension she was starting to feel.​
 
He nodded at her words, just watching her drink from her cup. He moved away from her, going to the empty living room and stretched before he got in some practice. His eyes closed, and his body started convulsing as he worked on shifting. It wasn't the smooth shifting of a trained Vampire, like he could do with the mist form, but he shifted piece by piece, first his arms, then his legs, then torso, then head. But it was a stunning thing to behold, and amazing he could hold it either way.

There was the soft patter of his footsteps as he walked back over to her, his head resting on her lap. But it wasn't the human head she was use to, but the head of a snow wolf. Even if he looked like the beast, he still had those blue eyes she had looked into on several occasions.
 
She watched him shift and admitted it was a strange thing to see, normally seeing experienced wolves like the Queen shift so fluidly. But it was still interesting to see the process slowed down into segments, like photographs instead of a film. But she was more stunned at how able he was to obtain the form, knowing the information was in his brain already, but to access it so soon? Pretty impressive. Hahvoc watched him walk to her after she had sat back down and she smiled lightly as she stroked the crown of his head, enjoying the soft slide of silky fur under her palm.

"I'll gather some things for us to take. I'll stay in this form and you should stay in that form so you can better handle on it. Try practicing between the two. I'll be up after I figure out what we can take."

She nudged her chair out a bit and then stood up, giving him a light smile as she ventured into the cellar to see what she could get in case they didn't see any game or water for a few days. She didn't need heavy things, just stuff high in energy and filling. She knew there were some energy bars stashed down here somewhere and they didn't taste all that bad. She started rummaging, humming as she did so.​
 
She had disappeared to find stuff for their voyage to find.. whoever she thought would be able to help them. He watched her go down into the cellar, and he moved to the living room again. He did some shifts back and forth until he got the hang of it, able to shift in one fluid motion and thought. It took about as long to be use to the movement as a wolf, and he sat down near the door, waiting for her.

Just bring some blood packets for me. Their blood sharing opened their own private channel so no other Vampires could hear him, and he relished in the intimacy of it. Being made by experiments, his diet was rather open, though what he had knowledge of was restricted to whatever they gave him in the tube, and what she had made for him.
 
"While blood can provide energy and some nutrients, it won't give you enough protein and fat to burn, especially if you are shifting. You aren't like me; blood can't fully sustain you."

She murmured back to him, grabbing a few blood packets regardless. She found a small case of water bottles and grabbed them, putting them in the bag she had found. She had other food items in there that they could eat cold, raw, and a few they could cook. She was a variety kind of person. She had located some ammunition and had put that in the pack. She checked the weight and found that it wasn't heavy, but probably would have been to a human. She tossed it up and out the cellar, landing with a thunk beside him. She pulled herself out of the cellar and dusted off her hands.

"So, got the hang of it now, do you?"

She asked him with a light yawn. She could feel the sun calling her to sleep, since it was her hours of rest, but she resisted as she watched him, feeling her lids droop a little.​
 
HE held back a mental scoff as she preached that he needed more than blood, but then he figured she would know more than him, since she was alive far longer. He had only been active for a few scant days, as well. So he would give her that victory. But then he heard the thunk of something nearby, and he jolted from it, until he figured it was inactive ammunition for some sort of weapon.

She came up soon after, then commented on his newfound shifting. He moved to her, shifting effortlessly to be standing tall in front of her, where he kissed her deeply, holding her close to him. He could feel how tired she was, though, and that saddened him slightly. "Sleep. We can go once you get your energy."
 
She blinked at the kiss, but melted into it, unable to resist. When he released her, she let out a yawn, feeling another pull from the sun to sleep. If she wasn't careful, she would fall down asleep right in front of him, regardless. She nuzzled his neck gently with another soft yawn as she blinked her eyes open.

"I won't be asleep long, but I won't respond either. I'll be up again in two hours and then we can head out..."

She yawned again before slipping away from him, pressing her hand against the wall to keep herself up until she got onto the bed, she curled up with another yawn before her heart and breath stopped, cutting off all sound and sense from her.​
 
Her yawns made her already beautiful face look cuter, and he had no problem holding her. 'I know." He said softly, as he helped her to the bedroom. He watched her lay down, nearly falling asleep instantly. His fingers slowly went through her hair, staying close to her. He wasn't going to leave her side, he didn't think he could. So he simply shifted, moving in front of her and nuzzling his side against her, his head pushing his muzzle into her hand before his own eyes closed, sleeping with her.
 
Technically, she didn't sleep. She didn't even dream as she lay there, unmoving, even as he curled up beside her. And for her, the two hours went by as if she had never closed her eyes. With a sharp intake of breath, she came back to life to find him beside her and she stroked his fur, just looking at him. How did things take such a drastic turn? She didn't know and she still wasn't sure of how things would pan out, how things would work for them. She didn't want anything to happen to him, but she was still unsure of herself. But looking him set her at ease as she laid back against the bed and sighed, eyes turning to the ceiling.​
 
Raziel laid there for a long moment, even when he felt her wake up. He knew her mind was having trouble thinking about what was to come, but it wasn't something that she should worry about. He was already thinking about ways around being thrown back into the Stasis Tank. But he shifted after a long moment, and turned towards her, his arms wrapping around her. "It will be ok." He said softly. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
 
She felt his arms about her and it took a lot of strength and will power not to flinch away from his touch. She was hungry, ravenous actually, because her death-sleep drained her energy in order to jump-start her body back to life. She swallowed as she looked at Raziel's neck and felt her tongue slip out to wet her lips. She was so...hungry. But it wasn't just food that was on her mind either. She took a few deep breaths as she drove her fingers through her hair and tried not to think about the physical demands of her body. But soon she found herself nuzzling his neck and finding a sweet spot to bite, which she licked slowly with her tongue, her gums aching. She had never felt this loss of control before, and she trembled slightly in his embrace.​
 
He could see that ravenous hunger that was consuming her the moment that he looked into her eyes, but he did not push her away. His arms pulled her closer to his embrace, and before her head fell to his neck, he gave her a kiss of deep passion. He willingly tilted his head away from her lips, baring the soft flesh of his neck to her questing and teasing lips. "You need your energy." He whispered, his eyes closing as he awaited for the sensation of her fangs entering his neck. His body openly accepted the need that they had for each other, already ready for the demands that her body was doing to need to take from his, and his own demands on hers. His hands wound up her back, fingers burying lightly into her shoulders as he waited for her to take.

(sorry it took so long, but it looks like the break helped.)
 
Feeling him draw her in closer, Hahvoc felt her trembling increase in the slightest, her control slipping away, her instincts and needs biting at the bit she was reining them in with. She moaned against his lips before she felt his flesh at her lips, and her gums ached further, her canines announcing themselves by accidentally nicking her tongue. The drop of blood she tasted filled her body with a low hum as her body forced her needs onto her more readily. At his words, she felt her drop her control as her fangs elongated fully. Tipping her head for a better angle, she bit down, puncturing the tender skin easily and with little effort. It didn't take long before she pierced the vein and the blood welled in her mouth, sliding easily down her throat. A heavy moan escaped her as she closed her eyes and began to suck, swallowing what his body was offering in earnest.​
 
It was a very short wait before he felt her fangs piercing through his neck, and there was a soft but audible gasp that escaped his lips as his vein was broken by the small pricks. A hand was able to move up, holding the back of her head to his neck as he was lost in the sensual mix of pleasure and pain that made his own fangs grow out, lust completely covering up his own hunger, though the two were as one for the most part. His fingers dug into her hair as he pushed his neck more against her lips, the gentle sucking feeling good against his hot skin. His other hand scratched lightly down her back, leaving a red trail from his nails.
 
As his blood flowed down her throat after coating her tongue, she felt power flow back into her body, and the taste was to die for. She felt him gripping her more tightly, pressing her in further, making her drink more. She didn't want to drain him, and so she took short swallows rather than long droughts. His musky scent filled her nose and she craved more than just his blood as he touched her still, causing heat to flare even through her clothing. Her skin was alight with heat as she slid a hand into his hair and pulled back hard, pressing him into her body and sucking mouth further. Her mind raced as her first hunger was slowly being sated. It was her second hunger that she was worried about, the one where they became of one body, just moving and feeling without thought. Part of her reveled at the completeness that came from being with him, and the other recoiled, still unsure of what might come of their joining. But she couldn't deny that it felt right to be with him.​
 
Just the feeling of her lips on his neck, so willingly taking what he willingly gave to her was a turn on greater than anyone could have ever had. She was being rough with him, but he didn't mind. In his own mind, he was hers, free to be anything that she needed him to be, for the greater need of their species. His own hands slid to her hair, holding her tight to him as she did the same, feeling his own heat mix with hers. He was fully erect and needy, just as needy as she was, and everything was a mix of sensations in his mind, unable to pull them apart to coherent lines.
 
Taking one last swallow, she pried her mouth from his neck and licked the wounds, sealing them to stop the bleeding before she found herself kissing and nipping his neck while her hands began to roam over his body, searching and seeking the spots and places that made him writhe and moan. She wanted him more than before and it frightened her in one sense, but the rest of her was only need and desire. She made soft sounds of want and desire and need as she found his erection and grabbed it before stroking it slowly and gently. She pressed her mouth to his ear with a heavy breath as she murmured.

"Take me...I need it...I need you..."

For added emphasis, she stroked him harder.​
 
She was being rather needy with his body, using a rather forceful gentleness that made his blood boil. Her fingers and teeth gently teased every sensitive spot on his body, until her hand reached his hard member, slowly stroking. He let out a soft moan, before he heard her words, blushing slightly. But she pulled another, louder, moan from his lips as she stroked faster, and he moved her, laying her down and blanketing her body with his in response. His lips found hers, giving her a deep and impassioned kiss. His hands slowly went over her body, fingers stroking over every little delve of her skin, caressing her breasts, making their way downward.
 
She didn't know what had come over her, but it had to be the calling in his blood that was setting her ablaze-along with her post-wake up hunger. She couldn't stop herself-and didn't want to- not after the sounds he made in response that had her fangs remaining longish and sharp. When he moved so her back was against the mattress, she mewled with need, feeling his heat cover her thoroughly- but it wasn't enough. His lips upon her own had her practically purring as soft moans and sounds escaped her, her hands delving into his hair to anchor him to her. Her body writhed and arched into his touch, her skin on fire where her clothes didn't cover her and his touch reached her best. She trembled as he moved his hands south, a heavy ache forming and a sudden anticipation lancing through her.​
 
He felt like a blazing inferno around her, so full of energy and need, all for her. Her skin was like silk, her clothes a slightly rough barrier between them, and it was driving him mad. He broke the kiss for a moment, whispering against her lips: "I'm sorry." His hand slid back up, grabbing her shirt in a tight grip before pulling away, ripping her shirt clean off. Fingers came down then, gently tracing back up to her breast, lightly teasing, before continuing their trek down. "I will do whatever you want me to do." He whispered to her. "Just say the word, and I'm at your command." Then his lips were on hers again, more hunger and lust behind them.
 
Her mind barely registered his words before she felt the sharp tug of fabric and heard a heavy rip as he tore off her shirt. She blushed at the exposure, but was soon lost again in his touch as it blazed a trail up to her breast and teasing before sliding back down and making her hungry for more. As he spoke, she made herself listen as he submitted to her before taking her lips again in a crushing grip that ignited her from the inside out. She pulled and pressed at and against him before she broke away to talk, eyes bright as burning metal as she spoke between heavy panting breaths.

"Fuck me like tomorrow will never come."

She looked at his handsome face before she angled her head to take his mouth more heavily and deeply, her tongue sliding past his lips' defenses and pillaging what was inside. Her tongue slid along his as one of her hands blazed a trail down his back with her nails. She could hardly stand how close they were yet so far apart. She needed him inside like she needed her next breath.​
 
His mind seemed to haze over as she submitted herself to him, even after she took control and commanded him. Her tongue past the non-existent defense of his lips, and his tongue hungrily greeted her, dancing along with its friend. His fingers were moving to her pants, and he lightly unbuttoned her pants. Tried, though, would have been the better word, because in his heat and haze, his fingers fumbled with it, and he got a little frustrated. Letting out a groan of need, his hand simply grabbed it and pulled hard, ripping them off with a longer pull and a louder sound than he had with her shirt.

He had no thought of breaking the kiss, his mind connecting with hers. It was mostly a haze of need and lust, something only she could pull from him. But he was able to form words for her: Tomorrow will never come for me, as long as I stay with you. This night will stretch forever.

His hand came back down from the air after dropping her pants, easily finding the curve of her hip. He trailed it down to her hot core, stroking lightly against it, teasingly. Even if he was going to be lustful and heated with her soon, he had enough mind to not rush it.
 
She had heard stories before of what it was like after feeding off a mate's blood, how it whipped the body into such a heated frenzy it was as if the very air was on fire. And she felt the heat surrounding them and shuddered with a gasp at the tug against her skin before she heard another tear and her bottom half was as naked as her torso. She had the vague thought that she would have to either fix up her clothes or would have to scavenge for more later. His hand against her dripping sex made her cry out and buck against him, even though the touch was light. She dug her nails into his skin as she whimpered against his lips, actions seeming almost urgent even as her kiss lessened in the slightest. Her passion wasn't abated, but she didn't want to rush. She wanted things to go for as long as possible. Her fingers slid into his hair and gripped the back of his skull more as her other hand gripped his hip and urged him closer with a gentle push.

Raziel...

Her mind whispered breathlessly with an almost vulnerable undertone.​
 
The air might have been on fire for them, so heated was their passion, and his loss of control had the plume of heat surrounding him. His breath was hitched, deep, almost gasps at times from what she was doing to him. Her nails burying into his skin made his blood molten fire, pulsing hotter in his veins. Her hips bucking against his hand was only more incentive for him to play more, fingers spreading her lips and finding her clit, rubbing faster, ever the tease to her. Her lips lessened the kiss, but he refused, deepening it, pulling her closer to him even as she pulled him to her.

Hahvoc... It is because of you that I live. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you. His words, hazy as they were from the lust that had taken over his mind, rung strong and truthful in their minds, as he moved to blanket her body with his. His hand moved aside, being replaced by his long member, slowly rubbing against her lightly before sliding back, then in, inch by slow inch.
 
The teasing and the deepening of the kiss had her moaning and writhing beneath him, body saying what she could not: that she wanted-needed-more from him than just teasing touches. As his words raced through her mind, hazy and lust-laced, she felt a certain kind of peace fill her up before she felt him at her entrance, rubbing and probing gently before slowly filling up the void she had desperately needed him to fill. She gasped and groaned, soft cries escaping her as she adjusted to him. It took awhile before her body stopped spasming and took him in willingly and completely. Once fully sheathed, she looked up at him and cupped his cheek before her nails dug into his lower back to urge him on, her body moving against his enticingly as her eyes burned like the sun.​
 
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