Midnight Aristocracy (DigitalSiren x Sevatar)

[Bunny]

Savannah's days had once been different, though it seemed like a lifetime ago. Days in the sun a nearly forgotten memory, but one she could remember faintly. Things went sort of funny when you died, as if when your heart ceased to beat, time stood still with it. Perhaps that was why vampires did not age, not that Savannah had been a vampire long enough to know. How long had she been a vampire? She... She didn't know. It was hard to even differentiate the nights from one another. In truth, the only thing Savannah knew was hunger; not that normal hunger, but a mind numbing need to feed. No matter how often blood passed through her lips, it was never enough. Like an addict, always needing that next fix, Savannah was always in need of more.

Pulling back, Savannah wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing fresh blood across her cheek. The man she'd been fed from was dead.. They were all dead and for a short while her blood craze had faded. Along the bed were to females, one mostly naked, the other clothed and three men. She'd drunk them all dry; it was only after the sweet flutter of her pulses had faded that she felt sated. Victor had said she had the blood sickness. Laying back along the corpses, Savannah closed her eyes, curling between the bodies of a man and a woman. The sun would be up soon, and it's call drained her. Snuggling closer to the male Savannah closed her eyes.

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Victor had been a vampire, pretending to be human, pretending to be a vampire. Classy, right? He'd been all the things one thought of when they thought vampire. Suave, charming... sexy. It was maybe why Savannah had let him buy her a drink. Mallory had begged her to come to this vampire bar, it would be fun! They could dress up and have a good time while talking to cheesy guys they had no intention of going home with. That was how she'd ended up in The Castle, a club that catered to vampires, shifters, witches and goths. It had been fun, knocking back shots of Stoli in little black skull shot glasses, dancing with Mallory. She'd learn later it was watching her dance that had made Victor want her.. He'd approached with a smile, oozing that charm. Here, he didn't need to hide, because vampires were not real. At least, that's what humans thought, right? Hiding in plain sight, fangs on display he'd revealed that girls came to him willingly. He'd feed and leave them alive normally. There had been something about her though that had drawn him in. They way her slender figure had moved in the throng of people.

She didn't remember how she'd ended up back at his place, she'd been gazing into his eyes while he'd whispered to her. There had been flashes of memories too fractured to put together. His mouth along her neck. Pain. Sluggishness and then darkness. Waking had not been any better. The taste of something metallic and then searing pain. Always pain with Victor. She'd come to know only that from the short time she'd stayed with him. He'd tell her later what he had done. How he had wanted her, so he'd taken her; made her his. Savanna had been with Victor perhaps a month when he'd abandoned her, unable to curb her blood lust, he'd left. Had he been more of a man, he might have ended her life. He was a coward though, much like he'd drugged her to change her. Nothing about him was honorable, but what did one expect of someone barely one hundred years old?
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Savannah had been leaving a wake of bodies in her path, unable to stop herself when the craze took over. The sun had vanished beyond the horizon hours ago and the moon slowly made its way into the apex of the sky when she began to stir. Tonight would be no different than the night before, or the night before that. Savannah had no Sire. No one to reign her in, to tame her craze for blood. Victor had been too young to stop her, his blood not enough to soothe the hunger within.

It had been a week since Victor had left and Savannah had been trapped in a circle of pain, guilt and hunger. It would be the same when she woke her eyes. Guilt would set in as she took in the dead around her, the life drained from their once virile bodies. Guilt would only stop her for so long though. The hunger would rise, clawing at her insides until she gave in and then? Then she would hunt. The bodies around her had been druggies, but not all of her victims had been. There had been a party of friends for the first time in New York, found massacred in their hotel room. Their bodies torn into like a wild animal had gotten to them. Then there had been the college kids in the park.. Everywhere Savi went, she left bodies behind... Like breadcrumbs, the trail lead directly to her.

Her heart gave the first lethargic beat. Slowly her dark lashes opened, staring into the dark of the room, the honk of horns just outside. There was a moment, each time she woke where she didn't remember what she had done, but it never lasted. Her senses flickered and she sat up suddenly, eyes scanning the room. She wasn't alone. In the darkness, Savannah looked lovely, if you took out the face she was covered in blood. Her long golden locks curled around her shoulders charmingly, her eyes were a shocking cornflower blue that bordered on lilac. She was dressed for a party in her little dress, the top a shimmering red fabric that transitioned into black just below her breasts, falling to mid thigh. Shapely legs bare, smudged with blood much like her face was, her feet bare. "Who.. who is there?" Her voice was like smoke and honey, burning along the air as she searched, frightened for what had set her nerves on edge.

 

[Sevatar]

Xarl watched Savannah drink, greedily, from his arm, the ichor being swallowed eagerly by the woman, and he watched as her sentience returned, the feral, blood thirsty look in her eyes slowly fading. "It is perfectly fine Little Fledgling" He reassured her, reaching over to wipe away the little bit of blood that her tongue missed.

He resisted the urge to sigh as he watched her pull away, the shame in her actions displayed in both her voice and in her reaction to what had happened. "Savannah" He murmured, reaching over to cup her chin, forcing the woman to look at him. "There is no shame in having issues with your beast" He reassured her. "Especially considering your situation." He let go of her, pushing the blankets off of him and sliding out of the bed.

He paused, turning to her, unsure of what exactly to say. "Would you like me to make us breakfast?" He paused, again. "Not blood" He corrected himself. "Human food" It felt weird to describe it like that. It had been far too long since he had interacted with someone else like this. Or cared to, for that matter. "We can sit down and talk over it, and I can get you started on dealing with your beast" He offered.

Xarl made his way across the room, glancing out at the city as he grabbed clothing from his closet, and he turned to look at Savannah. "I almost forgot to ask" He offered her a smile. "Did you have anywhere in particular you wanted to go clothes shopping? We could go anywhere you'd like." He offered, grabbing himself a change of clothes for the day, setting them down in the bathroom, turning on his shower before returning to Savannah, who was still in the bed. "Is there anything you need from me before I shower?" He asked softly. It felt weird, to be looking after Savannah. He didn't know if he should be more decisive, or if it was better to let her learn on her own. It was probably best to go with a more.. supportive role, considering what she had been through, he decided, as he waited on her reply.

 

[Bunny]

The wildness drained away and Savannah could hear Xarl's voice reassuring her. Six little words, but they made her feel less like a freak. His thumb brushing along her lower lip, chasing away any lingering remnants of her meal. The shame however, was not so easily cured. For however long she'd be undead, Victor had made her feel ashamed at her inability to calm that beast. It was never his fault, but hers. Her failing, and she knew no better. Pulling away, her cheeks flushing with her borrowed life force, she had been trying to distance herself from an act she saw as shameful. His hand however caught her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. The words made her brow furrow. Not her fault? Watching him rise, she stayed curled in the blankets, clearly trying to work through what he'd just said. "Xarl?" His name was hesitant, unsure on her tongue.

She sat up, the sheets and comforter pooling at her waist, his oversized shirt dwarfing her small body, "What do you mean?" The confusion was clear, she didn't understand, couldn't.. Understand. Those pretty violet eyes darkened and anger swirled to the surface. "Is my beast not my fault?" Her voice was soft, that sort of softness that promised violence, "Victor.. Said it was my failing. That I was flawed" Tipping her face towards him, there was a rawness that eked from every inch of the small fledgling. Inhaling sharply through her nose, she shifted in the bed, unsure what to do with herself, nodding. Where Victor had condemned her, Xarl offered help. It was refreshing, if it didn't turn her heart further from Victor, what little of it had been left for him to hurt.

Rising, she watched him pick clothing from his closet. A small shake of her head was given, "No, we could go to a thrift shop?" She felt awkward seeking more than he was already giving and in truth, Savannah would be happy with thrifted clothing. Her beast rolled in her like a giant cat, rubbing against the inside of her skin. It wasn't sated, Savannah knew just by the feel and she frowned. It wasn't unusual one feeding would be unable to calm it, but Xarl's blood was far more potent than a human's. It was confusing.. Hugging herself she looked up at him and the eyes of her beast slipped in and out of view, her pupils dilating back and forth. It felt... off. It wasn't normal and she could feel urgings of her beast, no less confusing as the pair struggled to come out on top.

Watching the struggle was likely unusual. Beyond her eyes, her body's posture changed, Rolling, with liquid grace, Savannah found herself on all fours, in Xarl's bed as her beast pushed itself to the forefront. A soft sound left her throat, a growl. Stalking closer to him, across his bedding, her hindquarters rose into the air. Like a mischievous kitten, her beast begged his own to play with her. There was something inside her, that knew him for what he was. Be it through his blood, his protective nature or the raw power he exuded, Savannah's beast was more than interested. His shirt slid along her sides, baring creamy flesh, and showing off what had once been sweet, pale grey blue lace panties, with little rhinestone hearts at either hip... They were stained slightly with blood, ruining the effect, but her beast didn't care. Her rear gave a wiggle, and the shirt fell forward further, the valley of her breasts easily seen, should he look.

Her beast was clearly trying to tempt his, the woman within, trapped inside her own mind, was horrified and struggling to take control back. The flicker in her eyes took place once more, until her eyes swam in nothing but black pupil, Savannah having wretched control back. Instantly her posture changed and she was back peddling on the bed, shaking her head, "I am so sorry, I.." She had no idea what the fuck that had been. Never once had her beast..."I..." It felt like the failure she'd been told it was by Victor. "I don't know what that was," She finally managed, pulling his shirt back into place. Even now, as she apologized, her beast fought her, wanting to play with Xarl, in the most carnal of ways. It wanted to play, be chased and after a bit of a "fight" Let him "win". None of it made sense, but she knew that it was what her beast desired. She couldn't.. However, she had no control and her beast was winning the battle.

When Savannah lost, the beast slipped back into her skin. A low, purring growl left her and it shamelessly decided to tempt him. Pulling his shirt up and over, baring her breasts, panties. The invitation was clear.

 

[Sevatar]

Xarl let out a soft noise that on any other being could have been dismissed as a slight annoyance, but to him, represented the anger building up inside of him as Savannah kept talking. "First of all. The beast is not your fault. In any way shape or form." He should know better then anyone after all. He was the first one to be given a beast. "It is not a flaw to have a challenging beast. I will tell you the story of mine today." He made that promise without thinking of the implications. "And not to disappoint you, but I'm not taking you to a thrift shop. You are allowed to have nice clothes. You deserve to have nice clothes"

All of this was said as he slid his clothes on for the day, nothing more then a nice dress shirt and pants, and he'd slide them up on his body, buttoning them before he turned to face Savannah, an eyebrow shooting up at the sight of the woman in a provocative pose on his bed, her hips pressed up in the air, showing off her blood-stained panties for him, and he took a second to process the sight, his beast rising a little, wanting to play with the young fledgling on the bed.

Down. He scolded internally before his eyes settled on Savannah hiking up the shirt to show off her supple breasts, and his beast roared inside for him to make his way to the bed and push her down into the pillows, and he took a second, breathing deeply, his beast reluctantly slipping away as Savannah's bubbly apology came out.

"Oh Little Fledgling" Xarl sighed, leaving his shirt unbuttoned as he started to make his way back to the bed. "You poor thing" He watched her back peddle till she was among the pillows, and he watched the humanity drain from her eyes as the beast came forward, her hands raising up her shirt to bare her bosom for her, and his own beast rose, a dark growl escaping his throat at the invitation.

He clambered onto the bed, the elder vamprie's movements almost predatory as he approached Savannah, crawling up to her and catching her chin with his fingers in a delicate move. "Little Fledgling" He growled with what little self-control was left. "I am going to help you. This is not my first choice, and I apologize for having to do this, but I will explain everything after the.. situation is resolved"

Xarl was on her the next second, pushing her down into the pillows, the taller vampire not pinning her down just yet, but he grabbed a firm hold of his old shirt, and ripped it in two, tearing it off of Savannah's body and leaving her exposed for him, minus her ichor stained panties. He thought she looked absolutely precious at this moment, and while he didn't like what he was about to do, he knew he needed to do it. The problem of being the spawn of a succubus was that sometimes, certain vampires needed sex to calm their beasts, and it appears as if Savannah was one of them.

His lips came down, pressing themselves against Savannah's collarbone, and he'd plant a series of nips up her neck, till his lips were pressed against hers, another growl boiling out of his lips as he loomed over her. It was a delicate balance of human and beast in his eyes, but for now his humanity reigned supreme as his hand slowly trailed down Savannah's hip, brushing against her thighs and grabbing a hold of her panties, starting to tug at them.

 

[Bunny]

She had heard his words, that her beast wasn't her fault and while Savannah was more than willing to trust him over Victor, there was the fact it was all she had been told. It was her fault, she was a failure. It hadn't just been Victor either, he had a small nest and those who didn't really have much of a beast to speak of, condemned her as well. Had it just been Victor, she might have been able to shake the shame she felt, but the others? Some his fledglings, others vampires who were weaker, looking to him for protection. Which after meeting Xarl, the idea was laughable. They had all damaged her views of herself though, made her feel like the very thing they had claimed her to be. Xarl offered to share the story of his own beast and Savannah nodded, though she was willing, the shadows lingered on her face. Perhaps it would be clear she wished to trust him, but she had trouble believing him. She wanted to believe him, so badly. His comment about the thrift store drew a small smile from her, "I just don't want to be more of a burden than I already am."

What Xarl wouldn't know, those feelings had been fostered since her turning. Before Victor and his nest had gotten their poisonous claws into her, Savannah had been a confident young woman, with a stubborn streak that had been opening doors for her. Her transition into an immortal had not been an easy one, as if even in transition, she fought. After her change, she'd been ravenous, as if the fight had been more than to keep her humanity, but she'd taken everything Victor's blood could give her. Not that she knew that, or anyone else beyond Xarl. He might have suspected, based on how he'd found her, and the flickers of her beast. Only time would tell what she had wrought from her changing and the vampiric blood that was far older than Victor.

The flash of lucidly came and went faster than it had taken Xarl to finish his second sentence, though, the words had been heard by her, trapped in the cell of her own mind. She'd hit the headboard when her beast had slipped back into control, unwilling to let Savannah take this chance from her. Beasts were primal and more animalistic than any other part of a vampire. As if when the first of them had been made, they had taken more from their mother than she perhaps intended. Xarl would know, not that Savannah was aware. Her beast wanted Xarl's in the most carnal of ways. In part, it knew him for the predator he was, but there was more. The strength, the power... and while her beast normally took on a very dominating role in Savannah's life, for Xarl, she wanted to be claimed. It wanted to be the prey, willingly to his, enticing him to play with her.

The beast watched him as he crawled towards her like a jungle cat, power radiating from him, dominance; a low, purring growl of need leaving her throat, as if Savannah's beast were a cat in heat. Her chin lifted, alien eyes gazed into his own. Just like before, she heard him, but she couldn't answer as her beast nipped at his palm, a playful, if not down right flirtatious nip. Her beast it seemed was winning, as she found herself pinned beneath Xarl. Savannah still tried to win back control, even as her body reacted. She could feel the arousal building in her skin and between her thighs. Buttons and fabric parted under the pull of his hands, where before her beast had teased him, he now took.

Savannah was delicate and small from head to toe. This applied even to her breasts, had Xarl cupped them in his hands, he might have found them just about a handful, soft and silky, like the rest of her moonlight kissed skinned. Bared as they were, her pale rosy pink nipples hardened. His head bent and each touch of his lips burned along her skim, as they trailed along her collarbones, the nips drawing forth a low growl, playful in nature. Her beast didn't have Savannah's reservations, so when Xarl's mouth found her own, she kissed him back. Much like his kisses, the trail of his fingers along her hip burned in the wake of them. Xarl's fingers curled into the fabric of her panties, her hips lifted.

While her beast wanted, nay, needed him and what was coming, Savannah had never found herself in this place before. She'd never once been with a man. The salacious way her hips rose, would have made her blush. Her beast felt no such need, hand moving to help him rid them of the troublesome scrap of cloth. Once they had slipped down her hips, her hands left them, and needy and bold as her beast was, her hands moved to his pants. It was testing the waters, testing to see what he would allow her to get away with. If he didn't stop her, she would slip the button of his pants free, pull down the zipper. If stopped, she would pout playfully. All the while, Savannah wondered how it seemed to just know what to do. Would she have?

 

[Sevatar]

Xarl let out a soft noise of amazement as he traced his hands across her body, pausing to cup her breasts and run rough fingers over the soft, supple flesh and he made sure to give those hardened nubs of flesh some attention, before his hands disappeared south, finishing removing her panties and removing them from her body, loving the way that her hips rose to meet his hands.

Once her panties were removed, he leaned back, before letting out a startled noise as his pants were attacked by Savannah's deft fingers, and he'd allow her to unzip his pants before he started to take control back of the situation, gripping a firm hold of her shoulders and pushing her down into the pillows, pinning her down beneath her body.

His beast was in full form, demanding that he take Savannah and show her just who was in control, and what he could do for her if she chose to allow him, his hand traveling down her body, exploring every supple curve of her form, enjoying how she felt. It had been so long since he had laid with anyone, let alone someone as beautiful as Savannah, and even though it was because he was helping her with her beast, he knew he would still take pleasure from this.. And he hoped that she would. The last thing he wanted was to take advantage of her.

Xarl's fingers found their way down inbetween Savannah's hips, brushing against her inner thighs as he leaned in, his lips finding hers, and even as he started to roughly trail them up till he was rubbing the very edges of her folds. "Mine" The words slipped from his throat, the words growled in a way that made it clear it wasn't just Xarl saying that, but his beast, staking it's claim on Savannah's, intent on showing dominance, and his free hand reached up from her shoulder, since his body weight was resting on hers, and he grabbed a fistful of her hair, allowing him free access to her neck and collar bone, and he'd start to bite her neck softly, before kissing and suckling to sooth the pain.

 

[Bunny]

Whatever Savannah might have expected from the night, this surely wasn't it. Her beast was in full control and refusing to relent. It wasn't as if she didn't understand, she and her beast were one, even if they fought for control Xarl was powerful, and her beast could pick up on exactly how powerful. When his hands cupped her breasts, Her beast gave a delighted purr inside her head, happy that he was playing with her. Savannah was embarrassed that she found pleasure in the way he touched her, the roughness of his skin along her softness.. the scrape of his fingers along her nips drew a moan from her. Even not in control, it was still her body that got the pleasure, the need.

Fangs flashed, a smile curling on her lips as Xarl allowed her to at least unbutton his pants before taking control of the situation. Her beast gave a token resistance, more playful struggles than anything else. Looking up at him as his hands slowly explored her body, no one had ever touched her like this and she was stuck between desire, embarrassment and mortification. Beneath Xarl, her breathing picked up and she whimpered, needy. The ache in her body was real, even if it had been spurred on by her beast, she felt it pool between her thighs, a need that only Xarl could solve. Slowly she was losing her will to even fight back, the more aroused she got.

His fingers slipped between her thighs, tracing along that velvety skin before his mouth pressed to hers. Kissing him back, eager, his words helped nothing, claimed Savannah moaned, her eyes still alien. They might have been the same, but her beast wouldn't let her have control. If she got control, she'd stop play time, she didn't want play time to end. Hand in her hair, head yanked back, Savannah's beast growled, much like her struggles, it was a token effort at best. Lips and teeth trailed along her neck and unable to help it Savannah moaned, her beast purring out a single word, "Yours."

 

[Sevatar]

Xarl's arousal and delight would only spike with all of the delightful moans and noises that were escaping Savannah's throat, and he wouldn't hesitate to return the kiss, his teeth nibbling against hers, only breaking the kiss as Savannah, or, more accurately, her beast, let out a dark growl and he shivered softly as the woman agreed that she was his. "Good" His voice was a deep, possessive growl, and his hand tightened his grip on her hair as he leaned back in.

His teeth sank against her neck, before Savannah would feel a pair of pin pricks against her skin as Xarl's true teeth sank into her neck, piercing her skin and digging into her supple flesh, and even as the pain registered in her mind, the experience was over, and he was sucking on the mark on her neck, his tongue wiping away the little bit of blood that came to the surface.

Xarl released his grip on her hair, gently running a hand over her scalp and then down her body, before both of his hands would settle on her thighs, and he'd push her slender legs apart, leaving her on display for him and he'd take a second to take in the beautiful woman for her, before his body was pressed against her, one of his hands nestled between her inner thighs, and he'd roughly run his fingers over her folds, letting out a growl at the feeling of her womanhood.

Since Savannah had already unzipped his pants, his manhood would slip out, his thick shaft pressing against the soft skin of her inner thigh and his hand would come down to grasp his cock, before he ran it up and down against her womanhood, teasing her with the idea of him penetrating her, though he wouldn't do that just yet, instead capturing her lips with rough, passinatote kisses as his beast practically demanded that he tease Savannah, to make her beg for what was coming.. It was a miracle his beast wasn't forcing him to take her now

 

[Bunny]

The single word, a growl, deep reverberating made her shiver and the hand that tightened in her golden hair made her gasp. A cry, followed by a whimper as his teeth broke the surface of her skin. It had been nothing more than a love bite, but it left her feeling weak in the knees and the possessive nature made her beast feel submissive to his. The flash of pain vanished as quickly as it had come and in its place came arousal.

A purr rumbled from her throat, it should have sounded wrong, coming from a human voice box, but it didn't. Very much a kitten she let her pleasure be known as his fingers along her scalp. She fought him, but it was that token resistance, more to get him to force the issue, her beast finding the small game of "make me" fun. When his fingers tightened slightly and his pushing grew, her legs spread. Her cheeks flushed slightly, as he took her in, on display for him. Her lips glistened slightly, unable to hide her excitement from him, even had her beast wanted to.

Another whimper as his fingers brushed against her silken thigh, finding their way to her heat. His fingers brushed that slickness and it did nothing to help how eager her beast was with that growl. Savannah's beast needed this, wanted it.. She was starting to fight again, trying to regain control. It had been okay, mostly until the feeling of him pressing her thigh. Her beast however had a vice like grip on her mind, and she moaned, sweetly as he teased her.

The kiss was met with hunger and Savannah tried to reconcile what would happen.. Xarl was helping her, she understood, there was no anger.. but this wasn't how Savannah had pictured losing her virginity. Her hips rose, meeting his teasing, whimpering again. Her beast couldn't speak, doing so would allow Savannah to break through. It was a delicate game and it was one it refused to lose.

What could it do other than let out a low, little whine. The request was clear.. as if her beast said pretty please with sugar on top.

 

[Sevatar]

Xarl let out a purr of delight into the kiss as Savannah moaned and whimpered into the kiss, his body shuddering in response to his arousal as he pulled back and settled as her hips rose up to settle against his, and he stared down at her, drinking in the sight. As the whine escaped Savannah's lips, he chuckled softly, the noise rumbling from his throat, and he guided his manhood, running the shaft up and down her folds.

On some level, Xarl felt bad, like he was taking advantage of Savannah, but, he knew that it was out of both of their controls, her beast was on the ascent and if he didn't do this for her, she would slip away into a state that he wasn't sure he could pull her out of, and that was something he wasn't going to allow. He hadn't been lying when he had said he saw promise in the young fledgling.

He scooted forward, his body pressing up against hers as his hands guided her legs to settle comfortably around his side, and then his manhood was nestled right up against hers, and the feeling of her folds pressing against his manhood truly brought his beast to the fore, his eyes turning somewhat alien themselves as his fingers sank into the soft flesh of Savannah's thighs, Xarl's eyes flickering back to something human-like as he forced his beast down with threats and promises before his attention returned to Savannah.

With a soft grunt of effort, Xarl moved his hips forward, sliding his manhood inside of Savannah and he let out a delighted growl at just how she felt inside of him, his cock sliding deep inside of the woman as what little remained of his restraint vanished, and he would give her precious few seconds to adjust as he started to push further, a growl rumbling out of Xarl's throat as he claimed Savannah's virginity.

 

[Bunny]

Xarl's chuckle made Savannah shiver, the sound of it wasn't like a normal laugh. It was darker, like a secret between the two of them, with a sexual twist. Her beast enjoyed that sound, the slight edge of dominance behind it. Purring sweetly, as he teased her, Savannah's beast wasn't willing to beg twice. it had pride and while it did wish to submit to his, it wasn't a push over. Savannah had power inside her and her beast to pride in that power.

The knowledge Xarl had neither girl or beast knew. Her beast was fully focused on the male before her and her desire to "play" trumped any other desire. It didn't know what it would do, aroused the way it was without Xarl. Likely she would have just fucked her meals beforehand. That would have likely broken the girl within. Xarl at least was here to help her, protect her and though she didn't know him well, she had respect for him... and she found him handsome, but it never would have been something she would have acted on.

Moved, with care, she allowed him to do so. When it brought them closer, a throaty purr left her and she squirmed. Still playful, her beast was eager. When his eyes flashed between man and beast, Savannah's beast gave a delighted chittering sound, having seen the part of Xarl that was like it. The grip on her thighs made her whimper again, unable to help that little weakness, needing him, this.

As Xarl pushed into her, Savannah moaned. It wasn't like anything she had felt before. Savannah hadn't been a prude, she had found pleasure in touching herself, but this didn't compare. Even with just the tip, her body craved more, needed more. She could feel how tight she was, the way her body slowly adjusted to fit around him. Like a velvet sheath surrounding him. Moaning again, her hands curled in the sheets beneath her, mouth parted as she watched him vanish inch by inch.

When Xarl hit her maidenhood, a cry left her, a flash of pain before it vanished. Whimpering, alien eyes looked up at him, as he let her adjust to his size, though he didn't wait long and as his hips rolled back, she gasped and the thrust back made her moan, eyes closing. Her beast knew what it needed, what her body needed and as he found his rhythm, her hips rose to meet his. The hard slap of flesh on flesh drawing delightful cries of pleasure from her.

 

[Sevatar]

Xarl groaned in delight at the feeling of Savannah's womanhood clamping down around him, his hips slapping against hers as their cries filled the room, combining with the soft noises of their flesh colliding. As her hips rose to meet his, he'd slowly pick up his pace, sliding in and out of Savannah with smooth movements, and his hands slid up and down her smooth thighs as his pace picked up.

HIs beast crowed at every cry of pleasure escaping the young Fledgling's lips, driving Xarl onto further acts of roughness, wanting to drive home the fact that she belonged to him, and in a moment of weakness, his hand left her hips, raising up to grab Savannah's silken locks and tug, his fingers intertwined with her hair as his hips slapped against hers time and time again, his thrusts becoming harder as his eyes fluttered in form again.

His hand released her thigh, sliding down between her legs and finding the nub of pleasure that was Savannah's clit, and his fingers would pinch it, teasing it between his fingers as his thrusting seemed to pick up to another level, his grip tightening on her as he leaned down, capturing her lips and holding her there while his manhood throbbed inside of her, the delightful feeling of her warm folds enveloping him causing his arousal to spike, and the semi-coherent thought ran through his mind about how he had missed this, the pleasures of flesh.

With that thought, a grunt escaped his lips as he stopped his assault, leaving himself quivering and pressed up against Savannah, and his hands would release his grasp on her momentarly, his hands settling on her hips, and he'd pull her up, so that her body was pressed against his as he held her dangling over the bed, and with a grunt, he slid back inside her, the new angle allowing his manhood to brush against her g-spot with ease, sending pleasure running through her as he found his steady pace again

 

[Bunny]

The sounds as they fucked, for that is what this was, not the sweet love making she had wished for her first time. The wet sound of their bodies coming together, her breathing, a habit from when she had once been human and their moans. Nails bit into the bed beneath her, trying to ground herself as pleasure ran rampant through her. Savannah could admit she was enjoying it, even if she would have preferred to not have. He was helping her, she could feel the way her beast got drunk on the pleasure that grew.

Xarl's motions became harder, as if driven by her cries of pleasure. She could feel that sweet edge coming closer, knowing its feeling from her own explorations. A cry that edged with pain left her as he pulled her hair. Xarl’s eyes bleed into that of his beast and her beast answered with a whimper, baring her neck to him, a sign of submission.

Her moans shifted as his fingers found her clit, arcing into sharper little sounds, the pleasure intense. The pinch caused her to cry out, the pain almost immediately fading, a low growl left her and when his mouth found hers, Savannah kissed Xarl back, desperately. Her beast needed this affection and her mouth moved to his neck, feeling playful, wanting to see what Xarl would do. Her fangs brushed against his neck, scraping along the surface, careful to not break the surface.

Suddenly she found herself being shifted, and she whined, needy and much like her kiss, desperate. It was answered with him thrusting back into her, her back pressed to his chest, held aloft by one arm as he began to take her once more. Her neck was bared to him, an offering. Whimpering she tilted her head further. A low little whine.. her beast wanted to be his, only his..

 

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Xarl gasped, loudly, as he listened to the delightful cry escape Savannah's lips and the growl that followed soon after made his skin prickle as the two of them kissed, his grip on her tightening as her fangs brushed against his neck. "Ah ah ah" He cooed in her ear, his fingers pinching down on her clit again, sending a brief sensation of pain through the woman. "Naughty girl" His voice was a deep growl in response to her teasing actions.

His hips rose time and time again, lewd noises filling the air as his manhood slid in and out of her, his balls smacking gently against her bottom with every thrust. His pace increased as Savannah bared her neck to him, and he leaned down, and now it was his turn to gently drag his fangs up and down her neck, leaving a soft red mark that stung just a little, before he finally stopped, his fangs resting against her skin.

Xarl's thrusting would stop, the man tightening his grip on Savannah's waist as he teasingly withdrew his cock from inside of her, leaving his hard and throbbing shaft nestled right up against her petals. "Mine" He whispered into her ear, before simultaneously he buried his fangs into her neck in a love bite, and buried his manhood back inside of her to the hilt, a growl escaping his throat and sending vibrations along her neck.

"My Little Fledgling" The words were muffled by the fact his lips were still pressed against her neck, and Xarl would slowly pull them out, his tongue running over the marks that he had left in a self satisfied way. His fingers would move away from her folds and her clit, reaching up to rest on her hips, and he'd turn her around so that she was facing him, his cock throbbing inside of her.

Once Xarl was confident of his grip on her, he'd resume the rough pace that he had established earlier, his cock sliding in and out of her as he took her time and time again, soft grunts of effort leaving his mouth as he did his very best to fuck Savannah's beast into submission, and, while he could feel his own beast trying to take over, wanting to show Savannah and her beast just exactly what he could do to tame her, he forced it down as his hips slammed up against her again

 

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His reaction didn't disappoint her beast. It loved that he took control, even punished her in a way for her actions as pain laced through her system. A cry left her, even with the pain fading quickly. His growl delighted her beast. It was deeply happy that he wouldn't allow her to get away with her bratty behavior.

Savannah herself liked it too, there was control from Xarl that she had never experienced in her short time as a vampire or even more. That sort of dominance was appealing to her. Something, much like her beast was primal in nature. Her head turned, the submissive gesture not missed by her adoptive sire, his fags trailing along her exposed skin, leaving razor thin cuts along her neck. They didn't bleed, but stung against the air.

When he withdrew, her beast made a clear sound of protest, shifting to do... something. She couldn't force him to do anything, but she wasn't done. A low growl left her, though the sound was cut short as his fangs sank into her throat. The sound that left her was a startled moan as fangs and cock slid into her at the same time. Her beast almost lost control of her, both woman and beast turned on by the action. Savannah wouldn't have thought herself attracted to such raw dominance, but there was no denying her reaction to him.

Muffled words made her shiver. Turned she gazed up at him. The combination of his actions, his treatment of her pushing her to that edge, the closer she got, the less foreign her beautiful eyes became and seconds before she came, her eyes were once more her own. Her body bouncing with each hard thrust, her hands curled tighter in his sheets and her lips parted. She might not have wanted to lose her virginity with her beast calling the shots, it was gone.

Savannah wasn't upset, how could she be? He was helping her. She knew it, had known her beast wouldn't let her free without this. Savannah let go of his sheets, arms slipping along his chest, nails biting into his back. "Please, please, please, please," the mantra was just as desperate as any of her whimpers.. Savannah was clearly in control again and she begged him not to stop. She was so close..

Her nails dug into his skin, shallow crescent moons would be left if but for a moment on his body as her orgasm claimed her. She had been tight before, but she became like vice as she came. Her world splintered and she stopped breathing, her vampire body not needing it. Savannah leaned up kissing him, the softness of her lips somehow a bit different, a shyness there that hadn't been there before.

Falling back against his bed, her nails pulled away from his skin, beneath him, his fledgling was once more herself. There was worry in her eyes and something else. Fear? Not of him, or the fact he'd help her. Savannah was used to being shamed and thrown away. She didn't know him, not really. It was all she really had known since changing.

 

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Xarl let out a throaty growl as an adorable moan escaped Savannah's lips as he slid into her, and he picked up his pace as he saw her eyes slowly become more and more human-like, his hips colliding against hers as she wrapped her arms around his chest, the sensation of her nails racking his back making him groan in delight as he stared down at her face, a smile gracing his features as she clung to him and her desperate mantra began.

Another growl, this one more inhuman like escaped his throat as she clamped down around him, her folds massaging him in every way possible as she came, and Xarl's beast demanded he keep going, his eyes flickering for a split second as Savannah pressed a soft, shy kiss to his lips before pulling away and collapsing onto his bed, and he took a second, forcing his unsatisfied beast down. This was not for his pleasure, it was to help her, and now that she was in control, it was time to stop.

Xarl was firmly in control by the time Savannah was looking up at him with nervousness in her eyes, and he leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of her lips as his arms snaked around her body and scooped her up. "Welcome back, Little Fledgling" He murmured, holding her to his chest in a way that was.. protective almost. "There's nothing to be ashamed of" He reassured her. "What happened was perfectly natural. For us, that is." He rubbed her back, soft little patterns on her alabaster-shaded skin. "Let's get you cleaned up, and then we can talk about what happened, okay?" He offered her a reassuring smile as he found his footing.

He'd carry Savannah to the bathroom, setting his Fledgling down on the counter-top, and he'd press another kiss, this one not so chaste, to her lips. "Do you think you can handle yourself, or would you like me to join you in the shower?" He asked, a trace of amusement entering his voice as he stared down at her, a warm smile on his face as he waited for an answer. Depending on what Savannah said, he'd either stay in the bathroom with her or depart, making his way into the bedroom to get dressed and give her some space.

 

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Butterflies swirled in her stomach, would he be mad? He hadn't seemed mad, but Savannah was used to being punished for her lack of control. He returned her chaste kiss before lifting her into his arms. He cuddled her to his chest and Savannah allowed her head to fall to his shoulder, eyes closing as he murmured his greeting, now that she was once more herself. "Thank you," Her voice was just as soft and she looked up at him, his profile studied carefully. He knew of what she felt and offered her comfort and not just a word of comfort, he continued reassuring her that for them it was natural. Xarl went as far to offer an explanation after she'd cleaned up.

The rubbing along her back made her smile slightly and she nodded. The walk from the bed to the bathroom was a moment, at most and Savannah found herself being set on the countertop of the sink, and a kiss pressed to her lips. It wasn't as chaste and it sparked something inside her, her beast rubbing along her insides like a giant cat, happy with the sign of affection. Savannah also had her own question, silly as it may be. He'd been her first and while she might not have slept with him otherwise.. She couldn't help the smile that slipped along her face, slept with. That wasn't the correct word. They'd fucked. Either way, had it just been duty.. had he enjoyed it.. did it change things? So many questions.

"Hmm?" She looked up at him, she hadn't been listening. Recalling his words she looked to the shower. "I can wash myself, but would you stay with me?" She didn't want to be alone and while she doubted she found the courage to ask him the questions that had distracted her, she could at least know he was close. Guardian and mentor. She slipped from the counter and looked up at him, her eyes veiled by thick lashes. "Thank you, Xarl. For.. helping me" She offered him a smile and turned to the shower, fiddling with the dials until hot water sprayed from overhead.

She didn't linger outside the curtain but vanished inside, her cool skin warming under the water. She wasn't cold though, but as a vampire, she wouldn't ever feel quite as warm as she had been as a human. She'd fed from Xarl, before all this had happened and it had warmed her. Tipping her face up, Savannah closed her eyes, the hot water the only sound in the room, as it hit her skin or the floor. Her head turned towards the curtain, eyes opening, droplets of water clinging to her lashes. His. It resonated in her mind and body. Did it still hold? A sigh left her and she began to wash herself.

There would be time for such questions, should she be brave enough to ask him, later.

 

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Xarl returned Savannah's smile, and he was very tempted to press another kiss to her lips, this one fully of his own violation, and not sparked by the beasts that belong to either of them. But the moment was lost when Savannah slipped from the counter. "Of course I can stay" He murmured to her, before falling silent at her comment, and he'd reach out, quickly, before she got too far away, wrapping his fingers into hers and giving her hand a light squeeze. "Anything for you, Little Fledgling" He then let her go, watching her naked form disappear into the shower.

He slipped away after that, taking a seat on the countertop where Savannah had been perched before, and he leaned back, his naked form pressed against the smooth stone of the wall, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he settled in, listening to the faint sounds of the shower running, and of the woman inside of it, whom his thoughts were on.

He wasn't sure what to do. It had been a long, long time since he had someone he genuinely cared about around him, and Savannah was quickly becoming someone he cared deeply about. He had his own demons and devils, burdens and worries that he carried from the last twenty three hundred years of life. And all of those had their consequences and weights that bore down on him, and it was a rightful concern that it might affect Savannah.

But that didn't really matter, did it? He had claimed her as his. He had let her drink from him, and now she bore his blood within her veins, the only other vampire to do so in the last two millennium. And that would be a problem in amongst itself that he hadn't even thought of when he had saved her. A deeper sigh escaped his lips at that. The others wouldn't be happy about that. But he was going to put his foot down for once. He had been far too... lenient with them and their little rulings over the years.

Xarl withdrew from his thoughts, blinking and slowly moving his body as he glanced across to the shower. "Do you need anything, Little Fledgling?" He called to her. "Would you like me to get you a change of clothes ready, or some towels?" It was funny, almost, how concerned he was over her, and how he was trying to pamper her. If someone had told him a week ago that he would be acting like this over one Fledgling, he would have laughed them out of his apartment. "Or do you just want me to stay right here?" He couldn't see her, between the curtain and the steam, but he could still hear her, soft movements and noises coming from behind the curtain.

 

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She had been caught by Xarl and she turned to look at him, her smile shyer. Little did he know, she would have liked that kiss that she'd robbed herself by slipping away. Her feelings for him were shifting. It had been a single night, but the activities of their morning lingered with her. The claim he'd placed on her, lingered and Savannah didn't find herself bothered by the thought of being his. Victor had tried that at first, but she'd wanted nothing to do with him. Her beast had never awakened near him like it had for Xarl. It was more than just power, she could feel that in her bones. Xarl was powerful, but it wasn't all that had sparked her beast.

Inside the shower she let the warm water wash over her, her mind slipping to the man who lingered in the room with her. She examined her feelings for him as she washed herself in his soap, the resin fresh scent of juniper filled her nose. Closing her eyes, she could see Xarl at home in a darkened wood... It fit him as much as the high-rise penthouse. Cleaned, she moved to her hair, finding the bright scent of pine wafting from the bottle. She moved with efficiency, not wanting to linger; rather she didn't want to make him wait, had she had no plans, she might have indulged in a soak.

Her eyes shifted to the curtain and she shook her head. "If you don't mind staying?" There was an uncertainty to her voice. She enjoyed his closeness. Washing her hair she closed her eyes, leaning against the tile. "Xarl?" She paused, trying to work up her courage, unsure which of her many questions to ask. Whatever they were was new, fragile in her eyes and she was scared of angering him or chasing him away. Though he hadn't really shown such behavior, she couldn't help her fears as irrational as they might be.

Sighing, she shifted, her courage failing her. Savannah knew her feelings had changed, but thought her a childish little fledgling, with her head in the clouds as she pictured something that wasn't there. Yet, she couldn't help but wonder. Inhaling Savannah blurted out before she could second guess or stop herself, "You said I was yours." It wasn't a question or a statement, but something embarrassing and in between. Cheeks burning, she wished she could melt away. That had been the worst thing... She was done showering, but now found herself too mortified to leave the sanctuary of the shower.

 

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Xarl heard that uncertainty and it made him frown. He didn't like hearing his Little Fledgling's voice like that. It made his stomach twist and turn in very unpleasant ways, and his heart actually ached a little. "I'm not going anywhere Savannah" He promised her. "I'm never going to leave you" He wished he could see more of her. Not in a perverted sense, but. She was sweet and innocent and everything he was not, and he could have watched her graceful movements for an eternity.

He scoffed at himself, inside of his head. He was being a bit silly, was he not? It felt like it had been only a moment ago that he was confronting her over a pile of dead bodies. But even then he had seen the innocence in her eyes and he internally sighed. Emotions were such a dangerous thing, were they not? And Savannah made him feel all sorts of emotions that he hadn't felt in a long time.. Protective.. Possessive... Caring even. Oh yes. He cared for her quite a bit.

"Yes Savannah?" He used her real name again, the vampire's voice quiet and smooth as he awaited whatever Savannah had to say, and her statement made him sag a little against the counter, and he took a deep breath, before sliding off of the counter and heading towards the shower curtain. Anxiety. He thought. She was making him, HIM, of all people, the first childe of Lilith and a vampire ancient beyond belief, anxious. Oh yes. She was a dangerous little thing. And he loved that.

Xarl drew back the curtains, the man naked as the day he was born, a soft flush taking his cheeks as he slowly slip into the shower with her, letting the curtain fall back into place behind him as he gently reached down, capturing Savannah's chin with his fingers, brushing against her skin and caressing her face. "I did indeed say that" His voice was barely more than a whisper as the hot water cascaded down on him. "And I meant it." He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers for a second. That knot of anxiety in his stomach was starting to bleed out.

"You're my Fledging" Xarl's voice was smooth like honey, even as his arm wrapped around Savannah's waist, and he gently pulled her up against them, their cold bodies molding together beneath the hot water of the shower. "And I never want to let you go" He could guess at what was causing that uncertain tone now, after her words, and the blush that decorated her pale cheeks, and he wanted to allay those fears right here and now. "I'm never going to let you go" He was still holding her chin as he made that promise, and his lips would brush against hers. "You are mine, and I'll scream that to the stars if I have to" He whispered after that brief kiss, his body still intertwined with hers.

A brief thought crossed his mind. Was he forcing her into this? Was she simply afraid of being cast aside again like had happened with Viktor? Would she think he'd hate her, assume that he just wanted her for her body? He resisted the urge to sigh and ruin the moment, even as his lips brushed against hers. Self-doubt was not fitting for someone in his situation. "And, Little Fledgling?" He purred softly. "I'm never going to leave you alone. You won't have to face anything without me here by your side" He nestled his forehead against hers. "For as long as you want me by your side, that is" He offered her an out, just in case, but he still held her close.

 

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The answer from Xarl loosened something inside her, a fear that she hadn't been able to shake. While nothing about Xarl was like Victor, she feared that same abandonment. A cracked part of the fledgling in the shower healed. He wouldn't abandon her as if she were nothing, worthless. Perhaps it was this that allowed her to blurt out her mortifying question. Savannah had curled against the tile, eyes closed as if the coolness would swallow her whole and keep her from having to hear his answer. The sound of the curtain pulling back made her eyes snap open. Rather than linger outside of the shower, Xarl joined her. Savannah didn't move, couldn't move even as she stood in the center of the shower, gazing at him as water slowly soaked his pale skin.

The touch made her eyes closed for a moment before her eyes opened to his, holding his gaze. The brush of his fingers made her want to purr and the words whispered made her eyes search his face. His mouth brushed hers and her lashes fell as she savored the touch, brief as it had been. Pulling her close, Savannah reacted naturally, curling into him, something she'd never once done with Victor. Her body seemed to fit against Xarl's. Chin still held in his other hand, she didn't pull her gaze from him. When he kissed her the second time she kissed him back, though shy.

This only helped to confuse her more even as his words soothed her. She was his. He wouldn't leave and should she wish to, she may. Xarl's forehead pressed to hers and Savannah smiled softly, shaking her head no. "Things have shifted?" This was indeed a question. She didn't love him, no, she barely knew him... but she wanted to be his, not just as a student to his teacher, which was what he'd offered before. It was something vaguely sexual, but more than sex or romance, she wanted to belong. The security, the power and the dominance calling to her. The sexual aspect though, couldn't just be forgotten. She wanted that as well now, though she couldn't find the words to tell him.

Her head tipped up and she brushed her lips against his jaw. "I know you were helping me," there was a shyness, a tangible innocence in her voice, "But.. did you like it?" She had been a virgin after all and while he had helped her, he'd taken something that she'd never given to anyone else. There was one more hard question that she built her courage brick by brick to ask him. "Was it purely... help?" Did he desire her? That was what she was asking. In time they might have been together like they had been, had her beast not risen, seeking, nay.. demanding his attention. Her eyes searched his face, warm water still pounding against them. His answer would affect an emotional response no matter his answer.

Savannah knew what she wanted to hear, needed to hear, but she steeled her undead heart for his answer to be it had just been a duty.

 

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Xarl chuckled softly at the murmured question from Savannah's mouth. "Things have indeed shifted, Little Fledgling" He muttered, a smile cross his face at the shake of her neck that, no, she didn't want him to go anywhere, and his grip on her tightened a little as he took in that beautiful smile of hers, a faint smile of his own crossing his lips as he felt her lips against his jaw.

"I was" He murmured softly, the shyness in Savannah's voice picked up on by the vampire, and her next questions made a soft chuckle escape his lips, and now it was his turn to brush his lips against her jaw. "Oh Savannah" He tsked softly, caressing the underside of her chin again, before he pressed a soft, gentle kiss to her lips, silencing her for anything else she might have to say for the moment.

"You're a gorgeous young woman, and I'm not old enough that I can't see that" Was the first thing he said once he had broken the kiss, that confident smirk of his dancing on his lips. "And, while you are my Little Fledgling, and I would do anything to help you." His hand left her cheek at this point, instead coming up to gently play with her wet locks, his fingers dancing through her hair. "And while my goal was to help you, I certainly enjoyed myself. Quite a bit." His cheeks darkened at that comment, and he took a second to think of what exactly he wanted to say.

"Savannah" Xarl murmured softly. "I know thing's have been moving fast, and everything's different and changing, especially between us" He bit his lip for a second, finding the right words. "I'll be here for you every step of the way." He sighed gently, the hot water still running over the two of them. "I also understand if you need your space" He smiled at her gently. "But.. I'll gladly help you with anything you need. With your beast or not." He leaned in, nearly pressing his lips against hers. "Just know, that no matter what, you're never going to a burden to me Savannah"

 

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Things had changed. The confirmation made Savannah feel better, it wasn't all in her mind. Xarl agreed things between them had shifted, his slight smile made her cheeks blush despite the heat of the shower. She felt his grip tighten and it made her blood sing, eyes closing for a moment. Whatever this was, for her it felt intoxicating. Oh, she wasn't in love with him, but she was starting to understand how affection starved she had been. The tenderness, the touch and even kind words made the difference. Gazing up at him, she smiled, her own sweet and even hopeful.

Perhaps it had been his encouragement that things had changed that gave her the courage she needed to ask if he'd enjoyed his time with her. The question, even as a human would have been mortifying, but to ask a vampire who had taken her under his wing, much older than any other vampire she had met? It made her feel very childish. The softness of his mouth brushed her skin and she felt her beast push at her skin, seeking that touch from him as well. The caress of his fingers along the tender skin under her chin had her eyes closing, though she felt him move into her. Kissing her, Savannah began to purr softly, her beast peeking through.

Her eyes opened and she blushed, brightly as he complimented her. Xarl seemed to understand, seemed to know what she needed to hear and how to make her relax, even as his hand moved to her hair, toying with her wet golden locks. His own blush made her giggle nervously and she nodded some. The unending support he seemed to offer her, as if he had nothing but a wealth of patience when it came to her. When his mouth found hers, she kissed him back, there was less shyness now, though she didn't push it. Savannah just wanted to show her feelings to him as well.

"I don't want to be alone.." Her hand found his and she gave him a shy smile. "I don't want space." Shifting, feeling bold, she curled into Xarl, her smaller form pressing against his own, her head on his chest, eyes closed as she snuggled with him. She purred still, unable to help the sound and in truth not minding showing him all of her. Her beast included. "We should get dressed?" Though, Savannah had no desire to move. She was happy where she was.

 

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Xarl couldn't help the smile that overtook his face as Savannah curled into him, wrapping her fingers into his and her head nuzzled against his chest, and he wouldn't reply to her comments right away, instead, he'd just wrap himself around her ""I promise you'll never be alone ever again, Little Fledgling" He whispered, before it was his turn to lean down, nuzzling his head against her neck. "In a minute" He whispered in reply, his eyes falling closed, and he enjoyed the closeness of Savannah, the soft purring leaving her causing his own beast to rise, a low growl of his own leaving his throat, and his cheeks erupted in a flush of their own, before he forced his beast down, quickly, the vibrations ceasing as soon as they had started.

"Now we should go get dressed" He didn't want to end this moment, but the two of them had things to attend to.. And he owed his little fledgling several lengthy explanations, none of which were suited for the shower. "Though, you'll probably need to wear something of mine until we go shopping" He remarked, turning off the water, a soft hiss escaping his lips as he unwrapped himself from Savannah and stepped out of the shower, the cold air rushing down his body, and he'd grab one of the towel's, using it to quickly dry himself off, the damp fabric being discarded in the corner as he picked up the other towel and smiled at Savannah. "Would you like me to dry you off, Little Fledgling?" He asked innocently.

It was truly an innocent gesture. Xarl wanted nothing more then to make Savannah feel cared for and appericated as a person, and not something inhuman or monsterous. He was still truly appaled at how Viktor had treated her, and he knew that he would be paying a visit to the younger vampire, with or without Savannah. The younger generations truly had to be taught how to treat their Fledglings better. And well, sometimes, examples had to be made. And Xarl was not above setting examples, even in his ancient age.

While waiting for Savannah to make her choice, he'd fix her with a look, studying her, figuring out a way to phrase this next question. "Tell me, how much do you know of the true history of vampires? Not what the fandoms or fables say, but the folk lore, the mythology? Anything at all?" He asked her, settling against the counter top as he waited for her answer. "Or am I going to have to give you the complete history of vampires in 30 minutes or less?" He asked, a teasing smile splayed across his face

 

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Such simple promises made Savannah feel so cared for that her eyes misted with red and she tried to hold back the tears. his face nuzzled against her neck and her purring pitched up in tone, happy with the simple affection. A part of her wondered why they seemed to mesh together quite so well and Savannah suspected that he'd been just as lonely as she was, but for other reasons altogether. Xarl growled and she couldn't help the giggle as she turned her face towards his ear, rubbing her nose along that tender long of skin. "You have a beast too?" He had said as much, but she was curious about the part that could make him blush.

She was curious why he hid his beast, when it was just the two of them... but she could also understand. Her beast was frisky and rather or horny. A shy smile curled on her lips and she nodded, nuzzling him for a moment longer. The hot stream of water ended and Savannah shivered. Watching him dry off, her eyes following the towel as it whisked the water from his body. His question made her cheeks burn and she nodded. The intimacy of the act would have made her heart beat quicker, was that something her heart could still do. "I'd really like that."

Shaking her head, she stepped into him, still feeling snuggly. If he got wet again, they could always dry him off. Slipping between his legs she flashed him a fanged smile. "You probably know the answer," She said softly. "I wasn't taught much of anything and I suspect it was the love of pop culture that let me luck into some of what kept me alive." Still purring softly she leaned in, nuzzling him. While Savannah was no cat, her beast was feline in nature and the way she rubbed against him, nuzzling was obvious. Her beast was trying to claim him as her territory. She wouldn't have scent glands to help, but anyone who got close enough to Xarl would smell her on his skin and vice versa.

"I know a few things I have learned on my own.. Like I cry blood. I have a beast... She feeds like a little piggy or apparently wants sex like a kitten in heat. I know that the sun is a nono. I know a little about my senses, but most of it I learned on my own. The.. nest wasn't kind. I don't know for sure, but I am sure I am not the first that he has stolen and changed and then banished when they couldn't meet his standards." A small shrug was offered. Savannah was actively trying to move past the damage they had done. Xarl cared for her. Made her feel alive again.

 

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Xarl chuckled a little at her curious question about his beast, and his eyes would linger on her. "Oh Little Fledgling, I have the beast of beasts," He said with an amused look, but, it was not an overstatement. HIs beast was truly something special. And, it wasn't in a good way, most of the time. "But that's a story for later" He fell quiet as she admitted she would like him to dry her off, and his lips curved into a truly happy smile.

Picking up the spare towel, he held his arms out for her, that smile only his face only seeming to grow, a hint of his fangs being displayed as she nuzzled in. "Alas, I was hopeful my assumption wasn't right" He admitted with a little chuckle before he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her chin as she pushed herself up against him, the affectionate gesture not lost on him, his heart feeling just a little bit heavy in his chest as he stared down at her.

"Well" Xarl murmured after listening to everything that she had to say, and he gently draped the towel over her shoulders. "There's no reason to ever worry about his standards ever again" He ran a hand through her still-damp hair, and a mischievous look passed over his face. "Because you meet every one of mine, Little Fledgling," He said, before picking up the towel and gently going to work on drying her off, starting with her face, delicately drying her cheeks, before he moved onto her hair, ruffling the soft locks, and massaging her scalp till he was satisified.

"You have the gist of the general rules down. I'll go into more specifics after our history lesson because otherwise, most of it won't make sense" Xarl remarked, drawing the towel down around her shoulders, and he'd take the time to massage her muscles even as he dried her off, every little action intentional on helping Savannah relax, and for her to feel cared for. "And, of course, because nothing in our world can be simple" His amused look was prominent, even as his hands guided the towel around her bosom, rubbing the soft flesh until it was dry, and then he moved down further, working on drying her lower back. "We have to have a mini-history lesson first"

Xarl paused and then sighed as he thought about just how he was going to explain everything to Savannah. "Where to start." He sighed. "I suppose, pre-vampire history first." His hands, and the towel, slowly crept lower, finding their way to Savannah's rear, where he gently started to dry her off, wiggling the towel back and forth, before his hands crept between her inner thighs, slowly drying her off, and he took his time to be soft and gentle as his fingers did their magic, slowly creeping their way down south until he was working on her lower legs, his body bent down just a little.. "So. God, Satan, Hell, Heaven, Demons, and Angels. All real. The Bible has the important bits."

Xarl's hands finally stopped their work of drying Savannah off, content that she was free of any remaining water, and the towel would be discarded on the floor as his hands rose up, and he'd wrap an arm around her waist, and he'd hoist her up, his free arm slipping around her shoulders and after a second or two of adjustment, his Little Fledgling was being cradled in his arms, and he carried her out of the bathroom and back into his bedroom, the cold air washing over them as the steady sound of rain collided with the windows, but Xarl's eyes never left Savannah's face.

"Now, one might ask how that's relevant to us as a species." He murmured, setting Savannah down on the edge of the bed, his hands reluctantly removing their grasp on her. He wanted to hold her close, but the two of them needed clothes, and so he let go and made his way across the room, sorting through his drawers, and he'd find a silken purple undershirt that looked like it might fit Savannah, and he tossed it to her. "A very long story short, that even I don't have all the details of, is that Lilith, arch demoness, wanted to have children, and since the Nephilim had been rather.. violently destroyed by the Angels, she chose to elevate mortals" He found himself a shirt, and he'd pause his little history lesson to pull on the black fabric, letting it settle over his body.

"And so, she created vampires" Xarl stretched a little. "I know that was a lot. Any questions so far, or am I good to continue?" He asked, eyeing Savannah on the edge of the bed, drinking in her form and letting a smile cross his lips at the sight of her. He hadn't realized just how much he missed having someone around. Especially someone like Savannah.