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Bunny · Nov 14, 2022

Bunny · Nov 14, 2022

Warm and sticky; those were two of Morana’s favorite things when it came to blood. Naturally as a vampire, there was the life giving aspect but she had little care for those whom she fed on. Less for those unlucky enough to offend her. Those, she played with first. Like a kitten with an injured bird or mouse… The hunt, the crippling and the fear. Oh that was better than the sustenance she took from them. Their blood was sweeter when it coated her slender body. Drying and flaking from her in patches, leaving a reddish stain behind.

Yes. That was the best.

It wasn’t like it was hard to offend the little vampire girl. At eighteen, like many of her kind she’d stopped growing and aging. It meant that Morana would forever be in her youth. White blonde hair that she kept shoulder length. The fine wispy strands often in disarray. Pale skin often flecked with blood, dirt and other filth. Vampires after all were second class citizens and Morana herself didn’t lead an even slightly respectable life. Blue eyes were endless glacial ice until she was toying with her latest victim. Then they heated into a tempestuous sea blue. Wild and as unpredictable as her flitting moods. A tiny thing it wasn’t until she was in her killing frenzy that she was even potentially terrifying. Standing a meager four eleven, Morana was a wisp of a girl. From her stature to the curves that graced her body. Clearly a young woman, she budded in all the right places, but not enough to be lascivious in anyone's eyes.

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The screams of the man vibrated against the walls though no one would hear him here. Morana might not have taken care with whom she abducted (normally men) but she did take care with where she decided to kill. She needed time, seclusion. She was a stain on society, a leach… not worth the notice. This man had noticed her. Dirty and grimy he’d not thought twice at following her back to this abandoned building. He was taller than she was and easily had a hundred pounds on her. He thought he could take what he wanted. Rape her, use her and dispose of her.

His mistake was simple. He’d not considered that he was not the predator, but the prey.

She gave a throaty purr as she sank her blade into chest. Morana knew the body and she avoided all of the important bits, no need to kill him faster than intended. That didn’t mean it hurt any less. The scream was like the sweetest symphony to her ears as she sang, her voice rich, beautiful and at odds with the words and her acts.

“Johnny, don't leave me

You said you'd love me forever

Honey, believe me

I'll have your heart on a platter”

The tempo was old timey and upbeat, much like the voice it didn’t match the words. Leaning over the man, her lips parted, dainty fangs flashing as she buried her tongue into the fresh cut, he screamed again, bucking beneath her. Sharpened nails bit into his side, a repermaid of sorts for moving so much. A whimper was the answer as he stilled, trying to not further upset the oh so crazy little vampire. He’d already learned that upsetting her made it worse. Pulled back, fresh red blood dripped down her chin and the tip of her tongue swirled along her lips and she gave a small wiggle. The dress might have been lovely once. Black velvet, the soft crushed fabric was matted with blood now. The lace torn and tattered along the bust and the hem. Toying with the blade, she twirled it between her fingers as she gazed down at him, her lips parted. “The sun is rising soon..” The comment was offhand though it was clear what the issue would be. The sun wouldn’t kill her, but it would make Morana very sick. The large, papered windows wouldn’t do much to protect her. There was also the problem that Morana couldn’t leave him here. While she doubted anyone would find him, she didn’t leave her play things lying around. No.. she’d need to dispose of him. Shame, he’d been fun… but without a place to keep her toys, she could never have them for more than a night.

“Mmm, thank you for being my plaything, Joshua.. I had a lovely time. But alas.. I can’t keep you.” There was a clear pout to her voice, sorrow even. “I need to let you go..” There was hope in his eyes, cautious and unsure. She rose and cut his legs free first. Then his hands. Taking a step back she snapped her butterfly knife closed and pushed it between the swell of her breasts. “Go on.. You need to get to a hospital.” This was all part of the fun too. Too hurt, he’d not stand a chance at taking her out. He had been stabbed at least twenty times, the numerous bites and cuts had bled freely. He was weak, likely light headed. She watched with calm eyes as he rose, groaning, soft cries of pain leaving him. When he looked back at her, she lifted her hand in a little wave and a cheery smile. She was really letting him go! That knowledge gave him a burst of adrenaline and he hobbled faster. She waited till the door was open, he could smell fresh air before she was on him again. Like a spider monkey she clung to his back, her breasts pressing to his back. Arms around his shoulders as she leaned over his neck. Her teeth bit onto his neck and with a vicious jerk of her head she tore his carotid artery. The blood arched and she gave a giggle as she rode him to the ground.

Straddling his hips she lifted Joshua by the hair, snorting derisively. “Stupid cow… You planned to rape me, you even tried. Like I would let you go to do that to some other poor girl.” Rising she kicked him in the ribs. “Idiot.” A soft sigh left her as she gazed down at his body before lifting her face to the cool darkness. It had been quite some time since she had smelled the air free of the sweet coppery scent of blood. Not that it bothered her.. Cool wind curled along her shoulders and she gazed towards the horizon that the sun would creep past in less than an hour. She’d taken too long with her toy. She wouldn’t have time to dispose of him in a timely manner if she didn’t start now. Even then, Morana knew it would be close. She’d also need to find a place to sleep.

Normally she would weigh him down and let the sea life feast on him, but she wasn’t near enough to the water tonight. Maybe the sewers? Her nose wrinkled at the thought. Gross…

Lady Jace Beleren · Nov 15, 2022

Being a monster was a term that had lost all meaning. When it had happened, no one could tell you, but the line between man and monster has blurred. The things that went bump in the night had hunted man like cattle. Except, then the humans had developed agriculture, language, cultures. The food source had shown that it could innovate, think in a way the ancient creatures could not. So, an accord had been struck. The brute strength and supernatural powers that the creatures of the night possessed would be used to protect, and even assist, the humans. Over time, an accord became a way of life and the monsters crossed the line.

Centuries, millenia, had passed and now one lived in a world where a monster was simply a general term for the non-humans of society. Most tended toward a human form these days, whether by breeding or shape-shifting, but they were everywhere. Less in number than humans, but it was common for a man to sit beside a minotaur in his morning meeting, a woman to sit next to a lamia on her commute. The term monster had become watered down and meaningless. They were not creatures to be feared. However, even among the civilized world, there existed true monsters. One was Morana, a killer for the fun of it. Another was Asmodeus Grey.

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Asmodeus, Grey to everyone but his father, lived a life one might imagine in a movie. He was born, bred, for the family business and the family business was crime. Anything that made real money, from targeted robberies to international smuggling, went through the Grey family first. In a way, his father's business was so far removed from the actual acts of crime that one might mistake it for legitimate. Things were run from a building owned by a front company, the money was laundered and clean, meetings were attended in suits. The only thing that marked them as strange was the people and their capacity for violence, their ability to take control by force.

Asmodeus' father was a master of violence and his son had inherited this gift, been made for it. His father was an incubus, though the mythical powers of seduction were greatly exaggerated. What he did have was impossible strength and a lifetime that made even the longest lived monsters look like children. He had, in his was, a certain charisma and charm as well, though these were experience more than magic. So, when Grey the incubus decided it was time for an heir, he had chosen to go for perfection. Decades of searching, paying, and even kidnapping had gone into crafting the perfect vessel. The result had been Asmodeus' mother. All of that effort for a woman he had never gotten to meet, likely never would. Just like he had with every other woman of consequence, Grey's father had sent her away when he was done.

What had been left was Asmodeus himself. He was born something rare and terrible, a chimera. Inside him was infinite potential, all wrapped in an unassuming box. Human to the naked eye, he could assume the shape of any monster from his bloodline, which his father had ensured were myriad. From his birth, his father had ensured that Asmodeus was just like himself, equal parts charm and violence. Then, when the boy had become a man and thirty years had passed, the patriarch of the family simply... retired. Hundreds of years of power dropped into the lap of someone who was barely an infant by comparison. A world of coercion and killing handed to him, ready to overwhelm. He took to it like he had been born for it. After all, he had.

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Grey, for all his success, did have his struggles. His therapist said he needed to find a healthy outlet for his stress, which had the habit of manifesting in the form of unnecessary maiming and murder. While healthy was subjective, he had to agree with the woman. Even his own men were skittish around him when a mood struck, which was becoming increasingly too frequent. That was how Morana had entered his life.

While a vampire was usually far beneath his pay grade, a social and literal drain on those around them, this one had managed to catch his attention. She had done so by making one of his street-level men disappear in their own neighborhood. He had been a dealer and a scumbag, but he was a part of the family and losing him on their turf was bad news. So, he had put the resources out to track her down. When her pictures and a brief summary of her actions were passed to him, he could not turn away.

A vampire was killing for food, rare enough in a world where monsters were equal to man. But, what truly stood out were the eyes. In one picture, Morana escorting some man from a bar, they were almost dead, uninterested. Then, in the next, they glowed with a light unlike anything he had seen. The fact that they were set in a face that was covered in fresh blood was secondary, if it even registered for Grey at all. He wanted that, wanted to know what it was like to have that kind of joy, and wanted the girl who had showed it to him.

From there, a normal person would have been ashamed of what followed. While she was blissfully unaware, Grey had dedicated his resources, and every ounce of his free time, to her. Most days he was forced to settle for photos, still under the guise of surveillance and always rotating through men to keep them unaware. On the rare nights where he could take to the streets himself, Grey would follow from above, using one of the dozen sets of wings his biology afforded him. Some days he even took the pictures himself. It was surprisingly easy. Morana, for all her care, was surprisingly sloppy if you knew her game in advance.

In fact, she was becoming more sloppy. Reckless. Tonight, especially so. While Grey sat on the ledge of the opposite roof, his expensive camera resting on a tripod beside him, Morana was singing and slashing. Normally, Grey would be ecstatic. He was here on a kill night, would get to see her glowing expressions with his own eyes. The glow on the horizon was what concerned him. Sunrise was less than an hour away and she still had to dispose of the corpse. Hell, he was fairly sure she was still playing with the lucky bastard. No, this was bad. He felt that familiar urge growing in his chest, that ball of stress that would turn into ripped flesh and lost money when it came to a head the next day. He needed to fix this, consequences be damned.

Grabbing his jacket from the stone corner that had served as a temporary hanger, he took two long steps and vaulted the edge of the roof. His shirt, one that was tailored to accommodate most of his wings, tore a bit as he chose the wrong ones in his haste. The large griffin wings were powerful and wide, catching air and allowing him to glide the full distance of the street even coming from a free fall. From the air, he marked that no one was around, even as he pulled his phone from his trouser pocket. His thumb worked with efficiency as it tapped out a message to his driver. He draped the jacket over one shoulder, shrugging it onto the other as his wings slipped out of existence once more. His one hand continued to tap out the address while he weaved past the plastic thay served as the only doorway into the building. The only thing that gave him pause was the sound of a door opening with a hard slam. He was about to walk directly into her. Except, no one walked out of the door. There was only an intense scream, the kind one let out when you were not afraid your voice might be mocked. No, that was the sound of someone truly afraid.

The blood was pooling on the floor, along with coating most everything else, as Grey took the last few steps and filled the doorway. She was right there, right in front of him. The vampire that he had been waiting for. Her eyes were alight with the joy of the kill, the crimson like a beautiful facepaint in its arterial spray. And she was in danger. A quick glance at his phone to make sure that his sightless typing had been true, then back to her face. Despite the surge of emotions, the crushing desire to touch her, hold her, Grey's face was a mask of stone.

"We need to have an important conversation. I have a car coming for us. And I'll get someone to come... clean up. No negotiations."

Bunny · Nov 15, 2022

She’d not been aware that her actions had been followed almost religiously nor that the one following her found her actions increasingly reckless. Had she taken the time to consider her action, perhaps Morana would have agreed. That time however was not taken for Morana was a creature ruled by her moods and desires. The logic or thought that should have been given to any singular matter was forgone for the instant gratification; the farthest she went was to not be caught. In a world where she was a monster, a real monster not the genteel proper kind that had blended into society long ago. Vampires had always been at the bottom of the barrel when it came to monsters. They were often ruled by their passions. While most could reign in those desires, tame them and keep them under lock and key, Morana saw no point. Perhaps something was broken in her, for this was more than just the blood lust. She reveled in pain and fear.

She’d not heard him as she kicked the dead body, her face covered in fresh, dripping blood. The cherry red life force dripped down her cheek, along the line of her jaw. The gore of the night was worn without care or concern. Though the voice that sounded had her knife out and her posture switching from the languid, relaxed pose to a ridged defensive stance. She gave a feral little hiss, teeth baring at him in warning. It was animalistic, a clear warning. Her plaything was cooling at her feet, so it wasn’t as if she was worried he’d try and take him… Joshua was no longer of any use to her. The reaction came to him intruding on this most personal of times.

“Not happening..” Her voice was saccharine in cadence though her tone held a hard edge. He was costing her night! It made her agitated and she shifted uneasily, feeling the press of the sun and the need to hide her kill. They were equally important. While she didn’t have some sentimental need to bury her kills herself, she needed to know it was disposed of properly. To know where their bodies lay. For someone who was driven by her passions, she held some things in tight control.

Prowling in a small little section of the doorway, she watched him from narrowed eyes. He was too clean, too polished. She’d no idea who he was and frankly Morana didn’t care. He was a threat. “Leave me alone.” His facial expression didn’t change at the request and she gave another kiss, her hand tightening on her blade. The happy relaxed feeling had long since faded and now there was pent up frustration building. Annoyed that he’d shattered her happy little mood, she gave a growl. There wasn’t enough time to play with a new friend.. The sun was starting to color the sky and it made her little heart race as she noticed the color building. Her free hand opened and closed, a little tick of her impatience.

Distracted for a moment gave him a chance to step closer. Her head flipped back to him, the motion like a whip. Her eyes gave a dangerous flash and she moved without giving him any further indication. She swiped at him with her blade, the frustration as he dodged the first attack. Like a caged animal she began to fight, though it wasn’t mindless. It was clear she knew how to defend herself, her body moved with a liquid grace as she struck again and again. Each time he dogged her, with little effort. It was infuriating! She gave a cry in anger and feinted toward his side, though as he moved to dodge she tossed the blade into her other hand, the titanium-oxide coating flashed in growing light, the rainbow of color bright as she angled it, the razor sharp blade slicing his cheek. Hos blood and Joshua’s mixing.

Morana would have kept going, but she could already feel her body growing weak, lethargic. The start of the sun poisoning and it wasn’t even fully in the sky yet. Another frustrated growl as she looked at the body, then the intruder. She needed to leave or she’d end up leaving with him and not by choice. Her only choice was to flee… Even as the choice was made, she knew she’d likely not get far.

Much like the attack she gave no warning before turning on her heel and sprinting back inside. Her bare feet could be heard falling along the concrete floors, the wet splash as she stepped in blood, bloody little footprints being left in her wake. Though the initial boost of speed had been tremendous, it didn’t last. Her body was betraying her and she stumbled, fell. Frustrated tears welled in her eyes and she slammed her fist into the hard ground. She could hear him behind her. Knew that her options had all been forgone. That in this he would get his way. "Damn you.."

Lady Jace Beleren · Nov 15, 2022

The first thing Grey noticed was that the light of joy immediately left her eyes when she looked at him. That would have to change. He intended to be a source of that look, not remove it. That would have to be dealt with. It dawned on him that this was perhaps a silly thing to worry about with a fresh corpse at his feet and a murderous vampire covered in said corpse's blood. Even worse was the fact that she was closing distance with him. He should have stepped away or shifted, snapped her in half before she hurt him. Instead, his hands stayed at his side, one slipping into a pocket to store his phone.

Grey was, unfortunately for Morana, his father's son. Self-defense was a daily lesson in his schooling. Knife training had begun when he was five and at fifteen they had switched to real knives. He had been cut and stabbed a dozen times just for practice. It did not help the little vampire's case that she was a bundle of nerves. Even as she declined him, not a surprise, she gave herself away. A twitch of the hand, turning her head before the strike. For Grey, it was enough of a telegraph for him to step away from the first swing. From there, such a short knife did little to help her lack of reach. His long legs made each step more than enough to evade her attacks. It was not until her little feint that he was caught off guard. It was, he had to admit, more planning and forethought than he expected in the heat of blood frenzy. Grey realized he might have spoiled her mood more than he even realized. The gash she cut in his cheek was fairly deep, hot red running immediately. He made no move to address it even as the blood dropped down to stain the white of his collar.

Then, all in a rush, Morana turned and headed the opposite direction. For the first time, Grey was confused. It was not until the light orange glow began to eat at the edges of the paper covering the windows that he understood. No more time for games. Even as she slapped her feet through the blood, Grey followed, showing no squeamishness at the idea of stepping over a dead man. His pace was controlled, knowing this chase would not last long. Morana managed to almost get out of eyesight before her body gave in to the sun. Limited as his interaction with vampires was, he knew it would be much worse before it got better. But, he was a careful man.

With enough force to bruise, but not break, Grey brought his foot down on her hand, knocking the knife free. Another quick kick and it skittered across the floor. Her curse meant little. He had been called worse and deserved it. He did not, however, leave the knife where it lay. Instead, he picked it up, examining the edge for a moment. Without hesitation, he wiped the blade along the white sleeve of his shirt, leaving a twin set of red streaks. With practiced movements, he flipped the handle shut and slid it into his back pocket.

"I'll have it sharpened. You'll get it back. Don't worry."

Still strangely nonchalant about the whole affair, Grey unbuttoned his wrist cuff and shifted his jacket to one shoulder. With a flick of his wrist and a slight tearing of fabric, his hand seemed to explode for a moment, only to reform in the shape of a large avian claw. Griffins were so terribly practical, though he was sure breeding with one was less so for his ancestor. With a curl of his claw around her, the thick talons formed a cradle to carry the vampire without allowing too much room for her limbs to wiggle. From there, with the sun sucking all of the energy from her body and preparing to do more by the second, he simply carried her, lifting her with his arm, now griffin all the way to the shoulder.

The pair came to the front just in time for a small limo, not so austentatious as to draw too much attention but large enough to give them the privacy of a separate rear compartment, to roll up to the abandoned building. The passenger door opened and a neatly dressed man came around to open the rear passenger for them. With another unceremonious flick, Morana was thrown bodily onto the seat. Grey only paused to give the man who had opened the door a look.

"We need a full clean-up in the building. Lots of blood, one body. Keep it on ice for now. I think she cares what happens to it."

With that, he ducked into the car with Morana. As he came fully back into her view, his hand was wholly human again, the changing of his body so casual that one might think each new part had been there the whole time. The door closed behind him and, all at once, the effects of the sun became nothing.

Grey wasted no time in tending to his guest, moving to sit across from Morana, who was currently sprawled on the parallel seat. He threw his coat aside and moved a thumb to his cut cheek, still dripping a steady flow. With a swipe, he gathered a thick river of blood on the digit before leaning over to her side of the car. A strong hand reached over to clasp her jaw, nudging her mouth open with prying fingers. The thumb, well-coated now, was thrust into her mouth, where he generously wiped the blood on her tongue, lacking nothing when it came to thoroughness.

It was withdrawn a moment later, now shining with saliva. He smeared it over his wound again, making sure to get her saliva into the wound. A few moments later, the open cut was closing with visible speed. Oh, he knew quite a bit of the practical information on vampires.

"Treated glass on the windows. And I'll take you in through the underground. Do you need more?"

With that, Grey reached up and pulled his tie loose, offering up his neck.

Bunny · Nov 19, 2022

The rubber of his sole pressed on her hand and she fought the demand for a moment before the pain became too much and she let the blade go with an angry, but defeated hiss. He kicked it away and she growled, watching her singular prized possession go skittering across the floor. Morana wanted to flip to her back, sit up anything but lay on the floor like she was, but the sun was rising high with each passing second and it left her too weak to move. Her eyes watched as he picked up her blade. Another flash of anger surging through her. No one else had ever touched it, though she did notice that he seemed to take care with it, wiping the blade clean on his own shirt before closing it again. Morana watched with narrowed eyes as he pocketed it. The remark that he'd have it sharpened and returned meant little, though he did say he'd give it back....

Sulking she'd not seen him shift, though when the clawed paw wrapped around her waist, pinning her arms to her side she made a surprised sound in her throat and even when she did try to squirm, Morana found herself stuck. Watching the ground pass under her, her long short blonde hair swaying about her face; the movement was making her stomach turn uneasily. Her face started to slowly look green. She could see her bloody footprints and the pools of blood left by her toy.. closing her eyes Morana swallowed hard. As he walked, her body swaying ever so slightly was just as discomforting to her. That and the slowly drawing sun that was starting to peek into the sky proper now. She could hear, rather than see the limo, her eyes still tightly closed. When he threw her she gave a small cry of fear before bouncing against the leather seat within the cool darkness. Opening her eyes she could see the full force of the sunlight bathing her captor... Fleeing was not an option.

Fuck.

Darkness bathed them as the door closed behind him. Morana let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. Still laying along the length of the seat, Morana watched him through narrowed eyes. Her eyes followed his finger, watching him rub it along the cut she'd made; it came away with fresh, ruby blood. When he leaned toward her, she pulled back, uneasy. Unfortunately she had nowhere to go. His free hand caught her jaw, forcing her lips open and she hissed ferally. His finger rolled along her tongue and she could taste the richness of his blood. All blood had subtleties to it. Sweetness, spice, power... it all made each person taste unique. He was the best Morana had ever had. Rich, almost chocolatey with a spice she couldn't quite place. Her tongue curled around his finger almost of its own free will, coating it with her saliva. When his finger was pulled from her mouth, she watched it with hazy eyes as he wiped the shining finger along the cut, healing the damaged flesh.

His questions had her head turning. She was confused, but it didn't show. No, Morana looked like a curious kitten. She watched him for a long moment, even after he'd exposed his neck to her. After a moment she pulled her sit up, and then onto all fours before slowly crawling towards him. Onto the floor and then into his lap. She straddled his lap, her eyes almost glowing in the darkness. Her blonde head lowered, her lips brushing his neck. There was only a moment of hesitation before her teeth slid into his flesh. It was just like stabbing someone, the ease in which her fangs pierced his skin. She drank greedily, though there was more to her feeding.. her arms slid around his waist, as if embracing a lover. One of her hands slipped toward the pocket in which he had stored her blade. It was her whole goal at the moment. More than the food, more than the safety he seemed to offer. She wanted her only real prized item.

Lady Jace Beleren · Nov 20, 2022

The eagerness of her tongue to clean his thumb of blood was not lost on him. However, Grey assumed it was simply a response to her weakness, a desire to undo whatever the sun did. Her glazed eyes seemed almost vacant as he sat back and offered his neck to her. Unsure if she could move on her own, Grey was ready to simply give her the time to recover and feed her later. To his surprise, Morana immediately slipped from her seat and began to crawl toward him.

Now, this was a sight. The object of his obsession was now on the floor of the car before him, crawling to get to him. It sent a shiver down his spine, a throb of desire running through him. While the son of an incubus, a man who had personally been responsible for the myths of seduction associated with the demon, Grey did not have so many worldly desires. He was born and raised to run the family business and did it well. He could fight, negotiate, even charm when needed. Rarely did he desire something for himself. Morana was one of the things he desired. Watching her on her knees before him was something new that he wanted more of. She was beautiful and wild. He wanted to own her. Not to break that wildness, but to encourage it. She could continue to be destructive and a slave to her whims, but she would be his.

The little fantasies of submission were broken as Morana made her way into his lap. This, too, was unexpected. She could have fed from other spots on his side, yet she moved to sit on him directly. He could feel a warmth on his thighs, the short dress doing little to keep her body heat away from him. Breathing in her natural scent would have been pleasant, however, all Grey could smell was the metallic tang of blood. Her lips touched his skin, provoking a shiver, then... pain.

Grey was used to pain, as much as one could be. There was only so much one could tolerate without a little adrenaline to keep it at bay. He let out a hiss through his teeth, one of his fists tightening as she began to feed. Then, her arms wrapped around him and he suddenly felt himself relax. His eyes closed and his head leaned a little against her own. Still he was not a fool. A harder bite and a quick jerk could tear a lot of meaningful things from his neck. So, while she drank from him, surprisingly gentle, he shifted his body, transforming and extending the base of his spine into a long serpentine tail.

"Just a caution. Don't be scared."

The tail wound around behind Morana, running up her back for a moment before looping under her arm. It took a path between her breasts and up to her throat before encircling her neck. The tail was thick at the base and obviously powerful, but the way it moved was a gentle caress. His hand moved as well, fingers moving to rest in her hair. It was tangled and matted with dried blood, but he seemed not to care and he curled fingers against her scalp. It was all so soft, as much like a lover as her arms around him.

For a few moments, the pain faded away. Everything in the car became quiet, the only sound the swallowing of his life blood. Grey found his all strangely relaxing. He almost felt ready to fall asleep in this strange embrace, his chin resting on her head and his arm and tail holding her tight. It was hard for him to remember that she had tried to stab him only a few minutes ago. Until he felt the knife begin to slide out of his back pocket.

All at once, violence erupted. The fingers in her hair tightened, ready to pry her free of his neck. The lamia tail coiled, tightening around her chest and throat, squeezing with a dangerous pressure that served as a warning. It was not a threat of suffocation. Well beyond that, the strong tail was ready to crush and break bone if needed. Still, caution won out and he did not pull her away, risking tearing his flesh. His words were icy as he opened his eyes, now a predatory yellow with serpent sclera shining in the dark.

"Don't do something stupid, vampire. I am not here to be your enemy. I am here to offer you something better than abandoned buildings and moldy apartments."

Bunny · Nov 20, 2022

Because she’d never fit into the new society, it was perhaps odd when people saw her to think that she was more than a beast. Ruled as her kind were by their needs and desires, there was often very little else considered. Morana though was more than some feral beast, even if all initial appearances told a different story. There were little things that she picked up on, observant and careful as she was. She’d not been wantonly killing and skimming under the radar because of luck. She took care, was aware even consumed by her blood lust.

So when she crawled to him, she took in the subtle flicker that passed through his eyes. Again when she chose his lap for her seat. There was a flicker of surprise before he hid it behind that impassable mask. Morana could feel his warmth, all at once she wanted to be a kitten, to bask in it. There was a goal though and while his reactions to her were… curious, they were not what she needed to focus on. No, she wanted her knife back damnit! Morana had never had a relationship.. Never felt a need for one.. Knew that she couldn’t keep her desires in check, even the few times that flicker had peeked beyond her iron grasp. Yet, this man, while an unwelcome intruder.. He stirred something within Morana that she didn’t quite understand.

That shiver had been delicious and then the hiss of pain. Willing was not new to her. There were many who would share their life blood with her. True, she mostly fed on her toys.. Yet none would have looked at her as she was now, drenched in blood, a fresh corpse at her feet and then willingly allowed her to feed from them. He was an odd puzzle, but an alluring one. It made her want to linger, to learn before leaving. His body was tight, rigid and it surprised Morana perhaps as much as it might have surprised him that he relaxed in her embrace as she fed.

"Just a caution. Don't be scared."

The words didn’t make sense at first, but she felt the tail as it ran along her spine, wrapped around her arm before slipping between her breasts. The smooth scales that wrapped around her neck were gentle. He took care with her and Morana could blame him for keeping himself safe as she fed from his neck. She’d after all just ripped a man’s throat out with nothing more than her teeth. She didn’t mind this precaution. It would have been the height of stupidity to kill him had she wanted to. She was in a protected car, but was being taken to his…. Lair. It would be swarming with those loyal to him. She’d have trouble escaping, if at all possible and then with the sun now high in the sky?

The weight of his chin on her hair was oddly comforting, Morana found. The curl of his fingers in her hair. Nails against her scalp. Like a lover. It was confusing but Morana found it arousing. She shifted in his lap a little, as if trying to find a comfortable spot, or to ease that building sexual need. She wouldn’t let that distract her from her goal though.. The smooth, now warm metal from being pressed against his body, brushed her fingers and she slowly began to pull it free.

Not so far gone then. The thought was filled with frustration as his tail tightened around her neck, cutting off her breath. Hand tightened in her hair, the pain sharp and sudden. She stilled against his neck. He didn’t pull her away from his neck, wise. She’d not have hurt him on purpose, but if he tried to pull her free, it would be messy. Carefully she pulled back, Though once her teeth were free she pulled against his tail and his hand to brush the marks with her tongue, sealing the marks.

Swallowing she pulled away from him, the motion of swallowing harder with the tail around her neck. Morana pulled her hands back to her own body, the knife held to her breast, resting against his tail as she choked out “Mine..” The words were possessive and her eyes flashed with a sullenness. It had hit her. There was a thrill in letting an animal close to him.. That is all he saw her as. Like everyone else.

For a moment… a foolish… infuriating moment… she’d thought he’d seen her as more.

Lady Jace Beleren · Nov 20, 2022

There was a bit of mourning in his heart as that content relaxation she had coaxed from him was suddenly destroyed. It was rare for him to completely relax, rarer even still when he spent his nights watching her. Staying up was not something abnormal. A good portion of his business took place at night, whether because of monsters' nocturnal nature or simply because illicit dealings were best done in the dark. However, there were plenty who did their work in the day. For Grey, the day started around noon. Enough time to work both sides and still get some sleep. Until Morana came into his life. He would watch her until the sun was ready to rise, sometimes just sitting outside and thinking about how she was getting ready to sleep. Now, his sleep hours were cut short. This had only added to the stress of trying to keep up with the empire his father had dropped in his lap.

The relaxation he had felt, honestly closer to falling asleep then he would like to admit, was pure bliss. Just like everything else truly enjoyable in life, it had been fragile as glass. His body was tight and coiled for fighting again, ready to snap the one thing he wanted like a twig if it meant saving his own life. That, too, was simply how he had been crafted by his father. There was no empire without the emperor. He had to stay alive. What Morana hissed at him, though, made him feel foolish. She just wanted her knife back. Her little treasure. Her only treasure.

His tail loosened from her throat, staying in position. His hand released her hair completely. For a few moments, he simply froze. His eyes blinked and returned to their normal human shape. She could have her knife. She could have anything she wanted. He would have her.

He placed a hand on the small of her back and pulled her even closer, no space left between their bodies. That hand slid from her back and up her arm to the hand that held the knife. He applied a gentle pressure, pressing it against her. Grey wanted her to know that he would not take it away again. His other hand moved to her cheek, cupping it gently.

"You can keep your knife. I want you, little vampire. My name is Asmodeus, but you can call me Grey."

His thumb moved to her lips, brushing a bit of the wet blood away and applying a little pressure to open her mouth. His thumb once again invaded her mouth, rubbing the tiny amount of blood against her tongue. He looked directly in her eyes, his tail tightening around her neck again, though gentle compared to before, so similar to the way she clutched her treasure. His eyes were intense, his voice still cold at the edges, but something was different. He let his thumb trail from her mouth to her chin, moving to look at the trail of shining liquid it left.

"I have had my eye on you. Seen how you act. How wild you are. I find it... beautiful. So, I want to take you and keep you. In return, you can have anything you want that I can give. And I have much I can offer you."

He flicked out his tongue, revealing it to be as long and serpent-like as the tail that gripped her tightly. Slowly, the tongue ran along her chin, cleaning the trail of saliva he had left. It was sweet, with a hint of copper from her latest snack.

"Mine."

Bunny · Nov 20, 2022

The tail loosened but did not move from around her neck and the hand that had been pulling painfully at her blonde tresses fell away. The sharp pain fading after a moment or two as she cradled her knife to her breasts. He seemed to understand the issue that taking it from her had caused. For one who had nothing in life, the one thing she did have, was unbelievably precious to her. Morana watched as his eyes slowly shifted back to human. Both had been lovely, even if cold to look at.

She was not allowed to linger, staring at his icy cold features though, he pulled her closer, their bodies molding to one another. The press of her soft breasts against his chest. Her core closer to his own.. His hand slid between their bodies and he pressed the hand fisted around the knife closer to her chest. She understood and she relaxed some against him, the tension flowing from her. Unease showed in her eyes as she wondered if she could trust this message. His hand rose from her own to cup her cheek. That warmth was gentle and she leaned her cheek against his palm, her eyes still wary.

"You can keep your knife. I want you, little vampire. My name is Asmodeus, but you can call me Grey."

He wanted her? Where there had been wariness there was now confusion. His thumb brushed against her cheek, smearing the still wet blood. The pressure of his thumb against her lips made her open them slowly. After his blood, the blood of Joshua was bland and unappealing as it had been earlier in the night. The tail tightened around her throat once more and his hand moved to her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.

"I have had my eye on you. Seen how you act. How wild you are. I find it... beautiful. So, I want to take you and keep you. In return, you can have anything you want that I can give. And I have much I can offer you."

A frown pulled at her lips. A pet in a gilded cage. She watched his serpent-like tongue flicker out, tasking her skin, her own saliva. He claimed her again and she gently pulled against his embrace. She didn’t want to be anyone's pet. She was free now and he wanted to cage her. “Like a tiger, to a human.” Her voice, that silky sweetness, held contempt. “I am not an animal.” Oh she understood, or so she thought. A wild, beautiful animal. To admire.. Tame. To keep under lock and key. He’d take good care of her..

“You seem to think I am ashamed of how I live, Asmodeus.” She didn’t call him by the nickname offered. She wanted to keep a distance between them that he’d not allow physically. “I am free. There are no strings attached, no gilded cages.” She gave a small shrug. “Sure, it is not as nice as where you live. But it is mine, much like my knife. They are both precious to me.” She felt an attraction to him, but she wouldn’t wait for the day that her senses dulled under his care and he turned her out, tired of his new toy. “I will leave at nightfall..” She was trying to be strong, dominant.. While she could be such with her toys… he made her want to crawl. It was dangerous.

Lady Jace Beleren · Nov 20, 2022

Things went the way that Grey expected, most of the time. Those who did not do what he wanted lasted very little time in this city. So, when he made what he considered a very kind offer to Morana, rejection simply was not possible. Except, that was what he got. Immediately.

Her explanation was sound. He would certainly not take the offer of a gilded cage. That had been his childhood. He lived in luxury, but never had the choice to live freely. Every hour was scheduled, every lesson selected by experts to mold him into the perfect leader. Unfortunately, or perhaps even intentionally, it had broken him. It was why he insisted on speaking to his subordinates nearly daily, why he took so little time for himself. It was why he watched Morana, why he wanted her. However, it was why he would never tame her either.

His eyes flicked to her mouth, thinking about how she refused to use his nickname. She absolutely had to be his.

"You are right. You are a tiger and I am offering you a gilded cage. You will be cared for and spoiled as much as you can imagine. But, you need to understand something."

The hand on her back held tight, the tail coiling to hold her close. Grey stood, keeping her in place as he nearly lunged across the car. In a heartbeat, their positions were reversed. He was on his knees between her legs, pressed close as he loomed over her. The hand on her back had shifted a little higher, while the other had moved from her cheek to her knee, keeping Morana locked around him. He leaned down, closing the distance so that their noses nearly touched.

"I have no intention of locking the cage. I won't even close the door. I don't want you to become something docile, weak. I saw your eyes when you finished your kill, the way they sparkled with excitement and joy. If you want to take to the streets and earn your food like you do now, I won't stop you. You would be subservient to no one, except for me. I do want a pet. I want to keep you and care for you. I want you as a companion."

The hand on her knee slid down to the hem of her dress, for a moment seeming like it would explore further. Grey had no interest in forcing himself on a woman, though. Especially not a tiger like this. Instead, he shifted the tips of his fingers, forming short lycan claws. Without hesitation, he raked them down the side of her thigh, leaving dark red lines that swelled into clear scratch marks. He leaned to the side, pressing his lips to her ear.

"You kill for fun. You hunt humans like cattle. You think I care that you take lives? That I want to stop you? You have to be mine for one reason. Both of us, we're monsters."

Just as he finished his words, the car jerked slightly. He fell forward just a bit, his hand going from her thigh to the seat behind her head. The inhuman hand bit into the leather, his face moving close to her own again. He was breathing just a touch harder, only enough to be audible. There was still the possibility that she would want to leave and he would not stop her. Whether or not he could stop his voyeuristic obsession would have to be seen. All he could do was tempt her. For the first time, there was a hint of warmth to his expression, a hint of hunger.

"Or, if you like, you can leave at nightfall. You can return to living on the streets with your knife. Because, there is one thing that is not up for negotiation. If you stay, you will be mine. Free to do as you like, come and go as you please, but always to return to me."

Bunny · Nov 29, 2022

Her chin lifted a little as his eyes flicked to her mouth. She was proud, the idea of a cage was so unappealing and yet, there were things about him that drew her towards him too. The conflicting emotions were unusual for her and it made her feel almost uneasy as she sat in his lap. Shifting in said lap, Morana was not expecting the sudden shift in their positions. As he moved with her, her body reacted instinctually, legs wrapping around his waist, her arms moving to squeeze his shoulders tighter. Morana found herself looking up into his eyes, their breaths mingling as he spoke. Noses centimeters away, she watched him with slightly wide eyes. What he said was confirmation of her fears and yet he also offered a balm for the cage. She shifted, his strong form between her legs, eyes curious once more as she considered him.

The thoughts though were stopped with a sharp gasp as nails raked down her inner thigh, heat blossoming in her core and the little growl she gave this time held something else. Lust. His lips pressed to her ear, his voice a rumble in his chest and low as he spoke. Both monsters. The car jerked as it came to a stop, rather than harm her, his hand moved to the seat and she could hear the sound of the leather popping as his nails pierced the seat. Morana shivered slightly and she looked up at him, biting her lower lip. One delicate fang showed as she considered him once more.

He did offer her that cage, but he also seemed to offer her more. She'd be able to leave at any time, right? Was there harm in giving this thing a chance? His breathing was faster, a touch of excitement that made her own body burn. Morana wasn't used to either feeling and she knew that she'd not be able to escape him until she explored it. After another long moment she nodded some. "Alright." Morana could have told him it would be short lived, that once she understood him, understood the offer she'd leave. Confident that she'd be able to escape him, the luxury trappings he'd ensnare her with. A visitor. She didn't quite grasp what he meant that she'd be his and to what extent he'd go to find her again should she leave.

The car was silent, the vibrations had stopped. His warm body still pinned her to the seat and she squirmed beneath him. Her large eyes were almost doe like as they blinked up at him, though the look perhaps was a bit off as she was still covered in blood. Morana pocketed her knife and she leaned up to lick the remaining blood from his cheek. "You taste good," she purred. "Now get off me... Asmodeus." There was that independence showing once more as she shifted below him, pushing at his chest. The marks on her thigh burned in the most pleasant of ways, her arousal lingering. There would be some things she'd explore sooner rather than later. Such as Grey himself, though his nickname... Morana had already decided she'd make him earn that from her.

Lady Jace Beleren · Nov 29, 2022

Grey had been honest with Morana. For the most part. There were several reasons he wanted to keep her by his side. Finding someone with a similar mindset to his own was difficult. He craved control and power to a sadistic degree, but there were others who were in the same vein. What he saw in Morana, that monstrous side, was also not unknown to him. It was a reason to keep her, but not his only. The fact that this monster was wrapped in a gorgeous and lithe body, had eyes that glowed like jewels, and looked rather adorable with a single fang poking over her lip were another reason. If he wanted a companion through the wildness of the criminal world, it might as well be a lovely one. It left... opportunity.

Her acceptance of his terms was reasonable, smart. Had she said no even after having it framed so well, he had no need for her. Chaos and danger were exciting. Stupidity was not. The smile on Grey's face spread slowly, showing his own long fangs, more thin and serpentine than her own. It felt a little strange, smiling, but his excitement at finally having his prize was palpable. He was barely even aware of their position when she leaned up and licked his cheek, sparking a bit of confusion as she purred about his taste. Still, he lifted himself from between her legs and even gently guided them down to the seat. He moved a hand to his neck, remembering exactly how relaxing it had been.

"It was... interesting to be fed on. If I taste enjoyable, that means we have an option for you to eat while we settle things."

It did irritate him that she refused to call him Grey. No one called him by his first name except for his father. It felt like she was trying to take something from him, made him want to tighten his tail until she gasped out the correct name. That would have to be fixed. For now, he finally released his tail instead. Even as it uncoiled from around her neck and body, it shrank away, disappearing in the same way it had come. His hand reached over to the door of the car, pulling the handle and pushing it open without bothering to check the window, even as dark as it was.

Outside of the car was a simple underground lot, almost completely barren at this hour. A few identical cars were spaced around them, along with a spattering of other vehicles around. The same man that had received the orders when they entered the car came back to the door, holding it and awaiting the pair. Grey took his jacket and threw it over his shoulder again, stepping out with one long stride. He waited, hand extended to help his guest from the car. Glancing behind her as she exited, he let out an internal sigh at the wet blood and torn leather, though it was partially his fault.

Guiding her across the lot with only dim fluorescent light illuminating the way and the man trailing behind, Grey began to talk.

"As much as I am sure you hate to hear this, there are some rules. First and foremost, you answer to no one except for me. I do not care if the gods themselves come down to order you around. You have my permission to spit in their face. The only exception to this is the men I will assign to take care of your needs. They may ask you to wait if they want my permission before following your requests."

He pulled the phone from his pocket, unlocking it with a press of his thumb and scrolling for a moment. Then, as they approached the elevator at the corner of the lot, he held up his phone to the camera, which beeped excitedly and opened the metal sliding door. Stepping in, he repeated the process to another camera inside. Grey then pressed the button for the fourteen floor and looked down at his phone. He continued to speak even as he began to tap out messages.

"Everyone who sets foot in this building works for me or is here on business. Floors two to seven are apartments and likely no interest. Eight to ten are for work. Eleven and twelve are where I work, along with my close associates. Thirteen is skipped. Some silly human thing. Fourteen is your new apartment. Not everything is suited for your needs, as I was not expecting to extend this invitation quiet yet."

Another set of taps on his phone. Scrolling. More tapping.

"But, the glass is treated and the storm shutters can block the light. Now... the rules. They are few, but very important. One, you will be staying on the fourteen floor for a few days. Security is strict and you won't have access to the system. Once it is sorted, I'm true to my word. You can come and go as you please. But, if you disappear without notice for too long, my offer ends. You are out. That simple. Lets say... three days."

The floors dinged by as he spoke, approaching fourteen rapidly.

"You will not kill in the building. You will not lose your temper with my men when they are acting on my orders. If you think it will upset me, at the very least ask before you do it."

The elevator came to a stop, the doors sliding open. On the other side was a hallway with plush carpet, a creamy orange and light wallpaper, almost like a hotel. There was only a single doorway across from the elevator, the rest of the hall bare until reaching the end some ways down. Another door, this one open, led to a room where only a large desk was visible, the rest hidden in the dark.

"This is your apartment. In the kitchen, there is a phone, a credit card, key card, and a few things for entertainment. James, here, will be taking first shift as your personal errand boy. I didn't think you would want a guard outside the door, so whoever is on duty is at the end of the hall manning the desk. Ask them for anything you want. Anything. You can buy anything you like online, send them to pick it up when it gets here. Just call or text the "On Duty" number in the phone. The other two numbers are Croc, my personal assistant, and me. Now, I will be going to sleep while you settle in. Any questions before I leave you to settle in?"

Bunny · Dec 1, 2022

That flicker of annoyance was there and gone so quick. Seemed her new 'owner' was good at hiding his emotions, but her use of his proper name had bothered him. Silly, perhaps, but that flash of annoyance brought her an odd sense of pleasure. It was clear that Grey was used to getting what he wanted, her included. To deny him this was good for him. Morana wouldn't have said he was spoiled, but he was used to getting his way. There was little doubt of that. His smile though, at her acceptance, had been charming, even with the flash of snake-like fangs. The wet like of her spit glistened on his cheek as he moved his fingers to his neck. A brow lifted. "Settle in?" The offer to feed from him again did not go unnoticed or undesired though. She hadn't lied when she'd claimed him to be yummy. His tail uncoiled from her neck and she shifted to sit up properly, smoothing her dress back down her thighs; though Morana didn't have an ounce of propriety in her, the action was smooth and practiced.

The door opened and the coolness of the underground welcomed them. Looking past him, into the darkness she tilted her head. She'd expected this, he'd told her this would be where they would arrive. Watching his lanky form slip from the car she moved toward the exit as well, pausing only for a moment when he offered her his hand. Slipping her smaller one into his she allowed him to help her out of the car. Her eyes slipped past the men around them, curiously taking in her surroundings. The faces of the men didn't matter to her at all. Only Grey mattered, though she was unlikely to share this information with him. Her hand in his, she allowed him to lead her to the elevator, her eyes skimming the underground, looking for escapes, exits. His voice drew her eyes back to him as he spoke. She gave a slight frown at the mention of rules. Rules were something that Mor had not had to follow in a long time, at least any but her own rules. The first, she had less of an issue with. Grey was controlling, but she'd known that before she'd agreed. She gave a small disgruntled noise at having to wait for his approval and as he pulled his phone free she crossed her arms under her breasts, sulking slightly.

The security was a bit odd to her, but she also had not lived a life in any sort of caliber that could equal his own. It made her wonder what exactly her new owner did. He too was a monster. That curiosity was however put aside as he began to speak again. Tilting her head as he explained the building and its floors. "Human?" Her eyes lit up and she made a mental note of it. "What exactly do you do for business, Asmodeus?" His name was a sweet purr, perhaps a hint that she found it enjoyable to be prickly. "Am I restricted from any of the levels?" These were things she needed to know, though. Well perhaps she wanted to know, in the end knowing or not would matter little to her. "And where are you, Asmodeus?" That name again, purred, throaty as she leaned against the wall of the elevator. She was enjoying poking at him perhaps a little too much.

She tilted her head to the side as he listed her rules. Mor bristled at the idea of being trapped for several days, but it wasn't... unreasonable she could at least admit that; begrudgingly. The limit of three days being away from this cage wasn't too bad either. It was the idea of the rules that made her bristle. The worst one was that she wouldn't kill within the building, though not taking her anger out on his men if they were following his orders was a close second. She gave a soft snort and lifted a brow sardonically at him. She was already poking at the bear so to speak for fun, to think she'd stop just because it was a rule was folly. The doors opened silently and she looked down the hallways and shook her head, walking past him, her bare feet leaving flakes of blood on the pristine floor.

---

Her apartment was amusing to Mor. Pristine and oh so very white. She explored her rooms first, finding the phone and credit card he'd had told her about. He really was offering her the world, the problem was Morana was not exactly sure what she'd spend the money on. She'd never had a need for money or wanted much. That softness, lushness even had never been known to her and she wasn't quite sure what to do with it. The apartment was lonely though and lacking any personality. He'd said he hadn't had time to furnish it for her, but she found herself hating it and pacing around the rooms like a caged beast.

She lasted exactly an hour before approaching James. He looked up at her warily. "Take me to him." A frown crossed James' face and he started to shake his head, unwilling to disturb his boss. She gave a soft sigh and she moved around the desk, sitting on the edge of it. "Cute! I wasn't really asking." The words were soft and almost sweet but there was an edge of violence that was unmistakable. James could see she was blood covered, but he found it hard to be afraid of the tiny woman. He rose, using his height to intimidate her. Mor laughed, bright, happy. James reached for her, planning to guide her rooms when she grabbed his wrist before he could touch her. He found himself on his knees with her behind him, his arm pinned behind his back and her blade, freshly cleaned by Grey at his neck. "Take me to him or die. '' Her voice was still super sweet, but the press of the blade at his neck was sharp, a trickle of blood slipping down his skin. "Fucking bitch.." She pulled on his arm tighter and James gave a grunt of pain before saying, "Fine.." Grey wouldn't likely kill him, but his new... pet was crazy..

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The ride up one level didn't take them long and once he'd unlocked the door she shoved him away from her. James had been surprised by her initial attack, the force in which he shoved him was less of one. He fell, hitting the floor hard as she slipped into the room. The door was closed with a light click. Inside, Morana looked around his apartments, which held far more personality than her own, even if it was clean and one might even say sparse. Her bare feet padded along the floor silently as she explored searching for Grey. It wouldn't take her long, up a set of stairs and behind a door she found him in his bed, the room plain. Canting her head to the side, Morana found this interesting. Across the room in seconds she was crawling into bed with him, wanting to be close to him. She didn't question that desire, much like her others she acted on it. He tasted good. He was warm. He was all she knew in this prison. She liked him. He'd made her horny. She could take her pick, but they all boiled down to the same thing.

She wanted to be near him.

Lady Jace Beleren · Dec 1, 2022

Grey was not surprised by questions. He was throwing a completely new way of life at her. While she did not see this as something she would stick with, he intended to keep her. So, what she asked was easy to answer.

"There are humans in the building, but I will not allow you to kill my tenants. As I said, they work for me."

Morana seemed to take a bit of joy from poking him and she had found a small hole in his armor already. Every time she called him by his full name, he bristled a little. Anyone else would have a broken arm for defying him so openly twice. From this vampire, it felt almost normal. She did not use his name to hurt him or assume the kind of controlling relationship he had with his father. A few had tried that when he took over, a feeble attempt to usurp the throne. Morana did it simply because he reacted and she found it fun. She was like some kind of blood-soaked pixie, doing whatever she fancied. Her question, though, was a bit surprising. No reason to lie.

"I recently inherited the leading role in my father's company. What we do is... complicated. Any business that passes through this city, legal or otherwise, we are involved in. Barring what our competitors managed to take. But, I intend to fix those mistakes soon."

The rest seemed just as simple as the first, though he noted her annoyance at the prospect of not killing in the building. Fair enough. He knew her some of her appetites well.

"Once we have you set for clearance, you will have full access to everything except my tenants' personal residence. Including my home on the fifteenth and sixteenth. I do not make empty promises. As for the killing, I am having a space prepared for you. The panic room for your apartment is being converted to a... utility room for when you want to eat at home."

While he had gotten through the last few weeks watching her, handling Morana directly was exhausting. When she exited the elevator, leaving a little trail of dried gore in her wake and taking James with her, he barely managed to contain a sigh. He pressed the button for his own floor and managed to wait until the door closed completely before he leaned his head on the wall. This felt like it might be a mistake. There was no getting her to obey him.

---

Finally in his own room after being awake for nearly a full day, Grey was happy for the chance to relax. He pulled the tie from his neck, draping it over the end of the bed. The jacket and shirt he simply left on the floor. The jacket could be salvaged but his shirt was ruined by a combination of his own shifting and a fair bit of blood. His shoes had been left at the entrance, not intending to leave a trail like Morana had. In the end, everything but his boxer briefs were discarded and left on the floor. What did a few wrinkles matter when it was all trash or headed to dry cleaning anyway?

He was more focused on the bed. It was the one thing he had replaced completely when he took over for his father. The old man had basically slept on a rock. Not that it was surprising when the demon who sired him was older than the idea of the mattress. Grey preferred comfort and a pleasant night of sleep. Well, day of sleep. He searched for his phone briefly, eventually retrieving it from his pants pocket. A quick flick through his apps and the shutters on the windows slid down. Near complete darkness enveloped him as he slid into the covers.

It was longer than he expected for Grey to fall asleep. He was exhausted, yet his mind refused to rest. What was Morana up to? Was she causing havoc already? Would she grow attached to him in the same way he had with her? Her pouting sulky face was all he could think of as he eventually felt darkness wrap around him.

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The bed shifted under a new weight and Grey's eyes snapped open. He was an average sleeper, neither light with paranoia or overly-heavy even with his fatigue. So, as this new companion joined him under the blanket, he was already looking in their direction. Sleeping beside a lovely woman was no outside his experience, but this bed was different. No one came to this bed except him. Of course, that left only one possible culprit. As she shifted closer to him, Grey turned on his side to face her.

"Hello, vampire."

It surprised him when she moved closer, seemingly wanting to put her body against him. He had no issues with this, even if it contradicted what he had expected. She was rather unpredictable, after all. The confident little smile graced his lips again and he moved a hand to her hip. Grey was not one to deny something he knew he wanted.

"How bold of you, crawling into bed with a man who can't even be bothered to ask your name."

His fingers brushed against the fabric of her dress, sliding up and down. They stopped abruptly when he felt the unmistakable sensation of crusted blood making the fabric stiff. His eyes shifted to a glowing feline pair, shining in the dim light. She was still a mess, still covered in all the blood that had adorned her when he last saw her. The smile faded immediately and his hand withdrew.

"I have no issue with you joining me in bed, vampire. But, you will not be doing so until you have cleaned yourself. Get out of my bed and do not come back until you have taken a shower."

Bunny · Dec 1, 2022

His rules were frustrating, but she understood them to a point. Killing his workers would be troublesome for him and as someone who seemed so in control of every little detail. She could easily see the frustration. Unrelated, the small tick each time that she said his name made her smile. Grey was quite correct in pinpointing her reasoning. She didn't do it for control or to disrespect him. She did it simply because it clearly bothered him and she found it fun. Morana's whole existence was about those little whims. It was how she found herself slipping into his bed and once again, Grey didn't disappoint her. He knew the moment she'd slipped into his bed, felt the shift of her weight on the mattress. It was too soft, used to sleeping on cold floors or rotten couches with springs poking through.. this new life of luxury would take some getting used to.

He turned on his side, she felt the movement and saw it, her own lovely eyes adjusted for night vision as a perk of what she was. She squirmed closer and she felt his body relax slightly as he greeted her. She didn't bother responding. Using his name too much would be tiresome for them both. His smile flashed in the darkness. A soft snort left her lips. "You think many know my name? It doesn't stop me from playing with them. It will not stop me from crawling into your bed." The fact that he hadn't bothered to ask and still hadn't meant she wouldn't tell him her name either. He'd need to ask her for it, she wouldn't offer it up freely. Her name, like her knife, was hers. So few knew it, it was a commodity she could trade to him. Mor was nothing if not practical.

His hand moved against her body, trailing along the soft fabric of her dress. The same hand stopped along her side as he reached the stiffness of the blood soaked fabric. The smile faded from his face and she frowned at him in the darkness. She gave a soft snort and pulled away from him. "If you insist. I will just see if James would rather warm my bed.. I hear hate fucking is fun" She gave a small shrug and walked for the door of his bedroom. She was horny, she would fix this problem. While she'd have preferred it to be Grey, she wouldn't complain if she found that satisfaction elsewhere. "Sweet dreams then, Asmodeus."

Lady Jace Beleren · Dec 1, 2022

It was perhaps exactly because of her rebellious attitude that Grey found her so interesting. He liked the chaos she caused in the streets, the rumors of the murderer that would whisk men away and leave them torn to pieces. He was not sure how he felt about having that attitude pointed directly at him. So, her name would be an unimportant detail for now. Her attitude, that was what mattered. He would break her, or at the very least gain her trust enough to control her a little. Whichever came first, he would have fun, though the latter might make her boring.

Grey did not expect such a sudden opposition at the prospect of washing blood off. How wildly had she lived? Thinking back, he was not sure if he saw her completely clean of blood, except maybe on the nights she lured a victim and got herself completely soaked in it again. It seemed that she honestly did not care about anything thay seemed like it would be boring. If that was how she wanted to act, then fine. Unlike her, he was not going to let emotion guide him. Until she mentioned James, at least.

He was out of the bed before she even managed to land the last dagger with his given name. He threw the blanket aside and shot to his feet with a loud stomp. His face was beyond annoyed, beyond grumpy. He was angry. The feline eyes shined brighter as he thought over and over what shape he might use to correct this kind of insolence. In the end, he kept his shape, his fangs glistening as he covered the distance in a few strides.

"If you ever say something like that again... ever imply that sleeping me isn't worth taking a shower and threaten to treat me like your... fucking side piece! I will teach you what hate fucking is, little vampire."

Grey wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her small frame with no effort. Or, no effort for a moment. Morana began to flail and fight his grasp immediately, landing a solid kick on his shin that made Grey hiss. Still, he kept his hold around her and carried her backward through the room. With a shove of his hip, he forced open the door to the bathroom, not even bothering with the light. His feet slapped tile as he moved her to the large shower. With a huff, he released her. Even as she landed, he grabbed at the edge of her dress, tugging it upward.

"Lift your arms or I am ripping it off."

Happy to take whatever path she allowed, Grey tossed the garment on the floor, her knife clattering on the tile as it came free from her hiding spot. He was too busy struggling with her to appreciate seeing her so bare for the first time, receiving an elbow to the jaw as he leaned over toward the handle of the shower. In the end, he was forced to shift, his serpent tail turning the knob while he held her wrists above her head.

The water came out in a cold jet, immediately creating a pink river as dry blood was revitalized and washed away. Still in her underwear, Morana looked a little like a drowned flower, the mix of red slowly draining from some of her white-blonde hair. With a sigh, Grey detatched the shower head and moved it closer to her hair. The struggled slowed now that the water was running and he began to run fingers through her hair, pulling tangles that had formed from sticky stains.

"You can have what you want from me after this. I have no idea why you are so hungry for sex, but I don't mind indulging you so long as you are clean."

Bunny · Dec 1, 2022

There was pleasure when her words hit home and he all but exploded into action. An arm around her waist, hauling her backwards. Naturally, Morana fought back. He'd not wanted her as is and only when she threatened to fuck someone else. It had come just as quickly as the amusement. She clawed and kicked, trying to get away from him. "Put me down!" Her foot connected solidly with his shin and Morana was rewarded with a hiss of pain, but Grey didn't put her down. Satisfying and not all as once as he dragged her all screaming towards the bathroom. His angry words made her want to purr. Breaking through that tight control that he had wrapped around his emotions was more than pleasing. He wasn't just an ice king. She'd seen flashes of it in the car, but they had faded far too quickly.

Released she whirled on him and growled. "I am not some doll to manhandle." Even as she said it, his hands went to her dress. The threat of him ripping her dress was barely given heed. She was still giving him that feral little sound from her throat. The sound of the cloth ripping was wet and it made her shiver, her nipples hardening at the force and the barbaric nature. The dress skittered across the floor, carried by the weight of her knife which spiraled out from the pocket at the end. Struggling against him she was pushing at him as he moved to turn on the shower. This time there was a satisfying connection of her elbow to his jaw, the ache of bone on bone sweet. Tired of her fighting she soon found his patience had a limit and Grey resorted to restraining her with his serpent like tail once more. Tugging at her hands, she tried to kick him again, even if it didn't hurt it would make her feel better!

The cold water did earn the shriek she'd yet to utter and she hissed, trying to avoid the cold stream. The cold water was slowly grown used to and she stilled under his hands as he worked his hands into her hair. A lusty sigh left her lips and she leaned back against him some as he began to work the knots out of her hair. She tried to shrug, but merely hurt herself pulling against his tail. "Well, I have never tried it before, and people seem to like it.." Her voice trailed off. Yes, she'd just told him she was a virgin. She'd been willing to hate fuck a stranger to experience it. "So why not try." He'd had an effect on her that not many had and none had ever pushed it to the point that the tiny female had wanted to find out what it was like. For the first time, perhaps in her life, Morana blushed. She'd wanted to try it with him.. but she wasn't going to beg him, nor was she going to stop being who she was.

Lady Jace Beleren · Dec 1, 2022

The position they found themselves in was rather daring. Having settled into the showering after a bit of a wrestle, Grey decided it was time to change the temperature of the water. The cool stream that had coaxed a shriek out of her began to warm at the turn of the handle, going to warm and staying just short of hot. Her body pressed closer as he rinsed her hair clean of blood, causing the water to cascade down his chest and soak his boxer briefs in the front. It mattered very little at this point. She wanted him naked sooner or later.

It was strangely comfortable to wash her hair, taking his time and tugging at the little bundles, finding himself being strangely gentle. Soon, he was running his finger tips along her scalp, going smoothly all the way down to the top of her spine. Between the initial blast of water and his extra attention to her hair, she was mostly clean. Grey had no intention of settling for mostly, but then Morana said something he had never expected.

She was a virgin? This capricious little blood pixie was a virgin? She had never gotten interested in playing with her toys. Not that way, at least. She had never been struck with the need to simply spend a night with another warm body for the thrills. With how she acted, Grey very much doubted she thought the idea was sacred, something to protect. He heartily agreed, having discarded his to some rich friend's daughter so long ago. It was the fact that she decided now was the time. That was what caught his attention. Had she wanted to just satisfy some itch, James would have done. She made that clear too. So, it was him. He was the driving factor. The slightly stain of red on cheeks, having nothing to do with blood for once, was what broke him.

The flow of water disappeared quite suddenly from her hair. The shower head swung on the ribbed piping that connected it to the wall, clanging loudly against the tile walls. It spun a little, splashing them with water a few times before finally settling to face the tile, making a quiet little trickle as the water ran down. The next thing to hit the wall was Morana's back.

Grey kept a firm hold on her wrists with his tail, his hands grasping her hips to keep her against the wall. His eyes, still that bright feline to allow for vision in the dark, were intense, as intense as they had been when he yelled at her only a few minutes prior. They roamed over her body with intensity, taking in those little curves, the swell of her breasts, the hardness of her nipples. He devoured her with his eyes. After watching her night after night, obsessing over her freedom and unbridled fun, he was seeing her a little differently.

He dropped down to one knee a heartbeat later, his face pressing against the porcelain of her belly. She would be his. Not the forced relationship he intended, where he bribed her into being his pet. They would still have that. This would be something else, more primal. No other man had tasted her, taken her for his own. He intended to change that. By the time they went to bed, he would claim every inch, taste every centimeter of her flesh. No matter how much they fought, how much she disobeyed, he would cement himself in her mind as the exclusive source of endless pleasure, wrap a tight leash around her desire and use it to bind her more than any simple possessions could.

"I'm honored that you would give me your first. Such a noble and chaste young lady."

The sarcasm in his voice was thick as his tongue extended, thing and whiplike. It invaded her belly button first, a little flick as his face moved upward, dragging the serpent tongue. As he moved, it extended more and more, revealing the three little black rings that decorated one side. He did not pause for even a second as he lapped up drops of water and moved himself higher and higher. Soon, his long tongue found the first of her hard nipples, wasting no time in coiling gently around it. The little bud offered no purchase to grip, making the slick tongue slide off, stroking over the sensitive skin and brushing against her breast as it wrapped around again. He repeated this a few time, almost pinching her with the monstrous tongue, yet applying only warmth and moisture, the pressure soft and fleeting.

His tongue kept this up long enough to make her nipple slick with saliva, all water licked clean. Slowly, the wicked pink thing retreated into his mouth and he moved his head to her other side. His mouth caught her other nipple between his lips, this time gently sucking on it. As his mouth moved in, his hands shifted. They slid back and under the soaked fabric of her panties. Each set of fingers curled into the curves of her ass, grasping tightly. The difference in size resulting in each hand engulfing her rear completely, the gentle kneading that followed spreading her fully before releasing and letting her cheeks rest together against. He kept this up much longer than he had his tongue, the sucking on her breast getting more intense as he felt his own arousal building. Soon, he had most of her petite breast in his mouth, his teeth scraping skin as that evil tongue worked her nipple inside. His fingers dug harder into the flesh of her ass, nearly brushing against her little hole with how greedily they squeezed. He became so ravenous that he even shifted his fangs away, having no desire to hurt her. Not yet.

Finally, he pulled his mouth away, panting softly against her breast. He rose from his one knee and instead leaned forward, putting them face to face. The look in his eyes was unguarded, the ice man long melted by the sudden heat he felt for her. The tail around her wrists uncoiled for the moment, freeing her. The only thing he continued was the rough massaging of her bottom, too addicted to how perfectly it fit in his hands to stop.

"This is your last chance to back out. If you don't stop me now, this will be a part of your life. You will be mine, same as before, but I will come to you when I want you. I will leave you shaking and breathless. And you may come to me, crawl for me like a needy little animal, present your ass as a request to be fucked and satisfied. You will be my pet, my toy. But, you will own a little part of me in return. Does this sound like what you want?"

Bunny · Dec 2, 2022

Either he took pity on her or he was ready to stop punishing her. Perhaps a mix of both as she'd relaxed against him. Warm water replaced the cold and she could feel its heat slowly soak into her bones. It made the washing of her hair and body easier. A soft little sigh left her as his hands carefully worked through the tangles and knots in her blood caked hair. The waster that ran down her body had been pink and slowly it faded to clear as it ran down her body and swirled at their feet. The nails against her scalp though got the first pleased little purr from his new pet. It was a throaty sound that vibrated in her throat as her eyes drifted close. It was maybe this treatment that had her sharing her little secret with him. While he was perhaps shocked at her little revelation, she wouldn't have understood it. For her, it had never been a driving factor for her. Blood had always been the first and foremost goal with their pain and fear being a close second and third.

He would have been right though, it wasn't as if she'd been saving herself. What she wasn't as aware of was admitting that it was him that had made this a new desire for her. He hadn't missed it though. Her sweet blush on her cheek as she slowly opened her eyes. She'd sense the shift in him but it wasn't until the showerhead fell from his hand, slamming against the wall, showering them with water from below. She'd been looking down at the shower head when she found herself pinned to the cold tile wall, a gasp of surprise leaving her. She'd let her guard down too far, but she found rather than being mad at herself, that she liked how she found herself suddenly. Hands still held above her head, his hands moved to her hips keeping her in place, should she fight this sudden action. Her heart raced beneath the breast that his eyes raked down. He devoured her with his eyes and her thighs brushed together, heat pooling between them. Mor didn't know what that subtle action might mean to him either, how it would tattle on her sudden arousal.

When he dropped to his knee before her she felt her breath catch and she tilted her head to the side, curious. His cheek pressed to the smooth concave of her belly. This was all new to her, it put her off balance. Morana had no idea how he was planning to bind her to him. It might have frightened her to know. Might have made her run. That sort of pleasure was so unknown, she wouldn't know how dangerous it was to allow him to become the source of her pleasure. The next words from him made her roll her eyes. They both knew that the latter wasn't really something that could be used to describe her.

"I'm honored that you would give me your first. Such a noble and chaste young lady."

Snorting softly she shook her head. The sarcasm hadn't been missed. "Such a gentleman..." her own voice echoed his sarcasm. The touch of his tongue made her jump though, ruining the sarcasm and she shifted against the wall. She liked that touch of his tongue, like the feeling of him lapping the beads of water from her skin as he moved higher. The first flicker of his tongue against her nipple had her hands tightening into fists above her head and her breath inhaling sharply. Each coil of his tongue around that sensitive nub made her pull against his tail slightly, a whimper leaving her throat as he shifted his attention to her other nipple. That sound was weak, needy and she should have hated them both for that sound. That little whimper though was nothing as his mouth captured her nipple. Her surprised cry shocked her, eyes closing as that pleasure spiked through her, the pressure between her thighs becoming tighter, little sparks of almost painful need appearing.

Hands moved to her rear, cupping the soft globes. Morana had a pert little ass, a perfect little heart of flesh. Pushing back against his hands she gave a soft little moan, biting her lower lip. Her breast slowly vanished into his mouth as he kneaded her ass. This was just the tip and Morana was already in well above her head. What would eventually come would break her entirely, but in the best of ways. Her breaths, soft little whimpers were an airy chorus of sound that came from her with each inhale and exhale.

When he rose, his breath coming in similar little pants to hers, Morana saw that heat in his eyes. She couldn't stop herself as she smirked at him. "Not an Ice King after all, Asmodeus?" Her voice was playful and almost taunting. His tail left her wrists and she slowly lowered her arms, the sweet ache in her shoulders giving as she slipped her arms around his shoulders. She wanted to be close to him. To be held by him. A new desire to be sure. His own hands had yet to leave her ass. Kneading and pulling at her supple flesh still. His words both made her angry and somehow hornier still. Morana didn't need to consider this.. She should have perhaps taken time to consider, weigh her options. Yet she didn't, she nodded. One word left, breathy and dripping with need.

"Yes."

Lady Jace Beleren · Dec 2, 2022

The little bite of sarcasm in her voice prompted a bit of a smile from Grey, even with his mouth so thoroughly busy with her body. There was something about her open hostility, even when it was playful, that he found charming. Everyone else either licked his boots or needed to be removed. The only other people he had any respect for were the men in leadership and his personal attendants, though he had taken issue with Morana fucking one of the latter in his place. Those were the people who worked with him instead of for him. Morana worked for no one and lusted for pleasures of the flesh, whether it was feeding and killing or the new pleasures he planned to introduce her to. It frustrated him to no end, yet refreshed him as well. Even more refreshing were the sounds he was coaxing out of her, the little motions that betrayed deep needs. Her thighs pressing together made his fingers dig into her perfect little ass harder. The moans from her lips only made him lick more intensely. Oh yes, the Ice King was dead. Long live this twisted relationship.

Her moans were telling him one thing. Her virginity was not a lie. It seemed that even the slightest of pleasures were new to her. She truly had only been driven by the desire to kill, forsaking everything else. It excited him more and more as he realized how shallow her experience was and especially when he considered the depths he could drag her to. While sex was not foremost in his mind on any given day, Grey was creative and Morana attracted him in a way no one else ever had. They would most certainly have fun.

Releasing her wrists, he found her arms suddenly draped around him. It was an affection Grey had not expected. Suddenly, he found his heartbeat pounding to match his breathing. He almost missed her little jab with his first name. Almost. He would make sure to punish her for that later. For now, he was focused on her answer. After her little taunt, Grey thought the vampire would fight, string him along despite both of their obvious needs. Instead, she breathed a single word and it cut directly to his core. That single word made his need throb inside the boxer briefs, the beading moisture disguised only by the water that had soaked them. Leaning close to her ear, his fingers finally released her rear.

"I don't melt often, vampire... I knew you were special the moment I saw those eyes."

His thumbs hooked in the fabric of her panties, appearing for a moment like he might tug them down. Instead, his thumbs shifted to those same lycan claws that had marked her thigh in the car. The fabric split like paper, tearing down the center and parting on either side of her womanhood, only the elastic of the waist holding them together. Stepping closer, he pressed the bulge of his briefs against her belly, his tail sliding down the back of his only remaining garment to pull them down. The moment the waistband went past his erection, it came free. His intense need made it press fully against her body, the head nearly resting between her breasts. It the space between breaths, he had left them both essentially bare to the other.

His thumbs shifted again, returning to normal as his hands returned to their position on her ass. This time, though, he lifted instead of greedily groping. Her arms stayed around his neck as he slid her slowly up the wall. When he had her in the proper position, the head of his cock was resting against her belly button, pressing the same spot he had so playfully licked earlier. He was starving for her now, a slick trail of precum on her skin from how he had lifted her. All he could do was lean close to her ear, panting roughly already.

"Wrap your hands around me. Hold me tight at the base. Just like that... good little monster. Here... This is exactly what you wanted, yes?"

He was so soft and gentle in the moment, even as his length throbbed and twitched violently in her hands. He was ready to be sheathed inside of her. As he spoke, he moved her hips and his own, sliding between her fingers as he moved into position. There was no more waiting. He would make sure she enjoyed herself, but when his head pressed against her sweet little folds and parted her just a little, it was over. The heat and wetness brushed along the tip of his cock, none of it having to do with the shower. All it took was a little more pressure. Morana was so ready for him.

The head of his cock parted her slick walls and slipped inside, her muscles both fighting against every millimeter he entered and embracing him so tightly.

"Tell me, little monster... Tell me your name."

Bunny · Dec 4, 2022

The issues that she presented to Grey and his highly structured life would have been highly pleasing to know. It was just the sort of creature that she was. She enjoyed vexing him and Morana would have also loved to know that even with that frustration she presented him with, that he craved it. That sort of twisted duality in him would have been fascinating, though it wouldn't have changed how she acted around him. No, Morana wasn't like anyone else within his origination and she doubted she'd ever submit to him in the way he desired. Mor honestly thought he knew that too and perhaps that was part of the appeal of her. He'd claimed it was she was a monster too, but had she given it thorough thought Morana might have realized that it was the freedom in which she did.... everything. She wasn't some boot licking underling and for someone so used to that control, Morana would be good for him. But Mor wasn't one to think so logically about such things and far less so when she was in the height of a new desire or need. Much like.. now.

Nails bit into her rear as her thighs brushed together, trying to quiet that building need. The sharp prick of his nails made her gasp and give a little growl, her blue eyes turning tumultuous. The pleasure was overwhelming and they'd only touched the tip of the proverbial iceberg. Morana was already lost to Grey and she didn't even know it yet. There was no turning back, Grey had made that clear and Mor had agreed to tumble down this rabbit hole with him. No second guessing, no other options. She would be his. Not even in the moment or those that would come later would Morana know that it was that single word that had bound the pair together.

"I don't melt often, vampire... I knew you were special the moment I saw those eyes."

There was something about those words that licked a spike of need through her. A new budding desire that likely would match his own. He'd be hers. He'd told her she'd get a piece of him. Morana would accept that for now, but she would have all of him. In the end she'd accept nothing less. That rain of thought, while firm at the start, was fragmented as the sound of her panties tearing beneath the razor sharpness of his claws. Mor shivered and as if the warmth he offered would actually warm her, she cuddled in closer to him as he pressed himself against her. Had she known about sizes, and the fact that Grey seemed to be much larger than other men, she might have been worried as he pressed against the smoothness of her belly. She didn't know what magic he used to pull his own underwear down, she wasn't paying attention.. but soon that soft, velvety shaft was pressed to her belly in truth and she made a sound in her throat. Now pressed between her small breasts, she could feel the heat of his body and Mor gave a soft little purr.

She might have touched him of her own volition had he not lifted her so suddenly. Gasping, she laughed, her arms around his neck tightening as her legs dangled on either side of his waist for a moment as he lifted her to the height he desired. The command that came made her bristle a touch, but she did want to know what he felt like in her hands. So she obeyed, though not without shooting him a disgruntled look. He was warm, thick and throbbed in her hands. It was a new sensation. but it felt like their bodies throbbed in time. Did he ache as she did? That was curious.. Hands slid to the base of his cock, and she would never tell him how calling her good little monster made her feel in the moment. She hated them both for the pleasure it gave her. He moved between her hand and she bit her lower lip, loving the feeling of his cock slipping between her hands, the slippery surface coated in his own need and arousal.

The tip of him brushed against her lips and Mor's body knew instinctively what was to come and a sharp, needy achy throb pulsed through her. Lips parted, fangs glistening in the darkness as the tip of him pushed inside her. Eyes wide she gave a low, needy whimper. Needing more. Wanting more. While he was gentle, the desire driven creature he held aloft wanted more and she wanted it now. A low, desperate growl left her, her blonde hair falling backwards, the sound of bone on tile loud as she fought against her instincts. "Morana.." Her name was gravelly at his demand, given because he'd asked. "Mor.." Both her nickname and a demand of her own. She needed more. More of him. More of this pleasure. She needed that damned ache to stop and it was clear who could fulfill that need.

Lady Jace Beleren · Dec 4, 2022

The sound of breathing was all that filled the room as he waited for her answer. Experience was nothing compared to this. Pleasuring women has been a part of his curriculum in his later years, an important facet of manipulation. He had been with escorts that cost small fortunes per evening and women who has connections almost as powerful as his own. What those encounters lacked passion and need. In the early morning, pressed close together with a murderous blood drinker, passion was absolutely flooding him. The difference it made was impossible to describe.

Her womanhood was clenching around him, scorching the head of his cock. Her voice was just as fiery, burning him deep in his chest. Yet, even as he craved to devolve, to throw away everything else in his life except for the place they met, the need for control overwhelmed his primal urges. Morana threw her head back and gave her name, a demand for pleasure wrapped in her answer. He could give her what he knew she wanted. He could indulge their feral lust and empty his seed deep inside while they both howled in satisfaction. Or, he could torment her into submission, brief as it may be.

"Morana... Mor. My Mor... My little monster. Hold me tight, Mor. I want you to know exactly how you make me feel."

Her hands still tight around the base of his cock, against everything his own body begged for, Grey pulled himself back. The head of his cock slipped free, only the barest amount staying pressed to her so he could keep his game going. A moment later, he pushed forward again, burying the head fully inside with ease. He was slick from her own need, making it even easier the second time. As he entered her again, his cock swelled and beads of precum ran down and into her pussy. Turn, his needy throbbing receded a fraction, the sensation of penetration making him grit his teeth. Except, he did not plunge deeper. Again, he pulled free of her.

He repeated this a dozen times, pulling out of Mor, only to push inside again. Each was accompanied by that needy swell in his cock, enhanced even more by the fingers wrapped around the base. Soon, her pussy was a mess of their mixed need, his precum mixing with her juices and running down between her legs. He could feel the wetness of it on the tips of his fingers, still buried deep in the soft flesh of her ass. His teasing was not without consequence. The head of his cock was overstimulated, his shaft now almost looking bruised from how badly it swelled and overflowed. Morana would he able to feel the difference by now, both in her fingers and the way his tip spread her. There was no more teasing to be done. He could not possibly be more erect, the swelling of his cock with each thrust more of a twitch of need. His teeth were sunk hard into his lip, nearly drawing blood as he stared at the spot where they met. Grey could only imagine how intolerable it had become for his freshly deflowered lover.

"I think you're ready, now. Don't. Let. Go."

The words were strained, the need to drive her wild becoming a two-edged sword. With her fingers still around his base, Grey finally gave in to what they wanted. He pushed his hips forward, letting her weight guide his hands down at the same time. His tip was so slick that there was nearly no resistance aside from the eager squeezing of her walls around him, holding tight to every inch of him, every contour and vein as pronounced as possible. Her fingers touched her own entrance as he pressed against her deepest walls, more of his overflowing precum pouring out inside. He could feel her wetness all the way down to his balls as he finally sheathed himself in her pussy.

Except that he had overdone it. He was so overwhelmed by the sensation and how different this vampire felt compared to his other partners that he lost composure. His head leaned against the wall, burying his face in her neck. The sound he released at from deep in his chest, animalistic in the need is expressed. He groaned and growled and snarled, his grip tightening on her ass and spreading her little hole as wide as it allowed. With loud gasps that swallowed air, his hips began to move.

There was no mercy in his movement, his first thrust just a desperate attempt to get deeper, his head ramming against her back walls before pulling back. This time, his tip did not escape, never leaving her hot folds before he rammer back inside of her. There was a mix of profanity and groaning escaping into her ear as their bodies slammed together.

Bunny · Jan 28, 2023

Had she known his plans for her, she might have refused. Morana was not one to be submissive and yet, she hadn’t ever thought she’d agree to an offer such as his; not that there had ever been one before. No, all that had awaited her was death someday, more than likely at least. She was a monster, she knew that and it was clear even Grey knew it as he called her his little monster. The title actually pleased her. He claimed her, yes, and that should have rankled and yet it didn’t.

What she hadn’t expect was this sort of torture. When he pulled back Mor actually whimpered in frustration. The sound was pathetic and had he not pushed back in a moment later, she might have growled at him. This torture might have a purpose, but Morana didn’t understand it. That each little thrust into her, just the tip, was stimulating her, getting her ready for him in truth, for Grey was not a small man. At first she hadn’t noticed the difference, but she felt him swell each time between her hands, the tip too as it pushed into her folds. The torture went both ways.

This pleased her as much as the nickname.

His hands would leave bruises along her ass. Morana knew that without question and a small part of her reveled in that. Morana didn’t often get hurt, but the few times, she’d cherished the marks, the pain. There was allure in it too. Between her legs was slick with their need, she could feel it slipping down her thighs and had the shower not been running she’d have her the soft splatter of it against the tile. Looking up at him, she gave a small, frustrated growl..

As if in answer he spoke and she nodded, almost as if in reflex to the order that would have normally pissed her off. This time it was so much more than just the tip and her breath came out in a shaky, needy moan of pleasure. She could feel every inch of him inside her, feel how wet they both were, the ease in which he slid into her. The walls of her pussy squeezed at him as his head fell to her shoulder, his breath against her neck still shockingly warm. The sound he made though made her shiver, her tongue flickered against his ear. Though it wasn’t a conscious thought, Morana would follow his orders and she didn’t release him, even if she wanted to bury her hands in his hair.. To feed once more. This time though, that desire was different.

Her back bounded off the wall as Grey began to fuck her. This wasn’t the sweet love making of innocents, it was a rough and hard fucking. Somewhere Morana was dimly aware of this and yet she also knew this had always been what she needed. Would anyone but Grey be exactly what she needed? She couldn’t control the desire any longer, good girl or not, the primal need rose in her as he rammed his cock into her repeatedly. Her hands slipped from his cock and for the first time he buried himself fully within her, her hands slipped into his hair and she pulled at his hair, tipping his head as her head lowered. The touch of her lips was brief as was the wetness of her tongue before she bit him.

His blood was just like it had been. Powerful, dark and rich. Combined with the animalistic fucking it was like setting all her nerves on fire at once. She cried out against his neck, and one hand slid down along his back, her nails biting into his skin as the other curled in his hair as she fed. She couldn’t stop the climax as it hit her. Morana screamed her pleasure, her head falling back, a trickle of his blood a splash of color on his perfect chest. She quivered around his cock and panting her mouth found his.

Lady Jace Beleren · Jan 29, 2023

Grey was unsure of what exactly had taken over. He was a mixture of so many mythical creatures that it was hard to pinpoint what had resulted in his vicious instincts. Whatever part of him was ravaging Mor had long been asleep. It had taken him finding the one thing he truly wanted. Mor was not for his business or his family. She was not here because it would please his father. No, Mor was in his shower, moaning for him and only him. It made this special. Like it was his first time with a woman.

Of course, neither he nor Mor had any interest in acting like sweet virgins. Violence was a part of the monsters they were, the whole reason they were entwined like this. So, his hips were violent. He held her tight, but the rough thrusts were still enough to make her slap against the tiles behind her. It felt incredible to take her like this without having to hold back. Then, her hands slid from around the base of his cock and he went completely inside. He nearly lost control in that moment, in how perfectly they fit one another.

Her fingers tangled into his hair and pulled him back, sending a small ripple of pain down his spine that only made him want to pleasure her more. All Grey could do was snarl, his monstrous nature on full display. He was unsure how long he could last inside of Mor until he felt her mouth on his neck. That would answer his question quickly.

As her teeth sank into his skin, it sent a burning wave of pain through him that made him hiss through his teeth, just as before. Then, just as before, she suckled softly at his neck and his body responded. His cock twitched eagerly inside of her, his back arching along the path of her nails. He could feel his own orgasm begin to build just as she released him from her bite and let out her own howls of pleasure.

The kiss caught him completely off guard, however. He tasted coppery blood, but more than that, he felt her sharp fangs against his lips, his tongue sweeping over one. Without a note of fear or hesitation, he dragged the tip of his tongue along her fang, letting more of his lifeblood free in her mouth. Compared to her bite, it would be just a taste, but this would add a little sweetness to their kiss. All the while, his body moved in rhythm, unwilling to give up the sensation of fucking her.

His orgasm crashed down with an intensity he had never experienced before. All of his pleasure was let loose into her mouth, his groans and growls intensifying as he crested the edge and refused to slow his thrusts. Inside of her, his cock began to spasm as he cake. In that moment, Grey understood why the phrase 'emptied himself inside her' was used. His seed poured out and filled her in moments, the first few shots more than he had ever felt before. His body had no interest in stopping to marvel at the feeling, though. His hips were churning his cum inside her, milking more thick ropes out while making a mess of her pussy. It was dripping down his shaft and her ass in thick drops, swirling down the drain at their feet.

Finally, he pulled free and a thick stream of their mixed orgasm poured free. Breaking free from the kiss, Grey looked down to see the mess they had made of one another. What he saw made him almost growl. His cock stood proud and needy, despite the fact that he was sure he had left more of himself inside her than he believed he was capable of. His chimera biology seemed to have the same feral instincts as his mind. Mor would truly be his before he finally was satisfied.

"Mor, little monster..."

His breathing was heavy, but his hands showed no sign of releasing her. Not yet.

"I think I might have to break your poor little body before I can rest. You are... addicting."

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