𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑 [ᴮᵉˡˡ ⁺ ₐₘᵦₑᵣᵧₙ] {NSFW}

[Amberyn]

Ah, so that was how she got him to shut up. It was probably a good thing, too; it sounded like he was about to make a fool of himself again. It could be worse. He could be a shit kisser. To be fair, if he didn't have... other talents, Leona would have kicked him in the balls by now. Vampire speed be damned. She'd have found a way. Although if Samuel didn't stop playing games with her soon, he was going to lose all those brownie points. There were only so many bullshit powerplays that she was going to take, and yet being made to impale herself on his cock, fucking herself over and over, was incredibly hot. She didn't care how desperate she came across. That ship had long since sailed. He knew what he did to her; she could feel it in the way he kissed her, his tongue fighting for dominance, trying to control her. This time, she didn't let him win, her tongue dancing and twisting, making him work for something. It was a little petty, and she couldn't avoid him forever, not while treating his cock like a dildo. She let him have her tongue, secretly enjoying the way he sucked on it. That made her think of something else she would like him to suck... "Can't you be like fifteen per cent less slutty?"​ The truth was broadcast in his eyes, revealing it to be a joke, but that didn't stop her from losing her temper. "Are you fu-" Her voice cut off with a strangled groan, pain and pleasure entwining. Fucking vampire speed, she cursed, her movements feeling clumsy in comparison. It took her a handful of seconds to stop seeing stars, the pain from her hair being pulled into - what the fuck, pigtails? - called her back to herself, and after a few false starts, she managed to match his pace. His body kept her pinned to the ground, driving her into the gravel. He was no longer holding her wrist, and she didn't waste any time in reaching for him, digging her nails in his back. On some level, she wanted him to bleed, to feel the same stinging pain. Likewise, her other hand gripped his hair, slender fingers wrapping around the dark locks, and every time he pounded her into the ground, he got a taste of his own medicine. He wasn't playing now, consistently increasing the pace, and somehow she kept up. Leona didn't have the awareness to consider how that was possible; she just went with the flow, making harsh, desperate sounds as their bodies collided. She was getting close to another orgasm, her head spinning, and snarled when she felt her head pulled in two different directions. The way he growled her name almost made her lose it, and she crawled her way back enough to scream at him. "Don't you dare fucking stop, Samuel!" It seemed unlikely that he would at this point; he was as far gone as she was. Her nails scraped down his back, her body jerking with each penetration, his cock bruising her while he drove her closer to release. The first orgasm had been incredible, and the second one was blinding in its intensity, pleasure wrapped in pain. She knew she was screaming, incoherent ramblings, maybe his name, she didn't know. All she knew was the crashing waves of euphoria, the feel of him inside her, on top of her, and the feel of his skin as she shredded it with her nails. "Wh-whhat?" Jessica mumbled, her mouth filled with his cock, seconds later, preventing any other questions. He didn't seem to care for her answers, speaking to her when she couldn't answer. He smacked the back of her throat, and she was blubbering around his length, a complete mess. He grabbed her hair again, and she winced, eyes looking anywhere but him. A pitiful whimper gurgled out when the vampire hit the back of her head, pushing her further onto his cock. She was already close to hyperventilating, and the sudden feeling of him in her throat, blocking her air, made her claw at his legs. She didn't know how to handle him in her mouth, and being forced to deep-throat him was a new nightmare. He was still speaking to her, something about being slutty... the rest was gone in a blur of panic, and suddenly she could breathe. Her hands went to her throat, holding it while she coughed, an excess of spit dripping from her lips. He gave her mere seconds to recover, the pain of her roots taking over from the throb of her throat. Jessica just stared at him, trying to digest what he said. She wasn't that naive; she'd fingered herself in private, exploring her body like most teens did. It was the idea of doing it in front of someone else, in front of this bastard who seemed to think she could magically turn her arousal on just because he demanded it. He didn't like that, and she weakly reached after the glasses he tossed away. "No-no, please...!" she begged weakly, squeaking beneath the fingers that abruptly wrapped around her throat. Jessica squinted at the blurry figure in front of her, her fingers weakly scraping at his arm. He held her up easily, her toes touching the ground. Fingers forced their way between her thighs, and she jerked at the feel of them probing between her lips. He finally seemed to understand and asked the right question. A squeeze of her throat accompanied his demand for her to remain silent, and meekly she nodded her head, her shame written across her pretty face. It wasn't that she didn't want to. She liked boys. They just didn't seem to like her. Her throat bobbed beneath his hand, eyes widening at the proclamation, his words burning into her. It seemed unreal that she had gone from no one wanting anything to do with her to someone fucking her five minutes after meeting her. A few seconds passed, and then she began to move, gingerly at first. His fingers were dry, and she was terrified. It didn't feel good, and she bit her lip to stop herself from crying out. Gradually, her body warmed up to his touch, fear giving way to desperation. She tried to count the time in her head and lost count several times. It was easier to look away from him, to pretend that she was somewhere else, anywhere else. There were no moans, but she managed to kickstart her arousal enough to dampen his hand.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

First. The first. The realisation that Vincent was the first vampire burned inside the vampire, like a pyre. He was the first to drive his cock into her throat. His cock was the first the girl choked on. "I will be the first and the last man to fuck that tight cunt of yours." The vicious cruelty seemingly emanated from Vincent. He smelled of violence; he looked like malevolence incarnate. There was nothing the girl could say, do, promise, offer, negotiate, or do to make him stop. To ever make him stop. The realisation of her future was weighing on her. That offer, to rub herself on his fingers, on her own, was probably the kindest thing he would ever offer to her. His eyes burned with an unholy glow. Even for a vampire. Vampires were predators; this one was a feral monster. He didn't seem to care that she tried to claw at his hand, which held her almost in the air, it didn't matter. He would drink as much of her blood as required later to heal all his wounds. She was his first-aid kit from now on. Even if she didn't know the details of his plan, Jessica would be able to see the coldness in the way his hand forced her to her toes. Instrument, to show Samuel that he was just as good as he is. Instrument to use to heal. Instrument, to use and maybe even eventually sacrifice. Becoming a vampire corrupted everyone, but corruption in Vincent, in a way, was perfection. In the ideal world, it would be studied, extracted and placed in a museum. In this world, his fingers lazily moved in response to Jessica's honest attempts to make herself feel anything. To arouse herself. There was no fucking way she would achieve this goal. She could try; she could become somewhat damp. But Vincent no longer looked to fuck her wet cunt. His fucking, vicious smile only widened. "A minute passed, and you are barely wet." His fucking voice dripped with excitement, excitement to feel the way the girl would scream as he penetrated her. "Do you want to keep trying, or give up and get on with that?" His cock actually hardened at the realisation of how desperate the girl must be. This would be her first time. She would never forget him; he would burn into her psyche, and he wouldn't even need to be there for her to shudder and cry. He didn't wait for her to answer; he pulled the fingers, the last hope, of a less painful encounter away, stripping away the last illusion of mercy. As if to mock. The couple outside screamed each other's names. They seemed to have fun. Vincent no longer cared for Samuel; he had so much more fun, while that weakling worked too hard on his slave. They existed to please vampires, serve them, and be disposed of. Vincent didn't even have to think about what he was doing next. His hand pressed against Jessica's collarbone, and he pushed with his vampire strength. The girl was sent flying a few meters, landing on her back, the ground marked her shoulder blades with a myriad of tiny cuts, her head "hitting" the hedge wall, something that would have given her a concussion if it were solid. And then, as if this wasn't enough, she felt him grab her ankle and drag her away from the wall. The wall of air hit her like a tsunami when he landed on her, and then, for a moment, he smiled, not like a monster, but with some kindness. His fingers brushed against her cheek. "You are so beautiful." The man said, he opened his mouth, as if to kiss her, he leaned in, the tip of his tongue brushed her lips, his fingers trailed along her side. Like a lover, not an abuser. And then he laughed. Just like before, she didn't need to look him in the eyes to see desire for violence and cruelty. He tried to be kind. He hated it, despised it. He'd given her a last illusion that her life, maybe, possibly would not totally suck, and then shattered it. The next thing she felt was pain, like she had never experienced. When he aligned his cock, and without any preparation, any word, or sign pushed inside, balls deep, breaking through her hymen. "Whose property are you?" He asked her, and when she didn't answer, he thrust into her again. " Whose property are you bitch?" There was some kind of universal truth in the way his cock was buried in the young woman. In the way their hard nipples brushed against each other. In the way their tongues licked and wrestled in something unholy, that could no longer be considered a kiss. "Fuck." He wasn't sure if he said it, screamed it, or growled. Samuel didn't give a damn as he pounded the girl, as he felt the second in the row climax approach. Not something he expected to happen, given the stressful situation, the fight, the ritual. Who the fuck was he trying to fool? He could fuck her for the rest of the evening. Maybe he just would. After they seal the deal. Her nails shredded his back, sealing their unholy contract. Spurring him to fuck her harder, stronger, faster. Whatever restraints they had no longer applied. "I'm … to … your fucking cunt." The words were eaten by their kiss, the need to grasp for air, and he started to explode in her again. He roared, and he heard Leona, their bodies slammed against each other, and he could feel each vibration in her lungs and cords, the air that mixed in their "kiss". He could have sworn that he heard some other screams, of pain. His mind did not care. He was about to explode. His grip tightened on her "pigtails", the head pressed harder against her walls, hitting her spots. And then he started to explode, without dropping the pace, moving with the same ferociousness, just louder. This time, he didn't leave her. He kept the pace until he couldn't any more, and collapsed. "Jesus ass eating Christ. What the actual fuck." The man spoke into her neck. He found his lips wrap around her earlobe, and then he giggled.

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[Amberyn]

Jessica had expected him to be disgusted, and was utterly confused and horrified at his proclamation. Wait... he what...? She didn't know much about how this whole hunter thing was supposed to work; her father had been less than forthcoming, her mother long dead. As the elder child, she was the first to come to Thornemere, and as far as she was aware, hunters belonged to the clan, not a particular vampire. Not that Jessica was going to correct him. She tried to do what he demanded, rubbing herself back and forth on his fingers. It didn't help that she kept shrinking back from the way he looked at her. Like she was food, a whore, and nothing at the same time. Inexperienced, terrified, and standing on her tiptoes, her arousal was a lost cause, and they both knew it. It was actually a relief when he took pity on her, calling time early. She didn't like the way his smile grew at her pitiful attempt to get herself off on his hand, and she trembled, her body stilling, her head shaking mutely. Shaking in response to his question or the whole situation in general was anyone's guess. He wasn't gentle when he pulled his hand back, and she flinched, knowing that whatever was coming next was going to be worse. She didn't even scream when he hit her, sending her flying. It all happened too fast; one moment she was being held by the throat, the next she was sprawled on the floor, her head nestled in the bushy wall. Jessica wasn't sure if he meant for the hedge to save her from a concussion or not. It didn't matter; he was dragging her by the ankle, and this time she did scream. She didn't stop even when he appeared on her out of nowhere, every movement highlighting just how out of her depth she was. She had no chance, she realised glumly, her mouth snapping shut. Screaming was just making her throat hurt. No one was coming to save her. No one had waited for her at the start. This was it. Then he smiled, not in that cruel way that was already too familiar, but like a normal person. She stared, not understanding what had changed or why his touch was now gentle, fingertips softly dragging over her cheek. "You are so beautiful."​ Jessica frowned, stammering, "Wh-what?" Her eyes widened as he leaned closer, mouth open, her heart pounding for an entirely different reason. She had kissed boys before; she knew what was happening, and despite everything, she let him fool her, her mouth opening to let him in. He had her right up until he laughed, the sudden sound hitting her like a whip, cracking her already fragile sanity. Total panic set in, that laugh triggering an instinctive response. This was a predator, and she was his prey, and she wasn't ready to die just yet. She lashed out at him, hitting, kicking, scratching, anything to get him off her, and he ignored it all. She couldn't save herself, and the pain that came left her screaming, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. Was she dying? The pain changed, not necessarily easing, but becoming something else. There was more than one way to die, and when he thrust into her a second time, demanding her answer, Jessica felt something wither and die inside her. "Y-yours," she choked out, feeling her fate seal around her. Leona gave up trying to keep up with his pace, her second climax making everything floaty, letting her body adjust to the unforgiving rhythm he set. He tried to say something, and she was not at all sorry when she silenced him with her lips again. Kisses, licks, bites, their mouths met in a feverish attempt to touch each other, her hands on his back and in his hair, his yanking on her hair. She rode out her orgasm in a river of pleasure, offset by just the right amount of pain to keep her anchored. He watched her the whole time, taking in every little shudder, every moan. She felt him join her, filling her for the second time, and he had her full attention. Fuck he was gorgeous. Her hand slipped from behind his neck, reaching to brush his hair away from his face, leaving her an unobstructed view of him. By the time he collapsed, she was already still beneath him, stroking his hair while she tried to catch her breath. He cursed and then started giggling, and she just stared up at the night sky, feeling like she was up there with the stars. The problem with highs was that they weren't sustainable, and the higher they were, the harder the fall back down to earth. And Leona crashed back down painfully, the dead weight of the vampire on top of her making her feel the other aches from their union. The bruises, the scrapes and cuts, and oh shit, the bites. She dropped her hands away from him, lifting one to her throat, feeling the wound there before probing the one at the back of her neck. The second was the sorer of the two, although the first... Jesus, the first. She groaned, realising what she had done. She wanted to yell at him, to demand to know what he had done to her. Unfortunately, she remembered all too well how she had gone to him. Her skin crawled, his weight suddenly unbearable, and she started to try to shove him off. She needed him to move; she needed her fucking clothes. Shit, he was still inside her... memories of how good that felt threatened to overtake her common sense and this time she slapped a lid on it. "Get the fuck off me," she demanded, still trying to push him off.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

"Maybe." Vincent felt his cock drag along Jessica's barely wet cunt. Each move is heavy with friction, each thrust burning the young woman. "If I'd known, you'd be that frigid." Even then, the vampire knew exactly what to say to rip through the pain and shock of the young woman and add some more. "Would have fucked you in the arse from the get go." He laughed, his nostrils expanded, the aroma of her sweet blood. "Next time you suck my cock, you might want to cry less and put more soul into it, and more saliva." The vampire chastised her, each word soaked in unapologetic, sadistic lust for control, total and absolute. Blink. Fuck, this was beautiful. Samuel's mind was able to form words again. He fucking loved how passionate she was. Every scratch she left on his back sang to him, like those fucking birds in Disney movies. It was a pity he was a vampire, and those get healed in less than an hour. Every scratch was a reminder of how he took her. How she screamed his name. Blink. His eyebrows furrowed. 'Did I fucking giggle?' The vampire realised he was happy to be a vampire again. Vampires didn't blush. Not that anyone would notice him blushing after the blood-soaked fuckfest of this level of depravity. Blink. “Get the fuck off me,”​ 'Right.' He started to move slowly, shit, she felt so fucking good. His no longer hard, but still stiff cock almost fought for its God given right to stay in her drenched depths. And then he stopped, not because of the god given right. She was angry at him; was it because he giggled? He needed to explain himself. 'But I can't tell her that I wasn't laughing at her, with my cock just swinging in the air.' He needed to talk to her, now, not after he would get off her, and then dress, and comb his hair; he needed to tell her now. Samuel lifted himself on one elbow, his lips no longer in contact with her skin. "Stop. Stop. Fuck. Stop hitting me. I'll…" He slid back into her. Fuck it still felt good, even after two orgasms. It made her angrier, though. Louder too. "Explain! I will explain everything," he told her, thinking that she wanted to know why the fuck he giggled. Not the rest of what happened. She kept hitting him. Suddenly, this was no longer sexy or fun. "Bitch. Will you fucking quit it? I'm trying to talk to you." I probably should pull out. It was hard to figure out what the etiquette of arguing with somebody was right after an extremely rough fucking session. Twice. The vampire bit his lip to stop himself from smiling smugly. He fought back, grabbing her by the shoulders and sliding his grip down to her wrists. He dragged them above her head, and she proceeded to use her legs. With him still inside her, and with her legs and hips in constant motion, it left them even more confused. He didn't have time to focus on those particular sensations of pleasure and worry that she would manage to kick his balls with her heel. "Shut the fuck up." The vampire growled at her, now with a different kind of passion and impatience. Grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and covered her mouth with his now liberated palm. "I was not giggling at you." He started. "I'm not good with expressing my…" he stumbled, the word was feelings, but for some reason it was so fucking hard to say it, "my…" fu-u-u-u-uck "FEELINGS." He almost screamed the word at her. And then he saw something in her eyes. She wasn't better, she was just as pissed, but now also confused. "That's not why you are…like that?" The vampire asked, his voice suddenly calm. Shit. I could have just slid out of her and kept my cock between us. The thought occurred to him in hindsight. A slight improvement in the etiquette. "Ok, key, I'm going to slowly stand up. If you stop biting into my hand, and stand a few steps away from you." The vampire said. "Maybe we'll get dressed first, and then we'll talk." He added, slowly pulling out from that fucking sweet cunt of hers. Should have eaten her out before I pumped her with my cum twice. And then another thought followed right after. Samuel. Shut the fuck up, man. As he tried to regain control and push the lust out of his mind. Would have loved to make out with that cunt, though. Suck her lips, tease her clit with my fangs. Slurp her juices. Loudly. So she could…SHUT THE FUCK UP, SAMUEL. It would feel so fucking good to scrape her clit with his fang, though. He was pulling his trousers, trying to look nonchalant, when he heard sobs. Then a male voice. They weren't loud, and most of the noise would be muffled by the undergrowth. "Here, you look pathetic, wear my shirt, can't have my slave be naked in front of everyone to ogle." Samuel overheard Vincent, wondering what had happened. He struggled, shoving his still semi-erect dick into the tight leather pants. "Right…so, you are angry at me for some reason?" The vampire realised the stupidity of what he had just said. He remembered how he almost took her in London, how he took her now. She did enjoy it, though. He decided to stick to the plot. He put his left thumb into the belt and lifted his right hand before slamming it down. "Lay it on me. We are a unit now."

 

[Amberyn]

He started to move, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Everything would be fine. No, it wouldn't, but everything would, could, be manageable. She could do this. She was doing it until Samuel stopped, and she groaned, partly at the feel of him moving inside her, more so that he had stopped. Or that was what she told herself. It was extremely easy to turn her annoyance with her own needy pussy on him, and she bashed him with her hands, not bothering to make fists. Leona just lashed out, "What the hell are you doing?" she seethed. Explain? Explain?! What was there to fucking explain? You take it out. It wasn't that difficult an instruction! That thought just made her hit him harder. Calling her a bitch was probably the worst move, only clarifying that she hadn't just screwed a vampire, she'd screwed a dumb one. It was quite clear that she didn't want to talk; she wanted him OFF HER. Panic joined her annoyance, the two merging to make her movements more manic. It was the tipping point for Samuel, and Leona found her arms yanked above her head. It was too familiar, her inner walls clenching around him, her arousal peaking its annoying head and she brought her knees up to smack his legs and torso. In doing so, she made it ten times worse; her thoughts spirally into depravity, each jerk of her pelvis doing something. It just wasn't the something she wanted. "For fuck's sake, get off. It's not hard!" Oh fuck, really Lee? He had already giggled once, and even she had to bite back the childish impulse to laugh at her choice of words. Mentally face-palming, she felt him adjust his grip on her wrists, and she took the chance to pry a hand free. Her failure was emphasised by the hand that he placed over her mouth. Well, that was one way to stop her from saying more stupid shit. Peering past his palm, she settled down when he started speaking. Giggling? Why was he... oh for fuck's sake. She rolled her eyes as he started rambling about feelings. It was one fuck, ok, two fucks, two amazing fucks... focus, Lee. She sank her teeth into his palm, looking to distract herself as well as catch his attention. Raising her eyebrows at him, she gave him a very pointed look and sighed when he finally caught up. Why am I like this?! BECAUSE YOU DON'T GET UP. And having him still in her was beginning to drive her crazy, and she did not have a round three in her. A round three was not happening, no siree, she told herself. The dark voice that had whispered to her earlier seemed to be gone. Apparently, her inner whore was satisfied for now. She gave him a slight nod, looking sheepish when he had to remind her to stop biting him. Whoops, she didn't even realise she was. Now you know what it feels like, you prick, she thought smugly, loosening her jaw. What was he whining about? It wasn't like she had drawn blood. Such a baby, considering what he had done to her. What she had asked for, she realised with a start, replaying that exact moment when she bared her neck to him... fuck fuck fuck. Leona tried to focus on what he was saying. Getting dressed sounded good. The talking part, Leona could do without. A moment later, he did exactly what she wanted, leaving her feeling empty, her pussy aching for him to come back. No, nope. No. Rolling onto her side, she reached for her trousers, tugging the skintight material up roughly. She got them up to her thighs and lay back down, putting her weight on her upper back and lifting her ass. It drove more gravel into her wounds, and now, without the distraction of sex, she felt every little bite of the sharp stones. Only vampires would have gravel in a maze they used for a ritual like this. Hissing at the pain, she pulled her trousers up over her rump, tugging the zipper up. She was reaching for her boots when Samuel spoke, and she paused, holding her boot above her foot. Her hand trembled with rage, and for a moment she almost threw the shoe at him. Realising that would leave her to walk barefoot on the hellish path, she thought better of it, choosing to ignore him. Slave. Who the fuck did he think he was? Who do you belong to? You. The memory slammed into her. She almost dropped her other boot, fumbling with it while she studiously didn't look at him. She'd said that. She had fucking said it. Leona stared at her boot for a long moment, jerking when he asked her if she was angry with him. The boot went on, and she was on her feet, looking at him in disbelief. It took her a moment to realise she was still partially naked, and she mumbled a curse, turning around. With her back to him, she grabbed the leather bunched at her waist, angrily tying it behind her neck. It dug into her skin, and she didn't care. "Lay it on me. We are a unit now."​ She whirled back to him, icy eyes livid. Her finger was out and pointing at him, stabbing the air furiously. "We are not anything," she seethed, "And I am not your fucking slave." Poor choice of words. Again. She didn't give him a chance to mock her, letting her anger carry her past him; she stormed off into the maze. It took her two turns before she realised she had no idea where she was, or where she was going. Another turn, a dead end, and grumbling under her breath, she conceded that she had to go back. To him. Snarling Leona turned on her heel, going back the way she came until she found him. "How do we get out of this shithole maze?" No apology, no admission of how stupid she looked for storming off. The look she gave him dared him to go there and see if his balls were still attached afterwards.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

"You are my hunter," Samuel said slowly, buttoning up his shirt, but it didn't seem like the phrase registered. Leona was already on her way out of the small clearing in the maze. He wondered if he should follow her, but stopped. Basic maths told him that there were no more hunter-less vampires in the maze. And could catch up to her. Catch her. He could just leap over the fucking walls after all. Maybe a little bit of alone time would help her. His cock, still wet, still pulsating, in his pants disagreed with him. Vehemently so. But Samuel's attention was quickly drawn by another set of wet sounds. Margo and Zach. They were still on top of each other. "Probably should separate you two, or you'll fuse together or something," Samuel said out loud, and approached the "kissing couple." His smile widened with every step. "You chaps are even dirtier than we were over there," Samuel said, and pressed his foot against Margo's side, ready to push her over, when something stung him. His fucking consciousness. There was something wrong about just pushing her over. "Fuck." He grabbed her with a full intention to move her over when Leona stormed back in. "Oh. What a surprise, you are back," Samuel said, and started to peel Margo's face off Zachary's. Presenting the young woman with a truly grotesque show of blood and gore. "Give me a moment." He carried her next to the other vampire. He looked at her, realising that he could have made a dick joke, but it was too late. Fucking Margo and fucking consciousness, he should have just pushed her with his foot instead of trying to separate them with care. He lifted his eyes. "The sex hair suits you." He said, satisfied with himself, he walked towards her. "Let's go, finish the ritual. We'll talk about your manners later." He said and simply walked past her. "Follow." He barked a single word and smiled to himself. Eight people, four hunters and four vampires, stood; they were no longer split in groups by species. Now they stood in pairs. Dishevelled, messy hair, scratched. None of them noticed the state of Jessica, though. The rest still wore their clothes; some were ripped here and there, some just visibly beaten. Only Jessica wore nothing but the shirt of her master, Vincent, who was standing shirtless next to her. Only Theodor noticed it, though; the rest of the vampires and his assistant were too busy being in their heads. But even then, Theodor's attention was brought not to the state of Jessica, but to the fact that she was with Vincent. He overheard rumours that she was clan Veszteség's favourite, and yet Samuel chose a different Hawthorne? Theodor approached Samuel first and handed him a red-steel knife. Forged with blood magic. "I see the young are rebellious," Theodor said, his presence radiating warmth, but also threat. He looked at Leona, giving her the impression that maybe he was speaking about her. "I can't wait to hear from your aunt," Theodor said and moved to Suzana. Anastasia followed him, but she quickly looked at Leona and then gave that special flirty look that meant somebody had got in trouble with Samuel. Samuel managed to stop the sigh that was building up in his chest. Fucking vampires, everyone knew each other, and they were all immortal, they would all know each other forever. This wasn't the first time the young vampire realised it, but every time the understanding was a little deeper. Samuel smiled at the petite elven assistant and threw a knife in the air, checking its balance and showing off a little. Purely subconsciously. He looked at Leona, who was busy shooting lightnings at him with her eyes, "Ready to drink some of my blood for a change?" That wasn't exactly true. She did drink his blood, a little here and there. He still remembered her teeth on his palm and a little on his cock, before they settled into the rhythm and she started to devour him. That was mostly his fault, the rapidity with which he pushed his member…oh, for fuck sake, stop thinking about how her tongue moved as she started to inhale your cock. Theodor finished giving ritual knives to the students. "This night, we remember the war that ended. This night, we remember the peace that lasted four hundred and thirty-seven years and will last a thousand more. This night we unite. This night, we heal our hunters with our gifts." Samuel never believed in this bullshit. There was a war, and vampires won. So the hunter clans kept paying the tribute. He had no complaints about the fact. Just didn't believe in the crap about the peace. The four vampires slashed their wrists with the ritual knives in unison. Samuel turned to Leona, his attention now undivided. He felt his blood trickle along his palm. He moved his bleeding hand aside and cupped her nape with the other. This was the first touch they shared since she came back to the clearing; both had kept their distance, for their own reasons. "I offer you my blood. For peace." Samuel said, and curved his lips in a shrug. I know, you know. And moved his hand to her lips. "Drink." He added and closed his eyes in ecstasy.

 

[Amberyn]

Somehow, Leona managed to refrain from strangling him, and they were now standing next to each other in front of Theodor and Anastasia. Each hunter stood with a vampire, and she heard Samauel's voice echo in her head. You are my hunter. Urgh, the way he had said it after she'd told him she wasn't his slave. As though the two were mutually exclusive. No wonder there was a ban on hunters telling their children what went on at Thornmere. The clans would have a mutiny on their hands. Instead, here she was, hundreds of miles away from home, waiting for the next part of the ritual, whatever the fuck that was. It apparently involved a wicked-looking knife. The blood red blade was a little too on point even for vampires, although she had to admit it was pretty. An eyebrow rose as Theodor spoke to Samuel, and she met his gaze, chin lifting a little. That was the second person who had mentioned his aunts, and she was about to cast a look at the other female hunter when Anastasia caught her attention. Oh, she knew exactly what that look was about, and she shot one back. Jealous you, Elven bitch? The possessive desire to claim Samuel as hers caught her off guard, and she looked away, the spin of a blade catching her attention. She rolled her eyes as Samuel played with the blade... until she caught the smile he offered Anastacia. Envy flared up, and when he turned his attention to her, she didn't bother dulling her annoyance. He'd pursued her, and here he was flirting with another woman. Oh yes, she was giving him a look that could kill. One that he promptly ignored to... wait.. "What?!" she hissed, incredulous. Another thing that was missed out in the Thornmere prospectus. Not that she should be surprised, she was dealing with vampires after all. Thankfully, Theodor was talking again, giving her something else to focus on. She tore her gaze from Samuel to look over the other pairs, giving them a more substantial look as Theodor prattled on about peace. Studying the other hunters and vampires helped her keep her mouth shut, to swallow her reaction to the propaganda being spouted. The big, silent one was standing behind a dark-haired woman, while the other male hunter was standing uncomfortably alongside a male vampire. It was the other female, the other Hawthorne, that caught her attention. The poor girl was cowering behind a dark-haired vampire, wearing only his shirt. There were bruises and scratches all over her, and was that a crack in her glasses? Eying the vampire with disgust, Leona felt a protective urge to smack the prick. Not to mention a little guilty. If Samauel had gone after her instead of Leona... a violent shiver shook her suddenly. If he hadn't, she'd be in the hands of Zachary or Margo, or worse, the asshole who had clearly brutally assaulted the other hunter. It was a little callous, but it wasn't her business, and she had her own problems to deal with. The red blades moved at the same time, and she gulped at the sight of Samuel's blood welling up from the cut. Leona froze, following the line of blood trickling into his palm. Samuel took advantage of her fixation to bring his hand behind her, pressing his hand directly on the bite there. It made her jerk out of her trance, his hand gentle but firm. She sighed, resisting the urge to roll her eyes as he uttered ritual words. His expression said that he wasn't drinking the Kool-Aid, and that placated her a little. There was also the matter of his bleeding wrist, which he brought up to her mouth. With a silent curse, she parted her lips, tasting his blood. It didn't taste that much different to human blood, a little bitter, and she recognised it from earlier when they were... it was so easy to lose herself in those thoughts, her mouth latching onto his wound. If anyone had told her she would find drinking a vampire's blood pleasant, she'd have laughed them off. Shit. Pleasant was too mild a word. There was something dangerously enticing about the blood filling her mouth, and the way her tongue lapped at his wound was downright erotic. She stifled a moan, reaching for him and fisting her hands in his shirt. She could feel the blood entering her system, healing the wounds from the fight and everything else... the bite beneath his hand sealed, as did the one on her throat. The stinging cuts on her back were gone in an instant, and she sighed, feeling better than ever. The power from his blood was a heady thing... right up until it wasn't. Pain flared up her spine, a thousand needles burning into her skin. She yanked her head back away from his wrist, eyes flashing open as she cried out. It took her a minute to realise what was happening. Her mark. The ritual. Fucking vampires. Nothing could be simple. When she got the first part of her mark tattooed, the magic had tingled. This didn't tingle, this burned. "Shit!" she groaned, feeling her legs buckle. She grabbed onto Samuel, her hands sliding down his body, her knees hitting the ground in front of him. It put her eye level with his groin, and she barely got to register how fucking undignified the whole thing was before she doubled over onto all fours. The grunts and cries from the other hunters told her they were in the same boat, and as the pain became a bit more manageable, she was able to think straight. Leona had seen her mother's mark often enough to know what was taking shape on her back: a dagger along her spine, decorated with whatever symbol was associated with clan Veszteség. It would be a stunning piece of art, but it was a brand nonetheless. As the magic swept over her skin, infusing her with Samuel's symbol, it was easy to see why the vampires viewed their hunters as slaves. It took a few minutes, and then the magic subsided, leaving her panting on the ground.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

Samuel let his slip from the back of her head and down her back, where the tattoo was self-immolating itself, embroidering itself into her skin. He intended to caress her, but instead he found his palm splay across her lower back, feeling the heat produced by the spell, and offering his claim a support. It wasn't long before the young vampire realised that he had a grin on his face. He made a step towards her, his chest pressing against her side, his lips pressed against her ear. "I see you like sucking my blood." He started, the satisfied smile on his face must have been audible to the girl. He buried himself in her hair, oblivious to the state of the other claims. "Almost as much as you like sucking my cock." He felt her teeth pierce harder into his hand; the predatory purr of a big cat formed in his lungs and travelled all the way out, reverberating against her body. He bit her earlobe and felt it heal in real-time, and then he realised that the numerous scratches he inflicted upon the girl by taking her on the sharp gravel were healed. Her skin is smooth under his palm. For a few moments, the room was filled with the sounds of barely contained moans, until it all ended. "Enough," Theodor uttered a single word. The command wasn't followed immediately, but within seconds, everyone did line up. Moans were replaced by the sounds of students wiping their mouths and hands, and clearing their throats. This was when Samuel's eyes met Vincent's. He was looking at his woman. My claim. She is not my woman. I'm probably already thrown to somebody else. Samuel raised his chin in a nod to Vincent, and the other vampire looked at him. Samuel had to give it to him; he looked fucking cool bare-chested. His girl was sexy, with that shirt barely covering her sex. He was about to whisper something dirty in Leona's ear when he felt something off. What is wrong with her? What did he do to her? He noticed an errant thought as he gave Jessica another look. Instinctively, his hand wrapped around Leona's waist. This time, not to claim, control, or even to show off. Just one predator protecting his partner from another. There was something off about this couple. Suddenly, all the bravado went away, his hand tightened around Leona, and then he was forced to let go. That wasn't an appropriate display. "You may retreat to your rooms," Theodor said and waved his hand. He looked at Anastasia, as if he could give the young woman a silent set of instructions, as the vampire students thanked him and left the room. "Thank you, Elder, Sanizal!" The four voices echoed. Samuel felt a tactical urge to let Vincent leave before him, to keep the vampire in front of him. That wasn't an appropriate display either. His clan was of higher status than Carnarius. The room was spacious, and surprisingly unvampire-like. The two almost froze upon entering it. "Hm," Samuel said slowly. "The university is supposed to tailor the room to owners," Samuel said, gesturing at the vast library and lush collection of plants. "…is that your nerdy doing?" The vampire asked. He quickly moved towards the pile of luggage. Three suitcases, two backpacks, and three garment bags for his suits, which sat in contrast next to the single backpack Leona was allowed. "The single bed is also your doing, darling?" Samuel asked. He knew very well why there was a single bed. It didn't mean he wasn't going to enter a sparring match with the young woman. He picked the garment bags first and proceeded to unwrap his suits, hanging them in the large wardrobe. Then the bastard started to undo his shirt. "I think I'd love to have a shower, after all that fucking on gravel," he said, turning towards Leona and slowly walking to her, peeling his shirt away.

 

[Amberyn]

The room was not at all what she expected from a vampire University. Ok, fair enough, it wasn't just for vampires, but they ruled over every other aspect, why not the building decor too? It was actually cosy and looked like something out of a fantasy movie. Leona edged into the room, cutting a look in Samuel's direction when he explained the way rooms worked. Huh, that explained a lot. There were parts of the room that felt so... her that it was a little intimidating. The library was gorgeous, and she couldn't help smiling at that, offering a shrug in response. She was too busy taking everything else in that she hadn't noticed the bed. Pivoting to it, she frantically looked about, hunting for the second bed. "Shit," she muttered, her panic growing when she watched Samuel start to unpack, start to settle in. Into their room. Nope. As nice as the room was, she was not fucking staying here. Not with him. Her decision made, she started to walk back towards the door, only to find him heading towards her, his shirt half undone. Leona stumbled to a halt, anger replacing panic, offering him a chilling look. He was still stalking towards her, his shift revealing the toned body that had... she shut the thought down and tightened her jaw. "No one's stopping you, now get out of my way. I'm going to find another room."

 

[Dr Bellwright]

"I'll leave the shirt for you to wear." The vampire said, smiling, seemingly ignoring the girl's words, he threw it on the back of the armchair. "It smells of us. Me, mostly, of course." Samuel smiled. He put his arm on Leona's shoulder, stopping the young woman in her tracks. "When you stormed off in the maze, I let you go. I can let you go now, too, but that won't end well." He felt her trying to wiggle from his grip. He forced her to turn and felt his cheek ignite after the slap she issued. She could be fast, too. He didn't take the hint that she didn't want to be touched, and her hand was stinging from the slap before she registered what she'd done. "It won't end well?" she repeated, shaking her head with disdain, "What part of any of this has ended well?" For her, anyway, he seemed to be having the time of his damn life. It was hard to be angry at the girl; the fucking slap was so sweet. He shoved her against the wall, right next to the door. His knee was right there, his favourite place in the bloody universe. Between her warm thighs. He inhaled, his pecs pressed against her chest. "Are you trying to provoke me? To discipline you, again, so soon?" He pressed his forehead against hers, her head against the wall. She gasped as her back hit the wall, the door inches away and completely out of her reach. His knee beat hers to his groin, pushing between her legs and spreading them. Fire raced through her veins, and the squirm she gave in protest was half-hearted at best. Right up until he mentioned discipline, then she jerked to life, hands pushing at his chest, growling in frustration when he didn't move. He grabbed her hands and slowly moved them behind him, placing them on his ass. "I know what you want to squeeze that ass." Vampire inhaled through his teeth and looked straight at Leona. He felt his manhood press against the leather pants; he knew she felt it too. His mind was split on the opinion. Part of it thought they should have a serious talk, part wanted to go round too. "You know, you are not human, right?"

 

[Amberyn]

When he gripped her hands, she felt a shot of adrenaline, expecting him to pin them above their heads as he had done before. Relief and disappointment warred with each other when he didn't, bringing her hands around to his ass. She pressed them to his leather-clad ass, regretting it immediately when he echoed her thoughts. It was hard to focus with him so close, with the feel of him pressing into her, reminding her of just how good it would feel to give in... Leona blinked, yanking her hands back from his ass. "What the fuck are you talking about?" He dragged his forehead across her face and to her temple. His lips pressed against the bite mark, which somehow didn't heal when everything else did. The tip of his tongue traced the marks. Now that he had her attention, he could play a little with his prey. He stopped abruptly, raising his head, levelling his eyes with hers. By no means businesslike, his thigh still pressed against her sex, and he relaxed his hands for now. He didn't answer her, using her confusion as a distraction, his lips finding the bite on her throat. Hadn't that healed? Apparently not; she could feel his tongue lapping at the marks. For a moment, she thought he had bitten her again, attributing her sudden dizziness to blood loss. No, she felt fine; it was just the feel of him reminding her of the bite. Her hands rested on the edge of his pants, drawn there despite her insistence that she didn't want anything to do with him. "Three vampires fighting for little Leona?" He said, his voice spiced with mock naïveté. "I smelt you hundreds of metres away back then in London. I thought." His hand moved to her throat, and he wrapped it in a half-collar. "That it was the desperation, but no. You have something about you. Maybe lycanthrope, maybe hellish; we will consult the books when we are at Aunt's place." Leona peered at him from beneath her lashes, her pulse racing as he wrapped his fingers around the front of her throat. She almost pushed herself closer to him, his words drawing her focus away from him with a flash of irritation. "Your aunt, right. The one I keep hearing so much about." The one who wanted him to pursue Jessica. "I'm sure she'd just love you turning up on her doorstep with me." "Hey, she is alright." For a moment, the breathy voice broke and let the serious Sam surface. For a moment. "Not lycanthrope, maybe elven." He smiled. "Though you smelt nothing like Theodor's girl." Samuel smiled, having a pretty good idea of how the girl's flirtatious eyes made Leona feel earlier.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

"But that doesn't matter. Doesn't even matter that I'm not letting Margo, Zach, or that fucker Vincent anywhere near you. It's about you and me," the vampire said, exhaled and took a step back. He kept his hand on her throat. Forcing his leg to leave the warm place between her thighs. Leaving her without the presence of his hard torso against her chest. Only one hand left, wrapped around her neck. "Look me in the eyes, and tell me that you want me to release your neck." He let his nails press against her skin. "Tell me you want to leave. Tell me you don't want that hand on your throat." She rolled her eyes at him; was he really talking about his aunt right now? The mention of Anastasia made her freeze, her hands dropping from his pants. There was an implication there, and she hated it. No wonder the pretty elf had been giving him puppy dog eyes if he'd fucked her before. It wasn't exactly something a girl forgot... He was probably older than her anyway. Just how many girls had he slept with before her? She'd gotten through quite a few people in the last year, but for some reason, the thought of him banging his way through the centuries drove her nuts. The possessive urge to claim him was so strong that she almost reached for him when he stepped back. The mention of the other vampires broke through to her, and she raised an eyebrow at the venom directed at Vincent. Leona had a suspicion she knew exactly who that was, and she shivered, his possessiveness feeling less like a burden and more like a shield. A shield that she welcomed. "Tell me how you want me to release your throat. Tell me how you hate having me against your body." He stepped back towards her. His mouth opened, next to hers, but he didn't kiss. He let his tongue rest on his teeth. "Tell me." His breath washed over her. “Tell me you are not my whore.”

 

[Amberyn]

His momentary lapse into seriousness ended as abruptly as it began, and he held her by the throat, pinning her against the wall, his demand letting her know that he knew exactly what that did to her. She wanted to narrow her eyes, to hiss at him and call him a bastard. To call his bluff, to tell him that his touch didn't leave her wanting more. His nails dug into her flesh, and she sucked in a breath, lust clouding her pale eyes. Her lips parted, but the words wouldn't come. He stepped closer again, her throat convulsed beneath his hand, her legs spreading to welcome him back. Oh god, it felt so right to have him back touching her body, and this time her hands went willingly to his rear, fingers tracing over the curve of his ass. A whimper escaped, her lips brushing his cheek. He had her right up until he called her a whore, and even then, she knew the answer was yes. "No," she whimpered, meaning that she wasn't his whore, but it didn't come out as a denial. It sounded more like an admission, and she didn't deny it.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

He shook his head, right in front of her, locks of his hair brushing against her face. "You are not my whore?" He asked her, his voice suddenly serious. "You could have built." He finally did extend his tongue, pressing it against her lips. His hand that collared her neck relaxed for a moment and adjusted. Still there, still in control, but enough leeway for her to growl at him, if she decided to do so. "You would have been so much more convincing if you didn't smell like my cock was everywhere." Her rebuttal died on her lips, his tongue demanding entrance to her mouth. She managed half a second of defiance before she let him in, her back arching off the wall, pressing herself harder into his palm. She made an irritated noise, her teeth nipping at his lips. Why was he still talking?! Samuel laughed. His free hand grabbed her ass, his hand drove harder against her sex, and he used the combination of the leverage and pull to push Leona upward on the wall. "The shower is right there. You don't have to fight me about every god damn thing…kitten…princess." He tried, tasted both words, and he didn't like any of them; something to work on. "No, you are no fucking kitten princess." His voice husky, "You could have built such a better case, if you didn't fight the urge to wrap your legs around me. He pushed his tongue into her mouth before she could respond, and he wrapped his with hers in a wet, sloppy, wild kiss. Fucking devils, why did she have those annoying, thick leather pants on her ass? How much he wanted to just sink his nails into her butt cheek. He ripped himself from her, exhaled, "Leona. Shall we go to the shower, fuck a couple more times, and get ready for bed? We have a busy day tomorrow. Uni, and then we need to shop."

 

[Amberyn]

The moan that had been threatening to come out for a while finally did, her hips rolling to press down on the hand between her thighs. Her back slid up the wall, the smooth wall a wonderful upgrade from the gravel path. He drew her up onto her toes, and she didn't fight, her hands sliding up his ass to his waistband. As Samuel continued to chatter away, she brought her hands around to the front of his pants, cocking an eyebrow when he tried one ridiculous pet name after the other. Seriously, he needed to stop while he was ahead. He switched tactics, and she didn't even care when he taunted her. He kissed her like he was going to devour her, and she responded just as hungrily. Fuck it, she could work shit out tomorrow. He backed off, and she groaned in frustration, shooting him a glare. If this was going to work, he needed to learn to shut up. There was something about the way he said they, together, needed to shop that made her stomach flip. It was pushed away to the growing pile of things to deal with tomorrow. Right now, Leona had more important things to think about. First on the list was getting him to stop messing around. Stepping around him, she started in the direction of the ensuite bathroom, her hands working on the ties of her halter neck top. She paused, glancing over her shoulder at him, letting the top drop to the floor. "Are you coming or not?" She started walking again, wriggling out of her trousers and leaving them on the floor. There was no doubt in her mind that he was following.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

The trip to Sheffield was very uneventful. Both had a lot of topics to discuss, yet none of those topics were to be mentioned in front of mortals. In this case, their Uber driver. Frankly speaking, Samuel needed some time off. He was staring in the car's window as he contemplated his time with Leona was… intense. He never felt this much lust towards anyone. Twice in the maze. Twice in the shower, once more in bed. He had to bite his tongue multiple times because that bantery side of him really wanted to ask if she still wanted to leave, now that she sucked him dry. He looked down at his open palm; he could still feel her heat on it. His fingers in her cunt, his fingers around her neck, his fingers squeezing her nipples. Shit. You are not sixteen years old any more. Get a grip. Was there anything more sexy than the way… Oh, for fuck sake, man. He looked at her. Maybe looking at the woman would make it harder to fantasise about her. She looked back at him. Nope. I'm very good at imagining it all when I look straight into her eyes. He opened his mouth and chewed an imaginary chewing gum, just to make sure he didn't have some kind of stupid smile on his face. "We are arriving soon." The man said, and only then glanced at his phone. "We need to pick you out something formal. You are getting introduced as my…" He went silent. There was no good word to mention in front of the driver. He considered escort, huntress, all sounded wrong. "Mine." He finished the sentence. This time, he let the smile grace his cheeks; he didn't need to look at Leona to roughly guess the multitude of feelings running through her. He started to get to know her. Quite quickly. I should really get a car if I'm staying at the university. Samuel thought when their driver pulled to a nondescript shop. Ravenloft Tailors ​ A little tongue-in-cheek name. The vampire-owned business changed its name every ten or so years, simulating closure and opening, not to attract attention to a very long-running business. "We have arrived," the driver said, and Samuel quickly unlocked his belt. "Thanks." Walking around to find Leona already opening her door. Not that he expected her to wait, and not that he needed to be all gallant. But it would have been fun. He offered her his arm. "Shall we?" He asked her when the doors to the tailor's opened. "Young Master," The woman in her mid-forties said. "We have everything prepared as you requested. My name is Stanley, and this is Helena." The man introduced them and held the doors open for the couple. "We have a private fitting room ready. Prosecco for your woman, and blood wine for you are waiting." The woman said as she led the couple through. "They are human. They just work for vampires." Samuel told Leona as they walked through the doors. "She is new," Samuel told the employees, and both of them nodded in respect. "Mistress Veszteség suggested a few dresses," Stanley said, there was but a hint of annoyance. " Unfortunately, she informed us only an hour ago, so dresses are still being prepared; we will bring them in as we get them finished." Stanley said, "I will leave you in the trusted hands of Helena for now." The man finished, obviously not enjoying being rushed. Even by the matron of one of the oldest clans, scratch that, organisations on this planet. "I will bring the dress the moment Stanley finishes. For now…" Helena licked her lips. She wasn't exactly new to working with vampires, but it felt weird to work for vampires this young. She looked as if Leona were her younger sister, under her wing. "These are the things you picked." The woman said, making a slow gesture at three sets of lingerie that Samuel picked on the Ravenloft's website. "Thank you, dear Helena," Samuel said. He unhooked his hand from Leona's and walked to a large armchair, picking up a glass of wine on his way. The young vampire sat. "Please don't hesitate to knock loudly in case we do not respond immediately." The vampire said with a smile, letting his elbow rest on the handrest. He looked at Leona. Gods, he was happy to wear a suit. None of that half-a-centimetre thick leather. Just thin cotton. "So. My woman. We can try the fun clothing before you are presented with propa outfits picked by my auntie for the reception," Samuel said and raised the glass to his lips. "Do you need help undressing, or do you want to do it yourself?" Do you want to strip in front of me? He thought, transparently so. Samuel raised his glass to his lips momentarily, then hooked his finger under his tie and relaxed it a little. "We could, of course, try to contain ourselves. I could sit on this very armchair," he extended his hand, "Three and a half? Four metres away. Even my cock is not that big." He said, obviously satisfied with the smile."