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Spring had arrived early, and its warm breezes and light showers were clearly expressed in the attire of the city. People everywhere wore shorts and t-shirts, but they were sure to have an umbrella on hand at all times, fearing the frequent and spastic rain showers. Natalia stepped out of her work building, the Law firm of Talki & Monroe, its door slammed shut behind her and she frowned. "I told him to get that fixed..." she muttered with an angry rush of emotion. She was a secretary and her days were spent answering phones, filing paperwork, making coffee, and dealing with crazy people. It became tiring after awhile, but the money was worth it. Talki & Monroe were the two best lawyers in the area, and it was shown with the paycheck that Natalia got every two weeks.

She had to keep up a pristine appearance and work however, so she had to make sure some of her paycheck went to clothing and make-up. Her hair was a perfect mix of honey blond and medium brown, while her bright blue eyes often reminded people of the tropical seas. She had fair skin, which in the Spring and Summer took on a beautiful sun-kissed appearance. Natalia enjoyed getting dressed up for work, she wore a knee-length dark purple dress which was fitted in the torso and then flared out lightly from the waist down. A top her dress she wore a black cardigan, and then her feet were adorned in black heels. Her make-up was light, with gentle purples and light pink cheeks.

With the work day over Natalia had her purse on her shoulder and was finally headed out. The warm breeze felt comforting against her skin as she let her heels tap lightly across the sidewalk. She enjoyed the night time, it always held a special spot in her heart. The darkness and shadows were mysterious to her, and she liked to be around them, always unsure as to what was inside them.

"Time for a nice little walk..." she mused with a small smile. She wasn't headed anywhere in particular, just around the city. She made a few turns through alleyways, just her usual and felt the odd sensation that she was being watched. This was nothing new, she always felt like she was being watched as she slipped through the alleys. It didn't really bother, not until now. A sound rang from the shadows and Natalia jumped out of fright. "W-what!" she turned, her dress spinning up in a little flare. She looked down and saw a can had fallen and landed a few feet from her. Her brow raised as she looked around. There were no people around, so where did the can come from?

Natalia tried to shrug off the event as she left the alley. Perhaps there was someone following her? Perhaps more then one?
 
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Without much sensitivity to temperature, the season had little impact upon Kasimir Khohklov apart from scenery. So it bothered him little that he was wearing a pair of dark washed jeans trimmed at the top with a plain leather belt to hold them fast around his slim hips, or that his shirt was nondescript, a plain black tee covered with a leather jacket – he didn’t feel the heat. He’d only nicked it recently from some punk kid who thought he looked pretty damn cool zooming around on his crotch rocket. Thought it was pretty cool to beat up fourteen-year-olds in back alleys, too. The last time Kasimir had seen him, the boy was hanging upside down by his shoelaces, screaming for help as he turned a cold shoulder – no pun intended – and walked away, shrugging his new trophy on and tossing his dark brown hair over his shoulders.

The black suited him, he supposed – not because it was such a terrible cliché, or because he had some affinity for the color, but because he couldn’t particularly be bothered to search for lighter, cheerier things. And the dark shade was good for blending with the dark night – the time of day he was most frequently found outside. His natural keenness for stealth was only complimented by his nondescript appearance. And at that moment, as he turned down the alley behind his quarry, he planned to take every advantage of the security the darkness offered until the very last moment. His task was no fun unless it ended as a surprise. She wouldn’t object, once he’d begun – she never did after the initial struggle, and he wouldn’t waste too much time before sinking his pearly white canines into that soft, supple strip of skin, just above the black collar of her cardigan. Or, even better, the soft swell of her breast. Perhaps both, if there were no interruptions. And while he was at it, the soft, sensitive place just above where the band of her panties would rest, and the tender skin along the inside of her thigh, so close to the warmth of her core – how fortunate for him that she was wearing a dress. He was unsure if he would be able to deny himself the pleasure of having her again – and to think this had only started as a plan to have her for a much deserved dessert. But if that came to be the case, it would be good that he knew her address, where she kept her key, the route to her bedroom… She would find herself tucked in the next morning with little more than a few slowly healing pierces and the delicious hazy memory of his mouth on her skin – until he had her again within the next several nights. Perhaps whenever he slipped her into something to sleep in, he would leave her soon-to-be soaked panties as a little reminder.

It took him a long few moments as he mused over his plan to realize that she was not on a straight track home. She seemed to be wandering. Perhaps she had plans? He certainly hoped not, because that would postpone his. He was just beginning to muse upon an alternative route she may be taking whenever a soft rustle and a new, foreign scent caught his attention. He furrowed his brows – the scent was grungy and unidentifiable, obviously some other creature – but he could see the silhouette. A vague shadow that Natalia would find imperceptible as it slunk against the brick wall. He dropped gracefully to the ground, only the light scuff of his shoe making a sound that he doubted she would notice. He’d be damned if he was about to let some other dirty beast have what he had long ago claimed for himself. He read it as a challenge – a challenge to his own vague musk emanating from his human.

He licked his lips at the thought of her, turning his gaze just in time to see her make to take the step that would lead her out of the alley – but not before his opponent snatched her back in, smothering her against the wall with the weight of his body. It was then that Kasimir realized what he was facing, by the acrid stench of decomposition and sickly sweet rot. A Jikininki – the rotting demon cursed to eat the corpses of dead humans. Of course, his Natalia was not yet dead, but that only meant he was intent upon eating the delicious girl alive.

Kasimir swung around the nearby dumpster, snatching the corpse-like being away from the human girl – only to be faced with the glowing eyes and razor sharp teeth, already glistening with an excess of saliva himself. He wasted no time, evading one swipe of the creature’s claws in order to whirl him around and slam him into the side of the disposal with enough force to put a crinkle in the steel. The swift punishment wasn’t met kindly. Surprising the vampire, the Jikininki writhed out of his grasp to rake his blood encrusted claws from Kasimir’s collar, straight down to the rim of his belt buckle – only stopped by the force of the vampire’s shove as he threw him away, grabbing the demon by back of the head to take him down on the sharp metal of the dumpster’s rim. For a human, the feat would have been impossible, but it was quick work for the vampire to bring the corpse eater’s head down with enough force to decapitate him cleanly, letting his body fall to the concrete while the head rolled amid the garbage. And from there, he slid down as well, sputtering out a mouthful of regurgitated blood from his last meal only an hour ago. The rest of his lifeblood was seeping out through the slowly healing wounds along his abdomen.
 
Natalia's foot was about to step onto the brightly lit sidewalk when a foul smelling thing grabbed her roughly. A yelp of fright escaped her parted lips as she was yanked back into the alleyway with incredible force. Her body was pressed painfully hard against the brick of the alleyway, her face crushed against the weight of a body. She felt tears stinging in her eyes as she was held there, instantly she felt like she was going to die. Just like that, the young twenty-year old was going to lose her life to an unknown creature. But just as quickly as she was pushed against the wall, another force pulled the monster free from her. Natalia instantly fell to her knees, her eyes wide with surprise. Natalia's hair was a tousled mess as she sat on her knees, eyes watching the scene unfold before her, almost like it was a horror movie. The creature that had grabbed her was appalling, its claws covered in crusting blood. The human girl suddenly felt sick, but she held everything back.

Her eyes turned from the creature which had attacked her, to the being which had saved her. She didn't see much of him, because he was fighting the monster, but she could tell he was very strong. The sound of a loud crash made her jump, wrapping her arms around her body. Her savior had thrown the creature into a disposal, creating quite a dent in the steel metal. Natalia's eyes were wide in awe and wonder. How could any human man do that sort of damage? Her instant thought was that perhaps the man who saved her was just as evil as the creature who'd grabbed her! Fear trickled through her body, making her skin cover in goosebumps. The fight continued, bringing back Natalia's attention. She gasped loudly as the monster made a harsh impact on the man, her eyes welled up with sudden tears, scared for both her own life and the man fighting for her. "Oh no.." she whispered, eyes wavering.

But her fear was short-lived as the monster was suddenly decapitated. Once again she felt sick to her stomach, but the overall excitement kept her from spewing her dinner across the alley floor. The man who had saved her suddenly fell to the ground, choking up blood and looking worse then she'd originally noticed. Within seconds Natalia was upon her feet and rushing to the mans side. "Oh my god!" she fell to her knees, her hands instantly came to the man shoulder. All she could see was blood, and more blood, she didn't know if it was his blood, or the monster. He was choking up blood, so he was indeed hurt. "A hospital! We need to get you to a hospital!" she cried out.

For a moment Natalia looked over the man, and she felt her lower abdomen jerk. He seemed so familiar, but at the same time he seemed like he didn't exist. She was confused, how could someone so familiar, feel so distant at the same time. It was like she'd met him, in a dream or something. Her brow was furrowed as she looked him over. It didn't matter how she knew him, or where she'd thought she saw him, all that mattered was that he was injured. "Do you have a specific hospital you prefer, sir?" spoke Natalia in a worried tone, concern covering her facial expression.
 
He had nearly forgotten all about the young woman he had set out to save in all the excitement of the nasty corpse-eating demon and the gush of blood from his front and whatnot. That was, until he felt the warmth of her pretty little body at his side and the gentle pressure of her hands on his shoulder – and in her closeness, smelled the warm liquor that lay just below the surface of her skin. For several long moments, her concerned cries were lost on him. He was using the remains of his strength to attempt to will his skin to mend itself back together and net in the rest of the red liquid so that it couldn’t escape. He needed it.

It was no use. He coughed, and licked his lips, attempting to salvage any or the red liquid he could. And if he had to roll to his hands and knees and lap the cooled fluid from the ground, then he would. It didn’t matter that it was stale and cold from the time spent within his undead body – it was sustaining, and he had little choice but to keep it there. That was, unless he had something to replace it with. And he did. “No hospital,” he growled, voice rough from exertion and exasperation.

He squeezed his eyes shut before reopening them and lifting the lilac orbs to see her through his lashes, her pretty face a mask of worry. Worry for him and his wellbeing. Kasimir almost chuckled. “No hospital,” he repeated, lifting his hands to reach for her. Even in his state, he could hold her in a struggle – but he didn’t want her to struggle. Not until it was too late – and by then, he would be able to make sure she enjoyed the experience with a minimal level of discomfort. Just like all of the times before. This time, however, he thought he would like to ensure that she remembered who had saved her life, and whom she had been giving herself to for the past several weeks – or had it been months?

He laid his hand on her back and pulled himself forward, the other hand laying atop hers where they rested on his shoulder, and made to press his face into the crook of her neck. She smelled delicious – the richness of her warm blood mingling with the sweet scent of her femininity. “It would be a bit impossible to explain what that did to me, wouldn’t it?” His voice was soft, hand tracing lightly to the small of her back as he turned his head, ignoring how much he would like to nose past the cardigan and nuzzle himself deeper against her. Instead, he licked his lips, tongue brushing over her soft skin, and paused only a moment before sinking his teeth into the tender flesh. Blood flowed immediately, streaming into his mouth as he lapped eagerly, swallowing the hot liquid as soon as he tasted it. Perhaps later he would have time to enjoy it. Now, he needed her to help him survive.

As he continued to drink – more slowly as the edge was taken off of his need, he pulled her to his lap. She would be weaker now – and he was already stronger, unsure of how much he had stolen. But he liked her there, the warmth of her body resting over his cool frame. He paid no mind as he pressed her against him, his own blood staining the front of her pretty little dress, and left her no room for wriggling away, not even when, at long last, he lifted his head to meet her eyes again. The bite on her neck was clean, but his lips were stained with her blood. Kasimir leaned in, brushing her lips lightly with his before he rose, cradling her. Neither of his hungers were sated, but this was not the place to do it.
 
When the man murmured he didn't want a hospital she was about ready to disagree when he spoke again,"It..is true they'd be confused...but still!" she tried to argue with him anyway, but she was caught off guard by his touch. Her skin burned where he touched her, burning with a sudden pleasant feel. Once again the rush of familiarity washed over her and she squinted her eyes, unsure of why this stranger seemed to ignite so many feelings inside of her. Her only thoughts were that she'd seen him on the street somewhere, and perhaps later had a dream about him. That made logical sense, plenty of people had dreams about strangers they passed on the road. Her eyes narrowed, but that still didn't seem right.

The mans voice was so soft, it melted her will to get him to a hospital, instead she leaned against him lightly, enjoying the feel of his hand. A tongue lightly caressed her neck and she felt her body both tense and then relax. However- she soon gasped in pain as she felt something sharp slip through her skin. "Nn.." she groaned softly as she was pulled into the mans lap. Her eyes were lazy as she felt herself held against his body. Vampire? Her mind was racing, almost as fast as her heartbeat as she felt a dull pain in her neck. Her hands clenched as she seemed stuck where she was. She felt the man's blood staining her dress, the now cold blood seeping through the fabric.

An idle thought rushed through her mind, she'd really liked the dress, and now it'd be ruined by a large bloodstain. Her mind tried to focus on what was happening, but it was so hard for her to concentrate. Natalia felt sleepy, exhausted as if she'd just run a marathon with weights attached to her limbs. "So..tired..." she murmured, her eyes heavy lidded. Her memories and thoughts seemed to twirl around themselves as she tried to create a coherent sentence, but nothing seemed to come out of her parted lips.

She was confused. Natalia had gone from walking, to be attacked, to being saved, to wanting to save her savior, to being bitten by a vampire! How could her night get any more odd? It couldn't, and all she could think about was if she was going to die. Then, the familiar feeling returned to her, as if the bite, the blood, and the man had all happened before,"I'm...losing...my mind..." she mumbled, her lips barely moving. Natalia's hair was stuck to her face as the mans lips gently slid across her own.

The humans head then lightly fell against the man's, her eyes closing, but her body and mind remaining conscious. She was being cradled, and for a small moment she didn't fear for her life. Another thought struck her suddenly, all the myths were true. Vampire and dark evil creatures did exist! It was then that hazy memories tried to arise from the back of her head. She couldn't make the all out, but the man before her seemed to be in all of them. "W..who are...you?" she murmured softly.
 
He’d taken much – enough to restore his energy so that the rips in his chest would repair themselves normally. His bleeding had stopped already, and the pooled blood had been soaked up by his own shirt and the front of Natalia’s ruined dress. It was a shame. It had been such a pretty little article, molding well to her equally pretty little frame. The cardigan, too, would be useless to her. He tilted his head down to examine the outfit, darkened with the slowly drying red liquid, and wondered faintly if she would be angry with him for retiring the clothes so early in their lives.

“You can’t be too tired,” he chuckled, gently jostling her as he moved along, “I’m not finished with you just yet.” Perhaps the words would alarm her into wakefulness – either way, he would have her. She would clench just as sweetly around him in sleep as she would in her dazed euphoria, and he was willing to bet the same soft moan would escape her lips as she came around him. That brought a slowly curving smirk to his lips. This time, he would have her on her bed, among her own sheets, fully naked and peering up at him while he examined his handiwork – the litter of bites placed strategically along the softest strips of her creamy skin.

“Kasimir Khohklov,” he responded simply to her question. He had yet to decide what he preferred her to refer to him as – but he wouldn’t worry with it at the moment, since he doubted she was in any state of mind to call him anything but “Please.” He paused at the top step to her door, fishing her keys from her purse – and pausing to taste her own blood on her lips again before straightening and turning the key in the lock. This was where he needed her cooperation – even if it was only vague. It was for her benefit as much as his because, without him, she couldn’t get inside. He would be more than happy to wager that the moment he set her down on her own two feet, she would faint. But he couldn’t get inside without her to ask him. “Invite me in,” he instructed lightly, dropping the keys back in her handbag to feather his fingers through her hair. He supposed she deserved a shower – and he did as well. There was no question as to where he would be staying that night. She would wake up to the man she had assumed she dreamed of for the first time in the morning. He would be right there, her body curled around his, nestled deep beneath the blankets. And soon after, she would grow accustomed to the experience. Perhaps even wake, praying that the previous night of pleasure on her knees had not been a dream, and that she would find the new reward of his deep incisions upon her neck or the back of her thigh…
 
Natalia felt herself stiffen at his words. He wasn't finished with her yet? Her mind buzzed with what possible other things he could want from her. Her memories and thoughts clashed as she pondered his words. Images of intimate bites and caressed blossomed in her head and she frowned, trying to rid herself of such thoughts. "Kasimir.." she murmured softly, rolling the name over her tongue slowly. Her brow was furrowed as she lay cradled in his arms. Moments before the man had been on the alley floor, seemingly dying and now he was holding her up and walking perfectly fine. He was a vampire though, that much was clear to the human girl. "Kasimir..." she mumbled against, lips still tasting the name, listening to herself murmur it.

Natalia glanced around and noticed they'd arrived at her house. He knew where she lived?! It was indeed a good thing she no longer lived with anyone, she had a home all to herself. It was on the outskirts of the city, but it was still a nice house. His words once again floated through her mind, registering in her hazy state. "Invite you...in?" she laughed softly, smiling as she looked at the male. "You're odd..." she said with a smile. There were two things occurring inside her, her mind was trying to tell her not to invite the man inside, but her body was saying that she should invite him in. He was technically helping her, he could have bit her and left her to slumber in the streets, but he'd walked her home! She was very wary of her decision, but with a small smile she looked at the door.

It took her several minutes to say anything to the male, for she'd been caught up in another hazy dream of a memory, but eventually she coughed once and then opened her lips to say,"You're invited inside...Kasimir.." her words were soft, and curious as she looked up at the male holding her. His hand had run through her hair and she closed her eyes at the soft touch.

Once through the threshold there would be a small parlor, where a simple black armchair sat, among coat hangers and umbrellas. Through the parlor was a nice living room, its colors ranging from a dark purple to black. The couch was the dark purple, while black accent pillows were piled comfortably across it. In a reverse color pattern there were two armchairs across from the couch, with an oak coffee table between the furniture. The floor was a dark wood, and she vases of flowers spaced across the room, adding pretty splashes of color. The master bedroom was down the hall from the living room, and it to had a double color pattern. The floor was carpeted in white, while the walls were painted a dark crimson hue. The bedspread was white, with red accent pillows and sheets, and the bathroom was all red. She had a stand up shower separate from her bathtub.

Natalia once more looked down at herself and groaned, almost as if she were in pain. "I'm never walking off the course home EVER again!" she whispered fiercely, her eyes glaring at the mess of her outfit.
 
As Natalia took so long to obey the gentle command, Kasimir began to wonder whether or not she had actually heard him. But patience allowed him to keep quiet while he studied her idly, taking in the glazed look in her eyes and the slow, steady rise and fall of her chest. He continued to run his fingers through her freed hair, stopping only when she parted her lips to admit her into the house. He pushed the door open and stepped through without inhibition, pausing only to shut the door behind him and turn the lock. He didn’t take the time to look around – there would be ample opportunity for that later. He planned to explore every nook and cranny of his little lover’s home, but this wasn’t the time.

At least, he didn’t do any looking until he reached the bedroom. He could appreciated the dark crimson on the walls, contrasting the pure snowy white of the plush carpet and the bedspread. The pillows, he noted with a hint of a smile, were red as well – all the less trouble to them both in the long run whenever his nibbles fell to the messy side. But still, he didn’t want the bedroom quite yet. His mind was for the room just off of it, also adorned in deep lustrous crimson hues.

He had just reached the shower – perfectly suited to accommodate both of their bodies, especially if hers didn’t require too much room for maneuvering – and turned the water on whenever she groaned. A light chuckle passed his lips, and he settled her on the counter to peel off the cardigan, leaning forward to press a light kiss to the little punctures at her neck. She smelled delicious, but he had been appeased for the moment. “You should always take the most direct route back,” he murmured, lips travelling to reach her earlobe, where he bit gently. “The sooner you return to me each day, the better.” As he spoke, he slid the dress down, kissing her soft, warm flesh as it was exposed to him – over her collar, down the valley between her breasts and, as he pushed her backward to the cool mirror, all the way down her soft belly. He lifted her to slip her out of the dress, dropping the item to the floor and followed closely by her undergarments.

He looked down at her fully exposed form before him, nodding slowly in approval even as he held her hands, bringing her fingers to his belt. “Take them off for me,” he ordered, voice light though the command was obvious. He pulled his own hands from hers to shrug out of his jacket – which had thankfully not fallen victim to the Jikininki – and let it fall to the floor. His shirt, however, he finished ripping from hem to collar to hem and tossed away.
 
Natalia rested calmly in his arms as she was set atop the bathroom mirror. His words made her frown,"Sooner to reach...you?" she was confused again. "...I don't understand..." she admitted. "You...do I know you?" she asked softly," I apologize...but I don't remember how I know you..." she rubbed her head in irritation. His light nibble on her earlobe made shivers rush down her spine in the most pleasant of ways. The human was slightly alarmed as her clothes began to be removed, but in all honesty she was much too tired to complain or stop the man before her. She didn't think she'd be able to stop him if she tried anyway. Before she knew it she was lying exposed to the man who had saved her.

She sat quietly and then seemed to grow very angry. He'd ordered her to do something! The nerve of the man! Remove his pants for him! Her eyes were narrowed as she crossed her arms in front of her breasts, and lifted one leg over the other to hide as much of her more intimate areas as possible. "Excuse me, but I do believe that I do not take orders from men I've hardly met!" she snapped, her eyes watching him cautiously as he removed his shirt. That was when it hit her, he planned on taking a shower with her. Which in all honesty was a good idea, since she didn't think she could really stand on her own, but it also felt rather embarrassing. It felt like a very intimate jester; taking a shower with a man.

But then those dreams floated back into her mind. What if those weren't dreams at all, what if they were memories, memories of things she'd done with Kasimir. She bit her lip nervously as she placed her hands back on the belt he'd moments earlier told her to remove. "I...I will remove it this once..But I don't take..take orders from people!" she warned as she unhooked the belt and followed it with undoing his button and zipper. Natalia shoved his pants down a little ways, but couldn't reach the rest because of her position on the sink, and she was definantly not going to try and stand up. "Why did you bring me home?" she said softly,"And...and how do I know you," she asked again, her mind still confused by memories and dreams.

Did she have some sort of disorder that kept her from remembering him? Or had the vampire like man before her done something to make her forget? She needed answers! How long had he been with her? Another shiver of pleasure rushed down her spine as she looked at Kasimir.
 
Kasimir’s eyes shifted to Natalia as her arms folded stubbornly over her chest and shifted her leg as if to block his view, and in spite of the annoyance that jabbed him at her obstinacy, his lips quirked into a wolfish sort of grin. As he typically had her after a good long drink that left her dazed and mildly confused, but coherent enough to walk herself back home as he looked on for her protection, he had quite obviously never experienced what she was really like. “I suppose you’ll just have to work on getting to know me a bit better then, won’t you?”

He cocked his head, examining her fingers as they worked against his restraints. “I can accept just this once… For now.” He was quite amused with her. Not, of course, that he didn’t take her seriously. He highly doubted that, had she not particularly wanted to, she would have continued to refuse him. And that, whenever she regained her strength in the morning, she wouldn’t be so willing to let him off. But that was alright. She would learn.

“I brought you home because you couldn’t very well sleep in the alley,” he responded easily with a small shake of his hips to escape the confines of the jeans. They, along with the trending black underwear and belt, fell to the floor with a light thump. “You know me,” he added, stepping out of the pile of clothes and sliding out of his boots, “because you’ve met me. Vaguely. You’d be under the impression that you’ve dreamed about me, I suppose.” She was still wearing her shoes, he noted, a pair of heels. “I could just fuck you here, couldn’t I? On the counter, while you wrap those lovely legs around me and those heels dig into my back every time you clench…” His voice trailed as he smoothed a hand down her thigh, then turned it, caressing his way smoothly down her calf to reach her slender foot. Again, he bent down to her, this time to press a tender kiss to the fine bone of her ankle before slipping off the shoe and allowing it to land among the fabrics on the floor. He then turned the same attentions to the other leg, ending with a light tickle of his fingers along the sole of her foot before he hoisted her up from the counter.

Moments later, they were both under the hot spray of water from above, and he let out a deep, delighted groan as the water pelted his back, working of its own accord to loosen his coiled muscles and trickled down between their bodies, over his cock as it rose to press lightly against his human’s perfectly rounded little bottom. He had known he would need her, but he didn’t like rushing. Even when her sweet little sounds grew impatient, his resolve refused to bend, and he worked her slowly. He wouldn’t take her unless she was soaking wet from the inside out, and only barely managing a whimpering plea. “Tell me what you remember,” he murmured, kissing her ear lightly as he slowly allowed her down to her feet. He doubted she would be able to support herself, and turned her so that her back was flat against his chest so that he could guide her hand down to his rigid shaft. His other arm stayed where it was, looped firmly around her waist to hold her weight and keep her balanced.
 
Natalia closed her eyes as Kasimir's hand slid down her thigh and to her foot, dropping her shoe to the floor. Her arms had come away from her chest in her moment of bliss, and she leaned back, head lightly placed against the mirror. Then his hand moved to her other leg and as it reached her feet she giggled lightly, his fingers slightly tickling the bottom of her foot. She gasped as he lifted her up, pulling them under the water moments later. The warmth of the droplets made her skin tingle. The way Kasimir spoke to her made it seem like they'd done the most intimate of things already, and then as she felt his cock press against her bottom she stiffened. "K-Kasimir..." she breathed, her eyes closing slowly as she leaned against him. He whispered in her ear as he lowered her to her feet, she clung to him, afraid to stand on her own.

The girl shivered slightly as Kasimir turned her around, her back placed against his chest and his hand moving hers down to rest against his manly shaft. Natalia felt nervousness rush over her as she thought about his whisper. His arm wrapped securely around her waist allowed her to lean back against him, her eyes closed and breathing steady. "I..I remember...the bites.." she whispered,"They were..in such...wonderful areas.." she breathed, her eyes opening a little bit,"And...the feelings...the way you touched me..." she bit her lip. "I thought they were dreams..that you didn't really exist.." she shook her head slightly, "But..then when I saw you...I was confused.." she looked up at him, her head turned and arched up to see his face.

"How..How many times have we..." she hesitated,"Had sexual encounters?" she murmured, her voice soft, almost inaudible from the splashing of the shower water. Her memories played over in her head, she pictured herself lying on her back, hazy and disoriented as he used her to quench both his thirst and his lust. She frowned,"You've been using me..." she breathed,"I'm just your...your fucking toy..." she growled, she wanted to turn and smack him, but the feel of his nude body made her pause. She felt unknown feelings of lust arise inside of her. It was odd for her, to feel like she did. She'd never really had a lasting memory of the man, but she'd come to find out she'd been messing around with him for awhile. She shivered, despite the hot water.

"Kasimir..." she whispered, head resting against his chest as her hand lightly stroked his shaft. "Did I enjoy it?" she murmured, eyes still that hazy mist as earlier. Natalia was ashamed of herself, she should have been scared, should have pushed him away, but in her weakened state she couldn't seem to do anything but go along with what he obviously wanted. She was sure that when she awoke in the morning she'd be more then angry. She licked her lips, she didn't have a choice at the moment, so she might as well enjoy what she could of the evening. "I remember only bits and pieces...its so blurry..." she murmured,"I think I enjoyed it...tightening around you..." she blushed slightly at the memory.
 
Kasimir let out a soft, pleased growl as he felt Natalia’s fingers curl around his cock, and leaned his head down, seeking the sound of her voice. His hearing was advanced, but he liked the slow way her words were forming, and how her whispers mingled with the pounding of the water against the tile of the shower. “I’m real,” he assured her as she tilted her head back to look up at him, so that he could peer into her deep blue eyes. They were one of his favorite traits, even when they were half-lidded, glazed and distracted… Especially that way…

He could sense the frustration even as it welled up inside her. Had expected it, whenever she realized what was going on. At the accusation, he bucked his hips, running his cock against her hand, adoring the little growl of anger as it passed her lips. “Is that what you’ve been picturing, Natalia?” He leaned down, so his lips brushed her ear when he spoke, tongue darting out to lick the shell lightly with every syllable. “You’ve been seeing yourself as my little fucking toy?” Unable to help himself, he rolled his hips, seeking the pressure of her hand until she appeased him and, with another soft call of his name, began to move her hand. She was right, in a sense, because that was precisely what he’d introduced her into. Being his little fuck toy, to do with as he pleased and to sustain himself upon. Soon, she would be the only woman he drank from, and the only one he used to pleasure himself. And he would be the only man she dared lust after.

It was a small, welcome comfort when she relaxed against him again. “Good girl,” he murmured, kissing her forehead lightly. “Harder, my pet.” He used his free hand to curl his fingers around hers, tightening her hand around his erection as he continued the leisurely roll of his hips against hers, thrusting himself slowly against her strokes. With the pace set, he brought his hand up, taking one of her breasts in his palm to weigh as he twirled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He wanted her – and he would have her. Slowly. He would mold her to need him. He didn’t seek to break her spirit, but to keep it for himself. She would slip, delighted to fall into the trap he laid for her, and find herself never wanting to escape. And to do that, he would need to be gentle with her – gentle, but firm – until she had decided that she would give herself to him. Wanted him to have her, all of her. For a very long time to come. Forever, perhaps. And she was so fresh and sweet. At her tightness the first time he’d taken her, he knew that her fucks had been few, and not recent. Years ago, perhaps. And if that happened to be the case, he doubted the were very good. He would have much to teach her, and that prospect only caused him to grow stiffer in her hold.

It wouldn’t take long. Not at this rate.

“You enjoy every second,” Kasimir chuckled, a deep sound that reverberated in his chest. “So much that I have to stuff your own panties in your pretty little mouth to muffle your screams. Once I’ve worked you into a frenzy, you beg for my cock.” Assured that she was quite preoccupied with his cock, he reached for the soap and a washcloth, working up a thick lather before applying it to her body, starting at her shoulders, and moving down over her stomach, then returning to her breasts. He paid careful attention to each one, cradling the tit in his four fingers as he worked the soap over the sensitive skin with his thumb, never tiring of tripping over the hardened nipple. He took his time, sliding the cloth over her back, down to gently scrub her bum, until he was forced to slip his shaft from her hand so that he could brace her back against the wall. There, she could hold herself between the wall and the glass door while he slipped to his knees.

He slid the soapy cloth over her thighs, carefully avoiding the warmth pooled between them as he nosed her legs apart. His latest bites were noticeable, but he paid them no heed, parting his lips instead to nibble terribly gently at her outer lips, working in a slow arc about the softest skin, one hand holding her firmly by the hip as the other continued to lather soap over her legs.
 
I'm real...He spoke and she felt herself be lost in those memories. So they weren't dreams? He'd existed and they'd shared those moments in real life. She felt weak suddenly, her eyes wide. Her attention was brought back to him as he spoke again. Natalia nodded when he repeated her term for herself, that was what she felt like, a fucking toy. As Kasimir rolled his hips, causing her hand to put more pressure on his cock she bit her lip in awe. He was so hard in her hand, so ready, it was almost frightening. Harder, my pet? She frowned, her eyes narrowed as he called her a pet. "I'm not your-" his hand wrapped around her own, making her fingers wrap tighter around him, as he continued to roll his hips. Her words were cut short as her body felt a wave of pleasure rush over it, her skin forming slight goosebumps. Her hand held him tightly as she continued her strokes against his leisurely thrusting. Natalia felt his hand come up and take her breast in the palm of his hand, his fingers lightly twirling her nipple. "Kasimir.." she breathed, her lips parted as she was lost in a sudden onslaught of bliss. She couldn't believe she'd been doing such things all this time and had hardly remembered. Natalia hadn't had sexual encounters with a man since her senior year in high school, and those hadn't been very memorable.

She remembered them with a deep frown. Two, maybe three guys tops, and all of them had been anything but good. She shivered at the memory. They'd been messy and tough, more annoying and painful then pleasurable. Not to mention small, Kasimir was a Boa constrictor against their little garden snakes. She almost chuckled at her silly comparison, but the memories of those awful times in bed made her stop. Kasimir's words brought her once more back to reality.

You enjoyed every second.. Natalia remembered now, she remembered the blissful and lustful feelings that would overwhelm her. But oddly enough she still couldn't grasp them fully, they were still a little hazy, a bit to far for her to reach out and relive. Kasimir's current actions made her almost positive she'd be reliving them anyway. She could almost see them in their position, her staring up at him, eyes glazed over and a small half smile parting her lips. She frowned,"I don't beg for anything..." she growled, her eyes opening at this.

Her arguments were once again caught short as his hands, soaped up and bubbly, ran over her breasts. Natalia's nipples were erect and hard, showing her now obvious arousal. His fingers and the palm of his hand covered her chest carefully in soap, creating a soft moan to escape her lips. She gripped his cock even tighter at his gentle caresses. Her mind was in a frenzy as she tried to think back on the same memories, it was frustrating her. "Will...I remember this...time?" she whispered as he slipped his cock from her hand and dropped to his knees. She braced herself against the wall and glass of the shower, terribly scared to fall.

He placed a hand on her hip and he lathered up her legs, every touch creating a whimper from her lips. Suddenly his lips touched her and she felt her knees wish to buckle, to give out and let her melt beneath his touches. A louder moan escaped her lips. So much was happening to her, images of their past nights flashed before her eyes, as his hands and lips worked wonders on her lower body. She felt herself grow hot from the inside out, and her legs shook slightly. "Kasimir..." she murmured, voice soft, almost scared. Her hands clenched in fists as she pressed them harder against the wall to keep herself from falling against him. His hand on her hip definitely was helping her from collapsing at his intimate and sensual touches.
 
He could feel her weakening under his mouth, and it only encouraged him. He did not, however, wish for her to buckle under the pressure and let her hands fall from the slippery walls of the shower. He dropped the act of massaging the lather over her legs in favor of reaching for her hands to rest on his shoulders for more secure support. Kasimir would have responded to her calls, had he not been so preoccupied with teasing her. His tongue brushed out to lick lightly at her entrance, all the way up to her clitoris. It only took a small taste of the tiny sweet spot for him to take it between his lips to suck lightly, and then let go, only to reclaim her again and continue the movement in short, intermittent sucks.

As she quivered underneath him, he slid an arm around the back of her knees while his free hand rested atop her bottom, gently grazing his nails over the soft skin. His lips, in the meantime, had closed to envelop her clit completely, suckling gently while he flicked the pink hood lightly with the tip of his tongue. Her pleasure, for the moment, was his conquest. And she was damn sure going to remember it so that she never had to think to ask again.

Her soft moans, and the tenuous note in her voice kept him grounded, reminding him to be gentle with her. As far as she recalled, this was a new experience. He brought his hand down, cupping her hip as he pulled away from her softest spot with one slight kiss – before pushing his tongue through her entrance, only to pull it back, thrusting far more quickly than the unhurried pace he’d used earlier when she’d had her hands wrapped around him. Occasionally though, he hadn’t much choice but to stop – either for her or himself, and press in more slowly, flattening his tongue to gently explore her inner walls before resuming his regular tempo. It was in one of the permanently slower moments that he slipped a finger in to accompany the endeavor, reaching deep to beckon gently, just managing to stroke the tiny rough spot of her farthest wall. Delighting in her squirming, he allowed a soft groan that, had he been able to form words, may have translated to ”Come.”
 
Natalia pouted a bit as Kasimir stopped massaging the soapy lather against her legs, and instead brought her hands to rest on his shoulders. She smiled as her fingers slid over the strong, hard skin, her tooth peeking out to yet again lightly bite her lip. But then she felt his teasing again and she gasped, eyes closing and rolling into the back of her skull, a moan escaped her lips, filling the shower with her pleasured whispers and whimpers. His tongue slid over her entrance making her tighter her grip on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. As the tip of his tongue brushed her clit she felt herself shiver in delight,"Oh...oh" she swayed in pleasure, but she remained standing. The next sensual act almost sent Natalia rolling in ecstasy, Kasimir began to suck on her lightly, causing wave after wave of intense lust and longing to rush over her body. Her eyes slid open and she moaned, her breathing coming in more rapid intakes now.

The man's hand slid around the back of her knees, while his other hand rested against her bottom, his nails making her shiver. She was lost in a land of pleasure and erotic memories and she didn't care at the moment that it was a vampire creating the feelings. Natalia no longer cared that she'd been bitten, that the man working so diligently between her legs could kill her if the thought struck him. She was in a haze of what felt like never ending pleasure. "Kasimir.." she moaned,"Ah!" she felt herself jolt as his tongue actually slipped into her entrance. Natalia was smiling, her lids closing as she held onto his shoulders, her hair sticking to her back and face. The water still pelted against them, making everything wet and slick, just like her entrance. She was dripping with arousal, and lust, wanting nothing more then to be with Kasimir in that moment.

The vampire's tongue began to thrust quicker and quicker into her and she felt herself spin, mind rushing almost as fast as her speeding heart. Her breathing was rapid and deep, almost ragged with each intake of air. With each moment that he slowed down, she felt herself relax for only a second, but then his finger would slide within her slick and warm walls, caressing her from the inside out. He stroked her in the spot that would surely bring her the most pleasure, bring her a climax that would leave her whimpering and shaking. As she continued to squirm, he groaned, and it almost sounded like a word, but she couldn't understand it for his tongue was so busily working wonders below her. "Ka-" she was cut off on her words as she felt a strong wave of ecstasy run over her. Her eyes were wide as she knew what was coming.

She didn't realize she could reach a climax without actually having full on sex. Everything he'd been doing to her was orally done, and she already felt like she was going to fall into a pure and raw orgasm. Her nails dug into his skin, had he been human it'd probably of hurt, but as little crescents formed on his shoulders she cried out in pleasure as she felt herself have a wave of orgasmic wonder. "Ah! Oh...Yes...yes!" she grasped him, her lips spewing a mixture of pants and moans. Her walls tightened around his finger, and her clit grew hot against his tongue as she felt a flood of liquid within her gather at her entrance, hot and fresh. "Kasimir..." she purred, her legs wobbling slightly at the feelings rushing through her body. She pushed against his shoulders, wanting him to stop,"No more..." she begged. "I'll collapse..." she giggled softly, eyes half-open, but a smile plastered across her lips.
 
Her soft, sweet purrs, trembling legs and the flood of warmth were almost enough to sate the vampire’s throbbing cock. Almost. He kissed her softly, stroking his tongue between her lips to savor the hot, sweet liquid that was so slowly seeping out. “Almost as good as your blood,” he groaned, guiding himself up to his feet, dragging his hands up her sides as he rose, as much to steady her as to feel her slippery skin and wavering stance. As he reached back to shut off the water, it occurred to him that he’d done little washing of himself, but he’d managed to get soapy enough – though the water had done a good job of rinsing them both off. The water spraying from the showerhead was beginning to cool anyway.

“Who doesn’t beg?” His voice was low, teasing as he lifted her up again to wrap her legs around his waist. He stepped out of the shower without bothering for a towel, licking her from his lips as he crossed straight to the bed which he’d been so long waiting to muss.

Kasimir dropped his lover quite unceremoniously atop the blankets, not even bothering to pull them away before descending to lift one of her legs out of his way, settling himself securely between them and pushing her knee back fully to meet her shoulder. His long fingers, once again, found her warm, wet folds – but he didn’t slip in to touch her again. Instead, he pulled her lips apart and slid the tip of his all too lengthily sustained erection. He had planned to tease her, but he had grown impatient, and shoved in with one quick thrust. Again, he sat up high on his knees to better look down at her, holding her by the hips to drag her up and down in time with his thrusts, the leg he’d lifted so artfully away completely forgotten. The position would have been a bit awkward for her, one leg up, unable to fully rest as his arm was in the way, the other leg flat on the bed, both of his hands clutching her slim hips. His thrusts were rough, and he was panting – not with exertion, but tension – every time his balls slapped loudly against her ass, but his eyes were focused with alternate glances between her pretty face and the unsettled bouncing of her tits as he continued to handle her.
 
Natalia's head was thrown back, her neck arched as his hands slid up her body. Kasimir was soon to his feet and groaned words that made her shiver. Almost as good as your blood...She trembled at the thought, and her head fell forward to look at him. The water shut off and she frowned, she was enjoying the water sliding down her skin, but it seemed Kasimir was not yet satisfied for the night. "I..do...not...beg!" she stated rather bluntly, when he asked again. But just like every other time she tried to argue he cut her off by doing something, this time it was lifting her up, wrapping her legs around his strong waist. Her hands fell to his shoulders automatically as she watched his violet eyes with a lustful glint to her hazy blue eyes. No towels were grabbed as he walked out of the bathroom, but instead Natalia was dropped atop the bed's blankets.

"Ka-" she began to speak his name, to complain about getting her bed wet but he'd already proceeded to lift her leg, setting himself between her legs. Her knee was touching her shoulder, and it was a rather odd position he was holding her in. She knew what was coming, but knowing didn't prepare her for the quick, deep thrust. Natalia moaned, her eyes flying wide open as she held her hands flat against the bed. The human's fingers curled as she clutched the blankets. Kasimir was set upon his knees, looking down at her, and held her hips, dragging her in time with each of his rough thrusts. This was certainly pleasure for him, he'd focused on only her in the shower, but now it was definitely Kasimir time.

Her back arched against his thrusting, her lips parted as she gasped. She was aware of his eyes, roaming about her torso, face, to breasts. Natalia unclenched the blankets and laid beneath Kasimir, her eyes half-lidded as she felt every forceful thrust and bounce of his balls against her rounded ass. "Oooh..Kasimir..." she purred, her head lolling back against the sheets. She could feel the cool dampness that was now her bed, and could feel an edge of annoyance knowing she'd have to sleep in it.

She'd just gotten finished with a powerful orgasm, but yet her body was ready to prepare itself for another one. Natalia felt intense waves flow over her skin, every wave bringing a tingling sensation to her fingertips, toes, and cheeks. By this point her cheeks were flushed bright red, and her chest had broken out into the same red hue. Pleasure was rushing over her, bringing with it the sweet melody of her moaning voice. She could hear nothing, but a dull almost muted sound of Kasimir's panting and the sound of their thrusts. It was like she was lost in another world, the current world on the back burner. The pleasure had overwhelmed her senses, if Kasimir said anything to her, she was much to far into a pleasurable haze to hear any of it.
 
She knew that he was watching her. She knew that, at that very moment, he was using her for himself, to relieve him of both ravenous hungers he was so often subject to. And that, perhaps, pleased him even more than the clench of her already tight walls around his still hard cock. At another time he may have let his eyes fall shut and given himself over to the throes of passion – would do so in the future, if all went as planned – but right now, he felt he had waited far too long to have her aware of him, under his control by some sliver of her own will, fully coherent of the delicious things he was doing to her.

Those were the only thoughts that gave him the strength to continue his rough thrusting and dragging, to keep his eyes on her face, and let his lips curl at the sounds she made and the call of his name. She would call him Kasimir, he decided then, as he finally lost his grip on himself and his hot flow of cum spilled. He dropped her hips, leaning down over her to issue one more harsh kiss as he spent himself between her thighs.

Kasimir rested there for several minutes, face pressed into her neck, inhaling her and enjoying the warmth her core offered before he slipped out. He had dried from the shower, but he could smell the sweat on his lover. He didn’t have such human functions to worry with. He rose slowly from the bed, yanking the bedspread from beneath her body and tossed it to the floor. The water from their bodies, thankfully, hadn’t managed to penetrate through to the sheets. He turned, wandering to the hall closet, and drew out a warm and fuzzy blanket, and moved to climb back on the bed, wrapping the two of them in a tight cocoon. He’d turned on no lights as he entered the house, so there were none to disrupt their sleep – and sleep he intended. The vampire rested his chin on Natalia’s shoulder and shut his eyes, breath slowing as he drifted into sleep, though his careful grip of her remained strong, binding her back to his chest and ensuring that her bare bottom stayed tucked against his lap with no chance of escape.
 
Natalia cried out as her walls tightened around his cock completely, her body tensed as her final release sprang forth and soaked his cock in her womanly scent and liquids. He was ramming into her roughly and quickly and finally it seemed he had finished. He leaned down and kissed her, her lips swollen and bright as she looked up at the vampire. "Kasimir..." she whispered, eyes closed as she relaxed into the bed. He'd literally 'fucked' her, as the harsh street terms would say. She felt herself throbbing all over, from the inside out. Her hair was a tousled mess of wet knots, and her skin was covered in a light sheet of sweat, just enough to make it glisten.

Kasimir rested against her, his face against her neck, but then he slipped out of her. He stood from the bed and yanked away the bedspread that had been soaked by their wet bodies, beneath her the sheets were dry and comforting, calling her small frame to a blissful sleep. She laid atop the sheet as Kasimir disappeared down to the hall closet and returned with a blanket. She was wrapped tightly against him, the blanket lightly caressing her bare skin. The room was dark as she laid quietly within the arms of the vampire. His grip was strong around her, so if she tried to disappear while he slept, it wouldn't work. She was suddenly aware of the fear hidden under her skin, but she was much to tired to act upon it. All she could hope for was that the man holding her would leave her be. What did he want from her? How long had they been doing the dirty things that had transpired in her bed only moments earlier?

Natalia shivered as she laid her head back against his shoulder. Kasimir's breathing slowed and she smiled, realizing the vampire had fallen asleep. The human girl frowned when she once again realized she'd not be escaping his hold even while he slumbered. She felt cooled against his skin and finally let herself settle into the embrace and fall asleep. Her dreams were filled with the memories of her other encounters with Kasimir. While she dreamt her lips were parted as she would occasionally sigh or whimper. Her body would often squirm in his arms, but she didn't try to escape him, she was far to lost in her dreams to think any longer on escape.
 
Kasimir’s sleep was much more like a nap. He woke within five hours of drifting off, rising only slightly as he reassessed his surroundings before sliding back down, arms loosening slightly around his lover. A slow smile curled his lips as a soft whimper escaped her slightly parted lips, and her body wriggled against him. Seeking something in her dream that he was only too happy to give her. Perhaps he would wake her up with a pleasant surprise a bit later. At the moment, he was rather intent on exploring her home, as he hadn’t had a chance to before he’d taken her to bed.

The vampire rose, and bypassed the bathroom in favor of meandering through the living room and kitchen, taking note of each accent and the tasteful way in which she’d decorated. The small house exuded lust to him – but he supposed that might simply be due to the fact that the woman he wanted to have over and over again was lying in her bed, naked and squirming and still smelling sweetly of sex.

He liked the dark choices mixed with the deep, rich colors, and fund upon further inspection that they suited her quite well. He felt perfectly at home wandering about in the nude, tracing his fingers along the backs of her chairs, rifling through her drawers and examining her ornaments and decorations. The bedroom, he found, was still his favorite room. Or the bathroom, maybe. He wouldn’t mind easing her into the bath… But that was an adventure for some other night.

He became bored rather quickly, it occurred to him as he wandered back into the bedroom and lowered himself once again to the bed. He could certainly do with a bit more rest – and her body tucked close to his once more. He was quite keen on having her wake for the first time in his arms once daylight struck. Kasimir wanted to see her reaction – if she would struggle or scream, or perhaps roll over and greet him like a lover should. With a soft kiss on his lips, or a nestling of her body closer to his. Or, if she remembered well enough, her warm little lips traveling down his abdomen to reach his cock so that she could coax it up and please him the way he had pleased her just hours earlier. He was most fond of that thought. It would be immensely satisfying to watch her pleasure him, and to hold her head down as she swallowed every last drop of what he gave her. Or maybe she would resist, and he could have the delight of guiding her to lick it up from his balls and thighs, and press her face into what she allowed to soak into the bed sheets…
 
When Natalia finally awoke from her slumber she groaned softly, her hand stretching out and lightly hitting a firm chest. She froze. Slowly her eyes opened to see Kasimir lying next to her. A scream emitted from her lips and she scrambled away from him, her butt quickly finding itself hitting the carpeted floor. "YOU!" she growled, eyes enraged as she remembered the night before. She'd been enthralled, so dazed and pleasured to think straight, and it had been all his fault. Natalia quickly stood and rushed to grab her silk robe, wrapping it tightly around herself. She picked up a shoe from the corner of her room and threw it at the figure on her bed. "How dare you!" she snapped.

"All the time you've been having sex with me! Feeding from me! AND I HAD NO IDEA!" she screamed as she searched for something to hit him with. Her eyes glanced around the room but then she remembered. He was a vampire. "Oh god!" she cried as she held her robe tightly closed. "I thought they were bug bites...really bad bug bites..." she cried, her mind racing with incredible thoughts. "But no! You'd been feeding from me! In...in the most..." she through her hands up in frustration. "MY thighs!" she cried out, her lips pursed in anger.

She remembered last night perfectly for a moment, the intense pleasure she'd felt, the lustful need Kasimir had aroused inside of her. "I can't believe you!" she growled, eyes narrowed as she approached the bed. Approaching the bed was a bad idea however- As she got closer she felt a tug inside of her, a tug to touch him, run her hands along the firm muscles in his body. Natalia bit her lip, trying to stay angry at him, but as she neared him she just couldn't yell anymore.

Instead she crumpled on the bed, her legs tucked under her and her chest pulled down to her thighs, her eyes closed tightly. "I can't believe I've been having sex with a vampire..." she cried pitifully. "A vampire. A bloody freaking vampire..." she shook her head in despair as she ran her hands through her messy hair. She smelled of sweat and sex, and for some reason she didn't seem to mind. "Are you messing with my head now too..." she mumbled, still wrapped up in her cocoon of anguish.

Natalia was confused, and felt betrayed. How could anyone do such things with her, and then not will her to remember them!?
 
Kasimir had not expected to sleep nearly so deeply. He had anticipated being awake before his little lover – but somehow, she managed to stir before him. He hardly felt her light fingers flick against his chest before she grew alarmed and rolled out of the bed to land on the floor, flat on her cute little bum. When her outraged voice reached his ears, her merely groaned. He couldn’t even coax his body to move. What was she on about? Tired and lethargic as he felt, he couldn’t roll out of the way as the shoe sped toward him. Or perhaps he didn’t care to. It his him square on the shoulder and bounced off into the floor, bringing forth a grunt of mild annoyance from the man burrowed into the pillows. He hoped this wouldn’t become a common occurrence.

His eyes flicked open with a fluttering of his dark lashes, and he tilted his head to look at the girl as she continued to rail at him. She had quite a temper when provoked. But it was among the qualities he rather liked about her, and in all fairness, he certainly had provoked her. As she continued, he couldn’t help the smile that slowly spread over his lips, then turned to a low, deep chuckle. Fortunately, she didn’t seem to notice his amusement in all her excitement. “Bug bites?” He raised an eyebrow, shifting to prop himself up on his elbow.

He stretched his arm out as she approached the bed, but paused whenever, rather than picking up a pillow to beat him with or some similar punishment, she dropped onto the mattress and crumpled in on herself, dragging her legs up to her chest and squeezing her eyes shut. He pushed himself up and crawled over to her so that he could run the backs of his fingers lightly over her cheek. “I am not tampering with your thoughts, Natalia,” he promised with a soft kiss to her temple. He trailed his lips over her smooth skin to rest at her ear where he pressed another before continuing, “What’s so terrible about having a vampire lover, darling?” From what he gathered, she had been enjoying it quite a lot.

“Come here, love,” he sighed, pulling her up into his arms to nestle his face against her neck. She was terribly warm, another quality of hers he was fond of. “Talia,” he crooned, pressing a soft kiss to the soft spot beneath her jaw. “Natalia, you are already mine, whether you’ve come to terms with the fact or not. Tell me what it is that has you so upset.”
 
She felt a soft kiss to her temple, and she tried not to flinch at the small comfort. He wasn't tampering with her thoughts? She bit her lip, not really sure if she should believe him or not. His lips traveled down her skin until it rested at her eat and she shivered when his voice slipped into her hearing. A vampire lover? Flashbacks of the night before slipped into her memory and she felt herself blush. She was ready to explode into a fit of anger when she felt herself pulled up and out of her crumpled state and into his arms. His face nestled perfectly against her neck and the soft kiss he settled below her jaw made her insides melt deliciously. "Kasmir...." she whispered, closing her eyes as she rested against him. There were so many things that were wrong about having a vampire lover! So many! For one, he was dangerous! For two, he was dangerous! For three, he was dangerous and could kill her whenever he wanted to!!

His lips began to move again, and she listened quietly at first, but once he finished she grumbled. Whether or not she liked it? It didn't matter what her opinion was on the matter? What had her upset?! Everything!!

Natalia frowned against him and she spoke quietly, but her voice grew as her anger did. "I'm upset because I didn't even know you existed until last night! All this freaking time and you've been what I assumed was a figment of my imagination! Some dream I kept having, and even the dreams I could hardly remember! Then I find out that you've been feeding from me, and having sex with me for who knows how long! And you wait this long to let me find out! That is why I'm upset! And yes it is bad to have you as a lover!" she growled. "When you get sick of me! What then!? Are you going to leave me alone!? Or kill me!? Kill me I bet! What am I to you!? Nothing! Nothing to you! All I am is...I don't now...Entertainment!?" she shook her head.

Being in such a close proximity with him was making her body warm, her cheeks flushed and she cried out in agitation, "And my body wants you! But my mind is screaming at me NO NO NO!" she snapped, her eyes narrowed as she glared at Kasmir. "How did you even find me? Why did you choose me? Why me!!" she said last, her voice losing its anger, and its energy.
 
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