Vampire Betrothal

[DomG]

Two years ago he had first laid eyes on her, two years to the very night. She had been younger then, so had he but he still looked the same while she had grown even more beautiful in the two years in between. The ball that night had been in honor of her birthday, her parents had decided to throw a particularly lavish one that year because she was now sixteen and they had heard that it was all the rage for humans to throw lavish parties when their own daughters turned the same age. Dominic Valdrane had been quite bored that night until he had seen her, true there had been virgin blood available (bottled of course because it had been made quite clear to him and the other vampires that feeding on the other guests would be quite rude), and the music had been passably entertaining but until the very moment he laid eyes on her he had been immensely bored and tempted to lash out at any number of the people just to make the time pass.

But then the lady of honor had been presented and she had looked splendid. Human poets and romantics liked to call a situation like that love at first site but it was hardly love for Dominic, not even infatuation, he was filled with desire over her, not just of a sexual nature but filled with a need to have her, to posses her. Of course it was natural for one of his kind to feel that way but such a powerful urge hadn't filled him in ages, in his three hundred years of life he couldn't remember the last time he had desired someone as much as he wanted her. It was decided in that moment, he would have her, nothing would stand in his way. Of course he couldn't just take her like he wanted to right then and there, her age would cause all kinds of objections, and of course her family would never agree to it.

At least not without a little bit of coercion, and Dominic was more then willing to do that.

It had taken him eighteen months to set it all up, for eighteen months he focused on nothing but the acquisition of assets that her family required and buying up their debts, until he had enough leverage over them to force them to do whatever he needed... and then he told them he would ruin them unless they gave him what he wanted, their lovely daughter...

Everything had been planned out perfectly, she would be his the very night that she reached adulthood, given to him at a ball that he would be throwing in her honor. Not a word of what was coming was to be said to her, instead she would be brought to the party in a white dress that he had picked out for her and sent to her home a few days before.

Now it was the evening of the party, the sun had just set and Dominic was becoming active in his mansion, he was quite nocturnal even with the specially filtered glass keeping him safe from the sun. Some of the guests had started to arrive and rather then play the proper hose Dominic was letting them arrive and get greeted by one of the vampires who owed him loyalty, they would announce when she arrived and make sure that she was brought to him... any moment she was to arrive and he couldn't wait to let her know that she belonged to him now.

 

[Goddess]

Just like that one two years ago, Celebrian expected this party to be all about being a lady, to have the ladies congratulating them over her coming of age, to have the men trying to create conversation to win over her heart. It was just one of those days, where everything was supposed to be fun and she didn't want any of it. She didn't know of the ulterior reason for this party, to her it was just another festivity for her parents to brag. Of course she was always civil, she always smiled and showed her best side. It was what she was supposed to do. Her parents were everything for her, and to them honor was everything. She knew they cared about her, but still wanted her to be their little doll. She was ready for it, because no matter what, they wouldn't force on her something that she couldn't deal with, wasn't that right?

She dressed in the finest silk of white, her soft brown curls adorned with pearlescent beads, and a delicate necklace on her neck. If anything, she looked like a bride in her attire, her bustier, also adorned with preselect beads, raised her bossom to look even more flattering, and her sleeves, long, concealed her lightly tanned hands. She didn't understand what made her parents give her this dress, insist on her wearing it for the first time today. Maybe they wanted to get rid of her already, get a suitor and become a lady for a change. Yes, that had to be it.

Despite the delicate attire, she was a wild child, someone who preferred the woods to the comfort of home and the mountains to being in a ball. She liked danger, enjoyed training, she was anything but your normal elf lady. But despite that, she knew perfectly well how to play one. Entering the ball she smiled and waved, she bowed modestly, talked softly. She was perfect during that time, as she entered the place, wondering why she couldn't have celebrated her birthday in the woods and instead was being forced into such a celebration, that wasn't even celebrating her.

Her parents, still quite unsure about the situation, had not told her a thing, they didn't even think the young vampire wanted them to. They were to direct her to the guards that would get her to Dominic, almost felt like a deal with the devil. A bit lost as she entered the ball to be escorted, Celebrian followed hesitantly. Of course, she would meet the lod who threw this ball... but why weren't her parents coming with her?

She was soon presented to Dominic, after presenting her through all the room, for all to see the beauty of her white dress, and everyone but her know what it was for. Courtly, she smiled, bowing her head, her voice a lot more soft than anyone close to her was used to hearing. "I am honored to have been invited by you, my lord to such a beautiful ball... but I was never informed of the occasion... Would you kindly inform me so I may congratulate you?"

 

[DomG]

He had of course been informed the moment her families car arrived on the property and had spent a few moments adjusting his appearance in a mirror before she reached the private study where she would be meeting him. Like the glass of the windows the mirror had been specially treated so that his reflection would show up in it, after all he had more then a bit of vanity going on and he was wealthy enough to indulge in just about any desire that he might happen to have many times over, having an indoor pool with a massive skylight over head and three walls made of the treated glass just so he could indulge in an early morning swim had been a fleeting thought twenty years ago and within a week it had been completed and was only ever used a few times a year.

The thoughts of those random indulgences were put aside as he heard the door opening though, what it had taken to get her had cost him quite a bit more then the pool had and he knew she was worth every cent and every second that had been spent in order to get a hold of her. Now that she was here her parents were no doubt being gently reminded by an associate of his that should they interfere in any way at all they would be financially ruined for all time, just because he had what he wanted didn't mean that Dominic was going to hand over his bargaining chips.

He ignored her initial question about the purpose for the party though, instead taking time to look over her, struck by the same beauty and vibrancy that had been so evident the moment he had first glimpsed her from across the hall at that party two years ago. This was the closest he had ever been to her, that thought struck him rather suddenly as her scent filled the room and his nose, not the overly perfumed scent so many other young elven ladies tried to affect but instead something wild and alive... and beneath it the scent of her blood, the thought of it, just a taste, was enough to arouse more then one hunger in his body.

“That dress, it looks wonderful on you.” He said after several long moments admiring her. “Better then I could have hoped for really, I had wondered if the measurements your parents had provided me with were correct or if perhaps they would try to make you appear less appealing in order to keep you from me.” His smile was showing a hint of his fangs now, his eyes flashing a little bit in the flickering light provided in the room by several candles and a large fire. “I had considered a different color but in the end the white seemed most fitting to me, after all a young woman should come before her husband to be in her very best on the night of their wedding.”

As he spoke he began to approach her, the self control he had struggled to maintain for two years was rapidly fading away. “You see, your parents have betrothed you to me and as of tonight you are my wife, the party I have thrown tonight is in honor of your coming of age and of course, to celebrate our union.”

 

[Goddess]

The way the lord before her looked at her, the way he seemed to be taking in every detail of her, her body, her scent... it was unnerving. A young lady like her shouldn't be alone with someone like him, there was a reason the rooms at her house were closed off when she held the ball two years ago. Despite trying her very best lady impression, a slight look of annoyance was still escaping the metaphorical mask of her face. If he tried to take her blood, she would...

But the reality was far worse than him taking her blood. With the way he complimented her, and talked at her, she could tell he was interested in her, that he wanted her. She was just not good measuring how much. From the way he talked, it was him that decided on this dress for her, he had every little detail planned. She couldn't understand why someone would go through so much trouble, for someone they've never properly met. But then he began making sense. The reason her parents had been so nervous as of late, the reason they had been confirming over and over their love for her, the reason they were doing so many things abnormally. But she could tell what it was before he even finished saying things. They were to be wed.

There was no reason now to hold that mask covering her face, the metaphor had vanished. She didn't want to spend an eternity with a vampire she had just met, on one of his whims. It was now time to show her true personality. "Do you really expect me to just fall into your arms and happily submit like a slave to you?" she said, her voice strong, determined, with a light degree of masculinity on her tone despite its female musicality. "Or to just accept you as my husband without a fight?" She took in her hands one of the sleeves and ripped it from her beautiful dress. "I refuse!"

Grabbing the sleeve in the opposite arm, a firm glare of anger, she declared, "I wont." With another swift movement it was off. "I am not some toy you can simply buy, like you've bought this castle. I am a woman! I am a warrior! And I refuse to submit to a coward that destroys families on a whim!" Not being able to hold her tongue civil for any longer, she couldn't helo herself from adding, "Fuck you!"

 

[DomG]

He was amused by her behavior until she started to rip the arms off the dress. Not only had there been a decent amount of money spent on that dress but the time it had taken, finding a young woman similar in appearance and having her model for him until he had found the perfect cut for the dress and then torn it off of her and sating his lust and hunger until her body was limp and unconscious. Of course a new dress had to be made for her after that but he had been immensely pleased by the way that it had looked, especially when he saw her. To have her rip it apart was nearly a greater insult then the way that she was speaking to him... but it seemed that she fancied herself some sort of fighter and if he needed to teach her a lesson he would be more then happy to do it.

With an exaggerated sigh Dominic removed the coat of the suit he was wearing and unbuttoned the shirt a little bit to give him greater freedom of motion and of course to keep it from being entirely ruined, a custom made Italian suit was never easy to come across in the States and this one was one of his favorites, having it ruined now would only serve to put him in a terrible mood when he should be working to enjoy himself on his wedding night. “The little girl thinks of herself as a capable warrior?” He asked with a chuckle as he rolled his shoulders a little bit, making a show of preparing himself when it was really not necessary in the least. “Honestly I would rather have you get along with me willingly, I had intended to have the marriage officially preformed in front of your parents but the way you are behaving I might just have to get a tad bit rough with you.”

He said that as though he was feeling any regret but in truth the thought of taking her against her will, well it excited him quite a bit. For a marriage to take place vampires had a rather simple affair, usually a ball was held and then the vampire would feed from their intended while at the same time feeding them a small amount of their own blood. The blood of the vampire acting as a mild aphrodisiac while at the same time symbolizing the connection the two would now share... it seemed that he might have to force feed her the blood though, dragging her defiled body out in front of the party before making her drink deeply.

A twisted smile was all she got as a warning before he struck, throwing his body at her with all the strength in his legs, the gap between them closing rather quickly as he slammed against her. “It might have been years since I last had to fight but that hardly means I have forgotten the skills that helped me become what I am.” He hissed as he pushed her back toward the wall. “Fighting me will only make it worse for you my love.”

 

[Goddess]

As Dominic mentioned his alleged desire for this to be willing on her part, Celebrian scoffed. Like she would believe any of his words, when his eyes told a completely different story. She could tell he was enjoying it, she even wondered if this was what he wanted all along. She wasn't too impressed as he unbuttoned his shirt slightly, or as he pretended to stretch.

But if there's one thing he hit the nail on the head, it was she wasn't a capable warrior, not yet. Celebrian did train obscene amounts in a day, she did go hunting with her brothers and cousins and by herself, but she had never truly had to fight for her life before. She was aware of this, she was aware that she had yet to experience the terrors of war, nor had centuries of experience under her belt. However, her spirit was still strong and unyielding, part bravery part ignorance.

This bravado of youth made her not care too much about consequences, she didn't care about appearances, she only wanted him to be shown as the bastard he was. "Of course you wanted me to be willing!" she said, the bitter tone of sarcasm in her beautiful voice. "That's why you courted me, why you talked to me, why I even accepted to be your wife when you gave me a choice! ... Give me a fucking break!"

He was fast, she had to give him that, and it was obvious he had centuries on her of experience. She could feel his body pressing against her, his breath as he was ever so close, even the cold of his skin. Her bare arms were cold against the wall, but her eyes were still defiant. "Force yourself on me!" she said, disgust in her eyes. "Go ahead, take me by force, hurt me and ravage me as the beast you are. Its the only way you'll have me, because there is no way in hell you'll get me to consent. You'll have to drag my limp, lifeless body from the house before I decide to listen to you."

 

[DomG]

She was intoxicating, this close and her scent was filling him like nothing else could, making her all the more desirable to him. From across the room it had been all he could do to retain his self control and reign in the hunger that threatened to rule him but this close, here and now he was on the very edge of his own ability to restrain himself and just drink deeply from her neck. A few mouth fulls of blood pouring down his throat would probably slow her down a little bit, make her drowsy and less able to fight against him. It would be more convenient for him but to have her fighting against him with all her strength and realizing how futile it was would be half the fun for him.

“I don't see why you are so eager to have me to hurt you.” He said with a little bit of a chuckle as he leaned in and lightly bit her neck, just the slightest tease of what he could soon be doing. He was old, had centuries of experience and she was hardly the first woman he had taken against her will, these centuries of experience had taught him how to manipulate the bodies of the young women he took, to make their bodies betray them even as they tried to fight against him. He knew all the little places where he could tease, the small spots that seemed to make women grow weaker as they tried to resist him. “Don't be mistaken my dear, I will happily take all the time I need in order to break you of this little rebellious streak... it won't be easy but I will soon have you kneeling at my feet begging for my favor.”

Using his hands to pin her in place, making sure that she wouldn't be able to easily strike out at him Dominic took a moment to bite his lower lip, deep enough to draw blood though the wound swiftly healed leaving a thin line of blood upon the lip. With that line of blood there, slowly starting to pool and drip Dominic kissed her, pressing his lips roughly to hers and forcing her mouth open, the marriage only needed her to taste his blood and then he would taste hers... true he had wanted to wait to do this in front of the assembled guests but by doing in now the aphrodisiac properties of the blood might help to make her struggle more entertaining.

As he pressed his lips to hers he worked to move both of her hands into one of his, holding them both by the wrist above her head while his now free left hand reached down, fumbling with his pants to unzip them and draw out his cock, already large and rock hard, waiting to be thrust into her virginal body. “Feeling better now?” He grunted as he broke off the kiss, leaning down to nip at her neck again, this time aiming to draw a little bit of blood. “All I need now is to taste your blood and we are married... making you my wife and my property.”

 

[Goddess]

She could tell the bastard was enjoying it a bit too much, but she wasn't going to be one to submit. She knew she couldn't run, and he would have let her escape of the situation no matter what. It was just of matter of getting it over with, making him lose the passion for the forbidden she had going and she would be let free. No matter what happened, no matter if she couldn't marry again, she would never accept this man as her husband or as her lover. She had not given up, despite the fact that she knew very well her virginity would be his, and that, according to vampire law, so would everything else of hers. But she was unwilling to stay that way for the rest of her life.

"You would have done this anyway, if I dared re-" She was cut short in mid-sentence by the light prickle in her neck, a slight sigh escaping her lips despite herself. It was only a tease, only a show of his power, and despite that she felt her senses heightening, a rush of adrenaline on her body. Her body wanted the attention, despite her mind not wanting anything of the matter. She clenched her jaw, trying to pass off the rush of pleasure as disgust and surprise. "I will never kneel to you! I will not... beg for favor! I would rather die!" she screamed, hoping that everyone in the ball knew what he was doing.

She felt him overpowering her, holding her to the wall, pining her so she couldn't strike. That didn't mean she didn't struggle, her shoulders and hips moving and her arms trying to break free. She hadn't even noticed his bite until their lips clashed, and a light taste of salt invaded her mouth as he forced it open, a rough, passionate kiss against struggling, pursed lips. With a taste of that blood, a tate and sensation she'd never experienced before, her heart was now pounding even faster.

He somehow managed to hold both her wrists over her head, his physical power greatly overpowering hers. A light sheen of sweat began to cover her skin, part by the accelerated pulse, part by the heat of his body, part by the struggle. Her torn top began to bundle at her waist, the bustier's top now revealing the top of her breasts overflowing, just the corner of her aureolas visible. Shaking her head to brush off the sensation, she then head-butted to his nose. "Go right back to hell!" She could feel the heat of his member, it was almost instinctive, and the smell of his sweat began invading her. It was enticing her, it was calling to her... but she wouldn't receive it. Her face was flushed red, her breath panted as she bit her lower lip. "No matter what you say... what you do to me... I won't be yours..."

 

[DomG]

He had freed his cock and had his hand at the bottom of her dress now, pulling at it, ripping it open from the bottom up to her waist to expose her to him, his fingers moving blindly to pull aside any underclothing she might have on so that he might be able to fuck her properly. He was so intent on what he was trying to reach that he didn't see the blow of her forehead to his nose coming and the next thing he knew there was a crock of cartilage and a spurt of blood pouring from his broken nose. This was unexpected, he had been so caught up in the moment that his guard had been lowered and the sudden pain was practically blinding to him, to think that this little elf had managed to break his nose, even knowing that it would heal very soon and look no different then it always had Dominic was still enraged.

For a moment the world was a white ball of pain, his eyes closed and the room seemed to spin as he stumbled back from her, having released her arms at the shock of the pain but still his fingers had remained entangled in the hem of her dress and tore away a portion of it. When his eyes cleared a moment later there was nothing left but rage there, the ability to reason seemed to have vanished from his mind and all that was left was an animalistic desire to make her pay. The flow of the blood from his nose seemed to have stopped but it had poured down over his chin and even stained his shirt

“That was a mistake.” He growled at her as he threw aside the scraps of her dress that had come away in his hand before he ripped away his now ruined shirt. “I was willing to be gentle, I was willing to ensure that you enjoyed your first time and made a good husband for you.” He pointed out as he stalked back towards her, the anger mingling with lust as he saw more of her body revealed to him before. “Now its going to hurt, your parents will no doubt hear your screams before I am done with you and then I will drag your naked body out before the entire body and drink from you, that way no one can question the validity of our marriage.”

Again he lept for her, looking to drag her to the ground so he would be able to take her hard and fast like she deserved.

 

[Goddess]

Celebrian's breath was panted, a rush or adrenaline barely allowing her to process things. Her mind had shut off all executive functioning, it was now purely animalistic instinct. That shot of blood from his nose, that tempting taste that had previously been smothered into her lips tempted her, the smell of it, the sight of it rolling from his lips, to his chin and sliding to his shirt. But no, that was one animal instinct she should not be concentrating on.

As soon as his hand left her wrist and she was allowed space to move, she darted to the door, the pieces of her dress flying in oposite direction completely disregarded. It was do or die, and the door was so close. She had barely managed to grap its handle, which didn't seem to be budging anyway, when she instinctively looked back at the sound of his voice. She could tell he was angry, that he wanted to hurt her, make her pay. Was it all because of a broken nose? Did she hurt his pride? No matter what it was, there was no stopping her fate. All she could do was show the world what a monster he was.

As he ripped away his shirt, she ripped off the door's handle, the beautiful wood now splintered all over the floor. Despite her conditions, her breast bulging from the torn top, her beautiful black lace panties peeking from her half-torn skirt, her legs pale against the bit of light, she glared at him, determined to fight, handle still at hand, facing him. It was probably the most unorthodox weapon in the room, and the lanterns might have been a better choice, or the window a better escape route for that matter. No matter, she had no choice.

"How exactly were you planning that? By feeding me your blood?" She knew it was part of the ritual, and could already begin to feel why. "By fucking me gently instead of ravaging me? Don't make me laugh. Everyone here will know you're a rapist. Whether we're married or not, they'll know it wasn't by choice."

Her heart was racing, her pupils wide, waiting for any movement. She had to react as soon as he lunged at her, try to stab his stomach and this time head for the window. She managed to react to his attack, but not hard enough. She was thrown to the floor by the sheer power of his leap, but still held the nuts and bolts of the doorknob to meet his stomach.

 

[DomG]

He had seen her tearing out the doorknob in a makeshift weapon, at first he thought she had meant to try to run from him which wouldn't have gotten her very far at all, though they were alone in this area of his manor she wouldn't be able to get back to the main ball without running across his underlings who would only drag her back to him while likely stripping away even more of her clothing in an attempt to enjoy the sight of her body before their master and sire cemented his claim on her and made such a thing tantamount to betrayal against him.

But instead of trying to run and maybe find a better sort of weapon with which to fight him off she seemed to want to stand her ground with the doorknob, which might have some sharp edges to it but in the end wasn't much of a weapon at all, especially against a vampire. She would have done better to grab one of the larger chunks of wood from where the doorknob had broken the wood of the door and tried to use that as a dagger, at least a large sharp point of wood in the chest had a chance of hitting his heart and killing him.

He had hardly heard the words that escaped from her mouth before he threw himself at her and the improvised weapon that she sought to use on him as he bore her to the ground. As they landed with a crash he twisted his body as best he could, having seen the attempt to strike coming. Instead of stabbing deep into the hardened flesh of his abdomen the twist saved him from the worst possible outcome, but not keeping him entirely from harm, the screws scrapping across his flesh and drawing thin lines of blood before he had pinned her arm down between their bodies, making further strikes nearly impossible.

“Your parents sold you to me.” He whispered into her ear as his hands worked to pull the poor weapon from away from her and threw it across the room before his hand pulled her panties to the side, exposing her cunt to him as he quickly started to rub it, seeking to build up moisture that would ease his entry into her. “You don't seem to be able to wrap your head around that, you have tasted my blood and I have tasted yours as well, as far as any of the ancient laws are concerned you and I are man and wife... you are my property and you can hardly rape what you own.” After he spoke he nipped at her neck again, drawing just a little more blood which he quickly lapped up, savoring the taste of purity, something that elves never seemed to lose.

Then, without any warning and using his hand to guide himself Dominic thrust forward as hard as he could, looking to bury himself in side of her as quickly as he possibly could.

 

[Goddess]

With so many possibilities she had, time had left her with none, and lack of experience led her to chose the worst. She had even forgotten about his guards in her attempt to more than escape, humiliate him. She barely had experience killing and certainly never another superior being. Had she not been so naive, she might have had a greater chance at escaping such a fate.

She had missed her target, hit barely superficially at an angle she shouldn't have. Now she ha this man on top of him, a man who knew just how to move to strike pain, and keep from being strikken. She could feel the bit of blood staining her dress, a warm sensation against the dampness of her skin, sticking to the rags that remained on her. He hadn't taken the makeshift weapon from her, but with such pressure on her arm from his body pressing against hers, it was getting harder and harder not to drop it, much less use it.

"They wouldn't have!" she refused to believe her parents would have been the cause of this. "You did this!"Soon enough, her only defense was yanked from her, flying across the room, and he could feel his hand, getting heated up from the sexual desire but still cooler than her body, pushing her panties against her thigh, his hand exploring her most private of parts. She'd masturbated before, but having someone else do it for her, in such an instinctive, alert state, it only made her even wetter, despite herself.

"I am not your property!" she insisted, her heart beating fast, trying to think through the overflow of stimuli, the barrage of sensations she'd never been open to before. She tried to think, forced herself to think, to not just respond to him and to fight his words, but escape. Her free arm, the one that wasn't pressed between their bodies, fumbled to find another weapon in the nearby floor. Maybe another splinter of wood... "AH!" mix of pain and pleasure hit her again, her neck ever too sensitive to his bites, and the lust in her growing by the smell of his blood. "Marriage is not ownership! Its commitment!"

She felt his tongue lapping at her neck and close her eyes shut tightly. She wasn't feeling pleasure, she wasn't, she couldn't! She had to get out, she had to escape, she had to do something...! "Aaahh~!" another jolt of new sensations entered her, quite literally, as his dick entered unceremoniously to her virgin pussy, consumed by her virgin lips. She was tight, she was very tight, but she was also getting quite wet. Now her blood would mix with his inside her, her hymen broken in a single thrust. It hurt, it was too hard, too fast... but that didn't mean there wasn't more to it.

 

[DomG]

The moment he entered her a sigh of pleasure escaped from Dominic's lips, she felt amazing, fantastic, better then he could have ever expected and of course it was made all the better by the fact that her body was responding against her will, he could feel the moisture there, growing by the second as he tore through her virginity. As he buried himself inside of her, forcing her body to accommodate his size he pressed his hips against hers, grinding himself against her, his crotch moving against her clit in an attempt to stimulate her as his cock twisted inside of her. “I don't see why you bother trying to deny the truth.” He growled into her ear with a chuckle, his tongue moving out to trace lightly over her skin, savoring her taste.

Slowly he started moving, not out of any real concern for how it might feel for her but instead because he was taking his time to enjoy the sensation of being deep inside of her and wanted to make it last for as long as it could. With slow and even strokes he drew himself out from her before pushing deep back inside until his hips met hers again, each and every movement bringing his cock nearly all the way out of her before it was thrust back inside. “Your parents over extended themselves and made some very poor business deals over the years and in order to keep your entire family from ending up on the streets doing whatever it took in order to survive they agreed that I could have you instead.” He grinned as she said this, wondering if she would realize the depth of her families betrayal, if she knew they had sold her to him with full knowledge of what he was and what would likely happen to her.

It wasn't long though before he was unable to hold himself back, taking his time had been enjoyable but his lust was overwhelming him and he would not be denied. With a grunt he began to move harder against her, thrusting in and out of her rapidly now as his hips slapped against hers, filling the room with the noise of their bodies, his hand hands moving over her as he fucked her roughly now, no real care given to her own pleasure or keeping her from experiencing pain but instead he was wholly focused on his own needs, an animal wholly given over to his lusts.

“You just had to fight me, just had to show how strong you thought you were.” He hissed as he roughly twisted one of her nipples. “I will break you of that nasty rebellious streak soon enough though, as soon as I am done here I will drag you out in front of the assembled guests at the ball and feed you more of my blood as I drink from you... and not a single person there will speak up in your defense, you family will remain silent unless they want to loose everything they own.”

 

[Goddess]

Whimpers and moans escaped her lips as pain mingled with pleasure, her body fighting and wanting him at the same time. She could feel his weight against her, his dick penetrating her, pushing her insides appart, he could feel his crotch against her clit, so hot, so hard. He was getting her soooo weeet... She could feel the very moment he broke her hymen, the way his cock just tore through it, a painful rip of her very insides, a sensation unlike any other, and never to be experienced again.

She could feel his breath on her ear, enticing her as he taunted her, making her wince with pleasure and disgust as his tongue tasted her skin. She could begin to feel him moving inside her, softly, rhythmically, his entire length almost escaping her only to fully penetrate her once more. THis made her even more desperate, but more unable to try to escape, as she could barely concentrate on trying to resist, much less on finding something to stab him with. "You... you LIAR!" she yelled, desperately, trying to escape the truth if only a little longer. "You... you did something... you sabotaged them... you... you blackmailed them... they... they would never do this to me!"

As she yelled this, he started moving harder, faster, more beastly than ever. It felt good, it felt really good, as she had managed to conform herself to his dick, moans of pleasure escaping her. It was, however, also a lot more painful, and this pain helped her focus, it helped her keep her mind on what mattered, and what mattered was getting out of here. Again she began to fidget around, her fingers wondering though the nearby area, she could feel it, she could feel a long splinter just beyond her reach. Her fingers could barely grab it, as he entertained himself with her body, hopefully he'd be distracted enough by her moans as his hands explored her.

"You... ah~! You brute!" she yelled, her nipples quite sensitive as he twisted them, but she used this to her advantage. With pain and pleasure mingling to give her focus and momentum, she stabbed his back with the shard of wood on the floor. She stabbed him once, twice, over and over. "I will not... be your bride! I will not... let you drink from me! And I will not! Drink any more of that blood of yours!"

 

[DomG]

The pleasure he was feeling was close to overwhelming him and it was immensely enjoyable but it was also a little bit disappointing, he was hearing her moans of pleasure and wanted to make sure that she came before he was done, something that would humiliate her beyond just about anything else. He was trying to focus on something else in order to bring himself back from the edge as he continued to fuck her just as powerfully as before, distracting himself in that manner wasn't working all that well though, he would need to find a way to make this last a little bit longer.

And as if she were trying to indulge him he felt a pain in his shoulder blade, left side, something stabbing over and over again into his flesh. Twisting his head he looked back at what she was using, a shard of wood, little more then an over sized splinter but still it would be enough if her aim was better, the wood wasn't likely to get into his heart through the back, far too much muscle and bone in the way when trying to go through the front and slip between right between the ribs into the heart. Still he couldn't just let her keep stabbing him, something had to be done in order to stop her.

With a growl of anger he pulled out of his bride and quickly flipped her over, up onto her knees while pulling her arms back behind her back so her face remained down in as he entered her again. In the way that he had moved her so quickly about the splinter had remained buried in his back and he could feel the blood dripping down him as the splinter kept it open and kept him bleeding. Carefully, to make sure she wouldn't be able to strike him again he grasped both of her wrists in one hand and reach behind him to withdraw the splinter, seeing it covered in his blood. “Really if you won't stop fighting me like this you will spend your entire life in chains.” He warned her as his free hand, having discarded the splinter, reached down beneath her body.

Swiftly his fingers searched out that sensitive nub of flesh at the apex of her cunt, swiftly rubbing it as he continued to fuck her hard and fast. “Just give into my desires my dear, give into your own pleasure so we can enjoy eternity together.”

 

[Goddess]

Her attack had been useless, that much was to be expected, but anger and desperation were filling her. What choices did she really have? Should she had done this to herself instead, riding herself of such a life, a noble death as the Japanese put it? What if what he said about her family ended up being true? Her anger was the only thing keeping her from being drowned in pleasure, the pleasure of him inside her in her aroused state.

She could feel his dick pulling out of her and soon being flipped over, quickly overpowering her. His movements were far too fast for her to even be able to respond: soon he was behind her and she completely under his grasp. This whole posture was demeaning, she thought as she grit her teeth. She thought of him no more than a beast, wanting to hurt her and humiliate her in every possible way. Then she smelled his blood. In this state of heightened pleasure and awareness, she felt herself getting aroused by that aphrodisiac blood. It was driving her insane. But she had to fight it.

She felt when he entered again, the position allowing him to penetrate deeper into her, and a moan escaped her. Already the smell of his blood was driving her insane. However, at his words, she tried to remain strong. "Better to die with your head high than live kneeling." she said through gritted teeth. This was easily pushed aside by his swift fingers, screams and moans mingling as he pressed in and out of her and her cunt was being rubbed. She didn't get his words. Why did he want eternity? Did he really want to please her? Then why the hell was he doing this? But it felt so good... she was barely able to hold her senses, her fists tightening, her insides tightening....

 

[DomG]

He openly laughed at her words about not wanting to live on her knees, redoubling his fingers movements against her clit in order to drive her to the heights of pleasure, he could feel the way she was tightening around him and if not for the capacious amounts of fluids that she was producing to lubricate her cunt he would have never been able to fuck her this hard or fast. He knew her climax was approaching and he was working as hard as he could to hold his own off for as long as he could, knowing it would only increase the intensity of the climax for the both of them when it finally hit. “I have heard people say things like that before my love.” He whispered, his voice half mocking but holding truth as well. “They always die far before their time, not realizing the pleasures that can come through willing submission, death is final but life... even a life on your knees is filled with possibility.”

He knew his words would likely only encourage her to rebel later on but given time and a steady diet of his blood he knew he would be able to break down her resistance, he didn't want to break her too quickly or serverly though otherwise she might never recover from what was happening to her and end up taking her own life. “You can try to resist me, you can fight me as long as you like but in the end I know I will have you, I will have your heart and soul as well as your body, we have all the time in the world together so I would suggest you just accept your station and come to enjoy what I can do for you.” With those words he dragged his fangs over her shoulders, small lines of blood forming from the scrapes which his tongue quickly ran over the small rivulets of blood.

It was the taste of the blood that put him over the edge, without slowing his thrusts or his fingers for even a moment he let loose a roar that must have been heard throughout the manor, even by his guests, his body reaching climax and several long hot strands of cum spurting from his cock deep into her as he kept fucking her, so great in volume that it began to leak from between their joined bodies. “That was amazing.” He praised her as he finally came to a stop, resting against her and even kissing the side of her neck tenderly. “Tell me love, did you enjoy it as much as I did?”