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To be in Control (me and xWickedBlackLace)

He felt her bite, and the penetrating scream that went through his system from her as he moved into her. He could feel her grip on him tighten, both around his length and around his neck. But it was how she screamed that pushed him to go on, for he knew that it was of pleasure that she could never get enough of. His hips slowly moved in her, pushing a little deeper, arching to hit some sweet spots in her. He bared his neck for her, letting her bite more, to even take blood if she wanted.
 
Marilyn's hips pushed back against him and she couldn't help but cry out when he pushed firther into her, rearing her head back as though she were screaming his name to the very clouds. She held onto him tighter, tug into him, and twisted her hips against him to make sure all of him got a taste of her. She made sure his entire length went with quick and intense pleasure.
 
She was moving like a expert on him, rocking her hips even without being astraddled him. His hips sped up in a lustful need, and as her head went back, his lips went forward, finding her neck and nibbling, teasing it, letting her feel his fangs. "You are mine." He whispered to her, before biting down. The explosion of her blood rocked him, making him thrust deeper and faster into her.
 
His skin began to glow white with the play of light beneath him.
Wrapped her legs around his waiste, her arms around his shoulders. She began to feel that growing waver of pleasure again. Nails pinning into his back, tracing her pleasure in half moons on his back. Her more feminine parts squeezed the length of him as she pushed against him. It was as though she couldn't get him deep enough. As if their skin just couldn't be close enough. And when he claimed her, it through her over the edge.

"I'm...I'm." she breathed into his flesh, savoring his scent. No. She wouldn't admit she was his. "You're all for me then." she demanded, eagerly moving closer to him if that were even possible.
 
His skin began to glow white with the play of light beneath him.
Wrapped her legs around his waiste, her arms around his shoulders. She began to feel that growing waver of pleasure again. Nails pinning into his back, tracing her pleasure in half moons on his back. Her more feminine parts squeezed the length of him as she pushed against him. It was as though she couldn't get him deep enough. As if their skin just couldn't be close enough. And when he claimed her, it through her over the edge.

"I'm...I'm." she breathed into his flesh, savoring his scent. No. She wouldn't admit she was his. "You're all for me then." she demanded, eagerly moving closer to him if that were even possible.
 
His skin began to glow white with the play of light beneath him.
Wrapped her legs around his waiste, her arms around his shoulders. She began to feel that growing waver of pleasure again. Nails pinning into his back, tracing her pleasure in half moons on his back. Her more feminine parts squeezed the length of him as she pushed against him. It was as though she couldn't get him deep enough. As if their skin just couldn't be close enough. And when he claimed her, it through her over the edge.

"I'm...I'm." she breathed into his flesh, savoring his scent. No. She wouldn't admit she was his. "You're all for me then." she demanded, eagerly moving closer to him if that were even possible.
 
Her every scratch and cut along his sin drove him closer to the shattering of pleasure that he forced himself faster, pushing her to the brink before he would hit it. Her words seemed slightly poisoned, but he knew better, sensing the denial in her mind. "As much as you are." He knew that it was a dangerous game that he was playing now, knowing that if she denied him, she would assume the worst. But he knew that he had her, and that meant that he was hers just as much.

A groan escaped his lips as his hips pounded against hers before filling her up with hot seed from his orgasm. He kept a pace to give her one, though, not one to leave things unfinished.
 
And there was that delicious pressure building quickly, releasing her pleasure in first one long, followed by a few short intervals as she tossed her head back. Her breasts pressed hard on his chest as she screamed to the sun, and any constellations above them. The impact shook him and the power and connection they had ripped through the air between them and around like a billowing bout of it's own pressure. Like nothing the persperating clouds themselves below them could produce. You could almost touch it, run your fingers through the air and come out with a moist and sweet substance over them.

After releasing her own pressure she found herself rather exhausted. Her body was still tense from her orgasm, but she slumped against him in attempt to relax. Her body ached now.

"Did you seriously..." she asked between releasing breaths. "...just take me away from the ground to fuck me in the air?"
 
It was like a aura around them, tangible to all the senses though not really there from the force of their lovemaking. He felt her resting against him, and he forced his energy to be there so he could fly still. His wings were flapping cool air over their overheated bodies as he breached the clouds, going down into the cooler night air where a soft mint of rain came to meet them.

"Yes, I did." He said, with a smirk in his voice and on his face. He turned her head to face him, and he kissed her deeply, though it was more of love than passion. The flight wasn't too long after that, entering what looked like a cathedral. He set her down, helping her adjust her clothes before his own. "Stay close to me." He said as a word of caution.
 
Marilyn stuck to him even as they landed, a palm pressed gently against his chest in sort of a damsel in distress sort of manner. It wasn't who she was, but it was the manner in which she was presenting herself. She could put on any facade she desired. He would see right through it though, she was sure of that much.

"Well, I wouldn't know where to go otherwise." She glanced around the beautiful building. It was hard not to part her lips with astonishment.
 
He couldn't help but laugh a bit as he noticed her posture. "Not what I meant." He saw through it like it was a ghost, and he knew others would, too. "You are strong, and you should appear it. But don't leave my side. I know there are Vampires that would enjoy taking you as their own. And they are not as kind as me."

He pushed the doors open with both hands, leading the way into the cathedral. There weren't too many elder vampires there, but there were quite a few of the fledglings, all who eyed Marilyn with interest, though smart enough to not make a move... in Alexander's company.
 
Sort of a pout came over her features but she seemed to move closer to him. Her posture remained perfect, however. Green eyes were vibrant and alert. The bare skin of her upper chest pushed out and exposed a small bit of flesh as her posture pushed up, her hips and all the curves of her flaring to life.

"Aren't they unable to take me at this point because I'm your bonded?"

She asked, getting serious again. Her Vampiric blood was beginning to mix with his. It'd taken a while but something in his blood was making her own flare to life. Within a few days she could be a full fledged vampire. She knew that. She'd known that. She just didn't think about that part. She forgot WHAT her daddy was sometimes.
 
He heard her question even as she stayed close enough to him that he could intercept anyone that came towards her. Not wanting to be overheard in this place with so many people that could be betrayers or outright enemies, his mind linked with hers, his voice echoing through her head: They couldn't, but they could try to either way. But there would be hell to pay if they did.

Some of the fledglings were licking their lips as they looked at Marilyn, and most visibly flinched when they felt the gold glare of Alexander hit them soon after. He was not one to take chances very often, and he knew the recklessness of the freshly turned at times. He wasn't going to let that happen here.

It wasn't too long before he opened a door that was behind the cathedral altar, opening to a smaller room with more of the Elders, sitting in a circle around a large table. All the heads turned to the two of them as they walked in, and Alex led her to the head of the table, though he refused to sit down.

"There was six clans. Now there are five. The Vampires are all in disorder, trying to vie to be the Lord. But, as long as all the Clans are separated, no Lord will calm whatever wars come our way. We have enough deaths and problems thanks to those damnable Lycans and Were-Boars." They didn't know how, but another Were-race came into being, stronger than the Lycans, but obviously servants to them.
 
She quickly realised just how cautious he wanted her to be and despite her urge to vocalize everything she had in her head. It was okay, though. She could be political. She folded her hands over her lap and watched the council elaborate, listening and trying to piece more of a backstory in her mind. Lycans now? What did Lycans have to do with Vampires, she wondered.
 
While there was no more talk about the Lycans and what seemed to be genetic experiments done by them, they found a quick and easy solution to the Vampire wars. A coup would be done, simultaneously, through the other four clans, in two nights. All of the leaders would be taken down and put into submission to swear fealty to Alexander, who will lead them to a better future, and hopefully the end of the wars against the Lycans.

Alex was slightly haggard after the discussions, leaving in haste with Marilyn, taking off into the sky immediately. Something was wrong, the council usually didn't come to a agreement so easily.
 
She sighed as they were on the move once again, her heels clicking to keep up with the quick pace he'd set. For each he took, she had to take three or four. It was getting kind of exhausting. So much for waking up refreshed!

"Are you going to use your telepathic mumbo jumbo to explain to me what the fuck is going on now?"
 
They were outside already, the cathedral's doors closed already, and he turned to her, his face seeming to be shrouded by thunderclouds in a sense of anger. But he controlled himself, knowing that it would be very foolish to explode on her. "I do not trust the council." He said in a short voice, slowing down so they could walk at a even pace. "They are up to something, but I am not in a position to make a move against them. The plan is to subdue the other four Clan leaders simultaneously. Almost all of our resources will be in one push. And once I am put on the throne, we go to finish the war with the Lycans. I know they are fortifying since the last large battle. Licking their wounds and getting ready for their own push if we don't hurry."
 
Marilyn wondered just how difficult his world as it stood was if he couldn't even trust the council that collaborated about him. It made her muscles tense to think about, though she still didn't have a clear understanding of what that meant for him. She wasn't sure if he even knew what he was preparing for.

'Alright, well...just what battle tactics do you plan on using? Is there some sort of Vampiric military you've complied for yourself that's ready for this sort of thing? Or is it you against the entire race?'
 
What they were to do was easier than it seemed. "Four groups to head in to capture and force submission on the leaders. I'm heading one of the groups. It is easy enough, but..." He shook his head. "Like I said, it was a answer that came up too easily. We must watch our backs."

Wings sprouted from his back, a few feathers falling to the ground before he turned to her. "Come. I wish to rest before this large overtaking. Do you know a place where we can escape the clans?"
 
Marilyn thought about it for a few moments, tapping her finger against the flesh above her lip. Little did she know there was a fang growing just beneath.

"I don't even know where we ARE." she admitted. "Even if I knew anywhere serene, do you think I would know how to direct you to it?" she asked, crossing her arms once more over her chest. She prepared silently to be lifted off the ground and whisked away at any given moment.
 
He smiled at her as he heard her retort. "You underestimate my abilities." He said, as his mind lined with hers again. "And yours." His mind put the image of where they were at the moment, then whisked it away, going through forests and plains in a blur, before his mind gave her the image of what her home was. He knew it would be painful for her, and that she may rebel, but it was the only place he knew that she knew.

"How about from there?"
 
Marilyn reached up and placed her hands around the backs of his neck, resting her palms softly on his flesh. She entwined his hair around a few of her fingers and pulled him down so his forehead pressed against hers. She closed her eyes and took those few moments to connect with him.

"I could be able to come up with something."

A small sigh escaped her lips as her hunger dulled. It wasn't a good sign to her. It would be morning before she didn't need to eat food ever again. But then she pushed an image of a temple into his mind. It was her own sacred space, but it was nowhere near her actual home. She didn't want to face her actual home right now.

The temple was an object of her own works. Latin spell binding codes strung alond the broken walls, a small stream of water flowing through the ruins. The space was heavily warded. It was a dark vampiric energy.
 
She moved closer, their heads touched, and he let her give him the image, beautiful scenery, away from normal civilization, and unknown to the clans. "This will be perfect." He said in a soft voice, smiling to her. His arms took her up easily against him as he took flight, but he savored the time, knowing that dawn was too soon to come.

He took foot outside of the cathedral, moving forward, looking over some of the runes. "You'll have to open it up, this is your seal." He said softly, as he red the runes to himself, entranced by meaning and beauty.
 
Marilyn leaned with her back against the stone of it's entryway and closed her eyes. An energy pulled in around her before she finally sent it out. A glow of golden light flickered into the curves of each rune, each heiroglyph, each latin letter, until finally the power sunk back into the ground of her shrine. She stepped forward and offered him a small and pale hand to join her.

"This is my personal escape. My family doesn't even know about this. I come here to get in touch with myself, my own energy, away from everybodies biased opinions. Between one of my fathers being a Vampire and the other being the future underworld heir-"

Yes, it was true. Marilyn had two fathers. She never really thought anything of it. Her genetics were from both of them. She was actually bared by her Vampiric Aunt.

"-you know. It gets overwhelming."
 
The sudden surge of power sent a shock through his spine, the whipping airs around them for it tussling his hair and ruffling clothes. He took a step back, seeing the glowing runes, thinking that for a moment it was a counter-measure for being close and wanting access to what they were protecting. But when the glow went away, he noted that it was it simply becoming deactivated... for who knows how long. This was advanced magic, something that he had heard of but hadn't done himself in a long time. Whoever this woman really was, she was more powerful than she gave herself credit for, using old ways that many Vampires had forgotten about.

He took the offered hand for a moment, letting her lead into her territory, but released it as she mentioned a future heir as her father. "Who?" He asked, taking a step forward and turning to face her. "Who is this Heir that you speak of?"
 
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