Spoils of Blood (Vixen_mistress and Google)

[DomG]

Years of planning, months of moving all the pieces into place, werewolf agents who had moved into the area ahead of time staging diversions across the elven kingdom to draw their military forces away from the capitol city, and then in a single night, after a massive expenditure of power by their cabal of sorcerers to cause an eclipse of the sun, the vampire forces attacked. The invasion was swift and devastating, few forces stood in the way of their army and by midnight the elven capital city had fallen to the invading vampire forces, the few pockets of resistance that remained were being hunted down and the general population was being enslaved. It was a swift coup, one that had worked perfectly and now Draken Seth stood in the throne room where the assembled daughters of the royal family and other nobility were being gathered up... after all to the victors went the spoils.

Out in the city and pretty young thing that had been found was being grabbed by the vampire soldiers who wanted to have their fun but to the highest ranking would go the very best, the cream of the crop. The high ranking captains of the invading had gathered there and were eying the young pretty things that they desired, but Draken was going to waste no time just standing around with the others, instead the high ranking sorcerer would claim what he desired right away rather then let someone else get her first and force him to go for some second choice.

With a sneer upon his face Draken began to stride across the room towards the young elf that he had his eyes on, dressed in the finery that only could be the royal family. Unlike the others in the room he wasn't in a military uniform, his position as a high ranking sorcerer allowed him to dress however he liked, choosing to wear a long black leather jacket with its shoulders capped with skeletal arms made of iron, leather pants, a black cotton shirt, and of course leather boots tipped with iron skulls on his feet, the boots clicking softly as he approached his prey, red eyes shining at her the entire time.

“This one is mine.” He declared to the others as he gripped the chain that had been attached to her neck by a rough iron collar when she had been captured, his boldness triggering the others who started to approach their chosen prey who shrank back in fear, some eying him with jealousy as he had clearly chosen the young lady that they had desired for themselves. Yanking the chain roughly he forced her to look up into his eyes, desire for more then just blood clear in his smirk which showed his fangs, fully extended. “So what is your name?” He half growled, uninterested really in the name but more interested in the fear that he could inspire in her.

 

[Vixen_Mistress]

RE: Spoils of Blood

It was a bad idea to send the troops out, but the king had not listened to his only daughter Ariya when she had said it. In the end it did not matter, she was young, so the others had not bothered thinking over her suggestion, saying she did not understand these matters and that when she was queen she would see why their decision was right. But now it was too late, their enemies had broken through and were now in the castle, rounding up everyone, the guards trying to fight them off and dying, while servants and others in the castle gave up, not wanting themselves, or their families hurt by fighting the invaders. Ariya had been in her room, told of the inevitable downfall of her home and so she had gotten dressed in her normal attire, which was her undergarments, a long flowing dark purple velvet like gown that reached her ankles, and on her feet were silver sandals. She had not bothered with a circlet, or anything of that sort, her jewelry would be taken and sold, so the only thing she kept was her mother's necklace, which she was now wearing, which was shaped in the form of a butterfly with a small opal as the body, and crystal in the wings.

When told that the enemy was in the castle her maids, and ladies in waiting had come to her room, begging her to leave, to hide, or something, but Ariya refused and in moments the door had opened and like all the others the women were put in chains and a collar and lead to the room where they were keeping others. Once in the room others were startled, looking over at the princess, and wondered if they would kill the last of the royal family as they had heard or if there would be something far worse in store for her. Ariya herself thought about this too, seeing the vampires watching her with hunger in their eyes, she knew none would be too kind to her, and each would hurt her no matter what. Soon she felt herself tremble a little, but after taking a deep breath she attempted to calm herself, not wanting to seem too weak or frightened, though hiding fear from these creature she heard was impossible or so the stories had said.

Ariya was hard not to look at, with pale skin, and long dark hair that was almost black, which made her silver eyes stand out even more. Her body was slender as any elf would be, and she had a C cup bust and soft curvy hips leading to her tone backside and long set of legs under the dress. She had managed to control her trembling until she was approached by a intimating male vampire who took hold of her chain and announced that she was his. Seeing the anger and other looks from the vampires in the room worried her, hoping he would be able to handle them should one say he wanted her or try and take her from this one, but she noticed he was dressed different, wondering if he was higher in rank, but she did not know much of vampire ranks and structure in their military. When pulled to him by the collar she moved closer, despite her desire not to and looked up at him, her body still, but her eyes gave her away, showing she really was terrified of him and she had little doubt he would not notice the slight trembling to her lips, though others would not.

When asked her name it startled her, but she answered him, "My name is Ariya, sir." She replied, not sure what she was suppose to call him, but hoped he would give her credit for trying and being respectful, since she knew this vampire was in control and he now owned her, or so she guessed by being claimed by him. However her eyes went to the other women in the room, seeing them shrink away from the vampires as they approached and sought their own prizes. Ariya felt sorry for them, hoping none would be killed, but then again she wondered if death would be a mercy compared to what these creatures might do to them. Looking back to the one holding her chain she looked up into his red eyes, but not for long, something about those red eyes scared her and so she had to look away. Now that she looked away from him and avoided his eyes she noticed he was not bad looking for a vampire, and had she not been so terrified she might have found him attractive, and that said something since elven men were very handsome. That though she pushed away quickly and was thankful he had no idea of that thought, despite how brief it might have been.

 

[DomG]

RE: Spoils of Blood

The others were looking at him with envy, clearly the coveted with what he had claimed for himself... but they knew better then to challenge him for it. Already minor scuffles were breaking out among the lowest ranking of those assembled in the room as they squabbled for what they wanted among what was left. Still Draken really didn't want to let others even think for a moment that he wasn't going to contend for what he had claimed as his own and sneering at those behind him, raising the hand that was not holding her chain Draken allowed sparks of eldritch power crackle up his arm and gather into his hand for a moment. He was chief among the sorcerers of the vampire nations army, standing in the midst of the high ranking warriors and men who had risen to their station through tactical prowess and cunning. In a straight fight against them, though he had worked to learn the arts of traditional warfare, then he would likely end up slain but there would be no straight up fight if they pushed it, Draken had worked hard to empower himself through mystical means... born with a talent for the magical arts he had not needed to stoop to arcane bargins made with fell beings that a Warlock would need to make.

The display of power, though a rather blunt one lacking any subtly, seemed to remind the others what they were dealing with. He was not a part of their chain of command, he operated outside of it and only reported directly to the Vampiric High Council, to the Council chair responsible for the use of magic by vampires, Sorcerers, Warlocks, and Alchemists were all under his perview and Draken had his eye on the seat though it would be some time until he could claim it... but he was approaching his second century and had learned to be patient and play the long game.

“Your name is whatever I tell you it is.” He half growled to her as he turned her attention back towards her, his eyes running over her body with clear lust shining through the hunger for blood, he had expended quite a bit of magic that day and needed to feed in order to recover... virgin blood being the best, particularly a virgin elfs blood. “But you have the right idea there, my name is Draken, but you will call me Master until I direct you to call me something else.”

Bending and twisting his head he leaned in closer to her, inhaling deeply before starting to sniff at her as though he were a wild animal, her fear was clear to him as though it had been written in bold letters on her face and it was right that she felt fear, he was in charge then and there, he had all the power. It seemed that he had chosen wisely, they had no portraits of the princess but they did know the name of the heir to the elven kingdom they were taking... Ariya. Though her status would get her no special treatment having claimed the heir to this land would be beneficial to Draken, a minor edge that he might be able to put to use as the princess might come in handy putting down any potential rebellion that might occur.

“I chose well princess.” He mocked her, his voice a low whisper. “Now I have no doubt that some general has set himself up in your fathers chambers but your former living space might still be untouched, why don't you lead me there?” The sooner he got her away from others the better, he needed to feed and while some had already sank their fangs into their chosen meal he would rather have a little privacy for the time being before anyone caught on to the fact that he was quite drained and got a smart idea. “Now get a move on princess, what little patience I have is wasting away and once it is gone I promise that you will not be happy.”

 

[Vixen_Mistress]

RE: Spoils of Blood

Ariya was a little startled to see the vampire use magic in such a way and knew now why no one tried to argue with his claim to her. But what surprised her more was that he was looking specifically for her since she knew not many would tell them who she was or if she was the princess, but he had managed to spot her. Which made her wonder why he would be looking for her specifically and not choose someone else since her status did not matter anymore. When he stated that her name was what he wanted it to be she said nothing, not wanting to make him angry with her since he would no doubt make an example of her should she try to fight him.

When he stated his name it seemed to ring a few bells, but she knew in time she would find out more about him and what he could do. Ariya had magic, but unfortunately hers was not for battle, she was skilled in healing, and nothing else, which made her father decide to give her guards who could fight as well as wield magic to protect her. But she knew they were no more, either caught or dead, she only hoped that her people would not suffer too much at the hands of these monsters. Ariya looked back up to him as he leaned in and breathed in her scent, the action making her tense since she was seeing many of her close friends being fed on as though they were nothing, just toys. It made her stomach clench and knot up, but she remained as calm as she could with him so close to her delicate neck before taking a slow breath when he pulled away.

Hearing his order to be taken to her chambers she nodded her head slowly and looked to her friends one last time, praying they would be alright, but only time would tell. She moved gracefully and at a steady pace, not going slow, but not going as though in a hurry. Her hands were in front of her, nervously fumbling with the thick cord that was her gowns belt, knowing it was useless and mostly just for show and to define her figure more, but it helped to keep her mind off things.

Once to her doors she opened them, finding it empty she moved to let him enter, waiting by the door to close it. She stayed there, waiting to see if he approved of her room or if he would want another one. It was filled with many soft natural colors, browns, tans, and a few hints of silver, while the walls were painted by hand in silver and a more dark shade of brown to make the silver stand out more. Ariya waited for a moment before closing the door and then moved to stand on one of her fur rugs, her eyes looking over him for a moment before looking in the mirror and her hand reach up, touching the iron collar, an ugly reminder of what his people had made her kind into. "Are you going to be remaining in the castle, or returning to your homeland... Master?" She asked having almost forgotten to call him such, but she had added it just in time. The princess knew she would have no choice, but was simply curious about what would happen to her lovely home. Already she knew where ever he went she would be taken with him like a possession he wanted near. Ariya avoided even looking at the bed, already having some idea of thoughts he had of her, and none of them she would like, but she remained as calm as she could for the time being and would just have to take things as they came, which could happen at any time he chose.

Ariya was careful about her question, and tried to keep it short, not knowing he would permit her to talk later or just have her silent at all times, which would be a waste since she had a beautiful voice and loved to sing. Looking up at him she wondered if he would have rules for her, things she could do, things she could not, and if so would he tell them to her, or just let her make a mistake and learn when punished. That thought made her tremble a little and she looked away for a few second, looking at the floor, not wanting to think about what he might do to her if he should choose to punish her for something. Unfortunately when trying not to think about something it happens, so she quickly brought her attention to other things, like Draken, and what he planned to do with her.

 

[DomG]

RE: Spoils of Blood

Hearing her heart beat faster and her breath hitch as he leaned in to get a better sample of her scent was a delicious thing, close proximity was apparently enough to make her fret with fear but he hadn't even laid a hand on her yet, gripping her chain and posturing of course to frighten her but not yet touched a single hair upon her head. It was interesting really just what an effect he could have on her, he would enjoy manipulating her further as time went on, taking the time to slowly break her down and mold her into the perfect little pet, a source of blood and amusement that he would keep around him at all times. In truth if he fed on her every day then she likely wouldn't survive for very long before hunger eventually over came him and he drained her dry... she would be to him what a bottle of excellent wine was to a connoisseur, he would savor her blood only in small amounts while feeding to slake his thirt elsewhere... the better to preserve her of course.

As she led the way to her chambers he followed behind her, holding the chain as though he were walking a prized hound. It was tempting for him to put her down on hands and knees and make her crawl through the halls of her home, watching her hips and ass move for his pleasure, only the dress she was in would hinder such an action and he put the thought aside for later... she might belong to him but he was the sort who would happily put what was his on display and show it off, maybe even allowing others to enjoy a small taste of what he could enjoy whenever he wanted. It would be an infrequent thing if he did it at all... but Draken was the sort to never discard an idea that appealed to him in the slightest, after all he had all the time in the world to find just the right moment.

Her room was different from what he had expected, suitable for his purposes but somehow he had suspected that there would be more meaningless frippery about, in all it was a rather understated thing but not an unpleasant set up, his own manor back in the Vampire capital of Carpathia was decorated in darker colors, rare woods and black marble shot with veins of red was the construction material for most of the furniture in the home with of course heavy drapes over the windows to protect him from the sun though few knew that they were mainly there for show, though he doubted she would understand the significance of them Draken knew that the princess, his princess, would soon have a first hand look at the labors that he had taken to protect himself from the danger which the sun represented to his kind.

Her question interrupted his thoughts of home though and he looked to her again with a mixed expression, torn between carnal desires and the unquenchable thirst which was growing within. “We will remain in the city for a little while...” He said after a moment, shrugging off his jacket and letting it fall to the floor with little attention paid to it. With the jacket removed his shirt only came down to the mid forearm, exposing extensive tattoos starting just above his wrist and moving up. They were tribal shapes and runes, all depicted in black ink, winding and coiling around themselves in the start of the pattern of his own design. Though his shirt covered it now these same patterns moved up over his chest and repeated, becoming more and more complex the entire time, though it was on his chest and back that a certain rune more complex then others repeated several times in several variations... the sign of a sun being eclipsed either partially or completely. This rune, when drawn using the right ink and of course drawing on his own innate magical ability gave Draken a resistance to sunlight... it worked best though when he was able to feed more frequently on those of elven descent.

To other vampires elves were a rare delicacy, a treat to enjoy... but to Draken they represented more... a chance to over come the greatest weakness of his kind and with that he could ascend to a high position. “I may even have an estate constructed here for my pleasure, something of a vacation home. The Council have plans for this land... your people will not go extinct for that would be such a waste, Elves will flourish so long as they are willing to follow the rules.” Of course he didn't go into the breeding program that would soon be enforced to swell their numbers.

His patience was about gone though, why should he continue to answer questions. “Enough of this... right now I want you to remove that pretty little dress you have on, its time for me to inspect my property.” With a keen eye on her he moved closer, noticing for the first time her pierced ears which spoke volumes to him, raising some interesting questions, on an elf the ears were an erogenous zone and the piercing of them was not a common thing... could his princess have a masochistic streak to her or was she just a little rebel who didn't get the signifigance.

 

[Vixen_Mistress]

RE: Spoils of Blood

Ariya watched his jacket hit the floor and her eyes went to the tattoo on his wrist and under the shirt until she could not see it. It was interesting, and had he not been so short with her she might have asked what it was, or what it meant, and if it had hurt, since tattoos were not something common that elves did, but would do once and a while depending on status, such as her mother and father, when wed and king and queen they received tattoos that marked them as royalty and the rulers. Ariya had not had them because she had never become queen. However she did have pierced ears, though she had gotten them long ago and seemed to like them, not only for show since she liked silver, but for some other reason she was uncertain of, or maybe it was something she would not admit, either way they were their glittering in her ears and dangling down slightly.

The girl was a little relieved to hear they would be staying, but not as much as she might have been if he had said they would not all be slaves to his kind, but she said none of this out loud. When told to remove her dress she looked at him for a moment, finding she was more nervous now than ever since she was still pure, and untouched by a male of any kind, so being seen without her clothing on was not something she was custom to. But after a moment of telling herself she had no choice and he would rip her dress off and possibly hurt her for disobeying she did as he said, untying the belt around her waist and let it fall to the ground, then her hands went to the lacing in back and loosened it so she could slip the dress down off of her body and allow it to pool around the floor. All she was left in were her undercorset which reached just above her naval, and panties that were silk and more like a thong, small ribbons tied at the hips to keep them on her. He had said to take the dress off, and she had, he had not said to completely disrobe.

Ariya took a small step out of her dress and looked up at him, much more frightened than before now that her dress did not cover her and her slender body was visible, though not all of it, but that did not matter to her, she still felt uncomfortable and it had her fumbling with her hands in front of her to keep from trying to reach and cover herself. Her eyes were on him now, wondering if he approved, though if he did not she doubted there was much she could do to change herself since it was difficult for elves to lose weight since they were already so thin, most of the time.

Her long dark hair fell over her back and just barely over her bust region of the corset, but it did not reach further to her misfortune. Soon one hand was resting on her hip crossing over her stomach while the other was to her chest, her fingers playing with the butterfly necklace around her neck that her mother had given her to hopefully calm her down, which surprisingly enough worked a little and had not been taken by the vampires who had found her and the other women. Her silver eyes watched his every move, waiting for his words, whatever they may be. Butterflies were in her stomach, and her heart felt like it was beating far too fast for her liking, but for the moment she did not care at all.

 

[DomG]

RE: Spoils of Blood

Draken's eyes never moved from her body as she let the dress fall to the floor, narrowed they watched her with a great deal of intensity that bordered on obsessive desire, her skin was smooth and unmarked by any scar or blemish, her breasts were just the perfect size, full and firm just begging for him to abuse. He really had chosen right when it came to the pet that he had picked among the assembled daughters of nobility. She certainly appeared fertile enough, and with a small tweak or two with magic he would be able to impregnate her as though she were another vampire... using her to create and heir of his own would certainly open up some interesting options for him and of course be just as useful as the living princess herself at quelling a possible rebellion and keeping her former subjects in line.

Running his tongue over his teeth Draken slowly approached her, eyes constantly moving over her body, taking every facet of her body into account until he stood before her, his body lightly brushing up against her own. His hand moved quickly, snapping up in a blur of motion and seizing the wrist where she was covering her breasts and wrenching it upward, pulling her up onto her toes. “Don't cover your body.” He instructed her, his voice low and cold as he looked down into her eyes. “Your body belongs to me, and you will only cover it up when I give you permission to do so, any clothing that you wear will be given to you by me... though I do like this.” Reaching down he ran a finger over the crotch of the silken covering that kept her pussy from his view, pressing lightly against the covered slit as the finger stroked back and forth.

He didn't stop there though, his hand moved over her as though he were inspecting a horse. Starting at her thighs his hand began to rub, squeeze, and even pinch at her flesh, grabbing and then slapping her ass roughly, mauling her breasts, and even gripping beneath her chin and forcing her to keep eye contact with him, all the while his other hand kept her on her toes with a tight grip on her wrist. Even her mouth was not left out of his inspection, two fingers pressing into her mouth and probing its soft depths and running over her tongue before withdrawing the fingers and wiping the moisture away onto the side of her face. “A little bit more exercise wouldn't hurt you.” He sneered, in truth her body was perfection but he couldn't just tell her that, he would need to keep her on edge and working to please him in order to keep him from growing angry with her. “But I will make sure that you get plenty of it.” He had no intention of taking her jewlery from her though, it would amuse him to take advantage of the situation she was now in, degrading her while she wore the circlet that had once marked her station.

Twisting his head down closer to her he brushed his fangs over her ear for a moment, enjoying the power that he had over her, enjoying the fear that he was causing her. “Right now though princess I am going to give you a chance, a small one, to get through the night with your virtue intact. All you have to do is fall to your knees and worship my cock with your mouth. If you please me, then you can enjoy one more night of chastity.” Of course there was no way she would be able to satisfy him given the situation she found herself in but he thought that fear would be an excellent motivator as he released her wrist.

 

[Vixen_Mistress]

RE: Spoils of Blood

His eyes following her every movement was worrying her, wondering if he had control of himself as he watched her in a way she would never truly understand since she was his prey. However she had no idea of his plans for her, or that he could impregnate her should he choose to. So she simply stood there, her hand resting against her chest until it was taken and she was brought to stand on her toes by him with a small soft whimper that left her lips. Looking up at him she listened to his words and nodded quickly in response, letting him know she understood and would try not to disobey, but her kind were not use to being nude often. When his fingers began touching her lower region she flinched, tensing a little and her body shook so badly it could be felt in her wrists that he was holding. When he touched her slit she remained tense, but let herself calm just enough to really let her body feel what he was doing, the sensation very new to her and drew a small gasp from her lips.

As her master touched the rest of her she found it less pleasant than his other touches and let out small helpless sounds when touched in a way she did not like, or if hurt, such as the pinching, or slapping which had her struggling a little against his grip, although she knew it was pointless, but she could not help her natural reaction to such touches. She felt horrible, humiliated, and then it just got worse when he forced his fingers into her mouth, a whimper of discomfort and displeasure at it until finally he removed them and she quickly closed it.

Ariya would have called him a liar when he commented on needing more exercise, because she knew she did not, but after being handled so crudely she did not want his to harm her for saying such a thing, but she did not react to the comment either, knowing what he meant by all of it, but just let it go, ignoring the insinuation. But when the offer to keep her virginity intact came from him she thought about it, wondering if it was a lie as well, just to get her to obey just to take her once she was finished anyways. Once she came to that thought process she figured he might do such a thing, since elves were taught that vampires would make such an offer and yet make it impossible to please them.

Finally she shook her head slowly, looking up at him with her beautiful eyes and spoke softly as well as carefully so she would hopefully avoid getting into trouble. "Thank you for the chance to avoid the inevitable, but I fear I will not do well enough with how much you frighten me, Master." She explained, trying to be respectful. She did however have something else in mind that she was going to suggest, "May I make a request? To undress you myself, closer to the bed, and have you take me tonight instead Master?" She asked softly, her voice soft, sweet, and so innocent, but there was a curiousness in her look up at him, her eyes showing she still feared him, but she hoped he might find it a bold action on her part to want to be taken tonight, an even have her be the one to possibly give herself to him, instead of raping her, but she knew it was not her choice, so now she asked him for such a thing to be allowed. Her hands slowly and carefully moved to touch his own that had a grip on her wrist, her soft and very warm flesh touching his. "Please Master?" She asked in a soft purr, so terrified of him, yet she had told herself that compared to the others he was a little different and hoped he might allow her to do this.

Her hand moved from his hand, down his arm and to his shirt, touching it then down to his stomach, flesh touching flesh, "I will try to please you down there if that is what you desire more Master." She added, letting him know she knew he owned her and was trying her best to not overstep her bounds, but there was something in her she did not recognize in herself that he might have, and that was a submissive streak, and a willingness and wanting to please her mate, and although he was not, she knew he was not going to allow her to mate with another male anytime soon, so in her mind she considered him to be the closest thing to one she could ever have and had to get use to it.

In her society marriage was arranged and if the girl did not approve she would just have to accept her fate and make the best of it, and Aryia saw this as no different, except he was no suitor or husband but something much more terrifying in her mind.

 

[DomG]

RE: Spoils of Blood

The noises she made and the other signs of discomfort that were there did nothing at all to dissuade Draken, he was enjoying every moment of it. Compared to some Draken wasn't really all that much of a sadist but each and every moment he was making her uncomfortable, keeping her afraid of him and pressing his fingers into her mouth just to demean her were only serving to turn him on a great deal, the evidence of his growing arousal easily seen if one just looked down at his pants and saw the ever expanding bulge that was there. Oh he was only just starting, if the piercings in her ear were any indication there was a great deal of potential there, elements to her that could be explored with a little bit of time and he already wanted to see some more piercings on her body, her nipples, net clit, perhaps even her tongue so that she would work harder to get him off once she was properly broken... in his mind he could already see her with a small silver chain, draped between the rings in her nipples, yanking the chain every time she displeased him just to correct her.

Her offer though, was unexpected and practically came out of no where, he certainly had not seen that coming. Without a moments hesitation he grabbed her by the throat, squeezing tight for a few moments while he considered what she had just offered him before smiling at her, predatory instinct clear in his eyes. Having prey throw itself at your feet was entirely unexpected and Draken wasn't sure what to do for a few moments, it went against every instinct that he had. “You are a clever one aren't you?” He asked slowly, keeping his eyes on hers at every moment to ensure that she wasn't lying to him, that she wouldn't try to run. Of course she would have no where to run too though, the castle was filled with vampires and fleeing from him would only lead her into a roving pack of soldiers who would be far less gentle with her and would likely kill her once they had amused themselves. “You think to offer yourself to me to gain favor with me, that perhaps I will be more gentle with you.”

For a moment it seemed as though he was on the edge of an angry outburst, ready to throw her across the room before he broke out laughing, a deep and almost entirely unnatural sound coming from him considering moments before he had been on the verge of a violent outburst. Slowly he released her and pressing two fingers to the iron collar that had been locked around her neck, a few soft words murmured and the lock at its back sprang open allowing the collar and chain to fall to the floor. “Don't think that I won't replace the collar princess.” He warned her quickly. “But you have managed to please me right now, you will undress me, you will work to please me with your mouth, and then once I feel the time is right I will take you. A word of warning though, I will be rough, I will hurt you, but because you have offered yourself to me I will take steps to ensure that you enjoy the entire experience.”

Smiling a little he moved away from her and towards the bed, standing there and facing her, clearly waiting for her to approach him, watching her closely because she might have his favor now but any mistake at all that she made at this point would be punished rather harshly... his favor was a hard thing to gain and would be very easy to loose, right now she was on a tight rope and if she didn't watch her every step she would suffer. “Well Ariya, don't keep me waiting, I can only restrain myself for so long.”

 

[Vixen_Mistress]

RE: Spoils of Blood

Ariya was beginning to think he was not going to answer, or just turn her plea down, but what happened she had not been expecting until it was too late and he had her throat in his hand, her body trembling hard, fearing he would break her neck and or hurt her in some way she was unaware of. But the last thing she expected happened... he laughed. Her eyes stayed locked on his, surprise written on her face, not sure if she had already lost it and was imagining things, but after a few moments she realized he was laughing, but she did not know why and went from startled to confusion.

When he mentioned her being clever she looked genuinely confused by it, in her own mind she had worked things out and the best route to go about adjusting to this as quickly as possible, but as he mentioned her reasons she nodded, "Yes, I do wish to gain favor with you, but I never was under the impression that you would be gentle with me, as much as I might hope for you to be, but I would rather you be pleased with me, instead of angry with me." She explained. She remained looking at him, showing him whatever he wanted to see, the truth and that she truly wanted to be given this opportunity if he would let her try, which was more than could be said for the other girls who would just be raped and not what she was offering Draken.

The releasing of the collar was not what she had been expecting, but she did not question it and looked up at him nodding her head, making her long hair move over her skin, "I am curious to know what your collar on me will look like Master." She said, since these were probably temporary and he would have much better taste than the piece of metal on the floor.

Now at the bed she looked over at him, and although she did think of running she told herself not to, and slowly began to walk to him, her body moving gracefully, and hips swaying with her small movements until she was closer to him as before and brought her hands to his chest to remove his shirt carefully. Once the shirt was off her eyes looked over his tattoos and made a side note to ask later what they were and what they meant. From their she let her hands roam his chest and down his ribs to his pants hem. Her fingers were careful and smooth in their motion of moving down over his very noticeable bulge then down his legs where she proceeded to kneel and touch his boot before she looked up at him for a moment with a motion of her head, "Would you mind sitting down so I can take your boots off, Master? It will be difficult to remove your pants with them on" She asked. Despite being a princess women were use to undressing their husbands and it was often expected so she was comfortable and it gave her a chance to become familiar with his body.

 

[DomG]

RE: Spoils of Blood

Draken relaxed as she moved towards him, the sway of her hips almost hypnotic as he allowed the stress of the past few days to melt away. He had not slept in about three days, the final preparations for the invasion had demanded all of his time and his energy, especially the complex spell work that would bring about the eclipse allowing for the surprise day time invasion which had been the key to their success, if that had failed then the entire invasion force would have been caught in open sunlight and soon burst into flame as they were crossing open ground. Now that it was done though, most of his hard work finished for the time being Draken was finally able to relax. He had heard that the Elven royal family had some skill with healing magic, perhaps that came with a talent for massage... one way or another she would learn... Draken did find more use for a slave then most did, other vampires viewed it as either blood or sexual pleasure but he always knew that more could come of it.

He saw how she was fascinated with his tattoos, knowing they weren't common among her people except for certain ritualistic reasons, to denote status for the nobility or the immensely rich. It was an interesting take on it though he had done it for protection and enhancement of power, uncounted painstaking outs had been spent to ensure that each and every line was carefully placed. Unlike the other aspects of his body he wouldn't be able to magically alter the tattoos to ensure they were in the proper place if they were applied improperly. With her fingers moving down her body, soothing away the tight muscles and soreness that had been built up over the past few days, Draken slowly reached out, gently lifting up the necklace that she wore, it was an interesting thing and could serve as a reminder of the life that she had lost while also an ever present connection to her master. “I don't have any solid design just yet.” He said as he focused on the necklace rather then her bust for just a moment. “Though I might just incorporate this little necklace of yours into the collar.”

At her gentle request he slowly sat down, raising his foot for her with a small sneer on his face. “Really princess I expected a little more resistance from you, I am a tad disappointed that you aren't giving me something of a challenge.” He was mocking her there, goading her in the hopes of seeing some sort of reaction, a response that he would be able to punish her for even if there was no need at all for such treatment.

As the boot came off there was a small grunt from him, a small expression of pleasure now that his foot was free and able to breath, days spent on his feet, unable to change or even properly bathe himself each item of clothing removed, each brush of her hands against him only served to put him more at ease. His desire for her was rampant though and as she moved to unbind his pants he gripped the back of her head, pulling her closer as his hard cock sprang free, striking her in the face and smearing a line of precum that had built up across her cheek. In anticipation of the night he had modified his cock through magic, it was long and thick though at the base, perhaps two and a half inches up it began to bulge slightly only to tapper back down at the base again... he doubted the princess would understand the function of this modification but she would learn what it did soon enough.

With his hand still gripping her head he pulled her in closer to press her against his cock, forcing her to rub against it. “Get used to this Ariya...” He sneered at her. “Its warmth, its scent, its taste... you must become familiar with all these things, the easiest way to please me will often be to service me properly so I suggest you learn quickly.”

 

[Vixen_Mistress]

RE: Spoils of Blood

While her hands moved over him she noticed the tension in him and frowned a little at it, wondering if easing those muscles might help him and her in the long run. So as she removed the shoes she was careful to actually touch his feet, massaging them with a precise touch, one that if he knew what he was looking for would tell him she was indeed a healer. But she did not use power, not for this, however if her were bleeding or something, then she might actually have to expel energy and power to seal the wound, and despite her lack for battle magic, Ariya was a great healer.

When he touched the necklace she looked down at it and nodded her head, "If it will allow me to keep it as a possession then I would like that very much... It was my mother's before she had passed." She explained, knowing she left herself open to his torment and cruelty, which she hoped he would not show or give her since she was doing this of her own will. And there was something in her eyes letting him know she feared he would do something to the item and really did not want to loose it.

Ariya did not glance at him as he commented on her lack of fight and merely shrugged, "Fighting you would be dangerous and pointless, I can't get away, I have no where to go, and in this entire place you are the safest person here in my opinion, the others would probably kill me, either by accident or on purpose. Besides, you are more handsome than most elven males I have met, I could have been taken by someone far worse I think." She told him before her hands released his pants and his hand in her hair.

She felt his cock hit her cheek and leave the fluid across her skin, but she tried to pay no mind to it, but felt herself tensing and trying to get him to release her when her pulled her closer, his tone and actions making her nervous and his voice was harsh and cruel. While her rubbed her face against it she heard his words but she was near panic from the size of him and the hold he had on her. She tried to turn her head away from his cock, but it was useless, unless he wanted to release her she was stuck there with it against her skin. A small helpless whimper came from her lips as she tried to pull away from him a little, "Please let go Master... I am trying my best and have done just as I said I would... and I will do as you desire... but please let go Master." She begged, once again frightened, not as fluid or calm as before, but she was under the impression he was trying to frighten or upset her some way.

 

[DomG]

RE: Spoils of Blood

Her touching of his feet was absolutely fantastic, eliciting more groans from him as he no longer tried to keep her from noticing his enjoyment of it, really this was going a great distance to earning her mercy from him in the near future, However her reaction to his interest in the necklace was quite intriguing to him, he hadn't intended to take it away from her as it would serve as a wonderful contrast between her former station and current situation, as would the carefully crafted dresses that he would force her to wear when he was showing her off, only for him to rip them to shreds any time the urge struck him. Taking it away wouldn't really serve his purposes but he was more interested in how he could use her fear of loosing it to gain greater control over her, she had displayed a weakness to him and it was not in his nature to avoid exploiting a known weakness when the opportunity arose.

The attempted struggle as he held her against his cock made him smile though, just moments ago she had pointed out how pointless it was to fight and of course paid him a compliment in calling him more handsome then most Elves that she had seen, an appearance that she didn't know had been tweaked a little through the magic he had and could be further altered to just about any specification that piqued his interest, from the most angelic of faces to the twisted visage of a demon... he could be whatever he imagined, or whatever she feared. For a few more moments he held her in place, grinding back against her face as he ignored her pleas before he released her with a contemptuous grunt. He liked having her scared and right then she was quite frightened, which only served to further arouse him as more clear fluid dripped from the head of his cock.

“Ariya, right now the only reason you are not face down on the bed writhing in pain is because you offered yourself to me of your own free will. Right now I am being exceptionally gentle but I will remain patient with you for a little while longer.” He warned her as he leaned back, kicking his leg a little to remove his pants entirely, amused as they flicked from his leg and into her face. “Now if you want me to continue playing nice then you will listen to me very closely. You will use your mouth on my cock, starting at the tip I want you to kiss your way down below my balls, pressing your face there and running your tongue beneath them before you work your way back up. I want you to cover every single inch of my cock with your tongue and then, when I am satisfied that you have shown a proper amount of enthusiastic for that task, I will permit you to stop.”

Of course that was just the beginning of what he had in mind for her that night, only the start of the humiliation she would endure, it had already struck his fancy that she would give herself to him in the most literal way possible. He would make her sink down onto his cock, to take her own virginity, letting her bounce there for a while until he grew bored with that and would let his pleasure begin in earnest. And that of course would just be the start of her suffering, Elves were long lived and he was functionally immortal, he had all the time in the world with her.

 

[Vixen_Mistress]

RE: Spoils of Blood

Just before he spoke to her she had heard the groans at her touching his feet and massaging them for him, wondering if he would request such a thing later, that was if she was capable of walking. She did not touch her necklace anymore and brought her full attention to him as he spoke of why she was not in pain and everything else at the moment. When the pants were kicked off and to her face she moved them to the floor and look back up to him fearfully. He offered to continue playing nice, but obviously no one had ever taught him what nice was, which was somewhat upsetting for her since her kind were often kind and gentle though they liked to explore new things in the bedroom.

Obeying him she did exactly as he said, starting at the tip of his cock, although she really felt the urge to run from him and hide, but she kissed it then moved down little by little, placing kiss after kiss on his cock until she reached his balls hanging there. She found herself hesitating for just a moment before she did as he said, moving her mouth over just behind them, and ran her tongue beneath them, closing her eyes tightly to prevent him from seeing the tears in her eyes from the humiliation. After a few moments of licking and fondling with her mouth she worked her way back up, using her tongue to lick over his cock the best she could, trying very hard to not miss a spot before her lips slid over the head of his cock and carefully took him into her mouth, deeper and deeper until she could feel him in the back of her throat, her body relaxed so she did not choke or gag. She allowed herself to swallow with him pressing at the back of her throat which tightened around his entire cock while her tongue caressed every inch she could in such a position. Ariya pulled her mouth back until there was only the tip in her mouth and she gave a soft suck to swallow saliva and precum before taking the entire thing into her mouth again, her tongue swirling around his cock while her hands were resting on his thighs, nails lightly grazing the skin, not even hard enough to mark, but to feel his flesh against hers. Then she did something she had not been expecting, her hand crept down to caress and massage his balls, giving attention to them as well as his cock with her mouth, listening intently for any hint that she was doing this right, anything from a sigh, to a groan as she had heard before.

When Ariya moved her head over his cock, taking it in and out of her mouth her hair swayed, as well as her breasts and the dangling earrings on her ears which glittered. She found that it was not too bad having him in her mouth, liking the feeling, and with a bath he might not taste too bad, which brought her to think of giving him a bath if he was in the mood for one later, and if she could move after what he had planned. Despite her previous nervousness she was doing well and actually getting into her task, not only to please him and earn his favor, but she liked the feeling of him in her mouth and was wanting to see what he liked most about this, or anything she did that he enjoyed greatly.

 

[DomG]

RE: Spoils of Blood

Had she offered then and there to find some hot oil and work massaging his back then Draken might had just let her do that for the night and give her a little of a reprieve from his desires. She didn't make such an offer though so she wouldn't be putting off the inevitable for any longer. Instead he smiled down at her as she started to obey his orders, following verbatim what he had told her to do. As her lips worked down his length and he felt her tongue to tease his taint after a moments hesitation he had to bite his tongue. What she was doing felt fantastic, the princess had a real talent for pleasing him orally but to let on just how exquisite the sensations were might make her overly confident, it was better to let her continue to try hard to please him while giving her as little sign of approval was possible.

However his princess managed to surprise him once more, after licking back up his length she took him into her mouth and after a false start she began to slowly take his cock down her throat. Given the length and girth of his member this was rather surprising, a great deal of talent was being displayed considering she had never done anything like this before and as if working on some fantastic instinct she began to work his balls as well. This was enough to earn a sign of the pleasure he was feeling, though a subtle one indeed, for a single moment his breathing changed, the slow and steady exhalations altered as a slow hiss escaped between clenched teeth, she would need to be paying close attention to pick up on such a thing but it was there.

No warning was given as he stood up, grabbing a hold of her hair to hold her in place when she had dipped her head down once more and her nose pressed into the trimmed expanse of pubic hair at the base of the shaft. “Why princess, you really know what you are doing.” He said with a small sneer on his face, looking down at her as he pressed her head against his crotch even further as though trying to find a way to penetrate deeper. “One might be justified in thinking that you have a great deal of practice, perhaps sneaking out to the barracks late at night for a little bit of fun?” He knew she wasn't really the sort to have done that but it was amusing for him to make accusations like that, just to degrade her a little more.

He held her in place, feeling her throat tightening around him and knowing that she likely wouldn't have figured out the trick to breathing just yet. After an amount of time that he judged would be enough to bring her close to the edge of consciousness he released her, taking a step back and sitting on the bed once more. “I suppose you did a satisfactory job there, though I expect you will soon learn better. What I want now is for you to climb up onto my lap and slide down onto my cock, you can either take your own virginity or I can chain you to the bed and whip your ass with a belt until you beg me to fuck you like an animal.” There was something there though, perhaps once she made a mistake he would break out a belt later... or just use it as a way to wake her up to see if her screams of pain would arouse him.

 

[Vixen_Mistress]

RE: Spoils of Blood

His lack of reaction had her worried, knowing she was trying her best and hardest, but not too hard, since that would only lead in making mistakes or ruining it for him and she would not do as well as she was doing. Finally after what felt like forever she heard his sigh, cursing him in her head, wondering if he had just been silent to worry her about her attempt at this. She really had no practice and was just doing what felt right, and what she thought he might enjoy and hoped he would give her some sign of doing well.

However when met with nothing but a harsh grip on her hair and now his cock too far down her throat she coughed, struggled a little, and whimpered in discomfort, trying for air and finding it very difficult, a small whimper coming from her, wanting to beg him to let her breath, but he had too tight of a hold on her and so she could not. Soon as her breath ran out she could feel the burning in her lungs and her eyes began seeing black spots across her vision, by this time a few tears of pain were coming from her eyes.

The moment he pulled out of her mouth and sat back down she nearly collapsed onto the floor, her arms holding her up as she gasped for air and looked up at him, terrified as before and backing away from him as he spoke of her riding him, having been more than willing to ride him when she had finally become comfortable with him inside her mouth and enjoying it to a certain point, but the moment he choked her she doubted she had enjoyed it at all.

It took Ariya a moment to gather herself and nodded to his words, her hand coming up to wipe away at the tears in her eyes and the ones that had been on her face. She waited until her voice was calm and not shaking, "Surely I did better than just satisfactory for my first time Master?" She asked before coughing and speaking again, "What did I do wrong? What can I do to make it better? I was trying my hardest, and I..." But she stopped their, not wanting to admit she had been enjoying it, knowing he would just hurt her more, or humiliate her worse for it. Nodding her head she watched him, but did not look at him, her mind playing over everything he had told her and everything after, trying to figure out if she did something wrong, but she could think of nothing.

Looking up at him sitting on the bed she nodded slowly when he said she would ride him and taking her own virginity, the idea not too bad as long as he did not force her down on him, in such a way she would be impaled and hurting more because of it. But she knew her had no choice and so she slowly climbed on the bed, avoiding his gaze now, feeling disappointed for some reason and worried again. She waited for him to lay down, knowing he was already hard enough, but she had tried to do as he said, she had done her best, but it seemed to her that she did not know what she was doing, and his lack of a response brought doubt to her mind. Slowly she managed to calm herself down a little, but her body was trembling as she moved to between his legs again and brought her mouth to his cock, simply kissing the tip once more before she looked up at him, uncertainty in her gaze, "Would you like to lay on the pillows? Or remain as you are?" She asked, not sure of what to do, or what he wanted, or how he wanted her.

 

[DomG]

RE: Spoils of Blood

The tears in her eyes and the way her body quaked only made him want her all the more. Did she really think that it would get her any sympathy, if she had been sufficiently talented or figured out how to breath through her nose then that wouldn't have happened. If he had truly been feeling cruel he could have just fucked her face until she passed out and then taken her cunt while she was unable to respond or fight back in any meaningful way. As she questioned what she had done wrong and what she could have done better he smiled at her, a condescending look in his eyes before he responded. “You want to know how you could have done better?” He asked her with a hint of a sneer upon his lips. “TO be fair you did very well, had anyone else done that for me on their first attempt I would have been very pleased with them. But you Ariya, you were hand chosen because I thought I would be able to hold you to a higher standard.”

As she climbed into the bed he leaned in closer to her, his lips brushing over her ear as he whispered to her. “It was wonderful, but as you do it again and again you will learn what I like most, what I respond to best, how I enjoy a tongue being run just under the glans, how when you have your face pressed against my balls you would be well served by flicking your tongue over my ass... in time you will get better, you will either improve or you will be punished.” He was not trying to be overly harsh with her right then and there, merely stating it as a fact rather then threatening her.

As she moved down, brushing her lips across his cock one more time, the uncertainty obvious in her eyes Draken knew that he wouldn't just be able to trust her to handle this by herself, he would need to guide her even if he wanted her to be the one that was doing the work. With hands on her hips he lifted her, moving her into position over him, straddling his lap while he untied the sides of the panties that she was wearing, pulling them tight against her so that they rode up into the lips of her pussy before discarding them, letting them fall aside as he looked into her eyes, lust evident along with a mischievous smile there.

“I have been rather gentle thus far princess.” He whispered to her, shifting her so that the head of his cock rubbed against her virgin slit, teasing her right then as his hands worked to untie her corset. “Right now you only need focus on doing what comes natural too you. Your body is practically built to be used, abused, and fucked, there are pleasures I can show you that you can't even imagine... and all you need do in order to experience these pleasures is fuck yourself on my cock.” Leaning in he brushed his lips over hers, a chaste kiss considering what he had done to her thus far, but he was only trying to encourage her at this point.

“So show me the same enthusiasm for fucking that you showed for cock sucking, and I have no doubt that you will sate my lust with little difficulty.” Of course the more aroused he became, the greater his thrist for her blood was, not that she need to know that it would take little encouragement for him to sink his fangs into her shoulder and drink deeply right then and there, he would wait until he was inside of her to taste her blood for the first time.

 

[Vixen_Mistress]

RE: Spoils of Blood

Ariya was not looking for pity, nor sympathy from him, knowing she would find none, so she did not put on tears for him. She had been humiliated, frustrated with not knowing his reason behind saying it was not good enough, but his answer startled her and she looked up at him, shock at why her attempt had not been good enough. "Why do you hold me at a higher standard than others, I am not different from other virgin girls who have no experience, so why should I be any different ? I am inexperienced and was trying my best for a stranger, and had I known what else you like I would have done as you said and done that too, but I was given nothing to work with other than your suggestions, and not all men are the same, and to assume all others are like you would be incorrect. I know nothing about you and you gave me no help, so I tried my best, doing what I thought you might enjoy," She said, trying to keep her voice calm and steady despite the slight wavering which was bordering on wanting to cry her frustration.

When moved and positioned above him she could not look at him, not yet, she had to calm herself and get back into the mood she had been in when sucking on him, now feeling as she had when she entered the room or was fondled by him as a test to let him see his property. Feeling her panties riding up into her made her squirm a little, but she managed to hold in a small moan before bringing her attention to him, feeling his cock at her entrance which was wet, but she did not have the same desire and heat between them as she had when pleasing him. The feeling of his mouth against her ear caused a shiver to run down her spine and she remained still as stone while he spoke then she felt the brush of his lips against hers, not quite a kiss, which was what she had wanted before when undressing him, but she did not have the courage to do as she hoped for so instead she looked away from him, looking over his body, her hands touching him, and now in his lap she could touch his shoulders.

Remembering what she had done before she brought her hands to his shoulders and although he wanted to just have her ride him she let her hands roam, trying to get herself more enthusiastic, or she would not do well at this at all. So her hands played over his arms, shoulders and then around his neck to run through his hair, feeling the texture and leaned in just a little to see how far his tattoos went on him, "Please forgive me for not getting to it right away Master, but I want to please you as I did before, to enjoy it and show the same enthusiasm for pleasing you like this as I did when I had my mouth around you." She said, hoping he understood her little dilemma, "You frighten me, and I lost what I was feeling when I was choked. I would have crawled into your lap and asked you for this, possibly begged to ride you willingly, and enjoyed pleasing you, but I am still new to all of this, and find it difficult to be as passionate as I was, will you let me build up to it as I had before? Just for tonight, be patient with me, you will no doubt have me for a long time since my kind live so long." She begged, pleading with him, her lips trembling as they brushed his, wanting to kiss him, but the fear of being turned down or punished was too clear in her silver eyes.

 

[DomG]

RE: Spoils of Blood

“I hold you to a higher standard because you are a princess, if I am going to be holding anyone to a higher standard then why shouldn't it be you?” He asked, a small smirk upon his lips as he ground against her, his hands on her hips but starting to roam over the rest of her body, lightly squeezing her ass, slightly running his nails up her back and over her spine, leaning his head in to brush his fangs gently over her neck and shoulder with his tongue slipping out for a moment to tease the flesh there, able to feel her heightened pulse through the skin and able to smell the fear and a touch of something more intriguing there that drew him in more. She didn't understand just how much restraint he was showing right then and there, the longer this drew on the more he wanted her... he wanted her body and her blood, he wanted to devour her in the literal and figurative fashion. The fact that he was still letting her talk rather then gagging her and pulling her down onto his cock, fucking her until she passed out... that should be a sufficient demonstration of his patience to please her.

Her words though, did manage to move him, if not to mercy then something approaching it and he gave her what some might consider a gentle smile. Perhaps she wanted some semblance of romance in what was coming, or maybe she was being honest and serving him had excited her until fear over rode that. There was no regret for what he had done, the look of fear in her eyes had been delicious and he would indulge himself with that again...

The hand that had been teasing its way up her spine reached her neck and then tangled itself in her hair, pulling tight just to give her a shock before he pulled her in tighter to him. She had been bold with her words, with the way she brushed her lips over his own. Some might prefer a mindless broken thing that would obey without question and do exactly what it was told, but Draken had some experience and liked a little bit of spirit. The young werewolf that he decorated with silver chains and bands back home was one of his favorite toys because though he knew she was devoted to him she still made the occasional attempt to escape or even fight him... though Ariya would no doubt replace her soon enough.

With her pulled in closer he wasted no time at all, pressing his lips against hers in a hungry and passionate kiss, his tongue soon delving into her mouth and tracing over her own, stroking slowly in an attempt to draw a reaction from her, relatively gentle encouragement compared to the tactics he had used to get a reaction from her earlier.

The kiss dragged on for quite some time, only breaking away to give her a chance to catch her breath and dragging his teeth over her lip as the kiss ended. “You want to take your time?” He asked, nipping at her ear as he whispered to her and tugging it softly. “I suppose I can show a little bit of faith, if I don't give you a chance then you won't be able to surprise me after all... that is why I didn't tell you exactly what to do Princess, you will gain my approval when you do something that pleases me and when you let me down I will not hesitate to punish you.” With a smirk he brushed his lips over hers again, less aggressive now as he waited for her to respond to his invitation to a kiss.

 

[Vixen_Mistress]

RE: Spoils of Blood

Shaking her head she sighed, "I was born a princess, I did not win the title by doing something extraordinary, If anything I would think I know less than most women of my age because of the rules that were set in place for me." She pointed out as she sat in his lap looking at him, feeling his nails running over her back. She liked the feeling and her back arched just a little when he ran nails over her skin. Feeling the fangs against her neck she leaned her head a little to let him, though a small whisper of a question came from her, "Does it hurt? Master." She asked, of course referring to being fed on, figuring that the initial bit would sting, but what happened after she had no idea.

Ariya was being honest when she said she had liked it, and if told or even asked to do it again she would, of course with a few changes he had suggested, though that part seemed to worry her a little, but after his bath it might not be so bad to try. Her attention was soon brought to him and hands in her hair, the slight pulling a pleasureable stinging sensation to her, releasing a moan from her parted lips, as though surprised by such a little thing able to feel so good to her.

When his mouth connected with hers he managed to muffle a small whimper, though whether a protest or something else was unclear. It took her a moment to clear her head and kiss him back, but she seemed to learn quickly by what he did, her tongue meeting his and played with his own while her hands ran over his back and arms. When finally released from the kiss the girl was panting softly, catching her breath a little and looked to him when he spoke of taking her time. Nodding in response she soon lost much focus and gave a lustful moan when his mouth nipped her ear, her body trembling, but not from fear, instead she seemed to be a little warmer than before, but just a little and when he finished speaking she felt the brush of his lips over hers, and without much thought and going off of pure want and instinct she kissed him, her mouth pressed to his, though much softer being an elven woman.

After another kiss, one much softer she let one hand hold onto him around the shoulders to keep herself upright, while the other guided him to her tight slit, rubbing him against her very soaking wet hole. She looked up at him, as she slowly lowered herself inch by inch, knowing he was very large, and her kind were naturally too tight for some males. Little by little she took him into her until she could feel him pressed to her barrier, once there she took a small breath and let herself lower more until the barrier broke, a painful sound could be heard but she buried her face against his shoulder to muffle it, taking a moment to adjust to the stinging, though she never stopped her moving, taking in as much of him as she could, and the more she managed to take in the less it hurt her, though there was a little blood. After what felt like forever she let her body move, looking up at him, as she moved herself up and down, going slow so she could get use to the feeling and stretch to fit him inside her little body.

 

[DomG]

RE: Spoils of Blood

Her only shook his head when she commented about only being born a princess, she didn't really seem to understand what that really meant. Draken had his own thoughts, there was a reason that princesses, not only of the elven sort, tended to be exceptionally beautiful and fertile, it was of course the best way to ensure the prosperity of the kingdom by ensuring that the ruler was happy. A beautiful young thing who could produce many equally lovely heirs, with a flexible body and perhaps a natural inclination to please was a good thing for any kingdom to have and in Ariya something had been brought to a peak. Instead of a proper answer all she got from him was a knowing chuckle, perhaps he would explain it to her when she was in the proper flame of mind... telling her that she had been born only to please the man whom she ended up with would likely break her in a way that mere physical punishment could do.

“It could hurt.” He whispered, keeping his lips pressed to her neck for the time being, he was enjoying the feeling of her pulse and the scent of her hair that the closeness afforded him. “There are several factors to be considered, the experience of the vampire who is feeding, how tense the source of blood is, and of course a natural inclination towards taking pleasure from just a touch of pain is a beneficial thing.” His lips caught a hold of the small chains that were dangling from her ear and pulling on it softly as though trying to give her a hint of what he was speaking of, oh yes he suspected that she was the sort who would get off immensely at the feeling of his fangs breaking her skin.

After the first kiss, he allowed her to kiss him as she wanted too, enjoying the feeling of her smaller mouth moving against his, her tongue stroking his carefully as she clearly wanted to please him without being overly bold, oh she would learn in time what to do in order to please him and thus far was doing a rather good job though he worked to keep himself passive thus far, she would just have to work harder if she wanted true and proper approval from him.

Feeling her hand around him Draken's cock pulsed softly in her hand and began to leak even more lubricating fluid that ran down her hand and would greatly ease entry into her, though when he felt how soaking wet she was he knew that it wasn't needed at all. It seemed that her body was as eager to please him as she was, Draken's hips lifting slowly to assist her as she entered him but they stopped after only the slightest amount of movement, she wanted to do this herself and he was giving her every chance to do just that. She was so tight and hot around his cock, like nothing he had ever self before and already Draken was breathing through his teeth, grinding them slowly in an attempt to maintain control of himself, the smell of blood that struck his nose as she pushed past her bodies only true barrier to his entry not making it any easier to keep himself composed.

“You have a fantastic cunt princess.” He praised her, his voice a strained growl as she looked up at him, finally starting to move albeit very slowly. “Your first time and you are already juicing up like a proper little slave but there is just one more thing I must tell you.” The grin on his face, showed a strange halfway point between amused cruelty and unbridled desire to sink the teeth she could see into her flesh. “You may have noticed the swelling at the base of my cock, the knot will continue to grow as I approach my own climax. At its peak it will be quite large and no doubt a struggle to fit within you... but if you fail to tie with that knot then I will get quite creative in the punishment that follows.”

He wanted her stuck there, the knot would remain swollen for some time and he wanted to have her body tied against his even as the rest of his cock softened, force her to grow used to such discomfort and intimacy... force her to lay against his naked body as he rested.