Drake Davenou known as the Vampire Lord of the 3rd level of hell, was pacing in his throne chamber feeling the need to be entertained. No slave or servant could fill his needs and felt no use for pacing. He walked to a balcony and looked out umong his kingdom, he could see warn houses that the undead resided, how he hated to look upon it but just beyound the boarder was his rival, Lord of Lies, Baal. They fight constantly for years to gain eithers power and land, as of late however he could use a vacation or a minnor destraction from it all, even if it ment burning his kindom down to the ground and rebuilding it again. He stood 6 feet tall, was hansome by his demonic nature he liked fine robes and suites. His short hair was of a dark blond and his eyes were emerald green. His rage of boardom built in him and his eyes started to glow a hue of light green. He was just about to put his thoughts into actions when he felt the sudden urge to be somewere, like a pull in a direction unkown to him. It wasn't till he knowtices the feel of magic in the air did he reolize it was a sommoning spell. He put his hand to his temple in fustration, again a human calls him for some sort of stupid reason or another, could be fun, if not he could just simply kill them later. He let the spell take him to his destination with no struggle, in hopes that this person would be a worthy enjoyment.
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Samantha Jordan bit her lip as Paul glared at her, his expression smug and full of arrogance. She hated the guy. From the day she enrolled at the School Of Necromancy ten years ago, heâd been the one person to constantly harass her, bully her. She had no idea as to why the guy felt the need to put her down all the time. It wasnât like she was any kind of threat to him. He always out scored her on exams and was considered to be the necromancer with the most promise of their year.
Samantha came from a broken home. Her parents had split when she was fourteen and first showed the tell-tale signs of have the gift of necromancy. Most humans became elated if their kid showed signs of having magical abilities, but when those abilities leaned toward the darker arts⦠sometimes the relatives shut down, became recluses, withdrawing from society due to the fear they suddenly had. Samanthaâs family was no different from the stereotypical norm in that regard. They werenât happy that her skills lied in necromancy. Her father turned to alcohol and eventually left her and her mother all together. Her mother just acted like she didnât exist and finally, when she turned fifteen, had her sent away to the School Of Necromancy. She never heard from her mother after moving away. And it wasnât long before she realized that she probably never would. Ten years had past and there had been no indications otherwise and her trials were fast approaching and even that didnât seem to make her mother want to seek her out. Yes, Samantha was truly alone.
âYouâre a hopeless waste,â Paul spat out. âCanât even do a proper spell.â
Samantha squared her jaw and narrowed her icy blue eyes. Flicking her long, wavy auburn hair over her shoulder she made a huffing sound and began to walk away from the guy taunting her. âJust shut the fuck up, Paul,â she retorted. She knew it was lame, but she didnât care any longer. Soon sheâd be leaving the school. She only had about six months to go before her trials and then sheâd be able to venture out into the world as a full-fledged necromancer. Though, she did fear her trials as well as the world outside the schoolâs walls. She lacked confidence in her abilities despite what her mentor had told her along with the other high-ranking necromancers working at the school. Somehow Paul knew her weakness. He was very good at exploiting it.
Paul just laughed. âI donât think so. Itâs too much fun to watch you squirm and run away.â He paused. âAs usual.â
Samantha stopped in her tracks and turned around. She marched back over to Paul and thumped him on the chest with her pointer finger. âFuck you!â she shouted.
âProve it then,â Paul taunted.
Samantha scowled and grabbed Paulâs arm, hard. She dragged out into the back, away from the building to a place where the others wouldnât be able to snoop. She gave Paul her most menacing look and immediately began to chant. She had no idea where the words were coming from. They just somehow entered her brain and spilled out of her mouth. It was as if she were speaking in tongues. She had no idea what she was saying or why. Feeling a surge of power flow through her body, Samantha shut her eyes.
Paul just looked on in terror as the ground began to glow and the wind began to pick up. Something very unnatural was happening. He let out a shout that made Samanthaâs eyes snap open. When she gained her focus she saw Paul running away.
âWhat theâ¦â Samanthaâs voice trailed. Then she turned her head, her eyes widening. âOh my god⦠who are you?â she asked, her entire body trembling as she slowly backed away.
Samantha came from a broken home. Her parents had split when she was fourteen and first showed the tell-tale signs of have the gift of necromancy. Most humans became elated if their kid showed signs of having magical abilities, but when those abilities leaned toward the darker arts⦠sometimes the relatives shut down, became recluses, withdrawing from society due to the fear they suddenly had. Samanthaâs family was no different from the stereotypical norm in that regard. They werenât happy that her skills lied in necromancy. Her father turned to alcohol and eventually left her and her mother all together. Her mother just acted like she didnât exist and finally, when she turned fifteen, had her sent away to the School Of Necromancy. She never heard from her mother after moving away. And it wasnât long before she realized that she probably never would. Ten years had past and there had been no indications otherwise and her trials were fast approaching and even that didnât seem to make her mother want to seek her out. Yes, Samantha was truly alone.
âYouâre a hopeless waste,â Paul spat out. âCanât even do a proper spell.â
Samantha squared her jaw and narrowed her icy blue eyes. Flicking her long, wavy auburn hair over her shoulder she made a huffing sound and began to walk away from the guy taunting her. âJust shut the fuck up, Paul,â she retorted. She knew it was lame, but she didnât care any longer. Soon sheâd be leaving the school. She only had about six months to go before her trials and then sheâd be able to venture out into the world as a full-fledged necromancer. Though, she did fear her trials as well as the world outside the schoolâs walls. She lacked confidence in her abilities despite what her mentor had told her along with the other high-ranking necromancers working at the school. Somehow Paul knew her weakness. He was very good at exploiting it.
Paul just laughed. âI donât think so. Itâs too much fun to watch you squirm and run away.â He paused. âAs usual.â
Samantha stopped in her tracks and turned around. She marched back over to Paul and thumped him on the chest with her pointer finger. âFuck you!â she shouted.
âProve it then,â Paul taunted.
Samantha scowled and grabbed Paulâs arm, hard. She dragged out into the back, away from the building to a place where the others wouldnât be able to snoop. She gave Paul her most menacing look and immediately began to chant. She had no idea where the words were coming from. They just somehow entered her brain and spilled out of her mouth. It was as if she were speaking in tongues. She had no idea what she was saying or why. Feeling a surge of power flow through her body, Samantha shut her eyes.
Paul just looked on in terror as the ground began to glow and the wind began to pick up. Something very unnatural was happening. He let out a shout that made Samanthaâs eyes snap open. When she gained her focus she saw Paul running away.
âWhat theâ¦â Samanthaâs voice trailed. Then she turned her head, her eyes widening. âOh my god⦠who are you?â she asked, her entire body trembling as she slowly backed away.
Drake looked around once the spell finished seeing a cowerdly human run away in fright, how he enjoyed the taist of human fear yet he senced power in him no less, was he the one who.."Who are you?" asked a small meek voice, he looked down to see this timmid frail female ceature before him. She was shorter then him by a few feet and some inches. "Please tell me you not the one who summond me.." He said sarcasticly and annoyed. "Another student summoning, great..." He said more to himself and not directly at her. Once his grubling stopped he looked at the girl again and introduced himself finally. "I am Sir. Drake Davanou "Vampire Lord" of the 3rd level of hell and who are you oh frail one."
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Samanthaâs eyes widened in total disbelief. A vampire? Sheâd managed to summon a vampire? Not just a vampire, but a vampire lord? Her icy eyes blinked a few times, trying to make sense of what was happening. This vampire seemed so full of himself. âDo vampires have airs?â she thought.
âIâm Samantha,â she began. âSamantha Jordan.â She blinked again in astonishment. âIâm sorry to have summoned you,â she added on sheepishly. All of a sudden, a strange sense of fear swept over her. She was alone with a vampire. One she knew nothing about and one who obviously had a confidence in himself that more than likely meant⦠do not fuck with me, or Iâll fuck with you. She shivered as she looked up into his face. It was beautiful. His eyes were a luminous green, so very hypnotizing. She felt her cheeks redden a little as she found herself suddenly getting lost in them. Shaking her head, she broke out of her little reverie.
Samantha looked back up into Drakeâs eyes, careful not to get herself lost in them this time. Suddenly, she realized the man was a vampire. Immediately, her hands touched her neck. She could feel her pulse and wondered if he could sense it as well. Her heart was racing as the reality of the situation became very clear. Small girl, large vampire lord. The odds were so not in her favor should this encounter go sour.
âIâm Samantha,â she began. âSamantha Jordan.â She blinked again in astonishment. âIâm sorry to have summoned you,â she added on sheepishly. All of a sudden, a strange sense of fear swept over her. She was alone with a vampire. One she knew nothing about and one who obviously had a confidence in himself that more than likely meant⦠do not fuck with me, or Iâll fuck with you. She shivered as she looked up into his face. It was beautiful. His eyes were a luminous green, so very hypnotizing. She felt her cheeks redden a little as she found herself suddenly getting lost in them. Shaking her head, she broke out of her little reverie.
Samantha looked back up into Drakeâs eyes, careful not to get herself lost in them this time. Suddenly, she realized the man was a vampire. Immediately, her hands touched her neck. She could feel her pulse and wondered if he could sense it as well. Her heart was racing as the reality of the situation became very clear. Small girl, large vampire lord. The odds were so not in her favor should this encounter go sour.
"Well,...what do you want?" He asked, if anything he hated people waisting his time, no matter how long it was. Then he watched her as she went threw the typical responce a human goes threw meeting him for the first time. "You have no idea what you have done do you girl? Such creatures like me shouldn't be on this plain of excistance. Hmmm" He looked at her uniform, a necromance student, this could be trouble for him if she reolized what kind of power she had. "I am not in the mood for blood girl, though if it excites you so I could give you the embrace and break your virginaty to the dark kiss." He smiled devilishy in an attempted to make her blush more while in her almost panic state. He was even more curious as to how a new student could pull him from the plains like that without true knowlege, such was impressive even to him, let alone dangerous.
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Samanthaâs eyes widened as Drake spoke of the vampireâs embrace and dark kiss, her cheeks reddening as his lips turned up in a smile. Obviously there was a part of him that liked her reaction. Despite his expression, however, she could see that his eyes showed something else, a curiosity mixed with annoyance that she couldnât quite understand or explain.
âI⦠I donât want anything,â Samantha spoke, her voice soft, her eyes suddenly looking down at the ground. âI donât even know how I summoned you,â she admitted. She wondered if her mentor would be pissed that she managed to make such a blunder just before her final trials of necromancy. Her past ten years studying necromancy had gone decently well. Sure, she made mistakes like any other student. But this was beyond the usual error. Even for the worst students of her year. What would the other necromancers think once word hit them about this mistake? Sheâd be the laughing stock of her kind. Paul would bully her even more, for sure. She let out a small groan and wiped at her icy blue eyes with a delicate hand.
Looking up at Drake once again, Samantha tilted her head and gave her auburn hair a nervous tug before flicking it over her shoulder. Drakeâs expression became a bit more serious, more annoyed. She hoped she hadnât angered him too greatly. He could break her in half if he wanted to, rip her to shreds, suck her dry of all her blood.
âYou can go back to where you came from⦠if you want to,â Samantha found herself suddenly saying. She wondered if he could go back. Or if he needed her to send him back. She really didnât know. A part of her wanted to go to her mentor and ask what to do. But she knew she couldnât do that. Not when her final trials were just around the corner.
Samantha felt her heart rate quicken as she looked at Drake. What was she to do? She bit down on her lip and backed away from the vampire a little. Being somewhat clumsy though, she tripped over an exposed root that she hadnât noticed and fell backwards with a thud. As if the day couldnât get any worse.
âI⦠I donât want anything,â Samantha spoke, her voice soft, her eyes suddenly looking down at the ground. âI donât even know how I summoned you,â she admitted. She wondered if her mentor would be pissed that she managed to make such a blunder just before her final trials of necromancy. Her past ten years studying necromancy had gone decently well. Sure, she made mistakes like any other student. But this was beyond the usual error. Even for the worst students of her year. What would the other necromancers think once word hit them about this mistake? Sheâd be the laughing stock of her kind. Paul would bully her even more, for sure. She let out a small groan and wiped at her icy blue eyes with a delicate hand.
Looking up at Drake once again, Samantha tilted her head and gave her auburn hair a nervous tug before flicking it over her shoulder. Drakeâs expression became a bit more serious, more annoyed. She hoped she hadnât angered him too greatly. He could break her in half if he wanted to, rip her to shreds, suck her dry of all her blood.
âYou can go back to where you came from⦠if you want to,â Samantha found herself suddenly saying. She wondered if he could go back. Or if he needed her to send him back. She really didnât know. A part of her wanted to go to her mentor and ask what to do. But she knew she couldnât do that. Not when her final trials were just around the corner.
Samantha felt her heart rate quicken as she looked at Drake. What was she to do? She bit down on her lip and backed away from the vampire a little. Being somewhat clumsy though, she tripped over an exposed root that she hadnât noticed and fell backwards with a thud. As if the day couldnât get any worse.
"Really? You don't want anything?" It was unusual for a human to turn down imortality then one after another all these things that make no sence like how a novice spell could cast such a powerful spell. He had to think, putting a hand to his mouth and thought while he looked her up and down woundering if he could get a little entertainment out of this. "So you have no idea how you brought me here, sounds like you have a very powerful will...sence you summond me I can't go back without you doing so, so heres the deal; your a student yes? so what if I can help you with your studies. In turn you become my blood bank while I am here." He saw her back up and fall to the ground by his ausome presence. "Do no be frightened child, I do as you please...to a degree..like I could kill that boy that ran away, I sence he gives you grief."
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Samantha sat on the ground and looked up into Drakeâs face. He definitely frightened her. He was large, a vampire⦠from the third level of Hell. Despite this, she couldnât help but admire him a little. He was handsome, suave even. He also seemed to have some level of integrity, for he hadnât tried to hurt her and strangely he offered her both immortality along with the granting of a favor. It was rather perplexing.
The idea of being Drakeâs âblood bankâ, for lack of a better term, sent chills up and down her spine. If she accepted his offer to help her in studying for her final trials, sheâd have no choice but to give him the blood he desired. But what would that mean? Sheâd learned a bit about vampires in her earlier studies way back when she first came to the school. Lore had said that they could bind themselves to humans, making them able to read their thoughts, their emotions⦠find them no matter where they went. Your life would no longer be your own, it would be held in the hands of the immortal. It was a dangerous line to cross. Was it worth it? When Drake also offered to kill Paul, Samantha couldnât help but consider the offer.
Samantha hated Paul. For ten years heâd been giving her hell. He was an arrogant asshole. His family, though powerful and influential within necromancer society, was feared for the wrong reasons. To see Paul fall would mean the end of his bloodline, the taunts, the torments. Really, necromancer society would be better off for it. And the bonus? She wouldnât have to endure his shit any longer. She knew that even after they finished school in six months, heâd find a way to make her life horrible. Given his status, it would be more than easy for him.
Biting her lip, Samantha slowly stood up and looked into Drakeâs gem-like eyes. Taking a deep breath, she spoke. âYes, he does.â She paused a moment, her pale eyes prickling with tears as she thought on some of the things heâd done to her over the years. Things that, no matter how cruel, were never enough to get him expelled or worse. âI⦠I accept your offer,â she added hesitantly. âYouâll help me prepare for my final trials and go after Paul and Iâ¦â her voice trailed. She couldnât believe she was actually going to agree to this. She thought herself insane. âI will provide you with the blood you need.â
Samantha looked down at the ground and hugged her arms around her body as if she were cold. Sheâd just handed her life over to an immortal, a powerful immortal from the realms of Hell. Her life would never be the same again.
The idea of being Drakeâs âblood bankâ, for lack of a better term, sent chills up and down her spine. If she accepted his offer to help her in studying for her final trials, sheâd have no choice but to give him the blood he desired. But what would that mean? Sheâd learned a bit about vampires in her earlier studies way back when she first came to the school. Lore had said that they could bind themselves to humans, making them able to read their thoughts, their emotions⦠find them no matter where they went. Your life would no longer be your own, it would be held in the hands of the immortal. It was a dangerous line to cross. Was it worth it? When Drake also offered to kill Paul, Samantha couldnât help but consider the offer.
Samantha hated Paul. For ten years heâd been giving her hell. He was an arrogant asshole. His family, though powerful and influential within necromancer society, was feared for the wrong reasons. To see Paul fall would mean the end of his bloodline, the taunts, the torments. Really, necromancer society would be better off for it. And the bonus? She wouldnât have to endure his shit any longer. She knew that even after they finished school in six months, heâd find a way to make her life horrible. Given his status, it would be more than easy for him.
Biting her lip, Samantha slowly stood up and looked into Drakeâs gem-like eyes. Taking a deep breath, she spoke. âYes, he does.â She paused a moment, her pale eyes prickling with tears as she thought on some of the things heâd done to her over the years. Things that, no matter how cruel, were never enough to get him expelled or worse. âI⦠I accept your offer,â she added hesitantly. âYouâll help me prepare for my final trials and go after Paul and Iâ¦â her voice trailed. She couldnât believe she was actually going to agree to this. She thought herself insane. âI will provide you with the blood you need.â
Samantha looked down at the ground and hugged her arms around her body as if she were cold. Sheâd just handed her life over to an immortal, a powerful immortal from the realms of Hell. Her life would never be the same again.
Drake smiled exposing his teeth, his would be fangs were no were insight. "Its a deal no come to me of your own free will to seal the deal and trust me, the bite only hurts a little." He winked and held out his arms for her to move closer to him. When she did he wrapped his arms around in a frim embrace, he used his influence to put her in an almost hypnotizing state of mind but only enough to ease her shock of the bite. Her head tilted for a better angle in whitch put his warm wet mouth to her neck and his fangs sank into neck as the retracted into her veins. Something about the girl taisted sweeter then usual, a taist he hadn't come across in a long time, it was almost too good to stop the feeding but many years of practice told him that humans only had so much blood to take. Once he had enough he pulled back getting a big gasp of air and started licking his teath then his lips then it hit him. The knowlege she possesed, the power flowing in her was great and she was a virgin to boot. "Hmm..." He said softly removing the trance. "You've never been with a man before.." It was a statement more then a question but all the memories and knowlege were flooding his mind.
"Your concerned about something, other then that boy..." He closed his eyes trying to get what he was feeling. "Yourself, purhaps...your not sure if this was a good deal...haha" He started laughing abit at her worries. It was good to feel the purplexsion of human feelings again, unlike the demonic creatures he feed off of. "Now...to your room we go, you have much to learn in a short amount of time, pluse I wouldn't think your teachers would enjoy me being here."
"Your concerned about something, other then that boy..." He closed his eyes trying to get what he was feeling. "Yourself, purhaps...your not sure if this was a good deal...haha" He started laughing abit at her worries. It was good to feel the purplexsion of human feelings again, unlike the demonic creatures he feed off of. "Now...to your room we go, you have much to learn in a short amount of time, pluse I wouldn't think your teachers would enjoy me being here."
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Samantha walked over to Drake, her head feeling light, dizzy. Out of instinct, or was it something else? She tilted her head so that he had access to her neck. She could hear him hiss ever so slightly as he wrapped his arms around her body and then sunk his fangs deeply into the flesh of her neck. The pain from the bite was intense, but for some reason, Samantha didnât wince, she didnât even shout out. Something about it sent waves of intoxicating sensations throughout her body. She felt herself melting into him, letting him drink his fill.
Feeling her breaths getting shorter, quicker, Samantha suddenly found that she didnât even care if Drake drank her dry. The feeling of his mouth against her neck, her blood leaving her own to nourish his, it was overwhelmingly rapturous. She didnât want it to end. But it did. After a few minutes, he pulled away making her whimper a little in protest.
Suddenly, Samantha blinked her eyes. Her head no longer felt light and dizzy, her eyes were snapping into focus. Drake then spoke to her quietly, a smile on his lips as he licked them clean. He spoke of her fears for what sheâd just agreed to, about her hatred for Paul, the fact that she was⦠a virgin. Drake knew her thoughts, her feelings. The legends of lore were indeed true. Her life was no longer her own now. It belonged to Drake.
âNow⦠to your room we go. You have much to learn in a short amount of time, plus I wouldnât think your teachers would enjoy me being here.â Drake looked down at Samantha and smiled.
Samanthaâs pale eyes widened, but she nodded in agreement. What Drake had said was indeed true. Necromancers were very open-minded, but they would not be happy to find out sheâd summoned a vampire lord from the realms of Hell. Technically, she wasnât allowed to perform such spells yet since sheâd not yet graduated.
âItâs this way,â Samantha said as she led Drake back into the building. She took much precaution as she stealthily led him through the corridors and staircases until they finally reached her room.
Once inside her room, Samantha shut the door and fell onto her bed with a thud. Her cheeks were burning with embarrassment at all the things that Drake had said earlier. He truly knew her mind now. Nothing was secret any longer. She looked over at him and heaved a sigh.
âSo what am I to learn first?â Samantha asked.
Feeling her breaths getting shorter, quicker, Samantha suddenly found that she didnât even care if Drake drank her dry. The feeling of his mouth against her neck, her blood leaving her own to nourish his, it was overwhelmingly rapturous. She didnât want it to end. But it did. After a few minutes, he pulled away making her whimper a little in protest.
Suddenly, Samantha blinked her eyes. Her head no longer felt light and dizzy, her eyes were snapping into focus. Drake then spoke to her quietly, a smile on his lips as he licked them clean. He spoke of her fears for what sheâd just agreed to, about her hatred for Paul, the fact that she was⦠a virgin. Drake knew her thoughts, her feelings. The legends of lore were indeed true. Her life was no longer her own now. It belonged to Drake.
âNow⦠to your room we go. You have much to learn in a short amount of time, plus I wouldnât think your teachers would enjoy me being here.â Drake looked down at Samantha and smiled.
Samanthaâs pale eyes widened, but she nodded in agreement. What Drake had said was indeed true. Necromancers were very open-minded, but they would not be happy to find out sheâd summoned a vampire lord from the realms of Hell. Technically, she wasnât allowed to perform such spells yet since sheâd not yet graduated.
âItâs this way,â Samantha said as she led Drake back into the building. She took much precaution as she stealthily led him through the corridors and staircases until they finally reached her room.
Once inside her room, Samantha shut the door and fell onto her bed with a thud. Her cheeks were burning with embarrassment at all the things that Drake had said earlier. He truly knew her mind now. Nothing was secret any longer. She looked over at him and heaved a sigh.
âSo what am I to learn first?â Samantha asked.
He saw her fall to the bed threw the door that she closed in his face. "You still have to invite me in..." He said feeling a little annoyed with the rule but that was the way of things. When she allowed him in he replyed to her question. "First of all, you have a power inside you that you don't yet know, necromancy might be just the tip of the iceburge for you, or you would have never been able to just pull a summoning spell out of thin air like that." He tried to explain to her as he went along. "Tell me, who were your parents; I have yet to fully tune into your memories and thoughts."
He started working at the knots in her robes lossening them and letting them fall, he could have just looked threw her cloths to see what kind of figure she had but that wouldn't have been much fun for such an innocent girl. "There are spells in this world and mine that are much more stronger then necromancy, the only reason it egzists is because of the obsession with the dead and immortality, unfortunatly I'm the one who says and goes with that gift." He tapped his teeth. "The bite you got is intoxicating, almost addicting, believe me I know..hah." He giggled at the thought of his past life and the time he was turned. "You don't become a vampire by just a bite alone, there is more to it, you can even drink my blood but it wont turn you either."
He started working at the knots in her robes lossening them and letting them fall, he could have just looked threw her cloths to see what kind of figure she had but that wouldn't have been much fun for such an innocent girl. "There are spells in this world and mine that are much more stronger then necromancy, the only reason it egzists is because of the obsession with the dead and immortality, unfortunatly I'm the one who says and goes with that gift." He tapped his teeth. "The bite you got is intoxicating, almost addicting, believe me I know..hah." He giggled at the thought of his past life and the time he was turned. "You don't become a vampire by just a bite alone, there is more to it, you can even drink my blood but it wont turn you either."
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Samantha just sat there as Drake started working on her robes. She wasnât sure what he was doing, but she didnât feel herself to be in a position to fight him or argue. He was a powerful vampire. Who the hell was she to think she could cross him? Plus, she handed her life over to him fair and square. Her life was no longer her own.
As Drake spoke to her, she couldnât help but think back on his bite. She wondered when heâd need to bite her again. Strangely, she hoped it was sooner than later. Just thinking about it made her body feel warm all over. And when he mentioned that she could maybe drink his blood in return, she suddenly felt dizzy. Was he serious? What would that do to her? Despite the fear she had deep inside, there was a curiosity as well. And it was dying to be quenched.
âMy parents,â Samantha finally spat. âFuck them. They didnât want me. Sent me here as soon as they realized my magical gifts leaned toward the darker arts.â She paused, her lips turning into a frown. âBut being cast aside is my life story. One Iâd rather not talk about right now.â She bit down on her lip just then, worried that sheâd been too casual and bold. âIf you donât mind,â she found herself adding⦠just in case. âItâs just that itâs still a sensitive subject for me.â
Samantha hoped that Drake wouldnât be angry with her for speaking to him so informally. He was a vampire lord, he ruled the third realm of Hell, she was now his âblood bankâ. He had said that he still wasnât fully in tune with her thoughts yet, so she wondered what exactly was still her own and how long would that last. She figured it wouldnât be very long and that most likely with each bite he gave her, his power over her would increase.
âYou really think I have a deeper power?â Samantha asked trying to change the subject. âIâve always been an average student of necromancy. Nothing special.â She hesitated a little. âI honestly think I just got lucky with that one summoning spell. I was trying to prove a point to Paul.â She looked into Drakeâs luminous green eyes, her knees shaking and her skin flushing a deep pink as she did so. Her breath catching, she added on a whisper, âYou really think I have that much potential?â
As Drake spoke to her, she couldnât help but think back on his bite. She wondered when heâd need to bite her again. Strangely, she hoped it was sooner than later. Just thinking about it made her body feel warm all over. And when he mentioned that she could maybe drink his blood in return, she suddenly felt dizzy. Was he serious? What would that do to her? Despite the fear she had deep inside, there was a curiosity as well. And it was dying to be quenched.
âMy parents,â Samantha finally spat. âFuck them. They didnât want me. Sent me here as soon as they realized my magical gifts leaned toward the darker arts.â She paused, her lips turning into a frown. âBut being cast aside is my life story. One Iâd rather not talk about right now.â She bit down on her lip just then, worried that sheâd been too casual and bold. âIf you donât mind,â she found herself adding⦠just in case. âItâs just that itâs still a sensitive subject for me.â
Samantha hoped that Drake wouldnât be angry with her for speaking to him so informally. He was a vampire lord, he ruled the third realm of Hell, she was now his âblood bankâ. He had said that he still wasnât fully in tune with her thoughts yet, so she wondered what exactly was still her own and how long would that last. She figured it wouldnât be very long and that most likely with each bite he gave her, his power over her would increase.
âYou really think I have a deeper power?â Samantha asked trying to change the subject. âIâve always been an average student of necromancy. Nothing special.â She hesitated a little. âI honestly think I just got lucky with that one summoning spell. I was trying to prove a point to Paul.â She looked into Drakeâs luminous green eyes, her knees shaking and her skin flushing a deep pink as she did so. Her breath catching, she added on a whisper, âYou really think I have that much potential?â
He got her robes loose and let them fall and looked this virgin up and down looking at how delisious her young body looked. "You have the potential to make their magic dwarf your own, summonoing me here is proof, now you just need a magic you yourself can tap into, necromancy is very constrictive. In witch you struggle don't you?" He asked caressing his cold fingertips up and down her stumic feeling her womanly soft skin. "You just need to let go of your worries and your doubts about yourself." He trailed his fingers to her chest and slid his hand under her bra cupping her warm Brest as he started to fondle it carefully, he wasn't possitive if she did this herself so he would go easy for now.
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Samantha let out a gasp as her robes suddenly fell, pooling at her feet, her body almost totally exposed to Drakeâs scrutiny. Strangely, she wasnât overly embarrassed, more hoping that he was pleased with what he saw. It was bizarre because she knew she should feel frightened. He was a vampire, so powerful. And the way he was looking at her now. It wasnât just as if he was looking at her as his âblood bankâ. There was something else there. Something baser.
At that, Samantha suddenly swallowed. Her pale eyes locked with Drakeâs and she felt her lips suddenly begin to tremble on their own despite how clear her mind seemed to be. The whole thing was so surreal. And when he finally touched her skin, his own so very cold compared to hers, she felt as though a thick, warm fog, so very inviting, so very enticing, has shrouded itself around her.
Trying to breathe, Samantha whispered, âTo let goâ¦â her voice trailed and she paused for a moment. âDo I⦠do I please you?â she asked, her heart racing, her entire body igniting as Drake fondled one of her breasts. Closing her eyes, she let out a gasp and leaned into his touch. He was making her feel things she never had before, things she found she could easily become addicted to. Suddenly, she wanted him to bite her once more. She wondered how long it would be before he did once again and what he would do to her before hand.
At that, Samantha suddenly swallowed. Her pale eyes locked with Drakeâs and she felt her lips suddenly begin to tremble on their own despite how clear her mind seemed to be. The whole thing was so surreal. And when he finally touched her skin, his own so very cold compared to hers, she felt as though a thick, warm fog, so very inviting, so very enticing, has shrouded itself around her.
Trying to breathe, Samantha whispered, âTo let goâ¦â her voice trailed and she paused for a moment. âDo I⦠do I please you?â she asked, her heart racing, her entire body igniting as Drake fondled one of her breasts. Closing her eyes, she let out a gasp and leaned into his touch. He was making her feel things she never had before, things she found she could easily become addicted to. Suddenly, she wanted him to bite her once more. She wondered how long it would be before he did once again and what he would do to her before hand.
He gave a devilish smile to her question and said, "I think your very cute, and sensitive body, a body like this could keep me pleased in the underworld for ever." He said popping her bra off and gently suckling on her abit before running a hand up her thigh. "So, were would you like me to bite you next? Do make sure to pick because that will be your reward." He told her before he reached her womanly neither reagion and started stroking it till he could feel its moistness. He spread her lower lips apart and rubbed at her clit whatching her react to each touch. "Your power grows now, with your desigher and pleasure. I bet even your masters can sence it, I know I can." He said leaning in to her while his hand still teased her he bit down on her neck again taking in as much of the sweet lust filled necture that is her blood.
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Samantha felt like her breath was leaving her body as Drake took his liberties and touched her wherever he pleased. Desperately trying to breathe, she finally closed her eyes and let her body succumb to his masterful ministrations. The way he touched her filled her with such want and desire that she could no longer tell the difference between dream and reality.
âMy power growsâ¦â Samantha whispered as Drake stroked her dripping wet sex, the rest of her body responding as he continued to touch her, whisper to her.
Suddenly, Samantha felt Drake sink his fangs into her neck once again. The instant they sank into her flesh she let out a whimper followed by a sigh of burning relief. His bite was exactly what she needed to sate and quench the fire he built up inside of her. But it didnât end there. As he began to drink that euphoric feeling came back with a vengeance, nearly consuming her whole. In an instant, thoughts of him claiming her filled her mind. She wanted to bond with him, wanted to taste his blood. She didnât care what it would cost her in the end, only the moment mattered.
Heart racing, breath coming in rasps, Samantha clutched at Drakeâs shoulders, holding him closer. âDrink⦠drinkâ¦â she whispered.
âMy power growsâ¦â Samantha whispered as Drake stroked her dripping wet sex, the rest of her body responding as he continued to touch her, whisper to her.
Suddenly, Samantha felt Drake sink his fangs into her neck once again. The instant they sank into her flesh she let out a whimper followed by a sigh of burning relief. His bite was exactly what she needed to sate and quench the fire he built up inside of her. But it didnât end there. As he began to drink that euphoric feeling came back with a vengeance, nearly consuming her whole. In an instant, thoughts of him claiming her filled her mind. She wanted to bond with him, wanted to taste his blood. She didnât care what it would cost her in the end, only the moment mattered.
Heart racing, breath coming in rasps, Samantha clutched at Drakeâs shoulders, holding him closer. âDrink⦠drinkâ¦â she whispered.
There was a knock at the door, Damiean was not going to linger around for any supprisses, he might be a vampire lord but to a old necromancer he was still a puppet till he could get his new pet the power she needed. He released her from his embraise and healed her marks quickly turning transparent and hung by the ceiling till she could get rid of her intruder.
On the otherside a group of young women dressed in the same cloths but only fancier compaired to her own. "Awake...." He wispered in her thoughts. "Get the door, see what they want and if you wish to have your own minions, we can invite them along latter."
On the otherside a group of young women dressed in the same cloths but only fancier compaired to her own. "Awake...." He wispered in her thoughts. "Get the door, see what they want and if you wish to have your own minions, we can invite them along latter."