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Dark decadence (Sweet&Raziel)

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Sweetly_masked

Super-Earth
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Aug 12, 2009
It was nearly nightfall when the final boat came to port in the colorful, well decorated city of Venice. Everyone flooded off the ship; ready to go to the large and lavish parties the city was known for. Tiny lights glittered and glistened on the streets, they glowed like earth bound stars. The women laughed loudly with massive hair standing taller then they were. Their large dresses made it intimating to approach. It was the age of decadence after all. On the very back of the ramp, Abandoned by the excited visitors, was what appeared to be a young man, maybe in his early teens. He wore a baggy buttermilk shirt with a tight satin burgundy vest. He seemed too willowy and pale compared to most of the toned, sun-kissed boys at that age. His soft face and eyes made the the rich men take a double take at his form.

That was because Amelia was no boy. For a girl, she stood taller then most at 5'9" with a slender, graceful looked. She had snowy blond hair that was pulled back into a ponytail to hid her womanly charm. She was 18, but she could barely pull of a 15 year old boy. Her Mother had been a french women who grew up in Venice while her father was a strong German man that swept her off her feet and ran away with her. Amelia was the perfect mix of the two, Strong yet pale and graceful. If she didn't dress like a boy she would've had suitors lined up from here to Paris. Other then her pretty face, Amelia managed to hid all her feminine features well. Her breasts were tightly bound with thick, cotton cloth so her chest was mostly flat. Her waistcoat hid the rest of her bust. She wore chocolate brown breeches and a long jacket to hid her curvy hips.

If she had been a normal girl she would have been considered one of the most lovely maidens around. If her mother hadn't died, she would have been raised as a girl. She had lost her when she was only a toddler. Her Father was from a well known and feared vampire hunter family, it was understandable that some of the monsters wouldn't like him very much. When her mother Clara died He hadn't a clue how to raise a girl. So he didn't. He would take her and her other 3 brother off on his missions, training them to be the best vampire hunters in the land. His 4 sons would nearly famous for their skill.

This was her first mission alone. Her heart pumped enthusiastically. Her father had been very reluctant to let her but the young huntress wouldn't allow him to treat her with a double standard because she was female.

The hunter girl had got a message that there was a vampire in Venice, but one of wealth and power. Likelihood it was just a false alarm, rich people tended to seem weird and almost cold blooded to normal people....but it didn't mean they really were. Amelia had always wanted to visit Venice though. She had traveled to every other major city in Europe, for some reason her father avoided the place as it were the plague. She doubted the vampire clan, but it was an wonderful excuse to explore.

Her fierce, yet powdery blue, eyes darted around looking at any buildings that a vampire would be likely to stalk. All part of her father's borderline psychotic training. Nearby she saw a bar. She nodded pleased with her findings. It was always the most likely area because intoxicated people were the easiest to target. Plus Drunks were always willing to share what they knew about the gossip of the town. If there was a vampire here, someone would give her the details. She touted over to the pub a block away. People were already crowing in.

"pardon me?" She spoke in a lower, more masculine voice as she approached a table of tavern wenches. "I'm new to town, I was wondering if you would mind me sitting here?" she tried to sound like a guy but much to her embarrassment, she only managed a prepubescent boy. They all looked at her and giggled. Her heart began to pump wildly in her chest. She had never gathered information by herself before, one of her brothers were always there beside her. This time she was all alone. She hoped these women would either think she was just funny or would be too drunk to take too much notice of her feminine voice.

"Sure, pretty boy, but won't your mother be worried about you?" one women leaned over, her bust almost falling out of her low cut corset. Amelia managed to stay civil with the exception of a annoyed lip twitch. After about a half hour, the girls started talking about the vampires within the city. The details were foggy, she couldn't tell if there was one or twenty leeches mucking about. After she got the little information she could, she excused herself from the table. The ladies beckoned for her to stay but she had to start planning her action as quickly as possible.

First, She'd need to check into a hotel, then start staking out areas. Amelia didn't know the city yet, which was the most important aspect of hunting. Bars, alleyways, or anywhere else conveniently shadowed. Those were the most likely places a vampire lurked. Both her bag and bulky German sword hung off her back. It was too late already, no map shops would be open. She leaned against a wall. With her eyes closed she took a deep breath.

Suddenly, her heart stopped.

The cross necklace, she wore hidden between her breasts, felt hot.It had been blessed to warn against demons and other monsters, meaning whenever a vampire was near, it would heat up. Slowly, not to draw attention to herself, she threw off her travel pack. It was close. How close? She hadn't a clue, though that didn't stop her from drawing her sword. She crept into a empty street, still scanning for it's presence.
 
Alexander stood watch atop one of the larger buildings of the city of Venice. One such as a human would stand at his spot, completely struck by awe by the beauty of the city at night if they stood at that very spot. Not him. No, he stood there too many times to have count, ever vigilant for a meal or to guard the council that slept there. The locals estimated that there was about 20 Vampires that called this city home. The actual numbers passed 200.

The undercroft of the city was practically full of Vampires. The only humans that were down there were blood dolls for them until they were drained and killed, or until they were turned. Not too many were killed, to be short, because dead bodies were hard to get rid of unnoticed. But how would one know if one was a Vampire or not? The undercrofts were dark even in the daylight, it was suspect, but nobody could prove it.

And deep in the undercroft was the Vampiric Council, always vigilant over threats, knowing before the assassins or hunters knew they were being watched. All channels into and out of the city were being watched. And it was only a matter of time before they tried again. And again. And again... So much death. But they would do anything for self preservation. Some of them slept well while their best watchers kept the undercrofts and town protected from those fiends. Others simply prayed that they didn't fail. Those prayers have been so far answered.

The moon was half hidden by dark clouds, clouds that blanketed the sky and threatened the city with rain. Alexander was thankful for those clouds, his dark clothes making sure that is movements were all but invisible to the common folk. Jumping silently from rooftop to rooftop on his patrols, one of the more skilled watchers sent out on a almost nightly vigilance. His hunger was starting to peak, but he ignored it. He knew better than to skiv off his patrols.

And as he looked up at the moon, he was reminded of is lost love, the way the clouds formed making the moon look like her hair. A short wave of melancholy went over him, but he shook it off quickly. No need to go into the past now. What was done was done. He had killed her, a accident, but his fault either way. A german man had come and stolen her away before he could prove his worth. He left the city with the permission of the council, trailing her, trying to win her over. He fought with the German man, accidentally spearing her with his blade. Shocked, Alexander fled from the scene. It had haunted him ever since.

He shook is head, clearing the thoughts out of his head, the clouds moving off of the moon. He sighed before continuing his search. He eventually made it to the tavern, staying outside and picking the minds of the people inside. A Strange and new man asking about Vampires. That was the only lead that he needed. He started moving faster, finding a equivalent of a scent trail with heat. It wasn't long before he found his target.

Alexander waited in ambush on top of one of the buildings, watching the man against the wall. He was nearly camoflaged in the darkness, his pants, shirt, and cloak all black. The only thing that was really visible was his pale but sharp face, and is deep blue eyes. The man seemed to either get restless... or he knew that he was there. So Alexander jumped down, unsheathing his longsword.
 
The flash of motion within the dark made her nearly jump out from her own skin. The hunter felt stupid and amateur. She couldn't allow herself to be easily spooked. She was well trained and just as good as her brothers were. She quickly tried to regain her cool, even if it was just an outward mask. The first solo mission was always the scariest, so said her brothers, but if you can make it through then nothing can ever scare you again. "Good evening." She smiled, lowering her voice. The hunter readied herself into a fighting position but kept her tone friendly.

Despite her skills, she was afraid. Her cross was so warm it nearly burning soft skin. Either there was lot of vampires hidden, or the necklace was specially trying to warn about the one stand before her. She had to dismiss the warning...she couldn't allow herself to accept fear.

it was something else, how quickly he had found her was simply amazing. Her scent wasn't the easiest to follow . She bathed about everyday, unlike most people around, make herself nearly invisible. It was either a very convenient fluke, or this vampire was as trained to hunt humans as she was to vampires.

"So, I'm most likely be foolish for asking," they both were on the verge of attack but it sounded as if she were talking about the weather, "but I'm going to guess and say, you're a vampire correct?" She couldn't see his reaction, nor his face for that matter. Her eyes hadn't quite readjusted from the city lights but his silence told her what she needed. "My name is Amel Eisenberg, Vampire hunter." She gave a little bow, still holding her sword towards him. Her family name was infamous to their kind and she was sure that it would get a reaction out of him. "And tonight I'm going kill you." She sneered with hatred.

"You disgusting, bloody monster."

And with that she charged. Vampire's reactions were quicker then human's. If you wanted to have any chance with them you had to get them by surprise. It looked as if she was going to stab in the stomach, but then suddenly dropped. Her Leg kicked his feet out from under him. The hunter gave him an extra little kick in the back as he fell. The faster she killed him, the more likely she was not to be attacked by potential members of his clan.

With her Silver blade in hand she mount him, or at least she tried to. The place were she KNEW his body fell was nothing but the cold ground. She swore leaping to her feet. She scanned the area for movement...
 
The man seemed to be afraid, but he didn't show it. But Alexander knew, could smell the fear in the air, could hear the heavy heartbeating that made him want to dance. But the man seemed so familiar, and Alexander couldn't put his finger on why. He felt that he saw that face before, so long ago, but reason escaped him as to where, and when. But as he sensed a fight, he cleared those thoughts from his head.

"Evening," he said in a cooly voice, eyes locked on the other, his blue ones penetrating nearly to the soul. He didn't lose his advantage, ever. He would taunt the man into a false attack if need be. The question went over his head, like it needed to be stated. Jumping from a building at that height without making a sound? It was a fools question.

Then he heard the name. The flashback behind his eyes of the German man that had taken what was his. His lips formed a sneer as his eyes narrowed, his body taking a more battle-ready position. "So you are one of that German hunter's sons, hmm? Your father and his vile lot can rot in hell with the rest of his clan for what he has done." He laughed as he heard the man's words, standing up a little straighter. "Your father couldn't kill me, what makes you think you can?"

That lapse in error made him make the first mistake, but luckily it wasn't the last. He easily parried the blow to the stomach, but he was tripped up by fast feet, being kicked in the back. But before the Coup De Gra could be administered, he shifted into a mist form, moving a few feet away from him before reappearing, sword in hand.

"Clever man." He spat, eyes narrowed in anger. "But you won't get a blow in so easily this time." He charged forward with that, his blade coming over for a horizontal slash that could cleave him right in half if he didn't evade.
 
Amelia, as much as she would have loved rebut that her father was a noble man and a monster had no right to say such things, she was a little to busy falling. He came at her with such speed that her only option was to lean back and let gravity take care of the rest. The long blade seemed to be moving in slow motion as it just barely brushed against her bust. In that moment her eye sight became super human. She watched the fibers of her waistcoat break apart...then time resumed it course. Her head slammed onto the ground, for a split second the world went black around her.

She groaned, forgetting about the vampire momentary to nurse the bump forming on her head. She forced herself to sit up, the cut hadn't been enough to go though her binding. She thanked god silently for her luck. The hunter pulled herself up against a wall as her vision start to return to normal. She looked up at him, in the moon's light he looked slightly familiar. "Come on!" She said annoyed. "Don't just stand there, when your enemy is down you finish them off."

She grabbed a stake off of her leg, reading herself against the wall. The worst he could do was kill her and a death fighting was an honorable one.
 
As she seemed to so easily drop down to avoid his blow, he wondered if he underestimated is opponent, if this man was a halfling, as rare as they were. But as the man was dazed for a moment as his head bounced off the ground, the notion was wiped from his mind. There was no way this man was a halfling, they would never be dazed by such a attack. The taunt was made to push him into action, and the removal of the stake from the leg was not only tell tale, but obvious. He wasn't so foolish to fall for that, he was more powerful, more cunning than any human there was.

His body turned to mist, the clanging of his sword as he left it behind and it hit the ground audible in the night. It was silent now, as if he abandoned the area. But he waited only a few seconds, to make the man uneasy. Then he appeared silently behind him, reaching into his cloak and pulling out a syringe. He was fast, injecting it into the man's neck before disappearing again, going back to his sword and picking it up. He said not a word on what he just injected into him, but held himself in a more defensive stance.

What he injected was a aphrodisiac that he made himself in the labs in the undercroft. He had only tested it on females, but from that, he guessed that in about 10 minutes, he would start feeling his body heat up, his whole body will be heated and focused in one area in about 20. No doubt he'll try to please himself before running towards a brothel. He never saw a woman hold back from begging past 30 minutes.
 
She gasped as the needle pierced her neck with professional precession. Poison? Why would he poison her of all the things he could do? Did he think that it would make her give up? Make her beg for the cure? She began to laugh. That was it. He wanted to mess with her now. "You can't break me with that," She spat. "I'll keep coming at you till one of us is dead. Unlike you creatures, my family believes in honor."

Her head wasn't dizzy anymore but she felt warm, as if her blood was on fire. Amelia did her best to ignore it, there was more important matters at hand. The stake she held in her hand she swung noticeably around, making sure he believed she was succumbing to the poison or losing her wit. It didn't matter which he thought it was as long as it threw him off his guard again. She made herself walk like a drunk in a bar fight, swinging the stake again like it was a toy. Of course he dodged it, a human even could do that much.

While she distracted him with a display of weakness, a discreet hand slipped down her leg to snatch another stake. As soon as her slim fingers grabbed a hold of her wooden weapon, she drove all her force into stabbing it as deep into his heart as she could. As she stepped forward for her attack, the Vampire's leg happened to come between her legs. She whispered an unexpected feminine moan of pleasure. Amelia's body reacted boldly to the sudden contact as she contracted into herself. The attack, instead of puncturing his heart, merely cut his cheek.

For a moment she stood the confused to what just happened. "What did you do to me?" She said in growing panic. Her normal voice leaked in slightly. "What the hell did you inject me with?!" She demanded.
 
He watched the man as he started forward, moving like a drunken monk trying to find his way across the city, swinging the stake wildly in the air towards him. He simply watched as the man came slowly closer, inching towards him. Obviously the man wanted to act on the fact that Alexander injected him with something, but assuming that it was a narcotic or poison instead of what it really was.

He was caught by surprise when e duck down under one of his wild swings when he got close, though. He pulled another stake and stabbed forward, getting Alex in the face. He growled, wanting to backhand the man to send him flying against the wall. But before he could, the man was backing up, uncomfortable. Alexander's mind quickly went over the last 2 seconds again, and was shocked. The feminine moan? And then he heard the voice, the feminine voice demanding a explanation.

Suddenly, everything started to click into place, from what one could call fate. Why he was sent out tonight, why his memories were more vivid, and what he couldn't put his finger on earlier when he first saw this person.

"You look just like your mother." He whispered, his arm relaxing somewhat as he saw all the features. Not even the hair pulled back marred the image now, since Clara liked to have her hair back when he saw her. The only thing that was out of place was the flat chest, but he knew there had to be a reason for that. He was distracted by the past and present melding, but that would only slightly lag his defense.
 
Her eyebrows pushed together. "How do you know my mother..."

When Amelia was only a toddler her mother was killed, she had been too young to remember anything but she had been with her mother during the fight. There was a blurred image of the murder in her mind. It had haunted her when she tried to sleep. The thought of him made her want to train and be strong like her brothers. Her heart clamped as she stared at the man before her. He was no blurred image.

All the pieces were falling into place...

"You bastard..." She was never filled with more rage in her life. Her whole body shook with it. She reached for another stake. Amelia wasn't even thinking with logic anymore. She wanted the filthy bloodsucker dead. He single handily ruined her family that day. She never got to experience a home because he father couldn't stay in once place for more then a week without being taken by past memories. She never experienced what it was like to wear a dress because of him.

This time, when she swung her stake at him she was really out of control. She didn't know if she was hitting him or not. At some point she lost the wood danger and just began pounding him with her fists. They wouldn't hurt him but she had to do something, she had to release her anger somehow.
 
She seemed to go berserk in her fury, fury that was misguided at best. Yet he had little time to argue it while she attacked, those wooden stakes still deadly, and he ducked and weaved his way through every swing. A delicate dance with his life on the line. And maybe hers. Soon, though, she dropped the stakes and resorted to fists. He tossed the sword backwards, letting her smack at his arms and chest, not really caring.

"I didn't mean to kill her!" He said, in a low voice, trying to contain is own anger and distrought. "Your father and I were fighting to the death when your mother was behind him. He dodged a attack, but she didn't! His feint made me hit her!" Her fists were starting to be waring on his arms and chest, but he could wait it out.
 
"That's so much better, you were trying to kill my father but missed and hit my mother. It's not like it really matters to you if another human dies. We're just dinner to you beasts. Nutrition." She continued to assault him with her wimpy human arms. Sometimes she would stomp on his foot. She wasn't crying, she hardly remembered her mother except for the fact she was very loving. She didn't cry but inside she mourned the life he stole away from her family. "You ruined everything. I HATE Vampires!" She screamed.

Her hands began to quiver on his chest. Amelia was so enraged but the feel of his pectoral made her blood boil in a completely new way. She was sickened by herself though it didn't stop her from rubbing her thigh against his. Not only was he was he a monster but she was a virgin! She hadn't even kissed a boy before because of her outward appearance. She was not a bold or sexual person. "Why?" She struggled to speak rather then just moan like a whore. "Dear god...what have you done to me?"

She couldn't take it any longer, she wanted him. The thought repulsed her but her body leaned more into his. If she stayed here...she didn't know what she'd do. Desperate, she elbowed him in the side as hard as she could. The huntress ripped herself from him, as impossible as that was seemed, and took off running. She swooped her sword off the ground but only slowed her sprint to to scream over her shoulder "I'll come back and kill you I swear."

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She made it maybe another block over before she succumbed to the drug. The street was empty, thank god, because her will power had stopped right in the middle of that road. Amelia tore off her breeches as if there were burning her skin. She had no extra undergarment to hid her clearly female part. Her pale buttock glowed in the moonlight. She moaned without even touching anything. She had never been so horny in her life. The desire was nearly painful. Even the gentle night breeze was enough to drive her sensitive flesh mad. "That bastard..." She grumbled. Her hand slide between her slender, spread out legs and be began to rub herself. Her face flushed with the humiliation of what she was doing...
 
She was screaming obscenities at him, finding one way or another to blame him for her mothers death. At this point, he felt no reason to argue against it, but in the back of his mind, he was replaying that moment of time, and it was taking a lot to hold back any bit of emotion from his face.

"Damn you, taking her away from me!" He heard his voice echoing through his mind as he saw the snow-covered village once more, out in the middle of nowhere, near the Carpathian mountains. The German blocking his view of the woman he loved, holding another child in her arms. He growled, charged forward. The man dodged at the very last moment, no signifying sound or anything. Alexander's face twisting into that of horror as he was unable to stop his momentum, the blade sliding into the chest of the one he loved. The only grace he had done was twisting the blade to miss the child. Alexander falling to his knees over his lost love as the German man tried to stab him through with a stake, no remorse for her death at all...

Her questions fell on his ears, waking him from his reverie. But before he could answer, she elbowed him in the side, knocking him away as she started running. Her promise to kill him was laughable, but knowing what was going on with her, he took to the rooftops and followed, silently, unseen now.

He was surprised to find her that way, not too far from where they were fighting. The area nearby was clear of people, and he made sure to keep it that way, putting up barriers about two blocks each way. Then he saw her just rip off her pants in a flurry, hand diving down to rub herself. It would only make her need more, make her hornier. She would need a man's touch to stop that. His touch.

He jumped down, making a soft sound to alert her. "So... needy. Not even getting into a building to do that? It looks like you could use some help..." His voice wasn't mocking or taunting, nay, but seducing, low, melodic tones trying to grab her need and attention.
 
"Don't look at me!" She begged, her bashful face made her look even more like her mother. It was almost the same face Clara made when he would compliment her. She looked cute even though she clearly and understandably mad at him. Amelia was filled with too many emotions: Anger, fear, embarrassment, lust. All of the conflicting energy made her even more confused. She tried to pathetically hid her nakedness but she couldn't stop her hand as it became more aggressive. Two fingers slipped and thrust in. She could feel his eyes on her as if they were beckoning for to take the rest of her clothes off.

And she wanted to...

Her waistcoat felt tight as if she couldn't breathe. She closed her eyes as if that would make him disappear.

"Why won't it stop?" She moaned as her fingers dug their way deeper inside her soft, wet passage. Her legs twitch in pleasure and frustration. "I'm sorry I said those things, please...Don't you have a cure or something?" She opened her eyes, which had been a mistake. When did he become so....sexy? Her mouth moistened in sensual desire. His strong eyes on her flesh only made him seem more appealing.

"No..." She said out loud. what kind of daughter would she be if she slept with her mother's killer? "Please...I..."

The sensation was driving her insane, she was too proud to ask for him but she spread her leg open for him. Her pussy was shining from her own juices. She had thought that the worst thing a vampire could do was kill you... but the had been far more terrible with an honorable death. The worst part was the pleasure that ate at her mind and soul....
 
Probably the worst part of this new encounter with her, the woman that seemed to be a exact clone of her mother in every respect, was the smell. Her smell was alluring already, but with her pheromones from her juices in the air, it was driving him insane. Even before she spread her legs for him and her juices spreaded freely, he was holding back, his fangs extended in his mouth, lusting for this woman.

Her every movement reminded him of her mother... and this time, he didn't want to fail her. Her pitying words forced him to walk forward as she silently begged for him. He picked up her pants, slung them over his shoulder, before picking her up in strong arms. He wrapped his arms carefully around her upper back and her legs, and while he did that, wings of black feathers burst from his back. The black feathers drew over her body, purposefully teasing her before he jumped into the air, flapping hard as he went into flight.

He kept her busy while they were in the air, his hand wrapping around her thigh, fingers stroking over her feminine core.He felt her juices, rubbing her clit to keep her just busy enough. Wen he landed, he didn't give her much time to take in surroundings, running fast enough that the place was a blur until he stopped, his wings retracting and disappearing. The room that he stopped in was a bedroom, the only light being from a ring of candles that adorned the walls every few feet. The far wall had the bed, and he walked over to it, pushing the drapes of the canopy to the side.

"Tell me if you're ok." He whispered. His hands took off her coat, then her shirt, finding that her breasts were indeed wrapped. He moved closer, his lips finding hers in heated passion as his fingers easily got rid of the cloth holding them down, letting her breasts free.
 
'So that's what a kiss feels like...' she thought to herself.

Almost compulsively she covered her breasts with alarm flashing into her eyes. He knew her gender but it had still been her most guarded secret. Allowing one to see them exposed was still a challenge. Her female body had always seemed awkward. The girl had hidden it for so long she was almost repulsed by it's soft curves. Mentally she felt she was a male and had rejected all things feminine. When she was younger it had been simple. The older she became the more her body transformed from a weed to delicate flower.

Her body ached for his touch.

Why was she still fighting it? It felt amazing, better then amazing, it was intoxicating. Slowly, she uncovered her breasts, allowing her hands to grab onto his shoulders. Lust invaded her mind with the body following quickly afterward. When it was over she would think about the consequences. She gently grabbed his hand, sliding it down to her moist, pink maidenhood. "I'm not ok..." She whispered in a strange seductive moan. "and it's your fault."
 
Still, even after the lust going through her body, she was being shy about it, about her feminine body. And as he thought about it, about the stories he had heard about that mortal enemy of his that was her father, he could see why. Being brought up like a man, hiding her body in public? It was definitely something he could at least understand. But it wasn't long before she uncovered them, and his hands went to her breasts, gently rubbing and teasing the soft, heated flesh.

It wasn't long before she took one of his hands, pulling it to her hot core, and he gladly started stroking, some teasing to build her up a little bit. "I know." He whispered against her lips. "I thought you were a man, you played the part well enough. And I wanted that petty revenge on your kin for what happened." He blamed her father for Clara's death, for not standing his ground and giving his life for her. "You are just as beautiful as your mother..."

His lips were on hers again, kissing her deeply, and his clothes disappeared, leaving him completely bare to her body and touch. Her scent turned him on to no end, his blood pulsing and heated like molten lava, his length completely hard and pressing lightly against her hips. He knew that she wanted it, couldn't hold back himself, so he moved his hand away from her core, moving his hips down sliding and rubbing his length against her hot, soaked feminine core.

Her lips wrapped around his length easily, like it was meant to fit, delicate in its acceptance, and after a few teasing rubs, he slid into her, a soft moan escaping against her lips as he buried inch by slow inch into her.
 
"my mo-" She mumbled confused, but their lips were meshing together before she could string a sentence together.

Amelia winced in slight pain as he pushed his way inside of her. She was lucky, the drug had made her wet so his member slipped is fairly easy. She couldn't help moaning. He was inside her. The sensation was strange but she liked it. Every inch of her skin wanted to be connected with his. If she could fuse herself into him, she would have. Her tongue wiggled it's way into his mouth. Her hands, small but callused from years of holding a sword, squeezed his shoulders. Her sweet noises, barely audible, but so clearly female.

"Oh god..." She breathed, her hips grinding against his desperately. Amelia's thin legs wrapped around him, her rips arched toward him.
 
Her figure was so completely feminine that he was starting to wonder now how she was able to trick him at first that she was a man, but the thought was out of his mind as he was buried inside her, her grip like a sheathe on a blade: personalized, a perfect fit on him. He slowly slid out, nearly all the way, before sliding in, her wetness helping greatly to make it easier on her. Her tongue peaked in his mouth, and he returned in kind, his own tongue dancing around hers. His right arm wrapped around her, pulling her body closer to his own in desperation, while his other one went to her leg, holding it to him as she wrapped them around him.

Like that it went for a good hour, but to him it could have only been minutes. His fangs were grown out, and he had to stake his claim on her, possess her completely. He broke the burning kiss of passion, kissing down her cheek to her neck, lips and teeth gently teasing her pulse. His hips had sped up slowly the entire time, and now he was pushing deep at her, moans common from how amazing she felt to him. His gums ached to feel her blood against them, and he bit down, feeling her blood pool in his mouth. His eyes rolled back as a fresh moan escaped his throat, holding himself back from the orgasm that threatened to burst him right there. Her blood was a delicacy that he could never dream existed! Such spice! Such heat! He never wanted to go without it again.
 
She had cum at least five time as they pulsed together in their intimate dance. Each time it grew more powerful that she wasn't even sure her body could handle the next one. How he managed to hold back so long baffled her. He thrust into her again, she cried out loudly. She sung so boldly she was afraid the angels in heaven would hear her sinful song. The snowy blond had lost herself. With a smile pulling at her lips, she let herself enjoy everything. It was as if she were inside someone else. What every she did now felt like an illusion. He was her lover that was focused purely on her. She giggled as he moved down her neck, his eyelashes tickling her sensitive flesh.

Then she felt the pain. His teeth dug into her, releasing a crimson fountain. It trickled down her collar to her breast. She lightly swore. Just like an idiot(or because of the drugs) she had forgotten who exactly he was. Vampire. The monsters she hated more then anything. They were the plague on humanity.... She closed her eyes, the pain was quickly washed away with a warmth. It spread from the bite and flooded her body with a tingling pleasure.

"W-what are you doing?" She stuttered. Speaking normally was becoming increasingly difficult. Amelia was being taken away by the sweet feeling that infected her sense. Her arm wrapped around his and grabbed onto his hair. "Don't stop." She begged, feeling whorish for saying such a thing, but it was true. It was like after being asleep she had just awoken.
 
Her orgasm after orgasm pulled on his senses, but he was able to hold back purely for her pleasure, though in part because he couldn't mark her as his own. Though when he bit her, he heard the sense of fear, before the warmth and pleasure of the bite went over her. As she begged for him to continue, his thrusts sped up just for her, to please her even more, to show her that even if this was only the pleasure of the body for the moment, maybe he wasn't the monster she thought he was. At least to her.

His eyes closed and rolled back as he drank, and his mind was in fast forward, going over a large chain of events that led here. Everything that gave her to him. The moments him and Clara had together in friendship. Her leaving him and running off with the German man. The accidental death of her mother. Her being raised as a hunter. Him being assigned to watch the city when she came to hunt him. Fate had a weird way with life. He had been the saving hand that she was alive to this day, and here she was, sharing the moment, nay, the life with him that they both craved. He finally understood why fate denied him one before.

He pulled his fangs out from her neck, his tongue going over the bite marks on her neck, sealing them and leaving a small mark to show that she was forever his. He slowly trailed his tongue over the blood that escaped down her neck, before his hand came up from her leg to his own neck. His finger turned into a talon before slashing at his neck, making a deep wound, the blood starting to slide down his neck. His hand went behind her head and pulled her towards the wound, pulling her lips to it. "Drink." He whispered deeply, huskily, a moan escaping afterward as his hips sped up a little more.
 
If she had been in a sane mind frame, the fact that he cut himself would have alarmed her. If she had been sane she wouldn't refused his blood without a second thought, but she wasn't. Amelia's tongue lapped up his blood hungrily, making sure there was no leftover on him. Once she had cleaned what had leaked from the wound she became to suckle the cut.

Something was pushing at her brain. It was something her father forced her to read in a book... The hunter couldn't understand why something trivial like that would be popping into her head now. She lifted her head, blood still on her lip, and stared at him with lusty, erotic eyes. Sweat beads glistened on her breasts from their diligent humping. Like a savage animal, she grabbed him with her lips. The favor of their blood swapped to each other, she couldn't taste the difference. It tasted metallic to her, and a bit salty. He was thrusting faster now. Amelia moaned into their kiss. Her erect nipples rubbing against his firm chest.

Annoyance. What was it that kept her bother her? Something to do with blood....She didn't want to think about it.
 
He moaned loudly as he felt her tongue expertly getting every drop that had escaped the cut from his neck, before her mouth locked on it, sucking to get his life blood. His mind was going crazy with need as she rubbed against him, as she accepted the last bit to link the two of them together forever. It was a little strange in his mind that he found the person he was to be with. But his mind cleared of those thoughts as she left his neck, which healed on its own, and found his lips in a heated passion that he returned more than ten fold.

It wasn't long before he hit is orgasm, and he pushed deep inside her with a few thrusts as he came, hot seed filling her on the inside. The bed was getting quite soaked, with their sweat and their mixed juices now mingling. He came down slowly, panting as he held her close to him, eyes closed. e picked a few things out of her mind, giving her what she needed from his.

"Amelia..." He whispered, eyes closed and his forehead against her shoulder. He started speaking in a low murmur, a language that was ancient and foreign, but if she looked in his mind, she would see it translated in his mind for her, simply put, he was binding himself to her, for her wellbeing and trust and needs over his own. And as he said it, he could feel the binds linking them together, pulling their souls ever closer. Even if she didn't understand mentally, he knew her soul knew, deep down.
 
"How did you..." She started, still panting for their previous activities.

The vampire spoke, cutting off the question. He mumbled something to her. At first she just thought it was gibberish but then words started to stand out to her. Life mate? Her face flushed away it's pinky color. The hunter was as deadly pale as a ghost. What the hell was he talking about? it couldn't be about her, could it? All the lust that had drugged her earlier seemed to have vanished and she suddenly felt very sober. How did she even understand what he was saying? What had he done to her this time?

"Get off me!" She shouted. Amelia, with a violent shoved, leaped away from the bed. Cum dripped down her leg, leaving a little trail. She was horrified, confused, angry and ashamed all at the same time. She looked down at her body with utter disgust for what she did, for liking it, for being marked by a vampire. The blood exchange. It had been the thing she had read about in the book. She hadn't paid much attention too it because she thought it wouldn't happen to her. "You monster, what the hell are you trying to pull? I Hate you kind. Do you understand that? I kill vampires. The only, and I mean the ONLY reason I would ever do something so...lewd is because you drugged me." She looked around the room for her clothes. They were scattered everywhere.

She grasped her binding, that had been throw about the room in disarray, and like the expert she was flatted her chest back down. Her Breeches were hanging off a small table. "You used me." She said in frustration. Amelia snatched them up, slipping one leg in at a time. She LET him use her. She could have said no, even if it was driving her mad she still could have sent him away. "I'll come back here and kill you one day."

Her privates were covered but she was far from decent. Her stomach was still visible along with her cute belly button. With another quick scan of the eyes so looked for her...She glared at the naked vampire. He didn't say a word, just held up her remaining garments. Just moments ago they had been in a deep display of flesh and lust. Just moments ago her virginity was taken. Now, just the look of his face made her want to stab him. "How kind of you to get those for me." She said with mock gratitude. The hunter hotly walked up to him to steal the clothes from his grasp but the beast didn't let go.

"I just want my clothes and sword, now drop it." She threatened. Not that she would seem very intimidating to him...especially after... she forced herself not to blush.
 
Of course one of the things he would grab would be her clothes, it was the only key he had that would stop her tirade in his room about how she was this grand killer of Vampires. He knew it all, saw inside her head, and she had never killed a vampire on her own before. He would have been her first solo mark, but she would never learn. e bounced the clothes a little bit in his hand just before she turned to him. Her threat didn't mean anything to him, and he held them out of her arms reach after she grabbed and tried to tug on them.

"Apparently you don't get your position." He said, in a slightly teasing voice, as his free hand grabbed her by the shoulder, his own eyes shining from his luck of finding her at all, never the less finding such a spirited and fiery lass. "You are in my household. And you seem to think that I drugged you like I did because I'm some evil man tat wanted to have sex with you. If you remember, you played the part of a man when I did. I did it out of revenge. I didn't have to help you like I did. And yes, it was help, because had I not done what I did so quickly, you would be dead by now."

His hand gently squeezed her shoulder before pulling her closer, and he kissed her, a deep, passionate kiss that sent fire through him into every inch of his being, as he was sure that it did to her. He stood up fully after that, then reached up and ripped her clothes up into little shreds.

"I have to address the public about the Vampire Hunter that came into Venice tonight." He said softly, leading her to the nearby wardrobe that was hidden in the shadows. "And it would not look good for you to be in the same clothes. Pick a dress you like and try it on, because you will be at my side through this. When everything has settled in Venice, and you still completely hate my guts, I will let you leave, with a new set of clothes so you aren't recognized."
 
She stared at him, then her shredded clothing that hung off like rags. Astonishingly he managed to leave her skin perfect and uncut.

"Wait, you're telling me if we didn't...I would have died?" It was a frightening realization but she had felt it. The feeling was utter torture, that longing was more agonizing then any broken bone or wound she'd experienced. The hunter didn't want to think about what would have happened if she were actually a boy. 'Why do you even have a drug like that?' she questioned but didn't make it audible. The explanation was probably worse then not knowing.

Her lips were still tingling for his kiss.

"Why can't I leave before you give the speech?" This roused only more questions. The public? That sounded like a good deal larger then a clan of twenty. Why a dress? She pulled off a man better then she did a woman. She didn't even know how to swing her hips! Why did he even own dresses? Just how many other women had he used his little sex drug on then lured to his room? She felt herself growing more annoyed by the situation. Amelia wasn't aware of their mental connection, or at least he mind wasn't ready to deal with the fact yet.

She half suspected that 'so she would be recognized' was just an excuse so he could tear her clothes off. Distrustful was her nature. Everyone is either our enemy or a resource to use. He was her enemy and she was his resource. None the less her bashfulness was getting the better of her. Her nipples, still excited from earlier, poked though the tattered fabric.

She looked at the overly flashy outfits that appeared to be made for a wealthy duchess. One gown in particular caught her eye. It was made from a silky sky blue fabric mixed with darker blue ruffles and bows decorating it's yards and yards of cascading fabric. Too formal. It was a ball gown of the utmost class, it would only draw more attention to her and her inability to behave womanly. She eyed the other side of the closet, glazing at the vampire's own clothing. He was taller then her. His chest and shoulders were also more masculine then her feeble female ones. If She took one of his outfit it would just look strange on her, plus the vampire would just tear them off again.

"There's nothing I can wear." She said in a defiant tone. "And if I could, I have no idea how to put one of those dresses on."
 
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