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Tasting Defeat (xanaphia X Crushedbyheels)

Xanaphia

Xanaphia

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Alhana was leading an assault against the supply depots of the Dreadland’s army. It was a desperate raid, hoping to reach equal footing with them again. Over the past five years, the armies of the Dreadlands had grown bolder, fiercer. Steadily gaining ground from the empire, the Holy Order of Trivum was having difficulty hold them back. The battle against them was particularly personal for Alhana, who had lost her lover to them five years ago. Her other half, the ardent warrior to her spiritual prowess. She had taken a vow of celibacy the day she lost him, her heart forever surrendered to him.

That was why she was leading the assault. She wasn’t much of a fighter, but her holy powers were a force to be reckoned with. The initial offensive was successful, and they had destroyed much of their supplies. This would force them to pull back, to cede some ground back to the empire. However, escaping the depot now that it had been sacked was another task entirely. Reinforcements were arriving, and soon they were overwhelmed.

She had a single plan left. It was suicide, but what did that matter now? She ordered her troops to retreat, staying behind to distract the enemy. She didn’t plan to walk out of this alive, just hoping she took out enough of the enemy to buy her men some time. She was forceful on the battlefield, her long blue hair flowing behind her with every magical spell she could muster. The curves of her body hugged by the tight dress she wore, the dress that was more ornamental than practical. She defended herself well for the time being, but her powers were beginning to wane…
 
xanaphia said:
Alhana was leading an assault against the supply depots of the Dreadland’s army. It was a desperate raid, hoping to reach equal footing with them again. Over the past five years, the armies of the Dreadlands had grown bolder, fiercer. Steadily gaining ground from the empire, the Holy Order of Trivum was having difficulty hold them back. The battle against them was particularly personal for Alhana, who had lost her lover to them five years ago. Her other half, the ardent warrior to her spiritual prowess. She had taken a vow of celibacy the day she lost him, her heart forever surrendered to him.

That was why she was leading the assault. She wasn’t much of a fighter, but her holy powers were a force to be reckoned with. The initial offensive was successful, and they had destroyed much of their supplies. This would force them to pull back, to cede some ground back to the empire. However, escaping the depot now that it had been sacked was another task entirely. Reinforcements were arriving, and soon they were overwhelmed.

She had a single plan left. It was suicide, but what did that matter now? She ordered her troops to retreat, staying behind to distract the enemy. She didn’t plan to walk out of this alive, just hoping she took out enough of the enemy to buy her men some time. She was forceful on the battlefield, her long blue hair flowing behind her with every magical spell she could muster. The curves of her body hugged by the tight dress she wore, the dress that was more ornamental than practical. She defended herself well for the time being, but her powers were beginning to wane…
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Allek watched her fight, from a distance. He hadn't realized she would be here; possibly it was fate. Or luck; good for him, bad for her, he wasn't sure.

Allek was a lean, strong man; tall and well muscled under the black and gold armor he now wore. Once it had been much like her dress, or the colors of her banner; but that time was long gone now.

Alhana. Always so powerful. And she'd grown stronger, since he'd been gone. Powerful enough to actually diminish his forces, however inevitable her defeat. He'd have to handle it himself.

He strode through the battlefield, concentrating on the mystic defenses tattooed to his skin and built into his dark armor. Her spells bounced off of him, weakening him as they flew away into his troops. Not enough to stop him, though, as he moved through the ranks like a juggernaught.

Finally he was close enough for it to matter. He took off his helmet, and let her see his face.

He waited just long enough for the shock to settle, but not to fade. He charged forwards and slamed an armored fist into her stomach.

"Alhana," he said, as she doubled over his fist. "Love. It's been too long. Come home with me."

((Didn't know if you wanted a longer battle, I feel that's a good "first punch" or "knockout punch" either way))
 
The leader was fast approaching her. She had seen him before, in his obsidian armor, with gold inlaid symbols. He had decimated units in the past, with the survivors raving about his seeming imperiousness. She knew at this point what her life’s purpose was. She would have to kill that man, or die in the effort.

He was coming right for her, but she was ready, flinging her powerful spells in his direction. When he was hit, she could see runes glowing on his armor, protecting him from the worst effects of her spells. She kept casting, what choice did she have. He was going to kill her; all she could hope was that she killed him first.

He was close now, within striking range. He had stopped for some reason, but it didn’t matter, she was preparing her most powerful spell. If this didn’t succeed then she would have failed in her final duty. And that’s when she saw him. The face that had dominated her dreams for so many years now. The face she always wished she might see again. To think, she knew she was to be reunited with him soon, but she thought it would be after her death.

“Allek?” She whispered as he charged her. She couldn’t finish the spell that might have saved her, immobilized by shock. His blow knocked the air out of her, and she crumpled into his arms. He whispered to her as he held her and there was no doubt in her mind that he was the man she had once loved.
 
Holding her in his arms felt...right. Felt better than anything had in a long while. Anything since the time he had entered his new life.

Aroun them, the soldiers poured through, chasing after her army. That part of the battle was something of a tie; not as many as she had hoped would escape, but she had bought enough time that it was nearly impossible for him to wipe out her forces, as he'd planned.

Let the unit commanders deal with it. This was more important.

He turned to the dark elf and burly orc who had followed him into battle.

"My personal carriage," he ordered. "We're heading back to camp. I want my beloved to travel in the comfort she deserves."

Turning back to her, he cupped her chin, raising her face to his. Black hair swished around his face...not quite the same face she remembered, but close enough. A new scar, on the cheek. And somewhat paler.

He pressed his lips to hers, forcing onto her a deep, passionate kiss. It contained all the love he had ever held for her...and all the cruelty of what he had become, as his fangs left small cuts in her lip.
 
She was helpless in his arms, unable to fight him off and not sure if she even wanted to. Nothing seemed real anymore, even the ensuing battle around them. She knew her troops were being decimated around her but she couldn’t move herself to action.

She looked up at his face, not that she had much choice in the matter. Not much had changed in time, though, there was a scar she didn’t remember. He eyes seem to pull her in to him and her was breathing more quickly simultaneously excited and scared.

She didn’t fight the kiss, though she didn’t react initially, overcome by everything around her. Soon her body remembered him, her tongue melting with his, returning the kiss with the years of pent up desire. But...there was something different. She could taste it on her lips, a warm metallic liquid. Her blood, from her own lips. She pulled away now, realizing how it was he was alive, all this time, why he was with her enemy.

“Abomination…”She whispered, trying to back away now, still no match for his immense strength. She saw his carriage arriving now, but she knew she couldn’t get in there with him.
 
"Not the kind of dirty little name I was hoping for," he laughed. "But it will do for now. Especially after the welcome your body just gave me, whatever you'll be saying in the next few minutes. I've missed you, Alhana."

The carriage rode up; black, with red insignia on it. An officer's carriage. The empire's soldiers had been taught to target them, so she could easily recognize it. This one was even more resplendant than the average; whatever Allek had become, he ranked highly in the enemy command. An elven girl opened it. She was dressed in hardy black leather, although not much of it; barely enough to cover her body. She bowed nervously as the carriage door was opened. She moved easily, despite the heavy iron collar welded around her neck.

"Ah, Valla," Allek said, turning to a dark elf captain. "Zradt, a little present; you and the men may have Valla during the return journey. I won't be needing her. No permenant damage now; she is still my property."

Valla wailed as the grinning dark elf captain motioned for his men to carry her away.

"Come dear," Allek said, his arm like a vise on her wrist. "The ride home will be long, and we have a lot of catching up to do."
 
Alhana looked at the girl who tended his carriage, the one he called Valla. Enough of her body was exposed to Alhana that she could see the treatment she had received at the hands of her former lover. The scars that covered the girl’s body, sent shivers down Alhana’s spine, shocked at the cruelty Allek was not capable of. The way the girl carried herself spoke volumes more, and the terrified cry as Allek gave her away so callously shook Alhana to the core.

Perhaps he thought that display would fill Alhana with pride, knowing he would throw away his obedient plaything in favor of her, but in reality she recoiled from his at this. Was that to be her fate as well? To be used up by him like a piece of meat and thrown to the dogs?

Not that she was given much of chance to consider this. With the carriage door open, she was shoved inside, Allek’s strength far greater than she had remembered it. She supposed that was the due to his transformation and she shuddered in horror at this realization.

The inside of his carriage was especially fine, with the seats covered in soft velvet with fine cherry wood detailing. She sunk into the comfortable seat, but she refused to let herself be at ease. She watched him cautiously. To her deep shame, he was even more handsome than she had recalled, his pale skin drawing out his appealing features, his eyes far more passionate and vibrant. Despite her emotional revulsion to him, her body was aroused, lusting after him as if nothing had changed…
 
He sat down on a cushion and gestured for her to do the same.

"I saw how you looked at me," he said. "When you felt my fangs. Yes, a lot has changed. Not my feelings for you but...a lot. I've learned a lot since we were parted, love. A lot I intend to teach you. We will be together again.

He leaned back.

"I saw your expression when you saw Valla. No, that...that isn't what I have planned for you. Valla was a plaything. And a necessity, for someone like me on the campaign. I won't need her that way anymore, I have you. Not that I intend to sire you; not yet."

"Although I would hope to do it...soon. I would hope that I can convince you to submit to the Last Kiss willingly. Because I will NOT turn you into a mindless thrall. So I intend for you to chose it, as I did. To choose to be with me forever.

"And if you're not ready to make that choice, then I'll have to make you ready. That could take time, and you wouldn't...well. You WOULD enjoy it, not that you'd admit it." He smiled briefly. "But I will not...I WILL NOT...lose you again. Ever."
 
She listened to his words, watching his mouth move, the gleam of his fangs each time he opened it. They sat there, in his mouth, threatening her with their implications. She listened as he tried to explain himself, his excuses, his plans for her, for them. He was quite full of himself, having planned out their future, whether or not she consented to it. Speaking to her like they were lovers again while treating her like a prisoner, a slave. “Allek…” she whispered as he finished, looking down now.

“How is this supposed to go Allek?” She asked him after a bit, once she had a chance to absorb his assertions. “How am I supposed to be with you when we are enemies. Do you think I will just let myself be yours again, as though that didn’t matter? We were just fighting, not more than an hour ago, and now I am just to accept your love again?” She shook as she spoke, emotions overcoming her, radiating through her being.

“What about Valla, what will happen to her? How can you treat her like that?” She asked him now, thinking back to Valla, the small woman screaming as the dark elf dragged her away. “She’s not a possession, and neither am I!” She was sincerely angry, terrified on behalf of the poor girl who had replaced her, now that Alhana was replacing her in turn. But, it wasn’t just righteous anger in her voice, as she questioned Allek. There was a bit of jealousy her in voice too, at the thought of another woman satisfying her man.

“Why did you even need a plaything? I thought you had died, and still, I was loyal to you, yet you felt the need to keep a sex slave?” She was crying now, overwhelmed by everything she felt in this moment. The loneliness she had subjected herself to, while he denied himself nothing. The betrayal she felt, as he had turned on her as an ally and as a lover. Mourning for him all this time, while he was alive, well, something akin to alive anyhow.
 
He shook his head and smiled.

"I told you; I want you to become like me," he said. "When you are...much of this will make sense to you. Valla, especially. Yes, we shared a bed. But without an equal, or at least one of my own kind....well, once you're bitten you'll understand. Undeath makes you thirst for life, in more ways than one.

"That was the other thing Valla was for, before you came. I still need to eat, Valla. And my soldiers were too valuable for the battle to drain. But the feeding is...intimate. I'm a little hurt by the jealousy in your voice, althought I'd be lying if I didn't say it made me happy. You still care.

"Valla is not a concern anymore. A slave, and not a particularly good one. My bed, the feeding, all that intimacy...it's really for you, Love. It will always be with you.

"As for how it's supposed to go...yes. I expect you to come with me. I hope you will come to me, now. Let me give you the Kiss, make you like me. Tonight we will make love and feed on Valla together.

"If not, then I will break you. Reshape you until you CAN accept the kiss. Because I'm not giving you up again."
 
She sat for a few moments, regaining her composure. His words were sobering, and her tears had no effect on him. It didn’t surprise her all that much, though it did wound her a bit. He had said he was prepared to break her if necessary. She didn’t like the sound of that, and she assumed that would entail many tears on her part.

She didn’t want to be broken. There was a part of her that was still madly in love with man, a part that wanted to give him everything he desired. She could feel her own heat, rising up from her core, her body remembering the pleasure he had once brought her. A part of her that would submit to his will and become his lover once more.

She wasn’t going to, however. How could she be the woman he had once loved, if she gave in so easily? She knew it and he knew it. He knew she would fight it with every fiber of her being. That was why he was threatening her, a warning to her, of what he intended to do. Maybe that made it easier for him to do it, believing that she pushed him into it, because he warned her about what would happen. Maybe he liked the fear in her eyes as she looked up at him, her body tensing with every threat of force.

“I’m sorry Allek, you know me well enough to know I can’t do that.” She answered him, fully believing his threat about breaking her.
 
"Yes," he sighed, leaning back in his carriage. "Yes, I'm afraid so."

They had been talking for a while now, and thelight from outside (already dim when the battle started) had dwindled to soft twilight. The carriage stopped, sliding off to the side of the road. There was a polite knock on the wooden side of the carriage. He reached over and opened it to reveal a dapper looking dark elf standing outside. He carried a plate covered in steaming hot food....normal food, even, not the atrocities dark elves were said to eat.

"We're setting up camp, sir," the elf said. "And I've brought a meal for your....guest."

"Good," he said, taking the meal. "Azzak has command of the camp tonight, while I'm busy."

The carriage was spacious enough for the two of them to sit comfortably, so he had to lean a little ways to place the plate beside her.

"Eat," he said. "You're going to need your strength tonight."
 
She looked over the food that was brought to her. A decent enough meal, for someone who was little more than a slave at the moment. She was hesitant to accept it, hard to maintain her defiance to Allek if she was eating the food offered to her. She remembered him telling her about why he needed Valla, to feed upon. How the feeding was intimate. She shuddered angrily at the thought, of Allek and Valla sharing a bed, Allek holding the young elf against him as drank deeply from her body.

My bed, the feeding, all that intimacy...it's really for you, Love. It will always be with you. His words echoed in her mind. Now she was here for him to feed upon. To be his source of food. She wasn’t sure if that was better or worse. Or, more precisely, she knew that, simultaneously, it was both better and worse. Of course the part of her that loved him, that wanted him was excited about sharing his bed. Being that vital source for his hunger. To feel him so close to her, while his mouth would feast upon her. She knew her desire for him was rising even further now.

Of course feeding upon her would only be the beginning of his plans for her, wouldn’t it? She wondered for a moment if he intended to rape her. He had no problem hurting her, nor forcing a kiss from her lips, nor even was he bothered by Valla’s screams, as she was being raped by the whole camp. Not that they lasted long, whatever method they found of silencing the girl. Would that be her later, screaming as the man she loved and still loves has his way with her? Her body would be so unyielding from the years of denying her sexuality.

She decided she would eat the food brought before her. Fighting off his influence would be hard enough, with her body and parts of her mind resisting, already belonging firmly to him. No point in starving herself now. She would take whatever kindness he would offer, because those small kindnesses would be few and far between now.
 
He smiled as he watched her eat. For a moment it was just like old times...except old times were gone. They had both changed, him especially. And his beloved wife was going to change more. Much, much more before he was done.

He stood and began removing his armor. The hard plate was placed carefully into a special chest designed to hold it. Underneath the armor...and the padded underclothes, which he also removed...he was naked. He didn't bother with Alhana's reaction. She'd seen it before, after all, and he knew whatever her objections some part of her was happy to be seeing it again.

He slid on a black silk robe and belted it loosely. He didn't expect to wear it very long. His whole body shivered as he thought of being with Alhana again. Their bodies together. Her breasts, her back wrapped in his muscular arms. The taste of her blood.

With one last shudder he turned back to her. She could tell something was different, that some of the Man had taken a backseat for the Monster. Nothing too specific; perhaps his eyes were a little darker, perhaps his fangs more pronounced, but mostly it wasn't physical. He simply exuded an air of predatory expectation. A wolf who's next meal has just tripped and fallen. A hunter with his quarry tied down, trapped.

"Last chance, love," he said. "I'm prepaired to teach you. Train you. Break you, so we can be together again. But come willingly now, and I promise you pleasures you've never dared dream of. Accept the kiss, and we'll be unstoppable. We'll storm the temple of the Holy Order and fuck on the high altar, feeding on squealing acolytes while we make the congregation watch."
 
As she finished eating she watched him get up, taking off his armor and small clothes with swift determination. He was in great shape, his firm body defined so pleasingly. She bit her lip, looking upon his pleasing form, remembering the things they used to do together. The way he would make love, so tender, so careful never to hurt her. Planting tender kisses in her hair as he melted into her. She clenched her fist at the loss of the man he once was and at the thought of the man he had become.

She could feel knots forming in her stomach, as he prepared for the evening proceedings. She could see his body shivering as he slipped on his robe, some pleasant thought surely passing through his mind. She wondered want he might be thinking about. Her, most likely, and the things he wanted to do to her.

His demeanor as he turned towards her had intensified and she was pushed up against the corner of the carriage. He looked upon her with a potent mixture of thirst and desire in his eyes, a glare that threatened to consume her then and there. His proclamation, which probably sounded quite thrilling to him, positively frightened her. Her breath was ragged, heaving exertions upon her body.

Part of her knew she would give in to him, eventually. It was the inevitable result of being near him. He could wear her down with kindness, in time if he truly wanted. Something about his countenance now told her wasn’t that patient, however. She shook her head at him, “Allek, please, don’t do this…”
 
His hand shot out and grabbed her arm, pulling her to him. his other arm wrapped around her waist, holding them close together.

"Is that what you really mean?" he said, almost snarled. "Because I don't think it is. You want to give in to me, Alhana. Deep inside. I can smell it. I can taste it."

He forced his lips against hers for one deep, blissfull moment. This was right. This was what he had been waiting for. This was...

This was only the beginning.

She still wore her battle gear; thick, durable. In the way. He tore it as he pulled it away from her neck, his lips pressing aginst her body where neck met shoulder, fangs sliding against her skin.
 
As she was pulled into his arms, her heart began to race, nearly beating out of her chest. As close as they were now, she was sure he could feel it too, pumping her blood through her body at a rapid pace. Their bodies and mouths were pressed together in a quick moment. She didn’t give into the kiss this time, he broke it off too quickly for her to lose herself again.

He wasn’t gentle when he removed her dress from her neck. Her ample cleavage was already against him, their bare flesh touching in the rather intimate pose there were currently in, but that wasn’t what he wanted. Ripping her clothes from her flesh, exposing her tender flesh to his hungry mouth. Removing that part damaged the overall structure of her garb, and it was falling now, her breasts now escaping their cloth bindings. He would feel it, the supple mounds pressed against his firm chest. The tightened corset prevented any more of the dress to fall, providing her a bit of protection still. Or something else for him to rip off, if he so desired.

His mouth enveloped her skin, and she shuddered hard at this, the sensuality of his warm mouth on her nervous body. That’s when she felt the piercing of his fangs, her flesh giving way to his hunger, drips of hot fluid run down her chest. She wrapped her arms around him now, for support, as she felt her vital liquids draining from her body. Despite the pain, which only lasted a moment at its worst, it felt amazing, like a passionate kiss that devoured her very essence.
 
He didn't think it could have been possible.

Her blood was sweeter than he'd imagined.

He felt her esseng fill his body, the warmth of her life revitalizing his undead form. More than that, he was taking a little but of HER. He'd taken a little bit of Valla, a little bit of countless others...but now he was talking HER. Alhana. His love. Someone who was already a part of him...and who would become even more.

He had to force himself to stop, to let the fangs slide out of her boy before he'd drained every last drop of her. Invigorated by feeding on her, he was easily able to tear the remainder of the battle dress from her body. With something like a snarl her threw her down onto the bed; a relatively small and utilitarian one, yes, but all the bed he needed in hos private coach.

He straddled her, not yet entering her, panting from instinct and habit despite no longer truly needing breath to survive.

"Not just yet," he said, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the bed, as his knees held down her legs. "If I leave you like you are, you're going to escape. YOur energy will come back, and you'll dust me with that holy magic of yours. I can't have that; I've just gotten started with you."

With her lying there, breathless and exposed, it was taking extreme effort to think so logically.

"You need a collar," he said, releasing one arm and reaching for a bag under the bed.
 
He drank so deeply from her she wondered if he might lose himself in pleasure and drain her now, but he broke it off before too long. She could see his mouth covered in her blood, his fangs shining a dark red now. He was warmer now, and she was cold, as she clung to him desperate for the warm he siphoned from her. Not that he was interested in keeping her warm, as he tore the rest of her clothing off in a single powerful move.

She was thrown down on the bed, her body bouncing up from the sheer force of it. She flinched instinctively as he climbed on top of her, readying herself for his forceful penetration. Instead, her wrists were pinned above her, his strength holding her down in the position he preferred. She shuddered hard as she was aware of his firm body pressed against her soft one, subduing with desire as much as physical dominance. Even one of his hands held enough power to pin her wrists down, while he reached under the bed for the collar he wished in inflicted upon her.

She winced at the thought of him putting a collar around her neck, remembering the one that Valla wore. Heavy, metal, and welded together so it might never be removed. It was a frightening prospect, that he might subject her to that same treatment. Not to mention quite garish, and certainly very uncomfortable. She craned her neck to see what he would select, somewhat relieved that he picked a leather collar, with a slender metal chain attached. She wondered how he was going put it on her with one hand, or if he would let go of her wrists so he could use both hands. Not that she could do much in her current weakened state to fight him off.
 
He closed the collar around her neck with a grin. The latch would never have clicked home if she was at full strength...but weakened and drained as she was it could tighten onto her. The collar wasn't like Vala's. He'd chosen the restraints for the elf-toy to humiliate, to remind her if her bondage every second.

Alhana's collar, on the other hand, had a magical twist to it. Dark magic filled it, keeping her holy power from restoring itself. Her physical strength would return, but her divine power would stay low until the collar was removed.

He kissed the base if her neck as the collar shut and laughed.

"There," he said. "That's a good girl. Now what game do we play with my good little girl? Oh! I know..."

He sat up on the bed, guiding her into his lap and onto the floor. His cock dangled in front of her face.

"I've drunk so deep from you," he said. "It would just be rude if you didn't get to drink from me."
 
She was on her knees before him, nude save the collar around her neck. His throbbing member pulsed in her face, taunting her with its lust. There was a time when she loved doing this for him. She loved the way he would enjoy it, the way it would incite his lustful desires towards her.

Now, it was no longer an act of desire and affection for them. Now this was an act to demonstrate his dominance over her. Would she submit so easily? Give in to his authority and suck him off like he demands? Become the sex slave he longed for so?

Maybe there was another way. Maybe she could submit to him in a way that she could win him over. Remind him of the love they once shared. That could work, couldn’t it?

She started on his shaft, kissing him with moist and soft lips, until his length was covered with pecks. The scent of his manhood was filling her nose and stirring her powerfully. All she could think of was begging for him to fuck her passionately, the way he used to. Pleading with either words or a wet warm mouth wrapped around his pulsing organ. She was so stimulated, she was already swallowing his cock, deep long, slow sucks that drew blood into his growing flesh. She had half in her mouth, as she felt it begin to engorge against her vigorous beseeching.
 
He moaned as her lips wrapped around his cock. It brought back nanotubes. Nostalgic, erotic memories. His hand tangled in her hair as his cock throbbed and swelled in her mouth, her velvet tongue gliding across his shaft and making him tremble.

This was perfect. The two of them, together. And her collared, and on her knees. This felt tighter, somehow, than the memories. The warm and caring love of his memory appealed a lot less than the dark, desperate desire of what he had become.

His hand gripped Alhana's hair as he let out a sharp gasp. He dragged her down his shaft, holding her in place as he dragged her lips to the hilt of his cock. His balls tightened and hot, sticky semen poured down her throat. He groaned as he can.

"Drink it all," he ordered, gasping. "Then thank me, love. We've drunk from each other, now."

It was beautiful. As he fucked and deviled her mouth, she drank from a Vanpire...the darkness of his essence tainting her pure holy aura
 
She was sucking him with great desire and longing now, his moans and sighs were lustful music to her ears. It was so easy, to lose herself in passion, to give in to him and be his lover once more.

Of course, he was quick to remind her that this was not an act of mutual gratification, but rather an act of submission on her part, surrendering to his dominance over her. He reminded her of this as he grabbed her head, pulling her further down his cock than she was capable of taking. His thick member, forcing past her cheeks and into her throat, as her body fought against the lack of air. He didn’t care, her bodily functions taking a backseat to his pleasure, as his length invaded her mouth dominantly. She felt the sweltering seed flowing into her mouth, viscous as she struggled to stomach it all.

He had pulled out of her now, but she sat there, on her knees, dumbfounded by what had happened. She could still taste his musky cum on her tongue as it dripped from his cock on the way out. She gagged a bit, still trying to get a grip on what had happened. He had never done that before, forced her to take more than she could, and forced her to swallow his semen. Her eyes were still wet from fighting for breath, and her body shook in the aftermath. Things were different now, she thought as she choked down her anger at him.
 
"I'm sorry?" he said, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her into his lap. He held her close to him, one hand gripping her to his chest, his hand caressing her side and breast, while the other tugged her hair back. "I believe is said you owed me a thank you."

He leaned down and kissed the base of her neck softly. Then his lips moved planting warm, passionate kisses down her breast, until his fangs sank into the fleshy swell of her tit. His hand slid down her side, cupping her ass, her thigh, before thick fingers began to swirl aroun her pussy lips, teasing her gently.

He could feed a little more without draining her, and he didn't want it to be done. He knew, of course, that it would never be done. He would have her forever. They would be like this forever. But he was going to make tonight as drawn out as possible.
 
She was stiff as he pulled her into his lap, still resenting him. Yet it was hard to hold onto that anger, as his mouth and tongue danced down her body. He knew what felt good for her, how to melt her resistance with passion. She arched into his kiss, moaning softly as he grew closer to her engorged nipples. Yes, he would find more blood there, if he so desired, flowing willingly into his waiting mouth. It felt even better as he sucked from her bosom, his tongue and fang teasing her tits so erotically. She moaned loudly now, finding herself too aroused to deny herself the pleasure.

The fingers teasing her slit would find her fairly wet, far more lustful than a priestess captured by her enemy should have been. The moisture seeping down to his fingers, coating them in her desire as they threatening her blossoming sex. If they breached her entrance, an alluring mixture of tightness and longing would be discovered.

She was grabbing on his head, as he drink deeply from her once more. She knew she was losing both the strength and desire to fight him off, and she didn't care anymore. The sensation of being fed upon was so intoxicating, so powerful, she would give her blood over to him again and again. She wondered if he would accept that, her becoming his blood slave, completely willing to satisfy this need of him, proud to be his source of vitality. "Thank you..." She whispered to his ear, between moans and sighs. She hoped that would sate him, even if she wasn't thanking him for what he had wanted her to.
 
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