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Gifts Ungiven((Raziel99 and Vivid Fizz))

She gave soft moans as he continued with his ministrations. A sensation began to build inside of her, just below her naval. It was a building feeling, like a great pressure was being put on her groin. She sat up a little to watch what he was doing. His fingers worked quickly against that swollen little nub. Then he moved lower with his finger. It slid into her folds. The muscles there clamped down on the digit. It felt a little strange at first but then he hit a bundle of nerves inside of her that caused her to melt, sliding back down on the bed. It was so intense! Her head swam more and more as her body moved and twitched.
 
Her every reaction was icing to his senses, so sweet. He kissed up her body again, his lips finding hers after a minute, kissing her deeply and passionately, catching her every moan. His finger rubbed her spot slowly, before sliding most of the way out of her tight core. A second finger slid in, and he did thrusts for a minute, keeping rather slow, before they buried deep and rubbed her g-spot again.
 
Again he was kissing her. This time her lips acted more desperate than before. That pressure inside of her was building and building. She felt as if she would explode if he continued any more! His lips muffled her sounds of ecstasy. Her hips moved side to side as a second finger was slid in. The fullness of it! Her teeth latched on to his bottom lip and she gave it a tug. He pumped in and out of her, each insertion coming with much more ease. His fingers curled once more to rub that spot and she couldn’t help from tearing away from his mouth. Her back gave a sharp arch and she cried out.

“More,” she whined against his ear. “I want more. This is so amazing.”
 
She nipped and tugged at her lip, and he gave it to her, letting her play with it as she so desired. But soon, her back arched more and she was begging for more. He didn't want her hurting herself from her back bending, so his fingers slid out. He easily and quickly pulled her panties off, then brought his fingers to his lips. He slowly licked off her juices, enjoying the sweet taste of her nectar, before his hands went down, slowly pushing his pants off. He was already hard, throbbing slightly in her presence as he moved to blanket her body. He rubbed his hard length against her lips before slowly sliding the head into her.
 
Maria was fairly flexible so bending her back wasn’t much of an issue. A ballerina had to be after all. She sighed as his fingers slid from her body. She had wanted him to continue with it. Though, as she watched him, her heart raced. He was removing his pants. Her eyes could not leave the erection. It was the first time that she had seen a hard penis. It pulsated. She relaxed as he climbed on top of her and began to slid himself in. This was much bigger than his fingers. He stopped at the head and she looked up at him. All of the uncertainty she would have felt was masked by the extreme lust the shot had given her.

"Oh, Alexander," she whispered. "Please go on."
 
He smiled at her words, kissing her deeply to get her mind off of it. He continued the slow push in, going inch by inch until he was in by the hilt. He held her tight to him, as if to protect her. HE didn't know if she was in pain from it, he wanted to be sure that she was ok. His hips moved very slowly, barely moving a inch with his thrusts, but it still was more than just staying buried in her.
 
At first it felt strange to have something so big being pushed inside of her. The muscles inside of her stretched to accommodate him. Then, after a few inches, he met with a second of resistance. The skin tore painfully and she let out cry as her cherry was popped. She was scooped up into his arms and she wrapped her arms around him. Each little thrust dispelled more of the pain until finally the tiny thrusts began to feel good. Her head began to fuzz over once more and she began to move her hips awkwardly.
 
He felt her hips move slightly with him after a while, and he smiled. He kissed her rather lovingly, his teeth gently nipping at her lip as he slowly pulled out of her, almost all the way, before sliding back in to the hilt. He let out a soft moan against her lips before slightly speeding up his thrusts, doing longer ones for her. His arms still held her to him as he kissed her, controlling himself so he didn't ravage her.
 
Maria kissed him back desperately. His thrusts became longer and a little faster. Instead of thrusting back her body relaxed to allow him to do what he wanted. He was the one who was experienced and knew what felt nice. As she was pulled to him, she broke the kiss. Her lips fell to his neck, nipping at it gently. Her body was driven onward. Her breathing became harder and so did her bites. She groaned against his skin. Every part of her felt like her nerves were resonating. She took a tendon between her teeth and pulled it roughly. Harder. She needed it harder.
 
He made sure to keep his pace even, even with her teeth tugging and nipping over his neck. It made his blood boil hot and needy in his veins, nearly driving him mad in his lust. But when she bit down hard on his tendon, a gasp came from his lips as his fangs grew out longer. His thrusts sped up then, pushing slightly deeper into her hot folds. His lips found her neck, and he found her pulse quickly. His teeth tugged and nipped it, feeling her blood jump at his antics. Soon, he couldn't hold back, and he bit, his fangs burying into her vein, her blood pooling into his mouth. He let out a long grown as he drank needily, his hips speeding up as he savored her spicy taste.
 
He started to move faster and she leant her head back as the movement caused a heightened sense of pleasure. His mouth found her neck and he bit at it. It was better than what she could have managed. Every part of her felt so good. Suddenly she felt two sharp punctures into her neck. A small sound of pain issued from her lips but afterwards a feeling of pure sexual euphoria filled her. Her body went limp and her eyes glazed as she moaned like a whore.
 
He drank from her deeply for a long minute, before his fangs pulled out, his tongue flicking along where he had bitten to seal it. His thrusts had gotten a lot faster as his own needs filled him with the bite. He didn't slow down, though, considering how much she was enjoying it. His hand went up to his neck, nail turning into a claw which slashed his neck open. His hand took her head lightly, bringing her lips to the cut. "Drink." He whispered huskily, almost a order to her.
 
Whatever sense Maria had was now gone. The rapture of the bite had taken it away completely. All she was in that moment was a ragging ball of pleasure. That pressure was building quickly and it wasn’t long before her body started to shake. His hand came behind her head and he pulled her upward. Lips pressed to his neck, she couldn’t help but take in a mouthful of the blood as she moaned, even before he bade her to. It was bitter and she tried to push away but the more she tried the more her body resisted her. The mouthful of blood and started a new lust inside of her. Her mouth wrapped around his neck and she began to lap and suck at the red substance. She was completely lost to the crimson kiss.
 
He moaned out as she so willingly started drinking his blood from the cut, his hand holding her head there, cradling her to his body as his hips kept them merged together with faster, more passionate and needy thrusts. His fingers gripped at her hair, holding there there as he made sure to arch hips hips to give her that much more pleasure. When he was sure she had taken enough for the exchange, he gently pulled her head back. "Lick the wound to seal it." He was able to moan out. He was close to his own orgasm, hoping she was near hers, so he could explain what had happened.
 
Maria did what she was told and almost instantly fell back, writhing. The blood dripped down the side of her mouth. Her body was writhing almost uncontrollably. So close. Whatever the pressure was that was building between her legs was could to burst soon. It was almost unbearable and she cried out. Finally all of her muscles inside of her tightened, gripping without mercy on his member. Black dots swam around her eyes as her first climax shook and ravished her body. Simply for a few seconds she laid their, reveling in the aftermath of her orgasm. It had been truly awe inspiring. No wonder everyone spent so much of their times trying to get laid!

A small groan came from her as her stomach began to churn a little. The taste of blood on her lips was still present.
 
He moaned out as he felt her tongue run over his cut, his thrusts getting faster until he felt her core gripping tight at him. He felt her orgasm wash over him, and the waves of it pushed him over the edge, his own orgasm washing over him as he filled her with hot cum. He did a few more thrusts before being spent, laying against her, holding her close to him.

It was through panting breaths that he was able to speak. "I... bound you to... me. Now... you have a... choice. A conversion... takes three... exchanges. If you want... to become what... I am..." He took a second to catch his breath before continuing. "Then I can change you with two more bites. If not, then I will be careful in the future."
 
His hot cum squirted inside of her and she let out a small whimper. It actually felt completing to have that shot inside of her willing body. A smiled crossed her lips for a second before she went limp again. Her body was so tired. She could have fallen asleep. Then he said something.

Bound? She held her stomach. The arousal was wearing off and she was coming to the realization that she actually drank his blood. A sick feeling came over her and she looked at him. No. She didn’t want to become a vampire. At least not yet. This was all very sudden and this was a decision not to be taken lightly.

“What do you mean by bound?” she asked slowly, blinking herself awake. “I don’t think I want to be a vampire right now.” There was something entirely tempting about being young and beautiful forever. When he pulled her to him, her head rested comfortably on his chest. She took in his scent and murmured gently against his skin.
 
He was reluctant to pull himself out of her, to separate them, so he rolled over carefully, pulling her to lay on his body. "I won't change you unless you are ready for it." He kissed her cheek softly. He knew she would be needy again in about 12 hours, as the effect of the drug. But time had past a lot, and he would be awake by then. She had laid her head against his chest lightly, and he smiled, slowly stroking his fingers through her hair.

"By bound, I mean that nobody else will take you. At least, those that I know. You will always be under my protection, and I can watch over you wherever you go, to make sure you are safe. And, you can keep a line on me, see and watch me if you need me. Your mind and mine are linked, similar to telepathy."

He smiled, and his voice echoed through her mind. Just think what you want to say to me, find the line to me. I can help you until you are use to it.
 
She relaxed completely on his body. His frame was strong and sturdy; his muscles providing just the right amount of firmness for her. She nuzzled affectionately against his chest and neck. The move was very reminiscent of what a little girl would have done with their parents. His fingers nearly made her purr like a kitten.

When he explained it, it didn’t sound as bad as she imagined it would. For some reason, in her head, she was imagining things like chains and being forced to do whatever the man said. Little did she know was that the concoction running through her was aiding her feelings of goodwill towards the vampire.

His thoughts inside her head made her jump slightly. It felt so weird, so piercing and personal. The beautiful blonde what sort of restrictions they would have with one another or if there would be any at all. Privacy would be nice and she didn’t completely like being so connected with him but she knew that it would be for the best now. The idea of another vampire sweeping in and taking her scared her considerably.

“That is… is…” Maria was having a hard time figuring out a word that best described it. Finally she decided upon a word that was simple and to the point, “cool.”

Which wasn’t a lie. Despite her apprehension about it all she had to admit that the trick was very, very neat.
 
He could feel the fear radiating out of her, though he also felt how strange it was for her, how much of a invasion of privacy it was. "I won't enter your mind unless it's absolutely needed, or when you are nearby." He said softly, kissing her shoulder lightly as she nuzzled against him. "I am not that darkly sadistic to take away any sense of personal space. But, you need to get some sleep, it will be a long night tomorrow."

He let his eyes close, his breathing starting to slow as he went into a hibernative state. He didn't go fully in, though, making sure that she was ok the whole time that she slept. He was still worried about her running off, or having nightmares. He couldn't let that happen and ruin the time with her.

(sorry it's so short. :/)
 
Maria smiled weakly. Yes. There was a goodly amount of fear in her. If she wasn’t afraid it would be strange. She had just found out that her patron was a vampire, the injection he gave her made her horny, and she just slept with him. Not only that but she drank his blood and was now mentally bound to him. Though tiredness was getting the better of her. Slowly her eyes shut and it wasn’t long until she was sleeping.

Nightmares did come but she barely moved. Slight moans were the only indicator that she had any distress during the night. In eight hours, her eyes fluttered open. The candles had burnt down and only a few remained lit. The dark was good on her eyes. She sat up. Sometime in the night her body had shifted so she was cradled in the place between his arm and chest. Her blonde curls hung over her back as she drowsily rubbed her eyes.

“Alexander?” she asked weakly. “Are you awake?” She stretched a little and a whimper came from her. Her body was stiff from the attention it received only hours before. “Can you tell me where the shower is?” It was a strange question to ask a vampire. Maria was sure that there should have been more pressing questions to ask of a creature such as him. She just felt dirty, the blood and cum still on her thighs.
 
He could feel her nightmares, could hear them in his head, though he could do nothing about it to help her in his current state. He hovered on the edge of consciousness, waiting for her to ask for his help, and he hoped that he would be able to wake to give it. But she was able to sleep for 8 hours, more than enough for him to get his full strength.

He woke at her words, finding her cradled against him. He kissed her softly, smiling at her question, sitting up with her in his arms. "There's a room directly across from this one, there's a bathroom in there." The candles seemed to regrow and relight now that he was awake, though the light didn't seem all that much brighter. He helped her up and to the door, smiling. "You can wander these halls nude if you wanted, there isn't anyone else here besides us." He gestured to the opposite door. "That one is the bathroom."
 
She was glad that he woke so easily. The blonde really didn’t like rousing people from sleep. Especially if she were a guest in their home. He didn’t seem to mind though. His lips pressed against hers in a soft kiss and she returned it. Though she was still confused about what exactly happened the night before, she was grateful that he had helped her through it.

As he sat up the candles flared and she gave out a small gasp. Maria was still getting used to the entire vampire deal. Everything about this being was like a dark erotic fantasy come to life. As she stood a small throbbing appeared between her legs, making her wince slightly. Soon her fear and pain was turned into amusement as she was walked to the door.

“Oh, can I now?” she asked playfully before giving him a kiss on the cheek and heading towards the bathroom herself. Even in the half awake state she was in, her legs moved gracefully and elegantly. It seemed the girl had a natural stride about her that was attention getting.

She looked around the bathroom and got things she may need ready before stepping into the shower and washing away the night’s activities. The hot water soothed the ache in her body and relaxed the tension the nightmares had caused in her shoulders. Her mind swam with all that happened and she was driven into an even deeper state of confusion. She pushed those thoughts away.

Alexander had just been helping her.

Finally, she stepped out of the shower and dried off, wrapping the towel around her body when she was finished. She walked back into her room and flopped down on the bed, not completely sure if he was still there or not.
 
HE had waited for a few minutes before slowly following her into the bathroom. But, he wasn't physical: he slid into the room in a mist form, so he wouldn't frighten her. He watched, helping her with her cleaning somewhat, though she didn't notice it. He was out of the bathroom before she was, back in the bedroom.

She came in, and obviously wasn't paying attention, because he was laying on the bed just shy of where she landed. His arms went around her, pulling her closer to him. "Feel better?" He asked softly, kissing her forehead lightly. He could feel the connection between them, the attraction and love that, at least he, felt. He held her rather protectively against him, nuzzling lightly against her skin.

"It will be a few days before you start your performance." He whispered softly, his eyes closed. "Until then, we have some time to spend and waste."
 
Goosebumps rose on her skin at his touch. He was so cold against her steam heated skin. That didn’t matter though. He made her feel safe and secure. He also frightened her. It was at an odd hypocrisy that her feelings held towards him. Gently she encircled her arms around him and place a small, obedient little kiss on his chest.

“I do feel better,” she replied softly. “A little sore from the night before though.”

She smiled and moved her head up to place a kiss on his lips. Around him, all of the insecurities Maria had about the man seemed to vanish. It was as if he had some sort of spell on her. Her smile grew at the mention of her performance and she lit up considerably.

“Wonderful! What sort of mood does it have? Is there any choreography that I need to learn?”
 
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