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Death Sentence?

So,e of the animalistic lust faded as she concieded to him, surrendering her body to his whims. In the place of the burning bloodlust came that same familiar smile, twisted up in amusement and smug victory, there was no reading it as anything else. He looked at her, and she was certain he could see the desire hidden behind her eyes as well, the part of her that screamed desperately for satisfaction.

His voice was unusually soft, floating to her through the night air before he lowerede his head to her again. Her eyes widened as she felt his fangs teasing her flesh, and for the briefest moment she was certain he would bite down. Instead she felt him rake downwards, over her shoulder, down her collarbone, slicing through the material of her nightgown. It fell away easily as he lifted his head to smile smugly at her once more, his tease more than obvious now.

But his gaze didn't last, and soon his eyes fell onto her breasts once more. Kaura's breath caught, and she looked away shyly. There she stood, in the ruined garmet, the creamy flesh of her breasts almost seeming to glow in the low light. Her hands slid under the bottom of his shirt, and she smiled shyly at him as she stroked the bare skin of his back lightly. By this point it would seem words were unnessicary, the need and lust burning in her eyes spoke well of what she desired on their own.
 
It was endearing, and also irresistible, the way she turned shy as she was exposed. The blush in her cheek made him feel fresh heat, the lusts in him long having moved from smoldering to flames, and the feeling of her fingers against his bare skin increased his craving for her. He felt a strong desire to take her right there, with her standing up against the stone wall, but the bed was close. He needn't wait long.

Lifting her easily, he carried her in his arms to the bed, setting her down on the bedspread of the softest white fur she may have ever felt. The pure white had been too wonderfully appropriate for him to resist. She was, after all, his virgin sacrifice only one night ago. As he let go of her and stood back up, he started to undress, careful to be slow enough for her eyes. He pulled off the thin shirt he'd been wearing to expose a strong chest of ivory colored skin. He had to sit on the edge of the bed to take off his boots, but then turned back to her, wordlessly beckoning to her with a finger.

He stood by the edge of the bed and waited while she moved towards him, watching her breasts move lightly in response and the still hidden parts of her body as the light nightgown clung to them. When she was within arms distance, he took her hands and placed them on his belt, winking at her suggestively and waiting for her to do what he was silently bidding her to.
 
She stroked him gently for a moment, feeling his cool skin under her fingertips. Within moments though, she felt herself be picked up, his strong arms supporting and cradling her as he carried her to the bed, laying her down gently on the snowy furs. White was appropriate, she had the same inclination when she chose her own nightgown. For the briefest moment she admired them, before Viktor began to move again. He stripped off his shirt slowly, and sat down to unlace his boots, pulling them off.

When he stood again, he stood at the edgge of the bed, motioning with one finger for her to approach. She shivered slightly, knowing that this was it, the moment that there was no turning back. She trembled out of need, excitement, and lust as she crawled forward, her breasts swaying gently with her movements.

He took her hand in his, and she looked up to meet his eyes as he placed them on his belt, winking with that same smug smile that she was coming to adore. "Of course." She whispered softly, her eyes falling down to her hands as they epertly undid the belt, and the tie that held his pants up. They fell numbly from her fingers, and she literally gasped when she saw his rock hard member bounce out. She glanced up at him, face reddened even more, a shy smile on her lips now.
 
He had to suppress the urge to chuckle at her reaction, but it made him feel warmly satisfied. "Should I take it that you are impressed, or frightened, Kaura?" he said with a deeply amused tone. He was large by human standards, and it struck him that he didn't really know what elven standards were. The thought passed though, as he saw her shy blushing once again. It really was irresistible the way she seemed suddenly so embarrassed.

He wasn't sure what she knew of the ways of physical love, but he couldn't help but want to introduce her to pleasing him orally before laying claim to her body. He took her hands and gently wrapped them around the base of his manhood. Slowly, he showed her how to stroke up and down his length in the most pleasing way. For a moment, he closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the feeling, groaning low in pleasure. Then he looked down at her and stroked her cheek, running his fingers through her hair. "Kiss me there, Kaura," he said heatedly, adding in a slightly challenging tone, "and if you're apt to be bold, take me into your mouth."

Already there was sticky precum starting to ooze from the tip of his quivering length. He knew all to well that his body was capable of making a serious mess of his partner, and the idea of soaking Kaura made him moan anew.
 
She had never seen a man unclothed, not Elven or otherwise, and the sheer size of his member took her by surprise. For a moment she wondered how he expected to fit something so massive inside of her, but she looked up at him, shyly smiling.

He took her hands, and gently placed them around his cock. He squeezed them gently, urging her to curl her fingers before setting her to motion, stroking across his cock. She could hear his low moan as she moved with more confidence, her hands moving across him slowly as he stroked her cheek. His request... His dare... Took her off gaurd, and she looked up for a moment, before her lips pulled back in a smile. Something about taking his cock into her mouth was so dirty, so inappropriate and wrong, but she found herself wanting it, and not simply to prove to him that she would dare.

His tip glistened with pre-cum, and she looked at it curiously for a moment before leaning forward and opening her mouth. Her tongue flickered across him, tasting his seed for the first time. It was an odd, and very strong, flavor. Another low moan urged her forward, and she licked again, moving forward until her lips surrounded the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around him lightly.
 
Her hands were so soft and delicate that her touch felt absolutely exquisite, but nothing, not even having kissed her lips and feeling his tongue dance with hers, could have prepared him for the feeling of her mouth on his member. It felt like being kissed and rubbed by wet, soft velvet that was warm and inviting. He could see the look of lust and interest as she toyed with his cock, exploring, and he had to close his eyes to avoid cumming right then and there. The sight was simply too arousing, and he let out a low moan as he forced his eyes away.

The noise must have encouraged her because he soon felt her lick him more earnestly and then felt his head being enveloped by her lips. He grunted and swayed forward, causing his member to slide another inch into her wet mouth as her tongue swirled around it. In a very rare moment of unbalance, he had to reach down and grab hold of her shoulder to steady himself. He panted hard then finally looked down into her eyes as he felt himself pull back from the edge of exploding. He smiled down at her and stroked her cheek encouragingly... He so wanted to thrust, but he held back for just a moment, giving her a chance to "get to know him" a little more first. Still, he knew he wouldn't be able to resist for long. Her will, her spirit impressed him so much that he didn't even think it a cruel idea.
 
She could tell he was enjoying her sucking, loving how her tongue danced across him. She kept swirling, sucking gently as she gazed up at him, lusty and full of passion, even if the familiar pink tinge was still bright on her cheeks. Her fingers stroked what she didn't have in her mouth, urging his pleasure as she sucked and teased the head of his impressive cock.

She saw him look down, and his hips rocked forward, forcing more of his cock into her mouth. She moved forward, sucking firmer as she got used to the feeling of his cock in her mouth, the salty taste of his skin on her tongue. She let out a moan of her own, deeply aroused by just bringing him pleasure. His hands landed onher shoulder as he swayed, and it shocked her for a moment, before she almost smiled. She didn't know she could affect him so greatly that he, the perfectly in control vampire, could lose his balence for a moment. It made her press forward as he stroked her cheek, taking his cock down until she could feel a slight gag, and she began to pull quickly back, slightly surprised by it.
 
He could see the pleased look in her eyes. She was obviously quite excited by the reactions she was provoking in him. When he'd swayed though, he saw something else glimmer in her eye for a moment. He couldn't see her smiling in her current postion, obviously, but her eyes certainly seemed to be smiling almost... pridefully at him. It made his lips twitch in excitement, and a competitive streak of his own start to swirl inside him. She was driving him wild and she knew it, he hadn't been able to hide how deeply she was pleasing him.

She seemed to get really inspired at that point, trying to take more and more of his length into her mouth, unleashing almost vicious amounts of pleasure on him as she did so. Alright then, he thought to himself, let us see how much she can take. When he felt her gag and start to pull back, he didn't even have a chance to think; the reaction was almost automatic. With vampiric speed his fingers found the back of her head and curled tightly in the locks of her hair. With this tight grip on her head, he thrust forward, feeling his cock fill her mouth until the tip was pushing into the opening of her throat. There were still a few inches out of her mouth, but he stopped there, holding her head in place on him.

He ignored any pushing or fighting she made (cautiously so as if he didn't it would make him fight back), keeping her throat plugged with the throbbing head of his cock, actually feeling more precum leak from his tip and drain into her throat.
 
She was prideful, that after however man centuries this vampiric man had been alive, she could stimulate such desire in him that he couldn't contain it. It made her stroke faster, with more passion and confidence, sucking firmly on his cock as she moaned loudly.

When she gagged though, and began to pull back, trying to get used to the feeling of his rock hard member pressing deep into her throat, she felt his fingers curl in her hair. Her eyes grew wide, almost anticipating what would happen next. He pushed her down onto him, forcing her past the last gag. She tried to gasp, but his cock blocked her airway, and her thoat clenched tightly around him for a moment. She let out low sounds of protest as her hands landed on his hips, pushing at him as hard as she could manage, trying to shake her head as he kept her pushed down onto him. Her species was physically weak though, even compared to a human, and what meager power she could muster was nothing compared to this Vampires, and he easily held her in place. She pounded on him, hitting his leg roughly as tears formed in the corners of her eyes from forcing down her gag, the pain in her throat from him... Oddly wonderful and arousing.

She was still furious, angry that he would force himself into her... But that sense of warmth in her, that burning arousal, it only grew. She was mad, but aroused, turned on by his aggression, his dominance. And slowly, her pushing died down, and her tongue danced across him again, as she struggled to keep down the gag.
 
Her absolutely seductive moaning had died the instant he shoved her face down onto his length, and was replaced by as ferocious fighting as she could manage. He groaned deeply, ignoring her pounding. He had been ready for her to try and strike somewhere sensitive or bite down, and noted with satisfaction that these ideas didn't seem to occur to her.

His intent had been to hold her until he knew she really needed air then give in to her fighting, but he was almost floored by the reaction that slowly over took her. At first he thought she might be passing out as her strikes started to slow and then stop, but then he felt her tongue working on the underside of his hard cock. He looked down at her in surprise, and completely unveiled admiration. It was a submissive act, and it drove him even more crazy. Here she was, bold, courageous, fiery and tough... and she was actually giving in to him, enjoying him. He felt shaken to the core by excitement at possibilities that seemed to open up before his eyes, not to mention the insane pleasure her mouth caused to course through his body.

He could see teardrops starting to stream out of the corners of her eyes as she struggled with being gagged. He pulled her head back off of him for a moment, leaving only the tip in her mouth. He let her cough and sputter around his dick for several moments, but when he heard her gasp in, he shoved his length into her again, this time pushing a little further, feeling the head of his cock push and bend slightly into her throat as he once again claimed her mouth as his territory.
 
He held her put, letting the tears spill onto her cheeks as she stopped pounding, tracing him with her tongue once more as she struggled against any gag she had. It was painful, but that only made her love it more, and she almost pushed back forward as he pulled her by the hair off his cock.

She coughed, sputtering at the sudden absense of pressure in her throat. She glanced up at him once, her eyes wild, fiery, and full of lust. It only lasted a brief moment, and as she drew in her first deep breath, she found herself shoved foreward once more. His cock went down deeper this time, burrying itself almost to his base, deep in her mouth and throat. She moaned slightly around him, the tiny sound vibrating against his cock, and her hand moved down, off his hips and onto his sensitive sack, fondling him with tender care as she did her best to please him with her mouth, letting him use her as he would.
 
He'd felt a little resistance as he'd pulled her face off of his manhood, but he could have sworn he felt her push forward harder as he retook her throat, burying even more of him in her clenching throat that threatened to gag around him each moment. The look in her eyes was incredible, swirling in passion. He had no idea how she got the noise out, but he felt her moan on him and it caused him to grunt and groan back at her.

When he felt her start to massage his balls, though, that did it. He couldn't believe she was giving herself over like this. He started to thrust back and forth a small distance, never fully leaving her throat as he fucked her face. It had been many years since he'd enjoyed a woman, but even then... even in all the encounters he'd had, he'd never felt anything like this. Kaura was absolutely the most exciting lover he'd ever encountered, and... he hadn't even taken her virginity yet.

As she continued to work on him and gradually he felt absolutely no resistance to his thrusting as she gave her throat to him willingly, he felt a rising urge to explode. It had only taken a few moments, long enough that she was still holding her breath, but he could bear it no longer. If he didn't stop it right now, he was absolutely sure he was going to cum... and he was saving that. He pulled her off of him, not letting her protest or try to stop him. He took two steps backwards, faltering on the second one, but managing to quickly cover it.

He suddenly realized he was panting again, and he didn't know why he said it, but in a breathless tone the words fell from his mouth, "Good girl, Kaura, my pet. That was... rather unbelievable." He was trying hard to catch his breath and step back from the edge of climax yet again. "Why don't you... take off that gown of yours, and show yourself to me," he said, more to give himself a chance to recover than anything else, though he had to admit he was intensely curious to know if the hair adorning her sex matched the exotic blue of that on her head.
 
Kaura was actually enjoying the violation, she could feel his pre-cum slide down her throat, that odd and powerful flavor exploding on her tongue once more. Her eyes stilltilted up at watch him, full of lust and passion as he took her throat, slowly rocking back and forth with a groan of pleasure.

Finally her eyes drifted closed, her throat opening to him as he face-fucked her. Another satisfied moan made het tongue move faster, until she could feel him lift her off again. She wanted to protest, but he was already moving back, faltering in his steps as he spoke in a breathless tone back to her. A pet was she now? That made the corners of her lips turn up slightly, amused by the prospect.

The smile didn't last when he made his next request, and she could feel her cheeks burning red again. Her dress was already torn to reveal her young and perky breasts, but he wanted to see more? She smiled again, embarassed, as she shyly turned her head away, pulling the sleeves from her shoulders. The gown slipped off as she moved from the bed to stand, letting the garmer pool at her feet.

Her body was lean, athletic, and delicately toned from years of an active life of training. The smooth almost milky tone of her skin shined in the moonlight, marred only slightly by the soft purple bruising the ropes the night before had left. For the briefest moment she almost covered her sex with her hand, before letting it fall away for him to see. Her pusy lips were care of hair, but just above was a thin line of deep blue hair, matching that on her head pefectly. She smiled at him shyly for a moment, still red and embarassed, but absolutely loving how he looked at her body.
 
He stood as still as only a vampire could as he watched her slowly disrobe, only his cock betrayed his body's reaction. As her gown fell away and she finally let her hand drift away from providing her last shred of modesty, it twitched madly, causing more precum to actually squirt from the tip a little. His tongue slipped between his lips, licking them hungrily. It was amazing how deeply he felt the need and want for this woman. His eyes slowly drifted over her, his mind forcing them to start at the top of her head. They drifted slowly down her, taking in the curves of her neck and shoulders, the generous swelling of her breasts, the taut flatness of the athletic stomach punctuated with her cute, sexy navel, and the arousing sight of her almost completely bare sex. He couldn't look away from her womanhood, partially hidden by her closed legs.

He wanted nothing more in that moment to part them and take as his own her pussy. He swallowed hard, remembering, just barely, to move slowly. He closed on her and gently pushed her back into the snowy white fur by her shoulders. He stroked her blushing cheek, and with his other hand, gently urged her knees apart. And there she was, lying completely exposed to his eyes on his bed. He paused for only a moment, then immediately climbed on top of her and moved between her legs. He rubbed the head of his cock between her lips, deeply satisfied to see her own glistening juices starting to coat his head. Once he felt lubricated, he positioned himself and then sunk the flared head of his cock into her waiting folds. He groaned as he watched the lips stretch to accommodate him, and he found he couldn't move slowly any longer. He brought his eyes to hers for a moment, no hint of apology for what he was about to do, only insatiable lust and need.

He thrust forward, hard, burying himself in her and ripping past any resistance her maidenhead offered until he bottomed out deep inside her, watching her face to enjoy her reaction. He moaned allowed at how tight she was, and felt a little tinge of pride. There was still an inch or two of his manhood that couldn't fit inside her.
 
She stood bare for him for a moment, watching the lust as it filled his face, and he moved forward, quickly for her eyes, but still it must have been agonizingly slow fo rhim. He pushed her back onto the bed, and parted her legs. She still blushed, embarassed as he viewed her, his eyes roaming across her body, and settling on her sex, now completely exposed to him.

He didn't say a word as he climbed onto her, and she drew in a breath, anticipating what would happen next. He rubbed himself across her already soaked pussy, letting her juices cover he head of his cock, before nudging it into her passage. She groaned slightly as his head pushed inside of her, stretching her virgin pussy to accomodate his massive length. She groaned to it, looking up at his lustful eyes.

She could see the need in them, and knew what he was about to do. Her eyes widened, and he thrust forward, tearing through her maidenhead with one long thrust of her hips. Her head tilted back as she gasped, a tiny, weak sound of pain forcing it's way out of her mouth as her eyes widened even further. "Viktor..." She managed to gasp, her pussy clenching around him, trying to get used to his presense as she squirmed under him.

Blood leaked out of her pussy from her torn virginity, running down in thin, slow rivets onto the white furs. The smell of her Elven blood floated up to them, only accentuating how her head was tilted back, leaving her throat exposed to him, how her heart pumped almost wildly in her chest, bringing the rosy color close to her skin, her cheeks burning with the pink tinge.
 
The use of his name seemed to make him soften in her arms. The soft tone giving him pause and pleasure at the same time. She was writhing underneath him, in obvious discomfort and pain. Despite his gentlemanly airs and nature outside of the bedroom, he was unable to deny that the sight of her head tilted back and the squirming absolutely turned him on. He was about to start to move, planning to fuck her tight, clenching, still stretching pussy roughly, using it as he had her throat, when the scent tickled at the edge of his nostrils.

There was no mistaking it, it was her blood, freed from the bounds of her veins and capillaries. He completely froze, his eyes dilating. He had been right to worry earlier, he wasn't ready for how intense the desire for her blood was. Her exposed neck suddenly drew his attention away from the union of her pussy and his cock. He could see the vein in her neck throbbing, he could practically see her heart jumping in her chest to cause the heavy pulse. His mouth was open, his lips curled back off of his fangs, as a lone drip of saliva ran off the end of one of his fangs and dripped onto her stomach.

No, he knew it was incredibly dangerous, but no, he also knew there was no way he was going to resist it. He managed to wait until he was able to catch her eye with his. He managed to get out, in almost pleading tones, "Kaura, don't fight... and for God's sake, do not pass out..."

And with that he slipped his hand beneath her ass and lightly swiped at her pussy lips, stretched around his cock. As he brought his fingers back up, there was no mistaking the fresh crimson that marred the lily white skin. As she watched, he sucked the finger into his mouth and tasted the most intimate of her blood mixed with her juices. He shuddered and gasped, his eyes closing for a moment. When they opened again, the predator had replaced Lord Ravenmoore in his eyes. Without any further warning, he collapsed onto her body and sank his fangs right into her neck, piercing the skin just above her collar bone and freeing warm red blood from her body that ran over his fangs to his tongue. As he started to drink, his hips started to rock.... he was fucking her as he feasted on her.
 
She smelled it too, the faintly metalic scent of her blood. Her eyes widened for a moment, and she glanced at her Lord with wide eyes. All traces of the gentleman were gone, his pipils were completely dialated, a preditory gaze on his face as he gazed at her with a different kind of lust in his eyes. His mouth was slightly agape, a line of saliva dripping from the very tip of his long fang, down onto her taunt stomach.

He was going to bite her, and she knew it. His pleading voice told her he didn't want to eat her completely, he didn't want to kill her there on his bed... But could he hold back? His fingers moved down her, over her ass, to wipe away a line of her blood, and he brought it to his lips. He licked the mixture, and visably shuddered, his eyes closing for a brief moment, only to open again with bloodlust clear in them. She wasn't sure if she would survive this, but there was no chance for her to think, consider, or fight before he leaned forward. His teeth sank deep into her neck, peicing her vien. She could feel her blood spray out, filling his mouth as her mouth opened, a silent scream of pain.

He began to rock his hips moving out before plunging back in, adding wonderful pleasure to the misture of sensations she was already feeling. Slowly, her hips rocked with his, and she groaned softly as he satisfied himself with her body, in every imaginable way.
 
His head was swimming, more alive with pleasure than he'd ever been in his long years. It was amazing, that was the only word for it. He had felt her twitch in pain when he bit down, and he was sure she was in pain. He'd half expected her to go limp at some point as he started to take her body in the most erotic coupling he'd ever imagined, but she was quite full of surprises.

As her blood flowed over his lips, sending animal like pleasure through him, he gradually became aware that her hips were rocking in time with his. She was fucking him back. The realization flipped a switch in him, and his body shuddered against her as a soul shaking moan escaped his feeding lips. He was now set on his course, there would be no holding back the flood of his climax this time. His hips bucked harder into her, trying to get as much of his cock into her with each thrust as they could. His tongue flicked back and forth over the bite on her neck, tasting the blood and teasing her taut, torn skin.

He knew that this couldn't last much longer and silently prayed that Kaura would be able to endure it and survive. He grunted and groaned out as he felt his body signaling that the time to release was now. He pulled his fangs from her neck and threw himself back, rocking his hips forward as he leaned up off of her and burying his cock deep into her. His face had a look of pleasure that no mortal could ever feel as her blood dripped visibly from his lips and teeth onto his chin. Blood spurted from her neck, staining the white fur beneath her, and, as if to answer, his cock began to spurt his seed into her body at the same moment.

He knew it would be an unnatural amount of cum, his body usually did produce a lot, but it gave him extra pleasure as he was in the throes of exquisite orgasm to see that her cunt was too tight to let any out. Soon her stomach seemed to expand a little as Viktor's seed continued to invade her. He groaned loudly in unbelievable pleasure, and quickly clasped a hand over the wound on her neck to start to staunch the flow.

As he finally came down from the high clouds of his orgasm, he felt weak, and with a shudder he rolled off of her, causing a small flood of vampiric cum to ooze from her used pussy. He kept his hand over the spot on her neck and worked to quickly catch his breath. In the next moments he was tearing at some cloth to create a bandage.
 
They moved together, and she moaned, feeling, touching him as he drank from her, hips hips thrusting wildly into her formerly virgin pussdy. She gasped and groaned, feeling herself building to her first ever climax. It was almost too much for her to stand, and she struggled to keep from writhing under him in that unspeakable amount of wonderful pleasure.

He thrust harder, his hips bucking into hers wildly, and she knew he was getting close. She released any hold on herself she had, surrendering to the pleasure. Her orgasm was just rising as he pulled back, his fangs freeing themselves of her neck as she cried out, feeling his cock explode with a torrent of cum deep inside her pussy.

The pleasure was beyond anything she had ever felt, and her body milked him for every drop of cum, even as her stomach expanded and swelled, his hot seed trapped deep inside of her, held in place by his cock.

He rolled off, and it was released, a gush of his cum from deep in her body, and Kaura could only moan softly, panting heavily as the last wave of her orgasm finally died off. She was suddenly aware of his hand pressed against her cut, stopping the bloodflow, and she smiled. "There is no need for that." She whispered, and pulled his hand away, tracing the puncture wounds with her finger. They healed instantly, but she deliberately let it scar, the two small, round scars a perfect reminder of their taboo act of pleasure. It took almost all of her strength to roll to face him, slightly pale from blood loss, but she was smiling, satisfied and happy laying beside him.
 
He was surprised that she was able to heal herself, and dropped the now useless bandage. That was not something he'd heard of in elvish lore. The look of deep satisfaction and pleasure on her face warmed him. He smiled at her, lost in the warmth of his own afterglow, reaching out lightly stroke whatever part of her exposed skin he could easily reach. Then he remembered that his smile likely looked a bit gruesome at the moment. He cleaned her blood from his chin and looked at the stains they'd left on the white fur. He couldn't help feeling they were like badges of honor. When he saw the crimson that stained the place where her neck had lain, though, he felt a twinge of guilt. He quickly looked in her eyes, lightly taking her head in his hands. "How do you feel, Kaura?" he asked with a hint of urgency. It was hard to detect, but something in his tone definitely said that he wasn't voicing concern over her health. It was something else.

His eyes bored into hers, searching for something.
 
She smiled back at him as he stroked her, his hands moving lightly over her skin. She didn't even notice the red staining at his lips until he wiped at it, and she giggled slightly, amused by his sudden concern over how she might view him now.

His eyes roamed over the blood stained furs, and briefly she wondered how he would explain the blood to his servants... But he took her face in his hands, his eyes boring into hers as he asked with a note of concern how she was feeling. She blinked, surprised, and took a moment to think. She felt exhausted, and satisfied, but there was something deeper... And the more she thought on it, the clearer it became what it was. She gasped slightly, feeling his anxiety over something, like a seperate mind inside of her own, letting her sense what he felt. "I feel you." She whispered, and couldn't help but to smile. She reached out to stroke his cheek lightly, "I can feel your mind... You're worried... And you shouldn't be, Viktor... I am fine."
 
"What?!" he said increduluosly. His eyes widened a fraction, his composure slightly broken. That was certainly different. His mind raced quickly over what she was describing. Yes, it was possible. Perhaps it made sense. He looked in her eyes and saw that while she seemed to realize he was concentrating, there was no look of sudden understanding. Evidently she couldn't read his mind that directly. He was about to explain when he decided he wanted to be sure of something first.

"Kaura, what would you say if I told I wanted you to go out the door, naked as you are, and bring the first human you find back here for me to feed on?" he asked, making himself imagine such a thing with a sense of predatory excitement rather than repulsion at killing one of his own. It was the one thing she'd made a condition when she'd once offered her complete obedience in exchange for her life. He focused his thoughts and feelings, trying to give her every indication that that request was genuine.
 
He seemed shocked by this new connection of theirs, and she could feel him thinking deeply on something. She watched, hoping to figure out exactly what he was so concerned about, but his eyes betrayed nothing his mind did not.

His request made her blink, and while she felt the animalistic hunger rising inside of him, swelling with that preditory need... But below that was still the concern, that bit of curiosity, and even a twinge of... Disgust? Her face darkened slightly as she frowned. "I would say that I already told you that I will not help you feed off the innocent, and that if you were so hungry you should simply eat me, rather than a helpless maid who might be wandering the coridor at this hour." She paused, tilting her head as she watched him. "My lord Ravenmoore." She added as an afterthought.
 
Relief flowed through him in waves. Her spirit and will were still her own, and although he had been attracted to that will, he didn't realize until that moment how valued it was to him. Still, this was curious, he'd never had a bite create such a situation. Perhaps he was an enchanter, he thought with grin. "Ah, good, Kaura," he said to her finally, "that would seem to mean that you are still very much yourself, though apparently with a new talent." He hesitated for a moment, he wasn't exactly sure that she'd be thrilled by this development when he told her it was likely permanent. Still, he owed her an explanation.

"You see, my lovely, vampire bites carry some supernatural qualities with them, not the least of which being that they can potentially lead to becoming one of us. Normally, though, if the victim survives without the added steps of being turned, there's a sort of bond that they feel to the one that bit her," he sighed a little, "I will not lie to you, Kaura, usually they are never again themselves. The vampire's will becomes theirs, especially when bitten by one, if you'll forgive the apparent lack of humility of me saying so, as powerful as I. They're often nearly mindless in their devotion from that point onward. In your case, it seems that your spirit was strong enough to prevent that level of... shall we say 'attachment'? Though your ability to sense my desires and moods shows that the bite has not left you wholly unmarked. I must tell you, that's quite remarkable. I've never heard of it before."

He smiled at her for a moment, then a small bit of shame passed over his face, "I must ask your forgiveness though. I very well knew the likely consequences and yet I bit you anyway. It was... careless."
 
She listeneed to his explination with interest, understanding now why Vampires did not simple bite a human and drink a few mouthfuls before leaving. It was far crueler to have them live a shell of a life as a mindless tool than to simply kill them and have it be done.

She nodded slowly, at last. "I understand." She told him, and smiled. "And do not worry, I knew there was a risk of you biting me when I agreed to come here, it was just as much my choice as yours." She took a moment to stretch, enjoying the pleasant soreness in her muscles, and the dull ache from her loins where he had so roughly stole her virginity. She didn't ruin the moment by pointing out her loss thous, instead she simply took his hand in hers, and brought it to her cheek, holding it there for a moment. "I am yours my lord." She whispered, and gazed over at him, wondering how he would take this declaration of her loyalty. "Every night you want me."
 
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