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Once upon a Hollow Night...[Lady Nightshade]

When he stopped and took the knife away, she was relieved. Rue could feel her skin slowly warming back up as his eyes never left her. When he inquired why she was running from her father, Rue knew better then to not say anything. No way in hell did she want the blade back over her ever again.


"I was disobediant. He wanted me to marry so he could rid me. Every suitor I said no, so father took things into his own hands. He found someone to marry me, to gain only for himself. I wanted nothing to do with it. The man he found was cruel and hurt me."
 
He listened to her, as he sat next to her obviously pleased as she came forward with her reasons to running away, the fact that her father needed to marry her off to gain more wealth and power only affirmed his suspicions that the man was a corrupt, weak governor. He’s brush them from the side of his head as he had something of an idea – a scheme that she’d partially help him think up.

“A man who hurt you, hmm?” Wasn’t it ironic that he had finished running his weapon over her just moments before being told this, however he had not physically hurt her yet and she was currently his captive. “Had you the power, would you like to exact your pain and aggression on them both?” He’d ask, seizing this opportunity to see if she might be interested in an offer, an offer only he could grant her.
 
"Hurt them?"

She whispered and thought what he said. To her it was a silly notion that he could offer her anything to harm her family. If her mother were still alive, things would be diffrent. But it wasn't to be.

"I.. I don't know. I just want them to leave me alone."


Rue looked away to the window. Exposing her neck far more to him as her pulse beat to the rythem of her heart.
 
With that tender, exposed flesh it was as if she were asking for it. He’d craved it since he’d stumbled across her and though he’d had a taste, it was far from fresh the blood he tasted, and from what he did taste it was still quite delectable. Slowly he’d press forward, lips parting as the sharp fangs became ever more evident from within his mouth, the only warning she’d receive would be one last hot breath washing over her neck before his lips would wrap around her neck and his fangs would dig in.

From the holes, blood would begin to slip forth into his mouth, greedily being sucked down to sate his new immortal hunger. It was uncertain how prey would take to being bitten, some felt as if embraced by extacy itself, others horrified by the pain. He’d feed for moments before he pulled himself off – his semi-ghostly form taking a more defined look of a man, with a slightly spectral glow to him.
 
A roll of warm breath tingled her skin, and then a sharp pain as teeth sunk into her flesh. Tensing, Rue let out a shriek and then felt the pain vanish. What she felt next was a low thrum of a wave rushing towards her.

Oh god! He.. He's drinking my blood!


She could feel the blood moving from her vein to him as he pressed her close against his flesh. The sheet and what was left of the blanket fell from her as her eyes closed. Ony then did she feel that wave crash against the beach and pleasure was tingeling against her body. It lasted only a moment, before he released her. Rue fell back against the bed, her chest aching and he could see just how much it effected her.
 
It had begun, he officially gave her his dark blessing as it coursed over her body, overwhelming her with the pleasure that the unnatural curse. She was now his Thrall so to speak, he’d let what was left of her blood dance over his tongue before he’d finally swallow, a satisfied look over his lips as he stared down at her. He could see that look over her face, though she’d shrieked only moments ago he could see that look of pleasure stunning her face and body.

He was now curious, and just a tad hungry for more as he tugged at the leather belts that kept the cold black armor over his chest, and when it was dropped to the floor, her captor’s tones chest was exposed, perhaps to see just how this fair lady would take the sight of more of his male body after embracing the ecstasy of her new curse as he’d lean down, tracing the blade over her aching chest.

“How does it feel then, hmm Rue?” He’d ask.
 
Her body was shivering as the effects of the bite wore off. There was no pain from where he bite her before. Rue let out a sigh and then tensed as he slipped off his armor and brought the blade back up to her chest. Underneatht he clothing her nipples budded in reaction to the coolness and pleasure.

"W-why a-re you doing this?"

Rue whispered as he loomed farther over her. His body was all hard muscle, with some scars from battles. Yet, she couldn't move. It wasn't from fear, but from the way her body was reaccting to him.
 
The idea, the very plan that was brewing in his mind was a lovely one, most fitting of revenge for the time, oh and the more he thought of it the more he’d feel rippling pleasure running up and down his back. With a quick motion, on of the buttons on her tunic would pop off, then another, pulling the blade away as soon as the third was cut off and began running the cool metal over her breast. However that was far from the end of it.

Leaning in, he licked at the place where he’d bitten her, and up he’d lick at her lips “Your blood…it’s so delicious…” he murmured with pleasure, as he’d press his own against hers, continuing to tease her with the razor sharp weapon, brushing over her hard, erect nipples as he continued to ravage her as he pleased.
 
She didn't know what he was to like, well, blood. But she couldn't move as her clothing was being undon. Large bossoms were visible as the blade streached to tease her skin. Rue let out a gasp of suprise and found that she was starting to really like what he was doing. If anything it took the pain away. The pain from her ankle, cuts in her mouth and the pain from her family.
 
Within his control, the control of the lovely touching and teasing he took the sharp blade and cut down the rest of her blouse, exposing her shapely naval and breast, pressing the tip of the sharp blade bluntly over the top over her erect nub, moving it gently, before setting the weapon aside, and tracing his finger tips up and down the bare stretch of flesh, over her naval just above the top of her pants, as he continued to feast on her neck and lips with occasional licking.

Soon it was not enough, the craving returned but it was of another nature. He’d draw himself lower until a lengthy tongue would slip out of his mouth, far from human as the highly flexible length of moist flesh would wrap around her nipple, tugging on it before bringing his lips down to suck and lap over her large breasts, feeling his mouth watering from the taste and pleasure.
 
Rue had no experience. save for when her feiance' raped her. It wasn't what she had expected and that was the turning point when she ranl The bruises from that night had finialy healed, but now she had a man touching her body with vigor.

If he is.. a man..

As he pulled himself closer to her. His tongue made her hiss in suprise. The feeling he gave her making a low ache where she thought it would never be. It didn't take much as her body had a mind of her own and her arms where up to his shoulders. Hands touching him for the first time as they searched. Touching and feeling his head with a low groan.
 
His lips continued to pucker and tighten around her round, heavy breast as a hand would reach up to tighten over the round the large breast as he’d suck and slurp with more vigor. The tongue continued to caress and glide over the sensitive, erect nub before he’d nibble and bite it softly, pulling up as it sharply pulled out from between his teeth and rocked softly. He hadn’t once asked for permission, to see if she wanted him – he simply touched and tasted her in such a possessive manner.

Reaching down, a hand would run up her inner thighs before cupping her groin and running his fingers up and down to find the slit that parted the lips. Smiling he’d part his own lips, darting his tongue back out again to tease her other nipple.
 
What he was doing now was the equivenant of rape and yet she had given in. Her body craved for so much and she was tired of running. When her legs were parted and she was touched, her hips arched to press against his hand.

"Why?"

She whispered/goraned as the pleasure reached higher. Rue could feel his fangs gently agains her skin and in that moment she wanted him to bite her again.
 
Her every action was so sweet, his eyes fed on her every movement, her every hoarse breath. His fingers delicately traced over her slit and as she threw her hips up into his hand, he’d drive the fabric over the length of her slit and struck her sensitive clit. Though it was wrong, the two could both agree that it felt very much the opposite. Her features drove the lonely male on to more rough motions as he’d bite at her nipple and slowly slide off as he’d throw her a predatory look before wrapping his lips back around her mound.

Again and again he traced that lengthy tongue over her nipple, exotically snaking it around like a lewd worm or lecherous snake coiling around it’s prey. He’d bluntly drag his fangs over her breast before he’d leave it much like the first breast he’d wrapped his mouth around. Planting kisses down her naval, he’d snag the top of her baggy, male pants as his hand would cease it’s repetitious motions, sliding up from between her cheeks, over her slit and striking her clit before his fingers assisted in tugging the trousers down.

They knew each other little more than a day, and already they turned from captive and captor to a more affectionate equivalent.
 
Every part of her mind said it was wrong. That she should fight against him because it was wrong. Yet, he was the one who saved her from her father as they would have for sure caught her that night. Rue let out another moan as her eyes fluttered. he shifted and with that, his hands slide down her body. Sending more sensations that she craved; and then the snap to her clit. It was painfull, and then throbbing with some pleasure as the pants were removed. Cool air made her teeth chatter for a moment as their eyes met.

"Ulf.. why?"

Rue whispered to him Still wantiing the answer as to why he was doing this. As well as to why she felt something like this with a man she didn't know. If it was because of her blood relation to her father, it still confused her. Yet, Rue didn't want him to stop. her mind was seemingly made up. As well that she had the feeling Ulf wasn't going to let her go anyway. If he wanted, he could have anyone I bet. Yet He has me and god knows how many women he has before me
 
Many women was right, whilst living he was known to be quite a cad and had went through several wives, which ironically enough had cheated on himself. In the end he had a small harem along with his last life to indulge himself that was until he was murdered and usurped with no children succeeding himself. Though that mattered little as he’d had his share of female victims – preferring their unique taste over males whom he’d make sure were dead before he’d be caught dead tearing through their still warm flesh.

As she called out, he almost didn’t recognize the name she called before realizing it was the very false name he’d offered to her. Smiling inwardly he’d reach down, placing his thumb and index finger on each side of her clit and would pressed them together, stroking the sensitive nub a he’d trace his tongue over her ear. He hadn’t been with a woman for some time.

“Why? Because I simply cannot resist the taste of you…” He’d hiss as he started kissing down her naval before he’d find her thighs, and with his pants long discarded onto the floor he’d continue teased her clit as he readied to drive his fangs into her femoral artery…
 
Trembeling under his touch, Rue, found her legs spreading wider for him. Hissing out with a moan as her clit was stimulated, she proped herself up on her elbows. Watching him with great intrest as powerfull hands seemed to massage her thighs.

"What...are you?"

He liked the taste of her? It was hard to comprehend what he was exactly doing. She had never heard of a creature who took blood from another human being. Rue then shivered as he kissed up and down her thigh. Each time drawing closer inward as she shuddered.
 
His fingers worked faster and faster, from the base up to the tip of the swollen, pink clit as he’d slip between her legs, hanging partially off himself as he’d trace the tip of his tongue slowly, leaving a trail of glistening, warm saliva over her thigh before reaching where the vein and her glistening lips of excitement met. He thirsted for more, as he’d drag his fangs teasingly over her thigh before he’d sink his teeth into that artery that was so close to her drooling lips.

Who could say how his bite would feel in comparison to the last. Perhaps if she were lucky, all that pleasure would run directly into the tender folds of her moist lips.

He again drank from her and did so slowly as to savor the unique flavor of her warm blood, letting it run down his throat as he greedily drank before pulling himself away as to keep her from feeling sickly or weak. As he pulled out, the wound would bleed little before the special saliva sealed the twin marks in her leg.
 
He didn't give her an answer. The next thing she had known; he bit her again! Pure pleasure seeped though her body. Rocketing through her as she screamed out in pure pleasure. Her stomach tightened and the rush of warmth grew between her thighs. Liquid gold coating the swollen lips in anticipation.
 
At the scent, and the sight, of her arousal which poured forth from the wet, tight cavern of her swollen lips and inner walls, something ran down his back, that familiar feeling that told him that she was ready. He felt an urge wash over him, however he grudgingly fought against it, he wished to inflict more of the torture which was the seemingly indefinite teasing that he’d chosen to give her.

Leaning forward he nibbled at her sensitive nub, running his fingers over her moist lips as he stared at her up with those ghostly white-blue eyes that might send a haunting chill onto anyone who looked into them, and by now they had both probably figured who was master and who was slave, bound by fate and lust.

Though there was little thought, only action as he began to strip himself of the heavy armor and pants, pulling them down before the thick, proud length stood forth as it was freed from it’s prison. Bearing the same tone of blue-white pale flesh as he’d slapped the heavy, hard length down over her slit, grinding over the wet petals before the head would press them apart and threatened to slip in.
 
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