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Cold Blood Cathedral [Viktoff Samson x nightsorceress]

She forced a smile from him like this. Not that she had intended such. Just that she simply made his frowns impossible as her impractically beautiful body pressed into her own. Her nipples were exquisite and although he intended to be as comforting and stable as possible to allow her to sleep, he had to move a little here and there to make her nipples be stimulated by his chest, rolling them very casually around as his smile grew more perverted. He wondered if she were more relaxed just because he held her or if she just loved having her ass held so completely in just one big manly hand like this. He had a feeling it was the former, but there wasn't a reason it couldn't be the latter. In any case, as he felt her increased closeness and tight cuddling with him loosen as she fully drifted off, he turned his head to face the door as his eyes took on a deep red glow and his monstrous voice returned. But, as his lips moved like he was talking, human ears couldn't pick up on anything other than the occasional low and hushed "s" sound from his teeth. Wrapping that up he gave her face his neck to nuzzle into again as he gave her booty slow circles.

As the sun vanished from the sky and the room plunged into the darkness once again, the food was taken away before they could awaken. They both had more than enough time to nap by now. His eyes opened and he'd sit up despite her grasp on him. He'd not leave her, though. Smiling softly down to her in the dark as he touched her slowly with one hand and listened to her sounds.
 
She never moved through their sleep. Her arm was secured around him. Her face buried gently against his neck as day turned to night. Her body needed the rest she wanted to be able to do more in the when awoke. She wanted to enjoy her life again, she wanted to be able to enjoy him. She didnt want her world to restricted to that couch. She rested needing that rest, until she felt him move. Even in her sleeping state she wanted to draw him back to her. Slowly her eyes began to open. She could see now that he was sitting up. Slowly she sat up too, holding the the blanket to the front of her again. She smiled softly seeing him there. “Good evening” clearly seeing the day had turned to night from the darkness now that filled the room.
 
He watched her as she gradually grew to join him in the waking world. Even in the subconscious ways she roused herself awake and looked to him now just couldn't be ignored by his powerful and hungry gaze. He knew that, just beneath her precious skin, his sharp teeth could find a substance of unimaginable depth that could almost cure his thirst for a human life time on it's own. Maybe the prospect of using her for such a bland uneventful purpose was only the thin surface to the many layered dark chocolate cake that symbolized the rich decedent betrayal she'd enable him to pursue upon this unruly human kingdom. This ancient home wasn't big enough for the young vampires he's been raising all these years. With the coming of this woman, his kind could once again return to this land under an eternal moon. The prospect aroused him rather unusually.

"Evening?" He raised his left eyebrow as his smile grew just a bit. Her master was very invested in the idea of playing mind games with her today. Until the ability to strain her body for physical growth is on the table, he might as well teach her with such games in the meantime. "Must you cover yourself in my presence?" He'd ask, this time with more emphasis on the question. He wasn't being rhetorical here. With an aloof and long index finger, he snagged the top of her blanket to guide it down her chest and unveil her breasts. "Your life is mine now. And when it's just us, you shouldn't be so modest or ladylike. I've no patience for such things when we are free to be just us. Like using my first name, for example. It's just... Boring. And it should be a crime to hide even an inch of your kissable skin from these old, decrepit, evil eyes."
 
She gasped a little as he removed her blanket. She fought the urge to cover herself again with her arms. Her nipples grew hard from the cool air that now caressed them. “But what if I am cold?” She asked softly with a smile. She was shocked to hear him speak of his freedom with her. Was he not allow to be just him everywhere in his home? She wasn’t sure told would only tell if he would allow her to know more about him. When he spoke of his evil eyes her smile faded. Her touched his check looking into his eyes. “I don’t see evil in your eyes” She looked long and deeply into his eyes, no told a story that she didn’t quiet yet understand but it was not evil.
 
"I'd just have to make you blush and then you'll be so warm that you could serve as a personal heating device." He joked mildly even if his face seemed fairly amused with his own humor. As he landed the punch line, one of his hands took her own cheek just as she touched his. Whether she was prepared for this or not didn't bother him. He took her comment about his eyes with only a little reaction and then drew closer to press his lips to her own, his nose brushing her own along the way. But, it was no accident. Even the tiniest of sensations he delivered to her with this kiss was intentional as he took her upper lip between his own lips to gently suck on. The slightest touch by the length of his upper fangs, the harmless non-sharp and pointy side, and his tongue running along the bottom of her lip was meant to engage her senses of intrigue and adrenaline. Though she certainly had to have known he wasn't human, his fangs would surely be of a surprise granted how he avoided being violent with her so far. Pulling back from the kiss, his face could be read just like his eyes. His expression and smile had confidence and intent written all over it. Almost as if to say he knew he looked like a handsome man, but he was entirely a beast regardless. "I haven't shown you what my eyes really look like. And if you don't play along with our master/slave game I might be forced to become so childishly frustrated that I would carelessly show you." His hand lowered to grasp her shoulder as he laid a little bit back closer to the backrest of the couch. His own eyes went from sexually penetrating her soul to peering at the door for just a moment.
 
At his idea of how to warm her she giggled a bit. Yes certainly blushing would make her warm but that was not how she wanted to be warmed. Her body wanted other things even if her mind was not yet ready for them. “Oh and will ever be allowed to wear clothes again or I am to stay here in this room, on a couch for rest of my days” she teased him just a little. It was new to her this teasing she was doing. Something a more experienced woman know something about but she was just testing the waters now.

As he kissed she was little shocked never really kissing anyone before her lips moved slowly to meet his. She could feel the smoothness of his long canine teeth and it reminded her just what he was truly capable of. But again she wasnt afraid of that she wasnt and couldn’t be afraid of him.
 
He chuckled darkly to her return fire about the tease. While he assumed she didn't do much of either kissing or teasing just from her general composure and what she's already revealed about herself, he would say she engaged in the teasing more directly than their kiss. She managed to tease back, but their kiss appeared to be a little more like an activity he brought to her that she was simply the object of. He wasn't upset about that, and he certainly wasn't going to complain. It just interested him to note it. Was it because of her inexperience? Or was she a nervous and submissive person? It she were just a follower, a listener, someone for him to hold and make love to, that'd make him more happy than if she were a dominant leader type of woman. He never got along with those all to well. Outside of the older of his kin, that is. He loved them differently than he'd love someone like his little princess. "Mhm. Letting you be my chained up sex slave does sound fun. Though, I would grow uncomfortable with our love making if your legs were to decay from lying down all day. And hey, covering yourself is always optional. You can't even see your fellow house guests, after all."
 
“I think you will grow bored of me, chained up waiting to be used by you” she atlleast hoped that. She wanted him so badly for him to want more than just her body. But she worried he would never want more than that. But how could not, he was after all so kind and gentle with her, if wanted her chained up she would have been by now. “I wouldn’t want the others to see me naked as I am now with you.” she wanted her nakedness to be for his eyes only, but she couldn’t say that outloud. She blushed at the thought.
 
His eyes narrowed at the door before he yawned slightly and gave her forehead a brief peck. "You're being too serious." He pretended to scold her with his aloof grin and gently wagging finger. "I could procure some clothing for you, I just don't know how I want to go about doing that yet." He mentioned this passively, as though he were thinking with his words at her as opposed to speaking directly at her. As he was doing this he slowly began to sink down into the darkness beneath the blanket. Before she could even possibly notice the bump that was his body begin to shrink, the sound of the door opening would occur. It was Briand and his topless, tall, long haired and handsome body pulling the door open before looking out into the shadows of the pitch black cathedral halls. "A nosy number of children must of had their pointed devilish ears against this door. I could feel it. Perhaps my kin also find your voice to be... Curious. Or could it be the topics we discussed?"
 
She closed her eyes as she felt him kiss her forehead. She liked so much when he was sweet to her like that. when he called her serious she looked down. She did not mean to be, “maybe you can show me how to be less serious.” She smiled a bit. Her life was very serious there was not a moment she could remember where she could be carefree and fun. She did need to learn to relax a bit. Suddenly he had slipped a way from her, she didn’t even realize what was happening until he was suddenly gone. She heard him again by the door and quickly turned to see him. At the mention of his fellowers being outside the door she quickly covered herself back up not wanting anyone to see her. “I didn’t me to draw attention...”
 
In a way, he definitely thought of her needs in a way simular to a knot in a piece of fine wood or in the back of a soft and vulnerable girl. What he saw when he peered into her soul and felt the subtle disconnects in their conversation was a bundle of nerve, emotion and instinct that had been collected throughout her life and cultivated long into her young adult womanhood. This was a knot that surely didn't allow her to participate comfortably in an act or general activity that was supposed to be so easy that her body could tell her how to do it without her brain needing to do much of anything at all. Not that any experienced partner could find any lasting pleasure if she wouldn't use her thinking cap for such things. All with time. He knew how to soften and coax such a knot away. But, she wasn't ready for it just yet. No matter how badly he wanted to just make aggressive and physically intimate love to her until all she could do was relax and unwind in the afterglow of orgasm after orgasm. He chuckled darkly as she covered up. "Would you wear that blanket even if I commanded you to follow me throughout this cathedral? Your body may be that of a young woman's, but I can tell a silly girl still lies behind those pretty eyes, my Princess. And I adore that."
 
At his question she thought a moment. “I wouldn’t want any of your fellowers to see me” she explained softly still holding the blanket to the front of her. She at his statement about her body. She was very new to these types of things although her instincts told her she wanted more she simply could not let go, not yet anyways. “I want to be more than a silly girl” she admitted. She hoped soon she would understand more she would let herself give in more. Lily loved more and more when he called her his princess. it was sweet and made her feel so special. She felt like he cared about her, more than just wanting her body
 
There was something poetic about the way he used the words 'my Princess'. At face value, it would be easy to miss the possessive front half of this combination. Let there be no doubt, she belonged to him. She wasn't just 'Princess' after all. And she wasn't anyone else's. Though, in a literal sense she was an actual princess. And technically she continues to be a royal princess of their country, even if it weren't exactly public knowledge or on her radar yet. And even if she figured that out, his dark voice weaved a certain implicit delicacy into this endearing title of her own. There wasn't a way to determine for sure if it were inspired by her lineage and or the way he felt about her. "The young always endeavour to change. Humans simultaneously grow up so fast that they lose what made them perfect in the first place, and somehow remain childishly petulant until their last breath. Your kind and mine are so... Tragically incapable of coexisting. Your father annoyed me so greatly that I refused to attend the royal wedding. Even if his own grandfather was once a cherished friend of my kind." He started cheery and somewhat constructive in the way he tried to tell her that being a silly girl wasn't a bad thing. By the end he grew a little bitter, but not at her even as he made no effort to hide what he knew about her. He stepped into the dark halls. "Come, I think you can better be yourself if I get your body proper clothing." Although she didn't voice her concerns about his interest in her body, he couldn't even begin to find words that would properly comfort her if she did. Her body had many many uses and the one that he desired most wasn't even for sex or his hunger. Even if she started to grow on him as a human, it'd be a lie if he said her body wasn't perfect and important to him.
 
Lily rose from the couch for the first time in a long time she was able to stand under own power. She liked the feeling very much. she moved to wrap the blanket around her and suddenly stopped. His words sinking into “Wait what did you say” She looked truly confused. “What do you mean my father, I don’t even know who is....how would you know.” She looked as if someone just told the sky was green and the grass was blue. “Royal wedding? What is going on” She didn’t move from the spot she stood, she looked at him now in the doorway wanting her to follow him. She couldn’t not until he explained all that he just said to her.
 
"What I said?" He replied quite quickly, almost as to confirm to her he was listening to her so that his following silence wouldn't leave her wondering so much. He didn't even know if he should confirm what she heard or try to play it off. He knew she was going to have to figure it all out eventually and he'd rather she learned it all from him. Yet, he still wanted her to take this place like the wonderland fairy tale it would appear to be. She was undeniably cuter while she remains unaware. He could always try to play it off like he was an old gibbering man and he somehow just forgot what he was talking about. But, he knew she wouldn't buy that. He gave her at least that much credit. He was silently thankful that she couldn't see his annoyed expression as she stood firm where she was and inquired about what he said. Mostly because this expression didn't mean he was annoyed at her, more so himself and the situation he got himself into. "Alright little lady. I'll tell you the truth. But, you can't just put your foot down with me like that. It won't encourage me to be fun in the future if it comes at a cost." He smiled and sagged his finger, again playfully even if she could only see his large red glowing eyes. He stepped close enough that the slightest moonlight from the room lit him for her visual entertainment and his eyes appeared normal like this. His large left hand slipped around her rear to her left hip as he held her closer to him. "I tasted the familiar signature of our country's royal blood in your veins the night before. And I know for a fact that you are the spawn of the King." He wasn't grumpy about it, playful yet a tad serious before he began to see if she'd me him guide her into the halls.
 
She had never felt so numb in her life. If he wasnt there supporting her now she may have just fainted. How could she be the daughter of the king. She was always told she was an orphan, now this. She felt him start to guide her out of that room. Her mind was fuzzy for a few minutes as she processed what he told her. “But how am the daughter of the king” she asked him so softly her bed pressed firmly against barely holding the blanket she had earlier began to wrap around herself to her body. In all this she was not upset with him, he had known of course but she realized she understood why he did not tell her right, she knew she would never be upset with him.
 
He couldn't tell if she was taking the news well or poorly. They did just meet, after all. And his senses paired with his general experience with humans couldn't allow him to make good enough predictions to be sure of such minute details of her life. All the same, he couldn't just lie or continue being dead silent on the topic over all. How was he going to train her to despise her father for his neglect if he couldn't show her that she had an incredible innate value which demanded that she be respected and loved. Without that royal pride and even a dash of hot headed arrogance, he wondered if she'd grow to forgive the King and fail to help her savior in the ways he's intending her to. He'd have to demonstrate that respect. He has to foster a pride within her that may run completely contradictory to her life lessons up until last night. It wasn't going to be easy. But he was no mere mortal peasant man himself and he was sure such things were possible with his abilities and resources.

"Do you believe I would know such a thing? It appears that the whole country has been mislead into believing the Prince to be the most rightful heir to the throne. I would assume your birthright was covered up and your existence was rewritten because ol'king Sally couldn't keep his Willy out of women who weren't his bride to be." He wasn't civil about it, but he wasn't being disgusting or disingenuous either. He lead her down a new path that included a few steps. They were much higher in the building now as he opened the door before them to a simple but well-furnished white room that had polished marble floors, fluffy bear fur carpets, a dresser and a big purple king sized bed and a partially opened window opposite of the door that lit the room with the moon's beautiful and magically enhanced radiance. "Please, sit on the bed while I pick out your waking attire for our evening."
 
When he asked if she believed him she looked down a moment “what reason would you have to lie about a thing like this” She stated softly. She couldn’t even think of one reason why he would lie. Her mind was racing so quickly she could hard keep one train of thought in her head. When he spoke of the king habits with women she looked at him sharply. “Please don’t say it that way one of those women was my mother and from the little a know about her she wasn’t a whore like you make her sound.” Her eyes pleading with him on that fact. She couldn’t stand to think her mother would have been just trash. No the baker had told her mother was very kind and gentle she was the assistant to the midwife. She wasn’t some whore.

She allowed him to move her through the hallways of his home, she could hardly feel her feet as they moved. Suddenly they were in a large white room. She didn’t really even look at it until she was sitting on the bed. It was when she was sitting down she drew a soft breath, looking around a bit. “Is this your room? It’s truly beautiful”
 
He was annoyed beyond belief that she had the nerve to look at him the way she did over the honor of a woman that he most certainly didn't know and hardly made a negative claim about. He was calling her father a whore, yes. But, why this commoner-raised royal orphan was acting like sex without marriage was somehow the definition of being a whore for a woman, he couldn't begin to imagine. He didn't give her a hard or sharp look of his own as he forgave her silently and didn't speak on the topic any further. If she wanted him to be more open about what he knew, she'd simply have to be more patient with him. If she were to continue to be so adamant in her defense that she swaps onto the offense like that again, he didn't know how to go about responding to such a thing. Surely she didn't think he was being unkind to her mother in any fashion he wasn't already trash talking her father over in a far more damaging way. Perhaps even brushing the topic set off some sort of booby trap in her heart that was built to protect the mental image she's built of such a person? He couldn't say as he didn't know her mother or how much she knew her own mother. For all he knew, she could just be the king's clone with altered sex chromosomes.

"If the walls had ears, I am sure they would thank you for those words." He responded calmly as he faced away. Although this was clearly meant in jest, he didn't have his familiar muse like when he was joking earlier. If she were particularly perceptive and keeping track of such things, he definitely was acting subtly differently. His big hands pulled the sliding closet doors all the way open in one go. The closet spanned the whole wall opposite of the big purple bed. "This is a guest room. If I'm not entertaining a group of ambassadors, then my kin may play in this room some nights. Though, they certainly prefer their own rooms." He clarified with a dry tone as he plucked a black t-shirt from a hanger and pulled it on over his bare chest. "Hmm." He narrowed his eyes to the feminine clothes and various dresses in this closet.
 
She sat on the bed it was far more comfortable then the couch she had been sitting on. She watched as he slipped a shirt over his head covering his chest. She didn’t like it. She liked seeing his firm chest, she like being able to touch it. But she knew in all fairness he couldn’t remain shirtless, just like she couldn’t remain in the blanket. But still she didnt like it. As she listen to his words they seemed changed. As if is was upset or something. She couldn’t really tell. “Um are you ok? You seem a little...different” she hope he would not be upset with her. But she could easily tell something half changed in his mood. She hoped it wasn’t something she said or did but it was possiable.
 
"I should hope I seem different." He joked again, still not giving her that familiar silliness in his voice this time. "I'm not even human." Came the punch line to the joke without any play in his tone or even a look over his shoulder. He didn't ignore her question, but he certainly didn't give it the answer she was probably looking for. He folded his arms as he tilted his head at the clothing in front of him. Underwear was undoubtedly the major issue when it came to dressing Lily as it was most important that such garments were impeccably cleaned and fit like a glove. He partially doubted that she'd put up with being shoved into a tight spicy little dress without a bra or panties. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that she'd give him plenty of complaints about such a thing. Not that he was too concerned with such a consequence. Despite his quickly growing desire to protect and cherish this woman, she remained his. He wasn't going to start acting like a human male that's smitten over her, no matter what. He was a raw monster and that couldn't be changed.

But, he couldn't deny his craving to just cuddle with her and nap some more. He loved spending time with such a curious critter. Snatching up a white set of undergarments with frilly designs that he knew would fit her, he then snagged a small black dress with loose fabric that was easy to relax in. If she wore these they'd match in colors somewhat. He'd turn and approach her as he set these items in her lap. "Time to wear clothes like a proper lady." He smiled softly as he spoke, his eyes running up her thighs, her groin, her chest and breasts to her lips and then her own eyes as he watched her. "I won't be leaving the room as you dress. It's a touch patronizing, considering our previous night together."
 
It was clear he was avoiding her question, but she didn’t want to be to push the issue. If there was something bothering him she hoped that he would tell her eventually. She watched as he looked through the closet she could tell he was putting a lot of thought into this. When he presented her with clothes she looked them over and smiled a little. he did have good taste. SHe looked at him as he said he wouldn’t be leaving the room she knew it would be silly now to be modest.

She set the clothes beside her on the bed slowly standing up removing the blanket that was wrapped her slender body. SHe just stood there a moment her eyes staring at him her chest raising and falling with ever breath. In the back of her mind she wanted him to see her naked, she wanted him to want her, even if she was to innocent to say so outloud. After a moment she turned around and picked up the panties slipping bending over slipping them on. Her ass pointed at him. Next was the bra slipping it around her perfect globals, finally the dress slipping it her head letting the loose fabric flow around her body. she turned around slowly looking him hoping he approve of how she looked.
 
He couldn't imagine she could read his thoughts without blushing so deeply that she'd manage to heat and light the room with her rosy red cheeks. Of course he looked at her naked body as she stood before him, and he wanted her bad. It was written in his eyes, across his grin. She was beautiful and shaped magnificently. As though she were sculpted to arouse him without even an ounce of effort on her own part. And what happened next wouldn't help matters as she turned away to bend and pull her panties on, leaving the view of her hauntingly wonderful ass in his direction. Such a sight was almost impossible to commit to memory in it's pure perfection even as he attempted to anyway. How lucky he truly was couldn't be overstated, he was falling for this human woman. Whether that contradicted his plans or not couldn't be said as of yet. There wasn't a way she was going to remain innocent under his watch.

He'd let her finish before stepping right in front of her and wrapping his arms around her just above her rear. In this embrace he pulled her against him so tightly at their clothes couldn't serve to muddy the sensation of their bodies pressed together in any significant way. "My dearest Princess, how many little ones were you hoping to give me?" He grew a touch lewd yet emotionally intimate as he spoke of kids without confirming for her whether they could even have offspring. He was sure she couldn't possibly tell if it were something that could happen or not.
 
She was surprised when he was suddenly there, securing her in his big arms. She smiled as she pressed herself against. She loved being in his arms. That feeling would never grow old for her. What was it about him that made her feel like this. He was certainly not like any man she met in the villiage. She was surrendering herself so completely to him. WHen he suddenly spoke of children looked into his eyes. She certainly did want children “As many as we could have I suppose, but I really there must be better woman out their to be mother of your children” She did have some doubts that she was worthy enough be wit him in that way even though she desperately wanted to.
 
Lily was both plain Jane and refreshing for this man all rolled up into a delightful package. She managed to surprise him and then paralyze him with a fairly predictable and expected line without much effort at all. In any case, her breasts pressed against his chest kept his heart nice and warm despite their clothes. When it came right down to it, he didn't expect her to admit to wanting to have his kids. This much of a line alone could be loosely translated to consent for a whole host of nefarious activities and he planned to take it as such. But just as he began to reevaluate where he must have miscalculated her for this sudden surprise, her line about not being the best possible candidate made his eyes narrow. He'd have to pull her out of that mentality fast as he didn't find it to be beneficial for either of them.

"Imagine the heir to the throne of the largest and most powerful country in the world telling you that you deserve to mate with someone who was somehow better." He delivered this message to her as he looked into her eyes seriously, trying to hammer the whole point home to her. His right hand moved to give her ass slow circle rubs firmly with his big hand over her clothes. "Such a ludicrous thought. You are worthy to give me countless little princes and princesses." He smiled now, giving her a slow kiss. After this kiss he pulled back and released her. "I wonder what we should do now..."
 
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