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Cold Blood Cathedral [Viktoff Samson x nightsorceress]

The idea of baring his children was one that suddenly excited her so much. In this first place she never thought she would have children, let alone finding a man that wanted to have children with her seemed also and impossibility, but this man want her to have children. “I may have the blood of a royal, but I am not a royal, I am just a girl, a girl who is very happy to be in yours arms” She kissed him back gently. She maybe the kings blood, but that did not make her a princess, she was after all just a girl, how would she be anything else, the king had a son ready to take the throne. She however could be perfectly happy spending the rest of her days as his princess wrapped up in his arms, little children all around them. She loved the feeling of his arms around her, and his strong hands touching her perfectly shaped ass.
 
Her perfectly shaped ass could regrettably only be entertained by his big manly hand briefly before he moved to take her hand into his own. He'd guide her towards and out of the room's door, letting it shut behind them as he guided her through the cathedral. "Silly Lilly." He spoke to her with some warmth in his words. "Your blood is your claim to the throne. And surely you'd want your kids and your man to have everything you can give them. Yes?" He mused lightly, but there was a genuine line of logic there. "You'd want our babies to be as safe as they can be. No?"

He turned a corner and downed some stairs as he led her to a new room. This time the room was larger than life and most certainly an apparition of magic as shelves of books extended high enough to be distorted by dark clouds and far away enough that the narrow aisles blend into each other to such an extent that any given end wasn't within sight. "Welcome to my library." He nonchalantly referenced the realm of books that stood before them. The room was lit as though it had electric lights that did the job well enough. Though, no lights could be found. The floor was a black and white mess of a carpet with little marks from the wheels of the tall ladders that seemed to be sprinkled around the place. Wooden tables with chairs could be seen off in the distance in random areas as well.
 
She had to think about his words a moment, would be actually like to take the throne? She wasn’t sure, she wasn’t any sort of leader, she never had to be. She feared she would do more harm then good. “I don’t know the first thing about running a kingdom, how could I possiable ever take the throne from the prince who was trained to take over this, besides how could even take the throne?” After all there was an heir already in place, it was like the king would just hand over the kingdom to her.

She followed him through the halls to the library.She had just stop and look at this great room. She had never seen so many books in her whole life. She slowly turned around the room in wonder, “wow” she said softly.
 
"How about you just leave the minor details to me." He spoke of the topic of taking over the kingdom and the throne. He was dry about this comment as well. Another sign that he wasn't saying something or explaining how he felt about something. This was surely not the fairest way to change topics, but he wasn't a fair person anyway. This was an ancient creature of powers and knowledge unknown. Although it wasn't clear, it was his desire to get her on the same page and show her what he has in mind. But, he lacked the tools to introduce her to his grand overarching plans now. And he was beginning to lose hope that she had the initial drive to do such a thing. She clearly didn't want anything beyond this cathedral. He could always curse her with eternal life and show her how he felt that way. A few hundred years in this place should be enough to give her just a taste of his contempt for this arrangement between his kind and the humans of the Kingdom.

He stepped into the room, letting the door close behind him as he made his way to the nearest table. He'd pull out one of the chairs at the table and rested his chick into one of his hands as that elbow pressed into the wooden tabletop. "This is a room enchanted by mages beyond my own abilities. It takes advantage of several immense coincidences that simply won't occur all at once ever again." He rubbed his cheek now with a sigh. "It ties this cathedral to similar buildings across the world. Though, it is so large that the masters of those other domains most likely would never find us here, even if we never left." He didn't seem excited or to be boasting in any fashion. He sounded kinder with his next words. "Go ahead and grab some books to entertain yourself with as you recover."
 
She noticed with him how his tone seem to change so often and so quickly. She didnt understand, his emotions weren’t from high to low, from angry to kind in all a matter of mere moments. She found it a little hard tp get a read on him some times. Even know as he spoke of the magic of this great room he seemed almost bored, but reallly their was such great wonder in what he was saying. She looked around the room as he spoke just trying to understand all he said. It was foreign constemp to her the talk of magic, but she hoped he would tell her more. “What you have explained is truly amazing, I am not sure if i completely understand myself but I hope to learn more” when he gave her permission to get some books she didn’t even know where to start. “There are so many books, which ones are your favorites”
 
"Magic enables those capable to derive ability from otherwise plain sources, like life energy, cooperation, and relics. Some practitioners make use of totems, and those looking to perform for entertainment value will often make use of slight of hand and deception." He explained casually before growing his arms before him on the table and resting his face upon them. "Favorite books?" He sounded mildly interested in the question, but he didn't seem to carry that strange dull tone that he used earlier. "I don't know. I usually like to read factual information about subjects I can't stop thinking about."
 
Lily looked around the room as he spoke. She read some the titles of the book looking at how old some of them are. Some looked very beautiful, some were well read. She looked at him now moving closing to him. “What sort of subjects can you not stop thinking about” She wanted to know more about him, he was so mysterious to her.
 
He watched his princess soak in the library with her eyes. He could tell with his monster eyes that she examined the books closely and this wasn't just some show of interest. Lily wasn't a deceptive woman, as far as he had noticed. The only way she could be pulling the wool over his eyes is if she were a master liar from the beginning. Not that he was too worried about that. No one being that exceptionally cunning would put themselves in that state beneath a being such as himself. It was like trying to deceive a monster truck while laying patiently with both legs broken right beneath it's tire. No, this Vampire Lord simply shouldn't be underestimated.

Her question made his eyebrows lift just ever so slightly. This was likely something a common untrained eye couldn't detect as it was underplayed. "I think about what I eat." His eyes grew red as he let his head tilt back and he peered upward into the endless abyss of this grand library realm. "I can't stop wondering if there really is a limit to my life span or not. I'm the oldest of my kind, after all. The most powerful. And yet, my magic is rather weak. I rely on my kin to channel and perform spells for me while I'm our muscle, our speed. Our kind isn't to be underestimated, and this is why we haven't been exterminated. The chance hasn't given itself to the humans of this kingdom just yet." He spoke a bit plainly, but not like he was avoiding showing Lily how he felt. Sort of like this was just a matter of fact. As though no one should be surprised by this information. "You'd do it too. The moment a really big spider appears to taking a rest, you'd smash it with a rock. That's human nature. Our nature is no different." His head tilted to the side as he lay back in his chair, the space over his lap being noticeably vacant with plenty of room between his chest and the table for her delicious hips. "I can't stop thinking about how I'll overthrow these cowardly humans before they can exterminate my family. They'll rip them limb from limb. The honor that once founded our treaty and agreement has long since been bred out of your royal men. They're savages." Like this, her Vampire Lord wasn't smiling. He would seem as though he has accepted these facts. And who wouldn't? The way he stated them it would seem no less self-evident than the fact that food spoils, dirty hands transmit disease and gravity keeps common men upon the ground.
 
As he spoke she turned her attention away from the books, now looking at him. She listen to every word as he wondered about his own mortality, as he explained how humans were basically savages. She looked down a moment, wonder what her place was after all she was human, and of royal blood. She moved from her spot by the books, now to stand in front of him. She looked him over a moment the whole time she trembled slightly for she knew the question she was about to ask could cost her everything. “Is that the only reason why you kept me alive, is that the only reason why you have an interest in me, is because you are going to use me as some pawn to bring a means to an end for the the others of my kin” her voice never got angry, in fact it was said. She was so afraid that everything she thought he felt for her was just a lie or a game, so he could get what he wanted.
 
He looked to her now with confusion written across his face. His eyebrows pulled towards each other as a crease drew across the pale skin of the bridge of his nose. Was he going to have to bury his insecurities from her as well? He saved her life and less than twelve hours ago she insisted that it was a really big deal. Did that not warrant him an ounce of her sympathy? He was used to being the monster, though. And this directly implied what he previously spoke of. He stood slowly before looking off to his left. "I saved your life because I wanted too and that's that." His eyes narrowed before he turned to make his way for the door. "I have the power to do what I will despite your bloodline. Saving your life had it's benefits, but I am also burdened by this decision. I wouldn't accept the hell of my hunger on some shortsighted whim that you'd see things my way." He bit his lips with a bit of a shrug, burying how he felt deeper. His eyes would grow red again before he peered over his shoulder. "I highly suggest you find something to read." He paused before smiling and narrowing his eyes. "Reading is important. My Princess should learn as much as she can about this world around her."
 
She had cut him. She could see the hurt in face in the way he drew away, she knew that even if he tried to hid it. She hated herself now for even asking the question. But he seemed to be a man of great power and her doubts of him ever wanting a simple girl like her were hard to over come. She was taught she was nothing, and now she had a chance at something and her own insecurities were getting in her way. “Wait, don’t go” her eyes pleading with him to come back. “Please” she took a step closer to him but then stopped not sure if did want her close. “I am just a foolish girl, landing at your doorstep has been the bright spot in my other wise worthless life. I don’t know what I would do if I loose it...loose you”
 
Looking to Lily now made him rethink his conclusions about the power to read minds. Briand always wondered what such a power would be like. He came to the conclusion that it voided the sanctity of individuality. This time, however, this particular woman made him realize how chaotic such an ability would be. Just what was going on in her head? Was he difficult to be around? Or perhaps his ability to read situations has dwindled over his years in this cathedral? "Hey..."


He crossed the distance between them to appear behind her. His long arms wrapped around her now as he let his cheek rest on her head. He embraced her warmly, tightly from behind as though she were truly cherished. Perhaps she was. "Relax. I didn't save you to neglect you and leave you alone." He spoke to her clearly, his hands moving to hold her hips firmly, securely. He was so strong and somehow, so in control. "You're not just some experiment. Not just some means to an end."

"I have... Many reasons to take care of my sweet Princess."
 
Suddenly he was there. He was behind her, holding her to him. Her small frame pressed against him. She felt the tenderness in his embrace. He spoke openly with her, there was nothing hidden or twisted that could miss interrupt. She drew a deep breath now relaxing into him. Feeling safe and cared about. “I just want to be with you, I care about you deeply, even though its been only a short time, there is something about you that I don’t ever want to let go of.” She smiled softly “I don’t want you to let go of me.” She meant that in both the figurative and the literal sense. She loved him touching her hold her. Lily carefully turned around. Her arms slipping around him. “I wont let go of you”
 
Briand was always truly alone in this cruel world. Nothing was like him, and thus, no one could ever truly understand him. Even among Vampires he was a complete freak. Humans might come close to his heart, his evil depths. However, to do so they would have to have a god complex. To do so, they would have to think of themselves as a messiah. To do so, they would have to be a king. Despite this, his problems evaporated in her warmth. To feel her, smell her, his Princess brought true relief to his aching soul. "Who said you would ever have to let go of me? Huh?" He calmly responded as his hands smoothed down her little black dress with one hand on her lower back and the other sneaking beneath her dress to hold her ass in his big hand. "You're mine." He whispered against her forehead before peering down into her eyes with his monstrous red glowing gaze.
 
Her heart felt lighter after hearing his words. She smiled a little as she hugged him to her, her firm breast pressing against him . Her body was so still so young and firm, not yet being ravaged by the old age. He could feel its tightness as he held the firm globes that was her ass. She didn’t pull away from his touch. Her purple eyes looking back at him. “Well you could grow tired this foolish girl and make me let go of you.” She hoped he never would.
 
"And miss out on this foolish Princess's beautiful body? Hardly." He mused, though the look on his face should register as genuine for her perfect purple eyes. Her round and firm young ass was treated properly in his large hand's grasp, effortlessly translating his intents to her. "You couldn't escape me if you tried. I'll pin you down and hold you close no matter what." Mischief and darkness flowed around his sharp tongue and deep voice like intricate layered sweetness in raw natural honey. Her breasts to his chest warmed him such that he was a noticeable shade less pale, though still ghostly in appearance. Despite her efforts, the difference in their height would make her appear to be clinging to or trying to climb him. Not that it wasn't comfortable. "Show me how deep that feeling goes... Rest your upper body on this table and point your rear to me."
 
She smiled as he called her beautiful. Her eyes galanced over at the table as he suggested. She looked back him, she wasn’t sure why he would want her to bend over the table, making a sweet pouty face. “But then I would have to let go of you, and you would need to let go me. I am not sure I want to do that just let.” She truly didn’t want to let go him, she liked his warmth around her body. “But if you really want me to.” She slowly stepped away from him, her hands slowly sliding from around his body. She moved to the table balancing over her shoulder at him, she looked at he table again and her cheeks blushed she was starting to feel foolish. She was so innocent, as she lightly bent over the table. She bit her lip hard hoping this is what he wanted.
 
Her pouty face, while intentionally sweet, warmed the depths of his soul like nothing else could. "Yes, but there are plenty of... Entertaining activities we can undertake that way." He reasoned with her, pleased that she obeyed albiet with a blush and the look of uncertainty whether she wanted him to see it or not. He still grinned watching her lean lightly over the table. At all points when her eyes would search over her shoulder for his own, he'd give her the comfort of finding his own wicked pair on her purple gaze. "Yes, a lot like that." His deep voice tried to reassure her as his eyes now roamed her backend whether she was watching him do it or not. The way he looked to her now was riddled with pleasure and intent. Her body would delight him no matter what. He approached her rear slowly with his bulge pressing her, he aimed the hot and rock hard mass for her womanhood. "Feel that?" His deep, dark voice invaded the room around them. With just one hand he brushed her little skirt up to her lower back so only her panties and his thin trousers separated them, and the same hand slipped up to her shoulder blades to slowly guide her into leveling her back and pressing her breasts into the table. "Does that innocent mind of yours know what this is? My cock?"
 
Lily felt weird like this, to her it lacked intimacy. Should found it hard to connect with him as she faced away from him. She didn’t understand why she missed it so much she liked being close to him as she was before, she liked the feeling of being safe and cared about when he held her in his arms. Not she felt exposed. She tried to relax, knowing he was enjoying this sight of her bent over the table. She tensed however when she felt his large bulge press itself against her sensitive womanhood. She relaxed again realizing they were both still clothed. Her womanhood responded though to the feeling of his manhood pressed against it. It pulsed with want.
 
He could feel her through their clothing and what he felt was rather inviting despite what he assumed from her body language. Briand leaned over Lily so that he was even closer with some of his chest running along her back with his bulge now rubbing her womanhood slowly but non-deliberately. "Hey." He whispered with a grin, kissing her left ear as both of his hands rubbed her shoulders and upper arms. "I miss that voice of yours. Use your words." He was using context to taunt her playfully while his own voice was deep, penetrating and somehow warm. As though he were teasing an old friend, and most certainly the way a man should share his thoughts with a cherished lover.
 
She felt him press against her now. She closed her eyes he was closing now and she enjoyed it more. She felt him press more against her. Her body wanting him. As he encouraged her to speak what she wanted she bit her lip. Her cheeks redden. “I want....I want you...to make love to me” she asked so softly and her voice so shy. She wanted him, she wanted to feel his tender embrace around her. She wanted him to claim her as his own. She wanted the tenderness of him not just the sex.
 
He examined Lily a little more closely now that he bridged the distance between them in the literal sense. Was what she said exactly what she had in mind? Judging from her body language and the time he's spent with her thus far, accounting for the fact that he couldn't and refused to attempt to read minds, he somewhat doubted that she voiced everything she wanted. She had more than one opportunity to pull those panties aside and plead with him to feel the warmth of his seed within her depths. Why did she mention a need for them to make love now? Of course he was being persuasive, direct and very lewd. But, he doubted he could have made her change her mind about something like this. No, he was sure this was in her heart as well. What wasn't she saying? His eyes narrowed as he brushed the hair over her neck aside to kiss the back of her neck so deeply that the bottom of his face also hid behind her. As he pulled back from her neck after the kiss he smiled. "Love? Is my dearest Princess ready for such a thing? Truly?" He wondered if he could be the warm and tender man he imagined she expected of him. Though, he feared he was a little too much of a monster to pull such a display off. He cherished her for certain. That much he was sure of. But, he was no simple human man. He wondered if he'd robbed her from her chance at a normal human male with his greed. His right hand left her shoulder as he drew a perverse and slow line against her spine over the dress. Intentionally. He shifted his hips in a small pattern to stimulate her womanhood with his bulge through her panties and his trousers. "I may need a little more convincing." He was certainly teasing, but in a playful way still. This was the warmth he could provide her, at least in this second. The next could be different.
 
Lily shivered as she felt his lips upon her neck. She was a bit worried she had scared him off with what she said. OF course she could have just said sex but that was not what she wanted. She wante all of him not just sex. She was worried though that he wouldn’t be able to give himself to her completely or worse he didnt want to/ at his words she slowly turned around. She made she she did it slowly as not to chase him away. As she turned her body now righted itself and she pressed herself to him. Her arms wrapped around him making. She stood on her tip toes and kissed him. It a slow kiss with gentle passion. Carefully she broke the kiss looking into his eyes. SHe thought about his question was this what she truly wanted and she smiled “what do you truly want?”
 
She took him by surprise as she stood and turned to face him despite his presence over her and the proximity of their lovely lower bits. Taking into account her own response to him commanding her to use her words, this seemed to be in a sharp contrast to her stated desire. At least, this would seem to be the case for the uninitiated and dull few men who couldn't read between lines and wouldn't bother to learn more about Lily in the time they'd spend with her. Briand wasn't surprised by any notion that such an action would run contrary to her words as he knew just by the contact of their skin that her heart didn't desire something purely physical. He was surprised by how bold she could be. How she acted despite his own advances and actions. This princess could be a formidable enemy one day if he wasn't careful. She certainly didn't lack any will in the face of a monster as powerful and twisted as himself. That, or he wasn't doing his own reputation justice. She had an effect over him, that was for certain. Either he wasn't being himself, or he's let her inside not only his literal Cathedral of the Damned but perhaps even the figurative walls of his own heart. In essence: Maybe she enabled him to be the man he couldn't show anyone else?

In either case, the result was the same. They rather enjoyed each other's company. As she took to her tippy toes to kiss him, he grasped her perfect hips in his giant palms as his fingers also gripped around her wonderful curves. His hold on her was at once both intimate and controlling as he pulled her lower body against his own and wouldn't allow her to leave her tippy toes even as she finished their kiss. His face remaining close to her own even if the shade of his hair obscured everything despite his evil eyes. "What do I want?" He pondered the question before responding. "I have either the ability or resources to take, make, or do whatever my creative intuition demands. And yet it rings hollow. These walls. My ambitions for the future of my kin. Empty. I know I must want these things, but I know I don't want them with every last fiber of my being. There remains doubts. As though there is a nagging feeling in my chest that I can't shake." He bite his lip and narrowed his eyes. "Forgive me, my Princess. I don't mean to evade your question. Let me make this a little more direct." He stepped forward, making her sit on the table as he gave her a really deep kiss of his own with his hands on her lower back. As he pulled back, he watched her eyes closely. "Before I found you I didn't know the first thing about what I was missing. And now that I have you I struggle to keep myself from biting you or scaring you. I can't keep myself from needing you." There were undertones playing on his hunger despite his eyes and tone clearly weaving his words together to spell 'Love'.

He cherished her for more than her heritage or her good looks. A creature of his age and experience dancing around the concept of not killing her should have been evidence enough of that. He's closely interwoven with the upper class humans and he's seen beauty before. He's ancient. She was different and the look in his eyes now was unique for her. Just as she is for him.
 
She listen to his words as he talked of the empty feeling he had about what he should do with his enteral life. She knew that feeling all to well. Before she had become ill, and ending up on his door step her life was going to be one given to god as dictated by the people around her. She didn’t want that she wanted more, but she knew she had to want what they wanted for her. She could connect with him on that level.

As she sat up on that table looking into his eyes she knew what she wanted the rest of her life. Him. “Maybe you have felt empty for so long because you had no one to share your life with...Briand I want to share my life with you, if you will allow me to help fill that void you feel” her words were so delicate much like how she was, a delicate flower.
 
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