Royal Pet, I Think Not![SOULdier3 x SeraphinexLight]

Luka, realizing he may have been hurting her, loosened the grip on her forearm but didn't let her go. She lifted her hand to his face, his eyes watching it move in a rather calculated fashion, before it landed on his cheek. Sub consciously he leaned into her touch, having not decided yet if he liked it. With his sharp vision he could see every muscle in her body tense, and perhaps even the slightest bit of fear underlay her eyes. He hadn't treated her anywhere close to this since she had first arrived; her fear didn't bother him though, it actually just made whatever it was inside of him grow in intensity.

Her lips parting sent an electric shock throughout his body - it was plain to see his eyes fill with a different emotion entirely for her: lust, desire, passion. It was all there. Her whimpering words only proved to increase his want that was slowly turning into a need. Extending his large arm out around her, his fingers found the hem of her shirt, sliding under it to rest on the small of her back. Feeling her skin shiver in response was all the motivation he needed; keeping his cool was no longer an option. Every feeling of want came rushing back to him all at once, and he realized, he had never truly forgotten his intentions in the first place. She would be his, body and soul.

Picking her up a bit firmly, he didn't exactly toss her on the bed, so much as he dropped her in a slightly rough manner. It was in his nature. Luka wasn't naturally gentle. Stealing one last glance at her wide, often naive and innocent eyes, he crushed his lips against hers, embracing the heat that met his skin as they met each other in a kiss. He was dominating for sure, masculine grace and strength rolling off of him in waves as he kissed her rougher and rougher as the seconds wore by. His breathing was a bit ragged, and he could hear her heart laboring in her chest, only spurring him further. He wanted her. And not just a little. He wanted her bad.

The world seemed frozen around them, still to watch their reactions to each other. Luka's grip upon her wrist lightened, but he didn't remove his hand from her, instead his arm wrapped around her and his other hand settled under her shirt on the small of her back. Shivers ran through her body at his touch, the cool feel of his hand making her almost giddy. He leaned into the palm of her hand, her fingers lightly grazing his cheek as her eyes lit with interest. As Sophia's eyes watched his she could see everything. She could see his lust, desire, and passion and it all mirrored in her eyes. The fear still lingered beneath her emerald eyes, but it was sitting on a back burner.

Sophie was suddenly picked up and dropped on the mattress, a gasp flying from her lips and into the room. Her eyes were wide as she stared up at him, excitement and confusion mixing in her eyes. Many emotions were falling around her, but none of them mattered as he finally crushed his lips against hers. His kisses were rough, it was new to her, so much more passionate then she'd ever experienced before. Their skin burned against each other, her arms wrapping tightly around him as she slipped her tongue out from between her lips.

Her tongue darted out, sliding across his lips, asking for entrance into the cavern. He was so strong, but yet he wasn't weighed down by his strength, he moved smoothly and swiftly. Her heart was beating at an incredible rate, and her chest rose and fell in quick intakes of air. He wanted her, she wanted him. They wanted each other, and she wondered how long this hidden lust had been beneath their skin. Her nails scratched at the back of his shirt, begging to feel his skin against her body. Skin to skin. She turned her head from the rough kisses and gasped for air,"Clothes..." she purred, her eyes lit with an intense passion. She wanted them off, she wanted to feel him.

"Now..." she pleaded as her lips returned to his, her hands running through his hair and gripping his face close to hers. Her body already thrummed with the anticipation, knowing that what was to come would blow her mind. Her body had been waiting for this moment, despite how her mind had been oblivious, her body had been waiting patiently.

He almost growled in longing as she ran her fingers through his hair, sending lightning shocks racing from his head to his toes. Her pleas only intensified that feeling; he had no problem obliging her desires as his hands deftly slipped up her shirt and tugged it off of her small frame. He paused for a moment, allowing his gaze to linger over her bare stomach and breasts tucked snug in her bra before he removed his own shirt. He wanted to feel her, skin to skin - he didn't know how he had ignored this raging chemistry for so long, it felt so intrinsic and urgent at the moment.

Returning his lips to her own, he suspended himself over her with one hand, using the other to urge her to arch her back long enough for him to unhook the clasp on her bra and pull it off. He was obviously a bit experienced, managing to do so in just under a few seconds. A low groan passed his lips as he wrapped that same arm under her, pulling her upwards until their bare chests were crushed together. The heat was so close to being too much, that he couldn't resist it. He was cracking here in a sense, showing how much passion swam beneath the surface of his cold exterior, but he couldn't be bothered. The want had officially become a need.

Pulling away after a few moments, his lips roamed the edge of her jaw, dropping down to her neck, stopping to savor the sweet sound of her blood pulsing. He didn't bite her though, merely inhaled the aroma before moving lower, his arm still wrapped beneath her back. His teeth took the edge of her collar bone a bit roughly, though not enough to harm - there was so much tension hanging between them, his muscles were rippling gracefully yet rigidly as the overwhelming heat grew and grew. Upon his lips reaching the curve of her right breast, he felt her body quite literally quake in response. Pulling her even closer to him if that was possible by this point, he watched as her nipples strained towards him, aroused before he even touched them. Swirling her right nipple into his mouth, he nibbled, bringing up the hand he wasn't using to cup her left breast, pinching the left nipple a bit roughly in the process.

He loved the sound of her heart beat, and feeling her body react to him so strongly.

Sophia sighed in bliss as Luka's hands slipped up her shirt to remove it, tossing it aside. Her eyes roamed his chest as he removed his own shirt, his muscles were so distinct and her lips parted as she reached her hands out to touch them. His hand roamed beneath her causing her to arch her back, within seconds her bra had fallen from her chest, leaving her bare at long last. She felt pleasure roll over her as she continued to eye up Luka before he crushed their chests together. A moan lifted from her throat as she felt his skin rub against her bare breasts. "Luka..." she whispered, eyes closing.

His lips touched hers once more and she arched her back willingly now. He trailed his lips down her jaw and she felt her breathing become shaky and slower, as if she was anticipating something. He bit down on her collar bone and she cried out, but it was in pleasure more then anything else. He didn't bit through her skin, he was just intensifying the passion between them. He then moved down to focus on her breasts and a moan instantly escaped her, loud and clear.

She couldn't believe she'd managed to not jump him all the weeks earlier. He was so skilled and every touch he gave sent her whirling into a void of blissful passion. It was truly amazing and Sophia was filled with intense longing, not wanting the moments to end. She'd lay in bed with him all day and night, just begging for his electrifying caresses and nibbles.

"Luka...." she purred. Her nipple were erect and hard as he took it within his mouth, swirling it around and nibbling it. She was feeling so wonderful, her skin tingling and heat quickly filling her. She felt hot in her pants and wished they would just disappear. Luka's hand cupped her left breast and pinched the nipple making her eyes widen and a smile light up her face. "Oh, yes..." she encouraged. Her breathing no longer slow with anticipation, but fast and labored. If it felt so good already she was almost afraid to feel what would come later. "Luka..." she whispered,"Pants...." she growled, back arching against his lips.

Her hands roamed down his arms and to his waist but she was too small to reach his pants, her fingers continued to strain though. Her hands suddenly dropped to the bed as another wave of pleasure from his touches wracked her body.

Another low growl emitted from his chest at all of her moaning and whimpering. She was driving him crazy. Absolutely insane. The more he touched her the faster they both went, as the feelings grew and grew into what he was expecting to be an incredible climax. His breathing was heavier, if that was possible, his heart even hammering in his chest. There was something different about this girl, something that set his very body on fire. He didn't know what to call it, nor did he know how to analyze it, all he knew was that at that moment, he became incredibly possessive. She was his, no one else's. The sheer amount of aggression and protectiveness that overwhelmed him scared him a little, though he pushed it aside, mixing it instead with the passion that was almost clogging his lungs by this point. He could barely breathe.

The way she said his name sent chills down his spine; Master Luka found himself submitting to her whims and desires as he quickly removed his arm from beneath her and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them down and off of her legs. His eyes shone brightly as moonlight streamed in through his window, wandering up from the curve of her legs, stopping on the only material that separated him from her bare, natural body. He flashed her an intense look then, only softened slightly by the tiniest hint of a smirk as he watched her squirm for his pants. She was just as eager as he, if not more so, which for whatever reason, Luka found absolutely delightful. Leaning towards her, one rough hand found the curve of her leg, settling itself on the crevice behind her knee, pulling her leg up around his waist. His right arm then returned to her body, squeezing and twisting her right nipple much rougher than he had before, watching as she fumbled with the button on his pants.

"You're trembling Sophia," He murmured into her ear, as she continued struggling with his pants. His Russian accent that he often hid quite well, came through strikingly as he spoke, obviously revealing itself in passionate displays when he couldn't be bothered to hide it. After a few more seconds of this, he smiled devilishly against her cheek, dropping a kiss to just below her ear before extending his hand out to the tiny one situated on the waist of his pants. Pressing his hand over her own, he unbuttoned it for her, but left her to deal with the zipper as his lips once more roamed the soft crevices of her body, inhaling the scent of her flesh and blood. She was so... alive. So different than a vampire.

Sophia felt powerful, but she knew she wasn't in control. Despite Luka answering all her pleads, he was the one controlling the situation. But the way he touched her, the way he seemed to need her, she felt like she was a goddess, a creature to be held in awe. Her body grew with need for him as his hand slipped out from behind her back and quickly removed her pants. Her lips turned up in a dazzling smile as she laughed breathlessly. "Oh yes..." she whispered fiercely, eyes hungry for more of him, more of his body. He'd seen her bare and exposed before, but she had never once been able to view his entire body. His body was like art to her, perfectly sculpted and cool to the touch.

Her leg was pulled around his waist and her fingers shot out to fumble with his pants. However the pleasure of his touches were so intense that she found her fingers slipping from the button everytime she grasped it. She was indeed trembling,"You make it hard not too..." she teased, eyes full of lust and passion. Lust that needed to be sated, and passion that just seemed to grow more and more with every passing minute. She cried out in sudden ecstasy as he roughly twisted her nipple, sending ripples of pleasure wafting through her nerves. "Oh Luka!" she cried out as he finally helped her with his pants.

His voice sent her mind spinning, the Russian accent made her insides melt. That was why she loved Moscow, everyone had the most wonderful accents, the men especially. The sound of Luka's voice reverberated through her chest, leaving her momentarily stunned. Once he undid the button of his pants she quickly unzipped them.

Her foot flexed up and one of her toes hooked onto the lip of his pants. She then shoved her foot down, and with it his pants were at his ankles. "That's better..." she purred, her tongue slipping out of her mouth to lightly moisten her lips. His lips began to roam her body again and she couldn't help but to whimper against them. His expert moves left her with nothing but intense bliss rushing through her veins.

Her hands slipped across his boxers, feeling the bulging member with excitement. Oh how she would savor the feel of him when he filled her, when her walls were tightening about his throbbing manhood. She'd scream and squirm until she couldn't move any longer. The mere thoughts of what was to come made her cry out in a loud moan.

She was as playful and expressive in bed as she was out of it; Luka liked that. Vampire women tended to be one of two things: cold and intense, or verging on attempting to be domineering, which definitely was not his cup of tea. He had to be in control - the sadistic streak in him dictated that in every situation, he was at the head of things, even to the point of scaring others. Truth be told, fear was somewhat of a turn on for him, he fed off of it. He almost laughed at her enthusiasm as she tugged his pants off, instead finding another low groan escaping his mouth as she brushed her hand against him, only reinforcing his impatience to get inside of her.

Luka was a bit of a tease though - he liked pushing people to their limits, so he fought a bit to regain a small amount of control. Slowly slipping his hand beneath the waist band of her panties, he gently and leisurely pulled them down her thighs and tossed them off the bed, rendering them useless. His hand massaged her thigh a bit, moving closer and closer to the folds of her inviting pussy. By this point his erection was so engorged it was almost painful, but he continued to move a bit slowly.

All at once, he slipped one large finger inside of her, pressing his lips against her own, feeling the muscles of her walls contract around his finger. He had always figured she would be tight, for whatever reason, but exactly how tight she was shocked him. Which is where his curiosity came into play. Slipping another finger inside of her, he felt her body strain a small bit just at that, which meant his large member would certainly stretch her out quite a bit.

"котенок, how many have you been with?" The nickname slid off of his lips so easily, you would've thought he had been calling her that for years; in fact, it was the first time he had ever used it. In Russian, it meant kitten, which she had always reminded him of, especially now with her purring. By 'been with' he meant how many guys she had slept with, her tightness being the catalyst for his curiosity.

Sophia was almost enjoying herself too much, it felt sinful. But she'd never been one to follow the laws of the holy book, so being sinful made her heart jump in the most wonderful of ways. He was teasing her it seemed, for though his body and eyes told her he wanted her as soon as possible, he was moving in slow movements, prolonging the foreplay to painful measures. His hand slipped beneath top of her panties and he slowly tugged them down, before tossing them to the floor. She growled in impatience as he massaged her thigh,"Luka..." she moaned,"You tease..." she whispered as his hand moved closer and closer to her core. But then one of his large fingers slipped inside of her and she moaned in delight. "Oh.." her head turned to the side, her cheek pressing into onto the sheets.

Her walls were tight around him and the feel of his finger moving against them made her squirm and bite her lip. His words filled the room around them and she turned her face to look at him, her eyes glazed over in wonder. Her lips were parted as her breath escaped once again in rapid intakes of air. "A feather, dear Master..." she teased in response to his words.

Sure, Sophia had been with countless guys, had plenty of foreplay, but she'd never wanted to go any farther then that. She'd be nude, and exposed, she'd toy with them, they'd toy with her, but she never found someone worth the time to actually have sex with. So in the basic definition of it, Sophia was indeed a virgin. She could only hope that Luka wouldn't mind it, perhaps it would even make him feel more in power since he got to not only have her, but also have her innocence.

She bit her lip as his touches made her yearn for more, her fingers continued to graze the expanse of his thick member, she could almost feel it throbbing beneath her fingertips. "I do hope...that..isn't a problem..." she spoke playfully as she tried to keep her voice from expressing the feelings thrumming through her body.

Luka arched an eyebrow at her witty response, pulling away from her neck to meet her gaze and gauge what she was thinking. A virgin. What an interesting prospect. Generally speaking, they were a bit hard to come by as far as Pets went. He liked the idea though - liked that notion that he was the only one touching her, the one to take her innocence. It suited his possessiveness quite nicely. Wiggling his two fingers inside of her a bit, he squeezed a third one in, trying to stretch her a little, to make what was coming soon after less painful.

Smirking against her ear as she spoke, he nibbled on her earlobe a small bit before grabbing her small hand that was tracing his member and moving it out of the way as he removed his underwear and tossed them aside, much like he had done with hers. Watching her gaze drop, he fought a chuckle of satisfaction before removing his fingers from inside of her. They were dripping with her juices, he smiled in response, wiping them off on his newly washed sheets.

"It's going to hurt at first, котенок, maybe a lot," He warned, though not in a tone that said that she could back out now. She had gotten him to where he was, she would just have to live with the consequences of that. More or less, Luka was just preparing her for the inevitable. Not to mention the fact that she let slip she was a virgin... now he seriously had to have her.

Dropping lower so he was pressed against her once more, the tip of his manhood pressing snugly against her thigh as he took her lips into his mouth once more, larges hands roaming her body shamelessly. Without much warning, he shifted to the side a bit, feeling the tip of him automatically find her slick entrance. He sat there for a moment, letting the sensation wash over the two of them, feeling her quiet and shake beneath him in anticipation. Rocking forward slowly, as to not cause her too much pain, the amount of resistance he was met with from her tight muscles squeezed a groan out of his lips. Oh, he could get used to that.

Sophia gasped as Luka moved his fingers around inside her, and then smiled as a third finger slipped into her folds. She could tell he didn't mind her being a virgin, if anything he enjoyed it. The stretching of her core made her moan, it didn't hurt, not yet, and though she knew it would, she was prepared for it. She longed to feel the piercing pain as he entered her, her womanly lips throbbed at the mere thought of his tip touching her.

She wanted him to have her most innocent and treasured possession; her virginity. Despite her earlier despair at the thought of being owned by anyone, she wanted to be possessed, to belong to someone. To belong to Luka. As he nibbled on her earlobe she smiled, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip harshly. But then- he removed his underwear and her eyes went wide with lust. "Oh Luka..." she purred, eying up what was surely going to enter her soon. His fingers slipped from her folds and she felt lost for a moment, begging for that pleasure to return to her.

"I think I can handle the pain..." she retorted with a feisty spark in her eyes. His voice proved they wouldn't be turning back, this was going to happen whether or not she wanted it. But she did indeed want it, she wanted it more then anything in a long while. He dropped lower, pressing against her and then she stiffened as his manhood pressed against her leg.

His lips stole her own and she felt herself pressed against him, kissing him with a passion that she'd never felt before. They'd been passionate at the beginning, but now with him so close to her, so exposed body to body, she felt herself fill with the deepest of all passion. A cry was caught in her throat as he shifted, the tip of him set right at her entrance, teasing her. "Luka..." she pleaded, eyes closed as her head pressed deep into the bed.

He came forward slowly, she knew it was for her own good that he didn't slam into her. As he came into her she felt the pain, the agony as her core was filled with him. His groan filled her ears and she felt tears sting at her eyes. She could handle pain, she was strong. She bit her lip harshly, as a groan of both pain and a hint of pleasure threatened to burst from her mouth. Sophie bit so hard she drew blood from her lip, the crimson liquid beading up on her bottom lip as she finally parted her lips to let the sound tumble from her mouth. She was tight, incredibly tight around his thick manhood, and he filled her to the brim.

It hurt, but after a few moments of getting used to him the pleasure overcame the pain and she felt alive again. She was no longer a virgin, he'd taken that from her, but she was glad he did. Besides, it wouldn't matter if she was upset about, it was done and over with, there was no turning back. Never was.

Luka took in deep breaths, willing himself to stay slow as he slid inside of her inch by inch. Without even trying, her tight walls were milking him; it sort of felt like heaven. Be it the fact that their chemistry was killer, or that he had such a tight, pretty little innocent young thing beneath him and totally his for the taking, he didn't know; but he relished in it. He felt her muscles tense and go rigid with the pain - truth be told, it only brought him delight. Luka was exerting a serious amount of self control, keeping gentle as he slipped deeper inside of her. He was doing a damn good job of it too... up until the point when the oh-so-familiar scent of blood wafted into his nostrils.

Dark eyes instantly shot to her lip, where the smell was coming from. Blood represented the ultimate pleasure for a vampire, that mixed with their current state, and he almost went wild. His eyes dilated rather immediately, and he felt her cringe in fear - however Luka was quite resilient when it came to resisting his urges, so he forced his teeth to stay their normal size as he leaned down and enveloped her in a kiss, eagerly allowing the small beads of blood trickle into his mouth. As such, an animalistic sort of growl vibrated in his chest, a reaction he couldn't very well control, as everything combined to push him into a state of utter bliss.

At first he sucked a bit harder on her lip, pulling more blood out of the wound, but quickly he stopped himself, deciding she was in enough pain without it. Luka wasn't sure how she managed to bring out gentlest sides of him, yet the most sadistic sides of him... sometimes even at the same time. It left him feeling very conflicted over her.

He could tell physically when the pain began to merge with pleasure for her, as she arched her back and leaned into him rather than away. Following suit, he increased his pace a little, eager to watch the flush of climax rush it's way from her head to her toes. He wanted to make her scream, he wanted to make her beg.

"Tell me before you cum," Luka instructed masterfully in her ear, slamming a bit deeper into her as he did so, feeling her muscles stretch and tear in response. He was rather large, very large in fact - he could only imagine what kind of damage he was doing to her body right now. The thought only increased his desire. Wrapping one hand around her throat, he held it there, not squeezing, but holding her tightly in a very possessive way as he pressed his lips against her jaw, breathing heavily into her ear.

Sophia gritted her teeth until the pleasure was all she felt, her back arching so much that she was literally pressed against him, seemingly making his thrusts deeper. As she watched his face she felt a trickle of fear as she noticed his eyes. They seemed to dilate as the blood beaded on her lip. She couldn't tear her eyes away but then moaned as his lips pressed down on her, a needy kiss. The blood from her lips slipped into his mouth and she grabbed at his back with her nails, sending harsh red lines down his flesh.

He sucked on her lip, and it was only a little painful, honestly she didn't mind it that much, not with what else was going on with her body. It was odd, she seemed to make him so angry when they began their relationship, and he'd been cruel, but now he often showed her a gentle side of himself, one that she was sure not many others saw. It made her happy to know she could bring out another side of the vampire. Luka's pace increased and Sophia moaned in utter amazement. Waves of pleasure rushed over her, it was like the feather but so much better not only in the aspect of pleasure, but because there was no intense pain rushing through her body.

Her nerves were exploding as he thrusted into her, she pressed hard against him with every movement he made, increasing the pleasure for the both of them, not that it could get much better. Her cheeks were red, as was her chest, the activity leaving her tingling all over. A scream echoed in the room as she felt her core send a rather shocking explosion of ecstasy through her. "Oh, oh Luka..." she cried. It was better then she could have ever imagined it to be.

Her finger dug harder into his back, as if she could climb into his skin and feel him all over her. Her nails seemed to almost break the skin on his shoulders as she raked them continuously in a grabbing motion across his skin,"Luka..." she moaned. She felt herself grow hotter and hotter, and each thrust seemed to get easier to bare as she became slicker.

He wanted her to tell him before she came? Oh she could do that! And it wouldn't be long either, not with the incredible size of what was inside her. She'd burst in no time. She ran her hands back to his face and grabbed it, pulling his lips against hers roughly. She pulled away and looked him in the eyes with a smile. She wondered, did blood make it so much more pleasurable for him? She wanted to please him, make this everything he'd ever wanted.

If he only took a little, and continued to thrust inside of her, she was pretty sure she could handle him biting her. With a devilish grin she pulled his head to the side to whisper in his ear,"I want you to bite me..." she whispered, her tongue slipping out and tickling his earlobe,"Take my blood ..." she pleaded. If blood could make him even more pleasured, she'd do it willingly.

The muscles in his back tensed as she cut him with her nails, but truthfully it really only added to the whole ordeal. He felt like he was in some sort of haze - one that had overcome his senses and his intellect, stealing any logic away from him as he thrust head first (no pun intended) into his desires. In the back of his mind, he knew she was effected by this haze as well, having so willingly lept into his bed and spread her legs for him, to speak. As previously stated, the air liked to instantly change between them, at such a staggering pace, neither could keep up. One minute he hated her, the next they were best friends, and the next they were passionate lovers.

Every time his name passed her lips, his body stiffened in response, as if he were the one trained to react to her, rather than the other way around. He couldn't help himself, he just couldn't get enough of this girl, even when they were as physically close as possible, he wanted to squeeze deeper. Grabbing her hips, he lifted her up a little higher, before grabbing one of her legs and raising it above her head, so he could get even deeper penetration. The vampire smiled as he watched her eyes roll back in satisfaction. She was getting close, he could feel it.

At her offer, Luka slowed a bit, mulling it over for a moment. She wasn't going to last much longer anyway, and the blood would speed up the process for him... as well as the fact that he had never actually tried both feeding and fucking -to be crude- at the same time before. Gauging her feelings through making eye contact, Luka deduced that she was genuinely okay with it... not that it really mattered anyway. He could do with her what he wanted. She had had enough time to replenish her blood since the last time he had fed, not to mention the fact that he had enough self control not to take too much.

As he shifted her a little bit, still keeping her leg by her head, he thrust deeper and harder into her than he had before, barely giving her a taste of his capabilities, going easy on her considering this was her first time and all. Leaning down, he ran his lips across her body, never breaking pace as he reached her neck, the opposite side of where he had bitten her before. The vein was plump and pumping quickly, basically offering to be bitten. Suckling there for a moment, he let her feel his teeth extend and graze her skin as her warning, before he sank them precisely into the spot he wanted. The muscles in his shoulders tensed and contracted as the combination of blood and her virgin pussy racked his body with waves of ecstasy.

He slammed harder into her still, wanting her to scream louder for him, wanting to feel her body shudder in absolute ecstasy.

As her leg was pressed up by her head she gasped, he seemed to get even deeper, and she was suddenly thankful for her daily stretches, it kept the position from being uncomfortable. She was so close to cumming that she almost shook with the effort to keep herself in line. "Oh Luka!" she cried out as he continued thrusting, making her cry out more and more, until she was just panting beneath him.

He seemed to think about the biting for a moment, but it didn't take him long to grasp the idea and go with it. His lips pressed against her neck, making her shiver with absolute delight. Her heart was beating painfully hard as his teeth grazed the skin and then sunk down into the vein, letting his mouth fill with her sweet, warm blood. Her lips parted in a scream at the bite, but it turned into a loud and pleasant moan. Her eyes clenched shut as she cried out and moaned, mixing the air with her cries and her shouts of his name. His thrusting was sending her over the edge, and she felt like she was really going to just up and explode at any minute.

Pleasant waves of ecstasy rushed through her body, running beneath her skin, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She wasn't going to last much longer, not long at all. "Luka...Luka..." she cried out,"Oh...I'm...I'm gonna cum..Oh Luka..." she moaned. His thrusting continued, if not quickened at her statement. She was shaking a bit, her body throbbing to let its release take her over. Sophia was panting quicker and quicker until finally she screamed loudly, calling out Luka's name in pure amazement.

Her walls tightened around him, constricting his manhood tightly, as if the walls could be any tighter. His thrusts continued as her orgasm filled her, causing her body to convulse in quick, jerky movements. Her eyes were closed as she wrapped her arms around Luka's neck, holding him at her neck as he continued to feed off her. Pleasure radiated from every fiber of her being, and she didn't think it would ever end. The orgasm just continued to roll through her, it was as if she was having multiple ones in those moments. Moans and whimpers rushed from her lips as she turned her head to the side, giving Luka more room.

Her screams urged him to press harder and deeper inside of her, never slowing his rhythm, always staying in sync with her. Luka could feel heat rising from his toes up to his head as the warm blood spilled into his mouth, mixing with the orgasm building inside of him. He would make it only just a few seconds after her, which would work perfectly, seeing as he could pump her through her orgasm and extend her sensitivity as long as it could last. Nothing could compare to how he was feeling at the moment - on fire, burning... no turning back from here. He had just opened pandora's box, and he knew it.

The speeding of her heart told him so much more than anything else, and soon after she moaned in his ear that she was about to cum. He already knew that of course, but he liked hearing her saying it, her words spurring him to increase in speed, as well as suck harder on her vein. Luka wanted to get as much out of this as he could. The tingling was causing him to jerk a bit here and there, but he pushed through it, willing himself to dive deeper into the pleasure he was already swimming in.

As she screamed and wrapped her arms around his neck, the final constrictions of her pussy were what pushed him over the edge. Despite his best efforts, a loud groan escaped his lips, muffled by her neck as thrust one last time into her -the hardest yet- unloading loads of his hot cum deep inside of her.

Luka stayed like that for a moment, inside of her, relishing in the aftershakes as they pulsed through the both of them. He stopped feeding on her then, pulling away, even though it was difficult. He didn't wish to harm her. Meeting her eyes, Luka brought one hand up to wipe the sheen of sweat off of her forehead, absolutely eating up the expression on her face. She was spent - her world had been rocked. He loved having that knowledge. Pulling out of her, Luka pressed one final kiss to her lips before rising off of his bed and grabbing his fallen underwear, sliding it back on. He could smell blood, and he knew it wasn't the dribbles from her neck. He had to clean that up - even a well-fed vampire had trouble resisting blood.

Gliding into his bathroom -his muscles still quaking a little- he wet a hand towel before returning to the bed, gently guiding her legs back open as he took note of the damage there. Yeah, she was bleeding, and would probably take a few days to recover. Gently dabbing at the torn opening of her no longer virgin folds, he cleaned her up until the smell of blood was only lingering. Generally speaking, Luka didn't 'sleep' with the women he slept with - but Sophia broke all of his rules, why not that one? Sliding back into the bed next to her, he pulled her under the covers next to him and tightly into his chest, one hand going up to play with her hair as he closed his eyes, reveling in how she felt against him, and her still labored heartbeat.

Sophia continued in her soft whimpering even after he'd cum inside of her, her eyes were glazed over, but her mouth was turned up in a delighted smirk. She'd just had one of the best moments of her mortal life, and despite the painful edges, and the obvious side effects she'd feel, she was thrilled. Her head fell to one side as she watched Luka get up from the bed, his underwear slipped back on as he headed away and to the bathroom. Her breathing was still fast, and her chest rose and fell with obvious effort. When Luka returned, she didn't turn her gaze to watch him, she was much to tired.

She was aware as he spread her legs, what he was doing. He was cleaning her up. She'd heard stories about losing your virginity, and she assumed she was bleeding, but with how large Luka had been, she didn't want to know how much damage had been done. She'd feel the effects when she awoke the next day, and probably the days after that.

Sophie groaned softly as she lifted a hand to gently rub her forehead,"I'm...tired..Luka..." she whispered, still feeling the electricity between them. She felt like the chemistry and air between them would never really cease to exist, but she was alright with that. It sort of heightened their relationship, having it linger between them. Luka climbed in next to her and pulled her beneath covers, her bare body against his half-nude body. She snuggled in and smiled, her eyes closing in relaxation. "I do wish you didn't leave tomorrow...Say goodbye..if I'm still sleeping..." she murmured quietly.

She didn't get to hear a response. Between her tired body, and the gentle motions of his hand playing with her hair, she'd instantly fallen into a deep sleep. Her sleep was full of the steamy events she'd just experienced, but occasionally a flashback of her night with the feather would pop in and disturb her. She didn't like to linger on the past events with Luka, but sometimes they were hard to ignore.

Sophia slept soundly overall, only a few whimpers from strange nightmares disrupted the silent room. Other then that the room remained quiet while she slept.

Luka slid into a gentle sleep, relaxed by her heartbeat slowing and the steady rise and fall of her chest. His body still hummed in the after effects, and the air between them still buzzed. Whatever door they had unlocked... well, there was no closing it. There was no going back. Distantly he was aware that he shouldn't have been in this position - that honestly being that intimate with a human was sort of against the rules. That one day he'd have to find a Queen, and where did that leave Sophie? His wise mind was working all of this out, until an urgent voice silenced it. He didn't want to think about all of that at the moment. He couldn't control his feelings for her. They were just there.

Awaking, Luka glanced down to find the splendid little creature still snuggled up into his arms, head burrowed against his chest. He didn't want to leave her. But truth be told, this wasn't a meeting he was willing to let her attend. To get there, he had to cross through the city of Zarith, a vampire city on the outskirts of his castle, known for their pet trade and less than... pleasant vampire crowd. If he were so happen to lose her there, recovering her in the same mental state as she was now would have been difficult. She thought he had been cruel to her when she had first arrived - she truly had no idea what other vampires were capable of.

Gently sliding out from underneath her begrudgingly, Luka made sure she rolled back to sleep before he took his shower and got dressed in his much more formal business attire. Black slacks, black button down shirt, and a blazer. The back of his neck was visible, showing the intricate Royal Crest, proving that he was a member of the Royal Family. He hadn't much talked to Sophie about that - just the fact that he was high up and important, never that he would eventually take over the crown.

"котенок, I have to go now, I'll be back in a few days," He paused, watching her eyes flutter open, smiling a little. He lifted the covers up a bit, eyes inspecting her body for any bruises. Sex with a vampire wasn't exactly the most healthy thing a human could do. Gently squeezing her inner thigh, he tilted his head to the side a bit, his silent way of saying he hoped she wasn't too terribly sore. "Sleep as long as you want," Luka stopped with a chuckle realizing she didn't have an extra change of clothes. Moving over this drawers, he pulled out a big t-shirt and a pair of boxers, laying them out on the bed. "Try and behave while I'm gone," He teased, leaning down to drop a kiss on her neck before turning to exit the room.

Sophia stirred a little as Luka slid out of bed, but within seconds, her mind was overcome with dreams once again. It wasn't until he spoke again that her eyes actually fluttered open, he was leaving for his trip. She smiled slightly and nodded at his words. As she moved she groaned softly, her body hurting more then she'd expected,"I'll try to behave..." she teased as he kissed her neck. She watched him turn to exit the room and she snuggled back into the bed,"Goodbye Luka.." she called softly. Once he'd left the room she fell back asleep, not willing to deal with the pain yet. If they were going to continue the same type of relationship as the night prior, then she'd definitely have to get used to it.

She slept for several more hours, almost until the sun seemed to disappear once again for night to wash over the castle. Sophia yawned and sat up in the bed, a loud groan falling from her lips,"Oh...wow..." she mumbled as she moved to slide off the bed. As she moved to stand she yelped, her legs gave out from beneath her and she landed on her face. "Ow..." she murmured as she crawled to a sitting position. "That..is not cool..." she grumbled as she used the bed to help herself back up to a standing position. With a sigh she looked down at herself, she had his bite wound on her neck, it was still a bit tender, and her legs were sore. Neither felt as bad as her core though, she had a twinge of pain radiate from her insides with every move. But she smiled as she realized the pain was worth it.

Sophie grabbed the shirt and boxers that Luka had so kindly laid out for her, and wobbled her way to the bathroom where she could shower. She set the clothes on the sink and then turned the water on, making sure it was a hot as it could get. Then the human girl stepped into the stream of water, a soft cry falling from her lips as the water pelted on her back. It hurt having the water so hot, but she felt her muscles loosen from the built of tension as the water flowed over her. She showered for a little while before drying off and tossing on Luka's clothes. Sophie was smiling as she exited the bathroom, and then left Luka's bedroom. She ran into Melanie on her way out and smiled. "Hey, Mel..." murmured Sophie with a grin. Melanie was eying her up, a tight smile on her face. "What?" asked Sophie with a frown.

Melanie laughed,"What did you do?!" she exclaimed. "Uh...what?" asked Sophie, her face appearing puzzled. "You..you and Master Luka! You did something! What did you do!?" Melanie rushed.

"We...Why do you say that?" asked Sophie, not sure if the staff should all know about Luka's personal business. Melanie laughed and spoke again,"He was so full of smiles this morning. He was happy, and he was laughing! Nobody even said a joke, he was just...different.."

Sophie stiffened,"Uhm...I guess I just...didn't make him angry today...Look..I've..." she started to think of an excuse but couldn't,"Bye!" she mumbled as she brushed past Melanie's eager face and tried to run to her room. Her legs moved stiffly, but she eventually made it to he room without falling on her face. She entered the room and slammed the door behind her. "Oh god..." Sophie slid to the floor with her hands in her head.

Reality came crashing down upon her and she felt like she was going to scream. "What have I- Oh no no no!" she shook her head, her hands ruffling through her hair in agitation. She'd had sex with a vampire! She'd had sex with a vampire that had kidnapped her and kept her from her human life! He did save her life first...BUT-That shouldn't matter! He kidnapped her, tortured her with a stupid feather, and then she began to fall in line. She started to act the way she should, and before she realized it she'd forgotten all about the world she'd left behind. "I've..." she shook her head and stood, frowning as she walked towards her dresser. Why did she feel so connected to Luka? So close to him? The mere idea of being anywhere without him made her body shiver! "I have feelings for my sadistic master!" she cried out, her hand flying to her mouth in horror. "Oh my GOD!" she exclaimed, her heart beat rising.

"This can't...no...this is wrong. If I get caught up in feelings for him...there has to be rules against this! What if...what if he goes back to the way he was...." she shivered. The idea of Luka being cruel to her made her upset, but she never knew. Part of her felt like she could trust him, but the other parts feared him, knowing what he was. Sophie pulled open her dresser drawers and cursed ,"Melanie..you didn't finish washing my damn clothes!" cried Sophie with a groan of frustration. She went to the closet and frowned. "Really..." she snapped with her narrowed eyes. A dress sat on a hanger and she sighed. If that was all she had, she'd have to wear it. It was a simple dress, black, with a deep v-neck, straps covering her shoulders. It fell to her knees, and with a slight slit up her thigh it gave her a wide range of movement. "I have to leave...I can't...I can't be here and have feelings for Luka...I just...I can't do it!" she cried, her eyes watering at the idea of leaving.

Silently she slipped on a pair of black ballet flats and headed out of her bedroom. She smoothed her hair down as she walked the halls silently. Everyone was doing their nightly chores, so she didn't think it'd be that hard to slip out. As she reached the bottom floor of the castle she looked towards the door. A male servants stood there, in front of it. "Damn it..." she muttered. She looked around and smiled, a window. She slipped into the shadows of the castle and headed towards the window. She struggled to open it, but after a few minutes of fiddling with it, it slid up and she thanked the world for it not having a screen. Seemed old castles didn't have the new windows of the modern world. She slipped out the window and then frowned when she realized she wouldn't be able to close the window back up.

"I can't turn back...not now..." she assured herself as she dropped from the window and landed a few feet below. Her eyes scanned the area and she smiled. "There's a town right over there...just have to go through those woods first..." she grinned, feeling as if her luck was coming back. She wasted no time in running down towards the woods and beginning her journey.

The woods were dark, and rather frightening, but she moved swiftly and quietly, only occasionally tripping. A few sharp thorns scratched her skin and she cried out,"Ow..." she complained as she wiped the blood from her skin. She'd been in the woods for around an hour, walking through trees and bushes, but she eventually saw the opening to the town. "I wonder what this town is called," she murmured, her curiosity getting the best of her. Curiosity killed the cat.

Markus watched carefully, his green eyes flashing left and right as he took in the sights and sensory imagery of Zarith. He was a native, always on the lookout for anyone who didn't belong. Any pet that had roamed away from their master, any pet trader who was competition. Markus Nightshade was known for being the nastiest, cruelest and most successful Pet Trader around. He found the best girls, sold them at the highest prices, and treated them like utter dirt, which the vampire community seemed to like. He had everything from short to tall, broken to non-broken, etc.

Upon his eyes catching the small frame of what no doubt was a human girl, wandering straight into the heart of most likely the most dangerous city for her on the entire planet, he smiled. She was gorgeous. Had the whole innocent thing going, with her wide light eyes, not to mention the soft feminine curves in all the right places. Sending a glance to his partner, Nikolai, a blonde vampire situated closer to where the girl was walking, he smiled in acknowledgment. Such a fine product like that couldn't be passed up. Reaching out smoothly, the charming Nikolai caught the girls attention, though Markus couldn't hear their conversation. As she turned to walk away, however, Nikolai stealthily removed the cloth on his pocket drenched in chloroform and pressed it against her mouth; within seconds she had fallen limp into his arms.

"Wake up," Markus ordered, his thick Russian accent much rougher than Luka's royal, aristocratic accent. The girl was stirring on the cot - to reinforce this he reeled his hand back and slapped her directly across the cheek. Her eyes shot open then, wide with horror as she struggled to recognize her surroundings to no avail. "You wouldn't happen to have an owner, would you sweet thing?" He asked, his attractive features completely destroyed by his disgusting demeanor.

Nikolai was standing in the corner, arms crossed in boredom, as another light haired man strode through the door, a new recruit of Markus'.

"Where'd you find her? She looks too pretty for these parts," The man asked with a chuckle, moving over to the cot, cornering her in even further. In response the girl obviously shrank away from them, squeezing herself against the wall as her chest heaved up and down rapidly. Markus didn't feed on his merchandise... but something about her had sparked his attention, and he wasn't so sure he wanted to sell her anymore. Grabbing her thigh with his large hand, he pulled her away from the wall and to the edge of the cot, hands rising higher to remove her dress, eyes eating away at her figure hungrily.

Sophia had begun to walk into the town as a man approached her, he spoke a few words but she didn't want to talk so she started to walk away, only to have him reach out and press something across her mouth and nose. All she knew from then was darkness. A voice interrupted her sleep and she frowned, not wanting to listen to it. A smack made her yelp and open her eyes wide with terror. She looked around and didn't seem to recognize anything. Her cheek stung where the man had hit her and she bit her lip, fright and terror slipping into her emotions.

She looked to the man who was speaking against and frowned,"Yes...I do..." she snapped,"His name is L- Master Luka..." she growled, her eyes narrowed. She had been trying to get away from Luka, but if using his name could mean she'd be safer, she'd willingly go back to him. "Leave me alone..." she growled as she backed herself away from the man and up against the wall.

Sophie liked Russian accents, but this mans had such a cruel edge to it. She didn't like it one bit, it made her uneasy. She looked over at another man who began speaking, her face a distasteful scowl. All of a sudden the man in front of her grabbed her thigh, pulling her from the wall and to the edge of the cot she was on. His hands began to move up her dress, trying to remove it. Sophie yelped, her eyes wide once more as he tried to undress her. "stop it!" she cried it, her hands smacking at him desperately. "Get away from me," she cried out loudly, her legs thrashing out at the man.

Her legs hit him a few times, but it seemed he wasn't human, and so it didn't effect him. Was he a vampire like Luka? A terrifying thought lurked through her mind. Could the whole town be vampires!?

Markus was struggling slightly with her dress, but stopped instantly as her words registered. The three vampires paused for a moment, glancing down at her, a flash of fear crossing their eyes. However quickly, Markus begun laughing. A Royal's Pet? There was no way she would have gotten out of his castle, let alone had so much spirit to fight.

"So what you're telling us is, you are Prince Luka Demidov's Pet? And you just so happened to slip out of his sight, in the city of Zarith?" Markus asked mockingly as the other man grabbed her legs and held her in place. "You, are a dirty fucking liar," He stated cruelly, leaning into her face, inhaling the smell of her blood pumping fiercely through her veins. Markus removed her dress rather easily with the help of the other man, who's name he had forgotten. She feebly tried to cover herself with her arms, but he tore them away from her body, removing her bra and underwear roughly, not even stopping to savor the sight of her.

Despite the fact that this wasn't common practice, neither Nikolai or the other man were protesting. It was Markus' business after all - he could do with the girls what he liked.

Running his hands up the smooth skin of her thighs, he locked eyes with her directly, his dilating like an animals as the thought of her blood aroused the blood lust in him. His cock stiffened in his pants - but he realized then that he wanted to be alone with her, for now anyway. Shooting a deadly glare at Nikolai and the man, they quickly retreated, obviously fearing Markus. As soon as the door had slammed shut behind them, he turned back to the girl wriggling and fighting beneath him. Her fighting hardly registered, considering the fact that he was not only a vampire, but a male vampire, making him about ten times as strong as she was.

Rolling his eyes in annoyance at her screaming, he brought his hand up to her throat and squeezed tight enough to constrict her screaming.

"No one can hear you, and no one is coming for you," He paused, smiling sadistically "I will choke you to death and drink ever last drop of your blood before it runs cold with no remorse, keep that in mind sweet thing," It was a warning, and despite the fact that he was talking of killing her, he said it in quite a casual manner.

Rough hands roamed her body, making his erection even larger than it had been before. He smiled as her lips parted and trembled, giving him an idea. Pulling her down off the cot and onto her knees, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling his underwear under his large cock, stuffing it in her mouth before she had much chance at resisting. One hand rested on the back of her head, forcing the length of him deep inside of her throat, the other contentedly falling to her neck, wrapping around it loosely, just as a reminder of what he had said earlier.

Sophia was on the verge of tears as the man got her dress of and removed her undergarments. Why had she left the castle!? Why had she been such a fool? "I am his pet..." she cried. But then it hit her. Prince? Luka was a Prince! Her eyes were wide at this realization, and she was very puzzled. He had never told her that he was a Prince. She was almost glad she'd left, she had been in the dark about who he really was! Sophie felt guilty; it still wasn't her business what he was, or who he was. She wasn't anything special ,despite how she felt. She was still a pet. Despair washed over her, and all she wished for was to be dead. Lost to the world. She'd never have to face Luka again.

Hands touched her and she shivered, cries slipping from her lips. "Stop touching me!" she snapped as she glared at the man. But then she stopped, a hand squeezing her throat, stopping her screams. She choked, her eyes wide as the man spoke. He was threatening her, and she didn't care. He was a cruel man and she wasn't going to do as she was told, or put up with what he did to her. His hands roamed her body and she whimpered, her lips parting as her mind rushed with what she could do to stop him.

Suddenly she was on her knees and a cock was being shoved towards her and actually into her mouth. She gagged as he held her head, pushing himself deep inside her throat. Tears stung her eyes as they streamed down her cheeks. The taste of the man made her stomach churn, and she hated the feel of his hand holding her head, and the other around her throat. He was threatening her still, with the mere placement of his hand. Then a thought struck her and she decided she was going to take it.

With as much strength as she could Sophie bit down on the cock being rammed into her mouth, she bit down and twisted her head, hoping to get the man to let go of her. Sophie was in pain from her night with Luka, she was not going to go down willingly, she'd fight all she could with the men who'd captured her. And if they hurt her in the process, she'd deal with it. Anything was better then rolling over and playing the good little captive.

Her eyes looked up to measure the look on his face as she continued biting down, not letting him push it into her mouth any further, not without hurting himself even more in the process.

The pleasure was quickly and unexpectedly turned sharply into pain as he felt her teeth sink down into him. Markus shrieked, not out of pain, but anger. How dare she? Who did she think she was! Moving his hand to her mouth, he wrenched her jaw open with his fingers, and as soon as he was free of her bite, swung back and brought his palm roughly into her cheek, slapping her so hard she flew backwards, and a stream of blood trailed her skin where he had struck it.

"You want to play rough?" He questioned, with a laugh that was as dark as it was angry. Pulling her from the ground he pressed her onto her stomach on the cot, completely overpowering her with his superior strength. Forcing her legs apart with his knee, he shoved deep inside of her almost entirely dry pussy, in one go. Her body reacted to the rough entrance, lubricating her to keep from injury, making his job a bit easier. He pressed his hand roughly into the back of her head, forcing her face into the pillow, muffling her screams as he fucked her so hard her body was twitching and shaking. Her fighting had merely turned him on, the fact that he had to exert force, actually heightening the sensations. About 20 minutes of slamming her so roughly it was possible she had fractured bones from the force, he pulled out of her, threw her onto her back and unloaded his cum onto her face, just to add to the humiliation.

Markus was far from finished with her however, laughing as she wiped her face off on the cot and the quivering of her legs, as well as the redness of her skin from the friction. Reaching out, he pinched her clit between her folds, pulling her by it until she was beneath him, enjoying her screams. He was hard so fast after the first round, he knew this was the girl he had been waiting for. His pets didn't usually last long - generally speaking he physically exhausted them to the point of uselessness... but this girl, he saw himself keeping her around for awhile. His left hand returned to her throat, squeezing rougher than he had the first time, watching her facial expression contort in pain as he once again slammed deep inside of her, filling her tight hole.

"So disobedient," He shamed using his left hand to lift her head and send it crashing roughly into the cot, enjoying hearing her sensitive skull bang against something, as well as the pain it ignited in her eyes.

-x-x-x-

It had been nearly twenty four hours since Luka had left the mansion, and every once in awhile, thoughts of Sophia would cross his mind. Generally speaking, it brought him happiness, and he fought the urge to smile - that being said, it also worried him a little... his feelings, or the fact that he even had feelings at all. That wasn't supposed to happen. Not between a human and a vampire.

His cell buzzed in his pocket, and he answered, merely because the meetings were done for the day.

"M-Master Luka..." It was Melanie's voice on the other end, quivering in the tell-tale tone his slaves used when not wanting to relay him bad news. Luka remained silent, finding himself growing rigid in his chair. Something told him this call had to do with Sophia. "She's gone, out one of the back windows... um, we tracked her through the forest, but lost her scent n-near Zarith..." Her voice was shaking with the effort of not crying, but Luka didn't care.

"How convenient," He snapped mercilessly, hanging up the phone as he did so. He was fuming. Angry really didn't seem to cover it - it was more along the lines of completely and totally raging. She had the nerve... to... to leave him! After that, after how kindly he had treated her, after everything. Part of Luka was willing to let her get taken up by Pet Traders, and shipped off to some cruel vampire who would use her as their personal fuck toy.

However, the tragically noble part of Luka as well as the fiercely possessive inferno that had been ignited in him concerning Sophia wouldn't allow it. And if anyone had the resources to find someone... it was Luka.

Sophia cried out as she was smacked, her cheek cut as blood trickled from her face. The next events were by far the most horrible things she'd ever experienced.

She was thrown down, legs forced apart and then felt the horrible pain of having the man's cock shoved into her, dry. Her mouth emitted loud, pained screams as he literally 'fucked' her. She was already halfway broken from her night with Luka, but where he'd made her feel pleasure, all this man did was make her feel pain. "Stop!" she cried, begging to the man as her insides felt like they were going to crack in half. Her bones felt like they were breaking as he roughly shoved himself into her, holding her face into the pillow, muffling her pained screams.

When she was finally turned over she was met with the spray of his cum across her face, making her whimper even more. In the few moments she had between his next assault she wiped her face on the cot, eyes burning with tears.

A scream of pure agony left her lips as he grabbed her clit between his fingers and literally pulled her to him, before slamming himself into her broken body. She was crying now, full on sobbing as tear rushed down her cheeks. His hand grabbed her head and slammed her skull back into the cot, pain radiating from her head and trickling down her neck and back.

Surely she'd look like death within a few hours. She could already feel the dark bruises forming, the cut on her cheek was stinging with tears, the clear salty liquid combining with fresh blood. Her insides ached, and she was almost sure she had broken bones. She'd be lucky if she didn't end up with a concussion from the constant banging of her skull. Her cries weren't answered pleasantly, only met with more pain and more punishment. Her body and soul ached for Laka, his strong arms, and his amused smirks.

She regretted every step that brought her to the hell hole she was in currently. She'd give her life to take it all back, to be laying on Luka's bed still, wrapped in the warmth of his blankets and pillows. But instead she was quickly getting hurt more and more badly. "You are disgusting!" she cried out to the man. "A pitiful excuse for a man!" she yelled, her fists were clenched as she screamed.

Markus pulled himself away from her rather begrudgingly, realizing he had to get ready for an auction. Ignoring her crying and screaming and calling of names, he zipped up his pants and unbuttoned them, laughing as he left her in the room, locking the door behind him. The house they kept the girls in was pretty small, consisting of about seven rooms total, snugged tightly in Zarith, away from the hustle and bustle of the crowds, more secluded. Even if she was the Pet of a vampire (obviously not a royal) finding her would have been close to impossible. Markus smiled at that. She was his.

-x-x-x-

Luka thrummed his fingers against the arm rest of his chair for about ten minutes, contemplating whether or not he should actually go look for her. He wanted to strangle her... unfortunately thoughts of Pet Auctions came to mind, and he was unable to sit still any longer. She was disobedient, but she was his disobedient girl. Not even bothering to alert anyone he was leaving was a privilige of being Prince. Luka didn't really have to answer to anyone except for his parents, and even they were loose on him these days. Exiting into the thick cloak of night, he merged with it, his animal-like nature coming into play here as he trudged into the midst of the city.

All he had to do was visit a few contacts, and flash his Royal Emblem here and there, and he was golden.

Three hours later, and Luka had gotten the answer to his question. Sophia hadn't made it out of the city, and had been seen being dragged by Nikolai Cofksy, a famous accomplice of the infamous Markus Nightshade - most probably the worst Pet Trader of all time... Of course she would get herself into a situation like that. Of course she would. The girl had awful luck.

"Warn him I'm coming, and it's your head," Luka snapped at the quivering vampire, before turning and walking the opposite direction, quite literally reaching the abode in ten minutes flat. He was fast when relaxed... but at the moment, he was angry. His expression relayed nothingness, except for the fire in his eyes that burned so intensely, everyone got out of his way.

Not bothering to knock, Luka kicked in the steel frame door, watching as three male vampires looked up at him in surprise. Instantly they all cowered a bit, but regained their composure with scowls. They didn't know who he was.

"Where is she?" He demanded, stepping into the home, his tone rather controlled, yet giving way to the fact that if she was in any state of physical harm, they were all dead. The man he recognized to be Markus stood, crossing his arms in front of his chest cockily. Luka could tell it bothered him that he stood a good two inches taller than the pet trader.

"Who?" In response, Luka merely arched an eyebrow, before grabbing the mans shirt collar and tossing him into a wall. Trained for hand to hand combat, remember?

The man he recognized to be Nikolai took a sharp intake of breath, obviously seeing the one of a kind tattoo on Luka's neck that was the mark of being Prince. In response, Nikolai jumped to his feet, stumbling over himself as he rushed over to a door and threw it open, dropping to his knees and bowing, hoping for mercy. Luka stood still for a moment, before quickly gliding over to the door and into the room, only to feel the knots in his stomach increase rather than decrease.

She was there alright, and she was alive, but what a state she was. Without hesitation, he reached her side, momentarily forgetting that she had left him in the first place. Pulling excuse for a blanket she had found gently away from her, he fought the urge to cringe at the bruises and welts that were quickly rising on her skin. There was also blood on the cot, which told him something else.

Luka wasn't exactly sure when he saw red, but next thing he knew he was quite literally blinded by anger. Stopping himself to take deep inhales, Luka regained composure long enough to wrap her lower body in the blanket, and take off his jacket, wrapping her upper body in it, before lifting her light frame directly into his arms.

"Who did this to you?" Luka breathed into her ear, hardly managing a gentle tone as he was quite obviously infuriated. If they had all taken a part in her physical destruction, then they were all dead.