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He watched her from afar, perched on the ledge of the tower directly across her building. His vampire sight was much more advanced than that of a mere human and he'd never been more glad for it. Through the windows, he watched her move through her nightly routine. Keys in the tray, hanging up her coat, setting the water to boiil for her nightly tea. And then taking off her clothes, unusually dusty for someone who'd spent a day in a library, moving into the bathroom to take off her makeup and shower the stress of the day away. He watched the steam fogging up the bathroom window. He waited with bated breath for her to re-emerge. It wasn't the first time he'd watched her like this.

The first time he'd bumped into her in the library had been on Mabon, a few weeks prior. She had captivated him from the first instant they'd touched. What had been a meaningless encounter for her had shifted the entire axis of his world. He'd followed her home, high on the scent of her skin. It had taken every ounce of his self-restrain to not bury his fangs and his cock in her that first night he'd stalked her. Time, he'd told himself, there's a time for everything.

The following week, he'd climbed in through her open kitchen window, creeped to her bedroom and had watched her sleep. He'd only been startled out of his reverie when the clock tower had tolled three hours in the night, and he realized he'd been watching her sleep for hours into the night. She was in a deep sleep and he left her, reluctantly, with a gentle kiss on her lips, followed by a drop of his blood. She had awoken that morning with a strong taste of cloves in spiced mulled wine in her mouth, confused and disoriented.

The following weeks, he'd watched her without any action. Learning her inside out, the complex symphony that his beautiful human was; She was entirely intriguing to his twisted mind. His stalking was aided by the little drop of blood in her body that acted as a tracker and he could sense her from afar. A vampire's blood was a potent thing when consumed in larger quantities, but it wasn't time for that yet. She had a long way to go, to fully become his before he fed her his blood. He was an ancient creature, patience and perservance were ingrained in him. He would wait until he could finally pounce on her and make her his.

Finally, the day came. The last day of the university term. She and the other faculty had time off and she was due to fly back home the following day. No one in her immediate vicinity would suspect anything untoward if she didn't turn up for a while. It was his time to finally claim her.

Now, he watched her come out of the shower, wrapped in a fluffy robe, her hair still drying. She set to making her tea. Chamomile, he'd learned, for he had laced her drink the night before with sedatives. Enough to knock her out for hours on hours. Enough for him to do what he wanted to, what he needed to.

She consumed the tea while making phone calls to her aunts back home, not suspecting anything foul in it. He watched her, enraptured by her blue starburst eyes and her short, golden hair that shimmered like it was made of something iridescent. She appeared divine, and utterly forbidden to a black soul like him, and that fact drew him in further. He waited for her to go to bed, eagerly anticipating touching her, finally touching her.

Soon, she was out like a light and he climbed into her rooms through the kitchen window. He walked around, securing the doors and windows before finally entering her bedroom. She'd kicked her covers off in her sleep and her gorgeous body was on display, the short and thin grey nightdress doing nothing to cover her form.

He started at her ankles, softly trailing his fingers up her leg. He breathed in her scent and mourned at the short capacity of his lungs, never enough to breathe in more of her in one breath. He wanted to consume her and his blood pumped faster in excitement. When he reached her hip, his fingers jumped to her shoulders. Gently, he slid down the thin straps of her nightdress, placing sweet kissed on her collarbones, her throat as he did so. He peeled back the cups of her breasts and took one of her breasts in his mouth. He moaned at her taste, at the absolutely delicious delight that was laid out in front of him like a grand feast. His cock twitched, swelling to full hardness in a matter of seconds. One hand on one breast and the other gripping his cock in a chokehold, he tried to stave off the inevitable. He laved at her breasts, twisting and pulling her nipples, occasionally biting them and pinching them. She was beginning to moan in her sleep and he fleetingly hoped she was subconsciously dreaming of him, even though she had never seen him after their first encounter.

He moved down to her soft stomach. The little rolls of it drove him insane. She was generously curvy and he'd never been more attracted to anyone in his entire godforsaken existence. He wanted to sink his teeth into her, permanently mark her as his toy. He wanted to fill her up with his cum and impregnate her, even though such a thing was biologically impossible for someone like him (or was it?)

Finally, he came to her hips. He tore the dress off her and buried his face between her thighs, breathing her in deep. The scent of her pussy was intoxicating. Gently, he peeled her panties down, kissing every inch as he went until she was finally fully bared to him. He moved back up the bed and his mouth found her pussy. Her taste was even better than her scent. His tongue traced the seams of her lips, every nook and cranny of her enticing womanhood. Hells below, he could live on her scent and her taste for the rest of his miserable life. He flicked her clit softly with his tongue while slowly inching his aching fingers inside her. She moaned in her sleep and that egged him on even more. He pumped his fingers faster and latched his mouth on her clit and sucked. She rocked on his fingers and her hands unconsciously found their way to his thick, dark hair. He felt like she'd taken a hold of his very soul and he worked faster, dying to taste every drop of her orgasm. She was overwrought with the stimulations and came hard, his tongue caught her essence as she cried out from the sensation. He lapped at her a little more, keeping her sensitive and primed for his cock.

He kissed his way up to her breasts and began kneading them, wishing they were full of milk for his spawn. He sucked at her sensitive nipples while he slid his trousers over his long legs. He let go of her only to do away with his shirt. He wanted to feel her skin to skin when he took her for the first time.
In eager anticipation, he took hold of his leaking cock and swiped the head through her pussy folds, catching the remnants of her essence. Her juices mixed with his glistened alluringly on his cock and he couldn't wait anymore. He leaned over and placed soft kisses on her forehead, her cheeks and finally, her lips. He traced her seam with his tongue while his cock did the same with her lower lips.
He moved down to her neck, licking her rapidly beating pulse. His blood was singing in his veins and he wanted hers to join in harmony. Aligning his dick with her entrance, he plunged in while his fangs sank into her neck. He'd never felt such euphoria and he never wanted to stop. He ravished her while he drank from her. His hips moved to the rhythm of the harmonius union of their bloods, their shared life essence. She moved along with him like she was made for him, his cock carving out his place inside her. The way her pussy clung to him and stretched around him was pulling him further into the madness. He hammered and pounded her pussy as he slowly sipped from her like she was the most exquisite sustenance to ever exist. His fingers on one hand tweaked her clit while the other hand pinched her nipples. The venom from his fangs sank into her bloodstream and flooded her with more pleasure hormones, driving her to new heights of pleasure. She cried as she climaxed on his dick, squeezing it even more in its vice grip. He couldn't help himself and shot his load inside her unprotected pussy. The feel of his cum mingling with her juices inside her, flowing into her womb as she continued orgasming drove him wild.

He pulled out of her, still hard, thanking his vampire genetics for the gift of longevity. His viscous semen followed his cock and slowly began to drip from her gaping cunt. The sight entranced him and he couldn't help but lick it all up and push it back inside her with his tongue.
He wanted more, so much more. He wanted it all to never end, he wanted to keep her with him always. He needed her.

He flipped her onto her knees, raising her ass up. The urge to take a bite of her delectable ass took him hard, and so he did. The force of it was sure to leave bruises on it. He spread her cheeks apart and was greeted with his favorite view, he'd decided then. He buried his face there and his tongue trailed over every bit of skin, finally landing on her pussy lips. He french kissed her lower lips and worked her up. Her hips moved rhythmically and she ground her clit on his face.
He awaited eagerly the day that he would be able to do this while she was awake and conscious.

He drew back and smacked her ass, watching it jiggle. His cock leaked even more at the sight. He guided it inside her once again and watched her stretch from taking his fat cock. The way her lips spread apart for him had him ramming the entire length into her in one go. This position took him deeper and he could feel his cockhead bumping into her cervix on every thrust. He ploughed into her hard and fast while she moaned in pleasure. He pulled her up halfway, one hand finding a breast and the other gripping her stomach as he continued his assault on her body. Her moans were getting louder and louder. His balls smacking her clit on every thrust had her shaking.

Unbeknownst to him, the drugs were starting to wear off. Just as his fangs found her neck once again, she awoke as she orgasmed again. The situation she was in was so surreal to her that she thought she was still dreaming. The vampire venom in her blood didn't help her delusion and she found herself fucking him back. He was driven to a frenzy, his obsession, the object of his desire was fucking him back. He couldn't believe it and continued driving into her, the force of his thrusts hitting her hard. She was close to the peak again and her hands found his hair. His teeth unlatched and he tilted his head to catch her lips. Tongues as entwined as their limbs, they found their pleasures together. He shot jet after jet of his thick, potent seed into her and the feeling of his hot cum drove her over the edge. Her contracting pussy kept his orgasm going on and on.

He lay on top of her, her back to his chest, cock still buried in her warmth as they both came down from their highs. As their sweat cooled, she realized she could still feel his throbbing cock inside her. It hadn't been a dream. It was real. There was someone in her bed, with his dick still inside her. And she had no idea who it was. She turned around, taking him in, and screamed.

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His clamped his palm over her mouth, cutting her screams short. Her wide, frightened eyes and rapidly beating pulse nearly drove him into another frenzy. Her fear was palpable in the air, and the thick, cloyingly sweet scent of it urged him to sink his teeth into her again. She was uncomparably delicious.
She thrashed about, trying to dislodge him off her body, trying to find some purchase over his hold on her, though it was all in vain. A vampire's strength was far above a human's, and for one as ancient as he was, it was even more so.

"Hush, now, little one. You belong to me now." He whispered in her ear. The venom in her blood made her more susceptible to his whims. When he fed her a few more drops of his blood, she found herself being lulled to unconsciousness by his hypnotic gaze.

It was nearly dawn and he was almost out of time. He had to covertly whisk her away from the populous city and into his lair before the sun came in full force. He gathered her up in his arms, all bundled up in her coat. Outside her rooms, he carefully navigated towards the fire exit, avoiding the closed-circuit cameras. Down the stairs and out into the chilly early morning they went. No one was around yet, the hour being too late for the night owls and too early for the morning birds. He walked around the street to where he'd parked his car earlier and deposited her into the passenger seat, buckling her up. He could've just carried her in his arms all way, and as much as he wanted to, it would arouse too much suspicion should he come across other humans, and so the car it was.

They drove outside the city and on winding country roads until they came upon the crumbly ruins of an old castle. In truth, it only seemed that way from the outside. Eons ago, he'd hired a witch who specialised in illusions to cast that kind of image on his lair. The best part about the illusion was that it gave off energies to dissuade any unsuspecting humans from encroaching on his property. The trespassers were few and far between, and never lived to tell the tale.
For now, he had cleared his dwelling of all other inhabitants. He wanted his sweet little human all to himself for the time being, and until she got used to the idea that there was no escape for her, she would have to endure only his company.

Once inside, he lay her down in one of the extravagantly done rooms in the west wing. Everything was in shades of black and deep burgundy. It was cliché, but he found humour in the stereotypes, and he appreciated tasteful decor that was just a tad overly done. When she was comfortably settled, he took off her bulky coat, leaving her nude in the middle of his silken sheets. The sight entranced him and he trailed his fingers over her soft skin and placed kisses on her throat, over his claiming marks.

She was still leaking his cum and his raging erection signalled to him how much he'd love to worship her body again. While he had initially wanted her to rest before he took her again, his baser instincts won the fight. He took his clothes off and he climbed up the bed, straddling her.

Her gorgeous tits were more than a handful, and he squished them together, licking and sucking at her nipples. His dick wept for attention and he set it between her breasts. He spit on it, while the underside was slicked by his earlier laving of her breasts. He started moving, rocking slowly so as to not rouse her. His length was long enough to nearly touch her mouth. Her generous mounds entirely engulfed his cock and he moaned at the feeling of her soft flesh. He used one hand to pinch her nipples and keep her breasts together, while he eased the thumb of his other hand inside her mouth, parting her lips. He tilted her head so that his dick would kiss her pretty lips every time he thrust forward. On a particularly hard thrust, his cock was propelled forward and into her wet mouth, her tongue on his sensitive underside. He came with a start, half spurting inside her mouth and half on her face, neck and breasts. He loved seeing her covered in his cum. He left her like that as he went around the west wing, finishing up touches to have to more suitable for his new pet.

She woke up with a funny taste in her mouth. Her limbs ached with a vengeance and pussy was extremely sore, like she'd been pounded into the next century. And there was something strange coating the lower half of her face. Her eyes opened and she she looked around the room dazed. She'd never before experienced opulence like this but she failed to recall just why she was in this place. Where was this even?
And then she remembered. The strange man, raping her and making outrageous statements about her belonging to him. He must've kidnapped her and brought her to this place.
In a panic, she looked around, trying to find her clothes. It seemed like there was a window behind the curtains, perhaps she could make her escape that way, if only she could find some damned clothes first. She unraveled the curtain and was met by her own reflection in a mirror, and not a window as she had hoped. There were bruises all over her body, her neck was covered in bite marks, her pussy looked red and raw. There was...there was cum on her face and tits. She was horrified.

The door to the chamber opened with a bang, and in walked her kidnapper. She picked up the fancy candelabra on a side table as a makeshift weapon against her assaulter. He looked incredibly amused, and let out a rough chuckle.
He advanced on her and had his hand wrapped around her throat before she could even blink. She flailed about, and he gripped her hand tight, making her drop her sad excuse of a weapon.
"You really think you could hurt me, kitten?"
He leaned in and whiffed her scent, the potency of her fear making his fangs ache. His lust for her was getting to his head and he could feel the dark side of him wanting to come out and play.
She tried her best to dislodge him, her legs trying to kick his crotch, but he was just too much for any of her pathetic attacks to be successful.

He dragged her over to the cushioned bench near the foot of the bed and bent her over it, facing the mirror. She was shocked to find that he had no reflection. Just who in the world was he? Did she accidentally trip on something and this was all just her mind playing tricks on her? Or were those stories she'd overheard by those self-proclaimed witches about creatures of the night really true? Before she could ponder too much over that, she jolted as he smacked her ass hard.

"I need to teach you that you belong to me, and your lack of discipline will not be tolerated." He pronounced as he spanked her with no mercy. She wanted to crawl away, from her physical body, from the humiliation being forced upon her. From the tears leaking from her eyes. Hells, she couldn't even remembered the last time she'd cried. But now, she was bawling mess. He stopped when her sobs reached their peak, softly stroking her bruised ass, as if his gentle touches would somehow take away the cruelty those same hands had bestowed.

He bent over her, tilting her head up so he could capture her lips in a kiss and tasted the remnants of his cum. She couldn't find the strength to deny him. She was physically and mentally exhausted. She didn't even protest when his thick girth found its way inside her pussy again. Her sore walls hurt with every thrust, even though he was slowly rocking into her. His hand grinding her clit had her moaning and giving into his kiss. She startled when she found his fangs with her tongue. His thrusts started picking up and he finally disentangled their mouths, grinning down at her maliciously. He pulled her up by the hair as he continued pounding into her, her pained moans were music to his ears. He fingers stretched into a V around her pussy lips, putting pressure on her clit and lips as his cock moved in and out of her. A small pinch had her screaming, coming on his cock and squeezing him so hard, he was almost pushed out. His hips forced down on her ass as he pushed as deep as he could and came inside her velvety walls. She was still coming, the ripples of her orgasm letting her come down slowly. She was lying collapsed on the bench by the time he pulled out. He was far from done.

While she caught her breath on the bench, he took the fallen candelabra and approached her with it. He used the ties from the curtain to bind her limbs to the legs of the bench, making sure she couldn't move.
"You know, I think I have the perfect punishment for you. Make note that henceforth, whatever object you deem as a weapon against me will eventually find itself inside you."

He took out the candles and placed them under the bench as he considered the metal monstrosity. It was a three-pronged candelabra, elaborate and intricate in its design, with bats and gargoyles carved beautifully on the scones. The middle arm was much longer than the ones of the sides and was convenient for him to fuck her with. He traced the cold metal over her wet, messy pussy, collecting his cum and lubing it up nicely. The temperature difference had her jerking and she drew in a sharp breath, terror written all over her face. He reveled in it. He pushed it in, slowly working it inside, pulling it out and pushing it in again and again until her lips stretched obscenely around the nozzle. The carved little gargoyles disappearing into her pussy had him hypnotised. Her sweet little cunt was slowly swallowing almost the entire arm upto the shoulder. Cold metal in her pussy was a sensation she'd never felt before, and she had to begrudgingly admit that she quite liked it. He thrusted it in and out of her, picking up pace sometimes and slowing down sometimes when she grew too close to an orgasm. The frustration on her face after the third time he did that amused him to no extent.

"Do you want to come, kitten?"
She whimpered in response, and his annoyance at that had him thrusting it inside her a little too hard, making her squeal in pain.
"Answer me when I ask you a question!" He snapped at her and she nodded in aqueisance. He smacked her ass and kept the hard pace until she shouted out a yessir.
"Now beg me if you want to come and don't make me repeat myself again."
"Yes! Please, please let me come." She cried out, tears of frustration clouding her voice. He sank the metal into her as far as it would go with every thrust, her squelching pussy creating a lovely symphony in the ornate room. His fangs sank into her neck while his thumb sank into her untouched hole. The shock of it had her coming so hard her vision went white. As she lay in the aftermath, thinking he was finally done, he had other plans.

He collected the candles from under the bench, smirking as he continued with her punishment. He lit one of them, while pushing two long candles inside her pussy, his cum proving to be the best lube. She shrieked when she felt the objects being pushed into her while a candle dripped hot wax on her abused ass. She wiggled her hips, trying to get away but she was tied down and her ass wiggling in the air just made him more excited. He fucked her with the candles, all the while dripping wax on her skin, loving her little shrieks every time the hot liquid dropped on her tender flesh.
"Hmm, should we take it up a notch? Maybe light up the sticks inside you?" She keened higher, making him laugh. He lit the two candles inside her and put out the first one, warning her not to move lest she wanted to get burned. The wax dripping down her soft thighs had her wailing. He fucked her with the lit candles, his skin impervious to the flames. Everytime the wax dripped onto her cunt lips, she cried out louder. Just as he was thinking of sparing her, one drop found its way onto her clit and she came with with a shout, her spasming pussy pushing out the candles onto his lax hands, his surprise rendered him speechless for a second or two.
"You sweet little slut. Acting like you're too good for this while you come like a whore when you're getting fucked by lit candles. But you're good girl for me, aren't you?" He praised her, going around the bench to softly kiss her tearstained face. He absolutely adored her, and he knew, in time, she would come to feel the same way about him.

He bathed her in the sweet scented waters in his tub and gently cleansed the dried cum and wax off her skin and scrubbed her down. She was barely conscious and he was happy to play puppet master. Once that was done, he dried her off and carried her to bed, sliding in and tucking her close to him under the blankets. He watched her sleep and loved every second of it. Tomorrow, he would properly introduce her to his world.

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The sun was just beginning to set, the dying rays filtering in through the stained glass windows and casting colourful shapes on the floor and furniture. Drazen lifted his hand, the colourful shadows painting his palm a myriad of colours. The window film was magicked and coated in chemicals that would prevent the sunlight from harming his system. Besides, he was an ancient and had formed more of an immunity of sorts towards the damning rays compared to the newer members of his species.

The high council was due to gather in some time and he was sure most of them had already learned of his transgressions with the human historian. The vampire hierarchy was such that each den house hundreds of members of different factions. The factions were further divided into covens. The leaders of those factions formed a congregation of the strongest members and the high council lorded over the congregation. Many dens existed over the world, each having their own high council and head.

Drawing attention to themselves and encouraging behaviours that resulted in such was never appreciated in their species. Humans were weak creatures but one could never underestimate the things they did out of fear for their lives. The witch hunts had been a testament to that. The hierarchy ensured that members of their species were safe from human persecution. Knowing all that, he could understand the flak that would be cast on him from the councilors, but he had to do it. She had to be his and he wouldn't have it any other way. And knowing her as he did, he knew she would lean more towards fascination and curiosity rather than blatant terror and disbelief, considering that she was writing her thesis on occult practices and supernatural entities, and finishing her teaching assistant requirements for the course under a famed professor on the subject.

The sound of cars kicking up gravel on the driveway alerted him to the arrival of his guests. He whizzed past the study, down the stairs and into the parlour to receive the councilors.
Two men and two women were just past the door as he made his way to them. One of the women, a gorgeous brunette, had him by the collar before he could utter a word
"Is it true what you did?" She snarled in his face, while the others stood stock still, surprise etching their faces. If it had been anyone else daring to do this, he would've broken every bone in their body and left them to rot in the sunlight. But she would be an exception, he owed her that much.
Gently, he peeled her fingers off her and when she snarled again, he firmly put pressure on her wrist, his fangs bared, clearly showing his dominance over all the others in their hierarchy. She stood down, sheepish but still angry all the same.
"It is true. But I will not have you question me on this. She was bound to be mine and nothing anyone could've said or done would've ever changed that fact. With that said, know that I would never do anything that would harm this coven."

Placated enough for now, the councilors followed him to the sitting room, servings of fresh blood filled the glasses resting on the tables around the room. Once they were all comfortably settled, Drazen took his seat, abstaining from the blood as he'd already fed from his lovely host earlier. Noticing this, Daphne shot him a dirty look again. And as much as he loved his adopted sister, he was sick of this shit. He understood why she was wary, she herself having been taken and used against her will in the past and then forcefully converted into a vampire. And though that event had brought her nothing but pain and sorrow at first, he was certain it wouldn't be that way for his little human. He wanted to worship her, not cause her pain, unless she wanted it, of course.

"Why don't you start with the reason you called this meeting, Drazen?" Damien piped in, amusement dancing in his eyes from the silent showdown between the siblings.
He cleared his throat. He had the authority but introducing someone new to the coven had never gone well in the beginning.
He addressed the room,
"As you all know by now, I have taken a human and I intend to have her as my mate. I have felt the threads that bind us and know this is inevitable. Therefore, I intend to initiate her into my coven on the next moonfall."
Chatters and shouts erupted in the room, everyone in disbelief.
"A HUMAN? In an esteemed coven?! Preposterous!" screeched Drusilla. He'd never liked the woman, but he held equal representation in high regard, and her faction of vampires were a force to beckon with, and so he tolerated her presence.

Once it seemed that no one had any intentions of shutting up, he sent a flare of his power into the room, instantly quietening the chattering.
"The Book does not say that humans are forbidden from joining covens, Drusilla. And it is well within my rights as Head Councilor to initiate one into any coven under me. It will be done with or without your approval. This meeting is only for informing you of my intentions, not for seeking your blessing." He spit out harshly, his flared temper ensuring silence and compliance. He was feared in their communities for a reason and no one wanted to have their spines ripped out by him.

Just as he was about to spit out more vitriol at the matriarch, his ears perked up as the sounds of his human moving around upstairs reached him. He grinned, eager to have her again.
The others were looking eager to meet the human but he had no intentions of that happening anytime soon.
"That's it, that's all I have to say. Leave now, please. And if you're not gone in the next ten seconds, I'll throw you out myself."
They all scurried away and out of the house. The cars kicking up dust in the driveway as they sped out of his estate.

He was already racing up, eager to be in her presence again. When he entered the room, he found her crouching behind the bed, still in the little robe he'd left her in, clutching the candelabra. Again.
He sighed, "Didn't you have enough of that the first time, little lioness?"
He watched as rage lit up her face and she stood up, assuming a sort of fighting stance that would be useless against someone like him. Oh, but she was absolutely divine.
"Who are you?" She demanded caustically.
"Your soon-to-be husband, my love." He replied, a smug smirk on his face, growing more by the second as he watched his words register in her brain.
She let out an enraged shriek and pelted him with bed things, cushions and pillows flying at him. He dodged every single one, laughing as he turned towards her again, only to be hit in the face with a bedroom slipper. He did not see that coming. Her attempts were hilarious nonetheless. He cornered her against the wall, plucking the candle holder out of her hand and holding her wrists with one of his hands against the wall. His body pressed against her, every inch of his skin sizzling with the proximity to his mate. He inhaled her scent and couldn't help but bury his nose in the junction between her neck and shoulders, breathing her in deep as she continued to struggle in his hold.

"How dare you?!" She screamed at him, fighting his hold. His unyielding strength did not give and he began placing small kisses on her collarbone and neck.
"You know what I am, love. You're smart enough to have figured it out." He whispered to her.
She shuddered. Tales of mysterious forces had always intrigued her, hence her research topic on the history of certain occult practices. But had she ever really believed that any of it could have held any truth? She didn't know then, and she didn't know what to believe in now. She'd felt his fangs inside her, his superhuman strength, his lack of reflection. All the proof was right there and she didn't know if she wanted to let THAT into the reality of the world as she knew it.

"In my world, mates are sacred. That's what you are to me, Cora. I have been following you for weeks. I know your habits, your hobbies, your ideas of the world. I've watched you sleep, watched you dream, watched the kindness and warmth in your soul and I want a piece of it for myself. I will tell you everything in due time, but know that you will never escape me, my love."

His stance that softened a bit during his confession. She saw her chance and took it, kneeing him straight in the balls. He crouched over in pain, losing his hold over her and giving her enough time to race out of the room.

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She flew down the stairs, trying to gain as much time on her captor as she could. The long hallway appeared to stretch both ways and unsure of which way to take and not wanting to waste time deciding, she set off in a random direction. She passed doors, locked and unlocked, intriguing artifacts filling most of the open doors. She finally happened upon what appeared to be a pantry. Pantries probably had doors that opened to the outside for deliveries and such, especially in a mansion such as this, she thought and raced inside. She passed bags of grains on the lower shelves and foods of all sorts. The curve at the end of one wall led to the vegetable section that held a door at the end. She could finally be free. She reached the door and tugged on the handle. It was locked. Of course, it was locked. She looked around to see if could find anything to open the door with. Her eyes came upon heaps of garlic. Huh. Weren't vampires allergic to garlic or something? She wondered. She clutched a few bulbs in her hand, just in case.

Just then, he appeared again. Having let her off for a while, just to see what she would do. She wouldn't be able to escape, he'd expected her to try and he'd made sure that there were no outs. So there was no harm in letting her explore her new place of dwelling. What he wasn't expecting though, was to be pelted with bulbs of garlic.
"Go away, you freak vampire!" She yelled as she picked up more bulbs to hit him with. He couldn't help it, he burst out laughing, startling her.
"That myth is, unfortunately for you, not true."

No matter what he'd done, she couldn't help but admire him. His shoulder-length black hair gleamed in the low light, the little crinkles around his eyes and mouth were endearing, and his stubble was peppered with gray, giving him a distinguished look. He was tall enough that she would probably get crinks in her neck if she wanted to look him in the eye for any length of time. His black shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, enhancing his figure. Black pants that wrapped around his powerful thighs that very much made her salivate. She couldn't shake her feelings of desire and no matter how much her logical brain screamed at her to escape him, she stood there transfixed by him. He approached her slowly, mirth lighting up his eyes.

"You make a formidable force of an opponent, beloved." He told her, toying with a strand of her hair and chuckling softly. His kitten had fire and he loved that about her. He watched her nostrils flare as she took in his scent, the pheromones messing with her brain. It was impossible to ignore the allure of a fated mate and he could clearly see her struggle to resist the pull, albeit in vain. She leaned towards him, her little hands clutching his shirt.
"What do you mean, "mates"?" She asked him, her breathing heavy and laboured, her chest touched his every time she breathed in. He needed to be inside her again.
"It means that you are mine and I am yours, love. Mine to hold, mine to worship, mine to fuck."
The last word left his mouth in a growl, and he leaned down and crushed his lips against hers. She eagerly met his lips, her hunger evident in how her nails raked down his chest and abdomen and how her tongue toyed with his. He lifted her up, her plush thighs around his waist, her arms around his shoulders. He raced through the house, bypassing her chambers to go into his.

He laid her down on his bed, their tongues still tangled in a fight for dominance. She bit his lip and tasted a drop of his blood before he could pull back. She was in thrall of his blood with that second drop and was sucking more of it, eagerly hungry for more.
He had her by the throat in the next second.
"Don't do that." He growled at her.
She blinked slowly, letting her eyes adjust to the darker room. The moonlight spilling through the windows lit up his silhouette. She licked her lips, entranced by the taste of his life essence.
"Why?" She asked him, her fingers tangled in his thick hair.
"Because you're not ready for the consequences yet, little lioness. Vampire blood is not a thing of joke. Consumed in large quantities without intention, and you risk losing your mind."
He was serious, but something about what he'd said bugged her mind.
"And if it's consumed with intention?" She whispered.
He let out a harsh breath, his eyes roving over her face radiant in the moonlight. His lips hovered over hers as he answered.
"Consumed with intention, willingly, in small quantities over a long period of time, it makes the consumer more pliable to the whims of the vampire, of sorts. You will retain your free will, but your body will be bound to mine in ways you can't imagine. I don't want that yet, not until you give yourself over to me of your own free will."
His face still held some hesitation, like he was holding something back.
"And?" She prompted.
He sighed, his woman too damn smart.
"And, well, I'm an ancient vampire, and back when I was a youngling, there were rumours, old stories of what had happened decades ago to a human woman when she'd consumed enough vampire blood and not lost her mind. It caused....changes in her body."
She opened her mouth to ask more, but he shut her off by ripping off the robe, leaving her bare in the moonlight before him. The cold air pebbled her nipples and he leaned forward, sucking a peak into his mouth. She moaned, holding him by his hair. Her hips arched in pleasure when he bit down. She wanted to hate him, but she just couldn't. That tugging she'd felt in her chest at occasion the past few weeks had returned with a tsunami of a force she couldn't resist. Maybe he was right about the mates thing. She could feel tethered to him and even though she knew how wrong he was for the things he'd done to her, she still wanted him with every cell of her being. She would still try to even the score though. That ought to be fun.

His fingers slipped down and toyed with her clit, making her pant and release low moans. She tried taking his shirt off, but her shaking fingers were not deft enough for the buttons and she let out a low growl in frustration. He leaned back, releasing her breast. He looked at her in amusement as he took his clothes off. The desire in her eyes was heady enough to send a rush through him. His hands returned to play with the rolls in her belly and she squirmed, blood rushing her cheeks. She'd left behind the insecurities about her body long ago, but now, before this magnificent beast, she didn't know where the little rush of embarrassment came from. Her squirming gave her away, and he smacked her thigh hard, causing her to yelp.
"What was that for?!" She squealed at him.
"You don't know how much I adore these curves, do you? I haven't done a good enough job the last few times to show you, huh?" He grinned salaciously at her, leaning down to nip at the skin on her stomach.
He lifted up her legs and spanked the inside of her thigh, watching lovingly how the flesh jiggled. He groaned at the sight, leaning down to kiss up her thigh and pussy. When her hand came down his hair again, he growled her to put her hands up and off. She buried her hands under the pillows at the headboard. He expertly played her clit, fingers massaging her inner walls with just enough pressure to make her see stars. Soon enough, she was coming on his tongue, her lovely juices flowing down his chin. He moaned appreciatively at her taste. He drew back. His hands kneaded her fleshy abdomen as his lips toyed with hers.
"See how much I love your body, little lioness?" He asked her as he led one of her hands to circle his cock, raging and ready to ravage her insides again. Her hand couldn't even completely encompass his girth and she moaned into his mouth when beads of liquid rolled out of his tip, lubricating his shaft.

He pulled back, positioning her legs over his shoulders and his cock right at her entrance. Her juices generously coated his shaft when he moved the head through her pussy lips a few times, bumping her clit and making her arch her back and push forward, trying to take him in on her own. He let out a huff of laughter at her attempts to sheath him in her heat. He pushed forward, his dick spearing her insides as her tight pussy tried taking his large girth. She squealed in pain. It wasn't even the first time she'd taken him and it was still a stretch.

He rocked slowly, letting her adjust to him again. When she was ready and begging for more, his thrusts became harder. His pumping hips kept a changing pace. He leaned forward a little to hit that sweet spot inside her, watching the rapture on her face as he hit it again and again until she was coming all over his cock.
He wasn't far from done and kept a hard pace, prolonging her orgasm. He'd almost bent her over in half, in a mating press, her knees at her shoulders. The angle was so much deeper and he groaned every time her pulsating pussy squeezed him, every time her cervix kissed the tip of his dick.
He kissed her as he fucked her mercilessly and she could still taste herself on his tongue. It was what pushed her over the edge again and her spasming pussy sent him reeling into a climax. The hot ropes of cum slathering her insides made her whimper. He didn't stop coming, painting her insides white with every jet of his seed. When he pulled out, her pussy was overflowing with his cum, leaking down onto the sheets. A primal sense of satisfaction filled at the sight his female claimed and fucked.

"I don't know what it is about you, or about the mate thing you talked about, but I can't stay a prisoner to your whims, Mr. Vampire.
Tsk, you haven't even told me your name yet." She scoffed at him
He smiled at her, tucking an errant strand of her sticking to her sweaty face behind her ear.
"Prisoner for a day, love. Once I know I have your trust, you're free to wander about as you please." He kissed the tip of her little nose as she smacked his chest in a little show of anger and defiance.
"And my name is Drazen."
"Well, I would say it's nice to meet you, but it's not, not really. And you already know my name."
She said as she sat up and pushed him on his back, climbing up and straddling him, one hand on his chest, and one hand beneath the sheets. Her leaking pussy left trails of cum on his abdomen.
Narrowing her eyes at him and putting on her best pissed off face, she whipped out the dagger she'd found under one of the pillows on his bed and held it to his throat.
"Now, tell me about this stalking and claiming bullshit you're going on about and I'll decide if I'll bleed you out or not."

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Drazen grinned deviously. He was proud of his little kitten. The blade wouldn't hurt him. It was spelled to his intent, and without it, it wouldn't slice a damned thing, but she didn't know that. And the vow he'd made to her earlier about her use of weapons would make things....interesting. They would come to that soon, but for now he decided to play along with her.
Seeing him grin at her even with a dagger at his throat further enraged Cora. Whatever bewitching spell he'd cast on her to have made her lose her mind was frustratingly infuriating, to say the least. She could feel it starting to take a physical hold on her too, urging her to draw the blade away his pulsing artery.
"Release from your hold, vampire. I'll forget this ever happened. I will not expose your kind. But I am done with played with." She exclaimed, fighting the growing panic inside her and pushing the blade into his skin, drawing a line of blood. Unbeknownst to her, he'd willed that blood so as to not arouse her suspicion on the blade.
"Let's not get carried away now, shall we? Put the blade away, little lioness." He replied, restraining his smile.
"I want answers first."
She felt his cock twitch beneath her, distracting her for a second before she focused back on the matter at hand.
"Very well, you shall have them." He replied, slowly creeping his hands away without her noticing.
"We first met months ago. I knew instantly that you were mine. When you live as long as I have, you learn things, and you learn to not ignore your instincts. I felt the thread between us snap into place the moment we first touched. You, being mortal, had to have had more time with me for the bond to click in you, but you feel it now, don't you?"
"And how do I undo that? I don't want to be tied to a psychotic monster escapee from a fairytale." She gritted out.
He let out a laugh, "I would hardly call that a fairytale, love."
"Yeah, more like a tragic nightmare." She rolled her eyes. "You've been stalking me for months then?"
"I have. I've watched from afar, I've watched you up close. I know your quirks and habits. I know your likes and dislikes. I know everything there is to know about you. Admit it, love, you're impressed." He quirked an eyebrow at her, licking his lips at the sight of her breasts swaying freely when she leaned forward.

She scoffed. "Hardly. Now unbind me from this "bond" or whatever and I won't slit your throat." She tried to be as menacing as she could, but it only made him grin that much more.

"Fine. Let's negotiate, little lioness."

His hands were on her hips before she could blink. She dug her knees and pushed the blade against his windpipe but nothing happened. Her moment of surprise had cost her and she found herself on her back, bereft of the blade, with him hovering over her, caging her in. Her lost weapon was now aimed between her legs. She drew in a shuddering breath.

"Now, do you recall what I said to you the last time you wielded against me, love?" He questioned.
Her heaving breaths were frantic and she tried wiggling away from the blade poised at her most intimate parts.
"Don't move, little one, you'll only hurt yourself." He taunted. "Now answer my question."

"Yes." She responded. "I remember." The thought was arousing enough to have her thighs slick and she hated her body for giving in to him so easily.

"Here's the deal - I use this knife on you and if you come, I get to keep you. If you don't, I'll let you go, your memories devoid of the occurrences of the past few days. Do you accept?"

If this deal had been proposed to her a week ago, she would've laughed and accepted without a thought. But having experienced him the way she had, she knew she had no chances against him. He was too good and her body was a traitor.

"And if it don't accept?"

"Then I do with you as I wish anyway. Have no doubt that you'll enjoy it either way, love." He said, flashing a heartstopping grin at her.
She despised how weak she was. Whatever that bond thing was, was really taking a toll on her mental faculties. It was like a haze was forming over her thoughts, making her unable to grasp at any of them before they floated away. Briefly she wondered whether this was an effect of consuming his blood, as he'd mentioned some drastic effects of it earlier.

"Well, love?" He asked.

"Fine. I accept." She would hold on to the best of her abilities, she decided. It was a battle of wills.

He trailed the flat of the blade along her vulva, the caress of the steel as gentle a lover's touch. The cold blade teased her overheated folds, making her gasp. She was terrified of getting hurt, but the thrill of having something, someone, that dangerous so close to her made her aching pussy clench. The tip of the dagger touched her clit and she jolted.
"Now, now, love, don't startle, unless you'd like a piece of you cut off?" He asked with a smirk. She wanted to slap it off his smug face, but she was helpless.

He resumed trailing her outer folds with the weapon, occasionally pressing in and making her heart speed up in terror. The flat of the blade pressed incessantly on her clit again and she whimpered, half in terror, half turned on by the threat of it. She didn't think he would do any lasting damage, but then again, she didn't really know how far his psychotic tendencies went. The pressure against her clit eased and the sudden rush of blood made her cry out in ecstatic agony. It was almost an orgasm, but not quite. He seemed to be really enjoying this little knifeplay session of theirs, and honestly, she couldn't blame him.

The sharp sting of the blade cutting into her inner thigh drew her out of her reverie.
"What the fuck are you doing?" She whispered yelled at him, her voice cracking.
"Carving you up, darling." He shot back.
She tried moving away as best she could without accidentally cutting herself more, but it was proving extremely difficult, what with him nearly pinning her down on the bed. Her helplessness was growing more pathetic and she wanted to cry.

The cuts stopped and he leaned back to admire his work. "What the fuck did you do?!" She punched his torso wherever she could reach him. He just laughed at her feeble attempts.
"Take a look for yourself."
The crudely carved shapes of the letters D & S greeted her. She was further incensed.
"You carved your fucking initials on me, you psycho?!"
"Oh, you're never getting rid of me now, beloved."
She opened her mouth to scream at him but he cut her off by kissing her. She bit his lip as hard as she could, drawing blood.
"Nuh-uh, I told you not to do that." He admonished her, laying her back down and poising the dagger at her entrance again.
She was practically vibrating with rage at this point, wondering which God she had offended to be cursed like this.
He licked the blood of his lips and shot her a malicious smile, his teeth stained with blood. He really did look like a monster then. He angled her legs and maneuvered the weapon frighteningly close to her cunt.
"Please don't." She pleaded with him, nearly in tears. The cuts on her thigh were throbbing and she couldn't fucking imagine what it would be like if he really was unhinged enough to push the blade inside her. "Please." She tried pleading again. He took the dagger away and she sighed in relief.

The blade plunged inside her without warning and she screamed. She'd expected agony, but all she felt was the cold steel pumping in and out of her. Shocked, she looked down to find no traces of blood, or any kind of damage for that matter, other than the blood form the cuts he'dcarved into her skin. She gaped up at him.

"It's spelled to only cut on my intent." He explained to her, as casually as if he were talking about the weather, and not a fucking dagger inside her. The urge to slap him arose again, only to be swiftly turned over into arousal when the sharp, unyielding blade touched a sweet spot inside her, scraping her walls deliciously. She moaned aloud, panting. He leaned down and caught her mouth, muting the sounds of her pleasure. Her wet walls and leaking cunt made thrust of the blade sound obscene. He twisted the steel inside her and the sensations made her damn near lose her mind. Writhing, with a dagger hilted inside her was something so out of her imagination. His thumb tapped her clit with every thrust of the blade and he took one of nipples in his mouth, tugging at and biting her nipple almost painfully. His teeth left a biting trail all the way past her collarbones, to her neck and he bit down hard, his fangs piercing her flesh seamlessly, just as the dagger hilted inside her hard. She came explosively. Jerking, legs shaking and her pussy tightly clenching around the invading object, and the aphrodisiac venom of his bite pulsing through her veins, she had the most intense climax of her life.

He drew back slowly and pulled the dripping blade out of her. She was catatonic, nearly passed out. He almost felt bad for her, the way she was nearly out of it after almost every one of their lovemaking sessions, if you could call it that. He kissed her gently on her forehead, pulled the blankets over her and left her to her repose. He'd won. Again.
He smirked.