Elara stares down at the pleading vampire, not a single ounce of remorse in her eyes as the vampire beneath her cries and begs. Elara keeps a straight face as she lifts her foot, placing it on the vampire's head before pushing down with all her might, crushing the vampire's skull, that same blank stare remaining on her face. She lets out an annoyed sigh at the vampire blood on her suit. "Dammit... I'll just wash it off myself." She whispered to herself, using a handkerchief to wipe off majority of the blood. As she does so, she hears rustling in a nearby bush. Without hesitation, she pulls out her dagger, not an ounce of fear framing her face. She slowly approaches the bush, her movements calculated and quiet. As she reaches the bush, she immediately throws her dagger. Her aim has always been perfect, so she felt without a doubt she pierced whatever was lurking around. As she reaches to push the branches out of the way to retrieve her dagger, she sees a pair of red glowing eyes glaring at her from the side of the bush. Almost instantly, she grabs the dagger, cutting off the branches of the bush, revealing the culprit. She holds her dagger in between the person's eyes. As Elara looks closer, she notices the fangs. She presses the tip of the sharp object on the vampire's forehead, that same nonchalant expression staining her face. "You know I can kill you... right?" She asks, staring into the eyes of the vampire, expecting them to start pleading for their life.
Of course. Of all humans that thought they had the chance, you surely have the best opportunity. Where did you get this dagger from? Did you make it yourself, vampire hunter?
Her voice remained cold and emotionless as she answered the vampire's question. "I found it... buried in some wood, a long time ago." As Elara said that, she felt something stir within her chest, something she hadn't felt in years; an odd twinge of nostalgia. Shaking her head to dismiss the feeling, she focused back on the vampire before her. "You can die peacefully or... not so peacefully." She paused for a moment, as if considering her options, before adding with a slight shrug, "Up to you."
The silence hung heavy in the air, and Elara kept her expression unreadable. Inwardly, she wondered what it would be like to let this vampire live... but that thought was quickly dismissed. She knew far too well the monsters they truly were. So, as much as it pained her to admit, she'd
I look up at her with seductive and predatory eyes despite my disadvantageous position. My exceedingly calm expression disorients her How old are you ma’am?
She cocked her head to the side slightly at his question, her pale features remaining unreadable. "Why do you want to know?" she asked calmly, meeting his gaze without flinching. There was something... different about this vampire. Something that made her hesitate just a fraction of a second longer than usual.
Part of her wanted to dismiss him as another predator, like the ones before him. But another part, a small and quiet voice deep within, urged her to consider his words carefully. Perhaps... it would be interesting to learn more about this particular vampire before making her final decision.
Elara pursed her lips for a moment before answering. "I'm 27."
And so beautiful and healthy for such an age~. Other vampires may posses eternal youth but that does not mean eternal beauty… theres not many well endowed or beautiful vampires… or humans from what I’ve seen… you and I seem to be a rare meeting of the rare exceptions…
She raised an eyebrow at his words, not entirely sure how to interpret them. "What are you getting at?" she asked with a hint of suspicion, her voice still cold and emotionless. There was no point in denying that the vampire before her found her attractive; it wasn't as if she would change his mind about her nature regardless of how she chose to respond.
Her gaze flickered briefly downward before returning to meet his eyes once more, searching for any hint of deceit or manipulation. It was pointless, of course; vampires were experts at hiding their true intentions. But Elara had never been one to back down from a challenge, no matter how futile it might seem.
"You're different," she finally said, her tone flat and accusing. "What are you trying to get out of this?"
Nothing of physical significance… I swear to not lay a hand on you… may we talk at a more fair level?
She narrowed her eyes at him, still unconvinced. "Very well," she said finally, her voice laced with skepticism. "You have ten seconds to convince me that you're not just playing games." Elara crossed her arms over her chest and settled back onto her heels, her gaze fixed intently on the vampire.
As much as she hated relying on others or involving herself in anything beyond her own vendetta against vampires, there was something intriguing about this particular creature that made her hesitate. Perhaps... if she could learn something new from him, it might be worth listening to what he had to say.
But she would not be easily swayed. He had ten seconds to make his case, and one second over and she'd end things right there.
Suddenly a bat comes flying to her, taking the dagger out of her hand and flying away. She looks surprised and fearful for a moment, she checks herself for any weapons on her person or nearby but finds none. She stares at me as I slowly rise. I stand before her, a towering figure that looks down at her. She notices through my damaged suit hints at a strong and muscular build. She looks up with fear and anger
She stiffens slightly as the bat takes her dagger, glancing around in surprise before returning her gaze to the vampire. Her expression flickers briefly between fear and anger, but she quickly school it back into boredom. This creature might have caught her off guard, but that didn't mean she'd let him win easily. "And what exactly do you hope to accomplish by doing that?" she drawled, her voice cool as ever despite the fury coursing through her veins.
Elara took a step back, readying herself for any possible attack or sudden movement on the vampire's part. Her eyes narrowed slightly as they landed on the bat flying overhead, but she refrained from saying anything else about that particular development. For now, she focused solely on this one vampire and his motives for toying with her like this.
I look down at her with still seductive and predatory eyes but more softly this time. She tries to read my body and face for my intentions but finds anything but violence.
Her gaze never wavered as it locked with the vampire's, her expression remaining unreadable despite his attempts to sway her emotions one way or another. "Why are you really here?" she demanded, her voice as cold and emotionless as ever. She took another step back, just in case he decided to lunge at her. "What do you want from me?"
Inwardly, Elara was starting to panic slightly. This situation wasn't like any other encounter she'd had with a vampire before; something felt... different about this one. But she refused to admit that out loud. Instead, she focused on maintaining her composure and appearance of indifference, even as her heart raced in her chest.
There was no room for weakness when dealing with creatures like him. And as long as there was a single vampire left in this world, Elara would continue
the bat from before flies back over and drops the dagger in my hand. She looks at me with horror and anticipation as to what I’d do with the dagger. After a moment, I flip the dagger over and offer her it with nonchalant trust.
She stares at the vampire in disbelief as he flips her dagger and extends his hand, offering it back to her. Her eyes narrow suspiciously before slowly moving up to meet his gaze once more. There was something almost... amusing about this situation; for all his predatory charm and alluring presence, she couldn't help but find the entire exchange faintly ridiculous.
She contemplated accepting the dagger, her mind weighing the risks of doing so against the certainty that she could overpower him if need be. In the end, however, she decided to test his intentions further. "Why should I trust you?" she asked coolly, refusing to take her eyes off him as he held out the dagger.
Her expression was carefully neutral, but there was an undercurrent of danger running beneath the surface. She was prepared for anything this vampire might do;
You shouldn’t. I say calmly with a contradictory statement to my kindness. We lock eyes, my eyes even softer and gentler than before, an admiring look. The look of an admirer not a predator.
Her expression remains impassive as she watches the vampire's eyes, trying to discern his true intentions behind them. She's seen this act before; the pretense of kindness and trust meant to lure their victims in, only to reveal their true nature when it was too late. But there's something about this particular vampire that makes her hesitate, makes her question whether or not he is as dangerous as she assumes him to be.
Time seems to slow down as they stand there, locked in a silent standoff of wills and emotions. Elara could easily pull her dagger back out of reflex, but something holds her back; some small voice deep within whispers that maybe, just maybe, this vampire means what he says.
And so she waits, watching him intently, trying to decide if taking the risk is worth it in the end. Her heart races
If you recall, I DID say I swore to not lay a hand on you. You’ve ought to be more receptive to a vampire’s eternal word. But then again… I DID say you shouldnt trust me… so which one will you believe more?
Her eyes narrowed in thought as she considered his words carefully. There was something about the way he spoke that... wasn't quite right. Something honest and sincere, despite the game they were both playing. Perhaps it was the fact that he didn't force her to trust him, or maybe it was simply her own growing curiosity. Either way, she found herself unable to resist the temptation any longer.
With a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips, Elara reached out and took the dagger back from his hand. She felt a strange sense of... relief wash over her as she gripped the handle once more, almost as if some invisible weight had been lifted from her shoulders. "I don't suppose I could return the favor?" she asked quietly, meeting his gaze once more. There was an undeniable challenge in those eyes now, daring him to cross the line and expose his true nature.
And how’s that? I look at her with curiosity, without hesitation or fear
She smirked slightly at his question, the corners of her mouth turning up just enough to reveal a hint of her teeth. "Perhaps," she drawled slowly, deliberately emphasizing each syllable, "I could show you what it's like to work with someone who isn't your typical prey." There was an edge of amusement in her voice, as if she found the entire situation somehow entertaining.
Her gaze flickered briefly downward before returning to meet his once more, challenging him to respond. What would this vampire say? How would he react to her offer? Elara couldn't help but wonder what sort of game they were playing now, and whether or not she was willing to continue playing along.
In that moment, a strange sense of exhilaration coursed through her veins, stronger than anything else she'd felt in years. It was as if this vampire
You’d have me work with you to kill my own kin? Or is this not what you meant?
Her lips twitched into a faint smirk at his words. "Perhaps," she murmured, her tone thoughtful. "Or perhaps I could teach you how to work against those who would do your kind harm." She paused, studying him carefully before adding with a shrug, "I suppose it all depends on what sort of game you want to play, doesn't it?" There was an undercurrent of amusement in her voice, almost as if she found the whole thing absurd.
But even as she spoke, something deeper stirred within her, something that went beyond simple curiosity or entertainment. For some reason, this vampire intrigued her; his presence had unsettled her in a way no other had before. And the more time she spent with him, the more she found herself wanting to know about him, about why he was here and what he truly wanted from her.
Her eyes never left his face as she waited
I look at her with a serious, unwavering look. I begin to slowly smile, in amusement to her offers, my fangs presenting themselves as long and sharp. But only she realizes that these are signs of a vampire who has not used their fangs in a long time. Shall we go to my home? I’d like to show you what a vampire’s hospitality can exemplify of our species.
She arches an eyebrow at him as he reveals his well-kept fangs, her expression unreadable once more. For a moment, she considers refusing his offer and walking away; after all, it would be foolish of her to trust this vampire so easily, no matter how intriguing their conversation has been so far.
But something within her urges her forward, compelling her to accept the invitation and learn more about him, about vampires like him. Perhaps this was what she had been searching for all along: a chance to understand them better, rather than simply destroying them without mercy.
"Very well," she says at last, her voice cool and confident as ever. "Lead the way." With a slight nod, she follows behind him, her steps unhurried and calm despite the anticipation coursing through her veins.
As they walk, she takes
A whistle of wind begins as the leaves around us begin to twirl and blow about. They begin to circle us in a tornado of energy and wind. The outside word is invisible through the wall of leaves. The leaves dissipate to reveal a warm hearthy grand bedroom with a cozy fireplace and some inviting couch furniture and chairs
Her eyes widen slightly as the leaves swirl around them, revealing the lavish bedroom beyond. She glances around, taking in the details of her surroundings with a mix of curiosity and wariness. This vampire's home was unlike any she had ever seen before; it almost seemed... inviting. Perhaps that was part of his plan all along.
But for now, Elara remained cautious. She knew better than to let her guard down too easily around creatures such as this one. Instead, she focused on gathering as much information about him and his kind as possible, hoping it would help her understand them - and eventually bring an end to their existence.
I apologize for the cold, I dont use the fireplace often. Unlike many vampires feeling cold and seeking warmth by any means, which is ironic given our relationship with fire. But unlike them, I enjoy the cold. Although… if warmth means by sourcing the warmth of your touch… I would not dare to oppose~…
Her eyes narrow slightly at his words, the tone of his voice faintly amused. She hadn't expected him to be so forthcoming about his preferences; most vampires tended to keep their true natures hidden until it was too late. But then again, this particular vampire seemed different in many ways.
She considers his offer for a moment, weighing the risks against the temptation of learning more about him. In the end, she decides that it might be worth trying to understand him better before making any rash decisions. So, with a small smile playing on her lips, she approaches the fireplace and sits down gracefully on the floor, crossing her legs. "Tell me," she says calmly, gazing up at him with an expression that could be mistaken for curiosity or even fascination, "what brings you to have such... unique tastes?"
Decades of cultural inheritance and experience gives and requires each vampire to evolve. Learn new languages, change styles, and even take particular fancies to some cultures. And I personally love the grandeur of a mansion, but ironically hate unused space.
She smiled softly at his explanation, finding it intriguing in its own way. It made sense, she supposed; over time, a vampire's tastes and preferences would change just as they did for mortals. The fact that he had been able to maintain his love for grand surroundings despite hating the emptiness of unused space was rather... admirable, in an odd sort of way.
Still, she couldn't help but wonder how much of this was genuine and how much was just another ploy to lure her in. As much as she wanted to trust him, to believe that he was different from all the other vampires she had encountered, there was a part of her that couldn't quite let go of her suspicions.
Without saying anything further, she rose gracefully to her feet and walked over to one of the plush-looking couches. She
Please. Take a seat. They are not worn in much. I dont get guests, not even from my kin. I take a seat in the chair opposite her So… my dear… what is your name? If you dare give any information to such an intimidating figure…
She hesitated for a moment, considering his question carefully. Part of her wanted to refuse to tell him anything at all; it was her name, after all. But another part of her felt compelled to share this small piece of herself with him. Perhaps it was because she found herself drawn to him in some way, or perhaps it was simply curiosity getting the better of her.
"My name is Elara," she said finally, her voice soft and hesitant. "And yours?"
As she spoke, her eyes remained fixed on his face, searching for any sign that he might be lying to her, that this was all just another game. But she couldn't find anything, not in the expression on his face or the way he held himself. It almost seemed as if... he really did mean what he said.
We vampires dont have names, only titles and inheritances. So I am the Thane of Yortund and Resht, Prince of… I hesitate, a look of disappointment and embarrassment rises in my face We are given key personality traits that drive all we do and all motives we hold… I’d rather not share that with you quite yet…
She arched an eyebrow at his words, curiousity piqued despite herself. This vampire was unlike any she'd ever met before; he seemed to defy the stereotypes and expectations she had held for so long. It was fascinating, in a strange sort of way.
"Very well," she said slowly, her voice deceptively calm. "But what about your key personality trait? Will you not share that with me?" There was an undeniable challenge in her tone, daring him to refuse or lie to her once more.
Their gazes locked, each searching for some hidden truth in the other's eyes. But as the silence stretched on, she began to wonder if perhaps this vampire truly did mean what he said about not playing games with her. The thought sent a shiver down her spine; it was exhilarating and terrifying all
No… my defining trait had me made an outcast and burden to our vampiric bloodline and vampire kind as a whole. They say that it lowers me to a status below even a human or animal… Regret and sorrow fills my face
Her heart ached for this creature, for all that he had been through and the burdens he carried with him. She could see it in his eyes, feel it emanating from him like a palpable thing. And yet... there was something else there as well, something that made her hesitate. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
For a moment, she considered reaching out to comfort him, offering some sort of reassurance or friendship despite their differences. But then doubt crept in, and she found herself unable to trust her instincts anymore. Perhaps this was just another game he was playing with her emotions, using his supposed outcast status as a weapon against her.
In the end, she settled for staying silent, her expression unreadable as she searched for something more to say or ask. Her mind raced, but nothing came forth, and she could think of no way to break the silence that seemed to
A whistle of air makes itself verbal at the window, covered in blacked out curtains. I go over and investigate the noise and see a blizzard hailing hard outside. My dear… this is forward if me to ask but would you like to spend the night here? Or until the storm fades.
Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of the storm outside the window. It was beautiful and terrifying all at once, a powerful display of nature's raw power that left her momentarily speechless. She considered the vampire's offer carefully before responding. "I would... like that," she said finally, her voice soft but steady. "To stay here until the storm passes." There was something about being in this warm, inviting space with him that felt right, despite all the warnings in her head telling her to be cautious. Perhaps it was simply a part of her nature - her curiosity and desire to understand things on a deeper level - that led her down this path.
She turned back to face him, meeting his gaze once more. "Thank you for your hospitality," she said sincerely.
For now, at least, she would trust this vampire and see where the night took them both
Are you hungry? I typically have a bite and drink before bed. I mean that with no elusive or predatory intent! I spit out the last sentence in correction, to not give the wrong idea
She paused for a moment, considering his question carefully. It wasn't an unreasonable offer; after all, most people did eat and drink before going to bed. But she couldn't help but feel wary about accepting anything from this vampire, no matter how genuine his intentions might seem.
With a small smile, she decided to take a chance. "I wouldn't mind something light," she said finally, her tone cautious yet not unfriendly. "Just as long as I know what it is."
There was an undercurrent of challenge in her voice, a hint that she wasn't entirely convinced that he meant her no harm. But then again, perhaps she should trust him; after all, she had already spent quite some time with him now and nothing untoward had happened. It was a risk, but one she felt compelled to take.
I snap my fingers with a magical whoosh. A few moments later an upright gargoyle, poised and proper, comes in with a platter of local dried meats, and fresh berries from the local area of the north. Elderberries, blueberries, and juniper berries color the assortment beautifully. The gargoyle set the platter on the coffee table and promptly leaves
Her eyes widened as the gargoyle appeared with the platter of food. It was more than she'd expected, but she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of gratitude toward this vampire. The fact that he had gone through the trouble of summoning his servant just to offer her something to eat meant something, didn't it? Or was it all just another game?
With a soft exhale, she pushed these thoughts aside and focused on the moment at hand. She took a seat on one of the plush couches and began to nibble on the food, careful not to take too much. It tasted delicious, better than anything she'd had in years. As she ate, she found herself studying this vampire more closely, trying to read his intentions behind his every move.
But no matter how hard she searched, she couldn't find any hint of deception
Are they to your liking? I have them hand picked from the local vineyards every season, and the meat is harvested cleanly from nearby cattle farms.
She nodded, taking another bite of the succulent meat before swallowing. "They're very good," she said sincerely, her voice husky with appreciation. "Thank you for thinking of me." As she spoke, she couldn't help but wonder what it was about this vampire that made him so different from all the others she had met before. Perhaps it was because he wasn't trying to dominate or control her in any way, even though they were technically at odds with one another.
Or maybe... just maybe, there was more to him than met the eye. As much as a part of her wanted to resist trusting him, another part of her couldn't help but feel drawn towards him, as if some unseen force were pulling them together despite their differences. It was an unsettling thought, one that made her heart race and her palms sweat with anticipation and fear.
Oh! What kind of host would I be to serve food and no drink? What would you like my dear? Mead? Wine? Fresh brewed beer? I have wines of all the berries there and more, mead from the finest honey, and beer of the most refined sort.
She raised an eyebrow at the thought of drinking alcohol. It had been a long time since she'd done so, and despite her reservations about trusting this vampire, part of her felt compelled to accept his offer. After all, it was his home, and he had gone out of his way to make sure she was comfortable here.
"I would love some wine," she said finally, smiling faintly. "As long as it's not too sweet." There was something about the depth of emotion in her voice that didn't quite match the casual tone of her words; even as she tried to hide it, a note of hesitation crept in, betraying her conflicting feelings toward this vampire.
As she waited for him to pour her a glass of wine, she couldn't help but wonder where the night would take them both. A shiver ran down her sp
I snap my fingers once more and the gargoyle comes in with a marked wine, with no indication of the base berry or fruit, just the year, dating the wine to 353 years old.
As the gargoyle set down her wine glass in front of her, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of curiosity and wonder about the vintage. It was unlike anything she had ever tasted before, and she couldn't help but marvel at the craftsmanship that must have gone into its creation. With a tentative sip, the flavors exploded on her tongue, a complex blend of fruits and spices dancing across her palate.
"This is incredible," she murmured appreciatively, setting aside her initial reservations about drinking wine in this vampire's home. She took another sip, savoring the taste and letting it linger on her tongue before swallowing. "Thank you for sharing this with me."
The room seemed to grow even more intimate as they sat together, sipping their drinks and enjoying the quiet conversation. Despite her best efforts,
I cant say for sure that it is the best I have in stock but it is surely a good batch. Do you drink often? Any particular occasions?
She smiled as she took another sip of the wine, enjoying the taste that lingered on her tongue. "I used to drink more often when I was younger," she admitted with a wistful smile. "These days, it's not something I do very often. Mostly just on special occasions or when I want to indulge myself."
There was an awkward pause as they both considered the implications of her words. Despite their differences, they were both outcasts in their own ways, living lives defined by their alienation from the mortal world. Perhaps there was more that bound them together than she had initially thought.
"Well," the vampire said eventually, breaking the silence. "I hope tonight can be considered a special occasion for both of us." His eyes met hers over the rim of his wineglass, and Elara found herself unable to look away.
Once in seemingly infinite lifetimes have I found myself looking at such a beautiful portrait before me. A beautiful human woman sipping a fine blend of wine in my grandiose manor on a blizzardly night~…
Her cheeks flushed at his words, and she took another sip of the wine to hide her sudden embarrassment. There was something about this vampire's presence that made her feel unsettled, yet strangely alive as well. "Thank you," she managed to say at last, forcing herself to meet his gaze once more.
For a moment, they remained locked in silence, the air between them thick with an unspoken tension. Elara wasn't sure what came over her next; perhaps it was just her curiosity getting the better of her again, or maybe she truly did want to understand him and his kind better. Either way, she found herself asking a question that had been on the tip of her tongue since they first met.
"Why do you hate being alone?"
I… I an taken aback by her words I… What gives you the impression of that being so?
"It's just... the way you act around me," she said softly, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "There's a... loneliness in your eyes that I can't help but notice. And when we first met, you mentioned having unique tastes... well, it all seemed to fit together." Her voice trailed off, and she sipped at her wine once more, studying his reaction carefully.
For a moment, there was silence between them. Then the vampire laughed, a deep, warm sound that contrasted sharply with the cold night outside. "Ah," he said, waving one hand dismissively, "you are too clever by half."
I admire your deductions. Though I believe the answer you are looking for is that, I MUST be alone. I require not blood but rather the lifeforce of other being to survive. That can be anything that sustains or guarantees life. For some vampires they opt for blood, the most accessible. For others they opt for male sperm or female eggs. Others, myself exclusively choose eggs… of chickens that is.
She furrowed her brow in confusion as he explained his unique needs. While it didn't quite make sense to her, she could see that this was something deeply personal and important to him. Despite their differences, there was a certain level of understanding beginning to grow between them, a recognition that perhaps they weren't so unlike after all.
For a moment, the room seemed less tense, more at ease as they continued to talk, sharing stories and memories from their long lives. It wasn't quite friendship yet, but it was something close - an uneasy truce borne of shared isolation and a desire for understanding. As the night wore on, Elara found herself drawn ever deeper into this vampire's world, despite her best efforts to remain aloof. And when at last she stumbled up to her bedroom, exhausted from their conversations yet unable to sleep, she knew that whatever happened next would be shaped
My dear… as our night comes to an end, Im sure you’re tired, would you care for a warm shower and then we’ll figure out sleeping arrangements between us.
She hesitated for a moment, feeling uneasy about the proposition. Sharing a bed with this vampire was one thing; taking a warm shower together felt like it would cross a line she wasn't ready to cross yet. But then again, refusing might make him think that she didn't trust him... or worse, that she was afraid of him.
With a deep breath, she finally nodded, mustering up the courage to face whatever came next. "All right," she said softly, her voice trembling just slightly. "Let's take that shower."
Would you like me to stand outside or… would you rather I join you? Im sorry I didn’t iterate before.
She hesitated, considering his offer carefully. Part of her was still wary about being in such close quarters with him; it went against every instinct she had as a vampire hunter. But another part of her, the part that wanted to understand him and trust in their strange connection, told her that sharing the shower might be the only way for them to really come to terms with what they felt for each other.
With a deep breath, she finally forced herself to meet his eyes, searching for any hint of deception or malice there. But all she saw was honesty and sincerity shining back at her, reflecting the turmoil within her own heart.
"You can join me," she said softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of the wind howling outside the window. "If that's what you want." There was a note of vulnerability in her voice now, an admission that
I smile at her and lead her to the bathroom, the marble floors and white ivory counters and showers glistening cleanly as the light came on. I take a small and a large robe from the cabinet and ready them for when we get out. I start the warm water. I recon I should go first, to not make you feel alienated and to test the water before you get in. Is that okay?
As they entered the bathroom, she followed him, taking in the luxurious surroundings with awe. She had never seen anything quite like this before; it was like stepping into another world, one far removed from the grim reality of her existence as a vampire hunter. As he took care to select robes for them, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the thought that she had judged him so harshly all this time.
"Yes," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "That's okay."
I turn away from her and begin to take off my shirt, my massive stature and musculature become fully visible now. When clothed, the coverings hid my physique from anything but a skinny, tall man. She takes in my massive back muscles and arms. I begin to take off my pants, she stares in liking, at my muscular legs and ass. I get in the shower, the glass of the shower hiding what she was anticipating to see, my member.
She swallowed hard as she watched the vampire undress, her eyes tracing over his muscular form with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. Despite herself, part of her was drawn to him, wanting to see more of what he had hidden beneath his clothes. As he stepped into the shower, she hesitated for a moment before following suit, peeling off her own soaked clothing with shaking hands.
The warm water cascaded over her body, washing away the dirt and grime of her journey as well as some of the lingering doubts in her mind. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to pretend that they were just two people sharing a harmless shower together, instead of a vampire and a vampire hunter who shouldn't be trusting each other at all.
When she stepped under the stream of water, she found herself standing close enough to him that their bodies br
I stand, facing away from her at all times, maintaining her modesty in front of me. dont mistake my not facing you as disgust, but it would be barbaric of me to gaze upon your body unwarranted and undeserved.
Despite his words, she couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment as he didn't face her in the shower. Perhaps it was just her own insecurities talking, or perhaps there was more to him than met the eye. Either way, she tried not to dwell on it too much and instead focused on enjoying the warm water and the brief respite from the storm outside.
As they stood beneath the cascading water, a strange sense of intimacy settled between them. They were both outcasts in their own ways, and yet here they were, sharing something so simple and pure as a shower together. It was as if some invisible bond had been forged between them, binding them together in a way neither could understand or explain.
The minutes ticked by, the sound of running water filling the bathroom as they both allowed themselves to relax and enjoy the moment. Eventually, Elara felt her e
Suddenly she felt a strange sensation come over her, she felt the need to not only touch my muscles in satisfaction of her fantasy, but also to calm me slightly of my disciplined gentleman’s curtesy of not looking at her. She approaches me from behind and reaches up to begin running her hand up and down my back, feeling each curve and tension while also trying to calm me
She hesitated for a moment before reaching up to stroke his back, her fingers running across the smooth skin of his shoulders and down his spine. The contact sent shivers through her body, making her heart race faster in response. As she continued to touch him, she felt a strange sense of power flow between them; it was as if their connection had grown stronger now that they were physically close like this.
The vampire let out a low groan at the feel of her hand on his skin, his body tensing beneath her touch. She could feel the heat radiating from him, his muscles bunching and relaxing as he tried to control himself. It was intoxicating, addictive; she couldn't help but want more of it. Her fingers moved lower on his back, tracing circles around his waist before sliding higher up his spine once again.
As her touch became bolder and more insistent, the
E-elara?
She moaned softly against his back, her touch becoming even more insistent as she felt him respond to her touch. Her body tingled with desire for this vampire, wanting him in a way that defied all logic and reason. She could feel herself growing hot beneath the water, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as their connection grew stronger with every passing moment.
Her hand slid lower still, cupping his rear before moving up higher, feeling the warmth of his skin against her fingertips. His body trembled under her touch, and she knew he was close to giving in to whatever it was she was doing to him. A thrill raced through her as she realized that she held this power over him, that she could make him feel things he'd never experienced before.
With a shuddering gasp, the vampire let out a low growl and turned around in her arms
I-I think we should… um… Im sorry but we’ve ought to head to bed… I promise I’ll make up to you what time lost here I took from you. Please forgive me?
Her heart raced as she looked up at him, their faces mere inches apart. He was flustered, his muscles tense and trembling under her touch. It was exhilarating; she had never felt such power or control over someone before. But even as she reveled in the moment, she knew that there was more to this vampire than just the physical sensations he elicited from her.
"I-I'm sorry," she stammered, feeling a sudden rush of heat to her cheeks. "I shouldn't have... done that." She looked away, embarrassed by her own desires and confused by what they meant for their strange connection. But despite everything, there was still something drawing her to him, something that made it impossible for her to push him away completely.
No… Im sorry… I swear to make it up to you with interest… soon… I step out of the shower and put on my robe. I grab hers and hold it out to help her into it, I look away as she carefully steps out and slips into the robe that I hold out
She accepted the robe with a nod of thanks, trying to compose herself as she pulled it on. Her cheeks still felt hot from their close encounter in the shower, and she found herself unable to meet his gaze. There was so much about him that fascinated her, bewildered her - and scared her too. Despite everything, there was a part of her that wanted more.
"You're certain I can trust you?" she asked softly as they made their way back toward the bedroom. "After all, it isn't every day that a vampire hunter lets herself be alone with one of your kind." Her words were laced with doubt and uncertainty, but there was also an undercurrent of curiosity and desire that she couldn't quite hide.
Im not so certain whether you should trust me… but are you certain? We walk back to the bedroom
The question hung in the air between them as they reached the bedroom, its implications resonating deeply within her. She wanted to trust him, she truly did; but there was so much about him that didn't add up. And yet despite everything, she found herself drawn to him like a moth to flame. It wasn't just his physical presence or his mysterious nature - there was something more beneath the surface, something intangible and irresistible.
"I don't know," she admitted finally, her voice little more than a whisper. "Maybe I shouldn't." But even as she said the words, she couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she did. Would he hurt her? Or could there be some kind of understanding between them, some bond stronger than either of their pasts?
Would you like to take my bed for the night? I did not ready any other beds or bedrooms unfortunately. But then theres the question of where I’d sleep. She feels a shiver at her own idea but she has the slight tinge of will to suggest we share the bed
She hesitated, unsure how to respond. On one hand, sharing a bed with him was incredibly dangerous; on the other, it might be the only way for her to understand what made this particular vampire tick. And then there was the small part of her that longed for closeness and comfort, no matter how illusory they might be in this situation.
"I-I don't know," she stammered finally. "It might not be a good idea." Even as she said it, however, she found herself unable to meet his gaze, her cheeks growing warm at the thought of sharing his bed. Maybe just for tonight...
When I was young I always found unorthodox ways and positions to sleep, I can just sleep standing if it makes you more comfortable. To have the bed to yourself that is.
She chewed on her lower lip, still unable to make up her mind. Despite the danger and uncertainty of being alone with this vampire, there was something about him that drew her in, made her want to trust him despite all reason not to. Maybe... just for tonight... "All right," she said finally, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "We can share the bed." There was a strange mix of fear and excitement coursing through her as she spoke the words aloud; she knew this was a decision that could change everything between them, for better or worse.
A-are you sure? I sleep shirtless and I dont want to make you uncomfortable.
She felt her heart race as he spoke, his words sending a shiver down her spine. Despite herself, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to share the bed with him, so close that their bodies would brush against each other throughout the night. "I-I'm sure," she managed to stammer, forcing a smile to her lips. "I can handle it."
With shaking hands, she removed her robe and slid beneath the sheets of his enormous bed, shivering slightly from the cold night air. As he joined her, she found herself pressed against his side, their bodies in such close proximity that she could feel every heat of his skin through the thin fabric of her shift.
The silence between them was almost deafening as they lay there together, neither quite sure what to say or do next. The air felt charged with tension and anticipation, making it hard for Elara to
She feels a rush of heat pool in her core, a recall of what we shared in the shower, and what we could share now. She resists herself but gives in eventually and begins to nuzzle closer to me, under the sheets
Her heart raced as she felt the heat emanating from him, his body pressed against hers. The thought of what they could share filled her with both fear and desire, making it impossible for her to resist any longer. As he nuzzled closer beneath the sheets, she responded in kind, closing the gap between them even further.
The touch of their skin sent shudders through her body, making her nipples harden and ache with need. It felt so right somehow, despite all logic telling her it was wrong; as if this vampire had been meant for her in some strange twist of fate. Unable to resist any longer, she arched her back against his chest, seeking more contact, more heat from him.
Her breath came faster now, mingling with the warm air between them, as she waited eagerly for whatever he would do next.
I begin whispering in her ear I can make this feel… nicer… if only I hadnt sworn to not lay a hand on you…
She moans softly as his hot breath brushes against her ear, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, arching into him further. "I want you to touch me." Despite knowing that what they're doing is wrong, something deep within her craves his touch, needs it more than anything else in the world. As he hesitates for a moment longer, her breath catches in anticipation, her heart racing with desire for this mysterious vampire who holds so much power over her.
I can only break my word if given permission by all those applied to, and present during the oath. So… can you say I have your permission?
Her heart races as she thinks about what he's asking her to do; break his oath. Part of her knows that it would be wrong, but another part can't help but want him to touch her again. She looks into his eyes and sees the conflict there, the desire mixed with guilt and obligation. It's a powerful thing, this connection they have... "Give me your word that you won't harm me," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the soft sound of their breathing. "And I'll give you permission to break it."
Her heart is in his hands now; she feels so exposed and vulnerable, but there's something thrilling about it too. A wild ride through darkness and desire that leaves her aching for more.
I give my word to never willingly harm you and should I, unintentionally I will do all in my power to undo what damage was done.
When she hears his words and feels the sincerity behind them, a shiver runs down her spine. For the first time in her life as a vampire hunter, she truly believes that this vampire won't hurt her; at least not intentionally. And with that belief comes a sense of trust, fragile and tenuous but present nonetheless.
"Then take what you want," she whispers, arching into him even more eagerly now, her body calling out for his touch. "I'm yours." The words taste strange on her lips; they feel wrong somehow, yet at the same time... right. As he moves closer, as his hand finally brushes against her skin once again, she lets out a moan of pure pleasure that echoes through the quiet room.
His touch is hot and sure, exploring every inch of her body with a possessive tenderness that
I pull her by the waist closer into my own embrace as she wraps her arms around me. I am reminded that she is completely naked beneath our mutual sheets and that I am only wearing a pair of pajama pants.
The feel of his warm, naked skin against hers sends shivers through her body as they embrace tightly. The heat between them grows more intense with each passing second, making it hard for her to think or breathe properly. She can sense the strength in his arms as they hold her close, protective and possessive at the same time. It's a powerful feeling, one that makes her feel both wanted and needed in a way she never has before.
Her fingers dig into the smooth skin of his back, her nails leaving tiny red marks behind as she arches her body closer to his. A soft moan escapes her lips, her desire for him growing stronger by the moment. She feels hot and needy, aching with the building pressure inside her. The air in the room seems charged with an almost palpable energy, a thick haze of lust and passion making it difficult to focus on anything but the vampire
M-may… m-may I kiss you my dear Elara? I say hesitantly and embarassed
Her heart races as he asks, a shiver of anticipation running through her body. The thought of his lips on hers is almost too much to bear; it would be the ultimate surrender, giving herself fully and completely to him. Her eyes meet his hesitant gaze, and she sees the same mixture of desire and uncertainty there that fills her own heart.
With a soft, trembling breath, she nods, ever so slightly. Her lips part as she waits for his touch, anticipation building within her until it feels like it might explode out of every pore. She closes her eyes, willing herself to trust him, to let go and see where this night takes them both.
Their kiss is tentative at first, a gentle brushing of lips that sends shockwaves through her body. It grows deeper, more urgent as they lose themselves in the sensation of each other's mouths on their own. His
Wait… I dont want to accidently bite you with my fangs… they are quite sharp and it wouldnt take much to hurt you with their sharpness… do you know of a work-around maybe?
Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she can feel her skin tensing where it brushes against his. "It's all right," she whispers, trying to reassure them both. "I trust you." It's a risky thing to say; they've only known each other for a short time, and there's no guarantee that he won't hurt her despite his word. But somehow, deep down inside, she believes he won't; not tonight, at least.
She tightens her grip on him, pulling him closer still as their kiss becomes more intense. Her body arches into his, pushing against the sharp points of his fangs when they graze against her lips. It's a dizzying sensation, one that both frightens and excites her in equal measure. The sheets tangle around them, caught up in their passionate embrace, as if
*In tease and mocking of danger, she runs her tongue up and down my fangs, testing their sharpness carelessly.
Her tongue glides along the length of his fangs, tracing their sharp edges with a soft, curious touch that sends shivers down her spine. It's an exhilarating feeling, this playful dance between pain and pleasure; she can feel herself growing hotter and more needy as they kiss. With a moan of wanton desire, she deepens the kiss, allowing their tongues to twist together in a sensual tangle that leaves her breathless.
Her hands wander over his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles as she feels his strength beneath her fingertips. The heat between them intensifies with each passing second, and she can feel herself growing wetter with desire, needy for more than just this kiss. Her hips begin to rock against him in a silent request for contact elsewhere on her body, and when he finally obliges by sliding a hand down the smooth skin of her
Her breath hitches as he touches her so intimately, his fingers slipping between her legs and finding the wet heat that awaits him there. She arches into his touch, moaning loudly into their kiss as he teases and pleasures her with skilled, knowing strokes. Her whole body trembles with desire for this vampire, wanting him to take her, claim her completely.
As the passion between them grows wilder, she feels herself slipping deeper into a realm of sensation and need where nothing else matters but their connection. She wants to lose herself in this moment forever, to be consumed by the fire that burns within both of them.
You are so beautiful my dear~… As our kisses intensify Elara gets a dangerous but sensual idea that borders and tests this relationship; she WANTS me to drink some of her blood
Her heart races as he tells her she's beautiful, a thrill of desire coursing through her at the thought of going even further with this vampire. A shiver runs down her spine as she thinks about offering him her blood; it seems so intimate and daring, like something that should be terrifying but feels incredibly right in this moment. She's not sure if she can trust him completely, if he won't hurt her or take advantage of her offer...
With a trembling hand, she reaches up to stroke his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw with her fingertips. "I want you to drink my blood," she whispers, the words tumbling out before she can second-guess herself. "But only if it means I belong to you." The thought is both terrifying and exhilarating; surrendering herself completely to him feels like walking into darkness blindfold
I-I… I dont know if I can do that… I say hesitantly I dont want to hurt you. And I also swore against it just now…
Her heart skips a beat at his words, her hopes dashed by the realization that he might not accept her offer after all. She bites her lip, trying to fight back the disappointment and uncertainty that floods through her. A part of her wants nothing more than for him to take what she's offering, to claim her as his own; but another part knows it would be reckless, dangerous. "I understand," she manages to whisper, trying to sound steady despite the quiver in her voice. "It's all right." Her fingers trail down his chest, over the smooth planes of muscle and skin before coming to rest on his hip. Even this close, it feels like they're worlds apart; she longs for more than just their lips touching, more than the teasing caresses between her legs.
She closes her eyes, gathering herself as she tries to find the courage to say what'
I… I… I love you Elara… I manage to squeeze out as I kiss her collarbone tenderly I would apprehend your request if you gave me permission yet again to break my word…
Her heart stops as he whispers those words, feeling like the air has been sucked out of the room. She's not sure what to say, how to react; she can barely breathe beneath the weight of emotion that crashes down upon her. It's a reckless thing, this love they share, this connection that binds them together in ways neither of them fully understand.
For a moment, she wavers, unsure if she should trust him with such a powerful gift. But as his lips graze across the soft skin of her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine, she realizes that she can't resist any longer. This vampire has claimed her heart, and there is no turning back now.
With trembling fingers, she reaches up to cup his cheek, feeling the stubble scratch gently against her palm as he looks down at her with those intense eyes. "
You can have my blood. I trust you. Take what you want; claim me as your own. Just promise that we won't be apart again, all right?
Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, fear and desire tangled up in every syllable. She holds her breath, waiting for his answer, praying he understands how much this means to her. The silence stretches between them, electric and charged with anticipation, as their eyes lock and the connection between them seems to deepen, growing impossibly strong.
She feels hot and needy beneath his touch, aching for release but afraid that if she asks, he might deny her. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders as she tries to steady herself, trying not to lose control in this moment when everything hangs in the balance.
I promise… to always protect you from outside forces and to always be with you either in form or manifested spirit…
A shiver runs down her spine as he speaks, his words sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She's never felt so connected to someone before; it's both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. Her heart races with anticipation, knowing that this moment could change everything between them, for better or worse.
As he says his promise aloud, she allows herself a small smile, her fingers trailing down his chest to rest against his hardened member. The contact sends a rush of heat through her, making it difficult for her to think clearly. She's aching for him, needing the release that only he can give her.
Her lips part as she waits for him to make the next move, her eyes locked on his, searching for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty. But all she sees is desire, raw and untamed, burning bright in those dark irises. She nod
Would you like me to drink of you now? I ask softly without pressure
Her breath catches as he asks the question, her heart hammering wildly in her chest. There's a sense of anticipation and fear mixed together, making it hard for her to think clearly. She nods, feeling a rush of heat flow through her body at the thought of him drinking from her. It feels both intimate and dangerous, like surrendering herself completely to this vampire in a way she's never done before.
I can do it from here I place a kiss on the side of her neck or here I take her hand and place a kiss on her wrist or… I lower myself down slowly to her sopping wet sex here~? I place a more drawn out kiss just on the tip of her clit and once done, come back up to meet her face once again
Her breath catches as he kisses her neck and then her wrist, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. But when he lowers himself between her legs, that's when she truly gasps for air. It's intense, this feeling of being so close to him; their bodies joined in a way that feels almost primal. As his hot breath fans over her sensitive skin and his lips brush against her clit, she arches into the contact, moaning loudly.
"Oh God," she whispers, her fingers tangled in his hair as he teases her mercilessly with gentle kisses and soft caresses. Her whole body tightens, coiling with desire as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge. The anticipation of finally being claimed by him is almost unbearable; all she can think about is how good it would feel to have him inside her, taking what he
Or… I raise myself up to her chest maybe here? I suck lightly on one of her tits, without drawing blood. I meet her eyes as I suckle lightly
She gasps as he suckles her breast, arching into the contact with a moan of pleasure. Her hips grind against his mouth, seeking more of that delicious sensation. The feel of him touching her like this, claiming her so possessively, makes her heart race and her body tense with need.
As he looks up at her with those dark eyes, she can't help but feel the weight of their connection; it's intense and overwhelming, making her feel both exposed and protected in equal measure. She reaches up to touch his face, tracing the line of his jaw with trembling fingers as they stare at each other, lost in the moment.
My love?
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she gazes into his eyes, feeling so connected to him it's almost painful. He's the last thing on her mind as their lips meet once more, hungrily seeking each other out. Her fingers tangle in his hair, urging him closer still, wanting all of him; needing him to claim every inch of her skin and bone. As he kisses her deeper, harder, she moans into his mouth, arching her back off the bed in search of more contact with his body.
She's never been this lost before, never felt so completely and utterly consumed by desire for another person. It terrifies and thrills her all at once; it makes her feel like she's walking a tightrope over an abyss, teetering on the edge between pleasure and pain with nothing to hold onto but his strong hands.
But despite the
My love… where would you have me draw the blood from?
Her heart skips a beat as he asks the question, their connection still so raw and intense it makes her breath catch in her throat. She looks into his eyes, searching for any hint of doubt or fear, but all she sees is love and desire. Slowly, she traces a shaking finger down from his jaw to his neck, lingering near the soft skin beneath his ear before moving higher, following the line of his throat to where it meets his collarbone. "Here," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "I want you to drink from here." It's a surrender unlike anything else; giving him her blood is more than just trust and permission; it's an offering of herself in its most intimate form.
As you wish my Queen… I trail a line of kisses down her jaw and then neck stopping in the middle as she turns her head to give me a better view. I begin softly licking a small area of her neck, to prepare it. Each movement of my tongue turns her on even more.
Her breath hitches as he trails kisses and hot breath down her neck, his touch sending shivers of desire racing through her body. She arches into him, moaning softly as she feels herself growing wetter at his attentions. Her fingers dig into the sheets, gripping them tightly in anticipation, wanting to feel more; wanting him deeper, harder.
As he licks and nips at her skin, she tilts her head back, offering herself up fully to this vampire. She trusts him with her blood; she trusts him with her body. And even as he prepares her, teasing and torturing her with his tongue, she can't help but feel a sense of completion, of rightness about everything that's happening between them. It's like they were always meant to be together, destined for this moment, no matter the cost.
Are you ready?
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as he asks the question, and she can't help but nod eagerly. The anticipation has been building for what feels like an eternity, and now that it's almost here, she feels a mixture of fear and excitement course through her veins. His lips are inches away from where she's offered herself to him, and as they both stare at each other, breathless and desperate, she knows this moment will change everything between them.
You must speak it my dear… I need to hear it of you…
"I-I belong to you," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion as their gazes lock. "Take what you want." She knows this is the moment of truth; that once he takes her blood, there will be no going back. But despite the fear racing through her veins, she can't help but feel a sense of relief and peace wash over her at the same time.