He stiffened as she leapt at him, bracing for her impact, his growl continuing as he no doubt expected an attack from her, a sound that only grew in intensity as she nuzzled against his nape... As if he was not enjoying her being on top. But as soon as she spoke, he silenced himself and instead grinned at her, widened pupils staring at her. 'So I've denied you have I? I do not recall anytime that you showed your desire for me, that you had any feelings for me. How could I deny you when you kept such feelings hidden from me?' The eboness felt his teeth close around her throat and she purred, vocals reverberating against his ivories. Slowly, she leaned against them, and though she could not feel the pain of his teeth puncturing her skin, she felt the pressure of it. Macaria felt the unique feeling of her own blood dripping down her pelt, pulling gently on each hair as it trailed downward. Gravity pulled on it until finally fell off, landing in the Alpha's maw. He had continued to moved his teeth along her skin, not wanting to injure her but she did not give the choice of that decision to him, and continued to lean into him, long scrapes forming superficially on her delicate skin. Perhaps he had not wanted to hurt her... But she wanted the pain. For she was just now starting to understand her new world in which pain was not present. Her other senses were intact... But not pain.
"You would not allow me to feel anything for you, Grey. You wanted to control everything and everyone in your environment, and whenever I got too close you pushed me away. You did not allow me to show emotions, for whether you did not want to address it or deal with it I do not know. But yes, sir, you denied me." She would not, could not call him 'Master'. For always the twins would be her masters, specifically Herchel... Always would Macaria be bonded to that brute, be attracted to that brute.
'So, Macaria. If I have denied you so much, I guess I need to make up for it then, hm...?' The eboness pulled away sharply, moaning as his teeth pulled on her skin, ripping it a bit again and she leaned down to lick her own blood from his lips, invading his maw with her tongue... But then suddenly he was no longer beneath her. No, instead she fell to the earth, flattened against the hard soil. A growl rumbled in her throat and she whipped her head around, hungry eyes searching for him, pleased to find him behind her. Macaria nearly turned around to leap upon him once again, but he pinned her frozen as he began to bite at her. His incisors broke her flesh time and time again, from her withers, to her sides, to her flanks. More moans pulled from her lips and she quivered, her body excited with anticipation.
She was a virgin, but aside from the lack of experience it did not mean much to her. The breakage of her hymen would not harm her, though the blood would stain her pelt, her flesh. It was the last thing she needed to accomplish in order to truly make her transition from a girl to a woman, from a no one into a vampiress. Macaria had no idea how to complete the act, but Grey seemed to, and when he mounted her, she arched her back, opening herself fully to him. His member urgently pushed against her delicate flower, and she growled urgently, crying out his name as he moved against her. Grey growled in return and he moved against her over and over until the pair collapsed together, both of them fulfilled, both of them peaking at the same time.
But the contact did not end there - the brute continued a cycle of nipping at her and cleansing her, laying at her side. 'So, my dearest Macaria, I guess you can no longer say that I have denied you. At least in one sense.' His Suns turned upon her, but was met by her cool pumpkins that bore into him. "I can say whatever it is I wish to say - whether it is true or not is another story. Yes you have pleasured me, Grey, but nothing has changed. You have not answered the question I asked of you. What am I to you, Grey? You call me 'your dearest', but do not know much about me, especially now. I do not think that we can be labelled as friends or enemies or strangers, but something different. And so I will ask you once more - what am I to you, Grey? What is this?" Though she was now a vampire, and they were drawn to polygamous relationships, a hint of her old past wanted her to want the traditional relationship... One man for one woman.
||Macaria||Female||Vampiress of Abendrot, Zeta||Adult||Channing x Henadin|| |