The Cavern of Secrets holds much more than you can imagine. Once a forbidden place, the ban on entrance has been released...yet, is it a good idea to enter?
Once a great battle had been fought in this cavern, against a dark beast that had once - and still might - dwell here. No one knows where he disappeared to, but there are rumours...
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ Draven's well-placed insults had seemed to strike a nerve, and the pretty little brute tried to return them. However, Thackary's insults were only met with a slow dark chuckle. Draven could be quite charming when he wanted to be, and certainly had no difficulty bringing women into his den… But more often than not, he forced them there, simply because it was more fun for him. His mind drifted to Lucaya, and he let out a lusty purr - there was a last that he did not mind… Though she was willing to be beneath him, she also enjoyed paying that he you so desire to get out. More than that, she had wanted to join him and his thirsty dark escapades. She was perfect for him… Not to say that she would ever be his only. He was not the monogamous sort, and never would be. As Draven continued to leap closer and closer to his blinded prey, he found himself enjoying the fear present in the others soul. His words were tough, but his body trembled . He tried to talk as if he were brave, but all the while he was searching for the exit, his tail grasping at the wall, looking for the opening. But driven have been circling him, not only to get closer to him, but in order to confuse him. The slight hessian would be so turned around by now that he would never be able to find the exit, not unless he could see in the dark. And only time will tell if he would be granted that gift. Finally, his hunger had overwhelmed him and driven had left toward his prey. His teeth had met their mark just below the others jaw bone, and by some lucky twist of fate, had managed to knock Thackary over. Draven felt that his things were fully extended, and he had no intention of getting off of him. His glowing embers pulsated with hunger and lost, the two emotions so very closely intertwined. Instead of getting off of the smaller wolf, Draven pushed down, his fangs going deeper and deeper into the flesh until they pierced what he was truly searching for-the firehose of all vessels, the carotid artery. It would have been much easier for him to find the jugular-it was larger, more superficial to the skin, and had a center wall. But for some reason, he just found that oxygenated blood was so much richer in taste. Draven was becoming quite the connoisseur, and he would not stand for second rate blood for his feeding. Greedily, Draven guzzled the sweet crimson nectar from the boy's neck. He moaned as it swept its way down his throat and into his stomach, and instantly his body warmed. His own heart began to race faster, now just about beating at the normal speed of any wolf. Normally, it ran at a slow and steady pace, hardly perceptible, but during and immediately after feed, it would pick up in both pace and strength. Draven could feel in direct proportion the other's pulse getting weaker and weaker. He was at the point where he had to make a decision-would he drain the wolf of all of his blood and kill him, never allowing him the chance to change? Or would Draven pull back now, and see what happened? There was no guarantee-sometimes they changed, sometimes they didn't, And sometimes they died anyway. But if he pulled back, the next few moments would be extremely excruciating… And rather fun to watch. He of course had been through the change himself, but it had not been because of anyone else's bite. Instead, he had been the first. For whatever reason, the magic had chosen him to initiate the new line of vampires. And that was it, Wasn't it? He was supposed to bring into creation a whole new line of vampires… So why not this one? Draven released his grasp and purred as he watched the other tremble and seize due to the vampire poison. And then, it happened. Blood began to pour out of everyone of the titan's orifices. Driven leaned over the brute and licked a clean spot, before promptly grasping the back of the boys neck. Draven's physical hunger and his sexual hunger were very closely tied, often interchangeable. It was all the more so now that his vampirism had increased both of them tenfold. Though he had never been with a male before, he had no apposition to it, especially a brute as feminine as this one. Roughly, Draven turned Thackary onto his belly, and mounted him as he had done to Lucaya only a few days prior. His hind limbs straddled the other and he weight kept him immobilized. With a single swift and deft movement, he pushed the male's tail to the side and probed at the other's exit sign, wetting himself. And, just like with Lucaya, he began to take the wolf roughly. The streaming blood was his lubricant, and it made driven all the hornier. His hips buckled in quick succession, and he came quickly, the trembling of the other brute stimulating him even more than he normally would have been. When his own body stop quivering with waves of pleasure, he pulled out and moved to the side, waiting to see whether the titan would survive or not. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |