Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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The plan was perfect, flawless. It was just what he needed in order to get back at Kershov for helping Halina survive his poison. But then… Draven‘s plan for poisoning Halina have been flawless too, and yet it had been wrecked by the entrance of an unknown member, the very same Kershov. He had not accounted for it, and how could he have? The poison that he had used on her was rare, and he had not thought that any of the vargs in this land knew of its existence, let alone of its remedy. But Kershov, the fucking dickwad, apparently knew a healer who knew more than most of her kind, and had, despite his own poisoning, had dragged the broken Halina in order to save her life. Had dragged her all the way from the land that had once been Abendrot to the land that had once been Saw Tooth. But that was in the past, and this was now. And there were so many ways for all of it to go right… and there was not a single way he could imagine it going wrong. For not every part of the plan needed to succeed in order to hurt Kershov. Briseis had already infiltrated the pack… Simply her presence there was an invasion into Kershov‘s turf, and she would be able to report on his activities, on his actions. When the truth came out, the fact that he had been duped would injure his pride. Now, if she failed to seduce him, despite all the lessons that Draven had endlessly taught her? If he would not mate with her, no, if he would not fuck her? It would lessen the sweetness of Draven‘s revenge, but it was not an end all. She could, instead, kill Kershov’s children in the middle of the night. Or, turn some of his pack makes against him. Or exploit whatever other weakness that she would discover lay within him. Ah, there was so many things that could go right. And he could see nothing that could go wrong. For, she was his Mesmer, and had to obey his every command.
However, one thing that he had not been planning on was the food shortage. Draven had fed on her from time to time, but tasted her blood as a rare commodity. Briseis had mainly been used by the vampire titan for her body, fucking her in every orifice until she could not walk due to the pain, and really could do little more than simply lay there and whimper. Even then, during the times when Draven truly outdid himself, she was too tired to even make a sound. And by now, he knew her quite intimately, and knew how every movement affected her, where she felt the most pain, and also the least. He knew her endurance levels, her stamina, and exactly how far he could push her before she passed out. Where was the fun in being passed out? Where was the fun in her not feeling the things that he did to her? To digress, sweet, innocent, violated and defiled Brie had rarely been used as a blood bag. Draven had previously found it easy to find prey, and had even had a few willing volunteers, such as Costin. But now with the changes in the pack, and the strange indoctrinations that had occurred and been rendered under the reign of the interim queen, Draven found himself at a loss. At least back when he lived in the caverns, he could find food easily and swiftly, and without much effort - many wolves, lynxes, and even foxes would stumble in, looking for a place to rest at night. At night was when the dark hessian was most active and at his strongest, not to mention when his hunger demanded payment. But in Caidir Olc, most of the other carnivores could not be taken down by a single wolf, not even a vampire, and by the command of the queen, the pack members were off limits to be fed off of unless it was by willing consent. And gators? They were not something that Draven had any desire to mess around with. The same was to be said of the snakes - he had no way of knowing which of them were venomous or not… or if any of them were poisonous if eaten. The bloody king therefore found himself looking elsewhere for food… Until at last, his sights finally placed himself on the trail that led back to Brie.
He knew he was only a week or so from starvation, but still, he waited patiently outside of Uyaraut‘s borders, waiting for her. He knew she would not stay with in there forever, not with her seemingly new sense of freedom. And he was right… How well he knew his favorite pet…And just like he had done one thousand times, he leapt at her and crashed into her, talons ripping flash so that a scream would be heard coming from her lips. And scream she did… and it was not one of the faint whimpers that he had been so accustomed to due to her weakness from his incessant battering and torture. No, this was a hearty, strong scream, a cry for help, and though a single word from him would have silenced her if he had commanded it, he did nothing of the sort. Instead, he grabbed her scruff and roughly threw her to the ground before pinning and mounting her, his front legs straddling over her shoulders and his back legs straddling over her hips. He nuzzled roughly at her neck and dipped his tongue into her nape, pushing through her thick winter coat until the tip of his pink, moist, organ reached her flesh. She cried beneath him and struggled to get free, and he inhaled her scent which was deliciously tainted by her fear. And then, as he reared back his head, he saw her eyes roll towards him and land upon him, and then she went suddenly very still, bringing a grin to her lips.
“Hello my love, my dearest Briseis. Have you missed me much? Your scream was so… charming, arousing, delicious, delectable. But why did you stop? Why did you stop writhing? You needn’t have. Briseis, have you forgotten how much I enjoy your fight?”
She merely shook her head in response, but he saw her swallow and then tried to take a deep breath amidst her shallow pants. ‘I… I’ve done what you’ve asked as much as I could. But he is wary of me, even still. I must admit that I have not made much progress.’
Draven raised his gaze to the border - he knew he could not linger here long list he be found out. Pity. “Do not rush, my pet, I am in no hurry to get my revenge as long as it is perfect and sweet. No… Take your time and get as close to him as you can. But I need you… And this is going to hurt, something I know you were quite custom to once upon a time … perhaps now your tolerance will be… somewhat lowered.”
He raised his lips and his fangs extended in anticipation of his hunger, and he plunged his twin daggers into her jugular vein. Using the puncture wounds, he drank from her swiftly, taking long, deep gulps from her. It was like a narcotic drug to him, stimulating him, arousing him. But there was no time for it to be done properly. Still… He could not resist the urge to take her, to feel her swallow him whole, so he thrust into her as deep as he could and was rewarded with another scream, this one racked with sobs. So long had he abstained from sex that the feeling of her tight tender lips around him made him climax quickly and he emptied himself into her. Brusquely, he withdrew, and as he did so, he took a bite of her shoulder and tore a long strip of skin from her flesh.
“It mustn’t look like a singular, pointed attack, my darling. Play the part, And play it well. You should see me soon…”
Just as quickly as he had attacked her, he left her. He left her in a heap of tears and pain. Until, that is, the sound of approaching footsteps caught her attention and stilled her vocals.
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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Vampire Ω Caidir Olc Omega Ω Azura Ω
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