Heirot

Tenele smiled at him stretching her limbs. "I don't mind being burned," she whispered to him, tilting her face away and smiling into the fur that draped over her arms. Her green eyes flashed back to him and she lifted her feet to brush along his side. "Wouldn't want that time slot you signed for to go to waste, now would you?"

The vampire's instincts jumped into gear so suddenly that he had to remember to apply brakes before he ran out of control. A single claw extended from his right hand and easily sliced through the rope around her legs, freeing them, even as he placed a palm over her shoulder. The touch looked light and gentle, and it wasn't harsh, but there was power behind it, pinning her to the bed. There was no moving out of that grip. "As my lady requests," he said, but it was clear from his body language and his largeness under the thin fabric of his fly that he was in the mood to be in control.

Tenele swallowed hard, excitement flaring in her eyes. Her breath came a bit quicker. There was a horde of things the dress she wore hid. Her ribcage was turning a pallet of many colors, like someone had spilled watercolor and it dyed her skin pale purple and pink in patches. Her leg was neatly bandaged, treated with the finest elf medicine. She even had a cut on her lip to boot.

But, the beauty of Tenele was that despite all the terrible things she endured, she had the strength to carry on despite it, and had room to enjoy the more pleasurable things life had to offer.

She liked his firm touch, his strength, the fact she couldn't move. She was a strong woman, a brave woman, and every now and then she liked being put in a position with him that she couldn't control.

Tenele smiled at him, playfully fighting against the strength of the hand that pinned her. "My clothes will be very hard to get off with these ropes. You'll either have to cut the ropes, or the clothes.... or work around them. Plenty of options."

After all the fighting that day and the magic he'd expended, Vlad's thirst was strong. He undid the clasp on the front of her cloak and ran his hands up beneath the fur, along her waist and stomach. He had a light, sensual touch as he explored her skin, pushing the fabric out of the way. The bed creaked as he knelt on the mattress with her and placed a slow kiss next to her naval, trailing his lips lower. The pulse just under her abdomen called to him deafeningly, filling him with many types of need. He grazed her skin with his teeth and strayed lower, intoxicated with her.

A soft sigh escaped the Queen's Maiden's lips as his hands ran up her skin, pushing her dress along with it. Her bound hands sat just above her head, and for a moment she was content with the game as it was. But, Tenele was feeling more playful than she should have been now that the sedative had completely warn off.

A breathless giggle escaped her as she managed to worm away from his distracted touch to stand, the dress falling back to brush along her ankles and cover the bare skin beneath. Struggling was probably not the best thing to do with a hungry vampire.

Her leg was still uncooperative for the most part, so she hobbled back towards the wall until she leaned against it for support. Looking like a wounded deer was also probably not good when your excited husband was also a man who tended to prey on wounded things. Tenele leaned her head back against the wall and smiled, wondering if it meant something was wrong with her for enjoying the dangers that were there for her in a relationship with him, or if it meant her trust for her husband was just that strong.

"You should know sir, that prisoners are apt to escape unless properly confined... and/or pinned," she warned him with a beautiful smile, collecting her bound hands in front of her.

Vlad's eyes followed her, keen and watchful. The uneven movement of her body as she struggled with her legs getting to the wall filled him with predatory excitement. He remembered to keep it in check as he instinctively rose to pursue her. In moments, he was joined with her again, pinning her to the wall behind her as his lips covered hers. He opened his mouth to her, pulling her into long, deep kisses. He knew how to kiss. He knew how to make the sensation reach all the way into her like a caress. Her dress served as very little obstacle, because he knew how to touch her without even removing it. Her racing heartbeat affected him as surely as if her hands were inside his pants. The effect of her strong pulse pulled a low groan from his throat. His hands tightened over her hips as he pressed his contours luxuriously against hers.

She moaned softly against his lips. A playful smile appeared between kisses. There wasn't much she could do with her bound hands, so she rested them atop her head, holding her arms above her. Tenele was being a little more dangerous in approach with him than normal, usually very careful not to drive the darker part of him crazy. Today she wanted both, and she wasn't entirely sure why.

Her leg protested to her for standing on it, so she shifted her weight more to the good one. Her body pushed against his as she did, seemingly struggling. Her arms draped over his shoulders to better support her, though his body pressing her so firmly to the wall helped more than anything.

Tenele lifted her chin to take a breath, offering her neck for his lips.

Vlad stopped breathing and went curiously still and frugal with his movements, the way a predator does when approaching prey. Everything about her, from her beauty to her interest in him to her helpless position and even the slight pain that jumped through her pulse, was driving him to distraction. And suddenly, her neck was there in front of him, bare and unprotected.

He took her throat in his lips without hesitation, pulling her skin into his mouth without quite breaking it as his teeth grazed needfully against her skin. He was unquestionably the one in control of this encounter, but there was also a kind of surrender in the way he exposed his need to her so openly. He wanted her, absolutely required her at that moment, and his desire for her was an open confession written all over him. He managed to pause his ministrations on her neck for a moment to whisper into her ear. "I'm going to take your dress of now," he said, more informing than asking as his fingers went to the clasp at the back of her neck.

Tenele smiled, tilting her face forward and nuzzling her nose into the cool skin of his neck. "Good luck," she mused, wiggling her bound hands to show him it surely wasn't going over her head. More than likely it would require force to remove the garment, but the elves had been kind enough to leave them with a change of clothing.

Tenele's breath was hot on his skin. She put weight on her leg and made a small hiccup of pain before shifting back onto her good leg. She brushed her lips along his skin before dragging her teeth across and pinching the flesh.

Vlad had the dress down to her waist, but it clearly didn't want to go over her hips. He considered, for just a moment, being patient and taking it up over her shoulders. But then, her flinch of pain set him off and her teeth pinched into him. It was too much to tolerate. He wanted her, right now. He wanted to enter her in every way possible until that pulse became a part of him.

The dress tore from her hips as if it were made of paper. Faster than humanly possible, he had her up against the wall, her legs supported by his hands as he leaned in against her. The position had to be a little rough on her wounded thigh, but it would be a difficult balance to weigh his concern for her against his instinctive need to have at her, regardless of comfort. He supported her with one hand as the other impatiently did away with his constraining pants. "Tenele," he murmured, not even caring that neither of them were fully undressed. He pushed up against her, letting her feel his need for her pressed between them.

Tenele yelped in surprise as the fabric tore away so fast she barely had time to register what was happening. When he lifted her, pinning her body harder against the wall with his, a sharp moan escaped her. It was hard to tell if it was from pain or pleasure as he pressed into her. She swallowed hard, her bound hands behind his neck reaching up to take a fistful of his hair. She shifted up as best she could, squirming her body along his as her lips took his mouth. She bit his bottom lip lightly before drawing away, green eyes wild with desire burned into him.

"Husband," she murmured, dipping her lips to his neck again where she bit him harder this time. "You seem very worked up," she snickered to him deviously. Her body shifted against him again, her teeth pinching harder. If he were human the marks would last, but they would fade as all his wounds did. "Should I be frightened?"

"You should be," Vlad choked on the sensations she was giving him. "Whatever they gave you, apparently we should have asked to take some with us." His sentence dissolved into something closer to a moan, all sarcasm lost in the erotic havok her teeth were wreaking on his sanity. He slid against her, pushing hard and firm. He didn't hold back or go slow. He wanted her to cry out. In an instant, he was one with her, as deep as he could go and deeper.

A sharp sound, between a moan and a cry left her lips. She pressed her face into his neck, breathing hot and ragged against his skin. "You said no more sedatives," she reminded. Her hands clutched tighter in his hair.

She wasn't sure if it was something in that tea, an after affect of whatever had made her so drowsy, or if it were a sudden hidden desire to be far from what the elves thought she was. A pure human embodiment of their holy goddess, a mother who had seemingly abandoned her even if she had all the power in the world to be anywhere she wanted to be.

Though her body was beautiful, it was a testament to how fragile a human was. Bruised ribs and bandaged leg. But even with the soreness and the pain she still managed to be strong enough to hold her own when a vampire had her pinned to the wall. At least, she thought she could hold her own.

Tenele twined her good leg around his body, tangling it with his legs. Sharp, high, cries escaped her with each move he took. She wondered if the patrons would get suspicious if she sounded like she was having too much fun.

Spurred by Tenele's inviting cries, Vlad groaned and joined their bodies almost brutally. He was strong, and he should probably be holding back a lot more than he was against her more delicate body. He was beyond thinking of such things. He wanted to possess her, to feel her body scream under his. He reached around to the side of her neck and thrust his fangs into her. Blood burst into his mouth and swirled through his psyche like a drug, liquid ecstasy pulsing through him. His own orgasm was brooding, nearly achieved, but it hardly seemed to matter in comparison to his sudden awareness of her mind inside his.

He was in a dangerous position. If she got scared now, he might be too excited to stop himself.

This was definitely different from all the other times she'd been with him, where he'd been holding back this side of him for her own protection. She was overcome by so many feelings that she couldn't put her finger on if she would be scared. Her arms locked on him tighter in a hopeless attempt to brace herself against his strong blows. Her leg protested what they were doing, the violent jerking of her body with his sending sharp pinches of pain through her. That was trying to be drowned out by the pleasure of his body in hers.

She cried out, her body both fighting to find a comfortable position for her leg and to stay closer to him.

Then his fangs took her neck, more sudden and needful than usual. It startled her. What if she'd pushed to hard? Taunted too much?

Her pulse jumped at the idea, her eyes growing wide with realization. "Vlad," she warned in gasp, clinging to him tighter. Still his body pursued her, and she felt herself growing closer to that edge. Torn between being afraid, and being blissfully lost.