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Realms Converge	By : Candice Category: +G through L > Legacy of Kain Views: 3562 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Eight: Learning Curve

I was able to catch up with Kain before he could leave Sanctuary. I'd found out, by chance overhearing a pair of vampires as they left the underground, that most of the other Vampires had gone out hunting due to the fact that it was the new moon night and the added darkness this evening made it easier to avoid detection while hunting. Thus we were, for the most part, alone in the halls of the underground safe haven save for a few shut-ins. That had been the reason why no one else had shown up to try and help deal with Nikolai and also explained how Nikolai had been able to sneak inside so easily. I stopped a short distance from Kain and then rolled my shoulders without actually saying anything to him. I... wasn't entirely sure what to say to the white-haired male now that I had found him.

He turned to face me and glared coldly at me with those blue-gold eyes of his. Oddly enough, I didn't see the Soul Reaver at his back any longer and I wondered briefly where had he left the legendary blade. Ah, well. The Soul Reaver was not my concern in all honestly and I was not about to actually ask him where he had left it. Kain walked toward me slowly and, after a long and tense moment spent looking me over, he caught my chin in his right hand. I did not even have the chance to avoid that grasp. I let out a faint sound of surprise at the firm grip and I tried to pull away from him. He held tight and the tips of his claws dug lightly into my skin. I stilled myself rather than try to pull away again and risk actual injury.

"You saved that fool boy more out of 'kindness' than wanting a debt repaid. I sincerely doubt that you even intended to search the boy out to claim that debt either," his voice was a mixture of sarcasm and calm, deadly seeming anger. At the same time I would swear by he look in his eyes that he was confused and curious about my recent actions involving Nikolai. "Do you care for those human whelps more than Vampires. Those who are more your kin by virtue of what you consume to live? Are you rendered that soft because of your supposed Human blood?"

I let out a faint hiss of annoyance at his words and yanked my chin free of his grasp, earning a few minor scratches as I did so, only to be caught again barely a second later. This time his hand latched onto the back of my neck in a tight and firm, unyielding grip. I shifted a bit as I tried to get free of his grasp only to stop the instant his claws began dig painfully into my flesh. I met his gaze angrily as I spoke as I tried to hold my temper at being held in such a manner in check.

"I will do what I can," I hissed out through the minor pain, "to honor both the Vampiric and the Human blood that courses through my veins!"

"Would you show mercy to the Sarafan?" he asked in a mocking tone.

"The Sarafan murder vampires on sight and enslave the other humans all while pretending they follow a 'holy' cause to excuse their grabs for power. Maybe, maybe, there might have been a good apple or two amongst the lot but the moment they helped the others murder and torture other sentient beings, they no longer had the 'moral high ground' and thus are not worth my time," I said with no small amount of annoyance in my tone. "So, no, I would never show mercy to one of those Cretans as they have no honor to speak of... now will you bloody well let go of my neck!?"

Kain let out an amused snort at my words and then shoved me back against the wall roughly as a sneer came to his lips. I stumbled slightly due to the shove but I managed to keep my balance after I had impacted against the wall. I pushed away from the wall a bit as I glared at him and I rubbed at the back of my neck. I could feel a small amount of blood as it smeared over my fingers but the wounds from his claws seemed to have already healed thanks to my being well fed for once. He looked his claws over and he eyed the blood on them for a moment before he licked one claw clean slowly. A hum of noise escaped him. He then looked up at me as he licked another claw clean of my blood.

"You... are a stubborn little thing girl," he said slowly.

"I told you earlier; my name is Katrina," I responded with a wary look and a small growl that tickled at the back of my throat.

"Yes... you did, didn't you?" he purred in a low tone.

*****LEMON!*****

I straightened and pushed back against the wall, suddenly feeling decidedly nervous. The tone of his voice had changed dramatically from that of a paradoxically amused, annoyed and angry tone to that of a dark... purring growl that I couldn't quite place meaning to. The look in his blue-gold eyes had changed as well. A dark heat had filled them. The look I recognized easily enough; Desire.

He finished licking his claws clean before he suddenly moved closer to where I stood frozen against the wall. He stopped barely a foot from me, all the world looking like the hunter that he very much was. And from the look of things, I had for some reason become his intended prey. And yet... unlike Auron when his gaze went dark with desire, I did not feel the immediate need to outright bolt upon seeing a similar dark hunger in Kain's blue-gold eyes. Something held me pinned in place, frozen under the white-haired male's gaze. I was poised not between fight and flight but something else entirely and it... confused the hell out of me.

He reached forward slowly and ran his claws lightly, almost... teasingly, from behind my ear and down my neck. The movement left just a few small scratches on the skin of my neck, scratches that healed rapidly due to my healing factor. I shivered faintly under that sharp yet light touch that felt surprisingly good and blinked rapidly in shocked confusion as I warily kept my gaze on his.

I opened my mouth to ask him what in the hell he thought he was doing and barely managed to produce a single syllable before he took that last step forward. He forced his body carefully along the line of my own and braced his hands on the wall on either side of me. It had been as if a gentle yet firm and unyielding prison of flesh suddenly now held me bound, trapped in place. His lips pushed hard against my own a moment later and his tongue slid over my lips lightly before said organ pushed into my shock opened mouth in a brief flick of movement. It was as if he were... tasting me. I abruptly raised my hands and pressed them against his chest in order to try and push him back as I shook off the shock that held me immobile. I managed to push him away only a few inches and I couldn't seem to be able shove him any further back than that. He would not allow it.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked hesitantly, breathless still with my surprise at his actions and the brief yet intense kiss.

"What do you believe I am doing Little One?" his voice still held that purring, darksome growl.

"My name... is... Katrina," my voice had been barely above that of a whisper as I shivered as a result of his low tone.

Instead of speaking, his lips again connected with mine and I found myself returning that kiss hesitantly after a few moments of remaining as still as possible as another bolt of shock had torn through me. His tongue pushed against my own and I slowly pressed back in tentative brushes.

Perhaps... this would be alright, I thought to myself.

It felt good, damned good actually. He was as skilled at kissing as he was at fighting and I rapidly found myself breathless. I could not deny that I had been attracted to him, even if it had just been the idea of him when he had been naught but a story to me. There was a potent strength and power to him that called to a deeper part of me in a way that... that muddied my senses and scattered my thoughts to the far winds without any seeming effort at all. His lips... they were so soft against mine, equal parts gentle and unyielding. When I shifted my hands against his chest, his bare skin felt so smooth against the palms of my hands. Even the scar on the right side of his lower chest felt perfectly smooth as I tentatively started to run my fingers over him in light, questing touches. He let out a low, pleased sounding rumble at my feather-light touches and his hands slid down from my neck, where he had been teasing, scratching, the skin with the tips of his claws, to my shoulders where he started to rub and massage with firm, sure passes of his thumbs. The pain had been... infinitesimal... and easily ignored beneath the pleasure of that massaging touch, that deep, searing kiss and I trembled beneath his hands.

Kain's hands slid further down, thumbs continuing to rub and massage at my flesh. He abruptly pinned my arms at my sides. I gasped, partly in fear and the action caused me to squirm with a bit of discomfort at the restricting hold. My arms and than wrists were swiftly held immobile against my sides. He pulled back from my mouth with a soft purr of noise as he licked his lips. He then trailed nipping kisses slowly from my lips down to my neck. His fangs and tongue left a teasing trail over the skin of my throat, a trail of sharp nicks that were rapidly soothed by sweeps of tongue that left trails of near warmth and had me shivering within seconds. His fangs nicked harder and harder against my skin until those nipping bites finally drew blood and I let out a gasping hiss of breath at the small pain. His tongue swiftly laved away the blood he had drawn with that last pass of razor sharp teeth and a soothing rumble of noise escaped me as he repeated the move.

I squirmed in his grasp and groaned softly at the continued onslaught of pleasure mixed with faint, small pains. I tried to pull my hands free of his grasp, intent on trying to push him back again and gain some space to think. My nervousness, my shyness I suppose, had to be fully apparent. It was... very obvious what he wanted from me now, but I'd never been with anyone before. I had fought so hard to protect that part of myself from Auron that even now I wanted to pull away, to run and yet... and yet that strange pull within me only grew stronger as he nibbled and licked at the bend of my neck and shoulder. His hands were a firm yet gentle hold upon my wrists and the near constant rumble of noise helped me stay calm and not panic. Even though said tug within me that said everything would be 'okay', I wasn't sure I wanted to be with him. At the same time... the deep part of me that was soothed by his rumbling purr just wanted to give in. There was also the strongest sense that if I did say 'no' outright, he would stop. It was as if I still had the choice available to me to deny his sudden advances. That sense alone helped me to relax further, even if it was only just a touch. It took me three tries to find my voice though and even then it was barely above a strangled whisper.

"I'm... Kain... this..." I let out a near pleased hiss as his fangs scraped sharply over my neck again. I shuddered as his thumbs rubbed over the insides of my wrists. I found it hard to think straight. "Not sure about this... I just... I never..."

He released one of my wrists and reached up to press a finger to my lips in order to silence me. His lips quirked into a smirk of amusement and at the same time he looked very thoughtful as he met my gaze, as if he was trying to decide on what he would do or say at my shyly voiced and garbled concerns. He seemed to nod to himself before he moved his mouth close to my right ear and he spoke softly as his hand moved to press and rub again at my shoulder in a soothing massage. His voice was filled with a serene, calming lilt. A voice that was dark with promise and yet somehow sociable, genial, though it was tinged with his obvious arousal.

"I will be... gentle," he said softly. "You need not fear."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I tried to settle my nerves, to calm myself and push back against the odd rush that I felt coursing through me. That strange, tugging pull that whispered in the back of my mind that it was okay pulsed through me in time with my heart beat and made it difficult to focus. I barely had any luck in succeeding in pushing back the growing heat that pooled low in my belly as I tried to just think. Again I raised my hands, both now free as his other hand moved to close on my hip even as the hand on my shoulder moved to rub lightly over the side of my neck and I tried to push him back a little bit further. I needed a bit more space in order to think. He seemed to sense my need and yielded another inch of space to me, but he moved no further.

I felt dazed... confused really, at the emotions and sensations running through me. My body reacted to even the slightest touch in a way that was intense and focused. Even with all the time spent in that hell hole with Auron's power beating down on my senses, I'd not felt a true draw to anyone within that place, either for aid nor for comfort. There had also always been a layer of disgust and hatred that had helped me fight back against the bastard's power and I'd used those emotions to keep myself from giving in and breaking down the way he had wanted. It wasn't even that I was scared of Kain at this point, far from it, I was... excited. But I would not be used and tossed aside. I would not...

"All right, I... maybe," I shook my head again to try to clear it with little success, "but only if you... I would have... something... from you," I let out a sudden huff of breath as I closed my eyes and I struggled to organize my thoughts into coherent words. I let out a small growl of frustration as I finally forced the urge to... to submit...? down. It felt like I had suddenly breached the waters surface for air and I spoke quickly lest I be drawn under that strange mental tide again. "Look, I'll not be a... a... a one night stand. If that's all you are wanting from me... then get away and leave me be..."

I opened my eyes and met his gaze as steadily as I could manage. I shuddered as his hand tightened briefly on my hip and his claw tips became brief points of almost pain before his grip relaxed moments later. He seemed to be... almost amused with what I had said. I frowned at his amusement and then gulped as his eyes narrowed on me. He raised his hand and trailed his claws over my lips, not scratching, just a feather-light touch that hinted at the danger inherent in those sharp points. His eyes were cold yet still filled with that blatant desire. The draw, the desire, that I felt for him flared as I held my breath and waited for him to respond to my words. My heart beat wildly with a mixture of almost-fear and desire.

"You demand my loyalty?" he asked in an amused tone.

"I... I'll simply not be used and then tossed aside," I managed to growl out in a soft voice.

"Such a brave little one," he purred out, "to demand such a thing from me. You are in luck, as it was already my intention to keep you as mine."

I felt a flash of annoyance and anger. I started to snap at him, outraged, "I am not a pe-...mmph!"

He abruptly pressed his body hard against mine as he kissed me fiercely. His tongue suddenly began to caress my own as he silenced me with that intense kiss. Then, as I slowly relaxed and started to return the kiss, he began to suck on my tongue after he lured it into his mouth with guiding brushes of his own nimble and skilled organ. His fangs nicked the edges of my tongue and the sharp points drew a small amount of blood that filled our mouths and made me shiver again as the coppery taste registered to my senses. I let out a muffled moan as I tried to deepen the kiss, not content to remain placid in his arms, and I tangled my fingers in his hair. The hand that had trailed against my lips drifted down to my side as he increased the intensity of that searing kiss and I let out a low groan as his tongue swiftly won the battle and darted demandingly back into my mouth. That same hand then moved around to my back and slid down to cup the left side of my rear. His claws dug lightly into my flesh through the loose denim of the pants I had on and I let out a soft cry at the grip.

He raised me abruptly, hands tight on my hip and rear end respectively and I let out a startled yelp that was muffled by his mouth on mine at the sudden action. My legs wrapped around his waist whilst my hands dropped down from his hair and latched onto his shoulders in reflex. I did not wish to be dropped to the ground if he suddenly decided to let go. With the new position, I could suddenly and easily feel how hard he was underneath the leather pants he wore. I let out a sound between a hiss and a whimper at the forceful contact as he ground that trapped length against me in a demanding thrust. The hand at my hip moved to keep my upper body pressed firmly against his chest. The palm of his hand shifted to press between my upper shoulder blades, high enough that I didn't feel a need to panic at the unknowing touch. I was quite firmly trapped in place between the wall and Kain's body. He pulled back from the kiss and, as I gasped for breath, he flicked his tongue over the skin of my neck where my pulse had begun to beat a frantic rhythm underneath. He then blew lightly over the moistened skin, which caused me to shiver in his arms and let out a faint moan of pleasure at the sensation.

"Such a sensitive creature you are," he murmured as he let out a growling laugh of dark amusement at my reaction.

His fangs once again brushed teasingly over the skin of my neck and I gasped at the scraping touch. He bit down abruptly into the flesh of my throat and drew blood from me slowly, as if to savor the taste. A wave of pleasure hit me as his fangs sank home and he began to feed. I moaned once more as heat spread through me. It was a slow build of pleasure as he kept his feeding measured in a careful pull that oh, so slowly began to cloud my senses. My claws dug into his shoulders and my legs tightened around his waist as he started to draw blood from me at a faster rate that caused pleasure to sear through me and then stopped feeding altogether only to start the process all over again once my heartbeat started to calm. He let out a low, muffled growl that sounded approving as I started to pant and whimper as the tide of pleasure rose and fell due to that controlled feeding. I shuddered as the sound vibrated against my throat. My mind began to cloud up with need the longer he fed and he pushed me firmly toward a pleasurable peak. I found that I could no longer even think straight as I was lost in the bliss of that calculated feeding.

After a few more moments of this, yet before I could fall completely over that edge, he removed his fangs from my throat with a hum of satisfaction. I opened my eyes and blinked up at the ceiling, not even sure when I had closed them. My mind slowly cleared and I panted for breath as I became aware of my surroundings once more. I realized that he'd torn my shirt off at some point and had tossed it to the side. I shivered as I registered the cool air as it brushed over my mostly bare skin and couldn't help it as I let out a soft whimper. I looked at Kain and realized that he was eyeing the bra that I had been wearing over the past few weeks and had survived the Sarafan's cutting blade that had damaged my lung several nights ago. It was honestly a size too small for me, though the back strap was low enough as to not impede my wings when they were out. I never got much choice on the clothes I had been allowed to wear while at Auron's and oft times he would leave me things that were far too small for me.

There was a look of mild amusement in Kain's eyes as he looked the bra over. Not for wondering what it was but more, I think, that it was in his way. He ran his hand back down along my backside to where the bra was clasped closed and he fiddled with the hooks for a brief moment in curiosity. He let out another hum of noise and then moved his hand back along to the front of my body. He dug his claws into the fabric a moment later and yanked down, effectively tearing the bra apart and rendering it useless in less than a seconds time. I gave a faint yip of surprise and felt my eyes widen as the tug jerked my upper body forward harshly with the force behind that move. I shivered with both desire and a sudden small flash of fear. He reached up a moment later and slashed the straps as well. He had a satisfied smirk on his lips as he held up the small, completely ruined, item of clothing. He then tossed the ruined bits of material and metal aside to join my ruined shirt on the floor.

This is what he considers gentle? I thought to myself. I'm not going to have any clothes by the time he's done if he keeps this up!

He kissed me again and this time his fangs bit into my lower lip and drew yet more of my blood. I growled a bit in response to the flash of near-pain and purposefully let my own fangs nick his tongue when he pushed it back into my mouth. His claws dug into my sides in response to my nip and caused me to let out a hiss of surprised pain. He pulled back a moment with another amused expression on his face as he most likely had not expected me to nip him at all. I was no passive creature though and I stared back at him unrepentantly as I ducked my chin down to protect my throat. A human might have jutted their chin out, raised it up as they glared and looked down their nose at someone, but for a vampire any baring of one's throat could be considered a submissive gesture, not a challenging one. It was protecting one's neck, ducking one's head down and yet maintaining eye contact that constituted a challenge for vampires.

He chuckled softly at my defiant gesture and he leaned forward to nose my chin to the side with a small amount of force to make me bare my throat to him again. I capitulated after a few firm nudges, letting out a soft noise as I did so and he then laid a trail of nips from my lower neck down to my right breast. His mouth closed over the nipple and he bit down gently even as he suckled and flicked his tongue over the hardened peak. His fangs started out as pinpoints of pressure around the areola. A moment later I cried out in both pain and pleasure as his fangs sank fully into the soft flesh of my breast and he started to feed upon me once again in controlled swallows. His tongue continued to flick and swirl around that nipple even as my blood welled in his mouth. I reached up with one hand and grabbed a handful of his hair tight in my fist even as the claws of my other hand dug into his shoulder, my grip partially impeded by his pauldrons and the claw of my thumb drew his blood as my grip tightened. My body trembled in his grasp as I moaned softly under that pleasurable onslaught and I bucked against him as I was again pushed slowly toward that peak with calculated care.

His right hand, claws extended, slid back up along my spine and left yet another half-bloody trail of light scratches on me that began to heal almost immediately despite the consistent, slow drain of my blood. I let out a groan and released his shoulder and hair in order to tug at the bits of armor that he wore on his upper body. I was filled with an almost uncontrollable desire for more and the damn pauldrons were in the way of an easy grip. The belts of the armor were easy enough to find with my questing fingers but I found that it was getting them undone with shaky hands and clouded thoughts that proved to be the difficult part.

After I'd successfully tugged off the pauldrons, Kain was quick to grab both of my wrists again and he moved to hold them both in one hand all without halting his slow feeding. He then yanked my wrists up and pinned them against the wall above my head. He kept them held immobile as he pressed my upper body, mainly my shoulders, hard against the wall and held me pinned in place.

His free hand remained pressed against the base of my back and his claws teased at my spine in gentle passes that caused me to squirm and groan softly before that gentle touch moved slowly upwards. His removed his fangs from my breast and then move to press his lips to mine once more in a demanding, tongue tangling kiss even as he forced his lower body back from mine a few inches. His free hand slid up then back down along my spine and came to rest at the top of my jeans. He grabbed the denim firmly and his claws dug in and nicked the base of my back as he suddenly tore the jeans off my body with a single harsh, cutting tug that pulled my legs away from his waist as my jeans were ripped from me. I gave a faintly aggravated growl at the loss of my clothes, the only clothes I had mind, in such a manner. I shifted and squirmed while I tried to yank my hands free of his iron grip. He pulled back from the kiss long enough to whisper into my ear softly even as he nibbled at my earlobe.

"Do not be so upset Little One. The clothes can easily be replaced," he said with a low rumble.

Kain was quick to undo the belt of his own leather pants and pulled the front of them down enough to free himself. All the while he managed to keep me firmly pinned against the wall. He pressed his body along the length of mine and I let out a moan that was swiftly muffled as he started to kiss me again, tongue pressing demandingly into my mouth. I responded fiercely, trying to take control of at least the kiss but he again trapped my own tongue briefly between his fangs with a commanding growl of noise as he thrust his groin firmly against mine. Because of the way he held me, I could feel his hardness pressed against my crotch. The only thing that kept flesh from touching flesh at this point was my underwear. I squirmed in his grasp as he ground himself harder against me and teased me as he rubbed that very thick, hard and twitching length against my groin. I desperately wanted my hands free to try touch him and I struggled harder against that iron-like grip that held my wrists.

I managed to yank my left hand free and I drew my claws swiftly up the back of his neck, leaving a faint trail of bloody scratches of my own as I did so. His kiss became bruising due to my actions and his fangs caught hold of my tongue hard enough for me to let out a muffled yip as blood again filled our mouths. His free hand gave a testing tug along the line of my underwear. His lips left mine suddenly and he sank his fangs back into the flesh of my throat even as he tore off my underwear in the same moment. My body twitched violently with the harsh pull and I hissed softly at the minor pain. Once he'd tossed the cloth aside, he pressed the length of himself against my slicked entrance and he rubbed the blunt tip of that thick length along my slit slowly. I whimpered at the firm touch and wrapped my legs back around his waist.

I let out a soft groan as I did so, as my movement increased the pressure of him against my entrance. I nipped at his neck gently, enough to scratch but not draw blood, and then moved up to nibble at the top of his ear. A deep part of me was pleased when I felt him shudder and then heard him let out a muffled, purring growl against my throat as he continued to feed from me. He slowly began to push the length of himself into me and my eyes widened as the head of him breached my entrance, inch by slow inch, until he was seated within me completely. His actions, slow and careful as they were, still caused me to wince and make a small, uncontrolled mewling sound of pain as something inside me tore due to that slow invasion.

He made another soft growling sound, only this time it was an almost a soothing thrum of noise as his free hand moved to run through my hair. I realized dimly through that sudden sharp haze of pain that he was trying to help me relax. He slowly pulled himself out and left just the head of that hard rod within me as he pulled his fangs from my neck to nibble and lick along the line of my throat. He then pushed back into me, just a inch or so of movement in and out, several times in order to try and get me used to the sheer size of him. I buried my face against his neck, still unable to help the soft mewling sounds that escaped me, but the pain began to fade as he kept his movements carefully measured and slow.

Pain rapidly began to be replaced by pleasure as he continued to push the length of himself in and out of my body in slow and short thrusts of movement. He moved at a slow and deliberate pace, one that wouldn't cause me too much harm as my body gradually opened to him even my inner walls clenched tightly around him. My body slowly but surely became adjusted to the inexorable invasion of his length. I groaned at the sensations that ran through me and my body started to buck, to tighten and clench reflexively around that hard rod of flesh, to meet those calculated thrusts instinctively as need again built up within me. He pulled almost all the way out then slowly slid the length of himself just as deliberately back into me. He moved oh so slowly and sank into me inch by inch until I was left writhing, body trapped between him and the wall. A strangled sound halfway between a moan and a shout escaped my lips as he abruptly thrust forward, impaling me all the way to the hilt with that swift, stabbing, action.

Kain released my other hand and I quickly shifted my grip so that I could hold tight to his shoulders with both of my hands. His own hand, now freed, slid down to grip the back of my neck firmly whilst the other gripped my rear end just as tightly. His claws dug into the my skin on my ass delicately, pinpricks of almost pain. We stayed like that for a long moment, him sheathed to the hilt within my core, as I panted for breath and shivered, shuddered in his arms as I struggled to process the new sensations that seared through me. I moaned low in my throat as he renewed that slow feeding at my neck and also due to the feeling of him buried inside me, stretching, penetrating. He moved out of me after a long moment, a slow and long draw that caused a small sound of need to escape my lips and I tried to buck against him, to force him back in, but his hand shifted to my waist and he held me still.

Again Kain continued to move torturously slow as he slid himself from me an inch at a time. I let out another faint sound of pleasure at the feeling of that hard and twitching length slipping out of me. Once he had almost fully withdrawn himself, just the tip of that hardness still held within me, breaching me, he then rammed that solid rod of flesh back inside of me hard and blindingly fast. I bit back a cry of pained pleasure at the sharp thrust and the deep impact of that thrust jolted me to my core. I bit and nipped at his ear as my claws scratched along his shoulders and the back of his neck in response to that powerful movement. My claws left small cuts that healed almost as fast as they were opened and he growled low against my throat. Kain began to move in and out of my core at a fast pace and my back was pressed harder against the wall with each of his wild seeming, dominating thrusts.

He pulled his fangs from my neck and licked and nibbled at the puncture wounds he had left behind. I could tell that the wounds were healing at a far slower pace than what they should have. I blinked at the ceiling and realized dimly that I had been left very much weakened from the loss of blood due to his continued, slow paced feeding. I moved to sink my fangs into his own throat instinctively at that realization as hunger suddenly seared through me, but his firm grip on the back of my neck kept me from moving forward. I struggled weakly and a plaintive, wordless moan of hunger escaped me as again I tried push forward to feed. When he didn't release me I dug my claws into his shoulders in order to try to pull him closer to me so that I could sink my fangs into his neck yet he was easily able to resist my tug.

Kain smiled at me darkly even as he nudged my chin with his nose. His Aura pulsed over mine in a light caress and I let out a keening breath as I bared my throat to him instinctively. He bit roughly into the flesh beneath my right ear and I jerked against him with a small yip. He tore at the spot carefully before he pulled back just a hair, lips just over the wound. I could hear him murmur something under his breath as he slowly began to speed up his thrusting movements. He plunged himself deeper and harder into my core as he spoke. Distracted as I was by the movement of his length pushing in and out of my clenching body, as well as the sharp hunger that coiled through me, I barely noticed the pain of his bite as he attacked that part of my neck but I certainly noticed the sudden flood of magic that pulsed through me when he stopped speaking. The pulse of power rippled through me and caused me to jerk my head back. I smacked the back of my head hard against the wall. The sharp movement briefly caused me to see stars along my field of vision and I blinked rapidly to try to clear my sight. The magic pulsed against my neck and I could feel it solidify into... something. Kain nuzzled at the area briefly, which caused small shocks of pleasure to sing through me, before he focused his attentions elsewhere on my body whilst he shifted me so that he could nip and lick at my breasts even as he continued to drive that hard shaft into my opened body.

Soft moans escaped my lips as he continued that rough onslaught on my core. He began to pick up the pace of his thrusts and my legs tightened around his waist in response. Hell, I could feel my entire body tighten around him as I tried to hold him closer, to somehow pull him deeper into me. He growled softly in pleasure at my reactions and he let go of the back of my neck a moment later so that I could finally move. I nipped at his ear again before I brushed my fangs lazily down the side of his neck, feeling drained and unfocused. I sucked gently at the skin before I bit down and let my fangs pierce his flesh in order to feed on his blood. Blood that... tasted like copper, bittersweet chocolate, coiled lightning, fire and power all at once.

Kain let out a low, rumbling growl when my fangs sank a bit further into his flesh as I tried to feed deeper, to swallow that power filled blood that had been offered to me that much faster. His own fangs sank back into my neck a few moments later, though he kept his own feeding slow. Pleasure began to overwhelm my senses completely. Pleasure at feeding on his dark-sweet blood and his feeding from me. Pleasure as he drove the length of himself deeper into me, as he began to push into me harder and faster even as I struggled inexpertly to meet those demanding thrusts. I let out a throttled groan against his throat as my hips bucked wildly, unable to truly meet the rhythm he had set. His claws slid down my sides and he grabbed hold of my hips firmly in a near bruising grip. He pulled me down harshly whilst he drove upwards into me at the same time. He forced me down, forced me to meet his pace even as he shifted the angle at which he drove up into me.

A sharp, muffled cry escaped my lips as my body tightened around his length in a shuddering tremor that rocked me in response to that shifting action. The slight change in angle caused that hard rod to pass against a singular place within me and shot pleasure up my spine like a jolt of lightning. My back arched against the wall as I moaned and I pulled back from my feeding, close now to the release of my first true climax at the hands and touch of another person. On some level he must have felt my need and sudden want for release, because he began to drive himself that much faster, that much harder, up into me even as his fangs slid from my neck.

"That's it," he purred darkly in my ear. "Let me hear you."

Breathless sounds of want and need escaped me. His hands tightened further still on my hips and I arched against him. I let out whimpering, moaning, begging cries of pleasure as I writhed in his grasp, unable to escape, not wanting to escape as the pleasure heightened further still. I held tight to his shoulders all while trying at the same time to shift my body so he could drive himself just that little bit deeper. I wanted release. I needed it. I felt stretched, full in a way that seemed impossible. Oh, but it all felt so damnably good.

"Yes," he growled in my ear. "Now."

Just as he spoke, I hit that peak. As I fell to the inexorable tidal wave, Kain's mouth closed over mine and he gave a final, powerful thrust that caused a muffled scream of pleasure to escape me and I bucked roughly in his grasp as my legs tightened around his waist and my arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling roughly in his hair. He moved his hands to hold me firmly against his chest as I writhed and bucked wildly against him in my pleasure. His kiss intensified as if he were attempting to swallow down my cries of pleasure.

A few moments later, I fell limp in his arms whilst I panted and whimpered from the pleasure that still coursed through my system. Pleasure that made me twitch in uncontrollable spasms. He slid himself out of me slowly and shifted me in his grasp to carry me. I kept my arms loosely around his neck, far too overwhelmed with pleasure to do anything else but remain placid in his arms.

Kain moved us to a nearby bedroom. I realized after a dazed moment, as I caught sight of the Reaver against the wall, that this was his bedchamber while he stayed here. He laid me down on the bed, which was covered with black silk sheets, and I blinked lazily up at him as my breathing started to slow. He flashed a faint smirk at me as he looked me over and his blue-gold eyes flashed with a dark pleasure before he moved onto the bed to crouch over me, kissing me deeply as he did so. He pulled back a moment later and I had the chance to look him over. I felt my brows raise in surprise at the sight of his still hard and pulsing length. I blinked a bit and then shifted my gaze to meet his own, surprised that he had held back and focused so on my pleasure over his own.

I reached up slowly and let my hands run carefully through his long silver hair. He chuckled softly at my perplexed expression and nuzzled at my neck where he had marked me. At least I was fairly certain that it was a mark of some sort as the brief brush of lips made me gasp as I felt a spike of pleasure stab through me once more. I wondered, if it was a mark, if it somehow meant that I was his and off limits to other vampires. Maybe? The thought felt... right for some reason. He nicked my ear lightly with his fangs and then licked away the blood before he whispered softly into my ear.

"Why give into my need for release when we can continue for hours yet, hmm, Little One?" he asked as he answered my silent question. "There is far more pleasure to be found this eve for us both."

I gave a faint, breathless laugh at his words and pushed myself up onto shaky arms in order to kiss him as deeply as I could before I let my body fall back against the soft bed with a faint, contented sound. I trailed my hands over his neck and his chest slowly and lightly dug my claws into flesh as I idly trailed them lower. I let out a pleased purring sound when I felt, more than saw, the shiver of pleasure that ran through him. It seemed to me that he liked a bit of pain along with the pleasure. That was good to know.

"I told you before, " I said breathlessly even as a faint smile came to my lips. "My name is Katrina."

"That you did... my Little One," he responded with a low laugh.

Kain's lips pushed against mine again and his hands trailed slowly down the front of my body. Claws teased at my breasts and I moaned, my back arching slightly from the pleasure of his touch. My body was hypersensitive after what we had already done and each touch made me twitch beneath him. I realized after a few moments of dazed bliss, that we would be busy till far into the night. I found that I didn't mind that idea one bit and I dipped my hands lower to brush the pads of my fingers over that still hard rod of flesh with another contented sound as I returned that kiss.

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