Have Vampire, Will Travel

A/N:
Okay, this is my first time working outside of the DB/Z/GT realm, but not my
first time writing serious lemons (does that term carry over from the anime
section? >.< Ack. I don\'t know. Well, for all of you who don\'t know, it
means erotic NC-17 stories). Please, do not lash out at me for having a really
weird story idea, but do review kindly- if you don\'t have anything nice to say,
don\'t say anything at all. ^.^ Oh, and if you do like this type of tale, and
like DB/Z/GT, PLEASE check out my other works! Thanks! ~Jameta

Have Vampire, Will Travel

Chap. 1- Sweeping Blizzard

"What are we but individuals set in a group?"

Silence. Only silence.

That is all that the young woman can hear as the heavy wooden door stops its
creaking procession. The rotting must of the room blasts in her face as new air
rushes in to throw-out the old. Light seeps cautiously into the darkness, so
unlike its normally courageous self. Slowly, ever so slowly, time ticks by as
the heroine walks into the European crypt.

Her heart races. She is a slayer; she had staked vampires, gunned werewolves,
and flat-out destroyed practically all forms of evil there is. The family tree
that she descended from is that of Tepes, the one that had cursed the world
with Vlad Dracula, The Impaler. Why is her adrenaline peaking now?

Carefully, she slides the cold, gray cement lid from one of the fifteenth
century tombs. All of her muscles tense, the stale quiet vanishing. The life
beating within her rings in her ears, causing the state of fear to fill her
shaking body after more than a decade of absence. She suddenly recoils and
staggers backward, the stone barely halfway off.

"So you are the famous Ta-Cha Tepes," muses a frigid voice that
breathes down her neck.

"I never knew my face to be labeled with that of \'famous\'," the
assassin\'s sharp voice quivers- she was trying to stay calm, but the standing
hairs on the back of her neck tell of her uneasiness.

"Those villagers wouldn\'t know true power if it spat in their faces,"
snarls the voice, drifting to her left and taking form.

"Let\'s cut to the chase," she sighs, straining her eyes to see in the
dark, but to no avail, "I\'m a slayer, you\'re a vampire. I don\'t like you,
you really don\'t like me, even if you put on an act. So no deals- I want you
and all of your kin destroyed."

"Come now," the demon coos, "I haven\'t even made my case."

Without warning, Ta-Cha is standing in a dimly grangrand Transylvanian dining
room; attached is a magnificent ball floor. The setting wasn\'t the only thing
that had changed: the teen\'s baggy, black slacks and small, leather top has
been replaced with a tight, flashy crimson gown.

"I hope you do not mind me taking the liberty with your costume," he
continues, the black figure moving toward her, "That modern outfit seemed
a bit, oh, cold for this climate."

"So you chose to give me something freezing," the young woman
wisecracks, sitting herself down at the enormous pine table.

"I know of a way that is expected to make your body burn in this mountain
air," grins her host, pulling a plush velvet chair next to her,
"Forgive for not introducing myself earlier; I am Bard Adun."

"I couldn\'t care less," she bites, glaring at him, "You and what
else lives in here are all the same. And I won\'t join you in bed."

"Alas, I live alone," he pauses, looking at his feet, "So
alone."

"If you\'re not lying, then my work has become much easier."

"Yes, and yet no. You have never met one like me."

"I swear, you all sound like a broken record-player. Will you jus-"

"Have you ever met a true vampire that welcomes the noon sun on their
skin? Or whose heart still beats strong?!"

At this, the maturing Tepes\'s jaw drops. In her gut, she had felt something was
amiss with this creature, and now hisds bds bring out the truth: she feels his
pulse vibrating through the air. Panic overwhelms her; this demon has to be
much stronger than a normal beast if he has these attributes! She scrambles up
from her seat and moves away from the vampire.

"You are more afraid of me than the village livestock," he chuckles,
"And they know when I visit, there will be less of their brethren."

"You feed.on farm animals?!"

"I must- I am too fearful of what the locals may do to me if I prayed on
them."

"So, you\'re a coward?"

"If you wish to put it in that sense, yes, though I see it as a profitable
move. Why kill needlessly and add to the number of predators when mutual
agreements can be made that keep both parties at ease?"

"Not only are you the first parasite that I\'ve met with a huge
abnormality, you\'re the first to admit you\'re a wuss!"

With this, the slayer bursts into laughter. What had she been afraid of? So he
can walk out in the daylight and has a heart that still works. Neither of those
matter if he can\'t even hunt properly. Her employer must be extremely paranoid
to ask for her services to get rid of this sorry excuse for a \'terror of the
night\'.

"So tell me," she begins, her breath returning to her,
"Obviously, you\'re too scared to even act terrified, or you\'re too stupid
to realize how little you have a chance of surviving. I gotta\' know: which
one?"

"Neither."

"What?! Why?! I could do more damage than those villagers ever
could!"

"But you wouldn\'t."

Before she can respond, light floods the room, blinding her. Raising a hand to
shade her eyes, she scans the illuminated chamber: the luminosity comes from
thirteen silver candle stands, each with thirteen white wax sticks, upon the
table, as well as from an ancient pearl chandelier suspended with a long, iron
chain fastened to the elaborately painted ceiling. Scenes of noble angels in a
golden heaven, demonic creatures in a fiery hell, and young lovers in romantic
gardens decorate the waning walls; the floor, though carpeted with a small
layer of dust, is of fine, ebony stone, and reflectr grr gray silhouette with a
dull, glossy shine.

But what snags her eyes is the man standing in front of her. He is tall, very
tall, at least seven feet; his dress is casual, made of today\'s denim jeans and
a white blouse. Arctic sapphire eyes are set in a strong, but young, handsome
face, and his skin is a light tan. Locks of icicles fall carefully around this
face; e is more a child of winter than of darkness.

"Poor flower," he frowns, moving his shadow to block the light,
" Your beautiful emerald eyes winch from the rays of the wicks. The sun
must miss the sight of your lovely face; no, its jealously of the moon must
blind his longing, for she obtains the right to marvel your white-sand skin,
midnight toll hair, and rose-petal lips."

"Will you shut-up?" snaps the commented, "What makes you think I
cover myself up in the daylight?!"

Sighing, he steps back, letting the light hit her face. Automatically she
covers her eyes, muttering curses under her breath. Just as long as he doesn\'t
ask her why, then it wouldn\'t make any difference. Any normal person would
shade their eyes if their vision was not accustomed to the light, right?

"Poor flower," continues Bard, moving back, "Poor, poor flower,
who hurt so you shun others?"

"Shut-up," Ta-Cha repeats, a tear rolling down her cheek. Why
couldn\'t he leave well enough alone?

"I will gladly tell you my tale if it will comfort you to know that you
are not truly isolated," his voice consoles.

"Tell me, then," the slayer murmurs, moving closer to him. A feeling
of fatigue had suddenly overcome her, and he didn\'t seem threatening; on the
contrary, her feelings point her to him for security, though not consciously.

"Al-alright," he stammers, surprised as she rests her had on his
chest, "I am not a true vampire- my mother was going through the
transformation while she was pregnant. She died during labor, and so I have
qualities of both human and demonic nature. My life has spanned twenty-one
years, and I will probably never die a \'normal\' death. That is why my parents
became my worst foes.

"A wet-nurse raised me, as I could never feed from my own mother\'s
breasts. The woman became quite fond of me, always bragging that \'her yout
ct
child\' was such an easy baby. My mother loathed her for that, and when I was
five, considered old enough to handle myself during the day, she killed the
poor nurse. Her older son, only of seven, was adopted by an old British couple,
and by my sixth birthday, he moved away. I w hav have, and still would do
anything to know him better, as now I fear that he may remember me as the cause
of his own mother\'s death.

"My true parents, underlings of a powerful hag, abused my abilities. They
forced me to lure unsuspecting individuals to the castle so they could feed
without difficulty. After a time, they would make me drink their prey\'s blood
with them. I hated it, every part of the whole ordeal. One day, on my
thirteenth birthday to be exact, I could not take it any more; I eradicated the
clan, all twelve of the vial creatures, not hesitating once when I came to my closest
kin.

"Life was so much better for me the next year. Day and night I could play
freely in the echoing corridors without fearing others would punish me harshly.
The whips my father had used to discipline me with were used to hang toy pirate
flags and bells around the castle, and my mother\'s foul- tasting medicines were
converted into targets for slingshot pellets. If I ever grew hungry, I sucked
in my disgust and fed on the rats that infested the dungeons. A degrading act
for any being, but I was so terrified of the villagers that I couldn\'t even
bring myself to leave the area. Why would I abandon my haven anyway? I had all
that I needed.

"Finally, the town reasoned that I was not an immediate threat if I was
brought down to the community. \'Only a little lost soul\', as I heard them once
say; from my giant playground, I was raised decently, taught a trade, then sent
on my way. I was still considered a danger to the village, as at any moment, I
could turn on everyone and destroy everything in my path, nonliving or mortal.
The elders also considered me of the Gypsy kind- I was to stay as long as I
needed, then packed my belongings and left. Of course, they never told me the
first reason, but I knew; I could smell it, the dense odor of terror, whenever
I neared them. \'Only a lost soul\'. They did not know how right they were, and
still are.

"So, I traveled from the first place that I considered a real home to a
vacant castle a great distance away. With my luck, it was merely void of human
life, clogged with vermin and demons. After disposing of the former tenants, I
began the task of becoming a friend to the nearby townsfolk to ensure my own
safety. They accepted eagerly with the deal I laid before them, as losing
cattle slowly was the lesser evil than having the community dissipate and
vampires grow in number.

"Now I stand here, a half-blood that kills his own kind and allies himself
with what should be his prey, comforting one who is suppose to kill him."

"You make that sound like it\'s a bad thing," she yawns, drifting off.

"It may not be," he smiles, lifting the young woman into his arms as
she falls asleep, "It may not be."

Movement. But she isn\'t moving.

Struggling to full consciousness, Ta-Cha realizes she is in a lavishly
decorated carriage; red velvet covers most of the interior, while lace black
curtains drape over the windows. Subsequently, she finds herself in the limp,
wrapped wingspan of the vampire and almost screams. Carefully, she rubs her
neck, checking for any unusual bumps or dips. She sighs in relief when nothing
is found, and turns her eyes back to Bard.

A strange feeling washes over her while she watches his chest slowly rise up
and down as he breathes. The older individual had fallen into a deep sleep,
making it hard to believe he wasn\'t an angel, but in fact a demon. Without
thinking, she brushes a single hair from his face, causing him to awaken.

"What time is it?" he yawns, stretching his limbs.

"I dunno\',&; sh; she shrugs, "I don\'t have a watch."

Lifting right hand to his eyes, he yawns again and smiles.

"Only 9 A.M.," her host mumbles, putting his arm at rest.

"Where are we going?"

"Excuse me? And who are you?"

"I should just stake you right here and now."

"Oh, God, Ta-Cha!"

"Welcome back to reality."

"Well, ummm, anyway, answering your last question, I have been planning to
travel to England, and possibly to America. This happened to be the day I
scheduled to go into town to make the necessary arrangements."

"I can get you an extra airline ticket, as my next case is up in London."

"Airline ticket?"

"Have you heard of something called a \'plane\' before?"

"I have heard of it, but never seen one. Do we get to fly one?"

"Oh, boy.this is going to be interesting."

With that, she lifts herself out of his lap and manages her way over to a
window. Throwing open the drapes and the hatch, she leans out, undaunted by the
ground speeding below her.

"Driver!" calls the slayer, "If you\'re not already heading
toward the nearest airport, then change your course!"

The carriage suddenly veers to the left, tossing its passengers into the back
right corner. Bard falls awkwardly on top of her, and loses himself to his
animalistic nature. Pushing her against the seat, he kisses her savagely,
causing the young woman to gag. Desperately, she tries to shove him off, but to
no l. Hl. Her hands scramble along the environment, attempting to find
something that will pry him away; unfortunately, she is still in that tight
outfit he had put her in, and all of her tools are gone, lost somewhere, that
only he knew.

One of his hands begins to slide up her dress, slightly squeezing her firm
buttock. She flinches, striving to pull away again, but he just leans into her.
He is gradually becoming more violent; his teeth nip her tongue and lips,
getting closer and closer to drawing blood.

"I want you," he breathes, ending the kiss, but beginning to lick her
face sstivstively, "Every part of you."

"BARD!!!" she cries, "GET THE-"

A blood-curdling scream escapes her as he suddenly sinks his canines into her
neck.

"You.bastard." her voice gasps, "How.could you?"

"I want you," murmurs the semi-vampire, "I need you,
Ta-Cha."

"Bard, stop."

Unwillingly, he slowly backs off, but brings her with, sitting the girl on his
lap. He isn\'t done with her yet; he would find a way to get what he wants,
though force can wait.

"Ta-Cha," he coos, holding her petite body close, "Please, let
me."

All she can do is groan in response. His attack had weakened her tremendously,
as well as done something else to her. Something.

&;Dri;Driver!" shouts her host, "I need lodging!"

The coach instantly stops, jerking its contents once more.

"Well, we\'ve reached th\' city l\'mits of ta\' place th\' lady requested
fo\'," the coachman answers hoarsely, "And yer timin\' couldn\'t be
betta\', sir, as we\'re right by an inn."

"Thank you, sir," continues Bard, stepping out with his companion in
his arms, "I will take the luggage."

"But, sir, th\' lady-"

"I will take care of both."

Without another word, he strides off. The driver shrugs, and goes to remove the
bags. To his amazement, nothing is in the compartment.

Candle light. Warmth. Wild flowers.

"Awww, fuck," breathes the slayer, "I fainted."

Lazily, she turns on her side, moaning a little. Every part of her is sore and
tender, though not just from the bite. Climbing up to the \'lair\' was probably
the main reason, for not only walking was required, but defending against
wolves that roamed the mountain range.

"Bard?" she coughs, then yells, "Bard, get your ass over to
where I can see you!"

A hand gently taps her upturned shoulder. Yawning, she rolls over and glares at
him.

"What the hell did you bite me for?!" she snaps angrily, "And if
you did something while I was knocked-out, spill it!"

"Ta-Cha," he speaks softly, "God, Ta-Cha, I am so sorry."

"What did you do?!"

"Ta-Cha, I.I."

"I swear, if you raped me-"

"No! No, I did not take advantage of you! But I."

"Spit it out!"

The vampire sighs heavily, tears sliding down his cheeks.

"Ta-Cha," he begins, "I was not able to restrain myself, and
harmed you in the process.I hurt the one I love."

"God damn it, Bard!" she screams, bringing a pillow around and
whacking him in the head, "Just because I\'m probably the first pretty girl
you\'ve seen in a decade, doesn\'t mean I\'m your \'maiden in distress\'!"

"Ta-Ch-"

"No, Bard! I can\'t love you, so you\'re better off forgetting about it! And
I can take care of myself! After we check-out, I\'m going solo!"

Without warning, he slaps her across the face. She holds her cheek in
amazement, shocked that he would dare do such a thing at a time like this. As
rage builds within her, she clenches her teeth and looks back at him. Anger
flashes in her emerald eyes, but wanes and becomes confusion as she stares at
him. The streams running down from his azure eyes had gone unnoticed until now
as the young man leans over, not a trace of wrath within him; only grief.

"Tepes, never tell me what I can and cannot do," he whispers
forcefully.

"It would never work out!" she continues, but with less confidence in
her motive, "Not with my career, and I won\'t give that up!"

"I will make it work. You will have to kill me first prior to my riddance,
and I know you could never do that."

"Bard, please-"

"I will always be at your side. I will never break your heart. I will be
yours alone."

Before she can object further, he locks lips with her. All of her hate, pain,
and restraints melt away. Last time, he had been malevolent, but this time, he
is something more; dark, yet not evil. His lips are warm, unlike all of the
other fools who had attempted to seduce her, and he is gentle, filling her
unconscious needs. Without thinking, the teen wraps her arms around his torso,
pulling him down upon her, and moves her tongue up and down in his mouth.

"Ta-Cha." he breathes after breaking from the kiss, and rubs his
lower region against her, "Invite me into your.\'abode\'. Let me in."

"Bard." she quietly responds, "I.I don\'t know."

A soft hand carefully runs back up her thigh, igniting a heat within her, and
pinches the bottom strap of her panties, tugging a little. She shivers with his
touch and unconsciously breathes faster, her pulse picking up. As he caresses
her covered flower, he slides his tongue over the side of her face, nipping the
pale flesh now and then. His remaining left palm strokes her opposing side,
slowly making its way to the front. Pleasure is his bait to trap her in his
vampiric web of desire, and though she realizes this, her decision to stay out
wavers.

Gradually, the battle within her mind slips in favor of the male. Something about
him was overpowering and truly desirable; he is so soothing and calm, yet
demanding and impatient, which she oddly finds delicious in a passionate way.
Gripping the back of his shirt, she signals her surrender by pulling at the
white cloth. He grins widely, bearing his ivory fangs in triumph before moving
down to her neck. Giggles of unadulterated bliss escape of her as he playfully
fiddles with the skin in his teeth, the burden of responsibility dissipating
with each small bite. Finally, he sinks into the flesh ever so carefully,
triggering a low moan to rise from her throat. The pain is slow and grueling,
but fast and tranquil all at once.

"You taste," Bard whispers as he laps the bounty from her open wound,
"Like wild berries."

"Bard," murmurs his partner, "Let me.taste you."

"Ta-Cha he sighs, lifting his head and furrowing his brow, "I.do not
understand."

"Foolish being," she smirks, letting her inherited air engulf her for
a moment, "I will take what want if you cannot give it to me, then."

With ease, the slayer rolls him off of her and crawls on top of him. Though
putting her back in her place would be no challenge, the conscious reason of
pleasing her, and the internal of obeying a member of the Tepes clan, keep him
from doing so. Her light weight upon him was comforting, anyway. All those
nights with no living entities, let alone a person of any sort, are at last
becoming his past; days of empty purposes fading away. Fate had finally brought
him what he had been dreaming and wishing for ever since he had started to
mature: the perfect woman.

Suddenly, she bites through the thin cotton and into his chest. He yelps in
surprise and tries to push her off. In response, she slides her delicate hands
over his shoulders and down his chest before ripping the shirt clean off,
greedily drinking of his blood. Moaning loudly, he grips her shoulders; what he
desires now is not definable, as the pain from her ministrations is indecisive
on whether it is pleasurable or uncomfortable.

"You taste," she breathes as she lips her lips from the wound, still
dripping from her feeding, "Like white chocolate."

"Ta-Cha." he whispers with difficulty, "Please, no more."

Rolling her eyes with annoyance, the young woman languidly edges off to the
side. He in turn, heaves a sigh of relief, and twists to smile at her warmly.
To his regret, he meets her stiff back; his request had turned her off. The
hybrid frowns and pushes himself closer to her, hoping to find a way to arouse
his companion by being near.

"I am remorseful that I offended you," he apologizes, letting his
warm exhalation run over her shoulders, "I did not intend to. The feeling
you created inside me.I could not handle it."

"Just means you have to start all over," she states a bit coldly.

"I do not think so," he grins as he begins to unzip the back of her
dress, "I will just have to seduce you as I proceed."

With that, he throws a muscular arm around her waist and draws her in, undoing
the silver wedges at the same time. The small metal case hits the bottom of the
parting with little force, but creates a huge energy within him. His pants
begin to grow uncomfortable as his member starts to erect from the surge of
power. Quickly, he unzips his own fly, relieving the pressure. If she thought
being bitten was thrilling, his mind wanders, wait till I am swimming inside of
her! There will be no reason for her to refuse, not with what I will give her!

"Persistent, aren\'t we?" muses his partner, smiling with his efforts,
but still declining to face him.

"Only for you," he responds, pulling the top of her dress down, fully
exposing her back, and then going on to rub the heels of his palms gently
against her shoulder blades and spine.

She purrs with his strokes and slips the rest of the restraining red clothes
off, tossing them carelessly away. With little thought, she reaches behind and
tugs at the opening of his slacks. The presence of her hand excites him,
causing him to unknowingly shove his growing cock into her palm. Before she
realizes what she now touches, she goes to pull on his pants again, and grasps
his pride. For a moment, both a suspended from reality, new feelings clashing
against old and confusion.

Out of the blue, Bard lets out a low groan, purely animalistic, and gradually
turns it into a deep growl. The other, meanwhile, is grinning in a sinful
victory as his package extends and hardens in her hold. In a surge of lust, she
takes both coverings in her clutch and rips them off, throwing the scrapped
clothing into a pile with her dress.

"Impatient, are we not?" the male mocks, pressing his bare goods
against her legs.

"You were expecting something different?" she giggles, rotating her
upper body so she can look into his eyes.

"Never presume anything with a Tepes," he growls pleasantly, moving
both of his hands down her hips, "And always hold them to their word,
which I must stress that you have not given me yet."

"\'Yet\'. You say that as if I will. What makes you think I will give
in?"

"Ta-Cha! You are such a cruel mistress to me."

"Ha! Weak vampire! Can\'t even handle a little sexual frustration!"

"Yes, I cannot, and if you do not give me permission soon, I am going to
go insane!"

The enchantress giggles pleasantly, taunting him. She muses slowly with the
decision, a delicate finger sliding up and down the length of his manhood,
agonizing him.

"Bard of the Adun lineage," she begins smoothly, gripping his jack.

"Yes, Countess Tepes?" he replies softly, moving his aching member
erotically in her hand.

"Swear that you will never love, nor sleep with any other being,"
breathes his partner, her grip on him tightening.

"I vow that my heart and body belong to you, and you alone, Ta-Cha
Tepes," he promises, becoming fully prepared.

"Bard.you.you may.get inside me," she whispers, letting go of him.

A sudden deadly avalanche crashes in his eyes as the vampire\'s restraints break
away. Grinning evilly, he wraps a leg on top of one of her own, locking the
them together, then thrust himself mercilessly into her, shattering both of
their virginities. She gasps, the feeling of having something indescribable of
her indescribable, as he throws his arms around and cups his hands around her
breasts.

"Oh.my love." he whispers the young man into his mate\'s ear between
licking the back of her neck, "Thank you.thank you for.letting me
in.mmmmmmm.so good."

Just as she is about to respond, he flips onto his back, bringing her with him.
He snorts joyfully as he bucks against her, jutting in and out, while digging
his nails into her mounds. The slayer is not enjoying the moment as much as he
is, though: with every thrust, she is forced upwards and lands roughly,
knocking the wind out of her. Her consciousness begins to falter as a terrible
headache over comes her heart-throb, causing her to groan loudly.

"Stop." she mumbles, then shouts with the rage of her pain,
"STOP!!!"

Instantly, all motion ceases. Gradually, the young male pulls out and rolls her
off of him. Energy still races through his veins, and he nuzzles her shoulder.

"Oh, Bard." she sighs, rolling onto her back, and stares into the
pair of sapphires looking back at her, "I\'m.not ready.for that.position
yet."

An understanding and childlike smile answers her, and he runs his tongue over
the side of her face repeatedly, imitating a loyal pet. The action forces her
to grin and pulls him down into a serious and passionate kiss. His response is
slight surprise at first, but then enthusiastically participates in the embrace
of lips, moving his tongue wildly in her open mouth, occasionally wrapping it
around her own instrument of speech. In a daze of ecstasy, that is all the
couple does as the wicks in the room burn brightly, flickering now and then.

At last, the two end the lock, feeling the need to be entwined once more.
Turning scarlet, the movement awkward, Ta-Cha spreads her legs before him,
silently asking him back. Licking his lips, Bard carefully bends her knees a
little, letting her soles rest easily on the mattress. He moves in slowly,
though his tools are extremely aggravated from waiting. His hot breath splashes
against her body as he sets himself into position, while the slayer can\'t help
biting her lips as he lays on top of her; would she be able to handle him this
time? Her heart prays for yes, and pangs for the answer as it flutters in her
chest.

"Ta-Cha." breathes the seducer, candle light flashing against his
soft browned face, "I will not stop this time."

"I know." she whispers back, reaching for him as his face comes close
to hers, "Just."

"Just?"

"Just love me."

Kissing her soft cheek, his cock returns to her depths. She moans noisily,
realizing how much she missed having him inside her, even if it was only a few
minutes since they parted. A tear slips down from one of her eyes and she holds
him close while he gently swings. Sweetly, the demon wets her lips again,
sensing not pain, but sorrow welling up inside her. Their hips rise and fall
simultaneously in an ancient rhythm, building the passion between them. The
moans, soft caresses, and kisses increase in number and in speed with each
passing moment; the climaxes would not come with power, but as a rush of
emotion.

The Adun shifts his shoulders, steadying himself from the force inside. He
grins as one of her hands messes with the hair on the back of his neck, and
buries his face in the pillows beside her head. Coming up, he nips her ear as
he shakes his thighs from side to side, moving his submerged jewels. A
procession of giggles rise from his lover, the motion tickling her erotically.
She arches her back, letting him slide further and further in, despite the
natural size barrier.

"Oooooooo." whimpers the dazed assassin, wrapping her legs around his
waist, "So big.feels so go~~~~~~~~~od."

"Love." her man whispers back, "You have given.I thank you.oh,
how I love you back."

Unconsciously, he begins to push off of his feet, rubbing his nads against her
flower. Her lips fasten with his as the male\'s fingers run through her ebony
mane and toss the parted locks around them. The time shortening, they just hold
each other, savoring the moment before impact.

At last, he grasps her hips, holding her still. Throwing all of his weight
down, he lets go. His seed instantly floods her womb, as her own juices mix and
seep out onto the blankets.

"BARD!" she screams excitedly, "BARD, BARD, BARD!!!"

"Ta-Cha," he responds, a bit stunned, "Am.I.?"

"YES, BARD!" cries his partner, "YES, BARD, YOU\'RE FUCKING ME!
YOU\'RE FUCKING ME GOOD!!!"

Her words send shivers down his spine; he is having sex with a woman! And she
loves it! Gleefully, he throws his head back and howls, forcing more chum into
her into her. In an odd way, releasing his sperm into her succulent body was
humorous and entertaining. The pain is irrelevant; he just wants to keep his
goods in her tube as long as possible.

An hour passes; most of the time is spent with both of them laughing for no
apparent reason, even when blood starts to leak out between the young woman\'s
legs. Both of them had simply stopped caring, the unusual act carrying them to
a forbidden, lighthearted reality. When his member finally numbs and softens,
he slips out a bit reluctantly. With a heavy sigh, he drops himself off to a
side, bouncing her into the air. She laughs as he catches her in his strong
arms and takes them into a tight embrace.

"Awww, do yous want to snuggle after sexy-wexy?" his mate giggles,
placing her arms loosely around his neck. He snorts playfully in reply and
kisses her forehead before nuzzling hice ice into her breasts.

"Too bad for you those only work for baby," she grins as the
half-blood sucks on her silky, pink nipples, "And I don\'t think I\et
et
you share, anyway."

She can feel his nose wrinkle distastefully between her nude hills, and smiles
cheerfully as she kisses his head. Who knew making love would put her in such a
good mood?

Soon, fatigue over comes them both, and the lovers fall into a deep slumber.
For once, neither of them would sleep alone.