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The north was cold, actually.
That was what Rosh was starting to realise as she journeyed further towards the castle she had heard so much about. It was cold, and it snowed more, and the summers weren't as hot. Still, it had its own beauty, and as she made her way up long, winding roads and through deep green valleys, she found herself quite liking the new place.
Her father had passed six months ago, and finally Rosh had been given leave to go back to where he had been born, to occupy the castle he had left behind. She’d been warned again and again that she was of the proud Kulkarni coven, and they would not accept any shame she brought upon them with any of her little… eccentricities.
Even though she would be in a castle, by herself, the only one of her kind for possibly hundreds of miles, they still looked at her like she would bring them shame. Even though she never had! She was a lord’s daughter, for fuck’s sake. The castle was her birthright and she would do her best to make them all proud. Most of the coven had sniffed and said how little the place was, and that was all right for Rosh. All she needed was a place of her own, and as she finally reached the top of the mountain path that led down into the next valley, she could see the castle on the opposite peak.
Her breath caught as she stood there, staring in awe. Finally, she shook herself free of the spell it had placed on her, and headed down into the valley towards the nearest tavern.
It’d been a month since he’d had his last meal, and while he wasn’t desperate, he was on edge. The tavern provided not only the cover of shadow, but plenty of options, be they drunkards or wanderers passing through. But taverns were also a great place to find interesting creatures that stumbled in off the road, reeking of smells he’d never encountered before. And as Arthur sat in the corner of the building, cloak pulled up to cover his face, an untouched ale in his hands, his eyes flicked to the door as that smell grew closer.
Rosh passed a few humans as she walked into the tavern. The whole place smelt of unwashed human, stale alcohol and food. The food smelt good, though, and she managed to get a small bag of bread and cheese, and some dried meat, as well as a bowl of meat stew. Taking it over to a little table in one corner of the inn, she sat and began to eat.
The source of the smell grew strong as soon as she walked in, and his eyes zeroed in on her, looking her up and down, trying to determine just why she smelled the way she did. It was familiar, yet not; similar to himself, yet different. Vampiric with a twist, almost. But why?
He should have stayed away, should have remained where he was so as not to draw attention to himself, his height always doing just that, but he just couldn’t help himself. Arthur stood and crossed the inn, then took a seat right across from her. “Good evening.”
Rosh looked up in surprise as a new smell filled her nose. Well, somewhat new. It was mostly familiar. She hadn't sensed it thanks to the stench of humans. "Oh," she whispered, looking up. And up. Even seated, he was tall . He was possibly the tallest man she had ever met. "Good… good evening."
Well, that was as far as he’d gotten in his mind. What else was he supposed to say? He needed to figure out what she was, but not give himself away. Clearing his throat, he raised his eyes to her, meeting her gaze. “What are you eating?”
"Oh, the stew," she said. "Venison and root vegetables with soft herbs. I got it from the innkeeper. He says he made it himself this morning. It's- it's very tasty, actually. I like it more than I thought."
He nearly crinkled his nose. The smell of it wasn’t convincing. But if she smelled like him, then how was she eating regular food? And why? “It doesn’t… disgust you?”
"Well. No," she admitted. "You're missing out."
This wasn’t making any sense. “I’ll take your word for it,” he mumbled.
"So," Rosh paused, "did, um, you want something?"
Arthur looked her up and down, thinking. “Are you new here?”
"Yes," Rosh replied. "Are you?"
“No,” he answered. “But I’ve never seen you before, so I was wondering. But you… look familiar. Sort of.”
"Ah, well, my father came from around here," she said vaguely. "I have a sort of… local look, you know."
“No… I don’t,” he mumbled. “Nor is it what I mean.” Frustration washed over his face. How did he ask why she smelled so differently while so out in the open and without making the situation go badly?
Rosh watched him as she took spoonfuls of stew. "Well, I can't imagine what you're asking unless you tell me."
Fine. Leaning forward, he put his arms on the table, meeting her gaze again. “You smell differently than you should. Than the rest of us do. And I want to know why.”
Interesting. A full-blooded vampire who had no idea what she was? "I bathe," she teased, smirking at him.
His nose crinkled in irritation. “You know what I’m asking.”
Rosh gave him a coy smile, ignoring the heat in her stomach as she looked at him. "I don't believe I do."
She was toying with him, but he wouldn’t play her game. “Very well,” he said before standing. “Enjoy your evening.” With that, he turned, leaving. He could feed another night.
Rosh let out a heavy exhale the moment he was gone. She could have done much worse just then; he might have lost his temper and slaughtered the tavern.
And then fucked her over the table, taking his prize from her since she had refused to yield to him when he had demanded to know what she was, making her scream as he used her…
She shivered. He remained literally in the dark, and she finished her meal before leaving, heading out into the darkness to carry on the rest of her journey.
The castle wasn't quite empty.
Rosh arrived to smell a few humans within it, and she strode inside. "Hello?" she called, scenting them. "Is anyone in here?"
"Who are you?" a voice demanded.
"I'm the new lady of the castle, and you're trespassing," she told them.
A few humans appeared, men, looking shoddy and hungry.
"A lady?" one of them repeated. "No guards. Odd for a lady."
Rosh smiled at them brightly. "I don't need them."
The human sneered. "You're going to regret that when we beat you, girl."
She smiled again. "We'll see."
The fight didn't last. Rosh fed well, if a little grossly. The men didn't taste good. Still, she had a full belly by the time she was done, and she placed the bodies outside in the snow before cleaning her face off and going to search the castle.
Following the new woman was easy—she left a strong scent behind her everywhere she traveled. But because he wasn’t entirely sure just what she was, nor what her capabilities were, Arthur kept his distance, trying to stay as far away as he could without losing her trail. Eventually, he tracked her to a castle, one he knew had been empty for a handful of months since its previous owner passed, though he was curious why she was taking refuge there.
He didn’t approach even as she went inside, but did get close enough to see any movement that occurred on the outside of the castle, only to see her eventually carrying bodies out. Bodies that made the air smell thickly of blood. Fuck, it had him craving.
Something was different about this girl, and Arthur was determined to find out. But first, he needed to eat.
Rosh spent the next few days cleaning up her new home, going out during the day to explore the village down in the valley below and getting herself used to the place. It was beautiful, and she could already see what she wanted to do with the castle. She would add pipes and plumbing, build a greenhouse, grow herbs and spices, maybe even have a few animals. It would be beautiful.
She smelt the vampire again on the second day, and slowly started to wonder what he was doing. He couldn't enter without her permission, so she had no worry of him breaking in without her there.
Or even with her there.
Those were some different thoughts entirely.
The third day dawned grey and cloudy, and by the time evening fell, a storm was threatening to break. Rain fell heavily across the mountains, shrouding them in mist, and Rosh stoked the fires, cosy in her new home.
A clash of thunder rumbled from the sky and was immediately followed by a fist loudly banging on the front door of the castle.
Rosh glanced up from the fire. She had a good idea who that might be, and she headed for the front door, opening it.
His clothes heavy with rain, Arthur stood on the other side of the door, peering down at her from beneath his hood with those glowing, bright blue eyes. “It’s wet,” he said. “I need shelter.”
Her head tilted. "Oh?"
“I know you have the space,” the vampire told her. “May I come in?”
She smiled. "You may."
Something flashed in his eyes and he lightly grabbed her jaw just as he started walking forward, forcing her to step back. “I don’t know why you toy with me rather than answering my questions, girl,” he growled. Stopping after a handful steps, he turned her face from side-to-side, looking it over. “Irritating little thing.”
Heat flared up between her thighs even as she smacked his hand. "You are a guest in my home until I say otherwise."
Pulling his hand away, he started to slowly circle her, his eyes taking in the sight of the way she looked in her dress, every curve and dip. “You mean once I make a decision and stake a claim.”
"Or I reject you," she shot back.
“Based on the way you reacted when I grabbed you, I don’t think that’ll happen,” he retorted, stopping in front of her. He slowly looked her up and down again before pulling his hood back, finally revealing his face. “Tell me what you are.”
"I," her voice faltered as she took in the sight of him, "I'm just me."
“Enough games,” he warned. “I will find out eventually, so you may as well tell me now.”
Rosh closed the door behind him. "Why spoil the surprise?"
A low hum of irritation rumbled from his chest. “Very well.” Stepping around her, he started off toward one of the doors in the hall.
"Have fun!" Rosh called. "How long will you take, do you think?"
“A few hours,” he called back. “I’m thorough.”
"Midnight, then," Rosh said, and headed into the kitchen to carry on cleaning up.
Starting at the bottom floor and ending at the top, Arthur went from room to room, checking each area out as he’d intended. And he hadn’t lied—he was thorough. He checked for weaknesses, any faulty areas within the castle’s framework, whether he even liked the house, and if it was worth protecting and taking care of as a home. There had been a few issues he’d found, but nothing major, and in the end, he’d settled on his decision: it was worth taking.
Now, the only problem was its owner, which he still didn’t know what she was. She clearly knew of his customs, and she must have had some sort of relation to what he was considering what he’d witnessed of the bodies she’d thrown into the snow. But the fact she still didn’t smell entirely like him was… disconcerting. Confusing.
He’d have to get more information from her.
But the clock was tolling midnight, and that meant their arrangement was to start.
Rosh paced the throne room, her ears listening out for him as she waited. The clock on the wall was at 12, and she took a deep breath. Toying with him had been fun, but now she was certain she was about to regret it during what was to come.
The door to the throne room was abruptly pushed open and Arthur barged his way in, charging her. “Tell me,” he hissed.
"Make me!" Rosh yelled, leaping away from him and landing near the throne several feet away.
“You smell like a vampire,” he told her while pulling his cloak off and tossing it to the side, giving himself more freedom to move, “But not entirely. Why?”
"I'll tell you if you win," she teased, tying her hair tightly up into a bun.
“Then at least tell me your name, girl,” he requested, leaping at her.
Rosh ducked out of his grip, sliding to his left and darting back. "Earn it."
“Stop running, then,” Arthur growled. “How do you expect to duel when all you’re doing is fleeing?”
"Catch me if you want a fight."
Baring his teeth, he leapt at her again, trying to anticipate her movements. Rosh caught him, her hands grabbing his shirt, and she heaved, trying to throw him at the thrones. Arthur attempted to grab onto her just as he went flying into the chairs, his back colliding with one of them before he fell straight into its seat with a groan. Her sleeve tore; he hadn't managed to get enough of a grip, and Rosh darted back again, waiting for him to come for her again. Her father had taught her well.
With a huff, he shook it off, pushing himself to his feet, his eyes finding her again before he growled and leapt once more, going to grab her around the waist. Rosh didn't get out of the way in time this time; her fists slammed down against his back just before her own hit the floor and they skidded across the stone together, her kicking out at him.
Sitting back on his knees, he tried to pin her legs down with his own while going to grab her wrists at the same time. “Name?”
"Piss off," Rosh hissed, as both her legs tucked up beneath his chest and shoved.
Arthur was pushed onto his back, though he grabbed at her ankles as he fell away with a grunt. She found herself splayed out widely, and she twisted her foot out of his grip, going to kick at his face. He’d only barely managed to push her foot just before it connected with his face, his body turning at the same time so he was climbing atop her as she ended up flipped onto her stomach, his groin pressed firmly against her ass and one hand pushing down in the center of her back.
“Name,” he demanded again.
Her eyes flashed. Time to bring out something a little heavier-handed. Her foot kicked up to slam against his back, at the base of his spine.
Something tingled throughout his entire body, and Arthur was shoved forward, catching himself with both hands on the ground just above her. “Fuck,” he breathed.
Rosh twisted around underneath him, her fist coming up and crunching against his nose before she gripped his hands and slid upwards, her feet on his chest to throw him backwards.
Once again, Arthur was on his back, and he laid there for what seemed like minutes before finally picking himself up, groaning. “Give me,” he paused, panting, “Your name.”
She ran towards the broken pieces of throne, picking up a larger bit. "No."
Eyeing the piece of wood in her hands, he bared his teeth. “Don’t you dare,” Arthur hissed.
"I'm not going to stake you," she chuckled. "Just hit you with it."
“Then find something else or you risk an accident,” he ordered, his voice firm.
"Yes, sir," Rosh sighed, tossing the wood over towards the fireplace, so that it landed perfectly in the flames. With that she darted over to the wall, crawling up it and going for the hanging chandelier.
Great. She was crawling up the walls now. Quickly, Arthur scrambled out from under it. “This could all be over if you just gave in to me, girl,” he called.
"Now where would the fun be in that?" Rosh asked, snapping the chain and landing gracefully on the floor, the former light fixture in hand. "What's the point of a mating fight if there's no fight?"
“Mating fights don’t typically include thrones and chandeliers,” he countered, circling a pillar off to her right. “You’re changing the game.”
"You sound like you've had some boring fights," she teased. She was feeling hot, hotter than normal, anyway, and that heat was thickest between her thighs. "Did all the other women just give in too easily?"
“No, they just didn’t find the need to use objects to aid their fight. But if you feel your skills are inadequate without them…” He stepped out from behind the pillar and leapt at her.
Rosh swung the chandelier as hard as she could when he was close enough. "My skills are just- different!"
The chandelier crashed into him with a loud shatter, sending him flying into the wall, and he dropped onto the floor, groaning again. “Fucking damnit, girl,” Arthur growled, slowly picking himself up.
Rosh smirked. "Done yet?"
“Far from it,” he panted. “You underestimate me.” Flicking his eyes up to her, he was quickly on his feet again, charging, only to jump and leap at the last minute.
Shit he was fast. Rosh swung the chandelier again. Arthur landed beside her, the chain catching in one hand so the chandelier crashed into the ground, his other going to her throat and tossing her across the room.
Rosh flipped in midair, one hand reaching down, grabbing the huge rug that spanned the room and pulling. His feet came out from under him, though he rolled backwards and was soon on them once again and grabbing the chain of the chandelier as it was beside him, then swinging and throwing the light fixture in her direction.
It hit her hard, and Rosh let out a cry as she fell back, winded and bruised as she shoved the chandelier off her, staggering to her feet. God, something about the pain had her blood running and her heart pounding. She could smell him clearer now, and he smelt like desire.
Even as she got to her feet, Arthur wasted no time, quickly moving to her and reaching to grab her throat again so he could slam her onto the ground on her back. Rosh smashed into the stones, winded, panting heavily as she stared up at the vampire, her hands on his arm. He was immediately on top of her, straddling her hips. Arthur grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head while he stared down at her, meeting her gaze.
“Did you really think you stood a chance?” he taunted. “I was merely toying with you.”
"Wasn't the point," she panted.
Studying her face, he still struggled to figure out just what she was, but he knew one thing was for certain: the smell of her arousal was thick, and it was mixed with his own. “Name.”
"I haven't conceded yet," she reminded him, smirking.
Pulling his lips back, Arthur bared his fangs. “I don’t care. Name.”
"You don't get it until you win."
“Then concede,” he ordered, leaning a little closer.
Briefly, Rosh considered making him wait for it. "And if I don't?"
“I grow tired of your games, girl. I’ve won you. Now, concede.”
"How will you make me?" she asked.
“Do I need to fuck you? Make you cum? Maybe leave my scent all over this fucking castle so that all you can smell is me?” he asked, leaning down a bit more again, their faces close.
Rosh bit her lip, grinning. "Maybe."
Taking a deep breath, he relished in the scent of her. “You smell that, girl?” he questioned. “The arousal?”
She nodded.
“If you concede, that smell won’t ever go away. I’ll make sure of it.” With the hand that wasn’t holding her wrists, Arthur grasped her dress and pulled, tearing it open.
Rosh let out a gasp. "I concede!" It fell from her before she could stop it.
Their eyes met and a wide grin stretched across his lips, fangs bared again. “Name.”
"Rosh," she breathed. "Roshanara."
“Roshanara,” he echoed. “Beautiful. Now, tell me: what are you?”
"Half human," she admitted. "My father was lord of this castle. My mother comes from a coven in the south east."
“Half?” Disbelief washed over his face. “How is that possible? I thought we couldn’t procreate?”
"You can with humans," Rosh told him. Her breathing was heavy, thighs parting as best they could with him on top of her.
Without even thinking about it, Arthur shifted to let her part her thighs, his body moving between them. “Interesting,” he mumbled. “That explains a lot about you, then.”
"Are you going to think on it?" she asked, her legs sliding out from beneath his. All she wore beneath the dress was a thin shift. "Or are you going to take your prize?"
“Are you really so impatient now?” he teased. “It was only moments ago that you didn’t want to give in.”
Her nipples were stiff, poking up against the shift, but she hummed thoughtfully. “You’re right. I retract my concession. We should keep fighting.”
Arthur gave her an unenthused look. “You’ve worn yourself out, half-breed. Fighting any more will do you harm.” Those glowing eyes slowly looked her over. “And I do not want any harm coming to what is mine.”
“Well then, if you don’t claim me, I’m going to-”
Her shift was torn off.
“-keep fighting.” Rosh’s breath caught. “Oh.”
Still holding her wrists with one hand, the other went to her stomach and slid up to her chest, gently groping her breasts. “One thing you will learn about me, pulchra, is that I enjoy taking my time with what I’m doing,” he told her, his eyes on his hand.
Pulchra? A soft moan escaped her. “A-and what do I call you?”
“There are many things you will call me,” he told her, his hand sliding down her stomach again, toward her mound. “One of them will be ‘lover,’ another ‘husband.’ But my name?” Rough fingers slipped between her thighs, rubbing along her folds. “Arthur.”
She was slick already, soaking wet for him through all the fighting and his very presence. “Arthur,” she gasped, her hips rocking against his hand. “Arthur, I’ve never…”
Arousal washed over him and he took a deep inhale, breathing her in. “Then tonight will be one you enjoy for many reasons.”
Her eyes fell on where his fingers were touching her, and she parted her thighs as widely as they would go to let him do as he pleased. “Fuck…”
“Has anyone ever wanted to claim you before?” Arthur asked as his middle finger pushed between her folds and rubbed along her slit. “Have they ever tried to fight you?”
“No,” Rosh gasped, her eyes fluttering shut. “No, they never… I was protected.”
“Mm… I’m surprised,” he murmured, his finger teasing a bit more before slowly pressing in. “In my younger days, I would have taken on an entire fortress to get to you.”
“S-so you’re old?” she teased, as best she could with his finger slipping into her.
“Not exactly.” The digit slipped in easily and was quickly all the way in to the last knuckle, where he left it for a few moments. “But I’m not very young, either.”
“50,” Rosh gasped. “I’m 50.”
“Older than I was when I was turned,” he told her. “I’m just over two centuries now.” His finger started moving, slowly thrusting back and forth to get her used to the feeling.
The noise his finger made as it slid in and out left her body burning with embarrassment, and the slow roll of pleasure that came over her left her speechless for a few moments. “S-so how- mmm- many women- have you claimed?”
“I haven’t,” he answered with a sheepish smile, his eyes dropping to his hand again. A second finger—his ring one—started working itself in.
The stretch burned a little, and she groaned, low in her throat. “Oh?” she managed. “B-but you- fucked- a lot?”
“Mhm.” The two fingers slowly moved in and out, carefully working her open. “I tried to claim someone in my early years. Didn’t end well,” he admitted. “I’ve also had a couple people try to claim me, though they lost. Other than that? I’ve not been interested in anything other than sex. Until now.”
Soft moans escaped her as his fingers slowly spread her, leaving her wet and moaning. Arching up, she worked her hips against his hand as best she could, biting her lip. “…more, please?”
“Greedy little half-breed,” Arthur purred before he leaned down and laved his tongue over one of her nipples. He thrusted his fingers a few more times before abruptly crooking them and searching for her sweet spot just as he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
The sudden hot rush of pleasure left her keening, and she strained against his grip, hands clenching into fists as it started to slowly build up. When his fingers touched that spot, she shook, her toes curling. “OH!”
“There it is,” he crooned, lips moving to her other breast. “Tell me, pulchra: when was the last time you came?”
“L-last night!” Rosh yelped.
A wide grin stretched over his face, baring his fangs. He started slowly rubbing her sweet spot, pressing firmly, petting it. “Did you smell me? Was that why?”
Her head pressed against him, against his arm, and she nodded frantically. “Yes,” she sobbed out, “yes, it was you, fuck, please!”
“Because you knew what I was here to do, didn’t you?” Arthur clipped her nipple with his teeth, gently tugging at it. “You knew I would come to claim you, and you just,” he pressed more firmly against her sweet spot, “Couldn’t,” his palm roughly ground into her clit, “Wait.”
“FUCK!” she cried out, as the heat coiled tight. “I- no- I couldn’t- I wanted- oh, oh, fuck, I’m-!”
Reducing the stimulation he provided just enough to keep her on the edge without letting her tip over or lose that need, Arthur leaned up so their faces were close. “Then here is what will happen, pulchra. You will cum on my fingers while I ensure you can take me, then I will fuck you until we’ve both had our fill. And when we have, only then will I officially claim you as mine.”
“Darling,” Rosh moaned, trembling as her eyes fell on his lips, “please!”
“Tell me what you want, Roshanara,” he quietly ordered.
“Please,” she whispered, “please, let me cum.”
The left corner of his mouth upturned into a smirk. “Very well. Cum for me, then, little half-breed.” The stimulation was increased again, his fingers roughly pressing and rubbing against her sweet spot while the heel of his palm ground against her clit, as well.
She tipped over the edge with a scream, her walls clenching down on his fingers as she arched up. A series of desperate moans followed that scream as the pleasure continued to wash over her, still as potent as it was before. Finally she called his name, her eyes meeting his. Fuck, he was handsome.
The sounds she made and the look of ecstasy that washed over her face all had him pulsing, his cock straining against his pants. “You’ll need another finger,” he quietly told her, his hand having slowed down after helping her ride her orgasm out; he started working the third one in.
Rosh’s eyes fixed on the thick erection pushing against his pants, and she pulsed around his fingers, panting. “Oh,” she breathed, swallowing. “Can- can I see it?”
“You may,” he granted before releasing her hands to let her explore, the one having held them instead going to the ground to keep him upright as he continued working the third finger in.
Rosh slid her hand down his stomach, pulling up his tunic and undoing the laces to his pants, tugging them aside before sliding past the edge to pull a little, revealing his cock. “Oh,” she whispered. Her eyes glanced up to meet his. “Fuck.”
“What did you expect?” he asked with a quiet laugh.
“No, it,” her teeth bared a little at the stretch, “it’s big.”
Arthur looked down at himself, humming. “Used to be a bit smaller, before I was turned. But I suppose it grew with the rest of me.” A grin was flashed at her, but when he noticed the look on her face, he slowed his hand, his thumb moving to her clit to rub gentle circles. “I won’t hurt you.”
“I know,” she gasped, her hand wrapping around his cock. Fuck, she could barely fit him in her palm. How would he take her? She’d seen all the pictures; she knew of the various… positions. She ran a few of them through her mind, moaning softly as the circles flickered heat to life in her core once more.
Finally, all three fingers were in her to the last knuckle, and he stilled his hand, allowing her time to adjust. “Do you want to cum one more time before I take you, pulchra?”
Fuck. That was a tough decision. Her fingers stroked up and down his cock as she thought it over, and she exhaled heavily. “I- don’t know,” she finally admitted softly.
Humming, Arthur looked her over as he thrusted his fingers a couple times before pulling them out, then abruptly grabbed onto her legs and yanked her across the floor to where her ass was resting on his thighs, hips canted, his cock close to her folds. “I’ll be gentle, at first,” he said.
“But not forever,” Rosh pleaded.
“I said ‘at first’ for a reason, girl,” he teased, one hand wrapping around his cock. The head lightly tapped against her clit a couple times before he was rubbing the underside of his shaft along her folds and in her slick. “Because I am not a gentle man.”
She could smell the excitement that zipped through her at his promise, and she quivered. “Good,” she breathed.
With one hand on her inner thigh, Arthur shifted his hips back a little to slide his cock into her, the head pushing in before he paused in his movements and immediately released his shaft to start brushing his thumb over her clit.
Rosh rocked her hips, coaxing more of him in as she went. Her thighs spread wide, her hands running over his, and then further down, fingers stroking over his cock.
“Look at you,” he purred, gently rubbing her clit even faster as his hips rocked in time with hers, slowly working his cock in. “So desperate to get fucked. To get claimed.”
There was still a mild stretch and burn as he filled her, but it was slow, and the hot flecks of pleasure as he rubbed at her clit helped with getting him deeper. Soft moans escaped her lips, and she arched her back. “I- want it,” she panted.
“Of course you do,” he teased. “I could smell you in the tavern. You wanted it then, didn’t you?” Sitting back on his knees, his free hand slid up her stomach to her chest, groping one of her tits. “You would have loved if I’d have bent you over the table and fucked you right then and there.”
“We- oh- the humans would have been, fuck, furious!” He was almost in. “Oh, please, lover, husband.”
“You think I care about humans?” he laughed, his hips bucking to push the last bit of his cock in. “Killing them and fucking you while covered in their blood would have made it ten times better.”
That would have been quite the way to be claimed by him, and Rosh groaned as his hips met hers. “F-fuck, oh,” she breathed. “Do- do it. Like- like if we were there.”
“Yeah? You want me to fuck you like I would have if I’d done it there, in front of all those humans?” he asked, grinding his hips into her. “Mm… maybe another time. I’m claiming you how I want to right here and now.” He snapped his hips against her.
Rosh moaned. “Please, Arthur. I- I’m yours.”
“Yes, you are,” he growled, grasping her hips as he started thrusting. “You are mine, and you will always be mine.”
Fuck. He was rubbing up against her sweet spot, and Rosh was groaning loudly already. He wasn’t even fucking her fast, or hard, and her nails scraped along the stone, her eyes closing. “Fuck!”
After a moment, he grabbed one of her legs and pushed her onto her side, then rolled her onto her stomach as he moved behind her, pulling her onto her hands and knees and grasping her hip again while pushing his cock back into her.
Oh. “Yes,” she gasped, her lashes fluttering. “More, please!”
Rather than taking it slow or even being careful, Arthur thrusted roughly, his hips clapping against her ass while he tightly held onto her, pulling her back into each thrust he made. “I’m going to fuck you every night, pulchra,” he growled. “Leave you leaking and spent.”
The sharp yelps that escaped her filled the throne room, and Rosh bucked as best she could to work herself into them. But he had her in his hands entirely, leaving her completely at his mercy. Fuck, she had never thought it could be this good, but here she was, on her knees like a dog in heat, letting the vampire use her like a plaything with her helpless to stop him. That thought tore a louder moan out of her. “Yes,” she gasped out. “Please!”
“Touch yourself for me,” he ordered just as his palm came down on her ass, a loud crack echoing throughout the throne room. “I want to feel you coming around my cock.”
The sudden sharp pain made Rosh’s eyes roll up as she cried out. Bracing against the stone, her right hand slid between her thighs to rub and tease her clit. “Fuck,” she sobbed out, as the heat coiled, tight and vicious. “Fuckfuckfuck-!”
Closing his eyes, Arthur’s head briefly tipped back as he moaned, fingers digging into her hips while he sped up his thrusts, his speed much faster than that of any human. “Maybe I could even breed you, since you’re half-human,” he panted. “Would you like that?”
Could he? Rosh moaned at the thought, and then she came hard around his cock, so thick there was barely any space to clench. Her nails left clawed marks in the stonework, and she pushed her ass into his lap, pleading for more as the pleasure rushed through her.
“Fuck, pulchra,” Arthur groaned, his hand cracking against her ass again before it went into the center of her back and pushed her down into the floor, forcing her ass into the air and shoulders into the ground. It allowed him to drive his hips at a different angle, thrusting down, roughly rubbing against her sweet spot as he did.
Fuck, oh, the sharp cries escaping her were breathless, the wet noise of him fucking her hard giving her just as much pleasure as the way he was using her. Rosh had always been excited about the idea of being claimed; it had been why her family had sniffed and kept her away from the outside world. They had been shamed by how she craved to be dominated. She was no vampire, true, but she had their blood, didn’t she? But fuck. This was even better than she could have imagined. And if he kept this up, she was going to cum, again.
Heat flickered at the base of his spine, and with how she kept mewling and pulsing around him, he was only getting closer to the edge much, much faster.
The vampire wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her up as he sat back on his knees, tugging her into his lap so her back was flush against his chest. One hand remained on her hip, guiding her movements back and forth, while the other cupped her throat and tipped her chin up, his lips pressing rough, messy kisses to her neck. “I want you to cum for me again, girl. And then I’m going to claim you.”
Gravity pressed his cock against her walls, and as she rubbed her clit, her hand went to the one on her throat, her eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck,” she keened, shaking. “Oh, Arthur, Arthur, I’m- shit, there-!”
Wrapping his arm around her again, he started thrusting up into her, the movements shallow but hard and still giving that same friction from moments before. “That’s it, pulchra,” he growled, tipping her head back a bit more with the hand he had on her throat. “Cum with me.”
Her next orgasm was just as intense as her first. Her nails dug into his hand, and as her fingers trembled and stopped rubbing at her clit she sank down against him, groaning. More. She wanted more.
The tight pulsating of her walls sent him over the edge with a low moan, and as soon as her ass was flush with him again, Arthur pulled her tightly against his body and sank his fangs into her neck, marking his claim as he filled her, just like he’d promised.
It felt cold.
Still, Rosh moaned loudly, the sting of his fangs replaced by a slightly dizzy heat that had her panting. An aphrodisiac in his fangs. She had known to expect it, but the way it left her throbbing, the pain dying away under its onslaught, it was something. She loved it. "Oh, fuck."
Even though he took no blood from her, he kept his fangs in her neck as his hips rocked against her ass, letting her feel his cock rub against her walls until he finally pulled his mouth from her neck and dragged his tongue over the marks, closing them. “You’re mine now, Roshanara Maxson,” he purred.
Rosh whined, swimming in heat and desire. "Husband," she gasped out, turning her head a little. "Please."
“Mm? What?” he teased, eyeing her. “You want more?”
"Oh, are you tired?" Rosh shot back with a breathless grin.
“I’m not the one who wore myself out in a fight,” he countered with a smirk. “But if I must prove I’m not tired, then so be it.” She was shoved forward onto her hands and knees again.
By the time the sky started to lighten outside, Rosh's whole body was shaking. His cum dripped down her thighs, off her back, down her belly. At one point he had pinned her to his face and licked her until she cried out for mercy, and then he had put her on her knees and showed her how to suck his cock. The man's stamina seemed endless, and it was only when the clock struck 5 in the morning that he flagged, cock spurting into her ass for the third time since he had fucked her there two hours ago.
"I'm… I'm going to have a bath," Rosh panted, sliding off his cock. "You should… you should go up to the master suite. It's already prepared for a vampire like yourself. The sun doesn't bother me."
Arthur started collecting his clothes to get dressed. “I need to clean up a little, then I’ll sleep. I should have enough time,” he replied, glancing at the windows.
She nodded, and reached for her ruined shift, using it to clean off the worst of the mess before she headed into the kitchen, wobbling her entire way there, to put on some water to boil. The sooner she got plumbing in here…
He followed, his eyes on her ass the entire time, though he grabbed his cloak along the way since it was near the door. “I take it you enjoyed yourself?”
"Yes," she giggled. "This was quite the first time. I'm glad it was like this."
A grin stretched across his face. “Good. I’m glad I could make it memorable for you.” Pausing, his tongue swept over his bottom lip. “And I plan to do the same as your mate.”
"Good." She took a seat on her shift so that the cum didn't soak into the chair, and waited for the water. "Because… I liked what you did with your mouth."
The thought had his mouth watering again. “Mm, I’m glad, because that is something I enjoy doing quite often.”
"I liked… doing it for you too," she added. "And… being on my knees."
“Oh?” Turning his eyes to her, Arthur glanced her over. “Go on.”
"The… reason I was so protected," she glanced at him, then the water, "well, it was because I… I've always enjoyed being dominated. They… didn't want me shaming their coven."
Fuck. “And how do you know you’ve always enjoyed that when you’ve never tried it?” he asked teasingly.
Her cheeks burned. "In my home country, there's… a book, filled with… pictures. Of humans fucking. I used… to read it and, well, imagine myself. In the… positions on the bottom."
“A book?” His interest was clearly piqued. “What book? Do you have it with you?”
"No, I don't," she said. "But… I could write home and ask for a copy…?"
“I would like that,” Arthur admitted. “I enjoy reading.” A pause. “But until then… perhaps you could show me some of those positions you like tomorrow night, and I’ll do my best to recreate them.”
"Oh, well, there was one where the woman is on the bed and the man is leaning over her but her head is at the edge and his mouth is… well, you know."
A low noise rumbled from his chest. “You have time while I sleep. Make a list.”
She laughed. "I'm sleeping with you, husband. I can't walk right now."
“Aren’t you taking a bath?” he asked, one brow raised.
"Oh yes, but then I'm coming to bed," she assured him.
Arthur glanced at the water, then back at her. “Then make a list while you are in the bath.”
Rosh tested the water. It was hot, not boiling, and she poured some into a bucket before replacing it with fresh cold water. "Can you take this upstairs?"
“Very well. Do try to hurry,” he said playfully, then took the bucket from her and carried it upstairs. It was set on the floor of the bathroom, and he went around searching for a cloth, finding one soon after. Dipping it into the bucket, Arthur undressed and cleaned his cock, as well as the rest of his groin, before setting the cloth off to the side—unsure where to put it, really—and moving back into the master bedroom. His clothes were neatly folded and set in a pile on the dresser before he climbed into the bed, stretching.
Rosh took a while to get the bath completely full, and she didn't bathe for long, washing herself clean before drying off, and she closed the curtains on the rising sunshine as she headed naked up to the next floor, laying down by the outstretched vampire.
Arthur didn’t even stir as she laid next to him, though he did pull her close with a quiet noise of satisfaction. Pulling the covers over the two of them, Rosh closed her eyes. Oh, she was looking forward to the centuries of this they had together…