Bloodless Dreams

Chapter Tweleve: Cermeony

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Evangeline

I stood in the bedroom looking at myself in the floor mirror. I am getting ready for our mating ceremony and man oh man am I nervous, also very excited…

I am staring at a women I hardly recognize, she is wearing a sheer white gown, her hair is hanging down in thick curls. Her make up is light, highlighting her eyes and making her lips look plump. This is me… This is me in love, me happy. This is me whole.

“Kekthar are you ready?” Damian asked from the doorway.

“I am Drarhour.” I said turning around looking at him with a smile.

He returned my smile and held his hand out to me. I walked over placing my hand in his letting him and Phaeron lead me out of the house to the car. They are to escort me to the temple where we will complete our mating ceremony. Where I will become with the man I love with every fiber of my being.

I am not sure what happens during the ceremony no one really explained it. Hopefully, Selene will help walk me through all of it.

“Are you alright Kekthar?” Phaeron asked with a worried expression.

“I am… I just do not know what to expect.”

“It will all become clear when you step into the chamber, fear not Kekthar.”

“Thank you Drarhour.”

He nodded his head and turned back around looking out of the front window. We drove for a few miles when we reached a huge marble temple surrounded by trees, brightly colored flowers, and fountains. A tall statue of Selene stood in the middle. It is as true to her size as anyone could possibly get. Phaeron pulled the car into the drive parking it directly in front of the doors leading into the temple. He and Damian got out opening my door and waiting for me to exit. They let me lead the way up the stairs and opened the doors for me. I entered the temple alone as they shut the doors behind me. No doubt they are standing guard. I walked to another set of doors and placed my hands on them pushing them open walking into a flurry of magic pulsating around the room. Entering the room, I looked to see Harland waiting for me with a pained look on his face confusing me. Making me think he is doubting this union, like he regrets making this vow.

My footsteps became more tentative. I forced myself to keep going with my eyes dropped to the ground. When I got to the podium I looked up at Harland, his face is even more pained now.

“We can still call this off.” I said softly.

“What… are you having second thoughts? Have I done something to make you change your mind?” 

“I can see you are pained. I do not want you to feel as if you have to go through with this if you it pains you to do so.”

“No, my sweet Eva I am not in pain. The magic in here is making the mating bond grow, I want to take you and I cannot do that yet. Even Orintuss is having a hard time holding on to his control.”

I placed my hand to his cheek and gave him a soft smile.

“Then let us hurry so you both can relax.”

He gave me that brilliant smile I have come to love before turning towards the statue behind the podium. The magic started growing stronger almost angry when Selene popped into sight with a bright flash of light. She looked at us with a warm smile.

“This match pleases me to no end.” She stood up straight and raised her hands up closing her eyes. “Let us began.”

Harland turned towards me letting my hand go before he started undressing me.

I took a deep breath trying to calm my nerves, I am not only feeling my desire I am being consumed by his as well. So many things invading my senses all of them trying to take over, to take power.

“It is okay Nethae, try to let go. Do not fight any of this.”

My eye went from his pulsating shaft up across his stomach to his eyes. They are glowing white, Orintuss is here.

“You look beautiful Nethae.”

“So, do you Loweyn.”

“Free my c**k, Nethae. Now!” The harsh baritone undid me. My needs are wild. I reached down and started ripping at the leather ties, needing the swollen, straining member free from its confinement. It spilled into my hands, hard and engorged. I wrapped my hands around him, stroking the hard, silky length. Harland grabbed my wrist, preventing me from touching him. He wrapped his arms around me with almost smothering tightness and claimed my mouth in a white-hot embrace. It is a kiss of ownership, a branding. Rough and hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck, meeting his conquering tongue with my own. He swept every inch of my mouth and tongue with his, claiming me. Then he picked me up and dropped me in the middle of the silk-clad bed. He is on me before I had a chance to take a breath. He tied my hands to the headboard with the dangling restraints. He bound my legs, spread wide apart, with restraints on both sides of the bottom of the bed. They had some slack, but very little.

I am completely helpless, open wide for his desires. He circled the bed, his white, glowing eyes burning across my body.

“Mine. My Nethae.” He grunted, as though it is too difficult to speak, but I understood him. He seemed to find some satisfaction just by looking at me, knowing I am his to satisfy as he pleased.

“Yours, Loweyn. All yours,” I whispered softly, breathless with my own desires.

I pulled at the restraints holding me in place, loving the feel of being restrained for his pleasures. My p***y is drenched and I can feel droplets sliding down the insides of my thighs. I squirmed in my restraints, desperate for him to take me.

“Please, Loweyn. I need you.” He moved between my legs, roughly stuffing a pillow beneath my hips.

“Have to make you come,” he growled.

“Oh, God, yes. Make me, Harland. I need it.” I writhed against my bindings. My body is on fire.

I am consumed with heat, ready to combust.

He attacked between my legs, licking my juices from my thighs, and thrusting his tongue into my vulnerable p***y. I can hear the sound of his tongue lapping roughly, moving in the drenched opening. I screamed as his tongue laved my c**t forcefully, moving fast and hard over the swollen bud. His fingers slammed inside of my channel, his index and middle finger buried in the opening.

“Oh, Loweyn. Yes. Yes. Yes.” I am out of control, consumed with the need to climax. “Come for me,” he snarled into my p***y, not pausing in his relentless attack on my c**t, his fingers pumping wildly, hard, and deep, into my hot, slippery channel.

As if responding to his command, my stomach hardened, seized with spasms that spread directly to my core. Had I not been restrained. I probably would have curled into the climax. My whole body trembled as the force of it shook my body like a rag doll. I fell over the edge, flying apart in a massive explosion. I jerked against my restraints as I rode out the waves that are hitting me relentlessly. Harland did not cease but continued his attack as I writhed and burned.

He is a man possessed and not nearly satisfied with my long, explosive orgasm. He turned his body and suddenly his massive c**k was over my face.

“Take it in your mouth.”

Oh, yes. I opened as he lowered his massive member into her moist, eager mouth. My lips sealed as best they could around the gigantic, swollen phallus. I can feel him groan into my mound as his hips started pumping, f*****g my mouth. He is riding my mouth hard, shoving his c**k into my throat. I can barely breathe, but I rejoice in his tortured groans as I try to swallow him. He is working me like an insane man. His hands gripped my thighs and spread me as much as possible. He is still flicking over my c**t in hot, wet licks as he invaded my opening with an extra finger, plunging into me with three large digits. I jerked as I felt the fullness and moaned around his c**k as he continued to f**k my mouth with furious strokes.

Harland slid his other hand through my wet folds, drenching his fingers. He slid the moisture over her anus, wetting it with my own cream.

“Mine. Mine. Mine.” I can make out his smothered exclamation.

His c**k is pounding into my mouth now, hitting the back of my throat. I am in a passion-induced trance and didn’t care. I want him to release his passion into me. I tightened the grip of my mouth and brought my tongue hard against his sliding member. I feel his wet finger slide into my virgin ass. It is tight and it hurt, but the erotic pleasure of it overcame the pain.

He is f*****g my from every angle. Every motion in sync. The laving of his tongue, his three aggressive fingers in my channel and the fast and furious one pumping into my ass. It was so much… too much… too fast… too much feeling. Her body was on erotic sensation overload. I feel the magic swirl around them like a high force gale. And then it struck. My climax gripped my body like never before. I am moaning around Harland’s c**k as he pounded into my mouth. I can feel him tense as he emptied his violent release into the back of my throat. It shot with such force I never even tasted him. It spurted deep into my throat in forceful spasms, causing him to grunt and growl into my pulsating p***y. He sounds like a wild animal. And I feel like a caged lioness. My fingernails curled into my palms, drawing blood, as my orgasm continued to rock my body. I thrashed against my restraints as Harland continued to slam into me from all angles. Too much… too much. He pulled his c**k from my mouth and I screamed, crying his name over and over. I am completely undone. No more… more… no more… how much can I take it? Just as I was sure I was going to lose my mind, Harland swung around and covered me. Our bodies slid together, both slick with sweat and oils. I locked my passionate glazed eyes with his, which are still glowing white. I am exhausted and spent, but my body still craved his possession.

“Mine.” he gasped as he brought his mouth to mine.

His hands slid over my breasts as his tongue captured mine. Our essences flowed together as tongues met. The fluids of our orgasms combined together to make a unique taste that was an aphrodisiac to them both. My desire is instantly rekindled. Harland’s had never died. I feel his c**k, hot and hard, against my thigh. His hands worked my breasts with just the right amount of pain and pleasure, plucking and stroking her n*****s with erotic, passion-inducing strokes.

“I have to f**k you, Nethae. I need my c**k buried deep inside you,” he panted into my ear, his breath hitting the side of my neck forcefully as he tore his mouth from mine. The words spiked my need.

“Yes, Loweyn. Take me.” I am nearly choking on my words, my need to have him inside me leaving me breathless. “Everyone will see us joining. I have to take you hard so that they know you are mine.”

One hand left my breast to slide down and grasp his burgeoning member. He slid the head along my c**t, making me moan from the friction on the hypersensitive bud. My whole body felt erotically overwhelmed, my senses on overload. Erotic images floated through my mind, brought on by the knowledge that many were watching Harland claim me. I want them to see him take possession of my body. Watch him claim me.

“Yes, Loweyn. Make me yours.” My breath is coming hard and I am mindless with want. He placed the head of his c**k against me aching opening and thrust, completely burying himself inside of me. We groaned together; the fusion of our bodies blissful to them both. Harland didn’t start slow. He f****d me like a man undone, stroking fast and furiously. Our bodies slid together, burning skin to burning skin, the oil and sweat making our movements an erotic slide. Harland cupped my buttocks and brought my hips up to slap against his forceful moves. I am helpless, completely lost in his possession. My head thrashed, my hands curling in a death grip against her palms and the restraints.

“You’re mine, Eva. Mine. Always mine.” Harland is panting against my neck. I can feel his mindlessness, his driving desire to merge us completely.

His body slammed into mine roughly, his c**k buried completely with every hard stroke.

Faster… stronger… faster. His hips were jerking hard, pulling me to meet him. They met with such force that every coming together was a loud slap of skin against skin. Harland bent his head and buried it into my neck, sinking his fangs into my tender flesh.

I can feel a flash of pain before the erotic, sensual sensations swamped me. Although I knew it was going to happen, the eruption of my fangs from my gums startled me. It brought a feral hunger for Harland that had me burying my newly sprung fangs into his shoulder with an almost violent strike. Harland jolted, but I knew it wasn’t from pain.

He is overwhelmed with the same feelings I am experiencing, the drawing of each other’s essence intoxicating for us both.

It is carnal and wild and we continued to feed voraciously as we strained toward climax. When we detached our fangs, we are completely lost.

Harland stopped my bleeding with a swipe of his finger. It took him a moment to remember to stop his own. I licked the drops that had escaped. I am dizzy, senseless. I know my next climax was coming, building in intensity, the clenching sensation in my gut warning me that it is going to hit me violently. It battered me with spasms so deep that I tried to arch my back. I threw my head back and screamed as it buffeted me.

“Harland, Oh God. Loweyn!”

Harland arched his back, strong and hard, as he buried himself deep only being held there by my constricting walls. My spasms enfolded his c**k, constricting and releasing, forcing him to orgasm.

“Mine.” He growled and snarled as he released himself furiously into my hot depths.

 I am drowning in pleasure, nearly paralyzed by the pulsating of my body. The pressure lightened, but my body is trembling, and I feel like I am floating. I can feel Harland’s body relax as he released me from my bonds. He gathered me into his arms, wrapped himself around me. His soul had settled and found its place. We trembled together as we held each other tightly. Harland scooped me into his lap, looking at me anxiously. He took my palms into his hands and swiped his fingers over the bleeding punctures that I had caused with my nails.

When he is done, I wrapped my arms around his back.

“It’s over.” Harland panted, sounding relieved.

“It was incredible,” I mumbled, spent, and exhausted.

“You’re mine forever.” I gave him a weak, exhausted smile.

“You know… that should be terrifying… but it’s not.”

“My brave mate.” He kissed the top of my head.

My senses returning, I looked around the room.

“The magic is gone.” The swirling magic I had felt throughout the room had diminished, leaving only a contented peace. Harland gave me a wicked grin.

“My Nethae, the magic is just beginning.”

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Evangeline

It has been a few weeks since the ceremony, since Harland and I completed our bond and I turned into a vampire. Everything has been a wonderful whirlwind of love and pleasure. I only hope my new drarhour’s can find the one they are meant to be with for all eternity.