Darius' POV

I saw Elara in the radiance of my tomb as she wandered too close to the border of the village.

Young, unlined, big-eyed with curiosity.

I needed new blood for my ceremony, and she would be perfect .

I stepped out into the moonlight; my white face was visible to her.

"Come with me," I told her, voice gentle.

She dawdled, then followed her, attracted by some thing she couldn't quite determine.

Inside, the tomb was damp and cold, stone walls ablaze with torches.

I led her to the stone altar in the middle.

"Lie down," I instructed her.

She did so, shuddering a little as she lay upon the stone. I leaned over her, hands on her shoulders, holding her in place.

She gazed up at me, trusting, unaware of what was to happen.

I leaned in cautiously. My fingers brushed her skin on the throat, the thudding pulse beneath my fingers.

Her skin was warm and smooth.

I kissed her throat initially, to where her vein pulsed. She let out a soft breath.

Then I bit her flesh.”

Blood flooded into my mouth, hot and sweet. I sipped it slowly, gingerly at first.

Her back arched under me—a mixture of pain and joy made her gasp.

I pushed her back down, my hand clamped on her breast, fingers encircling the pounding heart.

Power grew inside me with each swallow. I licked the wounds closed, closing them enough to stop the bleeding, but the taste lingered on my tongue.

Fingers moved along her sides.

I grasped the bottom of her dress and drew it over her hips.

She did not resist; her eyes half-closed, sinking into the mist.

I opened her legs with my knees and settled between them.

Her shaved pussy was pink, moist from the bite.

I stared, interested in the moist lips.

I kissed her lips, my tongue flicking out, enjoying her juices—warm, salty.

I licked her slowly down her slit, bottom to top.

She gritted low, her fingers wrapped around the altar's edge.

I spread her lips with my fingers and then poked my tongue within.

I in and outed it, her walls clenching around it.

I enjoyed the moment, tonguing her clit repeatedly. She was hard and unyielding in my mouth.

I ringed it with firm strokes, licking with care. Her hips lifted, pressing into my face.

I held one hand on her stomach to hold her still; another on her leg, holding tight—in control.

I tacked back and forth, tonguing her entrance and clit, climbing her pleasure step by step.

Her breath came in harder gasps, her body growing warmer against mine.

Following a sweat-drenched, hot instant, she was glistening, moisture collecting on the rock.

I stood over her, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

My cock was erect, throbbing against the fabric of my pants. I unbuckled them hastily and released it.

Veiny and huge, the head oozing pre-cum. I grasped the base, rubbing it against her opening, slicking myself up in her wetness.

Be still," I panted. Nodded, her chest heaving up and down. Slowly slipped the tip in.

Tightening, stretching around me.

Inch by inch, I pressed deeper, her warmth closing around my shaft. All the way in, I paused, letting her adjust.

A whimpering pain escaped, nails clicking against the altar.

I started thrusting—slow and controlled. Removed almost completely before I pushed inside again.

All movements thought through. Watched my dick enter her, her mouth holding fast.

Juices squelching on each stroke. Leaned down, hand grasping her hip pushing her, other hand on side of her head holding her back.

Set rhythm hard and slow. Her breasts wobbling under her skirt on each thrust.

I tugged her dress higher, bare chest now. Nipples hardened and pointed.

I pinched one, and she screamed. Dominance surged inside me. I rammed harder, took her.

Her pussy gripped tighter as she crawled nearer. I could feel my own release building.

I picked up tempo, hips pounding harder.

She ensnared legs around me, clutching harder. One final forceful thrust, and I came—scalding semen spilling into her tightness.

She shook beneath me, orgasm occurring as my seed flowed into her.

The ritual ensnared her—her ecstasy overflowed to me, my immortality flowing into her system.

I stayed inside of her as we had breathed.

Her eyes locked with mine, shifted with dark craving. She was now mine, to be tied forever to this crimson thirst.”