Once Upon a Story [ HIATUS ]

Not Castlevania drafted scene P2

This one's got a bit more spice to it.
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"Do vampires have mates?"

The question was so sudden, that Hendrik stuttered to find an answer. "Some of us do. Most will choose another person to mate with. Depending on their status, their uh options may vary."

"Sounds complicated," Mirabelle sighed, swinging her legs from the counter.

He chuckled. "A little yes. What made you curious?"

"If you have mates, how do you recognize them?"

"Their scent. Their blood gives off a particular odour, addicting to their partner."

"Do I have that scent?"

Hendrik turned away with a hand over his face. "What is the purpose of all these questions?"

"I was wondering if there was a way you branded someone as yours. I guess in the case where you don't have a designated mate."

Her tone was innocent. She was truly curious. But her bluntness took him off guard.

"Yes, there is a way," he started, clearing his throat. "I can drink your blood. The other method, though stronger and permanent, requires a more...intimate connection."

"Through sex?"

"Yes. I'd have to imprint my seal on you which means..." he paused, red to his ears. "Planting my seed."

His voice dimmed out, extremely embarrassed with the situation. Mirabelle nodded, satisfied with the answer. Hendrik was seconds away from phasing out of existence.

This woman will be the death of me.

"Why do you wish to know?"

Her eyes softened. "I can't marry you officially but if there's another way to mark myself as yours, I'll gladly do it."

Hendrik's heart sped like never before. She had basically proposed to him. He embraced her, peppering her face in kisses, ending on her lips.

The tingling warmth of their lips lingered as they pulled away, breathing each other's breaths. His eyes flickered to her neck. She saw and unbuttoned her collar, exposing more of her flesh. He held her shoulders firmly, serious in his approach.

"Mirabelle, if you do this, you will never be able to leave me unless I die."

She wrapped her arms around him, pushing his head to her nape. "That's the plan."

Hendrik held back his growing desire and breathed on her skin. She tensed, certainly nervous about being bitten.

"Relax, dear, it won't hurt. I promise."

Mirabelle exhaled and suddenly gasped as he sunk his fangs into her flesh. Her parted lips panted and whimpered as he sucked her blood. The feeling drove her high, burning up in every reach of her body.

She moaned his name, pulling him flush against her, head tilted back to give Hendrik more space to ravage her. His arms locked around her body as he drank. Her blood was divine, exploding in a burst of flavours he couldn't comprehend.

It was with great effort that he pulled away, eyes clouded in delight. Mirabelle unhooked her legs as his hands ventured down to her thighs.

"Do you feel faint?"

"Only from your lips."

"I'm serious, Mirabelle." His eyes were filled with worry. "It's dangerous for your health if I've drunk too much."

She chuckled. "I am a little tired. Rest with me?"

Hendrik nodded and cleaned the wound before securing a light gauze on top. She hooked her legs around his waist, stealing kisses as he walked to her room.

He lay her down, moving next to her as she cuddled on his chest.

"Goodnight, Hendrik."

"It's midday—"

"Goodnight, darling."

He smiled and rested his cheek on her fluffy hair.

"Goodnight, dear."