It had been a week since the Master had marked me. We've been able to keep the mark hidden from view, but its effects on us were strengthening. Initially, I would get vague sensations of my Master's moods. I believe he was much more in tune with me than I was with him. However, eventually I learned to identify what I felt and realize it was my Master's current mood. I can't explain how this feels. I thought it would mean that I felt what he felt at the same time, but it isn't like this at all. I guess the closest thing to a description would be when you walk into a room and find a loved one feeling an intense emotion. I recall one day when I found my father in the stables talking to another man. I didn't realize the intensity of the conversation they were having. When the man saw me left. My father turned around and I felt, almost palpably so, the anger radiating in his body. It wasn't directed at me and I myself was not angry but I knew he was. I could feel it. That is what it feels like. It is like a phantom version of my Master is standing before me and his emotion radiates into me so that I know what he feels.
Presently, he was hungry. I could feel the Hunger in him. I was in the library, where I sometimes spent my time when my Master was in his study. I walked downstairs and knocked gently on the door. I heard his deep voice respond, "Enter." I opened the door and found him buried in paperwork at his desk. I waited for instructions. "I was just thinking of you," he said smiling. I nodded and continued to wait. "Come," he said, patting his lap. It has been nearly four months since I became a pet, but I still hated sitting on his lap. I walked over and positioned myself. I moved my hair to one side, exposing my neck. My neck and my Mark.
He caressed my neck gently with his fingers. "The bond is growing, isn't it?" He remarked. His tone is careful as if he doesn't want to upset me. I nodded. "You could feel my Hunger?" I nodded again. He licked my neck gently preparing to insert his fangs. Gently he moved his tongue from my neck to the base of my neck and shoulder where his mark is. He moved his tongue over it and I felt an intense wave of pleasure. As the pleasure coursed through me he bit into my neck taking my blood. I moaned from the pleasure of it. I could feel his arousal amplify along with mine.
He gently removed his fangs, licking the wound and helping it to heal. He then turned my chin up to him and claimed my lips. His kiss became more intense and soon he had me bent over his desk as he lifted my dress and pushed aside my panties so he could enter me. His initial thrust was forceful as he pushed past my already moist entrance. I whimpered at having to adjust to his length so quickly, but I barely had time to react beyond a soft moan before he began moving in and out of me. His hand found me and began rubbing my bud, intensifying the sensation as he thrust deeper and harder into me. I could feel my climax rising as my breathing became more ragged.
I vaguely noticed that the papers I was leaning over on top of his desk were moving back and forth with me. My master held my hips pushing me in and out of him in congruence with his own thrusts. This caused my body and the papers underneath me to move back and forth on the desk. I could feel we were both close to climaxing. I could feel crumpled pages in my hands as I grabbed the desk for support. He gave one final and forceful thrust into me, reaching the very base of my core. I could feel the sensation in my stomach and was undone, riding the waves of ecstasy. By the sudden moan and erratic shift of his hips I could tell he had cum as well. I could feel his cold seed filling me and dripping down my legs. My face lay on top of his now crumpled papers. In our moment of ecstasy much of the papers had fallen to the floor.
He helped me up off the desk and pulled me close to him. His trousers were still at his ankles and my dress was still mostly over my hips. He kissed me deeply and I fought the urge to push him away, clenching my fists and then loosening them as I leaned into him. He pulled away, smirking at me. "Why do you always fight it?"
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The Last Vampire Hunter
Fantasy"Aliana, our Master owns you. All of you. He can take what is his when he wants. It is your duty as his pet to please him." I looked at Silver. Terror evident in my eyes. "Try not to panic, Aliana. This will be your first time. It will hurt...
