In the blink of an eye, Azriel had Gwyn in his lap, both of them completely naked.
"That's some magic you've got, vampire," Gwyn said breathlessly. She squirmed above him, her core now wet with the need to have him inside her. His hardened length pressed against her stomach, where it was trapped between them.
Azriel ducked his head to her neck and licked her skin. "That's only a small taste of what I can do, hunter. "
Grabbing her hips, Azriel lifted her with incredible ease and lowered her onto his cock.
Gwyn moaned out at the burning stretch, her body needing to adjust with every inch she took. The pleasure roared through her, and she was vaguely aware of the whispered words Azriel said to her.
"Good girl...taking my cock so well..."
"That's it, easy. Slowly, my beautiful hunter."
By the time she was fully seated, her body trembled with desire for more. More friction. More movement. More anything.
Her legs wrapped tightly around his middle, both of them tangled together in a close embrace. The closest she'd ever been to a vampire. Sitting in their lap with such intimacy, such closeness.
Gwyn had stayed still, acclimating to the feel of him, hard and throbbing inside her.
"Move for me," Azriel whispered against her neck. His teeth nipped at her skin, and a shiver of desire ran through her. Her body reacted instinctively to his voice, and her hips moved, canting slowly, grinding down on his length.
Azriel growled with need, his mouth never leaving her neck as he nosed the rapid pulse beneath her skin.
"I could drink you until you were completely mine," he said.
Gwyn shivered. "Will you?" She asked, her breath hitching as Azriel's nails dug into her hips. "Will you make me yours?"
Azriel pulled back to look up into her teal eyes that glimmered with lust. "Such dark desires you have, Gwyn."
Gwyn whined as she moved up and down on his cock, rolling her hips and bringing herself closer to the brink. "Bite me, Azriel...please." she tilted her head, exposing her milky white neck.
Azriel licked his lips and leaned in. "Is this what the hunter came for? To experience pain and pleasure all at once?"
She moaned as she nodded, her fingers curled in his hair, pulling him closer.
He chuckled as his sharp canines scraped against her skin. Her hips and breath stuttering. "Right here, my love... This is where I'll mark you." His teeth pressed to her skin, small droplets of blood falling down in rivulets.
Gwyn gasped, clutching Azriel to her. She rode him faster, bouncing in his lap with a greedy hunger.
"Yes...yes, right there," she cried.
Azriel pulled back to lick the streams of blood and rasped, "You taste divine, Gwyn...If I start, I don’t think I could stop..."
"Then don't," she replied, her words slurred with desire.
He tilted her head further, sucking her skin between his lips and murmuring, "Tell me to stop --"
Then Azriel bit down, sinking his teeth into her skin and taking. Gwyn's cry of ecstasy was replaced by a deep, gutteral moan as Azriel sucked harder, drinking her blood with ferver as she rode his cock. Faster. Harder, until the heat inside her was too much and the delicious combination of pain and pleasure rocked through her and Gwyn was coming....screaming Azriel's name as he held her tight, drinking deeply.
Then everything went black.
When Gwyn woke, it was to find herself plunged into darkness, but a familiar scent filled the air.
Cedar and night-chilled mist, overwhelming her senses, like she was stuck in a small, confined space with the smell...
She reached up, and her hand hit something. She reached to the side. Another wall. But below her... was hard muscles and soft skin.
"You're awake," Azriel said. His voice was so incredibly close.
"Where are you? Well... you didn't tell me to stop, my sweet hunter."
"You're in the only place you need to be."
Gwyn felt like she should be terrified. Scared for what Azriel's words meant. Instead, she was oddly calm as she realized she was in Azriel's place of rest. His coffin.
"I only have one coffin, I hope you don’t mind," he whispered.
Gwyn reached for her neck, then skin tender beneath her touch. "Am I...?"
"Turned?" Azriel supplied quietly.
Option 1: Azriel turned her
Option 2: He stopped just before she would turn, but is now infatuated with her and plans to keep her
How does our story end?
Option 1: She's turned
Option 2: Azriel keeps her
Voting ended onOct 30, 2025
