"Don't let the semen leak. He's really breeding you. Just relax and enjoy the view of him getting me ripped apart."
I ruminate on that. He's a vampire and he knows that he can't get me pregnant. Or at least the chances are so low that it's almost impossible. I take the pill too.
He rationally knows it's not happening, but his vampire instincts are telling him he can happen. Meaning that he probably is capable of impregnate me.
Like my body is telling me to get pregnant because it's ready to receive a baby, even if I am not, his body is telling him that he can get me there even if he doesn't believe it himself.
I cannot forget to take the pills not even once. I bet I get pregnant at first time.
I watch them. Draven is brutal. He's never like that with me. Not really. They pretend they lose control with me, but never really do. They don't want to harm me and I appreciate that.
Finally, Draven finishes his bag and speak up, "Your bedroom is no longer innocent, Kitten."
I laugh out. "Neither am I. Finish Z fast. I want you to fuck me against that wall. Azazel, you little whore don't hog Daddy. After you rest you should come and lick the semen that will slide out of me when Daddy fill me anew."
Z grunts, "Babe... He'll break me now."
"Oh, I know. I will be here securing the future of our family and watching he pound you senseless."
Draven goes so fast my eyes can't even see them clearly.
"Ah Master. Ah. My rectum."
Draven push him up by the hair, continue to fuck him fast. "Filthy whore. I love you. Cum for me now. Our mare is waiting for me to breed her."
Z cums right away. To the towel that is already there again.
Draven kisses his nape, "Come join us later. Rest my love. I've been a rough mate to you today."
I smile.
Draven help Z to lay down and walks to me.
Lift me easily and insert himself right away, "We don't have much time, my Mare." He gets my back to the wall, gently. I lock my feet around him.
Hold his neck. "You lucky bastard." I say meeting with strokes, pulling myself down.
"My mare, I will give you and Azazel whatever you ask of me. I'm so sorry I scared you earlier. I didn't get much sleep, haven't feed and mated right before you called. The moon is pulling on ur blood too. I was at critical state."
"As long as you suck my tits, we're good."
He made love to me. Kissed me deeply and we both came at the same time.
Azazel rearranged the bedroom, dressed himself and cleaned us as soon as we finished, moaning Draven and Azazel's name loudly.
While I was recovering Draven spoke to Z and I heard my bedroom door open and close.
"Boys?" I asked alarmed, trying to sit up.
"Don't get up, Kitten. I don't know why but just keep your legs up. I'm here. I will dress you in a minute. Relax."
I fall back down, "Do you think you can brew some coffee?"
"Of course, Kitten."
I sigh. He's getting protective of a potential offspring.
I won't point it out though. Ignorance is bliss, in this case.
I see a sweater by my side and put it on.
"Babe, how long until I can move?" I speak as he was beside me. I know he'll hear me.
"One more minute. I'll be right there."
I sigh, "Freaking vampires. I love you very much Draven but you're being controlling, and you know how much I despise that. Come kiss me and at least put my leggings on so I don't spill any of your cum. You turd. You cum so much. It's ridiculous."
He laughs, "I love you too Kitten."
In a couple of minutes, we're both sitting at the living room table sipping black coffee.
"Your mother is in the escalator."
"What?"
"You want me to go away now?"
"No. Study a little with me. She won't mind."
He sits straighter.
When the front door opens, she yells as usual, "Morgan I'm home. Come help me with the bags."
I put a hand in Draven chest and whisper, "Slowly Mister Vampire."
He nods. "Be less formal too. You're an eighteen years old boy in the 21st century."
"Coming mom. I got someone here to help too." I get up and casual walk down the corridor.
"Is Mia wearing her mask? I don't want her grandma sick."
We reach her and she looks up. "Oh, a boy." And she carefully analyzes his face.
I giggle, "Draven is from the study group. He's helping me with Physics. He is strong too. Watch him carry all of those bags."
"Nice to meet you." He replies quickly, but not too quickly, getting the bags and carrying them to the kitchen.
"Wow. I remember when your Dad could do that too. Now with his arthritis..." She sighs.
We walk to the kitchen and start to put the groceries away. Draven just take them out of the bags and place them on the counter for us.
"You go to Morgan's school too, Draven?"
"No. I am studying at that private school at the end of the Avenue."
"Really? That's a good school."
"Yes. Extremely focused. I met Morgana through a mutual friend in my class. Turns out we'll be attending the same course next academic year."
She spans her head to meet his gaze, "You're the friend that is offering her a room in your family house."
He chuckles, "I see that intelligence runs in the family."
"Do you need a snack before returning studying?" She easily ignores him.
"No, mom. We're running on coffee."
"One last question Draven. What is your family name?"
"Mom. Come on. Is that really necessary?" I whine.
"My last name is Borgonha."
She gasps, "I knew it. You have his face."
"Mom." I say alarmed.
"It's okay, Morgana. I get that a lot. You're a history teacher or researcher, Miss..."
"Maria, my name is Maria."
"Of course it is." he smiles sweetly, "my parents named me after the bastard king, it is true."
"You are an interesting boy, Draven. I see why Morgan has been spending so much time with you."
I throw my hand up and go back to my seat at the table.
They continue talking and I can hear it.
"And I thank you for allowing her to make her way into the world. I wish I had such loving parents."
"Don't try to suck up to me. That never works. You should stay for dinner, my husband will appreciate finally meeting you."
"Of course, Maria. Whatever it takes for you to trust me."
He returns to me, "Oh. I like her. Tough as nails."
"Shut up and help me with this equation." I slap his arm and whisper, "I love you. Take my phone and text Z. We'll be worried."
He actually helped me a lot during the last two hours.
"I can't think straight anymore. Let's take a breather. Ok?"
"You're tired. Do you need food?"
"If we were in your house I would nap on Z's chest, feeling you behind me. Cuddling me. I can't wait for us to move together."
"My love, you need your parents too. You'll get older and miss them more than you think."
"I know. I'm just anxious. You know. The youth is dumb like that, right?"
He laughs and places his hand in mine.
"This will be over soon. We'll be together soon."
I sigh, "Looking forward to it."
"Your father is here."
"It's almost seven already?"
"18:46."
I hear the front door of the apartment opening and closing.
"I'm home." My father yell from the hall.
Draven snorts, "Humans are hilarious, always announcing their presence."
I smack his chest, "Not all creatures have super hearing abilities like you."
"Don't be absurd, I smelled him approaching."
I puff and get up.
"Dad." I pause and for a split second I think about the fact that I call Draven Daddy. Fuck I'm never calling my father Dad, ever again. No way.
"Father," I try again, seeing him entering the living room, "This is Draven. Mom invited him to stay for dinner."
"Nice to meet you Mr. Mendes."
He holds his hand up but remember in time, "Nice to meet you, Draven. I would shake hands, but we can't."
Draven smiles, "Of course. You're right."
"Okay kids, I have to go kiss the wife." My father says and walks towards the kitchen.
I start to clean up the mess we've made studying and feel strong hands on my hips. Draven smells my head and sighs.
"I had so much blood. I'm so energetic."
"I'll take this to my bedroom and you go seat at the couch. We can play Wii sports."
When I return he's sitting reading a magazine. The supermarket magazine.
"Ah Draven. What are you doing?"
He jumps looking over me, "Apparently there's this cup you put inside you during the menstrual period. I thought every woman still used the sanitary cloth system. What is this thing?"
He is wearing the most alarmed expression, "You don't use this thing, do you?"
I laugh hysterically.
"Morgana, I don't want you to put such things inside. We don't know what side effects may this cause."
I laugh harder.