Serena froze, her hands entwined in Ivar's hair, not sure if she had heard him correctly while he moved up to kiss her neck, nibbling gently on her skin.
"You offered me your blood before and now I accept", he murmured, cupping her face as he looked deep into her eyes.
"Will it hurt?", she asked, apprehensive.
"Not if I can help it", he replied, as he kissed her.
She kissed him back, her hands going around his back as she leaned into him. She felt Ivar's hands slipping under her dress and reaching for her panties when she stopped him.
"If you break any more, I'll have nothing left"
"I'll have new ones made", he chuckled, as he ripped them off and cradling her head, laid her back on the table.
Ivar continued kissing her, moving down to her breasts and lower still, until he reached her thighs. He kissed along the insides of her thighs, running his tongue across her skin while searching for a vein. Her body quivered beneath him, as he kissed upward between her thighs and pressed his fingers against her wet sex. He spread her legs wide, slipping his fingers inside her, as she arched her back and held his head, rocking her hips slowly against his hand.
He slid his tongue inside her, licking and sucking her engorged clit while sliding his fingers in and out of her wet entrance. Her moans filled the dining hall, echoing off the walls as she neared her climax. He rubbed her clit faster using his thumb as he licked her inner thigh, his fangs protruding and grazing her skin. Feeling her body tense as she began grinding her dripping sex against his fingers, he sank his fangs deep into her femoral vein, as her entire body bucked under him and she shuddered, her orgasm flooding through her in a rush of adrenaline.
She felt his fangs pierce her thigh as she came, her orgasm intensified to dizzying heights from his bite, as he drew her blood. He continued to drink from her as another orgasm ripped through her, shaking her to her core as she thrashed wildly on the table, calling out his name. She felt another orgasm building when he retracted his fangs and quickly entered her with smooth, powerful strokes, thrusting faster and deeper until they came together, his hot cum filling her womb.
She could barely stand, her body limp and spent, when he put her dress back on and carried her out of the dining hall and upstairs to their chambers. She was asleep as soon as he laid her on the bed and undressing her, he lowered his head to lick the wound on her thigh, healing it with his saliva.
He took a bath while she slept, feeling her blood spreading through his body, sending sparks racing through his veins and invigorating him like nothing else before. He had almost been unable to stop himself, feeling like he would have drained her if he didn't. He licked his lips, running his tongue over his fangs, relishing the exquisite taste still clinging to his teeth. Her blood was addictive and he craved more.
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Serena slept for most of the next day, rising after noon, when the sun had already begun it's gradual descent below the horizon. She felt refreshed as she took a bath, her thoughts straying to the previous night in the dining hall. She shivered, remembering Ivar drinking from her thigh while she came and she felt a tingle of excitement. It was ridiculous for her to be so aroused by the thought of him drinking her blood but she couldn't help herself.
Returning to the bedroom, she found Ivar waiting for her.
"How do you feel?", he asked, quietly studying her.
"I feel much better, thank you", she replied, truthfully.
"That is good to hear. We will be leaving for Garenthal, first thing in the morning"
"Will you be attending another meeting there?", she inquired.
"Yes and I thought that you might like to see the town. It is much larger than this one", he smiled, walking towards her.
"I would like that", she said, as he held her against him, his hands on her waist.
He was leaning forward to kiss her when a knock sounded at the door, causing him to turn, a frown on his face.
"Enter", he called out, slightly annoyed.
The door opened to reveal Rathgar standing outside, his broad frame, filling the doorway.
"Pardon me, Your Majesty", he said, bowing his head.
"Is everything ready?", Ivar questioned.
"Yes, Your Majesty"
"Very well, wait for me in my study", Ivar nodded, dismissing him.
Once the door shut behind him, Ivar turned back to Serena, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Much as I'd love to remain here with you, I need to speak to Rathgar about the trip tomorrow", he sighed, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead.
"It is fine", she smiled.
"Did you enjoy last night?", he asked, searching her face.
"I....yes", she answered, color suffusing her cheeks.
"I enjoyed it immensely and I would quite like to do it again"
She lowered her eyes, unable to meet his gaze, as she murmured softly under her breath.
"As would I"
Ivar groaned and pressed himself against her, already aroused, feeling her soft, womanly curves through her clothes. He could feel her body responding to him and he felt his desire stirring, aching to be satisfied. This woman was affecting him in ways that he couldn't comprehend and his feelings for her kept growing and changing.
"What are you doing to me Serena?", he muttered, wondering at the confusion on her face. She really had no idea, the effect that she had on him.
With great effort, he pulled away from her, dropping his hands from her waist, feeling a deep satisfaction at the look of disappointment that clouded her features. He knew that she wanted him as much as he wanted her and it pleased him no end, to see her eyes rapidly darkening with her desire.
"Wait for me", he ordered, his tone of voice, clearly indicating that he expected nothing less.
He turned and quickly left the room before he changed his mind and took her right there and then, against the dresser.
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Entering his study, he found Rathgar standing in front of the windows, waiting for him, his face as unreadable as always. Ivar stood facinghim, leaning against his desk, and sensing that Rathgar wanted to say something, waited for him to speak.
"You seem to be in good spirits of late. Perhaps marriage suits you, afterall", Rathgar said, keeping his tone deliberately casual.
"May I remind you that this was all your idea?", Ivar grinned back.
"Indeed. But you will have to careful in Garenthal, it would do you no good for them to think she is your weakness"
"I am well aware of that fact"
"Be on guard Ivar, there are many who would stop at nothing, to seize your throne"
"Is that not why I have you?", Ivar questioned, half jokingly.
Rathgar snorted dismissively, even as he allowed himself to feel pleased that the Vampire King held him in such high regard. He knew that his, only friend, could take care of himself but he wished that he wouldn't be so reckless.
Their conversation soon turned serious, as they discussed their travel plans in anticipation of any threats that they might encounter on their journey and those that awaited them in Garenthal.
The capital of the Northern Kingdom, Garenthal, was a large, bustling town situated between Senka Castle and the southern border. The Northern High Council, located in its very center, was a council of members from both the human and supernatural realms overseen by the High Councilors, of which there were three. Although not answerable to the High Councilors themselves, the Vampire King, was subject to the High Council's laws.
Ivar thought it was all a colossal waste of time but until such time that he could dissolve the High Council, he had no choice but to abide by their infuriating laws. He had people within the council, who were loyal only to him, but there were just as many, if not more, who were not. Whether human or supernatural, they all desired to sit on the throne and wield the power that came with it.
Visiting Garenthal had always been a rather taxing, if not entertaining, experience as he negotiated the various pitfalls of treachery and deceit that permeated the walls of the Northern High Council. Sometimes affording him the opportunity to satisfy his bloodlust upon discovering an enemy in its midst. But this trip would be different because this trip was necessary for the required introduction of his human queen. As much as he would have liked to tell them his actual thoughts on their ridiculous law, at present he had no choice but to comply. Nonetheless, he would ensure that he inflicted some form of suffering upon them in exchange for being forced to obey their request.