"The Omega Vampire Server isn't about power, Master Vernon," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. "It's about building bridges, not walls."
Vernon chuckled, a dry, humorless sound. "Bridges built on whispers and moonlit flirtations? I've seen empires crumble from less." He leaned closer, his breath warm and stale against her ear. "Tell me, Rosemary, does the Alpha whisper promises of shared rule? A new world with you at his side as his queen, fangs and claws united?"
"Master Vernon, you are going too far. Me and Alpha Liam are merely an alliance." Rosemary swallowed, a tremor dancing in her hands. Fear, a slithering serpent, coiled in her gut. Vernon's questions were barbed jabs, testing the strength of her conviction, searching for cracks in her armor.
He leaned closer, his voice a raspy whisper, just audible above the crackling fire. "Look, Rosie," he hissed, his eyes glinting with a chilling malice, "the Alpha's gaze... I've seen it before. It's not merely an alliance he seeks. He wants you as his queen."
"It is not what you think, Master Vernon." The alcove reverberated with the echoes of Rosemary's final plea, her emerald dress a defiant splash of color against the somber stone.
But her defiant words had little effect on Vernon, whose face remained a mask of cold fury. His anger wasn't just towards her defiance, but towards the veiled ambition he saw in Liam's gaze - a desire for a queen, not just an ally.
Without a word, Vernon raised a gnarled hand, and the chamber plunged into an unnatural darkness. Panic prickled Rosemary's skin as familiar surroundings dissolved into inky blackness. Only the crackling of the extinguished torches broke the suffocating silence, each spark a mocking reminder of her vulnerability.
"It seems like someone does not know he can never touch what belongs to me," Vernon's voice hissed from the shadows, amplified by the darkness. "or maybe because I have not marked it as mine yet."
Rosemary, her emerald dress rustling like whispers, stood before the Alpha Vampire. Fear and defiance mingled in her emerald eyes, a storm battling calm in their depths.
Vernon, his crimson cloak a stark contrast to the moonlit gloom, surveyed her with a predatory gaze and desire. His eyes, embers in the darkness, held a hunger that transcended age and knowledge. This wasn't just about punishing her defiance, it was about claiming her – marking her as his own.
"Release me," she spat, her voice laced with venom. "The mark, the power, I don't want them."
Vernon shrouded in his crimson cloak, studied her with cold amusement. "Release you? My little rose, it is a bit too late now."
His sturdy chest pressed Rosemary closer to him. She resisted even more, subconsciously and desperately trying to push the man on top of her away, but because she was so weak, her palms just struck him limply.
The potent aroma of aged whiskey cascaded through the air.
It was the Alpha's scent, potent and commanding, a storm cloud gathering on the horizon. Wood smoke and leather intermingled with hints of citrus and spice, a complex melody that spoke of power and experience. It wrapped around Rosemary, invading her senses with a raw, primal magnetism.
Her breath hitched, her emerald eyes widening in involuntary response. It was a scent that demanded obedience, that whispered of ancient instincts buried deep within her blood. Yet, beneath the Alpha's dominance, a subtle note lingered, a hint of something deeper, something she couldn't quite place.
Instinct took over, a counterpoint to the Alpha's call. Unconsciously, Rosemary leaned back, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Then, like a rosebud blooming in the moonlight, her own scent blossomed, faint but unmistakable.
In the next second, a cold kiss was imprinted on her lips.
The kiss took on a bit of aggressiveness, with the flexible tongue prying open the shell teeth to invade her mouth, exploring every corner.
"Mmm..." Suddenly surrounded by Vernon's breath, Rosemary let out a muffled grunt as she opened her mouth to feel the Alpha wrapped around her mouth, their tongues tangled together inseparably.
Vernon gripped her breasts in one hand and gently kneaded them, his nails scraping across the tips and flooding them with an electrifying tingle.
"Don't ..." Rosemary trembled, tensed her body nervously, and instinctively twisted to avoid it.
Feeling resistance once again, the palm of his hand soothingly stroked over her tense body, and thin, lingering kisses were imprinted on her neck and collarbone.
Not wanting their first time to leave her with painful memories, Vernon gently put her on the stone windowsill, patiently kissed her body to help her relax, his fingers swirling around the tight belly, and the cleavage of her legs, igniting a bush of desire.
Rosemary was so teased that her whole body went limp and she leaned there helplessly allowing Vernon to lick her breasts. The tips of her nipples were gently held in his mouth, and the wet tip of his tongue could not stop stirring the engorged red nubs, triggering another round of shudders in the young girl.
Feeling that the time was almost right, Vernon parted her legs, and his fingers probed between them, gently rubbing the tiny nub hidden in the petals.
"Ah!" As if an electric current attacked her whole body, Rosemary let out a scream, her legs fiercely wanted to close together, but she was pressed down by the man, unable to move, and could only expose her vitals there to helplessly endure Vernon's touch.
Rosemary's body trembled as she was aroused, her legs were opened and her pink honey hole was already glistening with crystallized nectar. Vernon took a deep breath and pressed his thick parting, which had long been erected, against the wet hole, grinding gently at the petals a couple of times before he pushed in on the young girl's quivering moan.
The body of the young girl whose body was invaded tensed like a bow, and her nectar twisted violently, strangling Vernon, who was less than halfway in, raw.
He pressed up against Rosemary's body and nibbled on her earlobe, "Rosie, relax, don't resist me."
Moist breath spewed into her ear, making her tingle. Rosemary struggled to breathe and relax her body, adjusting to the hot, hard foreign object inside her. Feeling the resistance weakening, Vernon pushed up and drove his parting the whole way in.
The sensation of her body being penetrated caused Rosemary to stifle a grunt as her honey hole was expanded to the point of being filled tightly, a sharp pain that came from the imagined tearing made her cry.
Vernon kissed Rosemary's slightly pale lips once more, and once she had adjusted slightly to his entry, he began to move rhythmically.
The hot mass scraped against the inner walls, withdrawing slowly and pushing deeper, bringing a hard whimper from the young girl.
Rosemary's body seemed to be melting under Vernon's fucking. The rod was grinding and swirling against the soft inner walls, moving in and out deeply and shallowly, the two nipple beads on her chest were engorged and erect from the play, and sweet pleasure filled her entire body.
The moment the parting scraped over a certain point, the young girl's whole body suddenly froze. Noticing this, Vernon lifted Rosemary's legs up and hung her legs around his waist, pulling out all the way before thrusting in heavily against that point.
"Ah!" Rosemary let out a disoriented scream, the intense pleasure that went straight to her brain made her desperately struggle to escape. Vernon didn't give her that chance, grabbing her thighs and launching another onslaught in the position where the two of them were joined at their deepest. The large thrusts brought out a large amount of transparent nectar, coloring the joint of the two of them with crystal, with Vernon's movements emitting a lustful watery sound.
"Don't! Stop it ... please ..." waves of crippling, extreme pleasure made Rosemary cry out for mercy.
She tensed her toes, as if her soul was about to soar, having been topped by Vernon to the apex, the strings of sanity had been completely taut, her brain unable to think, unable to say even a single complete word, just letting out mindless cries in the endless pleasure.
Finally, as the pleasure broke through the limit, a warm current instantly surged through the young girl's whole body, her body violently trespassing out of control, her honey hole spasming and contracting tightly. At the same time, Vernon pushed in deeply, plunging his entire body into her, releasing his hot semen deep inside her body against the contracting inner walls.
Rosemary's mind went blank, her body felt like it was being drained, and she completely lost consciousness.
Before she lost consciousness, she could feel the fangs on her neck. And then the Mark.