In the opulent, dimly lit bathroom of Pinewood Castle, the atmosphere was charged with an electric tension that seemed to pulse with every breath. Bruce, with his enigmatic charm, had led me into this secluded space, and now, as he stood before me, the complexity of my emotions mirrored the kaleidoscope of colors in my eyes. "I didn't realize your eyes were pink," Bruce remarked, his voice a mix of awe and desire. His physical response was evident, his arousal clear through his attire. "I always thought they were ocean green."
"You are right, my eyes have been ocean green, but they change with my mood," I replied, my voice tinged with flirtation. "Like now, I'm feeling flirty, hence they turned pink. Something special is about to happen." He turned me around to face him, his gaze was like that of a siren, pulling me into the depths of his intentions. Who was this boy? What was his motive? These thoughts swirled in my mind, overshadowed by the sincerity I saw in his eyes.
"I have come with no harm," he whispered, his eyes earnest. "As you can see through my eyes, only love is written on them. My eyes are as pure as the waters in the caves from Far-Far Away!" There was a mythical quality to his words, and yet, I believed him. His eyes indeed showed honesty, love, care, and undeniable lust. He leaned in, planting a kiss that felt like the sealing of an ancient pact. Was this true love, or was it just another vampire trick? My inner demons were unusually quiet, perhaps lulled by the sweetness of the moment.
Our kiss deepened, a dance of tongues that sent waves of pleasure through me. I ran my hands through his silky red hair, feeling the contours of his skull, my darker instincts momentarily wanting to delve deeper, to understand the essence of this man before me. My hands traced the line of his jaw, strong and sculpted, almost too perfect, like something out of a myth or enhanced by magic. Suddenly, reality snapped back as I found myself sitting on the sink, legs parted, Bruce between them, his presence overwhelming.
How had we arrived here? The moment was both bewildering and exhilarating. His readiness was intimidating, yet my heart and body welcomed him. "I have done this before, it won't hurt, trust me," he assured, his voice calm yet filled with need. I reached for the counter, looking for lubrication, but before I could do anything, Bruce's gaze shifted, a mix of concern and excitement crossing his features.
"Oh no, we don't have lube. Maybe we should do it like wolves, are you going to bear it?" He asked, spreading my legs further to assess the situation. Before I could respond, his confusion turned to a grin. "Never mind," he murmured, noticing something unexpected. "How did you get that lube there?" "What lube?" I echoed, then felt the moisture. It was bizarre, yet there was no time for medical speculations. Bruce tasted the liquid, his face lighting up with realization. "This is natural," he confirmed, and with that, he entered me, triggering an immediate, intense orgasm.
"You are mine," he declared, his voice a claim of possession and affection. The pleasure was overwhelming, my limbs trembling with each thrust. The sensation was deepened by his curved member, hitting places inside me that I didn't know existed. Moans escaped me, sounds I wasn't accustomed to making. As he moved faster, deeper, I marveled at how my body adapted to him, the curve adding layers to the ecstasy. The connection was intense, primal, and as we both reached our climax, the physical and emotional peaks merged.
But then, a sharp pain in my neck jolted me back from the bliss. His fangs had sunk in, marking me in the most literal sense. "Aww... That hurts!" I cried out, the pain sharp and unexpected.
"Marking my mate," he explained, licking his fangs clean, his skin paler, his eyes glowing red with the thrill of the moment. The pain was subsiding when my phone buzzed with a message from Mary-Jane. "Where are you? Grandma is about to present her speech and your prize."
"We have to go, remember this is my night," I said, reaching for my gown, the reality of the event outside this private sanctuary crashing back. As we prepared to leave, the sound of sobbing from within the bathroom caught our attention.
"Whoa... Whoa... Have you been here the whole time listening to us?" Bruce asked, his voice a mix of shock and concern directed towards the unseen listener. The night, which had started with a festival of dark celebration, had turned into a moment of deep connection and now, an unexpected intrusion.
What would come next? Who was the sobbing figure? The questions hung in the air, as thick as the tension that had filled the room moments before. As we moved to investigate, I couldn't help but feel that the night's events were far from over. Marked by Bruce, both physically and emotionally, I stepped into the unknown with a mix of fear, curiosity, and an unshakeable bond that had just been forged in the most intimate of circumstances.