Markus-Underworld Reborn

I awoke with a start with the last letters of Markus’ name falling from my mouth. I was sweating and clenching the cover. I sat up covering my mouth at the sudden embarrassment of calling out to Markus. My mind was in a frenzy and my heart raced. I pulled the covers back from my sweating body. My cloths were soaked and the blazing fireplace wasn’t making it any better. I looked around trying to remember my dream and noticed the drapes on the window had been drawn, exposing the huge widow doors. It lead out onto a balcony. The windows were huge and bound in what seemed like wrought iron, black of course but still very lovely. The handles were of the same material. I stood up and looked out the doors, noticing the small balcony with its concrete base and cast iron railings. The vanity was about two feet from the window, allowing me to slip behind it, opening the doors and letting the freezing air hit my hot body. I stepped out on the balcony, leaning on the railing, enjoying the night air. The estate below was only cleared a few acres and the rest was surrounded by a vast forest. The moon stood high and full, making the night very bright. My thoughts finally settled with my heart and I soon remembered the dream and all its details

It started in a blur of the party at Ontario’s, he was in that wretched lycan form, trying to reach out to my throat but soon guards and William came in, ambushing the animals, killing them off easily with their weapons. The scene then changed to a small dining room. I was sitting on a long bench at a wooden dining set. Incense burned at the table as Markus spoke with me. I don’t remember what he had said to me but he sat at the head of the table but close to me. I was laughing. I was then sleeping in my room and Markus was there, sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to wake me with his touch. He undressed me and tasted me. I didn’t fight him. I remember vividly that it felt so good but I couldn’t release. He was then fucking me. This part was vague because I was in so many different positions that I couldn’t remember, still unable to release despite my pleasure. The scenes were almost cloudy like a movie. He whispered things in my ear in which I do not remember. I was then laying there, Markus on his knees between my legs, wrapping my legs around his waist as he thrust softly but deeply in me. I rubbed my hands down his chest. I wanted to release but I couldn’t, though I was so close. I could see the fire flicker gently in his red hair and his fangs as he drew in short breaths. He rubbed his hands across my breast. I could see he was close. He leaned in on me, thrusting harder into me, speaking a foreign tongue in my ear as he let go, spilling inside me. The orgasm hit me hard. I dug my fingers into his back and hair, letting my voice carry his name and that’s when I awoke, still saying his name, clenching the covers like it was him.

I lowered my head and laughed a bit, feeling embarrassed that I had a wet dream. No one could see me but I felt like a young girl in the onset of puberty having a wet dream. My face burned as I blushed in the night. My cheeks cooled but the memory was burning in my head. I couldn’t let it go, even in as I tried to think of other things. I was finally cooling off when I heard the bedroom door open and shut. I turned towards the night, thinking that it was Markus. My face burned again. I didn’t want to see him, knowing that I had dreamt of him in the most erotic way but I was calmed by a young woman’s voice. Her Romanian accent of English allowed me to relax.

“Dear god, girl. What are you doing out there? Its freezing and you will surely catch your death. Come in.” She spoke with urgency as she coaxed me back in, shutting the doors behind her.

She was a pretty girl, my age with long brown hair and green eyes. She was a vampire. I noticed by her fangs as she spoke. She wore a low cut sweater showing her busty figure and matching slacks, all of which was a deep grey.

“What were you doing out there?” She asked with clear concern on her face, her painted lips forming the words perfectly.

I looked to the floor feeling stupid, remembering that I was in barely underwear and walking out in the night that was at least a freezing temperature. I told her that I had awoken hot and needed some fresh air as I wrapped myself in the silk robe from the vanity, sitting down on the dressing bench, still feeling humiliated. She sat beside me, rubbing her hand across my back, smiling at me sweetly.

“Well then, you must have had some really good dreams then.” She said, laughing a bit. I liked her already. I smiled a bit, thinking of my dream but said nothing of it. She lifted my face up to look me over, speaking in her soft, light voice.

“Now I see why my lord, Markus, fancies you so much. You’re a lovely girl. What’s your name?” She asked

“Ann” I spoke simply, confused why her master fancied me. I saw how pretty this girl was, why did he not like her? She was prettier than I.

“I’m Mickelle. It is good to finally meet you. You’re the latest buzz around this place. We haven’t had any human company in such a long time. You seem like a nice girl. Are you comfortable? Can I get you anything?” She said. I simply shook my head. She was gracious to me and I liked her company.

“I heard of the lycan issue you had a few days ago. That is such a horrible thing.” She said, letting the sadness fill her face. She looked at my neck. I noticed she saw the bruising from yesterday. “What happened?”

“Markus.” I said lowering my face, remembering why I had that bruise. “I’m okay. Markus and William have been gracious to me. I can’t thank them enough for saving me from that hell.” I spoke realizing that I respected them far more than I thought I would

“You know, William and Markus have a kind heart in the mist of trauma. You’re a rare case though. I don’t believe they would have saved a human but for some reason Markus keeps you here. Markus does have a bit of a temper though but I think all will be okay.” She said that last bit smiling. “I will get the doctor for your arm wound and some food. You must be starving and I will come back” She said, laying cigarettes on the banister of the fireplace and walking out.

I liked Mickelle. We could get along fine. She seemed kind and had a good heart. I grabbed the smokes and an ashtray from the chair table and went to go to the bathroom to pee. I sat the ashtray on the counter, smoking and thinking of my encounters as I peed. I couldn’t understand why so many of these immortal people were kind to me. Was it because they served Markus and he had me here for a purpose that was uncertain to me. I let these thoughts go away as I pulled some underwear from the dresser and started the shower. I pulled up my hair, feeling the bathroom fill with steam. I showered, letting the water wash away my unsteady mind and it soon relaxed me. I dried off and wrapped in the robe. As I walked out the bathroom, pulling my hair down with my dirty cloths in my hand I noticed that Mickelle was back with food on a silver platter and an older man that I assumed was the doctor. She told me to put the cloths in the hamper in the closet.

I put my cloths in the hamper and looked around the closet. I didn’t need to cut the light on, since the bedroom light had been switched on and the fireplace was almost out, just a few ambers glowing, leaving a bit of warmth. The closet was huge, full of designer cloths and accessories but I decided to look through it later after I had eaten. I sat down at the vanity and Mickelle handed me a towel as she uncovered the food.

“This is Dr. Crahn. He will assist your arm. I need you to pull your robe down. The towel is to cover your front side.” She said sweetly

I looked at the doctor as he pulled needles of florescent yellow stuff out, cleansing kits and other supplies out of his bag. He was an old man with little hair. He smiled at me as I stared at those needles. I noticed he didn’t have fangs. He spoke in a deep voice.

“Those won’t be so bad, dear. I can assure you. This will heal your arm, its a little invention of mine.” He said as he cleaned my wound. I winced at the cleaning process, the alcohol burned terribly but I knew it had to be done.

“Are you an immortal?” I asked as he prepped his needles.

“No, I serve our lord Markus and William. We go back a long ways” He said, sticking me with the needle.

I watched how the wounds healed themselves. They grew smaller until they were gone without a scar. It astounded me and I couldn’t stop staring. Only a bit of soreness was left. He injected something else and told me it was for pain. As I ate I found that the pain meds were hitting me hard. I felt good and the food helped a lot. I finished as the doctor left Mickelle and me.

I pulled my robe up and sat at the dressing bench, noticing someone had made the bed and sipped my tea. I felt a bit drunk but so much better.

“Feeling a bit drowsy? It will pass.” She said, sitting by me. Once I finished my tea. I noticed it had wore off a lot but a bit of the drowsiness was still their. Just as Mickelle was putting the covers back over the plates, Markus walked in. I blushed, remembering my dream as Markus looked at Mickelle with a cold look.

“Leave us.” He snapped at her as she took the tray and walked out, giving me a bit of a smile.

Markus sat beside me, folding his hands over his bent lap. “So I see you met Mickelle. I want you to stay away from her. She smiles in your face but will stab you in the back.” He said looking at me with those bright blue eyes. I couldn’t understand why she would do that but I agreed to his wishes still a bit confused.

I watched as he sat in silence, lighting a cigarette and giving me one. I saw how the last ambers of the fire glowed in his hair and remembered how it did that in my dream. I looked away, so that he could not see my clear embarrassment. He wore something similar as the day before, this time he wore black slacks without the tunic but the same type of belt and the jacket.

“Did you eat?” He asked as he stood, bringing the ashtray to us and let out his cigarette. The power that filled the room was almost suffocating. He let that calling come to me. I had to move away a bit from him. Getting up and sitting in front of the fireplace on the bed, playing with my slippers. I could feel him looking at me as I told him that I had indeed eaten. I thanked him and as I looked at him as he smiled a bit. He pulled the bed bench from the footboard, sitting down facing me while he leaned his arms on the bed and folding his hands, all the while, never looking away from me.

“Come here” He called to me, letting his gaze fall down to his hands as I walked over to the bed and sat down at the end, close by him. He looked up at me. His contoured face, perfectly made, without emotion and those deep eyes, burned into me. I looked away, trying to hide that I felt weak from his power, how he had control over me when he looked at me like that. It was like he was looking into me. He rubbed his hand up under my sleeve, exposing where my wound once was, looking over it. He didn’t have to look at me to overpower me. His touch was worse than his look. I felt high and for some reason his large smooth hands felt nice on my skin.

“It has healed nicely.” He said looking up at me, rubbing my arm a bit. “You look nice. I like your hair down.” He reached up, running his fingers a bit through my hair. This man was kind. I feared him greatly but when he touched me, it was powerful. He placed his hand around my neck a bit up my lower chin and lifted my face. He let the full depth of his hand touch me. He looked at my neck and I noticed that he was surveying the bruising on my neck. The silence and the memory of the reason I had that bruise made tears well in my eyes. My neck was still sore but he held me gently. When he let my face lower, the tears fell from my eyes, down my face. He looked deeply at me, clenching his jaw a bit, contouring his face more. He wiped my tears away and pulled his seat up closer to me, spreading my legs so he could sit between them and he leaned in, resting his forearms rest on the bed and folded his hands behind me. He was so close to my face. I looked him over a bit. Seeing him shirtless and how his muscle formed perfectly on his chest and abdomen and how his neck was formed nicely. I could feel his power a lot more when he was close and it was filling me.

He pulled me closer and if any closer, I would have sat in his lap. He wiped at my tears, and held my face. He pulled me in and pressed his lips to mine, gently, kissing me with a passion, I had never felt. His lips were soft and he let his power fill me up as he did this. He continued to kiss me deeper, running his tongue in my mouth as he ran his hands between my legs. I could feel his fangs but he didn’t bite on me. The tears continued to run from my closed eyes. His touch was taking my breath away. I felt he was the enemy but the way he made me feel, like I was safe, made me kiss him back as I clenched the covers. I couldn’t take his touch and pulled back away quickly. I climbed up the bed, catching my breath, still crying. My lips burned and when I touched them. I noticed a little blood. I must have pulled away too quickly, catching one of those fangs. He didn’t hurt me, nor did he do anything wrong but still I cried. My emotions were everywhere.

He looked at me as I sat there. He grabbed my right leg by the calf and pulled me back down the bed, not hurting me but the force was strong enough to make me fall back as he slid me back down, letting my legs bend and fall from the bed. He leaned in over me, looking at me. He pulled my hand up, sucking on the tips of my fingers on my left hand and then leaning in to suck on my lip, which burned a bit. He sat their, leaning on his right arm and stroking my face with his left hand. He spoke quietly.

“I’m not going to hurt you” he said with his deep voice as he wiped my tears away. He let his hand run down my neck, in between my breast and untied my robe, following his hands with his eyes as he did this. I watched him, blinking away my tears, trying to maintain my composure as he was undressing me. The power was what made me cry and his simple gestures felt good and my tears ran from my emotions. He sat up, pulling open my robe. I lied there, watching him as he looked me over. He ran his hands from my waist, up and over my breast. I looked up at the jeweled ruby in the canopy, drawing in a deep breath as he rubbed his hands on my naked skin. He put his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me up and then ran his hands over my shoulders, allowing my robe to fall to the bed. He put left hand on the middle of my back and pulled my robe from under me and let it fall to the floor. I stared at a pattern on the cover, still crying as he put his right hand on the back of my neck pulling me close again and keeping his other hand on my back. He kissed the bruising on my neck fully, allowing them to fall down between my breast. He started to run his hands between my cleavage and over my breast, taking each one into his mouth, sucking it gently. I watched him doing this and when he tasted my flesh, I gasped out a bit past my tears. I felt his fangs rub across my skin. I had to lean a bit back on my arms so not to fall over from the calling feeling he continued to push into me. It aroused me. I could feel the deep throbbing between my legs as he ran his hands around my back, pulling me closer to his face.

I could feel the softness of his lips and his short beard on my skin. He pulled away from me and even how I feared him, I didn’t want him to stop but he pushed me a little between my breast to make me lay back. I complied, still flowing tears. He held my waist as he blew air on my navel and kissing my stomach. I watched as he pleased me effortlessly. I was astonished at his tactics. He ran his fingers on the seams of my panties and pulled them down. I tried to stop him, playing hard to get but he pushed my hands aside as he pulled them away to the floor with my robe. He pulled his seat closer and put my bent right leg on the bench with him at his side. My foot rested easily there as he bent his arm under my leg, almost pulling my leg up on his shoulder and ran his hand down the outside of my thigh and kissed the inside of my thigh, further down the length of my leg. He kissed all the sensitive spots like he knew where they were as he pushed my left leg apart, which still hanged off the bed.

Not wasting time he put his full mouth over me, running his tongue deep from my opening to my clit as he ran his right hand up my left thigh to the top of my pelvic bone. I arched my back and sucked the air in hard. The touch and feel was amazing. He sucked on my gently but fully and I clenched the covers, trying to breath. I let my head fall back and relaxed as he continued to fill me with shocks of pleasure. He slid his tongue inside of me and I moaned out past my tears. He slipped a finger inside me, pushing it in gently. I clenched the covers harder, calling his name as he assaulted me. I tried to push my pelvic up closer as I was growing close to orgasm but he pushed me back down. I ran my left hand fingers through his hair trying to pull him away and push my legs to pull away but he fought against that too. I was growing frustrated that he wouldn’t let me come or he wouldn’t stop. I gave up and as I did this, still twining my fingers in his hair, he continued to push his fingers in me deeper and tasting me fuller, pushing me over the edge. I moaned out as I came, curling my toes, arching my back, trying not to be too loud. He pulled his fingers from me and tasted my full length as I came hard.

He looked at me, sitting there as I tried to relax from such a hard blow. He ran his hands on my legs as I regained my composure. He blew on my clit and I protested a bit, still feeling a bit too sensitive. He smiled a bit at this. I looked in his face, feeling tired. No man had ever brought me to orgasm just by licking me but his immense power and tactics sent me over the edge. He removed his jacket and his belt and I soon realized where this was headed and retreated to the top of the bed, being sure to pull my legs up so that he couldn’t pull me down but he sat on his knees on the bed and watched me.

“Ah, I see.” He said, looking down, smiling to himself a bit. “Now your being rude.” He said as he easily pulled me down, spreading my legs and running his hands on up my bent legs and down my thighs. He lied between my legs and held me firmly with his left arm under me, holding my shoulder, with his right hand he coaxed me to rest my legs around his and then played in my hair. The more he leaned in the more my legs spread until he was lying in between my legs and his face was inches from mine. I was naked, still throbbing and pinned to the bed. His pelvic on mine wasn’t helping my already sensitive folds. I felt dizzy at his advancements. Since he lied right on top of me, I felt the full force of his power and strength. He pushed up into my pelvic making my cry out. His member had pressed hard against my clit and it over took me. He watched me as I cried out. I clenched the covers with my left hand and a pillow above me with the right and this amused him. I couldn’t take his touch any longer. I tried to pull away by pushing my feet up but that only made his member press harder on me. I lied still as he leaned in, kissing my neck and then whispering in my ear.
“I know your thoughts, your fears, memories and desires. I found them hidden away inside you. I know your dreams, Ann.” He said kissing my neck again, continuing up my jaw bone and I turned my head towards the fireplace that still glowed, controlling my breathing, trying to hide my embarrassment.

He knew what ran through my mind. He knew of my dream and it angered me that he pondered my thoughts. He looked at me as I grew angrier. I looked at him, showing my anger towards him but he smiled at me. I felt as though he was mocking me and when he leaned in to kiss me, I turned my face away again to the fire, letting my tears fall. He pulled his left arm from under me, rested it on the bed and stared at me. The compelling feeling disappeared and was replaced by his angry side. I could feel his mood changing. My throbbing stopped as he turned my face towards his. I could see the anger on his face as he clenched his jaw and burned into me with those blue eyes. I grew scared, crying, as the anger increased.

“I don’t like when you disrespect me with your attitude. You seem to have forgotten your place. Must I remind you, Ann. Save your tears. I have no sympathy for your actions.” He spoke, thrusting himself hard against me, again, this time, not in an inviting way.

My tears wouldn’t stop. It scared me terribly when he got this way. I gripped the pillow again and the covers with my other hand when he pushed dangerously hard into me, I cried out a bit, wiped at my tears, clearing my view so I could see his face which was unchanged, his jaw clenched.

“Tell me; are you a waste of my time? Should I let you live or spare myself the trouble and kill you now?” He spoke again in his low tone.

I continued to stare in his face. His masculine features were unchanged. Without thinking, I rubbed my fingers gently across the side of his left cheek, feeling his short beard. I reached to touch his lips, the lips that brought me to orgasm that now stood firm in his anger but I stopped short, deciding not to play with his very powerful emotions. The fear welled inside me more. I couldn’t understand how such a beautiful creature could hold a temper like that. What was that secret power he spoke of? I stopped pondering the thought when he shot me a dangerous look, warning me I was treading in uncharted waters.

“I don’t understand but I know I don’t want to die” I spoke meekly, letting my tears return.

He let the dangerous feeling pass slowly, to allow me to think about what happened last time. My neck burned with the thought. I thought how I was food to these immortals, no matter what I said or did. I looked upon the fire, accepting my fate, waiting to see if he would kill me. He leaned in, holding me closer, whispering in my ear.

“Patience is a virtue you need to grasp here. I do not tolerate ignorance. Your fate is what you make of it. Continue to gain patience and respect for me and you will reap the rewards but become stubborn from ignorance and I will show you your place”

I listened to his words carefully, taking in the meaning. I looked at him, nodding in understanding. He pressed his lips into mine, filling me once again with that compelling feeling and I melted from his strength and simple gesture. I preferred this mood. I understood why I didn’t get what I wanted when he pleased me earlier because of my impatience but when I gave in and waited, he gave me what I wanted. I understood why he did what he did. Comfort hit me. This was my new life and he gave me the choice to make it what I wanted of it.

Markus pulled me closer with that power, pressing himself on me, know that that inner calling made me throb. It was stronger when he was this close. My tears were drying and I played with a stray curl from his hair and relaxed more. My heart was pounding as Markus pressed his cheek against mine and shifted his weight on me, making his swollen member press against my clit, making me whimper a bit. I wrapped my arms around him as he buried his face in my neck, planting those little kisses on my neck. He rubbed his hand down my thigh and the back of my neck with the other. I let me legs fall open more. He continued to rub his big hands up from my hip to my breast. I could feel goose bumps rising with this gesture and I sighed deeply. He pulled me in for a deep kiss.

A knock came at the door in the middle of our most intense moment. Markus looked at the door and then lowered his head, sighing deeply at the interruption. The knock came again, this time he leaned up and spoke

“This better be important or I am going to kill somebody!” He threatened. I could feel his anger rising but not at me. It was different, feeling his mood directed somewhere else. I knew he was serious. I found myself rubbing my hands up his chest, across his broad shoulders and up the front of his neck, following my hands with my eyes as I did so. He leaned his face into one of my hands, closing his eyes as Williams voice came from the other side.

“Markus, we have a serious problem. The lower chamber has no power and we have death dealers”

Markus had leaned back into me and spoke into my ear. “Fuck. I have to go. You just stay here and don’t go anywhere.” He said as he pulled himself up, looking at me deeply, seeing that I didn’t want him to go but he got off the bed and dressed again. I didn’t want him to go but the earnest in William’s voice seem serious.

“Markus! Pull your dick out of her and come on!” William yelled through the door just as Markus opened the door irritated. “I didn’t get that far.” Markus said. William saw me, still undressed on the bed. I felt a sudden urge of embarrassment knowing that William saw me naked, he nodded at me though with respect and then looking at his brother, said “I see you were close.” He laughed a bit as Markus pushed him out the doorway, looking back at me and then shut the door.

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Markus woke up knowing that he was in Ann’s thoughts. He sat back a bit longer feeling her thoughts a bit more. A servant knocked at his door quietly. He invited her in. She pulled his drapes back, exposing the last bit of daylight sinking behind the trees. She stood there with her head down, speaking quietly. “Can I get you anything else, sir?” She said in her scared stature. He looked at her a moment, amused by the new servant and her fear. “No, you dismissed.” He spoke. She left quietly, still with her head down.

Markus could hear Ann dreaming. He could feel her pleasing mood and found it arousing. So as he showered and dressed, he thought he would have a bit of fun. He wrapped himself in her thoughts. He saw the thought of him visiting her but he took it further, loving and fucking her emotions, finding her pleasure deep. He told her secrets she wouldn’t remember. She released with him and Markus sat on the edge of the bed hearing Ann waking, calling his name out. He felt erect at this thought and thought he should go visit Ann but first he went to meet William.

William was at the dining room table waiting for his brother. Markus took his seat at the head of the table.

“I heard a certain young lady calling for you. What did you do Markus, play in her dreams?” He grinned a bit behind his glass.

Markus said nothing but poured his own glass of the wine potent blood, smiling a bit. He sat wondering what she was doing and what he should do with her. After all, she was a human in a house full of immortals. He excused himself from the table, having his fill of the blood, feeling able bodied. He made his way to Ann’s room, deciding that she needed to choose her own fate and he thought it wise to speak with her on this matter himself.

Once arriving, he was immediately angered when he saw Mickelle has already made an appearance, trying to win Ann over with her quick tongue and fake smile. He clenched his jaw, trying hard not to slap her for her misdeeds. He apposed this immediately, shooting Mickelle a threatening look, excusing her. She left knowing she had upset him. He didn’t want Ann to see his temper with Mickelle and found it best that he would deal with her later. His attentions soon focused on Ann. He saw the blushing on her cheeks at his presence. To her, her dream was made up. Little did she know, she wouldn’t have had the wet dream if it wasn’t because of his doing.

Markus sat beside her, basking in her humanly scent and the sweet smells of the shower on her. He could feel her energy had returned. He smoked a cigarette, wondering in the maze of her thoughts. A memory flickered in her mind and he laughed to himself as she turned away from his view. He stood to get the ashtray and saw that Ann had moved from the bench to the side of the bed. He questioned her on eating as he watched the fire brighten her long hair, noticing how it curled at the ends. He watched her as she stared at the floor, playing with her slippers.

He pulled the bench away from the bed, sat down, put the ashtray on the bed and leaned against the edge of the bed, playing in Ann’s thoughts. He called her to him. She sat on the bed beside his hands and finished her cigarette. Markus pulled on her emotions while he pulled up the sleeve on her left arm, exposing the mended wound. He let his lust course through her as he touched her and commented on the healing process. She tightened her legs in his response and the gentle way she looked at him; let him know that she could feel it.

He was astounded at her beauty and he ran his hands through the ends of her hair. She lowered her head in embarrassment. She blushed like a school girl and he could hardly stay in his seat from his lust from her innocence. He lifted her head by her neck, seeing the bruising on her sensitive skin from her disobedience. He heard her thoughts and could feel her remembering. When he lowered her face, she had small streams of tears on her sweet face. He knew that yesterday’s actions had to be done but her relevant fear was something he didn’t want hindering there clear bond.

He pulled his seat closer, spread her legs, so that he could sit between them and rested his arms behind her, looking into her features. He wiped away her tears and found himself wanting to taste her soft pink lips. He pulled her in and kissed her soft lips for the first time. He worked hard not to overtake her as his gesture took her breath away. She pushed into him as she pulled at the covers. He could feel her arousal and could hear her heart beating. He longed to feel her intense arousal and he ran his hands between the soft skin between her legs.

She jerked back and backed up to the bed. Her sudden movement caught Markus’s fang. He watched her crying from her emotions and touching her bleeding lip. Her shock was amazing and he wanted her close again. Pulling her by her right leg, the force, not hurting her, but making her fall back, he pulled her back down the edge of the bed. He leaned in, seeing her blood on her tiny fingers, sucking it away and then sucking it from her lip. Her look was of shock and fear and he assure her he wasn’t going to hurt her. Still leaning over her, he untied her robe. Sitting up, he exposed her naked body, all but for a little pair of lace panties. Her tears still ran but her arousal grew at he rubbed his hands across her breast, feeling the soft skin that he so longed to touch. He sat her up by pulling gently on her neck and he let her gown fall. She stared at the cover as he pulled the gown from under her, just to let it fall to the floor. She was perfect in all her innocence and he couldn’t wait anymore. Running his hand up her back and a hand on her neck, he pulled her close, tasting her skin, feeling her pulse under her neck. He let his gentle motion of kissing fall between her breast and he found himself rubbing his hands over her breast again, filling his mouth with each one. She gasped a bit from this and leaned back on her hands a bit, to keep from falling over. She fell victim to his touch and he liked how she loved it.

He could smell her gentle menstruation and longed to taste her again. He pushed her back a bit to get her to lie down. He held her waist, kissing her stomach, feeling her heart pounding through her flesh as he slipped his fingers under her panty seem. He sat back, working to slip her panties off, unable to wait anymore. She protested little but he could feel her desires. He dropped them to the floor, pulling her right leg up on the dressing bench with him, kissing her soft skin and rubbing her outer thigh with his hand as he pulled her closer to him. He ran his hand up her inner left leg, which hung from the bed, pushing it apart to open her more. She conformed well as he looked at her full nakedness. She was stunning as he continued tasting her skin, feeling how she watched him.

He leaned in and tasted her fully, feeling her reactions in his mouth. Her blood was sweet and he sucked on her as he heard her call out a bit. His mouth filled with her blood and so came her memories. She slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tightness as he saw bits of her life. He saw her dream in her point of view, the chamber encounter, and pieces of her fight with the lycans, her thoughts, Ontario, her small flat and a broken heart. She was close to her orgasm as her muscles tighten around his fingers. She called out his name, arching her back. She tried to push up her hips so she could release but he pushed her back down. She tried to pull his head back and push away but he held her. He could feel her frustrations and enjoyed her fight. She soon submitted, still entwining her little fingers in his hair and he pushed his fingers in her deeper, letting her release. She tightened up, arched her back and cried out. He pulled his hands away, tasting her full orgasm. He licked his fingers and sat up to watch her. She glowed in her orgasm. He blew on her clit and she protested in her sensitivity. He wanted more than just to taste her.

Markus wanted to feel himself inside her. He wanted to feel that orgasm as she wiggled under him. He wanted to hear her scream out. Determined, he started to undress but she pulled away from him. He could see she knew what he wanted but she somehow didn’t want to share. He sat on the bed seeing her fear. Though not a virgin, she hadn’t been touched in so long. He knew it would hurt her but it would pass and he saw this was her reason for retreat. He told her she was being rude in getting but not giving. He pulled her up close to him, spreading her legs, running his hands down her thighs. He lied between her legs pulling hers around his, held her close and played in her hair. He thrust himself on to her and she cried out gently, grasping the pillows and covers. He knew she was still throbbing, for he could feel it and he wanted so badly to be inside her. He told her he knew her thoughts and her dream. He didn’t mention that her memories were hidden in her blood, the same blood he could still taste, though.

He placed small kisses on her neck, up her jaw bone but she turned her face from his in embarrassment. The reddening on her cheeks was a dead give away. Ann looked at Markus, angry with him for knowing. He smiled at her, thinking her innocent human anger was cute. He didn’t want her upset and her secrets would be kept with him. He leaned in to kiss her and she snatched her face from his, staring in the fire, the tears on her face.

The cold shoulder was deep and her ignorance pissed him of. He stared at her and shifted his weight, feeling his hybrid power close. He pulled her face in his view and explained her gestures upset him. He thrust his hips into her hard. The look in her face was of fear and discomfort as she gripped the covers and pillow, crying out and then wiping at her tears. He asked her if she was a waste of life, not letting his temper go so easily. He wondered if she was a waste of his time. Anyone else would have their throats ripped out but he somehow cared for Ann, a mere human. She ran her fingertips on his face after clearing her tears but stopped short, seeing he was still upset. She pondered at his anger and he shot her a look, letting her know, not to go there. She reassured him that she didn’t want to die.

Markus let his anger pass slowly as a reminder for her disobedience and she looked into the fire thinking. She submitted to her fate, waiting to die but Markus only pulled her close and explained the need for patience. She listened well, letting the puzzle fall together itself. She understood and he watched this unfold, loving how smart his blond angel was. Her tears dried as she looked at him nodding, almost like a child. He engulfed her in a kiss, pulling there bodies close together, feeling her melt under him. He liked how she was overtaken by this bond they shared.

He touched her, feeling the flesh react to his touch. She played in his hair. Markus looked deep into her, wanting her more. He didn’t want to fuck her. He wanted to love her, pulling her inner child out, spilling inside her. He wanted her voice to carry his name. He found himself wanting her like this forever. As the thoughts filled his head, he could feel them in her. His passion grew deeper as they shared their moment. He pushed into her growing arousal again, cuing that he wanted to take this further. She whimpered at his thrust, wanting more. He had her where he wanted her and then came the interruption. He lowered his head into Ann’s neck, sighing at his luck, the knock came again. Markus lifted his head in his irritation, speaking at the door that he would kill someone if the news wasn’t important. He thought to himself that if this was something off the wall he was going to really hurt someone. Ann was rubbing her small hands up his chest, across his shoulders and up his neck. Markus took her sweet hand and placed his face in it. He could feel Ann’s bond, her sweet touch and the way she looked at him, innocent, naked, lying sweetly looking at him with her deep blue eyes with her hair around her small face. It made his heart warm to her. He closed his eyes, feeling her. Ann’s innocent looks had not a single clue of how she had him wrapped around her little fingers.

William’s voice came with the bad news. He grew angry that they had to come, right in the middle of his encounter. He cursed into Ann’s neck but he told her that he had to go. He knew he had to deal with this but the look on her face of disappointment made it harder for him to leave. He told her to wait and that he would come back, to just stay in here. She agreed as he got up, hating it as he did. Seeing his naked beauty there, waiting for him, filled him with comfort as he dressed. She would be safe in here and he would make damn sure of that. William was calling for him again. He opened the door irritated with his brother’s comment, stopping his brother from saying more. Markus let him know that because of his interruptions that he didn’t get to have his chance with Ann.

Markus was his brother’s amazement of the naked Ann. He nodded in his respect for her as she saw him looking at her. He joked a bit but Markus pushed him out the doorway. He looked back one last time at Ann. Her sweet nakedness and angelic face glowing in the fireplace flames, burned at his heart. He just wanted to say fuck it and go back to her. He shut the door, allowing that view to set in his memory as he walked with his brother.