Novel & Cerita Impregnating Her

Like every other vampire who imprints, I had all sorts of romantic notions and plans, and none of them involved a werewolf attack. Slowly, I walk deeper into the cave. I keep going until my strength gives up and I sink to my knees with her still in my shaking arms. As gently as I can, I put her down on a mossy patch and I lie down next to her. I pull her closer to me, and wrap my arms and legs around her, enveloping as much of her as I can with my own body. “Find me,” I whisper to her. “I’m right here waiting for you. Come back to me.”

“Don’t worry baby. I’m about to give you something better than that.” Picking her up I swiftly sat her on the edge of the bed then kneeled in front of her placing her legs over my shoulders. The moment my tongue licked up her core she moaned my name. I wanted to make her cry my name out all night. I wanted her to remember that she was mine. She said we were starting over but I needed to imprint myself on her.

Although a part of me is annoyed, my impatience takes over, and I refuse to make her wait any longer. She pulls me towards her, the scent of her desire filling the air as she guides me to her entrance. I thrust forcefully, matching her preference for intensity. I observe her breasts bouncing vigorously, driven by our passionate rhythm. With every thrust, she becomes increasingly wet, her legs wrapping around my hips, urging me deeper. “Your needy today,” I playfully remark, before tenderly licking the mark that elicits a contented purr from her.

Her eyes almost glazing over in a haze of lust and fear, of desire and pain, I can see the yearning to be embraced, to be taken into my arms. Opening them slowly to her, I simply wait for her to come to me. “Zegulf,” she whispers quietly as her feet move in slow, scuffing movements. She is still fighting what is natural. She fights it because of the Indoctrination that was forced upon her. An indoctrination I will break her of. I will rip every single fucking lie of the Sect out of her mind. Taking the final step to her, I wrap my arms tight around her body. When I pull her to my chest, she rests her cheek against me.

Sync. The sight of her, impaled on the carved wood, juices slicking her thighs, drove me wild. She rocked slow, hand reaching back to stroke my cock, hard and leaking. Tension coiled tight; the full moon's light seeped through cracks, silver on her skin. 'Silas... join me.' She pulled the plug free with a gasp, then guided me to her ass, slick and ready.

she whispered, the title now a conditioned reflex. He walked towards her, stopping just inches away. He reached out, not touching her, but tracing the air near her cheek. “I can still see the tear tracks even through the new makeup.” His finger finally made contact, brushing a strand of hair from her temple. The touch was electric, possessive. “Good. I want the memory of that desperation to stay with you. It’s your fuel.”

She giggled then, the sound light and tinkling, but her eyes gleamed with dark delight, savoring the irony. Rising gracefully from the bed, her nightgown flowing around her like a quiet stream, she padded across the room. "Oh well, who can blame a girl for speeding things up?" Her tone dripped with feigned sweetness, but inside, triumph coiled like a serpent. The pack's tearing at each other was... masterful. And now... to seal her hold on him. She approached the place where she had kept the Black Hemlock Oil, took one bottle, opened it with her teeth and tilted it back, swallowing the contents in one gulp.

Power thinning. She had to lock it in. He needed to cum in her. Breed her. Fill her with his seed and let the ancient bond do the rest. She met the king Halfway the she slowed, then dropped to her knees, arching her back like prey and purring out into the hallway, “ She struck. “Leaving so soon?” she purred, stepping into his path, still naked, water dripping from her curves, her skin glowing under the flickering sconces. “You didn’t even taste me.”

But I’d train her to become the warrior she needed to be—someone strong enough to face her own demons, her own struggles. She gave me a look as she slumped down on the chair next to me, breathing hard. Even with the sweat, there was something about her scent that still drew me in. Honeysuckle… and something else. Vanilla, maybe?

she whines, her hips bucking as I bite at her soft thighs. “Not yet,” I tell her. She gives a whining sob. “Why?” Her voice is broken, almost like it physically pains her not to touch me. I look up into her eyes and see that her lust has made the beautiful brown deepen. The color seems fuller, somehow deeper. Like being with me has made her…more. More alive. More whole. More herself than that asshole of a father or her time in the rogue camp ever let her be.