Once Marcello finished his pleasantries and was clear of the guests, he picked up his stride, using his superior speed to traverse the palace much faster. He would have sped all the way to his bedroom had it not been for the overwhelming smell that stopped him in his tracks. A maid had cut her hand on a broken glass and was gently nursing it in the empty hallway. As soon as he met her gaze, she knew what he wanted. She was one of the few that knew what he was, and she had been letting him feed, hoping one day he would turn her too.

He took her hand, and after checking the hallway was empty, brought it to his mouth. There was nothing like it. Every nerve in his body tingled as the energy flowed into him. It took all his self-control to stop and drop her hand, revelling in the ecstasy. He eventually came down enough to clean up his mouth with a handkerchief and clean her hand, tying said handkerchief around the wound. Then he continued on his prior mission.

Finally, he made it back to his bedroom, opening the door and quickly shutting and locking it behind him. The room was finely decorated with luxurious of furnishings and thick heavy curtains that blocked out the sunlight during the day, everything themed with a royal red colouration rather than the more ominous black of his family colours. In the room's darkness, with only the hearth burning, most of this was obscured.

Marcello wasted no time pulling off his clothes, with little regard for keeping them in fine condition. Then he paused, once naked, to gaze upon the beauty lying under his sheets. This was it. The entire purpose of the marriage. Hell, the entire purpose of this girl's existence. He took a steadying breath and locked eyes with her as he stalked toward the bed.

The scant light from the fireplace's flames danced across his nude form as Natalia admired him. It, too, seemed unearthly perfection in Natalia's eyes. His muscles were chiseled, lean but pristine abdominals, pectorals, and biceps as though someone had sculpted him out of clay rather than flesh. And below... she'd never seen a nude man who wasn't a statue, and none of the statues were that well endowed. It was thick and long and covered throbbing veins. It made her heart quicken again and her mouth go dry. That was going to fit in her?

Marcello observed her face as she took him in and grinned, sliding into the bed beside her. Staring deep into her eyes, he tried to unearth any doubt or fear within her, but he could not detect any. Unable to wait any longer, he wrapped his arms around her and began kissing her furiously. Passion coursing throughout his body.

She felt her whole body flush with excitement, goosebumps prickling across her skin as he ignited her soul with his kiss. Her arms snaked around his neck, tearing at his lips with her own. Their tongues danced together, and her hand roamed upward, twining in his hair, running her well-manicured fingernails along his scalp.

As her other hand slipped down his body, her nails grazed down his back. She pressed her body as close to him as she could, feeling his manhood hard against her. It made her heart quicken once again. She involuntarily rocked her hips against him, feeling it slide along her folds, teasing at her lips, now growing more and more wet by the moment.

Her roaming hands turned him on to no end. A moan escaped his lips when she finally had to part for air. He could feel his hardness grazing her as she became slicker and slicker, but he was not quite ready to break her maidenhood just yet.

Unlike the girl, he had no need for air. As she panted, he began kissing her neck, occasionally subtly licking and nipping, but taking some care not to hurt her. That pale flesh was so tempting. He raked his teeth along it, but he didn't dare puncture the skin. She needed to be at her best, her strongest, and besides, there would be questions he had to answer if he fed from her.

He continued to kiss his way down to her breasts and began teasing them with his tongue. His hands drifted up her sides, getting the measure of her soft curves. Her body felt like fire beneath his fingertips, the softest of touches making her twitch. So warm. So inviting.

She barely noted how cold his fingers were along her body. The fire was a respectful distance away. The night air was chilly, and they had nothing covering them any longer. Still, her body burned like the sun—overheated from lust, and every touch caused her to jump and jerk and yelp and moan. It was torturously over-stimulating.

He took his time teasing her, satisfied that for a maiden she was certainly eager. As he felt her wetness beckoning him, could hold off no longer. He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly pushed inside. His cock met her maidenhood, the tightness and resistance, and he pushed harder, breaking through. The virgin was now his. He owned her completely. The scent of sweet blood flooded his nostrils, and he had to take a deep breath to keep from withdrawing to lick it away or beginning to hammer into her, substituting sexual lust for bloodlust.

He knew he could not, though. She was so tight; he knew he would have to start slow and spare her some pain, but by the end of the night he wanted her shouting out his name for all the palace to hear.

As he pushed himself inside her, she gasped, tensing slightly. It hurt, but pleasure quickly replaced the pain as her blood spilled onto their sheets. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he moved inside her; her hips bucking in time with his. She moaned, far louder than she'd meant to, pleasure swallowing her up whole.

Her nails dug into him, a feeling like she'd never experienced building up in the base of her spine. She struggled for breath as the pressure increased, her whole body tingling as he moved inside her. Then suddenly she stiffened beneath him, a wave of heat washing over her body as that pressure exploded from her spine across her whole being. It was the most amazing feeling she had ever experienced.

Her grip around his neck had tightened as he began thrusting in a regular rhythm. He could smell the blood on the sheets, but blood was slowly being pushed down and down the list of priorities. His top priority was her, just below that, the buildup of pleasure in his groin. He moaned with her; the ecstasy overwhelming his other senses.

Opening his eyes and focussing briefly, all he could see beneath him was a writhing mess, well on her way to what he assumed was her first orgasm.

She tried to form words, but her mouth only made primal noises. She didn't want the sensation to stop, but it slowly subsided, leaving her trembling beneath him in the aftershock of her first orgasm. Pulling him closer to her, she plunged her mouth on his, needing to convey the magnitude of emotion that had just flooded over her. She assumed this was why it was encouraged that women only have intercourse after marriage. For now, she wanted to laugh, cry, and scream how much she loved him despite barely knowing him all at once. Never had she felt any emotion so strong, let alone so many at once.

He couldn't seem to keep pace with Natalia, though, as her body shook and clenched beneath him. Trying to milk him of the seed he had yet to release. At first he felt annoyed, but the look of pure happiness on her face soon melted his frostiness. At least she enjoyed the act, which would make it far easier to repeat. She even pulled him in for a fiery thank you kiss, which he was more than happy to reciprocate.

"My lady, I am not done," he said, clearly still hungry for satisfaction. "We must go again until I release my seed." It was the first time he had not given her a choice in deciding what happened to her, and he was curious to see how she reacted. "I will make love to you all night if I have to, Natalia. I will bring you to that peak repeatedly until you take my seed, and we conceive an heir." He brushed some loose hairs off her face while truly appreciating her deep breaths that made her breasts heave and the flushed face of pleasure that told him she secretly loved making love.

She hadn't expected him to stop until he reached his own climax, but she found it odd he seemed to be so motivated for them to conceive a child that very instant. There were no guarantees that they would conceive right away, and they had a lifetime to do so. It wasn't as if they were working against a clock. They were both young, healthy, virile; there was no reason to think she wouldn't give him an heir soon. But the pressure of needing to produce one their very first time together seemed a little ludicrous to her.

But all she replied was, "alright" as he rocked his hips into her harder. "I want to feel that," she whispered through heaving breaths. "I want to feel you fill me with your seed..." she was curious about how it felt, but mostly these were lines from a tawdry novel she'd read with some of her classmates. The girls in those always seemed to be talking while having intercourse, so she thought she'd try. It felt... odd, unnatural. So she decided instead to enjoy herself as he thrust into her.

She closed her eyes for a moment, just breathing everything in. Her head felt fizzy, and her body was still tingling. That pressure built up again, and with each thrust, it seemed to grow stronger and stronger. Her walls gripped him, threatening to orgasm once more. Why had no one told her how amazing this felt? She wanted to do this and nothing but this for the rest of her life. It was intoxicating.

He could feel her getting herself to the brink, as she had done once already. He too was very close, the pressure in his groin like a dam that was about to burst. With one final thrust, he buried himself as deeply as he could and release wave after wave of his seed within her. She came as he did, shaking and gripping so tightly as he emptied all he had within her. He moaned loudly before finally collapsing beside her, taking heavy breaths that, although he did not need, felt natural to show.

The combination of fresh blood and sexual release meant that his body had never felt more alive. Every part of him tingled, and it only strengthened as Natalia wrapped her body of fire around him. He smiled at her, struggling to find the right words as his body adjusted to the new heights of pleasure. "I love you, Natalia, and I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. It was an absolutely perfect experience." The lingering smell of blood just seemed to complete the scene. Like smelling the first flowers of spring.

He wrapped both arms around Natalia and held her close for a hug, just wanting to feel her body against his and soak in this moment.