Dohmenic

Callath groaned from his seat and looked down as the female before him sucked on his cock. The Dralan sat across from him, a female kneeling before himself as well. "So?"

"So," Callath said and looked at the Dralan while he guided the female's head up and down his length. "For now the existence of your Mihrisa has been kept secret from the rest of the world. By presenting her at the Bhrakla Aurora, you are putting a target on her back. What if Phlague comes after her?"

"He won't ever have the opportunity to do so," The Dralan said and gritted his teeth as the female in front of him sucked on his tip and cupped his heavy sac. "She stays safe as long as she is in the castle. I won't permit her to leave it, ever."

"So you plan on keeping her incarcerated until the day you finally find your Dralaq?" Callath questioned.

That was the plan, but the Dralan knew it was a foolish one. He could keep the female locked up in his chambers forever if he wanted to, but what good would that do? She would grow unhappy, like a flower she would wither away if she did not get fresh air and sunlight. Besides, by keeping her there, he was only prolonging the probability of him one day losing his control and jumping her. If it was up to him, he would have had her on his bed from day one.

"So you do not think good of my idea to have her perform at the Bhrakla Aurora?" The Dralan harshly asked.

Callath squared his jaw as the female sucked on him. He let a small groan go, but then eyed his Dralan out. "I would never doubt my Dralan's choices. If he thinks it is a good idea, I stand fully behind it."

The Dralan nodded, pleased. Callath always were a good, loyal friend. "Next order of business, then. I want you to dig up the Old Scrolls."

Callath's head shot up and looked at his Dralan with a raised brow. "The Old Scrolls, my lord? Any particular one?"

The Dralan watched the female before him lick up his shaft in her effort to please him. Truth be told, he wasn't really in the mood. Ever since his Mihrisa dropped into his life, the only thing he had truly craved was her; her food, her blood, her body, her soul. The female before him did a swell job of sucking him off, but he just didn't feel the same arousal he felt when he was around his Mihrisa - wasn't hard the same way.

"The scroll of rules and boundaries regarding the limitations of a Mihrisa."

At the Dralan's reply, Callath raised yet another brow. "You want to know... how far you can go with her?"

"I want to know where the limits lie of what I can do to her," The Dralan growled. It had been driving him crazy. He wanted to touch her, but couldn't, afraid that he might strip her of her status. He hadn't dealt with a Mihrisa in a long while, so he needed to be refreshed in what was allowed and what was not.

"I see," Callath replied and cleared his throat. "Well, I am not an expert on the matter, but I know that what separates a Mihr from a Mihrisa is what they have been exposed to; A Mihr is pure by body, a Mihrisa is pure by soul. Meaning, a Mihrisa cannot be exposed to crude, sexual things, or else it will inflict her status. To remain a Mihrisa, she must be innocent by heart."

The Dralan growled to himself. Fucking rules. He wanted nothing more than to touch his Mihrisa, please her, but still keep her title intact. It suited her so well. The look in her eyes... he never wanted her to lose that, the pure innocence that radiated from them. In this chaotic world, it was a rare sight to behold. "So where does the boundaries lie then?"

"Well... if the Dralan could give an example...?"

"Nudity. What does the scrolls say of that?"

"Nudity..." Callath echoed, grunting softly as the female before him sucked hard on him. His breath was becoming labored, obviously closing in on his climax. "Nudity is the purest form of innocence. We were born that way, in the flesh and nothing else. Nudity should be okay. That is, of course, if you think you could stay away from her if she was naked."

The Dralan gritted his teeth. He probably wouldn't. "So I can be naked around her?"

"Indeed," Callath affirmed. "Of course the question applies to her, too; Will she be able to keep off his lordship?"

The Dralan thought and smirked to himself. He had seen the looks his Mihrisa sent him when she thought he wasn't looking. Even while clothed, she always fidgeted around him as if his presence made her want to squirm. He had smelled the sweet arousal seeping off from her body when he fed from her; she wanted him. His sweet, innocent Mihrisa wanted him.

"No nudity, then," The Dralan bitterly stated. "How about touch?"

"The four-limb rule," Callath instantly replied. "I know this rule well; you can touch a Mihrisa on any attached limb, just as she can you, except -" He said and gave the Dralan a look, "Your cock. But that's what these females are for."

The Dralan curled up his fist and roared silently inside his head. He was turning mad with lust. Being told what he could and could not touch on his Mihrisa, even though he knew it already, it drove him crazy. He could touch her thighs and arms, but not her chest or loins. While it was always something, it was nothing compared to what he wanted and it brought him little consolation. He wanted his Mihrisa on his bed, legs wide open, and her hair thrown wildly against his pillows as she climaxed in the orgasms he was giving her. But that would never be.

Without hesitation, the Dralan yanked the female at his cock away from him and stood up. The female gasped in shock and quickly scurried away with hurt on her face as the Dralan fixed his breeches and shirt.

"My lord?" Callath questioned, still getting sucked off by his female. "Dohmenic, are you okay?"

"Enjoy the females," He stated simply before he walked out of the private chamber and into the hall. He shut the door firmly behind him and then marched away.

He couldn't take this. Thinking about his Mihrisa while getting sucked off only made him want her more. All these rules, prohibited things regarding Mihrisas... they were driving him mad. It would be so much easier to just make her a Mihr. A simple Mihr whom he could touch and pleasure, as long as he did not break her hymen or plant his semen in her. How easy it would be...

But then he remembered the fright in her voice as she had told him about where she came from. She had sounded... terrified. Like nothing scared her more than what could happen to her if a male touched her in places she didn't want them; like her status as a Mihrisa meant everything to her.

The Dralan cursed lowly to himself as he paced for his study, set on getting some work done. With all these thoughts circling inside him, it would be hard.

A Mihrisa was so incredibly rare in times like these. The Blithesome Miss had sent one to him in his hour of need and his thanks to her for sending him such a rare and beautiful female, was wanting to rip her robes off and pound into her. He should be ashamed and begging on his knees for forgiveness.

Slamming the door shut to his study, the Dralan sat down in his thick leader chair and rested his head in his hands. He took a couple of deep breaths and now focused.

The Bhrakla Aurora was in a few days and the preparations were well on their way. All he needed to do now was find a mate for his friend's young.

And that was exactly what he decided to put his mind to; he shoved all thoughts of his Mihrisa out of his head for a few hours and focused solely on what was his job; being the Dralan.

Callath

Throughout the years, Callath had seen his friend and leader deal with many troubles - but never one as intense and complex as the one they were dealing with here. The difference with this one was that with the others, the Dralan had kept his head on his shoulders and not in his pants, had always remained unattached and understood that the bond between him and his Mihrs should remain superficial. But now, with this Mihrisa...

He couldn't understand it. His Mihrisa had him spellbound and walking around with a semi-erect cock at almost every hour in the day. He knew his Dralan thought about her more than he should, hence the hard-on. But how come this one was so special? What did she have that rendered the most powerful vampire in the kingdom undone by the simplest look she gave him? Callath just didn't understand.

Then again, he had always been a more simplistic male. Having grown up with the next Dralan as his best friend, he had never found himself not having what he wanted. Females came in the bunches, food was prepared for him, and when needed, there was always someone for him to feed from. He had never experienced the same struggles Dohmenic went through; never experienced thirst to such a limit, never had to resist the urge of drinking from a female while thrusting into her. He couldn't possibly imagine what the Dralan had to go through each evening he came back to eat with his Mihrisa - to sleep next to her and nothing more. The restraint on that male was incredible, he had to give him that.

But it wasn't like Callath didn't know about struggles at all. As the Dralan's personal Kathmir, he had his battles as well; the biggest one being the job the Dralan had entrusted him with.

Finding Mihrs.

Each week, he rode out with a pack of Lathras to villages all around, in hopes he might find a single Mihr to bring home to his Dralan. Instead he came home every time, empty-handed, having failed his king. The same one who took care of him when his parents were murdered, the one who always included him in his inner, most trusted circle. A circle that Callath had vowed to keep legitimate, free of traitors. Should anyone betray their Dralan, he would personally rip their throats out with his own fangs. Nobody went against the Dralan, his friend.

Except for Phlague.

The Dralan called him his nemesis, but in truth, Callath probably felt an even bigger hatred towards him; he was the reason for his job being so difficult, his Mihr hunters were the reason he was out searching for young, scared females. Females who were hiding and didn't even dare come forth if a pack of armed Lathras promised to protect them and lead them to safety.

They were all terrified - they didn't know who they could trust anymore. Upon many of his journeys throughout the villages, he had heard many tales from females retelling exactly how they were attacked. He listened in hopes it might give him an idea of how and when the Mihr hunters attacked, but each story was individual. Each female had been victim to something horrible, and finally, Callath had had enough. This Phlague male... Callath swore he would end him.

But right now, there was nothing he could do. Phlague was a ghost, and besides, Callath had other things to attend to. With the upcoming Bhrakla Aurora in a few days where the Dralan had informed him his Mihrisa would be singing the hymn, there were endless safety protocols to be gone through. He had to make sure the Mihrisa was guarded at all times, never to be left alone, and that nobody unwelcome came too close to her. All it took was one whiff of her pure scent and chaos would be raining down on them. The Mihrisa could get caught in the crossfire and the Dralan would explode. The pure celebration of two innocent youngs getting joined could quickly turn into a bloodbath if not Callath made absolutely sure everything went according to plan.

But... before he begun that, there was one thing he needed to finish first.

"Fuck," He groaned as the females the Dralan had left him with pleased him; one sucking on his cock, the other biting into his nipples and scratching his chest with her sexy small fangs. The other female who sucked on him now dipped down even lower and let his tip reach the back of her throat. A raspy sound left his chest as he felt his balls tingle. "Oh, Sweet fucking Miss!"

He came with cannon force. He shot his loads into the female's mouth and relished in the sound as her throat gulped and swallowed. Without even thinking, he yanked the other female to him, craned her head to the side and sunk his elongated, sharp fangs into her neck. He heard her moan, felt her shiver, but then she settled and let him feed; rubbed her palms against his pecs to satisfy him.

Callath drank in heavy gulps as the second female sucked the last few drops of his semen off his now semi-erect cock. The blood of the first female touched his tongue and created euphoria as it mixed with the sweet aftertaste of his climax. He groaned, just as the female wantonly moaned as he pulled at her vein, drank what she had to offer.

Now, he could get to work.