Leyla

As Leyla hit the pillows of the Dralan's bed, a whirlwind of thoughts exploded in her head. Thoughts that had been drugged in the presence of his being and by the touch of his dominant lips against her own frail.

The Dralan had kissed her. Was kissing her. Leyla was in shock, yet dwelled somewhere completely different in her mind, a place between lust, need and what was right and wrong. A part of her wanted to neglect the right thing to do, just so that the wrong would for once touch her body and she could experience how it felt.

- She didn't want to miss out on that.

Every fiber in her body was on fire when the Dralan climbed on top of her and his lips found the column of her neck. She felt them latch onto that poor vein of hers that throbbed so needy for his bite, his assaults. But all he did was kiss it - suck the skin that protected it. Instead of feeding on her blood, he fed on her scent and flavor, a thing that - if going by the low, hungry rumble she heard coming from his chest - was just as satisfying to him as her blood.

Leyla gripped onto the silk sheets and involuntarily arched her neck up to him, releasing a small moan as she did. It felt so good. The Dralan purred at her submissive gesture and rewarded her with a shudder-worthy lick of his evil tongue. It teased her and had her body betraying her mind as it called out to him in earnest.

Leyla was grasping for her breath, grasping for her body to cooperate with her brain, but it didn't. The Dralan's sweet, hungry and dominant assaults on her was making her lose all control of herself, her inner submissive coming out. It wasn't her fault. It was in the female nature; their bodies were created to respond to the males, to sate their needs, just as the males were to theirs.

But in her head, Leyla needed more than just that. She had always thought she would only go this far with a male whom had mated her heart, just as she had his. But here she was, her body telling her mind to betray her and to take what she wanted and not feel guilty about it. After all, who had she been pining for all these weeks?

The Dralan was kissing his way down her throat, never going faster than what Leyla could keep up with. Her body was writhing beneath his large one, the one which rubbed sensually against hers, as if he was kneading her into a soft dough. If that was the case, his mission was accomplished; Leyla was practically putty beneath him, clinging onto the bedsheets while she felt the traces of his lips traveling down to her protruding collarbones.

As he purred softly against her, Leyla let out a tiny moan, one which she tried to strangle. It made it past her lips though, and the Dralan rejoiced with a possessive growl. He pressed himself further against her, letting Leyla feel what she was doing to him.

She squeezed her eyes shut and let out another strangled sound as she felt his hard member jut against her thigh. She shivered and tried to suck in a breath - a breath the Dralan stole from her when his lips found her cleavage. They suckled on the canyon between her heaving breasts, the ones that she never knew could feel so heavy and needy.

This was wrong, her sanity fought. Just because he had taken her status as a Mihr (a loss which pain seemed to decrease for every second his lips was against her), it didn't mean they should explore the perks that came with her new title right this second. So many things were still in chaos - their situation was still the most complicated, and Leyla knew that them taking things further would only make it worse. The bond between them she thought he had been cutting, was in fact very much intact, and now growing impossibly stronger with each prowling kiss the Dralan placed on her body. Leyla had to stop it before the bond became unbreakable.

With all her might, she summoned her voice. She even prayed for The Blithesome Miss to grant her more strength so she could speak again. And inexplicably, She did.

"W-wait..." Leyla hoarsely whispered, barely audible as the Dralan hovered his lips above her sternum, waiting to press another kiss to her rapidly beating heart.

"What is it, dahna? What do you need?"

Sweet Miss, Leyla desperately thought and clenched her fists. She needed air. "I... s-should we be doing this, m-my lord?"

"Dohmenic," He corrected her firmly in a growl. "And yes, dahna. We should."

"D-Dohmenic," Leyla quickly fixed and swallowed heavily. "But what about the Lady Kahtrina? And lord Amasgohn? We... you still need a Dralaq, my l-- Dohmenic. A-and like you said yourself, I can't be her," Leyla whispered and squeezed her eyes shut when the pain of that statement stabbed her chest like a knife. "I cannot be your female, so please don't make me your whore."

The Dralan - Dohmenic - now raised his head and glared up at her, his upper lip curled back as if her words had repulsed him. He instantly moved up and hovered above her face again, leaning down until those crystal blue eyes of his reflected their electric shine inside her own pupils. "If I ever hear you call yourself a whore again, I will make sure you'll never see the outside of my chambers again. Do I make myself clear?"

Leyla let out a timid breath and gulped loudly. "But then what am I, Dohmenic? I'm your Mihr, your feeder, but nothing else. My blood w-will only keep you alive, it will never..." Never be mixed with yours.

As if reading the finishing words to her sentence from her mind, anger flashed in the Dralan's eyes. He created distance between them, but kept her locked down as a mean to assert his dominance; Withdrawn, but still present. He glowered down at her, grinding his teeth. Then finally, after a moment, he spoke.

"There are five-hundred and six different things I want to do to you right now, Leyla," He growled at her, watching her features flicker in shock by that statement. "Most of which involves me taking you in every way possible on this bed," He whispered and leaned down to her again now. "The rest are all the ways I want to punish you for daring to speak to me like that." When Leyla gulped, he pressed a velvet kiss to the corner of her mouth, but then shifted to look her directly in the eyes. "But out of all those things, there is the one I want the most. The one that'll never happen," He told and now brushed his thumb across her soft cheekbone. "And that's having you sit astride me on my throne as the Dralaq of my kingdom, our nation's future mother."

Leyla let out a loud gasp as her lips fell open. She stared wide-eyed up at the Dralan when he continued to caress her features, looking at them as they were intricate art.

"From the moment I met you, I knew I wanted you, Leyla," He told, his eyes currently focused on her lips that sucked in feeble breath after feeble breath. "I wanted to drink from you, I wanted to eat from your hand. I wanted your taste on my lips every night before I went to bed and every morning before I left for battle." His eyes flicked up to hers now and she saw how his pupils expanded with something dark. "I want to watch you grow round with my semen and want to watch you birth our firstborn. I want it all from you Leyla, and nothing less."

Leyla now officially couldn't breathe. Her airways had closed up and all she could do was stare up at the Dralan as his eyes took in every micro expression on her face and then memorized them to his heart's content.

"But..." He then gutturally said, "We both know that's not a possibility. The only thing I can get from you," He whispered and now let his lips descend on her neck again, peppering small kisses to it, "is this. The only thing I can give you, is this. I feel the way you respond to me," He urged his hips forward and made Leyla gasp at the warm contact between their hot sexes, "so don't tell me you don't want what I'm offering you, Leyla. Just say yes."

Leyla's nails were digging into the sheets of the bed in a desperate attempt to remain in control of herself, but she was failing. Her body was throbbing against his, the spot between her legs flourishing at the feel of his hardness rubbing against her. She couldn't take anymore torture. If she said no now, she would have to live with the torture of not having taken what this powerful male offered her; it wasn't love, but it was all he had. All he could give.

And if that was it, she wanted it.

"Yes," She therefore breathily whispered.

Dohmenic let out a growl of satisfaction. Before Leyla could really understand what was happening, she felt how he shifted his weight unto his right arm and then with his left, reached for thigh and grasped it. Leyla let out a shocked gasp as his hand seared up her lush flesh, scrunching her dress in the process, the same time his lips sucked harshly onto her neck and left a vivid red mark. Leyla cried out.

Her body was lit on fire as she felt the Dralan's hand shift under her skirts for the first time, gracing the inner side of her thigh, his touch scalding her skin. It tickled and had Leyla letting out a soft mewl as his hand traveled up, closing in on her burning heat. Everything was burning.

"Dohmenic," She pleaded but she had no idea what she was begging for. His lips nibbled at her throbbing vein in her neck, but never punctuated it. It was all a tease; His extended fangs prickling her, but never pricking her. His fingers touching her, but never touching her. Leyla was going insane. She lost all control and released the sheets and instead grasped on to the Dralan's bulging biceps and dug her feminine nails into them.

He let out a deep rumble from his chest that vibrated against her neck as it erupted through his merciless lips. The thick, possessive musk that reeled off his body exploded for a micro-second and rubbed itself all over Leyla's skin; he was marking her as his.

"Dahna," He now whispered in her ear, just as she felt his fingers finally stopping at the very point of her core.

And then he touched her.

Leyla almost arched off the bed as she felt his finger press down on the wet spot between her thighs, sensually rubbing it in circles until she couldn't breathe. Leyla cried out a moan and bore her fingers into the Dralan's arms, panting as she tried to suck in air. Sweet Miss, she felt like she was going to burn up.

"Dohmenic!" She shouted and threw her head back into his pillows, her hair splashed against them and her cheeks flushed from the heat. "Oh Sweet Miss!"

She felt his fingers part the folds of her warm sex, rubbing her up and around while his lips did the same against the vein in her neck that felt like exploding from its pace. It was as if he was coercing her body into a build-up, every fiber of her being slaved into only his commands. For once, Leyla felt no need to rebel.

She thought she had reached her ultimate when the Dralan then showed that she hadn't, when he in that moment circled her wet core and then dipped a single finger inside her. Leyla let out a small scream.

"Relax against me," She faintly heard the Dralan utter from what felt like miles away. "Do as I say, dahna."

Leyla was almost too far gone to comprehend what he was asking her to do, but like everything else, her body seemed to understand him and followed his command. Her body grew limp beneath his as wanted and all but melted to his touch.

"Such a good female," He purred against her neck. She felt his finger now move deeper inside her, only to withdraw and repeat the action. "That's it... Sweet Miss, Leyla."

Leyla was trying her best to relax but her legs were shaking and her body kept arching up against his rock-like body. She was clinging onto his arms and shoulders, moaning and whimpering against him. She could feel his finger inside her moving, stroking parts of her she never knew could make her feel like this. She found her body jerking with each small pump his fingers made, following his movements. All the while she panted to control her breath.

Like before, she thought she had reached her limit, but then he showed her otherwise by adding a second finger. Leyla let out a squeak as she felt her gentle core stretch to fit his calloused fingers, that now like two good friends worked together in making her drip with sweet nectar. She whimpered when she felt him push them deeper inside her, until they met a barrier.

The Dralan grunted and then a flash of heat burst from his chest. Leyla swallowed a lump as his teeth bit into her skin on reflex, but only just enough to cause a twinge of pain.

"I can feel you," Dohmenic growled against her throat as his fingers thrust in and out of her, hitting that small barrier each time with the tips of his digits. "Your hymen, waiting for me. Some day it'll be mine, dahna. You belong to me."

There was a rushing in Leyla's ears that almost made it impossible for her to hear what he was saying. Her core was tightening around his fingers and her abdomen felt like a knot. The air wasn't coming into her lungs anymore, only shallowly entered her nose, but then blew out of her mouth. "D-Dohmenic!!"

"Release, dahna," He huskily whispered against her neck, his fangs scraping against her skin. "Make your Dralan proud."

He pushed his fingers deep inside her, and just like that, Leyla felt it happen; Her pelvis shattered and the knot in her stomach released. In a loud scream, she felt herself contract around his digits and then explode.

Leyla screamed into the high ceilings as she got consumed by something otherworldly. It wasn't like The Blithesome Miss's sanctuary between heaven and earth, it was something else entirely, yet just as incredible. Her vision turned white in pleasure and her body shook in spasms, convulsing against the male on top of her, who growled possessively and then did the one thing she had been waiting for this whole time;

She felt as Dohmenic sunk his fangs deep into her neck with a feral male growl, and then sucked in the blood that raced through her system, hopped up on pheromones. The feel of his strong, possessed sucks on her vein did the last trick for Leyla and had her climax exploding tenfold. She screamed until her voice gave up and all she could do was scrape her nails down his back, clawing his shirt into pieces. She ripped through the fabric and scraped down his skin, drawing blood herself. The Dralan growled loudly against her vein and yanked on it harder.

And then Leyla couldn't handle anymore.

She passed out for almost a whole minute, a minute her body used to collect itself, to piece itself together somehow. When she came to and peeled her wet eyelids apart, she found the Dralan right on top of her, not having moved one inch. He had detached himself from her vein though, and was licking up her puncture wound, catching every last drop on her ivory skin.

Leyla was panting hard. She didn't realize she had been crying until she felt how her ears felt wet with tears that had fallen from the corners of her eyes. She also didn't realize that the Dralan had yet to remove his fingers from her heat that now felt sore, yet numb. How was she ever going to recover from this?

Leyla was ready to pass out again when the Dralan suddenly moved back and withdrew his fingers from her. Leyla's eyes expanded as she now saw how his lips were a delicious red-tinted color from her blood and his eyes were an electric blue, shining at her as he gazed down at her. Yet the despite their intensity, they held something dark within them. Something that only grew darker as he brought his fingers that were covered in her silky nectar to his nose and took a deep inhale. His lids closed in bliss.

Leyla's mouth fell open, just as her cheeks reddened up to the same shade as his lips. She saw him part said lips and then watched as Dohmenic put his glistening fingers in his mouth and fed on her sweet nectar. A low, primal sound elicited deep inside his chest and filled the room and Leyla's ears as she watched him suck every drop of her arousal off his fingers until they were clean. Ready for more.

Leyla gulped loudly. The sound caused him to flip his eyes open and pin themselves on her - a hundred times darker than they were before. Leyla sucked in a gasp as he now slowly placed a hand on either side of her head and leaned down towards her again, stopping just inches above lips.

"Mine."

Callath

The next morning as Callath woke up, he felt well-rested and revived. All the fatigue from yesterday had been replenished with energy and strength.

- And it was all thanks to one female.

As Callath left his chambers that early morning and ventured dutifully down the empty halls, towards his Dralan's chamber to meet up with him, his mind swirled around one single thing.

Bhria.

He had been inches away from her lips. Inches. When she told him to let her go, he had had to yank himself back with invisible restrains to not do as the dominant side inside him demanded; take her back to his bed. Yes, he was fatigued and yes he hadn't been at the top of his game, but there had been nothing he wanted more than to lie on top of Bhria and hear her moan that way again; Hear her breathe his name in a whisper one more time.

But she was scared. Not of him, he had assessed in the aftermath, but of the situation. Because of her past, he knew this was hard for her. He knew that each time he got close to her, there was a chance that what he did would remind her of they did. Anger lit up inside him every time he thought of that and vengeance filled his mouth with a horrid taste.

He'd slaughter the males who had touched this precious, innocent female. If he ever came across them, he'd know. He'd recognize them by the scent they left on Bhria, the same one that had been etched into his own nostrils the first time he sniffed her. Now that they were there, he would do anything in his power to get them off Bhria. He'd replace it with his own scent. Over and over again until all there was on her was him. His scent. His mark. His claim.

But she needed time first. She needed space, and he would give her that, but he would be persistent. He wouldn't give up on her. And damn him, he wouldn't feel remorse about it.

His mind and body was going crazy with lust for her, and yesterday, he had felt the same vibes coming from her, directed at him. He had tasted it in her blood. Sweet Miss, her blood...

An involuntary rumble sounded from Callath's chest as he thought of the female's blood - recalled the taste of it on his tastebuds. It still lingered there. Tickled and teased him. It was so sweet and savory, yet somehow still strong and full of life. In his mind, it was the perfect description of Bhria herself; she was sweet and shy on the surface, but just needed a little push to let all those pent-up emotions inside her run free.

And when they did, Callath would be there to catch them and cater to them. Over and over again. As many times as she could handle. Hard, soft, fast, slow; He'd be there.

Shaking his head to try and clear his mind again, Callath determinedly fixated his eyes on the door that was coming up in front of him. The door to the Dralan's chamber. There were no guards in front of the door, which led Callath to believe he had them ordered away.

"Wonder why." He lowly and sarcastically commented to himself and chose to lean himself up against the wall to wait patiently. It was, after all, still early morning. If something had happened between them last night, they would still be sleeping soundly.

Callath sighed heavily and closed his eyes. If Dohmenic had taken things beyond the boundaries, it would be Callath's headache today. Just thinking about the consequences of the choice his Dralan could've made, made him pinch the bridge of his nose in exhaustion.

If the Dralan had claimed her virginity... well, then saving her life - except for actually saving her life - had been pointless of Callath to do yesterday. Of course he cared for the life of a any Bahk, but his first priority was the Dralan; Without that Mihrisa, he wouldn't survive. Of course there was the Lady Kahtrina, but Callath knew very well that Dohmenic didn't care much for her. He had expressed that very vividly to him.

Callath knew that his friend was no fool, though. If he had chosen to take his Mihrisa to his bed, he had done so because he had bonded with her - the absolute worst thing a Dralan could do with a female of poor blood status. It meant that he had fallen for a female who couldn't take the throne with him, which in the ultimate end, meant that he would have to end it with her.

- And a male who couldn't be with the female he wanted usually made for a very unhappy male. Now add in a throne and a crown and a linage of purebred, pureblooded vampire temperament. That was a recipe for disaster.

Callath groaned quietly. He wanted his friend to be happy, but for the sake of the kingdom, he prayed that Dohmenic hadn't done anything rash. He hoped he had kept the good will of his kingdom in his mind as he usually did and resisted the temptation - but there was no saying where his priorities lied when he was infatuated with a female.

After almost twenty minutes of waiting in the hall, watching the sun rise from one of the windows, he finally heard movements behind the door. Callath immediately stood up and bowed his head when the door was opened and then carefully closed.

The instant it opened, though, Callath smelled it.

The sweet, but heady musk of the female's arousal hung around his friend and lingered on his skin. It didn't take Callath longer than a second to know that the Dralan had done something last night - but not done everything. The scent, if he had taken the female' virginity, would've been almost unbearably strong if that was the case, and the Dralan would never have left the chamber if he had just claimed her. It wasn't unusual for a couple to stay within the square of their bed for three whole days upon mating for the first time, if the bond was mutual. If the Dralan was standing here, it meant he had not claimed the female yet, but simply, and most definitely degraded her status.

Callath had to press his lips tightly together not to smile, and instead offered his Dralan a bow as a good morning. It was met with an irritated growl.

"Don't even say a word, Callath."

"Wasn't going to," Callath now smirked as he instantly followed the Dralan when he begun walking in a strong pace down the corridor, heading for the stairs.

"I must speak to lord Amasgohn," He told, his voice firm and authoritative. "And the Lady Kahtrina. I've decided to decline her."

"What?" Callath blurted before he could stop himself. But for once, manners would have to be set aside. "Dohmenic, that's foolish! If you decline the Lady Kahtrina, it could be years until we find another--"

"Are you questioning my decision?" He cut him off and stopped up to glare at Callath. "Tell me you are not that foolish."

Callath clenched his jaw, but held his tongue. He didn't speak, but this was bad. If there was no bargain with the Lady Kahtrina, the kingdom could have to wait years until it finally got a Dralaq. The people would suffer from his choice and fall to its knees before Phlague.

"I'm not," Callath therefore finally said. "All I'm worried about, sire, is if you've thought this all the way through. The Lady Kahtrina--"

"Does not suit my throne," The Dralan snarled hostilely at him, curling his upper lip. "Nor does she suit me. I will not have a female that does not suit the kingdom sit astride me on my throne, nor to carry my youngs. I've made up my mind."

Callath sighed. Yeah, he had made up his mind alright; he had decided that the only female he wanted was the female he left behind in his chambers. Callath knew there was nothing he could do to try and reason with his friend, because...

Well, if he had been in the Dralan's place, he wouldn't have wanted anyone except Bhria at his side.

"Very well," Callath therefore said and bowed his head to show his loyalty. "Then lets go talk with Lord Amasgohn and the Lady Kahtrina."

The Dralan gave him a firm nod, then turned and continued his determined stride towards the stairs. Callath trailed behind him, silently praying in his head for the future of the kingdom. What Dohmenic was about to do was the worst they could possibly do in a time like this.

A time where males like Phlague roamed the lands.

They ventured down the stairs to the grand foyer and made it to the dining room where Callath had expected the Kischmirs and Kathmirs to be running around and serving breakfast for the household. But instead what met them was a crying Lady Derina with devastated-looking Lord Amasgohn sitting by her side, trying to soothe her. But his whole soul was gone. His eyes were lifeless and void.

The Dralan and Callath both instantly stopped up and observed the somber scene. Dohmenic stepped forth with a grave serious expression on his face and with brows furrowed deeply in concern. "What has happened?" He demanded to know.

As if only just realizing they had entered the dining room, Lord Amasgohn lifted his gaze from staring into thin air to look at the Dralan, the same soulless, broken look in his eyes. His mate continued to sob by his side, her cries uncontrollable. Then the male spoke in a hollow voice.

"The Mihr hunters broke through the fort last night; My daughter, the Lady Kahtrina, has been kidnapped."