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Dohmenic

"No."

As soon as the one firmly-spoken, little word left her mouth, he froze up completely. Not a muscle in his body moved, not a breath was taken, not a finger twitched.

The room fell into a deadly lull as the word echoed endlessly into infinity, until even that died out and an even darker silence fell.

No.

The most disobeying word one could ever speak to him was no. Nobody ever disagreed, nobody ever went against him. He was the Dralan. His command was their law and his law was his will.

And in that moment, his Mihrisa went against it.

The Dralan slowly straightened his back as he felt how tremors of something hot coursed through his veins. A veil of red coated his vision, but his body remained still. The trepidation of the energy charged in the room was like thunder rolling quietly over a still sea, waiting to strike until it reached the shore. Any moment now, it would explode by just the tiniest motion.

So this was what it had come to. The Dralan couldn't believe it. His once timorous Mihrisa had decided to find her voice and use it against him. He could hear her heart palpitations breaking the deadly silence, causing him to close his eyes not to snap in that very moment.

He was going to tear her apart.

"No?" His voice was like a rumble of thunder, matching the energy in the room. It was charged by it and got fueled by her nervous heartbeat, feeding off her anxiety. Every flutter of her heart made his body tremor with the need to snap the restrain he was currently chaining himself with. He wanted to break free and pounce her.

"N-no," His Mihrisa repeated, her voice unsteady like cracking ice, but then he heard her suck in a deep breath, one that calmed her nerves and solidified the thinness of her voice. "I will not do as you command."

The Dralan felt his fists clench as he let go of the doorknob and he let out a shivering breath through his nose. Her disobedience was like a cold fist to his stomach, yet it spread inside him everywhere like a heat that had the sole purpose of burning him up.

"Is that so?" He got out, venom dripping off his tongue. "You defy your Dralan's word?"

"Yes," His Mihrisa responded, her voice still holding a slight quiver, but for every word she spoke, it inexplicably grew stronger instead of cracking under the terror in his voice. "I'm done listening to your commands, my lord. Y-you can't control me anymore, Dralan or not."

"Mihrisa--"

"No!" She said that word again, strength now powering through her voice. Her interruption of his sentence made his vision flash bright red for one second, just as his back stiffened. 

In his mind he saw everything he wanted to do to her. He saw himself grabbing her by her throat, pulling her to the bed, where he threw her down on the mattress and then proceeded to fuck some docility back into her body. He saw her wild blonde hair against his pillows and he saw her face flushed with the pleasure and pain he was giving her. His ears could practically hear her pleas of forgiveness and the sound of her screaming his birth name as she came again and again beneath him while he sunk deep into her warm temple, claiming her as his. Even then, she was writhing and begging him for more, for everything he had, his cock, his mouth, his hands, his fangs.

- And once she had received her punishment, she would. Once she didn't have a breath left in her lungs and a muscle capable of lifting her body, he'd give her everything she wanted. And so much more.

His mind swirled back to reality where things weren't as easy as in his imagination. He heard his Mihrisa breathing rapidly behind him, sucking in breath after breath as if she was taking a run-up to something hard.

"For weeks..." She then begun, her voice barely a whisper. "...I've followed your every command. For weeks, I've let you take my vein. I let you touch me and come close to me and I did so blindly and pliantly, but no more," She said, her voice growing stronger by the second. "Not after this. I can't take it any longer. The pain I've felt these past few days has been unlike anything you can possibly imagine and now I can't take it anymore. I won't. I've stayed quiet for too long, but now I'm going to speak my mind a-and you're going to l-let me."

She was trying to cadge his permission to speak, but he knew very well his verbal reply was redundant to her right now. She was going to speak no matter if she got it or not, and therefore, he kept quiet and waited for her to continue.

"I won't speak of the agony you've put me through these last days," She whispered, and a slight quiver to her voice now registered in the Dralan's ear, one that informed him that tears were now interfering with her speech. "But I thought you were a male one could trust. One that protected females, rather than exposed them to cruelty of your land. But now, after this, I see your true colors," She cried, her voice catching volume. "You don't care about us! You just pushed a young, scared female into doing something she was not ready to, and you show no signs of remorse! That represents everything you are doing wrong in your kingdom, the one that's crumbling at your feet!"

She paused and breathed rapidly, as if speaking so much took her breath away. The Dralan continued to stay silent and let her perorate, but he could smell the adrenaline wafting off her body like a thick odor, heavier than the one of fresh sweat. It tingled in his nose and made his hands shiver ever so slightly.

"You don't get it, do you?" His Mihrisa now continued once she had caught her breath and found a new leg of courage to stand on. "You don't get what it's like to be a female in this world. To know that no matter what you do, at the end of the day, you'll still never be as good as the male standing in front of you - that every defying act you do gets you punished, so that at last, you're scared to step even one toe out of line because you're afraid of what will happen to you!"

The Dralan clenched his jaw so tightly, it felt like he was going to crush his teeth. Her lambasting of him and his kingdom was reaching his breaking point. He could feel the tremors running through his body like beats of a pulse, only with the strength of a punch. It was making his head pound, making his vision fog with the need to turn around and grab her. But he kept his muscles locked with restraint.

"Why do you think that it is, that all the Mihrs and Mihrisas are getting harder and harder to find?" His Mihrisa pushed on and made his fists clench. "It's because we don't even trust your Lathras anymore. That's how scared we are! We face getting raped on every corner we turn, not just on the street, but in our very own home! And the one male whom we should all be able to trust, is now, as I finally see, a feckless male who can't even look at me as I speak to him!" She surprised him, and probably herself, by shouting the last part into the room, so that her feminine voice ricocheted off the walls and into the high ceiling. Once the shock settled, he heard her pull out a shaking breath, just as a snivel left her nose.

He could tell she was almost through. The adrenaline in her body was fading, as was her resolve. With each tear that fell from her eye, she crumbled until she was barely hanging on anymore.

"I thought you were different," She said, her voice finally cracking. "But one disobedient word from my lips and I'm garbage to you." She spoke through a sob, but didn't let it hinder her. "Well now I've spoken a thousand, so I must no longer exist in your world. You can ignore me, you can choose not to listen to me, but that is your problem as to why you are failing as the a Dralan, causing your kingdom to fail as well; You don't listen.

"We females know that we will never be equal to you. We are not as strong as you and we've learned to accept that," She said and then the unexpected happened; her voiced intensified again and grew strong with a passion the Dralan had never heard come from any female before in the entire time he had lived and breathed. It solidified into a stone-like state that allowed her following words to be spoken with unimaginable power and authority.

"But if you think for one second that not being strong is equal to being weak, then you are mistaken," She hissed out, fury embedded into each word. "We will not surrender to this torment you force upon us! As long as there are males, there will be females too, and we will not be overheard when we ask for help! You are the Dralan, our leader, so hear me now when I speak, because I'm not just speaking for myself anymore, I'm speaking for every scared, terrified female in your kingdom!" She shouted and the Dralan now swore he heard her growl; "If you truly want to save us and your legacy, you have to start listening to us. Starting. With. Me."

As her final word left her mouth, it was as if the temperature of the room dropped about twenty degrees. A silence, not unlike the first, stretched into infinity as his Mihrisa gathered herself and let her hard pants and rapidly beating heart be the only thing that broke it. Everything was quiet as the storm between them settled and withdrew to its shadows again where it could be safe from what came next.

The Dralan stood as still as before, but this time, it wasn't just deadly. Something far worse than mere thunder hung in a thick cloud around him and now as the silence fell, it extended. The darkness and the energy that had been trapped inside his body now excreted from him and made every furniture in the room vibrate. His body was seconds away from exploding in something fatal, and the only thing that kept him rooted was his mind.

"Are you done?"

He uttered the words with a lethal and deep voice. They scraped against his teeth and came out cold and jagged.

His Mihrisa let out a puff of air, as if she couldn't believe that was all he was going to say. He heard her suck in a breath and then grit her teeth. "That's it? You still won't even look at me after everything I just said?! I can't believe I--"

In the flash of a lightning, he was standing in front of her, pouncing her up against the wall. She let out a scream as he trapped her in his grip, but that was all she got to do; The next second, he grabbed her chin and yanked it up, before doing what he should've done the moment she first fed him her vein, back in his palace.

He leaned down and mashed his lips against hers, hearing her let out a shrill squeak before the sound got muffled and swallowed by his mouth as he claimed her at last.

The second their lips touched, her flavor roared through him. He was blinded by her and her soft lips, and lost all his inhibitions in that moment. Nothing but her and her lips existed, there were no responsibilities, no laws that applied. He was not the Dralan anymore, and she wasn't his Mihrisa. He was a male who finally had the female he wanted in his arms, a female that, against all odds, let out a moan and gripped onto his tunic as her lips responded passionately to his.

The whole room exploded in that second; the future shook as a blast coming from the Dralan's body extended throughout the room and even had the chandelier in the ceiling shaking. With a fervid groan, he squished his Mihrisa tightly in his grip and pressed his lips harder against hers, until he heard her whimper beneath him from the sheer force he was using. Yet he didn't care. He claimed her lips and bruised them until they were not just swollen beneath his, but bright red. And still, it wasn't enough.

He could feel his Mihrisa's body trembling beneath his - flourishing and responding to the thick musk he was excreting, like a moth to a flame. Much like him, she had snapped, too. Her own musk mixed with his and mated in the air, just as their bodies seemed to beat to the same rhythm now. Her fingernails were digging into his pecs as his lips dominated hers, took what they wanted and left not a part of her mouth unkissed. She was his forever now, and if the kiss didn't tell her that, his body did. His scent crept into her body and marked her like a dog would a tree, letting any male know who passed her by, that she was spoken for, taken. His.

Groaning earnestly, the Dralan swept his lips over his Mihrisa's, unable to stop. He cupped the back of her head and kissed the corners of her mouth, caught her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked on it, until it turned pink and swelled up to twice its normal size. His Mihrisa was trembling and clinging onto him as if she was gong to pass out, but even still, her lips were as wild and uninhibited as his, assaulting him right back, meeting every harsh push.

They were soft and so full, exactly like he had imagined, only nothing his puny imagination could conjure could live up to the real thing. They tried to keep up with his unrelenting attacks, but were losing strength as her breath ran out. Still, she struggled to the very last, until they finally parted in a desperate gasp for air.

He drew away only one second to allow her the vital element she needed to survive, but then he was back and with new fervor. As she panted to catch her breath, the Dralan plunged his tongue into her mouth and then sensed as her body melted in his hands, letting go of a loud moan as she did.

As his tongue explored her sweet, warm mouth for the first time, multiple things happened at the same time; His Mihrisa's body excreted the strongest scent of lust he had ever smelled coming from her, and it tickled up into his nostrils and hardened his already throbbing cock in his pants. It was so sharp and so vibrant, he could taste it on his tongue as he conquered her mouth, let it meet hers and dance with it.

He was losing is mind. He could feel his whole body tremor with what coursed within her, what she infected him with. Her lust was driving him mad and was snapping his last string of self-control, and so before that could happen, he tore away from her lips.

Before she could speak a single word, he grabbed her by her throat and pressed her tightly up against the wall again. He heard her let out a shocked pant, before sucking in a trembling breath, one that left her lips again the very next second.

"You say I don't see you," He growled out, his voice hoarse and his breath as agitated as hers. "Well you've been wrong. I've seen every single little thing you've done, and this is what you've done to me."

With a harsh movement, he pressed his hips directly against hers and then with grunt heard how she squeaked and felt his erection press exactly against her burning core, stabbing her through the fabric of her dress. Her eyes snapped shut and her lips parted, and she let out that small puff of air that he so adored coming from her lips. She was never leaving his arms again.

"Feel that," He murmured lowly in her ear and then with slow strokes, began rubbing his length against her, feeling how she trembled and let out a small whimper. Her skin burned against his. "That's what you've done to me. You say I couldn't imagine the pain you've gone through these past days, but I can. Everything you felt, I've felt, and I've suffered like you had. I haven't been keeping away from you because I can't stand you. I've been keeping away from you because I couldn't stand being so close to you without touching you."

He heard his Mihrisa suck in a surprised breath, but then immediately gulped loudly as he grabbed her chin and craned her head sideways and leaned down to her throat.

He took a deep breath and purred. Sweet Miss, he had missed that blood. Just smelling it pump through her veins had his mouth watering and had his fangs extending automatically. He so longed to taste her, to feel her run through his body again.

"That young female..." He whispered now, letting his lips feather lightly across her skin, almost as if caressing her vein. "Seralia. I didn't invent the Bhrakla Aurora, it's only my job to upkeep it. According to customs, she must lie with her mate immediately after her first bleed. It doesn't offend me if she doesn't, it offends The Blithesome Miss." When his Mihrisa's breath slowed, he knew she was listening.

"A Bhrakla Aurora is a tribute to our Miss in the sky," He continued to explain. "In the Old Language Bhrakla means uniting and Aurora roughly translates as the virtuous. Nothing is more virtuous than a child, that is why the ceremony is performed only on infants. As they grow up together, it's their job to honor that bonding ritual that has been blessed by The Blithesome Miss. Once she feels the male and female are ready, she lets them know through the female's bleed. Even if the female doesn't know it herself, The Blithesome Miss in the sky knows with her allseeing eye that the couple is ready to consummate their bond. I can't, as the Dralan, do anything to change that, only uphold what I know is The Blithesome Miss' will. I put my faith in her, as Seralia must, too."

His Mihrisa released a long breath, but he could tell she was still troubled. He understood. It wasn't her place to understand these matters, just as it wasn't his place to change them. The purpose of the Bhrakla Aurora was to ensure two strong-blooded vampires to mate and create strong offspring, but the laws of the Bhrakla Aurora were as old as time and had been set by a force stronger than himself; The Blithesome Miss. Only rare exceptions allowed a Bhrakla Aurora to be annulled, but they had to be extreme. All he could do was make sure they kept working as best as possibly.

"I..." His Mihrisa breathed out, struggling to grasp for words as he kept nuzzling her neck with his lips, pressing soft kisses to her vein. The sweet taste of her skin almost made him feel inebriated. "I-I don't know... what to f-feel..."

"Feel this," He said and took her hand, only to bring it down to the bulge of his cock, shaping her hand around the shape of him. She let out a squeak of shock. "That's the power you have over me. The most powerful male in the world responds only to you, Leyla."

Her heard her gasp and he knew why. Since the first time they met, he hadn't used her birth name. It was only customary to call a female by her gender or her status(a bahk, a Kischmir, a mihr, a Mihrisa), unless you were a friend, or in this case, someone who had made a claim on her. The Dralan using her name was like declaring her as his. And damn it all, she was.

"What a-about..." Leyla stuttered, gulping hard as he squeezed her hand tighter around his straining length. "Oh, Sweet M-Miss..."

"The Lady Kahtrina was a responsibility I had to upkeep as well," The Dralan finished, guessing what his flustered female was trying to say. "I never wanted anything to do with her, just as I suspect she wanted little of me, too. The only one I've hardened for like this is you, Leyla. And that puts me in a hell of a situation."

She gulped nervously once more when he forced her hand to let go of him again, only to slam it up against the wall, trapping her anew. She let out a startled squark. "W-why?"

"You should know why," He growled and thrust his hips against hers again, the same time he made a hiss as the impact of their heats meeting made him jut painfully in his breeches. "You should know what I want to do to you by now, Leyla. Every second spent in your presence, I'm keeping myself from doing what every fiber of my body wants. And that's you. In every way I can have you."

She exhaled a shaky breath. Squirming a little from his words, she accidentally ground her hips against his and caused a friction that had him groaning hard.

"Damn it, Leyla," He hissed in her ear and now clutched her throat, rubbing his thumb over her vein. "I want to throw you down on my bed and have my way with you. I want to be buried within you and I want to hear you scream as I do it. I want to taste you," He whispered and leaned down to her throat again. When he let his tongue slide over her vein, she shuddered. "I want to taste every taste you have. Everywhere. I won't stop until I know them all and until each of them are marked with my scent. Until you're all mine."

"M-my l-lord," She panted breathlessly. She was shivering in his hold, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she sucked in air and blew it back out again. It made him growl in the back of his throat as her desire for him wafted up into his nose.

"But I can't," He said, exhaling a heavy breath that fell onto her shoulder and dotted goosebumps across her skin. "You can never be mine, just as I can never be yours. This kingdom needs a Dralaq and your blood is inadequate. That is why I've been keeping away from you, been pushing you away."

"I..." She begun, but her words died on her tongue as the Dralan softly bit into her shoulder, not breaking the surface of her skin, merely teasing her nerves with the sharp twinge of pain from his extended fangs. "Ah!"

"But I also can't stay away from you anymore, Leyla," He now gutturally growled against her neck. "You are no longer a Mihrisa, but a Mihr now. And I intend to take full advantage of that."

She sucked in a sharp breath and froze up, as if the realization of what their kiss had costed her, only just showed itself now. "My lord—"

"Dohmenic," He whispered in her ear and kissed the shell. "Call me that."

She swallowed nervously for the fiftieth time, the sound hypnotic in his ears when he was pressed so close against her. She tried to breathe normally, but her lungs seemed to have forgotten how. Her words where breathy and almost soundless as she spoke. "Dohmenic..."

The Dralan purred satisfied and swelled with territorial pride from hearing his female speak his name so beautifully, so sensually. He praised her by rubbing himself against her again, which instantly flushed her cheeks red. "Again," He demanded. "Say it again, and louder this time."

"Dohmenic," She wheezed out as his hips kept pushing against hers, his erection stroking her core over and over again, through the fabric of their clothes. "Dohmenic."

He was seconds away from exploding when her tongue shaped his name and her teeth let it pass her lips. Her submissive nature was driving him beyond crazy, this was the female he had missed. He knew now she had an edge, and for some reason it made him want her more. If it was to fuck docility into her or hear just how much more she had to say, he didn't know and he didn't care. He just knew, he wanted her. Only her.

"You're my Mihr now," He whispered in her ear, letting his lips trace a feathery pattern around her shell. "Let me please you with all that I have, Leyla. Let me drink from you while you scream my name. Let me touch you, dahna."

She let out something half-choked. She was so far gone now, he could tell, that she was hardly paying attention to him. Her eyes were shut and her lips were slightly parted, breaths coming in and out as only small puffs. The faraway look on her face told him, she was completely at his mercy right now.

And what she didn't know was that he was at hers. But he'd never tell her that.

Without wasting another moment, he picked Leyla up into his arms with dominance, hearing her squeak in shock as he carried her to his bed at last, finally putting her there to do what he had dreamed of doing for so long.

- And he swore he wasn't leaving until they were both fully sated.

***

I'm so sorry updating took me so long. Something horrible and unexpected happened, for those of you who don't know, a friend of me and my sister's died. She was 22 and it was a huge shock. She took some sleeping pills (the right amount, it wasn't suicide) that turned out to be a brand she was allergic to. She died in her sleep and we all were just shocked. Her boyfriend came home and found her there, panicked and started doing CPR even though she had been dead for hours.

We all took the news pretty badly, and that's why I haven't been able to write. It's not that I haven't wanted to, but I just couldn't. This chapter was obviously a big deal and I wanted it to be perfect. I'm not sure I'm satisfied with it yet, but this was all I could muster.

Now we're waiting for the police to release her body so we can give her a proper burial, and then maybe perhaps find some closure.

Rest In Peace, Trisse. Love you. 💗

22-11-16
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