Melora kept the curtains closed as they traveled to the inn. Drystan wanted her to keep the curtains closed so no one could see inside the carriage. They were moving faster than they were earlier in the day. Drystan wanted to get to the inn as quickly as they could.

The carriage stopped, and Melora resisted the urge to open the door herself or peak through one of the curtains. Drystan had made her promise not to move until he told her to. Until he opened the door and held out his hand. She strained her ears, trying to hear any voices outside, but couldn't hear anyone. Not even Drystan.

Suddenly, the right door was opened and she heard Drystan call out her name. She moved to the door and grabbed onto his outstretched hand. It was dark outside now and cold. It was so cold that she felt it inside of her bones. Drystan wrapped an oversized fur jacket around her shoulders as he led her into the inn.

There wasn't a single light on outside to help illuminate the crosswalk leading up to the inn. Her grip on Drystan's hand tightened. She didn't like not knowing where she was going. She didn't like not being able to see.

"I've got you, little one," Drystan's voice filled her ears. "I know the man who owns this inn. He, or any of his employees, will not bother you while you are here." He continued to lead her through the door of the inn.

Melora brought her hand up to shield her eyes from the sudden light. Once she thought that her eyes were adjusted, she brought her hand down and looked around her. The inn was small. Everything was made out of wood. A small bar sat on the right side of the inn and several wooden, round tables with small stools sat in front of them.

"Where is everyone?" she asked him. There wasn't even a bartender. No one greeted them.

"I made everyone leave until I could get you to your room," he explained. He started to the stairs.

Melora looked up at him. "Is everyone here just like-" she trailed off.

Drystan looked down at her and smiled, showing off his fangs. "Yes, Melora. Everyone that is staying here is what I am."

"I'll be safe?" She knew her voice sounded timid, but she couldn't help herself. Drystan was safe. She felt completely safe around him, but any other vampire she wasn't too sure.

Drystan stopped at the bottom of the stairs and pulled her closer to him. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pinning her against him. "You are always safe with me. Understood? I will fight any being or monster that dares to harm you." He reached down and slung her legs over his arm, cradling her. He started to walk up the stairs. "Do you understand, Princess?"

Melora wrapped her arms around his neck. "Yes, I do."

Drystan didn't look at her as he gave a sharp nod. He stopped outside of a door and he used his elbow to open the door.

"You're going to stay in here with me, right?" Melora asked him as she looked around the room. The room was comfy. A low, large bed covered in fur blankets sat in front of them. Two dressers sat on either side. Lit oil lamps filled the room with a soft light. On the left wall, a large window showed the dark with two chairs facing it.

Drystan shut the door with his foot and placed her on the bed. He walked over to the window and closed the curtains on either side of it. "Yes, Melora." He turned back to her and crawled over her. "I told you I'm not going to leave your side." He leaned down and ran his lips over her neck.

Melora closed her eyes and was surprised when her body arched into him. Her fingers ran up through his hair, pulling at the ends. Her body was reacting without her knowing. He could control her body with just a tiny touch. She wanted him to take her completely right there. "Drystan," she pleaded with him. She didn't know what she needed, but she needed the ache in her stomach to release.

Drystan chuckled as he ran his right hand down her side, stopping where her dress was rising. "What are you wanting, Princess?"

"Drystan," she pleaded with him again. She arched into him again, spreading her legs for him to fit in-between her. "Drystan."

Drystan chuckled darkly as he sat up on his knees and looked down at her. His eyes were dark and his smile was wicked, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick his lips. His eyes traveled down to her legs. "So fucking beautiful," he rumbled out as he dropped his hands onto her thighs and ran them up, moving her dress further up her body exposing her lower half to him.

He moved down the bed to lay in between her legs. Melora leaned on her elbows and looked down at him with wide eyes. "W-what are you doing?" she stuttered.

His eyes snapped up to her as he slowly took her underwear off, throwing it to the side. He ran a finger over her causing a shiver to go down her body. He groaned as he continued to move his finger up and down her slit. "You're so wet for me." His eyes became possessive as he smiled at her, showing his fangs. "Only for me."

Drystan ran his tongue on the inside of her right thigh and kept his eyes on hers while he did the same to her left. Her legs wanted to close instinctively, but he held them open. Her hips bucked as his tongue got closer to her area. His smile grew as his hands ran up to her hips and pushed her hips down. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her nub.

Melora couldn't help the moan that came out of her mouth as she threw her head back. She moaned even louder as she felt his tongue swipe up her slit.

"Fuck," he groaned. "You taste so fucking good."

Drystan gripped her hips tighter as he suddenly got rough with her. She let her back hit the bed as he spread her legs wider, shoving his tongue deeper into her. The ache in her stomach was already threatening to release and he had just started. His tongue swirled inside of her before leaving. Two fingers replaced his tongue as his mouth found her clit. He pumped in and out of her as he sucked harshly on her clit.

Melora clenched around his fingers as she reached down and gripped his hair, trying to pull him closer to her. She could feel her release creeping closer and closer. "Drystan," she moaned out. She didn't have time to tell him that she was close as she finished on his fingers. His tongue quickly replaced his fingers as he lapped at her juices.

He didn't stop.

He devoured her like he was hungry. Like he hadn't eaten in years. Like she was the only meal he was ever going to get.

Melora started to squirm as he sucked on her now sensitive clit even harder. "Drystan," she whimpered as she tried to pick his head up, but he wouldn't budge. She was about to finish again. She didn't know another one could be this quick.

Suddenly, his mouth was gone and he was leaning over her again. His eyes traveled over her face and down her neck. She looked down and noticed the large tent in his pants. She took a chance and ran her hand down his stomach and rested her hand over his bulge. Her stomach clenched as Drystan took a sharp breath and groaned.

"Melora." He dropped his head into the crook of her neck.

Again, her body started to react without her knowing. She started to rub her hand back and forth over him, causing him to groan even louder.

"Melora," he repeated her name. There was some kind of warning in his voice, but she didn't stop. She was ready. She felt like she was ready. She was ready for him. She wanted him to take her right now.

"Please," she pleaded with him.

Drystan picked his head up and gave her a sharp, knowing look. "Are you sure?" His eyes darted back and forth between hers. His eyes were now back to the golden brown color that she loved.

Melora nodded quickly. "Yes, Drystan." Her breath hitched as she felt his cock twitch in his pants. "Please, I need you."

"Fuck," he groaned lowly as he sat up and started to take off his clothes. He threw his shirt on the ground as he moved to stand at the edge of the bed. His hands rested on his belt but stopped as Melora moved forward on her knees in front of him.

Her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth turned down as she stared at the scars that she hadn't noticed before. She reached out and traced the scars that lined his chest and stomach. They were deep. The scar tissue was thick underneath her fingers. Every time that her fingers moved over his muscles, they flinched as if her touching him hurt.

Melora looked up at him. "Where did you get these?" She looked back down at his scars. "Who did this to you?"

Drystan placed a finger underneath her chin and raised her head to meet his. He bent down and pressed a soft kiss against her lips. "That's a story for another time, Princess." He rested his forehead against hers. "Right now, all I can think about is being able to feel you around me." He leaned back and took off his belt. "Take off your dress, Princess."

Melora shivered with anticipation as she did what he told her to do. She watched his eyes turn dark once more as they raked over her body.

"Lay on your back and keep your legs spread," he ordered her.

She liked it when he ordered her like he was. She kept her eyes on him as she laid down on her back, resting on her elbows and keeping her legs spread open for him. Her eyes traveled down to his pants and they widened as he dropped his pants, revealing his thick member.

Drystan stood over her as he started to stroke himself. "Don't worry, Melora," his voice was softer now. "It'll fit." He climbed over her and rested his cock against her. "I'll be gentle."