Drystan watched as Melora bit her lip as he dragged his tip over her area. She was still extremely wet for him.

Good, he thought to himself. It'll be easier for her if she's soaking.

He leaned down and met her lips with his. Her lips parted just enough for him to be able to push his tongue into her mouth. She moaned and pushed her hips into him, causing her to squeal. He pulled away just enough to ask her, "Are you positive that you're wanting to do this now?" He knew he wanted to. He's been waiting for this moment for a while now. He's been waiting to have her moan out his name as he thrusts into her ever since he laid eyes on her.

Melora nodded. "Yes, Drystan." She ran her hands over his chest. "I need and want you, Drystan."

"It's going to hurt," he warned her.

Melora nodded once again. "I understand."

He pressed a kiss against her lips. "What's your safeword, Melora?"

"Midnight."

He nodded. "Good. Use it if I get too much for you, understand?"

"I understand."

He nodded as he maneuvered his tip in front of her entrance. He teased the area for a moment before he slowly pushed himself in. Melora placed her hands on his shoulders and dug her fingernails into his skin. She groaned as he continued to push himself deeper and deeper into her.

Drystan watched her face as he moved. Her eyes were shut closed and her bottom lip was sucked in. He leaned down and started to place soft, gentle kisses along her jaw and down her neck. "Breathe, Princess."

Melora took a deep breath as he took the chance to push deeper. She cried out as he pushed past her wall and shoved the rest of him inside of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her face into the crook of his neck.

He didn't move for several moments, letting her body get used to his size and him being inside of her. He wanted to be rough and claim every single inch of her body, but she needed him to be gentle. She needed him to be patient with her as she got used to all of him.

"Drystan," her voice was small and muffled against his skin.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and held her tight against him. "What is it, Melora?"

She moved her head and ran her teeth over his skin. "Keep going," she answered him. "Please."

He groaned out as she continued to run his teeth over his skin. She had to know that he was enjoying it, but if she kept going, he was going to lose control. She felt perfect around him. Just perfect as he slowly thrust in and out of her.

Melora's head hit the bed as she moaned and arched more into him. "Drystan," she breathed out.

He picked up speed as he leaned down and covered her left breast with his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, flicking it every other swirl. Her hands were in his hair, pulling at the ends. Everything she did to him drove him insane. He groaned as he grabbed her hands and held them in his right hand above her head.

Melora's eyes were wide as she looked up at him. "Melora," he warned her through clenched teeth. His fangs were threatening to come out as he could start to hear the blood flowing through her veins. He pushed that aside as best as he could and looked down at her. "Keep your hands there."

"Why?" There was no fear in her eyes. He could have sworn that the emotion he was seeing was excitement. He could smell her arousal as his hand tightened around her wrists.

"Melora," he groaned out as he continued to thrust into her. "Everything that you do drives me crazy. Your teeth against my skin drive me crazy. Your hands in my hair and pulling drives me crazy." He leaned down. "You drive me crazy, Melora. I'm trying very hard right now not to lose control." He let his fangs out and ran them down the side of her neck. He felt her body shiver and smirked when a moan escaped her mouth. "I don't want to lose control with you right now, Melora." He leaned back and looked at her. "I won't be gentle."

Melora tried to get her wrists free but struggled against his firm grip. "What if I don't want you to be gentle?"

Drystan smiled at her and stopped moving his hips. "Princess, I don't think you're ready for me to be rough with you."

Melora bucks her hips causing a groan to fall out of his mouth. "Drystan, please," she begged him.

Drystan slowly moved his cock out of her before slamming back into her making her cry out his name. He bent down and continued his assault on her breasts. She was a moaning mess underneath him and he could feel her pussy clench around him.

"Drystan," she moaned as she tried to free her hands from his grip. He knew she was getting close to finishing again. He could feel the way that she was clenching around him.

"Come for me, Melora," he ordered her, his lips against her neck. "I want to feel you come around my cock." He was trying hard not to finish. He wanted to feel her first before he let himself go. Fuck. Her walls clenched around him as her body relaxed. Her eyes closed and a long moan fell out. Shortly after she had come down from her high, he followed. He grunted as he pulled out and finished on her stomach, still pumping himself.

He got off of the bed and walked over to a large tub. This inn was one of the few that figured out how to control their water and run it to most of the rooms. They weren't able to have warm water, but it wasn't cold.

"Drystan?" he heard Melora's voice squeak at him. "What are you doing?"

He turned on the waterspout and turned around to smile at her. "Fixing you a bath."

"Am I dirty?" She sat up slowly, keeping her eyes on him as he walked back toward her.

Drystan looked down at his seed spread out over her stomach and back up at her. He was turned on all over again just from looking at her. "You are with my seed all over you."

Melora's eyebrows raised as she looked down at her stomach. She bit her lip and looked up at him. "I guess I do need a bath." She started to move off of the bed.

Drystan rushed over to her and picked her up. She laughed as she slapped his chest. "I can walk, Drystan. I'm sore, but I can still walk."

"Nope," he kissed the side of her neck. "I'm taking care of you right now." He placed her down in the tub. He knelt beside the tub and picked up a rag.

She grabbed his hand. "I can clean myself up, Drystan."

He smiled at her and shook his head. "Nope. As I said, I'm taking care of you right now." He started to place the rag in the water and ring it out when a knock sounded at the door. Melora tensed up and sunk deeper into the tub, covering herself as best as she could. He glared at the door and grabbed his pants, shoving his legs into them and pulling them up. "I'll be right back."

Drystan walked over to the door and cracked it open revealing a small woman holding a tray of fruit. She gave an apologetic shrug and smile as she held out the tray toward him. "Master said it might be good to bring the girl food," she explained in a heavy accent.

Drystan smiled at her and opened the door wider so he could grab the tray from her. "Thank you." The woman bowed her head and took off down the hallway. Drystan closed the door and brought the tray over to the tub, setting it onto a small table sitting beside it.

Melora sat up and looked at the fruit. Her smile widened. "Are these for me?"

Drystan nodded. "Yes," he replied to her as he knelt back down and grabbed the rag.

"Drystan?"

"Yes?"

"Can you join me?"

Drystan's eyes snapped up to Melora's. He smirked. "I'm not doing anything to you for the rest of the night, Melora."

She nodded. "I still want you close to me right now."

Drystan stood up and lowered himself behind her and let her lean against him. He watched her little hand reach over and grab a strawberry and bring it to her lips, biting down on it. He'd love to have her lips wrapped around his cock. He shook his head and took the rag, rubbing the water over her body.

"Do you want to talk about those scars on your chest now?" Melora asked him. Her head leaning against his right shoulder.

He gave her a small smile and nodded. "Sure." He continued to move the rag over her body, making sure that he cleaned off everything from her stomach. "Before I became what I am, I was a soldier. The man that I fought for was not a good man. He constantly sent me and my other comrades out to do whatever he wanted us to do. By the time I was twenty-six, he sent us out to find the vampire lair that was terrorizing the city."

Melora moved and turned around, straddling his lap. She took the rag from him and started to dab his skin. "What happened then?" She traveled the rag down his chest, tracing his scars.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her toward him. "We found the lair. It wasn't hard to find. We just had to follow the bones." He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. "We didn't anticipate how fast a vampire actually was. These scars were from him. At some point during the fight, he had biten me. I didn't know until several days later when I felt myself start to change."

Melora hung the rag off the side of the tub and started to ran her fingers over his scars. He groaned as her hands kept moving lower and lower. "Why didn't these scars heal?"

"Wounds from a vampire don't heal," he explained to her. 

She looked up at him. "How old are you?"

Drystan chuckled. "I'm old."

Melora nodded, understanding that he didn't want to give any more information. She rocked against him causing a deep growl to come out of his mouth. 

"Melora," he warned her. He gripped her hips, making her stop. "Are you not hurting?"

She nodded. "I am, but I still need you."

Fuck. He controlled himself as he wrapped his arms around her. "You need to rest, Melora." He picked her up and laid her down on the bed. He wrapped the furs around them. "Go to sleep, Melora. I'll take care of your need soon."