Lineage: Dinner date

You shudder the last time as your lower lips tremble and gush with the exertion of your fourth orgasm. You lay collapsed against the young man’s check arms splayed out as you take heavy breaths, his head still snuggly between your slick thighs. That... that was good. It was awesome. It was the very best. You loved the way that even now he took deep breaths which tickled and tantalized you down there in such wonderful shuddery bliss.

You felt like if you were in love.

You knew that you were in lust. It was weird really, before uncle, before the ceremony, you were barely interested in anyone, much less the opposite sex. But now it felt like there was something hollow inside, something which you’d failed to notice until the moment the right thing came to fill it right back up.

Blood rushed to your head even as you shifted yourself from over him, shifting position till you were parallel to his chest.

“I’m going to make you mine.” You speak, whispering into his ear. You feel him shiver at your words. Your lips fell against his own, as you endeavored to lick the taste of you from him. There was a surprising surge of passion even as you found yourself pulled in closer, his hands seeking your behind to mold themselves against it.

“Do I get a say in this?” he whispered back nervously as your lips parted from his.

“None.” You go back on the attack, kissing him again with a hungry need, you could feel him doing the same, tongue reaching into your mouth with a combative insistence.


















You stretched you arms upward with a yawn. It was a brand new day and though your companion of the night lay insensate at your feet you couldn’t help but feel as if you’d been somehow refreshed by the very, very vigorous exercises which you’d participated in for the night. It had been beautiful really, the feeling of freedom and power which came as you rode the boy to orgasm again and again in the night, his dark skin flushed with sweat and the sweet taste of fear.

You couldn’t help but think that he was indeed adorable. You wanted to keep him.

Well either way it you’d need to talk to that Rokks guy he’d been talking about before. Their local Lineage you figured, well considering what you’d witnessed before it would probably be as simple as just asking him for this boy, unless of course he took a dislike to your face. Taking brides was always serious business.

Hmm... really you were feeling a bit creative today. Quickly you looked around – Huh? Where was the little nibbler? You picked up the bag which your parents had gifted you with, reaching in... ouch... those were some sharp teeth

























You were hungry.

Your stomach growled with the exertions of the fight, healing having done its job you were left with a need which fought to overcome your senses. The smell of blood filling the air with a blissful fragrance, unique and beautiful like nothing you’d ever smelled before your ascension. The flooding touch of crimson beckoned you into motion.

Your decision had already been made.

Gently you placed the cub beside you moving on all fours, like its mother before it, licking its face gently even as it attempted again unsuccessfully to retaliate. Yaaril simply watched in fascination as you stalked forward over your downed prey, and starting at the soft meat of its genital pouch, began to feast. You couldn’t see his eyes, but there was the scent of uncertainty in the air, the stench of something sweet and acrid all at once.

It tasted like fear.

Blood poured out as your teeth rent their way through prey for the third time, flesh still warm despite having been here for hours. Each bite taking you closer and closer to a perfect ecstasy, working your way into the corpse as you swallowed chunk after chunk of both meat and magic.

The little one had settled down, and began to feed beside you.