Thread: Blood and Betrothal 2.0 (Leatrix Sage X Octopus Prince)

A pair of lithe bodies were entangled in a collection of arms and legs and shifting muscles. Sweat slicked skin made it a requirement to hold on tight, and each would dig their fingernails into the other to find purchase as they moved together. On top was a blonde man, his shaggy hair damp from the mornings activities and the appetites of the woman that growled under him. He chuckled at her ferocity, earning himself a vicious bite. Her tiny fangs cut grooves into his chest just above his heart, and then her talented tongue cleaned the blood away. Her mark soothed his spiteful, possessive need, and as Ivy Lioncourt stretched out beneath him, Markus Ainsworth buried himself into her quivering body. He watched with rapt focus, his hands holding tight to her sweat-slickened hips, as she writhed in time with the convulsions of her moist walls spasming around his cock. He held her there as long as he could, knowing distantly that it might be the last time. Markus was loathed to be done, to have to leave her embrace and allow this farce of hers to take place. Like it or not, their time was ending, and when Ivys orgasm had passed, Markus dragged her tight against his chest and pumped into her with a new desperation. Her kisses shared his urgency, and she slung to him when he finally buried himself within her and unleashed torrents into her willing body. I still think this is a bad idea, he growled some time later, when the world had rightened itself and his heartbeat had returned to normal. She went stiff in his hands, and he cursed as she crawled off of him. You know that doesnt change anything, she sighed as she walked away from him. It wasnt as if she didnt understand. It hurt her, too. More than she could ever afford to tell him. But, this was what was needed, and so it was what would be. Too many of us have been picked off by them as it is, far more than the witches have ever managed, she was reciting the same old arguments, and while Markus rolled her eyes at her, he knew he was speaking for her one piece of mind, not his. We adapt, or we die, he muttered, hating that his advice was coming back to haunt him. Exactly, Ivy called from the bathroom. She was cleaning herself up. After all, she was getting married in an hour. It wouldnt do to stand at the alter with Markus cum still inside her. Even if it did have a perverse appeal. Ivy wasnt capable of such a disgrace to tradition, it simply wasnt in her. She could love the man she wanted, but she could not stain the ceremony that would follow with callousness and spite. If Ivy was anything, she was the leader she had been bred to be. The Lioncourts were a family of living vampires that had long been led by Luzige, an ancient even among the undead. Traditionally, he chose who they married, and who they sired, and one among every generation was his. When Ivys mother had come to her first death early, Luzige had chosen her to take up the mantle as his warden. Through her he could feel emotion, witness the sun, enjoy color and music, all things lost to him now that he was a soulless undead. From him, she took strength beyond that of normal living vampires, along with his powerful senses and supernatural abilities. The trade was that he owned her, completely, and she had paid dearly for disturbing his well lain plans. Markus was supposed to be her mate. He was her senior by nearly a century and had watched her grow up, but it had been planned even before her birth that she would be his. When she had been young, she had resisted, believing what she felt for the man was some kind of trick. Time, however, had taught her differently. And now, she had blundered many centuries worth of planning, and all Luziges efforts to craft a vessel strong enough to out-last the burden of his demands. She has convinced him, however, to allow this on the promise that she would still beget at least two children by Markus. It wasnt classy, but she could make it happen. All of that had to be put aside for the time being. Lean, and lanky Ivy had to focus on dressing and brushing her hair. The black and red motif as common place gothic vampires being as stereotypical as possible but the dress slacks, button up shirt and jacket didnt help her already lean frame. Ivy wasnt thin, exactly, she was muscular and healthy, but what curves her body had vanished under the sharp lines. And yet, when she looked at herself in the mirror, she was surprised to find she still looked feminine, even if there was a certain coldness about the outfit. Luzige was grinning behind her eyes, and Ivy felt his lips on her cheek as surely as if he had been standing there. He of course couldnt step foot on hollowed grounds, but he could watch the ceremony through her eyes. She thanked him for picking out the clothes. It was something she had been utterly unable to do. In the end, a simple suite did feel like the best choice for her. Still, there was a sense of loss over the fact that she wouldnt be wearing a gown to her wedding. It seemed as if she blinked her eyes, and then she was standing at the alter and waiting for the witch to make her appearance. Markus stood off to her right, as curious as Ivy as to what this woman looked like. They didnt have to wait very long. Flaming red hair caught her attention first, gold and copper strands that seemed to throw off their own light. Following one of those curls down a smooth cheek brought Ivys eyes to a latticed necklace with a scattering of rubies that looked like drops of blood. One could say the peace was lewd to vampiric tastes, and while Ivy frowned, Markus sniggered. The woman was stunning. Tall heels brought her eye level with Ivy, but Ivy was wearing a thin pair of dress shoes, flats, and she had the feeling to woman would barely reach her shoulders when she was barefoot. Where Ivy was a lean predator, the little witch was a siren, soft curves and smooth skin that begged to be touched. Some words were said, some promises were made, the beginnings to a contract that would be sealed in private at a later date, but Ivys attention was entirely diverted by the woman that would be her wife. Her stood her enemy, in all her glory, and as the words were spoken that made this woman hers, Ivy felt a grasping sense of greedy possession well up within her. Its just instinct, she told herself resolutely. It was just the bond of sire and ward settling into place, nothing more. Ivy ignored it as she took the womans hand to slip a silver band onto her finger, promising to protect and provide for the woman before she took Ivys hand to make similar proclamations and return a ring for a ring. With so little, they were bound, the ceremony a blend of traditions to bind them body to body and soul to soul. It was guess work. The last time a vampire and a witch had been bound was a story so old that even Luzige thought it was a myth, just a stupid legend. But, if the legend was true, then the little witch Ivy had just bound herself to may the very thing that saved them all.