Thread: Forever Mine (Ava and Fates)

Even in her silent hungry stupor, she managed the slightest of smiles when her choice was complimented as though it were a fine wine. Upon sitting next to her meal she feared that she may very well snap on the spot. Her groom's voice and reassurance kept that one final thread from snapping. All Bella could manage was a nod to the question for fear that if her lips parted, then they would surly strike that throbbing artery that appeared most tantalizing. When asked if she was up for it she smiled kindly and nodded her head in agreement, knowing that she was all too eager to quell this aching hunger clawing from within. The pale skinned beauty took up the offer of the her debonair groom's arm and followed at his side. The aroma was breath takingly potent when not commingling in the sea of booze, musk, and sourness of the unappealing bloodlines. Sparkling emerald eyes never once left the sights of her meal, even as her master whispered the approval to go ahead, the warning feel on deaf ears as her feet walked her across the luxurious carpet towards the woman. Must be interactive... The man chimed with interest as his wife was approached. Soft cool fingers danced across the warm flesh of the woman's jawline . You smell divine. Were the last coherent words that left the blood thirsty woman's lips before Mrs. Buckley found her back pressed against the soft surface of the bed with jewel clad hands pinned at either side of her head. Bright white canines distended of their own accord and the fledgling pierced that throbbing artery. Now she was no where as clean as her master was when she was turned. Blood managed to spray onto her chin before her mouth encased the wound to drain every last drop. Bella failed to notice her meal squirming because it was with unnatural ease that she kept her pinned. The heat that radiated within from every drop that landed on her tongue fueled the voraciousness. Pump after pump and yet it was never enough. The cries died out and the husband was absolutely stunned. His wife was currently mounted by a beautiful woman in a lovely red dress and the portly man still could not wrap his mind around what was happening. The heart was a symphony to her ears, accompanied with a meal that was everything that she desired. Slowly did that symphony die and the her source was tapped out in its entirety. Soft lips were stained red and they were licked as clean as possible before she unmounted her prey. With her appetite slightly sated she stepped back and appeared to almost admire her handy work. The woman's eyes were wide and her skin nearly three shades lighter. The punchures were gaping and somewhat jagged, but void of any remaining blood that spilled since she had licked it clean. It felt as though a fog had been lifted from her mind and she could think all the more. Even stained in blood the man found the deadly nightingale hauntingly beautiful. During the one sided tryst between his now deceased wife and their invited guest he had scampered to the middle of the four poster bed. Her master ever so patiently lingered, but stood between the door and her second course. Lay down. Her words were damn near erotic, and while the man cowered he felt his body break free of his own will and complied to the request despite his sniveling and pleading. Upon all fours the bride crawled. Her dress far from impeding on her quest as she mounted the man's waist feeling the formation of physical arousal between his clothed legs. Soft hands slid up the man's portly arms, guiding them above his head as she leaned in with soft lips ghosting across the arch of his neck and up to his ear. Such a sick puppy. Your wife dies and you get off. This tragedy is quite the performance, wouldn't you say? The scream was barely formed before it was choked back upon her fangs burying themselves within his neck. The second time was far cleaner, and it gave her a bit of time to savor the delicious morsel as he writhed beneath her to no avail. Black locks surrounded her face like a darkened veil as a sweet moan escaped her enclosed lips showing how she was truly enjoying herself in satisfying the ache that plagued her. Bella was almost sad when he was tapped out. The lovely woman sat up and looked down upon the dead man's face. Now she thought as to what she had just done. This was the price of her new freedom, but it was worth it. How long will I be able to go without feeding again? She asked her mentor while those soft fingers closed the eyes of the first of many meals to come. Husband and wife. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she retreated from the bed. Lips now stained red and her dress, surprisingly enough, still immaculate. Oh that was thrilling and much needed. I'm rather surprised that he listened to me. Thank you Alistair. She spoke referring to the man upon telling him to lay down. A bright and wide smile was gifted to the man before she embraced him in a hug. But how do we cover such a thing up? The inn is bustling. She released her groom before turning to look at the aftermath.