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D was well enough to leave the bed later the next day. The after effects of the day before was emotionally exhausting more
than anything. He resented himself for almost biting his favorite student, but it made him realize how much he enjoyed her
presence. If he was willing to attack her, he must feel closer to her that he first realized.
Lefty picked up on this thought and started chastising D for not biting her sooner, but D knew it was Lefty’s way of
dealing with the situation. He was as concerned for his host as Conure was, though the Simbiote had a lack of tact that D
fount irritating sometimes.
D dressed himself in a simple robe. It was a large grey cotton tunic that tied at his waist with a thick black belt. It only
hung to his knees, but he was in no shape to crawl back into his armor. It was an alien feeling, being dressed in something
as revealing as this as he was used to his body hugging armor. He shrugged after adjusting the robe several times and went
to greet his student in the other room.
As D entered, Conure looked at him with a start. She slaved over a painting of a wild dragon that glimmered in metallic greens
and silvers. She was brushing on glaze and D could smell the artificial glassing solution permeate the room. It wasn’t
offensive, but it had a distinct scent that he associated with her. He was used to smelling it outdoors and in the stables,
so the scent in the room was stronger than what he was used to.
“How much more do you have to do?” he asked. All traces of yesterday’s happenings seemed to have evaporated
when he’d slept.
Conure shrugged and looked out the window. It was still late afternoon and the sun’s rays were being reflected off a
nearby building’s windows. The sky was starting to cloud over and the room was darker than it would have been with a
clear sky.
“Another three hours. Just adding highlights now.” She said. She wiped her brush off and dipped the brush into a
glass of cleaning solution. She eyed the Dhampire with a critical eye.
“You’re looking better.” she said after a moment.
D cleared his throat and nodded slightly. He sat down in the chair beside her.
“The inn let you rent the room again on such short notice?”
Conure nodded while mixing a pale green paint with a new brush.
“I told them it was an emergency as the smith carted you in. They gave me the key without complaint.”
D grunted. Conure grinned, relieved to see him back to his old self and she dove back into her painting. Her face lost all
traces of thought as she concentrated. She was lost in her passion. She did it as instinctively as she shape shifted. The
Male Dhampire watched her as she worked and he admired, not for the first time, how she could lose herself in something as
simple as adding glaze to a flat canvas. He figured it was much like how he lost himself in working his sword. D drew, too,
but he didn’t lose himself as deeply into the art as she did. D presumed it was because he’d been a warrior too
long and he was too wary to lose sight of his surroundings. He tried to teach Conure that as she practiced her swordsmanship
and in return, she taught him how to truly withdraw into his art. He was an expert at Vampiric calligraphy now, but she, he
admitted, was much more fluent at it.
He found his mind wandering to admire Conure’s body. He coughed, trying to ignore the feeling. He was drawn to her as
a whole. Her mind. The way her simple movements and short temper made her point made. The way she shape shifted whenever she
needed to scare off over-enthusiastic peasants. her sword work. D felt the vampire in the back of his mind rouse and he cringed
as he felt the irksome erection return. D closed his eyes and strategically crossed his legs. Not now, he cursed mentally.
Not Now. Not after Yesterday. When it didn’t suppress itself, he scowled deeper. NOT NOW, DAMNIT!
Lefty smirked, sensing the situation.
“Sooooo...” he said, his tone mocking. “What does a Vampire Hunter do when he’s been alone for a while?
Use his right hand!”
“Shut up Lefty.”
“Aww. You’re no fun, you know that?”
Conure looked up from her art, her eyes snickering at the play between the Simbiote and its host. D was looking very uncomfortable
and he seemed to be wanting to escape, much like an animal seeks release from a pestering child.
Conure raised her eyebrow, wondering what was making him look so desperate, besides the ever present Lefty. Then she smelt
it, an almost invisible scent wafting throughout the room. It grabbed her attention immediately. It was faint at first as
it floated over the scent of paint and Glaze, and Conure savored instinctively.
Pheromones. Vampire Pheromones.
The scent was hard to describe but it was characteristic of sexually aroused Vampires. Having had bedded a Pure Blood vampire,
she immediately knew the scent. She’s sensed it from her last lover but it was the first time it had been in the presence
of D. It was obvious who was the cause of the scent and she snorted with laughter.
“D... you DO like me!”
The male Dhampire cringed.
“You don’t have to be so loud about it.” he said, not quite sure what to do with himself.
‘Yeah..and like who’s going to hear?” she giggled. “Lefty?”
D scowled at that, obviously not humored. Conure got off her chair and stood before him. She planted her hands on her hips
and cocked her head as she stared at the male Dhampire.
‘Now I know why-”
‘Don’t say it, Conure.” D hissed. He was looking more and more liked a trapped animal. ‘Okay. I admit.
I like you. I’ve always LIKED you. I just haven’t been able to get close until yesterday and I damn near
bit you.”
Conure tapped a foot on the floor and cocked her head more.
“News flash, Dhampire-san. I’ve been a Donor. It’s no big deal.”
D looked horrified.
“You WHAT?’
Conure shrugged.
“It’s no big deal. A lover was hungry and I was willing so I let him feed.”
“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA what that does to people? You’re Dhampire! “
Conure rolled her eyes at her teacher.
“Okay..so he’s telepathically bonded to me now, but it’s NOT that bad!”
“NOT THAT BAD?????”
The smell of aroused Vampire became stronger. Conure was finding herself unwilling to resist it. She chuckled internally.
D LIKED her, just as she suspected! Oh her last lover would love to hear that!
D growled out of frustration. He really didn’t know what to do with the situation and finally, with one hard, frustrated
glance at his student, he rose out of the chair and silently reentered the bedroom. As he closed the door behind him he could
hear Conure breaking into fits of laughter.
‘Ya shoulda asked her to tame yer sword.” Lefty said, disappointed.
“Lefty... one more word and I’ll cut you off myself.”
D threw himself on the bed and lay his head on his arms. UGH, he thought, studying the wood ceiling. He’d never
been this attached to someone and now that they knew how he felt, he didn’t have a clue how to handle it. Five thousand
years old and he didn’t have a clue how to handle a simple crush. It was humiliating, but he crammed the feeling to the
back of his mind, hoping that the hungry vampire lurking in the shadows would devour it. He tried to forget about it. The
vampire side of him was hissing and muttering as it poked through his unwanted emotions, but it lay in the far reaches of
his mind. D was glad that the beast was finally staying where it should.
Several minutes later Conure came into the room. She carefully closed the door behind her. She stood facing it, thinking,
then turned to confront the male Dhampire.
“Do you want to have sex?”
D stopped and stared at her. His jaw appeared to have dropped straight off his face and fallen on the floor.
Lefty whistled.
“Okay. I’m outta here.” he said, then with a pop he disappeared. “Just don’t make too much noise”
he said. As he faded, both Dhampires heard him mutter to himself. “I’m gonna need a drink after this.” He said
as he faded into an unseen realm.
D attempted to regain his composure. He’d been offered bluntly before, but not like this. Not by someone he wanted as
badly as he wanted by Conure.
“ I don’t want to-”
“F**k the bite, D. If you bite me, you bite me. You may eventually fall for the Thirst, but I’m not going to allow
you to do that. And I sure as hell won’t watch you lose yourself like you did yesterday. I can help teach you to accept
your Prey Drive.” She paused, her eyes soft. “If you let me.”
D’s eyes widened, then narrowed. He couldn’t. He could. Didn’t his father live with a human without falling
for the Thirst while he was with her? But..his father... The confusion ping ponged in his head like a ball tossed between
a hungry dragon and a hyper kitten.
Finally D nodded.
“All right. You win.”
Conure smiled, but it was a look of nervousness that followed her to the bed.
The two Dhampires looked at each other uncertainly.
“ I thought it was supposed to feel better than this.” D said after a minute. Conure snorted and she slapped him
playfully. She then crawled into bed beside him to gently touch his face.
It slowly developed from there. Conure started with stroking the male Dhampire’s face, searching. The Vampire in D began
to scream, but instead of taking his mind over, it cried to be satisfied. D trembled, trying to lose himself in conure’s
caresses. The vampire in his mind began screaming louder, threatening to burst forth, but there was something that was holding
it back. Conure began to lift his robe, nibbling his knotted muscles as she surveyed his soft flesh. She chuckled when she
traced his stomach muscles. D felt her hands stretch down and rub his legs, then pause above his erection to stroke his pubic
hair. D gasped at that. The noise in his head ebbed and flowed but as his excitement grew it cried with him. He didn’t
remember how, but somehow Conure’s tunic ended up on the floor along side his robe. She stroked him teasingly and in
response he did the same. She directed him to places where she enjoyed his touch and in turn, he would place her hands where
he needed her embrace. He put to practice all the stories and lessons he had learned over his centuries and he was only slightly
surprised when he discovered that he knew more than she did about the act. By the time she allowed him to enter her, he was
gasping, head thrown back and whimpering. He was no novice when it came to climaxes, having no outlet but himself when he
had felt this desperate. However, his imagination had never been as thrill as this.
Conure leaned over him and nibbled his ear.
“I’m controlling depth right now.” she whispered. “Remember all those lessons you got from Dracula about
controlling depth?” D knew the stories. Depth was good for those of vampire blood. It would have been agonizing for a
human, but Vampires savored the encounter.
D nodded, eyes closed as Conure purred her comment. She licked his chest and whispered in his other ear.
“They're not kidding when it makes you scream.”
She shifted and D felt himself enter her even deeper, and for a moment he feared he would harm her. But then the pleasure
hit as an insane, tsunami-like frenzy that nearly blinded him. He nearly climaxed. The vampire in D’s mind grabbed hold
and he growled with unharness sexuality. He felt Conure settle further on him and the pressure on the head of his manlihood
drove him to pump zealously into her. She arched, affected by the same feelings he was experiencing and the pair began to
move as one force. D knew his father had built vampires for sex, but how...oh HOW ...he understood WHY his
father would cry for hours with ever new lover he serviced! It was completely different being with a lover, he realized. More
satisfying. More exciting. More PLEASURE!!
He arched as he felt himself climax and with a tumult of gasps he finally threw his head back and roared, crying out and
pumping until he could find no more satisfaction in his screams. But as Conure moved to her rising passion, it stirred his
manlihood further. He found himself repeating his thunderous howls not once, not twice, but four more times. Conure would
have kept riding him had he not rolled her onto her back and began on her chest, nibbling and sucking. He feared that in his
excitement he would lash out and savor her sweet neck, searching for the vein in her neck that helped give her life. However
the urge never came. He ran his right hand over her hips and chest, savoring her scent. Her breasts were round and soft and
her nipples reminded him of the roses that grew in the court garden when he was a teen. He entered her again and his cries
increased. Between his unspoken tenderness and the need to satisfy his sexual drive he climaxed again. He layered her legs
over his and he drove what he could of him as deep as he could. When she flinched, he started to withdraw but she drew him
closer to her. He roared yet again and finally lay on her, panting and utterly exhausted. Conure rocked beneath him, wrapping
her legs around his hips and she, too, exploded into howls of satisfaction before settling beneath D in a sweaty, gasping
mound.
“Dad said when I was a teen,” D began, trying to find words that would fit his mind and connect with his mouth,
“that Vampire blood guaranteed children.”
Conure smiled and grabbed a deep kiss from the male Vampire. D accepted her tongue, which was experienced and probing.
“The Vampire that I let feed was my first lesson on vampire libido.” she muttered. “That’s why I let him
drink. If it wasn’t for him, I would have been naive to our kinds’ sexual needs.”
D seemed to hear her words but they were muddled, as though he was hearing them through a thick door. He sighed as exhaustion
took over him and distantly, in the back of his mind, he could hear thoughts forming. And emotions. Then the quiet voice of
his father spoke as D drifted into sleep.
“It is done.” Dracula said, satisfied. “The Messiah shall be born to this Earth. There is hope for
the Vampiric race. The fruit of My loins shall continue through my son’s.”
Conure, as she let D rest on her breast, wondered at the voice she heard, too.
Messiah? She thought, stretching her legs out as D began to breathe deeply. I wonder what that means. A moment
of confusion washed over her but she set it aside. All lessons learned in good time, she thought. I thought the
savior-child was a myth. She yawned. Perhaps not. She brushed the damp hair out of D’s face and smiled as
he murmured something. Perhaps I’ll meet the mother of this messiah. I wonder who she is.
She felt Dracula grin all -knowingly in her head. You’ll find out soon enough, he said. You’ll find out
soon enough.
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