Sylas kissed her feverishly, and couldn’t decide if it was the blood on her tongue, or the needy whimpers that drove him to madness. Her lips were soft, and her hands pawed at him desperately to hold him close. He dominated her sexy mouth with his tongue and ensured her lips would remember the feel of his for eternity. Finally. Waiting was so worth it. He was determined that his spawn would never regret begging for her sire to fuck her. Sylas needed to make this moment, their first time together, as perfect as he could. There was no bed with scattered rose petals in sight, but he wasn’t making love to a sweet maiden. He was about to fuck his bloody, sexy vampire bride. So I will fuck her like one. “Hold on.” He reached down her body and then up her skirt so quickly, she didn’t realise he’d ripped off her underwear until after the deed was done. He tossed the remains into a dumpster, and reached down to lift her up by her thighs. 

“Oooh, fuck.” Cassandra moaned with a grin, more than up for Sylas screwing her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and tangled her hands in his raven hair. She tensed when he took one hand off her backside, and then a second, so she had to cling to him. 

“Hold on tightly, my bride. I’m going to need my hands for this next part.” He indulged in one more kiss, before spider-walking them both up the side of the nightclub. 

“For w-holy shit!” Cassandra squealed and clenched her whole body around him. She stared down in shock over his shoulder as Sylas moved with ease, and speed, up the wall. “S-so vampires can climb walls too?” Peter Parker eat your heart out. 

“It’s called spider-walking.” He chuckled and quickly scaled the wall until his left hand could grip the edge of the rooftop above Cassandra’s head. “You can do it too. Press your back against the wall.” He pinned her there with his body to help her. “Now spread your legs one at a time.” Sylas cupped the underside of her left thigh to coax her into moving. 

“B-but I’ll fall!” She felt anxiety rising inside her. Any moment she expected to feel her body succumb to gravity and plummet down to the dingey alley floor to her doom. 

“No you won’t.” 

“But.” 

“Do you trust me?” Cassandra tore her worried red eyes away from the street below. Instead, she stared into the glowing crimson eyes of her sire. “Do you trust me, Cassandra?” 

“…yes.” She gulped and nodded slowly. I do. Damn it all, I do. 

“Then trust that I will never let you fall.” He spoke softly, but with such conviction, that she stopped resisting his hand on her thigh. She let him take her leg from the ‘safety’ of his waist, and bent her leg so her heel rested against the wall. When he let go, she held her breath and waited to see if she would fall. But she didn’t. “And now the other one.” He smirked and nodded over to her right leg. Slowly, she took her right leg away from him and feet the strangest, almost magnetic sensation when her heel came to the wall. The same sensation gripped at her back too. “Do you feel secure?” 

“I…I do.” Her hands were still in his hair, so the only thing holding her up was, well, what? “Is this magic or something?”

“It is magic. Vampires are underfolk. We can’t cast spells, per se, but we have certain abilities that are all about honing us into being the perfect predator.” Sylas leaned back so her hands came free of his hair, and he chuckled at how adorable she looked. All tense, like she wasn’t entirely sure that she wouldn’t still fall at any second. “Now, if you excuse me, I believe you said you were close?” Sylas brought his left hand down from the ledge and started crawling down her body. 

“Sylas? Where are you going?!” She snapped her hands against the wall and did not want him to leave her up here on her own. 

“You asked me to fuck you, Cassandra.” He chuckled and she looked down in time to see him slide his arms under her bent legs. He kissed her gently against the inside of her left knee. All while looking up at her with hungry red eyes. “Do you still want that? Do you want me to feed the hunger raging through you?” He kissed her an inch closer to where she hoped he would end up kissing her. “Cassandra?” His lips curled with her name, and she caught her bottom lip between her fangs. Now she knew she wasn’t in danger of landing in a heap of broken bones at any moment, her libido had roared back to life. She nodded her head eagerly, dishevelling her frizzy blond hair from behind her ears. Sylas groaned. He thought she looked so sexy like that. Her hair a mess, her pupils dilated, and she was seconds away from sliding herself down the wall to sit on his face. 

“Yes, Sylas. Please. I feel like-like I want to explode, but I can’t.” He hissed around his fangs and refused to let his spawn suffer a moment longer. Cassandra had never been so turned on her whole life, and it scared her how deeply rooted her need was. How much she mentally soared as she watched his head vanish beneath her skirt. She bore her fangs and cried out with relief at the warm press of his lips sealing around her clit. Her right hand flung away from the wall before she could think about it, and she fisted at his raven locks. “Yes.” She quivered with each delicious throb of pleasure he plucked from her. Her hand moved with his head as he lapped heavily at her pussy. She tugged and whined when he turned his head away from her sensitive flesh. “Wait, I was getting close ag-aaa-fack!” His fangs pierced her femoral artery, right next to her groin. He rumbled a moan and gorged on her sweet blood. He also slid two fingers inside of her pussy, crooking them and toying with her G-spot. Somehow, feeding on her made her even more sensitive, and every caress of her inner walls sparked torrents of ecstasy through her whole body. Her nipples could have pierced through her dress, they were so hard. She didn’t register it at the time, but she clawed grooves into the brickwork behind her. Her knees trembled, and she felt herself teetering on the edge of one hell of an orgasm. “Oh-oh fuck. S-Sylas that’s so much. Too much. I-oh, fuck me.” She arched against the wall and fluttered her eyes closed. She was fully prepared to come, just like this, when Sylas released her completely. Cassandra snapped her head forward in alarm, feeling robbed of her big O, when Sylas crawled up her body. 

“Yes, my darling bride.” His lips were coated in her blood, and she inhaled sharply at the feel of his fingers pressing her healing wound on her thigh. Sylas ghosted his mouth over hers, transferring a mixture of her own blood and slick to her lips. She had no idea why such an act turned her on so much, but she was desperate for everything that would come next. Her hands gripped his shoulders so he couldn’t slip away again, and she felt his right shoulder roll under her grasp. She heard the metallic sound of his belt buckle opening, and the thwip of his fly lowering. “You have no idea…” He whispered to her lips and held his cock so he could slide it against her bloody thigh first. “…how special this moment is to me. How special you are to me. Do you still want this?” 

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” She screeched and tugged on his shoulders as much as she could. “How many times do I have to say yes and beg you before you fuck me?!” She seethed around her fangs, and snapped her legs up and around his waist. “Are you trying to make me go nuts? Is that your kink? Are you into begging or something?” 

“No.” His smile was far too tender, considering how she practically snapped in his face. “I just…” A flicker of something, something that haunted him, passed across his face for a moment, but he pushed it aside. The smile that followed was gorgeous, and if she’d still been wearing her panties, they would have fallen right off. “I need your permission. I want it. It is my pleasure to have it. To have your…consent.” A question tried to rise to the surface of her mind, but he literally fucked it out of her. Sylas filled her to the brim in one, firm roll of his hips. 

“Oh-holy fuuuuck.” Cassandra moaned and swore there would be the outline of her body against the brickwork by the time Sylas was done fucking her into the wall. He kissed her like he was telling her that she would know only his lips for all eternity. He mounted her against the wall like no one else would ever touch her. He rammed his cock into her pussy like he was making her know only the shape of him forever. 

Yet at the same time? He watched her writhe in ecstasy with each thrust of his hips, like she was an angel spread out for him to devour. That he was blessed to call Cassandra his bride. He promised her in his dead heart that he would always be hers. His eyes held a battle in their depths. He was no stranger to pleasure, but he was a stranger to pleasure by choice. With a partner that he not only wanted to be with, but knew exactly who and what he was. He pushed that thought far away. Now was not the time to let the past haunt him. Now, Sylas held the sexy mess that was his bride as close as he could as she came. Cherishing the moment, and truly letting go for the first time in centuries. She swore a storm, gripping his shoulders and kicking her legs out from the wall as she came apart at the seams. 

“Cas.” He mumbled her name in sweet reverence, coming so hard he felt his balls lift. Neither knew who started the slow kiss, but they both came through the other side of the hottest sex either of them had ever had, tenderly making out. Cassandra wrapped her legs around his waist and cupped both hands together at the back of his neck. 

“Wow.” 

“Have I satisfied my bride?” She could feel his lips against her cheek as he teased her. “Hmm?” 

“Yes.” She sighed happily and held onto him like he was cuddling her in bed, rather than mounting her against a wall. For the first time in a long time, Cassandra felt truly satisfied. There was no gnawing hunger in her belly. There was no tightly wound elastic between her and her sire that was so taut, it could snap at any moment and one of them would have their fangs in the other. It was like she was only just realising that all that intensity she was feeling, was this hunger to be with him. She started to feel uncomfortable with that, until she thought about two things. One, what Sylas said to her the first time she actively fed from him after her transformation. He said it was perfectly natural for a spawn and sire to be intimate. To want to be together. He said that his presence calms me. And…well…it does. She felt safe with Sylas. She trusted him. She needed him. Thought number two really robbed Cassandra of her apprehension. Just before they had sex, something very vulnerable slipped through the cracks in her sire’s smooth persona. That wasn’t the first time he’s revealed a vulnerable side to me. He said he was a spawn who was a slave, so he knows the difference. He keeps promising he’ll never do anything to me I don’t want. He also keeps asking permission all the time. There’s something to all that. There is a story behind those red eyes and guyliner. 

But would he tell her his story?