When my own release finally pushes me over the edge, I come hard. Blasting shreds of my fucking being inside her pussy.
Crushing down on top of her, I rock my cock deep, grinding against her inner barrier. Suddenly consumed by my own feral instinct to make sure her womb receives every single fucking drop of my cum.
I want her filled and bursting with my essence. I want her fucking knocked up.
I want this woman, feral and all, to be mine forever.
Minutes pass before I notice that her hands have relaxed.
Head tilted to the side, her eyes are closed.
She’s asleep.
Fucking hell.
Yet again she’s out like a light with my cock buried inside her.
Three days of intense feeding and fucking pass. Chloe’s animalistic in her needs. It’s nothing but food for her body, and then fucking for… Well, I would say soul, but I don’t think that’s quite it.
It’s the basic needs that her brain is chasing—food, shelter, and mating. We’ve provided the shelter already with this bedroom, the food is in ready supply, and I’m her mate.
It’s now another waiting game for it all to end.
Exactly when and why isn’t said in any of the writings I’ve read. Sure, there’s been studies bounced around regarding the average length of time, but we seem to be blowing all those theories up. From the time it took for her to wake up to now, during the feral phase of the change.
Andrei has his theories on why that is, but I don’t think we’ll ever know the exact cause.
What we are certain about though is that she was constantly being used as a blood source. There’s no doubt that whatever they were doing to her wasn’t a one-time deal. How could it be? The Order is ritualistic in nature. Just looking at Isaac’s skin, his hunter bag, and the things we’ve discovered along the way, show that they’re methodical. Even if some of the things they use are old and outdated.
Cinnamon oil, running water, tattoos of holy symbols, and the little crosses they like to wear around their necks. Those are based more in myth than reality. Well, at least for my coven they are.
If we smell cinnamon, we look.
Running water? I have no clue where that old myth came from. We have no trouble crossing bridges or flying across oceans in planes.
Holy symbols? I know a few vampires who collect them as pretty art pieces.
All in all, they have a lot of things wrong.
Which makes me wonder just how the fuck they stumbled upon feeding their hunters the blood of the soulmarked. It’s obviously to give them a safeguard against glamouring and enthrallment. But what about the increased healing?
That gives me pause.
Did they know about that? Fuck, is it supposed to work like that?
Thinking back, I can’t figure out if it was because he was in close proximity to her while she was in close proximity to me, or something else. It's a circle of unending confusion. If we had known at the time what was happening, we could have tested.
That’s the thing though. If we had known, would I have let the testing happen? I doubt it. I was in such dire need I could barely control myself. There I was, charging to the house, gloating and ignoring everything around me…
But that I don’t think it was entirely my fault. Something about her brings out a madness in me.
The madness… That’s what I’ve been calling these past few days in my head. Every moment she’s awake, we both enter a crazed frenzy. Her fulfilling the basic needs, and me forcing her to say and do things to ease how fucking awful it feels.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel the remorse once she passes out.
I do, but does it stop me from forcing her to say things to me? No.
I’m thankful my sons were all much easier to change. With them, they only needed to be fed and sheltered. The male changelings don’t go through this… heat when they come out of the initial turning. No, they’re only hungry and want to eat in safety, even if that means decimating an entire village.
Maddox and Caden took out a French coastal village when I turned them. It was purely accidental, but it taught me a very valuable lesson. Make sure there is always food available.
Sure, we want sex after the full turning, but we’re in control of our bodies and minds at that point.
Chloe finishes draining her second human of the night.
I’ve been somewhat successful in getting her to slow her down. Using the bond to slow her roll, as the saying goes. I’m quite sure I’d have a house full of corpses and the Order surrounding surrounding us if I let her do as she wishes.
Growling at the thought, I finish draining the male body I’ve been feeding on.