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had allowed her sister Ariana to take her winter home as they'd needed to
flee from the Turks, thanks to Vlad's involvement in the militia and being
as overprotective as he was.  He wanted both women far from the castle, and
the queen herself was in a completely separate home.  A guard had been set
at each house and with both places being small, it was easy to watch them
completely.  One such guard went by the name of Zelden Finis, a recently
turned young man of about twenty and four - set to the task of guarding
Lady Ariana.  He was tall but not near as much as Vlad - a mere 6'1", and
built like a brick house.  He was muscle from head to toe yet he had a
delicate and almost androgynous face, with beautiful lips and brilliant,
birght red eyes.  His hair was white and rather untamed, flowing down his
back to about his hips before stopping, and he wore a casual white shirt
with a black overcoat.  It was slightly unbuttoned, and his black pants
were torn from running.  He wore boots that were surely black leather, and
a belt with a buckle made of steel.  Cneajna had seen that the man took a
fancy to her sister but paid no mind, mainly because of how she knew him.
He was a quiet man but fiercely dominant as all men in service to the
Dracul family.  He was quiet but calm, and confident in the way that he
glanced over at her every now and then.  It was his job to watch her, and
watch her he would.\par Ariana was entirely too worked up.  She was pacing
back and forth, hands on the sides of her head trying to rub the
frustration out of her temples.  Fleeing into the hills felt wrong, but she
knew Vlad would never allow her on the field.  "I can't stand this. 
Waiting while everyone else is actually fighting for our people.  It makes
me sick to my stomach.  I have no idea if my brothers are alive, or if my
sister is safe....  Argh!" Exasperated, she threw herself down on the
couch. Her body wasn't dressed appropriately for the weather, showing
entirely too much skin.  A few fingers traced over the top of her belt as
she sighed.  "I'm sorry, I know you don't want to hear this..." She spoke
to the silent shadow watching over her in this dark hour.\par Zelden's face
itself was shadowed, but his eyes twinkled surely into a bit of a smirk. 
"You wish you could fight, don't you?" He practically purred, looking her
over for a nanosecond before simply looking her in the eye, unmoving from
his position.  His voice was cool and deep, chilling almost.  Entirely too
deep for how he looked.  "Your sister is strong.  She is safe, and Vlad is
as well.  My job is to keep you safe and I intend to do it, Princess, so no
foolish thoughts of going out there and fighting on your own."\par Those
eyes of hers seemed to light up, the blood of the dragon rebelled against
orders of any kind.  "It's in my nature to fight.  How can you ask a
warrior spirit to sit still like a helpless little girl?" She was up on her
feet again, but this time she was sizing him up.  "What are you going to
do? Stop me?  I could probably take on a whole legion myself." Her finger
curled and uncurled.  She was tense, her blood was hot.\par He could smell
that fiery blood anywhere and he did enjoy the scent, a little too much
perhaps.  His fangs elongated yet he kept a stern and cold expression.  "I
would stop you, and not in the way you'd expect me to," he said, his voice
taking on an odd tone - a salacious one, almost.  He took two steps
forward, letting his visage be seen.  His eyes were amused, his lips kept
straight in an unreadable expression.  He was growing hard at her temper,
though, but thankfully his pants kept her from seeing that much.  "You may
be a warrior spirit but you are a woman.  Unarmored, no weapons, only with
your abilities and even they may not save you from hordes of Turks.  What
do you think they'd do to you if they found you wandering, hmm?  What if
they cornered you and pinned you down?" He suddenly rushed forward, doing
exactly as he described.  She was against the wall and her wrists were
above her head, a very hungry looking guard glaring into her eyes.  "What
could you do now..." He whispered against her ear as her energy seeped into
him, leaving her body.\par There was a small gasp as he took control of
her. She struggled of course, but his body held her in place.  A frustrated
growl fell from her lips as her fangs flashed into sight.  "I don't want to
hurt you.  You know very well how easy it would be for me to sink my teeth
into your throat like this...." The idea of his blood feeding her flooded
her thoughts and distracted her from the rage as it became a dangerous
curiousity.\par He did the strangest thing as she spoke - he grinned.  "Oh,
but you don't know how much I've wanted to taste you...in more ways than
one.." He purred, licking her neck before letting her go and stepping back.
He was rock hard now and his erection strained against his pants, making it
difficult not to pounce her right off the bat.  He'd give her another
chance before he'd do that.  "If you want so badly to sink your teeth in
me, then do it...but I can't promise that you won't be pierced in other
ways.."\par "As you wish." She didn't hesitate, the haze in her eyes
showing the lust was taking hold.  She closed the space between them,
letting a hand rub the strain at the front of his pants.  That moment of
distraction was all she needed to decend upon him.  The other hand grabbed
his hair and yanked it away from her to expose his neck before she chuckled
something low and cruel, a half second's pause to decide just how much of a
mess she wanted to make.  Her teeth found their home in the crook of his
neck and shoulder.\par He seemed surprised at the look in her eyes and even
moreso as her hand rubbed the buldge that had formed in the front of his
pants, making him close his eyes, bare his fangs and groan audibly.  Sweet
shit.  He seemed even more aroused as his hair was grabbed and the feeling
of teeth grazed the crook of his neck, and he felt primal instinct take
over.  In seconds he'd flipped her, pinning her down with a growl as he bit
into her neck and marked her as his prey.  "Mine," he snarled, ripping away
her shirt with his teeth while using his legs and hands to completely pin
her to the floor.  He pressed his hips against hers, letting her feel what
she'd done to him.\par A moan rattled up through her body, a satisfying
sound for him most assuredly.  A wildfire sparked in her, and her body felt
trapped inside her clothes.  The way he held her now...  she almost begged
for more.  The thrill of such a claim was one that no female could resist,
especially a Dracul.  Her nipples stood erect as the air hit them, and the
junction between her legs grew damp as she felt just how much beast was
waiting to rock her world.\par He damn near groaned when he heard that
sound come from her lips, and he knew he'd made the right move.  "Warrior
blood...you are definitely not like other women," he purred as he indeed
forced her legs apart.  His clothes vanished in a wispy smoke that trailed
away, a trademark ability for the Shadowguard, and he in turn held both of
her hands in one single grip as he worked off her top.  His lips found hers
and they were surprisingly soft, tasting robustly of man.\par She melted
into that kiss, something about the flavor of him drew her in and created
an addiction for him.  She kissed back with an eagerness that borderlined
on demanding.  Such a princess.  "And you're not like other men.  Nobody's
ever dared to mount a Dragon...  And nobody has ever made me want it
more..." She pushed her hips up into his, urging him on.\par He smirked
against her lips and gave her a nibble, pushing his tongue past her lips
after she'd finished speaking to tease and flick against hers.  He ran a
single claw along her skirts after her shirt had been torn away and the
cloth split in half, leaving her exposed to him.  He then lowered that
finger and brushed it against her nipple, leaning down and taking the other
into his mouth while the hand that held her wrists kept her pinned.\par Her
pulse went haywire as he showed her body affection that it hadn't felt in
ages.  She whined.  WHINED in need, like a bitch in heat.  "By the divine,
you're going to make me lose my mind..." Her mouth stayed gaping open,
sucking in air in short pants.\par He grinned and almost too quickly he was
between her legs, his tongue flicking along her clit and his hands grasping
and kneading her breasts, twisting her nipples gently.  His tongue drove
deep inside her as he needed to make her wetter, needed to taste her.  He
nearly roared with how hard he throbbed, and she could feel it against her
leg.\par This got her to cry out in pleasure.  A sweet slickness dripped
from her body, all caused by him all for him.  Her body writhed and her
hips bucked.  If his tounge could torment her this much, his heat within
her...  she shivered and moaned lewdly under his oral onslaught.\par Zelden
slowed his torrent of tonguing and groaned, unable to hold himself back any
longer.  He let her hands go in favor of grasping her thighs firmly,
pulling her hips up to his and rubbing torturously against her warmth with
his shaft.  "Tell me what you need, Dragoness," He said, his tone sharp and
commanding.\par Her eyes locked with his.  "I need you.  I know you've
wanted to take me, I can feel it in you...  Take me, and make me
yours."\par He grinned and thrusted forward, pushing an entirety of ten
inches within her wet tightness.\par He was almost too much for her to
take, her walls held tight around his massive girth.  She didn't hold back
as she called out his name.  This felt so right.\par He leaned down and
kissed her then, being a bit gentle as he could see that he may have been
just a bit too hasty.  He rubbed her back and pulled her close, kissing
down her neck to help her relax.  "Easy..easy," he crooned.\par Her
breathing was heavy as she heaved against him, trying to relax as her mind
swam in a sea of hormones.  Her arms found their way around him, as if he
were the only thing that could ground her at the moment.  "What's wrong? 
Don't stop, please..."\par "I'm making sure you're not in pain,
princess...after all, Vlad would have my head if I broke you.." He replied
with a chuckle before he slowly started to move, something of a rocking
motion as he withdrew and pushed into her.  He groaned at her tightness and
pressed his lips to her shoulder, keeping them there as he moved.\par "Gods
no, I'm so alive right now...." She pushed her legs further apart, giving
him a deeper reach as he rocked and soon her body fell into sync with
his.\par He smirked with a feral growl as he pinned her back down, grabbed
her hips firmly and angled himself upward before thrusting hard.  He
started off this deep but slow, groaning in pleasure as he started
pistoning inside of her with a firm grasp on her delicious backside.\par
She let her head fall back, allowing the raw power of him to rock her to
the core.  Her hands went to caress her own breasts, putting on a show for
him as she teased the sensitive flesh.  The mess between them made their
thighs sticky, dripping pure lust onto the floor.  He could see her bite
her own lip, tasting the blood.  Such a tease she was.\par "Ohhhh, ho ho ho
ho..." He chuckled with a snarl as he watched her, seeing how she bit her
lip and caressed her breasts.  He was in awe of her, shocked at how well
she took him in, and he showed his appreciation by angling up toward her
specific spot and starting to rock against it.  His shaft grinded against
that spot continuously without a break, and his torso leaned down to take a
nipple into his mouth.  He wasn't about to let her have all of the fun.\par
Her smaller form fought hard to not be overpowered so easily as she rode
each blissful sensation.  It was a losing battle though, as he had her
totally under his will and command.  It didn't take long before she
submitted.  Her thighs trembled, her belly tensed as her back arched.  Her
walls came crashing down all around him, squeezing as if to milk him of his
seed.  Her head thrashed back and forth, sweat matting her hair to her
skin. The bellow of pleasure echoed on the air as her legs tried to hold on
to his hips to keep him deep within her.\par He nearly roared when he felt
her come so hard and he couldn't fight much longer either, keeping a firm
hold on her hips as he sped up his movements.  He was sweating and panting
as well, silvery hair sticking to her chest as well as his. 
"I...can't...hold on...much longer," he groaned, biting his lip and sinking
the fang in.\par "Give in..." She whispered breathlessly.  "Spill within
me, fill me with your heat.  Claim me, as I know you want to." She body was
oversensitive from the high of her orgasm and his thrusting into her was
beyond words.  She laid beneath him, her body quaking in anticipation as it
threatened to seize and orgasm again.\par He leaned down and kissed her
gently before tossing his head back, his hair flinging up to rest against
his back and out of his face, while his thrusts sped up to the point his
body would have been a blur to anyone else.  He gave a groan and then a
roar as he slammed deep against her spot and released a large amount of his
seed into her warmth, holding her hips there as his fangs bared with the
pleasure.  \par At the moment he gripped her as he did she exploded around
him, her back locked in a blissful state of paralyzation as her muscles
rippled and throbbed wetly to milk him dry.  She could hear him groaning as
well as her own loud cry, and they both collapsed with exhaustion.  \par
Now who was dominating who, she thought with a soft smile as her lack of
energy carried her off into the land of dreams with him wrapped firmly
around her body.  She held his flaccid member deep within her, two joined
as one completely.\par \par }