Of course, he would chide her despite the fact she had just humbled herself before him like never before. Of course, he would seek to rule over her despite the fact she had just ripped her heart open and felt it bleed. If only that were the case, she felt the pain despite it only being emotion. And of course, he would take advantage of her non-verbal declaration, though she could not possibly have foreseen what would follow.<br/><br/>He tore his finger open and her eyes instantly drew to the blood dripping down its length. He didn't need to tell her twice to drink, though her head did pause midway before her eyes rose to his face and then her lips would close around the jagged wound. His blood flowed by he felt the draw increase as she began to suck on it. Her throat closed over and over as she swallowed the blood readily and eagerly. The cut on the back of her lip was long healed by the taste earlier, so it took a few seconds longer for his blood to be absorbed. When it did, her eyes flashed wide open and the moan flowed loudly from her throat. He saw her eyes glaze over before they rolled back and saw her dark lashes flutter all the way closed. The moans had not stopped until he finally had her draw away from the wound.<br/><br/>She longed to touch him, but he had forbidden it. It made Karie wonder what was wrong with him to not allow it, why he kept her so distant. Was he afraid of something? Her tongue licked along the edges of her mouth cleaning any trace of his blood, though she did so tastefully. She was no fiend nor an animal with any of her behavior. However, she had been thirsty. His sample earlier had served nothing but a tease. It was why she felt oh so satisfied in this very moment.<br/><br/>She should have succumbed to the explosion of sensations flowing through her like before, or seek his favor with but another single touch. Instead, her focus was on his words as she felt something rise up inside. It was an odd sensation, his voice echoing in her ears. Galos then told her to speak some words, and she did not disappoint.<br/><br/><div style="margin-left: 20px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"May my life be forfeit below the conqueror's heel. May my service remain loyal and my heart stay true for as long as I draw breathe. May this shell of Terra become a vessel of Tenebrae, emboldened and empowered by the will of my Lord."</span>​</div><br/>The words flowed with such clear voice and conviction that she had to wonder as she realized just what she was saying. Tears pooled and streamed down her cheeks for she was fully handing over her life to him. Whether she lived or died, be it good or terrible, it would now be entirely up to him. She did not ask what the consequences were if she moved to break this vow for the desire for such just was not within her heart. A heart which he continuously broke, just as he did now. He chose to end the life of the girl who had answered his whistle, no doubt consuming the blood to heal his finger.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">For, that's how it worked did it not?</span></i>To hear the other woman's moans and watch his hands upon her... she now understood fully why the servants looked at him the way they did.<br/><br/>She stole her eyes away from the scene and waited for when he gave her permission to rise. There was a bit of waiting before he finally recovered himself and turned back to attend to her.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">'Rise as Elena Tal'ren of House Saryn,'</span></i>he said to her, that had her eyes reopening and lifting once again to behold a face as handsome as his. Did she know the feeling roaming inside was the seal of the pact? His blood no longer created a frenzy within her but a depths of devotion and a link that opened her up to him in every possible way she could not imagine.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">He renamed me? At least its a pretty name... </span></i>She rose to her feet before him, not bothering to brush off the front of the gorgeous dress just yet. His voice beckoned her forward to stand close but not touch. Color had returned to her face and skin and slowly, his blood began to bring her body back to blooming health.<br/><br/>There was so much to ask him, but her lips did not move save to portray a quieted smile. There was no need to pretend any more as her chin lowered down but her eyes smiled mischievously.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3"> <i>Maybe he's just a germ freak....</i></span>