<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">What he wants... </span></i>Well that was quickly understood by the greed of his hands and the position he set her body into. He seemed like a fiend and needed to devour at least a portion of her. Fear sprung up quickly when he mentioned her blood again. This man could easily kill her if he tried to drink any more, though she realized he also wanted something more. She shivered and tried to angle her neck away when his mouth drew towards its length. Was this going to be the end for her? She felt the tips of his fangs and whimpered softly as they dragged deliciously down to her shoulder before she felt him kiss her skin. A deep breath was released as the bite never came, but it felt so intimate that this entire situation confused her.<br/><br/>He kept running hot and cold, and right now he acted like a furnace. Her body slumped back until she hit the floor. No, there was nothing romantic about this. Karie now realized that this urge was far more than just wanting to drink her blood and he was going to take her again like before. She had wanted that, back in her office. It had been like a moth drawn to a flame, the other end of a magnet the way she had barely contained her own desires. Now, she barely felt the connection after all he'd put her through.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">It could always be worse... he could have turned you into one of those smiling idiots walking around.</span> </i>Her mind was uncaring and not very nice to her right now. She lay there, watching him remove his clothing and feeling this pit in her belly grow. Why was this happening to her? Oh right... some weird bloodline theory. Although, the proof of his words may have something to do with the urgency of his actions.<br/><br/>She'd tried to push him down and away with her knees, ending up only rubbing her legs against his sides. Her butt wiggled on the carpet with an attempt to inch herself up and distance herself from him. His hand upon her had made that impossible. How could someone be that strong with so little effort? Part of her mind was still in denial over everything. Somewhere, deeply being shoved back, was the thought that the dream would end and she would wake up back in her bed. That's when he invaded her body and shoved himself all the way into her.<br/><br/>Karie cried out as the feeling was not tender. The pain of being pinned down so quickly and with such force had her body bucking in protest beneath him. She went to slap and claw at him as he didn't stop. His hips rose and slammed his full length back into her, sliding her on the carpet to give her a burn that stung. It was so minor compared to feeling vulnerable when he grabbed her wrists before she could try any damage and pulled him above her. She felt the carpet against the back of her hands and tried to twist her wrists free. Impossible. He then really started.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"Galos!" </span>she screamed out his name before more cries of pain and protest followed. This shouldn't be happening. He fucked her because he thought she was his. Her body took his efforts and almost encouraged him when she tightened and lay there. Karie closed her eyes shut and took it, took his ego and his lust unable to do anything else. At least she'd grown wet to help ease the sting of his eagerness. It wasn't like she couldn't<i>not </i>respond for her body seemed to enjoy how deep he penetrated, the pain simply a reflection to the inner turmoil. Her breasts bounced, perky while roughly continued forgetting she was human. Karie could only pray it didn't last long so any bruising might begin to heal. Afterwards... she would get her revenge.