Ghost was all too happy to oblige his night nymph with more kisses to the neck, nipping her a few times just for fun, before digging his teeth in a little more, doing his best not to break the skin. Plum moaned and shifted under him, her head turning more, as if to offer herself to him. At least, that was how Ghost, his mind clouded by lust and the feeling of her around his member, saw it.<br/>In a swift move, he bit down at the base of her neck, breaking the skin and feeling her warm blood flow into his mouth.<br/>Normally, he might've been repulsed by the coppery taste, and would certainly have been repulsed by the mess it would no doubt make. He had bitten Plum only once before, and hadn't meant to break the skin then, nearly gagging when he tasted blood, then being extremely aroused by Plum's impassioned mewls in reaction to the pain.<br/>That arousal occurred once again, but much more potently, as he'd bitten her on purpose this time, and much deeper. The mark would surely scar, but that was the last thing on the White Wolf's mind, as Plum's pleasured mewls and moans sent him over the edge, and sent his hot seed flowing into her tight hole. He shuddered a few times as he came, feeling the nymph do the same beneath him, and rolled off of her, panting.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>"Now now, Cherry, let's not antagonize our guest." Raz said with an admonishing smile, though his bright pink eyes held a much sterner warning. It was likely he chastised her not because of the woman, but because of her husband. Raz had seen pictures of Silas's handiwork with the vampire hunters, and had no intention of angering someone who could do something so beastly. He flashed a winning smile Kallista's way, noting briefly that, to his credit, Silas only seemed mildly amused by the exchange.<br/>"Kallista, " he said. "I admit I am a bit curious about your past. Forgive my saying so, but you seem to be a delicate woman. Physically, that is. Silas has said you fought at his side for many, many years. What...well, what happened to stop that. It seems as though the two of you would make a wonderful fighting pair." His inquiry was an innocent one, not meant to incite anger, and he tried his best to phrase it that way. Even if Cherry couldn't, Raz could see the fire in the woman's eyes, dim though it was. There was still fight left in her, if his instincts were right.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Having finished breakfast, Kai took a moment to wash his plate and fork, and walked back to his bedroom to change. He undressed with no thought to Mira's presence, changing into a pair of loose white pants of some unknown material that seemed to shimmer as he moved, and a white tank top to match.<br/>"The first thing you have to learn," he called to her. "Is combat. Rule number one is 'never let yourself be disarmed,' but since everyone breaks that rule at one point or another, you have to know how to defend yourself. We'll stop by the sixth floor to get you some training clothes that you like, then it's off to your first training session. Excited?" Mira had come back in the room as Kai talked, and looked, more than anything, unsure. Kai was trying to keep his voice and his mannerisms pleasant. From their last few exchanges, he knew she'd just be hard-headed if he tried to threaten her, so he'd try a different approach. After all, politeness did tend to get one far. Perhaps the lure of shimmery clothes like his would tempt her, or perhaps she had resigned herself to her fate by now.<br/>Kai had to try hard not to laugh at that thought. If there was one thing he appreciated about the human, it was her unshakeable will. She'd not accept this for a while yet, and he hoped sincerely that he wouldn't have to break that will before she did.<br/>His own will had been broken during his training, and it had taken him months to regain some semblance of feeling and personality.<br/>There was something...endearing about Mira, though he had yet to identify what it was.