Isolde knew that dynamic spells ramped up her libido and knew that a lesser man would give in to her demand but would never call on her again. She knew that by experience. Still....<br/><br/>As Isolde savored the passion, a part of her mind wondered if this was  why she was drawn to vampires. They understood the single minded focus on satisfying burning hunger with no regret for the consequences. She was powerful and needed a powerful man whose powerful essence could feed her.<br/><br/>Stroke after stroke as passion built , Isolde clutched at Malachai, both of them crying out simultaneously. She rode wave after wave  of climax when suddenly he pulled her to his chest, positioning her for a bite.<br/><br/>In a flash, she rolled off him, raging with regret.<br/><br/>"Stop, not yet." she panted.<br/><br/>Malachai's fangs were extended fully. My, he was an old vampire. They always had the biggest ones, fangs that is.<br/><br/>"We get this far and you tell me to stop?" he panted, his eyes turning red. "There is a point of no return."<br/><br/>"My blood. You saw what it did to the dragon. My blood is poison. I don't want to kill you." Isolde said, inching back toward him. "There is a spell but it only works on one special person. I have tried to use it before but he once he fed from me, he died a horrid death. I have to make sure. I want to  make sure. there is nothing I would like better than to feel you deep inside me, taking me into you. I want to feel the penetration in my vein."<br/><br/>Malachai nodded slowly and sheathed his fangs. He reached for her and pulled her back into bed.<br/>"Then we will have to spend more time here, my sweet."<br/>"