<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=186175.msg9180210#msg9180210">Quote from: Jane Storm on 11-11-2013, 20:41:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">For those long sweet moments of bliss she indulged in his embrace, in the slowing rhythm of his thrusts. Then Alexa's eyes glowed with a dim light as he spoke once more, seemingly returning to her senses. He did not granted her the pleasure of feeling his release again and this felt like a subtle offense to her, who was used to something altogether different. What reason could the werewolf have for controlling himself like that? In that moment his embrace was enough to soothe her ego, but this was something she won't easily forget, nor forgive. <br/><br/>Her fangs immediately reacted to his words. Of course she was hungry, but more than anything, the sun was about to rise. She needed sleep after this more than she needed to feed. With just as much self control as he proved earlier on, Alexa retracted her fangs and gently pushed him away from her, sliding away from the his embrace and the broken table. Everywhere she looked, there were signs of their aggressive union. "I need to head back to my room first" she said feebly, caressing his cheek. "I cannot stay awake within the day for long..." She wanted to charm him through their locked gazes once more, but she hardly had the strength to stand. What did he exactly do to her? <br/><br/>"This was..." she couldn't find a suitable word for it. His eyes told her that he knew what she was saying even so. "We'll do it again..." she said with confidence, smiling like her usual self. "Tomorrow night, after the ball." First time he caught her off guard. She did not know what to expect, she underestimated him. There won't be a second time, Alexa vowed to herself, despite the other part of her which almost melted at the thought of experiencing what just happened again. She felt uneasy due to conflicting impulses.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The werewolf did not react when the vampiress pushed him away: the touch of her palms on his chest, the delicious feeling that his penis was free again, the feeling of victory in that war were so overwhelming that Alexa could repel him momentarily. Then, Puternic's eyes met Alexa's begging gaze: whatever she was trying to do, it was not working. She was too tired and the rising sun seemed to be draining her forces even more? Was his impression right or was there another cause for her weakness?<br/><br/>"Take it easy, Alexa", Puternic replied, holding her in his arms. "I will take you to your room and get some food for you", he added. In the next moment, his strong arm embraced Alexa's body and carried her out of his small, simple room. Without caring to put on his trousers, he walked all the corridor down to the other side of the Vampire Inn - luckily, no one walked outside. Even if someone had walked, Puternic's utmost confidence would have blatantly ignored whoever could voice a complain against him.<br/><br/>Luckily, everyone feared Alexa so much that the vampiress did not have to care about locking the door. Puternic opened the door and entered her room: actually, he was the first to do that without having been invited by the gorgeous girl. He thought about undressing her. Nevertheless, by that time, she was sleeping so deeply that the werewolf did not dare risk waking her up. He laid Alexa on the Queen size bed, kissed her forefront and whispered.<strong>"Wait for me. I will bring your meal. Better than the stupid gremlins they serve you here"</strong>, he snorted.<br/><br/>In the way back to his room, Puternic could smell a different scent in the air blowing from the outside of the Vampire Inn, which seemed to be familiar. "I think I have already smelled someone like this...this foxy scent is delicious", he muttered to himself. There was no time to waste though. Alexa needed food and as she was in his pack, food had to be provided by the Alpha male. It was in his instincts. In his room, he put on his jeans bermuda, opened the window and jumped onto the floor.<br/><br/>Time to hunt.<br/><br/>Not exactly a hunt. The idea of hunting assumes there is a disadvantage in favour of the predator. There has never been a disadvantage. Whichever prey Puternic decided to go for, it would stand no chance at all. That day, Puternic was hunting something different. He knew that Alexa was a bloodthirsty creature. Nothing better than a human to feed her. It came as no surprise that Puternic was sniffing the air looking for a human who could suit Alexa.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://loreleijames.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/tied-to-a-chair-guy.jpg)</div>After some hours running, Puternic finally found one suitable. He could not be impressive as Puternic - that was actually hard to fin, even though the local gym could supply some meat types. The meal should be easily intimidated and at the same time, tasty for a vampiress. This explains his choice: a nerdy type, wearing glasses, even though he seemed to be fairly well built. Puternic assessed him from far. Slightly overweighted, his shoulders were slightly out of the place. He was far from being a hunchback, but his turtle next showed the man did not care about his posture.<br/><br/><strong>"Come with me"</strong>, Puternic said, gripping the nape of his neck, raising him off ground and running back to the Vampire Inn.<br/><br/><strong>"Let me go"</strong>, the man protested.<strong>"I am Nicusur, son of the leader of the Communist Party".</strong><br/><br/><strong>"My pleasure. I am Nicolae Ceaucescu's last creation"</strong>, Puternic laughed with the hidden irony of his words, ignoring Nicusur's feeble attempts to set himself free.<br/><br/>In time spent to go, he was back, shortly before the sundown. Fearing nothing and no one, he entered the Vampire Inn using the front door: suffering from an unbearable pain, the man renovated his screaming pleadings. It was pointless to resist Puternic's impressive strength. By entering Alexa's room, he threw the man on the floor and stepped on his belly. The fact that Nicusur was still struggling showed his choice had been right: Alexa would have some fun with her food. In no time, Puternic torn his clothes apart and tied the meal to a chair.<br/><br/>"Let me go!!!", Nicusur protested again.<br/><br/>"Shut up", Puternic said, gripping his left hand on Nicusur's throat, nearly asphyxiating him. "You shall stay quiet from now on. If Alexa tells me you woke her up, I will make sure you will suffer more than Prometheus!"<br/><br/>Nicusur easily understood and stayed quiet. Puternic took his glasses from the floor - the lenses were broken - and made him wear them. He took a red marker and wrote in Nicusur's chest.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>"Bucurați-vă de masă. Puternic"</strong></div><br/>Puternic left the room and wondered what he should do next. Still full of energy, he decided it was time to investigate what was going on. He had heard about a ball. He had sniffed a fox lady - was she approaching the Vampire Inn? He had heard some creatures talking. Lots of thing were going to happen that day and Puternic was not yet sure why he was there. This is why he went to the bar, where he found the same bartender as before.<br/><br/>"Please, boy. Bring me some milk!", he happily ordered, pulling a bench to sit.