Vorrik's fingers tapped an impatient rhythm on the countertop as he glared at the flustered Nocturne clerk who was struggling to locate his name in the guest book. 'Incompetent fool,' he thought, his annoyance growing by the second. The clerk's hands trembled, their breath hitched as they frantically flipped through the pages, their eyes darting nervously to Vorrik's stern expression. It was clear that they were unaccustomed to dealing with someone of Vorrik's stature and demeanor, and the pressure was mounting.
"Why are you so inept?" Vorrik growled, his golden eyes flashing with irritation. "Do you not understand the concept of customer service? I have no time to waste on your incompetence." The clerk's brow glistened with sweat, their fingers scrambling across the pages in a desperate attempt to locate the correct entry. Vorrik's impatience was palpable, his aura exuding an air of power and dominance.
Finally, with a stuttered apology, the clerk located Vorrik's name and bowed their head, offering a meek apology. Vorrik's eyes narrowed, his gaze unwavering as he snatched the key from the clerk's trembling hand. "You're fortunate that I'm in a generous mood," he said, his voice laced with contempt. "Otherwise, you'd be out of a job by sunrise." The clerk nodded, their eyes downcast, grateful for Vorrik's apparent mercy.
Without another word, Vorrik turned and ascended the stairs, his long blue-black hair swaying behind him. His boots clicked on the stone steps, each click echoing his growing anticipation. He could smell her distinctive peony scent wafting from the room, mingled with a hint of arousal that sent a thrill through his body. His heart quickened as he approached their sanctuary, his mind already drifting to the pleasures that awaited him.
Unlocking the door, Vorrik's senses were immediately assaulted by the sound of running water and her soft, breathy sighs. A dark grin spread across his face as he realized she couldn't wait for their reunion. He made his way to the bathroom, his golden eyes glinting in the dim light. His appearance was ruggedly handsome, his face framed by his long, blue-black hair tied back in a ponytail, and his skin roughened by a day's worth of stubble.
Vorrik adjusted the collar of his white dress shirt and slowly unbuttoned his black suit jacket, his clawed hands reaching for the cold water tap. He splashed his face, the water invigorating him and washing away the fatigue from his recent journey. His eyes closed momentarily as he savored the sensation, his mind already drifting to the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingers.
Vorrik's cock twitched with anticipation as he sensed her arousal heightening. With a swift movement, he turned and pulled open the shower curtain, his eyes taking in the sight before him. Her silvery-blue hair clung to her breasts as they heaved with each moan and thrust of her fingers. Her blue-green eyes locked with his, a silent invitation that sent a jolt of desire through him.
She spread her legs wider, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she offered herself to him. Vorrik's sharp fangs glinted in the light, his own desire mirrored in her eyes. He stepped into the shower, his clothes falling to the floor, and joined her under the warm spray. She purred, reaching out to stroke his length before pulling him fully into the stall with her.
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Vorrik's breath hitched as he felt her lips wrap around him, her tongue teasing and tasting. He growled, his control slipping as he wanted to thrust into her mouth, to claim her fully. But he restrained himself, his hands tangling in her hair as he urged her to take more of him. She complied, her pace slow and agonizing, her mouth enveloping him until he touched the back of her throat.
He began to rock his hips, fucking her mouth as she gagged and moaned around him. Their encounters were always intense, fueled by a raw, primal desire that consumed them both. Vorrik growled her name, his thrusts becoming faster as his climax approached. She was his plaything, and she reveled in pleasing him.
Vorrik grunted, pulling her close as he felt his release building. Her throat constricted around him, milking every drop as he came. He turned off the water and carried her to the bed, her body still trembling with desire. He laid her face-down on the pillows, his own body demanding release. He slapped her ass playfully, his claws digging into her silky skin, leaving marks that would bruise and bloom by morning.
Vorrik thrust into her with force, her nails digging into the sheets as she begged for more. Her cries filled the room, her body shaking as she reached her peak. He owned her in that moment, her pleasure intertwined with his. Her eyes rolled back, her nipples brushing the sheets, sending shivers down her spine. She reached down, rubbing herself as he filled her, her body trembling with the force of her release.
"Vorrik, please," she begged, her voice raspy from her cries. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from her passionate nibbling. Vorrik pulled her close, kissing her deeply before pressing her back down onto the bed. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he continued to thrust, his claws digging into her back, marking her as his.
He was rough, and she loved it. Her mind clouded with lust, her body on fire, her heart racing. She could feel him pounding into her core, his hips slapping against her ass. Her moans filled the room as she screamed his name, her legs wrapping around his waist. The way he growled in her ear sent shivers down her spine, igniting her body with desire.
She came again, her legs shaking, her body pleading for release. Vorrik showed no signs of stopping, his own need for her intensifying. He flipped her onto her back, her body trembling, her eyes glassy as she teetered on the edge of consciousness. Vorrik gripped her hips, pulling her closer, her ankles resting on his shoulders. She moaned, her hand brushing his cheek, her thumb caressing his bottom lip.
He pulled her off the bed and carried her to the bathroom, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. She blushed as she caught sight of her reflection—her hair a mess, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, and her body marked with the evidence of their passion. He set her down on the counter and turned on the shower, his hand trailing along her thigh. "That was intense," she whispered, her eyes flicking to the deep furrows on her body. "Maybe a little too rough." Vorrik's eyes narrowed, his expression hardening at the implication.
"You agreed to be mine," he said, his tone cold. "You know what I am, what I crave. Don't pretend you don't enjoy it." She looked at him with a mix of concern and desire, her body responding to his dominant tone. "Of course, Master," she purred, pressing herself against him. But he pulled away, his eyes flashing with irritation. "I won't be staying long," he said, his voice distant. "I have business to attend to." She scoffed, her frustration evident. "You could've at least stayed to hold me. Are you sure you're not—" "Don't question me," he snapped. "I'll contact you when I want you again." With that, he pulled on his clothes and left, his boots echoing on the stone floor. She sighed, her brows furrowed, as she turned off the shower and began to heal her wounds.