It had been a month since Auric had liberated the people of his city from the clutches of those that would have made them slaves. His sense of pride in the people was swelling by the day. The first week they were in the city consisted of the women getting their bearings and finding niches in workloads. Luckily, all of the women were relatively able-bodied, and came from a diverse background of tradesmen and fallen noble families, at least on the human side. The monster women were jack-of-all-trades. The Orc women were prolific hunters, and the troll woman was a boon for repurposing and rebuilding houses to fit their new occupants. The Elves were master carpenters, and the way they shaped the wood sang to a part of Auric he didn't know existed. He joined the women when he had the time, and became fast friends with them while they worked. The Dwarf women worked stone in ways that baffled him, and they brew a strong ale that knocked Auric on his ass the one time he tried it. They called it "Dragon's Breath," and it lived up to its name, as he felt like he could breathe fire after.
After settling into their respective places, Auric noticed that a melancholy started to slowly settle in over the women that didn't have a set place. The half-breeds, his kin. They weren't accepted by either of their blood. It irked him that even here, where a half-blood had given them a place to live and hopefully thrive, they would still be outcasts. These women needed to belong, or sooner rather than later schisms in his populace would evolve into rifts that would be insurmountable. Unfortunately, Auric had been an outcast his whole life and didn't know what to do. This problem would have to be something that he would need to come back to soon.
Mae approached him while he pondered the issue, startling him when she wrapped her arm over his shoulder casually. She'd been growing closer physically since the rescue and took it as a sign that she was growing more comfortable in his presence, enough to touch him casually. She leaned her head over his shoulder slightly, looking to see what he was staring at so intently, then realized he was just thinking. She didn't let go of him, instead, she seemed to relax into him more, her side coming more into contact with his. Her perfume wafted up, and Auric took in the familiar scent, distracting his thoughts. She smelled of lavender and honey, enticing but not overpowering. Her fingers started tracing the base of his skull, where his hair met his neck. It was soothing, and he knew he wouldn't get his train of thought back anytime soon. The beautiful vampire knew exactly what she was doing, and had likely been at it for hundreds of years to unsuspecting men.
"Auric," she cooed in his ear, "I need something from you."
It clicked then. He knew exactly what she was referring to. Blood. The touching, the casual flirting, all of it came to this moment. Auric sighed, he'd expected this to happen sooner or later. Vampires can only feed on the blood of the opposite sex. Something about corrupting their bloodline if they did. He'd expected her to travel to one of the border villages and spend time at the inns there like she surely had since she'd taken station here. Maybe find an unsuspecting young virgin unused to the wiles of women, thinking she wanted him, not the life force pumping through his veins.
"You'll not find me easy prey, Mae." He shrugged her arm off his shoulder and stood.
"Prey?" She said indignantly. "I've never looked at you as prey." She pouted, her blood-red lips shimmering in the light of the candles. The gloss she sused never seemed to diminish, and it pulled at his primal instinct to kiss those full lips. With effort, he pulled his eyes away.
"Aren't all living men nothing but prey to you?"
"Some, for certain," She trailed off for a moment, "But you are Chosen. You are to be the new father, the protector. I could never see you as prey. Hells, someday I'll likely be worshiping you like the All-Mother says the rest of the world will, in time." Auric caught no hint of deception, nor her seductive skill in these words. Contemplative, he motioned to his chambers behind the throne.
"In private then, I've heard stories of the feeding lust. Can't have you trying to ravage me in the throne room."
As he entered the room, Auric looked over to the bassinet that normally held Garon. One of the Orc women in the city had taken over the care of the child, and he missed the little orc boy. He saw him daily, and he had just recently started walking. He felt like a proud father, even though he'd only known the boy for a little over a month. This train of thought derailed when Mae wrapped her arms around him from behind. He felt her ample chest press against his back, supple and warm even through his tunic. Her breathing was heavy and he could sense the lust in her without seeing her.
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"Go ahead, but don't take too much, I have my sigil in hand and will use it to pry you off of me." With a gasp and a shiver, he felt her needled teeth sink into his neck, going for the large vessel where his neck met his shoulder. A euphoria unlike anything Auric had ever experienced tore through his mind. Seconds stretched to minutes, hours, and days, as the bliss enveloped him. He fell into his memories, to the night he first made love to a woman. She was the bartender's daughter, barely 20 winters old, and she wanted the prestige of bearing a Paladin's child. He remembered just how soft she was, how intense her eyes were as she rode him to her climax over and over. The sensation of her hips thrusting down into his, the wetness of her sex, his explosive climax deep inside her. It awoke something in him that he hadn't felt since he'd returned home from the order almost a year before the massacre. He was filled with desire, and his instincts took over. Coming out of his stupor, he pried Mae off with his neck, and it took surprisingly little effort. He was surprised to find that she was as naked as the day she was born, her large breasts defying gravity, being as perky as they were for as large as they were. Her pale nipples were firm, and he could see the animalistic lust in her eyes, hunger for him consuming her thoughts.
It didn't take long for Auric to drop his clothes to the floor, but it was almost too long for Mae, who began to tear at the belt holding his tunic in place. His trousers came off with the same alacrity, but less tearing of leather, his manhood springing to attention as soon as the constriction of the trousers was gone. That was all the invitation that Mae needed, and her mouth consumed his tip immediately. He moaned blissfully as she began to work her way slowly to the bottom, taking more and more of him with each bob of her head. She reached her hand up and ran it along his muscular stomach, moaning along with him, intensifying the sensation. Just as he thought he was going to erupt into her eager mouth, she pulled away, spit and other fluids connected in a string to her enticing lips.
"Sit, male," she commanded. He did so, almost unaware that he had moved. She moved up to straddle him, her womanhood bare and glistening. His cock wasn't anything impressive, at least he thought, but the gorgeous woman seemed to have difficulty with him entering. He knew he was as hard as he'd ever been in his life, and maybe that improved size, but he was enjoying the sight. Her sighs and moans as she lowered herself onto him brought his sexual tension to the maximum. She'd finally managed his whole length and started to bounce and grind on him. All-Mother's tits, he wasn't going to last long with this woman, he could already feel himself starting to climax. He brought his thoughts in and focused on controlling his body. That helped some. He let her ride him for a few minutes, teetering dangerously on the edge of eruption. When he noticed that she was getting close, her breaths coming more ragged, and her wordless exclamations becoming more frequent, he started to thrust along with her rhythm, bringing her over the edge with a throaty moan. She started kissing his neck, purring from the aftermath of her orgasm, when he rolled her over onto the bed. She smiled up at him, her body eager to be one with his again.
"Come to me, my male," She beckoned with her long fingers. He didn't need a second spurring. He lowered himself onto her, entering her in one smooth motion, and set to pleasuring her all over again. Auric finally got his feet under him, metaphorically, and managed to last another half hour before he couldn't take it anymore. Mae had started kissing his wrist and moaning in the throes of orgasm when she bit into the vein there. The euphoria tore through him again, and with it, so did his orgasm. The combined ecstasy was almost more than he could handle, and he was locked in place, spurting his seed deep into Mae. He hadn't had time to remove himself, and as soon as he came down, he felt immediate embarrassment.
"I'm sorry Mae, I was so out of it when you bit me. Please forgive me." He felt ashamed, he'd broken the unspoken agreement of first-time lovers, never release inside.
"Feel no shame, Chosen, I am blessed with your seed, and will do my best to bring a strong child into the world."
Confusion muddled his ability to think, along with the post-ejaculation endorphins. Vampires are undead, and they can't bear children, which is why they need to turn humans into Vampires. Mae giggled at his consternation.
"Chosen, you are the New Father. Your seed is strong and blessed by the All Mother, and will be able to help any race bring about children. Including races like vampires."
He felt like he'd been punched in the gut. He knew he'd have children someday, it was his duty as a Paladin of Nateth to bring strong children into the world. He just didn't think it would be so... soon. He had things to do, and people to protect now. And Mae was his strongest ally so far, her being with child would prevent her from assisting him, especially in combat. He was thinking too deeply about it and could see that Mae was basking in the warmth he'd given her. She did seem to glow now. Perhaps his blood did her some good. Sighing, he lay next to her on the bed. She curled into him, her body soft against his. He'd never experienced anything like this. He felt the joy of a new lover, and the exhaustion, melt into warm contentment as he drifted to sleep with Mae laying her head on his chest. Her breathing slowed with his, and he dreamed about his future. He dreamt of hope, love, and peace. He laughed at a thought as he fell asleep. Mae had worshiped him sooner than she thought.