His mate (open)

She whimpers as she watches him licking the blood, she wondered how she tasted, surely not as appatising as a fully human girl... Her eyes watch him it was something she had wondered about many times before.

But those thoughts are soonb forgotten as he gives her the attention she had been craving, she didn't care about his teeth or him biting her as she gets closer to orgasm, she could only pray he wouldn't stop.

"Oh she cries out as she throws her head back, allowing the pleasure to overtake her.... She barely feels it as his teeth bite through the tender flesh, if anything it only intensified what she was feeling.

But as she comes down she notices he's still drinking, her body feeling weaker and she did not like it, her eyes lock on him, she can see the bright red blood on the corner of his lips.
 
Heinrich drank deeply from Lyla, the mixture of bloods, vampiric and human, a cocktail while rare was worth the century or two between finding one that had lived long enough to become an adult. Most cannibalized their host before birth, ultimately killing themselves as well.

He could hear her heart's palpitations grow weaker and weaker. Reluctantly, Heinrich let go, stopping his feeding prior to her death. "You will be weak for days, Lyla. You must rest, and gain your strength."

Heinrich removed the manacles holding her to the wooden frame. Lifting her easily, Heinrich carried her a floor below to a secure room. Bars covered the one window, the shutters nailed shut. "A guard will be stationed outside the door. Though I doubt very much you have the strength, do not attempt to escape."

Laying her upon the the duvet covering the four poster bed, Heinrich sat in the chair facing her.
 
For a moment, barely even a second it crossed Lyla's mind that he may drain her completly, but those thoughts quickly pass as she manages to focus on his eyes, Heinrich was many things, but she trusted him, it was sad but true, she did.

However her eyes were starting to close, her body weak from all of the blood he was taking from her, she felt completly lifeless. Just before she passes out she stops, she feels his teeth sliding out of her thigh making her wince, but sheb did not have the energy to protest.

She doesn't say or attempt to do anything as Heinrich carries her to the bed, she had a feeling he liked her like this, that he liked her weak, otherwise why would he drain her so close to death.

She doesn't say anything as she just lays there, however her mind is running over the situation, she turns her head, her blurry vision landng on Heinrich, she needed some comfort.

"Lay with me" she whispers so quietly that a human would surely not be able to hear. It was not often Lyla initiated contact with him, but she needed it now.
 
Heinrich looked at Lyla a moment before responding. "Your manners are atrocious, Lyla. 'Lay with me, please,' may get the requested action. The declarative simply cannot be acceded."

Heinrich stood and strolled to the foot of the bed and paused. His eyes flicked from Lyla toward the door. He paused considering his words carefully, "Lyla, there is great potential here. For you and I. But for many reasons it simply has to be my way."

He turned fully toward her, "There are things that I have to do tonight, and cannot delay them too much longer. They would have been done already but I had to stop you from running away."

The exasperation fluttered across his face as he muttered, "Again."

His face set as he said, "Think about what this 'freedom' you seek may gain you. Think about what staying here with me will gain you."
 
Lyla could barely focus on anything that he was saying, her mind was too far gone, it was always like this, for the first few hours, she didn't mind him drinking from her, in all honesty it was quite a pleasurable experience, but not when he almost drained her, that made her weak and in a place crawling with vampires that terrified her; not that she believed he would ever let any harm come to her.

She can hear him lecturing her, but it was nothing she hadn't heard before, she didn't know why she kept doing it, when she was here she longed for her freedom and when she had freedom she longed for Heinrich even though he probably wouldn't admit it, she knew that it hurt him when she ran away.

"Heinrich" she whispers quietly, the urge to sleep growing strong inside her, after her sleep she would feel better.

"Lay with me...please" putting extra emphasis on the please, her hand pats the bed beside of her, wondering if he will allow her this one small thing.
 
Heinrich looked at Lyla, his eyes held a softness that rarely came forth and he whispered, "Good girl."

He walked around the bed and seemed to float across her body before settling beside her. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled Lyla close, tucking her head into the crook of his shoulder. His free hand caressed her face gently as his right hand stroked the small of her back.

He lay with her, whispering sweet poems of bygone days of things he would never see again until she slept. Kissing the top of her head, Heinrich slipped from the bed with out disturbing her, locking the door as he left.
 
Lyla smiles as he gives into her request, she longed for this affection and if she was honest she would like it a lot more, but she knew that he was not that kind of man, he rarely showed his emotions, but maybe that would change if she showed him that she was more commited, if she stopped trying to leave.

She forgets her worries as he lies next to her, she smiles brightly as she feels him stroking her body, she shivers and leans in closer to him. His voice soothing her completly and she feels her body begining to relax.

She enjoyed moments like that. Her eyes begin to flutter closed. "Don't go" are her final words before she falls into a deep sleep, but of course she knows that he will.

When Lyla wakes a good ten hours later, she is alone, however she is feeling slightly better and a bit stronger. Lyla pulls herself up, walking slowly towards the door, she tries it but it is locked.

"Let me out" she commands as she bangs on the door gently.
 
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