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Perique sprinted out of the castle gates, her hooves booming like thunder across the drawbridge for a few long strides before her wings came open and she took to the sky. Flame had said he'd only give her a count of ten from the gates, and she wasn't going to make catching her too easy for him. So rather than staying on foot she flew, looking to get a little distance.

She glanced behind, and could just make out a black and white form atop the battlements. She could get distance this way, but he'd be able to see where she went, so she'd have to land eventually if she wanted to try and break her trail. That would come when it came. For now she pumped her wings and concentrated on speed. There was a grin on her face as she raced away from the castle. This was going to be a hell of a lot of fun!

The moon was gibbous in a clear sky, casting bright shadows on the land below. It might have been still fairly dark to a normal pony's eyes, but Perique was a thestral, and moonlight was more than enough for her to see her way. Another glance behind showed that Flame was on the wing too, and coming up fast, broad white wings beating almost in a blur. She would have to go to ground fast.

Her eyes scanned the forest below, and swiftly found a break in the canopy. She folded her wings and dove for it. She was no Wonderbolt, but she managed a perfect snap-landing in the little clearing, opening her wings and spilling momentum at just the right time. She hit the ground running and took off among the trees. It was no longer possible to look back and see her pursuer, and hopefully that meant he could no longer see her, either. Her warm brown coat blended better into the autumn wood than his black and white colors, so she might have the advantage there. Yet she had a feeling that escape wouldn't be that easy.

After all, she was being chased by a vampire. A real vampire. An actual, undead, supernatural being, who would be far faster, stronger, and more capable than his appearance suggested. That thought was downright intoxicating. This wasn't just role playing, though it was that too. It wasn't just fantasy, it was also amazingly real.

With her pulse pounding perhaps a little faster than her exertions could explain, she ran amid the trees. But as she left the clearing and the forest grew denser, she had to slow her pace. A headlong run might result in breaking a leg, which would definitely put a damper on the evening. She didn't want that.

When she'd gotten some distance from the clearing she looked back, and to her surprise she saw a pale form moving behind her, far closer than she'd expected. Her heart jumped. If she didn't move faster, he was going to catch up quick. She jumped a fallen log and found herself on a thin thread of a trail. She turned and cantered along it, going as fast as she dared. She was panting fast, her heart pounding, and every time she glanced back over her shoulder, Flame was still there, still gaining.

Suddenly the trail let out into a broad meadow, and Perique nearly cursed. He'd catch up to her for certain! She couldn't double back, and taking to the air would only make her more visible. Maybe she could just plain outrun him. It didn't seem likely, but she began to gallop, tall grass whipping against her legs as she ran over the open space.

Rapid hoofbeats sounded behind her, coming up fast. To hell with keeping out of sight, she decided, she could lose him later, now she just needed to get away. Her wings snapped open, but before she could even begin to beat them she felt a hard yank as Flame bit her tail, just at the dock, and hauled her to a sudden halt, his hooves digging into the dirt, finding enough purchase to yank her almost off her own hooves entirely. Just like that he was on her, his forelegs wrapping around her, pulling her down to the ground. She squealed, kicking, her wings flailing, but that accomplished nothing at all, and next thing she knew she was pinned beneath him.

Perique heaved, still struggling. She was not going to make this that easy! Then Flame bit the nape of her neck, hard, and she gasped, going still. He lay still atop her too for a long moment, holding the nape of her neck in his teeth. She felt hyper-aware of everything, of the feeling of grass beneath her, of the weight of his body atop her, of the rapid rhythm of her panting, and of the fact that he wasn't breathing at all. Oh sweet stars. A shudder went through her. He bit a little harder, making her gasp, though he didn't quite break the skin. Then he let go. "There we are, my dear. Don't fight, it will be easier for you if you don't fight. Besides you know you want it."

She tossed her head. "No!"

"Oh yes." He ground his hips against her rump, and she could feel a hardness through the fabric of his pants. "You're going to lift your tail for me like the little slut you are."

Her breath caught, but she shook her head. "No, please... Let me go!"

"Hah. No, I don't think so. I've caught you, you're mine now." He nipped her ear, hard, and she let out a completely undignified squeak of surprise. He chuckled and pushed himself up off of her, though one of his front hooves remained on her withers, keeping her pinned. She tried to rise all the same, scrambling to get her hooves under her, but he shoved down hard with a low growl. "No! Stay put, or I'll make this worse than it has to be."

She gave a little shiver at the tone of his voice and the strength of his shove. He might be a little shorter than she, but that didn't seem to matter at all. Then another shiver went through her as she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone.

"Oh stars... Please, no..."

"Oh yes." He was atop her again, his body pressing down on hers, and she could feel the hard length of his cock now prodding at her rump. He was otherwise still clothed, and that made her suddenly oddly aware of her own nakedness, in a way she seldom had been before. It was a strangely vulnerable feeling.

His cock prodded lower, beneath her tail, and she could feel slick pre-cum smearing across her. He pushed forward, sliding between her legs, his length rubbing her balls, making an involuntary moan escape her.

"You like that, don't you, little slut?" His voice was darkly amused and he nipped her ear again, lightly this time. "You want me to take you, don't you?"

"N-no," she stammered, shaking her head, but her own cock was hard beneath her, despite her protests. She gasped as he pulled his hips back slightly and pushed his cock beneath her tail again, the head of it pressing against her entrance firmly. He rocked his hips just a little, bumping against her, rubbing his pre on her and making her squirm with need.

"You want me, don't you?" he said in her ear.

She shivered and shook her head. "N-no. Let me go, please."

"Don't tell lies, slut. You want me. You know you want me. Admit it." He pushed a little harder, the head of his cock starting to spread her just a little, but then he stopped there, not quite within her. "Well?"

"I..." Perique was panting frantically, almost hyperventilating. She did want him, desperately, but somehow saying so seemed impossible.

"Do you want it, little slut? Say yes. Tell me you want it and I'll give it to you."

"I... I..."

"Well? You'd better want it, or I'll tear your throat out."

Her heart skipped a beat and she shuddered then gasped out, "Yes! Please!"

"Good slut," he said and pushed in, sinking the head of his cock into her. She caught her breath sharply, then let out a long, low moan as he continued, slowly driving his cock into her, relentlessly continuing until every last inch of it was buried within. "There, that's what you wanted, isn't it?" He ground his hips against hers, and she moaned helplessly, filled with the pleasure of his cock within her. "Isn't it?" he repeated, demanding an answer.

"Oh... y-yes..."

"Mmm. You make a good fuck toy. You'll make a better dinner when I'm done. I might even let you live so I can play with you later."

Perique whimpered, still breathing fast, then moaned again as he started thrusting. It was a slow, almost leisurely motion, and Flame nipped her ear again and said, "I'm going to take my time with you, sweet little fuck toy. I'm going to be sure I've used you all up before I drain you." He nipped down from her ear, along the side of her neck while he thrust slow and deep, his front hooves gripping her shoulders, holding her in place as he took her.

Soon he began to thrust faster, each stroke still hard and deep, pounding her in earnest. His wings were spread now, and hers twitched as she moaned and writhed under him. His strokes grew rougher, and there was pain with the pleasure, but that was exciting too, and only made her moan louder.

With a low, primal growl he nipped the side of her neck, harder now, his cock slamming into her fast and deep. She clenched down on it, whimpering and moaning in pleasure and pain so completely intertwined that she hardly knew what she was feeling. All she knew was that he was taking her with animal passion and she wanted nothing more than to be so taken.

"Uhn... So close... Fuck..." Flame's strokes grew even faster, no longer pulling all the way back, but pounding in short, jerky motions, and then she felt his cock flaring within her, stretching her out as he slammed in hard one final time and came, his wings spreading wide as he let out one final grunt of pleasure. Thick spurts of cum shot into her, filling her, and she cried out as she felt it within her, almost overcome with bliss.

The last spurts of Flame's seed shot into Perique as he made a final short thrust, and then they were both still for a long moment. As Perique started to catch her breath, Flame shifted slightly, no longer relaxed, once again holding her tight. He bent his head and nipped the side of her neck, and she felt herself tense too, the afterglow of having been so wonderfully used drowned out in a flood of adrenaline-fueled anticipation.

"You made a good toy," murmured Flame in her ear, his voice roughened with passion, "Now let's see if you make a good meal. But don't worry, I won't drain you all the way dry. You've been too much fun for me to kill you now." He nipped again, harder, until Perique whimpered, a soft whining sound of both pain and desire. Then, with his cock still buried in her, he bit down hard, sinking his fangs in.

She let out a gasping cry, then moaned as he pressed his muzzle to the bite marks and began to drink. It felt wonderful. There was a stinging pain as he sucked at her neck, but mostly there was the awareness of what he was doing, of the complete and utter control he had over her. He could, as he'd threatened, drain her dry. He could kill her on a whim, and that knowledge, coupled with the trust that he would not, was intoxicating far beyond all reason. She was completely within his power, at her mercy, and as he took her life's blood into him, she moaned repeatedly, losing herself in it finally, aware of nothing else but the feel of his lips on her neck and his cock still within her.

A small eternity later he finally lifted his head. He climbed off of her and she heaved a sigh, letting her head fall to lie flat on the grass. She probably had grass stains all over her, but that was a small price to pay.

Flame smiled down at her, the sense of danger he'd held only moments ago evaporating. "How are you feeling?"

"Mmm. Well used."

He laughed. "That sounds like you mean it in a good way."

"Oh yes. That was marvelous."

"Good! I enjoyed myself too." His smile grew a little sly. "You do make a very good fuck toy."

Perique felt herself blushing, which was completely absurd. Her tufted ears flicked, but she smiled. "I suppose that's a good thing."

"Yes indeed. Very much so." He bent and nuzzled her ear lightly. "But I imagine you're pretty worn out, and I should take care of those bite marks. I was a little rougher this time, they're not quite as tidy as the last set."

"Indeed." Perique gathered her hooves under her and heaved herself upright. She wobbled just a bit, unsteadily.

"Allow me." Flame was beside her, supporting her, and then, before she quite realized what he was going to do, he'd picked her up in his forelegs, balancing on his hind hooves as he opened his wings. She squeaked in surprise, wanting to protest. She was far too large for him to be carrying around like that. But then he leaped and his wings caught the air, beating hard, bearing him skyward before she could organize her words to insist her put her down. "You're in no shape to be walking all the way back to the castle," he said as he began winging his way back the way they'd come.

"Thanks," she said, giving in to the inevitable reality, and rested her head against his shoulder.

It didn't take long to return to the castle, and once there he carried her down to one of several lavish bathing rooms. It wasn't quite as relentlessly red as the rest of the castle's decor, but there were still red accents strewn here and there. The tub was white enamel, though it stood on clawed feet, and the taps filled it quickly with steaming hot water. Flame helped Perique into the tub, and chose a soothing herbal scent from a selection of little jars in a cabinet beside it.

She lay back in the warm water with a sigh. The tub was huge, and she floated in it as if in a little pool all her own. The aches and bruises she hadn't even noticed during the hunt were soothed away in the hot, fragrant water.

"Here, I need to clean out the bite marks," said Flame, approaching the tub with a cotton swab. Perique nodded and braced herself. She gave a little hiss as he applied the alcohol-soaked swab to the twin fang marks in her neck. It stung quite a lot. But it was also over swiftly, and she sank back into the water with a sigh, relaxing once more. A moment later she felt something shift, the water rising around her, and opened her eyes to find that Flame had shed his clothes and was climbing into the tub with her. It was certainly big enough for two, so she simply smiled at him as he situated himself beside her.

He reached out and picked up a brush from an array of implements set on the cabinet beside the tub and wordlessly began brushing out Perique's mane. It had indeed gotten quite tangled as they'd played, and she closed her eyes and let him, sighing softly as he carefully worked the tangles from the wet hair.

After he finished brushing her mane, she rolled over, resting her chin on the edge of the tub, and swished her tail in the water. He chuckled softly and took the hint, working the brush through her tail as well. He took his time, being gentle, not merely tugging the brush through the tangles but gently teasing each of them apart without tugging or pulling at all. When that task was done, he switched to a curry comb and began gently combing over her back and sides, smoothing her hide, working every last bit of dirt and sweat out.

When that was finished he said, "Ready to get out of the water?"

"Mmmhmm," she replied drowsily, already wonderfully relaxed.

He pulled the plug and helped her out of the deep tub, then dried her off with a big, fluffy towel--crimson red, of course--before drying himself as well. She leaned on his shoulder a bit as they walked through the castle halls to a private bedroom, perhaps even the one they'd used before, and locked the door behind them. Inside, he attentively helped her into the bed and tucked the covers over her. "There you go. Comfy?"

She yawned, feeling exhausted but in the best possible way, and nodded.

"Good. Mind if I join you?"

"Please, do."

Flame smiled warmly and climbed into bed next to her. He wrapped his forelegs around her, and she tucked her head beneath his chin with a sigh.

"Do you have anywhere to be by daylight? It's well past midnight now."

She didn't ask how he knew the time, but merely shook her head. "No."

"Good," was his simple reply, and he tightened his embrace slightly, holding her close.

"Thank you," she murmured into his chest.

"You are more than welcome," was his reply, and then there were no more words as they slipped gently into slumber together.