Blood Moon Chapter 2
Damien had worked hard for the past two weeks, starting to work on the inside and outside of the cave. He had hunted and gathered plenty of food for himself and his new mate, while taking much of the meat and pelts into the nearest town to trade for supplies and a few tools he didn't have. He smiled as he thought of how well he and his new vampire mate had slept these past days. He now looked over the timbers of wood he had bought or cut from the nearby woods, and then to the large bucket full of long nails. "Now I just gotta get some of these timbers nailed together." He grumbled as he picked up his large hammer and set to work on the base part of the framing for what would become the outside addition to the cave.
Fang walked around inside the cave sipping at a large glass of blood. Her pale form covered only by a loose robe, that nearly dragged the floor as she walked. She rubbed lightly at her stomach, smiling at feeling as full as she did. She heard banging outside and almost chuckled to herself. "We have been mates for a week and he is already adding on more room to the outside...Not that I mind it." She walked over to the table and sat down gingerly, still feeling her hips sore from their early morning rutting. "Well at least I'm not walking funny this time, though I have been feeling funny since then." She thinks aloud as she starts to finish her glass of blood. After a few minutes of sitting there she stood up and stretched, then her hip popped making her hiss slightly before smiling. "There....now that feels better...." *As she brought her hands down, she lightly felt over her body once more for scratches and new bite marks. Her breath caught some as she got to her chest, her breasts feeling very sensitive for some reason. She ran her hands over them, almost chuckling as she put two and two together. She smiled as she ran her hands over her form once more, shivering some at her sensitive breasts.
Damien worked hard for the last three hours and smiled as he watched the sun start to lazily creep over to hide behind the mountain. Fang had smelled somewhat different the past couple of days, he figured it was from their mating and didn't think much about it. He stretched some, feeling the warmth of the sun fade from his lightly tanned flesh. He looked around searching for his hammer, before hearing a faint twig snap near him. He moved to the entrance of the cave without thinking, walking in to grab his heavy machete. "Someone is out here..." He said to Fang as he noticed she was running laps around the cave, from the hot spring to the door. He watched her stop and move to grab her clothes, noticing she had ran off most of her stomach again.
Fang watched Damien move for the door, quickly fastening her vest and pants, before moving to follow him. Her hands quickly going for the hidden blades inside her vest, not knowing who or what was outside their home. As she reached the door, she felt a light warmth from the waning sunlight as dusk set in. As the smell of fresh blood reached her she sniffed at the air, while her fangs grew longer out of instinct. "Damien...I smell blood, and lots of it. Who or whatever it is...it's wounded." She said as she watched her mate nod to her, before he moved towards the scent.
He moved into the light brush sniffing at the air for more of the scent, almost licking his lips at the scent fresh blood in the air. He knew tonight was a full moon and he had to be very careful in anything he did. He stopped slowly as he came upon a cloaked figure laying on the ground, the cloak almost torn to shreds for some reason. Feeling his mate stop beside him, he flipped the blade in his hand to gently poke at the cloaked figure. After getting a groan of pain, he looked down at where a feminine hand had been bared. Sticking the blade into the ground beside him, kneeling down and noticed a light tattooing on it. "A slave, most likely a run away." He looked back at Fang and smiled. "My love. Get back to the cave and clean the table off we must treat her wounds right away." He Smiled as Fang nodded, before bolting back to the cave at lightning speed. He slipped his long machete into his belt, before scooping the injured female into his arms. After getting greeted by another groan of pain, he gently carried her into the cave so they could treat her wounds.
Fang cleaned off the table quickly, grabbing various things they could use to clean or seal wounds. As she saw Damien carry the cloaked female into the cave, she pointed towards the table knowing it was the only place they could treat her. She finished grabbing the sewing kit and a bottle of what had to be moonshine, she moved over to the table to help her mate strip the female so they could treat her wounds. "We must get this one patched up quickly love. I do not want you loosing yourself because of all the blood. I'm having enough fun with that right now." She moved to cut the cloak away, needing to get a good look at the wounds. Her namesake fully extended and almost glinting in the light.
////// ok here where it gets fun folks. I have many ideas on where to go with this, but no clue on which would be the best or most interesting. So taking to what I have seen atleast once before, I shall put out options for willing readers to choose. And the choice will mainly be how the female is.
1.
A run away F/Herm slave, young woman, youngest being later teens
2.
A female sorceress, who run in with slavers has left her injured and weak, most likely F/Herm from magic experiment gone wrong.
3.
A young woman, recently freed from her master, only to have run into a group of slavers on her travels.
4.
A female merc. Being caught during a "mission" and forced into slavery to recoup the losses she caused, most likely F/Herm.
Ok, thought I'd spice up this story with another Fem character. I will wait a while for people to submit their choices. Main reason there are 3 herm possibles, and only one regular female is mainly because the character may need to "Help" either of the two mains, or both at once "Chuckles".