Turning Point
Note: I haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately, so there are likely errors in this that I just won't catch for a few days. I'll go back and edit soon, and post along with the second chapter in a week or two. I'm keeping them short so I can get back in the swing of writing.
"So you'll stay here, while I go get the car?" he asked as he smiled, with his hands on her shoulders. All she could do is shiver a little, and nod, wordlessly. A little part of her died inside as she turned to watch him and his tail walk down the hall and out the door, swishing as he went. Oh, how she wanted to be cuddled up in those arms, surrounded by all that black fur.... but she knew she was too shy, she could never ask. Kathryn brought her attention back to the remnants of their dinner together. Michael insisted on getting dinner for her since they were the only two people left in the office for the last two hours of the day. It wasn't like her to accept, but it meant that she would actually eat a meal on time instead of closer to bedtime, so she consented. Putting everything left back into the bag and then into a trash can, she gathered her purse and walked out of that same door. Staying under the slight overhang, she stood wondering, in the rain, just how she'd been coerced into agreeing to something like this. What was it about -him- that made him the one-- different from all the others? Her mind wandered. Without time to think of answers, a car horn honked right in front of her, and the window went down a little, and it was -his- voice.
"Are you just gonna stand out there in the rain, or are you getting in?"
Snapped back to the cold, wet rain of reality, she gasped, and opened the door, climbing in and finding herself in a warm car, with a fluffy towel on the seat; a solace from the inclement weather. She said nothing as the car started to move through the rain, just staring out the window, resting her head on the taut seatbelt webbing to her right. Anything to keep from getting lost in those eyes again, for now.
As Kathryn snuggled into the side of the car, she found that not even the faint scent of two damp canines was enough to deter her from gently dozing after a long day at work, while Michael found himself wondering. He'd known Kathryn for quite some time now and had been trying to get to know her better -- offering a quiet dinner at his place. He knew she was a shy, quiet girl, and up till now she'd resisted, but he also saw the way she looked longingly at the few couples who worked at their office, or the few available guys.. this just made Michael more and more curious, as thoughts ran through his mind. It wasn't like him to want someone - not like this, not this way, not someone he knew. It wasn't right. He could almost hear the blood rushing through her veins, her heartbeat... he had to have her. Soon, he thought to himself. Soon, she'd be his, he thought, and his mind seemed to run on autopilot for the rest of the journey home; that drifty space between awake and sleep.
Kathryn was quiet as they pulled into the driveway, with the car run up to the carport and stopped. Michael's house was in the shape of a large dome, with a sheltered carport attached to one side. With the press of a button the front and rear of the carport closed around them, and he stepped out, going around and opening her door. Kathryn was fast asleep, with her head rested in the little hammock the taught webbing made. He blinked; had he been connected to her without realizing? It was of no consequence now. He carefully unclipped the seatbelt, went to go open the door to the house, and carried Kathryn inside, laying her on the sofa that was out in the living room, as he brushed the back of his hand against her face, feeling the softer fur there.
She was so warm, Michael thought. Smiling, he leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips, knowing she was asleep. "Kathryn? Wake up, you're soaked..." he said, quietly, near the rim of an ear. Stirring for a few moments, she came out of her sleep and smiled, ears twitching a bit. "Hiya..." Michael smiled back. There was something different about him, something in that smile-- no, his eyes, that made him feel different to her. "You're soaked... you should go shower, I can give you a robe and dry your clothes for you, if you want." To this, Kathryn nodded. It was a little cold in the house, and she could use a good warming up under a hot shower. Michael pointed her in the direction of the bathroom and meanwhile moved himself to the master bedroom to tidy things up a bit. It wasn't until he heard the water running that he came back to the bathroom and collected Kathryn's clothes, tossing them into the dryer. Getting it started, he changed into a dry robe and tossed his wet clothes in too, off in search of a robe to find warmth in.
After a while, Michael stirred to the sound of Kathryn coming back from the shower in a robe, her hair dry and let down behind her. Shyly, she slipped out of the robe and into the bed next to Michael, where he was resting. She wanted to be close to him, she longed for it. Another moment or two passed before she realized that he was naked, too, and blushed furiously as she caught his eyes for a moment, feeling very warm inside. Without hesitation, she snuggled against him, savoring his body warmth, her tan fur meshing in places with his darker fur. This was his moment; he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, tight against him; feeling her tense against him as he started petting back her hair, while speaking in a calm, even tone. He knew he could reach her; he could hear her her blood rushing through her veins, her heartbeat in his ears. He knew she was too proud to admit how lonely she was, but touching her, he could feel her mind, walled off from the world like a safe. He had to be careful; if she turned scared, she would run, and be out of his life forever.
Kathryn didn't say anything; she didn't but shifted to rest on her tummy with her eyes closed, the corners of her mouth turning up into a smile. "Good," he said, "now just relax here for a moment, I'm going to get something." He leaned over and pulled a drawer open, taking three small jars and a bowl out of them. The first, a black powder, he took in two fingers by the pinch and dropped a few pinches in; did the same with a dull red one, and then from the third jar, poured in some oil, swirling around the bowl until the powder sat suspended, dissolved, in the stuff. This he then drew in a thin line from the base of her spine all the way to the top of her neck, and smiled as it seemed to run into her fur and sink into her skin and disappear.
Applying some to his hands, he began to slowly knead at her back, working the oil into her fur, getting it as close to the skin as possible. . "Just relax," he whispered. "that's it, you're safe here," as he pulled the covers back and began to knead lower over her back, lightly at first. When her breathing changed to slow, even breaths, his kneading got a little firmer but stayed slow; working his way down towards the base of her tail. As it progressed, Kathryn found every every breath out ending in a soft little shudder, as Michael started talking, never stopping his rubbing. "Relax," he said quietly, kneading still. "Relax, and just let go..." Michael could feel the little whispers make some of her fur stand on end as they started sinking into her, and felt her slowly start to unwind. Seconds later, she was so relaxed she was barely breathing, and the two seemed to shiver in unison as they found themselves together, in a manner of speaking, inside each other's head. The moment Michael stopped rubbing, the oil seemed to evaporate, leaving not even a residue.
Michael gently coaxed Kathryn over onto her back again, and then up, half-sitting. Settling in beside her, and pulling her close back against his chest, he started whispering again, but this time, it was different.
"...such a good girl..."
This time she could feel each word as if it were a firework racing up her spine into some part of her brain, where it went off, and sent a radiant, pleasing wave through her entire body. The words chained together and went racing up her spine, making her shiver, and she cried out softly as they exploded. He could feel her pleasure, and her fear, her uncertainty, creeping up on her. Michael could feel something new, now... she was trying to resist the fear, but the more she tried, the larger and more overpowering it became. This was all he needed, he knew now that she wanted what was happening, but couldn't escape the fear. He closed his eyes and focused, putting his will to keep her with him against her fear, slowly walling it away and watching it shrink down until it evaporated.
"...it won't bother you again, Kathy... you and I could be together forever, would you like that?" he whispered, kissing along the back of her neck, from that special place just where the finer fur on the back of the neck starts, down to between her shoulders. Prey. The single word tore across Kathryn's mind, and all the muscles in her neck twitched at the same time as a vision of her hidden underneath black fur teased the darkest recesses of her brain. Kathryn shivered, a little and nodded, as Michael leaned down to kiss her neck again. He could feel her, even stronger now. The life running through her body. The beat of her heart rushed through his ears once more, and it was too much for him. More than prey. "trust me.... relax..." he whispered, his fangs slowly extending, piercing her skin above her left shoulder, in that tender spot Kathryn had held in her mind. Sinking his fangs in deeper, he shook his head a little, and began to let his venom flow freely from them.
Michael could feel Kathryn's mind scream, for a moment, as a shallow climax ripped through her; the venom burning her veins, spreading slowly until her entire body was saturated with it, calming her down again. As he pulled free, all he wanted was a little taste, and started drinking slowly, just letting her fill his mouth a few times, before brushing his tongue over the bite a few times to heal her. The real feast would come later. He knew by now that the venom would take hold of her, would compel her to find him again, so he got out of the bed and left her there. It couldn't happen in his bedroom, it needed to be... different, this time. Sure enough about five or ten minutes later, he heard her walking thru the house. "Michael?" she called out, following a trail of lights and open doors until she found him sitting on a different bed that almost looked like stone, but with a soft, downy part that seemed to mesh into it, all set into a long and wide low slab, with decorative art sculpted into the sides. He smiled at her, and welcomed her into his arms, hugging close. "W-what did you do, Michael?" she asked quietly, still very calm.
"Shhh..." he whispered. "You can feel it, can't you... hearing it calling to you?" She trembled and nodded as she pushed him back, climbing up onto the new bed with Michael, and kissed him, pulling his robe open. He had her right where he wanted her. She kissed him again, harder this time, a pulled the tassels on the robe, letting it fall open. "That's it, little girl... let yourself go... do what your body is telling you.." he whispered to her, as she hilted herself on him, tail swishing, grunting softly. She didn't waste any time, either, leaning forwards and starting to ride him slowly, savoring the new feelings running through her not unlike a wolf would enjoy a steak; the feelings much brighter, much more intense than she'd ever felt. "Ngh... good.. do you want more of what I gave you earlier?"
Kathryn nodded, her body fluttering like a flying butterfly for several moments. They.. connected, earlier, in a way she couldn't explain. She looked down at Michael, and blushed a little. "You need to answer one question, Kathryn, before this can go any further. " He paused for a moment, and held Kathryn's hands in his own. "I know it's sudden, but we both know we've had feelings for each other for a very long time... If I offered you the chance to live forever, here, together with me... would you take it?"
Kathryn fell silent for several moments, thinking. For a few moments, Michael's heart sank; he'd hoped that Kathryn would stay with him... but wasn't sure what she would do. Her mouth opened and closed several times over the course of the next few minutes as if she were going to answer, but stopped each time, deep in thought. Finally, she nodded. Michael smiled, and pulled her close, as he let his fangs extend again, to sink them effortlessly into Kathryn's neck. She groaned softly; Michael could only imagine what that must have felt like to her, knowing she'd still be riding out the effects of his venom, as he offered more of it to her body, which trembled in his embrace.
Michael couldn't help himself. Starting to drink from her, he carefully rolled with her, so that she was now pinned under him, as he started a slow, delicate rhythm, being sure not to drink from her too fast. He had all the consent he needed, but didn't want to turn her yet. Michael fed slowly, for five or ten minutes as he kept a teasing pace with his future mate, then stopped and healed the wound. He knew Kathryn had enough of his venom in her to more than enjoy what he was about to do.
Kathryn screamed as Michael picked up his pace, shivering. This felt so much better than anything she'd ever done in her life. Everything was brighter and more powerful, and she felt... drawn to him in a way that was something much more than carnal; like she belonged with him. She trembled and wrapped her legs around Michael's waist, slipping down a little more so he'd go just a little deeper. Michael grunted a little at this, and began fighting for words.
"You're... going to give yourself to me... and become.. a part of me..." he said as he drove himself home hard, knot and all, making her cry out. "...and after that, you'll become one of me... just like me..." With that, he leaned down and bit into Kathryn's shoulder, fangs and all, breaking the skin in many places, triggering her climax, with his a few moments behind. After a few long moments, she started to feel swimmyheaded, and tried to say something to Michael, but he just rolled over with her, and let her rest against him, still tied to her. He knew she would need her strength for what would come next, and they both fell into sleep, together.
Several hours later, Kathryn woke up next to Michael's sleeping form. She yawned, and snuggled into him, her head on his shoulder. It was still dark, and the near-full moon shone brightly thru the window. Gently, she slipped away from Michael, and walked towards the window. She smiled to herself a little; she'd never stopped to appreciate the moon like this. It was so pretty, and bright... like a work of art, reallly, and she felt as though she could reach out and hold it... "Beautiful, isn't it, Kathryn?" She gasped and jumped back into Michael's arms, scared, as she started to feel it's pull too.
He could feel the moon, the change in his thinking, his desires, that part of him deeply rooted in his ancestry... and knew it was now affecting his new mate as well. Though all canines have some level of sensativity to the moon, Michael's bloodline afforded him an ever deeper sense of the world around him, and he felt the shift in his thinking... the dark, feral part of him... no... now wasn't the time for him to lose sight of his goal. Guiding her gently backwards, he lifted one side of the pad and propped it up with a wide wedge, to form a chaise, and guided Kathryn to straddle him, facing. The two shared a slow kiss, and Michael smiled. "It's time."
Michael let his fangs extend in full view of Kathryn, pulling her close in a tight embrace. "Don't be scared... you're mine now. I'll take care of you, as you will take care of me, once you understand how. Don't be afraid. Nothing will harm you, just do as I say when I tell you.." Kathryn nodded, and he held her tight, as his fangs slipped deep into her neck. He could feel her blood rushing around them, as he let his venom flow freely. Kathryn screamed as the venom started to burn in her veins, trembling. She could feel it moving throughout her each time her heart beat. Michael just smiled; it had been a long time since he'd had the effects of anyone's venom. In some regards, he knew he'd be more useful to her as she is, as a food source.... but this way, he'd gain a mate. His train of thought shifted when Kathryn relaxed, staying close to him now because she wanted to, her mind full of his venom.
He pulled his head from side to side a little to open the wound, then let his fangs slip free, drinking heavily. Now he didn't have to worry, now he could take all he wanted from her. It was so hard to find people to feed from; he had a small, trusted group of people whom he trusted, and smiled inwardly to himself. There's so many things he'll need to teach her, he thought, and having a kindred mate will let his little feeding sessions become dinner parties... he could be social again, with her. Little growls met Kathryn's ears; the deeper connection in Michael was starting to shine through. As he drank, his eyes flushed to a deep red, that seemed to glow with their own faint energy as he closed his eyes to feed deeply. Kathryn whimpered, starting to feel a little lightheaded, but Michael just brought his hands to hers, brought them across her chest and held her there, tightly, to him, as his legs wrapped around her body, holdng her. She wasn't going anywhere except under his control, under his power.
She groaned as he fed hard at her; she could feel her blood leaving her body. After minutes of this, she started to really feel lightheaded, and drift a little. Michael kept her awake, petting through her hair, encouraging her to relax. He knew she'd be safe if she did what he said, but one wrong move and he would lose her forever. She clawed at him a little as her world started to go cold, and Michael could hear every single heartbeat, keeping a very close watch.... and as her heart slowed and came close to fading, he knew it was time. He kissed the bite to heal her, and then bit his wrist, tearing a long line across the veins.
"Drink, my daughter; sate your hunger, awaken..." Michael whispered, pressing his wrist to Kathryn's mouth, letting his blood coat her lips, and fill her mouth. Slowly, she swallowed the precious vitae, letting it fill her mouth each time before swallowing, running her tongue through it as it flowed, tasting him. Michael had to give back what he took, now, and at the rate she was going it was going to take a while, feeling Kathryn's strength slowly coming back. After another few minutes of feeding, Kathryn's eyes fluttered open, and she nestled into Michael's arms, licking his wound to heal it, tasting him for the last time that night. Now his presence was constant in her mind, and with a single thought, Michael brought Kathryn down into a deep, restful sleep, spooned back against him.