line : THIS IS NOT MY ORIGINAL STORY ! ! somebody else wrote it. I took it and tweaked and edited it a little but it 's not mine.

It's benighted, I can't see anything. My eyes are covered with something. I start to panic. I can't move my limb or leg. They're tied to the bed I lying on. I feel a cool breeze on my body. My mind affright ! I'm naked ! What's happening ? What's going on ? I ask myself. I struggle to get myself unlaced. I pull and pull but the ties only tighten around my wrists and ankles. I scream for helper but it's useless. No one is there. I hear a sound. What is it ? I wonder. Then he speaks,

"Relax, small one."

"Who's there ? What's going on ? Why am I here ?"I scream out. But there's no answer.
"Please, talking to me."I beg. But still, there is silence.
"My epithet is Cyn Dubrinsky and my kinsperson will be looking for me."I threaten. I start to cry. I beg to him.
"Please resign me. I haven't seen your typeface. I won't say anything to anyone just let me go."He breaks his silence and Tell me,
"I know who you are. None of what you say matters for in the end, you will be mine."I struggle with the ties again ; screaming,
"Let me go !"
"Screaming will do you no ripe, short one. The room is sound proof. As for anyone looking for you, I know that no one will add up for you. For you are the last of your clan."I cry some more then feel his fingers wiping away my tears. I turn my head away.
"Don't touch me ! I will never be yours !"
"Yes you will. And as far as who I am, my epithet is Mick. I'm a vampire and …your lifemate."There is a subtle evil feeling to his interpreter and I can tell he's smiling.
"fighting me will not solve anything. It will only pee-pee affair harder for you."I ask,
"Why ? Why me ? What do you want with me ?"
"I've been hunting you, following your every move ; day after day."He trails his finger down my face towards my neck.
"So soft. You're like the okay silk."I struggle again.
"Please don't touch me. You don't want me."He laughs and says,
"Yes. I do want you You are the one I have been searching for ; the one that will make me whole again."
"Whole ? What are you talking about, you monster ?"
"I have searched for the one. You are she. You are from the past stock of the Dubrinsky clan ; you carry their blood and their powers."
"What powers ?"I ask.
"I have no force. Yes, my terminal name is Dubrinsky but I have no powers."
"Innocent one, your powers were bound at infancy to keep you safe. But I have known where you were all along. You come from a foresightful line of vampire ; your line of descent is considered a regal one. Your force and heritage have been kept from you, but no to a greater extent !
"No ! It's not possible !"I shout.
"I am not a vampire !"But then I start to think of all the transfusions I've had with the excuse of"pedigree related yield inherited from my family."I felt his handwriting caress my bosom and his finger hound my nipple and I cringe not wanting to respond to his touch sensation. He laughs once more.
"It's useless to abnegate what you're feel. I know that your body wants my touch and that you are craving something that has always been denied to you…the joy of feeding."
My thoughts are not my own anymore, I believe him but fight it at the Same clip. He lets his finger trace my nipple once more before I feel the wetness of his tongue. I fight the feeling to respond but hhe reads my cerebration and pulls it into his sass. I gasp as he sucks on my pap and lets his other handwriting caress my former white meat. My body begins to betray me and I respond to his tinge. I moan as he continues and beg you,
"Stop. Please, stop."But we both know that my body is crying for more. Then it happens, I feel him scratch his teeth just above my breast. It feels sharper than anything I have felt before. infliction shoots through as I feel you sink your tooth into me. It's some of the worst pain I've ever felt but at the same time a waving of pleasance dry wash over me. I realize that he is what he says he is. I feel him drinking from me. As he feeds on me I feel this motive ; this want. I must suffer him.
My body and senses are telling me to just let go and give into you but I still choose to fight you. You whisper in my ear,
"Let go. Be mine for eternity."I feel his digit trace my chthonic lips, up & down ; letting one slide in to explore my pussy. I feel your hammer on my second joint and it feels so severe and I sense the hotness coming from it, I begin to languish. I hear your voice again,
"Give in to me."I finally relent and give in. I whisper back to you,
"Yes, I will be yours."You pull off my blindfold and you are smiling, it is the first time seeing you and you are beautiful. I take in your show. He has dark long hair tied at the base of your neck, eyes that are a kaleidoscope of colors, hide that is almost semitransparent, and his body is perfectly chiseled. I say to him,
"You are double-dyed in every way."
"As are you."You begin to buss me tenderly. As he does he went on to explicate of my lineage and heritage.
"Your crime syndicate, your clan, comes from a most imperial line of vampires that ruled over the Carpathians for centuries."He walks around the bed releasing my carpus and ankles. I rub them gently. When done you slide in succeeding to me and your peter is again by my second joint. You begin to kiss my body as you continue on as to the history of my tribe.
"We have powers, we can see the future, read people's minds, we can shape-shift, and we can pull wires others to do our bidding. We can also erase the computer storage of others."
"I still don't believe I have powers."He laughs.
"My silly, innocent, love. You do have them and I will help oneself you retrieve them, I will undo the binding curse that was put upon you. You will charter your rightful place as Queen of the Carpathians and I will be your King."I question you,
"Is that all you want of me ?"He shakes his head.
"No, I want more.
"What more could you possibly want ?"He stares at me for a mo ; a lonely and sad looking at on his face.
"I want love."He tells me that he is my lifemate and I his, there can be only one for each other.
"My fiddling one, when a Carpathian male person turns 18 year of age, all color and emotions disappear from him. His life is not his own, he becomes a warrior for our magnate and so his life is a unremitting battle not only for his king but for himself. If he does not find his lifemate then the pick is his to be hunted by fellow warriors or end his existence by walking into the light, the sun."
"Why must he be hunted ?"I ask.
"Males will become into something horrific that will terrorize the homo world. When a male has found his mate all colouring restitution to him as well emotions and so the danger of him turning into a monstrosity lessens. Once he has said the Carpathian vows, it binds him and his lifemate in every way. They feel everything about each other… when they are hurt, when they are in penury, when they are in danger. If death comes to one of them the other will no longer want to live, they would overleap their former half too much. They are connected to each other as no normal human couples are connected. She becomes the luminosity to his iniquity, almost as an anchor to keep him from turning into a monster. You are that for me my little innocent one, but there is more still. In fiat to complete the union we must exchange line of descent three times to solidify our mating."
As he says that I watch in awe as his fingernail begins to extend and he cuts himself on his pectus. His deal grabs my head gently and you lead me to your chest and tell me
"Drink."I'm mesmerized. I lick a droplet then start out to suck and tope your blood ; I listen to your voice as you say the vows but not in a spoken language that I understand. You stop me from drinking anymore, I ask what language was he speaking and you reply
"Carpathian, of course."He smiles. You kiss me and I wrap my arms around your neck opening to pull you in deeper for a more passionate kiss. You begin to move so you are now in between my legs, I stop you,
"I'm still a virgin."He smiles once to a greater extent and enjoin me,
"I know ”. He slides down my body to my pussy and without saying anything he begins to explore and feast on my chthonic back talk. I'm squirming as I feel his natural language in me as well as his digit. He slides back up and as he does he hooks my legs with his arms and slowly enters me. Pushing slowly, sliding in and out, and stretching me so that he can fit all the way in. I arch my back and cry out, as he has broken that cute roadblock. And as he do, he licks my neck and sinks his teeth into me. My eyes shoot open and all I see and feel is white hotness lightning, it's coursing through my organic structure and I see it in my psyche. He's drinking from me and making love to me at the same time and it's…incredible, I don't want it to ever end. He leans back and cuts himself once more. I need no invitation this sentence. I kiss, then biff and suck him as the intuitive feeling of him fucking me while I feed off him drives me wild.

We begin to fuck in a frenzied State, not getting enough of one another. He pulls out and I feel the expiration of your cock in my pussy. I whimper but only to birth him bend me over and slam dance into my pussy from behind. He pulls me up towards his back and grabs my breast in one bridge player and fingers my clit with the other. All the patch I am pushing back, meeting him with each thrusting into my cunt. He feels my climax coming on, so he bends me back over and grab me by my articulatio coxae to thrust and push in harder and deeper. I scream out,
"Paddy ! ! ! !"as I cum and it takes him over the edge you let forth your load. His cum shoots into my pussy and drowns it as it drips out of my pussy. We lay there intertwined with one another, I'm searching for my breathing space and he's content now that our union is almost everlasting. He tells me that we only need one more lineage exchange but warns me that soon after my body will begin to change.
"You will begin to bear the Carpathian in you and so my body will transfer from homo to truthful stock Carpathian. It will be violent. It will be painful. You'll want to bolt down yourself. But you'll have to treat with it because when it finally ends, you'll be the queen you were born to be."
We look into each other's middle and the want for each early is there once more. We begin again but this time gentler for he knows I am sore. Our kissing begins, I leave feathery, almost butterfly stroke, kisses all over your brass then down your cervix and chest. I explore your consistence wanting to buss, lick, and caress every inch of you. Then I reach your hammer. I look at it in wonder. It's big and boneheaded. I start to solve it and you direct me as to how to pleasure your cock. I taste it. I taste the salinity on the head of your dick. It makes my body tremble with want.
He guides my head closer and tell apart me to assume his hammer into my mouth. It's so thick and big but I do it anyway. He slowly begins to fuck my mouth. In and out while I look at you with heart of luxuria and passion. He turns so that he's lying down then pulls me so that I am on top, he tells me to persist in sucking his turncock. I feel his tongue delve into my kitty-cat and also his fingers. He's fucking me with your fingerbreadth and sucking my button. Faster and faster, the friction on my button is flood out. It makes me suck you faster also, I feel like my cum's ready to irrupt. You feel it too so you work harder. I cum and as I do he bites my clit.

"The double-dyed blood,"He explains. I scream from pleasure and pain. He cums heavy as you continue to feast on my blood then you cut yourself as close as you can near your pecker so that I may swallow your cum then imbibe your blood. The primer coat wag. We have completed our union and so the moody world is accepting the new communication channel of succession. I begin to feel unaccented. He grabs me and lays me back on the bed.
"This is the start step. Your body is going to keep out everything down ; except your nervous system of rules. This will be painful. But I'll be by your side the solid time."He gives me a kiss.
"Mick ?"
"Yes, picayune one ?"
"I love you."And I collapse in his arms.
How long did the pain shoemaker's last ? Hours ? Weeks ? Days ? It seemed like eternity to me. But eventually, it began to subside. Finally, I heard Mick's voice.
"Little one, it's time to wake up. ”