Back from slumber [EMW and TheRawrgMonster]

Sleeping through a timeless oblivion with no end in sight, or no end that will ever be in sight as you can imagine was a boreing process. Especially if you had an insatiable thirst for blood that only began to build as time went by. He could only stay curled up in a fetal position as he floated through nothingness, forever falling with no true destination. That damnedable woman he placed him in this place as punishment for taking more than his fill, if there was a way out he'd grasp it without the need for though. All he could do was what he was doing. Taking up a incomprehensibly miniscule fraction of the void that he'd been calling his home for some years now. If only someone would come along to free him, he'd be in their debt. His thick main of dark brown locks fluttered behind him and his hazel brown eyes seemed almost dead. Tribal tattoos covered his fatigued body from head to toe and his mouth hung open revealing a pair of pearly white fangs. Staring off into space, he was long past wishing for death, he had to accept that he was here to stay. What a horrible place to be in..

Jenna was a small, frail girl who no one much liked to talk to. She was too shy, too much of a wallflower. She got hit on a decent amount, I suppose, but she never once said yes. By the age of nineteen she had grown to the height of 5'4'', though she was still as child-like as ever, her big eyes and blonde hair like a little girl's. In short, she was... cute. Almost too cute.

One day, Jenna was sorting through old books. They'd come from her grandmother's house, the grandmother who had recently died. There was one in particular that she found interesting, which looked older than her great, great, great grandmother. The writing was Latin, which she'd studied in school, and the pictures looked hand-painted. As she sat in her bedroom, on her bed even, she leafed through the pages, until she came to something interesting. Something about resurrecting a monster who had been sealed away. Slowly, she read the incantation under her breath, not used to speaking the dead language in which it was written.

The cold glaze that had long covered his eyes was broken as the man's eye's snapped open hearing a voice somewhere off in the distance. It was the first sound he'd heard since his imprisonment some centuries ago. Azari wasn't exactly sure if he had made that up in his mind as well, it could have just very well been his insanity acting up again. When he heard the voice again he was sure that it wasn't his mind playing tricks on him. Not only that he began to feel endowed with magical power, it was like his long unmoving and fatigued body was being filled with vigour and energy again. Clenching his fist he began to laugh as he sped off running on nothingness looking for the rip, he remembered there being a rip when he was cast into this place. As the sweet voice continued on he never stopped his running through the darkness. Azari wished for freedom or at least something to commit suicide with, either would do. For now all he would do is run praying to the gods that the sweet voice finished the incantation and didn't stop short.

Jenna continued with her incantation, slowly but surely, until the last word on the page had been uttered under her breath. She sighed, looking over the page, reading the rest of the directions for a moment. It seemed that whatever demon would show up would be bound to the speaker, unable to go more than fifty feet from him or her. Said demon would have to obey every command, without fail, or have their powers taken away slowly, causing great amounts of pain. The reader would be granted basic magical abilities as well, though not as great as the demon who had been summoned.

"What a load of--!" Jenna was suddenly thrown off her bed with such a great force that she landed against the wall with a loud cracking noise. She couldn't tell if it was the drywall or her shoulder blade that had done the cracking. As she looked back at her bed, all she could see was a great light, a great, ominous light coming from her book.

Jenna shook with fear as the beastly creature cackled and laughed and surged with power. She hadn't seen anything like it, not even in movies, and it scared her. A lot. Her frail body trembled and, as he lifted her, she forced herself not to scream. The tongue in her mouth scared her most of all. Such a beastly creature was inside her, quite literally. She gasped for air when he pulled back and stared up at him with saucer-sized eyes.

"J-Jenna." She managed, still just staring at him, not sure what else to do. There was a big, powerful beastie holding her to his big, naked chest and she had no idea what to do. "Th-the book s-s-says th-that I'm in charge." She said, suddenly, blurting it out at him, her eyes unblinking and full of fright. "S-s-so, y-you'd better n-not hurt me, o-or you go b-bak in the hole."

Jenna continued to shake for a moment. He was quite a scary beastie, wasn't he? But then she swallowed her fear and stood, knees still knocking as she stared into his eyes. "Stop trying to frighten me." She ordered. Her voice was firm, upset, sounding quite brave despite her frightened insides. She didn't know what to do otherwise. It would be impossible to make him stop, she knew, but if the book was as powerful as she thought, it would make him stop.

He wouldn't want to go back in the hole, she hoped.

Jenna relaxed visibly when he stopped crackling with lightening. The hug startled her, but then the voice... his voice entered her mind and, while she tried to fight it, caused her to melt into him, her body going limp and lithe. "Ah..." And then the bite.

The poor girl let out a cry of pain as her skin broke. It quickly stopped, though, because of whatever venom entered her blood stream and caused her to go limp again, leaning her head bak against him, her fingers pulling at his cloak gently. It felt good. Why did it feel good? Jenna could not understand why she no longer wanted to run and hide and burn the book so she would never see the creature again. She remembered, from stories she'd heard, that vampires had some kind of venom that made a girl happy, aroused even...

Blush coated her face as she felt a familiar feeling rise inside her, as if her insides were blushing. She was growing wetter, from what power she did not know. The hand on her breast forced more of the reaction and she released a small moan, shy and wavering.

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Jenna's body twitched slightly when he removed his fangs from her neck. It was such a weird feeling... like having one's fingers sucked on. Weird, but somehow absolutely delectable. "Hnn..." Was all she could manage in response to his statement. Her limbs felt like limp spaghetti... She wasn't sure she could use them properly right away.

When she felt his member pressed against her ass, her face turned a lovely shade of crimson. "P-please put me down." She murmured, looking at the floor, a whole foot below her. While he was standing on it, he was also holding her slender frame up off it. She wanted to be released so she could get as far away from the beastie as possible with her noodly legs.

Jenna gasped as he ran a claw over her torso. It took her until she felt a cold draft over her bare stomach to realize he was removing her clothes. "What are you doing?..." She managed, softly. She was too weak now to protest. He had sucked too much blood out of her, her limbs still felt too much like wet pasta to move.

"Don't..." She managed, as he broke her bra and she felt her breasts spring forth. The bite had aroused her to the point that her panties were damp. When he pulled the fabric away, she gasped, her hips twitching slightly. It was... nn. She wanted to say it upset her that he was looking at her neatly-kept sex, gripping her thigh, able to do whatever he wanted to her... but it didn't.

The two men she'd ever been with hadn't given her what she wanted, what she needed. She thought that... maybe... this beastie would be able to give her exactly what she needed. The tongue at her insides confirmed that and she suddenly bucked her hips, some feeling and blood finally returning to her limbs. "Ah!" She gasped out.

Jenna couldn't say no. She also couldn't tell him that it didn't feel magnificent. His tongue was expert, his fingers nimble... "Ah!" She gasped and pressed her hips up towards him inadvertently, squeezing her eyes shut, not entirely sure how well she could move. "S-st.. AH!" She tried to tell him to stop, but the tongue writhing inside of her made her moan halfway through.

As he kissed her, she made a muffled little noise of displeasure. As he continued to kiss her, however, she made muffled noises of pleasure. It felt so good, like anything else he'd done to her. She was having trouble breathing, of course, but she couldn't honestly say she cared. The tongue felt too wonderful.

Jenna found herself reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, perhaps holding him close, pressing her hips up against his as he kissed her. She was starting to want it.

Now, Jenna was not a virgin. She was cute enough that men her own age did like her, despite how young she also looked, being so petite as she was. But she had never been with a man as big as Azari. His thick manhood was not accepted into her at first, as she hadn't been sexually active for a while, and was not prepared for penetration on that particular day. "A-ah!" She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as his hot member pressed inside of her. At least she was slicked up good... He wasn't going to tear or bruise her with how wet his bite had made her, along with the licking and rubbing and kissing and nnnn... Just thinking about it made her even hornier.

"Uhn..." She moaned softly, gripping at the sheets under her. She had a big enough bed for three small people, so it was a little big for her and Azari... not that she was really paying attention to bed size at that particular moment. Mostly, she was just happy that her parents were out of town that weekend, on their second honeymoon or something... She was home for the summer and staying in their home, in her old room, which was now pretty much ruined from Azari's... electric personality, if you'll excuse the pun.

As his thrusts continued, his meat filling her up entirely, she moaned again, louder this time. Her insides had started to stretch and contort to accommodate his cock, and it was starting to feel wonderful, just like his bite had. "Nn..."

Jenna was already growing close to orgasm. She'd never been filled up quite lick Azari could fill her up... His member tickling her cervix every time he pushed all the way inside and his girth alone pushing at her walls, forcing her to stretch. She felt like she was no longer herself, moaning and groaning and clawing at the bed spread as he pumped himself in and out, in and out.

"Oh, fuck!" She cried suddenly, pressing her hips up against his, her small body contorting itself. A wave of pleasure was hitting her hard, causing her spine to arch upward, forcing her shoulders down and her hips up. "N-ng... f-fuck..." She felt her slit strangling the demon's huge member, her thighs attempting to clamp shut but not doing so well around his big hips. Her legs, instead, intertwined around his waist, ankles locking together, toes curled.

When the wave passed, she opened her eyes and looked up at him with intense lust. It had not been an orgasm, though it may have seemed like it, and she was ready for more. Her chest heaved with every hot breath, pale, pink nipples stiff and round on the plump mounds that adorned her upper body.