[Transylvania] Castlevania

[Bloodedge]

During Kasmina's retort, Sorin buried his face in her neck. The smell of this woman's blood had been tormenting him for days on end, and he was now so very close to having it at last. The smell was driving him mad, and he could now feel even the vibrations travelling through her neck from her speech. "Worry not. I will do everything within my power to keep this from being a horrific experience. And, of course, to prevent another serial murder from a newblood. But first..." Sorin removed himself from Kasmina's neck instead of biting her just yet. He had one more thing in mind, and there was only one chance to go through with the idea. He faced Kasmina directly, and held onto either side of her face with his hands. "Before your blood... Once more, I would taste these mortal lips." With that said, he pressed his lips against hers. He could feel the fangs growing in his mouth as he did. The same could be said about the claw-like nails upon his hands, but he couldn't care at present. Several moments of this embrace followed, and these moments were filled with tension building throughout Sorin's body. For a moment near the end of this kiss, he became unable to prevent his mouth from gaping to bare his fangs in full.

[Apollymi]

Their embrace was one of constant tension. Even as Kasmina spoke, Sorin's face was buried in the side of her neck, she had no idea the issue he'd taken with her blood, aside from what he'd mentioned. But his furthered speech let her know that he expected some sort of issue from her transition to immortality. "I shall do my best to behave myself, but obviously I can make no promises," the girl said. Knowing only generally what to expect she couldn't guarantee her own behavior, there were too many things she couldn't account for, and even her gambling mind didn't like her own odds.

Regardless of this fact, since she had his word that he'd do his best for her, she cared little for the in between. But as he removed himself from her neck without a single bite delivered she soon found herself facing him. His words from this standpoint caused her green eyes to widen in wonder only to have his lips forced against her own. This kiss and this embrace were much what they'd been going into at the Church before they remembered their venue. But now, there was nothing to stop them. She kissed him and became engrossed in the activity for several moments. Feeling both the growth of the claws on his hands and even feeling the extension of the fangs in his mouth. Still there was no fear, only anticipation. When his mouth fell open she exhaled breathlessly, the warm air flowing from her mouth, in short shallow bursts as a flush built in her face. She didn't know when this bite was coming, but the anticipation was killing her. This feeling which seemed to build itself from the very center of her soul seemed like it was ready to burst forth. All she could do is wait...

[Bloodedge]

He could wait no longer. His mouth was open without his conscious mind's consent. His fangs were screaming in demand for Kasmina's blood, and there was nary a thing he could do to dissuade them. Before he knew this from that, so to speak, Sorin was once again approaching the woman's nape. His fangs were pressed against her bare skin, but they had yet to break it. He may have promised this woman the most pleasant experience he could manage for her vampiric transformation, but he had restrained himself from feeding too long due to her blood. He would have to savor this draining.

Slowly, the pair of fangs from the top row of Sorin's teeth burrowed past the barrier of flesh just between Kasmina's shoulder and neck. The breaking of skin happened so suddenly after pressure was applied long-term, that Sorin could basically hear the pop of it. Even with his bite being applied while avoiding any form of haste, it remained of the same quality it always upheld, if not greater. His bite was likened to a drug once the sensation of the initial "pinch" was gone. For some of his victims, it functioned as an opiate. Some saw it as a stimulant. Some even found an aphrodisiac-like effect from it. Whatever the case, Sorin received a high like none other he'd ever even imagined the moment blood touched his tongue. The imaginary taste he'd managed to have from the scent of Kasmina's blood earlier had done this experience no justice at all. His mind nearly blanked, holding itself together only by the desire to avoid killing his bride and denying himself this sensation for the rest of time.

Sorin boasted the ability to drain an adult human of all their blood in a matter of seconds. In this particular case, though, he seemed to be having the slowest feeding any vampire had ever attempted. The inhalation of blood occurred at a pace out-sped even by the sipping of the finest aged wine by a dandy. With the amount of blood found within the body, his feeding would certainly take many minutes. And... it had only just begun. Even so, Sorin had already been placed in such a mental state that his arms gripped Kasmina by the torso, the tension of his muscles having only increased as the draining began. He had started to imagine his sanity slipping from him by now... and that was perfectly fine.

[Apollymi]

Kasmina was feeling rather strange. Even as Sorin pulled away from her face and sank into her neck she felt that anticipation. She couldn't liken it to anything she'd ever experienced before but as her now husband settled in she could feel his teeth against her skin. The method of this was almost teasing as there was no bite, no pinch, no sensation to indicate pain which she mildly expected from the idea of someone properly biting her. And then just like the breaking of water over a dam, she felt it.

A pinching sensation was followed immediately by the breaking of unknown tension as Sorin sank his fangs into the flesh of her neck. The skin of this woman had caved with great ease, as had all the tension her body previously possessed. The idea that he thought his bite a 'pleasant experience' didn't seem to fully encompass the tingling tension free flowing sensation the girl felt from deep within her loins. It was unlike anything else she'd ever felt and as her blood began to flow from her body and into his mouth she felt this very sensation in waves. After the shock of the initial bite the gently parted lips of this lass produced a moan, like a quiet gentle murmur which crested with her. His bite wasn't merely pleasant or an aphrodisiac for Kasmina. No, his bite and continued feeling was akin to the proper physical release, which would have come much later in their night. This was no fleeting feeling but like that of a cup overfilled, and it was so good to the young woman, that she could have died this way and felt like her life was worth living.

[Bloodedge]

Blurred lines formed whatever thoughts Sorin may have had at this time. He was in a state of ecstasy, which willed him to continue draining the black-haired woman of her blood until there was nothing left. It took every remaining bit of his consciousness to remember that his own blood would have to eventually be used to replace what was lost, but his memory was serving him well at present.

Not a single drop was allowed to trickle from the fang wounds upon Kasmina's flesh; every little speck flowed directly into Sorin's mouth. He trusted that his warning would not go unheeded. Kasmina may have been feeling the pleasantries now, but only those who died of Sorin's bite could know only the first half of the sensation. Vampires were in a constant state between life and death... and becoming one required death itself. If Kasmina thought she could have died and felt that her life had been worthwhile, she would eventually see that come to pass. Every fiber of one's being had to die during vampire transformations, but the victim would never truly experience death. It would be, essentially... being banished from death while in the process of being obliterated over and over again. Sorin, though, would have nothing but a pleasant experience all along, and Kasmina would likely see the pain mediated so long as his fangs were within her. Only when his fangs were removed would true hell be placed upon her, but he was far from allowing such a moment. There was still much blood to be drank.

[Apollymi]

Kasmina had been warned properly that her transformation would be unpleasant, and perhaps this is why she was seemingly able to enjoy her bite to such a significant extend. Though the blood was being drained from her person as her newlywed husband literally feasted upon her, she could not argue against what she was feeling. If she was to suffer later, there was no reason for her not to enjoy now, and her consciousness would not allow her to even trifle with the thought of doing anything other than allowing rolling waves of pleasure to encompass her entire being.

But as this endeavor continued onward there would soon be obvious indications of this bloodletting process. Though it was quite possibly the most enjoyable thing the girl had ever experienced, as blood was drained from her person and devoured by Sorin, she'd become paler, that flush to her cheeks disappearing with every sip of her blood. The beating of her heart would begin to slow, thumping even harder as it tried to force what was left of her blood around her body to keep her from dying. As all of this happened the small murmurs from her voice would begin to disappear as she fell into the bliss of the bite and closer to what would have been true death. But... she didn't fear it, she trusted Sorin to do as he said he would, and make sure she didn't die this night, as such she was happy to drift on the pleasantness of these feelings until she could no longer.

[Bloodedge]

Sorin had begun to tremble. He'd truly gotten lost in not only the unfamiliar taste of this blood, but also the strange feeling which reached his immortal soul because of it. There was nothing but joy in the decades-old vampire. That is, until he came to realize there was so little blood remaining within the body of his wife. Sadness struck him then. After all this, it was nearly over... but still, this was only the beginning of something more. Eventually, Sorin continued sucking upon the woman's neck, only for there to be nothing coming his way. This let him know the feeding was done, and it was time to reverse the process. He did so by using his fangs to pump his own blood directly into the bite wounds. A slow pace was used for this; after all, he did not wish to overpower this still-human woman with blood of his caliber. This would begin the revitalization process... but would also begin the "long death" Sorin had been negatively looking forward to previously.

[Apollymi]

If Sorin was enjoying himself, Kasmina has enjoyed herself more than she thought she was able. Even as her heart beat slowed and those emerald green eyes fluttered to a close, she had not felt anything she felt she could not eventually feel better about. As they moved along in this process eventually her own blood would be all but gone and then... and she was allowed but a moment of peace.

It could not last.

As if by magic right before the moment she would have drifted off into a true state of death, she felt something akin to a tingle against her neck. It was the first feeling of sharpness she'd had since her bite and it was strange. This sharpness traveled from that point ever downward, and it began to fill her. Even slowly as her heart began to pick up pace once more. This warm and tingling sensation had started to become something savage. As she was filled every beat of her heart became something painful as if it intended to explode, implode or something akin to stopping but it did not. No as the powerful blood of Sorin flowed back into her veins, filling her with lurid pallor once more the girl's body slowly began to feel like it was alight. It was to her as if she had a fever, but it was much more than that. It was no simple warm head or face, or neck... No her entire body was aflame on the inside all caused by Sorin's blood as it tried to work on her. She could feel this with every fiber of her being, there was no dull lulling pain to ignore. Kasmina's entire body was on fire as he pumped her full of his own blood, it was as if she was being burned alive from within but her body wouldn't simply allow her to become ashes... it was torture.

[Bloodedge]

While he could not begin to imagine what the sensation of becoming a vampire was like, Sorin knew from the words of others that it was not pleasant at all. Different victims dealt with it in their own ways, but that did not change the fact that this was happening before him, because of him, right now. He couldn't be of help. At least, there was nothing he could do right at this moment. He had to remain vigilant and ensure that Kasmina's body was filled with blood once more, lest she be formed into a ghoul. Persistence was key, and Sorin kept it. The refilling of blood would take just as long as the draining had, though in this case, it was meant to take about this much time. Still tense from the conversion of Kasmina's blood into his own, Sorin intensified his grip, holding onto his wife's body as one would a long lost companion. It was all he could manage while he still bit her, aside from whatever soothing Kasmina managed to get from his fangs alone.

[Apollymi]

Had it taken this long for all the blood to leave her body? Kasmina's mind was working furiously as she burned from within. Somehow she felt it was likely much easier to die properly than it was to endure this agony. But endure she would, there was nothing else she could or would do. After all, she'd asked for this, to stay with him forever, she'd married him knowing this is what it would mean. That being said, that did nothing to ease her burning flesh. She felt so hot from within that she was almost certain she should be burning to touch, but still what she felt now was like she was being held ever so close. It was as if Sorin meant to anchor her to him, as if she would drift away if he let go.

If she remembered much of this, she'd have to ask him why this was the case. For now there was but the briefest breaks, as her body began to burn high feeling returned to the rest of her person, and she felt deeply what had to be the cooling wave of sensation much like the pleasure she felt before, something deep from the center of her person which could only have been caused by Sorin's fangs still buried deeply into her neck. At this moment, she knew not why he stayed as such, but a momentary relief from this burning was enough to ease the tension in her, at least a little. Enough to allow her to feel like there might have been salvation at the end of this tunnel of darkness... it was enough to allow her to keep her faith that this suffering would end eventually. Like a cool breeze on a hot summer day made the sun a bit less overbearing... she could tolerate this and all would at some point feel right again.