Three human years had passed. The student had surpassed the teacher. Alesandra had mastered every single part of her physical and mental being. Eighteen sixty-six rolled on by.
"Adrian," Alesandra started at the table, "why did you turn my gnashdt? Why me of all people? Why I, the insignificant little girl, who lived with her widower father and her sister was destined to never marry. Why me?" A tear rolled down her soft white face, and fell onto her arm resting on the table.
"Alesandra, my darling, my precious darling, why ask thee such questions? I have answered you your questions many a time, and if I must, I will say it again. Because you called to me. You smelled so delicious, I say, and you were so beautiful on that first night. Your supple body was calling to me, and I couldn't resist. I say, a woman should not look so fair if she does not wish to draw a man to her, yes, I must say so. But, I say, you were drawn to me, I know this. I saw you in your dreams, and I know you wanted me, you wanted me, yes you did." His smile was seductive, and his feramones were being released at an incredible rate. She cocked her head at him, winked, and walked off to the bedchamber. She could smell him, so strong, and she was sure he could smell her as well. Her feramones must have been very strong right now, she was so attracted by him sitting there, bare chested, his muscles so fine and chiselled into him, that she had wanted to reach across the wooden table and touch them.
"Come, dear, and you will see again why I chose you." She walked through the door backwards, slowly unlaceing her dress as she walked, revealing little bits of ivory flesh at once. Licking her painted red lips, she drew him into the dark room. After walking through the door frame, he slammed it behind him, and a painting fell off the wall from the vibrations. Alesandra giggled, which made him want her more. "We haven't a second to lose. Come and get me." She giggled some more and sat down on the foot of the bed.
Adrian ambled forward, his pace slow, his steps light. He ripped the light blue fabric of his trousers off as he went, daring her to move. The sight of his hard erection coming towards her made her undress even faster, wanting him in her now. He sped his steps, at her in a second. His fingers ripped at the flimsy fabric lightning quick, and she was naked before she had realized he was even touching her.
There would be no foreplay this time. They wanted each other too much. They both knew it. With one hand he shoved her backwards on the bed, her arms flung behind her, and she opened her legs for him. Adrian climbed on top of her little white body, kissed her lips once, and thrust himself into her sex. He went in again, and she arched her back, giving him better access. He thrust again and again, her cries sharp and loud. Throwing her hips up, she pushed herself against him, rubbing her clitoris on the flesh there. Her body tremored; the whole bed was shaking on the floor. Another painting fell off the wall. Neither heard it through their cries as they climaxed together.
With one final "Yes!", they lay side by side on the soft bed, sweating and panting from the exertion. Alesandra's hair lay around her in sticky wet chunks, and all her muscles so weak she couldn't even speak any more.
"I love you. You know I do, you know I love you." Adrian said it with such conviction, she knew it had to be true. Slowly turning her head to look at his green eyes, she smiled faintly. He smiled too, and reached for her soft white hand. Clasping it tightly in his own, he brought it up to his mouth and kissed the back gently. "I really do, Alesandra. I am completely in love with you."
Drifting into the deep sleep of the gnashdt, their bodies reabsorbed the sweat; the muscles tightened again; and it prepared for food. When they woke, they would need to go hunting, or soon the bloodlust would be on them, and they wouldn't be able to control it. They would go for the first thing they saw- even each other.
