The claim marking went far better than Rick had initially thought that it would given the fact that he hadn't exactly explained to Sara just how that it was done.
No instead he'd simply chosen to remain quiet and led her to where he needed her to be- not for deceptive reasons, mind you- but simply so that if she decided to rescind the words or told him 'no' or 'stop' then he could do so and she wouldn't have to feel any guilt about it later on.
However what had pleasantly surprised him was just how receptive she was to being claim marked- especially given the certain lack of information. After all it wasn't exactly a noticeably physical marking. It sometimes required blood- if the female was untouched by a male. And from the male, it required his seed.
The reasons for this were more often than not, more than just a little bit difficult to really explain to someone who was born as a human.
But to sum things up, it had a lot to do with mingled scents and such. The only real parallel that Rick could think of to even kind of explain such an intimate act, was something along the lines of how dogs marked their territory.
Alpha's tended to do the same.
Only in a much more flattering and slightly less messy way that didn't involve urination.
And yet Sara had followed his lead with shy, sweet, honeyed kisses and virginal hesitance that he'd found so thoroughly endearing that he had done his absolute best to attend to her needs and desires repeatedly, long before he ever bothered to see to his own.
True, he had shed her virgin blood.
It was somewhat regrettable, but simply couldn't have been helped.
Yet he had held her in his arms as he had patiently, and tenderly claimed her body. Had licked, kissed, suckled the tender flesh of her throat, shoulders and breasts and everywhere else that he could reach until she had keened and sobbed and whined for completion.
Then and only then had he reached his own climax.
The feel of her body milking him of every little bit of seed that his body had to offer had been beyond extraordinary. And when he had finally finished cumming inside of her, he had slowly, oh-so-painstakingly slowly- withdrawn from her body so as not to cause her any more pain or discomfort than he already had. And had lain himself on the bed next to her and gathered her body in his arms and shifted her so that she was held against him, with one of his legs between her knees.
He'd dozed off for a little while, an hour, maybe two. After which he had awoken and carefully extracted himself from his snuggle buddy and then rolled out of bed and redressed himself in his jeans and with one last look at Sara had left the room to go and fix something for the both of them to eat for dinner since he didn't doubt that she would be famished by the time she woke up.
That had been two in a half hours ago, and while she still slept- he knew that she would be awakening soon.
Until then though, he didn't mind standing there in the door watching her. In fact he rather enjoyed it. Given how overly much she must have been drained from the claim marking.
He'd already finished up cooking their dinner, and was more than pleased to say that he'd sort of gone all out for her again.
He'd fixed buttermilk breaded fried chicken thighs, some creamy macaroni salad (the kind that she liked- the nice boxed kind with elbow macaroni and peas and some sort of flavor pouch) home made mashed potato's with a side of gravy, some beans- which were more for him than her due to the fact that she got sick around them- and some fried tomato's, and onion rings.
Now that he'd finished all of that was had set some aside for her to eat once she finally decided to stir, he found himself standing in the doorway to his slightly darkening bedroom, his neon eyes glowed softly in the slowly dimming light; he drank in the sight of her lying on her back with the covers tangled around her hips and her long slender legs. Her bare breasts rising and falling subtly with each breath.
Her long strawberry blond hair was tangled around her face and shoulders. And he could already see the markings that had been left behind on her flesh by his fingertips and mouth.
They looked a little bit like bruises. Which was a little bit...horrifying to him. But not so much so that he felt the need to rush over and drop to his knees and lick and kiss the darkened patches of skin in an effort to apologize.
Moving away from the doorframe, Rick walked silently into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed facing Sara, and absently reached out to gently trail the back of his index finger along the curve of her cheek, drawing a small moan from her slightly abused throat since the sound was a tad bit rougher than it should have been.
Lips quirking in amusement, he leaned over her and pressed his lips against her cheek. Eliciting another low moan as Sara stirred a little bit. A frown crossing her face as she tried to move away from him.
Laughing softly at her antics, he then grabbed the sheets and slowly dragged them away from her naked body as he said between rumbles of laughter, "Now, now, sweetheart. I know that you're probably sleepy still, but you haven't eaten dinner just yet and you need to get up. Especially since you and the pup must be pretty close to starving by now."
She gave one last escape from him a try and then heaved a heavy sigh and cracked one eye open and glared at him for a second before her stomach growled.
Seemingly embarrassing her if the stiffness of her spine and the softly rose colored hue in her pale cheeks were any indication at all as Rick slowly got up and moved away from the bed for a second so that he could collect her panties, and bra and handed them to her before he then walked into the bathroom and grabbed a clean rag and wet it with warm water and carefully wrung it out and then moved back to the bedroom and stopped her from pulling her panties up into place on her hips by pressing the wet rag carefully against her mons.
"Stay still. I need to clean you off here otherwise you'll get an infection." Rick said as he carefully wiped away some of the blood staining the inside of her thighs, his neon eyes flickering off and on from his task to her face. Noting the occasional wince or grimace that he got when he brushed up against something particularly sensitive.
"You feeling okay?" He asked once he was finished and moved away from her to put the rag in the hamper.
"I'm fine. Just...really sore at the moment."
"Oh...sorry about that." Rick said looking down for a moment as embarrassment flooded him.
Sara hummed and reached out and took one of his hands in hers, drawing his attention away from the floor and back to her face as she crossed the short distance between them and kissed him on the cheek. Her arms going around his neck, her long slender fingers playing his dark wavy hair, eliciting a soft growl from him as he wrapped his arms around her slim waist.
"Don't be sorry for something that is beyond your ability to help with," She said as she kissed him again before then saying out of the blue, "Now, is it okay if I steal one of your shirts? I really don't want to get dressed in pants again for a while."
He made a funny sound, almost half snort, half snicker and then pressed a quick kiss to her forehead and then quickly escaped her and somehow managed to find a overly large, long sleeved button down shirt in a similar hue to his eyes and held it out to her.
