Well, I really wasn't planning on a second chapter, but because of the pleading of the reviews, the generosity of my heart, and the constant bickering between me and my muse of doom, I have written it and posted it... it has no plot as of now... I shall come up with one soon, though...

My Favorite Mistake

Chapter 2

Night time… the time of my kind… and a full moon… the creation of my kind…

A smile played upon my lips as I looked across the room to my beautiful bride who sat at her vanity mirror and brushed her long black hair. That lovely smell floated from her. Even an entire room away, I could smell her. I could smell her on the other side of the castle, even. Though, I preferred to be in the same room as her. I loved that scent. It drove me wild… as it should…

She didn't notice me as she stood up and walked to her closet, pulling out a nightgown out and slipping her elegant dress off before pulling on the new garment. I smiled and silently walked up behind her. She reached back to undo a necklace she wore. Her hands met mine on her shoulders and she jumped. I chuckled a bit and smiled. She looked at me and smiled slightly.

"My lord…" she bowed. She kissed my hand and returned to her full height. After she took off her necklace and set it aside, she came to me, her hands clasped infront of her while her eyes looked down at her feet.

"My love… why do you avoid me so?" I asked, raising her head up with my finger under her chin. Her pulse beat against my thumb, a tempting feeling at this point during the monthly love cycle.

"F… forgive me, my lord…" she lowered her eyes. Was she scared of me? Frightened, as would her still humanoid instincts tell her to be? I would not pry further if she did not want me to, though I had the rightful power to do so. Instead, I kissed her pale pink lips, stabbing the tips of my fangs ever so slightly into the skin. She gasped and pulled back a little bit at the feel of it, but didn't do more than that. Once my hands made contact with her shoulders, pulling her into the kiss, she opened her mouth for me.

My eyes closed and I breathed through my nose, indulging in the spicy, mint-ginger scent that flowed from her. It caused my heart to beat, almost, as I pulled her in closer and hugged to my body, wishing there was no clothes between the two of us. Luckily, her bed was not too far away.

Her hands laid themselves against my chest as I pushed her back towards her bed. She made a few small noises, as if in fear, or protest… possibly both… but when I tried to pull away, she held me there. My tongue tasted her entire mouth, stroking her fangs gently and lapping up the blood my own summoned to the surface.

Finally, after I forced her down onto the mattress, I pulled away and held her head in one hand while I stroked it with my other. She looked up at me, her breathing intensified immensely.

"M… master?" she asked, worried. I rubbed my fingers against her fragile, yet firm cheek bones.

"Shh, my love… worry thyself not…" I told her, then put my hand over her oculars. "Close your eyes, my dear…"

She did as the warning commanded. When she had, I let my body transfigure its self into the hideous, winged creature of the night I was. She knew what I had done, apparently, because she gasped and tensed up. I knew she was scared of me in this form, but that was the whole point. She'd have to get used to it sooner or later… why not now?

I trailed my claws gently from her shoulder down her chest to her nightgown neck and kept trailing, cutting the material down between her breasts and across her tender stomach that jolted at the tickle of my hand crossing it. Finally, my claws passed over her knees and the nightgown fell off away from her, much to my gladness.

My kisses ranged from the pinnacle that was her lips to the tender flesh of her stomach. There, the smell was strongest. I don't know what over took me, but without knowing it, my fangs showed in their great demeanor and cut into the area. A small scream erupted from her lips while my fangs retracted and reentered, seeking out more and more blood to feast upon. Succulent… sweet… intoxicating… it usually was from this area.

The blood from the fang wounds reached my nose. Iron, sugar, flavor, and… salt? Blood was not salty to taste… not like… tears. She was crying, and had every reason to. I'm absolutely sure something like I just inflicted hurt worse than anything. In a manner of asking for forgiveness, I placed my hand over her wounds and licked her eyes clean of the tears. Her eyes were still closed, as if she was too scared to even open them for a minute or two.

I purred and rubbed the sides of my claws against her cheek while nuzzling her face with my nose. Eventually, she finally got the idea I wanted her to get, and let her own wings grow and tail sprout. The beauty of her in this form was outstanding… just the way her fur perfectly outlined and accented every curve and bend while her strong, bat like wings protruded from perfect shoulders and her fangs showed in a perfect mouth and perfect claws on perfect hands rested against my shoulder blades as I held her down and looked her over. Even the few blood stains on her stomach seemed to do nothing towards hindering her any less beautiful.

I leaned down and placed my nose against her neck where I breathed in the intoxicating fumes her body emitted evilly. The temptation grew with every passing second, until finally I could resist no more and made her one with me. She gasped upon my entrance, but after she caught her breath, she seemed all the more willing.

Soon, our wings were batting together and our fangs clashing and locking in a vampiric type of kiss. Her apprehensive tail wrapped around my leg every now and then, and lashed out in pleasure at other times.

But little aware were we of the one who watched us from our window….

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