You sat there for what felt like hours, the San'layn's head pressed against your cold, naked chest. Your heart did not beat, your chest did not rise and fall with breath, blood did not course through your veins to keep you alive. "Strange" is the only way you could describe the sensation of undeath.
Neither of you needed to sleep, but he rested against you with his eyes closed. His body was immortal and untiring, but his soul was aching and weary.
As he lay against you, wrapped in the blanket that had been draped over your previously-dead body, you held him close, running your fingers through his snowy, long hair. He had both of his arms around your torso, hugging you fiercely, as if he was afraid that upon letting go, you would disappear.
With the grace and silence of an Eversong lynx stalking its prey, you stood up from your position against the laboratory wall, still cradling him in your arms. You felt more powerful than ever, and oddly satisfied that the man in your arms - the one who had previously overpowered you and ripped the life from your body - was now curled up like a helpless baby in your gentle grip.
He did not protest or utter a single word as you strode out of the laboratory, gliding soundlessly through the desolate Crimson Halls.
You found your way back to the chamber that you'd slept in before and set him down on the same bed he'd killed you in.
You loomed over him, your hands on either side of his head as you held yourself above him on the bed. His arctic eyes studied your face. His expression was soft and pregnant with longing. He smiled gently at you.
He reached a hand up and brushed your cheek. Your crimson hair cascaded down onto him, striking against the deathly pale-blue sheen of his exposed skin. You leaned down, bending your right arm so that now you supported yourself more on one elbow, and you kissed him. Time stopped as his lips met yours. Your body pressed against his. He reached an arm around your head and ran his fingers through your sanguine hair. His other hand was on your back, gently tracing along the ridge of your spine.
You were both still naked, and the only thing between you and him was the thin blanket that still enveloped his lower body. Leaning heavily on your elbow, your free hand slowly slid down to pull the blanket off of him.
As your skin touched, you felt yourself swell a bit. He noticed, and purred. His large cock was soon engorged, pressing up against your hips.
You sat up, your cock brushing his as you lifted yourself up and tilted your hips back. He pushed himself up, his arms behind him and his cock pressing into you as you sat on his hips.
You grinned wickedly, and your new, echoey voice was thick and salacious as you recited the familiar words:
"The San'layn aren't all barbarians... now it's my turn..."
With ease you lifted him up from underneath you, quickly flipping your positions, and he now rested on your lap, still facing you. His fangs peeked out from under his lips, and he smirked. He growled as he wiggled his hips, grinding against you for a moment before lifting himself up just enough to sit on the tip of your cock.
He groaned as he let himself slide onto you. He was tight, but you'd fix that soon enough. Without warning you tilted your hips upward, pushing further into his ass, and he moaned. Your hands found themselves resting on his hips as he began to sway back and forth on top of you. You gyrated and thrusted, causing him to moan softly.
He bounced on your dick for a minute, his cock swelling and hovering above your stomach as you pumped yourself into him. You grew bored, and decided it was time to have some real fun.
It was time to test what you could now do.
Your right hand stroked his swollen cock, and your left shot up from his hips and wrapped itself around his throat. He grinned, his eyes flashing red for a brief moment. You pushed your cock into him one more time, then with minimal effort you threw him across the room, launching him into the steel wall, and he crashed with a thud.
No time passed as you swiftly appeared in front of him across the room. He was moaning, his cock rigid. He looked up at you. His eyes now glowed red with hunger.
You felt something taking over you. A red haze clouded your vision. You felt your fangs unsheathing.
He lunged at you, his fingertips adorned with talons that raked across your skin. You caught him, spun, and with the momentum of his own attack you launched him once again, this time THROUGH the wall.
You glided towards the hole you'd made, a cocky smirk plastered across your face. The dust settled, and through the rubble you could see he was gone. You stepped out of the room through the hole.
You heard a hiss from above you, and felt his entire weight drop onto you.
He gracefully somersaulted, and at the zenith of his roll, threw you down the hallway. You soared through the air, and you hit the ground on your feet, skidmarks lining the ground as you screeched to a halt.
He was still older, and probably far stronger than you. But that didn't mean you weren't going to put up a fight. This would be fun.
You heard a cacophony of skittering and whispering all around you, clouding your senses. Every muscle in your body tensed as you listened for him. The only thing that gave him away was the crimson fire of his eyes as he lunged at you from the shadows.
His fangs sank into your shoulder, but no blood spurted from the wound. Pain shot through your body, but it only helped to embolden you, your frenzy growing stronger and the red haze in your vision becoming more prominent.
You grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the ground. Your chest heaved from excitement and the bloodlust driving you to a crazed frenzy. Your cock swelled and your grip was iron as you held him in place against the cold steel floor.
His huge cock was pulsing and rigid. You shoved your dick into his prone hole, and pumped into him. He didn't resist, but he did rake his claws across your chest and legs as you plunged in and out of him.
He growled, roared and shrieked like a wild cat as you filled him with your cock. You flushed yourself against his hole, every bit of you intruding upon his insides, and you cackled. You pushed into him harder and faster, pumping fast enough to absolutely destroy any mortal lover. He, however, was writhing in delight. His legs spread even further, and his talons grated the floor underneath him. Between the shrieking, roaring and growling he moaned so loud that his voice reverberated and echoed through the Crimson Halls.
Your cock twitched and wriggled inside of him. A wave of cum gushed forth from your dick and filled him up, leaking out of his ass with each continued thrust into him.
You pulled out, and he seized the moment to lunge at you. He slammed you into the wall and kissed you with the burning ferocity of a thousand suns. His cock was swollen and pressed against you. As your lips locked, he pushed himself inside of you. It was his turn now. It wasn't long, however, before a primal, guttural groan escaped his lips and a huge load of cum began leaking out of your own ass.
He pulled out, his dick still fully erect and leaking. His hands ran along your back and through your hair, and you draped your arms around his shoulders. Your bodies pressed together and your fangs grated against his as he kissed you so passionately that if you still had a beating heart, it might have given out at that moment.
You reached an arm down and squeezed his ass, and he growled and snickered, his chest heaving and shaking from the enrapturing grip of your combined frenzy.
He laid himself on the ground and pulled you on top of him. You continued to kiss, and felt him shake and twitch as you played with his still-dripping, wet cock as you locked lips.
He stopped for a moment to look at you. His eyes still burned the colour of blood, but you saw longing in them. He smiled at you, his lips stretching across his unsheathed fangs. He brushed your cheek with one hand, then pulled you back down for another long, time-stopping kiss.
He ran his fingers through your hair as you laid down on top of him. You both hadn't moved from the spot, but you lay naked together in the empty Crimson Halls, savouring every moment together of your new life.
He kissed the top of your head and you couldn't help but smile. On the outside you had always painted yourself with a confident, haughty, imperial demeanor, but somehow he caused your no-longer-beating heart to just melt.
The Kirin Tor could go fuck themselves. You couldn't possibly return to such a droll, normal life after this.
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