7. Justice

Ivy laughs and tosses her phone to the side. "Done," she announces.

"My vow is no more," I agree. "And I can now ask for your consent."

She leans forward and gives me a quick kiss. "I give you all the consent. You are mine and I am yours."

And then Ivy stands next to the bed and gazes at me with seriousness and heat. "I'm not drunk anymore. I am reasonably sober and all I want is for us to spend the night together in this bed and put an end to your blood frenzy."

I lay back and put my arms behind my head, allowing her to see my erection that still tents my sleep pants. I've been next to her for the last two hours, watching her as my instincts to protect my mate kicked in. I didn't touch her, but I continued to want and need.

Finally, I am able to fuck my mate. I can fill her with my seed while I sink my fangs in her neck and suck her fabulous blood. "I want the same."

I watch as she pushes down the light-colored pants she was wearing, past her hips and down and off her shapely legs. She kicks them away. She's now only wears that small top that covers her breasts and fabric that hides her mound and the space between her thighs.

Ivy reaches down and pulls the top up and over her head and tosses that aside too. I about swallow my tongue at the glory of her perfect teats that bounce free. They are as pale as Korn and yet golden with color at the same time. Humans have so much more pigment in their skin, in a variety of amazing shades. It's one of their best features.

She giggles and pulls down her underwear and kicks that aside too and now she's naked. I love everything about her. Her breasts are heavy but will fit perfectly in my hands. Her nipples are rosy and begging to be sucked. She's slender but not too thin and looks healthy and strong.

And then I notice the fact that the small amount of curly hair on her mound is indeed the same golden color as the hair on her head. It is the most erotic sight of my life.

"I want to see all of you too."

I stand up and move around the bed so I'm next to her. My pants are soon gone and my erection bounces free. It's throbbing and leaking, wanting only her.

"Oh my god, is that going to fit?"

I hiss when she reaches down and tries to wrap her small hand around the circumference.

"I will make sure you are ready."

First, I knead both of her breasts in my hands because I must know how they feel. The heft, the shape, the softness—it's all the best sensations of my life. This is the body I will delight in touching until days turn into time. I pause to pinch and suck on her nipples. Soon Ivy looks like she's experiencing so much pleasure she's not able to stand upright anymore.

She starts to drop to her knees because I know she wants me in her mouth. It's obvious she's enraptured by my cock. I shake my head. "Not this time."

"But I want to…"

"I know. And you will have plenty of time for that later. But if you take me in your mouth now, I will quickly release. First, I will ready you, then you can have me inside of you."

And then I toss her on the bed and I'm between her thighs.

She spreads her legs wide for me and I spend time exploring her wet core.

Ivy is built very much like Korn females, our species are very similar with only the ingestion of blood as our main difference. I push a finger into her tight channel testing the moisture and the depth, readying her to accept me. Then I begin licking and sucking on the nub I know is the spot that will bring her the greatest pleasure. I spend much time here, listening close to her sighs and moans to learn what she enjoys.

She writhes above me, shoving her hips as close to my tongue as possible. "Oh my god, right there, don't stop." And then she's screaming out her release and there's a gush of moisture against my tongue that I lap up. My female tastes wonderful.

Now I need her blood.

I swiftly move on top of her, with my hips between her open thighs. My cock notches right at her entrance. I sink inside slowly because it's true that I'm bigger than the average human, and also this is her first time. The crown goes in first and I'm light-headed with the feel of her wet heat on my shaft. Then I slide in further, then more and finally I'm fully seated.

And then the frenzy races along my spine.

"Harder, please," she moans.

I hold onto the headboard and begin to fuck her hard. But I can't keep the pace for long because my own release is already upon me. "This time is fast," I tell her, "But next time I promise will be longer."

And then I'm holding her in my arms and her head falls back. I bare my fangs and pierce the skin of her neck.

I drink her blood and it enters my veins and my saliva enters Ivy's veins. And the both of us are engulfed in more pleasure. I've been told before by mated Korn that the rush of pleasure at drinking the blood of a mate during blood frenzy is so good as to be almost painful. They were not wrong. This is why I've always waited to drink during sex until my female.

She screams out another orgasm and I can feel her clamping down on my erection.

I still above her and throw back my head and roar out my own release. I am exploding my own seed into her body. It goes on and on until finally I have no more to give.

I awaketo sunlight light filtered through the windows. The rainstorm has officially ended and the room is silent except for the crackle of the log I placed in the stove a few hours ago.

Ivy is asleep in my arms. We are still naked and satiated. She has light trails of scratch marks all over body from the possession of my fangs.

Her green eyes flutter open.

"Good morning," I greet.

She smiles. "How do you feel?"

"Much better, thank you."

I proudly lick the mark on her neck, proving my claim.

She places a hand on her neck. "What is that? Is that where you bit me? I thought you said that you would lick me and it would heal."

"That is for average bites. When I bite my skin to expose blood or bite another being to ingest their blood for pleasure mating or a ceremony, this is when my saliva will immediately heal the mark. But for the first claim with a mate that mark never truly heals, because it is meant to scar. You now carry the mark of my possession on your neck, which shows to all Korn that we are mates."

"I do? What does it look like?"

"Go and look in the mirror," I tell her.

She jumps, naked, from the bed and rushes into the small bathroom with a mirror over the sink. I follow behind.

She's preening, turning from side to side to get a better view. "I love it."

I stand behind, wrap my arms around her waist and kiss the claiming mark. "I love you."

She pats my arm. "Let's get cleaned up and then I can call for help."

I nod in agreement.

And then I pull her into the small shower with me so we can quickly wash together and start the mating all over again.