2 comments/ 10846 views/ 0 favorites Antha's Turn By: Ivarra20 Antha rushed through the hollowed halls of University Obsius her footsteps echoing loudly in the empty halls. Normally the halls bustled with activity, however in predawn hours Antha was the sole occupant of the halls. Shortly after dawn students would be bustling about in the massive halls. Antha shifted her armload of books to a more comfortable position. Time seemed to be conspiring against her. Her last few months of learning loomed before Antha like an imposing monolith. The last of Antha's research had to be finished with the utmost attention to detail before being turned over to the Headmaster. She stopped for a moment in her tracks and glanced about. Perhaps it was the looming change in her life that had been making Antha feel so jumpy of late. Antha shook her white curls and let out a frustrated sigh. "I think I am going insane," Antha whispered her voice echoing loudly in her ears. Antha started at the sound then fled to the haven of her room. Antha slammed the door behind her and leaned against it. Her chest heaved with deep ragged breaths. Antha felt silly being frightened in the halls of the University. This had been her home since she was eight. Now that she was ready to ascend to the next phase of her life, the pressure was beginning to show. "Oh it is your own fault you went to the headmaster with the proposal of starting a branch in The City of the Cats. Look now you are talking to yourself," Antha whispered then set her pile of books down upon her desk. Antha rubbed her temples in an effort to battle off the tension building in her brain. A hot bath called to her tight muscles. Antha decided to brave the empty halls once more after snatching a robe and towel. Her bare feet made no sound on the broad tiles as Antha slunk to the nearby bathing chamber. As an upper classman there were certain privileges. Antha placed her hands upon the oaken door to the private bathing chamber of select students and bade it open. The door swung silently inward and Antha slipped in. The marbled tiled room was luxurious with out being over bearing. In the corner a large rectangular bathing pool lay recessed within the floor. A lovely nymph statue poured water from an urn in a never-ending cycle into the pool. Steam rose up from the pool warming the small chamber pleasantly. To complete the atmosphere soft music played in the background to provide complete relaxation. Antha stepped up to the pool not checking on the second portion of the bathing chambers where the showers lay. Antha let her robe slide down her body to pool on the floor at her feet, exposing her silken gold flesh. She bent over to collect her robe exposing here heart shape ass to the door completely confident she was alone. Antha lay the robe next to her towel on a nearby shelf. She then slid into the bath her back still to the door. Never once did it occur to Antha to check to see if she was entirely alone. A fellow student, Morgan, had been in the other section of the bath showering off his day's exertions. When he saw his friend enter Morgan stepped up to say hello before leaving, then Antha had dropped her robe. Morgan savored the view instead of speaking just yet. Antha submerged herself in the water letting the heat of the water sink in before surging to the surface, water streaming from her body, her white curls clung against her skin. She pulled a few stray curls from her face, then ran her hands over her pert breast, pausing at her nipples squeezing slightly. A soft moan escaped her lips at the sensation. She wished to herself for a moment that it were not her own hands touching her breast. Antha turned to reach for the soap and froze at the sight of Morgan gazing at her, his arms folded over his broad chest, a faint smile on his lips, an obvious erection beneath his towel. Her hands remained at her breast a look of surprise in her wide eyes. "By all means do not stop on my account," he purred in his heavily accented voice ."Oh Morgan I did not realize I was intruding on your time here," Antha looked up into his emerald eyes from what she had been staring at. A blush suffused her cheeks and she cast her eyes down. Indecision warred in her breast making her hesitate till she felt him step back to leave. Antha then reached out for the soap, glanced up once through her thick lashes at him, and began to rub the creamy soap across her now hard nipples. She circled out slowly to run her hands along the underside of her breast. The suds ran down her chest, along her belly to her high pubic bone, into the thatch of soft white curls at the apex of her thighs. A lone finger followed the suds in erotic symbol. "So have you finished those papers I leant you," she asked coyly. Morgan yanked his eyes up from where that naughty finger lingered. "You are cock teasing I think." "That is a legitimate question," she answered, her finger trailing back up through the suds to circle a nipple. Morgan shook his head at her and then unfastened his towel letting it drop to the floor. Antha's eyes widened at the sight of him. As he moved forward muscles rippled with raw brute strength under his taunt flesh. A hand went to cover her gaping mouth at the size of his cock. Somewhere in the back of Antha's mind she wondered if she just bit off more then she could chew. His family was famous for their seduction abilities and she was out of her league. This would be her first. Morgan entered the water till he stood directly before Antha. Her neck tilted back to look up at him since the top of her head came only to his collarbone. "Gentle please," she whispered, her voice trembled as did her body. He lifted one graceful hand to run it along the underside of her chin, "Ma cherie I am always what a woman needs, and I think you need me." Antha looked up into his brilliant emerald eyes, "Oh yes I do." She raised herself onto her toes offering her inviting crimson lips to him. Morgan obliged and dipped his head to run a tongue along her virgin lips, his hot breath caressing her face. Antha opened her mouth further inviting him inside, her tongue lightly flicking out to touch his tongue. The only place their bodies touched were their tongues, so intimate yet distant. The fire of their blood escalated causing the water to boil around the two supernatural beings. Morgan lifted a hand to place it on the nape of her neck, rubbing in soft circles with the pad of his thumb. Then he moved to cover her mouth completely pulling her body against hiss in a slow sensual movement. His tongue slowly lapped the inside of her mouth, Antha submitting completely her tongue dancing about his. Their souls merged, soaring together, heating their bodies till true flames engulfed thier embracing forms. Antha ran her hand down his back following the contours of his tight muscles. A trail of blue flames leaped up in her finger's wake till she reached the base of his spine. She pressed down on the sensitive spine firmly. Morgan pulled away from her kiss, eyes closed as the sensations pulsed up his spine wrapping around to his already throbbing loin. Antha moved back just enough so she could slip her free hand between their bodies. Her fingers tangled briefly in the curls around his shaft before sliding her knuckles across the sensitive skin. Morgan jumped slightly then looked down at her. Their green eyes locked both motionless except for their heaving chest. Antha's fingers curled around Morgan's cock and began to explore him. She heard him draw in a deep breath then leaned up opening her mouth to him once more. Morgan accepted her invitation and took her mouth once more, this time not quite as gentle in his possession. She submitted again to his will, melting against him, yet not relinquishing her hold on his cock, ardent in her exploration of his flesh. Her fingers glided along his shaft, circling and rubbing every inch of it. She let out a little surprise gasp as it jumped. Morgan chuckled against her lips. "It likes you," He growled. Antha opened her eyes to look into his, "I like it." Morgan picked Antha up and set her on the edge of the now half empty pool. "My turn," Morgan hissed through his clenched teeth, removing her delicate fingers from him. He pushed her sleek thighs apart and went to his knees. Antha gasped aloud, knowing what he was about to do. Something so intimate it shocked and thrilled her to her core. He ran his fingers along her thighs till they lay just along the outside of her lips, then slowly spread her open, his hot breath touching her where no one had before. Antha gasped and tangled her fingers in his thick ebony hair. "By the gods," she gasped. "Little one I have not even touched you yet," he answered, chuckling at her sensitivity. Truly Morgan had found himself a treasure. Morgan ran his thumb along the inside her flower feeling her wet heat. Wet heat that had nothing to do with a bath. Antha let out a series of little screams, her finger tightening in his hair. He ignored the pain and brought his lips to her lips. Antha shrieked thrashing her head arching her back. A long, "Ooooooooooooo," escaped from her as Morgan began to slowly run his tongue along her sweet folds. Antha squeezed her eyes shut tight as brilliant light exploded behind her eyelids. Red-hot flames leaped off her taunt form scorching the tiles around her body. Her scream was long and primal as her first orgasm rocked her body. Morgan refused to give in on his assault. He wanted her to beg. "Please, please I can not take it," Antha panted, trying to pull Morgan's head away. "Say my name," Morgan hissed. "Morgan please," Antha gasped her body shaking violently as his tongue delved into her, tasting her juices from the orgasm. "Wrong," he snarled. "Master, master please," she wailed. "Better," he pulled away and rose to his feet. Antha trembled before him, totally at his will. "Now tell me what I want." Antha nodded then rolled onto her stomach and raised her hips up. "This," she inquired softly. Morgan was pleased. Most well seasoned women where not as adept at his little virgin. He placed his hands on either side of her hips and thrust into her hard. Both felt her the barrier of virginity rip. Morgan let out a content growl. Antha gasped sharply then moaned as pleasure and pain danced in her body. Morgan gave Antha a moment to adjust to him. Then began to thrust. He was thankful she was so hot and wet. Tight as she was it would have hurt him had she not been so hot and wanton. Antha held still briefly, adjusting to the sensations coursing through her body, then rocked back against him, grinding her hips against his. Morgan growled knowing he should not draw it out to long. He did not want to hurt her since this was Antha's first time. He let himself ride the ripples of pleasure coursing through him, taking in Antha's soft moans, enjoying the tension growing in his balls. Morgan felt Antha's body began to tighten as another orgasm built in her body. "Damn," he gasped, she was almost painful she was so tight, almost. Antha's body spasm as she felt herself slip over the brink of oblivion once more. The spasms of her tight pussy pushed Morgan over the edge, his cock exploding within her. He collapsed against her, his lips against her ear. "You are an exquisite flower Antha." She nodded. "I needed that. So would you like to come back to my room?" Morgan nodded and moved off of her, he paused to admire her body before collecting his towel and robe. Antha quickly slipped on her robe and headed off to her room with Morgan right behind her. The two slipped down the hall, Morgan hastening Antha along by rubbing her bottom with his hand... Antha kept her hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles. She vaguely wondered if she could behave herself till they got to her room. Antha may have been able to behave herself, but Morgan had no such intentions. Morgan caught Antha by the waist and pushed her against a marble wall. His kiss took her by storm, plundering her mouth with a nearly violent obsession. Antha gave into his will surrendering sweetly, her arms slinking around his neck, a leg wrapping around his hips. His free hand reached grasp her hair then pull her head back, dragging his lips off hers. Her moan of submission fueled Morgan's possessive aggression. She was truly a seductress, wrapping him about her fingers with her submissiveness. Morgan curled his lips back to reveal inch long fangs a soft hiss escaping his lips. The glow of his emerald eyes cast an eerie light in the dark hall. He admired the curve of her throat, the pulse of her tender flesh before he struck, sinking his fangs deep into her sweet skin. Her boiling blood gushed from the wound spilling into his mouth, spurting down her chest across her breast. Morgan drank long and deep of Antha's hot blood his eyes closed in ecstasy. Antha moaned softly, her skin crawling with pleasure, her body now limp against his. Morgan's arm tightened about her waist holding her up completely. Her head swam she felt faint from the overload of sensations. One hand slipped down against his chest to clutch at his robe. "Morgan," she moaned softly. He lifted his face from her neck, blood dripping from his lips and fangs. He stared at her limp form for several long moments working on gaining control before he became a complete beast. Feeling his hesitation Antha stirred and looked up into his eyes. "Afraid?" That one single word brought an unusual rage to Morgan. "I'll make you pay for that," he spat fangs barred in anger. With one violent movement he ripped her robe from her body and tossed it aside. Antha suddenly decided to put up a fight and began to struggle against Morgan, her body writhing against him in a manner that fueled his lust even more. "Bitch," he snarled then yanked his robe opened. He grabbed her wrists with one hand and pinned them to the wall over her head. His free hand hooked her leg back around his hip. With one strong thrust he was deep with in her hot body again. Antha let out a muffled scream behind her closed lips. Blood leaked from her lips where she had bit them. Then she lunged forward sinking her fangs into Morgan's shoulder. Pain and pleasured now surged through Morgan filling his brain with a red haze. Nothing else existed for him but the soft flesh he had trapped against the wall and her tongue and lips against his flesh licking and sucking. He drove himself into her brutally unmindful of the cruel, cold stone against her back. Neither felt the passing of time as their bodies joined in such a feral mating dance. Antha released her fangs to scream against his shoulders her body exploding in pleasure once more. Morgan snarled then hissed as he felt himself exploded into her once more, leaving him weak in his knees. Both held motionless feeling his hot cum dribble down her thighs. "Damn woman I hope your full. I am not sure I can do that again," he leaned his forehead against hers. She answered him with a soft chuckle. "You started it. You know we could be caught." Though she didn't believe that would happen. "Yes you could," her father's voice froze Antha's blood. Morgan felt Antha stiffen in fear as she looked over his shoulder. He turned to look strait into furious azure eyes. "Mind your own business," Morgan snapped, thinking this a jealous fellow student. "I think not since you've just been fucking my daughter," Draken snarled back his eyes taking on a draconian cast. "Well, I believe your timing should get better then. Shouldn't it?" Draken's fist clenched his body shaking with rage. "Coward. You think I won't spill your blood because we are here, hiding behind the headmaster's robes?" " If that was the case I believe I would have been more discreet with your daughter. If you intend to spill blood at least give me the name of the one who will do this to me." "Draken Vampyre, High Black Priest to Dark Lord RipClaw," Draken spat out. Antha trembled at her father's obvious rage. This was all her fault, and she knew what her father was capable of. "Well it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Morgan Vampyre, son of Syven Vampyre. Who has a title himself I believe. Oh yes second of the Dark Knights to Dark Lady if I am not mistaken. How do we fare this fine night?" "I know who your father is brat. So are you going to keep hiding behind Headmaster and Daddy or face me," Draken cracked his knuckles together. "Oh father please," Antha moved to grab her robe from the floor. "I started it." " Well if you are intent on doing this then so be it. At least give me the chance to say goodbye to this fair luscious creature you call daughter before ending that which is my existence. " Turning to Antha Morgan purred in her ear "I shall never meet one that turns my blood again so know that it was worth it. " Thrusting his mouth on hers he engulfed her with the fire that is his passion both for living and love. Turning to Draken with fire in his eyes and fury burning in his blood " Then let's do this old man!" Draken relaxed his claws just slightly, "Well now, you have got spirit. You are worth my daughter if you would die to fuck her. You know I will win but your warriors heart does not give up." Draken nodded in approval. "Antha, I brought you that which you requested." Draken walked over to Antha and placed something in her hand. He dipped his head down and kissed his daughter on her cheek. With out another word Draken vanished in a swirl of black smoke. Antha clutched the amulet in her trembling hands. "By the gods I thought you where a dead man walking Morgan. I can not believe he likes you." "I would have to say it is more like he is accepting me," Morgan commented. Antha nodded agreed and headed back to her chambers. Once inside Antha flopped down onto her bed and looked up at Morgan. "What did your father give you," Morgan questioned. "An amulet," she answered, and evasive look creeping onto her face. "Perchance you are going to tell me what this amulet does," Morgan questioned, moving over to Antha. "No," she answered scooting away from Morgan's approach. "Tell me," Morgan insisted, preparing to engage Antha in a wrestling match. "I'll show you," Antha chuckled in maniacal tones. To Morgan's vast surprise he slammed into an invisible barrier. He clutched his stinging nose and gave her a long look. "I suppose you think that is amusing," Morgan snapped. "No, I know it amusing," Antha cackled. Morgan cocked his head to the side and reached out with his psyche touching the magic of the force field. He began to absorb the magic keeping him at bay from Antha. To his surprise the field did not collapse, but remind solid as before. "Will I be able to drain this down," he asked curiously. "Yes eventually, but I am capable of casting spells on your side," Antha replied with a smile. "Now I need to rest. I am to leave tomorrow morning and Headmaster Dameon himself is escorting me to the portal." Morgan sighed, knowing that he must mind his manners now. "Then I shall see you upon your return." "You can keep me company if you promise to behave," Antha stated, allowing the force field to dissipate. Morgan joined Antha in her bed. Holding her close the two drifted into a deep slumber. Early the next morning Antha bid Morgan farewell and left with the Headmaster. Antha stood before the massive University's stone portals. Two rune engraved pillars rose up on either side of a complex weaving of metallic circles that hovered in midair. The Portal Master greeted her then adjusted the circles till they began rotate. A bright glow formed with in the chamber then the portal formed before Antha. She looked over her shoulder at the Headmaster and Portal Master one last time before stepping through the gate. Antha's Turn Antha found herself standing in a new portal chamber. Behind her a similar Portal Device stood. Before her a feline Portal Keeper. The Portal Keeper bowed his head to her. Antha paused to admire the Portal Keeper's glossy coat of snowy fur before speaking. "I thank thee for granting me admittance. Where may I find a directory of hostels?" "The chamber you will enter next will contain all you need," the feline gestured to the next chamber, his voice a soft rumble. Antha bowed to the Portal Keeper and moved into the next chamber her scarlet robes rustling softly about her. Within the next chamber sat a massive book on a pedestal. Antha began flipping through the pages, carefully examining each page for the information she required. Upon locating the Inn she was instructed to check into Antha exited the chamber. Antha made her way through the government building that housed the Portal to the streets. She craned her head back to look up. Hundreds of feet above her soared the cavern roof that contained the massive City of Cats. A den of cats hidden below the earthen surface. Crystals glittered in the magical light of city upon the ceiling so far above. Buildings of crystal and stone rose up around Antha, drawing her gaze every which way. Antha drew a deep breath then proceeded down the stone avenue towards the Inn she was to reside at during her stay in this magnificent underground city. Her steps where slower then normal so she could observe the awe, inspiring architecture of the city. Every so often Antha would pause and touch a building marveling at the beauty of the stone carvings or jeweled texture. So enraptured by her surroundings Antha failed to notice she was being stalked. Piercing sky blue eyes watched her every move. Christian had waited years to exact his vengeance on Draken. Now the Black Priest's pretty little daughter was just with in reach. Christian had yet to determine exactly what he would do, but he felt sure a plan would come to mind. For the moment he contented himself to observe his pray. Antha finally arrived at her destination, which did not disappoint. The Inn rose an impressive ten stories into the cavern. A talented Stone Molder had molded the building from the rock of the cavern. Along the lower level feline figures rose up in columns to support the upper levels. Gems and crystals where incrusted in strategic places, such as eyes and jewelry upon the figures. Antha smiled at the beauty of the building then entered. The interior was just as impressive as the exterior. Tapestries hung on the stone walls, and plush rugs covered the floors. She was greeted by a feline with long, luxurious fur of pure onyx and eyes that shone like an emerald. "May I be of service," the hostess purred. "Oh yes," Antha produced a wax sealed scroll from the university. She waited patiently while the hostess surveyed the contents. "Ah a student from Obsius. We are pleased to serve. Your room is already prepared and awaiting your stay. If there is anything at all you require all you must do is request and we will do our best to fulfill your desire. I am Tabeth," the hostess exclaimed gesturing for Antha to follow her. Antha followed Tabeth into a chamber that had several platforms of gold within. "Your room is on the tenth floor. Here is your gem key," Tabeth placed a ruby into Antha's palm. "Your quarters are on the tenth floor. To get there just step onto the platform. Since you carry a gem key it will transport you to your floor." Antha nodded then did as was bade to do. She felt a tickling sensation in her stomach then discovered herself standing at the end of a long hallway. She stepped down off the gold platform she was standing upon the moved down the hallway. Doors dotted the hallway leaving her confused. Which one was hers? Deciding that perhaps a pattern upon a door would let her know Antha began walking. To her delight and surprise the ruby began to door when she drew even with the third door. Antha placed her ruby in the recession in the door. The door swung open and released the gem back into her hand. Antha stepped in, then gasped softly. The room before her was fit for the Empress herself. Deep indigo carpets covered the floor. Tapestries of spider silk clung to the walls, depicting pastoral scenes of a primordial forest. A massive fireplace carved of pure volcanic obsidian dominated one side of the room. The opposite side loomed a four poster bed of ebony wood. Thick velvet drapes of cerulean blue hung around the bed hiding the down mattress from mostly from view. Antha crossed the room quickly to draw the curtains back further. A plush cerulean comforter of velvet was half hidden beneath a pelt of silken ebony hued fur. She ran her hand across the fur, shivering at the silken feel of it. Antha could just imagine how it would feel to lay naked on the pelt. Antha glanced around further, taking note of the matching ebony armoire, desk, and chair. Upon the desk a crystal bowl of assorted fruit awaited Antha. She also noted a doorway into a second chamber where she could see a massive ebony tub with an equally massive mirror standing behind it. Like a moth to light Antha was drawn into the bath. The tub came up to her chin. Antha climbed the ebony steps to look into the depths. She reached out and touched the seats carved within. Her eyes where drawn to two gems upon the tub rim. One blue, the other red. Cautiously she touched the red gem. Steaming water began to pour from a gold tap into the tub. With a touch to the blue gem Antha adjusted the temperature to a desirable level. Antha went and placed her bags down on the desk, the returned to the bathing chamber. After selecting an erotic scent of musk to put in the water Antha began to disrobe. She slid her crimson outer robes on a nearby hook, then slithered out of the sheer inner coal black robes. She stood naked for a brief moment before indulging in the hot, oiled water. Antha spent a good hour in the tub before crawling out. Her muscles, supple and relaxed. She wrapped a thick, soft towel about her body and stepped back into the sleeping chamber. Her eyes widened at the sight that awaited her. A man that she had never set eyes upon lounged in her chair, his armored boots insolently propped upon the desk. This man was incredibly beautiful, the beauty only the damned of hell could posses. Long tendrils of platinum curls framed his bronze face. His pure blue eyes froze Antha in her tracks so intense they where. Her eyes traced his strong jaw line to his high cheekbones, then back to his eyes. He slid from his seat with the grace of a cobra, never once letting her gaze waver from his. Antha tried to shrink away from him, but found she could not move from his now luminescent eyes, the eyes of a wolf. He raised a strong hand beneath Antha's chin, turning her face so he could examine her carefully. Antha dropped her eyes from his face to his armored chest. Her breath caught in her throat. She felt her heart hammer at the sight of the symbol emblazoned on his armor. He was a Ghenna Bringer of RipFang! Antha then knew who this platinum haired Adonis was. "Christian," she breathed. "In the flesh Antha Vampyre. I am pleased you know me, after all your father and I are very well aquatinted," he growled, his lupine voice bringing Goosebumps to Antha's golden flesh. "You should know father well, especially after the beating you suffered at his hands. What a lucky thing for you that your own father cares for your miserable hide," Antha spat, taking a step away from Christian. Fury surged in Christian at the verbal reminder of his humiliation. With one quick movement he struck Antha across her lovely face, knocking her to the ground. Lights danced before Antha's eyes, blood ran from her lip. She raised herself up from the carpet to discover him kneeling in front of her. "Yes Draken did beat me soundly, but you lovely are not your father," he hissed at her. Antha began to whisper powerful arcane incantations behind her lips, preparing to show Christian power ran in her family. Faster then she could track with her eyes, Christian slammed a knee into her chest, knocking the breath and arcane magic from her. "Oh no you don't." Antha clutched at her chest pain overwhelming her. She was dimly aware of something around her neck. When she heard the click and felt it tighten she realized what he had just done. "Nooooooooo," she wailed. "So how does it feel to rendered powerless as a human," Christian spat out at her. Antha clawed at the Null Collar around her neck, morphing her from a powerful supernatural entity to human. She stared up at Christian with incomparable terror. "Are you going to kill me?" she gasped, trying to sound brave. "No, oh no little one, I have no such plans to kill you. In death your father could retrieve you quite easily. Beyond that I want no fight with Dameon or the University. I have other plans," he chuckled in dark tones. Christian pulled Antha to her feet and shoved her over to the bed. Antha collapsed onto the soft bed face first. She buried her face into the comforters and bit back a sob. How had Christian found her so fast? How long had he been planning this attack? Antha felt her towel ripped from her body, then she was flipped onto her back. Christian gazed down at her nude form, a smirk curling his lips. Antha just stared up at him unsure of what to do at this point. Christian definitely had the upper hand, and would dictate what would occur. Christian sighed suddenly. Then began to pace like a caged wolf. Antha drew herself into a sitting position. It dawned upon Antha that Christian had not intended for the situation to have gone in this direction. Perhaps she could turn that fact into her advantage. Christian paused in his pacing and simply gazed at Antha. She dropped her gaze down, then looked back up at him through her sooty lashes. She slowly closed her eyes and parted her lips ever so slightly in a soft sigh. To Antha's satisfaction she heard Christian's breathing stop for just a moment, then take his breath in a sharp hiss. His footsteps approached her slowly. She placed one hand on her cheek then let it fall to her breast and took in one long breath. Antha looked up into his eyes. Christian stood before her, obviously enraptured. Antha dare not smile lest she give her plans away. Instead she widened her eyes and let out a soft gasp. "If you are going to have me, please be gentle. I am very new to the touch of a man." Christian held still, vivid images of another man's hands on her skin, touching her in the most intimate of ways. He felt a surge of possessive jealousy well up in him. He wanted his hands on her flesh, caressing, touching. Antha leaned ever so slightly away from him, arching her ribcage towards forward, tilting her shoulders back. In the back of her mind she prayed her subtle invitation would not be lost on Christian. The only way she would win this encounter was to own Christian's base desires, wrap him around her will. Christian yanked a gauntlet off and reached out to run a finger along the side of her breast. Antha trembled at the touch but did not draw away. She let out a long soft moan instead and looked up at him. "New to a man's touch. I think you are a vixen and well versed," Christian ground out, feeling his blood begin to pound his cock hardening painfully. "Oh no," she shook her head vigorously in denial, "It was only last night that my virginity was stripped from me. You know I speak the truth. One can not lie to our kind." "Who," he growled, suddenly angry he was one night to late of being the first man to enjoy her body. "Morgan Vampyre, Syven's son. He had his way with me in a bathing chamber at the University. Took me quite by surprise. Then when I tried to get back to my chambers he plunder me in the hallway," Antha spoke softly, her voice wavering ever so slightly, her cheeks flushing at the memory. Antha achieved her desired effect. Christian let out a low lupine growl, then leaned down to her. "That pup, I can show you what a real man is." "I am sure of that," she replied then lay back onto the mattress and pressed her legs tightly together. Antha's feigned reluctance broke his resistance. Christian's armor vanished from his body with a runic command. However, he took his time in striping off his clothes. Antha made a show of scooting ever so slightly away from him. Her eyes however, remained glued to Christian's body. His body was decorated with the scars of battle and tattoo markings Antha had never seen before. She raised a finger to point at an unfamiliar claw like symbol on his hip. Christian's eyes glanced down to where she gestured then he gave her a toothy smile. "My pack symbol." "Oh," she whispered, remembering his lycanthrope heritage from his father. Truly she was about to deal with an animal. Antha secretly hoped she was up to the challenge before her, especially since this would be her second carnal encounter. Christian flung the last of his garments on the floor and crawled into the bed with her, a wolf stalking his prey. Antha suddenly felt like a deer in the forest, and forced herself to be calm, keeping her eyes shut as she gathered her thoughts. Antha opened her to look into Christian's pristine blue eyes inches from hers. She froze feeling time grind to a stop. Then he brought his lips to her shoulder. She felt his tongue against her skin, and a sharp nip. His mouth followed her shoulder to her slender arm, down to her fingers. He nipped and sucked each finger, slowly, drawing out the tension.. Christian ran his tongue to the palm of her hand, nipping lightly, then to her sensitive wrist. She felt his teeth grazing her skin to her very core. Molten hot sensations began in her belly and radiated out to her breast and groin. She felt a powerful pressure began to build at the base of her spine, wetness between her thighs. Christian brought his free hand to the top of her pubic bone. He placed the heel of his hand on the bone and began a rhythmic circular motion against the flesh. Antha arched her hips up against the sensation, a whimper escaping her lips. He curled his fingers down into her thatch of white curls, not quite touching the hot flesh beneath. Softly he drew his fingers back, making her arch her hips desperate for his fingers to touch her throbbing flesh. Antha clutched the comforter beneath her with both hands, amazed Christian was so gentle. Her face still aced from the earlier blow, but the rest of her flesh sizzled from his feather light strokes. Christian lay on his side then pulled Antha against his body, her hip against his abdomen. He carefully turned her face to face him then kissed her bruised lips. She flinched from the mixture of pain and pleasure of the kiss. He was gentle, not rushing the kiss, running his tongue across her lips before delving into her mouth. Just as she had with Morgan, Antha surrendered to Christian. She melted against him, inviting him to explore her hot mouth. Christian sucked at her tongue the lightly bit it, drawing a sharp gaps from Antha. Her blood was starting to boil as it had with Morgan. She struggled to keep her mind coherent. Antha knew she must keep the upper hand with Christian. When this was finished she wanted to own his soul. He stroked her thigh in an upward motion, taking note of the damp trickle along her flesh. Christian increased the pressure of his kiss, feeling the start of the slip towards the bestial wolf within his being. He wanted to dominate her, make Antha scream his name, thrust himself into oblivion, but that would not fit his plan. He had to fight to maintain control. He continued to stroke and touch her body all over. Her back, thighs, arms, nothing left untouched. He left her lips to suckle first one breast the other, taking his time. Antha moaned softly, writhing against Christian before allowing her hands to roam his body. There was something so intangible yet different between him and Morgan. That step closer to the wolf prowling through the forest. His skin had a different texture, his muscles raw and primitive feeling. Christian suddenly rolled onto his back and pulled Antha onto his body. She felt his shaft against her backside. Antha looked down at Christian in surprise. She wiggled just slightly, drawing out a long growl from Christian. Antha leaned forward and licked Christian's lip then lifted herself up to her knees. Ever so slowly Antha lowered her body down onto his cock. She felt the hard length of it slip into her tight, wet canal. The sensation of being over him was so different so erotic, Antha felt herself shaking uncontrollably. She looked down past her breast into his eyes for a brief moment. His hands clasped her hips, his fingers stroking her back. Antha remained motionless her breath caught in her chest. Then, slowly she began to undulate her body, learning her own rhythm. Christian struggled with the wolf in him, maintaining iron control over its primitive desires. He was going to show this little vixen the he was in control. Antha arched her back and closed her eyes moving her body to peak. The orgasm was beginning to build. She was to far gone to notice his calculating look. Closer, closer she felt her body tension increasing, so close to rapture. Any moment she would explode. To Antha's vast surprise she found herself dumped unceremoniously on the bed just as she was about to cum. Her body aced with unfulfilled desire. She stared up at Christian in utter shock. He now stood next to the bed a superior smirk on his face. Christian uttered one arcane command and was fully armored once more. "The only person who can get that collar of is me. It was a gift from my god after suffering defeat at your father's hands. Now Antha Vampyre you must come to me and deal on my terms," Christian laughed a cruel mocking laugh. "You will beg." He swept from the room, his footsteps echoing loudly in Antha's ears. She collapsed on the bed and let out a long angry scream of frustration and rage. The bastard had used her! Antha lay sobbing on the bed for what seemed an eternity. Even if she did go back to the university her body was trapped as a human. She would have to track him down and convince him to remove her collar. Once Antha had cried herself out she went and fetched her robes. Hopefully she would at least be able to cast spells as any human mage would. With a resigned sigh she attempted a simple Fairy Fire incantation. To her pleasure colorful flames outlined her desk and fruit bowel. Antha sighed then realized how hungry she was suddenly. With as much dignity as she could muster Antha fetched herself fruit and dined. Antha nibbled at the fruit and pondered her dilemma. At least she could wield arcane spells to her advantage. Silently she wondered if Christian would stay in the city.