Hunter watches as Rook sleeps, imagining all the things they’ll do together, see together. He envisions what it will be like when he shows her his farm back home, his real home.

Rook’s eyes remain closed in mock slumber, “I can feel you watching me.”

“Can you?” Hunter’s elated that she’s awake. He’s dying to talk to her, there’s so much to talk about.

He rolls over and pounces on her, “Good morning.”

“Good, yes.” Rook opens her lids, “Morning, that’s debatable.”

“Mm, very good.” Hunter leans down, kissing her neck.

“Hold up,” Rook demands. “As a vampire I realize that bodily functions are no longer an issue for you, but they are for me.” She wriggles her way out from underneath him.

His eyes never leave the curves of her ass until she disappears around the corner. He lays back on the bed full of joy.

She tries to sneak up on him, lunging onto the bed, but he catches her in midair and pulls her on top of him, “Dammit! I used to be so good at sneaking around.” She hitches her unruly hair behind her ears, “I’m losing my edge.”

“You’re not losing anything.” He grinds his hard cock against core.

“Seems I’ve gained something.” She waggles her brow.

“Any time you want.” He drags his fingers down her shoulders, coming to a rest in the small of her back.

She sucks in a contented breath, heat spiraling through her. Moisture pools between her thighs, readying for him.

“This I could definitely get used to.” She grinds her hips, nestling his cock between her lips, rubbing her clit against him.

He rocks her hips, “Are you going to tease me or let me in?”

“In good time.” Her expression clouds.

“What’s wrong?”

“Well, I hate to be a killjoy, but shouldn’t we be using condoms?” she says, biting her lip nervously.

Hunter laughs, “You really don’t know a lot about vampires.”

“What, they have an aversion to latex?” She pulls her lips to the side.

“We aren’t capable of producing young,” Hunter explains.

“Really?” she says, ticking her head back. “I guess that makes sense though.”

“It’s one of the tradeoffs for being immortal.” He shrugs.

“I can’t ima–” She stops herself before going down the road of things that will hinder their relationship.

“Rook.” Hunter pins her with a look. “We have an infinite amount of time to worry about all of the mechanics of this. Let's enjoy the beginning.”

“I want to, but I can’t stop worrying,” she says, lowering her head.

“About what?”

“It’s not about children.” She shakes her head slightly, “Honestly, I’ve never had a vision of what my life was going to be like, I never had a plan, so that’s not it. My main concern is what happens with this blood ritual?”

“I don’t know, but I survived your blood once before, I’ll do it again,” he tries to assure her with little effect on her mood. “What else?”

She rolls off of him to her side on the bed, “I don’t know if I want to be a vampire.”

Hunter widens his eyes, “You don’t have to be.”

“How will I stay with you? How will the way I need to live fit in with yours? And what about as I age, and you don’t?” It’s clear she’s been giving this a lot of thought. “You look to be in your mid-thirties. We’ve got about twenty years before our age difference is no longer considered appropriate.”

“I don’t care about any of that. I will still love your wrinkled skin, failing vision and I’ll even carry your cane for you.” He makes light while still being serious.

“This isn’t funny,” she says.

“If it concerns you, of course it isn’t funny.” He rolls to his side to meet her gaze, “All of these are things we can overcome. I’m not going to force you to become a vampire if you don’t want to.” He exhales with relief, “Honestly, in many ways I’m relieved.”

“Relieved?” Her mouth screws up with question.

“Yes,” he says, wide-eyed. “I’ve never had a progeny.”

“What?”

“A progeny.” He continues to explain, “I’ve never created another vampire.”

“Why?” she asks.

“I’ve never created a vampire because in many ways I thinks it’s cruel. When you are first turned, you are anything but yourself. You’re blood-crazed, you can’t get enough. You have to give up the sun.”

“But after a while there are day-walkers, how does that work?” she asks.

“You must be ancient, thousands of years old to be a day-walker.” He pins her with a look, “Giving up the sun was one of the hardest things for me. Then there’s giving up food. You don’t really desire it, but you can still smell it, but if you eat it you will become ill.”

“No more double bacon cheeseburgers?” Her gaze fills with worry.

“Nope, but you’re welcome and will be willing to drain an entire cow of its blood when you go through the phase of trying not to feed from humans. Vamplings tend to take too much and end up killing their donors.”

“Wow, I hadn’t thought of all that,” she says thoughtfully. “You know, if you’re trying to sell me on the idea, you’re doing a shitty job.”

“I’m not trying to sell you on anything,” he says point blank. “I’m not sure I would I grant that wish. I haven’t even covered the hardest part.”

“What’s that?” She really doesn’t want to know.

“Watching all the people you love most die and then you are alone.” His thoughts drift back to the day he found Runa laying on the pallet of furs.

“I um...my parents are a pain in the ass, but I can’t imagine them dying.” Pain flickers in her eyes.

Hunter chuckles, “That, my dear, is the natural order of things. It’s completely unnatural in this day and age for a parent to bury a child.”

“I know but still...I can’t imagine what it will be like.” Melancholy sets in at the thought.

“But if I turned you, you would be dead to them, it could be dangerous for you to be around them.” He pulls his lips into a thin line.

“I wouldn’t be able to see my parents?” she questions.

“No, unless you had an amazing amount of control.”

She sighs, picking at a loose thread on the pillow case, “But we have time, at least twenty years.”

“Yes, we have as much time as you would like.” The relief shows in Hunter’s expression. He’s never wanted a progeny, never wanted to put anyone through what he went through when he was first turned. It’s why he chose not to turn Runa, a decision he has regretted many times throughout his life without her. The thoughts of his research waft through his mind, but he doesn’t bring it up. He doesn’t want her to have false hope.

“So why worry about all that now? Let’s focus on all the good things ahead of us. Like getting to know each other. Our quirks, and please God tell me you’re not a loud chewer.” She sits up on the bed, “I seriously can’t even be friends with someone that...” She trails off, shrinking back. “Well, good to know that won’t be a problem.”

He rolls onto her quickly with a mischievous gleam in his eye, “I can promise you’ll never have to hear me chew, but I can’t promise I won’t be loud while I’m eating that delicious pussy.” He lowers himself down between her legs, spreading her knees apart with care.

She lays still as he nibbles the soft skin on her thigh, her back arching in anticipation.

With his hands he parts the soft lips and circles his tongue around her opening.

“Hu–” is all she can manage through her strangled breaths of ecstasy.

Hunter glances up and growls, “Hold on, baby, I’m just getting started.”

Rook’s eyes squeeze shut, and she holds on for dear life.

Hunter’s tongue explores the soft flesh, flicking his tongue up to her hard bundle of nerves. He puts his hand on her belly to still her squirming while he drinks down her essence. “Mm, you are fucking exquisite.”

He slides his finger in her opening, stroking upward inside her.

Rook’s moans grow louder as she writhes under his careful control. “Don’t...stop…”

“I have no intention of stopping, ever.” He continues to work his fingers inside her.

He licks a finger on his free hand and rubs it over her asshole, not penetrating, only teasing with varied amounts of pressure.

Rook’s pussy drips with approval as her climax sends the sweetest of fire from the tips of her fingers to her core. Her eyes open wide and she bucks against him, unable to control her own movements.

Hunter’s tongue laps over her clit, letting up slightly feeling her walls contract and twitch around his fingers. He’s going to bring her orgasm to as fine a point as possible. He hums into her core, feeling her swell against his lips.

Rook lets out a primal cry, paying homage to Hunter’s incredible skill. She pants, trying to sit up but gives up by collapsing back on the bed. “Holy…what the…shit.” She gasps in disbelief.

Hunter crawls up to her, wiping the moisture off his chin. “Orgasms are truly a gift from the gods.”

Rook’s heart pounds hard against her chest and she’s unable to completely still her own breath, “I like your gods.” Her head rolls toward him, “I want to know more about them, but I’m going to need a minute.”

Hunter grins satisfied, stroking his huge cock, ready to ravage her body more, “You’ve got a minute.”

Rook reaches down, wrapping her delicate hand around his girth to take over for him while he leans back, enjoying the sensation of her touch.

She straddles him with her wet opening just above him, teasing the head. She flinches each time it passes over her clit.

With intense control she lowers down onto him, only the tip pressing inside her. Heat spirals through her, still feeling a mix of pain and pleasure of being stretched open. She releases a ragged breath and lowers further.

“Go slow, baby, you’ve got a tight little pussy,” he says, dragging his fingers down the curve of her waist.

She relaxes down, taking all of him in and grinds against him. Rook rocks faster on him, losing herself in the movements, her hair wild when she throws her head back in pleasure.

“Easy,” he warns but she doesn’t heed, she grinds harder pinning him with an intense stare, daring him to come.

“I want your cum inside me,” she growls.

Rook’s pussy clenches and strokes his steely length, owning every inch of him. Hunter’s fingers dig into her waist, moving her harder on him. “I want you to come with me.”

With uneven gasps she nods, never slowing. Her own orgasm building in her belly, his cock rubbing against her insides dragging another orgasm through her being.

Hunter sits up pushing inside her as he releases a roar that could be heard for miles. He fills her with his cum, feeling her walls twitch around him with her own orgasm.

Unable to catch her breath, she relaxes down on his shoulder. “You’ll give me this for a lifetime?” she whispers.

He growls low in her ear, “I’ll give you this for eternity.”