Only to feel euphoria the moment his blood hit her tongue. “Oh, fucking hell. That feels amazing.” Sylas moaned and wrapped his arms around her to lock them together. He’d never sired another vampire before, nor had another vampire ever fed on him. There was nothing to be gained in regards to nutrition for one vampire to feed on another. For a vampire and their spawn, however, there was pleasure to be shared when sharing blood. There was a spiritual bond formed between sire and spawn that, if cultivated, could lead to an erotic and very rewarding relationship. If she wasn’t transitioning, Sylas would have bitten her as well. Right now she needed her strength, so instead he shoved the open cap of the blood pouch into his mouth and drank deeply from it instead. He squeezed it with his right hand, and his left stroked Cassandra’s bare back. The silk sheet draped over her hips and did very little to hide the press of his erection against her. It was difficult to separate feeding and fucking, for a vampire, and the feel of her fangs in his neck made his dick as hard as a pole. She pawed at his left bicep and the back of his head, gorging on his blood and whimpering with pleasure. Her body started to sing with ecstasy, and she rubbed herself against him needily. His blood was doing wickedly wonderful things to her body. Not only did it numb the torturous pain gripping her to a mild ache, but her body seemed to come alive to a symphony of desire. His skin was cool, where she was feverish. His hands were strong and tender, and she felt moments away from falling apart helplessly. The beast within purred each time he caressed her back and whispered encouragement to her. The beast within Sylas preened itself and wanted to roll over so his bride was beneath him. He wanted to get his fangs and his cock inside her. To take her pleasure to new heights that only he could take her. 

Not yet. This isn’t about me. This is about Cassandra. Sylas forced down his rampant desire to fuck his spawn, and instead he continued to tell her she was doing so well. She’d pleased him, and how good she made him feel as she fed from him. He knew that a newly spawned vampire hung on the praise or punishment given to them by their maker. You’ve been neglected and mistreated by the world, Cassandra. As my bride, you will be treasured and adored. Focused on her needs, Sylas reached up with his right hand to open the nearest mini fridge. He retrieved another blood pack and chuckled at the little grumble she released as he jostled her. Her hands gripped his arm and hair tightly, warning him not to do that again. Awww. That’s adorable. “It’s alright. I’m not going anywhere. I’m just keeping up with your hunger.” He bit off the cap and reassured her with his left hand on the back of her head. “You’re doing so well, Cassandra. You’ll pass out soon, so make sure to drink as much as you can.” He would recover in between her feedings and keep her clean and comfortable. At the thought of falling unconscious and losing his delicious blood, Cassie doubled down and sucked at his wound as hard as she could. His pale cheeks flushed and his fangs nearly pierced his bottom lip at the intense pleasure frothing beneath the surface. Her right leg even slid up to hook her knee over his waist to pin him in place. His throbbing dick pressed against the thin sheet and her wet pussy. He was genuinely worried he was going to come on the sheet, and on her, from how good this felt. Just when that was coming close to becoming a reality, Cassie groaned and rolled off him. Sylas panted, on the verge of a climax and fighting the urge to at the very least take himself in hand to finish himself off. 

No. Cassandra needs me. Sylas kneeled beside her and checked her over. Her eyes were shut, her head lolled to the right, and his blood coated her lips. The sheet was bunched up to her side, and he briefly took in how lovely she looked. Her skin was moon-kissed and her lips were blood-kissed. He couldn’t wait for her to be Sylas-kissed as well. From her lips to her cunt, and everywhere in between. For now, however, he tenderly used wet wipes to clean her mouth, chin and neck. He wiped his neck as well, the wound having healed seconds after she stopped feeding from him. “Such a messy eater.” Sylas chuckled as he wiped the last smear from her jaw. He booped her nose with a wipe and his dead heart swelled with adoration. “When you use blood pouches, a straw, I think.” He smiled blissfully, finishing off the second blood pouch he started earlier and sighing with satisfaction when he did. “Get your rest, my beautiful bride.” He covered her with the silk sheet and tucked her in. He pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and multitasked. He drained another three blood pouches until he felt bloated, but knew he’d need to stock up, ready for when she awoke to her next ravenous need to feed. While replenishing his own blood supply, he also attended to the paperwork involved with ensuring Cassandra’s transition into the Underfolk society was as smooth as possible. He’d already prepared a fake ID and marriage licence for her. Cassandra Alvah is 24, and she married Sylas Alvah last year. Sure, Cassandra was 19, but she’s immortal now, so she’ll never age. Her staff ID was ready to be collected so she could be his apprentice at work, as promised. He also saved a few tabs on his tablet for her to look at so he could buy her a new wardrobe of clothes, get toiletries she desired, and, well, anything that would help her settle into her new life as his bride. 

He also made sure to check Newberry’s police database to check if Dustin Gregor or either of his daughters had reported Cassandra as missing. Of course they hadn’t, but they were probably asleep. It was nearly 2 a.m. over there. In London, where Sylas was based, it was 7 a.m. For a vampire, that was still far too early to be awake. Even so, he wouldn’t sleep for a long time yet. Not until Cassandra’s transformation had finished and they could both sleep like the dead. He smiled, imagining it fondly. Asleep in the soft silk bed with Cassandra nestled to his side and her hunger satisfied. Hopefully her sexual hunger would be his pleasure to satisfy as well, but he doubted it. No, Cassandra was far to fiery to surrender that easily. When she needed blood, she would have to come to him, but it would be quite some time until she willingly gave her body and her heart to her sire. But on the day that she does, I’ll find nirvana between her thighs. In the mean time, I’ll work on the chemistry we established when she worked for me at the house of horrors until she’s as smitten with me as I am with her. Sylas knew she was the bride he’d been waiting for, and they had eternity for Cassandra to realise it too. 

Just as Sylas was contemplating if he had time to bring his gaming PC into the basement to entertain himself with, Cassandra began to stir. She whined and clawed her hands against the sheets, her hunger and pain rousing her from her dead sleep. Sylas hopped out of his shorts, swiped a few bags of blood and eagerly crawled onto the bed to don the position. Her eyes opened; pain, anger, and need were a torrent in her gaze. Sylas didn’t even get a chance to speak to her, before she threw her body over and sank her fangs into his neck. He cradled her, drank from his blood pouches, and settled in. She would need to feed often in the beginning, but as time went on and her transformation progressed, she’d go longer between feeds. And once you’ve finished your transition, I’ll give you the bright future you’ve always wanted. Freedom from the shackles of your old life, a well-paid job, and affection you can trust will never leave you. My love is eternal, my beautiful, moon-kissed bride.