Bite her neck, finish inside of her, and feed her his blood

The sound if their love making filled the room, the erotic plapping of Dracula's hips slamming against Amara's was music to her ears. He could feel her virgin walls clamping down around his huge shaft, milking and bringing him closer to orgasm. Meanwhile Amara was holding onto Vlad tightly, her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms wrapped around his torso to press their bodies together in this act of love. With the amount of blood still in her body, and the vampiric curse taking its toll, she barely clinged to her undead lover.

"M-Master....mmmmmhhha~....I....I AAAAHH~! I'm....c-close....s-so.....close....AUUUUUHHN~!!!!"

"Mmmmmmmn~.....as am I, m-my dear Am-mara....it....it is time.....bare your neck to me.....do it.....NOW~!" He commanded, barely holding back as he sped up his thrusts to bring them both closer to the edge.

Amara tilted her head, showing the side that he had not marked. But upon seeing the clean and unblemished artery, Dracula quickly lost control, and tilted his head up to announce one final time his intent to feed.

"HIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS~!!!!!"

"AAAAAAUUUUUUUHHHHNN~!!!!!!"

Dracula swiftly striked, biting down and bottoming out his fangs until the bluntness of his other teeth left small indents in her skin. Those will heal, but the two puncture wounds would forever be visible; the skin around each one would be slightly discolored, like a more intimate hickey.

At the same time, they both came and released their love juices. Vlad felt the familiar wetness that coated his cock and thighs, while Amara for the first time felt her pussy being filled with a man's seed. His hot load coated the inside of her womb, spilling out and leaking down onto the freshly made sheets from the sheer amount he had pumped into her.

Dracula gazed down and smiled at the weakened form of Amara as she took the last few breaths as a human, her body spent physically to the point of near ****. She breathed heavily, and with each one her sharpened canines grew just a bit more. She was teetering on the precipice of undeath, however, there was still one more step Vlad had to do to ensure Amara could take her place as his eternal beloved. He sits back on Amara's lap while still being planted inside of her, he then bites into his own wrist and lets his ancient black blood pool to the surface.

"Amara, with my blood, you will become my eternal beloved. You will forever be tied to me, pledging loyalty to only me and my future loves. You will never want, for your mind will only desire myself, the blood of the living, and the pleasures of the flesh. By my blood, you are mine and I am yours." Dracula then lowers his bleeding wrist to Amara's mouth, a few drops dripping down as it hangs just under her chin. "Drink.....drink and become my bride~"

Amara felt as though she was dreaming, everything was fuzzy, and so far from what she knew reality to be. Yet she could still hear Vlad clearly, her eyes trained on the bleeding and pale wrist that dripped tainted blood. She weakly reached up, grabbing ahold of his hand and forearm as she brought his limb closer. "Yes........Master......"

At first, she almost wanted to spit it out. Her half functional brain told her that the coppery taste was deeply wrong and that she shouldn't be doing this. But what spurred her and made her keep going was a louder voice, a mixture of both her new husband's and a newer instinct inside her mind. It told her that she wanted this, she NEEDED this! And by listening to this new voice, the taste changed. It had morphed from vile and disgusting, to sweet and orgasmic. She wrapped her lips around the wound, sucking harder and harder to try and get more of the strange tasting liquid into her mouth. It wasn't like anything she's ever had, truly a unique flavor that was beyond sweet and savory. The thick black blood was quickly becoming her all time favorite thing to drink, not yet knowing what a virgin tastes like. The more she drank, the louder her moans became; sucking and drinking more as she tightly held Dracula's arm.

"Yes my love....keep going.....keep drinking...." He encouraged her, leaning forward again to allow Amara to indulge in her growing thirst. He smiled knowingly, pleased to find her grip tightening as her strength returned. He then willed the wound to close, healing it in but a moment.

With the flow of blood suddenly gone, Amara finally understood what she had to do. She wanted more. She WANTED more, and she was just given the tools to get it. She pulled her lips away for a moment before biting down hard into his wrist!

"YES MY LOVE.....FEED~!" He shouted, extremely pleased that Amara had just crossed the final line to becoming a vampire, and more importantly, his bride.

With both the voice of her new husband and instincts encouraging her, Amara drank deeply of his dead ichor. She wrapped her lips back around the wound, quickly learning the best way to coax more blood out. With her new fangs, she was gulping down mouthful after mouthful of her master's blood.

"That is enough my love." He clamly said.

Immediately, Amara pulled her fangs out. It was a response that was different than Nancy's automatic obedience. There was that feeling of wanting to obey, but it was just that. A want, not a need. It was from her own free will, something that all of Dracula's minions lacked when it came to listening to their master. She had just been given the greatest gift ever, and she didn't want to disappoint her husband.

He took his wrist away before using the same hand to caress her face. "How do you feel, my bride~?"

Amara nuzzled into his touch, placing her hand on top of his and enjoying the warmth it brought. She looked into his eyes, her own shining the same crimson glow. She then smiled, baring her new but bloodied fangs. "I feel.......amazing.....Master.....hiiiiiissssssss~"