He resists, and some one else lets him feed off of them instead

Levan can feel his hands shaking as he tries to ink out another world on the letter. The craving for blood is so overwhelming, he needs to feed. Skara... her blood....he can smell it.... All that crimson inside of her, he desperately wants a taste.

“Master is something wrong, your tensing up.” Skara says, as she notices Levan’s body go ridged.

He then exhales deeply through the nose. No he can’t, even if Skara would let him it wouldn’t be right. The dynamic of power between them, it would be unethical. For gods sake the girl isn’t even here of her own choice, she’s been confined to Levan through accident, and happen stance. Really he has no right to ask anything of her let alone her blood. Exhaling deeply again, Levan resolves himself to leave the girl be. Yet even so, his lust for blood rises. He needs to feed, the craving taken too much of a hold of him for him to ignore it. Levan no longer able to stay still, stands up pushing back his chair as he does. This forces some space between him, and Skara forcing her to stop the massage.

“Sorry to interrupt your work my dear, you’ve been quite wonderful, but I’m finding my self a bit hungry...” Levan trails off.

As the count turns around, he sees Skara staring at him wide eyed.

“A-ah I-if that’s what you wish master.” Skara says.

There’s a nervous look in her eye, and Levan can see she trembling. Skara then squeeze her eyes shut, and leans her head to the side, presenting her neck. Assuming that the count is intending to use her to satisfy his hunger she braces herself for Levan to sink his fangs into her skin. As much as this scares her she is resolves herself to obey. The count realizing what she thinks he wants franticly motions for her to stop.

“No no, thank you my dear, but you don’t need to offer me YOUR blood, I have plenty of willing servants who will allow me to feed.” The count says, his desire to taste Skara’s blood flaring up momentarily with her offering her neck up like that.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

There’s then a knock on the door.

“Perhaps that’s one of them now.” Levan says grinning.

The count walks over to the door, and opens it to see Fillies standing in front of him. Levan raises an curious eyebrow upon seeing the ebony skinned girl, with Fillies doing the same to him seemingly to mock the expression the count is making.

“So Fillies are you in need of something?” Levan asks, a small smirk creeping up the side of his mouth.

Fillies crosses her arms, and frowns. Making a ‘hmpth’ sound she turns her head away and pouts.

“Is that what you think of me? That I’m just some brat looking to get a new toy?”

“I just wanted to see you, we haven’t had much time together lately.” Fillies scrunches up her nose, seeming offended that the count didn’t assume that she just wanted to spend some time together.

The count stops smirking, realizing the normally carefree companion seems a bit more serious then usual. The thoughts of his cravings for blood leave the forefront of his mind briefly, as he realizes something is amiss.

“I’ve... you know... been thinking of you lately you dummy... yet since you seem to have such poor opinion of me maybe it’s better if I just go.” Fillies says turning to leave.

“Hold a second.” Levan grabs Fillies by the arm before she can go.

Fillies stops, turning back to at least hear out what Levan has to say.

“Forgive me I didn’t mean to upset you, please I can tell something bothering you. You know you can always confide in me if you need to, so if it would ease your mind may I ask you tell me what’s bothering you?” Levan sweeps his other hand towards the entrance of the room, offering Fillies to head him in to the study with him.

Looking in the room Fillies sees Skara, which makes her give Levan a skeptical look.

“Or we can speak out here if you wish.” Levan says, rubbing his neck awkwardly as he realizes that it wouldn’t be a private conversation if Skara is there.

Fillies frowns then she smiles.

“Aww as long as your listening I don’t care who hears, you’re in charge after all no one will make fun of me as long as I’m around you.” Fillies says wrapping her arms around Levan’s waist and giving him a hug.

Being a head shorter then Levan her face is at perfect level for Fillies to nuzzle affectionately into his chest.

“You assume that I won’t make fun of you myself.” Levan jokes as he tussles Fillies’s pink hair.

“That’s fine, after all Ivan just play a real nasty prank on you if you do.” Fillies giggles some more as she sticks her tongue out.

With her arm still around him Levan closes the doors behind him, and shuffles along to one of the cushioned chairs. Fillies then turns her head to look at Skara who stares at the ebony girl with a shy look her her face. One arms still around Levan, Fillies gives her a big smile, and a wave, which Skara returns as she shrinks back a little. Though the half Orc girl does seem to take particular notice that Fillies’s has her arms wrapped around Levan. Such an affectionate display, it makes Skara wonder if this is her master’s romantic partner. Though she hopes this isn’t the case. Skara then stiffens up as she realizes what she’s just done. No she can’t think like, she can’t hope her master doesn’t or doesn’t have a relationship with anyone a master does what a master wants it’s none of her concern. After all if he isn’t what does it matter it’s not like... Skara shakes her head not even finishing her thought.

“Skara this is Fillies, Fillies this is Skara.” The count says properly introducing the two to each other.

“Hiya.” Fillies says giving another enthusiastic wave.

“H-hi.” Skara stutters nervously as she again returns the wave.

“Umm master is she uhh...?”

Skara knows she it isn’t what she should do, but she can’t help it she has to know. As she asks the question she tugs on her dress sleeve, her eyes avoiding Fillies a she can’t look at the girl while she asks.

Levan opens his mouth, yet before he can answer Fillies answers for him.

“Nope, I’m not a **** I’m one of the count’s companion’s!” Fillies says, speaking her role like it was some sort of fancy royal title.

“W-what’s as companion?” Skara feels dread in her stomach for some reason as she asks the question.

“It’s like a sex servant!” Fillies exclaims proudly.

“O-oh.” Skara, feels a wave of relief wash over her as she learns their relationship isn’t romantic.

Though she’s not entirely sure why she feels relief, it’s not her pace to care about such things as a ****...

“Must you say it in such a crude way?” The count sighs, as he looks at Fillies like a disappointed parent.

“Oh would you call it something else?” Fillies cocks her head to the side as she looks up with a cheeky smile.

“You could least lead into it will a bit of tact.” Levan says shaking his head.

Now with Fillies seeming to be in a better mood then before Levan thinks to ask about feeding.

“Now then I must ask you Fillies will you allow me to feed, I have felt the hunger again.” Levan asks politely as he can, though in his eagerness he can’t help but run a hand up the side of her shoulder.

Levan can feel his own undead start to beat faster as her can feel Fillies’s live one pumping fresh blood through her skin.

“Hmmmm okay sure.” Fillies says pretending to think about it for a second even though really she wouldn’t hesitate to give her crimson essence up to the count.

Fillies really likes the count, he’s a good leader, and always cared for her as well as the other companions. He’s always protected them, and kept them safe with in sect. It’s because of him that she has such an great life. Levan is also a good friend willing, and great lover to even if she didn’t romantically love him, she considered him a person dear to her hearts. Besides he is a very skilled vampire as well unlike some of the others in the sect, when he feeds he did it in such a way that it felt almost enjoyable. So really there isn’t a reason why she WOULDN’T let him drink her blood.

“Thank you my dear, here let us sit down.” Levan whispers in husk voice as his breathing becomes more frequent as the time of feeding draws close.

Levan then lifts Fillies up, and on to his lap as he takes a seat on the large cushioned chair. He then wraps his arms around her, pulling her in to a tight loving embrace.

Skara watching this, is part intrigued, and part terrified. As strange as some of the things that happened at her brothel were, this was on another level. She doesn’t know wether she should keep watching respectfully, or turn away like what’s she’s seeing Ian happeningZ

“I’m going to feed now alright?” Levan again whispers, as he gently strokes Fillies’s arm up, and down with a hand.

Fillies giggles, the counts cold fingers tickling her as they glide across her skin. She looks back up at him, a big smile on her face, a hint of passion behind her eyes.

“Just Don’t drink to much kay it makes me a bit woozy some times when you drink a lot.” Fillies winks, as she pulls her fur shawl to the side to expose her neck.

“I’ll temper my appetite don’t worry.” Levan’s assures her as he opens his mouth, and moves towards her neck, fangs poised for feeding.

As his fangs then pierce her neck, Fillies make a small squeak. The pain is no more then that of a sharp pinch, and as soon as Levan’s teeth sink into her Fillies feels an almost pleasurable sensation wash over her. She relaxes, a deep calm radiating through her body. Starting with her head it slowly works its way all the way down to her toes. This phenomenon goes mostly by the nickname, extract ecstasy. It’s a sort of trace that even a moderately skillful vampire can put a person into while they drink their blood. Though the exact method of how this happens is unknown, it is theorized that there may be some inherent magic in their fangs that vampires are able to tap into when when feeding. While not all vampires are good with magic, something intrinsically magical like this isn’t to much of a far fetched idea. After all vampires, and their existence are very much fueled by magic as well as biology.

Holding her tightly, Levan can feel Fillies’s body start to go limp as she fully relaxes. Moving his hand he gently supports Fillies’s head so that it doesn’t slump over while he is feeding. His other hand lightly runs over her body petting, at stroking her as he wills her to feel good. To him her blood is overly sweet with a hint of a subtle metallic taste. It’s good, she is one of his favorite to feed, as her flavor Greedily he sucks down more, in exchange he wills her to stay in extract ecstasy, for her mind, and body to stay in a state of perpetual bliss.

Skara who has been watching the entire spectacle, is speechless. She watches as Fillies’s eyes flutter open, and closed, her body lays limp like a rag doll. She watches as the count, who looks like he is kissing the girl’s neck. His hand roaming over her body in intimate, caring, and slightly sexual way, even though refrains from touching her delicate parts. To Skara the scene is strange, terrifying, intriguing, and even a little erotic all at the same time. It turns her stomach, almost as much as it leaves her with a strange feeling of desire.

Small little gasps start to escape escape Fillies’s lips, as Levan starts to feed more intensely. Him starting to grind his body against Fillies’s, he stops suddenly just as he seemed to being getting really into the feeding. Retracting his fangs he throws his head back in one swift motion. He’s almost panting as blood leaks from his mouth dribbling down his chin. Quickly he wipes his mouth with his sleeve staining his silken white shirt in the process. He seems unconcerned with that though as his attention is fully on Fillies, particularly the two small puncture marks on her chest that is leaking two little trails of blood. As Fillies starts to stir again, he bunches up his sleeve in his hand, and presses it where his fangs had sunken in.

“Skara can you please go into my right pocket, and give me the roll of bandages there.” Levan asks, him nodding to his jacket which he had left on the chair by the desk.

“Y-yes right away master!” Skara does quick bow before she turns around, and quickly runs over to the coat.

Searching through the pocket she finds the roll bandages, and quickly brings it back to Levan.

“Thank you.” He says taking the roll.

Moving his now blood stained sleeve he hurriedly undoes the bandage roll. Then after licking the blood from Fillies’s neck as not to waste any of it, he begins to dress her wound. With care he wraps a layer of bandages around her neck, being careful to use just enough to stop the bleeding, but not enough to effect her breathing. Fillies seems to be full back to normal now. Seemingly fully out of extract ecstasy, a sly grin comes across her face.

“Uhhh you can just use healing magic you know.” Fillies says like Levan is doing something dumb.

“I’m going to assume that was friendly suggestion, and not a attempt to remind me that I am still not proficient in arcane healing.” Levan grunts back.

“Hey don’t think so hash of me, is this how you treat girls who come to you for help.” Fillies speaks in oh so innocent overly cute voice.

The count rolls his eyes, but still he acknowledges that Fillies does seem to have something bothering her.

“Alright then Skara can you please just tidy up my study for me.” Levan says giving the half-Orc a task to focus on so he can have a more private conversation with Fillies.

“Of course master right away master.” Skara says turning around to get right to work.

Skara then heads of starting to put a few piles of books away on some @f the shelves in the study. A small part of her wants to listen in on the conversation between the count and, the companion, yet like every good **** she quickly shakes off such a thought and focuses on her work.

“All right then tell me what’s troubling you, you know I am here for you.” Levan speaks in a kind inviting tone, rest his chin on her shoulder as he hugs Fillies by the waist.

“T-thanks, well it’s a little shameful to talk about.” Fillies blushes as she squirms around anxiously in the counts grasp.

“B-but well I wished to lay with one of the servants at the stables, yet when I asked him he said I was to much of a little sister for something like that!” Fillies’s voice teams with outrage as she talks.

“Hmmm I see so your worried that your being not seen as a full adult, that your whimsical nature makes some think that your-“

“I mean you think I have big enough boobs right?” Fillies interrupts looking back at Levan expecting an answer if reassurance.

“What?” Levan blinks a few times looking a Fillies confused.

“I mean like my breasts aren’t the hugest but by body has full matured right, there’s no way one can think of me as a child.” Fillies continues to rant not even noticing Levan seems to have miss understood the situation.

“So the reason you have been thinking about me is because I have proven to desire your body, and you need me to soothe your insecurities about your appearance, am I correct?” Levan narrows his eyes with a irked look.

“Yeah it’s was really distressing to hear a man not think of you as a woman.”

“Truely I am a fool for thinking you had serious problem.” The count says rubbing the bridge of his nose between his thumb, and pointer as annoyance starts to build.

“This IS a serious problem, what if people more people start seeing me as just a little sister because I’m not ‘gifted’ in the chest?” Fillies crosses her arms as she ponders such a terrifying thing happening.

“Well I still find you attractive, and I have great taste in women so there you don’t have to worry.” Levan says hoping
that reasoning would be enough sate Fillies.

“Prove it, prove you still like me or, how do I know your not just saying to make me feel better.” Fillies insists, whining like a toddler.

“Oh and how do you suppose I should do prove that I still find you attractive?” Levan asks with a scowl as this nonsense is starting to get old.

“Mmmm I think I know what can do to prove it.” Fillies’s demeanor suddenly shifts, grabbing Levan’s hand, she slips it under her shawl making him grab her bare breasts.

“Will... your... body...” Fillies whispers as she makes Levan grope and fondle her boob.

Levan quickly pulls his hand away.

“Ahem You are aware that Skara the spell binding Skara can’t let her be sent away right?” Levan says, speaking matter a factly.

“So I’m sure she won’t mind, HEY SKARA YOU DON’T MIND if ME, AND LEVAN HAVE SEX WITH YOU HERE RIGHT?” Fillies shouts at Skara who drops a stack of books she was putting away in surprise.

Levan then clamps a hand over Fillies’s mouth.

“Ok that’s enough out of you have you completely forgot your manners, nothing even close to something like your suggesting is even happening!”

Fillies though quickly breaks free of his hold.

“Hey you meanie your already doing something like that with Uten!“ Fillies chirps back.

The count looks actually caught off guard upon hearing that.

“Wha- she told you!?!?” Levan sputters

“Nope I over heard you two!” Fillies speaks with an almost proud grin.

“Besides you haven’t even heard her answer yet.”

Fillies then nods at the blushing half-Orc girl giving her the go ahead to speak. Levan wants to say that Skara does have to give a answer to that, yet as he sees she is looking like she is actually going to answer he stops himself.

“Ummm it if it’s what master wants I don’t mind, a-and I promise I won’t be a bother if you do.” Skara says meekly as she fidgets with her sleeves.

“See, she said it’s find so come on!” Fillies says spinning around on the counts lap so that she’s now straddling him.

Levan flicks his eyes to Fillies then to Skara, and then back to Fillies. He can’t actually be considering this right?