Defend yourself, and show Valera what you are. (Main Storyline)

You chance it and move quickly to disarm her.

In a blur, you slap her arm away. The dagger flies across the room and you dive forward, grabbing her curly red hair and tugging it back. She struggles, but your grasp on her hair is solid, and you pull her down onto the bed, in front of you.

“Be quiet, while I show you”, you command into her defiant green eyes.

You extend your fangs and open your mouth for her to see. Her green eyes go wide as you rest your hand gently over the left side of her chest and pull her bust down, revealing a beautiful, full breast, with a large red nipple. Her areola is wide, and freckled with small bumps. “Perfect Valera, perfect...” You lean over and dip your fangs into her, ignoring her pained gasps. You suckle from her firmly, and blood flows into your mouth. You quickly find the flavor and texture to be unique. Not bad, but different... another taste is there too. Something mixed in with her blood.

You withdraw your fangs from her breast, and pull back, looking at her curiously. You notice a trickle of milk from her nipple next to your bite marks.

You look at her, concerned.

“Are you... pregnant?”

Her dazed and sleepy green eyes look up into yours. “... no... I... .. blacksmiths... infant... wet... nurse...” She struggles to get it out, but manages to say enough that you understand.

“Don’t... stop...” Her arm weakly reaches to the back of your head. You smile at her, and lean over, pushing your fangs back into her breast. She gasps again, and you suckle, resuming your feeding. Her body goes limp and, oddly, you find that you enjoy the unique added flavor the longer you drink from her.

A few moments pass, and your thirst is satiated. You gently slide your fangs from her areola, and lick firmly, sealing the wound with your tongue’s healing qualities.

You lick your fangs clean, cherishing the last of her taste as Valera’s eyes flutter open. She sits up, slowly, and looks down to her breast, noticing the two healed over bite marks. She grasps her breast with her hand, protectively, and gazes at you with her piercing green eyes.

“I should kill you.” She whispers.