Chapter 5
Devareaux’s POV
That first night of the taking should have been the most potent of all the takings.
But somehow, every time I took the blood with my wife since that night, it was always intense and addicting.
I remember that first night like it was yesterday.
I had been smelling her blood from the moment she had entered the room at the Facility.
I couldn’t get away from it no matter how far away I stood from her.
I thought that this would change after taking the blood that first time. It did not.
The second my fangs sank into Odessa, my body started thrumming with pure pleasure.
It was more intoxicating than any sexual experience I had ever had.
I had to fight to maintain focus because I was afraid to become too overwhelmed, too overcome with her blood.
I didn’t know if that was even possible.
I had never asked. You don’t ask those things.
It was not done. I had felt so out of control, something I had never experienced before.
As an aristocrat, you were known for your control.
I could not control my thoughts, my wants, around Odessa. At. All.
After I was able to stop myself at what I felt was a good stopping point, I was able to pull back, but that took all of my willpower to do so.
She looked satiated, so I knew I had done the right thing by stopping.
It took even more of my willpower and control not to tear her nightgown off and take more than her blood that first night.
But I could not do that. I would not. I would wait.
The next day. The next day we could have sex for the first time. But not during the taking.
That had brought me back to a conversation I had with my father when I was all of 12 years old.
As I laid there, with Odessa sleepy in my arms, I recalled that awkward conversation.
I had heard something at my private school about the taking and intimacy with one’s partner.
It was the one time I actually sough out my father to ask a question.
I had approached him in his office while he was doing business. He seemed focused so I thought that was a good time to approach him. Father was all business. Even with Maman. He was formal and specific. Its the only way I could think to describe my father. He was always matter-of-fact.
I had stood in front of his desk waiting until he acknowledged my presence after a few minutes, when he asked, “What is it, son?”
Standing in front of him, hearing the slight irritation in his voice, I hesitated. Maybe it wasn’t that important of a question.
My mind must have wandered because he cleared his throat, and in a firmer voice, said, “Son.” He leaned back in his chair, pen still in his hand. “What can I do for you?”
I sighed, frowning deeply, looking everywhere but at my father’s face.
“I heard something at school.”
He was quiet for a moment. “Okay….”
I looked at him, and he seemed curious.
“While I was with some of my friends, they were talking about the taking.”
My father leaned back, looking uncomfortable, but nodded.
So, I continued. “Brett Cromley said that some partners get…...get……” I gulped. “Get intimate,” my father grimaced, then cleared his face, “while taking the blood.” I paused. He continued to stare at me. So I added, “Is that normal?”
I started to fidget where I stood, and my father looked me over seriously.
“Son, that is not necessary. There have been…...rumors…..talk,” he waved his hand in the air, “that you can only get your partner pregnant,” this time I grimaced, “during the taking, but that is not true. Most partners do not do that because it is a sign that your partner is elevated to you.”
I frowned at him. “Oh.” I watched him for a moment. I looked around again, not sure I wanted to ask. “I’m guessing you never did that with Maman?”
My father laughed, making me unsure how to feel about that. “No son. Your mother is a good mother, but we are fine just the way we are.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I had accepted it.
So, I had decided from that day on, I would not have sexual intercourse with my blood wife during the taking.
That next morning, however, I did not fight the growing need to have my wife.
I had been sleeping with her pulled up tightly in my arms, when my very hard cock, very hard pretty much from the moment I met my blood bride, felt there was a barrier missing.
My little Odessa was not wearing panties in bed. That made me smile.
Still a bit drowsy from sleep, I had turned her over, and slid my body between hers, rubbing my cock against her.
I had glanced up at her, and she had looked surprised, but she did not tell me or make any motion for me to stop.
I had pressed up against her again, and her head had fallen back further on the pillow, her body arching into mine.
Without thinking any further, I shoved her nightgown up, knowing now that she really was not wearing panties, making me even more aroused, if that were even possible.
I pushed my hand between us and rubbed my palm across her mound, then cupped.
She moaned. I slipped a finger into her.
She was a bit dry at first, but that did not last long.
I felt her wetness increase as I continued to slowly move my finger in and out of her.
Her body arched more into me, and I took that moment to put my mouth around her covered breast. I sucked her breast through the nightgown, then rubbed my tongue over her nipple.
She moaned again, shuddering underneath me.
I was able to slip another finger into her, pumping a little faster, her breathing coming in pants and moans.
I felt her start to grip my fingers, pulsing, as she came hard on my fingers.
I slowed them down, as she looked up at me through half closed eyes.
I pulled back enough to yank my sweatpants and briefs off in one quick swoop, tossing them on the floor.
She smiled through her shuttered eyelids.
I leaned in, and pressed my forehead to hers, lining up at her entrance, rubbing it with my tip. “I need to take you. Now.”
I felt her nod against my forehead, our eyes now on each other.
I maintained eye contact as I gritted my teeth together and pushed my way in slowly.
I figured she was not a virgin, but hell was she tight.
She felt so good just entering her. I groaned until I was fully seated inside of her.
I held my head against her forehead for a moment, just enjoying the feel of her around my cock.
Hell this was going to feel good. I could tell already.
I started moving, slowly at first, as she gripped one hand around my arm, the other reaching around my back.
Her hips moved up towards me as I began angling back and forth, in and out.
He grip got tighter, making me pull back from her enough to get some leverage, and I began to thrust harder, faster.
I didn’t want to hurt her, but I felt almost out of control, and my pacing kept increasing, until I was literally grunting and groaning.
Her grip tightened to the point her nails began to dig in to my skin, but that didn’t faze me one bit. If anything, it spurned me on.
She started whimpering and begging. “Please, please……”
I pounded harder into her as I felt my cock getting ready to explode inside of her which it did after three more thrusts, as I couldn’t help the loud moan that came out of me.
That had been the most intense sexual experience I had ever had, and that was saying something.
After finishing I laid there with her, snug up against me.
I heard her sigh and settle in, as she fell back asleep.
I laid there for a bit just enjoying her in my arms, when I also unexpectedly fell back asleep.
It had been a mind-blowing experience that I didn’t expect to happen again. But it did. Every time we had sex.
I made sure that it was never on a night that I took the blood. I had decided early on that I would not allow myself to become dependent on her and her blood, so I spaced out the takings to every two to three days. It was hell, but I was able to pull it off.
She never spoke about it, but to be fair we were still getting to know each other.
We were already a month in, and I still had not yet figured out how to present my blood wife to society.
I had told my sister that I found my blood match and would be introducing her to society soon.
I asked her to keep it quiet for now until I was ready.
Estella, the romantic, thought I just wanted to spend the time with my blood partner, which to some degree was true.
I needed to know my partner enough to see if she would cause any form of embarrassment.
The only issue I had with Odessa was her need to help out the staff.
I heard from Renald by the third day she had been in the home that she was asking staff to help them.
She had explained it that she had been used to working two jobs and now had nothing to do with her time.
I would let it slide for now, but would eventually have to sit with her and determine a better use of her time.
Maybe she could attend some of the social events with my mother and sister.
Maybe Estella could show her around, keep her under her wing, show her how things were done.
I knew a gala event was coming up within two months, and that may be the opportunity to present my blood wife to the aristocrats.
I had some time to prepare my wife for the public.