[Transylvania] Castlevania

[Apollymi]

Kasmina had been warned properly that her transformation would be unpleasant, and perhaps this is why she was seemingly able to enjoy her bite to such a significant extend. Though the blood was being drained from her person as her newlywed husband literally feasted upon her, she could not argue against what she was feeling. If she was to suffer later, there was no reason for her not to enjoy now, and her consciousness would not allow her to even trifle with the thought of doing anything other than allowing rolling waves of pleasure to encompass her entire being.

But as this endeavor continued onward there would soon be obvious indications of this bloodletting process. Though it was quite possibly the most enjoyable thing the girl had ever experienced, as blood was drained from her person and devoured by Sorin, she'd become paler, that flush to her cheeks disappearing with every sip of her blood. The beating of her heart would begin to slow, thumping even harder as it tried to force what was left of her blood around her body to keep her from dying. As all of this happened the small murmurs from her voice would begin to disappear as she fell into the bliss of the bite and closer to what would have been true death. But... she didn't fear it, she trusted Sorin to do as he said he would, and make sure she didn't die this night, as such she was happy to drift on the pleasantness of these feelings until she could no longer.

[Bloodedge]

Sorin had begun to tremble. He'd truly gotten lost in not only the unfamiliar taste of this blood, but also the strange feeling which reached his immortal soul because of it. There was nothing but joy in the decades-old vampire. That is, until he came to realize there was so little blood remaining within the body of his wife. Sadness struck him then. After all this, it was nearly over... but still, this was only the beginning of something more. Eventually, Sorin continued sucking upon the woman's neck, only for there to be nothing coming his way. This let him know the feeding was done, and it was time to reverse the process. He did so by using his fangs to pump his own blood directly into the bite wounds. A slow pace was used for this; after all, he did not wish to overpower this still-human woman with blood of his caliber. This would begin the revitalization process... but would also begin the "long death" Sorin had been negatively looking forward to previously.

[Apollymi]

If Sorin was enjoying himself, Kasmina has enjoyed herself more than she thought she was able. Even as her heart beat slowed and those emerald green eyes fluttered to a close, she had not felt anything she felt she could not eventually feel better about. As they moved along in this process eventually her own blood would be all but gone and then... and she was allowed but a moment of peace.

It could not last.

As if by magic right before the moment she would have drifted off into a true state of death, she felt something akin to a tingle against her neck. It was the first feeling of sharpness she'd had since her bite and it was strange. This sharpness traveled from that point ever downward, and it began to fill her. Even slowly as her heart began to pick up pace once more. This warm and tingling sensation had started to become something savage. As she was filled every beat of her heart became something painful as if it intended to explode, implode or something akin to stopping but it did not. No as the powerful blood of Sorin flowed back into her veins, filling her with lurid pallor once more the girl's body slowly began to feel like it was alight. It was to her as if she had a fever, but it was much more than that. It was no simple warm head or face, or neck... No her entire body was aflame on the inside all caused by Sorin's blood as it tried to work on her. She could feel this with every fiber of her being, there was no dull lulling pain to ignore. Kasmina's entire body was on fire as he pumped her full of his own blood, it was as if she was being burned alive from within but her body wouldn't simply allow her to become ashes... it was torture.

[Bloodedge]

While he could not begin to imagine what the sensation of becoming a vampire was like, Sorin knew from the words of others that it was not pleasant at all. Different victims dealt with it in their own ways, but that did not change the fact that this was happening before him, because of him, right now. He couldn't be of help. At least, there was nothing he could do right at this moment. He had to remain vigilant and ensure that Kasmina's body was filled with blood once more, lest she be formed into a ghoul. Persistence was key, and Sorin kept it. The refilling of blood would take just as long as the draining had, though in this case, it was meant to take about this much time. Still tense from the conversion of Kasmina's blood into his own, Sorin intensified his grip, holding onto his wife's body as one would a long lost companion. It was all he could manage while he still bit her, aside from whatever soothing Kasmina managed to get from his fangs alone.

[Apollymi]

Had it taken this long for all the blood to leave her body? Kasmina's mind was working furiously as she burned from within. Somehow she felt it was likely much easier to die properly than it was to endure this agony. But endure she would, there was nothing else she could or would do. After all, she'd asked for this, to stay with him forever, she'd married him knowing this is what it would mean. That being said, that did nothing to ease her burning flesh. She felt so hot from within that she was almost certain she should be burning to touch, but still what she felt now was like she was being held ever so close. It was as if Sorin meant to anchor her to him, as if she would drift away if he let go.

If she remembered much of this, she'd have to ask him why this was the case. For now there was but the briefest breaks, as her body began to burn high feeling returned to the rest of her person, and she felt deeply what had to be the cooling wave of sensation much like the pleasure she felt before, something deep from the center of her person which could only have been caused by Sorin's fangs still buried deeply into her neck. At this moment, she knew not why he stayed as such, but a momentary relief from this burning was enough to ease the tension in her, at least a little. Enough to allow her to feel like there might have been salvation at the end of this tunnel of darkness... it was enough to allow her to keep her faith that this suffering would end eventually. Like a cool breeze on a hot summer day made the sun a bit less overbearing... she could tolerate this and all would at some point feel right again.

[Bloodedge]

Sadly, any relief given by his fangs would not last any longer than the initial draining did. Once the full amount of blood was able to circulate through Kasmina's body again, Sorin removed his fangs. The smallest trickle of residual blood escaped the bite marks then, trailing down the woman's collarbone. Before he fully pulled himself away, Sorin licked up this trail of blood until the holes in her neck began to seal themselves, which would serve as a sign of the transformation truly beginning. It was then that he loosened his hold, retreating enough to look this woman in the eye once again. "It begins now. There is no turning back."

[Apollymi]

Soon enough Sorin pulled away from her, though not before licking the wound and trail of blood left by his departure. And it was like that the calm and cooling effect of his fangs being buried within her flesh faded and she felt again as if she were burning from the inside out. By the time he pulled away from her, to look her in the eye, she was distinctly aware of his movements, her own eyes still closed as she found the words to express herself. "If we are being honest here, turning back was never really an option..." the girl murmured as her eyes opened. The wound on her neck had all but disappeared and her heart beat strongly pumping his blood to every corner of her person, facilitating this change into the undead. The first of other such changes to note, would be the shift in the young woman's eyes, which were no longer emerald green but instead seemed to have taken on a color similar to aged wine, a deep crimson the likes of which there was no earthly comparison.

At this point she regained control of herself on a more physical level, from the tips of her fingers up her arms she could feel everything. Even the slightest of movements seemed to exacerbate this burning sensation. It took all the mental strength the girl could muster to wrap her arms around this man's neck and pull herself ever closer. "My body is on fire, I know not how to resist this," she whispered to him, her throat feeling uncommonly parched. It was as if she was thirsty but from somewhere deeper than her stomach, it was if her soul wanted filling to restore the coolness of previous sensations. It felt as if there was nothing to extinguish the sensations. Even the gentle soothing of his fangs had been removed and the woman was left to feel all of herself changing molecule by molecule and it was as if each had their on nerves. How was she to cope with this thirst and this burning? It was driving her to madness.

[Bloodedge]

"My apologies, but..." Sorin's expression seemed just as dark as it had been when he gave his earlier warning of the transformation. With Kasmina's arms wrapped around his neck, he took hold of her sides with a semi-firm grip. He'd fed for the first time in many days tonight, but he'd only been able to enjoy the feeding as it happened. Now, he was stuck with the horrendous aftermath of his newly betrothed's suffering. She claimed she didn't know how to resist this burning sensation she had, and frankly, he had about as much of an idea as she did at the time. Before he spoke on this, he took hold of her face again. "I know as little as you, I'm afraid. I was born this way. I can only offer you comfort, my lady, and ensure no atrocities are committed during this transformation."

[Apollymi]

A sigh left this young woman, the likes of which she'd never exhaled before. It burned, even her own breath felt like tongues of flame as they left her. And even as her new husband tried to comfort her, it seemed he had no real answers. According to his own words, he'd been born a vampire, and thus had never gained this experience and knew not what to do to stop this burning within her. She had to find the answer she needed an answer, and as she looked into his face while he held her, the raven-haired lasses mind was full of burning possibilities. If she was merely thirsty she'd drink whatever to cool herself, go for a swim of the summer heat bore down to hard. But what did one do when every part of their mortal being burned from within, how did one ease their own suffering??

'Blood!' her mind almost screamed this word at her, and she suppressed the desire to say it. Obviously she now had a full understanding as to how massacres occurred when this transformation took place in others. She'd do almost anything to stop this nagging burning sensation, this feeling of constant death which prickled along her skin down her throat and into the very soul of her being. She understood how souls were lost because at this time she'd give almost anything to simply make it stop. It was stirring her brain, breaking the cool facade which had taken her through the entirety of her life thus far. Surely there was something which could help this sensation, even an offer of minor respite would help this young woman preserve herself this day. She'd been eased at least slightly a few moments prior to this one, the cool breeze from within, the light at the end of the tunnel. These were things her husband had given her through the pleasure of his bite. Would it be wrong to ask for something more in this moment to ease her suffering? She thought this and looked into her husband's eyes her face moving ever closer to his, while her hands began moving about the buttons near his collar with untold deftness. "I need to ease this, and keep my mind. I wish to feed this burning sensation with my desire for you... can we do this... husband?" she asked, as the words left her mouth she gently sucked the bottom corner of her lip inside revealing a dainty fang had indeed replaced her canine tooth. Surely it wasn't terribly far-fetched, easing the burning of her body with someone else was her first thought. But instead of taking blood, she could make do with the sort of pleasure his bite had given her. It was just the sort of cooling sensation she required now.

[Bloodedge]

Whatever Kasmina needed at his time, Sorin was more than ready to assist. He stared intently into eyes which had taken on the hue of blood. Knowing this to be a sign of a transformation boasting great power, he wondered exactly what sort of havoc would be wreaked if she were to break loose. If he didn't know any better, he'd consider himself in this moment to be a potential victim for the newblood's hypnosis. Instead, it seemed he was to be a victim of something else. In Kasmina's state of torment, she reached out to his collar... or more specifically, the buttons which held it together. Her words which followed brought rise to his brow. "Desire, you say?" he questioned with a smile. Everything made sense now. These urges he'd suffered from the night they met... he'd known from the beginning that it was not bloodlust alone which compelled him. Now, with his wife in such close proximity, and her hands moving in such a way, he fully understood Kasmina's desires, as well as his own. "Such a strange way to approach the topic. But... of course. It is my sworn duty to you for the duration of our lives, after all." With that said, Sorin had to move forward only a few inches to press pursed lips against those of Kasmina.

[Apollymi]

At the mention of her desires, it seemed her husband was content to smile in her face. She was fine with this as her fingers, undid several buttons. She'd gotten all the way down to his navel a single finger dragging over flesh as she finished. But it appeared that he thought her way of broaching this topic to be strange. She didn't much care about that, given the fact that it was literally requiring the utmost concentration from her to not scream or try and run so she could do something about how parched she was presently. Still she couldn't help but allow a small smile to come to her as she looked this man in the eye and his face came ever closer to hers. His lips making contact with hers was the single most refreshing thing she'd experienced in the last few moments, it calmed the burning in her face as her eyes came to a close. 'Yes, we can do this...' she thought as both her hands found their way to the sides of his face, she found her nails and grown into small claws but she didn't care. She sank into this moment, trying to find the depth of this cooling feeling.

[Bloodedge]

Each moment in which his lips made contact with Kasmina's was followed by the lightest of retreats and a gentle brushing of his lips against hers. The hands against his face were growing claws; he could feel them granting small scratches to his skin. This was all perfectly fine, but the scent of Kasmina's blood was beginning to return. This forced the return of his own claws as he gripped her sides. He had to be mindful at this time to avoid harming her wedding dress, lest Madalina become infuriated, so he transferred his hands to the sides of her neck instead.

Sorin's chest had been bared by the efforts of Kasmina. With this being the case, he decreased the distance between them further. His bare skin pressed against that which could be seen above Kasmina's collarbone. At the same time, his lips left hers. Their new place was found upon her neck, where she'd previously been bitten. And with that... he sank his teeth into her once more.

[Apollymi]

There was repeated contact between the lips of the Count and the Countess. She'd bared the skin of his chest, and soon enough would find herself able to feel it by virtue of the openness of her top. The brushes of their lips seemed to be infuriatingly short. These moments were mildly cooling and seemed to tease the young woman but she didn't really mind as his flesh made contact with hers. She was gratified soon enough to have his hands on either side of her neck, though he soon regrew his claws, hinting to the lass that she was likely stoking his hunger once more. It didn't matter to her, in fact she'd welcome another bite from him as the sweetest of releases from the torment of this burning body of hers.

As if the thoughts of her inner mind had been heard, this man's lips left her own more permanently moving to the side of her neck. To the now perfect skin where she'd been bitten originally. His lips met her skin and it was as if a breeze moved across it. A sigh escaped her gently parted lips, and then it came. His flesh against hers, and then his fangs sinking into her skin once more, sending a wave of pleasurable sensation through her body the likes of which gave her the clarity she needed to feel past that burning. The raven haired lass moaned against his body as she felt that cooling wave wash over her person. If they did this, she could remain herself until the burning stopped. But she needed more of this, both her body and mind demanded it.

[Bloodedge]

As soon as Sorin bit into Kasmina's flesh, he felt a bit of the tension she had built up release through her shoulders. He could be of help, after all, at least in this way. He knew how his own bite functioned; if he only sank his teeth in deeper, it would likely do no harm. Sure, an extra pinch would come from the sensation of being bitten, but... he doubted that would be a worry of the woman. So, he did indeed push his fangs deeper into her; he didn't stop until he reached the point of applying pressure with his incisors. Sorin's hands were reaching to grab Kasmina's shoulders at this point, and he was working toward decreasing Kasmina's blood pressure to take the edge off. If he could manage to cause some small amount of blood leak from her body, it would be beneficial in the long-run.

[Apollymi]

Kasmina got the relief of this man's fangs sinking into her flesh, but it seemed she was in for more. Soon she would be receiving something more, as he sank even further into his bite. She was stunned a bit as there was another pinch, but she was less concerned with the physical aspect of this because the deepened bite did even more for providing her relief from this burning sensation. Of course, she had no idea what he had planned but as the burning was further eased she could feel nothing but faith that he'd take care of her. Soon his hands were closer to her shoulders, and she continued to experience the rushing coolness which was his bite while her body let off the addition steam which was this burning transformation.