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 thatmoment 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 wassaying 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.
Chapter 6
Odessa’s POV
It was the second month of living with Devareaux, and we were settling into some sort of comfortable state. Well, I thought we were anyway. After having worked two jobs for almost two years, I had been getting restless so after a week of relaxing around Devareaux’s home, I approached the house staff about helping them with the household chores. The head maid, Miss Gloria, had appeared appalled at my request. When I told her that I just needed something to do, she was a bit reluctant, but a little more open to the idea. She made sure I didn’t do anything that was considered “distasteful.” Her words, not mine. I was not allowed to take out trash, mop floors, scrub anything, or touch the cars. I could dust, sweep, fold linen, and help make beds. I usually did the work with one of the other maids, Elise or Nova. I enjoyed my time with the women in the home. They had been more than welcoming, but whenever I would attempt to do a little more that I was allowed to, they would threaten to tell Gloria or Renald. Renald had been disapproving of my need to work. But he allowed it once he heard what I was allowed to do.
I tried some of the gardening work, but was quickly reprimanded not to touch the garden or yards whatsoever. The green thumb I did not have.
The garden and yards were well maintained by a group of four men. The head gardener, Stephan, was an older vampyr, but was eager to deter me away from his “baby,” as he would refer to the garden. I understood, but would come outside to watchwhen he and the men did come to work. I learned a lot, though I would never make a good gardener.
At first, Devareaux allowed me these activities, though I could tell he did not approve. By the second month he had asked is there nothing else I would like to do with my time. I didn’t know what else to do with my time. honestly. When you couldn’t afford to do much more than work or eat out on the rare occasion, how else would you know what to do with your time when you weren’t able to afford those luxuries? The one thing I did allow for, Miss Gloria, with Devareaux’s permission, helped me purchase clothes. She ordered them through a catalog from a local boutique and had them delivered within three days. The clothing was too nice for my liking, but I would have to dress the part. One of the items was a silvery dress that I would be wearing at an upcoming gala event. I wondered if this would be my first public appearance as Devareaux’s blood wife. That thought left me anxious, knowing my first appearance in a gala event would have all eyes on me. Would they accept me? Would they shun me?
I was extremely apprehensive about the first appearance. Up to this point, Devareaux continued to say he wanted to make sure I was comfortable and ready before my first introduction. Apparently, that even met with his family. I still had not met his parents or his sister.
One time I had asked both Miss Gloria and Renald about Devareaux’s family. Miss Gloria gushed about Estella, saying she was perfect, even for an aristocrat. Renald had referred to her as a “fine young lady with a good head on her shoulders.” His parents? Miss Gloria had looked a bit uncomfortable, but said, “They are just your typical aristocrats,” with a tight smile. I wasn’t sure what that meant. But I looked forward to meeting Estella. I just wasn’t sure when that would happen. I was starting to question if Devareaux was ashamed that I was a lowblood born. I knew it would bring questions once that part came out. We had yet to discuss what the differences in our stations actually even meant to us.
The sex was phenomenal. I had thought that first time would have been the best it would ever be, but I was proven wrong.
