Lorenzo's voice softened again, almost pleading.
"Marie, please. Calm down. I don't want to hurt you."
She looked down at Marie's small frame beneath her, at the delicate wrists in her grasp. Marie was so fragile, her punches like the flutter of butterfly wings against Lorenzo's chest.
"You're going to hurt yourself."
"I hate you!"The words tore from Marie's throat, raw and jagged. "For your plan to work, you have to make me bleed! You have to deflower me, take me!"Her voice broke. "The first blood tradition is barbaric. I thought... I hoped you were different."
Lorenzo went very still. Marie watched the realization settle over her features, saw the moment she understood what she would have to do. Lorenzo's jaw clenched, and when she spoke again, her voice was heavy with regret.
"You're right." She swallowed hard. "I will have to go all the way."
Before Marie could process the words, Lorenzo shifted her grip, holding both Marie's wrists above her head with one hand. Her other hand moved to the laces of Marie's dress, her fingers working methodically to undo them.
Marie's breath caught.
A flush of heat spread across her cheeks, and she felt her heart hammering so hard she thought it might burst. "What are you—"
"I thought dropping my blood on your clothes would be evidence enough,"Lorenzo said, her voice strained as she continued unlacing. "But Henry will have you examined by his doctors. There's no way around it. They need to find proof that you're no longer a virgin."
The bodice of Marie's dress loosened, and Marie felt the cool air against her skin. Panic surged through her.
"Don't you dare!" she cried, her voice breaking. "When I offered myself to you, you denied me! You pushed me away! And now you want me when I don't want you?"
Her eyes blazed with fury and humiliation. "Let go of me!"
Lorenzo pulled Marie's dress open, exposing her breasts to the dim light of the room.
She drew in a sharp breath, her eyes darkening as they roamed over Marie. "I'm trying to save you,"
Lorenzo said, her voice thick and unsteady. "I will not make this longer or more painful than it has to be. Just... bear with me."
With one hand still pinning Marie's wrists, Lorenzo lowered her head to Marie's neck. Her lips brushed against Marie's skin, soft at first, then firmer.
She kissed along the column of Marie's throat while her free hand found Marie's breast, cupping it gently before her thumb circled Marie's nipple. Marie squeezed her eyes shut. She had dreamed of this, of his hands on her, of his mouth against her skin. But not like this. Not when she felt so wronged, so violated. She bit down hard on her lip, determined not to make a sound, but her body betrayed her.
Every touch, every caress sent heat pooling low in her belly. She felt herself growing slick, her body responding even as her mind screamed in protest. Lorenzo noticed.
Marie could tell by the way Lorenzo's breathing changed, by the slight tremor in her hand. The lust, Marie could sense it stirring in him, dangerous and hungry. And worse, she felt her own arousal building, an ache she didn't want but couldn't deny.
"This is so wrong," Marie panted, her voice barely a whisper. "You have no right to do this. Let...ngh... me go..."
Lorenzo didn't answer with words. Instead, she lowered her mouth to Marie's breast, her lips closing around Marie's nipple. She sucked gently, then harder, while her other hand found Marie's other breast, pinching and teasing until Marie gasped.
A moan escaped Marie's lips before she could stop it. Lorenzo groaned against Marie's skin, the sound vibrating through her.
"You're perfect," she breathed. Her tongue swirled around the hardened peak, tasting her. "I've wondered what you would feel like, how you would taste. So sweet..."
Then Lorenzo's hand slid lower, disappearing beneath the fabric of Marie's skirts. She pushed past the layers of undergarments until her fingers found the heated flesh between Marie's thighs.
Marie's entire body went rigid. "No—I've never—" Her mind raced, panic and desire warring within her. She had never been touched there. She'd never even dared touch herself.
The sensation was overwhelming, foreign, terrifying. She moaned loud and desperate and tried to twist away, but her struggling only made Lorenzo bolder.
Lorenzo's fingers explored Marie's most intimate place, stroking, circling, pressing. Marie felt something building inside her, something painful and urgent. She needed... something. But what?
"You're clearly a virgin,"Lorenzo said, her voice rough with desire. "I'm sorry that your first time will only be partial."
Marie whimpered, trying once more to wriggle free, but Lorenzo bit down on her neck—not hard enough to break skin, but enough to send a jolt of sensation through her.
"I will not penetrate you with my manhood," Lorenzo said against Marie's throat. "That, I reserve for another day. Under the right circumstances."
Marie's eyes flew open, meeting Lorenzo's gaze. Confusion mingled with the heat coursing through her veins. When their eyes locked, another moan escaped Marie's lips, unbidden and shameless.
Lorenzo held her gaze for a moment longer, then continued. "I will only use my hands. It might not be as... invasive that way."Marie frowned, started to look away, but then she felt it, Lorenzo's finger pushing inside her. She gasped, her body going rigid with shock.
Pain lanced through her, sharp and sudden. She dug her nails into Lorenzo's hand, the one holding her wrists, drawing blood. But then Lorenzo began to move. She kissed Marie's lips hungrily, swallowing her cries.
Her mouth traveled to Marie's breasts again, tongue and teeth working in tandem while her fingers moved inside Marie, slowly at first, then with more purpose. The pain began to ebb, replaced by something else, a building pressure, a desperate ache that demanded relief.
Marie's breath came in ragged gasps. "ah... ah...Lore...nzo...ngh" Lorenzo inhaled deeply, and her entire body went taut. The scent of blood hit her like a drug. Her eyes began to change, the pupils dilating, the color shifting. She buried her face in the crook of Marie's neck, grinding her fingers deeper, harder. The feel of Marie's walls tightening around her fingers, the sound of her moans, the way this innocent girl writhed beneath her, it was driving Lorenzo mad with need.
Unable to hold back any longer, Lorenzo pulled her fingers free. Marie barely had time to gasp before she was flipped onto her stomach. Lorenzo yanked Marie's hips up, spreading her thighs wider, and pressed her back down against the mattress, still holding her wrists pinned.
"Wait..aah...what are you..nghh.." Marie struggled, panic flooding through her again. What was happening? This wasn't what Lorenzo had promised. Then she felt it, something pushing inside her again. But it felt... different. Much bigger. Stretching her more than before.
Marie stiffened, afraid to look back. This couldn't be just fingers, not anymore. It felt too thick, too full. Had Lorenzo lied? Had he broken his promise and entered her with his manhood instead? She wouldn't put it past him, he was a liar, after all. Why would he keep his promise now?
Marie's heart raced with fear and confusion. She was certain, absolutely certain, that Lorenzo had just taken her virginity completely. The stretching sensation, the fullness... what else could it be?
But in reality, Lorenzo had simply added more fingers, pressing two, then three inside Marie to ensure there would be enough blood, enough evidence to make the claim legitimate.
She ground them deeper, her movements more forceful now, driven by the scent of blood and her losing control. Then Marie felt teeth. Sharp teeth sinking into her shoulder, breaking through skin. The pain was exquisite, mingling with the pleasure in a way that made her head spin.
Marie cried out, her voice breaking, but her body arched back against Lorenzo instinctively, moving in ways she'd never imagined, ways no proper lady ever would.
Lorenzo's eyes had turned completely red, glowing in the dim light. Her fangs were fully extended, buried deep in Marie's shoulder. Blood flowed, sweet and intoxicating. She was losing control, teetering on the edge of something dark and dangerous.
But then Marie's walls clenched tight around her fingers, pulsing with heat. Marie screamed, her whole body convulsing as her climax tore through her. She whimpered and moaned, trembling violently beneath Lorenzo. The sound brought Lorenzo back.
Her reason returned in a cold rush. She pulled her fingers free and stumbled off the bed, her back to Marie, breathing hard.
"Please," she said, her voice hoarse. "Give me your clothes." Marie lay there, her inside sore and her lips swollen from all the kissing. She looked down at herself and saw the evidence, blood and cum staining the fabric.
With shaking hands, she removed the soiled garments and threw them on the floor. Then she pulled the bedsheet over herself, covering her nakedness, and closed her eyes tightly. She would not cry. She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her completely broken.
Lorenzo stood with her back still turned. Her fangs retracted slowly, disappearing back into her gums, but her eyes remained red, still hungry. She bent down, picked up the discarded clothes, and clutched them tightly.
"I'm sorry. It will all be over soon"she whispered. Then she turned and walked out, closing the door softly behind her. Marie lay alone in the darkness, the sheet clutched to her chest, silent tears streaming down her face.