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He gathered her too him, bit her and drank before taking her to the bedroom.

Later, after he was finished, he finally gave permission, providing that her bodyguard mutants (her former door guards) accompanied her everywhere.

She agreed with an ease that had him suspicious.

As he rolled back on top of her, he murmured. “They will not accept you, my wife,
knowing that you are mine.”

“Perhaps not at first,” she smiled against his lips. “But they will become used to me, to seeing me around, especially when they come to realize that the only interest I have in their blood is on a blood test result.” Her eyes laughed up at him, the expression lighting up her face.

It pleased him to see joy on her face, though it was an odd feeling to care if he made another happy. He had pursued his own pleasure for so long.

She had started off merely another addition in a long line of women with which he whiled away the centuries, but she charmed and amused him. She did not ask for much and took such refusals he gave her with good, if sad, grace. He found he contemplated thoughts of turning her, before she lost her current beauty and vitality.

The mutants would see that she didn’t try anything, though since becoming his latest Bride she had been obedient, loyal and cheerful, even without being controlled.

He found he looked forward to seeing what she did next.

He was mildly surprised when she put her arms around him and said. “Thank you my husband,” In his ear. “After all, since I’m going to be here for a while I may as well be useful… As my dear old daddy used to say, ‘everyone needs a hobby.’”

He laughed again and nothing was said for sometime after.