Bound to the Pale Moon (Closed for CasaSuperNova)

[Poprockz]

Charlotte was allowed to choose her undying age, and she decided on 25. It was old enough to be taken seriously, but young enough to appeal to a wider variety of men. Not that she was going to be seducing any men or anything, she just wanted to keep her options open. As far as she was concerned, she would try to find a nice vampire to spend the rest of her undying life with, but she wasn’t in any rush. This was all very new to her, after all.

Only a few years ago she had been approached by a father she hadn’t been aware of. Her mother had just passed away from a car accident, and all her life she had been told that he was dead. When he came to her, he explained that it was an agreement he and her mother had come to, that she be afforded a normal human life as long as her mother still lived (with the caveat that he couldn’t kill or turn her mother by his or his servants’ hands.

It was a lot to take in, but they eventually came to the understanding that when she turned 25, she would let him turn her.

And so he did.

On her 25th birthday, a grand ceremony was held, at which he bit into her tender skin with his fangs, drinking from her before letting her drink of his blood from a goblet. She was no thrall at this point, but a fully-turned vampire of a noble bloodline. She still had to undergo the physical changes though.

Tradition dictated that she be placed in a coffin to undergo her transformation, then when it was complete she would emerge a new woman. To her surprise, it was a rather luxurious coffin with a nice sheen to it and silk bedding underneath. She lay in the long box, dressed in a long, lacy white dress, almost as though she were marrying the night itself.

They then placed the coffin in their family’s mausoleum, behind a locked door. They were unaware of the fact that the location had been leaked.

 

[CasaSuperNova]

Under the pale glow of a waxing moon, Kael, in his human form—tall, muscular, with dark hair and amber eyes—leads a small pack of trusted werewolves to the vampire clan’s mausoleum. The leaked location, likely betrayed by a rival vampire or a spy within Charlotte’s clan, gives him the element of surprise.



He moves silently, his senses heightened, sniffing the air for the faint coppery scent of vampire blood. Using his brute strength, he pries open the mausoleum’s locked stone door, its ancient hinges groaning under the force. Inside, the air is cool and heavy with the scent of stone and silk.



His eyes lock onto the polished, luxurious coffin at the chamber’s center, adorned with intricate carvings and gleaming under torchlight. He signals his pack to stand guard outside, ensuring privacy for his conquest, as the distant howls of wolves add a voyeuristic edge.



Claiming His Prize: Kael approaches the coffin, his boots echoing softly on the stone floor.



With a reverent yet possessive touch, he runs his hand over its glossy surface, sensing the powerful aura of the newly turned vampire within. He lifts the lid, revealing Charlotte in her lacy white dress, her curvy figure outlined like a bride of the night. His lips curl into a predatory smirk as he admires her pale skin and crimson eyes, her beauty fueling his resolve.



Wasting no time, he binds her wrists with silver-threaded ropes (bondage), their faint burn designed to restrain but not harm her vampiric form. He lifts her from the coffin with ease, her body light in his powerful arms, and carries her to a nearby stone altar draped in furs, a makeshift throne for his seduction......




Kael sits on the fur-covered altar, pulling Charlotte onto his lap, positioning her so her back presses against his broad, heated chest, his muscular arms wrapping around her to pin her arms to her sides .Her lacy dress, already delicate, tears slightly at the thigh and neckline under his rough handling, exposing her curves . He leans close, his breath hot against her ear, and begins his assault with low, rumbling talk



“You’re no mere fledgling, Charlotte, daughter of Vyrn. You’re the key to peace… and my prize to claim.”



His hand slides up her exposed thigh, fingers grazing her skin with deliberate slowness while the other teases her breast through the lace aiming to coax reluctant arousal.



His tone mocking her vulnerability: “Your clan left you here, ripe for the taking



As the moon’s light filters through a cracked skylight, Kael senses its pull and chooses to transform at will, his body rippling into his werewolf form—taller, furred, with glowing amber eyes and a primal edge.



His huge knotted cock presses against her through his leathers, a promise of his breeding intent (breeding/risk of pregnancy kink)



He tightens his grip, keeping her pinned against his chest, His claws tear more of her dress, exposing her further , and he growls about filling her with hybrid heirs to bind their clans:



His ultimate goal is to make her yield—not just physically but emotionally—binding her to him as a bride through pleasure, power, and a growing, conflicted bond.



To secure Charlotte as his bride, Kael leverages her noble status for political gain.



He sends a message to her father’s clan, declaring her capture and his intent to wed her, framing it as the only path to peace.

 

[Poprockz]

The vampires had told her that they would come for her in 24 hours, despite the fact that she would be done with the transformation long before then. It had been explained that it was a good period for her to rest and reflect on her life, as she would be rather weak when all was said and done.

She found this to be true, and had been sleeping soundly before she heard the door to the mausoleum being ripped open. Had it already been 24 hours? No, it couldn’t have, could it? It only felt like a few hours had passed at most.

When the coffin opened, her red eyes looked at him with confusion. Who was this man? Had her father sent him to retrieve her? She offered no resistance as he bound her wrists, still unsure of what was transpiring. For all she knew, it was part of the ritual, though the sting of the rope seemed unnecessary in her opinion.

However, when he placed her on his lap and started to speak to her, she began to realize the sort of situation she was in. A shiver went down her spine, and her eyes nervously looked down as his hand caressed her skin.

So he was kidnapping her with the intent of making her bear his children? That seemed rather extreme, and she wanted no part of such things with this strange man who had plucked her from her coffin.

“Let me go! I don’t want any part in your sick power games! Who even are you?!” She hissed. Charlotte struggled weakly, trying to pull herself from his grasp. It was no use… As a fresh fledgling she was far weaker than him, and barely managed to budge his arms at all.

 

[CasaSuperNova]

Kael’s amber eyes burned with primal intensity in the mausoleum’s flickering torchlight, his massive werewolf form radiating heat as he held Charlotte pressed against his furred chest, her back molded to him, his muscular arms locking her bound wrists to her sides.

The silver-threaded ropes bit faintly into her pale skin, and her weak struggles only made his grip tighten, a low growl rumbling deep in his throat. Her tattered lacy dress, already torn at the thigh, shifted under his rough touch, revealing the curve of her hip.

He leaned in, his hot breath brushing her ear, carrying the wild scent of pine and musk that clung to his fur.

“You can hiss and fight, little fang, but it changes nothing,” Kael growled, his voice a low, dangerous purr that vibrated through her.

“I’m Kael, lord of the Ironfang pack, and your noble blood makes you the perfect bride to bind our clans."

His clawed hand slid deliberately up her thigh, claws grazing her skin as he tore another strip of lace, exposing more of her trembling form.

"You’ll bear my heirs, Charlotte, and I’ll make you crave it before the moon sets.”

His other hand brushed her hair aside, fingers lingering on her neck as he bared her throat, his tone thick with possessive intent.

 

[Poprockz]

What was he?! She had previously felt the shift in his form behind her, and she couldn’t help but clearly see the fur covering his arm. He was certainly some kind of beast, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn around and look at him herself. All she could do was suck in a breath when her lace ripped further.

Her heart was beating quickly with fear, not knowing how she was supposed to escape this situation.

“You know two people have to agree to marry, right? Otherwise it’s just one of them getting knocked up. I’m definitely not going to agree to anything like that to some beast I barely know, so you might as well leave!” Her tone still had a little bite in it, but desperation was starting to creep in as his tight grip on her became more apparent.

Upon her exposed neck was the fresh bite-mark from her father, having already healed into two circular scars. It was proof of her vampiric nature, though what separated her from a thrall was that she was more powerful and her will was her own. Well, she would be more powerful if only she could drink some blood. Inconspicuously, she tried to lean her head forward to see if her mouth could reach his forearm.

 

[CasaSuperNova]

Kael’s amber eyes glinted with amusement as Charlotte’s desperate words echoed in the mausoleum, her body pressed tightly against his furred chest, his powerful arms keeping her pinned in place.

Her subtle attempt to lean toward his forearm didn’t go unnoticed, and he tilted his head, a low chuckle rumbling from his throat. The torn lace of her dress exposed more of her pale curves, and the fresh bite-mark on her neck gleamed under the torchlight, a stark reminder of her noble vampiric blood.

His clawed hand paused on her thigh, gripping firmly to still her squirming, while his other hand slid to her chin, gently but forcefully tilting her head back against his shoulder to keep her mouth from his arm.“Marriage by your rules, little fang?

That’s not how wolves claim their mates,” Kael growled, his voice a deep, taunting rumble that vibrated against her ear. “You’re no thrall, but you’re mine all the same—your blood, your body, your future.” His claws traced a slow, deliberate path along her hip, shredding another sliver of lace to bare more skin.

“Keep fighting, and I’ll enjoy breaking that fire of yours under the moon’s gaze.” He leaned closer, his lips grazing the scarred bite-mark on her neck, teasing her with the threat of his own fangs.

 

[Poprockz]

His handiwork had ensured that now enough lace was sheered off to expose her underwear, a pair of silky white ones to match her dress. With his hand roaming her thigh and hip, she squeezed her legs shut tight to prevent him from trying to touch her there if he got any funny ideas. As an extra attempt at protecting herself, she used her hands, though bound as they were, to try to shield her loins.

Perhaps there was a chance that if she could keep him talking that he would delay enough for one of her own people to notice that something was wrong and come to save her. That seemed like the only thing she could try at the moment, she wracked her mind for something to get him talking.

Her thoughts were derailed when he kissed her neck though, a shudder going through her body before she recovered. His lips were warm, and she blushed despite herself.

For the first time, she raised her eyes to look into his changed face and her eyes widened in shock. He was truly a wolf, though also a man in other ways. “What are you?!” She asked with horror.