The Dread of Dmaned

After a while the men went back and the doors were closed.

I then stopped sucking her boobs. her nipple was now riddled with bites from small teeth making them red and drippy with blood. its only added to their allure.

"I am sorry mother I did not mean to hurt you" I said, I did not know what had came over me , at first it was thirst then it was a need to mark my territory to show that man who this women belonged to.

"You could never hurt me, my love. Even the pain you give is sweet," she said, gently massaging her breasts, causing fresh droplets of blood and milk to ooze out.

I leaned in and licked it off, grazing the small cuts with my teeth as I did so.

"Ahhhh, yes, my love, just like that," she sighed, pressing my head closer.

I hugged her, burying my head between her soft mounds, and bit her lightly, making her giggle softly.

She picked me up, holding me securely as she walked towards the bed. Once there, she laid me down gently.

"You should rest for a while now, my love. You must be tired," she said, her robe still hanging open, her breasts partially exposed, her nipples still erect.

"Did I really not hurt you, Mother? Won't this leave marks?" I asked, a part of me hoping it would, as if to mark her as mine for anyone who saw.

She smiled tenderly. "We heal much faster than humans, my dear. The sun is setting, and when the moon rises, it will speed up my healing," she said, making me pout.

I was beginning to feel tired. "Am I this sleepy because I don't have enough nourishment, like you and Father mentioned?" I asked.

"Yes, but it won't be for much longer. Your first feeding will happen soon, now that your sister is returning. Then you won't feel so tired," she reassured me.

"Why did she have to leave, Mother?" I inquired, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"She left because she turned ten, which meant it was time for her awakening. She needed solitude to learn and control her powers," she explained, her voice softening.

"Do we all awaken special powers at ten?" I asked.

"Yes. At that age, by human standards, we are nearly as developed as twelve- to fifteen-year-olds," she explained.

"How old am I now, Mother?" I asked, trying to sound innocent even though I was genuinely curious.

"You are three, my love. By human standards, most children your age would look around four or five. But you've had an incredible growth spurt, and you appear closer to six," she answered with pride in her voice.

She leaned back against the headboard of the large, regal bed while I lay beside her. She remained as she was, her robe open, seeming unconcerned.

I moved closer, resting my head on her thigh, nestling into her soft belly just below her chest.

I was now feeling excited to turn ten and wake amazing powers. 

She began stroking my hair gently, her touch calming. I felt drowsy as her fingers moved soothingly through my hair, and before long, I closed my eyes, drifting into a peaceful sleep in her comforting embrace.