Vivianne runs through the woods, adrenaline pumping through her veins as wind rushes against her skin, her nightshirt protecting her from nothing as thickets of leaves and sharp branches scratch her arms and her legs as she runs. Her body, agile as it was, dodged effortlessly through sharp thorns, and yet somehow her nature of being an immortal did not stop the way that these woods abided by their master's commands, choking off every exit point and drawing blood from her with their sharp ends.

She doesn't feel it, but she grins. It was always like this when her lovers had their instincts kick in, whenever they felt the need to chase and claim. Adam was no gentler than Zenaia or Xyrel, but he was the one that exhausted her the most, making him chase her for kilometers until she fell on her knees and begged for him to fuck her until she couldn't say anything but his name.

Her legs had started to tire, her flesh tender from being cut up so mercilessly by the branches, her feet covered in scratches from sharp stones. This forest and nothing but it, the one that all four of them owned, was the only thing that could truly hurt her, and it made her ecstatic beyond belief. Her legs gave out, and she mewled as she heard slow footsteps behind her, getting closer and closer, not threatening but frightening nonetheless, her mind working on its own as her need for survival spiked, despite being an immortal with no need for it.

She tried to crawl, but he was too fast, hooking his fingers around her waist and making her moan as he put her on his lap.

"I caught you again, my love." Adam purred in her ear, and all Vivianne could do was smile and kiss him, pressing herself to him just enough to have enough weight to support herself and keep herself grounded against his lap. Her breathing was labored, her cheeks flushed with blood. She could feel her nightshirt being pulled off her body, her form fully exposed to the wind as she whined, cold and needy.

"Adam, I swear to god if you don't fuck me right this instant, I will reign all hell upon you." She spat, her voice low as she laid herself flush against him to look him in the eye. She didn't seem like one to make threats, running an apothecary and a dainty little flower shop, but her nails were sharp, and so were her teeth. Adam only smiled at her, kissing her before his clothes melted into goo, slipping off of his body, his hard cock slipping in between Vivianne's plush thighs. She was warmer now, her flesh like a furnace as she locked his cock in a vice between her legs, hooking her arms behind his neck and pressing her bare back flush against his chest.

He kissed her with reverence and with love as she used his shoulders as leverage to marginally bring herself up and right back down onto his lap, rubbing his dick with her thighs with every wanton movement of her legs.

"You're going to make me cum before I've even gotten the chance to fuck you, darling." Adam purred as a warning, his sharp fangs grazing her neck as she simply moans, beyond caring as the warmth seeped into her bones and made her skin feel like it was on fire. She yelped as she was lifted from her lover's lap, only to be repositioned so that her pussy was over his dick, warm and open. She was wet, her own slick covering the lips of her cunt. Furthermore, she had been fucked good just earlier morning though, so she didn't need any preparation, and for a moment, everything stilled.

She felt his fangs pierce her skin before she felt the utter fullness of his dick buried inside her, and she screamed at both. She came, squirting her slick all over his cock as he continued to fuck her, his hands on her hips letting her bounce on top of his lap. He lapped up the blood that seeped from the wounds he had created in her neck, and he moaned into her flesh as he only fucked her faster, harder.