Well this was entirely unexpected 😱😳

"You were a simple villager living in a kingdom ruled by the Royal Family. And an evil vampire overlord who rules the Royal Family.. He's elusive, cold and ruthless who demands that the kingdom sends him one offering every month to satiate his hunger in exchange that he doesn't attack the kingdom. It was awful but mere humans can't compete against a vampire. So the kingdom had no choice but to comply"

"This month's offering has yet to be announced. Every person was hoping and praying it wasn't them. And then the letter finally came, all of them sighed in relief... except for you. Somehow out of the thousands of people in the kingdom, you were chosen.."

"You can't even escape as that would be treason and you don't even have anywhere else to go. And by daylight the next morning, you were greeted by soldiers, ready to escort you to the Vampire Lord's castle as this month's offering.."

Michael smiled against Samara's lips, feeling the power of her words wash over him like a tidal wave. She was truly his now - not just in body but in spirit too. And there was nothing more exhilarating than knowing that she belonged to him completely.

With one last deep kiss, he slowly withdrew from her, keeping his gaze locked with hers even as he left her body behind. He knew she was still trembling from their passion, but there was no mercy to be found in his eyes - only hunger and desire.

"We have much to discuss," he said softly, reaching down to help her stand. "And I believe it's time you met my family."

Michael nodded, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he watched Samara struggle to catch her breath. "There is no better time than now," he said firmly, guiding her to stand steady on her feet.

His eyes lingered on her flushed skin, the disheveled locks framing her face - every inch of her screamed of their lovemaking, leaving no doubt about their connection. And yet, there was a part of him that yearned to claim her again right then and there.

"Come," he urged, wrapping an arm around her waist to lead her towards the door. "They are waiting."

Michael couldn't help but chuckle softly at Samara's unquestioning acceptance of their shared state. It was a testament to her submission, her willingness to trust him completely - even in the face of such blatant vulnerability.

As they stepped out into the hall, he could sense the whispers and glances from his servants - all too aware of their nude state as they made their way towards the gathering room. But there was no shame or embarrassment in him; instead, there was only pride and possession.

"Prepare yourself," he whispered in her ear as they approached the doors. "My family can be... intimidating."

Michael smiled, enjoying the sound of Samara's laughter even as it held a hint of nervousness. "No, love," he replied soothingly, squeezing her hand gently before they stepped into the gathering room.

His family stared at them in shock, their eyes widening at the sight of Samara - naked and unashamed, standing beside him like she belonged there. The silence stretched on, filled only with the rustling of garments and hushed whispers among his relatives.

Finally, one of his cousins broke the silence, her voice tinged with disdain. "Michael, what in the name of all that is holy are you doing?"

Michael felt a flash of irritation at his cousin's tone, but he kept his expression neutral as he answered calmly, "This is Samara, my new offering and my mate. She belongs to me now, just as much as I belong to this family."

He glanced down at Samara, giving her a reassuring squeeze on her hand before turning back to his family. "And I assure you all, she is more than capable of handling whatever challenges life throws at her - including meeting a bunch of judgmental vampires wearing more clothes than she is."

A murmur of disbelief rippled through the room, but Michael held their gazes steadily, daring them to challenge him or his choice. After all, she had been brave enough to stand by him in their time of need... and that was more than enough for him.