Hunter Redfern

Harleen didn't respond as She had saw her sire hanging out with almost all the Redfern family and walked towards them, she kneels in front of her sire and the Redferns. She put her head on her sire's knee while looking up at him, as she usually would.

she them started speaking to Hunter, still kneeling and her head on his knee. "Hello, sire."

Hunter Redfern seemed amused and gently moved her hair behind her ear before responding "Hello my little lamb. How have you been doing today?"

"I missed you sire" Harleen said.

Hunter would have a mischievous smirk on his face at that, taking her face into his hand and caressing it "I see. Did you get lonely without me near you?"

"Yes, sire." Her bite mark on her neck, from Hunter first turning her into a vampire and his eternal slave, looked dull and fragile.

Hunter would look at the mark and gently rub along it. It annoyed him greatly that it was fading. He wanted to see it at full color again. He then spoke, a slight annoyance in his voice. "I see your mark has begun to fade. How many years since I fully fed from you, my slave."

"Two weeks, sire." Harleen says.

Hunter was still felt annoyed. But it was obvious that she needed to be bitten by him again so he could continue his control over her. "It's clear you're in need to be fed from You're still my favorite, my little lamb, but you are in need to some re-education on the rules of this family."

"Yes, sire." She nods.

Hunter would stop stroking her hair and speak in a commanding tone "Come here. Don't move too far away from me." He would then pat his lap, wanting her to kneel next to him

she obeyed.

Once she was next to his lap, Hunter would then gently but firmly pull her head towards his lap, making her head lay down on it. He would then start stroking her hair again, acting almost like he was petting her "Good girl..... Good pet."

while stroking her hair, his fingers touched the bite mark on her neck that he had gave her when he turned her. Making her breath hitch.

Hunter would notice the hitch in her breath, and a smirk would appear on his lips at the sound. It amused him all over again how responsive she was to his every little touch "You're still just as sensitive to me as the first day I turned you, aren't you?"

"yes, sire." She didn't mind that the other Redferns were watching her response to her sire.

A dark chuckle escaped his lips as he heard her once again be so obedient. But there was one thing he did mind. The way her bite mark looked so faded still angered him. He gently grabbed her by the chin so he could lift her head and look at the bite mark more closely, making sure the others could see it too "My little lamb, this mark. It irks me the amount it has faded. I have to get it back to full color."

"You need to feed from me, sire?" She tilts her head.

Hunter would look at the bite mark from various angles, before finally nodding and looking at her "Yes. I will need to perform a full feeding on you. I am annoyed at the fading color of the bite mark, and besides, it has been too long since the last time I fed completely from you."

All the Redferns watched, as this was a special moment.

Hunter would gently move his fingers along her bite mark on her neck, his fingers still feeling the pulse of the mark. He then moved his face closer to her and whispered in her ear "There we go. Just like I always prefer. Exposed and vulnerable, in the perfect position for me. I've felt the bite mark pulsing on your neck when I was stroking your hair, it's time to wake it up once again."

Hunter would then start softly kissing her neck and the bite mark, causing her to gasp gently. He continued this for a while, enjoying her response to his kisses before he suddenly bit into her neck

she moans quietly in pleasure at the bite.

Once Hunter's fangs fully punctured her neck, a shiver of satisfaction would run through his body as her sweet blood started to enter his mouth. He would then proceed to start drinking her blood more and more, wanting to get her bite mark back at its full colour

The bond between sire and slave got even stronger with the feeding taking place. The mark continued to pulse faster and stronger as Hunter continued to drink from her. One of his hands was gently caressing the back of her head as he drank, making sure he had a firm grip on her to continue the feeding

His other hand was on her waist, to keep her as close as possible. This was an incredibly intimate act for them, and he always enjoyed every moment of it. The pure, sweet blood of his little lamb was his favorite by far, this was the true taste of power and control over her