Sasha had absolutely no idea how long she had been in the mysterious room she had been brought to after the night she was attacked by a wild beast and her friend Alex was killed. Braxon, who was both her savior and captor hadn't returned since he forced himself upon her when she awoke in his lair. Once thing Sasha knew for sure was that she was not in the same world she had left. Everyday when she would wake up there would be an assortment of things: a new silky gown for her to wear, an odd assortment of food for her to eat like boiled eggs smoked salmon, vegetables, exotic fruits and questionable cheeses, and towel for bathing.
When Sasha went to sleep her first night there, the room had three deep red walls covered in shelves and paintings and one blue wall with a large mirror. There was a four post bed, a long table on the opposite wall and no visible door. When she woke up the next day, the three red walls had changed to purple as if by magic, which Sasha just knew it had to be. One wall held a large window with frost glass and black curtains - Sasha could see the light from the rising sun, and the darkness that came with its departure. Only this phenomenon seemed to happen sometimes with in the span of what felt like a few hours and other times it seemed as if the sun would be high in the sky for what seemed like days - making it impossible to know how much time had passed. There was no clock either. The other two walls had the same collection of nude paintings, though most of the shelving was gone. The remaining shelves held various soaps, lotions, perfumes and other toiletries, some of them held books - not always in english, or any other discernible language for that matter. The bed had remained the same, but the opposite side wall no longer held a long table. In it's place was a claw foot bathtub and a small round table that always had inexplicably fresh flowers in it.
Braxon, the large red-eyed beast of unknown species, had not been to visit Sasha since the night he had his way with her. Sasha had so many unanswered questions. Namely, where was she, what kind of creature is he, and if she was ever going to be able to return home. When the questions weren't plaguing Sasha's mind, the flashbacks of her first and so far only encounter with Braxon would fill her thoughts. Though that night she would thoroughly terrified of him and his strength, with each passing minute she yearned for him to return once more. She could hardly believe that she could ache for such a creature; truly frightening to behold, unstable and swinging on a pendulum between sweetness and sincerity, then to rage and violence.
Sasha had made up her mind long ago that she would comply with Braxon's desires. Not just because he could killed her in less than a second if he wanted to - but because she wanted to. With her bruising gone and her olive skin shining like new, Sasha went to great lengths to be prepared for Braxon if and when he decided to come back. She bathed thoroughly with great care every day. She would brushed her hair until it was bouncy and shiny. She made sure to keep her teeth white and nails clean. She kept her pussy smooth and never wore underwear under the silky gowns left out for her every day.
Sasha had just finished brushing her hair when a loud light and resounding crack filled the room. It was Braxon. He was not naked this time. He was wearing weathered looking heavy leather pants and a stole emblazoned with blue and silver with a crest depicting a hammer with a snake coiled around it. His abs were just as beautiful as ever; his arms looked strong and formidable.
"It's lovely to see how well you have healed, my dear." He said, scanning Sasha up a down with his blood red eyes.
Sasha shuddered with excitement. She smiled at the Braxon, but could not manage to get any words out. She felt silly just gaping at him.
"Come, my dear, embrace me." Braxon held out his large smooth muscular arms.
Sasha began to walk over to him slowly. She felt it was strange how her excitement had basically paralyzed her voice, but now it was slowing her movements down as well.
"Don't tell me you are afraid of me Sasha." Braxon looked at her with a air of sadness.
"No, I mean, I didn't - absolutely not!" Sasha exclaimed. She rushed over to Braxon and threw her arms around his waist. Her hands reached back and touched the bony horn like protrusion that made up his vertebrae. She looked up at him a smiled. He touched the bottom of her face with his massive hand a leaned in for a kiss. Sasha was so excited. Once again he would take her; this time she was not be scared and crying but welcoming and submissive. Unfortunately, Braxon pulled his face away from hers and walked over to the small round table. Sasha stood planted; she wasn't sure if she had done something wrong. One minute he wants her close, then he walks away. What was all of that about?
"You never opened your package." Braxon called out from the other side of the room. Sasha ran over to him quickly.
"I have a package? I didn't even know! It wasn't here on the table when I had breakfast." Sasha said apologetically.
"It's alright sweet girl, now I have the pleasure of giving it to you myself." Braxon said.
In his hands was a large ornate silver and navy blue gift box. He handed it to Sasha. If felt a bit heavy in her hands. She pulled to the top off of the box and set it on the table. There was silver tissue paper inside. Sasha pulled back the layer until she reached the most beautiful champagne colored ball gown she had ever seen in her life. It was something reminiscent of what the A-list celebrities wear to the Academy Awards. Sasha's mouth dropped open, and as she grabbed the dress and the bottom half of the box fell to floor. The ruched fabric in the bodice held gemstones of what looked like garnet spaced loosely throughout. It had a sweetheart neckline and the skirt was pined in different place, also with garnets. Sasha had no idea why Braxon would give her something like this or even where she would wear it. She had never seen such elegant couture, it was gift from him to her and that's all she cared about.
"Put this on. Soon you will be accompanying me to the Vampire Guard Tournament." Braxon turned to and walked back to the bed. He laid down and stared at Sasha.
"Go ahead," he said "change into it."
Sasha blushed at the thought of disrobing for Braxon. She slipped the thin bands of her gown off her shoulders. Braxon took in the sight of her breasts and hairless pussy with visible delight. The desire in his eyes sent a tremble through Sasha's body. She lifted the ball gown over her head. She was grateful it was sleeveless. It saved her awkward fumbling. She wanted this to be as sexy as possible. She walked over to Braxon, and touched his leg, running her hand up to his bulge in the crotch that seemed to be getting bigger with every passing second.
"I will need to you to tie the back for me." She said. Sasha wanted to sound alluring, but was afraid that all she pulled off was sounding meek.
Braxon stood up. He turned Sasha around and began tying up the back of her dress.
