Once upon a time, in a faraway swamp, Shrek, the notoriously grumpy ogre, had finally won the hand of Fiona, a princess with whom he'd grown quite fond. The wedding day was nothing short of a grand affair, with all sorts of fairytale creatures joining in on the revelry.

The night after their lavish wedding feast, Shrek and Fiona retreated to their bridal chamber. As they gazed into each other's eyes, a carnal hunger began to stir within them both. They were no strangers to passion; however, this lust was of a different nature – darker, more primal, and with the promise of blood play.

Shrek grabbed Fiona by her waist, hoisting her onto their massive bed that seemed fit for giants. He leaned in close, whispering in her ear, "I've wanted to taste your sweet nectar while feeling you quiver under my touch." The mere suggestion was enough to send a shiver down Fiona's spine.

Their lips met passionately, their tongues entwining, as Shrek began to undress his new bride. Fiona's heart raced at the thought of what was to come – an experience she could not have imagined during her time locked away in a tower.

She lay there, naked and vulnerable before her ogre husband. "Are you ready for this?" he growled seductively, running his calloused fingers down her body, tracing lines on her soft skin. Fiona nodded, her breath hitching as she felt the desire building within her.

Shrek retrieved a small vial of blood from a nearby table and uncorked it. Dripping the crimson liquid onto his large hands, he then trailed those sticky fingers along Fiona's body. She gasped at the coldness of the blood, contrasting sharply against her heated skin.

His ogre-sized manhood stood proudly, begging for release. Shrek positioned himself between Fiona's legs, the head of his cock rubbing against her swollen lips. The mix of arousal and blood on his fingers heightened Fiona's arousal to fever pitch.

Before he could enter her, however, he paused. "Scream for me, my love," he demanded. "Let the whole world know you crave my touch." Without hesitation, Fiona let out a primal wail that echoed through their chambers. It was a sound so raw and desperate it sent shivers down Shrek's spine.

He thrust into her with fierce urgency, burying himself within her tight embrace. The sensation of his size filling her combined with the blood play caused Fiona to arch her back in ecstasy. Her moans grew louder as Shrek began to set a relentless pace, his ogre strength making each thrust harder than the last.

Fiona's nails dug into his shoulders, leaving trails of blood as she clung to him. The mingling of their fluids and the sight of her marks on his skin only served to fuel Shrek's aggression further. He felt a wildness within him, an animalistic hunger for dominance that he could not suppress.

The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking: Fiona's cries, Shrek's grunts, and the smacking of flesh against flesh. As he continued to ravage her, he brought his hand to her throat, applying gentle pressure. The constriction only served to heighten her pleasure.

Their passions reached a fever pitch as the room filled with the scent of sweat, sex, and blood. Fiona's walls tightened around Shrek, signaling her impending climax. He knew he could not hold back much longer; the urge to possess her completely was too strong.

As they both crested that final peak, their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them. The lines blurred, and for those moments, there were no more titles or societal expectations – just two beings consumed by desire.

Shrek's hot seed filled Fiona as he growled her name, the sound muffled against her neck. She trembled beneath him, her own release washing over her like a tsunami. They clung to each other, their breathing ragged and erratic.

The aftermath left them both exhausted, yet satiated. Shrek collapsed beside Fiona, his grip finally loosening around her throat as she wrapped her arms around him. It was then that they realized the full extent of their desires – a darker, more primal side they'd never known existed.

In each other's arms, they fell into a deep and peaceful slumber, dreaming of the many nights to come where passion, blood play, and love would intertwine in ways that defied all expectations. They had found something rare – true connection – and within their bond, they discovered a newfound pleasure that bound them together for eternity.