Creatures of the Knight

[ozme52]

Osmond ~ Rhiannon

Yes, a delightful way to wake up. I contemplate the upcoming ritual. Somehow, all the information I need is already in my head, as if vampires share their knowledge in the very ether, to be sucked up by newly freshened vampires.

I watch as Rhiannon putters around the room. She looks over her shoulder at me. Her eyes glint red and I realize how the rest of the day will go. It is part of the ritual.

That last fuck was the last as partners. We will now be adversaries. Rhiannon will try to drain my energy levels and I will try to drain hers. It is the stuff of the rituals. The strength and nature of the clan will be determined by how the ritual proceeds and the ritual will proceed determined on who is the stronger.

We are now controlled by our very natures.

Rhiannon throws herself at me, her head diving to my crotch. Expertly sucking me hard again, purring so the vibrations are felt to my very core. And she clamped down on me so I couldn't free myself from her suctioning mouth.

She used every trick she knew, but to no avail. I was resolute, and I was reliving the fight with the wolf, just to keep my mind off of Rhiannon's ministrations.

She eventually quit, no doubt thinking of some ploy she could use to drain me. I slide out of her mouth, trains of her saliva connecting us.

"Osmond!" she purrs. "I need it. Please!"

I stroke her hair and arrange her on the bed, kneeling, chest down on the bed, ass high in the air. She waggles her ass to entice me. I slide my cock up and down her moist slit. Parting the lips and lodging myself between them. She clenches down and waggles again. I must admit she almost had me, I almost lost myself in her heat.

I begin thrusting in and out. Slowly at first, then quicker and quicker. Rhiannon began to struggle, realizing I had turned the tables on her. Her passion mounts as I adjust my angle, thrusting against the back of her vagina. She tries to get away, but I pin her down with my hand on her back. I tie her wrists together, behind her back with my power and hold her there until her orgasm takes over.

Many hours and orgasms later, Rhiannon is near exhaustion. I hear her sobbing gasp as yet another orgasm racks her body. Her vagina now so sensitized and engorged that I can make her come again and again. I adjust my angle and begin thrusting again. Rhiannon's body racks through another orgasm after just three strokes.

"Please stop Osmond. No more. I can't take anymore." I stroke her hair. I pull out of her, with an audible pop. I feel between her legs, her lips are swollen, puffy-hard, her clit squeezed between the lips, just poking through.

I stroke her to another orgasm. She faints.

I carry Rhiannon back to the now cool bathtub and bathe her and put her to bed.

When she finally awakes it is dusk. I am dressed and sitting, just watching her.

"Bastard" she says to me. Then laughs. It is all part of the ritual.

"Dinner?" I ask and Rhiannon nods eagerly.

"Not a blood dinner, I won't let you feed. Just a few drinks and dinner"

Rhiannon nods and begins to dress. I can tell from the way she walks around she is a bit uncomfortable. I smile.

 

[llyr2]

Re: Felicia

"So tell me about yourself, what you like to do for fun, about your family, how you started working here, things like that," she says biting into a piece of fruit.

She's looking at me frankly, and I start to open my mouth to speak. Without thinking I almost begin to tell this woman, this stranger, things I won't relate to anyone. But I can't. Even now thinking back I can feel the hurt; looking at the sister of a man I killed only makes it worse.

"Well, Miss Sanchez, there's not much to tell really. I came on here about eight years ago now, and, well, it's just kind of home. There's good people here, and seeing as they're really my people, I kind of feel responsible about them. Sometimes I feel simple for feeling such a thing - I'm nobody's ma or pa or ... husband or something." I break off. I don't talk much anyway, and this woman flusters me. Taking a drink of my own water I ask quickly, "What about yourself? Where did you and your brother grow up and such ... if you don't mind talking about it."

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle

Gabrielle was spiraling towards her climax quickly. Her hands reached for Sancti as he plunged intot he soft depths of her cuntslit. Her body shoke and trembled beneath the delicious sexual coupling.

She felt the strength growing within her once again, feeding upon the surge of fulfillment, the pleasure. Her cries were like those of a holy psalm as they filled the air. Her head whipped from side to side. Finally her inner muscles clenched around the plowing length of his pulsing cock. They gripped him, refusing to release. Her body tensed, thighs clamping upon his sides as her orgasm was let free.

Panting, "Sancti..." her body bucked, meeting him, driving him further into her, "Now...NOW!" She growled the final words, nearly ordering him to empty into her, to fill the womb of her body with the precious seed flowing within him.

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

"I'm.. ugh... sorry, but I- oh god- I can't- *gasp* cum ins-side you. AAGGHHHHH!!". As soon as she orgasmed, Brother Sancti pulled out, and sprayed his seed all over her wet body. It was like some eruption as he came for a whole minute. Some of his cum reached as far as her face. At this point Brother Sancti laid back, gasping for air in his tub.

 

[JenSuccubus]

~Dusk, night is falling upon us.....~ *Majestic's AWakening

As the sun begins setting, small hairline cracks form over the Gargolye's body, as well as the sound of stone cracking.....In a moderately loud blast of shattering stone she awakens with a loud screeching cry, eyes glowing a dark flaming red, she stretches a bit as her eyes stop glowing.

*Switching to first person once more*

I let out a bit of a yawn and glance around....I check my shoulder from Osmand reminding me that he patched it....It's a little sore, but otherwise, allright..... I open the door to my room, drop in, lean my Axe in the closet.... I figit around in it a bit, deciding to change my clothes.....while I don't have many, It does provide a little variety to my...somewhat....dull life....In a few moments I've changed into a one peice bathing suit type thing, it appears similer to one, but is made out of the same material as my previous outfit..... I fold my wings over my body, smirk a bit, and decide to go to the bar for a bit.....

~"Majestic"~

(*Happy fun little edit* It isn't a bathing suit, it just looks kinda like one, sorry for any confusion.....)

 

[ozme52]

Osmond

Rhiannon tells me to go on down, saying that she will follow soon. I refuse the subtle but, to me, obvious ploy. Rhiannon will not get out of my sight that easily.

"No blood meals for you Rhiannon. I meant what I said." She pouts and finishes dressing. I take her arm, tell her she looks lovely and we head down to the foyer.

I look around as we walk the hall. The staff has done an excellent job cleaning up from the early morning.... slaughter. No other way to put it. But I can smell the lingering scent of spilled blood and so can Rhiannon. She keeps licking at her lips.

We descend the main stairs and take seats in the bar lounge. Majestic is sitting at the bar again, but to me, I can clearly see her non-human features, where yesterday, to the old Osmond, they were just barely visible. Is this because she is being careless or are my heightened perceptions taking over. The clothing she is wearing seems most odd and I can tell this is not just an impression, Rhiannon reacts as if Majestic weren't clothed at all.

I mentally project an invitation to Majestic to join us and Rhiannon stiffens a bit. I order drinks from the hostess. She takes the order to the barman and I wonder where Jack might be. Neither he nor his partner from the previous evening, Jimmy I think Jack called him, neither were tending bar.

I order a boubon and branch water for myself, out of habit perhaps, it was Osmond's standard drink, but for Rhiannon, who is obviously suffering, I decide on a concoction of vodka and tomato juice. It will look good to her and may even appease her appetite for a while. I suggest that the bartender add some cayenne if he can get it from the kitchen. Just a touch for spice. A nice bloody looking drink it turned out to be.

We got our drinks, Rhiannon's eyes reflected the red of the tomato juice in her drink, but it was her increasing hunger showing through. Majestic came to sit with us, a mischievious sparkle in her eye, much as it had been earlier in the dream, but that changed as she took note of Rhiannon's demeanor.

"Is she all right?" Majestic asked. I politely told Majestic it was a personal situation between Rhiannon and myself and it would be better if she, Majestic, didn't speak of it. I could almost hear a sub-vocal growl emanate from Rhiannon's chest.

We silently drank our drinks.

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle

Gabrielle's hands try to hold Sancti in place as he pulls from her, taking the very thing she was begging for so greedily, his sweet seed, his creamy cum. Her body shuddered uncontrollably as she felt the spurting splashes of thick white juice adorning her flesh. Her body arched, laughter erupted from her lips, heavy and daunting.

Slender fingers slid over her glowing form, making streaks out of the puddles of sperm dotting her skin. Her eyes opened slightly watching Sancti as he fell back within the tub, panting for air. Her smile teased at the slightly swollen flesh of her lips as her fingers lifted. Sweeping the sticky spots from her face, pink tongue snaking out to cleanse the digits.

"mmmm...." , she moaned softly, liftig her body up, she peered at his reclined form.

Unable to resist such a temptation, Gabrielle draws herself upon the edge of the tub, leaning over, her feet planted, legs splayed as she licks at Sancti's inner thighs. Her tongue wiggling, lapping at any of his spilled juices. Purring sweetly, her willing mouth rides higher, finally descending upon the spent organ. Soft kittenish mews rise from her lips as she suckles and nips at the muscle, cleansing it, making sure to complete what they began.

Her tongue flattened upon the slitted end of his cock before she drew back. Violet eyes flashing unnaturally, before she stooped to pick up her dress.

"Sancti...You are most interesting."

She pulled the luxurious material onto her body, looking to the mirror to affix it perfectly. Turning to the side, she smoothed her hands over herself, lowering to slide on her slippers. Her fingers worked the laces of the waist clenching bodice, giving her generous breasts an upward lift.

Quietly, she watched his reclining form again. Her tongue swirled within her mouth, able to taste the remnants of his seed.

"You should have given me want I wanted, dear. Though in a way...I suppose you did, yes?" Lifting a damp hand to her lips, Gabrielle blows him a kiss. The kiss floats upon the air, pressing to his cheek, almost as if she were standing next to him.

"Next time, darlin'..." her voice coos as she heads for the door, laughing softly before easing out of the door. Her thoughts wander for a moment, realizing she didn't tell him about her vision, but then again...why should she?

 

[Felicia4411]

Felicia

Jack looked surprised by my question and seemed to debate what answers to give me. He finally gave me a brief overview of how he came here before asking his own question,
"What about yourself? Where did you and your brother grow up and such ... if you don't mind talking about it."

"Well Jimmy and I grew up in Florida with our parents. We moved around a bit in Florida but didn't ever move to any other states. Even though Jimmy was two years older than me we were really close while we grew up. I was devastated when he moved out here but I got over it and I tried to come up here to visit as often as I could. Our parents have passed away so I had been thinking of maybe moving closer to Jimmy now but I don't know about that now. By the way, you can call me Felicia instead of Ms. Sanchez, I'd prefer it actually.” I said smiling. Wondering if I’d been too nosy I tried to forget the other questions I’d planned to ask him and went back to the stew.

 

[JenSuccubus]

I Fold my wings a bit more over myself, seeing that Rhiannon is possibly offended by what I am wearing.....I sip my drink quietly, deciding not say much since she appears not to be in the most plesent of moods..... And knowing from experiance.....pissed off humans are not fun to mess around with...at times........at least the females.....well hell, now that I think about it, pissy male humans ain't fun to be around either...I do take note of Osmand's warning, not to speak of it...considering....

~"Majestic"~

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

"Till next time indeed Gabrielle", he said, as he watched her walk away. Just to think, Brother Sancti thought he was going to get head from those lushus lips of hers. What a tease she was, a beautiful tease at that. He then got up, and dryed himself with a towel. This hotel was getting more interesting every minute.

 

[llyr2]

She's an admirable woman, for sure, I can't help thinking as she returns to her stew. She's had some tough knocks, but she hasn't let them take her down.

I eat sparingly, more to keep her company than to feed myself. When she finishes, she offers a compliment on Cook's skill, and I help her rise from the table. "Well, Miss Sanch ... Felicia ..." I correct when I see her amused smile, "I want to talk to the marshal to see if he's found anything new. I'd also planned to, well, make some arrangements for Jimmy, but maybe you'll want to do that for yourself now that you're here. I imagine you're tired as well, but if you'd like to walk with me I can tell you about Jimmy's time here."

I don't bother to tell her I like seeing her around. I'm not sure what that means to me, so I'm not fool enough to publish it to the world.

OOC: Jack (and Felicia?) will slide forward to dinner time to catch up with everybody else.

 

[Felicia4411]

Felicia

OOC: I hope I didn't make you all wait too long before I posted last time it's just with the wedding 2 1/2 weeks away I seem to be busy a whole lot more. I'll try to post as soon as possible though.

IC: We finish our food in silence and get up to go. Jack mentions making arrangements for Jimmy and I realize I hadn't really thought about it.
"Oh yes I really do want to take care of the arrangements. That'd be great if you'd tell me about how Jimmy liked it here if you have time. But please don't let me keep you from anything."
As relieved as I was that he'd asked me to come with him I wondered whether it was all just pity and I just didn't notice it. Whether it was pity or not though he was nice all the same. Smiling I said, "I'm really glad Jimmy had a friend like you. I know it meant a lot to him as well."

 

[1stTwistedSistr]

Rhiannon ~ Osmond ~ Majestic

"No blood meals for you Rhiannon. I meant what I said."

And just who, I ask myself, do you think you are to tell me that I "can't" anything? I look at him questioningly and seeing the determined look on his face, I know that he'd hunt me down if I tried to sneak away. I don't think though, that he realizes how long it's been since I've fed.

No matter, I need to prepare myself for the ritual anyway and I'm stronger if that gnawing hunger is present. I've a feeling that this ceremony is going to take everything I've got and then some...

As we enter the hallway I notice the iron tinged smell of blood
from the creatures that Brother Sancti had massacred earlier and
It's so overpowering that it almost makes me swoon, but somehow I get through it without Osmond noticing anything.

When we get to the dining area we find a table and Osmond orders our drinks for us. He spies Majestic sitting at the bar and asks her to join us, without first bothering to inquire if I mind...
I see it begins already. I'm speaking of the ritual of course, he
must completely dominate me for it to work correctly.

I can't believe that Osmond has invited Majestic to join us... the woman is practically nude! I am more than shocked that she's in public dressed like this, gargoyle or not!

 

[JenSuccubus]

Maj

(Just so you'll know, earlier in the RP, she was wearing something that was considered a two-peice, kinda like Demona from Gargoyles, the loincloth and a top that showed off her stomach...*Smirks lightly...* heh....)

For some reason, I sense tension between the two of them... Yet I don't understand why, they seemed to get along earlier...or at least in the dream we shared..... Either way, I decide to continue to stay quiet...if not for my own good....for theirs.....

(Yesh, you couldn't cut this tension with a fucking sword..)

~"Maj"~

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti- BACK IN ACTION!

After a moment of light prayer, he got up. He was wearing a proper clean black shirt, buttoned all the way up, along with a pair of equally clean black pants. His collar looked as good as new around his neck, and his black belt fit perfectly across his waist. His mace lay on a table disassembled, each piece was cleaned and checked. He then put each piece back into its case.
Putting on his hat and jacket, he left his room, locking the door behind him. He was headed towards the bar. Brother Sancti looked like some legendary figure as he walked down the hall. Its as if he was walking in slow-motion in some action flick with some cool tune playing in the background. Up until he stubs his toe, trips, and falls flat on his face. "GOD DAMMIT!", he yells, as his body makes contact with the floor. He gets up, looks around, then proceeds to the bar.

 

[llyr2]

Jack/Felicia

Marshal Donnelly has nothing new on the killings of Jimmy and the Doc, but I tell him about the wolf on the roof of the Knight. I leave Harrison out of the story. I want to be free to work on this thing myself, and mixing Harrison up with the law won't help him or me. I notice Chuck taking an interst in Felicia and make quick introductions. I can't make out everything she's feeling about all this, but sadness is definitely a part of it. We settle down to have a cup of coffee and trade stories about Jimmy. "He was a funny guy who always seemed to be stumbling into one embarassing situation after another," Chuck says, "but he never took it personal, just laughed it off and moved on with life."

Felicia seems a little cheered by the memories we have of her brother, and as we leave I hate to think of what we need to do next. Going over to Fred Baker's, the town barber who also acts as undertaker, I introduce Felicia. Fred already knows about Jimmy and the Doc, so I leave the shop so Jimmy's sister can make her arrangements in private.

Finally we check in on my horse, General. Felicia seems fascinated by him. "Well if you ride at all, Felicia, we can take General and another of these ponies out for a ride tonight? Maybe tomorrow?" I ask it feeling like a fool. I sound like a schoolboy in my own damn ears. Who knows what she's thinking? "Well, you can let me know - if we have time. Right now I think we oughta get back to the Knight. There's still some people I want to talk to."

It's early evening by this time, and as we enter everything seems pretty much back to normal. Not much surprise there. The hotel staff has been handling things like last night since before my time. Walking into the dining room I see Harrison, Petrova, and Majestic seated at the same table. I admit to myself that Majestic's apparent trust in Harrison puts me more at ease, but ubtil I know everything ...

We approach their table, and I wave for Sally, one of the wait staff, to come around to pick up an order. "Evenin' folks," I offer making eye contact with each in turn and nodding slightly at Majestic. "Mr. Harrison, I'd like to have a talk about last night and this morning. Mind if we sit? This is Miss Sanchez. She's got a stake in all this too."

 

[ozme52]

Osmond and others in conference.

I watch as Jack Philips returns to the hotel. The last time we talked, he was holding a pistol on me, he and that Sancti. I was unsure of his intentions at that point and have nothing to base a new opinion on. He is making a beeline to our table in the lounge. My natural reaction is to stand and meet him, if necessary, with extreme violence.

I hear Rhiannon's slight inhalation, as I realize she is likewise preparing herself. Good girl. I will never have to watch my back with her around.

But Phillips calls the waitress over and greets us with full civility. He introduces his new campanion, a Miss Sanchez. I bow, my eyes never leaving Jack, kiss her hand and introduce myself.

"Please call me Osmond," She is familiar to me, and then I realize that I can actually place her scent. She is kin to Jimmy, Jack's partner last night, the one who went to fetch the doctor.

I accept Jack's unspoken truce, offer them both seats, and retake my own seat as Jack himself sits down. I note Rhiannon relax as well.

"Mr. Phillips. Other than seeing that poor young lady came down the stairs bloodied, and later on the roof, when you came to my aid, I don't really know anything. In fact, I was a bit pre-occupied with my own problems last night. I was up on the roof thinking, when I was attacked. "

"I would thank you for your assistance this morning, but I distinctly remember you then pointed your weapon at me. You and Sancti."

"Perhaps you should be answering my questions. Let's start with Miss Sanchez. Exactly what is it you're talking about Mr. Phillips? To what stake are you referring?"

"And what game are you and Sancti playing?"

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

"I'm afraid this is a more serious matter than just some game Osmond", he said. Brother Sancti had been standing just outside the door just long enough to hear that one line. He slowly walked into the room, and took a seat. His hat and coat were hung up on a nearby rack. "I'm sorry for pointing my mace your way this morning Osmond. Unlike Jack, I was aiming for the Fenris. Excuse my everyone for just barging in like this... I felt left out", he said, smiling afterwards.

 

[llyr2]

Jack

Turning to address the newly-arrived Sancti I offer, "If I was aiming at Mr. Harrison here, father, he'd have the bullet in him now, not the wolf. I don't miss what I aim at ... ever."

I can tell by the looks I receive from everyone at the table that they think it an idle boast. And I don't care.

Turning back to Harrison, "Although I do have to agree with the padre here on one thing, Harrison. What happened last night was no game to me or to anyone who makes their home here at the Knight. Miss Sanchez is one of those people who do so in her own way, and that's her stake in it."

I see no reason to give him the rest of the story concerning Felicia and Jimmy.

"I'd also suggest that you know more than you're telling us here. You claim you know nothing more than the events of last night - the girl and the attack on the roof. So why is it that the Holding Company sent you down just now? What did they tell you when they sent you here, because we both know you were sent on business of some kind."

He seems surprised that I know he's not simply a guest, but secrets don't stay secrets among staff. As soon as Eli Knapp knew Harrison was coming, we all knew.

"You seem like a gambling kind of man, Harrison, and I don't mind the occasional game myself. What's say we lay our cards on the table on this one?"

And then looking directly into Petrova's eyes with the faintest hint of a smile I add, "You show me yours ..." carefully not reacting to the fact that her eyes are now glowing like a pair of hot coals, I turn back to Harrison, "... and I'll show you mine."

 

[1stTwistedSistr]

Rhiannn ~ Imparting What She Knows

damn! sorry about this! Don't know what the hell happened!

 

[1stTwistedSistr]

Rhiannn ~ Imparting What She Knows

my post should have gone here.

 

[Felicia4411]

Felicia

After we go to see the marshal we go have a cup of coffee and talk about our good memories with Jimmy. From what Jack says I can tell he really seemed to know Jimmy and it made me feel better that someone else would miss him as well. We then head to the undertaker and Jack leaves me to make arrangements for Jimmy's funeral. When I had finished Jack made a quick stop to check on his horse. I had always liked horses and it took my mind off of the plans I'd just had to make.
"Well if you ride at all, Felicia, we can take General and another of these ponies out for a ride tonight? Maybe tomorrow? Well, you can let me know - if we have time. Right now I think we oughta get back to the Knight. There's still some people I want to talk to." he said as we headed off.
He sounded somewhat anxious about going back to the Knight and I figured I'd take him up on his offer to ride after he got done talking to the others.

As we headed into the bar Jack headed for a table where a man and two women were seated. I noticed one of the women was really dressed to stand out. The man stood as we approached and I instantly had the urge to turn around and head the other way. Jack seems to tense up but continues towards them and greets them. After he introduces me the man kisses my hand and bows before offering us seats. Taking a seat I smile at both women wondering whether I should introduce myself to them or not. As Jack and Mr. Harrison begin talking I notice they both seem angry. Hearing Mr. Harrison mention my name I instantly feel nervous and try to figure out what to say. Thankfully a man steps out of a doorway and begins answering some of Mr. Harrison's questions. Realizing I'm completely lost in the conversation I sit back and watch as the tension grows, at least for me.

 

[1stTwistedSistr]

Rhiannn ~ Imparting What She Knows

I know my eyes must be giving off and unearthly glow right now but there is only one way to stop it and that is to feed. If The Ritual Osmond and I are to go through is to be successful, if we are strong enough to create this new breed, a new generation of Vampire, then this is what must be endured. Were I to weaken, and give in to my hunger, all would be lost, and the ritual would be pointless to pursue.

I just hope that no one here is dumb enough to make me mad. If they've ever had seen any Vampire tear into someone that had angered them when they had the hunger, they would definitely know better. Let's hope that Jack thinks twice about what he says before he says it.


"Alright Jack, I'll tell you what I know", I begin. "You see, I too came here because the management requested it. It just so happens that my cousin is part owner of this establishment, and things had gotten so outrages here that he and the others wanted to know what was really going on. When I found out that Mr. Harrison had been asked to investigate, I volunteered. He and I have worked together in the past and we make a good team. There are good guys, such as yourself, and then there are good guys that actually confront problems and vanquish them, such as Mr. Harrison." Pausing to allow that barb to sink in, I continued on... "I watched Gunner Fenrisen shape-shift into that wolf that Osmond was fighting with on the roof. And so did Miss Gabrielle. It happened in her rooms after all. I haven't yet figured out what her role in this is but I do know that there was some sort of a connection between her and Fenrisen, I overheard them speaking to each other. Now what that connection is, I'm afraid that you'll have to get that information from her." There is indeed something strange going on, that much is for sure. Just what the cause of it is, is anyones' guess. Anything else you'd like to know? Mr. Harrison and I are not the problem here, but part of the solution."

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

"Yes, something is going on here, and thats where I come in", he said. Taking a sip of his water, he began to explain. "To make this simple for you all, there is something more powerful than that Fenris here in this hotel... much more powerful. Its beyond evil, its deadly, and more than likely, it plans to kill everyone here. This... thing has made two attempts to kill me, once by attempting to fire a flaming arrow at my face, and the second time involving imps. In fact, ten to one says that this evil thing LET... no, COMMANDED the Fenris to come to this hotel. I'm here to take care of this pesky super evil, why? Because several holy spirits told me during prayer, THATS why. So, does anybody have a problem with that?", he said. More than likely, everyone at the table found Brother Sancti's 411 a little hard to swallow. An awkward silence swept past the table for a moment.

 

[JenSuccubus]

Maj

She looks at the clergyman with narrow eyes...that urge to protect causing her to go into 'Incredibly Pissed off mode' "You're saying someone told this....this thing to attack the Hotel AND kill everyone here?" Her eyes flash dark glowing red for a moment. "If it attacks again, It's mine....." she simply says, her eyes reverting to thier normal purple..... though she obviously appears pissed off about this whole thing......

~"Maj"~