Creatures of the Knight

[ozme52]

Osmond

"........your shirt..............I insist"

I stare deeply into her eyes.

'Her eyes? Whose eyes? Captivating. Yes. I shall, I must."

I shrug off my coat and vest. Letting them drop to the carpetted floor. I unbutton my shirt. Strip it from my chest and let it join the others at my feet.

Much better, I feel much much better.

 

[1stTwistedSistr]

Rhiannon ~ Searching for Osmond

Frantic now, I'm feeling the danger surrounding Osmond but I can't seem to pinpoint where it's coming from. All I know is that I need to find Osmond and I need to find him now!
I quickly search the lower floor of the hotel, even briefly checking the gardens and front walkway. I stop and ask everyone I see and it seems he has vanished into thin air. "Damn him!", I think to myself, It just isn't like him to disappear as things are starting to happen, something is very wrong here."

Having searched every nook and alcove on the lower floor, I decide to check the upper floors of the Knight only to see Jack and the Captain in what looks to be a fairly heated discussion. I need to find Osmond and know that I'm going to enlist the help of Jack if I'm to make any headway. Hesitantly, I touch him on the arm... "Excuse me, Jack?" he whirls on me as if I'm the enemy, and I almost fall over backwards trying to get out of his way, and the only thing that stops my backward descent is his reaching out to grab my arm as I go over.

to be continued...

 

[spiritual_love]

"My Osmond, you are quite an eyeful." Gabrielle's words float from her lips as she speaks softly. She adds just a hint of warmth to the sure desire dripping from her words. She can already feel her blood boiling as she anticipates this conquering.

"You feel much better, yes?" Her perfectly arched eyebrow lifts curiously. With the simple gesture, a soft breeze whisks through the room, lifting the curtains, rustling any loose materials, papers. Gabrielle smiles as she beckons the air to kiss upon Osmond's body, to draw him into her wonderful, airy dance.

The air continues to swirl gently around him, caressing, soothing along his bare upper body as Gabrielle watches on in amusement.

Finally, she stands and the air ceases to play, "My dress, Osmond, unlace the corsetted back and help me remove it. I think the time is drawing near." Gabrielle turns her back, feeling the unsure touch of his fingers upon her slender waist as he begins to unlace the corset.

 

[ozme52]

Osmond

Yes, I am feeling better indeed. Like standing on the beach, feeling a storm approach, refreshing as the wind whips about you. And like a crashing wave, the room crashes back into clarity.

Gabrielle's suite. And beautiful Gabrielle before me. I gather her hair, brushing the nape of her neck with my hands, separate it as I lift her hair from her back, and place it gently over her shoulders, partially covering her bosom. As I unlace her dress, her slender back slowly reveals itself to me. Each lace, at each crossing, is first loosened, pulled apart, and the laces are removed from their hooks, one by one.

Her back narrows as I reveal more, as I approach her waist. Hook by hook. I alternate between each hook to study and smooth my hand over Gabrielles soft skin. Up her spine, brushing her neck with my lips as my hand returns to their duties below. Again and again, as each hook is undone.

Finally I reach the last hook, where the corset top attaches to the fullness of the skirts. I run my hands around her waist, interposing them between skin and the satin lining, feeling the contour of her smooth stomach. Then my hands rise up her torso.

Gabrielle leans back against my chest, her head resting in the crook between my shoulder, chest and neck, crooning, as my hands complete their upward journey. The top of the dress succumbs to gravity, falls double to hang from her waist, as I cup her full breasts in my hands.

I take in the sight of us in the mirror above her dressing table. the two of us bare from the waist up.

I explore the shape of Gabrielles breasts as her nipples harden and spike out into my palms. A brief squeeze of the globes and then I resurvey what I have explored. My hands friction across her nipples, thrumming them, as they slide along the countours of my palms.

I draw them out with my finger tips, tugging lightly as I capture them among the trio of my thumb and forefinger and index finger. Gently squeezing, a quarter twist and easing. I feel Gabrielle shudder against my chest

I wrap one arm around her chest, the weight of her breasts supported on my forearm as the other hands smooths it way down her chest, belly and abdomen, and down until the finger tips begin to slide under the waist of her dress.

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle - within her chambers with Osmond

Gabrielle's violet eyes had been trained upon Osmond the entire time he worked the delicate stays of her dress. She had been mesmerized by his fluid motions, his ability to do it without question. A very good sign, Gabrielle thought. He learns quickly, and doesn't need to be taught. Her eyes dropped to the erotic sight of his palms cradling her generous breasts.

Gabrielle's head had rolled against Osmond's shoulder, dark tresses bathing his flesh. Her back arches with a dancer's grace at the teasing draw of his fingertips upon her deep rose colored nipples. The jewel strung about her necklace begins to glisten brilliantly as the threads of her desire are strummed perfectly. She basks within the warm sensation flooding through to her core.

"Ahhh..Osmond, You will be the rare treat. Exactly what I need to survive." The words slip from her lips as her eyes close. "Finish undressing me, darling. We have to restore my energy..." her voice drops to a near purr as her lips brush upon the dip of his neck, words almost inaudible, muffled, "Before the Captain returns..."

 

[Llyr]

Jack

I've only just started searching the floor when my arm is touched from behind and someone asks my name. My nerves are already on edge and I whirl around raising my hunting knife. Harrison's lady friend is there - and she begins to tumble back in surprise. I quickly seize her arm and stop her from plummetting to the bottom of the staircase.

She looks discomposed. Worried perhaps. Anyway, the air of calm self-assurance she has carried all night has left. I sheath the knife and try to smile - she IS still a guest after all.

"Yes, ma'am. What can I do for you?"

 

[1stTwistedSistr]

Rhiannon ~ Speaking to Jack

"Yes ma'am, what can I do for you?" he asks me. My hand flutters slightly at my bosom indicating my unnerved demeanor. "I'm looking for Mr. Harrison, have you seen him?" It is imperative that I find him, I feel that he's in some kind of danger. Please, won't you help me?"

I'm getting more worried as time goes on and the stress level is beginning to affect me badly. I must feed soon or I won't be able to function for much longer. I've got to find Osmond first though. Damn him! Ususally, I can sense when he's near, but I'm left feeling nothing, as if he isn't near to me at all. I don't understand this at all.

Looking up at Jack, I plead with him, "Please, he's in grave danger, you've got to help me!"

 

[ozme52]

Re: Gabrielle - within her chambers with Osmond

The image of us in the mirror, Gabrielle's gaze, draws my attention to, into the mirrors. A glow surrounds her countenance, a glow that I am only dimly aware of coming from the jewel, pendent from the necklace girding her neck.

In the mirror, I see her speaking and hear her words softly.

"Osmond, You ...... rare treat ......... I need ...... Finish undressing me, darling....."

My hand, already smoothing the plane of Gabrielles abdomen, slips first to the left, tugging lightly at the drawstring there, loosening the knot, then likewise undoing the right drawstring. A slight push against the material and the skirting of Gabrielle's dress slowly slides,
over her hips,
down her thighs,
to pool around her ankles,
revealing all!

My finger traces a feathery touch up her belly, joins the other as I again explore her breasts,
tweaking the nipples,
lightly drawing fingertips down the sides of her breasts,
then down her flanks,
to the top of her hips.

My hands move forward to caress the place where the plane of her abdomen joins her thighs, then inward to explore her mound, her mons.

Gabrielle teasingly retreats from this touch and teasingly presses her behind into my groin. Sliding back and forth, then up and down, ever so lightly to begin, then with more contact, until she was slowly grinding against me. Undetectable in the mirror, yet drawing me out with her movements. Until it is clear to her that I am becoming rampant in my desire.

Again her eyes blaze at me in the mirror.

"Dorment mon amour" Gabrielle's image fades away.

My eyes open. Gabrielle's face hovers above me, like that of an angel. I am in her bed.

 

[Llyr]

Jack

"Well, miss, I just saw him escorting another young woman up these steps. I didn't know her, but judging from the bags her man was carrying, she's only just checked in. I'm guessing you don't know her either."

The woman shakes her head nervously - but it's not mere nervousness. She's talking about being worried about Harrison, but there's something else on her mind too. You don't tend bar as long as I have without having some sense of body language.

"C'mon, miss. We'll check the registry to find out her room."

And I plan on taking the opportunity to pick up my revolver.

As we descend, I hear a scream from above amd Sancti goes crashing past us to the upper floors. I'm torn in an agony of indecision when Harrison's friend urges me downward. "Please, Jack. I fear we don't have much time."

"Wait here, miss," I say and bound down the stairs. I hop the bar - surprised that Jimmy hasn't returned yet - and storm into the closet behind the bar. Strapping on my holster, I check the loads as I exit. They are pure silver, as always, with small crosses carved into the lead so that they'll splinter on impact ... a trick I learned from a smalltime shamen outside Monterrey. I move to the registry table to check several room numbers and am slightly surprised to find Ferguson, the night manager, is gone too.

Several guests stare at me as I race back to the stairs.

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

He felt like finding a Fenris in THIS hotel was like finding a needle in a haystack. Then someone came to mind... THE BARTENDER! As Sancti recalled, Jack the bartender agreed to meet him sometime today for some information. This Jack character was his best bet a narrowing down where the Fenris was.
Brother Sancti turned around and headed back downstairs to find Jack. One problem though, 'someone' decided to conjure up some imps, straight from hell's kitchen, (and I mean literally, 'hell's kitchen'). Where are these imps you ask? Why, right smack dab in Brother Sancti's way of course. Sancti looked at the imps and smiled, "alright little guys. From now on, consider yourself a part of the decor", he said. Brother Sancti took a step forward.

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle - within her chambers

"You must relax, Osmond." her fingers brush over his eyes gently, closing them to her sight, "It'll be easier this way, Love. You must open your mind for me."

Gabrielle's whispered words dance through the air surrounding them. Her form is almost ethereal as the glow continues to pulse and cover herself and Osmond. She draws him into the hold of her magical center, the vibrations streaming from her body as her soul, needy and greedy begins to feast upon his growing desire.

Her body straddles him, thighs cradling his narrow man hips, knees digging into his sides, refusing to give him room to escape. Her hands grasp his wrists, the long tips of her fingernails, dangerously beginning to dig into the soft, vein ridden flesh. Her body rocks and twists, creating the explosive friction between the two.

"Ahhh...Osmond. Tell me you want me. You have to want me." her voice growing with a feverish urgency, "NOW, Osmond, say it! Tell me your desires!" she hisses along his lips, her teeth nipping at his lower quivering lip.

 

[ozme52]

Osmond - willing

"Tell me your desires." a whisper in my mind.

"Gabrielle" I moan, all other thoughts are gone, chased from my consciousness. Only Gabrielle.

"Fuck me!"

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle

Gabrielle's smile touches upon Osmond's lips as she kisses him. He had uttered his desire, he had said her name and stated clearly what he needed.

Her eyes slanted almost maliciously as her lips opened upon his. The sweet pinkness of her tongue plunged into the hold of his hot cavern of a mouth. She lapped hungrily within the opened entrance, drawing his taste into her. Her hands left Osmond's wrists, the indentation of her fingernails remaining clearly in little reddish welts upon his flesh, she slid both hands into his hair, holding his head still. Her body lifted from his, pressing the moistened heat of her sex against the base of his cock, allowing it's length to just tease along her sopping slit.

"Osmond..." her voice starts and then cracks as she lifts and lowers to nudge his thickened head upon the dewy petals of her body.

"You...." Her body jerks as she feels her need thundering through her body out of control. Her fingernails etch a path along his scalp as she lifts and then drops down upon the steely rod of his sex. Walls conforming to the cock buried deep within them, she lifts up to sit astride him.

Her head falls back, the power of their joining circulating through her body. The jewel upon her neck glowing once again as she feeds upon the splendid desire pulsating from Osmond's body. She doesn't move a muscle, yet he feels as if he is beginning taken again and again...and again...being driven into the depth of her pudding soft puss.

"...are mine. You desired it...it is so..." her voice turns into a wild hiss as she lowers, crushing her breasts to his chest. Her mouth find the wonderful curve of his neck, inhaling deeply, catching a scent upon her new paramour...her eyes flicker.....vampire?

"Vous êtes le mien." Her words as a soft, longing whisper, beckoning the deepest of desires within him, "You need no one else. I need you now, Osmond...." Her body clamps down around his pulsing cock..."now...." she utters the simple command.

 

[ozme52]

Osmond - Gabrielle

Her tongue, Gabrielle's tongue, is like a butterfly within my mouth, darting about, in a love dance with my tongue, intertwining with mine. Hot. Wet.

She runs her body up and down mine, sliding along my cock, I can feel her slick lips nipping at my meat, and then she slides over me, taking me into her, sitting, slowly gobbling me into her sweet, tight, cunny.

"Osmond...You.....are mine. You desired it...it is so.."

I can feel her heat, hot enough to melt iron, her muscles squeezing my flesh, rippling up and down my shaft, forging it into a bar of solid steel.

Her breasts crush against my chest, her nipples spiking into my flesh, I feel her thighs tremble along my flanks. I wrap my arms across her back, holding her close to me. I grab her ass and pull it up my body, changing our angle as I begin actively thrusting up, driving hard into her. My cockhead sliding back and forth across the back of her womb. My shaft dragging her inner lips in and out with ever stroke.

"Vous êtes le mien! You need no one else. I need you now, Osmond...."

I burst, spraying my essence into Garielle's hungry puss, scalding hot. Her body wracks and spasms as she takes all I can give her.

Again and again I pump into Gabrielles deepest recesses, wringing orgasm after orgasm from her, drawing orgasm after orgasm from me.

I feel myself weakening as each release further empties me. The feeling ignites a flame in me. A fierce pain in my upper jaw.

Gabrielle croons. I can sense... No! I can smell her blood coursing through her veins.

Her neck, close. I take a bite.

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle

Gabrielle was lost within the incredible pulse of power flooding her veins as she drove her body down upon his. His hands nearly splitting the cheeks of her ass, as he sought to help impale her upon his cock. She quivered and quaked beneath the beautiful assault. There was nothing that could replenish her more than taking one who desired her.

She barely felt the bite...at first...

Her eyes snapped open as her hand caught the back of Osmond's head. Her voice breaking coated with her lustfilled moans, "What...what...are you doing?" Gabrielle notices something was different, yet she drove her body forth.

Unable, to stop for even for a moment, Gabrielle drives herself..harder and harder. Her screams pumping into the air as his tongue bathes her throat.

 

[ozme52]

Re: Gabrielle

"What...what...are you doing?" Gabrielle moans to me, even as she whips herself even further into her sexual frenzy.

My power reaches out and entwines her body. Every part of her. Breasts are squeezed, nipples thrummed. Tendrils brushing her every sensitive spot, spreading her lips, even as they clasp around my cock, whipsawing her clit, even reaching within, to tantalize the inner walls of her vagina.

Wrapping around her ripe ass cheeks and delving into the rose of her anus.

Brushing her inner thighs up and down and tickling the backs of her knees. Sucking at her toes.

Totally overloading her senses, like having ten attendents, dedicated to pleasuring each individual part.

All this as my arms and larger cords of power embrace her whole body, rhythmically squeezing in time to my thrusts. Lifting our bodies from the bed, setting us down, positions reversed.

Now on top. my power lifts her legs and they wrap high around my chest of their own accord, my thrusting increases in power, in depth, in tempo, each thrust and squeeze in time with Gabrielle's heartbeat, as it pumps and I suck blood into my throat, feeding for the first time ever.

Until we are both sated. And balanced. The sharing of power. Each from the other.

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle

Gabrielle's voluptuous body wrapped around Osmond. Her long legs encircled him tightly, refusing to release. Her arms spread over his shoulders as her head fell back upon the bed. Her breathing came in short gasps, eyelashes sweeping upon her flushed cheeks as she rested.

As if rising from a deep sleep, her eyes opened slowly. The violet color, brilliant and vibrant as she gazed at Osmond. She felt his tongue sweep over the bite mark, sealing the feeding wound. Gabrielle moaned gently at the wet touch.

She then quieted herself, feeling the power of his desire swirling within her. He had given her strength, she had needed it. He had fed from her, he had need it desperately. She wondered if he had ever felt such power that was sure to be coursing through his veins.

Her fingertips brushed along his cheek, his head lifted for her. Their eyes met. Her fingertips continued their path along the soft parted flesh of his beautiful mouth, "My darling, how do you feel?"

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

SWAK!!! Sancti's mighty mace swatted away an imp, right into the wall. Leaving nothing but a nasty bloody stain, and a damaged wall. The imps closed in, making Brother Sancti all the more dangerous. The imps, thinking they had him surrounded, decided to go in for the kill. Wrong fucking kill.
One imp went for his leg, only to be brutally kicked away, sprawling towards the end of the hall. This only got the imps more vicious, as he imps began to jump at him. Their sharp little claws aiming for his face. Brother Sancti moved fast, as he swung his mace horizontaly. Easily brushing away most of this so called opposition. Now was his chance to bust a few imp heads in, as he pounded in their thick skulls one by one. A bloody mess it was.
Eyeing the last imp rushing toward him, he lifted his mace high, and brought it back down upon the imps skull with great velocity. The mace made contact. Imp blood splashed across Brother Sancti's face. With that the battle was over.
Brother Sancti looked around at the hall filled with blood and smashed organs. "What a mess", he thought. He shrugged as he continued down the hall. Now to find Jack.

 

[ozme52]

Osmond - born anew

"My darling, how do you feel?" Gabrielle asks perhaps the most important quesion of my existence.

My entire being courses with energy. I have never felt this way before. As if an ember within me has sparked into flame, consuming that which I was and releasing that which I am.

Here in the embrace of this witch, I don't know if I should thank her or curse her. Can I be what I once was or will the hunger I've seen among vampires consume the humanity in me until I have no soul left.

I think of Rhiannon, she is a full blooded vampire, not converted, but born of two vampire parents. She has controlled the urge to feed from humans, but only after years of learning that control.

And what am I? Not born of vampires, not converted. Am I indeed, the first of a new line, of a new clan of vampires? It explains my power, it would explain my hearing the witch in conversation with Gunnar Fenrisen... Fenrisen! What shall I do about him, him and the wolf Ramius? Do I even care anymore?

I am torn between the need to share this with Rhiannon, I have so many questions, and my desire to partake of this witch again. No, not to feed, but to join with her again.

And what is her link to Fenrisen? I cannot let harm come to Rhiannon. Nor to the other..... Vicky Bensfield! Now, how do I suddenly know her name.

I gaze at Gabrielle and realize I would not wish to see harm come to her either. But she is tied to Fenrisen.

I have not the answer.

Gabrielle cleaves to me, as if she is aware of my turmoil, and would not have me leave. The evidence of my passion rises again. Again I unleash my power and our bodies rise from the bed. We rotate and revolve, momentarily head to toe, and then on again until I am behind her, and as we descend back to the bed, I enter her from behind.

 

[ozme52]

Fenris

Time to get on with business.

But the arrival of Gabrielle Dumontine changes things. The Captain must speak with her first.

I hear my foes, some on their own, some interacting. Where is Gabrielle? Hmmm, busy with the vampire bitch's toy! Perhaps I shall eat him first. Gabrielle might enjoy that. Or maybe I'll slay the vampire first. I've eaten well this morning, so I don't need the flesh, and vampires are foul tasting. Yes, perhaps one of the vampires first.

But first, Gabrielle.

I let the transformation begin.

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle

Gabrielle's hands gather the bedcovers in a tight grip as Osmond thrusts within her from behind. The pale cheeks of her rounded ass press flush against his body before drawing away, only to drive the steel rod of his nature into the warm wet walls of her searingly hot cunt again.

Her head arches, long ebony hair, spilling in endless waves upon the curve of her back. Body twists and turns trying to send him deeper and deeper into the velvety crush of her body. She whips back and forth, riding him from the front as he drives his cock home.

Whimpering, her body swiftly becoming overwhelming with the fierceness of his power. Her voice emerges from her lips, a soft needfilled growl, her hand pulling her hair aside, exposing the cruve of her neck...."Again, Osmond....You need to feed...again..." Gabrielle purrs her words, luring Osmond into the feast, into the power that she knows he will soon crave....

"Eat, darling...."

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

He dashed down the stairs to the lobby, yelling, "Jack! Jack, where are you!? JACK! C'mon, I need your help NOW! C'mon Jack!". He continued to call Jack the bartender's name, as he made his way past the lobby crowd. He had to be here somewhere.

 

[ozme52]

Re: Gabrielle

Gabrielle's hands scrabble at the sheets as she repeatedly draws herself off of my impaling pole and drives herself back onto it. Her ass slapping loudly against my thighs and groin as each impact flattens her cheeks. Her cunt audibly sluicing along my shaft.

I grab a handful of her long black hair and wrap it around one hand, tugging lightly until her head is tilted up. Gabrielle's mouth opens in a silent moan as I use the skein of hair as a rein to draw her harder into my groin and she whips her body back and forth, ass wiggling on my pole.

Her whimpers increase to a growl as she exposes her neck to me again.

"Again, Osmond....You need to feed...again... Eat, darling...."

I spin her over, lower my head between her thighs, and take my meal in a different way!

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle

Gabrielle's lean legs lift high, almost stunned with the sudden flip of her body. She notes that his power seems to be buildling and building. So catious he was before, hesitant and now...the complete opposite, and Gabrielle loved it.

She moaned as his mouth fixed upon the blossoming lips of her swelling sex. Her juices dribbled from the winking slit. Fingers smoothed over his head, gripping his hair tightly, pulling him forceably into her needy pussy.

Growling, Osmond's lips curl back, his tongue slithering forth, lapping at the delicious, sweet musk of her feminie delights. The scent, taste drove him wild, urging him to burrow his tongue into the velvet smooth cavern. Her ass lifts higher, grinding her body into his open mouth, giving herself to him willingly. Gabrielle body, senses are overwhelmed as the sheer strength from him pours into her, heightening her own senses beautifully, tweaking the power that she does possess.

Osmond's finger dig into Gabrielle's hips, scratching her smooth pale flesh, leaving a definite reminder of their time together. Crying out as the tiny bit of pain lances within her, the cry not one of hurt, but one a pleasure as it increses the experience.
Gabrielle feels a smooth vibration upon her lips, her clit, Osmond's mouth seeming to be everywhere at once. Her body rumbles as it reaches for the climax that teeters upon the edge.

Osmond's mouth opens wider..wider still feeling as if he is attempting to swallow her whole. Then she feels it. His teeth dig into the quivering mass of her stremaing cunt. The bite not one of the human kind, but that of a vampire, piercing her with the razor like teeth. At that very point, Gabrielle burst....

 

[ozme52]

Osmond

Her loins bedew my face as she bucks out her orgasm. The taste of her nectar, laced with a touch of spice, mere flecks of blood from her engorged pussy lips.

As good as the blood meal had been, this is far better, more energizing.

Gabrielle's effluence ebbs, I swab the last of it from her cunny, realizing I can reach further than the old Osmond ever had reached. Another benefit of my transformation? Gabrielle stiffens with the feel of my tongue lapping every inch of her womb, scooping out the last of her honey. A few last shudders as her orgasm wanes.

I rise and ask?

"You've been pierced. My apologies, but..... Shall we find some jewel to mark the occasion? Something with which to adorn you?"