Mirror Manor

Stephen only sucked more strongly from her wound as the blood and juices mixed, but the strength increased because of what the two were doing with his immortal organ. The two took turns bobbing upon his shaft and licking it as Mandy slip her finger in and out of Biannca. Gosh she was tight. Mandy loved it and the two were drawing close to a desire to mount Stephen. They knew it was going to be utterly painful, but yet with the pain came so much pleasure.

At the same time Stephen's tongue snaked so far up inside her that he thrusted against her walls and vibrated as the muslces contracted. Pulse after pulse if drove her crazy and Stephen was in absolutely pleasure from the taste and the pleasure he was getting from the blood and from the women's attention to his shaft. Katie was the first to crawl onto the bed to mount Stephen. Mandy guiding her she lowered herself and pressed against the massive head.

Groaning bitting into Biannca deeper as the muscles cracked, Katie finally got the head to slide in as she sunk slowly down onto him. Screaming in pain she began to ride up and down slowly on Stephen at first while her walls loosened. As the same time Mandy climbed onto the bed and stood before a crouching Biannca. Rubbing her pussy she grew closer to her, wanting the touch of the immortal upon her swollen lips.

Would she snap? Would she sink her teeth into the flesh and draw? Yes, Mandy would scream at first, but she would lose her will to fight soon enough and Katie would have no idea what was going on as she skewered herself with Stephen's massive organ that she had let thrusted deep inside her walls.
 
Biannca felt that familiar tense, the slow seeping blood stirring that still desire of blood, mixed with the sexual cravings driven by the other halfling's attention. It was rarey she got such a craving. But still, that and bloodlust never mixed well. She needed to satisfy one of them, rather quickly before they both drove her into something that she might regret. Those darkly beautiful vocals released a moan as she felt his tongue go up, thrusting against the walls and causing the vibration that jolted pleasure up that beautiful body.

She listened to the pair of mortals, their screams fueling more of those previously hidden, concealed desires. She felt Stephens teeth bitting deeper, peeking the rare flash of pain occasionally, knowing what ever damange donw would heal itself on its own. She still listened, those moans surpressed to her throat, not allowing them past her lips as she felt that steadily lowering blood supply.

Mandy came now, standing before her now. Her eyes shifting up to the pretty mortal, drawing her down to her, slowly at first using that mind as a slow, seductive influence that would, in turn, take over her mind, and then release her to let her act on her own. Mandy sunk slowly to her knees, Biannca tilting her head to watch her, drawing her closer as she set a hand on her waist, pulling her closer as she remained straddling Stephan's face, holding herself up with her knees. Her unoccupied hand moved between the blond's legs, rubbing with a sense of light, delicate, powerful seductiveness, drawing the mortal closer. Releasing that grasp upon her mind, she kissed her neck now, feeling Stephen's teeth yet again.

The feirceness, spiked by Stephen's teeth drew her to sink those fangs with the next kiss into Mandy's neck, drawing a soft, still audible scream from Mandy as she sucked viciously, that arm upon her waist curling around to bring her closer, drawing out her blood, letting the warm, sweet liquid flow down her throat like liquid fire, surges of replenishing energy drawing her to slow drastically, take it easier as Mandy began to relax in her grasp. That blood began to blend with hers, her own superior blood refilled now as Mandy's blood became her own. She removed her fangs, kissing lightly that wound to feel it begin to heal now, close, but not fully heal. She slowly let Mandy relax onto the bed, appearing exausted. Yes, but she would live. Biannca had made sure of that. The halflings eyes turned slowly from that blood red back to the emerald color she was born with.
 
Mia Boswell

Mia had always been of the athletic sort, so much so in fact that even tonight's rain did not stop her from going on her nightly jog. She had started the tradition a couple of years ago when she was still in high school. Having always been somewhat of an insomniac Mia had taken to going on her runs in the middle of the night. The temperature was cooler, especially in the summer months, and in her quiet New York town there was no need to worry about muggings or other sorts of violence. Just to be on the safe side though she was always sure to bring a container of mase spray with her. Which is what she grabbed now before donning her large hooded windbreaker and heading out the door.

She had only made it a few blocks when she suddenly got the distinct feeling that someone was watching her. It’s probably just someone gazing out of their window wondering who would be so crazy as to go for a run in the middle of a rain storm. she thought to herself. She brushed off the feeling and tried to ignore the fact that most of the windows she had passed were dark, their inhabitants having long ago retired for the night. No the only light right now came from the row of streetlamps and the large moon overhead. Even that was partially blocked by the dark clouds that filled the night sky.

Mia suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. She had sworn she’d heard…growling.
 
OOC: Welcome to the thread College, you'll be playing alone for awhile, but eventually u can join in the storyline with the other two characters.

IC: Feeling the blood drip upon his face as Biannca sunk her teeth deep into Mandy's neck Stephen pulled his own fangs from Biannca. He then sunk his teeth directly into her opening and canal bringing about an uncontrollable spot that would bring about an uncontrollable orgasm. At the same time he unhesitantly thrusted fully up into Katie with his massive organ causing her to scream again as her own organ expanded violently to fit him.

Thrusting again and again deep inside her he brought Katie to her own violently orgasm that coated his organ and caused her to pull herself off of him. It was very difficult for her to do so because of his size. Crawling up onto the bed, her pussy oozing her delicious juices from her last orgasm, she looked at Mandy laying there. "Mandy?" Shaking her and then brushing back her hair she saw the teeth wounds.

"What the fuck!" Turning she looked at Stephen's teeth, no fangs, which were penetrating Biannca as well as his blood red eyes. "What...what is this!" She definately sobered up fast and scurried to move but was unable as Stephen removed himself from Biannca and pounced about Katie sinking his teeth deep into her neck. Draining her of her blood he stopped just prior to her death causing her to fall into unconciousness.

Turning back with his blood mouth and red eyes he looked at Biannca and laughed. "It seems I was too much for them, do you believe you can handle me?" Sitting up against the headboard of the bed Stephen took ahold of his massively large organ and called her to take him.
 
Biannca smiled lightly at that expression. Oh, but they rarely seemed to change from that sense of fear, always the fear that got to her, as if she really ment to kill them. No. They could not tell that, though. There was only so much the mind of a mortal could sustain. The first sight of something that looked so viciously wrong and they instantly assumed...

Biannce felt as his fangs finally released her, after that driven uncontrollable orgasm jetting up that delicately cold to the touch, beautiful form. She watched as he went after Katie, draining her blood, prepared to retaliate in case he kept going for too long. But as he stopped, leaving her enough blood to recover with, she relaxed, licking her lips despite the fact that Mandy's blood itself had ran down her chin and neck, carelessly cleaning it up with her fingers lightly as she watched Stephen.

She felt those wounds he'd dawned upon that sensitive pink flesh heal themselves, the immortal blood disappearing like nothing as she turned her head toward the pair, lifting a hand and flicking her wrist to cover the exausted pair up.

"Maybe..." She tempted quietly, those eyes wisping between red and green as she licked her lips, cleaning them of the blood, though leaving them that painted shade of blood red. Still, her full trust in the other halfling hadn't been given. How much could she truly trust him. After all, she now had a good ammount of blood to hold her, such little fun and games were only a side note. Would she feel like continuing with them?

She tilted her head childishly, smirking softly as she moved much too fast for any mortal eye to see, leaving her resting at his side, kissing him lightly the warmness of that blood still apparent upon their skin between the kiss, careful with her fangs to not cut him now.

Slowly she shifted herself to the position using a hand to spred the lips of her still wet sex. She knew it would be a task, a extremely difficult task to fit all ten inches inside, even for an immortal, and that hole was just as equally tight, to make it even better. Still, she was quite determined to give it a try.

Adjusting herself lightly she sunk down, allowing first the head of his erection to slide inside that waiting hole, taking more and more of in before she began to ride him, up and down, slowly gaining speed as she tempted herself slowly to press down harder, take more of him in as she moved upon him. She smirked down to him, that gorgeous body exposed to his viewing.

"I'm wondering if you can satisfy me..."
 
His eyes beat red with a much heated desire he watched her showing his fangs as she slowly stradled him and quickly decided to try and take him within her. Slowly they returned to a light blue as she pressed herself down on him taking his enormous head within her. Dropping further and further as she began to ride him Stephen's eyes grew red again with a fury of desire. It was at this point he drew her to him and kissed her as he took her hips. "First you must take me to satisfy yourself," he said in jest and then pressed her down further and further until she sat upon his lap, all full ten inches within her.

"Pain is the essence of pleasure," Stephen said and then nicked her neck with his fangs before drawing his hand up her neck with soft raking fingers as she looked up towards the ceiling. As she began to ride slowly, not able to take much out of her because the feeling was too great, Stephen held onto her back so she could bend backwards as she leaned in. Kissing her beautiful large breasts he took bites from various places before sinking his fangs in to take a quick rush of her blood.

"Pummel yourself upon me, enjoy in the fruit of my immortality."
 
A few shifts and adjustments, and Biannca was as ready as she ever could be for him. She wasn't planning on taking him like a mortal. No simple things. No, she would take him as only a immortal could. Wild, fast...unmerciful. That was one thing that she held no restrictions on. She listened to him speak, watching as his eyes changed as she began to ride him with a experimental pace, feeling him pressing her down, further into the entire ten inches had fit into that tight, wet hole. And just as his, her eyes began to change, slowly from green back to that lustful blood red.

She rose her head as his fingers travelled up her neck, starting with a driven slowness and building hastily, unable to take much out as she was, each rise and fall sending surges of pain and pleasure, the oddess feeling an immortal could gain, up that gorgeous body of he's. She leaned in, letting him kiss those perfect breasts, feeling his fangs upon her skin yet again now, the mixture of his fangs and member raising that level of lust as she sped up.

Raising now she paused before slamming herself down, hard and fast onto his member after removing a good eight inches from her. A soft moan was given as she did this, that flash of pain and pleasure jolting and spreading like electricity through her body. It hurt, she had to admit as few things could bring that feeling to a vampire, even a halfling, but that pleasure balanced it as she continued to move, not hesitating to ride him hard now, the rough decent upon his massive member, the friction between both of those delicate areas giving them both that unbelieveable pleasure, one that no mortal could suffice. And for a moment, she found herself messuring the pleasure compaired to the blood of a human.
 
His eyes growing a darker red than they ever had before Stephen exposed his bloody fangs for her to see as she began to drive herself onto him harder than she had before. Taking the great length and width of his shaft Stephen hissed due to the blood driven pleasure and the pleasure from her grasping his shaft with the walls of her immortal body. It was truly a pleasure he had never experienced before despite having been with countless women and immortals before.

Finally, Stephen drove himself forwards and bit deeply inbetween her chest and sucked the blood he so needed. At the same time he achieved an absolute amazing orgasm that shot and filled the immortal deep inside, so much that it ran down his shaft and lap afterwards. Continuing to suck the blood from her in waves he drove her to a shock of euphoria. Taking her hips he only drove her harder onto him as he drew more and more blood.

After he had enough he pulled his fangs from her and rested against the headboard of the bed licking his lips. Sliding a nail upon his chest as he continued to pummel herself he drew a rush of blood for her to feast upon.
 
The non-stop shifting of her slender body against his was still given as she allowed him to take that blood from her, the flurries of building pleasure drawing moans and gasps as she continued to ride him. His release simply began to fuel her own, something she had so longed for unable to be given by any else, even those immortal who roosted in her home. Never in centuries would she allow them to get even remotely clsoe to try and do what she was allowing this other halfling to do.

As he drew his own blood, alerting her senses to it, those deep crimson eyes catching the sight of blood she lowered that beautiful upper body, continuing at that same speed as she licked the wound, keeping it open before beginning to suck, drawing blood from him and feeling the closeness of that orgasm. She drove him in deeper now, her teeth grazing his flesh as she drank. Finally as that pure bliss coursed through her body, her fangs sunk into him, juices mixing with his as she released and took his blood, drawing as much as she needed as that orgasm began to lessen.

She withdrew her fangs, blood contrasting with her pale skin as she slowed down before finally pulling herself off of him. Body still weak with that pleasure she moved to lay aside him, any wounds he had opened healing themselves hastily.
 
In a state of absolute bliss Stephen felt the waves of her orgasm flood over his organ as she then slid off and moved to his side to lay next to him. She was obviously as weak and tired as he was. Smiling as his fangs went back to their unexposed state he pulled her closer looking into her eyes. "The pleasures us immortals can experience almost make me glad I am immortal," he said as he then looked at the limp bodies of the two women.

"They will forget what exactly happened in the morning, besides laying with me, they will simply believe the first part of what happened." Laughing he kissed Biannca's cheek, "It is too bad you cannot stay with me for the whole night until morning, but we both know your master would not be happy if you didn't return to him." Laying his cheek upon hers he smiled, "Plus, we know how much us immortals love sunlight," he said with a light laugh his exhaustion quite distinct.

"You must return to me tomorrow night, not only will we speak of your masters downfall, but I wish to delight in your flesh and blood again," Stephen said as he nibbled with his teeth against a neck that was slightly exposed. Smiling he nuzzled his cheek against hers, a sensitivity that was only possible by a halfling.
 
Her eyes changed yet again, fading to that emerald color as she lay aside him, listening and thinking as he spoke. Yes, if her father did wonder where she was, and she didn't return before the dawns light rose then he would become curious. And then have her followed around like a untrustworthy little thing...as if she wasn't already. But still, so much had happened between the days, she would have to be careful where she treaded, and when.

She looked down at the pair as he spoke, smiling softly. The poor things. But it felt good toward her for keeping them alive, giving them what so many were denied. She was late, she had to make sure first, before she returned to the manor, that none of those silly little things below were led off, or turned. Out in the street, past the pitter patter of raindrops upon the window, she could hear laughter, and the horns of cars, the blare of music in the early night. The immortals would be out soon...and it would not be safe for anyone who was anything but immortal.

She rested there still, her pretty hair falling around her face prettily as he nuzzled her with that sensitivity she rarely held. In the presense of the laughing, degrading immortals who saw her as nothing but an creature of beauty to look upon and a object of pleasure, she cherished it inwardly. But still, a man who could prove a potiential enemy if she did not keep well aware of him, she might want to wait before she fully gave her trust to him. And though now, a good mix of that noble, ancient and horribly powerful blood ran through his veins, and his through hers, she still had to be careful.

"I've got to clear the streets. The full bloods will be out searching tonight, along with the were-wolves and demons. I only return to the Manor right before dawn to let my father know I am there to watch over them while they sleep...but it is may be much more difficult to try and kill him in the day, then the night. The manor is not called Mirror Manor for no reason...very much like a mirror, what lies beyond it is unknown. There are curses and traps even I am unaware of...its dangerous, but worth the time." Those soft, delicate vocals of the half vampiress were given softly as she rested with him, her eyes watching him with a soft sense of tranquilty. Despite her normal caution, she felt she could trust him. He did not send her that same feeling of alarm as other immortals did.

"Stephan...I can trust you, can't I?"
 
"While you clear the streets, I will be hunting," Stephen said indiscreetly to her. She knew what he was and knew what he must do. He very well may kill an immortal she knew tonight, but he doubted that she would try to stop him. He did not truly trust her as her question to him seemed she didn't totally trust him. Getting up from the bed he put on his clothes before finally answering her. "Of course you can trust me, but let us agree that we both can not fully trust each other yet." It was true.

Putting on a large jacket filled on the insides with metal spikes and silver spikes Stephen then fooled around with a few other of his designs. A concealed crossbow and a sword that he always carried with him. It had been tipped with silver just case it was needed. Stephen was fully prepared to hunt, he had been doing it for so many years now, and nothing really surprised him anymore.

"Be safe Biannca, I will come to you in the morning like I did today." With nothing else said he leapt out the window to begin his hunt. Landing on the roof of a building nearby he looked down upon those walking around, what troubles and horrors were in their way before this night ended. Now, where were they....
 
Biannca wasted no time in dressing herself, borrowing the top of the brunette Katie as her own had been torn during the first assault. Well, the less immortals there were for her to watch her back for, the safer she felt. A careful check of strayed blood was given as she waved her hand in the direction of the light switch to let it flicker off, and then looked toward the balcony door. As she exited quietly as not to distrub the now quietly sleeping mortals, she gazed out into the night. Yes, she could sense them, comming from the east side entrance of the town. The proper diversion would be needed.

It did not take long before the streets were nearly barren, and Chasity left to try and clear the rest from the streets as well. Oh, but would her father be out tonight? Likely not. He would likely be back at the manor with the other pure blood, born vampire snobs, disgussing some bizarre topic or another amongst each other and experimenting with new slaves and what not.

It annoyed her. No, she would not return early. She would keep an eye out on the streets. Among the rain, letting it soak her delicate, slender form, she perched like a watchful bird among a field for trouble, her eyes piercing through the night as rain fell, covering her form. Tonight would be a busy night.

And even a moment or so, she felt her mind stray, travel off then toward something...no, someone else. Stephen. He would be wise, she hoped, and not go toward the manor this night. Not so early with little knowledge of it, she hoped. But still, her trust was questioned toward him. He would prove that, and she would know. That shared blood between them ran strong still, and so she could sense if it was passed to another, where he was, what he was doing if she really, truly wanted. Give him the chance to prove himself...if he is not but a deceptive halfling then I will take care of it personally... And so, the night went on.
 
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