The China Pearl Inn
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long boring day, just about to go watch a movie
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Moments had passed and, although things were not quite still, it was as if time had frozen here. How exquisite. Yet even in this relaxing atmosphere she found it difficult to be at peace, even when there were only a few others around here. One young woman entered the inn and took a seat at the bar, while another sitting by a fire immediately struck up a conversation with her. Scanning her eyes back towards the bar she noticed two gentlemen were also speaking about something, and there was noise in a backroom, probably a kitchen. Looking down at herself she huffed; here she was all by her lonesome! It was her own fault, she supposed, considering that she never was much for socializing, but the man who stood behind the bar did seem quite interesting. No, he was more than just interesting, he was enticing, he was alluring... but why? Very rarely did she ever find herself attracted to any man, and yet this one seemed quite different. He was like a wolf, noble in demeanor yet no doubt with a ravenous appetite. Yes, a big, bad wolf.. and she would be his little, red riding hood. She smirked at her own wickedness, the corners of her mouth coming to a point as the last traces of smoke poured out of her mouth like some ancient dragon finally finding contentment.
Stepping out of her seat she made her way slowly towards the bar, her heels clicking audibly against the smooth surface of the floor as her hips swayed back and forth, a trail of smoke following her movements across the room, her eyes focusing directly upon the barman. When she found herself an available stool she sat her fanny down with her back to the bar, crossing her legs with the front of the dress spilling over the side, barely exposing her bottom to any that would look closely enough. Her smirk had turned back into a pout, less of feinted innocence than merely of pure cynicism. She noticed with some surprise the coffee pot nearby, which she found most peculiar. Didn't they serve tea in the Orient? She heard they were famous for it. Tea was to the Orient just as wine was to France, after all. Yet no matter how smooth and soothing the coffee must've been, it's scent was far more retched to her delicate nose than even her own cigarette, which was beginning to get dangerously small. "Mmm, my dear sir," she spoke, her words rolling off her tongue in a seductive tone yet her face remained quite serious. "What kind of meals does this inn prepare? The journey here has left me rather famished.. I almost feel ready to faint," she added, an obvious lie. "Some wine, if you may, or perhaps some tea? Oh, my... and will be needing an ash tray, if you don't mind the stick?"
Stepping out of her seat she made her way slowly towards the bar, her heels clicking audibly against the smooth surface of the floor as her hips swayed back and forth, a trail of smoke following her movements across the room, her eyes focusing directly upon the barman. When she found herself an available stool she sat her fanny down with her back to the bar, crossing her legs with the front of the dress spilling over the side, barely exposing her bottom to any that would look closely enough. Her smirk had turned back into a pout, less of feinted innocence than merely of pure cynicism. She noticed with some surprise the coffee pot nearby, which she found most peculiar. Didn't they serve tea in the Orient? She heard they were famous for it. Tea was to the Orient just as wine was to France, after all. Yet no matter how smooth and soothing the coffee must've been, it's scent was far more retched to her delicate nose than even her own cigarette, which was beginning to get dangerously small. "Mmm, my dear sir," she spoke, her words rolling off her tongue in a seductive tone yet her face remained quite serious. "What kind of meals does this inn prepare? The journey here has left me rather famished.. I almost feel ready to faint," she added, an obvious lie. "Some wine, if you may, or perhaps some tea? Oh, my... and will be needing an ash tray, if you don't mind the stick?"
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Good day all
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Ignoring the barkeeper for a moment, the young woman turns to hear the voice of a woman sitting by the fire, the one she had noticed earlier. The voice sounds quite cheerful, and yet it was the name as to which she spoke of; what did that woman mean by that name? Perhaps she had read the Kanji that was tattooed on her shoulders, or perhaps this woman had recognized her from stateside.. or, as strange as it must sound, she may have looked into her blood-soaked spirit and seen the horrors that lay within. The very thought sent a shiver down her spine, and yet it seemed to entice her, as well. It wasn't often that she got scared for any reason, and even less did such a frightening prospect arouse her senses. Stepping off of the stool she sauntered over towards the woman by the fire and layed down, her legs stretched out but remaining closed with the dress draped over them carefully. Leaning her body up with her left arm she layed her right hand with the holder against her thigh while the strap of her purse slid off her shoulder. "Enchanté," she spoke, her words soft despite the slight hardness in her voice. "Pardon for not speaking to you before.. I'm quite new here and I don't know anyone yet." She looked over to the one whom the other called her 'sweets', and smiled in turn. "Bon soir," she greeted. "I am Madame Denise Âmesang..." Her words became slightly chilled as she looked back at the woman who greeted her, still curious about that name she had used when she called her over. If she had looked frightened, however, such a look was hidden behind a delicate smile. "And you are?"
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Tatiana said:
Don't worry he'll be on again soon
he always is
Tatiana? Such a tantalizing name! Oops!, she'd better be careful with those nasty puns. Still, she had to admit that she was enjoying the company of these two females which wasn't much of a surprise.. she always seemed to be more comfortable around women than men. Yet it was Tatiana's offer of blood wine that nearly made her heart stop dead in her chest. Usually she'd have to hunt to get such a treat, and always it came fresh from the source; but to think that there were places that turned this delicacy into a wine? For a young woman like her this was pure bliss. She looked up the woman with wide eyes, her pouting mouth nearly quivering before she finally spoke. "Merci beaucoup," she replied with a soft voice, her words almost stuttered as takes the glass in her right hand, holding it carefully with her cigarette holder balanced between her index and middle finger. She loved blood. She loved wine. How could both be mixed together into such a perfect drink for her this very moment?
Holding the glass to her nose she takes in a long, deep sniff, letting it's scent fill her nose. She nearly becomes wet at the very whiff of the liquor having been without either for quite some time, and almost not wanting to break this moment she hesitates to drink. She wants it, though, so why wait? Bringing the edge of the glass to her lips she takes a slow sip, letting a little bit of the liquid fill her mouth before it gently flows down past her tongue and into her throat. Her eyes were closed the entire time and she takes every second of the experience to savour it's thick, pungent yet sweet flavour. When the liquour passes she opens her eyes and looks longingly towards Tatiana, wanting to climb all over the woman and sink her fangs into the flesh of her bossom. No, that would be rude, wouldn't it? Besides, the other woman, Tatiana's 'sweets', had just spoken about the barkeep, and if anyone was going to receive her first bite it should be him. Until then she still had this wine and would make it last as much as she could. "So, Tatiana.." she spoke again, feeling her courage return. "What does one do for... fun.. around here?"
Holding the glass to her nose she takes in a long, deep sniff, letting it's scent fill her nose. She nearly becomes wet at the very whiff of the liquor having been without either for quite some time, and almost not wanting to break this moment she hesitates to drink. She wants it, though, so why wait? Bringing the edge of the glass to her lips she takes a slow sip, letting a little bit of the liquid fill her mouth before it gently flows down past her tongue and into her throat. Her eyes were closed the entire time and she takes every second of the experience to savour it's thick, pungent yet sweet flavour. When the liquour passes she opens her eyes and looks longingly towards Tatiana, wanting to climb all over the woman and sink her fangs into the flesh of her bossom. No, that would be rude, wouldn't it? Besides, the other woman, Tatiana's 'sweets', had just spoken about the barkeep, and if anyone was going to receive her first bite it should be him. Until then she still had this wine and would make it last as much as she could. "So, Tatiana.." she spoke again, feeling her courage return. "What does one do for... fun.. around here?"
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Butterflies, sanguinous spirits, and little russian sweetlings...how nice this inn remains. But where, oh where, is the patriarch of this blessed hostel? CG? Are you in tonight? I crave blood, and your wisdom could aid in my satiation, I think.
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Bloodsoul said:
there is alot we do for fun,
~I smile at Bloodsoul and leand over to gently kiss her neck~
that is one, the other is to sit and talk. so how do you like the blood wine? I made it with my own blood. I hope what I am baout to do does not frighten you.
~I streatch and as I do I change into my water demon form. I run my tail up Bloodsouls leg and then move over her body~
Very nice
A lot? A lot sounds good. A lot sounded delicious. It had been far too long since Denise had done anything 'fun', and when Tatiana kissed her neck not only did she feel a tingle down her spine again, but she felt warmer and, she hated to admit, happier than before. Her sweet, soft lips against Denise's hard skip was something she would not be forgetting for many a lonely night afterwards.. and, secrectly, she hoped to receive more than just kisses. Of course the concept of just sitting around and talking had its merits, as well, and may even be beneficial to her spirit. She generally kept her mouth shut when around others, but here, in the inn, she felt more open, more at peace, and talking would be something she would love doing. She had found herself flustered again, however, when Tatiana confessed that the wine had been made with her own blood. Oh, what a pleasure it was to know that not only were her kisses sweet but her blood, too. She licked her lips against her will, eyeing her lustily again, wondering if any other parts of this woman tasted just as delicious. Then, when Tatiana cautions about what she plans on doing next, Denise can only look at her exasperated. She was rarely frightened by anything and at this moment she was filled not with fear but anticipation.
Then she watched as the woman before her stretched and underwent a most amazing transformation. What on earth was she? She appeared like a mermaid out of legend, but far more fearsome.. and, yet, she was still quite beautiful to behold. Her heart was racing in her chest as her mouth made a little 'o' with no sounds being ammited from them. It was when Tatiana ran her tail against Denise's leg that she finally made a sound, a low moan as she closed her eyes, responding to the gentle touch of the tale against her bare thigh. She felt weight pressing down on her and when she opened her eyes Tatiana was over her, speaking her judgment on the woman's form. "Oh.. d-de rien," she stuttered, knowing she was surely blushing. Dammit, when did she lose control? She was better than this! She's been lured by women before and always kept herself in check, but now she seemed utterly entranced. Perhaps the blood-wine was having some affect on her, especially since the source of the wine was someone so delicious. She was not human, of course, so obviously this blood was far from normal; but it wasn't bad blood, that she could tell, for she didn't feel sick at all, only weakened.. softened up a bit. She giggled a little at the lightheadedness she was feeling, trying her best to regain her composure. "Non, non, non.." she spoke again, strength returning to her voice. "S'il vous plaît.. please.. watch that tail. I am without panties, Madame!" And her smile that had been soft before became oh so very wicked again.
Then she watched as the woman before her stretched and underwent a most amazing transformation. What on earth was she? She appeared like a mermaid out of legend, but far more fearsome.. and, yet, she was still quite beautiful to behold. Her heart was racing in her chest as her mouth made a little 'o' with no sounds being ammited from them. It was when Tatiana ran her tail against Denise's leg that she finally made a sound, a low moan as she closed her eyes, responding to the gentle touch of the tale against her bare thigh. She felt weight pressing down on her and when she opened her eyes Tatiana was over her, speaking her judgment on the woman's form. "Oh.. d-de rien," she stuttered, knowing she was surely blushing. Dammit, when did she lose control? She was better than this! She's been lured by women before and always kept herself in check, but now she seemed utterly entranced. Perhaps the blood-wine was having some affect on her, especially since the source of the wine was someone so delicious. She was not human, of course, so obviously this blood was far from normal; but it wasn't bad blood, that she could tell, for she didn't feel sick at all, only weakened.. softened up a bit. She giggled a little at the lightheadedness she was feeling, trying her best to regain her composure. "Non, non, non.." she spoke again, strength returning to her voice. "S'il vous plaît.. please.. watch that tail. I am without panties, Madame!" And her smile that had been soft before became oh so very wicked again.
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My dear Tatiana, I do believe I will take you up on that offer, however I crave a very specific blood from a moderator on another site...this will do for now, though. Thank you.
It would seem that the dæmoness had not heeded the French girl's words, for her tail continued to travel further up Denise's thigh, and when it stopped just short of her most tender spot she breathed out a deep sigh of contentment, trying to remember the last time anyone had pleasured her in such a soothing, passionate way. She bit her bottom lip when Tatiana layed herself down besides the girl, realizing that all her attempts to compose herself had been coming to naught. The girl that lay here, now, looking upon the dæmoness, seemed a far cry from the mature, strong-willed young woman that had first entered the inn only a few moments ago. She still couldn't be sure if it was the wine, the blood, the dæmoness, or her own inhibitions, but when Tatiana asked Denise about herself she felt compelled to answer, despite having always kept her thoughts and business secret to those around her in the past. "You already know my name, Mademoiselle," she spoke softly, trying to gather her wits about her. "And yet there is little more that I can tell you of any interest. I am what some might call a vampire, oui, although I would kindly refrain from calling myself 'your vampire' just yet, despite your.. hospitality." That comment of Tatiana's had left a bitter feeling in Denise's soul that seemed to only grow with each passing moment; she despised the notion of being owned by anyone in any way. As long as she was able to keep her wits about her she would belong to no one but herself. Still, she continued with her story.
"I was born in a small vale in southern la France; surely you guessed from my speaking, non?" She asked, her voice still quite sweet yet with the barest hint of sarcasm flowing out of her words. "I grew up like any other vampire of our days, learning to adapt to a world that shunned and did not understand us, to hide the nature of my lineage, to find my victims under a variety of ways.." The girl paused for a moment, thinking back to her youth. Hunting down victims wasn't always like it was in the books and movies, coming down upon some lowlife in the streets or some unwary maiden in her bed chambers. True, it often involved seduction, but often it might include merely biting the neck of someone close in a crowded room and drinking only as much as could be gained without others becoming suspicious, which often wasn't much; she smirked slightly as she remembered cuddly up on a couch or in a hall to someone who was filthy drunk and becoming tipsy herself from the meal she received from them. "Oui, I grew up.. I grew up to learn that one had to keep in touch with certain people not to be friends with them, per se, but for them to be... donors. Oui, you had to become close to those with good, strong, healthy blood so that you might live. There are too many with bad blood in this world yet appear as fair as any other, yet if you drink from them it would be like a death sentence." Her eyes closed tightly and her face contorted briefly, as she felt a wave of disgust wash over her, as well as sorrow when she thought back to a dear friend of her's; the young woman from before seemed to reappear when she opened her eyes.
The touch of Tatiana's tail had never left her, however, and when it wiggled against her inner thigh Denise let out another low moan again, although her composure was quickly becoming much stronger. She looked straight into dæmoness' eyes, her crimson orbs piercing the flesh of the woman before her, wondering what other kind of secrets she might derive from her. "Well, well, well, Mademoiselle..." she spoke again, her wicked smile returning again, for despite her odd sort of mood swings she had been enjoying the attention very much. "I suppose there's really nothing more for me to tell, non? I grew up in la France, moved to l'Amérique, and I've continued to live by my own wit and strength. If you're wondering why I am here, though, and if my story has bored you, than I apologize..." She steadied herself with her left arm, leaning in closer to Tatiana with a lustful look in her eyes. "I came here to relax... I came here to find peace of mind... I came here.. to find out why I continue to live." If the woman asked, Denise would explain such a cryptic remark, but otherwise she would leave it be. As her smile continued to grow as she loomed closer, she then whispered towards her. "A token of thanks.. for the wine." Within her mouth she bit down hard on her tongue, yet no sensation of pain ever flashed before her face; only pleasure could be seen. When a fair amount of blood had gathered, she pressed her lips against Tatiana's, giving her a kiss that the vampire's homeland was famous for, letting the blood flow from her mouth to the dæmoness'...
"I was born in a small vale in southern la France; surely you guessed from my speaking, non?" She asked, her voice still quite sweet yet with the barest hint of sarcasm flowing out of her words. "I grew up like any other vampire of our days, learning to adapt to a world that shunned and did not understand us, to hide the nature of my lineage, to find my victims under a variety of ways.." The girl paused for a moment, thinking back to her youth. Hunting down victims wasn't always like it was in the books and movies, coming down upon some lowlife in the streets or some unwary maiden in her bed chambers. True, it often involved seduction, but often it might include merely biting the neck of someone close in a crowded room and drinking only as much as could be gained without others becoming suspicious, which often wasn't much; she smirked slightly as she remembered cuddly up on a couch or in a hall to someone who was filthy drunk and becoming tipsy herself from the meal she received from them. "Oui, I grew up.. I grew up to learn that one had to keep in touch with certain people not to be friends with them, per se, but for them to be... donors. Oui, you had to become close to those with good, strong, healthy blood so that you might live. There are too many with bad blood in this world yet appear as fair as any other, yet if you drink from them it would be like a death sentence." Her eyes closed tightly and her face contorted briefly, as she felt a wave of disgust wash over her, as well as sorrow when she thought back to a dear friend of her's; the young woman from before seemed to reappear when she opened her eyes.
The touch of Tatiana's tail had never left her, however, and when it wiggled against her inner thigh Denise let out another low moan again, although her composure was quickly becoming much stronger. She looked straight into dæmoness' eyes, her crimson orbs piercing the flesh of the woman before her, wondering what other kind of secrets she might derive from her. "Well, well, well, Mademoiselle..." she spoke again, her wicked smile returning again, for despite her odd sort of mood swings she had been enjoying the attention very much. "I suppose there's really nothing more for me to tell, non? I grew up in la France, moved to l'Amérique, and I've continued to live by my own wit and strength. If you're wondering why I am here, though, and if my story has bored you, than I apologize..." She steadied herself with her left arm, leaning in closer to Tatiana with a lustful look in her eyes. "I came here to relax... I came here to find peace of mind... I came here.. to find out why I continue to live." If the woman asked, Denise would explain such a cryptic remark, but otherwise she would leave it be. As her smile continued to grow as she loomed closer, she then whispered towards her. "A token of thanks.. for the wine." Within her mouth she bit down hard on her tongue, yet no sensation of pain ever flashed before her face; only pleasure could be seen. When a fair amount of blood had gathered, she pressed her lips against Tatiana's, giving her a kiss that the vampire's homeland was famous for, letting the blood flow from her mouth to the dæmoness'...
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The infernal Duke motions and all of the candles begin to burn with green balefire. A smile that can only be called evil creeps across his face as he turns towards the ladies.
Can I get anyone something to drink with a little more... kick?
Can I get anyone something to drink with a little more... kick?
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