The Underworld

Lucidia walked off the stage after her performance and through on her satin robe and grabbed then she walked out to the main floor to see if anything exciting was going on.
 
He did like this woman. He laughed out loud at her comment, something familiar and funny about all of it. Ridiculous, but the fact that one of her little drunken scenarios involved him fucking her seemed like at least a partial invitation.

He saluted her, based on her talk and slur, he had a lot of catching up to do, downed the drink, and asked for another.

"I still don't know your name... or maybe I do and I just forgot it."
 
'Okay, so he was charming in a young innocent way,' she thought, 'but we already know how not to do things in here, don't we, Mikki.' She frowned at herself, the fuzz of the alcohol relaxing her but the memories still flashed in her head with warning. Inwardly sighing, she spoke. "Lets see, how about my name is Stella. I live around the corner with my pet sharks. I'll have to sell them soon, right, 'cuz they're growing too big for the tank." She was rambling, she knew, but what did it matter anyway? "My parents were killed by these monsters one night so I end up wandering around at night with nothing to do for so long I can't even remember why I bother." She took to her drink, lost in thought before continuing. The lies get tangled with truths until she even wonders what becomes of her. "I lost my job at this blood clinic in town, right. So I'm just here to swallow up some of yer liquor." As if to punctuate that sentence, she finished off another drink with a gulp, slamming the glass on the table with triumph.
 
It didn't make sense, but it didn't have to, in a way. She seemed sure of it, or at least parts of it at least. He smiled, nodded when he should, and made sure her glass was always full.

"I know how it can be sometimes," He said, his own painful memories hitting him, childhood, parents. They said you can never go home again, and they were right. No matter how hard you tried, no matter what you did, you could never go home again.

"I'm sorry about your sharks," He giggled, drinking again. As late as it was, the front doors usually closed, leaving the club open for those inside, the rest could wait until tomorrow.

She seemed to be able to hold her liquor well, or maybe it had just been a long time since he'd drowned his sorrows in alcohol. Whatever it was, he was already as drunk as her, and he did like that feeling. Floating, forgetting, all those worries just disappearing.

"When we fucked, did we go to your apartment? Did I get to see them? I would have liked to say goodbye at least."
 
Orion walks over to Heidi and puts his hands on her hips, "What gives sweets? You need to talk about something?"
 
Kristoph caught the attention of one of the waitresses, ordered another Bloody Mary and asked about getting a dance from the woman that had just left the stage. She asked him if he needed a light emoting to his hand. He gave a startled look to the cigarette that he'd been rolling between his fingers, "No, not right now, thanks. Just the drink and the dance please." It was easy for him to avoid making eye contact in here. He blatently stared at her breasts during their brief exchange. He sat back in his chair and watched Lucidia move through the room. His face dimpled into more of a sneer than a smile as he settled back into his seat.
 
Lucidia had heard about the man that wanted her to give him a private dance she looked at Adriane smiled then through he robe off showing off her purple velvet corsette, matching thongs, black lace thigh highs, and of course her platform heels. She tossed her hair over her shoulders and walked up to the gentleman.

" Hi I'm Lucidia, you can call me Lucy, would you like a private dance? "
 
Kristoph

He'd watched Lucidia move across the club towards him out of the corner of his eye. The man slunk back in his chair offered little more than indifference to her approach until she stood before him and spoke. His eyes shifted from a point off in space to her shoes. Hhis tight lipped mouth curled at the corners as his gaze walked each stitch in her stockings, traversing the bit of bare thigh before savoring the details of her velvet corset. The cigarette still turning in his fingers seemed to keep time for some tune that wasn't the club music echoing in their chests. His eyes stopped short of hers and he offered a rough hand in her direction, palm up. "It is a pleasure, Lucy" His accent was heavy from the mountains of eastern Europe. "I enjoy your dance, and think maybe I would like some more intimate dance with you." He set the cigarette between his teeth and continued to toy with it with his tounge and lip. Every gesture reaked of arrogance and leachery.
 
So far, Jerry seemed persistant. And completely innocent. Mikki leaned on the bar and stared at him not bothering to answer, her chin resting on a palm.
"You believed more of my lies than my truths. Are you so smitten with me that you don't care or did I suck away brain cells along with your blood?" she asked, reasonably. She knew there was vampires prowling around, probably watching her, makin' sure she didn't do anything rash. She spotted the lady vamp from the stage making her way through the tables and seats, apparently heading for a customer.
"Hell, what am I doing in here, anyway?" she grumbled. 'One more drink,' she added to her thoughts, returning her attention to the glistening liquid in front of her.
 
"Come then darling, let us leave this place, we can go for a moonlit stroll. If you will." He took her hand and led her out of the club, taking a left and heading towards their apartment.
 
Lucidia smiled and took the man by the hand and led him into the back. She entered a room that was decorated in red satin covering the walls and crushed velvet furniture she led the man to a couch.

" Please have a seat and I'll change the music, " Lucy smiled and turned around. Purposely walking slowly so that her hips swayed more seductively.
 
Kristoph

He slumped his lanky frame into the center of the couch. His legs sticking straight out, nearly to the other side of the small room. The boots heel on toe were stacked like a leather cairn marking the way right up to the unlit cigarette in his smirking mouth. He tossed his jacket over the back of the couch right next to where he settled in to watch her ass swing left and right as she moved across the room. "Pick something from the lowest shelf" He called to her enjoying the view as she bent over to change the music.
 
She leaned down and never once bent her legs, she was extremely flexable, she grabbed a CD and then slowly rose back up and she walked over to the CD player and poped the cd in inside. Once the music began to play she walked in beat to the music back to stand infron of the man. She began swaying her hips and playing with the string to her corsette. She slowly undid the corsette then thrust her upper body up and through the corsette to a corner releasing her soft firm breasts. Then she moved closer to the man and placed her hands on his legs and pulled them apart. She then turned around and slowly sat on his lap and began moving her hips so her ass would rub against his crouch.
 
Kristoph

He still had no idea what color her eyes were. And it seemed terribly unlikely that he ever would from the way his eyes were fixed on the area around her hips. She had no doubt how myuch he was already enjoying the show when her bottom slid across his crotch. He was already straining at the fabric of his jeans. He produced a pair of $100 bills to slip into her g-string. And breathign in deep the scent of her when he drew near. "Can I touch Lucy?" He hissed the 'c' in her name.
 
Lucidia smiled feeling the boner pressing against her ass. She turned around sharply and stratled him. Her electric blue eyes sparked and she kissed him,

" Yes you may touch, " Lucidia breathed and she run her hands down his chest to his pants and she undid them and watched as his cock sprang out freely, She wrapped her hands around it and began to slide her hand up and down.
 
It made no sense, and yet, it didn't. It was like one of those riddles one could never understand in a million years, but once you were given the answer, you realize how obvious it was, wondering what stumped you in the first place. Jerry just didn't have the answer, so he was kept here in the dark, trying desperately to touch an untouchable woman.

She would leave soon, he felt it somewhere inside. She was uncomforable and drunk, and had nothing left to lose.

Neither did he.

He leaned in, not pausing for anything. A moment of inspiration hit him and he kissed her. Long hard kiss, one that came not from new lovers, but old ones. Ones who knew each other's body and mind. One that had shared an intimate moment before.

He kissed her, he kissed her, trying to remember her name, her vision, fucking her, his hands over her, his whole body on fiare with her desire. He tried to desperately remember in that kiss...

And something did come. Something terrible, and yet wonderful. A small phrase, just like before, just something that could help them both. He knew it, and at once said it, as he broke the kiss.

"Don't fight it," He cooed in her ear, licking at it, nibbling the soft part.

"It's ok. I'm right here," His voice soft, golden, lips nibbling. Everything that touched her had a magical fire that refused to die down. He wanted to touch her, he wanted more, he wanted everything.

"Let it go. Trust me, don't fight it..."

The words just came to him, the phrase, the acceptance, everything. He didn't know why, but he believed her, he wanted her, and most importantly he trusted her...
 
Kristoph

He let out a low laugh when she gave him permission. He slipped the cigarette behind his ear when she leaned in to kiss him. Which quickly became a long moan when her hands touched his skin. His fingers began to explore her, touching lightly on her arms, back and face, his eyes lidded hardly watching the show though he was clearly enjoying it.
 
Lucidia stood up and removed her panties then she got on her knees and began licking and sucking his cock.
 
The kiss registered late in Mikki's buzzing conciousness. She leaned back, quickly grabbing at the bar for balance as her brain floated unpleasantly. She was panting as she looked at him with wide eyes, his words nearly making her nauseous.
"Please, don't. You don't understand." she mumbled, making her way off the stool with a slight stumble. She could still feel his lips on hers, his innocence bright in her eyes. "I said I wouldn't do anything. The tall guy will kill me." She reached for the nearly empty glass and swallowed the last with a pathetic moan. "Not fair." she whined to herself before whirling on Jerry and pointing. "Your fault! All this is your fault! You 'n yer pathetic human body can't even." She snapped her mouth shut angerily. "Nevermind. I know better, see." She tapped her head, eyes holding his in fierce attention. "You should ask your employer what's going on in here. One big feeding ground, sharks everywhere," her voice was getting louder. "You should know what you're getting yourself in to. That's what's not fair!", she concluded with a bark. People were starting to look at her as they would a raving lunatic. "All of you!" she announced, pointing at the gawkers. "Yer all food!"
 
Kristoph

Kristoph stood up, being careful not to interrupt her attentions. He enjoyed looking down at this vixen on her knees lavishing him with pleasure. "mmmm, thats good Lucy" He slid his hands into her hair, combing his fingers across her scalp. With much reservation, he pulled himself from her mouth and rubbed his wet cock on her face. "Its very good, you on knees before me" He tilted her head back to look up at him, his eyes purposely avoiding hers. "But I want to impale you Lucy." As his cock got thicker apparently so did his accent. She couldn't be sure if she heard him right. His hand left ehr hair and slid under her chin, genltly guiding her up and onto the the couch in a position similar to the one he had been in. On her back, hips at the edge of the seat He began to let his hands explore her. Stroking her skin, hissing her name, "Lucy sweet wicked Lucy"
 
"Ah, that's what it is then. You are now wondering if you have what it takes to do what must be done in your newfound life. My love, nearly 230 years ago, I went through this same debate. It is a dangerous game we all play at one time or another. I promise you this, until you are ready to feed in a normal routine I will provide the blood for you, and if you are worried about what I said, in regards to killing mortals. Those who have died by my hands, asked for it, truly. They line up to donate blood in order to commit suicide without having to do it themselves. It's kinda like those people who commit suicide by cop, they want to die, but don't have the balls to pull the trigger themselves. In the end, my love, you will see you made the right decision." He smiled compassionately at her, hand in hand and continued the walk.
 
Lucidia laid back and closed her eyes, she loved the sensation of his hands all over her body. She wanted him inside her, she wanted to have him shove her hard dick over in her and fuck her hard and fast.

" Yess, " Lucidia whispered her voice low and raspy.
 
Kristoph

Kristoph smears his hands over her skin mauling her breasts, alternately stroking and holding her everywhere his hands can catch. His fingers begin to explore the cleft between her thighs. His thumb qucikly settles onto her clit and rubs small circles as his fingers pull at her lips smearing her moistness about.

His cock is bobbing in front of him as he moves over her body. He draws in close to her, despite her apparent arousal there is no smell of musk, no salty sticky perspiration, she remains the flawless beauty that mesmerized everyone in the club. Her pale skin like silk to his belligerent hands, her ample curves tensing and rolling as she moves before him hungering for his manhood.
 
"Who told you, you couldn't have children? You can have children, I've changed the rules you see. None before me could heal, when death was so imminent, none before me could bring life, when for millennia wombs were barren. You are of me, and we will have as many children as you wish. They will age, as normal, until they are about twenty or so, then maintain that form for eternity, when their vampirism takes effect. As far as outliving your family, yes, that unfortunately will happen, my love, and the only way to change that is to return to a mortal state."
 
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