vampire/werewolf rpg...anyone interested?

OOC: Can i continue with the rpg now?

IC: Echoe smiled at Leon. 'Then, shall I call you Master?'
Echoe gasped as Leon grasped her shoulders. "I am honoured to be your apprentice in the House of Jannisary, of the Order of Hermes,' said Echoe.
'Please teach me of your ways. I wish to begin immediately.' Echoe grabbed Leon's shirt, bringing his face but centimetres from hers and whispered, 'Show me the real world...'
 
'Yes', Leon breathed, feeling the warmth of her body so close to his. 'I will show you a ritual... to feel the power within you... held by the paradigm of our Order... you can't imagine it, Echoe'

He offered her his arm. There were backrooms he knew of, where Mistress Isis permitted some discreet, easily cleaned conjuring. The thought of being linked by mind to Echoe, having magick flow through them both drew him strangely.
 
Echoe linked arms with Leon, the thought of performing a ritual with him stimulating. Leon led her towards one of the back rooms.
Echoe shivered in excitement and fear. What would it feel like?
'Do we have to ask Isis first?' asked Echoe. She wished she could hear his thoughts, know what he was thinking now. But above that all she wanted was to touch him, know him.
 
Leon

Leon paused, drawing Echoe nearer to him, breathing in the scent of her dark hair.

'That won't be necessary', he said at last. He frowned, remembering his earlier altercation with the club's owner. 'Mistress Isis keeps up a very effective scrying network up. If something is untoward in our ritual, she will inform us so herself'

He resisted the temptation to kiss her upturned face. She's my apprentice, I should get a grip on myself. 'This will be a small ritual, purely for a demonstration... apprentice', he finished softly, with a smile
 
Echoe looked up into Leon's eyes, not really hearing anything he was saying. His lips seemed to draw closer and all she could think about was kissing them. Trying to be sensible she decided against it, What would he think of me? Deciding to concentrate on the upcoming ritual Echoe opened the door in front of her and walked briskly in. If she didn't think about the incredibly handsome, attractive and powerful man at her side she wouldn't be attracted to him, she hoped.
'So, what now, Master?' asked Echoe, eager to learn, 'How does one go about a ritual?'
 
Leon carefully shut the door. So others don't disturb the ritual, he informed himself firmly. The room was a special service Mistress Isis provided for her mage clientele; a secure place to practise magick. It wasn't as safe as a sanctum or a chantry, but it was a lot safer than anywhere else.

'Our ritual will be simple', said Leon. He was intent on Echoe's green eyes. 'We will open our minds and our senses, perhaps see if we can read some surface thoughts from the people next door'

He moved over slowly, and took a seal, carefully carved as an eye, from his pocket. 'Ayin, ayin, ayin', he murmured softly, tracing the Hebrew letter gently across Echoe's forehead, feeling the magic in them both slowly begin to build up
 
Echoe smiled as Leon traced something mystic on her forehead. She closed her eyes as she felt warmth emenating from hers and Leon's body. Never before had she felt so at home.
'How?' Echoe whispered, trying not to break hers or Leon's concentration and then wondered whether she should have tried to 'think' it to Leon, she really had no idea.
Not ever wanting this moment to end Echoe savoured the feeling of Leon's mind. Wondering if Leon could hear *her* thoughts, Echoe began to imagine all the things she wanted to do to him, slowly undress him and.. Shaking herself out of it, What am I thinking? Echoe scolded herself. He'll never want to be my master if I think such lewd things..
 
Isis

isis felt the subtle waves of the spheres touch her mind.

She smiled. looks the mage is up to some fun. hope he plays nice,paradox was so not needed tonight. last thing she need was the men in the vans showing up. Removing the bodies ina safe and quiet way was always a chore.

The hermetic order always amused her and she had found uses for them over the last century since her change. Without them she might have never been able to find such inroads into secret ancient egyptian texts inadvertently stolen from Setite temples in placed in private British hands. She in turn had given them hints of the true gods that wandered the earth and some secrets that even ancient kindred thought were lost.

Not useful secrets to kindred, but enough to send the magi in a tizzy.

Isis lounged back and stretched again.

Through the reflecting pool she saw the club was begining to fill up.

Almost show time.
 
Leom moved closer. There was a burning quality to Echoe's thoughts, though he could not read them yet, and he was strangely drawn to them. Unconsciously, he found himself stroking his apprentice's hair, moving his fingers softly through the dark locks.

'We walk with our minds closed, clamped shut', he whispered. 'All it takes is a little effort to open them'

His mind touching Echoe's, he began to open it
 
Echoe felt Leon's hand run through her hair and she leant towards him. She felt his mind trying to enter hers and it was a wonderful feeling. All she wanted was to feel complete again.

Echoe opened her mind to Leon, and relaxed her body. As Leon entered her mind gently she released a small moan. She was in ecstacy and she wondered, If he could generate such feelings in her with his mind, imagine what he could do with his body...

Echoe reached out and drew Leon to her. Opening her eyes she looked deep into his.
"Do you feel this way?" asked Echoe boldly, knowing that she could lose such an amazing master, but she would never forgive herself if she didn't ask.
 
'Yes', breathed Leon. 'Yes'

Feeling her with his mind, he felt incredibles fires within. He no longer gave a damn about maintaining a correct master/apprentice relationship. Hewanted Echoe.

He pulled her towards him, hungrily kissing her. One hand snaked down and slowly began to undo his apprentice's shirt.
 
Moaning slightly, Echoe moulded into Leon's kiss. Breaking away, Echoe undid her shirt and bra and each slipped to the floor. Unbuttoning her jeans, those too joined the pile of clothing on the ground.
Clothed now only in her tiny black g-string, Echoe started removing Leon's clothes, until he was completely naked.

Echoe ran appreciative eyes over Leon's naked form. Stepping over to Leon and holding his body close to hers Echoe whispered, 'How do you want me, Master?'
 
Leon bent, kissing Echoe's bare shoulder. He loved the hot taste of her, like magic, on his lips. She blazed in his mind. He began kissing downwards, gently nuzzling above her breasts.

'How do you want me, Master?', she whispered. Leon gave a mischevious grin and slowly pulled her downwards, steering her mouth towards his erection
 
Licking her lips, Echoe kissed her way down Leon's body until her face was inches away from his large cock.
Echoe wrapped her lips around his cock and began to ever so slowly bob her head up and down, looking up into his eyes.
"What now, Master?" asked Echoe mischeviously.
 
Leon loved the feel of his cock inside Echoe's hot mouth. He could feel himself beginning to come and with an effort he held it back. Instead he knelt himself and pryed away her G-string.

With some whispered words of Enochian, he entered her mind and teased at her erotic stimuli, small waves of pleasure, just a little at first, to make her shiver and grow wet. Simultaneously, he kissed around her breasts, lapping at them with quick flicks of his tongue, moving in a slow spiral around her nipples
 
Echoe smiled as Leon pushed her head off his cock. Standing up, she allowed him to pull off her tiny g-string, wondering what he would be like with his hands and mouth.

Before he even touched her she felt extreme arousal and became very wet. Moaning slightly, the apprentice arched her back and came quietly, whimpering a little.

Seeming to know exactly what she wanted, Leon started to tease her nipples with his tongue, flicking it. Running her fingers through his hair she pulled him in close, moaning louder now.
'Yes.. yes...' whispered Echoe. She came again.

Echoe could take no more of this delicious torture and so she pulled Leon's head away.

'Fuck me, please' she asked with pleading eyes. All she wanted was to be complete, with Leon. All her life she had wanted this, she just hadn't known it till then.
 
Leon nodded. He continued to murmur words in Enochian, stroking her face lightly, working up a storm of desire in their shared minds.

He spoke until the tension, the pressure, sweet to the point of pain was unbearable, then he swept Echoe's naked body to him, feeling her hard, hot nipples on his chest.

'Enochian is the tongue of angels, apprentice', he said hoarsely. 'I think this must be the way angels fuck, pleasure so pure...'

He fell backwards, pullling Echoe with him. He gasped with sheer pleasure as his cock thrust into her
 
Every touch from Leon was electric and caused waves of pleasure throughout her body.
'Angels...' whispered Echoe.
Suddenly Leon fell backwards, pulling Echoe with him, his cock thrust deeply into her pussy.
Echoe gasped in ecstacy and shock but quickly began to rock up and down on his cock. The pleasure was unimaginable and Echoe cried out as orgasm after orgasm washed over her.
Opening her eyes, Echoe stared into her master's eyes and suddenly their minds were connected.
The intense feeling and pleasure from both her body and mind connected to Leon was too much and she came again, exhausted.
Collapsing on top of Leon, sweating, she murmed, 'Another position, I'm exhausted...' Looking into Leon's eyes again she smiled. Never before had she felt she belonged this way, with Leon still inside her.
 
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