Vampires Embrace

[spiritual_love]

Corinth's feral growl erupted into the air around them as he crushed her body to his. She fully understood the show of his dominance. It had to be established. Very few, had been able to do such with her, only one. Yet, even at this moment, she could feel herself willing to yield.

The music in the club no longer existed. The only music she was acutely aware of was the rush of the blood within his veins. His vitae played the solo while the humming notes of the chorus was created by the ones around their dancing forms.

Corinth's eyes fluttered close, sealing her into the darkness of her whirling mind. Her body teased his as she moved, hips rocking left, right, grinding in tiny pulsating circles. The short skirt flaring around the slender curve of her hips, casting a taunting glimpses of her taut pale gstringed ass cheeks to anyone who cared to look that way.

A myriad of emotion crawled through her mind as his gyrations against her body threatened to draw her into a sexual frenzy. She was already teetering on collasping into a rage of blood lust. The combination of the two could very well endanger the living and the dead.

The dampened pout of her lush lips parted slowly, releasing the wonderous song of her need. The flashing lights of the club, just caught the razor shapr points of her fangs as they emerged into place. Those around their dancing forms, knew something was happening, something supernatural, something unworldly. They didn't know exactly, but it was within the energy beginning to circulate around their writhing forms. Many began to take precaution and give the pair room, for fear of being a victim or perhaps even a toy.

Slender arms snaked around his neck, her fingers locked upon the nape of his nape as her own head rolled back. Long tresses spilling in shimmering waves upon the curve of her back as she rolled her head back upright, her face just centimeters away from his. She knew she had but once chance to join this beast of a vampire. Corinth knew what she would have to do, what she had only done with one other.

"Please..."

The word flooded his mind from her own, entangling him within her mental desire. It was more than a simple plea. It was pure surrender.

She had submitted herself to his will.

 

[Light Ice]

Lavicus

Her eyes caught his, feral and hungry, slicing through the few silken strands that had been shaken free of her mane when her back had arched. Her words struck a chord in his soul, a self made soul, one he had forged over a thousand years. He had remade himself, peice by peice, until satisfied with his might.

"Please...." Her mind cried inside his own, and he swore he never heard a voice sing so. The melody of it swooned him, filling him with the bliss of a conquest.

But there was a moment of guilt that followed, a realization of where they stood. He lifted a hand, slender and slow, and brushed his thumb across her cheek. With his eyes closed, he could have swore it as satin, but as he drew her visage to his and lifted the hood of his brilliant eyes all was clear.

She was a beautiful thing, stunning, and he wanted her. He continued to brush her cheek, canting his head as his eyes roamed the curves of her full lips. "Not here," he whispered, his dark voice now husky from the desire that wracked through him.

They would have to wait, painfully long it seemed to him, but he would not make this place that of their union. He respected her prowess, admired it, even though for the evening he was the master.

Abruptly he was snapped out of his thoughts by a painfully heavy impact on the back of his head, and his knees buckled for a moment. She fell back, perhaps hurt he had denied her, the explanation for his words had not been allowed to leave his lips.

The two immortals that had assaulted him wielded battered lead pipes, old and rusted, one still covered in dust from the wall it was plucked from. He could smell the girl's blood on them. In his haste to be close to the beautiful wolf, he had abandoned his discretion and revealed himself as the killer.

However, they were not to have the advantage long. Lavicus pushed from the floor with both hands, pistoning his feet out and catching both creatures in the sternum firmly. They realed, and he rose, stoic and unwavering as they came upon him again. The first swung the pipe over his head, and Lavicus easily slipped to the side. The assailant came again, but as his pipe was drawn back Lavicus crushed his nose beneath his palm, sending him to the floor. The second came now, letting loose a pathetic cry of vengeance.

The elder vampire waited, before catching his wrist in mid-swing. He twisted it, forcing it behind the man's back and held, waiting. For a moment, then two, Lavicus was impressed by the strength in this creature's bones. Then, with an audible snap, the arm gave way beneath the pressure. Lavicus felt the bones rend clean beneath his fingers, and turned his grip into that of a vice. The vampire let loose a howl and came down on his knees, only to be silenced as Lavicus roughly thrust his hand forwards into the base of the creature's neck.

The vertebrae did not hold the same resiliency as the ulna, and had splintered.

The other had rose now, and Dark Lord turned to smite him, but his Wolf had not stood idle. Abruptly, she drove forwards and met him with a snarl. She was graceful, feminine, and seductive even as she landed blows. Her body bent and spun, twisting around the hands and feet of the other, before she had closed the distance to a breath. She locked her elbow with the lesser's own, pinning his arms to his chest, and looked over her shoulder to study him.

He saw the fire in her eyes, and watched as she failed to blink, even as her bare hand plunged through the man's diaphragm and split his ribcage from the base to collar. A part of him loved her then, his graceful wolf.

He was brutally swift then, tearing clean the white shirt from the man he had killed, wrapping it around her forearm to hide the crimson taint her porcelain flesh had been given. He roared, the startled crowd wincing and drawing away, before bursting forwards towards the door. She followed, he could feel her just behind, overtaking him. Soon she was at his side, and they move easily over the rooftops, heading deeper into the city. She was holding back, running with him, and he said not a word.

Instead, he offered only a smile. Perhaps she was as eager as he to reach his loft, where they could prey upon one another until the evening ended. The building loomed infront of them, and they dropped down, smoothing their attire to their figures before pushing through the doors. He smiled at the receptionist at the front desk, before leading his wolf into an elevator. They were alone for the first time as the doors slid shut, and the car began climbing to Lavicus' abode.

 

[Anher]

Offering a shrug by way of response he turns his attention back to her neck and shoulders. Leaving a trail of hot kisses down her cool flesh as his hands knead and fondle her firm orbs. A low and feral growl escapes from his lips as his instincts began to take hold, impuning upon his thoughts and driving him on.

 

[spiritual_love]

They rode the elevator in silence. Only the smooth hum of the car as it crept towards their destination could be heard.

Corinth's eyes flickered as she studied him. Her gaze was blatant. She had no reason to hide anything from him. He probably knew her better within the few moments they had shared then some who had been around her all their lives. Yet her eyes were intriguingly discolored. The normally bright green orbs had been tinted with a deep, sea green hue. They were flooded with rage, hunger and uncontrollable lust. Yet her outward appearance refused to break the calm mask she wore.

Pale gold tendrils of hair lapped at the porcelain flesh of her cheeks as she tilted her head. Silently, she unwrapped the cloth that he had bandaged around her hand. The blood had smeared upon her arm, staining it with an almost pinkish tinge. The scent tore into her nostrils, sending a maddening throb through her body. The odor of the vitae seemed to swell within the small enclosure of the elevator. Corinth felt as though the walls were coming in on her. She didn't know or understand what was happening to her. A flurry of emotions were clamoring upon her dead body as she held firm her study of him.

Lavicus.

It sounded as though it was echoing off the walls of the elevator as the cart came to a halt. Corinth's chin tucked into her chest as she lifted her arm. She whimpered softly as her pink tongue lashed out at her stained flesh as she sampled liquid. It was utter delicious, not curbing her desire one bit.

Lavicus.

Again his name pulled from her lips and directly into his ear. It was becoming her own person mantra. Corinth closed the two steps that remained between them. Her body just inches from his, she could feel his craivng bubbling beneath his flesh.

Lavicus.

Corinth's lips hovered over his for a split second, before her head dipping only to smooth her mouth along his cheek, jawbone, finally absorbing the thump of that precious vein riddling his neck. She readied herself to speak once more as the elevator came to a slow stop.

Corinth's smile washed upon her lips as she stepped away from him. She followed quitely as he lead the way out of the elevator.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Mina gasped and moaned as she pulled Anher closer. Her eyes were close dbut she knew they were glowing. Something that happend only when she feed from someone or when she was with another of her kind. She needed to feel him inside her.

She had been many of thier kind, but with Janus it was different. it was like their blood called out for the other. She pushed him away long enough to free him from his pants.

Looking up with him with a look of longing but stil a feral glow she bent forward and licked softly at the head of his cock.

A moan escaping from both of them.

 

[Light Ice]

Lavicus

He remained silent during the short trip, listening to the soft hum of the car as it rode the cables skyward. He needed to cool the heat that flushed through him, and regain the self control he had been so previously known for. His eyes, sharp and cool, followed her slender fingers as they moved to her lips. He watched her check to make sure he was watching before tasting death.

By her expression he could tell the man must have been sweet, her soft lips parted a moment as she sighed in satisfaction. He felt himself warming again, his pants growing tight all too quickly.

She stole forwards like a cat, light on her heels and stealthy. The sway in her hips pronounced, and she looked as if she'd press to him.

He remembered how nicely she fit against him in the Embrace, her hips nestled right against his own. Their desires had burned together in such close quarters, and he longed for those flames once again. Her supple breasts had been electric against his chest, a secret weakness of him exposed. The desire for their bodies to be so close had remained the solitary part of his human life to carry over.

Now, as she hovered desperately close, teasing the natural pull their dark souls had upon one another, he could smell her again. The enticing spice, ominous and beautiful, like a blade... It filled his senses, mingling with the steady cadence of her pulse and his name.

He could hear her chanting it.

For a moment, he debated releasing himself to temptation...rending control and power from her, pressing her nubile spine to the car's steel wall and ravishing her where they stood. But, he allowed her to continue...his cock now straining at the confines of his slacks.

As suspected, her lips were of silk...running over his features, tracing the contours of his cheek. He smiled softly as she lingered over his pulse, and set to speak. Again, that soft, dark voice leaving his throat in what could have been mistaken for a whisper.

"Not yet, my dark wolf. Not yet."

But in truth, he knew she had no intention of feeding from him here. She would taste his blood, and the change in her it would bring. Yet, now, she was merely teasing him...and he smirked quietly as he strode down the hall to his lofty apartment.

He would make her cry his name this night, there would be no doubt of it. Tease him? Not like this, not now. He would was her master for the night, and would sire her into a new existance for the second time in her long life. Perhaps she could feel it, the slight difference in their kind.

Both Vampires, but of different broods. He would not tolerate her being anything but his.

---

The apartment opened into a living quarters, decorated in the cold black and gray of contemporary stylings. It was clear, however, that Lavicus had not been nesting here long. The television and sofa, so commonplace in mortal dwellings, had obviously gone unused. His kitchen was a flawless, white tiled facade. Spices lined the racks, food in the cupboards, the refridgerator filled with half filled cartons of milk, juice, and wrapped "left overs".

He had adjusted well to the modern world, despite his distaste for it.

And at once, she would be struck with how discreet he was indeed. He let her lead the way inside, to explore as she wished, while he made his way to that false kitchen, drawing a bottle of wine from a lazy susan and pouring two glasses.

The wine was, of course, something he carried with him. A reminder of centuries past, and she would find that even in the afterlife it held a pleasing taste.

"Does my wolf approve?"

In truth, he knew this apartment was irrelevant, for he did not plan on staying in this country long. It depressed him, and already he longed for home. He watched her curiously, his cobalt hues suddenly vibrant in the darkness. Peering through the shadows to follow her every move. For a moment he felt as though it was difficult to swallow, before realizing at once it was her. She intoxicated him...

His bedroom, lying down another hall, was well maintained and sparsely furnished. The bed smelled of him, old spices and remnants of the ancient times. Though, humorously, amongst these thousand year old scents...lay a few modern colognes.

 

[Anher]

Janus groaned and shivered as he felt her tongue dance over the head of his steadily hardening cock. His own hands continuing their dance over her flesh, massaging here and caressing there. His eyes glinting and glowing in the half light.

His mind focused upon Mina, his lover, and perhaps more by daybreak. Her every curve, her scent, her voice burned against his skull feeding the flames of his desire. A desire that yearned to be released in all it's fury before daybreak.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Mina laughed soflty and stroked his cock lovingly as she began to lick and suck it slowly and softly at first before eventually takign the whole of it into her mouth. His moans only further set her blood to boiling.

She wanted him. For more than just one night or the occasional fling. she wanted Janus for as long as she could. for eternity perhaps.

Mina was also of the mind that her father had forseen this. That eventually she and Janus would find each and end up like this. her father had always been 200 steps ahead of anyone else.

 

[spiritual_love]

Corinth silently walked through the shadows of the loft. She savoured it's modernized simplicity, so different from the man whom this abode belonged. He had such a complex aura about him. It made him extremely difficult for her to read him completely.

She paused as she made her way back towards him. The wine prepared, awaiting her. It was something she rarely drank, perferring the life sustaining liquid more than anything else.

"Does my wolf approve?"

The tender, rose flesh of her tongue teased the corner of her lips as she smiled a bit tauntingly. Her slender fingers had claimed the glass. The soft tinkle of long fingernails upon the glass kissed the air.

"I do." Her words were washed away within a swallow of the wine. "But then again, I have a feeling that you knew that I would."

Corinth's lips were bathed in the soft moisture of the alcohol. Her sneaky little tongue stripped the liquid from the flesh quickly. Her free hand slid to the sliver of her waist bared, fingers capturing the head of the zipper securing the clothes, swiftly she pulled it downwards, releasing it. The material slid over the slender rise of her hips, slithering over the curve of her thighs, finally crashing to the floor around her heeled feet. She continued to study him, her emerald eyes still swirling pools of mystic deep sea green. Half dressed, her gaze fixed upon him, she spoke, seeking to gain more insight into her chosen.

"You smell of decades. Ancient experience. Something I've only encountered once."

Her voice was soft, musical as she stepped away from the skirt upon the floor. Resting her glass upon a shelf, she pulled off her top. In an instance she was nearly naked, besides her heels and the thin black gstring slicing between her rounded, tight ass cheeks. Corinth's body seemed to possess a certain unnatural quality, it seemed as though she had been fashioned by a God or, perhaps a Devil.

Pale flesh shimmered in the dance of the shadowy room as she strode towards his bedroom. The teasing bounce of her body beckoned him to follow. She knew he would. She didn't think he would ever leave her. She was his.

"You are different. An oddity, feared as many have me. You have come for me, yes?" Her question lingered upon the air as she cast a longing glance at him over the slope of her shoulder. She slipped into the room as if she had been there numerous of times before. It was almost as if she belonged there.

"I am to be yours. Your possession. Your belonging. Your servant."

Naturally, Corinth's body melted to the floor before the bed. The act sent a raging tremble dancing up and and down the vertebrae of her spine. It was an act she was so familiar with yet it always seemed to shatter her confidence. Once again, she steadied herself, yet her voice was rampant with the emotion curling through her body.

Settled within her kneel, thighs flared outwards, the shadows stroked the porcelain flesh of her inner thighs. She slowly twisted the long, golden strands of her hair into a thick rope. Her chin lifted as her head tilted aside, baring the silken flesh of her neck.

"You are my salvation. Your wolf."

Her voice curled into a senuous growl. Lavicus' heat was smothering her. She doubted she would be able to hold herself back much longer. She desired, ached, lusted after him. She knew it was visible, she had yet attempted to conceal her want from him. She remained as she was vulnerable and opened for him.

 

[Light Ice]

Lavicus

Her voice was darker than he imagined, but hauntingly melodic, and it stirred the blood within his veins. His eyes had narrowed into astudious slits, following her pouted lips as each word rolled over them. The tendrils of his mind linked with hers, burying themselves in her subconcious and probing gently for information. His mastery of the skill was evident, but her words registered as truth. No games...

"I do...But, then again, I have a feeling you knew I would."

Her honesty was refreshing, and before she even noticed his intrusion he had left her thoughts. He was convinced, and found a primitive trust in her brewing. Watching quietly as her fingers worked her skirt from her figure, before finding her eyes with his. Hungry for the fire that burned in her gaze, and the lusty haze that had begun to thrive there.

As her clothes pooled on the carpet, he turned to admire her figure. She was flawless, and the ivory of her flesh seemed all the more radiant in the moonlight, which sliced through the horizontal blinds and criss crossed her slender figure. She moved from him, delicately at first...and then more deliberate. Her words echoing as she moved, before dissapearing.

"Servant?" he answered, beginning after her, his shirt joining hers. His broad shoulders tapered down, yielding to a more cut torso and rippled abdomen. He was anything but flawless, for his chest bared a half a dozen scars, criss crossed and crescent shaped. In an odd way, it made him ominously beautiful.

His nimble fingers released his belt, and he stepped out of his slacks halfway down the hall. So graceful, he did not miss a stride, shedding the remainder of his clothes without hesitation. He turned the corner, naked, and swiftly caught her arm with his hand. The growl that left his lips was throaty, and commanding, demanding her attention as he lifted her from her feet. Beneath her flesh, he could feel the strength...the energy, and admired her. She was so alive, whether she knew it or not. He was not her salvation, but he would enlighten her. She would soon see just what she was capable of...

But now, he was nearly enraged, his lust for her had over taken him. She would obey him, but not as an inferior. An apprentice, not a slave. His words were thick and deep, and as he spoke his lips curled back to reveal the full length of his glistening canines. She would feel the pure heat of him, even as he pushed her figure down on the bed.

"Mine, yes! Yes, you are mine entirely...but I have not searched this world a thousand years for a posession! Your beauty, the most striking my eyes have ever seen, and you lower yourself to a slave? You are my wolf, my apprentice, and as your master I will share with you all I have to offer."

He had moved towards her now, leaning forwards until his fingers splayed across the silken sheets of the bed, cool and unsatisfying beneath his fingers. His lips, however, had pursed upon the flesh of her ankle...and drew upwards from their, traversing the curve of her calf. He spoke now, whispering against her skin, watching her with steely eyes as his mouth opened, letting the pallid blades of his canines graze over her flesh. Just enough to draw temporary scratches up her porcelain thighs.

"You will learn from me, passion and wisdom. Ferocity and restraint, mastery of yourself and others. And you will stay at my side, progressing always...a part of me, as I am a part of you. You must feel it, how we belong here... I am your master, always, your one and only, and this is how fate has bound us."

He skirted across the fabric of her restraining under garment, the g-string forcing his teeth to curl back in place of his own, tender tongue. The muscle traced up her bare abdomen, running between her pert globes, before his lips pressed against hers. He murmured, against the silken pouts...

"Lovers, and killers."

Before his fingers knit in her silken mane, and he pulled her face to his. The kiss deep, plundering, rending her mouth open to his explorations. Tongue entwining with her own, and her plush tiers melded hotly to his own.

And between them, his cock throbbed and ached, it's heat pressed to her tight belly.

 

[spiritual_love]

Corinth was drawn with ease to her feet. Never before had she been lifted from such a fully surrendering position. She hadn't expected it, but had just the slightest inkling that perhaps it wasn't what he desired, yet she truly knew no other way to give herself. It was how she had been fashioned. Her sire had taught her so. Full abandonment of herself to him, that was the only way. It was partly why many didn't understand her. She possessed such power, strength, yet was seemingly unable to use it without one in full control.

Corinth shivered as she was pushed back upon the bed. The lavish blankets cradled her body as she stretched her arms above her head, her body lengthing beneath his rabid gaze. She caught sight of the elongated fangs as he spoke. He was words severing any notion of being a servant once again. She took delight in his words, yet she feared the unknown. Corinth's stomach filled with butterflies, she didn't know if it was the fear, the excitement or both.

A moan threaded past her lips as his mouth cradled the flesh of her ankle. Her back arched, thrusting the pert mounds of her pale breasts into the air. She knew she wouldn't be able to last long as his lips found their way along the curve of her calf. Her own hands had grasped the silk of the bed covers, clinging to them for dear life. Her mind was inundated with his words. She found herself revelling in such talk. Never had anyone spoke in this way to her. She fully believed him. She had no reason not to, this moment was fated and it's desire would be fulfilled, as many others would be this night. Corinth began to tremor intensely as the scratches from his canines blossomed beautifully etched rose paths upon her legs. She could feel her own blood welling just beneath the surface of her pale flesh. She felt vibrant, so full of life, energy, ready for him to have her.

Corinth's hand unwound themselves from the blankets, finding their way to his back. She stroked his cool flesh wildly, fingernails clawing along the curve of his back. Her fingertips so sensitive, feeling the healed scars lining his body, though her mind was pretty much focused upon the moment, she couldn't help but be hit with mental flashes of the cause of each of the scars as she caressed them. She struggled for a moment to maintain her focus, not letting her own mental imbalance mar this moment.

Again she growled. This time, the sound more lethal, feral as her hunger was boiling uncontrollably as his tongue dared to tease the smooth plane of her stomach, riding along the valley between her breasts. Her fingers curled against the nape of his neck as his own plunged into her streaming strands of sunlight.

"Lovers and killers."

The words repeated as she accepted all that he had spoken, all that was to come and all that was happening in the present. Her mouth was mounted by his. The kiss overwhelming, stripping her far gone resistance. Their tongues tangled, chasing, suckling, luxuriating in the newfound taste of one another. Her own fangs nipped and tugged at his lips, at his tongue as it darted and dashed, daringly avoiding being directly impaled by the sharp tips.

Corinth murmured incoherently along his lips as she felt the fierce throb of his cock upon her belly. She wriggled her body beneath his, seeking to press her own firey center against his. Her eyes were opened, staring unblinkingly into his own. She knew he could read her, her eyes very rarely could mask her emotions. The sparkling green orbs flashed with her own dark desire as she bit into his lip.

 

[Light Ice]

Lavicus

He drew back as her smaller fangs pinched into his lower lip, smiling as she held on tenaciously before finally releasing him. His eyes burned into her own, cloudy with his lust, wide and brilliant. Tilting to the side, he leaned off of her...hastily setting his hand to smooth down the side of her slender figure.


Beneath him, he could feel the soft flesh come to heat, and he traced the curve of her hip swiftly. His thumb hooked the g-string's waist band, and swiftly he drew them down her legs.


A powerful arm curled around her slender waist, drawing her up and against him...rolling her atop him, offering her this perch as his lips claimed hers once again. His own kiss was feral now, long fangs drawing blood from the inside of her soft pouts...devouring her mouth with a passionate vengeance.

His deft fingers rested at her girlish hip, before gently teasing up the flat of her belly. Beneath him, he felt her muscles contract abruptly, and smiled against her face. His fingers splayed beneath the swell of her breast, holding her body from his own so that as he ripped his mouth from hers he could immediately ravish her soft orbs. His teeth pinched the puckered flesh of her nipples lightly, drawing them out until they were painfully hard...and he nibbled on them still, until they were hard enough to repel the pressure on their own. It was only then he soothed them, letting his tongue gently curl around them, flicking at them and moistening them.

He drew them into his mouth in turn and suckled hard, seeking the salty sweet taste of her flesh and the cry he hoped would rend from her throat.

Beneath her, his hips moved, grinding the flat of his pelvis up against her damp sex. His cock seemed all the more impressive now, straining up behind her and resting against the crease of her rounded rear. The flesh throbbed and jumped slightly, eager for her...

This urgent desire eclipsed, for the moment, a more subtle fact...that in their hearts a bond was forming. He had made the pledge when he corrected her error, assuring she was more to him than a slave....

But what this fevered union would bring was the affirmation that beyond the lessons, and the obedience, she was a part of him. Close to the pulse that ran through his body.

 

[spiritual_love]

Corinth's knees dug into the curve of his hips as she was poised astride him. The position seemingly gave her control over the situation. But even that could be deceiving.

Her hands fell flat upon either side of his hand as their mouths came together again. The kiss, pure lust, almost a desperate hunger as his fangs tore into the velvet flesh of her mouth, causing her crimson vitae to pool within her mouth and trickle into his, sharing with him the life sustaining liquid.

Corinth's head cast backwards as his mouth pulled away from hers. The moonlight whispered upon the crimson stain of her lips, dampened beautifully by the kiss. Her body throbbed as his mouth held her breasts captive. Tongue bathing the tender, crinkling flesh of her nipples. Each of the thick little pebbles so incredibly hard, pulsating as if they carried a life of their own. She found herself wanting to beg him to insert his canines into her. She wanted to feel the swift stinging pleasure of his bite over her entire body. Whether it be her neck, her nipples, her thighs, the soft swell of her belly, she wanted to bask in that pleasure.

Her puppish yelps thundered into the air as his mouth wrapped around her nipple. Feverishly her hand fell, lifting her hips into the air, straddling him high enough to allow her fingers to curl around the steeled organ teasing the crease of her ass. Corinth's head had fallen forth again, watching him suckle at her swaying breasts as her hand gripped his cock. She fisted the organ, stroking along it's vein ridden, erect length. Her body rocked back, tugging her nipple, causing her to wince with the wonderful stretch of the turgid flesh. Nuzzling the weeping head of his meat against her own swollen sex petals, she held him there, simply teasing the creaming slit of her puss. Smearing the glistening precum up and down her lips, wetting the honeyed silk with his own juices.

The connection was being sealed as they continued with this act. Their lifeless bodies, dead souls were beginning to intertwined. It was a bond that so rarely, if ever would be able to be broken.

 

[Light Ice]

Lavicus

The crown of his length soon was soaked with their arousal, and his restraint was long since gone. His eyes surveyed her beauty, for a breif moment, even as he reluctantly let her nipple go. He watched her flesh blush, an almosts mortal rogue creeping across her chest, and brought one hand to creep up from the base of her nubile spine, fingers splaying between her slender shoulder blades.

He watched her lean forwards to kiss him, hungrily, and swiftly moved that hand from her back...fingers entwining in her hair, tugging her head to the side. He kissed her shoulder then, suckling hard...tracing up the line of her throat, searching out the pulse there with a methodic precision.

It rested beneath his lips soon, pulsing furiously, the blood beneath filled with a passion. He could feel it in her skin, in the way her pussy quivered against the head of his cock, and abruptly he demanded it. This would be the start of their union.

And abruptly he penetrated her, in tandum. The cool, keen length of his fangs pushing into her throat as his lips sealed to the flesh. He drank from her, gently, the taste of her nearly overwhelming. Her blood was filled with the power, the passion he expected and more, and it sent him reeling...the blood lust reaching a peak.

And so swiftly after his hips thrust forwards, rending her tight lips asunder and sending his velvet head deep inside her moist sheath. He filled her entirely, as if they were meant for this, and held still as the pleasure cursed through him. He growled low in his throat, before canting his head...offering his own throat, making clear it was for them.

He timed his next thrust, slowly drawing the full length of him from her carnal embrace, only to drive forwards once again and reclaim her sweet depths. He could feel the way he moved inside her, how he plowed into her muscled interior. The pleasure was immense, and at once he was sure he loved her.

She would become his, entirely, and he made it clear as his lips left her throat...the wounds not spilling, for he was too talented to damage her in the midst of feeding.

"Drink, and become mine, wolf. You deserve to feel such strength in your own veins. Fulfill yourself, take what I give...my love."

 

[spiritual_love]

Corinth's body arched against him as he took her. His mouth sealed upon the curve of her throat and his cock dashing into the creamy walls of her quaking sex. Her fingers wound tightly into the tendrils of his hair, a normal being would have been missing plugs of hair as her grip was so incredibly tight. She seemed to possess no control over her own strength at this point.

Her vitae flowed freely into his mouth, her porcelain flesh torn by his lengthy canines. Corinth choked on her cries. They were strangling her, much like the immense ecstasy travelling through her form. Her puffy cunt lips met the root of his cock, kissing it within the intimate hold. The inner walls of her body were bathed in an unearthly heat as they crushed and quivered around him, constantly gripping at his cock, attempting to suck out that so desired seed.

Corinth's scream blasted through the air as he tore his mouth away. Her chest heaved as she began to rock against him. The action odd, since she truly didn't need to breathe, yet sometimes mortal habits die slowly. Her eyes flashed with her insane erotic heat as he bared his neck. Corinth's hand splayed upon his chest, fingers raking downwards in a flurry of movements. She knew she had scratched him deeply, she could feel the droplets of his blood popping upon each of the crimson streaks, yet she couldn't stop herself. Her hand settled upon his waist, nails seemeing more like claws as they created welts in his flesh. Quickly her head dipped to the smooth plane of his throat. Her mind was roaring as his scent flooded her flaring nostrils, even coating her mouth.

"Drink, and become mine, wolf. You deserve to feel such strength in your own veins. Fulfill yourself, take what I give...my love."

As his words drifted through Corinth's ear and reverberated within her mind, her fangs sliced into his throat, opening the two neat wounds that would provide her with his essence. The first flood of the vitae nearly rendered her helpless. The smooth caress of the viscous liquid curled upon her tongue slowly coating the tube of her throat as she swallowed. Her body began to quiver, convulse as he filled her. Small pools of blood had formed where her fingernails had cut into his flesh, the vitae soaking into the bed.

 

[Light Ice]

Lavicus

Her canines were petite, and he felt nothing more than two sharp pricks as she reaped what he had offered her. His blood was a strong, vibrant fulfillment of her unearthly desires...it left him swiftly, and the sensation of her lips drawing it from his veins was enough to send a cry ripping past his lips, low and husky.

He rolled them, arms tightening around her slender frame, her breasts pressed hotly to his chest. He could feel her nipples as they dragged through the scratches she had opened, and the sensation was delightful.

He pressed her nubile figure back into the matress with each thrust, his hips rolling forwards smoothly and grinding the base of his pelvis firmly into her clit. Her moisture now coated him, and he would have it no other way, the sweet scent of her blood and sex mingling to overwhelm his senses....set him to fervor.

The aggression, natural when being drained, was converted to a feral lust...and he fucked deep inside her tight, creamy slit. Plowing into her soft depths, rending her asunder and stroking up so naturally against her most intimate muscles. They gripped him like a vice, encouraging him to thrust more firmly into her...claiming her.

The change would strike her soon, the lengthening of her canines...the unnatural strength he possesed, superior to even that of the human feeding brood. She was his, and immediately her mind was open to him. The link between master and apprentice tearing open in their minds, flooding them with the emotions, pleasures, and desires that they were filled with.

He took her, enough to pry her porcelain thighs wide, the wet, forceful sound of his strokes setting a fierce cadence for them sing to. His flesh quaked inside her, and he knew it would be soon, but still he kept up the fierce strokes...waiting for her body to yield to his, assuring his commanding presence with each earth shattering thrust.

The fire between them burned, and he sought the core of it, waiting for her lips to part before pulling his throat from her gasp. His lips found hers, and they shared their new taste together...lips molded together in a searing kiss, tongues rampant and wild.

 

[spiritual_love]

Their positioning had been flipped. She now lay beneath his form as he unleashed into her body. Her hips slammed into hers, nearly crushing her pelvis as she attempted to rock upwards to meet him. Her smooth, creamy walls enveloped him, quivering when he pulled out, clutching him fiercely as ravaged her fully.

Corinth suddenly began to feel twinges of change as her mouth remain fixed upon his throat. Her suckling was deep, intense as she pulled his vitae into her, feasting upon his strength, his power. Fully sealing their bond. She was complete, a integral part of him. She was a jumble of erotic heat, violence, latent bloodshed just waiting to happen. She released her clamping hold upon him, her bloodcurdling scream riding upon the air within the room as her teeth began to elongate. She felt as if she were dying all over again. She was being swallowed into the abyss that was him. Unaware of anything else but the curl of his body within her as they merged. Their lifeless souls intertwined, one needing the other for survival.

Her fingernails found their way to his back, scratching, clawing their way down the quivering muscles as he continued to take his wolf. If anything, he would be streaked with her marks when this was finished. She writhed beneath him, hips bucking as if she were riding a bull. Corinth could feel the slow pulses of her climax threatening to erupt. Unblinkingly her eyes focused upon his, staring into those limitless depths.

 

[Light Ice]

Lavicus

Forehead to forehead they remained, his thrusts maintaining their fierce cadence...stroking into her, plunging deep into her soaked core. His eyes were steely, and remarkably clear, though the signs of his pleasure and passion had contorted his face into a lover's grimace. Her body ground into his with each stroke, the feel of her in his arms overwhelming.

He could feel her muscles tighten, holding him tighter now, and forced himself to wait...the waves of pleasure steadily growing, and his arms pulled her further into him. The feel of her lithe figure, supple and yielding, eagerly approaching the climax he had brought her was not lost to him. He relished in the realization he could sate her, swoon her, and it only cemeted the feeling that they belonged together.


They were two of the same dark spirit, tumbling sweetly atop his sheets, snarling and clawing at one another in an intimate, feral tenderness. Such things were beyond mortal comprehension, their seemingly violent feeding such a subtle heart filled consumation... Most did not hold the hearts large enough to understand the bond they had created.

And truly, even as she set his body on fire with her sultry figure and feminely aggressive sexual prowess, he had felt her fingers toy with the strings of his ebon soul. So strong was he, but weak for her in one, and he would give her the attention she deserved.

Her slender thighs constricted tighter around him, calves pressing into his muscled ass and forcing his cock deeper into her slender figure. His thoughts evaporated as she cried out, eyes blazing with the fierce nature of the emotions and pleasures that claimed her. He fond his voice rising with hers, hips driving down until they were melded together firmly. He came hard within her, filling her with fiery bursts of molten sweetness, feeling her walls clamp down and milk him for each drop. They clung desperate together, staring wide eyed, heaving from the sensations that stole their control away.

Coiled together, they rode out the waves of climax together, sweetly ending the first of their acts as a terrible tandum.

 

[spiritual_love]

Corinth clung to him as if her life depended upon it. And in some odd way, she knew it did. They were bonded. Their souls intertwined much like that of their bodies at this point. Her inner muscles continued to pull at him as she cried out in her own bliss. The union seemed to have shattered the world. Even the most powerful of their kind could perhaps feel that something had changed with the melding of the two dark beasts.

Her hands found their way to his face, eagering pulling his lips to hers. She peppered them with hot kisses, moaning still, unable to get enough of this man whole had fused her body with his. Corinth trembled as she sucked at his lips, basking in the exqusite taste of him as her tongue played. Finally she drew back, her eyes bright and focused. The change had clearly taken hold.

Slowly, the corners of her lips curled into the slightest of a smile. The tendrils of moonlight combed at her features, attempted to draw back the shadows that lazily caressed her face. She drew the tips of her fingernail upon the dampened part of his lip. The sharp tight bit into the lush flesh, she was mesmerized as the drop of crimson appeared. Unable to let a drop waste, her pink tongue lashed out taking the little bubble for herself. The flesh instantly threading itself back together.

"I love you."

Corinth spoke the words that broke the silence. Love. Not what mortals think love is. They don't know. They have absolutely no clue. It goes so much deeper than the superficial feelings that are usually attributed to the emotion. It was what she felt when she laid eyes upon him just hours ago in Embrace. It was what had been fated for the pair.

But as love had been their fate, they had a path to travel. Though it was together, it would be riddled with death and delight. Things they both lived for. Corinth almost laughed aloud as her mind swirled with hideous, tormented images. The mental link with him would ensure he had access to her thoughts.

"I'm ready."

 

[Light Ice]

Lavicus

His body was consumed with the warmth of her blood, it flowed through him, sending shudders through his frame and pleasure bursting through every synapse. The moon did no justice to her, she glowed naturally now, the orgasm still lingered on her sweet face. She did not threaten him, and so, her dark beauty was all the more prominent. His fingers stroked her cheek, brushing over her pristine flesh.

'I love you...' she whispered, breathed, pledged.

And he answered, offering her no words, but merely opening his heart to her. The cryptic link, archaic in its forgings, would flood her with the emotions that filled him. It was so sincere, and so bluntly honest, that if she had been mortal the power of it would have killed her. But she was anything but mortal...


She was a wolf. His wolf.


He pulled back from her a moment, admiring the soft curves of her feminine figure, while outside the night sky cleared. The stars, brilliant and thriving, were diamonds against the bleak backdrop...yet he found her eyes more enchanting now. Her words found him, and he nodded...indeed she was ready. He would teach and train her, aide her, help her become the demon she could be. They would indulge in one another, a kind of tenderness formed by their fiery passion. In truth, love was a violent, angry emotion. So swift, and brutal in its judgements and ways that it reduced morality to a mild annoyance.


All that mattered to him was her now, her progression and happiness. Brushing a stray, golden strand from her cheek, he pressed a light kiss there...rising abruptly to stand nude at the side of the bed. He hated parting from her figure, but he spoke gently...making clear he had no intentions of leaving. This was their first evening together, one of many, and the start of their immmortal lives.

"Wolf, you are different now. The sun will no longer harm you, but this will bring about a more desperate need for blood. You will have to feed off vampires, and often, for the hunger will cripple your mind if you deny it. We are heading to the old world, where most of our kind lay trapped in their nostalgia. You will find prey abundant there. Your hunger for death will easily be sated, and all other desires you have...I will cater to. Tonight, however, is ours...your training begins tomorrow."

 

[corbetphantom]

Ideyoshi Kotoro

A Japanese man in his early 20's entered the club. His hair was worn in a ponytail that went down to his shoulderblades. He was wearing black slacks and an ice blue silk shirt with a Mandarin collar. Over it all he wore a floor length coat that was almost a cloak.

He smiled. He could see their souls, so full, so ripe. So ready to be eaten. He had meet these "vampires" before. Some of them were in fact quite powerful. Still, he had little respect for them. Their mode of eating was...too messy. Also, too many of them reveled in their unlife. But the Japanese man knew what it was really: a punishment. A punishment wroght by the gods upon the wickedness of man.

Still...a man had to eat. The man reached out his mind and pulled on the strings of a mortal patron's soul. The mortal walked toward him haltingliy and sat next to him.

The man smiled, "And what might your name be, little lamb?"

"Ginger..." The woman said with a far-off gaze.

"Ah. Well, Ginger, I am called Kotoro. Though perhaps not by you."

Kotoro opened his mouth and a great vacuum poured out. The poor woman could not even scream. Slowly her soul vanished into Kotoro's mouth, and she began to droop in her seat.

The young man stopped just before Ginger had no soul left at all. She would remain a vegetable for the rest of her life, unless some act of the gods made her otherwise. It had happened before.

Kotoro sat back in his booth and listened to the music as he toyed with the hem of Ginger's too-short skirt, and waited to see if one of the immortals would pay him a visit.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Vladmire had seen the newcomer and was intriguie dby him. After makign sure the dorr whch led to the stairs and Mina was secure he walked over and asked, "YOu are different from the others , aren't you?"

While Vladmire was immortal he wans't a vampire.

 

[corbetphantom]

Kotoro

Kotoro nodded slowly and then smiled, "Is the mistress of the house in? I wouldn't want to be rude, would I?"

He released the hold he had on Ginger and she got up slowly, so deep in a daze that she didn't understand where she was. Kotoro watched her go as he waited for an answer from the newcomer.

 

[AngelofDeath]

"Ms Bloodthorne is occupied at the moment. Possibly for the whole night." Vladmire's voice giving a bit of a hint. He leaned against the pillar behind him.

"I have never seen one as you and i have lived many life times. Though most of that life was spent in serving Count Bloodthorne."

Vladmire looked no more than 26 at the most and his hair reached below his waits.

 

[corbetphantom]

The samurai nodded, "It seems my punishment is unique. I too have never met a one such as I." He shifted slghtly in his seat, "Tell me, this city is new to me. How many predators roam the streets here? How much do the mortals know?"