He has her until dawn
Naughty thoughts and naughty deeds
doth these scribble-lings proceed
Friend, beware before you read
unless like you, these naughty deeds
From the private room on the midnightcrossroads forum.
Elysium is over and there are a few hours left in the night. Eva, vitae glutted and excited follows his Eminance like an eager puppy. Taut with anticipation she clings to his arm following his every move, as close a lover as his shadow.
Beadows, Conrads wizened driver and longtime Thrall pulls them into the long drive of Cantham House as Conrad places a hand on the silken thigh now so close to him....
"Come now my dear.....you are so expectant...patience."
The truck that had brought Conner back with the four Inquisitors sits in the drive as well
He thinks, they've already started with him by now, I wonder if that will frighten her.
The lionesque grin that crosses his face widens as he picks Eva out of the car and through the open house door Conner's screams are dulled by the thick floors and the sound proofing but they are apparent, he plants a kiss upon soft lips to distract her and keep her from the horror levels below
Ignoring the screams she kisses him back her lips coppery sweet from the vitae. Head on his shoulder she murmers...
"Thank you, Oh thank you for -- for your vitae and for his, for letting me have all I wanted. O thank you...I want to please you. I-what can i do for you, your Eminance?"
She puts her hand to her neck and continues breathless with pleasure, Eva is a passionate soul whatever else she may be.
"See you've bruised it," she kisses his neck, "I'll feel your teeth for at least a week."
"Oh what can I do...if you were a man I would know but your not. And your not Like Master Lucien, he thinks such things are disgusting. What can I do?"
Eyes shining she looks up at this man, this Prince. And she is so warm in his arms. Trembling with desire.
He carries her all the way to his chamber past the others, Sativa was actually jealous of this one, it took quite a bit to make her jealous....The errant lion took his meal to the great sprawling bed were he laid her down sweetly
"And, if you were only.....
he turns slightly as Beadows lights the fire in the fireplace
....what a Queen you would make."
Conrad turned back again after Beadows left....his eyes fixed upon her burning with a red hot intensity
"You ask me questions on the way up....my darling?
How shall you serve me?....In the Dungeons perhaps?"
A cruel smile formed across his lips
Perhaps you can join Conner....in his glee under Sativa's whip....
He hungrily gazed to see her reaction, and the horror it would bring her
Delicate fingers rush to wrap around his cool palm, strange that she would seek comfort from her tormentor. Her voice is small, but very brave. "Anything, you want." Her eyes wide and shining with unshed tears.
"No....
His voice becomes a whisper as he takes her hand
No...never pain....never terror....only things that make your master quesy and make you quiver my love."
Conrads smile became the one she was used to predatory...like that of a Lion, regal and ferocious about to make the kill as he brushed his hand along her leg up tp the thigh and thin up the slit until he made contact
"No...my darling....there will be only bliss for you in this house and in these moments."
The doll rushes her fingers over the prince's lips. Lids close, lashes brush porcelain cheeks and a single tear escapes. "This dosen't displease him your Emminance." Her voice is far away and there is fear in it. Something more lasting then the terror from before. She turns away to hide her face and the tears that fall on his pillow.
He brushes close to her..his eyes soft and intent
"No...shall there be no terrors for you...not by my hands nor any in this house...for you only....
Only bliss shall you know by me...in whatever form I am permitted to give."
No, I won't think about it. He didn't mean that he wishes for you to displease Master Lucien. They are allies not rivals. Master is pleased with this, he said so.
The doll turns back to the prince.
She brushes her tears away, suckles the salt from her fingers, eyes wide and meeting his.
“I’m so glad master thought to congratulate you.”
Fingers trail down her throat. Hungrily her lips rise to his stealing a kiss, blunt little teeth teasing at his lip.
And now a full smile, tears forgotten.
“Of course I’ll try to be more energetic. I’m certain you will rapidly tire of my swoons.”
Arms about his neck now, so she can whisper in his ear. Soft skin betwixt her neck and shoulder bared right under the Prince’s grinning mouth. Little whimpers from the efforts of his hand pepper her speech.
“I think about you…fucking me right in front of them all. Holding court with them while your attentions to me are but a slight diversion.
She laughs and moves a bit, one hand snakes around behind and unzips her gown. Her diatribe of delightful obscenities continues in a low murmer.
He pauses unerringly...his brow furrows slightly, her delicate skin becons him, her thighs call him, the warmth inside her a welcome delight, the thought of the scandal she spoke of aroused him, perhaps a try at this he thought,
"When your harpy came up for business, I wanted you in my mouth while you talked. I put my head there. did you see? I may sit at your feet but in my dreams you have me firmly encunted.”
Her eyes sparkle, she thinks of the ways he might choose to interrupt her. With this man...no with this Prince. It feels very good to be a whore.
He sought her flesh and his hand quickened, his eyes grew dark and his fangs found there mark...after a short raepa he looked delicately into her eyes.
"I think this is what you seek," removing the coat and mail below it he stood before stripped to the waist and with a flick of his wrist a small line was drawn across his chest as he lay back down....allowing a few drops to darken his skin, the deep red of the line would have the effect he desired....as he looked to her
"I have taken from you..now you from me.....then bring me to heights, whilst I bring you to heights as well, do the acts of a forceful lover upon me for your sake.....be gentle."
Blood![
Hungry, like a beast her mouth upon the mouth of his wound. Sated in one way and yet not, were she to fill her belly to bursting it would never be enough. Suddenly, astride, abandoning the nectar of his blood for a moment dress cast aside, breasts bare. Garter, ribbons, stockings and nothing else. One appetite is fed and awakens the other. No hands tearing him open like she did to the unfortunate it was her great pleasure to punish.
Blood!
But lips working in exstacy
Blood!
hips moving in a frenzy.
Blood!
Small doll hands about the Prince's wrists. Kisses him lips shining with his own blood. Little bites at his neck and then back to the wound he opened just for her. No words just the happy beautiful animal sounds of blood lust. Even as she suckles her fingers smear blood from her wound on his lips. Fingers penetrate his mouth, and escape again going back to bring him more of her.
So old, this is what power feels like. What a prince feels like. What it feels like to win, to be the one behind the blade instead of infront of it. and the passion he has, deadend and yet somehow more intense then any she has felt....
....this is what it is like to be a Man.
And with him inside her, his blood entwined with her she becomes a furie. Rises hair flying back in a red-blonde mane. Eyes narrow, hands like ice, blood down her chin dripping on heaving breasts, breaths come quickly in little growls. She stares down at him and her face contorts to the female version of the leer she knows so well. And for the first time in over a century Eva feels no fear.
With the leer comes a slight jerk as he turns over her soon pinned under him...he is in command as it always should be....he gave her a taste but only that...the spirit she had....more than he had expected, she was the predatory cat revered so by the Egyptians as they ascended the skies in towers of stone and mortar....this is what he wanted her to be...if the circumstances allowed
"Now we see the face...your true face....you are a predator no?
You growl and tear...we are one you and I now...feel ths and know strength, know ecstacy.... "
he withdrawls from her kissing lightly down her head and then chest lingering along her abdomen...he feels her pulse quicken and with every lash with his tongue new fires are begun, the pain he feels are nails dug in like men in battle, he simply buries himself there...grasping her palms his fingers between hers like lovers mortal and limited.....
His eyes again burned as he found were thigh joined the the delicate nerves there register anything and as he sank his teeth in the nerves were emblazoned with pure heavenly pleasure.
YEEeeesss!
Her blood is sweeter then it ever has been before, for a few brief moments his strength took fear from her. And she revels in them. This passionate whore, this Madonna, this Livia. . .
YEEeeesss!
. . .writhes in exstacy beneath your fangs. Hands tight on yours.
Never stop
Without the pain, fear, and slavery she usually carries in her soul her life burns its way down your throat with passion and pleasure combined into the most exquisite taste. And the lust in her. Luring man after man to be her masters dinner. And the silent laughter cruel, and yet somehow motherly.
Take all of her
But still she is a kitten compared to you.
More...More!
The next moan is as primal as before but there is more submission in it. The kiss is too overwhelming. His teeth bite too deep.
He arcs his back as he pulls away sealing her wounds with a delicate flick of the tongue.....seconds later with a bestial action he penetrates and takes her as a man to a woman...again he takes a nail and opens a small line across his chest...her prize again beconing her....her feral acts please him more arousing him making him one with her and the beast within.
Pressing every inch of hot flesh she can manage against him. Her lips eagerly find the gift of his blood.
Something between a laugh and a growl escapes, lips on the mouth of his wound, hips rolling with each sacred thrust.
Greedy swallows of vitae hot with what he just took from her. Slide down her throat. With minimal concentration she makes it into more blood, healing back what he took.
And that leer again.
Each word forced out hard She's about to
"Anything...
breath comes harder now.
You...
She starts to
...Want.
Cum
impaled she spasms her hips working on thier own, eyes in her skull seeing the only god she knows. A frenzy of her tounge and his blood, her tounge in his mouth. Fingernails cut tiny cresents into his palms.
Head back mouth opened in a baccanalian howl of delight.
YEEeesss! Conrad fuck me! Fuck me Conrad Fuck me!
He howls...calling for the skies to fall upon and the heavens to go dark as she drinks....he continues making his way deeper and deeper within.....as she rasps beneath him..muscles tightening, nerves firing, something she would have to force once she was embraced
"For you my darling....my Queen."
His nails dig shallow into her flesh as his thrusts become like a thunderclap...the storm of passion consumes him a man would have probably died by now.
The wild woman of the frenzy bares her throat.
Laughing, growling, and filled to bursting with fierce pleasure. She begs to be tasted.
No...
not begging...
not right now, not from this maenad beneath.
She only demands
"Drink it! Drink it right out of me"
And when he bites and tastes first that growling frenzy of an orgasm, the spasms pumping blood past reddened lips and undead throat. There is so much fire in her.
And then it fades
The flame becomes a smolder.
her hips slow, and rhythmic. The embers of an orgasm. Soft, needful, divine.
little whimpers follow his little swallows.
Hands once clawing now caress.
Sweat damp hair curling in delicate tendrils, eyes closed, breath slow,
her flesh and blood moving as one with you, beneath you, around you, and inside you.
All that is left is the thin stream of her exotic blood, and the embers, dimming with the knowledge that soon, doll and prince must divide. She clings helplessly against the inevitable separation. And it is left to him, a man’s most unpleasant duty. . .
. . .The withdraw.
The sudden dread fills him...the fear....the curse of it...the drawing forth of the sun....Ra's Eye the sky grows soft from its presence...not quite....a soft kiss as he bids her to sleep as he walks stately out....down the long stairs and corridors she can hear no less than 5 separate locking mechanism clang beyond growing fainter and fainter
Gone...
...
I'm alone now
Time to go home. She uses the remains of vitae in her stomach to replenish what he took and stands dressing slowly.
She curses the sun.
To be with him, the night he became Prince. To be his prize.
Eva is very proud of herself.
Thats what I want. To be a prize envied and worthy to be won. I want to be something valuable, beautiful and coveted. I want to be satiated with vitae and drained over and over. And I want master Lucien to be proud of me. I am already his most prized posession. I want to be his most valuable one.
She drops the sheet she was wrapped in and dresses slowly.
She whispers to the room.
"I want to be Eva prized of princes. I want them all to desire me and only the most elite to have me."
And then she steps out careful to retrace her steps, down the stair and out the door and no where else.
((And that is where he left me, You shall have to check back for updates.))
doth these scribble-lings proceed
Friend, beware before you read
unless like you, these naughty deeds
From the private room on the midnightcrossroads forum.
Elysium is over and there are a few hours left in the night. Eva, vitae glutted and excited follows his Eminance like an eager puppy. Taut with anticipation she clings to his arm following his every move, as close a lover as his shadow.
Beadows, Conrads wizened driver and longtime Thrall pulls them into the long drive of Cantham House as Conrad places a hand on the silken thigh now so close to him....
"Come now my dear.....you are so expectant...patience."
The truck that had brought Conner back with the four Inquisitors sits in the drive as well
He thinks, they've already started with him by now, I wonder if that will frighten her.
The lionesque grin that crosses his face widens as he picks Eva out of the car and through the open house door Conner's screams are dulled by the thick floors and the sound proofing but they are apparent, he plants a kiss upon soft lips to distract her and keep her from the horror levels below
Ignoring the screams she kisses him back her lips coppery sweet from the vitae. Head on his shoulder she murmers...
"Thank you, Oh thank you for -- for your vitae and for his, for letting me have all I wanted. O thank you...I want to please you. I-what can i do for you, your Eminance?"
She puts her hand to her neck and continues breathless with pleasure, Eva is a passionate soul whatever else she may be.
"See you've bruised it," she kisses his neck, "I'll feel your teeth for at least a week."
"Oh what can I do...if you were a man I would know but your not. And your not Like Master Lucien, he thinks such things are disgusting. What can I do?"
Eyes shining she looks up at this man, this Prince. And she is so warm in his arms. Trembling with desire.
He carries her all the way to his chamber past the others, Sativa was actually jealous of this one, it took quite a bit to make her jealous....The errant lion took his meal to the great sprawling bed were he laid her down sweetly
"And, if you were only.....
he turns slightly as Beadows lights the fire in the fireplace
....what a Queen you would make."
Conrad turned back again after Beadows left....his eyes fixed upon her burning with a red hot intensity
"You ask me questions on the way up....my darling?
How shall you serve me?....In the Dungeons perhaps?"
A cruel smile formed across his lips
Perhaps you can join Conner....in his glee under Sativa's whip....
He hungrily gazed to see her reaction, and the horror it would bring her
Delicate fingers rush to wrap around his cool palm, strange that she would seek comfort from her tormentor. Her voice is small, but very brave. "Anything, you want." Her eyes wide and shining with unshed tears.
"No....
His voice becomes a whisper as he takes her hand
No...never pain....never terror....only things that make your master quesy and make you quiver my love."
Conrads smile became the one she was used to predatory...like that of a Lion, regal and ferocious about to make the kill as he brushed his hand along her leg up tp the thigh and thin up the slit until he made contact
"No...my darling....there will be only bliss for you in this house and in these moments."
The doll rushes her fingers over the prince's lips. Lids close, lashes brush porcelain cheeks and a single tear escapes. "This dosen't displease him your Emminance." Her voice is far away and there is fear in it. Something more lasting then the terror from before. She turns away to hide her face and the tears that fall on his pillow.
He brushes close to her..his eyes soft and intent
"No...shall there be no terrors for you...not by my hands nor any in this house...for you only....
Only bliss shall you know by me...in whatever form I am permitted to give."
No, I won't think about it. He didn't mean that he wishes for you to displease Master Lucien. They are allies not rivals. Master is pleased with this, he said so.
The doll turns back to the prince.
She brushes her tears away, suckles the salt from her fingers, eyes wide and meeting his.
“I’m so glad master thought to congratulate you.”
Fingers trail down her throat. Hungrily her lips rise to his stealing a kiss, blunt little teeth teasing at his lip.
And now a full smile, tears forgotten.
“Of course I’ll try to be more energetic. I’m certain you will rapidly tire of my swoons.”
Arms about his neck now, so she can whisper in his ear. Soft skin betwixt her neck and shoulder bared right under the Prince’s grinning mouth. Little whimpers from the efforts of his hand pepper her speech.
“I think about you…fucking me right in front of them all. Holding court with them while your attentions to me are but a slight diversion.
She laughs and moves a bit, one hand snakes around behind and unzips her gown. Her diatribe of delightful obscenities continues in a low murmer.
He pauses unerringly...his brow furrows slightly, her delicate skin becons him, her thighs call him, the warmth inside her a welcome delight, the thought of the scandal she spoke of aroused him, perhaps a try at this he thought,
"When your harpy came up for business, I wanted you in my mouth while you talked. I put my head there. did you see? I may sit at your feet but in my dreams you have me firmly encunted.”
Her eyes sparkle, she thinks of the ways he might choose to interrupt her. With this man...no with this Prince. It feels very good to be a whore.
He sought her flesh and his hand quickened, his eyes grew dark and his fangs found there mark...after a short raepa he looked delicately into her eyes.
"I think this is what you seek," removing the coat and mail below it he stood before stripped to the waist and with a flick of his wrist a small line was drawn across his chest as he lay back down....allowing a few drops to darken his skin, the deep red of the line would have the effect he desired....as he looked to her
"I have taken from you..now you from me.....then bring me to heights, whilst I bring you to heights as well, do the acts of a forceful lover upon me for your sake.....be gentle."
Blood![
Hungry, like a beast her mouth upon the mouth of his wound. Sated in one way and yet not, were she to fill her belly to bursting it would never be enough. Suddenly, astride, abandoning the nectar of his blood for a moment dress cast aside, breasts bare. Garter, ribbons, stockings and nothing else. One appetite is fed and awakens the other. No hands tearing him open like she did to the unfortunate it was her great pleasure to punish.
Blood!
But lips working in exstacy
Blood!
hips moving in a frenzy.
Blood!
Small doll hands about the Prince's wrists. Kisses him lips shining with his own blood. Little bites at his neck and then back to the wound he opened just for her. No words just the happy beautiful animal sounds of blood lust. Even as she suckles her fingers smear blood from her wound on his lips. Fingers penetrate his mouth, and escape again going back to bring him more of her.
So old, this is what power feels like. What a prince feels like. What it feels like to win, to be the one behind the blade instead of infront of it. and the passion he has, deadend and yet somehow more intense then any she has felt....
....this is what it is like to be a Man.
And with him inside her, his blood entwined with her she becomes a furie. Rises hair flying back in a red-blonde mane. Eyes narrow, hands like ice, blood down her chin dripping on heaving breasts, breaths come quickly in little growls. She stares down at him and her face contorts to the female version of the leer she knows so well. And for the first time in over a century Eva feels no fear.
With the leer comes a slight jerk as he turns over her soon pinned under him...he is in command as it always should be....he gave her a taste but only that...the spirit she had....more than he had expected, she was the predatory cat revered so by the Egyptians as they ascended the skies in towers of stone and mortar....this is what he wanted her to be...if the circumstances allowed
"Now we see the face...your true face....you are a predator no?
You growl and tear...we are one you and I now...feel ths and know strength, know ecstacy.... "
he withdrawls from her kissing lightly down her head and then chest lingering along her abdomen...he feels her pulse quicken and with every lash with his tongue new fires are begun, the pain he feels are nails dug in like men in battle, he simply buries himself there...grasping her palms his fingers between hers like lovers mortal and limited.....
His eyes again burned as he found were thigh joined the the delicate nerves there register anything and as he sank his teeth in the nerves were emblazoned with pure heavenly pleasure.
YEEeeesss!
Her blood is sweeter then it ever has been before, for a few brief moments his strength took fear from her. And she revels in them. This passionate whore, this Madonna, this Livia. . .
YEEeeesss!
. . .writhes in exstacy beneath your fangs. Hands tight on yours.
Never stop
Without the pain, fear, and slavery she usually carries in her soul her life burns its way down your throat with passion and pleasure combined into the most exquisite taste. And the lust in her. Luring man after man to be her masters dinner. And the silent laughter cruel, and yet somehow motherly.
Take all of her
But still she is a kitten compared to you.
More...More!
The next moan is as primal as before but there is more submission in it. The kiss is too overwhelming. His teeth bite too deep.
He arcs his back as he pulls away sealing her wounds with a delicate flick of the tongue.....seconds later with a bestial action he penetrates and takes her as a man to a woman...again he takes a nail and opens a small line across his chest...her prize again beconing her....her feral acts please him more arousing him making him one with her and the beast within.
Pressing every inch of hot flesh she can manage against him. Her lips eagerly find the gift of his blood.
Something between a laugh and a growl escapes, lips on the mouth of his wound, hips rolling with each sacred thrust.
Greedy swallows of vitae hot with what he just took from her. Slide down her throat. With minimal concentration she makes it into more blood, healing back what he took.
And that leer again.
Each word forced out hard She's about to
"Anything...
breath comes harder now.
You...
She starts to
...Want.
Cum
impaled she spasms her hips working on thier own, eyes in her skull seeing the only god she knows. A frenzy of her tounge and his blood, her tounge in his mouth. Fingernails cut tiny cresents into his palms.
Head back mouth opened in a baccanalian howl of delight.
YEEeesss! Conrad fuck me! Fuck me Conrad Fuck me!
He howls...calling for the skies to fall upon and the heavens to go dark as she drinks....he continues making his way deeper and deeper within.....as she rasps beneath him..muscles tightening, nerves firing, something she would have to force once she was embraced
"For you my darling....my Queen."
His nails dig shallow into her flesh as his thrusts become like a thunderclap...the storm of passion consumes him a man would have probably died by now.
The wild woman of the frenzy bares her throat.
Laughing, growling, and filled to bursting with fierce pleasure. She begs to be tasted.
No...
not begging...
not right now, not from this maenad beneath.
She only demands
"Drink it! Drink it right out of me"
And when he bites and tastes first that growling frenzy of an orgasm, the spasms pumping blood past reddened lips and undead throat. There is so much fire in her.
And then it fades
The flame becomes a smolder.
her hips slow, and rhythmic. The embers of an orgasm. Soft, needful, divine.
little whimpers follow his little swallows.
Hands once clawing now caress.
Sweat damp hair curling in delicate tendrils, eyes closed, breath slow,
her flesh and blood moving as one with you, beneath you, around you, and inside you.
All that is left is the thin stream of her exotic blood, and the embers, dimming with the knowledge that soon, doll and prince must divide. She clings helplessly against the inevitable separation. And it is left to him, a man’s most unpleasant duty. . .
. . .The withdraw.
The sudden dread fills him...the fear....the curse of it...the drawing forth of the sun....Ra's Eye the sky grows soft from its presence...not quite....a soft kiss as he bids her to sleep as he walks stately out....down the long stairs and corridors she can hear no less than 5 separate locking mechanism clang beyond growing fainter and fainter
Gone...
...
I'm alone now
Time to go home. She uses the remains of vitae in her stomach to replenish what he took and stands dressing slowly.
She curses the sun.
To be with him, the night he became Prince. To be his prize.
Eva is very proud of herself.
Thats what I want. To be a prize envied and worthy to be won. I want to be something valuable, beautiful and coveted. I want to be satiated with vitae and drained over and over. And I want master Lucien to be proud of me. I am already his most prized posession. I want to be his most valuable one.
She drops the sheet she was wrapped in and dresses slowly.
She whispers to the room.
"I want to be Eva prized of princes. I want them all to desire me and only the most elite to have me."
And then she steps out careful to retrace her steps, down the stair and out the door and no where else.
((And that is where he left me, You shall have to check back for updates.))