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Title-Deepest Shadows
Rating-Could go anywhere but this aint no PG kids, count on some mature content
Warnings-blood play, angst, death,non-con
...don't own, didn't happen
He was draped across his throne, white, and seemed to emanate a godly haze. He was shirtless for it was warm within the walls of the throne room, although our skin was often ice cold. His green cat eyes, the eyes I could have died in, searched my body detailing me from head to foot. He was my God. He drank me in, gazing at every detail of me, trying to place some kind of meaning on me it seemed. As I stood at the end of the room before my Master, his eyes met mine, and slowly the corner of his cold colourless lips curled to reveal a malicious tooth…and a shadow of a smile. Around his strong jaw line his perfumed dark brown hair curled, obscuring these facial features and revealing only his piercing eyes. His pale moist lips parted -
“Bam,” he spoke in a low husky tone and he moved from his seat towards me, “Do you see this? Do you understand what this means?”
He hissed, turning sour and stalking closer across the dark candle lit room. I was scared; those eyes I loved became angry as he spoke, pointing to his colourless lips, and they set revulsion in me.
“Y-yes,” I stuttered, withdrawing instinctively from him; I had failed that evening to find him prey on my visits to the busy city below our home in the hills, and my Master Ville was now paled with blood hunger.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” he growled, now right in front of me, looming over me like some icy giant.
“Master, I-” I whimpered.
I knew what happened when I failed to do what my maker bid me. Before I could think any further my Master pulled me into a long torturous kiss, cold with lack of blood in its malignancy. His little daggers of fangs pierced into my bottom lip, sending threads of pain and heat through my body. I had the power to pull away; he was infinitely stronger than I but in his hungered state I had the strength to break this punishing kiss. Yet there was nothing I wouldn’t to for my stony white God.
“No excuses, Bam,” he growled, breaking the kiss, breath contrastingly hot and sweet against my skin “Never defy me”.
His icy hands clasped my neck as snarled, sharp nails dug into my flesh, drawing blood. I whimpered, frightened - I knew I would be severely punished for my failure, as I was accustomed.
His nostrils flared over my skin, drinking my scent, before he pushed me down to the ground and in a rage of calculated animosity, tore at my shirt leaving surface wounds to my torso. My head collided with the marble of the floor by the force and the speed of the assault. I felt sudden throbbing pain to the neck and chest.
“Please Master, stop!” I cried out, fearing for my life. I would be killed by my Lord should he continue as I knew far well he planned to do.
His grip loosened, his hands ceased their angry clutch on me and began running down my body, nails raking over my skin, opening my shirt and throwing it aside. He had seemed to change slightly; his anger now that of a violent lust. He was starved and placing cold burning kisses all over my skin. It was torture-far much more than physical pain. My master knew my weakness it seemed: him. I was wracked with a twisted sort of pleasure, my eyes flickering back into my head at his tenderness, but soon the gentle ghosting fingertips of my Master faded, and I was pulled back into harsh reality as his little weapons dug into my wrist.
I screamed; it reverberated and echoed through the rooms of my Lord's little castle. My ears began to ring as he drew blood from my veins, my vision seemed to drain and lose all colour, and I felt weak and repulsed.
Yes, I thought, this is it. Was going to die? I thought that I would be slain by my living God. As I felt myself lose consciousness I tasted fire on my lips. He was deep inside me and I was woken with ecstasy, through the semi-conscious blur I tasted the fiery sweetness of his blood. No, I would not die, not here, not now. I was being fed from his wrist with his blood, our blood. I was growing stronger and desire welled up from me as the sweet fount of my beloved one seared through me. He was deep inside me, and I ruptured as he spilled inside me, pounding into me. He collapsed onto me, grinning. “No victim could satisfy me this way,” he growled under his breath as he pulled out of me. His lips were full, warm and pink with my blood. My Master spared me. I would not defy him.
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Hey all! Sorry if this sucks it's the first fic i ever wrote snd I thought hey, i'll post it.lol, well tell me if its a bit crap in which case I won't subject you to another chapter but if you wish for more please say so:p
comments=VAMpires
Rating-Could go anywhere but this aint no PG kids, count on some mature content
Warnings-blood play, angst, death,non-con
...don't own, didn't happen
He was draped across his throne, white, and seemed to emanate a godly haze. He was shirtless for it was warm within the walls of the throne room, although our skin was often ice cold. His green cat eyes, the eyes I could have died in, searched my body detailing me from head to foot. He was my God. He drank me in, gazing at every detail of me, trying to place some kind of meaning on me it seemed. As I stood at the end of the room before my Master, his eyes met mine, and slowly the corner of his cold colourless lips curled to reveal a malicious tooth…and a shadow of a smile. Around his strong jaw line his perfumed dark brown hair curled, obscuring these facial features and revealing only his piercing eyes. His pale moist lips parted -
“Bam,” he spoke in a low husky tone and he moved from his seat towards me, “Do you see this? Do you understand what this means?”
He hissed, turning sour and stalking closer across the dark candle lit room. I was scared; those eyes I loved became angry as he spoke, pointing to his colourless lips, and they set revulsion in me.
“Y-yes,” I stuttered, withdrawing instinctively from him; I had failed that evening to find him prey on my visits to the busy city below our home in the hills, and my Master Ville was now paled with blood hunger.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” he growled, now right in front of me, looming over me like some icy giant.
“Master, I-” I whimpered.
I knew what happened when I failed to do what my maker bid me. Before I could think any further my Master pulled me into a long torturous kiss, cold with lack of blood in its malignancy. His little daggers of fangs pierced into my bottom lip, sending threads of pain and heat through my body. I had the power to pull away; he was infinitely stronger than I but in his hungered state I had the strength to break this punishing kiss. Yet there was nothing I wouldn’t to for my stony white God.
“No excuses, Bam,” he growled, breaking the kiss, breath contrastingly hot and sweet against my skin “Never defy me”.
His icy hands clasped my neck as snarled, sharp nails dug into my flesh, drawing blood. I whimpered, frightened - I knew I would be severely punished for my failure, as I was accustomed.
His nostrils flared over my skin, drinking my scent, before he pushed me down to the ground and in a rage of calculated animosity, tore at my shirt leaving surface wounds to my torso. My head collided with the marble of the floor by the force and the speed of the assault. I felt sudden throbbing pain to the neck and chest.
“Please Master, stop!” I cried out, fearing for my life. I would be killed by my Lord should he continue as I knew far well he planned to do.
His grip loosened, his hands ceased their angry clutch on me and began running down my body, nails raking over my skin, opening my shirt and throwing it aside. He had seemed to change slightly; his anger now that of a violent lust. He was starved and placing cold burning kisses all over my skin. It was torture-far much more than physical pain. My master knew my weakness it seemed: him. I was wracked with a twisted sort of pleasure, my eyes flickering back into my head at his tenderness, but soon the gentle ghosting fingertips of my Master faded, and I was pulled back into harsh reality as his little weapons dug into my wrist.
I screamed; it reverberated and echoed through the rooms of my Lord's little castle. My ears began to ring as he drew blood from my veins, my vision seemed to drain and lose all colour, and I felt weak and repulsed.
Yes, I thought, this is it. Was going to die? I thought that I would be slain by my living God. As I felt myself lose consciousness I tasted fire on my lips. He was deep inside me and I was woken with ecstasy, through the semi-conscious blur I tasted the fiery sweetness of his blood. No, I would not die, not here, not now. I was being fed from his wrist with his blood, our blood. I was growing stronger and desire welled up from me as the sweet fount of my beloved one seared through me. He was deep inside me, and I ruptured as he spilled inside me, pounding into me. He collapsed onto me, grinning. “No victim could satisfy me this way,” he growled under his breath as he pulled out of me. His lips were full, warm and pink with my blood. My Master spared me. I would not defy him.
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Hey all! Sorry if this sucks it's the first fic i ever wrote snd I thought hey, i'll post it.lol, well tell me if its a bit crap in which case I won't subject you to another chapter but if you wish for more please say so:p
comments=VAMpires