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Legacy of Kain (Vorador/Brides)
Title: The Shade of Love
Author/Artist: syvia
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit sex, various acts of perversity, bloodletting, language.
Word Count: 1206
Summary: Vorador’s children attempt to please him, with limited success. Time frame; after Janos' death, but before Ariel's.
Prompt: 34. Legacy of Kain, Vorador/'brides,' both male and female: Unemotional - "doesn't mean much, doesn't mean anything at all"
Vorador's spawn, with few exceptions, are experienced whores.
This is not to say they were so when they lived, or that he made them so after turning them. Still, several, having beauty but little skill for intellectual pursuits, chose the easier route for gaining their master's favor.
Centuries of un-life and far too much of it spent in secure idleness deep within his swamp, Vorador had done nearly everything, and seen even more. It was difficult to surprise him- harder still to hold his interest.
Still, his fledglings tried, and he acknowledge their attempts.
When two dozen of his childer formed a daisy chain in the main hallway- some kneeling, some standing, he found it impossible not to see the act through to completion (not everyone's completion, but not all his fledglings were generous). It was quite the display.
That they blocked the hall with their sport also had something to do with it.
Once they concluded, disengaging and looking at him expectantly, Vorador took his chin from his hand, got up from the chair (conveniently and strategically placed), and stepped over them as he went along his way.
~~~
Two of the more beautiful of his youngest generation snuck themselves into his bedchamber one dawn. He found them upon returning to his rooms to retire for the day.
They abased themselves before him, and he waved them to move along with whatever reason they'd concocted for being there.
They disrobed slowly, unveiling their bodies in such a way that it was more like dancing than disrobing. The female stood in front, her back to the other fledgling. Erect, well-fed to be so, he thrust smoothly into his partner and she moaned, leaning back against him, arms held to her sides, on display. He rolled his hips methodically and her heavy breasts trembled with the movement. She made low sounds of encouragement and he cupped her chest, rolling her nipples beneath thumbs that barely showed any claw. Presently they both knelt- slowly, carefully, not breaking their rut.
The girl's long hair hung all around her face, swinging gently with the movement of her partner's thrusts. Still joined, they crawled until she was able to put her face between his legs, where she nuzzled his erection until he became hard and freed it for her willing mouth.
He watched them, and felt the slap of her breasts against his legs, the careful, deliberate bob of her mouth along his length- her canines were small, smaller than most of his fledglings, and lucky for her. She wasn't so favored among his childer that she could bleed him without being told to and oral sex with vampiric teeth was at best, tricky.
He watched them, and fondled her soft hair, and once he'd given over to orgasm, they faked theirs and separated, kneeling at his feet and smiling up at him.
He looked for a time, then very calmly ordered them out, and upon pain of death, to never again enter his chambers uninvited.
~~~
One dusk, he summoned a number of his favorites.
Eight of them, and himself as the ninth, because perversity was sweeter when it was also blasphemous.
He chose the role of Death for himself, and directed Balance and Mind to take turns fucking each other against the wall. When he tired of their endearments and mindless cries of devotion, he pulled them apart and fucked them in turns while the other watched.
He trapped Conflict against a wall and took his pleasure of him again and again before throwing him rather violently to the others, suggesting they do the same. Three- Nature, Energy and... he'd lost track by then, who the rest were in this parody of the Circle, took him. One descended upon his cock, another plunged fingers into his ass, the third fucked his mouth.
Dimension lavished attention on him until he grew tired of her and turned to Time, commanded to lay upon the bed and watch. That one, he snatched up by the hair, touching all over until he was writhing, desperate... begging.
Vorador ripped into his throat, sucking violently, quickly, before dropping him to the floor, unconscious, with a look of triumph that the others didn't understand.
Then he left him.
He left them all.
Soon after, without his presence, they stopped.
~~~
One of his childer visited his bed regularly, every two weeks or so. It was his hobby to craft new apparatus for use in sexual encounters.
The newest invention was a pair of lingerie, for a man, that could be opened alternately at the front or back. While closed, it confined the body, but comfortably, and left no room for movement.
Vorador teased him mercilessly, stroking him at the front with but the first two buttons down, while the back was carefully undone. The pad of one talon swirled deliberately over the head of his childe's cock, as the other hand pinched nipples and he nipped at the boy's neck just enough to make him bleed.
Vorador licked up the drops, stroking down smooth cloth and hidden eye-hooks, and teased at his anus with a wooden phallus so exquisitely carved and lacquered that the texture was silken. When he begged, Vorador fucked him until both attained orgasm, but the childe was still achingly hard.
He gave the childe a bauble for a job well-done and watched him walk with a pronounced limp from the bedchamber.
~~~
Every now and again his childer would bring him a human. Generally, Vorador didn't fuck his food, but they could be diverting at times. Unfortunately, the older he grew, the more he realized that cattle the humans were, but vampires did not inherit a copious gain of intellectual ability along with their supernatural strength and newfound bloodlust. The lack of difference between them and his younger fledglings were troubling.
Their pain, their fear, the expectation of death, could be very sweet. Sometimes he relished it- and gave everything in greater quantities than they could have imagined.
Other times he drew them out of their fears, tasted their relief. Sometimes- when it was a Sarafan- he drank in their sick self-loathing at deriving pleasure from a vampire's touch.
Humans were genuine where his fledglings eventually were not. They had not been trained to please, encouraged to hide their emotions in the pursuit of his pleasure. They felt, and they did so without obligation.
~~~
Quite often of late, he has gone seeking a human on his own. Sometimes idly, as he traveled the swamps, or purposefully, slipping through the Gypsies' allotment of his land.
They too, alas, had trained themselves to suit his pleasure, but sometimes he moved about them, unseen, and watched them.
Their actions were large, small, human, and they praised him in hushed voices. Here was a land of death, but it was also a land they held, and held in relative safety. Here they also had the potential of un-life, and a lasting place in his house.
Vorador would go into the camps and lingered, observing two lovers in tryst. Their simple, uncomplicated lust- and even love, was like a beam of sunlight. Forgotten pleasure.
He knew it did not exist here.
Not for him.
Not anymore.
Author/Artist: syvia
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit sex, various acts of perversity, bloodletting, language.
Word Count: 1206
Summary: Vorador’s children attempt to please him, with limited success. Time frame; after Janos' death, but before Ariel's.
Prompt: 34. Legacy of Kain, Vorador/'brides,' both male and female: Unemotional - "doesn't mean much, doesn't mean anything at all"
Vorador's spawn, with few exceptions, are experienced whores.
This is not to say they were so when they lived, or that he made them so after turning them. Still, several, having beauty but little skill for intellectual pursuits, chose the easier route for gaining their master's favor.
Centuries of un-life and far too much of it spent in secure idleness deep within his swamp, Vorador had done nearly everything, and seen even more. It was difficult to surprise him- harder still to hold his interest.
Still, his fledglings tried, and he acknowledge their attempts.
When two dozen of his childer formed a daisy chain in the main hallway- some kneeling, some standing, he found it impossible not to see the act through to completion (not everyone's completion, but not all his fledglings were generous). It was quite the display.
That they blocked the hall with their sport also had something to do with it.
Once they concluded, disengaging and looking at him expectantly, Vorador took his chin from his hand, got up from the chair (conveniently and strategically placed), and stepped over them as he went along his way.
~~~
Two of the more beautiful of his youngest generation snuck themselves into his bedchamber one dawn. He found them upon returning to his rooms to retire for the day.
They abased themselves before him, and he waved them to move along with whatever reason they'd concocted for being there.
They disrobed slowly, unveiling their bodies in such a way that it was more like dancing than disrobing. The female stood in front, her back to the other fledgling. Erect, well-fed to be so, he thrust smoothly into his partner and she moaned, leaning back against him, arms held to her sides, on display. He rolled his hips methodically and her heavy breasts trembled with the movement. She made low sounds of encouragement and he cupped her chest, rolling her nipples beneath thumbs that barely showed any claw. Presently they both knelt- slowly, carefully, not breaking their rut.
The girl's long hair hung all around her face, swinging gently with the movement of her partner's thrusts. Still joined, they crawled until she was able to put her face between his legs, where she nuzzled his erection until he became hard and freed it for her willing mouth.
He watched them, and felt the slap of her breasts against his legs, the careful, deliberate bob of her mouth along his length- her canines were small, smaller than most of his fledglings, and lucky for her. She wasn't so favored among his childer that she could bleed him without being told to and oral sex with vampiric teeth was at best, tricky.
He watched them, and fondled her soft hair, and once he'd given over to orgasm, they faked theirs and separated, kneeling at his feet and smiling up at him.
He looked for a time, then very calmly ordered them out, and upon pain of death, to never again enter his chambers uninvited.
~~~
One dusk, he summoned a number of his favorites.
Eight of them, and himself as the ninth, because perversity was sweeter when it was also blasphemous.
He chose the role of Death for himself, and directed Balance and Mind to take turns fucking each other against the wall. When he tired of their endearments and mindless cries of devotion, he pulled them apart and fucked them in turns while the other watched.
He trapped Conflict against a wall and took his pleasure of him again and again before throwing him rather violently to the others, suggesting they do the same. Three- Nature, Energy and... he'd lost track by then, who the rest were in this parody of the Circle, took him. One descended upon his cock, another plunged fingers into his ass, the third fucked his mouth.
Dimension lavished attention on him until he grew tired of her and turned to Time, commanded to lay upon the bed and watch. That one, he snatched up by the hair, touching all over until he was writhing, desperate... begging.
Vorador ripped into his throat, sucking violently, quickly, before dropping him to the floor, unconscious, with a look of triumph that the others didn't understand.
Then he left him.
He left them all.
Soon after, without his presence, they stopped.
~~~
One of his childer visited his bed regularly, every two weeks or so. It was his hobby to craft new apparatus for use in sexual encounters.
The newest invention was a pair of lingerie, for a man, that could be opened alternately at the front or back. While closed, it confined the body, but comfortably, and left no room for movement.
Vorador teased him mercilessly, stroking him at the front with but the first two buttons down, while the back was carefully undone. The pad of one talon swirled deliberately over the head of his childe's cock, as the other hand pinched nipples and he nipped at the boy's neck just enough to make him bleed.
Vorador licked up the drops, stroking down smooth cloth and hidden eye-hooks, and teased at his anus with a wooden phallus so exquisitely carved and lacquered that the texture was silken. When he begged, Vorador fucked him until both attained orgasm, but the childe was still achingly hard.
He gave the childe a bauble for a job well-done and watched him walk with a pronounced limp from the bedchamber.
~~~
Every now and again his childer would bring him a human. Generally, Vorador didn't fuck his food, but they could be diverting at times. Unfortunately, the older he grew, the more he realized that cattle the humans were, but vampires did not inherit a copious gain of intellectual ability along with their supernatural strength and newfound bloodlust. The lack of difference between them and his younger fledglings were troubling.
Their pain, their fear, the expectation of death, could be very sweet. Sometimes he relished it- and gave everything in greater quantities than they could have imagined.
Other times he drew them out of their fears, tasted their relief. Sometimes- when it was a Sarafan- he drank in their sick self-loathing at deriving pleasure from a vampire's touch.
Humans were genuine where his fledglings eventually were not. They had not been trained to please, encouraged to hide their emotions in the pursuit of his pleasure. They felt, and they did so without obligation.
~~~
Quite often of late, he has gone seeking a human on his own. Sometimes idly, as he traveled the swamps, or purposefully, slipping through the Gypsies' allotment of his land.
They too, alas, had trained themselves to suit his pleasure, but sometimes he moved about them, unseen, and watched them.
Their actions were large, small, human, and they praised him in hushed voices. Here was a land of death, but it was also a land they held, and held in relative safety. Here they also had the potential of un-life, and a lasting place in his house.
Vorador would go into the camps and lingered, observing two lovers in tryst. Their simple, uncomplicated lust- and even love, was like a beam of sunlight. Forgotten pleasure.
He knew it did not exist here.
Not for him.
Not anymore.