Teasing words that dare my inhibitions

Stripping away the shy exterior

To reveal bare flesh for your eyes only

A hiss through gritted teeth

I respond with the tremor of my thighs

Every second; longer than the next

Anticipation building…..climbing

Almost dizzy as I await your touch

Bedroom eyes stare to the wall

Heated breath escapes my parted lips

Rounded buttocks flinch at the slightest sound

You’re behind me, I know you’re there

Hair pulled back, caught within fingers tight

Never will I resist you

For this night you shall have your fill

My body….my sacrifice

The surrender to be the sweetest thing





Sensual cleansing – The Embassy : PD




Embassy of Hell

Setting down his champagne flute, Valmont settled back against the curved edge of the tub to listen to Nicholas explain when he first had feelings for him. He couldn’t help but smile when he heard that it had been a good couple of months. That Nicholas had been watching him, and yet didn’t once try to make a move. His insecurity about his body would have caused that. Now that was out of the way, and Valmont knew what he was as well as accepted it this gave Nicholas a new found confidence that was a joy to watch and experience. Through their love it was clear that nothing was impossible.

Valmont Reached around and took the sponge that had a good amount of soap upon it and then with his free hand he swept Nicholas’s hair to one side as he started to rub the sudsy sponge against Nicholas’s back.

“Only fair with the way you are sitting, that I do you first.”

Valmont had a firm hand, so Nicholas may well feel slightly pushed forward when Valmont worked his magic. It would start with the shoulders and go in a circular motion. Around and around. Lather and foam dribbling down Nicholas’s back only to land in the water.

The ambassador dunked the sponge into the tepid bath waters, then brought his arms around Nicholas, to start washing his chest. By doing this, Nicholas would find himself pulled in close with his sudsy back now hard up against Valmont’s chest. The incubus’s legs now wrapped around his. One hand using the sponge to clean, the other strumming his chest and even tweaking a nipple. Nicholas’s bare shoulder was so inviting, that Valmont bent his head forward to kiss it. The water lapped gently against the side of the bath, as all conversation seemed to stop.






This was truly something Nicholas was enjoying very much. You could say he could stay like this forever but, he knew it was for a while. Feeling the sponge work its magic around his back and shut his eyes, it was loving. Feeling him work down his shoulders he’d slightly groan out in the sense of enjoying it. It was doing numbers on his body, feeling his back against Val’s he’d lean into him some. Leaning his neck to the side with his hair hanging down the side, he’d leave him plenty of room to do as he pleased. Feeling the small tweak against his nipples he’d feel them slightly harden and he bit onto his bottom lip, gasping once slightly. It was peaceful and lovely in the silence.

” Mmm.. I must say, you would make a good person who gives amazing massages, truly a miracle. ” he said happily with a sigh.

Nicholas moved his legs so they were sitting straight out in front of him, giving more room in the tub. His hands would go down and slightly rub against Valmont’s legs, spinning circles with his fingers. He’d trail them up his legs as far as he could reach from his position, his lower back slightly moving against his inner area since he was in between him. A small smirk slipped onto his lips and he was glad he couldn’t see his face, it was something he snickered a bit at.




Embassy of Hell

Valmont released a light grunt when Nicholas chose to move his back against his lower region. It set off a reaction that was all too easy to do in such close quarters. Having been already washing down Nic’s chest, the incubus had his lover well in his grasp. The happy sigh from Nicholas, topped with the words about how good Valmont was at amazing massages earnt a cheeky response.

“Well considering you are trying to massage me right now with your ass, I have to say it is you that are good at being very bad.”

The ambassador started to rub the sponge harder across Nic’s chest and then lower abdomen. Each time pulling Nic’s body back against his. He leaned down and started to flick his tongue against Nic’s ear. “You’re so dirty…I have to rub a bit harder. I know you won’t mind.” Taking in the tip of Nicholas’s ear lobe, Valmont sucked it lightly, before nipping it with the edge of his dog tooth. All the while he continued to clean Nicholas’s chest, till he tossed the sponge into the water, and let his hand go lower. It wasn’t hard to find Nicholas was already feeling aroused from the attentions. The water sloshed out over the side of the bath when Valmont pulled Nicholas tighter against him -whilst now assaulting his neck with nips and kisses.

He had forgotten all about being gentle. There were no more words, just raw passion being displayed by the alpha male. Being a predator to Nicholas’s offered body. He knew that Nicholas would find it very hard to resist. Valmont’s fingers soon were finding their way inside his lover again. The thrusting causing water to come in and out rapidly, thus increasing stimulation. Valmont’s hardness rubbed in between the crack of Nic’s ass. The incubus making it clear he wanted his lover to lose himself to this watery tryst. His fingers dug deep into his lover’s flesh to hold him hard to him as this was yet another conquest of his body.






A couple of chuckles escaped Nicholas lips from the comment. Was he being bad? Maybe, he was good at being bad, something he’d keep in his head. Feeling the pull against him again he’d bite hi lip to hold in the moan, he knew his game.

“I guess I am good at being bad.. no I don’t mind if you rub a bit harder..” He said with a squeak, holding in the best he could.

Once he was sucking on his lobe he’d slightly shutter from it, biting his lip a bit harder. It was hard to keep moans in but, he was doing his best to. The kisses and nips made Nicholas let out giggles, a small giggle fit. He had murmurer sorry in a hushed tone, controlling himself. It was a ticklish spot, what could a person do? His breaths hitched up a bit as his hand went down lower into the water, between his thighs and he shut his eyes. Nicholas knew exactly what was going to go on and he was going to enjoy it. The intrusion into him again made Nicholas brake, the water helping it more stimulate. The lips had parted and sounds escaped them, ranging from soft to loud with each motion.

” V-V-Valmont.. oh hng, Val, Val, oh gosh, Valmont.. ” He had said loudly, signaling that he was enjoying the touches.

Nicholas would feel the lower half rubbing between and his face was once again slightly red but, not as red from earlier. Feeling his fingers dig in to his skin he knew he wouldn’t escape easily. Nicholas would continue on letting his bum rub back against his hardness when he pulled him back, obviously wanting to please him too.




Embassy of Hell

There were times when Valmont could be gentle and loving, but there were also those moments when he lost himself to the pleasures of his lust and right now he was finding the whole bathing situation to be pushing him to his limits. A fire was ignited, and the way that Nicholas cried out in response to the way that Valmont touched and gripped his skin, the incubus was now wanting to dominate him. The sly rubbing of his small buttocks to Valmont’s member brought an enraptured growl of delight. Teasing Valmont after he had said he didn’t mind if he rubbed a bit harder. He could not help but whisper in Nicholas’s ear.

“I can get a lot harder….lover.”

He wound his arm around Nicholas’s waist and forcibly lifted him so that he would be moved up slightly, only to be brought back down hard upon Val’s shaft. There would be no word of warning, when the waters spilled over the side of the bath and with a grunt of exertion, he filled his lover to the brim. Nicholas’s back was now hard to Valmont’s chest and it was clear that Valmont was very much in control.

Valmont reached for Nicholas’s chin, to turn his head to face his own and then crushed his lips to Nic’s to stifle any cries of pleasure or pain. His tongue worming into Nic’s mouth and invading – dancing with his tongue. A free hand moved back to Nicholas’s lower lips and began to flick and tease – winding Nicholas up to the point he could not hold back from bucking upon his love.






The growl had been a signal that Nicholas knew he was enjoying this and doing something correct. Hearing his words it made him wonder exactly what he was going to do, this man knew no bounds right now. Feeling himself lifted and brought back down rather hard onto his shaft, a sound of pain would of erupted but, it was cut off by his lips to his own. Nicholas squirmed in his grasp, feeling him move, his breath hitching more then it was. At this point in time he had no control of what to do, he had no say you could say he was being put as the submissive. His eyes half stayed open as he gladly let Val enter his mouth and let their tongues work together in a rythem. Touches were going again and he started moaning into the kiss, shuttering ever so lightly from the pleasure.

Nicholas was still sore from earlier festivities, would he be sore after this? Yes, he defiantly would, it didn’t help that he was a virgin and was now being penetrated once again. Their wasn’t as much pain anymore, it was pleasure but he knew it’d come back and bite him in the ass later. Moments later Nicholas would force his body to move and turn, his chest to Valmont’s. He wanted to him to see how he was truly pleasing him and how he was pleasing him. His own hips decided to start moving up and down against Valmont’s, pushing more and more into. Moans continued on escaping his lips and his hands slid up his chest. Nicholas let his own chest rub against Valmont’s, their nipples rubbing together, his fingers trailed up and started squeezing Valmont’s own nips. He’d continue on rubbing still while squeezing and rubbing them, massaging almost and a soft smirk playing in his lips through the moans.




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Valmont was rubbing off on Nicholas, but not in the way you expect. The rough play had worked up his young lover nicely, and now it was Nicholas who was taking charge. Turning around so that he was straddling Valmont in the bath, but still on him firmly. He was going to start to force his own will on Val, and this was exactly what he had hoped for. To see his lover grow even more confident. It was more exciting than he could have ever imagined. Nicholas wanted to see Valmont’s face…to see the changing expressions as he ground his hips hard to Val’s own.

With skilled hands Valmont moved them down to Nic’s buttocks and cupped them in his large hands. It was not like he was trying to force any actions, oh no. He was just wanting to feel his lover move, as he stole kisses between the sinful petting. Using his own chest to stimulate Val’s nipples worked at treat, but when he added finger play into it, oh how Valmont wanted to bite and suck those slender digits.

Charged now with excitement, he changed tact and grabbed Nic’s waist, sitting up a little as he lowered his head and started to wildly nip and suck at one of his nipples, with Nic riding him like there was no tomorrow. Water was going all over the floor, lapping over the bath edge in waves. Valmont losing himself to his lover now. A burning hunger flooding his veins. He wanted to hear Nic scream his lover’s name when he reached his peak.





It took Nicholas by surprise as Valmont had lean down and started sucking at his nip and it made him feel so much more. He didn’t care that the floor was getting wet from their activities, it’d be cleaned later anyways. It was all pleasure right now and he could feel that it’d come to a end soon, he wasn’t sure how much his body could handle. Nic’s hands slid up his Val’s sides and into his hair, he tugged and pulled at his long hair. He needed something to hold onto for this, it was killing him inside in a good way. Nicholas would continue his actions simply riding the man before him with no shame, just love. It would be interesting to wonder what others would think, changes would obviously be felt between the duo. Many things had went through his head but they were washed away with his moans.

Nicholas had slightly tightened up and knew that it was coming shortly, Val’s name had left his mouth so many times this night he wouldn’t ever be able to forget it. Tugging a bit more at his long hair he leaned his head back, oh it was indeed enjoyable at this moment. He’d slightly move his hips a bit more in a circle motion for a few moments and then went back to normal. Nicholas had pushed his chest against Val’s face slightly in a arching manner and quickly the feeling of something shattering came, his release shortly after. One single scream of a word left his lips moments after it.

” Valmont! ”




Embassy of Hell

It was simply glorious. Nicholas now taking the reigns so to speak. Finding his own sexual power and seizing his lover in a way that he never would have before. Valmont had led the way, and now he was free to explore this new found power and exploit it. The sudden rough tugging of his long silver locks, did not phase Val in the slightest. He did pull his head back a little to show a little fight, but wanted Nic to really get a handle on this. The constant nipping at his chest and sucking of each nipple had done the trick. Nicholas arching his back so he could give even more to Valmont, who surrended quite easily and kept up as though feasting.

Valmont then felt all of Nicolas’s inhibitions stripped away as he gave in completely to the lust. Riding his lover and curling his hips to get the very most out of every single action. Feeling Val even deeper than before, while rubbing that most sensual bulb within. Nicholas could never ever be more beautiful than he was now. Crying out Val’s name whilst mixed in with long drawn out moans. His young lover tugged harder at Valmont’s hair, and this was when he felt Nic tighten. His muscles constricting as he was reaching the peak. Val slyly moved his hands around to clamp on Nic’s waist and right as he screamed his name out for all to hear, Valmont grunted and his seed spewed his lover’s womb….again and again as the two fused together as one. Nicholas would be left a quaking mess, but Valmont would only move his hands higher and bring his lover to rest upon his own chest. He kept kissing the top of Nicholas’s head, breathing the words. “You are mine.”






The time spent in the past couple of hours were amazing, from the office to the bathtub, something he’d never dreamed of in his wildest dreams. Again, it was all so shocking to him but, realization hit him when he was riding his lover, like nothing. Nicholas enjoyed this greatly, it was so new and exciting. Pleasuring and joyous, never had he felt someone want him like this. He felt something inside him again, the same feeling from earlier when Valmont was inside, it was his own release. Once.. twice, three? Three times had he let go in him and it felt utterly amazing, it was something he wished for over and over. Were their going to be consequences for doing such actions, without anything? Most likely but, that didn’t register in the mind of a loved struck boy. Laying his head upon his chest as Valmont pushed, he’d breath out heavily, panting a bit.

” You’re mine too. ” He said softly.

Moments later his breathing would calm and he’d slowly sit up from his grasp. Cleaning still had to be done, it would bother him other wise. Sliding himself off his now low member he’d groan a bit from it, he pouted a bit as it came out. Letting his hand slide through the water he found the sponge and picked it up, putting soap into it. Nicholas then went into washing Val, starting from his shoulders and working his way down his body. Slowly he’d circle the sponge around his nipples and gave each a small kiss. Once his chest was finished with soap, he’d glide down a bit more, lower towards his hood. The sponge would rub up and down, cleaning and washing anything away. It would of been teasing since he was once again touching that area. After Nic would simply glide up the sponge letting the water fall and wash the soap off. Nicholas body and hair were completely wet like Val’s and it was an amazing site. A small smile propped on his lips as he looked at him directly.

” All clean now. ”





Embassy of Hell

Valmont could just lay back and watch Nicholas all day. He could finally relax and enjoy the soaking after what was another wild encounter. It was almost like they couldn’t keep their hands off each other – which was evident when Nicholas took it upon himself to wash his new lover over with the soapy sponge. Valmont wasn’t about to stop him either. He kept smirking as he felt the slippery soap being smeared over him and then washed away again. They may have both been clean now, but boy before they were really dirty. At the end of the wash, Nicholas was just as wet, as Valmont was. Almost like he’d been dunked. Valmont put his hand down to the top of the water and using his fingers, he flicked water at Nicholas playfully.

“Yeah, clean for now.”

Valmont reached for either side of the tub and then pushed himself up and threw his leg over the side so he could get out. He wasn’t one for lounging all day in the warmth of the bath. He knew that he still had a job to do, and though as much as he was enjoying Nicholas’s company, in the back of his mind he was thinking about how Zachary was getting on, in finding Bandit. Nagging questions entered his thoughts. Raul being the way he was when he left the Fallen’s temple was going to make things dangerous for both Bandit and Zachary, if the Embassy staffer didn’t get to her first.

Taking a towel off the rail, Valmont started to dry himself down as his voice would now lose its playful edge.

“We are going to have to make things ready for when Zachary returns. He may well have Bandit with him, and if that is the case, we are going to need to be on alert for the likes of Raul. There is simply no telling what he will do.”

Wrapping the towel around his hips, Valmont headed back out to find a change of clothing and start notifying the staff of Zachary’s return. This would give Nicholas a chance to finish his bath and also mull over the tryst with Valmont. It was not that Val didn’t want to stay and talk about their budding relationship, he just remembered…that he was the Ambassador and he had a job to do.



Kiss me – The Embassy : PD




Embassy of Hell

There was a great thrill for Valmont, to see his lover becoming so assertive. A new found freedom and perhaps even comfort in his own being as he was truly accepted by Valmont for being what he was. The Ambassador’s eyes glistened as he watched Nicholas come down off the table. and walk towards him. Feeling his arms come around his neck and pull the larger male towards him. Ready for anything. Valmont released a pleasured grunt that growled up from the pit of his stomach. Nicholas didn’t have to do much at all it seemed to please the incubus. That soft voice, saying that he was glad that his search was over.

Valmont reached around and cupped Nicholas’s buttocks in his large hands, when he clamored up him and then starte to kiss him with a renewed sense of love. He did it so effortlessly, and there was no way that Valmont minded, in fact he was seriously enjoying the body contact again. He carried his lover over to the large velvet love chair and laid Nicholas’s body down. He wanted to do more than just kiss him. Oh there was so much more. He wanted to show Nicholas how to simply enjoy being loved, touched and adored. Valmont was more than experienced in this area, and started off by running his hands up and down Nicholas’s chest. It didn’t matter that he had no breasts to speak of. They were just part of the anatomy missing, but surely when Valmont’s lips brushed against his nipples, he would feel that spark. That delicious sensation that would have him crying out in lustful tones.

Valmont hovered over Nicholas, teasing each nip with his tongue, while he started to go lower. The zone where it was so very much that of a woman. It was one thing to be inside him, yes that gave him pleasure, but a whole different story when simply pleasing him as a woman should be.

Like a large wolf, he started to lap his tongue through Nicholas’s folds. His tongue so rough against the suppleness of Nicholas’s clit lips. Nicholas could also see the way his head came up and then down again and again, as his husky voice let out satisfied moans. Enjoying the taste of his lover.





It was exciting to say at least, the love and touching in this. He hadn’t expected to be carried but, he was. Keeping the kissing going as long as he could, it released once he was laid on the chair. His long white hair was in a mess and all sprawled out under him again, it was truly a site. Small jerks made Nicholas body move from the kissing, once he reached the nipple he would simply let out small soft moans. This is what you called teasing and this would indeed been his first time experiencing it, it wasn’t bad. Something inside him was edging him on to be daring but, he didn’t at the moment. Feeling his tongue working, pleasure shot through him.

” Oh Valmont, oh god. Valmont.. Hng. ” Nicholas moaned out loudly, his body slightly arching.

Moments later Nicholas hands went down and to Valmonts hair. Moments later he’d fine them in his hair, grabbing and pulling at his long locks. Feeling his body squirm a bit, he’d continue moaning out his name. It was something that would escape his lips a lot. This was a true pleasure and he was enjoying it. Seconds later his eyes would close and he bit his lip a bit, he would make sure to repay him after.




Embassy of Hell

Nicholas’s taste was exquisite, but what made it even more enjoyable was how he responded to Nicholas’s attentions. The gripping of his hair and forcing him down showed just how much Nic wanted this. Feeling empowered at this stage that he could direct his lover as he pleased. The moment that Valmont feel him tense and shudder, he withdrew and licked his lips happily. Propping himself up on the couch and just stroking Nicholas’s knee as he lay there – spent.

“You are more addictive than wine, my love.” Valmont said huskily as he tipped his head back on the couch and just let all the worries in the world go for now. It was like spending time with Nicholas like this as being a good way to ease the stresses of the day, but not only that, he had found himself a new lover and one that had been right under his nose the whole time.

Thoughts turned towards Zachary for a moment, and Valmont let out a sigh. He didn’t plan on telling Zach right away. Not while this was so very new. He would always make sure that Nicholas was happy with the choices that they made together as a couple. Unified.

It was the way it should be. Valmont being very aware that coming out to him was a really huge deal. It begged the question, would this change Nicholas’s behavior? Feeling more at peace in his own skin, knowing that he was loved and accepted for what and who he is.

Glancing down at Nicholas lovingly, Valmont said. “If you want to go take a shower, I won’t stop you.” Figuring that after everything that might be a good idea. They had barely gotten back, and after their tryst in the office, Nicholas might feel more refreshed after being washed.

“I’ll wait here of course.” Said with a content smile, as he made no move to go and get dressed or change himself.





Haze and pleasure had been the two things Nicholas felt at this moment. You could say he was in a blissful state and it felt nice, feeling him move he relaxed. Slightly his head moved and chuckled at his comment, was he that good? It made him ponder as he snickered a little after.

” Do I really taste that good? ” He asked quietly.

He thought back to what happened, it was really exquisite. One thing he felt good about is that Valmont obviously loved the way he was. The only other person who had known about him was Zachary and he wondered how he’d take it with them. It should be fine for them to be open? It was a question he wondered, granted he didn’t want to give away himself so it’d be tricky. With a soft sigh he smiled as he told him to go take a shower.

” Ahn, no. I got something else in mind, you’ve pleased me, let me please you. ” Nicholas said with a smirk, what did he mean?

Sitting up Nicholas would move to crawl down towards Valmonts waist, his hand sliding against his inner thigh. His soft lips went to kiss his right nipple, sliding his tongue around and moving over to the left, doing the same. His lips stayed on each nipple for a minute, slightly sucking and nipping. After a couple he’d make his way down with kisses, kissing the bottom of his length. Slowly he’d kiss up the side, kissing the tip and then slightly licking, licking down the the opposite side. A smirk came to his lips, his hair falling around as he moved it to the side a bit. Nicholas would place his lips onto the tip and gently rolled his tongue around, sucking and taking only a little in at a time, teasing him.




Embassy of Hell

Valmont was hardly expecting that Nicholas would turn the tables on him. Already well sated from their tryst thus far, he was thinking that the young man would indeed wish to go and wash the grime from the trip off, along with the remains of their sexual encounter. However, it was Nicholas moving across to him. Crawling upon the floor as he had a delicious smirk upon his sweet lips.

” Ahn, no. I got something else in mind, you’ve pleased me, let me please you. ”

The ambassador’s eyebrow shot up at this. “Oh do share what you have on your mind, I think I might enjoy it.” Oh Valmont knew that whatever the boy thought that it was going to be good. Valmont’s lips parted as he was now salivating as he watched his young lover. The feel of his fingers skirting up his inner thigh made his blood sizzle. The impending attentions were going to drive him wild, there was no doubt. It was then his tongue met with Valmont’s nipple.

“Hnnnng…” He couldn’t even put a word together, just a sound that was like a croak if anything. “Nic…” Another breathless response, as he moved his hand to stroke Nicholas’s back gently. Not so much guiding him…no just wanting him to know he was indeed pleased. The way that he moved his lips, the light flicking of his tongue was incredible, especially from one that had not had much experience in the erotic arts. If anything he was a fast learner. Swallowing hard, Valmont arched his back and edged his hips outward as though presenting himself to Nicholas. Rock hard and eager once more. This was the moment he waited for, and his head lowered right on the mark of time when Nicholas took to his aching member with those same sweet lips. Nicholas was now…beautiful and tender. A gentleness in his touch.

“Yes….oh yes. More…please….take more.” He begged.





Nicholas had continued on his acts of teasing only just the tip, removing his mouth after a second. He was going to give him more but, why not just tease him a little more? Slowly he just simply let his tongue slide up and down, around and up over the tip. Continuing that as his hand crawled up to run over his testes, slowly circling around each ball slowly. Mere moments later he’d grab a hold of the two, squeezing and slightly tugging a bit. Maybe it wasn’t as pleasurable but, he had to test and see how his mate worked. His tongue swirling just a bit more and stopping, looking up at him.

” You look rather cute, begging like that. But I’ll give more, my.. lover.” Nicholas had said the first part in a teasing matter but, was slightly serious on the last note.

Once again he’d place his lips back to the tip, setting them there, not moving at all. Finally his head would slide down as he took in the tip fully, his lips sliding down inch by inch, taking in more and more of the hardness. About half way he’d stop and then moved his head back up, pushing it down seconds after. His head would continue on in doing bobbing motions, taking in more from the middle every time, eventually reaching the end. It felt funny at first, feeling it all in and down his throat but, it wasn’t as bad. Nicholas would close his eyes gently and continued on again, his hands still circling under the shaft.




Embassy of Hell

Never before had Valmont had to beg for anything in a sexual manner. Always been the one to initiate and give pleasure as he saw fit. But to actually beg Nicholas…to spur him to do more was all too easy to do. He completely surrendered to his young lover. A light chuckle came from him when Nicholas was so bold to say that Valmont was cute when he begged.
Cute? That was a new word to describe the Ambassador. Valmont reached down with both hands. His fingers gracing Nicholas’s cheeks, only to push back to draw Nic’s hair back behind his ears. That image of how he looked with his lips just touching the very tip of Valmont’s length could not be described as cute. it was so sinfully erotic. Valmont ran his tongue across his upper lip, letting it poke at the side just a moment as his fingers continued to move through Nich’s hair until they were to meet at the back of his head. He wanted to apply light pressure as though to give him just a bit of control as he felt he needed. But Nicholas was way ahead of him, already pushing his head down freely, much to Valmont’s desire and delight. He panted hard as his jaw slackened. The subtle way that his young lover tugged on his balls as he took him deep into his mouth was almost all consuming. Valmont’s head fell back on the chair and he kneaded Nicholas’s head with his finger tips.

“Oh God….Love….yes, that’s it.” Nichoas started a rhythm that had Valmont so aroused, he couldn’t help but buck a bit on the chair. His need growing, as did the thickness within Nic’s mouth. The ambassador toyed with Nic’s hair – pulling it gently, then releasing when Nicholas took him in all the way. Loud grunts mixed with moans were now filling the room. His hands moved to Nic’s shoulders as he let them rest there and let his lover take him as he wanted. A little pre leaked from the tip, so now Nic would have a taste of his lover’s sex. At this rate there was going to be so much more to come.




It started with a kiss – The Embassy : PD




Pure bliss and pleasure had ran through the males body, something he truly loved at that moment. It was rather interesting process, feeling him deep inside. Valmont had let himself go after and you could say Nicholas had moaned out to himself from the other release. This was something different and he wondered if it would happen again. His question was answered with Val’s comment and he let out a small chuckle.

” Not amazing as you, and no.. It didn’t hurt much after, it felt wonderful. ” he had said towards him.

Sitting on the edge he was still close to him and it felt good. The kiss that was placed again felt better and he did indeed hope the next time was better, not like he didn’t enjoy this one himself. It surprised him hearing Valmont say he’d love him forever, was that going to change his ways? What exactly did this mean for them now, they both took each other as their own. There was bound to be consequences, no? Many questions wondered through his head but his head snapped towards the open door. Seeing the maid you could say Nicholas moved quick to bring his legs up against his chest, wrapping his arms around them. This had been embarrassing her walking in and seeing them like this, especially Nicholas and what he was. His normal face once again had returned a bit red and he looked to the opposite side of the room.

” Well, this isn’t awkward at all.” The boy said finally remaining quiet after.




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“Not at all.” Valmont offered a simple three word response as he turned his head ever slowly to see the maid standing there, dropping her feather duster and gawking at the pair in deep shock. It was not exactly what how you would expect to find the Ambassador and his assistant, and there was probably going to be the need for explaining. But that was where Valmont showed a different expression. More one of amusement. How odd. Was he not embarrassed to be found in such a compromising position. In fact, he took it in his stride. Though Nicholas was pulling back and drawing his legs up, Valmont turned and as bold as a peacock, he strutted towards the woman butt naked. His length was still covered in Nicholas’s ministrations, and Valmont couldn’t be prouder. The maid gasped as she watched him walk towards her. You had to admit he was incredibly good looking, especially like this.

“Enjoy the show, Martha?” Valmont’s voice had a sultry edge to it, and he then leaned casually upon the door frame, as she wrang her hands and looked panicked. “And no…I’m not going to invite you in.” This he was adament about. A slight pause happened, before he reached out and grabbed the girl by the back of the head and then forced her to the wall of the corridor. His eyes blazing as he locked on hers.

“You didn’t see anything unusual. Just Nicholas and I searching for….my pencil.”

“Just searching for a pencil, My Lord.”

“Good girl. Now, why don’t you go check on the kitchens and see when dinner will be ready.” Valmont flashed a grin, as he used his ability of mental manipulation to compel her to do his wishes. When she nodded slowly, he released her hair and then patted her head like she was a child.

“Off you go then.”

The maid bobbed a curtsey and hurried off, completely oblivious now. Just the way that Valmont liked it. A chuckle escaped his lips, as he re entered his office and made sure this time to lock the door when he closed it.

“Women…” This was said with a sarcastic tone. He then sauntered back over to Nicholas with a wicked grin.

“Now…where were we?”




Not at all he saids, not at all? That’s crazy! Nicholas was beyond flushed and nervous, he sat there with himself still covered. Watching him walk Nicholas eyes trailed down his back all the way to his feet, he was a handsome man. You could say he got lucky in this right now, he had him to his self. Watching with a tilted head he had to give him props for walking like that, he was a man after all. Biting down on his lip he’d listen to the conversation, compulsion was coming into play. A small sigh of relief left his lips, he was saved. It was amusing watching him talk and command her, it made him think if he’d ever use it on him; to make him one of his things. Nicholas would shake his head at the thing he said, searching for a pencil, real original. The door had locked and Nicholas was wondering what was going to happen.

” Yes woman, such a pain. God, that was embarrassing. ” He had said rolling his eyes playfully and saying sarcastically but, the last part was hushed.

Nicholas couldn’t complain, he was half of one and he understood them. Watching his face something went through Nicholas, what was the grin for? Once Valmont was back in front of him he’d yet to put his legs back down, perhaps he was playing with him? He was indeed and it was funny.

” You were saying you’d love me forever. ” Nic said repeating what he had said earlier, before interruption.

With that his face had turned once again with a blush. This was still new and he had in fact just gotten his first lover, let alone it was his employer at first. This would be something he wondered how Zachary and the rest would take it, maybe it’d work out though.




Embassy of Hell

Valmont couldn’t help but laugh now, as the moment passed. Sure, the surprise of the maid entering the room was ill timed, but fixing the situation took very little effort on the Ambassador’s part. It was easy to see though that it troubled Nicholas. He looked adorable, trying to cover himself when the maid appeared so unexpectedly. Taking charge of the situation so that it didn’t spiral into something worse, Valmont showed a side of himself that the young man may not have ever witnessed before. It was in fact very rare to see a public use of his mind manipulation technique. The ambassador knew that women’s tongue were as loose as old pantie elastic, and their affair being still in it’s infancy was something that Valmont wanted to protect. Not just for the sake of what Nicholas was, but also because to Valmont this was a very private affair. What they shared was so special to Valmont, and he was not about to force Nicholas out into the open with his sexuality.

Standing before him now, as Nicholas lowered his legs on the table and appeared to relax some, Valmont was more than happy to answer any questions that he had. Course, the way that he agreed about the statement Women.. had Valmont laugh heartily once more. “We are going to have to get used to the odd walk in.” Being that the Embassy employed so many people, that was a forgone conclusion. “We just need to remember to lock the door.” This was said with a wink, while Valmont ran his hand up and down Nicholas’s inner thigh. It wasn’t a sign that he was about to flip the boy over and have him again, just that he wanted to touch him and be close.

” You were saying you’d love me forever. ” Nicholas was getting back to what was being said before the interruption. Valmont had a moment to think about this and what he meant by it. Keeping his eyes focused on Nicholas, he said “I don’t normally take lovers. Nor have I had a relationship that was anything more than a passing fancy.” Valmont was being as open as he could be with Nicholas, he deserved that much.

“What I feel for you, is what I have been searching for…..forever.” It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what he meant now. What they had was true, even if it was unconventional. “I meant what I said, you were made for me.”

His voice was lower than before, as though these words were just for Nicholas, no one else. 






A feeling of comfort had run through Nicholas as Valmont rubbed his inner thigh. He felt use to it so he hadn’t been blushing anymore of it. This had been a sad night but, a joyful night. Nicholas had found someone who loved him and he found someone he loved. Seeing the wink he’d chuckle a bit at the comments and snickered a little. He realized that this would be private for both of them and he knew why. Nicholas wasn’t exactly sure if he wanted to come out, he didn’t mind if he said he was gay but, he didn’t want it to get complicated. So he was happy that it was like this at the moment, it would be amazing in the end. It had become serious as he started talking about not finding a relationship and he thought he was truly special at this moment.

” I’ve never felt this way before and I’m truly happy about it. I never thought it’d come to this, I was always scared but, I’m not now.” He said truthfully and got off the table, standing in front of him.

Closing the gap between them he would put his arms around his neck, pulling himself up.

” I’m glad I could end your search. “ Nic said softly.

Moments later his lips were on Val’s once again, his body lifting himself up. His legs were wrapped around Valmont’s waist as he held him close. It surprised him that he was able to lift himself up like this but, he just wanted to feel on him again. Maybe this was still the hormones? No, it was love that he wanted and he would be happy with just kissing or that. These experiences were amazing to Nic and he’d like to experience more.


Tripod – Cuckold.


I arrived home early,
She thought that I’d be late,
And my girly,
Wasn’t waiting at the gate.
I climbed the stairs,
The stairs that I had climbed a hundred times before
And there, I heard a noise
Behind the bedroom door.
A silent prayer, escaped my lips as if I knew what was in store,
I, I,
I tore the bedsheet off, and there she was with another man,
I looked into her eyes and then I knew
I am now a cuckold,
She cuckolded me.
When your love is loving someone else,
A cuckold you be,
This cuckoldation, has cuckoldafied me,
And cuckoldentilly I’m cuckoldised by her cuckoldity.
Cuckoldish me, life has taken on a cuckoldastic twist,
I should have seen, when I looked at her,
She was a cuckoldist
I am now a cuckold,
She cuckolded me,
When your love is loving someone else,
A cuckold will you be.
Her cuckoldastic tendencies have brought me to my knees,
Oh please, I reminise on my pre-cuckishious period
And these cuckolditory things that make me post-cuckoldic,
Ah cuck,
I feel like such a cuckhead.
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh.

Love Interrupted – The Embassy : PD

Continuing from The Heat of the Moment, Valmont and Nicholas’s tryst becomes something more than either had anticipated.  (Fantasy RP – Yaoi)



As wrong as it was, the two males were here doing this and making it go fully. Nicholas had felt at complete bliss with his fingers working in him. His kisses would continue slightly, nibbling and leaving small marks on his neck. Feeling his hips move back and fourth, he’d move his hand quicker, squeezing much more on his member. He had to admit, he was a good size for what he was and he didn’t mind it. Feeling his fingers slide out a small groan would escape his lips with a pout. Nicholas was enjoying it but, he knew what was to come next. Being there half on him he’d watch him suck the juice and panted a bit. His head tilted a bit as he watched him throw off his pants and throw everything onto the floor. It would be something he’d most likely be picking up after, it was him after all. After being fully nude from the strip and laid on the table, Nicholas looked up at him lovingly.

Once he was rubbing you could say something moved in Nic. It felt so good at the moment and small moans escaped his lips. Laying there his arms would relax against the side of the table, watching and listening to him. His eyes filled with Lust, his own filled with it too, along with many other things. He wouldn’t want anyone after, he had opened himself up and exposed him in this room, he wouldn’t see himself accepting as Valmont was. Nicholas was ready and once he felt the tip to his entrance, you’d think the next moments would be the most amazing thing ever but, it wasn’t at it seems. Once he pushed again entering him, a huge pain ran through his body. Instantly he had let his nails scratch into the desk, tears were flooding his eyes and sliding down.

” V-V-Valmont, i-i-it hurts! Ah, god.. ” He would of cried out, drowning out Val’s own pleasurable cries.

Nicholas body had arched up and his nails digging into the desk more, bleeding from the scratching. No amount of words could describe the main as he moved in deeper into him, you’d think he would of broke but, he didn’t. Remembering the female anatomy this was the moment he had lost his hymen to the man before him. His words were a blur but, he heard them. After a couple of moves inside the pain would ease but, still remain. It was not becoming pleasurable and something inside Nic sparked as he looked at him, tears done but, still lingering.

” Valmont.. oh Valmont, please take me..” He had moaned out finally. Feeling truly different, his arms going up and wrapping around his neck, nails slightly sliding against his back.




Embassy of Hell

That moment when Nicholas cried out, that he was in such pain from Valmont’s hard thrust had brought a look of shock and surprise. Nicholas…was a virgin. Blinking for a moment, as though he could hardly believe this was real the incubus suddenly felt a great sense of pride, though seeing Nicholas in such pain awakened something else. The demon within him almost sang at the beauty of such a moment. The blood flowed as the hymen was broken, and Valmont wanted nothing more than to kiss away those tears. Yes, the pain would be felt as it was a rite of passage, but God….the colour of his cheeks, the way he arched his back. It did nothing but excite Valmont even further. Valmont was his first…and he was going to be his last.

Slowly…ever slowing he pulled out of the young one – gazing down at his blood coated member. He was almost out, when he looked back up at his lover. “The pain is nothing compared to the bliss I shall give you.” Words of comfort almost, as he brought himself down to be covering his lover. Valmont went slow. Precise thrusts that were designed to ease Nicholas through the pain. It was incredibly intimate. Nothing could compare to this. Valmont could start to feel Nicholas relax, and then he moaned his name. Begging….yes begging for more.

Valmont would do more than just oblige. He started to kiss those tear stained cheeks, his hips now rolling in an age old rhythm. It was like they were the perfect fit for each other and Valmont whispered into Nicholas’s ear.

“You were made for me. My darling.’ This meant that all inhibitions were gone. Valmont saw Nicholas as being his soul mate, his equal. Those silver eyes held tears, but the beauty of the moment would only grow, as he held Nicholas down and showed him what love was. Their cheeks rubbed against each other each time their hips smacked together. Deeper and deeper….harder and harder. Both racing now with their needs wanting fulfillment. Valmont’s lips hungrily sought that of his lover. Kissing him with a raw passion as he found the inner spot within Nicholas, that would take him higher.

He only stopped kissing, to watch in awe of Nicholas’s face. He wanted to see him reach that peak. He wanted to engrave it into his heart and mind.

“Enjoy me.”





Embassy of Hell

Nicholas had shuttered a bit from the pulling out, watching him. Hearing his words did indeed bring comfort to him, it was good. Once again feeling him go in, he thought it’d hurt but it didn’t. Feeling them slow and steady he relaxed his body back down against the table. It was a amazing feeling and he knew exactly from those words that he was being truthful. The kisses brought a small smile to his lips, moans starting up again as he moved more. It was something truly good and he couldn’t get enough of it. Hearing his words a gasp would escape his lips and his eyes widened, was that it? Had he taken him to be his lover, it was a shock to him.

” I was made for you.. ” He spoke softly, face still slightly red from before.

The next moments were true love making and Nicholas body wanted to cry out in pleasure from it. He wouldn’t let it happen yet. Closing his eyes he’d once again arch his upper half up as he hit his spot. Something about it made his body feel amazing and he wanted more. Once his lips fell upon him again, he’d kiss back with just as much passion for his love. Nicholas wanted Valmont to feel his love too, he wanted it all. With the deepness and pace, he could feel that it was closing in on his time. Both there hips rocking into each other he’d open his eyes and looked directly into Valmonts, slightly shuttering some and then something shattered in him. Something he hadn’t felt before but, he had released and with it he cried out loudly from the immense pleasure. He did take his words and enjoyed him, giving him something in return. Panting and breathing a bit hard, he’d relax once more against the table for the last time.

” Val.. I-I-I l-love you, that was amazing”

Those words had come out slowly and calmly, he was a bit shocked he had said it. Being true to his words he would lean up and wrap his arms around Valmonts neck. He’d pull his head down and kiss him once again softly and lovingly.

Razorbackwriter:Embassy of Hell

Whoever could have imagined that this scene would come to fruition? Nicholas experiencing the dizzying heights of what was his first ever orgasm, and to have surrended his heart body and soul to that of the Ambassador. Nothing more beautiful than seeing that face. Not only seeing it, but feeling the way that Nicholas’s body tensed up and then the slow and yet powerful release. It was enough to drive the incubus on and he did so. Taking in those last moments to gasp….and then cry out as he was brought to the spectacular end. Heart beats so strong as he thrust those last few times, to capture the final moments of Nicholas’s own release. There were no words to describe it. The pleasure was beyond measure, and the words shared were so quiet. Nicholas fell….right then and there. Head over heels for this man that had just showed him what love was. The room again fell to silence, as the lovers kissed so tenderly. Valmont laying on his lover, still deep inside of him – spent.

Nicholas had his arms around his neck as though not ever wanting to let him go. Valmont couldn’t help but smile as small drops of sweat ran down his forehead.

“No, you are the one who is amazing.” He said almost breathlessly, as he went to stand, but brought his lover so that he was sitting upon the desk edge. Their eyes still focused on each other. Valmont didn’t even consider the fact that he had just came inside Nicholas. He was too caught up in this affair. The passionate and beautiful gift that they now shared. He then remembered the pain that Nicholas had suffered, and this caused Valmont to frown a little.

“I hope I didn’t hurt you too bad.” Valmont’s hands cupping his lover’s face.

“The next time, will be better….I promise.” Losing himself in Nicholas’s eyes, he then kisses him again, but harder this time. As though sealing his words with a kiss. He broke it cause something popped in his mind that he had to say.

“I’m going to love you forever.” He wanted so badly now to carry Nicholas back to his room and show him what he meant, when the door suddenly opened. A maid had heard the items being knocked off the desk and came to check for herself, only to see Nicholas and Valmont in a compromising position.

“MY LORD!” ~RB~ 

The Heat of the Moment – The Embassy : PD

The Heat of the Moment.



Tsu:  It had been really nice to be like this, just sitting there and nothing going on. He listened to the words and let out a small chuckle, it was indeed funny how Valmont acted sometimes.

” Just a scratch? It is not, it’s a gash that was treated.” He said towards him and let a small sigh escape his lips.

Hearing about the last statement he only nodded his head in agreement. Zachary was a powerful person and he would do good in bringing back the two. It had been a sad night but, it was slowly getting better and Nicholas would make sure Valmont wouldn’t do something stupid but, he didn’t know what was to happen. Seeing Val’s hand move to undo the second button and then another, along with another and it being completely open. It took a second to sink in on what he was doing, lost in thoughts for the moment. Feeling something soft hit his shoulders he realized that Valmont had moved closer and Nicholas hair was down. ‘It looks much better down.’ that comment along made his face heat up with redness slightly.

Shocked beyond belief was the right term to use for Nicholas right now. Feeling himself pulled into him, against his chest only made his body slightly heat up more. Nicholas could smell the hunger and feelings coming off Valmont and he wasn’t surprised, Val was attracted to females. He knew this was clear enough as to why he was doing what he was doing right now to him. Did Nicholas want to go through with this? It was a conflicting feeling he had at that moment, he didn’t want to end up regretting or hurting later.

” Valm-.. “ Nicholas was about to protest but, he had been cut off with lips pressed against his own.

Feeling his hips against Valmonts he could indeed feel it, pressing into him and it was rather arousing. His breath had hitched a bit in the kiss and he had hummed a ‘Mhm’ to the question. After a second he lost it, he had started kissing him back. Gladly opening his lips to allow his tongue inside, being greeted by his own tongue. Nicholas had moved a bit to sit completely on Valmont’s lap, his legs on the side of his waist on both sides. As there bodies danced upon each other, Nic’s hands would wonder around his chest, undoing his shirt and pulling it off, just as he had to him. Feeling his bare skin against him he was slightly down about not having something besides flatness but, that was just the female part talking again.

Nicholas hand had slid down Valmonts chest down to his lower waist, over his pants and under Nicholas himself. It was surprising what he did next, he had grabbed a hold of his growth and gently squeezed, releasing after. Be it Nicholas hadn’t had intercourse before he knew what to do, his body not of his own and reacting on its own in many ways, Nicholas hadn’t felt this way before.



Embassy of Hell

What they were doing in a sense was taboo, and against everything that Valmont ever thought he was capable of. But this feeling simply wouldn’t die. The more that they kissed, the harder that Valmont grew, and of course when Nicholas moved his hand down and grabbed a hold of his aching shaft, Valmont was lost to the moment. He let out a loud growl of intense pleasure. Nicholas may not have been experienced in the arts of love making, but he sure knew how to get a handle on things. It was only when Nic released him that the incubus wanted to excite him further. His hand fumbled as it undid the belt that held up Nicholas’s pants, and with liquid like reflexes, he was able to get his hand into Nicholas’s pants, and delve between what he found to be sweet wet folds of skin.

“There you are.” Valmont whispered in a husky voice, now moving his lips to Nicholas’s neck – feasting on his soft skin with well trained lips. His fingers sliding in and out of Nic’s wet lower lips, till he found the entrance to what was the jewel that he sought. He brought his head back as one hand was supporting Nicholas’s buttocks, the other was now delving deeper to drive Nicholas wild with desire and want. There was going to be no stopping the incubus, now that he had his fingers teasing his entrance so eagerly.

“I want to be inside you.” Valmont stared at Nicholas breathing harder. His fingers pushing their way inside – one first….then the second as he watched Nicholas’s face for a reaction. It didn’t matter anymore that Nicholas was half and half. He had found the woman that was hidden behind the veil and now he wanted to claim Nicholas as his.




Haze had filled Nicholas vision for a couple of seconds. He wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, it felt to amazing to figure what was real. Feeling him harden more against him, a small smirk came to his lips. A moment later something happened that simply aroused him beyond going back. Hearing his husky voice he leaned his head back in pleasure. Oh how it was effecting him so much, before he knew it he was moaning his name out as he continued diving in.

” Hmn, oh god Valmont.. Valmont, oh Val.. “ He had said, his breath hitching up higher.

He could feel how wet it was, his face completely flushed now. Nicholas figured he’d return the same pleasure, something he was looking forward too. Letting his hand slide down his chest and undo his pant button, just like he did and slid his hand in. Moving about he’d slide his hand in between the hole of his boxers, grabbing a hold of his hard shaft. Slowly his hand would start moving up and down it, stroking and squeezing slightly, teasing him.

” I-I-I-I want you inside me too, Valmont. “ The flushed male said.

This had been a really joyful experience and he loved it. His hand would continue on moving, his head going forward and taking his lips to Valmont’s neck, sucking. Slowly he’d continue on doing that while continuing his actions below. Nicholas was willingly going to give himself to Val tonight.

Razorbackwriter;  Embassy of Hell

The quiet of the office became filled with the light stuttering from Nicholas and the more vocal grunts coming from Valmont. The pair were now engaged in touching the other, exploring and feeling. Their desires were now rising steadily. It was only a matter of time now before they took it to the dizzying next level. This…this was so wrong and yet it felt so right and amazing. The simplest of erotic pleasures had them both feverish with want. Valmont tilted his head back just a little as he allowed Nicholas to kiss at his neck. He was responding beautifully. It was like music to hear him whisper in short bursts between the feather light kisses.

Hmn, oh god Valmont.. Valmont, oh Val.. “ How long he had waited to hear his name said with such passion, such fire. It burned into the ambassador’s mind, as his fingers thrust deeper and deeper into his new lover. Such heat and so wet. Oh he was ready. More than ready. Valmont’s hips started to rock back and forth in time with the way in which Nicholas’s fingers stroked him with more force. Squeezing…so tight. A promise of what awaited him.

” I-I-I-I want you inside me too, Valmont. “ It was said…and the look on Valmont’s face was one of amazement blended with euphoria. Sliding his fingers out of his lover’s wetness, he brought them up to his own lips and sucked off the dew, closing his eyes at the taste. Valmont set Nicholas down for a moment, only to lower his pants till he kicked them off on the floor. With both men now sheading their cloth, it was indeed a beautiful sight. Valmont’s eyes drinking in Nicholas’s body. Truth was, he was beautiful. Exquisite. Unaware that this was the very first act of intimacy that Nicholas had ever experienced, Valmont was preparing to take his lover to the moon and back.

With one hand, he swept everything off his desk so it all went crashing to the floor. He cared not for the noise that it made, or the mess. So out of character. With a look of intense hunger, he picked Nicholas up and then laid him down on the table so his hair fanned out in a beautiful fan around his face. He brought one of Nicholas’s legs up to drape over his own shoulder, as he pushed the other leg back so the knee faced up. Now, with his ripeness exposed, Valmont started to slowly rub his full grown length between the slick folds of his clit. Valmont’s jaw slackened as he closed his eyes and continued to move his hips back and forth. The dew of Nicholas’s sex was now coating Valmont’s member to the point it glistened. Hard and pink.

Opening his eyes, he stared down at Nicholas, and uttered in a deep voice riddled with lustful intent.

“You shall want no other after me.”

The final words….and Valmont took his shaft into his hand and pushed it to the opening, pressing once…twice, before sliding in. Going deeper…deeper, till their skin met, and he had him whole. Valmont let out a cry that was of joy and intense satisfaction. Tighter than any woman he had had before, Nicholas was truly special. And he was Valmont’s.

“Say my name….call to me. Beg for more.”~RB~ 

Melting onto you – GS.

Tommy and Elissa had enjoyed a wonderful dinner…and now it was time for desert.

Scene setting : Tommy’s apartment – Gantz series.

Co-written with VunG.


Razorbackwriter;  At this moment, there was simply no one alive more beautiful to Tommy than Elissa. The way she smiled at him and sweet movements to scoot close as she could to him to embrace him gently. Tommy moved his hand away from her face so that he could strum her thigh, which was now draped over Tommy’s own legs. She was making herself comfortable, that was for sure, and after the meal – who could blame her?

Even though Elissa couldn’t speak audibly, it was like she didn’t need to. Tommy could just stare at her all night long, if he had the chance. Enraptured by her….all of her. He eased back into the couch further, not even bothering to reach for a remote, or try to avert her attention any other way. The music was perfect in the background, and she was right about the ambiance. Just holding her was enough. Oh, he could whip her up and carry her off to the bedroom in caveman style, and then make hard and passionate love to her for hours, but when it came down to it, the way he felt about Elissa was so much deeper than just pleasing the body. In his heart…his mind, he wanted to savor the closeness. Like it was forming an unbreakable bond between them. Tommy wanted to be loving…slow with his touch. Actually explore her in a way that could have him memorize her body just from his fingertips.

Tommy kept smiling at her, as he reached up again and started to toy with her hair, winding it around his fingers just to feel the softness. He dipped his head so that he could run his nose through her hair again, like he had that night in her apartment. She would be able to feel the heat of his breath as he breathed out of his nose. Tommy closed his eyes and just let his hands wander freely across her. She was soft…warm. With Elissa, Tommy was truly home.



VunG:  It was so rare that Elissa felt so thoroughly understood by someone, when she felt like her disability was nonexistent. With Tommy she felt as if she were back to normal, like she was how she’d been all those years ago. Every smallest beat of the music seemed to add to this gentle mood, the soft light, the soft touch of his hands, it was all that she could have ever wanted from this moment. They were content, they were happy, and they were together.

She could keep going with a frantic pace forever, or so she felt, but she wasn’t that base. There was a time when she enjoyed the slower moments of life, almost preferred them at some point… and now that she had one of those happening now she didn’t want to let go. As Tommy’s hands slowly traced across her, her own would begin to feel his, her eyes closing as she tried to learn every curve of her beloved’s body, just savoring him in every way she could. As he began toying with her hair, she felt a girlish smile appear on her face and she leaned into him a little to allow him better access, and eventually she wrapped her arms around him and just embraced him, letting out a deep, content sigh. This was what she needed… with Tommy she felt safe… she felt valued… she felt like she could just be herself, not just as she was now, but as she used to be.


Razorbackwriter;  God, she had the most beautiful smile. Tommy had been lucky enough to see it, when he moved his head back slightly, and was just watching her when his fingers toyed with her hair. What was even better, only he was privy to it. Those lips…boy did they need kissing. With her moving her arms around him so that she could embrace him, Tommy chose that moment to kiss her softly. And it wasn’t just one kiss either. He kissed her feather light, then tugged at her bottom lip after hearing that contented sigh. Did she have any idea just what she did to him? Her fingers had awoken his skin with her playful strumming. Lightly dancing across his body as she did the same thing he did. Explore.

Tommy pulled her up and then made it so that she was straddling him upon the sofa. He wanted nothing more than to gaze up into her eyes. To feel her hair flow down against his cheeks, to make a veil from which no one else could see.


He started to unzip her dress from behind, the zip sliding down ever slowly exposing her back – till he reached for the straps and pulled them back down to fall from her shoulders. Tommy’s eyes darkened when he saw her exposed skin, radiant and so warm to touch. Closing his eyes, he leaned forward and placed a kiss just shy of where her bandaging was from the gunshot. His lips barely touching, yet his tongue wormed out from between his lips to lick the naked skin.

Tommy’s eyes flickered up to stare at hers. All the love he felt for her was now rising to the fore. There was no escaping the truth….he was crazy about her. Did she have any idea the other two women that were still fighting to have him, and yet here he was – with the woman he adored straddled across his lap.



VunG:  Oh, how Tommy’s eyes seemed to light up… the smile on his lips was a joy of course, but the one in his eyes was something entirely in a league in its own. As he brought his lips up to hers, Elissa was fully expecting to be kissed fully, but what she received instead was the most tender, soft, ethereal kiss she’d ever experienced, and ironically this was far more powerful to her. With her lips touching his ever so gently, she couldn’t help but close her eyes, embracing the moment, trying to move in tune with his, keeping their lips just barely in contact. She would gladly adjust as he brought her to straddle him, her hair falling just as they both desired to brush his cheeks and guard them against peering eyes.

As she felt and heard the dress beginning to come unzipped, she would gladly help him, still moving with what grace she could, shrugging off the fabric and letting it fall into his lap, leaving her upper body entirely bare to him. Everywhere his fingers traced she felt a wonderful electricity lance through her… oh she could not describe just what he was doing to her. This man had, in seemingly no time at all, wormed his way into her heart and, now, Tommy was all she wanted. As his lips touched that still somewhat tender area she let out a deep, wonderful sigh, eyes fluttering at the feeling; it may have been tender, but that served just as well for passion here. She found herself raising her chin softly, offering him whatever part of her he desired.

And as their eyes met, she knew without the slightest shadow of a doubt that this was deep for Tommy… this was something that he felt from the bottom of his heart… and now she realized that she felt it too. Slowly her hands would begin to peel back his shirt, in no hurry to rush this moment, but as she was enraptured by his lips’ and tongue’s touch, she could only think of that to do. Her breathing wasn’t quite heavy, but it was clear form the look on her face that she was completely in this moment.


Razorbackwriter:  At the drop of the dress that now pooled around her slim waist, Tommy was able to take in the joy of seeing her naked upper torso. Bare shoulders that he was already moving across slowly, with his wayward tongue and soft lips. He wanted to savor every part of her – travel the course of her body with his mouth, fingers and his tongue. The music in the background seemed to fade away as the beating of his heart and the wondrous sound of her quickening breaths were the symphony that he wished to hear. At the rise of her chin, Tommy let out a heady growl, and arched upward so he might now suckle at her neck. Teasing and nipping at it, while his free hand moved around to the small of her back – drawing her into him more. Almost like he was trying to support her so she didn’t fall back. The flicker of her hair touching his cheek sent a thrill through him, and his fingers started to dig into her back. Flinching and feeling the softness of her skin, while his lips were busy working along the nape of her neck.

Elissa had already pulled off his shirt, which was now discarded on the floor, and they were now both bare chested. Skin touching skin. Tommy was taking it all slowly. Unlike the first night that they spent together. This was how it should have been. True love making. Letting the petting and kissing linger so that it brought them up to a dizzying height, that when they did free fall into orgasmic bliss, it would be of the kind that had been written by the great romantic authors.

Tommy drew his head back….a fine line of saliva falling from his bottom lip as he stared up at her in wonderment. She was even more beautiful in the glow of the candlelight. It was almost as though she wasn’t even real. A dream that he could touch and feel. She was a goddess of his waking dreams, a siren that did not need a voice to call him into her. Tommy brought both arms around her in a sudden movement as he rested his cheek to her chest, cradling her to him as though he never wanted to let her go. He panted for a moment, before he felt the hardness of her nipples, only turning his head so he could envelope one into his mouth. A groan unlike any she would have heard before escaped him, as he started to nip and suck at it – his hands firmly holding her back.



VunG:  Elissa let out a deep, heady sigh as Tommy’s lips went on their journey up to her neck, the sensation of his touch drowning out all other thoughts or ideas from her mind. Her hands simply held onto his shoulders, keeping herself balanced and drawing her to him as his hands did the same. It was probably wise that he was holding her, because as it was she felt like leaning back a bit, letting herself get lost in the feel of his grip, his fingers’ touch more pleasant than anything else in the world. This was how love-making was supposed to go, not just quick sex and finish it, but to slowly savor it, let the music of the body dictate action, to slowly build yourself up into a booming crescendo. And as her fingers caressed at his shoulders and he at her body, their skin so tight and his body illuminated so wonderfully in the candle light… ah she could ask for nothing better.

She let out a slightly startled, but amused gasp as his grip shifted, but happily allowed it, pausing to kiss the top of his head while her hands reached down his back a bit. And then, he began to kiss at her breast, and while she had no idea why it was, it absolutely drove her wild inside. She tilted her head back and let out a deep whisper of, “Hhyesss…” her breathing deepened by the feeling. In desperation to feel more of that, she groped at her other hand, holding herself as tight as she could into him, wanting him to keep going, to take her however he felt, to just let themselves be absorbed into each other.


Razorbackwriter:  The sound that Elissa made drove Tommy to want to explore his beauty all the more. His hands cradled her back while he continued to suck at her right breast with a fervor that would make her feel truly a woman. All she could see would be the top of his head and hear the sound of his lips smacking and sucking her skin into his eager mouth. He wasn’t going hard, but there was an intensity to his actions. He moaned deeply, his fingers digging in and out of her back – flexing, almost like he was kneading her skin. He only pulled away enough that his eyes trailed to the other one, and with the nipple fully erect and hard, he needed to experience that one as well. Tommy groaned her name before taking her into his mouth again, all the while he was growing beneath her. Wriggling in his seat as he became uncomfortable in his denim jeans. They were restricting him now, since his eagerness meant that he was now swelling.

The music continued to play the soundtrack to their ministrations, with Tommy losing himself to his bewitching lover. His tongue flicked and he started to nip at her taut nipples. Tracing his tongue slowly around the swollen areola. Tommy bit down and then drew his head back so he was stretching her breast out to only let go and watch it spring back. His cheeks were now flushed, and hungrily he started to lick away at her breast, enticing her to beg for more – or order him to take her to the next level.



VunG:  Ah, Tommy’s mouth felt like a work of art right now… the work it did to her, the sounds that came from it, it all was maddening. As he worked his magic on her, her own fingers squeezed at his back, unable to come up with something other than be consumed in this wonderful moment. She would sigh and occasionally let out a soft moan-like sound at his work, especially when she felt herself pushed from below by something that was quite obviously male and hard. With his attention shifted, she groped her free breast and would continue to make assorted sounds of pleasure, almost wanting to tear his pants off, but too enraptured by his treatment to bother. Eventually he would go and pull on her nipple, and she would make a sound almost like she was being pulled taught like a bow before “firing” when he released. It was kind of strange how her breast reacted to that, and while it was a touch painful, it was still intriguingly enticing.

As he continued to work away, she let out another sigh, using one hand to push her onto her breast again, wanting to keep this going, to just keep building this tension. In the meantime though, she slowly began to undo his pants, to get that little soldier free for both of them. When they were ready to continue, she wanted as little delay as possible.



Razorbackwriter:  Completely lost in the moment of tasting his beautiful Elissa, Tommy didn’t realize that she was now delving lower with her hand to unfasten his belt buckle and start to slowly undo his pants. Such nimble fingers working on a sole objective to release his hardness from the confines of his weathered jeans. it gave way easily enough, with his thickened member now pushing hard against the soft cotton of his briefs. Tommy let out a groan as he felt the belt and pants give way, and he stopped the licking to stare up at her in wonder. She’d already been pushing her own breast in to massage it, while he had been teasing her other breast so hungrily. Now both were covered in the glaze of his saliva.

“Up.” Nick said but one word, that he hoped she’d understand so that he could wiggle out of his jeans and kick them off onto the floor at his feet. He wanted to go further than just foreplay. Dinner was now a distant memory, and he was now very excited, wanting to feel her again from the inside.

Once she knelt upward of him so he had freedom to move, he would ease back down beneath her, only with his bare skin touching the leather of the couch. He was fully erect and on display for her – an eager smile upon his lips.

“Down you come.” Nick reached for her hips, so that he could help position her over him in just the right place. His own hips moving up off the couch, so she could feel him waiting for her….aching.



VunG:  Elissa didn’t mind the fact that her breasts were covered in his saliva, in fact the coolness it provided was strangely pleasant, and again the work done to get them that way was more than worth it. Once she got his pants undone, she would gladly feel it around a bit, squeezing him slightly and running her fingers across the tip, even if it was just through the cotton. It wouldn’t last long though, and soon her beloved Tommy would decided that he wanted to continue with this, do it proper and pleasure both of them properly. Fine by her. She obediently lifted up for him when asked, hands on his shoulders for balance while got his pants off and moved her dress away (forgot if it was still there, but not anymore). She wouldn’t even need his statement to come down, she would gladly look down at his wondrously pleasing member once all was off and would reach down with her right hand to grasp it lightly under the tip, her thumb rubbing him slightly as she thought to line everything up.

Once he told her what to do though, she would slowly bring herself down onto him and, as she felt contact she let out a deep sigh of pleasure and looked up towards the ceiling as she slowly pushed herself on. She bit her lip as she sheathed him fully, cherishing the wonderful feeling of having him inside her. When she’d pushed as far as she could go, she looked back down at him, a longing look in her eye as she leaned in to him, touching her lips to his while her fingers squeezed onto his shoulders, bringing her other hand back up in the meantime. She was ready for whatever he wanted to throw at her, and right now she felt like having a deep, slowly, passionate night with him. Assuming he had no qualms, she kiss him fully with a soft sensual hum and slowly lift herself up (mostly with her legs), then when the music told her to brought herself back down, bathing in the simple bliss of this flawless moment.


Razorbackwriter:  The music was slow…sensual. The perfect accompaniment to their love making. In fact, it set the tone, and timing to which his lover could now move. With her straddling him in all her glory – her body shining and glistening, Elissa was like a goddess. One that Tommy wanted to worship with all he had within him. Although he had given her the orders on how to move so that he could free himself from his jeans and jocks, now she was in a position of power. Tommy eased back even further into the leather lounge, staring up at Elissa’s face. Nothing beat watching the changing expressions as she lowered herself down upon him. The drop of her bottom lip, before drawing it in enough to chew. God he wanted to bite that lip now. But he soon got swept away as she enveloped him. Squeezing the shaft with her inner ribbed folds of flesh. It was hot…wet, and down right wonderful.


Feeling her dig her nails into his bare shoulders, Tommy released an animal like grunt. Elissa came down and took him all the way in. So far he was practically in her womb. The right corner of his lip curved upward slightly and when she had left a trace of a kiss upon his lips, he breathed “Fuck me slow…make every bounce count.”

His large hands reached around so that he could hold those glorious mounds in his grip. He wanted to feel her every quake and shiver as she used him for her own ends. He wanted to see her reach her climax – to see her truly blossom as a woman upon him. To go slow would only give them more sexual satisfaction. Elissa was Tommy’s sexual siren…the woman with no voice who used her body to sing to the heavens.

Tommy hardened all the more inside her. Rock hard and twitching.



VunG:  Elissa wasn’t even trying to be in power; as far as she was concerned Tommy was her king. The way the light cast on him, this wonderful setting he’d created, how kindly he’d treated her, his warm embrace, she knew that she was falling for him. She had been slower than him to realize it, but now that the thought was registering she was on a nosedive… and she was perfectly fine with that. She wanted to do everything she could for him in this moment, to share the pleasure as fully as possible while they made deep, passionate love in this wonderful night. His words were redundant to her plans, but reassuring that they were on the same wavelength.

As his hands gripped her backside and she felt him encouraging her forward, she would gladly lift herself up and bring herself down onto him, beginning a slow, gentle pace. She wasn’t really bouncing, she had control the whole way through and was making sure to run the full length of the shaft every time. Her lips very quickly came to embrace his and she would begin her trademark wispy moans into his mouth, her every action full of passion, but slow and intimate. She had every intention of slow burning this and praising Tommy’s body with her every motion–to embrace this love without the timidness she’d shown earlier. The feel of his stone hard member sliding ever so pleasantly through her folds was incredible, but what truly made this was the intimate nature here… and she was going to milk it for all it was worth, only speeding up at a very gradual pace.


Razorbackwriter:  Their slow moving shadows were now cast against the wall behind them. The music a sweet symphony to their coupling, as Elissa took to the task of making love to Tommy just as he had asked. Tommy closed his eyes as he let himself give in to the moment. That delicious feeling of her enveloping him till she could take no more was sheer heaven. Not just that, but matched with her deep kisses that were coupled with those gentle moans, he felt that he was making love to an angel of heaven. This was heaven on earth, right in his own lounge room. The pace was perfect. Not too fast that she would smack her skin to his, but just enough to get a good rhythm building between them. His hands started to slide from the hold he had upon her ass cheeks, to that of her back. Strumming it delicately with his coarse fingers as though she was an instrument of love. The embodiment of passion. Watching her rise and fall, as he opened his eyes brought about another wolfish grin that he could hardly suppress.


Tommy groaned loudly, but then he suddenly wanted a change in tact. Huskily he whispered, “I’m hungry for you.” Sure, he was enjoying her upon him, but this sudden urge to delve into her sweet flesh was rising faster than he could contain. Lifting her off him, he laid her down on the couch, with one leg hanging off the side and the other bent upon the soft of the leather. He crawled up onto all fours, and took the higher leg, draping it over his shoulder. He was now licking his lips as he stared at her most intimate place. The wetness of her lips, and the redness of skin was almost crying out to him to be savored. “God, you’re so wet.”

Without a moment’s hesitation he buried his face deep into her nether regions. lapping slowly at her dew covered folds. Tasting the goodness, as his tongue wound up and flicked deep inside her warmth. When he looked up at her, he would replace his tongue with two fingers, to pump in and out slowly, his lips and nose already wet from her ministrations. “Like that?” He ran his tongue across his top row of teeth, before going back under for more of her.






The final act, continued from Predator or Prey.  As we have learnt, the cards never lie, and so the two are now destined to share the same fate.

Co-written with SA.


RB:  -Feeling Sophia loosen her grip upon him, Nick actually started to smile.  He had uncovered her for what she was.  Figured out the truth behind the mask, and that this whole thing was directed at procuring him to be her meal.  It was not that she lusted him – no, she fed from the lust that he had felt for her.  Nick, fed on others via drinking their blood, their life force.  Sophia, on the other hand fed upon his sins.  Now that he had caught the act, right before the curtain was about to fall, she was more than annoyed, she was clearly irritated.  Going as far to push herself off the timber door that she had been leaning against since he entered her inner sanctum.  Sophia never wanted an easy meal, and that was what Nick was about to become.  Hearing the coolness in her voice now, Nick focused his attentions on her.  What she had to say now, was truly a moment of great importance between them.  The gloves were off.  She continued to display that arrogant sense of dominance, that she had done so from the beginning.  The smile never leaving her face, though it could be said to be a cruel one at that.  Watching her now prowling over towards the bed, she tossed freely that neither of them wanted an easy meal.  Both loved the thrill of the challenge, the desire to be the one on top at the end of the game.  Both seasoned hunters, and now they were practically matched.  Everything she said, from the fact that he knew what he wanted from the outset, only made Nick feel all more empowered.   A man that knew what he wanted, but was prepared to go the long, hard route to get it.  “Touche’.”  Nick made a sweeping bow before her.  Ever the gentleman, even after he had gone as far to taste her delicious nectar.   Watching her now sit upon the bed and pat it gingerly brought a small chuckle from the vampire.  He started to slowly stroll towards her, his hands pressing together with the index fingers pointed together just under his chin.  “I have to admire you for your tenacity.”  Nick’s tongue was now prominently balling the inside of his right cheek after speaking so boldly.   “But you’re right about one thing…”  He placed both palms flat down on the bed, either side of her hips.  “I did seek you out, well before this day.”  His voice having a sharp rumble to it as his eyes were drilling into hers.   “The cards never lie.” –



SA: Two Predators now stood face to face in a beautiful game of Chess, meeting each other in the most frightful coincidence one might make up. A game of Destiny, in which they both sought Victory, dominance over the other, a game in which each small, little move was thoroughly calculated, each motion, each tiny detail took into consideration. Tables turned now as the cards were all flipped face up with no escape in sight, for either of them. He made that clear for her the moment he approached, the moment his arms slithered and extended out, each hand placing itself at her sides only to lock her in, making sure there was no way out for the little Wraith. Not anymore. This man was no easy meal, but neither was she. ‘The cards never lie’ – Indeed. The cards never lied to him and neither did the woman – She was incapable of grasping the concept of a lie, altogether. From the beginning until this very second, she was nothing but honest with him, even if honesty entailed the cold hearted truth, even if it meant being blunt about having him for Dinner tonight. But soon, she realized this man would be as much of a challenge as she, herself was – Which brought a Cheshire like grin to make its way over those plump, scarlet lips once more. Oh… Those lips. How they aimed to tease him, entice him more and more as they kept the little gap between them, partly opened. How her body moved, the moment he thought he locked her in – Truthfully, there was no way out of the bed, but there was a way to slither more into it – Which is what she did. Slowly, her body crawled backwards, pushing herself along the bed to eventually have her legs on the soft sheets, as well as her upper body; All the while, her hands found their way trailing along his form once more, until they traced the lines of his hipbones so softly caressing along the thin layer of flesh before they ~gripped~ at the edge of his pants, fingers slithering beneath the belt to tug at it, instantly pulling his form more into her. “Then let me give you what you seek.” As she spoke, one of her hands moved up while the other remained tugging at his belt, following the line of leather until reaching the buckle. Her free one ran upwards, along his arm until reaching the shoulder and the side of his cheek. So gently caressing him, in a way that would almost appear loving, caring. Tender. Fingers laced through his raven strands, pushing his head closer and closer while her head craned and arched backwards. Soon, he’d be resting his head at the top of her chest. Soon, he’d be able to take in her scent once again, fully. Soon, he’d feed.


RB: – The masks that the pair had worn into the game, now lay in waste upon the floor.  True to their natures, each continued to keep pace with the other as the final act was now in play.  Oh but the crowd would be on the edge of their seats in sweet anticipation for how this would end.  One cannot deny what they were, and Nick had placed his best foot forward – keeping the creature within him penned.  But now it no longer mattered.  What the hunter found, was the prize that he sought.  Nick’s eyes gazed down again to those same ripe lips that had haunted him from the very outset of their dance.  The way that they parted;  and beckoned him to come even closer.  The richness that lay in behind them .  As he watched her face, Sophia’s hands were quickly at work.  Skilled and weaving her fingers so that the belt would become loose, and allow the pants to slip to the floor, once she had drawn him further up the bed.  Nick kicked them off and crawled up so that he was now hovering over her.  Nick as he was in his true form.  The sleek yet muscular predator atop of the greatest prize.  He was finally to be rewarded for his efforts, and with her scent luring him in he would feed.  Oh yes.  His lips just brushed those plump lips of hers.  His tongue winding out and licking just shy of the wetness inside.  Nick rolled his shoulders as he now took a dominant position.  His sexuality fusing in with his growing hunger.  The pent up feeling now unleashed as the monster came to the fore.  No more games….no more chess moves.  CHECK MATE!  Nick bit down upon her neck, while at the same time, he entered her – pinning her to the bed.  His lust was ripe and ready for the taking, as he began to feed of her….and she was to feed on him. –



SA:  Checkmate. It all seemed to go down in that very moment, the moment when the feeding truly began – No more games, no more tricks, no more hiding behind the veiled curtain. The Predators were at loose, naked, stripped of both their clothes and ever so subtle hiding tricks, only to drown in each other. And he was the first to do it. She pulled him in, all the while he came closer, all the while her arms would latch under his shoulders to drag him to her, once his pants were loose and kicked to the side, taking in the sight of ~him~, fully stripped. To be naked in front of somebody went beyond the material presence of fabric upon one’s body – To be naked truly meant to stand in front of the other bare, with just your instincts to guide you. Instinct, that beastly feature which made everything collides in That. Very. Moment. Instinct, which made this man approach the Wraith so much that he would soon find himself pushed through her tight fitting walls, stretching to accommodate to his length only to contract against it once fully in. Instinct which made his mouth search for his prize, his reward for such a great effort as to unmask and strip her of both clothes and pride – Canines sunk under the thin layer of alabaster skin, piercing through it like through a piece of fabric only to tear it around them. And that’s when it happened – The sound. A sound most would mistake for pleasure – A gasped, loud breath, a moan as her neck was fully arched to allow his head the perfect fit to her carotid artery as he’d feed, a moan as he penetrated her. Her arms instantly tightened their grip around his form, latching and coiling around his shoulders to drag fingernails along the top of his back. All the while, he felt her ~blood~ soon gushing out into his open maw, so abnormal, so unique – Pitch black and burning hot, like molten lava, thick and rich. Bittersweet aroma filling his nostrils as the dark stains would soon cover his lips, trailing down her chest. It burned. It seared. And it was what she wanted – She wanted him. To burn with her.


RB: –  Sophia was unique, exquisite and worth the fight.  Every inch of the Vampire felt like he was on fire.  Raging – and now beyond saving.  The way that she made that sound, the low moan that was unlike anything he had heard before spurred him on like a well oiled machine.  Her tightening walls pressing all around his throbbing shaft, that delving deep within her with each powered thrust.  The blood….unlike anything he had ever experienced.  His own eyes flashed the colour of fire, as he took mouthful after mouthful.  It was burning, searing his insides and to any lesser creature, they would recoil in horror and shock.  Not Nick.  The more he fed from her the more he wanted.  Feeling her latching onto his shoulders – drawing her nails into his back, had him shiver with further sexual excitement.  Large and powerful over her diminutive frame, Nick bucked and forced the wraith deep into the mattress.  The bed groaning and protesting beneath them.  The vampire soon took his fill, licking the wounds that he had made with his dog teeth, his chin dripping with black blood.  Now he raised his head enough that he could see the expression on her face.  He had never wanted a woman now as much as her.  Those lips…he wanted them so badly.  Nick was still rolling his hips, and taking her hard as he could, but to seal this with a kiss would bring them both to the climax.  His lips were now crushing hers with a severity that was shocking. Fueled by her black blood.  She was now inside of him, and he…was inside of her.  It was her turn to feed upon him.-



SA:  Each powerful, hard thrust of his was met with her hips following his, pushing closer and closer each time his moved away. Wanting, longing more and more of him. Her slender figure writhed under his massive figure, lust filling her – His lust, only bringing her a certain pleasure, yet so different from the usual meaning of it all. She held onto him as if holding for dear life, nails drawing blood along his back, pressing their bodies together, torsos rubbing against each other – feather-like skin against his hard, marble chest – as her legs soon trailed their way upwards to coil around his hips and waist; Sophia was locking him in so there’d surely be no escape left for him to take as her moans became more frequent now – loud, deep rumbled noises rolling along the column of her throat each time he bucked her hips more and more into her. She was feeding, the moment it all started, the moment he did. And now, they were burning together and enjoying every last second of the burn. Her tongue slowly slithered out, licking the trails of blood off his and his chin, carefully cleaning him before those scarlet plump petals pressed against his lips in a deep, burning kiss. Her lips, just like her blood, a kiss that could melt trough the flesh, only intensifying the burn. She fed on his lust, with each thrust inside of her, pushing through and stretching those tight walls only to bring out small, muffled screams from her, right into his mouth. Burning together in passion.



RB:  Nick was lost.  Drowning in the sea of pleasure and rocking upon the waves that came crashing down with every time that he thrust his hips forward, then drew himself back out again.  The harder that he took her, the more he wanted.  He was now addicted to the woman.  Everything about her had him caught up in this moment.  From the softness of her breasts, forced hard against his chest – to the way that she coiled her legs around him to hold him firmly in place so that she might never let him go.  They were now performing a carnal ritual as old as time itself.  Though the feeding of each other brought with it its own rewards, this awakening of desire that was beyond just lust was all new to Nick.  The fire of her blood raged through his veins.  Empowering him to take her to further heights of delirium.  Her body releasing the pent up delicious moans, that were music to his ears.  He wanted to be the only one, to hear this siren’s song.  As she did not want to let him go, he didn’t want to stop.  Everything around them was on fire in his mind.  Getting so close to the peak of fulfilment.  How could it be, that the harder her forced himself into her, the tighter she became.  Nick’s eyes rolled back as he practically lost his mind.  Feeling her lick his lips made him groan and growl all at the same time.  As much as he was hers, she was now his.  Nick growled and broke the kiss, his face right in hers.  His breath pouring over her.  “Mine!” He roared, going into the final thrusts that could tear any normal woman apart.  Nick started to stiffen, as he reached it…the peak…and then he cried out her name in triumph as he started to fill her waiting womb.-




SA:  It was all a blur – Everything around them started to collide, as the walls started to ruin themselves into nothingness, slowly but surely, the illusion starting to shake as the Wraith herself was reaching her climax, her grasp over the bending of reality becoming harder and harder to maintain. It was then, when she moaned out once more, loud and even a little more high pitched than her usual deep rumbles as if she reached her own pleasure. It was something so interesting to hear – her, moaning almost like a regular woman being taken by a man. Which, in appearance, was what this was. Each thrust managed to make her body shake and writhe under his as her arms went up to coil around his neck now, pulling him as close to her as she could, refusing to let any inch between them. He was hers and she? He made sure to let her know – Forehead to forehead, she heard the deep, beastly roar of possessiveness over her, that loud moaned groan he let out. ‘Mine’. That was new – Somebody was utterly ~claiming~ her while reaching her climax – It was enough to drive her over the edge of her own pleasure, enough to make those arms clasp and tighten around him, enough to make those walls contract around his large shaft as her head jolted upwards to press their lips together into one last kiss. Burning hot, scolding against his flesh as the walls around them started to shake as the earth beneath them roared. The illusion, starting to shatter as they both reached their climax, as those last powerful thrusts managed to bring her pleasure out, finishing the feeding session, for both. With a whispered gasp, right against his lips, she mused out softly, almost in an exhausted sigh. “Mine.”


RB: – To feel her reach her climax was in itself a greater gift than that of her blood.  Watching her face ignite as the pleasure gave them both what they so sorely needed.  Sophia’s hunger was to be sated, but not only that.  Nick claimed her as his.  And surprisingly, she claimed him right back.  The final kiss that sealed this new found togetherness was sizzling white hot.  Their bodies brought together as though they were meant to be united.  They were both prey and predator alike.  Worthy of each other’s lust and blood.  Feeling the pulsating waves of her inner walls pressing hard and milking him dry, the Vampire quaked and shook, much like the whole room had.  They were filled from each other.  Blood and semen soaking the sheets beneath them.  A hot wet mess.  Bodies slick and stuck to each other.  Fused by their new found love – if one could call it that.  Propping himself up on one arm, he curled his fingers to caress her cheek, and take in a lock of her hair.  If this was what it took to feed her, than she would never go hungry again.  To Nick, she was his.  From this moment on, he would be her protector, her dominant lover and her source of food.  What he had put her through, had exhausted her.  Nick rolled off her and then scooped her into his arms, so he may lay her head upon his chest.  Stroking her back as though he was strumming a guitar.  Nick had been her dinner…just as had been promised, and yet he never had felt so alive.  He kissed the top of her head, over and over.  Whispering her name as though it was now sacred to him.-



SA:  The room began to be demolished, all around them. The pillars supporting the walls beginning to crash down as the floor began to sink within the earth. All the while, the two remained in bed as if it all were normal to them, or too exhausted to notice that they were caught in a landslide. Everything began to tremble in an earthquake which shook the floor beneath them and yet, they were in each other’s arms. Sophia complied to his motion of dragging her to flip her around, having those snow white tresses create a mess around his chest as she rested her head on his flesh. One single breath was taken by her, a small inhalation which to her, was more than enough to recover, slithering one arm upwards to coil around his neck as slender digits ran soft fingertips to follow the line of his chest. Soon, she hovered on top of him, hips on hips leaning down to let those white tresses cascade over her features to his, as if imprisoning him from viewing anything else but her. There was a wide, pleased grin on those scarlet lips, followed by a playful giggle, as if mocking him ever so slightly in irony, before it all went dark – Those dark tendrils he noticed the first time they met now coiled around their bed, enslaving them in complete, utter darkness, leaving nothing to normal view. A snap was heard – as if somebody snapping their fingers, or switching the lights back on as Nick would wake up back in his chambers, back in the Queendom. There was no trace of the room in ruins, or the woods surrounding it – There was no trace of ~her~ whatsoever, but a lost Tarot card on the table next to him. His card, the only trace of their encounter. Strength.


RB:  –  Was it all a dream?  Nick opened his eyes as the trail of her laughter faded away and the sound that replaced it was the light dripping sound of water from an old pipe.  Groaning, Nick pushed himself up to sitting and looked down to see that he was dressed.  That same tux that he had put on at the start of the evening.  Glancing about him he recognised the room.  It was his chambers in the Blood Rose kingdom.  Reaching up, Nick raked his fingers through his hair as he looked around confused by it all.  He had just spent the night of his unlife with a woman that ensnared him in more ways than one.  But now he was starting to question if that was all a dream.  His fingers moved upon the bedding to come across a tarot card.  Looking down, he recognised it.  It was the same card that she had given him at the end of the reading.  ‘Strength.’   He took up the card and then looked around him.  “Sophia?”  Calling out her name, in the hopes that it hadn’t been a dream.  He wanted it to be real.  Only silence met his call.  Pushing himself off the bed, he went to the chamber door and unlocked it.  He pushed the door open and looked out into the corridor.  No sign of anyone.  The place was practically deserted of life.  ~I’ve got to find her.~ He thought to himself.  He felt this connection as though she was inside of him.  Pulling imaginary strings.  The voice, that sweet voice kept repeating….”Mine.”  (Fade out) –


The Captain and Xzilia – Part Three.


This is the third part in “The Captain and Xzilia” story, written with dreamcircle125 of WordPress.

(Please be advised, this part contains adult content and reader discretion is advised.)

DC:   Shut down, face red, the question made her want to squirm and squirm she did. She opened her mouth to say something, it should have been obvious from most of her actions. They only way she was able to be this romantic was time travel, able to meet the infamous Romeo and Juliet. Looking up at him she tried a steady answer without stutter, but it was almost too hard.
“W-why ask me such a silly question?”  She maneuvered herself to sit on her knees so she look at him a little better. She was nervous that he would do something, but still trusted him enough to stay in the tub.
RB-  But it wasn’t a silly question and she knew it.  Her stammering showed more nerves, though she was trying to play this off as a trivial matter.  Louis couldn’t be more serious.  Watching her change her position, so she was now facing him – she could watch for his reaction, and he let out a sigh. Simply leaning back he regarded her with what could be described as a fond look.
“Because I want to know the answer.”
Louis rested his arms on the sides of the tub and just stared at her.  He was not about to make any rash movements unless he was sure about this.  If he had any intent to take her right then and there, it all depended on what she said.
“I already have a pretty good idea.”
DC:   “I am a virgin, I have been for 5 billion years.” She felt so embarrassed telling a secret that has been hidden for years. But for some reason she felt he would understand, aside from some teasing along the way, she felt she could open up to him privately. Her brown eyes looked at him now, what was he going to do.
“Oh wait! Are you a virgin too?” If he was going to know she wanted to too. She expected either a yes I am or a no, therefore she would probably be collided with that little thing called curious jealousy.
RB-  Louis’s eyebrows practically shot up into his scalp.  It was not the fact that she was a virgin, but the fact she had been one for such a long…long time.  How does a man respond to that?  Her question though had him burst out laughing in surprise.  Did she just ask what he thought she did?  The water in the bath rocked and sloshed out the sides as he slapped the side of the tub.  
“No…no I am not one.  Lost mine so long ago, that I can’t even remember how it happened.”  And that was the truth.  A few more chuckles came as his body shook from it.  He wiped a tear away at the comical side of the whole thing.  Here she was, naked as they came – opening up to him, and he had the gaul to laugh about it.  They say that comedy is always good in a tense situation.  Did it matter really if he wasn’t?  He was a man of the sea, and a vampire to boot.  Sex was completely natural for him.  
“You’re not going to go storming off now, are you?”  He did wonder if she would take offense at his behavior, but seriously, could you blame him for not being amused.
DC:   Oh, what was funny about an honest question? She expected him to say no, but laughing about it made the question seem foolish to ask. And storming off would be pointless, he would be able to find her easily now that they were connected. She looked down to think, she wouldn’t feel special to him like he would to her. That was lost a long time ago. But there were other ways of making that occasion special for them both, luckily it wont happen anytime soon. She looked back at him and giggled along before kissing him sweetly.
“The water is chilly and we look like prunes, why don’t we get out?” She said, pulling her zombified fingers from the water and wiggling them some. She giggled at the thought of zombies before she climbed her rump outta the tub.
RB-  Xzilia appeared not to take offense to his laughter, but if she had, the girl had a good way of hiding it.  Watching on, Louis remained in the tub, as Xzilia went to hop out.  Water tumbling off her backside as she stepped out, one leg at a time.  “There is a towel to the right.” Louis gestured towards a rack that had a couple of large bath sheets on it.  He gave her a minute, before he too rose up out of the water.  If she bothered to turn around, Xzilia might notice the many battle scars that lined his body.  Like a weird road map of red lines and sweeping curves.  He’d been in many sword fights, and a few gun battles – but that was a story or two for another time.
Louis walked up beside Xzilia, dripping on the floor as he reached for a towel of his own.  The Captain wrapped it around his hips and tied it off, as he watched Xzilia dry herself off.  He had some very dark and tempting thoughts on what he could do to her, but she was giving off signals that she was not at all ready.  He knew though that when she was….she would be begging for it.  This thought alone gave him reason to smile.  She had admitted her love for him, but was not ready to give herself over to him in body just yet.
DC: She felt him behind her and smiled, wrapping the towel around her slim body. Turning around she looked up at him and tilted her head. This is what she was ready for and when her hand reached for his face the city alarms went off, bursting her unaware eardrums.
“Looks like your needed on the sea, would you like me to dress and teleport you?” She asked as she grabbed her wet clothes that still lay upon the ground. She then turned around and kissed his cheek for a small ‘Come home safe’ gift. 
RB- It was unexpected that the moment would be interrupted by the blasting of the city alarms.  Seriously, they had just beaten a french vessel that was outside the harbor, and now something else was causing panic within the city.  Was this to be a common theme in this realm of hers?  He wasn’t exactly dressed and ready for battle, since he had just stepped out of the bath.  Xzilia offered to dress him, which made him smile widely, till he realized that she meant to zap dry clothes on his and then teleport him right off to the scene of the action taking place.
Louis simply let the towel fall from around his hips and said proudly.
“Be my guest, love.”
DC:   She walked over and had some clothes appear on a near stool. Grabbing his underwear and pants she turned to him, steeling her nerves for something romantic.
“You will need to work with me so we can do this efficiently.” She said holding up undergarments with a giggle as she peeked around him. She wasn’t blushing this time, but seemed to enjoy the thought of dressing her lover.
She bent down and helped him put on underwear and pulling them up, pants went on the same way yet they clung more to his damp skin. Getting those troublesome things on made her laugh and she grabbed his shirt. Pulling it over his head she had him pull his arms through and she pulled it over his scarred body. She had always noticed the scars, but in his line of work as long as he didn’t come back with new ones she was happy. Hefting up his heavy coat she helped him put it on before walking in front.
“I never seen you so handsome dressing as a pirate.”
RB-  The Captain held himself at the ready, a sly smirk on his face since Xzilia was actually going to dress him…physically.  Not by using some sort of magical trick.  Being hands on gave him the opportunity to allow her to touch him in a very sensual way.  The girl was not blushing, though he could hear that she was enjoying this through the tone of her voice.  Louis stepped into the underwear and then the pants as he allowed her to drag them up his legs, till he used his own hands to tie them up.  The shirt was funny, since his torso was still damp from the bath.  She could have at least patted him down with the towel, but she was a bit rushed to get him covered.  Once he had threaded the coat on his arms, he rolled his shoulders so that the coat sat correctly, and he was once again looking very much like his pirate self.
“Shh….don’t go saying that.  All the wenches won’t be able to keep their grubby mits off me.”  He winked at her after saying this, so she knew it was totally in jest.  Picking up his sword belt, he threaded it on while the city alarms continued to rage.
“I’ll get there under my own steam, love.  You just…go do what you have to do.”  He wasn’t sure if she had to attend to a town council over the latest danger to befall them, but he was pretty sure that she wasn’t going to be fighting alongside him. 
Grabbing his hat, he slapped it on his head, before marching out the door, and off to the scene of chaos.
DC:   She smirked; those other women would have to face a wraith unmatched by any other. She wouldn’t allow another woman to touch him like she touches him, the thoughts of their destruction raced as she held his hat for him. Then he told her to do what she had to do, well she may only be dressed in a towel but she planned on going with him. This wasn’t just some normal siren it was the black alarm, meaning there was a massive fleet on the horizon.
When he left she swirled her clothes into a feisty outfit of her own, she may not be fighting on the sea but with a fleet of men coming the port is not the only area they will attack. As Louis went to the port the city was in chaos, not at all panicking but preparing for a battle. Women took up battle gear and bows while most the men rushed to the port to man their ships. Louis was not going to be the only man on the sea, he was going to command the entire city this time.
Having the women follow, Xzilia lead them up the winding mountains and commanded groups to get into position. She went to her lone outpost and watched the hundreds of ships nearing the city. In one motion of her arms lifting a storm of shadows rose above as of to manipulate her as a giant. She shouted loudly, a battle cry and warning to the incoming boats.
“You will die again today! Let our wraith impale your souls!” And she laughed her giant self, unable to attack but making a impressive defense.


RB- Scores of men, women and even children dressed in clothes from armor to rags came out from each and every house and building in the town.  Louis was surprised to learn that this was not some one off incident, but that the town had had to fight for its independence more than once.  A fighting spirit that roared to the fore, with Xzilia leading many out in front.  This was not just to be a war of the water, but of the land, and also the sky.  Looking back, Louis was proud to see that Xzilia was now dressed for war.  Her clothing was tight fitting but you could see she moved in it freely.  A swelling of pride for this woman rose in his chest, and it made him all the more determined to fight off those invaders that set to conquer the land. 
Bowmen and women lined the hills, while closer to the docks, great catapults were brought in to range, being dragged in by massive beasts of burden.  Their roars met with the sounds of squawks from the sky.  Giant eagles ridden by riders that had leather saddles on their backs formed attack squadrons.  The sight being an ominous one, as the array of supernatural beings was simply staggering.  Louis should have known that this town was special for a reason, aside from just Xzilia herself.  
Up on the ridge, Louis took out his eye glass and surveyed the oncoming of hundreds of ships.  The French vessel had to have been a scout, and with the fire of that ship still smoldering on the horizon, this was the response – a full on invasion force.
Hearing the roar of what sounded like a giant, Louis turned and tilted his head back to see what was a giant clone of Xzilia.  A sheer mountain of a woman, and her voice carried out far beyond the waves.  The Vampire pirate had to admit it, she was impressive when most fierce.  The Pirate drew his sword, and hollered.
“Defeat the enemy…in Xzilia’s name!”
DC:   Upon Louis’s ship is his trusted crew and Louana, still wrapped in bandages but not getting a day off because she was injured. In fact even the crewmates that were injured were there too prepping the boat. Louana gripped the wheel as the captain boarded and the men dropped the sails for them to burst from the port first. They were the captains boat after all, they needed to be ahead of all the others.
Out the port hole they went, followed by boats of all sizes, 60 boats to the enemies 100+. Looking at the whole fleet coming at them they noticed they had six massive war boats and they could only get one. Scales felt tipped but nothing they never went against before.  The cities people were all behind Louis and all awaited orders as they neared the ships. Louana looked at her captain steadily. 
“Congratulations sir, this will be your first battle. You are Captain of the Seven Sea City!” She raised her fist and the songs roared long and far behind them. Everyone cheered a sailors song ready for battle.
RB- The crew of the Devil’s Mistress had barely had the time to get their injuries seen too, and this included Louana, who was at the Captain’s side once more.  The hair on the back of his neck bristled, when he heard her voice.  Not at what she was saying, but the fact that he knew of Xzilia’s jealousy of the woman – her actions when they had landed earlier, earning Louis a right problem with the woman he truly loved.  But that all had to be put behind them, or swept under the rug for now, since they had a great enemy to face.  Though the city had come out in full support of Louis and his fleet, they were still outnumbered.  It didn’t take much to see, that they were going to need their land forces to help win this battle – not just rely on the ships alone.
Louana’s cry to get the crews all to roar in unison in a showing of support drew only a slight upward head tilt from the Captain.  No, this was not the time for moving speeches, it was a time for action.
“Full sail….all ships.  Full sail!”  Louis roared, as the sails of the Devil’s Mistress and all other ships released their sails to capture the wind being blown down from the mountains.  As though the God’s themselves wished to blow the ships out into the face of the battle.  The crews of each ship ran up and down, tying off ropes and securing the cannons, for when they came to the thick of the fight.
Standing with Louana at the helm, the Captain had his sword pointed at the floor, watching the oncoming armada as the two sides raced to fight each other across the blue of the sea.  If the humans thought they could wipe the supernaturals off the map, with this form of attack, they were gravely mistaken.
The Devil’s Mistress spirited to the front of the pack, since she was the largest ship in the fleet.  Colours raised in a declaration of war…and it was to be fought to the bitter end.
DC:   The next thing that happened was a roar of cannon fire from miles away; they were sending heavy shots to rain down. At first there was nothing in the sky then tiny black dots appeared and Louana calculated the impact points and steered away. Large splashes sprayed the crew and the ship rocked and creaked. She weaved through the area while a few other ships may have gotten nicked by the fire, they were untouched.
Flipping up her eye patch she scanned the ships and turned to her captain with a report. 
“The whole front line are rammers, they put smaller and faster flanking ships behind them while the heavy hitters range further behind. Most of the men are being picked off by the marksmen on the ridge but we will still have a handful.” She speculated they would only get so far by being this far ahead but eventually they would have to fall back into the crowd of boat behind them. 
Another round of heavy shots as they grew closer and she once again weaved through without a scratch. Eyeing the interlocking rammers she awaited captain’s orders.
RB-  The ship turned suddenly as the whistling sound of incoming cannonball fire alerted all to ready the guns in retaliation.  The battle had truly begun, and with the large splashes of the first few cannonballs hitting the water and not the ship, it wouldn’t be long before they began to hit their targets.  The Captain held steady in light of the fast turning ship.  Louana’s skill at the wheel was now more important than ever before.  
Joining her, in looking to see what the front offensive was made up of with his eye glass raised, he frowned to see they were rammers.  On the opposing fleets, the arrows being fired from land were picking off the odd few, but not enough were being felled to make any real dent in their defenses.  Louis closed his eyeglass with one swift movement of his hand and rammed it back into his hip holster. 
More heavy cannon fire again missed their mark, but they couldn’t outrun it forever.  
“Forward guns….aim!”
The order coming from the Captain as he took off down from the helm, leaving Louana to continue to steer the ship on its set course to take on the rammers.  If it was a full on confrontation they wanted, then that is what they would get.
With the gunners poised and ready, the Captain sliced his sword through the air to give the signal.
Loud explosions rang out from the Devil and other forward baring ships, as they rained down multiple shots against the approaching rammers.  Fighting fire with fire was the best option given to them.  The Captain’s hat blew off his head as he ran to the front of the ship, seeing a few of their cannonballs smash through the masts of the lead ships.  Sail was already collapsing on two, and this was a good start, if they could blind them from seeing where they were going.
DC:   From the wheel Louana felt the jolt of cannons fire. It rumbled her chest as every ship followed suit. The righteous sounds of battle had begun. Then the next cannon fire didn’t come from the front but to the right of the Mistress as the ridge began to get blasted to pieces by two massive War ships.
Xzilia’s shadow giant was able to slim the possibilities of death but there were many injured. A roar broke out as the guardian swarmed the boats with balls of shadow souls. Now blindly firing at the ridge caused for more havoc, but the marksmen clearly saw their targets.
Louana only gave a brief glance in their direction before she made a sharp turn away from some new kind of shot. They began firing cannonballs tied with massive chain nets, only the war boats could handle these. She had a much harder time maneuvering around these, the wheel spinning wildly as they looked like a deadly sea serpent.
And then they were hit, the back of the boat was clipped and tore a great chunk out. What a shot that was as Louana rose from covering her head and whipped her head angrily towards the hole. 
“You son of a bitch!” She stamped her foot and stared on towards the rammers as the rammers were being bombarded with repeated cannon fire.
RB – The sheer number of cannonballs being fired, and from the different directions meant that the Devil’s Mistress was at the risk of succumbing to the attack, which now included massive chain nets attached to the cannon balls.  This alone was unexpected, and as the Devil was getting pummelled, it was clear that if relief from other ships did not come fast, that the ship may well find itself sinking to the bottom of the ocean.
All around there was chaos and carnage.  Dying men screaming out in terror and pain, while the Captain narrowly missed being speared by a large piece of timber that had sheered off one of the other ships.  
Then it happened, a large chunk of the back of the ship was clipped and it tore a massive hole into the back end that was enough to have it start to take on vast amounts of sea water.  Cabin after cabin was becoming flooded, and it was all happening so fast that it gave the crew little time to react.  No matter what Louana did at the wheel, it was clear that the ship was lost.
“ABANDON SHIP!”  The Captain roared at his crew.  The law of the sea was that the Captain went down with his ship, but he couldn’t see his crew, or what was left of them suffer the same fate as he.
Louis raised his head to where Louana was standing and bellowed.  “That goes for you too!”  He made a run up towards the helm when a cannon ball ripped out of nowhere, and blew him right off the boat.
DC:  “LOUIS!!” Louana screamed, releasing the wheel and looking over the edge of the sinking ship. She watched the crew abandon their positions and this made her extremely angry. “What cowards!!” She shouted going back to the wheel as her eyes grew as blue as the deep sea.
“I am Louana, Siren of the Sea. Creatures below listen to me. Rise to the surface with teeth bared, don’t let those ships pass even if they dared!” She sang her song and slowly the sea grew oddly still. For the first few moments nothing happened and then from the center of the battalion rose a Kraken. It roared its loyalty as massive tentacles smashed the war boats.
The enemies screamed in terror and the city folk cheered, Louana had gotten pissed. The Devils Mistress, although torn to bits, now rose up as a safety boat for the crew to sit on. She would not be sailing into battle anymore as the other ships raced passed into the battle.
Walking to the where Louis had fallen in Louana had a decision to make, assume her Captain was dead or jump in and look for him. She decided to go look for him and over the edge she dived.
On the ridge Xzilia witnessed everything and fear grew in her. She wanted to go to him but was distracted by the incoming troops climbing their way up the sides. Most of them made it passed the defense and went to attack her with swords and guns; she only raised her scythe from the ground and cut off their heads, feeding on their blood. This is what they get for sinking her lovers ship, not a survivor was allowed to pass into the city nor run in terror back to their homeland. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought of the impossible, could he really have died?
RB- Hell hath no fury like a woman, and the sea being hers to command, it raised up the mightiest of its creatures to go into battle as the Captain of the Devil’s Mistress was slowly sinking below the waves.  Was this the way it was meant to end?  His black, silver hair was floating about him as his face showed a youth and serenity that it had not featured in years.  Above the waves, the glow of fire and shadows of passing ships, only caused to blanket the Captain from easy view.  That and the many creatures that had come to Louana’s call had swum and swirled past the drowning Captain.
While the Devil’s Mistress was now bobbing back on the surface, and the remaining crew were scurrying to board it for safety’s sake, this would leave Louana wondering if the sea had taken the Captain as its price for this battle.
Bubbles were the only trace that he was slowly sinking further, and as Louana swam to find him, it would be a daunting task.  The medallion that he wore around his neck then glimmered and shone, as though reacting to it’s owner’s predicament.  A large pulse like tremor was sent out from the Captain, that would be felt far across the sea, and even cause the wind to stir through the hair of Xzilla on the shore.  
If she didn’t know better, it was like Louis’s fingers were running through her hair one last time.  A whisper…..very faint….and final.
DC:   Some force slammed into Louana and using her sight she noticed a glimmer about a half mile down. He was not about to escape her now and like a knife through butter she swam down deeper into the depths of the water. He slowly came to view to Louana and she reached out towards his form. No bubbles came from his body as she grabbed his wrist and brought him closer. He wasn’t dead yet though she felt small and feint life in him as she speedily swam upwards.
Xzilia cut down the last man when the wind blew through her hair. She felt his touch right as the sea and land rumbled. His hand running through her hair and then cupping her cheek. She leaned into nothing as she heard him whisper her name, was this meaning he was leaving her? Was the man she ever so loved about to die?
When she felt that the forces on the ridge now could hold their own she ran down the mountain and to the shore. Spotting Louana dragging him out of the water and then trying to bring him back made her even more frantic. She ran to his side and grabbed one of his hands into hers.
“So help me Louis, if you kill over now I will hunt you down and cram your soul into a jar.” She could think of harsher ways of punishing him, but all she wanted was her simple joke to bring him back. As Louana worked her stuff Xzilia raised his hand to her lips and kissed it. “Please don’t leave me…I will never forgive you for just giving up like this.”
RB-  The sea was set to make Louis hers.  That was until his collar was caught by the swift swimming Louana.  Had it not been for her efforts, the Captain would surely drown.  Dragged from the sea’s clutches, the Captain’s body was brought to shore only to have Xzilia run down from the hills to see if her lover was dead or alive.  He looked grey in colour, with no redness at all.  Louis’s eyes were closed and the medallion that had sent out the pulse was changing color.  Turning black right before Louana and Xzilia’s eyes.  Was his power truly fading away?  Had his whisper in the wind been his final goodbye?
Picking up his hand, it would have felt lifeless and cold to touch.  His fingers didn’t twitch or move at all, and to see him this way would easily bring tears to the eyes of even the hardest of hearts.  
So many years had passed in Louis’s life both at a man and a vampire.  In all this time, no one had cared for him in the same way that Xzilia had.  The very short time that they had known each other, the blackness that had concealed his heart was breaking away and a fine light had managed to make it through.  
Why is it that our greatest joy comes at the very end…..
As she cried at him to not leave her, his head tipped to the side, and his eyes opened ever slightly.  The beauty of the silver orbs shone with tears as he gasped one final breath…
DC:   “Louis!” She called as she gripped his hand, warm tears dripping. She seen his eyes open but the gasp of breath was raspy. When Louana pulled away she glared at her. “What are you doing?! He – he just gasped its working!!” She looked back at the man and trembled as Louana crushed her dreams.
“I’m so sorry Xzilia, but he just died.” She trailed off in a whisper and looked away as Xzilia burst into tears. 
She wasn’t having this as she raised her wrist to her lips and slit it open. If Louana couldn’t bring him back maybe Xzilia’s blood could, and she dripped it upon his lips. With nothing happening she went to the next best thing and filled her mouth with some blood, giving him a frantic and loving bloody kiss. In the back of her mind she pleaded to any that could hear her, let this man live on. She continued to kiss him, this time because it felt like her last as she cupped his cold face. What did she do to deserve this?
RB- Once in a while, the Gods like to play games and tease our sensibilities.  What right did Louis have to live, after all that he had done?  When was the last time he had shown compassion or love for another…aside from the very woman who was now shedding tears that pitter pattered against his cold skin.  Once the hand of fate is dealt, then surely that is the end.  Or is it?  With Louana crying in the background and only the wind howling – the distant sound of the sea creatures taking many ships and crews to davy’s locker, the setting was one all of death.  
But Xzilia’s love was more powerful than the seas that battered the coastal shore.  She couldn’t simply let him slip away from her.  Not now, after she had found something she had searched a billion years for.  Xzilia dripped her own blood onto his cold and blue lips, but nothing happened.  For the blood to truly enter him, it needed to be done orally.  And that is exactly what she did.  Her own mouth filling with her blood, she kissed him with all the passion and life she could muster.  The kiss…went on and on, as he lay there beneath her.  There was no response. Nothing…..
On the ground, Louis’s hand was laying still.  Blood covered and cut, a small insect was crawling across it.  The bug stopped suddenly, as the ground beneath Louis started to tremble.  In fact it was not the ground doing it, but it was Louis.  Xzilia’s blood was feeding its way through his system and deep within his body was a blackened heart.  For the first time in what was few hundred years, the heart started to beat.  Loud…Proud.  Louis’s body was in shock, as he spasmed beneath her, his eyes rolling back, for her gift was one of great power.  Louis’s eyes flew open and they were the same colour as hers.
DC:   It was a miracle! Louis had come back to her and as he gasped she took him in her arms and ceased time itself. She cried heavy and hard, happy that he had survived what she thought was the end. All her emotions poured into his shoulder and her grip tightened even more. 
Louana was frozen with the rest of the world, but her face showed shock as if a ghost had scared her. The battles off in the distance showed victory and not defeat. The city had one, Louis had been saved by her bloody kiss, and time began to move again as Xzilia pulled back. Brown eyes puffy and red she smiled softly before slapping him across the face. She didn’t make it hard, just enough to get his attention for the next few words she spoke.
“You don’t ever scare me like that again! I thought for sure I was going to loose you!! I was so hysterical Louis…I wouldn’t have been able accept it.” As she spoke she slowly clung to his shirt, resting her head on his chest, hearing the life beating inside him. That was new.
RB-  Being pulled from the very brink of death took its toll on Louis, as he tried to regain sense of where he was, who he was…and most of all, why he was alive?  As his eyes darted back and forth, he witnessed a spectacle that only Xzilia could ever accomplish.  She somehow stopped the earth turning.  Time…everything stopped, except for Louis and Xzilia, the only two people that were living through the moment.  The poor girl.  Her face was blotchy, eyes red and puffy, yet it was the most beautiful face he had ever seen.  He was about to smile up at her when…
Xzilia smacked him across the face so hard it was enough to make his teeth chatter.  
“What was that for…?!”  It was unexpected.  
Course, she let fly.  How she never ever wanted to be that scared every again.  Xzilia was terrified of losing him.  Louis rubbed his reddening cheek and then before he could say anything, she was clinging to his shirt with her head resting to his chest.  The sound of his heart pounding within would have been new for her, as it was for him.
“You brought me back.  I can’t believe you did that.”  
Louis pushed himself up enough so that Xzilia was laying across him, and he kissed the top of her head.  His powerful arms curling around her and holding her tight to him.  She loved him, it was proven without the shadow of a doubt.  Now he felt her through his own body.  A connection that solidified their union.  They may not have shared each other yet in a romantic way, but he was very much hers now.  
The war was won….but the next battle would be…in the bedroom.
DC:   She giggled, weakly. Although she wasn’t much of a sleeper, all the stresses made her fall asleep. Curled into Louis’s arms; listening to his strong heart and feeling the smallest hints of warmth from his skin. He may have still been a vampire but he was now something more.
Louana chuckled when she seen Xzilia snored ever so cutely. Looking at Louis she patted his shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze.
“Captain, I am grateful you are alive and well. Never once have I seen her so determined to let a man live.” She stood and tried to brush the sand off her soaking clothes. Looking back down at the pair she sighed lightly. “She owns a house that she never uses; follow the main road up the hill and you should see a large house. In fat it is larger than any house here. The city folk built it for her, but she don’t like the flash things.”
Giving a nod of her head she ran down to the port. The Kraken sank into the deep waters as it dragged a few other ships with it. Boats started to return to shore with cheers of victory.
RB-  For all her efforts, Xzilia had now worn herself out completely.  Her soft snores could be heard as Louana chuckled on seeing such a sight.  It was even more beautiful for Louis, who had a feeling inside of him that he could not even begin to explain.  Xzilia had given him more than just her blood.  Very carefully, Louis went to stand, but at the same time, he held Xzilia close to him.  He was still wet and bloody from the battle, but he didn’t care.
“I need to thank you as well, Louana.  Had you not called the beasts of the sea, and come down to pluck me from the ocean, then I would be gone.”  Hearing that Xzilia owned a house that ws not far away, Louis looked to the direction of the path, before watching the siren head back to the port.  There would be many questions no doubt of the fate of the Captain and what happened to Xzilia.  She was sure to let them all know.
Adjusting his grip upon Xzilia, he made his way along the said path, till he came upon a house that looked to be deserted.  Was this the right one?  It was well made and the gardens were maintained, but as for signs of life, there were none.  Carefully, he carried her up the stairs and kicked the door open with his wet boot.  
No one came to the sound of the door opening.  No servants, or dogs.  It was safe to enter, so he thought.  Taking Xzilia up the stairwell, he found a large suite that was off to the right.  Tastefully decorated, with a large king sized bed in the center of the room.  Gently he lowered her down onto the bed, and started to disrobe her, peeling off her shirt, then her skirt and boots.  Each boot falling to the floor with a dull thud.  Drawing back the covers, he placed her neatly in the bed and drew the covers back across her sleeping form.  She looked so peaceful, he didn’t have the heart to wake her.  As much as he wanted so much more, he instead pulled up a chair and sat himself down in it…exhausted.
The events of the day had taken their toll on him as well, and as the sun set….he too fell asleep.  He was right where he wanted to be….by her side.
DC:   A long night slugged by filled with celebration and joy. Obviously the city mourned the dead, but there were less dead than there were injured. And for that they were happy. 
In the city square a feast was held, heavy drinking and eating progressed. Mid way through people hear Louanas voice as she told the tale of the might battle, including what happened to the Captain and his unexpected lover. People cheered, some cried, and others listened as if in a trance. The details she spun were magnificent, everything was perfect.
But a night of parties eventually comes to an end and at dawn the square was cleaned and the city folk were all nestled into their homes. Louana sat on the fountain and washed some clothes, it was tedious but better than having other people touch her delicate clothes.
When she looked up she stared at Xzilia’s home. Neither one, particularly Louis, came to the celebration. Were they asleep already? She stood and decided to go check on them, mainly just to see Louis. Wait, what was she thinking?! Louis had Xzilia, why did she suddenly have the urge to see him? She was so deep in thought she didn’t realize that she had already knocked on Xzilia’s door and was now waiting on her doorstep.
RB-  The town may have celebrated long through the night, but up at Xzilia’s house there was no celebration. Only the sound of slumber coming from the tired girl in the bed.  Louis had slept, but only briefly.  He remained in that same chair all through the evening.  He could hear the sounds of the people – joyous in the success of the battle, and the musicians played songs that were in marked tribute to those that fought and died, and those that survived to see another day’s dawn.  
Rising before the dawn, which was unusual for Louis as he was pretty much a creature of the night, something had happened to him when Xzilia gave him her gift of life.  He had yet to understand it, and as Xzilia slept there was no way he could bring himself to wake her and ask.  What was she exactly?  He still didn’t know.  All he did know was that she had caused a serious change in him.  Xzilia had the power to bring him back from the final death and that was no mean feat.  He had so much he wanted to ask her, but that would have to wait.
Louis was standing just shy of a velvet curtain that draped over one of the glass pane windows, when he heard a knock at the door.  Furrowing his brow, as he wasn’t sure who it could be, he strode out of Xzilia’s bedroom and headed down the stairs to the front landing.   Opening the door, he was surprised to see Louana standing there.
“I thought you would be tired from the celebrations, Louana.”  
He stepped back, as though wishing her to enter.
“Xzilia is still asleep.”
DC:   Looking up at his face she couldn’t help but stare until he stepped aside to let her in. She smiled softly and entered, tired as she might be it was too late for her busy body to sleep now. When she was fully into the foyer she was in awe, the place was spacious and Xzilia didn’t like living here? What a ungrateful woman. Looking at Louis she smiled kingly, and somewhat sweetly, as she threaded her voice with the ‘song’ of love.
“Actually Louis, I came here to see you. I know Xzilia can hold her own but I was actually worried to see how you were.” Short, sweet and hypnotic. She wanted to see just how strong her voice was, could it render a vampire like him helpless?
Putting her hands behind her back she added even more appeal to herself, a cute and sexy look. No man could resist it; even if her voice didn’t work the pheromones she put off would drive him crazy. 
RB- Watching the pink haired siren enter, Louis moved to close the door behind her.  The sound of the door locking echoed throughout the vast foyer.  There was no other sound, but the tap of her heels upon the tiles, and of course, her voice which in itself could be classed as a weapon of choice.  The smile that was now painted upon her lips was one that brought out a curious expression from Louis.  In a way, it was more than just a smile.  Her whole body started to act out being coy, and demure.  Was she seriously doing, what he thought she was?  Weaving her way with words and actions to present herself as a desirable woman for his fancy?
“You were worried about me?”  His head cocked ever slightly, as though not totally buying it.  His eyes darted towards the stairs, and then back down at the pink haired minx.  “I’ve pretty much treated you like a piece of shit on my shoe….and you are concerned about my well being?”  He reached up to strum his fingers upon his chin and closed one eye as he pointed at her.
“This is some sort of trick, right?”
DC:   With his words she narrowed her eyes, no she didn’t change what she was doing only changed the way she went about them. Her voice was still laced as she spoke words of truth to him.
“If I wasn’t worried about you, your sorry ass would be at the bottom of the ocean right? Its not how you treated me that I care, but the fact that you are my captain.” She placed her hands on her hips and glared at this man. If he wanted tricks she would give them to him, she would be able to ruin his entire life with the tricks she could pull.
But she wasn’t like that, then again unless he provoked such a reason for that. Either way she quit her glaring and settled down as she moved to her next subject.
“Another reason why I am here is because of the crew, they sent their regards last night but no one answered the door. So I am here to deliver them personally.”
RB-  That sudden change in expression did amuse the Pirate captain. It was not what she said, but how she said it. A change in demeanor meant that she had been trying it on.  Cheeky wench.  She did have a point though, that if she hadn’t cared she wouldn’t have gone to the effort to fetch him from the ocean’s belly.  He was sure that he thanked her for that back at the shore line, though his recollection was a little fuzzy.  Mentioning that she didn’t care about how she was treated, but that she respected him as Captain was a little shot of pride for the vampire, since Captains were in his book, not meant to be sweet darling souls, but real hard arsed bastards.  They were the ones that had to make the hard decisions, and often it was for the sake of all on the ship, not just one simple soul.
Like the clouds changing from grey to white, the pink haired siren went on to explain the real reason for her visit.  The fact that the crew wanted to send their wishes, since no one had answered the door earlier that night.
“Right.  Well, as you can see I am fine, though I am still not sure as to why that is.”  He was now admitting that he was feeling better than fine.  Better than he had felt in hundreds of years.  Xzilia had done something to him and that was starting to eat away at him.  Louis fell silent for a moment, his face marked with concern and a slight amount of confusion.  He then remembered that Louana was standing right there.  
“Hmm…alright, since you have acted on behalf of the crew, then I shall make you first mate of the ship.  Reward for your service to…me.”  There was a pause, and she was bound to have picked that up.  It was not what you say, but how you say it.
DC:   She tilted her head then began playing with her lip. Her services weren’t finished, but she would accept that. She grinned wide and clung onto him, breasts the perfect size to fill any man’s hand pressed tightly on his chest as she hugged him. First mate was an honor to her since all she ever did was be a navigator. When she pulled away she left behind another kiss to his cheek before stepping back.
“Thank you, sir! I will promise to serve you well for any and EVERY need you ever so wish.” She politely bowed, the tops of her breasts becoming very visible. When she snapped back up they bounced. 
She giggled again, excitement boiling up inside her being as she bit her lip. Other intentions were ‘washed away’, she just wanted to shower her Captain with all the happiness she had. And that she did with one passionate kiss. 
RB-  The girl practically had a meltdown of gush and pink bouncing exuberance.  So much so that the Captain was starting to regret having been so generous.  If a girl could fall out of her dress easily, it was Louana.  That wide grin was disarming, and he didn’t know if he should be happy or run.  Before he could move, she was all over him.  Breasts smacked up against his chest so hard it made him cough in surprise.  SHE kissed his cheek and he let out a sigh of relief that it was not like the one that she had done on the ship.
Such enthusiasm.  He tried to smile at her, but again his eyes lowered to see those magoomba mommas bouncing about beneath her dress….till they came close to being fully exposed. 
“Gah.”  Those girls were enough to cause a dead man to rise out of his coffin and try to impale the nearest female it could get it’s hands on.
The girl was going into overdrive and then she kissed him.  One long…passionate kiss that took his breath away.
DC:   The kiss lasted awhile, her hands trailing up his chest to cup his face. Her plump soft lips embracing his, and dare she do it, her tongue played lightly with his. Body almost fully pressed against his she pulled away ever so slightly and smiled softly, catching her breath. The captain was such a marvelous kisser that she almost went overboard. 
She looked up at him with bright pink eyes and licked her lips as hands trailed back down his chest and to his belt buckle. Would he allow her to please him? Would he please her too? She began toying with the belt teasingly feeling the start of a bulge. 
She could see he was fighting it, but his body was begging for it as his shaft grew. And grow it did as she slipped a few fingers in the top of his pants.
“Captain? Are you excited?” Seductress words as she played with him more.
RB-  The legends that had been said about sirens were true.  Very true.  As much as the Captain started to fight this feeling that was now building up inside him, the state of his arousal was such that you didn’t need glasses to see it.  His pants were getting very tight and uncomfortable, due to the way that Louana kissed him.  Her tongue was like a slippery eel, that had delved into his mouth and tussled with his tongue – in a dance that would have the great poets weep.  When she broke the kiss, the Captain was panting hard, and he then got the shock of seeing her startling to fiddle with his belt buckle.  Trying to release him to the air…and her hands.
“Louana…don’t.”  Yes, he was telling her not to, but his body was wanting it…very much.  As her fingers slipped into his pants, and started to caress his shaft, the Captain shot a look at the stairs.  Xzilia was just up there.  She could wake at any time.  He knew she’d freak if she saw him with Louana in this position.  Louis was pushed to a wall, and he stared down at her, almost dumbfounded.  Her fingers were working their magic, and he now had a raging hard on. The very top of it was quite both of them
Louis let out a growl that was half of anger, the other half of an aching need.  He didn’t like the position she had now put him in and he wanted so badly to push her away.  But those lips…those full plump lips – he started to imagine them wrapped around his cock.
“You bitch.”  He snarled, forcing her to kneel before him, and thrusting his hips so that he was now inches from her face.
DC:   She smiled and slowly ran her tongue from bottom to top. The taste was divine as she encircled the head of his cock with her tongue. Lips as soft as silk brushed against it and slowly her hand moved up and down as she began to suck.
Every now and then she noticed him either enjoying it or looking at the stairs, he was terrified of Xzilia finding out. Well she wanted to test those boundaries as her mouth went further back. And her warm, wet tongue and mouth sucked harder. In moments she was moving in a fluent rhythm, hearing him hold back the moans of pleasure. She wanted to hear him shout! 
Faster and deeper she went until he was filling even her throat. Sucking hard she felt him throbbing as the trickles of the sweet white nectar began to accumulate. Now she was getting excited, her own pussy dripping with natural fluids. Hot and bothered she peeled off her shirt skillfully and sucked harder.
Plump breasts now bounced freely as the bra was removed. She rubbed them together and looked up at him as she continued on. Moans of excitement and gags of pleasure faintly echoed in the foyer and as her captain gripped her hair tight to thrust himself in she inwardly smiled. He filled her throat and mouth to the brim, covered the tops of her breasts, and even had some still dripping out as she swallowed all she could.
“My Captain, please take my innocence.” She commented as she laid back for him. It was true; she too was sexually a virgin. And he would be the one to experience taking not one but two virginities.
RB- The Captain was practically rigid, from head to foot.  He was a mixture of emotions, but the one that was rising to the fore was his lust.  It had been dormant for so long, and this vixen was doing her utmost to see him unravel.  The last thing he wanted to do, was hurt Xzilia, but the way that Louana took to his engorged cock, with a fervor that was insatiable, he found himself falling victim to her ministrations.  Louis stared down at her, his eyes blazing like cold steel and his lips curled downward distastefully.  He didn’t want her to enjoy it, but it was clear by the way she let out sweet sounds and suckled him with all her might, that she was getting far more out of this than he had anticipated.  His jaw practically locked as he let out another growl, but this had the edge of a moan to it.  She was bending his will to hers, even as he grabbed the back of her head, to seize up a good handful of hair.  Pushing and pulling on it severely.  Louis could feel the tension within his sack and his lips parted as he let out a cry.
Louana had just peeled off her shirt, and now those ripe breasts of hers were on full display.  Being forced together and shown off.  The Pirate jerked as he tried to force her take the steaming jets of white that spewed into her mouth, only to fall and splatter on those glorious mounds.  Louis was gasping for breath at what he had just done.  But it was clearly not over yet, not for Louana, who was now laying down on the floor, splayed out for him to see her in all her glory.  
The Pirate vampire didn’t want to take her on the floor.  Now that she had tasted his seed, all his sensibilities were lost to him.  He reached down and grabbed her arms to pull her up to standing.  Her breasts heaving back and forth as he did so.  She’d begged him to take his innocence, but was she truly all that innocent after what she had just done. Louis had seen the small puddle of her own juices on the floor, and like a flower she had opened her petals and released the scent of her pheromones to drive him wild.  His hands slid down to her hips and in one grunt of exertion he lifted her so that she was going to have to wrap her legs around him as he supported her.  There would be no gentleness in his ways, as she wanted a ship’s Captain, that was exactly what she was going to get.
He didn’t love her, but he lusted for her with everything in his being. Louis buried his face to her neck, and started to suck down hard, while his hands drew her buttocks apart, and he began his assault on her.  Without warning, his cock slammed its way upward, breaking her hymen apart in one swift movement, filling her with his hardness till she would find herself screaming in pain and pleasure. His lips moved from her neck, down to her right breast, where he latched on and sucked it with gusto – his body moving and forcing her up and down upon his girth.
DC:   He hoisted her up to her feet, she wasn’t expecting that. Licking her lips she found herself straddling his hips as he gripped her ass. And them the pain came, oh the screams she echoed through the foyer echoed like thunder. She gripped his shoulders, screaming and moaning as he slid her ass up and down the massive shaft she just sucked. 
Her own liquids may have may the entry less painful, but it didn’t make it feel better either. Then having his lips suck on her breasts caused her to drop her head back and moan as loud as she could. She was in heaven as her eyes rolled back and her ass throbbed and tightened.
Her body was in spasms and her own self began to move with his harsh thrusts. She was beginning to feel him grow larger, was he about to come? She was about to let out another pleasurable moan when there was a feint whimpering. Looking at the stairs there stood Xzilia, eyes ablaze but face streaked with tears. She was dressed in nothing, body completely nude as blood flowed down the stairs.
“Louis, what are you doing?” Her voice was eerily calm, just for the fact that blood was pooling around his ankles and filling the house. She attempted a smile filled with hurt, as a weapon formed from the ruby red liquid. “Please reassure me that this isnt reality.”
Taking slow steps down the blood covered stairs she stared at him, tears still flowing. Hair was pitch black and the scythe fully completed, eyes the color of deep space and something new formed. A halo of shadows was in solid form as she stood a mere 3 yards away.
RB-  What met Xzilia’s gaze would be the horrible red eyes of her lover, staring at her as he continued to pump Louana’s ass vigorously.  Was he not going to stop what he was doing, now that his true love had caught them in the act?  Louana had pushed him beyond sensibility and now he was acting as cold and harsh as he did upon the sea.  The words that came from his lips sounded hollow and without love.
“Teaching her a lesson, my love.”
If he had wanted to take her virginity, he would have.  The fact was he was drilling into her other little hole, that was now tearing as they spoke.  Blood would be dripping down on the floor as he sneered past Louana’s head at Xzilia.  He forced her down…again and again, as his beloved watched.  Oh, Louana might have been enjoying herself, but Louis was being brutal.  The hard skin smacking rang out across the room, and would fill Xzilia’s ears.  
“She wanted me to tear her flower….instead I tore her arse.”  
Louis pulled the girl off him and then flung her to the floor at Xzilia’s feet.  A blooded trail set to follow her.  Almost like he was in a trance, he looked at Xzilia and saw her tears.  “Why are you crying?”  Maybe he didn’t understand that she may have witnessed this as betrayal.  He kicked off his pants, and ripped off his blooded shirt – tossing them to the side.
“There is only one virgin I want….Xzilia.”  The vampire stared her down, standing naked before her.  What was she going to do?  Kill them both?  It was pretty clear that someone was going to die, but who?
DC:   With each thrust that he made was each time her heart came unraveled, was he really just toying with her? Lesson as he put it but she seen something else as she ripped away the vampire side of him, stuffing it into a marble size orb. He was now a human, gasping in pain on his knees. Xzilia showed no love for him right now as she turned to orb into a necklace for herself. 
“Let us see, just how much you like being taught a lesson…” She snapped her fingers as the shadowy form of a bulky bouncer appeared. Stark necked he grabbed Louis’s arm and forced him to bend over a table. Xzilia turned away, not able to watch the figure tear into Louis’s ass. 
Instead she glared down at a twitching Louana and glared, She was begging for forgiveness but what came to her was the bottom of the scythes handle to pierce through her skull. It was a sickening and delightful sound until she heard Louis scream in agony. 
“Oh shut up…” She snapped her fingers again and another jammed its cock into his mouth. She strolled over with a dark expression of hurt and stared at him, he still had her heart but she seemed so neutral about this whole thing as she brushed sweat plastered hair from his face. “I’ll have them stop after I finish breakfast, when you’re ready we can talk about the lesson you have learned.” With that she left to the kitchen,
RB-  The last thing that Louis ever expected was for Xzilia to turn on him the way that she did.  Ripping his very nature from him – the vampire side of his being now trapped inside a small marble sized orb.  Louis fell to the ground, crumpled as though in great pain, but the worst was not over.  She had decided to use the same bouncers that had been at the club the night that they met, and he would have to learn a very painful lesson in cruelty himself.  Subjecting him to being ass raped by a virtual gorilla of a man.  Thank god he had a small dick.  If that was not enough, Xzilia killed the pink haired minx, who had just been made first mate to the Devil’s Mistress.  Louis would have been shocked, except at that moment, his mouth was stuffed full with the cock of yet another bouncer.  His cries and protests were stifled by the manner in which he was now being taken.
Fucked this way and that, the punishment that she dished out suited the crime to a T.  The two men pummeling Louis endlessly, as Xzilia would be enjoying her breakfast in another room.  Blood was now all over the floor, not just Xzilia’s, but also Louis.  If this kept up much longer, he himself would be as dead as Louana was.  Her pink hair now stained with a crimson hue.
What was the worst part of all this?
Louis lost the woman he loved…right then and there.
DC:   Ten minutes later she returned with a tray of food. The men had filled Louis with their fluids, both front and back repeatedly. Setting the tray on a different coffee table she ordered the men quit and so they did. With another snap of her fingers she had them vanish and healed Louis enough so he wouldn’t bleed out. Going to his side she helped him to the couch and paused to look at him.
“Do you want to sit or lay down?” She asked, supporting his body on his. When he answered she followed what he wanted before sitting in an armchair across the table. She crossed her bare legs and sighed shakily, trying hard not to tremble in anger and bring those men back for round two.
Snapping her eyes back to Louis she leaned forward to speak to him softly. “How did it feel? To be violated like that?” Words were venom but somehow still carried love. She sat back and awaited an answer, but not before telling him the food on the tray was his.
RB- Louis’s eyes fell as he lay on the couch.  He felt humiliated in every sense of the word.  He wanted not for food, though he could smell it on the tray.  He was angry.  Angry at himself more than anything.  That he had not been man enough to stop Louana’s advances.  Instead he used sex as an act to punish her, and that was exactly what Xzilia had just done, but on a harder scale.  At this moment, Xzilia had all the power, and she also wore his very essence of being around her neck like a bauble.  His eyes flickered upward, but soon fell again.  He knew that if he spoke that it would turn into something that would be like a screaming tirade of abuse and vulgarity.  His lips were still sore and swollen, much like his pride.
“If it was my punishment, then so be it.  But if you think I am going to tell you how it felt….you can go to hell.”  
His eyes finally looking up at her.  Louis’s face hardened as he stared her down.  Taking a man’s pride like that….hurt like fuck.
“You should have let me die, when you had the chance.”
DC:   She chuckled and looked down fiddling with her fingers as she debated how to answer and go about this. Eventually she looked back at him and resolved her problems.
“I’m already in hell Louis. Suffering, choking, and dying on the acidic smoke around me. The flames burning my skin away and organs torn out. I am already living through hell and back.” She stood and calmly opened a time portal back to Louis’s time. 
“And if you desire to be dead…die somewhere where I can’t see you.” She then healed him completely as the wind whipped up her hair. Eyes cold as ice she left the room and headed out the door and into the city, fully dressed and dragging a now groaning Louana behind her. That Siren wasn’t dead just severely injured.
RB-  Louis may have been healed, but he was no longer himself.  Did he mean half of what he had just said?  Fighting words bred from the anger of humiliation.  To Xzilia, she was already in hell, and now she wished nothing more than to be rid of the sight of him.  Opening up a portal to the very world that he had come from.  He pushed himself off the couch slowly, as his beautiful, yet cold Xzilia dragged Louana out the door of her house and off to god knows where.  She had around her neck, his being….who he really was.  Without it, he would be nothing more than a simple human, to die a human’s death.  Those eyes of hers….would leave an imprint upon his soul.  Did he turn and run after her, now that he was healed enough to do so?  
He’d hurt her enough for many lifetimes.  Sure enough mostly this one. Resigned to a life without her, he ambled through the portal and wound up outside the very club where the adventures had begun.
DC:   5 years later and summer has hit. The sun has no mercy on the outside souls unless you are swimming in a pool of ice water. Birds chirped and neighborhood children played in water fountain, most of the city was either at the shore or staying indoors. Xzilia had cleaned up her house and filled it with maids and butlers as she became more of a steel fisted mayor over the city. Louana had suffered life at sea for three years and was demoted as measly crew member, never to step foot in a tavern. 
A messenger came walking into her room and she looked up blankly as she listened to him. Taking the pale yellow parchment she dismissed him and opened the letter. It was another ‘mission’ for her to partake in. Her time era back then had somehow become the safe haven of all supernatural and human beings in time. So over time, and using most of her life, she created a whole different dimension as to not screw up the time loop on earth. 
“Parker! Ready my clothes I am heading to the Modern Era!!” She called out to a butler who did as told. Flinging the paper on the desk she began to stand, feeling he round orb thump between her breasts. She calmed the necklace by placing her hand over it before heading to the teleportation room. What being would she be bringing with her today?
RB – Five years ago, a man stepped out of a portal into a world that he knew, but that as a human he was not quite ready for.  Stripped of his powers, of what made him Louis – he was a man with nothing but the knowledge of hundreds of years of existence.  His taste for blood and cruelty it seemed was nothing but a memory.  The cruel twist of fate, that Xzilia had sent him to a world where she no longer was.  This was by far a fate worse than death.  To have found the woman of his dreams, and lose her all so easily due to the wicked ways of the pink haired minx.  Was she dead?  God, he hoped she was.
The current time – Louis had been on the road a long time.  Turns out that his fists still held a lot of power, and he had been on the boxing circuit.  Moving from town to town and cage fighting as he went.  He may have been only a man, but he fought like a demon.  Perhaps a sceric of his true self still remained, locked in the darkest part of his heart.
In a town that was off any map, Louis was drinking at the bar.  Barmaids practically falling over themselves to serve him.  He had just beaten three of the town’s best, and was strapping up his blooded fingers, as those around him sat in silence.  In awe of the man known simply as the Crow.  A nickname that he had earnt, as he dressed in all black, and whenever he left a town….death followed him.
A beer sat in front of him untouched, while a football game was on the TV over the bar.  He payed no attention to it.  Not interested in the pastimes of other humans.  In his heart…he wasn’t one, and never would be.  Sure, his number would come up eventually, but for now he lived a private hell.  One that he chose….
DC:   As quickly as the football was snapped it cut off as a news station blared. People whined and complained, but on the tele is a man in front of fire.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I am standing here in Salver City where a crazed maniac is destroying the city. Officials have tried to contain the beast but have only failed to, and as – wait a minute everybody! Is that a giant hold opening up near this beast?!” The camera zooms into the chaos and a large fox spirit growls and stares at the whole. Stepping from the depths is Xzilia, she has a new look, long white flowing hair and a more mature body as she reaches for the beast.
“Wait, there is a woman trying to approach the beast?! What does she think she’s doing?!” The animal lunges and snaps, but Xzilia smacks it nose and sends its head into the road. She is mouthing something angrily as the Spiritual fox begins to change and plead. “I cant believe my eyes, this woman just calmed that beast!”
RB-  Louis and the rest of the bar all glanced up at the news report being filed in Salver city.  What shocked Louis was not the beast that was causing all the damage to the city streets, but the woman that had appeared out of nowhere and was now going head to head with it.
“Xzilia?”  It looked like her, but the hair was totally different, and she appeared to have aged.  Could it really be her?  The camera zoomed in and sure enough Louis recognized the bauble around her neck. It was his life force.  It really was her!  The crowd in the bar were all ooing and aahing at the show that the TV was playing.  It was like something out of a Japanese film or anime.  It couldn’t possibly be real.  That is what many of the patrons were saying.  Maybe a hoax by some studio company to get advertising for an upcoming film.  Louis however knew that it was no hoax.  What she fought was real…Xzilia was real, and in this time period.  Had she come to fight a new breed of monsters that were going to terrorize the humans? 
Grabbing his cigarettes, zippo lighter and jacket, Louis made his way for the door.  Outside his bike was parked, the same one that he had brought back the size of a key chain.  Miraculously, it had gone back to its true size.  Straddling his bike, he flipped back the kick stand, then flicked the ignition, and the bike roared to life.  He pressed his foot down on the accelerator and took off like a madman, smoke trailing behind him as he spirited towards Salver city.
DC:   She growled lowly and listened to this beast speak. It was a male in search for his sister who had been taken. He went into fox form out of anger and as Xzilia hoisted him up she huffed heavily.
“Ill find your sister, what I want you do to is walk through there and wait.” She looked at him to see if he understood and he nodded entering the portal as it closed. Glaring at the cameras she flipped them off and walked away, eventually disappearing in the shadows and reappearing in a who different part of town. She sighed heavily and rested herself on a wall for support. Breathing heavily she leaned over to vomit up her lunch, this wasn’t a good time to be losing her composure. 
Wiping her mouth she pushed off the wall and began to study her surroundings. Humans littered this city, and traces of any other creature like the fox spirit were not here. But right as she was about to shadow port to the next city something caught her attention, something familiar was near.
RB- The roar of the motorcycle grew louder as it came over the last hill.  The city of Salver was still a fair way off, or at least from the direction he was coming from.  With his visor down, the biker could have been anyone.  An ache in Louis’s chest grew and he went full throttle.  Xzilia was here somewhere, and she had something that was very dear to him.  He had not forgotten that night when she had given out her punishment, and the fact it practically cost him everything he held dear.  Now, he had a chance…a chance to say what had been unsaid.  Would he find her before she entered another time portal and left the human realm once more?
Coming around the next turn, Louis could make out a lady that was close to a building near the side of the road.  The one thing that seized his attention was the dress…and the colour of her hair.  The bike skidded along the road as he pulled hard on the brakes.  It was a miracle that the bike didn’t topple over.
The burning smell of his tires filled the air, and he reached up to remove his bike helmet.  His hair was shorter than the days when he was a ship’s captain, but it was unmistakable who he was.
Flipping the kick stand up, he brought his leg over the bike so he was free standing along side it.  The helmet still in his hands.  He was wearing a trench coat like jacket – style seemed to stick with him even after five years.
“You are the last person I ever expected to see.”
DC:   She blinked her eyes as this biker stopped. Was this the familiar thing she felt? As the helm was removed she fought the urge to face palm, she didn’t need this right now. And as Louis spoke she turned on her heel and made her way down the street. She had to first finish this mission before her attention went to him, even though she kinda guessed what he was after.
Stepping over rubble she made her way out of the city, having been too late for her to travel by shadow. This would take longer to get there than the gods themselves.
“Why does it always have to be here that I deal with trouble…” She mumbled to herself making her way along the roads.
RB-  Louis watched her turn on her heel and start to walk away from him.  Ther was no way that he was going to have that.  He broke into a run and even as a human, he was able to catch her up.  Seizing her arm, he spun her around and the look on his face was one that could kill.
“Trouble?  Is that all I ever was to you?”
Though his eyes were not the same, due to the change of being human, it was unmistakable that the fire was still there.  He glanced down to see the orb around her neck.  It was so close, he could reach out and take it, but that would be too easy.
“Is your life still Hell?  Do you only taste ash in your mouth when you eat and drink?”  He shook her wrist before letting it go.  
DC: She stared at him, head bobbing from when he spun her. Like a doll she was, just strung up by invisible strings as she spoke.
“I wasn’t expecting to run into both a killer fox spirit and you. Meeting you on better conditions would have been a little more ideal.” She commented, just standing there. She noted his eyes tracking the orb and flinched when he shook her wrist. Looking at it there was a bruise already forming and she shrugged and went to remove the orb necklace.
“Here, I know you have missed it for quite some time. I’m done torturing you with the burdens of humanity.” She held it out to him without a fight and grabbed his hand. Placing it delicately in his palm the orb emptied into his being, giving him his powers back. “All you had to do was touch it, or at least touch me when I walked away. But you left instead.”
RB-  The wave of power that was released by the orb, and flooded his being; had Louis let out a howl of protest and at the same time pleasure.  How he had longed to be whole again, though he didn’t know that he could have had that, if he had touched her before she had left him with the portal five years before.  Louis blinked as his eyes changed back to the blazing steel grey, and his hair once again grew long and back to how it was originally.  He licked his lips as the elongated dog teeth were now on display and though he fell back slightly, he soon righted himself to full height.
As she had said, Xzilia was finished with the torture that she had put Louis through.  
“I left because your punishment drove me too.”
She had managed to strip him in a sense of his manhood with what she had put him through, and it took a long time for him to get over it.  In fact, he had not touched another since that time.  Female or male.  He only did when he fought, and that was usually a sickening thing to watch.
The orb now empty, there was nothing left to say.  She was free to go back to her time, and be who she wished to be.  Louis could continue on in the human realm, but live as he had always done.  A lone wolf…
DC:   “As harsh as it was you were out of control. My rage boiled so high that even a broken heart didn’t sever it. I couldn’t bring myself to kill you nor have actual flesh and blood men defile you. I used puppets to put you through what Louana felt and your heart through what I have to life with.” She felt tired after handing him that orb, why was that?
Building up strength she cupped his cheek and kissed his forehead, giving him more power than what he already had. Patting hi head she dismissed herself and turned on her heel to carry out her mission, but not without calling to him.
“Good luck on your fights, you’re spectacular Louis my love!” And she was gone with the shadows for now.
(to be continued)