The Lord Of Darkness - pt 1.23:15 Mar 21 2011
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As he stepped off the airplane he was nervous and excited of the prospect of the meeting set before him. He moved down the hallways with grace, as a Scottish lord of old he had been bred for lordly duties but in this day of blasphemy and degradation he had become warped and now moved with unholy purpose. He stepped onto the escalator and as she came into view his black heart fluttered, "this one is different" he said to himself. She stood there in black robes of the purest silk, collared with a choker of the blackest obsidian, adorned with marks of her dedication to him.
He disembarked the escalator and turned to look at her, she was beautiful, confident and she could feel his emotions. She smiled coyly as he held her in close embrace, he allowed her to feel his emotions and he singled hers out amongst the crowd. The feelings were intense, staring into each other’s eyes they were one, in space and time. She felt his black heart soften, they had communicated for months previously but this was the first meeting they had decided to have, he was a proud lord of the Scottish highlands, the last pureblood vampire of the ancient times left after the Dark Age witch hunts that all but destroyed the ancients. It had been many years since he had taken a mate, his wife of many centuries had been taken from him in years past and his pain and loss had yet to pass.
She took him by the hand he could feel her excitement and warmth as he had done from thousands of miles away, but now it was real, strong and palpable. Their transportation arrived, a limousine dressed in black and again adorned in the crests of his house, they traveled to her residence, it was small but formal, she directed the driver to deliver his trunks to the master suite and let the driver know he would not be needed again for the rest of the eve.
The Parlor was grand, the walls forged of solid oak with exposed blackened beams, the ceiling also in a similar style with exposed beams for support. The floor covered with ancient rugs and throws brought a homely and cozy feel to the room, yet the layout was of formal design with the masters chair set off to the right of the large open fireplace, to the left was the lady of the houses chair, both upholstered in the finest suede and embroidered with signs of his house and his personal heraldry. In front of the fireplace was a magnificent lion pelt set at an angle in almost pristine condition, a conquest and gift from the master.
He sat in front of the roaring fire and contemplated the long years of his life and thought back to times long since passed. She entered with a silver tray engraved with floral marking, carrying on it the master’s whisky and her liquor of choice. He glance up as she entered, engaging her visibly as she coyly looked away and blushed, he broke a smile exposing his long yet retracted fangs. She had never seen his smile and she felt nervous in the presence of one so ancient, his fangs reminded her that he was strong and powerful. Although she knew she had been chosen, the meeting at the airport had confirmed his intentions, she feared disappointing him as the issue of her current mate had yet to be disclosed.
They both stared at the Fire long and hard exploring the feeling in the room, as both had empathic ability they had the ability to for a bond, a two way conduit that would allow each other to permanently know the feelings of the other no matter the distance. He turned to her and said “I wish to retire as I am weary from travel”, “Yes Milord” was the response as she left the room to prepare the master suite for his arrival, He turned back to contemplate the fire.
As she turned to leave the master suite, He entered and showed his approval; the room was small but well designed as was the general theme throughout the residence, the walls were covered in old tapestries and in the corner was an old iron maiden. On the walls were sconces holding candles of the highest quality, the windows had been covered in a delicate manner as to let in no light at all. In the center was a full four poster bed with full canopy of red silk with black trim, the sheets were also of silk and embroidered in black with her lineage and her bloodline heraldry, “Milord” she said “you shall stay here tonight”, as she continued her path to exit the room he turned and said “and where shall you sleep”. She said “I will sleep in the servant’s quarters”. “NONSENSE” he barked, “you shall stay here with me”.
He lay there next to her, he could feel her emotions turn to mischief and play, he thought to himself that he should refrain on this first night as they had yet to be formally acquainted , but no, that connection. The passion was palpable, they both yearned for each other and the past months had brought them as close as any could be.
As he lay next to her hey began to run his hands through her hair feeling her long black and purple hair between his fingers. He leaned over and began to kiss her neck softly, he could smell her pheromones and they were driving him crazy. He continued to kiss her neck as he allowed his hand to rest on her hips, she was faced away from him, with her satin nightwear covering her perfect body. He began to stroke her hips and down her legs, she grasped his hands guiding them with discernable purpose. His kisses had extended his fangs as his instincts directed, he pulled her close to him, she could feel his breath upon her and she turned her neck slowly towards him. He allowed his fangs to pierce the skin just enough to draw blood, she sighed with delight, she could feel herself become moist as he continued to pierce her skin with his fangs, she could feel rushes of exhilaration with each prick of his fangs.
She turned and looked at him, piercing through the vale of darkness he had surrounded his heart with. He felt her enter his mind as they became one in the moment. The bond was forming, his eyes glowed red as he became satiated with her feelings, her being, her soul. He placed his hand on her heart, she felt his cold hands through her slip, he whispered “Are you sure”, she nodded and his nails bit deep as he tilted his head back, he roared as he opened up his ancient heart to her. She felt his power emanating from him as he was in a form of bloodlust she had only read about, he turned back to her and his glowing eyes pierced her, she was transfixed, unblinking with his gaze. She could feel her soul being warped, merging with his ancient power. She saw his strength wane as he completed the bond. She could feel him, almost overwhelmed by the power and intensity of his ancient heart, unlike turned vampires he was an ancient, he retained his soul and as such was able to perform the bonding process.
She turned fully towards him, put her hands on his face and embraced him; He pulled her close to him and she could that he was thinking of her in a most intense manner, she continued to embrace him as he hoisted her slip up and place his hand in the small of her back, he dug in his claws, piercing the skin, she bucked with exhilaration as he drew his hand up her back stopping midway.
She turned onto her back as he extended a single claw and cut through the satin slip from her chest down. As he moved aside the two halves of her slip exposing her breasts in the soft candlelight he felt himself becoming aroused, he could feel her passion for him and she could feel the same. Her breast glistened in the candlelight, they were of average size and her nipples were pert, aroused by his actions. As he began to kiss her neck again, she tilted her head back, he could taste the blood running through her veins and he started to kiss down her throat and could feel her breathing. He started kissing her chest he pierced her skin again with his fangs and drank a little; her sanguine essence was strong and tasted sweet. He started to tease her breast with his tongue, tracing her breasts contours but making sure not to touch her nipple. She grasped his head as he continued to tease her, letting out sighs and yelps of approval, he allowed her nipple to enter his mouth as his slowly caressed it with his tongue and mouth, she pull him in hard as he did this, moaning as she felt his fangs bite deep this time. She bucked and threw her head back; he supported her back with his hand as she did this, pulling her close in.
She could feel him pressing against her, she was moist and wanting as she parted her legs to allow him to enter her, he looked down and could see her perfect meaning of life glisten with her wetness. He guided himself into her looking into her eyes as he did so, she could see his eyes were a cool reddish color.
As he entered her she could feel his hard penis parting her vaginal lips and make room within her, she dug her nails into his back as he started to gently ease himself deeper. As he entered as deep as he could go she yelped, feeling him rub up against her zone of ecstasy, he thrust again, causing her to yelp again. With each thrust she dug her nails into him, he was visibly enjoying the pain she caused him.
He continued to pleasure her, thrusting in regular and purposeful intervals, each time she bucked, yelped and shuddered. She could feel herself coming to climax, she moaned “don’t stop”, he began to intensify the pace as he also was coming to climax. His claws sunk deep, her nails piercing his skin; they both came in an explosion of passion, gratification and love. She was completely overpowered by his emotional release and she collapsed and passed out.
COMMENTS
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LightningCaelum
19:19 Mar 29 2011
its great so far bro...