Lust Without.

[Alexa Moroveston]

Lighting sounded in the distance as Xillan walked down the scorched path. it had felt like days sense he had tasted the cool life giving gift of water, and longer still since he had had a meal. Lighting sounded again and he could make the faint outline of what appeared to be a castle, beautiful but foreboding. He briefly wondered were he was, or for that matter who he was, that old Mystic he had seen only told him the road and his name nothing more. making his way he finally reached the castles gates and promptly collapsed exhaustion taking claim over his body

Seraphina stepped thru the Keep doors and gazed at the form leaning on the gates. The Mistress would be arriving soon. She had felt her presence coming closer. And here was fresh blood for her Lady. Smiling softly she walked towards the gate and opened the side he was not leaning on. Her garb was simple, Lady Atra wanted nothing in her way when she gazed on those beautiful to her sight or in the way when she fed. The top was strapless and wrapped almost like a second skin of black silk around her breasts and the expanse between ribs and hips was bare where an ankle length spans of silk wrapped loosely around her hips then fell in panels no wider then 3 or 4 inches each. So each step, movement, bend showed flesh clear up to her hips. It also showed there was nothing beneath the alluring panels. Kneeling down, Sera touched the man's shoulders and whispered to his mind and ears. "Sir... are you all right?" If he bothered to look up, her eyes were the color of moon spun emeralds, seeming to shine even when the moon snuck behind the clouds. And her lips were plump as if hard kissed recently, though there was a permanence to their ripeness that may lead him to believe they were luscious all the time.

Xillan did not look up his mind was being consumed by the thirst he had been feeling build in the last few weeks. Xillan rose to his feet slowly staggering with the effort it took to do so. "I ...am..." Xillan's head rose, his eyes were filled with hunger and hate.

She smiled. Good... he had spirit. "You are..." She raised an eyebrow smiling almost seductively. Her eyebrow raising as she stands with her hands on her hips.

Xillan rushed her throwing himself against to bring her down to the ground his fangs bared and the nails of his fingers grew to a more sharpened point slashing at what little clothing she had, he was consumed by the hunger and desire, it overruled his sense of judgment

He was weakened from hunger, while she was fresh from feeding. She landed on her back and as he came down, her feet went into his gut and the momentum would flip him over her onto his back with their heads side by side. Shifting to her feet and spinning to face him, she growled. "That is no way to ask for a drink, stranger... now ASK or I will see to it you feed no longer!" Her voice was like silk, but had a biting edge to it. Her bodice top was shredded and barely covered anything and the front left panel of her dress was torn off in the struggle leaving her pussy bare to him, shaved clean and soft pink.

Xillan's eyes were blood red he grunted, her aim was good but how good was she in a fight? Xillan though the hunger griped him fiercely did not overthrow his fighting ability. "Try it." was all he said simply. though he had been striped of his title as a lord he refused to be a beggar to this woman. Xillan smiled evilly as he took note of her pussy which had become bare to his eyes.

"I don't have too..." Without warning, as if stepping from the shadows themselves, five more people, large men, stepped out to flank her. She crossed her arms and grinned. "Now... play nice and I will see to it you feed well..." She uncrossed her arms and tore the skirt and remnants of the top from her body. Her nakedness gleaming now in the moonlight. She let her hands roam over her body as she watched his eyes. "I will see to it you feed rather well and better than you have in a long time..." She stopped and her hands crossed once more as she glared at him. "Or I can see to it you spend eternity in a cross nailed coffin. "Make your choice..." She smiled and turned to go as if walking away.

at the words Cross Xillan charged, the other five men not intimidating him in the least. Xillan kicked at the first man but as he did so the hunger turned t pain from lack of feeding and he came crashing down to weak to move or argue. Xillan hissed and tried to rise but the pain was to great and his blackness took him.

Sera turned as he charged and the men in front stepped closer to protect and block her. She smiled as the man fell and passed out. "Bring him." Without another word, two men would lift him by his arms and drag him, feet scraping on the stone floors, following the naked woman.

When he awoke, he would look up and see gauzes of blackest pitch and silver, almost like captured and bent moon rays. The larger than imaginable four poster bed, as he turned his head, would seem big enough to fit five or six comfortably. As he moved, he would find his ankles and wrists bound in unbreakable black metal clasps. He was laying on his back on the bed, head cradled comfortably on a pillow. His arms set so his hands could move a bit, but not come close together to touch one another. His ankles, the same way, stretched apart, but not uncomfortably so. Beyond the drapes of black and silver fabric, a soft humming could be heard and between candle light flickers, the form of a woman could be seen moving about.

Xillan studied the bonds and tested their strength. Satisfied they would hold him regardless of how hard he might try to break them Xillan then looked around the room, whoever had chained him would pay for their insolence. Xillan's Honor took hold of him finally and he began to clam down but the chains bothered him still. Not that he had made the greatest of first impressions. hearing humming Xillan smiled closing his eyes. "If you plan to torture me go ahead, other have tried."

The voice spoke softly. It sounded like the voice from earlier. It never came closer but continued to move around the room as it spoke. "No doubt with pain and torture. Am I right?"

Xillan pondered her statement and nodded once, choosing not to speak anymore until things became more clear.

She smiled and stepped closer to the bed, her body outlined by the firelight of candles behind her as her voice softened. "You want to feed... don't you?" She moved her hands over her body. The silhouette showing provocative poses thru the gauzes.


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[The End of All Light.]

[align=justify:21ec806962]Disturbed from perplexed thought, right hand fingers adorning black diamonds… digits caressing her ravening brow that shimmered with shadows cast from the flickering overture of black candlelight; shapeless forms rising and heaving against the cold stone didn’t sway Atra’s attentions to study with Sciomancy, it was the soft whispers in the night which roused her awareness to perceive and listen. Not that the words were decipherable, it was merely the husky timbre that summoned her psyche as if calling to her from the womb of seduction. Restlessness plagued this eclipsed beauties features, had she not been pacing with feral madness, attentions was placed upon the pages of the darkest grimoires and books of doom and damnation; seeking answers… none she would ever find.  Some resolves were kept from her, and this only brought about the wrath and distain from the center of her ebony heart- what other course was there to take other than destroy life itself, for it all seemed so empty. Why? Now those were the answers Atra couldn’t find, regardless of all her searching and staring for days into the Reflectionless pits of blackened mirrors.

For days now she had not sought the company of Alexa, instead remaining in the stone bowels of her beloved sanctuary, Mortuus Lacrimae… what else was there to achieve in lifetimes of triumphs and glories? What little they had paved, what blackened paths they had carved through the pit of self… that she no longer recognized herself, only the dark silhouette that stood in its place. Were there regrets? No, not entirely only disappointments, but then who didn’t have those in the millennia of enduring time itself and the events of history; like the churning tides, nothing ever flows so mellifluously, and it was these forceful tides that fortified her nature… like nature itself she was both cruel and beautiful. Nigrescent eyes shifting from the inscribed words, studiously peering through the smoky ethereal veils of midnight adorned with the libertine of moonlight and the symphony of wolven requiem. It seemed her little marionette had been busy this unholy blighted eve, the servant... and then that of Alexa's presence perfumed with that familiar scent that made Atra’s apertures curve into a cruel simper;  coercing Atra’s chiseled chin to lift and drink in those fragrances of sweet musk.

Calling forth her precious lover to perhaps attend to meet within the obsidian chambers and bless her there, naked in all her pale glory.  But… there was another presence also lingering, male... bound and chained to the very bed of her chambers, draped over the ebony silk, pallid skin of china adding the most delicious contrast against the shiny satin-sheen of the linen; benedict by the ambered overture of candlelight, the flames flickering as the cold caress of wind teased the burning pyre with ghostly fingers, to trace and tease to the very lair of this objective desire… that was bared so obvious one could taste it. Even from scent alone, the information painted a visionary picture within the mind, conjured like demons only to dance naked before her revelation-inspired eyes- the feisty spirit arousing suppressed yearnings, hungers that Atra had chained from within… within and without, that had always been the way. Perhaps no longer such things would be cursed upon her exquisite palate. From the confines of her dungeon, the lust and thirst took hold… pink appendage licking across those sanguine stained lips, anticipating the sup of vitae to splash against them. Elegant hands moving from the parchment pages, to press palm flat against the desk only to push upwards, ebon lace and leather tiers exhibiting the shapely svelte figure of this dark decadent mistress.

Tones of alabaster, like white roses sprawled across the same black silk from whence he laid, teased and compelled by the servant whom would soon learn her place… or perhaps she would be fed to Alexa- rendered nothing but flayed ornament to peer wide eyed from the ceiling to reflect the carnal lust eventuating below? Fluidly turning from the waist, bringing her body into a turn and swiftly pacing through the ebony arches and damp, dimly lit chambers to seek that whom called so temptingly… even without immediate words, for much can be said in the briefest flutters of immortal din. Gossamer sweeping against the bleak granite floors behind her, hips swinging in a lucrative pendulum demonic sway that could arouse even the most chaste of men from vow of virtue; face frozen of any emotion… only that of pensive deliberations of just what exactly she would do not only to Alexa, but also the banquet served upon her table. Voice from within soothingly whispering the name "Alllllexxxxxa!" with baited breath, spectre-like to summon... to tempt... and seduce. Indeed, this evening they would drink their fill and relish in the wanton desire that was their natures.[/align:21ec806962]

[Kyoshiro.]

:: He would lay there, in the living quarters of the mansion (castle? i dunno.) Both hands gingerly palced behind his head, his dark gleaming emerald orbs peered to the ceilling. A faint and atiring sigh would fall from his lips, closing his green hues he would start to think about the night he had been present for his mistress.::

:: His life in itself had seemed to be the darker of days, midst of shadows and lost among other thing hindered his mind. That day, that day though would be a glorious one at most. Her lush form before him as he sorrowly laid beside a rock in the wild, had it not been for her passing by, the former god would have no reason to live. For the thousands of years he has been around, he had only died twice. Once when he was a child, and the other was only a mild twenty years ago, in an epic battle with his elder brother Dread.::

:: A unforgiveable brother he was, murdering there father when they were both at a young age, Dread believed soley that if he were to kill his father and Kyo that he would in turn gain there power. Even the gods of dragons have it rough.::

:: He would glance towards her, wondering what she wanted. Only simply handing him a collar, with he no doubtly placed on his neck. He followed her to this place, where he was now. A new home, perhaps?::

:: It was his third night there, he laid on the couch. Wearing nothing more then a pair of faded blue jeans, no other clothing adorn his semi-tan flesh. His dark brownish/red locks tessaled over his seemingly calm grassy eyes, as he opens them once more. There he awaited her (and any of her friends ^.~) to come and "greet" him.::


(Heh hope that was alright, I shall get an award one day! o.o)

[The End of All Light.]

[align=justify:f615a475d6]Thought swayed, shifting from the course of her servant and the new plaything lured into this wretched black abode; another fly crawling into the web believing the gesture of rest was anything but a malevolent one; why not permit them to bask in the darkness of their own desires… just a little longer? Atra had no ‘feeling’ not even her heart fluttered with an inch of apathy or compassion nor was she capable of love. By and by, all the instances of a slight remote chance of heart it had gone to wreck and ruin: now… the blizzards of eons past had built frozen spires imprisoning her heart, it had been sworn that she would never love another- not in the manner to melt the thaw of winter. Maybe there was an inkling of feigned sentiment portrayed over those statuesque features and the very movement revealing through tiered fabric those long, smooth limbs shadowed by the mantle of gossamer over leather. A raven spent within the murder of a discordant fugue. Piceous strands of hair caressed by ethereal gnarled fingers, stroking back through the tapestry, tussling and billowing like black tendrils through the splotchy mitigations of both light and darkness applying the sleek silhouette of her figure passing through the erosion of the artic granite walls… in silent minuet motion. Only passing by the gilded sculptured ebony door that rested slightly ajar, giving enough area in which to peak, not that she had to….still, it was curious enough to see why this creature had come to her haven, and more important enough how he had managed to by pass all the defenses of the Aerie… something that had resulted in some of her closest comrades to be viciously attacked.

Left hand rising, forcefully pushing against the flat surface of the door to abruptly compel  the doors to recoil open revealing that her presence was there, but not necessarily to greet anyone… for that was not in her nature to play the gracious host. Instantly nigrescent eyes narrowed, pinning to his frame as if to perforate through the exterior and burrow deep down into his soul… should he possess one. Such a burning stare that rekindled the fires of not only hell but the celestial aurora of the highest of orders- like twin crescents of frankincense and myrrh and no longer kissed with the void; the umbra and even the most vile of debauched places. Halting just in the center of adjoined chambers… draped in the finery of molten midnight and wavering overtures of black musk candles along with all the other nefarious emanations creeping and slithering about her grandiose and imposing physique ”Is it a customary habit to casually stride into another’s chambers without being formally, invited?” Right manicured brow arching in cynical twitch while the lustrous corners of sanguine arches mimicked the same curious expression. Head slowly tilting to the side studying him in close scrutiny, ”So what do I owe the pleasure of this intrusion?” Facial canvas instantly evolving into that of non-expression as if frozen, revealing nothing of her self, soul or mind to be prodded with mild interest. [/align:f615a475d6]

[Kyoshiro.]

:: He didn't know if it was the faint smell of annoyment, or what. Both his palms would continue to lay behind his head, his eyes motioning themselves to the ceilling still. He himself, would remain emotionless. A slightly smirk, or a faint smile would flicker here or there, but nothing to open. Ever since his lost of love, he has never been the same. Seemingly searching the world for a different purpose, taking little joy in anything. Peering towards the door which he heard some distant movement.::

:: His arms behind him, holding himself up. Kyo scoots back, his spine resting against the arm of the couch, blinking as he watched her stroll in.::

Is it a customary habit to casually stride into another’s chambers without being formally, invited?”

:: Her words sink in his mind, clearing his throat before speaking. His words were smooth and deep when he spoke.::

"Forgive me Mistress, I didn't mean to intrude..."

:: Kyo sat himself up, acting more like a slave now. He would gingerly get to his bare feet before trodging his way over, his body only a few feet away. He would bow his head and then kneel, though it was more expected of him. The sly smirk that was mentioned before soon appeared, he glanced to her slender stems, his peering would continue to her danty feet as well.::

"I simply wished to come pay my respects to you, and wondered if you needed anything from me?"

:: When he asked "Needed anything from me?" His voice had vast amount of lust built up behind it.::

[Alexa Moroveston]

Alexa stretched on the pillows before the fire. She couldn't truly feel her blood warmed by it, but it kept the chill off her since she had been alone so much of late. Her sapphire blue orbs were rimmed in crimson as the flames danced in their reflection. Her hair, silver laced ebony, almost seemed alive as she shifted it over her shoulder. Sighing, she gazed at the servant laying beside her.

The long digits of her fingers caressed over the young woman's shoulder blades and back. Stroking down the line of her perfect porcelain skin of her back and over her hip till the silken cover, yanked from the bed in the heat of the moment, covered her bottom and leg. The other leg, out of easy reach, was bent and languid in repose on the far side of the stomach laying female.

She closed her eyes and stretched like a large predetory cat. She missed Atra terribly. The woman had given her a gift the first night they had been together, but two nights later had brought her hear, lavished and ravished her once more, then left. She hadn't been back in....

Alexa sighed. She had lost track but knew at least one full moon had passed above. Though how long that cycle was here, even she didn't know.

She was just about asleep again, deciding to wait one more night before feeding. She had nothing to strain over, so waiting to feed from the ever present serving wench at her side, wasn't a problem.

Just as the edge of unconsciousness reached her eyes, she felt the caress of steel and velvet in her mind and body. Sitting bolt upright even before the final syllable had left her Mistress' lips... *Aaaallleeexxaaaaa*

The call was like honey to her parched lips. Rising, she strode to the door grasping a midnight pitch colored silken robe and pulled the double chamber doors open and began striding down the hallway. The leather and lace collar on her neck matching the robe she hastily slid her arms into as if part of a set. Upon closer inspection, one would see it was so. The color was leather of the most unnatural blackness. Not even the word 'black' would suffice for the unnatural material. The lace over the edges, easing the roughness against her fair colored skin, was echoed on the black silken coat she wore. The leather was echoed in two other places, though in thinner almost decorative manners... her ankles. The chain anklets she wore had the same black leather laced thru them. Woven to look as though chain and material were the same. The metal also a black as night making it seem like a large eyelet lace encircled her feet. The leather making the tinkle of metal chain as silent as her gait.

She tied the robe loosely, not sure what her Lady desired, and closed her eyes a moment never breaking stride. *I come, Goddess... I am coming, Atra...* She called back to the woman's mind, then reached her mental hands out to 'find' where to go.

Turning this way and that in the unfamiliar Keep, she soon was only one corner away. Turning it and striding down the marble like hallway, she saw the opened door and the sillouette of her Lady just inside.

Her pace quickened. And had her heart beat, it would have as well. She wished to see pleasure in her Lady's eyes once more, even if just for a moment... she ached to ease the ache within Atra as she had once done in a time that seemed so very, very long ago.

[The End of All Light.]

[align=justify:bf564798ba]Atra blinked, the shadows sweeping through eyelashes only to interlock gossamer wings with the amber-honeyed illumination of candlelight; chiseled shoulders sweeping upwards into a casual shrug while her back came to rest against the elaborately carved frame of the doorway. Back resting against the solid structure while her slender figure turned to the side and head inclined just slightly to take notice of him but not dwindle on the over his physique like most possibly did, to Atra it was simply flesh and nothing more, no sentimental value of the heart. There was nothing attached, the threads frayed ever so sweetly… there was nothing in any world that she loved… not any more. Apertures curved with an indifferent smirk, chin descending only to permit nigrescent eyes to peer out beneath the tapestry of midnight as her head turned more directly to address him, just the same as her words. ”No, I need nothing from no creature; and I do what I do, simply because I can. Because it entertains me for a few fleeting seconds- as for this evening, I crave nothing… at least nothing you can provide me.  I am just restless… some memories aren’t as easy to erase as I would like them to be.”

She paid no attention to a voice dripped in lust, having heard the same tone in so many other voices long before his existence; it was nothing new to her senses and not enough to grab her attention in a vice like grasp… then again, Atra was not there to entertain him now was she. ”As for your intrusion… why apologize? It was hardly a mistake now was it? Why apologize to something you have every intention of following through?” At her words, that gaze intensified, as if black fires erupted within the very core of her quintessence. Ebony flames twisting to engulf the effluence of stirred substance, though not emotion; perhaps something else more formidable. A glint of slyness retorting to his ‘obvious’ intentions of thought and why attempt to cloak words when it is more admirable to just come right out and offer whatever he was thinking on a silver platter, for her to fiendishly pick from an assortment of sins… would that not be more, effective?

”What do you have to offer me, that I have not seen time and time again? What can you offer me that I undoubtedly require in my existence that I have not already had before and on a more profound level that you could possibly grant. Why should I grant you pleasure, when perhaps I intend to watch it for myself in mild amusement? Then… slaughter you both. Who knows what goes through my mind… at times I know not myself until I witness the madness with my own eyes… that is the only thing that pleasures me… death… but indulge me just a little.” Mind extending outwards to Alexa… directing her with sadistic wooing, coercing to come to those snake-like limbs and exuberate in the infection of the lust brewing from within, oceans surging and clashing against the cliffs of wanton desire- there would only ever be one man to touch Atra’s flesh, and he had long passed. However, there was nothing to say she would not enjoy watching this one 'serve' Alexa in all her wildest passions.

Then again it seemed there was another more delectable to the palate?[/align:bf564798ba]

[Alexa Moroveston]

She had spent these many weeks pleasuring Atra and though had been left to her own private devices in the last few days, she knew the rage in Atra's voice all too well.

Comeing down the hallway, she let her gossamer robe fall open revealing her naked porcelain flesh beneath. It was honed to perfection as only those of her kind could manage. Add to the fact that she now carried Atra's own special kin blood within her, she was a vision of doll like perfection and beauty. There was also a grace to her step that made one think 'cat' or 'feline' when she took her nearly daintly though swift steps.

As the robe billowed behind her like an ebony cloud, she whispered as she approached. "I am here, Mlady... I am here, Atra." She caressed a hand feather light down her Mistress' arm. It was one of the very limiting gestures she had been allowed to make before that hadn't landed her on her knees in pain from the grip of her Lady's wrath. Her ankles chiming ceased as she then took a step back and awaited the response.

She was smart enough now to not linger, to not hover and to know that she could stand there for an hour or longer if Atra willed it, before acknowledgement was given her. She set her mind to such a wait and watched the man on the bed as the Lady waited her answer.

Alexa
Blood Doll

[The End of All Light.]

[align=justify:d34460c64f]She had turned her mind away from the less savory of her notions, it had been sometime now looking upon this wretch that something else danced from the dark thoughts of this dark goddesses desires and wills; something a little more mystifying and mysterious, perhaps even underhanded. Attention removed itself from the man casually splaying himself over one of the chaise black velvet sofa’s as if it was his very rule that dominated above all else here… and how wrong could he be? With the though reaching out ethereal digits to caress the psyche of Alexa from the dark vistas of Mortuus, to the candlelit hallways of silence and decadence- not even a motion of symphony granted to the morsel wishing to experience first-hand what indeed he had no means nor keys of satisfaction to aspire such… affections. Raising the grace of right hand as to allow her palm to face outwards in commanding stature, rubiescent apertures murmuring some hidden incantation, or, perhaps curse… something unspeakable to cherish the coercing affections of flames and ebony hearts.

From the chilling stroke of wintry zephyr, spirits entwined to mourn that of souls lost to her fervor not to mention soft timbered limbs that whispered depraved fantasies undone; never felt or experienced beyond that of flesh. Even the candlelight flickered to the strokes of ghostlike hands, drifting up along the flames only to dull them in azure blues… wicked hues of indigo then shadows. It was then that the temperature increased beyond that of the comfortable cool to that of cruel piquant kisses, heat waves wavering only to enwreathe his form in their intangible webs, to ensnare and welcome to hellish embraces. An evil smile displayed itself over those lips of wine and blood, it was the only expression permitted to unravel from the mystery that was her, and that of which she intended to do with this delectable meat sack before her majesty: not even mildly interesting.

With an abrupt force of will, and the already conflagrated heat unwrapping from the mid-section of her palm, causing it to spiral with controlled force, nigrescent eyes narrowing with satanic vehemence only to relish in the ebony ash that now rested upon the velvet- blackened residue forming the piled essence of where his body once lay ever so seductively… or so he had thought only to discover how incorrect his assumptions truly were. Giving the male not even a blink before turning to meet with Alexa with that same cold, cruel smile… yet seduction bore its lusts to taste over those saccharine buds of death and demise. ”Ah! My dearest Alexa, I had wondered where in the darkness you lingered… but my love, do me one favor of never using the name, Atra again in my presence. It shall be our little treasure to hold to covertness! Simply use the sobriquet of ‘Contessa’ in the presence of others. But for you dear heart… it will always be… Atra” With that Atra seductively winked whilst right arms snaked around Alexa’s waist and her eyes seductively glanced over her lithe, graceful form ”As beautiful as ever, my love”[/align:d34460c64f]