.To The Seat of Passion.

[The End of All Light.]

[align=justify:05c2e249a3]Wafting murmurs filled the senses, pulling the focused pall from the graces of other’s present; oblivious to the calamity evolving around Tanthis and his cowardly subordinates- those bearing the name of Demonsheart were nothing but sniveling abominations soon to be cut from existence. Something’s never change that was for certain, however, other things are permitted to blossom just like the velveteen rose held in her gracious hand. What was the point of pleasure if you could not relinquish it by will? Should passion be thy all to transform into poisonous addictions? The point was, every creature was designed to be manipulated by another of greater spirit or presence, it was why they so purposefully served, demons, ghosts and gods. The answer to the other riddle wasn’t so complex to decipher for already those seductive venoms coursed there way throughout her svelte body threatening to consume. The chrysalis was beginning to bring forth an obsidian butterfly into this dreary plane of non-existence, where all who gathered appeared lost or forsaken. Perhaps this wasn’t so, maybe they had a purpose beyond that of ‘gathering’ like a flock, waiting for shepherd or wolf; at times one may be both. Chaos had broken forth, but it was nothing new to pull her sway away from Alexa’s body just to observe another event that would be forgotten… after all Tanthis wasn’t worth remembering let alone considering why the hell he was bothered with in the first place and not killed on first sight… perchance Atra wanted to give him the opportunity to run, the wild hunt aroused the horsemen and what a sight that would be to inspire death… hunting the rabbit with the hounds in close pursuit.

Rubicund apertures pulled away from Alexa’s warm embrace, right hand curling around her upper arm like a serpent seeking solitude in its nest- long tapered nails grazing against porcelain flesh harsh enough to trace welts but not painful enough to cause her crimson river’s to flow over snow-capped shores. ”Come!” It was more of an order than a suggestion, why grace these prying eyes of aroused drunkenness as if they were the show, designed to entertain the men whilst their women waited passionless on haystack beds, like beasts of burden. Dirty, stubble faces staring over their slender bodies, examining where fingers probed, lips explored and sweet juices cascaded like god’s greedily licking honeyed ambrosia. Elegant hands weaving to conjure desire and lust, filling the atmosphere with that intense ambiance of emanated want; actions wanting to go that inch further to actually taste and not just create for even the connoisseur must sup the wine before classifying its delectable vintage. Shoulders shrugging back the restricting warmth of onyx-leathered coat, with one swoop bringing it over the shoulders of Alexa for no man were worth gazing any further upon her beauty… they were not worth her spit in their eyes. Not even one hundred of them were worth one of her… disgusting and pitiful beggars wishing to sample the fruits of what they would never afford.

Step vigorous as Atra made her way to the door, hand still gripped around Alexa’s arm. Atra placing her body between Alexa and the swarming crowd trying to dodge or fathom what the hell had fallen through the ceiling and now somewhat grown into some horned beast unable to leave due to miscalculation of the width of exit? Turning right, following the shadowy structure of wall and out through the back of the bar- the back entrance where carriages and horses eagerly awaited. Once outside, Atra’s hand slipped away from Alexa’s miniscule arm- permitting the last opportunity to leave, if that was her desire? Then stepping to the left, right hand sweeping in gesture to Alexa to enter into the ivory polished cabin even before her own eminence; an invitation extended to enjoy the plush dark scarlet upholstery and be ensured for a rather, cozy and invigorating ride back to ‘Mortuus Lacrimae’. Here, they can explore each other…more…profoundly. Taking a single step up onto the peg of step, nostrils lifting to detect another presence lingering or about to manifest [Alexander], whether by intent or actual presence Atra could not decode at this point in time; focus placed more on Alexa and not a stranger in the midst… the extrasensory intuitions tingling within the center of her inner mind, extending a welcome along with directions- whether he sought Alexa or not to harm or unite was of no concern to Atra… though another to torment was a welcoming amusement to behold.

There was no means to show how Atra detected Alexander, it could just have easily been from Alexa’s mind while Kain was ever so subtly wielding it to his gracious misgivings… another gift of many presented in the guise of tempting flesh and beauty. Alexa herself could prove to be a most vicious toy of manipulation and would serve her uses in more ways than just the obvious. Snickering gutturally while allowing Alexa’s scent to permeate throughout the area, if he wished to find her, then he shall without restriction of archaic and obdurate shrouds… leading him either to Kain or to that of ‘Mortuus Lacrimae’ itself. Two paths and two choices… one demanding more bravery than the latter; he would prove his measure and worth to adorn their visages with his face… the mystery of Alexa would then be unveiled. One final snicker before climbing into the cabin; a tall, gangly cloaked figure emerging from the shadows, closing the glistening door behind both ladies as whip cracked prompting the eight stallions to hastily progress into the night. Surprisingly enough the journey wasn’t rough or jerked by the merciless terrain. Nothing but silence at first as Atra’s fingers traced over the raven crests sculptured into the frame… orbs drifting askance to examine the glory beside her, then turning to address directly as hands rose to push back the cloak from Alexa’s shoulders then pushing her back against the cold surface of the partition behind her.

With a sinister grin lurking over cardinal lips designed for sin… silver adorned hands of surgical blades running along Alexa’s inner thigh only to forcefully open those milky wings and permit the lashing of serpentine tongue to slither along limb before licking over the pollen of her previously given nectars. A single forceful flick of the apex of her tongue, before withdrawing only to plume piquant breath over the bud of her fragrant orchid- armored hand still held against Alexa’s thigh though piercing slowly through the flesh allowing those scarlet waters to run. Pinnacle of appendage gyrating around the erected bulb of her enticed nucleus now animated to hardness; just like candy. Right hand snaking up over thigh and naval to viciously twist left erected nipple, painfully but also sensual… then circling around with the tip of elongated fingernail. By this time juices awoke the erotic hungers from within ebon-soul, exploring deeper through the gates of Alexa’s temple then seeking the hub of all impulses to bite, tease, suck and whip with zenith of thrashing wickedness. Tilting her head to sup blood only to return harder and more vigorous within the chamber of Alexa’s heightened elation. [/align:05c2e249a3]

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[Alexa Moroveston]

Alexa gasped as Atra grabbed her so soon after her climax. Her thighs glistened with the juices the woman had granted her release of.

As the large trench was tossed over her shoulders, she slid her arms into it and covreed herself. A bit of her old self began to come back and she felt an urge to button every button and tie the belt as well. She only tied the belt though when Atra's hand grasped her arm once more and began leading her forcefully thru the gaping drooling crowd of onlookers. "AAaahhhh" She bit her lip to keep from crying out as the fingers dug into her flesh even thru the coat's material.

Once out back, the site awaiting her was magnificent. The Lady opened the door and in silent offering, gave her one last chance to flee. A tear fell down her cheek as she remembered the rage she felt from Alex just as she came. He would hunt her, probably to kill her. She hated herself for loving him. Hated him for letting her...

As the tear fell from her cheek, she climbed into the awaiting transportation and sat down facing the back. Alex had abandoned her, left her and now was enraged. She loved him, but with Antonio pulling the strings, he would never love her back. She smiled softly to Atra as she got in and undid the belt, parting her knees in offering and leaving a gap in the coat to entice the Mistress.

As they pulled out, the Lady was on her in a moment. A gasp and moan falling from her as she was forced back into the seat, the coat swiftly pressed back pinning her arms to her side as it was lowered halfway down her arms. She felt the pressure of the metallic claws on her thighs as she was forced open for the Lady's pleasure. Her moans echoed without care as tongue and fingers played like no one had in centuries. Her cries rising higher and higher as she struggled to touch the gorgeous Goddess at her mons without success. It enticed her more and she opened that pleasure to Atra in offering both mentally and physically. The blood and fluides mingling on her clit and thighs, soon gathering enough to begin soaking a wet spot beneath her writhing bottom as the tongue lashed more furiously. "YYessss oh Lady ppleeasee... yessssss" Her words became unintelligable as she pleaded, begged, offered and writhed under the ministries of the attentive lover.

Perhaps she would not love another, Alex had her heart and soul. But she could care for, worship and adore the Lady before her with everything else left in her. *Oh, Alex... I asked you to leave him... why didn't you stay with me...* The thought was brief and she doubted he would actually hear it, but soon she was once more attuned to nothing more than the woman before her, giving her everything she wanted. She only hoped she would be able to pleasure this Goddess in return and keep her glorious attentions for more than this one night.

The night sped by outside as they travelled and those sensative to such things would feel the passion and glory and obedience within the vehicle as it passed. Though upon a vision, could they see, they would think Atra was the one giving hommage... worshiping the one she was tormenting. But if they only knew it was Alexa worshiping the Lady, they would know the level of power the Lady had. Perhaps they would be jealous as well.

[The End of All Light.]

[align=justify:943bf38b07]Never did she surrender to the touch of Alexa, instead nothing could please her more than hearing the heightened elation of orgasmic rush and satisfaction; knowing this female before her would do anything just to keep her happy when so many before never really cared outside of veneration. They claimed to love her, yet, abandoned her in the next breath. Atra knew Alexa wasn’t like the rest, otherwise why would she have been chosen? Never again would Alexa be under another mans control, nor would she be treated as slave or varmint- she wouldn’t be used for pleasure outside of that which was her own will; and should another try… swift death would grace their wretched hides, worn as garter belts.  Delving even deeper, vehemence of protruding appendage sampling the honey pollinating from that radiant flower now flushed with pearlescent dew… there was nothing that tasted sweeter than this. Atra had chosen her prize and it came in the vision far more alluring and enthralling than that of Eve, to Atra she was nothing but a wallflower in comparison to Alexa… Eve was a slave to man, why worship the beast when you can revere that of woman? Before there had been Mariska, but never had she bitten into those fruits, if was for the blood and nothing else; this was entirely different. It seemed Radu had opened her up an explicable silo of pleasure… wanting the fires of lust to burn, scorch and conflagrate beneath the flesh with her own sweltering desire, not just of that for the kill like before. Then there was Malice, virulent, potent and forceful, for all the powerful men to Atra’s knowledge it seemed she had two to tantalize the preferences. That could only be exploited, for would they be happy sharing?

Teeth grating over the glistening pearl, hot breath blowing over the swollen jewel only to then be met with harsh whip of tongue and vigorous sucks… one or two was never enough and three was only the appetizer. Both hands now stimulating those pert breasts, nibbles being tormented by the softness of palm in circular motion before being viciously twisted when Alexa’s back rose and muscles tensed signifying another breached to storm the gates, bringing forth another serve of ambrosia and delicious nectars. Head turning only for a moment, tongue extending to lick along the open wound of thigh, delicately lashing against the taut and toned muscle, sensuously; her moans were the melody to the composures will of tune…her tongue an instrument all of its own though will extended it to break from that of her human-like tongue to more of a serpents, split and serrated at the edges. Hands drifting back down over milky tones to force those legs widen still then diving deeply between. Razor-edges waltzing over quivering folds, nicking the tender flesh only to sup the metallic essences amalgamating with the saccharine residue of Alexa’s fervent- searching deeper into her soul, not wanting of her love for lust was enough and Atra didn’t work to strike the heart strings for there was nothing more feeble than that of hearts, the only thing they were good for was burning as silent offerings to her supremacy or eating like a peach on a warm summer’s day.

The carriage traveled swiftly up the beaten cobbled path leading towards Mortuus Lacrimae, black jagged fangs rising up through the blackened earth, the black moon rising over the peaks only to be met with the harsh embrace of miasma and shadowy clouds racing to asphyxiate the radiance, for the night had its pleasures to rise, shifting like silk underneath vigorous fornication. Mouth withdrawing, though only for a moment to speak ”I have a name my love; feel free to use it… Atra!” smirking nefariously, apex of appendage teasing the heated vault of her desire… catching the jewel twixt the edges of forked tongue allowing the tiers to deftly slice, like razors against the temples pearl and Mons of Venus. Savoring that blood, for it was part of the torrid tryst to appraise the senses, a wine all of her own. Stalking the sexual exploits, making Alexa more hungry just to see what her demeanor was capable of, every creature had its own beast; what form did Alexa possess? Thus far everything she offered was in abundance, knowing Alexa’s thoughts but doing nothing to prevent them from reaching their intended target, if anything, forcing them to be heard by this ‘Alex’- a little bit godly intervention never did anyone any harm. Another chuckle escaped between folds and sanguine apertures for even a Goddess can be sarcastic from time to time. [/align:943bf38b07]

[Alexa Moroveston]

Alexa felt the agonizing sweet pleasure mixed with sudden flashes of pain and the razor sharp metallic nails nicked and cut her tender nether lips. Grabbing Atra by the hair, both hands grasped into fists to tug her head back growling. "It hurts... Atra... nooooo." She tried to lift a shaking leg to shove the Lady from her but the motion made the nails cut deeper.

Then it hit her. The smell of blood... the pain of the blades... and Alexander being grasped and yanked from her 'feelings' as if the very bond of their souls had been drawn so taunt she couldn't feel him anymore. *He was dead!* her mind screamed. Noooo... he can't be. That was when the final bit of control within her broke.

She growled and her own fangs slid down from her upper jawline. Her nails, lengthened as the loss of Alex and the blood in her nose flooded her senses. She had only fed that bit on a servant in the Tavern hours before. Not enough to sate the lack of feeding these last few days had produced. She wanted blood, she wanted sex, she wanted to let the madness, lust, frenzy and hunger go... and Atra was handy...

She used the nail slashed hand to slap hard at Atra as she called on her inner strength, hoping to catch the woman offguard. If it worked, Atra would find herself on her back on the opposite seat, Alexa over her shreading the leather from her pure body, not caring if her nails drew blood in those slashings. She wanted to taste all of the goddess... blood, sweat, juices, tears... all of her. She slashed as if in a mad frenzy while her knees pinned the woman to the seat while straddling her. "I will have you now!" She growled almost ferral lost in the balance between lust and frenzy.

[The End of All Light.]

[align=justify:7dd9eea2de]Despite lengthy sable rivulets grasped and twisted in the panic of Alexa, the obvious fear swelling up inside giving Atra the impression that this creature was far more delicate than previously hoped for. Resilient to have her head forced backwards wouldn’t be achieved nor her plea for pleasures to be denied, thwarted or forced; a mercy that would never be heard. Armored fingers digging deeper with the intention to pierce through flesh right to the bone should her grasp go unstopped or unnoticed- head pulling back from the trove of her passion, exploration and infiltration. Ruby-lustful apertures revealing nothing but an expression of distaste and displeasure… only making those weapon digits seek to penetrate deeper before twisting, pitilessly. Did she think she was dealing with just another weak vampire? Even a fledgling Wamphyri could extinguish the ebony flame of a second generation vampire without even so much as a blink or expenditure of essence. And then, Atra wasn’t exactly a Wamphyri only ‘something’ in pretense of one and far darker than what this beautiful creatures mind could ever grasp.

The slap would instantly be blocked by Atra’s left arm lifting into an ‘L’ shape from the outside of her arm to hook around and painfully force the assailing arm back towards Alexa using not only her strength but also the momentum of Alexa being unbalanced from where the action was administered from her seated position and the fact Atra was stabilized with her knees against the wooden flooring of the carriage and not sprawled back against the plush upholstery. Pushing back against Alexa, right hand curling in a tight-balled fist, index knuckle protruded and jutting out from the bed of inflexible bone, flesh hardening to develop into cruel spikes, plated like metal designed to stab, perforate and amputate. No creature was ever worth brandishing her flesh and would be met more brutally than what had been unleashed for a callous mistress was she. In the same flow of block came the retaliation, a swift and rapid jabbed thrust, elbow swinging back only to strike like a viper.

Strength placed from her shoulder into the activation of the hit, a blow that would punch through the skull of most foolish cretins who wished to act like meager animals in her presence. Target intended was Alexa’s throat however, the pointy spiked edges of fist driven between windpipe and jugular, the tender fleshy area between. The swing following through with a slight twist of her waist as body rose from the genuflected position; if she wanted blood, soon she was about to savor her own and perhaps when that feeble soul had been severed she would replace it with something more distinguished and worthy to the Wamphyri and Dimmu? Then again she could be reconstructed into a servant of the flesh, like a ‘breeder’ though this one designed to pleasure the spawn quivering in the darkness of the void; nothing only to breed more hideous abominations? The possibilities were endless, each just as tantalizing as the last discarded.

This punch was focused to decapitate, maybe it would be more of a tactic of reminder that should Alexa ever strike again, her backbone would be pulled out through the gaping hole soon to be sliced from ear to ear across her throat. Alexa was no threat to Atra, but then again, none touched her unless proving their worth first and all Alexa had demonstrated was her inability to control the beast within- a lack of control of her own faculties proving indeed she was nothing more than just another weak-willed vampire who depended on another’s presence to soothe the animal and sickness inside? How disappointing… blood and nectar she may taste but never tears, for emotion had no part in the epitome of Atra’Lamia… only that of nightmare, pain, suffering and passion. Not the passion of emotion only that of sin and depravity. No leather would be torn, nor flesh… only that of the anguish felt should the lash not cease on its course or if Alexa was swift enough to stop an attack she could not even physically see.

Elongated fangs serrated and extended from the upper cavity of gum- before they had been dainty incisors barely ominous or impressive just delicate; now they were something of horror, maws more carnivorously pronounced with razor serrations to the mithril apexes. Right hand transforming into that blackened death gauntlet preened for war, and now it itched for another’s demise. Striking hand ceasing before hitting target just as the spikes pressed against the clammy flesh of Alexa’s throat, instead fingers splaying to roughly grab her chin, cupping deadly edges and forcing her to stare directly into those nigrescent mirrors of pure primeval and emptiness. ”Should you attempt to strike me again, I will sever your existence and introduce you to a far darker oblivion than that of the abyss. Do we have an understanding? Or are you too much of an animal that you should be put down like one?”

Apertures displaying a snide smirk, but one that exhibited she meant what she stated and wasn’t just throwing words around to frighten… her eyes for that was all that was required. There would be no other warning and if it had been any other creature, they would not have been so lucky- it was one warning and one warning only. Perhaps she was an untamed animal and nothing of the beauty Atra had first seen? Maybe she was one that she no longer cared to possess… every flower eventually loses its beauty to another, it wilts and dies, then again… fancies come and go; and others remain cherished even after they are dead.[/align:7dd9eea2de]

[Alexa Moroveston]

The power and pressure in the Lady's defense of herself cut thru the madness that had gripped and pulled on Alexa. As the pain set in and the fog began to disipate, a blood tear from to her cheek as she froze in her seat.

"Yes, Mistress." Was all she managed to stammer. The pain of Alex's death was still reeling in her, and the blood lust was simmering beneath the surface as well, but pain had overridden everything else and she suddenly realized she lived or died by the same touch that a moment ago had brought her to heights of passion she hadn't felt in eons.

Her instant reaction had initially been to grab the wrist of the hand that clamped her jaw. But when the crushing blow ceased, she let go. Setting her gaze lower she realized where the Lady had been before and slid her hands down over her thigh. Parting them as Atra had done before, she managed to whisper softly. "Please, Atra... spare me and I give my word I will worship you as you are worthy." She meant every word. Alex was dead. She was alone. And despite her mind argueing moments ago in the Tavern, she was finding a place here that she somehow belonged in.

She ran her elongated fingers over her nether region to draw lightly over the slightly healed lines Atra's nails had dragged thru her. The blood flowed fressh once more as one hand began to tease herself once more. She feared to look up. She wanted to see if the rage was still there, the warning, he desire to see the girl at her feet slain like a wasp, but the power there was also vast. She didn't want to enrage it further to risk those vice like pinchers closing on her windpipe and pulling it free of the confines of her skin, or of crushing her jaw.

She may not recognize on site or feel what exactly Atra was, but she did know power. And the Goddess in the woman before Alexa was what she felt now. Her frenzy and inability to control it in the past had been no problem. She merely shifted and hunted as the wolf form she could maintain for bits of time, or her hunts left corpses behind and not just victims seeking to find that 'pleasure' once more when they woke fromt he near coma's they could be placed in when fed from by more disciplined vampyre. She had lacked several things in her upbringing that had folded ten times over, exponentially as the decades wore on. But one thing that had also grown was her ability to recognize and respect those more powerful. Serve the powerful and you will be spared. Her Sire had once told her that when she asked what to do if she was ever at the mercy of such.

She didn't want to die. She wanted to serve something worthy of BEING served. Not some 4th or 5th Gen lucky enough to slay his Sire in his sleep and become leader of the Clan. She wanted to serve TRUE power. And she had realized, perhaps too late, that she was in the presence of just that. Her hips began to move in rhythm of her fingers and a softly moan fell from her lips as she enticed pleasure to the surface once more. "Please... Mistress... let me serve you...." She knew such words could possibly be her doom. But what else was there left for her?

[The End of All Light.]

[align=justify:178827841d]Her warning had been heeded and just why exactly she had been more lenient on Alexa when anyone would have perished right there on their knees before her, serving her while their head was slowly being severed while tongue lashed against the very bud of her passion. Loathed and adored as she was, there was still that itch to slaughter and have her pleasure regardless for there was much that could be done with an animated corpse programmed simply to seduce, without need of rest, blood or recognition. Still, it had been many centuries that Atra had taken another woman to chambers, there had only been one other and Atra had slaughtered her just as sweetly for her own displeasure… or lack thereof. Lovers wane, one moment they burn brighter than any fire with the burning passion of ardor and temptation and then the next they are nothing but a sham of candlelight tempted to be extinguished by a single waft of wintry breeze or the plume of harangue conceited by dispassionate affection. Lovers wane like the moonlight and die like the sun… why should this rare petal escape the downpour of Styx? Indeed this beauty had enraged Atra, she knew there was nothing simple about this glorious female who obviously only craved for that of sin and through her many energies could fuel what she herself truly hungered.

Pulling her face closer, digits furling around tightly as if by the next crushing seize, it would be torn from sockets and gristle. Clenching Alexa’s chin tightly so that there could be no mistake of her words before hoisting her hand upwards so that should Alexa remain in that clasp her eyes would immediately come into contact with Atra’s cold, hard stare- never altering in abhorrence or incensed fury but also that twinkle of unrivaled elation for the feistiness always caused attention for more vigorous games. Did she wish to play? Dialogue cold and unsympathetic, raspy as if the very dead carved their obituaries against that same tongue that was fragranced with the scent of sugary musk and heated feminine perfumes. Flickering it across her lower glossy sanguine seduced apertures in the most suggestive and teasing fashion before allowing sultry purrs and timbre to escape like a hiss of endemic harlotry, husky and salacious in cadence. ”I spare no one… but perhaps you may redeem yourself! Note I said… perrrrhaps!” That snide smirk rolling at the corner of her mouth as Atra’s mind already conjured just how she may… redeem herself.

Shifting from her own genuflected position, rising to slide her leathered form against the upholstery, placing her back against the carriage door, right booted leg rising to be placed on the seat in front of Alexa while her own digits danced over the wetted area where Atra’s tongue had momentarily tasted and fingers explored to paw at the delicate bud of her rose. Through the action of leg rising, silver skulled and rose clasps revealing the slits at either side of her hips exposing the satin smoothness of Atra’s pale complexions and unrestricted access if one was adventurous enough to dare touch, let alone taste. Black eyes like the depths of sepulcher darkness gazing down slowly to watch the business of Alexa’s hand… it was obvious the maiden was in distress, so why not tame the dragon that threatened to devour her to flames? A fine honed eyebrow arching with the pleasure of what lay before the banquet to sample and devour, to greedily dine upon at her own leisure of many pleasurable hours before the soft gloaming ruptured the midnight hues of black and indigo. Perhaps they would even make love by moonlight and black candle upon a bed of satin? Would that help the imagery of rape and seduction? Surely… by fantasy alone the imagination would derive all forms of sick depravities.

Atra’s own gauntleted hand rising along the slender curve of limb to waist only to unclasp that silver ornament, pulling back the leather to reveal the taut chasm to her own ‘sacred temple’, bare flesh not adorned by the tufts of course hair, only that of milky perfected flesh and sweet mons… awaiting for attention or at least the worship so rightly deserved. Another mischievous grin, back arching more against the carriage to show in more defined depiction the chalice that awaited lips and tongue to sup upon ”If you wish to serve me, then you can shut that pretty mouth of yours with words and do something more useful with it…like…for example… serving me!!” Gauntlet digging to slice open scarlet ravines upon her own landscapes, edging that desire Alexa so wished to have and using it to gain the manipulation of what Atra wanted, blood and nectar flowing in abundance if the bee decided to get busy and pollinate the rare orchid before her ”Get on your knees and beg… show me why I should spare your life!” Cardinal lips grinning evilly, eyes of piceous passion glowing with the command… ”Now!!” The very word snapping discordantly, she wanted to please Atra, now was her chance.[/align:178827841d]

[Alexa Moroveston]

Alexa gasped in a whispered moan of pleasure and pain as Atra hoisted her unceremoniously and not too gently from her seated position by the grasp of her already sore jawline.

As the woman posed herself for Alexa, it was the deadly honey voice of The Rapture that hit her ears. Surely the power here in words and vocal cords alone could rend her usunder should she be found displeasing.

Within a moment, blood and sex filled the air once more, and not all of it Lexi's. She dared to glance up once into the woman's eyes to show the submiissive willingness to serve the One before her.

Without word, she went to her knees as soon as the fingers allowed and she whispered only, "Yes, Atra... with pleasure" before her tongue lashed out to whip against the rivulet covered nib of pleasure before her. Unsure whether touching the Goddess would once more place her in a place of pain, she rested one hand on her own thigh and the other began to tease and pleasure herself till the smell filled the air to mingle with the feminine musk of Atra's, then the fingers stopped and that hand rested on her own opposite thigh. Atra had not told her she was allowed pleasure, yet. It was not her place. Somehow, deep inside, she knew that.

Her teeth grazed flesh to kep the blood and juices flowing, but she was smart enough, in her zealous desire to please, not to draw fresh blood. One did not take from the gods unless offered. She had never felt the pressence of such power and it would have been humbling to anyone in Atra's presence, if they were smart.

Her tongue flicked the surface, then dived deep inside to press inner buttons of pleasure, only to return to the surface once more to flick and tease and taunt. Lips would open and close causing suction on small area's here and there, more often on the soon swelling clit nib that would, with luck, send shivers thruought Atra's body. She was eager to please and her eyes closed as she set to giving as much, if not more, than what she had been graced with moments before the tirade had nearly cost her her life.

If this was her fate, she would be content. It was pleasure, and the closest to "grace" she imagined she would find. "So sweet Mlady... so delectable" her whispers fell into the darkened carriage before muffled and muted once more as they set to work again.

The side of Alexa that had hammered at her mind, screaming to return to healing, being pitied and hiding from what she truly was, was soon silenced as the nector and copper tasting sweetness filled her throat and the feeling of peace, rightness and belonging settled on her. It would be evident to Atra, would that she was paying attention, when that last iron wall fell. Alexa's body would begin moving to put everything she had into pleasuring and worshipping the woman before her.

[The End of All Light.]

[align=justify:c7b4bef8d9]Pleasure sacrificed on the tip of ravenous tongue striving to impale the tender pearl only to receive the accolade of ambrosiac ecstasy, utopia and the infernal pits all rolled up into this bundle of perverse and jovial escapades. Keen for caprice and eager to satisfy- that was evident by the way her tongue moved to unpick the seams of taut fortitude not willing to surrender to those influences just yet and remain obstinate to exuberate in the toxic emanation of those quivering whims. Delicate hand reaching down to ensnare Alexa’s tresses, entwining roughly into a tangled web only to be yanked harder towards the object of taunted indulgence, just how deeply would she delve to arouse the venoms from within? Leaning back, the perfect arch of spine rising to lift pelvis from the confinement of leisure only to present itself for the offering of heaven’s mana, or even the waters of Lethe to become inebriated if not to forget… forget about all the debris of shambled trauma- love and loss; how intricately they both bled when severed together.

To corrupt another soul was the real benediction of the sinister heart, how she wanted to smother it with her decadent affection only to plant her own seed of impiety and create another creature of deadly supremacy. Alexa could easily become that dominant femme fatale with all the right couching, of course. Every creature had its purpose in fate, perhaps Alexa’s was to please sexually and degenerate, wantonness taking all control of those frenzied faculties only to emerge from the grubby chrysalis, an infernal butterfly with steal wings- to wrap around the limbs of the unsuspecting only to induce and render them to a sticky pulp before dining on the sexual organs… what a delight, what a beauty she could truly become should the infection spread like wildfire through those Vampiric veins, the gift of one single pearlescent egg unseen yet glistening on the pinnacle of tongue. From the hand which tangled within hair, though of course should Alexa have yanked her head away from Atra’s reach, it would go disobeyed only to be received by the scalpel adoration of gauntlet to throat.

The intention was to pull Alexa upwards and along the slender curves of leathered tourniquet, all the while slipping her hand back through Alexa’s milky thighs to scathe and scourge the bud of Venus’s desire. Stroke the vessel only to pour from its crevice the sweet elixir of her release. Left hand wrapping around to be drawn against her spine, pulling her into that death gripped embrace. Fingernails dancing over the sensuous flesh of her back, digging in slightly only to leave reddened welts of their piquant interlude and passion as alizarine lips pursed to press, coerce with those sweet angelic arches that opened like the legs of a ravishing angel to consume the demons from the darkest pits of despair. Unfurling like the legs of a harlot to beckon the devil to her chamber doors- using the intoxication of her sway over the resilience of willpower. Striving not only to taste those delicious lips but also to sate herself on the same juices Alexa only moments ago had enticed. Apertures seeking hers, beguiling that Wamphyric seed to siege that of what had already taken its dark roots into the animated husk of her body, possessed of soul…

Atra’s tongue extending to lick across Alexa’s lower aperture, like a serpent burrowing into chthonian treasures to reach the gold of its opulence; possession was one thing, but ownership was another… breathless gasp edging over the scorching fervent of her mouth, pluming out conceited words claiming now what would soon be her’s ”I want to taste those potions of lust from your tongue against mine! Let me taste what you so crave to flux from thy body like wine… you wish for lust, love and passion? How about I give you all three but also that of euphoric pain, like lemurian waves caressing the dark shores of this beached Aphrodite. I will present to you pleasure unlike you have ever known, but also that of my wrath and dark desire beyond the cruelest of tyrants. I can be giving but I can take tenfold should you displease me, I will make your existence more wretched than your worst nightmare. Have no mistake my sweet… you are now mine!” Harangue fragrance calling forth for Alexa to imbibe, drink of those wines and become intoxicated in the darkness this Goddess had to offer. [/align:c7b4bef8d9]

[Alexa Moroveston]

Her soft moans of pleasured whimpered once as the grip of steel and velvet tangled itself in her hair. The thrust forward of hips and the tug towards the body from the hand left her reaching in reflex to Atra's hips for balance. Her lips and tongue laveished more furiously wishing to pleasure the One who had give her so much already. Even spared her when her life was felt to be torn from her and she lost control. Somewhere inside it a small spark made the connection that if Alex was dead, she would be too. Wasn't that how soul bonds worked? So why wasn't she dead?

She quelled the now timid voice of reason. It didn't matter. Alex was gone. Before her was a chance at learning to be what it was she 'could' be. A decadent vampyre of pleasure and lust. To feed without worrying about control, loving, in whatever way was accepted, and being loved back, in one form or another. Something told her Atra would not turn in disgust if she slaughtered her prey in offering and sacrafice while trying to feed from it. She wouldn't be judged for not knowing how to BE a vampire. Devon had died, and she had been on her own nearly 4 centuries now. Perhaps this was someone strong enough to teach her and not judge her harshly...

Her thumbs caressed that spot at Atra's hips where pleasure could be heightened. That soft skin between hip and leg where sensativity, even thru the leather, may yet win her more soft murmured applause from the woman. She had no desire to pull away and as she knew she would not be smothered, for that would end the Lady's current pleasures as well, she continued in wild abandon to suck, lick, nip and taste all the Lady had to offer her.

She felt the hand in her hair soon draw her upwards. She knew better than to whimper at the loss of the sweet honey combe she had been allowed to feast upon. As the silken hand of the Mistress slid between her legs, she lifted one delicate heeled foot to rest aside the Lady and part her more for the pleasures given and taken now. The trenchcoat, slid from her arms now, bareing her once more for Atra, was forgotten as the hand from her hair slid around to her back pressing her, nearly binding her, against the Goddess' leather wrapped figure.

She parted her lips at the bruising pressed silent demand of her Mistress and shared the succelent sweet juices she had been privy too. Their tongue dancing in ageless waltz, like courtiers silently whisking one another around a silent floor. She kissed Atra's lips with the same, if not, fever and passion as she had her lower lips. Sucking, nipping and licking as the same was done to her, she moaned in pleasure. Perhaps this was the vampyric heaven's gates. Perhaps this was all it had been all the time, and she had allowed her healing, empathic, weaker side, to deny her it. She cared not, only that now she was giving and receiving it.

As Atra spoke of pleasures beyond her dreams, and punishments beyond her nightmares, Alexa reached one final time for Alex. The thread of the match was there, but it was stopped. She shed one blood tear that he had never loved her as she had him. But she wept no more. It was her loss, not his. Antonio had forced the union for power. Now she was lost to him as well. Her power, her pleasure, her obedience would now belong to another. Antonio was no one, this was a Goddess.

As Atra finished speaking, one word... one single syllable fell from the parted kiss swollen lips of the concubine before her. One small gathering of letters that would hold everything that she was in offering to the Lady. "....Yes..."

She pressed her lips back, parted and willing as her hips ground encouragingly against the hand benath her. In purest open offering, Alexa gave herself, all that she could, to Atra as the darkness sped by outside the carriage and people glanced wondering at the reason the Lady's vessel travelled so swiftly and so precariously without stopping. The journey had begun, and Alexa knew her life had changed forever beginning with that simple word she uttered one more time before allowing herself to be lost in the Lady's touch and ministries. "... Yyyyeessssss..."


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[The End of All Light.]

[align=justify:2e6c58e328]It had been long since Atra’s body had craved a more tender caress… it was easier to have the brutal affection between herself and Malice simply to ‘feel’ pain… the kind that felt as if your entire whole was being torn from that fleshy sarcophagus pressed to caprice. It was easy living in a burlesque shadow of feigned affections and bitter spent reminiscences; it was easier to forget than what it was to remember. Soft hands massaging over ligaments and trembling appendages for more of that sweet sensuality; to yearn, to feel to taste of calmer waters than the rising surges Atra had become some attuned to over the passing of time. Alexa melted at her every touch; Atra had no need for gnarled caresses to enjoy this intoxication for it philtered through her system like an aphrodisiac mulled with the warmth and spice of wine. Apertures paused, then moving slowly to sweep across the lower lip of Alexa before tongue would flick from the harsh tip of apex, teeth grating to pinch candy-lusted lips while that serpentine tongue licked and brushed for added sensuality. Blasphemous oscillation thriving to explore every erogenous sensitive region with just the slightest of feathered touches, what had been malevolent before now eased into a more corporeal partiality, to touch like she had never really ever been touched… avidly.

Privy to every sensation released by Alexa’s eagerness to please… maybe it would be good to have a confidant she could just talk to, the kind of companionship she had with her Beloved Mariska, secrets shared that none other ever knew or had the desire to tell, albeit even torture didn’t preen those answers from the beaten and broken doll, like white rose petals crushed on a dungeon floor- it was a mistake to touch what one as Atra held ever so prized and treasured. The only thing Atra had ever truly loved… and swore never to again. Preferring her own personal hell to that of another’s, why bring yourself to glory only to have those triumphs stolen from beneath your weight.  It was too early to sense or believe that Atra could actually trust Alexa that would only come after it had been earned. But, this interlude had nothing to do with construed ideals, only that of planting her seed to ensure her own self-preservation, that she had someone left behind that would strive to bring her back from the arms of death… not that such a feat would be easy, Atra had all the strengths of the Wamphyri without their weaknesses and the addition of the Dimmu essence guaranteed her staying power and survival. Atra didn’t care how the others would react to Alexa; should they rest one single finger on her or harm one simple strand of hair on her body… they would dearly regret their mistake severely as it was rectified.

It was all pushed aside while lips taunted the other with their hungry advances, supping the honey- piquancy of each other’s liqueurs, testing the vineyards of their heightened ecstasy only to crave more… more of those opal succulent dewdrops. Teeth grazing over aberrant panorama, hands sweeping over clammy landscapes only to warm in the velvet glove of pleasured enclave… a metropolis of ungarlanded vaults and Hellenic urns- baptize their adoration with unfading autumns and august. She tasted like honey and cream… fully ripened by passion untamed, enchanting to the deliverance of petted folds and smooth satin skin. Alexa’s scent aroused pleasances of mutable perfumes, a flambeaux of the senses illuming the tiny bead of her essence to pass from tongue to tongue- to enter Alexa’s body willingly and alter that of the Vampyric to that of the Wamphyric… it was her gift unto her and she would teach Alexa the ways of her attributes and skills… her own progeny. The change would not be so immediate to intrude on their torrid lover affair, only to let Alexa go from her grasp to advance back to the grotto she so sorely wished to consume.

Dawnward with blaspheme, appraise and deciduous want; from the rose temple where her lovers brand had scathed… a more gentle benediction of fingers exploring heated cavern only to inspire more of those juicy gushes to flow, penetrating in vigorous motion as thumb pressed against the crux of incentive. Yearning for louder more voracious shrieks of pleasure as elation languidly rose to heightened zenith… other hand reaching for the pert mound of breast only to squeeze roughly before rubbing against erect nipple both from the cold air teasing heated flesh and the excitement of their adventures. To be reborn into a new decadent blossom far removed from the wretched family Atra so loathed… yes… she remembered Alexa; just sometimes it was more lucrative to play ignorant when one pursues the true prize. [/align:2e6c58e328]

[Alexa Moroveston]

She writhed against the Lady's hand, taking what she was offered and giving back what the goddess coaxed from her. Whimpers and mewlsof decadence danced from her lips between passionate mouth bruising kisses and bites. She felt the small drop slide from the Lady's lips down her own silken moaning throat, but the notice was fleeting and ignored. It never truly registered that in the single moment of swallowing willingly, she had stepped over the final boundary that would have possibly allowed her to return to her beloved Serenade and continue her undead life as a meager flower of healing and whimpering post. Someone others came to because she was not strong enough to be at their side constantly.

As she moaned and pressed tighter, it began to register that the pleasure was in giving and taking, and this One before her deserved far more pelasuring than her small self. Reaching now, with hands barely balanced on Atra's arms, she began to caress and touch Atra back. Breasts, ribs, and hips, lowering her hands and fingers to where her tongue had been. Had it only been moments ago? It seemed ten fold the span of a life.

She would try to reach and finger the wetness there in hopes to pleasure as she was getting. And in he rmind she hoped she would find favor in Atra's eyes and be able to do this not just tonight, but in nights untold to come. The empathy, unbound now by dominence, read a loneliness within Atra. Be it something Alexa could fill, she knew not, but she knew she would try. It was feint and could just as easily be a longing for the Tavern and wontonness there. It could have been a longing to be at her own home once more, or it could be the desire to get someplace more private and kill the one before her. Alexa didn't know, and at this moment the caring shifted back to the present. *Pleasure Her* was all her mind kept chanting to her. *Pleasure Her* so she would try as her ads roamed lower.

[The End of All Light.]

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I will be responding here later today babes. Sorry about the wait.

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[The End of All Light.]

[align=justify:070a1ed7d3]†♥ There was no restrictions made to Alexa’s touch, if anything is calmed the raging flames under the silk matricide of conjured flesh; there had been nothing else to soothe the rapid fires from engulfing what little left there was of soul: even if that would be metaphorically speaking.  Allowing wings to spread and limbs to move weightless in her position to allow more desired access, what good was it to touch if one didn’t wish to be touched n return? She had never ached to be touched before, not since ten suns had burned and extinguished within the charcoal heavens. Perhaps emptiness was her gift? Sacks of flesh and nothing else but the void within… it didn’t matter, within or without she was still… nothing. Was this even Atra that Alexa was soon to make love to? Had it been Atra whom Malice had assailed and ravished only a short time before? Answers that would never be answered for it would ruin the mystery of her essence. Hands manipulating over swollen nubs, nectars flowing over delta dream like opalesque rain drops dripping over the petals of the perfumed rose; tasted, felt and wanted… things Atra herself had never known except from a memory. It was nothing of sadness or regret just… emptiness and that of bequeathed lust.

Forms of illusion had served their purpose, the delusion and mockery had been made in regards to their omnipotent ignorance and arrogance to believe they even knew her, or what it was like to know her- it was a pleasure none could ever know, so why burst the mirage of their insatiable dreams? Break away from their smothering shores only to fly free with the winds of desire now being caressed over her diminutive form like heated yet gentle kisses. Hungered kisses mashing against quivering appendages seeking deeper embraces, tongues lashing in whipcord against the other while hands explored and fingers delved into the honey pot only to release fingers, ascend to finger and tease the burning flesh with sumptuous appreciations. Alexa tasted sweet, but it was the thing with wines and liqueurs, once tasted you always wanted more… to become intoxicated and Atra could drink her full and still wish to drain the rest. No satisfaction would be found until Alexa’s screams of wild passion filled the already discordant night with wanton shrieks and feral pants betwixt inhalation and release. Not until her screams pierced the heavens and burst through the gates of hell and even the void itself sung with the name of lust herself.

To have Alexa pleasured unlike she had never before, not even in her wildest dreams of demonic consorts for no vampire could truly pleasure such a salacious creature as this without the total expenditure of blood; with Atra she’d have no worry of departure though diablerie could serve as an impressionable method of foreplay.  These would be all the delectable fruits soon to be made available as the carriage broke the steep and windy path, merging from the jagged peaks to plunge through the dark tapestry of forest where shadows ascended like gigantic serpents to engulf in complete and total darkness, engorging their bodies in the grasp of Mortuus Lacrimae… her abode of blood and midnight. Their journey had seemed to take forever; lost in the moment of time between lovers and adventures of the seven deadly sins… no longer did they exist for a sin can only be a feeling of regret and remorse, in this… there had been neither. [/align:070a1ed7d3]

[Alexa Moroveston]

Alexa moaned as Atra's kisses and caresses fevered her skin like no one had in ages and generations. She let her shields down, one by one, as the Lady showed her that there was no where else she wanted to be.

Lexi's own fingers danced and enticed over the Lady's body and within her as well. She never had a thought of being the best the Lady had ever had. Such things as those lofty wishes weren't what she was. What she did wish for is the Lady to have such a release that she desired more. That one thing would pleasure Alexa more than all the pleasure she received. To hear the woman before her moan and writhe like a woman should. Something inside Alexa said the woman had not felt such pleasure in a long time. And she planned to change that.

As two fingers rose to dip deep inside Atra, her own body shuddered from mirrored action. As Atra danced her fingers within and without the wet velveteen folds of Alexa, the mirror was done back to her. As the Lady's fingers slowed, so did Alexa's. As the Lady spend up, so, too, did the concubine's. As Alexa's edge rose before her vision, eyes clouding with desire and moans echoing in the carriage, she began to work more feverently on Atra. She wanted to feel her cum as she did herself. Her own moans turned to whispered pleas of enticement. "Let me feel your pleasure, Goddess. Let me lick my fingers and taste of your honey." She moved deeper and harder, rubbing on that magical place inside the woman where senses reeled and body reacted whether they wanted to or not. "Please.... AAttrraaaaa... plleeaseeeee...." Her body rocked against the woman as she shuddered, about to explode.

Closing her eyes, she pressed her body tighter to Atra as the carriage took a turn and thrust Atra's digits deeper inside her body, and likewise, Alexa was thrust deeper in her. The cry that echoed from her would have drawn a response from the Hounds of Hell themselves. Such a claimax that Alexa's free hand gripped Atra's hip with force enough to dig her nails into the hard supple leather. Had it been bare skin, blood would have been drawn. Her cry of pleasure carried thru the night and she called begging for Atra's own howl to join hers. "AAAATTRAAAAA YYESSSSSSS!"