Having had her fun with Kara, Kirith released her from her -tender- ministrations, licking the juices of both herself and her toy from her fingers, savoring the taste. As she wandered into the chamber where Serion and Jacob were having their fun, she noticed the fresh blood on Jacobs form. "An interloper, brother? What did you do with the corpse?" She scented on the fresh blood, following the trail of Jacobs shadow path. At the top of the well she saw the crumpled, bleeding form of a young man, his throat torn out by Jacobs claws. "Hmmm..." She tasted the blood upon the ground. "Oh, this is delightful.... a mageborn... and a virgin to boot..." With a gesture, she opened a hole of darkness in the street, taking the young man and all the blood upon the stones with her back to their caverns deep below the earth. When she emerged from the shadows in the cavern once more, Raan lay bound by shadows, the blood that had lain upon the stones in a goblet in her hand. placing the goblet below him, she moved before him, letting him see her dark glory of her demon form. With a flash of movement she clamped her fangs over the ragged wounds in his neck, her fangs sinking deep into his throat, taking all the blood that flowed from the wounds her brother had inflicted. As her saliva flowed into his veins, there was a dark light around his neck. When she withdrew, daintily wiping his blood from her lips, the wounds had seared shut, and he breathed, but barely. With the kiss she had bestowed upon him, his vocal cords were of use no longer, and there was no chance that he be released from her control, save her death or imprisonment once more. But he yet lived, her slave and toy forever more, bound to her will. With a motion of her hand, she tore his clothes away. Whispering a chant, dark words coming from her lips in an unknown tongue, she drank the goblet of his blood, and knelt, biting him once more, her jaw stretching around his entire manhood, fangs injecting more of her saliva directly into him, and mixing her blood into his, making her control over him perfect and unbreakable. As she withdrew her fangs from him, the wounds healed, and already there she began to fellate him, taking her thousand years of skill and bringing it into use once more. Within moments she was swallowing his seed, delighting in the taste of a virgins first seed. One of the reasons she loved the spell she had just cast upon him was that because he had been unconscious, he did not know of it yet. Her fun would continue once he had awoken to see the full effects of what she was planning to do to him...