Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)
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				Title: <strong>Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>17-07-2013, 07:20:37</strong>
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				On a standard day, Khyrrin spent her early evening luxuriating in comfort before first meal. She bathed and dressed as she was wont, usually in silken garments or fashion originals that satisfied more than simply the eyes. Wearing something comfortable was her first priority and nothing pleased her more than feeling precious. Decorated in a daisy-fresh sundress for the sultry summer evenings or wrapped securely against Caldwell’s frozen winter winds in a cable knit sweater and wool skirt atop cushy suede boots, she usually accessorized with the same beatific expression of satisfaction.<br><br>Her features were delicate, nearly feline in shape. Her eyes were tilted upward at the outer corners like her mahmen’s. Her lips also turned upward at their edges like her father’s when he smirked but hers was a kindly smile, natural and without rancor. The paleness of her complexion made for comparisons to alabaster and moonlight. Despite the rich red-gold of her long hair, it was the color in her eyes that drew one inward – the softest blue-green, usually framed by cinnamon lashes when she wasn’t wearing makeup.<br><br>But this was no standard day. Her father, Ambrose Langdon, summoned her to his study immediately following first meal. Curious as to her father’s lack of conversation during the meal, she’d kept quiet herself, wondering if this private discussion would have anything do to with mother’s nervous twisting of her rings as they had parted company moments earlier. “Is anything amiss, father?” she asked, moving to take one of the leather chairs placed before his massive desk. He arranged himself at the desk, taking up an envelope with a wax seal from the mat.<br><br>“This is… difficult, my flower. Forgive me,” he sighed, leaning forward heavily upon his arms without opening the envelope. His baritone voice seemed ragged as he started slowly. “I made a promise years ago. I would have your aid in keeping that promise… a promise to help someone. To help their family… survive.”<br><br>Surprised that her father would feel the need to ask, she started forward, placing a hand lightly upon his own. “Of course you have me to aid you, father. How could you doubt so?” More concerned for the toll this discussion’s subject matter seemed to be taking upon him, Khyrrin grasped his fingers as they encircled hers in return.<br><br>“I almost hate that this has come to pass… but must needs call upon your devotion and obedience, daughter. I would have you commit yourself to an untested male… for his feeding alone. He has just been born and the family… there was a loss due to the birth.” The fact that her father, whom she respected more than anyone else in the world, could barely discuss the situation, she began to fear. A sense of foreboding swept through her, her lips parting to ask more questions but he continued.<br><br>“The male child is unwell. There are things… he might not survive to his transition. But in the case that he does, will you act as his blooded Vitae – his feeder until he is mated properly?” Her father finally looked up at her through the same pale blue-green eyes she reflected. A shimmer within his gaze make her hold her breath, watching him war against his instinct to protect and coddle her compared to the need to fulfill his promise of aid.<br><br>He wanted her to sip from an infant, to take in his blood so that she might find him again a quarter century later in order to be available for his vampiric transition into maturity. She’d only just survived her transition a handful of years ago. There would be two opportunities for her to come into her needing time before the child would come of age himself. By then, she might wish to be mated and have to explain to her potential hellren why she was offering her blood to a stranger at his riskiest point of adulthood. But… this was her father. She could not say no.<br><br>“Whatever you need, my father; whatever this newborn male needs, I offer. I am your obedient daughter and would be proud to save the life of one so worthy as to have your blessing.” Whispering her pledge, she removed her hand from his desk, thinking on how her life would be altered by this commitment. Wherever she wished to be in another 22-25 years, she would give up her freedom to be accessible for this unknown male’s use. And if he didn’t wed and mate shortly thereafter, he would need her regularly for years – perhaps hundreds of years – for feedings. That meant her lifetime if necessary. Could she make a life of her own while obeying this call to duty?<br><br>Ambrose Langdon stood and offered his only daughter the still sealed envelope. It would contain the address of the child and contact information for his parents; parent singular as his mother had died in the birthing process, a not uncommon occurrence with vampire females. Khyrrin took the envelope and waited until her father had departed the study, leaving her alone with her future.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>21-07-2013, 21:25:53</strong>
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				He could still remember that day. Odd, as he was only a small child at the time, barely 5. His hair was brown, streaked with white, an oddity of which the consequences were unknown to him at the time. He did know of the consequences of the red eyes that he saw in the mirror. His eyesight was always poor, and even at that time he wore glasses that darkened as the light in a room increased. Light hurt them, and his pupils did not cooperate. He Would sometimes just walk around with his eyes closed, feeling his way around his father's house. No friends. No one to spend time with but the few nannies that he had. They all pretended that they were his mummy. He never got why they liked playing that. He had never had one, his own dying giving birth to him. He was unsure what precisely a mummy was until he was a little bit older, but, as a young child, he adored the attention lavished upon him by the young women, barely teenagers, always changed too soon, just as he was growing attached to them. He recalled that one incident where his nanny, Marie, was called away from their playtime and his father had come into the room. Whenever his father looked at him, he was either angry, or had a long face, a haunted look in his features. In his later years, Khane realized that it was because his looked so very much alike to his mother. Ruddy skin, the long brown locks, the cheeky grin. But at the time, as a child and only beginning to understand the mysteries of the universe, he was terrified of the large man.<br><br>He looked down as his father indicated for him to walk with him, and he had taken the young Khane back into the garden, where a young girl was seated. She was pretty, but her age was indiscernible to the child, who thought that she was to be his new nanny. He had jumped up onto her lap and quickly introduced himself, was his wont, quickly bombarding her with questions. But, surprisingly, his father had yanked him from the young woman's lap and backhanded him across the face hard enough to send him spinning to the ground, a cut on his lip from the old man's ring. <br><br>"Control yourself child," He had said," This is not your new nanny. Miss Khyrrin, I must apologize for my son's behavior."<br><br>Khane nodded and stood up, hold back tears as the bruise on his face formed. His father would only hit him more if he did. He explained what the young woman was here to do. Khane had known that that day was coming and, still staunching back the tears, had offered his wrist to the young woman, turning his face away. He wasn't excited for having her there anymore. She wasn't going to be his friend.<br><br>Even now, 20 years later, her still fingered the scar of where her teeth had sunk into his young flesh. It had been barely a nip, less painful than an ant's bite on the skin, but it had left a mark on him. One that he would always remember. Even now, when his father, after marrying again and having had more suitable heirs, had turned him from his home, the mansion that the young Khane had called home for his entire life. Tossed him out like a dog once the new Jelram heir was born. That name had been stripped from him then, and his father, with a sneer on his face had said," If you were intelligent, which you obviously are not, you would seek out the Lessers to put you out of your misery. Or maybe spend some time out in the sun. But we both know you aren't intelligent."<br><br>He was. He had tried spending time in the sun, but the pain had sent him crawling back to a patch of shade, blisters and sores appearing everywhere that the yellow monster in the sky had touched. He had even sought out the Lessers, but even they were unable to 'put him out of his misery. They had played with him before killing him, poking, prodding, tortured him, and that had brought out a feral side of the Young Khane, and he had attacked, Vicious and unforgiving, he had torn his two attackers to bits. <br><br>"See father," He had said looking down at the eviscerated corpses," I may not be intelligent, but I am braver and a better fighter than you ever were."<br><br>After that, he had disappeared. Unwilling to die, living in the shadows his entire life. Running, running forever from the shadows of his past that would haunt him forever. To disappear better, he shaved his head, covering of the white steaks that there were in what had been long locks, all the way to his shoulder. His muscles had grown, as had he. He stood tall, a handsbreath past 6 feet, built lean and powerful. The things that he couldn't cover, however, were the light streaks over his skin, where pigmentation had been forgotten in his DNA, and the red eyes, so very visible. The eyes he could cover with his special glasses, but not his skin. He was a freak. His father had always said so, and the more time he spent in the wilds of humanity, the more he realized that it was the one thing that the old man had been right about.<br><br>His hunger was sated with humans. Not wanting to grab attention, he took down those that he deemed worthy of death. Drug dealers, murderers, rapists, men that beat their wives or children. Those in particular had his blood boiling, and he would enjoy killing those the most, before sucking them dry. Nobody saw it, and most of the time, nobody cared. He was careful, and always, always alert, sleeping with the proverbial gun under his pillow. <br><br>But the dreams of that young woman that had taken a drop of his blood were starting to get persistent, so he avoided sleeping as much as he could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>22-07-2013, 02:50:13</strong>
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				Dissatisfaction marred Khyrrin’s features. Staring at herself in the mirror, she continued to play with her hair, undecided as to wear it up or down or braided or… oh, Virgin, she could not concentrate. It was just another of the Glymera’s functions that necessitated formal dress and complete composure – not that she was ever presented in another fashion. It so happened that she was comfortable in haute couture and the pristine manners as taught to her by her mahmen. And she hardly ever enjoyed a function that wasn’t a part of the Glymera’s social set. Thinking on her young life, she’d barely spent a day away from home that hadn’t had her surrounded by guards or family members. How long would this go on?<br><br>It was tempting to blame her father for her situation. It was his promise after all that she was keeping. Then, in going that direction, she supposed she could blame the family to whom he’d made a pact regarding their mutual respect and care for each other. The head of the Jelram line had been a younger friend of father’s, both sitting upon councils and committees. Both had appropriately mated with fine and honorable females of unquestionable quality and been acknowledged as the progenitors of their lines. Their celebratory toasts to each other might have been forgotten over time, their salutes and promises offered simply remembered as the flush of exuberance. But while Jelram had married well, his wife did not conceive until decades after Langdon’s. Khyrrin was an only child and would inherit everything her family held dear… that included her father’s honor. She would never betray his trust or love.<br><br>That fact alone made it impossible for her to falter in keeping the promise of protection herself. She was dedicated to the welfare and feeding of a man not yet a full vampire. His transition would occur any time and she had been searching through her link to his blood for his presence. Strange enough that he would have separated from his family. Stranger still that the Jelram progenitor had married again and started from scratch with new children to claim as his only family. Perhaps the loss of his first wife had been so completely debilitating, he’d had to erase all memory of her from his household, but the severing of father from son – it was something she could not comprehend. Only now, as his first child neared his transition, had Lord Jelram reached out to discuss the matter with her father. She’d known the time was coming. All of her life depended upon how the younger Jelram led his own. She could be trapped into spinsterhood for the next few hundred years if he survived his transition and abstained from marriage or taking another female’s vein.<br><br>Did that mean it was right to blame the child – the soon to be male, she reminded herself – for her predicament? Hardly. Neither of them had been born when the promise was made between their fathers. He was just as innocent as she in the pact that now bound them so thoroughly. Frustration and fear gnawed at her from deep inside. It was one thing to know that she might marry, might bear children, might survive to watch them grow. It was another to have even that loose a fantasy taken from her while capitulating to a family duty. No male of worth would consider her for mating while she fed another. Until the younger Jelram decided to take a wife, she would be beholden to remain accessible to him. Virgin help her if he was undeserving or unlikable. Depending on how often he wanted to feed, he could make her life miserable.<br><br>She thought back to her last meeting with the child that would call her his Vitae. Small for his age and marked by the oddest pigmentation, little Khane had been vital and charming, leaping into her lap before invited. She’d nearly burst into laughter but his father’s reaction stunted her own. She’d never seen a parent react so coldly toward his own child. The poor 5 year old had been cuffed for a perceived insult that she’d not even registered. The incident had made her terribly nervous, wondering what her father and Lord Jelram had in common – certainly not the way they engaged with their children. Keeping her participation in the blood sharing clinical, Khyrrin had simply pricked the boy’s hand and licked the wound closed, leaving the transaction at that. But she’d wondered for years since then why the father had treated him so cruelly, stamping out the joy she’d seen in Khane’s friendly face.<br><br>Thinking back, she’d seen the father around his son one previous time. As soon as she’d opened the sealed letter with the family’s contact information, she’d answered to the summons. Newly transitioned herself, she’d been taking the vein of a male highly regarded for his station and comportment, but to be extremely honest, he was not accepted by the Glymera at large. It was rumored that his sexual preference would not culminate with an appropriate mating, destined to create children. He was in love and lust with other men and that suited Khyrrin just fine. That he had his own Vitae from whom he could drink but did not feed himself just continued the line of progression. One female fed him, he fed Khyrrin, and she would feed Khane. They should start a club – the unmatched and unwanted society. Saddened to her core to know that she might not experience a love so great as to bring about a bonded male to her mating, Khyrrin could have wept for her virginity.<br><br>Upon entering the Jelram household, she was asked to follow the doggen to the nursery where another servant was feeding the infant. The place had been festooned with mourning décor, the somber colors dour and depressing, not at all what one might associate with a newborn. Taking her first look at the child, his skin had been ruddy with odd lightened marks. Even the dark fuzz upon his tiny head showed two lighter stripes as if someone had bleached the color from it above his temples. When the babe had opened his eyes though… she was incensed that someone had already fed the tiny creature the blood of a powerful adult vampire. That was not only against protocol, it was dangerous for the babe. As she’d whipped around to address the doggen about the infant’s safety, she was assured that the brilliant red color in Khane’s eyes was natural – that it had been like that from his birth. Stunned with this revelation, she had to calm herself before accepting it as the truth. Looking again at the baby boy, she’d held her breath, noting that through his physical appearance alone he might be ridiculed and even shunned by the Glymera for his unusual qualities. Only the perfect belonged within the Glymera. What place in such an insular society would an unusual-marked child with the curse of his birth bringing about the death of his mother have, especially since his eyes would tell of his breeding to the human population?<br><br>Eyes – she blinked into her own, neither the mirror nor her own body having moved in… how long? Glancing to the clock on her mantle, she noted how much she didn’t care to show up on time to yet another frivolous party. In fact, she didn’t wish to go at all. Sure, all of her friends would be there, but she would lament the fact that she couldn’t belong after she started meeting with Khane Jelram for his feedings. Considering her current mood, she didn’t feel that she belonged at all. She would only bring everyone else down.<br><br>Could she beg off just this once? Maybe she could profess some weakness or illness… or her needing time. She was about due anyway, what could it hurt to exaggerate a little? Would she get away with it if she had a doggen send her apologies and explained in the most polite terms that there were ‘circumstances beyond her control that prevented her from attending, despite her RSVP to the contrary’? How much would she care later if the truth came out, that she had avoided a party and lied as to why? Oh, Virgin! She could not concentrate tonight! What was amiss?<br><br>She was beginning to worry about finding Khane in time. His transition was imminent, usually just after a vampires’ 25th birthday. She’d started looking for him in the dreaming as soon as the month before his birthday and that had been over a month ago. He was now 25 and would be experiencing severe hunger brought on by the need for powerful blood, a female’s blood. There would be discomfort and pain and an awful several days of bone breaking, muscle stretching torture, only to be followed by weeks of awkward sensitivity and a flaring lust IF he lived through the transition. She had to find him soon.<br><br>Making up her mind with a toss of her hairbrush, Khyrrin informed her doggen maid what to say on the phone to her expectant hosts, apologizing for the sudden change of plans. She nearly tossed off the beautiful gown, but didn’t want to waste any more time. She moved to her bed and reclined, leaving her shoes on the floor. It took a few minutes to relax, thinking about the blood she’d snuck to young Khane’s mouth, helping him heal up the cut his father’s ring had created moments before. A single drop would make him drowsy – more than that would have endangered a baby’s life but perhaps not so much a 5 year old’s. That was the only reason she was willing to chance the kindness to his pert little mouth when she was but 25 herself. Concentrating on that single drop of blood in his body, she sent herself into a trance, willing her body to find and recuperate it from him. She invaded his unconscious mind with the desire to find her in return, not realizing that the bond she’d created that day would be powerful enough for him to return the tranced attempt at finding her. She pictured herself as in the same white sundress she’d worn when meeting Khane at the age of 5. Sitting on a bench in his father’s garden, she’d wanted to appear calm and trustworthy to the child, instilling in him a sense of trust so that he would know to look for her, call her when his time came around. That he had not yet called or appeared to her, she began to grow concerned.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>27-07-2013, 03:11:57</strong>
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				The bar was dark, rather seedy. The lights were dim except for the spot-light ion the young woman in the stage, making all the men in the room jealous of the pole that she was wrapped around. Sure, her breasts were fack and she was only doing this to get some spending money during her college years, but men of the kind that frequented bars like these cared little. They slipped bills into her g-string, making promises of more money to be made if she met them back-stage. She would smile, wiggle her hips a bit for the extra buck or two, and ignore the propositions. She was here to show and tell, not show and be touched, after all. After maybe ten minutes, she would get off the stage, get some clothes on, and waiter for the same men, now listening to the propositions and tips. She would make money with 'special' sessions with 'special' clients, after all. Lap dances. The special kind, in the private booths in the corners of the rooms. <br><br>One man tried to stay out of trouble. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt, the powerful muscles in his arms rippling with every movement. He was clean shaven, his eyes covered by a pair of glasses that were a little difficult to see through. Not sunglasses, definitely, too light for that. And, well too dark in the room for them too. He spoke in a weird accent when asking for his drinks, sipping his third icy beer since he had arrived, just as many hours ago. He also had three napkins with three different numbers on them, along with a name like Rose, Sarah, or the regulars like Ruby and Jasmine. He had tried calling the numbers that had been left to him once. Once he had gotten the girl in private, she had been terrified of his eyes. They all were. I mean... how many people did you meet who's eyes were literally red?<br><br>Well... his, obviously.<br><br>He leaned back into his seat, watching the next performer come on stage. Odd how they had started to fascinate him lately. The wiggling hips, the breasts and the slow uncovering of them. Guys talked about how they were 'hot' and 'tasty', as well as other such nicknames, but he never got why. Or why the women stood for it. His father had taught him one good thing, apparently, and that was how to treat a woman with respect and dignity. He understood the drive that men had for the opposite sex, but he didn't have it. The reason was, he wasn't really a man. Oh, he had all the parts and everything, but his changing hadn't come yet. His father had always been a bit vague as to when that was supposed to be happening. For all he knew, his father wanted him dead during hsi changing. Less family dishonor that way. <br><br>Why was he here? He asked himself the same question 5, maybe six times per minute. He was tired, sleepy, exhausted, all the words for sleep deprived and working on a few news ones. Sleeping was tough. Hard to sleep when you were going to see someone in your dreams. He took another sip of his beer, taking another sip of his beer. Beer didn't affect him the way that it used to. Right now he was supposed to start feeling light headed, but lately shit had started happening. Food stopped satisfying him. He turned to blood, for the first time in years and that barely calmed the hunger that was slowly growing inside him. Slowly, carefully, elegantly, but it was there, he had no doubts. He needed vampire blood again. <br><br>He licked his lips at the thought and stood, moving out of the bar in a rush, leaving his bill paid with a generous tip. He was feeling nauseous and that usually came before passing out. He had no place to go, no one would share a bed with a freak like him. He reached his room in the motel nearby when it hit. He tried to crawl to the bed, but his eyes closed and his body seemed to just give up on him and he dreaded what came next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>29-07-2013, 08:13:27</strong>
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				Instead of the typical gut wrenching difficulty with digestion he’d been manifesting for several weeks now, he passed out before he could sit upon his ass and ended up in a nosedive over his bed. Khane’s mind did not hang around to register his face plant into the mattress. Flopped on his front, his well-toned shoulders seemed to shiver as his consciousness left him, straightening his spine to something semi-comfortable. Breathing to the side, his mouth was open, eyes already rolling under their lids as the dream returned, fuzzy and distant at first.<br><br>Hazy white fog seemed to well up from the darkness, creating amorphous swirls of light in the middle ground. Floating forward – or more likely, watching the background pull toward him – Khane watched as a scene developed into startling clarity, much like the fading in of an image on photographic paper in the right chemical bath. Accompanying the visual were various mockingbird trills, light and peaceful, as if the garden he so accurately remembered were there and he within it. Instead, he found the bench where a form in white sat, waiting for him. He knew this. She… yes, <span class="bbc_u">she</span>… was waiting for him, to… service him. The female turned her head, a gauzy hood pulled up around her hair, shielding him from the intimate details of her physical being. As she lifted her countenance, curls of gingery red softened the edges of her cheeks and jaw, her skin so pale. Her eyes tilted up to him, gentle and hopeful and searching. They were a smoky Eton Blue, nearly green, nearly turquoise, but still their own hue. They reacted as he closed distance, staring up at him openly. No one ever stared up into his eyes without nervousness or fear. No one but this female.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wT5L5FO8jbc/S9HwnmUoQGI/AAAAAAAAAWM/qcRnT-vcmGs/s400/Bryce%20Dallas%20Howard%20Hot%20Sexy%20and%20Beautiful%20Wallpapers1.jpg)</div><br>She had been starring in his dreams for some time, vague impressions of appearing before him with his name on her lips, almost calling to him. Tonight, she not only called to him, she actually spoke, and he hadn’t had enough to drink to drown out the message this time.<br><br>“Khane. I know what you are going through. I can help you.” She was quiet though a sense of urgency made her voice notable. “You are hungry, but not for food, nearly starving. You are confused and becoming brash. You are restless and yet feel physically exhausted all the time. Your body is making changes, dear Khane. Please let me help you. Call to me. Tell me where you are so that I might meet you. I would help you, worthy male.” The tone of her voice, so soothing, was that of the woman he’d met two decades earlier as a child, hopping into her lap. She appeared then like a guardian angel and hadn’t changed a single detail since then. The column of her throat particularly intrigued him, his jaws aching in his sleep.<br><br>Suddenly the words had changed and she was cooing to him in the Old Language, the rise and fall of her pitch graceful and sensual. “<em>With your permission, I would meet thee, honored male, and bring thee into thine next life. This humble female promises, Khane Jelram, I would be thine <em>Vitae</em> – thine draft of life. Thou has but to call to me and I will come.</em>” The compelling tone and her sweet nature made the memory ride deep into his subconscious, screaming for him to send to her, to bring her closer. But the dream was fading and an annoying reality coalesced around him, stinking of car exhaust, old food, stale air conditioning, and moldy carpet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>04-08-2013, 21:21:56</strong>
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				He felt it. He felt like a piece of metal being drawn to a magnet. He was still too far away for the draw to drag him along unwillingly, but he felt it tugging at him. Well, technically, not at him. More like at... well, his soul. Pulling him, drawing him out. It was a special feeling, not at all unpleasant. He resisted it only because he didn't know what it was. Well, it could only be bad as it was causing his body that much pain, and yet when he seemed to clear it, detaching his consciousness from his body, everything faded, making everything seem so clear. He wasn't normal, even among his own kind. Humans were so strange that they almost accepted him as one of their own, but they didn't truly understand him. They didn't know what he was, and if he told them, they likely wouldn't believe him. Humans were so ignorant sometimes. Even when presented with the facts and proof, they would still question and mock, not believing what their eyes were telling them.<br><br>And... well, to be honest, that bespoke of quite a few vampires as well, he was ashamed to admit. <br><br>The hazy fog seemed to be in his own head, like his eyes watering up. He was a little disoriented, his mind working on automatic as it tried to comprehend what on earth was going on around him. He felt uncomfortable in these surroundings for a bit until he understood what it was. Well, what it seemed to be. It felt like a hallucination, but since he hadn't taken anything that would cause something like this, either it had been slipped to him, or he was arriving at that time of terrors that his father had explained to him in excruciating detail. He felt that the old man had enjoyed torturing the him like that.<br><br>He really hated his father sometimes. <br><br>Looking around, he stiffened up when he saw her. Her face was covered in a veil that was see-through enough for him to see basic details of her face. She was... nearly intoxicating, her eyes large, a sort of mix between green and blue, with a hint of silver touching it, mesmerizing all over. Her skin was pale white, flawless,&nbsp; and beautiful, cold as marble and yet radiating a warmth that him smiling despite himself. After a few seconds, he realized it, and frowned, forcing the corners of his lips downwards. He didn't want to look like a doped up idiot. <br><br>He averted his eyes, feeling uncomfortable. Something about her was tugging at the distant and long suppressed memories of his time as a child, when his only care was to avoid the anger of his father, which both came too swiftly and too brutal. He looked into her eyes and brought his hand up to his cheek, his mind brought back to when he had last looked into those eyes. He had been on his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks, his hand on his cheek just like it was now, both comforting the abused section of skin, reddened from the back-handed slap, and covering it in utter and complete shame. His gleaming red eyes came up again, meeting hers with his powerful gaze, one that usually had men and women looking away and looking for an easy retreat. Not many could stand looking into his eyes, something about teh redness making them very intimidating indeed. He wondered how long she could withstand it.<br><br>Her words left him confused. <br><br>He knew she was right. She was telling the truth, he could tell, but he was still cautious. People normally didn't just appear in hallucinations/dreams and offer help and be expected to be believed at the drop of a hat. He wanted her, needed her badly. But... that was what was making him cautious. He had never quite felt something like this before. It was a physical attraction, like that magnet to her that he felt. He unconsciously took a few steps forward, extending his hand before blinking, a look of suspicion crossing his face," Who... are you? Why are you here? Why don't you come to me... you know, in real life instead of this dr...Gah!"<br><br>He fell to his knees as a powerful pang of pain coursed through his body, making him close his eyes, gritting his teeth growling. But this time it didn't fade, not really. It stayed there, jerking him with jolts every few seconds and he looked up to her, his eyes redder then before, his muscles tensing and he growled," What's... happening... to me?" He said through clenched teeth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>05-08-2013, 05:24:43</strong>
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				Khyrrin had sent the same dream day after day, hoping as Khane slept, he would receive it, remember it, and call to her the following night. Dematerializing to his location would have been simple with his aid, but down right dangerous without it. Knowing that as a pretransitioned male, he would not yet be capable of dematerializing himself, she was willing to go to him despite not knowing what kind of place he housed himself. She would need his invitation to his body, zipping her molecules through space and time to his location.<br><br>It occurred to her she would be relatively helpless in his company but to return home by dematerialization if necessary. He could have her trapped in a weak and security-lacking structure during the day should his feeding take him long enough. She would be victim to whatever climate he’d sought out in his run-away status, alone and unwelcome to his ancestral home. She did not relish the thought of being completely without chaperone in his company, but reminded herself that she was the elder of the two and that her example would set the tone of their meeting. He might be the male between them but her comportment would educate him in how to treat her… surely. Not that she’d ever fed a male before. Goodness. She’d only ever taken from her friend, the Vitae of her transition and someone worthy of her platonic regard if not her body or romantic love, when necessary. They kept their transactions as neat and formal as possible to avoid offenses made to either party. Most often, she reclined in a chaise with him sitting behind her upright. His arm would appear over her shoulder, just the right height for her fangs to elongate right through his skin, piercing his vein, and she would latch on, calmer than a hungry babe at a teat. Clean, clinical, productive if dispassionate. That was the way they each liked it.<br><br>Being early still in the evening, she was not expecting to find her dream altered at all… in fact, she was surprised to see/sense Khane at all. Normally, she would expect him to experience her sending hours later when he slept. In fact… what was letting him experience it now? Why was he asleep at night? Goodness, was he too far gone already, his body needing both rest and her blood before it literally ate itself from the inside out?<br><br>In her dream-send, Khyrrin watched as the little boy she had expected to face turned into a wispy-edged larger version, suddenly much more male than she’d ever envisioned before. Of course he would be older… taller… ah, certainly… wider. She was surprised, uncertain that she should be interacting with him at all. She’d not been prepared for questions but the sudden awful onslaught of pain on his part was an alarm in her heart.<br><br>“Khane! Please, I know you cannot come to me. Welcome me to your presence and I will deliver myself to you. I am ready now if you need me,” she called, hoping he was not too distracted by the pain to incite the drop of blood she’d taken from him. If he called it back to himself, she could find him, no matter where on the earth he’d hidden away.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>11-08-2013, 00:02:21</strong>
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				He wanted to ask again. He needed to know what was happening. All that he knew about the transition was a few of the gruesome to which he had been privy to, but nothing that involved too much detail, and nothing except the horrific image of a man clawing at the walls in agony as his body chewed at itself, needing nourishment but never finding it. Dying in utter abandonment and pain. His father insinuated that he wanted the young child to suffer such a fate, but unfortunately a Vitae had already been selected, before he had been born. Before it had been known that he was marked, unclean, impure. Images of his father laughing as he was there, doubled over, the clean, pure notes of his laughter ringing in the place that they were in. Hallucinations upon hallucinations. It made something snap in the vampire. It made something change, alter, become new in his body. That hunger that he felt for her, that need suddenly became too powerful to fight back. This new realization made him look up to her, his red eyes gleaming intensely as he lusted and hungered for her.<br><br>He needed to accept her, take her in, pull her in, but that was impossible. First he tried reaching out to her, but as he drew closer, her image began to fade in a whispy mist. No! He needed her, and she wasn't going away that easy. He practically willed her back into a solid state as he drew closer. She was his, and she wasn't going anywhere before he was given what was needed. He reached out and gabbed her ferociously by the forearm, his eyes locked on hers as he pulled her to him. Something about her comparatively small, slim, fragile body pressed against his made him feel something different. The pain had been there, gnawing at him, making him growl, but this was something else, both making the pain more intense and easier to withstand at the same time. But he had a feeling that it wouldn't last. The Dream around them began to fade, the feeling her body becoming less like a dream and more and more real. Where his vision was blurred was now taking on shape, definition. He pulled the veil from her hair as the image around them became a bit darker, lights flickering.<br><br>As she materialized in his motel room he dipped his head down, shyly at first, pressing his lips gently to hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>11-08-2013, 21:48:03</strong>
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				Shock after shock zipped through Khyrrin as her conscious mind raced to keep up with what was happening. First, he was finally calling to her! She could feel the pull. She was prepared to run outside in order to dematerialize to his location. As her father’s house was protected with heavy amounts of steel within the walls to protect against unwelcome incursion by vampires, so too would no vampire be capable of dematerializing outside through the hidden metal cage. Except the pull was so strong… she knew she had done the impossible when the air around her changed.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://coolspotters.com/files/photos/803070/monique-lhuillier-spring-2012-rtw-blue-and-white-ink-blot-print-faille-strapless-tufted-gown-profile.jpg)</div>Second, the heat was so vivid, burning off the bulk next to her, she thought she’d been transported next to a fireplace. Gasping in surprise, she flipped her lids open, looking up at a cheap panel ceiling that showed water stains in the uneven paint job. Afraid of what she might find, she turned her head slowly, her eyes leading the way. Instead of her damask bedding of peach and gold, she found herself lying upon thin cotton sheets with a man turning toward her, his weight pressing the mattress down under her side. She rolled naturally toward him, her hands coming up to land upon his chest. Frightened but recognizing him immediately, her mouth opened and her eyes were wide, nearly glowing in the dark with blue-green concern. He surprised her, his arm lifting around her slight form to grasp her naked forearm. Pulled up against him, he was burning with fever. The dress she had donned for the party tangled around their legs, her heart racing under her strapless bodice.<br><br>The white of her gown was more a pale blue in comparison to the warmth under her alabaster skin. Inky rich cobalt brought out the green in her eyes, the red of her hair, not that Khane was able to appreciate the nuances at this time. He was nearly atop her, his arm trapping hers at his chest as he loomed over her, his fingers impossibly gentle as they curled around her delicate bones. Without bruising her, he’d slid her half underneath his body, pinning her long skirts between her knees with his leg. She gaped up at him, her lips barely tinted with a moisturizing balm, not having painted them yet while at her vanity.<br><br>His lips… they scored her mouth with heat. She felt a tremble throughout her body as if chilled by his unconscionable action, kissing her without her permission or even asking. But it was not cold or rage or even insult she felt under his kiss. It was a flame igniting. Something slow burning and quickly heating within her core. She moved her mouth softly, trying to cushion herself from the hint of alcohol and spice she tasted. All she noted next was the intensity of pleasure the slide of his lips made, a squeeze blooming somewhere inside, a clench she’d never before experienced. Gasping again, she moaned, hoping to direct him to take her vein, but she couldn’t tear herself away from his mouth long enough to speak. She whimpered then, hoping to save him still, her blood being the thing he needed more than her kisses.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 00:33:04</strong>
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				He felt a fire build inside him with her presence, and Khane knew that he had found a way out of torture that he had been going through the past few days. It burned through it, allowing him to feel something other than the desperation to escape the prison that had been his body in the past few weeks. He had on multiple occasions thought of ending it all, lying down in the sun until his body burned to a crisp, maybe jump from a tall building, or stab himself. Maybe even provoke a Lesser into a fight, because he wasn't sure if all of the above would actually cut the proverbial mustard.<br><br>But now he felt... different. Like something was tugging him through the pain, showing him the way to get rid of it. But he wanted more of her lips. They tasted divine, like angels aught to, he supposed, and he just couldn't get enough. He kissed them furiously, passionately, and yet an attempt was made not to crush this young woman under his body, his powerful arms, already glistening with sweat in the weak light, flexing to keep his full weight off of her. Then it hit him again. Like a million scorpions had been placed over his body and they were injecting him with acid instead of their normal venom. He tensed up, rolling himself off of her. His muscular body arched up off of the bed and a bloodcurdling scream of agony was caught in his throat, replaced by something far less high pitched, but more intense, his eyes open and the red brighter, the veins from his neck showing as he gritted his teeth.<br><br>Writhing, he spun himself off of the bed. The pain felt like it was a direct result of his romantic kiss with the girl, like a jealous lover, not willing to share him. He was blind, his eyes wide open but seeing nothing, his lungs empty of air and he found that he wasn't able to suck in some more. his fingers clawed frantically at the ground, at the sheets dangling off of the bed, at <em>anything</em>, trying to find some thing to stop the sudden and potentially lethal attack on his body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 09:31:47</strong>
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				As confused as she was, the improbable having turned into fact, Khyrrin knew that there were many things wrong with their meeting. She could not have traveled here… and surely hadn’t under her own power. So what had made her materialize in this humble room? As delightful a kiss as they were sharing, this too was an unlikely situation. She was his Vitae, his draught of life – not some loose woman to be found with him in his bed during a feeding. She thought about protesting, fearing to fight against his grasp. She needed to speak with him, but he violently tore himself away before she could react. Flung off the bed, he thrashed and groaned, the noise more like that of a construction excavator digging into rocky soil rather than his molars grinding together. Fearing for his well being more than her own at this point, she followed and fell to his side, one arm pitifully trying to hold him down across his shoulders.<br><br>“Khane! I’m here!” She leaned over his torso, bringing up her other arm while clinging to him. She had no problem extending her fangs and ripping into her own wrist only to turn it toward his mouth before a drop of her rich blood could be spilt. “Drink,” she commanded, though to her own ears it sounded like a plea. Sliding her wound over his lips, she was ready for the plunge of his fangs into her flesh, perhaps even eagerly awaiting it. She needed to help him far beyond the pact her father and his had made before their existences.<br><br>Scintillatingly redolent and heavy with nutriment, her sanguine fluid moistened his lips while he screamed. The redhead grasped around his shoulder, pulling herself atop him to force down her arm, willing for her blood to fill and overspill his mouth if necessary. “Drink… please drink, my worthy male,” she begged, having no idea what she said under her stress, desperate to save him as if her very life depended upon the act.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 00:55:32</strong>
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				He was going to pass out. He had before, sort of, but it was worse this time. He saw white lights flashing before his eyes, and he tried to blink them away, but not only couldn't he blink them away, as the muscles contracted in his body, not allowing him to breath, they grew denser and harder and harder to ignore. He had been here before, and he knew that the very next step, only a few blinks away would lead to him blacking out, and waking up hours later with a severe headache and a foul temper. But now was different. Something final about this one was sapping at his life, drawing everything that he was into those accursed white lights, and the next time he blinked, they would all be washed away, along with him.<br><br>But then something happened. Like someone had snapped their fingers and made a wish come true, the white lights disappeared. He was able to breath again. He could see her pressing her bloodied wrist to his mouth, the scent heady and delightful. He could feel the taste as some seeped into his mouth, that silky, salty, slick taste that was more heady than the world's most potent alcoholic drink and it seemed to sooth the pain a bit, or at least increase his tolerance for pain as it slowly became more tolerable, although he couldn't really tell if it was from the pain decreasing. But he did have something something new to grab his attention.<br><br>Blood.<br><br>Lots of it.<br><br>The idea at first felt a bit off, that he was drinking blood from a fellow vampire. Humans would classify this as some form of cannibalism and, from their reaction to it, he should have been repulsed by the thought. But no, it felt natural, it felt needed, wanted, something that his body required to continue surviving. So his powerful hands moved up and gripped her arm tight, not too tight, he hoped, and he suck on the freshly made wound, drinking in the blood that was his life force, what he truly needed to live past another day. He sucked as though his life depended on it, as he was sure it did.<br><br>But soon, he was able to have the presence of mind to realize that she might need some of her blood too, but... he didn't want to pull away. He didn't want to be parted from this gift.<br><br>But what if he needed it again? He dragged his fangs away from her wrist and leaned back. The pain was gone, not entirely, like an animal that had been put in a cage that it was bound to break free from, but it was caged now and he relaxed, leaning his head back, even licking his lips," I... I..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 05:16:12</strong>
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				Khyrrin’s eyes flew open as his fangs extended through her flesh, the wound she’d made pressed between his lips. She would have gasped at the thrill of the feeling, but for her self-conscious awareness of how she might sound. Like a harlot, a sexed up wanton. She clenched her teeth together, refusing to make a sound though she was certain her heartbeat raced like rolling thunder under her chest.<br><br>She could feel the draw and ebb of his drinking, the pull along her muscles as his hands encircled her arm. He didn’t so much crush her skin as fondle it and that disturbed her in no small amount. In fact, she quivered, wondering what about that touch – not quite painful, not quite innocent – made her hunger for it… for him. Oh, Virgin! What was she thinking?<br><br>She held still, half curled atop his body, trying not to move for fear of hurting or disturbing him as he drank deeply. Far too soon, she sensed him slowing. His pull was softening and she feared he was past the point of no return. Panic turned her eyes round as her head came up to see him voluntarily stopping at her wrist. She was amazed; firstly that he survived, and secondly, that he seemed capable of halting his need for her blood this close to his transition. She closed her open mouth with a newfound respect for him.<br><br>“Please, don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice startlingly low and throaty. She blushed, staring into his eyes, willing him to take more of her vein. She slid carefully over his body, kneeling to his side. Her skirt flared out over his lower body, white and blue spilling over them both. She leaned over his face, her free hand stroking idly at his jaw line, her fingers curling under his ear and neck, trying to convince him to drink again.<br><br>“You’re going to need the strength, Khane. Take it,” she pleaded, her slight form pressing near his side like a gentle breeze.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>28-08-2013, 22:00:55</strong>
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				He could feel her reactions, as he was so very, very close to her right now, as close as one living being could be to another. He felt the gentle shudder, her delicious touch against him as he pulled her closer. He didn't want to drain her of all her lifeblood, although he wasn't quite sure how that worked for a vampire, he didn't want to kill her. Not only was he likely to need her again, but well... there was something between them. There was something that made him want her around with each gentle tug to her veins. And thus, when he pulled away, very reluctantly, and she didn't want him to stop, he found himself incredibly tempted to keep going.<br><br>Instead, he moved, his powerful body feeling reinvigorated with the blood now flowing through his system, making him feel light headed and... animalistic instincts rushing through him, his hands took her by the waist and he lifted her up off of him, placing her gently but firmly on her back as he moved over her. His red eyes almost glowed in the dim light of the room, their redness suddenly painfully obvious as he pulled her close to him, his hands pushing her dress up to her hips as to allow him top settle comfortably between her thighs.<br><br>"I will," He whispered softly," I just want another vein," His voice was low and rumbling across the room, his presence radiating his power as he dipped his head and, kissing her lips once more, leaned down and bit gently into her neck, beginning to suck there as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>29-08-2013, 02:14:40</strong>
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				Khane took over, leading Khyrrin to her back on the floor. She not only couldn’t have fought him physically, his body being so much stronger and harder and bigger than her own – she wouldn’t have wanted to. He was so gentle, his movements didn’t startle her at all. She felt comfortable with his hands caressing her waist, the built in corselet tight enough to keep from shifting as his fingers nearly encircled her. Her hair was a mess of glorious glossy curls, cushioning her scalp from the hard floor. She didn’t want him to press her away from him – he couldn’t possibly be done feeding, not if he wanted to live through his two-part transition.<br><br>But then, he wasn’t putting her far from him, she realized. He was rearranging their positions so that he might curl over her, knees between her own while he spoke. With his dusky, low voice filling her senses, she melted, trembling. Watching his eyes, she momentarily lost track of what he was doing when his lips took her kiss again, her head reeling with the flavor of her own blood.<br><br>She’d never been kissed like this. It was alien and exciting and nerve-wracking and so soft… too soft. Virgin, she wanted to strike upon his throat as she considered the flavor he’d introduced to her mouth. She’d never fed from a male in that manner – why think on it now, she wondered.<br><br>And far too soon, his kiss was gone and her lashes were blinking furiously, wiping away the dazed daydreams brought forward by the sensual moment. His head lowered so that she could no longer see his eyes and she lamented for their loss. She wanted to watch him, care for him, guide him… and he was piercing her neck. <em>OH VIRGIN!</em><br><br>She shuddered hard as if electrified for one moment, clinging to him all of a sudden. Afraid to fall from some terribly spinning height, she dug her fingers into the backs of his arms as he cradled her under him, his body rigid above, creating a cage so that he might not crush her. Feeling anything but trapped, she fluttered under him, seeking a comforting solidity in his half embrace. She wrapped herself around him, unconscious with what their tangled bodies would seem to mean from an outside point of view. She didn’t even notice her spine arcing her upward to feel his heat, her knees brushing the outsides of his hips, her gasping as each draw of her blood into his mouth had her overwhelmed with stimulation. She only knew that if he stopped now, she would be lost – dropped from an immeasurable height to fall and never land.<br><br>She cooed in pleasure, her heartbeat hastening his meal to his fangs. Her nails dragged along his sweaty skin, seeking purchase, somewhere to grasp around him and hang on. She was near to tears, her pleasure so great, the experience indefinable. She had no idea the noises coming from her parted lips as she moaned and gasped above his ear. Forgetting everything but this feeling and his scent, she saw the heaven she’d always imagined – a brilliant and beautiful landscape of white, robed figures meandering silently in peace, and what she could only imagine as the Scribe Virgin herself, glowing from under her hooded robe, showing the way to a temple where the most beautiful song was lifted by endless voices.<br><br>Tears flowed across her temples, moistening her hair. Only the salt within them alerted Khane to their presence, making his over-sensitive nose tingle.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>04-09-2013, 21:18:23</strong>
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				He felt his pain being washed away by her, he felt his power slowly being restored. It was still an agonizing experience, his body trembling as her fingers ran over his sweat covered body, but it had gone from a near-death experience to something... otherworldly. His eyes were closed, the pain in his body so refined that to tell it from pleasure was nearing an impossibility, and while it was something that he would not willingly repeat, it was without a doubt the most exquisite moment of his life. She was his in this moment, and this moment seemed to last forever, made so by the various hormones rushing like drugs through his system, making everything seemed to slow, every change, every movement, every rush of her blood into his body feel to last a millennium, and yet a second at the same time. <br><br>As long as it took, her tears drew him from his trance and he dragged himself away from her neck, breathing heavily, his mind finally grinding again into a gear that he recognized, at least from afar. He had been hungry for her blood only moments before.... or had it been days? Hours? He had no idea, but now there was still a hunger, but of a different kind. His need for blood had been sated for the moment, not that it would last. He could feel the beast inside him, in a fitful sleep, more than prepared to break loose at any moment now. But the hunger was replaced with a new kind, one that he had never experienced himself, but had seen in other people before.<br><br>For her. Her body, her lips, her breasts, heaving gently underneath her elegant dress, her stomach, her thighs, that wetness between her thighs too. He looked into her eyes, saw the tears dripping down, and he controlled this hunger as well, although concealing it was not an option. The intensity of his gaze was powerful enough to send anyone running his her placed a trembling hand on her cheek, his rough thumb stroking the tears away. He licked his lips, breathing as heavily, heaving almost, his muscles tense and hard, whimpering with anticipation, his teeth grinding his his mouth. Controlling himself was not easy, and his self control was fading very, very quickly.<br><br>"Are... are you... well?" He whispered through clenched teeth. His mind was raging, pushing him in five different directions, and his face showed it, confusion, agony, pleasure, need, control, all showing on his face. His whole body was quivering like a taut bowstring, just waiting to be released, needing to be released. He needed her in that way too, he realized, but, as he wasn't very knowledgeable in any matter of his transition, he didn't want to do something that might hurt or wound, physically or emotionally, this woman that had already given him so much.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>05-09-2013, 00:53:01</strong>
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				Khyrrin would have sworn that Khane spoke to her while in heaven with her, a mist of cloudy white softening everything around them. She blinked slowly, confused as to why she couldn’t seem to respond any faster. Looking to him, she felt the red of his eyes reach out to her, enveloping her in his power, his thoughts and fears just tickling at the surface of her mind. The amount of blood she’d given him was not enough to threaten her but she was weakened, no longer trembling. Her body didn’t have enough energy to continue shaking so it contained itself, allowing her organs to rest within his body heat. Still he was feverish, she noted. That meant…<br><br>“Your transition,” she whispered, “it comes soon.” The last of her tears fled from her half closed eyes, her body limp. She could not lift her hands to press herself away from him. It occurred to her that his question had been about her welfare, not his own. <em>How selfless.</em> Trying to assure him that everything about to happen was normal, she panted between her words. “Climb upon the bed, dear one. You will need the cushioning. The fits… you will have fits of pain… I’m sorry. I will be here when you are done. It may seem forever, but I am here and I will see you through this.”<br><br>She blanched, thinking about how she could so easily promise these things while incapable of moving for herself. What right did she have to say he might rely upon her for anything? She was unworthy of so glamorous a male. <em>Oh, his eyes,</em> more than anything she wanted to stare into his eyes longer, to have them boring into her as if she were transparent and fascinating to him. She smiled slightly, amused by her ramblings as her body went to work, overproducing the blood she was missing, trying to replenish it while she rested.<br><br>“I have given what I can… you must survive or we will have wasted what… happened between us.” Her mind was still floaty, still clinging to that heavenly space of near distraction. But his eyes were heated and intense… and staring at her just like she wished to be noticed… and she felt valuable to him. “What more might happen?” she accidentally voiced aloud, fantasizing about their future.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>13-09-2013, 00:24:42</strong>
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				She said that he had to move onto the bed, but he didn't want to move. A part of him thought that if he moved away from her, his life, the need that drove him through his pain, through his agony, the kind that came even before his transition. He was alone before, and while he told himself that it was how things were meant to be, to a point where he believed it, now, here in this cheap motel room, in near constant agony, he almost felt better than he had in his entire life. She was there with him. She cared, even if it was her duty, that he was in pain and had done her best to make that agony go away. And she had done a pretty good job of it as well. But he felt as if what had passed was only a prelude compared to what what was coming. He could feel it building on his intake of blood, grinding against the ecstasy of having her near him.<br><br>And he realized that it might be a good idea to do as she told him.<br><br>He pushed himself up as his body began shaking, going numb, shivering as if the world had gone cold. Within seconds, the amount of time that it took for him to stand and lie down on the bed, it went from a gentle quiver that he couldn't stop to shaking as if he had caught hypothermia. He lay down on the bed, oddly comforted. The pain hadn't returned, but this... shaking just wouldn't stop. It was a mild irritant, but nothing more than that. He wondered what was causing it.<br><br>Then it hit. More powerful than before, it had hip doubling over, unable to breath, feeling his eye bulging so much he thought they would drop out of his sockets, unable to close them, unable to see anything but red. His heart was hammering like a frightened jackrabbit, his entire body seemed to be pulsing in the indescribable... thing that was happening to his body. He couldn't even describe it as pain. It was just... too powerful for that. Like it wasn't just pain, or pain was just a by product of what was really happening. He hammered himself back, arching against the bed now as he closed his eyes, now feeling everything as if it was in second person. The feeling was their, but it was just too... incredible for his mind to comprehend. His mouth was open in a soundless scream.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>13-09-2013, 05:20:49</strong>
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				Khyrrin watched from the floor, his arm shaking violently over the edge of the mattress. As soon as he seemed to still, she worried that he was having difficulty or had passed out. Her concern led her to force herself into a sitting position, now able to see across his chest to the underside of his jaw. However, he suddenly arced and tightened, keeping her from moving closer. He was in the throes of the most violent natural event of his life, the transition into his mature stage of vampirism. After this night – Virgin willing, should he live – Khane would be a male of the specie, ready to mate and seed children into his female. Khyrrin was surprised by the regretful hurt that churned inside her chest at that realization. Why would this bother her at all? She wanted him to be well and grow into his maturity safely, able to do all the things a male of worth could.<br><br>But would he seek a marriageable female for his mate? If so, she might be freed from her duty, able to seek for herself a mating of love or convenience. Right now, as their relationship stood, she was his to be called forth for feedings at least monthly – more often if he had been a warrior and needed the replenishing strength of her blood.<br><br>His body bounced and arced again, his arms splayed out to grip the edges of the bed, holding him down. <em>Holy Virgin</em>, he was big enough now to be mistaken for a warrior, she realized. What about his transition? Most males that made it through to become incredibly muscled and strong sent themselves through the warrior’s training with the Brotherhood as their mentors. It was the most honorable status a common male could achieve. Many of the Brotherhood were in fact nobles of their society, or blood related to them if not pedigreed themselves. Thinking on it, Khane had a pedigree – it simply had been expunged per the dictates of his blooded father. That didn’t make him any less capable as a warrior candidate.<br><br>As the pain swept Khane’s consciousness away from the hotel room, Khyrrin would have cried more for him, biting into her lip to keep from whimpering at his gurgled screams. But she had no more tears and her body was only now fixing the loss of blood from his initial feedings. She slowly realized that she needed to heal her skin before she leaked her precious blood without his taking it in. She shakily lifted her arm, sealing the wound at her wrist with her saliva. Testing at her throat, she shivered in pleasure as her fingertips stroked the already healed point of his last strike, her core moistening her folds all over again. She cringed, having no idea why her body was reacting this way. How could she be so distracted as to find arousal when he was only feet away, tortured by the changes within? Ashamed of herself, Khyrrin clambered away from the bed, resting upright in a corner, watching his body as Khane twisted and punched out at nothing.<br><br>She barely recalled her own experience but to know it had been the most brutal physical sensation. She’d had the kindness of civilized drugs keeping her mostly unconscious throughout her transition, but the nightmare of nearly a week’s time becoming accustomed to her changed body and the new requirements of a male’s blood were nearly as debilitating. Poor Khane would remember far too much of today, his muscles splitting under his skin to grow and lengthen around his bones which would be jutting into new formations, making him taller, wider, heavier, stronger.<br><br>Khyrrin realized as his arms were reshaping that the clothing he still wore would either tear as his body warped within it or could restrict his limbs and cut off his ability to change. Either way, the result would not be comfortable for him. Lunging forward, she searched his room for scissors or a cutting tool to remove his garments before he hurt himself. Startled to find a utilitarian if finely made knife, she pulled it free from the sheath and knelt at his size. His hands seemed to be popping, his fingers making horrible fluctuations and shapes as they spread and thickened. She bit her lip hard, working as quickly as she dared with the trembling of her body. Slashing his clothing open and stripping him to his overheated skin, she dragged the rags away into the floor as she sat heavily, breathing hard at her exertions. She needed to rest and recuperate, the weapon still in her hand.<br><br>Watching over his transformation, she didn’t pay any attention to his nakedness until it was his hips punching the air. Suddenly very aware of his body, she flushed and leaned forward to toss the sheet across him, hoping he would forgive her for ruining his clothes. Perhaps he had others here to don once he was rested… she searched the room, concerned when there was so little to find. Chiding herself as a silly girl, she realized that he’d never fit into anything he already had available after his transition. She brought over the one chair in the whole apartment and sat vigil over her charge, the knife forgotten in her lap.<br><br>Hours later, as he started to calm and sink into the mattress, Khane’s body weighing heavily atop the bed, Khyrrin rested back in the chair, staring still. His skin nearly glowed with the differences in pigment. What Lord Jelram might have seen as a fault, she admired with an artist’s appreciation. Khane’s skin was just as beautiful to her as the lark’s wing brows so carefully cultivated by her mother, the natural waves in her father’s mane, the colors of the parrot tulips below her bedroom window. Khyrrin didn’t recognize how much of her started to relax as Khane floated near to sleep, finally closing her eyes for a while. The daylight outside never encroached, allowing them to recover at their leisure.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>17-09-2013, 23:05:28</strong>
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				Time felt odd while he was here. He could feel the pain ravaging his body, making it react in the way that was only natural, violently, with low groans as he was finding hit hard to breath deep enough to scream his agony to the rest of the crummy motel. He felt as if he was growing, like a balloon being puffed up. His skin was stretching, and there was the burn of his muscles being forced to grow into the change. It wasn't a burning, it felt like his entire anatomy had been dunked in gasoline and set aflame. Moving was a terrifying thought, and yet he couldn't help but. He arced on the back, his body moving, instinctively trying to escape this unknown and overwhelming attack. He didn't cry, there were no tears coming from his eyes, and he was sure, in that odd state of mind that he was in, that it was because hid body was burning up. Then came the bones, popping as they were forcibly removed from their sockets, snapped as the growing muscles flexed and then quickly recovering again, only to have them shattered again. He couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't take it.<br><br>His body couldn't. His mind had oddly partitioned itself away from the equation. He was unconscious, in a way. The pains were there, big as life, and he could feel everything. His mind and body would be altered by the sensations that he was feeling now, but he was simply choosing not to feel them at the moment. The fire in his body was simply not to be felt. He felt numb and in the deepest depths of agony at the same time. It was so powerful, it was hallucinogenic, it was so strong that his body simply shut the sensations off from his mind, like snipping a telephone wire to avoid pestering calls. The current was there, but it was simply cut off. Memories of what was happening now would haunt him for as long as he lived but... right now, he simply didn't want to feel them, and he didn't. Like placing parts of his mind in boxes, to be pulled out once not ravaged.<br><br>Like his mind was saving him from his body.<br><br>He had no idea how long this state lasted, and he was lost when it arrived, lost in the confines of his own mind, and, quite frankly, happy to remain so. He was reliving his happy memories, forcibly excluding the bad ones from his mind as he smiled and played as a child. He had so few as an adult, but there were a couple. Like how he had stood victorious over the two Lessers, felled by his hand, the dagger that he had carried dripping with their blood. He had found, in their deaths, a new reason to live, a new reason to remain alive during that time in the torment of rejection. He had been forcibly cowed and beaten y his father into a submissive nature, but when they had attacked, something had snapped inside him. Something violent. Something dangerous. And something that felt so very, very good:<br><br>Power over his own fate. For the first time.<br><br>Eventually he realized that his body seemed to be normal. The light on his eyelids was the same as it had been for a long while, but he could tell that it was daytime. Somehow. And like a rush, his consciousness rushed back into his body. He felt like her had been run over by a train along with it's hundred cars, and, just to top it off, the train had stopped, gone into reverse and slowly ground the wheels over his body again. He felt bloated, bruised and battered, aching and in pain, but nothing like it had been the night before. It was a wholesome, healing kind of pain and he gently moved his arm up to his forehead. He felt cold a bit, and his body was shivering a bit. He reached down to grab the covers that he had kicked off during his time in the bed. His body protested with every movement and he groaned softly as he pulled the covers over him.<br><br>Great, now he was feeling too hot. He pushed it over his chest, feeling... odd somehow over how it moved with every breath. He blinked and opened his eyes, seeing for the first time in... he couldn't tell. Hours? Days? Weeks? Years? Seconds? He licked his dry lips to the realization that his tongue was equally as dry and he groaned, not liking what had happened to him. He twisted his neck around, looking for something, anything...<br><br>And there she was. Looking like an angel, tired from too long a time taking care of him. He noted that neither her arm nor her neck were injured, bandaged, or even scarred. How long had he been out? She was asleep now, his dagger in her lap. Why did she have his dagger? And... he suddenly asked, why was he naked?<br><br>"Water," He croaked, his throat dry as a desert.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>18-09-2013, 03:55:17</strong>
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				Disoriented, Khyrrin heard a voice and tried to find it somewhere in her dream. Anticipating the younger version of Khane as she was used to envisioning him, she could not see the boy he once was. There was no sign of him at all… except she could sense him nearby. Was it an aroma or his heat that kept her senses alert for him while she dozed? It didn’t matter – something was different, something was new. She just couldn’t tell yet what that something was.<br><br>Groggily lifting her head and opening her eyes, she stared at the mass on the bed. Curious as to how many people were piled under the meager cover, she blinked, trying to focus. Suddenly the image before her came into view, Khane’s body enormous even as compared to only last night. She shot upright in the chair, the knife slipping from her thighs as the skirts moved. Ignoring the thunk of the knife as it hit the stained carpet, she leapt from the chair to lean over him, her eyes wide and glittering with unshed tears. “Khane?” she whispered, watching his scarlet eyes follow her. She burst into a grin of such relief, dimples showed on both cheeks.<br><br>Rushing to the faucet, she managed a cup into place, bringing him the coldest water his hotel room would provide. Chagrined that his transition had happened in a place that could not provide quality sustenance, she made do and brought to him in both her pretty hands the water he’d asked for. She knelt on the floor before him, arms lifted to grant him his request, ready to provide so much more.<br><br>Her hair was loose and wavy, untamed around her bare shoulders and throat. She watched him with a delighted smile, proud of his success and her part in aiding him. Only just noticing that he was nude and most likely very sensitive to everything touching his body, she contained herself and lowered her gaze politely, her lashes hiding her eyes from him.<br><br>“The next few days might be discouraging but you will regain your balance, I promise.” She spoke quietly, nearly musical in the variations of her tone. “If you would like to shower, I can assist you there and depart to gather supplies.” She chuckled softly. “I expect your clothing will be of little use to you as you have achieved a size comparable to the king himself. Ah… nothing’s going to fit that you already have here,” she explained, wondering if he understood just how big he was now. She stilled her voice, her head tilted to one side, a tiny smile curling the corners of her mouth, glancing to his eyes in amusement.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>24-09-2013, 01:54:41</strong>
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				He grasped at the glass of water, careful, despite his newfound clumsiness, he was careful not to waste a single drop of the water. He gulped the water down, ignoring the temperature and downing the glass within seconds. He gasped for breath once he was finished, leaning back. He might have drunk too fast and his mouth was still dry. He moved over to the bathroom on rubber knee and he found the sink. Dispensing with the cup, he ducked his head down under the spray of water and sucked in as much as he could until he was satisfied. The bathroom had some towels, clean so far as he could tell and he wiped his face with one, moving back into the room. He looked a mite abashed, and still looking like a hollow tree, ready to drop at the next gust of wind. He leaned on the wall with one hand, with the other holding the sheet that was covering his lower half in place.<br><br>Looking down, he hardly recognized his own body. He had been large and muscular before, but now he was immense. Muscles rippling with every movement that he made, still covered in a light sheen of sweat. He had seen humans undertaking changes like these, but they took months, and either the right body type and lots of dedication, or lots and lots of steroids. For him, it had taken one night... or however long it had been that he had been out. He looked over at his new companion. Although they had felt so close during his feeding, he realized that he knew next to nothing about her. She had visited him a few times as a child, and that had been it. <br><br>He cleared his throat, a little uncomfortable," Uh... I didn't have much clothing to speak of anyway. So... really, anything would be good right about now," He nodded with a smile. While he liked the way that his muscles moved and how they looked, he didn't want them popping out into anybody's vision. That brought in Lessers, and he didn't want them around just now. Not with her here. The fights were usually intense and even, no matter who or what was involved, and he didn't want her anywhere near something like that. While he had nothing against violence, especially against them, he felt protective over her, not wanting her in harm's way, or anywhere near that. So he looked down again, wondering how she would feel over this sudden change in him. <br><br>"I might need a shower," His deep voice rumbled across the room powerfully," I am not sure what happened or if it will happen again, and I intent to be fully prepared if it does," But, as he thought, the pain that he had been in one could never truly be ready for.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>24-09-2013, 03:41:19</strong>
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				Rising to her feet, she looked about for her shoes and realized that she’d been lying on her bed without them when she dematerialized and reformed here. How that had occurred, she still had no idea. But he was in need and she would be the one to care for him while his body recovered.<br><br>Smiling shyly, she used a hand to brush her unruly hair back behind her ear. “Worthy Khane, you should have no more difficulty now but to become familiar with your changes.” She grinned, glad to inform him that, “You have survived. Your transition is done. I will return home to assure my parents that I am well. Then return here after some shopping for your clothes and food. Does that meet with your agreement?” She could not help but look to his eyes, hoping to be polite… but it was difficult to keep from trailing over his nearly nude body, he was so beautiful. Even standing relatively still, his musculature twitched and shivered in places, fighting against the sensations within his skin.<br><br>“I shall leave your knife here,” she dipped to retrieve it, laying the tool upon the chair, “and try to take as little time as I can before returning. I swear to you… I shall return this night though you will have to allow me entry this time.” She turned away, wondering what she would find outside his entrance. Pausing before she approached the outer door, she tilted her chin toward her shoulder and asked, “How did you manage it, anyway? Pulling me here? I was inside my parents’ home… with heavy security.” Her curiosity was more innocent than fearful concern and the tone of her voice made her sound impressed rather than worried. Surely he would never be capable of repeating such a thing, dragging her through a dream state to his side – perhaps this once, his underdeveloped ability to dematerialize had shot out in panic to save him by bringing what he needed closer?<br><br>Her frock was somewhat rumpled from having wrestled with him and slept in it. Barefoot and bareheaded, she could not be mistaken for a human. Her expression was too pale and perfect, nearly glowing with her pleasure and pride, no longer worried for his life. She naturally showed grace and a delicate strength, something within her fragile shoulders making her appear more willful than breakable. With her head turned to listen for his reply, her profile was sharply etched against the dark door in front of her, her lashes sweeping from her eyes as she blinked. The scent of her was just as feminine as the rest of her, the soft and opulent vitality of amber tinged with something musky, rich and heady.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>29-09-2013, 01:01:49</strong>
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				No more difficulty she said? He did feel a bit sore and used after his transition, but it was nothing that he hadn't felt or couldn't take. He was a strong man, more of&nbsp; a loner and not used to having a gorgeous woman tending to him. It just didn't feel right. Even as a child, other than his nannies when he was younger and tutors when he was older, he hadn't had anyone to help him like this. It felt a little uncomfortable, but not at all unpleasant. He smiled, a little unsure of what he was supposed to do. He didn't want to look clumsy in front of her, not wanting to ruin that look of almost awe as he saw her eyes moving over his large and puffed up muscles. He hoped they would puff down soon, though. They felt a little... in the way.<br><br>"I'm not worthy," He managed to say," I was tossed onto the street like a common dog because my father had a new son that he liked more," His voice was different too. A bit more scratchy, more growling," I was disowned and while I owe you more than my life for what you did to save me, I cannot ask any more of you. It would not be right of me to impose on you on my father's behalf after I was disinherited," He felt irritated that he was saying this. He wanted her to stay, but she needed to know the truth about him, needed to know especially as she was his Vitae now. He didn't want her to help him under false pretenses.<br><br>"I am of little value anymore among my kind," He whispered, dipping his hand down to pick up his knife. His Arm was shaking and his grip was unsteady. He scowled and with a little concentration that stopped. He recalled the first time he used it, licking his lips. One of the few pleasures in his life until now. There hadn't been many Lessers to contend with, but there had been a time that he had been actively seeking them out, trying for a release that he couldn't understand. If they won, he would be dead and released from this putrid existence. If he won he felt... powerful...<br><br>"I just don't want you to be here without knowing everything."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>29-09-2013, 01:35:02</strong>
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				While not answering her question, Khane managed to speak of his lack of worth, irritating her in the process. What kind of a man would allow someone else to speak so ill of his friend? Why should she allow this of her charge? Her gumption rising, she turned slowly, her skirts barely rustling as she faced him to listen again. He seemed to be admitting his disgrace, one that had not been earned by him but was forced upon him by his father from pent up grief and misguided blame. For the first time in his presence, Khyrrin turned angry with Khane. Not because of his manhandling of her person or his humble quarters and lack of amenities – but for his stubborn continued acceptance of a shame he’d not earned.<br><br>“You may not be Lord Jelram, but I must insist you comport yourself better than this, Khane. I will not abide anyone mistreating the reputation of my charge. Do you understand me?” Her voice had cooled to ice, her chin lifted, her eyes glittering between her narrowed lashes. “You are my responsibility. I am your Vitae. This has nothing more to do with your father or mine now that the moment has come and passed. I am here and you need me,” she started to lecture, suddenly realizing that she needed to leave for a while. Surely he would not attempt to elude her? “At the very least, you need clothing and sustenance… if not me specifically.”<br><br>She felt her throat choke up, the fear of his finding her undesirable or unwanted frightening her. “You can always find someone else if you prefer another’s blood… but you will need me again shortly… if just to build up your strength and control.” The tone in her voice was slightly less stringent now that she was worried over how he received her. Perhaps he’d not enjoyed taking her vein as much as she had responded in giving it? Did that make her whorish?<br><br>Clearing her expression of worry and doubt, she tried once more. “The bond between us is our own, yours and mine. The promise struck between our fathers has nothing more to do with us than the fact that I arrived… and I am struck uncomprehending on how that happened.” She took a tentative step toward him, her blush rising again, his body glistening with sweat.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 02:09:26</strong>
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				His eyes narrowed as her tone grew harsh with him telling him not to view himself that way. He didn't respond, knowing that she was saying this in a rather odd way of defending himself against himself, which he could understand, granted, but he didn't agree with her. He didn't think that he was responsible for his mother's death, as he couldn't even remember it, and knew next to nothing of the details, and he did in fact hate his father. But he also realized that his physical appearance was something of a detail that he knew that his father hated him for. Not because it was Khane's fault, but more because it was his own. Jelram always did everything srictly according to laws and rules, most of the time by his own design. He had wanted a perfect son, and, if you were willing to look past the surface, he had one. Khane had been healthy since the day he was born, strong and vital. Other than his eyes, which were sensitive to... well, anything, he was a picture of health.<br><br>She didn't understand him. But she was bloody trying, and that was more than anyone else had done. He moved in close to her, taking her hands in his own. They were large, clumsy and offering a slight tremble that irritated him to no end but he forced himself to calm down about it," Thank you, My lady, for seeing me in that manner. I will do my best to be worthy of such praise," It was spoken in a whisper, as he didn't want her to hear his voice cracking finely as he felt tears fighting for his eyes.<br><br>"Yes, I would appreciate some clothing... fitting to my size, and... well, if you were to return soon, I would be grateful," He smiled while looking down," You will be missed, my lady." His manners were clumsy and unpracticed, but he was attempting to play the part of a gentleman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 04:27:41</strong>
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				Khyrrin had no idea what she had expected after her tirade, but a penitent and apologizing Khane wasn’t it. He’d reached for her hands, taking her fingertips up atop the handle of his knife as if they were sharing a vow. Contrite and soft-spoken, he reminded her of the hooded figures she’d imagined (seen?) when his fangs were embedded in her neck, draining her to dizziness for his improved strength. His whisper was enticing, his scent… blurred. She had to hold her breath a moment, wondering if the aroma were in fact something lit aflame or were a rag soaked in musk or&nbsp; just her imagination. As he did not seem to react to it, she blushed and looked down to their mingled fingers.<br><br>“I… yes… I am… that would be… fine,” she stammered, nodding absently. Embarrassed as to her reactions around him and the conflicting evidence of his personality, she knew she needed to get away, but the effort to turn toward the door again seemed insurmountable. “I will return… shortly.” Tearing her gaze from their hands, her own pale and curved over his massive dark-tinted ones, she pulled gently, not wishing to make him think she was eager to leave. It was terribly difficult to leave him, to be completely honest. That enticing scent hung in her nose as she stepped back, whirling to go.<br><br>She thought over his words as she opened the door and peered out into the thin hallway toward the exit. He’d asked her to return – he wanted to see her again. Even if it were just for the clothing and food she might provide, he needed her once more. Then she would discover if he were immune to her, if he desired her. <em>What was she thinking?!?</em> She stepped from the apartment, mentally cringing at what might be embedded into the carpet under her feet. Darting to the exit and finding a vestibule where mail could be left, she looked around carefully to see if she would be observed. Calmer about being alone in the small space, she dematerialized and sent herself home… as far as she could. It seemed she had traveled a great distance with whatever pull Khane had put to retrieving her the first time. Stuttering her travel with measuring the distance and the direction each time, she finally found herself in familiar territory. Hastening her way to her family home, she had plenty of opportunity to consider the way she was feeling.<br><br>Years ago, she’d been less than pleased to be at the beck and call of a stranger – a male she’d hardly met and who made himself unavailable until the very last minute. Her concern over harm possibly coming to him was the only thing that had kept her fears from turning into anger. When tumbling with him off the mattress and into his arms, she’d been too stunned by everything to consider being insulted or frightened. And then, there was his strike. <em>Oh Virgin</em>, she’d quivered internally at that feeling, that racing tingle, that electric pleasure…<br><br><em>Pleasure?</em> She flushed and looked down to her bare feet and rumpled gown. She could not allow her parents to see her like this. Approaching the door to the manor, she signaled the guard and asked for entry. The moment the door popped open, she stifled the questions aimed at her about where she’d been and what had happened with a raised hand. Demanding that the staff give her a half hour to compose herself before informing her parents of her return, she slipped past and returned to her room as quietly as possible. She knew it would not be long before her maid was roused to attend her.<br><br>Unfastening the dress as she lifted the phone to discuss her needs with the kitchen doggen, Khyrrin requested assistance with ordering a week’s worth of food, packaged and readied to be delivered in an hour. She was just stripping off her corset when her maid arrived, half in tears as she was so relieved to see her missing mistress. Granting the servant a hug, Khyrrin put her to work untangling her hair while she washed and made up her face in a neutral palette, a sweep of coral across her lips. “Lay out two days of casual clothes, Melanie. I have to leave again quickly and do not know exactly when I shall return.”<br><br>Khyrrin pulled a soft blue dress up her legs and torso, fitting her shoulders into the separated panels when the door burst open. <em>Hm, not quite a half hour, I shall remember that.</em> “Fath-” was all she got out before Ambrose Langdon’s hug robbed her of breath. “F… Father… I’m well, I’m fine,” she tried to reassure him, patting his back. With that, he loosened his grip and sternly searched her face for signs of terror or deceit.<br><br>“What-” he began, Khyrinn’s fingertips to his lips stilling his words.<br><br>“I’m very sorry, my father, I didn’t mean to frighten you or mahmen. It could not be helped,” she said, wondering if the absolute truth of everything were the best explanation for now. How many males could pull another into dematerializing from afar? How did Khane – then in a pretransition state – pull her through the very safety measures created for preventing access to the interior of the manor? Even the king could not do that. No, not everything needed to be explained immediately.<br><br>“Father, Khane… he called me. I had to go to him. I’m very sorry I did not leave a note or explain anything… but he lives,” she smiled, hoping that this news would alleviate her parents’ shock at her having gone missing for a day. “He still needs my blood and will hunger and need new clothes and such,” reminding him of the hurried state she was in, packing things to leave immediately. “Can we arrange for something that he might wear after… after his transition? He’s bound to be larger,” she hinted, swallowing back her regret at lying to her father by omission.<br><br>Her father looked around and scowled. “You cannot be serious, Khyrrin, not like this,” he gruffly complained. Worried that he was still shocked by her brief if unannounced absence and wished to keep her penned up inside his home in safety, she started to argue that her duty obliged her to go to her charge… but that didn’t appear to be his issue. Ambrose Langdon himself picked up the case Melanie had been filling with articles of clothing and buckled one side, flipping it over to have the space more effectively filled. Smiling as she kissed his cheek, Khyrrin thanked him, mentioning that she was having the kitchen prepare some meals to take along.<br><br>Her father asked Melanie to fetch his lightest robe, some of his lounging clothes and slippers, not knowing what size the male might attain after his transition was done. Obviously, he was under the impression that Khyrrin was about to feed her charge for the first time, leaving him plenty of hours over the night to transition. As the maid disappeared down the hall to bag up the gift of men’s loose clothing, Lord Langdon pulled out his wallet and counted out several bills, handing them to his daughter with a black credit card tucked underneath. “This is for anything you need. You call us when you can, to reassure your mother that you are well,” he added, his head lowered as if pleading with her to do so for his sake despite the words he used.<br><br>Finding this humble version of her father too strange and endearing, she hugged him again, kissing him on the cheek. She noted his eyes sweeping her throat and, in seeing nothing, he seemed to relax a little. She didn’t like the tang of guilt, deceiving him by not explaining more. Was it because she was so eager to return to Khane’s side? She wasn’t thinking of his safety or comfort any more. She was thinking of her own desires. <em>When had that started?</em><br><br>Within the hour, she was packed for travel, had met with her mother for a teary goodbye, had promised to call before sunrise to let them know where she was staying, and was watching the doggen cart out bags of clothing and boxes of food along with a thermos of rich hot chocolate for the ride. She stopped and thanked the line of company, her parents especially, and climbed into the Maserati GranTurismo S, keys in her hand. Starting off on this… yes… it was an adventure, she found herself smiling and turning on the music, hoping to make decent time back to her charge.<br><br>Because she had been unfamiliar with her starting place, it had taken her what originally seemed to be ages to find home by transporting herself through the molecules of air. This time, she traveled in luxury, classical music swelling from the speakers of the fine automobile. At nearly the same speed she’d whipped her form through space, she chewed up the road back to Khane, more familiar with where she was going this time.<br><br>It occurred to her upon approaching his area of town that her car would not fit in well. In fact, she feared parking it nearby for the possible loss of some part to ne’er-do-wells. Calling for arrangements at a hotel, only familiar to her because of her father’s consistent recommendation of it to business associates, Khyrrin used the black credit card to secure a reservation. The attitude from the previously kind and efficient desk clerk suddenly shot into energetic and obsequious. Glad to know that they would take care of every need before she arrived, Khyrrin smirked, wondering just what kind of needs they would be preemptively anticipating. Giving them one in particular to mull over, she asked for a display of men’s clothing, the approximate sizes of Khane’s new body. When asked if a professional wrestler were a guest of the hotel, she simply clarified that she wanted a few suits thrown into the mix. Oh – and she insisted there be at least one interior room that would remain lightproof during the day. Assured that all would be well upon her arrival, Khyrrin actually enjoyed herself a little, wondering if father had ever used the hotel in this fashion.<br><br>Pulling up as closely as she could to the cheap apartment building, Khyrrin took the bag of clothes, one box of food and the thermos with her when she pressed on Khane’s doorbell buzzer to be let in. She thought to lock the car and set the alarm before disappearing inside.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 00:21:47</strong>
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				She was gone.<br><br>Okay, no need to panic, Khane thought to himself. He didn't know if that assault of pain was going to hit him again, it hadn't occurred to him till now that that might even be a possibility. He didn't know. He dropped the towel from his body as soon as she had left, not really seeing the necessity for modesty now that he was alone around here. As his father had long pounded intelligence into him, as a sort of way of making up for what he had thought was a flawed body, Khane was extremely intelligent. And so his intelligent brain went to work immediately, oddly irritated by the fact that his skin was feeling itchy from the changes underneath it. He still felt a little bit uncoordinated at the fact that his muscles seemed to have grown twice their regular size. He felt heavy, big and bloated, like someone had put a hose in him like in a cartoon and filled him up with water. He&nbsp; sat down and then lay down on the bed, his mind working. Since the pain that had been plaguing his existence for the past couple weeks was now... well, gone, replaced by this hugeness, he assumed that the pain would not be returning. At least not anytime soon. He wondered if he was going to be getting any bigger, or, if this was just a muscular phase, getting any smaller, or if the muscles would just harden into place, and he would be this big.<br><br>He lay down, his head beginning to pound a bit as he felt his heart working hard to keep the blood flowing through this suddenly larger body, and his skin was warmer then was to be considered normal. He knew that he wouldn't get a fever, but the heat was starting to get uncomfortable. He smiled and placed his hands behind his head, oddly eyeing the larger muscles, wondering how they had happened. He had studied human anatomy quite a bit, as well as vampire anatomy, but he had forgotten about this part of the transition till now. They looked... well, foreign. Not his. Like someone had put a costume on him. They didn't feel like his even though when he flexed the muscles responded, even if with a small quiver of uncertainty.<br><br>Compared to the pain that he had been in before, uncomfortable was nothing so it didn't take him too long to close his eyes on the semi-comfortable bed, and drift slowly off to sleep, body relaxing slowly into the thin mattress. He heard the bed creaking gently under his weight but he ignored it. The only sleep that he had gotten in the last few weeks had been passing out in agony, so this rest felt like a heavenly reprieve.<br><br>And, much too soon, he heard the door ringer buzzing irritatingly. He pushed himself to his feet, growling and grumbling, half-realizing, he supposed, that the sleep of about an hour, maybe more, he had no way of knowing, had done him more good than he knew. He no longer felt like a waddling babe just learning to walk, but rather his steps came with more confidence, his muscles worked with more fluidity, and he felt more himself again. He picked up the towel and wrapped it around his waist again, looking down and well... that was odd.<br><br>He could feel a light sheen of sweat over his body, his head feeling light as he watched his arousal beginning to build. Small ripples of... something new began to tingle down his body, making his breathing pick up, his eyes closing as touched the doorknob. Now why his head was feeling light suddenly became apparent as he saw a bulge beginning to become apparent through the item of clothing covering it. He blinked. This had never happened to him. He knew the phenomena well enough, having heard about it from human males that he had met over the years, but it hadn't ever happened to him. A new scent was in the air as well. Spicy, making him close his eyes and a small smile curving his lips upwards, the enjoyable feeling making his lips and mouth dry, his breathing picking up, his heart hammering roughly in his chest. He didn't know what was happening, but it felt good.<br><br>He unlocked the door distantly, and opened it to see what was causing this reaction in him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 01:30:20</strong>
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				The scent outside his door involved turkey and bacon (still warm), a rich chocolate drink (still hot), and a hint of amber (Khyrrin herself). She had no idea what she would be facing but was prepared to find her charge wrapped in a sheet toga like. Instead, his bare chest greeted her, the towel returned to his hips… and her eyes flashed immediately back up to his face, wide and startled. Her smile was interrupted with nervous chatter, asking him how he’d fared while she was away. She stiff-armed the garment bag of clothing toward him, brushing past him with her eyes diverted, knowing that if she peeked at his hips again she would find a bulge of immodest size.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://novelnovicetwilight.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/bryce-dallas-howard-picture-1.jpg)</div>Ignoring his physical presence, she plunked the thermos and bakers box upon the table, opening it to arrange his sandwich, the first of several meals he would be expected to enjoy. Nattering away about the loose fitting clothes she’d brought, she assured him that a wardrobe more befitting his new composition would be ready soon at her hotel room. She expected him to accompany her there and be fitted for the right clothing as was appropriate for a successfully transitioned male ready to enter training at the king’s compound… if he inserted his bid and were accepted. She reminded him that his station as a son of… and here she faltered a little, her hands busy piling the separately wrapped crisp bacon upon the sliced turkey and raw baby spinach leaves. “You should probably discuss your new situation with… your father… if you want to,” she started to hint half shrugging, hoping he felt ready to try some amount of communication with the man, thinking that having survived his transition might bring them together once more. Having no idea just what kind of emotional torture he’d been through, she quieted, lifting the flattened box bottom displaying the piled high sandwich up with both hands. Turning to face him, she finally allowed herself to look up, having no idea what to expect from Khane.<br><br>She looked so much like a fifty’s house wife in her flared skirt dress and the huge meal in her hands, even her hair laying softly around her face in loose waves could not deter the image. She was fair and the color of her dress complimented her eyes, drawing out the green in them. More prepared in being completely dressed and made up with a gentle touch, she’d thought this visit to him would be easier. Instead, she quivered, her knees pressing together tightly to hide her discomfort. Why was she so nervous? She was going to feed him, clothe him, take him away to the fine hotel for his shopping soiree for several hours and then… and then what? She would probably need to offer her blood again, just to make certain he was filled to the brim for his … he was done with his transition. Would he really need her again so soon? She hoped so. Blushing lightly, she faced him, the pulse at her throat picking up in her nervousness, her desire to aid him, to be of use to him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>19-10-2013, 20:41:39</strong>
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				It took his eyes a second to focus on what was in front of him. It was, well, her. The female, the woman that had been on his thoughts since the moment that he met her. Another moment and his eyes widened at the fact that her's were drifting down over his body and he moved a hand, as nonchalantly as he possibly could, to cover up the... growth that was below. He didn't know why he felt embarrassed by it, but he just did, as if she was being exposed to his depravity and she might not like what she saw. He stepped aside, clearing his throat and looking away from her, not wanting her to think that he was some sort of... well, he wasn't sure what she would think of him as, but if it wasn't good, he didn't want it. For some reason, he wanted to seem like only the best in her eyes.<br><br>These thoughts somewhat put the feelings, sensations of hunger for her on a back burner for the moment, but they were growing. He could feel them growing, like the pain that he had been in the day before, but this was different. Like he was fighting for the control of his body with some sort of beast inside him. The fight was making him sweat, making him try to force himself to think of something over the the soft curve of her hips to be seen underneath her dress, coming up to a slim waist that climbed up to her perfectly shaped breasts. Here her clothing covered and let his imagination wander into places that wouldn't help in the fighting of the beast, but he couldn't help it. Her slim arms going up to her lady-like shoulders, her tall, elegant neck, like a marble column, all the way up to her clean, aquiline features.<br><br>She was too good for him, he knew, but now, he realized, he wanted her anyway. Screw the fact that his father had taken everything away from him. Never mind that her station, since he was disinherited thanks to his half-brother, was far above his own. The time for groveling under the feet of the higher classes was over, he thought now.<br><br>And he also realized that he was staring at her.<br><br>Another scent his his nose, that of food. Good smelling food. Food that his body was suddenly screaming that he needed. The beast that wanted the woman in front of him could wait, as another beast needed to be sated first. Control once again was exerted, barely as he smiled and took the sandwich offered," Thank you," He whispered, and then he moved over to a table, fighting every step of the way not to devour the thing in his hands, smelling so delightful, showing just what an animal he had become since the last time that they had met. His red eyes glittered as he sat and then proceeded to consume the sandwich within seconds, hungrily grunting as he felt that hunger not even close to being sated. Some of the crumbs fell onto his coverings, some more at the dinghy table, but he didn't mind. He needed more.<br><br>The box was assaulted next. Manners were starting to give place to nature, and he quickly devoured just about all of the food that she had brought for him. The drink in the thermos came next and by now he had somewhat recovered his mind," I'm... sorry, I just feel... felt so hungry," He smiled apologetically, not doing what he had initially planned, which was drinking everything straight from the thermos, and likely burn his mouth in the process, but finding a cup, he poured some and looked over to her," I... I... well, you brought this, would you... like some?" Looking into her soft, almost seductive green eyes distracted him from his hunger somewhat, the taste of her lips that he had taken before his transition still very much a vivid memory.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>21-10-2013, 00:49:30</strong>
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				All of Khyrrin’s fears were allayed as he ate the food offered. Her smile was one of amusement, seeing such a meal taken in with obvious pleasure and hurry. When he paused in pouring his cocoa and offered her some, she was shocked. Not only had he managed to halt his first meal during such inestimable hunger that he remembered his manners, his voice was low and vibrating with something akin to famishment… but she couldn’t recognize it.<br><br>Humbled to be served by him, she moved to his side and nodded, willing to take a sip of his chocolate drink as it was one of her favorites. She didn’t care about napkins or chairs or separate cups in this case, for his was a genuine offer to share and had nothing to do with polite societal rules. She let her fingertips play around the cup he’d poured full and watched him, wondering if she should drink first or offer it to him instead. “I wouldn’t take food from your mouth, Khane, but I would take it from your hand,” she whispered.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>31-10-2013, 04:07:47</strong>
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				He chuckled softly, the will to share slowly waning, bit still there, still strong," It's not food. It's hot cocoa," He said softly, offering it to her again," I'm not quite so hungry anymore. You saved my life last night..." The cup was dwarfed in his large, clumsy hands, one left it, one hand moving over to take one of hers to press her soft skin against the cup, warmed already by the dark, deliciously brown liquid inside. He smiled, liking the feel of her skin against his, like it belonged to be touching against her. He wanted to be touching a bit more. Pressing more of his skin against more of hers. A feeling that seemed to be increasing in pace with his willingness to share dwindling. He shifted his immense frame just a bit closer, his eyes locked on her face, so clean, so pure and... tempting. He leaned forward a bit until he recalled that he had offered cocoa, not a taste of his lips. She might find it offensive. While they had been in the heat of the moment the... night before, he suppose, she hadn't objected, but today was a new day, and he was being entered into traditions that he had been forbidden from being told until now.<br><br>"I..." He said, his throat suddenly dry as he tried to speak to her over it. His hands were shaking, shivering subtly, barely. It was hard to see that they were at all unless you put a cup full of liquid in his hands, in which(This) case, small ripples would be seen as evidence as the shaking caused it to move around in the confined space," I..." The hunger was starting again. But it wasn't a need for her blood, like it had been the night before. Well, it was the same hunger, he needed her, but not her blood. It was a hunger that was getting harder and harder to resist. If she was looking at him closely, like he seemed to be here, noting every perfect detail of her lean, elegant and beautiful body, she would note that the trembling had gone from his hands to his entire body, a light sheen of sweat covering his skin in a lght sheen as he seemed torn over manners and sheer and desperate need for her.<br><br>"You... well I..." He scowled, concentrating on getting the new words out right enough," What happens next to me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>01-11-2013, 20:42:03</strong>
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				As Khyrrin felt Khane’s hand upon her fingers and then her wrist, she looked down in to the cup. Curious as to what was making him tremble, she almost asked about it, but he seemed so very serious about her role in his survival. She offered a tentative smile, lifting her eyes to his again. “Of course I saved your life last night. That’s what I do,” she joked. Perhaps he did not understand that she would not be released from being his Vitae until he had secured another regular source of blood. That meant another female. And that got her hackles up. Disturbed by the sudden onset of jealousy tingling around the base of her spine, Khyrrin swallowed back her reaction and breathed in the mingling scents of cocoa, spice and… arousal? She stood still, staring up into his gaze.<br><br>He closed distance, looming over her, his eyes devouring her. She thought she might shiver but the tremor within his hands made her stop and look down. She’d made him wait all this time, the hot cocoa cupped between their close hands. Blushing at her rudeness, she lifted the cup to sip delicately, inhaling his fragrance with the aroma of the drink.<br><br>Pressing the cup back to him, she knew he was trying to say something else but appeared to be having trouble arranging the words. Ah, he was concerned for his immediate future. She smiled, gesturing for him to drink of the cocoa while she went over her thoughts about what to do next. “If you would rather wait for a bath at the hotel, you could dress in the clothes I brought,” indicating the hanging garment bag on the back of his door. “You could rest and bathe there before the clothing would be delivered for you to choose from. I expect you would eat and… and refresh yourself if you like,” she lowered her gaze, noting that she’d nervously been playing with her nails against each other. There perhaps he might indicate if he wanted more of her blood… or he could dismiss her, leaving her to return home with no more word. She didn’t know how much more humiliating an end could sever their relationship… unless he said aloud that he wanted nothing more to do with her.<br><br>She forced a soft smile to her lips, bravely raising her gaze again, hoping to make it all the way up to his face again before her eyes lingered over his body. “We can see then… what you would rather do,” she suggested quietly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>09-11-2013, 21:16:11</strong>
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				The need was building. It was so hard to resist, he felt himself shaking some more, but now for a different reason. Being so close to her that their hands were touching was no help at all, the ache to pull her into his arms, taste her skin now, instead of her blood. He had fed the night before, and he didn't feel the need for it. But that could not be said of other things. These sensations or arousal, deep, hard to control, lust turning his vision red. Her scent was enough to set his heart hammering at a breakneck speed, and the sight of her there, just in arms reach, was telling on him. He licked his dry lips and tried to pull away without seeming to be doing so. He was new to all these sensations, and was not sure as to why he was feeling this way, or what it was supposed to mean.<br><br>Unable to stop himself, he moved in a few inches closer, all signs of lack of coordination gone as he his hand moved slowly up the elegant curve of her neck, tracing his fingers over her skin, up to her jawline, stroking her cheek gently, his fingertips touching her cheek softly. They moved down then, to her neck again as he took another step closer, his hand curling around the back of her back, underneath the flow of her long, beautiful hair, holding her their and gently hinting at the thought of pulling her closer to him. His senses were so acute that he could practically feel the heat radiating off of her body. He had never been this... physically and mentally close to someone before, and exploration, in his new mind, was the key.<br><br>"I..." he spoke softly, his voice chocked and very deep," You... You feel... amazing..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>09-11-2013, 21:42:13</strong>
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				Whatever he was feeling, she watched his expressions flow like water. While his gaze had not been solely focused on her own, looking along her face and hair as if seeing her for the first time, she felt as if nothing could have interrupted him in watching her. Upon seeing him lick his lips, she suddenly felt rather dry mouthed herself. She wanted to lick her own lips as a result but refrained, simply swallowing as she stared up into his eyes.<br><br>The heat of his hand along her cheek and throat made her shiver, her thighs clenching tightly against the possible escape of dampness between her legs. She felt her lower lip tremble and lifted her chin for him, letting him encircle her with his arm. Whatever she would normally have done in response to the unsolicited touch of a male that was not her father went out the window. This male – her charge, Khane – was welcome to share her space.<br><br>Khyrrin whispered, “You are intensely… sensitive right now. Your body… you’ve gone through so many changes. If I feel… pleasant to you… would you care to feed again?” She wasn’t thinking that he should take more of her blood into him so soon. She had no idea how hungry or needy he might be, not having endured the same terrible experience in her transition. It was simply that his mouth upon her skin would also please her and she wouldn’t mind his embrace. They were already actively more physical than she was with her own Vitae. A little more closeness would not perturb her in the least.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 07:50:52</strong>
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				She was right. He was so sensitive right now, he could feel the tick of his heartbeat drumming at his fingertips, his fingers feeling like they were burning against her skin, softly making delicious contact. She was so smooth to his touch, so warm, soft, inviting. He was lost in the feel of her skin against his over-sensitive fingertips that he almost missed that she had spoken. He looked up into her eyes, a small, confused smile playing on his lips as he leaned over and press hi lips gently to her neck, right over where he had bitten into her as he pinned her down. Reminder of that moment came when she mentioned him needing to feed once more, but he silently shook his head. He was filled with a different craving now.<br><br>"No," His thick voice rumbled low and with an underlying tone of lust," I do not wish to feed at the moment," His breathing had picked up, she would note, as his hands moved down her sides, feeling her body underneath the dress she wore. Wen his hands reached her waist, he let go. Let his body do what it wanted to do, what instinct propelled him to do. His hands pulled her dress up until it was above her knees. They then slipped underneath the fabric, touching in her such an intimate way he was afraid that she would be offended in some distantly aware portion of his mind. The rest was seemingly a raging fire of need and lust for her. His hands came up and gripped her bottom suddenly, pulling her to him, drawing her to straddle his lap, dress hiking high above her hips, pressing the warm wetness between her legs to the growth between his.<br><br>He pressed his lips to hers once more, now hungry for a taste of her, needing her desperately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 02:30:13</strong>
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				The caress of his moist lips against her throat had Khyrrin breathing more quickly, her heart racing. She let her arms circle his back momentarily, uncertain if she should remain standing when his strike hit her vein. Then he admitted it was not her blood he wanted. <em>But what else…</em><br><br>He touched her… moulded his hands over her body. The sensations he awoke in her were confusing. <em>Was he searing hot again?</em> She melted under his heat, shivering in anticipation – but for what, she didn’t know. His fingertips sought the edges of her skirt and slid under them, cupping the backs of her thighs. As they smoothed up behind her ass and grasped her, she nearly said something, shocked that he would so blatantly take such a liberty. Then, she felt herself falling forward against him and she wondered what he was trying to save her from. Was there an attacker behind her? Would he have to toss her to the floor to wage battle against an unseen opponent? But what she’d thought was a fall turned into a shift of balance and he used his bent knees to part her legs. She was suddenly straddled over his lap, the both of them sitting on the edge of his bed facing each other. And he was kissing her startled mouth.<br><br>If the squeak of surprise were any indication, she had lost whatever protest had been born by his indecent maneuver somewhere in her throat. Shaking, she let him savage her mouth, having little experience in such pastimes. Was he trying to comfort her in refusing to drink from her? Was she so unattractive in his mind, he could not take in her blood? What were these kisses to mean? How did she breathe around them to keep from becoming any dizzier?<br><br>Khyrrin untangled from the kiss and opened her eyes slightly, trying to see his face. “K – Khane… you are… in need again? But not for me?” Her voice was soft and steady, trying as hard as she could to keep her emotions from showing. Her eyes looked sad and hurt, however, as her inner turmoil and doubt grew into the disappointment of feeling shunted aside, abandoned. If he didn’t want her blood, whose blood did he crave? Could she talk him into taking her vein again? “Couldn’t we try once more? I – I’m young and strong and clean… I should be exactly… what you need,” she almost pleaded, mistaking his affections for signs of hunger and pity. “If you don’t want to drink from me, we – we’ll find you someone else, I swear.”<br><br>Despite her attempt to remain in control, tears filled her eyes and she lifted her hands to cling to the back of his neck, her touch gentle and cool upon his skin. Trying a more reasonable tact, she offered, “Come with me to the hotel at least. I’m sure we can manage something… suitable for you.” She hiccupped once, lowering her eyes from his sight, too ashamed of her selfishness in desiring his touch and grasp. She must be making him terribly uncomfortable – a female who wanted to be of use that he did not desire.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 13:01:55</strong>
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				He looked into her eyes, confusion written in them for a moment as he tried to understand where all of this was coming from. He blink a bit, his hunger for her, different from what it had been the night before, oddly enough paused in sight of these events. What was she talking about? He thought that what he was doing meant that he did indeed want her close to him, closer than anything other living being had been in his entire life. Granted, he had been outside of the vampirical culture for a long time, and never been a part of it in this manner to start with, so maybe what he was doing meant something for humans, with whom he had been fraternizing for a while now, and completely different for vampires. He didn't know. Honestly, hence his confusion for a long, terrible moment, his fingers coming up to gently stroke her tears away in a way that he hoped meant that he didn't want her to move one inch away from him. He now felt insecure. It would be replaced by the instinctive hunger that he felt for her, one of the few things, he supposed, shared by both vampires and humans. <br><br>And, after that moment of pause, the need surged in him once more, making him see red and having his heart hammering in his chest like a jackhammer that he wasn't entirely sure that she could hear. Arousal made his skin flush as he pulled her close to him, pressing a finger to her lips gently, but she could see now that restraint was making his body tremble again. He didn't want to rush things again, he didn't want her to be offended.<br><br>"Don't... I... I do want you... just not your blood. Now," His voice was low and throaty," No more speaking... just feel..." He had never had much skill with words, and this myriad of new sensations and emotions hitting him all in the space of one day certainly didn't facilitate of the process of his words coming out right.<br><br>He decided to change tactics. He pulled her closer, kissed her again, urgently before pulling her over onto the bed, on her back. Trying not to move too quickly, although his urgency did have him moving quicker than he wanted and fumbling more than he wanted, he pushed her dress up over her hips, exposing her long, slim, curvaceous legs, and the nice, mouth-watering sway of her hips, his hands spread her legs slowly but firmly as he moved between them, pushing her dress up further, his rough fingers moving over smooth skin, his lips pressing against her neck, in the same place that his teeth had drawn blood the night before," I want you..." He spoke breathlessly," I want you... without clothes, to start..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>07-12-2013, 18:31:50</strong>
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				Khyrrin knew that she was not following the details of their situation well because her head seemed to fill with the roaring of the ocean in distraction. Khane was kissing her again. That was lovely… but it wasn’t getting them out of this slum any faster. They were supposed to be packed up and leaving… weren’t they? And then he was touching her, holding her closely against his muscles, moving them both to his bed. The same bed upon which he had almost died. She nearly cried thinking about his pain.<br><br>But that wasn’t all. Her skirts were lifting… and his hands were doing the job. <em>Wha…</em><br><br>“K – Khane?” Her voice was startled, asking him what he was meaning to do without being able to put the concept to words. He wanted her to feel… to feel him? Was he… enlarged? Khyrrin had been protectively sheltered all her life, separated from those that might take advantage of her innocence and ignorance. While Khane was not forcing anything upon her, their intimate placement was just as scandalous as if she’d delivered herself for the carnal coupling of an unmated pair. In fact, wasn’t that what he was indicting? He wanted her… naked.<br><br>She wanted to inform him of her chasteness, to make certain he knew she was honorable and untouched… but by him. It was his scent filling her mind, his heat weakening her restraint. How his hands moved over her skin! <em>Oh, Virgin</em>, she was simmering with need. But what kind of need? She did not hunger or thirst… exactly.<br><br>The siren of the Maserati’s alarm system broke through the rasp of their excited breathing. The swooping noise brought Khyrrin to wakefulness and she started, gasping. Remembering their plan to leave, she half sat up, looking at her charge with concern. “Khane… ah… my car… we should go.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>14-12-2013, 23:15:53</strong>
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				He wanted her. He needed her with a hunger that he had never felt for anything before. The scent of her filled his nostrils, the feel of her intoxicating him. His muscular body pressed for it, not too roughly he hoped, but in reflection of his need, of his desire of the woman that had saved his life not too long ago. But... what was he doing? What was he thinking? Well, not an overbearing amount of the latter, he supposed, but his actions... they seemed to be drawn by something that went past simple carnal lust. It felt instinctive, the animal inside him taking the wheel for now.<br><br>But... no...<br><br>He yanked himself off of her the moment that he felt her body resisting his advances. Again, not thinking, only acting, he moved away from the bed, blinking a bit. He forced his heart to slow down, the need to be pushed back. It was annoying how little self control he had at the moment, and he licked his lips, looking abashedly at the ground,"I... I am sorry, Khyrrin... I don't know what came over me... yes, we... we should go," He nodded, agreeing with his own words, pushing that animal, kicking and screaming, back down under control.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>29-12-2013, 05:21:38</strong>
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				Utterly confused as to their relationship and what had almost happened between them, Khyrrin slid to the edge of Khane’s bed and straightened her clothing. Her hands nervously filtered through her strawberry blonde waves as she stood. Walking on newborn foal legs, she made her way to the key fob and reset the alarm. If anyone tampered with the Maserati again in the next few minutes, another tone would warn them away from the vehicle.<br><br>Khyrrin delved into the garment bag and busied her hands with extracting the loafers, pajamas, and robe for him. The offered them with her eyes averted, not wanting him to know how much she longed to look over his body. However tightly the clothes fit him, there would be better options waiting at the hotel.<br><br>Turning away so that he might dress in peace, she attended to his meal, cleaning up the table. She was pleased to find that there were no scraps left over, wondering how he would enjoy the other meals packed in the car. Thinking on the car and how things would fit into the space, she looked around for a pack to bag up his toothbrush and whatever other gear he would need for overnight. Not that the hotel wouldn’t furnish absolutely everything he could desire at the ring of the phone.<br><br>Khyrrin helped him where she could, placing the nearly full thermos into the side pocket of the duffle bag and preparing to leave with the car keys in her hand. She wondered if he would even want to come back here after gaining a new wardrobe. She certainly wasn’t going to encourage that. After such a terrifying transition, he should cleanse his whole being with a new tact in life – out with the old… and what was new? Just about everything. Including her.<br><br>Her alabaster skin glowed with her blush as she headed out the door, leaving him to follow. She had no right to expect anything of him. Hell, wasn’t she just lamenting the whole situation only a day ago? Why was she so stuck on the idea that they should be together day after day, night after night? Was she… pining for him? Was this a crush? She frowned as she exited the building, her internal thoughts doing more to make her mood look testy than the kids prowling around the Maserati, daring each other to test its defenses.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>06-01-2014, 23:24:06</strong>
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				He took the clothes form her hand, unwilling for the moment to look her in the eye, and moved to the bathroom. He still wasn't sure why he had acted in such a manner with a woman that he had known for less than 24 hours, but it had felt... natural. Stopping and controlling himself had been one of the hardest actions that he had ever performed, and he was torn between his need for her and shame for having almost taken advantage of her in such a fashion. He shook his head and closed the door behind him, looking at his reflection in the cracked mirror.<br><br>And, was forced to take a step back.<br><br>He hadn't grown in height, but his width had increased dramatically. His arms were thicker, his chest, while still reflecting the same bone-size the muscles made him look less like a lean powerhouse and more like a hulk. He scowled a bit as he stared some more at this stranger that he was for now. He moved around a bit, watching with awe at the immensity of his body, wondering how the living fuck he had grown in the way that he did in so short a time. He looked like... someone else. He didn't remind himself of himself at all.<br><br>At first, of course, the shirt looked a bit too big for him, but as he pulled it over his head, he felt the flexible material adapt to his body, stretching out tight over his massive chest, and coming down only slightly loose to his stomach and hips. His biceps, like his chest, tested the elasticity of the material around them.<br><br>The pants fit him marginally better, but still in a tight fit. He would not have gone around looking like that if it weren't for the robe to cover it all with. He smiled as he looked at himself. He looked like he was about to head to bed. He slipped his loafers on, and followed her outside of the hotel, where the man in charge of the desk had his feet up and was snoring lightly. Moving out into the darkness of the outside, he saw that there were a few ruffians ogling the car that was clearly out of place in this decrepit part of town, but at the sight of the duo, they ran. He smiled a bit. Even as his former self, he was used to that kind of reaction.<br><br>He looked to her, wondering if he would fit in that car, but one look at the irritation spread over her face made him decide to try it out before asking a silly question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>15-01-2014, 07:45:54</strong>
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				Khyrrin glanced about once before unlocking the vehicle, laying the garment bag in the back and picking out another box from the kitchen. Trading it for the things in Khane’s hands, she bade him enter the passenger’s side with the thermos while she closed the trunk. Being a much smaller size than her companion, she’d never ridden in the passenger’s seat before. While her seat was perfectly pushed forward and tilted for her comfort, his was slung all the way back and slightly reclined for whomever might be supping with her on no particular night – usually a girlfriend of the Glymera. This left him with space enough for his ample frame and long legs. While his hair threatened to brush the ceiling, he found that a simple push of a button lowered his cushion another inch.<br><br>Khyrrin was distracted enough with her thoughts to seem almost chilly as she started up the car. Strains of Bach’s Suite for Unaccompanied Cello floated from the surrounding speakers and filled the cabin with a blend of heavy and quavering notes that flowed like air around them. The redhead allowed no small talk but she gestured to both his seatbelt and the box in his lap for him to attend to each.<br><br>Upon lifting the lid to the baker’s box, he found pastry rolls filled with some kind of quiche-like material. Full of eggs and cheese and spinach, there was a liberal sprinkling of bacon as well. Barely cool to the touch, they’d been baked earlier that evening and set aside for last meal. In his hands, they were going to make an energy-rebuilding snack and little mess so long as he was cautious about the crumbs falling into the box.<br><br>Tapping the GPS navigation system awake, Khyrrin programmed the hotel name and found the address, following the directions straight there. Her driving technique might not have won any awards, but she wasn’t shy about owning her section of the road. Cruising along at a modest speed, she didn’t flinch when other drivers pulled up alongside to attempt a glimpse of who might be in command of the coupe. Her darkened windows flattened their likenesses into shadows and she smirked once as some hotrod tried to gun their engine at a stoplight, daring her to race him. Ignoring him, she let the Nova pull away without a second thought, sighing in contentment as the music eased her stresses away.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>27-01-2014, 23:33:51</strong>
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				It was a nice car. He had little experience when it came to those, but he could tell from the sleek design and the soft hum of the motor that it had been built with tender care and love, made into a machine of speed and aerodynamics. He ran his swollen fingers over the paint of the vehicle before snapping out of the small trance that he had fallen into and opened the door, sliding his bulk into the seat with a little less grace than he had planned, scowling a bit before pressing the button beside his seat, allowing him to ride in peace without the fear of bashing his head against the roof of the car with every bump.<br><br>The silence that came over the car as she pulled away from the curb was lightly enhanced by the music flowing from the speakers, but not by a whole lot. Khane had long become used to the loud and raucous tones of heavy metal bands and the like, the kind that drowned everything out in screams and screeches of the guitar. He didn't quite like it, the term music not applying, but the way that he felt as he listened to it... somehow more alive, was worth the abuse.<br><br>He remained silent, munching slowly on the quiche-like cakes in front of him, careful not to make a mess as he enjoyed the flavor of it. It wasn't as if he had eaten one of these every day, after all, and this had been made by a master," Mmmm," He said," This is good. Did you make it?" No answer. His face flushed red, feeling equal portions of irritation and embarrassment, finishing the food and placing the container aside in silence. She obviously didn't want to talk to him right now, and understandably so.<br><br>He bore it until he couldn't anymore and he turned to her," I... am sorry for doing what I did back in the motel room. I wasn't thinking... nothing like that has ever hit me before... and well... I didn't know what to do... I'm sorry," He finished lamely and lapsed into silence once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>13-02-2014, 08:17:56</strong>
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				Khyrrin’s inner dialogue unfortunately cut out all distractions. She hadn’t even heard her charge’s innocent question about who made the food. Only when he moved to face her, turning in his seat, did she blink and try to recall what he’d just said. Glancing to him several times with a furrow between her eyebrows, she shook her head. “Of course you’ve never transitioned before. It only happens once.” Or hadn’t he meant that? She frowned at her obtuseness. He was trying to apologize for being less than gentlemanly, she assumed, suddenly embarrassed all over again.<br><br>“I… everything will be better when we arrive at the hotel. It’s one my father trusts for his friends and associates. I’m sure… ah… they’ll take good care of you,” she lamely finished, uncertain what her part would be for that evening. Wasn’t she supposed to stay with him in case he needed anything? She’d deliberately made her father believe that the transition hadn’t yet happened and that was why she needed to be away for the day. She was supposed to call to let him know that everything was well… but when?<br><br>Feeling a little less than perfectly honest, Khyrrin nursed that source of shame rather than concentrating on the squishy feeling in her panties, another and completely separate issue all together. She had never desired a sexual partner before. She’d always dreamed about a husband and mate, one that would treat her as delicately as she witnessed her father loving her mother. Never a scolding word between them, never a raised voice but in laughter… perhaps she wasn’t as deserving as her parents? Was she more wanton than she’d ever believed, panting after Khane this way? It wasn’t even his fault. High emotions and the frenetic feedings involved around a transition meant that the body was feeling things with enormously increased sensitivity. Whatever Khane thought he might have done wrong, she could only blame upon herself for not being a better guide to him, helping him understand what was happening.<br><br>Reluctant to try expressing all of this to him while driving, she didn’t imagine that her confession of ill preparedness would be any easier when face to face with him in the hotel lobby or his suite. She made certain her voice would not crack as she spoke. “Khane. I’m sorry. I should be the one apologizing.” She glanced to him to ensure he was heeding her words before concentrating on the road again, following the directions from the little machine on her dash.<br><br>“As far as I understand it, our fathers were friends in their youth and young adulthood. I don’t know how close they still are… after all these years.” She skipped over the fact that her father hadn’t approved of the way Lord Jelram had treated his first born, even with the tragic loss of his wife to the child’s birth. “But my father made a promise, a pact. And I’m here to see it through. No matter what happens. I only wish I’d been more prepared to understand how to mentor you through your transition easier. I’m sorry there was so much pain.” She started to tear up and scowled to keep her eyes cleared while driving. “I know you must be terribly confused and… and stimulated right now. That’s all part of why many of us choose to trust in the hospital during our transitions – they essentially knock us out for a few days. I hardly remember anything about mine.” She smirked sadly and flicked her eyes to him. “That option wasn’t available by the time you… ah… we found each other.”<br><br>She smiled, finding the hotel without problem. Taking a deep breath, she slid the Maserati up for valet parking and paused in her apology while they exited the vehicle. A young man with huge appreciative eyes and a big smile rolled a cart forward for the luggage, silently pilling the boxes and bags for escort into the lobby.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>26-02-2014, 21:43:04</strong>
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				Khane looked up when she spoke. It had been a while since he had been with his own kind, and he was sure that they were different from humans in many ways. They were an entirely different species, after all. He had spent all of his adult life with humans and sadly acquired many of their habits, the kind that were needed to survive and remain anonymous among their numbers. Now that his transition had taken effect, he wasn't sure what exactly would change. This woman was here to make sure that he survived it and, now that he had, he wondered if she was just going to leave him here to fend for himself, or if there was something different in the works. There was so much that he didn't know about his kind, about himself. Would she at least give him a quick briefing over what this transition meant before she left?<br><br>Her first answer was a bit confusing. He didn't know if he could survive a repeat of the previous night.<br><br>Her second was a bit more clear. She was to be leaving him, but in good hands, at least for the moment. He felt a twinge of regret over the fact, he he quickly hardened himself against it. He just needed to get himself used to his new... size, something that was already happening, and he knew that he could do more than take care of himself. He would enjoy any attempts on his life by the Lessers now, he thought with a smirk.<br><br>This new transition had given him a new clarity of mind too, he realized when she spoke of his father. He flashed the man's image through his mind's eye. Tall, lean as a whip and with long hands and fingers. His hair was black and long, always rigidly tied back, his eyes a pale green that glistened when he was angry. Always dressed elegantly, if not fashionably, he was always, as Khane recalled, angry or distant towards the young child.<br><br>"My father was a horrible being," Khane growled, feeling his blood boiling a bit. He was not longer a child, frightened of the dark, but fully grown now. He would have liked to see his father now, see him try his anger. He doubted his father had ever faced one of the Lessers in his current form, much less before his transition.<br><br>He smiled. Memories of the night before were muggy and hard to recall, his mind not wanting to go back to the event, but he did recall seeing her for the first time. The thought brought a smile to his face, but he remained silent, lest he say something inappropriate again. He merely grumbled," You have nothing to apologize for," And looked outside the window.<br><br>Stepping out of the car proved easier than stepping in. Despite his bulk, his muscles were well formed and he slid easily out of the small vehicle, feeling the clothes that he wore pressing against his body, making him feel constricted. Running his fingers over his bald head, he looked over to his Guide, still not sure where he was going.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>02-03-2014, 07:47:02</strong>
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				Khane spoke about his father in no uncertain terms. When she took a chance to look at his face, she noted the scowl already turning into a smile, something that appeared genuine and not related to his feelings about his father at all. Curious but respectfully silent, she moved toward the doors, allowing the hotel staff to take over the care of her vehicle. She watched Khane move, relieved to see that his balance was under his control. Giving a half smile to encourage him, she led the way inside, the doorman doing his job.<br><br>Unfamiliar with the place, she took a steadying breath as she scanned the counter space and headed for a free staff member. Beginning the courtly dance of revealing her reservation, it took two seconds for the attending employee to blink and smile bigger as they looked up from the hidden computer screen. “Yes, Miss Langdon! Your suite is ready and I’ll alert guest relations that you have arrived.” Sending the bellboy toward the elevator with her room key, the concierge practically bowed before Khane, his smile at least polite if a little obsequious.<br><br>Mild confusion had Khyrrin distracted. Wouldn’t the counter space where she’d checked in have been guest relations? She wondered what the concierge meant but maybe there was something specific about her father’s routine requests for business partners and guests that was being included since they’d recognized his name from the credit card she was using to charge their fee.<br><br>Standing near Khane’s side at the back of the elevator, she seemed to relax, her shoulders shifting slightly under the hanging waves of auburn. Regardless of her surroundings, she appeared collected and fairly ignored the sumptuous interiors of the upscale hotel. Her thoughts were on the immediate future and how she should excuse herself from her charge’s company. Not that she wanted to go.<br><br>The bellboy moved the baggage cart down a long hall, positioning them at the short end of the architectural structure. Khyrrin had no idea what to expect but had thought to ask for the same treatment as her father’s guests to ensure Khane’s comfort, assuming most if not all of Lord Langdon’s contacts were vampires. She hoped the interior room was in fact sun proofed – she’d specified that implicitly. Following the hotel employee into the suite…<br><br>Khyrrin’s mouth dropped open a half inch. Staring back at her from the far wall was the city, gleaming and exotic in her night raiment. The whole wall was uninterrupted glass and they appeared to be situated at the top of the tower. She’d not paid any attention to the floor or room number. Stunned by the beauty of the view, she stepped forward, mesmerized. Taking a slow breath, she finally turned and saw that the efficient bellboy was nearly done arranging the boxes upon a kitchen countertop to one side, Khane’s luggage left in front of the closed door on the right that led to, presumably, a bedroom.<br><br>Thinking quickly, she pulled her purse forward for a tip. “Is there anything more I might do for you, miss, sir?” he offered, smiling.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>07-03-2014, 20:30:02</strong>
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				Eye contact with the huge man was obviously being avoided. Khane didn't know why. He didn't have any baggage and he didn't know anything about the hotel so he tried to remain as much in Khyrrin's shadow as possible, being unobtrusive and unnoticeable. For obvious reasons, it was difficult to do for a man that was closer to seven feet tall than six, and well over the average in weight and mscle mass. He could feel the eyes of other people in the lobby looking at him, wondering, first off, what the hell he was. He was too big to be a bodyguard, as most people that had bodyguards wouldn't want the kind of attention that he was giving off by simply standing there. Maybe a wrestler, or maybe a lover of the younger, smaller petite woman that was performing their checkin.<br><br>He scowled a bit as that thought crossed his mind and he moved in beside her, avoiding eye contact with everyone as well. He was sure it wouldn't help if he locked them in his gaze, considering the odd coloration of his eyes. Being in the elevator was even more difficult. Khane hadn't been in one for as long as he could remember, and he felt like his newly acquired mass was taking up half of the small space, and he was starting to feel claustrophobic, sweating and breathing a bit harder, his muscles tensing visibly under the tight shirt that he was wearing.<br><br>He took a deep breath, calming himself down, trying not to gaze too intently at anything, or for too long, although as the two parents and their child entered the elevator, going up, the child went from a pleasant curiosity over the human mountain to crying and desperate to get away, and the parents were happy to oblige. Finally, it seemed like they had arrived, and Khane moved into the apartment, his eyes flickering around instinctively. No matter what changes he underwent, some things just never went away.<br><br>Khane turned when the bellboy asked. Be blinked and shook his head turning to Khyrrin. He was hardly the shot-caller around here, after all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>16-03-2014, 01:16:18</strong>
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				Khyrrin assured the bellboy that all seemed to be in order and placed a decent sized bill in his hand. Sending him away with a smile, Khyrrin moved to the shut door and surreptitiously checked it for full locking. She noted the extra security on the bolts and threw them shut, toying with the mechanisms more from curiosity than a need for protection. Turning around to face Khane again, she smiled and indicated the kitchen counter. “Please don’t stand on ceremony with me. If you are hungry, I’ll be glad to wait until you are satisfied before we speak more.”<br><br>She nibbled her lower lip softly, moving to the duffel bag to retrieve the thermos of cocoa. Bringing it behind the counter, she opened and poured more of the rich beverage into a mug, thinking to microwave it back to proper heat. Moving around the kitchen, she nearly glowed. Surrounded by dark reflective surfaces, her brilliant dress, pale skin, and riotous hair were far too feminine for the masculine room. She was tiny in comparison to the huge overstuffed chairs and abstract geometric art. A substantial cabinet of steel and glass muted the presence of an electronic entertainment system. Nothing in his suite appeared spindly or delicate in nature. It would have suited her father’s tastes had he not a home to return to as decorated by her mother.<br><br>Half expecting Khane to sit at the bar on the stool provided, she cleared a space while waiting for the cocoa to warm. Starting to open the boxes of food, she revealed more delicious options with every uncovering. Smiling distractedly at the displays, she left them all out for him to select or refuse, turning back to the microwave at the ding. Her hair followed in the wake of her movements, waves of strawberry blonde caressing her shoulders.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>20-03-2014, 08:59:51</strong>
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				The immense man stood there. The place reminded him of his first home, with it's arching ceilings, the magnificent decor, paintings on the walls, elegant and yet not lavish to make someone feel intimidated. It was the perfect mixture of modern and classical, homey and spendy, and yet, again like his father's mansion, completely soulless. While a lot had been spent on making the room look incredible, very little had been put into making it... Oh, he didn't know how to phrase it, even in his own head. All he could think about as he looked over the magnificent place was that something was missing, something that he couldn't quite place. The feeling frustrated him a bit as he sat down at bar where she was as well. He had missed all of her hard work, and when he turned to her, he quickly stood up again.<br><br>"Is there anything I can do?" He asked, his deep voice rumbling through the room. He spoke in low tones, his eyes flickering this way and that, primordially afraid of these new surroundings. They would grow on him, he knew, but spending most of his adult life on the run, hiding and fighting, he couldn't help it. He smiled as he looked over the spread. For a person like her it might seem like... well, he had no idea what it would seem like for her, but for him it looked like a feast fit for a king. And, thanks to his newly huge body, he had quite the appetite. <br><br>As she moved away towards the microwave, his hand was inexplicably outstretched, touching her ruby hair gently as it flowed behind her. His eyes were transfixed on her for what seemed like an eternity but what was precisely the amount of time that it took her to get to the microwave. Then his stomach growled at the scent of the food and he moved over to where the food was exposed, oddly enough still warm. He ran his finger over the edges of the containers, the scent driving him mad with hunger. Controlling himself was suddenly a lot more difficult than before, he realized, will driving him harder to do as he wished. He looked over to her, his odd red eyes unreadable," You have... done so much for me... why?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>20-03-2014, 17:55:07</strong>
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				He asked a simple question, hoping to be helpful. Khyrrin smiled and tucked her chin so he wouldn’t feel she was laughing at him. “You can eat and build up your strength. That’s the best thing for now. I’ve arranged for a personal shopper through the hotel. They should show up with a collection of clothing that you can try on for fit and style. Take at least a week’s worth – before you get settled somewhere, I expect you’ll need to be presented to the trainers.” The redhead was making a huge assumption – that this newly transitioned male would want to share his immense gift with the warriors at the training grounds for use in their fight against the Lessers. It never occurred to her that Khane might not wish to become embroiled in the war even peripherally.<br><br>She imagined a puff of wind tickling her hair as she faced the microwave and withdrew his cocoa, barely steaming and scenting the kitchen above all other foods. She breathed it in as she held it below her curled lips and slowly turned to face Khane as he spoke again.<br><br>“Why?” she repeated, her blue-green eyes widening in surprise. She stepped to the counter, facing him across it as she placed the cocoa before him with both hands. “Khane…” she murmured softly, her voice low, staring into his crimson gaze, completely unafraid. She realized that he’d disappeared from his family home years ago. Perhaps he was never introduced to the concept of Vitae – was that possible? Did he not understand what she was to him?<br><br>“When you were born, it was promised that if you grew up to need regular feeding from a female that I would do it. I was in great distress that I had not found you long before your transition started, but you reached out to me when you needed me.” She smiled softly, her eyes lowering respectfully to her hands as she pushed the mug closer to him. “You saved your own life by bringing me to your side. That’s a wonderful gift.” Glancing up to his face, she had a playful smirk upon her lips, a gleam in her eye. “I’m very curious if you can do it again or if the overwhelming experience of your transition was what caused it to happen only the once.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>29-03-2014, 00:24:42</strong>
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				He was slightly annoyed by the way that his stomach growled at the scent of food. He had just eaten, for Christ's sakes, and he was hungry already? His appetite had never been an issue before, but now, in the presence of a lady who, it seemed, would be working for him to eat as much as his new, huge body required, it made him scrunch up his face slightly in annoyance. But he sat on the high bar chairs, wondering if they could take his weight, smiling when it did, he began nibbling a bit here and there, smiling as the scent complemented the smell, making his appetite voracious.<br><br>One eyebrow shot up as she mentioned trainers. Would he be taught in the ways of his people which he had been forcefully removed from, or did she mean something else? He remembered hearing stories of the Brotherhood, vampires with skills honed to the fine edge, killers of the highest degree, protectors of their people. In his mind, he needed little training. He was fast, strong, and a smart fighter, and even before his transition the Lessers had been a small threat. In small numbers, anyways. He supposed that if they had put more effort into finding and killing him, they could have overwhelmed him.<br><br>His eyes flickered upwards as he dabbed a delicate and beautiful napkin to his lips, clearing his throat," But... beyond your duty, do you want to be here with me? If you had a choice... would there be someone else that you would rather be with? Family? H..." It was hard for him to ask, but he felt he had to," Husband, or lover?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>29-03-2014, 08:05:54</strong>
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				Glad to see him eating again, however slowly or delicately, she stood at the counter, her hands lightly resting at the edge. As he spoke she noted two things; the gravitas in his voice and the fact that he’d again avoided or ignored her question about his ability to transport her through safe bars to his side. Consciously centering her concentration on his question, she flushed and held very still, her eyes drifting to his mouth. As he licked away a crumb, she wanted nothing more than to lean across and lick it away for him.<br><br>“I am supposed to contact my parents to let them know how you fare. They will be relieved to know that you survive and are well, I assure you.” She paused, wondering if her prattle was at all necessary. The male was transitioned now. It wouldn’t matter what she wanted to do, what she instinctually craved regarding him. He could up and leave at any time. If he never contacted her again, he was free to do as he pleased and she could finally court and marry. But if he needed her, she would be there… monthly. More often if he decided to engage in some dangerous work like that of warfare and were commonly hurt or wounded.<br><br>She felt the need to lower her eyes from his flesh, staring at the plate before him instead of lingering on his darkened skin. She so wanted to explore the whorls and designs of his birthmarks…<br><br>Her throat was attempting to close up, thick with unshed tears, making her voice rough. “Your feeding needs come first, Khane… honored male. I have no husband or mate to interfere.” She closed her eyes against the burgeoning tears, hoping they would not fall through her lashes as she admitted, “I am chaste.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>25-04-2014, 03:36:13</strong>
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				Ah. Well that explained a few things.<br><br>It took him a few moments to respond, manners maintaining that he shouldn't speak with his mouth full, even if he was being spoken to. He took a deep breath," Come to think of it, I don't think your family would have minded if I just shriveled up and died, or died in my transition, if they are anything like mine," He ran an absent hand over his arms, the white markings marring his already pale skin," My father hated me, and while he said that it was because of the marring of my flesh, I suspect that there were... other reasons," He kept these vague. He hated himself for a handful of those as well.<br><br>It took him a moment to realize that whatever it was that was passing through her mind right now was ruining her mood. Was she sad that she was chaste? Did she regret it? It explained why she had turned down his feverish advances in a manner that didn't totally deflate his ego, being about her own belief and not about him, so she clearly held whatever it was that had driven her to her chastity to heart. But then, why was she close to crying?<br><br>He moved closer, placing what he hoped was a consoling hand on her shoulder," I am sorry," He whispered. He had never really been comfortable with the sight of someone crying in front of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>25-04-2014, 04:16:24</strong>
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				Khyrrin had neither invited nor expected him to close distance around the counter. As he moved to her side and covered her shoulder with his huge, amazingly gentle hand, she tilted up to look at him. Curiosity and concern filled her face, her focus flitting back and forth between his crimson eyes. “Whatever for?” she asked, wondering what he could be sorry about. Then it occurred to her that he might be departing and was saying goodbye.<br><br>“Are you… leaving?” A hitch in her voice brought the question into ripe examination, her emotions bare and thick before him. She tried to blink back more shameful tears, suddenly wanting to latch onto him and dig her nails in to keep him from separating from her. One hand lifted to curl around half his wrist, just holding still, already forgotten.<br><br>The war of her thoughts waged inside her head, silent and busy. She worked her panicked ideas into words and rewrote those into sentences, nearly ready for uttering. She knew that once he walked out the door, she might not see him again and wanted him to know that not all of the Glymera were like his father.<br><br>“Please, Khane… please don’t go before I tell you this,” she pleaded, speaking in a rush in case he started to pull away. “My father made the vow of Vitae. Our fathers were closest friends to make such a promise of their unborn children and I was born first – that’s all the difference between you and I. Otherwise, you would have been my Vitae upon my birth had you been reminded of your duty at that point. There is no shame in honoring one’s vow, and I am prepared to honor that which my father made. I am devoted to serving your needs, honored male.” She had to suck in a hard breath, her heart beat threatening to burst through her throat.<br><br>She lowered her eyes, hoping to keep from seeing his sneer of derision as she confessed the last. “You… you don’t have to desire me… or even like me. But will you allow me to feed you until you find another… more suitable female?” She closed her eyes rather than stare at his broad chest in her father’s borrowed clothes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>06-05-2014, 03:36:46</strong>
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				Leaving?<br><br>Sure, his years in the outside world had taught him that he had many skills. Communication was not among them, however. He had never been illuded into thinking that he had a silver tongue. It was much closer to lead, he knew, but one thing he prided in was making his point clear and concisely, if blunt and dull, sometimes. But it appeared as if he was failing even at that. One eyebrow shot up to show his confusion, and then the second, indicating panic.<br><br>"No no no," He said quickly, taking hold of her by the shoulders," I..." He cleared his throat, wondering if he really should be this close when he told her this," I... I do desire you. I don't know how, or why. In my life I haven't desired anyone before.... until you came along, I mean. Last night, I was... You came for me. And being close to you, with that heat had me..." He really was no good at this whole talking business, and he kicked himself inside, all hunger forgotten," I know my approaches..." What was the word," Advances might seem crude or... blunt and uncivilized to you," He released her shoulders, not wanting hurt her, but he didn't move away. He felt his line of thought distracted as he inhaled her scent.<br><br>Heady and mouth watering at the same time, he had to fight from coming closer. His eyes glazed, he looked into hers, seeing those beautiful orbs of meaning and feeling. His heart was hammering again, and he felt that desire rushing through his body once more as he moved closer, just an inch, and he knew that if she didn't pull back, he was going to lose himself. It was already too late, he thought, his mind blurring as he slipped a hand over her waist.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>06-05-2014, 07:12:24</strong>
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				Khyrrin felt his hands move to her shoulders, cupping them easily without pressure. As he spoke, she blinked, looking up into his face. She was confused – she couldn’t tell if he was making sense through the stilted starts and stops. He talked about being uncivilized but she didn’t understand, trying to shake her head to illustrate her disorientation.<br><br>His hands left her shoulders, leaving them cold without his touch, his heat. She started to open her mouth, uncertain what she was going to say, but Khane took a step closer. She held her breath, lifting her face to meet him, staring into his eyes. Were they darker? The redhead studied his crimson eyes, recognizing that his pupils were blown wide open, soaking her image in. He got closer somehow, her body bowed backward slightly to match the lean he held over her. She sucked in a sharp breath as his hand slid to the side of her waist, caressing her through the material of her dress. His hand nearly spanned half her midsection, the warmth provided making her curious about how his hands would feel all over her naked body.<br><br><em>Khyrrin!</em> She blinked wide chiding herself, her face shocked. “You… you want me? To stay and feed you?” She tried to match her voice to the first part of her question, knowing that it could be easily misinterpreted. She flushed, angry with herself. <em>Of course it could be misinterpreted, silly girl – you meant for him to ‘misinterpret’ it.</em><br><br>She breathed in that incredibly strong sensual scent, imagining the cocoa they’d shared a little while ago. It wasn’t that he actually smelled like cocoa, but the spices she inhaled were his personal scent and she’d first encountered them as she walked across the threshold of his hotel room with the cocoa in her hand. His dark red eyes, his marked skin, his shorn hair with dual whorls over his temples… and that wildly enjoyable smell – this was Khane. It was his signature.<br><br>Her head fell back, mouth lifted toward him, eyes half closed. Her lips rounded and opened as she panted for air. Each draw of breath across her teeth tasted like him. Quivering, she shook her head lightly, uncaring about the things they might say.<br><br>Offering her lips to his, she leaned up on her toes to reach him, thankful he was already completely focused upon her. His stance was that of a predator, both willfully not charging the object of his attention and leaning toward her as if he were about to devour her.<br><br><em>And that sounded like such a good idea right now!</em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>24-05-2014, 04:35:23</strong>
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				His breath caught in his throat as he pulled himself closer. He could feel the heat radiating from her body as he was sure that she could feel the same from his. He licked his dry lips, feeling magnetically drawn to hers as he pressed a light kiss to her cheek, just barely touching the corners of her lips. He was gentle now, every move that he made being slow and deliberate. He was a lot stronger now than he was before, and he quite literally didn't know his own strength. The last thing he wanted to do was accidentally hurt the object of his affections.<br><br>He tilted his head at her question, his eyes slightly glazed, seeing perfectly in the dim light as he smiled, his voice throaty and dark as he answered," Feed me... yes," He said, leaning down pressing a light kiss to her neck now. Gods, she tasted like an angel should," Among.... other things, if you would like," He pulled her closer, finally closing that tiny distance between them, his thick arms wrapping around her body as he pressed her breasts gently against the hard planes of his chest and he kissed her cheek again, mumbling," If you would have me..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>24-05-2014, 16:48:23</strong>
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				He avoided her kiss! Khane lightly touched his mouth to the side, more upon her cheek. Khyrrin wanted to slide her mouth to match his, invite him closer with her tongue, and taste his kiss deeply, but he was slow and deliberate about what he did. She tried watching his eyes, unfocused as she might be while they were nearly too close to see them.<br><br>Then he growled at her a delicious thought – they could be more than Vitae and charge… but did he mean… sex? Bending her backward, he kissed her neck, nuzzling there for her scent and flavor. She wrapped her arms over his shoulders to encircle his broad neck as his massive frame nearly dwarfed her in a hug. She felt both their hearts racing as their chests slid and pressed together. He could have swallowed her whole and she wouldn’t have minded. Moaning in a half voice, “Yes… more…”, Khyrinn only vaguely realized she might be granting him her virginity.<br><br>Three sharp raps on the main door jerked Khyrrin into a defensive stance within Khane’s arms. She seemed completely unnerved and her face turned toward the noise with guilt expressed in her smoky turquoise eyes. Her hands slipped off the back of his neck and rested in weak fists upon her chest, her arms close to protect herself from the intrusion. She blinked and finally looked back to Khane, her panic turning slowly into resigned acceptance.<br><br>Forcing a small smile to her nearly kissed lips, the redhead whispered, “Your wardrobe. That must be… I’d called for someone to deliver clothing for you.” She lowered her eyes, smirking sweetly at the hem of her father’s robe crossing Khane’s chest tightly. “There are other things we must be paying attention to,” she admitted, a note of sadness in her voice.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>04-06-2014, 00:16:51</strong>
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				He felt the heat growing, the power, almost electric, between them drawing him closer. His large hands splayed across her back, addicted the the warmth that her skin was radiating. His lips pressed desperately against hers the moment that she gave him a positive answer, his body striking gently, pulling her closer, heart hammering hard against his chest, breathing erratic as he was trying to find time to fill his lung wit air and never have his lips away from her skin again. It was difficult, but he was sure he would figure it out before he suffocated in the heat of their passion. <br><br>So much so that when there came a knock on the door, the growl that erupted from his throat was nearly feral, warning whoever it was that interrupting him now was not going to be a good idea. Blood was hot, and he was in no mood to deal with someone other than her at the moment.<br><br>But she pulled away, collecting herself, and damn well better than he was. He took a deep breath, pressing the fire out of his lungs and he calmed himself down. Whoever it was that was interrupting him now, he would kill them later. Once they were out of sight and finished with their business. He pushed himself back to his feet, rolling his neck, trying not to look too intimidating as he moved off to a corner.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>04-06-2014, 04:19:55</strong>
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				Khyrrin slipped aside, self consciously sliding her palms along her skirt as if there were wrinkles to smooth away before she approached the door. She glanced back once, assuring herself that Khane was settled somewhere before she reached out to the handle. It occurred to her that he had retreated somewhat, perhaps to simply be out of the way… or as she watched him focus on the door, perhaps to have an unimpeded line of sight on whomever was behind it. She nearly smiled, certain that the arrangements she’d requested and the quality of the staff in her father’s business-recommended hotel would limit the problems he might be accustomed to facing from his neck of the woods.<br><br>Feeling a little more contained than moments ago, Khyrrin hoped her skin wasn’t still glowing from the pleasure of having been in his embrace, his lips… <em>damn it! She needed to focus!</em> Opening the door, she smiled, expecting a staff member with some kind of cart or trunk full of clothing. Instead, she found a tall and elegant blond female bearing an expression that must have matched her own surprise. Both women stared for a moment before the blonde thought to broaden her smile and offer a hand. “Good evening. I’m Faith. I’m with guest relations,” she said smoothly, her nostrils flaring as she studied the smaller woman before her.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.rtrcdn.com/sites/default/files/product_images/dress_bcbg_serafina_gown.jpg)</div>Khyrrin didn’t understand, obviously. She looked down to the proffered hand and slowly took it, gently giving it a perfunctory shake before looking back up into the blonde’s eyes. “Ah… Are you here with the clothing?” She tilted her head, red waves floating around her shoulders and bare throat.<br><br>Faith smirked and seemed to relax a little, one hip pressing her long black lace gown outward, letting the slit widen to expose her bare leg to the thigh. “I wasn’t given any specific instructions. Should I have brought a change?” She sounded amused, her voice lilting a little as if making fun of her ill preparedness. Leaning slightly forward, she smiled at Khyrrin as if eager to enter the room but refrained, most likely waiting for an invitation.<br><br>Khyrrin was shaking her head softly as she uttered, “I don’t understand.” Glancing back to Khane, she half shrugged before returning to the visitor. For Faith’s part, the leggy blonde followed Khyrrin’s gaze and found Khane in the corner, her eyes darkening. If he’d been paying attention, Faith’s chest rose and fell deeper, her whole posture responding to his presence automatically with sensuality. She had been expecting a male, most likely alone.<br><br>Khyrrin started to ask the visitor more but Faith took a step forward, leaning against her shoulder in the doorframe. Her baby blue eyes were completely focused on Khane, her head tilting slightly as if to offer him her throat. Startled by Faith’s reaction, Khyrrin stepped back, her hand falling off the doorknob. “Are… are you… at the right room?” she carefully asked, hating the woman suddenly.<br><br>Faith purred in Khane’s direction, “I certainly hope so.” There was no mistaking her interest and invitation. Khyrrin’s eyebrows shot up, her face paling as she gritted her teeth together, suddenly tensing with small fists at the ends of her hanging arms.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>20-06-2014, 04:52:26</strong>
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				He could see perfectly in the dark, so in the dark he remained. There was something oddly comforting, strangely warm with the lack of light. His red eyes weren't so prominent, and his flaws were less visible, and he remained still in the shadows, so still and so large, he could almost be mistaken for part of the room's decoration. Khyrrin moved over to open the door as he tensed out of reflex. In his experience, enemies came through closed doors all the time. He had probably come from a different background than her, as she seemed perfectly calm and collected as she moved towards the door, while he felt like a trapped animal, looking for ways to escape.<br><br>She opened the door and, instead of a threateningly pale character, toting a weapon and smelling softly of baby powder, it was a woman. Tall, blonde and dressed on the edge of elegance going on into flirtatious attire, clear blue eyes and a dazzling smile. He could tell even if it wasn't directed at him. She seemed a bit put off by the fact that the door was answered by a woman, and, feeling like he was eavesdropping he moved out of the shadows, still cautious.<br><br>Then the woman saw him and she paused, her eyes taking him in. Her breathing rate increased, her posture changed slightly and her eyes changed their outlook. She had been looking for him then. He wasn't sure if that was good news or bad news. The only kind of people that had come looking for him before were people that wanted to hurt him, whom he invariable hurt right back, and someone wanting rent. She was... neither, from the looks of it. Faith, odd name, with guest relations.<br><br>An awkward silence ensued. Khane detested those. He cleared his throat softly, and when that didn't work, he turned to Faith," How can we help you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>20-06-2014, 06:47:48</strong>
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				As if turned on by the deep timbre of his voice, Faith’s own was a purr. “I expect I’m here to help you.” Stepping around the shorter redhead in blue, Faith very slowly oozed into the room, stopping only a few feet inside.<br><br>By Khyrrin’s expression, she contemplated snatching the blonde by her long hair and hauling her back out of the room before kicking her ass, but she simply shut the door to keep from entertaining anyone in the hallway. Then she turned to place her back against the door, her hands behind her hips. Her glare was attempted murder.<br><br>Faith paused, letting her eyes inspect Khane as if she were valuing the color and clarity of a faceted gem. Seeing nothing in the way of approval, she sounded slightly breathy, sighing outward as she spoke. “You weren’t exactly expecting me, were you? Perhaps you can tell me what you were hoping for? We only want you to be completely satisfied.”<br><br>Khyrrin, still hateful in her observation of the woman, explained. “I asked for a selection of clothes… for him. If you aren’t here for that, then why were you called?” Her blue-green eyes nearly glowed with intensity, staring at the back of Faith’s head like lasers.<br><br>Something inside Faith snapped into place, her smile turning slightly relieved. She still didn’t remove her gaze from the bulked up male near the corner but she didn’t advance any further either. “I take it you arranged for your stay here on a business credit card – one with a history in this hotel?” She was already nodding softly, expecting to hear the soft yes Khyrrin let slip from her mouth. “One of the perks of being a business contact with that account – guest relations.” She lifted her hands to express the feminine contours of her shape without touching her dress, gesturing around her form. “I come with the room IF I am desired.” She gave a tiny shrug. “But I’m not what you… either of you… were looking for.”<br><br>Khyrrin finally stepped from the door, her face more confused than ever. Circling around the blonde, she approached Khane, nearly stepping between him and their visitor. “What are you talking about? Why would you come with the room? What about that account - ?” she broke off, shaking her head. She didn’t seem to be making the same strategic moves of logic that the blonde had.<br><br>Faith’s nostrils flared again, scenting the two of them. She must have been terribly talented to affix upon the sensual connection between her two hosts… or the spicy mating scent was stronger than either of them realized. “You two came here to care for each other. You didn’t mean to invite a third to the party. I get it. I am very sorry for the inconvenience… but I am available if you change your minds. Let the desk know if you’d like to see me again, won’t you?” She genuinely smiled, starting to back up toward the exit, bowing her head toward Khyrrin respectfully. Perhaps the gesture was meant as an apology, but Faith’s gaze landed once more on Khane’s form before she touched the door handle.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>10-07-2014, 02:57:13</strong>
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				Not understanding didn't exactly agree with Khane. He had grown up in a different world than these two women, and while he was sure that neither of them would have survived in his world, this new one was slightly confusing. Living a hand-to-mouth lifestyle had a way of making you disregard what banks were, as well as bank cards, accounts. Hotels that didn't have everything more expensive than $15 nailed down were also of another world for him. So as the two women began talking about accounts, desires and other things that he didn't much give a fuck about, and he leaned back, raising an eyebrow. There appeared to be some sort of misunderstanding about the clothes, maybe the leggy blonde thought that they had meant that they wanted her losing hers in his presence? She was eyeing him like a piece of meat on a rack, but as soon as Khyrrin stepped in between them, she looked more apologetic. Khane moved forward. Despite his size, he was incredibly silent, except for the sound of his powerful body grinding against his too-tight clothes.<br><br>He came close to the blonde as she moved towards the door, his nostrils flaring as well, taking in her scent more as a habit than anything else. Lessers smelled like baby powder, but that was just about the only way to tell them from other people. You know. Besides inspecting their privates. But she smelled normal, for a vampire. Her scent was musky and dark, inviting, but not Khane's kind of invitation. His piece of meat of choice was standing only a few feet away as he closed the door silently behind Faith, a confused expression on his face as he moved back towards her. The heat of the moment had faded just a bit, and he suddenly felt awkward approaching her," What was that all about?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>10-07-2014, 09:28:23</strong>
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				Khyrrin didn’t turn away from the receding Faith until Khane’s voice commanded her attention. Looking up into his darkened face, her own doubtful expression emptied and softened. “I’m not sure,” she quietly admitted. “She said something about my father’s account… his history with the hotel.” A scowl furrowed her brow, hoping not to find anything involving her father to be distasteful to her image of his ethics and morals – especially involving his relationship with her mother.<br><br>Suddenly remembering the credit card she’d used for the reservation, she moved toward her purse and fished it out. Looking at the printing carefully, she blinked to find that it was not her father’s name upon the card, but one of his business names with an allowance number in place of the identity. “So… this is used for business – why did he offer it to me for your use?” she wondered aloud. Her mind whirled with suspicions she immediately regretted. Surely her father wouldn’t try to claim exemption for her charge’s needs through his business? It wasn’t as if her family couldn’t afford the bill for his food, lodging and some clothes.<br><br>But maybe her father was expecting to tally up the costs and present them formally to Lord Jelram for repayment. Khyrrin couldn’t imagine the embarrassment and hurt she expected Khane might feel if he found out her father was expecting the terrible man that sired her charge to pay for his comforts at this time. No, she couldn’t believe that of her father. He was the one to state unequivocally that no matter what had happened between Lord Jelram and his son, the Langdon promise was good – that as his daughter had promised to become Khane’s Vitae, she would hold up the family honor.<br><br>In fact, father had seemed relieved that the whole business had finally started. Knowing that the younger vampire was finally transitioning, he’d let a wash of ease cross his face when Khyrrin explained why she had to return to his side. Thank goodness he hadn’t expected to accompany her, she mused.<br><br>Hiding her further curiosity regarding the credit card account and why it was associated with such a thing as… Guest Relations, Khyrrin tucked the card back into her purse and set it aside again. She slowly turned toward her charge, blinking as she realized just how close he was to her side. “Ah… Are… Are you still hungry?” she asked, her voice unnaturally high. She turned away, hiding the sting of rushing blood under her cheeks.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>05-08-2014, 06:06:20</strong>
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				Khane was far from an idiot. He was smarter than most people, most vampires especially when it came to how to survive on the basics. Most of the richer class tended to not be able to do anything but make more money. He knew how to survive. He knew when to fight, he knew when to run, and he knew, when in a fight, just how much force was needed. When someone needed a severe pounding, or when a light slap on the hindquarters would have been enough. He knew how to deal with thugs, and the Lessers moreso. His size, besides making him a big target, also made him something one might want to intentionally miss when all things were considered.<br><br>He had been around money before, of course, but back in the day his father had never let him within sight of anything substantial. And when he was chucked out onto the street, he had lived from hand to mouth, going from petty thievery to small temp jobs here or there. He didn't know what it meant to handle money in the amounts that would be required for a place like this. She did, obviously, a talent for which he envied her, but he was entirely lost in this new world. But he did know the kind of business that Little Miss Faith had in mind. He had read that look in many different women looking at him, either not seeing his defects or, if they did, finding them exotic. At the time he had little interest in the opposite sex, but now... he had practically felt the heat rolling off the leggy blonde. He wondered if she really meant it, or if it had been a professional's work.<br><br>He was out of his depth. The lack of control made him feel a little uncomfortable, and he shifted his immense bulk a bit before looking up at Khyrrin," I... don't know," Was the only answer that his deep voice rumbled out. He was a smart man, and he was catching on quick. Some of the richer guys that stayed in the seedy motels that he had been at before usually had a special pass with the management of said seedy places, and usually young and luscious professionals were sent up to make sure that all the needs of these richer clientele were met. Each and every one of them. And some of those men, he knew, had exotic and depraved tastes.<br><br>He wasn't as out of his depth as he thought. The thought brought a smirk to his face. It doesn't matter if you're a vampire or a human, rich or poor, you still had needs. Different needs, but needs all the same. He sat down on the bed that would have made a King sized bed blush in shame and he rolled his neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>05-08-2014, 08:24:31</strong>
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				Confused by his answer, (How did a being not know if they were hungry?) Khyrrin turned to watch him step through the bedroom door into the dark. Moving slowly after him, she paused at the entry, staring with excellent vision in at his seated form. The only light source came from behind her through the doorway. One side of his face and chest could be considered visible, the rest of him hidden by her thrown shadow. She watched as his head tilted and creaked upon his broad neck. She longed to… to what? Kiss him? More like taste him, she realized. She wanted to lick his throat while he extended it for her, surrendering to her desire willingly. And then, she might bite him, drink from his vein… but that wasn’t to be. They were not a mated pair.<br><br>Swallowing back the unfamiliar sting of disappointment, she felt her body heat as if blushing from toe to crown. Unaware that this reaction was a rise in her temperature related to the undeniable attraction she felt for him, the redhead leaned against the doorframe. Curling her arms around herself, she was still disturbed by what her father’s company account allowed to happen in this specific hotel. Had that woman been suggesting the things Khyrrin feared – a form of private and possibly illicit attention, probably involving sexual contact? What would Khyrrin have done if Faith had moved forward toward her male… er… her charge?<br><br>Blinking, she squirmed, her head tilted to the doorframe, trying not to bite into her lower lip. The shift of her balance moved her skirt hem around her knees, the blue material setting her red hair to flame. She breathed harder, trying to imaging why the feelings of possessiveness and rage came so easily as she imagined Faith touching Khane.<br><br>Seeing him in the unlit room made her aware of his predicament – he’d just transitioned, was most likely exhausted, couldn’t be completely at ease with all his talk about his father while wondering what to do next… in fact, where was he to go after the next sunset? Here he would be safe for a day, but for truth, unless there was a plan already in place, she wondered if Khane wouldn’t end up back at that squalid little hotel in the poor part of town.<br><br>“Khane?” she barely breathed, reluctant to disturb him if he wanted to be alone. “Shall I depart?” Thank goodness the distance between them and her lowered volume were such that they created camouflage for her emotions. Wishing to be more to him, for him, Khyrrin felt the pulse of her blood double time it within her chest. Closing her eyes, she rocked her head slightly on the door, a wave of dizziness rolling through her body.<br><br>“K – Khane?” she asked uncertainly. Should she go if only for his comfort? Should she stay to ensure his rest through the daylight was peaceful? What would her father think of her if she abandoned her charge so easily? And why couldn’t she make herself turn around to ignore his hot gaze?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 04:25:50</strong>
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				He looked up when she said his name, the silence, and his concentration with it, broken. He looked up, his breath catching, almost panicking as she mentioned departing. He pushed his bulk to his feet and looking at her. He didn't want her to go. He wanted her to stay very much and he took a couple steps in her direction. He didn't want her to feel like she had to stay. It wasn't that much of a leap of imagination to think that she might have had a life before he had dropped so suddenly in her lap, and would probably like to get back to it but... she couldn't. He needed her. No... he could take care of himself, he supposed but he needed her anyways. Something about her presence kept this strange new world more curious and interesting than terrifying.<br><br>He closed the distance between them, speaking very low," I would rather you stayed, if it's all the same to you," His voice was a strange mix of pleading and commanding, his hands trailing over her shoulders tentatively. Gods, just her scent this close was working him up, and he suddenly found himself lacking the will to fight the feeling rushing through his body. He wanted to be with her, close, pressing his hard body against her softness, feel the way she breathed against his chest, taste her lips and various other things that were rushing through his mind as he traced his fingers down her arms, wondering what he could do. As much as need pulsed through his body, he didn't want to hurt her.<br><br>He took a deep, shaky breath and removed his hand from her skin, but took a small step closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body, enough to feel her own breath washing across his skin as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her neck, now his huge hands taking hold of her shoulders as his lips moved across her bare skin, tasting her intimately," I want you to stay... with me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 22:45:15</strong>
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				Too much whirled through her mind as Khyrrin fought to keep her senses. She was overwarm, dizzy, suddenly hungry – voracious. She wrapped one slender arm around her waist as if to stave off the gnashing pain her need produced… but the smell of food wasn’t what she sought. It was him. Khane. She scented him as his body towered over her and her canines slipped through her gums, elongated and aching. Shocked by her reaction as if she needed to feed, she would have backed up but only turned more to face him against the door jamb. Her expression grew pained, her brows knitting.<br><br>“S… stay?” she mimicked, her light eyes appearing very dark with her extra large pupils scanning his throat. She licked her upper jaw, terribly embarrassed that she’d come to him in such an inconvenient time. She’d come into her Needing. Or… his presence created her Needing. Either way, she was going to be useless within moments if it was not already too late, she realized. Gasping for air as if she couldn’t get enough, she soaked in his aroma, the mating spice filling her passageways with a thrilling call to surrender to him.<br><br>“I – I’m sorry… I… I need you… Khane,” she panted, her whole body quivering. Her upper lip drew back, the unmistakable gleam of her fangs showing obscenely. Chagrined and terrified of shaming her family, she petted along his chest, her shaking fingertips daring to lift closer to his broad throat. Perhaps a single strike… and she could manage to travel to the hospital?<br><br>Just the unbidden idea of folding her fangs into his skin brought a new wash of arousal forward, her body blowing off waves of amber musk into the hotel suite. Should another male have attempted to enter the room, he’d have fallen to his knees from the overpowering rush of sexual desire. The aroma of an unmated and needing female was a powerful lure – one that often caused deadly battles between friends as they fought over who would take the female into mating.<br><br>And Khyrrin wasn’t due yet – not for weeks, she was certain. But it happened all the same… with Khane right here.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>09-09-2014, 04:23:53</strong>
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				The scent was...breath-taking. His eyes glazed over as he pulled closer to her, feeling her heat radiating, directed at him. He breathed it in, unable to mark the scent or identify it, but the reaction was there. If there was a fire blazing in him before, she had just thrown a gallon of gasoline over it and invited it to a field of dry grass to burn. Heart hammering hard in his chest, muscles pressing against the clothing that he was wearing. His eyes were focused on her, but he could feel the throbbing in his forehead, blood pumping hard, making his head light as the blood in his body rushed down," Why are you apologizing?" He was vaguely aware that he asked, stepping just a bit closer. The fire demanded that he make her his then and there, but he was pausing, hesitating. Why? Why was he hesitating?<br><br>"I need you," He said, growling gently, the power of his voice rumbling through the air as his hands moved slowly, insecurely at first but growing in confidence as he brushed her hair back behind her ear as he leaned in, pressing a light kiss to her neck, just a touch if barely that, hands gliding up her sides as he came closer, his body heat matching hers as he leaned in closer, his body almost shaking from the suppressed need," Gods, I need you," He whispered now, is voice hardly audible. Only she could hear him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>09-09-2014, 05:13:03</strong>
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				Barely recognizing the insatiable urge to bite him as one that she should not have control over, Khyrrin flinched as her fangs fully penetrated through her gums. She closed her eyes, trying to shake her head in denial even as her fingers pulled at the wide vee of her father’s robe around Khane’s chest. <em>He didn’t know… he couldn’t know what it was like facing a needing female. She would drain him – in more ways than one. It would be akin to raping him unaware, taking advantage of him in a time of confusion and fragility. She was the elder of the two, the more knowledgeable. It was her responsibility to care for him as her charge, not the other way around.</em><br><br>But her body’s nerves were electric with need and he was the one to fulfill her cravings – all of them. Hunger for his blood, the clinging lust for physical contact, the need for an affirmation of her feminine health in attempting to procreate – even the intensely personal desire for his scent mingling with hers… she was careless and foolhardy for not having recognized the symptoms earlier. She was Needing… and he didn’t want to escape her. <em>But could he understand? Could he accept that she was powerless to stop this within herself? Could he forgive her for using him to her own ends?</em><br><br><em>Sacred Virgin, he’d just survived his transition… he’d never mated</em>, she realized. Suddenly the name ‘virgin’ took on a whole new meaning considering what was about to happen in this room.<br><br>Nearly crying, Khyrrin sobbed another “I’m sorry, Khane,” before slowly wrapping her arms around the back of his shoulders. Pulling their bodies together, she breathed against his throat and let her lips slide open around his skin. Just the touch of his heated flesh against her teeth was sinful and she’d not even pierced him yet. Moaning in distress, she fully extended her jaw and sunk the points through his skin, her lashes fluttering.<br><br>Her first sip was merely to affix her mouth more tightly around the wounds she had created, licking up the dark red dribble before she pressed her teeth deeply inward. Her arms locked around him, practically pulling herself upward along his body for security of placement. With her back against the wall and his body leaning into hers, she let her eyes close, striking deeply into his throat. Drinking of his blood, she moaned again, her panties growing damp against her folds.<br><br>She might have been naturally graceful, her legs twining around his hips, but this was the predator within, ready to kill if need be for the sustenance her body required. Her mind might have rebelled against the unsolicited reaction if she’d had enough clear thought left to be concerned over her attack. For now, she drank of him, her body humming with further need, praying he could withstand all she would take from him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>24-09-2014, 04:20:23</strong>
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				There was something new about her. Something he didn't understand. His eyes locked on hers, but she was... apologizing again? There was something predatory about the way that she held herself, and it felt familiar. It was how he had felt not too long ago, the night before in fact as he had taken power over her, pinned her down and... He felt a tingle down the back of his neck, touching his spine, making him alert. It was a danger sign, or it felt like it, and his body stiffened at her touch, her sudden... attack? No, it didn't feel like an attack, although he had technically never been attacked by a vampire before, not really. His thick, powerful arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. Why was she crying? He knew very little about the Sacred Virgin, and less about those that served her directly, so he stood there, wondering what was happening when he felt her teeth touch his skin. His first reaction was to grip her comparatively tiny frame and toss her against the wall. Instinct told him that he was being assaulted, and in the past, hesitation had nearly cost him his life, raising his defensive instincts to a near animal-like level. It was hard to resist, feeling the pin-pricks of pain on his skin as she pulled closer to him, like someone that had been deprived of water for days suddenly handed a cool glass to drink.<br><br>He grunted softly as she began to drink, growling softly, still feeling that need to defend himself, but he pushed it aside. He had done the same to her the night before, so it couldn't be that bad, right? Granted, he didn't remember much from that night, and as he felt the blood being sucked powerfully by her, he felt the power draining slowly from his limbs, the way that people felt... described as fatigue, a suddenly apathy in his limbs. He held onto her tight as his knees thudded into the ground. His eyes closed as his lids suddenly lacked the strength to stay open and he leaned his head back.<br><br>This felt... interesting. He growled again, breathing deeply, trying to fill his lungs as he released one hand from her hips and placed it on the ground. His head felt light, and a feeling of vertigo filled him, all sense of balance based on the fact that his hand was now touching what he assumed to be the floor, but the way that he was spinning it could have been the ceiling, wall, or none of the above. His breathing came in shaky now, the sound of his heart beat thudding in his ears, fast and weak," Gods..." He whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>30-09-2014, 05:14:20</strong>
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				Khyrrin swallowed the treasure his vein released, savoring the potent fluid. Their vinculum established many years ago, she could feel his disorientation, his confusion. She drank of him until she could feel the animal panic of his heart as it thudded harder, trying to continue pumping blood through his huge body. Now that she’d lessened the pressure, it worked to fill the space left behind.<br><br>Satisfied for the moment, she sighed and slowly withdrew her fangs, murmuring quietly against his skin as she licked the wounds. He would bruise but the holes would close. “Khane, I’m sorry. I… I needed you… will need you. Oh, if you believe in your gods, pray for us both,” she whispered, her lips sliding up under his chin as her head tilted back.<br><br>She found her hips cradled atop his thighs as he knelt upon the bedroom floor. This was not a foreign position for them; something similar had been managed more than once in his own room in the squalid motel last night. With her knees spread around him, her skirt was bunched over her hips, their groins nearly matching in placement. She just needed…<br><br><em>His clothing… off.</em><br><br>Suddenly, his blood wasn’t enough. She needed him naked. She needed to see him, to feel him, to have him. Shaking, her fingers clenched into the robe, desperate to strip him bare. Leaning back against the wall with her shoulders, she pushed the material apart, shoving his clothes aside. She worked her hands over him, squirmed to gain advantage, nearly rising on the balls of her feet to lift herself off his thighs. This presented her sweaty chest before his nose, her breasts nudging together as her arms moved. Her voice matched her actions as she growled hungrily, “I need you naked, Khane.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 17:24:43</strong>
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				Her voice to him as if from far away, a loud ringing filling his ears, blocking everything but what was going on inside his body. The rasping of his breath being drawn in through his dry throat, the thudding of his heart slowing down. His eyes pounded hard with each beat, and everything he saw was distorted and confusing. His stomach rebelled against the visual stimuli, and his body felt weak. He struggled to maintain a hold on this fragile reality.<br><br>What was she saying? It was all blurred. Drowned out by his body which was speaking to him in a panic. Save yourself, it said. You're dying.<br><br>But I can't be dying. It's all but impossible to kill me.<br><br>You're dying, was all it said in return.<br><br>He gasped for breath, realizing that his lungs were burning. Her hands were moving across his numb body as she pushed his clothes aside. There was something soft and wonderful against his face his eye scame back into focus, his hands still holding her weakly. She needed his clothes off, he realized. He didn't know why, but she did. He moved his arms, watching with emotions akin to panic and frustration as he watched the powerful limbs move so slowly. But with the movement, he could feel fire rushing through his body, his newly acquired skills of self-preservation causing his blood to come back to him in a rush, a delicious agony.<br><br>He growled, forgetting her request, his hands gripping her clothes, surging with new power, tearing her dress to shreds.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 09:12:42</strong>
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				What should have been shock and embarrassment rippled through Khyrrin as excitement as her dress tore right through the front, baring her body to his sight. The panties she wore were nearly the same hue as her ruined dress if slightly paler. But for them, she was naked to his gaze, glowing with heat and flush with need. She didn’t squeak or protest but growled with enthusiasm, her movements copying his with the tearing of buttons from his shirt. Working the black material off his body was much more difficult than divesting her of the blue gown, but she didn’t seem prepared to complain.<br><br>As Khane’s skin came into her view, she seemed to sigh and calm a little, the promise of more to come soothing her raging need if for only a second. Glancing up to his eyes, she slowly stood, feet spread around his legs. Placing her groin at his eye level, she tucked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and tugged them low upon her hips.<br><br>“I need you, Khane… here… inside me. Please?” she murmured, her voice intense and low, hoping he understood better than she how to make that happen without either of them fearing or hating the other too much.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>02-12-2014, 20:37:23</strong>
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				He almost ignored her hands moving over his body, lost in looking over hers. He had been around women before, seen them naked, even, and in all his years the visage had never provoked more than cursory interest. If that. But now, something was different. Blood surged through his body once more as anticipations was fueled by need and desire, the pinpricks in his neck not bothering him anymore as his hands roughly explored her naked body, moving down her neck, over her shoulders and down to her breasts. They paused there, roughly kneading the soft flesh between his powerful fingers. The feeling was electrifying, almost hypnotizing.<br><br>His hands moved on as she moved to her feet, standing slowly as his hands moved down to her waist, thumbs moving over the soft, smooth skin of her stomach. His heart was hammering again, but not through panic but... need. Lust. Pure and simple. He heard her words, his eyes looking up to take in hers, his hands still on her hips, enjoying the warm, sinfully delicious skin against his long fingers. <br><br><em>“I need you, Khane… here… inside me. Please?”</em><br><br>Please?<br><br>A low growl escaped his lips. He leaned forward slowly, fighting every impulse to just put her on the ground and take her with overbearing power and need. He pressed a long, lingering, trembling kiss to her stomach. Very low on her stomach, low enough that he could feel her panties against his chin. His lips peeled back, grazing his teeth over her skin before moving just an inch lower, kissing once more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>02-12-2014, 23:33:57</strong>
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				As fevered as her body was, Khane’s hands along her skin burned perfectly. Khyrrin writhed and gasped while his touch brought her nearly to whimpers. Their trail ended at her hips, his mouth pressing just above her sex. She could have sworn, something fluttered inside, answering his call. An unmistakable dribble of arousal moistened the gusset of her panties, already rolled low enough to show that she was smooth and pale. His chin warmed her mound through the material and the redhead groaned when his lips followed. She tugged at the sides of her panties, trying to reveal herself to him. What better target could she offer while he remained knelt on the floor before her?<br><br>Would he know what to do between their inexperienced bodies? Would they both be completely hateful or embarrassed by the experience afterward? Everything felt so tantalizing, so confusing… she didn’t know how to interpret the enforced slow pace he offered. She was ready to mount him here against the doorway half in shadow. Somehow, his taking his time was both endearing and enraging. She wriggled her last garment down around her buttocks, thighs squirming to make it roll lower. The movement sent wafts of her scent directly up his nose.<br><br>With her hands free, she slid her fingertips over the whorls above his temples, tracing them delicately so as not to scrape him with her nails. She wanted to grasp something, but with shaved head, all that was offered were his ears or his massive shoulders and they were too low to reach without curving forward. Moaning quietly above him, Khyrrin wriggled again, her knees wanting to rub together. But her feet were planted outside his own legs and she was forced to let the discarded panties halt around her shins.<br><br>Her sex glistened with aromatic juices, perfectly smooth and prettily pink between white hips. They rocked invitingly before his face, her instincts taking over from sense as she tried to debate how they would join together the first time.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>13-12-2014, 17:04:34</strong>
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				He wondered if she could feel his body trembling. Not with cold, of course not. His body was feverishly hold, his muscles tight and tense as he he struggled with himself, his eyes closed. She smelled so good. He sex was inviting, the scent drawing him to it like a predator to it's prey. His teeth teeth bared as they gently down her skin, his hands gripping buttocks to pull her closer, leaning her body against him as he tried to be as gentle as he could, pressing a soft kiss to her pink, moist nether lips, his tongue flickering out to taste her arousal.<br><br>He had been strong before his transformation, but he didn't know how strong he was now. He was bigger, and his hand clamping around the door of the room that they had just entered had left a dent. He was stronger than before, she there she was, before him, nude, vulnerable, begging him to take her. A tremble of desire swept his body once more as his hands trailed down her slim thighs, his tongue and lips still teasing and caressing her sex. She wanted him, she wanted this. She wanted him to take her, but he didn't want to hurt her. His caring side was at war with the animal that would pin her down, on the floor if he had to, and take what was his by right.<br><br>A low growl escaped his lips, pulling away from the kiss as he looked up into her eyes, his own hooded and dark with need. His hands moved up again, touching her a bit more roughly now before gripping her hips and pushing her down onto her back on the cold floor. She wanted him, and the caring side of him was lost in the rush of arousal as his hands pushed what clothes he still had away, discarding of her panties by tearing them to shreds as he forced his immense body between her slim thighs, forcing them to part around his hips as he pressed his engorged shaft to her sex. His powerful, large body towered over hers as his thick arms kept his body from lying down atop her's fully, his head dipping down to kiss her neck softly as he pressed himself deep inside her, not roughly, but firmly for the first time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>13-12-2014, 19:29:44</strong>
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				Khyrrin gasped aloud at the stroke of his tongue against her folds. He tasted her and she nearly fell to the ground. Only his hands, his arms, held her up as her legs turned nerveless. Thank the Scribe Virgin he wanted her on the floor next, turning her into his embrace as the panties ripped away. She didn’t think beyond the moment, offering her body for his comfort while taking his weight upon her pelvis. He still seemed to be moving so slowly while her heart rate skipped forward, lunging under her chest. If she didn’t get enough of him soon, she felt she might die.<br><br>And then his member stroked between her damp petals, kissed at her entrance. She could nearly taste him, her channel tightening inside. Her fangs were bared, practically hissing over his shoulder as his head dipped to nuzzle her neck. But he answered her need… perfectly.<br><br>She parted for him slowly, their flesh dragging against each other with natural lubrication making it possible despite their newness to the act. Khyrrin groaned, her head falling back, eyes rolling under her lids, nails scraping random patterns into his shoulders. When his hips flexed forward, she found herself stretched and pierced through, grunting as the feeling filled her. There was no pain… just the ache of need, of wanting him. Her cry was soft, like a heavy sigh, welcoming him deeply inside. She folded her legs behind his knees and held on, suddenly noticing the closeness they’d created.<br><br>The only space between them was when he moved to adjust himself, their bellies arcing away from each other, their hips surging together. The redhead could feel her spine straightening against the floor, the thick carpet softening the pressure. Her shoulders were pinned down as his chest was so much broader than hers. Her curls tangled behind her, strewn wildly around her head as she tried to look at him, tried to kiss Khane. She needed him in her mouth as well as her cunt.<br><br>Had he kissed her and withdrawn from her hips completely, she might have thought the act already complete – their coupling accomplished. It had been so thorough, so filling… she had no other experiences to compare. But he stayed and pulsed inside her, making her tissues weep and shift around him.<br><br>An animal groan of pleasure vibrated into his ear. “Khhhhhaaaaane.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>22-12-2014, 17:28:27</strong>
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				The feeling was indescribable. Having her there, pinned beneath his powerful body, just forzen there, in that moment made him feel something that he had never felt before, a pleasure so strong it calmed his urge, his need to make her his, if only for a moment. Something in him wanted that moment to last for a long, long time. She could hear his breath catching, his body quivering ever so gently above her, muscles tight and taut as he remained there over her.<br><br>When she cried out his name, however, he snapped out of the trance that his first thrust seemed to have placed him under. The desire was back again, and with a vengeance. Feeling her tight, wet walls around his shaft, the soft, teasing pressure of her breasts against his chest was more than he could bear. He moved, leaning his shaft out of her halfway before pushing it in deep again, much less gentle than he had been the first time. He let himself downa&nbsp; bit, leaning on his elbows, fingers gripping her shoulders as he pushed in deep again. The pleasure was repeated with each time he hammered his thick shaft home, but now, instead of the feeling of wanting to preserve that moment forever, there was a need for movement, a need to keep going, to feel that next thrust, to bring himself closer to whatever was building up inside of him.<br><br>His hips were moving fater now, and each thrust has his hips slapping against the inside of her thighs, his grip on her tightening as he pressed his lips against hers again in a rough kiss, his body hard and sweaty atop hers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>04-01-2015, 07:25:55</strong>
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				Khyrrin’s mind was gone, flooded with need for him, her mate. He was inside her, filling her previously untried body. He kissed her masterfully, bending her to his will. His hands clamped her shoulders in place so that their bodies would not separate as he drove his hips against hers.<br><br>Instead of being frightened or forced or victimized by his actions, she reveled in this hedonistic freedom. Moaning under him, she couldn’t arch high enough, wrap herself tightly enough, cling to him any more completely, but wanted to. Nothing had prepared her for such pleasure and she rode the wave of heady animal need, answering it blindly.<br><br>What would occur to her only much later when alone with her thoughts about this incident, her first love making, were the social consequences. Would Khane forgive her for not only striking for his blood without permission but for having taken inadequate precautions as she came into her Needing? Had she forced him into serving her Needing time by virtue of staying in his presence instead of retreating to her family’s home where they would have dealt medically with her condition? Would she be capable of sitting among the Glymera without the stigma of having forced her virginity upon her Vitae, a newly transitioned and terribly vulnerable male who relied upon her knowledge for his education? Was she even forgivable at all? What would her father say? How would she be able to inform him of all that had happened?<br><br>But none of this trickled through her thoughts at all as her body celebrated life and the pursuit of creation through scintillating pleasure.<br><br>While her fever rose and raged, just the strain of keeping up with Khane’s magnificent new physique distracted Khyrrin enough in their race toward his ejaculation. Dazed and whimpering under his kiss, she nearly bit his lip in an attempt to clear their mouths from each other. Once, as his member spread her again, reaching deeply into her, she bit down on his shoulder, lapping up the blood with her eyes closed. She had no notion that her fangs were still extended, still seeking his vein. The extra copper tang of his hot blood within her mouth sent her over the edge, vibratingly tight upon him. Her channel convulsed, trying to drink his seed, excited little mewls coming from her mouth pressed upon his shoulder.<br><br>She was in the midst of an orgasm, brows drawn together, her lips moving loosely over his skin as she gasped for breath around her canines, the teeth slowly releasing his muscle. Her pelvis rocked under him, helping him find the right depth at which optimal impregnation might result. Unaware of these details about herself, Khyrrin, the sweet natured and loyal darling of the Langdon line, fucked like a vigorous mink under his cock.<br><br>As she tilted her head back, soft cries of climax bounced off the ceiling while he pounded her into the floor. Her nails dug into his back and she quivered, her juices heating and flooding against his churning prick.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 20:20:27</strong>
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				It was a flurry of sensation, rushing through his body. All of it was unique and new as it rushed through his body, thrilling his senses and leaving him thirsting for more, and yet each was a repetition of the one that came before, but stronger, more powerful, flodding his senses as he drove hips between her thighs, impaling her on his shaft in thrust after vigorous thrust. His body surged with his newfound strength and power, muscles thrilling with each movement, his skin covered in a light sheen of sweat.<br><br>She heard a growl, all but a rumble all through his body as he felt her nails digging into his flesh, pulling his huge frame over her, feeling her soft, firm breasts pressing against his chest as his hands gripped her shoulders, holding her firmly and mercilessly in place as he lustfully forced her thighs to part wider, the rhythm of his powerful thrust growing more intense each time he pushed himself inside her. Long gone were the worries of hurting the small female beneath him. His need for her was apparent as she could feel the muscles taut underneath her fingertips, flexing forcefully.<br><br>The growl grew to something akin to a roar as he felt her teeth sink into his shoulder once more, tasting his blood. The scent of his blood and their sex, her soft and urgent whimpers as she tasted of him again, coupled with the way her body suddenly tensed and arced underneath his own were what drew him to the edge. He felt his body pent up to an exploding point as the pleasure of their sex rushed through his body, the sinful lust powering him to push onwards, jump off that cliff, not catting where he fell.<br><br>And he inner walls wrapping around his shaft like a constrictor snake, her nubile hips pressing up towards him, urging his cock to slam down deeper inside of her each time he rammed her down on the ground was his breaking point. He felt a release, his hips suddenly bucking hard against his will, jumping her body violently. He gripped her tight to him, feeling her nail dragging across his flesh as they both tried to hang on as he orgasmed forcefully. Her cries of pleasure mixed with his own, the new and heady response to their intercourse leaving his head swimming in the sensation, his hips still driving his cock deep inside her in slow, half-hearted and mindless thrusts of reflex until he finally ground to a halt.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>13-01-2015, 08:29:14</strong>
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				A beautiful melty haze filled Khyrrin’s vision, the rich smell of roasting spices and warm amber rising from their bodies. Such pleasure as she'd never known - she briefly dedicated her thanks to the Scribe Virgin for that intoxicating, unexpected pleasure - then wondered what it had been. She’d brought her charge to a safe place, fed him, fed from him… oh… she’d…<br><br>Blinking slowly, she felt more than heard her breath rasping between her parted lips, still tasting his blood. Licking her mouth clean, she distractedly noticed that her fangs were retracted, at rest. It took monumental effort to tilt her head back and look at whatever was so close to her face.<br><br>Khane – looking so strong, he leaned over her, obviously weakened or in pain. Had she done that to him? Shocked and disgusted with herself for feeding upon a newly transformed male of worth, she tried to draw back and look over his wound. Had she closed it? He didn’t appear to be bleeding still, though sweat covered his skin. She closed her mouth, incidentally tasting the salt along her lips, sucking it inward against her tongue. A whimper of doubt pierced her throat and she tried to inspect him closer, her hands fluttering along his shoulders and throat, searching for wounds she could not immediately see.<br><br>As she moved, her body arched slightly, dragging her well used channel against his resting cock. A gasp of shock quickly followed her whimper and her blue-green eyes flew open wide.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>27-01-2015, 20:02:26</strong>
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				The sensation was... unreal. It was hard to tell if he was dreaming or awake, with his mind spinning and his body both of the brink of unbelievable pleasure, the kind of which he had never felt, and physical exhaustion. There was a prick of sensation on his shoulder and his heart was hammering quick and weak once more. He was breathing hard, and when he opened his eyes, his vision was swimming in nauseating circles.<br><br>He closed his eyes quickly. He was feeling sick and light-headed. He didn't think that vampires could feel that way.<br><br>Ignoring her searching hands, he pulled himself up on shaking muscles, slipping his member from deep inside her, feeling, in an abstract way, how the cold air felt against the wet shaft. He pushed himself gingerly away from her, placing his bulky frame on the floor beside her, his eyes closed, his powerful chest heaving up and down, sucking in oxygen.<br><br>He felt like in vertigo, a loss of gravity... well, not quite that. he felt like he was tumbling and and falling, not quite sure when he would reach the bottom, if there was one. He felt like he would just keep falling and falling forever. But he didn't he felt himself come to, landing from his fall as light as a feather, back to breathing lightly on the ground," Wow," He whispered. And there was a whole world of meaning in that one word.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>02-02-2015, 00:06:23</strong>
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				Khyrrin didn’t know how to expect Khane would feel. Was he shocked by her abuse of him? Would he be angry regarding how she’d treated him – like her own blood supply and… <em>oh my</em>… sex toy? He’d been a virgin… like her. <em>OH MY!</em> She wasn’t… wasn’t a virgin any longer. What had she done? Her body was traitorously happy, still glowing with the aftermath of their sex. Her mind finally caught up with the responsibilities and duties she should be considering – at odds with her body’s needs… her heart’s needs.<br><br>Turning her head to watch him, she heard the soft exclamation and scraped her lower lip with her teeth. “I’m sorry… I… That… wasn’t supposed to happen. I swear, I thought I had time…” she began, wondering why she hadn’t noticed just how closely she come to her Needing time. Had it been the stress of searching for him? No, surely she’d had weeks still. Had her excitement in finding and meeting him rushed the biological process? Why would that kind of change happen?<br><br>No… more likely, she’d enjoyed his bite and found it some kind of kickstart into her Needing, knowing a male of intimacy was nearby. Her body simply took over, wanting to mate. Was that all? What if she’d not approved of her charge – if Khane had been a crude and unkind male, perhaps as abusive as his father? Would his bite then have rushed her Needing forward? She shuddered to think on it.<br><br>Watching his face closely, she blinked several times, her eyes feeling dry and hot… in fact, all of her was hot. Glorious Scribe Virgin! She was still in the Needing… even after all that had passed? She was going to need a mate! Could she even get away from Khane long enough to make it to her car, never mind be in a state to drive it safely, before the wracking hunger kicked in again?<br><br>Wide aqua eyes stared at him in fright, her throat working as she swallowed back the saliva that instantly rose as she found his red irises, so like blood.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>18-02-2015, 17:26:33</strong>
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				Strength had been a part of Khane for as long as he could remember. Unchanged, he had been larger and stronger than many who were, and once he had been changed, it was difficult to adapt to the fact that he could trip and crash through a concrete wall. Or grip a door handle too hard and have the metal crushed by his fingers. It was different, but it was the same. It was a part of his nature now, no matter what he was doing. He was used to being the biggest, strongest thing in any given room. It wasn't arrogance, it was the truth.<br><br>And thus, it was something that he never truly appreciated until it deserted him. Such as now. He felt like a day old kitten could knock him over if it tried hard enough. Gasping for breath as his body struggled to replace the lacking blood, taken by her. He struggled to move and each muscle screamed with fatigue, making him groan a he tried to get up and ended up face down on the ground. This wasn't right. It didn't feel right. What was happening to him? Adrenaline from their intercourse drained from his system and he felt like he was dying. His body was crushing itself under it's own weight.<br><br>No!<br><br>Not going to happen!<br><br>It was not a physical surge but a sudden, psychological need to survive. He hissed as he placed his hands on the ground and pushed himself up, forcing the pain of muscles deprived of oxygen from his mind as he pushed himself up onto his knees. His face was twisted in concentration. The weakness told him to just lay down, let the inevitable take him, but he refused. He had been here to for too long, gone through too much, to just give up and die. He lifted one foot and then the other, and with a low growl he dragged himself to his feet. His vision swam, and the world tilted as Khane grabbed onto a surface to hold himself up. His body shook with the effort of just keeping on his feet, and he hated it, mentally pushing himself harder. He could do this. He had to...<br><br>"What..." He gasped as suddenly he felt out of breath," What is happening... to... Me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>02-04-2015, 01:41:04</strong>
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				Watching her charge stand upon rubbery legs, Khyrrin gasped, amazed at his internal fortitude. She’d fed him more than once as the transition happened. He’d in turn fed her twice now. What strength was he pulling upon to rise up and voice his confusion? Considering what she’d taken from him, she didn’t know how he was upright.<br><br>Lifting to a sitting position, the redhead curled her legs back, her thighs remaining close together. With a delicate hand extended along his thigh, she reached for him, imploring with voice and gesture. “Khane, you need to feed again. Please…” she shivered, her body already recharging her reserves with his fluids, “take of me again?” She begged him to strike her vein, her upturned wrist sliding close to his hip. Having no idea what kind of image she made in the half dark, her pearlescent skin glowing where the light touched it, she was completely naked, disheveled at his feet. And her throat was extended as well, her hair curling over one shoulder as she reached for him, her breasts offered as her back arched forward.<br><br>The female might have been a debauched harlot upon first glance, reaching for him in her desperation – but it was the concern in her face that made her beautiful. She was ignoring her position, her situation, hoping to keep him from falling over by feeding him her blood. Which his senses picked up on amid the varying other smells abundant in their rented room. She was bleeding… wounded? Just a hint of her blood swirled in the air, surrounded by sex and amber and heat that consistently pulled at him despite their recent transaction. She Needed him.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>13-04-2015, 21:52:08</strong>
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				There he stood, towering over her as the image of strength and power despite his weakness. He looked shrunken, somehow. Maybe the shivers that ran through his body as he stood there, trying to strengthen himself by sheer for ce of will, ignoring the agony that it was to simply keep his balance. And there she was, on her knees in front of him, reaching out to him... speaking to him. Her words came to his ears as if from far away, heavily muffled. His ears were ringing, he realized, and he could hear his heart hammering in them, almost drowning out what she was saying. Despite all this, he could hear it clearly. Her hands pulling at numb arms as he fell down to his knees in front of her.<br><br>Gods, she smelled... heavenly. He felt his knees strike the ground painfully, but he ignored it. There was that hunger again, building in his weakness. It was telling him how to cure it, how to feel strong again. How to get rid of this weakness that seemed to seep through his bones. He leaned his head over her shoulders, and his hearing was filled with a heartbeat, but not his own. He could hear her blood moving through her veins and the scent of it made his mouth water. No... that blood was out, for him to smell it so freshly.<br><br>Strengthless fingers clutched at her, pulling her naked body closer to him as he nuzzled against her neck, feeling her warmth against his icy skin. He leaned forward, baring his teeth, sinking them suddenly into the small bridge between her neck and shoulders. At first the teeth just rested over her skin, touching, lightly, almost lacking the strength to continue, but he pulled them together, feeling the warm blood surge through her skin, watering his mouth making him crave... more. More. He clutched her closely to him, power filling his muscles again as he sucked deeper.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 10:42:58</strong>
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				Khyrrin winced as Khane landed before her, gravity grounding him to the floor cruelly. She wrapped herself about him, her hands stroking up the back of his scalp, guiding him right where he wanted to be, at the crook of her neck. Soft moans teased at his hearing, her body willing him to invade her with his fangs, his sex, his fluids, everything. Naked and trembling, she was boiling in comparison, fevered with her Needing. If he would not or could not satisfy her body over the daylong torture of instinctual rutting, she’d scream from the wracking pain until she passed out… just like his transition. But she was incapable of dying from it and the Needing would happen again in another decade or less, and all the following decades of her centuries long life.<br><br>Unless she had a mate for each of those periods.<br><br>His teeth trailed her skin softly and she feared he would not drink from her for a panicked moment. Set to right as his fangs indulged, he pierced just above her shoulder, drawing thick and heavy against her heartbeat. She groaned aloud, her arms tightening around his back, gripping into his scalp with her nails. Her body couldn’t hold still as she rocked toward him, her hips trying to find and encourage his manhood into joining them.<br><br>She shuddered as the tightness inside her core thrummed. Panting lightly, she climbed him, settling her spread knees to the outsides of his hips. Pressing herself wetly against his cock, she squirmed and slid, whimpering, wanting him. “Please… Khhhhaaane… more?” Arching her back to connect with him at hips and lips, she curved to keep her throat under his mouth, rocking upon his lap. Her scent grew under their noses, spread over his burgeoning member, thick with amber and the sweet-salty tang of her blood.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>11-05-2015, 19:42:43</strong>
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				The suction was soft at first, feeling the salty, warm and matellic tang of blood on his lips. Back during his transition his need for the liquid had surpassed all cognition, making him unable to enjoy the taste of the blood as he sucked it in, but now, he could savor the taste, the texture, warm and thick pulsing through his mouth. Time seemed to slow as he took his first swallow, then another, and another after that. A surge of energy rushed through him as he did so, his numb fingers regaining sensation. The feeling of vitality - LIFE - rushing through his body again was heady. He gasped for breath before sucking at her neck again. She pulled closer and he angled his body to her's as well. His heart was hammering, thundering in his chest with newfound vigor, and he found that other parts of his body were suddenly filled with life.<br><br>The way he soft, lithe body moved against his wouldn't have drawn a reaction from him a week ago, but now... gods. So much had happened in so little time. He was still reeling from all the changes, being washed down a river with no want or need to stop himself. He might ask questions later, and he might even get answers, but the fact remained that she was there. She needed him, he could smell her need. He wondered if she realized that he needed her.<br><br>Her skin was hot, he realized, feverishly so, burning like a flaming brand in his hands. He pushed her down on the ground again, pulling away from where he had been draining her, instinctively licking the wounds that his fangs had caused. He loomed over her, licking his lips, feeling a hunger different from his new need for blood rushing thoguht his body. He all but pounced, pulling her up to him as he leaned down to meet her, gliding his hips between her thighs and entering her again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>18-06-2015, 22:35:23</strong>
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				With his massive hands cupping up her hips to slide her along his angled thighs, Khyrrin was toted upon his cock, one thick deep plunge to fill her with his member. She groaned and scratched languidly over his chest, half following the patterns embedded in his skin, watching his face. He managed to lean over her backward tilted body even as his hips started to thrust into her, his fingers holding her still for his onslaught.<br><br>The redhead didn’t mind at all. She wriggled and pushed up from the floor with her toes, trying to ride him harder. She might feel the evidence of such rough sex a day later but right now, her instinct was to take as much of his seed and blood as she could within her needing period. With her shoulders on the ground and her hair spilling out around her, she grinned, growling at him to continue, encouraging him.<br><br>The moment his lips came into reach, she kissed him, her mouth opening under his with enthusiasm. She wanted his kiss, his body, his flavor inside her. She moaned and arched, having no practice at this intense exercise but capitulating to an instinct that was inherent throughout the race. Vampires were designed to latch onto prospective mates that could fertilize well – that might bring about the rare and dangerous pregnancies that caused most female deaths. Just because her body was singing praises to the Scribe Virgin at the moment, didn’t mean she had it in her head to get pregnant by Khane… but her mind was gone, concentrated on nothing but reaching for more of <em>HIM</em>.<br><br>Khane’s arms slid under her back and lifted her, meeting her halfway off the floor. At this angle, she could wrap herself around his torso and simply bob upon his cock if he wasn’t intent upon knocking against her womb, but again, she didn’t have a thing to say against what was happening. She was giddy with endorphins, hopped up on hormones, completely nerveless about indulging whatever actions he might wish to take so long as she was there with him. Her very breath was punctuated with soft cries of jolting pleasure, her reactions heightened with the Needing.<br><br>She started to shake as his piercing shaft continued to plunder her sex. Khyrrin moaned over his shoulder, allowing her fangs to scrape briefly before looking into his face, eyes wide and shining as she rose to another climax, shock taking over from bliss.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>01-07-2015, 19:53:20</strong>
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				Her nails scored over his skin, raking red trails as moved winside her over and over again, feeling a surge of sensation with each plunge. This felt surreal. It was a dream, powerful and full of feelings that he had never felt before, but a dream nonetheless. He would wake up, and his life would go back to the normal, dreary lifestyle that he had held before. But this moment, this moment in dream, was his. All his, and so was she. <br><br>Pulling her up so that she straddled his thighs felt like lifting a feather, she was so light. And full of life. His thrusting was hampered at this angle, he found, but she didn't pause. She needed him as much as he needed her, and as soon as she rested atop him, he felt her slim thighs wrapping around his hips, muscles tightening as she began to ride him, slowly at first as she grew used to it, but gaining in speed and effort, gliding her body over his heated skin. He moved himself to rise, matching the rolling of her hips, pulling her down with more strength with each stroke, his hips rising to meet hers, bouncing her back and forth between hands and hips.<br><br>He felt her tighten, her body tensing over his. Moans of pleasure and the sudden pause in the relentless riding told him that she had climaxed. He paused as well, conjuring... wondering why she had stopped. Hungry for more. He growled, wanting more, picking her up easily. Light. Dangling her in his hands felt as easy as picking up a cushing, a pillow. Hands gripping her tightly as he walked over to the bed, his eyes locking on hers before he placed her on the bed. He was not gently, laying her down on her stomach before climbing on the bed himself, straddling over her bottom, a hand moving down to push his shaft down underneath her, a firm thrust driving him deep inside her wet sex again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>21-08-2015, 08:38:59</strong>
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				Khyrrin gasped as his body parted from hers, distracted by the emptiness she felt. She was still catching her breath as he lifted and carried her to the luxurious bedding and held her gaze a moment before turning her onto her front. Confused but completely trusting, Khyrrin relaxed, feeling him climb above her, the shifting of the mattress announcing his movements. Giving herself this moment to rest, she laid her cheek against the cool covers, her eyes closing.<br><br>Khane’s legs seemed to tighten around her thighs, his hands pulling her hips into the air, tilting her forward. Then his touch at her sex… and he thrust inside, spreading her wide. Khyrrin’s hands flew open to grip the comforter in her fingers, nails threatening to rend the material apart. A scream of surprise might have filled the room had her voice not been thickened by pleasure, the sound more of a grunt of satisfaction. Her mouth remained open and her eyes closed as he took her from behind, profligate noises joining his rhythm in her voice, shoved from her with every entry.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>05-10-2015, 20:08:40</strong>
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				Gentleness, subtlety and care had been bled from him as urgently as his actual blood. He was lost in a haze of pleasure, desire and need, his fingers gripping with enough strength so as to leave bruises later, his cock working, pumping and pounding into her with enough strength to elicit loud slaps as his hips contacted her ass. He didn't have time to figure this out. It would have to come later. His mind was swamped with all these feelings that he had never felt before. The fact that the first time that he was feeling them was such an intense moment had to be good. Or bad. Maybe both. He couldn't understand it. Instinct had taken over, and he was just there for the ride.<br><br>He gasped for breath, feeling his head grow light as his hands released her hips, confident that she wouldn't be moving anywhere, to rest on the bed beside her, his hips pressing against her ass snugly, rolling his thrusts now more than wildly fucking her. Still fast, still hungry and his powerful, sweaty arms contracted, letting him moving down, his lips pressing to her shoulder and neck, soft kisses first, then his teeth grazed lightly over her skin. He didn't even realize that he his fangs had pierced her skin before the warm taste of her blood flooded his senses, making his eyes roll and his hips bucking hard against her, his release powerful and sudden. He would have gasped, but he felt he couldn't release her just yet. Just... a few more seconds.<br><br>She could feel his immense, powerful body gliding smoothly against her back, his arms and knees keeping his full weight from crushing her and yet there was that pressure, comfortable, close and sexy as he ground to halt, still buried to the hilt inside of her, tonguing at the fang-wounds on her shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>23-10-2015, 18:29:51</strong>
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				Khyrrin moaned at the strike, a nearly lazy afterthought of a bite into her shoulder. Then his sex burst hotly inside her, releasing sperm and fluids enough to fill her womb and cavity. Panting as she felt him stroking his maleness inside her wetly, both flooding and locking himself within her, the redhead purred with pleasure and satisfaction. Finally she felt sated, comfortable under his heat as their bodies sank together against the mattress.<br><br>Resting, she felt Khane lick her wound closed and clean. She smiled at the more subtle possessive claim he made upon her body, their hours of sex depleting them both of energy and hot desire. Now they were merely steeped in need for each other, unwilling to part yet, despite their bodies’ call of hunger. Khyrrin grinned and half laughed as she stretched underneath Khane, wiggling slowly to keep connected to his body. “Ooooh, I’ve never felt so… much,” she admitted quietly, grateful for the intense experience. “I’m… I can feel… my body singing,” she chuckled, her eyes half slitting to reveal the Eton blue within. Tilting her head to peer at him over her shoulder, she looked feline in her completion, some level of pride encompassing her thoughts. “You… make me sing, Khane,” she purred, shivering softly in remembrance of their shared sensations.<br><br>She was tempted to roll over if only to face him better, but her body was weak with the need for nourishment and she rested limply instead, her brain floating within its myriad thoughts. Something in the back of her mind worried her… something about their mating… they were mated.<br><br><em>They were mated?</em><br><br>She’d mated the male without ceremony or promise or witness first. <em>Oh Scribe Virgin! What would her parents think? What would Khane think of her? She had been a virgin just like him before tonight. She’d taken his virginity without so much as a conversation or apology.</em> No… she’d tried apologizing to him, begged him to stop her… <em>hadn’t she?</em> Khyrrin couldn’t remember anything clearly. Doused into reality by these sobering reflections, she widened her eyes, watching the male over her shoulder as she breathed deeper.<br><br>“Khane?” She had to lick her lips for moisture, feeling that they, like the rest of her, seemed dehydrated. “H… how do you feel?” <em>And are you going to exact some revenge upon me for taking you hostage for my prurient uses?</em> she wanted to ask, afraid of the answer.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>15-11-2015, 19:01:25</strong>
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				The animal took its time in subsiding. Wild when unleashed to feed for the first time, now it seemed to be winding down. Khane felt his body beginning to reel from everything that had happened to him thus far. His skin was covered in sweat and his muscles felt like they would be sore the next morning. Did that... apply anymore, he wondered to himself as he slipped off of her body and lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Before his transformation he remembered sore muscles after exertion, but was that one of the things that changed? He chuckled softly to himself. He had undergone transformation from a creature on the fringes of society to a vampire. Fingers moved over his bald head. Sore muscles was what he wanted to learn about? A hundred different questions screaming for release inside his head, and that one seemed like the least world-rocking of them.<br><br>Her words registered on a unconscious level. Her body sang. He made her body sing. What did that mean? His eyes narrowed. Was it a metaphor or was it something that was literal for her? Propping himself up on an elbow, he looked at her. Not singing that he could hear, but there were many forms of 'singing', especially in this context. An eyebrow raised at her question.<br><br>How did he feel? Now that was not a question that would be answered with a 'Doing great, how about you?'. So many things were rushing through his body, and that primal... thing seemed to have receded into the background, but he could still feel it there. It had had its fun and now it was in the dark corner of his mind, waiting for release once more. And he was partially thrilled, partially terrified at that thought. Never had he felt quite so alive in his young life, and yet so out of control. No control over himself and his actions, just following instincts imprinted on him by thousands of years of whatever it was that Vampires were before. He knew nothing of the rituals, ceremonies and customs of his kind, having been rejected from their numbers as a child, but that instinct was something that transcended a terrible father and an absentee mother. It was as much a part of him as the marks on his skin. And coming to terms with this new side of him answered her question.<br><br>"I don't know," He whispered, dropping back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling," Out of breath. Spent and yet energetic. I have never felt what I feel before. Never heard it described. I don't have the words to tell you how I feel," He closed his eyes," Alive. My whole body is thrilling with sensations, not all good. It's all happening at the same time. I can't tell..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>15-11-2015, 21:49:24</strong>
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				Khyrrin could see his face from over her arm as she cringed with his bewildered description. They were both so unfamiliar, so confused, the situation must not have dawned on him regarding their mating… or he didn’t have a care about keeping her for himself. Very slowly, the red head slipped upward to her hip, a lifted hand covering her mouth to keep him from hearing her gasp as their mingled fluids gushed along her inner thigh. Practicing her balance, Khyrrin stood at the side of the bed, her whole body tingling. She was covered in sweat, her hair a wild rat’s nest of tangles, her throat and shoulders throbbing where he’d bitten her despite there being little evidence of it now.<br><br>She weakly pulled at the sheet that clung to her skin, but as it was half crumpled under Khane’s reclined body, had to release the material and discovered what it was like to stand before a man completely naked. Holding quite still for a moment, she blinked and lowered her gaze in awe. Khane’s form was appealing, even in exhaustion. She wished she could climb back into his arms and hide her face against his chest, but they were both going to starve if she didn’t order more food through room service. “I wish I had words of wisdom for you,” she breathed, "but this was my first time as well,” she clarified for him if he hadn’t noticed through their rushed connections. Without blushing, she pulled away and faced the phone, hesitating before picking it up. Her stomach growled and she gave a funny laugh, lifting the receiver.<br><br>It might have sounded ridiculous, the amount of food she requested to be delivered on the room’s account. There were only the two of them. She arranged for eggs Benedict with Hollandaise sauce, a pound of crisp bacon, wheat toast with an array of jellies and marmalade, tomato basil salad over raw baby spinach, a pitcher of orange juice and another of milk… and something with chocolate. As this last addition took a little conversation, she settled on the kitchen’s suggestion of a chocolate and walnut brownie cake and added a cheese platter with fresh fruit. Thanking them very much, she replaced the handset into the cradle and slowly looked back at Khane.<br><br>Swallowing, she moved as if to enter the bathroom when her gaze caught the blue of her ruined dress. She nervously looked down her body, flushing as she realized she had nothing to wear for the coming day. Moving more directly to the bathroom, Khane could vaguely hear the shower turning on as she’d left the door open.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>30-11-2015, 01:08:47</strong>
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				She moved. She picked up the phone, she talked with someone on the other end, ordering food, she hung up and stood, moving over to the other side of the room. A door opened, closed, and he was alone. All of these actions on her part registered in his mind, in part anyways. The only truly noticeable moment of the entire collection of them was that she had moved away. Unreadable as a stone wall, she had stepped away from him. Moved away. Like his reaction to their time together hadn't been to her liking. Like she had been expecting him to know more about a life that he had left behind so many years ago. She expected him to know more, as she, obviously, knew little enough. There would have been a time when he would have cared about something like that. Always attentive to the reactions of the people around him, always hiding, running, only fighting when he had been backed into a corner, paying attention to the people around him and their reactions to his rather obvious differences was a matter of survival for him.<br><br>It felt annoying that he couldn't read her in the way that he could humans. It was like being promised a book full of mystery and adventure, only to open it and see only blank pages. It was frustrating. Had he lived too many years among humans, so many that his own kind were now alien to him? He lay back on the bed, thoughts rushing through his head at a mile a minute.<br><br>What next?<br><br>That was the question that question all the others. He had been banned by his father, forbidden from entering the family's premises indefinitely after his brother had been born. Would the other vampires treat him any differently? The fact that he was a freak wasn't altered with his change. He inspected his thick arms, running fingers over the streaks of white that marred the tanned skin, stretched over rippling muscles. Was her reaction thanks to that? He scowled, sitting up and pushing himself to the edge of the bed, placing his feet on the floor. The newly acquired boost of strength, added on his already formidable power would not go to waste, he mused, if he was rejected by his own kind. Hunting down the Lessers, returning the favor for how they had hunted him while he was alone and vulnerable. The thought brought a smile to his face as he stood, finding a robe in one of the closets, wrapping the silk fabric around his body, oddly liking how it tightened around his arms and shoulders as he pulled it closed.<br><br>He looked up. She had left the door open, and the water had been running for a little while now. She had ordered food, but from what he remembered, it was a generous amount of food, and would likely take a while to prepare. They had been together in the most intimate of ways, and he still knew so little about her. He remembered her name, they had met when he was a child. Little interaction since then until he had forcibly reintroduced himself into her life by dragged her away from family and loved ones.<br><br>He was pacing. Stopping himself in mid-step at the realization, he went still, staring at the open door. He had so many questions that only she could answer. She would be wanting her space now, though. Likely time to ponder over everything, just like him. He wondered what questions were going through her mind. Did she have the answers, or was she just as lost as he was?<br><br>Someone rapped on the door.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>05-02-2016, 04:40:13</strong>
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				Standing outside the hotel room door was a cortege of service people escorting a plethora of items in a large standing wardrobe on wheels. The bottom portion was an unfolding trunk with undergarments, accessories, and shoes to try. With little time but the clear description of the man they were meant to outfit for a well-dressed week, the fitters were prepared with tapes, tablets, and a database of what was warehoused elsewhere already pulled up for color choices and print styles.<br><br>At the front stood a tiny older man with purple-tinted glasses upon his hooked nose. His dark complexion set off his nearly white hair as the natural creases upon his face seemed deep-set. Whatever age he showed seemed forgotten as he moved, full of activity and vibrancy when working with his first love – fashion.<br><br>The two female assistants behind him guided the transportable starting wardrobe toward the threshold, his master key flicking the lock back to open the door wide. They bustled in without looking about, working diligently and with speed. Within moments, the trunk was opened with shelves of shoes spilling forward upon hinged steps, smaller garments folded inside raised partitions at the top near knee level. Above that, doors slid open to the sides to reveal the basic suits and shirts hanging neatly in an array of dark colors.<br><br>Spinning around to find his target, the older man posed before the bedroom without approaching, tape measure in hand and brows lifted. “Whenever you are ready, sir?” he called out in a modulated voice. Looking somewhat like a short butler, his suit was custom with a lavender tinge in the grey. The women with him were neatly attired in similar outfits of white button up, long sleeved blouses tucked into black skirts that ended above the knees. Both wore dark hose with black heels, substantially taller than their boss.<br><br>Pretending not to see anything amiss, the man’s bespectacled gaze hardly lingered over the rent garments still littering the floor just beyond the bedroom doorway. But the thinnest smirk showed his notation that the garments were decidedly not masculine… and his hearing took in the fact that someone was running a shower in the background. Good. At least his target was paused momentarily in whatever licentious or feeding activities and might be available for his fitting.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>05-04-2016, 20:19:44</strong>
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				Still dressed in his robe, Khane moved over to the doorway quietly, his body still alive from the previous moments. He opened the door distractedly, and the people moved inside. They didn't give the hefty male a second glance as they went about their business skillfully and mute, barely a sound coming from them even as they dragged a veritable wardrobe on wheels into the room. Room was a bit of a misnomer, really, Khane thought as he looked about himself. Miniaturized palace struck closer to home, at least by way of his own experience.<br><br>Once they were finished, they turned to Khane after having ignored him before. They were professionals who had evidently done this kind of thing before as evidenced by the way the older man, who seemed to be the one in charge, studied the room before dismissing the state of it, with clothes strewn about, torn and the bed itself in something of a state, as an everyday occurrence in his line of work. He vaguely recalled his father using non-vampire humans who were specialists in their fields. Someone who could afford a place like this seemed like they would only stand to have the creme de la creme about them, and this man older though he might appear, was precisely that.<br><br>That said, Khane looked anxiously towards the door of the bathroom, still hearing the water on and desperately hoping that Khyrrin would step out and rescue him from the deep water that he had suddenly and figuratively found himself drowning in.<br><br>"As ready as I'm ever going to be," Khane finally managed to rumble with a dejected sigh. The human noticed neither rumble nor sigh and quickly stepped forward and without so much as a word, stripped Khane of his robe, tossing it aside with a disapproving sniff. The tape went to work then, coming and going quickly as grunted orders came from the man. Lift up your arms, turn your head. Spread your legs. Snappy and to the point, brokering no discussion or disobedience. Finally, he stepped back, looking over the notes that he had taken, nodding quietly to himself as if he had already known all the measurements and had simply gone through the formality of measuring them to be sure. While he went over the clothes and shoes that they brought in, Khane moved over to where his robe had been discarded and picked it up again, feeling rather self conscious about being fully naked in a room full of strangers. This earned him a balefule glare from the older man, but as he said nothing and continued with his work, Khane covered himself with the robe once more, again looking at the open bathroom door as if it would provide him with guidance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaNeko</strong> on <strong>05-04-2016, 22:53:41</strong>
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				Measurements taken and recorded, the female attendants were cool in their personal assessment of their current client. No outward opinions or reactions showed while they offered pattern, color, and options to the beefy male. The smaller, older man pursed his lips slightly as he directed which columns to choose from on his tablet, the natural creases around his mouth deepening further. No artifice under his skin, he preferred to think fresh rather than looking young. He cared not that the male they worked around smelled of recent sex and sweat. In fact, that notion might have relaxed him a bit, recognizing that his client was not currently in need of something immediately – a partner, blood, or anything less savory than the pleasures of life. He half smiled behind his purple spectacles at the way things were organizing in the temporary selected wardrobe they were putting together for Khane. He even sniffed proudly at the silhouettes being arranged, a classic style befitting the muscular form before him.<br><br>Khyrrin turned the shower off as Khane was testing the fit of a pair of black lace-ups. While notes were taken about needing one size larger, the redhead had dried off and combed her hair through with her fingers, opting to cover it with a towel instead of leaving it loose while she grabbed a change of clothes from her bag. Wearing a large towel as a wrap around her torso and hips, she stepped from the bathroom with another towel turbaned around her hair. Just bringing her hands down from tucking an errant wisp of hair upward, she paused, seeing movement in the light outside the bedroom. There was Khane, watching her, his expression… almost needing. While instinct drove her toward him, she took in the strangers as they worked, holding her breath a moment. Glancing toward her own bare feet as she realized her bag full of garments was still outside the bedroom, she came to the conclusion that these people had likely seen it all while working in a hotel. She thought consciously about what the dressing crew might make of her appearance and the obvious relationship between the two vampires. Then again… someone had to be the first to know. If she admitted what had happened to any members of the Glymera, surely everyone in society would know soon. And she needed to be the one to tell her parents first.<br><br>Coming to terms with her situation as bedded but not wedded, Khyrrin stepped forward, her gaze open for Khane to take refuge within. She gave a cursory smile to the strangers as they continued working and stood before her lover, a head shorter and a third of his weight. She watched him as the robe spread wide across his chest, showing an expanse of his skin below his throat. It was all Khyrrin could do not to move closer forward and kiss his pectorals.<br><br>The fashion maven complimented the advance warning call their service received, subtly thanking Khyrrin for the consideration in giving them time to prepare the array of samples. Finally introducing himself, he used the name Ayberk and pointed out Liesel and Zaina, his assistants. Each followed up with a polite nod while proffering basket-weaved, Imperial, and pinpoint Oxfords for the choosing. Here, Khyrrin smiled and finally turned her head toward them, laying a manicured nail upon the pinpoint for his new dress shirts. A quiet conversation about ease of movement followed, one interesting question being asked of the pair: What accessories would be regularly worn with the suits?<br><br>Khyrrin blinked once at this, wondering out loud if Ayberk meant a wristwatch. “No, madame – what weapons will he be wearing? We’ll need to take their placement into account for access and the layering of material to hide the bulges in the construction of his suit coats,” the little Turkish man explained, obviously not for the first time. Before she though much about the strangeness of the question, Khyrrin had automatically answered, “Knives.” Then she turned to lift her brows at Khane. “And guns?” she asked quietly, uncertain he’d had one in his previous residence.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lover Unknown (Deamonbane and ChaNeko)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>23-05-2016, 01:22:12</strong>
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				More measurements were taken, as noiselessly as they had been the first time and Khane allowed himself to mentally relax as they studied every physical aspect of his body and quantified it to the terms of fashion. He didn't understand a fiber of it, but they obviously knew what they were doing, not needing his help and, most importantly to the man that had relied on his gut instincts and nerve to survive since he was a teenager, meant him no harm. His whole body evolved from alert and all but humming for action to relaxed and calm distracted even, as he came to that conclusion. He doubted that the troupe even noticed.<br><br>What they did notice, was when Khyrrin stepped out of the bathroom. Wearing a towel across his torso and midsection, and a second one wrapped up in her luxurious ruby locks, she seemed more at home with the luxury of having these people deciding what he would be wearing over the next indeterminate period than he was. He offered her a nervous smile as she stepped out came closer to him. His relaxation seemed to complete itself as she stepped in between him and the other people in the room, and began... well talking to them.<br><br>Now why didn't I think of that, Khane mused.<br><br>She was comfortable with the situation, casting a knowledgeable eye over the selection of clothes, shoes and other adornments, and apparently approving as they quickly moved onto simple introductions, names and then quickly glancing past the formalities to extend the conversation to the actual needs and requirements involved in his own clothing. Having always dressed spartanly and as his lean budget required, he didn't want to interrupt their train of thought. In this particular instance, they knew best.<br><br>Just stand in the corner and look menacing, he remembered being told when he was hired as a part time bouncer at a seedy club on the East Side. Seemed appropriate for this situation too. He crossed his arms and watched the conversation continue, trying to absorb as much knowledge from it as he could.<br><br>Suddenly, the conversation turned to him, and he realized that he had been drifting, mentally. She was looking at him, eyebrows raised, expecting an answer. He went over what they had said, and realized that they were talking about weapons and the using of them. More to the point, the concealing of them in the very expensive clothes that he would be wearing. Who was going to be footing this bill, he wondered, and quickly brought himself back to the task at hand. He had never been in a fight where his own two mitts couldn't get the job done. Was he really expected to get into fights where he would need more than that? Knives? Guns? Who was he supposed to be using those against, anyways?<br><br>But he didn't want to embarrass Khyrrin with his ignorance. She was likely expecting him to know as much about this side of his life as a vampire as she did so his blank face was quickly replaced with a thoughtful frown and a nod.<br><br>"Knives," He agreed," And guns too."<br><br>Ayberk rolled his eyes," Yes yes of course knives and guns, but which? How large, which kind, how many? I won't have anyone dressed by me walking around with weapons bulging like a stiff co..." He paused in his sentence, obviously not meaning to offend Khyrrin with his language, so he cleared his throat and trusted that his point did in fact come across. Khane's eyebrows knitted together as he tried to come up with a suitable response.<br><br>"A combat knife and a handgun for each hand will be the minimum requirement," Khane said with as much assertiveness as he could muster," But leave some extra room, as I might need more firepower for special occasions," And he closed that with an almost feral smile that he had learned from his work as a bouncer, one that did have a habit of intimidating anyone who saw it.<br><br>Ayberk blanched visibly, but otherwise showed no sign that he was affected by Khane's style. He did smile however," Of course... extra firepower. I'll see what I can do."
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