The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]
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				Title: <strong>The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 12:12:13</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i53.tinypic.com/2zxnnk0.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>"There are far worse things awaiting man than death" Dracula</em></span></span></div><br><hr><br>The ancient one passed through the lands like a ghost at sea, death filled the air and the cries of mourning rent it as desecrated bodies were found by loved ones. It bothered her not that her feeding supply were men, women or children. She was merciless, showing no qualms about sinking her elongated teeth into the neck of a bairn. Perhaps once it had disgusted her but the draw of young fresh blood was always too much. Fianna had been sired a long time ago, when the world was still very new to the religions that now tore through the world seeking supremacy. She marveled at the many lives that were lost in the name of some pathetic entity that she had once herself as a mortal adored. Knowing better now that no such higher being existed, save her kind, she tolerated none that begged for mercy in the name of their god. Indeed to these she tore asunder, deviled before drinking of their blood. Over time she had become a vampire to be feared and loathed, created by a day walker one of the first, she was powerfully strong and few if any dared to question her or come against her in battle.<br><br>Her coven was slowly growing, preferring for a long time to simply walk the earth alone. It was inevitable that she would eventually take a mate to satisfy the lusts that plagued her body but though she eventually sired these, she felt nothing for them. Lucus, Michael and Thadeus however worshiped the very ground she walked on. Lucus being her first felt compelled to act as her second in command, bore the siring of the others with animosity and only tolerated their presence because his beloved wished it. If he had his way he would decapitate them both. For now however he was content on this exercise, Fianna had left Michael and Thadeus in England where they had found for themselves women that their Lady approved of. Her mind forever thinking had found the women interesting and having tasted them for herself offered them to her men as their own. Eventually she would give them her permission to sire them but for now, they were only to use them to quench their lusts and feed.<br><br>She on the other hand felt the old stirrings of wanderlust, needing to move, unable to stay still for long. The world was a vast place and she had all the time in the world to discover it's many secrets but still this did not prevent her from wanting to experience it all when she wanted. Having no one to answer to had never been tiring for her and so as she made her way through the Northern territory of Italy, through the lush fields of Tuscany it was to be hailed by Donna Adelino Ferrera to visit at her villa. The villa was not simply a house, it was a large turreted mansion made of dark sandstone and limestone. Gargoyles of ferocious design trespassed along the stucco edging as if keeping guard, while walls build to exasperating proportions lined the vast acreage. It was a fortress, a home to one of the most influential Italian vampire dynasties. It was an honour to be invited to stay but Fianna saw it as her due. She was after all many years older than the three hundred year old Donna Ferrera. In the dead of night the two riders entered the courtyard to be met by guards and servants prepared to take the steeds and guide them to their hostess. <br><br>Fianna waited for Lucus to move to her side, she did not want the hands of some Italian half-breed touching her. She allowed him to lower her to the ground, only then removing the hood from her traveling cloak and glancing upwards at the monstrous building. It was impressive, not nearly as much as her own that she had claimed from her Russian husband. A pact that had been made for business purposes only, he was dead a few years now and as a mark of respect in the vampire world she continued to wear the shroud of black. Though Fianna wore it more because it made her look beautiful than for mourning reasons. Lucus passed the reigns to the servants as he too glanced about. The scent of human blood was in the air and both shared a knowing smile for a brief moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 23:40:14</strong>
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				Vicenzo (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgD9gx5cBvQ/ScX4tabZ6EI/AAAAAAAAPQY/MXwkjEy9nZE/s400/RaulBova03.jpg), often called Vico just to be quick about it had been given the job getting the stables ready for the two visitors that was coming that night. Everyone knew that the stables had not been used in years, and had started to become run down. There was holes in the roof, and the gates for each pin has been broken. And now Vico had to fix it all. He had gotten word of this from the Head of Staff when he got his breakfast. And how he was on top of the roof in the hot sunlight. He had fixed most of the holes in the roof, but there was still this one. He put down his tools and looked up in the sky. It was already late into the afternoon, and he had to have this all done by nightfall he was told. He really did not know if he was going to be able to finish it in time. He wondered about these visitors that were coming, and why would he need to have them finished by nightfall? Not many people would travel all day and then into the night. <br><br>But he returned to his work, pulling out the small plank of wood and nailing it down. After a few more planks, the last hole was patched and it would be water proof so that the horses don't get rained on. He jumped down off the roof, landing on his feet easily. He had started to act a little more daring in his every day life. It seemed to just come more naturally. He would often try and push his limits, carrying more then anyone else, running faster and faster each day. He also often used to rest time arm wrestle with the workers. He had beaten them all, but it was only the night time guards that seemed to be able to beat him now, but then it was just barely. The night time guards did not like that at all, and he was beaten afterward. But that was two weeks ago, and he was sure if he got another go he would be able to beat them all.<br><br>He moved into the stables, and saw that there was much more work then just fixing the gates to each pin. He was going to have to clean them out, remove the old hay and put in new stocks of it. There was also the fact that he was going to have to bring over a barrel or two of grain to feed the tired horses. He sighed lightly to himself, and just picked up his tools and went to work on the gates first. By the time he was down, the sun had already set a while ago, and he was told that the visitors could be seen down the road. He turned around and looked over the stables. It look greatly different then before. Each pin look like it had just been built, and the hay and wood shavings where all around. He was happy that he was able to get his hands on the wood shavings. It would make clean up so much easier. He was leaving as he passed the place set aside for the barrels of grain he meant to bring over, but forgot. He looked down and realized that he had forgot that. <br><br>"Oh...."<br><br>He dropped his tools there, and started to run for the stock of animal food. It was far away, and he had to make it there, and back while carrying the barrels of food. He knew that it was hopeless, but he still had to try. He ran over there, and threw open the door to the small cellar where the gain and oats was stored. He did not know what horses ate, but he thought that it was grain. But he looked at each of the barrels, and just picked up the oats one. He started to move, carrying the barrel. He made it back to the stable some how before the servants leading the horses did. He was thankful for that. He set down the barrel of oats, but as he did the metal ring around the barrel cut his arm. He pulled back and looked at it. It had gone though the sleeve of his garment, but still cut him. The small crimson trail grew, and soon just rolled over his arm and disappeared into the fabric of his shirt. He did not have all of the time in the world to treat this small cut. He had to get back to the workers quarters soon. He pulled his rag from his pocket, and just wrapped it around his arm. He slowly made his way to his room. But as he crossed the courtyard, he saw the two visitors. One of them was a man that looked like he thought of himself highly. He put himself only a step behind the other visitor. But even if he was showing that kind of respect to the other, he would show it to no other.<br><br>Then Vico looked at the second visitor. It was a woman that seemed to have something more to her. She walked with a grace far past her years. He eyes seemed to be looking only in front of her, but at the same time all around. She wore a black shroud, and he thought that she had just lost someone dear to her. He stopped, not wanting to cross there path. It would not be something too smart because these two people might have been lord and lady of some great land coming here to chat with the Mistress and nobles often did. He bowed his head and waited for the two of them to pass so he could continue to his room.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 14:01:27</strong>
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				Fianna began to follow the servant into the large estate but the scent of blood was overwhelming. As much as she had feasted over the past few days, this was different. Over the years she had come to regard her life source the way many humans did wine. There were fine bouquets and then there was the average run of the mill - this will do for now variety. In all her many years however she knew she had never smelled anything as heady or as intoxicating as this. She stopped instantly, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. So close, so very close. Her head snapped about her to see a human standing near them. His bowed head caused her to smirk, her eyes flashing instantly to Lucus whose chest seemed to emit a low rumbling growl. He was not at all pleased. His mistress rarely showed interest in any human unless it were for feeding or her own gratification but the look she had in her eyes now he had never seen before.<br><br>It was territorial, predatory and filled with pure lust. Fianna could not take her eyes from the man, he was a slave by his garb but he was extraordinary to behold. Wasted doing menial tasks when he should be serving better needs. In that moment the ancient vampire knew her hostess was a fool of the highest order. Such a man would not have been wasted with her. She felt a heat stirring through her, an instant arousal for him. It had been a very long time since any man or woman had set her spirits racing. If she had a pulse she knew it would be pulsating excruciatingly. It was mere seconds perhaps but vampires time especially that of an ancient is all relevant. Life moves so very slowly while they speed through it. A moment could feel like an eternity. She willed him to look up at her, desired to see his eyes but Donna Ferrera chose that unfortunate moment to walk to the steps.<br><br>"Mia Cara" she beamed hands open as if they were long lost friends. Another looked passed between Lucus and his mistress. Contempt and nonchalance riddled them both, they would tolerate this visit for a decent meal if nothing else. Fianna however now had another agenda and as her beautiful elegant form glided past the human, she let her eyes move once again to regard him. It was the swiftest of glances before her eyes locked with the Donna's. A fake smile graced her lips as she made her way up the steps. They kissed the air on either side of their cheeks, while Lucus stayed three steps below his mistress with head bowed. The women linked arms as they entered but though her back was now turned on the delicious specimen that had captured her interest, her thoughts were still with him. <br><br>A servant took Lucus to their rooms, while the Donna escorted Fianna to the dining hall. They would feast alone to discuss some business matters. It seemed that they had feasted themselves on their way into Italy on a particular family that had been making her life nothing short of miserable. The Italian upstart was grateful, she laid her palm on top of Fianna's as she gushed her gratitude, a caress to her hand that caused the ancient to quirk a well shaped eyebrow her way. Her quick mind at work always knew she could have what she desired if she played her cards right.<br><strong>"It was made known to Lucus, my first in command, that this ... family were a stone in your shoe"</strong> she removed her hand from beneath the other and took the dominant position by taking the Donna's hand now in her own. Her thumb stroking her palm gently but almost hypnotically.<br><strong>"I fear I knew nothing about them until then but once he brought the matter to my attention, we knew as we were on our way here that the best gift of our esteem would be to annihilate them for you."</strong><br><br>Her voice steady and soft, belied the creature that she truly was. She was a lethal ferocious killer, able to take any life without thought of consequence. The family they spoke of had simply been in their way, nothing more. A small rogue vampire coven more wild than dangerous but obviously a hindrance to the Donna. The younger vampire let her mind wander to the massive vampire that had accompanied Fianna. It had been quite some time since she had seen a man of that stature and she felt the stirrings of arousal within her. Fed up with bedding those about her home for she would never contemplate doing so with a human male, only females; Donna looked eagerly at the ancient.<br>"He is very loyal to you. Do you ... share .. a" she hesitated not able to say the words in case she caused the ancient disrespect.<br><br><strong>"Do we share a bed? not all the time. Not tonight, I am too hungry"</strong> she made certain to drop that small nugget in and waited for it to fester. For all she knew the Donna could be slow witted and take some time before the indication reached her. She had purposefully lied, for herself and Lucus had not shared any intimate moments in a long time but for the Donna to be made aware of this would convince her that Lucus was not worthy of her attentions. If she thought him good enough for Fianna, she would most definitely think him good enough for herself. <br><br>However the hostess was superb at entertaining visitors, she leaped onto both pieces of information happily. <br>"Then you must both feed" she stood up from the table and clapped her hands, a servant entered to which she asked for a line of humans to be brought forth. As the servant left to do her bidding, she turned her attention back to Fianna. <br>"Shall I have a human brought to his room, he must be tired" she smiled.<br><strong>"He would prefer to be able to thank you for your hospitality. I will have one of your servants call him down."</strong><br>"No .. no, let him rest. It has been a long journey for you both. I head that way myself and will take one to him" she smiled again at the woman, "and you my dear Fianna must take which ever human you desire.... my gift to you."<br><br>It was all she had needed to hear, a slow sly smile crossed her perfect lips at the words.<br><strong>"You are too kind, Lucus will be ... most appreciative"</strong> she inclined her head, seeming to appear most thoughtful, <strong>"in the courtyard, a stable man ..."</strong> she described him in brief detail, not wanting to appear over eager in her desire to possess him.<br><strong>"he would suit my needs very well."</strong><br><br>The Donna thought for a moment but knowing she had so many human servants, a constant food source on tap but for a handful, she did not recall knowing one of that description. It had been far too long since she had gathered her human slaves for her inspection. As the other servant entered bringing with her five humans of varying gender and age, Donna pointed simply to one before asking the servant if she had any idea if they had a stable man fitting the description she repeated. The servant had only to think for a minute before she shook her head, but corrected herself by stating that he existed but was not the actual stable man. Ordered then to go and fetch him to Fianna's chambers, both women moved from the table and walked with Lucus's meal in tow up the winding wide staircase to the corridor on which the rooms were situated. Directed to a room at the end of the corridor they parted. One went alone to her room to await the man from the courtyard while the other all but skipped her way into Lucus's chamber, tossing the human to the floor and shutting the door behind her ... a smile of absolute decadence upon her features.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 09:03:09</strong>
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				Vico felt something as the visitors started to get close. It was as if he was being hunted in a way. He had only felt this once before, and that was when he was very little. He could have sworn that a wolf was after him. And once he thought that it had caught up to him, but he had gotten away. But now it was like someone wanting him, and everything that was him. Then he heard a growl that made something deep inside of him stir a little. It seemed to come for the male visitor. He did not fully understand everything that was going on, but he felt the urge to say something, or to even growl back. But he knew that if he even moved a mussel that he could end up loosing his life. It would not be the first time that his mistress would have killed off one of the workers for doing something disrespectful to visitors. So he held his tongue and kept his eyes down to the ground. <br><br>Then he felt the demanding need to look up, to see just what the woman visitor looked like. He gave in to the need, and looked up in the slightest. What he saw was someone of pure beauty. She looked like she was no older then twenty-four winters. He was sure that the man following her was her body guard, possibly the man that was courting her. But his eyes just looked over her body. From what he could see she was not lithe like most of the women that he knew, but she had some tone to her body. She held a aura of respect around her, and he knew that she was some kind of noble, or duchess from so far off place. But as she passed him he once again lowered his eyes before the male passed him. He did not want to even look at this hulking man. There was nothing that he could even want to see about him. His Mistress came down just at that moment and greeted her two visitors. He took that time to walk away, getting away from them and back to his room like it was meant to be.<br><br>It took him a few moments to navigate the horde of workers as they were crowded up to get there meals for the day. He was not even hungry at all right now. His mind was stuck on the look of that noble female, wondering just who she was. He could not even thinking about anything else. He got to his room, and pulled the small door shut on his small room. It was just big enough for a mat on the floor, and a little walk way to the door. He moved over to the mat, and laid down. His chest was rising and falling, and he thought about the women lifting herself and laying down over him, kissing and nibbling him. He shook his head trying to get something like that out of his head. Thoughts like that would only lead to things that will cause his death. But then he looked out the window. It was about the time for the moon to peek out over the mountains and grace everyone with its pale light. It always liked the moon, and thought that it was one of the most beautiful things in the world. He knew that many people thought the moon was a bad omen for somethings, but for him the moon and all of it phases and faces was just another sign of good luck. <br><br>But then as the first little signs of the light peeked out over the darkness, he felt something strange. Like he had just been hit with some kind of surge of energy. He was not sure what it was, but he was enjoying it. This time another image of the women in the courtyard came to him, but she was wearing nothing but a simple white night gown, letting it huge her figure. He felt himself almost purring at the image, his blood rushing to his sex, making him slightly hard. But then there came a knock at his door, and he jumped for the sudden break in his train of thought. He got up and backed to the wall, something that all of the workers where told to do when the guards came knocking.<br><br>"I am ready."<br><br>As soon as the last little bit of the word left his lips, the door opened and in came one guard with his hand on the sword at his hip. He did not say anything but it was obvious that he was to come with him and how many other guards that where there. He move out into the hallway with the other two guards and started to walk. They took him out of the workers house and slowly crossed the courtyard. He thought just what would they want with him, until they started towards the main house. He started to feel a slight fear that he might have offend one of the visitors, and his Mistress was going to spill his blood right in front of them to make up for the action. He thought just what it was that he could have done, and him sneaking a peek at the noble woman. He knew that it was that witch was going to get him killed. He was a dead man walking, and the thought of fighting off the three men came to him. But as soon as they reached the steps of the house, the butler was there.<br><br>"I will take him from here, gentlemen."<br><br>The guards nodded to him, and then turned around and started off to there posts. Vico did not understand what was going on, and why was all of this happening. If he was going to be killed, surely the guards would have came with them. But then the idea of the man with the noble woman came to his mind. Maybe he was all the protection that they thought they needed, and thus they sent away the guards. But the butler turned around and opened the main door and started in, only to turn and wait for him to cross the threshold of the house. He waited there for a moment, not knowing if he should make a run for it, or just give in to his fate. He looked back over to the moon, and saw that it was almost full tonight. He took that as a good sign and walked through the doors and waited for the butler to lead the way.<br><br>The butler started off by going to the chambers, bringing him fresh clothes and drawing him a bath.<br><br>"Wash up and put on those clothes. And makes sure that you don't smell like you have been rolling around in the horse stables all day long like you do right now."<br><br>Vico was very confused by what was going on, but he just went with it all. He did as he was told, and stripped off all of his old clothes. He started to bath, something that was not allowed of most of the workers. He made sure to make the most of it, and got every inch of him. He looked in the mirror and saw that his bread had started to grow back, giving him a kind of uncivilized look. But it looked alright to him. It was just something that he was going to have to get used too, after all shaving was another luxury around here. Once he was done he dressed into the new clothes. They still here just workers garments, but they did not have any dirt, or holes in them. He felt like he was in clothes that would last him the rest of his life. The butler was waiting for him right outside of the door and nodded to him as he came out.<br><br>"Now follow me, don't say a word, or anything." He moved down the hallway and then into another room. The butler turn to him and told him to stay here while he goes and gets something. He went into the other room and then came back out with a set of shackles and chains. He moved over to him and then grabbed his wrist and put them into the shackles and locking them tightly around his wrist. Then he attached the chains and started off again. The chains made a kind of small rattling sound as he walked, but there was nothing he could do about it. They went deeper and deeper into the house, to places that he never dreamed that he would see. But soon he stopped at a door and knocked a few times.<br><br>"My lady, I have the man that you requested to see, what shall I do with him?"<br><br>Vico did not know what was going on. Was he to be killed in some room in brand new clothes and with a clean body? He did not understand why it was not good enough for him to be beheaded right there in the middle of the courtyard like all of the others.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 10:28:44</strong>
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				The room she had been given was sumptuous and she was glad that no expense seemed to be spared on her behalf. A fire roared in the grate, the large marble fireplace cracked in places but even it's significant age did not detract from the masterpiece that it was. Intricate demons, bats, gargoyles and vampires were embedded into every inch of it. Fianna smiled moving across to the bed and pulling back the heavy drapes that surrounded the four poster to reveal a high king sized bed. The bedding was all pulled back ready for her. She did not need much sleep but still always considered it a good practice. Her mind after all needed to ponder on so many of the issues she came across through her waking hours. Turning from the bed a smile crossed her features instantly. A dark brocade&nbsp; wall seemed barren of all ornaments at first glance but on closer inspection, small hooks were firmly embedded into the wall, no doubt to link chains through when feeding time commenced. <br><br>Instantly visions of the stable man came to her and she felt a stirring in her blood. She wanted to have fun with him well before ever even tasting him but she knew even now she would not drain him. It had been some years since she had turned any one, if she turned him she would have a toy to play with for quite some time to come before she got bored which she always did. Divesting herself of her black gown she tossed it over a chair and washed herself from the bowl of cold water provided. She had no use of any servant doing the job for her, usually the girl would only get fondled and drained at any rate and she wanted to safe her appetite for the juicy morsel on his way. Carefully she lathered her body in scents creams, her skin already soft to the touch though cold also and hard if prodded further. There was no easy shattering of her bones.<br><br>Clad then in a &nbsp;white gown with a black bodice &nbsp;(http://www.polyvore.com/fianna/set?id=26930145) Fianna stood inspecting the strength of the wall hooks when she heard the clink of chains far off on the stairs. Her head turned slowly, there was something different completely different about the one who approached but she could not dicipher just what it was. Eventually a knock sounded and the butlers voice spoke. Slowly she opened the door, ignoring the servant and reaching out with her long arm. Her fingers coiled into the top of his shirt and dragged him inside. The door slammed behind her as she released him and began to circle him wearily. The scent that oozed from him was like nothing she had smelled before.... or at least in a very long time. <br><br>Unable to pinpoint what disturbed her she stood back to observe him, frowning that they had washed him.<br><strong>"You smelled better with your natural sweat about you. No matter we shall build it up again"</strong> she told him, speaking as if he were of no real consequence in the equation. A long hand reached out again, a finger extended to trail about his chest up along his neck and jawline to rest at his mouth. <br><br><strong>"Do you know why you are here?"</strong> she asked, taking a step closer. Her breasts pushed upwards because of the bodice, the darker skin of the areola.&nbsp; peeking from beneath. She had been a vision in all black but now dressed in almost virginal robes she was breathtaking. Pressing her body tight against his, she let her mouth brush against his ear. Her warm breath fanning the sensitive skin there, while a hand glided possessively over his groin.<br><br><strong>"You are mine now, to do with as I please and I need pleasing"</strong> she smirked at him, then pointing to the far wall ordered him to stand against it.<br>Fianna watched him intently, the desire to drink from him was stronger his blood had an aroma that curled her senses, inflamed her blood and made her entire body want to devour him completely. It had been a long time since she had felt so aroused and she had every intention of dragging the moment out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 03:01:06</strong>
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				He waited at the door after the butler had knocked for no longer then a few moments. The door opened quickly and then he was pulled into the room by a powerful jerk of his shirt. It took him a moment to look around the room, it was big. There was many expensive things that he never even thought that he would be able to see. It was like he was pulled from his old world, and thrusted into this new one. The sound of the door closing behind him made him turn and look. What he saw almost made him think that he was asleep in his room dreaming to himself. Here was the lady from before, one that he was thinking about in such a manor that it would have had him killed, standing is a garment that made his heart race and his blood start rushing to all parts of his body. His heartbeat could be heard in his ears, it was so loud that he was sure that she could hear it as well.<br><br>She spoke to him, telling him that was displeased with the fact that they had washed him. He did not know what to say, but he opened his mouth to try and save him from being beaten for another's actions and wants.<br><br>"I am sorry my Lady, they made me wash. I will do anything to get the smell back. Just tell me what to do."<br><br>He waited for her to answer, but it seemed like she was more interested in him then what he was saying. He just staid where he was, and let her circle him like some animal circling for its meal. He felt for some reason that he had two choice, fight this woman, or run. He did not understand why he was getting this feeling, she was only a women, and he was a man. He might be in chains, but that did not stop him from being able to protect himself if he wanted to. He most likely would not do so, because if he did, he would just be killed by the guards, and being killed by this woman would be much more pleasurable way to go then by some guard that thinks it is his duty. Her voice broke his train of thought and took him from inside of his mind back into the room with her.<br><br>"I don't know why I am here my Lady. I can only guess that it is because you called for me. Did I do something wrong to you my Lady? If I did please give me a task to make up my wronging of you."<br><br>He could not help but look over her body, again his blood was rushing down to his dick. He tried to keep it from really rising, and just about made it. He could feel it straining at the pants. Her body was covered, but not in a way that did not hide everything from view. Her breasts seemed to be there, lifted and ripe for him to just reach out and hold in his hands. But he held still, no matter how much his mind was screaming that she wanted that. Her body then pushed into his, the pressure of her body there was making him mad, almost into a rage of need. Her mouth brushing on his ear, making his muscles twitch and come alive. Her hand then hit home. Her could feel the energy of her hand, it was more then just a simple rub. It was as if it was claiming his body as hers to do with what she pleased. He had to say that the feeling was making him want to fight back, to claim her instead.<br><br>Then she told him he was hers, and she wanted him to please her. As she said that, flashes of her body racking with pleasure, and moaning, and under him was in his mind. But he blinked them away. She told him to go over to a wall, and he wondered why she would be tell him, a man, what to do. He growled low, his need to just take this woman growing strong. But he walked over to the wall as she asked. He waited for her to remove his clothes, as a woman should do for a man. <br><br>He did not know, but as the night progressed, he seemed to start becoming more primal, more sexist, more needy.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 23:22:42</strong>
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				She viewed him through the eyes of a predator, he was insanely handsome yet not in the mode of style that every fop seemed to view the standards of handsome as. He was a man, rugged and devastating; regal in a feral way but most assuredly oozing from him now was the distinctive scent of an alpha male. He was dominant, she could feel it from the very air about him and he seemed disgusted that he was to serve her, a woman. A smirk graced her beautiful face as she followed him to the wall, as yet saying nothing until he stood against it. <br><br>Walking towards him then, a lethal beauty about her she let her body press against his. Feeling the chiseled form beneath through the hard contours of her vampire form. Her skin fairly prickled sensing again that something was amiss here but unsure as yet what it was exactly. She had met plenty of dominant men in her many years and she had dealt with them all accordingly, not one ever survived at least not to live as a human again. Trailing her hands up about his shoulders, she reached behind slowly her eyes staring directly into his as her hands touched the large neck brace embedded into the wall. Carefully she pulled it out, as she tilted her head forward as if she would actually kiss him but instead her hands snapped tight the cuff about his neck. With a sneer upon her face she stood back from him to view him a moment.<br><br><strong>"Struggle against it and it will get tighter"</strong> she told him, sitting into a chair she had earlier placed strategically before that particular wall. Enough distance to separate them but enough close proximity for him to be fully aware of her. The moon was already high in the sky blocked out by the curtains that darkened the room to her liking. It was only lit by the flicker of many candles about the room and the glow gave an eerie feel to the place. She surveyed him as he stood there, a delicious specimen indeed. Fianna wanted to let him see her gazing at him as if he were nothing more than a pawn to her. A bit of sport to be played with and yet the longer he was in her company a deep seated hatred was welling within the very pit of her being as if the two were long lost enemies. <br><br>She stared at him anew, knowing somehow in the recesses of her mind that he was not a mere mortal man but as yet, she still did not fathom just what he was.<br><strong>"Remove your garments slave"</strong> she ordered him, wondering how long it would take him to say no to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 10:02:55</strong>
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				Her look at him gave raise to an even more primal feeling deep within his being. The feeling seemed to be like a beast clawing its way out of a cage that was the darkest parts of his soul. She moved closer to him once again. She was a beauty before, and a goddess as she was before him now. She tempted him to take her in so many ways, the look in her eyes, the movements of her hips, and the closeness she seemed to have to have with his body. His blood rushed, not only to is cock, but to the rest of his body. He could feel the need to pin her to something, rip off those thin layers that gave her a slight concealment to her body. Sweat starting to bead on his body as he fought within himself to follow her orders, or to take her as his own.<br><br>She pressed her body into his, and he felt every curve of it on his. He could smell her scent, it was something more then just the smell about her, but the scent of her being. It smelled old, but strong. He could tell that she was more then what she appeared to be. Her fingers dances there deadly dance up his body. Each and every light touch of them sent the nerves under his skin blazing alive. He wanted to give away his life to what every guard that came to the summons that her screams echo down the long halls and he took her in the primal ways that his body demanded. Her kips moving closer to his, and he knew that she was going to kiss him, and it would break what every was holding him back. Then a neck brace was sudden around his neck. His anger grew as he felt it, and her sneer that came over. Her words only added to his anger, and it grew more, and then into rage. He could feel it under his skin, like a crawling sensation. He tested the brace that was now around his neck, and her words where true. The brace seemed to become tighter around his neck.<br><br>"Remove my garments you say? I think that I shall not."<br><br>He growled low at her, the challenge in place now. He was not going to back down, his being still in deep fighting with itself. He did not know what idea would win. But the moon shine could be seen through the dark fabric that was covering the windows. Its light seemed to power him, to make him more himself, and less this mask that he was wearing now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 15:51:40</strong>
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				The order was not given lightly, it was the only thing she was allowing him to do as yet and his refusal caused an instant reaction. It was barely from his mouth and she was before him, her lightening quick reflexes, her incredible speed had her pressed up against him. Lifting his hands and pushing them too against the wall before he had a chance to stop her. The same happened, shackles embedded into the wall closed about his wrists, sinking deeper into the wall with each struggle. <br><br><strong>"My orders are to be obeyed. You have been gifted to me"</strong> and yet his defiance thrilled her. No one had dared defy her in over a century. The game was on and Fianna knew she would love the challenge he was proving to be. Trailing a hand down his chest&nbsp; she smirked up at him as she let her breasts purposefully brush against him. The flat of her tongue licked his face and though usually it pleased her to do this, the strange taste that emitted from him caused her to frown. He did not taste human.<br><br><strong>"What are you?"</strong> she asked him, staring into his eyes and demanding an answer from him as fingers curled tight into his hair and yanked his head back. Her long finger nails trailed down the length of his neck now exposed to her, his blood pumping through his veins. Pulsing there before her, her fangs extended hungrily though she had long ago learned to control her hunger. This was different, she felt insanely aroused and infinitely curious about this one. She wanted to drink from him but something warned her not too ... yet! She wanted to ravage him and fornicate with his body, making him scream with the pain she intended to inflict on him and yet, she hesitated.<br><br>Going back to the chair she sat down again. A small table stood beside it and on top of this lay a small ceramic bell. Picking it up between delicate looking fingers, she rang it. Mere moments later two servants entered. Human wenches that were basically livestock here. They looked emaciated as if they had been drained of almost every drop of blood and starved of every morsel of food. They were probably once pretty to look at but now they were mere shadows, ghostly skeletal figures drained even of fear, welcoming death if it were ever to come. The door closed behind them and they moved silently into the room.<br><br><strong>"Remove his clothing"</strong> she ordered them both, not a flicker of an eyelid did they make in protest but moved across the room to where the man lay clung to the wall. They did not look into his face once as they all but tore the clothing from him in their frenzy to do her bidding. Fianna looked at him as if the two women did not exist. Her eyes drank in every ounce of his flesh, imagining it between her fingers and mouth. <br><strong>"Kneel on other side of his shaft" </strong>her voice brokered no dispute and now she looked at him with a smirk on her face, <strong>"pleasure him."</strong><br><br>Both females set to work instantly, their hands stroking the magnificent girth, their tongues licking and their mouths kissing and sucking. Fianna sat in the chair looking indifferent to it all while all the time the smell of his blood was getting stronger and with every second she was sure she knew exactly what he was and yet it alluded her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 13:42:00</strong>
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				He was sure that his firm stand was going to set her off guard at the least. But when she came at him silently, but as quick as a flash of lightning, he was the one off guard. Before he could even blink, his hand where pushed back into the wall behind him, and he could feel them starting to draw tight around the wrists. He did not know what this woman was, but something was not human about her. Maybe she was a demon, something that would make most men run away in fear. But for him, he only wanted to stand up more, to show that he was not afraid of such a creature, even to the point that she would have to reach into his chest and pull out his heart for him to see it beat in her palm.<br><br>"If I was gifted to you, then I am no longer the other woman's property, and I do not care anymore. I <strong>WILL</strong> not bow down and obey like some pet."<br><br>He growled out again, the feeling of deep, old power coming up from deep with-in himself. But his mind raced from the feeling of it blooming, to the trailing hand on his chest, and then her soft mounds on him. The pleasure that both touches pulling from his core could not be mesured with anything on this plane of existence. He was sure that no one felt this much of one feeling, and then her warm tongue touched his check, and he knew that he was wrong already. He was sure that she would be able to pull much more of the same feeling from him before this night was over and the sun peaked its hard light over the hills.<br><br>Her question stunned him for a moment, but he then hardened his face. He looked her right in her eyes answered her in the strongest voice that he had.<br><br>"I am a man, and not yours."<br><br>He pull of his hair sent the slight feeling of pain down his neck and into his back like someone had just poured down hot water. But her did not just give in, he fought her hold, even if he was getting now where other then pulling his hair out by the roots. His teeth bared in a threat, even he did not know just what it was. But then she let go of him, and left him for a chair that was not too far away from him. He pulled at the bindings, only feeling them tighten down harder, pulling at his skin and body. He felt his skin crawl with the heat, was it from what she was doing to him with her slight touches, or something else? But the chime of the bell made him look right at it, as if it was a magnet for his eyes. The women entered the room and he did not even look at him, only at her. When they started to remove his clothing in there rough way, he just let them. But he next command was something that he did not understand, and then he last one was one of conflict with himself. He felt the other woman's hands, mouths, tongues, skin, heat, and strokes, but he fought it. There was something about this that he did not like. He looked down at the women, and then back up to her.<br><br>"Soon, it will be you that is pleasing me."<br><br>He smirked at her, and then his body arched slightly as the stimulation where getting to his needy body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 16:37:25</strong>
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				She watched his every reaction quirking an eyebrow at his words of defiance. She liked this a lot, so many gave in much too soon but this she liked very much. He would be broken slowly she would make sure of it and yet it seemed such a shame and disappointment to have to break him at all. Once that spirit was destroyed he would be simply a shell like all the other automatons lingering about this wretched holding. There was something fierce and primal about him that screamed out at her to be noticed, her very blood screamed it but she still had not registered fully what it meant. <br><br><strong>"Oh but my darling"</strong> she had smirked as she sat down, <strong>"You are very much mine and before long you will know it and revel in it."</strong><br>She stated the obvious for no one had yet been able to turn down her charms or indeed her easy way as a vampire of enthralling her victims. Fianna knew she could easily do so to him now, make him stare into her fathomless eyes and have him lose himself completely in her forever to become her slave and her lover. <br><br>Yet she did not, another aspect of this human or non-human that she was curious about. As the two women or shells of women worked him over she could not help but roll her eyes at the pathetic way in which they handled him. He needed so much more than their paltry touches and caresses. Her eyes moved to his and caught him staring at her, she smiled back as he spoke to her.<br><strong>"Is that so?"</strong> she asked standing up before her chair and beckoning to the two women to come to her and undress her. They did so with a slowness that contrasted vastly to how they had all but ripped his clothing from him. Her corset was divested first of it's satin bindings before the clasps were opened slowly. In any other woman perhaps the breasts might have sagged but her body remained perfectly shaped as it had with the corset on. The fine hourglass waist, the rounded hips, the curved full breast with the dark nipples heightened beneath the sheer material. Their skeletal like fingers unwound the lace tie at the top of her shift and with deliberate slowness as if she had told them too, the women pulled the material down over her shoulders, low down over her breasts, exposing the curves so very gradually until they were ripe for his gaze.<br><br>Downwards the shift moved until it swayed at her hips and clasped at her wrists, a little tug and it fell to the ground at her feet. Their hands moved over her body then, cupping a breast and trailing a finger tip along each nipple, gliding up her legs and sliding slowly across her bare mound. All the while she gazed at him. In a blinding flash she sent both women scuttling from the room, barking an order so abrupt that they groveled and cowered grabbed their own shifts and practically crawled from the room. His blood was setting her own on fire, she wanted to tear him apart. To kill him when the rest of her wanted to ravage him. Her eyes now jet black she looked at him through the eyes of the ancient predator she was, knowing him now for the ancient enemy he was. <br><strong>"Lycan"</strong> she hissed, <strong>"You will tremble before me."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 08:21:10</strong>
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				He watched as she got up from her chair. He watched her look at him, the women just kept on working at his body, but the touches seemed to be empty, nothing there at all. But it was still a caressing that was setting his body a fire, the need to for-fill the burning need for pleasure, or just a simple hard rutting was becoming unbearable. Then with a motion the women around him moved away and over the the lady that was holding him where he was. They started to undress her right in front of him. It was a wonderful sight, and it made his need burn higher and higher with each and every little inch of skin that was reveled. He pulled hard at the chains and binding, making them grow tight to him. His blood was becoming hot, the need for him to rut, or even just tear out her neck started to blend, and become one.<br><br>"I don't care what you call me. I will get out of here, and then show you just what it is to be cornered by me!"<br><br>His words coming out as more then a growl. His body still pulling, trying to break away. The power of the moon making his strength more then any other man. The wall started to groan at the force of his pull. Small cracking nosing coming from the areas of the hook above him. His growl becoming deep and loud. His eyes swirling with color, changing from there normal color to a mix of what looked like yellow and red. His muscles budging, and and stretching. Loud snaps coming from his bones and they started to stretch and reform into there new, or more like there true shape.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 10:15:38</strong>
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				As much as she knew he was her enemy she could not control the fire that was now lit within her. It was not simply the fire of hatred, it was the fire of passion. She could see him fighting his need to fuck against his need to fight her and smirked. He was glorious and she wanted him all the more for it. Her hand reached out and pulled the hair of one of the females until she tugged the woman upwards on to her feet. All the time Fianna's eyes bore into the lycans as she tilted the woman's neck and with a swift clean movement tore her neck asunder and let her blood flow. She wanted to see his reaction to it, how hungry he was for fresh meat. His strength was becoming more pronounced and she could hear the strain upon the chains that bound him. Her mouth sucked on the blood of the woman before throwing her still alive at his feet. She took the other and smirked at him, tilting the other womans head as well to reveal her neck.<br><br>Fianna hissed opening her mouth to reveal her fangs to him, the blood dripping from her lips to congeal on the curves of her breasts. Again she bit into the neck of the human food source and again she drank from her before tossing her to his feet. <br><strong>"Free yourself" </strong>she bated him <strong>"You know you can and when you do ... show me ... show me what you are capable of doing!"</strong><br>Her strength heightened by the blood she had drank, her lust deepened considerably. Never before had she lusted for something so deplorable to her race, never before had she even considered wanting to mate with one but now she wanted... now she desired and craved this one of all others between her legs, filling her, taking her. She would own him, she would have him and he would desire her just as much.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 05:10:19</strong>
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				He watched her pull the shell of a female up to her feet, and then bend her neck as if it was nothing to her. But what he did not expect to see next, was her bending her head down and taking a bite into the other woman's neck. She seemed to rip it apart, letting the blood run down the other woman and pooling at the floor. He used to find the smell of any blood revolting, almost to the point that it would make him sick. But this time, the smell of it was intoxicating. It was giving him a new lust, a hunger unlike anything else that he had. But this hunger was not only for that piece of meat that she was holding, but also for her as well. He did not know if he wanted to rip out her throat, or bend her over the bed. But when the woman threw the piece of meat to his feet, the smell was just too strong for him. He growled hungrily, pulling at the restraints hard this time. <br><br>He watched the wicked beauty that was the woman holding him captive as she hissed at him. Blood running down her fangs onto her lips, and even off of them onto her breasts. It was like watching hot chocolate drip down, his rage becoming even more then before. Her words came to him, like a challenge. Again he growled at her, roaring and grunting. <br><br>"I will... Show you everything!"<br><br>The straining sound that came from them before was much louder until the chains on his wrist broke with a loud crack. A few pieces of metal went flying, some of them embedding themselves into the wall, others ricocheting off the floor and other things in the room. He reached up and pulled the restraint off of his neck. He looked at her, then down at the dieing woman at his feet. He reached down and pulled her limp body up to him. He sniffed deeply, it was an aroma that he had never taken in before. It could not even be put into words if he tried. He growled, his body still changing. He was much taller then before, and his body was more built for a war then tilling the fields. His hair hand grown more, reaching farther then it did. Most of his body had started to grow stubbed, and they continued to grow until he had fur all over. His closed ripped and feel, leaving him there in nothing. He sniffed again, with his snout a little longer and seance of smell much stronger. He could smell the piece of meat that he had, the shell of a woman that she had, and her. The most dominating smell in the room was her. It seemed to be a mix of many things, but it was powerful to say the least. He opened his jaw and bent down, feeding on the woman that was just about dead down. He was no many anymore, at least not in his actions. He was feeding like it was his last meal, ripping and chomping.<br><br>He threw the woman aside, her flying and hitting a wall with a loud thud. He looked at her, his jaw covered in blood. His eyes no longer having any of there normal color to him, and not even the hint of yellow that they had before. Now they where just red, a deep blazing crimson. He wanted her now. He bent his back, and looked to the ceiling and howled in victory. He leveled himself down and rushed after her. Some of the chains still on him, but broken away from the wall came chattering behind him as he was down on all fours.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 12:22:23</strong>
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				His words were no empty threat and she could feel her excitement mount as if she were straddling the beast he was. Her clamber for blood and destruction heightened and she found herself willing him to change, wanting to see the vile creature he truly was. The sound of the chains straining as he tore them from the wall was like a symphony to her ears. There was no fear there, no apprehension at all for when he freed himself and she was absolutely certain he would. There was no doubt there whatsoever! Her hands cupped the full beautiful curves of her breasts as her black eyes stared at him, a sneer marring the beautiful deadly face.<br><br>It was a fantastic sight as the man finally broke free and yanked off the restraint about his neck. The limp body at his feet was hoisted up as if it were nothing more than a rag, he changed to his beast before her and Fianna watched enraptured as he devoured the light snack she had tossed for his ferocious appetite. That would not appease him any. Fully transformed he turned to her, his scarlet eyes blazing through her and still she did not fear him. Only desire more profound than any she had ever felt slayed her body, her cold hard marble like body. As he rushed at her, she smiled. Life seeming to enter her dead eyes for the first time in centuries. <br><br>As swift as he, she moved forward. Hands at the ready to grapple him as well. She had no intention of killing the beast however, Fianna had every intention of making him hers. He was huge, coarse fur layering every inch of him and as her hands clasped around his neck, she kept herself to the side of his face and those sharp teeth. Would he rip her apart with his sharp claws? she would only heal where he would break the skin, though it would take longer and more humans would be needed to feed upon. Fianna didn't think her hostess would take kindly to a werewolf being amongst her slaves, not to mind her guest wanting to feed him and herself with her livestock. <br><strong>"Show me" </strong>she taunted him, purposefully pressing her naked body tight against the wolf.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 03:25:51</strong>
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				As she came close to him, he could smell something a little different about her. It was sweet, but also a bit musky at the same time. It made his blood pump faster then before. It overwhelmed him as if it was trying to ensnare him. As they both got closer to one another, he reached out, trying to get a hold of her form. But she was too fast for him. She had a hold of him and she was pressing her body into him taunting him with just of feel of her skin on his body. His body was already giving into the taunts, but his mind resisted. Her words cued up to him, taunting him more yet again. It was like she was daring him to attack her, or mount her. It seemed like both paths would give her great pleasure for some reason. And as she pressed more into him, he thought the same thing.<br><br>His mind was waging war with itself trying to see what path to take. Part of him just wanted to tear the vile creature open and consume her. The other part of him want to force her into a position that a temptress like herself belonged in. On all fours and under him was sound rather good right about now. He growled low as his rage grow high with every second that he was unable to decide on a course of action. His chest rumbled low in anger, and his cock grew more with his arousal. His need to bend her some way to his will won over, and his mind raced with just what to do next.<br><br>"I will show you just how much of a beast I am... you will see."<br><br>He quickly moved to the ground, pinning her under him. He was unsure if this was going to hold such a creature as herself, but he would use his full strength to try and keep her like that. His knees spread out giving him the support her needed. His clawed hands, now several times bigger then before moved to her hips, both helping him to pin her and maybe even more. His finger where crossing slightly behind her back right on the line of her spin. It gave him a wonderful grip on her body. His growl came out, but this one was not of anger, not of rage, but something different. It was like he was already claiming her, or her body as his own. His cock only added to that idea, hard as can be and rubbing along the inside of her leg. His eye looked down at hers, challenging her to stop him if she could, or if she wanted to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 17:58:56</strong>
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				He was magnificent, not just as a man but the beast he had become. She had not seen one in over a hundred years and even then that creature paled in comparison to this one. Everything about him screamed power and strength and she marveled that Donna Ferrera had not felt it, had not recognised that there was something more to this man. She concluded that the woman was pathetic and had not the profound abilities that had been gifted to Fianna by Fionn Cuan. She was an ancient and felt the world about her more strongly. Even now as they tousled, it was not fear of him that rippled through her but awe and arousal. <br><br>The stench of his coat did not hinder her senses for very long, she regaled his particular scent to memory and felt her skin tingle. Felt the excitement fill her as he all but growled at her and could not contain the smirk that graced her beautiful features. Fianna purposefully allowed him the strength to pin her down. Relishing the feel of him on top of her, his colossal claws gripping her tightly almost as if they swallowed her slender waist completely. Her body reacted instantly to his, as if it knew it and longed for it for a milennia. The touch of his hard phallus skimming the skin of her leg intensified her excitement, she could hear his heart, smell his blood pounding ferociously through his veins and knew as much as she was the undead he was very much alive.<br><br>Enemies coming together, anger and desire pulsating to the point where the line became a blur. She met his gaze, her fingers curled tight into the hair on his chest as she lifted her legs, bent on either side of him.<br><strong>"A beast who tries to fuck like a human ..."</strong> she sneered at him, <strong>"turn me over and take me like the beast you are."</strong> <br><br>Her eyes glowed with arousal, burning into him as she taunted him tugging more on the hair in her fingers as she did so. <br><strong>"Show me ... beast ... show me!"</strong> her voice a heady caress that stroked his very bones and laced his cock with anticipation. Fianna knew she could just as easily push him from her but for now the illusion that he was in control would be maintained. She wanted him to take her, her entire being craved it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 02:15:15</strong>
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				Her words struck him hard. She had spoken the truth. He pulled back just slightly, and looked at how they where positioned. It was too human. It almost screamed so. His rage had gotten the better of him and he rushed her. But now it was time to take her, take all of her in every way that he could. He growled at her commands, but his body and being screamed to do it as well. He pulled back as she told him to show her. He grabbed one of her legs and pulled her over to the side. Her body was light, it did not even feel as heavy as it should have been. Her legs bent made for the perfect stand for her body. He pushed the rest of her body in suit of her lower half. He snarled and reached down, a hand grasping her hair, pulling her head to the side and then forced it down to the ground. Her lower body moved to allow her head to reach the floor. He moved his hips to her ass, and his knees spread her legs as far as they could go.<br><br>"And a Beast I am."<br><br>He moved his hips into position, and then with a short pull back, and a huge thrust forward he violently entered her sex and pushed all of his cock deep into her depths. He howled at the pain of her tightness and the triumph of his act of taking her like the creature she was. He snarled as he pulled his cock quickly from her sex and then rammed it back down into her. Her body seemed to jump from the force of his thrusts. His claws drug its grip deeper into her hair, holding her upper body down to the ground as he fucked her. His other claw moved to her hip, biting into her flesh there as he used to to hold her hips there too. His blood was racing through his body, pumping more and more need into every inch of his body. With out making his thrust less powerful, he bent his body over hers. He teeth now scraping down her shoulder blades and coming close to her neck. It was the ultimate form of taking ones being for him. To bite down on a persons most vulnerable place. His breath coming out in gusts of hot wind over her skin. His chest rumbled deep, his need taking even more from him then before. It screamed to make her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 13:14:09</strong>
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				She could easily have prevented him from moving her, easily have pushed him as if he were nothing more than a chess piece upon a board but she found she wanted this. Wanted to have him between her legs, taking her roughly, filling her with every inch of him. As detestable as these beasts usually were, this one was not. He made her ... feel and that was something she had not done for the longest time. The wolf moved her and she accommodated him every inch of the way, putting up no resistance at all. His clawed hands gripped her hair and tugged violently upon it, pushing her face to the ground as if this was her true place. Now she bristled, felt the fight return where she had been allowing him his head. His body positioned itself behind her, and with a few words he plunged into her. <br><br>Tore into her as violently as the beast he was but she was no mortal woman, she was not some simple human plaything that could be wounded and violated. She had demanded this and her body craved it. What paltry excuses had she deigned to take to her bed of late compared to this?<br><br>The tight dry walls of her sex almost tore at him, clawed at him within her. Clenched tightly about him and pulled him in deeper with every thrust he ground into her. Her face lifted from the floor though the grip to her hair held her low, her body jerking slightly from the ferocity of his penetrations.<br><br><strong>"Yes ..."</strong> she hissed at him as she looked back over her shoulder to him, <strong>"that's it ...show me. Do as you are bid ... you are mine. Fill me up completely."</strong><br>His grip tore into her hip, marred the flesh but it barely registered on her countenence. She had not felt this glorious, this powerful in an eternity. Fianna felt him lower himself over her, felt his teeth graze along her skin and a low growl emanated from her. This she would not allow! He would not bite her and make her some vile beast neither vampire or pup. Her eyes flamed with rage and desire as she pushed herself upwards. As heavy as he was and he was of a considerable weight, Fianna's ancient power was stronger. Her body now on all fours with the wolf bent on top of her pounding into her relentlessly as she attempted to shake him off. <br><br><strong>"Bite me and you will die beast. Copulate and no more. Copulate and get off!"</strong> her voice was thick and demanding, it incensed her that she did not want his cock to move from within her but she would not have the creature change her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>24-04-2011, 06:40:56</strong>
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				The felling of her body wrapped around him tightly was almost too much for him to even heard her words. It was flooding his senses unlike the power that was flowing through his veins. But he heard her tell him want to do, demand that he do only what she wished. He did not know what it was about her, but he wanted to take her on. He let his teeth move along her sink, dragging there, but not getting anywhere putting enough pressure there to break the skin. He moving up only made his thrusts come faster then before. His hips rocking hard forward and pulling back with speed to ram his cock deep into her again. He moaned, only it did not come out as a moan, only more of a grunt or a growl, he was unsure.<br><br>His hand on her hip no longer held her there, but pulled her back into him each time he thrust forward, and pulled her away with every inch he backed away. He was getting the full thrusts out of short and powerful bursts of power and speed. His other hand moved out of her hair, pulling a few little strands out of the mess, getting caught in the jagged edges of his claws. His hand moved down to those breasts that taunted his so perfectly before when she walked up to him. His clasped one tightly in his hands, rubbing it around in his palm roughly as her body bounced and jerked from his thrusts.<br><br>"You... want.. it.."<br><br>He breathed onto the back of her neck. He did not know why he said such a thing, but it was what he wanted to say, no, what he wanted to happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 15:13:55</strong>
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				Fianna was no ordinary vampire to be trifled with, her skin was like marble though it appeared like paper thin sheaves to the eye. She looked so delicate and yet so haughty; so fragile and yet possessed the strength to tear the hostess of the mansion limb from limb without hindrance. What the lycan did to her now she permitted to a degree. Her body had known quite a few lovers through out her long life but this was the first dog she had deigned to fuck. Each thrust was matched, the ferocious speed and strength caused her no pain but seemed to satisfy her in a way that no other had before. His words however enraged her and she did not take to insults well. <br><br>His claw about her breast pinched and rubbed it aggressively and with a cruel look to her ebony eyes she took hold of the paw and tugged upon it hard to unbalance him. The move was swift and the suddenness of it was enough to free her from his swollen red tipped cock. Fianna instantly sprung to a crouching position before the beast, her pale body already healing from the scratches and cuts marred by the lycan. <br><strong>"My skin is too good for your teeth"</strong> she hissed at him, noting again the coarse hair, the long snout, the sharp claws and the ferocious body attached, <strong>"change back lycan."</strong><br><br>It was a command testing to see what was stronger, his animal or the human from earlier. Was he nothing more than a feral beast for her to tame? The thought pleased her no end and as she stood up gradually she let her eyes fall to the massive cock the creature sported. This as all of him would be hers to command, he had been strong enough to break the chains but not in his human form. It was all noted, stored away for her to use. There was no way that Fianna had any intention of leaving this place without him, whether he admitted it or not, he was hers and as far as she was concerned, he would be singing it from the rooftops before long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 05:33:40</strong>
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				The grip of her small hand around his seemed light and easy to break if he needed to. But when he lost his balance from her pull, it made him see that he was greatly mistaken. He was reminded again that there was more to her then it seemed. He did not even seen her full movements, nothing but a blur as she moved away from him. He body pulling off and away from him. He growled at the lost of her around his cock, the tightness of her lingering there only to heighten the loss that was there. Her body low to the ground, crouching before him made his see a bit of feral power in her being. He could see the scratches and small cuts on her body heal, as if they where fading away, replaced by new skin. Her body moving from her crouching position, rising up to a standing one. Then the insult hit him like a solid strike. Rage rising to all new levels become of her putting him below her.<br><br>Then came her command. He just stood there, as if he was frozen. Then a low growl started deep inside of his body. It rose up slowly, gaining more ferocity as it did. He crouched down, his tall body lowering down past her eye line. His hands moving down to his side, open wide with his palms and claws facing her. His lips pulled back, teeth bared to her. His eyes glazed over with rage, not backing down. His muscles tighten ready to move if he needed to.<br><br>"I would rather lay bleeding on the ground then even think about giving into such a thing."<br><br>His voice laced with such killer intent that he was sure she was going to pounce on him at any moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 13:31:54</strong>
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				Slowly as if for his infernal benefit she rose from her crouching position, allowing him to see each movement as if she were a normal human. Yet something about the precision of her graceful movements was not quite right, her body moved too fluidly as if a hidden wire were pulling her upwards instead. Her eyes looked upon him with loathing but riddled with a fierce amount of lust as well. If she had a pulse she knew it would be beating frantically for the excitement that thundered through her. His snarled words made her grin, she watched his stance and the bared claws and lifting a hand to her lips she blew him a kiss just as a knock sounded upon the door to her chamber. <br><br>Lucus stood outside hearing everything within, he cursed that he had to go to Donna Adelino Ferrera's bed chamber. Yes she had been a worthy fuck but nothing more, he had no sooner come than he wanted to leave to attend to Fianna. Something about how she had looked upon the slave in the courtyard and something about how she seemed too interested in him, bothered Lucus no end. He knew there was a modicum of jealousy there and as he knocked upon the door once more he wished he could simply break it down and enter, to lay the beast cold and stand before Fianna to have her look upon him like that once again. <br><br>Her head did not turn from the beast once and her voice became a soothing gentle hum as she spoke. It seemed as if she spoke to the wolf for her voice was not raised in any way but Lucus heard it perfectly from the other side.<br><strong>"Be gone, saddle our horses and prepare another. We will not be staying after all, I have myself a worthy prize that I refuse to leave for the Ferrera whip." </strong><br>She waited listening as the quiet footsteps of Lucus reluctantly moved away. <br><br>Again she bared her fangs for the beast to see, she let her hands spread out to either side of her as she stepped closer to him.<br><strong>"You will never be save here, she would kill you the second she discovered what you are. Come with me"</strong> the movement was faster than all those before as she molded herself to his form, her legs wrapping about him as she purposefully impaled herself upon his hard shaft. Her walls tightened upon it instantly, her arms tight about his neck as she systematically began to ride him. Her fingers curled tight into his coarse hair as her mouth whispered in his ear.<br><strong>"You are mine and I ... "</strong> she tugged his head so that his maw was aimed at her very face, he could easily if he so chose rip it from her precious neck, <strong>"am ... yours. Feel it beast, feel me. Own me."</strong><br>The ferocity of her motions on his shaft was incredible, intense and earth shattering and her eyes told him everything, she was cuming, climaxing on him as if she had never climaxed in all her long life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Weapon [ FallenAngelNajdan and Kendra ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>03-01-2012, 04:31:42</strong>
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				When she did not pounce him and rip away vital areas, he was shocked but made sure that it went unnoticed. The way that she did rise from her position gave him new angles to view her from, and the light and shadow danced on her body, heightening the very appeal of it all. But out of everything he saw, it was her eyes that held his focus. There was a fierce lust in them, drawing him into them, pulling him down into there pools. The only thing that made him come to was the knock that sounded on the door. He could not tell who was at the door, but the strong smell of a male mixed with the musky smell of another woman came to his nose. When she talked, he did not know right away that she was talking to the other person. He thought she was telling him to be gone from her room. But the rest of her words told him that it was not he that she was speaking to at all, but the male on the other side of the door. The footsteps that sounded from the hallway on the other side of the door where too light for him to tell the build of the man, something that he found rather odd.<br><br>Then, once the footsteps could not be heard anymore, she bared her fangs at him with her hands stretched down to each side. He focused on her face, watching it for any signs of what was going to come next. He knew that she told the other male to prepare another horse, but he was not sure in what state she was going to be taking him. She could just want his dead corpse, to study it. Or she could want him unconscious for the ride there, something that he did not think he would enjoy. Then her words rolled off her tongue in the skilled way that she seemed to possess. Before he could reply to her offer to come with her, she was already upon him. It was with such skill that she warped herself around him. The sudden rush of pleasure exploding from his cock made his mind a foggy mess. Her movements drove his entire being to a place that it has never been before. His hips starting to thrust on there own, moving into her core with the same force that she was pounding down onto his cock with.<br><br>Her words whispered into his ear, they where the words that spoke to his inner beast, and the male that he was. She was there, offering herself to him, and claiming him as her own. It was not in his nature, the new nature that he now had, to turn down such an offer from a being as beautiful or as powerful as herself. His answer was not in the form of words, but in the grunt and snarl as he felt her walls clash down around his shaft. His body could not even refuse hers, his cock twitching and pumping his hot seed deep inside of her body as his own climax rushed over him. His claws moved over the back of her shoulder. His breath was coming is sharp spasms, the only word that managed to get past his throat was broken into two.<br><br>"Mi..ne.."<br><br>His hand holding her down on his cock as best as he could, his legs weak from his cumming, but still powerful enough to support them both for a long time.<br><br>"I agree to come with you..."
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