Old Friends, New Troubles (Rel Mayer and That One Guy)
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				Title: <strong>Old Friends, New Troubles (Rel Mayer and That One Guy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>30-05-2015, 20:58:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/3c98daa6281e57d64d95da750330fdcc/tumblr_mvyn15KHYR1sh3y1eo1_500.png)</div>Nicholas grinned at the latest report. He had eyes and ears everywhere now - a century and change will build up the contacts and resources a bit. It seemed there was a hooker with a heart of gold in operation. Beautiful, gave back to her community, a real sweetheart with a killer rack. That reminded him of someone. Someone who went to sleep, or whatever she called it, around the turn of the century. Before all the real fun began. <br><br>Back then, he was but an apprentice. Introduced early to the magical world after killing a vampire that attacked his sister. Of course, he didn’t know it was a vampire, and when it exploded into dust once the broken shovel handle went through its heart was mighty confusing. As were the next several days when he was investigated for his sister's murder. He couldn’t blame them, it’s not like they could believe his story. <br><br>And then the charges were dropped, and 17 year old Nicholas Cooper was introduced to Master Abraham Wilson the Third - an old man with an odd stick. He introduced him to the magical world, and took him on as an apprentice to become a wizard. <br><br>Shortly thereafter he met the first vampire he didn’t want to kill on sight. His urges were just as primal, but more basic. Maven - a beauty incarnate, and as he learned, also a ‘white’ vampire, was a prostitute. Her kind fed off sexual energies and thus it was the perfect job for her. For a vile creature of the night, she was quite fun, and even caring it seemed. She lived and worked within the magical community vs. treating all humanity as a food source. <br><br>They had great times together. <br><br>When she went of to her vampire sleep, he continued on, gaining in powers quickly. When the Great War came, he’d made quite the name for himself in dispatching vampires and other creatures that used the chaos of the war to feast on humans. <br><br>Now, in yet another century, Nicholas was on the Secret Council, one of the more powerful wizards on the planet, and feared by most things that went bump in the night. He set up a spell to scry for this benevolent whore and was rewarded. He’d kept a lock of her hair just for such purposes, and now he knew she was back. <br><br>He couldn’t really blame her for not looking him up. Vampires everywhere, even those supposedly ‘good’ ones, loathed him. He liked it that way, and had killed enough of them to have thoroughly earned his reputation - and yet memories from another time brought a smile to his face. He’d pay her a visit, and secure her cooperation - one way or another. He hoped things could resume their pleasantries...but that wasn’t strictly required. He had his self appointed mission to accomplish, he needed her, and she would help. That was all there was to it. <br><br>Three hours later he stepped out of a portal in the back room of a bar in New York. An old irish pub, declared neutral ground by all, and served a decent pint. the upstairs was also one of the more secret, exclusive and revered brothels in the known, and hidden worlds.&nbsp; It had been sometime since he had been to ‘The Big Apple’ - having moved to the ‘Big D’ to look more like a proper oil baron. he couldn't say he had missed it. He paid the barkeep in silver coins for a pint and inquired about a certain dark haired beauty’s schedule. That should ge her attention. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old Friends, New Troubles (Rel Mayer and That One Guy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>01-06-2015, 02:29:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://evfxonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Alice-Goodwin-16.jpg)</div>Maven would never awaken for no reason and she wouldn't force herself into a long sleep for no reason. When she had requested to be put into this deep sleep, she had been escaping rather than trying to preserve her youth for an extended amount of times. Fondly she remembered her time in Europe during the late 1890s. The wine. The clothing that was considered far more sexualized than her Western apparel. The other vampires of the area were so advanced in their ways of deviance and seemed educated in things that Maven would have never dreamed of. In this time in Europe, she had forgotten all about her friends back in the United States, except for Nicholas. <br><br>He was young at the time, but Maven was timeless. He was a mature young man with a spunk and she could see his future being bright and full of amazing things. The amount of energy he willing possessed and gave to Maven was addicting. The way she would mount him for an entire night, struggling to drain the energy from his body in various and elaborate carnal ways. Maven would never have to feed or kill another as long as the young man was an earshot away and at that moment she entered the life of being a vampire who didn't feed off of blood, but rather the sexual energy from men and women. Except her time would soon come to an end as she was getting to know the French vampires - who had become more savage in their ways of feeding - refusing to adapt to the ways of vampires like Maven.<br><br>Somewhere along the line she had angered one person or another. A comment or a mention of the fact that she didn't feed off of blood anymore, mixed with being presented a perfect virgin feast that they all gathered in awe around. The smell of blood, although alluring, churned inside of Maven's stomach. No longer did she want to plant her fangs inside of a pristine and perfect screaming virgin. At that moment the thought of the endless stamina coming from the young Nicholas entered her mind and she tried to politely make her escape...What she didn't know was that it was extremely disrespectful to do this. They fought to destroy Maven, since she stood for ways that would influence the cult of vampires forming in Europe. She was forced to escape and try to keep her live alive, before the vampires found a way to make her burn in the brightness of the day and eventually destroy the life that she so dearly loved. <br><br>It would eventually lead to Maven having to take that rough vile and force herself into a coffin in an old abandoned church. Asking a priest, who often came to aid of vampires when they were in need, to make sure and wake her a hundred years later. Her mind thought to the young man that she had encountered in the West and for moment she was saddened, because she knew his moral years would never live out her sleep. Still, she kept his memories to warm her coffin as she slept and kept him alive within her mind. <br><br>The desire for lust was high when she awoke and Maven knew that she needed to leave Europe before they found her once again. Everything was so different, but somehow she stumbled on an air ship toward the Western world. Things were far brighter. Electricity was a completely new and intriguing concept to her and she was still trying to handle the fact that things were this new thing called digital and no longer analog. The way people talked was also far different than what she had encountered before. She had gone in long sleeps before, but never this long. The world was shocking to her, so much so that she was in dire need to find something that resembled a bit of the past.<br><br>Which is how she found herself inside of an old Irish pub. The second she walked by she could smell the must of sex coming from the upper floor of the place and a grin came to her dark red painted lips. Her skin was pale and it was just a few hours into the darkness of the night. With a black, leather jacket wrapped around her large tits that felt even bigger with the amount of tight clothing the fashion required to cling to her slender waist and curvy hips. Her body was adapting to wearing pants, rather than the frills of skirts, but she rather liked how nimble her legs felt. She kept her feet clothed by long black boots that her tight black pants tucked into and instantly she made her way into this establishment. Flashing her vampire fangs and eyes and finding herself a room near the brothel. Smelling something familiar that reminded her of the past... but she couldn't quite place what it was. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old Friends, New Troubles (Rel Mayer and That One Guy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>01-06-2015, 16:32:00</strong>
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				She walked in and he grinned. He was in the corner, dark, nursing his beer. He could look out at the pub, and the entrance, but one would have to get close to see him. Nicholas liked it that way. <br><br>He watched the dark haired beauty enter and make arrangements. He watched how she walked, the tight pants of the day showing off her shapely backside and long legs. He’d give this generation credit there...the women knew how to show off their assets. <br><br>He let her drift closer, as if drawn by something - which was true. He was projecting himself a bit, rather than the usual hiding. She’d sense it...smell mostly with the vampires. When she wandered a bit closer, he spoke up from the shadows, leaning forward a bit to expose his face to the light, “You’ve never looked better Maven...at least not with clothes on.” <br><br>He smiled wide and waited on her response to seeing someone she probably thought was long dead. He had aged, certainly, but that process appeared to have halted around the late thirties. He certainly did not look like a man who ignored his 140th birthday last month. <br><br>He also was far, far, from dead. Wizards of his caliber might not live forever...but it was not uncommon to have a run of several hundred years - provided one did not meet a violent end. That was fairly common, especially with the enemies he’d made. Pretty much anything with fangs did not fear for his well being. The feeling was, generally, mutual. Maven was, and might again be an exception. Then again, she might hear about his exploits in Europe and Asia during the various wars and decide he wasn’t one to hang out with any more. He wouldn’t blame her...but he also wouldn’t let that stop him. <br><br>“Have a nice nap?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old Friends, New Troubles (Rel Mayer and That One Guy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>01-06-2015, 17:46:42</strong>
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				Something was different and she could smell him within the air the second she entered. Rekindling moments of her past, but she knew that the familiar musky scent couldn't have belonged to who she suspected. He would have been dead by now and if he was alive - she imagined him with wrinkles and skin dripping down to the floor - not a very attractive sight. Still, the smell gave her a brisk step in her walk. A reason to flip her hair over the side of her shoulder and slowly glance at the patrons of the bar as she began to walk around. Knowing that she would possibly ask to rent a room in the brothel and pass herself off as a prostitute to truly feed off of a lucky man or woman and gain her proper energy. <br><br>Then she heard the voice and it wasn't just any voice.<br><br>It stopped her dead in her tracks. It sent a chill up her spine. Her skin, which was usually soft and void of any imperfection, suddenly has goosebumps raising along her arms and lifting the long strands of wavy black hair on the back of her heard. A smile came to her red painted lips, showing off the bright white fangs as she came to a pause. Moving her hand to her hip and then slowly pivoting on her boot heel to turn and look at an old friend. Someone who, no doubt, had encountered and witnessed many things to be alive in this digital age. "Nicholas..." her voice whispered and snaked into his ear. An obvious up tone in her voice indicating her smile. <br><br>When she finally pivoting on her heel and turned to face him, her hands reached out to touch his shoulder. A smile on her face and a warmness to her deathly touch. Maven would quickly close the distance between them and latch her eyes on to him, but a look of shock came to her eyes. Although she knew she had to have entered the world of mysticism and magic, she had assumed he would look the same. Instead, a middle aged man stood before her, and she cocked her head to the side. The edges of her smile seemed to falter for a moment, "You look... different," she said with a smile. Taking his in iced blue eyes and the wrinkles that came with middle age. But the smell... Maven closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, feeling the same emotions rekindle.<br><br>The smell was the same.<br><br>He asked her a question and Maven only smiled. Her dark painted fingernails curving into the coat of his jacket before she slowly motioned him that she was going to sit down next to him in the darkness. Her hands went to her curvy hips and she flipped out a bit of her jacket before she slid her curvy rump down on the leather booth. Closing the distance between them and brushing her thigh up against his own. Maven skipped formalities and instantly placed her hand on his upper thigh, curling her digits in toward the inner thigh as she continued to speak. "My sleep was... uneventful," she said. "What I find more interesting is how the world has changed within these times," she paused and then blinked her chocolate orbs. <br><br>Maven's fingers gripped on to his inner thigh as they rested them comfortably and firmly, "But you... I did not expect you to be alive." Maven smiled and wondered what his story would be. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old Friends, New Troubles (Rel Mayer and That One Guy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>01-06-2015, 23:04:10</strong>
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				Apparently she’d not gotten the word. She reacted to him as she often had, though taking a moment to process the fact he looked older. It took him some time to master the arts enough to halt visible aging. Less time than most...he’d done it in just 17 years, but it still left him a much older man that she left behind, at least in appearance. <br><br>Older, wiser, and far deadlier. <br><br>“Still kicking,” he said, noticing her hand on his thigh but suppressed the grin. Her touch was always pleasant, but things could go south quickly at this juncture. “Not for the lack of trying by the world...I’m not the most loved fellow around in some circles.” He paused to see if that got a reaction. Her big brown eyes seemed more intent on other matters than his standing within various groups. That did elicit a smile from him. <br><br>He did keep his eye on the crowd however, and there were a few who saw her sit with him in the shadows in such a friendly manner and then got up - presumably to report to their masters. The vampires had thralls and hirelings watching him most the time, just as he did them. Granted, there was only one of him - so they tended to enjoy a higher success rate. <br><br>Trouble would come in short order. <br><br>“Well Maven, as much as I’d love to get re-acquainted in a more intimate fashion...you may need to be brought up to speed on some activities I’ve been up to. You see, those French vampires didn’t stop when you went of to sleep. We had a couple world wars, and a few other nasty events since that the blood suckers decided to use as cover to have a feeding frenzy. I took issue with that, and have spent the last century or so exterminating the unliving fuck out of them. Your kin hate me a lot more than they might ever hate you. Sitting with me might prove to be socially hazardous for you love.” His graveled English accent still showing through. He sure as shit wasn’t about to adopt that fake ass Dallas accent that no one else in Texas possessed. No, he was an Englishman through and through...even now. <br><br>Nicholas leaned in closer, dangerously close to kissing her red lips...dangerously close to fangs she’d not used in some time. He didn’t smell blood. He didn’t have to put her down...at least not yet. “You’ve kept to your ways then? That’s good, concerning me anyway. But that means you’re likely to be near to starving, aren't you love? Haven't had a proper fuck in what, a hundred and twenty years or so?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old Friends, New Troubles (Rel Mayer and That One Guy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>07-06-2015, 01:18:26</strong>
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				Maven listened while he spoke of the fact that life had been rather different for him now and she could feel random neighboring eyes linger on them. She couldn't help but feel the stare in the back of her neck - people seeming unhappy that she was sitting with a friend. Especially the way she rubbed her hand along his pant leg. He was a vampire killer now? She blinked her eyes a few times and used her free hand to flip her hair a bit. The sweet smell of her perfume slowly edging toward his nostrils. "Why would I drink blood when there are far interesting things to regain my energy," she said with a grin. Her two digits sliding around his inner thigh until she was tempted to pull away.<br><br>Then she felt his head leaning in toward her. His smell was always insatiable. The way she could smell him so closely now, feel his warm breath brushing up against her lips and even the warmth of his body. Red painted lips curved into a smile while she blinked her lashes against her igniting orbs. Her eyes fluttered for a moment while she gasped into him. Biting her bottom lip while she cooed and wiggled her ass into her seat. Was he tempting her and was he offering himself to her to finally get the correct amount of energy she needed to truly be at her full power. Currently, she was weak and had nothing special that any mortal would have. So much had changed and she didn't know if Nicholas also had a brand new sense of powers to ignite a bit of the fire inside of her.<br><br>"It has been quite sometime since I've had a cock like yours slamming inside my wet insides... don't you remember the way we screamed with pleasure into the night," she said, her slick and soft tongue sliding out of her lips and slowly licking a warm and wet saliva strand against his lower lip. Pulling away and seconds away from leaning in and killing his lips.<br><br>But then she felt the sensation of someone behind her.<br><br>Looking behind with the smile dropping off of her face into an alarming snarl, she noticed a brutal man. Looking as if he was part of his mid thirties and thick muscles that could crush a dainty neck like Maven's in a matter of seconds. He held a chair over his head and he was moments away from letting it descend on either Maven or Nicholas. She wasn't sure, but she did feel the sensation of danger. As the man swung his arms down and began to land the chair directly in between Maven and Nicholas - Maven interrupted their moment and swung her legs out. Knocking him against his knees and making it so the chair smashed against their table, but the man was still kicking. They were in danger. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old Friends, New Troubles (Rel Mayer and That One Guy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>18-06-2015, 01:57:46</strong>
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				Blast, but he hoped, really hoped he wouldn’t have to kill her. Her sensual manner, so unashamed and alluring was always impressive to him. He never did get the story of how she was turned, but he knew that she was practically made to be a force of desire likely even as a normal human. <br><br>Her kiss, as wonderful as ever, made his heart pound and distracted him for a moment. Thankfully she was a bit more alert. Cursing himself for letting down his guard, he lept up from the booth, onto the table and jumped onto their attacker. This was neutral ground! No one attacked in O’Connell’s or the brothel upstairs! No one - not man, beast or literal devil. Hell even the Fae abided the rules. But this dumb shit about clobbered him with a bloody chair! <br><br>Nicholas looked up, finding the barkeep, and giving a questioning expression. he didn’t want to violate the pact, and so needed permission to really retaliate. the barkeep looks shocked this was going on at all. Fuck but he hoped someone else saw this goon attack first! <br><br>The man was strong and tossed Nicholas off him easily enough. While he could hold his own in a fight, physical confrontations were not his thing. he did martial arts more to keep his mind and body fit, than to use such skills. Jumping up to his feat, he again looked to the barkeep, “Well, can I dust this fucker or not?” <br><br>The attacker came at him again, and Nicholas blocked various blows - but damn the man was strong. thankfully he was, in fact, a man, and not something worse. A thrall then. One with more muscle than brains, but deeply attached to their fanged master. Wonderful. <br><br>“Hey mate, why don’t we take this outside, and I can can just blast your arse to a greasy stain on the pavement?” The moron did not seem inclined to agree - made more clear by the goon drawing a knife. <br><br>He looked over the attacker to Maven and figured she’d have a good shot at the fucker’s head if Nicholas could just keep him busy a second longer. Maybe that was a rational enough response to not get them in a world of shit with literally every magical being ever. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old Friends, New Troubles (Rel Mayer and That One Guy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>22-06-2015, 00:52:49</strong>
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				It had been so long since Maven had seen any sort of action. In the bedroom or out of the bedroom. Slumber would do odd things to this woman and while this was neutral territory - a simple place where she had assumed she could find a bed to sleep in and a man to fill her carnal desires and recharge her energy. But to find Nicholas and then to discover that someone was breaking the rules of neutral territory... it was just the awakening that she wanted! Grinning from ear to ear, her dark red painted lips allowed her wet pink tongue to slide out and lick some of the lipstick off, but Maven only took a step backwards. More curious than anything and watching as the scene unfolded in front of her. Nicholas was older now and he had said he also had more skill. The young appearing old vampire was curious to see what he could do.<br><br>And so she just watched. <br><br>One chair after another came plummeting over his head. Smashing against his back as wood splinters flung every direction. Maven would only raise her hand up to her face once to prevent a piece of flying wood from hitting her pale and pristine face, but she was more worried about someone fashioning a stake out of the legs and implanting it into her chest. Shaking her head, she knew that some things apparently stayed the same. The need to fuck and to fight still was apparent on everyone's mind, and currently Maven was taking no part in either. As she turned her head up to the barkeep, with her arms crossed over her bust, she waited. She had no intention of getting in trouble in the Americas, especially right after waking up. Maven had one thought on her mind: she wanted to fuck and she wouldn't want anything to get into the way of it.<br><br>So she stood there. Her golden eyes snarling at the barkeep, who apparently could turn a blind eye, but she refused to move from her position. People hated vampires and tolerated vampires like Maven who fed off of creamy lust rather than blood and death. So, she stood and waited. Until the barkeep looked like his bald head was fuming and steam was coming out of his eyes. Not only was this seedy patron breaking his furniture, but it could have been brought to the council and shut his place down. If one fight started and an example wasn't made - who would say the rest would stop. So, with angered bloodshot eyes, the barkeep looked away and the corner of Maven's mouth grinned.<br><br>With one quick movement she found her body next to the man fighting Nicholas. Slipping her body behind him until her breasts, covered by the black corset, spilled out and graced his shoulder blades. "Shh..." Maven said as she held his arm, holding another piece of wood about to slam into Nicholas in place, and using her vampire strength to keep the man from lashing out again. "I'm the one you hate, remember?" she said, brushing her cheek up against his stubble and then slowly trailing her hands up his torso and to his neck. "It's alright though..." she said in a comforting manner before her hands gripped tightly around his neck. And then a <em>snap</em> echoed through the bar and the man was motionless in her arms. Eyes rolling into the back of his head while Maven stepped away. Watching his body fall to the ground and shrugging her shoulders.<br><br>"Barkeep! I expect a free night on the house for me," Maven said loudly to the now silent bar, "...And my old friend here." She said motioning to Nicholas with a smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old Friends, New Troubles (Rel Mayer and That One Guy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>24-06-2015, 01:36:42</strong>
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				Nicholas saw Maven step up behind the goon, and...well her voice was damned hypnotic. Not actually magical, but a skilled application she had honed over many years. As such, it was even more devastatingly effective...many people had protections against charm spells. No one had protection against Maven’s natural charms...<br><br>And then the punk’s neck snapped and she discarded him to the floor, announcing that she expected a free night as compensation. He had to chuckle at that. She was letting this place off light. Nicholas...was not. <br><br>He knelt down and took out his knife, slicing a fair amount of hair off the dead goon. He stormed his way to the bar, laying down half of the hair. “Here, now we can both scry for who’s minion this was. I expect the owner of this establishment, the owner mind you, and this piece of shit’s master here, in 48 hours to discuss the repercussions of violating neutral ground, and what the owner plans to do about it!” Demanding to see the owner of such a place would have consequences as well, but he was not willing to let things go lightly. <br><br>With that, he turned again to face Maven, and wiping blood from his lip where the goon must have clocked him. Blood, and vampires needing to feed...not the greatest time to be in a room alone with her. Still, her eyes - still a beautiful gold - told him it was tim to get upstairs. <br><br>He had come to see if she needed to be put down, and barring that, to use her to his own ends. It seemed that they would be more partners, at least at first - in more than one sense. <br><br>He stomped up the stairs and down the hall until they came to the room the barkeep shouted out at them, and he entered, drawing his wand in case this was a trap. It wasn’t. The room was empty, and a quick spell, muttered under his breath, turning his eyes pure white, let him see if any unwanted enchantments lay in wait. <br><br>None did. <br><br>He turned to face Maven, still with solid white eyes, and found no strange enchantments on her - other than a weak aura that he’d come to associate with her. She really needed to feed. <br><br>Blinking, his eyes returned to normal and he placed the wand back in his his inner coat pocket. Locking the door he grinned at her. “So, really excited to see me? I must look so old to you, compared to when we last saw each other. Even being near me provokes an attack on neutral ground. You sure you wish to get tangled up with the wizard I have become?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old Friends, New Troubles (Rel Mayer and That One Guy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>03-12-2015, 06:40:10</strong>
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				An eternity to be driven by lust would have seemed like a dream to some, but it ended up being more of a curse than anything. Feeding off of a man's lust was more of a curse, because what if fortune would have her prefer dripping wet pussy over a raging hard cock? Luckily, the cards had been dealt rather fortunately in her favor and she preferred the embrace of a man over a woman, usually. It was still rare that she could find a man that could satisfy her thirst without having to sacrifice themselves. Usually it involved some sort of magic, but that's when the problems usually happened. Most magical users and wizards were banned from socializing or aiding the help of vampires. They were an impure class of magic. Borrowing the life blood and magic of humans to thrive in power. Not to mention most magical users considered them selfish for their quest for youth in their eternal life.<br><br>When it truth the two sides didn't understand each other. Vampires thought wizards were weak and driven too far by morals and ethnics that changed with a blink of an eye. Maven herself, despite her long sleep, noticed that the boy standing scalping the barkeep that Maven had just killed was far older than he was before. He was a man now. Someone who desired respect, great will, and had an immense amount of power. She could drain him when he was a boy and stay alive, and now... what was he like? Why would he even agree to sit and speak with her once again?<br><br>Things were starting to get interesting, especially as she followed him to the room that the barkeep had brought to them. She followed in after him, resting her hands against the wooden door as she slowly slid herself backward. The door creaking closed behind her while her golden yellow eyes pierced into his icy blues. "I find it interesting that you were so hasty to come up here with me, Nicholas," she said with a softness to her voice. Her fingers slipping down the tight black corset that framed her upper body. It pushed her large breasts spilling from the top. Maven was currently pale, but after a proper session with a man like Nicholas -- she could have been back to her golden tanned skin. "And yes, you do look old to me," she added in as a little salt to pour on the wound. Beginning to step away from the door and trace one heeled feet in front of the other.<br><br>"So tell me, you're aligned with the wizards now, are you? Are they treating you well?" she was within an arm's grasp from him now, but her hands were softly folded behind her back. The ends of her wavy black hair touching her forearms while she continued to walk forward. Then she was just inches away, her soft breasts threatening to smash up against this broad shoulders. Her eyes staring up into his manly features as she rolled her pink tongue across her crimson red lips. "Did they send you here to kill me? Know that I have finished my sleep?" she rolled her tongue across her sharp fangs, a low growl in her throat as she placed her hands on his stomach. Rolling them to his side as her breasts pressed into his chest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old Friends, New Troubles (Rel Mayer and That One Guy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>04-12-2015, 02:54:49</strong>
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				Her little dance (he found that he still thought of her every move as a sort of dance) toward him was enjoyed, even as she proved intelligent by being wary of him. He said nothing as she closed the distance, just meeting her golden gaze with his ice blue eyes until she pressed herself to him and touched him. Just that much was erotic as hell, and easy to give into. But Nicholas was not easily moved by the seductive charms of the various inhabitants of the ‘unseen’ world. He killed succubi fairly regularly (and had one he kept on as an assistant for few years, until she decided to move to Colorado and open a marijuana store). <br><br>But this was Maven, his first inhuman lust and aside from the pale complexion, she looked as good as ever. Finally he gave her a short chuckle. “No, they didn’t send me here. They don’t send me...they tend to worry about where I go, and what trouble I’ll cause all by myself.” His hands went to her hips, and firmly tugged her closer. “If I came to kill you, you’d be dead love. But I did come to check up on you... If you want to fuck an old man, great. If you decided to revert to the old ways of blood - well, that won’t be nearly as pleasant a reunion I’m afraid.” <br><br>He grabbed her wrists, and pushed her to the bed. It was sudden, and so was able to catch the much stronger woman off guard. “You know Maven, you’ve always been my favorite for teeth or tits, and I really hope we can work together. I have plans, and they involve a more...enlightened...vampire. Perhaps such as yourself? If resuming a friendship with one of the most hated men on on several planes of existence sounds fun, maybe now that you’re awake, we can make up for lost time.” <br><br>Nicholas looked down at her, smiling in a somewhat predatory way - despite the fact he was not the apex predator in the room. “I might be old Maven, but as I recall it was not only lust, but the individual's will and power that sustains you. Not to brag...but I could jerk off from across the room and you’d feel better.” With a snap of his fingers he transformed the room from its spartan furnishings to marble and velvet and gold - lavish beyond measure. He never even broke his gaze into those golden eyes. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old Friends, New Troubles (Rel Mayer and That One Guy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>24-12-2015, 23:56:17</strong>
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				"The years have turned you into a trouble maker, Nicholas?" she said with a coy tone in her voice. Her head tilting to the side as her golden eyes looked to the stubble on his chin, the worn coat on his body, and the strong man that she knew him to be underneath. While it may have felt like years since Nicholas had seen Maven, it was the opposite to her. It seemed like only yesterday she was indulging in the youth and vigor lust of him being a young man, but now there were wrinkles on his face. Then the mysterious mystery of what had changed since the last time she saw him. Was he stronger now? And she could sense the magic and tricks that he had up his sleeves, but she didn't dare to ask. "I'm honored you came to check up on me," she whispered. He was nearing so close to her lithe and warm body, the sensation of his beating heart ringing inside of her years, as she turned to look at the protruding vein in his neck. <br><br>A moan came to her chest, as she closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the urging sensation to take him filling her mouth. Saliva tainting her tongue as the sweet sensation filled her mouth, knowing that it was a choice between blood or giving into lust. Maven took a moment to collect herself, before snapping her eyes awake. Looking at his face so close to hers and feeling his own warm breath against her skin. Her plush tits pressed into his chest further when he pulled her closer, and she gasped while he whispered his flirtatious remarks to her ear. Tilting her chin down as a sly smile came to her face, but she never resisted his next movements. He would find that she was maneuverable as a doll, willing and wanting him to push her into any twisted position he wanted. Almost like a predator letting the prey think that they were willing before they pounced. It was a traditional tactic of battle that Maven often liked to carry to the bedroom.<br><br>Her body fell to the bed and her breasts jumps before pooling to the sides of her corset top, held tightly in place as they threatened to escape. Her black hair was sprawled all around her body, framing her golden eyes as she stared up at his face. "Are you going to take me, Nicholas?" she asked with her red lips smirking. The transformation of the room making her toes curl into the heels of her shoes, as she looked around. "Or are you going to spoil me so?" she raised herself from the bed and her hands reached for his trousers. Slowly her nimble digits slid up the bulge of his pants. Feeling the fabric was so warm against his flaccid or hardening cock, and then tucking her fingers in between his legs to feel his balls. "It looks like you've gotten bigger, how is that possible?" she toyed, before her fingers quickly undid his belt. Pulling the leather strap from the buckle, and then using the leather to pull him closer to her body.<br><br>Maven wanted to smell the musky scent of his manhood. Already she felt energized from the anticipation of seeing blood moving to his cock to harden it. Her head tilted downward, and she nuzzled the side of her cheek into his crotch. Then he would hear a sound, unknowing if it was a purr or a happy growl coming from a predator who was about to have her first true feast in quite sometime. But there was nothing like the warmth of a hardening cock against her cheek, even if the fabric did bind his rod down. "Why don't we see how much energy I can get..." she said taking on his offer. Her hands pooled behind her as she slowly began unlacing the straps of her corset. Allowing him time to unzip his pants and pull out his massive member, as she worked her way down the corset that loosened around her large and tanned breasts. "Pleasure yourself in front of me," she then almost demanded her corset loosening as her breasts jumped out of her top. Hardened nipples greeting the cooler air around the room, as they grew pert. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old Friends, New Troubles (Rel Mayer and That One Guy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>03-01-2016, 21:53:32</strong>
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				Playing with fire always had been a weakness of his...it had been back when he was young and just starting. When he first became a vampire’s lover. When he taunted demons, mocked the fae, or stood defiant in the face of what many might consider to be actual deities. Nicholas like the thrill of it. This encounter was no different. Familiar yet apart for eons for him, just yesterday but practically a new lover for her. An interesting gulf, but ties that still bound them to each other...were they enough to make them safe from each other. That question was the fun. <br><br>Her reaction to being tossed on the bed was to mock him back, and reach for his pants. He smiled and let her, shrugging, “Why not both?” He looked down with a grin as she felt up his cock through his trousers. She then undid the buckle, but only used the belt to draw him in, her face against his rapidly growing cock, yet denied her full touch. Even the stoic wizard had to groan in need at that. <br><br>When she released his belt, only to begin on her own wardrobe, she damn near demanded that he do just as he’d mocked a moment ago. He had to laugh at that, but it was something to do for the moment while she loosened her corset. <br><br>Sure enough her overly generous tits burst free, just as he dropped his pants and began sliding his hand up and down his cock. It was time for the test. Once his shaft was fully hard, he leaned over, cupping her face with his free hand. his thumb traced her red lips, and pressed inside to purposefully prick his skin on one of her razor sharp fangs. <br><br>Withdrawing before she could get a taste, Nicholas held up the tiny drop of blood. Standing before her each hand offered something she desired: sex or blood. But also, life, or death. He wanted her, quite noticeably given the throbbing cock in his left hand. But he’d not hesitate in capturing or killing her if she jump for his right hand instead. <br><br>“Which shall it be Maven? Tell me you’re still a good little sex vampire, and not another blood sucker that needs burned.” <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old Friends, New Troubles (Rel Mayer and That One Guy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>21-01-2016, 04:31:39</strong>
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				When his thumb ran across her lips, she couldn't help but open her mouth. Lapping her tongue over his digits and feeling the smooth texture of his nails. His skin tasted salty. "Tell me, are you such a gentleman that you refuse to pleasure yourself. Did I spoil you that much when you were young?" she continued to taunt through her pursed lips. The smirk came, and he found her hidden fangs. It seemed that she thirsted for him, because of her uncontrollable vampire hunger. Although she could control herself more so than some, she still couldn't help but dig her fang into his thumb. Pricking it ever so slightly, enough to allow a droplet of his addicting blood to drip to her tongue.<br><br>Her eyelids flickered with ecstasy. Maven knew that she needed him now more than ever. If she couldn't suck the all of his sexual frustrations out of him right at this moment...then she may have to slip back to her old ways. Nicholas would be forced to be her enemy, and she would be forced to find herself in a whole new series of troubles. This time without his salty cum to provide her relief. <br><br>Maven's hands went to the collar of his unbuttoned shirt. Her immortal strength showing off as she tore through the fabric. Her fingernails dragging along his washboard abs, while her breasts swayed and jiggled with every movement. Her legs spread, and wrapped around the back of his thighs. Pushing his cock further in-between her thighs, as she cooed her lustful moans into his ear. "I'd rather have your cock over the blood of a virgin any day of my immortal life," she said, her lips brushing up against the line of his neck. Her hand sneaking back in-between her thighs, as she pulled up her skirt. Snapping her block thong against her thigh with a smirk on her face. <br><br>"For now...let me reacquaint myself with your body. See what has changed, and if your skill has improved since last time you bedded me," she raised her chin, slipping her soft kisses along his cheek until she reached the corner of his lips. Pulling his head away from her, while also releasing the grip her thighs had on his torso. "Tell me, Nicholas, have you bedded anyone quite like me--since we last met?" her golden eyes flickered, almost as if it was a test question. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old Friends, New Troubles (Rel Mayer and That One Guy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>05-02-2016, 01:57:08</strong>
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				He stood still as she pulled him in, her mouth near his neck. She promised she was the same...quite the compliment actually. But still, her teeth so close to his jugular...playing with fire...<br><br>But she backed off and mocked him in another way, and Nicholas actually laughed. “Maven, I think you damned well know that no one has bed anyone like you since you decided to take such a long nap.” His smile was genuine, the comfortable banter between friends. She had passed his test, and now...well the room faded from danger to a good nostalgic feeling. <br><br>Of course, he still had to pass her test, he was certain. “There were other vampires, who followed your example. Very few left. Most either fail to keep to their new diet, or get murdered by their blood sucking kin. Maybe they need a leader...you busy? Might put in an application. ‘Succubi Vampires Club’ - the kids these days would love it.” <br><br>He grabbed her leg and drug her close to the edge of the bed as he stood there. “not embarrassed your first fuck out of your coffin is some old man?” he teased; then pulled her legs up into air, an ankle in each hand. He watched her massive breasts bounce toward her pretty, still very youthful face and back. Hoisting her up off the bed a bit, Nicholas lined his aching shaft up and plunged into his long lost undead lover with a satisfied smirk. <br><br>But playing around didn’t last long - they had both teased and taunted enough. He got to work passing her test, fucking the dark haired beauty as hard as he could...which was not what one might expect from a man who looked to be in his hard worn mid forties, and was actually a good deal older. <br>
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