The Masquerade (Lady Elena & Kirinis)
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				Title: <strong>The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Elena</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 02:19:37</strong>
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				"Can you attempt to smile?"<br><br>The gruff sound of her father's voice was lost in the crisp air outside the loom of the castle.&nbsp; Torchlight made already ominous architecture scream horror, and she was loathe to want to step one dainty shoe across the threshold.&nbsp; No amount of jovial music or promise of good food and expensive wine could bring her into a spirited mood fit for smiling.&nbsp; She knew what this night was about; and, she'd decided that morning she wanted nothing more than to sabotage her father's best intentions to find a suitable husband to pawn her off on.<br><br>It was the party of the century for the tiny village town nested in the nook of nowhere, a place filled with merchants, miners, and those with money that came from who knew where.&nbsp; When the announcements flew through the taverns and shops, gossip poured through the ears and from the mouths of the most eligible, everyone from the waddling toddlers to the crooked elderly wondering about the mysterious man who was hosting such a gathering.&nbsp; He was a man no one had ever met before, and no one knew a single detail about him.<br><br>The baker thought him to be a man of eighty with graying temples and a thick Irish accent.&nbsp; The eight year old heard it was a child who lived within the walls with his sole nursemaid, the parents having been killed violently.&nbsp; Several young parents thought they heard that it was a gentleman who never aged.&nbsp; The shopkeeper once spoke of a woman visiting the castle and never leaving again.<br><br>The tales were tall, and once the news of the party began to circulate, they became exaggerated and laughable.&nbsp; <br><br>"Elisabetta," her father said sharply, his fingers wrapping around her biceps and drawing her to the side to allow a couple to pass by.&nbsp; She half turned to him, a finely etched eyebrow arching.<br><br>"Father, why are we here?" Her voice was like satin, an alto that whisked the shell of his ear.&nbsp; He frowned down at her.<br><br>"It is expected, my daughter."<br><br>She gestured to the golden, feathered mask she wore.&nbsp; "No one will even know it is us!&nbsp; It is nothing more than a Masquerade!"&nbsp; Even through the mask, her blue eyes pierced him, resolute in her anger that he spent a good deal of money on costumes they couldn't afford.&nbsp; <br><br>Elisabetta was a stunning girl now that womanhood had taken her firmly and shaken away her youth.&nbsp; The hourglass of her body was accented by the corset that lifted her breasts, crimson and cream with sleeves that left her shoulders and throat bare, and belled around her wrists.&nbsp; The folds of the dress were embroidered, loose and soft against legs captured only by the garter beneath.&nbsp; Never before had she felt so naked, even if her identity was unknown.&nbsp; Dark, dark ringlets fell around her face in tumbles from a sole clip holding them back atop her head, but they did not conceal the beauty mark on the left side of her collar bone.&nbsp; Her full lips were the same shade as the dress -- a dark, dark red, though they were not smiling, nor showing any sign of amusement even as her father tugged her toward the guarded entranceway to the castle.&nbsp; Each step made the necklace she'd borrowed for the night -- a series of rubies and diamonds -- glitter.<br><br>"Smile," he commanded when they passed beneath the archway, and as if he'd snapped his fingers -- she did.&nbsp; A dimple showed at the corner of her mouth, and her flawless teeth flashed.&nbsp; It was a pretty smile, but it lacked compassion for the man escorting her.&nbsp; He looked elegant in his ruffles and suit, cane held in his free hand and hat balanced on his forefinger.&nbsp; A handsome man, though she'd wished he'd remarried after the death of her mother when she was two.....<br><br>They both stopped the moment they cleared the entranceway, and their smiles vanished for looks of awe.<br><br>Neither Elisabetta nor her father had ever seen such elegance, or such splendor, in all their lives.&nbsp; They felt horribly small, insignificant.&nbsp; They could only stare.&nbsp; The entire village was there, and then some -- beautiful people, beautiful smiles, beautiful clothes.<br><br>It was only when she realized he'd vacated her arm for a flute of wine in passing that the sensation of nudity return to her, and she moved out of the way of others entering the room.&nbsp; <br><br>Against her will, she found herself smiling; and suddenly, she didn't so much care about sabotaging her father's search for her future husband.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 00:09:07</strong>
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				He stood on the stone balcony overlooking the village.&nbsp; The flickering of firelight could be seen in the many windows, each one a beacon of life that stood out in the night.&nbsp; His larder fully-stocked and this thought pleased him.&nbsp; There were the years where the pickings were slim...&nbsp; Now though?&nbsp; Life was good...<br><br>Charles' eyes opened to the dim light of candles in his chamber.&nbsp; He sat up on his soft bed and looked at the warm orange constellations of candlelight.&nbsp; Thinking of memories past, he set them aside.&nbsp; Tonight was an important night...he had invited the people of the village to his castle for a subtle reminder of his ability to command as well as perhaps sample what the village had to offer.&nbsp; Standing at the ready next to his bed was faithful Daniel with his walking robe.<br><br>"Thank you very much, Daniel."&nbsp; Charles spoke in his velvet tone as he let Daniel help him into his robe.&nbsp; Daniel was the latest servitor from a family of mortals who had been bound to his service centuries ago.&nbsp; In return for providing services that only a human could provide as well as being excellent servants, Charles in return granted them a taste of his vampiric essence.&nbsp; Scarlet and ever more potent than mere human blood, he was aware of the properties of his blood on humans granting them longer life and an invigorated body in all ways as well as being completely addictive.<br><br>As he walked out of his bedchambers, Charles headed towards another chamber to begin preparations for his arrival at the party.&nbsp; His heightened senses could make out the noise of the party starting in earnest in the upper floors.&nbsp; "I trust that the rest of your family are working hard as usual."&nbsp; Charles stared at his pale reflection in the mirror, something he was thankful that the stories had lied about.&nbsp; He quickly checked to make sure that there was no telltale sign of blood on his teeth and he casually stripped off the rest of his clothing leaving him completely nude.<br><br>Charles looked at himself, as always his physique was simply perfection which was true even before his turning.&nbsp; Daniel brought over his clothing for the party and he dressed.&nbsp; He found it funny that he was dressing in clothing he hadn't worn in over a century.&nbsp; It was a stroke of genius to make this a masquerade ball.&nbsp; Charles swiftly dressed himself and stared at his pale reflection clad in an dark royal blue suit with embroidered piping along its sleaves and a ruffled white shirt with a simple cravat.&nbsp; He combed and waxed his hair into the shape he desired but something was missing.&nbsp; A moment later by forcing his body to use a bit of vitae, his pallor disappeared into a false flush of reddish life.&nbsp; Much better...<br><br>Then turning away from the mirror, ever faithful Daniel presented him with a cane to complete his outfit.&nbsp; Bought originally in Europe during one of his trips, Charles loved the cane finding it to be suitably beautiful that he knew he had to have it.&nbsp; Daniel then brought over the final touch to his clothes, his mask.&nbsp; Charles donned it on and tied the strings on make sure it was fixed securely.&nbsp; His black eyes peered back at him through the eyeholes.&nbsp; He gave a quick nod and then left the chamber, his cane clicking with each step as Daniel followed behind him.<br><br>(http://www.southernbellaswaystosave.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/m_6119elvenier_masks_3_s.jpg)<br><br>Through another door and Charles was in the castle proper all decorated for the grand occasion.&nbsp; Charles melted into the crowd of mortals and made his way through the ball.&nbsp; For now he would walk amongst them until he founded a suitable dance partner for later....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Elena</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 02:25:19</strong>
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				The beauty of the Masquerade was a contagion, filling even the most sour of faces with joy.&nbsp; There was an endless supply of wine, brandy, and ambiguous punch served in over-sized bowls, along with a myriad of different foods served on skewers made to look like sabers.&nbsp; The music and the laughter was never-ending, old enemies coming together and setting aside differences for one night of friendly banter and dance.&nbsp; It was completely against her will, but within the hour she found herself quite enjoying the atmosphere -- and the anonymous nature of the masquerade.<br><br>What she failed to understand, however, was how her father intended to find her a groom when they did not know the identity of anyone behind the many, many masked faces.&nbsp; It was easy enough to discern who was male and who was female, but further details were difficult to decide.&nbsp; She could tell if she liked a man's voice, or his gait, or the way he danced.&nbsp; More than one man she walked away from because of the smell of liquor on his breath.&nbsp; <br><br>Several times, without knowing it, she passed by Charles, though they did not speak.&nbsp; She made eye contact and offered him a small, closed-mouth smile that hinted at her dimple; but, each time she ran across him there was someone "speaking" to her, and she was forced to appear interested.&nbsp; Perhaps at some point later she would speak to the masked man, as she had promised her father she would be social and speak to as many men as possible (of course, she'd made this promise with sarcasm, and now was making good on it with good cheer).&nbsp; <br><br>Her glass, a glass she'd kept filled with simple wine (she favored white, but her father insisted red was 'classier' hence she drank red tonight), was near to empty, and Elisa excused herself from the droll man who was prattling about the farmlands and drought as though she could make it rain with the peacock feathers in her mask.&nbsp; Such a feat would be splendid, but she, alas, was not magical.&nbsp; Making a beeline for the wall where the servants waited to serve the drinks, one refilled her glass, and when she turned she was glad to see that the masked man (Charles) was not currently occupied -- and no one was currently demanding her ear.&nbsp; It took conscious effort, but she stayed out of everyone's interest in her approach of the man, unknowing of who he was -- or what.<br><br>How does one say hello at a masquerade?&nbsp; Elisabetta did what she thought would go over well.&nbsp; When he realized she was there, she curtsied.&nbsp; And -- she did it quite well!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 20:07:21</strong>
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				Charles found these masquerade balls to be very amusing.&nbsp; Watching the humans flit about burning their finite candles even more brightly in an attempt to show off their light.&nbsp; Much like the courts of his brethren that he occasionally attended, but he found them a dreadful bore.&nbsp; Politics over who had rights to certain feeding grounds and other territories as well as the occasional spat over something or another.&nbsp; No, humans were so much more interesting and this party would give him a better understanding on which of the sheep would be culled in order to improve the rest of the herd.<br><br>He sipped from his glass of wine.&nbsp; A good vintage crimson that even his numbed palate could enjoy even if it wasn't blood.&nbsp; Of course, Charles was going to have to vomit this all up later.&nbsp; His vampiric physiology was not capable of digesting mortal foods no matter how tasty it might be.&nbsp; But habits from mortal life died hard and Charles liked to indulge his habits no matter how pointless or trivial.&nbsp; Something to keep him preoccupied during his long periods of wakefulness when not wandering about.<br><br>Some of the young maidens out on display seemed quite intriguing and Charles contemplating inviting them to his chambers.&nbsp; It had been a while since he indulged in having brides lounge around on his bed.&nbsp; The fop was right, this was indulgent and petty...but oh so much fun.&nbsp; Charles was about to take a step forward when he noticed the masked lady in the feather mask following him about.&nbsp; At first he had dismissed her as merely another human at the festivities, but her persistence amused him.&nbsp; Let it never be said that Charles refused a meal that was so insistent on delivering itself.<br><br>Charles let her catch up and watched her with amusement before lifting her hand to his lips and giving her a kiss.&nbsp; "Such manners, young Miss.&nbsp; Whoever drilled you in them should be commended."&nbsp; Even behind the mask it was obvious that there was a tone of merriment in his voice.&nbsp; "Do you have a name, my well-mannered lady?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Elena</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 03:55:25</strong>
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				The way he drew her hand into his mouth drew her gaze, and time seemed to slow.&nbsp; She watched time pulse along with the throb of her heart until his mouth left the back of her hand and it fluttered back to her side.&nbsp; When Elisa lifted back to her full height, her eyes were rapt on the man, wishing she could see Charles as he was behind the mark.&nbsp; She was far more interested in him than anyone else at this Masquerade.&nbsp; Her glass felt awkward in her hand, and she could imagine that she could still feel where his lips had touched her hand.<br><br>"Elisabetta, my Lord," she replied, after what felt like an eternity.&nbsp; If he'd wanted a last name, she did not comprehend such wants, and all further sound died on her tongue.&nbsp; It felt as though they were the only two there.<br><br>The music had slowed to a waltz, and she stepped in close automatically, offering her hand in invitation.&nbsp; Others had already begun to dance, and as a server passed she relinquished her half finished glass of wine to leave both hands free.&nbsp; "Would you care to dance?"&nbsp; Of course, her masked companion always had the opportunity to say no, to walk away from her and leave her standing amidst the party alone, but she was caught in the web of his eyes behind the mask.&nbsp; <br><br>The music was intimate, forcing those present to dance close together.&nbsp; Another small step was taken forward, and she blinked at how close she'd gotten to him, and how quickly.&nbsp; Her diminutive chin tipped up and she looked at him quietly, allowing herself to get lost in his gaze all over again.&nbsp; A sea of dark hair fell around her face, half masking her shoulders and trickling along her bosom.<br><br>A small, shy smile curled her pretty mouth.&nbsp; It seemed to say: Please?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 21:45:26</strong>
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				The mortal was smitten, he had seen it often enough to recognize the signs...slightly starry look in her eyes, that shift in her breathing.&nbsp; Charles didn't even push her yet with his considerable talents and she was succumbing already.&nbsp; "Elisabetta?"&nbsp; He deliberately rolled each syllable over his tongue as he spoke as if sampling a new wine.&nbsp; "An enchanting name for an enchanting lady..."&nbsp; Charles' lips remained curled in a smile of amusement and shadowy promise, he liked this girl.&nbsp; Perhaps later when the masquerade was nearing the slow midnight dregs, he would take her to a more secluded area to feed on her.<br><br>To his surprise, Elisabetta shook off her momentary enchantment to ask him to dance with her.&nbsp; Charles quickly regained his footing, not betraying the momentary weakness as he bowed to Elisabetta.&nbsp; "I would indeed, Elisabetta."&nbsp; Charles took her by her hand as he positioned his other hand to clasp her by her waist.&nbsp; Then without a moment lost, he slid them effortlessly into the crowd as if they were another cog clicking into position in the endlessly waltzing mechanism on the floor.<br><br>Charles had waltzed countless times before and this time was no different than any other.&nbsp; He lead her with precise grace through the steps as they slowly revolved while circling the floor.&nbsp; All the meanwhile, his ebon eyes gazed into Elisabetta like the endless night threatening to swallow the light for his attentions were focused solely on her.&nbsp; Pushing against her mind with an sophisticate's touch, Charles dulled her senses slightly so it felt like they were dancing alone on the floor.&nbsp; A slight smile graced his face and he spoke softly to Elisabetta so that only she could hear her.&nbsp; "You dance wonderfully, Elisabetta.&nbsp; Have you taken lessons?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Elena</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 16:22:15</strong>
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				The dance was intoxicating -- or perhaps it was her dance partner.&nbsp; With their bodies close together, it felt as though the rest of the guests had dropped away, and she was falling upwards into his eyes.&nbsp; Her pupils dilated, a visible change seen even with her mask.&nbsp; While she was still shy, almost coy, there was something charming about the girl.&nbsp; Behind her nervousness and uncertainty, there was a quietly blossoming confidence that she was where she was meant to be.<br><br>"When I was little I would stand on my Father's feet and he would dance with me around the room," she told him, a small laugh bubbling from her throat.&nbsp; "Does that count, my mysterious Lord?"<br><br>Elisabetta had an enchanting smile, her mouth full and her teeth straight and white.&nbsp; Her pulse had increased during the dance, but whether from excitement or adrenaline was unclear.&nbsp; She pressed closer to him, perhaps a bit brazenly due to the small amount of wine she'd consumed.&nbsp; Her body was not used to such drinks, after all.&nbsp; She did not notice the others staring at them, particularly her Father -- and he was quite happy with who she was dancing with.&nbsp; His expression was one of pride, joy, and a bit of smugness that it was his own daughter in the arms of the Lord of the house.&nbsp; He returned to his drink after a time, without the girl ever realizing he'd been watching them dance.<br><br>She was unaware of the gentle pushing against her mind, and her succumbing to him was a quick process.&nbsp; Her cheeks darkened, and she stared at him almost dreamily as they swept around the dance floor, nothing else mattering other than the press of his palm against hers and the music in her ears.&nbsp; And his eyes; she didn't want him to ever stop looking at her.<br><br>Ever.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 18:37:37</strong>
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				Elisabetta's was responding to the shaping wonderfully.&nbsp; Charles found that often the first shaping was the hardest one as the mind was resilient to the first adjustments. But a push here...a tweak there and the framework for future adjustments was set in place.&nbsp; He smiled back at Elisabetta as she spoke...for a mortal she was certainly very comely.&nbsp; "That it does, young Miss.&nbsp; Your father should be commended for his foresight in teaching a beauty like you in the ways of dancing."<br><br>As they danced, Charles continued his plotting out his designs on the young maiden.&nbsp; Mmm, there was such wonderful possibilities of installing her in the castle.&nbsp; It had been a while since he had blood chattel in this place.&nbsp; Most of the time Charles preyed on the the people of the village taking blood here and there.&nbsp; But he deserved to spoil himself a bit every now and then with having blood far more easily on hand.&nbsp; Elisabetta had the vitality of the young, so she would last for quite a while until she could no longer provide him with rich red blood.<br><br>All the while, his eyes gazed upon the young maiden and the increased pulse of blood flooding through her body.&nbsp; Charles wanted to take a nip right there, but there was proprietaries to be met and Charles disliked feeding in front of witnesses.&nbsp; Centuries of the night had taught him the means to survive where other less prudent vampires had met their ends.&nbsp; Instead he would dance, this was a night to enjoy himself while slumming with the mortals.&nbsp; When the piece finally came to an end, Charles guided Elisabetta off the floor.<br><br>"My dear, you looked quite flushed.&nbsp; Let me get you a drink."&nbsp; Charles gestured and one of Daniel's siblings...Raymond came over one cue bearing a tray with two fluted glasses of red wine.&nbsp; "Thank you, my boy."&nbsp; He nodded to the servant as he took the glasses from the tray and held one out to Elisabetta.&nbsp; Charles noticed that one of the guests was looking intently...well all of them were watching whom the mysterious lord of manor had chosen.&nbsp; This one though was staring at them intently and Charles could see the resemblance between the man and his companion even with masks covering up the view.&nbsp; "Tell me, have you come here tonight with any other companions or have you come here alone?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Elena</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 16:52:47</strong>
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				It felt as though they were dancing on a cloud, and she only returned to the earth when the music ended and the glass was set in her hand.&nbsp; His question caused her to blink, and she looked over to her father, a man with a very simple mask sipping his own wine, but not standing with a companion.&nbsp; Once she'd chosen a partner to dance with, he'd stopped socializing.<br><br>"My father, my Lord.&nbsp; He wishes to find me a suitable husband.&nbsp; I told him it was unlikely he would find a long-term partner for me when I will never know the identity of the man behind the mask, other than his name," she responded, but with a wink.&nbsp; She was hinting that she'd like to see his face, perhaps know more of him.&nbsp; Maybe the idea of disappearing into a dark corner was far more appealing to her than she would ever admit aloud.&nbsp; She lifted the glass of wine and took a sip, her free hand waving toward the man staring at them in a true "Go away" gesture.&nbsp; The man chuckled, and did as his daughter suggested with a fatherly shake of his head.&nbsp; He returned to socializing.&nbsp; "He cares for me greatly, but worries I will not be taken care of once he passes.&nbsp; I do not know why he worries so.&nbsp; He is still young."<br><br>What she did not know was that her father was ill, and dying.&nbsp; Having her taken care of was important, and on the top of his list.&nbsp; She returned to staring up into his eyes, the glass loitering several inches beneath her mouth.&nbsp; "You have amazing eyes, my Lord.&nbsp; Has anyone ever told you that?&nbsp; They seem to ... go on forever."&nbsp; It was an innocent comment, but as she made it she inadvertantly stepped closer, wanting to be near to him for reasons she did not wholly understand, or know.&nbsp; The others at the Masquerade did not matter any longer to her, nor did she pay them any mind.&nbsp; Tweaking this girl's mind wasn't going to be hard... at all.<br><br>The hour was growing later, the guests growing tired, the music winding down and the food running low.&nbsp; Wine still poured, and the party was not to end, but the number of guests would lessen dramatically.&nbsp; Elisabetta was not going to leave Charles, however, unless he specifically told her to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 23:45:00</strong>
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				Charles looked to Elisabetta’s father.&nbsp; He could sense the air of death and decay around him.&nbsp; Most mortals had that air, but those who were close to death’s door had the most pungent tell.&nbsp; To some of the others that Charles had met before settling here, they swore that the vintage of blood from a dying man was absolutely divine like a rare vintage to be enjoyed.&nbsp; Personally, he found particular favor with blood not as accented with death as they would not leave a strong aftertaste that he disliked.<br><br>“Intriguing…”&nbsp; Charles smiled at Elisabetta’s pluckiness as she continued to speak about her father.&nbsp; So this rose had a cultivator.&nbsp; No matter, he would be just as easily disposed of one way or another.&nbsp; He planned to enjoy the blossom of her youth and Charles was never one to share his prizes.&nbsp; "His concern for you is very touching Elisabetta.&nbsp; You should be honored that he still looking out for you still."&nbsp; His hand held hers and stroked it, savoring the silken texture of her skin.&nbsp; <br><br>Charles kissed her hand again when she made the comment about his eyes.&nbsp; "Charming words of flattery, Elisabetta."&nbsp; He smiled as he gazed upon and seemingly through her soft eyes and into her very mind.&nbsp; She was delightfully quite pliant to his hints that he didn't even need to employ the less subtle tools at his disposal.&nbsp; He drew her along heading away from the open forum of the dance floor and where the banquet of food and tables had been set out.&nbsp; "I find that your eyes equally as enchanting.&nbsp; They remind me of a duck pond on a summer day..."<br><br>As he spoke to her, his attention seemingly undivided from his pretty dance partner, he had made plans.&nbsp; His castle had many rooms where they could be secluded and alone.&nbsp; Charles felt an urge to feed on Elisabetta and he would indulge his needs.&nbsp; Daniel ever-dutiful followed close behind and when Charles paused by the door that would lead them out of the ballroom he paused for a moment. "Just a bit of business before pleasure, my dear."&nbsp; Charles turned to Daniel and whispered to him while flicking his finger in the direction of Elisabetta's father.&nbsp; "See to it that his drinks are extra potent for the rest of the night and when he has fallen into a stupor, have a carriage take him home.&nbsp; Then tomorrow morning have someone send him a missive informing him that I am currently entertaining Elisabetta in this castle."<br><br>Daniel nodded and glided off, buoyed by the effortless grace of a butler.&nbsp; Charles turned back to Elisabetta.&nbsp; "Allow me to show you my library.&nbsp; I have collected quite a few gorgeous paintings over the years."&nbsp; He brought her hand to his lips and he gave her another seemingly chaste kiss.&nbsp; "Accompany me tonight, let me show you enchantments..."<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Elena</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 15:45:10</strong>
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				Her response was quite <em>Beauty and the Beast</em>.&nbsp; "I would love to see your library, my Lord," she said almost the moment he stopped speaking.&nbsp; He'd found a love of hers without trying, and she might just tag along like a loyal puppy if he continued dangling the word 'library' in front of her.&nbsp; She could imagine herself lost amongst the stacks of old volumes for hours upon hours, reading fiction and non-fiction alike, perhaps even to him?&nbsp; Such an idea made her cheeks flush slightly as they walked onward, Elisabetta hardly noticing that there were hardly any in the halls around them.<br><br>Her father was no longer on her mind.&nbsp; What he drank or how he ended up getting home was not her concern.&nbsp; The man could cater to his own needs, whatever they might be.&nbsp; He'd forced her to this party, after all, and... she was quite glad he did.&nbsp; That might not be admitted for some time, however.<br><br>"I think you have already enchanted me, without showing me your Library..." she said with a quiet, resonant smile, her eyes turning up to him briefly before she looked around the hall.&nbsp; It gave him a lovely view of the length of her throat from ear to collarbone, her pulse steady and healthy.&nbsp; She was a vibrant woman in great health, her blood pure and sweet.&nbsp; When she looked back to Charles, her eyes were inquisitive, youthful, and completely infatuated with the man who guided her along.&nbsp; <br><br>Her feet had yet to truly touch the ground, and that was most likely due to his subtle prodding of her mind.&nbsp; She was susceptible, easily molded in the direction he wanted, and the doe-eyed girl who stared back at him was quite entranced.&nbsp; When they were away from the Masquerade, she paused momentarily and reached for her mask, peeling it up and away from her face.<br><br>The woman who stared up at him was breathtaking with her pallor and flushed cheeks, intensely luminous eyes, and ringlets of dark hair around her high cheekbones.&nbsp; She knew it was against the rules, but they were no longer at the party, were they?&nbsp; She blushed further, almost shy now that he could see her entire face.&nbsp; She coyly brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, and stepped closer to him.&nbsp; <br><br>"There, that's ... better."&nbsp; It was far easier to smile now, and she did so without fail.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 17:05:48</strong>
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				Elisabetta was so eager to to please him, that the analogy to being like a loyal puppy wasn't entirely lost on him.&nbsp; Charles supposed it was something about the mind of a mortal that predisposed them to bonding to a stronger force to govern them.&nbsp; Well aside from using his supernatural charms to push the process along.&nbsp; Charles' attentions was focused solely on this mortal doll and he could hear the delicious sound of blood quickening as it rushed through her veins.<br><br>Soon enough though, he would feed on her and Charles was confident that she would be as delicious as she looked.&nbsp; When they paused momentarily in the hallways so that Elisabetta could take off her mask, Charles acted as if this very same routine hadn't repeated itself again and again with Elisabetta's predecessors who sought to impress their beauty upon their mysterious host.&nbsp; "Such beauty you have hidden behind your mask, Elisabetta."&nbsp; Charles smiled as he reached out to hold Elisabetta's hand draw her closer.&nbsp; His mask though would remain in place until they had reached their final destination.<br><br>"I should put you on a pedestal and display you along with the other works of art I have."&nbsp; He murmured as he continued to draw her along the hallway.&nbsp; She gave him no resistance and the call of her blood was hard to resist, but Charles was a patient man.&nbsp; A few minutes more and she would know his tender embrace.&nbsp; The hallways passed by, seeming undifferentiated to Elisabetta who was seeing them for the first time.&nbsp; There was the occasional piece of furniture with a lit candelbra to bring light to the dim shadows.&nbsp; Charles already had the castle wired for electricity, but candlelight was just more appropriate for his seduction of Elisabetta tonight.<br><br>Eventually, they halted in front of a set of tall wooden doors, stained a dark brown and polished to a gleam.&nbsp; "We have arrived, beautiful Elisabetta"&nbsp; Charles smiled at her as he grabbed both handles of the doors and pushed inwards.&nbsp; The doors opened silently of course since they had been oiled daily.&nbsp; A beam of dim candlelight shot forward like a path into the darkness but Elisabetta could not see anything except for a elegant carpet on the floor.&nbsp; Charles gently nudged her to step inside before he followed her in and closed the doors plunging them both into absolute darkness.<br><br>For a moment, it felt as if Elisabetta was floating in a void.&nbsp; The carpet under her feet was thick and plush and she could feel her feet sinking into it slightly.&nbsp; The only sound she could hear was her own heavy breathing when suddenly she felt an firm hand on her shoulder and Charles' familiar voice.&nbsp; "Easy, we don't want to trip and fall."&nbsp; He of course could see perfectly in the pitch-blackness but he loved theatricality to enhance the moment.<br><br>Another hand reached and held Elisabetta by her waist and Charles slowly led her through the dark room as if they were dancing again until they reached their destination, a nice soft couch.&nbsp; In the absence of light, Elisabetta found her other senses sharpening.&nbsp; She could smell fine leather and the must of old paper in the air.&nbsp; There was also the tick-tock of what must have been an enormous grandfather clock.&nbsp; Then as Charles pushed her onto the couch, she could feel the fine weave of the upholstery and the soft springiness of the seating and the cool wood of its frame.<br><br>At first she thought it merely to be illusion but sure enough there was a dim glow of light that grew brighter and brighter.&nbsp; First revealing Charles still wearing his mask standing next to an elegant lamp turning a small brass knob.&nbsp; Then the light grew brighter as the other lamps started to glow and reveal that Elisabetta was sitting in a salon made of warm dark woods done up much in the way of the French Enlightenment.&nbsp; There were bookshelves and pedestals displaying various pieces of art.&nbsp; Charles walked up in the dim light towards Elisabetta.&nbsp; "Welcome to my study, my raven-haired Elisabetta."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Elena</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 16:06:35</strong>
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				There was a charm that surrounded her host that enthralled Elisabetta, and she was succumbing to it in a very mortal way.&nbsp; Every time he spoke to her a new tremble of excitement worked its way down her spine, making her flush from head to toes -- it felt like.&nbsp; She followed him dotingly, without resistance, the hand upon her, no matter where, a glorious addition to his company this evening.&nbsp; At times, it slipped her mind that they were going to a study at all, and she fell into a swarm of fantasies about lust and savage satisfaction -- all about a man she hardly knew!&nbsp; When she realized her mind had taken such a turn, she sternly chastized herself, turned her face up to him again, and smiled.&nbsp; There was a cherub in her smile, but the repression of hungers and desires of a woman who would love nothing more than to be slammed against a wall and taken.<br><br>Of course, there was no way he could know that, right?<br><br>The sudden collapse of darkness around her brought her breath to a halt and her pulse high.&nbsp; Briefly, she reached for him, but his hand wound around her waist again, and Elisa all but curled against her host to allow him to lead her through the room.&nbsp; Darkness frightened her, and each breath she took was a shallow little gasp, a hand upon him groping part of his attire to assure her that she would not fall through the floor, or something else absurd and silly.&nbsp; She closed her eyes, allowing her other senses to overcome her lack of sight.&nbsp; Every smell and every sound seemed to echo to her, allowing her a vision of what was in the room before the dim glow of the lamp.&nbsp; The extra senses calmed her, but more so than that -- he did.&nbsp; <br><br>When she fell to the sofa, her fingers brushed across it with a lover's caress, and she blinked into the light.&nbsp; It took her a moment to adjust, the doe-wide eyes staring at him in wonder for a moment before gazing around the study.&nbsp; It was with stark realization, she realizaed Charles was towering above her, and she felt quite small.<br><br>"It is lovely, my Lord..." she said quietly, but there was a quiet tremor to her words.&nbsp; Was it the prior fear of the dark?&nbsp; Was it his presence above her?&nbsp; Or was it the visions of what she'd wanted him to do to her as they walked down the hallway?&nbsp; Her pupils were large in the dim light, breasts lifted with her posture and dress.&nbsp; The confidence Elisabetta wore had not faded completely, but she seemed more vulnerable than normal, somehow.<br><br>And... all his.&nbsp; There were walls and doors between them and the rest of those who lingered from the party, no one to see or hear or judge.&nbsp; She did not lift from the sofa, but she could not quiet the race of her heart or the pound of blood past her temples.&nbsp; It was not quite nervousness she was feeling, but an excitement she could not quiet.&nbsp; The way he was looking at her stirred something within her she could not name, could not pinpoint.<br><br>Then, she asked the question she did not know she wanted the answer to: "Why did you really bring me here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 00:50:40</strong>
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				Charles could sense the pulse of Elisabetta quicken and soon enough he draw that first taste of her.&nbsp; He smiled at her, confidently walking across the room with a grace that almost made it seem as if he was gliding.&nbsp; Elisabetta was receptive to the cues that he had projected drinking them in as eagerly as a thirsty sailor would at a fresh water oasis.&nbsp; Despite the innocence she exuded, Charles could feel something underneath Elisabetta eager and waiting for someone to show her the way.&nbsp; There was so many possibilities to explore and Charles knew that she would walk those paths willingly.<br><br>He sat down on the couch next to her, a smile enigmatic yet promising delight unthought of blossoming as Elisabetta asked her question.&nbsp; Charles though knew that was less of a question and more of an invitation...one which he had already accepted and would reply back to very shortly.&nbsp; Charles drew her hand up, feeling the youthful softness of her fingers between his own.&nbsp; Then slowly, he lifted her hand to his lips and daintily kissed each of her fingers one at a time.&nbsp; "To bring you home, Elisabetta."<br><br>Charles spoke with roguish confidence and his smile blossomed, revealing dazzling white teeth between his lips.&nbsp; Indeed, the lamb had followed the wolf from the pastures into his lair willingly.&nbsp; Oh, he was a patient predator and he would devour her slowly and best of all Elisabetta would give herself to him willingly piece by piece and be supremely thankful for the privilege.&nbsp; Ah, how he enjoyed the intimacy of cultivating cattle for his own personal stock.<br><br>He sidled up closer to her until there was almost no empty space between them.&nbsp; His ebon eyes gazing at Elisabetta from behind his porcelain mask.&nbsp; Charles raised his other hand to his face and with a quick movement, undid the ribbon tying the mask to his face and with supernatural grace lifted her hand which he had just kissed to his mask.&nbsp; His own fingers guided her hand to press against the mask and feel it as he kept it from falling right off.<br><br>The mask was cool and smooth to Elisabetta's touch.&nbsp; The only change in texture were the raised lines of gilded gold which had been applied to the mask as decorations.&nbsp; The red painted region had a pebbled feel to it, while the black was subtly leathery.&nbsp; As Charles guided her fingers for a closer tactile exploration of his mask, his eyes remained locked onto hers.&nbsp; Elisabetta felt as if Charles could see into her soul and was casually walking about taking in the sights.&nbsp; But surely Charles couldn't actually do that right?<br><br>Then slowly, he drew her hand away and the mask came away from his face carefully balanced on her fingertips.&nbsp; All she could see was the slightest bit of skin peeking between the mask and his dark locks of hair.&nbsp; Then like a moon waxing before her, more and more of his face was revealed.&nbsp; Charles had aristocratic features with strong sharp features.&nbsp; Any trace of baby fat had disappeared from the lord's face long before today.&nbsp; He possessed the look of someone who still had the faintest tinge of youth to him although with none of the inexperience.<br><br>Charles' smile conveyed a sense of merriment as he leaned in closer to Elisabetta and spoke in a husky whisper, "I will show you wonders tonight..."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Elena</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 16:21:47</strong>
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				Each kiss sent a new and excited shiver down her spine and she watched with rapt euphoria as his mouth descended to each digit in turn, kissed, and receded to move on to the next.&nbsp; Her eyes were clear, even if her mind was susceptible as a sheep led to be skinned for its wool.&nbsp; A small smile tugged at her own, full mouth, never hinting at the straight, pearls of her teeth, a bit sharper on the left side than the right.&nbsp; No one had ever been so charismatically manipulative with her before, and she was certain he was being manipulative -- though, that was not a bad thing at all.&nbsp; Rather, Elisabetta quite liked it.&nbsp; She soaked it in, let the cloak of his whim wrap around her and guide her to where he wanted her to go.&nbsp; That was how this game was played, was it not?&nbsp; It... was a game, no?<br><br>"My Lord, this is no--" she began, but the words ended the moment his fingers touched hers.&nbsp; Sooted eyelashes touched the apples of her cheeks, breaking eye contact for only the briefest of moments before she was drawn back to his eyes.<br><br><em>Perhaps this could be my home....</em><br><br>Was that her thought, or his suggestion?&nbsp; She hardly knew any more.&nbsp; She could feel the mask, smooth and cool beneath her fingertips, and she idly explored it.&nbsp; She traced the golden veins giving the piece decoration, her fingers mildly tingling across the rougher red. All the while, her eyes sank into his, and she did not notice the mask had left his face until her hands were again in her lap, and his face was revealed to her.&nbsp; What had he seen in her?&nbsp; Her longing?&nbsp; Her deluded fantasies, her almost perverse desires?&nbsp; Did he see her inexperience, yet her absolute yearning?&nbsp; Did he see anything at all?&nbsp; <br><br>Gingerly, she set the mask aside, and her fingers lifted again, only now they were trembling.&nbsp; She followed the same path as when he'd been wearing the mask, and traced his face from forehead to cheekbone, from the bridge of his nose to his lip, from hairline down the outside of both eyes.&nbsp; It was all done in silence, her mouth opened only slightly, hinting that she might smile at any moment.&nbsp; Finally, she cupped his cheeks and turned his face to her fully.<br><br>"You are accustomed to being the one to always show the wonders, my Lord.&nbsp; Mayhaps one night you will find a woman who will show you wonders in return."<br><br>This was supposed to be his seduction, but he'd awoken her need, her desire, and it was an animal rattling a flimsy cage.&nbsp; When he closed the distance, Elisabetta ended up in his lap, her breasts pressed to his chest, their mouths mere centimeters apart, her sweet breath shallow, her heart racing, her cheeks flushed, and his face still held between her warm palms.&nbsp; How she wanted to kiss him!&nbsp; Ravage him!&nbsp; It was wrong of her to want such things, she knew.&nbsp; Her father would disapprove.&nbsp; <br><br>And she didn't care.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 10:05:50</strong>
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				His lamb was quivering with desire as she sat in his lap hungry for more of his affection.&nbsp; Charles leaned a little closer letting her hot breaths rich in young life beat against him.&nbsp; "Mayhaps, sweet Elisabetta..."&nbsp; He gazed at her, teasing her even further.&nbsp; She was so desperate for a touch that if Charles asked her to strip naked for the privilege she was sure to do so.<br><br>Something to do later after he had her installed in the castle.&nbsp; For now though, Charles would quench her furious desire and also quench his own hunger which was growing as well.&nbsp; He began to push Elisabetta egging on the thought that a kiss from Charles' lips would help quell that burning feeling...perhaps it was love for him.&nbsp; At the same time, he placed a counter-thought of embarrassment that she wanted to take a kiss from him without asking for permission first.&nbsp; It would amusing to see how she would deal with it.<br><br>Charles pulled away so that there was a few more inches between them, but from the look on Elisabetta's face, it might have been miles.&nbsp; He lifted a finger and brought it down to rest on her soft red lips.&nbsp; For a moment he was still, then with graceful majesty, his finger slid across her lip never smudging her lipstick.&nbsp; "Tonight though, it is my night."&nbsp; He spoke laconically, drawing his words as slowly as his finger ran across her lip.&nbsp; "Tell me have you ever enjoyed the touch of a man before?"&nbsp; Charles leaned closer and closer to tease her.&nbsp; "Or perhaps a kiss..."<br><br>He looked into her eyes as he spoke, sifting through the surface thoughts that he had set aflutter like a pack of doves driven from a tree.&nbsp; The silly little girl had very few notions about desires that needed to be quenched and fantasies to be indulged in.&nbsp; It was almost too plebian.&nbsp; However, Charles was a patient master and he would teach Elisabetta all about the desires that she didn't know she had.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Elena</strong> on <strong>30-08-2011, 20:53:06</strong>
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				Every breath turned to fire as they spoke, her desires rising and falling like the tide, at times a rush of want that nearly made her press their mouths together, and then shyness and utter embarrassment that she had already climbed into his lap like a common whore.&nbsp; Her cheeks colored, but she did not look away fully.&nbsp; When he touched her mouth, her very pretty mouth, it sent her heart back into her throat with visions of where else she wished for him to touch her.&nbsp; Such a simple touch made the girl squirm in a way that was delightfully innocent, yet suggestive all the same.&nbsp; The pool of her dress around her felt heavy, weighing her down even as she ventured to be closer to him than she already was, a feat that was certainly not possible.<br><br>"You... have touched me tonight, I suppose," was her almost airy response to the question, followed by a small smirk.&nbsp; She shook her head, dark hair dancing across her shoulders with a stray strand tickling her cheek.&nbsp; "You are asking if I am a maiden, and I assure you I am... pure."&nbsp; <em>Pure.&nbsp; Repressed.&nbsp; Needy.&nbsp; Wanton.&nbsp; Desperate.&nbsp; Delectable.</em><br><br>His slow lean toward her was purest torture for her, and she forced the embarrassment away for brazen action.&nbsp; She wanted to kiss him, and she did.&nbsp; She did not, however, linger.&nbsp; It was a quick press of mouth to mouth before she leaned back, putting distance between them again.&nbsp; It was scant distance, but distance all the same.&nbsp; Her eyes burned in the shadows, unable to hide the conflicted desires that tormented her by the moment of their being together.&nbsp; It was not the kiss she wanted, but she also did not fully give in to the magic of this man.&nbsp; Desire she had, but her strength returned in the gallant smile she offered him.<br><br>"And now you have been kissed."<br><br>Of course, she knew it would not be hard for him to tangle his fingers in her hair and drag their mouths together again.&nbsp; Was she baiting him?&nbsp; Her?&nbsp; Why, yes she was.&nbsp; Mental control was certainly valid, but this girl..... was something special, and she wouldn't merely crumble, no matter how many thoughts he put in her head.&nbsp; It was the glory of the game, after all.<br><br>The game was certainly afoot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 15:28:24</strong>
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				Charles laughed as Elisabetta impudently took a kiss from him.&nbsp; Elisabetta's fires had been stoked to such an height that any more...motivation he could add to her would be lost in the volume of her inferno.&nbsp; Even as she played the innocent, Charles knew that she wanted and that she was playing her games with him.&nbsp; Good, that just made these moments so much more flavorful.&nbsp; Charles liked a rich meal and the memories that would accompany him in the long nights.&nbsp; Sometimes, the cattle were just so thin that his supper became a chore than a privilege.<br><br>"Naughty...pure Elisabetta..."&nbsp; His fingers touched her neck and he could feel the siren pulse of her blood sing to his touch.&nbsp; "You are a wild rose and..."&nbsp; Charles paused for a moment, his fingers trailing down to her collarbone and then across her shoulder feeling her warmth.&nbsp; "...I will have you for my garden."&nbsp; He smiled as he continued to toy with her seeing how far she could stretch before her sense of propriety shattered.<br><br>"First though, allow me my indulgence..."&nbsp; Charles' eyes gleamed, lit by the fires of his own hungers and anticipations for tonight.&nbsp; He drew her close, his hands around her waist to keep Elisabetta from scooting away from him.&nbsp; Charles drew her closer and kissed Elisabetta.&nbsp; At first, it was as light and teasing as her kiss had been.&nbsp; Quickly though, the air changed as Charles pressed forward pushing their lips into closer communion his cool against her heated.&nbsp; He parted her lips, no this would not be a simple chaste kiss.&nbsp; Charles wanted a closer taste of his prize.<br><br>As they kissed, Charles stole a bit of Elisabetta's breath, hot and wet with life.&nbsp; He thrived in the emotions that he had stirred up in Elisabetta so merrily bubbling over the edge.&nbsp; Then after an eternity, Charles sought a more intimate communion.&nbsp; Slowly, he pulled away from him just as unflappably cool and measured as before he started.&nbsp; Charles smiled at her, "I think that one taste will not be enough for me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Elena</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 16:04:53</strong>
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				Visions of the garden filled her head, blossoms at every angle, every inch.&nbsp; Lush beauty surrounding a sparkling fountain, drawing the observer in to see.&nbsp; Each footstep, soles and toes bare, brought her further inward, the sky blue, the clouds drifting, the sun... Oh, the sun...<br><br>His mouth was ice against her sweltering lips, and she sank forward with the quietest of moans.&nbsp; Her eyes slid closed, and she felt the heat rushing further to her cheeks, overwhelming her with desire and need.&nbsp; When he parted her lips, her tongue danced out to greet his own, a twisted tango of lovers who were not yet such.&nbsp; Her fingers unknowingly tightened in the fabric covering his shoulders, gripping him to her even as he kept hands possessively on her hips to keep her where she was.&nbsp; In the depths of the kiss, she lost herself, adrift in a lovely sea of purple, pink, and white flowers that all led back.... to him.<br><br>The kiss did not last forever, even though Elisa wanted it to.&nbsp; By the time he parted from her, she was breathless, using him to keep herself up, the world spinning as though she was drunk.&nbsp; Surely,&nbsp; she was not!&nbsp; She'd barely touched the wine, or did she drink more than she thought?&nbsp; Her breath made her breasts heave, her body refusing to part from his even for a moment to allow herself cooler air.&nbsp; Almost demurely, her eyelashes fanned the high apples of her cheeks, and she leaned into him to press her forehead against his shoulder.<br><br>"No one has ever kissed me like that before," she murmured.&nbsp; It was an honest statement, one that rang with truth and vulnerability.&nbsp; If a mere kiss could make her shake and tremble, imagine what other touches could do!&nbsp; She was mildly frightened, lifting suddenly and pushing away.&nbsp; It was feeble at best, but the struggle was there, chaos in her eyes.<br><br>"I should go.&nbsp; I need to go..."<br><br>Oh, how lovely the female looked when she was conflicted....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 18:44:08</strong>
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				Charles smiled at Elisa's indecision and his hand traveled to rest on her thigh, not exerting any force but just an idle sign of possessiveness.&nbsp; "I insist that you stay, sweet Elisabetta."&nbsp; He whispered as he leaned closer to her.&nbsp; The quickened beat of her blood called to him and he wanted her essence to fill his veins.&nbsp; Charles pressed his lips against her rosy cheek and then he moved downwards.<br><br>He kissed and nuzzled her neck, a move made to excite her as well as tease his own hunger.&nbsp; Playfully he nipped her neck although his fangs did not extend to pierce her skin.&nbsp; After a moment of stoking her flames, Charles pulled back leaving the faintest trace of his saliva on her neck, just as cool as he was against her hot skin.<br><br>"We are alone here in my castle.&nbsp; Tell me of your desires, little lamb."&nbsp; Charles spoke softly, using words to coax Elisabetta out of her shell.&nbsp; He wanted a woman of passion to warm his sanctum as well as help him forget the solitary nights.&nbsp; Elisabetta was a little glowing coal who could be fanned into so much more.&nbsp; "Tell me that you want me..."<br><br>With those words, Charles leaned in to kiss her neck.&nbsp; His hands roamed upwards from her thighs towards her abdomen and heaving breasts.&nbsp; Charles wanted to feel Elisabetta's young form as he fed on her.&nbsp; Gently he applied pressure, the points of his teeth pressed against her neck.&nbsp; Then his fangs began to emerge and the sharp points pressed against her skin.&nbsp; She could feel what felt like twin pinpricks of light pain against her skin and yet his fangs had not breached.&nbsp; Charles liked when his lambs gave their consent to being fed on...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Elena</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 19:28:36</strong>
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				"I want to--"<br><br><em>Go.</em>&nbsp; It was a word that never passed her pretty lips, as he guided her back down to the sofa and once again had his hands upon her.&nbsp; &nbsp;The want of escape was great, but wanting his hand to trail further up her thigh was also ... strong.&nbsp; She whimpered when he nipped along her neck, but his words -- his insistence -- was making her weak yet again.&nbsp; She gladly sank back into his arms, her entire body trembling when his mouth once again nestled along her neck, where her pulse was strong and the warmth of her skin vibrated and called to him.<br><br>"Charles, don't stop..." she said without realizing the words were leaving her lips.&nbsp; It did sound like her, yet not.&nbsp; The girl who spoke was husky, wanting, and almost desperate.&nbsp; She whimpered yet again, her arm wrapping around and into his hair.&nbsp; He did have such nice hair.&nbsp; "Please, don't stop.&nbsp; I want you..."&nbsp; And whatever else he was doing.<br><br>Her fear evaporated and left her only with desire, the world turning into a tunnel that only held him at the end.&nbsp; He seemed to be a messiah of sorts, and the pain only made her edge closer.&nbsp; It hurt, but in a way it did not.&nbsp; Bliss spread through her, her skin begging to give way to the blood pounding beneath its surface.&nbsp; "Please, take me... make me yours..."&nbsp; Again, she did not recognize the girl who begged him to bite her.&nbsp; She did not wholly understand what he was, yet she was asking for him to sink his fangs into her throat and claim her.<br><br>"My Lord..."&nbsp; It was followed by a moan, the supple girl's body arching against him until there was no space between them other than a bit of air.&nbsp; <em>Please?!"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 23:49:17</strong>
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				Charles had gone still as his teeth gently bit into her flesh, never breaking skin though.&nbsp; However, it was clear though that he was far from quiescent as even Elisabetta could sense a caldera of something bubbling under his cool and cold exterior.&nbsp; He had Elisabetta at his mercy and if he was so inclined, tear out her throat and let her bleed to death right there and then.&nbsp; Instead though, he waited patiently for his lamb to acknowledge her submission and then he would take his pleasures...<br><br><em>"Please, take me...make me yours..."</em>&nbsp; Charles growled with happiness as Elisabetta gave him what he wanted to hear.&nbsp; Though outwardly human, his lamb had enough sense to notice the predator lurking under his skin and she wanted nothing more than to fill his needs.&nbsp; With a hand, he cradled Elisabetta's head in his palm, his fingers caressing her cheek and feeling the silky streamers of her hair as he tilted her head to the side to expose more of her creamy neck.&nbsp; "Very well my little lamb..."&nbsp; Charles paused for a moment to croon into Elisabetta's ear.<br><br>Then, his fangs came out full and sharp and Charles would delay no further.&nbsp; He leaned back down and pressed his open mouth against her neck, the keen tips pressing downwards against her flesh covered jugular which twitched against his fangs.&nbsp; Elisabetta could feel the cool slick fangs pressing further and further into her neck. Her skin stretching and stretching downwards in a futile attempt to keep her from knowing his blessing.&nbsp; Elisabetta could feel the pain of his fangs pressing against her nerves, screaming ice-hot.<br><br>Then just as she had surrendered to him, her supple skin surrendered to him and his fangs slid inwards, driving all the way into her jugular vein.&nbsp; The pain grew sharp and sweet and Elisabetta felt an odd sense of deja vu as if she had done this before and that she was returning to a familiar comfort.&nbsp; For a moment, she could feel nothing but his cold fangs in her flesh feeling as if they were leeching the heat out of her.&nbsp; Then there was a splurt of warmth, then another, and then all of a sudden, where Charles had kissed her became blessedly hot and she could feel only sweet pleasure mixed in with pain.<br><br>Having taken the first bite, Charles' fangs withdrew and the first splurt of Elisabetta's wine spilled into his mouth.&nbsp; Charles shuddered as the tang of her vintage danced over his tongue.&nbsp; She was sweet with the vitality of the young and he resisted the urge to start gulping down her vitae lestting it linger in his mouth first.&nbsp; As her blood flowed he began to taste subtle nuances that defined her and Charles felt his own cold body warm with the essence she was feeding him.&nbsp; His tongue lapped at her holes with feather-touches like a snake, encouraging her body to give freely of her blood. <br><br>Charles drank slowly, savoring this first live feeding he had in a while.&nbsp; But the brew she provided was a heady one and he felt himself tremble with arousal although he had not fully animated his body quite yet.&nbsp; His hand not by her neck was no longer feeling Elisabetta was a casual grace but that of a more needful touch of a lover.&nbsp; Getting drunk on Elisabetta's arousal his fingers felt her breasts and their spring as he squeezed and played with them even as they were confined.&nbsp; Then his hand slid down her dress front to directly feel his lamb.&nbsp; His fingers were still cool as they felt her breasts and twiddled with her nipples.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Elena</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 17:08:19</strong>
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				There was something erotically primal in these few moments when their bodies were pressed together, her neck tilted in offering of something she did not yet fully grasp, but was on the brink of epiphany.&nbsp; Each new pressure was enough to make her pitch, but the struggle was futile and short lived.&nbsp; When she felt the fangs pierce, the pain burned and she gasped, but at the first flow of blood, the gasp of agony turned into a heady moan.&nbsp; <br><br>His lamb went limp in his arms, the sensation overwhelming and her entire body giving in to trembles akin to desire, but mixed with something else.&nbsp; <em>Vampire...</em>&nbsp; It was somehow not what she expected, but on some level she knew.&nbsp; Her body was hot, but his fingers were cool.&nbsp; Her blood was sweet, a steady flow into the mouth of the predator, and all she could do was ride the waves of euphoria that came from the feeding.&nbsp; Pain vanished what seemed like ages before, leaving her only with bliss.<br><br>Eyelashes dusted down to her cheekbones, and she cried out again, breasts heaving against him.&nbsp; When his hand slid down into the dress to palm the rounded breast, tease the nipple, his Elisabetta whimpered, and she struggled to merge with him.&nbsp; Her hips rolled along his thigh against her own will, and her eyes fully closed.&nbsp; The Masquerade felt years in the past, and all that mattered was this feeling bursting from her belly and sending spirals of ecstasy between her legs.&nbsp; She wanted more than this feeling.&nbsp; She wanted him, all of him, and right then and there.<br><br>Blindly, her fingers slid up his chest, but not to push him away.&nbsp; They coiled in the fabric of his shirt, clinging until her knuckles turned ghost white.&nbsp; The moans were turning into weaker whimpers, but she didn't want him to stop.&nbsp; He could feed until she was drained, and she'd still want more somehow.&nbsp; It was an insane desire, to continue feeling his tongue on her neck, her blood giving him life.&nbsp; The girl was weak, vulnerable, her grip loosening the more he drank. <br><br>Finally, the hands fell away and she merely lingered in the ecstasy, his lamb indeed.<br><br>At his mercy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 17:44:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The slight pallor Charles had was replaced by a ruddy flush as he fed on Elisabetta.&nbsp; After a dry spell of only drinking enough to last from feeding to feeding, he luxuriated in having surplus.&nbsp; Steadily he suckled on her neck, his lips creating a perfect seal to let not one drop of blood leak out.&nbsp; If anyone were to be watching in on the proceedings, it would appear the lord of the manor was merely engaged in torrid foreplay based on the look of ecstasy on Elisabetta's face.<br><br>However, their communion was much deeper as Charles fed on Elisabetta.&nbsp; Drinking of her and making what was hers into his.&nbsp; Charles purred with pleasure as he lapped more of Elisabetta's blood.&nbsp; As he was filled with her blood he could taste some of the euphoria she was feeling.&nbsp; His bite he knew gave Elisabetta great pleasure as such was a gift it could grant and his bold hand only stirred up more.&nbsp; It mattered not in his mind if society was scandalized by how boldly he moved.&nbsp; He was putting his stamp on his lamb reminding her who she belonged to now.<br><br>As Elisabetta grew limp in his arms, Charles knew that in his own desire to feed that he had drawn too much from sweet Elisabetta.&nbsp; It would take her a week to recover before he could feed on her again.&nbsp; Almost reluctantly, he pulled away revealing his mark on her neck; two red wounds on her pale neck still leaking a bit of red blood.&nbsp; Charles leaned closer and lapped at the blood and at her wounds.&nbsp; After a moment her flesh knitted itself back together, now there were only two reddish bruises.<br><br>Although he had stopped feeding on Elisabetta, his hands were feeding his other needs.&nbsp; Being flushed with blood, Charles felt old urges reemerge and what better way to sate them than to show Elisabetta the other pleasures he could offer her.&nbsp; His hand continued to fondle her breast and it wouldn't take much more to free her heaving bosom from her dress.&nbsp; His other hand moved downwards to stroke her belly and provide something for her to grind herself against.&nbsp; "You are mine now, my little flower."&nbsp; He spoke with iron behind it as he toyed with her nubile body.&nbsp; "In my company you will no know greater pleasures than what anyone else can provide..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Elena</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 18:07:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Lust.</em>&nbsp; By the time he ended the feeding, she was trapped in a labyrinth of lust.&nbsp; Her glazed eyes opened, a mewl of pleasure whispered from her lips, and she eagerly leaned forward to kiss him.&nbsp; Now there was not a single boundary.&nbsp; The copper taste of blood on his mouth did not turn her from deepening the kiss, of seeking his tongue.&nbsp; It seemed with the feeding's end came new strength, or perhaps it was merely adrenaline that poured through her body to keep her awake and aware.<br><br>One hand tore away her dress with a desperation she did not understand, revealing her breasts and the stiffened nipples at each supple hill.&nbsp; They were perky, but not much more than a generous handful.&nbsp; The hand between her thighs was a glorious addition, and she ground down upon it so he might feel the heat growing between her legs.&nbsp; Wet, wanting, and desperate, but the sensual dance was far from whorish.&nbsp; It was an easy, languid shift of her hips in a circle, always finding his hand on the way around.&nbsp; Her back arched in avid display of her breasts, yearning for more, and her head tipped back as if to show him the marks he'd left on her tender throat.<br><br>While she did not speak words, the motions of her body said something quite clearly: <em>I am yours, forever...</em><br><br>She moaned, the room spinning with her lack of blood, but the writhe not ending because of it.&nbsp; It was as if someone else occupied her now, her mind adrift on a glowing sea of pleasure.&nbsp; She never wanted it to end.&nbsp; Perspiration glistened along her exposed skin, making her all but sparkle in the hue of the lamps, and she wanted to remove the rest of her clothing -- but would need help.&nbsp; She wanted him naked as well, and be damned whoever saw.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please... please..." she whispered, as if he should know exactly what her desires were.&nbsp; The groan that followed as her pleasure spiked between her legs was feral, the innocence of the girl turning into something almost animalistic and fierce.&nbsp; She moved her dress' skirt, grabbed his wrist, and brought the hand between her thighs to feel just how wet he'd made her.&nbsp; She was soaked, and with his hand <em>right there</em> she gasped, driving her naked sex down on his palm and fingers.&nbsp; She had no hair there, which was uncommon for the girls she knew, and was so very willing to offer him her everything.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 22:02:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hunger for more inflamed Charles but he could not afford to draw much more blood from her without killing her outright.&nbsp; Instead though, he settled for a lesser but more tactile way of assuaging his hunger.&nbsp; Charles may have been dead for quite some time now, but he still could appreciate a fine woman and Elisabetta presented an sumptuous feast for his eyes and hands.&nbsp; He loved how she held herself showing him what she had with those breasts jutting out of her dress and the spot between her thighs which grew wet with her arousal as she ground against his hand.<br><br>Elisabetta was the very picture of a demure maiden discovering her hungers and Charles loved how she was not shy in wanting them to be fed.&nbsp; Her lips were stained red with her own blood yet Elisabetta did not care, there was lust in her eyes.&nbsp; If he was fully alive, Charles would have taken her right there and then ravished her until she was so sore she couldn't rise from bed for a week.&nbsp; That though could be easily rectified and channeling a bit of her own blood, Charles forced the rest of his body into a blood fueled false life.&nbsp; His ruddy hue turned into a more healthy looking pink although Charles was still on the paler side.<br><br>With his body flush with false life, his cock began to stiffen in his pants.&nbsp; Elisabetta was already a houri tantalizing him to go further and further with her.&nbsp; His fingers brushed against her naked sex feeling her cleft moist with dewy arousal.&nbsp; Charles easily hoisted Elisa up and repositioned her so she was laying across his lap sitting up against the arm of their love seat.&nbsp; He pulled up her dress, hoisting the material until it was bunched around her waist revealing her sex to the open air.<br><br>Charles bit her ear and spoke to her, as his fingers ran across her sex.&nbsp; "How very daring of you to not wear underwear to my Masquerade.&nbsp; But I approve.&nbsp; There should be nothing between a Master and his lamb should there not?"&nbsp; He spoke mildy as his fingers brushed against her sex with equal casualness.&nbsp; Then his fingers slowly penetrated her and started moving steadily to draw out more of her juices and gasps of pleasure. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Elena</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 20:31:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The feel of his hand on her bare cunt was enough to draw a sultry moan was his lamb, the girl arching her back and rocking her hips forward.&nbsp; Her clitoris was peeking, the labia swollen with desire.&nbsp; Her body was still trapped in the dress, and she wanted to tear it from herself, but such thoughts vanished when his fingers disappeared inch by inch into her wanton core.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ohhhh!" she gasped, her undulations mimicking a woman riding a man's cock.&nbsp; Up and down, again and again, she bucked against the hand, the reverie she was in making her inhibitions non-existent.&nbsp; Her neatly organized hair was failing at being orderly, curls fanning against her hot cheeks, catching on the lovely rose of her mouth.&nbsp; She didn't catch that he'd termed himself her 'Master.'&nbsp; It might have bothered her...<br><br>The sofa back was keeping her upright, and her hips continued to dance, her wetness eagerly coating his fingers and the spread of her legs revealing the lewd sight of the digits penetrating her.&nbsp; Each time they entered her, she moaned, eyes half closing with ecstasy.&nbsp; He was indeed her Master, but she had not come to that realization yet.<br><br>There were no words for how Elizabetta felt.&nbsp; The loss of blood made the world fuzzy, made her head spin, and left her with an intense sensory experience unlike anything she'd ever felt before.&nbsp; The moans were growing louder, more desperate.<br><br>"My Lord, Ohh.&nbsp; Please... please..."&nbsp; Before he had the chance to ask her what she was begging for, she informed him in a scream of passion.&nbsp; "<em>Don't stop</em>!"&nbsp; Even in such a short time, she felt climax nearing.&nbsp; The lamb had never, ever felt this before, the faint burn in her belly inching into her wide open sex.<br><br>She wanted it.&nbsp; Worse than she'd ever wanted anything before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 08:41:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Elisabetta boiled steadily to a climax, Charles continued to finger her; stirring her pot.&nbsp; While this was not blood, Charles fed on her energy letting her rut against his steady fingers.&nbsp; He could sense that she was so very close and he wanted to see his lamb climax and share in the experience.&nbsp; "Let yourself go, Elisabetta.&nbsp; Loose your burning passions..."&nbsp; Charles crooned into her ear, his voice ever steady as he deliberately drove her wild.<br><br>His other hand had already nimbly undid his pants and Charles' rod was eager to plumb her depths.&nbsp; First though, he would drive her senses into overload so that she wouldn't notice that her paramour was incapable of climax.&nbsp; If there was one limitation of his blood-fueled false life was that he couldn't even manage a simulation of life giving seed.&nbsp; The smell of her wet sex drove him wild and he had to hold onto his iron patient to not take Elisabetta again right there.&nbsp; "Ride that wave..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Elena</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 16:32:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Orgasm was perhaps the best feeling in the world when the body was lacking blood.&nbsp; It was a heady sensation that rippled into an explosive fire through her loins, up her belly, stiffening her nipples further, and sending shudders and convulsions of her pussy again and again for over a minute.&nbsp; She screamed silently at first, and then the scream tore from her throat with an undulation of her wanton form against his hand.&nbsp; His lamb looked almost feral with the ecstasy on her face, her hair falling freely, her body writhing and riding out the waves of pleasure he was giving to her.<br><br>Nothing else mattered other than that pleasure, and it roared to life with the intensity of an avalanche consuming her.&nbsp; A sole tear trickled down her cheek from the overwhelming sensations, her eyes half closed as she again and again sought more.&nbsp; And more.&nbsp; And more.&nbsp; His voice echoed in her head, and though she knew he was claiming her for himself, she was willingly handing herself over to him.&nbsp; <br><br>Elisa also knew she'd do it again in a heartbeat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 17:11:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good...my little lamb..."&nbsp; Charles enjoyed the screams as they escaped from Elisabetta's lips.&nbsp; There was something raw and primal&nbsp; to it that filled the soul with satisfaction.&nbsp; As a reward, he kissed her again, drinking in the rest of her scream.&nbsp; His fingers caressed Elisa's cheek as he turned her head to look into his.&nbsp; Charles' eyes were gleaming with a predatory satisfaction as he looked into her pleasure-fogged eyes as he spoke in a whisper that she could hear clearly.&nbsp; "You will live with me in my manor and want for nothing..."<br><br>Taking his cum-slicked fingers out of her sex, Charles easily lifted up Elisabetta with one arm off of him as he got off the couch.&nbsp; Then he placed her back down, this time kneeling on the couch facing the backboard.&nbsp; Charles took her hands in his and he pressed them against the top of the backboard.&nbsp; Elisabetta could feel the cool hard wood under her hands, the top of the backboard had been carved into a series of woodland animals gamboling around on a thick tree trunk.&nbsp; "I will provide all things for you, sweet Elisabetta."<br><br>Charles' hands grew more eager and he lifted Elisabetta's skirt so that they bunched around her waist revealing her naked pussy to him.&nbsp; Then he undid the last button and let his pants slide off of his legs and he tugged off his underwear before stepping out of the pooled cloth.&nbsp; His cock already rock-hard and jutting forward, ready to probe Elisabetta.&nbsp; He took another step and the tip of his cock pressed against Elisabetta's opening, a bit of her juices leaking and staining his cock.&nbsp; "In return, you will be my companion."&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Elena</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 17:59:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At this juncture, the girl would have agreed to jump of a multiple story building for him.&nbsp; She agreed with him with a subtle dip of her chin and the final moans of her climax.&nbsp; When he turned her, she briefly feared he was turning her away and was going to leave, but when he manipulated her into a position she knew to not be abandonment, she gratefully sank back into repose and comfort.&nbsp; The world continued to spin a bit, but as her pulse slowed to normal, the world was less fuzzy.<br><br><em>Companion...</em><br><br>"Yes, my Lord, I will be whatever you wish of me," she heard herself say, but it sounded far away, mottled with lust and desire that she'd never felt before.&nbsp; When the head of his cock pressed to her slick folds, threatening penetration -- or was it a promise? -- she moaned again and pushed her hips backwards, the heart of her ass leading the way.&nbsp; An inch of his cock slid within her velvet walls without him doing a thing, and it was perhaps the most glorious inch she'd ever felt.<br><br>Her inner walls shuddered, milking the head of his cock as it pressed past the very outerior of her sex.&nbsp; She wished her dress was simply gone, that she was naked in all her splendor, but that was not to happen.<br><br>"Ohhh, please... please take me... please fill me... please..." she mewled, such a needy lamb willingly offering herself to her Master.&nbsp; The bared cunt was slick, still dripping from her orgasm, and she tipped her head back to let her hair spill across her shoulders.&nbsp; Darker wants were emerging, fantasies she didn't know were her own.&nbsp; Daunting thoughts, scary to her, but wants none-the-less.&nbsp; She moaned again, twisting her hips in lewd invitation.&nbsp; The only thing she wanted now was him.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 21:00:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles was pleased by how responsive Elisabetta was to his actions as well as how durable she was proving to be.&nbsp; A strong woman was one he could feed on more often without having to wait too long between feedings.&nbsp; However, that was not his main concern at the moment as he felt his cock slide into Elisabetta.&nbsp; He could feel the heat and moisture pressing against his head as her walls squeezed him beckoning and inviting him to do more than just take a small sip.<br><br>He leaned over her back, pressing against Elisa as his hands laid over her hands and closed them so that Elisabetta had a tight grip on the backboard.&nbsp; Charles whispered into her ear, "Very well, my sweet needy little thing."&nbsp; &nbsp;It didn't take any mind reading to know that she was her hunger had just been stimulated and that she would do anything to have her appetites fed.&nbsp; His cock plunged forward and into her depths like ship leaving dry dock to first kiss the seas it would swim in.&nbsp; It passed into her cunt with dreadful slowness and Charles closed his eyes to savor her feel.<br><br>Elisa's welcoming sex seemed to be nearly infinite and Charles felt a frisson of ecstasy as his cock plunged into her and his hands tightened over Elisabetta's.&nbsp; With deliberateness he began to slowly thrust his cock in and out of Elisabetta's sex.&nbsp; The pleasure was almost as good as feeding but Charles knew that the real pleasure would be in bending his lamb around his finger through all means necessary.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Elena</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 21:12:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The first time he plunged into her beckoning cunt was enough to send pleasant shudders through her, her back arching fully to thrust her breasts out and the heart of her rear up.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and mewled a moan, hunger infused in the sound.&nbsp; He might gain benefit from feeding off what she was feeling, but she was gaining immense pleasure from each and every thrust.&nbsp; Her walls were made of silk, it seemed, and her entire body shuddered with delight.<br><br>Elisabetta had never felt anything like this before.&nbsp; It was serenity and heaven rolled into one and coated with molten sugar and chocolate sauce.&nbsp; In fact, she'd never been filled with a cock before, but that was not something she had informed him of.&nbsp; If he cared to notice, there was a small amount of blood, but it wasn't from her neck, nor from his fangs.&nbsp; From the expression on her face, however, she felt nothing but bliss.&nbsp; <br><br>His hands covering hers were a small reminder that she was grounded and not floating, and each time he thrust into her waiting body, her hips undulated back against him.&nbsp; The sounds of sex and the aroma of passion lifted into the air as a curtain of wanton pleasure between them, even with his undead body only temporarily flushed with her blood and her life.&nbsp; Her panting moans were becoming louder, but she didn't care who heard.<br><br>Elisabetta wanted the whole castle to know who gave her such pleasure.<br><br>"Yes, yes.... Ohhh, my Lord.... harder, please... <em>harder</em>..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 00:22:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The cloying scent of Elisabetta's blood reached his nostrils as Charles continued to plough her.&nbsp; Charles prided himself on being able to differentiate blood from different sources and Elisabetta's spicy yet iron-sweet blood was indelibly imprinted in his palate.&nbsp; The scent was only an aphrodisiac which drove Charles deeper into his frenzy.&nbsp; He was in no state to clearly think at the moment.<br><br>It had been a long time since he had explored the pleasures of the flesh and now so imbued, Charles was determined to make up for it.&nbsp; A deep growl ululated from his throat, a counter point to Elisabetta's mewled hunger.&nbsp; He reached up from her hands to grab the bodice of her dress and there was a terrific rip as he easily rended the cloth between his hands letting her breasts hang free like ripe fruit.<br><br>Charles' hands began to roughly handle her breasts feeling their warmth and life.&nbsp; All the while, his cock continued its steady assault on Elisabetta's wet and extremely tight cunt.&nbsp; Her squeals and moans only incited him to fuck her with greater passion.&nbsp; "Louder, Elisabetta.&nbsp; Louder!"&nbsp; He growled into her ear, there was no one else in the castle who would be listening except for his servants who knew better than to interrupt.&nbsp; Tonight, he was going to ride his lamb raw.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Elena</strong> on <strong>04-10-2011, 19:12:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The bodice of her dress ripped, revealing the entirety of her breasts.&nbsp; The one he grabbed was warm, the nipple erect and pulsing.&nbsp; The other rocked as violently as her hips did, bouncing in lewd display.&nbsp; She screamed for him, the sound torn free of her throat to reverberate through the room and down the halls.&nbsp; It was primal and needy, desperate and somehow appealing in its absolute lust.&nbsp; Her cunt gripped him, milked him, and remained silky and impossibly wet with his cock spearing into her again and again.<br><br>Perspiration made her glisten and sex made her heady, the girl's eyes glazed from pleasure and need and lack of blood.&nbsp; "<em>Harder!"</em> came her scream, louder than she thought possible, the feminine curves singing his song of pleasure.&nbsp; Elisabetta's body was supple, flushed from exertion, and the sweetness between her thighs inviting him in for a party much more exciting than the one they'd left.<br><br>"Ohhh, my Lord.... <strong>yes...</strong> More, please... more more more.... YES!" she added to the chorus of his hips slamming into hers.&nbsp; There were many scents in the air, swirling around them and adding their own poetic presence to this night, this claiming.&nbsp; She never wanted it to stop, though in time the girl might pass out with him still within her.&nbsp; The darker desires to be <em>taken</em> rather than loved had reared into the public eye, and there was no going back.&nbsp; <br><br>She glanced briefly down to her own breasts, her eyes lifting to his with feral fire.&nbsp; What she said was spoken in a breathless whisper.&nbsp; "Bite me again, my Lord.&nbsp; Bite me there..."&nbsp; Her hand caressed the outside of her untouched tit and lifted it toward him.<br><br>An offer, but was it a safe one?<br><br>She hardly cared.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Masquerade (Lady Elena &amp; Kirinis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>12-10-2011, 03:55:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The air was soaked in the raw hungry energy produced from their frantic coupling and though the door to the chamber was closed still it bled out into the manor and surrounding grounds.&nbsp; His servants conspicuously avoided roaming about the lower parts of the castle, especially when Charles was entertaining guests.&nbsp; Long held convention passed from generation to generation was that Lord Charles preferred privacy when supping and this was no exception.&nbsp; However, the stones could carry echoes and Elisabetta's cries could be heard quite distinctly soaring through the air into the ears of his servants.&nbsp; Most quickened their pace to carry out their duties as if nothing happened but those which had recently had a bit of the Lord's blood infused into them could get a bit more and they were entranced by the wafting odors that faintly scented the air.<br><br>Outside, the more sensitive animals turned about and scurried away, the castle was oozing a dangerous predatory spirit that they wanted no part of and people would report later that a new infestation of rodents seeking shelter plagued the surrounding countryside.&nbsp; The bigger dogs and wolves feeling the atmosphere joined Elisabetta's screams with howls of their own as if acknowledging the superior predator amongst their midst.&nbsp; Predictably, the people in the townships although dull in senses were not entirely stupid and windows and doors were extra secured and they spent the night huddle in bed hoping that the dread in the air would fade away.<br><br>All of this didn't matter at all to Charles, Lord of the manor.&nbsp; He had a eager young lamb to fuck and all that was on his mind was to sate his desire for carnal pleasures.&nbsp; He longed to be able to fill her with his seed, but that was not something he could manage in his state and in his frustration, he took it out on Elisabetta bouncing her on his spear with wilder and wilder abandon.&nbsp; His grip betrayed his unnatural strength and Elisabetta's mortal flesh was beginning to show signs of bruising from Charles' passion.<br><br>They were complete opposites, Elisabetta the embodiment of torrid passionate life dripping with sweat and fluids as she screamed again feeling his rod shoot into her depths, her hair soaked and yet still whipping about.&nbsp; Charles on the other hand though moving furiously was bone dry despite how he was matching Elisabetta's paces, his movements had a mechanical yet angry air to them as he rode his woman, no fluids dripped from him except for what Elisabetta stained on him with her exertions.&nbsp; He resembled an precisely carved statue though painted in vivid flesh tones.<br><br>"Take my cock, little lamb.&nbsp; Feel your shepherd's crook within you."&nbsp; Charles growled, his eyes were focused like that of an hawk as he drank in Elisabetta's frantic dervish dance of passion.&nbsp; He could read Elisabetta's desires to be taken and he would fill them appropriately.&nbsp; When Elisabetta turned slightly to look at him with that burning flame in her eyes, Charles loved that flame.&nbsp; Elisabetta had turned from a meek demure little girl from the dance into something that could sate him in the ways he wanted.<br><br>As she spoke, Charles gripped her about her waist and with a practiced stroke spun her around so she was no longer facing away from him but towards him, his cock was the pivot still firmly imbedded in her pussy as Elisabetta spun around.&nbsp; His hands still supporting her then slid her down until she was impaled on his cock all the way to his base.&nbsp; "If that is what you desire, my lamb."&nbsp; Charles smiled, his teeth gleaming white as he spoke with a roughened brogue from his own arousal.&nbsp; "I accept your offering..."<br><br>He leaned inwards at first tenderly greeting the tit with a kiss on her hardened nipple.&nbsp; Then Charles took her hot flesh within his oddly cool mouth and Elisabetta could feel him suckling on her at first as his tongue moved around rasping her nipple and areola with quick licks.&nbsp; Charles eyes were locked onto Elisabetta's own glazed eyes and he could see that although she wanted to continue to be fucked, blood loss had already taken a strain on her and she would need to rest shortly.&nbsp; But first the bite...&nbsp; <br><br>His teeth closed around her areola like a slow moving guillotine until her flesh began to bend and distort as he bit down slowly but growing with force.&nbsp; The tips of his canines pricked her skin like pins but did not breach Elisabetta's skin yet.&nbsp; Charles began to slowly slide Elisabetta up and down his shaft stirring her to one more final explosive climax.&nbsp; His eyes though were ever gazing into Elisabetta's and the silent words that passed between them was 'Savor this pain, my lamb.'&nbsp; Charles fangs extended again punching into her flesh as he bit down with it enough force for it to hurt, but with venom in his bite set her pleasure centers ablaze.<br>
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