Forbidden Lust [Dor x Gladiator0161]
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				Title: <strong>Forbidden Lust [Dor x Gladiator0161]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dor</strong> on <strong>13-12-2011, 04:34:56</strong>
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				The crowd, cramped in the balconies of the arena, roared and cheered at the fighters. As they traded money and putting bets, they watched the humans covered in sweat, blood and dirt, fighting each other to survive. The place was dark, with few red lights illuminating the walls and one huge burning spotlight settling down straight at the rattling metal cage. No human eyes could see the vampire's faces past the blinding light, only their challenger. The room was filled with the heavy aroma of human blood and odor, fueling the vampires' animalistic senses and urges as they continuously cheered and yelled for victory and possible sweet sweet treats from the loser's body. Horrible. The way they treated the humans… Their hunting and killing on those mere weak creatures wasn't enough, they wanted to watch them killing off each other like animals.<br><br>As much as she wanted to look away, her eyes were stuck at the sight of her father's human, those strong wounded arms fighting their way out of the match as they planted damaging blows on the other human. His scent was incredibly distinctive, smelling such power, such fire in him, her own blood was starting to react. Her breaths were heavy, controlled, her mouth slightly open to give room to her extended white fangs aching to dig into some flesh. Luminous red eyes gave off her blood lust, just like any other vampire in the room. However, unlike the others, she was quiet, keeping her hungry beast inside her at bay as she watched the match finally finishing. If it wasn't for the peculiar human her father had brought in a few days ago, she wouldn't have dared setting foot in the arena. It was her father's scene, not hers. She preferred listening to the night breeze under the moonlight rather having her ears filled with aching noises. She hated how this arena made her inner demon crawling its way out and arouse the female vampire with every blood splatter she sees. <br><br>"Dona, it's time to go."<br><br>Her eyes blinked back to their normal grey hue as she lifted her gaze up to her father, not realizing her nails were digging into his hand and blood was tickling down her fingers. "Oh, I'm sorry, Father." she mumbled as she lifted the stained hand up at eye level, while her attention quickly shifted back at the human as he was taken back inside an other room. She heard her father sigh heavily as he wiped the his blood with a black handkerchief, "My dear, why do you keep resisting yourself? It's not healthy for a young vampire like you to hold back certain urges. Tsk tsk, look at you. All pale…" a smooth long finger ran down Donatella's white pinkish cheek then up to run a few fingers through her jet black hair. "You need to feed, Dona. Human blood, not animal. Do you want me to go and save you a drink from that losing human? I heard he's quite the meal."<br><br>Dona just shook her head and licked clean her hand from her father's blood. She was in fact feeling slightly hungry and the vampire blood wasn't as nutritious as the warm fresh human blood. Not even animal blood was that satisfying. But she didn't like to kill, nor hunting down humans. "I'll go feeding later tonight, don't worry about me, Father." Maybe she'll take some blood from their servants, again. Or brake in the hospital and get some human blood from there. She had to do it quick before she loses her control though. Blinking back to reality, she saw her father talking to someone before hearing an other sigh from him. "The human is unconscious."<br><br>--<br><br>It took her a bit of effort to convince her father in letting her tending the man's wounds and let him rest in one of their guest rooms instead keeping him locked in the basement. He insisted for her not to be alone in the room with him, accompanied by one his strongest loyal servant and that the human had to be restrained to the bed. She knew her father was not proud of her for wanting to help the human so much, especially when he had to hold his status as one of the most powerful pureblooded vampire. Interacting and aiding humans weren't exactly&nbsp; boosts in his statutes. Capturing a slayer and winning those fights, were.&nbsp; <br><br>Removing the unnecessary clothing, leaving only the simple black gown she wore at the arena, she walked inside the room with the human strapped to the bed, his clothes thorn and soaked in blood. She stood still for a moment as her eyes took in the sight of him, nostrils flaring as she breathed in his manly aroma, her blood already starting to boil inside her, the hunger growing. Maybe taking care of him while still covered in blood wasn't such a good idea. Taking in a deep breath and holding it, she placed the bowl of warm water on the bedside table and started to remove his dirty clothes and gingerly cleaning his skin with a smooth sponge.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Lust [Dor x Gladiator0161]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 01:18:39</strong>
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				Jason Sharp was a man of few talents. Fighting just happened to be one of them. He'd been fighting most of his life, since he was in elementary school in fact. Bullies in school, play fighting friends, taking bets on fights, after so much time it all just blurred together. After his parents died at the hand of Vampires though, everything changed. He found out shortly later that his parents had been part of a group that had been hunting the Vampires down, a group called "Slayers". At first he'd thought- <em>yeah right, sure, Vampires? Werewolves? and a group that hunts them called Slayers? What's next? The Hulk? Spiderman?</em>- thoughts that anyone would've thought, that was until he saw everything for himself one night. It had been totally by accident too. He'd been on his way back home after his shift at the local hospital, where he worked as a nurse, he'd decided to take a short cut and found himself in the middle of a fight between what he thought at the time, was just some guys that were working their issues out. That was until one of them pulled out some kind of gun and shot his opponent dead. He'd tried to run, call the police, he even fought at the men pursuing him but, he'd been overwhelmed and taken by surprise. Next thing he knew, he was waking up in some cabin in the country side with his best friend staring him in the face all decked out in SWAT looking gear. His name had been Tim Jones. <br><br>Like anyone, he freaked out, demanding to know what the hell was going on. After he'd calmed down, Tim had explained everything. Had even shown him the body of the Vampire they'd killed. Adam was already a good fighter, one of the best his coaches always said when he was in school. So, it only made sense for him to join these Slayer guys, and get some payback for the loss of his parents. At-least, that's what he'd thought at the time. Now, here he was two years later, captured by Vampires and forced to fight for his life against other humans. Jason never killed other humans in their arena though, he didn't want the blood on his hands. The only ones he'd kill, given the chance, were Vampires. They kicked him, spit on him, hit him and tortured him until he lost consciousness whenever he spared his opponents but, it was worth it to give his fellow man a chance at escape. The man he fought tonight outweighed him in muscle by at least thirty pounds, like himself, his opponent was forced to fight in the Vampire's gladiatorial arenas. <br><br>The punches the man landed were heavy and powerful but, Jason was faster and more flexible. He used everything at his disposal, even resorting to a couple moves he'd seen one time on WWE Wrestling on TV. It was an exhausting fight, and both opponents had bloodied each other enough to send the crowds into drooling frenzies. Adam's opponent sensing that he was at the end of his rope, got clumsy, and bull rushed Jason. Big mistake. The arena they were in was circular in shape, with stone flooring and iron bars that cut the fighters off from the hungry crowds. A simple side step after grabbing his opponents flailing arm allowed Jason to slam his opponents head into the iron bars behind him with a resounding <em><strong>Kla-wonng!</strong></em> sound. He'd have a concussion and a few broken ribs after he regained consciousness but, he'd live. If he woke before the Vampires got to him that is. The blood lust in the air was heavy and thick. A bell rang three times and a Vampire stepped inside the arena, cuffs at the ready. Jason's fierce eyes reflected a desire to wipe that smirk right off the jailers face. The jailer only looked back at him with an amused expression and a smile on his face. Clenching his fists, he brought his arms up to the level of his muscled chest, and allowed himself to be cuffed and led out of the arena. A few minutes later they reached the basement and threw him inside, literally.<br><br>Jason just laughed. He enjoyed ticking his captors off. They wanted him to kill, so he didn't. They wanted him to bow before them, he stood. They wanted him to call them "Master", he remained silent. In truth, he <em>wanted</em> them to kill him. They wouldn't though, he was too valuable in their eyes. Yet another form of torture. He woke ten minutes later with a kick to his ribs that forced all the air out of his lungs, and was dragged out of the basement and into another room. The room, like all the others he'd seen was made of concrete walls, a cot-like bed with leather straps, and cuffs attached to it, and little else. "What's this? A four star room just for me?" he'd said jokingly as they entered "you really shouldn't have." He received a punishing smack across the face that sent his vision spinning for his efforts. <br><br>They lifted him easily and forcefully strapped him into the restraints on the bed, he resisted of course, as much as one could resist the cold iron grip of Vampires anyway. A few moments later, a female Vampire came in dressed in black, like most of the others, carrying a bowl and wash cloth. She stared at him for a few minutes, her nostrils flaring as she took in his distinctive odor that was soaked in blood and sweat. He likewise studied her, his blue almost feral eyes taking in everything about her, while his long brown matted hair cushioned his throbbing head. She was pretty for sure, tall, with long legs, a shapely though, athletic body and long hair that cascaded gently down her shoulders like a waterfall. By the looks of her, how she was dressed, and how she carried herself, she was probably someone of importance. He wasn't sure what it was exactly but, something about her said "noble lineage." He snorted and looked back at the ceiling, unimpressed.<br><br>As she came closer, he glanced at her again for a split second, and spotted the bodyguard that took up position on the far side of the room, giving her room to work. He briefly wondered what it was she wanted. Vampires never did any kind of kindness to humans without an ulterior motive, at least, not in his experience. She began removing his torn and bloody clothes and set them aside. When her hands went for his pants, he instinctively jerked in response and scowled but, she took them off anyway. A moment later, to his surprise, she began cleaning his wounds with a sponge after taking a deep breath. He looked into her face, and his own face softened a hair as he saw only compassion there. <br><br>He looked back at the ceiling after he was done searching her face for any signs of duplicity "what is this?" he asked simply, his voice a low growl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Lust [Dor x Gladiator0161]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dor</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 14:09:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;Her fingers gingerly moved the wet sponge along the man's body, careful not to touch the skin with her fingers. It wasn't that she was disgusted by the dirt, as some people would think due to her status as a nobility - her character was far more humble, but the only reason she didn't want to touch the human's skin fear of feeling such heat and the blood pumping in the veins under that skin would make her loose control of her lust. She was already struggling with the scent, having her lips slightly parted as she breathed through her mouth. The powerful aroma of the man was interestingly powerful and strong despite the fragile state he was with those wounds. It was that power that caught Donatella's attention, his stubbornness of keeping his human opponents alive, the rebellion against her own father. She had to interact with him in one way or an other.<br><br>She managed to clean most of his torso before shifting her grey eyes up to meet his. "This is me taking care of you until you are healed completely." she said softly and resumed her cleaning, now trailing down his big arms while her hands ached to feel the lines of his mucles, dipping her nails enough to draw blood...Her restrain was harder than she thought. She shouldn't have entered this room without even taking a glass of wine blood. That's it, wine blood could help her ease her hunger. Standing up straight, Dona walked over to the figure hidden in the dark corner and ordered him in a whisper to bring her some vino. There was a slight hesitation in his part, not wanting for her to be alone in the room with the human fighter but he couldn't say no to a direct order and marched out of the room in a few second.&nbsp; <br><br>"Forgive my rudeness, sir." She then apologized out loud as she walked back to the bed to sit on the edge and took the sponge back in her hand. "I am Donie, personal servant of my little mistress Ms.Verardi." she lied, figuring is she pretended to be a vampire servant would be much easier for him to talk to her than letting him know she was the daughter of his master who put him in this state. "My mistress wishes for me to take care of you for these few days. So you better be a good boy and don't cause me any trouble with the masters." that last part was of course true, Dona was already risking by being alone with this human and pretend she was a servant. If her father knew about this he would kill her, no, worse than that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Lust [Dor x Gladiator0161]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>18-12-2011, 04:10:53</strong>
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				<br><em>"This is me taking care of you until you are healed completely"</em> she had simply in reply to his question, he'd simply rolled his eyes and muttered "whatever". Every inch of his body hurt from the beating he'd taken from his opponent in the ring but, that didn't mean that he'd let his guard down. He had to admit though, that her touch was disarmingly relaxing, she surprisingly gentle as she washed him, trailing a sponge across his chest and arms. Even the barest touch though, however gentle, caused him to cringe because of his battered and quickly bruising body. A moment later she got up and went to the guard and whispered something to him. He hesitated but, only for a moment before leaving. She politely apologized for leaving his side and began her work again, introducing herself in the process but, warning him to not make trouble for her. He snorted "don't make any trouble for you huh? Yeah, that's rich. And don't tell me you're a servant, you don't carry yourself like one. Us filthy Humans aren't as stupid as your kind might think."<br><br>He let that thought hang in the air for a moment and remained silent, just letting her do her job. After a few minutes though he asked "tell me something though, why after all this time, after putting up with my defiance, would <em>your</em> Masters order you to clean me up all of a sudden? Why not just torture me until I fall unconscious as usual?" Adam looked into her gray eyes, her black hair falling around her shoulders as she continued to clean the blood and sweat from his skin. He admitted to himself that she was pretty, for a Vampire at least but, he'd never say such a thing to her openly. He shivered a little bit due to the dampness in the air, whether it was from being underground, or whether it was from the fact that he was naked and damp with sweat, he couldn't tell. Of-course, he really didn't care either, because it gave him something else to focus on besides the pain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Lust [Dor x Gladiator0161]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dor</strong> on <strong>18-12-2011, 21:12:51</strong>
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				Dona was very careful with her touch, going more gentle with his skin when she saw him wince, however it seemed the pain still bothered him. She felt a certain urge to cut her wrist and feed him her blood. Even though it wouldn't heal him in an instant, the blood would help him ease the pain, the vampire blood acting as incredible pain killer to the humans, not to mention the arousing good feeling that comes with it. However, if she fed him now in his weak state he could end up addicted and dependent on her blood and she had no desire to enslave the human in that way. She blinked at him, confused more with the fact of why he thought she wasn't a servant. No noble vampires would be so willingly to treat a human slave, well, except her. "I come from a family that serves only the Verardi family when in need. I am not sure if you can understand about our ways of class but think of me as a humble friend that is doing a favor for the Mistress." she quickly explained as she thought about the Conti's family that had been loyal to them for centuries. Yes, she could act as one of the Conti. <br><br>She had just finished with the cleaning when he spoke again, asking why her masters asked her to do this. She was silent for a moment, unsure if she should answer his question truthfully or not. Her eyes looked straight into his, taking in his manly features, liking her lips at the sight of his tempting neck. "Young Lady Verardi grew a certain interest for you, Sir..." she started to say as she stood up and took a few steps further away to ease a bit her aching hunger and dropped the sponge in the bowl. Her breathing started to her heaving, her lips slightly parted to breathe from her mouth instead from her nose yet she continued speaking. "She does not like how the Lord treats you with torture and putting you in those fights. She wishes for your good health and less painful life. I do not know her true intentions but I do not believe she means any harm, even though she's a vampire." she said, which was most of it true. Dona did not have any idea why she was so interesting in his human, but she felt the need to help him and to stop from being sent back to the fights.
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				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 07:29:14</strong>
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				<br>Adam looked into her eyes trying to determine if she was telling him the truth, his instincts told him that she was telling him atleast half of the truth but, he still didn't think that she was just a simple servant. She was too well dressed and too pretty. Then again, he didn't really know anything about the Vampire's social structure, not that he wanted to. The less he knew the better, he didn't want to sympathize with them, he hated them too much. He didn't know about this mistress either, he'd never seen a Vampire with compassionate eyes, the only thing he ever saw was their lust and their thirst for blood. "So, what? This mistress of yours wants to have sex with me now? Why me? Why now?" he asked a little more calmly. Unfortunately he had a feeling she was going to continue her ruse, so, he probably wouldn't get any answers out of her.<br><br>He lay there silent as she cleaned him. Partially grateful that her actions were distracting him from the pain.
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				Post by: <strong>Dor</strong> on <strong>30-05-2012, 11:36:59</strong>
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				A glow flickered in her eyes when the human mentioned sex. She had no intention to have sexual intercourse with him, her thoughts mainly focused on keeping the human alive. However, being a vampire, it was only natural to feel certain sexual lust when she was hungry for blood. Donatella always managed to suppress that desire but this human's sent of his blood and manly aura was making it hard for her. "She doesn't want you as a sex pet, if that is what you mean." she uttered, as she continued to clean his body, her voice more huskily than she wanted. She avoided to answer his other questions, afraid if she opened her mouth again she'd lose control. It was bad enough that her body was hungry for blood and her hands were stained with it. She couldn't help but lick her lips as she was now staring at his body with lust while moving her hand over his body with more pressure. She knew she had to leave, she was losing herself to the monster inside her, but she didn't have enough strength. If the human doesn't do anything drastic and just keep still she should be able to keep herself from doing anything stupid. 
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				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>31-05-2012, 02:36:35</strong>
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				<br>Adam looked up as her voice grew husky, his facial expression revealing his confusion. He noted that she didn't answer his other questions but, he did get a partial answer. Her mistress, whoever she was, for all he knew she could have been this mysterious mistress of hers and apparently she didn't want him as a sex toy. That was fine with him. He kept his gaze on her as she continued to clean the blood from him, he felt her hand apply more pressure than she'd been using and grimaced, gritting his teeth. He saw her lick her lips and he simply shook his head and laid back "should of figured, you want me all for yourself. Well, go ahead, not like I can stop you at the moment" he said though the defiance in his voice remained. <br><br>Despite his wounds and the pain and his total lack of clothing, he tried struggling against the restraints, again to no avail, he had no more strength to put into it. The constant fighting matches that they'd forced him into throughout the day, and especially his last fight, had drained his strength. Laying his head back, defeated for the moment, he gave a grunt before looking to her again "come on, just rip off my underwear and have a taste, I'm sure you'd like to. Go on, do it. I can't stop you."
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