Den of the Master (Darius Fallenstar, Sansa, and Mingnon)
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				Title: <strong>Den of the Master (Darius Fallenstar, Sansa, and Mingnon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>05-11-2014, 04:10:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> Den of the Master </span></div><br><strong>Featuring </strong>: <strong> Darius Fallenstar </strong>as <strong>Vlad “William” Dracula and Hiato Ishi</strong>and <strong>Sansa</strong> as <strong>Arya Grace Powers</strong> and <strong>Mingnon</strong> as <strong>Vanessa West</strong><br><br><strong>Setting:</strong> This is a modern supernatural story with strong supernatural, horror, and erotic motifs throughout. To keep things simple, Dracula is assumed to be a wild and dark power whose exact limitations and abilities are somewhat vague. Werewolves are equally flexible. There are very few supernatural creatures in the world (again, for simplicity) when the story begins. <br><br><strong>Fetishes Explored:</strong><em> Den of the Master</em> will feature power exchanges, shapeshifting, BDSM (restraints and other forms of kink), potential bestiality (via shapeshifting), and more. <br><br><strong>Background:</strong> This story assumes Dracula has been active behind the scenes for some time as one of the few supernatural powers of the world. He’s recently moved to Los Angeles, California out of some unknown motivation. There, he’s purchased a rather lovely (private) estate and allowed a few rumors to go out about his presence. Thus, local reporters and celebutantes may have heard of an “unusual figure” moving in town. Likewise, the few vampires living in the country (all who technically fall under Dracula’s rule), would have sensed his arrival and may have a vested interest in his ambitions or simply want to get on his good side. <br>-<br><br><strong>Dracula’s Mansion</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Dubbed by some “The Castle” despite having no resemblance to one, the mansion was a spectacular example of indulgence. Set in a sprawling, private area just within the borders of Los Angeles and close enough to the heart of the entertainment industry to be within an easy jog (for most supernatural beings), the estate was beautiful by any standard.<br><br>The twenty foot tall, corrugated and silvered iron fence that surrounded the nearly hundred acre property hemmed in a small forest of trees – ones perfectly suitable for relaxed hunting – and the area was stocked with what game the forest would support, including some deer an boar. Within those thick, protective rings were other, more subtle ones: a hedge maze here, a gurgling brook there, multiple concealed nooks and crannies perfect for talking business or anything else, and so forth. All of it led to the manicured grounds and the massive, multi-winged, multi-tiered building at its center. Less a castle and more of a resort paradise, the home was built to standards from early in the 1900s – a mixture of ranch and planation-styles, with wide, meandering hallways, high-vaulted gathering rooms, and a number of pools and other attractions to satisfy any guest. Anyone living or visiting the estates knew to expect every luxury to be found in one area or another.</div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>05-11-2014, 07:28:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i57.tinypic.com/jhsaq0.jpg)</div>Just soon after the rumors came out, several journalists and paparazzi tried to find a way into the Castle. Though Vanessa worked for a college newspaper - which was honestly more of an internship than anything else - she wanted to take a chance at making it into the mysterious estate anyway.<br><br>From her experience, sunset was the best time to break in, since it was when a lot of people would be at home and eating dinner. She had only a small window of time to pull off everything though; climb over the very tall fence, bypass whatever security might be there, take photos of the home and whoever might be inside, and then climb all the way over the fence again. Admittedly, it was very stupid and could get her in trouble if she got caught. She wasn't exactly sure what would outweigh that risk besides... besides being the first at seeing what the place was about, perhaps? <em>Vannie, what are you even thinking...?</em><br><br>Adrenaline was making her arms shake as she looked on at the metal fencing. She was decked in black clothes; a hoodie with folded turtleneck sweater to obscure her identity, slip-proof climbing gloves, pants and boots. Not very subtle outside the gates, but it was the best that she thought she'd have. She also had a bag hanging from one of her shoulders containing her camera. Beyond that, nothing else.<br><br>She took in a few deep, shaking breaths, gulped down her spit, and then began her climb over the tall fence. She made sure she was climbing one limb at a time, making sure not to look down. Once she was at the top of the fence, she very slowly got over it before <em>trying</em> to slide back down... only to go down a little too fast, causing both feet to hit the ground with a thud. Okay, not the most quiet or graceful entries; she was panting and sweating as well. Carefully looking around herself, it didn't take long to realize she was in, and still safe. She slipped the turtleneck's cloth over her mouth and nose before quietly sneaking her way further into the property through the forest, keeping an eye out for guards.
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>06-11-2014, 00:43:59</strong>
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				As Vanessa ambled closer to the building shapes seemed to writhe and adjust to her presence. The shadows that roiled from the changing shapes were subtle, at first – just twitching oily presences outside of the corners of her eyes, gone when she looked. But when she looked at them directly they went still.<br><br>Halfway to the dwelling, one of the shapes finally solidified long enough for her to get a good look at it. It was a python, a huge, thick bodied thing – perhaps thirty feet in length with glowing *red* eyes. Oh, and half of it seemed looped back across the path she’d taken to get this far. The rest was overgrown with creepers and thorned vines, quite dangerous to run through. Head the size of a small dog, the serpent seemed sleepy – eyes blinking slowly – as it turned to look at her.<br><br>Ahead, at mansion, a door opened, spilling light, with a slender figure visible in silhouette, long black hair swaying softly in the cool breeze.<br><br>Danger here, danger back, danger to the sides. Would she go to the light or embrace the serpent? <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>06-11-2014, 04:45:24</strong>
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				Vanessa started to feel a cold sweat come over her as she went on further in. She heard the sounds the figures made as she tried to get a better look at whatever made them. Her heart was beating, pounding more heavily once she came across the large snake. She could have sworn her vision was becoming blurry, trying to see if she could still escape by the time the snake woke up, only to see the door open and someone come out. It seemed to be too late to avoid being seen for whatever reason...<br><br>But she could still try to escape. She looked behind herself to see where parts of the large snake was laying, and tried to jump over what was in her way as she tried to make her escape. She had seen enough already, she couldn't get anything on film though... but hell if they were going to try and silence her.
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				Post by: <strong>sansa</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 05:22:46</strong>
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				<strong>(background- same as original)</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">The air was especially tense on this night. Her master was fiddling with most everything in reach. No, he was not her master, he was a weak creature of darkness. <br><br>Ignatius was his name.. He was an ancient vampire though he passed for&nbsp; an attractive man no older then 40. That is what he wanted her and every other mortal to believe. Arya discovered his falsehood shortly after being hired on as his assistant. <br><br>They lived in San Fransisco in a great estate secluded from the main roads. He was searching for an assistant and the job offered housing... The foolish mortal was eager to accept the role- for she was in grave debt with her student loans. A month into her employment, the red headed beauty grew curiouser and curiouser of the master of the estate.. Investigating, exploring, and her damn stupidity trapped her into ever lasting servitude. <br><br>Ignatius was a vampire and as he liked to say.. A collector of beauty. He had many lovely and ancient treasures but now, she was one of them. Occasionally he fed from her but other then that... She had to resume her duties as his mortal assistant. <br><br>A year now since her entrapment had passed and Ignatius was now worrying over a new vampire- no!- an old vampire.. <br><br>Dracula. <br><br>"He is not a myth?" Arya insisted, truly amazed by all she had learned in her year of serving. <br>"There is no such thing." Ignatius laughed at the meek mortal. <br><br>Arya was annoyed by his treatment of her. She would kill him someday for enslaving her. She had tried to run once but during the day but the wolves that guarded his estate scared her back inside and by some mystery, Ignatius found out about her attempt to flee and punished her with a beating. Another reason to loath him and all vampire creatures. <br><br>Despite Ignatius's cruel temper, he was a respectable man.. She learned more then she ever thought possible from his stories and she had to be thankful for that. <br><br>"Arya. Come out now." A roar from two doors away demanded. Frustrated, Arya walked out in a huff with her new dress on and her hair re-styled for the fourth time. <br><br>"Does this please you?" She demanded clearly annoyed to have changed her hair, her makeup, and outfit four times now. <br>He circled her tucked away loose strands she could not see with her mortal eyes then nodded. "Good." He finally settled down.&nbsp; <br><br>Arya Grace wore vey little makeup, a neutral pink lipgloss, mascara to enhance her lashes, and a shimmery eyeshadow. Her dress was deep burgundy red and she wore a nude heel. We red hair was pinned up in loose curls fashioned in a stylish updo. Elegant yet alluring was how Ignatius wished to present his gift. <br><br>He handed the letter with his seal on it to the girl. "Give this to the master of the estate. If it has been read-" <br>"-yes, he will know because the seal is broken." Arya interrupted him, clearly annoyed. <br>He rewarded her with a slap across the face for her impetuous attitude. "Do not act this way to Dracula." He warned her sternly. "Be kind to him and to his brides. I hope you may be one. Dracula is a friend. A respected man. And you could make a fine bride to him." <br>Arya made a disgusted face and turned away "I loathe you. And I will never drink blood the way you creatures do."<br>Ignatius tossed his head back and laughed. "I wish I could come to watch you make a fool of yourself. Provoke the wrong vampire and it may end your life." He chuckled and sent her off. <br><br>With the letter in hand, and her luggage in the trunk, she slid her slender form into the back seat and waited for the driver to deliver her to Dracula..<br><br>Arya would be a fool to say she was not afraid.. Yes she was nervous. She only knew one vampire and now she was to be given to a most powerful vampire all I'm hopes to be a bride.. Ugh. That is what Ignatius wanted her to be. If Dracula did not want her then he could send her back to serve Ignatius. If he did want her though.. She may live eternally with strangers she would "learn to love"- as Ignatius put it. <br><br>"Burn them all." Arya muttered under her breath as she was taken to Dracula's estate. <br><br>(To Dracula) <br><em>My dear friend,<br>We have been in touch for some time now and I regret to say I am unable to attend meet at this time for personal matters I must attend. I welcome you to California and offer my assistance in any way during your time here. <br><br>We have spoke of Arya Grace, a most impetuous and headstrong young woman I have come to find most useful. I offer her to you as a gift. She is a handful at times but I quite liked her streak of defiance. Should you find her company unpleasant, I will accept her back and do apologize. <br><br>Your friend,<br>Ignatius</em><br></div></div><br>Arya woke to the car throwing her body forward but the seatbelt holding her back as it came to an abrupt halt. Groaning from the rude awakening, she peered her head out the window to gaze upon a great estate. "Wow..." She finally said. It was nicer then Ignatius's! <br><br>&nbsp;Nervously, she stepped out of the car and&nbsp; the driver escorted her up to the door. She hadn't noticed the "visitor" sneaking around the property. Instead, Arya had simply been focusing her attentions on the door as a servant opened the door and quietly shuffled them in. Arya gave both the servant and her driver a defiant glare as her stuff was brought in and the letter Ignatius wrote was handed to the maid. <br><br>"Come to the tea room.. I will let the master know you are here" the maid said- escorting Arya to the tea room for her to wait as the servant left to see to the masters office and let him know that his.. <em>gift</em> was here..&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 07:10:57</strong>
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				The serpent moved with freakish speed, the oily coils – as thick as the girl’s waist – lashing out at her flighty form, the tail seeming prehensile as it wound around one ankle, drawing her to the ground with frightful force. Maw open, teeth dripping venom – but wait, constricting snakes had no venom! – the creature looked to be laughing at the girl’s attempts to flee. Releasing her limbs, then grabbing at them again, the coils of muscular, slick flesh wound around the girl’s fit waist, sliding up beneath her breasts in a motion that seemed *almost* deliberate. Then it released her again. Like a dog playing with some intriguing treat or playmate, the snake was waiting to see if the girl would try to flee again, perhaps as an excuse to escalate their little game of tussle.<br>-<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i945.photobucket.com/albums/ad295/Dariusfallenstar/tumblr_n76ac9jSqO1qff4d1o2_500_zps3ece4b77.jpg)</div><br>Standing at the door, Hiato looked the newcomer over, his mysterious, calm eyes never once flickering to the loud rustling in the woods not too far from where they stood. “Greetings,” he said to Arya, his accented speech vaguely formal as he bowed slightly. “I understand you are here to meet the Master. Come inside, let me provide you with warmth and tea while we wait to see if our other guest will be joining us, or enjoying the company of the serpent guardian for the rest of the night.” <br><br>Turning, leaving the door open, he escorted Arya into a large, formal-looking greeting room. The walls were lined with full bookshelves, a large fireplace dominated the far side of the room – the arched, brick and stone structure featuring a leering gargoyle over the lintel – and a number of chairs, couches, and even a chaise lounge or two rested here and there about the space, atop ankle-deep plush carpet. <br><br>Hiato, being a small, graceful man, gestured with a fluid motion of his delicate hands, “Please, have a seat wherever you like. Pass me any note you have for the Master, and I will return with drink and food. Do you have any preferences?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 07:19:45</strong>
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				"OHMPH!" In an instant, Vanessa fell to the ground as soon as she felt something grab her ankle. She struggled to move or even see what was going on, but the snake grabbing at her only shook her up. Once she was on her hands and knees, she felt a coil go around her waist and push up her sweater, exposing her skin to the snake's scales. She had to let out a shudder with her eyes closed, thinking that this might be it... but then she felt the snake let go of her. She only looked behind her once before she scrambled to get onto her feet again, though now that the snake did whatever it was doing her movements were swaying as if she had gotten tipsy.
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 07:54:00</strong>
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				The headstrong girl’s continued attempts to flee clearly pleased the serpent – the tail lashed out again, wrapping around her torso, cradling her body as though she were a mere infant. Then the head swung up and into view – big as a whole dog, eyes glowing and glimmering with multifaceted ruby highlights. Six inch fangs protruded beyond its bottom lip as it came forward, raking the dripping tips across her pinned body, over her clothes – beginning the process of shredding them and revealing the package beneath. Perhaps to consume her. Perhaps for other, more nefarious, purposes. 
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				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 08:06:45</strong>
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				Another grunt was forced out of her mouth as the tail grabbed her. She tried to pull the tail off of her, even as she saw the snake's head come closer to her. She didn't want to be eaten alive, or even at all. But as soon as she saw the snake start to rip up her clothes, she stopped and went completely still in confusion. What kind of animal would rip clothing off? She watched on, but still shaking, this time uncertain as to what the animal was trying to do. She could only look on as her clothes were torn off to expose her skin to the cold air.
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				Post by: <strong>sansa</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 16:49:34</strong>
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				Arya looked back at the rustling in the woods curiously and then back to the man as she nervously followed him inside. "Thank you.." She murmured in her attempt to be polite as she found her way to a seat in the corner of the room. "If you have green tea.. Is prefer that." She answered him in a soft and even tone. He was a curious figure. Clearly he wasn't human but not vampire either.. Strange. Arya looked around the room with curiosity then remembered the letter. "Oh! Sorry.. Yes, here." She handed him the letter though her body language spoke resistance towards whatever the note said. "You are expecting another guest?" She finally asked peering to the door with interest. "Where is <em>he</em>?" She asked in a strong tone but the idea of <em>him</em> was unsettling. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 16:54:28</strong>
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				“Oh yes,” Hiato murmured. “A rather unexpected and stubborn guest from the looks of things.” Taking the letter, he smiled and bowed, moving away with liquid quick speed. <br><br>Roiling and wrapping around the girl, the serpent’s razor sharp fangs made quick work of the clothes it could easily access – then, as if in mockery at her attempts to resist it, the massive creature finally bit down on the girl’s inner thigh, her kicking legs effective – though not enough against this prehistoric monster. The pain was silvery and…oddly sensual, an injection of white hot pain edged in euphoria, pleasure unknown and unmatched. Then, in a whirling blur of motion, the serpent was gone and the girl was outside the door of the mansion – deposited there by the creature, right in front of the open door.<br><br>“Do come in,” Hiato called from a room away, his hands filled with a tray of tea from where he’d managed to summon it. He glanced out at Vanessa, eyes raking her over with an oddly predatory hunger. “If you attempt to flee again, I worry for your safety, my lady.” He sounded polite, but the expression on his handsome, ageless face was positively murderous. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 22:24:09</strong>
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				Her clothing shredded to reveal her legs and abdomen, Vanessa was worried what the creature would actually do. It wasn't like any other predator she'd--<br><br>"AAAUUUGH!!" She cried out as the snake bit her thigh, but then a split second after she felt a strange, euphoric sensation take hold of her. "Aaaahh.." Her cry of pain had turned into a weakened moan of pleasure, her face turning red. By the time she came back to her senses, she realized that she was on the front door, no snake in site. It actually happened, she could still feel the numbness in her legs... But it was over so fast.<br><br>Then she looked over towards a young man just inside the door, looking over her with some sort of sadism. "Uh..." She finally made a sound, her voice husky from the experience. "Fine... I'll come in..." She slowly got onto her feet, having to use the doorframe for support.
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