Kiss and Control

[Saiketsu]

He should have seen it coming, but she was good with centuries of time to perfect herself. The talented use of her hands, exposing him first while she remained covered. It made him wonder exactly how good she was with those hands. Her hands on her tits, covering herself until the very last moment... She was perfect with fingers that lit his fire as the traced his heart and caressed his nerves. And when that corset, so perfectly crafted to lift two of the woman\'s best aspects, fell from her body, Nikolai scrambled for control of himself.

The leeches pressed and Adam leaned in. Fucking prick. They pushed him to touch her, to viciously take a hold of the woman\'s body in order to force his dominance and literally gain the upper hand, something he wasn\'t in the mood for as of yet. He might lose his hands if that were the case. So he let her touch his painted flesh, a review of his work in a manner of speaking, the only work he allowed to be viewed daily, forcing his hands to grip the comforter beneath him as she tortured him with her speed.

But when she returned, he lost control completely. Her passion encouraged his hands to grapple roughly at her cold flesh hanging so palpably close. She came down on his chest with hers and Nikolai squeezed her plump flesh hard, flicking his clawed fingers over her own nipples. His abdomen began to ache with the pressure in his slacks; God, he loved tits.

As her mouth wandered lower down his body, his throat (which sent primative shivers down his flesh), and down his chest, Nikolai wanted her to keep going and silently hoped she would. Her choice in stopping wasn\'t unappreciated, just not what he had expected. She was good, knowing how to work him over with her tongue on his piercings, how to make his hips grind into hers with more force. Tension consumed his mind and the gathering darkness ate away at the pleasure, forcing the reins from Nikolai\'s hands inevitably. He felt a groan in the back of his mind develop as Sonya returned.

Before he could even worry about safety precautions, Nikolai\'s hands were pressed against the cold skin of her naked stomach, the V of her hips curving deliciously under his fingers as he worked at her buttons. Nikolai\'s eyes never left the other\'s, even as he pushed the fabric covering her body back enough to reveal her to vulnerability to the mid-thigh. His lips found her neck again and again, the tongue drifting to her cleavage line to massage the flesh so bathed in moonlight.

To say that he entered her would be incorrect. He caressed her skin, first taking the time to enjoy how free she was. He entered into the delicate, moist skin between her legs just before the opening of her core with more care than could ever be imagined by the vampire. The wetness that greeted him was certainly welcomed, though less than he expected. It would take a bit more to work her up as much as he was. The thought pushed his fingers to slide around on her delicate skin with one hand and to scratch at the marble-esque flesh of her hips with his other. The younger vampire smirked as her body reacted with more natural lubrication. She wanted it bad.

He didn\'t want to simply finger her --he would have taken a human for that-- wasn\'t particularly fond of the idea of keeping his hands where his hardened member should be. He wanted to fuck her rough, to hear her scream his name as he fucked her with all of his might, giving it his best try.

Because she was worth it.

[The Cedar Witch]

Still, even after a thousand years, the immortal could not rid herself of the habit of breathing. When Nikolai\'s hands moved for the latching of her pants, her breath quickened even though there was no need in her death. The leather was peeled down to her mid thigh because she allowed it. And the fingers that sent shivers of anticipation through her body remained because she allowed it. And Sonya, being the queen of her world, kicked the remainder of what covered her natural beauty to the floor and moved her lower body away from the groping of his eager hands. Her own hands moved to the sides of his face, holding him fiercely while nipping lightly at his bottom lip. Gradually she slowed and pulled away, taking her touch with her.

The woman trailed her icy hands down his chest while she leaned back, leaning again into the stiffened object in his pants that badly needed attention. Yet she continued the journey slowly, sliding her hands down to the lock of his cloth cage. Slower still the woman unfastened a button, then pulled down the zipper, and hooking her thumbs over his waistband she pulled down what remained of the cloth cage until nothing lay between their dead flesh. Yet she still held back, refusing her own satisfaction to prolong his torture. It was all still a game for her.

With a measured pace, Sonya trailed her tongue from his lips to the base of his throat, her own jaw now aching to tear him apart. But she had more self control then that, even though every inch of his pale, naked flesh screamed out in temptation. To say he was appetizing would be a severe understatement. Her tongue moved South, tracing that same path down his chest and around his piercings, stopping to pay attention to the sensitive nubs before continuing onward. At a pace that was beginning to become excruciatingly slow even for herself, the woman moved farther, purposefully avoiding his hardened member and instead moving to the cold flesh of his hip.

While her hand traveled to what stood at attention, lightly touching it in the most torturous way possible, her lips moved tenderly, planting kiss after kiss on the indent of his hip. But the woman did not linger, moving her hand from his hardness and kisses traveling the same path in the opposite direction. By now desire was burning within her and she ached for friction despite the game. But she still avoided any direct contact (which is what he evidently craved as well), and Sonya returned to his lips, pausing midst frantic movement to deliver him a challenge through her eye contact. She wanted to see what he would dare to do, with the full knowledge of how she may or may not react. Unbenounced to him, and perhaps even to herself, there was little now that he could do to upset her. After all, she still held the power to destroy him. He had walked rather willingly into her lair, after all.

[Saiketsu]

She was evil. She was fucking evil. Freed flesh. Wet lips purposely off target on his cold skin. Hair falling delicately onto the hardened skin. She was fucking evil incarnate.

And he loved it. Nikolai stiffled a groan in the back of his throat, his throbbing member sick of the torture this woman produced. His jaw trembled and his hands cut into the rust-red blanket they laid on. His control, his poise, his diplomacy was failing him. Darkness was taking over, greed, lust, power... He felt the fabric rip under his nails as her hand fluttered over his lever. Slipping, slipping, slipping.

Nikolai groaned against his will as she returned to her place at his hips, leaving a throbbing in the echo of her fingers. Challenging him to make that move. To fuck her.

If she only knew.

The male\'s hands released the blanket at last, sliding roughly down the flesh of her sides as Adam ached for blood and Nikolai ached for pussy. The force would have cut a mortal\'s flesh and Nikki, who was now being pushed aside by an emmerging Judas, was thankful for the hardened flesh covering her ribs. The hands found their base at the flare of her hips and the nails dug in unwillingly. He could smell the spurtings of blood and felt Adam\'s need for dominance course through his lukewarm blood. His jaw ached. His cock ached. His mind swirled. His jaw ached. His cock ached. His mind swirled. His jaw... his cock... his mind...

The sharp green eyes flashed open to take in hers, regardless of the forces pulling at him. And the vampire smiled before arching his back off the bed hard, adjusting himself to fit into the small opening his cock was meant for. Another thrust and he was in, the sweet scent of her slippery innards filling the air. He did groan this time and all thoughts were lost.

Judas had taken over.

[The Cedar Witch]

The scent of blood excited her, even if it was her own, a pleasurable moan pushing past her lips to meet the stinging at her hips. Delightful, and her hands gripped his hair, forcing his head up to meet hers in a kiss. The woman was aching, with every labored breath she wanted him. She was lost in her own ferocious gaze that met his piercing green, so wrapped up in silent communication that she scarcely was prepared for his next move. With her own composure left unchecked, the ancient allowed a surprised gasp to escape her plump lips as they were finally complete.

Delightful, was more of an understanding then a clear thought. Something had changed within him, there was a dark fierceness present that had been lurking beneath his surface nearly the entire night. She could recognize it back in the gallery, and even in that look he had just given her. Something had seemed to possess him entirely. But Sonya didn\'t care if he wasn\'t the same person as he was in Qamar. She wasn\'t fucking his personality anyway.

The immortal could feel her blood trailing down her hips, pulling at her jaw. What she wouldn\'t give for sinking her fangs into his flesh. But the powerful thrusts into her excessively moist core were something fantastically more distracting. Her hips moved appropriately to match his pace, aching for everything he had to offer. The pressure within her was beginning to build, the ache for release, and her mouth strayed from his moving to his ear and nipping lightly at his earlobe. The ancient struggled to stifle the soft moans of pleasure and occasional hiss "yes". Other then that she was almost entirely quiet, as if challenging him to make her scream. To be better then the rest.

And it wasn\'t until she urged him to fuck her "Harder", that she could even allow herself to imagine some form of submission. Her body was aching to feel what he could really do, if given the chance.

[Saiketsu]

He loved the race of vampires. With skin are tough as the marble columns of Rome and Greece, as cold as stone. Black blood rushing in a muddled pace inside of lukewarm veins. And all the while there was still a feeling, a being beneath the ice who enjoyed the feelings of any living being. Yes, it made things all that much better that she was immortal.

The force he used to slide into her, harder, harder would have injured any mortal woman, made blood the natural lubrication of his thrusts and tattered the beautiful flesh he loved so much up between a woman\'s legs. But this one, she was nowhere near mortal, now was she?

Every now and then a moan or a hiss would submerse Judas into the tendrils of blackness so rudely invading his mind, sucking up all his pleasure, propelling him into a crude state of greed for dominance and swelling pain. It made his hips thrust harder and whisper things in her ear that the vampire would have never said in the first place. It allowed the Zalmric the view through his eyes while the one locked in the cage grit his teeth. Like a softcore rape.

Pain wracked his chest, pushing him to fuck her harder. And when her command came, Judas felt the urge to obey fill him with acid lust. Without giving her time to react, the vampire pulled her down from her throne and sat on top of it himself, the voices and tendrils forcing a growl of dominance from his throat. Now Judas was in control, pushing his pressurized cock harder into her pussy. He never hid his enjoyment, every thrust accompanied by an angry-sounding grunt of pleasure.

Harder, faster and higher into her. The release was coming, the first of many of the night. By the sounds of the woman\'s breaths, she was as close as he was, if not closer. No one could fake that kind of pleasure. And he kept it up, fucking her harder, rougher than he had ever fucked before. He wanted that scream, to sink his teeth into her pale flesh and draw out her orgasm from her blood. Like taking the oxygen from fire. Her moans became stronger, more desperate but still stiffled.

He wanted to hear his name torn from those beautiful lips which were once so close to his manhood. He wanted to grab a hold of that gorgeous hair splayed all on the pillow. He wanted her nails digging into his flesh as they both peaked and fell. And peaked again. And fell again. Over and over again. Judas\' breathing was ragged with release, his member spitting high into her body. He relinquished the reins unwillingly to the man in his mind, who overtook Judas without a second thought. And it was the Zalmric prick that benefitted from the elder vampire\'s pulling muscles. It was the Zalmric who got the pleasure, leaving Judas with the fatigue and black hole in his chest.

[The Cedar Witch]

It was like music to her, the heavy breathing and frantic movement, hissing and moaning, half of it her own. There wasn\'t anything else in the world that the woman wanted now, save satisfaction. It was enough for her to become movable, and she scarcely noticed that her position had been usurped, the pleasure that soaked her possessed her mind entirely. Sonya\'s jaw tightened considerably and her eyes glared up into his, glimmering like a carnivore.

She fell into a steady rhythm, her hips rising anxiously to meet his, falling in time with her ragged breathing that was increasing in pace with the near of her peak. Claws dug angrily into his back and she pulled him farther into her with each thrust, body aching to feel every inch of his manhood inside of her. His blood trickled between her fingers, its scent permeating the room and increasing her own arousal. She was a whirlwind of movement, forcing his neck down to meet her mouth in a sharp kiss. There was a hiss, stifled because she was out of breath and frustrated with her own lack of concentration. She wanted blood yet could not tare her mind away from the merciless pounding of flesh against flesh.

"Fill me," she hissed venomously into his ear, fighting the urge to tare out his throat with her fangs. The only thing stopping her was the need for friction. She didn\'t want him to stop.

By now she was trembling, marking up his back with long, bloody lines while frantically trying to pull him in closer. Her own moans of pleasure echoed his until they became struggling gasps of breath. Viciously she clawed at him, as if he wasn\'t far enough inside of her for the moment she came. Her body acted on its own, clenching desperately tight to his member as it released a tide of honey deep into her. The woman shuddered, placing her lips to his neck again and again, aching to taste him.

[Saiketsu]

The hideous, arrogant laugh that pushed itself from Judas\' throat was not his own. His hips ground to a stop and the vampire leaned down into the woman, his manhood still inside her organs as they kept pulling him out for more. Judas\' seed in her body, but someone else\'s pleasure.

Even as the vampire laughed, the giant hole in his chest spread, consuming him in a thick, suffocating mass of leeches which ate any pleasure left in his body. It left him with a tar-like residue of greed and anguish. Had Judas been in control, he would have been sick. But instead he looked down on the woman beneath him, enjoying her fractic nips at his neck. Her jaw trembled against his skin, her cool breath fast upon his throat. Judas wanted to give it to her if she so pined for it. The other made him hold, made him recognize the deep, bleeding claw marks in his back as well as the throbbing muscles entangled together. Judas\' jaw began to ache and the hole spread faster.

He needed something to fill it. A silky voice which Judas almost didn\'t recognize flowed from his mouth so close to the woman\'s ear. Her began his passionate assault of her earlobe with his tongue and teeth, pulling and pushing at it harder than he meant to. "Don\'t tell me you\'re spent yet, darling. The sun doesn\'t rise for another few hours and you\'ve no more engagements for the night..."

The hips began to move again, slowly at first, simply to withdraw from her sweet cunt. He felt the woman\'s body writhe with the drain, but he held strong for another moment or so. Just until her body began to flicker in desire for more. Judas grabbed onto both of her arms, above her head and pinned them there too roughly as he glared into those carnivorous eyes, jamming himself back into her twat. The ripple of pleasure that passed through his body was consumed immediately and somewhere, someone laughed and forced his hips harder. Judas grit his teeth.

[The Cedar Witch]

"No, of--" Sonya\'s smart remark to his comment on her stamina caught in her throat and escaped in a gasp as another cycle of building began yet again. But the restraint of her hands she took as bitter disrespect, and she snarled, eyes ablaze in queen-like fury. Thrashing against him, she effortlessly freed her hands from his grasp.

"How dare you," she spat, hips still caught in that rhythmic movement. The ancient was older then him, and even if he had the upper hand, he was never for a second really in control. With one powerful hand she pulled him into her, as if dictating that she could and would guide his movement. With the other she reached for his hair, pulling his neck down into her mouth with malice-filled lust. He may have been atop of her, but she was still The Queen.

Her fangs pierced easily through the cool skin of his neck, and she was rewarded with a gush of lukewarm blood. The other hand at his back crushed his body to hers, still fighting to keep the tempo. The blood quickened her building and she writhed against him, craving more. There was such a dark bitter taste in his blood, something that didn\'t belong. But it was a type of darkness that withered in comparison to her own thousand-year-old blackness. And it was still building, building, building.

Carnivorously the immortal forced her fangs deeper, relishing in the taring of his flesh even more so then the pleasure he was giving to her. Rich and intoxicating power flowed through her and she refused to release him. Again she could feel herself clench tightly to him, pulling as her mouth pulled at his blood. The darkness of the room became more clear, each detail of his body\'s hard outline stunningly crystalline. Yet she craved for more, and there was little stopping her from taking everything. If he was human, he would have been dying in her arms long before.

She was still The Queen.

[Saiketsu]

The pain must not have been something the man in his head was used to. Or something he didn\'t like. As soon as the pleasure from her pulling muscles and her sucking mouth had faded, the Zalmric was nowhere to be found. Judas took the brunt of the pain and pleasure, that black, gaping hole in his chest breathing in acid. Fire shot through his veins as the queen began to take his lifeblood.

No matter how much pleasure it did give, to be important to a queen-like creature, it burned like battery acid in every veins carrying blood to be drained. Images of his first death flickered before his eyes again, pushed by the pain. He no longer felt the pleasure and the darkness of the room was fading into simply darkness. Judas pushed off and away from her with all the strength he had left to find. He snarled at her while the swaying darkness came on stronger, his eyes unfocused.

"The fuck... are you doing?" He staggered between ragged breaths that did little to help him. "You\'re taking... it all away...fire..." A cold sweat had broken out over his skin as he glowered at her with unfocused eyes. Judas wanted to yell, to become enraged with her for ruining the moment of lust, but found that useless breath caught in his windpipe, just below the vocal chords.

[The Cedar Witch]

Sonya hissed, her mouth ruddy with the thickness of his gore. But he had spoken truth, she didn\'t want to drain him. What would be the fun in that? Still her eyes sparkled with hunger, locked onto the torn mess of his neck that still pulled at her jaw. Instead, a slow smile spread across her face and she licked her lips clean of his blood. Delightful, she hissed with an open mouth, her eyes returning to his face with power. It seemed to her that he was no longer fit for the throne.

With inhuman speed perfected with her age, the ancient seized her rightful place atop of him with grace and dignity, breaking the connection in the process. With his hands pinned above his head, she leaned down slowly and tenderly kissed the wound.

"What, darling. Don\'t tell me you\'re spent already. The sun doesn\'t rise for another few hours." Sonya\'s voice was low and silky smooth near his ear, and she laughed gently with musical bitterness. Forcefully she crushed her lips to his, passion laced with darkness.

[Saiketsu]

The fire that her lips may have produced had been diminished by lack of oxygen to burn within his body. The flame she tried to start only smouldered dully, an echo of pleasure which gnawed on the blackened hole.

With too much of his blood gone, unwillingly taken, the younger vampire found the elder\'s to be a bit of a blurr as she moved on top of him, in her rightful place. His eyes couldn\'t focus and his veins throbbed painfully in his body, sore from use. He needed more if the he were to fight off the darkness for a while longer.

Fucking prick, Judas growled internally as the elder pressed herself against him. She smelled of his blood. He could taste his own blood, cold and thick in her mouth. The urge to push her away was strong, but not as strong as his need for his life fluid back. His hands trembled a bit as he lay them on the woman\'s bare back. His useless breathing habits were ragged again, grasping something he needed that wasn\'t there.

He needed the blood. Take it, Judas thought, regaining his own voice in his own head as his lips lapped meekly at hers. What is she going to do? Kill you because you bit her lip? Just do it.

So the vampire gathered up his energy, and forced himself to kiss her back, dispite the smothered fire, dispite the sickening taste of his life on her lips, despite her restraints on his arms. His member stood stronger the longer she remained pinning him down, but there was only the blood that mattered now.

He was no fledgling. Judas had been in a similar situation before. Play the cards right and he\'d escape alive and with another notch on the bedpost. Judas\' lips became stronger, a push on his part, and slowly, he bit down on the woman\'s lip. It was a nip at first. Then two. Then several, until his fangs were toying with her lips and tongue. A small bite, a sweet, satisfying burst of life in his mouth. Judas couldn\'t control himself from taking a nice long suckle of the blood on her lips, toying with the idea of slowly freeing himself to caress those beautiful round tits resting on his chest.

It wasn\'t a large amount of blood, no more than a few coins\' size. It was enough to awaken his manhood and pull him back to the borderline of darkness, where he could see the woman\'s face clearly as her hair cascaded over the side of her face and landed interwoven with his own. His body craved more and the younger pulled his lips away from her mouth, trailing rough and deep kisses down her chin, up her jawline and done to the throat and collarbone. The bone beneath her skin was hard and felt too pleasant against his lips. His kisses became rougher, nips with fangs merely grazing the cold flesh. But Judas wouldn\'t dare to take a bite without feeling out her reaction first, as tempting as it was.

[The Cedar Witch]

The sharp pain was like ecstasy until it hit her that he was taking her blood. But she could feel his weakness, and acknowledged the fact that the game would end if he did not have blood. And as much as she wanted this to continue, the fact that the only available blood he had was her own, made her stomach churn. But for the sake of sex, because he wasn\'t human, because he was so fucking good in bed, she let him take a small amount, patiently restraining her desire to violently lash out. After all, the hardening flesh beneath her was becoming mighty enticing.

Then everything froze. His lips were straying too far and were becoming extremely unwelcome. Taking a little from her lips was fine, but the neck was something else entirely. An angry hiss erupted from her vocal chords and she flinched away from the rough kisses.

"Watch yourself," her voice was husky and she tightened her grip on his wrists. The woman didn\'t care that it wasn\'t a fair trade; to take his blood without offering some of her own in exchange. He was here to serve her, not the other way around. But she did not dwell on the mistake, instead choosing to roughly place her mouth over his again, nipping occasionally at his bottom lip. The immortal freed his hand to grip his hair, kissing more passionate fury.

[Saiketsu]

If she had a heartbeat, her throat would have had his marks in it already, just as her skin held the scent of his flesh. The fact that she didn\'t made it easier to leave as she pulled him roughly away. Anger flared in his chest, burning the edges of that sinkhole. She was trying to control him again and the mere thought made Judas stifle a growl in the back of his throat.

She had wanted it badly enough to demand force from him via her word \'harder\' not twenty minutes ago. And he had given it, hadn\'t he? Hadn\'t they climaxed together and given her exactly what she wanted? Filled her with his cum just like she wanted? And when he tried to fuck her again, regardless of who, she had gotten angry and taken advantage of his obedience. What the fuck did this girl want? She was lucky that the vampire had even chosen her to fuck for the night. He could have easily refused her in Qamar. It wasn\'t as if he were fucking her paintings anyway, and that was what drew him in first.

Fuck her and be done with it. Judas kissed the woman forcefully, his freed hand sliding down her back with a forced pleasure. Nikolai found her hole again and began his routine. In and out. In and out. The same force, the same feelings. Taken completely differently. Angrily.

Pressure built and released. Her cunt grabbed it and ate it. His breath was ragged as he spit out what he could. He was beginning to hate the bitch. Another climb and descent. And another. But the longer he stayed glued to her innards by the need for friction, the more his mouth began to run wild.

All of a sudden she was amazing. Beautiful. Wonderful. The best fuck he had ever had. His one true love...

[The Cedar Witch]

The sheets were a mess and she needed to buy a new bedspread. But money was only money, something that the woman had plenty of. The scent of sex hung heavily in the air, and however much time passed didn\'t matter. The damp sheets hung loosely over her body, barely covering the lower part of her while leaving nearly all of the front of her bare. She turned over to face him, cold body slick with sex, and laughed.

"Ah, god, you\'re fantastic," the woman\'s eyes sparkled and she moved to trace his tattoo with her fingertip again. The sunrise was creeping up on them slowly, and she really didn\'t want him to get caught out in the harmful rays. Not that she was rushing him out just yet, she simply wasn\'t planning on starting another round. Not tonight anyway.

"I do believe," the immortal began softly, finger still preoccupied with mapping out his chest, "that I haven\'t fucked anyone this good in quite some time," there was a pleasant smile on her face as she was wrapped in thoughts of sex. The only thing that would have made it perfect was if he had been warm blooded. Then again, she might had to have killed him at the end of it all.

[Saiketsu]

A cold smile rose to his face. Judas, who still burned hot with irritation inside of the vampire\'s mind, thought something messy and indistinguishable. He was getting sick of the wench. Thirst pulled in his throat and he could barely open his mouth without the lukewarm scent of necrophilia filling his senses, pushing him into a chaotic desire for her icy, adreniline-filled blood. He enjoyed the sight of her breasts, the wetness he had left her between her thighs and the icy finger that was tracing his tattoos, but that was it.

Otherwise, she was dead to him.

With one hand behind his head, he grasped onto her hand and held it to his chest, her fingers resting gently on his piercing. Elegant fingers he would have loved to see wrapped somewhere else. Retrospect, Judas grumbled in the background. The younger vampire smiled at \'the queen\'. His statements, well most of them, had already been groaned as she descended only moments ago. Let\'s go.

"It\'s getting early, my dear." Judas whispered, a smirk on his face as he leaned closer to the woman. Something stirred suddenly in the back of his mind, but the young one decided to ignore it. For now. But as Judas leaned in and connected his lips with her, a sudden and violent image of Jean-Luc pressed into his mind. Just as he whispered, "I think I might\'ve fallen in love with you, my dear."

The younger vampire froze with shock. Somewhere, Adam laughed as he kept taunting him with fotage of the French vampire so close. Judas fumed as his eyes opened and saw the elder vampire there instead.