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| Topic Started: Dec 4 2008, 07:11 AM (180 Views) | |
| Nova | Dec 4 2008, 07:11 AM Post #1 |
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 Incognito Nova Look Nova once again touched the tiny balsam disc that hung from the cord around his throat. Such a small simple thing and yet it afforded him a miracle. An opppurtunity to go out and feed. Once again he couldn’t help but touch his hair, now shorter, poofier AND brown. It was an odd sensation to be able to run his fingers through his long blonde locks, and yet not see it done in the reflection of himself in the store window. His fingers seemingly combing through the shorter hair then hanging in the air to trail to his shoulder. A small chuckle at himself and his childlike amusement with the simple fae charm. He would have to send a thank you basket to the Vargamor of the Roan Pack back home for this trinket. A simple thing that could glamour his appearance just enough to make him unrecognizable. His long blonde hair having been transformed into the shorter brown he was so fascinated with. His skin slightly tanner then his normal pallor, and his teeth that of a normal human so he could laugh without being feared. It was quite fun to play dress up, but he knew that touch would play tricks with the person touching him. They could touch his hair and teeth and yet not see them. He would have to be careful this night. His destination appeared within his line of sight. Not exactly the crème de la crème of night spots but rumor was he could get a good snack to appease his hunger for the night here. It would have to do for now. And he reminded himself yet again to put a call into the local ulfric. Nova was against using his influence over his animal to call to get them to do as he wanted but he was not against asking them for help. He needed a pomme de sang and soon. And he’d rather it be one of those he was accustom to. He would ask the Ulfric for a volunteer and would offer whomever stepped up not only his protection but a stipend for the service they would provide to Nova. “Yes yes tomorrow tomorrow.” He spoke to himself as he approached the door of the Den. Once inside he paid handsomely to be seated in one of the more private booths that doted the walls of the club and yet still left an unobstructed view of the stage. He smiled as he looked out across both patron and stage. Enjoying the fact that there was a bit of role reversal here with more women in the audience and more men upon the stage. Frankly Nova appreciated all forms of the body and gender was not something he ever really worried about. Tonight even less as he was looking for food, not nourishment of his body. Nova sat back in his booth and took in the scene before him before deciding what his best option was. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 4 2008, 10:00 AM Post #2 |
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Chauffeured cars served a multitude of purposes; from being parties on wheels to a convenient place to ‘scratch and itch’. Normally both of those options were likely in Lucrezia’s experience when Nestor shuttled her around from place to place. However this evening was a different kettle of fish as she sat back in her leather seat, legs crossed demurely while the car moved through the streets of Paris. Nestor was taking a long and winding route to throw off anyone watching the infamous Lucrezia Ferraro; model, business woman, fashion icon and professional widow. It would never do in the current political climate of France to let someone connect her public face with the new Oba of the Ibeji Cackle. She even used different names for both identities-Sophia Carmello was listed not Lucrezia Ferraro just to keep things tidy. One of the greatest skills Lucrezia had as lycanthrope was her ability to manipulate her body-including her facial structure-to change her appearance. While Lucrezia Ferraro was a beautiful woman she was also one who had lived in the limelight for nearly twenty years and had aged from the young girl she had been. As Sophia those years fell away again but with slight differences in eye shape, nose and lips. Who needed an expensive plastic surgeon when you had been living a secret life as a lycanthrope for the greater part of your life? Only Nestor-loyal, silent and trustworthy Nestor had any inkling how old Lucrezia really was or how long she had been infected. Secrecy. Control. Illusion. The tenants of her life as an alpha hyena as well as outside of that world-Lucrezia had always been a creature of dualities. Able to feign a façade that seemed incapable of causing harm at a moments notice while the truth was much darker. Those that found out generally ended up fertilizing her gardens or hidden somewhere only Nestor knew about. Either eventuality suited her fine; watching Nestor work his special brand of magic always made Lucrezia smile. The car slowed down as the last of ‘Sophia’s’ features slid into place on Lucrezia’s face; it was time to start taking stock of the assets left to the Cackle by the previous Oba before she mysteriously disappeared. The Den was one of those assets. Though already Lucrezia had made changes in the way the strip club was run-moving the focus to favour male dancers exclusively on its stages. While Lucrezia wasn’t offended by the idea of female nudity she found it dreadfully boring. Every strip club poured forth with tits and ass. It was just positively dull and common to peddle the flesh of her fellow women when men were ripe for the picking. Even her pet Diego graced the stage on a regular basis earning his keep. Beside her the car door swung open held by the imposing bald man who was both Lucrezia’s constant companion and right hand. Practice had Nestor’s hand reaching to help Lucrezia out of the car smoothly and steadied her on her Laboutin stilettos before closing the door behind her. Long dark hair was tossed over her shoulder when Lucrezia nodded to him, “You may remain outside if you prefer.” “Si Signora.” Came the growled reply with a quick bob of his smoothly shaven head-it was no secret to Lucrezia that Nestor was a homophobe and hating entering the club. She saw no point in forcing him at this point when it could be saved as an effective punishment later. Her body swayed as Lucrezia strutted past the doorman who knew better than to stop her since he was still healing the wounds from last time. The club had a decent crowd, a few rowdy women for a hen party, a scattering of the usual gay men-nothing terribly out of the… Lucrezia stilled to a stop as her sensitive nose caught the smell of something dead; while she could recognize the scents of any of the vampires working for her this one was new. So new that the hyena changed her course and followed her nose to the lanky brunette sitting in a more private booth all to himself. There was a wild hint to his scent that was unusual-the scent of magic clinging to him. Over the years Lucrezia had had cause to study a wide array of subjects-magic having been just one of them. She had already been skilled in the use of herbs and ‘potions’ of a sort; if you could consider making her own exotic poisons concocting potions. Lurking below the scent of magic that couldn’t possibly been natural to a vampire was something else-something that Lucrezia would recognize anywhere-power. Her dark eyes settled on him as she slid smoothly into the seat beside him not bothering to smooth her dark skirt as it rode up on her thighs a fraction. “So tell me Signore…are you enjoying the show?” |
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| Nova | Dec 4 2008, 04:05 PM Post #3 |
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*Well that didn't take long.* Nova thought to himself as a rather attractive brunette slide into his booth beside him. His eyes immediatly went to her thigh as her skirt rode up, baring the creamy flesh to his gaze, just as he was sure that she wanted him to look. "It seems a new one has just begun." He replied with a broader grin. He sat back in his seat clearly eyeing the dark haired beauty beside him. The quick heart beat, the scent and the overall aura of the woman beside him told him she was indeed a lycanthrope. The scent was close to and yet different from the wolf scent he was familiar with. He wondered if she would be willing. For she was just the type of meal he needed. Nova's eyes cast back to the stage momentarily where a man in nothing but a gstring pumped his hips towards a group of screaming women. One wearing some type of crown or veil. His grinn grew wider. If not for the illusion covering his features his fangs would have been bared to the woman beside him. "It's not bad for what it is. Though I must say it is nice to be the minority in one of these places for once." Nova chimed as he turned back to his sudden companion. "Donovan." Nova introduced himself. Using his current full name rather then the moniker nearly everyone knew him by, he was going incognito tonight after all. With the introduction came a very human and very unvampire guessture. He offered his hand for a shake. Nova had never followed or liked the rule of Vampires refusing to shake hands. He would never shake another vampires hand but with humans and lycanthropes the simple guessture sometimes went a long way. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 4 2008, 04:44 PM Post #4 |
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There was something about his smile that bothered Lucrezia-nagging at the back of her mind that wasn’t right. Wasn’t genuine. Her dark eyes scanned his face; a mistress of deception looking for hints of it in her companion. A slow smile pulled her full lips back as Lucrezia realized what it was that was out of place, “Hiding your teeth? Never have I smelt such a sheep’s skin for a wolf. Afraid to show your real face?” She had to admit that was part of what was interesting her at the moment. Clearly, all her senses told her this was no ordinary vampire like the fledglings that worked for her here. Lucrezia had never denied that she was a curious being; she indulged that curiosity as often as possible in her life. She wasn’t the one that suffered for it-that’s what other people and underlings were for. The hyena crossed her legs allowing her skirt to move another inch northwards a small smile playing on her face as her hand gestured sharply for a server to attend her. Only a few weeks into her rule and the others knew full well what displeasing the Oba would mean. No one wanted to die the same way the former Imari had-just the delicious memory of snapping their necks made Lucrezia’s smile wider. “I am pleased that you appreciate the difference.” She didn’t bother to look as a single glass of champagne was placed wordlessly by her hand by the server. They were getting quicker too. “There is little sense in continuing to operate as everyone else in the city. Mediocrity is not a sin I suffer from-there are many others that are much more pleasurable.” Lucrezia took a sip of her drink before holding out a hand to the vampire introducing himself as ‘Donovan’-hand flat to be kissed. Shaking was for business contacts and even then the hyena preferred to have a older worldly greeting. After all one was to kiss the pope’s ring upon greeting him why shouldn’t you kiss the hand of the great Lucrezia Ferraro? “Indeed…You may call me Sophia.” |
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| Nova | Dec 5 2008, 02:54 AM Post #5 |
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Nova grinned even broader as the woman called him out on his being a wolf in sheeps skin. He bit his lip through his smile and gave the bob of the head from side to side as if to say ‘somewhat’. “It is safer right now if my true face is not seen round about town. But a man has needs he must attend to…” Nova said with a smile and a small lick of his lower lip. His eyes narrowed as she snapped her hand to get a server’s attention. A small sneer pulling at the corner of his lips. He truly hated people who took advantage of position or power to look down there nose at others and treat them as if they were dirt. Sure there were reasons for heirachy and power but there was no reason to be rude about it. His eyes turned to look back at his companion as she once again began speaking. He did look as the glass of champagne was set beside her. The waiter looking fearful as he backed away. Oh no he was begginning to get a picture of this woman and it was not as pretty as the shell she incased it in. His eyebrows shot up. “One would not have thought Pride such a pleasurable Sin but you seem to get a great deal of pleasure from it.” Nova spoke with a touch of bite to his voice. He looked down at her hand as she refused to shake his hand in greeting but instead offered it in a manner in which she expected him to kiss her hand. Nova cocked his head to the side to look upon her. “Ahhh perhaps I am mistaken dear Sophia. Perhaps you are not so prideful as you would make an offerring so easily to me…” Nova spoke grasping at her fingers quickly he brought her hand up towards his mouth as if he would kiss it. At the last moment he twisted her fingers so her hand was palm up and her wrist directly below his mouth. “I would have preferred a little more privacy…” Nova spoke watching the retreating fearful waitstaff. “But I suppose this could do.” He spoke over her wrist, letting his lips brush against her skin as he spoke so closely. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 5 2008, 03:37 AM Post #6 |
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“Sometimes a disguise is exactly what is required to afford privacy,” Lucrezia sipped her champagne once more a wolfish smile on her face. She could certainly appreciate the need for appearing different in public. Given how lycanthropy had slowed her aging process the face she wore as Lucrezia was more a mask than the one she had on now. She caught that lick of the lips; experience had taught her to recognize easily when men were interested in her or at least in something she could give them. Sex, blood-it was all the same really and it was easy to see that this was a hungry vampire. That made Lucrezia’s smile curl even wider knowing what would come next; there was nothing in the world she loved more than power and control. This was more than your average blood sucker yet she was in a position now to have power over him. It sent a thrill through her body that made her shiver as his cold hand seized hers firmly. “There are seven sins Donovan,” Lucrezia purred pulling her hand back from him after the brush of lips with a bit of strength-enough to show that she wasn’t a weak little human snack. Her dark head cocked to the side to observe him once more, “I would like to think that at different times I have been a student of each one of them. They all have their individual allure. Perhaps I should punish you for not guessing correctly which is my favorite.” The hyena slid out of the booth cocking an eyebrow down at the vampire before offering her hand again to help him rise, “You must be younger than I believed if you thought that was an invitation. Besides there are more satisfying places to feed from than the wrist-unless you would prefer one of my pets for dinner tonight. Never let it be said that I am not a gracious Oba to guests in my territory.” |
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| Nova | Dec 5 2008, 05:01 AM Post #7 |
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Nova let her pull her hand back. Sitting back in his seat as she went on about being a student of Sins. Nova could appreciate that. But then he knew he had guessed which Sin she lived the most, maybe not necessarily her favorite. Perhaps she didn't want to see the bad in herself. Such self delusion made him want to roll his eyes. He knew he had flaws but he didn't try to deny them. He chuckled a little as she spoke of punishing him. "Ahh but I was merely stating that Sin which you have most displayed... not your favorite." Nova spoke as she slid from the booth. He laughed as she tried to insult him by making him think he had made a faux pas. He had only been refusing to fall into her line. His eyebrow cocked as she blatantly admited to being the leader of the hyenas. He had not guessed her exact flavor but the simple statement had cleared that up. "Hmmm if I'm to understand I am being offered the taste of the Oba herself who could settle for something less then that." Nova stood on his own, ignoring her offered hand of help. "Gracious perhaps to your guests. Perhaps you should learn to extend such graciousness to those who serve you as well." Nova spoke in a whisper to her. "But now you have made an invitation... one which I will gladly accept... if you would like to go somewhere more private." Nova said. Even though she grated on his sensibilities some she intrigued him. Plus the blood of a leader of a lycanthropic group was a treat he could not easily give up. He offered her his arm as a gentlemen would do. KNowing both that it was proper and it would probably appease her sense of superiority. His other hand guesstured outward for her to lead the way. Edited by Nova, Dec 5 2008, 05:04 AM.
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| Deleted User | Dec 5 2008, 07:20 AM Post #8 |
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A pout pursed Lucrezia’s full lips as she affected the wounded look of a doll; that didn’t mean that the expression was genuine in the least. It was another masterful performance though as the hyena got the distinct impression that Donovan didn’t entirely approve of her. Some how that made this dance so much sweeter. He didn’t have to like her-only need and desire what she could give him-which as he stated was a rare treat and they both knew it. It wasn’t likely that any other lycanthropic leader would offer a vein to him tonight and Lucrezia could feel his hunger pressing down on them. “It would depend I suppose on one’s point of view…” She pushed her curtain of dark hair back to fall over her shoulders again, “How prideful I am. At least though we are both certain that you have good taste and no small amount of charm.” “As for the others…” Her hand waved about to indicate the Cackle members that worked within The Den moving back and forth. They all seemed to be avoiding her which only served to put a smile on Lucrezia’s face-it meant they weren’t as stupid as she had feared. “I am currently teaching them all a valuable lesson that my predecessor seemed to have neglected when she vanished. Our kind does not respond as others do-one needs a firm hand to keep them in control. If I am to establish order amongst them once more then it is necessary for me to be-harsh in punishing misdeeds.” Wrapping her arm around his Lucrezia led the way towards the main office moving past the doors marked ‘Staff’ as if they didn’t exist. The halls and corridors of the hidden part of the club like warrens leading ever further below ground. Before her arrival the majority of the Cackle had lived in the underground-something that she had rectified immediately. They weren’t burrowing creatures to live in the dark and her lovely Chateaux outside the city was much more comfortable-and monitored constantly by hidden cameras. Nestor was genius when it came to surveillance devices. She pushed another door open to reveal a stylishly decorated parlor used mostly for entertaining guests. Lucrezia even held the door for Donovan to enter before moving into the tranquil space, “This should do well enough for our needs. Do I get to see the real Donovan or will you keep me guessing?” |
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| Nova | Dec 5 2008, 03:11 PM Post #9 |
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He gave a small chuckle to the thought of his good taste. She was a handful of that Nova was sure. He looked about as she guesstured about to the club. He let out an exasperated sigh, with a breath taken with no other need then to create the sigh, as she tried to explain herself. So often people so violence as the only way to solve a problem. There were so many other ways. "Misdeeds is one thing to punish but you have them so frightened of you it has me thinking that there is much you consider a misdeed." Nova spoke as she took his arm and lead him towards a door marked for employees only. Nova could just keep his mouth quiet. At least until he got what he had come for but he had never been one to hold his words to himself. He was a bit surprised though as they headed through and DOWN the behind the scenes area of the club. "Was this club once owned by one of my kind?" He wondered aloud as they headed deeper and deeper down until Sophia actually opened a door for him and ushered him into a stylish parlor. Nova walked into the room giving a little turn in the center to take it all the way in. "Quite nicely yes." He answered turning again his jacket sliding of his arms until it was off and he tossed it casually to lay across a chair. He smiled as she asked to see the real him. "Are you curious?" He asked with a bit of a devilish smile. "I'm afraid my face is causing a bit of a stir around the city of late. I'm not sure I can trust you with the truth of it." Nova said quite honestly while grinning the whole time. He moved to take a seat on top of the coat he had just strewn. "Plus there's the added factor of liking having something you may want." Nova grinned. Sparkling green eyes staring at her in mirth. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 6 2008, 01:43 AM Post #10 |
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“Hardly,” Lucrezia’s voice was smooth with her light Italian accent hanging over everything. Years of speaking English had softened it and while at the drop of a hat she could affect a new accent her natural one was the most comfortable. “I do not see a point to continued threats when one can simply make an effective statement early on. The previous Imari challenged me when I arrived; the three of them thought that they could run the Cackle. Instead it was dissolving into chaos. They made wonderful examples of what would happen to others who sought to challenge me. I have not needed to lay a hand on anyone else.” If she had been alone Lucrezia might have closed her eyes to replay the deaths of the Imari in her mind. Considering that she herself had held the same rank back in Rome these three had been a sore disappointment. Too easy. She had kept their skulls though-they would make lovely additions to the throne that stood inside the Chateau’s grand drawing room. They would go well with the remains of her former husbands-a sort of symmetry. However the beauty of it would be lost on this Donovan-a curious vampire indeed. Nothing like the few whose acquaintance she had made in Rome who had appreciated her capacity for causing pain and suffering. It seemed a shame that Donovan didn’t but that wouldn’t stop her from playing with him. Corrupting those who thought themselves pure could be just as satisfying. “I would not know. There has not been enough time to research the location; I just found it dreadfully depressing to live underground. My home is much more luxurious.” She stepped closer to Donovan and allowed a hand to trail up his arm now that he had disposed of his jacket. “But you wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t curious about you. A walking oxymoron-a vampire who doesn’t approve of violence.” She pulled away again to take a few steps back; hands trailing over the ties of her simple wrap dress before sending it sliding off her shoulders to reveal the black lace bra and panties that matched her stockings and garters. Lucrezia took the few steps to the cushy sofa before draping herself over it temptingly-her hands going to slowly unclip the stockings. One at a time making sure to draw out the tease as she observed Donovan carefully, “But it seems I have much that you both want and need-all running just below the surface.” |
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| Nova | Dec 6 2008, 07:54 AM Post #11 |
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Somehow Nova didn't think Sophia had made an example of the Imari by showing their lack of leadership skills or pointing out there ineptness in maintaining the tackle. He was pretty sure the woman before him had taken a different road. But as his hunger was growing his resolve to care for the moment was waning. Nova nodded in agreeance with the idea of living underground. "I too hate to cloister myself undeground. I get out as much as possible." Nova said his hands sliding down the front of his shirt over the few buttons of the green shirt he had left buttons. While at first glance there appeared to be nothing different. On closer inspection the fact that those last buttons had been undone, while the shirt had not moved an inch. He glanced up at her as she touched his arm. Smiling as she called him an oxymoron. He took no offense to it. He knew he was one of only a handful in a field of many. "Violence is sometimes unavoidable. But I try to avoid what I can of it. Many people just know violence. If they'd just learn another way of problem solving. If they'd take the time to broaden their minds rather then succumb to their base instincts." Nova rambled slightly his eyes following Sophia as she moved away. Nova's eyes allighted with the hunger of a man as well as vampire as the woman easily disrobed for him and put herself on display. He could at least appreciate a woman who played no games in this pretense. He leaned forward in his chair, his shirt finally opening to reveal the lanky but toned body beneath it. The spell about his neck changing only the coloring of his skin not the actual tone. Though he supposed the hyena would not know that. "It is true you have what I need and you are doing a very find job of making me want it even more then I need it." Nova spoke finally getting to his feet the shirt followed in the way of his jacket dropping to the chair behind him, leaving him in only the faded low cut jeans that rode low on his hips. No sense in possibly getting blood on his new shirt. He moved to sit on the sofa at her feet, hands at the ankles of her stocking clad leg. "May I help?" He asked hand slowly sliding up her legs towards the ruffled top of the stockings she had just undone from their garter. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 9 2008, 04:06 AM Post #12 |
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“I suppose it is easier for vampires to live noble lives.” Lucrezia sat back watching the flashes of pale skin he was unveiling for her. There was little that was human in her gaze-it had been many years since Lucrezia had embraced her beast and its myriad of wants and desires. Both halves of her were predators plain and simple. “The beast does not understand anything other than the laws of nature. Kill or be killed.” Not that survival was the only reason that Lucrezia had killed in the past, quite often it had come down to being something she had wanted to do or could benefit from doing. Other times it had been the simplest way to keep her various secrets exactly that-something that in Lucrezia’s mind was a matter of survival. Lycanthropes didn’t do well in prisons and she had been one much longer than she had ever been human. It would be like caging a wild animal. Besides only sloppy killers got caught and the hyena was anything but sloppy-methodical, cunning and cold were better descriptors. None of that really mattered as her dark eyes watched the vampire’s every move-tracking him as he removed his shirt. She caught sight of the medallion around his neck with interest-noticing how it was the one thing that still adorned his lean upper body. Lucrezia was certain it was the bespelled object hiding his true features from her but wisely said nothing for now. Donovan’s had was cold as it slid up her calf and thigh toward the edge of her stockings but still it sent a thrill through her body. Lucrezia loved nothing more than having a powerful man at her feet begging for what she could give him-the power had always been more a turn on than any sexual act. Lucrezia licked her lips and released a small amount of her beast-enough to flood her eyes into their animal counter part’s instead of being warm brown, “By all means.” |
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| Nova | Dec 9 2008, 08:21 AM Post #13 |
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"No one said anything about it being easy. Will is a strong thing." Nova said as he sat at her feet. "But you are not beast alone. Nor am I." Nova spoke softly. His cool hands running up her leg. He understood the base needs. The whole kill or be killed concept. He wasn't saying he hadn't killed, he wasn't saying he wouldn't kill. He was saying sometimes there were other options. Sometimes there were ways to work things out. He didn't comment on how weak or shallow minded he thought those that stooped to killing for gain or for fun or for sheer fear. No not when she was holding that which he needed and wanted. Not tonight, not now. Maybe later. He enjoyed knowing that she was watching him. As he had watched her. He waited for her response her permission to proceed. He felt the rush of power from her. Especially with his hands laying against her. He saw her beast fill her eyes. His own eyebrow cocked upwards as she called the power forth. Was she afraid? Did she not trust him? Not that she had any reason to. They had just met after all. The power of her beast called to him though. He inclined his head as she gave permission. His fingers tucking into the tops of her stockings his slowly rolled them down her shapely legs. His eyes were still on her thigh though. MOre specifically the veins leading to one of the tastiest arteries in the human body. He finished his task though rolling each delicate hose off before laying them gently over the arm of the sofa. He moved so he was leaning over her legs. "Where is most convient for you?" He asked. His eyes lifting to her face. Ready to roll her as much as he could with her beast so prominent. Not wanting to cause her pain. He would wait though until she told him from where he could feed. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 10 2008, 03:07 AM Post #14 |
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| Deleted User | Dec 10 2008, 03:09 AM Post #15 |
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There was a sort of delicious power in having a man ignore his clearly highly held morals to satisfy his needs. Lucrezia had always taken pleasure in that sort of manipulation-the corruption of once pure ideals. The desire to taste that delicious success on her tongue had been the reason she had done so many things in her life-from seducing her first husband away from his then wife at the ripe old age of eighteen to turning a sniveling little want to be author. What had made Lucrezia one of the best at it was her innate ability to read the emotions of others made plain on their faces and it was clear that Donovan was surprised by the taste of her power she offered him. The new Oba knew better than most how delightful it could be to feed a vampire-as a young shifter she had been given to the Master of Rome. She had used that relationship to jump-start her modeling career to positive gain and knew that the feel of her beast would give him a taste of what her blood would be like. A small shiver ran down Lucrezia’s spine as he slowly divested her of her hosiery-his attention focused on her thighs and the artery that ran there. She had genuinely missed this sort of interaction in the years since she had moved past the Master of Rome and it tightened her body pleasantly to anticipate the feeling of his fangs piercing her skin. Boldly she met his eyes-daring him to roll her mind if he wanted to or let her savor the pain of it if that was his preference. Lucrezia nearly giggled at him actually asking where she would prefer him to feed from especially since he had telegraphed his preference so well. “Where is it that you desire most to taste me?” She asked trailing her well-manicured hands down her neck and toward the top of her lacy underwear. Lucrezia arched her back allowing her hips to buck slightly as her fingers brushed between her own legs temptingly. “Stop acting like it is gentlemanly to ask and take what you want from me…if you don’t I’ll pull that hair of yours and lead you like a puppy instead of the vampire you are.” |
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| Nova | Dec 10 2008, 07:47 AM Post #16 |
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Nova was more then a bit surprised as Sophia met his gaze dead on. Daring him, it seemed, to roll her mind. she was no fool. He knew she knew what she was doing and what would come. He was no longer some hungry mindless vamp to just take without asking, without preparing his meal. He didn't like to play with his meals much either but Sophia was proving a task in and of itself. His gaze went from her eyes to follow her hands as they moeved down over her body towards where the blood flowed the sweetest. A groan from his lips as she pumped her hips seductively at him. Inviting him. Her next statement had him lifting his gaze once more to meet hers. A laugh erupting from his lips. "SO eager are you. And I haven't even rolled you yet." Nova laughed. "And I am not the puppy here." Nova added. His hands going to her legs fingers sliding up the inside of her legs he gently widened them as he stared down at her. Meeting her gaze he pushed his influence on her. Made her feel the pleasure of his touch as if it were a million of him getting a rise out of her blood. "You seem to want this as much as me." Nova spoke as he cast his glamour into her. Focusing the pleasure, inhibiting her pain receptors for what was to come. He moved between her legs. Sliding his torso between them. His arms hooking under the back of her thighs, lifting her ass off the couch some as he moved his whiskered face against the interior of her thigh. Odd that there seemed to be the feel of more whiskers then appearred on his face rubbing her inner thigh. He laid a kiss over her own fingers that were teasing her own thinly covered flesh. A tongue darting out to trace between a few fingers before his head turned. His eyes only for the artery he craved. His mouth opened and soon the peircing of unseen fangs could be felt sinking into flesh. He lips closing around his bite. The suction powerful as he drank. His arms holding her lower half up to his mouth in a vice like grip. Arms up around her hips, hands resting just at the top of her silken underwear, gently petting the flesh of her lower abdomen as he fed. Edited by Nova, Dec 10 2008, 07:48 AM.
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