Author: Xerxez, Posted: Wed Nov 8, 2017 6:12 PM, Post Subject: Cravings [P][R]

Xerxez lay on the dilapidated bed conserving his energy as they had been fooling around all day. They took brakes in between where she would explain things such as phasing, hunting, clouding his eyes with magic. After every little lesson, they returned to their physical acts. The pillows went first, in an explosion of feathers. Soon after a leg of the bed broke off, then went the demise of the headboard. Oh gods he enjoyed her. Leave it to a wierd mix of vampire and werewolf to bag Xerxez. He saw more than a simple whore, he saw her as an equal. Someone he trusted. He even admitted to his self that he had feelings for her. She drove him crazy how she submits her self to him, but her violence ever present. He watched her get dressed, following suit.

"Fuck them, then. Let them prepare for the baby. They're probably busy anyway. You and me can just stay here and feed." He said, picking up on her agitation to the word baby. He figured it was pack/coven thing, and didn't press on the matter. He got dressed in some comfortable clothes that the room had folded up in one of the dressers. He followed Serafina out, arm in arm, as he nibbled on her neck to control his blood thirst. To an ordinary viewer, it just a customer getting the last drop before the night ended. As they exited into the cold night, he let out a shiver, pushing Serafina into him to supply warmth to both. She left him in an alley, stating he will not move as she found breakfast. He stood leaned up against a dark wall, hidden from the moonlight by the shadows. Shortly after he heard giggling and laughing. Among the noise he could pick out Serafina's girlish giggle that feigned him into a false sense of security. He kicked his self off the wall and quickly changed his blood red eyes to a muddy brown as Serafina rounded the corner with a delicious looking brunette in her arm.

"There you are dear. I like your friend. Don't be shy, pretty. We don't bite." He flashed a sinister grin, locking eyes with Serafina, probably not finding amusement in his dark joke. The same way Serafina had attacked him only a day yesterday, she launched at the woman when she least expected it. Her head slammed against the brick wall, blood trickling from her head. He became impatient when he smelled the blood. His eyes instantly flashed crimson, glowing in the shadows as he approached his beautiful hunting partner and their meal. Before he fed on the woman, he pressed Serafina into a hungry kiss, thanking her between parts. She offered the girl up to him, as he slowly covered her hand with his. She pulled back and he quickly covered the woman's mouth as she tried to scream in vain. His arm shot to the wall as he gradually lowered his mouth to her neck. When lips grazed his skin, his fangs, painfully slow, punctured her neck. As the first drop of blood hit his tongue, he lost his calm and sadistic demeanor. He suddenly focused only on draining the brunette. She screamed in protest, but in vain, her screams for life muffled by his hand. He continued to fill his thirst as he felt her heart beat slowly fall. He pulled away and looked at the woman, tears in her eyes. "I'm enjoying my self dear. You found quite the lovely meal for us." He growled, keeping his eyes on the woman with a menacing scowl. He walked up to the woman, getting uncomfortably close, as he grazed her cheek with the back of his hand. He brought it up to the back of head, playing with her hair and yanking her neck to the side as he dipped in for one last drink before looking the woman in the eyes one last time. The hand over her mouth tightened around her face, pulling her head to look at Serafina. The hand grabbing her hair quickly pulled in the opposite direction ending the woman's life with a snap.

"Thanks for dinner, babe."

Author: Serafina, Posted: Wed Nov 8, 2017 12:10 PM, Post Subject: Cravings [P][R]

As the sun began to set outside, Serafina stood beside the curtained window, drawing the shades back slightly so she could see into the night. She stood naked, having not bothered to dress yet, already-healing bruises and cuts and bites peppering her body from the activities she and Xerxez had partaken in during the daylight hours. When she spun around to look at her new companion, a dark chuckle escaped her lips. "Oh, look at that," she said, gesturing to the bed. The mattress had been torn open along with a few pillows, feathers covering the immediate area. The bed frame had been reduced to boards and splinters. As she admired their handiwork, she spoke offhandedly. "We'll have to leave the maids a few extra coins for the furniture and the blood," she said, smirking.

"As much as I would love to spend eternity fucking, there are, unfortunately, matters that we must attend to," she said with a sigh as she walked back towards Xerxez, still lying in the rubble that was once the room's bed. She climbed down next to him, proceeding to toy with his dark hair, pushing it back on his forehead. "We need to get you properly fed, cleaned up, and dressed for the man you now are," she said, her eyes traversing his form. "Then, I will take you home - to your new home," she said, smiling at him - though her smile faded rather suddenly when she remembered that Nemesis and Celeste would most likely be at home. "It might be a bit… uncomfortable at first," she said, with an exasperated sigh. “I should have, if I were to follow the customs, approached Nemesis and Celeste before siring you,” she added. “However… fuck them. They’re too busy preparing for Celeste’s baby,” she said, a hint of disgust on the final word of the sentence.

The next few minutes Serafina spent dressing again, instructing Xerxez to do the same. She eyed him up and down for a moment. “We’re going to need to get you a new wardrobe,” she said as she walked towards him. Reaching up, she placed a hand on the side of his face. “Oh, what fun we’re going to have together,” she whispered. She moved to walk towards the door, and turned, holding her hand out to him. “Come now, let us find you dinner,” she said, her eyes narrowed and a sinister smile on her face as she led him out the door.

The pair snuck into an alley. “You will wait here,” Serafina instructed him, hoping he would oblige without her exerting her influence over him. She whisked off elsewhere, coming back shortly with a rather beautiful brunette on her arm. “Look, darling, she’s agreed to come home with us for a bit of fun!” she called to Xerxez and the two women approached him. The brunette laughed as they approached, clearly being somewhat drunk - Serafina had invited her to join Xerxez and she for the night - a clear lie, though the brunette was unaware.

When they were near him, Serafina gave Xerxez a quick glance, her beautiful blue eyes having shifted to their true crimson. With a flash, she grabbed the brunette by the throat and pinned her to the brick wall of the building they stood behind, her other hand covering the woman’s throat so she could not scream. “My gift to you,” she said, looking at Xerxez with a strange admiration in her eyes, as though it were a gift of love. “I want to watch you take everything from her. Show me the power I’ve given you, love,” she said, her eyes narrowing even further, her chest rising and falling as her breath mirrored her excitement.

Author: Xerxez, Posted: Tue Nov 7, 2017 12:57 PM, Post Subject: Cravings [P][R]

Xerxez felt overwhelmed with his new life. Serafina promised she would teach him the ins and outs, but it was so much different from his previous life. He focused on his scenes, smelling the blood and sweat between the two of them. He focused on the warmth of the Serafina's hand as felt her blood pumping trough her veins. If he listened hard, he could hear all the commotion from down stairs, even making out distinct conversations and could hear chattering outside, although distorted a bit. She was right, his senses were heightened . He focused on a mirror that the room held above a dresser and could see his facial features had been pronounced, his eyes were the color of blood. He turned to Serafina, his new play thing and soaked in her beauty.

"A beta, huh?" He snorted. He didn't like the possibility of being the bottom rung of a ladder, but even so, beta in this world made him Alpha in his previous world. He didn't care to much, but wouldn't enjoy being talked down to. "But of course, being your beta isn't so bad." He said with a growl as he licked up some blood running down her throat. "Oh, I will enjoy it darling, but don't you worry your pretty little head. I wouldn't dream of disappointing you." He said, running his hand up and down her body as he bit into her lip.  "I will say though, taking orders isn't my strong suit. I'm sure your connection with the alpha's must be strong, but I don't know these people and I don't look forward to them giving me baseless commands to just lord over me for the fact that I am your…. beta." He said, not with worry, but annoyance.

She made a comment about they will be staying in the room all day until the sun goes back down, and the thought excited him. He did worry that the bed wouldn't make it through the day, but there were plenty of other pieces of furniture other than a creaky old bed. He flashed a smile, as he buried his head into her neck, nibbling at her flesh before moving to her ear. "Maybe we can invite a meal up to our room later on. It is no different than what you were going to do me. You're blood is delicious but I don't want to rely on you. It makes me feel weak. And I assure, I am nothing but." He whispered, taking her ear in between his teeth and pulling as he pushed her over. He adjusted his self over her, continuing where they left off. "MY turn." He viciously whispered as his newfound fangs bit down on her throat. The hours passed by quick as they spent their time in the room. They were scarcely bothered and never spent a minute untangled from each other.

Author: Serafina, Posted: Mon Nov 6, 2017 11:10 PM, Post Subject: Cravings [P][R]

The responses that Xerxez gave her solidified the idea in her mind that she had made the right choice in turning him.  She knew that a large portion of his physical affinity towards her now was due in part to her being his sire - there was a connection between them that could not be duplicated.  "Oh, you do have so much to learn," she said as he noted that his life would be much the same - how wrong he was, and she would teach him that his life would be so much more than he could even imagine.  

She returned his kiss with a passion matching his own, thereafter enjoying the sensation of him feeding on her.  When he had finished, commenting on the taste of her blood and his eagerness to experience things, Serafina placed a finger to his lips to silence him.  "Your eagerness is thrilling, but things will be… strange for you, at first."  She paused, struggling to think about the best way to phrase her next words.  "You can probably tell that your senses are heightened.  Hearing, sight… taste, of course.. and touch," she said, reaching out to take his hands and place them on her chest.  "All so much more intense.  The most interesting of all will be the scent.  Scent will be completely different.  For the next several years, your bloodlust will be so strong, the only thing you will smell when around anything other than a vaewolf is its blood.  You will be insatiable, and you will want nothing more than to feed."  She paused, adjusting so she laid next to him again, one leg draped over him and her hand drawing circles on his chest.  "Anytime we are to go out, for the first while, you will feed on me, just as you have now.  This will keep you from doing something stupid," she said.  "And I will teach you the ways to hunt so you will not be found out."

"Unlike vampires, we can go out in the day - but it severely dampens our power," she added.  "Therefore, we will do most of our affairs at night, and spend the days indoors.  We do not require sleep… but there are many things we can do to pass our time," she said, her hand traveling lower on his body, lingering at its final destination.  "And of course, you will need to meet my fellow Alphas.  Nemesis - he is my sire, and Celeste - she is my sister by way of siring.  We are the trinity of the Volkov clan, and you, my love, have just become our Beta," she added.  "My Beta," she corrected herself, placing a kiss on his bare chest, her hand still lingering below his waist.  

"You must listen to everything I tell you.  If you do not, you will be punished… and I warn you, I enjoy doling out punishment," she said, looking up at him with a dark glint in her eyes.  "Every time you put one toe out of line, I will punish you."  It was unclear whether it was a promise or a threat, but her next words made the latter clearly obvious.  "I imagine you'll enjoy it, too… but I must stress the importance of our hierarchy," she said.  Her voice had taken on a serious tone, her hand ceasing it's movements momentarily.  "Nemesis is our main Alpha.  Celeste and I are secondary Alphas, both holding the same amount of sway.  If Celeste tells you something that contradicts what I tell you, I don't give a fuck if you listen to her or not… but if Nemesis instructs you to do something that contradicts what I tell you, you had better fucking do it," she added.

"Now," she said, resuming her activity she had been doing previously.  "The sun will be coming up soon, and we will not be leaving this room until it goes back down…" she said.  "I can tell you more about our history if you want… but we have all the time in the world for that.  Maybe you should explore your new strength and your new power," she said, her voice taking on a commanding yet seductive tone.  "Show me what you can do," she added, her voice near a growl as she made it clear what she wanted from him.

Author: Xerxez, Posted: Mon Nov 6, 2017 9:48 PM, Post Subject: Cravings [P][R]

He wont lie, the whole experience had shook him. Xerxez was one of detached emotion. It was the only way to get ahead in the world, to abandon all emotional attachment and live through primal instinct. It was instinct to eat. It was instinct to sleep. It was instinct to fuck. His life was driven by his instincts but he had died no more than a few minutes ago. He saw his throat devoured by the woman who now rested her hand on his, offering comfort. In truth, he was feeling emotion. Confusion. It was normal, though. Anybody would confused in this situation. However, Xerxez was a simple person. He was driven by instinct. The woman promised power in this new from she had violently thrust upon him. And gaining power was an instinct. Obviously, the connection between the two have been evolved past customer and prostitute. He slowed his breathing and began to talk to her as individual rather than someone who was lower than him.

"Angry isn't the word I would use, Serafina…" He paused, enjoying her touch as she rubbed him gently. "I'm quite turned on, actually. Surprised is what I'm feeling. People either take what they want, or they get left behind and rot. You took my life, and that is the sexiest thing that could ever happen to a mortal being." He said, with a crooked smile, as he nuzzled into her hand, smelling the blood, making his throat burn with anticipation. He showed shock as she mentioned that she was well over two thousand years old. He could only imagine honing such a great power for such a long time. The thought made him smile devilishly, as he kissed her hand.  She began running her tongue over his collar bone, cleaning his neck from blood. "So my life is basically still the same. Using my power to get ahead, and nights filled with pleasure. It doesn't sound much different from before you killed me. But you have my interest, Serafina." He growled, as he took her by her by the jaw and pressed her in for a heated kiss. "I will be your beta, then. I have no qualms about being led by a woman. You single handily were able to best me. Such a feat is no small matter. Many have tried and failed in the past. I accept your offer."

She seemed happy as she drew blood from her neck and let it run down her body. He started at the lowest point of the blood and ran his tongue up to the base of her neck and began to clamp his lips down at savored the irony taste in her blood. He felt his mind go into overdrive as he room began to fade away from him as he only focused on his Alpha's blood. He heard noises from her, but he continued to drink from her neck, pressing further in as his throat began to settle and the burning subsided. Wiping the blood from his lips with a heavily scratched arm.

"You're blood is quite divine, Serafina. I believe I could get used to this life. With you at my side, of course. I have no qualms against you. In fact, I am quite eager for you to show me the ways of your world. Together, I don't thing there is much that could stop us."

Author: Serafina, Posted: Mon Nov 6, 2017 8:42 PM, Post Subject: Cravings [P][R]

For a few moments, Serafina looked disappointed as Xerxez's body remained lifeless beneath her - though her eyes lit up the moment his body started to violently convulse.  If his body could withstand the convulsions and the spread of her venom throughout his veins, he would survive the change.  Slowly but surely, his body relaxed, and soon she could see his chest rise and fall with a shallow breath, a choking cough coming from his lips.  This was it - his life, his new life, was returning to his body.  Within moments, his eyes shot open, and Serafina's blood covered lips smiled at him as she looked down at him.

When he spoke to her in his crude tone, questioning her of what had happened, what she had done to him, and what she was, her smile faded.  She climbed off of him at that point, instead moving to lie on her side next to him, propping herself up on one arm.  Her hand reached out to cover his as he touched the part of his throat from which she had fed.  "Be mad all your want.  That will heal completely in no time," she said in a soft voice, before further addressing what he asked.  

"What did I do to you… I fed on you, and your blood was the most delicious blood I have ever tasted in my life," she said, licking her lips and tasting a bit of what remained.  "You are still alive because I have given you a new life.  You've been reborn… and now you're like me," she said rather simply.  "In your past life, a werebear.  Shifting, always on the full moon, maybe by choice," she said, revealing that she had figured that much out about him.  "But now, you are something so much more," she continued.  "You are Vaewolf," she said, pride audible in each syllable she spoke.  "You are neither werewolf nor vampire, but a far superior hybrid of the two, just as I am," she added.  "Your anger with me will subside when you let me show you the way of our world now," she said. 

She brought a hand to the side of his face, touching him in a much more gentle manner than she had originally.  "I am over two thousand years old," she said, her hand still resting on his cheek.  "My sire… I have been at his side for all of my time as vaewolf," she said.  "But the time has come where his priorities have shifted… and I've chosen you.  I have never sired before," she added, the tone of her voice noting that this was a rather momentous occasion for her. 

"Xerxez," she said, drawing out every syllable of his name as she spoke it.  "Your life before, what did it consist of?  Mercenary work, by the looks of you, maybe even killing for coin… but of course the loveless and endless line of fucking whore after whore every night, an empty promise," she began.  As she spoke, she leaned towards him, her lips dipping towards his neck, shoulder, and collarbone where blood from her bite still remained.  She gently lapped at the remnants, savoring the taste, while continuing to speak with him between such motions.  "Your life now will be so much more…  Oh, you'll still kill, you'll need to in order to survive… and of course, you'll still fuck," she continued, trailing off momentarily while she dragged her tongue over his collarbone, lapping up the remaining blood.  "But every step of the way you will be by my side and I by yours," she added, gazing up at him from her lowered position.  "We will shift together, hunt together, lie together… You will be the Beta to my Alpha," she said, the words giving way to the fact that this would be a great honor.  

She pulled away from him and shifted herself upwards slightly, propping up halfway into a sitting position.  "Unless you wish to venture into this newfound life on your own," she said simply, her lower lip pouting out ever so softly.  "But I must promise you, your life will be something you have never dreamed of, should you choose to share it with me," she continued, and as she spoke she drew her hand to her own neck, puncturing a small hole in her own throat.  A small trickle of blood came forth, and she tilted her head to one side.  "Consider this your invitation," she said, clearly offering her neck to him.  In vaewolf custom, a prodigy feeding from its sire would only strengthen their bond, but Serafina would not force her companionship on him.

Author: Xerxez, Posted: Mon Nov 6, 2017 7:35 PM, Post Subject: Cravings [P][R]

In a split second, Serafina's eyes ran a crimson red. She began licking her lips, fangs where they haven't been before, as she cut Xerxez chest and lapped up the blood. In a fucked up way, it turned him on, the way she moaned as she tasted his blood but his entire life never prepared him for the reality he was about to witness. Her face turned sinister as hand felt its way to his neck and began to tighten. Very shortly, he was having trouble taking in oxygen as she held her grip, his blood glistening off her lips. His gaze was never broken as his head was locked by her grip. He could see her mouth moving but couldn't make out the words exactly. She let go, allowing Xerxez to take a deep breath in before she bent down and ripped out a portion of his throat with her teeth. He let out a shrill scream, one he had never made before.

The pain was excruciating as she began to drink from his exposed throat. The world was moving slower, and his vision grew darker as he stopped struggling. Every now and then he would hear her giggle although his hearing was growing fainter by the minute. His eyes closed, the last image he saw alive was the naked Serafina covered in his blood with a devilish grin, blood dripping down from his chin. Gods, she's hot. Was the last living thought that entered and left his brain as he exhaled and stopped moving.

In his last moments, Serafina fed Xerxez her blood from her wrist and did what she could to encourage him to drink. He barely had enough mental energy to know that he was dying but as blood poured from the corners of his mouth he swallowed the metallic taste as Serafina shoved more of her blood down his mouth. Not to long after that, his heartbeat had stopped and he lay still on the bed with the vampire whore on top of her meal. In the cold silence that Xerxez was in his small life flashed before his eyes. A life focused on pleasures on obsession. He took what he wanted, just as Serafina took his life. He would fill his nights with whores and prostitutes, which ended up being his undoing.  If he was alive, he would've laughed at the irony.

After a few long moments, the cold of death was replaced with a burning sensation as his veins began to boil. His body began to shake and convulse furiously. Xerxez had no control of his body as it seized. He couldn't stop his body from throwing up as his body still flailed against the bed. But he could feel the burning as Serafina's venom coursed through out his body as his heart began to pump the venom all through out his body. It ran down his legs, into his feet and back up into his stomach. He could feel the venom boiling his insides it was pumped into his arms and fingers which felt like fire to him. Although no one could hear it, he was internally screaming as the venom burned him from the inside. But after the venom had made a full pass through out his body the burning subsided and Xerxez slowly gained his senses. One by one. First was touch. He could feel the air against his skin as taste was slowly making an appearance. One breath of air and he began choking on the dryness of the seedy tavern air. Eventually smell came back and the scent of blood filled his nose and burned his throat. Hearing came back as he could hear a giggle from the room and finally sight came back. He shot open his eyes to see Serafina covered in blood smiling at him. The last thing he saw dying was the first thing he saw reborn.

"You bitch. What exactly did you do to me?" He asked, taking a moment to recollect the horrible nightmare he had. "How am I still alive?" He put a hand up to his throat which had a patch of skin missing, but over all it had stopped bleeding and covered its self up on its own. "You're not some common bar prostitute. What the hell are you?"

Author: Serafina, Posted: Mon Nov 6, 2017 1:27 PM, Post Subject: Cravings [P][R]

The warning that Xerxez gave her of not being able to be saved from the bear explained everything to Serafina. The intoxicating scent of his blood was highly reminiscent of were blood - but different from any that Serafina had ever had the pleasure of tasting before. That being said, she had only ever fed from other vaewolves and from werewolves, and had never tasted the blood of another were - but now, she was going to, and the anticipation nearly made her mouth water.  A werebear would be a most delectable meal - and perhaps, this was the one she would chance turning.  The fatality rate among turning vaewolves was fairly high, but if she didn't turn him he was going to die regardless.  She knew that she would be incapable turning another werewolf… but a werebear?  Perhaps it was worth a try.

As he had his way with her, Serafina feigned pain when in fact she derived pleasure from each hit, each scratch, each bite, each torment.  When he pinned her down, her legs being pried open with his own, she let out a gasp - but it was at that moment he spoke the warning of taking his money's worth that she decided the tables would turn.  With a fluid movement and impossible speed, Serafina managed to break her wrists out of his grip and turn the tables, her delicate hand coming to his throat.  With ethereal strength she flipped him backward, his head now resting at the foot of the bed, and her naked body straddling his own, an intimate connection having been made in such a movement whether he chose it or not.  

Her hand remained on his throat as she looked down at him, and no matter how hard he tried to struggle there was no getting away.  Vaewolves were an ancient race filled with great power, and a simple were would not be able to overpower her.  The facade removed itself from her eyes and they burned a deep crimson, her head tilting to the side as she licked her lips, fangs now visible where her canines had once been.  "You'll be taking nothing," she purred, her free hand moving to drag a finger down his chest, her nail piercing his skin.  With a fluid movement, she leaned down, dragging her tongue across the wound she had created.  Sitting back up, she licked her lips, the taste of the small droplets of blood that had formed burning on her tongue. 

"I've eaten and fucked a number of weres in my long, long life," she said, her grip tightening on his throat.  "But never a bear," she added, narrowing her eyes slightly.  "You'll be my first," she added licking her lips, her tongue running across the tips of her fangs.  "If you're lucky, you'll learn what it means to be a true were, the most ancient of all… or you'll die.  Either way, I'll have my fun with you…" Her voice trailed off, and her eyes drifted to his throat, where her hand move from clutching his neck to pressing on his chest, her impeccable strength still capable of holding him down.  

Allowing him time to protest if she would, she finally smiled in an incredibly sinister yet somehow still seductive manner, and plunged her mouth to his neck, her fangs and teeth sinking in with ease.  With an animalistic growl she pulled back, tearing a chunk of his throat away, and hungrily plunged back down once more to consume the blood that now flowed freely from his neck.  She writhed her body against his, a moan of sheer ecstasy escaping her lips as both a result of her movement against him and the consumption of his blood.

She drank until his heartbeat nearly faded, and at that last moment, pulled her mouth away from his throat, biting into her own wrist, which she subsequently pressed to his lips.  It would take nothing more than a few drops touching his tongue to start the process, but she urged him with what little strength he had left to drink.  The change from mortal to vaewolf was much speedier of a process than that to a normal were or a vampire, and within moments she would know if he was going to survive the change.  As her wrist pressed to his mouth, she leaned down to his neck once more, lapping at the blood that still flowed, albeit much slower now, before pulling away from both his throat and her hand from his lips, looking down at his near-lifeless body with anticipation - waiting.  He would be her first to be sired, in over two thousand years, if it worked… and the anticipation was agonizing.

Author: Xerxez, Posted: Mon Nov 6, 2017 12:31 AM, Post Subject: Cravings [P][R]

Xerxez let her run her nails down his back, pleasuring the sting. She was equally as rough and he praised her as she pushed her self into him. As he got up and let her do what prostitutes do best he let out long moans and played with her hair. Every now and then, pulling on her hair. When she was done she plopped her self down onto the bed next to him and rubbed her hand over his chest. She made a remark on his aggresivness which he owes to the bear that flowed through his blood. He was never able to phase, but the blood ran deep in his veins and attributed to his anger and rough attitude. And her next request sent his blood boiling.

"Hurt me." She said shyly, playing coy with Xerxez. But he knew it was act and could feel the animal magnetism between the two.

"You're going down a deep rabbit hole, Serafina. But not enough to save you from the bear." He said with a grin. He brought her into a forceful kiss as he pressed his nails deep into her back before he pushed over and climbed on top of her, slapping her across the face forcefully. She let out a squeal as his hand found its way to her throat and tightened its grip as he pressed his lips against her agape mouth. He pulled away, and let her breath for air as he began to kiss his way down her body until he found his self at legs, biting at her ankles and thighs. Tracing his back up her body, he stopped right before her neck and bit down hard against her collar bone, enjoying the moans of pain and ecstasy she made.

He pushed his self up and climbed on top of her and begin biting down on her lip, tasting up the wine she had been drinking earlier. He kicked open her legs with his knees as he grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head, a tight grip around her wrists.

"I will be taking my money's worth, Serafina."

Author: Serafina, Posted: Sun Nov 5, 2017 11:56 PM, Post Subject: Cravings [P][R]

A sinister smile spread across Serafina's lips as the man who introduced himself as Xerxez bit at her neck, still sounding as though she were enjoying herself thoroughly.  Little did he know, the tables would shortly be turned and she would be the one sinking her fangs into his neck - but there was something about this one that made her want to continue the charade.  After he had partially undressed and lowered back down to her, his hands becoming rougher and rougher across her skin.  Internally, she had to remind herself after a moment that this was to be a victim, as the harsh groping made her think back to the many nights she had spent with Nemesis.

The bare skin of her chest, her corset and dress having been left behind on the floor before the pair had toppled to the bed, pressed against his.  She let out a soft moan, partially an act and partially out of enjoyment, as his teeth grazed her jaw.  When he had pulled away, whispering to her and asking what she wanted, she let out a breathy sigh.  At that moment, she toyed with two scenarios in her mind before deciding on how the evening was going to turn.  

She brought her hands to his back, dragging her nails across his skin lightly, arching her back so as to press her body further against him.  "If you're asking," she said, and gently pressed at his shoulders, urging him to raise up from her.  When he obliged, she got him to lie back on the bed and Serafina crawled up his body, her lips finding his neck.  Out of his line of sight, her eyes flashed red as she could smell the blood coursing through the veins of his neck, and she willed them back to blue, regaining her composure.  In two thousand years, she had learned to control her bloodlust, but the scent of his blood was intoxicating to her.  There was something different to it than the other men she had feasted upon, and it made her all the more eager to taste him - but the time was not right, not yet.

Fumbling slightly, she managed to undo the pants he wore and worked at pulling them off of him.  When he was completely exposed to her, she busied herself for several minutes between his legs, doing things that prostitutes were rather well known for.  After a while, she sat back up and reclined on the bed next to him after she was well enough sure that she had gotten him riled up, and looked at him, running a hand down her own body.

"You seem to like being aggressive," she said in a seductive tone.  "Get your money's worth," she continued.  "Hurt me," she said, though it came across as a request rather than a command.  She did her best to sound shy and timid about the request, though internally she was excited in anticipation.  She wanted to see if he would - she wanted to see if he had more to him than the others - and she wanted to know what it was in his blood that she could smell that set him apart from the others.

Author: Xerxez, Posted: Sun Nov 5, 2017 11:21 PM, Post Subject: Cravings [P][R]

He enjoyed this one, with her giggling and her eagerness. He complied with her, helping her up the stairs making sure she didn't fall over before the good part and retrieving the key in her bosoms. As they entered the room she began to undo her corset as she asked his name.

"It's Xerxez." He replied. With a mischievous grin he continued, "But you wont need to call me that tonight, Serafina, babe will do." He growled as he placed the money on a bedside table and helped her undo her corset. He grabbed her head and pulled her into a hungry kiss as his free hand explored what Serafina had to offer. He ran his hand through her hair and suddenly grabbed a hand full and yanked her away. With a forceful shove, he pushed the blonde beauty onto the bed and climbed over her, as he began to bite at her neck. He soaked in her giggles and awes as he had his way with her.

He broke contact, as he straddled over her legs and began to take off his garbs. His bare chest was muscular and toned. Many scars from previous battles blemished his lower abdomen. The whore began to trace his scars with the tips of her fingers going lower and lower until she stopped at the hem of his pants. Throwing the shirt aside he lowered his self again, biting the jaw line of Serafina as hands ran up and down her body. Every pass he made with his hands he would grow rougher and began to scratch. He tore away and whispered seductively into her ear. 

"Tell me, Serafina. What would you like me to do with you?"

Author: Serafina, Posted: Sun Nov 5, 2017 10:56 PM, Post Subject: Cravings [P][R]

After what seemed like hours of waiting, a patron had finally seemed to take notice of her and had approached her. As he approached and laid the silver on the bar rather covertly, she looked up at him rather coyly with a little giggle and took another drink of her wine, setting the cup down just as the stranger roughly grabbed her arm. She gave a soft, playful yelp as he did so, tipping forward slightly off the stool. This caused her to lean into him, feigning inebriation even further upon standing.

"No need to take me home," she said in a sultry tone, intentionally adding a slight slur to her words. She eyed the silver beneath his hand as though she were making sure it was enough for her services, ever playing the whore. "Got a room right… up… there…" She pointed towards the stairs that lead to the inn rooms above the tavern, before taking the same finger she pointed with and reaching up, dragging it down the side of his face in a rather suggestive manner, being sure to run it across her lower lip and trailing down his chest before dropping her hand to her side.

She grabbed her wine glass from the bar with her free hand, her other arm still caught in his grasp, and drained it, setting it clumsily back on the counter. Managing to slide her arm out of his grasp, she took him by the hand in the fashion of the other prostitutes peppering the tavern and lead him towards the stairs, and towards the room she had secured. Of course, her method of hunting as of late did not allow her to bring her victims back to the Volkov Manor - she was unsure whether or not Nemesis would agree, and while she rarely cared what Nemesis thought, she was a bit more sensitive to the topic as of late.

When the pair reached the door to her room, she fumbled with her bodice, attempting to retrieve a key which she had tucked into her ample cleavage. "Don't suppose you could find the key for me, could you?" she asked him, looking up at him with a seductive glint in her eyes. As he obliged, dipping his hand between her breasts to retrieve the key, she let out a bit of a sigh, clearly intent on riling him up before they had even entered the room.

Upon entering the room, she stumbled towards the foot of the large bed towards the center, turning to face him.  "Don't suppose you could tell a girl your name?" she asked in a sultry tone as she began unlacing the sides of her corset, her eyes on him all the while.  She had to admit to herself, he was easy on the eyes… and she always got a thrill when they were a bit rough from the get-go.  "I am called Serafina… but for the right price, you can call me whatever you like," she added, allowing her corset to slip a bit lower as she unlaced it.  She found herself hoping that his roughness was not just for show and that he would be a good one to put up a fight - she was going to take her time with this one, and draw it out as long as she could.

Author: Xerxez, Posted: Sun Nov 5, 2017 10:34 PM, Post Subject: Cravings [P][R]

Xerxez found him self in the Isles tonight. His work never allowed him a permanent place to call home. Some days he would be in Canalux, but others he would be in Paparov. It wasn't bad necessarily, in fact, he quite enjoyed it. He could cause all the ruckus he would want and be gone for a few week only to return and continue the cycle. Finding lodging was easy. Many seedy taverns and inns had plenty most of the time. Sometimes he would spend his company in the home of a whore as long as he payed for each night. It wasn't a bad lifestyle for the mercenary. He was able to experience all the world had to offer him. Contracts came by easily, different lodging were close to different bars, and the prostitutes were more than surly enough. 

Today's haul was quite a catch. It was a simple protection job, covering a wagon of goods from one spot to the other. But fortunately for Xerxez a competitor had approached him and offered more money than the original job. So he lead the wagon through a forest and abandoned it when his employers arrived and destroyed the wagon. He was payed very handsomely and figured he had enough to pay for a lady friend for the night. The bar he was currently in was loud with shouting drunk patrons gambling and the bards encouraging the madness with their songs. Xerxez dressed up for the occasion, making self look pretty enough. His shaggy black hair hung down to his brown eyes. He wore his usual attire, black garbs and a black pair of leather pants. His strong jaw line had stubble growing from the sides that complimented his rugged look.

He had his eyes on a wide variety of whores. He was originally planning on a brown haired woman, but unfortunately he was turned off when she started vomiting. A blonde by the bar had catched his attention. She was fidgeting every now and then, seeing if a customer would come her way.  She was swaying from side to side as she sipped on her wine. She was his type as well. Blonde, cleavage, wore clothing pronouncing said cleavage, Beautiful. He decided to not miss his chance as a few he had picked had been nabbed away as he finalized the winners. He made his way to the woman, reaching into his pocket taking a handful of silver and placing it on the bar with his palm over it. He lifted it up slightly so the prostitute would see had the money for the night.

"You don't look to well there, beautiful. Maybe you should slow down a bit." He flashed a toothy grin at the escort and grabbed her by the arm quite tightly. "Or maybe, I just take you home and make sure you get tucked in." He growled.

"Bartender. She's done for the night. Put it on my tab."

Author: Serafina, Posted: Sun Nov 5, 2017 9:46 PM, Post Subject: Cravings [P][R]

So this is what I've come to… feeding on the bottom of the trough.

Serafina's thoughts echoed through her mind as she sat at one of the many taverns in Kurayo, a glass of a dark red wine on the bartop in front of her.  Her nights of hunting with Nemesis had been few and far between since the news of Celeste being with child had come to light - an ill-fated notion in Serafina's opinion.  Celeste took up much of Nemesis' time, and Serafina found herself mildly annoyed with such.  

Her irrational anger as it was, she had taken to patrolling the cities seedier establishments in search of a warm body to toy with and feed on, each night leading to another victim, another lifeless body left in an alleyway to rot.  She did not feed to satiate the hunger at this point, oh no, but for the brief sense of superiority over the men from which she drained.  She felt in control once again - a feeling that had all but left her when she learned of the news that her fellow Alphas were having a baby.  It was not jealousy that she felt - she had no desire to procreate in such a manner.  It was something that she had not felt in over two thousand year - Serafina felt loneliness.

The ruse was all the same each night - she would drink enough where anyone watching her would assume that she would be well on her way to drunk.  Little did the unsuspecting know, alcohol had no effect on her race - vaewolves were damn near impervious to everything.  Like clockwork, some man would approach her and proposition her.  Some were polite about it and complete gentlemen.  She found that boring, and those kills were quick and clean.  Then, there were those who would approach her forcefully, becoming violent once the pair had retired to a room in the inn.  She would let them go at her for a while, hitting, beating, violating… and then, she would overpower them.  Those kills were slow, agonizing… she took her time with those.

In the back of her mind, Serafina knew she was looking for someone in particular - she was unaware specifically who that was.  It was not necessarily for someone to replace Nemesis, but perhaps it was for someone to fill the void that took over when he was absent.  Thus far, however, she had been rather unsuccessful - those with the violent and roguish propensities had simply no intelligence to offer, and that was something she deemed necessary.  So, it became a game to her… how many consecutive nights could she kill until she felt satisfied?

With a sigh, she drained her cup of wine, ordering another from the bartender.  At least it had a decent taste, unlike some of the swills that she had been imbibing. She feigned a drunken giggle at the barkeep when he returned with her order, placing far too much silver on the bartop.  Taking her newly filled cup, she spun on her barstool to look out at the establishment, surveying her surroundings.  She was dressed in rather fine attire, though a bit more scandalously than a noblewoman would be.  Ample cleavage was visible from her tight red corset, the black skirt flowing out around her.  The thin straps of the top matched the black of the skirt, with one slipping slightly down her shoulder - she was the perfect image of a drunken whore - the exact image she intended to give off in order to bring someone in.  She leaned back against the bartop, sipping on her wine, waiting for the moment when inevitably she would be approached.