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Thread: Blood Bonds and Violent Passions (Myself and Makeupedzombie)

His cold hands around my neck done the same there as it did with my arm, make it numb with a hollow wanting feeling. A sort of craving almost. His presence weighing down on me made it hard to move my body. No mater how hard I wanted to. For a brief second when I felt the cold kiss of the knife against my throat I felt pure and raw fear. I didn't want to die. My mind and body knew that. Life was what they wanted, the question was... would life still be worth wanting if this vampire had his way with me? That was something I wasn't sure about so it wasn't a thought to dwell on. At the moment I had to deal with this thing hanging onto my neck. Making my body desire it. He was going to kill my girl. Would you let another vampire have his hands on me... since you've decided you want me? My acting skills were good, I slipped back into the cool and cocky girl who wasn't afraid of the blade at her neck, such a rouse, I doubt it. You'd kill any vampire or human who stood in your way of having me. What makes you so angry? That we're the same in that sense? I smirked a little. Happy with how my words had come out. Leaning into his knife a little more, bringing me closer to his face and feeling the slight pressure, ready to bite across my skin if I made one wrong move. I was close enough that the quiet breath of my words could be felt against his skin, Well, I did say I'd be right back didn't I?Pet, huh not sure I'll get used to being called that? When he told me about his last human I really did start to get nervous. I knew the hearts of vampires were cruel ones but this one seemed to revel in his cruelty. What had I gotten myself into.
Thread: Blood Bonds and Violent Passions (Myself and Makeupedzombie)

Nero just chuckled. That was not anger. Merely observation. My anger is a lot more violent. He commented. You'll get used to it, pet. Unless you'd rather me call you slut or slave. He mused further. Now. You're going to walk with me down this street to my home. A nice manor not five blocks from here. I like having a private home away from the Capitoline Area, and that is where we will go. He said, the knife vanishing into his coat, his hand now wrapping around her arm as she led her from the bar and out onto the dark and rainy street. Also, for the record, he wasn't going to kill you little ladyfriend. He was simply going to taste her... Once we vampires have a taste for someone, they aren't hard to find again. A lot like how a wolf can smell prey. He said softly, eyes watching her, then the shadows of the street, then her again. And it would have had the additional effect of making her into a nice blood whore. He added, not caring what effect those words might have on her. His grip on her shifted, moving from holding her arm to wrapping his around her, hand on her hip, her warm body against his cool one. His directed thrall spun around her, thick with his masculine scent. I'm sure you'll come to enjoy your life with me. After all, a life of pure pleasure, pain, and ecstasy can't be that bad, hm? He chuckled free hand playing across her throat as they walked.
Thread: Blood Bonds and Violent Passions (Myself and Makeupedzombie)

His laughter wasn't light hearted. It had a darker more oppressing weight to it and it genuinely filled me with dread. If you weren't angry, then why press a knife to my neck when I'm clearly an unarmed citizen? I knew the answer, all humans did. That we were easy to kill and that we responded best when pressed with fear of our life and loved ones. This was often how the vampires controlled, brainwashed and persuaded humans to become their slaves, minions and sex toys. To them we were nothing more than a toy that could be thrown away once broken or crumpled. Which is apparently the case with this high vampire official. Can you not just call me by my name? Pet... that was not a word I would get used to. It left a horrible taste in my mouth. When he mentioned what his vampire soldier was wanting to do to McKenzie, my mind snapped into concentrated interest. Even with his hand on the bare skin of my arm, - giving ever cell his touch lingered on a thought and want of its own. He couldn't touch her. He had to let her go, Can't I just have you to myself? I purred, the sensation in my arm and now my neck causing this, with his cool touch there too. You don't need her, I had to try to keep my focus and my mind straight, no matter how much his touch messed with my senses. Let her go, leave her be and you can have me, for yourself...you're minion deserved it anyway. For vampire standards he was very unattractive...unlike yourself. It was hard to get my word out straight with my neck, arm and body as his arm shifted place, going through this strange dark and magical motion. How far would flattery get me with this one? We continued to walk down the street in that way. His arm snaked around my body and his other hands fingers skirting along the untainted flesh of my neck. I couldn't die with him. I couldn't leave Kenzie alone, not after her old clan just got ravaged and I got her attacked by one of the highest vampires in their unusual society. Was she being tracked? Was she okay? My legs felt weakened, perhaps from his touch. The night air was cool however and that helped to keep my mind as sharp as it could be with my head in a haze.
Thread: The Pleasure Flower [ Salanis Bluestar x Mystearica ]

Veronica Beech had never been a thin girl since she started developing into a woman, she couldn't help it, her whole family were much larger than her, and she had done the best she could to get the weight down. It had left her lonely most nights, with only a few men who where attracted to a heavier set woman. One thing was for sure though, it was her looks that got her job, as part of the port authority for the interstellar trade commission, working on one of the largest space docks that served as a mandatory hub for over a hundred different hyperspace routes. Veronica had helped find more than a few smuggling berths in her career, having a sixth sense of things, since her father had been a ship designer most of his life, mainly cargo vessels, allowing her to take a subjective look at a ship and start scanning. Tonight though was different, she had more than fifteen ships backed up on the manifest, none of them able to continue on with their transits due to a stupid mistake at dock control. More than five captains had screamed at her like it was her fault, when all she was did was her job. This ship captain and his crew seemed aggravated, but different, it was like there was something off about them, something that didn't immediately jump out to her. It was a large ship, no doubt there, designed for huge equipment and smaller ships to be transferred, and they had been on route since their pick up point for more than 30 light years. Splitting up with her partner, for they were both in a hurry to get the scan of the ship finished and get it off of the docks, for if it got done it would mean that they could get five ships in to check all at once, instead of one big ship. That was when she found it, a blip in her scanner, a void in the hull. At first she thought it was an error, for her instinct told her that there was nothing but additional shielding on that side of the ship, but as she came by it again, she punched a few buttons on her scanner, having it try a few brute access codes, before the whole side of the wall she was standing by slid open, walking cautiously into it, seeing almost six different containment shields, each of them covering a room, her data pad automatically telling her to take risk and call back up for six Class 1 Alien entities. Class 1 meaning deadly.
Thread: The Pleasure Flower [ Salanis Bluestar x Mystearica ]

Captain Kron was nervous -- but of course he was. His ship had traveled a long way across the galaxy with a very special cargo aboard. There were a lot of creatures in the universe that no one was aware of, strange beasts tucked away on far flung planets, and it was a rare breed of smuggler that actually sought to poach or otherwise ship those types of creatures. Often they carried deadly pathogens, and sometimes... they just liked the taste of human flesh a little too much, and would go into a frenzy upon discovering that humans had landed on their planet. More than one ship had been found floating in dead space, a class 1 organism among the bodies having eventually died of starvation. It was even worse when those damn ITC drones started poking around. He'd managed to have his ship built well enough to hide just about anything, having been a successful smuggler of many years. But he'd heard about this one. Beech, the one who liked to clog the port up with irate captains, having discovering something anomalous about their ship. So Kron had had two of his crewmen shadow Veronica around the ship, staying just out of sight. If she saw anything, she was to be... taken care of. It was much to their surprise and delight when the woman actually did find something. She wasn't their type -- she had a pretty face, but the doughy stomach and the like didn't really do it for them. But they had something on board whose type she DEFINITELY was. As the panel of the ship suddenly pulled apart revealing the hidden storage bay,the two men stepped suddenly behind her. Hey, Beech, one of the two thugs, broad in the shoulders and broad of grin, what'd ya find there? he asked, one large hand going over her pretty little mouth. His other hand scrabbled at the front of her uniform, gripping at her tits roughly through the material before his hand found the zipper, dragging it down. He was marching her forward into the storage bay as his compatriot went ahead of them, typing in buttons on a particular containment cell. Off came the jacket, and then he had her against the wall, forcibly stripping her of the rest of her clothes as the containment shield went down. Here, I can help ya take a nice look, he said, smacking her ass once as he pulled her pants down, tearing through the pants and leaving her in nothing but her shoes as the containment cell's door opened, shoving her into the dark room beyond that smelled an awful lot like late summer. With a low bzzzzz , the shield went back on.
Thread: The Pleasure Flower [ Salanis Bluestar x Mystearica ]

Veronica should of known better, as she was just about to hit the emergency button on her scanning screen, when she heard the voice, turning to look at the man who had spoken up. A faint scream was given before she felt that large hand close over her mouth, her smaller form fighting and thrashing as she tried to get away. The pad and scanner dropped from her hands as one hand went up to the wrist of the hand at her mouth, her other hand grasping the hand that was groping at her chest. A painful whimper escaped her as he handled her breasts roughly, before the tight uniform, which provided excellent protection against both blunt objects and blaster fire, suddenly became lose as the zipper was pulled. Whimpering and crying out against the hand, her feet dragged across the smooth floor of the ship, her eyes tracking the other male as he started to work on the panel next to one of the containment cells. A heavy scream, muffled by his hand was given, hoping her partner would hear her as she realized that she was going to be put in with one of those aliens, legs actively lifting as she tried to kick her captors legs. A rough cough was given as the wind was knocked out of her as she was shoved against the wall, feeling her breasts falling free of the suit, hearing the words, whimpering as her clothes were forcibly removed. Her mind went through a quick assessment of the situation, which was part of her training. They were taking her clothes off. If it was an alien that would kill with liquid, gas or biological pathogens, of which there were a great deal in the system, with more being found every day, they wouldn't of taken her clothes off. With that thought she started crying, actively fighting back as if her life depended on it, of which it did. She struggled one last time as she was shoved into the room, with nothing but her shoes on, for the uniform was not designed for undergarments, as it was designed specifically for the person it was issued to, acting as if a thick second skin. Turning rapidly, she cried out as her hands hit the hard light force field, a totally see through shield, unless if you looked at it from the edges. Let me out of here you bastards! You can't do this! My partner will find me! Turning about rapidly, her bare ass pressed against the field, smelling the strong pungent aroma of flowers, like the late bloom of the flowers at the end of the season on the nearby planet.
Thread: The Pleasure Flower [ Salanis Bluestar x Mystearica ]

A voice staticked across the intercom, a camera's lens focusing in on her from the corner, getting a good shot of everything going on No, they won't. We'll deal with them, too. And with that, the voice was gone, the camera returning to a neutral state so that it could see everything that was about to unfold on Veronica. After all, they could probably make a killing off of the sale of some hot alien porn... not that they weren't already making a killing, so to speak. There was a deep groan from the middle of the cell as something... moved. It was a massive and bulbous plant, looking like a blossom that had yet to bloom. Massive leaves spread out over the floor around the base of the organism, thick vines forming a tangled undergrowth that made it seem like this part of the ship had given way entirely to jungle. And slowly... those vines were making their way over to her. They were thick and very slick-looking, coming at her three or four at a time. It would be possible to crush and strike back some of the vines, but after a time they started to lash out more fiercely, striking at her ankles and her wrists, attempting to stall her attempts at escape and to immobilize her in the plant's grasp. The slickness would be cool on bare skin, and also something... something else. Something that caused a little bit of tingling, an immediate reaction to the plant's secretions that were designed specifically to drive a female wild...
Thread: The Pleasure Flower [ Salanis Bluestar x Mystearica ]

It didn't take but a moment for Veronica to see the camera up in the corner, her voluptuous bosom rising up and down as she heard the voice come out of an intercom, sobbing faintly at the sound, her head turning to look around at the two thugs, who she couldn't even see anymore. It wasn't like they were needed, as she couldn't see any internal pads. Maybe she should of opted for that elective surgery which would of put cybernetic wetworking into her, which would of allowed her to remotely drop the shield. The thought was quickly dispelled as she let out a whimpering sob, seeing the mass of darkness in the poorly lit room, seeing a giant flower that rose up out of the center of a bunch of floral mass, a heavy out crying sob escaping her lips. She remembered the vids that she was forced to see when tell of a new type of alien plant life was discovered being smuggled in a ship. Even the ITC had gotten a hold of several videos and even a dead flower to figure out what it did. It was a sexual impath, and it was called the Pleasure Flower. Every female had been required to watch the videos, just to impress the danger of what looked like a beautiful plant. Her boots did lash out as she stopped several of the vines, whimpering and sobbing as she screamed out in the containment cell. Let me out of here you assholes! Don't leave me to this thing, please! I won't tell anyone I found it! As more of the slime hit her body, her breathing was growing irregular, she could feel the toxin flowing through her, even noticing that she was growing quite warm and wet along her own feminine flower. It was enough of a distraction that the vines would finally get a hold of her wrists and legs, a crying visibly now. Please noooo....
Thread: The Pleasure Flower [ Salanis Bluestar x Mystearica ]

There were no more voices, no more sounds from outside at all, really -- Veronica had been left entirely alone except for the specimen in the middle of the cell... The tendrils moved faster and faster, seeming to be touching upon her primarily to get a good idea of how her body was laid out, establishing some sort of connection that came through the thin ooze that could drive any human female wild with pleasure... The tendrils lashed out suddenly, two wrapping around each wrist and pushing them suddenly back against the side of the field. With her arms immobilized, it took only a scant second for the tendrils to lash out at her ankles, grabbing hold tightly to them. All at once, pressure was exerted as the curvy officer was suddenly pressed hard against the side of the cell, slowly pushing her up the side and pinning her to the wall, some two feet off the ground. More tentacles were moving, wrapping around her thick thighs and one even going around her soft stomach, making sure she was well wrapped in its bindings. Give in... it's okay... They weren't thoughts, for the plant was no telepath. They were feelings, given form by human understanding and told in brief glimpses of sensation and thought. Of phallic tendrils pounding her sweet pussy and ass, of pints of soothing aphrodisiac spurting down her throat, of gentle leaves touching upon every inch of her body, all phantom sensations that the plant wasn't hinting at -- it was a promise, spurred by the effects of the cooling lubricant. One tendril, thicker than the ones that held her, slowly brushed along the side of her cheek, the very end prodding at her soft red lips. Below, another was running along the inside of her thigh, brushing slowly across her warm pussy lips...
Thread: The Pleasure Flower [ Salanis Bluestar x Mystearica ]

Veronica whimpered and cried, her wrists banging on the force field, hoping that those thugs had forgotten her scanning equipment where she had dropped them. If they had, her personal locator was in there, and as long as it was on the ship, dock control wouldn't let the ships pass. Her body was quivering as the tendrils moved along her form, feeling that ooze coating as it covered her skin, her breathing accelerating as she felt the toxins soaking in further, her head shaking from side to side as she still struggled. A scream left her lips as her wrists were pinned to the shield, her whimpering turning to a soft sob, as she watched the tendrils grab a hold of her ankles, before feeling herself being pushed up the wall itself, her ass sliding smoothly against that field. Help me! Geoffrey! Help! She should of never broken up with her partner, but rather stayed with him as was rules and regulations. Thighs quivered as she watched true tentacles as they started to grab a hold of her, her eyes looking at the closed flower in the center of the room, realizing that those few nightmares that she had after watching the video on this particular alien was no doubt about to come true. Veronica suddenly stopped as she heard a voice. Eyes frantically looked around the room for another human, then stopped as her eyes widened in horror as she realized it came from the plant. Then she gave a womanly gasp, something beyond just a normal physical sound but suggested something lewd and sexual. Her mind fought against those mental visuals, her body getting further aroused at just the thought of it. That is when she felt them, a tentacle stroking along her cheek, just out of her sight. As the tentacle came into her sight she closed her mouth tightly, turning her head away, not wanting the disgusting thing in her mouth, but she couldn't help the feeling of the one going up her thighs, causing a muffled moan to come out from her closed mouth and lips. As the tentacle started to work on her sex though, she struggled fruitlessly, the feeling erotically appealing, fighting to keep her mouth closed amidst the feeling. It had been over a year since she had last gotten laid, and that was from a freighter pilot that liked his girls to be something more than rail thin stick figures.
Thread: The Pleasure Flower [ Salanis Bluestar x Mystearica ]

The tentacles seemed to adapt quickly to her body, understanding the way it curved and the way sensual electricity roiled through her veins with each touch to those sensitive areas. The tentacle continued to roll slowly along her lips, not even truly seeking entrance but rather gently roll backwards and forwards over them, slicking her ruby lips with the cool, potent aphrodisiac. It begged for her to taste it, to just stick her tongue out and see how wonderful it could all be. Elsewher,e the tentacles were merciless. It seemed almost tender, the way one tentacle slowly slid sideways across the gentle swell of her stomach, the way two smaller tendrils slowly reached out, gently beginning to wrap tight around her warm, soft breasts. The very tips of those tendrils flicked across her pale pink nipples, flicking one way and then the other before they slowly wrapped around the nipple itself, squeezing ever-so-softly. The one between her leg continued to roll slowly up and down her pussy lips, pulling away after a long moment to aim directly at her clit. It started slowly, the very tip pressing against the clit, and as warm and loving as a tongue it slid up and then down, letting her feel just how girthy the tentacle was. It wanted her -- in every leaf, in every root, in every little tendril, that need for her body thrummed. But it was more insidious than that. Just fucking her would get the job done... eventually. But it seduced, it touched and trailed and flicked and did everything a loving man could do and more.
Thread: The Pleasure Flower [ Salanis Bluestar x Mystearica ]

Found her resistance waning, as her body was starting to lean into those tentacles, her own natural sexual drive being used against her, her eyes looking at that closed bud, and knowing that soon she would be inside of the flower itself. The thought terrified her, but as the tendrils and tentacles were real it was also incredibly erotic, which made her realize that the aphrodisiac was starting to truly get into her mind now. The aphrodisiac was all over her lips now, she could feel it seep past her closed lips, the little bit that got through tasting all sorts of levels of sweet, without being sickly so. It was enough to cause her to gasp, which would of allowed the tentacle more than a chance to slide in. Veronica didn't dare look at her own body, not like she truly needed to with the way that the tentacles were tormenting her. She could feel her breasts getting wrapped up in those tentacles, her sensitive stomach quivering as well as a tentacle slid about it. It didn't take much for her nipples to harden though, feeling the tendrils as they wrapped around her breasts making them stand out, giving the tendrils the nipples to play with. Soft shudders shook her form with each tweak of her nipples, moans and gasps mixing with her soft sobbing as she was sexually tormented. Her eyes widened though as she felt the tentacle at her pussy center in on her clit. The last man she had been with having to only play with that particular budding jewel of her womanhood the last time for only a few moments before she had got rocked into an orgasm. It wasn't much different here, as her hips started to actively rock and pull away from the tentacle and the sensations it was pushing onto her. She knew she didn't have long, as a blossoming warmth developed within her belly, no doubt amplified from the aphrodisiac.