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Thread: Blood by the Cross (Morathor/Hamadryad)

Even with his teeth buried in her shoulder, Delacroix couldn't help grinning at Adalene's futile struggling. In fact, for her it was surely worse than useless--thrashing against his unyielding jaws served only to further tear her delicate flesh, expanding her wounds and letting still more blood flow. He watched the blood trickle down her shoulder with some interest, the crimson spreading across her pale skin, staining the pristine white lace of her dress. That was alright. He didn't think much of this dress would survive his attentions anyway. He didn't drink too deeply. He never did he preferred to feed lightly from many people. Less risk of killing them, and they weren't too weak afterward for whatever else he had planned for them. And he had so much planned for Adalene. Still, what he did take from Adalene was probably enough to leave her weak and light-headed--as if she weren't already. He pulled his teeth out of her skin and let out a satisfied sigh, his breath now hot as it rolled over her bare shoulder. Mmm... my Adalene... His voice was soft, almost soothing. He licked his lips before giving her a kiss on the cheek, reveling in the salty taste of her tears. It hurts, I know. It doesn't matter. What is pain to a faithful servant? He nuzzled his face into her ear and groaned hungrily. And you are faithful, aren't you, Adalene. It was a statement, more than a question. You deserve a reward, don't you think? Delacroix gripped the shoulders of her dress in both hands and pulled them in opposite directions, slowly, inexorably. The garment gave way little by little, with soft ripping sounds, until finally the neckline was wide enough to slip over both of Adalene's shoulders. Delacroix ran his hands along her shoulder blades, then around to her front. He cupped both hands over her breasts, squeezing them through the bloody dress before sliding it down a few more inches, exposing her pale bosom to the open air. He bent his head back to her shoulder, beginning to lick her clean of blood.
Thread: Blood by the Cross (Morathor/Hamadryad)

The maid didn't resist for long. Soon she felt herself wearied by the loss of blood, the world a fuzzy mess of dizziness. Though, she managed to notice that he had stopped. What was he? Some sort of creature of the night? Was that why he made her remove the cross? She felt in danger, scared, yet also so intrigued. Adalene couldn't believe the implications of her thoughts, Delacroix was just so alluring, despite what he had done. Her weight fell backward into him in her dizzied state, leaning on him heavily. She felt the soft brush of his lips, the stickiness of her blood being left atop her cheekbone. Once again, all she could think about was him. As he spoke, she felt her mind bending to his will, felt herself wanting whatever he had to give, even if it meant the bite again. She knew it was wrong, unholy, yet she wanted it anyway. She didn't respond to the Baron, only giving slight, tired nods, her mouth hanging agape slightly in her trance like, dazed state. Truthfully, she barely felt her dress being torn and pulled down along her shoulders, falling outward and hanging limp at her waist as her sizeable bust cascaded free of it. She felt his tongue, though, so vividly too as his rough taste buds slid across her skin, lapping at her blood and cleaning her of the crimson fluid. She felt an itching inside of her, between her thighs, her body ran hot with lust as her skin flushed a light red.
Thread: Blood by the Cross (Morathor/Hamadryad)

He reached his hands up to her breasts, giving them a rough squeeze before beginning to knead them more gently. He caught her nipples expertly in the clefts between his fingers, pinching them as he shifted her breasts up and down. The wound in her throat had all but stopped bleeding it was as clean as he could get it. He pulled away and licked his lips again, then ran his tongue along her cheek, clearing away the smear of blood he had left before. He slid his left hand away from her bosom, squeezing more roughly with his right to make up for its absence. His fingers traced over her collarbone and up her throat, until he cupped her cheek in his hand and turned her head to face him. His bottomless black eyes gazed into her crystal blue ones. For a few seconds, he simply admired her beauty, the lusty tint of her skin, the feel of her breath against his skin. Then he leaned in to kiss her open mouth, his tongue slithering between her parted lips and dancing expertly around hers. He slid his hand down from her cheek, around to the back of her neck, slipping it between their two bodies--with the way she was leaning against him, she would surely feel its descent down her back. Soon he was running his hand down the back of her skirt, lifting up the layers of lace to cup her buttock in his palm. He gave her rump a squeeze as his other hand clamped down on her breast. Then, ever so slowly, he slipped his hand down and forward, between her thighs.
Thread: Blood by the Cross (Morathor/Hamadryad)

Adalene sighed longingly as the Baron explored her body. She giggled softly in her tranced state as he took a nipple between his fingers. She'd never done anything like this before, truly, but it all came so naturally to her. Her plump little buttocks pressed backward against his groin as he turned her head aside, their lips locking together and tongues engaging in a loving dance. She felt his now warm hand sliding down her back, lifting her skirts and squeezing the soft flesh of one of her cheeks. Then there was his other hand, which crept down along her flat stomach and between her thighs. Please, she uttered breathlessly as it found its way under her skirts, the long flowing hem now lifted up so that her thighs and the moist lips between them were revealed to the world. She gasped as he reached for her lady parts, thick thighs squeezing together as she breathed hot air into his mouth. The maid had no idea of the pleasures yet to come.
Thread: Blood by the Cross (Morathor/Hamadryad)

He doubted her intention in pressing her legs together was to keep him out--in fact, he doubted that anything as coherent as an 'intention' was left in her mind, but even so he made a point to slip his hand between her legs, knuckles wedged between her flesh. He lovingly stroked the slick curves of her inner thigh. Delacroix pulled his mouth away from hers ever so slighty, only to close his needle-sharp teeth on her soft lower lip. He gave it a short, sharp tug that very nearly drew blood before releasing it and plunging back into a breathless kiss. Below, his hand began to make its way back up to her exposed sex. He relished the moistness that flowed from her slit, the heat that radiated off it. Such wanton desire from such an innocent girl... Delacroix felt such a rush of power, making Adalene so completely his. He ran two fingers up and down her lower lips, before slipping one between them. He worked it in slowly, twisting back and forth as her body swallowed the first joint, then the second. Finally he drove his finger in to the knuckle with one sharp push that shook her entire pelvis and pressed her rear all the more tightly against his groin. She could surely feel his manhood, hard and eager and straining against his thin, tight breeches.
Thread: Blood by the Cross (Morathor/Hamadryad)

Adalene squinted slightly as the fingers brushed along her delicate lips, the Baron slickening himself with her fluids. She gasped as he parted her lips with his finger, probing at her sensitive wet insides. She felt as though there were butterflies in her stomach as he twisted and turned his finger, playing at her ticklish insides playfully. Then he forced it in to the knuckle. A yelp escaped the maids lips as he plunged into her tight wetness, her lips pulling away from his. She moaned as he continued to play with her insides, her legs quivering from the enjoyment. And the hardness pressed against her rear through those thin pants, she just had to feel it. A hand slid down his front, toying at the hem of his pants before delving into them, grasping at the hot thickness. The Baron's cock throbbed as she grasped it in her hand, stroking it along the length and getting a feel for its curves and veins, it felt so good . Her head rolled back onto his shoulder as he played with her parts, her hand squeezing around his cock akin to her eyelids closing. Her mouth hung agape, erotic sounds of pleasure escaping it.
Thread: Blood by the Cross (Morathor/Hamadryad)

Delacroix opened his mouth to laugh, but what came out was instead a hungry groan. He had not anticipated that Adalene would grab him like this. Briefly, he wondered whether she might have more experience than he had given her credit for. But no, if her initial demeanor, or her outburst about propriety had not been enough, the curiosity and wonder with which she explored his shaft would have made it abundantly clear she had never known this sort of intimacy. It was almost a waste with her looks and natural instincts, she might have made a much better living at a brothel than as a maid. And she almost certainly wouldn't have become a vampire's prey. But then, she didn't seem to mind. And really, who could appreciate her like Delacroix would? It was for the best, then, that she was his, and his alone. You want it, don't you. Once again, though his words asked a question, his tone made it a statement of fact, as irrefutable as the color of the sky. What would you give up, Adalene, to be filled by this? A slight buck of his hips slid his shaft back and forth through her grip, while pressing both his cock and his fingers harder against her rear and innards, respectively. Your virtue, your family, your very soul? The hand not currently exploring her passage strayed upward, running fingertips over her smooth skin, kneading her breast and pinching her nipple briefly in passing, before settling delicately around her slim throat. He squeezed gently with every breath she took. Have some patience, Adalene. You're not ready for that. He slid his fingers nearly all the way out of her, angling his hand down so his knuckles scraped against her thighs. You're barely ready for this. The last word came out as a hiss as he drove his fingers back into her, upward this time, with enough force to lift her entire body. Her heels were dragged off the ground and he left her standing on her toes. The weight of her body forced her down harder onto him, drove his long, dexterous fingers deeper into her than before. With his thumb he began to flick and part her dripping folds, searching for her most sensitive nub.
Thread: Blood by the Cross (Morathor/Hamadryad)

Everything, she uttered quietly, her lust pulling at her so strongly that she barely even thought about what consequence her response could have. Truthfully, between his power over her mind and her own insides, melting with desire, Adalene could never have denied the man anything. She didn't even notice the thin line of blood slowly dripping down from her prior wound anymore. The maid felt the throbbing length sliding between her fingers, pumping veins pressing against her flesh as the rod slid back and forth. Delacroix had said she wasn't ready for it, and how could she deny that? His next statement was just as true. She yelped out in pleasure as his fingers drove deep into her tunnel of love, his thumb playing at her spot as he rhythmically drummed his digits deep inside of her. The maid's hands fell from their positions and fell upon his own pumping hand, grasping at it though not pulling it away. She felt something building inside of her, some sort of tickling tension, it felt so good. She began to cry out loudly now, not even caring if anyone was to hear her.
Thread: Blood by the Cross (Morathor/Hamadryad)

Now Delacroix did chuckle, elated by her answer. Everything, that's right. That's good, Adalene. My faithful Adalene... Of course, what she was willing to give him didn't make much difference--she was his already. From the moment she had stepped into the Manse, she had belonged to him. She just hadn't known it until today. Neither had he, until he had seen her the night before. What a pleasant surprise it was, to find such a wonderful toy in his toy box. And surely it was a welcome surprise for her as well, to suddenly find her place in the world. Each powerful thrust of his fingers rocked Adalene's body, causing her to bounce up and down on her toes. He slipped two fingers from her throat, still squeezing it with his palm, pinky, and ring finger, and reached up to her face. His fingertips crossed over her soft lower lip and he pushed them into her mouth. He kissed and bit at her cheek, her jaw, her earlobe, sharp teeth leaving red marks on her skin but not drawing blood. Below, her juices poured freely down his hand and wrist, and as her body became more used to his intrusion, it felt like her cunt would swallow up his whole hand. She was getting so close... he could tell from the tension in her muscles, and the scent of her arousal. She was nearly there. The next thrust of his hand lifted her higher than ever before, the tips of her toes leaving the ground as he gave a hungry moan. His thumbnail pressed sharply into her clit.
Thread: Viktoria's Monster (Skeith Takahata II & Applepoisoneer)

Charlotte 'Lotte Pembrook had few reasons beyond neglect and boredom to be studious. Her father was born into money and managed land investments to keep them in the black. Her Mother had never done a day's work in her entire life, and had no expectations for her daughter other than get married and move out of the house. Her father expected her to at least bring home good marks and stay out of trouble. Boarding school opened her up to an entirely new world of things to do and learn dance, writing, and most importantly, horticulture and minor botany. She found herself spending more and more time in the greenhouse, cultivating, cross-breeding, and preparing all manner of herbs for use. It wasn't long after her graduation and debut that her father contracted pneumonia. It was a year long battle of ups and downs, but Charlotte stuck close to her father as close as the team of physicians and her mother would allow. After he had passed, her mother couldn't retain command of the house or the subsequent land holdings to keep them afloat. With their last ounce of notoriety, her mother arranged a match for her. An import-export merchant named Claudius Van Hillenberg, who was at least fourty years her senior. The two had nothing in common. Initially, Charlotte had refused to marry him, but had seen sense long enough to become engaged. Under the circumstances, she moved in with he and her mother. Claudius died afew days before their wedding, face down in a bowl of soup. The strain of it all pushed Lotte's mother over the edge and landed her in Bedlum. Charlotte wasn't lost for long, before her dearest friend Viktoria asked her to assist in her ground-breaking experiments. At first, she'd felt like a third wheel, intruding upon a newly engaged couple. But the strength of her feeling for Viktoria compelled her to push the social conventions aside and live with the two of them. In the small collection of things she'd managed to take from home to home, a few things from her boarding school a fan from her first gala, a little wooden horse her father had brought her from Italy when she was small, and a book of poetry she'd written, almost entirely on the subject of Viktoria, and even included a lock of hair she'd taken from her schoolmate's hairbrush and a lace handkerchief embroidered with a VF Charlotte pattered into the room on cat-like feet. She wore a simple dress with a long canvas coat. I've just been to the Ratcatcher for his latest pouch of Serpent's Delight. She laughed. It had been an in-joke they'd developed, and it managed to stand up well to the ghastly faces pulled by the man of the house.
Thread: Viktoria's Monster (Skeith Takahata II & Applepoisoneer)

Viktoria had only eaten about half of her meal when she heard Charlotte's joke from behind her. She quickly raised her collar to hide the choke marks on her neck. She gave a hearty laugh before standing to face her. Lotte! When did you get in? I've been worried about you. She pulled her friend into a close hug, smiling as she did so. She stepped back, motiining to the table. Have you eaten, dear? She motioned to the plate she always made for Henry that he was rarely home to eat. Care to join me? Henry is out with his lodge mates again. So, I'm dining alone. She smiled a sad and lonely type of smile. Having Charlotte in her life again had eased much of the difficulty of living with Henry. Despite their plans to we'd, he was hardly very loving or attentive. She found most of her intimacy in her friend. Viktoria was clearly concealing her feelings. She was upset about Henry's aggression that day. As well as his increasing absence. Elsewhere in the city, Henry had gone from the local publishing company to spend the money from Viktoria's work to spend it on alcohol and women. Anything to avoid staying with his fiance that night. He suspected she would be upset about his behavior in the lab.
Thread: Viktoria's Monster (Skeith Takahata II & Applepoisoneer)

I haven't had a bite all day. Charlotte admitted bashfully. Her heart began to flutter at the thought of sharing a table with one she'd coveted for so long. Even if it was by pure luck. She stopped herself from slipping away entirely. But are you sure Mr. Applewood won't mind? Formality had been woven into her every atom, and thus was her reason for asking. Otherwise, she had only the highest contempt for the man, and would have loved to eat a plate of anything while he starved to death.
Thread: Viktoria's Monster (Skeith Takahata II & Applepoisoneer)

Viktoria's smile faded slightly when Charlotte hesitated. She returned to her seat with a small sigh. I've lost track of how many meals I've prepared for Henry that wound up wasted due to his absence. She smiled up at her friend before once more motiining to the meal. If you haven't eaten then I insist. I would appreciate the company. While she began eating she looked up from her meal as she remembered something. Charlotte, have you seen some of my notes? I've noticed some have gone missing from the lab. I don't know if I've simply misplaced them or what. She thought about Henry's suggestion that Charlotte leave and that Viktoria prepare for motherhood and felt her stomach churn. Both possibilities troubled her greatly. Especially if Henry was as insistent as he had been about sex earlier.
Thread: Viktoria's Monster (Skeith Takahata II & Applepoisoneer)

Charlotte sat and took up the utensils. I haven't seen anything lying about outside the lab. I wonder where they could be. You usually keep everything in such neat order. She began eating, savoring the food Viktoria had prepared with her own two hands hands that Charlotte had watched flutter through experiments like determined butterflies, hands she longed to hold in her own.
Thread: Viktoria's Monster (Skeith Takahata II & Applepoisoneer)

Viktoria nodded softly, still eating while she thought more on it. Charlotte wasn't wrong. Viktoria kept her lab quite organized. It wasn't like her to misplace anything really. Perhaps Henry knows something about them. I'll ask him when he gets home. She glanced over at her friend and assistant, smiling softly. So, tell me about your day. I spent most of mine in the lab.
Thread: Viktoria's Monster (Skeith Takahata II & Applepoisoneer)

If only you could see how shocked I am. Charlotte jested. Viktoria spent virtually every moment of every day in the laboritory. That is, every moment that Henry didn't steal. Charlotte might have spent it with her if there weren't errands to run, and the smell of antiseptic made her a triffle queasy when exposed for too long. So she went out into the rank air of London, which couldn't have been much better for her. I had to go to two different sewing shops before I could find the right color of thread to mend my chartreuse dress. And I found the right lace to fix your plum hat. She took a bite of food for pause, and when her mouth was clear she continued. I can fix your stockings too now. After that, I tracked down the rat catcher. He tried to...to handle me again. Honestly, if we didn't need the drowned rats rather than the poisoned ones, I wouldn't see him anymore. She turned her nose up in shame and indignity.
Thread: Viktoria's Monster (Skeith Takahata II & Applepoisoneer)

Viktoria looked over at her with a smile. That's very kind of you. She'd been running short on stockings due to Henry's sexual aggressiveness. In truth, most of her damaged clothing was because of that. I'm sorry that the rat catcher is such a vile man. Perhaps, I should be the one going to see him from now on. She reached her glass of wine, taking a long sip. Still, our serpents will be thankful to you for the meal. Those left over I can use for experiments. She was silent for a moment, dwelling on the rest of her day. Henry brought up the prospect of children again today. It's exhausting to be honest. I can not be in two places at once. How would it be possible to conduct my experiments and raise offspring? She rubbed at her brow tiredly. What's more, I will have to mend my dress, following his Stubbornness. Such is life with a man, I suppose. She didn't mean to vent to her friend but she didn't have anyone else.
Thread: Viktoria's Monster (Skeith Takahata II & Applepoisoneer)

Charlotte peered over her own glass of wine with concern darkening her eyes. It seemed things with Henry were getting more aggressive. It meant that she would have to expedite her plans. No good could come of waiting for their marriage, as she had first planned. At least then she might have gotten something useful from the Applewood estate. But by now, the risk had far outweighed the reward. Perhaps you should let me speak with him. She offered confidently. I realize it might not do much, but I could at least soften him with a good meal.
Thread: Viktoria's Monster (Skeith Takahata II & Applepoisoneer)

Viktoria looked over at Charlotte smiling softly. She didn't want to burden her friend with her problems, but she simply had nowhere else to turn. Perhaps some third party observations were what Henry needed. Oh, Charlotte. Truly I don't deserve you. She sipped more from her wine, sighing softly. Viktoria focused on finishing her meal before rising from her seat. I suppose I should see to cleaning up and feeding the snakes. Henry should be home soon. It won't do to have the house a mess.
Thread: Viktoria's Monster (Skeith Takahata II & Applepoisoneer)

I'll prepare his meal tomorrow then. Charlotte nodded and picked up the dishes. In the meantime, I'll be sureto take care of this if you'd like to go and feed the snakes. It shouldn't take me more than a minute. Just before she crossed the threshold,she paused. I think I'll bake him a blackberry tart. Thatmight settle him down. She spoke it as though she were thinking aloud, and passed into the darkness of the hall.
Thread: Viktoria's Monster (Skeith Takahata II & Applepoisoneer)

Viktoria could not have been more thankful to have a friend like Charlotte. Always there when she needed her and always going above and beyond. If she didn't know any better she might have mistaken Charlotte's devotion for something more. Was it possible that Charlotte... sure not. She had previously been engaged to a man, after all. Viktoria finished up in the kitchen and made her way to her lab, taking her time to feed each of her snakes. Spper time my lovelies. She whispered softly, pausing to very gently pet a couple. From there she went to bed, stripping from her dress and sliding into a shear night gown that left very little to the imagination. She let down her hair and eased into bed, dousing her lamp as she did so. She did not stir when Henry came home, though she could certainly smell the alcohol on him. And something else. A flowery scent. Perfume? Of course not. Surely Viktoria was simply imagining it. The following morning Viktoria was out in town, making necessary purchases for her experiments, while Henry remained at home, hung over and trying to decide on something for breakfast.