Thread: Rising Darkness ((Me and Kikora))

Teyha was terribly frightened of intimacy, a fact that her friends knew horribly well. Several times they had awakened to the sounds of her frenzied screams in the night to find her tearing at her sheets, trying to force off the memory of an attacker. He hadn't raped her then, nor the times that followed, but she dreaded his touch, and it continued to haunt her long after the events were past. It was distressing for both Ophelie and Kaura to see Teyha now, allowing the touches, moaning and squirming as if she enjoyed it. They knew with an utmost certainty that if she allowed herself to be taken like this, it would drive another stake into the fragile emotional state of the girl. Even with the aphrodisiac in her veins and the aura pulsing though her she hesitated. Teyha couldnt stop her moans, her writhing, but she held her body away from him, putting painful inches between their bodies as he drank slowly from her body. Light sips, and a part of the girl knew he drank slowly to give her as much of the venom as he could, to cloud her mind further and make resisting all but impossible. Slowly he withdrew himself from her, and licked at the tears in her flesh to seal them closed once more. The young witch's breathing was coming faster now, and her pulse raced uncontrollably. Every bit of her screamed of the arousal he had forced on her, and she could not even attempt to hide it. Slowly the man leaned down and spoke softly into her ears, his voice full of magic and power that would resonate down to her very core. His words were as smooth as velvet, pitched a low baritone that seemed to hold no deception... As if the thoughts were her own to begin with. 'I'm feeling pleasure...' Her mind echoes, 'It feels fantastic... Why stop? I could show Kaura and Ophelie passion... I could stop looking like a child to them....' The thoughts repeated on their own in her mind, surging through her time and again as the count's fingers worked expertly on her, tempting out the pleasure she did not wish to feel. 'He's touching me...' A second thought sent out in panic. 'Don't let him touch me!' The count spoke, and while it was not to Teyha, she was the first to respond, her soft voice drunk with power. Even so... It was wrong. She murmured. To lie to those you claimed to have led for years, to lead us to believe in something that does not exist. You waged war before we knew we were fighting, and stole our futures before we knew they were at risk. You're a cruel hunter.... And deserve to be fought against. She whispered, slowly raising her eyes to meet his, a confused look on her delicate features. She let him pull her closer, her body resting tensely against his as he held her near. Hush Teyha. Kaura urged softly from her place on the wall. Do not earn your own punishment. Teyha glanced over once, and back at the Count, trying to sift thought through her pleasure drunk mind. It was almost maddening how ideas would form and disappear, the only constant being the need for his fingers on her, how it felt to have his body next to hers, how she longed for so much more. They're right. She said at last, meeting Jander's light blue eyes with her own grey-green. A blissful smile spread across her face as she leaned forward, her face so very close to his, close enough that she ached for the intimacy of a kiss. I'm afraid. She whispered, and her lip trembled slightly, overwhelmed. I feel so confused... Will you... She had to force herself to swallow before she continued, her body shaking visibly as her fear and arousal fought an epic war within her. Will you rape me? She whispered. Like he tried to?