Thread: Of Desire

Katriana's shriek affected him naught. Dead in his arms, Konstantin carried his lovely bird away from her cage, toward one she would hopefully awake, and in time find far more befitting. For now, she was simply a corpse, naked and leaking of blood and cum. The woman shrieked, and he simply carried her past, head drooped and bobbing, doing his best to cradle her against his chest through his steps. Several others came running from the scream. When the ringmaster, Gregori, turned the corner and saw him, saw them, with her as she was, he was fixed by a horrified look as he then found Konstantin's eyes. She was starting to come to. He could not feel the twitch of her fingertip, no, or the beating of her heart, but as she began to stir, to weakly clutch at his back, his shoulder, his face...as she shifted and murmured, notably tired, notably aching, Konstantin's face merely smiled. Anastaysia...his lovely new vampiress. As they turned a corner in the tent he heard one of the other performers, and a rather large one at that, barreling toward him from behind. He was shouting. He was yelling, and charging, and others were hastily removing themselves from his way. Konstantin continued in his walk, holding his new darling in his arms, and only at the last moment did his body make any sort of move to acknowledge the man - his right foot leaned forward, his arms clutched her close to him, and his waist shifted, left leg bending, raising into the air. The man, large, shirtless, and from the shoulders down, a thick, hairy beast of a man, charged right into the black booted foot. A simple kick was all it took, vampiric strength winning the day, for the large man to drop the oaken mallet he'd had and for him to fall to the floor. Konstantin, a moment later, steadied himself, Anastaysia still in his arms. None of you...are able to properly appreciate such a thing, he spoke simply, looking to the gathering of astonished onlookers. None of you could ever hope to deserve her. And that was it. He knelt down momentarily in front of all of them, dropping Ana to her knees in the grass, though still supporting her shoulders with his other arm. She seemed to be coming to, and was even weakly murmuring his name, something which brought him a great smile, but she was still largely out of it. She'd just been dead - that she was this returned, this soon, was something in itself. Konstantin reached to her thigh to pull at her torn panties, ripping them further, jerking them free of her body, at which point they were discarded to the grass. Next came her slip, with him pulling it off of her hazy arms, tossing that away as well. She was scooped off, same as before, and held closely to his body, naked, bared for any who cared to look. And that's all they did - one dared come at him again, some perhaps seeing his strength, some perhaps far too in shock by the surreal spectacle of it all. Either way, Konstantin held his new vampiress close, rounding one last corner and then carrying her out of the tent, out and into the night. In due time she would wake, and in due time she would begin to discover things, such as what he did to her. After that, in due time, her new set of fangs. And after that, in due time as well, a newfound hunger, one of a different sort. In due time. For now, she was alive, or rather...undead. For now, perhaps even forever, she was his.