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Thread: The Impossible Mission (DonVoltonus and Half-Demon)

He smirked. Smart girl. He rubbed the flared tip over her pussy lips, flicking it over her clit. How about this, tell me, and I'll be gentle.
Thread: The Impossible Mission (DonVoltonus and Half-Demon)

Natalia tensed and shook her head. Your version of gentle is probably far from my version.. She growled.
Thread: The Impossible Mission (DonVoltonus and Half-Demon)

I'll go slowly enough to make sure you feel pleasure, and thrust sharply to quickly pierce your maidenhood. If you continue resisting, I shall be forced to do the reverse.
Thread: The Impossible Mission (DonVoltonus and Half-Demon)

Natalia knew that it was a no win situation for her. Growling a bit, she looked away. What is it that you want to know..?
Thread: The Impossible Mission (DonVoltonus and Half-Demon)

The next move the angels have planned, their route to the next city they wish to take back. He growled, holding up a map.
Thread: The Impossible Mission (DonVoltonus and Half-Demon)

Lindorell.. The south route through the quarry.. She answered, unable to actually point due to how she was chained up.
Thread: The Impossible Mission (DonVoltonus and Half-Demon)

He drew out a line on the map. Through here? He growled, showing her once more.
Thread: The Impossible Mission (DonVoltonus and Half-Demon)

Natalia nodded and looked away, ashamed.
Thread: The Impossible Mission (DonVoltonus and Half-Demon)

He smirked, setting aside the map and rubbing the head of his cock over her lower lips. Good girl, your reward is my swift taking of you. He thrust sharply, piercing her hymen as quickly as possible.
Thread: The Impossible Mission (DonVoltonus and Half-Demon)

The elvish woman hissed in pain and gripped the chains tightly. Only two thoughts ran through her mind at the time. The first was how to try and alleviate the pain, and the other was how she would kill the demon slowly for this.
Thread: The Impossible Mission (DonVoltonus and Half-Demon)

He stopped once she had been torn, elven blood dripping out slightly from her. Don't worry little elf, the pain will want. He grinned, slowly pulling back and forth insidhe her, his thick flare rubbing and gently stretching her inner walls. Be glad I've promised to go slowly with you.
Thread: The Impossible Mission (DonVoltonus and Half-Demon)

Natalia groaned softly at first, but then the pain began to ease off and pleasure began to build. As much as she hated the pain, she disliked that her body was beginning to enjoy his movements. Soft, involuntary moans escaped from her pale lips, and she closed her eyes.
Thread: Blood Lust (Lady Bloody Ava & Erit of Eastcris)

A loud sound came from the other side of her door. Rosa, who had been tending to one of the men gasped. Her men ran to the door and upon opening it, they beckoned for their Lady, requesting orders. Lady Beaumont was kind. Sometimes too kind. Upon the sight she gasped once more and threw her own safety out the window as she got on her knees and check to see if he was still alive. So much blood. He's alive! Ladies, take supplies up to my chambers. Lay sheets over the chaise. Men bring him to my chambers. Be careful. Very careful. She ran up the stairs and the men guarding her bed chambers opened up the double doors to the main room. This room comprised of a roaring fire beneath a mantle. Two armed chairs on either side of a plush sofa. Books shelve from floor to ceiling upon one wall of the room. A vanity and a door leading to her bed chambers upon one wall and a door to her lavatory and a tapestry on one wall. Upon the vanity her ladies laid out various supplies. A basin of water was filled and strips of linen rolled up. The man's body was carried in. His wrists held by one man and his ankles by another. Upon the soft surface of the sofa he was laid. The fire directly in front of it proving for excellent light and Rosa feared the worst that she may not be able to save this one. She knew that all of this blood could not be his. One look told her that he was one of them. He's growing weaker. One of the ladies openly voiced. The fact that he is a alive is a miracle in and of itself, tend to his wounds. Soak the linens in the solution and wrap it tight. You me may have to sit him up. We need to stop all of this bleeding. As she talked she worked in tandem with the other helping hands. It took an hour or two before she took a moment to breath. The coat was removed and anything else standing her way. Mainly anything above the waist. The wound was bandaged front and back. It almost looked as though all blood had been drained from him, but somehow, he lived. Twice his bandages needed to be changed. Rosa remained seated in an arm chair at his side. Helping hands free to come and go which limited her ability to sleep, if at all. He may be weak when he awakens, but at least he is alive. A brief glance at the window and dim rays of light seemed to peek over the horizon of the hills. Daybreak. She sighed with a bit of relief. She found it a safe time to pass out. In the main chamber of her bed chambers, he laid. Her ladies free to come and go as they peeked on him. The Lady seemed dead to the world until the next evening arrived. The house was abuzz. Some people leaving, some simply walking around. Some had even walked to her main chambers to give her thanks. Of course Rosa was just waking up and getting prepared for another potentially crazy night.
Thread: Blood Lust (Lady Bloody Ava & Erit of Eastcris)

Noise was common within these walls. The occasionally scream of pain was not unusual. A groan here or there and it only made Lady Beaumont hasten her pursuit to get dressed. As always her hair was left to cascade past her shoulders and to the middle of her back. A deep green gown clung to her torso and flared ever so slightly at the waist. The green matching that of her eyes. YOU BEAST!! She heard someone yell beyond her bed chamber doors, causing her to dash out of her room and halt at the sight laid out before her. One of the men was already on one bended knee at the poor man's side, only to confirm to his Lady that he was dead. All the while keeping his death glare on the blood sucker before him. Her heart raced beneath her bosom and she had to calm herself a bit. Fear lingered there, as did anger, but she had to stay calm. You're welcome. For me saving your life. The obvious noble woman walked forward putting her within striking distance. You are in my home. You could have died. Maybe that wasn't a bad idea, but none the less, you're welcome. Continue on as such and you'll rip your wounds open again. A slender finger was pointed at his chest where there were bandages wrapped. Her gaze turned to look at one of her own soldiers. Please have his body disposed of. There was so much death that they had been burning bodies rather than burying them. Two men took the dead body from the room and she turned back to the blood sucker that she had saved. To my dismay, we do have blood. Albeit, animal blood, but blood none the less. To sate that hunger and try and keep some sanity in your kind. Her lips were painted a crimson hue. The color contrasting greatly against her ivory skin. Sit. You need your bandages changed. As long as you are within these walls, which harbor both Beaumont and Lacceta alike, you will be under my care and do as I say. She sighed and walked over to the vanity and grabbed the linen wraps and a bowl of mashed herbs formed into a paste. Feel free to walk out on the battlefield as you are, maybe if you're lucky they will finish the deed while you're in such a weakened state. Now... please, sit. She said as she held the rolls for his wound in her hands. My Lady... The soldier that stood at her doorway persisted. No, the sooner he is better, the sooner he can walk out of this house on his own to feet. Lacceta or not.
Thread: Blood Lust (Lady Bloody Ava & Erit of Eastcris)

He looked at the woman before him with mixed bemusement and contempt, laced ever so slightly with respect. Emeralds met rubies, and after a drawn-out silence, Aerin relented, tossing himself back into the sofa, an arm reached over the back and one ankle resting on the other knee. It would be prudent of you to note, with his other hand, he pulled down the bandages, revealing wounds already well past half healed, that I am nothing like the ones you have dealt with in the past, Neutral . He practically spat the word, twisting it by voice alone into the gravest insult comprehensible to humans. I am a true Lacceta. Simply give me one of my slaves and a change of clothes, and perhaps an hour or so of repose, and I will be gone. He, his sister, his brother, and their father were the only true members of their race bearing the Lacceta name. The rest, from the highest soldier to the lowest servant, were half-converted slaves who lived only by the pleasure of their betters, existing to feed them at night and guard them by day. Aerin was the only one who took to the fray, and this was the first time he had ever been wounded so. Only because he had lost track of his slaves and thus his blood supply, needing to restrict his healing to conserve his strength. Of course, he had forgotten to alter his suicidal method of engaging to fit that constraint, and so had met the fate he had being unconscious had allowed his regenerative abilities to as they pleased, hence his hunger upon waking. But now he was once more fed, and he would be well soon, especially with more blood. Of course, none would know all this without studying decades-old books on the matter, as the neutral house had only ever seen the cheap imitations of his kind.
Thread: Blood Lust (Lady Bloody Ava & Erit of Eastcris)

A great weight seemed to have been lifted when he complied to her request. That didn't mean that her men were not on guard. She could see the desire for revenge in their eyes. Her jaw clamped shut as he spoke of being a true Lacceta. Like she would ever tell him that she was a true Beaumont. The she and her six brothers were pure Beaumont. Even her brothers held an enchanting appearance that their family was known for. Once in a while one or more of her brothers would come to visit, but never without sending a letter first. You bleed. You can die. You feel pain. You are nothing special Lacceta. As seen by my own eyes, you are not invincible. Powerful and very lucky, but not invincible. Again... you're welcome. Rosa Beaumont was known for her kindness, beauty, sweet smile, and her lethal tongue. A change of clothes for the man and tell anyone under the Lacceta that their true Lacceta requires one of them. A few have gone home, but there are two or three in the library. One of five guards ran off to fulfill his Lady's orders. If you think that you can walk out of here safely after that hour, then so be it. A smile tugged at one of the corners of her lips into a half smile as she looked from his healing wound to those red eyes. Needless to say, I hope I never see you again, but I never turn away the wounded. No more killing of my kin within these walls, though. Lady, serf, and knight alike or I will leave you for dead at my door. It's the least you could do. She said as she sat up and stood before the fire. The dancing flames reflected in her eyes with orange, red, and yellow hues. The heat engulfing her form before she turned to face the man. My name is Rosa, and... you are? She asked with a casual tone as she sat at his side and boldly observed his wounds. Soft fingers caressing over the fading scar tissue where deep gashes once sat. Needless to say she found it remarkable.
Thread: Blood Lust (Lady Bloody Ava & Erit of Eastcris)

He arched a quizzical eyebrow as she introduced herself, sat down beside him and was so presumptuous of her safety that she even laid her hands upon him . This woman made no sense to him but, he supposed, not even his twin sister made sense to him sometimes. Like why she would ever allow their elder brother or father to bed her when she still had him. But, of course, the Lady's presumption was correct she had brought him into her home and tended to him while he slept, however superfluously, and so she deserved a measure of respect from him that encompassed not causing her harm. Well, Rosa, I will promise that I will not attack any of your men within your house, but you cannot ask me to let them attack me without repercussions. A sharp-tongued woman to some, maybe, but to him she simply sounded certain of herself. Perhaps overly so. Beautiful too, perhaps, though Aerin still thought Aeren, his sister, a fairer mate. Himself, he shared in their angular, vaguely feline features, with sharp eyes and high, prominent cheekbones, faces unmarred by their centuries. I am Aerin, Rosa. He gave her a small, polite smile, as a gesture to show he meant no harm, and simply allowed her to run her finger over the scar, fading noticeably even now. Truth be told, he had been fit to leave the moment he sat down, but a moment's peace was a gift he was loathe to dismiss. I am curious, as well. Why neutrality? He could not really comprehend why she might avoid taking her family's side in this feud. Or any side, for that matter. A perplexing woman, indeed.
Thread: Blood Lust (Lady Bloody Ava & Erit of Eastcris)

She tore her eyes away from the sight of his vanishing wound as he asked her about her choice of position in his war. It's futile. A century old battle and no one truly knows what happened. What if neither of our families did it. What if it isn't even true! I believe that the actions of one shouldn't decide the fate of an entire race. My father was a proud man, but always thought of his people. He fought more for safety. With my parents gone they fight for fun. To simply see blood shed and feel what power they wield over so many lives. A light nod of her head signaled her disapproval and her eyes turned to the mesmerizing sigh of the flames beneath her mantle. I do not wish to be a part of such a thing. So here I sit, healing all that will allow me, maybe hoping that I will live to see an end to this pointless feud. Though I don't hold my breath on it. Rosa held more slender curves to her features. A visible smooth softness to her skin and the occasional sparkle in her eyes. Lady Beaumont didn't appear special. No special powers. A simple human being, or so many would presume. Yes, she was a true Beaumont, but she did not believe that her blood held special traits. Little did she know just how very wrong she was. How her family's worst enemy's ignorance was the only thing keeping his from tearing her to unrecognizable shreds. And I must admit that... I am rather surprised at your... calm demeanor. With a shrug of her shoulders the lovely Lady Beaumont stood upon her own two feet and looked down at the fit being perched upon her lavished furnishings. Well, if you are feeling better then please feel free to walk out of my front doors. For your sake, I hope to never see you again Lacceta. Her last words spoken with an unforeseen sweet smile. Since all of those associated with the Lacceta were gravely wounded before finding themselves in her care, that was the only other way that she would expect to see him again.
Thread: Blood Lust (Lady Bloody Ava & Erit of Eastcris)

Tranced sleep was certainly a wondrous thing, a blessed thing that was likely what saved Rosa a deal of trouble. Aerin had long since lost his capacity to feel pain except through immolation, but he would not have taken at all kindly to her insults. Particularly to being likened to a Beaumont, which he likely would have killed her for had she been awake to hear it. Unbeknownst to Rosa, the piece of metal she'd dug out of him had in fact been there for quite a while longer than she'd even been alive, being a barbed steel arrowhead that had lodged itself in his ribcage when some fool archer missed his heart by a good dealentirely wrong side of his body, in fact. It had been providing Aerin with no end of discomfort in lifting his right arm, thus why he had trained himself in being left-handed. Now that Rosa had removed it, though, he would prove quite potently ambidextrous, and in effect had just given her brothers' enemy an advantage in the battles to come. As his wounds healed, the two slaves that had been told to stay by their gracious hostess regularly fed their master, pricking their wrists on his fangs and allowing their lifeblood to drip into his mouth to ensure he would not awaken ravenous like last time. Both did so eagerly, a look of purposeful rapture spreading over their otherwise placid neutrality as the toxins coating his fangs gave them pleasure not far removed from an orgasm. So it was that, when Aerin awoke a little over an hour after arriving, he was in a much more agreeable mood than when he first awoke in this house. Once more, his eyes opened silently, and he frowned as he slowly sat up on the sofa, looking around. I suppose, he said after a long moment, that I owe yet more thanks to the would-be Lady Beaumont. He looked down as the rather considerable hacks and slashes that had marked him continued to heal scarlessly. Damnable spearman. What was he thinking, trying to duel me just after I'd fed?
Thread: Blood Lust (Lady Bloody Ava & Erit of Eastcris)

He did not stir at the woman's words of a Beaumont slaying his men. A fundamental rule of the family was to show gratitude for gracious hospitality, and there was none more gracious than the kind offered by the Lady Beaumont thus, any soldier fool enough to try attacking her after she saved their life had been lucky Aerin had not been there. Whereas Rosa had simply killed them, Aerin would have made them suffer for their insolence before destroying them such that there would not be enough left to bury. Before all else, he said, groaning slightly as he sat up, I would like to assuage any worries about my family and my subordinates. You have earned favor from me, and as such this house of yours will not be a battleground if we can avoid it. Any Lacceta who attempts to break this promise, will be truly protected by divine Providence if I don't get to him before you or your men. He stood, slowly, rolling his shoulders and looking down at the fragment of metal she had given him before tossing it into her lap. A token of his respect, now, rather than a hindrance to his flexibility. Next, I think it high time I repay some of my debt to you. For sheltering my men and I. If you will let me, I can easily waylay those soldiers of your brother's, and perhaps even let most of them live to tell the tale. They have to pass through some heavy woods if they take the path I suspect they will, and it will be simple enough to turn them back with a bit of smoke and mirrors. He swept a small bow to her, smiling cockily. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to be done with this soon enough to return home to my darling sister tonight. The thought of Aeren made his expression soften, just a little. She was probably lying in their bed at that moment, snuggling up to his pillow and craving him. A naughty, horny little seductress, that one, and he was anxious to be home so they might lounge in each other's arms.
Thread: Blood Lust (Lady Bloody Ava & Erit of Eastcris)

Rosa's dim demeanor picked up a little with a smile tugging at one corner of her lips. Thank you, Lacceta. Not once had she called him by his first name. There was no need to get too comfortable. One thought did toss in her mind, but it was pushed aside as her guest spoke. That would indeed, save me a great deal of time and work. I would be very grateful were you to do that. I know that not everyone can be saved, but your effort to spare as many lives as possible is eerily nice. The tone of voice in which he spoke of his sister sounded very affectionate. Little did she know what relationship with duo had. Off with you then. No need to keep her waiting. She said with her arms crossed and an amused smile on her lips. Oh! She chimed before he could leave from her sight. If you insist on showing up at my doorstep, then you need not be on the brink of death. Simply knock and I will let you in. She laughed and teased at the same time. Now off with you, Lacceta. Waving her hand in a shooing manner. When the man was finally gone, she stood up and decided to do one more round before she would retired for the next few hours. Around the manor, she walked. Peering into every rom and checking the the status of each patient. One, on the side of the Lacceta seemed to not be doing so well. He was fed animal blood, but he seemed to very slowly recover. No where near as well as Aerin. She almost thought that she would lose him. The emerald eyed woman brushed her hand over a parchment an thinly cut on of her fingers. She expressed a slight pain, but that was all. One of the ladies gasped as the wounded solider sat up right with outstretched arms and eyes shot open. Her men jumped the man who bared his teeth at the woman and he had to be pinned to the floor. No! Don't kill him... get him more blood. Keep him pinned until he settles down. I'm heading to my bed chambers. Up to her she ran. Tending to her finger. Stripping off her clothes and sliding beneath her warm, thick blankets. The sound of fire crackling being the only noise in the room. The same thing happened when she had to kill that last solider. She had bled and he seemed to go mad. A yawn escaped her lips and she was soon fast asleep.
Thread: Blood Lust (Lady Bloody Ava & Erit of Eastcris)

Lady Beaumont was done for the evening. The fair skinned woman had taken a nice bath and slipped into a gossamer red gown that hung from straps from the creamy skin of her exposed shoulders. Her hair hung down and about her shoulders in tousled ebony tendrils. The emeralds of her eyes more prominent in the glowing light emanating from the fire beneath the mantle. A silk robe was thrown over her shoulders, but not tied off as she roamed her own abode, which had calmed down considerably throughout the night. As she walked near the front doors, a knock sounded. With a nod she signaled for one of the guards to open up the door. A smile crept upon her lips as it was revealed to be the Lacceta. Back so soon? She teased. Where the mild humor came from. she wasn't entirely sure. With the given time, she safely assumed why he was back and knocking at her door. Well, you seem to be intact, that's a start. Let him in. She noted his new minions and their familiar wardrobe and shook her head before she sighed and rolled her eyes. They weren't dead. Rose always looked at the positive, for the most part. Unfortunately all of the rooms have wounded people in them, save for mine, so back to by bed chambers with you. Her tone with a hint of humor. Maybe you can send someone to your home with word of your safety so your sister does not worry. Bare feet were warm and walked upon the crimson rug upon the stone floor of her home. The sofa took center stage of the room that the Lacceta had become very comfortable with. A thick fan of lashes lifted as she over looked him. When she first me him her nerves were through the roof. Thinking that he would use these opportunities to strike her down. It seemed that she had grown quite soft around him. Not too soft, of course. So, how did it go? Well, I assume? She asked as she sat upon one of the arm chairs on either side of the sofa. Her slender legs crossed with her silk robe open the the gossamer fabric of her gown leaving little to the imagination. The hem riding up her thighs as she sat. It was late, or so she assumed, for him. Sun up was a calm time for her. But also she occasionally slept at that time. It had been quite the crazy day for her. She was a little tired, but not before she rounded up her role as hostess to the Lacetta that would most likely be sharing a room with her. With one hand she kneaded at the curve of her neck. It felt a little tense and she couldn't seem to get rid of it, but she didn't voice her annoyance. Why would she? So she just kneaded at he neck a little. The occasional wince of pain, visible upon her face.