Thread: Rising Darkness ((Me and Kikora))

For a man as powerful as the Count, he could not possibly understand why the Elf was so desperate to tear Teyha from his grasp. A desire not born of jealousy or spite, but of the same caring a mother might have for her child, a wish for them to remain safe. She knew well that Teyha was a girl grounded entirely in the past, her mind wandering to her flaws and her mistakes, to torment her time and again. A girl prone to long periods of depression. The past year spent with her revealed a tapestry of dysfunction in her life, and it was a wonder she had managed to stay sane through it. What would she be like if she submitted to her desires, if they did exist at all? Kaura did not know, nor did she want to think on it. Not a soul in the carriage sensed what the vampire did next, but they each felt it's effects, beginning with Kaura. She found herself thinking of the same heart pounding dreams that left her sweating and gripping the sheets at night. She would wake feeling a strange tingling below her waist, an overwhelming desire to stroke and rub that which ached to be touched... And was inevitably denied the luxury. Her pride as an Elf forced it to be so. Her desire was to have that pride ripped from her, the Elven haughtiness she secretly despised for forcing her to time and again bite her tongue and dip her head. She wanted to be pulled away from it, to be led to pleasures far more free then she was allowed to experience as an Elf. Dark thoughts indeed, for her kind. Ophelie, as one might guess from her fiery demeanor and harder personality, held no love for being controlled. Hers of a fury of passion and lust, an epic fight of desire between her and the one who sought to be her mate. Like an intimate dance, and she cared little to know who would win or lose. If her, she would take the punishment of being dominated and delight in the sport, and if she was triumphant she would be merciless to her lover. The most complicated desires belonged to Teyha, who was deeply conflicted. Long she had the fantasy to be dominated and forced to embrace her sexual side, since she first began to notice boys some years ago. Experience taught her that such feelings where not to be trusted. Often enough she would dream of a man forcing her down, and she would delight as he brought the pleasure upon her... And just as likely the handsome face of her lover in sleep would twist to form that of her hated attacker. Even the idea of submitting then would cause her to become physically ill, and she would struggle not to empty her stomach upon waking moments later. Perhaps it was not the attacks themselves she dreaded so entirely, rather she hated who it was who had forced it onto her.... She did not have the same apprehension with -this- man, a stranger. His touch was welcome, even desired. His fingers left her on the edge of something great and spectacular, a feeling quite unlike any she had known before. Just as she thought she might reach it, he pulled away and left her body begging for more. His whispered words left her so confused, so conflicted, and he did nothing to help soothe her. She curled into a tiny sphere in the center of the bed, her eyes wide and staring as she struggled to think and comprehend what fate had in store for her now. I don't know what my fantasy is. She whispered, and drew in closer to herself. I... Want to be dominated. She whispered, prompting a gasp from Kaura that made her pull in closer and whimper. I want to be forced. But on my terms, in a way that I have some control... So it is submission and not violation. If.... If I ever give in to my desires I want it to be of my choice, built on the needs of me and whoever would have someone like me... I don't ever want to be raped. She paused a moment more, in thought. But not here, not before my friends.