Thread: Spoils of Blood (Vixen_mistress and Google)

RE Spoils of Blood Draken relaxed as she moved towards him, the sway of her hips almost hypnotic as he allowed the stress of the past few days to melt away. He had not slept in about three days, the final preparations for the invasion had demanded all of his time and his energy, especially the complex spell work that would bring about the eclipse allowing for the surprise day time invasion which had been the key to their success, if that had failed then the entire invasion force would have been caught in open sunlight and soon burst into flame as they were crossing open ground. Now that it was done though, most of his hard work finished for the time being Draken was finally able to relax. He had heard that the Elven royal family had some skill with healing magic, perhaps that came with a talent for massage... one way or another she would learn... Draken did find more use for a slave then most did, other vampires viewed it as either blood or sexual pleasure but he always knew that more could come of it. He saw how she was fascinated with his tattoos, knowing they weren't common among her people except for certain ritualistic reasons, to denote status for the nobility or the immensely rich. It was an interesting take on it though he had done it for protection and enhancement of power, uncounted painstaking outs had been spent to ensure that each and every line was carefully placed. Unlike the other aspects of his body he wouldn't be able to magically alter the tattoos to ensure they were in the proper place if they were applied improperly. With her fingers moving down her body, soothing away the tight muscles and soreness that had been built up over the past few days, Draken slowly reached out, gently lifting up the necklace that she wore, it was an interesting thing and could serve as a reminder of the life that she had lost while also an ever present connection to her master. I don't have any solid design just yet. He said as he focused on the necklace rather then her bust for just a moment. Though I might just incorporate this little necklace of yours into the collar. At her gentle request he slowly sat down, raising his foot for her with a small sneer on his face. Really princess I expected a little more resistance from you, I am a tad disappointed that you aren't giving me something of a challenge. He was mocking her there, goading her in the hopes of seeing some sort of reaction, a response that he would be able to punish her for even if there was no need at all for such treatment. As the boot came off there was a small grunt from him, a small expression of pleasure now that his foot was free and able to breath, days spent on his feet, unable to change or even properly bathe himself each item of clothing removed, each brush of her hands against him only served to put him more at ease. His desire for her was rampant though and as she moved to unbind his pants he gripped the back of her head, pulling her closer as his hard cock sprang free, striking her in the face and smearing a line of precum that had built up across her cheek. In anticipation of the night he had modified his cock through magic, it was long and thick though at the base, perhaps two and a half inches up it began to bulge slightly only to tapper back down at the base again... he doubted the princess would understand the function of this modification but she would learn what it did soon enough. With his hand still gripping her head he pulled her in closer to press her against his cock, forcing her to rub against it. Get used to this Ariya... He sneered at her. Its warmth, its scent, its taste... you must become familiar with all these things, the easiest way to please me will often be to service me properly so I suggest you learn quickly.