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Thread: Dark Tribute (Demorica and Myself)

Looking up at him she could make out his appearance fairly well, and had it not been the situation she had been forced in, the stories she had heard, or the way he had come into the village she might have thought this opertunity too good to be true, but she knew better and that it was. She did not care for the law or the agreement that had been made between him and the villagers, and did not see why she had to be sacrificed, but she said nothing as he spoke, his voice strangely calming, making her tense a little, knowing something was not right. She did not know what to expect, and the moment her wrists were freed of the binds she tried to pull away, not wanting him touching her at all, feeling his lips on her wrist made her shutter and nod slightly, I know who you are, and have heard much about you Sir, please dont hurt me, I will go with you, seeing as how they do not want me and have signed my life away, though it is not theirs to give. She said, looking over her shoulder with a hateful glare, knowing they were watching everything. Looking back at him was when she realized she had already been drawn in and answered his question without even thinking, My name is Silvia Sir. She said so softly. Her body trembling on the inside and her mind screaming at her to not look at him, knowing the type of power he had. She entered the carriage, and the moment she broke eye contact with him she looked to the floor, not trusting he would not trick her with those eyes and do something she would not approve of willingly. Feeling the carriage move she brought her hands to her lap, looking down at them as she thought about her questions, wondering if she was even allowed to speak, hoping by companion he meant something more than just a sex slave, or else her life would be empty from this moment on. Sir, am I to call you My Lord, Master, Sir, or something else? And what do you plan to do to me? I have heard the stories and will admit I am terrified, but what do you mean by companion? She asked, knowing the term concubine might come up, at which point she would protest, never liking the meaning of the word in the first place, preferring pet, slave, or something else since in her opinion it was better than being a concubine. She kept her eyes down at the moment until she believed she could trust he would not try to trick her with his powers.
Thread: Dark Tribute (Demorica and Myself)

Vlad considered using his gaze on her again but decided he would wait. He could use that once she began to bend or became perticularly problematic to ensure she would bend to his will. But at the same time he was looking forward to a game of seduction and corruption in which he could train and condition her into being a suitably lusty yet attentive slave for his pleasure and companionship. He had rather enjoyed the way her body trembled for him though and was looking forward to seeing more of that as things progressed one way or another. For now he simply nodded and then spoke softly in that deep rich tone that was to put it quite simply the sort of thing that sent vibrations to a woman's very core, Any of those would be acceptable though depending on how you embrace your role you may prefer some to others... and as for that roll. I will not lie as I know there are stories of me and my rather voracious appetites... I suppose in the simplest terms you shall be my pet in a sense. I hope you do not object to that... you will have to adjust to it sooner or later and I would far prefer you enjoy your time as my pet sooner rather than later. I may on occasion also need to feed in which case I may grace you with the Dark Kiss... though I will not harm you with it and will make sure you have time to recover from it. I am told it is actually a rather pleasant thing to experience though Silvia so who knows you may come to enjoy or even crave it. He turned his gaze to hers but aside from his powerful presence and natural allure he did not attempt to force anything upon her. That natural presence and vampiric allure though was something she would have to either adjust to or submit to... in the long term it would no doubt be the later but she may attempt to fight it at first. He reached one elegant and powerful hand out and tilted her head up so she was looking at his strikingly handsome visage and his eyes though he did not try to mesmerize her... he would ensure she trusted him so he could seduce and corrupt her. He spoke softly once more in that powerful and seductive voice, You need not keep your eyes downcast Silvia... you will have to learn to gaze upon me after all as you will be attending to me.
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Wrapping her arms around herself Silvia felt a little more calm as he spoke, his voice very warm despite what he was and how terrified she was. She had decided for now she would use what ever term came to her easier and faster when speaking with him. But the moment he spoke of feeding on her she could feel her body tense and though he saw it as gracing her she was not so sure about that until she came to that when he became hungry. She was not so worried about his presence, no, it did not bother her, but what did was his eyes and when she felt like they were doing something to her, forcing something on her and making her move as he had done to her in order to lead her to the carriage before. Feeling the hand on her skin made her initially want to pull away, not know the male, let alone feeling comfortable enough for him to touch her, but she knew it was only a matter of time before he would have what he wanted, either by force or by using his gaze to make her give in to him and his wants, but that was what frightened her the most. Looking up at him she could tell this time he was not trying to use his eyes to lull her into a false sense of trust and security. I am sorry, I know what my job will be for you, but I am frightened to look up at you, especially after what had happened outside, it felt natural to tell you my name, but I felt to calm and went to your carriage, and I did not feel that it was of my own will as much as it was your will using me in some way. I dont want to be tricked Sir, I will try to adjust as you say, but I want to remain myself and able to do things on my own without having to worry about you taking control of my body and mind, and doing such things to me does not build my trust. She said softly, looking up at him, hoping he would listen to her and not just use his gaze to silence her. I know I am yours now, even if I dont want to be, but there is no way I can be your companion if I am forced to move like a puppet for you. I will try my best to obey you and entertain you, but please give me time to adjust and relax, this is all so new to me and too much to take in, on one night. She asked him softly. Taking a leap of faith on both their parts she brought her soft, warm, delicate hand to his own that had brought her to look up at him, showing she did not need to be controlled in order to attend to him. Again she decided to go a small step further and got up from her spot across from him and moved to sit next to him, fairly close, but showing she would try, and this being a small sign of proof that she would do as she said. The ride seemed rather long and being a little weary she felt she wanted to sleep and a nap in the carriage did not seem too bad, so slowly she leaned her head against the wall of the carriage and closed her eyes for a few minutes, just a quick cat nap since she was no creature of the night and was normally asleep by now.
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He was pleased as she moved closer without being prompted and admitted that she knew she was his and only asked for a little time so she could adjust. As she drifted off to sleep he knew he could have entered her dreams if he wished but for now he wanted to build her trust so he could seduce her a bit more willingly rather than having to resort to more forceful methods. He held a hand out the window and a raven alighted upon his wrist.. he spoke softly in a strange tongue and then the raven flew off heading for the castle. It was a simple trick of subtle magic that would ensure the raven carried a message to his servants and that they in turn prepared for Silvia to stay in his room once they arrived. He wanted to keep her close at hand to ensure she had to adjust to his presence and so that he could more easily tease and seduce her with glimpses of his physique... after all why not simply play to her own needs and desires. She still appeared to be asleep when they reached his castle there at the heart of the forest. Some of the villagers swore that it always seemed to be night within the forest and they were not far off truth be told. It was not truly night but he possessed a powerful alchemical stone that banished the light... the most it would ever be in the dark wood was twilight yet somehow he was still able to gaze out over his lands through the haze of that strange eternal dusk or darkest night. The carriage pulled past the tall iron gates and stone walls and through a strikingly beautiful moonlit courtyard before it finally came to a stop in front of the massive doors. He did not bother to wake his new slave and eventual plaything. Instead he lifted her gently and carried her inside and then through winding halls and up spiraling stairs until he eventually deposited her on his own bed in a lavish room fit for a kink with heavy fur curtains that were for the moment drawn across the sturdy doors of wrought iron and thick glass that lead to his balcony. He left them closed to keep the inside of the castle a bit more warm and with a simple gesture several fireplaces throughout the series of rooms that served as his private chambers roared to life bathing the place in a warm glow even as he took a seat in his favorite lavish chair to wait for her to once more wake.
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He motioned to a table beside the bed and sure enough already upon it was an assortment of cheeses, fruits, sweet breads, and roasted meats. It was the sort of finery those in the village only dreamed of at weddings or perhaps holidays on a good year but here it was spread out on a gold platter as if it was the most natural of things. He had saw the way she shifted a bit in her dreams but had decided not to press into her dreams and watch her. He knew that the villagers feared him not so much for fear he would feed from them.... but more because women they had seen who had not proved suited to serving or being transformed had been sent back. But after being with him they seemed far more lusty than before, they craved the intoxicating pleasure of his gaze... and the undeniable and erotic pleasure of his kiss. Not to mention he knew he was to say the least very well endowed and most of the villagers would stand no chance of satisfying a woman who had warmed his bed. As she had slept he had removed his coat and even went so far as to unfasten a few buttons on his silk shirt. As a result it was quite clear to see that his body was a towering example or perfect masculinity... chiseled bulging muscles and a perfectly sculpted physique. The opening in his shirt offering a teasing glimpse of that muscular chest that promised much more of that appealing and delicious physique should she submit to him and give into both his desires and her own. He rather enjoyed the teasing and seduction and wanted to see if he could make her squirm with desire even without his gaze. Finally he spoke, I fear I only have such basic provisions... I hope they are acceptable.
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Seeing the food she had to wait a few moments before reaching over and touching it, wondering if it was really there, but as she touched it she found that it infact was real and carefully she took a little bit at a time, trying everything she could, never having had such things before in her entire life, so this was by far the best food she had ever had, or so far, unsure if he had even better foods somewhere else. Eating carefully she did not notice him come a little closer and open his shirt, nor did she really care until her hunger was finally gone. What was interesting was even as she ate so much she still remained lady like in eating. Looking up at him once finished her cheeks flushed red as she was his chest, never thinking she would ever see someone like him in her life, let alone want her for himself. So it was safe to assume she was a little taken back by this and unsure what to say or do. Finally when her eyes looked away from his body, her cheeks so red she spoke, T-The food was wonderful, better than anything I have ever had to eat, but it is no surprise in this beautiful place of yours my lord. She said softly, trying to keep her eyes off of his body, making her feel a little strange, not sure what to think about all of this, of him mostly. Averting her gaze she knew she should try not to get attracted to him, knowing he was trying to get something from her or do something to her, but she was not sure what. Already she could not get the thought of how handsome he was out of her head, her own mind doubting herself, knowing a creature like him was far more attractive than herself, and so wondered why he would accept her in the first place unless he saw something she did not, but what she had not seen was herself since she had been cleaned and properly clothed, she had remembered herself as the poor little peasant girl with matted hair, tangles, and dirty skin, but now she was someone completely different, a pale, beautiful brunette, who was now in the home of the most feared creature in her village.
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His keen eyes of course noticed the sudden flush and the way her gaze lingered on his body. He made no attempt to hide his physique either fully intent on teasing and tempting the young woman to stir her desires fan the flames even as he feigned innocence. He stretched a bit letting his shirt pull tight against his muscular chest as he spoke, I am glad you approve... I only had basic provisions on hand I fear so I am glad it was sufficient. When he noticed she was looking away again he once more reached out with a powerful arm and gently tilted her head back up, which also caused his shift to shift and pull tight in some places hinting at the Adonis like physique hidden just beneath that fine cloth, and essentially attempted to gently encourage her to look and show her that it was both expected and indeed desired. He could sense and see the shift in her demeanor though and the way she already seemed to struggle not to admire his body. He knew from his observations and her own earlier comments that she may not have been one of the villagers in the normal sense though it did not occur to him that she might not realize how her own body had developed over the years. He was rather enjoying the glimpses he had stole of her firm shapely rear and legs as well as her pale and beautiful features framed by dark hair. He was already thinking of ways to enhance her beauty even further once she began to submit to their desires and her new position.
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Giving a soft giggle she shook her head, It was wonderful food, better than eating rotten bread, or half eaten fruit, thank you so much, it was so good, and it is nice to be able to eat more than just scraps. She said, hinting a little at what she previously had been, hence her appreciation for the food, much more than any other woman in the town who would have probably found it a little basic, but for her it was a feast. Feeling his hand touch her again and look up at him she wondered why he was doing this and was so confused. Moving a little on the bed she looked at his body then up to him, Why? Why me, you did not have to accept their offer, I am not as beautiful as the others in the village, I was just a poor peasant, a beggar, everyone frowned upon me because I could not do anything to get myself out of such a situation, no one would help, and to be in the situation I was in no one wanted to help me, so I could better myself and be more than just that thing in the alley getting scraps. So why out of everyone would you actually accept me, or want me as a companion, I dont think I am suitable for it. She asked, clearly not understanding him, but none the less she moved closer to him, looking up and at him, into his eyes, wanting an honest answer to her question. She did not stop herself from looking at him, and she knew it was flawless, giving her only more reason to question herself and what he wanted. Smiling she sighed, shaking her head, I am sorry, this does not make for proper conversation, I am sorry for bringing it up, you must have your reasons My Lord.
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He had his suspicions about where the villagers had found her but her answers confirmed them. It simply made it more surprising given her figure and beauty that she had gone unnoticed by them for so long and he wondered how many of the villagers had second thoughts when they began cleaning her up because she stirred lustful thoughts in them. He actually chuckled a bit at her comment before he answered, I take it they did not give you the chance to see yourself in a mirror before they bound you to offer you to me as pet or plaything since they could not pay the coin they owe for the past years grace. He waved a hand and a mirror drifted over so she could see herself. Though as he waited he also noticed the way she seemed to more openly gaze at his flawless body and he could see in her eyes the doubt. He knew that look as he had seen it before... she was questioning what she wanted and what she had heard as she was confronted with his body and his behavior. Oh he was a monster in certain ways to be sure and one of those ways did inf act include ravishing lovely women and in the act ensuring that most would never be satisfied with lovers of lesser stature or skill. Though as he let her gaze in the mirror he also ran a hand through her dark tresses and leaned in closer to whisper into her ear, his breath teasing the sensitive flesh even as she could see them both in the mirror. Her own lovely figure seeming so close to his powerful and perfectly sculpted physique thanks to the angle of the mirror as he spoke, You see... such a lovely woman, there can be no doubt why I accepted the offering... after all who would not want such an enticing creature as yourself at their side?
Thread: Dark Tribute (Demorica and Myself)

Hearing the question she nodded her head, They decided on it last second, could not even really get me dressed in what they had planned, but what does it matter? She asked, but the moment he brought the mirror over she looked in it and seemed confused, moving her hands infront of the mirror, and watching the hand of the pretty girl infront of her move hers at the same time. It was hard for her to accept and as he spoke she looked at herself in disbelief, shaking her head, Is this a normal mirror, or does it just show me what I want to see or did you alter what I look like in it? She asked, still having a difficult time believing it. Feeling his hand through her hair she watched in the mirror seeing that it was her, feeling that hand through her hair, and the girl in the mirror did as well. This was so strange, she was never so pretty since she had been in a home when she was young. Leaning her head a little she enjoyed the feeling of his hand touching her hair so gently. His breath on her flesh made her shiver a little and she finally looked up from the mirror to him, leaning her head against his body, Thank you for showing me this, I did not know what they were all staring at, and I did not believe that I could be more than just a beggar, but you have helped me realize I can. She said thankfully. She was not so frightened, having a little confidence in herself knowing she was not some ugly little thing, but infact opposite. Silvia gave a soft sigh, not needing to see the mirror anymore. Her eyes taking in her new master, but it was not just his features that had drawn her in, it was how kind he was to her, and the fact he accepted her, and shown her that, she smiled up at him, and brought her hand up to touch his arm, taking it one step at a time, but wanting to actually experience her first time with him, her body heating up little by little, but that was not to say she would always be so cooperative with him, but this time she knew what she wanted, but was still in the mindset of who she was, and not of who he wanted her to be, or who she was to him, not yet realizing her life had just now started and everything before did not matter.
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His keen senses of course picked up on the way her body slowly began to heat up. He knew this was likely an impulse reaction from her but he knew he could use it to begin certain cravings for pleasure in her. He could awaken in her lusts she had not yet realized if it progressed as it seemed to be and so when she tilted her head a bit he actually leaned even closer to kiss and lick teasingly and seductively at her neck. This would be the start for her of course as it gave him the chance to begin her seduction and that in turn would lead to being able to more easily feed on her which in the end would help to train and dominate her. He did not know yet if she had the latent traits that would make her a perfect slave or not but much of it could be trained into her, if she did have such dormant and unrealized urges though it would make this both easier and ensure that she enjoyed it that much more quickly. As she leaned into his chest and caressed his powerfully muscled arm he did not rush her. He did tease her a bit by flexing his arm so she would feel with her caresses that perfectly sculpted and chiseled arm under her fingers with only the think silk separating her touch from his flesh. He wanted to not simply heat her up until she was ready to be ravished but to actually drive her wild by fanning the flames of her passion. So for now he did not remove his shirt but instead let her explore in her tentative and shy way as he leaned in and growled in a very pleased tone to show he enjoyed her caresses while he resumed kissing teasingly and softly at her neck and working slowly up to her ear to kiss and lick at the sensitive spot behind her ear as he spoke in that deep and powerful tone that just might have that full affect of making her quake in pleasure for the first time depending how open she was and how quickly she was heating up, It is their loss my pet, your Master has most assuredly got the better end of this deal and in many ways so have you... such a lovely pet you are and one your Master is happy to have.