Thread: Rising Darkness ((Me and Kikora))

Their cries seemed to fall on deaf ears, either that or he was simply unmoved by their please. Instead he held the fiery redhead tightly by her hair and let those chains bind her rather artistically. For him that was very much part of what this was, an art form... his kind had centuries to develop their tastes and their arts and so even this sort of exchange was a calculated and measured endeavor for one such as Janus. He turned that icy gaze first upon the elf, it was clear to him that she felt responsible for the others and that she wanted to protect them from their own failings. However revealing that to a cunning predator such as him had been a mistake on her part as it gave him a way to manipulate and control her. His icy blue orbs returned to the passionate human, her passion and fire was her strength but it was also a weakness when she let it control her as she seemed to do and that too was something he could exploit... especially given how quick she had been to defend the younger one against the slavers. His mind worked with a cold efficiency he doubted his new playthings could comprehend and likewise probably did not anticipate. It was this calculating mind that in the end provided him a more efficient course of action and so his gaze turned to the young woman who had defended the humans comments. So you think she is justified in acting on ignorance? What do any of you truly know about my kind? Have any of you ever sought out the nobility to ask them what their reasons were or how this all came to be? He did not wait for their answer though but instead he moved with such speed that he literally seemed to vanish, though if the elf was sharp enough she might at least be able to track his movement to a lesser degree as he was not bothering to mask it as he would in battle. He dragged Ophelie over to the right side of the bed and bound her wrists to the wall there via her shackles and then took the chain on her collar and used it to fix her gaze towards the bed at the center of that wall, before the others could react he had done the same to Kaura leaving only the young Teyha near the bed and in the blink of an eye he had her chain once more in his iron grasp. No of course you have not, for if you had you would not make such ignorant comments... and you would know the secrets that those who rise against us fear to admit, truths about your world that would shatter so many of the popular illusions. He pulled gently yet firmly at the chain that was yet bound to Teyha's collar drawing her delightfully close to his massive and powerful frame. He knew that if he punished her in any way it would make both the others think twice before crossing him and if he used his dark gifts to ensure she enjoyed it she would in the end prevent them from lashing out at him. So he drew that powerful aura of his and focused the greater portion of its allure on the young beauty, where the crashing waves of his aura had made those in the market moan in passion and desire... Teyha was now being subjected to easily ten times what those women had felt if not more. So intense where the waves of that alluring aura that now crashed over the lithe young woman that the remnants washing out to fill the room and buffet her friends were themselves stronger than what had been felt at the slave auction. He knew that such an assault would make almost any woman rabid with lust and doubted that his youngest slave had the experience to supress that desire. So he spoke loudly enough for the others to hear even as his hand slide along Teyha's toned legs creeping up towards her thighs. No I think this one shall be the one who pays for your ignorance... though not in the way that you likely expected. I think I will educate her in the pleasures your kind so often crave from the nobility and in doing so show you first hand what we offer those who please us. Again he did not wait for an answer but instead leaned down to kiss and lick at Teyha's supple throat as he let his powerful aura work to drive her wild with lust. By now his large and powerful hand was caressing her thigh sinfully even as he playfully tugged at the chain on her collar to force her to expose her neck more fully. He let the image of what he was doing, of the young woman drunk on pleasure, sink into the minds of those bound to the walls before he finally bared his fangs and sank them into the young woman's throat knowing that the pleasure of the dark kiss would be unlike anything she had ever imagined. He drank slowly from her, sipping ever so slightly so as not to fatigue the beautiful waif even as he forced her friends to watch her writhe and moan in pleasure at his attentions.