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Thread: Teamwork (AnonymousRelated and Naomi David)

Desmon heard her question, and it piqued his interest in the female further. There weren't many people interested in how a Vampire worked, most people simply wanted them dead. It works best from the neck, the veins there are much thicker and are much more capable of healing completely than that of the wrist. As well it wouldn't inhibit your ability to use your hands, much like a wrist puncture would. Though either would suffice, Desmon told her honestly as he walked passed her and to the log, taking a rough seat and placing his palms against the ground behind him, propping himself up.
Thread: Teamwork (AnonymousRelated and Naomi David)

She listened carefully to his words, mentally taking notes on what he was saying. She spoke,If you need to, you have my permission to feed on me. You're no good to me if you're not firing on all pistons.
Thread: Countess Cocula (Yenpointfive & AmiralRouge)

Once Johnathan swung the heavy oak and iron door shut behind him he placed his back against the cold stone of the wall and let out a sigh. He hadn't understood why the man he'd paid to take him up here had been so adamant that he'd be turning his carriage around shortly before sundown, Johnathan had rather assumed that the man had seen a stranger appear in town and decided that this would be a perfect chance to charge triple his usual rate. It wasn't until the sun was almost down and the wolves had started to howl that Johnathan had realized that he really should have waited until the next morning to ride to the castle. Still, he'd made it here in one piece and had somehow managed to keep his bag with him in his haste. It would have been a wasted trip if he'd lost the documents that the countess would need to facilitate her relocation to London. Johnathan pushed away from the wall as another howl split the air, prompting a wry smile to form on the man's face as he imagined the wolve's disappointment at being denied their meal. He was just grateful that the countess had been kind enough to instruct him to let himself in when he reached her home. The letter had suggested she preferred to do business in the evenings so he wasn't entirely certain he'd find her up yet and he certainly wasn't going to go searching the castle for a lady's bedchambers. Mina wouldn't enjoy hearing about that in his letters, that much was certain. Of course, posting said letters was going to be more difficult now. He'd sent one off when he arrived in town to let her know that he'd arrived safely but if correspondence necessitated braving wolves and skittish carriage drivers he'd probably be better off waiting and sending her another letter as he began his return journey. He removed his coat and found a spot for it near the door before proceeding into the building, helping himself to a candlestick that happened to be at hand and showing himself around. The scent of food caught his attention and he turned his feet to follow. Surely he was expected and he presumed that the countess wouldn't be far off if dinner was being served. A flickering fire in the dining room's fireplace, along with a multitude of candles illuminated the room. He approached the table but was loath to sit until he'd found his hostess.
Thread: Countess Cocula (Yenpointfive & AmiralRouge)

As Jonathan waited, hot steam and enticing aromas wafted from the food upon the table freshly cooked meat and vegetables, warm bread, honey, butter, and wine all lay temptingly before him, and the sight and scents of it all served only to remind him how long it had been since he'd had a truly good meal. The journey from England to the Carpathian mountains had been a long one, and even though the taverns he'd stayed in hadon occasionserved good food, in memory they simply gelled into one mediocre meal, always in uneasy company and cramped surroundings. The castle may not have been in magnificent repair, but still it was spacious and warmed by an open fire, and the meal was more reminiscent of Mina's home cooking than of some tavern stew. Gratefully, he did not have long to wait before the countess made her presence known. Silently she ghosted down the stairs, her attire all lace and gossamer, and as black as the night sky. Her hair, too, was black her lips a rich, blood red upon blanched, snow-white skin. She wore a long dress whose tails skirted the floor, and whose bodice clung tightly to gently curving hips, and full breasts. Her nails were long and pointed, painted red, and if she wore footwear at all they were hidden beneath the reach of her dress. When she spoke, her presence took him by surprise one moment he had been waiting on her, the next she was slipping past him and into view, a polite, if mysterious smile on her blood red lips. The food will not stay warm for long, she said, her voice intoned with the deep, sultry accent of Transylvania. As she spoke, the countess slid around the table and faced Jonathan across the steaming plates, before settling into a high-backed armchair and crossing one leg over the other. Sit. Eat. I am Countess Cocula you must be Mr. Harker, no? img500x300
Thread: Countess Cocula (Yenpointfive & AmiralRouge)

He'd been starring. How long he wasn't sure. Presumably it hadn't been that long, but he'd been at a loss for words from the moment that she appeared on the stairs until she spoke and broke the spell. The countess was not what he'd been expecting, not in the slightest. He'd never thought to ask her age but he had always imagined an older woman eager to dispense with the drafty castle she dwelt in and spend her remaining few good years in the comfort of London, perhaps finding herself a husband to take care of her in her old age. He knew she wasn't married as that did pertain to the purchase since her husband would no doubt have a share in her new home if she had been. He wondered about her pale skin but would chock it up to a lack of sunlight due to her seeming nocturnal nature. He sat as she commanded, and would have begun to eat, as she commanded, if not for the fact that she had further questions for him. Jonathan slipped his bag gently beneath the table to get it out of the way and returned his gaze to her dark eyes. Indeed I am. It's such a pleasure to meet you and I can't thank you enough for your hospitality. I might have had lunch in the village if not for the carriage driver's insistence that we leave immediately if we were to leave at all tonight. He even insisted on dropping me off several miles from your home if you can believe such a thing. He told her. Events that had seemed worrying at the time seemed almost laughable in retrospect. Good food and good company did such things to sooth the soul. Jonathan filled his plate and his glass and then sought about fulfilling her second request. The food was even better than it had looked, especially after the journey. Once you've settled in London you really must allow Mina and myself to return this hospitality. He told her as he ate.
Thread: Countess Cocula (Yenpointfive & AmiralRouge)

Yes, the locals here are strange in their ways, the countess replied, laughing softly at Jonathan's recounting of his incomplete voyage to the old castle. This is but one of the reasons I seek to leave Transylvania... She smiled as Jonathan ate, seemingly glad to see him enjoying her food and hospitality, though she ate little herself. In fact, she seemed to toy more with her food than eat it, though she did help herself to a little wine. Despite her hospitality, there was something curiously distant about the countess, too. At first she seemed to observe her guest more than engage him, as though she were not used to visitors. Certainly this would be understandable if all the cab drivers in the locality refused to deliver guests to the door. The Carpathians did not make for a welcoming stroll beyond sundown. The mention of London and Mina seemed to pique her interests, though. By letter she had expressed a great interest in moving to the English capitol, and it would have been easy for Jonathan to assume that she was eager to push on with discussion pertaining to her relocation. It was, however, Mina that she first inquired about. That would be my pleasure, she replied, bowing her head slightly. This... Mina... She is your wife?
Thread: Countess Cocula (Yenpointfive & AmiralRouge)

That was putting it mildly in Johnathan's opinion, though he didn't say so. Truth be told, she was a rather strange one herself. There was something about her that was both alluring and intimidating. He noticed that she was picking at her food and only sipping at the wine, though he didn't feel the need to comment. He imagined that the spread before them was for his benefit more than her own, that perhaps she had already sated her hunger earlier and was here merely for hospitality and for his company. Johnathan was certain that he'd already mentioned Mina to her before. He'd originally been slightly reluctant to come in person and he was fairly sure he'd mentioned his habit of writing her every couple of days when he couldn't be with her. Still, he didn't want to seem distant and if he was going to be here for a day or two he might as well get to know something of his host, if it was his turn to share first he saw no problem with that. Besides, thinking of Mina put a quick smile on his face. Yes. He replied with a smile. Though it is actually only a recent occurrence that I can say so. We'd been engaged long enough that I think I might have had cause to fear for my life if I forestalled the wedding any longer. He told her, clearly joking, though Mina had been making it clear for some time that she wasn't interested in being 'the soon to be Mrs. Harker' any longer. Sometimes I can get a little carried away with my work but Mina was always good at taking my mind off of it. He said, gently rotating his wedding band around its finger using his thumb as he thought of his wife. And what of you, countess? There are a great many men in London and I imagine you might be able to find one as distinguished as yourself. He suggested. It did seem a shame that someone so lovely was alone. It probably hadn't been his place to suggest something like that though. He took a sip of his wine to end the thought as he waited to see if that question would earn him an answer.
Thread: Countess Cocula (Yenpointfive & AmiralRouge)

The countess smiled at his joke, though she didn't laugh. She took notice of his fidgeting with his wedding bandpaying little attention to the food, she was free to scrutinise her guest, and made no qualms about doing soand for a moment she seemed to fall into thought. She had been married once, but that had been a lifetime ago... Still she was sometimes stricken with a strange sensation, one she used to call loneliness, but now... well, now such words had little meaning to her. Mina sounded like a good woman, though, if the countess could put herself in Jonathan's shoes for a minute. She must be young, too supple of skin, and warm of flesh. She might have to take young Mr. Harker up on his offer of having her over for dinner, or at least visit them some night. Withdrawing from her thoughts, the countess rain one long-nailed finger about the rim of her glass before replying to his most recent inquiry. There had been a time when she had been sought after by many a man, but it had been decades since she'd made herself known around the locality, not that anyone who looked upon her would believe that such a thing was possible the countess looked as though she could be as young as twenty, and certainly no older than a remarkably youthful forty. Might I? she asked with a curious smile, which for the first time showed a hint of humour. My taste in men is... not so important as my need for a secure home. A woman must have her priorities. Speaking of which, you must be quite tired from your journey I am assuming we shall save our business for tomorrow night? Or do you want to stay up all night with me? The countess was not the easiest woman to read, but the smile she left Jonathan with was definitely infused with some amount of flirtation whether it was just playful humour or something more, however, was difficult to tell.
Thread: Countess Cocula (Yenpointfive & AmiralRouge)

I imagine. Johnathan repeated. He certainly wasn't going to claim any certainty on that point, largely because he wasn't certain just how distinguished she actually was. She'd seemed to think nothing of sending him the funds to pay for the first portion of his journey and judging by her home he was guessing she was quite wealthy indeed. He gave the beginnings of a nod when she suggested that they might start tomorrow but before he could speak on the matter his words caught in his mouth. His tongue felt numb. For just a second a little smile crossed Johnathan's face before he forced it away, along with whatever words might have followed it. His wedding band felt heavy but the weight was a comforting one. She was a client and he was a married man, flirting, even the harmless sort, wouldn't have been appropriate. Fortunately he could take refuge in the easiest of excuses. I'm afraid you'll have to excuse me if I turn in a little early tonight. As you've said, I am quite tired. He told her. It was the truth but even as he spoke it some minor spark of boyish libido reminded him that he could have stayed up a great many more hours if it was for the right reason. He wished, in that moment, that he'd brought Mina with him. That would have been so much more pleasant than retiring to his bed alone, which was exactly what he intended to do. Johnathan stood, lifting the napkin from his lap and placing it back on the table before looking to his hostess. Thank you for a lovely meal and for your gracious hospitality. He told her as he picked his bag back up. If you'd be so kind as to tell me where I might find my lodgings I'll get the documents in order before I rest so that you and I can tend to them the first thing tomorrow... He'd been about to say morning but since she'd already informed him as to her sleep habits there was merely a pause before he finished. Evening.
Thread: Countess Cocula (Yenpointfive & AmiralRouge)

Of course, Mr. Harker. The countess retained her dignified manner with a stiff, polite bow of her head, leaving Jonathan none the wiser as to what staying up all night with her might or might not have entailed. She was, however, more than a little aware of her own charm, and assumed that Mrs. Mina Harker must be quite a woman to elicit such a ready response from her husband. The young woman was quickly becoming the latest point of interest in the countess' imminent move to English soil. Please, she continued, standing upright. Follow me. Moving with a silent, elegant grace, she lead Jonathan away from the dining room and into the large, high-ceilinged hallway. Her feet made no sound against the stone steps as the pair made their way upstairs, the countess' hips swaying gently before Jonathan's eyes, providing one final seduction before their time together was up for the night. Beyond the dining room the castle was cold and airy, but a fire stood burning in the hearth of the room that she led him to. It was a spacious room, with a broad, four-poster bed clad in silk sheets facing the open fire on the far side of the room, and a four-panelled window looked out into the night, where the dense forest stood shrouded in darkness, only dimly illuminated by the light of the moon. Sleep well, Mr. Harker, spoke the countess, bowing slightly again as she bid him goodnight. Until the morrow...
Thread: Countess Cocula (Yenpointfive & AmiralRouge)

He had always expected her to lead him to his room, it was probably for the best. The castle was large and he didn't relish the idea of getting lost in it. He followed her to his lodgings and he would have liked to believe that he didn't spend much time focusing on her hips, or any of her other curves, though he might have starred a bit longer than he should have as he tried to work out how her feet were so quiet on the floors. She could have been barefoot, he supposed, but the floors would have been uncomfortably cold in the spots far from the fire so that seemed unlikely. The room was cozier than he'd expected, the fire seeming to warm it right up and the bed looked soft as a dream. Goodnight, Countess Cocula. The name rolled off his tongue, a truly decadent set of syllables that he dare not indulge in too often. He excused himself to his room. As the door shut he whispered 'Mina' once again. It was shorter to be certain but it was a sweeter name by his reckoning, one he hoped to use again very soon. He didn't remain awake much longer, doing just as he'd said and ordering the documents for tomorrow. It was a trifling task, seeing as he'd done most of the work already on his journey here. He also took the time to begin a letter to Mina, speaking of the remarkable new acquaintance he'd made, one that he'd introduce her to when they were all back in London. When his head grew heavier and the candle that provided his light grew shorter he changed out of his shirt and trousers and climbed into the bed, watching the dying embers of the fire as he drifted off to sleep.
Thread: Countess Cocula (Yenpointfive & AmiralRouge)

Upon waking Jonathan would come to hate the haze that filled his mind. Dreams, he thought, should not make the mind feel more tired by thinking about them. He remembered the Countess Cocula in his room, he remembered her icy touch and a deep sense of guilt. Surely the guilt came after the dream. One never feels guilty during the dream itself, at least that was what he thought before today. Mina was quite the artful lover and Jonathan's fingers were far more skilled than most, right up until a pressure pushed them away from her folds and filled his hand with a throbbing thickness to belittle his own manhood. He remembered feeling disgusted. Not with her. With himself. When she looked him in the eyes he wanted to please her and he was happy for the hand on the back of his head showing him the way to do so. His tongue was nimble, not skilled for this particular task, but eager, so very eager. Then came the confusion, the revulsion. Think of Mina? Just thinking of what he'd done made his head swim, how could Mina forgive him for such a thing? He still didn't understand when he was turned over onto his stomach. Ohh, he knew what came next, but not what it had to do with Mina. Not until she slipped inside of him. He whimpered pitifully as she used his body but the whimpers turned to moans soon enough and then he heard her voice in his ear. Mina, she'd called him. And then he understood. He'd taken Mina from behind before and it didn't take him long to replicate the movement of her hips, thrusting his rear back gently against her as his wife had done for him. Before he knew it he was pinned down against the pillows, her teeth sinking into his flesh, her seed filling him, and his own sperm coating the bed, needing no more provocation to do so than her cock inside of him. The dream stuck with him throughout the early part of the day, though it grew less distinct as time went on. In some senses this was a good thing, though in others it made things worse, as he started to question whether there had really been a hand on his head making him pleasure her or whether she'd actually needed to turn him over he very well might have turned himself over so she could take him Jonathan pushed the thoughts of the dream from his mind for what seemed like the hundredth time, picked up his papers, and returned to the dining room downstairs. he'd finished another letter to Mina this morning, deciding quite naturally to leave out any mention of the dream, and that was tucked in with his belongings. He meant to send it off along with the papers they'd draw up this evening. Part of him dreaded seeing Countess Cocula, part of him cursed the fact that he had to wait till the evening to see her. All of him wished he'd stayed home with Mina.
Thread: Countess Cocula (Yenpointfive & AmiralRouge)

The sun had set once again by the time the countess appeared, and apparently whoever prepared the meals in the castle had waited until Jonathan took a walk upon the parapets to opportunistically sneak food out onto the tables. Since arriving here, the man had yet to see anyone other than his alluring, pale-skinned hostess. Mr. Harker, she spoke, greeting him quite warmly as she appeared in the doorway. Again she was dressed all in black, though this evening her bodice was slashed with deep reds silks, and her dress did not quite come all the way to the floor. Beneath its skirts, two dainty feet could be seen clad in black, fishnet stockings, the tops of which lay somewhere beneath her clothing. I hope you have not grown impatient. I trust you slept well? As she spoke, she gestured politely for him to take a seat at the dining table once again. This evening's meal was not quite as plentiful as that of the previous evening, but there was still more than enough food to sate the appetite of one man. There was bread, honey, butter, and wine as before, but also a warm meat stew, made with peas and carrots, and topped with a pastry shell.
Thread: Countess Cocula (Yenpointfive & AmiralRouge)

This time she came as less of a surprise when she appeared in the doorway. Try as he might he still couldn't prevent himself from noticing that she was wearing less clothing than before. Just a shortening of the dress, but he still noticed it. His mind flashed to the dream and he quickly answered her. Truth be told my dreams left something to be desired. He answered, though what else could be desired from such a dream he couldn't say. He sat quickly, happy to have a table between himself and her again and to have a chance to fill his stomach. He grew curious about the chef but neglected to ask. Today I thought we'd fill out the bits of our documentation that can be delivered by post. You'll naturally want to move your considerable wealth to a bank in London and so we can simply create an account for you and request that the bank purchase the deed to the home you intend to buy, then claiming both will be a simple matter of delivering the funds to the account. The bank will, naturally, be happy to go above and beyond for such a lucrative client and this makes our work much simpler. He explained, taking refuge in his work. Jonathan cracked a smile as he spoke to her. It seemed silly to be frightful of her, especially over some ludicrous notion that she might be sporting a penis in addition to the rest of her anatomy and might have slipped into his room last night to make use of it. As the warmth of the stew spread through him he did his best to push such thoughts from his mind and was met with at least reasonable success.