Thread: Spoils of Blood (Vixen_mistress and Google)

RE Spoils of Blood Hearing her heart beat faster and her breath hitch as he leaned in to get a better sample of her scent was a delicious thing, close proximity was apparently enough to make her fret with fear but he hadn't even laid a hand on her yet, gripping her chain and posturing of course to frighten her but not yet touched a single hair upon her head. It was interesting really just what an effect he could have on her, he would enjoy manipulating her further as time went on, taking the time to slowly break her down and mold her into the perfect little pet, a source of blood and amusement that he would keep around him at all times. In truth if he fed on her every day then she likely wouldn't survive for very long before hunger eventually over came him and he drained her dry... she would be to him what a bottle of excellent wine was to a connoisseur, he would savor her blood only in small amounts while feeding to slake his thirt elsewhere... the better to preserve her of course. As she led the way to her chambers he followed behind her, holding the chain as though he were walking a prized hound. It was tempting for him to put her down on hands and knees and make her crawl through the halls of her home, watching her hips and ass move for his pleasure, only the dress she was in would hinder such an action and he put the thought aside for later... she might belong to him but he was the sort who would happily put what was his on display and show it off, maybe even allowing others to enjoy a small taste of what he could enjoy whenever he wanted. It would be an infrequent thing if he did it at all... but Draken was the sort to never discard an idea that appealed to him in the slightest, after all he had all the time in the world to find just the right moment. Her room was different from what he had expected, suitable for his purposes but somehow he had suspected that there would be more meaningless frippery about, in all it was a rather understated thing but not an unpleasant set up, his own manor back in the Vampire capital of Carpathia was decorated in darker colors, rare woods and black marble shot with veins of red was the construction material for most of the furniture in the home with of course heavy drapes over the windows to protect him from the sun though few knew that they were mainly there for show, though he doubted she would understand the significance of them Draken knew that the princess, his princess, would soon have a first hand look at the labors that he had taken to protect himself from the danger which the sun represented to his kind. Her question interrupted his thoughts of home though and he looked to her again with a mixed expression, torn between carnal desires and the unquenchable thirst which was growing within. We will remain in the city for a little while... He said after a moment, shrugging off his jacket and letting it fall to the floor with little attention paid to it. With the jacket removed his shirt only came down to the mid forearm, exposing extensive tattoos starting just above his wrist and moving up. They were tribal shapes and runes, all depicted in black ink, winding and coiling around themselves in the start of the pattern of his own design. Though his shirt covered it now these same patterns moved up over his chest and repeated, becoming more and more complex the entire time, though it was on his chest and back that a certain rune more complex then others repeated several times in several variations... the sign of a sun being eclipsed either partially or completely. This rune, when drawn using the right ink and of course drawing on his own innate magical ability gave Draken a resistance to sunlight... it worked best though when he was able to feed more frequently on those of elven descent. To other vampires elves were a rare delicacy, a treat to enjoy... but to Draken they represented more... a chance to over come the greatest weakness of his kind and with that he could ascend to a high position. I may even have an estate constructed here for my pleasure, something of a vacation home. The Council have plans for this land... your people will not go extinct for that would be such a waste, Elves will flourish so long as they are willing to follow the rules. Of course he didn't go into the breeding program that would soon be enforced to swell their numbers. His patience was about gone though, why should he continue to answer questions. Enough of this... right now I want you to remove that pretty little dress you have on, its time for me to inspect my property. With a keen eye on her he moved closer, noticing for the first time her pierced ears which spoke volumes to him, raising some interesting questions, on an elf the ears were an erogenous zone and the piercing of them was not a common thing... could his princess have a masochistic streak to her or was she just a little rebel who didn't get the signifigance.