I
emerged from the red, brick building wearing little more than
absolutely necessary. The 3/4 length coat kept the cool air at bay as I
walked down the front steps and turned toward the well-worn path that
led around the building to another less visible flight of stairs behind a
large flowering shrub. I let my fingernails trail along the wall as I
follow the steps down to a black door. The heavy wood of the door gives
in slowly as I carefully push through our own carefully prepared wards
and enter the darkness. I step down yet another staircase, leading down
past the foundation and basement, past the long standing tunnels with
their torch lit walls, down into a hallway at the very end. A strange
mix of modern structure and natural surroundings, I enter a large
cavernous fire lit room with walls covered in burgundy silk. Large steel
hooks interjected the line of the silk draperies by occasionally
scooping them aside to reveal sordid delights within the small alcoves
beyond. Whether it be a niche filled with an assortment of whips, crops
and canes, or another with a chair that contained a variety of hooks and
tie downs that promised a night of perverse pleasures, there was
something exciting to behold beyond each gap in the fabric.
I
continued to walk, past each new and exciting scenario that presented
itself to me. Above me, the cave ceiling lay naked and bare, the
flickering shadows of the torches playing against the stone. I came to a
stop in front of one steel hook that had lost its grip on the silk and
allowed the drape to slip closed. Smiling in anticipation, I tugged the
cloth aside and strode in with the clip-clop of my boots echoing sharply
in the silence. The shadows seem even thicker in this particular
alcove. I became eager as I watched the light play of fire, shadows,
steel, and there just beyond the metal bars, gleaming skin with a sheen
of sweat rippling over the muscled frame of the man in the cell. My
smile deepens, reaching my eyes as recognition settles in. The young one
who had passed me the message of the new donors arrival had no way of
knowing whom it was that had landed in my personal dungeon. She was new.
Not many had been around long enough to remember this one. He was no
donor. Nor was he prey. He was however a challenge, and a welcome one at
that. He was my kind of predator.
"Well,
aren't you a sight for sore eyes." I let the words purr from my lips
like so much warmed honey. His head lifts at the sound of my voice, for
he knows it well. The corners of his mouth twitched with humor and
something akin to relief.
"When
did you get back into town?" I ask as I let the metal key in my fingers
play back and forth across my nails with a click, click, clicking
sound.
"It
is better for you if you do not know that, darling" He replies. He is
probably right about that. The last time we parted ways, he was climbing
out a window and I was rushing toward a door to stall the quickly
approaching detective long enough to give him a head start. Now he was
on the other side of my own cell bars, looking thoroughly scrumptious in
the matching black boxers and blindfold. It was practically tradition
by now for concentual donors to be presented to me in this fashion when
they came seeking our kind.
I
breathed in the scent that is only him. It was a mixture of natural
scents like water, earth and lush vegetation, with an underlying musk
that has the power to intoxicate the senses. I allow the belt that held
my coat closed to slide open and I shrugged the material off my
shoulders. The remaining vinyl and leather of my boots, corset and
panties glimmered nicely in the lighting.
"If
I let you out, are you going to be a good boy and behave?" My lips
curled into a suggestive grin and one eyebrow raises slightly as I wait
for an answer.
"You
always sound so damned cute when you get that sound in your voice." I
could see his shoulders shaking ever so slightly with mirth, the dimple
in his cheek showing up as it always did when he turned up the charm.
The key turned around one last time in my fingers before penetrating the
lock, my hand turning of it's own accord as the blindfold falls to the
floor.
With
supernatural speed, the door was thrown open and my back hit the wall,
cracking beneath my shoulders. Our mouths were locked in a struggle to
drink each other in deeply, hands buried in one anothers hair, pulling
each other closer still, bare chest crushed against leather clad
breasts. I barce my feet against the wall behind me and push off with my
Will, my legs carrying out the motions so that it appeared as if we've
defied gravity through a feat of strength. We sail across the room, this
time landing him against the wall, crushing the shape of his back into
the stone beyond the silk that fell in an explosion of rich red color.
As the cloth cascaded down his shoulders in a smooth swishing rush, I
leaned backward as far as I could with my legs locked around his waist.
Gravity pulled him with me and flipped us both over and onto the newly
silk covered ground.
His
eyes widen at the sudden realization that he is laying on a bed of dark
red with me straddling him...excited, horny and unusually hungry. My
eyes have already begun glowing emerald green, a wicked grin spreading
across my features as my canines elongated to feeding length.
A
similar look crossed his face, teeth and all, shortly before he lowers
his voice to a whisper of a growl and says, “Come for me my darling, for
old time’s sake. Squirm for me one more time.”
Of
its own accord, my body reacts as if a day has it passed since the time
that I willingly submitted to him in both body and will. My eyelids
flutter as my head rolls back in ecstasy, back arched. Muscles gripping
and tightening deep in my belly, I rake my nails across the floor,
cutting through the piles of fabric and hitting stone just as a long low
moan of pleasure rises up and looses itself from my chest. Feeling as
if liquid fire is pumping through my veins, a curl of golden mist starts
to sweep across the room, a testament to how our powers have grown
since last we parted. The very life force that we once sought out
together in the shadows, poured through the room now, growing brighter
with every arch of my back. Wracked with sheer pleasure, I lose all
sense of my surroundings and there is only him. I push the heat and
power of my orgasm into him as I give a final shudder of release.
I
lean forward, lightly flicking my tongue against his lips, tasting him,
marking him. I let my lips softly brush across his cheek and nuzzle my
face into his neck as I whisper huskily into his ear.
“I’ve missed you, Love.”
“I’ve missed you too.”
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