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 What Do You Desire?, Marc
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 Posted: Jan 19 2017, 10:41 PM
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His heart beat raced and it echoed in her ears. “You should feel honoured,” Rayne smirked, “I’ll be the one dispatching you.” Long fangs pierced the young man’s carotid artery as she leaned in to drink her fill. He could barely fight back he was so petrified of her. She could taste the fear in his blood, so sweet, as she fed from her unlucky victim. He was a young arrogant master she had found not too long ago. After having her fun with him and fulfilling her carnal desires she revealed her true intentions. Rayne had him pinned up against the wall of her room. His heart fluttered, stuttering as she drained him. His eyes were wide as the light in them began to fade. Soon enough he went limp just as her fangs withdrew from him. His body crumbed to the floor at her feet where he belonged. A hand rose to wipe the blood at the corner of her mouth. She licked the blood off her thumb before smiling as she turned towards the mirror to admire herself. The young master reflected in the mirror at her feet, but she paid not mind. Master, slave, hunter, rebel, it did not matter to her. She would take what she wanted from any of the unfortunate souls that wandered across her path.

A few months had pasted since her awakening into this world. Demetrius was a worthwhile host. He was her guide on this new world and he offered her every luxury it had to offer her. Being locked up for eons, this world was very different from the one she had lived in. It amused her that earthly creatures were just as sinful if not more so in this corrupt city called Feneria then in the past. Some things never changed. At the end of the day she took what she desired from Feneria and grew in strength with every passing day.

Later in the evening Rayne’s limo opened to the entrance of The Red Rose. She accepted the hand of her driver as he assisted her out of the car. He was of course one of her demon servants and bowed as she turned to accept the arm of a handsome man who gravitated towards her after his eyes fell upon her. She had that effect on those around her, especially the men. She enjoyed being adored. Haunting blue eyes watched as people tuned, curiosity causing them to stare in wonder at her. The immortal was radiant in her long red gown that hugged her curves in the right places. It also showed off her back where her wing tattoo curved down her back under the fabric of her dress. When she took control of Rayne, her body began to change and her father’s hell ink spread to create her new tattoo, the one that preserved her wings.

Long black locks bounced lightly about the frame of her face as she walked with her handsome stranger up the stairs of the high-profile bar. She was on the hunt once more and Demetrius had recommended the bar to her. The immortal crossed the upper ring of the bar with her escort. He was charming enough, handsome even, but too easy to fall under her spell. She chuckled lightly as he brought her to the bar to order a drink for her. A glass of Cabernet Sauvignon. She tasted it and approved his choice of wine before releasing him from her company. She turned to the bar to half sit on a stool. Her eyes found one of the bartenders and as she captured his gaze, the handsome creature approached her and began to flirt with her. She planned to enjoy herself tonight.

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Outside the sun a fallen below the horizon, baring it’s fair-well thirty minutes ago or less with a single flash. It would be gone for a good twelve hours, plenty of time for the monster of Feneria to play. Most things that were worth a night terror usually bumped in the night, others preferred to play during the day. Marc was a creature of both the sun and the moon, never really finding himself sleepy, or the need for a rest for long then a couple of hours. The battery inside him recharged fast, and it’s charger was usually a filled wine glass of the newest maid’s blood.

Marcel was a monster in his own right, and many could attest to such accusations, other would form a look of utter shock if one spoke of him in such a manner. He was a well-rounded man who could pull off many personalities if there was such a need for them at the time. Being fake was a problem he concerned himself with, for sometimes you needed to play the victim in order to better play the villain. He wasn’t all concerned about what people thought of him, unless he needed them to see him in a certain light. Take his little witch friend for example. He needed her to see him as not only as a man, but a vampire who had attraction toward her. Females in love, or in lust were always easy to manipulate, than if they despised you. On another note, they were quite the dangerous breed once hatred or repulsion set in, and it was in rare form when Marc knowingly showed his true colors toward one he needed.

Wearing a mask had always been a favored game among others when it came to those witchy type of woman. Drawing them to his honey, instead of setting out vinegar and always done him a good justice. One had yet to find him out before he had wanted them to, and because of the single reason he felt confident in his skills, and charm. Marc had baited her, slowly at first, asking for nothing more than to sit with in a packed coffee shop. By the end of their little meeting, and conversation he had asked the mortal on a date, in which she accepted like he knew she would. The constant color of her cheeks, and the way she bit at her lips had told him as much, but her game did slow. The dinner he only had the best chef he could find to impress her, keeping away from the forward action of a man only looking for one thing.

Jas hadn’t seemed like the girl to bed him on the first night, and so like the adapted man he was, he pursued other interests. grimoire, ancient grimoire, and a specific entry that he had wanted her to see was enough to get her fully involved and trapped within his web. The girl was nothing short of a helpless fly, blinded by his charm and good looks, who by the end of his game would do anything he asked of her. Marc intended for her to fall in love with him, an unconditional love, that he would use and abuse at his discretion. He had no intention of ever returning her feelings, despite how many times he lied to her confessing he felt the same way.

The club he had chosen this evening was a ritzy place, only the best money would have been found here. Marc had thought he could use with a few more allies, and so had found himself on the hunt. For the past several weeks, he had stuck close to home, walking the shadows, and hovering in corners watching the residents of the town. It was how he had found Jas by chance, and so why not try his luck in a high-end bar filled with stiff drinks, beautiful women, and exquisite food.

Speaking of beautiful women, and tall glass of water broke through the door, Marc noting how most of the men in the room turned their heads to gawk. His head tilted in curiosity, green eyes scanning each face. Men whose jaws were on the floor were nearly foaming at the mouths to get a shot at her, while the women that some had come with stared. Some had looks of anger; offended their men would be so inconsiderate. Yet some had their heads down, their foreheads wrinkling and mouths turned down in a pout, eyes on the verge of tears.

A woman to Marc’s right made a sniffling sound, but her blood smelled like rage. She shifted her body to be angled away from whoever she had come with and more toward the vampire at her left. Her aroma was the anger he had detected from before, and cheap champagne, and without thinking or asking her permission she reached out and touched Marc’s leg, that had been propped up on his other knee. Slowly his head turned to look at her touch, that had now been moving toward his groin before looking into her eyes. They were eager, and a boring brown so dark they were almost black. Her lips were stained a bright red (A color that never really intrigued the vampire) with some of smeared on her teeth. She was drunk, and clearly begging him to make the man behind her jealous.

With a sultry ease he grabbed her hand, subtly and without noticed from anyone else in the room broke two of her fingers and her wrist. Her face twisted up in an unbearable pain, her entire body at his mercy. As soon as her eyes flicked up to his her mouth parting to scream out, and held up a hand his pupils dilating in his focus. “Stop.” Her body immediately when still, her back straightening, her legs crossed neatly, her broken hand in her lap already starting to bruise. A single tears slipped from her eye as she felt the pain fully, but couldn’t react on the outside. Her eyes moved toward to the man she came with, his back to her, his gaze shifting from his drink, to the woman in red at the bar.

Marc reached up and cupped her face, setting his own drink down on the table in front of him. “Tonight, when he takes you home, you will fuck him so hard, his damn cock will want to fall off. After take a knife and slit your own throat as he watches helpless to stop you...now put your gloves on, and forget the pain you feel in your wrist, and finger.” He stood, straightening his coat, as she turned away from him and tried to engage in conversation with her man. Eventually her eager comments of promised sex was enough to drag him away.

In the meantime, Marc had looked toward the bar, locking eyes with the beautiful woman in the red dress. Unaware that she had been watching him, while he had been playing with the girl, he moved off to the left, walking around the crowd until he came to rest at the bar. Pulling up a seat he sat down next to her, for lack of space really, but was pleased with his decision as his eyes hungrily traced the lines of her tattoo, and the subtle curve of her waist. “You wear that dress well, enough that there is a single man in the room who hasn’t noticed you.” She smelled of beauty and blood, two dangerous things when mixed together, and this alone intrigued Marc enough that he held his position. “Should they be wary?” He asked without looking at her, but instead looked over the crowd, noting his little doll exiting on the shoulder of her the man taking on final look at the red dressed vixen at the bar.



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The immortal loved to be the center of attention and was well aware of the gazes she captured as she made her way through the crowd. Rayne couldn’t help but smile as she sipped her wine, while also enjoying the view of the sexy bartender and listening to unspoken words around her. The raging jealousy in the room would be overwhelming for most, but not her. She basked in it more than anything. It was a sort of chaos in its own right. She was unrivaled in beauty and they knew it because the men, their men, in the room only had eyes for her, as it should be.

It was the passing thoughts of a woman hoping to cause jealousy in her partner that made her curious. What a fool. She thought returning to the bartender. It was the sound of snapping bones that caused her to perk a bit and pause. A squeak was silenced before it could be released into a scream. Rayne was curious as she listened to the girl’s instant a panic cut away. The immortal was mindful of her position but turned in her seat so that she could survey the crowd. She pinpointed the poor soul who was helpless to the unconscious commands of a gentleman besides her. She wasn’t one to judge, the girl’s fate was of little concern. It was his actions that intrigued her. As she raised her wineglass to take a sip, icy blue eyes lifted to become locked with the emerald orbs of the gentleman.

A sly smile crossed her lips as she watched him move about the crowd and head in her direction. Rayne didn’t turn back to the bar like a frightened girl receiving unexpected attention, but rather lounged in her seat looking over the room and catching him in her peripheral vision. He wasn’t shy. Good. The man moved with purpose and took a seat closely beside her. His confidence filled the air around him. Rayne didn’t get giddy like other women when a handsome man took interest, but he definitely had her attention. His charm filled the crisp accent of his voice.

“Should I let you be the judge of that?” Rayne responded with a smile tempting him. He had after all come to seek her out after locking gaze with her and claiming the remaining seat at the bar beside her. Even he was allured by her presence like the others, but he clearly wasn’t as influenced as they were. Age perhaps? It helped that she was indeed quite stunning when dressed accordingly. The immortal was here to attract opportunity to have some fun and it seemed she was successful to have such a handsome man approach her with such confidence. He wasn’t intimidated by her. “A bitter sweet ending for the wretch you compelled.” She spoke following his gaze to the couple leaving. Rayne could feel her fangs shift at the thought of the blood soon to be shed and the absolute devastation that the man with her was soon to experience. “Too bad she won’t live long enough to realize her mistake.”

“Business arrangement bring you here or perhaps a casual encounter?” She asked him looking to gage his intentions for coming to the Red Rose, ultimately what he had neared her for. This establishment was multi-function in that it allowed business to be contended in the private booths around the main area. She wouldn’t pry his mind on such an interesting opportunity that could turn into her favour.

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The chair was pulled away from the bar silently. It’s leg were raised off the floor as Marc picked it up with one hand with very effort. It was how he did most things. Very little noise, gave him an alluring quality, especially when he was surrounded by the mortals of earth. His walk was silent, his shoes seemingly to barely hit the pavement. It was necessary to be a stealthy hunter, a predator of the night, much like the beauty to his left. Marc, not only enjoyed the silent death of a life fading away into the pits of hell, but reveled in those ones drawn out, like a symphony. The screams of his victims could still be heard if he concentrated on them well enough, not one had been forgotten.

A little piece of each of them tucked away in a locked room within his mansion. Locked in case his cherub got a bit to close, and had started to explore the house without him there. Of course she could have always used her magic, but why would she go to such great lengths if he had given her nothing to worry about. Marc showered her with anything she could ever need, including a love only found in novels, and just as fake.

Marc eyes lingered on the man working behind the bar, having been noticed. He had offered the vampire a drink but he had waved it aware not interested. He had been here for hours it seemed, throwing them back like an alcoholic who had no control over his intake. The effects were still non-existent, but the thirst he felt in his throat burned like a million razors in his throat. He wanted to drink, and drink deeply. As a young immortal, this feeling had made him crave a dark and chilled wine. Yet, the taste had never satisfied him until he had drunk at least three bodies dry. The reason he had first come to the Red Rose, wasn’t the same as the reason why he had stayed.

Inclining his head in her direction his hand reached over the bar top and snatched her drink, bringing it to his nose and smelling the scent of her lips on the edge of the glass. The woman in red was a dangerous creature, it was clear not only from the way she smelled, but how she controlled herself and the people around her. She was a use to getting what she wanted, not having to pay the fee of consequence for them either. The aroma of blood clung to her aura, but Marc could hear her heartbeat from the place bar stool he sat upon. “No.” Marc spoke, his husky tone full, but soft enough that other would have to strain to hear him. His hand pushed her glass back in front of her. “It wouldn’t be as much fun to watch.” He had always enjoyed the oblivious prey’s blind eyes to the hunter that stood next to them. The realization on their face when cornered was more exciting, than side-ways glances, awaiting the pounce.

Turning his head he watched the couple leave the room, a look of pure lust on the girl’s face. He smiled, knowing she would think of him when fucking the shit out of her mate. They always did, always regretted the life they choose, and it stroked his ego tremendously. Like Jas it made them easier to manipulate. Marc looked over to the woman next to him really for the first time. This one wouldn’t be so easy. Yet, did he want to. She seemed to have a similar taste for horrid events as he had. It had been a long time since he was allowed to be himself. To not hide from the mortals he wooed just because he needed them for a little while. “A fair enough ending for a whore.” In his opinion, he had shown the woman a kind mercy.

At first Marc’s plan had been to follow the couple. Watch them from across the street as the fucked with the blinds open. Smile as she slit her throat so deep she nearly decapitated herself. The screams that would fill the street, through an open window as her lover was overcome with horror. Marc would have made quick work of him, making it so that he would never forget that night. That he would relive over and over, until he could bare it any longer. For the vampire, it would have been a pleasant ending to a night that had been uneventful. That was to say until now. Unknowing to the woman, she might have saved the boy’s life. “A bit of both, business and pleasure. Nothing catching my eye as an interesting enough prospect, until now.” Despite his answer from earlier the bartender skated a lone glass of bourbon toward him, holding two clear ice cubes. Bringing it up to his lips he sipped it, feeling the alcohol dimming the fire in his throat. “And you? With that dress you look like you looking for something a bit more convivial than anything business could provide.” It was now he angled his body toward her, his leg parted, as his side leaned against the bar.



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He was also apparently quite daring as well… The man snatched up her wine glass. One would typically be expected to know what it meant to get between a woman and her drink, however, his hand was saved by the fact that she was not about to take a sip. The alternative would be the loss of a finger or perhaps a hand, but that wouldn’t happen tonight, so long as it didn’t happen again.

The immortal traced the rim of her wine glass, reclaiming it so to speak. Was he trying to decipher her secret? He didn’t give her the answer she desired to hear, but it was intriguing never the less. It was one of the things she enjoyed much about the night. She could daze and lure the unsuspecting away to satisfy her desires, much like the scenario with the young master only hours prior to her coming to the Red Rose. He had taken to her like a moth to flame, much like the response she received here in the establishment. His desires were of carnal nature. The shock on his face when not long after taking her fill of his body she took all of that which gave him life. The sound of his heart pounding in fear, the smell of fear itself was arousing. It certainly wasn’t as much fun if they knew what was coming.

The couple he cursed were quick to disappear through the doors. Their night was going to be memorable for the party still left alive. She had to wonder if the man would end his own life in pursuit of his love by the very same knife? Jump a railing? The wine in her glass moved smoothly as she moved it thoughtlessly to renew the rich flavor. Her eyes flickered to the handsome bartender. Icy eyes could see the artery beneath the skin of his neck pulsing. It was in that moment she became aware of the eyes that come to set on her. Rayne smiled as she took a sip of wine. She’d let his gaze linger a moment longer before turned a bit more towards him, at least then she could get a better view of his handsome features.

His strike green gaze was the first thing to catch her attention only moments prior. He dressed to please and attractive to the unsuspecting if they weren’t careful. Appearance told a lot about someone and he certainly had her attention. Charming one he was too as words left his lips. He continued to draw on her favour with compliments. He knew the game well it seemed.

The bartender came by once more with a whiskey glass for her company and he didn’t protest. “In the most prosperous deals do they not come hand in hand?” The immortal spoke smoothly. Resting the glass on the bar with one hand, her other swept long tresses back to reveal her shoulder. She smiled as he moved about in his seat. Her eyes shifted to rest with his. “Who said business had to come first?” Like her father Rayne granted favours so long as they benefited her in the long run, and sometimes these favours were left open to be called on at a later date. Once people learned of her true identity they were quick to ask favours without considering what may be asked of them in return. She wondered in this man knew who she was. “The things I want I take.” He wasn’t going to fall solely to her charms and she was rather blunt about her desires with someone just outside her grasp. He was welcome to leave if he did not appreciate her thoughts. Rayne wanted the world but it was not within grasp just yet so she’d cease control of what she could and take advantage of such encounters where she didn’t intimidate the other party. “It takes the right company,” hinting at him “or some poor soul to catch my eye before I take what I seek,” she continued in memory of her last victim and the bartender who may soon follow after him. “What do you desire most?”

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She was stunning. All the men in the room knew it, along with the vampire who sat next to her. Even she knew it. Marc hadn’t missed that subtle little glance, and the smile curling the corners of his lips just before she sipped at her wine. A woman of confidence. A trait that was becoming as rare as pandas in the wild. The modern age women were weak, promiscuous, and had low self-esteem. He found them easy to manipulate to his wills, and give him whatever it was he wanted. On the other hand, it also made the game he played less fun. Marc enjoyed a bit of fight in the women he pursued, but the women of today were making it far too easy.

As she turned toward him, he let his eyes linger on the front of her face. Her eyes dark, matching the shade of her tresses. Her skin was creamy, but not a sickly pale. It held notes of pinks, telling him she was more alive than he had been in a very long time. Her dress clung on her figure for dear life, but there was no man within these four walls that would have been sad to see it slip to the floor. It was red, and paired nicely not only with her skin, but the darkness of her assets.

She was anything but human, and because of the power Marc could sense she possessed, it was the only reason he didn’t take her there against the bar. Wrapping his arms around her, as any man would have done the girl he was paired with for the night. His hands moving down her thighs, bunching her dress up just along her lower spine. Her elbows would be on the bar, able to carry on a conversation with the bartender, or anyone across from her. Just the front of his trousers undone enough no one would be the wiser that he was fucking her in public. There might have been one or two observers, but they would have averted their eyes, and looked the other way from their own embarrassment. Jealous they wouldn’t have had the balls to get a quickie in a public setting.

After he might have brought her home for round two. A round that probably wouldn’t have been as fun for her as it was at the Rose. But, he never really cared much about what a woman or a man wanted, it only mattered what he desired. Some days he might have been in a good enough to allow options, but the end result was always the same. His game would end the way he wanted it to. Never had he been caught off guard yet, but there was always the possibility hovering over his head like a cloud.

Alas she wasn’t mortal, despite the blood that pumped through her veins. The smell of blood lingering along her breath paired with her wine told him she was a predator. Marc wasn’t one to be fooled by beauty alone, but so far she was doing a fairly good job. With an elegant stroke, a lock of hair was pushed from her shoulder, revealing her flesh to him, and the veins that pumped her life source through her feminine body. He listened to her as she spoke, thinking about the many deals he had made over the length of his life time. It was what he was doing with Jas. He needed her, for business purposes, for her spells, but there had been no reason why he couldn’t seduce her in the meantime to get what he wanted. It made it all the more fun for him, and eventually like many of the witches that came before her, that fire of her life that burned so brightly would be blown out. Only a rise of smoke dispersing any sign she ever existed.

Marc smiled as she spoke his life philosophy. There was nothing in this world that wasn’t already considered his. What he wanted he took, because in his mind; it already belong to him in the first place. There wasn’t a mortal alive that could stand up to him. His skill went unmatched, and that not only included his combat training, but his witty charms, and intelligent mind. Looking around the room, he was humoring her as he spoke. “And what is you want now?” The vampire shifted in his seat, looking behind him so that he could get a full sense of every face in the room, before looking back to her.

His hand slid out, grabbing the edge of her seat, much the way he had down to Jas in her little coffee shop and pulled her closer. Only this time, it wasn’t to keep their conversation quiet. The palm of his hand pressed to the smooth fabric of her dress near her upper thigh, feeling her warm pulse underneath. Fingers moved in a circle, before gripping and moving further up her side. A gentleman to his left looked on in a silent jealous rage. Marc could smell his seething anger, and smiled toward the woman even more. Even when she asked him what he desired.

It wasn’t a secret what he wanted, it never had been. It wasn’t something he kept locked away from the light of day, afraid for anyone to see his flaws. Marc had no flaws, and was the best at what he did, not matter what that was. Ian was the greatest game in his life, but the end was coming. Green gaze locked into hers, the hand moving along her body, now on her the gentle curve of her spine. “To finish what I started, but a little suffering along the way never hurt anyone.” Like this strange woman, he would take what he sought, and Ian would reap what he sowed so many centuries ago. To watch him lose everything again, could almost make Marc dance in delight.



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Rayne, or rather Gemory, had been sealed away for a very long time and so the activities of the new modern age mortals were interesting and yet very much the same as the past. Especially in Feneria so Demetrius explained to her, it maintained the ancient tradition of slavery. Despite the efforts of the human race to condemn slavery, it was impossible. It would always exist in one capacity or another in the world, including protected supernatural cites such as this one and many others. Pathetic humans searched the skies for other life when they were surrounded by forces that could crush their very existence or enslave it entirely.

His smile gave himself away to be of same mind as her. In Feneria people were selfish and talked big while never acting out. She was fairly certain this charming and handsome creature would never do such a thing and like her pursue what he wanted despite what the other party felt. Icy blues lingered to meet his keen green orbs as he asked her what he wanted. He was a predator like herself and was good at it as he began to stir her desires even more. He went so far as to pull her closer and lean in ever so slightly, his hand upon her.

She could feel the coolness of his touch through the fabric of her dress as his hand lingered up her thigh. Her eyes remained on him, but her body was attune to his touch. His hand worked its way up her side and she returned his smile. There were lingering eyes on them, green eyed jealousy, but it mattered not. Desire pool in her as he made his intentions just as clear to her physically as she had spoken in words. Wine glass placed on the bar beside them, delicate fingers traced up the muscle of his arm. He was cool to the touch, but that bothered her not. Demetrius was just as chilled. Fingers lingered to touch the line of his jaw. Eyes narrowed slightly as a mischievous smile curved about her lips. “You seek revenge to ultimately destroy another, someone in past close. So bittersweet it will taste once exacted.” She spoke.

Many came to her in seek of revenge, the price steep, but she always won once the deal was closed. She straightened just a bit as she felt his hand continue to linger at her back. “Carnal desires, lust, temptation… Wicked and yet so fulfilling.” As she spoke her hand made its way down his chest, grazing the buttons before coming to tap to the leather of his belt. Yes, he had riled her up. Her own desires still yet to be satisfied since awakening, but would they ever truly be fulfilled? This man’s confidence was attractive and those green eyes held her quite firmly. How could she resist such a handsome face?

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The only thing that had broken his gaze was the movement of her arm. Pupils shifted down, watching those delicate fingers of hers touch his skin. If he were mortal, and longed for her touch the way the other men in the room did, his skin might have raised in goose-flesh. Nails moved over his pale flesh lightly, and then to his jaw line. The pressure of those fingers and the sound of her voice made him refocus solely on her. Marc watched her lips. They curved into a smirk, as if she were trying to hide something, but the vampire thought little of it. All women had secrets, this one would be no different. Most importantly he didn't care to know them.

She talked to him as if she knew exactly what it was he wanted done. Almost as if she had been there from the start. Marc tilted his head, watching her closely. Had she been? In the world they lived in it wasn't a shock to come across someone as old as himself. They were few and far between, but it happened. In his supernatural life, Marc had even come across demons. Walking the earth like any other mortal. The vampire had been intrigued by such entities. Their power going unmatched, and the way they hunted was captivating. Never had they needed to be limited on who, or what they hunted. The mortal realm was their playground, and Marc had found himself wishing away his soul to be apart of such power, and greatness.

This woman before him, subtly reminded him of those hell dwellers. She was as beautiful as the angels that floated above in heaven, but there was something black and sinister about her. Marc was not only tolerating her, he found her company enlightening, and could see himself all the more enjoying her presence. It was a small seed that was taking root in his mind. Still intact, and had yet to grow. The vampire was entertaining the idea of wanting to keep her around, obviously for a different reason then how he was keeping Jas. Sharing his plans with this unknown stranger, putting their heads together, and coming up with the best way to go about his business. Marc could feel the devil’s finger on his soul, stroking it like a pet cat. He was unaware that it was actually Lucifer’s daughter that was the one interested in what soul he had left.

“It had been the first time around. The wolf gene pumped through his veins, dormant until his death.” He lifted a finger, pointing it to the ceiling, but her words clearly stated that he was meaning above the physical building. “A God, must have been looking out for him that night.” The line where she touched tensed as he thought of that stormy night so many centuries back. Had he known Ian would have arisen from death in almost the same manner as he had, he might have gone about his murder differently. Severing his head completely, or fishing out his heart might have done the trick. Marc had been so blinded by his rage, and the calling of his maker, that he had made a foolish mistake.

The hand on her back, moved back down her spine, stopping once it reached the curve of her ass just above the seat she sat in. His grip tightened slightly as she spoke the word temptation, and smirked right back at her as she had earlier. His eyes watched her lips as she spoke, feeling that hand move from his jaw, to his chest. The shirt tugged a little as she moved over his buttons, threatening to pop, but remained intact. Marc’s gaze didn’t move from her eyes looking back at them now, and hearing the gentle tap of her nail against his belt buckle. He didn’t stray away out of embarrassment or lean into her touch like he was some eager teenage boy. He remained still, but a light had been lit in his eyes. He wouldn't have denied her if she wanted a taste. What women didn't?

“These actions are only wicked to those who aren’t strong enough to go after what they desire.” His gaze moved to the rest of the room. Meeting each gaze of almost every man in the room, as they took their turn and looked toward the pair. They called themselves men, but yet they hung back away from the women the all wanted. Afraid of rejection, or acceptance. She intimidated them all, except for one. To Marc she was the same as he was. Unafraid and unmoved in fear from his presence. One of his feet caught the hem of her dress and as he moved up to adjust his pants, the edge was caught by the hand that had been resting on the bar. Cold fingers slipped beneath her dress, touching her shin, moving up and over her knee, until it took up residence on her upper thigh. Her legs were together, crossed, but her warm skin only resisted him little as part of his fingers dipped between her legs. “You’re making me ravenous.” He said out loud, gripping her flesh with both his invading hands, his words speaking of desires that were the only things were pursuing.



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Men such as him were always drawn to her when they held such immeasurable all-consuming desire for revenge. It was almost as if those who possessed such hate could unconsciously sense her and her ability to aid in their quests, for a price of course. Beneath that cool and collected exterior that yet shared her desires, she could sense that there was a deep rooted wrath within him. Perhaps she could coax a taste of it from him. Rayne was good at what she did and loved to feed the fire of sin everyone despite how pure that believed themselves to be. This gentleman was far from pure, he was stained with blood of centuries past and it enticed Rayne more and more. He confirmed her innate suspicions and as he continued he was right no not refer to the single God most worshipped. The title bitter on her tongue. Her father had been cast out and condemned to Hell. Her distaste for God was an inherited one. She too wished to destroy him once she destroyed her father first.

She watched him carefully, haunting blue orbs alight with desire to match his own. The man willingly came to her and was ensnared. It was small, but she noticed his reactions to her touch. The muscles of her back tensed slightly as his lingering hand teased her spine. Her jaw parted slightly as her breath hissed quietly between her teeth when his hand tightened on the curve of her ass. She was acutely aware of his cool touch in contrast to her warm flesh. Vampires lacked the warmth of the living and although she shared similar features to such creatures, she was not one herself. Rayne could feel the shifting of her long whites, but kept them sheathed. Her voice enticed him and he didn’t object to her touch. She wanted a taste of what he had to offer and he seemed just as interested in what she had. Her hand fell palm down on his upper thigh.

The immortal could feel the skirt of her dress lift easily as the slit of her dress allowed near easy access. His light touch traced a line up her leg, a hot trail left behind as it worked its way up her leg to rest on her thigh, closing in on her center as she felt the tug of her dress lifting the accommodate his reaching hand. Had he been anyone else she would’ve split him in two but she wanted this and he was doing well to stir her desires. Icy gaze couldn’t part from his as he spoke. The tension between them cracked and Rayne was hard pressed not to cease him there, not that an audience to their sexual endeavors bothered her. A quiet groan emanated from her as he clearly was ready to act on both of their desires.

The hand that tapped his belt found purchase on his thigh, palm facing down and squeezed. Her other hand ceased his chin, thumb brushed his lower lip as she contemplated claiming them with her own. Rayne leaned in ever so as if she were to complete the action. “Then how about we quit fucking around here so you can ravage me and demonstrate how deep you desires run…” She spoke bluntly. That mischievous smile crossed her lips once more she would have him. “Show me that wrath I see in your eyes.”

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This woman, so much like himself, and yet she was a whole nother animal. Marc had smelled the fresh blood on her the moment he had approached, but her heart beat heavy in her chest. The flesh his hands touched was warm, breathing life into the atoms around her. He found himself wanting to ask her just what she was. In his travels the immortal had come upon many rare and dangerous creatures, but whatever she was escaped him. If he had ever traveled across what she was, Marc either forgot, or they weren’t as remarkable as the creature before him. She was the embodiment of sin and lust, tempting any and all who found themselves looking in her direction. The vampire wasn't immune to such charms, and even though he was ageless, Marcel was still a man of seduced by the physical form.

No one else in the room had heard that small little moan fall from her lips. No one else had needed to, the sound she had made wasn’t for anyone but him, and Marc reveled in it. The sound caused him to slip his hand further, finding the place on her body where it bent into her hips, his thumb slipping between her legs. Feeling her warmth encasing his digit caused him cock to hardened. The front of his slacks pulling tight across his zipper, a straining bulge appearing quickly. The smooth fabric of her undergarments kept him at bay from entering between her womanhood completely. A single man had now turned to watch them, unable to draw his gaze away.

Marc could feel her hand slide from his belt, and onto his thigh, gripping his muscles there. His slacks tightened even more under her grip, and he adjusted his hips extending a leg and letting his dick have more room to grow. A finger skimmed his bottom lip just before she leaned in, her mouth parting and words fell from it like hell fire. The fiend hadn’t needed to have her words to take what he wanted from her, but he also didn’t need to be told twice. Marc nearly growled as he stood, pulling her body close, and taking her by the hand. The bartender watched them go, disappearing in one of the private lounge rooms where Marc drew the curtain to shut out the rest of the prying eyes that had been hovering upon this extravagant woman. For the night she belonged to him, and he would have her in every way.

Turning after securing the fabric he moved on her, his speed unmatched by any mortal, and slammed her into the wall. With a simple unzip of his pants, and a hike of her dress they could have fucked until the sun came up, but Marc wanted more. He was greedy a man, and that body locked away in her dress just wasn’t going to do it for him. He grabbed her face, unafraid of what she was, or the fact that should could potentially tear him apart. Forcing her to look at him, he gazed into those eyes, touching those full lips with his own finger, feeling her breath as her swollen her chest into him. “Take it off.” He demanded ruthlessly, and then bent down to kiss those lips that were so inviting.

His hand slipped toward her ass, finding the zipper, and lowering until it kissed the top of her thighs. That same hand then moved inside her dress, gripping her firm backside, sliding his finger down in between her legs once more and under the piece of fabric that had kept him from touching her flesh before. Marc found her warmth, slipping his cold finger between her closed nether lips, and rubbing against her. His right hand was holding her neck, thumb resting on her cheek but he wasn't stroking her face like some lost lover. She was a woman, and he was a man, both wanting a good fuck and nothing more. Marc's tongue slipped inside her mouth, fully tasting her and made a noise of of hunger. The vampire wanted more and surely would get it.

He withdrew those fingers that had been touching her buried deep between her legs, bringing them to his mouth, and licking her juices completely off them. Marc backed away, making a motion with his hand that she could now removed her garment, to reveal her entire form to him. Meanwhile he brought his hands to his own upper body, removing each article of clothing effortless and neatly setting it on of of the chairs in their small space. His muscles catching the light above their heads in all the right places. Marc adjusted his crotch, as his dick pressed against the fabric, then pointed at her heels. “Leave those on, love.” His words were husky, deep, and dripped with hot lust, he was more than ready to ravage her, and have her scream his name where all the party guests could hear her.



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Her mischievous smile only seemed to widen as she felt the tautness of his pants. He shifted to accommodate his growing erection. His adjustment did not go unnoticed and she knew she would have him this night all to herself. Delicate hand shifted ever so slightly over his trapped cock, stroking it just once in a teasing gesture. “You desire me…” She smirked as he jaw parted once more, a soft gasp escaping her. He was just as much of a tease…

The immortal slipped from her perch easily enough as her handsome man ceased her hand and pulled her close to stand with him. She had been to the Red Rose many times and knew of where he would be taking her. She knew of the private rooms and had taken to them with lured men for a snack and a bit of fun in the past, but nothing would compare to this night. There was not but a second between him closing the curtains and him pinning her to the wall. Rayne growled slightly as he slammed her into the wall and pinned her with he gorgeous body. Her head tiled slightly up, but was ceased by his hand. Very few could get away with what he was, but she liked the rough and demanding nature he possessed. Icy orbs locked with striking green.

The immortal didn’t smile this time, but rather gazing into his eyes as he touched her lips and claimed them with his own after demanding the removal of her clothing. She smiled against his lips as he helped speed the process of removing her dress. Rayne pressed back against his body as his hands eased the zipper down. She could feel the anticipatory growl rise in her chest. Her lips parted in a wanting groan as hands found her hot center. Rayne loved a good fuck and anticipated this handsome vampire would most certainly show her a good time. It was clear he was used to getting his way. She groaned again as his tongue pushed into her mouth as she opened up to him. Her hands that lingered on his chest found the curve of his ass and squeezed. The noise that left him was music to her ears.

Unfortunately, she had to let him go for a moment. She glared at him intently as he tasted her juices before backing off to give her space to remove the length of her dress. Rather than do as he commanded she leaned against the wall and watched as he removed each piece of clothing. She smirked as she watched him unbutton his shirt and reveal the perfection beneath. This night, it was all hers… “Of course…” She cooed as he mentioned her heals. As he gazed upon her with as lust she was familiar with she pushed off the wall to give herself room.

Rayne’s hands shifted to the small clasps at left side to release the backing of her dress. The beads fell to the side and hung from the fabric of her dress. She would take her time just to watch him lust after her with his eyes, letting him imagine every which way he could take her as she teased him slowly where he stood. Arms then lifted to pull up on the red fabric at her shoulder and ease it over her head. She kept her gaze on her handsome man and let the fabric fall to the floor around her ankles to reveal a front clip nude bra and a sexy red thong. Usually she’d leave the dress where it fell, but in such a small space it wasn’t wise. Her heel caught the edge of the dress and she bend only slightly to pick it up and toss it onto the chair to her right. Righting herself Rayne took a few steps forward to close the distance between them, the click of her heels soft on the marble floor.

With her heels she was just about his height. She neared him and smiled, a hand lifting to find the coolness of his chest. She looked him over. “A warrior before turning.” She spoke as she felt the muscles of his stomach beneath her hand. The shadows whispered to her of him. “I think you’re a bit over dressed still.” She then growled softly as she pulled on the clasp of his belt and helped it to release. She was quick about the clasp and zipper of his trousers and let hem fall about his ankles. The immortal’s hand took gentle hold of his neck as she willed him to step forward. “Much better.” She smirked as her hand lowered to stroke his hardness. His nakedness phased her not as her hand took his ass and pulled him closer to her once more. “Now you may continue.” Rayne told him darkly as her eyes remained locked with his, her other hand shifting to take his chin to claim his lips in a lustful kiss that held promise of fulfilling his deepest desires if he played his cards right.

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The space between them had lengthened as Marc removed himself, licking her taste from his finger and removing his shirt. One of his hands gripped the seat that his shirt laid upon as his shoes were removed. He wasn’t beyond getting fully nude, and if she wanted his pants off, then he would oblige. In the moment it would have taken more time to remove them than if he had waited, and so had taken the opportunity. Again his hand moved to the front of his pants, gripping his own manhood, and adjusting as he watched her. There was no shame in his game at all, and nights like this one weren’t all that hard to come by. Gripping himself he gave his cock a few good tugs while she teased him. His head tilting, and observing even the most subtle of movements.

The beads that hung at her sides, clicked together. The sound of the fabric as she removed it, just moving gently over her skin caused his senses to enhance. A confident woman who knew what she wanted. Like this one did was only found once in a blue moon. Had she been a slave he would have taken her home with him. Paid any amount of money they asked for just to be able to fuck her whenever he wanted. He tilted his head at the notion, smiling a little and touching his chin. Technically the bitch was already his, it was unknown to him exactly what or who she was, and in this moment he didn’t care. His mind didn’t go to what her endgame was, that this woman might have been claiming him already for other and darker purposes. Had she asked him outright, he might have entertained the thought of doing her bidding, as long as the rewards were great. If Marc was a fortune teller, he would have told himself great things waited in the wings and would have blindly grasped the bull by the horns without hesitation.

Marc’s eyes moved to the woman ass she bent over, so agonizingly slow it nearly made him groan in longing. However, he kept his respect and remained unmoved. His brows the only indication that any emotion of lust stirred in his being at all. His head lifted gazing upon her hips as they slid from side to side, only taking a few steps before she stood directly in front of him. Her hand was warm on his cold, hard chest, and he smirked as she admired his form. Already he had taken in the sight of her and had found her more to his liking than he had thought he would. Quickly he grabbed her wrist that rested on his chest and held it out, as she mentioned his past. A smart little minx she was. His body was covered in small scars, little knicks nothing life threatening, for the cause of his death had been just below the surface of his skin. “You have no idea love.” He whispered back to her.

In the low light of the room, Marc remained still. Becoming like her little doll whose clothes she wanted to remove. Only she wasn’t exchanging them out for others, she wanted to play with him and not in that innocent sense of the word. The curve of his lips twisted up in a half smile, lifting his arms just a bit as she went to work on the belt, buttons, and zipper. It didn’t take much effort with her hands to push them down to his ankles, in which he stepped out of instantly. His foot just scooted them over near the chairs were his shirt had sat, unconcerned with scooping them up for the moment. There were better things at hands. He wore no underwear and was now completely bare to her

Marc was a prideful man and liked things to go his way. He could be stubborn, and nasty when he wanted to be, but when the woman grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him forward, he moved ahead following her lead. There was no mistaking his dominance, or the simple fact that she wasn’t controlling him because he was intimidated. The vampire simply allowed her to do so. Had he decided she wouldn’t touch him so forcefully she wouldn’t, that pretty little wrist of hers would have been snapped before she knew what hit her. At least in his warped mind, that’s how he thought it would go. For now, bending to her will didn’t seem like all that bad of a plan.

He leaned his hips into her as she grabbed him, his hands moving to her hips, trailing up her sides until he reached her ribcage. Thumb moved over each individual rib, giving it a squeeze hard enough to make any mortal woman scream and force the air out of her lungs. Rayne’s lips were upon his, and he pressed into her. His cock stood at full attention, moving between her legs as she pulled him close, and skimming her still hidden clit. Between her legs were hot compared to his own flesh, and her lust filled body had risen that temperature even higher. A finger rose, flicking the clasp that held her bra together, and with little effort, it snapped and fell on the chair behind her, next came her underwear, and he wasn’t all that concerned with keeping it intact as he ripped the sides. Gripping the red piece of cloth he tossed it out of the way.

Her legs were long and called out to him like a lonely siren. Fingertips ran up her thighs digging into the flesh of her backside before lifting her up. Her hips were pressed against his as he moved her to the wall, hitting her spine against it a bit too hard. Her face buried into her neck, nipping her skin with his fangs as he lifted her higher. Lips moved over her chest, and between her breast. The muscles in his arms contracted, tensing, though she felt as light as a feather considering his species. The firm and flat skin of her stomach sucked in as his face trailed further down her body, her back skimming the wall as she continued to rise. Finally, she was high enough that one after the other moved her legs over his shoulders. Marc kissed the inside of her thighs in turns, blowing cool air toward the crux of her legs. His tongue moved from between his lips, rasping over her bundle of nerves. It was slow, and gentle at first, to light of a touch, and anytime she moved her hips toward him he moved his head backward. “Be still.” He called up to her, moving his eyes to her face, the words nearly a growl, but there was a playfulness in his eyes.



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Her fingers lingered over the hardness of his chest while icy orbs took in his form. She would most certainly enjoy this and future endeavours… Her eyes flickered up to meet his as he boldly took her wrist in a firm grasp. A spark of anger ignited in her, but was quelled rather swiftly with the reminder that he yet knew of her. Her impulsive anger had no place here in the space between them; instead it was replace with amusement. His words made her smirk up at him. She knew much more than he gave her credit for. The shadows hissed of his demise and life since. He carried much darkness that would swallow him whole in time and make him hers when she had her way with him.

He was easy to draw close, willing to let her take the lead even if it was only for a moment. If he even tried to deny her more than what was excusable, he would learn quickly who was really in charge here. She would tell him who she was and offer him something he couldn’t refuse when the right time presented itself. Rayne’s grip was firm and demanding upon him and he responded just as she’d hoped by leaning closer so she felt his hardness press to the soft skin of her hip, pressing lower towards her sacred center. The immortal groaned quietly against his lips at the sensations his hands drew from her as they pressed to her sides. The clasp of her bra released easily and fell, her underwear was not so lucky as it was torn away and tossed to the side.

A long leg curved about his hip as he lifted her. Her back then connected with the wall once more and a growl slipped through parted lips as her head tilted upwards. From the moment he came to her, she knew what he was and it was only a matter of time before he grazed the perfect skin of her neck with those long whites. The feeling caused her own pearl whites to lengthen and finally reveal themselves. Her hands found grip in his hair although were forced to loosen as she was lifted higher till her legs rested over his shoulders.

She could feel him move about her thighs, but gasped as he claimed her center. Her head dropped back as a moan emanated from her. The immortal couldn’t help but try to push forward with her hips, determined to get closer to him, but he would then withdraw. He wanted her to be still. She glared down at him and smirked. “You speak as if it’s to be a simple feat.” Rayne growled down at him. “To remain still while you go down on me.”

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The sight of her fangs as they had elongated hadn’t gone unnoticed when they presented themselves. Marc had yet time to react as the woman moved her hands through his hair, and seemed to take a hold of him. She was far stronger than he had originally given her credit for, but it was a welcome sight. Had it been a different moment he might have thought a bit more about her species. She was clearly a living creature with a thumping heartbeat, and yet she smelled, and fed of mortals. It could have crossed his mind that she was some sort of strange hybrid, but considering what was happening in the present, all such thoughts were ignored. Stored and saved until a later date, when he wasn't about to get laid.

It wasn’t often a woman was so enthused about fucking a complete stranger and in the presence of so many others. Well no exact presence, but the only thing that separated them from the crowd was a thin red curtain. Rayne had a confidence about her that Marc hadn’t seen for quite a couple years, but when he did come across he was drawn like a moth to a flame. Women of power were a welcome endeavor, and he was eager to spend the night with her or at least the next couple of hours. They hadn’t talked much back at the bar, at least not enough for Marc to see if he could even tolerate the woman. Yet, she was a beautiful thing, and he had no issue with wetting his dick inside of her. If she even had a potential for future visitation had yet to be decided. Marc really didn't need any friends, and forming a relationship wasn't on his to-do or bucket lists either. For now the woman would provide a good fuck.

She moved against him, a heavy intake of breath catching in her throat. Her voice was like smooth melted chocolate, and captured his attention like it had much of the men in the other room. Her legs were draped over his shoulders, the heels of her feet just barely touching the backside of his ribcage. Though there was a wall behind her Marc’s hands held her near her lower back to support her position, the muscles along his biceps tight with exertion. He smiled against her lower lips as she teased him about sitting still, diving head first between her legs just to see how much he could make her wiggle against him. Like a man who had done this many times previous his tongue got to work, moving against her. He entered her a time or two before pulling back, lower her body down the length of his.

Once they were back face to face, he nearly smiled at her. “You failed my lady.” He leaned in, kissing her neck, and letting his pointed fangs scrape against the flesh there. Marc didn’t put it past the woman that she might bite him, it wouldn’t have been the first time. But the vampire didn’t sense that he was at all her type. Losing her chance at the opportunity he let go of her legs so they fell back to the floor, grabbing her hips and turned her around. A small side table was to his left, and he wasted no time in smoothing his hand over the surface until everything that sat atop it either fell to the ground or was shoved to the other end.

Holding the women to his chest he shifted, and bent her over, pressing his groin firmly to her backside, his dick sliding between her legs. Marc sucked in a breath between his teeth, taking a firm handle on his own cock pulling back just enough to find her entrance before he slammed into her. The action wasn’t gentle, nor was it loving, but her lips opened for him with no resistance. A low groan fell from his lips, as hands gripped either side of her hips. His first thrust made sure that the entire length of him had disappeared within her. A single hand moved around to her front, grabbing one of her breasts and picking her up so that her back was arched enough that he could still please himself and have her against him. His him moved back and forth, his free hand slipping from her hip and slid between her legs to deliver her even more pleasure.



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Her gaze remained fixated on the man who tempted her. Despite her warning growl, he resumed his efforts to drive her wild. She knew what was coming, but a startled gasp came from parted lips and was quickly followed by a moan she couldn’t hold back. Rayne’s fingers interlaced with his dark locks once more as wave after wave of pleasure from his teasing assaulting on her. Aside from what the whispering shadows had told her about him, it was clear he was quite skilled in the art of pleasuring another. She couldn’t deny him the satisfaction of the belief that he had her right where he wanted her, because it was just as easy to say she was using him for her own gain. A creature of the night and a creature of hell, it was fitting really that they were using each other. Rayne cried out as he pulled just right on her clit and teased it between his teeth. “Damn you.” She groaned and withered slightly before squirming once more. Her grip on his hair tightened once more as another wave of pleasure filled her and made her move again. Luckily the music was loud enough to drown out her moans unless you were standing right outside the curtain that hid them from the crowd. If she really wanted to, Rayne could put up a suggestive veil around their little private lounge, but what was the fun in that?

The vampire inched her closer and closer to the edge but refused to let her find her release, only to stop and begin to lower her from her perch upon his shoulders. She eyed him and was clearly just a bit disappointed he had stopped pleasuring her. The immortal had wanted her release and he had denied her it. So very daring and his excuse, well because she moved about too much. Lucky enough for him her body was alert and sensitive to his touch as he leaned in to taste the side of her neck. For a moment she wondered if her new acquaintance would dare bite her. She was after all very much a living creature in contrast to his handsome yet death cold form. An involuntary tilt of her head made her appear inviting, but luckily it wasn’t accepted. Instead heels found floor and she began to make way towards the small table by the chairs.

Any other woman may have been alarmed by his very direct and controlling movements but Rayne took it in stride. She groaned with anticipation as he pressed against the curve of her ass, his length finding the inside of her leg. The immortal propped herself up on the table just enough so she was comfortable. She knew what was coming next, but the first thrust was always a rush. She was slick and ready for him when he finally aligned himself and took her hard. Rayne let out a crying gasp as he filled her completely. Her walls clenched around him as she adjusted to the size of him. A slight growl came from her as he pulled up back up to a near standing position. She arched against him, the feeling of his cool skin against her heated flesh felt electric. She groaned has he withdrew and thrust again into her while hands claimed the round of her breast and made way to the center of her. This was only the beginning.

Her right arm rose to take the back of his head and drew him just a bit closer, while her left lowered to caress the side of his thigh. She wanted to grab his ass, but this wasn’t the best position for that. He moved against her backside and once his fingers found her sensitive bud she couldn’t help but moan with the combined sensations. Who cared who was outside that flimsy curtain. Rayne was getting a sexy piece of cock from a man who seemed to be in his element and desired her body just as much as she wanted his. Her hand tightened in his hair. She wanted more.

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There was always a sound that was made with that first plunge in between a woman's legs. It had never before failed to please the man who fucked them and was always anticipating just which sound it would be. Marc’s age had always allowed him to experience many women, and along with that came their little quirks. Like how some ran their lithe and elegant fingers through his hair or scraped their nails down his back head arched back in pleasure. Even the little noises they would make while in the throes of ecstasy were subtly different. Some would bite their lip, trying to hush themselves and remain quiet as if it was a sin for anyone else to hear them. He could see their jaw tightened, their eyes sliding closed, and the muscles in the body grow taut as if trying to keep it all end. It was those that seemed to be the loudest in the end when they burst. Like a firework shooting up into the sky, sightless except a small tail of fire, and then an explosion of colors.

The sound that came out of Rayne’s opened mouth was nothing short of a cry. It was loud and full bodied like the rest of her form, and it gave Marc a deeper hunger in his gaze. It wasn’t out of pain, but pleasure. The little bit of noise was the reason he had grabbed her body and brought her up against his chest. Her skin was warm beneath him, but then again most things that weren’t like himself were. His face turned into the side of her neck, her hair bunching into the crook of his own. Her hand came around gripping his body where she could reach. He huffed a cold and shallow breath as their bodies rocked back and forth. The table that she had been leaning on scooted across the floor, leaving black marks upon the ground. It squeaked as it moved, high pitched at first, but soon turned to groan as the hand upon her breast was moved to steady himself against it.

Suddenly the immortal had an urge to see her. To be able to look down on her body that could bring any man in the other room down to his knees. He entertained the idea that if he was caught in the right mood, he might have lowered himself just so he could taste her. She was a woman of power. A large enough sum of it that it hadn’t gone unnoticed by the vampire, and he would have been nothing but a fool if he had ignored how it seemed to radiate out of her. Even her smell was intoxicating, and like the woman up against him, Marc wanted more.

His hands slipped from her body, pulling out of her completely before turning her on her back. He bent at the knees picking up her right leg and holding it up against his hip while his buried himself within in her once more. Marc lifted her high enough to fully sit her on the table now at her back. The surface was cool compared to her skin, and shiny enough that it reflected Rayne’s image up at him. A growl came from his throat, his head inclining and claiming her lips. His hips pushed forward, causing her chest to bounce with each thrust. His tongue had slipped from his mouth tasting her but was soon brought back to his own lips. He trailed it down the length of her jaw, and to her long and beautiful neck. One of his hands that were leaning against the table was brought up, fingers gripping her chin and angling her face toward the side. Fangs lengthened, that yearning burns claiming his throat just before he sank them deep into her porcelain skin. All the while his hips never ceased their movement and seemed to pick up speed as her sin filled blood washed over his taste buds.



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Each thrust had her back arching, pressing to him as she wanted more. Her fingers curled once more into the short hair of his head as she pressed her ass to him. His length was hitting her just right and a few cries of pleasure managed to escape her when the pressure became too much for her to hold back, not to mention his fingers were working her pleasure center well enough. He inched her close to her climax, but held her back from obtaining it. She wanted to curse him, but words were not formed easy. He knew what he was doing to her and he was more than likely reveling in it.

A shiver slide down her spin as she felt his breath on the side of her neck. She groaned and tightened her grip on him again as she took every thrust and basked in the power behind them. Marc was old and powerful, something she quiet enjoyed. A man who know his way around a woman’s body without having to be told twice or prompted, he fulfilled those very desires. Her fuck earlier in the evening had nothing on the vampire now at her back.

It was only for a brief moment, but Rayne growled when Marc didn’t thrust back into her. Instead her bottom found the edge of the side table and her leg was lifted around his hip. She glared up at him, her icy orbs piercing his emerald ones. The hand that had previously rested on his thigh found purchase on the table behind her. She then cried out once more as he filled her to hilt from a different angle that felt just as satisfying. The immortal appreciated the change even though the transition was but a brief moment of nothingness. Her fingers curled into the wood of the table and cause four lines to be scratched into the surface. The owners would have to buff out the streaks. She used her leg to hold him close while her other hand found his shoulder. He was all hers.

Rayne kissed him back as passionately as this encounter would allow. Her lust was an ever driving factor in this and she took what she saw as being hers. Her lips parted as she deepened the kiss and tasted him more fully. His tongue thrust past her lips in challenge and she moaned in ecstasy. Her head dropped back just slightly as he kissed a hot trail across her jaw line and to her perfect neck. Another moan escaped her as eyes closed ever so slightly. She could feel his hand move to the side of her face. Long dark locks fell out of the way and without much warning Rayne felt an instant burning sensation radiate from her neck. The smell of her own blood wafted into the air and she knew he’d buried his fangs within the throbbing artery of her neck. She hadn’t even felt his long white break the skin, only the after effect of his venom.

A gasping moan fell from parted lips as she wallowed in the now pain that contrasted with the pleasure rolling through her from his ever pursuing thrusts into her. Her arm released his shoulder only to snake up under his arm and grip the back of him while her other remain to steady them both now. She was strong enough, she could take both their weight easy enough. It was an odd feeling, but Rayne could feel Marc draw on the wound he created. She could feel her blood leaving her and she knew instantly she would need to feed very soon after they finished their fucking. “Drink too much and I’ll go into a frenzy…” She growled in warning but moaned again as his hit her g-spot just right. Her fingers dug into his back and she pulled him closer. Her climax was near.

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In the light of the small curtained room, Marc was nothing short of a monster. Had the woman’s mouth been turned down instead of partly opened by the sound of her escaping moans, and her eyes hooded instead of wide, one might have thought very different from the encounter taking place. Tonight, just like this siren beneath him, the vampire could have had anyone in the room. Whether they had wanted him or not. He had his pick of the litter. Rayne had caught his eye well enough, and tonight, just outside those maroon curtains at the bar he had decided he would have her. How deep he was getting himself in was hidden in the dark chambers of the woman’s mind. She wasn’t forthcoming with her plans or the course she was willing to take to claim his soul, but yet, neither was he. Marc wasn’t stupid and had seen the power the woman possessed and sought to claim her the way she wanted to purchase him. Both parties wanted the other for their own gains, and both would search and destroy until what they desired was obtained.

The lust filled sounds that dripped from her lips like honey did not fall on deaf ears. They pushed the vampire to keep going, but not for the girls sake. They stroked his ego, just as much as the sound of her pain would have. There would have been nothing the woman in red would have been able to do to turn him away. He was drawn like a moth to a light, but not because he wanted her to solely be his. Marc had been horny, and tonight she had been the best looking female in the room.

His body was leaned over her, the muscles in his back rippling from his shoulder blades, down the full length of his spine. The immortal didn’t hold her close the way a lover might, to feel her body against him and fall in love at the exact moment. There was a good distance between their torsos as his hips rocked back and forth. His dick withdrawing, slick and wet from her insides, heavily pinkened at the tip as his blood flow pumped into his member. Underneath his balls were tucked neatly, readying themselves to release his seed.

The only part of him that craned was his neck. His fangs had poked two clean holes into her flesh, the blood flowing over her skin in small streaks before it met his mouth. Underneath his tongue was filled, threatening to spill past his lips and upon her chest until he swallowed. It was hot and thick, bitter to the taste but satisfying. She bled for him the way a stuck pig would in a slaughterhouse. Beyond her moans, and the way she felt wrapped around his cock, her blood was almost just as satisfying.

Her voice brought him around, but he cared not for whatever frenzy he would send her in. He assured himself that it would only be entertaining to watch. Her naked form, cum (her own and his) dripping down her legs, dried blood and sweat covering the rest of her body as she moved through the crowd of the club satisfying her own hunger. Marc would have watched from the shadows, taking the time to dress as she raged. His brow would lift as she drained the last of her victims, only to give her a wink and be on his way. At least that was how his mind played it out as he was lost in the image.

The tip of his tongue moved over each of the holes he had created in her neck. The skin beginning to heal despite that fact that he hadn’t finished. A thick drop of blood hung from the center of his bottom lip as he pulled back. His jaw locked, his body coming up as his quick thrusts slowed, but were harder than before. The rough shake of his body, caused the blood drop to sway before finally falling, descending toward the woman huffing under him. Marc watched it as if it was in slow motion, heavy at the bottom as it plummeted, two smaller discs following closely behind. A husky moan filled the space between them, feeling the pressure build in the head of his dick, like the way a giant would beat on a closed iron gate. The crimson-hued drop landed with a thick splash on right side of his partner's bottom lip, and just as it did so Marc reached the point of his ecstasy. A sound that was neither a growling or hiss filled him as he pumped into her, slowing his thrust until his ejaculation was complete. He hovered, but only for a moment before he withdrew from her body, his dick still firm.



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Rayne, the woman’s body who she possessed, was an immortal. She was a living vampire, a creature that relied on the blood of others for the simple fact she could not produce enough on her own to satisfy the demand of what was within her blood, a scientific technology with unexpected results. Immortality at its finest. Years later the ancient advanced society fell and was forced to integrate with a “primitive” world.

Pearl whites flash. Marc did not hesitate to sink fangs deep within the hollow of her slender neck. It was very much a strange and foreign sensation. Already she could feel the familiar longing within her to feed as he withdrew. The pain of the venom ebbed away as her body fought off the effects. Scarlet red blood streamed down her neck briefly. Within moment though, the blood trail stopped and she healed. She did need his help with that, not that she though he would close the wound himself. He seemed quite pleased with himself. He took from her everything he could, but soon enough she would take from him so much more.

The pace of their fucking slowed, but the power of his thrusts only increased. Her end was close and she could only guess his was too. Rayne couldn’t help but watch his body as his muscles rippled and clenched with his efforts to take all that he wanted. A growling moan came from deep within her. He was a handsome creature, one who knew it. It had been so long since she had this level of satisfaction from another. Her inside clenched around him drawing on his length. It was then that the taste of her own blood on her lip distracted her for a split second just before a cry of pleasure emanated from her.

Her climax ripped through her and made her shake with the convulsions. Her sex milked him of his seed, the over flow mingling with her own juices and dripping down her thigh. She was a woman satisfied and reveled in the pleasurable aftermath. He backed off a bit and she felt his dick leave her depth. Her hand that had raked his back and drew small lines on blood moved behind her as she leaned back on the table. Her head tilted back slightly with icy eyes closed. The woman could help the halfhearted dark chuckle that rose from her. She most certainly was her father’s daughter.

She then lowered her head to peer at him, her icy gaze knowing and seemed to look past him and to his soul. The soul he probably thought died with his turning, but know it was very much there. Like all other creatures around her, they were all easy pickings; she could reach out and snatch it away or even drag his body into the darkness of hell to have her way. She was a dark creature with an alluring smile. He had fell into her trap easy even if he thought this encounter was of his will. She would take everything from him whether he was willing or not, that was his decision.

Her lips curved into a dark smile. Her hand reached out to touch the side of his face. “Is your desire only for revenge Marcus?” She asked looked into his emerald orbs as she tilted his head upward. Names hadn’t been exchanged but nothing hid from her shadows. “Once you have taken what you feel is owed, what next?” She asked. “There must be more… You don’t seem like a man easily satisfied.” She purred.

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