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I live to Serve I serve to Live	By : flamekaat Category: +G through L > Legacy of Kain Views: 1829 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Never be caught out after dark. It was a rule. It was bad enough that the village had to pay tribute in blood every year so they would not be massacred, But the beasts also divided the land into territories and hunted them with their respective fledge families. Today she and her slow donkey had been caught out when the sun went down. "Well Jacob what do we have here?" a voice echoed out of the deepening gloom. "It would appear to be a human female out after sunset master Raziel." the fledge snickered. Lianne knew she was screwed at that moment, a fledge by itself was fightable and maybe even killable for a girl her size, but a beast of this evil magnitude was beyond the abilities of even his brethren to kill. "My hunger gnaws at me master." the fledge whimpered pathetically. "I know Jeramy! You may have the donkey, but do not presume the right to human blood for at least another three decades. You have yet to prove the maturity to handle its sweet intoxication." Raziel chastised the weak fledge. Lianne whispered softly, although she knew that the vampires would hear, "Gentlemen, I and the donkey would like for you to please speed it up a bit. We have places to be and families to return to If you feel up to letting us live."

Lianne knew that being so brazen was a bad idea when the Master Vampire scowled at her, but it was too late to take back her words. "Cheeky Wench! For that you are not just the nights food but MY entertainment for this eve as well!" He leaped up onto the seat and grinned at her evilly displaying his wicked canines. Then he snared her eyes with his gaze and dropped her into a deep trance. Suddenly she knew a whole lot of things that she knew not the moment before. That with her misbehavior she had doomed herself to be forced, taken both blood and virtue, and that he really would rather not do so, but he must remain strong. If his reputation were to soften it could mean the lives of his entire clan, not just vampires but humans as well.

She also knew that there was no way to fake either the blood drinking or the sex act, as the vampires would smell both things. Even the weakest fledge had a good enough sense of smell to know if it had happened or not. She cursed profusely in her head as he lifted her from the seat of the wagon and flitted off through the trees jumping from trunk to trunk. His amused thoughts touched her. Wonder at where she had learned such foul oaths, and laughter at the sheer variety of her profanity.

He set her down in a clearing fully three miles from whence they had started. Then he raised his head a little and sniffed to sense others of his clan and kin. "None is near save Lord Kain, and he is far enough away to not worry over the goings on here in this clearing." Lord Raziel said softly. That was how he was addressed and she knew better than to just use the name his human mother had given him over a millenium past.

"So there is none to find out that you intend to try and be gentle as possible with me? Good. I would rather have one pleasant memory to hold unspoiled as I go to certain death tomorrow." His raised eyebrow was all the question she needed for her to start to cry. "My intended is the mayor�s son and he is fond of knives and torturing people with them. He will not hesitate *HICCUP* to use them on me and send me to the maker when I tell him I am no longer the Virgin He intended to Marry!"

He glared at her and she knew something else, that she was now about to become HIS and moreover no foolish mortal was going to dare harm her afterwards. By becoming his property she would be declared under his protection and deaths far more horrible than any given by a blade would find someone who messed with what belonged to HIM.

He deepened the trance yet further and sweet numbness spread to all her limbs and over her face. She braced herself for the blows that she knew were coming. Once twice three times he struck her. She felt nothing, but his millennia of knowledge suggested that she would have some dandy bruises to show off tomorrow and for weeks afterwards. This would give weight to the lie that she had somehow managed to struggle and fight him during her ravagement. His fangs flicked forwards into the fully extended feeding position. And he knelt to take her blood from the artery high up on her thigh. It was his favorite place to feed when drinking from a woman. Far more intimate than the wrist elbow or throat, and three times as delicious because of the wickedness.

Though she couldn�t feel it her nerves would still scream in pain from all the injuries, and offenses committed against her flesh. The smell of pain would add further to the fiction of fighting him. The force of the bite would also bruise her flesh. A bruise the size of a man�s fist would appear around each puncture mark. His claw like fingers would also mar the pale whiteness of her thighs where they gripped them, and leave a telltale three talon outline for all to see when she put on her festival dress at the end of the week.

"So instead of being dead I will be a pariah, marked as the vamp-whore, and ostracized for it. Better than being dead I suppose. Oh Well, Mother won�t tolerate me being treated poorly, and for those that must share a village with her, the wrath of a Martinson is more to be feared than even your own. This way it will all turn out for the best because I won�t be forced to marry that ass!" Once her reasoning mind found this justification Lianne grinned and determined that she would take her pleasure from this mighty lord and the Prudes be damned!

His amusement and the promise of pleasure in his eyes drew away all coherent thought as he drew her down to the soft grass. Her bodice laces confounded him for a minute and he was about to rip them to shreds, when she held up a hand to forestall such a disastrous ruination of her wardrobe. To her name she only possessed this one garment and her festival clothes as well as a pair of breeches that her brother had outgrown and an old shirt of her fathers to lose anything would be a cost she could not afford.

He allowed her to completely remove the laces, but stopped her hands before she could remove her blouse. He wanted to do the rest of the unwrapping him self. She was given to understand, by one of his glances that this would never be so new between them again, and was a precious moment he wished to savor to the utmost. He was most careful of her clothing each piece pulled off and carefully laid aside so that it would not be stained or wrinkled by the passion they were about to share. As each bit of pale flesh was uncovered he lavished it with kisses and licks, as well as a few small nips with his retracted fangs.

By the time he had completely removed her delicate cotton underclothes she was squirming with lusty heat, that burned from head to foot. It seemed most intense in her womanhood and fiery in her belly as well. He was still fully clothed and armored, and this stuck at her sense of the unfair. She wanted to see him too!

His longing look made her fingers tremble as she stripped away the armor and the banner with his name symbol, all that was left was his golden boots and a pair of fine leather breeches shiny black and gleaming in the moonlight, as did his moon white flesh. She grinned wickedly as she pulled the breeches out of the tops of his boots. Then undid them and managed to get them off without taking off the fancy and heavily ornamented footwear. The Boots could stay she decided. Now she wanted to taste him, as he had done to her!

His growled moans of pleasure at her tentative caresses encouraged and emboldened her beyond her somewhat nervous feelings of maidenly modesty and uncertainty. She gleefully tormented his flesh until, with a growl of pure savagery he flipped her on her back and poised himself to take her. His eyes met hers as he entered her, for the pain block had to be removed for her to feel the pleasure of these acts. Yes his eyes informed her with glinting amusement, once was not going to be enough.

The Burning agony of his entry lasted only a moment then the pain turned to a blissful sensation of the most incredible friction. She had thought herself lost before, but now she knew herself for a wanton woman, and she would happily suffer the life of a despised whore for the opportunity to do this as often as could be managed. He sensed this and grinned, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. She was HIS now indeed for all the rest of her mortal days. If only all the Humans would turn to his cause so easily.

An hour before dawn found Lianne climbing back into the wagon seat, her old nag none the worse for losing a couple pints of blood. She however was hurting very much. The pain numbing effects of the trance having been removed, though he was of such an advanced age that his vampiric powers could hold even under the noon day sun. It would not be good for her to apparently feel nothing. It would do no good for her reputation or his ether. She ached where her tender flesh was bruised and her womanhood felt like she had been abused which in truth she had most certainly been. Even though her heart was set on surrendering, such active use of her brought pain. It was only to be expected.

One last look into her eyes allowed the thought to be spoken in her mind, "Twill only feel good next time Lianne. I promise you that." Now that blood bonded him to her she could hear his voice in her head as well as knowing certain things all of a sudden. "One more thing My Lord Raziel," Lianne whispered quietly, " Please take care of Jeremy very, very Good care of him for although he did not recognize me in his hunger I knew him for my lost cousin. Now he is your kinsman as well and I would like to see him well on his way to becoming the best vampire he is able to be. He didn�t have the chance in life now in after life he might grow to his full potential. Please take great cares with him and have a pleasant day�s rest. Farewell!" Then she clicked her tongue at the mule, and the cart hurried off into the light of false dawn.
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