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Realms Converge	By : Candice Category: +G through L > Legacy of Kain Views: 3562 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Legacy of Kain, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.Don't get to Nosgoth itself til chap 5

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Edits as of 5/2016

'nother sex scene in this one that will be clearly marked for where you can skip. the sum of the theme is trust based if you skip through it.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Needed R & R

Kain pushed his way into the largest building, a good sized mansion, and began to look through the rooms thoughtfully as he took a lantern from one of the scouts. From the reports given to us by the scouts, this building had three upper floors and a basement, complete with winery. There was an interconnected tunnel system between this building and at least ten of the other buildings in the city via hidden passages. The scouts were currently going through those underground pathways to ensure structural stability of the entire area. It would do no good to start to set up shop only to find the buildings on the surface collapsing into our new Sanctuary. Even a vampire could die by being crushed so.

The mansion's ground floor had a small ballroom, a large kitchen, a pantry, a set of servant's quarters, a large primary dining room for when one had guests over and a small library. The second floor housed a larger library, a smaller kitchen and dining room for family use and several bedrooms including quarters meant for the head maid, the butler and the other upper tier servants.

The third floor had yet more bedrooms, separated into an east and a west wing by the stairwell that led up to the upper floor. These rooms were more finely built and Kain finally ended his exploration of the mansion at the largest and most opulent of the rooms which was connected to a slightly smaller room. I trailed after him and briefly peaked into the smaller room. I noticed that it had several armories, two large dressing tables, one distinctly masculine in design and another more delicate looking one. Both of the dressing tables had large mirrors connected to them. There were also a few wooden mannequins placed next to the wall. Each had half finished outfits hanging from them. Lastly, two suits of what looked to be ceremonial armor of some sort lay propped up in the far corner.

I turned my attention back to the main room with a thoughtful hum of breath. The room itself was as large as three of the regular bedrooms within the building combined. This was definitely the 'Master bedroom'. There was a dresser on each side of the room, again one done up in a more masculine design and the other was a softer and more feminine style. A circular table with two chairs sat at one corner of the room, a private dining table for two. Then there was a night stand on each side of the bed, both with stylised lanterns resting upon them.

Kain moved around the room and started to light the candles within the various lanterns. The room began to fill with the soft, reflective light and it made the room feel more welcoming. I looked to the side and saw that there were two large, ornate and heavy looking doors that led to a balcony that I knew overlooked the city. Both of doors were currently closed tight and bolted securely in several places.

The bedroom also had one of the largest, low to the ground canopy beds that I'd ever seen on Nosgoth. Something that those back on Gaia would have called a 'California King'. When I pulled the crimson silk bed curtains open and to the side to look over the matching sheets, a glint of reflected candle light caught my eye. I looked up and blinked with surprise at my own reflection. I raised a brow and let out another, thoughtful hum of sound.

"Really? There's a mirror above the bed?" I muttered softly to myself. Such a thing would have been extremely expensive even for a Noble to have had commissioned.

Kain chuckled from nearby, a low and dark rumble of sound, "Indeed? Good to know."

I shivered a bit as the sound of his chuckle sent a jolting thrill down my spine and my wings rose from my shoulders on their own. I shot him a bemused look over my shoulder and raised wing, then drew my wings to rest upon my shoulders once more with a ruffling twitch. He grinned at me and his fangs were briefly exposed in a near-to-playful baring of the sharp points. He set the lantern that he had been carrying onto the night stand that he stood next to. He then glanced around the room again before he looked back at me. He waved a hand at me and raised a brow questioningly.

"Adequate?" he asked in a bland tone.

I blinked, then blushed faintly as I realized that he was asking for my opinion on the room, if not the entire building. That he had asked me for my input... I felt honored and a touch embarrassed. Even with my being in Nosgoth for a while now, I was still unused to such extravagant amenities as what could be found within the room. I brushed my fingers against the bedpost and I looked around the room once more, this time with a little bit more of a critical eye. I looked back at him and tilted my head.

"You... intend to claim the building as your own?" I asked tentatively. I wanted to be sure of his intent.

"Vorador and Janos can make use of the rooms in the east wing unless they choose to remain within Meridian," he responded with a nod of his head. "At which point, the east wing will be used for guests if there is a need."

"The mansion is certainly large enough," I said with a small smile.

He then unsheathed the Soul Reaver and gouged a deep groove into the bedpost at the head of the bed. He leaned the sword against the bed and the base of the hilt fit perfectly against the groove he had carved. He'd clearly gotten into the habit of making sure the blade could be easily reached.

"It is at that," he said to me over his shoulder. "To answer your question though, yes, I do intend this to be our new dwelling."

"Ah, then yes," I said shyly.

My wings twitched and revealed a hint of my nervous energy. I was both pleased and flustered that he had asked me such a thing. I was also gratified that he had subtly corrected me by saying 'our new dwelling'. He was including me more and more during any battle planning as well. It was thrilling, but strange. Outside of my railroad efforts, I was just a scout and his lover.

What could he be plotting now? I thought.

"It is adequate," I started carefully before I shrugged and blushed. "More than adequate actually..."

"I am glad that you are pleased," he purred as he turned back to me. His eyes flashed hunter's white for a brief moment before he continued to speak in a conversational tone. "Things went well this eve."

I licked my lips and nodded my head in agreement. I sat down on the side of the bed, closest to one of the bedposts near the foot of the large bed, and I spread my wings carefully out behind me. I started to slowly unbraid my hair and then set aside the poison-spiked stripes of leather. I left them to hang around the bedpost next to me.

"Things did go well," I said with a small smile. "We didn't loose any of our own men and from what Alma told me as we gathered the humans, the injuries that were sustained were minimal and will be healed by our mages before dawn's light."

"Good. You handled yourself well during the battle," he purred softly. He moved closer and brushed the back of a claw along the right side of my jaw. "We can use the Lordling's attempts to explain away why he wishes to 'rescue you' against him. You saw yourself how swift the human cattle were in their haste to listen to you, to obey you, when you appeared so suddenly by my side."

"And as I follow you, they will turn more eagerly to you as their Lord," I concluded softly as I tilted my head into his touch.

"Exactly," he said with a dark grin and he eased forward another step. "Let them all see that you are mine, willingly and openly."

*-*/-LEMON! LEMON! DOM/SUB Lessons!-**-*

Kain's legs were pushed in a firm line against my own after that last step and I looked up at him with a nervous twitch of my wings. His eyes again flashed white for a brief moment when I turned my head to kiss at the wrist of the hand that lightly brushed against my cheek. His hand shifted and his thumb rubbed gently over my lower lip as I reached out to rest my hands on his leather covered hips. I flicked my tongue out when his thumb made another slow sweep of my lower lip and slowly drew the clawed digit into my mouth to gently suck on it, mindful of the sharp point. His eyes darkened with hunger and his scent grew stronger with the musk of desire.

I shivered as I took a slow breath of that heady scent and let go of his thumb so that I could lean forward. Only his arms and shoulders had been armored this night, so I had full access to the pale expanse of his toned stomach and chest. I nipped lightly at his stomach with my fangs and drew small beads of blood. I swiftly licked away the potent vitae and let out a soft purr of sound at the darkly sweet taste. He let out a low growl of his own at my nip, a sound that vibrated through the air like the rumble of thunder before the storm. He slowly curled the fingers of his left hand through my hair.

I reached slowly up to undo the ties of his leathers. I let out a surprised hiss of breath as his grip on my hair tightened, then relaxed and then tightened again in slow increments. Another shiver ran through me once the ties fell away and I had pulled the front of his leather pants down enough to free his hardened flesh. The sight of him hard in front of me made my heart speed up and I licked my lips as I gathered up my nerve.

A soft hiss of breath escaped him as I carefully ran my fingertips over him from base to tip, mindful, oh so mindful, of my own claws so that I did not scratch him. I moved my hand away and let my hands rest lightly upon his hips. I leaned forward and tentatively ran my tongue over him in a slow swath that ran over the entire broad tip of his length. I'd not done this before, both nervous and worried each time that I'd previously thought to try that I would nick him with my fangs. Because of that worry, I'd made no move to actually act on the desire, but right now... I wanted to give it a go.

A low rumble escaped him and his grip on my hair tightened enough to almost be painful as he tilted my head up. I winced under the grip but did not fight him as he made me look up at him. His eyes were dark with both his desire and a hint of warning. I nodded my head as I understood his silent warning quite clearly. It had already been my intent to be as careful as possible in my attempts to pleasure him in such a way. His grip eased enough for me to turn my attention back to running my tongue up and down along his hardened flesh in slow, testing sweeps as I tried to judge what he might like by his reactions.

I found that I could indeed judge what he liked best by the way his rumbling, near growling purr changed in pitch and the other noises he made as I continued. Light touches with the tips of my fingers made him let out purring sighs. A firm, squeezing stroke from base to tip of that thick length made him twitch and he let out a low groan as he thrust into my hand. Long, sweeping passes of my tongue over that broad head had him growling softly. When I suckled on the partially intact, thin membranous line along the underside of his length at the base of the head, his growl changed to a bone deep, sub-harmonic thrum that made me shudder. My wings flared in response to that heavy sound and I let out a purring sound myself.

I slowly started to squeeze my hand up and down the length of him as I suckled and swiped my tongue over that one spot. I reached up with my other hand and started to tease the pads of my fingers gently over his testes. I stroked my fingers through the soft curls of hair found there and then carefully cupped that weight in my hand in order to tentatively, gently massage that heavy sac. Kain's thrumming growl changed to a loud, groaning croon of pleasure and his fingers tightened again in my hair for a brief moment before he started to stroke his fingers through my hair.

A lower thrum of sound escaped him when I wrapped my mouth carefully around the tip of him and suckled lightly, shyly at the thick head. I eased back thoughtfully for a moment even as I continued to stroke my fingers up and down that hard length. He was a well-endowed male after all and I knew it would be difficult to take him into my mouth the way that I wanted to without potentially nicking him at some point. He was circumcised at the least, so there was the benefit that I would not have to worry about catching foreskin on fang and yet... maybe that could work?

I moved to take a little more into my mouth and this time I let my upper lip curl and hook over my more dainty fangs as I did so. I might nick myself like this and draw my own blood, but at least I wouldn't cut the sensitive length on accident. I suckled harder now that I felt a little more confident and his low pitched growling became more pronounced. I let my tongue run up and down along the underside of him in probing, testing sweeps that he seemed to appreciate. I continued to stroke the rest of him with one hand and caressed his testes in the palm of my other.

A louder growl escaped him and that hard length twitched against my tongue. I heard the sudden sound of wood creaking next to me and I glanced up out of the corner of my left eye. I felt my eyes widen a bit when I saw that his right hand was clenched tight around the bedpost next to me. His claws had dug small grooves into the wood, a clear sign that he was fighting to maintain control. I looked up at him and saw that his eyes had gone white and they shone blazingly even in bright glow of the lantern's light. He let out another deep, resonating growl and he pushed forward until his legs were on either side of my own to keep me pinned in place. He pressed at the back of my head with his left hand and made me take another inch of that hard length into my mouth.

"That's it, Dear Katrina," he said in a low crooning, commanding tone of voice that caused me to moan around him. "Take in more of me and suck harder now..."

I trembled with a full-bodied shudder at the order. My wings flared out behind me reflexively and I let out a muffled, groaning croon of my own. I breathed in through my nose and I tried to carefully take more of that hardness into my mouth. I suckled a little more forcefully upon that rod, thinking as I did so that it was almost like sucking upon a large ice-pop. You didn't want to loose a single drop of the melting treat on those hot summer days. Only this... this was a warm and hard piece of firm flesh thanks to his recent feedings on enemy blood, instead of a frozen treat from my youth. The taste of him so solid against my tongue was an electrifying sensation as well and I wanted more.

Kain's breath hitched and I looked up in time to see his head fall back as he let out a deep, sub-harmonic rumble of pure pleasure. His fingers stroked more firmly through my hair and he suddenly twisted strands of my hair about his fingers to gain a firmer grip as he started to guide my movements with precise care. I moved my hands to grasp at his hips and I shivered, every instinct pleased that I had caused him to make such sounds.

He bucked forward suddenly, uncontrollably, when I began to suck a little more boldly upon his length. I let out a muffled sound of surprise as he pushed past the back of my tongue and into the depths of my throat. The entire length of him was suddenly buried deep down the back of my throat, hard and twitching, penetrating to the root. My surprise was not that he had shoved forward, it was a natural reaction for him to have to thrust forward after all. It was more because I had not reacted negatively to that rapid movement. I let out another surprised sound and I reflexively tried to swallow around that inflexible, iron hard rod of flesh. Kain let out a low groan of approval at the automatic reaction.

I glanced back up at his face with wide, startled eyes. His hand held me pinned firmly in place with my nose buried against the white curls of hair at his groin. His fingers were tangled near painfully tight in my hair. A low and darksome chuckle escaped him as he slowly looked down at me. His eyes were still that bright, burning white with not a hint of the pupil showing and a reverberating, sub-harmonic growl filled the air.

"I was not expecting that," he purred out in a thoroughly pleased voice. "You have no gag reflex mine own. How... fortuitous. Oh, yes..."

As he spoke, I could feel the blush begin to stain my cheeks pink. I tried to move my tongue and found that I could not. With his length buried down the hot passage of my throat, my tongue was pinned firmly in place. I could not even attempt to suck at him at this point either, as it was just too much all at once. I tried to pull back a bit, to get some room to move. Kain's grip tightened in my hair to hold me firmly in place in response to my movements. I found myself both trying to swallow and as well as to breath past the hard flesh that twitched in my throat. His back arched and his hand briefly tightened in my hair, tight enough to make me wince. He let out a rumbling snarl of pleasure at my attempted actions before he pulled back enough that the head of his length lay once more along my tongue. I was able to catch a quick breath through my nose and I shivered as I looked up at him.

"How long can you hold your breath for, my Little One?" he purred darkly as he stroked clawed fingers through my hair.

I blinked up at him and knew my blush had only grown worse in response to his question. I instinctively knew the why behind what he had asked. I found myself far more nervous then I had been before I had started this and my wings twitched and flared behind me. I responded to him the only way I could what with him buried even part way in my mouth the way he was.

~I... t-ten minutes? Thereabouts...?~ I Whispered to him.

Another low, pleased sound escaped him which caused me to shiver and let out a muffled whimpering groan that vibrated around him. The vibrations made his length twitch and jerk in my mouth. He tugged my head back suddenly as he shifted to where only the very tip of him was still held within my mouth. His grip on the bedpost caused another creak of noise and he let out a low, deep growl. At the same time, he sent out a burst of Aura energy over me, something that was just beginning to hint at his Eldar strength. That power briefly caused my thoughts to scatter under the pressure and I groaned in helpless need.

"Deep breath now my Katrina," he ordered in a purring growl.

A whimper escaped me and I panted for breath through my nose. I could feel my claws start to dig into the flesh of his hips as my grip tightened. I could barely focus upon his face through the sudden haze of desire and nervousness that flooded my thoughts.

~Y-you're going to...?~ I couldn't even finish the mental sentence.

"Yes," he hissed out and he bared his fangs in a clear demand.

I moaned low in my throat in response. The vibrations of the moan caused him to growl and twitch. Kain's hand tightened once more in my hair. I carefully made sure that my upper lip was still hooked over my fangs and then took a deep, desperate breath in through my nose. On the last bit of that inhaling breath, he pushed back into my mouth to the hilt so that my nose was once more pressed against the soft curls at his groin. He let out a groaning growl as he started to rock in and out of my mouth. It was all I could do to hold on tight to his hips as he started to carefully guide me so that I could meet his movements. That thick length plunged into my mouth and rammed down the passage of my throat in controlled, slow and yet deeply powerful thrusts that jarred my senses.

His growls of pleasure were soft at first and then grew louder with his mounting pleasure. He continued to push in and out of my mouth for several minutes in a deliberately measured rhythm. I tried both to keep my fangs covered and to meet his movements on my own and found that I had to rely on his guiding movements lest my fangs slip. Even with his hand guiding me, even with him laying such claim to my throat, I felt a sudden wild sense of dark satisfaction that startled me.

How important was this kind of sex for vampires that I felt such a thing? I would have to ask Alma later. The fact that he was, at the least, trusting me not to nick him with my dangerously sharp fangs was a breathtaking realization on it's own, never mind what other connotations there could be. As it was, I was thoroughly enjoying the sounds that escaped him as he slid slickly over my tongue. I worked my throat around him in another attempt to swallow and he let out a deep, ragged sounding shout of pleasure.

Kain suddenly shifted me back to where I had to pull my hands away from his hips. I had to swiftly brace them against the bed behind me or else risk falling backwards. All the while, he kept up a steady rhythm of motion that dragged that thick rod over my tongue. He braced one knee against the mattress and then tilted my head back even as he kept his slow, claiming pace. His own upper body was now tilted back as well and he kept his balance by holding on tight to the bedpost.

"Look up my Little One," he snarled in a voice roughened with pleasure.

I looked up as he had instructed and could not help the sudden low, growling moan that tried to escape me as he continued to drive himself over my tongue and down my throat. He had shifted us to a perfect angle so that I could see up into the mirror and watch him as he pounded that hard rod of flesh in and out of my mouth. I could easily watch as every inch of him was pushed past my lips. With this new angle, each press down the back of my throat forced me to swallow convulsively around him. Kain's breath hitched in response to each swallowing action that I made and his thrumming growls started to sound like a stuttering engine.

He pulled almost all the way out of my mouth. I watched with widened, lust-glazed eyes as he slowly pressed the entirety of that pulsing length back into my mouth one slow inch at a time. My body trembled violently with the struggle of keeping myself braced lest I fall back and cause him damage. My wings flared and twitched behind me, beneath me in uncontrolled and flexing movements.

My reflection showed that a deep blush had indeed stained my cheeks and that my eyes had also gone hunter's white at some point. I let out another muffled croon at the sight above me, a noise that changed into a small snarl of sound when he started to pull back in full. I reached out with one hand to latch onto his hip. I had no idea what he might have meant to do, but dammit all, I wanted to taste him. I wanted him to spill in my mouth and taste that cold-fire seed upon my tongue.

A throttled sound escaped him and he renewed his thrusting readily enough, this time at a faster pace. I struggled to both keep myself braced and to meet those renewed, pounding thrusts on my own. I closed my eyes with a groan of pleasure and I swallowed as hard as I could manage. I started to try to flick my tongue over him with each backwards movement, when I had the room to at least, and he shuddered above me with another deep throated groan.

His grip tightened in my hair and his thrusts abruptly became less controlled. A deep, sub-harmonic rumble began to build in his chest and the noise filled the air like the sound of a rolling thunderstorm. He pulled his hand away from the bedpost, lest he break it most like, and he curled the fingers of said hand in my hair alongside the other. He began to guide me forcefully with both hands and my own hand tightened on his hip. That thick length pushed harder and faster down my throat in increasingly shallower thrusts.

He curled over me abruptly, one hand pulling away so that he could brace his upper body against the bed while he continued to thrust down my throat. The action forced me back as well, no longer able to brace myself on the one hand and I could barely keep myself braced using my elbow and the bend of my wings. He suddenly thrust as deep as he could into my mouth and let out a sudden roar of pleasure that echoed through the room like a thunderclap. I latched desperately onto his hips with both hands, no longer able to brace myself beneath him after that last, wild thrust. I felt his cold-fire seed spill down my throat in thick pulses as the thick length twitched and spasmed. I struggled to swallow around that twitching length and tried not to choke on that cold-fire fluid.

Kain pulled back unexpectedly and the last spurt of seed seared over my tongue and lips in a heavy pulse. I groaned at the electric taste of him and swallowed heavily before I licked my lips clean. He tugged me up by my hair and arm so that he straddled my hips and then pulled me up into a sitting position beneath him. His lips slammed hard against my own and the kiss he gave me was bruising in strength. His tongue pushed into my mouth with a dominating force and I yielded to him, my own tongue dancing against his own but not pushing back.

I whimpered and panted against him as he pushed me back against the bed. I had to brace myself once again on my elbows in order to prevent my wings from being painfully pinned. Kain's hands deftly found the belt under my armpit that held the pauldron at my left shoulder secure, then the clasps that held it connected to the cuirass. Fingers darted about swiftly as he found, yanked and tugged at the bindings that held my armor in place. The next thing I knew the entire chest piece had thudded loudly against the far wall after he had tossed it aside.

The long-sleeved shirt that I had been wearing was nothing but useless shreds of cloth within seconds. He tore it from me in strips that yet left my vambraces on. He shifted to the side and his hands yanked hard at my pants as he wrenched them down and off of my form. Those too, went flying through the air to land somewhere in the room. He left the knee-high boots and greaves that were wrapped around them on as his hands slid up my legs. He let out a dark, satisfied growl at my appearance and his power-white eyes looked over me hungrily. I let out a yelp when he suddenly lifted me up and then bodily tossed me further up on the large bed. He climbed up onto the mattress after me with a low growl.

Kain moved over me and breathed out a rapid string of words that I couldn't make sense of. His mouth then closed around my breast. His fangs just barely brushed the skin as he suckled hard at my nipple and the pleasure of it all forced a groan from me. A few moments later and two of his fingers pushed into my soaked core. The abruptness of the pleasant invasion caused me to let out a surprised moan. I tensed up though, as I expected to feel the cut of his claws at some point. Instead, I only felt a blunted pressure as his fingers fairly wriggled inside of me. His mind brushed against mine when I let out a confused sounding moan and his mental chuckle echoed through my head. He continued to suck at my breast and his tongue flicked over the pert nipple as he Whispered to me.

~Magic has many uses mine own,~ he purred throatily in my head. ~Up to and including making a barrier to sheath one's claws for more... sensitive endeavors. Relax, my Katrina. Just feel and know how very pleased I am with you right now.~

"Kain," I moaned in a low voice as I looked at him.

I cried out and arched beneath him when his fangs sank into my flesh and he started to feed at my breast. I writhed beneath him at the intense, pulling sensation caused by his feeding at such a sensitive location. He wrapped his free arm around my lower back and helped me to stay braced on my elbows so that my wings remained unpinned. My wings pounded back against the bed in abortive movements and I arched into his touch and that fiercely sweet bite. No longer able to brace myself against the onslaught of pleasure, I let myself fall against the arm that held me propped up. I reached up instead to dig the claws of one hand into his still armored shoulder and then clenched my other fist in his white hair as my legs spread wide for him.

I felt something build within my core just as he started to slide a third finger into me and I let out a sudden yelp as I jerked in his grasp. It was not a sound of pleasure, but of fear as I realized that building sensation that I felt was the beginnings of electrical magics. It started to tingle within me, started to almost dance within me and I panicked despite the lack of pain. I tried to yank free of his firm grasp and his arm tightened around my waist to hold me still. I struggled harder to buck free of him and shoved both hands against his shoulders.

"NO!" I all but shouted.

The energy stopped immediately and the third finger pulled free. I stopped struggling against him and just panted for breath now that the energy had stopped. Kain pulled his fangs from my breast with a low growl. He took in a slow breath of my scent and I knew he could smell my sudden fear. He kept his arm tight around my waist as he kept me braced against him and he shifted up in order to bump his forehead lightly against my own. He frowned down into my fear-filled eyes and I could see the confusion in his own. I tried to look away from him, knowing that I had gone pale. He growled again, this time in annoyance, and he nudged me with his head in order to force me to look back at him.

"Look at me," he ordered in a firm tone.

I looked back at him slowly. My wings twitched beneath me against the bed and I swallowed roughly as I met his gaze once more. His eyes narrowed on mine, still white but now flecked with hints of the normal blue-gold. The third finger slid back into me slowly and I let out a soft groan at the pressure that stretched me. Three was alright and only stretched my core as much as his length did. I felt my body clench around him and I panted softly for breath as he rubbed at my inner walls. His head tilted thoughtfully and I again felt that building of magic near his fingertips.

I hissed at him in a vicious warning and tried to buck free of him again in response to that building power. The energy cut off the moment I started to struggle and I let out a faint sound of fear-filled relief when it stopped. Kain eased his fingers in and out of my core slowly, the movements measured and attentive. He nuzzled at the Mark on my neck and sent a faint pulse of 'safe' and 'mate' through the Mark to settle me. I relaxed in his arms again in increments.

"This is what you meant when you mentioned electrical magics during your ranting when you returned to us. That filth tried to force you to peak using similar magics," Kain murmured softly into my ear. "I believe Vorador may have been right to say that you need a safe word."

"I... ngh," I shuddered and trembled in his arms, half in pleasure and half with still remembered fear as he continued to stroke my inner walls with those magically sheathed fingers. "Safe word?"

"You never did ask us to clarify that either, did you?" he rumbled softly as he licked along the shell of my ear. "Pick a word that you would never say during sex. If you ever use it, then I will stop what I am doing in order to figure out what has made you use said word. Use it in cases such as now, as you are obviously not ready for magic based play."

I flushed brightly and turned my head to the side again. He gave me a firm shake.

"Look at me," he ordered again.

I turned my head back to him slowly and I knew that the shame I felt was on my face despite my attempts to hide it. He let out a calming rumble of noise, nipped my lower lip and his fingers then went still within me.

"Do not feel ashamed mine own," he murmured against my lips. "A safe word is a sign of trust. Do you trust me?"

I licked my lips and nodded my head slowly.

"Yes," I responded in a soft voice.

"Do you trust that I will stop if you use the safe word of your choice?" he asked as moved to scratch fangs lightly over my neck.

"Y-yes," I said and I shivered under the light touch of his fangs.

"Choose something then, my Little One," he purred into my ear as he pulled his fingers from my core. His hand came to a rest upon my hip. "My Dear Katrina."

"I... I," I shivered again as I thought of what I could use. Something that I wouldn't say during sex? Several moments later I blinked and realized that I wanted something in... Latin. But what?

He continued a slow, sensual assault on my neck and he held me braced against his arm while I thought. I shivered and twitched under the slow nibbling, nicking bites and that gently lapping tongue as I tried to stay focused. Latin... something Latin that would work. Amare wouldn't work, too close to something I'd wanted to say for some time and also something I just couldn't say right now. This was something to be used to help my mind, to give me time to breathe... ah, wait. Breathe.

"'Anima'," I said finally and I squirmed a bit in his grasp. "'Anima' works."

"Hmm, indeed," he nipped my ear lightly. "There is but one thing left to do then. You must learn that you can actually use this word, my Dear Katrina. Too long have you borne pain in tearful silence, stubborn and willful by your own admission in your attempts to deny your tormentor even your screams if you could. Do you understand that if things get to be too much for you, that you now have the choice to use the word that you have just given to me?"

"I... yes?" I blinked at him in confusion.

Kain shook his head at my confused tone and the next thing I knew, I was on my knees with my left arm pinned behind my back. I let out a surprised meep of sound and tried to look at him, but my hair hung like a curtain around me and blocked much of my sight. His fingers pushed back into me from the new angle and I let out a sharp gasp. I squirmed and my wings gave a rough beat at the air that sent the bed curtains rippling with the resultant current of air. The pressure on my arm increased marginally and I let out a soft, startled hiss of noise. It was... uncomfortable, but not painful.

What was he doing? I thought in surprise.

"Do not suffer pain merely because you have borne it all before," he purred in a low tone.

He leaned over me to nip at the back of my now exposed neck. There was another increase to the pressure upon my arm and I squirmed against that grip even as his fingers began to slide in and out of me in slow, measured movements.

"Does this hurt?" he asked in a serious tone.

"N-no," I groaned softly and my wings gave another rough beat at the air. "Just u-uncomfortable."

"Very well," he purred softly. "It is good to learn one's limits and which lines are not to be crossed."

The pressure increased yet again as my arm was twisted just a little further upward and I let out a faint yelp of noise. It didn't hurt per se, but it did ache. His fingers twisted, curled and twitched within my core in a way that made me whimper in strained pleasure.

"And now, my Little One?" he asked as he nipped my ear. "A human's arm would have already broken by this point."

I twitched at his words and let out a faint hiss as my eyes flew wide. Broken a human's arm? It did not feel like he was exerting that much pressure! I let out another strained cry of sound as those knowledgeable fingers hooked against that sweet spot within me and my wings hit the bed with a powerful enough beat that the bed rocked as they pounded uselessly against the mattress.

"S-still just un-uncomfortable," I hissed out in a gasping breath of near-pained pleasure.

Kain chuckled softly and then let out a dark, contemplative growl of sound. My arm was twisted further still in his hand. This time it was true pain that flared up along my arm and I bucked against his grip. I choked down my cry of pain out of long ingrained instinct. I almost didn't say anything, almost stayed silent as I panted and tried to breathe past the pain, but a small part of my mind remembered what we had just been discussing.

I needed to trust him...

I needed to believe that the pain could stop...

"Anima!" I cried out.

The pressure was gone in an instant. I found myself being pulled against his chest as I gasped for breath. Kain's Aura pulsed over me in a soothing wave and he nipped at my neck with his fangs. He drew faint lines of blood with those sharp points only to lick the wounds clean as they healed. His fingers still kept up a steady rhythm within me and I let out a choked sounding gasp. I was relieved, and somewhat surprised, that the pain had stopped so swiftly.

"You see mine own?" he murmured in my ear. "Your trust in me was rewarded, was it not?"

"I-it was," I moaned softly. I twitched and arched against him as the pain faded back into pleasure.

Kain shifted me forward again and this time I was able to brace myself upon my hands. I let out a soft grunt of noise as his fingers hooked within my core in a way that sent a jolt of pleasure through me. His other hand closed on the base of one of my wings and he leaned over to nip along the joint. His hand suddenly tightened on my wing, thumb pressed hard against the middle of the bone, and I let out a gasping breath at the painful pressure.

"Gah! A-Anima!" I cried out. "Not the wings! Not like that!"

His grip was gone in an instant and his claws started to run soothingly through the feathers at the base of the wing. A low, soothing, growl escaped Kain as he continued his assault on my core. I let out another soft noise of choked relief and leaned my head against the silk covered mattress as I lowered myself onto my elbows and gripped the silk sheets tight in my hands.

"Do you understand how a safe word works now, my Little One?" he asked in a deep voice. "Do you understand that you can truly trust that I will not hurt you beyond the small pains you can handle, can enjoy? Do you understand as well that if I do cause you distress during sex, that the pain can be made to stop with just that one word?"

"I understand," I gasped out.

He pulled his fingers from me and then eased his hardened length inside. I let out a low groan as he sank in to the hilt, always so deep, so good. He rubbed his hands firmly over my hips and let out a soft, dark chuckle when I shivered beneath him.

"Good," he purred as he pulled me up to where I was braced on my hands again. "Remember to hold still."

"I...? NGH!"

I let out a roaring shriek of pained pleasure as his fangs sank into the joint of my wing to feed. One hand closed over my neck and his fingers pressed against his Mark as he started to take me roughly from behind whilst he fed. I dug my claws into the sheets and mattress beneath me as I tried to hold my wings still. His other hand clamped onto my wing to hold it shut and the grip, while firm, was not quite painful as he continued to feed. I all but yowled my pleasure as I rapidly hit that peak and my claws tore through the silk sheets beneath me like tissue paper. I bucked and writhed beneath him, no longer able to hold still in the face of such carnal bliss. His fangs pulled free from my wing swiftly and his hands shifted to grip firmly near the base of my wings along the humerus bone. Kain eased my upper body against the bed with a firm push and then gave a near-to-tentative tug at my wings as he pulled me back against him using that new grip.

I let out a grunt of noise at the first not-quite-painful tug and then let out a high-pitched gasp as he repeated the movement just as he shifted to hit that sweet spot inside my core with a long stroke of his length. I closed my eyes and pushed back against him with a low moan as he started to pound into me at a steady, unrelenting pace. He let my wings go after several minutes and closed his hands back around my hips. His claws dug into my skin, drawing faint amounts of blood and I cried out. He started to thrust harder and faster into my open body even as I spread further for him.

I couldn't help the constant, high keen of pleasure that escaped me at the rough claiming. I rose back up onto my hands as I arched and pushed back against him in order to meet that demanding pace. My wings gave abortive beats against the bed with each harsh thrust forward, almost as if I might take flight at any moment. Kain's right arm suddenly wrapped around my neck as he pulled me up and against him. I gasped as my wings were suddenly pinned between us. He threaded his other arm between one wing and under my arm as his hand closed around my breast and squeezed hard. I let out a yelping cry of pained pleasure at that firm grip and my claws dug into his still-armored arm in reflex as he moved us so that we fell backwards against the bed. The action jarred through me violently and I let out a ragged cry and spread my legs wide as he rammed his length up into me.

"Look up," he hissed into my ear suddenly. "Look!"

My eyes flew wide at the hissed command and I looked up to watch our reflections as he continued to pound up into my spread body. I let out a high keen as he pressed fangs to my throat, his eyes not leaving mine as he stared up at my reflected gaze. He shifted his grip enough to yank off one of his vambraces, which went flying to impact against one of the walls, and he placed his wrist at my mouth. My teeth sank into flesh automatically on instinct and, as his fangs finally sank into the flesh of my throat, I let out a muffled moan as I watched both of our gazes bleed white.

Even the ache of my wings being pinned between us faded to nothing as we fed from each other whilst he continued to fill me, to ram up into me. I reached down to rub his own inner thigh firmly with one hand and to caress his sac as the skin drew taunt with the other. My eyes started to flutter closed as I let out a muffled moan. The pleasure of feeding, of being fed from, of holding that heavy sac in my hand, of feeling that hard rod against my thumb as he pushed in and out of me and the bliss of being filled so completely flooded through me. Kain's voice rang through my mind in a commanding roar barely a second after my eyes had closed and I let out a muffled cry between swallows of his power rich blood.

~Keep looking!~

My eyes flew wide again and I whimpered at his wrist even as he growled at my throat. His free hand moved to clamp onto my inner thigh as he forced my legs wider still and his thrusts up into me became wilder, sharper then before, as if he was only just holding onto the edges his control. He pulled his fangs free of my neck and he roared his release in my ear as he gave a final, powerful thrust up into my core. His power-white eyes never left my own reflected gaze as he poured cold-fire seed and the power of his Aura into my open body. My eyes lost focus on the reflected view as the multitude of sensations overwhelmed me. I bucked and writhed in his firm, unyielding grasp, impaled so completely upon him and my pleasure peaked as he filled me with that cold-fire seed. I pulled my fangs from his wrist and arched above him as my own cry of release echoed through the room.

*-*/-END LEMON! END LEMON!-**-*

I slumped back against Kain bonelessly. I panted for breath and trembled uncontrollably, each limb shaky with exertion. His eyes slowly bled back to blue-gold and he started to trail his claws over my shivering form whilst he watched our reflected image in the mirror above us. My eyes slowly started to focus again and I let out a faint, shuddering sigh of pleasure as his claws teased over my lightly bruised hips.

"I find myself well pleased that I did not fight my instincts regarding you," he said softly and he lightly nipped at my ear.

"Ah?" I blinked up at his reflected gaze, too worn out to turn my head. "You mean when you Marked me?"

"Even before that," he purred out softly as his hands moved to trail along my inner thighs. "Imagine my surprise when I saw a portal open in the sky for nary a seconds time and a winged form fall and hit the ground. I'd thought at first that it was Janos, somehow escaped from the Hylden realm, but instead I found this young female with wings far different then the Ancient's own. You were unconscious for all of ten minutes before you woke and began to examine your surrounds. You came across your Nikolai arguing, and then fighting, the Sarafan. Instead of turning the other way and leaving him to his fate, a fiery look passed over your face, as if all you needed was just the slightest excuse to fight."

I blushed as he spoke and shifted a bit. He let out a low rumble as he nipped my ear and flicked his tongue over his Mark. I let out a soft moan and shivered. His eyes flashed hunter's white briefly and I went still.

"I found myself curious as to how a female vampire who felt like she was at least one to two centuries old could yet fight like a fledge untrained and unused to her abilities," my eyes flashed with annoyance even as I blushed at his words. He chuckled darkly in my ear. "You cannot deny it, my Little One, you tore through them like a beast that had been long caged and was finally free to express its' rage. Beautiful, I thought to myself, to my own surprise. When your wings seemed to bleed away to nothing as you fell unconscious from your wounds, your prey dead around you, I found myself wanting to know the 'why' and the 'how' of what you were."

Kain's hands trailed back up along my body to rub soothing circles over the rapidly healing bruises on my hips. He shifted his head to scratch fangs over my shoulder briefly before he continued to speak in that pleasure filled, thrumming voice.

"I have gone to Vorador many a time over the years since I embraced my nature," he said. "Both to all but be fostered by the Eldar as he taught me vampiric culture and to glean advice from him as I began my conquest. Again I found myself going to him for advice as to what you might be, this little thing who showed clear signs of being a vampire yet whose heart still beat so strongly with the vibrancy of life as you recovered from your wounds. And yet... when we gave you blood to speed your recovery, we found it had to be done carefully or you would violently reject what was offered to you even in your unconscious state."

I winced slightly when I realized that they'd had to go through such difficulties as they tended to me. If they had tried to force feed me I would not have reacted well at all. Kain gave another nip to my ear, this time slightly scolding in nature.

"Do not apologize for something you do not recall," he rumbled.

"I... as you will," I murmured softly.

"Good girl," he purred as he licked soothingly where he had nipped. "Vorador said you showed obvious signs of one who had been forcibly blood starved over long periods of time in an attempt to break you. That you still struggled in an unconscious state impressed him. Then you woke within days when Vorador claimed that you would remain unconscious for a least a weeks time. Clear signs of one who has long functioned on little rest and power. Yet another reason to be impressed with your willpower."

I could feel my blush deepen and he chuckled against my throat.

"I then flared my Aura," he thrummed. "A testing push at your own to see how responsive you were to your own instincts. You barely noticed it, yet still responded readily to my questions as if desperate for someone to talk to, someone that would not hurt you outright. As you spoke of your past, you fought to keep the pain of what you had been through from your face and make it seem as if it had all been nothing but an unfortunate series of events. Such a stubborn, willful, kind-hearted little thing that had survived tortures and horrors that would have broken lesser minds."

I squirmed again at his words and he ran hands soothingly over my body to still me. His hands moved to my waist and he shifted me off of him so that I could tuck myself in against his side. I shifted next to him and lay my head on his shoulder. He ran claws lightly through my hair and tucked several loose strands behind my ear. I shifted a little more so that I could tuck one wing behind me and then draped the other over our forms. His hand moved down to tease through my feathers once my wing had settled across our bodies.

"Then there was your clever, challenging little request to leave the boy alive even though you knew I was far stronger then you," he chuckled softly. "Learning what I had about you, I had resolved to wait until you knew more about your own nature before even attempting to Mark you as my instincts demanded and then... then I tasted your blood."

He shifted onto his side and turned to brace himself up on one arm. I shifted so that my head lay upon the pillow and looked up at him. He pushed my wing away and looked over my form in a slow, lingering, possessive gaze. I blushed under that intense gaze and he brushed the backs of his claws over my arm left arm.

"Your blood already smelled sweet to me as I carried you back to Sanctuary," he said in a low purr. "I had merely thought it was because you were from another realm, your Gaia. But the taste of your blood made it plain that despite all you had been through, you had kept one thing from your tormentor for a yet unknown number of years. Stubborn, willful, kind-hearted, fiery and yet still innocent despite all of it."

My breath hitched as he closed his hand over my neck and tilted my head back with his thumb. I shivered under his intense gaze and licked my lips. He smirked as he looked down at me.

"When I next flared my Aura you responded so readily to my power, my offer of protection, even if you did not truly understand it on a conscious level," he let out a dark chuckle. "And then you demanded that I back off if I meant to have you only the once. Such a foolishly brave little one. My Little One."

He leaned forward suddenly and the kiss he gave me was almost gentle even though he still drew blood when he nicked my lower lip with his fangs. He licked away the ruby droplets languidly before he leaned back and rubbed his thumb over the line of my jaw.

"Beautiful, even as you yielded to instincts that you did not yet understand," he said with another smirk.

I smiled shyly for a moment and then frowned up at him, "And when you woke me that one time? When I was concerned about my memories?"

Kain shrugged one shoulder as he continued to stroke my jawline with his thumb, "That was a test meant to force you not to hide from me. You had been projecting your thoughts without meaning to. 'Why can't I remember?' and 'What have I forgotten?'. Everything I will put you through is designed to make you stronger, my Katrina."

One of his claws scratched a slow trail from below my left ear, down my neck and over my belly before his hand came to rest on my hip. He raised up higher onto his arm and leaned, practically towered, over me as he let out a low, purring growl.

"I will have my Queen be as strong as she can possibly be," he said as his eyes flashed from blue-gold to hunter's white and back again as he pushed his Aura against mine. "Do you understand?"

I felt my eyes widen at both the pressure of his Aura and his words. His Queen?! What...? I gasped as he suddenly increased the pushing pressure of his Aura and I struggled to push my own Aura against his out of instinct as my thoughts scattered. He moved over me completely and I shifted fully onto my back. I tried to brace myself to be at an angle that would leave my wings free or at least not painfully pinned. His hand cupped my chin and he sent another wave of Power to crash against me. I let out a low groan at the onslaught and again pushed back with my own Aura in instinct. His eyes darkened with lust and satisfaction as he smiled at me.

"Mine," he purred.

"Yes," I groaned out softly.

He leaned forward to catch my lips in a deep kiss. His tongue delved into my mouth and I pushed back against it with my own. That warring kiss continued even after we had nicked each other's tongues with our fangs. The kiss deepened to bruising strength before we pulled apart as I needed to breathe.

"My Lord," I said with a panting purr.

I leaned forward and licked the blood away from the corner of his mouth. His fingers trailed again through my hair and then gripped tight as he pulled my head back. I gasped softly at the forced baring of my throat but did not fight him. He let out a satisfied sound and then licked a trail from my ear down to my exposed throat. He purred darkly against my neck and I groaned as he laved at my skin.

"My Lady," he rumbled softly before his fangs sank back into my neck. I cried out and arched beneath him as bliss overwhelmed my senses once more.

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