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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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Chapter Forty: The Inter-meaning Years Part Three
More POV jumps. Though this is mostly Younger Kain's POV at the beginning... and the middle... and... seriously, you kinda took this chapter over...
'Is that not a Lord's prerogative?'
You sure as hell are not my Lo- *meeps at the warning growl and turns back to the computer with a grumble* aaand shutting up now... heheh...heh... *nervous cough*
Right then! Thank you again everyone for reading! Please review!
*-*/-Younger Kain POV-**-*
Nary an hour passed before there was movement and a soft noise from the direction of the feathered cocoon. He tilted his head at the sound and leaned forward. Another noise filled the air, the roughened tone of a voice long disused, but this time it sounded pained. There was a strange ripple along the length of the cocoon one moment and then Katrina's wings burst outwards, tearing the cocoon apart and rendering it to naught but dust in the process. Kain found he could not help the soft hissing breath that escaped him at the sight of her revealed form and he stood slowly, leaving the Soul Reaver by the Font, in order to stalk several paces closer as she worked to push herself up. Her wings twitched and drooped in uncoordinated movements as she moved and drew his attention.
Her wings were no longer the solid, darkened color of heart's blood save for those small patches of white at the base of each wing. Instead each feather-tip now had a sheen to it, as if one had dipped the individual feathers into molten silver. He reached out to brush the palm of his hand over one wing as it twitched and he found that the feathers yet remained soft as down under his touch. Pale pink skin yet flush with life seemed somewhat harder at first glance. A firm, probing touch with the back of one talon revealed just the faintest of sub-dermal scaling beneath the first layers of flesh, almost unnoticeable. His firm prodding elicited a soft warning growl as her claws were brought to bare and she tried to roll away from his touch and onto unsteady legs. A growl to which he responded with a commanding, yet soothing sound of his own. An answering, hunger filled, crackling croon escaped his Little Queen as she lowered her hands and blinked whilst she tried to bring her sight into focus. He caught her chin lightly in his taloned hand and saw that her irises were still emerald in color, yet they were now lined with a small rim of gold. Her hair had even gained a silvery sheen to it as if stars had suddenly been spun in amongst the black locks. He then took the time to take one of her smaller hands in his own and looked over her claws. They, too, had changed in coloration. Each claw looked as if it were now made of mother-of-pearl instead of the darkened color they had been. Opalescent and brilliant, yet now the points were far sharper and, as he applied testing pressure to one claw hard enough to cause a faint sound of distress to escape his Little Queen's throat, he found that they were far more durable then they had been. Had he applied the same pressure to her claw before the change, the point would have snapped painfully and near instantly.
She had managed to push herself up to an unsteady crouch whilst he examined the one hand and started to scent at the air. He had stilled his own heart beat some time ago, his blood flowing ceaselessly through his veins despite the lack of movement from said organ, all to allow her to focus unimpeded on the living heart beats within the room. He focused on one of the humans, guilty of being a 'serial killer' as Katrina had once termed it. The man targeted particular individuals of specific features and then killed them. Kain allowed the magic that kept the man unconscious to fall away. Fear-scent and rage-scent rapidly filled the air as the male came back to full awareness and started to curse. The scents and swearing caught his Little One's attention instantly. A moment later and her blood-starved form ripped into the human with sharp claws and fangs as she tore into the male and forced the human to make the same high and desperate screams that said male had so enjoyed wrenching from his victims before he killed them.
A poetic bit of justice that, Kain thought to himself with dark amusement.
Moments later and the human was dead, ripped asunder and Katrina eagerly lapped up the blood that now coated her claws and hands. As he stalked closer, he saw that her eyes had cleared but she was still somewhat uncoordinated. Her head turned in his direction briefly before she focused on the next closest human when he unraveled the magics holding said human unconscious. Female this time and also a killer. A whore who enjoyed poisoning many of the men who came to her bed and rode them to her own completion as the males unlucky enough to fall for her trap died, their poisoned hearts failing them even as they spent themselves within her. They had only caught this killer by using a recently turned vampire and having the male play the victim in order to catch her as she was raiding his coin purse in preparation to flee the city after a 'successful' kill. Katrina's more controlled feeding from the female would ensure that the human female died the same way as her victims; equally locked in the throws of passion and death.
Another poetic end.
The third human he woke even as Katrina was still feasting upon her second victim and he stalked close to the young male. Only sixteen summers this one. Dispassionate eyes raised to meet his own and Kain tilted his head as he returned the human's steady, unafraid gaze. This one was guilty of murdering his parents, but only after said parents had knocked his younger brother unconscious and then drowned the younger boy in the river for having been found in the hayloft of their barn with the neighbor's son.
Humans, he thought to himself in disgust as he looked over the young male, they all need the firm hand of a Shepard to keep them safe from their own unenlightened ignorance.
Kain had decided on a roll of the dice for the human, a chance at survival... if Katrina had fed enough to recover herself and avoid draining the male of blood completely, he would live. The human had calmly accepted the terms of his fate, listless and adrift after the loss of his brother at the hands of the family that he had thought loved them. Kain had issued similar judgments on humans in the past, to place the human in question as the third potential kill for a vampire about to come out of one of the lesser Torpor states. Humans that, despite their crimes, had the potential to be reintroduced into the herd. Katrina had been morbidly amused the first time she had witnessed him issue such a decree. 'Judgment by crocodile?' she had asked, 'Only it's vampires instead of croc's? Interesting.' That had led him to question her about some of the animals from her home world and she had done up a few rough sketches for him from memory. Nosgoth had no 'crocodiles'. Gaia was sounding like it would be an... intriguing... place to visit the more he heard of it.
Katrina pulled away from the corpse of the second human and stretched languorously, wings arching broadly up behind her so that the tips almost brushed against the low ceiling. Her eyes had cleared but the hunger was still plain on her face as she licked blood from her lips. She moved over to the third human without prompting and let out a soft hum of noise as she took in the males calmer scent. She sank her fangs into the human's throat and started to feed at a more sedate pace. Kain reached out to lightly brush the backs of his talons against her throat as the muscles moved with each swallow of blood. The human bucked in her grasp as he let out a groan of pleasure, his struggles as he tried to fight off said pleasure rapidly weakened however. Kain let out a thoughtful hum of breath as the human's heart started to give that stutter-stopping beat within minutes of the woman's fangs piercing his throat. The young male's eyes fell shut with another, weaker groan as his body gave a convulsive, abortive thrust of hips and he started to drift into a blood-loss and pleasure induced unconsciousness. A low growl of disappointment escaped his Little One at the faltering sounds the human made yet she managed to pull back with a soft groan of unfulfilled hunger and licked at the wound to help seal it.
She pulled back in full from the human male with another small, guttural groan of noise and was finally able to focus enough to become fully aware of her surroundings. She took in the two kills, one gruesome, one neat, and then eyed the third human critically. Kain reached out and gently pulled her back a few steps in order to keep her from going in to finish feeding on the last prisoner, knowing she was on the edge of doing just that. He turned her instead to face him as he nuzzled lightly at her neck right over his Mark and relished in the soft shudder that ran through her from toe-tip to wing-tip.
"Hush now, mine Little One," he purred into her ear. "This one may yet live and serve."
"Dice roll?" she murmured in that yet roughened voice.
"Indeed," he purred as he led her over to the Font. "Drink and recover. You chose a fine place for your Torpor."
"Not that I was aw..." she coughed into her hand to clear her throat and shook her head. "Was aware of it. Did not realize it was the Torpor 'til the last ten or so minutes that I was awake. Everything from that point on is... blurry."
He pushed lightly at her shoulder as he let out an acknowledging hum of noise and she obediently ducked down to dip one hand into the enriched blood that the Font offered. She kept herself braced up enough that she would be able to move in any direction if there was a need, a careful and instinctive wariness that had served her well these long years. Kain moved to re-open the Font's archway, sheath the Soul Reaver at his back and then gathered up the living human under one arm as she fed. There was time enough to explore the changes wrought by her Torpor in full... later. He waited long enough for her to lick the last of the blood from her claws and then held out his hand to her with a small smirk. She raised a brow at him but placed her hand in his without hesitation. A moment later and he had teleported them back to their rooms. He gave her rear end a small, proprietary smack before he started for the door.
"Get cleaned up, mine Little Queen," he ordered with a purr. "There is a celebratory event this eve."
"What is being celebrated?" she asked in confusion as he opened the door.
"A mining expedition into Dark Eden while you slept proved fruitful and our men found large deposits of iron, granite, silver, copper and smaller deposits of gem stones," Kain responded over his shoulder. "Even if Vorador is no longer assisting with our efforts directly, many of his progeny have been taught the art of black smithing from him and this find will keep our men armed and armored for centuries if not millennium to come. The veins of ore run thick and deep, no doubt due to the manipulation of the former Nature Guardian when the place was shaped by magics."
"That is wonderful news!" Katrina said as she tilted her head and smiled faintly. "The human's have avoided Dark Eden as if it were plague ridden. To find such a treasure trove of ore available to us due to that fear... I had been concerned as our current iron ore mines are running dry and more then one coal mine has to be worked souly by vampires due to the deadly gases."
"I know the reports, Dear Katrina," he purred in dark amusement. "Hence the celebration... though your awakening from Torpor will also be cause for additional celebration. Go and bathe, I do not think many alterations will need be made to your clothing as had to be made to my own."
"Hmm?" the questioning noise she made was... charming and delightful.
Kain let out a soft chuckle at the sudden noise of surprise that she made when she noticed the changes with her body as he left the room. He passed the unconscious human over to the hands of the servants with instructions to see the male to the healer's tents before he started down the main stairs in order to locate Alma and Janos to inform them that Katrina had awoken. Both were pleased with the news. Her Adopted Sire fairly beamed with fatherly pride to the point that Kain wanted to shake his head at the Eldar's antics. Janos doted upon the half-blood female to the point where Kain was certain that if her nature had been anything but what it was, that strange mixed nature that had shaped a somehow shy yet firm-voiced Queen, that Katrina would have been spoiled beyond recovery by the end of her first half century on Nosgoth's soil. Kain left the older male to his dotting plans and pulled Alma aside long enough to let her know to take clothing for Katrina up to their bathing chambers within the hour.
It was yet two hours til dusk and the beginnings of the planned celebration. His young Queen did not need nor desire the long, drawn out affair to 'make one's self presentable' like many of Vorador's Bride's did and he knew the green-skinned Eldar's Bride's would have already started getting ready at this point. The old fool was never one to turn down a polite invitation to a party, even if Kain merely sent it to be just that... polite. He would have preferred not to see the Eldar's face outside of working on the Path Stone after that last fight, yet the Eldar and his Bride's had already arrived and been housed in the guest rooms in the eastern wing of the mansion. Kain's woman at least had no love of make-up or fancy hair styles, she was more utilitarian in nature which suited him just fine. He did not believe that he could long stand a female who primped and preened for even the smallest affair. No, he would need the extra time to convince her to wear what he had just sent Alma to retrieve.
His Dear Katrina did so loathe dresses...
An hour later and he approached their bathing chambers and heard exactly what he had expected to hear; Katrina's voice pitched in a low snarl of rage at what Alma had brought to the room. Kain chuckled softly to himself as he paused by the doorway and opened it just enough to look within. Alma had left the dress hanging from a wooden clothes hanger looped around a hook on the wall. The dress was of a simple and sleek design made of soft velvet with an open back that hooked at the neck much as Katrina's tops did. The skirt of the dress was a simple sheath of cloth that would just barely trail the ground if Katrina wore the accompanying thigh-high leather boots with one-inch heels, the added height enough to accentuate her already shapely legs but not enough to impede her stride. The dress had an opened slit that started just below the line of the hip to reveal the length of the right leg. It was nothing so complex as to warrant a hoop-skirt such as the dresses most human noble females currently found fashionable. Suggesting that style of dress was likely to end in blood-shed if he knew his Little One, and he did.
"I've told you before Alma, no dresses!" Katrina said as she pointed at the offending garment in question, naked with wings spread and twitching in warning. "Take that thing out of here and bring me my ceremonial armor!"
"I was instructed to bring this, the boots and the silk undergarments specifically," Alma responded with a small sniff.
"And who the hell gave you such instruction?!" Karrina's tone was now equal parts enraged and worried as she knew that there was only one person who could countermand her own orders.
Kain took that as his cue and pushed fully into the room with a satisfied smirk on his lips. Riling the woman up took a bit of effort, but the benefits outweighed the temporary rage he could induce in her.
"I gave the instruction, mine Little One," he said with a low purr as he indicated for Alma to leave. The woman was swift to duck out of the room without further prompting. "Do you take issue with said instructions?"
"You know that I do!" she responded with another low snarl. She never was one to shriek when angry. "The hell's were you thinking?!"
He couldn't help the rumbling chuckle that escaped him as he started to circle her form. She moved with him as he circled her, keeping him carefully within her line of sight.
"I was thinking of how you would look in such a garment," he said with a low sub-harmonic purr of noise that caused his woman's wings to flare briefly in presentation before she caught the movement and pulled said appendages close to her shoulders. "I was engrossed with the thought of how the velvet would follow your curves in a sinuous path. I was captivated by the image in my mind of you dancing with me, your body the hypnotizing, enthralling embodiment of divinity made flesh as we command the throne room."
A blush had started to stain his Little One's cheeks as he spoke in a low, enticing purr. Anger-scent was slow being replaced with desire-scent even as she bared her fangs in brief, subtle warning when he reached out to just barely brush the backs of his talons over the bend of one wing. He let a low, seductive growl that made her shiver and caused that desire-scent to spike. Yearning fought with anger in her eyes. Just over two months away from his side, first performing duties on the field of battle and then lost to the unyielding call of the Torpor. Her scent was an exquisite perfume of want and of a rage that was rapidly beginning to flicker out. It would not take much to push her to the very heights of passionate need in her current state. He was assured of that fact when she made a quickly shuttered, quivering noise of lust.
Oh, but this will be an amusing eve, was his darkly lascivious thought as he closed a hand on her shoulder to still her and move around her in order to push against her bare back, careful of her wings. He began to trail his tongue over the curve of her throat in slow, sweaping passes and he relished in the sound of her heart beat as it picked up, pumping blood through her veins that much faster. Another sweet shudder ran through her and he had to push down the urge to simply take her screaming where she stood. Time enough to sate his need after he had built the budding craving in her veins to an inferno of fervent, uncontrolled carnality.
"Mine Little One, mine Queen," he crooned softly into her ear as he wrapped one hand around her waist and thrust against her, his leather confined length an obvious hardness against her backside. She let out another sweet, shuttered keen of lust at his demanding movement. "Would you deny me such a pleasing, alluring sight? Would you deny me the vision of such a beguiling, seductive form that would be hidden only by the thin layer of cloth. Cloth which will caress and accentuate your sweet, toned curves?"
She shifted, struggled briefly as her wings buffeted backwards in an attempt to push him away but he had tucked himself against her back too neatly for the movement to do aught but envelope him temporarily in a cocoon of down-soft heat that belied the strength of those shielding feathers that protected the wing membrane beneath. A small warning-snarl escaped her throat as she tried to pull forward instead but he was prepared for even that struggling movement and she was barely able to move an inch before he yanked her back against his chest.
"Honey-tongued bastard!" she snarled as renewed anger-scent warred with desire-scent. "I will not... nngh!"
"Shhh," he breathed the sound over her neck as his tongue passed over his Mark upon her throat in a slow, lingering swath. She gasped and trembled at the touch, desire-scent spiking even further even as she ducked her head and raised her shoulder in a futile attempt to block his access to her supple throat. "You are fiercely beautiful in your armor, finely controlled and coiled power like a stilleto blade designed to stab swiftly and unerringly for its' target. But I would see a softer side of you this night, my Dear Katrina. I would see you dressed in sensual finery, see you stalking the halls and commanding attention with the subtle swaying of shapely hips."
He pitched his voice lower as he allowed a subtle sub-harmonic purr to fill his tone even as he mouthed her right ear, his fangs scraping against flesh and ringing against the metal ear piece at the same time. He lowered his hand to said hips and squeezed firmly, hard enough to force a small squeak of almost pain from her lips.
"Wear the dress, mine own," he whispered low as he pushed himself against her backside again even as he started to trace talon-tips lightly up the bared front of her body in a dangerous caress. "Let me see you resplendent before me."
"I... I don't..." her voice had pitched lower as well as she shivered.
He had taken the time over the years to indulge her desire for him to read aloud to her; Hamlet, Julius Caesar... even the works of Poe as she had first requested. He knew exactly what his voice could do to her when pitched just right. Many such nights of reading ended with the books on the floor as more sensual endeavors became the favored choice of action. Another push and she would cave to his request.
"Wear the dress my Little Queen," he breathed the words right over the skin of her throat, fangs scraping teasingly light over his Mark as he spoke. "It would please me greatly."
"Honey-tongued bastard," she repeated in a soft murmur even as she relaxed minutely in his arms. He grinned darkly against her throat as her head tilted in slow submission. "Just the once... I suppose I could... wear it."
He let out a pleased rumble of sound as he drew the back of one talon along the line of her jaw to turn her into a slow and lingering kiss. He released her a moment later and stepped away from her with a momentary caress of his talons over her hip.
"Get ready Dear Katrina," he purred as he started for the door. "I will be but a moment myself."
"Tease," she said in fond exasperation as she rolled her eyes and turned with a frown to eye the dress in question.
"Hnn," he gave a wordless hum of agreement as he left the room.
It took little time for him to switch out his usual, battle-worn greaves and vambraces with the more ornate yet no less effective ceremonial pieces. The current set was lined with silver rune-work and had burnished skulls carved into the metal. A dark-red velvet shoulder cape replaced his usual one, his Symbol a white shock amongst all the red and he brushed the backs of his talons lightly over the soft cloth to smooth it into place. Lastly, the Soul Reaver was sheathed against his back. He glanced into the mirror briefly and smiled darkly at the thought of what he had planned.
Events of this nature always ended with a certain amount of debauchery amongst those invited. Tonight... his reflected eyes flashed solid white briefly.
He let out a soft hum of anticipation and then moved out of the room. Swift to get ready as usual, Katrina had left the bathing chambers and was waiting for him. There was a shy discomfort on her face as she brushed lightly at the skirt of the dress, smoothing wrinkles that were non-existent. Her wings were resting lightly on her shoulders, giving the usual illusion that she wore a feathered cloak. The silver tipped feathers added a subtle layer of regality to the garb and he let out a dark purr of satisfaction at the sight of her. She turned in his direction and he held his arm out to her. She flashed him a look of amused annoyance but tucked her hand in against the bend of his arm as they started down the hall to the main stairs.
From there it was a simple matter to issue a rousing speech concerning their successful find and accepting the oaths of a few humans who had inherited their families estates. Katrina's carefully cultivated practices regarding the care of the humans in their lands had reduced the number of unruly upstarts who wanted to 'better their lives' and thus cause trouble. With the plague currently tearing its' way through Sarafan lands, those few impetuous youths who had thought to start something had fallen silent. No plague had been allowed to take root amongst the human cattle under his command in the past two-hundred years and when the Sarafan had attempted what Katrina had disgustedly called 'bio-logical warfare' by sneaking plague ridden corpses or individuals into their lands, she had been swift to order the needed precautions to limit the infection. The human cattle were thus well fed, well tended and docile under vampiric rule because of it all.
All this and more came up during the polite rounds they made through the crowd of guests. Janos was the embodiment of fatherly pride when they approached the Eldar and Nikolai, all but fawning over the changed coloration of Katrina's wings. Nikolai ended up teasing the woman about the dress and ended up with a booted heel being subtly driven into his toes as punishment. The real amusement regarding her current outfit was found, surprisingly, when Vorador padded over to join the group, a nubile human female on one arm and Tara on the other. It was obvious from the human's looks that she was slated to become his newest Bride soon, if not that very eve.
"Well now," Vorador said with an amused purr. "I never expected to see as fine a sight such as what has been brought before us this fair eve. Tell me, Sister, did you lose a bet of some sort? You look down right... edible in such a skin tight dress."
Janos shook his head in amusement and Nikolai coughed into his hand to hide a laugh even as Katrina flushed and glared at the green-skinned Eldar. The slightest of tugs on Kain's arm managed to pull him just that little bit further forward and thus blocked a little more of her form from the perverted Eldar's sight. Kain took a sip from his goblet of blood wine in order to hide his smirk and allowed the movement without taking affront. As amusing as it was to watch her embarrassment, she was still his woman and the Eldar would do best not push his luck too far.
"I lost nothing Brother," she bit out in a barely polite tone of voice as she emphasized the last word. "And your flirtations, as always, are unwanted."
"'Flirtations'?" Vorador said as he raised a hand in mock innocence to his chest. "Dear Sister, I am merely pointing out the fact that your recent Torpor has enhanced your fair beauty beyond what any of us might have expected. The dress only drives the point in firmly to the hilt."
Subtle is was not, but it was still enough to cause Katrina to blush faintly from the root of her hair to the just visible rise of her breasts. Kain chuckled softly when she let out a warning hiss of breath.
"Vorador! Enough!" she snapped out. "I have no desire to be subjected to your poorly veiled innuendo this eve or any other!"
The Eldar held his hands up in mock surrender even as his expression shifted to a darkly amused look. The Elder had made it plain that if Katrina ever stopped seeing him as a 'brother' that there were several 'activities' he wanted to show her, Katrina in turn firmly shot down the repeated offers, advising the Eldar that he was quite firmly relegated to being the 'big brother' and nothing more. Kain shook his head at the antics between the two 'siblings' and then turned his head to nod a small greeting to his Captain's as they approached. Leon, Emrys and Stefon had done well over the centuries, yet they each remained at the rank of Captain. Only Kain's own progeny would be elevated to Lieutenant-General's and only if they proved as adept as he believed they would become. Katrina had taken over in full as his Forth Captain years ago. Eventually there would be others as the vampiric portion of the army grew larger still, but for now four were enough. As the four started to talk tactics, Kain grabbed both himself and Katrina new goblets of blood wine.
Kain allowed the conversation, idly touching her hips, bared back and wings, up until she had finished her drink and the moods of others within the room began to shift towards more... physical... pursuits. Instead of immediately pulling Katrina toward the throne however, he took their now empty goblets and passed them to a serving maid. He then pulled her toward the center of the room and the musicians playing changed their melody to a more slow, sensual tempo as he flicked a commanding claw their direction. He drew her into a slow waltz around the room and fairly purred in dark pleasure as she relaxed into him. After the first melody ended and a second, no less sultry, tone filled the air, others took it as a cue to draw their own partners into a dance, Vorador and Janos included. The scents of lust and desire began to fill the air in steady increments. Heady scents even for a full-blooded vampire who had consumed copious amounts of blood wine, let alone his Little One.
She leaned closer to him, nose lightly brushing against his neck as she took in his scent. He ducked his head to nip lightly at her ear, not truly a warning-bite but more of a demand for her to bare her own throat. She let out a soft sigh of breath even as she heeded that demand and he leaned down to take in her own, aroused, scent as he nuzzled her throat. He grinned darkly against her skin as his hands slid down to her hips. A subtle shift during the next turning step allowed him to press his groin firmly against her stomach and she arched at the touch, the front of her neck bared to him and wings arching away from her shoulders in a wanton display even as her eyes slid shut. He eased them away from the main crowd when those wings threatened to impact the other dancers and carefully led her up the steps that led to their thrones. He pulled her to sit on his lap, leather-covered legs spread on either side of his thighs as he sat upon his throne. He shifted the skirt of the dress, the slit of the dress allowing him to spread the cloth behind her, keeping her lower body hidden from the rest of the room but revealing to him the black silk undergarments she currently wore.
Her eyes widened at that and a small flicker of her usual crowd-shyness started to peak through the haze of need, blood wine and lust-perfumed air. Kain pulled her in close, groin to groin and pushed up firmly to distract her. There would be no escaping to their rooms this night. A low, guttural cry escaped her and she arched at the touch, wings flaring wide as she shuddered against him. He leaned forward to nose the top of the dress lower, exposing more of the upper curve of one breast even as he lifted her enough to both ease the silk garment aside and free his own burgeoning flesh. She twitched in his grasp, a brief struggle as she tried to push against the tide of desire and he sank fangs into her breast just as he pushed into her core. He let out a muffled growl both due to the tight heat that wrapped around him, clenching at him far tighter then usual due to Torpor strengthened muscles whilst he forced himself deeper into that living warmth and due to the sweetness of her blood, always a refined vintage and now filled with a greater sense of power after the aforementioned slumber. She arched against him with a shuttered, bitten off, scream of pleasure whilst her legs tightened against his outer thighs.
~So very tight mine own,~ he Whispered into her mind even as he continued to draw blood from her breast.
Her mental sendings were near to wordless and gave the sense of 'wait!' and 'room, you bastard!'. After he had pulled near all the way out only to ram firmly back in several times, those sendings began to rapidly give the sense of 'want' and 'more' and 'please!' amongst the fading mental protestations whilst she started to rock back against him. He chuckled as he pulled his fangs from her breast and licked at the twin wounds as she healed. He lowered his hands to her waist and held himself still through sheer force of will beyond a few, reactionary thrusts of his hips. Instead, he focused on watching his Little Queen as she raised her hands to his shoulders and started to ride him, heedless now of the room around them even as the others within fell to their own wanton needs at their King and Queen's open display.
"That's it mine Queen," Kain purred in a dark whisper as his eyes fell half shut whilst he watched her hungrily. Sating himself with a male lover could be pleasant indeed but to have something this sweet and responsive, trained willingly to tend both his needs and her own... he growled low. "Ride me, anoint me, please me."
"K-Kain... oh! Faster damn you..!" her cries of pleasure were sweet as a siren's song and he had to tighten his hands briefly on her hips to keep her from moving too fast, from finding that peak too quickly.
He wanted this to last. He had been waiting for this particular situation for quite some time after all, too long denied the chance at a public claiming, a blatant showing that she. Was. His.
She let out a small snarl of breath at the restrictive hold but habit caused her to shift her grip on his shoulders so that she could find a rhythm of movement that was more acceptable. Hips began to shift and slid as she gyrated, impaled herself upon him and he let out a deep, rumbling growl of pleasure as those inner walls milked at his length with carefully cultivated skill. They continued like that, a slow and sensual pace, others within the room finding completion long before he noticed that the extra strength behind the grip of her hands upon his shoulders would have broken any humans bones. Said pressure had built enough over time to elicit a dull ache that only fueled his desire when the thought of not needing to be quite so gentle with her form as he had been passed through his mind. He licked his lips and let out a predatory hiss as he tightened his grip on her hips and forced her form down hard, harder then he'd ever risked since his own Torpor as he'd had to maintain just enough control to keep from causing true damage.
She arched with a wail of pained pleasure as the head of him knocked violently against her cervix, wings fanning wide, body clenching tight 'round him as she convulsed at the harsh impalement. Another pleased snarl escaped him and he forced her down harder and harder still in testing strokes. Her resilience in enduring such pleasant abuse had obviously risen as her cries of pleasure only grew louder and remained tinged with just the edge of pain. Her body was now able to handle so much more and he took immediate advantage of such knowledge to plunder the tight core of her clenching body, forcing her to take his length at a slow yet viciously forceful pace that would have torn apart and killed a human woman within moments.
She arched at his continued thrusts and tried to force herself down faster only to have her movements continued to be stoppered by his grip on her waist. A snarl escaped her, claws starting to scratch and dig more and more into the armored flesh of his shoulders the longer he kept her on that edge. The pain was nothing more to him then a spur to push her that much more, to wrench her head back by her hair and bare that sweetling throat. To stroke talon tips through durable feathers at the base of her wings in a gentle counter-point to the harsh claiming. To sink fangs into her partially exposed breast and feast upon lust-tinged blood. Her wings beat harshly at the air, one heavy beat even made her right wing catch against her own throne and caused the heavy stone-work to actually rock backwards from the force behind the blow.
Kain shifted his posture, leaning forward as he pulled his fangs free and forced her backwards to just that perfect angle of impalement that wrenched shrieks of pleasure out of her. Only once her mental sendings and that pert mouth had failed to form coherency beyond the mindless sense and sounds of 'more!' did he move faster, no longer teasing and drawing out the violent pleasure. He pounded harshly into her depths, deep enough to take him as if she had been made for him alone and the darkest, most animalistic and distinctly male side of his instincts that had nothing to do with being a vampire, wanted to plunge deeper still, to open and stretch and break into her womb, to leave his seed so deep within her that she would be leaking his essence for weeks. Later Torpors would bring more changes to his entire body, might well give him the length needed to do so, to have need for the opening spells he already knew, but for now the mere thought of such an act, such a claiming... to own even that part of her, to find out if it really was possible to Quicken her, even though the thought itself was unreasonable what with how long he had been a vampire, was enough to cause him to draw up, to send him roaring over the edge with his head thrown back. The violent sensation of him spending himself within his Little Queen was just enough to send her over the edge along with him and her own roaring cry of release echoed his and filled the room as her legs, her wings, hells, her entire body, tightened and bucked around him, milking him for every drop of seed as her body tightened like a vise around his length.
She fell forward against him with a shuddering groan once he released her hair and she started nuzzling, nipping and licking at his neck as her limbs fell limp with pleasure. He let out a deep, sub-harmonic rumble that echoed through the room as he leaned languidly back in his throne. He kept one arm around her waist as he rested his other on the arm of the throne and he looked up slowly, eyes half-lidded with pleasure and a deep sense of entitled power suffused him as he gazed around the room. Most had fallen to their own lusts, Vorador himself had laid full claim to the nubile human that had been on his arm, now a fledgling Bride for him to tame. A handful of vampires, and humans, had been unable to turn away from their royal coupling and of that handful a few eyes did not turn from his piercing gaze, instead eyeing the form that rested, still impaled, upon his lap. He bared fangs faintly as he flared his aura and all but two immediately looked away. He made a mental note to deal with those two particular human whelps later.
There was always someone who needed to be forcefully made aware of their place in the world...
*-*/-Katrina POV-**-*
The two centuries following that celebratory event were just as fraught with dangers and politics as the previous years. Kain and I were comfortable with each other, each of us content with the other and those few who were allowed to join us such as Alma. This by no means meant we had a perfect relationship. Even spending four-hundred years with a person did not equate to a lack of arguments, misunderstandings and angry words. While we did not fight often, the results were often described by my 'Brother' as 'awe inspiring' when the dust had cleared.
At one point, after a fight concerning human/cattle rights and restrictions, we even ended with both us on opposite ends of the Western lands; Kain at his estate in Coorhagen to the North, myself at an estate he had commissioned for me in Meridian to the South with the two of us communicating tactics and battle plans through horse-messenger.
That poor human soul put up well with our dark moods, delivering messages swiftly despite his fear of us both and was both promoted and turned once our moods had abated and we were once more on speaking terms.
Good messengers could be hard to find...
Vorador was again the Sire as for some reason as Janos simply did not want to have more fledglings of his own running about. He never did explain 'why' and Vorador was not one to explain our Sire's thoughts on the matter. I knew Janos had made more the one Childe, Vorador had merely been the Eldest, the 'first born', as such it was likely that Janos had simply given up on making more Childeren due to all the previous losses he had faced. That he had 'adopted' me so readily was... curious, when one put much thought behind it. It didn't help that one could often find Janos in a state of melancholy that only Vorador, Nikolai or I, myself, could pull him from. I worried for the Eldar and shared my fear for his mental health with Kain as the careful experiments on the Path Stone proved more and more fruitful regarding safe travel back to Nosgoth, as well as the idea that, if my world proved safe enough, Janos and Nikolai should make a permanent move.
"It may do him well to potentially be around other winged vampires again if they prove trustworthy," I said to him one night after one of Vorador's ravens safely made it back to Nosgoth and we were alone again in our room. "To be away from here. Janos' faith is beginning to wane and I wonder if he hasn't figured out, or perhaps somehow overheard us, about the parasite..."
"He may well have," Kain answered with a small rumble of noise as he removed his armor. "He is a grown man however and can hold his own council."
"Even grown men can fall to depression and need help," I said with a frown.
"I do not question that he is in a rut, Dear Katrina," he said with a shake of his head. "Merely that poking and prodding at the Eldar will not help things. Still, your idea to send him to your home realm has merit. Him, Nikolai, Vorador and Alma at the least."
"At the least?" I asked as I set aside my own greaves. "And why Alma? Vorador I understand in part, Janos would do well with his Childe nearby and you would do well with Vorador out of your hair..."
"..." Kain was silent for several long moments and when I looked up at him I realized that his expression was decidedly pensive. "We have a rough idea now, due to the Chronoplst, of how long you will be gone from Nosgoth. We have no way yet of knowing how much time will pass for you. I would not leave you without someone I might trust at your side to tend your needs. Alma... has proven trustworthy."
"Kain..." I frowned faintly and moved to his side to run fingers through his hair. He closed his talons lightly on my hips and pulled me closer.
It was the first time that this had really, seriously been brought up. His words amounted to 'I will miss you' and 'I will worry about your safety' when one translated his usual speech habits. Being one of those 'tough guys' meant you had to oft read between the lines of his spoken words or judge him instead by his actions.
"What of you?" I murmured softly as I let my wings wrap around him.
"I need no other female in my bed," he rumbled softly, "and very few males can catch mine eye."
"But you will look," I stated, ordered, more then asked, as I scratched claws lightly across the back of his neck. I did not make demands of Kain often, but this... "you are a horny bastard and will find a male of talent to tend your own needs while I am gone."
I had a thought as to whom he might choose, but did not voice it. He tilted his head as he looked at me with those blue-gold eyes of his and he then nodded his head once.
"As you wish mine Queen," he purred as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to my lips. "As you wish."
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