So by now it's abundantly clear that I'm occasionally very long winded, way too detailed in my plot and character generation and a bit spastic in general. If any of that bothers you please feel free to stop reading now. Below you will find a short story of sorts I wrote awhile back as a character introduction for some Carpathian based RP.
Her body burned, ached with the most exquisite agony imaginable, making her want to scream aloud to help relieve some of the pressure building within her frame. But that was impossible for his mouth ruthlessly covered hers, swallowing her whimpers, her moans, her cries, stealing the lingering breath from her body and leaving only liquid fire in its wake. God but she writhed for him, body tensing and arching beneath him, fingers clawing at his naked back and shoulders, red welts left in testament to her need. The metallic tang of his blood filled the air, feeding her hunger until it too rose within her, mingling with her other passions until it was possible to see where one started and the other ended.
One hand moved to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair and jerking sharply silent demand and a hint of desperation echoing through the action. His low growl filled the air as his head lifted, the sound caressing her ears and making her body shiver, for that sound alone caused her to melt than the most ardent caress of any before him. Her hand fall back to the bed and she looked up to him pleadingly. The beast shined brightly from his eyes, dark, dangerous, endlessly hungry, but she did not cower from the sight. Nay, in fact she embraced it, reveled in it, in him, in his wildness and his utter need of her. There was no mercy in those dark eyes, no sign of him relenting in this torture any time soon … she would never ask for that, her hunger nigh matched his. She could not bear it if he stopped, and the eyes which stared up at him, glazed with passion said that clearly. Instead of asking him for mercy they asked, no, begged, for more.
Another low growl caressed her as his head lowered once more, though he bypassed her swollen and slightly parted mouth, his lips gliding along her jaw line instead, nipping teasingly at her skin. But she’d had her fill of teasing and lifted her hands again to tug at his head, or at least she tried to, for somehow her hands did not end up moving far. Impossibly strong fingers shackled her wrists, lifting her hands up over her head, forcing her to stretch slightly, her body bowing under his, making the both of them groan helplessly. The feel of their sweat slicked skin rubbing together accomplished what her hands could not.
His head burrowed against her throat, the silky strands of his hair mixing with hers, feathering along her sensitized flesh. The feel of his breath fanning over her was maddening and she tugged at her hands, trying to break his grip upon him, trying to arch closer, trying everything she could think of to urge him closer, wordlessly, though not soundlessly, pleading with him to join them.
“Ummm, not yet little cat… not yet” the words were gritted out near her ear, his wonderful voice making her clench even tighter. Still pinning her hands over her head he leaned into her, letting his weight push her into the mattress deeper, the hard, hot length of him rubbing against her thigh. The majority of his bulk was still not resting upon her, but instead was supported by his side against the bed as his free hand trailed down her body, starting at the point between the gentle arches of her collar bones and moving slowly downward.
“Mmm, I can feel your heart hammering here…” and his fingers trailed between her breasts, pausing to rotate his thumb to sweep over their soft sides, that trapped heart beat thrumming up through her body to his hand and then through his entire frame. “I can hear your blood rushing through your veins, bringing that excited flush to your skin..” his teeth scraped her ear lobe making her jerk under him, teeth biting her lower lip firmly as she arched. “Just how excited are you little one?” It seemed she could do nothing more than offer a muffled moan, shuddering as his hand trailed lower, making her stomach ripple and clench. “Mmmm, I won’t make you tell me this time; would you like me to just check instead?”
Once again the question wasn’t given a reply, nor did it really need one and his fingers drifted lower, parting the downy curls at the apex of her thighs, one long finger sliding smoothly inside her, immediately clenched inside her tight heat, a scream emerging from her mouth despite her precautions, back arching helplessly again. His renewed growl mingled with her scream, his powerful frame shuddering over hers as he stroked that single digit slowly inside her. “I .. Would say VERY excited… mmm so wet, so ready for me…” She felt his fangs then, their sharp points sweeping with subtle pressure over her neck., and once more his voice reached her, though the words were not spoken aloud, but instead brushed with their unique velvety growl through her mind instead ‘so perfect… and mine..”
Fangs sunk deep then, piercing her flesh, burying deep in her throat as he drank from her greedily, bruising her with his hunger, but that small discomfort was utterly unnoticed by her as whips of pleasure tormented her body. The erotic act of his feeding making her moan and whimper, for it was not just a riot of purely physical sensations that swept through her, though those were great and wonderful in and of themselves. He was still there, a dark and ever present shadow in her mind, whispering to her, telling he how he adored her taste, sharing that taste with her, letting her feel how this act pushed his body closer to the edge.
Images flashed through her mind, the pair of them intertwined, moving together, her spread over top of him, grinding, arching, their shadows, cast by the muted light of a few scattered candles, frolicking over the cave walls while the sound of a waterfall thundered in the background. She knew then that she had never been there, and certainly that she had never ridden him so shamelessly… nay these where his dreams, his fantasies, his promises to her, and they only served to heighten her pleasure at that moment.
“Please, I need ..” her voice was low, husky hardly recognizable as hers. Part of her wasn’t sure exactly was she was asking for, but her body knew and it shifted, legs parting , her hips tilting up under his. “ I .. NEED…” she shuddered under him, and with his mouth there, still at her throat drinking from her, she felt him move as well, guiding himself to her entrance. ‘mmm, I can do no other than to provide for the needs of my Lifemate..’ his voice seemed vaguely amused, but she knew that he was just caught up in the maelstrom as she, for she could feel the tremor that shook him as he fought for control. He plunged into her then, one smooth slow stroke parting her completely, and in that instant her world, shifted, shattered and she was pushed roughly over the edge and into … wakefulness.
The first breath her lungs drew was a shaky one, broken by her agonized sob. Damn him! Damn him for doing this to her day after day! This was not the first rising that she had come awake, teetering on the precipice of completion, her body flushed, aching, and nor was this the first time that she had slowly drifted down from that peak, alone, shaking, her arms trying to hold her body, to comfort it while she turned her mind to other things, trying to block the erotic images which refused to go away by themselves.
Her passion and anger faded steadily as she felt the sun sinking yet further over the sky, soon it would be safe for her to leave the ground. But why bother?a soft persuasive voice whispered through her, familiar cape of melancholy enveloping her. Why not just rise now, before the sun completed it’s downward arch, rise and have done with it…
But that was not a viable solution, even as she thought it she knew she would not be following that course. Besides there was no guarantee that it would indeed bring about an end to the existence which she was quickly tiring of. Her race possessed great gifts and power, gifts which only grew over time, and she, like as not, was almost an ancient among them. The corners of her mouth curved up into a faint self deprecating smile as she sat up within the dark earthen chamber. Even there, in that dank and dirty setting, her appearance was immaculate, no smudge of dirt nor stray clump of earth dared to mar her pale smooth skin. She’d not bothered to clothe herself yet, and thus her form was shielded only by the dark spill of her hair, the slightly wavy waist length strands forming a light veil over her torso, brushing against her smooth thighs.
The dream once more came back to haunt her, causing a shudder to run through her, the back of her head leaning against the earthen wall behind her. It was rare for her kind to dream which led her to believe that it was not her own over active imagination providing the stimulation. Nay, somewhere … from some point in time her Lifemate had deliberately sent her dream , filling her days with heat and an unquenchable hunger. And part of her, well, part of her hated him for it; that was all he’d ever given her. She had not a face to think on during the innumerable hours of the night, nor even a name to whisper while she waited. She couldn’t even be secure in the knowledge that he yet lived for she’d received no other indication that he was out there, just the dreams, incomplete ones at that for she was never left with concrete images, brief blurred flashes accompanied a riot of sensations which left her breathless.
Damn him, damn him for doing this to her, but most of all she damned herself for still wanting him, for still needing him, for still loving him…indeed they were both damned it seemed, and there was naught she could do to change it, and that was one of the hardest blows of all.
So that RP never ended up happening, and that still makes me sad because Brielle is one of the characters I've been really keen on playing. However I know the Carpathaian market is pretty limited. This could easily be adapted to another vampiric system. Perhaps he is her maker's maker somewhat retired from the world and unaware of her existence. I'm really flexible when it comes to such things, please give your imagination free reign. Basically I just want a story where love/hate/lust all get bound up together with a supernatural bent. If this is appealing to you by all means send me a message and we'll discuss!