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Post by seras alcaste on Nov 18, 2011 0:35:38 GMT -5
This man sure was a strange one. Was he really this steriotyping of other non humans despite being one. Seras thought for a moment, mildly offended, but of course her mind would never let out her heart's secrets. "Um, no... He.. He got away, I'm afraid." Seras shrugged a bit, catching a light hint of the food in the air. It made her stomach churn, for a vampire's food of course. Certainly there had been plenty of times she'd been out on dinner dates, even ordering food, though the girl only ever seemed to touch her wine. Red wine. Perhaps it was because she couldnt injest human food, or perhaps she enjoyed the torture. Nonetheless, the girl was half human afterall.
Seras sat quietly in her chair, trying hard to concentrate on the were's thoughts. She needed to know if he'd thought any less of her after admitting to not attackin the man who'd robbed her before. But his mind had grown quite hazy.
"I'm heaps sorry, Damian Sir. I just dont enjoy telling everyone I'm not one of them is all." The girl's mood grew more melancholy for a moment. "They,... They hurt me heaps worse when they find out..." She sighed. " It's quite alright though, id only had a few hundred dollars ." Seras quickly added, hoping he wouldn't have caught the last tidbit suggesting she gets mugged. Often. Even raped.
When Damian brought his car to a stop, bits and pieces of his thoughts and intentions were clear to her, and any girl could surmise the missing pieces, but Seras wouldnt dare believe it. "I'm heaps sorry," Damian seemed upset and it devastated Seras. " Its... Not like that, Sir. It doesnt work quite that way... I, I'm no good at it." The dhampir chuckled a bit, trying to hold back tears. "I cant just hear youre every thought... Its rather, in pieces really... And it comes and goes..." Seras didnt want to get into details about how impossibly inconvenient it could be, or how terrible of a migraine hearing many people's thoughts all at once can give a person.
Seras nearly jumped out of her skin when Damian leaned in and kissed her. Right in that moment, she herself could even feel her heartbeat for the first time in forever. Her skin began to hold a human-esque glow with a brilliant liveliness her porcelain frame had been blessed with but once in her existance. She was absolutely speechless. Then the thoughts came flooding in. Her own, as well as Damian's. All at once and more powerful than ever. All the things he wanted to do to her. All the things she wanted him to do to her. All the beautiful things the timid girl wanted to hear him say, but knew she probably wouldn't ever be so lucky for.
Tears formed in Seras' crimson eyes. She felt timid, horrified, confused, happy, and incredibly depressed all rolled into one emotion. In that instance, her instincts took over against her better judgement. But Seras knew, if she were to win Damian and have him keep her, she needed for him to see how terribly she longed for him. Inside and out. Seras was beyond reason. He'd set her off in a frenzy of romance that would probably only be in her dreams. But should he change the tides on her and only consider keeping her as a personal doll, Seras would be his in a heartbeat.
Seras leaned in and put her slender fingers on Damian's cheeks and gazed deeply into eyes. They were as beautiful to her as her crimson ones were awe inspiring. But the look written across Seras' face was so sincere with raw, passionate longing even Damian, a womanizer of sorts, could recognize how true Seras was. Slowly closing the distance, she pressed her quivering lips against his and it made her heart absolutely melt. The dhampir closed her eyes, a tear he would never understand rolling down her cheek. She stayed kissing him for far longer than a timid, unsure friend would until finally pulling away relctantly. But not before nibbling on his lower lip gently with her fangs. Subconciously she wanted to taste his blood so terribly, being so close, but Seras' self loathing kept her lust at bay. But surely now Damian could come to understand a vampire was different than any other girl he'd ever been with. Seras had instilled so much passion, love and lust in her single kiss that any mere human would be lost and most certainly would have become her slave. But Seras only wanted to be Damian's. To last longer than a simple one night stand a womanizer would be known for. Seras wanted to belong to him. In every aspect.
OOC: will this have to be moved to a rated R thread soon? 
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Post by Damian Grímur on Nov 19, 2011 19:11:11 GMT -5
and soon you'll lose the will to care
"He got away?" Damian repeated wondering how exactly that was possible. He was imagining some sort of super vampire Seras. As soon as her expensive handbag was snatched from her delicate hand she would go all out chasing the fiend down. She would run with superspeed, dash off buildings to finally get the bastard. Then she would retrieve the handbag and the thief would piss his pants with fright from his mere stupidity. Why would she say that he 'got away' unless she didn't want to admit that she had killed him. "Oh, he got away. I understand." He winked as if 'in' on the understanding.
Damian tried not to talk when Seras put her genteel fingers on his cheek. Their lips met and she kissed him with so much raw passion it was unbelievable. She was unlike any other woman he had met before, of course she was a vampire. A deep growl formed in his throat when Seras stopped the kiss. He had wanted it to go on forever. Though of course he was not immortal and Seras was. He felt something thrilling inside of him as she pretended to bite his lip with her fang. Of course no decent were could have vampire bites and Damian was a decent were.
"Do you want to," he stopped and growled. He was going to ask her if she wanted to come back to his place though the only problem was that he had a kept male lover living in his apartment suite. If he came home he wouldn't know if his lover was in animal form around his house, nude on his bed or just making dinner naked. His kept lover / pet wouldn't say anything to Seras though his lover might have the look of jealousy in his eyes. Damian and Rhian weren't exclusive, Rhian was just his pet though some of the people he brought home didn't seem to like it.
"Do you want to go to a hotel?" he asked. He was well above a womanizer. Maybe some girls would be upset that they hadn't arrived to a jazz party with food and drinks but most would gladly accompany him into silk sheets. Damian wanted to have a short tryst with a vampire. He could foresee no future problems. A bit of sex, they would run lines, maybe have sex in the theater some other time and then they would both move on. He had no idea that Seras was thinking of anything serious. "I know this charming hotel. It's supposed to be haunted...by ghosts." He added as if to tell Seras that ghosts were haunting the place instead of perhaps gypsies. The managers of the hotel were at least polite enough to not comment to Damian's women and men that he was there often, treating him as if they had just met.
OOC - There isn't an R board. And Seras could always slap him. xPP But I don't think anyone is reading our thread.
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Post by seras alcaste on Nov 20, 2011 12:15:14 GMT -5
She could hear his thoughts, ever so slightly. But anyone could put the pieces together. Seras dreaded them. She wished so greatly to be fooled, to not know he didnt' feel the same in the least. The dhampir was to be a short fling, an exclusive good night he would surely remember, but nothing more than a chance for him to be able to say he had slept with a beautiful vampire.
Seras had tears in her eyes she couldnt hope to hold back for very long. She hadnt an idea of what to do anymore. For the joy of the pain and torment it would bring to her, Seras could still just sleep with him with no further commitment. It wasnt what she dreamed for, but the dhampir scolded herself for getting her hopes up.
Then, a faint thought of his whispered into her mind. Seras had a bit of trouble making it out but when she had it was devastating. He already had a pet? Was that it? No, Seras was desperate not to believe it. Was this the strange faint scent she had picked up on before?
"I'm sorry Sir..." Seras let a soft sigh escape her previously happy lips. They had just about adorned a pleasant smile, a very true emotion for once, but alas the vampiress had gotten far ahead of herself. "... please forgive me, Damien sir..." her tone grew dark and with her eyes shut the tears ran down her cheeks as she did her best to wipe them off with the back of her hand, though all she did was streak red all over her cheeks. The halfbreed was certainly a strange creature of the night. One could tell, her true pains only shed tears of blood, for all others she enjoyed too much to be too tormented. In times of anything physical, it only ever felt beautiful to her warped psyche, bringing with it tears of joy. But this would never be the same.
"If... If you wish for me to go with you.. Then I will." Seras whispered sadly, unsure of herself. Of everything. Just what was she to do? Get used and tossed aside as a piece of garbage, told not to give it much thought?
"Its... Because of what i am... Isnt it?" she asked ever so slightly under her breathe, it more a hypothetical statement then anything because she knew it had to be true.
Seras continued to stare blankly out the window, perparing herself for what she believed would now be like any other night. The sex, the abuse, the torment, it was all something she had grown swell at dealing with, with nothing but a pretty smile across her perfect lips. Its no wonder she wasnt human, nobody would be as goregeous as Seras had she put up with as much shame and horrid beatings. In her mind, save for a few , men will be men.
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Post by Damian Grímur on Nov 22, 2011 19:10:28 GMT -5
and soon you'll lose the will to care
The sleek automobile was parked in front of another automobile and behind another. The meter was waiting to be filled with quarters. Damian could hear the jazz music in the background. He could hear all the different instruments that made up that classy music one just wanted to tap their feet along to the beat and sip a cool gin and tonic on the rocks. "I'm sorry Sir...... please forgive me, Damien sir..." Damian was still staring at the gorgeous vampire when she began to apologize and cry. He pulled out his handkerchief and as Seras was wiping her tears and smearing blood on her cheeks he dabbed the blood away staining his DMG customized handkerchief.
"If... If you wish for me to go with you.. Then I will. Its... Because of what i am... Isnt it?"
Damian spoke ten words he thought that he would never say. “You don’t have to go to the hotel with me.” He wasn’t going to force her to have sex with him. He thought that she might want to. “How about we listen to some jazz?” The last thing he wanted to do was to make a beautiful woman cry. He was slightly confused about what Seras wanted. It didn’t help that she could of slight read his dirty horny were-tiger mind. He continued to dab his handkerchief at her face, determined to get all the blood off.
“I like you Seras.” The were-tiger said trying to figure out what to say. “It doesn’t bother me that you’re a vampire. And if you’re not bothered that I’m a were-tiger I’m not bothered that you’re a vampire. Okay?” He hoped that would help. In a way he was unsure of some things though he was usually very confident. “I’m not used to people not wanting to have sex with me. Usually other were-tigers always want to have sex with me since I happen to be a gold were tiger when the plain colors are orange. It’s just easier to agree to sex then to be kidnapped and held captive forced to sire gold were-tiger babies.”
He was sort of wary admitting that he was a gold were-tiger. He had purposely chosen New Orleans, Louisiana to live because there shouldn’t be any were-tiger clans here. It was far away from the others but still modern and filled with life. If Seras told someone else or quite possibly she could sell the information if she was cold hearted and were-tigers would go down to New Orleans in a heartbeat to kidnap him unless he went willingly. The joke was always on them though since Damian had an operation to not sire little were-ling bastards. If anyone knew of the operation he would be back under the operating table having it reversed before he could even scream ‘HELP’.
“Can we go listen to jazz? I really don’t like talking about were-tiger business.” It was embarrassing admitting that people only wanted him for sex so all he ever thought about was sex. Sex wasn’t so bad and it was easier cooperating then to risk getting hurt. Damian liked nice safe sex.
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Post by seras alcaste on Nov 23, 2011 0:57:23 GMT -5
The dhampire sat quietly in her friend's car, her exemplar senses taking in the entire situation as tears still rolled down her blood stained cheeks. Her porcelain skin was glowing in what moonlight shone in through the tinted windows.
"Im sorry..."
Desperately, Seras did her best to concentrate and read Damian's thoughts, trying harder than ever to understand him. She wanted to be his everything and in hopes of finding out more of his feelings she selfishly tore through his concious, but right on cue Seras opted out just as he began to speak.
When there was the light touch of a handkerchief to her cheek, the vampiress nearly jumped in surprise. She had begun to see some very wicked things inside his mind, many images she did not understand, and now Damian began to explain it all to her. Seras looked horrified. Could this man, no this were-tiger, actualy understand what she was going through? His reasons were equally as selfish and yet Damian had endured countless shameful nights of forced sexual acts for the sake of others' motives. Its true all of Seras' attackers she hadnt previously know and it was all for the sake of her beauty, but she still knew the pains well.
Slowly, Seras turned to Damian and put her arms around him. Though her frame was petite as ever, her embrace was strangely warm and lively for even a halfbreed. Her empathy was so powerful and the raw emotion inher simple gesture couldnt possibly ever be conveyed similarly by any human. It was simply out of their realm. Her lust aside, Seras cared for Damian far mor than he could have guessed.
She collected herself and took a small breath and whispered " I love you... Please forgive me..." biting her lip, her sharp little fangs nearly piercing her lower lip, Seras quivered in fear. Had she really just told him all that? But then, something bizarre began to happen. The voices inside Damian's mind that she'd barely made out before were now much clearer, and it was as if every thought she herself had Seras heard outloud as if she'd said it. But alas, the dhampir's mouth never actually opened. It was all inside her mind, or rather in Damian's head. All she wanted to do was to tell him everything and still be held and loved, but just for a brief moment, her feelings were ever so clear to the boy she was touching, assuming he would even believe it possible to hear her without seeing the vampiress' mouth move a bit.
Seras knew her transference to Damian and immediately let him go. She cowered in the car seat on her side, furthest away from him. Despite knowing he too had been through a similar fate, Damian certainly was less effected by it it would seem. "I'm heaps sorry. " but now everything was so clear to the both of them. Surely Damian had caught a glimpse of her life's torments. All the rapes and beatings, for a split second it was as if she'd shown him photographs. And the girl knew she'd done that too him. Exposed him to such an ugly truth. Everything the girl's been forced to do. Now, she was forcing herself. Though Seras wanted so greatly to make love with Damian, she believed it would never be reciprocated enough to become so grandeous and thus Seras limited herself. Somehow she was controlling her immense lust with nothing more than the increasing onset of pains. Both physical and psychological. It kept her all at bay. It kelt herfrom harming her love.
"I..I'm sorry you had to see that Damian, Sir. I'm heaps sorry... I didn't mean it, I promise." Seras had such a quivering voice and yet there was still a vampire's beauty in its sadness. "Im heaps sorry all those things had to happen to you... " her voice drifted off into a quiet whisper she forgot he may actually be able to make out with his inhuman hearing.
Above all though, however, the one image her mind had shared the most amidst the terrible chaos was a reoccuring fantasy of her laying in Damian's lap on a warm summer night, looking up at the stars together. Its too bad that dream of hers always ended in a nightmare with the sun rising and her lover leaving her in a disgusted frenzy as her skin burned away. Certainly he would have noticed the single happy notion in Seras's mind juxtaposed beside the filth.
"Yes...let's go inside... Please, Id hate to keep you..." Seras figured they would run into plenty of women at the club, and was depressed enough to believe she wasnt always the top. It was how most men noticed her enough to want to have their way with her. "Im heaps sorry you have to be seen with me.." she whispered under her breath. Though her smile grew exquisite, it was always a fraud. Damian had been fooled well, and now it was the rest of the world's turn.
Seras put a soft touch to Damian's arm. Her eyes were seductive, her smile to die for. A stranger facade was beginning to win her over, in order to deal with the crowd. She gingerly leaned in and whispered in his ear. "please, steal me away tonight, take me..." it was miracle the lustful vampire could be so close to Damian and not bite him. Every fiber of her being kept her from doing so, it destroying her inside. The torment and pains were greater than theyd ever been. Years of deprivation and Damian's scent were powerful, ruining her from the inside out. Starving herself had never once appeared more devastating. Her body shivered in agony.
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Post by Damian Grímur on Nov 25, 2011 20:17:18 GMT -5
and soon you'll lose the will to care
"I love you... Please forgive me..."
Damian was startled by someone telling him that they loved him. He had only seen Seras once before at the restaurant and bar that catered to vampires and humans – the hangout for tourists to catch their first glimpse of a vampire. The second time he had seen her was at the theater. He was brand new to the production. “I…I…” he turned away. “I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry.” He had heard ‘I love you before’ though he knew no one meant it. They just wanted a rare tiger to bed.
"I'm heaps sorry.”
Damian gasped. He had seen things from Seras, things that should have been in her mind and not in his. Horrible things. In some of the visions or flashbacks he had seen her being beaten and raped – repeatedly by different men. He barely heard Seras apologize for what he had seen. He was too busy realizing that he wasn’t staring into her visions and back into his car once more. Damian blinked and then gasped as if he was out of breath struggling underwater.
"I..I'm sorry you had to see that Damian, Sir. I'm heaps sorry... I didn't mean it, I promise."
“What just happened?” he asked quite surprised. He didn’t ask what he had seen. He really didn’t want Seras to confirm or deny if what had happened was in the past and if it had really happened. “I just saw… I’m a were-Tiger. I don’t get visions. What is happening to me?” he asked. Was it possible that Seras could make people see things that weren’t really there? Damian wanted to stare at his hand to see if he was still here or stuck in a vision. Were-Tigers didn’t really like magic.
“I’m heaps sorry all those things had to happen to you... I..I'm sorry you had to see that Damian, Sir. I'm heaps sorry... I didn't mean it, I promise. I’m heaps sorry all those things had to happen to you... "
“It’s not your fault.” Damian said softly testing out his voice. He had heard such horrible screams from such horrible acts. Everything that had happened to Seras was a thousand times more horrible then what had happened to himself. “It’s not your fault.” Damian said as his voice was much louder than his own soft whisper before. He grabbed Seras hand, “It’s not your fault. Forget about it.”
"Yes...let's go inside... Please, I’d hate to keep you...Im heaps sorry you have to be seen with me.."
Damian got out of the car after checking the coast was clear. The horrible thing about his car was that the doors slid upwards and could hit a car in another lane. The passenger side doors were easier to open since they would only knock tourists out of the way. He slid some quarters into the meter. “Let’s go inside. I’ll buy you a drink.” Surely they served vampire blood like other restaurants and clubs did.
"Please, steal me away tonight, take me..."
Seras’ smile was seductive. She was drop dead gorgeous hanging on his arm. If he could read minds he would hear other men dying to be him and dying to be seen with Seras. “I’ll be honored to steal you away.” He said as he took Seras by the waist. He kissed her neck and used his teeth. “Do you want to go to the bar?” he asked as he led Seras to the bar. “What do you want, A, B, AB, O?” he asked.
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Post by seras alcaste on Nov 26, 2011 0:24:16 GMT -5
Perplexed by Damian's confusion, Seras sat and simply gazed upon him for just a few moments before it all dawned on her. What the girl feared and apologized for had been realized afterall. A strange transference of her ability to see and hear peoples' minds, surely Damian had unintentionally gotten a glimpse of hers when she held him. During which a time, the vampiress was not the only being in the vehicle that night who had the ability.
Seras had only ever experienced the phenomenon but once more in her deranged life. It would seem during a period in which she would hear their thoughts and it grew so intensely powerful that when her eyes closed Seras would see images of his secrets, the dhampir can share the ability unwillingly. Of course it only ever happened in a particular state of mind for Seras, and only when she felt such a deep, emotional connection with a perticular person. But now, Damian had been exposed to her secrets. Though he may not believe or understand any of it, it all happened so fast.
"I'm heaps sorry, Damian Sir. Please don't be upset with me. I promise i wont do it again. Did I frighten you? I did, didn't i? Please forgive me Sir." Seras had an equally frightening look across her pretty face. " please... Please dont hate me more for seeing that. I promise it will only happen just this once... I... I" she took a long pause. " I made you see those horrible things. It was me. I did it... But i didn't mean to, honest! "
It was clear now that as she can read minds, she'd accidently exposed him to the ability for only a little and Seras was utterly afraid of how devastating and disgusting it must have been to see.
As the timid girl was helped out of Damian's car, she smiled at what a gentleman he could truly be. More and more the vampiress knew he was the one for her, but more and more the overpowering derganged side of her psyche took over telling her it was useless and he only wanted her for sex. That a were would never love a dispocable vampire. Still seras stayed by his side, even after convincing herself that if she were lucky enough, perhaps she could be Damian's slave at best.
The two walked into the bar, all eyes on the man and her wondrous guest. She could hear many many thoughts of gossip whispering around the establishment.
"I beg your pardon?" Seras asked, trying desperately to act as if she hadn't a clue as to what he meant. In truth, his words destroyed her further. She wanted nothing more than to suck on her lover's neck gingerly. To taste his sweet blood.
"Oh no, that's quite alright, Sir. I dont drink that no more." she took a deep breathe before ordering a water and turning back to her date. "But perhaps, a type D?"
She blushed a bit and looked away, unable to keep a straight face after such a cute joke that revealed her not so secret urges to feed off him. But it was far more complicated than Damian could ever understand. To Seras, feeding wasnt just Lust. It was emotional. She felt such a deeply rooted longing for Damian. Every fiber of her being wanted to be take by him. To be roughed up, to be kept as his.
Seras nibbled at her bottom lip, it quivering in fear of what Damian may feel of her now. Yet all Seras could do was stare into her glass, pretending to be invisible, only to cAtch herself staring up and away to fantasize about his neck. The thought of being held in his warm, powerful embrace and comforted as she gently bit into his flesh to savour his blood turned her on like no other, but coming to the realization disgusted her
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Post by Damian Grímur on Nov 27, 2011 19:59:41 GMT -5
and soon you'll lose the will to care
“You don’t drink blood anymore?” Damian asked quite shocked. How could a vampire not drink blood? It was as essential to him as air, as essential to a fish as water. He did not know what happened to a vampire that gave up blood but he knew no good things could happen. His date ordered a water. Damian wasn’t an expert on vampires but knew they couldn’t drink water. Though Seras’ was a hybrid, who knew what she could drink.
“Type D?” He said before getting it. “How about we meet in the middle and get you a B negative?” Damian turned to the bartender that had gotten Seras’ her water. “Double bourbon, neat. And a B negative for the lady.” Damian ordered and fished out a couple of twenties to pay for their drinks and a tip. The blood came in a dark glass so one couldn’t tell that it was blood. An unwrapped straw that would probably be black was unopened and on the counter if Seras’ wanted it.
Some women liked the man to order. Some women did not. Damian always let women order what they wanted. But he made an exception in Seras’ case because he didn’t want to be with a hungry vampire. He did his best to shut off his mind to anyone reading it. He hadn’t done it in so long. He had forgotten all about mind readers and the likes. He didn’t have to pick stocks for wal street, he didn’t do anything that would cause someone to want to read his mind.
Damian watched as the bartender poured him his bourbon neat in a glass. He concentrated on his mind. He formed a giant wall in his head. Something not of straw or wood or cement but of thick metal. Damian concentrated until he cleared his mind. He was confident now that Seras couldn’t access his mind. No offense to Seras but some things were better left in private.
He took a sip of his bourbon. “Good stuff,” he said.
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Post by seras alcaste on Nov 29, 2011 9:33:02 GMT -5
Seras continued to stare blankly in at her glass of water. She had put it to her lips perhaps once or twice, but did nothing more than pretend to take a sip. Her mind was deinately elsewhere, though with her beautiful smile anyone would think she was having a grand time.
"oh no, its alright..." she began to whisper before Damian had already gone ahead and ordered.
A small sigh of relief escaped her lips. There was something amiss. Damian wasn't rude to her, or even seemed to dislike her company like all the rest. But when Seras tried to delve into his thoughts, the vampiress felt a pain far more severe than a migraine. It pierce her mind and put up a front she could not get passed. The more she listened, the more it felt to her that nobody was speaking. Seras could not hear damian's mind whispering its depest darkest secrets to the girl. It was a if he was trying to be as blank as could be and she knew it. There was a displeased look on the poor girl's face. Now she knew he would ruin her friendship with him, ever unsure of what to say to him.
Soon, their beverages were delivered, much to Seras' horror. There before her was a glass of human blood, its stench tingling her senses. Her eyes grew deeper crimson than ever before. Her fangs were piercing and couldnt even be hidden behind her precious lips no more. Gently, she leaned down as the dhampir took a hold of the glass, but swiftly returned it atop the bar counter and took a deep breath. With a pretty smile and tears swelling in her beautiful eyes, she turned to Damian. "Please excuse me for a moment, Sir?" getting up out of her sear, Seras motioned for a bartender. "I have to use the restroom, dear." upon excusing herself, the dhampir politely walked past the bartender and stopped to ask him to kindly remove her drink and to just leave her be should Damian order anything else for her. As she noticed him comply, Seras smiled back at her were friend and went off in a rather hurry to the little lady's room.
Seras could not make it to the restroom soon enough. As she stood leaning against the counter, the poor girl was shaking and all too afraid to look up into the mirror. When she did, however, it only reminded her of her lack of humanity, bringing more tears to her eyes. There was no reflection staring back at her, just what appeared to be an empty restroom. It was a wonder how her compaq told her the true story of her looks, as a vampire never had a reflection elsewhere.
Taking a deep breath, Seras could no longer hold herself back. She raised her wrist to her mouth and bit into it as hard as she could, a cold, almost tastless liquid flowing into her mouth. It rarely quenched her thirst completely but the vampiress had grown accustomed to it calming her down a bit. It was becoming less and less effective, however, and all she could hope to think about was tasting Damian. If only he knew how head over heels she was for him.
"you can do this, Seras..." the timid girl whispered to herself, having finished feeding. She rinsed herself off in the sink, checked he makeup, smiled and was out the door in record time.
Seras walked almost confidently back to the bar, fluffing her hair with one hand, her heels showing off her long, slender and perfectly toned legs. She was very petite and far more closer to perfection than any other human in the bar. A vampiress' trademark afterall. Damian was sure lucky to be out with someone of her caliber, as Seras drew attention wherever she was seen. It was almost as if she were some kind of celebrity, even though few knew her from the stage production.
"Im heaps sorry, Damian Sir. I hope you didnt miss me too much" seras chuckled, her lips pulled back into a cute smile. Her demeanor appeared a bit different. She was less timid, and certainly more calm. There was something odd about it. But perhaps Damian would notice the two pierced bite marks in her wrist as the halfbreed lifted her water to her lips. They were long since healed over, but to a were tiger with hightened senses, surely he could smell the faint hint of a strange blood on her behind the puffs of Chanel no.5 perfume. The fang marks in her wrist were very faint and all other traces were washed away. It would only be a few minutes before even those were lost to her vampiric healing as well. However, Seras pretended nobody would notice, as any human would surely miss it.
Again, the girl only pretended to take a sip of her water and sat it back down gently. "I rather fancy this place, don't you? It's quite quaint, for a popular outing." Seras commented on the atmosphere, trying to keep the subject off Damian, and especially off blood. Seras couldnt hope to explain why she refused to take any in, being half vampire, but the depressing memories began to creep back into her mind. To combat it, she desperately attempted to dive into Damian's mind but it wasnt working. She heard nothing from him. Without even a truthful frown, Seras kept her false smile up and wonderful as she opened her senses to anyone and everyone else in the bar. Left and right the thoughts became clear to her, overwhelming her mind. It worried her, though, as one such mindset stuck out to her like a sore thumb. Somewhere amongst the crowd, someone was having ill thoughts towards her. She began listening in, enjoying the complimenting thoughts about her beauty very much until the voice grew sinister. Like many others before, this man wanted to do away with her date and planned to have his way with her. Seras felt frightened, looking around the bar almost crazily , her eyes darting back and forth in apparent fear. After not noticing anyone suspicious, Seras calmed herself down to realize she would just have to put up with it like any other night. In fact, the deranged mind of the girl was slowly taking her over, and she began almost looking forward to the pain and shameful torture. Still, she could not pinpoint who it may be, but was clearly looking for someone within the place. Her entire demeaner took on a more depressed, bizarre state of mind, one Damian would surely notice. without the true confidence of a vampire, and the humanity to despise her inhuman side, Seras was in danger once again but refused to accept it as such. One thing was for certain, if this man got to her, terrible things would happen.
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Post by Damian Grímur on Dec 4, 2011 16:50:55 GMT -5
and soon you'll lose the will to care
Damian saw Seras taking small sips of the water, not realizing that the same amount of liquid was still in the cup as before. He thought, ‘Wow she really can drink water.’ “Hurry back,” he called out. He took another sip of his bourbon finishing the glass. At the same time he heard Seras order the bartender to get the blood away from her. So Damian put up no fuss when he took back the glass. Blood was as expensive as the devil in restaurants! He couldn’t even imagine how much donors charged.
Why wouldn’t Seras’ drink the blood? Was it because he purchased it? Was it because she hated B negative? Was it because she’d rather drink something else? Or maybe nothing at all? He ordered another bourbon and made it a triple times two! He slammed the drink down his throat barely tasting it and yet smelling like liquor but not being drunk all at the same time. It took a lot for a tiger to get drunk.
“I did miss you greatly. Can I steal you away now?” he asked grabbing Seras’ arm and heading away from the dance floor and bar down the hallway which led to someplace else. He didn’t notice anything different about Seras. He licked his lips as he led Seras by her slim waist. He could smell a faint hint of blood but thought nothing of it. Nor did he know that someone had chosen Seras for their prey and wanted her nearly as bad as Damian wanted her.
“This place may be quaint but it has lots of little places to get away.” And Damian knew all of them. There were a few doors in the hallway and Damian led Seras to one. He closed the door with his foot, pressing his lips to Seras. He taste blood but he wasn’t thinking with his brain right now. He kissed Seras before taking off her shirt. He kissed her breast while removing her bra with ease. He licked her nipples all while he was so hard and ready. They would be good together. She was damaged. He was damaged.
He took off his jeans and slid his boxers down revealing that he was hard and ready. He didn’t know what he would do if Seras protested or resisted. He wanted her and he was only thinking with one organ. “You’re so beautiful.” He said as he licked and nipped at Seras’ breasts. He wanted to plunge into her against the wall with her moaning, then he wanted her lips on his member, and then he wanted to take her again. With one second of clarity Damian pressed the little button on the door locking it from the outside so they wouldn’t be disturbed. It was the sort of lock that if one touched the handle from the inside it would unlock. He looked at Seras with a hungry, needy look in his eye.
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Post by seras alcaste on Dec 5, 2011 1:29:12 GMT -5
There were still plenty of worrying thoughts flowing through the dhampir's mind as Damian wore a seductive smile ever since her return. It didnt take a mind reader to realize what his intentions were, but somehow Seras' self distructive nature was subdued enough to go away with her love interest rather than discover whom her stalker in the bar room had been.
All the while she was being led to a back room, Seras kept quiet. Her timid little lady side was of course nervous and growing shy but the vampire in her was overcome with lust. A strange smile was across her lips as the girl rushed along hurredly being pulled by Damian. More and more his throughts grew more clear to her once again and it was evident his desire for her took over his mind. No longer did he appear to concentrate on blocking his each and every thought from her, and alas it was almost dissappointing to the girl. But strangely enough she was able to find a certain sense of comfort in the fact that he too was a tormented being. Sex for them was mostly ever only physical and the emotional connection had long since been disconnected from the topic.
Going against her own love and longing for something beautiful and elegant, Seras let the vampiress in her take over, knowing it would only come back to haunt her later. As Damian closed the door behind him and nibbled on her suptle breasts, Seras let out a faint little moan. She happened to look down and was in awe. He was so beautiful and large. Her lust longed for him greatly, even if her true feelings were of shame and self loathing. Seras wouldnt stop now. She wanted so terribly to be Damian's and if that meant she would have to be indecent and show him a wild good time, Seras was convinced and ready to do such a thing. No matter what. Although deep inside, she had such true values and despised herself greatly for giving herself up to someone she'd only just meant. But knowing this made it all the more torturous.
Almost as if she were told, Seras dropped to her knees and took his member in her slender fingers, gripping it lovingly. With such a passion she put her lips to him and worked her magic. He tasted so wonderful to her, it was a surprise how she didnt just bite into him! All the while, Seras had been rubbing herself and her panties were growing quite wet. But she wouldnt let Damian have what he'd wanted all evening just yet. The vampiress continued to caress his member, her lips wrapped around the shaft and sucking and stroking him with her hand. She had such a gentle way about it so as to not harm him with her fangs, and yet give him a grand sensation. Before long she had him so deep down her throat the tip of her nose brushed against Damian's tummy.
Growing more and more wet, Seras slid her panties down and out of the way as she stood and leaned up to his ear. " shhh, don't worry..." the dhampir whispered, it was almost as if she were telling herself.
With her strength, Seras pushed Damian back against a wall a bit and put her arms around his neck. She stared up at him with the utmost of love and passion, as one would do to their husband on a honeymoon. For a vampiress though, it meant more to her. To connect with someone emotionally and long for him filled her with an undying love but to finally experience him was more than fullfilling. It was something Damian could never understand unless he were a vampire, the feeling of intensity. Seras pressed her lips to Damian's.
The dhampir positioned herself above his member, She teased him for a moment, rubbing the head between her soft lips. Then, without warning or any hesitation in the least, she held him tight and impaled herself. A slight wince of pain, one that she enjoyed, and Seras took his entire length. A shrill yelp of pain and a moaning pleasure escaped her lips as one. There was a tear in her eye. She didnt even think twice as she rested on her high heels and against his chest, all of his member deep inside her. It was wondrous! Seras felt like it would damn near come out of her mouth. The pain of him stretching her was so beautiful to her! And certainly her virgin vagina gripped him tighter than anything he could have ever imagined. It was as if she'd taken him in her slender hands and squeezed. Being a vampiress, her hymen as well as any stretching was always healed. The curse of her ability left her to feel the pain of an innocent virgin every time someone would take advantage of her against her will. But this time, Seras was overjoyed.
After a moment's relaxation to get used to his large size, and to let a little bit of the blood to drip out, Seras raised herself up a bit, only to bring her lips down again. The vampiress in her couldnt have been more satisfied with finally having what she'd longed for, and she was no stranger to pleasing a man. Seras squeezed him tighter than ever and rode him. She slammed him harder and harder with each thrust, pounding herself into oblivion. It was apparent she wasnt a virgin and loved every inch of Damian, but surely he'd notice tearing her hymen? Seras rode him like no other girl ever had, putting herself in a pure bliss of pain and pleasure. Both translating to an orgasm for the girl. After minutes of intense riding, her petite frame could handle no more. She held him deep inside her and her body quivered in delight.
After catching her breath, however, Seras was still as tight as ever and began to ride him some more. No matter how hard she slammed Damian, her pretty little vagina never loosened. It was any man's fantasy. The dhampir got off her lover, pushing him onto the nearby couch. She began to suck him dry with her perfect lips, even nibling on his member ever so gently before finally jumping on him again. She had paused from intercourse long enough for her hymen to heal again, but Seras didnt bother to realize. Overcome with lust and a pure ecstacy, she took him into herself again, in his entirety. His shaft was so long and deep inside her but the tiny girl loved it. Wincing atthe bit of pain from her virginity being torn through once again, Seras wished she could feel him inside her always. She loved feeling like a part of Damian, like they belonged together. Seras would do anything for him to keep the feeling alive. Even become his sex slave, so long as he let her at least pretend in her own mind that he loved her back.
After riding him hard, Seras got off his member and stood up. She glanced back at him with such a passion any man would just melt. Bent over the arm of the couch, Seras begged for Damian to be inside her again without even opening her mouth. It was all written in her gorgeous eyes. Surely even Damian could see how serious her lust was. It was beyond a vampiress' feelings. She was a girl making love to a man she'd fallen for.
"Make love to me, Sir" Seras purred, her crimson eyes glimmering in the dark room with a beauty like no other. Her porcelain skin was as cherished as the moon itself,
glowing like pearls from the deepest oceans. Even amongst vampires, Seras was a pure sight to behold. Gorgeous beyond her years. She was bent over waiting for Damian slam his erect member so far into her she'd swear she were being torn in two. The girl longed to feel his strong hands holding her very tiny waist and to have his member tear through her virginity again and again and spread her apart as her tight "virgin" body held onto him as if to never let him out. Most girls dislike the pain of being made into a woman, but Seras was different. She'd have Damian tear through her hymen over and over that night, and with barely a tear in her eye the dhampir would adore ever second of the sharp pain. Seras had grown so accustomed to the tortures in her life, her body truthfully only felt pleasure from it.
Seras wanted to enjoy every second of it all before coming to the depressing realization that she was just another satisfied night for the were-tiger. Soon she would be weary enough to hear his thoughts clearly again, to understand and be devastated that the one man she'd longed for would want barely anything to do with her at all after this night.
"please, take me sir. " Seras bit her lip till it bled, it trickling down her throat and calming her down with a dull, minimum satisfaction enough to not bite Damian. The will power to not feed that the dhampir possessed was unheard of.
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Post by Damian Grímur on Dec 5, 2011 16:54:13 GMT -5
and soon you'll lose the will to care
Damian growled in his throat with the growl only a tiger could do. He was hard and longing and the only thing that could possibly stop him was either someone interrupting them or Seras closing her legs running and screaming. Even then Damian didn’t know if he could resist not chasing Seras and doing her on the dance floor like a super villain in front of multiple witnesses. Damian watched with yellow and black eyes as Seras dropped to the ground. If she was going to retrieve her shirt he was going to charge at her.
Instead she took his member in her mouth and he gasped. He moaned as Seras took his whole member in his mouth, doing things to him that were adequate being performed by some call girl but were mind blowing when being done by Seras. He almost thrusted his member down her throat before he stopped himself. He couldn’t get down her throat and all that would happen is he would get his cock bite – which might not be so horrible.
“Don’t. Stop.” He cried out between moans. Before long he was completely down Seras’ throat and her nose pressed his abed stomach. Damian moaned and he had to fight to not come. No man or woman had ever taken him as deep before. He usually got his member down their throat a few times thrusting before they had to gag from the gag reflex. “Seras,” he moaned as he fought with himself to not come despite a little bit of semen going in Seras’ mouth more than enough for her to sample.
Damian let Seras push him against the wall and place her arms around his neck. If she bit into his neck he wouldn’t resist. In fact he would be willing. Anything for Seras and her amazing tongue. He was still softly moaning from that last trick. They kissed and then when Seras’ broke away from Damian’s lips he briefly wondered ‘what next’ before she plunged his member inside herself.
Seras was moaning. Damian was moaning. The guy whose office they were in would be moaning when he saw the floor dripping wet with sexual juices. The fact that Seras was so tight felt even better. He didn’t realize that he was breaking and rebreaking her. He wasn’t thinking very much with his brain. He was doing all his thinking with his member. He joined in the thrusting, the sex way too good to believe. He would have to write an article for Playboy. Sex with vampires was all that and more!
Blood was on his member and dripping on the ground but Damian ignored it, assuming it to be his own blood, maybe Seras had nicked him when she was down there, but it was no big deal. The blood helped him coast in and out of Seras. “You are like a goddess.” He uttered. He had never had sex with someone who happened to be so tight before. Damian wasn’t out of breath and continued to move his hips as Seras rode him. Damian moaned and said more words of encouragement to Seras. She was the best piece of ass that he had ever had. And he had no plans anytime to share her with anyone.
Seras pushed Damian to the nearby couch. It was funny that he thought that he would be the one acting like an animal to Seras but she was the bossy one in bed. She began to suck him again. Damian moaned, “I have to…come.” He began to come into her mouth, moaning and his body screaming with pleasure of both sex and a girl sucking his come. As he came and screamed and his body twisted he thrusted his member down her throat once, twice, three times. He did that eight more times before he finished coming.
After riding him hard, Seras got off his member and stood up. She glanced back at him with such a passion any man would just melt. Bent over the arm of the couch, Seras begged for Damian to be inside her again without even opening her mouth. It was all written in her gorgeous eyes. Surely even Damian could see how serious her lust was. It was beyond a vampiress' feelings. She was a girl making love to a man she'd fallen for.
"Make love to me, Sir"
Damian became hard again at the sight of Seras bent over on the couch waiting for his member. She smelled like his scent now. She smelled a bit like a were-Tiger and that was a real turn on. She purred. He growled. He placed his arms on her shoulders and immediately thrust himself inside of her. He wasn’t worried that he wouldn’t fit. She had already made him fit. He closed his eyes and began to thrust with animalistic speed. He was going far deeper in her then he had been in most of his partners. His body wanted hers so bad that he hadn’t realized that he had broken something and more blood was coming.
By the time Damian had finished with her vagina he was struggling to catch his own breath. But he didn’t want to stop there. Not when there were so many other places to put his member. He turned Seras around, spread her buttocks and entered her without any type of warning. He thrust and thrust enjoying the new venue for his member. He kept pounding Seras harder and harder with each thrust, imagining that she was egging him on.
And then when Damian lunged out instead of pushing himself back into Seras’ buttocks he placed his member back in her vagina. It was just as tight as before. It was as if as hard as he might try she seemed tighter each time. Like the more he fucked her the tighter she became. This new sexual position entering her vagina from behind was one of great pleasure. He felt that he might have hit the wall of her cervix a few times from this angle. Many women complained that he was hurting them by now, but not Seras.
Damian thrust and he felt that they were so loud that the people on the dance floor might wonder what was going on. The couch shook and moved across the room. The floor lamp bounced and moved. Pencils rolled off the desk and onto the carpet. The water cooler had bubbles of air tending to the surface with each vibration. And then finally Damian grunted and came again with no worries that he would knock her up. He was a were-tiger and she was a half/vampire and half/human. He pulled out and sat on the couch, catching his breath.
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Post by seras alcaste on Dec 5, 2011 23:49:42 GMT -5
When Damian thrusted into her without any hesitation in the least, it turned the Seras on more than ever. The vampiress within her was ecstatic, overwhelmed with a pleasure only he could have brought to her. Seras had spent days watching him from afar, longing for him during rehearsals with their troupe. Now that she was finally making love to him, it was what any woman could dream for and more. The pleasure sent shivers through her petite body as Seras was ready to come again. But just as the dhampir wanted to explode all over his member, drenching it her juices, Damian pulled out. It nearly enraged her, but before the girl could beg for more, he thrusted himself where no man had ever gone before. Seras had often pondered about anal intercourse, but it was beyond anything she could have ever imagined! There was no line between pain and pleasure with her psychotic tendancies, but this was absolutely fantastic! Seras came twice before he was finished thrusting in her tight back door. Seras could not get enough of it! He was stretching her apart and she adored the feeling. Of course in a matter of minutes even the size of Damian's member was no match for her vampiric healing.
As Damian laid on the couch for a short while to catch his breath, Seras stayed beside him, sucking on his member genty and cleaning it off. She wanted to keep playing with him some more but soon it became apparent even he couldnt wear her out in bed, but of course he was no vampire. Nevertheless Seras loved and cherished every second of his attention.
Soon, however, her humanity had gotten the better of her and Seras calmed down. She grew Awfully quiet and had a sad, shameful look in her eye. "I... I hope I was enough for you, Damian Sir." little did she ever admit, Seras was any man's fantasy. Eternally a tight virgin, a total freak in bed with the tongue of a goddess and looks that were enough to drive any man out. Even when she were crying and sad it was no wonder how a man could still take advantage of the girl. Seras was downright adorable.
But as they sat upon the couch and Seras curled up like a cat beside the naked form of the man she grew increasingly obsessed with, the dhampir immediately looked horrified in doin so and scooted away. How could she have done this to Damian? In her mind, Seras was a monster and she never wanted anyone to have be inside her though in reality it was quite the sheer opposite of a misfortune.
"Im sorry sir, please don't hate me. Please, I didn't mean to..." Seras lips trembled in fear. She had let her vampire side take control over Damian and it upset her greatly. So much so that she grew further and further from listening to reason. Her body began to shake and her skin was paler than snow. Transluscent almost. It was no wonder vampires held no reflection.
With blood still trickling down her thigh from having her virginity taken, something any man would notice, Seras stood slowly and backed away from Damian on the couch. She held her naked self in fear and what looked to be pain, or pleasure. Still, she was frightened. Terribly. Of everything and everyone.
One by one, the ever so faint scars from her many nights of torture grew darker and more visible. In a few short moments the dhampir was riddled with them all over her tiny body. Years and years of abuse, both self inflicted and not, had taken its toll on her pretty frame. Typically, her vampiric healing had done away with it all, but now it was as if she had been cut up all over again. Her scars grew a deep, ghastly purple hue before her skin began to tear and ice cold blood ran from her dead veins.
Seras remained cowering in the darkest corner of the room, devastated at Damian's apparent disgust for her kind. She remembered his exact words, hearing it over and over in her warped mind. The more she couldnt stop thinking about how horrible vampires were, the more she grew to despise herself and the worse her condition grew. Blood was now pouring out of her, a strange sight being most vampires were undead. Perhaps she was simply losing whatever humanity she had left in her from her mother. Nevertheless, it had only happened to her once before and even back then it was a horrifying mistery for the girl. Had her lover Hiro not calmed her down at the time, who's to say what would have become of her.
Her lips trembling terribly, Seras' eyes grew blacker than death, blood flowing from them and down her pale cheeks. She held her hands out in front of herself and stared at everything in disgust. Her vision goin blank with blood and fear, Seras desperately tried to wipe the blood off her arms but more kept flowing, even from her hands. The stench of it was slowly triggering a horror inside her. Seras was frightened and ashamed and confused, praying Damian had perhaps left the room so as to not have to see her like this. But then she heard him breathing and wished she could get further away but alas the poor dhampir was caught in the corner of the room with nowhere else to go. Seras was losing her mind. Could Damian calm her?
"P-Please... Please dont look at her, Sir. " Seras cried. " I'm heaps sorry." Seras was so distraught she prayed for her death rather than someone to mend her wounds with a soothing voice.
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Post by Damian Grímur on Dec 7, 2011 19:30:29 GMT -5
and soon you'll lose the will to care
As Damian caught his breath and his member finally had a chance to rest he glanced around the room. It wasn’t destroyed, not really. But things were out of place and in some places the carpet was soaked red with blood and white semen that had come from him, as well as other juices. It was kind of a turn on. He grunted some more as Seras came at him again. She was a true tigeress!
"I... I hope I was enough for you, Damian Sir."
“You were good Seras.” He said as he stood up and took a small paper cup and filled it with water. Damian pressed the cup to his lip and then drank the water which was surprisingly cool. When he had emptied his cup he filled it again two more times.
"Im sorry sir, please don't hate me. Please, I didn't mean to..."
Damian looked at Seras. If there was someone she should hate, it should probably have been him. The way he abused her body, the way he had probably broke some things inside of her. “I don’t hate you. I want to fuck you again some other time.” It really wasn’t in him to apologize. And if he did that then maybe Seras would see that she really didn’t want him again.
Damian began to smell the metallic copper scent of blood. Now that one part of him was satisfied he could think with the other. He heard the drip, drip, drip of blood from between Seras’ legs falling to the ground. He knew that Seras’ hadn’t been a virgin despite the fact that she had been as tight as one. “Oh my God. Are you okay?” he asked honestly concerned.
Damian watched as Seras backed away from him on the couch as if he had suddenly grown three heads and claws. He could see things on her body that hadn’t been there earlier. It was like his eyes had been playing tricks on him. Marks appeared on Seras’ body. It was like she was a hardboiled egg and was going to crack. He didn’t mean to but he stared at her wide eyed, mouth thankfully closed. It looked like he could see every mark, every scar she had ever had in her life. Suddenly, out of nowhere the scars turned purple and began to explode with blood.
Seras was now cowering in the corner. Damian was now standing by the couch, mouth open wide in shock. There was so much blood that she probably shouldn’t be able to survive much longer. Blood flew from every oracle of her body. Damian didn’t know what to do. Should he cover her wounds with his clothes? Should he runs screaming into the club and ask for someone to call 911? Should he himself call 911? Should he call the vampire church for help? He watched as Seras wiped her own blood off her.
"P-Please... Please don’t look at her, Sir. I'm heaps sorry."
“Seras,” Damian said in a quiet voice as he walked near Seras in the corner. “What do I do? How can I help you?” He didn’t want Seras to die on him! He picked up his pants and grabbed his phone as he neared Seras. “I’m going to call the vampire church. They can help you. You’re going to be all right.” He hugged Seras, getting blood on him as he dialed 411. “Can you connect me to the Vampire Church? It’s an emergency!” The blood made Damian hungry. But he couldn’t eat Seras. “It’s going to be all right.” He said knowing in his heart that this wasn’t normal and Seras might not really be alright.
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Post by seras alcaste on Dec 8, 2011 0:52:04 GMT -5
seras could barley make out the faint figure of Damian's body as he neares her, almost cautiously. His voice eas soothing and despite blood pouring out of every orfice of her body, the dhampir could hear it plain as day. It helped her immensly, more than the were tiger could ever comprehend. When Damian held her in his strong arms, already the bleeding began to slow down. The smaller scars of hers healed up as if they had never again made themselves visible. It was surely a strange phenomenon. But Seras was a timid girl, her vampiric healing often controlled too far by her will.
Seras closed her eyes tight and inhaled, taking in Damian's scent. He still wreaked of sweat and the musk any man would smell of after such raunchy activities. But it turned her on. To know that she was the one he chose to do such things with made her happy. Sure she was far from his first and in the back of his mind she'd always know. She wouldn't be his last, but Seras was like any other girl in denial. The dhampir was incredibly smitten with Damian and longed to be his.
"Please... Don't call anyone... Please..." Seras whimpered. " don't go anywhere... Don't leave me..." the girl held onto Damian tighter than any human ever could, unaware she may be causing him some discomfort or at the very least surprise with her strength.
As the two sat in the corner of the room, the stench of blood filled Seras' nostrils. Although the colour returned to her eyes, if they were open Damian would realize they were more vampiric than ever. Her fangs grew long and sharp, unable to hide behind her lips no more as they stuck out with an almost exotic and cute accent to her demeanor. Still, Seras stayed in Damian's arms and vowed never to cause him harm as a vampire no matter how much will power it would take. She caught her breath after coughing a bit and there was such a magnificent, yet somehow still a bit sad, smile across her perfect lips. Seras was the kind of girl boys always wanted to kiss to see if she tasted as good as she looked, only to find out she'd be better.
Her bleeding stopped and her scars one again gone from view, Seras took a deep breath and held back tears. She gently took the phone from Damian and sat it down beside them, as she scooted closer to him and burried her face in his chest.
"please, sir" Seras began to whimper and beg him. " make me yours. Don't throw me away. I'll do anything you like. Honest! You can do anything to me. You dont even have to ask! I promise I'll be heaps good!"
There was an awkward pause, which depressed the dhampir more than anything, but she was ever so determined and decided to be frank and truthful with him. Seras held him very tight and whispered. "i just... I wish .. I can feel you inside me... forever..."
Determined, Seras picked up her shirt that had been lying on the floor not far away and whiped herself off as much as possible. She used the wall for support and stood slowly on weak, trembling legs.
"I'm sorry... Please dont hate me. " Seras had tears in her eyes and shamfully showed him her arms and legs and how moments before she was riddled woth wounds and already they healed. The dhampir the grew red and timid as she showed Damian between her legs. Spreading her pretty little lips, there again was an intact hymen. Was the girl a virgin afterall?
"I'm heaps sorry... I... I cant get loose.. Never..." Seras looked away in shame and held her arms across her body to cover her bare breasts and closed her legs. Of course the self destructive girl never would realize in truth or admit that her body was any man's dream. And all she wanted was to be Damian's slave. To be given attention, even if that meant being abused, objectified, and treated with no respect or decency in the least. Seras would force herself to enjoy it all. Her warped mind would accept any torment Damian could put her through as affection from her master. He could keep her locked away in a closet, only letting her out for sex, and Seras would never say one negative thing about her predicament. She wanted so bad for him to love her, the girl would give up her eternal life to simply pleasuring the were-tiger. It had been so long for Seras, and the dhampir despised herself so greatly, her damaged psyche forgot everything she'd ever known about truthfully caring and loving someone. In her mind, a pathetic creature like herself was obligated to live beneath someone as a slave. Thankfully for Damian, Seras was a wonder in bed, could heal from any injuries he'd inflict upon her, and the more she came the greater her sex drive always grew. It was impossible to wear her out in bed unless she had a stake put through her heart.
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