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Post by rhianmorgan on Aug 13, 2009 20:20:43 GMT -6
The nod permitted the feed, and so without hesitation she swooped. Crimson lips kissing gently the ulnar artery, before two pinprick teeth severed through the cold flesh and tasted the sweet oblivion that awaited her. Blood like seething cinnamon and musk filled her mouth. A heady concoction, stronger than anything she had tasted. More intoxicating than wine, or enthralling than any drug.
Her feeding was unrestrained and the sublime taste of his blood immediately affected her. Its power seething through her body in a torrid and unstoppable wave. Tiny shivers of pleasure coursed down her spine, that could of brought her to climax once more. But the red mist that filled her mind, made her delirious in a sea of ecstasy.
More! More! More! Her body demanded. And she would not relent.
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Post by orson on Aug 13, 2009 22:07:13 GMT -6
Orson could feel it as he felt Rhian shivering while feeding from him. He held out his arm, still letting her have access to the blood within it. He qould not make her stop until he felt it had been enough blood for him to lose. But, in his age, it became easier for him to lose blood, and live without it for periods of time.
(OOC: Sorry, crap post ><)
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Post by rhianmorgan on Aug 20, 2009 8:45:22 GMT -6
The power of his blood tore through her, lightening filling her veins, the smell of him invading her, making her drunk. Blood-warm, his darkness folded around her, and Rhian shuddered with her lips still clasped to his wrist. Her entire body arched toward him.
The smoke and spice of Orsons blood filled her mouth. Rhian gasped for air, for as if she needed it, swallowed, choking on the scorching hot liquid, feeling his power wrap around the both of them. Rhian was too far gone to think, nothing but a welter of sensation, her throat burning, eyes closed, absorbing his power and burning her all the way down to the bone. If she had a heartbeat it would be exploding by now. It was like dying all over again, being held in his embrace while the power tore through her, remade her, and finally drove her into twilight.
Rhian drew herself back from his wrist after reaching her fill. She paused to shake some clarity back into her head. Then examined the new sensations flooding through her body.
She turned to Orson and knew his thoughts, just as he knew hers. Perhaps not as clearly or as astute, but she felt their union psychically.
“So this is what it’s like to be the great lord Bloodhound.” She smiled to him as she waved her hand, feeling its rejuvenated strength. Then walked naked to the ornate fireplace. Upon it, a vase filled with fresh flowers, began to move with the force of Rhian’s will, until the vase crashed to the floor, shattering and the flowers spilling across the marbled tiles. The carnations and roses, quickly withered within Rhian’s presence as her own abilities had been bolstered by her feed.
Beams of the rising morning sun were beginning to flood through the silk curtains. Having never set foot in sunlight for over 7 years, Rhian dared to walk out onto the veranda. The brisk dawn air greeted her naked flesh as she padded across the private garden. The sun on her skin felt glorious.
“You are lucky to be able to walk in the day my beloved. Though I treasure my darkness.” Rhian whispered, knowing he’d hear her. Briefly, she wondered how long his muted powers would remain in her system. It felt good. It felt like him.
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Post by orson on Aug 20, 2009 22:40:17 GMT -6
Orson continued to watch as she kept drinking from his wrist. He could nearly feel it as if a part of him was now inside of her. And not the part that had already been inside of her. As she pulled her mouth away from his arm, the pierced marking healed instantly. What had just happened was almost as if he had turned her.She had already been a vampire, but she had never fed from someone suc has him, and gain so much power.
He sat up, and continued to watch her as she walked over, and used her new found power to lift up a vase. He smirked to himself, knowing she was much stronger now. The new powers would be as strong as they were now for only a few short hours, but she would still have his power, just not as much of it as she did right now. No, that would take time.
He rose from the bed, and walked up behind her, while she was outside, talking about how he had been lucky to be able to walk in the sun. "My dear, you will be able to walk in the sun whever you please if you continue to be with me." He said, wrapping his arms around her waist.
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Post by rhianmorgan on Sept 7, 2009 21:25:38 GMT -6
"My dear, you will be able to walk in the sun whever you please if you continue to be with me." He said, wrapping his arms around her waist.
Rhian lingered in his embrace, allowing the feeling of the strength of his arms wrap around her. His words touching at her innermost desires.
She gazed across the garden. How the light affected the landscape. How the garden came alive with the chorus of birds and buzz of insects. She had not heard or seen this since her change, it aroused long lost memories within her. Memories of a old life she’d rather deny.
Disregarding her youthful recollections, Rhian turned back inside. Though the sunlight felt good on her skin and the garden was beautiful in the rays, it was still a little too bright, a little too reminisant. She darted for the mahogany desk, wrapping herself in one of the saffron shawls, and picking up her pack of tarot cards from the jewellery box.
“Come my love, let’s see what fate awaits us.” She smiled, a glimmer of light sparkled in her eyes. “Are you not curious?”
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