Khira Chronicles - The reveal of the fallen (part 1)

If there was something that Khira had learned well during her years among vampires was not to trust them and to reveal the full extent of her abilities.
Their ignorance proved to be a powerful weapon if needed, it sure helped her escape to meet the Bojangles pack years ago.
She was just sitting at the local pub when the courier delivered Zephyr's invitation to break fast with him, he assured her of a very amiable vintage meal that she would surely enjoy, but more than offering a quality meal, he offered information on her mother's whereabouts.


"If he knew something, why didn't her say so when introduced to me? Maybe he didn't want the queen or Frederick to hear..."
"Did you say anything love?" Asked the scruffy old hag that tended the bar, she seemed to incorporate every concept of old wicked witch into one human, or not, vessel.
"Just talking to myself Ma'am."


She grumbled something Khira did not understand and resumed to what to seemed an "Morticia Addams" method of cleaning. The rag she used to scrub the counter must have been as old as her and it the true antithesis of clean.
Khira tried to ignore the fact that her bare arms were laying on the counter that must had been cleaned by that rag and returned to her rationalizations.


If her instinct was correct, Zephyr had something up his sleeve and the fact that he was an Elder so far away from the official Lamia court did not help her suspicions. He was up to something and by agreeing to meet him, she might be placing herself deliberately in danger.


"What's life without a little danger?" She said loudly before running her tongue over her fangs. "Might as well enjoy the meal and who knows? I may be wrong..."
"What?" The old witch yelled back to her.
"Nothing Ma'am, here is my expense." She got up and headed to find Zephyr's place of residence.


The old witch cursed and muttered to herself while watching Khira leave. "Damned young people, no manners..."


Khira didn't take long to find the location described in the message, she pondered for a few seconds if she should maybe warn Frederick of where she was but then she started remembering all his clingy attitude and quickly decided that it was better to depend only on her own as she had been taught.


Before she could knock on the door, it squeaked and opened for her revealing a very pleased vampire on the other side. He had a traditional japanese robe, the lantern Hakama, and his silvery hair was neatly pulled back in a high ponytail.


"Welcome, young one. Please do come in." The pointed with his arms the direction she should follow and she entered calmly, trying to take in as much information as possible about the place she had just entered. 


For a lion's lair, it looks quite fashionable. Let's just hope I don't become the lamb...


Zephyr lead her through the hallway until he reached a small living room, with a very cosy feel. The three sofas that populated the space looked extremely comfortable and the matching pillows added a welcoming feel to the room. It was anything but what she expected to find in the house of an Elder, stone walls and hard wood benches would me so much more in time with the owner, but she also guessed that for him to survive for so many centuries, at least she guessed that it would be his age, would have adapted to more current trends but still she was expecting the cliché. 


If she couldn't follow the preconceptions and common notions about the old ones, then she really was about to enter total unknown territory with Zephyr. The monarchs of the Lamia were old and powerful but the Elders were in a totally different category of power and might.


"Please do sit down Khira." 


She picked a long sofa across from where he was standing and sat down crossing her legs, she would play cool and relaxed until need of other stance. 


"So, this information you claimed to have, sir, will you be willing to share it now that I am in your presence?"
"Ah... the haste of youth... All in good time, dear Khira. Shall we not feed first?" He pushed a small button that had remained unnoticed by her until then and shortly after a maid entered with a child no older than 5 years in front of her and carrying an elegant decanter that resembled an hourglass filled with a rich dark colour in her hands.


"Do you like yours straight from the source? Or perhaps a bit more fresh?"

Longings and Loathings - Chapter 8

Martha entered the dark room enveloped in her velvet dark cape, her mask was nicely secured over her eyes and she was feeling confident no one would ever recognize her or that anyone she knew would ever be in such a place. She felt her insides agitate a little to her last thought.

Honestly?
Who would ever in their perfect sense imagine good old Martha in there too? Appearances are so delusive.


She steadily walked to the cabinet where the numbers were placed and looked for the room key where her partner for the evening would be. The organization guaranteed a perfect match to each of the participants and she admitted to herself to be more than a little curious.


They also provided all the accessories required in closed boxes to assure the participants of the hygiene and clean policy they had. They also made sure that once you signed in before your membership was approved that you would deliver relevant blood work every six months.

She held her key between her fingers and followed the indications of the staff to where she would find the room. She recalled how she had decided to adventure herself into a secret club and how much she found that there was a meaner person inside of her, no just plain-jane Martha like everyone assumed when they looked at her.

She reached the door and entered the room. She was still alone and relief cursed through her body, she still had time to get to know the space and the imagine the possibilities before having a pair of eyes on her expecting her to know everything and control everything out of the blue. 

Experimentation is always required before one can reach perfection, she thought.

She entered the bathroom and removed her cape, leaving her in a leather body and high boots. The black lace mask remained on her face as well as her lace fingerless gloves. After a few moments she heard the door open and close, she took a deep breath and went to meet her slave for the night.

At the sound of her heels he snapped into position and knelt into a beautiful Nadu in front of her. His back perfectly straight with his stomach in, his palms were resting on top of his knees facing up, revealing that he was waiting. His eyes didn't leave the ground and she knew right there that he was a very well trained specimen. 

"Boy, you are going to obey my every wish. I do not wish to know your limits, you will have to rely on my better judgement. Understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

She moved around the room and pickup up a flogger. She moved intently to him and kissed his skin with her new found toy.

"Address me as Ma'am, I have not taken you as mine to have you address me as mistress. You are not worthy of being under my care."

"Yes Miss."

She took a moment to assess her character and moved to face the boy toy kneeling on the floor. She placed her fingers under his chin and raised his face towards her so she could get a good long look of what she had for the evening. She tried to recall the signals advised and gestured for him to move to the four pole bed and sit.

She went behind him trying to keep her composure and neatly tied his hands behind his back. After making sure the rope was secure, she guided him to lay back.

"Do you think you impress me with your Nadu and your silence? You are just another worthless wanker that wanders about." 

To this the pretty boy reacted by trying to move from the bed and leave, she moved to take hold of his sack and tightened her grip on it while ordering him.

"Down!" His body stiffened to her command and lowering his eyes again he laid back on the bed. She restrained his feet on the bed poles and moved to get some clamps. "You are going anywhere. Now shall we see how you react to pain?" She saw him attempting to control himself, trying to stay as still as possible.

"Poor you... scared now?" She held up a leather string so that he could see and began to tie his balls shortly after. She tied them tight, placing each testi apart. He was in pain, she could tell and the fact that he seemed to calm only roused her more to test his boundaries. She placed each clamp on the length of his member, stretching the skin on both sides. Once she was satisfied with the visual effect, she climbed on the bed and sat on his face. "Eat me boy."

He used his tongue with skill and technique. It was clear to her that he was used to these scenarios and that he had been very well trained. After a few moments her mind stopped rambling and all she felt was his lips and tongue building up to her orgasm.

After she was fully satisfied, she climbed down and kissed his lips feeling her own taste on his skin. She removed the clamps from the now fully hard member and released his hands. She sat down on nearby chair and ordered him to tease himself and climax. From there she watched as he enjoyed the feel of her eyes on him, the feel of his hand stroking the twitching member.

Before he was finished recovering from the spams of his body, she put on her cape and left the room leaving him wide eyed watching her leave without a word. As the door closed behind her, she heard is shaky voice.

"Thank you Miss."

On her way home she reflected on the night. Sure she had her pleasure but she did not have fun as she expected. He was a fine man, sexy and good looking but he was too tame for her. He did not struggle as she wanted, she did not have the chance to show him her superiority as he did not put up a fight. 

She looked at the club's card one more time and tossed it into the fireplace where the flames devilishly were eating away the wood. It was not what she expected. She took a hot bath and was preparing to sleep as the phone ringed.

"Hello?"

"Ms Travis, this is Ryan from the office. I wonder if I could stop by and give you the prints you requested earlier."

"I'm sure it can wait for tomorrow Ryan."

"But you told me to get them ready as soon as possible. I haven't even gone home yet to have them ready."

"Be careful with that tone, boy..." 

"I will be there to deliver your stupid prints in 10 minutes." Then he hang up.

"That brat!" She tried to calm down from his insolence, considering to just fire him for the behavior.

She looked at the burning flames for a moment in silence and an idea dawned on her. A wicked smile crept to her lips as the door bell rang.

"Martha, Martha... You wanted a rebel, I guess I get to have my wish for the evening after all..." She said to herself as she moved like a feline to the door, already imagining the feel of leather rubbing against her as she rode him.

Khira Chronicles - Requiem

How long has it been....

The sore muscles of her weakening body burned. She tried once again to release herself from her restraints but the silver chains that held her must be enchanted.
Those damned wolves were waiting for her, she had been betrayed. The real question was by who?

When she reached the woods near the Forgotten Forest, a pack of wolves took her as prisoner and tortured her for days, even though she claimed to be just a traveller. It only made it worst.
Her memory started to fail after months of torture... She remembered only the bleeds and the burns...
The silence cut only by their mocking howls and Eleannor's screams and hisses.

I hear the sound of something dripping...
I'm being bled again...

The sound of approaching footsteps forced her to open her eyes. Her lids felt heavy and her vision blurry. Before her was Raven, the one that seemed to be the leader of her captors.

"Lady Eleannor, I can't help but to thank you for your precious contribution. We had never laid our hands in such pure elder blood." she grinned maliciously and poked Eleannor's right thigh with a burning red poker. "It's such a shame that you are becoming so weak... Maybe I should get you something to eat..."

Raven stroke her face violently and laughed hysterically.

"Soon enough, all of your disgusting and murdering familiars and kindred will fall. Thanks to your precious blood, you will all meet your doom."

She started howling then, soon all the others joined the deadly song, the song for the dead.

The song of my death...

The moon was full and soon Raven and her pack turned, running into the wild hunting and procreating.

Peace for now... She thought before hearing another noise. Her hurting eyes tried to inspect the rotten warehouse they trapped her in, she was too weak to focus, her throat burning with the thirst.
Then he came into view...

It can not be...

"Eleannor, dear... It has been so long..."
"Frederick? Is that you?"

He moved quickly to her and released her restraints. He picked her up and carried her in his arms away from the putrid confinement she was in. He caressed her burned cheek and whispered against her forehead.

"Some of these will not heal, beautiful."
It was the last thing she mumbled before fainting.

"I know..."

Khira Chronicles - The passion of Frederick

To live the afterlife waiting for her was unbearable but to long for her daughter also was driving him mad. Their resemblance sent shivers down his spine and made his longing even harder to contain.
She had never loved him, she always used him to keep boredom at bay during her mission he now realised...
But the warmth and the passion were real, it must have been.

He laid on his chambers and looked up to the ceiling recalling her intimate touch and their exchange of blood.
The way she soothed him was beyond words...The wet trail of her tongue, the feel of her skin against his...
The sound of her voice and the taste of her...

To have tasted her and to have lost her was too much and now, Khira.
So much like her mother... Much more than she was willing to admit or maybe she didn't know better.
But then again he knew how cold and cruel Eleannor could be and Khira didn't seem the killer vampire her royal blooded mother was...

Khira sounded young, untouched... he felt his own blood boil of just trying imagine if she had any of her mother's skills in the sensual arts.
"I'd love to taste her..." he exclaimed out loud.
"Frederick, did you say anything?"
"My dear Morgan, I was just thinking out loud. Rest my child."

It would be much simpler for him to simply love his child, his Morgan, but to him she was as his own daughter.
Eleannor wanted to simply discard her after torturing and feeding of her, but he couldn't bring himself to simply abandon the poor girl.
"That's only sign of your weakness and why you can not even be my lover outside court, Frederick" She told him before she left the city.

"Zephyr came looking for the newcomer today"
"What did he want?" He turned to face Morgan with fiery eyes and a raging expression.
"He wanted to invite the girl to break her fast with him tomorrow evening." she said with a sigh and shrug.

He would not lose another Bloody Clan woman. If Eleannor was his drug, Khira was his salvation and he would not let go of her so easily... Especially to Zephyr, she would not become just another trophy in his collection.

"Morgan, if someone comes looking for me simply tell them I am hunting..." He paced back and forth restlessly and proceeded "If Khira comes by tell her, I'll get her want she is looking for and to avoid Zephyr."
"Yes, Father" she shrugged while looking hungrily over the balcony to a innocent girl that strolled alone under the moonlight. She licked her fangs and kissed Frederick on the cheek before jumping into the night.

"Time to find an old friend..."

Longings and Loathings - Chapter 3 (conclusion)

She sits on the rented room, waiting for his arrival.

She checks her watch and shakes her head slightly with a mischievous smirk on her lips.
"Such a bad boy... leaving me here waiting..."
She stands up from her couch and walks around the room until she comes to a stop by the window.


"Hummm, well hello..." she says without turning her gaze from the window.
"Hello Miss... I came ready for you..."



He removes the duster he was wearing to reveal his naked body with nothing else but a full body harness on.
She smiles obviously pleased by the contraption he chose to wear.


"I can see that..."
"Shall I kneel? You look delicious."

She sits back on the couch and crosses her legs seductively, laying her hands on her knees.


"Thank you. Yes, kneel close to me."
He lowers his head and approaches her, kneeling down at her feet."Miss, as you wish"

She runs her hand over his hair smiling "Were you a good boy on your absence?"
"Yes Miss", he replies with a devilish grin on his face.


She leans forward, letting him see her breasts through her keyhole dress and grabs his hair steadily.
"You were very bad... leaving me all alone all this time...", she leans closer and kisses him hard biting his lower lip before sitting back again, leaning comfortably against the couch.
He releases a small moan of pain and desire to her hold and murmurs " Uughh, yes Miss. Please forgive me... Let me make it up to you somehow."


She takes hold of his hair once again and pulls him closer, bringing his lips close to hers without allowing them to touch. The proximity of their bodies, clearly making his arousal grow, her control teasing him as his heart pounds harder within his chest and his cock starts to throb from the perfect view of her breasts and her scent.


"And what would you suggest George? How will you make it up to me?"

She slides from her couch and sits on top of his legs, letting his now erect cock brush her inner thighs, with no panties separating it from her core, briefly touching it before adjusting her hips and rising to her feet again.

"You are an awful tease... Come."
He stands up to follow her and suddenly feels the burn of her slap across his face.



"I didn't say you can stand up, George. Why do you inflict punishment upon you when I want nothing else but obedience and respect?"
He lowers his eyes to floor and starts crawling to her feet.
"Forgive me Miss."
She caresses his head and pats his shoulder before moving to the special bedroom that awaits them.
As they enter, she leads him to one corner and places the chains on his wrists, leaving him chained and spread against the across, his manhood exposed and vulnerable to her.
She takes a look around, taking in her surroundings and his showing desire growing before her eyes. He struggles weakly against the chains and cuffs that hold him as her evaluation of their accommodations proceeds, his heart pounding faster in anticipation.


"Quite a room, isn't it?"
"Yes, Miss."


She moves closer to him, the tip of her boots dangerously close to his member, she takes hold of his hair again, harder this time and pulls his lips to her.
"You were lying to me?..." She licks his lips with the tip of her tongue and pushes him back moving away from him, taping her flogger against her hand. He winces as she pulls his hair, looking into her eyes, moaning slightly he hisses through gritted teeth.


"Yes.... sorry Miss.... It won't happen again, I will behave in your absence"

He eyes the flogger nervously, not knowing what is punishment will be. She walks around the room, thinking, not allowing one single glance at him and then stops in front of the Saint Andrews cross, observing it with a wicked smile on her lips before moving back to George. He drops his eyes as soon as she approaches him, still struggling slightly against his cuffs as again he sees the flogger tapping against her palm. She smiles and asks softly "George dear... Do you want to touch me...?"


Without removing his gaze from the floor he answers her "Yes.... yes.. Miss..."

His blush spreading across his features with a little shame as his shaft swells at the thought, straining even more against his harness as the tip pushes against the ring that contains him. She moves to sit on a chair in front of him, spreading her legs she exposes her bare pussy and slides her fingers over her clitoris, sliding them over her labia, moaning softly while watching him closely. He doesn't dare to lift his eyes, but he hears the sounds of her, easing her fingers into her sex, the scent of her filling the air making his hips wind a little as his lust grows. She smiles pleased with him, pleased with his constraint to watch her.


"You do understand that I must punish your behaviour on my absence?"
He sighs, his body shaking a little."yes... yes... Miss... I do"


She moves her fingers over her sex and stands up moving slowly until reaching him, she places them in front of George, her juices shining on her fingers "Will you dry them for me?"
He lifts his head, watching her fingers, smiling broadly as he reaches his head forward, stretching his neck to wrap his lips hungrily around her fingers, cleaning her scented juices with his tongue swirling over them to make sure he gets every drop.
She moves closer to him, pressing her hips against him as he sucks on her fingers.
"Are they clean?"


She releases his chains and beckons him to stand up. He sighs and shakes his now free arms, letting them fall by his side before kneeling and allowing himself a look at her for the first time.
"Follow me..." she says then pointing to the cross. He follows as ordered and as standing before it, he stares and waits for her command. The look of devotion on his face makes her feel even more aroused, feeling herself drip as she runs her nails down his neck and motions for him to take his place.


He stands up against the cross, lifting his arms and laying against the pad, ready for her to link his cuffs to it.

As soon as he is ready, she applies a hard strike on his muscular ass, making him shiver from the pain. She rubs the red mark and strikes again. At each strike his shaft twitches, throbbing even harder.


They both rejoice in their roles, he knows the satisfaction he provides her with his servitude and she knows that for every bit of pain that she serves upon him is clearly surpassed by the affection that grew between them.

Their forbidden love, the constrained lust that fires their desires, making them more addicted to one another by each passing day.



"Did your punishment sufficed?" She asks as taking hold of his swollen member. His heart pounding against his chest.

"It is not my place to decide Miss"

She smiles pleased by his answer and presses her lips against his hungrily, tasting his mouth passionately as she begins to work on his deserved release...

Khira Chronicles - Eleannor's entrapment

"Franklin and Georgia, you know this is something that must be done... I do not wish to approach her after the order to terminate her life has been given"
"But, Eleannor, darling..." Georgia said while looking at her nails with profound admiration "You didn't even know that she lived, or at least you were not sure..." She smiled staring now at her with that feral eyes, showing her craving for blood was high and her murderer instincts wanted to hunt.
"I had the sense, but never acted on it", trusts her hands to circle her neck, an action that for the common mortal would have meant suffocation but that for Georgia, it might mean decapitation "Don't mock me Georgia, I am still your superior and your acid comments will not favour you"

Eleannor had only dicovered recently that Khira did not past as expected and now associated with wolves, she could become a liability unless she could bring her to Court and teach her the ways of the Elders.
She has already a name for herself, the Sculptress... But I am still Eleannor, the Bloody and she will bow down to me.  

"El dear..." Franklin spoke in his languid way, his words smooth as velvet "What will your husband make of your sudden departure?" He smiles viciously and laid down on the sofa, caressing his bare chest before making a vertical cut which wasn't long until Georgia attended it with her tongue.
Franklin, don't patronize me... He will have to accept it. I leave when I want to, we are no longer humans. In our kind, men never had much of a saying, especially after Saeya took over the Elder council."

"I'm just concerned that he may take it personally...." He stands up and moves to Eleannor, so quickly that the normal eye would not catch a glimpse of his movement. He runs his finger seductively across her neck and licks her neck line up until her ear "You refuse to give him offspring but you go after your long lost child..."
Just as fast as he moved, she grabs his arms and tosses him back on the sofa and lays on top of him with her fangs fully extended, brushing his neck.


"Franklin, Franklin... For someone who lives of his lovers, you don't value your body much do you...." She bites down his neck and feels the rush of blood pour into her mouth. When she stops, Franklin's arousal is obvious and the image of Eleannor licking the remaining drops of his blood of her lips, makes it throb even harder. "My lover... These matters do not concern you..." She pulls on his wavy brown hair to bring his lips to her, where she whispers "Pleasure me Franklin... I have a long journey ahead."
Without hesitation Franklin obliges, tearing apart her silk gown he starts to kiss down her stomach, while Georgia watches them with angry eyes and vengeance on her mind.
"Leave!!" Eleannor growls at her as Franklin starts to reach her core.

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"Lady Eleannor will leave tomorrow night after sunset..."
"Good, I'll make all the arrangements... If we are sucessful, we get rid of both of them and then there is only the husband to take care of."
She grabs his arm hard before letting him turn away "Make her suffer..."
He releases himself pulling his arm free and walks into the night laughing creepily.

Longings and Loathings - Chapter 3

Her life was good enough, but she always had the feeling that something was missing; something that could not be completely pleased with her innocent boyfriend, something that society had a problem with, a taboo.

She always had the urge to experiment, to push her boundaries, to try to dominate the other sex and experience pleasure through her partners constraint and submission to her female might.

So she looked for the chance to fulfill her fantasies without compromising her relationship or her image to the real world. She surfed the web and successfully found someone to share her kinks online.

She would go about her daily routine as usual and as soon as she got out of her Job, she would lead herself to the cyber cafe where she could let herself loose and relax.

“The online sea”, the cafe she attended regularly was prepared for people like her. Instead of side to side tables, they invested in small rooms fully prepared with a web-cam, headset, a desk with a computer and a small bed.

She had heard that the owner got the idea in one of his trips to Japan, where places like that were quite common.

She logged on in to the website where she usually found suitable and willing toy-boys and check her messages.

Bingo, she thought seeing one message that particularly caught her eye.

She promptly replied to Sub_Jack35, his online name, hopping to catch him online. Luck was on her side and as soon as she hit send, the call signal began to flash on her screen.

He had a warm voice, with a sexy roughness that made her body react instantly as he introduced himself and asked about her limits and explained his.

This was standard procedure between BDSM partners before engaging in any activity. They go far on their fantasies but often have their own limits as well. His were humiliation, no strap-on, which didn’t surprise her as most males excluding gay men, that don’t actually need them, did enjoy being penetrated. He also didn’t enjoy to be peed on or to have droppings on him, which she fully abided by.

Limits presented, they moved on to another typical step. She took her USB drive from her purse and asked if he would like some vanilla photos, which didn’t decline and followed in sharing his.

Both were pleasantly surprised by what they saw and shortly after the teasing and provoking talk began.

She led him through the pains and pleasures until both of them were satiated and both moved on to their other life.

She went home to her boyfriend and made love to him with Sub_Jack35 still on her mind. Recalling her moments with him, she climaxed hard and fast, barely noticing who she was with.

In the middle of the night she woke up still aroused by the whole experience  and after double-checking if her boyfriend was asleep, she went to her laptop and logged on to the website, holding her breath as she checked her messages.

And there it was waiting for her…

(To be continued)

Khira Chronicles - Beginnings

"I can see it's not going to be that easy to find her" she scratches her head gently tucking the locks of her hair behind her ears.

When Khira decided to go after her mother, she had no idea whatsoever of what she was going to find. Would her mother even recognize her? Probably so, but would she welcome her? Probably not, not after what she went through after looking for her herself, and probably not after seeing Khira chose the wolves over her at that time.

But what was to be expected from her after being abandoned by her mother...

Khira was a baby when she was delivered to an orphanage, her mother was dead and so the hospital placed her in a state facility. She grew up to meet the same destiny that came to her mother, she died... and then came back.

Apparently, or so Bogart told her, she must have caught some of the blood change during the birth that caused her to be reborn after dieing in an car accident. Her first times were brutal and bloody, just like it is for all members of her Undead family as she came to know later.

When the Elders became aware of the existence of a stray child, she was hunted and that's when she discovered that she did have a certain talent for sculpting flesh,and set about perfecting her craft. She gained a reputation due to her particular craft, the Sculptress, the Elders and the Royal House clans called her.
Eventually, an older vampire got hold of her and left her to die a second time however it was then that her vampire classical story ended... and not in ashes.

Once the old vampire left her, the scent of blood caught the attention of a wolf and in this state of near death she was welcomed by a pack. In their care, she learned about herself and about principles no one had ever bothered to teach her. She learned about unity and family with them and at the same time gained much of the hatred they had for her own kind.

So, you see when Eleannor, her mother, came looking for her it wasn't a warm welcome that was expecting her. The wars between the wolves and vampires have existed for centuries and although Khira was an exception, a bastard daughter of a Royal Vampire house like her mother was not as happily welcomed. She was treated as a spy, tortured and bled. Eventually she got away, Khira never fully understood how but she did.

Ironically, the time came for the reverse to happen - Khira in search of her mother. The differences between the wolves and her grew more and more as years gone by and her needs as a vampire separated them.
Bogart, the wolf that rescued her that night, told her she must claim her heritage and learn the extent of her power. He send her off with a hug and she felt alone again...

After a few months she made it to a city run by an Elder woman of no Royal blood, she heard of her poise and ruling and became curious. It happened that her instinct guided her correctly, her mother had been there not long before she arrived. She met a strange vampire there.

He claimed to have loved her mother and that she never returned her feelings for him although she shared her bed with him, but he didn't seem very reasonable...
Soon after discussing her mother, he started to sweet-talk her and it became obvious to Khira that this Frederick clearly had some unfinished business with her mother and was trying to project it on to her.
Fool...

-image: Young Vampire - Vieux River - Uberwald by Fayte Devious - Glimpses of Discworld - An Assassin's Perspective

Longings and loathings - Chapter 1

She was there for the same reasons of every time she returned to that place - Release

Her routine and lack of time for herself often hit a peak and she turned to Aidan in those moments. His youth was alluring and refreshing, it gave her chills just to think of him.

He was so unlike any other older men, men that would be proper for her, men that all her friends over 30 would advise.Men with a career, ambition and that could and would provide her stability and comfort, or she would say summed up in one word - Boring
So, as a regular Friday night she waited at the bar for him to arrive.

To him, that old cougar was a fantasy coming true. No strings attached just plain, hot sex. Plain, not a chance. She would engage in anything he put her through, submissive and yet so dominant a true feline female trapped inside that delicious body.Young women were all so shallow, easy. His looks always made it easy for him but where was the challenge that made his blood run and pump through his groin.
His friends mocked him but if only they knew... 

He was into her as she was into him.
All things considered, they got around fine twice a month in an hotel suite, three times a month if he got lucky. What got them together after all was the same condition, boredom.

She got here straight from work today, he thought taking in her gray pencil skirt with the neatly ironed silk shirt tucked in, showing off her curves just enough to make him his mouth watering.
The high stilettos and the fishnets were just added tease to his vision.
He looked casual yet sexy, his manly stroll making their proximity increase in each step.

"You look good tonight, casual with a hint of street z "- she gave him an approving naughty smile than lingered on her lips as she really took his essence in.

"My friends have been calling me a stylish gangsta" - he retorted with a cocky grin while pulling his shirt collar up.

"I like it, it looks good on you"

"Wait until you see more of me..." he added placing a fallen lock behind her hear.

It was as simple as that for them, when he left the bar she followed or sometimes he would follow.

The place was always the same, ready and waiting.

"You are so beautiful..."

"You are...", before she finished he took her smooth lips to his in a passionate kiss.

"Sorry, just had to kiss you"

She smiles and returns his kiss gently biting his lower lip, pulling it slightly between her teeth.

"Hmmm, you know I love that"

Leah slides her hands down his body, moving closer, grinding against him slowly. "I love your kisses..."

He unbuttons her shirt slowly and begins kissing down her chest, sliding her outfit off her shoulders and pulling it down until it is completely off. She then presses her hand against his groin breathless as her skirt follows her shirt to the floor.

"Oh Aidan, Aidan... You've got this power over me...", she moves her hands skillfully over his body to release him from his attire. As it falls on the ground her hands turn to his chest, caressing him, reaching for his neck to pull him closer to her once again. "You just... the simple sight or sound of you, make me want to do this crazy things...

Aidan slowly begins to slide his fingers inside her panties making her shiver under his touch but she doesn't let him uncared for and starts moving her hands down again feeling the swelling cock against her palm.

"Look how you got me babe...", he murmurs as he takes her in her arms and lays her down on the floor, kissing down her body until reaching his favorite spot to kiss. He slides his tongue up and down her core, tasting every inch of her as her soft moans begin to fill the room, his tongue causing her oversensitive pussy milk and send shivers over her.

As he slides his tongue deeper inside she mumbles between breaths "You spoil me..."

"You're so yummy baby...", she digs her hands on his hair pulling him up to reach her lips, "Let me..." but instead of letting her face his hard shaft, he swiftly turns her head down to reach him while he continues to drink from her.
Leah concentrates on his long hard cock, sinking her mouth down its length as he moves his hands to her butt, squeezing it tightly and parting it to get his tongue deep inside her wet folds. His tongue caressing her pussy as she sucks and thrusts herself down on him, matching his pace as much as she cans before starting to devour his tasty shaft. She sucks him greedily, speeding her pace while her hand cups his balls gently and his tongue runs her over, her juices pouring over her face.

"It feels to good... I want you inside me... I want all of you."
With hesitation he answers her request by laying her on her back to penetrate her.
"I almost forgot how tight and yummy your pussy is..."
Leah moans loudly in every thrust, feeling him pounding into her, she tightens herself a little more, pressing his cock as it slides in and out of her.
He kisses and sucks on her neck leaving a red mark behind as he grabs her hip and pushes deep inside her. She moves to his pace, losing herself in his musky scent, the feel of him making her his to do as he pleases.
He begins thrusting harder into her, feeling himself hit bottom making her shiver to each pound of his cock, feeling him so deep that it feels like he's ripping her apart, she screams in pleasure at his intensity breathing heavily.


"Yes baby...", he pulls out slowly sitting on the bedside inviting her to climb on top with a gesture, in invite she gladly accepts. She starts riding him fast and hard, digging her nails down his back as she presses against him, feeling him kisses her breasts as she rides and push up againts her as she moves him inside of her.
Leah feels the perspiration running down her back, her whole body focused on his pleasure, she moves restlessly as her mouth closes him on his, kissing him with such hunger. She moans louder and holds him tighter, moving down on his cock hard, taking it deeper. "I'm starting to lose it Aidan..."
"Damn... You're going to make me climax baby"

 Aidan turns her over and begins to push against that cute butt pressing deep and moving his hand across her back to pull back on her hair as he gives it to her.
 Leah presses herself against him leaning her head back as he holds her firmly, the pain and pleasure entwined making her release an animalistic growl deep down her throat. "It's close, I'm going to..." she mutters between her moaning.
"Yes..."
"Oh fuck.. Harder... HARDER!"
 He pulls back harder with one hand and spanks her with the other,  thrusting even harder against her making her scream in pleasure "More!"

Aidan spanks her griping and squeezing her butt as he comes down and pulls back up to spank her again, she moans loudly, moving her hips against him in a silent plea. "Damn baby"
"You fuck me good..."
She starts losing all of her control, circulating her hips at his thrust, thrusting herself hard against him, her whole body trembles and shivers, the accumulating tension reaching its limit.
Aidan stops spanking her and reaches under to rub her clitoris as he pounds into her, Leah feels it coming in waves at the touch of his fingers on the sensitive clit, she loses herself and begins to collapse under a earthshaking orgasm. He feels her juices flow and then presses deep inside her and climaxes inside her, tilting his head back from the pleasure.

"Damn baby", he exclaims as she moves against him in pure ecstasy, feeling the pleasure numb every inch of her skin as she collapses on the bed below him. "Damn baby, you're so naughty"
"And you're the one I like to get naughty with", she retorts with a smile on her lips.
"I'll be looking forward to seeing more of you babe"
"Well Aidan... that depends..."
"On what?"
"On how good you keep making me orgasm", she replies leaning against him to bite his lower lip. A wicked look crosses his eyes as he starts rubbing her clitoris with his fingers, sending shivers through her body again. "Is that so? You know I love pleasing you and I'll damn right will keep you wet and hot for me."
"You bad boy..." she lazily stretches her arms. "I need to go... It's late..."
"Ok baby."
"I'll sure sleep well tonight"
He turns sideways staring at her body "I should be able to come tomorrow..."
"I'm not sure if I can make it tomorrow, but I'll call you.", she pauses and then smiles."Besides you need time for your other girls"
"I don't have any so don't start with that."
"I'm not starting anything, just don't think I'm naive. I don't mind Aidan, who am I to judge?"
He shrugs and looks her in the eye. "Well... just saying I don't"
"OK, I believe you then...", Leah leans in and kisses you deeply and passionately before leaving their suite.