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 2

Days go by without any sense...


The feeling of an unaccomplished life takes its toll on me, imagining a more improved me, a more improved life, a more improved man or any man for what matters.


Every office day looking to the other perfect dolls while having to sit on my shell...
It's so easy to delude myself that eventually I manage to overcome every day.
It's quite easy to get a man for an evening of casual sex however one does start to long for something more and when I realize there is nothing more... well, I pull back.


- Coffee miss?


Would it be wrong if I really replied how went through my mind at that time? That lean muscular body would make wonders in my bed. But all I did was nod and watch that cute ass move away to a table full of under 20 girls.
What a waste...


Some days go better then the usual and eventually someone will sit at my table with a teasing smile and looks to kill. I have my defects but I'm attractive all the same and eventually I'll take someone home to pet for a while.


Once I even took a girl... Bad idea, all that got me was pestering notes and texts.


Last night I touched myself thinkin on how you got me worked up on our little rendez-vous the other day...


Those would be great, if they came from a man. Not that I didn't enjoy the little rendez-vous but I love to feel a swollen pulsating shaft inside me. Making my whole body shiver as it'd penetrate my core... the sound of flesh pounding flesh, his balls smacking my ass as he'd fuck me hard.

By the end of my thoughts I will probably end up alone in my bed touching myself but nevertheless I will have my release and my man-free orgasm.


But then... every now and then I forget all my unfulfilled desires and start to live up and whine less.
Just like it should be.

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.

Tiny message for those you take the time to read my babblings

I've said on my profile that I like to write stories of all kinds and shapes, some shorter than others, some lighter than others but mostly some purer than others.
I've decided to divide them in categories, if you follow my blog you noticed that I've divided the already published stories in two.
The Khira Chronicles, where you'll get to know one of my favorite characters named Khira Kiergarten that I've created during my RPG phase and What Hides in the Dark, where I try to challenge myself into creating fierce heroes and scary monsters out of everyday common, and sometimes, ridiculous situations.
Today, I will start one of the most shocking and outrageous category for those who actually know me personally - Longings and Loathings.
It will be the first time I'll make known my most explicit and bold stories considering their theme, human desires and sex.
I've already added a disclaimer when you access the blog, now you'll understand why.

I hope you like my stories and keep following me here. Do not be afraid to comment, it's your comments that help me developing my writing and I do love a good critic.

Happy reading,
                                   Sofia

Khira Chronicles - Lost and found

Khira comes up around the corner and notices the familiar face. She hesitates by seeing he is not alone and the feels their auras. After many considerations she approaches silently and waits in silence to be seen and recognized not disturbing the others. His eyes glow brighter as he looks at his dear friend.

 “My Khira, please approach and hug me.”

Queen Eunice glances back to Zephyr and recalls memories of numerous times when the elders have stood as one, the back bone of the Tapes strength, then looking to Frederick she replies absently not noticing the approaching girl.

“They are indeed,”  she looks out the corner of her eye to the stranger and watches her carefully closing in, looking her up and down sensing her nature and intentions. Khira stares with disdain at Frederick ignoring the Queen’s evaluation of her.

“I belong to no one but myself”

She frowns to him and turns to nod politely to the others present and speaking softly almost as a song. Frederick leans towards his Queen and speaks gallantly.

“If you’ll excuse me, Your Grace. May I introduce to you my friend Khira?”

“Pardon for my manners” Khira elegantly curtsies never losing eye contact or awareness of her surroundings as she does.

 Queen Eunice Tapes’ crystal eyes begin to change from their cold crystal form to that of a baby blue as she senses the stranger’s dark gift.

“Well good day to you Khira” She offers her hand to her, which she without hesitation takes to kiss the vassal ring.

Zephyr smiles at Frederick’s words and overdone movements but also in belief of his own abilities turn to observe the newcomer. His eyes flicker as he takes in Khira.

“Hmmm… A new face... It’s always good to see newcomers in the city”

He speaks slowly while extending his hand toward his face to flicker away a raven strand. Khira amused by the slight touch of madness that emanates from him smiles pleased.

“Sir you must confess what gave me away, if you please. It is, in fact, true, that I have only arrived two days ago.”

He nods grinning at her letting his fangs show slightly.

“These eyes of mine are ever watching the happening of this city. Your very presence is what gave you away. I hope you are finding things to your liking.”

Frederick feeling utterly ignored looks at Khira wondering if he has upset her in some way and starts to feel uncomfortable as her probes and feels the auras around, prospecting for more knowledge of those before her , she senses great power and refrains herself from her bitter humor. She nods in agreement to the Zephyr’s statement only adding a few words.

“I have found a long lost friend” she points to Frederick and gives him a tiny smile.

The Queen listens to Khira and Zephyr’s little interlude and feeling ignored decides to interrupt the happy gathering.

“Yes, Zephyr is right, there is little that goes on in this city of which we are not aware and our scouts and scholars notify us of any new presences within the city. So my dear, considering you have already met one of my Elders council and one of the fledglings, I must introduce myself, I am the Queen of the Tapes coven.”  With that Frederick moves to stand next to the Queen, adding proudly while looking deep into Khira’s eyes.

 “And I have sworn allegiance to the Queen.” His eyes start to dim as a wave of sadness overwhelms him at her indifference as she takes another deep bow to the Queen.

“A true honour to be standing in front of your eyes and to be worthy of your words” She raises herself once again. “I have come in search of my lost mother but I was already advised that she has departed in a mission. So now I stand here as a… tourist with no other purpose but sight seeing and being attacked by zombies.” She adds smiling.

 Eunice nods in understanding as Khira's words fall on her, images of her own past searching flashing before her eyes, only to be put to rest with the images of her own present strong family bond with her children of the night.

“Well we can't have you becoming zombie fodder now, can we? If you wish I can get Frederick to show you our humble home, there you will be very safe indeed.”

As the Queen finishes her invitation Frederick shivers and tenses waiting for Khira’s answer, watching her bowing again and nodding politely to her words. A stern look crosses her face but she accepts her offer.

“I’d be honored Milady. I intended to have a private word with Frederick, if you'll be so kind to allow.”

The Queen nods and then turns her attention back to Zephyr trying to recall their last words to one another. She calls him to her and whispers something to him before turning away. Khira can almost touch all the emanating power from them that all her skin tingles. In the corner of her eyes she sees Frederick stumble and reach out to the metal railings beside him trying to regain composure.

“Shall we?” She pronounces as she takes his side, her eyes inquiring about his fragility. He looks at her and asks softly.

“Have I upset you?”

Khira just shakes her head

“Then, why such a cold heart?”

Khira gets closer to him rubbing her forehead in his chest as an animal seeking petting.

“I do not enjoy any words that may claim possession.”

“My heart is still broken from missing your mother. I am not sure I can cope with it being hurt a second time. I much rather close my heart and freeze it in time and lock it away, then to be hurt again.” He looks at Khira not wanting to show any emotions.

“My words were not of possession but of love... Perhaps it is best that we…”

His voice trails off stopping him of proceeding as a wave of sorrow engulfs him. She looks deep into his eyes trying to read his thoughts and then holds his chin speaking solemnly.

“I will not ask for you to endure such pain, I will not claim or elude your heart as my mother did…” - She sighs and acquires a serious tone “And you must understand I am not her. I was raised by wolves; I see feelings as a sign of weakness until proven differently.”

“Very well Khira, so be it...Now if you’ll excuse me I have matters to attend.”

“Wait.” She calls as he starts to walk of, he then turns back to face her scorned look darkening his face. “I thought your priestess had given you a request to show me your quarters.” She looks at him cruelly with a dark smile starting to flourish.

“Indeed she did...It was a request not a command”

“Didn't you claim your liege to her? I believe that this is called disobedience. I will leave you but first listen to me just one more time.”

She sighs and proceeds slowly with her soul in her eyes.

“You barely know me and yet you claim love for me?” She smirks sadly. “If I stay with you with promises of love I will never know if it is because of my resemblance to her or true feelings for myself.”

She turns her back on him and adds before walking away.

“You do not know me enough to love me; you haven't tasted my blood yet…”

Frederick turns to walk off but collapses startling her. "And that would be only a drop...” she turns and sees him on the ground. She whispers to him, kneeling beside him.

"Are you OK?” slapping him gently to see if he regains his senses. His breathing is shallow and his skin is clammy but he tries to open his eyes.

"Khira… I am so…" he loses consciousness again

She throws her hands to the skies.

"Why the hell...” she lowers herself and places him on her back, walking slowly, carrying him on her back to the blood pool.

He crashes over the side and his lips suck on to the liquid as soon as she drops him slowly. She starts walking away as soon as he starts feeding.

"I am only half wolf, if I was a complete one, I’d have killed you myself"

Her words startle him and he looks up at her but remaining silent.

“Feelings make you weak... learn that “she walks away recalling the blood tears shed when her mother left and the teasing from other Lamia kids. With trembling voice she adds "I can't be weak when I have only me"

Frederick raises himself to his full height and calls out.

"Khira"

She turns slowly.

\“Don’t you understand? You are alone no longer. You have a family wanting to take you in and you have found me...A friend lost to me has been returned. I am not sure if I can remain in this city if I don't find peace here. You are a part of my life and I am not sure I can be whole again"

"I’ve been here for two days... how can I be the one to make you whole?!!" she yells "I am not my mother" and she runs fading into the darkness.

What Hides in the Dark - No simple life...

I always thought there must be a simple life somewhere but I was wrong…
Or at least not for everyone.
There's no easy way out for me, I think it's karmic… Kill some vamps and endure the karmic punishment of killing.
No one told me the "what goes around comes around" also applies when you kill evil beings.
Here we go again…
- Hey sucker, what a piece of me? I'm fresh and juicy.
Usually that's all it takes to lure them in, it's growing kind of boring of how easy it has become since my first killing.
I was so young... I still believe it was basic survival instinct and a lot of movies about vamps and luck… a lot of luck, my big guardian angel looking over me.
- Well… you want it or not? I can't wait all night… I'm sure there's more of you to slay tonight, I'm aiming for 5 tonight. What do you think?
Here we go, it was about time too. First step, dodge the charging body heading in your direction. Second step, use his momentum and physical traits against him. Third step, don't get hit in the stomach or face, somehow I always fail to remember that one. But hey, bonus points for bleeding and causing his frenzy.
This one is a big boy, I love when they try to put up a fight… Yes, I know. I
I've been beat up pretty badly a couple of times, but still my neck has no scars to compensate for the ones on my body. My own personal battle trophies.
- Angie, are you finishing him or what? Maybe you need my manly assistance, huh?
Yeah, right… Brad finishing him for me, that would be a first.
Brad is my… well… partner. His parents got killed by stepping accidentally into a nest. Lucky for him, I was around but it was way to late for his parents.
We keep each other company, train together, hunt together and well… sometimes we get lonely and take care of that together also.
- Brad, baby… Don't call me Angie.
Dodge that and stake. Done.
- Come on, you can buy me a beer before we head to the park. I've heard that there are some passionate vamp lovers attacking joggers together.
- Sure Angela. You know I can't let an opportunity to take a walk in the park with you pass.

What Hides in the Dark - The prowl

The music was making every glass in the room vibrating, the bodies swaying to the sound rentlessly, sweat dripping, heat emanating from every pore.
He stood there measuring his chances, watching all the women like an animal on the prowl.
The brunette... so hot... he thought before his gaze moved again resting on a busty red-haired specimen, his mouth watering instantly as he turned is back on the dancefloor, signaling the waitress for a refill.
 - So John, the usual?- she asked trying to disguise the repulsion on her voice as she felt his eyes lingering on her clevage.
 - Jessie, you always know what I want from you...- he swallows hard as he takes in her silloutte, doing nothing to hide his stare. Jessie prepares the Black Russian as swiftly as possible, takes hold of his expense card and takes note, moving on to the next customer trying to shake away the disgust of John's stare fixated on her ass.
 He holds the glass and takes a sip before returning to his voyeurism.
He puts on his gruesome smile and moves on to the dancefloor, salivating on the thought of all the "acidental" feels and gropes that will land on him. Just as he starts moving to the beat convinced of his skill a stunning blond moves in his direction. Ice cold blue eyes, slender figure in a tiny almost see-through red dress and spike heels, her gaze so intense he almost feels the to slap himself as she stops right in front of him and leans to nibble on his ear.
 - Hi John, I've been watching you... Why don't we get out of here? - She smiles wickedly and he's convinced instantly to follow the foxy female out the back door to the alley nearby. So confident in himself, assured by his ego that it's going to be a hard fuck, that she'll scream his name crying for more. His arousal taking over just by watching her lead the way when she suddenly disappears.
 - What the hell?!
He looks around and then slaps his own face twice thinking that maybe he had to much to drink, or maybe he was allucinating as result of his lack of sex and just then he hears it, a mocking laughter.
 - Who´s there? Is it you babe? C'mon, you didn't bring me here to play games, did you?
 - That's exactly why you came here... - the female pronounces before bursting in laughter again as she walks out of the shadows. - Come here sweet, I've got a treat for you. - She peels of her dress in front of him, like a sheddding skin, calling him to her. His cocky grin returns as he moves in her direction taking hold of her hair, motioning her to her knees.
 She starts bobbing her head making him lose focus, making think more of himself for getting such a hot woman to go down on him.
 - That's it bitch, take it all, you know you want it... - he starts gasping for air as she works her tricks and then without warning she bites him, making him jerk away from her. - What the f... - but she just grins and launches herself at him, with a low roar down her throat.
 - Who's the piece of meat now? - she laughs as he screams like an old lady begging for his life, her nails digging through his flesh gutting him, chewing on his insides.

***
He moves like the predator he believes himself to be, selecting his next victim carefully among the drunken girls dancing frenetically on the dancefloor. Prepared to slip the extra edge on the waving glasses displayed around, when he notices her. Full crimson lips smiling at him, luring him in. He goes to her and displays his best seductive smile.
 - Hi babe, want to go eat something?
Her eyes sparkle, he notices something unnatural sending a shiver down his spine as she bites her lower lip.
 - Sure Gabe, I´d love some dessert...