possession is nine tenths of the law

[intriguess]

Clarissa could have feasted forever between her lover's thighs. She knew however eventually her poor mortal body would get tuckered out. For the moment she was devouring the sweet nectar, her tongue flicking to get every drop that was seeping around her fingers. She considered changing hands, but everything was fitting so well, that she was relunctant to change things up, but at same time debated that Feona had just cum and that if she was ever to switch things back now would be the time.

Clarissa pulled her wet fingers out, and applied them gently to Feona's tight bum. She used the additional moisture to work her right hands fingers back inside her lover. She breathed lightly over the swollen clit, testing how sensitive it was as she coaxed Feona's pussy to grip her fingers once again.

[intriguess]

Clarissa explored, slowly learning from brief flashes of what had gone on between Krell and her mistress how certain things worked, and she eventually got her slender wrist buried in surprising hot dhampire pussy. It all felt heavenly, and before long they were enthralled with each other all over again. It seemed to go on somewhat endlessly, Clarissa being fucked, fed on, seduced, and fed, then Krell getting fucked and fed on. Her dreams if they were dreams or just hazy echoes of Krell's passion, well it didn't matter as long as she didn't wake up to the strip club and the sleazy owner raping her as a tiny sliver of thought considered this all one amazing drug enduced dream.

Time passed and Krell fed as she willed, and fucked Feona, and was fucked by Feona. Time was rather meaningless to the demon and she only realized the passing of time as Clarissa's womb went through it's cycle. She was oddly comfortable there, nestling in the sweet girl's uterus, easily feeding on pleasure even when she was dormant. Clarissa's womb was ripe for impregnation, and it stirred Krell to certain frenzy when she woke up, entangled in Feona's embrace. She NEEDED to feel something buried inside her and with a wicked grin, asked ever so politely, in a cheeky cockney accent.

"Mistress, will you please fuck my poor empty pussy with something long and hard?"

[thewhiteone]

There was something about Clarissa's young love, her eagerness to please, her wide-eyed wonder at the world that Feona had bought her into that made Feona's heart melt, and her pussy flow. It was pure joy to teach the girl the art of pleasuring a woman, not simply because of the (considerable) pleasure she was receiving at the hands & fingers, lips & tongue of the gorgeous blonde... the greatest pleasure was in watching that lovely face, those baby blue eyes... the need to please, the hope that she was doing a good job, the attention to Feona's every response...

...the way those eyes glowed with the joy of bringing her to ecstasy with Clarissa's name on her lips...

Time had no meaning in the endless cycle of tender giving and receiving with Clarissa...the rough lust filled passion with Krell...and gorging herself on the girl's sweet blood, the demoness's spicy blood.

Never had she been so well fed...so well fucked... so loved...

Feona was in heaven.

The dhampir lay entwined with sweet Clarissa, their bodies covered a slick sheen from another round of love making. And love making it was, for she dearly loved the sweet little stripper that she had brought home.

She was idly licking Clarissa's neck, in the place she had fed from as they had made sweet love, when she felt the change in her lover, knowing Krell was surfacing even before she spoke.

She smiled.

Such a dirty little slut. Feona loved her cunt craving demoness, she was so much fun.

Untangling herself, she mounted the prone nude form, hot sex pressing against hot sex. Gazing down upon the demoness, Feona felt a welcome hunger come over her, a hunger she no longer could remember not feeling. Reaching down, she pinched one purple nipple between her fingers. Hard.

"You want something long," she twisted the nipple, "and hard," another pinch, "in you're ravenous cunt?" The other hand slide behind her, inserting two fingers into Krell's sopping pussy. "Is that right, Slut?" A fingernail raked the demoness's clit, as Feona gazed into those ageless pools of primal lust.

It was so wonderful to continuously switch between darling Clarissa, and wanton Krell. Back and forth, back and forth. Feona would never tire of it. Nor would she tire of abusing this fiendish slut. Her fiendish slut.

[intriguess]

Krell rather enjoyed the wicked side of her, or rather their mistress. The novelty had not worn off, and they were still working on some kinks.... that is to say it was unusual to be sharing anything, much less sex, or a partner. Being well fed allowed her to focus on other things. Not necessarily the meaning of life, as Krell wasn't exactly alive, more along the thoughts of the future. Typically she wasn't concerned past her next meal or corruption. Since she was being so well fed, her thoughts were dwelling more and more on corruption.

The problem being that Feona was perfectly corupt already, and Clarissa was well on her way to the path of self pleasure that Krell felt no urge to nudge her along. Time stretched, while she typically lurked in a host for a few days at a time, being in Clarissa was begining to chafe, something Krell had never encountered before.

For now though she focused on her beloved mistress, and grinned. "Ravenous, indeed." She replied keeping the thick british accent in place. Now London had been a rather interesting place to be, it was only the decadent hedonism of America that had pulled her across the ocean, in a very lovely barely of age prostitute. Of course she had shifted to men on occasion for fun. All in all a very enjoyable journey.

[thewhiteone]

Feona's eyes went from passionately domineering, to most displeased as Krell spoke in a thick British accent.

Feona was most definitely French. Well, more French-American these days, but still French. Immortals like vampires, and their dhampir children, often tend to be a bit stuck in their ways, always a bit out of time. Feona adapted better than most, but even she was intransigent on a few things.

Like her extreme dislike for all things British.

With a swiftness that no mortal could follow, let alone match, Krell's hands were effortlessly pinned above her head. Dark eyes pierced opal ones.

"Do. Not. Speak. That vile accent again. Ever." she commanded coldly in French. "Do I make myself clear, wretch?"

[intriguess]

Were Krell mortal she might have sensed danger, as it was Clarissa quivered in fear. Krell ignored her for the most part, especially when she was dominant. She did sense something and with a raised eyebrow and big smile, said, "Oui, Madamouselle," in flawless French. Ah the French, now they really knew how to party.

She heard the accent thicken on her Mistress's tongue and while some part of her wanted to see just what she would do when pissed off, the larger part thought it was better to keep someone that was pretty much eternally bound together on the happier side.

There was something delisciously sexy about her mistress speaking French, and she added a saucy wink at the end. "Oui, Mistress, as you command."

[thewhiteone]

Krell’s blatant delight in irritating her did nothing to soothe her anger. It wasn’t surprising really, Krell was a demon after all. A bound one at that. It was inevitable that she would seek petty revenge. Feona had no intention of indulging her in this manner. She indulged Krell in carnal delight after carnal delight. This she would not tolerate.

“You say the proper words, yet you grin with delight at provoking my ire,” she responded, “I think this means you need to be punished,” she spoke icily French. It was definitely an older dialect which was no longer spoken.

She closed her eyes and spoke a language that most did not believe had ever existed. To those who knew of it…it was a carefully guarded secret. It was the language of power. Arcane words poured from her lips, and then her eyes snapped open with the final incantation. Chains sprung from the bed posts, ensnaring Krell’s limbs and forcing her into a spread eagle position. The posts, bed frame, and even the very floor beneath it crackled as they magically hardened, and became adhered to the each other. The demoness would not be able to move her limbs at all, nor would she be able to break free.

Feona slid off the bed and walked toward a cabinet.

“Krell, you will not attempt to evade your punishment,” she commanded, “You will not attempt to submerge yourself or relinquish control of this body for the duration of your punishment. You will shield Clarissa from these sensations to the best of your ability. Am I understood?” she looked back over her shoulder to watch Krell's expression.

((OOC: She will be speaking in French until noted otherwise))

[intriguess]

Krell was only mildly surprised, after all Feona was emotional. It was more of a magnitude thing, she had no intention of having poor Clarissa experience this, and had reflexively buried the mortal's consciousness.

The power used, it intrigued Krell, mainly because if she were not bound, it would have had little to no effect. Also it was quite interesting that Feona thought that any punishment would have an effect on Krell. For Krell being bound was as close to punishment as the demon got, and while she was tolerating it quite well, that was mainly because she was content. She closed her eyes and focused her power on shielding Clarissa rather than retaliation.

Retaliation, that could get quite messy considering. Then again it wasn't as if she were actually bound to Feona, she was merely bound to the mortal that was bound to Feona. While it would be difficult to kill Clarissa in order to escape it was not impossible. It however would take a little more energy than she was currently getting, it would take an orgiastic surge, instead of the heady steady feeding she'd been recieving.

Krell's thoughts moved rapidly and when her dark eyes opened again she spoke French, as languages were no challenge to her. She even had the thought that having expelled such power, Feona was probably weaker magically right now, which considering Krell's position there was nothing she could do about it, other than notice the effect of using such power had on her mistress.

Krell stretched her limbs, casually testing the restraints, not that she needed to, she could gauge their power magically, but she knew it was the mortal response, having tied up a lover or two in her time. She wondered what kind of punishment Feona had in mind, as she lazily licked her lips and feeling a little bitchy about being further restrained said.

"Bring it on," she considered calling Feona a bitch, or some other slur, but the word didn't really translate into the older French dialect, and she just left it at that.

[thewhiteone]

Krell’s challenge sent a surge of anger through Feona. She wanted to strike the demoness…unfortunately, all that would do is excite the fiend.

She realized she’d have to be unconventional.

Releasing the whip she’d grasped, she paused thinking.

An evil grin spread across her face.

Grabbing a blind fold and a box she returned to the bed. She slid the blindfold over Krell’s eyes, making sure it was snug. Opening the box revealed a dozen feathers of different sizes and textures. She removed the first one, a small almost fuzzy yellow one. She ran it across her body, attuning it to her. Then ran it along Krell’s, attuning it to the demon. With a whispered arcane word, the feather began to dance tantalizingly across the fiendishly infused flesh.

One by one she repeated this, till all twelve were teasing the demoness. Each one tantalizing her as if it were Feona holding it. Each infused with a itty bitty bit of Feona, enough that the demon could not deny their sensations.

Feona rose, and left, pausing at the door, “Enjoy your punishment wretch,” with that, she closed the door.

The feathers would dance, tease, tantilize the demon. Bring her to the edge of release…and deny her. Sometimes they would back off and let her cool down, other times they would keep her there for what seemed like an eternity before backing off…they would not stop their exquisite torture until Krell’s mistress bid them to.

[intriguess]

Torment, now this was a new concept, typically Krell was the one to tease. To draw out the pleasure so she could feed. She had expected some brutality, which she had felt before, rage and passion were a fine line in so many people. This, well to quote some pathetic singer.

"It hurt so good," but it was not love in this case. Krell kept trying to move, to get the damn feathers to get her off, but she was as close to immobile as one could be and still strain against the restraints. She was glad she wasn't ticklish, and she sighed and moaned feeling her anger surge and ebb. She felt like she was on a beach being pounded by the waves.

It was both pleasant and uncomfortable. A combination of sensations that Krell had never had forced upon her, much less forced upon her for so long. She should have expected that with Feona's range of experience they might teach each other a few things. She just hadn't expected Feona to be able to think of anything that might be considered an effective punishment for Krell.

This was pretty good, since this body had changed to be rather impervious to blades and the like. Krell recalled time spent within a Sultan's Harem, when she had performed the seduction of a thousand blades her last night there. Now that had been fun, the harem girl would have been killed immediately but someone suggested she might be with the Sultan's last child. Of course with Krell involved the poor girl had been pregnant, and it had saved her life.

[thewhiteone]

While she’s been please at coming up with what should be an effective punishment for Krell, it didn’t satisfy Feona. She needed to hit something, and the just target of her ire would only have luxuriated in it. Several of the girls in her employ liked mixing pain with pleasure, but in her current state, Feona would simply be venting her frustration on them, something she would not do to those who severed her loyally.

And because of the bond, she couldn’t slake the lust that Krell had stirred before using that God awful accent!

She paced her office, nude and seething. Several of the girls were out side, clearly worried about their mistress, longing to comfort her, yet they waited as they had been trained to.

Feona needed to relax, to unwind herself…Yasmine…yes Yasmine was just who she needed.

She sent for Yasmine to meet her out in the garden at the usual spot. When she arrived, Feona laid down Yasmin’s massage table, and allowed those talented fingers to wash away her stress.

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After her nice long massage, she spent some time catching up on any necessary paperwork, as well as a few choices related to the estate.

It had been quite a while, and Krell/Clarissa’s body would need a trip to the bathroom, as well as nourishment. It was time to see if the demoness had learned her lesson.

She could hear the Krell’s need; smell it, feel it long before she got to the room. It sent rush of power through her, and she shivered in delight at the power she held over her demonic slave. She entered the room, and strode over, closing the door behind her. Waiting to hear what her pet demon would to say now as the feather’s continued their delicious torment.

[intriguess]

Krell was glad she wasn't ticklish or she might have urinated, and she was quite annoyed with the mundane details of the flesh. Clarissa was all too happy to have those moments to herself, wondering if otherwise Krell wouldn't keep her submerged 24/7.

For now Krell was frustrated, and that was as close to feeling punished as she had gotten. So when Feona returned, she spoke in current French, as ancient dialects were not that useful to her. Her own magic was done in Latin, as the demonic languages were not so much spoken as felt.

"I apologize, I did not know such intonation would enflame you." At least not originally. She licked her lips and groaned as feathers continued to slither and dance along her now very sensitive skin.

[thewhiteone]

“Of course you didn’t know, which is why I had originally planned on leaving the issue rest after instructing you to not use it again. However,” she sat down on the bed next to Krell. Leaning over, she whispered with her hot moist breath into the demoness’s left ear, “we both know what happened next that brought about your punishment, don’t we Krell?” one of her nipples was just barely touching Krell, just below the armpit.

The demoness knew full well it was her glee at finding something her mistress passionately hated, which had provoked Feona to action.

[intriguess]

"What did you expect?" Krell asked speaking softly as Feona's flesh came into contact with hers. "You didn't ensnare me for my manners." Krell licked her lips again, feeling a little parched. She knew she was treading a fine line teasing her mistress, but she was curious what Feona had intended in binding a demon to a human and binding that human to herself. It was a delicate bit of work, and it had worked mainly because everyone involved thought this arrangement better than the alternative of death.

[thewhiteone]

“What did I expect?” she mused, “I did expect such behavior from you,” intellectually, yes, emotionally, no. Not that she was going to admit that, “You struck a nerve, and the poked it,” nothing wrong with admitting to what the demoness already knew, “The lore I have on demonkind is very clear on stepping on such things at the first sign.”

With a gesture, the feathers retreated to their case. Touching each one, she retrieved the small amount of power she had invested in them, returning them to simple (expensive) feathers.

“As for your manners,” her voiced turned dark and heavy with lust, “some of them were very much part of my desire to ensnare you,” she nipped Krell’s ear with her fangs. “Now, I believe it is time to attend to some of your bodily needs,” with that, she rose and placed a hand on the bedpost, and withdrew the energy she had expended to harden the bed, the floor, and binding them together. Then she withdrew the energy from the chains, causing them to dissipate.

Now to see what Krell did, now that she was released, horny, hungry, and needing to go to the bathroom.

[intriguess]

"So is my punishment over?" Krell moved swiftly to rub her wrists and ankles, having already planned what to do either way, but figured at this moment it was better to be safe than sorry. Especially with Feona in a cranky mood, but something told her Feona had spent the time apart enjoying herself.

She tilted her head down, giving the appearance of being an obedient submissive.

[thewhiteone]

“Yes, your punishment is over,” she confirmed, watching the demoness stretch that sensual body, and rub her sore wrists and ankles.

As Krell assumed the submissive head down position, Feona considered having her keep it that way…but it bothered her. Yes, here she was asserting her dominance over a demon, making sure she knew who was boss, and a submissive pose bothered her.

Oh well.

Sliding a hand under Krell’s chin, she tilted it back up so they were looking eye to eye once more, “Better. You won’t need that unless I’m entertaining another Kindred, or we are visiting one.”

If it confused Krell a bit, all the better. Makes her a little more mysterious.

Yeah, we’ll go with that.

And not that she was actually a bit fond of Krell…for being Krell.

[intriguess]

Krell winked, and in that wink the color of her eyes changed as she opted to release doll face to take care of the bodily needs. It was part defiance part necessity, subdueing Clarissa wasn't difficult, subduing her so she could re emerge, that was tricky. She didn't want to damage her hosts mind so to speak, and let herself drift, relaxing now that she was free from obligation and control.

Clarissa on the other hand had no idea what was going on, and other than feeling extremely aroused, and needing to pee, figuring this was just another typical Krell switch and rushed to the bathroom, took care of her needs, and found herself caressing her body as the touch of toilet paper had all but set her off.

Her face was flushed as she noticed Feona watching her.

[thewhiteone]

That wink of Krell’s stirred Feona’s desire for demonic passion, which was promptly frustrated by the fiend relinquishing control to the sweet Clarissa. So, Krell’s dislike of eating and going to the bathroom was more intense than her need for release? Interesting.

Or she knew how much her mistress wanted to fuck her brains out and decided to be spiteful under the guise of a tactical retreat…while avoiding those things she disliked doing.

Probably the latter.

At least it was cute watching that delightful bum bounce rapidly as the woman did the pee dash for the bathroom. Once that butt was out of sight, she leisurely rose, and followed her beloved mortal in. At her slow pace, she arrived just as Clarissa was finishing up…and starting to caress herself. Feona leaned against the wall, enjoying the sight of her lover enjoying her own body.

Feona couldn’t help but smile at her lover. She looked so adorable when she was embarrassed!