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Veroe

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IC: Christian Armin-Renault

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Christian had betrayed his mistress. There was no more unforgiveable crime than for a vampire's servant to commit. He should be overwhelmed with his failure, but he could feel nothing. He was just a flesh and blood thing devoid, cut off from any emotions.

It didn't matter anyway. Once a decision was made there was no point in dwelling on what might have happened or what he should have done. His feelings were always immaterial to his mistress' desires.

Christian had been born the heir of two families that had a long and proud history of raising, training, and providing vampires with the finest servants the world over. From the day he could walk he'd been prepared, taught, to be not only a vampire's servant but the most exceptional of all vampire servants. The intense indoctrination had lasted until he was deemed ready and old enough for Master Stefan, the vampire overseeing the InServ program his family was a part of, to sell him to a vampire mistress. It was the finest honor of his life. His one desire, one goal in life, was to give himself to a master or mistress that deemed him worthy of serving them.

The mistress that had purchased him had been the Lady Deava Rao. True to his training and the calling of Christian's heart he had served her unconditionally never hesitating, never questioning, but His Lady Deava had been an aloof and often cruel mistress. Christian had never complained no matter what she deigned to do to him. It was not his place. After all he was her property to do with whatever she wished.

But Lady Deava was a vampire of lower rank in their society and that consumed her to the point of obsession. She had purchased Christian since a servant from the InServ program was something of a status symbol among Vampires. Like men who bought motorcycles or those really expensive sports cars or membership into a country club she wanted to use Christian as a stepping stone to propel her into higher and higher circles.

It had worked for Lady Deava but only to a point. It was only a matter of time for her to realize that the only reason she rose in the social ladder of vampire society was because of her InServ servant and all her jealousy and bitterness turned into something far more terrifying both to Christian personally and upon those she deemed unfairly above her, like the ruling body of the Vampire world itself, the council.

Christian had tried to serve her faithfully as a Servant should, but when he learned what she had planned he had gone to the council and told them what his mistress was planning. The Vampire hunters she allowed onto the grounds to assassinate them were ambushed and slaughtered and the council itself confronted his Mistress. They had nearly stopped her but Lady Deava had slain two and managed to narrowly escape, leaving Christian behind.

Their enforcers had taken samples of his blood to track her down by the link the third-mark gave all vampires and their servants. He couldn't really blame his mistress for what she did next. She would punish him with death for his betrayal, but making him suffer was out of self-preservation. It clouded the link making it harder to trace where she was through his mind, and also made him pay, as he should for betraying her like he had.

Now he was strapped to a table deep within the interior of the castle that was hosting this year's gathering of the Vampire race. He writhed in agony and fear atop it. The room was sedate and quiet despite the cries and wails and groans that escaped his lips. In his mind he was in hell. Images and sensations broadcast into his brain from Deava over the link of hellfire raging around him burning and roasting his flesh. Hideous evil creatures stabbed with long sharp knives into him slowly slicing him open. They were slow and methodical delighting in his agony.

Christian should suffer. He didn't regret telling on his mistress, but it meant he had no purpose, no calling any longer. Compared to that there was no torment that could compare to the despair his heart was engulfed in.

So he suffered there in that room arms and limbs bound for his safety as he writhed.

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IC: Fiona Adair

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Fiona and Triana followed Lord Brian along the corridor deep within the castle that was holding the gathering this year. They hadn't gone to these for the last few decades. Triana was a vampire of lower standing in their society and as her servant Fiona would be obligated to participate as a grounds' servant.

It was silly of course. When she had first become Triana's servant she had been shy and demure, but after three hundred years there wasn't a thing that went on here that Triana hadn't already done to her or been the architect of being done to her. Fiona had seriously been there and done that to it all, but that was where the body was concerned.

Here in the gathering the way vampires treated their servants...pissed her off. She had been lucky that Triana generally agreed, and that was part of the reason Triana had rarely come to these.

Still there was no denying that here Triana's paintings sold as fast as she could put them on display, so too were her photo prints and the few statues she had brought flying off her kiosk in the castle's second hall as Fiona participated in the entertainment within the hedge maze behind the castle and would spend several hours of a night's work with her mistress reasserting her dominance over her.

Just the day before she was in the heart of the maze arrayed in the broad shallow fountain. Lord Dyson's servant Sun Lien Yi had her tongue doing wonderful desperate things insde the folds of her cunt as another servant...a new one from a master from Argentina was furiously pumping into the chineese servant's ass. They were all three on the edge, afterall they had been a part of this game for over two hours non-stop. Every five minutes another servant would ring a gong and they would switch positions those that couldn't restrain themselves from cumming provided their masters or mistresses reason to punish them.

Since Triana had been managing her kiosk and negotiating a sale for her last painting and Lien Yi's master had been locked in a sudden urgent council meeting. The vampires assembled to watch the game unfold within the fountain hoped they'd be allowed to administer the punishment for the losing sub instead.

Fiona trembled. She didn't want any of them touching her...not without Triana being there. She had lost track of time and didn't know how long it was before the gong was rung again. Plus she'd already made the servant she'd been blowing to cum. He was currently at his master's command going from one vampire spectator to another asking them if they would spank him. His arse cheeks looked like over-ripe tomatoes they were so red.

She trembled again. Lien Yi knew her too well. Lord Dyson was the council member as well as overlord of the territory she and Triana lived in and so they had stayed as guests in Lord Dyson's mansion in the city several times. She had taken to Lien Yi, Lord Dyson's servant, from the start. Now Lien Yi was using that familiarity to push her right up to the edge. That quiet reserved woman from shanghai was going to make her lose the game if that damned gong didn't go off in the next few seconds.

It wasn't helping at all that Triana was looking over the leather floggers in the kiosk next to hers and sending her images and sensations of what she'd do with them to punish her when Lien Yi made her cum.

The gong sounded much to Fiona's relief but Lien Yi suddenly dropped into the water of the fountain.

It wasn't until later that they had learned of Deava Rao's attempted assassination of the council, and that Lord Dyson had been one of the two council members that she managed to kill in her escape. Lien Yi being Lord Dyson's third-marked servant had died the moment he had even on the other side of the castle grounds.

Losing them had shaken her and she wrapped her self in slacks and a thick sweater today going away from the usual practice of servant's dressing to entice or not wearing anything at all during the gathering. The night before she had cried in Triana's arms for them.

Lord Dyson had been a little cold and aloof, and a little harsh at times, but at heart he was a good and decent man, and Lien Yi...they weren't even going to bury her body next to her master's. She'd have no headstone either. No, Sun Lien Yi Sept. 22 1808-June 1, 2014: A good servant and better friend and a terrible poker player. Now no one but her and Triana would remember her the way she was meant to be...as a human being.

It just brought to home her own fate coming. It couldn't be too much longer now when she'd be buried without ceremony or reverence like Lien Yi had been beyond Triana.

So now she followed lord Bryan down the corridor behind Triana. He had requested that they come and see someone down here, and Fiona wasn't feeling like she could handle being away from her mistress at the moment so she had come with them. Yet now as the most terrible of wails and cries were echoing off the walls she found herself wishing she'd stayed behind. What terrible soul could be in that much agony down here?

Brian stopped at a door and opened it wide. Inside the room was a man, a handsome man, arching and writhing crying out in unending torment.

"This is Christian," Brian explained, "Deava Rao's servant. If it was not for him...the council may have been killed by her plot, and she's putting him through this for it..."

He regarded Triana, "I have tried everything I can, but there's just not enough research in blocking a vampire's link with her servant. Nothing is working..."

"...Except...perhaps...if he were to get at least the second mark from the vampire that made his mistress..." He walked over to the table and placed a gentle hand on the tortured man's shoulder. "...If your were willing Lady Triana...you could theoretically supercede Rao's mark with him, or at least push her into a tiny little corner of his mind. Give the poor thing some peace."

Fiona stepped up to her mistress looking down at the strggling groaning man tied to the table before them.

"Can you really help him, Triana?" She sent out over their shared link.
 
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IC Triana Reeves

Triana was sick and tired of the typical political maneuvering that went on at the gatherings by the end of the second day. She had only come to sell a few of her projects and then leave. Instead, she had sold a few of her pieces and watched minor vampires jostle for position amongst themselves, while those in the upper echelon did the same, but more discretely. Triana Reeves could have played the same games, in those coveted higher ranks if she had chosen too, but she couldn’t be bothered. That and the fact that society viewed the way she treated her servants with outright disdain.Therefore they also viewed her with the same disdain.

She had one painting, two photo prints and one small sculpture left that she wished to sell and had entered negotiations with a buyer for the painting when the world went to hell. Triana’s third marked servant had been providing amusement for the guests in the hedge maze with a few of the other servants. Triana had been goading Fiona with visions and sensations trying to make the girl fail at the game they were playing, just so she could punish her when it had happened. Triana’s mind had been thrown open nearly all the way, to be able to revel in the heady sensations she servant experienced when all of a sudden pleasure turned to horror, fear and deep emotional pain.

The lash of emotion caught Triana by surprise. She slammed her mind closed, pulling away from the link, even as she abandoned her wares and moved with typical vampire speed through the maze. She caught Fiona just as the girl fainted and lowered her gently to the ground. Assessing the situation, Triana determined that Lien Yi was dead, and from the suddenness of her fall, guessed what happened. Gathering her servant, they retreated to their quarters, Triana sending one of the house servants to carefully pack her artwork away.

She spent most of the rest of the night receiving scattered disjointed reports of what had happened in council. She was unsurprised somehow to hear that it had been Daeva Rao behind the attempted coup though. The made vampire had been rotten from the start, though Triana hadn’t realised it until too late. Her thirst for power had grown much over the years, Triana supposed that her twisted mind would inevitably conclude that killing the council would give her the power she craved.

Triana dismissed most of the information as immaterial, her focus on her servant. Fiona was a wreck. Her sensitive soul had somehow survived being a vampire's servant, perhaps only due to Triana’s care. She was sensitive, but possessed a inner strength that was unmatched. but that strength had been tested, Triana knew. Her sobbing into the night made Triana’s eyes harden. Daeva needed to pay. The councils enforcers would find her though, Triana wouldn’t interfere. Finally as Fiona’s sobs continued unabated, Triana had caught the girl to her, her hand slipped between Fiona’s thighs and she had distracted the distraught girl from her thoughts the only way she could; with enough pleasure that she finally slipped into exhausted slumber.

Triana was surprised the next afternoon when there was a tap on her door shortly after she rose. She nodded for Fiona to open the door, smiling without humour at the sight of the girls slacks and heavy sweater. Triana knew it was armor against anything else that might be thrown at them this day. Word had reached her earlier that it was as expected. Lord Dyson was dead. The trouble was, Lord Dyson had been one of the few vampires that tolerated Triana’s eccentricities. The next Lord would likely not. Triana almost wished for similar armor, but for her it would be a sign of weakness.

Fiona answered the door to their suite and stepped back admitting their visitor. She announced at the door to the sitting room, “Lord Brian to see Lady Triana”

The resulting meeting was quick. Lord Brian requested Triana come with him. Triana agreed. Brian was one of the few vampires she trusted and respected, in that order. Which is why they now stood where they were.

Triana looked at the writhing man on the table, then up at Brian. “So the enforcers can then extract the information from him as to the whereabouts of his Mistress, Lord Brian? Else they would just do the expedient thing and kill him. Some would say it would even be a mercy…” When the man didn’t respond Triana nodded. Her tone gentled slightly, “I appreciate you asking me this Lord Brian, I suppose it is worth a chance at least.”

"Can you really help him, Triana?"

Triana spared a glance at her servant. ”Perhaps Little One. Hush now…” Triana was thinking hard. She knew that a servant could be marked twice; she had heard of many vampires that shared a servant, but never this sort of situation. Her eyes returned to the writhing man on the table. Generally Triana prefered a woman’s softness when she took a lover, but the muscular planes of this one were admittedly attractive. Also, though she generally cared not to think of it, her servant was in her last years. A second marked servant could be invaluable in the time to come.

Triana stepped closer. her eyes fell to the mans neck and she shook her head at the deep indents marking Daeva’s prefered feeding spot. “Ever the dramatic isn’t she?” The thought came out loud her mind thinking fondly of the marks on her own servant, two perfect indentations on her right breast, and of the many nights she had fed there. That was neither here nor there though, if this worked, Christian would surely bear new indents in time.

She sent to Fiona; ”Come, hold him while I do this, Lie on the table with him and cover his body with your own. You know how much this is going to hurt him, when he needs it least. let him feel your softness..it may help”

Leaning over Christian, Triana wasted no time. Deliberately turning his head to expose the unmarked side of his neck her teeth sank deep. Her fingers gripped the table Christian lay on as the fireball of his taste hit her tongue. she took enough to assure the exchange that was about to happen, then released the serum that would give the first mark. Once done she would know where he was, as long as he didn’t get too far away. Usually she would stop there, but as Christian arched in fresh agony, she pressed on.

The second mark was different. It began as normal, smashing through the barriers that hid her his innermost thoughts from her, but then stopped. she pressed with her own mind and felt the resistance grow. her teeth retracted, her tongue pressed against his jugular controlling the flow of his lifeblood as she concentrated, working deeper into the inflamed hell of his mind. She pressed and pushed, boring a hole into this resistance until it shattered. once in his mind, she pressed her advantage, shoving back the horror through sheer mental strength alone until she and that which was Christian occupied the majority. She had no idea what he made of her presence in his mind and cared little.



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IC Daeva Rao

Daeva paced and seethed. Everything had been Perfect! she had hired the professional vampire hunters, managed an invitation to the Gathering, insinuated herself into the festivities. Then it had all blown up in her face. She had been toying with her servant in one of the main rooms, whipping him until he bled for her, until he begged for her to stop. She had been licking his bloodied back as he had straddled her lap when she had heard a chance comment from one of the other vampires in attendance. A comment that had said “Poor little Daeva. When is she going to realise she isn’t going to get anywhere showing off like that? Nobody wants the powermad little slut. she should just take her high and mighty servant back home and accept her place!”

That comment had shattered her composure and inflamed her wrath. She had let her guard drop and her servant had been exposed to her inner thoughts and plans. What she couldn’t believe then and still struggled with just now, was that he had immediately run off to the council and told him of her plans. Now she was running for her very life and knew eventually she would be caught.

Her one defense was the agony she could cause Christian. Not only did she get personal satisfaction by torturing him, but it had the added benefit of clouding the link so the hunters would have trouble finding her. Daeva knew she would have to kill him eventually and she even looked forward to it, but for now she enjoyed this little part.

She had fled, holing up a few miles away while she got her bearings, and also so she could fully enjoy tormenting Christian even more, when things soured in a hurry. She felt the presence of her sire in Christian’s mind and she hissed. She didn’t know what the hell Triana was doing with him, but it didn’t bode well for her!

Almost against her will, Daeva’s mind cast itself back into the past. She had been a dancer in a hookah bar when Triana had passed through. Triana had taken one look at her and seduced her with one softly whispered invitation. They had spent a torrid night together, during which time Daeva had been exposed to the fact Triana wasnt human, but it hadn't scared her off. One night had progressed into a week, a week into months. Triana had given her two marks and had spoken to her frankly of Daeva becoming her human servant.

With the second mark though, Triana had changed her mind. One hot night as Daeva’s body had arched and writhed in pleasure under Triana’s, she had been turned. That night, Daeva’s ambitions to power were truly born.

Daeva yanked her mind back to the present as she felt the first mark entering her servant. sensing what was coming she began to throw up blocks in Christian’s mind, trying to stop the second mark. It was an epic battle such as it was, one she eventually lost. She paused in one corner of his mind, waiting to see what would happen. when Triana didn’t instantly withdraw, she chose to retreat, leaving the man gasping for breath at the suddenness of her retreat and the resulting silence in his mind.

She still had access to his mind, she would bide her time until he was unprotected, then she would attack once more.
 
IC: Fiona Adair

"Can you really help him, Triana?" She sent out over their shared link.

She looked over to her and Fiona saw the shield she she kept in place in her mistress' eyes whenever soften a little, ”Perhaps Little One. Hush now…”

She turned to regard the tormented man on the table. He was a handsome one, in fact the man rather reminded her vaguely of a younger version of her long dead husband, Patrick-God preserve his blessed soul. As Triana circled around to the man's head. Fiona reached out and took his hand in hers. He was ice cold.

“Ever the dramatic isn’t she?” Fiona looked up to see Triana regarding the indentations on the side of Christian's neck. She instantly looked down to her own breast under the thick layer of wool of her sweater. That was Triana's favorite place to feed from her and Fiona had very similar indentations from being punctured by her fangs there as there were on Christian's neck.

"It's the most common place to feed from a servant," Brian commented walking over to a bank of lightswitches. "Personally I prefer the inner thigh where I have access to both the femoral artery and my Emily's dainty little vagina." He switched on the lights above shining it down upon them giving Triana enough illumination to do the deed. "Lady Triana," He added leadingly.

”Come, hold him while I do this," Her voice in Fiona's head told her, "Lie on the table with him and cover his body with your own."

"He's so cold. It will help to warm him up too." She did as she was told climbing up over Christian atop the table and gingerly laying down atop the writhing and convulsing man. Arms reaching out over him to hold the sides of the table in a firlm hold. legs spread over his. It was a good thing she had dressed in such warm clothes rather than the revealing minidress she and Triana had planned earlier in the week for today.

He was certainly a fit young fellow. Fiona shivered as she could feel his cock in his pants. She'd known many servants with larger manhoods but not by much. With her weight atop him his convulsions subsided to manageable spasms and jerks. Her head rested over the Christian's broad chest looking up to Triana.

You know how much this is going to hurt him, when he needs it least." Triana continued, "Let him feel your softness..it may help”

"Always getting me into these sinfully tempting predicaments." She sent quoting her recurring complaint when she was brand new as Triana's servant and getting many many shocks to the humility of a god-fearing and modest irish-catholic woman. Yet that Fiona was three hundred years before the present one let go of the table and lay atop him molding her soft body to the hard planes of his body. It brought to mind questions of what his body would feel like over her pushing that cock pressing into her belly deep within her. She shivered again trying to get her imagination back on the here and now rather than on distracting daydreams.

Triana turned Christian's head to expose the side of his neck without the indentations left by Deava Rao's fangs. She leaned down and Fiona watched her mistress' lips curl back exposing her fangs which immediately sank into Christian's jugular.

He bellowed a fresh soul-wrenching cry and his body arched up off leaving Fiona hoping Triana could succeed and fast.

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IC: Christian Armin-Renault

He was in hell casting about among the searing flames being tormented by the demons that called this realm their kingdom. This was his fate, and it was even a just one. Christian had betrayed his mistress. He deserved this.

They had him now. Small ones standing atop him and using their tiny claws to slice him open and dive inside. They were tore and fought eachother over the organs inside.

But then the delusion being broadcast into his mind from his vengeful mistress dissipated. He almost didn't recognize the quiet that was his mind normally.

What had happened? Had Mistress Deava stopped? Had she shown him mercy he did not deserve?

No. There was someone else here in his mind. Someone new. Not his mistress. She was still there but in the farthest corner from him now and being forced there by someone stronger.

"Who's there? What happened?" He cast out to whoever it was out there keeping his Mistress back. "Why did you save me?"
 
IC Triana Reeves

While Triana metaphorically stood proud in the middle of Christian’s mind waiting to see what Daeva would do, Trianna’s mind flashed to what Brian had said. With it came the mental image of one night she and Brian had shared Emily during one intimate dinner party. They had Emily stretched out on the table like a smorgasbord, her legs hanging off one edge. While Fiona had crouched on the table, her pussy being hungrily eaten, she and Brian had spread Emily’s thighs wide and each fed from one artery while the girl tried hard to hold still. She really had to have them over once more…

Though vampiric society hated the familiar way she treated her servants, Triana was at heart a true vampire. Sex came as easily as breathing, and she bored easily. In turn, sexual dominance was natural for her kind and Triana had had enough of this place. She simply wanted to take her servant...Servants, home to her mountains and resume her life. She hated the games her kind seemed to insist on playing. It had been some time since she had properly brought Fiona in line; that girl was sometimes way too feisty! Now with Christian.

Triana realised that she had to resolve that situation forthwith. As Daeva’s presence finally faded, Triana had been about to withdraw to the corner of Christian’s mind herself as she realised a full withdrawal would leave him essentially defenseless when she heard the low masculine voice of her newest servant as he sent along their private pathway for the first time.

"Who's there? What happened? Why did you save me?”

Her ‘voice’ was cool and gave away none of the inner thoughts she kept shielded as she responded, I am the reason you possess your own mind once more. I am your protector as your last one has revoked her ownership through her own actions.” Triana knew she had to keep it fairly simple just then, Christian had been through a lot and she wasn’t sure how much he could actually process. she continued, ”For now though, I wish you to remain still. The councils enforcers wish to use you to find your former mistress. After they do, they will likely kill you in order to weaken her in some way. I do not wish that.

Triana was of course familiar with servants and as such knew that a servant wasn’t normally just discarded or ownership changed etc so easily, especially not a third marked servant. But she hoped that Christian was young enough or disoriented enough to accept what she said. Deliberately she kept the fact she had taken ownership back, though it ought to be obvious as she wouldn’t otherwise be in his head. It would be easier to process on his own perhaps. Or at least not just now.

Letting him mull over that, Triana turned to Brian, “Lord Brian, Daeva Rao has ceased her assault on her servant as you can surely see. However, his mind is not fully his own as yet. He is currently unable to assist the enforcers in their search. I am going to take him to my home and when he is recovered enough, he can be questioned. If I discover the whereabouts of Daeva Rao in the meantime, I will be sure to pass it on.” Her tone offered no compromise and Brian offered her a slight nod. Triana had the faint uncomfortable sensation that he had read her far too well…

The rest of the day was spent in making travel arrangements. They would travel at night as was expected, but as Triana hated to fly, they would drive, taking a room shortly before dawn. The Gathering this year had been held in Ireland and Triana would have to fly eventually, but for now they would travel from Athlone to Dublin by car. Christian would travel with Fiona in the back seat; Triana would rely heavily on her third marked servant in the next few days at least in caring for the man, at least until she determined what he would need. Triana needed to stay in his mind on some level at all times, but he would be even more vulnerable while she slept.

Before they left, Triana concluded the sale of her last pieces of artwork, and had another more private word with Brian about another personal matter. Receiving his promise to see to her request, they left the subdued Gathering.

Triana drove in silence, letting the natural warmth her servant possessed envelop Christian. She was still unsure of how his life with Daeva had molded him, and wondered if he would be able to adjust to her way of life. Time would tell though. Triana shifted restlessly in the drivers seat, glad to be away from the rest, but eager to be done travelling just now. She wanted to spend time with her servants; she was hungry, horny and surprisingly eager to know more about her newest servant, no matter how unorthodox the way she had aquired him.

Near dawn they pulled up in front of a small inn. It was an extremely old structure, with a few newer additions. Rolling lawns could be seen in the dim light. A huge old oak tree stood in the yard, with a rope and board swing hung from one gnarled branch.

Triana glanced into the back seat. Both Christian and Fiona had fallen asleep. It was normal, but Triana frowned anyway, her eyes resting thoughtfully on Fiona. One day, her servant was just not going to wake up, and each time the girl fell asleep, Triana wondered if this would be it. That was part of why she had chosen this inn to stop at…

Triana sent Fiona, time to wake. we are here, we need two rooms. wake the innkeeper please and see to it? I will wake Christian
 
IC: Christian Armin-Renault and Fiona Adair

"Who's there? What happened?" He cast out to whoever it was out there keeping his Mistress back. "Why did you save me?"

"I am the reason you possess your own mind once more." came a voice of a woman in the halls of his mind that had only known his and his mistress' sultrier tones, "I am your protector as your last one has revoked her ownership through her own actions.”

This voice was softer, gentler, but carried the same authority, the same assertion that her words would be obeyed. It was a tone of voice as an InServ servant Christian had been taught from childhood to obey without hesitation.

He wondered if she were taking him as a servant. He wondered if he deserved another mistress after betraying his first one.

"I am yours to command, Mist-" He paused at the word: 'Mistress' unsure what she was to him right now. "What would you have of me?"

”For now though, I wish you to remain still," She replied.

His mind was getting restive, and his body was letting him know how the strain and ache the hours of writhing and screaming hell he'd endured felt. Yet at her command he stilled instantly.

"What will happen to me," came his next question.

"The councils enforcers wish to use you to find your former mistress," She answered, "After they do, they will likely kill you in order to weaken her in some way."

"Oh," He replied. He didn't feel threatened that he was going to die. Just saddened and slightly ashamed of himself that his life would end in such a spectacular failure to his purpose.

But what else could he expect? He had betrayed his mistress. No vampire would want him for they'd wonder whether he'd do the same to their trust as he had with Mistress Deava's. It was better if he died. It would be a mercy.

"I do not wish that." The voice of-he wasn't sure what to call the voice of the vampire that had pushed his mistress back from his mind told him.

That statement touched something within him, and Christian couldn't figure out why. Whether he lived or died, it was not his decision to make. His fate belonged in the hands of his mist-well, the vampire council now. If he had any feelings or wants or desires about living was immaterial to that decision.

It didn't matter anyway. Lady Deava had signed her death warrant when she tried to kill the council and failed, and she had signed his own along with her. Christian was her third-marked servant, and when a Vampire gave their servant the third and final mark it tied that servant to the immortality of the vampire giving them eternal youth and extending their lifespan to three hundred years, but it worked even deeper than that. The third-mark bound the vampire and her servant's souls togethers. So when the council enforcers found his mistress and executed her no matter where in the world Christian was he'd suddenly just drop dead with her.

If they decided to kill him to hurt Lady Deava or not, he'd still die.

So be it. He had no purpose anymore anyway and life without purpose was just as good as death.

Heavily his eyes opened to find the face of his rescuer. The first thing he noted was the long blonde hair and the aristocratic look of her. She looked both soft and authoritative in the same measure. "Are you my new..." He whispered to her over vocal chords that had shrieked themselves hoarse, "...Are you my new Mistress?"

Christian then noticed he was strapped to a table and someone was laying atop him. Looking down he saw another woman staring up into his eyes. She was not a vampire. Christian could see in her eyes a sensitive softness he'd never associate with a vampire.

"You were cold," She said as if realizing the awkwardness of the fact he found a stranger lying atop him.

"Thank you," He told her as she rose up and helped him off the table. His legs were weak and wobbly.

Fiona wrapped her arms around him and helped him get across the room to the door. She was so proud of Triana for reaching to help this man.

Triana wanted to leave the gathering early, and Fiona was all for that. The death Lord Dyson and Lien Yi had soured this experience for her and all she wanted was to go back to the little chalet Triana had in the Canadian Rockies-home sounded good to her just then.

So they went back to their room and spent the majority of the afternoon packing and making arrangements for the journey home. Triana had wanted a rental car for the drive to Dublin and the airport there. She sat watching her trying to get Christian into the heart of leaving. The poor kid was still too traumatized to think very clearly and was little help in packing all the things into their luggage the way Fiona knew Triana preferred.

But Christian was a fast learner, and slowly getting more determined not to be a burden. Fiona took that as a good sign.

When Triana had to leave to finalize the sale of her last art pieces that evening a knock came on their chamber's door. Fiona answered to find Anatole Armin, Lord Uthur-the chairman of the council's third-marked servant. He was a broad bull-necked man with wiry curly dark hair the same age as Christian. In fact Fiona could see a certain resemblance.

"Grandfather," Christian asked behind her.

Anatole didn't respond to his grandson. He didn't even acknowledge Christian's presence. His eyes never wavered from her as he thrust a small suitcase into her arms. "I understand your Mistress plans to leave the gathering tonight. He will need his clothes."

Fiona took the suitcase. "Don't you have something to say to your grandson?"

Anatole shook his head. "I have no grandson." He then turned to leave down the corridor.

Fiona looked back to Christian to find him visibly shaken by those words.

She rushed out the door after him, "How can you say that? He's your family."

Anatole looked over his shoulder at her, "Would you ever willingly betray Lady Triana-no matter what she planned?"

Fiona paused at that.

Anatole raised an eyebrow demanding an honest answer.

Fiona shook her head, "No, never, but-"

"The Armin family has trained and provided servants to Vampires for centuries. So too has the Renaults. He carries the reputation of not only those two families but every servant in the InServ program," He ground out. to her, "His selfishness has shamed us all. The Armin's and the Renault's may never recover."

"But he's family," She growled back pointing to the door, "You can't just turn your back on-"

But Anatole would have none of that. He bowed his head courteously to her. "I wish you and your Mistress a safe journey." Then he turned to leave.

Fiona kept thinking on that as she returned to their room and tried to comfort Christian. Soon Triana returned and they left for the Landrover they had rented and the long drive to Dublin. Triana for some reason had left the main road and was heading deeper into the emerald fields of Ireland.

Fields just like the one she had come across Triana and a certain dangerous rogue vampire. Circumstances had forced her to leave Ireland and her Husband and darling young son Liam as Triana's servant. Her husband thought she had died a victim of bandits or wolves and eventually remarried. Little Liam had grown up without her being there for him as a mother should.

As Triana's servant Fiona had tried to turn her back on her homeland. It hurt too much to dwell on what she had lost. She had even left behind the distinctive Irish accent, but as the landrover passed through the gentle hills she had grown up climbing she couldn't help but feel nostalgic.

She turned to regard Christian. He was looking forlorn staring at his hands. His thoughts were probably on his own family.

"Where did you grow up," She asked him.

He turned his gaze to her before answering. "I grew up in a compound in the Caucuses owned by the Renault family."

"And did you climb trees and swing from branches the way young boys always do," She said with a glint of humor.

He shook his head. "I didn't have time. I had my studies and conditioning and testing. I'm the first child to be born of two of the great families in the InServ program. It was hoped I would have the deep exquisitely rich tasting blood of the Armin family and the exceptional physical attractiveness of the Renaults. All of their hopes of making the perfect servant for a vampire master or mistress hinged upon me."

"You're telling me you never went outside to play as a little boy," She said incredulously. In her three hundred years of life Fiona had met many servants from the InServ program. She knew they were raised and trained specifically to become servants, and had a reputation among certain segments of Vampire society as the finest servants to be had, but this was the first time she had asked much about what it was like during their formative years. "Not even once."

He cocked his head, "I'm sorry that must sound too unbelievable to you."

"What did you do for fun," She asked.

"I studied and practiced what I learned," He shrugged, "I had to excel. My family constantly tested me," He looked back down at his hands, "And I was punished very severely for shaming them with my failure."

"You're saying they beat you. A little boy," She said her tone tinged with the horrible thought of that happening to her own son, "That's monstrous."

He looked at her as if she wasn't getting it, "If I failed them I deserved to be beaten. It would be monstrous if they didn't punish me for not excelling in the program."

No, she couldn't get it. To Fiona childhood was meant to be a time to run through fields laughing and dreaming of what clouds looked like as they drifted overhead. The InServ program took something precious from Christian and all the other children who grew up in it.

But at least her little Liam had his chance to live long and free to play and to dream. She had made sure of that even if it had drove a dagger into her heart to let him do so without his mother there for him. All those scraped knees and sniffly noses had been denied her.

They watched the hills roll past the windows in silence. As was becoming ominously increasingly regular for her she started to fall into a deep sleep. It was so deep she even failed to dream. So deep she didn't respond to her Triana's command to awaken when they stopped. Her mind was a still pond with no current or eddies to distort it. It was serene like the grave. Her mistress' command echoed emptily in the corridors of her mind.
 
IC Triana Reeves

Triana had spent the majority of the drive in silence, listening as Fiona began to draw Christian out of his protective shell. Unlike her servant, Triana was well aware of the vigorous conditioning and training that went into the raising of an InServ. It was one of many reasons that she had never considered one when she had been ready for her first servant. the InServ’s were known for being made to serve their Master or Mistresses every whim, without thought of their own. They were trained to dismiss their own thoughts or feelings and ‘live to serve’. Triana had no time for a doormat. She wanted a living breathing sexy individual that fought every now and then. She adored the ones that squirmed, and not just because they knew she liked it.

Listening to the low drone of conversation, Triana found herself thinking of the private conversation she had held with Fiona after she had returned from finally selling her painting. She had instantly felt the tension in the room, Fiona’s outrage. She had wondered if she had misread Christian’s nature and for a brief moment thought perhaps he had made an inappropriate move toward Fiona, but quickly discounted it. She had questioned the other girl and understood. Christian’s grandfather would of course think his grandson had failed everything his family stood for and worked toward for countless years. It made a twisted sort of sense, but again, it was typical of vampire/human relations.

Personally, Triana’s opinion of Christian had risen quite a bit when she learned just what he had done. It redeemed his training slightly in her opinion at least! Triana could have also told his grandfather that they had been successful on many fronts; Christian’s blood was beyond compare. in fact, Triana knew she would have to take care with her new servant lest she drain him dry in a bloodlust frenzy…

Listening to their discussion of family and childhood, Triana rolled her eyes. She had been born a vampire herself, to a vampire couple that ranked high in their territory, but rather more mid level in the overall picture. She had spent her own childhood being drilled in policies, politics, pedantic ritual that if she questioned, it was explained as “this is the way it’s always been, as it always will be, so stop questioning it.” When she had turned 200 she had been encouraged to take her first servant. Her parents had chosen him for her and she had grudgingly accepted their ‘gift’.

They had been together for the entirety of his lifespan, and Triana had grown into the woman she was today with him. She had concluded that the things in her world that made no sense, were easily ignored. She became reclusive, retreating to her beloved mountains when her parents finally threw up their hands, giving up on changing the daughter with a vampires iron will. The secret of her odd ways had leaked out over time as such things often do and vampiric society had slowly turned its back on her. She didn’t care though, only mingling in society when required, or when she decided her home had too many art pieces in it and she needed to make room for more.

It was on one of those selling trips that she has met Lord Brian, Lord Mason, and even once Lady Lyssa herself. From them, she had learned, though it was never said out loud, that she wasn’t alone in her eccentric nature. If she had needed it, that would have given her the confidence to be herself, but in one way that she was true to her kind, Triana didn't do anything she didn’t want to do for one reason or another.

When her first servant died, Triana closed up her house and went to explore the world. She had been 537 years old when she had travelled to Ireland, Deava in tow. Deava had been newly turned and it wasn’t going to be long before she left Triana to pursue her power dreams. In fact, it had been Deava that had caused the two to meet in the first place. Each year, a vampire had to kill during feeding. it couldn’t be just anyone either. it had to be a pure soul, who was inherently good. If they did not do this, they would age and lose their power. Fiona was such a creature.

But it wasn’t time for Triana’s time and Deava was too young to need it yet. She was just past the bloodlust phase of her turning! No, Deava had just wanted to kill Fiona because she could. The council had put a cap on human kills of course, but if Deava wasn’t ready for her annual kill, she certainly wasn’t near her cap either. Triana had seen something in the innocent woman and had prevented the killing. She had instead ended her association with Deava and began cultivating Fiona, seeing her innocence as something to cultivate, then turn to her own end. It had worked well.

As Triana pulled into the drive of the still inn she glanced into the mirror fondly catching sight of her servants sleeping peacefully, lulled by both quiet conversation and the hypnotic hum of the car. Automatically, she sent instructions to Fiona about caring for her Mistresses needs, then frowned. Her ‘sending had been met with silence. There was nothing, not even R.E.M. Triana turned the car off and turned to the back seat, her eyes worriedly examining the girl.

For 306 years, Fiona had been her servant. From the time of the third marking, a servant had about 300 years. Fiona had been blessed with longer, but it was clear her time was running out. Her naps became more frequent, and took longer to wake up from. Triana nibbled her lip. One day, Fiona was going to go to sleep, and just not wake up. from the frequency of these catnaps, Triana knew it was likely going to be sooner than later too, and that made her heart ache. Pensively, Triana’s eyes turned to the inn, then back to her servant. It was a good thing, that Triana had decided to bring Fiona here now…

Turning her attention to Christian instead, Triana’s mood lifted a little. She had been peripherally aware of her new servant’s thoughts and suppressed emotions all day, but had muted them to background noise. Now she opened herself up to him and sent a wake up call.

A scene formed in his mind;

He was naked, his body chained to the same table as before, the one he had experienced so much agony on. But instead of pain, his body was enveloped in warmth and comfort, despite the bonds that trapped him securely. A shadowy figure, indistinct except for the impression of femininity moved toward him and trailed a cool hand over his flesh. the woman’s hands clawed, and traced from the hollow of his neck to just above his pubic bone, scraping teasingly against his skin. Those devilish fingers teased his male nipples to firm points, tweaked them, tickled and petted.. then they wandered down, over his thighs and back up, the pads of her fingers touching his cock as it stirred against his stomach.

Then the figure moved, and he could see she wore what seemed to be a silken robe. It parted slightly as she moved, climbing onto the table with him and straddling his body. She leaned forward, letting him glimpse the soft curve of her breasts, confirming that she was very naked underneath it. He would be able to tell that she had long blonde hair now, as it brushed across him when her head dropped, her mouth teasing the skin of his neck. he almost felt the scrape of her fangs against his skin then came the words. the words that would bring him up from that dreamlike state to full wakefulness instantly.
”Wake up Christian, your Mistress has need of you now!”

When his eyes opened Triana was watching him with a hawk like gaze. She smiled at him, exposing the tips of her sharp fangs. out loud, she said, “I am tired, and have been driving far too long. I would like you to wake the innkeeper and obtain a north facing room for a couple days. I am sure you know the precautions needed to be comfortable there. Fiona,” Triana’s eyes marked her servant, just now beginning to stir, “Is unable to complete them. Your first task for your new Mistress is to see to her comfort.” Triana’s eyes sparkled in the predawn light as she boldly staked her claim on her new servant.



IC Daeva Rao

Daeva cursed as she made her way through the foothills, trailing Christian doggedly. How unbecoming was it to trot along after her useless servant like some dog? She had no choice though; Christian was a relatively new servant to her, and she was still quite young. She had to stay close to him incase she lost the link between them. She needed that link! She wasn’t ready to meet the hunters...besides, if she couldn’t reach Christian, how was she supposed to make him pay?

As dawn began to break, she sought shelter in a shallow cave, her hatred for her former servant and for Triana grew exponentially. If it wasn’t for Triana she could have at least been in a bigger cave!
 
IC: Christian Armin-Renault

He was not sure what Lady Triana was to him. Was he her new servant? Which was odd since the council had forbade more than one servant for any vampire centuries ago. In the era before the council, what the rest of the world called the dark ages, vampires were cloistered in clans that fought hideously bloody feuds with one another with entire armies of human servants as foot soldiers. The bloodshed and atrocities had brought the entire Vampire race to the very edge of extinction. Until Queen Lyssa ended the feuding and created the council to govern grievances and regulate vampire society as it struggled back from the brink of self-annihilation into the new modern era of today.

One of the first laws the council passed was to limit the number of servants any vampire could have to only one. They would provide sustenance to their master or mistress for both blood and sex alone as well as any other need, but never to wage war at their masters' command again.

Perhaps Lady Triana had only taken him as a second servant out of pity. Perhaps the council had allowed it out of pity as well. Christian did not like that notion. It was his place to serve them, not the other way around. It made him feel as if he were nothing more than a burden to them.

It hadn't been long in the drive before Christian had fallen asleep. Who could blame him? He was still exhausted from the ordeal he had suffered that morning back in the castle, and the rolling hills of Ireland meandered past the windows and with the stars and half-moon hanging in the night sky above them as the Landrover traveled down the highway towards Dublin. Sleep claimed him and he sagged in his seat, at a level of peace he had not known in years sweeping him off to dream.

Mistress Deava-correction-his former Mistress Deava disliked when he dreamed when he did not dream of her. She often slipped into them and veered them to dreams of servicing her like he did when awake. So the path into his subconscious was open and well trod for Triana to do the same now.

Within this dream he was back on the table he'd been put through hell on in the depths of the castle they had left hours ago. He was chained to it naked. The labroom he had been earlier was now pitch black save for a bright light directly overhead of him and shining a spotlight directly upon him atop the table. That was the only lightsource in the room. He lay there passively. He was calm and still. He never struggled when bound. He had learned as a boy not to panic or struggle in them. He had learned to sleep in bondage safe and sound.

Something in the shadows moved. Christian turned his head watching it as it approached him. When it did he could see it was someone in a long black robe with the hood up and pulled down over the face to conceal her features. He could tell she was a woman by the way the folds of the robe fell over the swell of breasts on her chest or the sway in the area where her hips would be as she stepped up to the table. She stopped and extended her arm swallowed in a billowing sleeve all the way to the fingernails. That hand touched the side of his neck and over the hollow.

Christian's eyes drifted shut at the sensual touch, and then shot open as her nails dug in and scratched down over the part of his pecs and his ribcage and his abs down to his lower belly making him arch his back off the surface of the table pressing into it. Then those fingers teased and pinched his nipples until they were hard little nubs for her and he was straining, begging for more from her, but she moved on from there down over the muscles of his thigh then on the way up the pads of her fingers traced up the underside of his cock.

She moved down to the foot of the table and turned to face him. Christian peered into the hood trying to see who this was, but the downlight was too great. The woman's face was swallowed up in shadows. Then her foot lifted and planted on the outside of his motion parting the robe in a narrow strip of bare flesh all the way down for a moment before she lifted herself gracefully to stand on the table standing over him.

Christian could see the part in the robe revealing the center line of her body from the valley between her succulent full breasts down to a hairless vagina. She took a step up the table and another giving him the sensual feeling of the material of the robe brushing over the skin of his feet and legs. The table shook as she dropped to her knees on either side of him over his hard cock pressing it down against his stomach with the bare lips of her sex. She was wet, so very wet. It would be the simplest of maneuvers for her to slide her sex up his shaft dip her hips and fit his head within her.

"Who are you," He asked the question burning in his soul. Her face was still masked within shadows, but he was getting the feeling that he should know who this mysterious woman was.

She leaned forward long strands of golden blonde hair spilling out from the hood as she did. The hooded head bent down and he felt her lips tracing up the side of his neck and then back down. Her tongue slid along his jugular over the indentations Mist-his former Mistress that is-left on the side of his neck. He felt the press of fangs over those two tiny divots, and the breath caught in his throat at that. The idea that this robed women would stake claim on that place that was his mist-his former mistress'-it was frightening and exhilarating at the same time. Like she was making what was Lady Rao's and making it hers.

A word, an idea was forming in his head of who this woman was. It was on the tip of his tongue.

”Wake up Christian," Came the voice from her though the fangs didn't move but to press tighter into those two diviots to the point of drawing blood, "Your Mistress has need of you now!”

"Mistress." The word finally emerged out of his mouth as his eyes shot open as he awoke in his seat. He saw her watching him from the driver's seat. hazel eyes, so grey they were cool like hardened steel piercing whatever she gazed upon, and they pierced into him now.

"Mistress," He repeated the word that meant so much.

She smiled lips pulling back revealing her fangs to his gaze, and Christian suddenly wanted to feel them against his throat for real and more. He was an InServ Servant the sight of a vampire's fangs, the glimmer of the predator they actually were provoked that part of him the program had cultivated over his lifetime that desired to kneel, to obey, to be possessed. It was the only selfish desire an InServ servant was allowed to have.

“I am tired, and have been driving far too long. I would like you to wake the innkeeper and obtain a north facing room for a couple days." Mistress Triana stated, "I would like you to wake the innkeeper and obtain a north facing room for a couple days. I am sure you know the precautions needed to be comfortable there."

"Yes Mistress, only..." He turned to her other servant. She like him were fast asleep, but only she had not awakened yet. And she had shifted in her seat curling her feet under her and laying her head against his shoulder. She slept still, at peace, like a baby. He didn't want to disturb her, but as the servant that had served Lady Triana longer the errand to arrange rooms at the inn should fall to her. Thankfully Fiona began to stir.

"Fiona,” She said eyes shifting to the awakening servant leaning against his shoulder, “Is unable to complete them. Your first task for your new Mistress is to see to her comfort.”

"Yes Mistress," He nodded his understanding of the task he was meant to perform.

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IC: Fiona Adair

"I'm up, Triana," Her eyes slowly opened to focus on Triana. She hid it well, but Fiona knew her Mistress better than anyone in the world. She had been worried that this was that last time. That Fiona would pass on and leave her. Triana like a lot of vampires weren't ones that accepted change very well, and the looming inevitability of losing Fiona was a change that deeply upset her. They never spoke about it, not even over their link. "You can damned well stop shouting at me in my mind now."

There. That would show her that she was fine. The attitude in her remark would earn her a damnably fierce spanking-or whatever punishment Triana's fiendishly inventive imagination could conjure-later on, but that was a trade off Fiona would make every time to focus her mistress' mind away from worrying over her, or worrying over something even Triana Reeves was powerless to prevent from happening.

But she wasn't dead yet at least.

Fiona slowly lifted her head off of Christian's shoulder. She looked up at him as his blue eyes patiently looked down at her. "Sorry for making you my pillow,"

"I didn't mind if Mistress doesn't mind," He replied smokily. Damn, he was a little too sexy to be safe, "I fell asleep too, actually."

"I need to go and arrange rooms for us," He said opening the landrover's door. As he slid out Fiona noticed the bulge in the area of his crotch. Her eyes shifted knowingly to Triana. There were so many mornings that she had awakened wet and panting ready and yearning for her Mistress' touch over the last three hundred years.

"How long were you trying to wake me this time," She asked after Christian had closed the door and walked off towards the front doors of the inn.

When Triana told her she looked at her and her voice broke with a momentary surge of emotion. "I'm sorry."

She didn't want to die. She wanted to live and to stay with her mistress and even get to know Christian better, but the universe or fate or god or whatever-had never listened to what Fiona Adair had wanted before. There was no reason to expect it to do so in this.

Her time was nearly up. There was no getting around that. These could very well be the last days of her long life.

She swallowed down the emotion. She would be strong for Triana, and she would not squander these last moments with her. "It's good that you already have a replacement for me. When my time comes you won't be left without someone to serve you."

Through the landrover's windshield she saw Christian beating on the door as the inside lights came on. The door opened and a red-headed woman wrapped up in a nightgown and housecoat answered the door.

Her hand found Triana's and gave a squeeze to comfort herself more than her Mistress.

Then she saw herself in the rear-view mirror and in horror she raised her free hand to her head. One side of her hair was sticking up like a cow had licked her there. "My hair! I have just-slept on a man's shoulder-hair!"

Fiona reached in her bag for her hairbrush. Triana had spent a long time on brushing her hair earlier. They often brushed eachother's hair...in some ways it was an act more intimate than making love. To see something her mistress spent so much effort on looking just right get so fucked around with.

No, not on Fiona's watch. Not this morning. Hairbrush in hand she ran it through her disorderly chestnut locks. She looked out the windows. It was early morning but still dark. Outside was an European village silent and still at this hour. "Where are we, anyway?"

Christian returned then. He bowed his head to Triana, "Mistress we have your room. It's facing the north at the end of the hall, but its only one. There's a fishing tournament in this village and the innkeeper told me she only had the one room available. We won't be able to get a second beside it as a buffer. That and the walls don't look very thick inside. You may wish to be circumspect about making noise when the three of us are inside the room. Also the innkeeper is making us a breakfast right now"

Christian opened her door for her and kneeled down in the inn's parking lot. "I hope I have fulfilled your orders adequately."
 
Triana looked at her servant as Christian left the car, shaking her head, laughing a little. Another Mistress would have smacked Fiona across the face or worse for her flippant comment not to mention the way Fiona had spoken to her without the appellation. But Triana had little time to insist or enforce such behaviours from her servants. She accepted them from persons like Christian, and treated it as a necessary evil when they were at the Gathering, but in some ways Triana appreciated the more subtle ways Fiona showed her submission.

Triana demanded obedience from her servant, and would have likely been shocked at willful disobedience without real cause. She thought nothing of punishments when they were required but Triana had never forgotten that her servant(s) were human first, and that Fiona at least, had come to her willingly and offered her the right to have the control she did over the other girl. Triana knew that Christian was likely going to take a lot more time to untrain, before Triana would be able to mold her new servant the way she wished. Selfishly perhaps, Triana hoped Fiona would live long enough to help with that.

For now though, in the lull while they waited for Christian to make the room arrangements, Triana said conversationally, “You really need a night of twisting beneath my ire my sweet. I think, everyone being rested of sorts, it will be time to introduce Christian to his new life.”

Carefully, Triana made no mention of Fiona’s comment about a new servant. The simple undeniable fact they both knew, was that Fiona could die that night. or the next. or another 5 years down the road. Thinking on the what ifs and living as though each day might be their last together just made for an uncomfortable life. Triana would continue to treat her servant as if every day was just like any other day, until that time came. Instead she chuckled at Fiona’s attempts to straighten her sleep mussed hair, her hazel eyes sparkling with its usual mix of lust and humour.

As Christian turned from the door toward the car again, Triana said softly, “You look gorgeous Fiona, well coifed, or with that delightful freshly fucked look. Slept on a mans shoulder look is different, but cute.” With that she turned her attention to Christian who had just opened the car door and leaned in to speak with his Mistress.

"Mistress we have your room. It's facing the north at the end of the hall, but its only one. There's a fishing tournament in this village and the innkeeper told me she only had the one room available. We won't be able to get a second beside it as a buffer. That and the walls don't look very thick inside. You may wish to be circumspect about making noise when the three of us are inside the room. Also the innkeeper is making us a breakfast right now"

Triana watched, her eyes narrowing as Christian opened her door and knelt before her. A glance at the parking lot, specifically at the rocks and pebbles strewn everywhere made her frown slightly. For the moment though, all she said was “Thank you Christian, you have done well. I can already see why many choose an InServ servant.” Triana had to bite back the sarcasm. It was true that Christian had done precisely what she had asked. But in that one snapshot she also knew just how much work would be required. It would be a fun challenge though…

for now though, she said, “The location of the room is more important than the buffer I suppose. We will just have to be quiet.” Her smile widened into one that was wickedly feral. I think a bite to eat and a nap is definitely in order.” Her eyes rested for a moment on Fiona who had now exited the car as well. “If you both wake before I do, you may leave the room and explore. I don’t believe we will be back for a long time so you may as well make the most of it.”

Getting out of the car she stretched, her lithe form looking long and lean in the predawn glow, the flat plane of her stomach showing as sarched her back, working out the kinks. Then, knowing her servants would handle her light luggage, she led the way to the inn, making smooth apologies for the earliness of their arrival, and thanking the woman for troubling herself with their comfort and breakfast.

Shortly, the three were seated around the small kitchen table where an array of toast, eggs, bacon and fresh home made jam had been laid out. Triana took a piece of toast, a small scoop of eggs and a piece of crisp bacon onto her plate, then waited while Fiona and Christian divvied up the rest. Nibbling on the toast, she enjoyed the fresh taste of the jam, but was only able to eat a few bites. She shoved the egg to the side of her plate, knowing she wouldn’t be able to enjoy it and another thing, then settled back in her seat with her prize; the bacon. As a vampire she might not be able to digest real food very well, but she did enjoy the taste, and bacon was one of her favourites.

The innkeeper had asked if they required anything, and after Triana assured her they would be fine, went back to bed, apologizing, explaining that she had guests and a young son that would soon be up. Once the kitchen was quiet, she regarded her two servants with something close to a smirk. “Now that we have the kitchen to ourselves, I am far too tempted to strip you both naked right here. Finish breakfast and meet me in our room...I wish to have a few minutes first.” She stated this last pointedly looking at Christian’s plate that was still half full, knowing instinctively that if she had simply expressed a desire to go to her room, he would likely have abandoned his breakfast, when he would need it. The smells of the fried food was also becoming overpowering, and she retreated gracefully.

Once in their room, she smiled seeing her suitcase laid neatly on the rooms single chair opened, with her wrap laid out and wondered if Christian might have had a hand in that… She stripped off her travel clothes quickly. She pulled on a thong up her long legs and over her firm ass, then added the sheer wrap. Yanking the suitcase off the chair she took a seat then glanced around, wondering idly where the other cases had been put. spotting them in the closet, she smiled, more convinced than ever that one of her servants had some involvement in the way the room had been set up.

The door opened and Christian entered, followed by Fiona. Triana smiled at them both, one leg hooked over the arm of the chair, leg swinging idly. She asked generally, “Are either of you tired?” Receiving a negative, she let the hanging leg drop to the floor and stood. To Fiona she stated, “I think it’s time we made Christian feel welcome. Fiona, you are going to help me, but I think, due to your smart mouth earlier, you will be the last to receive pleasure today, and it won’t come from the usual methods.” Smiling wickedly at the girl she ‘spoke on their private path, outlining the basics of what she had in mind. plan in place, Triana stepped forward and looked at Christian. “strip for me, let me enjoy the sight of my new Servant. I have seen the muscles you hide beneath your clothes and have wanted to see more for some time, in better circumstances.” It was the only reference she made to the way she had found him before. Avidly, she watched as each piece of clothing came off with seductive slowness. With each bit of bared skin, Triana resolved that Christian would likely wear very, very little when they got home! at least for the first little while.

When he had finally disrobed, she licked her lips and pointed at the floor, reinforcing it with, “Kneel…” When he dropped to his knees, Triana stepped forward until the soft mound of her tummy pressed against his nose. Her wrap had parted slightly with her movement so his nose touched warm, silky smooth flesh, would breathe in her clean scent with each breath. She adjusted the wrap so his head was covered by it, the close darkness cutting off his sight. She knew too, that the scent of her arousal would fill his nostrils and heighten his own excitement. She looked at Fiona and nodded, indicating that the girl should disrobe as well.

A glance down at Christian’s shrouded head, Triana sent “Taste your Mistress Christian… taste how wet you have made her. Through the panties of course.” She sighed audibly as his mouth began to move against her thigh, easing upward under the folds of her robe. Triana widened her stance, causing her thighs to part slightly, and more as she tilted her hips. Like all of her kind, she was naturally hairless from the shoulders down, and knew that the panties would provide a scant barrier indeed to the proof of her arousal soaking the material.

Glancing at Fiona who was now naked, She pointed soundlessly at Christian, her mental command instructing her in the daisy chain she wished to form. but before she could assume the position, Triana spoke, her voice husky with desire. “In the front of my case Fiona, you will find a little something I picked up at the gathering. I’m sure you can figure out the purpose… But I get the remote.”

What's in Triana's suitcase

When Fiona had gained the double penetration vibrator and positioned it, handing Triana the remote, Triana smiled at her and whispered, “Remember, you last. Welcome Christian with me now…” Triana smiled as Fiona slid under Christian’s body and began sucking his cock with expertise. Waiting a few seconds, Triana switched on the remote and smiled as Fiona jumped slightly in time to the pulsing vibrations in both her ass and pussy.

Christian was very talented, and Triana wasn’t holding back. She also was aware of both the hour, and the nearness of the other guests, so when she began to cum against his tongue, instead of moaning loudly outloud, she opened her mind and flooded both of her servants with the intense waves of pleasure she was feeling instead.
 
IC: Christian Armin-Renault and Fiona Adair

“You really need a night of twisting beneath my ire my sweet. I think, everyone being rested of sorts, it will be time to introduce Christian to his new life.”

Those words had sent a quiver of both fear and desire down Fiona's spine to center in a certain body-part making her wiggle a little in the back seat of the landrover. No one knew her better than Triana, and that was not even counting the fact that she was in her head. It wouldn't be the first time she 'twisted beneath Triana's ire'. She had a way of making such corrections both terrible and wonderful at the same time. Fiona also loved the cleansed feeling she always got afterwards of such nights and the beautifully intimate moments of after-care between them. She both dreaded and longed for it.

How would Christian fit into that. She didn't want him to feel like a third-wheel and hoped Triana would see to it that he wouldn't, but by the same token she didn't want the specialness of what she and her mistress had together changed with the addition of another servant. She and Triana had enjoyed another person lots of times in the past, but those were other servants like poor Lien Yi given as a gift for a night from Lord Dyson, or the odd male in a bar or restaurant in town that had caught Triana's eye.

This time with Christian as Triana's second servant it would be different and Fiona wondered if that difference would be good or bad. She'd just have to trust Triana to manage it all. If anyone could it would be her mistress.

Now she was brushing her ruffled hair looking out the windows trying to figure out just where they were. They could've stuck to the main road to Dublin rather than heading out into the country. Triana hadn't said why she had gone all the way out to this quaint little village either.

She hadn't been to her homeland since leaving it as Triana's first-marked servant. She had tried to leave it behind her then, viewing that version of herself as dead and this new Fiona Adair servant to a Vampire was born. Now though the sights and sounds, the very air brought out those long buried memories back to her. This little village could very well be her village with three hundred years passing.

This was Ireland. This was her home. It was good to see it, to breathe its air one last time before she passed on.

She saw Christian had turned from the inn's door and started heading back to the landrover when Triana stated, “You look gorgeous Fiona, well coifed, or with that delightful freshly fucked look. Slept on a mans shoulder look is different, but cute.”

She giggled with a nod at that compliment. Anything to lighten her sudden maudlin mood.

Christian opened the door for Mistress Triana and lowered to his knees informing her, "Mistress we have your room. It's facing the north at the end of the hall, but its only one. There's a fishing tournament in this village and the innkeeper told me she only had the one room available. We won't be able to get a second beside it as a buffer. That and the walls don't look very thick inside. You may wish to be circumspect about making noise when the three of us are inside the room. Also the innkeeper is making us a breakfast right now"

He lowered his eyes suppliantly, "I hope I have fulfilled your orders adequately." He had kneeled on a pebble and it was digging into the skin of his knee through his slacks, but he ignored the discomfort as irrelevant against hers as he had been trained to.

“Thank you Christian, you have done well." She said, "I can already see why many choose an InServ servant.”

What she said was a complimentary sentiment, and normally Christian would be pleased he had accomplished her orders, but he also detected a slight sarcastic note to her tone of voice as she said it. Christian's heart dropped. What had he done wrong? He had fulfilled her wishes, hadn't he? Should he have tried harder to empty the adjacent rooms as a buffer for his mistress' privacy?

He excelled at being her servant, at least that was his one goal before dying when Mistress Rao was tracked down and killed killing him too the moment she dropped dead. But all he could do now it seemed was fail at that calling, but it wasn't the first time he had failed to meet expectations.

“The location of the room is more important than the buffer I suppose. We will just have to be quiet.” She continued with a wry predatory grin, "I think a bite to eat and a nap is definitely in order.”

The back door opened and Fiona slipped out of the landrover. She turned looking thoughtfully at the buildings in the village, "You haven't said where we are yet, Triana."

Triana glanced over to her and answered her question albeit a little obliquely, “If you both wake before I do, you may leave the room and explore. I don’t believe we will be back for a long time so you may as well make the most of it.”

Fiona tapped him on the shoulder. "Get up. You look like a Rodin sculpture kneeling there like a fool."

He raised up brushing his slacks off and noticing the bare strip of tummy Mistress Triana showed as she got out of the car and stretched her arms above her head. "But I was taught to kneel when reporting an errands results to my mistress."

"Yeah. Wrong idea, InServ boy," Fiona shook her head, "Triana doesn't respect servants who kneel before she tells them to do so."

Triana began to walk off towards the inn but Fiona motioned him over to the back of the rover.

"So that was the mistake I made that displeased Mistress," He concluded following after her.

Fiona opened the back of the landrover. "No that wasn't it. Not with her. That was your mistake with me."

"You," Christian asked off put by the older servant, "But-"

"Fortunately for us Triana believes in traveling light," She said handing him a suitcase. "You think my opinion of you doesn't matter."

"Not above hers." He said automatically taking two of the suitcases in his arms. That left a third and the smaller one for her to carry to their room.

"Good answer, but wrong," She said closing the hatch of the landrover and making for the inn's door.

He followed after her. "I've never heard a vampire's servant say such a thing before."

"Well I'm glad to be the first then," She looked at him as she opened the door, "Seriously Christian, to serve her like you want you're going to have to learn a lot and forget a lot more."

They took the luggage upstairs to the room facing north at the end of the hall. It wasn't a large room. An old style bed dominated most of the space. But it had four bed posts that would be perfect for Triana to tie one or both of them down to it. Other than that there was a wardrobe, an old fashioned standing mirror and a single chair.

Christian placed Triana's suitcase on the chair and zipped it open as Fiona placed theirs within the wardrobe. There were many soft and silky things within. A negligee, a sarong, some blouses, and even a Vancouver Canucks hockey jersey. He turned to her and asked, "What would mistress like to wear when she gets up here?"

"What would you like her to wear," Fiona said closing the wardrobe, "I'd like her to be wearing nothing but her birthday suit or maybe my favorite strap-on in the other suitcase."

Christian shook his head, "I'm asking what she would prefer to be left out for her."

Fiona smiled, "And I'm answering your question, Christian. What would you like her to wear for your first time with her?"

Christian looked aghast at her. Choosing what he'd like her to wear instead of choosing precisely what she'd prefer went against everything he'd been taught. "My desires aren't relevant to this. The only thing that is our mistress' desires. We serve her, not the other way around."

"You don't get it yet," Fiona said stepping over to the suitcase and looking through the choices. "Triana isn't like the vampires you've trained to serve. She will want to wear what turns you on specifically because it will turn her on." She gestured to the clothes inside. "Would you like her to wear the negligee. We got it the last time we were in Paris a year or two ago."

He looked at her and shook his head. "An InServ servant dedicates his or herself to serving their mistress' desires alone."

"I'll help you out then," She pulled out a sarong and laid it and a pair of panties out over the top of the suitcase. "I saw you looking at her bare tummy when Triana got out of the car. This will flutter open and make a game of peek-a-boo with it for you."

"Are you making fun of me," He asked.

"Only a little, Christian," She said gesturing to the door, "Come on, I'm getting a little hungry and chances are we'll need a lot of energy for what will come later."

Christian followed her downstairs and into the kitchen of the inn where Triana was apologizing to the woman slaving away over a hot stove for their arrival so early in the morning. Christian sat beside Triana at the kitchen table but Fiona had stopped and was peering closely at a newsclipping on the wall. The picture was of a soldier in the uniform of the United Kingdom Army. In it he was kneeling in profile and using a tongue depressor on a young Afghan boy. She peered closer at it something about that soldier...seemed very familiar. She'd never seen him before in her long life of course, but there was something about the line of his nose and those eyes...they seemed oddly familiar to her. Had she met that soldier somewhere before?

The innkeeper was placing three plates of sausage, eggs, toast with jam, bacon , and ham for them on the table when she noticed Fiona's interest in the picture. "That's my husband, Sullivan. God willing he'll return home in a few more weeks."

Fiona looked to her and nodded her thanks. "He just looks familiar to me for some reason." She shrugged walking over and taking her seat at the table for her breakfast.

"Well if there's nothing else," The innkeeper said, "I have several guests that will rise come sun up for the tournament, and a four year old upstairs." She made for the steps upstairs. "So I'll leave you to your breakfast and try to catch some sleep as well. My name is Erin, and I hope you find your stay at the inn pleasant."

“Now that we have the kitchen to ourselves," Triana stated savoring a piece of her bacon, "I am far too tempted to strip you both naked right here."

Christian frowned down at his plate. There was so much fatty, greasy, fried food here. He had practiced dieting and working out since he was eleven to make his body as attractive to his mistress as possible. He had even learned to cook his own meals to gourmet restaurant standards as well as preparing meals for his mistress and any guests she cared to serve. Vampires since they couldn't eat a lot liked small dishes that packed a lot of varied and well-balanced flavors on the plate.

But seeing that Triana gave him ample incentive, "Finish breakfast and meet me in our room...I wish to have a few minutes first.”

She got up to leave and head upstairs. Christian tried to finish his ham and the sausage. At least he was able to finish the tomatoes and the fried egg. He glanced to Fiona who was eating but still peering at the photo of the soldier.

"I can't get past the feeling that I should know who that man is," She told him when she noticed him watching her.

"Maybe you have met him," He suggested eating some of the toast with the homemade jam, "You and mistress has been around the world a few times, right?"

"No," She shook her head, "Him I'd remember-he just looks like someone I should know."

Christian looked down at the plate. He hadn't really made a real dent, and he was counting the extra minutes he'd have to spend in his workout routine.

"Come on, Christian," She said getting up from the table and heading to the sink. "Let's clean our plates and go back upstairs. It's not a good idea to keep Triana waiting too long."

With that they cleaned off and washed their plates and headed upstairs. In their room they found Triana had changed into the sarong and was lounging in the chair. One long leg raised over the arm of the chair presenting the long smooth toned length of it to their gaze. Triana was stunningly beautiful, and the look she gave the two of them could melt ice.

"Are either of you tired?” She asked them.

Both shook their heads their eyes never leaving the sight of her.

She rose to her feet and sashayed-or rather stalked-towards them eyes leveling on Christian. Christian had remembered his training and lowered his eyes but was captivated by the motion of the wrap. Hed together over her breasts every step made it flutter showing glimpses of flat tummy and the barely there white silk thong covering her hairless pussy. “I think it’s time we made Christian feel welcome," She told Fiona, "Fiona, you are going to help me, but I think, due to your smart mouth earlier, you will be the last to receive pleasure today, and it won’t come from the usual methods.”

Fiona nodded both dreading and hungering for whatever her mistress had in mind. Speaking of which an image from Triana flashed over their link. She smiled in wicked anticipation as she nodded again to her that she understood Triana's plans.

“strip for me, let me enjoy the sight of my new Servant." She ordered Christian, "I have seen the muscles you hide beneath your clothes and have wanted to see more for some time, in better circumstances.”

Fiona watched as Christian immediately set about fulfilling their mistress' command. He did it slow without hesitation providing them a show without the theatrics of a male stripper. Leisurely he undid button after button of his shirt casually pulling it over his shoulders and baring his chest and abs to Triana's eyes. Fiona liked the roll of his shoulders and shift of his weight to casually tighten his abs and pecs for Triana's gaze as the shirt was pulled down his arms. He folded the shirt neatly and laid it on the floor bending over at the waist to let Triana see the tightening of his slacks over his buttocks and the muscles of his back as he stood back up.

Fiona had to give it to Christian's inheritance from the Renaults. That side of his family was renowned for breeding the most beautiful servants and Christian was a stellar example of the generations of their efforts in that regard. He was magnificent, strong and lithe and sinfully delicious like chocolate cake with V-shaped torso.

Turning back to face Triana he used the motion to undo and pull his belt from his pants and curled it into a loop and laid it atop the folded shirt. Then with his back to her he unbuttoned his pants and began slowly pushing them over his hips.

Fiona bit her lip as the pants slid down baring his buttocks to her gaze. On his left cheek was Christian's mark from Deava Rao. It was a wheel of letters in Sanskrit on the meet of his glute. All vampire servant's when they received the second mark from the master or mistress developed a mark on their body similar to a tattoo that signified their master in some way.

Fiona hated that he still carried a mark of ownership from that woman but at least on that hip she saw Triana's tigress stretching out a paw over the wheel as if it was just about to stamp it out of existence from Christian's soul.

The pants were folded just as neatly as the shirt and laid over them. His shoes and socks soon joined them, and he stood before Triana completely naked and completely calm about it. Most servants with a new mistress shivered either in worry or doubt over baring themselves so brazenly before them, but not Christian. He stood calm and confident knowing he was beautiful and allowing Triana's eyes to roam every inch of skin.

Fiona leaned forward to get a glimpse at his cock. That too was handsome. She judged it just above the average length with a good width and standing out proud and strong from his shaved pubic area. Knowing a little of what Triana had in mind for this to go she was looking forward to getting to know it up close and personally.

Taking her time Fiona watched Triana look over her new property. “Kneel…” She licked her lips and pointed down at the floor before her.

Christian complied the moment the word passed her lips. Then his Mistress stepped forward placing one foot each on the floor beside him so her toes touched the outside of his knees. This brought the mound of her sex and the thin fabric of her G-string was pressing against the tip of his nose. The part of her sarong brushing over his face as the scent of her arousal, strong and sensual, claimed his nostrils.

She closed the wrap around his head enclosing his head in a dark world only of his face, the silken feel of her skin against the tip of his nose and the enthralling aroma of her desire. Despite his training Christian was still a man. His cock was as hard as a steel girder from inhaling that proof of his mistress' desire for his body.

She looked to Fiona and nodded, and Fiona nodded in return her understanding. She wished she draw it out as casually and as confidently as Christian had, but she was too fired up and impatient to get to the good stuff to make it a show. She pulled off her sweater and pants flinging them onto the floor in a disordered pile until she was just as naked as Christian. She stood still like he had but on the inside she was jumping up and down to get on with it.

“Taste your Mistress Christian…" Came her voice over their link in Christian's mind, "Taste how wet you have made her. Through the panties of course.”

His tongue reached out a slowly traced her inner thigh up to the part of her lips through the soaked material of her underwear. She sighed and tilted her hips as his tongue found her clit through the fabric and strummed over with the rapid but light licking technique called the hummingbird.

The image came to Fiona's mind of their mistress' plan again as Triana pointed down towards Christian. She also said, “In the front of my case Fiona, you will find a little something I picked up at the gathering. I’m sure you can figure out the purpose… But I get the remote.”

Fiona had to keep from running over to the suitcase. She pulled out a double ended remote controlled vibrator. Her eyes darkened looking over it. She put it between her legs and began to work it in. Over the years she had learned to accept things a lot more decadent and larger within her pussy or ass, but this took a little bit of time to push the buttplug in dry. The vibrator had no issues, she was wet enough already to lubricate the grand canyon. Finally when both were in there she hesitated for a second before reaching out and handing Triana the remote to thing.

Taking it Triana looked over to her in that smugly domineering manner that made Fiona want to alternately smack her and bow down and kiss her feet-probably the latter-Fiona at first tried to resist and struggle but Triana-just by the force of her personality-had a way of smoothing over the rough edges like a gentle current over a river rock.

“Remember, you last," She whispered to her with a knowing smirk that brought that long lost urge to smack her for being so insufferably her back for a moment, "Welcome Christian with me now…”

She got down onto the floor a little gingerly as she had a foreign object lodged in both her pussy and her ass. Fiona then wriggled herself between Triana's legs and under Christian. There she came face to face with Christian's cock. She reached out and wrapped her fingers over the base. As a young wife she had never paid much attention to her husband, Patrick's, cock. Back then the act of sex was a duty to her husband, something to grin a bear it until it was shortly over with, but as Triana's servant she'd learned to appreciate her own sensuality and sexual desires including a fascination with male genitalia.

Fiona extender her tongue and lazily swirled it over Christian's tip. Now she enjoyed performing fellatio almost as much as she did performing cunnilingus. There was something paradoxically so submissive but empowering at the same time. The end of her tongue swept up a pearl of his precome but suddenly gasped as Triana turned on the vibrators. Her pelvis jumped with its vibrations. She hoped that this was the highest setting. She didn't think she would be able to last long if this thing could go any faster. She tried to put it into the back of her mind by concentrating on taking Christian as far into her mouth while using her tongue to trace the veins along the shaft.

Christian was in his element. Having Fiona pleasure him was of no consequence. It was something going on in a different room. In this one it was just his mistress' G-string covered clit and pussy and his tongue and lips and teeth. Then he felt the sensations he was giving their mistress adding onto what Fiona was giving him. When she came apart it was wordless but in hallways of their mind it was as loud as a car alarm on sunday morning. Christian took a chance and raised his hands to her thighs to provide support in case the orgasm made his mistress' knees to buckle.

Fiona's hands balled into fists as the broadcasted orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. She was already close to the edge with the vibrators buzzing away within her holes but this brought her to hanging on the edge by a hair alone.

Christian continued his oral ministrations to Triana since he enjoyed servicing his mistress in this way.
 
Triana had seen the look Fiona’s expressive face had shown when she had pulled the toy from Triana’s suitcase. That spark of self was one of many things that Triana liked about her servant. It showed in one instant the fact that Fiona would do as her Mistress required, but she didn’t necessarily have to like it. Triana was thoroughly enjoying Christian’s talented tongue when Fiona finally had it inserted and had taken a position beneath Christian to begin sucking his cock before her amused whisper had sounded softly in Fiona’s mind, ”There was a small bottle of lube just under that my sweet...you could have used it…” Triana knew that Fiona hated her ways sometimes, but occasionally Triana liked to push her buttons just in such a way anyway. The slightly mutinous set of Fiona’s lips as she handed Triana the remote told her that those buttons were well and truly pushed. Which might have had something to do with why Triana turned the damned thing on at over half power to start, then slowly turned it back down.

Triana’s attention was divided between enjoying Christian’s attentions, tormenting Fiona and furthering her assessment of the current situation they found themselves in. The biggest reason Triana had been asked to take Christian as a second servant was not just the fact that she lived in such a remote location, making it a bit harder for Deava Rao to create havoc in the vampire society while the hunters tracked her down if she chose to retaliate against her former servant once more, but also because it was a well known fact that Triana’s servant was going to die soon. So the issue of her having two servants was expected to be a short lived problem.

As for Christian himself, Triana wondered how she was going to untrain him. His tongue was devilishly talented she acknowledged with a low moans shuddering against him, but the way he had been trained grated against her. even now, she could tell, with his head buried beneath her clothes, he had distanced himself to some extent. Emotionally detached from the things Fiona was doing to him, and that would never do. The only way this would work without inordinate friction between Fiona and Christian would be if they became a unit that worked together.

As Triana’s first orgasm crashed through her with the force of a train, her mind was already open that crack, sharing her pleasure with her servants but conciously she amplified it now, so that her pleasure became their own. But it brought its own problem. Fiona was obviously hanging onto her own release by the slimmest margin. Her body was shaking, her mind open and vulnerable to Triana’s attention. Instantly, Triana dialed back the vibrations rocking Fiona’s nether regions.

Reaching between her legs her fingers slid into Christian’s hair and drew him back from her twitching pussy. Her hand under his chin forced his gaze to hers and she stated quietly, “I told Fiona that she may not cum until you do Christian. These are not the games that you are accustomed to. You are now a member of my household, of my family, for however long it lasts. Join us Christian… If Fiona cums before you do, it isn’t her I will punish, because I know how hard she is trying.” As his eyes automatically dropped from her penetrating gaze She whispered, “Look at me when I speak to you Christian,” His eyes snapped to hers once more and was able to see the note of steely command in them. “I like to see your eyes when I speak to you Christian, because you are unfamiliar with my ways I will make allowances this time.”

Triana hadn’t intended on an etiquette lesson, but with Christian’s nature, Triana attempted to snag his mind and draw him into their circle with something he would be familiar with. She had noted his despondency when she had mentioned his training before and a part of her worried that he would see her correction as her pointing out another failing, but there was a deeper, darker fanged part of her that didn’t care what he thought about it either. Triana’s way of dealing with her servants might have been different than as was approved of, but her velvet manner simply covered the steel underneath.

Lesson imparted, Triana changed it up. Seeing Fiona struggling and not wishing her to suffer the humiliation of failure, she urged both servants up onto the bed, directing Christian to help Fiona up given the fact she was still filled both fore and aft with a pulsing vibrating beast whose sole goal was to make her cum. Providing direction, Triana soon had them both lying on their backs with a small space between them. Stepping back for a moment, Triana surveyed them both, admiring the smooth softness of Fiona’s body, the firm upthrust of her breasts, juxtaposed with the hard planes of Christian’s more masculine features.

Still studying them, Triana slipped the sarong from her shoulders, letting the silky material flutter unheeded to the floor. An observer might have found amusement in the fact the two women had no regard for their clothes and had left them all willy-nilly on the floor while Christians were almost fastidiously folded up. But Triana wasn’t thinking about that just then. She knew the sun had risen outside and was grateful for the thoughtfulness of her servants and the heavy draping of the windows. It would be a while yet before she needed to sleep…

Knowing both Christian and Fiona were watching her, Triana bent gracefully at the waist, her long hair slipping over her shoulders to caress her breasts as she slipped her panties off her hips. She then put one knee then the other on the bed, slipping between the other two. She trailed her fingers lazily up first Fiona’s inner thigh, then Christians, until her cool fingers brushed over their groins. Her position had her at about shoulder level and she leaned forward, breasts swaying invitingly.

“One for each I think…” She said this with a glance downward, waiting until they had lifted half off the bed, warm mouths closing and tugging hungrily at her nipples. Triana sighed with pleasure, her eyes half closed. Her hands began to move again, stroking Christians leg, pushing on an inner thigh, pulling on the other until he lay open to her touch, Fiona was already in the perfect spot, perhaps due both to experience with Triana’s preferences and the presence of the toy. either way, it didn’t matter, it was perfect and thats what counted.


Triana focussed on Christian for now, needing to bring him to the same level Fiona was at. Her fingers began to dance over his smooth balls, up, over the head of his cock, teasing, stroking bringing him a pleasure that he would associate as stronger, as it was from his Mistress. Fiona could and had done similar things before, but Triana knew the person doing it made a difference for him, at least for now. She filled his mind with images once more, including Fiona in her imagery even though the other girl knew of the places she meant, the imagery was equally stimulating. but this this time changing it up a little. She showed them the secluded places of her mountains, the ways she would bind him standing spread eagled between two trees, tormented with pleasure and pain entwined, he and Fiona bound together chest to chest, feeling the lick of Triana’s hands or whip as they danced together, kissing, turned on by both their Mistress and each other.

Triana’s goal was to show Christian that he and Fiona were a unit, at least for now. There would be times when Triana would chose to bond with one servant and not the other, but they were equal in many ways and would be treated as such.

When Christian’s breath came fast and shallow, his hips beginning to lift from the bed seeking her caress, Triana intensified the attention she paid to Fiona, her thumb finding her clit and circling it, flicking overtop as the pads of her long fingers pressed the toy deep inside her servant then released, letting Fiona’s inner muscles push it out for another slow thrust.

“Me too, both of you…” She growled invitingly and in moments, Christian and fiona’s hands had found their Mistresses soft wet folds and she was crying out softly.



* * * * * * *


Much later Triana lay feeling sleep roll over her in a call too powerful to resist. Christian and Fiona lay curled one on either side of her and she felt a bemused sort of comfort at their presence. Most nights she slept with Fiona, but it had been a long time since she had shared her sleeping place with a man. It was sort of nice.

Before slipping into sleep, she slipped into Christian’s mind once more, settign up blocks that Deava would struggle to break through. then she left him a suggestion that would trigger the moment he woke. Stay with Fiona when you wake. She will need you this day, as I need to rest and cannot be with her in person. I will reach her even though I sleep, but your physical presence may be a comfort. She has no idea where we are just now and I trust you to care for her as you would me until I can join you both Then she slept.
 
IC: Christian Armin-Renault and Fiona Adair

Fiona's hands balled into fists as the broadcasted orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. She was already close to the edge with the vibrators buzzing away within her holes but this brought her to hanging on the edge by a hair alone.

Christian continued his oral ministrations to Triana since he enjoyed servicing his mistress in this way. He could feel the silken lips of his fellow servant gliding over his cock, the teasing tongue sweeping over his head. Then the intake of breath in a gasp around him as Fiona struggled to hold off on coming as their shared mistress opened the flood gates of her pleasure through the hallways of their individual minds.

He was not immune to it. He was still just a man afterall, but he had learned to endure through pleasure as well as pain in his training as an InServ servant keeping the act of climax segregated from the act of sex until the moment his mistress commanded it-up to a point that is.

He was still just a man afterall and his mistress was very attractive and the knowledge that his service to her was the source of all the pleasure she was flooding their minds for did make it difficult to maintain that distance needed to hold off his orgasm. So when the moment came Christian could feel Fiona struggle and he did as well, but in keeping with his training he fought the urge to come back to that comfortable distance until commanded to let it go more successfully than Fiona being a found servant rather than one trained up from childhood like him.

He felt his Mistress' fingers curling though his hair pulling his head away from the wet panty covered sex he'd been diligently pleasuring. Her other hand took hold of his chin and lifted his face up to peer deep into her eyes. “I told Fiona that she may not cum until you do Christian."

He could feel Fiona panting against him, hanging on the edge.

"These are not the games that you are accustomed to. You are now a member of my household, of my family, for however long it lasts." Triana continued, "Join us Christian… If Fiona cums before you do, it isn’t her I will punish, because I know how hard she is trying.”

He had made another mistake. He had assumed she wanted to test his endurance like most vampires with a new servant would, when she had wanted to test his ability to coordinate with her and Fiona. He had dedicated his life to be the perfect servant to any vampire and here he had disappointed his new mistress twice in one hour. His family was right to cast him out in shame. He was a total failure. His eyes drifted away from hers unable to keep looking into them with the knowledge of how he let her down so much.

"Look at me when I speak to you Christian,” Noting the tone of command in her voice his eyes instantly shot back up to hers, “I like to see your eyes when I speak to you Christian, because you are unfamiliar with my ways I will make allowances this time.”

"I will obey, Mistress," He answered like a knight making a solemn vow. Triana was a different mistress than the vampires he had trained to serve, but an InServ servant learned and adapted quickly to meet the requirement of their mistress.

She had him help Fiona up onto their feet. Then she directed them both to lie down side by side on the bed.

Fiona glanced over to Christian as she lay down beside him. He looked so down for being scolded. She reached out took hold of his hand reassuringly. She looked down to the foot of the bed where Triana was pulling off her sarong. She bit her lip watching the lean lithe body she had gotten to know and love all too well over the centuries.

Before Triana the only person she had felt any sexual attraction to was her husband, Patrick.

Christian was grateful for Fiona's hand holding his. It was odd he'd always seen the other servant's as...not competitors exactly...but as rivals maybe. That wasn't the sense he was getting from Fiona. He wondered if this was what it was like to have a sister.

Christian had several sisters and brothers and cousins on both sides of his extensive family, but they were always rivals to be kept up with or to surpass in completing the training to becoming an InServ servant. He had never known a sibling as the outside world would consider it. Yet here he was with a new mistress and Fiona. Reaching out to him like a friend or the sister he had never known. He was uncertain how exactly to respond to it so he did nothing. He only allowed Fiona to hold his hand and watched as their mistress bent down making her golden hair fall over her face and breasts. Underneath the locks of hair he could see her eyes intent upon them both. They had a hungry gleam to them that roused any vampire's servant's need to fulfill that hunger.

Her panties slid slowly down over her hips and thighs to land on the floor at her feet. Triana then climbed up onto the bed on her knees over them. She looked down at both of them. Christian could feel the sweep of her eyes over his body like tracing fingertips over every plane and ridge of muscle he'd gained through a lifetime of diet and exercise.

Her fingertips traced the line up Fiona's inner thigh and then Christian's so slow it was torment of anticipation neither Christian or Fiona wanted to end until she reached the juncture of their legs and fleeting sweep of her fingers teasingly traced over their groins.

She leaned over them her blonde hair spilling down like a curtain between them. Triana looked down at Christian's cock stiff and upright and eager for more from her and then she moved her gaze over to look at the vibrator stuffed pussy of Fiona. Her hair was not the only thing hanging down from her body. Hanging like ripe cantaloupes were a pair of breasts between them.

“One for each I think…” She said contemplatively, and with that both Christian and Fiona reached up and took one. Raising his head he captured her nipple and began applying the same techniques to it as he did her clitoris just moments before. Beside him Fiona had done the same with the other. The hung licking and suckling, grazing teeth over the rising goosebumps of their mistress' breasts.

The sigh of pleasure and flutter of her eyes as they ministered their special attention to her breasts spurred them on to greater heights of devotion to their task.

Her hand began to stroke his inner thigh again coaxing him to open his legs up wider. Opening them to expose his cock and testicles to her fingers. Beside him Fiona seeing what was coming had already opened hers wide apart. The dual vibrators were still going within her sex and ass. They were keeping her at a low boil at their mistress' will.

Triana's fingers began a more concerted courting of his erection. First by grazing and fondling his balls. Christian's breath caught and he unconsciously pressed into the contact. He had been trained to associate any contact from his mistress with pleasure.

Images began to pour through his mind of a chalet in the mountains overlooking a picturesque vista of a green valley under stars with a full moon. It hung low over rails of the balcony of the chalet. There was a hot tub on the end of the balcony. Triana sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi in a white bathrobe. She parted her legs wide spreading the robe apart over her thighs to show it was the only thing she wore. Imperiously she pointed a finger to the floor between her parted legs. He and Fiona beside him began to crawl on hands and knees to obey their mistress' will. They wore nothing but collars chained together with little slack to the chain. So they had to move in unison as they slowly approached her. The same double vibrator Fiona wore now was set on high keeping her at the edge. The remote controlled buttplug and cockring Christian had been fitted with was keeping him hanging over the precipice of climax right there beside her. They came and stopped where she wanted them straining and quivering under the pleasurable torment of their vibrators. She leaned back raising a wine glass filled with an exquisite pinot noir mixed with the blood of her two servants. She sipped at it savoring the taste of them together and gave them the command they both had been waiting for. Two tongues reached out sharing and savoring the taste of their mistress as she sipped her wine savoring their flavor.

Then the new image came over their link to him and Fiona in a secluded meadow with a chilly mountain stream gurgling through it. There were two tall cedars in the center of the clearing. The both of them were tied face to face spread eagled by ropes between the trees. Above the stars were shining and the moon was setting, but morning was slowly approaching. Soon they would have to conclude their time here and make the long trip back up to the chalet.

But for now Triana continued to circle them. They had been at this for duration of the night. Both he and Fiona were painted with red handprints and welts. Triana stepped over the ropes binding their ankles and ducking under the ones holding their wrists together. The panted and groaned with the lingering pleasure/pain of the evening's events. Her hand suddenly swung in a blur of motion and making a loud crack as it impacted on Fiona's left buttock followed by another on the right and another and another. Fiona cry caught in her throat and she writhed against him. Her sex rubbing provocatively against his cock that had gotten hard and Triana had not allowed to subside for the duration of the night.

Christian then felt Triana's jeans covered leg hook over Fiona's hip and wrap around his the rough fabric sending a stinging sensations against the welts from the bullwhip she had used on him earlier and left hanging around his neck. Her hand slid through Fiona's hair. It closed clutching her hair into a fist and wrenching her head back as Triana climbed up onto her. Over her shoulder their mistress looked directly into his eyes as her hand slipped in between them and began to stroke his cock. He watched with a touch of both envy and happiness as she opened her mouth and sank her fangs into the side of her servant's neck and drank her blood as her hand stroked his length. She finished feeding from Fiona and climbed down and circled back around behind him. Her hand reached out pulling the whip from his neck. He heard her step back away from him and the swish of the whip through the air. Contentedly he braced himself for more of the kiss of her whip, the kiss of his mistress, but it was Fiona that kissed him with such a fierce need that it distracted him when the whip struck. His cry of sudden pain was swallowed within the other servant's mouth.

Back in their room at the inn Christian was straining for more of a serious caress from her letting out little sounds of his need for their mistress around the breast in his mouth. Fiona watched beside him as she suckled and licked upon Triana's nipple. Christian was certainly easy on the eyes (thank you Renault family genes) and as his hips raised trying to beg her for more she made a note of how swiftly Triana broke through the reserved walls of her new servant.

It took her back to the boat ride from Dublin to London just after she became Triana's servant. Back then she had been scared and scarred from the ordeal of leaving her son and husband to think her dead. She had also been completely terrified and uncertain of the scandalous attraction she had felt for another woman in one Triana Reeves. She didn't remember much of the voyage of course, having spent the large majority of it tied to Triana's bed and being made to embrace the scandal of her need for her mistress over and over again.

Like now with Christian, it didn't take Triana long to break through her servants' walls. The woman went around carrying a sledge hammer when it came to that purpose.

...Oh good lord...

Triana's hand lowered down her body towards the area where those devilish vibrators were burring within her. Her mistress's thumb began to slowly circle and play with the clitoris that had been her undisputed property ever since that first voyage long ago. Her fingers pushed the vibe deeper within her wet and eager pussy all the way only to let it slowly get pushed out by her clenching muscles. When she did it again Fiona joined Christian in lifting her hips off the bed and voicing little sounds of need for more from her mistress.

She kept both of them like that on the edge for a while longer as they wriggled begging in motions alone for more from their mistress and desperately trying to convince her to have pity on them and push them over that precipice into the realm of bliss only their mistress could take them to.

"Please..." She begged as Triana's thumb flicked her clit in a way that made the muscles in her thighs tremble as her pelvis lifted trying to get the little bit more pressure to set the dynamite off behind her eyelids in the orgasm just inches away.

“Me too," Came her inviting growl, "both of you…”

Two sets of hands came up synchronously and began to explore the juncture of her thighs and the paradise between. A pair of thumbs circled her clit or rolling over the top of it as a pair of index fingers took turns slipping within to reacquaint themselves with Triana's wet folds. Together the two of them pumped their fingers in and out. Fiona sought and found that magical spot she knew so well deep within her mistress' pussy and guided Christian's finger beside her. The low cry of pleasure that came from Triana above them was better than any other reward for both of them.

While they did that. Triana stroked her hand up and down Christian's length while the other was playing in unison with pushing the double vibrators in and out of Fiona. The pace and intensity mounted, and in a matter of moments all three of them were hanging by their fingertips over a powerful orgasm.

It was then Triana bent her head down to Fiona's breast. Her tongue lashed out flicking over her servant's nipple. "I will feed now, Fiona."

Fiona's free hand cupped and raised her breast up in offering to her. "Please, let me cum."

"Not yet," Her lips opened wide and her fangs bared hovered over the tiny indentations they had left on the skin of her servant's breast over the years. Her tongue still rolled over Fiona's nipple as her fangs pierced those indentations once again. "Hold it for me until I come."

Fiona's eyes scrunched closed trying to obey, trying to hold off. It wasn't easy she was a shaken up soda can ready to blow right now, and the introduction of the pleasure inducing serum Triana was injecting through her fangs into her wasn't helping at all.

Christian watched his Mistress throat taking several swallows as her hands didn't falter in the slightest. Fiona's back was arched and her mouth was forming an O. Her fingers had slowed down and was all but forgotten as she devoted all her being in not letting the whirlwind of climax loose within her.

Triana pulled away licking the puncture wounds clean until the power of a third-marked servant's accelerated healing closed them. Within moments it had healed back to those tiny little indentations once again.

Unlike Fiona her hand had not stopped stroking Christian's shaft and rolling her thumb over the head, priming him to explode just as she was doing to Fiona.

"Christian, turn your head. Look into Fiona's eyes. Look into them deep. Don't pull them away from hers." She said licking the last of Fiona's blood from her lips as she leaned over him. He could hear her breath catch as Fiona's fingers rejoined his in pleasuring the mistress' sex. Their mistress was getting close as well.

She bent her head down and hovered her mouth over the side of his neck. Her fangs pressed against the indentations Mistress Deava had left there. "You are my property now, Christian. She sent to him, "Never forget it. You belong to me from this moment forth."

Something stirred within him at the possessive statement and he arched his neck. Trying to present the marks of Deava Rao's claim upon him for her to remove. It couldn't possibly happen of course. He was still tied to his former mistress. He could still feel her walled off in the dark corners of his mind. But he could wish Lady Triana's words were true in this moment.

As if sensing what he was thinking Fiona's eyes softened and her free hand reached out to stroke his cheek.

Then the fangs pierced the side of his neck and the pleasure shot through him from her fangs all the way down to her hand pumping over his cock. His control crumbled. Beside him Triana was pushing Fiona back to the edge with her thumb over her clit and pushing the madly burring vibrater in and out of her pussy and ass. They both were arching their backs and cry caught in their throats.

"...Mistress..." They both sent out to her at the same time,

"Come, both of you," She commanded while she fed off of his blood, "Come with me."

The three of them arched quaking with the power of the climax held at bay for so long finally unleashed. Fiona was a screamer when she came this magnificently. Her cry was like that creature in that movie that burst out of her chest. Thankfully mindful of their neighbors Christian moved his hand wet with their mistress' come over her mouth muffling the inhuman wail of bliss from her.

They lay there panting, and drifting lazily on a tranquil sea of post-orgasmic contentment. Triana burrowed into the space between them. Pulling Christian behind her on his side to spoon his naked body against her back. Fiona rolled onto her side facing her. She leaned forward giving her mistress a grateful kiss just for being her before the three of them lay there for several minutes not saying anything, not doing anything, just being together.

The sun outside raised up over the eastern horizon casting the cruel light of day over the world. He and Fiona felt the pull of slumber weighing down their eyes and as they lay there drifting in the realm of dreams Christian could feel the comfortable presence of his new mistress throwing up walls to shelter him from Mistress Deava's wrath. This let him relax enough to fall asleep again with his mistress' voice echoing through the corridors of his mind.

"Stay with Fiona when you wake. She will need you this day, as I need to rest and cannot be with her in person. I will reach her even though I sleep, but your physical presence may be a comfort. She has no idea where we are just now and I trust you to care for her as you would me until I can join you both."

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He and Fiona had slept through the rest of the morning when they awoke. They lay there for another hour just watching over their mistress. That was the original purpose of human servants after all: to guard and watch over their masters while they slumbered and were vulnerable. But gradually they slipped off securing Triana under blanket and went on with their day.

Now with the sun setting they returned to the room. Christian knelt down on the floor while Fiona sat herself on the foot of the bed. They both waited for Triana to awaken herself silently letting their mistress awaken at her own leisure.

When she finally did stir and awaken Fiona said, "Good evening again, Triana." She gave her a warm smile, "All the other guests at the inn are still at the creek for the fishing tournament so you can have the shower down the hall all to yourself, or..." She glanced over to Christian and then made a sly smile to her mistress, "...or you could share it with one of us, and be reasonably assured no one will hear us, but first Christian has made you breakfast in bed."

He lifted up a plate with a small bites sized bit of food atop it saying, "It's a small beef tenderloin medallion I seared to only medium rare over a turnip puree and smothered with a shallot and bacon glaze..."

"Apparently InServ boy here saw how much you liked that piece of bacon earlier and made a point to include it in this." She glanced to the dish, "Actually you should see him haggle over ingredients with shopkeepers. It's like a dog with a bone. It took him forty minutes of negotiations at the butcher's to get the tenderloin for a few pounds cheaper than the butcher advertised."

Christian looked at Fiona and then to Triana before saying defensively, "An InServ servant's duty is to manage his mistress' finances very carefully."

Fiona laughed teasingly, "So you say, but I think you're just a cheapskate at heart that can't stand letting go of any money without thinking you got the better end of the deal."

Christian looked stung at that, but Fiona patted him playfully on his shoulder, "Lighten up, InServ boy, I'm just having some fun with you-you know that thing you never had growing up. Well that means you due now with interest, got it?"

Christian didn't know what to say to that. He'd followed Triana's orders keeping near Fiona, but wasn't sure how to react to her....teasing. He recognized it as good natured, but it was so alien to how he normally acted...it was difficult for him to keep up with her.

He offered the plate to Triana instead. "I also incorporated some of my blood and Fiona's into the glaze. I hope you will find it satisfying, Mistress."
 
Triana woke in the early afternoon as was her norm, but lay silent, assessing her surroundings. She sensed both Fiona and Christian close to her, waiting for her to wake. She took the time, before moving or giving any other sign to her servants that she had awoken to open her mind. just recieving, she took in their experiences of the day, seeing with their ‘eyes’ the surrounding area and people that lived there. Triana also saw that the surprise she had in store for Fiona was intact, and for that she was glad. She had expected to be asleep for it.

Finally she stretched, feeling the blanket that covered her slip off, exposing one firm breast and the curve of her hip. she was of course wide awake and alert, had been from the moment she had awakened, but she let her eyes open pseudo sleepily and smiled at her servants. Fiona was sitting perkily on the bed as normal and Christian kneeled on the floor. She shook her head at Fiona with a smile. That one had taken her lenient ways and run with it. Good for her. As long as when Triana wanted her she was what Triana wished her to be, it worked out. Still, Triana marked her with her eyes as she spoke.

Oh yes, Fiona was a force all on her own and Triana had ideas coursing through her mind on just how that one was going to be reminded of who was in charge… Triana also knew that Fiona already knew that, but it would amuse her to remind her of it anyways. Her reverie was broken by the scent of the food then, and her nostrils flared, her focus narrowing on the tidbits on the proffered plate. her gaze lifted to Christian’s but then a soft laugh couldn’t help but bubble from her lips at the banter between her servants. Seeing Christian’s uncertainty at Fiona’s teasing, coupled with the desire to please.

This time Triana directed her comment to him, though her gaze remained on Fiona thoughtfully. “We have enough money not to have to haggle for a bit of meat, but you’re quite right Christian, one of a Servant’s tasks is to tend most carefully to their Mistresses finances, so their Mistress might buy pretty things with which to bedevil them further.” Then she grinned at the dumbfounded look on Christian’s face at the none too gentle teasing he was receiving from both of them.

Taking the plate he offered her, Triana sniffed appreciatively, the scent of Christian and Fiona’s blood mingling with the sauce, just as it had mixed on her tongue last night. The simple memory of it made her moisten, and her mouth water. Triana sat up in bedand srossed her legs, the blanket falling unheeded to her waist as she took a smal tidbit and popped it in her mouth with a soft sigh of appreciation.

Humming with an almost sublime pleasure Triana nibbled her way through the plate of food, each bite almost foreplay as she let her barriers drop most of the way, without letting them into her mind, Triana let them almost feel the pleasure she took from the meal Christian had made her. Finally she set the plate to the side and looked at Christian once more. “Christian, you have made a delicious meal. Thank you for your thoughtfulness. Fiona is also an excellent cook,” Triana’s eyes shifted to take in the girl as she finished, “Perhaps you two can compare recipes and create things together.”

flinging the blanket to the side Triana swung her legs out of bed and stood up, stretching her arms above her head, rising up on her tiptoes, lifting her breasts even higher, the flat plane of her stomach becoming even more defined, not to mention what it did to her long legs. She looked at Fiona and let the hunger she still felt creep into her clear gaze and smiled once more. “I would definitely like that shower Fiona, and I would like you to accompany me. Christian...you will come too and help out a little.”

Triana let Christian lead the way to the washroom, directing him to pick up a small cloth bag from her case on his way. The bathroom was compact, and felt very cramped with three people in it as they worked for position. Finally Fiona directed Christian to put down the lid and take a seat on the commode. Taking charge completely, Triana then slowly stripped Fiona of shirt, pants and bra, leaving her pert bottom encased in pale pink panties. The process took a while as Fiona kept wiggling under Triana’s careful attention, leaning into her heated kisses, the scrape of teeth across Fiona’s flesh as each bit was bared.

Finally with a sigh that was both amused and exasperated, Triana grabbed Fiona’s wrists and pinned them behind her back, pressing the younger woman back against the wall while her other hand either undid or shredded the bits of clothing that hid her from Triana’s hungry eyes and roaming fingers. Then Fiona was helped into the shower stall. Before the shower was turned on though, Triana bound her hands to the stability bar that had been thoughtfully installed for disabled guests to use. It made a fantastic anchor point though. Fiona’s back was to the wall, her bum just high enough that she could rest it on the bar, or she would have been able to if her hands hadn’t been bound behind her.

Only then did Triana turn on the shower, testing the temperature of the water to just above lukewarm, then angling the shower head so it played over Fiona’s body without beating directly on her head. “When we get home Fiona, I would like to see you in nothing for a week, I am tired of having to use my imagination to see the beauty you hide beneath those sweaters and loose jeans. I like to see you my sweet, to be able to reach out and touch your skin when it pleases me to do so.” Triana’s voice dropped the note of command it had taken on to tease, “If not nothing, then definitely something more revealing at least. Short shorts and a crop top maybe? Or else I am just going to have to spend my waking hours ripping your clothes from you and taking you every way imaginable until you just don’t have any clothes left to get in my way…” Only Triana knew for sure if she meant it or not, but for the moment, she was setting the mood for what was to come.

Letting the water play over Fiona’s skin, Triana noted with pleasure that the showerhead was one of the detachable hand held types...then her attention centered on her servant once more. Reaching out, she rolled Fiona’s nipples in her fingers until they hardened Then pinched them in turn so she gasped. Leaning in, triana took Fiona’s left niple in the mouth, sucking and flicking her tongue over the distended nub until Fiona’s back arched, offering her nipple to her Mistress. Triana let her teeth graze over the offering, then moved to the other side, repeating the motion.

Fiona’s body was a taut curve, but Triana wasn’t even close to finished. Shifting closer, she pressed her body to Fiona’s, slipping one long leg in between Fiona’s. the hard line of her muscular leg rubbed against her cleft, the pink lips of Fiona’s labia parting to press wet, aroused flesh against Triana’s skin. Her breath was coming in laboured pants, the simple pleasure of being the object of Triana’s attention a pure aphrodisiac. Triana’s hands cupped Fiona’s ass cheeks and pulled down then back and forth as her leg braced on the rim of the tub, lifting Fiona from her feet until she was balanced completely on Triana’s leg.

Triana was aware of Christian’s eyes locked on them and she whispered, “Look at her Christian, see her embrace her dark need, her desire to please her Mistress, no matter what is asked of her. Once upon a time she viewed our relationship as taboo, but she learned to move past what she had been raised to be, into something that is so much more…” Triana’s voice trailed off as she rocked Fiona on her thigh, listening to the sweet music of Fiona’s moans rising over the sound of the water. It went unsaid that she might have been also referring to Christian’s training, but that wasn’t even where her mind really was at that moment.

She growled at Fiona then, a dark, almost feral sound of desire and asked her, “Whose are you Fiona, remind me? Whose bed do you warm, who's keeping did you offer yourself willingly into?” Her voice dropped an octave as she asked, “Whose pleasure do you crave above all else?”

As Fiona cried out, “Yours Mistress!” Triana’s fingers slipped into her servant, three of them to the third knuckle, then they rocked back and forth, caressing the rough patch of Fiona’s g-spot until she cried out, cumming almost helplessly against her Mistresses hand. Gone for the moment was the spirited independent that called Triana by name, replaced by a needy willing creature that simply needed the freedom to be who she truly was. With a free hand, Triana unbound Fiona and spun the still shuddering girl so that her back pressed against Triana’s, then Triana pressed her forward so her hands found the spout in front of her where Triana bound her once more.

One hand pulled the shower head down the other dragged nails down the curve of Fiona’s ass making her jump and yelp slightly. Triana smiled with increased delight and lifted a hand, smacking the girl on the other cheek. So it began, alternating cheeks, occasionally followed by stinging blows on the same spot until Fiona’s cheeks were a bright pink and she was crying out once more in a mixture of pleasure and pain. When Triana deemed the moment to be perfect, she undid Fiona’s bonds and drew the trembling girl upright once more, pulling her back to rest against her Mistress. Triana’s teeth pierced her servant’s shoulder, not to feed, but to claim as one hand spread Fiona’s lips, and the other hand brought the pulsating jet of water into contact with her clit.

Scream for me Fiona! Scream and cum, hard!

The mental directive was clear, and in moments it was only Triana’s supporting body that kept Fiona upright as she cried out in an agony of ecstasy, convulsing against her once more. Gradually Triana shifted the shower head away from Fiona’ knowing her limit had been reached. Then she gestured wordlessly to Christian who stripped quickly and joined them.

Together they washed Fiona who was slowly recovering from the high. When they were finished washing Fiona, it was Triana’s turn and Christian and Fiona were thorough, washing their Mistress carefully, without the sexual play that usually accompanied it, sensing she didn’t want that form of play. Christian’s wash was equally perfunctory, mostly because they had finally exhausted the hot water tank and the water was rapidly growing cold.

Once they were all done and dried off, they returned to the small bedroom and dressed, Christian helping Triana into a simple cotton dress that came to just past her knee, flowing in soft folds that clung in all the right spots without becoming slutty. Fiona chose a loose skirt and clinging blouse, blushing slightly at Triana’s amused glance at the more revealing attire. Inspecting both Christian in his worn jeans and button down shirt and Fiona, Triana gave a nod of approval then spoke, her voice rueful.

“It seems the other guests have returned, I do hope they don’t want to shower anytime soon…” then she laughed, the sound startling in the quiet room as her inner mirth boiled over. “I think we shall be subjected to many horrible fish stories before the night is through, but we must put in an appearance before people think us rude, or question why we spend all day in our room and don't come out until after dark lest they think we are Fey.”

The scene when they first arrived at the common room was a bit comical. The fishermen almost fell on themselves trying to be the first to offer a seat to the two pretty girls, but it worked itself out anyway as Triana took one of the vacated seats on a settee and Fiona took the other. It made sense that Christian would take a seat on the floor due to the limited seating. But Triana was right; they did have to listen to several “I caught a fish This big!” stories before the innkeeper came to their rescue. Bustling in she good naturedly gave the fishermen heck, telling them to leave the non fishers alone for goodness sake!

She enquired if the threesome had slept well, apologizing once more for only having the one bed available. She said pointedly, “After tonight I’m sure there will be another room with an extra bed if you wish to stay an extra night or two and enjoy our hospitality?”

Triana made a noncommittal noise that could have meant nearly anything as a small boy dashed at top speed into the room. he hollered, “Momma!” as he flung himself into the innkeepers arms and wrapped his short chubby legs around her waist. The innkeeper scolded him lovingly as she turned back to Triana and introduced proudly, “This is my rotten son Liam. Full of mischief as most small boys will be.”

Triana smiled politely and said hello, but her focus had narrowed to pay attention to Fiona.
 
IC: Christian Armin-Renault and Fiona Adair

Fiona of course had known Triana had been awake for the past several minutes. One didn't live with another for three centuries without learning the secrets they had like that. Secrets she never let on that she had figured out over the years. She also knew her mistress really valued those moments where she lay awake making her and now Christian too to wait for her to finally stir. She knew Triana truly enjoyed it laying there, her eyes closed, making them think she was still asleep.

It fed into her instinctual need as a vampire to dominate them, making them wait for her like that, expressing her power over them even when doing nothing.

Christian getting on his knees while they waited had to be icing on the cake for her.

She watched as finally her lover's, her best friend's, and her mistress' eyes opened to look at her warmly smiling face. She stretched the bedsheet over her perfect nude form doing truly visceral things to the libidos of both her servants. she sat up letting the blanket fall around her waist revealing her breasts in all their glory. Triana was the image Fiona would cast as the goddess Aphrodite. She was leanly muscled, not an inch of flab on her. She'd put any woman to shame in a bikini. Three words summed up Triana: tall, lean, and beautiful.

She loved watching her mistress undressed. She loved exploring her body finding all the places to pay homage to. She loved worshipping its softness, and its hardness.

As she was studying the breasts she loved and revered so much Christian offered up the plate to Triana instead. "I also incorporated some of my blood and Fiona's into the glaze. I hope you will find it satisfying, Mistress."

“We have enough money not to have to haggle for a bit of meat, but you’re quite right Christian, one of a Servant’s tasks is to tend most carefully to their Mistresses finances, so their Mistress might buy pretty things with which to bedevil them further.” Even though the words were addressed to Christian Triana looked straight at her the whole time, or rather straight into her.

Fiona's eyes widened in reaction. She felt a shiver of part fear and part exhileration. Triana was planning something...something to do with her...something Fiona both feared and couldn't wait to happen. It was a paradox, but ever since that voyage to London three hundred years ago she had grown comfortable with that paradox.

Then she turned to regard Christian with an air of amusement. Taking the plate of food and lifting one of the beef medallions to her mouth. He beamed when she made a soft noise of appreciation to his efforts and broadcasting the pleasure she was feeling as she tasted his food. He had worked all afternoon on preparing this dish for her. He made the medallions seared but rare in the center for flavor and tenderness. Vampires didn't like to do a lot of chewing-the fangs tended to get in the way-so he carefully made sure it would fall apart in her mouth. The hard part was incorporating the bits of bacon into the glaze with the blood...the flavors if not handled gently could clash together. He had spent years learning how to cook for a demanding and particular gourmet in Lord Stefan, the vampire directing the InServ program.

“Christian, you have made a delicious meal. Thank you for your thoughtfulness. Fiona is also an excellent cook.Perhaps you two can compare recipes and create things together.” She said placing the empty plate aside and climbing out of the bed. She stood up tall, stretching languidly right in front of him. Christian was a man, and he couldn't stop himself from following the male reflex of raking his gaze over the long toned legs and tight flat stomach with tiny dimples where Triana's abs were to the high and proud breasts laughing in the face of gravity's impotence upon them, and thoughts of what they'd feel like closed tight around his pumping cock...

Instantly Christian felt shame wash over him. As an InServ servant he was trained to ignore such selfish desires and fantasies as that one. His wants was not important. They were to be ignored or suppressed so he could better concentrate on fulfilling his mistess' needs. That was what he had been taught to do, that was what he had been dedicated to do. Yet here he was betraying all of his training by imagining his mistress servicing him.

“I would definitely like that shower Fiona, and I would like you to accompany me," She said glancing to Fiona and letting a little bit of a hunger Fiona knew only too well. She was definitely going to get it now. A shiver ran up her spine from fear of what might happen, but at the same time her pussy clenched in eager anticipation of what might happen to her. She didn't fear what her mistress would do-well she did-but she had long ago learned to trust Triana implicitly with her well-being.

She looked back to Christian and stated, "Christian...you will come too and help out a little.”

"Yes, Mistress," He replied automatically. He grabbed a small bag from her luggage Triana pointed out to him. Then Christian lead them down the hall to the inn's washroom. It was a fairly small bathroom with beige wallpaper that looked like it hadn't been updated since the eighties. It had a small vanity and a toilet beside it across from a shower just large enough for two people.

Fiona told him to sit on the commode while they washed up, and then Triana's arms wrapped around her. Her hands lifted her sweater up so they trapped her arms and blindfolded her eyes. Then those fingers that knew Fiona's body all too well began to trace down over her sides. It was just the right touch. Fiona was ticklish-something Triana exploited on occasion ruthlessly-but she also knew just the right pressure to send wicked little ripples of arousal straight to her clit from anywhere on her body.

Gasping and whimpering she wriggled and strained under Triana's fingers playing her body like a musical instrument. Then there were the heated kisses and little nibbles that made her practically beg for more. Soon she was a writhing mass of nerves Triana was manipulating like a concert pianist. Her wriggling made some difficulty in getting her bra unclasped but inevitably Triana's persistence prevailed. Her sweater was pulled the rest of the way over her head and off her arms and cast onto the floor. Then her hands found their way under her bra lifting the cups over her breasts. It soon joined the sweater on the floor.

Christian sat becoming increasingly more strained. As an InServ Servant he had trained to be in complete control of the state of his arousal, but he definitely had limits. And frankly watching his mistress pull off the clothes of another servant-another servant as attractive as Fiona-he found difficult to maintain the proper control over his erection an InServ servant should practice until commanded by his mistress.

Soon Fiona's pants and socks and shoes joined the sweater and bra on the floor. All that was left was Fiona's girly pink panties. With a sigh Triana took hold of her wrists behind her back and pinned her roughly against the wall. When her free hand reached down and lifted the back of her panties Fiona gave a whimper of need raising her tiny little bottom in a silent plea for attention from her mistress. She was already wet and her empty sex clenching and needing something, anything Triana chose to give her.

She gasped when Triana tore the panties off. Then she was helped-or rather herded-inside the shower with Triana. She took her belt and with expert skill bound her wrists to the bar within the shower wall, and then she jumped as the water hit her.

"When we get home Fiona, I would like to see you in nothing for a week," Triana finally said with that tone of authority that made Fiona's nerves quiver. She whimpered with a need she had learned never to suppress since that voyage spent tied to Triana's bed so long ago. "I am tired of having to use my imagination to see the beauty you hide beneath those sweaters and loose jeans. I like to see you my sweet, to be able to reach out and touch your skin when it pleases me to do so.”

She had chosen the sweater and slacks since Lien Yi and Lord Dyson's murder-whom had both become dear colleagues to them. It was meant to be a defense at a time when she was too emotionally raw, but she hadn't realized what it had done to her Mistress. Triana had always seemed so strong, so together over the centuries she'd known and served her. It was easy to overlook her mistress' own emotional needs and vulnerabilities.

While she and Dyson had never been as close as humans would think of when using the word friend upon their relationship that was what Triana felt for the dead vampire lord. Fiona was certain of that. Oh, they constantly debated Triana's lax views with her as a mistress, but Lord Dyson never really challenged her on them, and no one bought more of her artwork than him, or championed her right to live like she chose to like he did. When they went to the city they stayed in Lord Dyson's mansion. He was a constant part of Triana's life for a long time before Fiona ever came into the picture and that was ripped from her so suddenly.

For a long time in the beginning Fiona had felt uneasy about her relationship with her mistress. She couldn't shake a feeling of guilt over the infidelity to her husband Patrick, and would doubly feel that way as Triana mused about letting her fuck other men. Irrationally she had less of a problem with sleeping with her mistress or other women, but for years she struggled with the notion of having any man's cock penetrate her. So on one visit to Lord Dyson's home the two vampires decided to swap servants and retire for the night.

Dyson had been firm with her but so gentle too...and that was the night...hours sweating and gasping under his powerful body...decades after abandoning her husband and son that Fiona had finally let them go. Dyson, the first man she had within her since swearing marital vows to Patrick, had carried her in his strong arms to Triana. She had held onto her mistress and wept tears for what she had given up and tears for what she had found. They had been tears of pain and tears of joy in one.

Somehow Triana had known what she had needed to cross that final line. Somehow she had known she couldn't be there for it to happen, and Dyson was the one man she had trusted to push her servant to make that last step in becoming hers.

Yes, in their own way, they had been friends.

She felt shame for not considering how his death had scarred her mistress, or the way she had closed down and tucked back inside a shell of conservative clothes had left her alone to deal with her own grief.

She sobbed, "I'm so sorr-"

But Triana undercut the moment by suddenly teasing, If not nothing, then definitely something more revealing at least. Short shorts and a crop top maybe? Or else I am just going to have to spend my waking hours ripping your clothes from you and taking you every way imaginable until you just don’t have any clothes left to get in my way.”

Triana rarely needed the link the third-mark gave her with Fiona. They had been together so long she could guess with reasonable amount of accuracy just what her mistress wanted from her. So long that Triana rarely needed to go to the effort of implanting a picture into her imagination anymore. All she needed to do was simply suggest it to her and Fiona's imagination automatically blossomed with appropriate fantasies that went in line with whatever Triana would have concocted.

So it was now with Fiona's mind filled with a fantasy of Triana pinning her to a wall and ripping her clothes off of her in negligent shreds mixed with a good couple pinches and spanks to spice the fantasy up.

Then Triana reached out and rolled her nipples snapping Fiona out of her reverie. She cooed squirming as much as her bonds allowed as her nipples hardened to hard points under her mistress' tender mercies. Then she gasped low and loud as those fingers tightened pinching them. It shot a live current straight through her body as if there were electrical lines between her nipples and pussy.

Triana took one of her nipples between her lips applying that combination of the right amount of suction and those fast little flicks of her tongue that she knew did wicked things to her.

Fiona's back arched moaning out loud needing more. Another moan caught in her throat and was let out in a sharp yelp as Triana's teeth bit down on it. And again when she repeated the same process upon her other breast. She cried out when Triana bit down on the other nipple sending voltage down that live-wire connecting her nipples with her pussy. She knew how sensitive Fiona's breasts were of course. It was many a night that she made Fiona cum over and over by only playing this way with her breasts and never having to touch her pussy.

The arch of her back deepened and Triana's naked body pressed hard against hers. Fiona tried to press even harder but her bound arms kept her back. She needed more. Triana knew her body all too well, every touch, every suggestion of a caress made her mad for more. Triana's attentions were a drug Fiona would gladly overdose on if such a thing was possible at all.

Triana's leg pushed between hers. She parted them without hesitation as her mistress lifted her leg up so her thigh pressed against her wet and wanting pussy. Fiona was panting heavy now trying to wriggle her hips to get some much needed friction going. She felt those finger trace down her sides and running down over her buttocks.

Fiona didn't have the sort of shapely and perfect heart shaped butt that Triana had. Hers was small and rather flat and rather nonexistent to be honest-though Triana disliked when she found her body parts wanting-

Her thoughts on her own body's shortcomings came to an abrupt end when those fingers closed tight on her buttocks. Triana's strength lifted her up with ease pressing her perfectly balance on the firm length of her raised thigh and began to rock her back and forth dragging her hungry sex over it. It provided magnificent friction upon her clitoris and sent shockwaves of glorious pleasure throughout her quivering body.

“Look at her Christian, see her embrace her dark need, her desire to please her Mistress, no matter what is asked of her," Triana said over to Christian. He did as he was told-he hadn't been looking at anything else since they had walked in, but he saw what she was referring to. Fiona's back was an arch with her wrists tied to the stability bar and her her head rolling back and her eyes closed. Her mouth was forming the classic 'O' and her rich brown hair wet from the streaming water of the shower hung down between her stretched arms to Triana's knee. Her legs pumped in the air and her hips shimmied trying desperately to make Triana drag her needy little clit over her thigh faster, but their mistress kept it at a regular pace-not tortuously slow, but clearly not nearly fast enough to set Fiona off like a firework.

Instead she continued talking to him as if in casual conversation, "Once upon a time she viewed our relationship as taboo, but she learned to move past what she had been raised to be, into something that is so much more…”

The way she said it Christian thought she was applying that to him too, but he couldn't fathom what she could mean. His training as a servant in the InServ program was very thorough. He would obey her every command without hesitation, and in time as he became adjusted to serving a new mistress he'd be able to anticipate those commands before she gave them. He had learned to take and enjoy pain, a comprehensive variety of sexual positions and techniques, as well as a plethora of ancillary skills like gourmet level cooking, playing piano and guitar, dancing the tango, and managing his mistress' finances....etcetera.

Yet here he had failed her somehow again. This was the third time. Despite his training Lady Triana still found him lacking in something. What could she possibly find insufficient in him?

That question stabbed deep into his heart. Eversince he could walk his whole life had been oriented towards the goal of being the perfect servant to a vampire master or mistress. It was the focus of his entire life's effort so the knowledge that he was obviously failing his mistress somehow was obviously devastating to him.

“Whose are you Fiona, remind me," Triana asked in a low hungry growl as she rocked his fellow servant over her thigh.

Fiona's answer was couched with low keening moans, "...Yours..."

"Whose bed do you warm?"

"...Yours...please...mor-"

"Who's keeping did you offer yourself willingly into?”

"...Yours...oh god..I need you to-"

Triana's voice dropped even lower, more like the predator all vampires actually were, “Whose pleasure do you crave above all else?”

“Yours Mistress!” This time she cried out without hesitation or reservation loud and clea in a voice thick with the explosive potential of the orgasm about to rip through her.

Christian watched Triana's hands move at viper speed leaving her servant's hip and sliding between her legs and then inside. Fiona's thigh blocked his view of the penetration but he could tell by the way Fiona's eyes widened and motions became spasmodic. Her throat worked but was stuck somewhere between inhale and exhale as their mistress forced an orgasm out of her submissive body.

Fiona knew she had pushed Triana to this point. She always did with her independent ways. Eventually Triana would take her like this and put her in her place. She knew she crossed the line, but couldn't help it really...nor would she ever stop. If she stopped she would deprive them both of this magnificent moment when her mistress remade her claim upon her once again.

Her wrists were freed and she was spun around and bent over. Triana then used her belt to tie her to the tub's spout leaving her bent over. Triana reached up above her for something that Fiona didn't see. She was too busy jumping and yelping out loud as the nails of her other hand dragged over the curve of her compact little rear end.

Then her hand came down on her wet ass cheek making a loud smacking sound. Fiona cried out from the sudden burst of pain radiating from the handprint on buttock, and then came the next and the next. Triana made a rainstorm of a blows upon her. At first she tried to retreat from the spanking but as her ass reddened the pain began to suffuse into a heat that spread from her buttocks to her pussy. She found herself no longer drawing back from the spanking but pressing into it trying, begging, for more and harder.

Then Triana freed her and pulled her up against her cool body. She could feel her mistress' firm breasts pressing into her shoulder blades and her hairless sex against her throbbing red well-spanked buttocks. She gasped when Triana's fangs dug into the muscle between her shoulder and neck. One of Triana's hands reached down and spread the lips of her pussy wide open. There her stiff little clit stood out begging for her mistress.

"Scream for me Fiona," She commanded over their link. She brought the detached showerhead down to point its jet of water directly onto her delicate little clitoris, "Scream and cum, hard!"

Fiona did just that. Her entire body quaked enough to hit seven on the richter scale, and she would've fallen to the shower's floor if it wasn't for Triana being there to hold her up. Her head rolled back against Triana's shoulder so she stared directly up at the ceiling coming in and out of focus as her mouth opened and she screamed and screamed for her mistress. The harder the orgasm the louder she sceamed and this was no exception. There was pain and there was pleasure and then here it was on overdose of both at the same time. So she orgasmed, and it ripped out of her at mach ten from her lungs through her vocal chords so all of Ireland, all of the northern hemisphere could hear it.

She came and didn't stop until Triana lifted the showerhead away. She leaned bonelessly against her no longer able to move, or speak, or even think. She just hung there in Triana's arms a post-orgasmic smile plastered on her face.

With a gesture Triana directed Christian to join them. He rose up and stripped quickly, only taking time to neatly fold his clothes and lay them on the floor near theirs. He approached them hard as a steel girder. That was when it hit him.

Christian knew what he had done to displease her. He had been placing his own desires before his mistress' before and here again. During the interlude between Fiona and Lady Triana before him he had not been able to detach himself as his training as an InServ servant taught him. His cock was making a rather noticeable tent in his sensible slacks, as thoughts of himself being included into the scene before him intruded into his mind. It wasn't from his mistress. No, this was his own weakness. Lady Triana had not indicated he should be involved only to witness it. It was a failure of his training to assume such a latitude without specific instructions from his mistress.

That training was all he was, all he had. How could he have betrayed it so negligently. Yet that was what he did best, wasn't it? He had betrayed his training here with Lady Triana, and he had betrayed his devotion to Mistress Deava. He was a failure. When the time came his death would be a good thing. He was only a burden to Mistress Triana. His training was the only thing he could offer and he was failing miserably in that for her.

She gestured for her to come over. He stripped off his clothes and folded them neatly. He laid them on the floor and crossed over to the shower stall. Fiona's legs looked like they were still not strong enough to support her. She leaned back against Lady Triana limply. He reached inside and picked up the bodywash. Pouring some into Triana's hands. He helped her lather and spread it over Fiona's naked body.

It wasn't sexual, or at least Christian was trying to keep from being that. However as his hands roved over Fiona's breasts and she gasped he couldn't deny that some unprofessional thoughts feelings rushed through him. It was the first time another servant or any woman other than his mistress effected him so. It was selfish and shameful yet he couldn't stop it. While Fiona was certainly pretty his cousins from the Renault family were renowned for the sexual attractiveness. He was able to maintain his indifference when practicing with them back in the training compound growing up. So what was it about Fiona that penetrated his defenses...was it because he kinda liked her? Was this what liking someone was like?

Christian was not sure. Before his betrayal of Mistress Deava, everyone in his life was a tool or obstacle on his path to being the very best servant to his mistress he could be, but he was not certain what Fiona was to him in that sense. She also served his mistress. So how should he relate to her now? She wasn't a tool or an obstacle. Was she a friend, a lover, a sister? What value did those words have if he did not know just what they meant to him.

Atleast when he and Fiona began to do the same to Triana's naked body it was as it should be again. He lowered to his knees running the lather of the bodywash over his mistress' long toned legs. This was where he belonged kneeling and serving his mistress. There was no feelings of confusion in this...other than the fact his imagination kept straying from him uncommanded to by his mistress. Imaginings of the same legs wrapping around his thrusting buttocks as he pushed his hard cock within her...without her commanding him to....no, this was wrong!

An InServ servant obeyed...without hesitation...without any thought to being rewarded for their services...an InServ servant certainly did not display the impudence his unasked for erection was evidence of.

It was even harder when it was his turn and the two women enjoyed running their hands over his body. Particularly when Triana took his hard cock in her hand. The imaginings fluttering through his mind as they cleaned his erection and testicles were particularly shameful. He wanted his mistress to hold him a little tighter and stroke the length of it as Fiona fondled his balls...it was disgraceful...an InServ servant put their own wants and desires last...they didn't even have them until their masters wished it of them.

He was an utter failure.

Finally the shower was turned off and dried themselves off. They headed for their room to dress for the night.

Christian had put on a clean pair of slacks and a light blue button-down shirt. Then helped Triana put on a simply cut sundress that followed her every curve and showcased her breasts and long legs in particularly distracting ways for him. Fiona heeding Triana's wishes from the shower put on the outfit she had planned to wear during the final festivities at the Gathering. A play off the schoolgirl fantasy with a white blouse that was a size or two too tight so her breasts did interesting things to it, a pleated plaid skirt that was just short enough it would raise a few eyebrows, knee-high socks, and the designer mary janes Triana had bought her a few years ago on a trip to Milan. All of it designed with weak seems so Triana would get the enjoyment of ripping her clothes off of her without damaging them. It was completed with a G-string that framed the cheeks of her ass in a way that Triana swore it just begged her to pinch her buttocks. She hadn't planned on wearing a bra for the closing night of the Gathering knowing Triana usually found it enticing.

They went downstairs to find it filled with fishermen enjoying a pint of Guinness as they swapped stories of the whopper that got away from them that day. As they entered the pub area the fishermen took instant notice of them. Fiona for what she was wearing, and Triana-well there wasn't a soul alive that could not notice her when she entered a room. They sat down at a table and the innkeeper gave them all pints of their own while exchanging playful banter with the fishermen crowding the two women.

Then a voice young and excited cut through, "Momma!"

Fiona stiffened in her chair at the sound of the voice. That sounded like...like a voice she hadn't heard in centuries. It was just like a voice that she thought she would never hear say that word again.

A young boy ran towards Erin and flung himself into her arms.

At the look of the boy her eyes widened and her mouth hung open. It couldn't be. How was this possible?

"I caught a fish today," The impossible boy announced proudly, "It was this big, the people at the creek wanted to eat it, but I'm gonna put in the bathtub as a pet and name it fluffy. Can I keep him? Pleeeeease...."

Erin held the boy in her arms comfortingly and turned to her guests. “This is my rotten son Liam. Full of mischief as most small boys will be.”

Both Triana and Christian greeted the young boy, but Fiona still sat there like a statue a shocked look plastered over her face. She had seen the boy before. She had known him or a boy so much like him. His name was Liam...her son's name was Liam...she wiped her eyes of the tears.

That was why the picture of the soldier on kitchen wall looked so familiar to her....she was seeing similarities to his great great great grandfather in the eyes and face...older and a vastly different context here in modern times, but the familial similarity was striking to her Liam...her son. This village was her village. This boy...this Liam...he was her great great great great grandson.

Triana was regarding her very closely. She turned to look her mistress in the eye. What would she say to her? Emotion cracked her voice as she said the only thing that truly needed to say to the woman that took her away from her son but brought her back to her great great grandson. "Thank you."

She looked up to Erin who was trying to convince a four year old he had no business keeping a river trout as a pet in their bathtub. "Excuse me, but you wouldn't happen to be part of the Adair family would you?"

"My husband Robert is," She informed her, "It's an old family around here."

"At least three hundred years," Fiona put in, "When we-I mean they-moved to this village."

"Yeah, but why would you want to know about our family," She asked her.

"It is my family too..." She paused trying to think of what to say, but thankfully Triana already had a cover story, "...I'm from part of the family that immigrated to the Americas-Canada specifically. I went to one of those websites that trace people's geneology and followed it to visit my roots here and get in touch with-well you."

"Oh well that's wonderful. Welcome to the family," Erin said, "First let me go put this one to bed."

"But I'm not sleepy," Little Liam yawned from his mother's arms, "I can stay up all night."

"No you're going to bed, you little mischief maker," Erin told him in a mock reproving tone. To Fiona she said, "We have some family albums and an old book with a family tree. Would you like to see it."

Fiona turned to look at Triana her eyes carrying the same question without words. She ached to go and find out about her family over the long centuries away from them...maybe it would go all the way back to her Liam or Patrick?
 
"Thank you."


Triana gave a minute nod, acknowledging Fiona’s thanks, even though it wasn’t required. Triana had wanted to make this journey for some time but with one thing or another it simply hadn’t happened yet. Triana had of course kept tabs on Fiona’s family line through the years without her knowledge. It wasn’t something most vampires would have done, but Triana was different even in this. She had been an anonymous benefactor when the inn had needed repairs, and had even made covert donations here and there to ensure Fiona’s family never suffered more than necessarily for her taking Fiona away so long ago.When Triana heard of Liam’s birth, she knew the time had come for the visit.


Seeing Fiona struggle to explain her interest in the family Triana stepped up and helped explain, then fading into the background once more to let Fiona interact with her decedents, fighting back a chuckle of her own at little Liam’s insistence that ‘Fluffy’ was perfectly happy in the tub. When his mother carted him off still protesting vehemently, Triana spoke softly to Fiona.


“Visit with your family long parted Fiona. This is for you and I won’t part you from that enjoyment. Christian and I can find...something to amuse ourselves with I’m sure.” Triana reached out and stroked her fingers gently down her friend and lovers cheek. “Be happy Fiona, we will be here when you’re done.”


As Erin returned carrying several heavy looking books, Triana nodded once more and beckoned to Christian, taking a seat at a small out of the way table. she leaned in close to him, her voice low wrapping him in a cushion of intimacy, requesting a Heineken. Having learned something about her sub she made sure to tell him to grab something for himself as well, leaving it up to him what it might be. She smiled again a few minutes later as he brought both the beer and a small nibble tray of cheeses and crackers.


When he took the seat across from her as she indicated, Triana looked at him closely, guessing at his uncomfortableness at needing to sit as her equal in this setting. With her back to a wall, Triana finally let herself relax, feeling the homey nature of their surroundings soak into her pores and causing the various stresses of the past little while begin to slough off. Though Triana put on a stoic front, between the gathering, the attack, the circumstances of her acquiring Christian as her sub and the ever present threat of Deava whom Triana knew hadn’t given up by a long shot, Triana was on edge to say the least. Normally she wouldn’t have relaxed until she was home, but the pervasive peace of this quiet inn was getting to her.


Clearing her throat, Triana spoke, broaching the subject that had been on her mind for some time, at least since they had begun their car tour to the inn. She had been observing Christian since she had marked him, learning a little of his ways and of the way he had been trained. Though she knew he had become the epitome of a vampire servant, or what the others perceived as perfect but for Christian to find peace in her household he needed to adjust. And soon. The problem was, each one of her hints and corrections had been seen as a direct attack against both his character and his training. Training yes, character no.Triana had noticed that her corrections had only made him try to be more ‘perfect’


She had thought on it for a bit now, and now she tried a different tack.

“Christian, I want to tell you a story, the story of a young woman. She was seen in passing one evening after the sun had set by two passing vampires. One of them had wanted to kill the woman, while the other objected. There was a huge argument, which led to the vampires parting ways. One of them stayed though and spent the next few weeks watching her. One night, that vampire approached that same young woman and seduced her one night deep in the woods.”


Triana’s eyes bored into Christian’s, almost willing him to hear her, to understand. “The vampire gave her the first two marks and was going to release her but one night, one of those illicit trysts was interupted by the return of the second vampire who attacked and nearly killed the young woman. The first vampire was forced to give the third mark to save her life. This woman was strong willed, independent with a family including a young son. The vampire had driven off the other but suspected she would return. She was drawn to the lady of the quiet strength and wished no ill will to either her or her family, and decided to offer her a choice. The woman chose to leave her family and everything she knew, to leave with the vampire whom she felt a forbidden attraction. It came out later, that she was initially concerned with her family, but she had left, to be with me.”


With one word Triana had made it personal. Her eyes rested momentarily on Fiona before returning to Christian. “What draws me to her and why we fit so well together is I enjoy her fiercely independent spirit. The way she is her own person and yet she offers herself to me mind body and spirit, somehow while retaining that which is her. I know she doesn’t need me but that she chooses to be with me means everything.”


Leaning back in her seat, Triana picked up a piece of cheese and slid it in her mouth, somehow making even the simple act of eating a sensual act, even here in the common room of the inn. Triana’s eyes marked the way Christian’s eyes locked onto her, fighting back the urge to laugh at the sheer hunger he fought to control at such a simple action.


Dropping her voice just a little more, Triana murmured, “I don’t want you to be Fiona. I want you to be you. I admire the way the Inserv program has trained its servants to be everything an average vampire needs, but I need so much more than that. I am very far removed from the average vampire and I realise that is going to take some getting used to. Perhaps most frustrating is my habit of being my own unique self one moment and then so much the vampire the next that I know Fiona has itched to slap me a time or two and I am quite sure you will feel the same eventually.” With that, Triana’s hungry gaze lightened and she suddenly laughed, a throaty sound almost designed to capture attention as she added, “Though who knows, A bit of a wrestling match between us could prove...titillating to say the least.”


She leaned forward then and looked deep into Christian’s eyes as she said softly, “I may have began as your Mistress under awkward circumstances but the fact I am now doesn’t change. For however long it lasts, you are mine. I didn’t decide this lightly and I know you have a great deal of potential. Consider it perhaps an Inserv’s duty to please your Mistress, by not taking yourself so seriously.” She chuckled a bit at the look on his face then glanced around, noticing suddenly that Fiona ensconced with the albums and family bible along with the innkeeper were the only ones left in the room.


Glancing back to Christian, Triana said as she stood up, “Bedtime I think. Fiona appears to be occupied for now, so I guess it’s you and I tonight” Leading the way, Triana stood and moved to Fiona’s side, leaning down and kissing her cheek and whispering, “Take your time…” She waited until Christian had administered his own kiss after she looked at him, then led him toward their room.
 
IC: Fiona Adair and Christian Armin-Renault

"No you're going to bed, you little mischief maker," Erin told him in a mock reproving tone. To Fiona she said, "We have some family albums and an old book with a family tree. Would you like to see it."

Fiona turned to look at Triana her eyes carrying the same question without words. She ached to go and find out about her family over the long centuries away from them...maybe it would go all the way back to her Liam or Patrick?

Christian looked at them both then to the Innkeeper and the young boy. He found the sight of the boy in his mother's arms a little unsettling. When he was that boy's age he had already begun the InServ program, and was busy learning the skills and background to maintain his mistress' household. The plethora of subjects at the pace he had to excel in all of them had made his experience of childhood to that of what boys on the outside world went through were starkly different in comparison.

And the innkeeper-His own mother had been a Vampire's servant allowed to mate with his father and bear him through pregnancy. Her name was Marie. He knew she was a beautiful and respected member of the Renault family. Yet he had never known her, never asked for her, never sought her out, never missed her-until he sat here watching the innkeeper and her son.

Why was she holding him? He had legs that could support his own weight. Why was she allowing his foolishness over keeping the fish he caught? His uncles and aunts would never countenance such impractical flights of fancy from him as a child. They would've justly beaten him for it as soon as he had voiced it aloud.

But looking at them now made him feel-feel...questions-

Was that why he had never been allowed to see his mother? Was that what a mother's love looked like? Was that something he wanted or deserved growing up? Did that boy have something he should envy or grieve for?

He tore his eyes away from them unable to deal with the confusing feelings it brought out in him.

Fiona watched her mistress with wide hopeful eyes.

“Visit with your family long parted Fiona," She announced, "This is for you and I won’t part you from that enjoyment."

She nodded but glanced to Christian and then back to her. She felt misgivings about leaving Triana unattended to with only an inexperienced servant to meet her needs.

Triana of course knew what was going through her head. "Christian and I can find...something to amuse ourselves with I’m sure.”

She nodded again glancing to Erin and little Liam. Her family. That sounded so...good to her mind's ear. She made to rise.

Triana's hand reaching out to stroke her cheek stilled her though.

“Be happy Fiona," Triana stated as she nuzzled that cheek affectionately into her hand, "We will be here when you’re done.”

"I am always happy," She said low so only the three of them could hear, "When I have such a wonderful mistress and friend like you to see that I am."

Erin had left to put a yawning and stubbornly insistent that he was not actually sleepy six-year-old to bed. But she returned carrying an armful of dusty large photo-albums and family lineages minutes later.

Drawn to those dust-covered tomes she crossed over to them. On their covers was the Boar and Iris seal of the Adair family. Her fingers traced over the symbol she hadn't seen in three hundred years.

Christian sat across from her now. At her command he had fetched two bottles of Heineken and two plates of cheese and crackers. Well, she had commanded him to get something for himself but hadn't specified what. So for a terrible moment he searched for something to get for himself that would please her. He eventually came to getting what she got.

He then returned to her. He felt uncomfortable not kneeling at her side as he should be, but here in this setting he knew she'd want to try and fit in among these humans.

It was then he saw her settle down and relax her shoulders nearly imperceptibly. Christian's eyes widened but he quickly schooled his expression into a more neutral one. No vampire liked having a moment that could be perceived as weakness not even in front of their servant.

“Christian," She said finally.

His bottle of beer was placed on the table and his mouthful of the cool liquid was swallowed instantly at the sound of his mistress uttering his name. "Yes, mistress."

"I want to tell you a story, the story of a young woman. She was seen in passing one evening after the sun had set by two passing vampires. One of them had wanted to kill the woman, while the other objected. There was a huge argument, which led to the vampires parting ways. One of them stayed though and spent the next few weeks watching her. One night, that vampire approached that same young woman and seduced her one night deep in the woods.”

Why did the sound of her voice feel like a caress of her fingers over his eardrums? While her voice was like silk her eyes were diamond-tipped drills boring into him as if the story she was saying had another meaning she wanted to make certain he understood.

“The vampire gave her the first two marks and was going to release her but one night, one of those illicit trysts was interupted by the return of the second vampire who attacked and nearly killed the young woman. The first vampire was forced to give the third mark to save her life. This woman was strong willed, independent with a family including a young son. The vampire had driven off the other but suspected she would return. She was drawn to the lady of the quiet strength and wished no ill will to either her or her family, and decided to offer her a choice. The woman chose to leave her family and everything she knew, to leave with the vampire whom she felt a forbidden attraction. It came out later, that she was initially concerned with her family, but she had left, to be with me.”

He straightened up at that and turned his head. His eyes on Fiona. "You mean she was-"

“What draws me to her and why we fit so well together is I enjoy her fiercely independent spirit. The way she is her own person and yet she offers herself to me mind body and spirit, somehow while retaining that which is her. She told him, "I know she doesn’t need me but that she chooses to be with me means everything.”

Christian's mouth opened at that, but he didn't know what to say. He was taught to deny everything about himself. He had no idea what it meant to be independent, Had he ever been independent? Had he ever thought of what he wanted above how best to serve his mistress' wants?

No, all his wants were whatever his mistress wanted them to be. That was what he had been taught growing up in the InServ program.

He looked over to Fiona. Lady Triana valued her independence. Christian wouldn't know where to begin to become like her, but if his mistress wanted him to-

He stopped the thought in the familiar rut the program had left in his mind exactly when Triana commented on it, “I don’t want you to be Fiona. I want you to be you."

He swallowed a swig of the beer down a parched throut and then replied, "But I am not sure I know who I am outside of your servant. I am nothing more than my training, and that is apparently lacking for you, Mistress."

"I admire the way the Inserv program has trained its servants to be everything an average vampire needs," She stated. Her voice had dropped a register and he could feel his skin tingling in anticipation for the next word she spoke, "But I need so much more than that."

"What is it you need me to learn, Mistress," He implored her, "Just explain whatever skills or way of thinking you want me to attain, and I will devote myself to becoming that for you-"

He stopped himself looking into her eyes' reaction at that. "But that isn't what you want, is it? You want me to decide what I want for myself?"

At her nod he looked down at his plate of cheese and crackers. He had gotten it to match what his mistress had wanted because he hadn't been able to decide for himself what he wanted to eat when she gave him that freedom.

Even a little freedom for a man born and raised to be a slave. Was there anything more frightening?

He pushed a piece of cheese around on his plate and lifted it to his mouth. He ate it half-heartedly struggling to ask himself that question.

"I am very far removed from the average vampire and I realise that is going to take some getting used to," She continued, "Perhaps most frustrating is my habit of being my own unique self one moment and then so much the vampire the next that I know Fiona has itched to slap me a time or two and I am quite sure you will feel the same eventually.”

His head shot up and he shook it vehemently. "I would never strike you."

That was a little too loud and a few of the fishermen getting up to turn in for the night turned to look over to them.

Yet Triana defused the situation when she laughed. The fishermen shrugged and began heading for the stairs and their rooms.

“Though who knows, A bit of a wrestling match between us could prove..." She trailed off suggestively leaving him anticipating the next word, "...Titillating to say the least.”

He nodded his head. Unbidden an image of Triana came to him grappling with him. He had learned and excelled in Grecco-Roman style wrestling but inevitably her inhuman advantage in strength overcame his excellent technique. He was on the floor his wrists pinned, and Triana straddling him. Rather than impaling herself onto him she rested her parted legs on his stomach. She began rolling her hips dragging her clitoris up and down the washboard of his abs. With every stroke her shapely ass bumped against the hard girder of his cock almost negligently.

He blinked. He didn't know if that was an image she planted or one his misbehaving imagination had come up with on its own at her words.

Was that what he wanted? He didn't know, or rather was afraid to want something so much for once in his life only to have it ripped away from him when-

-when the Council's enforcers found and killed Mistress Deava.

She leaned forward then and looked deep into Christian’s eyes as she said softly, “I may have began as your Mistress under awkward circumstances but the fact I am now doesn’t change. For however long it lasts, you are mine. I didn’t decide this lightly and I know you have a great deal of potential. Consider it perhaps an Inserv’s duty to please your Mistress, by not taking yourself so seriously.”

His eyebrows rose at that and his face was locked in an expression of bewilderment.

She chuckled and somehow he managed to chuckle a little at himself too.

Triana glanced around and to Christian's surprise he realized all the other people had left the pub. How long had they been talking? He glanced at the clock noting that it was an hour later in the night than what it was when they came down here earlier.

He got up after his mistress and followed her over to where Fiona was sitting with the innkeeper. She had one of the dusty photo album opened up and her fingers were tracing over a photograph of a young woman in 1930's clothing who bore a strong resemblance to her. Her mouth was turned up in a wide smile and tears of emotion welling up in her eyes.

"That's Robert's great grandmother, Melinda," Erin told her, "Back when she was about your age. She was a nurse in London during the Blitz. The pilot in the fighter plane on the next page was the father of Robert's grandfather. The pilot was shot down over the channel before they could get married. She came back here to raise their son, but ever since an Adair has always served in one way or another, like Robert is now."

Fiona turned her head the moment she saw Triana approach them. She looked up at her with mixed emotions. She wasn't ready to leave this treasure trove of photos and genealogies. Yet the thought of turning her mistress down even for this was just unacceptable.

But Triana came up to her leaned down and planted a kiss upon her lips. A kiss she readily returned with all the passion and gratitude she could muster for her mistress. Christian saw the Innkeeper's face deepen in color and turned her head down to keep from watching the two women. She did glance towards him trying to see his reaction to it.

Christian's face stayed neutral. He knew people on the outside wouldn't understand, and if they knew the full truth...well it took special individuals to accept the existence of vampires as fact and then the bondage and dominance and servitude...no, people on the outside would never understand.

The kiss broke and Triana pulled back up. Fiona peered into her Mistress' eyes as she said, “Take your time…”

Her grin returned breaking into an all out smile. She glanced to Christian though with mixed emotion. She knew Triana had plans, and this wouldn't be the first time she took a pretty meal upstairs to bed leaving her below. However she couldn't help but feel at least a little jealousy over it being her new servant. On the other hand she knew Christian would serve their Mistress well and she did want to stay and look through the generations of her family in those books...

...She was conflicted over it, but it was just her wanting her cake and eating it too.

She watched Triana and Christian go up the steps towards their room before returning to the photo-album in her arms.

Christian stopped before the door of their room. He turned to face Triana. "Mistress," He said, "I still don't know what it is that I want...but...I know...I know that I want to give you whatever you desire."
 
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