Cainhurst in Darkness (closed)

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"Come here, my sweet."

A voice, rich as chocolate and just as dark, rolled out of the shadows under the great, arching entryway to Cainhurst Castle, beckoning the young woman deeper into the darkness.

The girl, barely 20, hiked up her skirts, soaked in the snow that forever fell around the darkness of the castle. She was quite pretty, despite the way the cold bit at her nose and cheeks, turning them red and numb as her toes.

The figure which appear in the doorway to meet her was not quite what she - nor any of the other villagers - expected. Indeed, the figure was not even a man, as they assumed. It was no vampire lord seducing and raping the young virgins of the village... But rather, it was a vampire lady, coldly beautiful in her own eternal youth. Hair black as night, with eyes the colour of fresh blood, she smiled at her young visitor, extending a pale hand to her. "Oh, my dearest. You must be so very cold. Come, let us go inside. We shall find you something dry to wear, and warm you by the fire."

Each time the lady of the castle fed, it was the same. She used her power to entrance a young woman from the village in the few nights before her wedding, and compelled her to come to the castle. Then, once she arrived, she would be invited in by the kind mistress of the house, stripped of her wet clothes and left by a roaring fire with blankets to warm herself while other clothes were fetched for her by the house servants. But, as it happened, the servants would never return, for they were not needed. With a deft and light touch, the lady vampire would seduce the young woman and they would spend the night together in lust and pleasure, with the vampiress only feeding from the young woman as she peaked, over and over again.

Perhaps, if the people of the village knew what was really happening, they would not have been so keen to hunt the creature of the castle. The vampiress only desired the young women in the nights before their weddings because the blood of a mortal in love was among the most potent. And when the girls were returned the next morning, satiated and unable to remember exactly what had happened the night before, they were still intact - virginal in the only way the men of the village cared about. For the men in town could be brutish and thought of their wives as only possessions - it drew their ire to think some vampire lord was having their wives-to-be before they could. In fact, it was their brutishness that was the only reason that the vampiress took their women before their wedding night - many a village girl fell quickly out of love once she realized how cruel her husband could be. Indeed, if the village men had only been kinder, none of this would have happened at all.

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"Mistress? L-lady Ophelia?" a meek voice drifted into the darkened library one evening where the lady lounged, reading. Her bloody gaze lifted from the book to look into the hall where one of her servants waited.

"What is it?"

"I have just returned from the village, mistress." Oh, how angry they would be if they knew some of their own served the hated vampire! "I feel I must inform you, it is of the utmost importance. The villagers have sent for a vampire hunter. I believe they mean for him to come here and kill you."

Lips stained deep red from blood curled up into a chilling smile. "Oh have they, now? What fun. I look forward to meeting this hunter of theirs."

 

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MEANWHILE

The carriage rolled bouncing on the uneven pavement. The man inside bore little notice his head bowed as if he was in prayer. He wasn't the hunter had long since stop believing in a divine force that was benevolent.

Not since the gods began the long hunt

The hunter (for he had lost his name long ago) was one of the last of his kind. The long hunt the endless night had taken most of his brother. The others had gone mad so much so that he was know hunter of hunters as well as hunter of beast. The church and the old gods had all but obliterated humanity and the town of Yarnham and Old Yarnham burned endlessly.

And there was no escape

The hunter opened his eyes black as night and reached down. He unwrapped his sword and stroked its runes before sliding it out. He gave it a few test swings before he slid it back in. Next he picked up his blunderbuss making sure the oiled tube still shone in the dark before setting it down. Finally his Saw Cleaver the first weapon thrust into his hand by the church was checked. He had long since given up cleaning it and the blood of the monsters and men he killed had stained it a permanent deep blood.

He heard the driver calling that they would be there soon and looked at his reflection in the glass. His features were hidden the cap he wore and the long cloak that covered his body hiding the farmer who was once he. He knew if the discarded them he would see a pale man with no hair and a large hulking body as if he had spent his life plowing the fields but he never removed his cloak because he was a hunter know.

and would be until some beast finally claimed him

He felt the carriage roll to a stop. The man he had paid to take him out (what had he paid him with?) would only go to the beginning of the large bridge that connected Cainhurst castle to the village. It was cursed to go any farther.

Or so it was said

Still he thanked the man (after all in Yarnham there was only your two feet to carry you forward) and stepped out. The cold rose up trying to grab him but he had long lost any feeling in his body. He starred instead wary at the beast his sword at the ready in case any thing was waiting.

Usually it was

However he made it across the bridge no problem which only confused the Hunter. If there was a vampire in the castle as it was said then he was leaving himself open for attack. Of course vampires were a superior lot and many of them had fallen to the hunters out of sheer ignorance. The Hunter proceeded warily his sword in one hand and his blunderbuss in the other picking his way across the bridge.

He made it with no problem and found himself facing a massive pair of stone steps that led to a door slightly ajar. He stopped taking his time to admire the old architecture that had once made Yarnham famous. The looming stone, the gargoyles, and the snow capped turrets were a sight to behold indeed. The Hunter tried to imagine the love and care of working a craft knowing it well enough to do such things. Would he have found such a love?

Or was the hunt his craft?

He grabbed his torch swapping his blunderbuss out as he lit the damn thing. He proceeded up the steps sliding through the massive doors and finding himself in the courtyard. He looked warily at the courtyard his eyes out for any monsters as he moved his protective cloak around his body. He continued his boots leaving imprints in the snow as he made his way to the entrance to the castle itself.

 

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Ophelia watched from an upper window as the hunter approached; a hulking man, his immense strength apparent in the way he moved. Interesting. The last time the poor villagers sent someone to kill her, they'd sent a young man who, she suspected, had never even touched a weapon before. The boy hadn't lasted an hour.

This man, though? He seemed like he could offer her at least some fun before she had to kill him. The servants were instructed to behave as though the master of the castle was gone, and wouldn't be returning for a week. She drew on some of her power to hide her true nature - red eyes turning slate blue, and her fangs withdrawing to appear like normal teeth.

And with that, Ophelia pushed open the doors to the keep and ran outside toward the hunter.

"Sir! Oh kind sir, you mustn't come any closer! Please!" she cried, running up to him. Wide-eyed and innocent-looking, she pressed her hands against his chest. "Please, please, I beg of you. The monster is gone, and I can't bear to think of anyone else becoming trapped here as his slave!"

She looked up at him, and found he was even more intimidating in person. "Unless," she whispered softly, "unless you think you could kill him. And free me from this servitude..." She bit down on a soft red lip. "I would do anything to be free of him, sir. Could you help me?"

 

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The hunter was so lost in thought thee woman took him by surprise.

She barreled out looking very distraught. Yet the hunt had taught him many things one being not to trust any one even some one who didn't look monstrous. He put a hand on his sword watching her steely eyed as she approached.

He cocked his head taking her words and actions in. The beast was gone? Perhaps but that only meant he would have to wait until he returned to finish him. The hunter was not used to staying one place for long and there was much work to be done still in the city.

Yet he couldn't leave the villagers and apparently the servants too escape

"I can kill him" he replied his thick yarnham accent coming out (think Transylvanian) "for now you and your servants can leave the castle i shall stay and await the creature"

He shrugged past her turning and giving her one last lingering look before he climbed up the snow covered steps and into the house. He stopped looking around and once again !marveling at a yarnham of old before the gods and the church messed it up.

 

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Perfect. Ophelia allowed herself a slight smirk when the man brushed past her. Then she put her distraught expression back on and followed him up the steps. "I cannot leave. None of us can. There is a powerful ward placed around the castle grounds that prevents us from doing so." Which was a lie, of course. Ophelia didn't need magic to keep her servants. She was powerful, wealthy, and she treated them with... not respect, exactly, but often as one might treat a favoured pet. She was not cruel, and they were paid well - better than they could earn anywhere in that silly little village, in any case.

They stepped into the enormous front hall of the castle and she moved to stand in front of him. "Please, let me make you comfortable. The master of the castle will not be returning for a few days. There is little you can do between now and then but wait. I'll have one of the servants collect your wet and cold clothes, and perhaps we can see about finding you something dry to wear, at least."

 

[silvertongue217]

The hunter frowned at the servants words. A ward? That was powerful magic. The master of this house was a powerful person in deed. The hunter rethought his approach before finally shrugging.

He had faced powerful

"That will not be necessary" the hunter said at her shifting at her words "my clothes do not come off neither do my weapons nor are they touched" he said brushing past her.

"Simply direct me to the highest tower and I shall wait" he said turning to her his eyes piercing and dark as he stood on the blood tree carpeting.

 

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Most other people would be cowed by the dark stare he gave her after refusing her offer of more comfortable clothing. She, however, was not most people.

"Please, sir. I must insist," she answered. "I cannot bear the thought of my savior remaining alone and uncomfortable for his entire stay here." As she spoke, she approached him again, extending one finger to trace a path down his chest. She popped open one of the buttons at the top of his coat as she went. "Please, allow me to bring you comfort, dear hunter. You may find you'll enjoy it." Her voice grew rich with the promise of pleasure as she spoke, and she stepped closer to him once again, her soft body pressing against his. He felt as hard with muscle as he looked, and she found herself smiling.

Ophelia preferred to feed with sex, and she tended to be picky about her male partners. This man, however, was lighting a fire of desire in her. It was dangerous, of course, given that he was here to kill her. Not that he knew that, yet, and she would have to play that ignorance to her advantage if she wanted to have him before the week was out.

 

[silvertongue217]

The hunter watched the woman, watched as she pressed herself against him and began to undue his button. What was this? It felt familiar.... a stiring from a life before the Endless Hunt. It was dull and listless but it was there. A touch, a kiss, a pressing of bodies together.

A chance to be human again

The hunter shook her off stepping back "My clothes are fine" He said shifting and eyeing her up and down "I thank you for your hospitality and your offer" He said with a nod of his head. He turned on his heel walking away from her his cloak swishing against the stone as he climbed the steps. He would continue with his plan find the highest tower and wait for the master of the house. Whether or not the girl stayed or the other servants were not his concern at the moment.

There were no innocents in the Endless Hunt

 

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Ophelia let him go, for now, but she was wearing a smile. She'd felt the spark in him when she touched him, and heard it in his voice when he thanked her for her hospitality. He was going to break eventually. It was just a matter of time.

She retired to the library to wait, giving him enough time to find the highest room in the tallest spire of the castle. She bore a smile on her lips at the thought. She supposed he expected an empty space, or perhaps a storage room. A place as unyielding as he. But that was not what he would find, for the highest room in the tallest tower was richly furnished as a luxurious bedroom - indeed, the very room Ophelia often used while seducing her victims.

The floors were covered in rich, soft carpet. There was a fireplace on one side of the room, while the other was dominated by a massive, soft four-poster bed with thick curtains hanging down around the outside. The walls were all covered in beautiful tapestries, all of beautiful scenes that had, hidden within them, a certain darkness - perhaps the lovely view of a babbling brook was marred by the murder occurring in the distance.

A little while later, Ophelia came up to the room, seeking out the hunter, and knocked on the door. "Hello?" She peered inside, and then made motion to the fireplace. "I brought up some servants to start a fire for you. You must be so very cold up here, alone." She stepped inside, letting the servants in past her, who scurried to finish their job as quickly as possible before disappearing again.

Once they were alone, Ophelia turned to the hunter. "What is your name? I am called Lady Ophelia."

 

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The hunter reached the room and blinked in surprise. He supposed he shouldnt have been surprised. Though most of the beast that prowled the Endless Hunt were far to gone to care for such.... creature comforts there were still those that did. He took it all in the part of his humanity once again bubbling back as he thought about being in such a bed. He allowed himself a few moments of thought in this matter before he went over to the window and starred out it. The snow seemed to be falling faster than when he had arrived creating a haze that would make it hard to watch for his prey. It was no matter he still had the strategic advantage of being in his home already.

He pulled up one of the comfy chairs and sank in it shifting and pulling his sword and saw cleaved out of their holsters. He laid the sword on his lap watching the night. When the servant came back in he didnt jump he could almost be sleeping when she asked her question.

"I am simply The Hunter lady" He said turning his head to her "My name has been long forgotten and I thank you for the fire"

 

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"You have been hunting so long you lost your name...?" She sounded sad, but in reality, there was a bolt of fear that ran through her. Someone who lived his entire life as a hunter would surely be dangerous. "I'm sorry. It must be difficult. Lonely."

She came up to him and sat down on the arm of the chair next to him. Her hand came to rest on his shoulder. She leaned a little closer to him, her lips coming next to his ear. "How did you come to be a hunter? Do you have a wife waiting for you anywhere? Anxious for her husband to return home?"

 

[silvertongue217]

"How did I come to be a hunter?" The hunter asked shifting. Once again she was in his space acting so human. Was cainhurst really so removed from the horrors of Yarnham? Or had the woman just been here for so long she was kept lost of what was happening?

"I have no one at home" The Hunter said finally choosing to answer her questions "The hunt has taken my family as well as every one else the hunters of the church have all but been slaughtered or driven mad it us the conscripts the men brought into the fool battle that our left to tend to our duties" He said looking down at his sword once more and watching the light of the fire shine off of it.

 

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Ophelia listened carefully to the story. She'd heard of what was happening, but she had no idea it was as bad as he was saying. The world was falling apart. No wonder the people of the village were so hardened and cruel.

Her hand lifted from his shoulder and removed his hat, hanging it off the corner of the chair, and the her palm came to rest against his cheek, turning his face slowly so she could look him in the eyes. "I'm sorry. Your life seems to be full of such pain." She leaned closer, her lips hovering very close to his. "Please, allow me to free you of that pain. At least for a little while. Allow me to return some small pleasure to your life, hunter." And with that, she kissed him, soft and sensuous.

 

[silvertongue217]

Her kiss shocked him

The hunter had been kissed before of course (he was not that much of a BOY) yet it was from a lifetime ago. He had long since forgotten about such pleasures of flesh.

Of course he didnt deal in any pleasures any more

He kissed her back his tongue sliding into her mouth as he sampled her for a few moments before pulling away. The man under the mask was pale with hard eyes and a bald head yet striking features. He regarded her for several seconds before shaking his head.

"The hunt does not bring pain with it" He said looking down eyeing her up and down "It brings numbness while I appreciate your offer of solace and comfort and the pleasures of flesh you will be disappointed my humanity and with it pleasure has long since abandoned me"

 

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Ophelia was smiling. He'd returned her kiss, so this commentary about being numb and unable to feel pleasure wasn't entirely true. She knew that. And she wasn't about to give up on him now, not when she was so close to getting what she wanted.

She slipped easily off the arm of the chair and into his lap. She hiked up her skirts and straddled him easily, slipping her arms around his neck. "Come now," she purred, "such a lack of pleasure is a kind of pain in and of itself, is it not?" She leaned forward again, this time planting a kiss against his neck, right over his jugular. "There is still humanity in you yet, hunter. I can taste it..." She pulled back and looked him in the eye. Some women might have been afraid of the harshness of his appearance. She, however, found him striking and wanted him all the more. "When you leave here, you may return to your numbness, to your cold ways. But while you are here, give in. Give yourself a week to feel like a man once again. To enjoy the pleasures of the flesh with a willing woman who desires you." She kissed him once more. "Do you remember what it's like to be desired, hunter?"

 

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She was not so easily swayed that much was clear

The hunter stiffened as she straddled him and plyed her offer to him. He chuckled leaning his head back and sighing as she kissed his jugular. Such feeling for him was strange but it was not entirely wrong. The Hunter eyed his sword reaching out and running his hands over it before going to her back. His fingers stroked the lace muling over her words.

"I do not" He finally replied glancing down at her "And while I am not against.... the sharing of our flesh I shall warn you that it will not take from my mission and my hunt I am here to kill your master and will not be lulled into some false.... security if that is his intention with you and I coupling" he said showing he was smart a brain behind the brute.

"you have came to me quite willingly such so that it gives me cause to suspect" He warned her his hand blurring as it came to her throat "try to kill me and I promise I will take you with me"

 

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Ophelia's expression lit into a smile once he agreed to give in to her desires. That he was still intent on his mission mattered less. She could wear away at that part of him later. For now, it was time to enjoy her success.

His suspicion at her flirtations made her laugh, and she shook her head. "Oh my dear hunter, no. No one has ordered me to seduce you. I certainly do not intend to kill you, my savior." And that wasn't even a lie. No, to keep him, feeding over and over for years - that was so much better than a single killing feeding. And that was what she intended. She was too intelligent a monster to waste such a delectable victim.

She stood before him, a knowing little smirk on her face, and she slowly began to strip. One by one, she began to untie the laces on her dress, the loosening of it allowing her breasts to spill a little further out of the confining velvet and lace. At the last bow, the dress slipped down her body into a pool at her feet, leaving her wearing naught but a corset and a translucent slip. With that finished, she removed the combs and clips from her hair until her jet-black curls were falling free down over her shoulders and back.

She fluttered her eyelashes at him, a playful expression. "Oh, but it's so very cold up here in this drafty room." She held a hand out to him. "Come, keep me warm, would you please?"

 

[silvertongue217]

He watched her his eyes darkening with that lust as she dressed down. He took in her body drinking it in like he drank in a battle. She was beautiful but then again that had never been a question. The hunter was still no fool it was simply to much coincidence to believe he would stumble on this castle and the master not be home yet there was a woman who took him in and offered him her body. IF the Hunter hadnt been hungry, hungry for HER he might have question it more.

But he didnt

He rose up "certainly" He said his hands finally coming to the clasp on his cloak. He pulled it off exposing a body in simple leather armor. That came undone next discarded but not to far from the bed if the need for it arose. He stood in front of her naked his body covered in scars and injection marks. Even still he was impressive large and imposing powerful. His cock swung free heavy and hard swollen as the desire he had for her was clear and evident.

"shall we?" He said gesturing at the bed grabbing his sword and leaning it in reach before he turned to her and rose an eyebrow.

 

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Ophelia smiled, her gaze unabashed as she looked his naked form up and down. Perfect. One might not normally say such a thing about a man so scarred, but to her, the scars were a story, of strength and battle, and of proving that he was worthy of life. She took him by the hand and led him to the bed, then pushed gently against his chest to indicate that she wanted him to sit. She did not push hard enough to force him to move - she could have, certainly, but that would have given away that she was not human - and continued her slow strip-tease in removing her corset, and then, finally, her slip. One she was finished, she was left wearing nothing but a pair of stockings.

 

[silvertongue217]

The hunter leaned back allowing himself to be positioned. It was for his own pleasure any ways and he was rewarded with her slow strip. The fire crackled behind them throwing the glass of the window into a marriage of colors.

"Well you are certainly alluring" He said his tongue flicking out wetting his bottom lip as he took her in "Thank you for the dance"

He leaned in pressing a kiss to her hip. He breathed in with his nose drinking her in. His hands moved on their own according going to her legs and drawing them up and to her ass. He gripped the tender flesh kneading it as he planted soft kisses and bites all over her thighs.

 

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Ophelia gasped at the feeling of his mouth on her sensitive skin, nipping and kissing. Her hips began to move of their own accord, trying to guide his mouth towards her glistening wet pussy.

Her hands grasped at his shoulders while she tried to keep herself steady - the rush of pleasure and lust was making even her knees weak, and the strength of the hands kneading the flesh of her bottom was certainly not helping.

It had been too long since she had enjoyed such pleasures with someone who wasn't meek and malleable. And while there was a certain kind of pleasure in teaching the young virgins of the town about lust and desire, she had missed bedding someone who would simply take what he wanted without fear.

 

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The hunter smirked from underneath her skin. He noted the way she gripped his shoulder and his desire sky rocketed. She was enjoying this. He thought to himself a shiver of pleasure running through his body. Perhaps his skills werent as... rusty as he had imagined. The thought spurred him on as he finally reached her moist pussy.

The hunters tongue flicked out drawing itself against her swollen lips. He ran hi tongue up and down collecting her juices on his tongue before he tasted them. He groaned a little at the pleasurable taste and dove in his tongue pushing deep inside of her as he began to lick and eat her out with gusto.

 

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She moaned once his tongue started dipping inside her. She leaned back, giving his mouth better access and trusting his strong hands on her ass to keep her from falling. Her fingernails began to bite into his shoulders as he started licking her deeper, and she started gasping.

Her legs spread wider for him while he worked, and her hips started bouncing and jerking against his mouth as best they could while he was holding her still. It was easy for her to give herself over to the pleasure he was giving her, and soon, her moans turned to cries, and she was beginning to approach her edge.

"I'm so close!" she panted, surprised by how quickly the hunter's tongue was bringing her to her first orgasm of the night. "Yes, yes, keep going!"

 

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The hunter heard her cries of getting close and smirked to himself. He pushed his tongue in deeper his rough mouth pressing against her clit as he strived to make her cum and cum hard. He thrusted his tongue in deeper intent on getting all of her into his mouth as he sucked and nibbled on her tender flesh.

 

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The hunter responded to her warnings by simply pushing his tongue harder and deeper into her, and that was all it took. She cried out one last time, her whole body shaking as wave after wave of orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy exploded, filling his eager mouth with her juices, and, a moment later, her knees gave out from the pleasure and she collapsed forward into him.

She ended up straddling his lap again, her head resting on his shoulder while she caught her breath. She smiled, lifting her head, and kissed him, moaning at the taste of herself on his mouth. "My turn," she purred.

And with that, she slipped easily off of his lap, down onto her knees in front of him. She parted his legs and smiled up at him. She held his gaze while her tongue darted out to trace a wet, warm pattern against the tip of his cock, teasing him just a little before she finally parted her lips and took his length deep into her hot, waiting mouth.