Possession (closed for Needfull Thing)

[SuthernCumfort]

Possession: The act of having or talking control. A domination by something, an evil spirit, a passion. A psychological state in which an individual's normal personality is replaced by another.


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Arianne wondered the halls of the lonely house thinking about what had happened to her in her three hundred years on this earth. She had seen plagues, wars, leaders killing leaders, families killing families. She had walked between the dead during the Black Plague in Europe, stood with Hitler when he engaged his madness, and walked behind the walls when JFK was laid to rest.

She was not alone though. She lived a solitary life, yet she shared her soul with another.

Arianne lived at night. The darkness was her lover, taking her, feeding her, raping her will to survive time and again. She would venture out to feed, as many nights before and someting new would find her fancy and she would wander aimlessly until she found her heart's desire.

She was curious by nature. Everything new and old caught her curiousity. She loved to explore, and had not considered settling down until the last hundred years or so. But until then she had not found reason or want to. Yet, when she found him, she wanted more than anything to. Passive by nature, she had followed him from place to place, seeking out his kills, his snacks, his lovers. Leading her to where they were now, on the swamps and bayous in Louisiana.

She went out each night longing for his scent. Sniffing the air, feeding yet being unsatisfied. She could have used her own powers to locate him, but she wanted to stalk him. To watch him and feel him around her. Of course when she found him, she would do no such thing.

Vampires are predatory creatures by nature. This one, he was not only predatory, he was dangerous. He was calculating. He was devious.

He was everything she knew she wanted and yet, she was scared. Arianne was of the old blood and her lines were strong, powerful. But he, he was youthful. He was as powerful as she, yet he was undetectable to her.

He was a longing she could only hope to find. A taste she could only hope that would quench her thirst. A need she hoped to feed.

 

[Needfull Thing]

He no longer thought of his name. Names of themselves meant nothing when you might live to see a mellenium pass. He moved in the night, barely rippling its currents. Sometimes he fed. Sometimes he fucked. This night was about enjoying the many colors of the night. The scent of fear, or lust.

The little girl could not have been more than eighteen. Her smooth flesh was unlined and tan. She probably loved her mommy and still called her father 'Daddy'. What would they say if they could see her now, with that too-short skirt pushed up to her waist and a dirty old man pumping diligently away between those lovely thighs? And what of her expression of bliss?

He walked right past them in the dingy, stinking alley and moved on. The noise on burben street was as loud as ever. It was late but it was a weekend. The police attempted to keep things as contained as possible. He swam through the heady currents, untouched in his silence.

There, a man being beaten and stabbed for the fifty dollars in his pocket. Surrounded by people who ignored his screams for help. Things in New Orleans had not changed in a hundred years. They were just as wild as ever reported in the days of his childhood. He loved the danger then, as now.

Something in the air made him stop and throw bac his head to catch a familiar scent. His eyes closed and a small smile crossed his fine features.
She was here. He let her essence fill him with warmth. Her longing for him was easy enough to detect. Perhaps before dawn they might meet.

He swam on through the dark silence.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

She could sense he was near as she strolled along the crowded streets. She, dressed like the other players in this movie of life, smiled when needed spoke when spoken to and apologized when necessary.

Yet among them, she felt an insane desire to feed. To drain. To kill. Yet, she held herself at bay. She knew of one man. One she could use to play with. One she could toy with and feed from without killing. A willing slut for her you could say.

But, as she turned the corner, her body tensed. Her senses heightened by the dark were up and her defenses were ready. Something wasnt right. She could feel his presence. She could feel his anger, and his power. But as she scanned, she could not see him.

She turned this way and that. Her dark peasant skirt flitting about her ankles. Yet no one was there. She felt a chill creep over her and she rubbed her arms out of habit.

On the back of her neck, she felt a breath. A hot, sigh of air and when she turned. there was nothing there.

Her body was tight and she attempted to move her feet from the spot they were in. He was playing with her. Toying with her. Her desire to feed, and to take were so strong. He did this to her. He made her want to express her power, to take and not give back. He made her want to be free of her earthly bounds that tied her to where she was. When he was around, she could loose herself to his own desires and passions.

His control over her was tremendous. And that scared the hell out of her

 

[Needfull Thing]

He settled his back against the warm brick of the building, smiling wide enough to show a hint of fang. His lips were faintly rimmed in red. He was full again and warm, flush from feeding. But he had not sated himself all at once.

No...he'd made a game of it. A taste here, a sip there. He had been leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for HER. She was so careful, so much more restrained than he. Her caution enfuriated him! He wished she could just GIVE IN!

But of course, there was something to be said for anticipation, he thought with another wide smile. The first one he had left was the girl who let the old man fuck her in the alley for a bag of weed and some liquer. She tasted so sweet and fresh, he almost tasted the color pink. Of course she had tried to fuck him, too but he pulled away and licked her to orgasm before biting into her thigh. She gasped and came all over his chin as he drew from her femoral.

Luckily for her, a vampire's bite has certain healing properties when the victim isn't drained. It was difficult to pull away from such sweet heat. He left her there in the alley with a blissfull smile and a slowly closing wound. She would be high on his 'special kiss' for the rest of the night.

The second had been a terrible sacrifice for him. A young, handsome boy. Smooth skinned and well-toned. Milk chocolate flesh, with a throbbing monster dick. He was so willing, slipping his jeans down over his bubble butt and placing his hands against the wall. Unfortunately for him...males were not a thing he liked to play with. But his blood was ambrosial.

All through the night he left her these dark gifts...leading her to him. And now that he was sated with blood, he longed to quench another thirst.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

She followed where he lead her. The darkness seemed to speak of his feed.
She could feel him so strongly, like no other. She came upon a very beautiful, very youthful male of 18. Very delicious looking, very tantalizing. He had been following her for a few blocks, much as dogs do with a bitch in heat. and she did nothing to dissuade his advances when he approached her.

She allowed herself to be pulled into the door and pushed against the wall. She allowed his kisses on her lips as his hands stole to push her skirt around her waist to find nothing there. That seemed to enrage him more as he began stroking her pussy, holding her in place with his own body. Pressing against her, she felt him harden immediately.

She reach down with her own delicate fingers and released his manhood allowing him to press harder into her. Slightley she raised herself, and wrapped her leg around his waist allowing him to slip into her tightness.

Moaning as he fucked her, she offered her soul to the night and as her eyes clouded, her body went rigid and she bared her fangs, breaking the skin sucking hard as he rocked against her, nowhere to go.

She held him to her tightly, her hips meeting his, her flesh pressed to his flesh, her pussy wraped around his cock, her lips against his neck. Sucking, harder feeling his heartbeat slow, then quicken as in a flash, he released his seed inside her. As he slowed, then stopped, she released him from her grip. She pushed him off her and as he slumped to the ground, she stood and watched him drift into a coma like sleep.

She laughed and her laughter seemed to ignite the winds around her and in a flash she was gone. Her own senses heightened, follow. He was close. Getting only a taste of what she wanted, she slowed. Cautious as usual, she did not relish the idea of coming up on him, fully fed, and dangerous.

Yet, that danger was there. That danger is what turned her on the most about the night was the way it seemed to play and tease her as a lover would. Being just out of reach yet right there.

She turned in slow lazy circles. She could feel him against her skin. Would he know her as one of his own? Would he know her as a child, a lover, a sister, kindred?

She was certain she would soon find out

 

[Needfull Thing]

He could feel the sun just around the horizon, like a vision seperated from touch by a wall of dream. He did miss the sun. It's warmth and it's light on his skin. Sometimes he was tempted to wait and see it again.

But not tonight. Tonight SHE was close. He followed her scent to a lovely little garden, full of night blooming flowers, just like her. He could smell the sex on her. She'd coupled with a mortal recently. Every instinct he claimed screamed for him to cleanse her of such taint, to replace that mark with his own. He loomed behind her, so much larger than she.

His hands reached out and hovered above the circle of her waist as he leaned very close and breathed onto the back of her neck...

 

[SuthernCumfort]

She closed her eyes. He stood behind her. Hands on her waist. When his breath hit her skin, she moaned. His breath was hot. She wanted to press against him, but he was much stronger than her. Holding her at bay. She leaned her head back laying it on him chest.

She could feel the confines of her soul rising. The blood so easily stolen earlier, boiled in her body as his hands held her to the ground. His mouth so close to her naked skin. She feared she would rip herself apart trying to get closer to him.

But she waited. He would take her where he wanted her to go and she would follow. Many nights she had wandered following him, his scent. His trail of leavings. His taunts and tests for her. For this moment.

She tried to press back into him. Her body sliding into his hands, back against his massive chest. She wanted to cover herself with him. To be buried underneath him as he fucked the life from her. She wanted to feel his seed burn a hole inside her body as it errupted from his cock into her waiting pussy.

But she would do this when he was ready to do it to her. It was his ball game now. He would determine what and when and how. All she could do was moan over and over.