The Call

[AngelofDeath]

Rayven howled, bracing her hands beside his head she slammed her self up and down his cock. Her cum dreanching his lap. Her eyes glowed brightly growls, moans and groans steadily pouring out of her mouth.

 

[therufus]

Dimitre begins to moan loudly as she pounds his cock for all it's worth and soon the pleasure is to much for him

"Oh.. I'm gonna cum.."

He feels his cock expand and fire it's load deep into her womb.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Rayven trembled hard as he filled her. Holding herself from collaspsing atop him she bent down and kissed him. Willing her heart to slow she said, "Tonight was fun."

 

[therufus]

Dimitre nuzzled her neck where he had recently but her. He kissed the healing wounds.
"Yes it was my pet."

 

[AngelofDeath]

She nuzzled him wanting to stay as they were but knowing the sun would be up soon. "We should go." She stood and streched.

 

[therufus]

Dimitre gets up after her.
"Yes. Alas the sun rises to soon at times."

 

[AngelofDeath]

Pullign her coat on and pushing him back into is pants they headed for the hotel. Licking her teeth she said, "Hey took way too many vitamins. He tastes like one giant pill"

 

[therufus]

"Hmm. I guess your right. From what little I tasted from your lips I can tell that he thought he would live longer if he took them."

He laughed
"A lot of good they did him."

 

[AngelofDeath]

"Well who expects to be eaten by a were in this day and age." She laughed. They were in thier hallway stadning between their doors. "Enjoy your meal and your sleep."

 

[therufus]

"Would you like to sleep with me in my bed? The girl can leave for a later meal."

 

[AngelofDeath]

Rayven nodded. she let him lead her into his room. HEr coat falling to the floor.

 

[Mistress Silver]

Demos feels his lifeblood dripping away, and feels the passion of his mate increase. This is good. His claws are imbedded fully, but he jars them with each joining, as his pace increases to match hers. He can feel the horizon of their fufillment, but ignores it, simply thrusting faster instead. The sheathing is like a cocoon of the purest silk, and her bites are like tender kisses to him. What is more, he feels her heat increase with every drop, and it is ecstasy. The blood now dripping down her thighs, joins with the river of her passion, which flows between the two, and down his legs, filling the air with the scents of blood, and lust.

With a particularly hard thrust I find myself screaming in pleasure, his barbed phallus ramming against the special gathering of nerves hidden within my body. The onslaught of pleasure is too much and the start of an orgasm tramples me senseless.

Pleasure ignites my every sensitive nerve and I feel myself explode around his hard shaft. My satin juices squirting down his length to mix with my blood. My legs squeeze his hips with an ancient strength and it is a wonder that his hips do not shatter under such stress. My fingers roam his furred body with abandon, my right hand moves to his heavy testicles . The sac is covered with short soft hair and I roll the heavy orbs in my hand. I feel him shudder and sense an orgasm rip through his body, as well.

His entire frame shakes with an eruption of ecstasy, the orbs I am massaging tighten, the tip of his phallus swells, and he slams into me so hard that it sends another orgasm rolling through me.

I feel him ejaculate into my body, his thick, hot semen splashing against my quivering inner walls. I moan as he continues to pump into me, driving the orgasm to further heights. I look to our joining to see his milky seed leak from my body, trail down his amazing manhood, and to his balls and my hand.

Mindless from the assaulting explosions of heavenly sin I continue to ride his shaft with his help. Deliciously savoring the sharp tingles of sensation as his length satiates my feminine desires.

"Demos," I whisper softly, "thank you."

 

[Demos Straxus]

Demos purrs at her again, his own release fufilled, he can now luxuriate in her softness. The driving need to release has gone, and a soft playfulness is in its place. Nonetheless his sharp senses tell him something that causes minor annoyance. The dawn is coming. Licking along her neck, he speaks, his voice losing some of its bestial quality.

"Constance.....the dawn nears. It would be best for us to retire to a room without windows."

 

[therufus]

Dimitre opens the casket.

"LEave and come back tomorrow night."

The woman inside leaves the room without a word. He climbs in and offers his hands to help Rayven in.

"Come here my sweet."

 

[AngelofDeath]

Rayven climbed in next to him. Normally weres would hate being enclosed like this, but she wanted to be next to him. Laying her head onhis chest she yawned softly.

 

[therufus]

He embraces her and slowly closes the top.

"Good morning my sweet"
He closes his eys and is soon sleeping.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Rayven laid there for a long time listening to her lover's heart slow adn then stop. Closing her eyes she let herself drift off and contemplate the comming day.


occ: guess we wait for everyone else to catch up.

 

[Mistress Silver]

Demos purrs at her again, his own release fufilled, he can now luxuriate in her softness. The driving need to release has gone, and a soft playfulness is in its place. Nonetheless his sharp senses tell him something that causes minor annoyance. The dawn is coming. Licking along her neck, he speaks, his voice losing some of its bestial quality.

"Constance.....the dawn nears. It would be best for us to retire to a room without windows."

"Constance.....the dawn nears. It would be best for us to retire to a room without windows."

The words, though not intentionally, have slapped me. The afterglow of our love quickly dissipates and reality takes a moment of triumph as it crashes back into my life.

"I . . ." How could I tell him? I'm not even sure we've made more of an intimate connection . . . or if I was just an easy lay . . . Was I? "I shared my quarters with someone once," I murmur. "I though he loved me as I loved him and so when he asked if he could join me I had no qualms against him." I pause for a long moment before continuing, "when I woke the next night it was by sheer luck that I was still alive. He did horrible things to me, things I returned in kind five years later. . .

"I guess what I'm trying to say is: can I trust you?" My voice quietly fades from the room and I await his answer. Whatever it may be.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Demos stared into her eyes, and took a hand from its former hold to softly stroke her cheek, leaving a trail of drying blood from the wounds he had cause in their passion. Slowly his shape begins to shift to his human form. Although now smaller, he still easily hold her against him in their sensual embrace. His now human features broadcast a strange mixture of love, adoration, and pain.

"Constance, you are a magnificent, unbelievable woman. I would never abuse your trust. Never."

 

[Mistress Silver]

"Constance, you are a magnificent, unbelievable woman. I would never abuse your trust. Never."

Still a little awed by the transformation it takes a short moment to completely understand his spoken words. When I do I smile and nod slowly, I can feel the truth in his words.

After I climb slowly off of his body I take his hand in mine and proceed into the library. Softly, I shut the door to the room, walking to the middle of the room I step specifically on one of the many wooden squares and a soft click can be heard if one has sensitive ears. A wooden on the far wall opens and displays a touch screen.

I enter the appropriate twenty digit code and allow it to prick my finger for a simple blood test. My identity confirmed my switches return to their hidden state. The floor just to the left of me suddenly sinks, a few squares at a time until a staircase is created.

Once more, I take Demos's hand into my own and lead him down the stairs. Into a room illuminated by a soft blue glow. The room is rich and elegant, silks and satins of blood dress my bed with delightful softness. A black rose scents the air with a heady perfume that sooths and relaxes, but also stimulates. A few other pieces of furniture accent the room as needed, but it is basically a room with a simple purpose.

"The room does have proper ventilation so worry not about suffocating," I explain to the warrior. I point to a small keypad on an end table near my bed, "If you wish to leave my room at any time, simply type the word exit and press the enter key."

Feeling slightly nervous and jittery I squeeze his hand to gain some reassurance. "So? What do you think?" I ask softly.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Demos smiled warmly. If he felt the slightest discomfort at being nude in his human state, and in a totaly alien enviroment, he gives no sign of it. His eyes assessed the the room candidly, taking in each and every detail without effort. When his eyes return to her, he does the same to her nude body, noting without discomfort the drying blood that covers her thighs, and long legs. They will heal without a trace, and they both enjoyed the making of them.

"Exquisite, Constance. Your elegent style has always been a point of admiration for me, since out first meeting. So many of our kind seem to delight in gaudy surroundings that inflate their self importance. Far better to live in fine but simple comfort......Though I must confess the room does not hold my intrest greatly at the moment."

His eyes burn with a slow passion. He has satisyed his animal lust for now, but he still has to make up for lost time, and to show this exceptional woman the depth of his commitment. His eyes flick to the the marks he had made on her neck. Nodding to it he spoke.

"I do hope that doesn't scar. It is common for my kind to mark our mates at the time of the first joining....It would seem my feline side has been without a mate for far too long."

His gaze took on a momentary faraway look.

"The last woman I marked, died in the 15th century. Burned as a witch. I have not taken a lifemate since."

His mind returned to the present, a slight melanchaly shrouding his human form, as he softly stroked her hand.

"I shall not hold you to it."

 

[therufus]

Dimitre woke the at dusk and felt Rayven breathing lightly on his chest. He huged her close and ran a finger along her soft cheek.

 

[Mistress Silver]

"I'm so very sorry," the words seem so very inadequate to express such a sorrow. I truly feel for him, though I have not experienced the loss of a loved one I can sense his emotions and they are not comfortable ones at that . . .

I release his hand and move to my bed. Laying upon, seeking a comfortable position I shift back and forth, before beckoning him to join me. The sun rises and my stairs lift to seal the room from the light of the sun. Smiling tenderly as I feel the mattress dip beneath his weight. Feeling that consuming sleep take a hold of me I turn to him and murmur tiredly, "Demos, I would be more than honored to be your mate, but I must rest now."

 

[Demos Straxus]

He brings his lips to hers in a tender kiss and whispers into her ear.

"Rest well, Constance. I shall be here when you reawaken."

 

[AngelofDeath]

Rayven stirred and licked his chest slowly. "Evening." There was a knock at his dor and she said, "You're breaskfast is here."