The Call

[AngelofDeath]

Raven fetched her drink taking the time to give Dimitre a look. "And you know i would never go fro one of your's Constance. I vaue my health too much to risk a torrid little romp."

She made her way back to her seat, "The war is the pointless fun of a small little man with way too much power. Now he doesn't even know when he wants to bring his own soldiers home."

Rolling her eyes, she sipped her drink. Her wolf noticed the spark between the two elders, and grinned. It was a good match.

 

[LadyChance]

Faith

Stepping off the elevator and hearing it 'Whoosh' silently behind me brings a slow smile to my face. The poor boy has almost pissed himself once he had realized that I was a vampire. Setting out down the hall without actually looking at the key in my hand, but knowing instictively which one was mine.

Slipping the key in and opening the door, I knew the others were here and would be together now. But I just didn't care, they would know soon enough that I was here. They could come to me if they wanted me, otherwise I was going to take my time before going to them.

Setting the bad on the floor, as I slipped my clothing from my body. Stripping completely before reaching the bathroom. Finding all my needs in the bathroom, turning on the faucets as I step into the water, caressing my skin washing away all my cares.

 

[Mistress Silver]

"You and your pets." Demos says dryly as he shakes his head, I grin at him. I am use to his sense of humor and I have even learned to see it as charming and even amusing.

"And you know I would never go for one of your's Constance. I value my health too much to risk a torrid little romp." I vaguely hear Raven as she retorts to my warning. "The war is the pointless fun of a small little man with way too much power. Now he doesn't even know when he wants to bring his own soldiers home."

Her words have become the comforting buzz of background noise. I have not much care beyond Demos and the feeling pooling within his eyes. I fumble with my drink with idle fingers as I stare at the warrior sitting on the couch with me.

I catch the sharp taste of his drink on the drifting currents of air and my body stills. My eyes track a slow movement of his arm as he lifts the tumbler to his lips to take a small drink of his alcoholic beverage. I shift slightly uncomfortable as my body slowly begins to uncoil, my muscles relaxing and my blood heating as I further watch Demos.

"Yes..." I respond to no one in particular, but feeling as if I required to voice a response.

I have cause to feel foolish, but I do not. Maybe when I can tear my eyes from his, then I could take the time to feel foolish.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Rayven arched and eyebrow and then leaned over to Dimitre, "I do believe that for once Demos has someone's full attention. That and Constance is falling for him, or its been awhile since she has had a lover who really understands the lust of a night creature."

"You and your pets." Demos says dryly as he shakes his head, I grin at him. I am use to his sense of humor and I have even learned to see it as charming and even amusing.

"And you know I would never go for one of your's Constance. I value my health too much to risk a torrid little romp." I vaguely hear Raven as she retorts to my warning. "The war is the pointless fun of a small little man with way too much power. Now he doesn't even know when he wants to bring his own soldiers home."

Her words have become the comforting buzz of background noise. I have not much care beyond Demos and the feeling pooling within his eyes. I fumble with my drink with idle fingers as I stare at the warrior sitting on the couch with me.

I catch the sharp taste of his drink on the drifting currents of air and my body stills. My eyes track a slow movement of his arm as he lifts the tumbler to his lips to take a small drink of his alcoholic beverage. I shift slightly uncomfortable as my body slowly begins to uncoil, my muscles relaxing and my blood heating as I further watch Demos.

"Yes..." I respond to no one in particular, but feeling as if I required to voice a response.

I have cause to feel foolish, but I do not. Maybe when I can tear my eyes from his, then I could take the time to feel foolish.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Her words have become the comforting buzz of background noise. I have not much care beyond Demos and the feeling pooling within his eyes. I fumble with my drink with idle fingers as I stare at the warrior sitting on the couch with me.

I catch the sharp taste of his drink on the drifting currents of air and my body stills. My eyes track a slow movement of his arm as he lifts the tumbler to his lips to take a small drink of his alcoholic beverage. I shift slightly uncomfortable as my body slowly begins to uncoil, my muscles relaxing and my blood heating as I further watch Demos.

"Yes..." I respond to no one in particular, but feeling as if I required to voice a response.

I have cause to feel foolish, but I do not. Maybe when I can tear my eyes from his, then I could take the time to feel foolish.

He can feel the passion building within him. No mere human could understand the depths of lust an immortal was capable of. It was like a rapture, burning hotly through his veignes. Most human males felt their arrousal with sweaty palms, and a hardness in their manhood. These paled in comparison to the feelings that bombarded Demos as he watched her.

Demos sees the heat in her eyes, and smells the barest scent of her passion awakening like a rare flower in bloom. He can hear the thumping of her heart, and can taste the traces of sweat on her skin. His hands grip the cold glass in his hands, but in his mind he feels the silkiness of her hair. Inside the confines of his own mind, Demos can hear the roar of a predatory cat, staking its claim to her. It takes his every ounce of self control to not leap at her, and slake his lust bodily.

He feels the rigidness of his body, and manages to relax it with some difficulty, returning to his semi relaxed posture. He almost laughs at himself. He is acting like a Pup in his first moon.

Nonetheless he cannot resist, and reaches out to clasp one of her hands. Deep within his throat a slight purring can be heard as he makes contact with her soft skin.

 

[therufus]

Dimitre nods.

"Yes they do seem to be quite enthralled with each other don't they. Perhaps we should finish our drinks and leave them on their own."

 

[AngelofDeath]

Perhaps we should finish our drinks and leave them on their own."

Rayven nodded, "I only had two request to present anyways. They can wait." She downed her drink and nearly purred as the warmth spread through her form.

"They won't even notice our departure." Standing the lycan made her way to the elevator.

 

[therufus]

Dimitre lingered for a moment looking at Rayven's ass sway as she walked to the elevator he downs his drink then joins her in the wait for the doors to open. Once they are on the elevator he turns to her.
"You know the night is still young. Would you care to go on a small hunt with me? Or mabey do something else that might prove more thrilling?"

 

[AngelofDeath]

Stepping on the elevator, Rayven answered, "Perhaps." As the doors closed behind him, she stepped forward and licked his throat slowly, "We could do both."

Without her sunglasses the glow in her eyes was very evident.

 

[therufus]

Dimitre moans as her tongue slides along his throat.

"Yes we could do that."
He bends down to her ear and takes the lope into his mouth and then whispers in her ear.
"Nothing like fucking after a hunt."

 

[AngelofDeath]

Rayven let out a soft moan. Once on thier floor she said, "Give me a monet to change."

She wanted nothing more than fuck Dimitre right then and there. Her pussy growing damp and the thought of fucking the Elder. she had only had one other vampire lover.

 

[therufus]

Dimitre nods.

"Don't be to long I'm hungry for more then just food have you."

His cock is starting to grow in his pants and he shifts to try and make it less apparent.

 

[AngelofDeath]

With the speed of her kind she was inside her room and naked within 30 seconds. She grabbed a pair of jean shorts and a tank top. She stuffed her keycard in her pocket. She stepping into a pair of tennis shoes. She exited her room and made her way back over to Dimitre. Rayven was gone all of a minute and a half.

 

[therufus]

He nods his aproval of what she is wearing knowing that it won't be on that much longer.

"Shall we?"

 

[AngelofDeath]

"We shall." Rayven joined him back in the elevator. Growling softly the wolf was eager to hunt and to mate. She stared at Dimitre imagining what was hidden under his clothes.

Even though Vampires were considered undead, when arouused they did give off a scent. His was intoxicating.

 

[therufus]

As they get out of the hotel Dimitre begins to scan the area looking for his mark.
Soon he find s it and points it out to Rayven.
"Please ladies first."

 

[AngelofDeath]

Grinning Rayven winked at him. Walking towards the target, a woman in her late 20's by the street corner. "Excuse me can you show me where I can find a payphone?

Rayven knew the closest one was right near a dark alley.

"Oh, theres one right down this way." the woman smiled unaware of what going to happen to her.

 

[therufus]

Dimitre smiles and stocks them from the shadows waiting for the right moment to make his move.

 

[Mistress Silver]

He takes one of my hands in his own and I hear him start to purr. I am drawn to the sound even as my hand explores the rough textures of his hand. Calloused from the many wars he has fought in and his body I know all to well from a glimpse I once caught of his bare chest, a soft moan of longing wells from the depths of my throat as I remeber.

I shift so that I am kneeling on the couch, my free right hand threads into his soft red hair, and I tilt his head backwardly as I slowly lower my lips to his. My lips brush across his softly, gliding over them. My tongue darts from my mouth to lick at his lips and I grin involuntarily. I never particularly cared for White Russian, but tasting it from his lips is a heaven that I will only ever be able to experience through physical conduct with this warrior.

"Demos," I whisper softly against his lips.

I never even hear the others depart from my room.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Once they were near the alley Rayven quickly wrapped her arm around the woman and dragged her into the shadows. Her right hand clapped over the womans mouth. "Don't scraem but struggle all you want."

The womans fear made her growl and Rayven licked her neck slowly. The scent of fear added to her own arousal.

 

[therufus]

Dimitre enjoys watching the woman struggle against Rayven's hold on her. He walks up to them smiles and rips the womans shirt and bra off her body as though they were made of paper. He lowers his head to the womans breast and take it in his mouth and bites down on her nipple and begins to suck lightly on it.

 

[Demos Straxus]

"Constance."

His voice has become more harsh and gravely with need. He can feel the fire consuming him wholey now. His eyes shift, becoming catlike, and he can feel his claws start to elongate. . The purring increases in volume as his animal side tries to take over. Struggling, he retains his human shape, but puts a hand to the back of her head, kissing her passiontly. The thumping of her heart fills his ears, and his mouth waters at the taste of her lips. His other hand squeezes hers in a tender embrace.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Rayven watched eargerly as the woman bucked up into Dimitre. Her own hand slid down and between the woman's legs. Blood always tasted better when they were aroused. She let out a soft purr almost as she nipped at their meal's neck.

 

[therufus]

Dimitre moans as he feels himself start to become drunk with the womans aroused blood. He begins to suck harder on the woman erect nipple as he brings a hand to join Rayvens.

 

[AngelofDeath]

She didn't indulge oftoen, but Ryaven decided what they hell. Her teeth sank into the woman's neck. The taste of her blood was like a bolt of lightning to her clit.

The Lycan was heavily aroused and she locked eyes with Dimitre. She stroked the woman's passions more as she began to fade. Rayven's skin temp. nearly trippled.