The Vampire Queen's Servant

[Veroe]

IC: Lorellei Morrigan

She pulled off of him and spat the remains of the ice cubes back into the glass before turning back to him. "I warned you I could be cold, Toirnea."

She picked up the cock ring and began sliding it into place around the base of his cock and pulling each of his testicals into one of the other smaller rings. "There. Now we can begin getting you back up to full speed."

"I rather doubt that's the kind of cold you were referring to, though I have a very practical side that has inspired plenty of fear," he muttered gruffly. "Never going back there if I can help it,"

She lay down curling up sensually next to him as he morosely commented in old Danish about his experiences fighting the Taliban. He drifted off in thought dwelling in past wars and Lorellei sighed. She'd seen the signs of this kind of melancholy in lifelong warriors far too many times. It was called post traumatic stress disorder now in this modern age, but in truth it was an age old ailment.

There was no cure, in her experience. The only thing that came close was living life, embracing it. Exorcising the ghosts clouding the mind and heart, and nothing accomplished that like fucking someone else until you could not fuck anymore. To glory in the act that was so much the opposite of war and death and destruction.

Fingers trailed up his muscular body. Whispering in his ear she whispered, "Now I want you to reach down and take hold of your cock."

The pad of her thumb teased one of his nipples. "Good. Now stroke, Toirnea. Up. Down. Make it hard for me to ride again, but slowly. I want to watch and enjoy every second of it. I want to be trembling with anticipation for it when you get it fully ready for me again."

 

[KaosuMakoKino]

Toirnea Campbell

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[color="#24ib42"]Toirnea inhaled sharply as he felt her fingers brush over his skin slowly as if she couldn't help but touch him.[/color]"Du er meget fræk, min månelysede fyrstinde. Måske skulle jeg spankere dig," he muttered in Old Danish, his tone teasing. He let his fingers curl around his cock before slowly and deliberately sliding his fingers over the sensitive flesh. "," . "," . ","
(UKSF SRR is the United Kingdom Special Forces: Special Reconnaissance Regiment.
"You are very naughty, princess. Maybe I should spank you," - teasing tone
"," - thoughtful tone.)

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[Veroe]

IC: Lorrellei Morrigan

The pad of her thumb teased one of his nipples. "Good. Now stroke, Toirnea. Up. Down. Make it hard for me to ride again, but slowly. I want to watch and enjoy every second of it. I want to be trembling with anticipation for it when you get it fully ready for me again."

"You are very naughty, princess," He said in Danish, "Maybe I should spank you."

"What a titillating idea," She said watching with interest his hand stroke his penis for her, "Maybe you should try that."

That was bait of course. If Toirnea did try to take dominance from her she'd turn the tables on him quick as greased lightning, and she'd make certain he'd never entertain such an idea once again. She wanted to fuck his cock again. She hadn't desired to fuck his ass before now, but if tried to force her to submit she had quite an ever-growing-larger array of phalluses and strap-ons to disabuse him of the thought of topping her.

Her fingers traced over the part of pectoral muscles. "Tell me, Toirnea. What crossed through your mind the minute you first saw me in that club?"

 

[KaosuMakoKino]

Toirnea Campbell

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[color="#24ib42"]Toirnea exhaled softly as his fingers slowly and deliberately kept moving over his own cock.[/color]"En følelse af fortrolighed, selv om jeg ikke kunne lægge min finger på det, der var kendt. Det var som en drøm halvt husket, hvis jeg skulle sige det til ord," he muttered in Old Danish, his tone very tightly controlled. To one experienced in evasion, there was obviously more than he was revealing. "," . "," . ","
(UKSF SRR is the United Kingdom Special Forces: Special Reconnaissance Regiment.
"A sense of familiarity, though I couldn't put my finger on what was familiar. It was like a dream half remembered, if I had to put it into words," - controlled, slightly unsure tone
"," - thoughtful tone.)

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[Veroe]

IC: Lorrellei Morrigan

Her fingers traced over the part of pectoral muscles. "Tell me, Toirnea. What crossed through your mind the minute you first saw me in that club?"

""A sense of familiarity, though I couldn't put my finger on what was familiar," He told her in old Danish as he kept stroking his cock to its fully hard state, "It was like a dream half remembered, if I had to put it into words."

Lorellei paused tracing her fingers softly up his body. She wondered how much of his past lives he could remember. In the past she told them, and they had rarely believed her. She did not even consider telling Toirnea however.

She would not put either of them through that.

"Jeg kendte dig, så snart jeg så dig så godt," She replied caressing his cheek, "Jeg vidste, du var en ridder, en sand tjener, der ville gå til enden af verden, bare fordi jeg ønskede det af dig."

That said her hand migrated lower down his body to join his. Fingers curling around the base of his hardening cock.

"To the end of the world, Toirnea," She whispered as her hand pumped upward over his stiffening length.

((Translation: "I knew you as soon as I saw you as well.", "I knew you were a knight, a true servant that would go to the end of the world just because I wished it of you."​

 

[KaosuMakoKino]

Toirnea Campbell

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[color="#24ib42"]Toirnea cocked an eyebrow at her comment about knowing him.[/color]"Jeg følte mig mere som en, der ikke passede helt ind. Det var som noget aldrig slog sig ned inde," he muttered in Old Danish, his tone very tightly controlled. To one experienced in evasion, there was obviously more than he was revealing. "Den del af mig ... aldrig roet. Det var som om jeg søgte efter noget, jeg ikke helt kunne huske endnu ..." he muttered gruffly as he felt her fingers trailing lower before he shuddered as a low, needy groan escaped him as her soft silky skin slowly and deliberately slid over his. He felt his cock stiffening faster almost immediately. "," . ","
(UKSF SRR is the United Kingdom Special Forces: Special Reconnaissance Regiment.
"I felt more like someone who didn't quite fit in. It was like something never settled down inside," - controlled, slightly annoyed tone
"That part of me... never calmed. It was like I was searching for something I didn't quite remember, yet..." - thoughtful tone.)

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[Veroe]

IC: Lorrellei Morrigan

"I knew you as soon as I saw you as well," She said caressing his cheek, "I knew you were a knight, a true servant that would go to the end of the world just because I wished it of you."

"I felt more like someone who didn't quite fit in," He clarified in a tight controlled and slightly annoyed voice that Lorellei remembered well when Cairn had been her servant. It was a tone of voice he sometimes used to evade answering the full truth. Something he could never truly do as full servant and his mind her playground. "It was like something never settled down inside."

"And..." That said her hand migrated lower down his body to join his. Fingers curling around the base of his hardening cock. "To the end of the world, Toirnea," She whispered as her hand pumped upward over his stiffening length.


"That part of me... never calmed," He told her followed with a needy groan as her hand started stroking his cock. "It was like I was searching for something I didn't quite remember, yet..."

He trailed off and she kept stroking his hardening length. Up and then back down to the base. She considered his words carefully.

On one hand she was pleased that he seemed to have some sense of Cairn and a familiarity with her in general...but on the other...if he remembered anything more...letting go live his own life in the morning would get progressively more and more difficult for her to do.

She whispered so softly he might not hear the words, "Ligegyldigt hvad der sker i morgen, vil jeg altid huske dig, min sande og trofaste tjener."

To hide her thoughts she asked him, "How does the cockring feel? It was custom made for someone else so it might not be the best fit for you, Toirnea. You will tell me immediately if it feels too tight and restrictive or if there's any pain or discomfort."

((Translation: "No matter what happens tomorrow I will always remember you, my true and faithful servant."))​

 

[KaosuMakoKino]

Toirnea Campbell

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[color="#24ib42"]Toirnea cocked his head as he felt her fingers teasing his stiff cock slowly, even lazily.[/color]"Forældre kunne ikke lide mig at tiltræde militæret da de ikke har andre børn, men jeg foretog valget efter at jeg blev 18, så de havde ikke meget valg, men at håbe jeg kunne overleve ... helvete, på de fleste måder trivedes jeg der endnu... noget følte altid... tomt Som en del af mig var jeg ikke helt vågen, men var klar over det. Som om der var en bestemt nogen, jeg manglede," he muttered in Old Danish, his tone very tightly controlled. To one experienced in evasion, there was obviously more than he was revealing. "Men den bevidsthed ... den side af mig, der syntes at drømme, at hvile endnu var altid opmærksom ... det er stille nu, som om den, den søgte ... er her," he muttered gruffly. "Det er du ... er det ikke? Kvinden, jeg kan ikke helt huske ... men altid følt ... en navnløs bånd til. En kvinde i modsætning til enhver anden ... kampløs," he said bluntly, his tone dry and expecting answers. ","
(UKSF SRR is the United Kingdom Special Forces: Special Reconnaissance Regiment.
"Parents didn't like me joining the military, yet I made the choice after I turned eighteen, so they didn't have much choice but to hope I could survive... hell, in most ways, I thrived there, yet... something always felt... empty. Like part of me wasn't quite awake, yet was aware. Like there was a certain someone I was missing," - sighing, mildly annoyed tone
"Yet that awareness... that side of me that seemed to dream, to rest yet was always alert... it is silent now, as if the one it sought... is here," - thoughtful tone.
"It's you... isn't it? The woman I can't quite remember... yet always felt... a nameless bond to. A woman unlike any other... matchless," - blunt, direct yet gentle tone)

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[Veroe]

IC: Lorrellei Morrigan


Lorrellei whispered in old Danish so softly he might not hear the words, "No matter what happens tomorrow I will always remember you, my true and faithful servant."

To hide her thoughts she asked him, "How does the cockring feel? It was custom made for someone else so it might not be the best fit for you, Toirnea. You will tell me immediately if it feels too tight and restrictive or if there's any pain or discomfort."

Toirnea cocked his head towards murmuring in old Danish, "Parents didn't like me joining the military, yet I made the choice after I turned eighteen, so they didn't have much choice but to hope I could survive... hell, in most ways, I thrived there, yet... something always felt... empty. Like part of me wasn't quite awake, yet was aware. Like there was a certain someone I was missing,"

Lorrellei's eyes stayed on his cock as her hand stroked his impressive length. She didn't reply. How could she when each word would slice her heart open when it had been far too scarred over through these long centuries alone in the cold world without Cairn.

He continued pressing lost with his own thoughts and feelings trying to give them shape and substance by putting them in words, "Yet that awareness... that side of me that seemed to dream, to rest yet was always alert... it is silent now, as if the one it sought... is here,"

He wanted more from her. He wanted answers to the questions that had plagued his soul for all of his life. Yet most of all Toirnea wanted from her the truth. Something she had not intended to give him at all tonight.

"Don't-" She murmured as her thumb made lazy circles over the tip spreading his precome over the surface. She laid her head on his chest and sighed. She watched her hand stroke his cock to greater and greater hardness and sighed letting out a several lifetimes of pent up pain and heartbreak.

"Jeg ved, hvordan du føler." This was admitted softly she did not, could not, lift her eyes to meet his lest she reveal too much to him, "Jeg skat i mit hjerte, hver gang du finder mig igen, men frygter det på samme tid. For når du har, er jeg nødt til at lade dig gå igen."

Her hand began to stroke him with more urgency as tears began cloud her vision, "Jeg har aldrig holdt op med at behøve dig i mit liv, men jeg kan ikke fordømme dig til den verden, jeg bor i, Cairn. Det vil ødelægge den del af jer, jeg elsker mest. Så jeg kan kun have dig til i aften. Det er det hele. Mere, og jeg bliver nødt til at se dig lide for at være i mit liv."

((Translation: "I know how you feel.", "I treasure in my heart each time you find me once again, but dread it at the same time. For once you have I have to let you go once again.";
"I have never stopped needing you in my life, but I can not condemn you to the world I live in, Cairn. It will destroy the part of you I love the most. So I can only have you for tonight. That is all. Any more and I will have to watch you suffer in order to be in my life."​

 

[KaosuMakoKino]

Toirnea Campbell

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[color="#24ib42"]Toirnea could sense that Lorellei was miserable, despite the fact she seemed to love his presence.[/color]"Forældre kunne ikke lide mig at tiltræde militæret da de ikke har andre børn, men jeg foretog valget efter at jeg blev 18, så de havde ikke meget valg, men at håbe jeg kunne overleve ... helvete, på de fleste måder trivedes jeg der endnu... noget følte altid... tomt Som en del af mig var jeg ikke helt vågen, men var klar over det. Som om der var en bestemt nogen, jeg manglede," he muttered in Old Danish, his tone weary and tired. "Det er altid fantastisk, hvor kreative mennesker kan være, men også ynkelige, hvordan de kan nyde at slå hinanden så meget. I næsten tolv år ... siden en alder af femten ... hver gang jeg blev ubevidst ... kom drømme fra andre tidspunkter ud, selv om jeg ikke skulle have drømt overhovedet som under bedøvelse," he muttered gruffly. He had never spoken of this critical fact... about the dreams... or visions... of those time periods. He'd done his own research and found that those incidents that those nightmarish visions mentioned... had actually occurred. However, the names of said people who had died in said incidents, usually hailed as heroes in one way or another, were always different. It didn't, however, explain, to him, how he could remember them in such detail. 'Unless.... it was engraved somehow in a part of me that the conscious memory doesn't recall... but the subconscious can,' he thought, shuddering as he felt her touch on his cock, which wasn't helping his intense arousal. ","","
(UKSF SRR is the United Kingdom Special Forces: Special Reconnaissance Regiment.
"Loneliness is like an acid... slowly eating away at our hearts. You, of all people, deserve to have someone you love and hold dear, even if it's only to hold off the darkness of the world. I've seen too much of that darkness... both awake and asleep... it's surprising how... monstrous humanity can be," - somber, gentle tone
"It's always amazing how creative people can be, yet also pitiful how they can enjoy slaughtering each other so much. For almost twelve years... since the age of fifteen... every time I fell unconscious... dreams of other times... came forth, even at times when I shouldn't have dreamed at all, like under anesthesia," - thoughtful tone.
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[Veroe]

IC: Lorrellei Morrigan

Her hand began to stroke him with more urgency as tears began to cloud her vision. She said in old Danish, "I have never stopped needing you in my life, but I can not condemn you to the world I live in, Cairn. It will destroy the part of you I love the most. So I can only have you for tonight. That is all. Any more and I will have to watch you suffer in order to be in my life."

"Loneliness is like an acid... slowly eating away at our hearts. You, of all people, deserve to have someone you love and hold dear, even if it's only to hold off the darkness of the world," He replied wearily, "I've seen too much of that darkness... both awake and asleep... it's surprising how... monstrous humanity can be."

Her hand stilled stroking him. She lived alone surrounded by enemies, unable to lower her guard an inch even if briefly. However tempting allies or friends or even lovers would be to cure the pain in her heart...her world was very shark-infested waters. She'd watched helpless too many times as loved-ones were eaten alive-to ever risk it again-especially to the current incarnation of her precious first servant.

Her eyes opened again and she turned her head to look back up at him again, her tears unshed, "Tomorrow you will leave this hotel. Tonight is all we will have together, Toirnea."

 

[KaosuMakoKino]

Toirnèa Campbell

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[color="#24ib42"]Toirnea exhaled softly as he shook his head.[/color]"Jeg kan ikke lide det, men hvis så, giv mig noget at huske dig med," he muttered in Old Danish, his tone pained and lonely. "Hvad jeg har fortalt dig, har jeg ikke fortalt nogen andre. Du er ensom ... for ensom. Du mangler en grund til virkelig at omfavne livet uanset længden," he said softly as he saw her gaze slowly sliding over his body in a possessive manner, "undertiden hvad der tæller er ikke længden eller mængden af ​​liv, men kvaliteten" he continued in a low, surely tone.","
(UKSF SRR is the United Kingdom Special Forces: Special Reconnaissance Regiment.
"I don't like it, but if so, give me something to remember you by," - pained tone
"What I've told you, I've not told anyone else.You are lonely... too lonely.You lack a reason to truly embrace life, regardless of length," - stern yet thoughtful tone.
"sometimes what counts isn't the length or quantity of life but the quality," - low, blunt tone)

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[Veroe]

IC: Lorellei Morrigan

Her eyes opened again and she turned her head to look back up at him again, her tears unshed, "Tomorrow you will leave this hotel. Tonight is all we will have together, Toirnea."

He breathed softly shaking his head saying in a hurt tone, "I don't like it, but if so, give me something to remember you by."

She looked over him, his body, with a possessive gleam to her eye. If she could not make Toirnea hers forever, she would leave a mark on him he'd never forget her or the fact that this night he was hers. "Vi må få det meste ud af den tid, vi har i aften."

"What I've told you, I've not told anyone else. You are lonely... too lonely.You lack a reason to truly embrace life, regardless of length," He explained thoughtfully, "Sometimes what counts isn't the length or quantity of life but the quality."

She shook her head at his words. "Jeg er okay med lidt ensomhed, hvis det betyder, at du overleve uden angreb af mine fjender, der ville angribe dig at få på mig."

She reached out into her luggage and retrieved a centuries old set of shackles, thick and weighty iron hung over his face so he could look at them face to face.

"Toirnea," She told him softly, her voice the still quiet moment before the whip struck your back, "Giv mig dine hænder."

((Translation: "We must make the most of the time we have tonight.",
"I am okay with a little loneliness if it means you survive unassaulted by my enemies that would attack you to get at me.",
"Toirnea, give me your hands."))​

 

[KaosuMakoKino]

Toirnèa Campbell

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[color="#24ib42"]Toirnea shivered slightly, more in arousal than anything.[/color]"Hvordan ved du, at disse fjender ikke vil gå efter dig på en anden måde?" he muttered in Old Danish, his tone measured and controlled as he flinched slightly at the metallic 'clink' of the manacles. "Strategisk er det ikke en engangs elsker, der ville være et mål, hvis jeg skulle gå efter nogen. Nej ... mit mål ville være deres personlige vagter ... enten overbevise dem om at vende sig mod deres arbejdsgiver ... eller opsige dem og tage deres plads," he said softly as he thought aloud. He suspected she would notice his emphasis in her insistence that this was a 'one time thing', "I know that this isn't the place for such things, however. Besides, I still intend to make you scream my name," he said softly as he tilted his head. He had no idea that blood, to vampires, was life, and due to his path and the fact that he kept returning to the mortal coil made the life force in his blood extremely concentrated and powerful.","
(UKSF SRR is the United Kingdom Special Forces: Special Reconnaissance Regiment.
"How do you know that these enemies won't go after you in another way?" - focused tone
"Strategically, it isn't a one-time lover that would be a target if I were to go after someone. Nay... my target would be their personal guards... either convince them to turn against their employer... or terminate them and take their place," - stern yet thoughtful tone.
"sometimes what counts isn't the length or quantity of life but the quality," - low, blunt tone)

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