The Vampire Queen's Servant

[Veroe]

((Closed for Myself and ThePenisMightier0813))​

IC: Lorellei Morrigan

She had chosen to drive the Ferrari tonight. Because she wanted away from her Bloodsworn that may report whatever she did to her husband, Korinn. Also it had been ages since she'd driven anything outside a track, so she missed it being driven wherever by her bodyguards, but tonight she had managed to slip away and had decided to break out her Hot Rod red Ferrari F12 and let the stallion prance through the streets of Manhattan at night.

It was a magnificent machine, responsive to every whim of direction she cared to give it without the slightest hesitation. It begged her to put her foot down on the gas and hear the roar of the beast as she pushed it to its limits. The same for the man she was on the hunt for tonight.

Lorellei was hungry tonight. She wanted a meal, preferably muscular, a man whose long powerful body would beg her to push it to the limit like the Ferrari as she took his blood. She would hold him down, drink her fill and ride him hard. Take him deep, making him give up his rich life-giving blood and his hot seed into her body at the same time. She'd push him to exhaustion, beyond rational thought. All those wonderful muscles would be taut and slick as he pounded into her with primal urgency, his most primitive instincts making him into a fierce, beautiful rutting animal she would ride and command with the same level of skill as she did controlling the F12.

Just imagining her plans for the lucky stud she'd choose tonight made heat shimmer over her skin. As she took a corner in a precise hard turn her tongue caressed the backside of her fangs as if she could already taste him.

Lorellei had only eaten functionally from surgical blood bags for the past four months. But like most Vampires, her desire for blood was intertwined with her instinctive need to dominate her victims sexually. Without that, the blood had no taste, no flavor, no life to it. She was sick to death of it, so now that she was three hundred miles away from korinn and had ditched her Bloodsworn bodyguards she was on the hunt.

She pulled into a parking garage and climbed out of the car. She headed towards the loud throbbing music and the long line of young humans waiting for the bouncers to let them in. One look as she cut ahead of everyone was all it took.for them to usher her in. Perhaps because this club was owned by an ally of Lorellei's, Lord Jason, or perhaps one look was all it took for the big bouncer to recognize a predator on the prowl for some prey and choose not to get in her way.

She walked inside and immediately heads started turning. She had dressed to impress or to lure with a black backless minidress thin enough to reveal every detail underneath like the outline of the barely concealing thong she wore over a smoldering and impatient pussy. Other than that she wore open-toed heels high enough that it made the back of her legs taut and her ass stick out accentuated with a purposeful gait that swung hips and displayed the length of her legs to its fullness. The heels were the type the laced up all the way up to her knees like gladiator sandals. The last thing she wore was a long leather coat that bounced and fluttered with each hip swaying stride she made.

She didn't have a purse. She wouldn't need one. Within a moment someone would buy her a drink, though she wasn't at all interested in drinking booze tonight.

Lorellei began sifting through the crowd looking for her lucky stud. Perhaps the young college kid in the group in the corner. He had some strong-looking hands. She spotted a cute little redhead casting bashful glances at her. Too bad. She was in the mood for hard cock tonight, otherwise the redhead would be a done deal.

She was beginning to despair her poor luck. This club was full of men, but not one good enough. It looked like she'd have to settle for the shy redhead after all.

Then someone came up to the table and placed a martini down.

"Why, thank you," She said taking the glass and taking an appreciative look before continuing glancing at the fish she had nibbling on her hook. "I am pleased with your choice for my beverage. Well done."

 

[Thepenismightier0813]

Galen Draken dreamed of war. He had dreamed of war all his life. For as long as he could recall he dreamed of wars long gone. Wars in places he had never visited before in his life. The Scottish Highlands, a cherry blossom covered grove, and fighter planes out of World War Two. The dreams felt so REAL, the rain that hit his blood-soaked face and the smell of the sea mixed with aviation fuel. Galen and his dreams… the source of his parents debt to the various doctors and phycologist he’d been dragged to as a kid. So many people trying to figure out what was wrong with him…

Why he kept waking up in the middle of the night screaming.

His dreams had something to do with his chosen profession he supposed. All that war every night had to mean something right? Someone was trying to tell him something and he believed in fate enough to join the military at eighteen. He wasn’t surprised to find he had a knack for it, so much so that he was asked to join the Green Beret’s during his time in boot camp. He agreed and though the training was some of the toughest he’d ever been through it was ultimately the most rewarding.

After that? Combat and service in the army. He traveled to places like Afghanistan, Bengasi, and Morocco partaking in missions and even combat. The dreams never went away though but he did find peace on the battlefield. He also found brothers, warriors like him who fought the good fight. For the first time in his life he had felt somewhat sure of who he was and where he was supposed to be. Even if he was still haunted by HER in his dreams. The mysterious woman who was sometimes on the battlefield and sometimes not. Who he was Galen didn’t know but he did know that he felt such a longing for her and more than a few times had woken up with cum in his boxers from her. Her hold on him powerful enough that he was still having embarrassing “accidents” over her and their dances in his dream.

Life didn’t have any intention of going “easy” on him it seemed. He was seven years into his eight-year stint when and IED took him out of commission. A highly decorated career and a world he loved gone in an instant as he was forced out early. He took it as good as he could even if it was the most devastating loss of his life. A loss that he felt even now as he watched over the club.

He was acting as protection service now. There was a man by the name of Dominic who hired him through the company he was working for. Some spoiled rich brat who needed protecting. What had his life become? Galen huffed as he ran his hands through his wavy raven locks. He had a dark shadow of facial hair and intense green eyes. His face was tan, handsome but weathered in a way that suggested he had seen a lot of shit already in his life. The suit he wore nicely cut across his body but was rumpled to indicate it saw quite a bit of use. It was hanging loose, the charcoal gray of the suit reflect mutely from the lights in the club. His eyes swept the place again trying to suss out any hidden threats that might be approaching his charge.

Galen Draken

 

[Veroe]

IC: Lorellei Morrigan

"Why, thank you," She said taking the glass and taking an appreciative look before continuing glancing at the fish she had nibbling on her hook. "I am pleased with your choice for my beverage. Well done."

He gave her a pleased smile. "That's great. I just had to get to know you when I saw you walk in here. You have to be the most beautiful..."

Lorellei tuned him out quickly losing her enthusiasm for a one night fuck and suck with this man. She'd knew what she looked like. It was an evolutionary adaptation for all born Vampires like herself were beautiful. It was meant to lure in their prey closer like a deep-sea angler fish or a venus fly trap. So compliments on her appearance meant very little to her.

The man was a slender wisp of man in an expensive suit with an expensive watch, and even an expensive cologne smothering his scent. However diving deeper underneath the expensive cologne made her nose curl. Hepatitis. How dare he approach her carrying a disgusting disease in his blood. Did he think she was desperate enough or with such low standards to dine on just anyone?

She pushed the martini back towards him stopping him in the middle vapid of his compliment. "Don't waste my time."

"Hey wait a minute," He replied grabbing her hand to hold her up.

She rounded on him with her hand at his throat pulling him in close so they were eye to eye now. Then it was easiest thing to exert her will into the deepest of compulsions into his pitiful mind. She commanded, "Leave me alone."

She turned away from him as he blinked and started to back away compelled to obey her order to him.

She caught another scent in the air then. Seems she wasn't the only vampire perusing this particular nightclub for some prey tonight. Following the scent she began to make her way upstairs to the VIP area of the club. Climbing the top of the steps she saw Prince Ahmann Jardir Hashremenni sitting in the lounge flanked by a pretty asian girl, his own servant, only first marked if Lorellei was any sort of judge.

Seeing her Prince Ahmann straightened nervously in his chair stilling his servant who was offering him some more champagne with a abrupt gesture. "Lady Lorellei? This is a surprise to see you here. Please join me." He gestured for his servant to proffer her the champagne in her hand. "Can I offer you some Dom perignon?"

She smiled to him, though it had no mirth or warmth to it. Ahmann styled himself an Arabian prince in reality he was a beggar on the streets of Riyadh decades ago when Kraven turned him. Something had to be done about that man flooding the their race's population with newly turned humans of unworthy mettle for even being a Vampire.

She spared a glance at the gaurd dogs encircling Ahmann. Each one seemed to carry themselves as soldiers in a war zone. She approved. One-the one in the back stirred memories. Of a man he knew and loved many many times over the long centuries of her lifetime. He never had the same face but the scent was always the same.

"Oh Cairn..." She thought staring at the bodygaurd behind Ahmann, "...Seems you found me once again."

She should turn around right now. Go back home and not complicate either of their lives. However that would leave him with another Vampire. Even if Ahmann did not tell him what they were, she would die before letting one near or around her Cairn unprotected.

She turned her gaze back onto Ahmann. "This is my hunting ground tonight. You will go elsewhere."

Ahmann straightened in his seat like he was about to lash out. Their eyes already clashing. Was he really fool enough to try and fight her. In vampires the older one was the faster and stronger one became. At roughly fourteen hundred years old Lorellei was the oldest and therefore the most powerful vampire living today. If he wanted to contest her announcement she'd close the distance and rip his head off his shoulders long before his ass lifted off the cushion of the sofa he sat upon.

Realizing the same brutal truth his features softened and eyes lowered submissively to her. "Of course...My lady..."

Damn Kraven thrice over for letting someone so meek into their membership. Just to drive the point home she lifted a leg and planting the high heel imperiously on the coffee table in front of him. Waiting.

Ahmann stared at the foot eyes wide. She could feel the bitter gall rising up stirring the inherited Vampire instincts to attack and to dominate at war with the remnants of his human nature to obey someone far far stronger.

Finally, inevitably, Ahmann dropped to his knees and bent over placing his lips to the toes of her raised foot.

Lorellei never stopped staring down Ahmann before raising a hand and pointing at the bodygaurd that was Cairn's current incarnation. "And I want that one."

Ahmann looked over his shoulder to the one of his bodygaurds she'd indicated wanting. To her he shook his head. "They are unaware."

She didn't let up just pressed announcing to him, "You will leave me that one and go."

He looked back up at her and she wore a poker face that was second nature to her, but on the inside she hung by a thread. She prayed to the old gods that he would merely assume it was the typical dick measuring contest whenever Vampires crossed paths and nothing more than that.

"Fine," Ahmann raised up onto his feet turned to address the current incarnation of Cairn. He gestured to him then to her, "You belong to Queen Lorellei tonight."

He turned to glare at his pretty asian first-marked servant, "Mariko. We're leaving."

Lorellei waited until the two of them were alone in the VIP lounge and lifted her hand for him to take and kiss the knuckles on the back like the gentleman he'd been several times in their long long history meeting eachother in much this way throughout the intervening centuries.

"I am Lorellei Morrigan," She told him coolly, "If you are lucky you will repeat that name in orgasm many times before this night is through."

 

[Thepenismightier0813]

What the shit was this?

His night and to an extent his life had just changed in one smooth motion. One second he had been Galen a man trying desperately to find his way in life after being forced to vacate the job he loved. A man hired by Dominic to watch over a supposed “prince” named Ahmann. That was his life, that was the reality he lived in.

Now?

The women from his dreams, the one he had imagined time and time again. Suddenly she was HERE. Not just here but barking orders as if it were nothing. This ebony goddess who had enthralled him so in the dark whispers of his dreams was standing in front of him as if it were nothing. Looking fine as hell and holding herself in such a commanding way that he didn’t know how to take her. Who the hell was she to be so dismissive of a prince?

His world was strange now and the fact that she was suddenly being pawned out to her like he didn’t have a choice made him angry. Something bigger was going on here but he wasn’t some royal servant being pushed around! The fact that she made some big bold comment about him saying her name in orgasm only cemented to him the idea she thought she “had” him without trying.

Even if hearing her say that was the most erotic thing he’d ever heard.

“Oh will I?” Galen challenged raising an eyebrow. “Fraid I’m on the clock ma’am. I was hired by a man named Dominic to watch over the Prince. While it seems he thought he could pawn me out like one of his royal servants I’m under contract.” He took her hand, brushing his lips against her knuckles. He WAS a gentleman…

And boy did she taste good.

He was challenging her. Would she know Dominic? More to the point, did she had the weight to call him and take his contract or something? He was curious despite his reservations about being ordered around like some kind of puppy. Curious enough that he was willing to play his card and see what happened.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Lorellei Morrigan

Lorellei waited until the two of them were alone in the VIP lounge and lifted her hand for him to take and kiss the knuckles on the back like the gentleman he'd been several times in their long long history meeting eachother in much this way throughout the intervening centuries.

"I am Lorellei Morrigan," She told him coolly, "If you are lucky you will repeat that name in orgasm many times before this night is through."

She could tell by the subtle shift in body language that her bold declaration of her intentions for him had the desired effect. If he was still anything like Cairn, and they all were in her experience, she knew his buttons and how to push them intimately well.

“Oh will I?” Galen challenged raising an eyebrow.

"Oh you poor, sweet, sexy, fool," She thought wryly.

"Do you doubt my ability?" She gave him a knowing smile still holding her hand out for him to kiss. "You'll be singing a different tune come morning."

“'Fraid I’m on the clock ma’am." He replied ruefully, "I was hired by a man named Dominic to watch over the Prince. While it seems he thought he could pawn me out like one of his royal servants. I’m under contract.” He took her hand, brushing his lips against her knuckles. He WAS a gentleman…

So very Cairn of him. Duty first above everything even whatever he wanted.

Her knowing smile came back in full force. She took her hand and grabbed his jacket's lapel pulling him in tight against her. They stood there for a long pregnant moment. "You see I could call this Dominic and throw an ungodly amount of money or call any number of influential people to get him to order you to stay."

She let go of his suit and used her supernatural strength shoved him down to sit in the sofa seat Ahmann had occupied. "But I'm not interested in wasting my time on him."

She turned and fluttered the leather trench coat as she settled her heart-shaped ass down in the seat beside and leaned her body right against his. One leg over the knee dangling one high heel in the air where he could see it. "I'd much rather use it to convince you to stay here with me."

"Do you remember them," She asked taking his hand and pulling it over her shoulder and snuggling into the crook of his arm, "The dreams you've had of you and me?"

 

[Thepenismightier0813]

Before Lorelei Morrigan and before this very moment Galen always dated what he would consider submissive woman. Not so much outright submission (Though some certainly were) women of a very specific type and mindset. Sure some of them wanted a Sir and some people wanted a Daddy but no one ever took control. No one ever set the pace for seduction. Galen never minded being in control at least but he had never felt good and properly SEDUCED in his life. That feeling when you were wrapped around a woman’s fingers and they had complete control of the lust in your body.

Until this moment.

Lorellei Morrigan was not a weak woman. She was not a woman who simpered and waited for him to make the move. She was a bold woman, a dominant ebony goddess and he found that out in all but a second. His mouth hung slightly as his jacket was grabbed and he was pulled in close. Her scent filled his scent and his nostrils blitzing his mind for a second as she challenged his words.

“Mornings a long way away.” He said to her with a faint smirk. “Though I’ll be sure to remember the promise come morning if my mind isn’t delirious with pleasure.” Wait.. he hadn’t agreed to be with her yet?! He scowled as she pushed him back.

He heard her mention calling Dominic and he rose an eyebrow. “I mean… it would mean me NOT losing my job.” He stressed the word as he watched her turn. That leather trench coat of hers fluttered and he got a nice look at her heart shaped rear before she placed herself down. The sight of her heel a second later made him groan out loud. Well he had wanted to be seduced in his life! The words careful what you wished for sounded out dimly in the back of his head.

Then she dropped a bombshell. Casually mentioning the dreams. His head snapped and all the coyness dropped off of his face as he turned to look at her. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open slightly. “What?” He asked her. Suddenly he NEEDED to be alone with her right away. “How do you… What do you mean the dreams?”

 

[Veroe]

IC: Lorellei Morrigan

She turned and fluttered the leather trench coat as she settled her heart-shaped ass down in the seat beside and leaned her body right against his. One leg over the knee dangling one high heel in the air where he could see it. "I'd much rather use it to convince you to stay here with me."

"Do you remember them," She asked taking his hand and pulling it over her shoulder and snuggling into the crook of his arm, "The dreams you've had of you and me?"

His head snapped over to her abruptly eyes wide in shock and she fought back an amused chuckle in reaction. “What?”

"I'll take that as a yes then." She stated calmly picking up the glass of don Perignon to take a sip. It was not what she wanted to taste right now, but it will tide her over until she tasted his rich warm blood once again later that night.

“How do you…" He stammered out, "What do you mean the dreams?”

"I'll answer that question on one condition," She said pouring another glass of the expensive champagne, "You spend the night with me off duty."

Ahmann may take his frustrations out on Cairn's incarnation just because Lorellei showed interest in him. She did not want him to go back to bodyguarding Ahmann. There were few things more dangerous than being in the crosshairs of a Vampire with reason to feel petty and vengeful towards them. She wanted him safely with her-at least until the morning. Then she'd cross that bridge when she came up to the riverbank.

She offered him the glass of champagne, "Now I have told you my name, but I do not believe you've given yours yet. So let us begin the night with that, shall we?"

 

[Thepenismightier0813]

Just like that she had him…

Hook, Line, And sunk! She must have known, that he had no idea of their connection or where it came from. Why else bait him with it? Why else offer a chance to unlock the biggest mystery of his life? Literally! For a second his mouth pressed in a hard line. He knew when he was being baited and that was certainly the case here. He had to play her game if he was going to get the answers he wanted. Oh what a game it was though, his eyes drank her in as he swallowed hard.

Not the worse way to spend a night Galen supposed. His hands reached out and took the glass and his eyes locked with hers. Their fingers touched briefly on the glass and in the little time they were connected he felt a bolt of electricity run through him. His eyes darkened a notch even as he tried to play it cool.

“Galen,” He said clearing his throat. “Galen Draken.” He told her as he took a sip of the wine. It was expensive but he couldn’t really say anything of the taste beyond that. He set it down his eyes betraying he didn’t have much interest in it. “So how?” He asked her leaning back. He was annoyed that they were in a club. The loud music was going to get in the way of his question. On that same token being alone with her seemed dangerous. He didn’t trust himself to keep under control with her alone. There was lust between the two of them and she clearly knew how to use powers of seduction. He had a feeling she could twist him around her finger like it was nothing. Just like he had a feeling he wouldn’t get all the answers if he allowed that to happen.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Lorellei Morrigan

She offered him the glass of champagne, "Now I have told you my name, but I do not believe you've given yours yet. So let us begin the night with that, shall we?"

“Galen,” He said clearing his throat. “Galen Draken.”

"Galen," She murmured closing her eyes and adding it to the long list of names starting with Cairn's she'd etched across her heart over the years.

He took a sip of the champagne she had offered him and then pressed, "So how?"

She smiled to him, "Well first off answer me this: How well do you remember your dreams?"

"Can you recall what they were about," She asked reaching up and running fingers over his jaw luxuriating in the feel of his beard over the skin of her fingers. "Tell me what was happening in the last one you had."

 

[Thepenismightier0813]

How well did he remember his dreams?

He swallowed hard as he thought of the answer to her question. The answer was completely. Everyone he could recall vividly if he closed his eyes. They were less dreams and more memories to him. Memories that he could never shake. He called them his little ghosts. His parents were Christian types but given the kind of dreams he had he leaned more towards reincarnation. What else could his dreams be? They were to vivid and real to be figments of his imaginations. No they felt like memories to Galen plain and simple!

“In the last one?” He asked as her fingers swept against is beard. He felt a shiver run down his spine and had to force himself into the dream. Being here with her threatened to take all of his reasonings and mental fortitude. “It’s hard to think about in here but…” He trailed off as his eyes slid shut. He forced himself to think of that memory and only that memory. He used a hypnosis technique that one of the very many therapist he visited as a kid taught him. Soon the world faded away as he recited the memory to her.

1725: Golden Age Of Piracy

He told her the story of a young man who worked as a gun hand for the British Navy. A man who by chance was involved in hunting a pirate ship rumored to be ran by a female pirate. The ship itself was attacked and blown up but in his dreams the young man survived and was fished out of sea by the pirate and her crew. The funny thing was that even though he couldn’t recall the names he could recall the story itself perfectly. Of course she knew ALL of that… because she had lived in.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Lorellei Morrigan

"Can you recall what they were about," She asked reaching up and running fingers over his jaw luxuriating in the feel of his beard over the skin of her fingers. "Tell me what was happening in the last one you had."

"In the last one," He repeated and she watched a shiver run through his body as her fingers traced over the hairs of his beard. He was so handsome, positively edible. She very much approved of this current incarnation of her first servant. “It’s hard to think about in here but…”

She noted how he closed his eyes and took a breath to center himself before telling details of his last dream.

After he finished she nodded to him, "His name was Ewan. Ewan McKiernan. He told me he grew up on the streets of Edinburgh, but found a purpose in the sea serving in the British Navy. His vessel came afoul of the pirate ship I was a guest on at the time, and in the subsequent battle was blown into the water. I dragged him out and made him my responsibility for the rest of our voyage. When I discovered Ewan was..." She paused looking off to the side and the mass of dancing people on the club's main floor down below. "...Well needless to say, Galen, like reunited lovers we fucked every night until the ship dropped anchor at Tortuga."

She didn't tell him that she was there on a last ditch effort to reason with a colleague. Ranna De'Xerxes had been one of the outcasts she had collected during the long four hundred year war of genocide that had embroiled the entire Vampire race. She had lost so many of her cohort in the centuries since. She had not wanted Ranna to be added to that list.

However Ranna had been growing more and more unstable. She was acting more and more independent from the Council's rulings. Then there was the fact she had made her entire crew into her servants, most first marked, some second marked, and a few third marked, all in direct flouting of the first decree the council made the night the war ended and they were formed. The era of armies of servants making war with other servants and making the blood feuds of their masters worse was a relic of the past. They also were forming a dangerously disturbing cultish aura around Ranna. Then there was the fact that the Bloody Siren of the Sea's activities as a pirate queen was drawing a lot of attention to herself, too much for the secretive and shadowy council's liking.

Once they'd reached Tortuga Lorrellei had lost all hope for her friend. So after shoving Ewan off the ship she let up three of the council's executioners. In the ensuing battle none on board the ship were to live. Through the death and carnage it came down to a duel between her and Ranna. A duel she was on the cusp of losing when Ewan rushed in taking the cutlass's thrust meant for her heart.

He had died in her arms staring up into his mistress' eyes.

Lorrellei raised back up to her feet not looking back on Galen so he would not see the sad expression haunting her face. Was that a tear rolling down her cheek. Surely not. She and the death of those around her were long well-acquainted friends.

To him she said, "This becomes far to maudlin. Tonight was supposed to be my getaway from the worries of my life to have just a little bit of fun and a little bit of fucking."

She looked back at him, poker face back on, "I know you have more questions, but hold off on them for now," She held out a hand for him to take, "Let us go back downstairs. I want to have a good time for once tonight. No worries, no doubts, or regrets. All of that can wait till tomorrow. Come on, dance with me."

 

[Thepenismightier0813]

The thing of it was, even when he told her it was hard to fight back the urge to deep dive into the memory. It wanted to consume him… leaving nothing of Galen behind as he ran through the highs and lows of the memory. His hand grew tighter and tighter as he spoke of it until the whites of his knuckles could be seen. Thank god he wasn’t still holding that drink for if he had he would have broken it! By the time he was done he was half in the club with her and half in the memory of the golden age of piracy.

Then she filled in the blanks giving him information he hadn’t known but instantly knew to be true. It was more than a gut feeling, more than her spinning him a story. He knew in his heart that everything she told him was the truth. Just like he also knew that she would never lie to him. Was he Galen though? Or was he Ewan? Or were they two sides of the same coin? His head started to hurt from the thought and he was happy when she got up and suggested that they forgo this whole conversation.

He rose as well, his large hands brushing the wrinkles out of his slacks. “I think that’s a very good idea.” He said to her honestly. “I could use the break.” He admitted as he went with her and took her hand. He still wasn’t sure sticking around with her was the very best idea but now that they were together he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. She was right, whatever was between them was all consuming. Bonds of fire and steel that kept him from pulling away from her. Even now when he thought about leaving her his heart seized up rather painfully.

“Why don’t we just leave?” He asked as the bass in the club picked up. “I could care less about being here anymore. I’ve never been a fan of clubs.” He admitted. “If your hard up for dancing I’d be more than happy to do it back at your place.” Going home with her was absolutely a certainty in his mind. There was no doubt in his mind that this was what he was meant to be doing. That she was the person Galem Draken was supposed to spend his life with.

But what kind of life would it be?

 

[Veroe]

IC: Lorrellei Morrigan

To him she said, "This becomes far too maudlin. Tonight was supposed to be my getaway from the worries of my life to have just a little bit of fun and a little bit of fucking."

He raised up from the sofa after her, “I think that’s a very good idea.” He said to her honestly. “I could use the break.”

She smiled as his hand took hold of hers.

She looked back at him, poker face back on, "I know you have more questions, but hold off on them for now," She held out a hand for him to take, "Let us go back downstairs. I want to have a good time for once tonight. No worries, no doubts, or regrets. All of that can wait till tomorrow. Come on, dance with me."

“Why don’t we just leave?” He asked as the bass in the club picked up. “I could care less about being here anymore. I’ve never been a fan of clubs.”

"But it's been ages since I've just danced with anyone," She informed him, "And even longer since I've danced with you."

“If your hard up for dancing I’d be more than happy to do it back at your place.” He said then.

"'Back at my place'Lorellei turned to him tracing a finger over the buttons of his shirt over his chest, "Why Galen, that sounds very forward and presumptuous of you."

Her fingers traced down the buttons of his shirt as she leaned in to place a quick teasing kiss to his lips, "I like the way you're thinking." As she said that the hand tracing the buttons on his shirt lowered below the belt to grope the groin.

She laughed teasingly as she turned back around and marched out of the VIP area and through the loud dancing cacophony downstairs. and out the door. Once there she pulled out the keys to her Ferrari and handed them to Galen. "Fetch my car for me, if you would?"

 

[Thepenismightier0813]

It was a strange mixture of excitement and reservation that saw Galen walk out of the club with her. She had so casually told him that they’d danced before something he had no recollection of. He knew she was talking about their past lives but to see her talk so casually about things that he’d never experienced before like he had felt unsettling. They were all real time for her, in her memories. However, they were vague dreams of his that wished they could be memories to him. It was the ease in which she touched him and moved with him that he found most unsettling however.

It felt like it could be the same for him down the line. His body certainly KNEW her and certainly craved her. There were moments when he moved to do something for her without even thinking about it. Things he knew without truly knowing she would like. He fought those instincts even as they made their way outside. Why was he doing it? Galen supposed because he didn’t like the idea that she could come into his life and completely upend it. He wanted to be in control even if his body told him letting her have control would be oh so sweet.

He caught the keys turning them over in his hand. He was still struggling with her touch on his groin and the kiss against his lips. It’s like she didn’t realize he was trying to keep her at an arm’s length… either that or she didn’t care. He caught sight of the stylish emblem that marked it as a Ferrari and shook his head. “Not being subtle tonight are we?” He asked her as he moved over to the valet and extending them. Seconds later the high-octane sports car was delivered and he moved around to open the passenger side door for her.

“Lucky for you I’ve always wanted to drive one of these.” He remarked moving around the hood and to the driver’s side door.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Lorrellei Morrigan

She laughed teasingly as she turned back around and marched out of the VIP area and through the loud dancing cacophony downstairs. and out the door. Once there she pulled out the keys to her Ferrari and handed them to Galen. "Fetch my car for me, if you would?"

Part of her wanted Galen. More than just for a quick meal and a good long one-night stand, which set off alarm bells in the back of her head. That part of her wanted to make him her marked servant. The fact that there was no way in this world that could practically happen was immaterial to it. Lorrellei wanted him, and Lorrellei got what she wanted or there'd be hell to pay.

Her beautiful red Ferrari pulled up to the valet's station on the curb before them. Looking at the famed Italian supercar he smirked to her asking, "Not being subtle tonight are we?"

She laughed walking around the front of the car and gestured to the skintight black minidress with the deep cutout showing a generous tease of cleavage to anyone who looked at it, combined with the high stilletto heels she strode on the lifted and framed her ass and calves so sexily. "What part of this outfit tells you I am at all interested in subtlety tonight?"

"You'll find I am nothing like any other woman you've ever met, Galen," She stood at the passenger side door patiently waiting for him to open the door for her like a gentleman. When he did she smiled to him and demurely set her ass into the seat of the car.

He went around to the driver's side and adjusted the seat and mirrors before turning to her and remarking, “Lucky for you I’ve always wanted to drive one of these.”

"Well I am glad that now you'll get your chance to do so," She smiled to him as he took the wheel.

As he pulled out of the parking lot she got a wickedly delicious idea. She reached over and placed her hand on his thigh tracing it upward to his groin. When he reacted she chided him, "Keep your eyes on the road, Galen. Do not wreck my very favorite car."

Her fingers found the zipper to the ubiquitous slacks he wore, and slowly began to lower it.

"Go down this street for two blocks and then turn left at the stoplight," She commanded him as her hand dove inside his fly for the erection underneath.

She managed to fish it out so it stood out through the open fly as her hand showed its expertise stroking the length and spreading the precome welling up from its tip. "Slow down, Galen. I really doubt you'd enjoy having to explain this to a police officer."

Her hand picked up its pace . "Now go right at the next turn and then left after two more blocks." She smiled with a twinkle in her eye at the erotic energy of the moment happening.

She'd take them on a round-about circuitous route to her hotel. It would give her plenty of time to drive him mad with lust, pushing him right up to the edge and then leave him hanging there just as they pulled up to the hotel's entrance.

 

[Thepenismightier0813]

In a way, he felt like he was getting into dangerous territory. Lorrellei Morrigan was most CERTINALY not going to play fair with him. Matter of fact he was pretty sure the intention was to thoroughly fuck him up for any other women. Galen could feel the predatory approach she was taking on him. Whether she loved him or a version of him was secondary to that predatory approach. She might have loved him but she also considered him hers. Something that made him wary as well as intrigued. Sexually? Sure, sexually he was okay with flirting with feminine domination.

But on a whole?

He could fall in love with her so easily. There were no women like her and he loved who she was just from the offset. Her words about being like no other women rang true. It wasn’t just that she was seductive, and it most certainly wasn’t that she and him had history. It was the way she smiled, it was the lit in her eyes, and it was the weight of the world on her shoulders. Maybe their life would never be “Netflix and Chill” or boring nine to five but he thought they could have happiness.

Would her world allow it?

“If you dress like this every day,” Galen told her as he nosed the car out. It was responsive and fast as hell which took some getting used to. She was right to mention keeping his eyes on the nose. “Then you’re going to tease the hell out of me. I’ve got a thing for clothing.” He admitted. It seemed superfluous to not reveal his kinks to her. She either knew it already OR she would find out.

“I bet you’re not a woman who goes out without looking her best.” He reasoned doing some of the talking for her as she began to work his zipper down. His eyes were narrowed and on the road. “I bet you have a closet or two of heels.” He shifted his large throbbing prick tight in her hands. It was uncut to the sheath was halfway down and exposing his mushroom head.

“As you can see,” He looked down at his rather large cock. It was pretty damn impressive, while all of his versions had impressive manhood they were always different. This version of her love was girthy fat and veiny. He was shaved down there giving her a chance to play with all of it without any resistance.

“In short.” He said as the hotel appeared. “If you wanted to drive me mad with lust you already exceeded in the outfit. This is just icing on the cake.”

 

[Veroe]

IC: Lorellei Morrigan

The Ferrari prowled through the streets of Manhattan at night. Their route was going in a wide arc around the hotel she was staying in. The streets of New York were busy, filled with cabs, limousines, trucks, and just in general a variety of automobiles coming this way or that. It was said that this was the city that never sleeps, and Lorellei could believe it tonight. The streets was full of traffic so Galen needed to keep his mind on controlling the car all the while receiving an expert handjob from her beside him in the passenger's seat.

Her hand kept a steady pace over his length, stroking it from base to head in a coaxing corkscrew motion. It really was a magnificent cock. Large in both girth and length, with prominent veins that would feel so good when it filled her up. This was just exactly what she went out on the hunt for tonight. It was icing on the cake that it was the current incarnation of her beloved very first ever servant.

"Galen," She said stroking so thumb caressed that sensitive spot beneath the rim that was very nearly driving him to distraction, "From your bearing and your stance earlier I'd say you were a soldier before becoming a rent-a-bodyguard. What service did you serve in? The Marines, the Navy, or the Army?"

Suddenly he had to stomp on the brakes for an obnoxious cab that cut in front of the devil red sports car causing them to jerk ahead and be arrested by their seatbelts. Thankfully the Ferrari was not really touched-it was close though.

Her hand never stopped stroking his cock. "Go down this street and then turn left for another block and we'll be at my hotel, but right now I believe I asked you a question."

When he gave his answer to her question she closed her eyes and nodded. Military service was a favorite occupation for most of Cairn's incarnations it seemed. Her eyes opened back up to regard him. He was so handsome. She definitely approved.

She asked him, "Where did you serve? Afghanistan or Iraq maybe? How many tours did you serve?"

They began to head deeper into the beating heart of the big apple on a weekend night. Coming to a stop in bumper to bumper traffic when he gave his answer to those questions.

Her hand continued stroking his cock as the Italian sportscar made progress in slow inches towards the intersection they'd turn off of. Watching him she could tell he was getting close. "Do not come, Galen. Hold it off. I have plans for your cock tonight and I don't want to wait while you spend the hours it will take to properly clean your semen off of the expensive Italian leather interior of my car. We're almost there so man up, soldier."

Throughout it all her hand continued stroking his cock without pausing and without slowing down.

Traffic began to move as they headed for the turn onto the street her hotel was on. However he just missed the turning light and had to come to a stop waiting for the traffic light at the intersection to have mercy and turn green soon.

If it did it'd be the only mercy he'd get right now. Throughout it all her hand continued stroking.

 

[Thepenismightier0813]

Getting a hand job in a high-speed car by a woman who had revealed herself to be the same woman from his dreams was surreal. It felt like something out of a movie or some kind of porn fantasy. The idea that this was real life, that this was HIS real life hadn’t yet hit close to home and he doubted it would anytime soon. There was the feeling in the back of his head to consider, the same feeling that had lingered since their very first interaction. She wasn’t nor would ever be his. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

Hell, he wasn’t even sure how he KNEW that.

“Army,” He answer keeping the car going as they rushed through traffic. God this was intense! She knew what she was doing, seemingly right where to touch him and tease him. His chiseled jaw was tight as his eyes struggled to stay open. Those long lashes of his fluttering rapidly as he breathed out through his nose. His cock was thick in her hand all seven inches pointing up tall and proud. It curved halfway, and the sheath of his foreskin was pulled back by her movements to expose that veiny cock head of his. A pearl of precum was already sliding down the underside. “I was in the Army. I was a Green Beret.” His voice had that husky lilt of a man full of desire.

A car cut in front of them and he had to stomp the breaks to prevent any serious harm. A string of lust laddened curses fell from his mouth as she gave her directions. “I’ve got it.” He told her voice still tight as he went down the street she said.

“Iraq,” He said answering her next question as they got stuck in traffic. His breath shuddered as she kept stroking his cock and teasing it. “I was a part of the…” He paused his hands tightening on the wheel for just a second. “I was a part of two tours of duty.” He explained just as she warned him about cuming. He snorted when she mentioned cleaning semen off of her expensive car. “It’ll take more than your divine hand to make me cum Lore.” He told her as the traffic finally cleared.

He drove expertly weaving in and out of traffic as he did so. Her hand was a torturous tease but he wasn’t going to give up so easily. He breathed out evenly through his nose. Even as his cock ached and swelled to the point of feeling numb. His balls ACHED to cum but it was manageable. It took all of his effort to keep it back but he did so as they finally pulled up to the hotel.

“Well you certainly no how to give someone a ride.” He told her watching the valet come up. Her hand was still on his cock. “I imagine they wouldn’t bat an eye at the fact that you’ve been giving me a handjob but I have a feeling that might change if you lead me in there with cock in hand.”

 

[Veroe]

IC: Lorrellei Morrigan

"Do not come, Galen. Hold it off. I have plans for your cock tonight and I don't want to wait while you spend the hours it will take to properly clean your semen off of the expensive Italian leather interior of my car. We're almost there so man up, soldier."

Throughout it all her hand continued stroking his cock without pausing and without slowing down.

Traffic began to move as they headed for the turn onto the street her hotel was on. However he just missed the turning light and had to come to a stop waiting for the traffic light at the intersection to have mercy and turn green soon.

If it did it'd be the only mercy he'd get right now. Throughout it all her hand continued stroking.

She noted how his hands tightened on the steering wheel, the tension in his body as her hand stroked the length of his cock, and his effort to keep his mind on the road rather than the sensations rippling throughout his body from her hand giving his cock a handjob. Galen was getting close. After so long, and so many trysts with Cairn's incarnations over the years she could tell.

However he managed to marshal control over himself to hurtle the car on the left turn and head down the street towards her hotel.

“It’ll take more than your divine hand to make me cum, Lore.” He retorted to her cockily.

'Lore?" She thought archly at the nickname.

Out loud she chuckled darkly. "Famous last words, soldier. I'll enjoy making you eat those words tonight."

They came to a halt at the doors to the Grand Colonial Hotel. The Colonial was a luxury five star hotel that catered to the wealthy and famous in the world that most Vampires could comfortably play among. This was a business owned and operated through various shell companies by her close ally, Lord Mason, The Region Master of the New England territory, newest council member, and her host here in New York City.

He came to a stop and a valet came up to the passenger door to open it for her. Letting go of Galen's cock she gestured the valet away. "Very good, Galen, I am pleased with your control over yourself." She straightened in her seat. "Now tuck yourself back in and walk around the car and open my door like a gentleman for me. Then I'll give you a reward."

When he complied she smiled at him taking his hand and climbing out of the car. They handed the valet the keys to park the car and then she reached out grabbing Galen by the belt buckle and leading him inside the lobby like he was led by a leash in her hand. She led him through the doors into the lobby. She nodded to the woman at the counter as she brought Galen to the elevator the door's opened for them and they stepped inside.

She turned to when the doors closed for them and the elevator lurched as it began its ascent. "I told you I am not like any other woman you've met. If you follow me inside my hotel room you'll learn just how different from human women I am."

"In the meantime you still have your reward to claim, Galen," She informed him, "You may kiss me as you wish until we reach our floor and these doors open to let us out."