The Vampire Queen's servant

[Veroe]

Mark Everett

Mark hung there, cock poised to drill into Melody her breast pulled taut by the teeth clamped over her nipple. He remained waiting...waiting for what...her permission...she hadn't told him to wait for her order. She had told him to fuck Melody. So why was he waiting on her?

A second passed, another, and another. Melody groaned in a bit of pain from Mark's teeth on her nipple. He released it his eyes never leaving Kailee-his lady. Melody shifted her weight presenting the other breast for the same mistreatment. She undulated her hips grinding her weeping opening onto him. Little gasps and whimpers she made tossing her head, begging him for it, she was so close already. But he couldn't-not yet-not until Kailee...not until she told him to.

After forever Kailee finally raised her eyes to bore into his. “Fuck her Mark. Lets see if Lord Dante is correct, see if you can make Melody cum within the first two minutes.” She commanded him, "She wants you inside her bad, she needs you bad, don’t deny her."

That was what he had waited for as she finished the last word his hips pushed forward plunging inside the writhing blonde beneath them. He set a fast steady pace rutting into Melody even as she wrapped her legs over his clenching buttocks and forcing him deeper within her.

Mark's arms wrapped up around her as he throttled into her full bore. Meldoy's head tossed and turned and moans and cries. "Please, My Lord," She gasped staring at Dante her free arm reaching out to him, "I need it, please!"

Mark realized Melody was in the same boat. She like him with Kailee needed Dante's permission.

Dante looked down at her and for a moment Mark could see a softening in his eyes, but he said nothing. He only returned his head to regard Kailee.

Nonetheless Melody erupted like Mt. St. Helen around him. Her insides rippling around him and awash in her molten lava.

Melody was coming down from the peak as Mark looked over to his lady leaning forward on the edge of the seat watching him plow into another woman. Her eyes were dark, clouded, with sparkling flashes like a thunderstorm cloud in the mid-summer heat. It wasn't lightning, it was desire, sparked by him.

She was glorious, beatiful, sexy as hell. He looked down at Melody and renewed the vigor of his strokes-anything to spark more from desire in those eyes. Harder he pounded into her, faster. He forced Melody to clamber back up the cliff fingerhold by toehold higher and higher. Until he vaulted her over the peak and there was nothing but the precipice for her again.

She came harder this time, wailing out loud.

Then there was a brush against his swinging sack, the feel of feminine fingers curling over them. The hand of a woman who knew what she was doing and enjoyed it thoroughly. He started as weight pressed onto his back. The feel of her leather clothes against his straining back her silken hair sliding over his shoulders the soft wash of her breath as Kailee hissed into his ear murmuring all the things she was going to do with him.

Dante had opened the fly of his pants and presented it over Melody's mouth. She strained to reach it. Her tongue the only thing she could touch him with.

"Hold her head at the right angle, boy," He said huskily. "I don't want my little cherub to have a sore neck tonight."

Mark's arms moved up under her. His hands pillowing the back of Melody's head and neck lifting and tilting her face up. Her mouth opened wide and Dante suddenly pushed in driving his lenght down her throat until her nose was nestled in his balls. Dante sawed his hips back in forth mercilessly throat fucking her.

Melody came again for the third time pushing him to the very edge.

"My lady, please," He called out, "I need to come."

 

[Ladythunder]

Kailee was nearly beside herself as she watched and fed on the pure sexual energy pouring from Mark and Melody. It was driving her desires through the roof watching them, smelling the heady desire that wove through the air, close enough to touch, yet to far away. Dante was at least getting some relief, as he had Mark position Melody’s head so he could use it. Melody’s arousal was permeating the air. Kailee was hot enough she nearly ripped Mark off her so she could make use of his cock.

It was then though, that he begged to cum. That alone made the dark haze of desire lift back for her to focus her lust filled gaze on her servant. She could have let him go like Dante, but the step was huge for him and she shivered a little in the power of the moment. Because he had asked, she couldn’t deny him.

“Let go for me Mark, cum for me, fill Melody with your seed!” Her voice was a passion filled rasp, the iron control of her lust stretched to the limit as his body tensed then drove into the woman beneath him as he began to cum. Kailee watched him, her breath rasping in her throat as he began to come down from the high he had been on.

She waited until his spasms stopped before her arm circled his neck and yanked him carefully off the other girl, planting him on his back a little distance away , no harm done but she had him all to herself, just the way she wanted as her eyes flickered with the fires of her hunger As she paused only long enough to drag her shirt over her head before she was on him again. Her body slid against his, chest to chest, the hard points of her tits digging into his flesh as she kissed him hard.

Her knee pressed between his and the smooth leather whispered against his skin as she ground her pelvis into his hip, growling a little. Her hyper sensitive hearing picked up the sound behind her of Dante moving to take over where Mark had left Melody, and Melody’s answering moans of renewed enjoyment. Kailee could have cared less though. She needed her servant in the most basic of ways, the niggling jealousy of watching him with the other girl fading as his body arched beneath hers.

Kailee’s hands moved against him urgently, pinning his hands above his head, opening his body to her gaze and touch, and she didn’t disappoint, her lips skimming across his skin, playing with his nipples just to watch him writhe beneath her. She could have bitten him just then, used her pheromones to force his cock to rise, again but by the feel of it moving against her, she knew he was responding regardless. Third marked servants could rise in an instant, even gain an erection for their Master or Mistress, even on their deathbed, or so it was said. Mark only had a first mark, but already he was stiffening again…Kailee liked that, very much.

Taking her time, Kailee’s mouth wandered down over Mark’s abdomen, the occasional scrape of her fangs against his skin a clear indication of her hunger, though it had little to do with the need for blood. She nuzzled her way over the curve of his hip, her breath feathering across his cock as her hair brushed his balls. Every move was designed to tantalise and turn him on, to make him squirm and beg, she would be content with nothing less. Slowly her mouth opened then and sank down on his length, somewhat careful of those sharp teeth as she took him deep, her tongue swirling against him with purpose.

 

[Veroe]

Mark Everett

Mark could feel her behind him, above him, all around him, part of him-Kailee, his lady. Eventhough he was driving his cock deep to the root in another woman Kailee was there. Her hands moving over the muscles of his back from the nape of his neck to his shoulder blades over Melody's hands and along the course of his spine to his buttocks as they swayed and pushed deeper into Melody.

Mark closed his eyes savoring her touch as her hand dipped lower between his thighs and teased the swaying sack of his balls. Nothing against Melody-she was an old, old fantasy of his come to life, but she wasn't Kailee, and when Mark imagined her beneath him and her pussy convulsing around him in orgasm and her nails gouging across his shoulders.

"My lady, please," He called out, "I need to come."

“Let go for me Mark, cum for me," Her voice was a passion-filled whisper against his ear, "Fill Melody with your seed!”

With that his body shuddered, every muscle turning to gleaming rock. The hard plains of his back stood out with strain, his buttocks clenched, and his face was a rictus mask as he erupted, gushing deep into the convulsing sex of the woman beneath him. For a long time he quivered there like a man with a fever as he rode out the muscle spasms aware of Kailee's hands running over his back until he was done and her arm suddenly slid around his neck.

The next thing Mark knew he was being pulled out of Melody and flipped over onto his back with Kailee over him pulling the leather bustier off. The sheer raw possession in her eyes took him by surprise, and it turned something unexpected inside him, all the way down to his balls.

She leaned atop him bare chest upon bare chest hard erect nipples sticking into him as she placed her lips against his and claimed his mouth as hers to kiss-hard, hot, and heavy.

She took his hands and pulled them above his head, a glare in her eyes promising dire consequences if he even thought of moving them. She bent back down laying claim to his body every inch, every contour, every muscle and sinew. She was driving him crazy. Mark moaned and gasped as she traveled further down his body over his chest, abs, hips to the object of her desire he was certain she wanted to lay claim to the most.

When she took him within her mouth he sucked in his breath and clenched his hands into fists as her lips and tongue began to play a mambo that was swiftly reviving his erection for her.

 

[Ladythunder]

The feel of Mark’s body finally beneath hers, in her control once more helped calm and center Kailee again, to help her reach deep into the depths of her strength, and to force back the blatant need to claim and take him utterly. It let her play, like she was just then, her tongue sweeping up the underside of his shaft feeling his cock swelling for her with every sensual pull of her mouth.

Her need was voracious at that moment, and she just barely avoided driving her fangs into the base of his cock and draining him. Kailee pulled herself back a little then, her eyes closed as she breathed deep, her tongue still flicking idly against his cock as she pressed away the bloodlust that threatened to consume her. She hadn’t experienced it like this in years, but finally she regained control.

Her tongue slid up the underside of his shaft to tease his head, and the delicate nerves of his piss slit, just toying with him as her fingers held his hips, pinning him to the floor almost as she made his pleasure soar once more. She reached beneath herself and shoved her pants down and off, less worried about finesse as getting the maximum amount of flesh bared and in contact with his naked flesh as possible. Her fingers clenched on his hips as Kailee jerked his body to a better position, unable to control the desire to claim him.

Her pussy ground into his thigh as she leaned over him, her eyes intent on his face. Kailee’s eyes were dark with her need as her hips rocked, her wet cunt rubbing against him enough to make her moan. It didn’t last long though, shortly her leg shifted, lifting over his to straddle his hips, her pussy rubbing over his cock.

In the background Kailee could hear Melody gasping for breath, moaning as Dante took her to a new height of pleasure, and knew that even if Mark was focussed on herself, Melody’s noises would add a certain stimulation anyway. Kailee took Mark’s cock in hand, and used it to rub his head against her clit, making her growl with pleasure. It was a tease for them both, because Kailee just wanted him buried deep inside her. It was torture to deny herself what she wanted, but she wanted to see Mark’s response to it at the same time, and he didn’t disappoint.

Finally, Kailee whispered, her voice cracking, giving away the taut need she barely held in check. She was staring into his eyes as she growled, “tell me what you need Mark, what you want more than anything….” Her voice wrapped around him, coaxing, needing his answer.

 

[Veroe]

Mark Everett

Mark was stunned by the sheer animal possessiveness he saw in Kailee's eyes. She needed something, needed it and needed it bad and she made it obvious as she played with the throbbing long length of him like a lollypop making him moan out her name.

He had done this, driven her to this, wound her up to this fever pitch. Just by watching him fuck another woman at her command.

Kailee's hands gripped his hips pinning him in place with bruising force for her-as if he'd ever dream of moving away from her.

There was little preamble to her now, no clever dialogue, no seduction, it was all animal hunger, and it both thrilled and scared Mark. The dangerous almost feral edge in those eyes now.

Behind her Mark could see Dante and Melody. Apparently watching him fuck his servant had driven Dante to the same posessive intensity as Kailee had. His legs were sprawled wide as he hovered over Melody. His hands were clamped over her breasts and he was ruthlessly putting all his weight as his hips sawed in and out piledriving himself into her. Melody eyelids fluttered but Mark could see that her eyes had rolled up in her head and she screamed out with every motion as she orgasmed around him again and again. The force of their furious fucking crumpled the rug she laid upon and each lunge of his hips into her slid them little by little across the floor.

He was reminded whom he was supposed to be paying attention to as Kailee dragged him like he was a rag doll an inch over and down from where he lay but now he was even more sprawled out for her. She climbed over him her nude body a feral goddess in all her glory. Her hand took hold of his throbbing cock in a way that said: Mine, and began to taunt them both by rubbing it against the protruding nubbin of her clit.

He couldn't help but groan as Mark noticed that she was dripping wet and hot already.

“Tell me what you need Mark, what you want more than anything….”

Her words made him shiver, and he wondered if no matter what he said to her now if he'd so rigorously fucked in a few minutes as Melody was now. "I want you, My lady. I want to give you pleasure."

 

[Ladythunder]

"I want you, My lady. I want to give you pleasure."

There was nothing else to say. Other words would have been superfluous and Kailee just wasn’t in the mood for it. All she had to say was, “You will.” Then she seated his cock directly at her entrance and drove down on it. Kailee took him hard then, her body arched over his as she rocked against him, her breath coming in low moans and gasps of pleasure.

There was little finesse, and Kailee seemed to take Mark, to use him for her pleasure as if he was just the thing his cock was attached to, yet it was at the same time, deeper than that. Her inner core clenched against him as she growled her pleasure, her cunt stroking against his cock in a vice like grip she couldn’t have helped if she had wanted to.

Kailee’s firm breasts swayed above Mark’s head with each thrust, tantalizingly out of reach. As if sensing that, through the haze of her lust, Kailee’s shoulders hunched and she dragged those rock hard tips across his lips demanding he suck them again.

Kailee knew she wouldn’t last long. Her body was on fire and each pounding, pulsing stroke onto his cock drove her higher, her body clenching tighter around him as her moans slid further into low growls of desire until she stiffened against him, her fingers tightening on his shoulders as her body spasmed with pure pleasure. She wouldn’t stop though, ruthlessly using his cock to slake her need over and over on him.

Two more times she came, her body nearly convulsing against his before her lips dropped near his ear so she might whisper harshly, “with me this time Mark, I need to feel you cum!” She knew he was on edge, who could stand the writhing of her body for any extended period? Only his release earlier had kept him from peaking, she was sure of that.

As her body clenched one more time she hissed, “Now!” her orgasm was perhaps the strongest yet this time, her passion rose as she felt Mark’s cock throbbing in her tight recesses, making it even better. Instinct said feed at the same time, but she had fed from him earlier that night and didn’t really need it, though the bond would have been nice.

Finally their bodies stilled and Kailee relaxed, looking around finally to see Dante and Melody watching them with appreciation. Dante finally drawled, “Sweetheart, I think at dinner you and I ought to have a go, for old times sake as it were, cause damn baby, you still got it!” Kailee just smiled, neither confirming nor denying her interest.

The two couples finally pulled themselves together and adjusted their clothes, then Dante and Kailee spent a while discussing politics and plans concerning their other business ventures, and then Dante floored her with a single sentence as he said, “I have a contact working on the source of your illness Kailee. Don’t deny it either. I think we’ve been through too much to prevaricate yes? Good. I can see the toll it is taking on you in the shadows of your eyes. I am glad you have your servant, he will help you greatly in the near future, though I am personally surprised you haven’t third marked him already. You know a first mark only does so much, are you really that foolish?” He held up his hands placating her as she opened her mouth to speak, adding, “Either way, my contact thinks he has a lead and will get back to me in the next few days.”

A while and a lot of small talk later, Kailee and Mark made their goodbyes and made their way back through the club to the entrance. Kailee was feeling satiated and relaxed, and therefore not paying as much attention as she should be to her surroundings, and therefore was too slow to react as the dark windowed van parked across the street rolled down its windows and the sound of automatic gunfire lit the night up.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Mark Everett

"I want you, My lady. I want to give you pleasure."

“You will.” She said before lowering herself and impaling her wet and ready pussy on his straining love muscle. She held him down with hands curled, fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders as she used that grip to gain the leverage to rock back and forth on him. He couldn't help but groan as Kailee rode him like a cowgirl on a mechanical bull. Mark was ready for her, thick and hard, making those cunt muscles strain to take him, where he was outmatched physically by her in every other way.

No teasing seduction, little in the way of games, was happening here, just the lust of one body for another. It was something neither could nor wanted to deny. She rode him ruthlessly like a jockey flogging a dying racehorse, to push himself that much harder to reach that finish line, for her.

His hands had found her hips, his fingers gripping her cheeks as merely a method of hanging on rather than an effort to control. Mark wasn't suicidal after all. The tightness of her was driving him mad, and watching her breasts sway above him just out of reach of his tongue was torment. Then she bent lower so with every furious rise and fall of her hips on his cock dragged her nipples across his face.

It wasn't an invitation, it was a demand, and one Mark enthusiastically complied over. He ran his tongue over the swell of one breast before zeroing in on the aereola and pulling on it with lips and suction as his tongue flicked and played with the nipple. He was glad for the distraction it made. He would've surely have exploded into her under this onslaught without it.

But just as he thought that she began to quiver and convulse around him. A rush of juices over his manroot as she continued to fuck him through that orgasm not stopping or even slowing down at all.

Kailee was a juggernaut, unstoppable, implacable as she furiously fucked herself on his cock relentlessly driving herself to orgasm twice more. During the second she pushed him to the edge, but somehow he didn't come, during the third as she pulsed and quivered around him for the third time he was pushed way past the area of any control. He could feel his cock swelling preparing to shoot shot after shot of white cream within her molten core.

"Kailee," He said pulling back from the nipple he had been nibbling, "I can't hang on."

She didn't slow down her pace in the slightest as she bent her head down to whisper so they were as eye to eye as possible, “With me this time Mark, I need to feel you cum!”

Within moments her pleasured hiss came out, “Now!” It was the strongest climax yet and Mark wasn't sure he could hold out any longer any way. He came, crying out hoarsely his fingers digging into the cheeks of her ass. He gave her everything then leaving him gasping exhausted under her.

Dante and Melody lay on the crumpled rug having long finished and watched them rapt. Dante's hand lazily caressing fingertips slowly down the side of Melody's body from breast to thigh. “Sweetheart, I think at dinner you and I ought to have a go, for old times sake as it were, cause damn baby, you still got it!” Dante gruffly stated.

Mark glowered. He had been in a nice state of aftermath when this asshole had to open his mouth. What was worse was that Kailee didn't tell him where to shove it. She just smiled neither accepting the invitation but not shooting it down either.

Finally they pulled free of their entanglement and Kailee and Dante returned to the leather sofa and began to talk business. Mark after finishing redressing himself was bending down to sit in the very comfortable antique leather chair to one side of the sofa. Melody hands shot out gabbing his arm and her nails dug in.

"Mark," She said quietly, "Come on and help me in the kitchen."

"But I want to..."

"C'mon," She glared at him.

He followed her out of the room and over to their underground apartment's kitchen area. she set a tea kettle over a burner on the stove.

"What was that all about."

"We are their servants Mark," She said a little sadly watching the teapot, "Don't make the mistake of believing its anything more than that."

Mark blinked, "I know, but..."

She began to set out two old antique tea cups. "Once your ass had settled on that cushion Lady Kailee would've been all over you, and not in the fun way she was a while ago, and if she wasn't on her own, which I doubt, My Lord would've insisted on it. That is Lord Dante's chair, Mark."

"But he wasn't using it," Mark protested, "He was sitting on the sofa."

"Of course," She sniffed, "He only sits in that chair when he wants me to give him the blowjob to end all blowjobs." she leveled a finger at him. "I like you Mark, but do not sit in Master Dante's chair."

"What should I have done then?"

"Come with me and serve them tea, and be ready for any command they give us." The tea kettle was whistling ready.

"What did you mean about not believing its anything more?"

"It's a mistake Peter told me he made, when I believed Me and Dante were more than master and slave. It's a mistake all servants make. They don't express love in the same fashion as us. It doesn't mean she doesn't feel it Mark, but don't expect her and you to be boyfriend and girlfriend even for a minute."

"In peter's journals he talked about that," Mark admitted, "I guess I just wasn't thinking."

"Come on. Let's get back." She said as she picked up the teacups leaving him the kettle. they reentered the den gave both the vampires their tea. After that Mark watched Melody kneel on the floor a distance, but not too far away, from Dante. He did likewise on Lady Kailee's side as both vampire's continued their conversation only giving them cursory attention.

Hours passed, and several more cups of tea later Kailee rose and made her goodbyes to Dante. They all entered the elevator. Apparently Dante and Melody were going to show them out. As they left and approached Kailee's Jag Mark noticed the Chevy Tahoe across the street, the window lowering and a thin black tube slid out.

Mark had been in combat zones all around the world at least a dozen times, and recognized the muzzle of an AK47 when he saw it. He reacted as fast as he could lunging as the machine gun leveled on Kailee and opened fire.

"Kailee," he shouted as his body slammed into hers knocking her into the ground.

A pool of blood was forming on the sidewalk and to his horror he saw she had been hit. He tried to say something but only managed to cough up blood around the words. He lay there over her as he realized most of the blood pooling underneath them was his own.

 

[Ladythunder]

Kailee became aware of the danger as Mark called out. Even then she might have saved them both but it took her a moment to identify the danger to know where to move. Mark was a distraction as he moved, ands it lost another precious moment. Then it was too late. She felt a double punch in her gut as a pair of slugs struck her, but worse, was the fact she felt Mark’s body jerk with the impact.

They landed with a sprawl together on the sidewalk. Mark laying over her. Kailee’s hands reached out and helped support hi. Pressure on the most grievous of wounds helped staunch the bleeding but from the rasp of Mark’s laboured breath, Kailee knew she needed to do more, and fast. Thankfully, Dante was there. For the moment she had to put all her trust in him, as it was imperative that they maintain the semblance of humanity.

Dante moved fast, his security force gently transported the wounded pair into one of the private rooms set up like a doctors office. Contrary to other role play rooms, this one was perfectly functional too, and it had a proper doctor on call. Dante didn’t call him though, instead he looked over at Kailee who was standing unsteadily beside the exam table.

“You are going to have to second mark him if you want him to have a chance Lady Kailee.” Dante’s voice was low in the quiet room, filled with regret at the choice forced on her. He knew well the reasons Kailee hadn’t wanted to mark her new servant.

Kailee was wavering unsteadily, but she nodded, and looked at Dante. “you know what will happen if I have to do this without healing myself first. There is no time if he is to live.” Her hands were gentle as she turned Mark’s face to her, her hand under his head as she added, “you will have to use one of the emergency transports. don’t let the humans see the mask slip, take whatever steps you have to if Mark stabilizes as we expect.”

There was no time for more, Kailee could hear the stutter of Mark’s heart as it tried to beat with far to little blood to sustain him.

She bent over him, her fangs lengthened. She whispered an apology just before her fangs sank into his neck. She was unable to take much, but this moment wasn’t about feeding anyway. A thought, and pressure on a spot behind her teeth where they disappeared into his flesh, and a small silvery stream entered his bloodstream. Instantly his body bucked off the table, landing back on it only to arch again. Kailee growled, her hands pressing him firmly into the table as the fireball raced through his system as the second mark took hold.

There seemed to be a dull explosion between Kailee’s ears and suddenly her mind pushed past the barrier of Mark’s mind, until she shared his innermost thoughts. That was the one benefit of the second mark. The other was also apparent, visible to the naked eye as Mark’s breathing eased. He wasn’t out of the woods yet, but the greater healing speed of that second mark was clear. Kailee’s mind slipped from his as easily as it had entered then as she sagged backward, nearly insensible as the toll of the marking, and her own untended wounds finally overcame her. Dante was fast though, the vampire caught her and prevented her head from hitting the floor.

A long time later Kailee woke. She lay in her upstairs chamber, her body wrapped around Mark’s protectively. Other than the hunger that beat at her mercilessly, she felt as though she had never been shot. The shadow in her mind though had that memory fresh as day for her though. She pressed on it mentally and easily slipped back into Mark’s mind, sensing instantly he was fully healed, and just sleeping.

Wanting to see his eyes and assure herself that he really was awake, she sent a call, her voice whispering inside his mind as she mentally murmured, “Mark, awaken. Your Lady has a need of you.” She remained there, knowing he would sense her in his mind as he woke, her presence light, feminine, but undeniably foreign in a place his thoughts were normally his own and none others. She wished to know his thoughts, if he was angry he had been shot

 

[Veroe]

IC: Mark Everett

He was carried back inside Dante's place and into what looked like a doctor's office. The bullets had ripped into his side above the hip and added two more holes diagonally across his stomach. Gut shots each and every one. Mark had heard hard-bitten combat veterans pray for bullets to the head rather than take the prolonged agony that three to the stomach could inflict on a man.

Strange that he wasn't in pain. Was that shock? If it was then that wasn't a good sign for him.

If he was going to go like this he wanted Kailee near by. Had she been hit? It was more important that she be taken care of than him. She should be the one taken to Dante's doctor's office. He was getting blood all over the bed they laid him down in.

"Kailee," His words were a blood soaked murmur, but he needed her nearby. Needed to see she was well and alive.

“You are going to have to second mark him if you want him to have a chance Lady Kailee.”

Was that Dante? Second mark? Peter talked about that in his journals, it was the next mark after the first, the locator mark Kailee had already given him. He had written down the time she had given him the second mark, but it was formal, ritualized, nothing like his circumstances now.

He turned his head and found her there, Kailee, his lady, mistress of his soul. Things were getting dim for him, but he was glad that she would be the last thing he saw.

She said something to Dante then bent down over him. Her heard her silent, private just for his ears, apology the moment before she sunk her fangs into the side of his neck.

She didn't take much from him. He didn't have much to give her left, but it wasn't about her taking. This time she gave.

Fire, liquid hellfire stampeding through his veins, was what the second mark felt like. His muscles spasmed, and his body wracked arching up stiffly locking him in that ridiculous position.

Within his head he could feel her pushing into his mind, a dark deep churning pool and she was a mermaid princess born to and mistress-after-god within the environment of his thoughts and dreams, inexorable force that settled within him and enclosed him as his conscious self sunk deeper and deeper into the calming waters safe under her watch, unconscious.

He slept, he didn't know how long, he didn't even experience dreams as he slept to mark the time. He was alone hanging suspended at the bottom of the midnight black sea of his mind. Here there was no up, no down, no right no wrong, only the all embracing darkness of unconscious existance.

“Mark, awaken. Your Lady has a need of you.”

Her words sliced through the black unsettling the glassy smooth surface of his mind.

His eyes opened finding her holding him in her arms. Was she alright? What had happened? How was he still alive?

But he didn't ask any of those things. He looked into her eyes, beautiful, dark, dangerous eyes. Gems a man could loose his soul staring into and he said, "Hello."

"Are you..." He blinked looking her over, "Are you OK?"

He looked down at himself seeing three puckered scars crossing diagonally down his stomach where the bullets had ripped gaping holes in him. Was this the power of the second mark. He thought he remembered Dante mention it before. Peter never wrote in his journal that it could save someone from assault rifle wounds.

When Kailee spoke to him he could clearly hear her, but it was clear as day, but he could see her mouth in his peripheral vision. It didn't move when she spoke. He turned his head back to look at her eyebrows raised. It seemed Peter neglected to write alot about the secrets of this second mark.

 

[Ladythunder]

The hunger beat at her, her very cells aching for sustenance, but she pressed the urge back, focusing on her servant, and the need to know she was well. Her throat was dry as wellso she continued the nonverbal communication, enjoying the subtle intimacy of being in his head, though she had politely withdrawn so she was only cognisant of the upper edges of his thoughts.

Her thoughts came to him on a sultry whisper as she thrust, ”I am pleased to see you in good health Mark, you had me worried there for a bit. I feared I had lost you.”

Kailee saw the shock and surprise on Mark’s face as she ‘spoke’ to him so she continued, “you see on your person the benefits of the second mark. In addition there is the benefit of being able to see your most inner thoughts. you might consider yourself lucky though, I doubt I will be delving there and invading your privacy like that. I am told it feels like someone raping your mind.”

With that, Kailee rolled against him, her body pressed against his own, the red sheen of banked blood lust making her pupils enlarge. Gently her hands helped him to a sitting position propped against the headboard. She knew from assessing him he was as fit as she, though he was hungry too. She slid onto his lap. A feminine, seductive move as her legs straddled his lap. She was naked, so her firm flesh was a breath away from him, separated only by the thin boxers he wore.

Out loud this time, Kailee spoke once more. “There is one advantage though, beyond what you have seen”

Kailee’s arms slid around Mark then, one fist slipping into his hair to draw his head to the side, cradling him to herself as she moulded her body to his and let her mind slip into his once more. There were no words this time, only sensation. Kailee’s mind opened, offering him a tantalizing glimpse into her inner thoughts.

As her fangs settled into the slight indent of her regular feeding place she sent him image after image. Some she knew would be hotter to him than others, but she let him see some of her imagination, which was prodigious.

She offered the picture of him on her cross, as she cut his clothing from him and brought up some interesting welts with her whip, the sight of her body curled over his as she used his ass with a strap on. She sent images of him caught between herself and another woman, used for their pleasure. Other images included him bent over her feet massaging them, kissing one as the other rested on his back. Or between her legs in service to her pussy.

Kailee could feel Mark swelling against her, the hard thrust of his cock against her abdomen and she shifted gears, offering images of his cock buried in her hot pussy, her own lips wrapped about it. A picture of her neatly manicured fingers oiled and sliding slickly along his shaft.

As she finally finished sucking the sweet taste from Mark’s neck and pressed her tongue there to seal the wounds once more, Kailee wondered just how far she could push her servant, and how much control he had over himself.

 

[Veroe]

IC: MArk Everett

“you see on your person the benefits of the second mark. In addition there is the benefit of being able to see your most inner thoughts. you might consider yourself lucky though, I doubt I will be delving there and invading your privacy like that. I am told it feels like someone raping your mind.” She rolled taking him with her and soon had him sitting up right against the headboard of the bed. She sat stradling him her bear-shaven mound pressed to the thin cotton boxers he wore. The thin scrap of cloth the only barrier between them.

“There is one advantage though, beyond what you have seen” She said aloud. She wrapped her arms around him fingers trailing fire over the skin of Mark's shoulders and back. One hand slid and grabbed a fistful of the hair at the nape of his neck. she then forced his head into position so she have greater access to his neck.

Her head lowered. Lips parted. Fangs bared. They pressed into her favored spot on the side of his neck where she'd sip from the arterie pulsing strong with his heart's beat. Sharp points pressed into the little divots forming there. A second of pain and the sensation of those full lips sealing against his neck, the tease of her tongue and the draw of suction as she fed from his blood.

An image of him and her flooded into his brain. She had chained him tight to the St. Andrew's cross the dryads relief carved into the wood pressing into the center of his back. She looked into his eyes as her hands raised revealing a tiny ancient bronze dagger in her hand. The metal gleamed and it looked sharp enough to slice flesh to ribbons. She placed it at the sleeve so the point caressed the muscled contours without scoring his skin as she dragged it along each arm and shoulder the blade slicing through the fabric of the T-shirt. After trailing it over the center of his chest. She then grabbed a fistful of the tattered shirt and pulled it off him casting it behind her disdainfully. Her hand trailed over his chest as she ran the flat of the blade aver the lump in the crotch of his pants. She lowered to one knee and ran the knife up the inseam of the denim jeans along his spread inner thigh, the sliding it around his crotch. Soon the sliced open jeans landed atop his tattered T-shirt and he was naked before her save for his socks and shoes.

Then she began with her favorite cat of nine tails, hard. He gasped, and gritted his teeth as the arousal of pain/pleasure made his cock hard and eager for her. The knife was placed against the red welt over his heart as the knife made shallow cuts along the painful welt. Blood welled up, beaded and made tiny rivulets down. Her head dipped and her tongue reached out tracing the contours of pecs and abs chasing to capture the beads of blood over the other welts.

In the world outside the images she was sending him his hands had bunched the sheets of the bed in tight fists. The only thing different with Kailee was the constant gulping of her throat as she swallowed his blood down.

Another image came to him. His hands fisted the sheets of his own bed as she bent over him. She had him sleep to rest up from a night of lovemaking only to wake him up as she climbed atop the bed in stilletto thigh-high boots, leather gloves up to her shoulders and a lifelike dildo smeared profusely with lubricant sticking out from a strap on harness. She had commanded him to struggle. So he had. They wrestled for several minutes but inevitably here he was being held down as she brought the head of the phallus in line with his backdoor opening. She entered slowly, gently, considering the size of the thing, and began to fuck his ass little by little slowly then a little faster and faster. He graoned out from the uncomfortableness of the sensation, frissures of panic forming in his voice. Her voice came telling him how sexy he was with his ass being fucked by her, how turned on it was making her that he'd submit this to her. to his shock he was groaning out from pleasure now as he pushed back into her thrusts. A leather encased hand slipped underneath him to find his erection at full about to come at any moment and precome making a damp spot against the bedsheets

His cock was hard and throbbing under her. The boxers between her mound and his erection growing damp between them.

The cock ring was tight restricting the blood flow in his erection as he ran through the gardens. It was old looking corded gold with a tiny lock. The little key had dangled around Kailee's neck the last he saw it. He looked back behind to see if either of his hunters were close behind. From the lights in the windows of Kailee's mansion he saw the silhouette of woman casually skipping down the long ponytail swinging behind her. He turned to find Kailee standing in front of him. She was dissapointed that the hunt had only lasted a few minutes before teasing that perhaps he didn't want to escape them. He didn't get to answer before she pulled him to the ground. The other woman had reached them. Complimenting Kailee on an exhilerating hunt. Mark didn't miss the show of fangs when the woman smiled. She was a vampire too.

Then Kailee asked her how long had it been since she had a man between her legs. She answered since her last servant she had not had a man's cock within her for seven hundred years. Kailee then offered her Mark's services. she looked at Mark or more importantly the fully erect and throbbing cock because of Kailee's cock ring. She licked her lips and nodded ascent. Mark groaned as she lowered down onto and around his cock. She was so tight. The other vampire began blather in Spanish Russian and Japanese over how large he felt within her and how good it was. She began to ride him like a mad cowgirl her lips spread in an O as she orgasmed around Mark. Mark just barely kept himself from coming right there despite the cock ring at Kailee's command to hold off. As the other Vampire climbed off of him Kailee then anounced a new game. They would ride Mark and see which of them acheived the greater number of orgasms. She straddled Mark and looked over her shoulder into his eyes as she lowered onto his cock.

He had her feet between his hands as she sat reading the same trashy romance novel as the time she had taken him on the desk. They were in the den. Peter's nude portrait stared down at them. A fire roared in the fireplace. He rubbed his thumbs over the sole massaging the tension away. Her leg moved out from under her and she placed it atop his back. He lowered the other and placed his lips there. She turned a page. as she raised that one and placed it in the middle of his bare back. She pressed her feet down making him place his head and chest onto the capet. He would've spread his legs so he could lay flat on the floor, but her foot slipped up in the gap between the small of his back bent over as they were and the fabric of the jeans. She held in place and when he got what she wanted and kept his ass up in the air both feet rested on the denim covered cheeks of his ass ankles crossed. He was now her footstool. She turned another page.

He was in Kailee's office now. The manacles that had restrained his ankles that time were locked around his wrists. He knelt pressed against the front of the desk his head just reaching the large peice of furniture's top. Kailee laid back her legs spread so her heels rested on the lip of the desk's surface. Her hands in his hair gently but forcefully pushing his head forward so his mouth pressed tighter against her hairless mound. His lips closed over her clitoris and his cheeks hollowed as he sucked on it.

He was rampant now, an iron rod beneath the dampened cloth of the boxers. His hands cupped her ass trying to press her even tighter against his aching hard-on.

The images changed and increased in brevity and pace with the ramping up of both their lusts.

He had rolled over now on her couch. She allowed him the top position and his cock obsessively sawed in an out of her gushing pussy. They kissed before her arms wrapped around him. dragging him closer to her.

He was tied to this very bed in Dante's now with scarves belt and tie, a blindfold over his eyes. Kailee was between his legs mouth lowering on the length of him. His back arched as her head bobbed up and down hands playing with his balls. Fangs occasionally pressing against his skin teasing penetration. His hips raised and his limbs quaked almost on the brink.

He was in Dante's public show room now. Lying down hips up muscles quaking on the edge of eruption. Kailee sat at the end of the bench as complete strangers watched as her oiled hands pumped his erection.

She stopped swallowing finally and the images stopped at least for the moment. Which was a relief becuase Mark didn't know how much more of that he could take before exploding in his boxers. He was rock hard and the fact that Kailee's naked pussy was so close made his poor cock ache from base to tip to remove the suddenly constrictive underwear.

He whispered in her ear, "Don't take this the wrong way, Kailee. I really like the way you think, but if you keep this up I won't be able to serve you in actuality. You'll waste me away like this."