Toreador

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

"I do not know dear Serina..." He shifted against her back for a moment, reaching for a prepared glass and bringing it to bare in front of her, his other hand rested a mere inch under her breast. "But perhaps you would care for a drink?" He offered gently, raising it toward her lips.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

She felt him move behind her, his hand shifting closer to her breast.

"I do not know dear Serina..."

She was beginning to feel uncomfortable when the cup appeared in front of her.

"But perhaps you would care for a drink?"

She felt a little foolish. His hand had merely moved up as he shifted behind her to get the cup. Steam was rising from the lip and she began to calm down.

"Yes, that would be nice."

She took the cup from him and sipped at the tea. It was an unusual flavor, though not unpleasant.

"Trent, why are you being so nice to me after how I've treated you?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

"Now Serina, it's your job as a critic, and I think it admirable that you have always given such an honest oppinion of my works..." He slipped his legs over the side of the bed, next to her, and sat. He looked over into her eyes as she sipped the hot tea. "Is the tea to your liking?" He asked with a small smile.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

She sipped the tea again, trying to taste the spice.

"Yes, it's quite good, really, but unlike anything I've ever had before. Is it herbal? I can't quite pick out the defining flavor. What is it?"

 

[Ravenloft]

trent:

"Hmm? Yes, it's herbal, Coriander... So, would you care to start the interview tonight, Serina?" Trent asked politely. "Or perhaps some other night, you still look a little tired, it would seem..." He said softly as he looked her over.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

She'd been sipping the tea all along and was feeling quite drowsy.

"Trent, I'd love to interview you right now, but I'm...feeling...quite drowsy."

She yawned and quickly covered her mouth.

"Oh, Trent, I'm so sorry."

Her eyes began to droop and she leaned towards him.

"I'm so...sleepy."

Her eyes closed and she slumped against him.

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

Staying silent as Serina slowly rested against his side, Trent eased her back onto the bed, slipping her under the covers, he laid next to her for a moment, running his finger tips over her lips lightly, then her cheek, then between her full breasts. "Rest well sweet Innocente..." He whispered. "And when you wake, I will finally claim you as mine..." He added as he stood and departed the room.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

A brush on her lips, on her cheeks, then her breasts. The fluttering beginning in her loins. She opened her eyes and beheld her dream man. He was laying beside her, gazing at her with love and tenderness, everything she'd always wanted.

Her heart melted as their eyes dove into each other's, his touch rousing her ardour. She could feel her nipples hardening, her genitals pulsing in the heated wetness.

Her lips parted as he lowered to kiss her and her arms went around his neck. Their kiss was the most sensuous one of her young life.

His hands roamed her body while they kissed deeper, bringing electrical sensations wherever they touched. Her breath quickened, her heart beat faster. She was enraptured.

He broke the kiss and she felt the loss keenly. She mouthed a silent "no" but he lifted a hand, touching her lips, shaking his head. His hand grasped hers and brought it to his lips, his kiss full of passion.

He rose as if to leave her and she cried out in her bereavement.

Her eyes flew open as she cried out, lifting herself to a sitting position. She searched the room in her agony, taking in the one lit lantern, shadows dancing in the corners, the fire burning low in the fireplace. She touched her hand to her lips and began to cry. It was another dream. It couldn't have been. It...It was so real. It...was her heart's desire.

Light began to stream through the windows and she realized it was dawn. She had to find him.

She rose from the bed and grabbed the fur-lined robe. Hastily donning it, she raced from the bedroom. She ran down the halls, opening doors, calling out for him. "Trent. Trent, where are you?"

She began to panic when she couldn't find him.

She ran down the stairs of what could only be a mansion, its opulence unnoticed, crying out his name.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc:

And here's the evil lackey!!


Name: René Delacroix
Height: 6'5
Weight: 190
Eyes: Amber gold
Hair: Raven black.

He is slimly built, much like a dancer...and thats all you get to know!

...for now. *evil laughter

IC:


*She ran down the stairs, and nearly into the slim and carefully built René Delacroix, he looked quite young to be any sort of servent, though he wore an impeccably crisp suit, and immediatly seized her shoulders*

Please! please! settle yourself madame!

*He gritted his teeth in silent frustration within, but made soothing comments, quickly causing her to settle down from her hysterics*

Master Trent is not at home at the moment! He was called away on very important business, However he will return this evening, after sun set.

*she looked at him as if he was nuts*

I have been instructed to make sure you are well cared for until he returns, but if you simply MUST leave, he understands, and will send me to fetch you when you return. Though I would strongly advise you remain.

*he seemed quite soothing..and very very trustworthy*

Please Madam, I do not wish to make your job difficult. Nor my own. If you will please come this way, We can fix you some breakfast, and properly bathe and clothe you.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

In her panic to find Trent, she'd rushed headlong into his manservant. He gripped her by the shoulders, keeping her from rushing about.

She was so distraught, she could barely comprehend his words, but eventually his soothing voice lulled her.

"I don't understand. Sunset? I...I must find him. Please tell me where he is and I will go to him."

She looked into his face, imploring him for the information. Her panic returned with her need to find Trent.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

Madam! calm yourself first...I am René , And he has gone to a very -private- meeting Quite far away, by the time you arranged transport there he would already have returned. Now PLEASE Settle yourself, He will return at sunset, of that you can be assured, Simply practice patientce madam, and You will find it well rewarded.

*He ushered her, much like a calm and Trusting priest of some kind, smiling*

Now come. You slept long into the night, dawn though it may seem, the morning is fairly advanced on itself. We will make you appropriate for Master Trent and make certain everything else is cared for. but please remain, It is what he wished you would do..

*Safe enough to say he thought for a moment, and watched her carefully. He did not want to have to use any of the precious blood to calm her down and to make her stay*

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

She allowed herself to be led to an ornate dining room. There was a note from Trent waiting for her. She sat at the table and read it while Rene busied himself tending to her breakfast.

"Dearest Serina, I appologize for having departed for the day, but if I may impose upon you to wait the day away, I shall be most glad to entertain you for the night that follows.

Sincerely yours

Trent Norrez

Her heart beat faster upon reading that he would entertain her and she decided, though it would be torture, to wait for him.

Rene brought her bed slippers and her breakfast, hovering over her to assure himself of her needs. Once her hunger had been satiated, she returned to her rooms and dressed in the clothing that had been laid out for her. It was a long red satin gown with a side slit reaching up to her thigh. The bodice was very low cut, revealing her ample cleavage.

She attired herself, relishing in the splendor of the gown. It was if it had been fashioned for her alone. There were matching heels.

She then wandered her suite admiring the artifacts until drowsiness assailed her. She lay on the divan to rest and fell deeply asleep, enticing erotic dreams of Trent capturing her.

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

Darkness fell, and Trent arose from his 'sleep'. He still wore the cloths from the night before as he slipped from his room and made his way to the bed chambers he had left Serina in. "Tonight is the night Serina..." He sighed under his breath as he entered the room, catching sight of her, he closed the distance to her resting form, crouching over her, sinking to one knee, his hands hovering mere inches from her body, his head bowed down to breath in her scent. He then leveled his gaze upon her face and placed the back of his hand lightly upon her cheek. "Serina... Serina, my Innocente..." He called gently, rousing her.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

Her dreams were filled with Trent, very erotic, very sensual. She glowed in his admiration, her skin on fire as his fingers traced over her skin, as his kisses flamed her own passion. Her sleeping body was writhing on the divan in the throes of a very real climax when his voice pulled her from her slumber.

"Serina... Serina, my Innocente..."

She awoke to him kneeling by her side, his hand caressing her cheek. Her arms reached for him, wanting the tactile contact of the lover of her dreams.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*It hadnt taken renè long, over the course of the day, to stock up on Fresh blood for the newcomer...He Survied the two he had managed to bring in..Clean blood. Adults, and both male's whom he used to do Work with before...well, Before he came under the masterful tutaledge of Trent*

*The two were knocked out, bound and gagged in a seperate room, prepped and ready for the new mistress of the house....Renè, for a brief moment had entertained that he may have finally proven himself. But then quickly shut it down. he must not appear TOO Hopeful*

*So The young ghoul waited in the wings, not so much watching his master as watching the security system. Even when one had such an assiduious planner such as Rene was, It was always a good idea to never let one's guard down..*

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

Trent bent his head down to kiss Serina's lips as his hand slipped down her cheek, to her neck, and then, as in her dreams, his finger tips moved between the fullness of her breasts, along the seem where they pressed together. Only now, her dream did not end at that, the cool roughness of his hand snuck its way beneith the fabric of her clothing to cup her breast as he pulled the roundness of it free, the cloth slinking down under her breast.

He abbandoned their kiss, moving his lips in a moist trail down her neck, his hand retreating to the side of her breast as his mouth advanced. He gently drew Serina's hardened nippled between his lips and suckled upon it, his eyes drawn shut for but a moment, only to snap open and lock upon her with a predatory hunger that made her heart skip a beat. He nibbled upon her sking for a moment, then, suddenly, he bit into her! Two sharp bone tines peirced her flesh on either side of her areola as his lips covered the wound he began to forcefully suck.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

Trent responded as she had dreamt he would. He gathered her in his arms and tenderly kissed her lips. She responded with a passion fueled by her dream of him. As their ardour increased in the kiss, his hand mirrored her dream but pursued her flesh further, the fabric pushed aside as the flesh of his hand met the flesh of her breast.

The cupping of her breast sent tendrils of immense sensation coursing through her body and she emitted a moan of lust. Trent broke the kiss and their eyes met, his hinting of pleasure to come. Her body began responding to his trail of kisses to her breast.

His lips suckled at her nipple causing her to squirm in pleasure. Her hands sought his hair, her fingers wrapping themselves within the strands. He lifted his head, catching her eyes. She saw a burning lust within them, a hunger that would be satisfied. She gasped at the intensity, her heart racing, her breath quickening.

He returned to her breast and nibbled enticingly. She became fully aroused. Then she felt an immense pain as his bite pierced her flesh, turning into sexual release as he began to feed on her.

Her body writhed beneath him, her vision clouding. Her screams were not of fear nor pain but of complete and utter abandonment, willingly giving of herself to her lover, her destiny being fulfilled. The painful pleasure continued and she lost consciousness, her last thought one of delighted possession.

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

Trent drew away from Serina's breast when he felt her go still. Licking his lips, he looked from the delicious wound to her face and with a hungry groan, he returned his mouth to the wound that bleed at her chest. "I will not be denighed you any longer, I will have you for my own in this life time, for eternity..." He mumbled against her blood smeered breast. Lapping up the remnents of her blood, he drank, drank until she was cold and deathly pale, then he eased back, raising his wrist to his lips, he peirced his own flesh, and as the fiery crimson blood welled up from that wound, he imediately pressed it to Serina's lips.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

Coldness. Ice cold. No feeling whatsoever. Then...an awareness.

Burning lust but not of sexual need. Blood lust. Warm. Enticing. Now hot at her lips.

Her eyes flew open, the hunger filling her up. The scent was beneath her nose and she opened her mouth to receive the tantalizing offering that was before her.

The taste was warm, sweet, satisfying. She swooned in desire. Just as she was to succumb to the hunger, it was yanked from her. She cried out in her need and rose. Trent's rough hands grabbed her shoulders and turned her toward him.

Her eyes went wide at the sight of blood on his face, her burning blood lust consuming her.

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

"In the next room..." Trent gasped, turning Serina, lifting to her feet commandingly, nothing gentle about it, it was mechanical, an action of need. "There you may... Feed..." And with that, Trent pushed her three steps toward the room as he fell upon the bed, looking up toward her, willing her to go with his deep, passionate eyes.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

Her new instincts propelled her feet into the next room. The men were chained to the wall, fear apparent in their faces. She seemed not to notice as she approached the first one. Her hunger was all-consuming as she tore his shirt open and dug her fingers into his skin.

Her "humanity" receded from her and the lust grew until she could no longer control it. She tore into the flesh...and blanked out.

She awoke from the most gruesome dream she'd ever had, terror filling her mind, her body trembling from the experience. Her vision was clouded by red liquid and she realized she was biting into something hot and sticky.

She backed away, the horrible dream not a dream but her reality. She looked down at herself. Her chin was dripping with blood and her hands were caked.

She looked about her and saw the limp figures of the men she had fed from, all that she had done returning to her memory, and she began to scream.

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

Having risen and stood in the door way to watch Serina, Trent felt an excitement, her excitment, the passion she was too lost to feel... She attacked, and fed upon the men so wildly that Trent could only smile, licking his own lips clean of her blood. She was his now, his childer... Soon they would be lovers as only his kind could be... He disired this connection for so long... And now it was in his grasp... So close, three nights, that was all...

Her scream broke him from his thoughts and he rushed to Serina, forcing her head to his unbeating chest, soothing her as best he could. "Shh, shh, Serina... you are okay, listen to me... Please listen..." He whispered, his words knifing through the miasma of her panic.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Serina Innocente

She turned in her terror, her screams becoming ragged, and ran toward the door. Trent grabbed her, keeping her from fleeing into the night, his arms going around her. His voice was calm, his attempt to be comforting.

She lifted her head from his chest and glared at him, her rage rising.

She screamed her words at him.

"Look at me! Look at all this blood. What have you done to me?"

His words began to penetrate the fog that had surrounded her.

"Shh, shh, Serina... you are okay, listen to me... Please listen..."

"Listen to you! I'll be okay?!!!! Trent, I'm not okay. What have you done?"

She pointed behind her.

"Look at them. I did that!!! I killed them."

Her tears were falling, her hatred toward him building. She beat in futility at his chest as he pulled her from the room.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*Rene simply waited to the side, half hidden by shadows...unflinching. Unmoving. his time would come. when she had been calmed, The capable manservent would step in and do his duty. But for now he waited...not saying a thing, and secretly, in his most -private- thoughts...envying her.*

 

[Ravenloft]

Trent:

His own predatory nature rising as he looked over toward the two of Serina's victems, Trent growled under his breath. He pulled her from the room and flung her toward the bed in the next, letting her fall back upon it. He strode atop her then, hovering over her comandingly, his eyes locking with her own. "LISTEN to me!" He hissed. "I have given you a GIFT, a gift..." He was passionate, so very passionate. "You did nothing wrong, you did only what you had to... Just as a tiger or a lion must feed, you have... Don't you see? You are something more now!" Trent caressed Serina's cheek and leaned inward to kiss her lips, to lick away the blood that still lingered there.