V;tm — The Tordeador Clan

[StarXChyld]

For those that have been following along on my journey to get the biggest, bestest SRP going here at Lit, please allow me to introduce our latest addition to the V;tm threads. . .The Tordeador Clan.

For those of you, who are stratching their heads trying to figure out what I'm talking about. Please visit "V;tm — The Vixen's Inn OOC for more information. There are still plenty of openings for Vamps and victims. ::wicked grin::

In the meantime, Please allow me to introduce Adapt and his artsy little clan of Tordeadors.

It's all yours, Adapt! Enjoy yourself. . .while you can. grrrrrrrrrrrrrowl

 

[Adapt]

YAY!! COOL! thanks for the intro there Star

Ok, well, this is my clan, of vamps, I hope to see alot of you here, this is my intro for my clan, and soon I will be posting another about us and the Toreador name

Well this is my Character; I hope he suits you and the game, cant wait to dive right in –grins- Heres Dante’s intro

IC: The Blackness of the night crept closer to his haunt, after near a century of restful sleep he awakened, “Damn that traitorous Braxis?he bellowed as he thrust his coiled fist thru the lid of his sheltered coffin, his other hand falling flat to the lid and knocking it off its hinges, slipping from the marble embrace he looked around, dreary and hungry. A toll was paid for power as he stumbled about, hearing the sounds of footsteps he decided to have a meal and slip off, his speed was still quite nimble as was all his prowess that he had sometime ago. Slipping across the walks of the old beautiful castle, falling silent against the cobblestone as he made his way to the sounds. His castle they decided to defile with their insignificant banter and ranking, his castle. Dante didn’t mind, he was hungry, slipping closer; he took eyes upon the wisp walking fools, “hunters??he asked himself as he hung upside down against a wooden bar that ran across the stones of the castle, sneering as he flipped and tumbled with grace and balance across the various short paths of the massive monastery like encasement.

Following their path, stalking like the nights wind, he followed them to where he rested, they inspected the marble casting and shattered pieces, slipping in for a closer look, his hunger drawing him closer and closer to the ones that dare defile his resting area, “A sabbit and his underling slaves?he spoke with a hissing laughter, haughty and well rendered. Standing his back against the wall, he chuckled with a hint of smear in his soft heavenly voice, high up on the wall, leaning out to them with a grin.

Forcing himself from the stone backfield with the pressing of his feet against it, he sprung off with speed and grace, the wind in his wake instantly knocking out of there hands there sources of light, again a haunting laughter was heard as the large form took to one of the underlings, severing his head from the rest of his body with a quick slash of a piece of marble that lay on the floor, quickly the sabbit turned an the balls of his toes, looking behind him only to be met with a crushing blow to his cheek with a coiled fist, instantly shattering his cheek and jaw. Scampering over to the light, bringing it about to shine upon the Fallowed Creature, his hand sliding about to find the silver stake she dropped as sweat streaked across her forehead, “Holy Shit…” she shouted as the body of another one of her underlings came to fall on her, “Sherri Look out!?the sabbit rung with his raspy throat, but it was to late.

She caught the gaze of the night hunter, she felt his soothing touch as he looked down to her, she was held breathless as she wanted to look at him more, getting lost in his two pools of sapphire reflections, Dante leaned in slowly, his tongue running the area of her pulse as he could feel the beat raise against her skin, she could feel his cheek nuzzle her neck softly, drowning out all words her sabbit yelled as she felt the burning desire to be with him, dropping the weapon in hand just to touch this wondrous beast that has chosen her to touch, “Sherri, kill him, use your…” as she saw the weapon drop she leaned her head back, knowing she was gone.

The wisp of cool euphoric breath seemed to strangle her as she panted for breath, she shivered as his teeth grazed her neck softly, she moaned in pleasure as he deepened the fatal kiss and sunk his fangs to bear, feeding from her as his right hand cupped her neck, pulling her closer, his other hand trailing the small of her back as he drank from her, he could feel the sweet blood course thru his lips as he continued to drain her, feeling his energies recuperate, his supreme physique returning to him as he drank from her, finally finishing, her eyes fell closed as she was robbed her life. Dropping her lifeless corpse to the floor with a thud, the Toreador Elder stepped forth in all his glory to the weakling sabbit, looking at her wretched form, trembling, he laughed as a hand slipped to reach him, lifting him from the other dead body, his hand embraces around his face, slowly crushing it, streaks of blood soon followed as he heard the dome of his skull crack and shatter against the force of the awesome ones hand, the sabbit only had one last blessing to look into Dante’s beautiful the seduction complete, but not needing of anymore sustenance he completed in the tasked and crushed the her head into a pile of chipped bones and destroyed brain tissue, snickering as the rest of her body fell to the floor, slipping a rag from the now deceased sabbit, he cleaned his soiled hand “Filthy creature?he growled in a low toned voice, as he dropped the rag back on the sabbit and left

OOC: Dante comes from a rich background of history, as a child he grew up rich with his parents, he was shown to exhibit many talents, considers a prodigy of arts at a infantile age of 6 years, painting as well as the best around the there country, even ranking upon the top elites around the world. Taking a passion for art early, but dropped it as early, soon he began to see women, he enjoyed them immensely ever since learning he had a particular hold on them, become familiar with the body of a female in little time at all and grow a stable of them that was said to reach in the hundreds in as early as 16, he was a clever man, outwitting most and if not, he could easily do it with the rapier or another equally fashionable weapon, schooled in many areas to become more of a gentleman then already was, balancing books on his head, bowing and showing respect to the ladies, all he passed with flying colors, turning to be a wondrous gentleman, winning the hearts of many and destroying the hearts of many more, he turned out to become quiet the ladies man, bringing his stable upon to the five hundreds some say when he reached the age of 18. He never really took upon an religion, preferring to stay fruitful and enjoyable, loving all of his woman that he kept, in time thou became a prince to most a civilized England long ago, fighting against countless enemies to take the throne in the 16th century, hard fought and many a tale of brave and sacrifices, political battle and duels he matched to gain ranking thru his other fellows, killing off many adversaries in the process, finally reaching the ranking standard of king, but his reign was short lived as he met with Braxis, the two became good friends in time, but what Braxis really wanted was the throne, actually putting his trust in him, Dante fell for his traps and deceptions, late one night taking him to the crypt of his own castle, he put him to sleep with potent drugs that his alchemist made, slipping it within his meals for 20 years before the effects finally came in play, leading a tired Dante to the vaults, he locked him into the marble embrace and that is where things start now?

Dante to most women are a peek of sexual prowess, he has the looks and the abilities, he considers all women a piece of art board in which he can pain his magic’s on, he’s very powerful when it comes to physically and has a dominating personality, which means all his learning and knowing will come from schools that are in that type of range (Sorry lost the book, that’s why I cant name them –frowns-) His physique is chiseled like a god and he possesses some of the same prowess in the love making department, his very charming, with just a look, a weak willed individual is as good as his

 

[StarXChyld]

::sighs in distain::

Yeah, yeah. . .let's all put our hands together for Dante, Mr. Fancy Pants. HA!

Just givin' you a little bump here, luv. Keep your eyes open for AngelofSex. . .she might be joining you shortly.

 

[StarXChyld]

Wake up! Adapt and read the Evening News!


The Manchester Mail


United Press Service 11/22/02
Manchester, England

DESERT STORM VETERAN FOUND SLAIN

Steven Brickmann was found dead late last night on the outskirts of Manchester. Brickmann, a member of the Special Forces for the U.S. Air Force, had traveled to England to deliver the remains of his wife, Tamaria Arafati, to the rightful resting place with her family here in Manchester, where they had recently relocated due the the conflict in the Middle East.

She had been tragically killed in a car accident back in the States. Tamaria’s father, Kareem Arafati, stated that Brickmann had come to his home yesterday afternoon to deliver the remains of his daughter and present him a a sizable check from his daughter’s life insurance policy. “Enough to see my five sons through University”, Mr. Arafati was quoted as saying.

The circumstances of Mr. Brickmann’s death are being withheld pending U.S. Government verification. One source close to the case however, claim that when Brickmann’s body arrived at the Manchester County morgue, the medical staff was shocked to discover that the body had been completely drained of blood. The coroner has refused to comment.

 

[StarXChyld]

The Manchester Mail

The Manchester Mail


United Press Service 11/23/02
Manchester, England

INVESTIGATION IN U.S. SERVICEMAN’S DEATH BEGUN

Manchester’s police sources confirm that a preliminary investigation into the death of U.S. Air Force Officer Steven Brickmann has begun. An autopsy was ordered by police homicide investigator Seth MacMichael. The findings will not be made public for several days according to the sources.

The body of the serviceman was found behind a meat packing plant under some mysterious circumstances. However Investigator MacMichael refused to call it a homicide. “As we know, things happen in Manchester which are strange to some,” MacMichael stated, “but do have completely understandable explanations once the circumstances are made clear”. MacMichael denied that there was any link between the death of the serviceman and recent anti-American demonstrations near the U.S. Embassy. He also refused to comment on whether the U.S. government was planning it’s own investigation. “They can answer such questions themselves.” MacMichael said.

However, U.S. embassy attache Christopher Keefe said that all avenues of investigation would be explored. “We have a U.S. military officer deceased in a foreign land under unexplained circumstances.” said Mr. Keefe. “Such matters would always be reviewed by the appropriate personnel here.” Mr. Keefe also denied any knowledge that the death was tied to any terrorist or anti-Western agents. “Such inquiries constitute unreasonable conjecture at this point in time.” stated Mr. Keefe. “We simply need more information.”

Police sources said that preliminary information suggests that the officer had been socializing in popular Manchester nightclubs prior to his disappearance. It is believed that investigators will be pursuing several leads in the downtown area.

 

[Adapt]

-Yawning as he awoke that night from his chambers, shaking his head slightly as he slipped form the bed his form awakened by a servant who came in, “the news young one” she blushed as her head lowered and nodded, pulling the paper from her pouch, handing it to him as she still let her lashes on her cheeks.

Taking the paper he cocked a brow as he read “Interesting…” he spoke silently as he pulled a robe over his naked body, then sliding his finger to caress his chin, “Seems a Sabbit is at work, but I wouldn’t doubt it if Venture was at work either, but to leave a body out in the middle where it could be found, this is defiantly some ones mess, and a messy one it is” he shook his head slightly as he proceeded to the shower in his newly lavished homestead.

After a moment in the shower he walked back down stairs, his freshly furbished house was grand and beautiful, as he came down, he looked to the head of Braxis mounted on the wall of his fireplace, a grin came over his lips as his servants kneeled where they stood in respect.

Still confused on the murder/killing/bloodsucking, he continued to read the Manchester mail in hopes of finding who or what did this to secretly bring and end to what just happened-

 

[Ecclesiastic Jack]

The woman, if such an insult could be played, was absolutely stunning. She was a bit tall, her red-topped head resting at just about 5'10". Three of those inches were attributed to black stilletoes with a near chrome finish on the heels themselves. Sensitive ankles gave praise to the curves of long, sultry legs. Nude, silken thighs disappearing into the black of her tight silk business skirt, a dimple in the fabric at the apex of her thighs. Hips kissed a bottom so controlled it beckoned in a sensual swish.

Her stomach peeked out just a bit from tight shirt she had chosen to wear, a lacy black explique with a silver finish on the front that matched her stillettoes. Full lips flamed with a crimson lipstick, moist and slightly parted. A slut's lips. Black mascara rimmed cornflower blue eyes, which set slightly recessed in a smooth, clean face. The entire ensemble framed with a halo of red-orange hair.

She walked past the guards with but a glance and a simple command to be let pass. The gentlemen seemed helpless to obey. The rhythmic clicking of her heels as she walked was the slow tempo of a hard fuck on too many drugs or alchohol. The chill in the air that raised her nipples didn't help the image. Nobody minded. She had that kind of presence.

She walked into the main foyer of Dante's abode. The servant there sought to impede her progress, and the vision stopped, the silence loud in the absence of her sultry pace. The red lips smiled, and the eyes sparkled. Her voice, a husky liquor that whispered intimately, and carried a soft rumble, filled the silence neatly.

"The Lord Grey, Primogen of Clan Tremere apologizes for interrupting the efforts of Toreador Primogen's evening. However certain circumstances have failed to be addressed, and Lord Grey wishes the Council to attend for a meeting. He also apologizes for the need to urge Council Member Dante to not delay in response, as timing is ever crucial."

As the servant rushed off to deliver the message, the woman staggered, as if struck, and fell to the floor, quite unconscious.

 

[StarXChyld]

Ambush

The group of Sabbat slipped over the gates, easily overtaking the guards that had stopped their duties long enough to admire the tart of a messenger as she was escorted inside Dante's domain. As soon as the last had been slain, Razor motioned to Saffire from her hiding place behind the trees. Together, they entered the home and while Razor dragged off the wasted body of Simeon's messenger, Saffire assumed her position and waited.

It wasn't long before Dante appeared in the hallway.

Saffire smiled seductively. She was about to put on the performance of her life.

 

[Chantal Marchon]

New in Town

Arriving at her new home that evening on the outskirts of town, Malicca supervised her vast staff in distributing her gowns and furs and personal items as she preferred. She then ordered a bath to be drawn with ocean frgrance and coconut oil to help her unwind from her long plane trip from Las Vegas.

As she finished going over her security measures with her servants, she considered what she was to do with herself for the evening.

How dull, no parties to attend and no shows or lovers tonight. I hate leaving Vegas.

She pouted as she disrobed, noting in the mirror the way her raven black hair fell perfectly into its page boyu cut and framed her pixish face and china doll blue eyes. She wasn't very tall really. That fact had always disturbed her, she envied tall women.

Malicca's slim pert body was dwarfed in her massive bath tub and she considered summoning one of her herd to help her relax for the evening. She was incredibly bored with these kine that she so easily dominated. She wondered what it would be like to have another kindred chase after her and win her and dominate her for a change. She wondered if there was even one strong enough that would be interested in the game.

After all even that is only a game.

 

[Chantal Marchon]

"Renee, I need some vintage Ab, I think." Maliica spoke into her intercom set.

"yes, Mistress." Her faithful ghoul answered immediately. "I will send Hallie right up."

 

[Chantal Marchon]

Hallie entered the bath room and quietly waited for orders from her mistress.

"Take off you dress and join me here." Malicca commanded. Reinforcing her commands with a mental push. "Did you bring the knife?"

"Yes, Mistress." The girl trempled with anticipation.

Malicca took the small jeweled ritual knife that she used on members of her herd. They believed that she simply had a blood fetish and Malicca was able to easily manipulate their minds so that they saw only what she wanted them to.

She carefully cut into the girl's shoulder as she cradled Hallie against her body and sucked gently.

The girl loved being used as a donor, as it was referred to in blood fetish circles, she was turned on by the erotic tug of blood being drawn from her body.

Malicca carefully teased the mind of her prey. Heightening the sensuality, slowly turning up her arousal like it was on a volume control knob. Hallie writhed and moaned, her nipples hardening into sharp points. Her clit throbbed in anticipation, waiting, just one touch would send her into ecstacy.

"Touch yourself. Let me see you play with that sweet little clit."

Hallie needed no further encouragement. She slid her hands into her soft pussy, using one had to spread open her shaved lips, she began to masturbate.

Malicca gave another mental push, causing little orgasms to rush through the girl. Hallie. quickly rubbed her clit, pressing hard and slid another finger into her wet hole. The water of the bath lapped around them making soft waves.

With a final mental push, Malicca increased the heat and energy of the girls pleasure recptors sending her into orgasm that left her drained and faint.

 

[Chantal Marchon]

Carefully, positioning the girl in the tub so that her head wouldn't fall in the water, Malicca got out and wrapped a towel around her graceful body. Skin flushed and eyes gleamed, she felt totally refreshed and ready to do something.

"Renee, please find me a nice place to go out and play this evening. Oh, and Renee, have Brent come up and take Hallie to her room." She released the intercom button and went to her walk in closet to decide what to wear.

 

[Adapt]

Please bear with me

OOC: Ok, I know I havent been on for a while, Had things to do and now I am trying to find a job and all, so, if you guys (and gals) could please bear with me, I will post here soon, most likely tonight when I return from my job hunt, and then I will indulge in everyones passion ^_^ -insert evil laugh here-

 

[Lady_Kit]

Natalia

The large black car sped through the early evening. It occupants quietly discussing the nights activities.

"Highness, I am told that Primogen Dante is not in residence at the moment, although no one seems to be able or willing to tell me where he might be. I am informed that Malicca Mocker has arrived in the city. Would you care to visit her instead?" Tomas asked with quiet respect.

Leave word for Dante that he is to contact me immediately on his return, I will deal with him later. It is good that they shared the information about Malicca, even though we already knew. Phone ahead and let her secretary know that we'll be paying her a visit tonight. It will be nice to be distracted, and Malicca is always a pleasant diversion. Ask also that a meal be prepared, I have not fed since arriving in Manchester, and I find I have a taste for English fare tonight.

Natalia did not ususally demand the level of hospitality that included blood, but she had no time to hunt, and did not want to exhaust her own staff. It was never wise to leave onself without resouces. If things went badly before she returned to the safety of Clan Ventrue, she would need all the strength her staffs blood would give. She'd hate to drain them, but would do so if her own safety required it, until then, she would dine from anothers larder.

She did look forward to a visit with Malicca. The woman was as entertaining, as she was beautiful, and Natalia would enjoy both qualities.

 

[Chantal Marchon]

"Mistress? You received a phone call, Prince Natalia is going to be here shortly."

"I see, how very unexpected. I would have thought she was one of those 'have your people call my people' types. "

"She asked that we provide her dinner for the evening."

"Oh, well very good. Renee. How about that little cutey we picked up at the Goth Club in London and maybe the nicely muscled hunk, you know which one."

"How are my guests settling in, by the way?"

"They seem to be doing well, but I think we should send a few of them out to London tomorrow for some entertainment."

"Yes, Renee, I trust you to make all the proper arrangements."

Malicca finally decided to wear the red silk dress with the mandarin collar. Sleeveless, short skirt.

Black stockings with a garter just peeking out and of course patent leather red stiletto heels.

"Mistress, you director called also, he finally found your lead male for your film he will be arriving within the next two days to begin shooting. He didn't say who it was, but it is supposed to be a surprise."

"Hmm, and just when I thought my evening was going to be quite. Shows what I get for thinking. Did you find someplace for me to go this evening?"

"Well, there were a few options, but no really excellent ones, an art gallery opening downtown, a little inn with a dance floor not far from here and if you feel like slumming, a biker bar."

 

[Adapt]

Sorry about being late

-Stumbling back into his house, he looks around, his eyes somewhat glazed as he entered, but totally rejuvenated; sighing softly to himself he continues to walk in, looking around as his hand waves slightly, closing the doors behind him, coughing slightly as looked down, a liquid hitting his hand as he coughed, blood, shaking his head once more, he started upstairs, his nimble frame kept even thru out his ordeal, slipping upstairs, he crept to his room, sliding his clothing off as he stepped to the bathroom, he didn’t care what happened anymore, all he wanted was a warm shower-

 

[Chantal Marchon]

Malicca thought "Why would the Prince want to visit me? Oh, dear, how should I entertain her? Should I serve food? A harp and cello in the corner or a full string quartet? Tea and Crumpets or cake or bisquits or shrimp cocktail? What does one do with a Prince?"

The thoughts whirled around in her mind becoming a confusing mixture. Malicca plopped down onto the floor "tea and crumpets, harps and crumpets, crumpets on harps, crumpets on cake, tea in cellos" RENEE!!!!


Renee ran into the room and helped Malicca sit on a chair. Malicca was still babbling about tea and crumpets served in cellos.

"Mistress, Malicca!" Renee slapped her across the face.

Malicca quit babbling hysterically and Renee held her and rocked back and forth.

"Don't worry about a thing dear, everything will be perfect."

Renee picked up her cell phone and called Malicca's other faithful ghoul assistant, Brent. "Brent, please have the harpist set up in the corner of the drawing room and bring out a tea trolley with champagne, fruit and light cheese."

"There, see it is all taken care of. Nothing to fret over."

Malicca gave Renee a weak smile and started to pull herself together.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Natalia

Natalia climbed from the car and paused briefly to adjust her clothing and smooth her dark hair. As always, she was perfectly groomed, her clothes fit her well, and showed off her figure to advantage. Her hair hung loose over her shoulders, framing her pale, unlined face. Tonight she wore a dark two-piece Armani suit over a blood red blouse. The cut of the clothing and her exotic appearance may have caused the the fanciful to imagine that she looked the part of a vampire. Most who looked, saw only a beautiful well-dressed woman, which was just what she wanted them to see.

She smiled at Tomas as he hurried up the stairs to announce her. He had been with her for decades and took her status as Prince very seriously. No one was ever allowed to forget who she was when Tomas was present. The door opened at the first knock. A young woman greeted her respectfully and escorted her into a tastefully decorated drawing room. She offered Natalia a seat and then hurried off to summon her mistress.

 

[Chantal Marchon]

Malicca entered the drawing room followed by a young man and woman.

There was no hint of her earlier bout of hysterics.


"Greetings Prince Natalia. So nice to meet with you. and How can I be of service to you?" Malicca Carefully set on a chair facing the Prince. and gestured for the two young people to sit on the floor at the Prince's feet. "Please partake of my hospitatlity as you would like Prince." Malicca casually gestured at the two on the floor.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Natalia

She watched Malicca enter the room and was struck, as always by the beauty of the woman. Maliccas sire had chosen well when he decided to make her one of the Kindred. It was too bad that the woman could be as unstable as she was attractive.

No need to be so formal Malicca. This is a social call. You left me a message when you arrived and you mentioned the Paris shows. Do you remember? I simply thought that I might stop by and catch up. It isn't often that I can talk Versace, Dior, and Armani with anyone.

Natalia could see the confusion in Maliccas eyes, and hoped that her impulsive visit was not going to prove more problem than pleasure. She patted the cusion on the sofa and smiled, but added a bit of command to her tone when she spoke. She recalled that at times domination worked better with Malicca than coercion, she also recalled that the domination of other woman could be quite pleasureable.

Come, sit beside me and tell me what you've been doing lately.

 

[Adapt]

-He cocked a brow for a moment, he had heard others down stairs, but this was his house, or so he thought, the key fit, he grew more confused as he slipped from his shower, his form dripping with water, was there something he missed, someone he invited to the house, was it even his, he shook his head once more as a foot touched upon the carpet and towel softly, looking about with a questioning gaze, grabbing the towel from the side of the rack and slinging it over his lower form and tying it.

Approaching the stairs he slowly walked down, hearing more to a conversation as he walked down, his blood running quickly to return him to his original beauty, sharing no tone to the state he was earlier, his head shifted from one side to the other, a large cracking sound rang as he rested his strained back, soon his form appeared to the ladies below, Prince and Malicca’s.

His form was most awe inspiring, after that meal in the ally, his figure was cut and clean, large fields of undaunted muscles decorated his landscape of a body, the perfection of male physique stepped from the shadows as he stepped from the last step, his chest was barreled, his back and shoulders were broad and his arms were equally as impressive, the towel came down past his knee caps, his form gleamed with droplets of what seemed to be crystals, such was the trickery of water, streams of drying water continued down his form, ending and dissolving at the towels start.

Blinking once, his hand slipping to his eye and rubbing softly, then tilting his head to the side slightly as his eyes adjust to the shadows, looking to the two ladies, “Good evening ladies” he didn’t bother to put things in place-

 

[Chantal Marchon]

Malicca had just been telling Natalia about a wonderful glass artist she was sponsoring in New York and a little about her latest film and her mystery leading man when an absolutely gorgeous hunk walked into the room wearing nothing but a towel.

Malicca was so surprised she stopped midword with her mouth hanging open.

"Ummm, Hello"

No she definitely was not having a quiet evening.

'Yummy.' Her eyes lit up with interest.

 

[Chantal Marchon]

"I don't remember bringing him with me. I am sure I would remember that. Did he come in with you Natalia?" she whispered to Natalia sounding like a giddy school girl.

 

[Adapt]

-He cocked an eye brow as he view the two, smiling softly, the perfection of a smile carved onto his lips as he looked at them, taking small steps over to them, and finally coming to a halt close to Malicca, the scent of a fresh coat of the purest of lotions was covering him, a gentle mix of babies lotions, rose and lavender, he liked his skin to be smooth and that it was, taken from the heavens themselves, some of the purist skin was his.

Looking down to Malicca he once more smiled the almost sweet yet devilishly handsome grin, his hand raising to Malicca’s chin, a sweet caress meeting her thru his silken bliss bitten touch, then looking to Prince, defiantly recognizing her, he bowed his head slightly, gazing down in a light of respect then pulling up, his light sapphire eyes glazed slightly and sparkled with the hint of lust in his eyes.

Pulling his hand from Malicca’s chin he spoke in a most heavenly tone “Good to meet you Ladies, but I really must be getting something to drink, I am quite thirsty” he grinned as he pulled from the two and headed towards the kitchen, his tight buttock cheeks could be seen thru the towel quite nicely, his long defiant legs also broke the silhouette, then his hand slipped to remove the towel in tease as he entered the kitchen, but sadly robbing them of there view quickly as he enter the kitchen-

 

[Lady_Kit]

Natalia

Natalia watches as the missing Primogen of Clan Toreador strolls into the room. His acknowledgement of her status is just this side of mocking, but she knows that in his case it is not personal.

That is Dante, your Primogen, Darling. Don't you recall meeting him before?

She watches for some sign of recognition in Maliccas eyes. The only things Natalia can detect are lust, and a determination to pursue the delightful male form that passed from the room.