Her lover and friend, her teacher and the one who had shown her how to live in this world had been a very wealthy aristocrat at the time when he had been turned and he hadn’t been cheap with her by any means, after all she was a bit like the apple of his eye… His favorite student and lover for decades as there was very little they didn’t try and in turn it gave her a unique chance to have a personal insight into the things that made the mind tick and how they expressed themselves in various situations. With the fortune he had bestowed on her she chose to invest it rather than hoard it, after all money would not multiply itself sitting in a chest somewhere, it had it be used if it was going to be of any use. So she invested and wisely so, in things like the lightbulb and alternating currents, in telephones and railroads… She bought up property in Europe that was the location of some of the most exclusive and expensive wines to grace any table. The made sure to invest in the medical field as well as the medicinal so it wouldn’t be hard to say that she was… Spending her eternity wisely. Of course a large chunk of her money was tied up in bonds and investments but she made enough money on the interest that she lived quite comfortably. She worked? For the pleasure of it. For the knowledge. For the chance to learn and see something new… To be a part of the unknown.
“Well Butterscotch I have to say this is much nicer than our little apartment now isn’t it?” Her first place had been grabbed up rather haphazardly when she had flown in in Geneva and she was still in something of a snit for having to come in the first place. She HATED America it was so… So… Nuevo Riche… So Blasé! Rude and uncultured with everything about sex and scandal and politics. It was… Disgusting. Yet after she had given it a chance she found the icy waters of the Pacific to be absolutely divine compared to the warmer waters she was used to. It was crisp and refreshing. Delicious. The smells and sounds were enough to keep her senses fully entrenched and when she realized there was a thriving mental complex here? Oh how could she say no? She had then chosen to dive head first into the field and look about till she found the place to spend the next twenty years or so… After all humans age and she could only make her own appearance age so much…
Now that she was with Angela though? She had no reason to leave and felt it was much wiser to buy a house so she could work on ghouling other therapy dogs and see if perhaps it could be done with cats… Or if it even should. There was a part of the feline psychi that was still feral so ghouling them could result in a lifetime companion yes but one that might have far more predatory than would be helpful for her needs. As such? She was taking her sweet little corgi for a walk around her new neighborhood as she was looking on her phone for places that sold plasma screens without actual frames. She needed them for a specific purpose, to mimic the exterior view outside through her windows as well as to block out all natural sunlight to keep herself and any company safe. For now? That was becoming extremely difficult because she couldn’t for the life of her even begin to understand or explain what she was looking for or where to start looking FOR it. It wasn’t TOO complex and her new house was of the more hard lined modern style so that the windows weren’t as many as might have been found in some of the older ones. She didn’t want to have curtains closed all the time, it always looked so suspicious to the kine neighbors, she also missed the way sunlight looked… The way it shone on flowers… The bright reflection of water…
Sure she could take photos and watch videos but it just… Wasn’t the same. She wanted to be able to be in her house and look outside to the beautiful landscaped yard and the ocean front just before her… To see the whales coming through and the barks of sea lions… The screech of seagulls wheeling overhead. Until she could make what she wanted? She would just have to keep the shutters closed and pull the automatic blinds and stay in a darkened, sun proof room. It was always just… Such a pain… If she was going to be here then she would have it all done up just how she wanted. In the interim she logged onto Crags List and in the help wanted area posted a Help Wanted Ad. “Looking for skilled technician to install double sided LED screens over large surfaces. Must be viable for connection to security systems and life feed camera recordings. Solar powered preferred for the sake of external battery in event of power outage. PRIVACY IS A MUST. Technician must be prepared to sign documentation ensuring the privacy and protection of both parties. Previous Experience Preferred. Starting pay: Five Figures. Possible bonuses for exemplary work and option for future employment.”
Once she clicked submit she would focus on the walk on hand while the movers handled all the dirty work for her. She might be undead but she wasn’t strong or particularly stamina happy so there was no way in hell she was doing that herself. Besides they had to pick up more stuff from the airport that she had flown in from Paris, Genoa, St. Peters and other places she had stayed at and kept various collections within storage units. At least she was paying them well to work hard and not break her things.
Another fifteen minute walk and they were at a local dog park where she let Butterscotch off the leash to go run and play with the other dogs in the area, she herself dressed in what she had worn for a rather interesting meet up some time before twilight, the realtor was human after all so she had to keep to his hours as much as possible, her outfit of choice? Was chic, modern and powerful yet it was so incredibly feminine the poor man could barely keep himself from getting insanely… Pressed… It was somewhat amusing and a bit of a balm to her soul to know that she was still desirable for all that she was so often seen as… Scary… When her particular degree was revealed. Now she could have changed but that would mean wasting the last few moments when the sun had set but the sky was still colorful, a rare and beautiful occurrence that happened in California that she was quickly falling in love with. “Go play Butterscotch, I’m going to sit on the bench, and please… Don’t roll in anything weird…” She said as she gave him a very specific look but… Well she couldn’t really blame him if there was a female in heat near by… He was still an animal after all…
Sitting on the bench with a personal mug beside her, insulated with a flip up straw that she had her lips wrapped around, perfect white teeth gripping it as her tongue pressed against it in thought… A soft mix of old time music drifting from her phone as she scrolled through the internet desperate to find a way to achieve what she wanted to get done.
Bryce Keller
July 26 2020
6:08pm
The night had been dark indeed. A 3% decline in materials in China led to a .09% drop in the stock price of his company by the time of the closing bell earlier today. Bryce Keller shut off the stock ticker and just as he was about to put his phone away it rang. Louis, his trusted Vice President. “Louis.” He said by way of greeting. “Have you seen the stock?” Bryce let out a breath. This was trying his patience. “Yes I have.” “Then what is it? We have investors who are getting anxious Bryce. I can’t hold them off forever. If you have a plan-” Bryce’s tone went as soft as silk. “How fortunate I am, to have you around to lecture me.” There was a pause from the other end of the phone. Louis’ tone was a lot more calm and great deal less confrontational. “I... I overstepped and I’m sorry Bryce...Mister Keller. I will round them up and explain that you have everything in hand.”
There was a time Bryce would have been far kinder, perhaps even shown concern in his voice as well. But that was a long time ago. Bryce has been a simple shopkeeper and wasn’t even known by the name. He was Lucien Ardelan living in the foothills of the Carpathian Mountains in Romania. But times were different then, at 21 Bryce was well into his adult years. His father Vasile Ardelan had worked to establish a shop as a merchant of furs and whatever other goods he could sell. His mother Cristina was a housewife, keeping the home affairs settled while Vasile brought in the money. Vasile took ill and while he recovered Lucien stepped in to manage the shop. Under Lucien’s watch the shop narrowed its focus, focusing more and more on what sold like furs and trapping supplies while shedding the things that did not with lower prices such as trinkets and baubles.
At first the shop lost money, Cristina and Vasile began to fear their son did not have the business acumen of his father. But then the investments and cost cutting increased the bottom line. The drafty cottage they had was replaced with a well furnished manor. Vasile now fully recovered focused on time with his wife and their daughter while Lucien managed the shop and moved it to the city of Cluj. It was there that he met her
She was a bitch, a liar, and a damn good businesswoman. Above all else, she was his maker. His sire. Jordis. Jordis of the Danes. That was all he ever knew of her. Her name and that she came from the Norse peoples. He quickly shook the intrusive memory away. He took a breath and found himself walking into a park. The sun was just below the horizon though the cover of the trees bathed the...what was this? A dog park? He looked at some of the people still with their dogs while others walked by him. He thought to a time when he had a wolf cub back in Romania. The animal had no reason at all to trust Lucien, and yet it did. Perhaps it was because it grew up with him. There were a number of reasons why it did and why it didn’t have to. But that was the first time Lucien understood control.
Nothing was ever really under control. At best, things could be guided. A leader had to anticipate needs. He had to know who just needed an encouragement to do better, who needed a strong coaching, and who needed a foot up their ass. And the leader also had to know how far he could push someone or something. That thought made his look down at his left hand. As a youth he’d had a scar from the wolf when he’d gotten too close to its food. Yes, the scar was still there. Tiny, nearly gone, but now perfectly preserved by his vampiric nature. Now that lesson and the memory would remain for always. Lessons could fade, but only if you let them. The scar was now proof of that.
Bryce looked up when he heard some barking. There was a smaller sized dog, a little longer in body. A corgi. And it was looking at him.thats when Bryce sensed it. There was another vampire within the vicinity. Meeting with other kindred could go well or they could go poorly. Much like employees themselves. There were only two categories. Assets or Liabilities. Useful or unreliable. It was a lesson his sire and mentor had instilled in him. Assets were useful. They could be manipulated into producing. People in his life either produced, or found themselves in the liability category. Those under that title could not last long.
”You must take care Lille Lineal, liabilities can only become detrimental. That was what she always called him. Lille Lineal. Little Ruler. Lucien has never considered himself such a thing. But that was the next lesson. Business owned, is business ruled. Lucien had to see himself as a ruler always. Lest he find himself in the category of liability himself. Again Bryce waved the memories away. Jordis was gone now, perhaps alive, perhaps dead. He simply did not know. She had been an asset during their time together. If they were to meet again, perhaps she still would be.
The scent of this other vampire was not Jordis. Far more powerful memories would have stirred. Bryce watched as the dog looked back at a blonde woman sitting on a park bench. There was old time music Bryce hadn’t heard in years. Perhaps she was an old soul. A funny term because she was certainly the kindred presence he had sensed. The elder vampire walked over and sat at the opposite end of the park bench. “I didn’t expect to find myself here. Now I find myself missing a dog I had long ago.”
Amorette Cadière
July 27 2020
4:40am
Butterscotch was perhaps more familiar with Vampires than he was with humans given his owner was one and had trained him specifically for the therapy of Kindred and even some Garou who had responded well to the presence of her dog… And Really? Who wouldn’t? Corgies were smart and energetic by nature, slightly mischievous and very playful and their over all appearance only added to their appeal, I mean literally front of back? A corgi is cute as hell. Period. It was however rare for him to bark at anyone, sounds like that could be extremely unsettling or even detrimental to the progress of a patient so for him to be making any sound at all? It was his was of getting her attention to something. He was, after all, trained to get the attention of someone should there be an issue with the person in their care. A fall, a seizure, stroke or heart attack… He even knew how to give chest compressions though the effectiveness of such a small dog was… Questionable… A for effort though, right?
A simple sharp whistle from her though had that barking stopped in an instant and Butterscotch turned around neat as you please and walked that fluffy heart shaped butt right on back to his owner where he would lay down by her feet and happily pant in the night air that was slowly cooling and watched the other dogs play. Easily she resumed the search on her phone as that gentle big band music played softly, some of which she even hummed along with as she knew several of the songs by heart, a bit of a romantic she found herself missing those years… Back when men wore suits daily with flashing cufflinks and leather oxfords… Women were beautiful and elegant with their hair done up and their make up flawless… It was all romance in the pre-war era and she had found herself enamored with the music and the general feel of that era… Especially Ella Fitzgerald, oh, she loved that womans music and often sang along when she was alone.
Now, being a younger vampire, she was sort of… In the middle in regards to sensing people. Normally she had her senses stretched out to pick up on one in case it was dangerous because, yeah, Tremere weren’t exactly what people wanted around them and were often bullied or outright chased out of town. However in the moment she was lost in her thoughts and the music so she didn’t realize he was drawing near? Until he was pretty much sitting on the same bench. Flight or fight kicked in for a brief moment before she snorted at her own stupidity. Fight? Really? Against what? His shadow? Let’s be honest here! She could barely fight her way out of a paper bad! She wasn’t the physical fighter but the mental one. She knew how to defeat the illness of the mind but she’d know tits about the physical aspect of self defense. All she’d do?
Was make the attacker laugh.
Many and most of her concerns though fled with the light when he spoke. Yeah, someone who wanted her dead or kicked out of town wouldn’t be sitting there striking up a conversation with her, especially about a departed pet. “Life does that to you though, when you let it, that is… It’s a part of us that is still human for all we’ve evolved past it… The random stroll and the memory of times we once had… It’s a bit like dark chocolate… Bittersweet yet wholesome.” She partook of many of those little human moments because it was what kept her grounded. She did things like sit under heat lamps and fake tanning lotion at times to give herself a warmer, healthy glow, sat in coffee shops and enjoyed the aroma of various things and the general flow of life around her… Stayed up to date with technology and some of the political and romantic going ons in the human world… It honestly made her happy and that? Was pretty precious when you consider just how many of the Kindred suffer from depression and remorse. Worse still is that medication is not an option so it takes double down hard work unless the one you work with doesn’t mind feeding off of a human with the same disorder to get the medical fix… Which of course came with the risk of addiction and withdrawls if they lost it… Obviously a gamble in either sense.
“I am sorry about your departed companion though… As I recall there is an adoption shelter that is doing a large fund raiser tomorrow. There will be quite a lot of dogs up for grabs if you are looking for another? I’m going to see if I can’t find a Newfoundland. They’re a larger breed and incredibly loving and smart. Very patient. Not everyone likes a small breed like Butterscotch here.” She said with a smile that was as warm and the spring sun in May. Even more beautiful than her smile was her voice, a dusky French accented thing of beauty, like dark chocolate wrapped up in cognac it had the ability to wind about the senses and get one drunk on the sound of her. For all she was a vampire she looked incredibly human, her skin was warm and bore a beautiful cream and tea rose completion, naturally blond curly hair shone with that perfect gloss… Even her nails were painted in a beautiful ombre of cream and gold. If anyone had the Masquerade down? It was this girl. “Butterscotch, say hello.” The words were a gentle command but even so? The dog sat up instantly and trotted over to the gentleman beside her, sat up on his hind legs and waved a single paw at him in what could only been seen as overwhelmingly cute and incredibly well trained. “Good job. You may go play now.” She said and like that he was off in a flash to join the ball game some of the other dogs were involved in.
“I’m Amorette, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr?...” Her words trailed off as she waited for him to introduce himself, her hand held out delicately for him to take, manners were manners after all. [/i]
Bryce Keller
July 27 2020
7:52pm
Bryce found himself chuckling despite himself. Her style of music, her rich French accent and even her mention of dark chocolate. Odd, for he had seen the packages of such things but had never tasted it. If her words were to be believed it sounded like a delicacy. If she had tasted such a thing, then she was a young vampire indeed. All the more surprising then just how well she had the Masquerade understood. Her skin tone, her fingernails, and all of it could make her pass for an actual human. The cup beside her though, that was of interest. He knew that cup was filled with either one of two things - air or blood. It was not a transparent cup either so the contents would be a mystery. Nor would he have expected such a thing. It was apparent, even by her words that she was quite intelligent.
“So you have...tasted such a thing as dark chocolate? You must be a young one. By the time chocolate even made it to my home country, I was already far past being able to partake of it.” He watched as she spoke a command to her dog, Butterscotch? That was a interesting name. A bit comedic but nothing compared to what the animal did next. It came over and sat down in front of him then lifted its paw and shook it at him in a not-at-all-bad attempt to wave. Bryce’s mouth opened in shock. He had never seen such a thing before. By the time she’d ordered Butterscotch to go and play, Bryce was honestly laughing. It felt strange. When was the last time he had actually laughed? Sure, with clients he had played cordial and given scripted laughs at attempted jokes or whenever the social situation called for it. Same as one could offer a smile when they were not in true good spirits.
This, right now. Seeing that dog wave with his head cocked to the side had elicited a genuine, guttural laugh that continued for nearly a minute. So much so he had to move some of his long brown hair from his face and behind his ear as he looked at the woman. Bryce held up a hand in a plea to let him recover. “Forgive me, it has been a long time since I genuinely laughed. And thank you for the condolence. It was a very long time ago…..Newfoundland? I am favoring a German Shepard as my next dog. Whenever I get around to getting one. And Butterscotch there is...cute. Adorable even.” There was no reaching of hands for a handshake. Among vampires it was a lofty goal. They may not be in such great terms upon their next meeting. He did scoot a little closer to her. “It is a pleasure to make yours as well Amorette. So, tell me about yourself. Do you work? Are you part of a clan?” A dog barked, momentarily drawing his attention. There were three others with Butterscotch running back and forth. “I am the CEO of Boost Games. We develop game engines and then license them out to video game companies. Many see it as a kids hobby but it’s a multi-billion dollar business. So someone besides children are buying.”
Amorette Cadière
July 27 2020
9:08pm
Air was far from delicious or nutritious so that then by process of elimination? Left her with one other option. A trick she had discovered by accident through a conversation with a Malkavian had given her the idea of flavoring blood to suit her tastes and desires so that while the act of consuming blood was still far from what would be considered a normal human action? The flavors of her human years were in rich development and there was something about it that made her heart feel warm and heavy again… A familiar organ beating it’s stucco against her breast as it pushed blood through her veins to give her the flush of life. It was, she felt, these little things that kept one in touch with the parts of them that remain human… Taste and scent trigger memories as much as a photograph if not more so, implementing them into her rather strict diet allowed her to keep herself in touch with the very real memories of a time when she could feel the sun on her skin without fear of death or worse.
“Mmm… Indeed I did… It was brought to my country almost two hundred years before I was born. It was rare of course as only the noble and very wealthy could afford to drink it with breaking their fast we did get a couple of pieces of it during holidays or special occasions… It’s firm at first, almost like a hardened cheese but as it warms in your mouth it begins to melt, trickling along each taste bud like a velveteen caress… It’s slow and decadent the way it caresses your senses, the smell of it almost bitter like almonds and the color like clay and yet it is by very definition the most divine of sensations to indulge… Purely carnal really.” As she spoke her fingers pressed to her lips even as her eyes closed, a saccharine smile on her lips as fingertips as soft as rosebuds caressed their peachy hued plumpness… Down along her chin as she spoke like she were retracing the steps of such a positivity delightful experience, tracing down her long, swan like neck before she opened her eyes with a warm… Almost peaceful sigh. “I am very happy that it is still in use to this day… I can’t eat it anymore but I can still smell it in it’s variations… From the acidic snap of dark cocoa to the almost fatty revelry of white chocolate…” Something he had said though did make her tilt her head as she regarded him in quiet study. “If you would like to try it I do have some libération cramoisie that comes very close to what I recall it tasting as a human.” She said as she offered him her thermos. Others might not share their food source with a stranger but she? Was anything but the sort of turn someone away because they were an unknown vampire. Run? Of course, she liked living, there was still so much more to learn but… Well he was posing no threat to her and she returned kindness with similar warmth.
The attention on Butterscotch did of course make her quite proud. She had spent some time training him to the best of her knowledge as well as ensuring he was ghouled but not so much as to make him violent or unruly. For starters he was amazing, his cute demeanor and harmless appearance made him excellent as a therapy dog, the added fact they were quite the fluffy breed only added to his nearly bottomless charm. The tricks he knew? Were especially good with children but many adults she found also succumbed to the same joy and mirth. As such she didn’t mind his laughter at all, instead she smiled encouragingly as she slid her thermos to him to partake if he wished. It obviously wasn’t poisoned as she herself had been drinking from it so it was just a genuine act of good will towards another. “No forgiveness needed, laughter is just one of the ways we can prove to ourselves we’re still alive after all, and I do enjoy other people’s laughter very much!” Which was Gods truth, she truly loved hearing other people laugh, it always brought a smile to her face and something she cherished with other fond memories. “I love German Shepherds but honestly? Too many people see them as… Not aggressive per sey but imposing. They’re protectors and wonderful family dogs, you really can’t go wrong but for the purpose of therapy I find that fluffier tends to get better results.” Which was true. A german shepard? Looked like it was going to rip your face off. Like Dovermans, Great Danes, Put Bulls, Rottweilers and others? Their breed was from the start for hunting and protection. Asking someone who suffers from ptsd to see such an animal as therapeutic would be… Quite the stretch. “Butterscotch however is small, fluffy, and very cute. He puts people at ease because it would be impossible to think of him as anything other than a ball of fur to pet and love up on.”
For a moment there her hand hung in the air but she returned it to her lap easily. Not everyone is French after all, it’s only normal that her customs from her time weren’t going to be understood just because he stated he was an old soul. Besides, No harm done! Though she wasn’t at all unaware of the fact that while he spoke? He was quickly covering tracks as well.. Turning attention away from himself to gain information about the person before him. “You are a bit of an odd duck, aren’t you?” She said before placing her chin in the palm of her hand as she regarded him through thick blond tipped lashes that showed she wore absolutely zero make up. This woman? Was all natural. “You ask questions so you can open a vein of similar conversation, perhaps on things we share a common interest in, allowing you an opening to flatter the person you are conversing with…Giving a little nibble here and there about yourself but… Not quite enough as you ask of the other.” Curious indeed and yet she found herself enjoying it all the same. Besides, it wasn’t like he wasn’t a tasty eyeful to indulge in, she found humans were starting to fall behind in the appeal race… Or maybe she was just ultra selective? Either way she was NOT complaining about the view… Then again she wasn’t so shallow as to play into his games for the sake of eye candy.
“If I were to say I know who you are according to your company which is the information you gave? Then you will have something to chuff about because it means that another one such as myself is aware of your accolades. If I say I do not? It gives you a chance to go on about your company and what you do versus actually answering my question.” Butterscotch was indeed having quite the good time playing chase with the other dogs and while he was indeed short and stubby? He made up for it with sheer grit and determination and over all? He was just adorable and she loved the bejesus out of that dog. “Which means you are deliberately hiding your name as well as your clan… Which makes me believe that you have been burned and rather badly by giving information away too freely… After all the name you have might not be the name you wear for business purposes. You’re quite cautious which I find curious given that I could not hope to beat not overpower you and that is a simple fact we are both aware of. No matter what my clan might be the difference in our ages is so vast that it would be entirely too easy for you to slaughter me and no one would be the wiser.” A fact they both knew and quite obviously. “What I find even more curious is that you are so eager to defend yourself and your accolades… Your sense of pride and accomplishment… That does narrow the field down… Your handsome enough to be a Toreador but your social graces seem too reserved for such a flamboyant family… A Giovani but if that were the case you never would have spoken to me because I would be far beneath your notice… Or a Ventrue… Which I am leaning more towards simply because of your pride while also maintaining caution. Plus the financial aspect is a little bit of a dead give away too.” There was another smile on her lips and the way she looked at him? Was as if she could discover every secret he had if she was of the mind to do it. “So let me ask again… Your name, Mr.?”
Bryce Keller
July 28 2020
6:54am
Bryce listened as she described the taste and texture of dark chocolate and he had to admit it sounded exquisite. Her speaking of it almost became sexual. The talk of it flowing over each taste bud, it’s caress of the senses… Bryce’s eyes shut at the thought of it. Hearing it spoken with her husky French accent was itself something that caressed his ears. “Carnal? This sounds almost divine Amorette.” Bryce’s eyes opened to watch her fingers trailed from her lips to her chin and finally her slender neck, was she getting turned on? If that was the intention of such a description then it appeared to work. The effect on Bryce however was much more subdued. He was very intrigued by this woman. Unbidden he did feel his imagination stir, picturing Amorette in the throes of bliss. He shut his eyes and the image got stronger until his willpower suppressed such images. He had not engaged in sex in sometime. The 1940’s if he was correct. He and Melanie attended many parties. But times were different the war was over. Soldiers were coming home from fighting and they had their fill of bloodshed, their next priority was sex. And lots of it. That was the start of the baby boomers. He and Melanie had been ravenous. It seemed more tame back then but humans still had sex the same back then as they do now. The spirit within the air back then was to party and have sex. Even the kindred were not immune to such an air. He and Melanie had easily given themselves over to the atmosphere. They had their share of women and blood. When she was gone, Bryce drowned himself in his work and at some point along the way, had forgotten how to live. He turned to see her regarding him. Her question only vaguely on his mind. Something close to it to actually try? “My lady, I would savor such an opportunity.” He looked to see her offer her cup to him and he gladly accepted. The contents of the cup was just blood. So perhaps her offer of the liberation cramoisie was for another time. Still, he took a considerate drink from her cup but did not wish to abuse her offer. “Thank you.” he said as he sat the cup next to her.
Their conversation continued and little by little he found himself drawn in by her sweetness and charm. She spoke about how German Shepherds made for poor therapy dogs and he smiled at her words. “For your works, I would imagine so. My thought for one was to have a daytime protector and companion just as you said. For therapy oh yes, there are much better choices. But perhaps in my case having a German Shepherd as a familiar would be a form of therapy in and of itself for me. It has been a long time since I’ve had such a thing.” Then she spoke of Butterscotch and he offered another smile. “Indeed, I see your dog and I want to pet on him as well, The trick to get him to wave was quite eye catching. I admit I hadn’t thought much of corgies. I am aware the Queen of England has some and they are affiliated with royalty.” His eyes went back to her dog bounding along with his stubby legs, pure energy and loving his play. “But you have a treasure in Butterscotch. I doubt there are many that would immune to his charm.” The conversation continued until she countered him with calling him an odd duck.
Bryce’s attention snapped to her. What had been a pleasant chat with the woman then turned very analytical, very quickly. It was not at all malicious, no he detected no animosity at all. She was speaking her mind, an admirable quality as too many women in society had been taught to be meek and not say what was on their minds. Amorette spoke fearlessly and boldly. She had already acknowledged that she was no fighter. But intellectually, she was a champion who pulled no punches. Indeed, Bryce hadn’t even realized he had done such things but it took very little insight to see that she had struck true with her analysis. Then she spoke of how he planned for the conversation to go when he mentioned his company. That was when he spoke again. “Mademoiselle,” he spoke in her native tongue knowing it would catch her off guard. His dialect had been full as well. Not that of some American bumbling along with a foreign word they thought would make them seem well educated. It was spoken as if French had been a tongue he viewed as a trusted friend. “You speak with full authority in all but this, indeed, I do word my questions in such ways that those spoken to offer more than I myself do. But since we are past trivial pleasantries and engaging in analytical conversation, allow me to point out where you have mistepped. In speaking of my company and accolades, you have a point in that it is a source of pride for me. But your analysis falls short in this: Video games are seen as a childish thing, often vilified by other forms of media and used by politicians as a convenient scapegoat for the violence of humanity. But we are past such pretenses are we not? I spoke because I was not aware up until now if you were so enlightened or not. I often must be subdued in conversation of my company. Had you been one of the sheep that discounts my field as childish play at best and a dangerous pastime at worst then yes, indeed I would have left with you knowing very little else about me. I have very little patience for those who cannot think for themselves. And while you again fell short in your next example, it was only slightly. Yes, I would have had the opportunity to crow about what I do. However I would not have done such a thing.” His tone was not commanding, nor was it even challenging or threatening. It was very casual. Indeed, the tone no more threatening than one used when speaking about the weather.
“You see, it is rare that I find someone who can speak as well as you. I find that very admirable and yes, even quite appealing. I admire anyone who can speak as well as you and get to the heart of the matter. A conversation that makes one actually think is a special find. Your next deduction is all too true. One need not be a strong fighter to still be a winner. If this conversation were a fencing match, your points would have struck at weak points in my suit, my physical strength be damned. Yes, my name and clan is not something I speak easily about. A lesson learned from being burned and from years among the kindred who scoffed at my chosen profession. Verbal defenses are usually primed well before I speak of what I do. Social stigmas are not just the realm of humans, among kindred it’s nearly an art. I have been mistaken for a Toreador and while I do appreciate art, my work is my art after all, no. I am not of the Roses. A Giovanni would be a resounding mistake but you struck truth with the idea of me being a Ventrue.”
There was a small moment of silence, their attention caught up by the other and she small smile upon her lips was returned with one of his own. Indeed, they seemed to have met kindred spirits if not in clan. She spoke very well and he believed he had done the same. He would be foolish to underestimate this woman, he was sure that given half a chance she would have him speaking of every wrong he had suffered. “Given how well you speak and analyze what is both said and not said, you are a marvelous therapist. My name is Bryce. Bryce Keller. And yes, it’s a far more modern name I use than the one I was given at birth - Lucien Ardelan. And it is a real pleasure to meet you.”
Amorette Cadière
July 28 2020
10:51am
Some people are born sensual, others learn it over time through observation and practice, then some are just never gifted with it what so ever. Like all things in life it came and went to varying degrees according to each individual. She was born sensual down to her toes, a Parisian woman with beauty and brains was lethal enough but she also had just a l'amour de la vie that permiated everything about her, personnalité séduisante was putting it in a nutshell even though she was so much more than that. She lived vivaciously, in the moment around her and in her memories of the time she had been alive, the vivid recall of such times was always a source of joy for her… A way to feel alive. She could let herself devolve into a monster as was the possibly inevitable fate of their kind… Or she could keep it at bay for as long as possible by simply enjoying what it meant to be human… To live to the very fullest and enjoy each sensation as it came. The touches to her own skin were in memory of that chocolate, the first time she had tried it and the way it became a sort of revelation of flavors to her, decadently sweet and temptingly sinful. “Oh it most assuredly is as close as one can get while alive.” Some would have said that about sex but her overall experience of the act? Was… Basic. Her teacher enjoyed her body more than she had enjoyed his and her husband when she had been alive was a rutting pig with only a little sausage and heavy hands… After she began to work as a therapist? She occasionally slept with her partners as a part of therapy, some of them struggled with incontinence and it was a way to assist them in overcoming it, but those moments? Were just work for her.
Sex?
Meh.
The cup she offered him held blood but it wasn’t quite what he might expect. The French she used was entirely slag since saying ‘have some blood’ sounded weird no matter how you put it and so she found more tasteful ways of getting around such an unpleasant mouthful, choosing elegance over the more basic options. “It will be interesting to know what you think of it given it will be your first time. Such experiences are to be savored… Reveled in…” The first sip of the blood he would take? Was warm and thick, for a brief moment there was the taste of blood, healthy and undeluded… Then slowly it morphed into something else, trickling along his tongue like sparklers on the fourth of July they danced across his senses, drugging him with the rich complexity that was chocolate. It was as decadent as it was divine, the way it seemed to blossom across his taste buds so it revealed the depth of flavor that comes with such a thing, the richness of it alone was almost enough to get drunk on… The slight bitter tang of acidity… The way it heightened and complimented the sweetness to such levels that made it nearly divine… It was only natural he wouldn’t understand it at first, after all it was magic so it wasn’t as though it would react to every person the same, indeed his age alone might have accounted for the delay between the taste of blood and the way it morphed into rick dark chocolate. “Just give it a moment… It is a trial run after all. Not everything is as it seems on the first glance.” Oh the way she said it was mysterious too, like a verbal rendition of the mona lisa’s smile almost, then again everything about her gave off that slightly mythical air when she spoke… Secrets within secrets…
“Do you need one? A protector, that is?” She knew things were a bit rough in her own clan because of what was going on but that didn’t mean that everyone was unsafe? Honestly most clans were safe within their sects and the city itself seemed… Somewhat stable… Not like some of the other places she had seen that were falling apart at the seams. His words gave her a brief pause as she pondered it over and some of the inner workings that might be going on. Intellectually? She was always on. She wanted to find solutions to everything in this world because to her? Nothing was more enjoyable than delving into the mysteries that lay within the mind and therefor in the world itself. “Parton the intrusive question but I find with technology and the advancements they have made I find the need to ‘hide’ or be guarded quite… Different? “ there was obviously so much thought going on behind her eyes, not that it was bothersome to her but rather because she found it all too interesting, to see the world from his view for a moment. “Self driving cars to make it appear as though you work hours just like anyone else… Home defense systems that are quite advances and incredibly useful.” Even if he feared they might be tampered with due to an outage it wasn’t like there was a shortage of generators. Something clicked for her then though and she realized exactly why he wanted a ghouled dog and it had nothing at all to do with safety. “Ah… Never mind… I see why you want one now.” Oh the smile on her lips then… Part cheribuc innocence and part mischief maker and all around far too charming for anyone’s well being.
Reaching into her bag she pulled out one of her business cards and wrote on the back of it the name, location, time and phone number of the adoption agency for the dogs she had been speaking about. Why this one? Because it was one of the few that took place into the night and therefor was available to them. It was the same place she had gotten Butterscotch from and she stood by them and their desire to try and see a home for all animals, purebred or not. What this man needed? Was to no longer feel alone. However he didn’t want anything that might ask questions or pry, he didn’t want to be beholden or obligated for conversations or interactions, he simply wanted the presence of another creature that offered support and friendship This man was limited in the range of affection he could show and she was picking this up bit by bit with what he said and how he moved… The pitch of his voice or the vocalities he used… Indeed she watched him closer still through those thick, long eye lashes of hers as she began her typical study of someone she found interesting , picking apart his behavior to get at the meat of him as a person. “Well they are more affiliated with fairies than the Queen though she does own some which of course just goes to show her intelligence.” She said with a smile as she watched Butterscotch live life to the fullest. “They’re often mistaken as just being lap dogs but they’re actually the 11th smartest dog breed. They’re also incredibly good herders of cattle despite their short size. They’re much more than a cute face but I admit it is so hard to imagine a cuter dog breed. Their fluffy little heart bottoms are just too much!” She said with a slight pitch to her voice that was as excited bubble of sound because yes! Their butts literally were like some of the cutest things EVER. “I didn’t realize how much I missed the presence of another body around me until I took him in. He is a cuddle bug and I find that incredibly endearing.”
She had started to ramble a bit but it was with the intent on having this man drop his guard and it worked beautifully. Because of that he revealed a few things about himself that perhaps he hadn’t realized and of course that was when the real game began. Oh… Oh he was quick wasn’t he? She felt her blood thicken in pleasure in her veins at the upcoming conversation because this? Was a chance to learn something new. “Mme, actually Monsieur, I am a widow.” Though technically it was because she had killed herself before her husband had died but… That was an odd set of intricacies she didn’t totally comprehend herself. No answer to be found, so to speak, since technically he was the widower and she… Well she, the corpse. His French however was quite delicious and she enjoyed it immeasurably as she let the thick, sweet accent roll over her like honey and again she let her mind wander places it shouldn’t, specifically about how their hair would look tangled together in the heat of things far more intense than his French speaking. Honestly he was a rare gem and such an unexpected find that she couldn’t quite decide if she wanted to work with him or seduce him… Or hell, let him seduce her… Good Gods she couldn’t remember if anyone even had tried to seduce her… Probably not though considering she unsettled people with her deductions and many men didn’t enjoy being laid bare like that… Though the fact he thought to correct her caused her knees to draw in a bit tighter as she adjusted herself just a bit on the seat there. “Video games are a simple representation of a language of numbers and letters in the form of Code. Coding makes up the very foundation of anything soft-ware related. Nasa’s rockets? Coding. U.S Missiles? Coding. The very programs we use on our phones like ShareIt or Marketplace? Are ALL coding. Even these new movies that are done in 3D are all just more coding.” She said with a gentle wave of her hand as if dismissing his idea that video games were nothing more than childish pass times and something to be looked down upon. “It is a fact that adults are the ones who buy and play a majority of video games. This is true across all platforms but especially computer games. WoW alone brings in a million players and when you multiply that by the cost of a monthly subscription? Anyone who thinks video games are childish obviously lacks the sense God gave a Goat. Five minutes on Wikipedia can easily prove that it is anything BUT a pointless pass time.” She knew this off of the top of her head. Now, how many women in general could tell him that? On top of that fact how many could back it up with facts? “Why humble yourself? What you do is a language that crosses all platforms and Transends all boundaries. Coding might as well be the language man spoke before the tower of Babble. What you do? Is a world wide necessity. Period. Don’t drop yourself to their level of understanding. Educate them. A mind is a sin to waste, and you would do well for yourself and others to stretch their grey matter in a new direction. People won’t ever grow otherwise.”
It wouldn’t be long until Butterscotch got tired and worn out entirely and it would be time to go back to their new house and settle in for the night and get things ready for the next day. Normally she enjoyed the day today grind so to speak but this was the first time she had ever had such a conversation with a male and he made her heart pound deliciously in her chest as the humanity in her remembered the thrill of the unknown an the enjoyable… He was, for her, a piece of living chocolate that she wanted to savor for as long as she possibly could. Gods what she wouldn’t do to take this one home with her and spend her tow weeks off just dissecting him like breaking off pieces of a chunk of chocolate to let them melt on her tongue, one by one, her whole body tingling with need that she kept at bay simply through will power. “Regardless you are incredibly fascinating.” She said on a breathy sigh that sounded like it belonged in a bedroom rather than a park bench. Oh yes… He was something else alright… Beauty and brains with a traumatic past that she wanted to uncover and help him heal… Mmmmph… A dangerously decadent mix that was going to get her into far too much trouble… “That aside you are in good company… None is more scorned than my house I assure you. I am a Tremere and next to the nosferatu we are likely the most reviled simply because we are… Different.” Oh yes, she definitely understood what it meant to be treated like an outcast among the other Clans, to be looked down on just because she was different. Even the Giovani with their incest and necromancy ways were more accepted than the Tremere. It was something of a slap to the face but… What could you do? Hagiarchy prevails through the living and the undead alike.
The compliment he gave was returned with a bow of her head to him and once again presented her hand. “I am a therapist who specializes in helping my fellow Kindred and Kine alike to heal from their traumas and live the best life possible. My name is Mrs. Amorette Cadiere. Now, in my time? When a lady presents her hand to a man she if offering a cordial extension of companionship. We do not… Shake… hands. That’s a very American thing.” She said with a warm laugh that was sweet as honey and had the ability to trickle along his skin and into his mind where it lingered and teased the senses. “It is a pleasure to meet you Bryce Keller du Lucian Ardelan.” She’d wait for him to kiss her knuckles as was appropriate before she’d leave the thermos of blood for him as well as handing him her business card. “Meet me tomorrow at the dog fair and I will be happy to help you with the paperwork and such that comes with obtaining a new pet. The information is there on the back. If you are interested in a therapist give me a call. Everything is of course confidential.” She said before she stood up and damn did she ever have legs for days in that almost too short suit skirt and high heels that looked too thin to hold up a cheese wedge let alone a woman. Turning her back to him was when he’d get the eyeful though. She might not have the largest bust, indeed she was a touch on the smaller side, a full C at most but elsewhere? Oh she had quite the delicious ass, round and full with that perfect tear drop shape that couldn’t be disguised, indeed from her incredibly tiny waist to her thick hips? Oh she was something to enjoy for sure… An ass that just begged to be man handled and spanked and promised to have the best sort of bounce when on her knees… “I really would love to continue this conversation but Butterscotch is nearing his limit and we still have to walk home…” She said as she let it linger there… An opening perhaps? An offer for him to walk her home?
Bryce Keller
July 29 2020
5:59am
Bryce took a sip of the contents of the cup and what he tasted was the usual fare of blood. Heady, strong and so addicting to his vampire nature. A first this was no different than what he had consumed every night and just as he was about to write it off he felt a different taste. This, this was much different. Almost like when he’d been pranked, a bottle of a fine 37 year old woman he’d been gifted. Only it had been a prank by some Malkavian. Oh it had the woman’s blood in it alright, along with the contents of a black hot sauce called Mad Dog .357. The blood was nice but then the prank liquid started as a tingle in the back of his throat and he felt the oil from the substance set into his mouth and then the fire kicked in. He spent the rest of the night vomiting up the spiked blood and almost soiling himself. Still, in comparison of other “pranks” by Malkavians, he had gotten off pretty lite. Then he heard her say to just give it a moment.
At first he feared the girl was one but that was only when he first detected the different taste. He was going to cave her skull in if she started that shrieking Malkavian laugh. But no, it did not go that way. There was no fire. It was sweet almost. It rolled over his tongue in a wave and it was different. It was sweet. It was…magnificent! Bryce sat there as his tastebuds felt enraptured by the taste in his mouth. His eyes shut and his mouth hung open as the flavor danced across his senses, filling his nose and his long dead, cold heart. “Oh-oh…by the gods…” his voice far, far less than a whisper that perhaps Amorette needed to strain to hear him. His eyes remained closed and he tilted his head back in complete bliss. No, there had never before been such a taste in his mouth. Romanian dishes had been savory, spicy. Sweetness was reserved for fruits and the odd pastry. This, this was… Bryce couldn’t quite think of the word for what he tasted. Then it came to him and he gasped softly. “...Sublime…” It was like a taste of his long gone humanity again. All the while he could hear the very, low sound of “Blue Moon” by Ella Fitzgerald. Once the moment passed and the flavor was gone from his mouth, he still stayed there lost in the moment. He swallowed again though the drink had been downed moments before. He took another useless breath that did nothing for his lungs, instead filling them with air so that he could speak. Only there were no words coming out. Instead he reached up with a finger to his eye and wiped, He looked at his fingertip and found it was a red tinged color. Bryce could only sit just a while longer until the moment passed. “That was...” He looked over at Amorette, his face not quite fully recovered. “You are an artiste, the likes of which would make any Toreador weep with envy my dear.” He didn’t even think before he’d said that affectionate title. He took a steadying breath and found his composure. “Thank you for that. Truly.” There was another pause between them before she spoke again.
She asked if he did need a protector and almost as soon waved the question off. She seemed to have taken his meaning. Then she asked about the need to hide or be protected. “I had not thought of how our definitions might be different. Technology is a lot like magic. Once you learn how a magician creates the illusion of someone floating, seeing it again is no longer special. Once you get into an operating system, it takes a lot for a computer to really amaze you again.” He looked at the smile upon her cherubic lips and for a brief moment he had to wonder if there was some other enchantment in her drink. Why did he want to see that smile all the time? Had she somehow gotten his attention? Well, yes. At first she had his curiosity. Now she has his full attention. Amorette did not seem to be in any rush to relinquish her claim either. She reached into her bag and pulled out a small card and scribbled some notes on the back of it. Then she spoke more about the corgi breed and she broke into another smile over their ‘fluffy little heart bottoms’ and again she flashed that mischievous smile and again, Bryce couldn’t look away.
Their conversation began in earnest and she corrected him about being a widow. “My condolences.” he said in interruption. He wanted her to know he genuinely meant it, regardless of how deep down he blessed the stars that she was available. Amorette then spoke of her knowledge of coding and she was completely right. “You are incredibly astute Amorette.” He spoke again in his own French tongue. There seemed to be a part of her that enjoyed his company. She spoke more of how video games were enjoyed by more adults than children then her tone went serious as she pressed him verbally to not break himself down to some common level. He spoke the language of the gods of technology. He could do so much more by bringing them up instead. “A wasted mind is a sin, you are right. I hope I am not too forward in saying yours is an incredibly beautiful mind.” Butterscotch came back over after his exhilarating play and there seemed a moment of understanding that her companion had had his fill of play. Bryce was still looking at the card she had given him when she called him fascinating. Her sigh seemed to show she had enjoyed the conversation, perhaps nearly as much as he but he found himself thinking what she would sound like in the throes of passion. He couldn’t imagine the tone of her sigh being much different. He found himself wanting to find out. But he pressed that interest down. She then revealed her clan and Bryce found himself unable to care about it. “Your clan is of little consequence to me in light of the incredibly attractive mind you have. The same way I work coding is the same way you practice your magick. And if I may be forward again, I would like to get to know you more. Though by including the married prefix to your name I find it curious, considering you minutes ago said you were widowed.” Her hand was lifted again in offering and Bryce took her hand, immediately his skin seemed to tingle. Was it yet another spell? Yes, it had to be because he found himself completely bewitched by her. He held her fingers in a full-bodied grip and closed his eyes as he bestowed the most tender kiss he could to the backs of her fingers. No, he had no interest in shaking hands with her, not when there were so many other areas he could- He blinked a few times, an effort to clear that thought away. She made him feel so much it was intoxicating. Amorette stood up and he found that did nothing in calming his sexual thoughts. Her body was incredibly attractive.
She stood up and Bryce stood up as well, a gentlemanly gesture. When a lady stood up, it was only polite the men did the same. He hoped such a gesture wasn’t lost on her. He bent at the knees to gather her cup and his eyes went right to her side profile. Her breasts were full in his eyes. Amorette did not have some bimbo body where she was top heavy with all impossible angles. No, her bust complimented her figure perfectly. When she turned to gather her things his eyes went right to her ass. For all the beauty in her mind and body, her backside was exquisite. His mind went to how it would feel in his hands. Then it wondered at the sounds she would make with his face within those curves. He blew out a breath and turned to see Butterscotch was looking at him. Dogs had great perception and the look on the corgi’s face said he knew Bryce wanted to mate with his owner. He willed the dog to shut up about it. He then spoke openly to cut the sexual tension he felt winding tighter and tighter within him. “I will be at the shelter for sure.” She then said that Butterscotch was almost done and there was still a walk home. She leashed the dog but it was Bryce’s hand that gave her pause when it touched hers. For a moment the locked eyes and he smiled as his green eyes made contact with her own. His fingers then gathered the leash from her hand. “If you don’t mind. I would love to see you safely there, Miss Cadiere”
(to Be Continued)
“Well Butterscotch I have to say this is much nicer than our little apartment now isn’t it?” Her first place had been grabbed up rather haphazardly when she had flown in in Geneva and she was still in something of a snit for having to come in the first place. She HATED America it was so… So… Nuevo Riche… So Blasé! Rude and uncultured with everything about sex and scandal and politics. It was… Disgusting. Yet after she had given it a chance she found the icy waters of the Pacific to be absolutely divine compared to the warmer waters she was used to. It was crisp and refreshing. Delicious. The smells and sounds were enough to keep her senses fully entrenched and when she realized there was a thriving mental complex here? Oh how could she say no? She had then chosen to dive head first into the field and look about till she found the place to spend the next twenty years or so… After all humans age and she could only make her own appearance age so much…
Now that she was with Angela though? She had no reason to leave and felt it was much wiser to buy a house so she could work on ghouling other therapy dogs and see if perhaps it could be done with cats… Or if it even should. There was a part of the feline psychi that was still feral so ghouling them could result in a lifetime companion yes but one that might have far more predatory than would be helpful for her needs. As such? She was taking her sweet little corgi for a walk around her new neighborhood as she was looking on her phone for places that sold plasma screens without actual frames. She needed them for a specific purpose, to mimic the exterior view outside through her windows as well as to block out all natural sunlight to keep herself and any company safe. For now? That was becoming extremely difficult because she couldn’t for the life of her even begin to understand or explain what she was looking for or where to start looking FOR it. It wasn’t TOO complex and her new house was of the more hard lined modern style so that the windows weren’t as many as might have been found in some of the older ones. She didn’t want to have curtains closed all the time, it always looked so suspicious to the kine neighbors, she also missed the way sunlight looked… The way it shone on flowers… The bright reflection of water…
Sure she could take photos and watch videos but it just… Wasn’t the same. She wanted to be able to be in her house and look outside to the beautiful landscaped yard and the ocean front just before her… To see the whales coming through and the barks of sea lions… The screech of seagulls wheeling overhead. Until she could make what she wanted? She would just have to keep the shutters closed and pull the automatic blinds and stay in a darkened, sun proof room. It was always just… Such a pain… If she was going to be here then she would have it all done up just how she wanted. In the interim she logged onto Crags List and in the help wanted area posted a Help Wanted Ad. “Looking for skilled technician to install double sided LED screens over large surfaces. Must be viable for connection to security systems and life feed camera recordings. Solar powered preferred for the sake of external battery in event of power outage. PRIVACY IS A MUST. Technician must be prepared to sign documentation ensuring the privacy and protection of both parties. Previous Experience Preferred. Starting pay: Five Figures. Possible bonuses for exemplary work and option for future employment.”
Once she clicked submit she would focus on the walk on hand while the movers handled all the dirty work for her. She might be undead but she wasn’t strong or particularly stamina happy so there was no way in hell she was doing that herself. Besides they had to pick up more stuff from the airport that she had flown in from Paris, Genoa, St. Peters and other places she had stayed at and kept various collections within storage units. At least she was paying them well to work hard and not break her things.
Another fifteen minute walk and they were at a local dog park where she let Butterscotch off the leash to go run and play with the other dogs in the area, she herself dressed in what she had worn for a rather interesting meet up some time before twilight, the realtor was human after all so she had to keep to his hours as much as possible, her outfit of choice? Was chic, modern and powerful yet it was so incredibly feminine the poor man could barely keep himself from getting insanely… Pressed… It was somewhat amusing and a bit of a balm to her soul to know that she was still desirable for all that she was so often seen as… Scary… When her particular degree was revealed. Now she could have changed but that would mean wasting the last few moments when the sun had set but the sky was still colorful, a rare and beautiful occurrence that happened in California that she was quickly falling in love with. “Go play Butterscotch, I’m going to sit on the bench, and please… Don’t roll in anything weird…” She said as she gave him a very specific look but… Well she couldn’t really blame him if there was a female in heat near by… He was still an animal after all…
Sitting on the bench with a personal mug beside her, insulated with a flip up straw that she had her lips wrapped around, perfect white teeth gripping it as her tongue pressed against it in thought… A soft mix of old time music drifting from her phone as she scrolled through the internet desperate to find a way to achieve what she wanted to get done.
Bryce Keller
July 26 2020
6:08pm
The night had been dark indeed. A 3% decline in materials in China led to a .09% drop in the stock price of his company by the time of the closing bell earlier today. Bryce Keller shut off the stock ticker and just as he was about to put his phone away it rang. Louis, his trusted Vice President. “Louis.” He said by way of greeting. “Have you seen the stock?” Bryce let out a breath. This was trying his patience. “Yes I have.” “Then what is it? We have investors who are getting anxious Bryce. I can’t hold them off forever. If you have a plan-” Bryce’s tone went as soft as silk. “How fortunate I am, to have you around to lecture me.” There was a pause from the other end of the phone. Louis’ tone was a lot more calm and great deal less confrontational. “I... I overstepped and I’m sorry Bryce...Mister Keller. I will round them up and explain that you have everything in hand.”
There was a time Bryce would have been far kinder, perhaps even shown concern in his voice as well. But that was a long time ago. Bryce has been a simple shopkeeper and wasn’t even known by the name. He was Lucien Ardelan living in the foothills of the Carpathian Mountains in Romania. But times were different then, at 21 Bryce was well into his adult years. His father Vasile Ardelan had worked to establish a shop as a merchant of furs and whatever other goods he could sell. His mother Cristina was a housewife, keeping the home affairs settled while Vasile brought in the money. Vasile took ill and while he recovered Lucien stepped in to manage the shop. Under Lucien’s watch the shop narrowed its focus, focusing more and more on what sold like furs and trapping supplies while shedding the things that did not with lower prices such as trinkets and baubles.
At first the shop lost money, Cristina and Vasile began to fear their son did not have the business acumen of his father. But then the investments and cost cutting increased the bottom line. The drafty cottage they had was replaced with a well furnished manor. Vasile now fully recovered focused on time with his wife and their daughter while Lucien managed the shop and moved it to the city of Cluj. It was there that he met her
She was a bitch, a liar, and a damn good businesswoman. Above all else, she was his maker. His sire. Jordis. Jordis of the Danes. That was all he ever knew of her. Her name and that she came from the Norse peoples. He quickly shook the intrusive memory away. He took a breath and found himself walking into a park. The sun was just below the horizon though the cover of the trees bathed the...what was this? A dog park? He looked at some of the people still with their dogs while others walked by him. He thought to a time when he had a wolf cub back in Romania. The animal had no reason at all to trust Lucien, and yet it did. Perhaps it was because it grew up with him. There were a number of reasons why it did and why it didn’t have to. But that was the first time Lucien understood control.
Nothing was ever really under control. At best, things could be guided. A leader had to anticipate needs. He had to know who just needed an encouragement to do better, who needed a strong coaching, and who needed a foot up their ass. And the leader also had to know how far he could push someone or something. That thought made his look down at his left hand. As a youth he’d had a scar from the wolf when he’d gotten too close to its food. Yes, the scar was still there. Tiny, nearly gone, but now perfectly preserved by his vampiric nature. Now that lesson and the memory would remain for always. Lessons could fade, but only if you let them. The scar was now proof of that.
Bryce looked up when he heard some barking. There was a smaller sized dog, a little longer in body. A corgi. And it was looking at him.thats when Bryce sensed it. There was another vampire within the vicinity. Meeting with other kindred could go well or they could go poorly. Much like employees themselves. There were only two categories. Assets or Liabilities. Useful or unreliable. It was a lesson his sire and mentor had instilled in him. Assets were useful. They could be manipulated into producing. People in his life either produced, or found themselves in the liability category. Those under that title could not last long.
”You must take care Lille Lineal, liabilities can only become detrimental. That was what she always called him. Lille Lineal. Little Ruler. Lucien has never considered himself such a thing. But that was the next lesson. Business owned, is business ruled. Lucien had to see himself as a ruler always. Lest he find himself in the category of liability himself. Again Bryce waved the memories away. Jordis was gone now, perhaps alive, perhaps dead. He simply did not know. She had been an asset during their time together. If they were to meet again, perhaps she still would be.
The scent of this other vampire was not Jordis. Far more powerful memories would have stirred. Bryce watched as the dog looked back at a blonde woman sitting on a park bench. There was old time music Bryce hadn’t heard in years. Perhaps she was an old soul. A funny term because she was certainly the kindred presence he had sensed. The elder vampire walked over and sat at the opposite end of the park bench. “I didn’t expect to find myself here. Now I find myself missing a dog I had long ago.”
Amorette Cadière
July 27 2020
4:40am
Butterscotch was perhaps more familiar with Vampires than he was with humans given his owner was one and had trained him specifically for the therapy of Kindred and even some Garou who had responded well to the presence of her dog… And Really? Who wouldn’t? Corgies were smart and energetic by nature, slightly mischievous and very playful and their over all appearance only added to their appeal, I mean literally front of back? A corgi is cute as hell. Period. It was however rare for him to bark at anyone, sounds like that could be extremely unsettling or even detrimental to the progress of a patient so for him to be making any sound at all? It was his was of getting her attention to something. He was, after all, trained to get the attention of someone should there be an issue with the person in their care. A fall, a seizure, stroke or heart attack… He even knew how to give chest compressions though the effectiveness of such a small dog was… Questionable… A for effort though, right?
A simple sharp whistle from her though had that barking stopped in an instant and Butterscotch turned around neat as you please and walked that fluffy heart shaped butt right on back to his owner where he would lay down by her feet and happily pant in the night air that was slowly cooling and watched the other dogs play. Easily she resumed the search on her phone as that gentle big band music played softly, some of which she even hummed along with as she knew several of the songs by heart, a bit of a romantic she found herself missing those years… Back when men wore suits daily with flashing cufflinks and leather oxfords… Women were beautiful and elegant with their hair done up and their make up flawless… It was all romance in the pre-war era and she had found herself enamored with the music and the general feel of that era… Especially Ella Fitzgerald, oh, she loved that womans music and often sang along when she was alone.
Now, being a younger vampire, she was sort of… In the middle in regards to sensing people. Normally she had her senses stretched out to pick up on one in case it was dangerous because, yeah, Tremere weren’t exactly what people wanted around them and were often bullied or outright chased out of town. However in the moment she was lost in her thoughts and the music so she didn’t realize he was drawing near? Until he was pretty much sitting on the same bench. Flight or fight kicked in for a brief moment before she snorted at her own stupidity. Fight? Really? Against what? His shadow? Let’s be honest here! She could barely fight her way out of a paper bad! She wasn’t the physical fighter but the mental one. She knew how to defeat the illness of the mind but she’d know tits about the physical aspect of self defense. All she’d do?
Was make the attacker laugh.
Many and most of her concerns though fled with the light when he spoke. Yeah, someone who wanted her dead or kicked out of town wouldn’t be sitting there striking up a conversation with her, especially about a departed pet. “Life does that to you though, when you let it, that is… It’s a part of us that is still human for all we’ve evolved past it… The random stroll and the memory of times we once had… It’s a bit like dark chocolate… Bittersweet yet wholesome.” She partook of many of those little human moments because it was what kept her grounded. She did things like sit under heat lamps and fake tanning lotion at times to give herself a warmer, healthy glow, sat in coffee shops and enjoyed the aroma of various things and the general flow of life around her… Stayed up to date with technology and some of the political and romantic going ons in the human world… It honestly made her happy and that? Was pretty precious when you consider just how many of the Kindred suffer from depression and remorse. Worse still is that medication is not an option so it takes double down hard work unless the one you work with doesn’t mind feeding off of a human with the same disorder to get the medical fix… Which of course came with the risk of addiction and withdrawls if they lost it… Obviously a gamble in either sense.
“I am sorry about your departed companion though… As I recall there is an adoption shelter that is doing a large fund raiser tomorrow. There will be quite a lot of dogs up for grabs if you are looking for another? I’m going to see if I can’t find a Newfoundland. They’re a larger breed and incredibly loving and smart. Very patient. Not everyone likes a small breed like Butterscotch here.” She said with a smile that was as warm and the spring sun in May. Even more beautiful than her smile was her voice, a dusky French accented thing of beauty, like dark chocolate wrapped up in cognac it had the ability to wind about the senses and get one drunk on the sound of her. For all she was a vampire she looked incredibly human, her skin was warm and bore a beautiful cream and tea rose completion, naturally blond curly hair shone with that perfect gloss… Even her nails were painted in a beautiful ombre of cream and gold. If anyone had the Masquerade down? It was this girl. “Butterscotch, say hello.” The words were a gentle command but even so? The dog sat up instantly and trotted over to the gentleman beside her, sat up on his hind legs and waved a single paw at him in what could only been seen as overwhelmingly cute and incredibly well trained. “Good job. You may go play now.” She said and like that he was off in a flash to join the ball game some of the other dogs were involved in.
“I’m Amorette, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr?...” Her words trailed off as she waited for him to introduce himself, her hand held out delicately for him to take, manners were manners after all. [/i]
Bryce Keller
July 27 2020
7:52pm
Bryce found himself chuckling despite himself. Her style of music, her rich French accent and even her mention of dark chocolate. Odd, for he had seen the packages of such things but had never tasted it. If her words were to be believed it sounded like a delicacy. If she had tasted such a thing, then she was a young vampire indeed. All the more surprising then just how well she had the Masquerade understood. Her skin tone, her fingernails, and all of it could make her pass for an actual human. The cup beside her though, that was of interest. He knew that cup was filled with either one of two things - air or blood. It was not a transparent cup either so the contents would be a mystery. Nor would he have expected such a thing. It was apparent, even by her words that she was quite intelligent.
“So you have...tasted such a thing as dark chocolate? You must be a young one. By the time chocolate even made it to my home country, I was already far past being able to partake of it.” He watched as she spoke a command to her dog, Butterscotch? That was a interesting name. A bit comedic but nothing compared to what the animal did next. It came over and sat down in front of him then lifted its paw and shook it at him in a not-at-all-bad attempt to wave. Bryce’s mouth opened in shock. He had never seen such a thing before. By the time she’d ordered Butterscotch to go and play, Bryce was honestly laughing. It felt strange. When was the last time he had actually laughed? Sure, with clients he had played cordial and given scripted laughs at attempted jokes or whenever the social situation called for it. Same as one could offer a smile when they were not in true good spirits.
This, right now. Seeing that dog wave with his head cocked to the side had elicited a genuine, guttural laugh that continued for nearly a minute. So much so he had to move some of his long brown hair from his face and behind his ear as he looked at the woman. Bryce held up a hand in a plea to let him recover. “Forgive me, it has been a long time since I genuinely laughed. And thank you for the condolence. It was a very long time ago…..Newfoundland? I am favoring a German Shepard as my next dog. Whenever I get around to getting one. And Butterscotch there is...cute. Adorable even.” There was no reaching of hands for a handshake. Among vampires it was a lofty goal. They may not be in such great terms upon their next meeting. He did scoot a little closer to her. “It is a pleasure to make yours as well Amorette. So, tell me about yourself. Do you work? Are you part of a clan?” A dog barked, momentarily drawing his attention. There were three others with Butterscotch running back and forth. “I am the CEO of Boost Games. We develop game engines and then license them out to video game companies. Many see it as a kids hobby but it’s a multi-billion dollar business. So someone besides children are buying.”
Amorette Cadière
July 27 2020
9:08pm
Air was far from delicious or nutritious so that then by process of elimination? Left her with one other option. A trick she had discovered by accident through a conversation with a Malkavian had given her the idea of flavoring blood to suit her tastes and desires so that while the act of consuming blood was still far from what would be considered a normal human action? The flavors of her human years were in rich development and there was something about it that made her heart feel warm and heavy again… A familiar organ beating it’s stucco against her breast as it pushed blood through her veins to give her the flush of life. It was, she felt, these little things that kept one in touch with the parts of them that remain human… Taste and scent trigger memories as much as a photograph if not more so, implementing them into her rather strict diet allowed her to keep herself in touch with the very real memories of a time when she could feel the sun on her skin without fear of death or worse.
“Mmm… Indeed I did… It was brought to my country almost two hundred years before I was born. It was rare of course as only the noble and very wealthy could afford to drink it with breaking their fast we did get a couple of pieces of it during holidays or special occasions… It’s firm at first, almost like a hardened cheese but as it warms in your mouth it begins to melt, trickling along each taste bud like a velveteen caress… It’s slow and decadent the way it caresses your senses, the smell of it almost bitter like almonds and the color like clay and yet it is by very definition the most divine of sensations to indulge… Purely carnal really.” As she spoke her fingers pressed to her lips even as her eyes closed, a saccharine smile on her lips as fingertips as soft as rosebuds caressed their peachy hued plumpness… Down along her chin as she spoke like she were retracing the steps of such a positivity delightful experience, tracing down her long, swan like neck before she opened her eyes with a warm… Almost peaceful sigh. “I am very happy that it is still in use to this day… I can’t eat it anymore but I can still smell it in it’s variations… From the acidic snap of dark cocoa to the almost fatty revelry of white chocolate…” Something he had said though did make her tilt her head as she regarded him in quiet study. “If you would like to try it I do have some libération cramoisie that comes very close to what I recall it tasting as a human.” She said as she offered him her thermos. Others might not share their food source with a stranger but she? Was anything but the sort of turn someone away because they were an unknown vampire. Run? Of course, she liked living, there was still so much more to learn but… Well he was posing no threat to her and she returned kindness with similar warmth.
The attention on Butterscotch did of course make her quite proud. She had spent some time training him to the best of her knowledge as well as ensuring he was ghouled but not so much as to make him violent or unruly. For starters he was amazing, his cute demeanor and harmless appearance made him excellent as a therapy dog, the added fact they were quite the fluffy breed only added to his nearly bottomless charm. The tricks he knew? Were especially good with children but many adults she found also succumbed to the same joy and mirth. As such she didn’t mind his laughter at all, instead she smiled encouragingly as she slid her thermos to him to partake if he wished. It obviously wasn’t poisoned as she herself had been drinking from it so it was just a genuine act of good will towards another. “No forgiveness needed, laughter is just one of the ways we can prove to ourselves we’re still alive after all, and I do enjoy other people’s laughter very much!” Which was Gods truth, she truly loved hearing other people laugh, it always brought a smile to her face and something she cherished with other fond memories. “I love German Shepherds but honestly? Too many people see them as… Not aggressive per sey but imposing. They’re protectors and wonderful family dogs, you really can’t go wrong but for the purpose of therapy I find that fluffier tends to get better results.” Which was true. A german shepard? Looked like it was going to rip your face off. Like Dovermans, Great Danes, Put Bulls, Rottweilers and others? Their breed was from the start for hunting and protection. Asking someone who suffers from ptsd to see such an animal as therapeutic would be… Quite the stretch. “Butterscotch however is small, fluffy, and very cute. He puts people at ease because it would be impossible to think of him as anything other than a ball of fur to pet and love up on.”
For a moment there her hand hung in the air but she returned it to her lap easily. Not everyone is French after all, it’s only normal that her customs from her time weren’t going to be understood just because he stated he was an old soul. Besides, No harm done! Though she wasn’t at all unaware of the fact that while he spoke? He was quickly covering tracks as well.. Turning attention away from himself to gain information about the person before him. “You are a bit of an odd duck, aren’t you?” She said before placing her chin in the palm of her hand as she regarded him through thick blond tipped lashes that showed she wore absolutely zero make up. This woman? Was all natural. “You ask questions so you can open a vein of similar conversation, perhaps on things we share a common interest in, allowing you an opening to flatter the person you are conversing with…Giving a little nibble here and there about yourself but… Not quite enough as you ask of the other.” Curious indeed and yet she found herself enjoying it all the same. Besides, it wasn’t like he wasn’t a tasty eyeful to indulge in, she found humans were starting to fall behind in the appeal race… Or maybe she was just ultra selective? Either way she was NOT complaining about the view… Then again she wasn’t so shallow as to play into his games for the sake of eye candy.
“If I were to say I know who you are according to your company which is the information you gave? Then you will have something to chuff about because it means that another one such as myself is aware of your accolades. If I say I do not? It gives you a chance to go on about your company and what you do versus actually answering my question.” Butterscotch was indeed having quite the good time playing chase with the other dogs and while he was indeed short and stubby? He made up for it with sheer grit and determination and over all? He was just adorable and she loved the bejesus out of that dog. “Which means you are deliberately hiding your name as well as your clan… Which makes me believe that you have been burned and rather badly by giving information away too freely… After all the name you have might not be the name you wear for business purposes. You’re quite cautious which I find curious given that I could not hope to beat not overpower you and that is a simple fact we are both aware of. No matter what my clan might be the difference in our ages is so vast that it would be entirely too easy for you to slaughter me and no one would be the wiser.” A fact they both knew and quite obviously. “What I find even more curious is that you are so eager to defend yourself and your accolades… Your sense of pride and accomplishment… That does narrow the field down… Your handsome enough to be a Toreador but your social graces seem too reserved for such a flamboyant family… A Giovani but if that were the case you never would have spoken to me because I would be far beneath your notice… Or a Ventrue… Which I am leaning more towards simply because of your pride while also maintaining caution. Plus the financial aspect is a little bit of a dead give away too.” There was another smile on her lips and the way she looked at him? Was as if she could discover every secret he had if she was of the mind to do it. “So let me ask again… Your name, Mr.?”
Bryce Keller
July 28 2020
6:54am
Bryce listened as she described the taste and texture of dark chocolate and he had to admit it sounded exquisite. Her speaking of it almost became sexual. The talk of it flowing over each taste bud, it’s caress of the senses… Bryce’s eyes shut at the thought of it. Hearing it spoken with her husky French accent was itself something that caressed his ears. “Carnal? This sounds almost divine Amorette.” Bryce’s eyes opened to watch her fingers trailed from her lips to her chin and finally her slender neck, was she getting turned on? If that was the intention of such a description then it appeared to work. The effect on Bryce however was much more subdued. He was very intrigued by this woman. Unbidden he did feel his imagination stir, picturing Amorette in the throes of bliss. He shut his eyes and the image got stronger until his willpower suppressed such images. He had not engaged in sex in sometime. The 1940’s if he was correct. He and Melanie attended many parties. But times were different the war was over. Soldiers were coming home from fighting and they had their fill of bloodshed, their next priority was sex. And lots of it. That was the start of the baby boomers. He and Melanie had been ravenous. It seemed more tame back then but humans still had sex the same back then as they do now. The spirit within the air back then was to party and have sex. Even the kindred were not immune to such an air. He and Melanie had easily given themselves over to the atmosphere. They had their share of women and blood. When she was gone, Bryce drowned himself in his work and at some point along the way, had forgotten how to live. He turned to see her regarding him. Her question only vaguely on his mind. Something close to it to actually try? “My lady, I would savor such an opportunity.” He looked to see her offer her cup to him and he gladly accepted. The contents of the cup was just blood. So perhaps her offer of the liberation cramoisie was for another time. Still, he took a considerate drink from her cup but did not wish to abuse her offer. “Thank you.” he said as he sat the cup next to her.
Their conversation continued and little by little he found himself drawn in by her sweetness and charm. She spoke about how German Shepherds made for poor therapy dogs and he smiled at her words. “For your works, I would imagine so. My thought for one was to have a daytime protector and companion just as you said. For therapy oh yes, there are much better choices. But perhaps in my case having a German Shepherd as a familiar would be a form of therapy in and of itself for me. It has been a long time since I’ve had such a thing.” Then she spoke of Butterscotch and he offered another smile. “Indeed, I see your dog and I want to pet on him as well, The trick to get him to wave was quite eye catching. I admit I hadn’t thought much of corgies. I am aware the Queen of England has some and they are affiliated with royalty.” His eyes went back to her dog bounding along with his stubby legs, pure energy and loving his play. “But you have a treasure in Butterscotch. I doubt there are many that would immune to his charm.” The conversation continued until she countered him with calling him an odd duck.
Bryce’s attention snapped to her. What had been a pleasant chat with the woman then turned very analytical, very quickly. It was not at all malicious, no he detected no animosity at all. She was speaking her mind, an admirable quality as too many women in society had been taught to be meek and not say what was on their minds. Amorette spoke fearlessly and boldly. She had already acknowledged that she was no fighter. But intellectually, she was a champion who pulled no punches. Indeed, Bryce hadn’t even realized he had done such things but it took very little insight to see that she had struck true with her analysis. Then she spoke of how he planned for the conversation to go when he mentioned his company. That was when he spoke again. “Mademoiselle,” he spoke in her native tongue knowing it would catch her off guard. His dialect had been full as well. Not that of some American bumbling along with a foreign word they thought would make them seem well educated. It was spoken as if French had been a tongue he viewed as a trusted friend. “You speak with full authority in all but this, indeed, I do word my questions in such ways that those spoken to offer more than I myself do. But since we are past trivial pleasantries and engaging in analytical conversation, allow me to point out where you have mistepped. In speaking of my company and accolades, you have a point in that it is a source of pride for me. But your analysis falls short in this: Video games are seen as a childish thing, often vilified by other forms of media and used by politicians as a convenient scapegoat for the violence of humanity. But we are past such pretenses are we not? I spoke because I was not aware up until now if you were so enlightened or not. I often must be subdued in conversation of my company. Had you been one of the sheep that discounts my field as childish play at best and a dangerous pastime at worst then yes, indeed I would have left with you knowing very little else about me. I have very little patience for those who cannot think for themselves. And while you again fell short in your next example, it was only slightly. Yes, I would have had the opportunity to crow about what I do. However I would not have done such a thing.” His tone was not commanding, nor was it even challenging or threatening. It was very casual. Indeed, the tone no more threatening than one used when speaking about the weather.
“You see, it is rare that I find someone who can speak as well as you. I find that very admirable and yes, even quite appealing. I admire anyone who can speak as well as you and get to the heart of the matter. A conversation that makes one actually think is a special find. Your next deduction is all too true. One need not be a strong fighter to still be a winner. If this conversation were a fencing match, your points would have struck at weak points in my suit, my physical strength be damned. Yes, my name and clan is not something I speak easily about. A lesson learned from being burned and from years among the kindred who scoffed at my chosen profession. Verbal defenses are usually primed well before I speak of what I do. Social stigmas are not just the realm of humans, among kindred it’s nearly an art. I have been mistaken for a Toreador and while I do appreciate art, my work is my art after all, no. I am not of the Roses. A Giovanni would be a resounding mistake but you struck truth with the idea of me being a Ventrue.”
There was a small moment of silence, their attention caught up by the other and she small smile upon her lips was returned with one of his own. Indeed, they seemed to have met kindred spirits if not in clan. She spoke very well and he believed he had done the same. He would be foolish to underestimate this woman, he was sure that given half a chance she would have him speaking of every wrong he had suffered. “Given how well you speak and analyze what is both said and not said, you are a marvelous therapist. My name is Bryce. Bryce Keller. And yes, it’s a far more modern name I use than the one I was given at birth - Lucien Ardelan. And it is a real pleasure to meet you.”
Amorette Cadière
July 28 2020
10:51am
Some people are born sensual, others learn it over time through observation and practice, then some are just never gifted with it what so ever. Like all things in life it came and went to varying degrees according to each individual. She was born sensual down to her toes, a Parisian woman with beauty and brains was lethal enough but she also had just a l'amour de la vie that permiated everything about her, personnalité séduisante was putting it in a nutshell even though she was so much more than that. She lived vivaciously, in the moment around her and in her memories of the time she had been alive, the vivid recall of such times was always a source of joy for her… A way to feel alive. She could let herself devolve into a monster as was the possibly inevitable fate of their kind… Or she could keep it at bay for as long as possible by simply enjoying what it meant to be human… To live to the very fullest and enjoy each sensation as it came. The touches to her own skin were in memory of that chocolate, the first time she had tried it and the way it became a sort of revelation of flavors to her, decadently sweet and temptingly sinful. “Oh it most assuredly is as close as one can get while alive.” Some would have said that about sex but her overall experience of the act? Was… Basic. Her teacher enjoyed her body more than she had enjoyed his and her husband when she had been alive was a rutting pig with only a little sausage and heavy hands… After she began to work as a therapist? She occasionally slept with her partners as a part of therapy, some of them struggled with incontinence and it was a way to assist them in overcoming it, but those moments? Were just work for her.
Sex?
Meh.
The cup she offered him held blood but it wasn’t quite what he might expect. The French she used was entirely slag since saying ‘have some blood’ sounded weird no matter how you put it and so she found more tasteful ways of getting around such an unpleasant mouthful, choosing elegance over the more basic options. “It will be interesting to know what you think of it given it will be your first time. Such experiences are to be savored… Reveled in…” The first sip of the blood he would take? Was warm and thick, for a brief moment there was the taste of blood, healthy and undeluded… Then slowly it morphed into something else, trickling along his tongue like sparklers on the fourth of July they danced across his senses, drugging him with the rich complexity that was chocolate. It was as decadent as it was divine, the way it seemed to blossom across his taste buds so it revealed the depth of flavor that comes with such a thing, the richness of it alone was almost enough to get drunk on… The slight bitter tang of acidity… The way it heightened and complimented the sweetness to such levels that made it nearly divine… It was only natural he wouldn’t understand it at first, after all it was magic so it wasn’t as though it would react to every person the same, indeed his age alone might have accounted for the delay between the taste of blood and the way it morphed into rick dark chocolate. “Just give it a moment… It is a trial run after all. Not everything is as it seems on the first glance.” Oh the way she said it was mysterious too, like a verbal rendition of the mona lisa’s smile almost, then again everything about her gave off that slightly mythical air when she spoke… Secrets within secrets…
“Do you need one? A protector, that is?” She knew things were a bit rough in her own clan because of what was going on but that didn’t mean that everyone was unsafe? Honestly most clans were safe within their sects and the city itself seemed… Somewhat stable… Not like some of the other places she had seen that were falling apart at the seams. His words gave her a brief pause as she pondered it over and some of the inner workings that might be going on. Intellectually? She was always on. She wanted to find solutions to everything in this world because to her? Nothing was more enjoyable than delving into the mysteries that lay within the mind and therefor in the world itself. “Parton the intrusive question but I find with technology and the advancements they have made I find the need to ‘hide’ or be guarded quite… Different? “ there was obviously so much thought going on behind her eyes, not that it was bothersome to her but rather because she found it all too interesting, to see the world from his view for a moment. “Self driving cars to make it appear as though you work hours just like anyone else… Home defense systems that are quite advances and incredibly useful.” Even if he feared they might be tampered with due to an outage it wasn’t like there was a shortage of generators. Something clicked for her then though and she realized exactly why he wanted a ghouled dog and it had nothing at all to do with safety. “Ah… Never mind… I see why you want one now.” Oh the smile on her lips then… Part cheribuc innocence and part mischief maker and all around far too charming for anyone’s well being.
Reaching into her bag she pulled out one of her business cards and wrote on the back of it the name, location, time and phone number of the adoption agency for the dogs she had been speaking about. Why this one? Because it was one of the few that took place into the night and therefor was available to them. It was the same place she had gotten Butterscotch from and she stood by them and their desire to try and see a home for all animals, purebred or not. What this man needed? Was to no longer feel alone. However he didn’t want anything that might ask questions or pry, he didn’t want to be beholden or obligated for conversations or interactions, he simply wanted the presence of another creature that offered support and friendship This man was limited in the range of affection he could show and she was picking this up bit by bit with what he said and how he moved… The pitch of his voice or the vocalities he used… Indeed she watched him closer still through those thick, long eye lashes of hers as she began her typical study of someone she found interesting , picking apart his behavior to get at the meat of him as a person. “Well they are more affiliated with fairies than the Queen though she does own some which of course just goes to show her intelligence.” She said with a smile as she watched Butterscotch live life to the fullest. “They’re often mistaken as just being lap dogs but they’re actually the 11th smartest dog breed. They’re also incredibly good herders of cattle despite their short size. They’re much more than a cute face but I admit it is so hard to imagine a cuter dog breed. Their fluffy little heart bottoms are just too much!” She said with a slight pitch to her voice that was as excited bubble of sound because yes! Their butts literally were like some of the cutest things EVER. “I didn’t realize how much I missed the presence of another body around me until I took him in. He is a cuddle bug and I find that incredibly endearing.”
She had started to ramble a bit but it was with the intent on having this man drop his guard and it worked beautifully. Because of that he revealed a few things about himself that perhaps he hadn’t realized and of course that was when the real game began. Oh… Oh he was quick wasn’t he? She felt her blood thicken in pleasure in her veins at the upcoming conversation because this? Was a chance to learn something new. “Mme, actually Monsieur, I am a widow.” Though technically it was because she had killed herself before her husband had died but… That was an odd set of intricacies she didn’t totally comprehend herself. No answer to be found, so to speak, since technically he was the widower and she… Well she, the corpse. His French however was quite delicious and she enjoyed it immeasurably as she let the thick, sweet accent roll over her like honey and again she let her mind wander places it shouldn’t, specifically about how their hair would look tangled together in the heat of things far more intense than his French speaking. Honestly he was a rare gem and such an unexpected find that she couldn’t quite decide if she wanted to work with him or seduce him… Or hell, let him seduce her… Good Gods she couldn’t remember if anyone even had tried to seduce her… Probably not though considering she unsettled people with her deductions and many men didn’t enjoy being laid bare like that… Though the fact he thought to correct her caused her knees to draw in a bit tighter as she adjusted herself just a bit on the seat there. “Video games are a simple representation of a language of numbers and letters in the form of Code. Coding makes up the very foundation of anything soft-ware related. Nasa’s rockets? Coding. U.S Missiles? Coding. The very programs we use on our phones like ShareIt or Marketplace? Are ALL coding. Even these new movies that are done in 3D are all just more coding.” She said with a gentle wave of her hand as if dismissing his idea that video games were nothing more than childish pass times and something to be looked down upon. “It is a fact that adults are the ones who buy and play a majority of video games. This is true across all platforms but especially computer games. WoW alone brings in a million players and when you multiply that by the cost of a monthly subscription? Anyone who thinks video games are childish obviously lacks the sense God gave a Goat. Five minutes on Wikipedia can easily prove that it is anything BUT a pointless pass time.” She knew this off of the top of her head. Now, how many women in general could tell him that? On top of that fact how many could back it up with facts? “Why humble yourself? What you do is a language that crosses all platforms and Transends all boundaries. Coding might as well be the language man spoke before the tower of Babble. What you do? Is a world wide necessity. Period. Don’t drop yourself to their level of understanding. Educate them. A mind is a sin to waste, and you would do well for yourself and others to stretch their grey matter in a new direction. People won’t ever grow otherwise.”
It wouldn’t be long until Butterscotch got tired and worn out entirely and it would be time to go back to their new house and settle in for the night and get things ready for the next day. Normally she enjoyed the day today grind so to speak but this was the first time she had ever had such a conversation with a male and he made her heart pound deliciously in her chest as the humanity in her remembered the thrill of the unknown an the enjoyable… He was, for her, a piece of living chocolate that she wanted to savor for as long as she possibly could. Gods what she wouldn’t do to take this one home with her and spend her tow weeks off just dissecting him like breaking off pieces of a chunk of chocolate to let them melt on her tongue, one by one, her whole body tingling with need that she kept at bay simply through will power. “Regardless you are incredibly fascinating.” She said on a breathy sigh that sounded like it belonged in a bedroom rather than a park bench. Oh yes… He was something else alright… Beauty and brains with a traumatic past that she wanted to uncover and help him heal… Mmmmph… A dangerously decadent mix that was going to get her into far too much trouble… “That aside you are in good company… None is more scorned than my house I assure you. I am a Tremere and next to the nosferatu we are likely the most reviled simply because we are… Different.” Oh yes, she definitely understood what it meant to be treated like an outcast among the other Clans, to be looked down on just because she was different. Even the Giovani with their incest and necromancy ways were more accepted than the Tremere. It was something of a slap to the face but… What could you do? Hagiarchy prevails through the living and the undead alike.
The compliment he gave was returned with a bow of her head to him and once again presented her hand. “I am a therapist who specializes in helping my fellow Kindred and Kine alike to heal from their traumas and live the best life possible. My name is Mrs. Amorette Cadiere. Now, in my time? When a lady presents her hand to a man she if offering a cordial extension of companionship. We do not… Shake… hands. That’s a very American thing.” She said with a warm laugh that was sweet as honey and had the ability to trickle along his skin and into his mind where it lingered and teased the senses. “It is a pleasure to meet you Bryce Keller du Lucian Ardelan.” She’d wait for him to kiss her knuckles as was appropriate before she’d leave the thermos of blood for him as well as handing him her business card. “Meet me tomorrow at the dog fair and I will be happy to help you with the paperwork and such that comes with obtaining a new pet. The information is there on the back. If you are interested in a therapist give me a call. Everything is of course confidential.” She said before she stood up and damn did she ever have legs for days in that almost too short suit skirt and high heels that looked too thin to hold up a cheese wedge let alone a woman. Turning her back to him was when he’d get the eyeful though. She might not have the largest bust, indeed she was a touch on the smaller side, a full C at most but elsewhere? Oh she had quite the delicious ass, round and full with that perfect tear drop shape that couldn’t be disguised, indeed from her incredibly tiny waist to her thick hips? Oh she was something to enjoy for sure… An ass that just begged to be man handled and spanked and promised to have the best sort of bounce when on her knees… “I really would love to continue this conversation but Butterscotch is nearing his limit and we still have to walk home…” She said as she let it linger there… An opening perhaps? An offer for him to walk her home?
Bryce Keller
July 29 2020
5:59am
Bryce took a sip of the contents of the cup and what he tasted was the usual fare of blood. Heady, strong and so addicting to his vampire nature. A first this was no different than what he had consumed every night and just as he was about to write it off he felt a different taste. This, this was much different. Almost like when he’d been pranked, a bottle of a fine 37 year old woman he’d been gifted. Only it had been a prank by some Malkavian. Oh it had the woman’s blood in it alright, along with the contents of a black hot sauce called Mad Dog .357. The blood was nice but then the prank liquid started as a tingle in the back of his throat and he felt the oil from the substance set into his mouth and then the fire kicked in. He spent the rest of the night vomiting up the spiked blood and almost soiling himself. Still, in comparison of other “pranks” by Malkavians, he had gotten off pretty lite. Then he heard her say to just give it a moment.
At first he feared the girl was one but that was only when he first detected the different taste. He was going to cave her skull in if she started that shrieking Malkavian laugh. But no, it did not go that way. There was no fire. It was sweet almost. It rolled over his tongue in a wave and it was different. It was sweet. It was…magnificent! Bryce sat there as his tastebuds felt enraptured by the taste in his mouth. His eyes shut and his mouth hung open as the flavor danced across his senses, filling his nose and his long dead, cold heart. “Oh-oh…by the gods…” his voice far, far less than a whisper that perhaps Amorette needed to strain to hear him. His eyes remained closed and he tilted his head back in complete bliss. No, there had never before been such a taste in his mouth. Romanian dishes had been savory, spicy. Sweetness was reserved for fruits and the odd pastry. This, this was… Bryce couldn’t quite think of the word for what he tasted. Then it came to him and he gasped softly. “...Sublime…” It was like a taste of his long gone humanity again. All the while he could hear the very, low sound of “Blue Moon” by Ella Fitzgerald. Once the moment passed and the flavor was gone from his mouth, he still stayed there lost in the moment. He swallowed again though the drink had been downed moments before. He took another useless breath that did nothing for his lungs, instead filling them with air so that he could speak. Only there were no words coming out. Instead he reached up with a finger to his eye and wiped, He looked at his fingertip and found it was a red tinged color. Bryce could only sit just a while longer until the moment passed. “That was...” He looked over at Amorette, his face not quite fully recovered. “You are an artiste, the likes of which would make any Toreador weep with envy my dear.” He didn’t even think before he’d said that affectionate title. He took a steadying breath and found his composure. “Thank you for that. Truly.” There was another pause between them before she spoke again.
She asked if he did need a protector and almost as soon waved the question off. She seemed to have taken his meaning. Then she asked about the need to hide or be protected. “I had not thought of how our definitions might be different. Technology is a lot like magic. Once you learn how a magician creates the illusion of someone floating, seeing it again is no longer special. Once you get into an operating system, it takes a lot for a computer to really amaze you again.” He looked at the smile upon her cherubic lips and for a brief moment he had to wonder if there was some other enchantment in her drink. Why did he want to see that smile all the time? Had she somehow gotten his attention? Well, yes. At first she had his curiosity. Now she has his full attention. Amorette did not seem to be in any rush to relinquish her claim either. She reached into her bag and pulled out a small card and scribbled some notes on the back of it. Then she spoke more about the corgi breed and she broke into another smile over their ‘fluffy little heart bottoms’ and again she flashed that mischievous smile and again, Bryce couldn’t look away.
Their conversation began in earnest and she corrected him about being a widow. “My condolences.” he said in interruption. He wanted her to know he genuinely meant it, regardless of how deep down he blessed the stars that she was available. Amorette then spoke of her knowledge of coding and she was completely right. “You are incredibly astute Amorette.” He spoke again in his own French tongue. There seemed to be a part of her that enjoyed his company. She spoke more of how video games were enjoyed by more adults than children then her tone went serious as she pressed him verbally to not break himself down to some common level. He spoke the language of the gods of technology. He could do so much more by bringing them up instead. “A wasted mind is a sin, you are right. I hope I am not too forward in saying yours is an incredibly beautiful mind.” Butterscotch came back over after his exhilarating play and there seemed a moment of understanding that her companion had had his fill of play. Bryce was still looking at the card she had given him when she called him fascinating. Her sigh seemed to show she had enjoyed the conversation, perhaps nearly as much as he but he found himself thinking what she would sound like in the throes of passion. He couldn’t imagine the tone of her sigh being much different. He found himself wanting to find out. But he pressed that interest down. She then revealed her clan and Bryce found himself unable to care about it. “Your clan is of little consequence to me in light of the incredibly attractive mind you have. The same way I work coding is the same way you practice your magick. And if I may be forward again, I would like to get to know you more. Though by including the married prefix to your name I find it curious, considering you minutes ago said you were widowed.” Her hand was lifted again in offering and Bryce took her hand, immediately his skin seemed to tingle. Was it yet another spell? Yes, it had to be because he found himself completely bewitched by her. He held her fingers in a full-bodied grip and closed his eyes as he bestowed the most tender kiss he could to the backs of her fingers. No, he had no interest in shaking hands with her, not when there were so many other areas he could- He blinked a few times, an effort to clear that thought away. She made him feel so much it was intoxicating. Amorette stood up and he found that did nothing in calming his sexual thoughts. Her body was incredibly attractive.
She stood up and Bryce stood up as well, a gentlemanly gesture. When a lady stood up, it was only polite the men did the same. He hoped such a gesture wasn’t lost on her. He bent at the knees to gather her cup and his eyes went right to her side profile. Her breasts were full in his eyes. Amorette did not have some bimbo body where she was top heavy with all impossible angles. No, her bust complimented her figure perfectly. When she turned to gather her things his eyes went right to her ass. For all the beauty in her mind and body, her backside was exquisite. His mind went to how it would feel in his hands. Then it wondered at the sounds she would make with his face within those curves. He blew out a breath and turned to see Butterscotch was looking at him. Dogs had great perception and the look on the corgi’s face said he knew Bryce wanted to mate with his owner. He willed the dog to shut up about it. He then spoke openly to cut the sexual tension he felt winding tighter and tighter within him. “I will be at the shelter for sure.” She then said that Butterscotch was almost done and there was still a walk home. She leashed the dog but it was Bryce’s hand that gave her pause when it touched hers. For a moment the locked eyes and he smiled as his green eyes made contact with her own. His fingers then gathered the leash from her hand. “If you don’t mind. I would love to see you safely there, Miss Cadiere”
(to Be Continued)
Amorette Cadière
July 29 2020
12:46pm
Let it not be said of her that she wasn’t somewhat mischievous. There were times in life when a playful prank was the best thing in the world for someone, a reminder not to take life or themselves too seriously, a mood breaker to show that the world? Was still here. Still spinning. That tomorrow? Was going to come and to not let the now? Be their all. However? The LAST thing she would do would be to tamper with someone’s blood and make it so that they became ill. Her pranks were more… Good natured… Things like mice popping out of cupboards or water propped over the top of a door frame to spill on someone… Her favorite had been a candle prank where it started off smelling like apple pie before it morphed into the scent of raw sewage and everyone was running around trying to find the source. In general? Yes. She was mischievous at times but never in a harmful manner. Most especially not around blood because that? It was more than just a food source, it was like the batteries that propelled them through life, when such was abused? The effects could be disastrous… A vampire might starve themselves in fear of another trauma or give into their Beast and frenzy and harm both themselves and others as well as risking the fall of the Masquerade itself.
The words to give it a moment was for him to understand just what she had been getting at. She believed the closer that one stays to their humanity the better they can survive this world and the existence they were bound to. Mortality was… The reason behind eternity. It was what kept them sane and thriving, at least that was her belief, she didn’t see the kine as chattel to be herded and fed upon. Instead she saw them as a vital assistant in her existence, like how placebo and blood transfusions keep people alive, so too did the blood they offered up save her own life. It was in the pursuit of her own human ties that she had worked on flavoring the blood after the idea she had picked up from Amelia. It was out of the blue yet utterly brilliant and she had basically began to spend all her spare time looking through spells and various incantations to assist with it… As well as getting specific blood types, for this one it had been a local chocolatier so the memory of the complex tastes and sensations were rich in the memory of his blood, allowing her to get a much clearer recreation and so far? She was VERY pleased with the results and given that this stranger beside her was about to try a sample? Oh of course her eager mind was more than a little excited to see his reaction. Of course… If she had known the threat in his mind she probably would have… You know… Sat farther away on the bench. Thankfully she was unaware as they sat within a comfortably close distance from each other, her warm body easily washing over to him, her very breath sweetly scented as she embraced the ability to be as human as she could be.
Slowly she saw the reaction roll over his face and she felt her heart swell with joy for him, for his happiness, for what he was getting to experience. She didn’t so much as say a word, instead she just smiled up at him like an angel straight out of heaven for him, the brightness in her eyes and the genuine smile on her lips were too pure to be for this world. Truly in her heart she felt like she had done a good thing because if there was one thing she felt was more precious than money or power? Was the ability to Experience. When you live for hundreds of years you begin to lose track of what was good, what made your senses dance, your heart throb or skip… The feeling of silk beneath your fingers becomes no different than concrete… The glittering brilliance of the night sky or the reverberating beauty of a note as it fades into silence. It was the loss of those precious small things that give the Beast in each of them more power as the centuries passed until there wasn’t a reason to even pretend to be human and simply embrace the true death. In a way?... This felt like she had been able to give him back a part of his humanity…
She gave him something New.
Priceless.
In return though it wasn’t as if she gained nothing. She was able to relive it through proxy with his reactions, remembering how it had tasted the first time it had graced her own tongue, the revelation of such newness… It made her heart weep sweet tears inside her own soul as she sat by, a silent companion through his journey, enjoying it as much as he himself was. As he began to try to speak her stance was patient and silent, she gave him time and silence to process, to take in the entire moment for everything that it was. With those compliments though she blushed a touch and laughed softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear before she’d get into her purse and pull out a baby wipe, honesty she believed in no small measure that those things were little squares of magic. “Maybe.” She felt neither envy or hatred for any house that existed but rather she believed that all of them had the potential to change the world and themselves if they wished. Every vampire was untapped potential… A world within them that so few ever tried to access… “Oh don’t thank me… I was able to live vicariously with you in that moment. I was given a precious gift to see how someone embraces the sensations of something new like this. This is my attempt to… I suppose to bring the magic back to our lives.” The wonder of something new… The awe felt at human discovery… The simple pleasures in the smallest things…
The topic of dogs and protection came up and she had one of her many moments when she asked something before puzzling the answer out in her own head and waved it off. It was something she had a habit of doing when she was alive and admittedly that very same habit was still retained even to this day. It wasn’t too complicated to puzzle out his reasons for wanting the companion and his answer had been one well suited to give a breeder or shelter because that was why many people got dogs in the first place. Home protection. Instead she spoke on how many of the modern conveniences are quite amazing and make being a vampire much easier than perhaps any other time since the beginning of Cain. “Perhaps so. Honestly I myself find technology a brilliant handicap. Its made it easier for us to live but it’s also taken so much magic out of the world that it’s hard to tell if it’s really a blessing or a curse. As it is I am struggling to find a technological solution to my own problem and it’s frustrating. What I want hasn’t been created yet that I am aware of so it’s almost impossible to even explain.” She said with a sigh as she let out a puff of air that blew her bangs up for a moment before they settled.
With her luck the conversation changed and she was more than happy to give him the information on the dog fair to be taking place tomorrow night, if he got a dog from there the funds all went to a good cause and he’d be able to take home a companion of his own, the whole transaction benefiting everyone in the situation. Of course talking about Butterscotch always brightened her mood and she was easily smiling and back to her bright self as if the frustration of a few moments before had completely been whisked away. Now, normally? She wouldn’t have corrected someone on her title, Miss, Mrs, Ma’am? She didn’t mind at all in any form but with him? She felt that she wanted him to know that she wasn’t some untouched or untried little thing who didn’t know the ins and outs of the world between men and women. A curious thing for her to be sure and she would explore those thoughts at a later time in the night. “Oh don’t mourn for him, he was a very mentally and physically unstable individual, back in those days a woman had no choice in who she married as it was typically arranged by her parents. He was a rich merchant and my family needed funds.” The smile that time though was bitter and sad, obviously married life had not been good for her, indeed just the memory of Albert made her want to go to his gravestone and spit on it.
Focusing on the positive moment she was in as she told him in no uncertain terms that berating himself because those around him didn’t see his field as a worthwhile venture was foolish. She meant it when she said that code was basically the language of the gods. It commuted over in every language no matter what it was, if it ran software there was code, be it in video games to the complex mathematical output to send a shuttle into space. “Not too forward no, thank you very much for the compliment, when one is not a diamond it is best to cultivate other gardens.” Another warm smile spread on her lips as she spoke what might be impossible for others to believe. She? Didn’t think of herself as beautiful in appearance. “Though I would be cautious of how things are worded lest someone think your flirting.”
Mr. Bryce had all of her attention and then some though she certainly did her best to keep that from becoming anywhere near apparent. Sadly though she knew Butterscotch was going to end up completely wiped out and that it was time to go. No matter how much she enjoyed the conversation and his company? Life called. “Thank for you that Mr. Bryce, truly. It’s a bit disheartening to have so many people look down on you just because of your sire. It isn’t as if we ourselves get to choose after all.” Just as a child has no choice in their parents or financial situation neither does the human turned vampire. The way he seemed to hinge again on her title though that… That made her smile at him in a way that was again quite mysterious, meaning everything and nothing all at once while those grey blue eyes of hers sparkled even in the low light. “I think I would like to get to know you a bit more too I confess… As to my title people often think of a Miss as untried and innocent, like they are somehow incapable of understanding the deeper or more complex variations found in life, as if being under a grunting male somehow grants you wisdom you were forbidden to have until a man graces your body with his.” She couldn’t help the eye roll that followed those words, it made her so frustrated even to this very day that for some reason a woman isn’t given any respect or weight as an individual unless a man marries them. “Forgive the bitterness in those words, I was not a happily married woman of my time and I confess I did not appreciate it then, no more than I do now.” Ah there was a warm, soft laugh that followed closely on the heels of that, her smile was chiding but more so internally to herself.
A sudden rumble and a snap…
A flash…
Had she just been struck by lightning or something? The moment he took her fingers she felt something like the shock one gets when touching a live wire or strong battery. It was more than enough to make her almost take her hand away because in all her life that? Had NEVER happened. The kiss to her knuckles was incredibly warm despite his vampiric nature and it made her own pumping heart skitter about in her chest and a blush to rise to her cheeks as she smiled at him and this time? Nothing about it was mysterious but rather it was wholly and entirely enchanting as it showed a genuine enjoyment of the moment and his actions therein. However she had no idea that Bryce struggled wither in her suit. Admittedly? It was skin tight but she had dressed in it for her realtor who was a bit of a… Well… Slimeball… A useful one though as he was always eager to get all of the work done quickly so he might linger and try to get lucky. She always sent him packing though and today had been no different. Then again if she could have known… It might have done wonders for her own confidence to be sure. She was considered a bit too slender by Parisian standards of the age when a woman had to be a bit thicker to survive child birth. In todays terms though? She was a pawg with a nice firm bust that didn’t need much if any help from a bra to maintain their shape. What she did know? Was that it wasn’t one sided because Bryce was the most decadent mouthful she’d had the chance to be around since before she was even turned.
As for Butterscotch? Let’s just say that he didn’t snitch on him but that didn’t mean the smart corgi wasn’t aware of what was going on either. After all chemistry was there for all animals be them two or four legged. “I look forward to seeing you there, Mr. Bryce.” She said as indeed she was trying to drag it out as long as she could before… Well… She gave him an opening to make the night last a little longer… The leash in her hand easily found itself into his own as she in turn would gently rest her hand in the crook of his arm and now that they were so close? He would be able to catch the smell of her skin, the unique perfume that was hers and hers alone, a mix of peony and mandarin blossoms with a hint of black coriander and anise. Rich… Sweet… Heady but far from overpowering or cloying. “It’s a little bit of a walk but not too far. I just moved to the area myself. Are you also local?” She asked gently without being invasive or making him feel pressed to give her an answer. She did however hope that he did because it meant there was a very good chance that they could run into each other a bit more often… Perhaps share walks to the dog park after he adopted one of his own?... True she was in NO hurry to rush this, she couldn’t remember a time feeling so attracted to someone, she wanted to drag it out… To savor the anticipation and need… The heavy heat in her veins….
Bryce Keller
July 30 2020
12:47pm
Bryce started walking with the leash in his hand and listened as Amorette shut off the music that was playing. “I will be there, I have something in mind too but I also don’t want to get my hopes up in case a German shepherd isn’t available.” He said in passing. Now that they were even closer together with her arm in his he could smell the scent of her skin. Vampire senses were very acute and given her close proximity there was no doubt that the scent teasing his nose was the one coming off of Amorette. It was floral, he could tell that much but he had never been a gardener so the exact scents were lost on him.
He did find it altogether lovely though. What fortune had he struck that he should find this woman tonight? That for so long he had gotten used to being solitary, and now he found Miss Cotiere and she was enchanting. The suit she wore was finely tailored and hugged every curve of her body well. The look of her hair and the French accent, yes, physically she cut a fine specimen of what would be considered a knockout. All of this was all well and good on its own, but the biggest attraction Bryce felt was what he had first noticed about her during their conversation - her mind. So often the term “razor-sharp” was applied to any number of sharp objects. So much so that it was almost over used. However, as a description it was very appropriate for Amorette’s mind. She was incredibly sharp and if Bryce was truthful, he felt he had to stay on his toes with her.
”She already makes me reach for something better. A better me. How long have I been low and unable or unwilling to try and find better? I buried myself in my work. Like I have always done.” Bryce thought to himself. He turned a glance her way to see her looking right at him. It was her eyes that caught him. There wasn’t a question within them. At least he was reasonably sure. Did she want to be let in? Then she jokingly said someone could get the idea that he was flirting. Bryce smirked a boyish grin. “Well, we wouldn’t want that now would we?” Did he want to let her in? To tell her about himself? Perhaps speaking with her would not be a bad idea. She was a therapist by trade and he did have a lot of baggage he wished to be done with. All that he said would be held in confidence. “You said you are a therapist by trade? I think perhaps I would like to speak with you.” He said as they started to walk from the park. “I also couldn’t help but think of what the title miss implies and I would not dare suggest you are somehow incomplete without a man. You are your own person Amorette. And whoever you take as a lover or companion or even if you decide to take one at all is entirely your choice. You are no less legitimate either way.”
It was nice, it was well spoken and it was kinda truthful. Not nearly as honest as Bryce would have liked though. He found himself wishing she would choose a companion, and that he could provide a suitable option. Perhaps a little flirting would help ease that along. “Being under a grunting male would have no bearing on who you are. I believe a woman on top is a good thing.” A little hammy perhaps but also a valid point. “And yes, I am local. I have a private complex on Ferris road. It’s that winding road by Harper’s Creek if you’ve been up that way. I sit on 5 acres all around. You could come up there some night. There’s plenty of room for Butterscotch. Hell, you could bring ten more dogs if you wanted. I have some gardens I’ve just had planted. I love the smell of night-blooming jasmine. No idea how to maintain it but I have a gardener.”
Amorette Cadière
July 30 2020
7:27pm
“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that to much. They just finished K9 training camp and the shepherds who didn’t pass muster are going up for adoption. I’m hoping to find a few who didn’t pass service training, that’s how I came across Butterscotch, he was a failed trainee because he couldn’t keep himself from rolling in… Unpleasant things…” She said with a bright and warm laugh that was as close to sunshine as perhaps any vampire might get as she looked across to her sweet corgi puppers running about like he was herding the bigger dogs as if they were cattle. Oh yes… He had a thing for rolling in God knew what most times and she had to give him more baths than she had fingers and toes at this point but considering that was his one drawback? He was a blessing to her and he helped alleviate her deep abiding loneliness… It never used to be as bad as it was lately but she was coming up close to being three hundred years old and for the last two hundred? She had been alone, going from place to place, drifting all over Europe as a therapist. Moving from one place to another when she got too old to pass for her looks and the cosmetic tricks she used to age her appearance. All that time she kept herself busy but as the world advanced in technology and human relationships were even shorter and easier to get involved in she felt… Locked out… Cold on a winter street as she walked along snow piled sidewalks and looked into houses and shops with warm smiling faces and bright furnishings that drew the eye and the heart…
You’d never know just how lonely she was by looking at her or even talking to her. As someone who spent three hundred years (or just about) caring for other people you learn to put all your own fears, concerns, heartbreak and sadness well away from your person so it doesn’t drift into work. You can look back at it to give you empathy and understanding but the two must never mix… Like Clorox and ammonia if they ever collided the outcome would be fatal for all involved. As such she always kept in the dark but it was certainly getting a touch harder to keep it at the distance she used to. Perhaps it was time to go visit one of those… Locations… A place to let go while remaining anonymous… Where no one judges you or cares about your name… When the only goal is one of two things… Pleasure… Or Pain…
Such thoughts were shoved to the side though as she took his arm when he took Butter’s leash from her and committed herself to the Now, the Here, the moment she existed in. His arm was surprisingly solid beneath her fingers, she had thought perhaps he was just a slender, broad shouldered man turned in his late twenties at most… Apparently she could be mislead by the physique of others because the firmness of his forearm alone caught her by surprise and she took that moment to hide a blush on her cheeks and compose herself again. Honestly she was being something of a goose now wasn’t she? He was really quite handsome with a jawline that stretched on longer than eternity and sharper than a razor, the cleft in his chin was delicious too, a rare feature not often seen on men. The thing that truly sunk her was his hair though, the color of summer wheat and dark ale, the slight curl to it and just how Long it was… Oh she wanted to touch it, run her fingers through it, grab it and hold him still for a ki-… AMORETTE! She said sharply to herself as she gave herself a mental shake and just blamed the mood on the moon and nothing more. “Not if you want my services no!” Her words were a bright and cheerful bubble as she laughed softly through the whole thing, obviously enjoying their conversation as they walked and for a moment… She felt something again, that same spark but a bit sweeter, a warm sigh passing her lips and an even softer smile gracing the corners of her cherubic lips. “I am indeed, my father was one of the few therapists in the seventeenth century, we worked on several books together on the illnesses of the mind and the common misconceptions of it. It’s been the grandest passion of my life without fault.” Though his words on wanting to see her professionally had her nodding her head. “Of course. I am free tomorrow after the dog adoption if you want to come to my house for a session? I do have a private study for those who need privacy.” Meaning those who were high profile and couldn’t be seen going to a therapists office or anywhere near where a mental assistance facility might be found.
He did however cause a brow of hers to raise at his words and another one of her mysterious smiles flitting across her lips. “How Very forward thinking for a man of your age, Mr. Bryce, that is terrifically refreshing.” The feminist movement was stronger now than it had ever been before yet the same blockades and old habits hung on the air like acrid smoke that never truly left. Women were fight and men just… For the most part? Didn’t care. Their primary involvement was usually to claim they were not sexist while maintaining the same internal structure that limited a woman’s options for both advancement and power. That? Went nothing into the sheer difference in the pay scale. “I find that many of my old… Irritants… From life still linger about me despite my attempts to shed them like unwanted layers. I suppose it’s harder to shake them down when they crop up so often. You wouldn’t believe the amount of patients I have had who have only come to see me because of my looks and not care a whit for what I said.” Ugh… She had MORE than a few who had simply chosen her for her looks and then spent their time on their phones or became violent and either left or had to be taken away. Not ALL of them were like that of course but… More than enough to make her a touch on the… Acidic side of views.
” Oh mon Dieu!” She blurted out in flawless, romantic french even as her lips donned the most adorable of smiles and her eyes crinkled shut just a touch on the corners as that smile reached all the way to her eyes and shone from her soul. “Une femme au top en effet! Vous Rogue!” Oh the bright, bubbly peals of laughter that sprung forth from the deep wellspring of her joy, her mirth and her joie de vie. It was addictive and infectious, it made people smile when they heard it, brightened days and moods alike as she carefully wiped the tears from her eyes as she had been forced to stop as she doubled over in laughter. “Forgive me, forgive me-“ She said between bouts of laughter that shook her frame as she struggled with it. “I’m sorry I just-… I doubt there is a man alive who doesn’t like a woman on top. No work and a great view while they reap all the benefits.” The giggle of mirth was still in her voice as she cleared her throat and dabbed at her eyes before linking her hand around his arm and they’d continue walking. “Ah… Isn’t that the modern construction from what… Mid 2010’s or so? I remember passing it on my search for houses, the land is amazing, did I see correctly and there is a sizeable creek on the property?” She asked as they drew closer to her house and she wished she had lived a little bit farther. “Butterscotch would love it… So would I.” Cheeks flushing a bit in that adorable blush she had as they had just… A small way left to walk and she found herself taking her steps a bit shorter than she would have alone. “You should try Japanese honeysuckle… They bloom day ad night so the perfume builds up beautifully… I have some starts I can bring you? One of my talents as a Tremere is plant related…I believe herbs still have a vital part in our lives, even undead the effects of herbal scents and oils can still be enjoyed and benefited from.”
Before she wanted to be they were at her house and she reached down to unhook Butterscotch’s leash and he bolted into the house through the doggy door at the front before she heard him run out into the back yard and the sharp squeaks of his dog toy being chewed on. “Thank you for being a gentleman and walking me home…” And it had all happened much too fast. With gentle hands she reached for the leash in his hands and she still wondered at the shock she felt at their bare flesh touching, the way it made her blush and her unnecessary breath catch in her chest, making her question the strange mystery of it… “You can keep the container… You made me unbelievably happy when I got to share that experience with you first hand. It was a gift of untold wonder… Is there anything you’d like that I can do to return the present of your experience?” A very quiet… Subtle… Feather light even,… Opening for him to… Pursue if he wished. She was being stupid she knew but on the same hand how could she let a new adventure slip through her fingers?
Bryce Keller
July 31 2020
11:56pm
Bryce walked with Amorette, engaging in pleasant conversation until they reached her house. He watched as she unclipped Butterscotch and the dog launched himself away and through the small doggie door and into the house. He turned as she touched his hand for the leash as she thanked him and offered him the cup with the incredibly strong blood enchanted with the taste of chocolate. Bryce looked at the cup and then heard her question if she could do anything to return the gift of her having seen him take that first drink. Bryce paused to consider.
“Ma chere, There is but one thing I can think of.” He heard Amorette take a small breath. There it was again, a tension in the air between them that he was absolutely certain she could feel too. How could she not with as much as it seemed to press upon him. His hand allowed her the leash but then held onto her fingers. “I did not do this and I should have when you first gestured with this hand.” He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to the backs of Amorette’s fingers then noticed a small glint along her skin. He felt her start to try and draw her hand back but Bryce held firm and drew her sleeve up / little ways to see the scars on her wrist.
“Oh-oh.” His tone went quiet. Then he looked from her wrist and picked up the other, noticing the look of shame in her eyes. “Oh. I get it now. But you don’t have to feel like that. This is a part of your history and it shows that you once felt trapped with no way out.” There was a pain in his own eyes. “I understand. I do. But you need not be ashamed.” Bryce looked and leaned down to kiss those scars. “These are a part of you and you were hurting so much and felt so trapped. I would never see you in such a way.” He looked to the other wrist and kissed it just as firmly and even caring as the first. “Do not be troubled.” There was a look on her face that said she wasn’t.
“I want to stop before we go far because I’m scared but I want you too... I want to run my fingers through your hair and kiss you till our lips are swollen... I want to see sweat on your skin and know the way it tastes…” she finally spoke, her accent heavily skewing some of the words in a charming way. Bryce nodded his understanding. But he let go of her hands. “Then, as you wish, milady. I have never pushed against a woman’s wishes.” He then shook his head for emphasis. “I will not start now.” Her response only rocked him. Amorette breathed in and out a bit quickly, blushing still but trying to not show it. “Bryce... When I close my eyes... Just kiss me... kiss me with all you feel for me. Let me know....”
His eyes filled with compassion for her pain and longing to see those mental wounds healed. Bryce took her other hand. Feeling his heart begin to quicken. Watching her blink her eyes. Open, close, open, close. Then they remained closed. Bryce knew he had to show her, even if it did not last for a week, even if she would grow tired or he would and walk out, he knew this could be his only chance, or her chance. His hand let go of hers and cupped her cheek and without any more hesitation pressed his lips to hers. For all he had, she needed to know. She must know that he wasn’t afraid. He was reaching out to her for and trying to get her to understand that things could be better. That he would see good things in her life.
Amorette Cadière
August 1 2020
11:53am
“Oh? And what would that be?” She asked with that same cherub laced mona lisa style smile of hers. In a way she was somewhat ashamed of herself if she was honest, she’d never actually flirted before yet here she was, feeling very much like a human twenty two year old around a desirable partner. When had she suddenly become so… Soft? Honestly in almost three hundred years she’d never done this before and a large part of her mind was screaming at her to knock it off and act her age… Literally… While a smaller yet more insistent voice cried out for her to just do it for once… Her mind versus her femininity as a woman… What a hot mess this was… It only got worse when his actions seemed to move more into the positive reciprocation of her actions when he caught her fingers and that blush darkened to a perfect rose on her cheeks, her chest rising and falling in a beautiful rapid stucco as her heart raced like a hummingbird, pupils dilating in obvious pleasure of the moment… Of… Of all of it, really… She was being seen as a woman… Not an item or something to obsess over, to demand submission from, to control… But a desirable woman to a VERY desirable man…
It was all so beautiful… Damn near surreal… Lids falling half closed as she longed for this… The feel of his skin on hers… The slight coolness of his versus the warmth of her own… “Bryce…” She spoke almost too softly to be heard… Her lips parting in a way that said ‘kiss me’… But that all shattered like stained glass on the pavement when he noticed her scars and in that moment? There was instant shame… Panic… Her free hand rose to cover it as tears welled up in her eyes for the first time in… Perhaps since the moment she was turned… “Please don’t…” A desperate, heart breaking plea from her lips that he ignored and moved to kiss the very same place that she had opened up to bleed out her life so many years ago… She had no other option back then, she couldn’t run away far enough to be free of him, he had such control over her finances and would beat her every time he found her trying to save up to flee… He’d broken so many bones to keep her bed ridden and unable to escape because it gave him pleasure to do so… The only thing she could do? Was take her own life in a final bid of both control and righteous anger. A way to thwart him that couldn’t be undone…
Despite all this though the way he kissed along her scars, the warm compassion in those green eyes as he looked at her, the lack of any subterfuge or deviance in his eyes… He didn’t judge her… If anything it… It was almost as if he understood her… Understood the desperation that drives a person to that point… “I was in a… A horrible place back then… I didn’t have any other option… I’d.. I’d rather do it myself than wait for him to beat me to death… At least then I’d have control over my life…” Or death, in her case, but then again that had been taken from her too hadn’t it? A Tremere had turned her but abandoned her before she even woke from her death state. To say she was jaded and utterly warry of men in general outside of therapy was so on point that it could be the Polaris for how steady that part of her nature was… Yet even so?
Bryce was giving off every single sign that he was anything but like the other men she’d have drawn to her…
Attracting broken men like a magnet to fillings had always been her talent even when she was alive, they flocked to her to be fixed and took her time and patience, her energy and her emotions then flittered away when they were done. It had started with friends when she was younger and it didn’t change much as she aged which was why she decided to become a therapist, at least this way she was given the honor due for her work… Or would have if the world hadn’t been so backwards… In that moment she caved in to that smaller yet tempting voice in her mind, the one that told her to just try it for once, to give herself that chance… So she confessed that she wanted to but she didn’t want to jump in head first, she wanted to give herself the chance to do this completely, to take every step along the journey rather than sprint to crossroads to find the end faster. Not many men however willingly accept a womans request for them to go slow, many are all about getting them into bed, fucking them to their own pleasure and not hers, then walking out like it’s the most normal thing in the world…
She wanted…
Demanded…
Oh so, so much more than that.
“Si je deviens fou, je préférerais que ce soit avec toi ...” She whispered softly, almost too softly as she closed her eyes and gave him the opening to kiss her, to steal her breath… To break through the door she always had closed to intimacy and romance… In those moments she felt his hand come to cup her cheek and she found herself giving the smallest… Sweetest little whimper as she had that shiver trace up and down her spine like lightning… The roughness of his callouses from the labor he had done as a human were tough against her ermine soft skin… His cool hand against her warm skin… God how long his fingers were… The controlled strength in each tendon as his hand held her like she might shatter… Making her feel like she might just be delicate enough to do so in his hold… Her heart kept catching in her chest in a way she hadn’t even felt when she was still alive… Oh… This… This was… He… He was her living… Breathing… Sensual chocolate… Lips parting under his as he took it so slow and gentle… A true gentleman…
All it did was spark an unknown hunger in her…
“Bryce….” She whispered against his lips before she ran the tip of her tongue along his plush bottom lip, a silent entreaty for them to part, to give her access to his mouth… To stroke her tongue along his in a velveteen dance that shocked her with how her knees went weak… The taste of him and chocolate was like the old world absinthe and opium that they used to mix in elegant champagne glasses… Emerald and pearls dancing in a crystal cut brilliance as she felt him go right to her head and took her strength right out of her, her hands coming up along his chest to marvel at the extremely luscious physique… He was far from soft or pudgy but not overtly fit… Just enough to make her want to drag her tongue over his skin to feel each ridge and dip… Everything about this moment with him was racing in her veins with every push and pull of her heart until she felt like she was drowning. “Plus ... donne-moi plus ...” She stutter-breathed against his lips as she fumbled with the french latch on her door until it gave way and she caught his shirt collar in her hands and pulled her to him and into her house.
Once inside he might find it shocking at just how human it all was, the colors around them were softly feminine yet with just enough masculine to make it a gorgeous balance… Rare artifacts from all over the world decorated shelves from era’s long before she was even born that mixed in so beautifully with the more modern fixtures… Butterscotch laying in his dog bed on his back with tummy up and snoring… The soft sound of classics from the 20’s and 30’s playing from the gramophone in the corner… “Touchez moi...” Her hands were on his shirt as she undid the rest of his buttons from the collar down, eagerly reaching into his pants tops and pulling his shirt out of it, sliding her hands up his bare skin with a thick… Hungry… Purely feminine whimper. “Qu'est ce que tu es entrain de me faire...” Her lips were on his skin as she gave him full permission to undo her own silk suit, the buttons were easy to undo and the corset had a zipper closure that allowed it to fall off of her form easily… Revealing that the corset was simply a fashion accessory because it did nothing for her figure.. Her waist was already so little and her hips sweetly flared that she didn’t need it.
Of course… The sweet innocent color of that power suit did do one thing… It held the fact of what she was wearing beneath was anything BUT.
Crimson as blood and glowing with the sheen that only pure silk can it looked like a decadent triumph of sin on her pale as ivory skin, the bare cups with the straps over them couldn’t hide the pastel pink nipples that were puffy and hard… Begging for attention as she looked up at him as if she could… Would… Devour him heart and soul… Dragging him in by his belt she lead him to the couch and sat him down on it with a push of her hands that was both gentle yet strong before she straddled his still clothed lap, hands coming to rest on either side of his neck, the slight press of her thumbs as they stroked along his veins would have given him something of an incredibly enjoyable head rush. “Consume-moi ... Fais-moi oublier tout le monde sauf toi ...” She said thickly as she moved in to consume him and his decadently perfect kisses once more as she undulated her hips atop of him as her body remembered what it had not enjoyed in her entire existence… A part of her mind wondering if he could make her climax… What it might be like to have someone make her cum versus doing it herself…
Bryce Keller
August 1 2020
5:17pm
Bryce...couldn’t quite describe this feeling. This very feeling that he felt washing down his shoulders. The feeling was there, running down his arms and into his chest almost as vividly as if someone had dumped water down his head and it trailed down his body. That feeling was there. But what was it that gave him said feeling? Was it a rush of hormones? Blood circulation in his body that was busily priming all systems for what he was about to do? Perhaps some vestigial way the blood in his body prepped it’s circulatory system? If so, it hadn’t been used since he was mortal. But he wasn’t mortal anymore now was he? As one of the kindred he hadn’t been mortal for five hundred years. So why did he feel his cold body suddenly heat at her touch? Why did his nerve endings and synapses begin firing so wildly as she straddled his lap. Why did his brain signal his body to shudder at the soft French-flavored words she spoke? Five hundred years. Five hundred years! He had been dead during all that time. No better than a machine that moved. Made up of hundreds of moving parts but not a spark of life within any joint, any bone, or any of the flesh that made up his body.
Bryce, in all those years came to realize the truth. That the coldness in his body was not because he was technically dead, but because nothing had really made him feel alive. Not since Melanie. But she was gone. Disappeared as suddenly as she had entered his unlife. Her spirit, her energy had quickened his long cold limbs and heart. All of his body had grown stale since she had left. She had so seamlessly grafted into his life that when she left she had opened a hole that had allowed his spirit and even worse, his ability to care to drain out. It has been so many years since she left. Sometime after World War II. Sure, there had been little things that had piqued his curiosity since that time. Little things to keep him going. The invention of the phonograph, the radio, and then the record player. The latter had been an awakening. There was a certain old magic in putting that pin on the record and hearing that small bit of static before the music began. Hearing the classic jazz music playing inside of Amorette’s house reassured him that she would know of that old magic had he mentioned it to her. Ah, but this was no time to talk was it? Bryce it seems, had awakened Amorette’s body. And it awoke with a hunger that would not be denied. Not that Bryce was in any sort of mood to deny. The speed with which she had pulled him in, even now as she sat upon his lap and kissed him. He felt her tongue glide across his bottom lip, a silent yet flavored way to request entry. That she would find him so attractive was a wonder. He had never seen much beauty in the male form. It was built for work and to lend power to tasks. Perhaps that was what Amorette found so undeniable? She wished for his power to be unleashed? Could he? Could he remember? He opened his mouth to speak and she seized that opportunity to slip her tongue inside and to taste him. Bryce’s own tongue seemed slack at first but then the life she had lent his body seemed to have found his tongue and it picked up to start circling her own. Her taste was exquisite, granting him more life. Everywhere she touched seemed to warm the shell his body had become and he could suddenly feel warmth again. None moreso than where her tongue had graced his mouth. Yet it wasn’t enough. He needed more of the life that muscle offered.
So he did what it was in his vampire nature to do: he used his fangs and began to suck. No, no. He did not bite her tongue with either of those teeth. As enraptured as he was by her touch, he knew better than to risk blood bonding. Instead he ran the tips over her tongue. That soft mewling purr encouraged him. She’d gotten his teeth, now came the next part. His lips closed over her tongue and he began to suck. She had awakened a hunger within him that had been unanswered for far too long. Now he sucked at her muscle, his tongue slipped over hers, savoring her taste before his lips closed again over her muscle. “Amorette...” he whispered before kissing her again.
The kiss broke so that she could strip the shirt from his body and he heard her command to touch her, an order he had no problem fulfilling. He loved a woman who could give voice to what she wanted! He quickly unfastened the buttons of her jacket and looked up to give her kiss that ended quickly so he could undo the buttons of her shirt. What he saw when he felt her put her arms back and he jerked her shirt back as if shucking her of the material made his eyes go wide and a gasp form at his lips. The porcelain of her skin was covered, yet not covered by the sheen of silk. Red silk. And the material itself was not thick enough to hide the pale pink of her nipples. His long dormant cock now standing to attention within the confines of his pants yet he was sure she could feel it pressing with need against the inside of her thigh. “Par les étoiles ci-dessus, Amorette…” His eyes opened again to look at the incredible body she offered him. The curve of her breasts were perfect for her slender form. The nipples crowning those mounds were works of art. The pale pink of her areolas held a few bumps within their shaded circles while the nipples stood to attention. Ah, but dear Amorette had again misstepped with such a wonderful surprise under her suit. Perhaps she believed Bryce would be gentle with such a delicate fabric. But she had awakened the hungry beast within and with both hands he gripped the fabric that really only held the breasts at the sides, leaving the nipples free to be seen. The only saving grace that kept Bryce from ripping the material was that he simply didn’t have to. So he leaned his head in while moving his palms over those nipples then back again keeping the fabric of her top now well away from her breasts just in time for his tongue to circle the pigmented circle of her areola. Now that his mouth was secured to her breast, the right hand now moved to the small of Amoette’s back to press her further against him. Had she arched her back a little it would only serve to press her nipple further into his hungry mouth. Which was where her taut bud now found itself, his lips closing and opening over and over as he worked the mound deliciously. His cock, still hidden within the confines of his pants throbbed and flexed as it fought to be free.
His right hand still at her back he then used his left to take her hand and guide it to his pants. Or at least that was the idea. He looked when his hand didn’t touch her arm and saw hers already descending to his pants. So Bryce continued to run the tip of his fang over her nipple then with his tongue. A mix of hard and soft stimulation. He felt his belt unlatch and he reached for the zipper only for him to feel her other hand swat his away. He giggled, the vibration catching her nipple before he resumed taking it. Suddenly there was a rush of air and he felt his cock in her hands.
Bryce was not necessarily long, measuring at nearly nine inches but it was thick! Easily almost 2 full inches across. There was a small scattering of very short dark hair kept around the base of his manhood, the shaft itself was hairless along with his balls. Her fingers wrapped around it and he felt it flex in her grip. He was then surprised to feel her finger swirl around the head, leaving it wet and slick. Bryce gasped as the red-tinged precum already beginning to ooze from his slit. Oh no. She was taking control this time and that would not do at all. He could feel her want nearly wafting off of her and he knew it was time. So he reached with his right hand and undid the clasps of the bralette and let it fall away. If she wanted the prize of his cock she could wait for it. It had been too long a time since he had made love and he would not, under any circumstance, feel like they should race for the climax. “Stand up. Now.” The bass in his voice was firm, the slap upon her ass even moreso. Her weight shifted and she stood up enough to work her pants down over her hips and down her thighs. What he saw through the sheer silk panties worked another drop of fresh precum out so that it trailed down his cock. Bryce looked through the panties to his prize within. There was a small patch of down, very blonde, very fine that he could see within the red fabric. Her womanly lips themselves it appeared were kept hairless, waxed perhaps? He licked his lips an anticipation. Obviously Amorette was not keen to let go of all control, telling him to consume her. So he shifted his body down so his head could rest on the back of the couch at a better angle. He would indeed consume her, on that they were both on the same page. He then pulled her back to him then caught the fabric of her panties at the line where they separated then with both hands he took a side and ripped the crimson fabric away. Had she gasped at the want that had taken root within him that he would destroy the only barrier between her sex and his hungry, lust filled mouth? Yes. He would. And yes, she did. She had scars on her wrists and arms that did not all look self inflicted. Had there been a lover in her past that had hurt her? Is that why she had been so alone for so long? Had the sex not been good? Ah, but times were different then. Sex was a means to produce heirs. So long as the man had his pleasure and was able to cum, very little thought was given to the woman. Bryce had no idea if past lovers had been gentle, the scars showed that one or perhaps more had not been. He determined then and there that this would be about her pleasure. If none of her lovers had been gentle, then damn it, tonight she would see that not all men were incapable of feeling.
He helped guide her up so that her sex was in front of his face. “Je viex que tu viennes pour moi…” He spoke in her French dialect, again, demonstrating his mastery over the language. He could already see a faint reddish color over the lips of her sex and while it was awfully tempting to go in with his tongue and seek to overpower her senses with his licks, Bryce knew better than that. If Amorette had ever had a lover care to taste her sex, it was likely done with that in mind. Some all-out assault on the clitoris in a vain attempt to prove he was some pussy-eating master? No. That was not at all how to treat a lady. To caress her womanly folds with ones tongue required a delicate, caring touch. Allow her to anticipate what was coming. Let her warm up to it and then begin in earnest. He could almost smell her sex, the pheromones designed to heat a man’s blood were working only too good. So no, he did not begin with some vain attempt to dominate her core.
His lips instead went to her inner thigh. ”Tu es ma déesse et mérite une telle adoration…” More kisses followed his words. Then came a few whimsical licks of his tongue as his mouth feathered over the skin of her inner thigh. Not a trace of his teeth, this was softness meeting hers. Hard teeth and sharp points were not needed for this work. His tongue traced more lines all around his prize. No, an assault on her clitoris would not do at all. The lips of the vagina had many nerve endings within them and each of them deserved their due attention. So his lips kissed upon her thicker outer labia, his tongue gliding across the smooth and damp skin. He could taste a small amount of blood within her honey and he savored Amorette’s taste. She was a goddess, and worthy of much praise indeed. More kisses followed until his mouth pulled only slightly away, his tongue now pressing her as he circled all around her entrance. Even taking the time to play with her inner folds in an attempt to coax more of her honey out and into his mouth. ”Oui Amorette…” he smiled as he closed his eyes and pressed the flat of his tongue to her slick sex and came upwards to coat his tongue in her essence. His jaw held late day bristles that added textured feeling to her womanly lips and he could have sworn she jumped a little at the sensation. His lips now settled just above her clit, where he eyed that precious pearl. Yes indeed, it was it’s turn to get some attention. His mouth opened at long last and his tongue completed it’s journey. His mouth remaining open as he began to drink her in.
Amorette Cadière
August 1 2020
8:37pm
“Ne t'arrête pas…” She whispered thickly against his lips as he did something that no one else had ever done. He didn’t just kiss her, he KISSED her, made sensual passion spark through her veins like fireworks that had her more than seeing stars. He made her FEEL like a star and that? That was just with the way he kissed her back. It was a daily thing for her, to wake early and spend her time prepping for the night, enjoying what twilight she could while expending her own sort of magic to bring back the echoes of her humanity… Every day when she rose she restarted her heart, got the blood in her veins moving, enriching the blood and fueling her warmth and the flush of life to her skin… It was all because she still FELT human… She wasn’t going to let her Beast win, they were companions yes but she held the leash in her hand, she refused to give into it and instead made it listen to her… Even so? Never had she felt more human in all the years since her changing than she did in these moment. The rapid speeding of her heart like a panicked humming bird, the tingling along her skin that seemed to pool and swirl in her more intimate areas, swelling and building a pressure inside her that made her hunger for something more than sustenance… Even though the kiss was innocent enough her nipples were hardening under the silk of her suit and it made them ache, a newness to them that she had never experienced before, a heavy need… A desire to be touched…
Had anyone ever touched them?...
Good God… This… All of this… The firmness of his form that was so very unlike her own, those broad shoulders and the narrowing down to his waist, the long legs and… If she was honest… One incredibly attractive ass that she would gladly sink her nails into if she got the chance… Right now however she was more lost in that kiss when he began to return it, her hand fumbling for the door handle to let them in, she had a feeling this wouldn’t exactly be appreciated by her neighbors after all. Once within her home though she didn’t give him much chance to really look around, she was too busy bringing him to the couch with her where she dropped him before straddling him. The music was playing n the background… There was the enjoyable coolness of the room compared to the heat outside… The curtains were open but the sheer coverings were closed which gave them some measure of privacy for the most part… Something she couldn’t be bothered to increase in the moment honestly… The way her fingers moved over his body as she undid his shirt was like a blind person seeking to memorize something, snapping each button before with his help pulling it off of him… Her own suit jacket went next before he grazed his fangs over her tongue and she whimpered thickly, undulating her hips a bit harder down against him as her breath caught before speeding up, the trickle of need and excitement racing up and down her spine like iced lightning. Next went her shirt as she felt as though she were perhaps more of a passionate woman than she first gave herself credit for… What was it about him? What did he do that suddenly seemed to kindle dormant, never woken flames inside her? Was it his incredible good looks? The green of his eyes that reminded her of glens in the sunlight? His incredibly delicious physique? Or was it that under it all love had hurt him just as it had abandoned her… They had both suffered at the hands of another who was supposed to be there for them and yet here they were… Still standing for all that…
“Tu me fais me sentir belle ...” Her breath was short and sweet, her bare upper body clad in nothing more than rid silk bands of a bondage themed bralet, the garment more to show off her physique than any need to support perfectly perky breasts. Her nipples were the shade of soft pink roses with a slightly darker center that was deliciously spongy and enticed a hungering mouth to partake of the sweet berry of flesh, the smaller nodules around it a textualized treat for her partner, over all… A perfectly delicious treat. Now what came next? That did shock her and it showed in the way she jerked as he moved in to touch her breasts that made her stiffen only to shiver and hard under his hand… Eyes growing somewhat glassy as he moved his hand to support her back and it was like he had found some invisible thread to her mental armor and with one solid tug? Began to unravel it all. “Oh-! Oh mon dieu oui! Suce-suce-moi comme ça-!” She cried out in surrender as she began to just let herself free fall into him… While she was pretty untried? He seemed to be incredibly skilled… A master artisan and she was nothing more than putty in his hands… One hand reached up into his hair and mewled sweetly at how thick and soft it was, curling her fingers into it as she held him against her breast, her other hand over her mouth… Teeth biting into her finger as she ground down against him at the perfect assault he launched against her flesh… She bit harder until the incredibly delicious smelling blood… The moment it hit the air? It was like sugar cookies… Vanilla and butter… Warm brown sugar… The reason for her biting her finger hard enough to bring blood to the fore was obvious the next moment as she suddenly stiffened in his arms and without a doubt… The sweetest… Purest… Most angelic little cry could be heard as both hands found purchase in his hair as she bent over him and shook, breath catching in the back of her throat on the heels of each stuttered, shattered cry of pleasure.
What in the WORLD…
Floating among the stars she felt like nothing more than bits of pixie dust and pleasure floating on the abyss there as her entire body felt hot and utterly boneless… A creature reborn in pleasure as she nearly clung to him in a daze, hiccupping oh so damn sweetly stroking her fingers through his hair, slowly drifting down back into her body until she was within her bones once more… No one had ever made her cum before… And if she were honest? It was even hard to make HERSELF cum… Yet Bryce? Did it all just by suckling her… Oh Gods… She was not in a little pond but rather a massive unending and fathomless ocean… Knowing this though it didn’t stop her from reaching down towards the button and fly of his pants, wanting to touch him, to learn of the beast which she might tame… Eager even. For the first time in her life she wasn’t looking at the male sex organ as just that, an organ for procreation, for pleasure… Right now? It was a Cock. Bryce’s cock and she wanted desperately to wrap her hands around it and give him a climax of his own… “Bryce…” Oh it was a plea so saccharine and delicate that it would have made an angel sin but he didn’t give her the pleasure she sought out… Instead he lightly took her hand away from his cock and all she could do was whimper. “Please… I want to make you cum too…”
Then again…. Maybe she was REALLY overestimating herself here…
Thick? This was way more than thick, this was torpid and throbbing and in a word? MASSIVE. The biggest she had ever seen and that included the porno that she watched from time to time to help her… You know… Nervousness skittered along her veins like an erratic dragonfly, darting here and there but right behind it was that heat, something inside her made her feel that… While it would be far too big and likely turn her insides to soup? It would be worth every single moment… So with that in mind she wrapped her delicate, graceful fingers around his cock and quickly discovered that she needed to use both her hands to get around it all, one stroking slow and firm up and down the shaft while the other gathered up that ruby tinted sweetness and ran it over the head of his cock so she could stroke over it without pulling the delicate flesh. She was more than ready to take the reigns, she was a natural Domme leading Switch, all to eager to take a submissive lover and pleasure them beyond comprehension. Never before had she had a dominant… Her own nature was far too strong to attract one so this? Was a first… The command was firm and strong, the way that bass hit his voice made her shiver and want to comply, all the while the more domme leading side wanted to rebel… Would have if not for the slap to her ass…
That? Was a first.
Within a split second she yelped and scurried out of his lap and felt his hands on her hips, the way he pulled her bottoms down over her body and revealed the matching set, the panties so sheer they were simply a red transparent bit of cloth that hid nothing… A strawberry and cream pink mixture on her thighs that made her blush… Obvious evidence that he had made her cum and oh… Oh yes… She was quite embarrassed as she stood before him with her arms crossed behind her back a touch, an old habit perhaps from her human years, either way she was on display and her cheeks were as pink as the evidence of her pleasure… Her mons? Were kept closely clipped and beautifully shaped so that they complimented her body shape, the sweet nether lips were utterly bare by magic that allowed her to grow and remove hair where ever she wanted to on her body… Obviously she took care with her appearance even if no one but herself was able to appreciate it…
Her submissive nature could only last so long before she had him moving down on the couch. Her words? Simple. To consume her. To teach her pleasure again. “Bryce…” Again his name fell from her lips like a broken plea for something she couldn’t dare ask for by name… “Please… S'il te plaît, fais-moi jouir à nouveau…” As to her past lovers? There were perhaps at most? Four… Maybe five… Her human husband who raped her and beat her until she killed herself… The Tremere who found her and taught her though sex was more about him than it was about her… Not that she knew the difference… A Toreador who became obsessed with her and wanted to control her. Break her… He had nearly ended her immortal life when she had told him it was over… Then a Malkavian woman wo was followed by a LaSombra woman… Both of which had ended well but they wanted her for her mind and her support more than her body so… No… No one had really bothered… It was either about them or less about sex and more about intimacy and support… It had towards the last century or so she began to believe she was cursed and just gave up the pursuit for anything really… She wasn’t missing much, right?
APARENTLY SHE WAS!
“Oh mon Dieu Oui- Cela fait- Alors ... Si bon ... Oh mon Dieu ... Oh mon Dieu-“ She gasped and writhed atop of his face as he began to lap at her plump apricot shaped lips until she began to tremble and shake atop of him. “Bryce- Please-… Ohmigod-… Don’t-… Don’t stop-“ She panted as her head fell back to her shoulders as she began to play with one of her breasts before the other burried itself in his hair as she began to rock atop of him, her soft little pleas, the whimpering mewls of need began to change… To get sharper… Sweeter… Higher as he slipped from her outer pillows to the perfect little split between… Two little petals was all that lay between them, short and beautiful as they framed her core before ending just beneath her clit, like a natural guide formed from her very body… Within a moment he was easing her body to feed him from her rich pot of pleasure, her taste was heady and addictive, sweet like caramel with a touch of anise and honey… An addictive sort of spicy sweetness that would have driven a mortal man crazy… Combine that with the natural drug of her blood laced through it? It was like heroine… It would hit his system and give him a feeling of such intense euphoria, like that perfect drunk where everything in the world is perfect, that ideal high from hashish that lets you float along and see how beautiful reality truly was… And all of this? Was just how she was Naturally… No guise or masking. No spells to make it so… This was just Amorette down to her barest of bones…. “OH MON DIEU BAISANT!” Was all she could do when he opened his mouth over her pearl and literally took her legs from her as she fell over the back of the couch to try and hold herself up as that wickedly skilled mouth worked in tandem with the sharp perfection of the prickly facial hair. “Noooo! No- Wait!-“
His hands were hooped about her hips as he held her down to him so she couldn’t run… Couldn’t flee… Couldn’t even wriggle away… “Pas! Je vais jouir! Attendre! Attendre! Nooooooooon!” She begged him then and her pleas were so urgent and absolutely addictive as they fell from her lips, her nails digging into the backs of his hands till her perfectly shaped nails broke his skin but that, that was lost on her… It was all smoke and dust… “BRYCE!!!” She almost screamed his name as she found herself loosing control… Forced to surrender to an unknown force… A sensation she had never felt as she didn’t just cum…
She Squirted…
He could drown on her if he wanted to, the delicately pink, almost rosewater colored juices that came out of her were far more saccharine than ambrosia… A nectar for her lover that would make a God jealous as she cried out with a quiver to her voice, each spasm of her core feeding him more and more of that addictive cum as she fell over the couch and her thighs clenched about his head, tears falling from her eyes as she jerked and spasmed with each hard hit of pleasure that rocked her body from her core down into every bone in her body. Whe
July 29 2020
12:46pm
Let it not be said of her that she wasn’t somewhat mischievous. There were times in life when a playful prank was the best thing in the world for someone, a reminder not to take life or themselves too seriously, a mood breaker to show that the world? Was still here. Still spinning. That tomorrow? Was going to come and to not let the now? Be their all. However? The LAST thing she would do would be to tamper with someone’s blood and make it so that they became ill. Her pranks were more… Good natured… Things like mice popping out of cupboards or water propped over the top of a door frame to spill on someone… Her favorite had been a candle prank where it started off smelling like apple pie before it morphed into the scent of raw sewage and everyone was running around trying to find the source. In general? Yes. She was mischievous at times but never in a harmful manner. Most especially not around blood because that? It was more than just a food source, it was like the batteries that propelled them through life, when such was abused? The effects could be disastrous… A vampire might starve themselves in fear of another trauma or give into their Beast and frenzy and harm both themselves and others as well as risking the fall of the Masquerade itself.
The words to give it a moment was for him to understand just what she had been getting at. She believed the closer that one stays to their humanity the better they can survive this world and the existence they were bound to. Mortality was… The reason behind eternity. It was what kept them sane and thriving, at least that was her belief, she didn’t see the kine as chattel to be herded and fed upon. Instead she saw them as a vital assistant in her existence, like how placebo and blood transfusions keep people alive, so too did the blood they offered up save her own life. It was in the pursuit of her own human ties that she had worked on flavoring the blood after the idea she had picked up from Amelia. It was out of the blue yet utterly brilliant and she had basically began to spend all her spare time looking through spells and various incantations to assist with it… As well as getting specific blood types, for this one it had been a local chocolatier so the memory of the complex tastes and sensations were rich in the memory of his blood, allowing her to get a much clearer recreation and so far? She was VERY pleased with the results and given that this stranger beside her was about to try a sample? Oh of course her eager mind was more than a little excited to see his reaction. Of course… If she had known the threat in his mind she probably would have… You know… Sat farther away on the bench. Thankfully she was unaware as they sat within a comfortably close distance from each other, her warm body easily washing over to him, her very breath sweetly scented as she embraced the ability to be as human as she could be.
Slowly she saw the reaction roll over his face and she felt her heart swell with joy for him, for his happiness, for what he was getting to experience. She didn’t so much as say a word, instead she just smiled up at him like an angel straight out of heaven for him, the brightness in her eyes and the genuine smile on her lips were too pure to be for this world. Truly in her heart she felt like she had done a good thing because if there was one thing she felt was more precious than money or power? Was the ability to Experience. When you live for hundreds of years you begin to lose track of what was good, what made your senses dance, your heart throb or skip… The feeling of silk beneath your fingers becomes no different than concrete… The glittering brilliance of the night sky or the reverberating beauty of a note as it fades into silence. It was the loss of those precious small things that give the Beast in each of them more power as the centuries passed until there wasn’t a reason to even pretend to be human and simply embrace the true death. In a way?... This felt like she had been able to give him back a part of his humanity…
She gave him something New.
Priceless.
In return though it wasn’t as if she gained nothing. She was able to relive it through proxy with his reactions, remembering how it had tasted the first time it had graced her own tongue, the revelation of such newness… It made her heart weep sweet tears inside her own soul as she sat by, a silent companion through his journey, enjoying it as much as he himself was. As he began to try to speak her stance was patient and silent, she gave him time and silence to process, to take in the entire moment for everything that it was. With those compliments though she blushed a touch and laughed softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear before she’d get into her purse and pull out a baby wipe, honesty she believed in no small measure that those things were little squares of magic. “Maybe.” She felt neither envy or hatred for any house that existed but rather she believed that all of them had the potential to change the world and themselves if they wished. Every vampire was untapped potential… A world within them that so few ever tried to access… “Oh don’t thank me… I was able to live vicariously with you in that moment. I was given a precious gift to see how someone embraces the sensations of something new like this. This is my attempt to… I suppose to bring the magic back to our lives.” The wonder of something new… The awe felt at human discovery… The simple pleasures in the smallest things…
The topic of dogs and protection came up and she had one of her many moments when she asked something before puzzling the answer out in her own head and waved it off. It was something she had a habit of doing when she was alive and admittedly that very same habit was still retained even to this day. It wasn’t too complicated to puzzle out his reasons for wanting the companion and his answer had been one well suited to give a breeder or shelter because that was why many people got dogs in the first place. Home protection. Instead she spoke on how many of the modern conveniences are quite amazing and make being a vampire much easier than perhaps any other time since the beginning of Cain. “Perhaps so. Honestly I myself find technology a brilliant handicap. Its made it easier for us to live but it’s also taken so much magic out of the world that it’s hard to tell if it’s really a blessing or a curse. As it is I am struggling to find a technological solution to my own problem and it’s frustrating. What I want hasn’t been created yet that I am aware of so it’s almost impossible to even explain.” She said with a sigh as she let out a puff of air that blew her bangs up for a moment before they settled.
With her luck the conversation changed and she was more than happy to give him the information on the dog fair to be taking place tomorrow night, if he got a dog from there the funds all went to a good cause and he’d be able to take home a companion of his own, the whole transaction benefiting everyone in the situation. Of course talking about Butterscotch always brightened her mood and she was easily smiling and back to her bright self as if the frustration of a few moments before had completely been whisked away. Now, normally? She wouldn’t have corrected someone on her title, Miss, Mrs, Ma’am? She didn’t mind at all in any form but with him? She felt that she wanted him to know that she wasn’t some untouched or untried little thing who didn’t know the ins and outs of the world between men and women. A curious thing for her to be sure and she would explore those thoughts at a later time in the night. “Oh don’t mourn for him, he was a very mentally and physically unstable individual, back in those days a woman had no choice in who she married as it was typically arranged by her parents. He was a rich merchant and my family needed funds.” The smile that time though was bitter and sad, obviously married life had not been good for her, indeed just the memory of Albert made her want to go to his gravestone and spit on it.
Focusing on the positive moment she was in as she told him in no uncertain terms that berating himself because those around him didn’t see his field as a worthwhile venture was foolish. She meant it when she said that code was basically the language of the gods. It commuted over in every language no matter what it was, if it ran software there was code, be it in video games to the complex mathematical output to send a shuttle into space. “Not too forward no, thank you very much for the compliment, when one is not a diamond it is best to cultivate other gardens.” Another warm smile spread on her lips as she spoke what might be impossible for others to believe. She? Didn’t think of herself as beautiful in appearance. “Though I would be cautious of how things are worded lest someone think your flirting.”
Mr. Bryce had all of her attention and then some though she certainly did her best to keep that from becoming anywhere near apparent. Sadly though she knew Butterscotch was going to end up completely wiped out and that it was time to go. No matter how much she enjoyed the conversation and his company? Life called. “Thank for you that Mr. Bryce, truly. It’s a bit disheartening to have so many people look down on you just because of your sire. It isn’t as if we ourselves get to choose after all.” Just as a child has no choice in their parents or financial situation neither does the human turned vampire. The way he seemed to hinge again on her title though that… That made her smile at him in a way that was again quite mysterious, meaning everything and nothing all at once while those grey blue eyes of hers sparkled even in the low light. “I think I would like to get to know you a bit more too I confess… As to my title people often think of a Miss as untried and innocent, like they are somehow incapable of understanding the deeper or more complex variations found in life, as if being under a grunting male somehow grants you wisdom you were forbidden to have until a man graces your body with his.” She couldn’t help the eye roll that followed those words, it made her so frustrated even to this very day that for some reason a woman isn’t given any respect or weight as an individual unless a man marries them. “Forgive the bitterness in those words, I was not a happily married woman of my time and I confess I did not appreciate it then, no more than I do now.” Ah there was a warm, soft laugh that followed closely on the heels of that, her smile was chiding but more so internally to herself.
A sudden rumble and a snap…
A flash…
Had she just been struck by lightning or something? The moment he took her fingers she felt something like the shock one gets when touching a live wire or strong battery. It was more than enough to make her almost take her hand away because in all her life that? Had NEVER happened. The kiss to her knuckles was incredibly warm despite his vampiric nature and it made her own pumping heart skitter about in her chest and a blush to rise to her cheeks as she smiled at him and this time? Nothing about it was mysterious but rather it was wholly and entirely enchanting as it showed a genuine enjoyment of the moment and his actions therein. However she had no idea that Bryce struggled wither in her suit. Admittedly? It was skin tight but she had dressed in it for her realtor who was a bit of a… Well… Slimeball… A useful one though as he was always eager to get all of the work done quickly so he might linger and try to get lucky. She always sent him packing though and today had been no different. Then again if she could have known… It might have done wonders for her own confidence to be sure. She was considered a bit too slender by Parisian standards of the age when a woman had to be a bit thicker to survive child birth. In todays terms though? She was a pawg with a nice firm bust that didn’t need much if any help from a bra to maintain their shape. What she did know? Was that it wasn’t one sided because Bryce was the most decadent mouthful she’d had the chance to be around since before she was even turned.
As for Butterscotch? Let’s just say that he didn’t snitch on him but that didn’t mean the smart corgi wasn’t aware of what was going on either. After all chemistry was there for all animals be them two or four legged. “I look forward to seeing you there, Mr. Bryce.” She said as indeed she was trying to drag it out as long as she could before… Well… She gave him an opening to make the night last a little longer… The leash in her hand easily found itself into his own as she in turn would gently rest her hand in the crook of his arm and now that they were so close? He would be able to catch the smell of her skin, the unique perfume that was hers and hers alone, a mix of peony and mandarin blossoms with a hint of black coriander and anise. Rich… Sweet… Heady but far from overpowering or cloying. “It’s a little bit of a walk but not too far. I just moved to the area myself. Are you also local?” She asked gently without being invasive or making him feel pressed to give her an answer. She did however hope that he did because it meant there was a very good chance that they could run into each other a bit more often… Perhaps share walks to the dog park after he adopted one of his own?... True she was in NO hurry to rush this, she couldn’t remember a time feeling so attracted to someone, she wanted to drag it out… To savor the anticipation and need… The heavy heat in her veins….
Bryce Keller
July 30 2020
12:47pm
Bryce started walking with the leash in his hand and listened as Amorette shut off the music that was playing. “I will be there, I have something in mind too but I also don’t want to get my hopes up in case a German shepherd isn’t available.” He said in passing. Now that they were even closer together with her arm in his he could smell the scent of her skin. Vampire senses were very acute and given her close proximity there was no doubt that the scent teasing his nose was the one coming off of Amorette. It was floral, he could tell that much but he had never been a gardener so the exact scents were lost on him.
He did find it altogether lovely though. What fortune had he struck that he should find this woman tonight? That for so long he had gotten used to being solitary, and now he found Miss Cotiere and she was enchanting. The suit she wore was finely tailored and hugged every curve of her body well. The look of her hair and the French accent, yes, physically she cut a fine specimen of what would be considered a knockout. All of this was all well and good on its own, but the biggest attraction Bryce felt was what he had first noticed about her during their conversation - her mind. So often the term “razor-sharp” was applied to any number of sharp objects. So much so that it was almost over used. However, as a description it was very appropriate for Amorette’s mind. She was incredibly sharp and if Bryce was truthful, he felt he had to stay on his toes with her.
”She already makes me reach for something better. A better me. How long have I been low and unable or unwilling to try and find better? I buried myself in my work. Like I have always done.” Bryce thought to himself. He turned a glance her way to see her looking right at him. It was her eyes that caught him. There wasn’t a question within them. At least he was reasonably sure. Did she want to be let in? Then she jokingly said someone could get the idea that he was flirting. Bryce smirked a boyish grin. “Well, we wouldn’t want that now would we?” Did he want to let her in? To tell her about himself? Perhaps speaking with her would not be a bad idea. She was a therapist by trade and he did have a lot of baggage he wished to be done with. All that he said would be held in confidence. “You said you are a therapist by trade? I think perhaps I would like to speak with you.” He said as they started to walk from the park. “I also couldn’t help but think of what the title miss implies and I would not dare suggest you are somehow incomplete without a man. You are your own person Amorette. And whoever you take as a lover or companion or even if you decide to take one at all is entirely your choice. You are no less legitimate either way.”
It was nice, it was well spoken and it was kinda truthful. Not nearly as honest as Bryce would have liked though. He found himself wishing she would choose a companion, and that he could provide a suitable option. Perhaps a little flirting would help ease that along. “Being under a grunting male would have no bearing on who you are. I believe a woman on top is a good thing.” A little hammy perhaps but also a valid point. “And yes, I am local. I have a private complex on Ferris road. It’s that winding road by Harper’s Creek if you’ve been up that way. I sit on 5 acres all around. You could come up there some night. There’s plenty of room for Butterscotch. Hell, you could bring ten more dogs if you wanted. I have some gardens I’ve just had planted. I love the smell of night-blooming jasmine. No idea how to maintain it but I have a gardener.”
Amorette Cadière
July 30 2020
7:27pm
“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that to much. They just finished K9 training camp and the shepherds who didn’t pass muster are going up for adoption. I’m hoping to find a few who didn’t pass service training, that’s how I came across Butterscotch, he was a failed trainee because he couldn’t keep himself from rolling in… Unpleasant things…” She said with a bright and warm laugh that was as close to sunshine as perhaps any vampire might get as she looked across to her sweet corgi puppers running about like he was herding the bigger dogs as if they were cattle. Oh yes… He had a thing for rolling in God knew what most times and she had to give him more baths than she had fingers and toes at this point but considering that was his one drawback? He was a blessing to her and he helped alleviate her deep abiding loneliness… It never used to be as bad as it was lately but she was coming up close to being three hundred years old and for the last two hundred? She had been alone, going from place to place, drifting all over Europe as a therapist. Moving from one place to another when she got too old to pass for her looks and the cosmetic tricks she used to age her appearance. All that time she kept herself busy but as the world advanced in technology and human relationships were even shorter and easier to get involved in she felt… Locked out… Cold on a winter street as she walked along snow piled sidewalks and looked into houses and shops with warm smiling faces and bright furnishings that drew the eye and the heart…
You’d never know just how lonely she was by looking at her or even talking to her. As someone who spent three hundred years (or just about) caring for other people you learn to put all your own fears, concerns, heartbreak and sadness well away from your person so it doesn’t drift into work. You can look back at it to give you empathy and understanding but the two must never mix… Like Clorox and ammonia if they ever collided the outcome would be fatal for all involved. As such she always kept in the dark but it was certainly getting a touch harder to keep it at the distance she used to. Perhaps it was time to go visit one of those… Locations… A place to let go while remaining anonymous… Where no one judges you or cares about your name… When the only goal is one of two things… Pleasure… Or Pain…
Such thoughts were shoved to the side though as she took his arm when he took Butter’s leash from her and committed herself to the Now, the Here, the moment she existed in. His arm was surprisingly solid beneath her fingers, she had thought perhaps he was just a slender, broad shouldered man turned in his late twenties at most… Apparently she could be mislead by the physique of others because the firmness of his forearm alone caught her by surprise and she took that moment to hide a blush on her cheeks and compose herself again. Honestly she was being something of a goose now wasn’t she? He was really quite handsome with a jawline that stretched on longer than eternity and sharper than a razor, the cleft in his chin was delicious too, a rare feature not often seen on men. The thing that truly sunk her was his hair though, the color of summer wheat and dark ale, the slight curl to it and just how Long it was… Oh she wanted to touch it, run her fingers through it, grab it and hold him still for a ki-… AMORETTE! She said sharply to herself as she gave herself a mental shake and just blamed the mood on the moon and nothing more. “Not if you want my services no!” Her words were a bright and cheerful bubble as she laughed softly through the whole thing, obviously enjoying their conversation as they walked and for a moment… She felt something again, that same spark but a bit sweeter, a warm sigh passing her lips and an even softer smile gracing the corners of her cherubic lips. “I am indeed, my father was one of the few therapists in the seventeenth century, we worked on several books together on the illnesses of the mind and the common misconceptions of it. It’s been the grandest passion of my life without fault.” Though his words on wanting to see her professionally had her nodding her head. “Of course. I am free tomorrow after the dog adoption if you want to come to my house for a session? I do have a private study for those who need privacy.” Meaning those who were high profile and couldn’t be seen going to a therapists office or anywhere near where a mental assistance facility might be found.
He did however cause a brow of hers to raise at his words and another one of her mysterious smiles flitting across her lips. “How Very forward thinking for a man of your age, Mr. Bryce, that is terrifically refreshing.” The feminist movement was stronger now than it had ever been before yet the same blockades and old habits hung on the air like acrid smoke that never truly left. Women were fight and men just… For the most part? Didn’t care. Their primary involvement was usually to claim they were not sexist while maintaining the same internal structure that limited a woman’s options for both advancement and power. That? Went nothing into the sheer difference in the pay scale. “I find that many of my old… Irritants… From life still linger about me despite my attempts to shed them like unwanted layers. I suppose it’s harder to shake them down when they crop up so often. You wouldn’t believe the amount of patients I have had who have only come to see me because of my looks and not care a whit for what I said.” Ugh… She had MORE than a few who had simply chosen her for her looks and then spent their time on their phones or became violent and either left or had to be taken away. Not ALL of them were like that of course but… More than enough to make her a touch on the… Acidic side of views.
” Oh mon Dieu!” She blurted out in flawless, romantic french even as her lips donned the most adorable of smiles and her eyes crinkled shut just a touch on the corners as that smile reached all the way to her eyes and shone from her soul. “Une femme au top en effet! Vous Rogue!” Oh the bright, bubbly peals of laughter that sprung forth from the deep wellspring of her joy, her mirth and her joie de vie. It was addictive and infectious, it made people smile when they heard it, brightened days and moods alike as she carefully wiped the tears from her eyes as she had been forced to stop as she doubled over in laughter. “Forgive me, forgive me-“ She said between bouts of laughter that shook her frame as she struggled with it. “I’m sorry I just-… I doubt there is a man alive who doesn’t like a woman on top. No work and a great view while they reap all the benefits.” The giggle of mirth was still in her voice as she cleared her throat and dabbed at her eyes before linking her hand around his arm and they’d continue walking. “Ah… Isn’t that the modern construction from what… Mid 2010’s or so? I remember passing it on my search for houses, the land is amazing, did I see correctly and there is a sizeable creek on the property?” She asked as they drew closer to her house and she wished she had lived a little bit farther. “Butterscotch would love it… So would I.” Cheeks flushing a bit in that adorable blush she had as they had just… A small way left to walk and she found herself taking her steps a bit shorter than she would have alone. “You should try Japanese honeysuckle… They bloom day ad night so the perfume builds up beautifully… I have some starts I can bring you? One of my talents as a Tremere is plant related…I believe herbs still have a vital part in our lives, even undead the effects of herbal scents and oils can still be enjoyed and benefited from.”
Before she wanted to be they were at her house and she reached down to unhook Butterscotch’s leash and he bolted into the house through the doggy door at the front before she heard him run out into the back yard and the sharp squeaks of his dog toy being chewed on. “Thank you for being a gentleman and walking me home…” And it had all happened much too fast. With gentle hands she reached for the leash in his hands and she still wondered at the shock she felt at their bare flesh touching, the way it made her blush and her unnecessary breath catch in her chest, making her question the strange mystery of it… “You can keep the container… You made me unbelievably happy when I got to share that experience with you first hand. It was a gift of untold wonder… Is there anything you’d like that I can do to return the present of your experience?” A very quiet… Subtle… Feather light even,… Opening for him to… Pursue if he wished. She was being stupid she knew but on the same hand how could she let a new adventure slip through her fingers?
Bryce Keller
July 31 2020
11:56pm
Bryce walked with Amorette, engaging in pleasant conversation until they reached her house. He watched as she unclipped Butterscotch and the dog launched himself away and through the small doggie door and into the house. He turned as she touched his hand for the leash as she thanked him and offered him the cup with the incredibly strong blood enchanted with the taste of chocolate. Bryce looked at the cup and then heard her question if she could do anything to return the gift of her having seen him take that first drink. Bryce paused to consider.
“Ma chere, There is but one thing I can think of.” He heard Amorette take a small breath. There it was again, a tension in the air between them that he was absolutely certain she could feel too. How could she not with as much as it seemed to press upon him. His hand allowed her the leash but then held onto her fingers. “I did not do this and I should have when you first gestured with this hand.” He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to the backs of Amorette’s fingers then noticed a small glint along her skin. He felt her start to try and draw her hand back but Bryce held firm and drew her sleeve up / little ways to see the scars on her wrist.
“Oh-oh.” His tone went quiet. Then he looked from her wrist and picked up the other, noticing the look of shame in her eyes. “Oh. I get it now. But you don’t have to feel like that. This is a part of your history and it shows that you once felt trapped with no way out.” There was a pain in his own eyes. “I understand. I do. But you need not be ashamed.” Bryce looked and leaned down to kiss those scars. “These are a part of you and you were hurting so much and felt so trapped. I would never see you in such a way.” He looked to the other wrist and kissed it just as firmly and even caring as the first. “Do not be troubled.” There was a look on her face that said she wasn’t.
“I want to stop before we go far because I’m scared but I want you too... I want to run my fingers through your hair and kiss you till our lips are swollen... I want to see sweat on your skin and know the way it tastes…” she finally spoke, her accent heavily skewing some of the words in a charming way. Bryce nodded his understanding. But he let go of her hands. “Then, as you wish, milady. I have never pushed against a woman’s wishes.” He then shook his head for emphasis. “I will not start now.” Her response only rocked him. Amorette breathed in and out a bit quickly, blushing still but trying to not show it. “Bryce... When I close my eyes... Just kiss me... kiss me with all you feel for me. Let me know....”
His eyes filled with compassion for her pain and longing to see those mental wounds healed. Bryce took her other hand. Feeling his heart begin to quicken. Watching her blink her eyes. Open, close, open, close. Then they remained closed. Bryce knew he had to show her, even if it did not last for a week, even if she would grow tired or he would and walk out, he knew this could be his only chance, or her chance. His hand let go of hers and cupped her cheek and without any more hesitation pressed his lips to hers. For all he had, she needed to know. She must know that he wasn’t afraid. He was reaching out to her for and trying to get her to understand that things could be better. That he would see good things in her life.
Amorette Cadière
August 1 2020
11:53am
“Oh? And what would that be?” She asked with that same cherub laced mona lisa style smile of hers. In a way she was somewhat ashamed of herself if she was honest, she’d never actually flirted before yet here she was, feeling very much like a human twenty two year old around a desirable partner. When had she suddenly become so… Soft? Honestly in almost three hundred years she’d never done this before and a large part of her mind was screaming at her to knock it off and act her age… Literally… While a smaller yet more insistent voice cried out for her to just do it for once… Her mind versus her femininity as a woman… What a hot mess this was… It only got worse when his actions seemed to move more into the positive reciprocation of her actions when he caught her fingers and that blush darkened to a perfect rose on her cheeks, her chest rising and falling in a beautiful rapid stucco as her heart raced like a hummingbird, pupils dilating in obvious pleasure of the moment… Of… Of all of it, really… She was being seen as a woman… Not an item or something to obsess over, to demand submission from, to control… But a desirable woman to a VERY desirable man…
It was all so beautiful… Damn near surreal… Lids falling half closed as she longed for this… The feel of his skin on hers… The slight coolness of his versus the warmth of her own… “Bryce…” She spoke almost too softly to be heard… Her lips parting in a way that said ‘kiss me’… But that all shattered like stained glass on the pavement when he noticed her scars and in that moment? There was instant shame… Panic… Her free hand rose to cover it as tears welled up in her eyes for the first time in… Perhaps since the moment she was turned… “Please don’t…” A desperate, heart breaking plea from her lips that he ignored and moved to kiss the very same place that she had opened up to bleed out her life so many years ago… She had no other option back then, she couldn’t run away far enough to be free of him, he had such control over her finances and would beat her every time he found her trying to save up to flee… He’d broken so many bones to keep her bed ridden and unable to escape because it gave him pleasure to do so… The only thing she could do? Was take her own life in a final bid of both control and righteous anger. A way to thwart him that couldn’t be undone…
Despite all this though the way he kissed along her scars, the warm compassion in those green eyes as he looked at her, the lack of any subterfuge or deviance in his eyes… He didn’t judge her… If anything it… It was almost as if he understood her… Understood the desperation that drives a person to that point… “I was in a… A horrible place back then… I didn’t have any other option… I’d.. I’d rather do it myself than wait for him to beat me to death… At least then I’d have control over my life…” Or death, in her case, but then again that had been taken from her too hadn’t it? A Tremere had turned her but abandoned her before she even woke from her death state. To say she was jaded and utterly warry of men in general outside of therapy was so on point that it could be the Polaris for how steady that part of her nature was… Yet even so?
Bryce was giving off every single sign that he was anything but like the other men she’d have drawn to her…
Attracting broken men like a magnet to fillings had always been her talent even when she was alive, they flocked to her to be fixed and took her time and patience, her energy and her emotions then flittered away when they were done. It had started with friends when she was younger and it didn’t change much as she aged which was why she decided to become a therapist, at least this way she was given the honor due for her work… Or would have if the world hadn’t been so backwards… In that moment she caved in to that smaller yet tempting voice in her mind, the one that told her to just try it for once, to give herself that chance… So she confessed that she wanted to but she didn’t want to jump in head first, she wanted to give herself the chance to do this completely, to take every step along the journey rather than sprint to crossroads to find the end faster. Not many men however willingly accept a womans request for them to go slow, many are all about getting them into bed, fucking them to their own pleasure and not hers, then walking out like it’s the most normal thing in the world…
She wanted…
Demanded…
Oh so, so much more than that.
“Si je deviens fou, je préférerais que ce soit avec toi ...” She whispered softly, almost too softly as she closed her eyes and gave him the opening to kiss her, to steal her breath… To break through the door she always had closed to intimacy and romance… In those moments she felt his hand come to cup her cheek and she found herself giving the smallest… Sweetest little whimper as she had that shiver trace up and down her spine like lightning… The roughness of his callouses from the labor he had done as a human were tough against her ermine soft skin… His cool hand against her warm skin… God how long his fingers were… The controlled strength in each tendon as his hand held her like she might shatter… Making her feel like she might just be delicate enough to do so in his hold… Her heart kept catching in her chest in a way she hadn’t even felt when she was still alive… Oh… This… This was… He… He was her living… Breathing… Sensual chocolate… Lips parting under his as he took it so slow and gentle… A true gentleman…
All it did was spark an unknown hunger in her…
“Bryce….” She whispered against his lips before she ran the tip of her tongue along his plush bottom lip, a silent entreaty for them to part, to give her access to his mouth… To stroke her tongue along his in a velveteen dance that shocked her with how her knees went weak… The taste of him and chocolate was like the old world absinthe and opium that they used to mix in elegant champagne glasses… Emerald and pearls dancing in a crystal cut brilliance as she felt him go right to her head and took her strength right out of her, her hands coming up along his chest to marvel at the extremely luscious physique… He was far from soft or pudgy but not overtly fit… Just enough to make her want to drag her tongue over his skin to feel each ridge and dip… Everything about this moment with him was racing in her veins with every push and pull of her heart until she felt like she was drowning. “Plus ... donne-moi plus ...” She stutter-breathed against his lips as she fumbled with the french latch on her door until it gave way and she caught his shirt collar in her hands and pulled her to him and into her house.
Once inside he might find it shocking at just how human it all was, the colors around them were softly feminine yet with just enough masculine to make it a gorgeous balance… Rare artifacts from all over the world decorated shelves from era’s long before she was even born that mixed in so beautifully with the more modern fixtures… Butterscotch laying in his dog bed on his back with tummy up and snoring… The soft sound of classics from the 20’s and 30’s playing from the gramophone in the corner… “Touchez moi...” Her hands were on his shirt as she undid the rest of his buttons from the collar down, eagerly reaching into his pants tops and pulling his shirt out of it, sliding her hands up his bare skin with a thick… Hungry… Purely feminine whimper. “Qu'est ce que tu es entrain de me faire...” Her lips were on his skin as she gave him full permission to undo her own silk suit, the buttons were easy to undo and the corset had a zipper closure that allowed it to fall off of her form easily… Revealing that the corset was simply a fashion accessory because it did nothing for her figure.. Her waist was already so little and her hips sweetly flared that she didn’t need it.
Of course… The sweet innocent color of that power suit did do one thing… It held the fact of what she was wearing beneath was anything BUT.
Crimson as blood and glowing with the sheen that only pure silk can it looked like a decadent triumph of sin on her pale as ivory skin, the bare cups with the straps over them couldn’t hide the pastel pink nipples that were puffy and hard… Begging for attention as she looked up at him as if she could… Would… Devour him heart and soul… Dragging him in by his belt she lead him to the couch and sat him down on it with a push of her hands that was both gentle yet strong before she straddled his still clothed lap, hands coming to rest on either side of his neck, the slight press of her thumbs as they stroked along his veins would have given him something of an incredibly enjoyable head rush. “Consume-moi ... Fais-moi oublier tout le monde sauf toi ...” She said thickly as she moved in to consume him and his decadently perfect kisses once more as she undulated her hips atop of him as her body remembered what it had not enjoyed in her entire existence… A part of her mind wondering if he could make her climax… What it might be like to have someone make her cum versus doing it herself…
Bryce Keller
August 1 2020
5:17pm
Bryce...couldn’t quite describe this feeling. This very feeling that he felt washing down his shoulders. The feeling was there, running down his arms and into his chest almost as vividly as if someone had dumped water down his head and it trailed down his body. That feeling was there. But what was it that gave him said feeling? Was it a rush of hormones? Blood circulation in his body that was busily priming all systems for what he was about to do? Perhaps some vestigial way the blood in his body prepped it’s circulatory system? If so, it hadn’t been used since he was mortal. But he wasn’t mortal anymore now was he? As one of the kindred he hadn’t been mortal for five hundred years. So why did he feel his cold body suddenly heat at her touch? Why did his nerve endings and synapses begin firing so wildly as she straddled his lap. Why did his brain signal his body to shudder at the soft French-flavored words she spoke? Five hundred years. Five hundred years! He had been dead during all that time. No better than a machine that moved. Made up of hundreds of moving parts but not a spark of life within any joint, any bone, or any of the flesh that made up his body.
Bryce, in all those years came to realize the truth. That the coldness in his body was not because he was technically dead, but because nothing had really made him feel alive. Not since Melanie. But she was gone. Disappeared as suddenly as she had entered his unlife. Her spirit, her energy had quickened his long cold limbs and heart. All of his body had grown stale since she had left. She had so seamlessly grafted into his life that when she left she had opened a hole that had allowed his spirit and even worse, his ability to care to drain out. It has been so many years since she left. Sometime after World War II. Sure, there had been little things that had piqued his curiosity since that time. Little things to keep him going. The invention of the phonograph, the radio, and then the record player. The latter had been an awakening. There was a certain old magic in putting that pin on the record and hearing that small bit of static before the music began. Hearing the classic jazz music playing inside of Amorette’s house reassured him that she would know of that old magic had he mentioned it to her. Ah, but this was no time to talk was it? Bryce it seems, had awakened Amorette’s body. And it awoke with a hunger that would not be denied. Not that Bryce was in any sort of mood to deny. The speed with which she had pulled him in, even now as she sat upon his lap and kissed him. He felt her tongue glide across his bottom lip, a silent yet flavored way to request entry. That she would find him so attractive was a wonder. He had never seen much beauty in the male form. It was built for work and to lend power to tasks. Perhaps that was what Amorette found so undeniable? She wished for his power to be unleashed? Could he? Could he remember? He opened his mouth to speak and she seized that opportunity to slip her tongue inside and to taste him. Bryce’s own tongue seemed slack at first but then the life she had lent his body seemed to have found his tongue and it picked up to start circling her own. Her taste was exquisite, granting him more life. Everywhere she touched seemed to warm the shell his body had become and he could suddenly feel warmth again. None moreso than where her tongue had graced his mouth. Yet it wasn’t enough. He needed more of the life that muscle offered.
So he did what it was in his vampire nature to do: he used his fangs and began to suck. No, no. He did not bite her tongue with either of those teeth. As enraptured as he was by her touch, he knew better than to risk blood bonding. Instead he ran the tips over her tongue. That soft mewling purr encouraged him. She’d gotten his teeth, now came the next part. His lips closed over her tongue and he began to suck. She had awakened a hunger within him that had been unanswered for far too long. Now he sucked at her muscle, his tongue slipped over hers, savoring her taste before his lips closed again over her muscle. “Amorette...” he whispered before kissing her again.
The kiss broke so that she could strip the shirt from his body and he heard her command to touch her, an order he had no problem fulfilling. He loved a woman who could give voice to what she wanted! He quickly unfastened the buttons of her jacket and looked up to give her kiss that ended quickly so he could undo the buttons of her shirt. What he saw when he felt her put her arms back and he jerked her shirt back as if shucking her of the material made his eyes go wide and a gasp form at his lips. The porcelain of her skin was covered, yet not covered by the sheen of silk. Red silk. And the material itself was not thick enough to hide the pale pink of her nipples. His long dormant cock now standing to attention within the confines of his pants yet he was sure she could feel it pressing with need against the inside of her thigh. “Par les étoiles ci-dessus, Amorette…” His eyes opened again to look at the incredible body she offered him. The curve of her breasts were perfect for her slender form. The nipples crowning those mounds were works of art. The pale pink of her areolas held a few bumps within their shaded circles while the nipples stood to attention. Ah, but dear Amorette had again misstepped with such a wonderful surprise under her suit. Perhaps she believed Bryce would be gentle with such a delicate fabric. But she had awakened the hungry beast within and with both hands he gripped the fabric that really only held the breasts at the sides, leaving the nipples free to be seen. The only saving grace that kept Bryce from ripping the material was that he simply didn’t have to. So he leaned his head in while moving his palms over those nipples then back again keeping the fabric of her top now well away from her breasts just in time for his tongue to circle the pigmented circle of her areola. Now that his mouth was secured to her breast, the right hand now moved to the small of Amoette’s back to press her further against him. Had she arched her back a little it would only serve to press her nipple further into his hungry mouth. Which was where her taut bud now found itself, his lips closing and opening over and over as he worked the mound deliciously. His cock, still hidden within the confines of his pants throbbed and flexed as it fought to be free.
His right hand still at her back he then used his left to take her hand and guide it to his pants. Or at least that was the idea. He looked when his hand didn’t touch her arm and saw hers already descending to his pants. So Bryce continued to run the tip of his fang over her nipple then with his tongue. A mix of hard and soft stimulation. He felt his belt unlatch and he reached for the zipper only for him to feel her other hand swat his away. He giggled, the vibration catching her nipple before he resumed taking it. Suddenly there was a rush of air and he felt his cock in her hands.
Bryce was not necessarily long, measuring at nearly nine inches but it was thick! Easily almost 2 full inches across. There was a small scattering of very short dark hair kept around the base of his manhood, the shaft itself was hairless along with his balls. Her fingers wrapped around it and he felt it flex in her grip. He was then surprised to feel her finger swirl around the head, leaving it wet and slick. Bryce gasped as the red-tinged precum already beginning to ooze from his slit. Oh no. She was taking control this time and that would not do at all. He could feel her want nearly wafting off of her and he knew it was time. So he reached with his right hand and undid the clasps of the bralette and let it fall away. If she wanted the prize of his cock she could wait for it. It had been too long a time since he had made love and he would not, under any circumstance, feel like they should race for the climax. “Stand up. Now.” The bass in his voice was firm, the slap upon her ass even moreso. Her weight shifted and she stood up enough to work her pants down over her hips and down her thighs. What he saw through the sheer silk panties worked another drop of fresh precum out so that it trailed down his cock. Bryce looked through the panties to his prize within. There was a small patch of down, very blonde, very fine that he could see within the red fabric. Her womanly lips themselves it appeared were kept hairless, waxed perhaps? He licked his lips an anticipation. Obviously Amorette was not keen to let go of all control, telling him to consume her. So he shifted his body down so his head could rest on the back of the couch at a better angle. He would indeed consume her, on that they were both on the same page. He then pulled her back to him then caught the fabric of her panties at the line where they separated then with both hands he took a side and ripped the crimson fabric away. Had she gasped at the want that had taken root within him that he would destroy the only barrier between her sex and his hungry, lust filled mouth? Yes. He would. And yes, she did. She had scars on her wrists and arms that did not all look self inflicted. Had there been a lover in her past that had hurt her? Is that why she had been so alone for so long? Had the sex not been good? Ah, but times were different then. Sex was a means to produce heirs. So long as the man had his pleasure and was able to cum, very little thought was given to the woman. Bryce had no idea if past lovers had been gentle, the scars showed that one or perhaps more had not been. He determined then and there that this would be about her pleasure. If none of her lovers had been gentle, then damn it, tonight she would see that not all men were incapable of feeling.
He helped guide her up so that her sex was in front of his face. “Je viex que tu viennes pour moi…” He spoke in her French dialect, again, demonstrating his mastery over the language. He could already see a faint reddish color over the lips of her sex and while it was awfully tempting to go in with his tongue and seek to overpower her senses with his licks, Bryce knew better than that. If Amorette had ever had a lover care to taste her sex, it was likely done with that in mind. Some all-out assault on the clitoris in a vain attempt to prove he was some pussy-eating master? No. That was not at all how to treat a lady. To caress her womanly folds with ones tongue required a delicate, caring touch. Allow her to anticipate what was coming. Let her warm up to it and then begin in earnest. He could almost smell her sex, the pheromones designed to heat a man’s blood were working only too good. So no, he did not begin with some vain attempt to dominate her core.
His lips instead went to her inner thigh. ”Tu es ma déesse et mérite une telle adoration…” More kisses followed his words. Then came a few whimsical licks of his tongue as his mouth feathered over the skin of her inner thigh. Not a trace of his teeth, this was softness meeting hers. Hard teeth and sharp points were not needed for this work. His tongue traced more lines all around his prize. No, an assault on her clitoris would not do at all. The lips of the vagina had many nerve endings within them and each of them deserved their due attention. So his lips kissed upon her thicker outer labia, his tongue gliding across the smooth and damp skin. He could taste a small amount of blood within her honey and he savored Amorette’s taste. She was a goddess, and worthy of much praise indeed. More kisses followed until his mouth pulled only slightly away, his tongue now pressing her as he circled all around her entrance. Even taking the time to play with her inner folds in an attempt to coax more of her honey out and into his mouth. ”Oui Amorette…” he smiled as he closed his eyes and pressed the flat of his tongue to her slick sex and came upwards to coat his tongue in her essence. His jaw held late day bristles that added textured feeling to her womanly lips and he could have sworn she jumped a little at the sensation. His lips now settled just above her clit, where he eyed that precious pearl. Yes indeed, it was it’s turn to get some attention. His mouth opened at long last and his tongue completed it’s journey. His mouth remaining open as he began to drink her in.
Amorette Cadière
August 1 2020
8:37pm
“Ne t'arrête pas…” She whispered thickly against his lips as he did something that no one else had ever done. He didn’t just kiss her, he KISSED her, made sensual passion spark through her veins like fireworks that had her more than seeing stars. He made her FEEL like a star and that? That was just with the way he kissed her back. It was a daily thing for her, to wake early and spend her time prepping for the night, enjoying what twilight she could while expending her own sort of magic to bring back the echoes of her humanity… Every day when she rose she restarted her heart, got the blood in her veins moving, enriching the blood and fueling her warmth and the flush of life to her skin… It was all because she still FELT human… She wasn’t going to let her Beast win, they were companions yes but she held the leash in her hand, she refused to give into it and instead made it listen to her… Even so? Never had she felt more human in all the years since her changing than she did in these moment. The rapid speeding of her heart like a panicked humming bird, the tingling along her skin that seemed to pool and swirl in her more intimate areas, swelling and building a pressure inside her that made her hunger for something more than sustenance… Even though the kiss was innocent enough her nipples were hardening under the silk of her suit and it made them ache, a newness to them that she had never experienced before, a heavy need… A desire to be touched…
Had anyone ever touched them?...
Good God… This… All of this… The firmness of his form that was so very unlike her own, those broad shoulders and the narrowing down to his waist, the long legs and… If she was honest… One incredibly attractive ass that she would gladly sink her nails into if she got the chance… Right now however she was more lost in that kiss when he began to return it, her hand fumbling for the door handle to let them in, she had a feeling this wouldn’t exactly be appreciated by her neighbors after all. Once within her home though she didn’t give him much chance to really look around, she was too busy bringing him to the couch with her where she dropped him before straddling him. The music was playing n the background… There was the enjoyable coolness of the room compared to the heat outside… The curtains were open but the sheer coverings were closed which gave them some measure of privacy for the most part… Something she couldn’t be bothered to increase in the moment honestly… The way her fingers moved over his body as she undid his shirt was like a blind person seeking to memorize something, snapping each button before with his help pulling it off of him… Her own suit jacket went next before he grazed his fangs over her tongue and she whimpered thickly, undulating her hips a bit harder down against him as her breath caught before speeding up, the trickle of need and excitement racing up and down her spine like iced lightning. Next went her shirt as she felt as though she were perhaps more of a passionate woman than she first gave herself credit for… What was it about him? What did he do that suddenly seemed to kindle dormant, never woken flames inside her? Was it his incredible good looks? The green of his eyes that reminded her of glens in the sunlight? His incredibly delicious physique? Or was it that under it all love had hurt him just as it had abandoned her… They had both suffered at the hands of another who was supposed to be there for them and yet here they were… Still standing for all that…
“Tu me fais me sentir belle ...” Her breath was short and sweet, her bare upper body clad in nothing more than rid silk bands of a bondage themed bralet, the garment more to show off her physique than any need to support perfectly perky breasts. Her nipples were the shade of soft pink roses with a slightly darker center that was deliciously spongy and enticed a hungering mouth to partake of the sweet berry of flesh, the smaller nodules around it a textualized treat for her partner, over all… A perfectly delicious treat. Now what came next? That did shock her and it showed in the way she jerked as he moved in to touch her breasts that made her stiffen only to shiver and hard under his hand… Eyes growing somewhat glassy as he moved his hand to support her back and it was like he had found some invisible thread to her mental armor and with one solid tug? Began to unravel it all. “Oh-! Oh mon dieu oui! Suce-suce-moi comme ça-!” She cried out in surrender as she began to just let herself free fall into him… While she was pretty untried? He seemed to be incredibly skilled… A master artisan and she was nothing more than putty in his hands… One hand reached up into his hair and mewled sweetly at how thick and soft it was, curling her fingers into it as she held him against her breast, her other hand over her mouth… Teeth biting into her finger as she ground down against him at the perfect assault he launched against her flesh… She bit harder until the incredibly delicious smelling blood… The moment it hit the air? It was like sugar cookies… Vanilla and butter… Warm brown sugar… The reason for her biting her finger hard enough to bring blood to the fore was obvious the next moment as she suddenly stiffened in his arms and without a doubt… The sweetest… Purest… Most angelic little cry could be heard as both hands found purchase in his hair as she bent over him and shook, breath catching in the back of her throat on the heels of each stuttered, shattered cry of pleasure.
What in the WORLD…
Floating among the stars she felt like nothing more than bits of pixie dust and pleasure floating on the abyss there as her entire body felt hot and utterly boneless… A creature reborn in pleasure as she nearly clung to him in a daze, hiccupping oh so damn sweetly stroking her fingers through his hair, slowly drifting down back into her body until she was within her bones once more… No one had ever made her cum before… And if she were honest? It was even hard to make HERSELF cum… Yet Bryce? Did it all just by suckling her… Oh Gods… She was not in a little pond but rather a massive unending and fathomless ocean… Knowing this though it didn’t stop her from reaching down towards the button and fly of his pants, wanting to touch him, to learn of the beast which she might tame… Eager even. For the first time in her life she wasn’t looking at the male sex organ as just that, an organ for procreation, for pleasure… Right now? It was a Cock. Bryce’s cock and she wanted desperately to wrap her hands around it and give him a climax of his own… “Bryce…” Oh it was a plea so saccharine and delicate that it would have made an angel sin but he didn’t give her the pleasure she sought out… Instead he lightly took her hand away from his cock and all she could do was whimper. “Please… I want to make you cum too…”
Then again…. Maybe she was REALLY overestimating herself here…
Thick? This was way more than thick, this was torpid and throbbing and in a word? MASSIVE. The biggest she had ever seen and that included the porno that she watched from time to time to help her… You know… Nervousness skittered along her veins like an erratic dragonfly, darting here and there but right behind it was that heat, something inside her made her feel that… While it would be far too big and likely turn her insides to soup? It would be worth every single moment… So with that in mind she wrapped her delicate, graceful fingers around his cock and quickly discovered that she needed to use both her hands to get around it all, one stroking slow and firm up and down the shaft while the other gathered up that ruby tinted sweetness and ran it over the head of his cock so she could stroke over it without pulling the delicate flesh. She was more than ready to take the reigns, she was a natural Domme leading Switch, all to eager to take a submissive lover and pleasure them beyond comprehension. Never before had she had a dominant… Her own nature was far too strong to attract one so this? Was a first… The command was firm and strong, the way that bass hit his voice made her shiver and want to comply, all the while the more domme leading side wanted to rebel… Would have if not for the slap to her ass…
That? Was a first.
Within a split second she yelped and scurried out of his lap and felt his hands on her hips, the way he pulled her bottoms down over her body and revealed the matching set, the panties so sheer they were simply a red transparent bit of cloth that hid nothing… A strawberry and cream pink mixture on her thighs that made her blush… Obvious evidence that he had made her cum and oh… Oh yes… She was quite embarrassed as she stood before him with her arms crossed behind her back a touch, an old habit perhaps from her human years, either way she was on display and her cheeks were as pink as the evidence of her pleasure… Her mons? Were kept closely clipped and beautifully shaped so that they complimented her body shape, the sweet nether lips were utterly bare by magic that allowed her to grow and remove hair where ever she wanted to on her body… Obviously she took care with her appearance even if no one but herself was able to appreciate it…
Her submissive nature could only last so long before she had him moving down on the couch. Her words? Simple. To consume her. To teach her pleasure again. “Bryce…” Again his name fell from her lips like a broken plea for something she couldn’t dare ask for by name… “Please… S'il te plaît, fais-moi jouir à nouveau…” As to her past lovers? There were perhaps at most? Four… Maybe five… Her human husband who raped her and beat her until she killed herself… The Tremere who found her and taught her though sex was more about him than it was about her… Not that she knew the difference… A Toreador who became obsessed with her and wanted to control her. Break her… He had nearly ended her immortal life when she had told him it was over… Then a Malkavian woman wo was followed by a LaSombra woman… Both of which had ended well but they wanted her for her mind and her support more than her body so… No… No one had really bothered… It was either about them or less about sex and more about intimacy and support… It had towards the last century or so she began to believe she was cursed and just gave up the pursuit for anything really… She wasn’t missing much, right?
APARENTLY SHE WAS!
“Oh mon Dieu Oui- Cela fait- Alors ... Si bon ... Oh mon Dieu ... Oh mon Dieu-“ She gasped and writhed atop of his face as he began to lap at her plump apricot shaped lips until she began to tremble and shake atop of him. “Bryce- Please-… Ohmigod-… Don’t-… Don’t stop-“ She panted as her head fell back to her shoulders as she began to play with one of her breasts before the other burried itself in his hair as she began to rock atop of him, her soft little pleas, the whimpering mewls of need began to change… To get sharper… Sweeter… Higher as he slipped from her outer pillows to the perfect little split between… Two little petals was all that lay between them, short and beautiful as they framed her core before ending just beneath her clit, like a natural guide formed from her very body… Within a moment he was easing her body to feed him from her rich pot of pleasure, her taste was heady and addictive, sweet like caramel with a touch of anise and honey… An addictive sort of spicy sweetness that would have driven a mortal man crazy… Combine that with the natural drug of her blood laced through it? It was like heroine… It would hit his system and give him a feeling of such intense euphoria, like that perfect drunk where everything in the world is perfect, that ideal high from hashish that lets you float along and see how beautiful reality truly was… And all of this? Was just how she was Naturally… No guise or masking. No spells to make it so… This was just Amorette down to her barest of bones…. “OH MON DIEU BAISANT!” Was all she could do when he opened his mouth over her pearl and literally took her legs from her as she fell over the back of the couch to try and hold herself up as that wickedly skilled mouth worked in tandem with the sharp perfection of the prickly facial hair. “Noooo! No- Wait!-“
His hands were hooped about her hips as he held her down to him so she couldn’t run… Couldn’t flee… Couldn’t even wriggle away… “Pas! Je vais jouir! Attendre! Attendre! Nooooooooon!” She begged him then and her pleas were so urgent and absolutely addictive as they fell from her lips, her nails digging into the backs of his hands till her perfectly shaped nails broke his skin but that, that was lost on her… It was all smoke and dust… “BRYCE!!!” She almost screamed his name as she found herself loosing control… Forced to surrender to an unknown force… A sensation she had never felt as she didn’t just cum…
She Squirted…
He could drown on her if he wanted to, the delicately pink, almost rosewater colored juices that came out of her were far more saccharine than ambrosia… A nectar for her lover that would make a God jealous as she cried out with a quiver to her voice, each spasm of her core feeding him more and more of that addictive cum as she fell over the couch and her thighs clenched about his head, tears falling from her eyes as she jerked and spasmed with each hard hit of pleasure that rocked her body from her core down into every bone in her body. Whe
Bryce Keller
August 3 2020
9:17am
Bryce for his part was in the throes of absolute delight. As a mortal he had a lover who had come to understand one thing about Bryce - he genuinely loved the act of cunnilingus. The idea of orally pleasing a woman was something, for whatever reason, was an act he cherished. And it was one it seemed that in all his long years he could still do with some skill. Even now, with Amorette doubled over the couch and panting, Bryce was dazed himself. He had called her a goddess and for his tongue skills she had blessed him. Then baptized him with a stream of rosewater colored fluid that had gotten him completely soaked. Bryce had never considered himself a total freak, and yet when Amorette had held her pussy to his mouth and shot out her stream, he eagerly held his mouth open to catch all that she offered. Her stream was as good as liquid gold and he held his mouth open to take her in. As she called out his name he held his mouth open. The plasma she excreted was tinged red yet was also mixed with the fluid squirt consisted of. The mix was sweet, watery, and satisfying. Although Bryce had never consumed it, the effect was much like a coca-cola with a shot of rum. As she came over him the mix he couldn’t swallow he allowed to run down his chin and onto his chest. The squirt continued until it covered his body and her couch.
Bryce smiled in absolute pleasure at what he had caused Amorette to do. The couch quite possibly would be ruined but he’d see to it she had another. It was the least he could do. In the meantime he pulled her down from the back of the couch and smiled, his hair wet with her red honey. “I hope you’re not entirely spent, my dear. There is so much else I want to do.” His lips found hers again before he stood up, his wet, red-stained hair clinging to his shoulders and face. His porcelain skin now also stained red from her juices, was well toned as he turned to face her. “It’s been a long time Amorette, but I’m ready to share my body with someone. With you.” He slid his pants off fully and even removed his socks. His cock stood up fully erect. At nearly nine inches it was an impressive sight. Blue veins ran along the shaft while at the base were a series of papules under the skin that served no purpose other than increased stimulation for a woman’s labia. His entire package was shaved down as a matter of his own personal hygiene while the lower part of his abdomen did keep a small dusting of dark hair. His balls hung at the ready, all of him now coated with his own precum that had been smeared upon his skin by her earlier stroking. “I want you Amorette, I want to feel your body under me. But more to the point, I want you to have me.”
Amorette Cadière
August 3 2020
11:02am
No entirely spent? Really? Was he joking? She felt like a pat of butter left in the warm sun, she had very little form or function really, it was even a miracle she could string two thoughts together. She knew OF cunnilinguis and she had performed it herself on her two female lovers some many years ago, she considered herself well educated enough in it that her partners always enjoyed it, she however? Had never had it actually done to her own body. The male lovers she had never bothered and her female partners… Well… She was the ‘male’ in the relationship so it never actually came around. Bryce was her first and if he had done one thing tonight? He had taught her that there was a VAST difference between doing it to someone and having it done to you. He hit her so hard with this newness that she was entirely unprepared for it in EVERY sense of the word, literally, from start to end she felt like this was some sort of smut riddled sci-fi zone and she was the star of the episode. Definitely alternate dimension level experience.
How the hell did they get from her wanting to invite him in for kisses and tender touches to the most intense orgasm of her life? He’d even made her do something she wasn’t even aware she COULD do. She played with herself when the need arose, even the undead get urges after all, but in all those times… She’d never had an orgasm that intense or felt such a strong surge of pressure erupt from her in crystal like waves that sluiced down her thighs and into his waiting mouth… Coating his chin and neck, his upper shoulders before funneling down the center of his abs. Her emerald green velvet couch? Wasn’t ruined per sey but it sure as hell was going to need to be detailed. Then again it wasn’t like she could actually think about anything outside of trying to remember how to breathe… After all she started her heart daily, sort of came in tandem you know, but then again her scattered and sharp stuttered breathing was just a reflection of how hard her heart was slamming behind her breastbone.
And he wanted to do MORE?!
“The Gods couldn’t hope to do more… That must make you a devil…” She spoke softly, her voice sexier than before due to the slight rough edge of it, the way he had her screaming earlier had given her a huskiness that was downright sinful. A part of her? Was genuinely hoping that he was making a joke of some sort, she most assuredly couldn’t handle another one of those orgasms, that had damn near killed her and she was already undead to start with… Being pulled into his lap by arms far stronger than her own she fell against him in something of a limbless heap, a bit like a doll with the ease he could move her around, the glassy shine to eyes that were still dilated and dazed. “I can barely move…” She said with a gentle whimper before he kissed her and she found her arms coming up to loop around his neck and hold him close, her breasts pushed up against his wet chest, fingers tangling in his sticky damp hair… She had made quite the mess of him and a part of her felt incredibly guilty about it… They’d both definitely need a shower after th-…
Even her thoughts seemed to scatter like a thousand startled butterflies fluttering off here, there, and anywhere else the moment he began to speak and then took his clothes off… “Mon Dieu…” She breathed out in a rush of air as she stared in shock at what was likely the largest male sexual appendage she had ever seen… That was not a penis. That? Was a COCK. Literally she couldn’t take her eyes off of it as she stared in wonder before his words finally caught some sort of traction in her mind and were able to stick, sinking in once they did so and she was… Aware… As much as she had been hurt by sex and intimacy? So had he. Was she ready? Not really… It had been a very, very long time since she was intimate with someone, anyone really… There was the fact though that if she turned him down after extending that trust to her? How much more damage might she do to his soul that had likely already suffered too much to begin with? No Kindred in this world is without suffering and pain… Some more than others but none is allowed to exist untouched… She wouldn’t be the one to make his hurt even more than it already did…
There were words she could say after that, something soft and romantic that might linger in the air, something sensual and heady like cognac… But any word she said wouldn’t really do much compared to what she could DO. Slowly she undid the rest of her lingerie before reaching out to him, her hand gentle and warm on his hip as she guided him to stand closer to her. “Close your eyes for a few seconds my Priapus.” Which was the Greek God of Sex and the male penis. Once he did she had moved in and rather than go straight for his cock? She dipped lower to a much abandoned and ignored part of the male body… The scrotum was packed with nerve endings and plenty of them were capable of intense pleasure… Something she was more than happy to take advantage of as she ran her tongue up the center of his sack to the base of his cock before gently sucking them into her mouth where she’d trace intimate patterns of figure 8s and other sensual strokes that would have his knees buckling… One hand she dedicated entirely to his cock as she stroked up and down his shaft with that perfect mix of alternating pressures while giving it a bit of a twist of her wrist that would add that extra layer of stimulation… Her other hand caught up on her spit and slicked it back towards his sphincter but she didn’t pry… Rather instead given that many men were… Sensitive to it… She used her fingers to stroke over and around it while her thumb pressed against his taint to stroke his prostate through the thin skin there…
In no rush she made sure to dedicate her time to ensuring that he enjoyed every second of her pleasuring his body until she felt his cock start that rhythmic swelling of pre-orgasm before she released his balls from her mouth with a wet and satisfying pop… Moving then to the head of his shaft she licked up and down the under side of his cock before laving her tongue around the head of his cock, teasing along the ridge and rim of it before dipping her tongue into the little split at the tip… Getting his cock soaking wet with her spit before she parted her lips to take him into her mouth, circling stroking and curling her tongue all over the head of his cock before going down slowly… Dragging it out while one hand gripped his ass and the other his balls in a rhythmic stroking and rolling in her palm… More… More still until she suddenly and without warning went all the way down to the base of his shaft, the corners of her lips burning as she had to stretch as far as she could to accommodate him… Her throat stretching out till she thought she couldn’t take it a moment longer… The gag reflex kicking in as her throat fluttered and constricted around his cock before she moved back up to the tip… A thick stream of drool from her lips connecting to his cock before falling to splatter on her tits… A puddle forming between her thighs as pleasuring him? Aroused her and not small my any means either…
Back and forth she would go, gagging herseld over and over again on his cock like a starving whore for it, spit sleucing down his cock and from his balls in her hand as she slipped her fingers back and this time? This time she did enter. Slowly, respectfully she slid just one finger inside to search out his prostate and once she found it? She began to stroke it in rhythm with how she swallowed his cock to the base till her tongue ran over his balls… Up and down… Up and down again… Slowly picking up speed until she had tears collecting in the corners of her eyes and when she felt him beginning to cum? Slipped her hand from his balls between her thighs to finger her clit as she went all the way down to the base of his shaft for him to shoot his load down her throat as she came.
Bryce Keller
August 4 2020
2:16pm
What had Bryce looked forward to tonight? As he held a near paralyzed, fully naked Amorette in his arms he realized it was not this. It was not this woman who had completely and so easily taken him in. He had left his office and opted for a walk home because the night had been cool. Colder temperatures had always attracted him. Perhaps it was because he grew up in Romania. Perhaps it was because he was mortal once with the ability to create what one girl had called “boy warmth.” But again, he was mortal at the time and capable of such body heat. For the past five hundred years that had not been something he could produce again. His body simply could not produce heat unless it was friction heat.
He had not expected this. Had certainly not expected her. Amorette had come into his life perhaps an hour ago. And more had happened within that short time than in the past fifty years. For so long he had roamed believing himself unable to feel alive. That was the thing that always put him at odds with his clan. Jordis of the Danes had aired him and then left. Perhaps she had business elsewhere to attend to that took longer than she expected or perhaps that business had claimed her. The point was that Lucien and later Bryce had been a sort of outlier for his clan. He could hardly name any of his clan. He knew of the antediluvian Artemis, Jordis had spoken of the Greek goddess only in passing, it hadn’t been much, but it had been something.
Even then, Bryce had been looked down upon. Most of his peers valued governance and looked down upon technology. They were old men who saw it as something the humans threatened them with. Who used it to dare challenge “the way things have been.” Bryce however viewed technology as a tool to stay ahead in the masquerade. It was only natural after all. All life, living or undead had to evolve and adapt. Bryce had chosen a different path in order to stay ahead. Now, as he found himself in this house with Amorette, he found a kindred spirit who truly understood the masquerade. Amorette worked her spells the way he worked programming. He had never given much thought to the Tremere clan, truthfully finding the spellweavers a little off-putting. Amorette however had broken through. A clan he didn’t think much of, housed a member who gave him what he thought long gone - a taste of humanity. Of who he was.
The wonders of flavor-rich food had been a sublime gift. His seeking of a dog she could also see too because of her connections. Her connections to the old world via her French speaking and mannerisms had all reminded him of what he once was. Amorette had managed to bridge the gap between Lucien Ardelan and Bryce Keller. Given that within such a short time she had managed to accomplish so much, was it then any wonder he sought, no, they both sought to feel something they’d both lost touch with - the joys of the flesh.
Bryce stood up and saw Amorette do the same to rid herself of the last of her lingerie revealing herself fully to his own naked form. He watched her as she turned her wide-eyes upon his form. She then told him to close his eyes and for the span of a second Bryce had to consider the trust he was placing within her. Trust among the kindred was in short supply. Were it not for the Camarilla, many clans would not have ties to each other. And some, despite the Camarilla, did not care for ties anyway. While Bryce had no reason not to trust Amorette, he was allowing her near the most sensitive part of him besides his wounded brain and that would always warrant a pause to consider what he was allowing.
Such consideration was quickly given an override. Trust was a two-way street and she had trusted him with her womanhood. Now as she focused on his jewels he sharply inhaled. Her mouth drew them in while one hand stroked this shaft. The other...well that was different. She pressed at what’s called the taint to put some pressure of his prostate. It was dangerously close to that...oh! Her finger was wet and he was very intimately aware of that. Was it an out of body experience? His brain was throwing red flags yet his cock flexed within her grip as if encouraging. Could he? Would he? Would she really? No, she was backing off.
She pulled off of his sack with an audible pop and then began to focus on the head of his cock. Bryce felt knees momentarily buckle, a credit to Amorette already. A blow job was not something he easily gave into. Not that it wasn’t pleasureable for him, it’s just that it took a long time for it to respond to sucking. Amorette however had done far more than anyone before him hAD! His thoughts had been undeniably interrupted by Amorette’s actions. One hand on his ass, the other cradling his weighted balls and her mouth along his head, Ah, but that was the shock. Her mouth was no longer on his crown, it was down at the hilt and his swollen pink head now lost within her throat. Bryce could have roared, should have roared. And in fact meant to but when his mouth opened, air didn’t come out, it was drawn in by a sharp gasp.
“Oh gods above!” Bryce was finally able to stammer out. “Dear gods Amorette…!” She seemed to keep him in her throat for a full minute but it couldn’t have been that long. He then felt her throat tighten and then release only to tighten again before she removed it. He looked down upon that glorious sight of a rope of spit from the head of his dick to her lips. Only for it to fall between her tits. Had he ever seen something so, so, beautiful? He could see spit all around her mouth and at first he supposed some had hit her floor, only it was reddish. She was wet from her actions he realized. “Fuck, Amorette!” Her actions then went back and forth thanking him into her throat and then back out. Such sensations he’d never known before. And he felt his zealous cock beginning to respond. Then it went one step further.
A finger caught the drool on her breast then went back to his forbidden zone. Only she didn’t merely tease him as he expected. Slowly her finger pressed into his tight hole and Bryce couldn’t help but jump at the unexpected intrusion. Never, never had such a thing been done to him. He would not have allowed such a thing and yet now… had it been a lax moment for him? A moment where he wanted to give it a try? Or just that he trusted her? Whatever the reason, he did not fight it. His mouth hung open, the toes of his foot moving where he stood as he felt her search and then...then he felt something odd. He forced himself to swallow and it ended in a gasp, his eyes widened. “The..hell….oh. Ohhh gods….” his pleasure increased and he felt his cock starting to spasm. That little trigger in him mind now telling him that ejaculation was a foregone conclusion.
Her finger stroked, her throat tightened and this time he did roar. His hand went to her head as his dick head spasmed and he felt long, thick, ropes of cum shoot down her throat in an orgasm so powerful he felt his eyes blackout for a brief moment. All he could manage was an “Ah-ahhhhhh…!” His pelvis shaking as his balls now emptied themselves of blood and cum within her neck. Vaguely he was aware of a wetness at the corners of his eyes. He was supposed to be strong. Always. Unshakable. A rock, no, an immovable boulder. That was just how it was supposed to be. So how had this petite woman named Amorette, how had she shaken him to his core?
Amorette Cadière
August 4 2020
9:31pm
Pleasure was a creature of the fourth dimension. It was more than all five senses combined because it involved the mind, the heart and the soul, emotions and dreams all rolled into one. Like anything though it can be cheapened, watered down, polluted and sullied like a spring by a nuclear plant. She had seen romance ruined, love destroyed, and lives wrecked by pleasure and those who did not give it due justice… Who handed it as carelessly as if it were harmless when it was in fact anything but. Pleasure? Was like a fire. It could warm you, Illuminate your life, care for you in the form of assisting in cooking food or keeping predators at bay… But it could also turn entire forests to ash, houses to nothing more than slag and coals, burn you to a crisp. As a therapist she was very well aware of the way pleasure, sex, romance and happiness were all intrinsically linked. She also could tell you that it had nothing to do with being living because those very same driving forces push and pull the Undead along in the same way. Why else would the Camarilla struggle and war among itself if not for being a slave to the same passions and pursuit of pleasure that drove them when alive?
Rather than fight it or try to make some sort of logic out of it? She embraced it. Let it control her, move her as it willed, allowed every part of it to wash over her like a summer rain until she was drenched in the torrent… Blind and deaf to anything but the rhythmic pounding against her skin. Life? Was meant to be LIVED. Not just exited within. So when Bryce made the move to go from kissing to things more intense? Rather than say no, rather that let her many disappointments in the past lock her down or in, she stretched her hand out and let him take it. What did she have to lose? Her life? Better to lose it on an adventure than live forever and never taste something that might have been perfect if she had only dared to try. If she were honest? She was finding the taste of him on her tongue something to relish and revel in. He was dark and mysterious yet he seemed to have all the romance of the renaissance era, a modern man with the soul of a prince but the lips of a Casanova… He was trouble oh yes, the best kind of trouble though, the kind that shakes everything up and while it can be painful… Disorientating… Scary? When the dust settles you find yourself in that place over the rainbow and you can’t imagine your life any other way.
Perhaps she should have warned him about how she felt in regards to oral sex… There was an incredible power in it that so few even realized. A man? Oh a man could be brought to his knees and willingly enslave himself to a woman who gave good head and she? Ha been very determined to be the best at it that she could be. As such his reactions? Were telling her everything she wanted to hear and then some, it told her what made him tick, the things he loved versus the things he liked… She could tell that his experience in good head was as limited as hers was in regards to cunnilingus. This was her chance to return the favor and give him a tit for tat and she relished it… Perhaps more than she aught to admit to because the more he cried out, the tighter his balls became, the thicker his cock grew? It all just encouraged her more and the more she felt that? The more she was aroused by it… HE aroused her intensely just by the way he was so open in regards to how he felt, each time he moaned or cried out her name she felt her core pulse and she just got wetter and wetter until she was almost at the point of climax before she decided to push his envelope…
Respectful the entire time as she explored his body she was quite sure that no one had done this for him before which was… Such a shame. Men had their own g-spot just located in the back and so many men were denied those sensations because anything ‘back there’ was taboo and carried with it a ridiculous stigma. Well aware of the trust he was extending to her she wouldn’t break it as she bounced on her knees as she bobbed on his cock like it was the very thing she needed to remain in existence. She took her time with him, she didn’t rush this, didn’t just go at it like it was some combination lock she was trying to crack. Instead she came at him as a partner in this adventure of theirs, a fellow companion who wanted to show him the world that she knew existed, to guide him to embrace all the sensations… The way that pleasure could both consume you and set you free all at the same time…
All the while she was taking his torpid girthy length down her throat she was watching him through heavily lidded eyes, the blue of her own were so dreamy at that point that it could drown a man, the flush on her cheeks and the fullness of her lips… She was down on her knees by choice, a goddess serving her partner, favoring him with her prowess and she held nothing back. Each thrust she encouraged him to make down her throat had her moaning and gagging alternately, her nipples like ripe little berries as her perfectly pert tits bounced on her chest, her thighs slightly parted to reveal the lust that graced her thighs an made little spots on the carpet… His pleasure? Turned her on.
Immensely.
That tell tale pulsing as his cock began to thicken in her mouth told her what he already knew. His climax was forthcoming and that only seemed to trip her into a frenzy… Rising onto her knees a bit more she devoured him, consumed and ravaged his cock until there was nothing in the world but him ad her, nothing but the sensations of the places where their bodies joined… the hand in her hair? Was like the cream to her éclair as she moaned thickly around his cock till it virtually vibrated and she reached up to grab his other hand so they were both burried in her hair before he suddenly gave what could only be called a lusty roar and that? Tripped her off her own edge as she came the moment she tasted him explode down her throat… Pulling back so that she could take those mouthfuls of sticky, protein rich spunk like strawberry syrup, cherry red glaze… She… Lost it… He was old… Powerful… A strong vampire clan not to mention he had been a physically fit and virile man when he was alive… All of this combined to hit her system like ecstasy and she? Broke that fourth wall and pulled off his cock with a high sweet cry of nothing short of rapture… His cum shooting that last bit onto her face and open mouth… Fangs extended as she lapped at the head of his dick like a sucker before rolling his cum in the dip of tongue, savoring it as she whimpered and shivered… Hands in her hair before catching those rubies he had splattered across her face, bringing them to her lips where she sucked each finger clean with nothing short of greedy gusto as she shivered and panted in nothing less than a state of euphoria.
Between then and now they had somehow moved off of the floor and back onto the couch where she sat curled up in his arms as they both slowly drifted down from the stars… Her heart still hammering at the extreme potency of his spunk and how it was like lightning in her veins. She felt… SATISFIED… True it might not mean to others what it did to her but one thing was for sure? It was the first time in her life that she had ever felt sexual satisfaction. She? Was more than just fine to curl up where she was and lay there for the rest of the night but he… Had other ideas…
Not a word was spoken but she knew without there needing to be any that he was far from done… All she could do was give a slight feminine whimper as he stood up from the couch with her still held in her arms and with a few pointed gestures lead him to the top floor where her master bedroom and bathroom was. This place? Was private. It was her den, the place she would be sleeping, every bit of it was personalized to her… Bare of knick-nacks or excessive furniture it was exceedingly elegant and extremely french. Dark greens… Velvet and silk… Engraved wall panels and gilded mirrors… Classical art from Rembrandt and Picasso, a book of poetry by Byron and both Frankenstein and Dracula beside it, sheet music from Jean-Jacques Rousseau and Chevalier de Saint-Georges… And if he looked closely? Every piece was supposed to have been lost to time or gone missing… Damaged in fires or flood… Each of them painstakingly and perfectly repaired… The books were all autographed by the writers and the sheet music was all first renditions… Everything in that room right on down to the Versailles velvet drapes was antique… All from the era and after when she was alive…
“Bryce…” She spoke softly as so many things in that room were a direct reflection of who she was… Her soul and her passions on display… Art, literature, music… All respected and adored… A room that appeared far more masculine than feminine which lent itself to her delicate and feminine beauty like the stem lends itself to the blossoming rose. A moment late he laid her out on the bed and once more than blush rose on her cheeks as he got onto the bed beside her and she saw he was hard once more. Rising up onto her elbows she made a low, kitten like purr as she rolled onto her stomach and took that now hard cock into her mouth once more and slowly, decadently began to move up and down his cock until she was deep throating him again till any bit of the cum left from before was gone and he had urged her to roll over onto her back so her golden hair fanned out behind her on the bed like waves of sunlight. “It’s been… Over a century for me…” Spoken so softly it was barely over a whisper before he came to her and gently urged her thighs apart and the flush on her cheeks only grew brighter… He took his time with her though, rubbing his cock up and down her slit until she was gasping and wriggling under him, nails raking up and down his arms until he finally slammed it into her when neither of them could take it a moment longer and she found herself arching her back as beautifully as a perfectly drawn bow while her nails broke skin where she gripped him, the cry trapped in her throat before erupting in a succulent cacophony of what could only be called audible perfection. It was high… Sweet… Innocent and utterly addictive as she shattered around his huge cock inside a place far too small to fit… The very girth and length of him inside her was like a hand to a perfectly tailored glove… Tight until you warmed it up and fit like a second skin…
Bryce Keller
August 8 2020
4:01pm
Bryce had taken care to lay her on the bed. They both knew what this would become - how could it go any other way? After having her beautiful core centered on his tongue.
Bryce carried Amorette up the stairs in his arms, feeling the nuzzle of her face against his and he smiled at the loving gesture. “I don’t know the way so show me.” He whispered as he looked around at the hallways and the darkly decorated interiors with approval. He appreciated her style and choice in aesthetic. Once the door to her bedroom was opened he looked around at the heavily draped curtains casting the room into deeper shadows. The dark paint on the walls matched the sheets on the bed, a stark contrast to the wan pallor of Amorette’s vampiric body. In fact it was now different from where her complexion had been. Tanning lotions? A spell perhaps? He had yet to really sit and talk about her masquerade secrets though it was clear she went far to maintain her appearance.
Now though, had the lotion been absorbed or the timed spell expired whatever the case was, she was exquisite. He stood upon the dark stained hardwood floor and just looked upon her body. The way her golden hair fanned out around her head, her shapely neck down to the perkiness of her tits, her toned stomach and the divot of her navel, all the way down to the muted gold of the hair around her pussy. Her sex appeal was undeniable and Bryce felt himself with that familiar urge from earlier, the one demanding he fill her wet pussy up with his length and let her milk him for every drop of moisture he had to give.
Upon a second look around the room he considered that maybe, just maybe, all of the darkness, the old time style and settings, were all a reflection of her. Of who she was. He got the sense that perhaps she had to be the strong one in any sort of relationship. Her very profession required strength. Humans were capable of being very fucked up. The kindred? Even more so. And if one was so bad they needed therapy, that just compounded how bad things had gotten. Bryce himself could attest to that fact. Now he watched as she rolled onto her stomach and took his reawakened cock into her mouth.
Bryce gasped again at the feeling and pressed his pelvis forward, feeding her every last centimeter he had. His next feeling was one of being caught yet again. He felt Amorette stretch her slender neck to accommodate his girth and knew that if he allowed her to continue then he would end up cumming working her mouth again. “No, no, I need your pussy. I need to feel you Amorette.” She then told him it had been over a century. Since she’d last had sex?! “Oh Amorette, that is a crime. And one I can’t allow to continue. Almost as long for me. By tonight, I want it with you.”
Amorette then shifted onto her back and they made eye contact. “Only as far as you wish…” he reassured her and when she made a slight dip of her head he slowly used his hands to ease her thighs apart. Her womanhood was again tinged red, nearly as red as her cheeks. Was she embarrassed? Perhaps one so used to being the top, finding herself on her back was a switch she was not entirely comfortable with. He moved his hair back behind his ear. “Fear not, this is for both of us.” He whispered. An assurance that he had no motive to make her uncomfortable. “I want to make love to you, but I want your respect more.” He took a step back to show he was serious only for her to take his wrist and pull him back.
They locked eyes again and with a nod of agreement he came back to her. “I am yours.” He whispered as he took his length in his hand and began to tease to slit with the blunted head of his dick. “Is is wet for me Amorette? Is it ready for me?” The words a sweet, breathy whisper. Not even a question but more said as a preamble to what was about to happen. He watched as she nodded her head, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she eyed his member, now red with her blood and honey. She whined our her agreement each time again as that silly human game of speaking before the act. But then again, to just do it without any words seemed to rob it of any passion did it not?
Bryce rubbed his swollen pink head to her clit and watched as she jumped at the feeling. “You are so beautiful Amorette, I’m going to fuck you so good my sweet…” the smoky look in her eyes didn’t just welcome that, she took it as a vow that he had better follow through on. Bryce gave her clit a few more runs but noticed her own lube was running out so he spat on his dick and eased that along her clit, now with the slickness restored he continued to rub his length along her sex until her legs shook in frustration. Bryce could see that she worried about his size. So he eased her legs up and carefully put her hands under her knees. His green eyes then made contact with her blue ones as he took his manhood into a hand, then steadied himself over Amorette. “My pussy.”
He growled as he pressed his tip to her lips and pressed his full length into her. Her hands went from her knees and to his arms and then to his hips to steady him. He felt her nails dig in as he buried his thick cock within her tight depths. He gasped as he felt her warm, slick walls stretch to accommodate his size and he sharply drew in a breath. “Oh fuck yes Amorette...oh you feel so good…” he whispered as he leaned himself down and gave her a hungry kiss upon her lips. He had withdrawn himself a bit before slipping back in with enough force he could feel his balls slap against her ass making him smile lustfully. “You like that baby? est-ce ma chatte?” he asked in her native tongue as he began building his speed, working his big sturdy tool in and out of her soaked tunnel.
Amorette Cadière
August 8 2020
5:57pm
A little bit of both if she were honest. She had spells that helped her with the Masquerade, some that were Tremere and others that were more personalized, little things that she had made herself… The flush to her skin and the way she could blush? Magic imbued blood. Her nails and hair that still grew? Magic. The warmth of her body though was simply a choice she made, being petit she could use the blood in her body for such things like a heart beat and warm skin, for pleasure and to rise early… Her appearance though? That was all her in her life, no assistance form Tzemesci or spells, her appearance was entirely natural. Perhaps that was why she passed for a human so easily? A blend of all the parts of her both magic, blood and simple genetics, over all it lent itself well and allowed her to pretend that she still had that humanity within herself…
Then again with how masculine the room was you’d think she was trying to present a different persona than the one she lived outside. The truth? How better to frame her own aerial beauty and the fragility that is the very epitome of exquisite femininity? It wasn’t about power, she wielded her own like a scalpel versus a mallet, she wasn’t about force she was all about finesse. The very fact the colors were dark and masculine were the perfect frame work for her lighter colored beauty. The fact that the colors suited Bryce? Was a very unique and unexpected twist of fate but a happy one none the less. Bryce? Was seeing a part of her that no one else ever had, not her lovers or her teacher, not even a friend. This room? Was her sanctuary and it was only fitting her first lover in a hundred years be the one to help her christen the room so to speak.
On her belly after he set her as gentle as paper thin bone china in her bed she took him into her mouth, almost insatiable for the cock that had the corners of her mouth burning, her throat aching from the girth but the pain was so… Good… So… Addictive… And the high she got from his large loads of delicious red tinted spunk? It was like a drug tailored just for her and of course she was more than eager to get her next fix on the heels of the first. It was only his denial that stopped her from pursuing that tasty goal, her heart hammering in her chest as she looked up at him and slowly pulled off, laying on her back atop the bed and watching him with a mix of excitement and… Perhaps… Something more? It was that little hidden gem that made her cheeks flush because… Well for her? This was sort of the first time she ever… Wanted… TO have sex. Not because someone ELSE wanted it but because SHE did. How he had done it? She still didn’t know but she wasn’t eager to let it end. “You stop wanting it when there is nothing but the joining of flesh each time… Sex has never been something I… Enjoyed… It was just a vessel to the others for their own journeys…” She perpetually in the back seat as she was simply there to go along with the ride and nothing else. All she asked in this moment? Was that if she didn’t feel something more than she had with the others? That they would stop. She didn’t want to have to go through the entire ordeal feeling as though she might as well not even be in her body at that point.
As if to show her his genuine intent he actually stepped back from her and she couldn’t allow that. The fact that she didn’t even let him leave her side told her more than words could that there was indeed something here. What? She didn’t know. She DID however want to find out… “Then show me how one makes love… It’s never something I’ve had… I suppose I’m afraid that… Words will just be that and I won’t… I won’t FEEL anything…” She’d loved people… Heard them say they loved her back… Never once did she Feel it though, not in bed or out of it, no surge of warmth or compassion… A need to be with someone… In her mind? She often worried she was broken, disassociated with sex and it would never be something she could enjoy, a terror that reared it’s head in every relationship and had so far? Proven itself true.
Maybe she didn’t have anything to fear this time? As he stroked his cock up and down her honeyed folds she grew wetter and wetter still, her breath starting to catch as her nails scored along his skin with need, lip caught between her teeth as she rolled her head from side to side… Eager… Hungry… Nipples so hard that they ached… “S'il te plait ... s'il te plait, baise moi, je n'en peux plus.” She begged, something she had never been brought to the point of before in her sexual life, thighs drawing in close around him as she sought to pull him into her… All the while she? Felt in control for the most part… Or perhaps more like an equal partner in this venture, she could top him when ever she wanted, take control when she felt like it. She was, after all, assertive in bed and almost always the dom in the relationship… But then Bryce said something as he lined his cock up with her while guiding her legs up so that she could press her heels into his shoulders and she began to question her role for the first time… No one had ever done more than missionary and this position? Rolle her ass up a bit and left her feeling both tight and exposed… Not something she was familiar with… But then he really ruined her with just two words…
“My Pussy”
One moment she was a confident woman in control and the next she suddenly felt something rigid and terse inside herself melt away like hoarfrost in the sun… Something she didn’t get a chance to examine as the next moment he was suddenly in her and she just saw white for a moment but that moment… Oh.. Fuck… “Parfait - Tellement putain – Parfait!” She cried out in nothing short of absolute feminine bliss as she felt the tears prick behind her lids as she felt EVERYTHING… Every. Fucking. Thing. Every ridge and every throbbing vein was imprinted on her cunt and she began to lost her mind… Or at least it felt like that as she reached down to grab his hips and pulled him into her before he began to pull out, only to repeat the movement with even more force and brutality the second time and by the GODS! She was soaking wet with pleasure before he moved down to kiss her, her legs easily resting over his shoulders as she was easily incredibly flexible as she held him there and made love to him with her kisses, noses touching when he pulled away just enough to speak… Her hands linked behind his neck to hold him to her while her toes curled tightly in pleasure. “Oui, c'est ta chatte Bryce, baise ta chatte, baise ta petite pute-“ She gasped as she rolled her hips up to take him that extra bit with a sharp cry of pleasure as he sunk well past her ability to stretch and began to rub parts of her no one had ever reached. “Montre à ta petite pute qui est le maître, baise-moi plus fort, fais-moi jouir comme ta petite salope personnelle-!” Yeah GODS she had never said anything like that in her LIFE, EVER Yet they were falling off her lips like cherry blossoms in June, eyes dark as sapphire as they were lost and yet found in his emerald green ones all the same…
True to her request? He did indeed fuck her like she begged, jack hammering into her until the bed was rocking and hitting the wall behind them, the sticky sweet sounds of skin hitting skin in a rapid cacophony of pleasure riddled chaos as her cries got higher, louder… Releasing his neck to claw her nails down his back until she couldn’t take it anymore and felt blood well under her nails as she dug her nails into his ass and came harder than she thought might have been possible… His cock, balls and thighs splattered with a sticky wet shower of nectar as she cried out like a well fucked whore, body jerking and trembling under him as she virtually baptized him with her pleasure… All the while? Poor Bryce would find it impossible to move as her orgasm had hit her so hard? That her cunt locked up around him like a Chinese finger trap, the more he tried to pull out the tighter she got around him as she gasped and mewled as the waves brought her high one moment then drowned her the next, both starlight and the black abyss of space as she found herself spinning…
Was she done?
Hardly.
“Mon tour...” She said and with a grace that was something like feline and sheer moonlight mixed into one she rolled them so that she was on top and he? Spread out in the bed under her, his hair sticking to his shoulders and strands across his chest, this glorious specimen of a man who finally taught her why everyone else was so obsessed with sex… Why it drove people crazy… For her? This was… Sublime… But she wanted more… Sitting atop of him she moved into a kneeling position before extending one of her lusciously long legs and resting her foot against his strong neck and gorgeous jaw line. The other she had bent under her as she slowly slid off of his cock and left it resting between her honeyed folds where she’d begin to stroke and grind against it so he could see his cocks head teasing in and out of her labia. “C'est ta chatte Bryce?” She asked and as she pressed her toes in against his jawline to make his head tilt back. “Tu veux cette chatte, n'est-ce pas mon animal de compagnie? Vous voulez pousser cette grosse bite méchante dans ma petite chatte parfaite jusqu'à ce que vous ne puissiez plus la supporter?” She’d ask before she’d lift her hips and line herself up over him, one hand on the base of his cock and the other stroking his balls, dragging the tip of her tongue across her lips as she looked at him as if she could eat him with a spoon. "Tu veux cette chatte parfaite? Alors qui est la bite? Hmm? Est-ce ma bite?” She asked before she’d start to lower herself onto it but only to the tip where she began to truly torture him, flexing her core around him in a mind blowing massage of her slick tight walls, her cunt was exceptionally well toned and she could easily use them to make him cum without so much as lifting her hips if she wished.
“Tell me who’s cock this is Bryce.” She said before moving her foot so that his head was pressed to the side, stroking along his jaw before tilting it to the other, her lips curled in that mona lisa smile of hers. “Is this MY cock Bryce? Does your Cock belong to Me? Only me?” She asked and if, when he gave her a suitable answer? She would suddenly drop her hips over his and take him full to the tilt in one fast, fluid motion that saw the head of his cock pressing against then slightly sinking into her womb which made her whimper in surprise, her nipples hardening up all over again as she rolled her hips atop of him… Savoring the feel of that most primal of invasions… “Remplis mon ventre de ton foutre Bryce ... Je veux te sentir lourd en moi ... Fais-moi sentir comme si mon animal élevait sa maîtresse-“ It was both a command and a request. She had never felt this before and it was triggering primal parts of her that had never even been touched before… Now? Now she wanted HIM to touch them… All of them… Starting with flooding her cunt and womb with his seed until she got the rush every woman gets when they risk being pregnant… Undead or not? The primal kick and trigger is still there, sex and pleasure itself would never be as good as it might without the rush and right now? She wanted it with him. “Baise un bébé dans ta maîtresse Bryce- Baise-moi jusqu'à ce que je sois enceinte- je veux sentir ton sperme en moi-“
Bryce Keller
August 15 2020
2:57pm
Bryce’s mouth opened as she put him onto his back. His fangs flashing within the small amount of light in the room and his cock throbbed as his body tried to direct more blood to his already hard member. The result was a momentary swelling before it resumed its usual size. It was leaking blood and seminal fluid as she positioned herself above him. “Yes that’s my pussy, and that’s your cock isn’t it? Take it Amorette. Take it and make it yours.” He goaded her she then sat back and ran his length between those soft pillows still slick with her blood and honey. Bryce had no need for air besides to push it from it lungs and into his vocal cords in order to speak, despite that, he found himself panting for oxygen. It’s what happened next that snapped him to attention.
She extended her leg and rested her toes against his jawline. His cock throbbed, getting even harder again, a sure sign that he was turned on by what she had done. “Oh gods!” He swallowed hard as he shut his eyes. Bryce couldn’t point to a specific time that he discovered his favor for a woman’s foot. There was no traumatic experience nor romantic one that created such a fetish for him. And yet, as her foot hovered near his mouth he opened it, ready to take her toes in. Yet she didn’t. She kept it right where it was. Such torture! ”S'il te plaît maîtresse, laisse-moi embrasser tes pieds…” Only she didn’t, instead she lowered her pussy down only far enough to take the pink, rounded head of his cock into her. His eyes widened as he stared blankly up at the ceiling. Even with her most seductive game of “just the tip” she was a dangerous lay. He could feel her walls squeezing and releasing, promising all kinds of pleasure if only he could fit more of himself within her slick depths. ”Oui, oui maîtresse. C'est ta bite, c'est juste pour toi. Seulement pour toi!”
There was a brief moment where he wondered if his answer was suitable to Amorette. He got his answer when she sank her slender body down atop of his, he could feel her tightened pussy stretching around him, gripping and releasing as she was already trying to massage the cum out of his shaft. Bryce opened his mouth to howl out his pleasure but all that came out was a strangled gasp. “Ah...ah…!” He whispered at the pleasure she flooded his brain with. It was divine how she began to ride him. His eyes opened his eyes to look over at her and saw her sizable breasts bouncing as she worked at his tool. He couldn’t resist reaching up and taking her breasts into his hands. Bryce kneaded at the tender mounds playfully, his fingers plucking at her already stiff nipples. Seeing the expression on her face as he played with the pale pigmented buds.
Bryce raised his hips to meet hers and heard her words. He recognized it for what it was, she had a pregnancy fetish. Of course it was preposterous that Kindred could have children but she enjoyed the idea of it. The risk behind the idea of it. Bryce had a moment of clarity with that, perhaps she really did enjoy the masquerade. Something that he could find himself coming to do. During his time it had become more or less just a way of life. A nightly routine same as brushing his teeth, which may seem an oddly humorous thing for a vampire to do. But alive or dead teeth can decay. And a vampire with no teeth would be a pitiful existence.
Her kink was fine as far as he was concerned. As a mortal he had wanted children, a want that would go unfulfilled upon his embrace and last until his final death. And oh, how sweet such a thing would be if Amorette could indeed bear his children! Though it couldn’t happen, he could at least amuse their mutual fantasy. “Oh Amorette, Je vais pomper ta petite chatte pleine de mon sperme!” He leaned forward and put his hands on her thighs, pulling her down while raising his hips up, slipping his cock further into her tight snatch. “Montez-moi jusqu'à ce que je vous inonde de mon sperme. Donnez-moi des bébés Amorette!”
Amorette Cadière
August 15 2020
4:01pm
If someone had told her the night before she would have a perfect stranger in her lair, burried in her cunt, whispering the most deliciously perverted smut into her ear in her native French? She would have smiled that little smile of hers and simply let them go on believing that impossibility. After all she hadn’t had sex in a century and she had pretty much given up on sex and romance in general, after being alive THIS long and having a handful of failures and not one success in her wake? Well it left her jaded… Terribly so…
Before Bryce.
“That’s right my Pet, this is My Cock, every thick hot inch of it belongs to me.” A thick, sensual croon as she wrapped her lips around each word like an intimate caress, truth in each syllable she spoke. This? Was her cock and Bryce might as well just bow down to her desires. She had never enjoyed sex much, definitely not when she was alive and as a Vampire, well it was just… Meh. But Bryce? Made her toes curl, her spine shiver, her belly tighten and her core spasm just with the idea of it… Now that it was here? She was far too invested to give it up… His spunk was a high she never wanted to forget and the way he made her cum? Oh no… She would have him no matter the cost and she didn’t care how dirty she might have to play to have him either.
Bryce was Her Addiction.
When he reacted to her long, slender and well maintained toes against his jaw she smiled and oh, that smile… Dangerous and sexy all at once as she saw a fetish in the flesh of his and how could she not make use of it? Especially when she had such pretty feet to start with. “Tu veux embrasser les pieds de ta maîtresse, mon petit animal? Qu'est-ce que tu es prêt à faire, hmm? Que me proposez-vous pour vous donner ce que vous voulez?” Liquid sex with a touch of sensual smoke laced the favor of her words to him as she moved her toes along his jawline, flexing them so that they gripped the scruff of his five o’clock shadow, pressing in just enough to drive hm a little more wild. She upped that pleasurable torment by slowly lowering herself onto the head of his cock while she flexed her Kegel muscles around him like a scalding hot vice that pulsated just for him. She understood that the stronger those muscles were the better the orgasm she could have and not one to sell herself short? Well she most assuredly knew what she was doing while she ensured the most delicious of torture for him.
Once he had answered her she lowered herself fully atop of him and she took no prisoners in bed, especially not with this lover of hers, she demanded his complete surrender or nothing at all. What she had not expected was her own mutual submission to him though, her steel spine suddenly learning to bend so that he could take control as much as she did, a mutual share of power… One that ended up triggering things in her that were both heavenly and horrifying all at once… Most of all the desire that had never once stirred in her when she was alive but now that she was dead? That the feat in and of itself was impossible? It suddenly birthed itself into a vicious hunger that was consuming her… Dragging her down into it and oh Gods… She didn’t even try fighting it.
Large, strong, calloused hands found their way to her breasts as he shaped them against his palms. She was… Addicted to his hands in a way, they were so damned big compared to her own and the way they felt when he man handled her tits was enough to make her gasps and tremble as she bounced on his cock in a rhythm that started slow and ended hard and fast… The way she rolled her hips back on the lift and forward on the drop so that his cock was stirring up her insides and hitting all those sweet spots till she was damn near trembling with pleasure that she couldn’t begin to contain. “Oh God- Don’t stop-… Pinch them harder-“ She ordered as his fingers tweaked and tugged her nipples before he’d pinch them firmly and she cried out hard and sweet, feeling them cone out under the tension as her pace picked up, ass slapping hard against his thighs with that sweet slick wet sound of flesh striking flesh…
To her surprise she was running out of willpower, she who had the patience of a saint and the understanding of a guardian angel, she who had guided dozens of people through the mental maze… Was crumbling under her needs like a sand castle during a torrential downpour. Unable to resist a moment longer she moved against him and confessed her needs, her cheeks pink with embarrassment and shame that he might find the whole thing repulsive, that he’d push her off and walk out… After all many Kindred females find elation and freedom from the stress of procreation… She herself was one as children had never once been something that she wanted… Yet here she was drowning in the sea of it.
Rather than deny her though she found his hands leaving her tits and moving to her hips where they dug in hard enough to bruise, pushing his cock even deeper into her until she cried out in that pleasure riddled pain as he entered her deepest and most sacred spot… Stretching out that ultra tight channel till tears welled up in her eyes and trickled down her cheeks, her hands coming to rest over his as he took over the tempo, bouncing her hard and shallow on his cock until all she could do was whimper. “Putain! - Putain, ça fait mal s -... Si bon -... Tu es si ... Si profond ... En-dedans- En moi -... S'il te plait jouis- Jouis en moi Bryce- donne-moi. .. Donne-moi tout .... Tout ton sperme .... Donne-moi une fille ... Baise ta fille en moi ...” She gasped as she struggled with what could only be described as perfect pain, looking down at him as she surrendered to his pace, a slave to his movements as she matched his needs until she felt herself starting to cum. Once it started there was no stopping it, so hard and intense that when it hit her? It was like getting side swiped by a meteor and she cried out his name in an almost shriek as the shock of it all left her blinded… Blacked out as her body jerked and trembled above him while her core locked up around his cock like a Chinese finger trap. The more he tried to pull out? The tighter she got as she gripped his cock with a death wish, pulsing and sucking along it’s length to milk out ever drop of spunk he had left in his balls until even he was empty and couldn’t take another climax tonight…
When the final spasm left her body she fell against him, their hair a tangle of soft brown and delicate honey gold, pale limbs dusted with a flush of life from the vigor’s of sex and blood tinted sweat. Breathing might not be a necessity of a vampire but it was a habit she had never quit and now? She found herself panting sharply atop of him, her breath a scattered stucco as it puffed across his skin, eyes closed in little more than absolute wonder of the moment. She had never cum in bed before but he wrung them from her body like childs play. She had never even wanted a lover yet now she couldn’t imagine letting him walk out of his life as subtly as he had walked in. She had never even had a sexual fetish and now she discovered herself the owner of a surprising handful… Was life really going to be like this? Able to surprise her after so long of being a relaxing if somewhat boring normalcy?
“That has never happened before… What sort of God of Sex are you…” She breathed out against his skin as she just found herself… In a word?... Awed.
(Up to Date!)
August 3 2020
9:17am
Bryce for his part was in the throes of absolute delight. As a mortal he had a lover who had come to understand one thing about Bryce - he genuinely loved the act of cunnilingus. The idea of orally pleasing a woman was something, for whatever reason, was an act he cherished. And it was one it seemed that in all his long years he could still do with some skill. Even now, with Amorette doubled over the couch and panting, Bryce was dazed himself. He had called her a goddess and for his tongue skills she had blessed him. Then baptized him with a stream of rosewater colored fluid that had gotten him completely soaked. Bryce had never considered himself a total freak, and yet when Amorette had held her pussy to his mouth and shot out her stream, he eagerly held his mouth open to catch all that she offered. Her stream was as good as liquid gold and he held his mouth open to take her in. As she called out his name he held his mouth open. The plasma she excreted was tinged red yet was also mixed with the fluid squirt consisted of. The mix was sweet, watery, and satisfying. Although Bryce had never consumed it, the effect was much like a coca-cola with a shot of rum. As she came over him the mix he couldn’t swallow he allowed to run down his chin and onto his chest. The squirt continued until it covered his body and her couch.
Bryce smiled in absolute pleasure at what he had caused Amorette to do. The couch quite possibly would be ruined but he’d see to it she had another. It was the least he could do. In the meantime he pulled her down from the back of the couch and smiled, his hair wet with her red honey. “I hope you’re not entirely spent, my dear. There is so much else I want to do.” His lips found hers again before he stood up, his wet, red-stained hair clinging to his shoulders and face. His porcelain skin now also stained red from her juices, was well toned as he turned to face her. “It’s been a long time Amorette, but I’m ready to share my body with someone. With you.” He slid his pants off fully and even removed his socks. His cock stood up fully erect. At nearly nine inches it was an impressive sight. Blue veins ran along the shaft while at the base were a series of papules under the skin that served no purpose other than increased stimulation for a woman’s labia. His entire package was shaved down as a matter of his own personal hygiene while the lower part of his abdomen did keep a small dusting of dark hair. His balls hung at the ready, all of him now coated with his own precum that had been smeared upon his skin by her earlier stroking. “I want you Amorette, I want to feel your body under me. But more to the point, I want you to have me.”
Amorette Cadière
August 3 2020
11:02am
No entirely spent? Really? Was he joking? She felt like a pat of butter left in the warm sun, she had very little form or function really, it was even a miracle she could string two thoughts together. She knew OF cunnilinguis and she had performed it herself on her two female lovers some many years ago, she considered herself well educated enough in it that her partners always enjoyed it, she however? Had never had it actually done to her own body. The male lovers she had never bothered and her female partners… Well… She was the ‘male’ in the relationship so it never actually came around. Bryce was her first and if he had done one thing tonight? He had taught her that there was a VAST difference between doing it to someone and having it done to you. He hit her so hard with this newness that she was entirely unprepared for it in EVERY sense of the word, literally, from start to end she felt like this was some sort of smut riddled sci-fi zone and she was the star of the episode. Definitely alternate dimension level experience.
How the hell did they get from her wanting to invite him in for kisses and tender touches to the most intense orgasm of her life? He’d even made her do something she wasn’t even aware she COULD do. She played with herself when the need arose, even the undead get urges after all, but in all those times… She’d never had an orgasm that intense or felt such a strong surge of pressure erupt from her in crystal like waves that sluiced down her thighs and into his waiting mouth… Coating his chin and neck, his upper shoulders before funneling down the center of his abs. Her emerald green velvet couch? Wasn’t ruined per sey but it sure as hell was going to need to be detailed. Then again it wasn’t like she could actually think about anything outside of trying to remember how to breathe… After all she started her heart daily, sort of came in tandem you know, but then again her scattered and sharp stuttered breathing was just a reflection of how hard her heart was slamming behind her breastbone.
And he wanted to do MORE?!
“The Gods couldn’t hope to do more… That must make you a devil…” She spoke softly, her voice sexier than before due to the slight rough edge of it, the way he had her screaming earlier had given her a huskiness that was downright sinful. A part of her? Was genuinely hoping that he was making a joke of some sort, she most assuredly couldn’t handle another one of those orgasms, that had damn near killed her and she was already undead to start with… Being pulled into his lap by arms far stronger than her own she fell against him in something of a limbless heap, a bit like a doll with the ease he could move her around, the glassy shine to eyes that were still dilated and dazed. “I can barely move…” She said with a gentle whimper before he kissed her and she found her arms coming up to loop around his neck and hold him close, her breasts pushed up against his wet chest, fingers tangling in his sticky damp hair… She had made quite the mess of him and a part of her felt incredibly guilty about it… They’d both definitely need a shower after th-…
Even her thoughts seemed to scatter like a thousand startled butterflies fluttering off here, there, and anywhere else the moment he began to speak and then took his clothes off… “Mon Dieu…” She breathed out in a rush of air as she stared in shock at what was likely the largest male sexual appendage she had ever seen… That was not a penis. That? Was a COCK. Literally she couldn’t take her eyes off of it as she stared in wonder before his words finally caught some sort of traction in her mind and were able to stick, sinking in once they did so and she was… Aware… As much as she had been hurt by sex and intimacy? So had he. Was she ready? Not really… It had been a very, very long time since she was intimate with someone, anyone really… There was the fact though that if she turned him down after extending that trust to her? How much more damage might she do to his soul that had likely already suffered too much to begin with? No Kindred in this world is without suffering and pain… Some more than others but none is allowed to exist untouched… She wouldn’t be the one to make his hurt even more than it already did…
There were words she could say after that, something soft and romantic that might linger in the air, something sensual and heady like cognac… But any word she said wouldn’t really do much compared to what she could DO. Slowly she undid the rest of her lingerie before reaching out to him, her hand gentle and warm on his hip as she guided him to stand closer to her. “Close your eyes for a few seconds my Priapus.” Which was the Greek God of Sex and the male penis. Once he did she had moved in and rather than go straight for his cock? She dipped lower to a much abandoned and ignored part of the male body… The scrotum was packed with nerve endings and plenty of them were capable of intense pleasure… Something she was more than happy to take advantage of as she ran her tongue up the center of his sack to the base of his cock before gently sucking them into her mouth where she’d trace intimate patterns of figure 8s and other sensual strokes that would have his knees buckling… One hand she dedicated entirely to his cock as she stroked up and down his shaft with that perfect mix of alternating pressures while giving it a bit of a twist of her wrist that would add that extra layer of stimulation… Her other hand caught up on her spit and slicked it back towards his sphincter but she didn’t pry… Rather instead given that many men were… Sensitive to it… She used her fingers to stroke over and around it while her thumb pressed against his taint to stroke his prostate through the thin skin there…
In no rush she made sure to dedicate her time to ensuring that he enjoyed every second of her pleasuring his body until she felt his cock start that rhythmic swelling of pre-orgasm before she released his balls from her mouth with a wet and satisfying pop… Moving then to the head of his shaft she licked up and down the under side of his cock before laving her tongue around the head of his cock, teasing along the ridge and rim of it before dipping her tongue into the little split at the tip… Getting his cock soaking wet with her spit before she parted her lips to take him into her mouth, circling stroking and curling her tongue all over the head of his cock before going down slowly… Dragging it out while one hand gripped his ass and the other his balls in a rhythmic stroking and rolling in her palm… More… More still until she suddenly and without warning went all the way down to the base of his shaft, the corners of her lips burning as she had to stretch as far as she could to accommodate him… Her throat stretching out till she thought she couldn’t take it a moment longer… The gag reflex kicking in as her throat fluttered and constricted around his cock before she moved back up to the tip… A thick stream of drool from her lips connecting to his cock before falling to splatter on her tits… A puddle forming between her thighs as pleasuring him? Aroused her and not small my any means either…
Back and forth she would go, gagging herseld over and over again on his cock like a starving whore for it, spit sleucing down his cock and from his balls in her hand as she slipped her fingers back and this time? This time she did enter. Slowly, respectfully she slid just one finger inside to search out his prostate and once she found it? She began to stroke it in rhythm with how she swallowed his cock to the base till her tongue ran over his balls… Up and down… Up and down again… Slowly picking up speed until she had tears collecting in the corners of her eyes and when she felt him beginning to cum? Slipped her hand from his balls between her thighs to finger her clit as she went all the way down to the base of his shaft for him to shoot his load down her throat as she came.
Bryce Keller
August 4 2020
2:16pm
What had Bryce looked forward to tonight? As he held a near paralyzed, fully naked Amorette in his arms he realized it was not this. It was not this woman who had completely and so easily taken him in. He had left his office and opted for a walk home because the night had been cool. Colder temperatures had always attracted him. Perhaps it was because he grew up in Romania. Perhaps it was because he was mortal once with the ability to create what one girl had called “boy warmth.” But again, he was mortal at the time and capable of such body heat. For the past five hundred years that had not been something he could produce again. His body simply could not produce heat unless it was friction heat.
He had not expected this. Had certainly not expected her. Amorette had come into his life perhaps an hour ago. And more had happened within that short time than in the past fifty years. For so long he had roamed believing himself unable to feel alive. That was the thing that always put him at odds with his clan. Jordis of the Danes had aired him and then left. Perhaps she had business elsewhere to attend to that took longer than she expected or perhaps that business had claimed her. The point was that Lucien and later Bryce had been a sort of outlier for his clan. He could hardly name any of his clan. He knew of the antediluvian Artemis, Jordis had spoken of the Greek goddess only in passing, it hadn’t been much, but it had been something.
Even then, Bryce had been looked down upon. Most of his peers valued governance and looked down upon technology. They were old men who saw it as something the humans threatened them with. Who used it to dare challenge “the way things have been.” Bryce however viewed technology as a tool to stay ahead in the masquerade. It was only natural after all. All life, living or undead had to evolve and adapt. Bryce had chosen a different path in order to stay ahead. Now, as he found himself in this house with Amorette, he found a kindred spirit who truly understood the masquerade. Amorette worked her spells the way he worked programming. He had never given much thought to the Tremere clan, truthfully finding the spellweavers a little off-putting. Amorette however had broken through. A clan he didn’t think much of, housed a member who gave him what he thought long gone - a taste of humanity. Of who he was.
The wonders of flavor-rich food had been a sublime gift. His seeking of a dog she could also see too because of her connections. Her connections to the old world via her French speaking and mannerisms had all reminded him of what he once was. Amorette had managed to bridge the gap between Lucien Ardelan and Bryce Keller. Given that within such a short time she had managed to accomplish so much, was it then any wonder he sought, no, they both sought to feel something they’d both lost touch with - the joys of the flesh.
Bryce stood up and saw Amorette do the same to rid herself of the last of her lingerie revealing herself fully to his own naked form. He watched her as she turned her wide-eyes upon his form. She then told him to close his eyes and for the span of a second Bryce had to consider the trust he was placing within her. Trust among the kindred was in short supply. Were it not for the Camarilla, many clans would not have ties to each other. And some, despite the Camarilla, did not care for ties anyway. While Bryce had no reason not to trust Amorette, he was allowing her near the most sensitive part of him besides his wounded brain and that would always warrant a pause to consider what he was allowing.
Such consideration was quickly given an override. Trust was a two-way street and she had trusted him with her womanhood. Now as she focused on his jewels he sharply inhaled. Her mouth drew them in while one hand stroked this shaft. The other...well that was different. She pressed at what’s called the taint to put some pressure of his prostate. It was dangerously close to that...oh! Her finger was wet and he was very intimately aware of that. Was it an out of body experience? His brain was throwing red flags yet his cock flexed within her grip as if encouraging. Could he? Would he? Would she really? No, she was backing off.
She pulled off of his sack with an audible pop and then began to focus on the head of his cock. Bryce felt knees momentarily buckle, a credit to Amorette already. A blow job was not something he easily gave into. Not that it wasn’t pleasureable for him, it’s just that it took a long time for it to respond to sucking. Amorette however had done far more than anyone before him hAD! His thoughts had been undeniably interrupted by Amorette’s actions. One hand on his ass, the other cradling his weighted balls and her mouth along his head, Ah, but that was the shock. Her mouth was no longer on his crown, it was down at the hilt and his swollen pink head now lost within her throat. Bryce could have roared, should have roared. And in fact meant to but when his mouth opened, air didn’t come out, it was drawn in by a sharp gasp.
“Oh gods above!” Bryce was finally able to stammer out. “Dear gods Amorette…!” She seemed to keep him in her throat for a full minute but it couldn’t have been that long. He then felt her throat tighten and then release only to tighten again before she removed it. He looked down upon that glorious sight of a rope of spit from the head of his dick to her lips. Only for it to fall between her tits. Had he ever seen something so, so, beautiful? He could see spit all around her mouth and at first he supposed some had hit her floor, only it was reddish. She was wet from her actions he realized. “Fuck, Amorette!” Her actions then went back and forth thanking him into her throat and then back out. Such sensations he’d never known before. And he felt his zealous cock beginning to respond. Then it went one step further.
A finger caught the drool on her breast then went back to his forbidden zone. Only she didn’t merely tease him as he expected. Slowly her finger pressed into his tight hole and Bryce couldn’t help but jump at the unexpected intrusion. Never, never had such a thing been done to him. He would not have allowed such a thing and yet now… had it been a lax moment for him? A moment where he wanted to give it a try? Or just that he trusted her? Whatever the reason, he did not fight it. His mouth hung open, the toes of his foot moving where he stood as he felt her search and then...then he felt something odd. He forced himself to swallow and it ended in a gasp, his eyes widened. “The..hell….oh. Ohhh gods….” his pleasure increased and he felt his cock starting to spasm. That little trigger in him mind now telling him that ejaculation was a foregone conclusion.
Her finger stroked, her throat tightened and this time he did roar. His hand went to her head as his dick head spasmed and he felt long, thick, ropes of cum shoot down her throat in an orgasm so powerful he felt his eyes blackout for a brief moment. All he could manage was an “Ah-ahhhhhh…!” His pelvis shaking as his balls now emptied themselves of blood and cum within her neck. Vaguely he was aware of a wetness at the corners of his eyes. He was supposed to be strong. Always. Unshakable. A rock, no, an immovable boulder. That was just how it was supposed to be. So how had this petite woman named Amorette, how had she shaken him to his core?
Amorette Cadière
August 4 2020
9:31pm
Pleasure was a creature of the fourth dimension. It was more than all five senses combined because it involved the mind, the heart and the soul, emotions and dreams all rolled into one. Like anything though it can be cheapened, watered down, polluted and sullied like a spring by a nuclear plant. She had seen romance ruined, love destroyed, and lives wrecked by pleasure and those who did not give it due justice… Who handed it as carelessly as if it were harmless when it was in fact anything but. Pleasure? Was like a fire. It could warm you, Illuminate your life, care for you in the form of assisting in cooking food or keeping predators at bay… But it could also turn entire forests to ash, houses to nothing more than slag and coals, burn you to a crisp. As a therapist she was very well aware of the way pleasure, sex, romance and happiness were all intrinsically linked. She also could tell you that it had nothing to do with being living because those very same driving forces push and pull the Undead along in the same way. Why else would the Camarilla struggle and war among itself if not for being a slave to the same passions and pursuit of pleasure that drove them when alive?
Rather than fight it or try to make some sort of logic out of it? She embraced it. Let it control her, move her as it willed, allowed every part of it to wash over her like a summer rain until she was drenched in the torrent… Blind and deaf to anything but the rhythmic pounding against her skin. Life? Was meant to be LIVED. Not just exited within. So when Bryce made the move to go from kissing to things more intense? Rather than say no, rather that let her many disappointments in the past lock her down or in, she stretched her hand out and let him take it. What did she have to lose? Her life? Better to lose it on an adventure than live forever and never taste something that might have been perfect if she had only dared to try. If she were honest? She was finding the taste of him on her tongue something to relish and revel in. He was dark and mysterious yet he seemed to have all the romance of the renaissance era, a modern man with the soul of a prince but the lips of a Casanova… He was trouble oh yes, the best kind of trouble though, the kind that shakes everything up and while it can be painful… Disorientating… Scary? When the dust settles you find yourself in that place over the rainbow and you can’t imagine your life any other way.
Perhaps she should have warned him about how she felt in regards to oral sex… There was an incredible power in it that so few even realized. A man? Oh a man could be brought to his knees and willingly enslave himself to a woman who gave good head and she? Ha been very determined to be the best at it that she could be. As such his reactions? Were telling her everything she wanted to hear and then some, it told her what made him tick, the things he loved versus the things he liked… She could tell that his experience in good head was as limited as hers was in regards to cunnilingus. This was her chance to return the favor and give him a tit for tat and she relished it… Perhaps more than she aught to admit to because the more he cried out, the tighter his balls became, the thicker his cock grew? It all just encouraged her more and the more she felt that? The more she was aroused by it… HE aroused her intensely just by the way he was so open in regards to how he felt, each time he moaned or cried out her name she felt her core pulse and she just got wetter and wetter until she was almost at the point of climax before she decided to push his envelope…
Respectful the entire time as she explored his body she was quite sure that no one had done this for him before which was… Such a shame. Men had their own g-spot just located in the back and so many men were denied those sensations because anything ‘back there’ was taboo and carried with it a ridiculous stigma. Well aware of the trust he was extending to her she wouldn’t break it as she bounced on her knees as she bobbed on his cock like it was the very thing she needed to remain in existence. She took her time with him, she didn’t rush this, didn’t just go at it like it was some combination lock she was trying to crack. Instead she came at him as a partner in this adventure of theirs, a fellow companion who wanted to show him the world that she knew existed, to guide him to embrace all the sensations… The way that pleasure could both consume you and set you free all at the same time…
All the while she was taking his torpid girthy length down her throat she was watching him through heavily lidded eyes, the blue of her own were so dreamy at that point that it could drown a man, the flush on her cheeks and the fullness of her lips… She was down on her knees by choice, a goddess serving her partner, favoring him with her prowess and she held nothing back. Each thrust she encouraged him to make down her throat had her moaning and gagging alternately, her nipples like ripe little berries as her perfectly pert tits bounced on her chest, her thighs slightly parted to reveal the lust that graced her thighs an made little spots on the carpet… His pleasure? Turned her on.
Immensely.
That tell tale pulsing as his cock began to thicken in her mouth told her what he already knew. His climax was forthcoming and that only seemed to trip her into a frenzy… Rising onto her knees a bit more she devoured him, consumed and ravaged his cock until there was nothing in the world but him ad her, nothing but the sensations of the places where their bodies joined… the hand in her hair? Was like the cream to her éclair as she moaned thickly around his cock till it virtually vibrated and she reached up to grab his other hand so they were both burried in her hair before he suddenly gave what could only be called a lusty roar and that? Tripped her off her own edge as she came the moment she tasted him explode down her throat… Pulling back so that she could take those mouthfuls of sticky, protein rich spunk like strawberry syrup, cherry red glaze… She… Lost it… He was old… Powerful… A strong vampire clan not to mention he had been a physically fit and virile man when he was alive… All of this combined to hit her system like ecstasy and she? Broke that fourth wall and pulled off his cock with a high sweet cry of nothing short of rapture… His cum shooting that last bit onto her face and open mouth… Fangs extended as she lapped at the head of his dick like a sucker before rolling his cum in the dip of tongue, savoring it as she whimpered and shivered… Hands in her hair before catching those rubies he had splattered across her face, bringing them to her lips where she sucked each finger clean with nothing short of greedy gusto as she shivered and panted in nothing less than a state of euphoria.
Between then and now they had somehow moved off of the floor and back onto the couch where she sat curled up in his arms as they both slowly drifted down from the stars… Her heart still hammering at the extreme potency of his spunk and how it was like lightning in her veins. She felt… SATISFIED… True it might not mean to others what it did to her but one thing was for sure? It was the first time in her life that she had ever felt sexual satisfaction. She? Was more than just fine to curl up where she was and lay there for the rest of the night but he… Had other ideas…
Not a word was spoken but she knew without there needing to be any that he was far from done… All she could do was give a slight feminine whimper as he stood up from the couch with her still held in her arms and with a few pointed gestures lead him to the top floor where her master bedroom and bathroom was. This place? Was private. It was her den, the place she would be sleeping, every bit of it was personalized to her… Bare of knick-nacks or excessive furniture it was exceedingly elegant and extremely french. Dark greens… Velvet and silk… Engraved wall panels and gilded mirrors… Classical art from Rembrandt and Picasso, a book of poetry by Byron and both Frankenstein and Dracula beside it, sheet music from Jean-Jacques Rousseau and Chevalier de Saint-Georges… And if he looked closely? Every piece was supposed to have been lost to time or gone missing… Damaged in fires or flood… Each of them painstakingly and perfectly repaired… The books were all autographed by the writers and the sheet music was all first renditions… Everything in that room right on down to the Versailles velvet drapes was antique… All from the era and after when she was alive…
“Bryce…” She spoke softly as so many things in that room were a direct reflection of who she was… Her soul and her passions on display… Art, literature, music… All respected and adored… A room that appeared far more masculine than feminine which lent itself to her delicate and feminine beauty like the stem lends itself to the blossoming rose. A moment late he laid her out on the bed and once more than blush rose on her cheeks as he got onto the bed beside her and she saw he was hard once more. Rising up onto her elbows she made a low, kitten like purr as she rolled onto her stomach and took that now hard cock into her mouth once more and slowly, decadently began to move up and down his cock until she was deep throating him again till any bit of the cum left from before was gone and he had urged her to roll over onto her back so her golden hair fanned out behind her on the bed like waves of sunlight. “It’s been… Over a century for me…” Spoken so softly it was barely over a whisper before he came to her and gently urged her thighs apart and the flush on her cheeks only grew brighter… He took his time with her though, rubbing his cock up and down her slit until she was gasping and wriggling under him, nails raking up and down his arms until he finally slammed it into her when neither of them could take it a moment longer and she found herself arching her back as beautifully as a perfectly drawn bow while her nails broke skin where she gripped him, the cry trapped in her throat before erupting in a succulent cacophony of what could only be called audible perfection. It was high… Sweet… Innocent and utterly addictive as she shattered around his huge cock inside a place far too small to fit… The very girth and length of him inside her was like a hand to a perfectly tailored glove… Tight until you warmed it up and fit like a second skin…
Bryce Keller
August 8 2020
4:01pm
Bryce had taken care to lay her on the bed. They both knew what this would become - how could it go any other way? After having her beautiful core centered on his tongue.
Bryce carried Amorette up the stairs in his arms, feeling the nuzzle of her face against his and he smiled at the loving gesture. “I don’t know the way so show me.” He whispered as he looked around at the hallways and the darkly decorated interiors with approval. He appreciated her style and choice in aesthetic. Once the door to her bedroom was opened he looked around at the heavily draped curtains casting the room into deeper shadows. The dark paint on the walls matched the sheets on the bed, a stark contrast to the wan pallor of Amorette’s vampiric body. In fact it was now different from where her complexion had been. Tanning lotions? A spell perhaps? He had yet to really sit and talk about her masquerade secrets though it was clear she went far to maintain her appearance.
Now though, had the lotion been absorbed or the timed spell expired whatever the case was, she was exquisite. He stood upon the dark stained hardwood floor and just looked upon her body. The way her golden hair fanned out around her head, her shapely neck down to the perkiness of her tits, her toned stomach and the divot of her navel, all the way down to the muted gold of the hair around her pussy. Her sex appeal was undeniable and Bryce felt himself with that familiar urge from earlier, the one demanding he fill her wet pussy up with his length and let her milk him for every drop of moisture he had to give.
Upon a second look around the room he considered that maybe, just maybe, all of the darkness, the old time style and settings, were all a reflection of her. Of who she was. He got the sense that perhaps she had to be the strong one in any sort of relationship. Her very profession required strength. Humans were capable of being very fucked up. The kindred? Even more so. And if one was so bad they needed therapy, that just compounded how bad things had gotten. Bryce himself could attest to that fact. Now he watched as she rolled onto her stomach and took his reawakened cock into her mouth.
Bryce gasped again at the feeling and pressed his pelvis forward, feeding her every last centimeter he had. His next feeling was one of being caught yet again. He felt Amorette stretch her slender neck to accommodate his girth and knew that if he allowed her to continue then he would end up cumming working her mouth again. “No, no, I need your pussy. I need to feel you Amorette.” She then told him it had been over a century. Since she’d last had sex?! “Oh Amorette, that is a crime. And one I can’t allow to continue. Almost as long for me. By tonight, I want it with you.”
Amorette then shifted onto her back and they made eye contact. “Only as far as you wish…” he reassured her and when she made a slight dip of her head he slowly used his hands to ease her thighs apart. Her womanhood was again tinged red, nearly as red as her cheeks. Was she embarrassed? Perhaps one so used to being the top, finding herself on her back was a switch she was not entirely comfortable with. He moved his hair back behind his ear. “Fear not, this is for both of us.” He whispered. An assurance that he had no motive to make her uncomfortable. “I want to make love to you, but I want your respect more.” He took a step back to show he was serious only for her to take his wrist and pull him back.
They locked eyes again and with a nod of agreement he came back to her. “I am yours.” He whispered as he took his length in his hand and began to tease to slit with the blunted head of his dick. “Is is wet for me Amorette? Is it ready for me?” The words a sweet, breathy whisper. Not even a question but more said as a preamble to what was about to happen. He watched as she nodded her head, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she eyed his member, now red with her blood and honey. She whined our her agreement each time again as that silly human game of speaking before the act. But then again, to just do it without any words seemed to rob it of any passion did it not?
Bryce rubbed his swollen pink head to her clit and watched as she jumped at the feeling. “You are so beautiful Amorette, I’m going to fuck you so good my sweet…” the smoky look in her eyes didn’t just welcome that, she took it as a vow that he had better follow through on. Bryce gave her clit a few more runs but noticed her own lube was running out so he spat on his dick and eased that along her clit, now with the slickness restored he continued to rub his length along her sex until her legs shook in frustration. Bryce could see that she worried about his size. So he eased her legs up and carefully put her hands under her knees. His green eyes then made contact with her blue ones as he took his manhood into a hand, then steadied himself over Amorette. “My pussy.”
He growled as he pressed his tip to her lips and pressed his full length into her. Her hands went from her knees and to his arms and then to his hips to steady him. He felt her nails dig in as he buried his thick cock within her tight depths. He gasped as he felt her warm, slick walls stretch to accommodate his size and he sharply drew in a breath. “Oh fuck yes Amorette...oh you feel so good…” he whispered as he leaned himself down and gave her a hungry kiss upon her lips. He had withdrawn himself a bit before slipping back in with enough force he could feel his balls slap against her ass making him smile lustfully. “You like that baby? est-ce ma chatte?” he asked in her native tongue as he began building his speed, working his big sturdy tool in and out of her soaked tunnel.
Amorette Cadière
August 8 2020
5:57pm
A little bit of both if she were honest. She had spells that helped her with the Masquerade, some that were Tremere and others that were more personalized, little things that she had made herself… The flush to her skin and the way she could blush? Magic imbued blood. Her nails and hair that still grew? Magic. The warmth of her body though was simply a choice she made, being petit she could use the blood in her body for such things like a heart beat and warm skin, for pleasure and to rise early… Her appearance though? That was all her in her life, no assistance form Tzemesci or spells, her appearance was entirely natural. Perhaps that was why she passed for a human so easily? A blend of all the parts of her both magic, blood and simple genetics, over all it lent itself well and allowed her to pretend that she still had that humanity within herself…
Then again with how masculine the room was you’d think she was trying to present a different persona than the one she lived outside. The truth? How better to frame her own aerial beauty and the fragility that is the very epitome of exquisite femininity? It wasn’t about power, she wielded her own like a scalpel versus a mallet, she wasn’t about force she was all about finesse. The very fact the colors were dark and masculine were the perfect frame work for her lighter colored beauty. The fact that the colors suited Bryce? Was a very unique and unexpected twist of fate but a happy one none the less. Bryce? Was seeing a part of her that no one else ever had, not her lovers or her teacher, not even a friend. This room? Was her sanctuary and it was only fitting her first lover in a hundred years be the one to help her christen the room so to speak.
On her belly after he set her as gentle as paper thin bone china in her bed she took him into her mouth, almost insatiable for the cock that had the corners of her mouth burning, her throat aching from the girth but the pain was so… Good… So… Addictive… And the high she got from his large loads of delicious red tinted spunk? It was like a drug tailored just for her and of course she was more than eager to get her next fix on the heels of the first. It was only his denial that stopped her from pursuing that tasty goal, her heart hammering in her chest as she looked up at him and slowly pulled off, laying on her back atop the bed and watching him with a mix of excitement and… Perhaps… Something more? It was that little hidden gem that made her cheeks flush because… Well for her? This was sort of the first time she ever… Wanted… TO have sex. Not because someone ELSE wanted it but because SHE did. How he had done it? She still didn’t know but she wasn’t eager to let it end. “You stop wanting it when there is nothing but the joining of flesh each time… Sex has never been something I… Enjoyed… It was just a vessel to the others for their own journeys…” She perpetually in the back seat as she was simply there to go along with the ride and nothing else. All she asked in this moment? Was that if she didn’t feel something more than she had with the others? That they would stop. She didn’t want to have to go through the entire ordeal feeling as though she might as well not even be in her body at that point.
As if to show her his genuine intent he actually stepped back from her and she couldn’t allow that. The fact that she didn’t even let him leave her side told her more than words could that there was indeed something here. What? She didn’t know. She DID however want to find out… “Then show me how one makes love… It’s never something I’ve had… I suppose I’m afraid that… Words will just be that and I won’t… I won’t FEEL anything…” She’d loved people… Heard them say they loved her back… Never once did she Feel it though, not in bed or out of it, no surge of warmth or compassion… A need to be with someone… In her mind? She often worried she was broken, disassociated with sex and it would never be something she could enjoy, a terror that reared it’s head in every relationship and had so far? Proven itself true.
Maybe she didn’t have anything to fear this time? As he stroked his cock up and down her honeyed folds she grew wetter and wetter still, her breath starting to catch as her nails scored along his skin with need, lip caught between her teeth as she rolled her head from side to side… Eager… Hungry… Nipples so hard that they ached… “S'il te plait ... s'il te plait, baise moi, je n'en peux plus.” She begged, something she had never been brought to the point of before in her sexual life, thighs drawing in close around him as she sought to pull him into her… All the while she? Felt in control for the most part… Or perhaps more like an equal partner in this venture, she could top him when ever she wanted, take control when she felt like it. She was, after all, assertive in bed and almost always the dom in the relationship… But then Bryce said something as he lined his cock up with her while guiding her legs up so that she could press her heels into his shoulders and she began to question her role for the first time… No one had ever done more than missionary and this position? Rolle her ass up a bit and left her feeling both tight and exposed… Not something she was familiar with… But then he really ruined her with just two words…
“My Pussy”
One moment she was a confident woman in control and the next she suddenly felt something rigid and terse inside herself melt away like hoarfrost in the sun… Something she didn’t get a chance to examine as the next moment he was suddenly in her and she just saw white for a moment but that moment… Oh.. Fuck… “Parfait - Tellement putain – Parfait!” She cried out in nothing short of absolute feminine bliss as she felt the tears prick behind her lids as she felt EVERYTHING… Every. Fucking. Thing. Every ridge and every throbbing vein was imprinted on her cunt and she began to lost her mind… Or at least it felt like that as she reached down to grab his hips and pulled him into her before he began to pull out, only to repeat the movement with even more force and brutality the second time and by the GODS! She was soaking wet with pleasure before he moved down to kiss her, her legs easily resting over his shoulders as she was easily incredibly flexible as she held him there and made love to him with her kisses, noses touching when he pulled away just enough to speak… Her hands linked behind his neck to hold him to her while her toes curled tightly in pleasure. “Oui, c'est ta chatte Bryce, baise ta chatte, baise ta petite pute-“ She gasped as she rolled her hips up to take him that extra bit with a sharp cry of pleasure as he sunk well past her ability to stretch and began to rub parts of her no one had ever reached. “Montre à ta petite pute qui est le maître, baise-moi plus fort, fais-moi jouir comme ta petite salope personnelle-!” Yeah GODS she had never said anything like that in her LIFE, EVER Yet they were falling off her lips like cherry blossoms in June, eyes dark as sapphire as they were lost and yet found in his emerald green ones all the same…
True to her request? He did indeed fuck her like she begged, jack hammering into her until the bed was rocking and hitting the wall behind them, the sticky sweet sounds of skin hitting skin in a rapid cacophony of pleasure riddled chaos as her cries got higher, louder… Releasing his neck to claw her nails down his back until she couldn’t take it anymore and felt blood well under her nails as she dug her nails into his ass and came harder than she thought might have been possible… His cock, balls and thighs splattered with a sticky wet shower of nectar as she cried out like a well fucked whore, body jerking and trembling under him as she virtually baptized him with her pleasure… All the while? Poor Bryce would find it impossible to move as her orgasm had hit her so hard? That her cunt locked up around him like a Chinese finger trap, the more he tried to pull out the tighter she got around him as she gasped and mewled as the waves brought her high one moment then drowned her the next, both starlight and the black abyss of space as she found herself spinning…
Was she done?
Hardly.
“Mon tour...” She said and with a grace that was something like feline and sheer moonlight mixed into one she rolled them so that she was on top and he? Spread out in the bed under her, his hair sticking to his shoulders and strands across his chest, this glorious specimen of a man who finally taught her why everyone else was so obsessed with sex… Why it drove people crazy… For her? This was… Sublime… But she wanted more… Sitting atop of him she moved into a kneeling position before extending one of her lusciously long legs and resting her foot against his strong neck and gorgeous jaw line. The other she had bent under her as she slowly slid off of his cock and left it resting between her honeyed folds where she’d begin to stroke and grind against it so he could see his cocks head teasing in and out of her labia. “C'est ta chatte Bryce?” She asked and as she pressed her toes in against his jawline to make his head tilt back. “Tu veux cette chatte, n'est-ce pas mon animal de compagnie? Vous voulez pousser cette grosse bite méchante dans ma petite chatte parfaite jusqu'à ce que vous ne puissiez plus la supporter?” She’d ask before she’d lift her hips and line herself up over him, one hand on the base of his cock and the other stroking his balls, dragging the tip of her tongue across her lips as she looked at him as if she could eat him with a spoon. "Tu veux cette chatte parfaite? Alors qui est la bite? Hmm? Est-ce ma bite?” She asked before she’d start to lower herself onto it but only to the tip where she began to truly torture him, flexing her core around him in a mind blowing massage of her slick tight walls, her cunt was exceptionally well toned and she could easily use them to make him cum without so much as lifting her hips if she wished.
“Tell me who’s cock this is Bryce.” She said before moving her foot so that his head was pressed to the side, stroking along his jaw before tilting it to the other, her lips curled in that mona lisa smile of hers. “Is this MY cock Bryce? Does your Cock belong to Me? Only me?” She asked and if, when he gave her a suitable answer? She would suddenly drop her hips over his and take him full to the tilt in one fast, fluid motion that saw the head of his cock pressing against then slightly sinking into her womb which made her whimper in surprise, her nipples hardening up all over again as she rolled her hips atop of him… Savoring the feel of that most primal of invasions… “Remplis mon ventre de ton foutre Bryce ... Je veux te sentir lourd en moi ... Fais-moi sentir comme si mon animal élevait sa maîtresse-“ It was both a command and a request. She had never felt this before and it was triggering primal parts of her that had never even been touched before… Now? Now she wanted HIM to touch them… All of them… Starting with flooding her cunt and womb with his seed until she got the rush every woman gets when they risk being pregnant… Undead or not? The primal kick and trigger is still there, sex and pleasure itself would never be as good as it might without the rush and right now? She wanted it with him. “Baise un bébé dans ta maîtresse Bryce- Baise-moi jusqu'à ce que je sois enceinte- je veux sentir ton sperme en moi-“
Bryce Keller
August 15 2020
2:57pm
Bryce’s mouth opened as she put him onto his back. His fangs flashing within the small amount of light in the room and his cock throbbed as his body tried to direct more blood to his already hard member. The result was a momentary swelling before it resumed its usual size. It was leaking blood and seminal fluid as she positioned herself above him. “Yes that’s my pussy, and that’s your cock isn’t it? Take it Amorette. Take it and make it yours.” He goaded her she then sat back and ran his length between those soft pillows still slick with her blood and honey. Bryce had no need for air besides to push it from it lungs and into his vocal cords in order to speak, despite that, he found himself panting for oxygen. It’s what happened next that snapped him to attention.
She extended her leg and rested her toes against his jawline. His cock throbbed, getting even harder again, a sure sign that he was turned on by what she had done. “Oh gods!” He swallowed hard as he shut his eyes. Bryce couldn’t point to a specific time that he discovered his favor for a woman’s foot. There was no traumatic experience nor romantic one that created such a fetish for him. And yet, as her foot hovered near his mouth he opened it, ready to take her toes in. Yet she didn’t. She kept it right where it was. Such torture! ”S'il te plaît maîtresse, laisse-moi embrasser tes pieds…” Only she didn’t, instead she lowered her pussy down only far enough to take the pink, rounded head of his cock into her. His eyes widened as he stared blankly up at the ceiling. Even with her most seductive game of “just the tip” she was a dangerous lay. He could feel her walls squeezing and releasing, promising all kinds of pleasure if only he could fit more of himself within her slick depths. ”Oui, oui maîtresse. C'est ta bite, c'est juste pour toi. Seulement pour toi!”
There was a brief moment where he wondered if his answer was suitable to Amorette. He got his answer when she sank her slender body down atop of his, he could feel her tightened pussy stretching around him, gripping and releasing as she was already trying to massage the cum out of his shaft. Bryce opened his mouth to howl out his pleasure but all that came out was a strangled gasp. “Ah...ah…!” He whispered at the pleasure she flooded his brain with. It was divine how she began to ride him. His eyes opened his eyes to look over at her and saw her sizable breasts bouncing as she worked at his tool. He couldn’t resist reaching up and taking her breasts into his hands. Bryce kneaded at the tender mounds playfully, his fingers plucking at her already stiff nipples. Seeing the expression on her face as he played with the pale pigmented buds.
Bryce raised his hips to meet hers and heard her words. He recognized it for what it was, she had a pregnancy fetish. Of course it was preposterous that Kindred could have children but she enjoyed the idea of it. The risk behind the idea of it. Bryce had a moment of clarity with that, perhaps she really did enjoy the masquerade. Something that he could find himself coming to do. During his time it had become more or less just a way of life. A nightly routine same as brushing his teeth, which may seem an oddly humorous thing for a vampire to do. But alive or dead teeth can decay. And a vampire with no teeth would be a pitiful existence.
Her kink was fine as far as he was concerned. As a mortal he had wanted children, a want that would go unfulfilled upon his embrace and last until his final death. And oh, how sweet such a thing would be if Amorette could indeed bear his children! Though it couldn’t happen, he could at least amuse their mutual fantasy. “Oh Amorette, Je vais pomper ta petite chatte pleine de mon sperme!” He leaned forward and put his hands on her thighs, pulling her down while raising his hips up, slipping his cock further into her tight snatch. “Montez-moi jusqu'à ce que je vous inonde de mon sperme. Donnez-moi des bébés Amorette!”
Amorette Cadière
August 15 2020
4:01pm
If someone had told her the night before she would have a perfect stranger in her lair, burried in her cunt, whispering the most deliciously perverted smut into her ear in her native French? She would have smiled that little smile of hers and simply let them go on believing that impossibility. After all she hadn’t had sex in a century and she had pretty much given up on sex and romance in general, after being alive THIS long and having a handful of failures and not one success in her wake? Well it left her jaded… Terribly so…
Before Bryce.
“That’s right my Pet, this is My Cock, every thick hot inch of it belongs to me.” A thick, sensual croon as she wrapped her lips around each word like an intimate caress, truth in each syllable she spoke. This? Was her cock and Bryce might as well just bow down to her desires. She had never enjoyed sex much, definitely not when she was alive and as a Vampire, well it was just… Meh. But Bryce? Made her toes curl, her spine shiver, her belly tighten and her core spasm just with the idea of it… Now that it was here? She was far too invested to give it up… His spunk was a high she never wanted to forget and the way he made her cum? Oh no… She would have him no matter the cost and she didn’t care how dirty she might have to play to have him either.
Bryce was Her Addiction.
When he reacted to her long, slender and well maintained toes against his jaw she smiled and oh, that smile… Dangerous and sexy all at once as she saw a fetish in the flesh of his and how could she not make use of it? Especially when she had such pretty feet to start with. “Tu veux embrasser les pieds de ta maîtresse, mon petit animal? Qu'est-ce que tu es prêt à faire, hmm? Que me proposez-vous pour vous donner ce que vous voulez?” Liquid sex with a touch of sensual smoke laced the favor of her words to him as she moved her toes along his jawline, flexing them so that they gripped the scruff of his five o’clock shadow, pressing in just enough to drive hm a little more wild. She upped that pleasurable torment by slowly lowering herself onto the head of his cock while she flexed her Kegel muscles around him like a scalding hot vice that pulsated just for him. She understood that the stronger those muscles were the better the orgasm she could have and not one to sell herself short? Well she most assuredly knew what she was doing while she ensured the most delicious of torture for him.
Once he had answered her she lowered herself fully atop of him and she took no prisoners in bed, especially not with this lover of hers, she demanded his complete surrender or nothing at all. What she had not expected was her own mutual submission to him though, her steel spine suddenly learning to bend so that he could take control as much as she did, a mutual share of power… One that ended up triggering things in her that were both heavenly and horrifying all at once… Most of all the desire that had never once stirred in her when she was alive but now that she was dead? That the feat in and of itself was impossible? It suddenly birthed itself into a vicious hunger that was consuming her… Dragging her down into it and oh Gods… She didn’t even try fighting it.
Large, strong, calloused hands found their way to her breasts as he shaped them against his palms. She was… Addicted to his hands in a way, they were so damned big compared to her own and the way they felt when he man handled her tits was enough to make her gasps and tremble as she bounced on his cock in a rhythm that started slow and ended hard and fast… The way she rolled her hips back on the lift and forward on the drop so that his cock was stirring up her insides and hitting all those sweet spots till she was damn near trembling with pleasure that she couldn’t begin to contain. “Oh God- Don’t stop-… Pinch them harder-“ She ordered as his fingers tweaked and tugged her nipples before he’d pinch them firmly and she cried out hard and sweet, feeling them cone out under the tension as her pace picked up, ass slapping hard against his thighs with that sweet slick wet sound of flesh striking flesh…
To her surprise she was running out of willpower, she who had the patience of a saint and the understanding of a guardian angel, she who had guided dozens of people through the mental maze… Was crumbling under her needs like a sand castle during a torrential downpour. Unable to resist a moment longer she moved against him and confessed her needs, her cheeks pink with embarrassment and shame that he might find the whole thing repulsive, that he’d push her off and walk out… After all many Kindred females find elation and freedom from the stress of procreation… She herself was one as children had never once been something that she wanted… Yet here she was drowning in the sea of it.
Rather than deny her though she found his hands leaving her tits and moving to her hips where they dug in hard enough to bruise, pushing his cock even deeper into her until she cried out in that pleasure riddled pain as he entered her deepest and most sacred spot… Stretching out that ultra tight channel till tears welled up in her eyes and trickled down her cheeks, her hands coming to rest over his as he took over the tempo, bouncing her hard and shallow on his cock until all she could do was whimper. “Putain! - Putain, ça fait mal s -... Si bon -... Tu es si ... Si profond ... En-dedans- En moi -... S'il te plait jouis- Jouis en moi Bryce- donne-moi. .. Donne-moi tout .... Tout ton sperme .... Donne-moi une fille ... Baise ta fille en moi ...” She gasped as she struggled with what could only be described as perfect pain, looking down at him as she surrendered to his pace, a slave to his movements as she matched his needs until she felt herself starting to cum. Once it started there was no stopping it, so hard and intense that when it hit her? It was like getting side swiped by a meteor and she cried out his name in an almost shriek as the shock of it all left her blinded… Blacked out as her body jerked and trembled above him while her core locked up around his cock like a Chinese finger trap. The more he tried to pull out? The tighter she got as she gripped his cock with a death wish, pulsing and sucking along it’s length to milk out ever drop of spunk he had left in his balls until even he was empty and couldn’t take another climax tonight…
When the final spasm left her body she fell against him, their hair a tangle of soft brown and delicate honey gold, pale limbs dusted with a flush of life from the vigor’s of sex and blood tinted sweat. Breathing might not be a necessity of a vampire but it was a habit she had never quit and now? She found herself panting sharply atop of him, her breath a scattered stucco as it puffed across his skin, eyes closed in little more than absolute wonder of the moment. She had never cum in bed before but he wrung them from her body like childs play. She had never even wanted a lover yet now she couldn’t imagine letting him walk out of his life as subtly as he had walked in. She had never even had a sexual fetish and now she discovered herself the owner of a surprising handful… Was life really going to be like this? Able to surprise her after so long of being a relaxing if somewhat boring normalcy?
“That has never happened before… What sort of God of Sex are you…” She breathed out against his skin as she just found herself… In a word?... Awed.
(Up to Date!)
Never had Bryce been so turned on. So hot. Even during his time with Melanie which had been a struggle even on the best of nights. Their sex had been fulfilling for sure, but Amorette? Amorette fed his foot fetish. She then spoke such delicious dirty talk and even encouraged his own. While it was true that he was in effect, potentially fucking his future therapist, who better to have sex with than someone he could actually talk to? Of course, it didn’t hurt that Amorette was a complete beauty.
He watched her as he felt her bottom out on him, the head of his dick colliding with her cervix and he heard her give a quick start and he could see on her face that mix of pleasure and pain. Yes she did not stop her movements, nor did her slick walls continue to massage and rub against his shaft. There was a look of impending release upon his face as she continued her pace until he heard her moan out his name and he felt his own floodgates break against her. Lifting his torso up he put his arms around her, holding his against his body. Could either of see their union then they would have seen Bryce’s cock pulsing as the orgasm overtook him. His balls nestled up against the base of his shaft as they emptied themselves of his blood and semen. His arms tightened as the sensations of so many pent up years rushed through his brain. Was there some cosmic balance that had to be paid into? That Bryce had to go for so long as unfulfilled and lonely, that now with Amorette he could see his investment of time now pay dividends? Never had he felt a pussy so tight, nor had he ever come across a woman who seemed to need that sweet release as much as she did. Out of the haze of his climax Bryce was sure of one thing: he had to know this woman who had taken him so completely by surprise.
There was one problem he’d noticed however - the last time he had sex had taken much longer for him to climax. Amorette clearly hadn’t had any problems with this amount of time, and yet, he wondered how he’d not lasted long at all. Out of practice. He pursed his lips. It might take a while to get back into the swing of things.
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One Week Later
The house was gated with a black iron fence that set between two large stone columns. The gravel driveway it blocked was made up of white stones that winded into what looked like woods with trees surrounding all sides of the car path. Next to the left column was a small keypad set the height of a car window. Cameras could not be seen but doubtless they were keeping watch. Had one followed the winding driveway further into the cover of the trees they would discover that nearly a quarter of a mile back the driveway became a loop at the front of the house with a branch that leads into a large garage.
The house itself was kept very low to the ground with exterior lights inset into the overhang of the roof. The lights were spaced about ten feet apart and looked as if they circled the entire outside. There were a few windows but they each had blinds that could heavily shutter them blocking out intruders and even the sunlight itself. Each space was measured with precision to avoid even a millimeter gap. The inside was done in a very modern, black and white style. There were no stairs anywhere except for going down into the basement.
Bryce himself stepped out of the shower, his long brown hair wet and stuck to his body. The black stone floor was laced with veins of white marbling under his feet. He looked into the mirror as he brushed his teeth, the same face looking back at him as it had for five hundred years. The apartment back in New York he’d shared with Melanie suddenly came into his mind. Usually about this time in his dream one of his children would come in, pay him no mind and start using the toilet right in front of him. But there were no children. There never would be. The bitch had given him a dream he’d loved. And a dream he could never realize. How could he not be a little messed up over the fact that he had been given a dream that seemed so real, that had given him so much fulfillment, only to realize the family he thought he had was an illusion.
Bryce spat into the sink and inspected his teeth. Oral hygiene was very much a necessity in dreams or in reality after all. Then looked at himself in the mirror. These weekly private sessions with Amorette- no, Doctor Cadière, were about to hit a milestone. It was very important that Bryce remind himself that there were two sides to the woman. Amorette, his lover and not his therapist, and Dr. Cadière, his therapist and not his lover. Yes they slept together the first night they met, but this was more of a wellness visit.
After a moment Bryce draped the red towel back on the hook and made his way to his bedroom. The black and white motif carried within the house continued even in there. Heavy black drapes hung over the windows keeping any sunlight held back. Of course with it being night, the curtains were scaled back and the lights within the room were just a series of small ones inset within the ceiling meant to give off the image of starlight. The ceiling itself was lowered so that the room was kept very cozy. It was his sanctuary after all. Bryce removed three towel from his body and replaced it on his head. Rubbing the bath sheet furiously he looked in the mirror to see that his hair had become a great deal more dry, but still retained a lot of water. He shrugged at himself in the mirror and decided to let it air dry the rest of the way.
Reaching into his dresser Bryce pulled out a pair of boxer briefs, then opting for comfort, selected a pair of faded blue jeans and a black shirt featuring the metal band Disturbed’s name on it. Bryce got dressed then made his way to the kitchen where he looked over some final paperwork involving the dimensions of the nightclub he was seeking to purchase and completely renovate. “Alexa, play My Darkest Days.” He spoke out loud and listened as “Every Lie” started playing as he removed a bag of plasma and it’s red blood cell companion bag from the refrigerator. Unlike popular myth, a blood bag could not be stored immediately after collection. It had to be separated into its core components - red cells and plasma. Platelets were the third component to blood but were found to be useless to a vampire. Better they get sent on to a hospital to aid in some human’s treatment. The red cell and plasma bag were both emptied into a special machine that would combine them and could even add a flavor to the mixture. Bryce opted not for any flavor however, perhaps once his guest arrived.
A minute later and his glass was filled with the blood mix and was even heated to 97.8 degrees - Bryce always opted for a little cooler than warmer. That was when the doorbell rang. “Alexa, front door view on tv.” Seeing that it was his anticipated guest he smiled. “Unlock the door.”
He watched her as he felt her bottom out on him, the head of his dick colliding with her cervix and he heard her give a quick start and he could see on her face that mix of pleasure and pain. Yes she did not stop her movements, nor did her slick walls continue to massage and rub against his shaft. There was a look of impending release upon his face as she continued her pace until he heard her moan out his name and he felt his own floodgates break against her. Lifting his torso up he put his arms around her, holding his against his body. Could either of see their union then they would have seen Bryce’s cock pulsing as the orgasm overtook him. His balls nestled up against the base of his shaft as they emptied themselves of his blood and semen. His arms tightened as the sensations of so many pent up years rushed through his brain. Was there some cosmic balance that had to be paid into? That Bryce had to go for so long as unfulfilled and lonely, that now with Amorette he could see his investment of time now pay dividends? Never had he felt a pussy so tight, nor had he ever come across a woman who seemed to need that sweet release as much as she did. Out of the haze of his climax Bryce was sure of one thing: he had to know this woman who had taken him so completely by surprise.
There was one problem he’d noticed however - the last time he had sex had taken much longer for him to climax. Amorette clearly hadn’t had any problems with this amount of time, and yet, he wondered how he’d not lasted long at all. Out of practice. He pursed his lips. It might take a while to get back into the swing of things.
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One Week Later
The house was gated with a black iron fence that set between two large stone columns. The gravel driveway it blocked was made up of white stones that winded into what looked like woods with trees surrounding all sides of the car path. Next to the left column was a small keypad set the height of a car window. Cameras could not be seen but doubtless they were keeping watch. Had one followed the winding driveway further into the cover of the trees they would discover that nearly a quarter of a mile back the driveway became a loop at the front of the house with a branch that leads into a large garage.
The house itself was kept very low to the ground with exterior lights inset into the overhang of the roof. The lights were spaced about ten feet apart and looked as if they circled the entire outside. There were a few windows but they each had blinds that could heavily shutter them blocking out intruders and even the sunlight itself. Each space was measured with precision to avoid even a millimeter gap. The inside was done in a very modern, black and white style. There were no stairs anywhere except for going down into the basement.
Bryce himself stepped out of the shower, his long brown hair wet and stuck to his body. The black stone floor was laced with veins of white marbling under his feet. He looked into the mirror as he brushed his teeth, the same face looking back at him as it had for five hundred years. The apartment back in New York he’d shared with Melanie suddenly came into his mind. Usually about this time in his dream one of his children would come in, pay him no mind and start using the toilet right in front of him. But there were no children. There never would be. The bitch had given him a dream he’d loved. And a dream he could never realize. How could he not be a little messed up over the fact that he had been given a dream that seemed so real, that had given him so much fulfillment, only to realize the family he thought he had was an illusion.
Bryce spat into the sink and inspected his teeth. Oral hygiene was very much a necessity in dreams or in reality after all. Then looked at himself in the mirror. These weekly private sessions with Amorette- no, Doctor Cadière, were about to hit a milestone. It was very important that Bryce remind himself that there were two sides to the woman. Amorette, his lover and not his therapist, and Dr. Cadière, his therapist and not his lover. Yes they slept together the first night they met, but this was more of a wellness visit.
After a moment Bryce draped the red towel back on the hook and made his way to his bedroom. The black and white motif carried within the house continued even in there. Heavy black drapes hung over the windows keeping any sunlight held back. Of course with it being night, the curtains were scaled back and the lights within the room were just a series of small ones inset within the ceiling meant to give off the image of starlight. The ceiling itself was lowered so that the room was kept very cozy. It was his sanctuary after all. Bryce removed three towel from his body and replaced it on his head. Rubbing the bath sheet furiously he looked in the mirror to see that his hair had become a great deal more dry, but still retained a lot of water. He shrugged at himself in the mirror and decided to let it air dry the rest of the way.
Reaching into his dresser Bryce pulled out a pair of boxer briefs, then opting for comfort, selected a pair of faded blue jeans and a black shirt featuring the metal band Disturbed’s name on it. Bryce got dressed then made his way to the kitchen where he looked over some final paperwork involving the dimensions of the nightclub he was seeking to purchase and completely renovate. “Alexa, play My Darkest Days.” He spoke out loud and listened as “Every Lie” started playing as he removed a bag of plasma and it’s red blood cell companion bag from the refrigerator. Unlike popular myth, a blood bag could not be stored immediately after collection. It had to be separated into its core components - red cells and plasma. Platelets were the third component to blood but were found to be useless to a vampire. Better they get sent on to a hospital to aid in some human’s treatment. The red cell and plasma bag were both emptied into a special machine that would combine them and could even add a flavor to the mixture. Bryce opted not for any flavor however, perhaps once his guest arrived.
A minute later and his glass was filled with the blood mix and was even heated to 97.8 degrees - Bryce always opted for a little cooler than warmer. That was when the doorbell rang. “Alexa, front door view on tv.” Seeing that it was his anticipated guest he smiled. “Unlock the door.”
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