December212004

Kyshietahla looks over the form of the slave that had been tossed down, amused at the fighting and squirming. She wasn't one that practiced the direct sudden pains given to slaves; her methods more closely considered torture. Remaining in a crouched position, a forepaw was outstretched towards the body that clanked within its metal confinements. Even as it retracted away from her, she would persue until claws made contact with hidden flesh, raking down along the surface with a slow movement as free paw held limb in place.

Padrik noting that the slave seemed to have been knocked up a bit too much, he would chuckle softly. Eyes switched over to Kyshietahla, smirk still over his lips. She looked so good crouching there over her prey. He would hop up onto his feet, and rise. moving over towards Kysh, he'd round her and come behind her slowly. Just behind and to her left, he'd crouch down, just as she was. "Make a bit of a mess, Kyshietahla." Now, he would wait to see if she would do so, or rebuff him finally, and refuse to do this little thing.

Kyshietahla had already been starting to make a mess. It had been quite a long time since she had done so considering the last several 'meals' she had gotten a hold of were either drained dry or dry enough that they could just barely live. Raking nails permitted the sweet juices to surface and seep from the wake of her claws as they moved up, slowly, along side of leg and up over the thigh to hip and side. Upon reaching the side, the slave wouldn't be too willing to be compliant and stay still, screaming loudly and trying to get away with determined flailing. A moment or so after the screaming started, long inky black tendrils of shadowy darkness would emerge from the patches of darkness in the room to twist and coil around before latching securely upon the writhing form, pinning each limb down to the ground as well as gagging him as the tip of one plunges down into the throat to let silence befall the room once again to let nothing taint it aside of the content rumbling growl that remained muffled by closed muzzle.

Padrik smirked as he noted the presence of the tendrils of shadows emerge to wrap about her victim. She had taste, it seemed! He chuckled as he put his right arm slowly around her shoulders, and leaned in towards her ear. "Smear him with his own blood, Kyshietahla..." His mouth would take her ear in at that point, to be roughly chewed upon for a moment or two as she continued. After being released, he'd the suggest something else... "Clean him up then... lick all the blood off." It seemed that he would consider such an act to be somewhat erotic. His arm would slip back then, to the left side of her back. Nails would ease against her own flesh, and scratch lightly as he moved them down to her midback.

Kyshietahla's paw that had raked its claws up along the slaves side to leave four trails of surfacing blood outstretched again to the calf to run palm of paw flatly against the open wounds upwards along the same path, soaking the fur into it as it moves up. Other paw, now free since the tendrils of shadow keep the figure pinned, would press against its chest and after but a moment would sink into the surface of flesh and within the bone cage that protects the 'important' organs to grip onto the heart which would then be removed, a bloody mess left behind as it is pulled back through the same opening though it wouldn't close afterwards, leaving a gaping hole in its chest. Luckily enough for the vampire in question, they would still be 'alive' even after this treatment, atleast that would be the case until some harm came to the heart which was now held in the deadly clawed grasp and being admired and licked clean.

Padrik let out a throaty little growl, an equivalent of a felines purr for him. He was admiring this little spectacle of his vampire friend feasting, and it seemed rather lavishly at that. He knew well enough that the vampire would die if the heart was crushed. A glance to it's face to tell if he was terrified, which it seemed the slave was. "Gnaw on his heart a little, Kyshietahla..." Whether the slave lived or died was of no concern to him. It was a cheap one, afterall. "Then gather some of his blood to coat yourself in..."

Kyshietahla lowered down a bit to kneel then drop to a seated position upon her calves. She knew well enough by the taste of the blood that the vampire was young and the destruction of its heart would not lead to the body turning to dust, instead it would just have its final rest as if it were human. With that in mind, the beatless organ was lifted up over her head as it tilted back to lift snout upward. Wings flaired out and lowered to fan over the ground behind her and ears pinned as jaws parted. As heart was released from grasp, razored cage easily caught it and clenched down upon it, killing the vampire and in its burst would let the blood it contained to pour down the sides of her face and along neck, chest and stomach, heading for the ground. Just after jaws snapped shut, however, fur retracted into milky white flesh now doused in the dark red fluid.

Padrik continued that throaty growl as he watched her, eyes wide in anticipation as she held the heart up above her. A quiet, muttered 'beautiful' would likely be heard, so close he was still to her. As she melted into her more human form, he would grin all the wider. As the blood began to seep from her mouth, over the silken skin now, he'd lean in to press his lips against her cheek, smearing the blood upon himself and over her cheek. She'd be able to feel the hot breath coming from him. He'd raise his left hand up, placing it on the shoulder of hers between them. Right hand slipped down to her lower back now, nails still raking against soft flesh. He'd let her finish with the heart, and then he'd do what he planned next.

Kyshietahla's own gutteral rumbles remained heard as dual fangs remained pierced into the heart to drain from it what she could before hand lowered to grasp upon the now dried bit of flesh to remove from jaws hold. Had she retained the jackal form, she likely would have eaten the husk but saw no need to. Eyes remained closed for the moment and head tilted back as she felt the coolness of the fresh vitae slink down her throat and how much she enjoyed it. Granted warm blood was much better however mortals served no purpose anymore, though she did find a source of warm blood that did actually prove useful.

Padrik watched as the heart was removed and cast aside, utterly useless for anything now. He'd bring the hand upon her shoulder over her chest, and up her throat much as he had last night, up to grasp her jaw. With the hold, he'd turn her head so they would be looking at each other face to face. Without a word, he leaned in, not to kiss, but extending his tongue he would lap over her face where the blood had poured from her maw just a little bit ago. He wasn't trying to clean her up; infact, he just spread the crimson fluid about her face even more, if a bit thinner with the saliva added to it. Upon retracting his tongue, he'd leave a little blood on the edges of his own mouth. "Enjoy?" Left hand slipped down then, moving immediately to her chest to begin massaging the blood into her flesh.

Kyshietahla's eyes remained closed even as he did so, mouth remained closed mostly though would part after a moment. By this point, most of her face was stained red and chest gradually becoming the same though she didn't much care having been an avid fan of blood bathing. She nodded slightly at his question and grinned a bit, "I can't complain..." she mentioned offhandedly at almost a whisper.

Padrik let his grin become a little crooked as he moved his hand to spread out just between her breasts, and then would press her back a bit forcibly to her back. "I'm sure... you looked like you enjoyed doing that..." Once she was down, he would move to crawl over her her. His mind was reeling with ideas, all of them to please himself, as well as her. As he came over her, approximately even with her face, he'd let himself lower down, his face moving to the side of her neck. As he moved down, he'd order her to do something she'd done already. "Bite me, Kyshietahla..." And with that, his own teeth would dig into her flesh. It'd likely be painful, as it'd be a whole row, top and bottom. He'd drain her of that blood she'd just drank down... yet, give it back as well.

Kyshietahla wouldn't move as he pushed against her, atleast not at first, actually causing him to put some effort into the endeavor before she would comply and lay back, peering upward at him, watching as he crawled up over her. For a change she was actually glad she was what she was. Glad because there would be no racing beating in her chest or sweat seeping from her pores and no shaking in the strange nervousness she would likely have felt had she not been. She always was the domineering one no matter the relationship. No matter how many clues or blatant indications short of telling them what to do, none would dare step against her in a dominating manner. That alone would likely be a determining factor in why she might have been nervous had she been able. The question was really, why was she so trusting enough of him to so easily let him get away with it. Upon hearing his words she wouldn't hesitate in complying as jaws parted again to let elongated razor tips to sink deeply within offered flesh to feed albeit slowly. The moment that he returned the bite however would be the moment that clawed hands snapped quickly to press against his sides, digging deeply within flesh there and jaws hold upon him tightened as the muffled groan would be heard and the loud thumping in her chest would follow as blood flowed freely at her whim to his awaiting mouth."

Padrik could care less if she had always been the dominating one in her previous encounters. He was a new creature, to say the least, and how he acted would be a slight bit different, as was apparent by his actions last night, and now. As his teeth settled into her soft flesh, he would lap his tongue against the wound he'd inflicted, tasting the first flow of crimson into himself. It was cool, but still, it tasted splendid to his foul self. The claws into his side would only elicit a jolt as slight pain coursed throughout his body. He was enjoying himself in ways he hadn't ever before, and was sure that she was as well. His mouth would leave her neck for a moment, and he'd look down between them over her bloody form. His right hand would slip over her chest, nails raking over her tender skin, moving over her heart, digging against the flesh to draw blood over it. Still, he would not bring any permanent harm to her, nothing she couldn't heal quickly enough. But for a fleeting moment, he saw her heart in his hand, crushed. Idle amusement, nothing more. His hand continued to slidw down to her stomach, still cutting through flesh as he moved it. Even as she drank of him, having been careful not to pull from her eager mouth, he'd feel himself becoming slightly weaker with less of the vital blood surging through his veins.

Kyshietahla continued to feed, slightly faster than she had intended as she wasn't quite expecting him to return the 'favor' though without any real effort or needing to be told, he had found the one thing that could quite literally permit him to do whatever it was he wanted. Eyes sealed shut, she would release her hold at his neck as she leaned back, mouth still agape and fangs visible as well as some remnants of the blood she had been taking as back arched with the raking over her flesh.

Padrik brought his hand back up along the previous trail, each nail still cleaving through soft flesh. Oh, how he loved doing this! It was almost a shame she wasn't screaming out, almost more of a shame that she wouldn't ultimately die. But he could do it again and again, and she'd let him he was sure. He'd move down with his mouth, head lowering to press a kiss between her breasts, over a cut which he had inflicted. He'd move just barely to the left, long tongue licking over the bare breast. Once his lips were around the nipple, he'd close his teeth about it, into the flesh surrounding it to pierce and cause blood to flow again.

Kyshietahla's back had lowered for a moment then was lifted again, head tilted back with the inhaled gasp of air and exhaled whine, lower lip drawn in to bite onto and hold in place, claws raking along his sides as he moved downward. She wouldn't scream out from pain though may have if he mentioned of his wanting her to. Few things could excite one such as she by way of arrousal but he found the means easily enough. One arm would lift to rake her claws along his back while the other reached to press firmly to the back of his neck to hold his mouth in place albeit not forcefully.

Padrik continued to grind his teeth into the tissue beneath her lovely outter appearance slowly, though he'd keep from clenching his teeth all the way through. After a moment, he released the hold with those jagged teeth, and his tongue would slip in between the bitten area, tasting the blood which would swell there, basking in the flavor of her body. His own cuts would bleed where her claws had dug into him, the blood flowing to drip upon her as he held steady above. Tongue withdrew, and he'd tilt his head to look at her face. She seemed in almost bliss from what was going on with their morbid pleasures. He'd pull up then, moving to straddle over her stomach, the effort likely pulling her claws within him. As he looked down, he would smirk at the blood laden female beneath him. He could feel the running of blood down his sides. It thrilled him beyond anything he'd done as a human, that was for certain.

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