Second Lesson

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 12-11-02 13:51

As Violet continued her attentions to Laura's erect nipples, she slowly turned her attentions to kissing lightly down Laura's form, pressing the woman down on her back. She moved between Laura's legs. "Now for another lesson my dear Laura." She whispered.

Her lips and tongue continued to trail down Laura's form, reaching Laura's most private parts. She looked up at Laura and smiled softly, before pressing a kiss at the top of Laura's womanhood. Soon she let her tongue trail along the still moist, line of flesh guarding Laura's most sensitive and private place.

She stopped for a moment with this action, wanting to gauge Laura's reaction, to see if it did push away a bit more of that inner reluctance. She waited for a few moments before continuing with Laura's second lesson.

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Collaborative Effort

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 12-12-02 06:06

[Note to reader: This post was written as a collaboration between the writers of Narcissa and Guillaume. To give credit where it is due, Narcissa's parts are presented in red.]

Narcissa kisses Guillaume softly once again, enjoying his embrace on the floor. She could lay back and sleep on the floor if only it would be in his arms. She looks to him and then to Tricia again. Tricia starts to moan quietly, humping at bit at the air as her hips move up and down. Narcissa laughs a bit and stands up to go in front of her.

"Guillaume, perhaps we should send our lovely slave to bed without any dinner." Narcissa chuckles. She unties Tricia's gag and her hands while Guillaume gets up behind her. Narcissa smiles softly and leans down giving Tricia a very soft kiss on her lips. She moves around motioning for Tricia to stand up.

"Indeed, Narcissa," Guillaume agrees. "I think a bit of privation will teach the right lesson."

Guillaume grasps Tricia's wrists and stares deeply into her eyes. He knows that with his vampiric essence infusing Tricia's blood, combined with his innate mesmeric power, anything he now tells Tricia she will accept as irrefutable truth.

"Tricia, despite the fact that we allowed you here to serve us, you repeatedly interrupted your Mistress and me this evening with your own demands. You need to learn some self-control. Until you do, you will not be allowed to share our bed, and you must now go to your room."

Guillaume pauses dramatically, as if something just occurs to him.

"Of course, you will be by yourself," he continues. "And given how you are obviously feeling, you will probably want to touch yourself. And you may do so... touch yourself all you want.

"But your Mistress and I want you to learn self-control... so remember this..." Guillaume looks deeply into her eyes, so that his hypnotism will take it full affect. "You will, of course, get pleasure from touching yourself... but your Mistress and I do not want you to get satisfaction from it. So from this time on, unless and until your Mistress or I say otherwise, no matter how good it feels to touch yourself, it will never cause you to climax. Touching yourself will give you pleasure... it will increase your desire... but it will never satisfy that desire."

Chuckling cruelly, Guillaume releases Tricia's wrists. "So run along to your room now, Tricia. I hope you enjoy your time alone."

Now smiling wickedly, Narcissa steps up, and leads Tricia to the door into her bedroom. Tricia follows obediently behind.

"Tricia, you will find bedclothes and everything you need in that dresser." She smiles again at Tricia. "Well, almost everything." Seeing the poor girl's expression, Narcissa laughs wickedly as she closes the door behind her and looks to Guillaume with a sly smile.

Narcissa stays at the door for a few moments before heading back to the now sex drenched bed. She sprawls across it laying her head on the pillow with her fiery locks splayed across the pillow.

Guillaume climbs into bed next to Narcissa, reclining on his side and resting his head in his left hand.

"Alone at last!" he jokes. "I didn't think the children would ever go to bed."

Chuckling, he strokes her thighs with his right hand, and bends to kiss her breasts. Then he looks up and smiles. "There are still a few hours before sunrise. I would be happy to stay in here, but if you prefer, we could quickly bathe and head back down to the parlor, to see if any of our new guests are about."

***

Selfish Surrender

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 12-12-02 13:37

Before Laura, still overcome with a medley of beguiling sensations, realizes what has happened, she is on her back with Lady Violet sensuously kissing her way down Laura's stomach. Laura's legs part instinctively, allowing Lady Violet's mouth to settle upon Laura's most sensitive spot.

Laura can't repress her hungry moan. She remembers how wonderful it felt when Lady Narcissa did this to her the night before. Of course, Laura had promised herself afterward she would never do this with a woman again.

I shouldn't be doing this! Laura silently reminds herself. She does not want to be lovers with Lady Violet... or with any woman, Laura still tries to insist.

But it feels SO good, she admits to herself as Lady Violet's tongue begins exploring Laura's most private places. Laura sighs torridly. Memories of what Lady Narcissa had done to her last night resurrect Laura's prior dreams of doing this with her best friend, Belle Phillips. Fantasizing that it is one of them now between her thighs helps Laura assuage the guilt of again using Lady Violet for physical gratification.

Any remaining regret is subdued by Laura's renewed, overwhelming, libidinousness, which she again desperately needs Lady Violet to satisfy. Laura's fingers clutch handfuls of satin bedspread as her hips begin moving in time with Lady Violet's adroit tongue. Laura is astounded by how horny she already is, so soon after her last climax. Of course, ignorant of the true cause and nature of her desires, Laura does not even begin to suspect that, due to the irreversible effects of the vampiric essence already infusing her body, she will continue to have such intense yearnings nearly every waking moment of the remainder of her mortal life.

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Time alone

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 12-12-02 16:24

She moans quietly at his touch along her body. She'd never known a touch to be so arousing before she had come into this life, but now...his touch...is like none she'd ever felt before. How could he arouse her so? In her mortal life, one or two romps a night with a partner would be enough to satisfy, but with him, it's as if she can never get enough of his passion, his touching, his lovemaking. She decides not to ask this question of him until the right time. Perhaps it is the fact that she is so new to this and he is such a wonderful lover that she can't help it. As if she were a newlywed desperately vying for her husband's continued touch.

"Let's stay up here, I don't feel like going through all that hassle just to see if anyone new has arrived. Besides, I want to be alone with you while I can."

She grins to him wickedly as he continues to explore her body with his fingertips. She manages to wriggled under the warm covers of the bed inviting him to do the same. They both are now covered under the warm soft silk sheets and she lets her hands move down his body exploring just as much as his are exploring her. They embrace in a passionate kiss, close to each other, hugging tightly knowing love has not failed either of them this time. She wraps her legs around his body as he climbs on top of her. The passionate kiss continues as she spreads her legs a bit allowing him access to whatever he wants of her. She hugs him tightly and breaks the kiss whispering softly in his ear.

"I love you Guillaume."

***

Unmistakable

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 12-13-02 05:50

"I love you, Guillaume," the Vampiress Narcissa whispers.

The vampire raises his head to smile in reply.

Ultimately, it all came down to that.

With her having willingly surrendered to him her living blood.

With her having so quickly embraced their sanguinary and often violent lifestyle.

With the romantic companionship she has given from almost the first moment they met.

With the way she greets him, like a giddy schoolgirl.

With the way her demeanor shows others she that considers him hers, and herself his.

With the way her body wiggles so seductively now under his.

With her having become part of his life, as though she were always meant to stand at his side.

With all that, ultimately, it all comes down to this.

The vampire replies, in low, sincere devotion.

"And I love you, Narcissa."

***

Continuing to Satisfy

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 12-13-02 21:55

Violet continued to pleasure Laura. Her tongue now exploring the places her deft fingers had done not too long ago. Her tongue continued to move along and with in Laura's most sensitive places.

As she continues to please Laura she lets her hands move up Laura's form and caress her breasts, the palm of her hands brushing over Laura's nipples. Violet can feel her own arousal growing as she continued to lick, nip, tease and pleasure Laura's most intimate of areas.

She knew that there were only a few precious hours remaining before the sun would rise. She still had yet to sip from this lovely young creature. That is something that would need to be done before she settled into the grips of her day slumber.

At this realization her attentions grew a bit more hurried and more demanding on Laura. Violet wanted to taste of Laura, make her climax again. Then it would be time to bring their night to a close, which would bring Violet to taste again of Laura, though this would be far sweeter than what she would taste when Laura climaxed.

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Physical Eloquence

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 12-14-02 13:12

Laura is no longer thinking about the iniquity of letting a woman, and especially Lady Violet, satisfy Laura's recent and recurrent overpowering sexual urges.

In fact, Laura is not at the moment thinking at all.

Laura is only feeling... Feeling the pleasure of Lady Violet's hand's on her breasts... And the ecstacy of Lady Violet's tongue on that single most sensitive spot.

Laura's back arches and her voice rises breathlessly...

"Oh God... Oh yes... Right there.... That's perfect.... You're perfect.... I love it.... Oh God! You're.... Oh God... Oh God... Oh yes! Oh.... You... Oh! Oh! Oh...."

***

Winding down the night

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 12-14-02 14:36

His words spoke a deeper meaning then even the words themselves. His utterance of "I love you" went deep into her soul, into her very flesh and blood, and down into her bones. She was fused with him. She was his flesh and blood and if he asked, she would do anything for him, even be his slave should he ask. As he climbed on top of her she readily spread her legs excited about the prospect that he would take her again.

When she was mortal, she was used to being used by men, as she was used to using them on occassion. It's the way things were. She ran with a fast crowd that loved the pace of life...the music, the clubs, the sex and the drugs. Some actually had normal jobs and they were usually the ones that paid for everything. That was the price they paid for hanging out with the 'cool' crowd. She didn't really worry about money as she had a trust fund to live off of. She hadn't spoken to her parents for years as they did not approve of her lifestyle. The money was starting to run out, so she had to scale back...waaaayyy back, in order to survive. She lived in a one room apartment, a dump, as most of her friends called it, a small bed, with a bit of nice furniture. But there was always a party to be had at her place. Staying up all night, sleeping during the day...it wasn't much of a stretch for her to be introduced into his new life, at least slumber wise. But at least she could always count on a friend or two to keep her company for the night. Some occasions, after club hopping found her waking next to strangers and regretting it. But she always went back to the lifestyle.

Being with Guillaume was so different. He made her feel so safe, so love, and knowing she will be taken care of no matter what happens. He gave her a new life, and a new way to live it. She was devoted to him and her affectionate kisses to his neck and lips proved how willing she is to please him. She wrapped her arms around him moaning breathlessly as she parted her legs and arched her back.

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Totally alone..............

Author: Tricia

Date: 12-14-02 15:46

Tricia feels bereft of her master's and mistress's presence as soon as Lady Narcissa closes the door behind her. She is also in a hightened state of sexual arousal. Tricia goes to the dresser and pulls out a sheer nightgown in red and puts it over her heard letting it caress her body as it falls to midthigh. She is completely silent even though the mere touch of the fabric makes her want to moan with desire. She then crosses the very short distance to the smal bed and pulling down the covers climbs in, pulling the nightgown to just above her waist. Her left hand slides down to her sensual core and starts to carress the outer silken skin reacning into the inner folds to stroke her most sensitive place. She feels intense pleasure at the touch and feels herself climb higher and higher to the ultimate climax,but as she gets nearer to the release she hears Lord Guillame saying again "You will, of course, get pleasure from touching yourself... but your Mistress and I do not want you to get satisfaction from it. So from this time on, unless and until your Mistress or I say otherwise, no matter how good it feels to touch yourself, it will never cause you to climax. Touching yourself will give you pleasure... it will increase your desire... but it will never satisfy that desire." So after an hour of several attempts at release, Tricia falls into an exausted sleep, never having made a single sound that would displease her benefactors, never getting that much craved release fully believing that only her Lord and Lady could give that release to her.

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Contented Conjugality

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 12-16-02 05:40

Guillaume's face reflects Narcissa's smile and he replies to her affections with his own tender kisses.

As they resume their lovemaking, Narcissa senses its difference from any previous occasion with Guillaume, or any prior lover for that matter.

Their bodies move as one... slowly... steadily... the pleasure subtle and subdued as it spreads up their spines and out into their limbs.

It is not about lust.

It is not about possession.

It is not even primarily about bodily gratification.

It is simply the ultimate physical expression of unreserved love.

***

So many questions

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 12-16-02 11:15

She wraps her arms and legs around his body and closes her eyes as they move together in passionate love. They both sigh and moan at the feel of each others pleasure as they continue. She presses her lips to his parting with her tongue to embrace him in a sweet slow kiss. They both writhe together, but not as furious lovers, but as soft compassionate, and affectionate souls towards each other. The kiss is long and luxurious as they both take their time moving against each other. Her hands glide softly along his back sensuously caressing his skin. A long while goes by and they both find themselves climaxing at the same time. it is not a frenetic pace, but a long drawn out orgasm from both where they are both in tune with each others body. When they finish, he continues to lay on top of her smothering her with kisses. She returns the kisses smiling softly to him. She breaks the sounds of the night by speaking quietly wishing some questions answered.

"My love, I'm so happy you returned so quickly. I have so many things I need to ask you about what I am now."

She wraps her arms around his neck laying under him waiting a response. She can feel he is probably a bit more tired than she considering his journey and waits for his answer to see if he wishes to answer her questions.

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RE: So many questions

Author: Shen Grah

Date: 12-16-02 14:46

My flight from the back alley to her home was one hampered only by the momentary thought of how much this young lady looked like his sister Aerwyn. Reaching back through the ages I pull her image from his memory. She had been taken by a competing faction of Germanic tribe. We had presumed her dead at the age of sixteen. I remember the feel of Aerwyns' delicate hands when I would help her down from a steed. She had been the prize beauty of our clan. But don't let those delicate hands fool you. I remember telling many. She can beat the fire out of any man on a horse-based battle, to boot. This had won her a few feelings of scorn among the young men in our area. Shuddering from the feeling of the young woman wriggling in my arms, the nostalgia is broken. Aerwyn gone. I realize that she is awakening from her faint spell. Her eyes slowly focus on the monstrosity before her, or could she see all that I am. Not sure what reaction would be appropriate, I slow the speed of my progress to a mortal walk and smile down at her softly to tell her everything is going to be alright. I think I might have smiled too large, for the moment I spoke a look of sheer terror stretched across her face. She fainted dead in my arms. A chuckle was my response. How could I have been so stupid? Nothing else to do now but discard her or ���.hhmm . I could take her back to the mansion. Sir Guillame seems to have a few mortal friends there. But what about Paysha? How would she feel about it? Oh well at the worst I have an after dinner snack for her. Damn, she looks just like Aerwyn.

Knowing that it is my own selfish reasoning, but justifying it all with the thought of her knowing what I am, I turn in the direction of the manor and pick up the pace.

With my preternatural stealth and speed, it didn't take long to reach the manor. The few steps up to the door, were taken almost grudgingly, knowing that Paysha would never understand my want to be so near this woman who was my sister reincarnate at the moment. I could tell Paysha had sensed us coming. I may not have her honed skills but yet I know she is standing on the other side of the door. The door flies open and of course my suspicions were correct. Paysha confronts me with quite a look of disdain. Expecting anger ire, wrath, something calamitous, all Paysha had to say was "Take her to your room. You can stay with me tonight." Her hard veneer seems to crackle in an instant. She smiles softly and finishes with "Don't for one instant think this is over. Be sure and lock her up tight. We can't afford for her to find anyone in a vulnerable position."

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Brainy Washing

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 12-17-02 05:37

"My love, I'm so happy you returned so quickly," Narcissa tells Guillaume, referring to his recent cross country trip to meet with Dahlia and Belladonna before those two Vampiresses traveled overseas on their hastily arranged sabbatical. "I have so many things I need to ask you about what I am now."

"As any Chylde should," he assures her. He gently caresses her cheek, her neck, her breasts. Then he glances at his hand and chuckles. "Darling, thanks to both Tricia and myself, you are... uh... a bit... um... sticky."

Guillaume shrugs apologetically. His smile broadens as he continues. "And, you know, we never really did finish our bath in the first place. Tricia was such a wonderful distraction. I suggest we fill two goblets with wine, slip back into the tub, and finish bathing while you ask me whatsoever may be on that wonderfully curious and creative mind of yours."

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Relaxing Bath

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 12-17-02 08:27

She smiles to him continuing to kiss him softly as they continue their conversation. She sits up slowly at his mention of a new bath, feeling the need for it anyways.

"That's a good idea. Although I'm sure the water has gotten quite cold by now. I'll go start a new bath. Nice and hot. You get the wine."

She grins and slides out from under the covers heading to the bathroom. She dips her arm into the water and drains it. The water is warm, but not warm enough for her tastes. She draws a new bath with scalding hot water, enough to again blister their skin. She adds a few oils and bubbles to the scalding waters until the bath is once again full while he goes off to pour them their wine. When he enters the bathroom, he finds the steam from the bath is lightly floating in the roam steaming up the mirrors. She stands at the edge of the bath and lightly eases into the waters. It burns against her skin, reddening it, but she enjoys the pain of the burn. She moans lightly unaware that he is standing at the doorway watching with a curious brow. She eases down into the water and shudders at the delightful burn against her cold skin. After a few moments enjoying the torment, her body adjusts to the hot water and she opens her eyes looking to him.

A twisted smile parts her lips as he approaches with the drinks and she takes her goblet from his hands.

"I know the water is a bit steamy, but I like it nice and hot. I hope you don't mind."

***

Pushing the Limit and Over

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 12-17-02 10:22

Laura's words only continued to push Violet on to bring Laura to release. As her tongue continued to work on the single most sensitive spot, a hand leaves Laura's breast and Violet inserts a finger followed by another into Laura's most intimate of places.

Violet's arousal has grown as the desire to taste the sweet nectar that coursed through the veins of the sweet young woman who writhed under Violet's attentions. She wondered if Laura would desire to reciprocate the plasure, but with dawn approaching, it would have to wait.

True that a few days after this very night, dear Laura will continue to question her sexuality, with the attraction that will arise with the introduction of Lady Violet's essence. Though, hopefully it will keep Laura here at the Kiss, and remove some if not all of the doubts that Laura has about where she belongs.

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Beyond All Limits

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 12-17-02 13:16

It does not take long after Lady Violet's fingers slip in. The combined stimulus of her tongue lapping down on Laura's most sensitive point, with her fingertips pressing up from below, together with the filling pressure of the fingers themselves, entirely overwhelm Laura's senses.

The feeling is neither pain nor pleasure. It is simply an all encompassing sensation that starts where Lady Violet's tongue continues to flutter. The feeling then spreads to fill all of Laura's most secret spaces, building to an intensity that would be impossible to bear except that at that very moment, like a dam bursting, the sensation pours like electrified water up her spine and down her legs until it inundates her entire body with irresistible ecstacy.

Laura's hands claw at the satin bedspread and her back arches as she presses herself desperately against Lady Violet's mouth. The disjointed words and short phrases Laura had been moaning degenerate into random, meaningless sounds, and then a final, high-pitched shriek as Laura's whole body goes limp with exhausted release.

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Some Like It Hot

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 12-18-02 06:11

"I know the water is a bit steamy," Narcissa declares. "But I like it nice and hot. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not," Guillaume replies automatically. He sets the goblets on the ledge above the tub and steps right in. His face remains emotionless as he settles into the bath, even halfway down when the scalding water engulfs his most sensitive organs. During decades as a mortal soldier, then centuries as an active vampire, Guillaume had shrugged off agony far more intense than this.

But it intrigues him that Narcissa obviously relishes the pain. It confirms much that he has come to suspect about her core sensuality. It is a trait of hers that he will enjoy exploring in the future, when she has become more secure in her present incarnation.

Which reminds him of her request. His body now adjusted to the water temperature, he takes a long sip of wine and smiles at Narcissa. "I believe you wanted to ask me more about your new, immortally noble nature."

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Questions to ask

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 12-18-02 08:56

She was pleased that he enjoyed the steaming water just as much as she did. Any mortal who would enter these waters would surely be scalded and blister, but not she and he. To her, the boiling burn against her skin only reminded her of how much she could endure, and the pleasure of the pain was beyond any sexual satisfaction. It was the pain that she enjoyed giving, perhaps it would be pain she would more enjoy recieving. She shook her head putting away those thoughts for later and asked what was on her mind.

"Oh yea, well, I guess I'm wondering where we came from. How did vampires come to be and why did you decide to make me one?"

She sipped her wine and sat back awaiting the story and anticipating his answers to satisfy.

***

Myths

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 12-19-02 06:08

"How did vampires come to be?" Narcissa asks. "And why did you decide to make me one?"

"There must be at least a dozen different myths among the Kindred explaining our genesis." Guillaume sighs, but his smile shows he approves of the question. "All of them are surely false. But they all agree on one thing: Vampires are an offshoot of humanity... An improvement on the breed, if you will. That only makes sense. We look like humans. Few of us are actually born as Vampires. Like you, and myself for that matter, most are transformed from mortals. Our race must have arisen after humans... How else would we have fed? But the true process by which we diverged from, and then came to prey upon, our mortal cousins is lost in the mists of prehistoric times."

Guillaume pauses long enough to sip his wine, then continues. "A woman of your century might do better to address such a question to Dahlia, whenever she chooses to return. She has obviously kept abreast of human 'science,' and would probably explain it to you in terms you understand such as 'evolution' and 'genetics' and even the 'DNA' initials by which she so unromantically labels our sacred essence. But whatever the cause, be it scientific or spiritual, of our break from humanity, the reason for it is clear. We are obviously meant to shepherd mankind... to keep it from acting upon its own, self-destructive instincts."

Guillaume sets down his goblet and picks up a bar of soap. He too needs to complete his bath. He continues to talk as he washes.

"As for making you a Vampire, my Dearest, I did so because I saw in you the same spark of ambition... fire of spirit... as credited to the legendary Vampires of those ancient stories I mentioned. Together, you and I might inspire the remaining Kindred to strive to regain their rightful place as the masters of this world."

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More personal questions

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 12-19-02 11:20

She knew her question about where vampires come from would be a complicated one not easily explained in one or two sentences. He was right though, perhaps Dahlia would be able to answer her questions more thoroughly then he would. But she did have deeper questions that she wished answered. She sipped her wine a bit before continuing.

"What about me though Guillaume. Why is it now I find pleasure in being so cruel? Why do I enjoy the boiling sting of the water on my skin now? Why did I enjoy torturing Tricia? When I was mortal, I would have been repulsed by all of that."

She looks to him earnestly, not understanding why her mentality has changed. Physically she can understand, but her mind and thoughts are still the same.

"Why did my way of thinking change so much? It's not like I was brainwashed into being so ...harsh...was I?"

***

Stories

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 12-20-02 05:54

"It is as I told you outside that motel earlier," Guillaume responds to Narcissa's question. "After your third kill of the night, I might add. You are now a predator, pure to the bone. In many ways, you now think more like those wolves we saw tonight, than you do like the humans whose remains we fed them."

He pauses and smiles as his words sink in. Although she had accepted her new nature, she had not yet wholly internalized it. Even after this evening's hunt, she did not yet think of herself as a Vampire. That time would come soon enough.

"As for cruelty," his grin widens to bare his own fangs. "Have you never seen a cat toy with a mouse before growing bored with the game and so breaking its neck? But that, in truth, is too simple of an answer. For you it surely relates to the same impulses that cause you to push experiences and sensations to the absolute limits you can bear.... Don't look so surprised; of course I've noticed. I have no doubt you did similar things as a mortal, perhaps not by inflicting pain -- there are other ways to tempt fate -- but your body is so much more durable now. You are not the first I have known who...."

Guillaume sighs, but his smile remains, although now again convivial. "But that's a very long story, and sunrise approaches. We should complete our bath and prepare for sleep."

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Closing the Night

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 12-20-02 21:30

As Laura's body goes limp Violet moved up her form. She pressed a kiss to Laura's lips, and then along her neck. Her fangs lightly grazed the skin of Laura's neck. Finally still sure that Laura was still under the effects of her orgasm, Violet allowed her fangs to pierce Laura's skin. She sipped for only a moment before closing the wounds and pulling the bedspread around both their forms.

"It is late Laura, we both need some rest. Please spend the remainder of the night with me. After all it is my first night in this place, and I do feel much safer with some one sleeping next to me."

Violet didn't give Laura much room to object as she pulled Laura a bit closer, and drapped an arm over the other woman's stomach. "Good night sweet Laura. Rest well."

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Meta-Seasonal Inspiration (Reprise)

Author: Ian

Date: 12-21-02 14:03

Ian is often unsure what inspires him to play any particular song. Sometime he feels as if his art is guided by outside forces, many of which he cannot possibly apprehend. Thus, although not at all related to the his current season and locale, something in Ian's musical soul, perhaps the entrance of a powerful witch such as Aradia, insists that the time is right for this song...

~~~

Now is the solstice of the year.

Winter is the glad song that you hear.

Seven maids move in seven time.

Have the lads up ready in a line.

Ring out these bells.

Ring out, ring solstice bells.

Ring solstice bells.

Join together beneath the mistletoe,

By the holy oak whereon it grows.

Seven druids dance in seven time.

Sing the song the bells call, loudly chiming.

Ring out these bells.

Ring out, ring solstice bells.

Ring solstice bells.

Praise be to the distant sister sun,

Joyful as the silver planets run.

Seven maids move in seven time.

Sing the song the bells call, loudly chiming.

Ring out those bells.

Ring out, ring solstice bells.

Ring solstice bells.

Ring on, ring out.

Ring on, ring out.

~~~

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Time to rest

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 12-21-02 14:48

She raises a brow when he speaks of another, but certainly cuts himself off. She is curious to know about this other person as obviously he has dealt with these issues before. She barely knows anything of his past, his travels, his experiences...his loves. She makes a mental note to bombard him with these questions next time they are alone. Perhaps sometime soon they can have a night alone, the entire night, just to discuss such things. But for now, that can go on the back burner as they have an eternity to discuss such things. They've more pressing issues to worry about come the next evening as she is curious to know of Violet and Laura's evening together. She seems a bit lost in thought as Guillaume speaks about retiring. The water is still steaming hot as he suggests they get out and it has been a short bath, but he is right. The daylight comes and they are both tired.

"You're right. I'm feeling a bit exhausted. Meeting new people, my first hunt, the joys of torture...you know."

She laughs loudly as she steps out of the tub and grabs a soft towel for the both of them. She dries herself thoroughly as does he and pulls the plug on the bathwater before retiring back to the bed. They both slip under the covers and she wraps her arms around his body.holding him tightly.

"This has been the best night of my life my love."

***

The Best of Times

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 12-23-02 06:04

"This has been the best night of my life my love," Narcissa whispers.

"Thank you," Guillaume smiles warmly. "It was wonderful. And with your new immortality, you can expect countless more like it, with myriad unimagined marvels to experience."

He pulls her over on top of him, hugging her tightly and kissing her passionately. She draws up her legs so that she straddles his hips. Their freshly bathed bodies start to move together under the crisp, fresh sheets.

"But even with all our splendid adventures," Guillaume continues. "I think these are the moments I enjoy most. The two of us, alone together in bed, with no distractions or concerns, able to devote our full attention to each other and the love we share."

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Meta-Seasonal Inspiration II

Author: Ian

Date: 12-23-02 11:50

Having done one song about the winter solstice, Ian thinks of other aspects of that season, and moves right into his next tune.

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Through long December nights

We talk in words of rain or snow,

While you, through chattering teeth,

Reply and curse us as you go.

Why not spare a thought this day

For those who have no flame

To warm their bones at Christmas time?

Say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.

Now as the last broad oak leaf falls,

We beg: consider this:

There's some who have no coin to save

For turkey, wine or gifts.

No children's laughter round the fire,

No family left to know.

So lend a warm and a helping hand:

Say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.

As holly pricks and ivy clings,

Your fate is none too clear.

The Lord may find you wanting,

Let your good fortune disappear.

All homely comforts blown away

And all that's left to show

Is to share your joy at Christmas time

With Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.

Through long December nights

We talk in words of rain or snow,

While you, through chattering teeth,

Reply and curse us as you go.

Why not spare a thought this day

For those who have no flame

To warm their bones at Christmas time?

Say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.

~~~

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Unparalleled Responses

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 12-23-02 13:27

Pleasure like cold electric flame sizzles up Laura's tingling skin as Lady Violet slides her own naked body up along Laura's side, causing Laura to tremble in the unexpected prolongation of her climax. Lady Violet's fingers expertly extend Laura's ecstacy while Violet kisses her, to which Laura automatically responds with runaway passion. Laura's moans rise as Lady Violet's lips trace a path down her jawline to start nibbling on her neck.

"Ohh... God.... YES!" Laura cries hoarsely as Lady Violet bites her throat. The sharp pain is a catalyst transfiguring the lingering orgasmic pleasure into one final pinnacle of sexual release that racks Laura's exhausted, quivering body. Completely lost in her own ecstacy, Laura never even realizes that Lady Violet's teeth broke the skin, much less a vein. By the time Laura regains awareness of Lady Violet in bed next to her, the wound has already healed from the strong infusion of Violet's vampiric essence.

"It is late Laura," Lady Violet whispers in her ear. "We both need some rest. Please spend the remainder of the night with me. After all it is my first night in this place, and I do feel much safer with someone sleeping next to me."

Laura is still fighting to catch her breath as Lady Violet wraps a strong arm around her and pulls her close to snuggle. Laura feels momentarily detached from her own body. She has never before experienced such consuming and unbounded sensual pleasure, and unmitigated sexual satisfaction, as that from which she has still scarcely recovered. But already Laura is trying to figure out what it all means.

Last night, Lady Narcissa had given Laura similar relief. But that had seemed a purely physical act, with Lady Narcissa at the end of the bed, her head between Laura's thighs. Any romance that might have developed was squelched immediately afterward by Lady Narcissa calling for Sir Guillaume to join them in bed.

But with Lady Violet, the act was accompanied by sweet kisses and tender embraces... an act of affection, not biology. It provided emotional, not mere sexual, fulfillment. It had been not just sex, it had been making love.

But it had been with a woman.

Laura trusts Lady Violet and thinks of her as a friend, but Laura does not -- could not, she believes -- love Violet in that way. For the moment, Laura feels no shame at having made love with a woman... but she feels no joy from it either.

She only feels confused.

As though sensing Laura's turmoil, Lady Violet again whispers softly to her. "Good night sweet Laura. Rest well."

Too tired and disconcerted to protest, Laura responds with the only words that come to mind.

"Yes, my Lady."

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Late night fun

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 12-23-02 15:55

She returns the kiss with passion as he has more vigor in his old bones then she had even anticipated. She gladly straddled him again and was a bit surprised at herself being as she seems to be keeping up with him. She eases on top of him under the sheets letting out a soft moan as they continue to make love. She lets her locks spill down into her face and smiles sweetly as he speaks to her.

"These moments alone are what I crave from you Guillaume."

She runs her hands up his chest, to his neck and into his dark hair where she lays down on top of him while bucking her hips against his. She presses her lips to his as soft sighs escape her lips and into a blazing kiss.

"My love, I do not want the sun to come up. I want more time to have you inside of me."

She writhes on top of him securing the pleasure for both of them as she continues to ride him.

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Comings and Goings

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 12-24-02 06:11

"My love," Narcissa breaths into Guillaume's ear as the passion of their lovemaking mounts. "I do not want the sun to come up. I want more time to have you inside of me"

Guillaume does not immediately respond with words, but with action. He pushes Narcissa back, so that she now sits straight up on top of him. He then reaches down, using his fingers to add to his stimulation of her. As her hips begin to rock more fervently, it is all he can do to continue to caress that one point that so enhances her ardor. Soon, however, her feels her tighten upon him, impelling him to join her climactic release.

Afterward, as she slips off of him and they lay side by side, entangled in a casual embrace, he remembers her prior suggestion.

"We actually do not have to sleep all day," he explains. "It is simply that we are inherently nocturnal. And, of course, it is important to avoid sunlight. So why not sleep when it is up? But just as a human can stay awake through the night, we can remain awake during the day, as long as we remain indoors."

He pulls her closer and gently kisses her forehead. After so many sexual adventures over the past few nights, he now relishes the simple pleasure of being alone with the woman he loves in a clean and comfortable bed.

"Personally, I find I enjoy a good, daylong sleep," he continues. "It keeps me refreshed and alert at night. And I think I will have a busy night tomorrow. I've decided that we should take up residence here at Crimson Kiss at least until Dahlia returns. But our hunt tonight reminded me how little I know of the immediate environs. That's dangerous. So I want to scout around a bit tomorrow. Please don't take this wrong, my darling, but as a Vampire you are still a child, a mere fledgling. I would do better to go alone, at least the first time. It will allow me to cover much more territory."

Again he kisses her and concludes, "I hope you don't mind. You drank so deeply this night that you have no need to hunt tomorrow. I should not be gone more than a few hours, and I think it will be best if you remain here in the manor while I am away."

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Meta-Seasonal Inspiration III

Author: Ian

Date: 12-24-02 10:24

Although this set of songs has very little to do with the events of the day in and around Crimson Kiss -- or do they? -- Ian is enjoying them and so does another on the same theme.

~~~

Once in a royal David's city

Stood a lonely cattle shed,

Where a mother held her baby,

You'd do well to remember the things He later said.

When you're stuffing yourselves at the Christmas parties,

You just laugh when I tell you to take a running jump;

You're missing the point I'm sure does not need making,

That Christmas spirit is not what you drink.

So how can you laugh when your own mother's hungry,

And how can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong.

And if I just messed up your thoughtless pleasures,

Remember, if you wish, this is just a Christmas song.

~~~

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Meta-Seasonal Inspiration IV

Author: Ian

Date: 12-25-02 00:49

Before returning his attention to the events around him, Ian decides to do one more song on the theme with which he has been toying.

~~~

Hope everybody's ringing on their own bell, this fine morning.

Hope everyone's connected to that long distance phone.

Old man, he's a mountain.

Old man, he's an island.

Old man, he's a-walking says:

"I'm going to call, call all my children home".

Hope everybody's dancing to their own drum this fine morning:

The beat of distant Africa or a Polish factory town.

Old man, he's calling for his supper.

Calling for his whisky.

Calling for his sons and daughters, yeah,

Calling, calling all his children round.

Sharp ears are tuned in to the drones and chanters warming;

Mist blowing round some headland, somewhere in your memory.

Everyone is from somewhere

Even if you've never been there.

So take a minute to remember the part of you

That might be the old man calling me.

How many wars you're fighting out there, this winter's morning?

Maybe it's always time for another Christmas song.

Old man he's asleep now.

He's got appointments to keep now.

Dreaming of his sons and daughters, yeah, proving,

Proving that the blood is strong.

~~~

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Understanding

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 12-26-02 10:44

She smiles softly as he pulls her again into his embrace as they have another romp. She kisses his chin as he kisses her forehead and wraps her arms around his ribs. She nuzzles against him and quietly moans enjoying the cool warmth of his body.

"I understand. Staying in this place too long with probably make the both of us insane."

She laughs quietly thinking about her adventures in the city and how she used to love to visit new places.

"I should stay here anyways with all the new people and Tricia and Laura to tend to. I'm sure Briant wouldn't mind the help. Plus, I'd like to get to know Violet better. I need to meet other vampires."

She looks up to him and smiles wickedly.

"Perhaps me and Violet could take a trip back into the city. She seems like she'd be up for a trip into some clubs."

She can see a bit of jealousy flash across his features remembering their last outing to the motel, but she leaves it at that.

"Besides, you need to get out and search around. You've been cooped up here too long and I'll miss you even more then before."

She curls up beside him practically purring at his soft touch to her hair and skin. He caresses her with tender love and she returns the warm embrace with a gentle satisfied smile.

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Good Night, Kiss

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 12-27-02 06:23

Guillaume holds Narcissa a bit more tightly while considering her suggestion. After a moment of trepidation, his smile returns. After all, it is Narcissa's aggressive independence that not only makes her so attractive to him, but which also will make her the perfect mate as he strives to spur the Kindred to resume their proper place as masters of the night.

"I suppose it would be alright for you to go out without me," he gently concedes. "As long as you were with Violet. But please stay close by Violet the whole time. Do whatever she says, like you would with me."

He feels her muscles tense for a moment, and realizes how patronizing he sounds. He knows she still has not fully accepted the idea that among Vampires she is only a Chylde. Ironically, by the time she matures enough to apprehend that fact, it will probably no longer be the case.

"I'm sure you'll be fine," he adds, still sounding worried. "But if we are both to have such ambitious nights tomorrow, then it is all the more important to get a good rest this day."

He kisses her passionately and whispers. "Sleep well, my Darling. And never doubt that your coming into my life has made me happier than I could ever imagine."

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RE: Good Night, Kiss

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 12-29-02 13:36

She smiled as he held her tight against him as they both started to slip into a good days slumber. This time, his departure would not be as rapid as the last one, knowing what he was doing. She didn't want to keep tabs on him, but she knew what the world was like...she knew it was dangerous enough for humans to live in, much less their kind should they be exposed. But Guillaume was experienced enough and she knew he would always come back. She, on the other hand, would have to stay put and stick close to Violet as he has approved. She kissed his forehead and nuzzled against him closing her eyes.

"You're right love. We have so much to do tomorrow. I want you to have a good safe trip and we both need our rest. I love you my darling sire."

She giggles as she says this and he realizes she means this only in the most sincere way. She also thinks about Laura and Tricia and that she must meet with them in the morning. She starts to drift off into a nice long slumber for the day.

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Momentary Escape

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 01-06-03 13:07

Laura awakes suddenly, immediately aware that she still lays naked next to, and in the arms of, Lady Violet.

Diffuse light seeps from under one side of the heavy shades covering the windows, indicating the sun lies well below zenith. Nonetheless, having no idea which direction this room faces, Laura cannot gage whether the angle of the light means it is midmorning or late afternoon.

Laura knows, however, that the confusion she felt at the time she fell asleep has not abated during her slumber. A week ago, Laura had never had a single lesbian thought or desire. Now, in the past two nights, she has made love with two different women. Laura has nothing against homosexuality, but she remains certain that she is fundamentally straight. But then why...?

Laura becomes acutely aware of Lady Violet's body snuggling against hers. Memories of last night's unparalleled pleasure from Violet's fingers and tongue set Laura's heart racing. Laura recognizes the feeling. It is the same, urgent desire first inflamed a few days ago by her dreams of Belle Phillips, and then more recently by her encounters with Lady Narcissa. As a result, fantasies about those two women had overwhelmed Laura's psyche for several days, culminating in letting Narcissa seduce her, and then bring her to this mansion.

After what happened last night, the idea that she has started to succumb to the same infatuation toward Lady Violet does not surprise Laura, but it does dismay her. Over the past few years, Laura has dated several men, and had some very serious relationships, but Laura has never truly fallen in love. To suddenly confront such irresistible devotion to one, then two, and now three women... Laura knows there is something wrong, but cannot, and could not, even begin to imagine what it is.

Obviously, as much as she trusts Lady Violet, she cannot turn to her for help with this. The same is true for Lady Narcissa, despite all the kind assistance she has provided these past few evenings. After one strange visit late last week, she has heard nothing further from Belle. The only friend available to turn to is Tricia. In fact, if anyone will understand, Tricia should.

Being careful not to wake Lady Violet, Laura slides out of bed. She pulls on her dress and picks up her shoes. Remaining barefoot, Laura slips out the door and heads down the hall to the suite she and Tricia share with Lady Narcissa and Lord Guillaume.

Relieved to find the door unlocked, Laura pads across the spacious boudoir. Lady Narcissa and Lord Guillaume do not stir and Laura quickly reaches the closed door to the small bedroom assigned to Tricia and her. Laura silently opens the door and enters, closing it again behind her.

Laura's nose wrinkles. The small chamber smells of sex, confirming everything Laura had surmised of the relationship developing between Tricia and their hosts.

Tricia is laying on her back under the covers of the room's single, narrow bed. Laura finds odd comfort in Tricia's soft, gentle snore, sounding like a kitten's purr. Tricia's sleeping face offers an angelic contrast to the tangle of her mussed and matted hair.

Suffering her own torment, Laura cannot bring herself to disturb her friend's peace. She finds a spare quilt and curls up on the straight-backed chair. Still exhausted, soon Laura is also again asleep.

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Chapter 3... FINIS.

Author: Vampiress Belladonna

Date: 01-09-03 15:33

With Sir Guillaume stepping forward to fill the void created by Vampiress Dahlia's sudden departure, it remains to be seen if the Kindred newly arrived at Crimson Kiss will accept his vision of a vampiric future...

Perhaps the first inklings of an answer will be found in the next chapter, entitled "Broadening Horizons."

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