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Post by Count Dracula/Vlad Lugosi on Apr 17, 2013 20:55:01 GMT -5
He chuckled at her small offering. After how much he had TAKEN from her earlier, this little 'x' would barely suffice. But he indulged her, bringing his lips and tongue to it.
His red eyes shot open. He backed against his chair as slight tremors seized him. He let out a groan, uttering some Romanian curses that he hadn't used since he was mortal. It faded as fast as it had come on: from the sheer raw power coursing through her veins. He wanted more... to push the feeling MORE...to see where it would lead.
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Post by Maleficent on Apr 17, 2013 21:06:00 GMT -5
Mal batted her eyelashes and bit her lip, as though she'd received a very kind compliment.
At that she scratched three long vertical lines down her neck letting blood pool out of them and into the dips of her collar bones. She unbuttoned her shirt and slid it off before too much of it could soak into her shirt. Before he could lick up the small pools, she fiercely grabbed his jaw and kissed him, biting hard into his lip, which in the process smeared blood along his neck and chin.
"For you, My Dark Prince" She whispered letting go to see what he'd do with such a gift.
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Post by Count Dracula/Vlad Lugosi on Apr 18, 2013 5:24:05 GMT -5
A hand slightly trembling, he placed it at the small of her back, keeping their bodies firmly pressed together. He let her rough handle him, for things might get rough for her in a moment...
He brought his mouth to her neck again, this time to more generous amounts of blood, but her hand kept him from moving away again. It was almost too much, but he drank greedily, feeling the magic swell and inside of him as he consumed it in. He broke away, shuddering; it strummed through him like he was some kind of stringed instrument. He had never felt this before... not since he was alive. But it was more fierce an experience then he could remember it being. Perhaps because of the magic... or perhaps because it had been THAT LONG.
Dracula wanted her to ride this out with him, his Goddess, his muse. In a blur, he had her against the floor, taking her like a barbarian, which is what he had been, so long ago, before immortality had cultured him over centuries. Each movement of his hips was sheer delightful torture, he stole another lick at her neck, moaning louder, muttering in several different languages the most vulgar things his black perverse heart could think of. Everything everywhere was building, building, BUILDING...
He thrust he head back as release was impossibly, MIRACULOUSLY achieved. He let out a bellow...having never felt something that was sheer physical JOY since his self inflicted curse. And in a flash it was gone, leaving him cold again. Dracula rolled off of Mal and turned to his side, holding himself. He felt wetness at his eyes, and rubbed it onto his hand to inspect it, it was the only thing he COULD cry in despair...or joy: blood. He wiped it away, feeling his Goddess's slim arms wrap around his waist from behind.
She rested her chin in the dip between where his shoulder met his strong neck.
"Goddess..." He finally murmured, his elation gone. "...for a moment... I dare say you breathed LIFE into your servant..." Dracula turned his face towards her, kissing her lips tenderly.
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Post by Maleficent on Apr 18, 2013 6:39:06 GMT -5
Effortlessly Mal resealed the wound, smiling as she lay in her lovers arms. Though the bleeding had stopped she knew she'd be sore the next morning from his intense passion.
"I'm that good hmmm?" She chuckled as she drew tiny circles against his strong chest. She hiked her leg up over his and cuddled close to him. He was deathly cold, but her body was hotter than hell from the vigorous activity," I'm sure you gave the neighbors a scare...."
For awhile they lay there, simply enjoying each others company. Mal was indeed growing weary as he night wore on, but first she had to get one more thing accomplished for the night. She pulled herself up and went over to a wall, she waved a hand to create a door to a space that would be impossible to exist in the amount of space given. She snapped her fingers and a black coffin appeared, it was made of a darker toned wood and lined with the softest red velvet.
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Post by Count Dracula/Vlad Lugosi on Apr 21, 2013 8:40:42 GMT -5
Dracula opened the coffin, examining the inside. He glanced back at her with a smirk on his face. He wasn't used to being spoiled like this. He knew that she teasingly called him a 'pet' most of the time... but he was beginning to suspect that she seriously saw him as one... and would dote on him. The thought was amusing... but under the amusement burned a slight resentment towards being labeled that.
He was Dracula, Dark Vampire Prince, and Hell's Champion. His Goddess should not take it lightly.
...But he was in a forgiving mood, after she had made him feel this night... and the coffin was fabulous. Waste not. He climbed in and laid down. He did look like a corpse in a coffin, until he opened his red eyes up at her as she gazed in.
"I love it... thank you." He said, bringing her hand to his lips. He didn't bite, simply thanked her.
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Post by Maleficent on Apr 21, 2013 15:04:17 GMT -5
Mal caressed his jaw running her nails across the bareness of his skin," Until tomorrow, my Dark Prince"
With that she left him alone, morning was approaching, she would need sleep before she could study the text of the book any further. She waved her hand to produce a cultic looking safe, then took the spell book and placed it inside. She waved her hand again letting it disappear to what she believed would be a safe location till morning.
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Post by Count Dracula/Vlad Lugosi on Apr 24, 2013 10:36:42 GMT -5
She was pouring over that book again when he came back after hunting. She had not accompanied him for the past two nights. He leaned against the dark table she had the book propped up on, her green eyes glued to the page.
The book was most certainly competition... but not just for him... for her as well. He leaned in, seeing if he could glean something off of the page.
"... Is there a spell in that book... to bring what is dead back to life?" He asked finally, the hesitation in his voice a rare commodity for the Great Seducer. He looked at her, his red eyes waiting for a reply, like a child waiting for a parent's wisdom.
It had been IMPOSSIBLE to bring back life from the dead in his world, aside from Victor Frankenstein's experiments apparently... but what about the supernaturally undead back to life? Perhaps her world's magic could help. He didn't realize that he desired it so until he had begun to entertain it as a possibility; it had been pressing on his mind ever since the night that Maleficent had used the book's magic to...well... make him FEEL alive, if only for an instant.
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Post by Maleficent on Apr 24, 2013 15:25:38 GMT -5
"No, what's dead is dead," Mal replied non-chalantly," I've never heard of such powerful magic... and the closest you could get would be- well, you"
She could sense yearning coming from her Prince, the last two nights she had been ignoring him- far too busy studying to go out terrorizing various innocents. Still, he did deserve a little attention from her. The fairy looked up at him placing her chin on he palm of her hand," Something on your mind, My Prince?"
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Post by Count Dracula/Vlad Lugosi on Apr 26, 2013 9:18:26 GMT -5
He gazed intently at the book. He didn't believe her. Or at least he didn't want to. The powers of hell had given him everything that he needed to exact his revenge against good... all except life. Only God was capable of that. His enemy.
"Perhaps I might be permitted to inspect the artifact more closely." he held out a hand. "It looks like such an interesting read..." He said smoothly, regaining the usual lulling melody of his voice. "You could... teach me..."
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Post by Maleficent on Apr 26, 2013 22:45:45 GMT -5
At first she pulled it away from his hand, instinctively protective of her incredibly valuable- and powerful- stolen property. But his voice was so non-threatening... soothing even. It was hard not to just hand it over.
"Alright...." She stood and went over to take a seat in his lap," I suppose we can take a look," But she kept her book in her hands," It's grouped by task, simpler spells and charms are in the front, grouped together.... darker, more powerful magic starts.... here" she opened a page somewhere in the end.
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Post by Count Dracula/Vlad Lugosi on Apr 28, 2013 9:43:09 GMT -5
"Show me, Goddess." He whispered into her ear. His arms slid across her waist and linked. "Show me how the Goddess creates..."
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Post by Maleficent on Apr 28, 2013 14:38:07 GMT -5
She settled in against his chest and flipped to some of the easier 'animation' spells. These were simply extending your will to another object- often times a corpse or skeleton, basic but rather useless if you need numbers. The further they went on the more advanced the became, creating the walking dead simply required a body and you could send these creatures out to terrorize villages all over- but none of these things were actually 'living'; they lacked a soul.
In the end what it came down to was being able to retrieve the soul the person had lost.... occasionally, such a phenomenon would occur it a heart was in tact, being that the heart was the chamber in which a person's soul was kept, but after a certain amount of time the soul had to fade into the next life- or wherever souls went, it didn't specify.
"You see darling, there's only so much magic can do.... to bring 'true' life back would require bringing a person's soul back..... and from what I read that requires an 'intact' heart" She looked up at him," But I've yet to hear if that has or even can be accomplished"
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Post by Count Dracula/Vlad Lugosi on Apr 29, 2013 5:52:59 GMT -5
Dracula smiled into her shoulder.
"I know of a man who accomplished it... he lives in this very town... though the experiment was a little bit... 'touchy' shall we say? He believes he managed to bring the soul of his long lost brother back... with an enchanted heart..."
He kissed at her shoulder, baring it as he used a hand to expose it for easier access. "Oh to be able to feel as you feel, my goddess... to be aroused and sated as you know how to be... without sending you practically into a coma..." He sighed.
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Post by Maleficent on Apr 29, 2013 15:55:50 GMT -5
"But wouldn't you miss the power you'd surely lose?" She asked glancing back at him," Not to mention immortality...?"
No, he seemed very set on this. While Mal thought it .... impractical to give up such a gift, there was something about his voice, his words that made her want to help him. She met his lips with hers," I'll have to see what I can do... starting with retrieving a heart"
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Post by Count Dracula/Vlad Lugosi on May 2, 2013 7:12:56 GMT -5
"Why not have BOTH..." He murmured against her hair. "My body is already cursed... damned... nothing can free my body..."
"But perhaps something could be ADDED..." He didn't understand how her world's magic worked exactly... but something in what he said made her light up, as if something had fallen into place in her mind. "Is that an epiphany, or are you just enjoying yourself." He asked, shifting beneath her; she could probably him stir beneath her. It was hard not to. Her blood was so alluring, especially lately...and she was sitting so comfortably in his lap...
But she seemed too focused on her train of thought to pick up on his inviting comment.
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