Secrets

{whispers} mmmm fuck I miss you already, my soul... all that researching....{fangs pulsing, teasing the slender column of your throat}
 I missed you, my love...*arm snaking around your neck, stroking your hair as your fangs graze daggered points to the line of my throat* I'm researching now....*chuckles* permission to send our choices back to Senya? She can have the ribbons to us by tomorrow...
{growls, the flat of my tongue running a wet velvet line up your throbbing vein} you don't need my permission, my love. Send away. {laughs} I'm so impatient now to see them... hope she doesn't take too long...
maybe permission was the wrong word...*grins, fingers tightening in your hair, your tongue sparking electric pulses through my veins* I love that you're as impatient as I...it shouldnt take too long...*brow furrowed* getting the samples didnt...
{biting down, razor tips dimpling your skin with threatened penetration} don't get me wrong.. I fucking love that word from your lips, true
*growls, teeth locking into my skin, the naked threat of your bite provoking the arch of my spine, fangs elongating* I just bet you do...
{your growl resonating in my mouth, vibrating on my tongue, crimson beads welling at the razor tips of my fangs} keep that up Tory, and you'll find out just how much I love to hear you beg for permission... {licking up your vein} but with our ribbons... I trust you implicitly
*lip curling off pearled blades in a smirk, a soft snarl of arousal welling with the beads of blood raising wet heat on my skin, kissing your fangs with crimson life, droplets giving under the rasp of your tongue* I. Dont. Beg...but I'm honoured...that you trust me with this
Tempting me Tory? You know I fucking love a challenge, true {growling the words as your taste explodes on my tongue, defiance, arousal and laughter distilled into the sweet wine of your essence} you honour me Tory...by being MINE... and calling me yours
*smirk softening to a smile, hand gentling in your hair, lids closing over emerald flames, arching the column of my throat into the growl-kiss of fangs and tongue, the rasping brush of your goatee sending my nerve endings fluttering with my heartbeat* you are mine...and my everything is yours....always and forever..*smile widening as my cell vibrates on the desk, message flashing on the screen* Senya says she aims to have it done in a few hours...so not tomorrow...
{lids flaring} Hours? fuck yes!! MINE!! {the word a triumphant snarl, jaw snapping, ivory daggers piercing your skin, sinking, burying deep in your flesh, hooking into the reservoir of your soul, drinking you, taking your love, your passion and your strength inside me}
FUCK! *my thighs tremble, my knees threaten to give out and my body is aflame with the erotic pain of your bite, penetrating delicate flesh with the razor curves of your hunger, striking my emotions with the fever of your need and siphoning the essence of my soul inside of you* 
{fuck YES!!.. caught in warrior arms as your knees buckle beneath you, jaws locked on your vein as I tackle you back to the wall, fevered lust fuelled by the tormenting, aphrodisiac liquor of your blood, gloved hand hitching your thigh to my waist, hips bucking and grinding my arousal on you with frenzied, furious frustration, free hand pushing up your shirt to roll your breast in the rough of my palm}
FuckfuckfuckFUCK! *curses punctuating the feral grinding dance of my hips, the demanding frenzy of lust rolling through us, spine bowed nearly double, fingers rough in your hair, urging on the feeding draws of your mouth, breast thrust up into the rough massage of your palm as our bodies fight to get closer, itching to crawl over you, thigh hitched high on your waist, exposing my core to your brutal grinds, so fucking sensitive, so damn wet, glossy with my need for you as silk is drenched through with hunger and your jaw locks down* Fuck, V...
{fuckfuckfuck!!!! sanity unplugged, feral, carnal hunger whipping me to a frenzied assault, so fucking desperate to get inside you every way I can, bruising suction latching me to your throat as my hips drill you up and into the wall, your thigh yanked higher, gloved fingers imprinting your soft flesh, seeking the liquid silk threshold of your aching core, invading you in a long, punishing stroke, powering through the fisted resistance of your slick walls, stretching you to the point of pain, your spine bowed with the force of my hammering fuck-thrusts, pumping wildly into your thrashing, jolting body, fangs locked in your neck, your breast crushed in my palm...fuck}
Holy fuck, mother of...fuck!! *broken sounds, unintelligible as my brain short circuits and animal dominates, clawing, snarling, ripping my nails into your skin as your fangs tear ever deeper, jerked through flesh with the slamming pounds of your hips, the curve of my spine hammered hard into the wall, my only support in the furious collision of our lust-enraged bodies, drilled to the heart, pouring molten pleasure down the shaft of your cock as you are viced in silken muscle, forcing the heavy, pistoning drive of your hips to power faster, harder, to fuck me to breaking point and never fucking stop...raw, untamed love expressed in the wild clash of arousal and bloodlust, pain and ecstasy jolting through my body, radiating from my core and alerting all pleasure receptors as my climax threatens to destroy me*
{unleashed, unrestrained...unable to fucking hold back, hips slapping heavy, wet thrusts, slamming you into the wall with merciless, ravening need, your blood gushing in hot pulses down my throat in time to the thundering beat of your heart...and my release, when it hits, is a sudden impact, head-on fucking collision of blinding, explosive ecstasy, momentum driving my hips harder, pistoning through the shuddering jolts of pleasure that grip my spine, tighten my sac and lick flames over my thighs and lower abs, releasing inside you in hot bursts of orgasmic euphoria, cock pulsing rhythmically in the tight grip of your core, filling you, spilling out on our thighs, my pores bleeding out the scent of our bond, saturating the air dragged into heaving lungs, fangs ripped from your throat on a bellowed roar} Sweet FUCK!!!!!! TORY!!!!!
*I am nothing and everything...ripped into a million glittering pieces of ecstasy, shards of euphoria tearing me apart with razor orgasmic detonations, one after the other, pulsing, fluid, alive, as though blood was replaced with lightning and you are the catalyst...brutal,loving, demanding, ruthlessly plundering my core with the steel inches of your arousal, driving me to heavens and slamming me into the sweet oblivion of our union, screams wrapping around your roar, my name, your name...us...falling together, shattering, ecstasy torturing us, powering the helpless, animal fury, the unleashed hungers, the soul deep need to brand and bite and scratch, to fuck til we are raw and bruised, marked in the most exquisite ways...the jetting liquid fire of your release is buried in the well of my soul, hot pulses in sync with the grinding, rippling spasms of my core, battening down around your shaft, our arousal slicking our thighs with bliss* FUCK V!!
Oh God Tory... Oh fuck... {sucking hard-panted, soothing laps of my tongue over the jagged bite marks in your vein, strong arms locking you around my hips, aftershocks of orgasmic current twitching through my muscles, flexing my ass, moving my cock in the quivering sheath of our combined arousal, low, animal moans wrung from my chest, head falling into the hollow of your throat} fuck...fuck I love you Tory...are you alright? Did I hurt you?...I... fuck...
You could never hurt me...*breathing in your scent, my lips pressed to the top of your head, caging you in lithe limbs, quivering thighs, gouging nails into your shoulder blades, anchored to you as the bucking jerks of your hips hammer your release home, winding my inner walls around you, fists of silken muscle milking you for every drop, the scent of your emotions in the dark spice perfuming the air, saturating my skin, my hair with fragrant possession, dragging ragged breaths through moaning lips, slumping back against the wall in limp satiation, your lips captured, ravaged with kisses, feeding my love through every touch* fuck, V...I'm all yours...fuck...

{fuck yes... as I am yours.. devouring you in a warm, wet duel of tongues, relishing my essence all over you, in you, my lust branded into your core, my possession seeped into every pore of your skin....growling into the fanged kiss} I fucking love you Tory... {the sated slump of your back against the smooth black wall followed by a soft click as the mechanism triggers, revealing the concealed door to our secret room, disguised, fitted flush to the wall.. It pops open with a quiet snick... exactly as it did in my dream}

I fucking love you, Vishous...*taking another emotion-laced kiss, hips moving slowly....and then the wall moves...and I scrabble for purchase, eyes wide, nails locked into your skin again, limbs bands of quaking lithe muscle around your body, watching a panel disappear into utter darkness, no candlelight, just a black hole that smells of you...and leather...turning cautious, curious eyes to yours, a furrow of confusion marring my brow, slightly freaked that the wall decided to shift and leave me wrapped around you like a vine* please tell me your real name isnt Mr Rochester...cause I'm the only crazy female you should have locked up...

{shifting our weight to accommodate the sudden subsidence of your back support, guarded diamond eyes watching the reactions play across your face as the secret I held back from you is finally revealed...slowly easing you down to the floor, strong arms supporting your still trembling form, concern dissolving into amused laughter} Miss Eyre, I assure you, there is only room for one crazy shellan in my home...our home... or in my heart, true. {a sheepish smile hovering on my lips} I meant to show you... just.. the timing never seemed right

*feet touching the floor with a wince as muscles protest doing anything other than lounging in your arms, eyes wide emerald, catching the worry that shimmers in your diamond gaze, watching it ripple away with laughter, my brow raising* meant to show me what? *stepping warily from the circle of your arms, fingers reaching to touch the dark space where the wall used to be, cool air meeting heated skin, the whisper of leather to my senses, the chilled caress of metallic scents winding teasing manacles around my curiosity, drawing me deeper* V...what have you done? *though my mind conjures images, something stops the words from forming..I thought you'd given up on this..with us*

{shit.... fuck... scrubbing a leather palm over the back of my neck... lulled by the fucking post-orgasmic bliss, defences down, unprepared for your reaction to this...confession? expectation? demand? whatever the fuck the room signifies... a low voice in my head murmuring..you,  Vishous, it represents you, true and this is Tory... the one you want to let inside... the only one who ever got past the defences...fuck... eyes drawn like magnets to the black, formless floor, dragging them back to meet the questioning clarity of your emerald gaze, clearing my throat...mouth cracking open.. but words won't fucking come... instead, my gloved palm pushes the door wider, free hand silently ushering you inside, the door clicking closed behind, closing us into the inky blackness, inhaling deep on the scent of leather and steel and candlewax... hearing your soft gasp as a suspended chain brushes your shoulder, black candles flaring to retina-stunning life to reveal the room...two opposing walls of uninterrupted mirror, creating the illusion of an infinitely long cathedral of candles, the back wall a cornucopia of leather and steel depravity...the rack centre stage...chains strategically suspended from the ceiling..restraints built into the floor and on the flick of a switch, the shutter on the remaining wall whirs to life, trundling up to reveal the pulsing light of the Caldwell skyline against the moonlit night....and I feel like I'm standing naked in the middle of Grand Central Station...gaze glued to the view... reluctant to meet your gaze, voice a low whisper} this is me Tory...who I am...I don't expect you to.. {the words trail off, fucking lies that they are. I do want this to be a part of our lives so fucking bad...I can't even voice it} 

*I'd moved...am moving...bare feet carrying me over black marble, stepping around restraints, eyes lit up in the reflections casting me in candlelight, a glow of ink and mercurial scars, naked skin fresh blue with bruises, hair wild...and I feel like a child in a candy store, set upon by row upon row of toys...ours....done away with things I didnt care for, replaced with favourites...leather and suede, steel, silver...my fingers reach out, caressing, dragging tails through my palms, an array of wicked delights...and you look like you're going to throw up, or bolt...your words causing my head to turn from my smiling reunion with our rack, lips curving down, confusion layering the slightly choked tone of my voice* I took you before...I have taken all of you...never have I shied away from any of this...I...*apparently have no words...how can you not know? How can you not remember? The times you tied me, flayed me raw, released all of my demons in an orgasmic exorcism of pain and beauty...trust, love...breaking my resistance and exposing my soul every time you took a blade to my skin, or forced my submission...slowly drawing out the trust that is only one of the foundations that supports us* I thought you had taken this...elsewhere...maybe not for sex...maybe it was just for the pain but...I didnt think you wanted me to be...here...*hand waving around the dark space of temptations...fangs pinching my lower lip* I love you..ALL of you..this is a part of me too...I couldnt give it up

{fuck... forehead resting on the glass wall, ungloved palm leaving a foggy print on the glossy surface, head hanging low on my shoulders...where had I lost my way in this... you, with young, treating you with kid gloves so long, I let myself believe you had lost your taste for rougher things... and when you finally got another chance at what was stolen from you...young...I let myself believe you no longer had any demons to exorcise...no longer had a use for what I am.... I... yeah, fuck... you never even mentioned that the rack was gone so I naturally assumed you were...relieved...lost in thought...exhaling... and then your words begin to filter through...to register in the emotional turmoil of my mind, over-bright ice white eyes turning to lock your gaze...voice cracking} you still want this Tory? 

*a fist curled, resting on the rack, hip cocked, sure I'm gaping...for all your smarts sometimes you can be pretty dense* You weren't there when my whip flayed your skin, when chains forbade you from touching me? I want this...I need this...we both fucking do...*tentative steps bringing me closer, watching the Caldwell skyline over your shoulder, bright green eyes reflected in the glass, intent on your face, the haven behind me a sanctuary for our needs, mirrors flashing my image back at me, glass exposing us to the world below, chains ready to wrap metal fingers around wrists, to suspend me, to pin me, to pin you...and fuck..but those candles were big...would hold magma wax and you could paint me again...splashes of bright red mingling with blues and purples of your finger marks in my flesh...* Do you know how it felt? To not be able to play with you...to not give over to these desires for fear of hurting our young? I couldnt...I wanted to...and then we came home and...you'd removed every last piece of evidence that this Penthouse had ever been used for anything but young...it was gone...the rack, the wall, our chains...nothing...how was I supposed to know you even still wanted me in this way? You never said..

{lifting my forehead from the glass, shaking my head slowly, voice barely a murmur} fuck... the whip and cuffs... I hoped then... but what if you were just getting my attention...punishing me..? {rising up to full height, shoulders squared, hands reaching up to your face thumbs stroking down your cheeks, pinning you in the shimmering diamond of my eyes, voice raw with emotion} I've been a fucking idiot, true...a blind fucking idiot...I doubted us...I'm sorry Tory... never again. I fucking love you with every shredded fibre of my soul I love you...I need you...this way... I need this and I need it with you, and only you. For fucking ever Tory {whispering the oath to your mouth with trembling lips, your jaw in my palms, my heart pounding a heavy drum beat against my ribs} welcome to our private room, my love... you can punish me all you want for being such a blind, messed up fidiot... {slow smiles on your lips} assuming you can get free of your restraints first... I fucking love you nalla 

I dont speak sixteen languages...I barely speak six, but I thought the whip spoke a language we both understood...*covering your hands with mine, my gaze burns into yours, the soft brush of your thumbs bringing the sheen of crystal tears to my eyes, focussed on the incandescent emotions flickering in the depths of pure diamond...my head shaking as your words roll into tender kisses...we were both wrong...we both assumed, neither asked outright...we both backed away, feared our desires would be rejected, when in reality nothing had changed, those needs were the same, and going elsewhere for anything was unthinkable, it was us...end of...* You were an idiot...but so was I, I doubted, I was insecure...I believed lies and you dont even want to know what I thought about the large albino male lurking around here...*heaving a sigh, kisses interspersed between breaths and words, locked in this private moment, this chapel of depravity...OURS...* I love you, so fucking much, with every thought, with every breath, with every heartbeat I love you...and my soul didnt even exist before you found me...you have me...this way and every which way possible..I am yours in every sense of the word...And I need you...*naked, inked curves pinning you to the cold glass, fangs unsheathed and scoring red lines down over your nipple* Oh I will punish you...we have a date with a candle..*eyes flashing to the restraints on the floor, the chains suspended promises from the ceiling* mmm...Fuck...but I fucking love you...

{hissing out a growl, bonding scent flooding the enclosed space} you met Archos? You have some explaining to do, shellan mine {the heat of my bare shoulders steaming up the glass wall as your fangs graze a razor over my nipple} we are so dating, Tory. Can't fucking wait, true {cracking a wicked fanged smile} Chapel of depravity? {quirks a brow} I love it... we need a name for our 'chapel' true

Archos? Is that his name? I didnt get passed wanting to slip a blade under his ribs...he puts me on edge...*breathing deep as the flood of your bonding bathes the room in the scent of us...eyes dropping to the floor* Caith called...I...came here..he wouldnt let me in...*shrugs, fangs playing again over your nipple, colouring a line of blood for my tongue to lap at*

{muttering} yes, Archos..but you may have heard of him as 'The Master'? and if he didn't put you on edge, I'd be checking you for a pulse feel me? {biting back a snarl as your eyes hit the floor, gloved fingers tilting your chin up to me} did that SOB touch you? I'll fucking tear him apart with my teeth... {frowning hard} and Caith?!! What the fuck, you said Caith called you? What could that skank Brother chaser possibly want to call you about Tory?

Every Dom calls himself THE Master...and all the subs call them that too...I may have heard of him..*meeting your eyes at the rough leather insistence tilting my face to yours, resisting the urge to run my tongue over your curled lip, scoffing slightly* if he touched me he would be out of business...The late Master...he backed off when he found me wearing your scent..*eyes falling fast to the floor, no amount of tilting my face bringing my gaze to yours this time, shame a blush on my cheeks...to even have believed such a bottom feeder...I didnt want to admit how insecure I was in that time apart, after the birth, my self image..everything...post natal bullshit...but..* She called to tell me you had sought out Laea...for...*clearing the growl from my throat* and I know you've had her before...so...yeah...I was an idiot...She was stirring shit, and I slammed a load of fuckoffs down her throat..and then went to see if it was true...

Look at me Tory... {gloved hand jerking your jaw up, angling your averted gaze to meet the disbelief if my eyes} you thought I was cheating on you? That I would go.... fuck... {raking a hand through my hair} I was an even bigger fool that I thought, true... you should have said something... I should have.... fuck.... never Tory.... never doubt... I love you... only you...

 *biting down on the tremble in my lip...remembering the total lack of confidence...the belief that I was undesirable to you...yeah I was really going to say something about that...your eyes so bright, like watching light refract off the most pure diamond* I'm sorry...I...you wouldnt fuck me, you barely looked at me, when we fed and slept was the only time you really touched me...I thought the fact that you had to share my body with our young made me just their mahmen...not your female anymore...*swallowing hard* I love you...I was a fidiot, I fucking love you, only you, for fucking ever...I'm sorry I doubted...never again...You're fucking MINE!

All fucking yours Tory... and you will always be mine.. nothing can change that... you're stuck with this infuriating warrior whether you like it or not, true {inclining my head to take your lips in a searing kiss, tasting tears like spring rain and I can't ever tell if they are yours or mine, so deeply ingrained is my scent and my soul and my mark on you}

Oh I like it...I love it, warrior mine...*handfuls of your hair dragging you down, deepening the kiss you scorch to my lips, tongues dancing a dueling tango, flavoured with blood and tears* Always...the annoyingly sexy thorn in your side, remember? For fucking ever....

Damn straight, shellan mine {growling the words to your lips} and you are so fucking good at that role, true... I love you...

Mirror Images

{Gently uncurling Khaos' tiny fisted grip from around my gloved finger, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth as his little body gravitates towards his sister in the crib, succumbing finally to the draw of sleep, translucent lids heavy over bright emerald eyes...Tory's eyes... padding silently back to our mated bed where you lay, sprawled in the sea of slippery black silk. Gloved fingers walking a path along the vining ink that curls in delicate tendrils around your ribcage, a scribed embrace that maps your life..battles fought, your inner strength, the latticework of mercurial scars woven between the inked patterns... trailing over your hip bone to the canvas of your toned stomach, middle finger lightly tracing the old language letters of our youngs' names as you sleep, bathed in soft candlelight}
Mmm...*I'm being painted with tender touches, sweeps of gentle caresses bringing me to life on a canvas of black silk, marking out my every curve to be shaded in with love...alive...The facets of my soul etched into my skin, lighting up the dark thorned spirals circling me in a tally of death with the promise of a future...eyelids fluttering open to bathe you in dream-glassy emerald, smiling a drowsy curve of my lips* good morning nallum...sorry...I overslept?...*sheepish grin*
{lifting sultry, dark-lashed diamond eyes from your skin to your face... and my heart swells... sometimes life throws you a curveball and you hit a goddamned grand slam off of it, true. You are here, we are together..a...family...my soul resonates with the sheer pleasure of knowing you are all fucking mine... brow knitted in a frown, voice hushed} Shit, I didn't mean to wake you Tory... I just need to touch you...
*jaw cracking in a yawn, spine arching, stretching out along the length of your body with a content purr* no, nallum. I always need your touch *vining my arm around your neck and meeting your frown with a kiss, luxuriating in the closeness...the complete reality that we are together...family, soulmates...parents...tucking myself into you* you left the bed...
hmm Khaos was mooching for his mahmen, true.. can't say I blame him {low-lidded diamond eyes tracking the path of one gloved finger as it circles your nipple, the skin puckering and pebbling to a hard peak to my touch} you are... fascinating
umm...is he ok? *torn, voice hitching around a growl, tormented by the leather circling a rough path around my nipple, so sensitive, aching so exquisitely as you coax it to a taut pink bead, moaning low, watching you watching my body's responses to your touch with dark diamond desire, spine pulled into a bow, an arc of lust strung on the lines of pleasure, jolting sensations rippling out with every circuit of your gloved finger around the increasingly aroused tight tip* mmm I'm fascinating?....fuck...you make me melt....
Fast asleep, Tory.. both of them.. its just us, true {gaze turned to the soft light and the softer snores emanating from the nursery door well, voice turning dark and seductive} I make you melt? Are you melting for me now? {dipping my head, lust-darkened eyes locked on yours as I close my lips around tight bud of your nipple, razor fangs dimpling the soft, yielding skin of your breast, sucking you into my mouth, tongue rasping warm velvet over your sensitised nipple, gloved finger tracing the line between your flat abs that guides me lower... lower still to the smooth juncture of your thighs,your silken folds coaxed apart to slide my finger into the slippery honey of your swollen arousal a low growl of male satisfaction vibrating on your nipple} fuck you are.... you make me burn, shellan
 V...*wicked tongue, wicked lips, wicked fingers, playing the pleasure strings of my body, emerald sparking vivid as my eyes fixate on yours, captivated by the soft suction of your mouth around my nipple, the pinpricks of pain scoring the delicate skin of my breast, vibrating growls to the pleasure sensors trembling to shimmering awareness, alight with desire, your fingers gliding through glossed silk, my most intimate skin glistening with my need for you, with the fiery lust twining through the core of me, a coil deep inside tightening to the wet seal of your lips, the play of your fingers between my thighs, hips grinding, guiding your firm strokes to the bundle of nerves that pulsates, fluttering out the beat of my heart, purring softly as I work your fingers through the folds of my slick sex, the pads of my fingers trailing down the thick shaft of your cock, breast arched into your mouth* Fuck...nallum...
 Uhnnn {fuck yes.. your purred pleasure is like a kiss to the head of my throbbing erection, your scent turns my blood to pulsing, molten lust, your exquisite body melting in my fingers, arching and tightening in response to my touch like a finely tuned instrument played by familiar, skilled hands... one hard-muscled thigh parting your legs to settle the substantial weight of my warrior frame at your hips, the thickly veined shaft of my cock replacing our fingers to glide delicious, teasing friction over the hood of your clit, glossed in  the welling, melting caress of your arousal, my heart pounding a hammer beat in my ribcage as I meet your gaze... struck by the normality of our bodies, positioned as they are and yet there is nothing vanilla to me about this special intimacy, only ever shared with you. I can think of nothing more fucking erotic at this moment than looking in your eyes, soul exposed and vulnerable, as I climax deep inside you, here, in the shimmering ocean of black silk that bathes our mated bed in the fragrance of our bond, my words hoarse on your lips} Fuck... I need you, my soul...
 oh Vishous...you have me...*thighs split wide, your warrior mass falls in the cradle of my hips as though I was carved to fit only with you...sculpted so we piece together, molding into one no matter the position...yours...the only one I ever trusted to lay down beside...trusted to let inside, my heart, my body, my soul...emerald love in my eyes, my hips undulate off the bed, guiding you to the entrance of my molten core with gentle fingers, body tight, writhing as the head of your cock glides over my clit, powering my arousal to a quake of muscle and wet silk, easing you through the clenched fist of my desire, heels crossed at the base of your spine, curved to take you to the heart, urging you to push deeper, to claim me, grinding down every inch of your iron girth with slow, passionate circling purrs, demanding you join us, embed deep and let us explode together, whimpers spilling my need, arousal intense, orgasmic tension a burn encompassing my entire being in licks of fire* move...Fuck...move my soul... I need you...
 You have me, Tory... you've always had me {the words bitten to your lips, gazes locked, breath stolen as you take me inside you, your walls melting around my cock, molding to the iron contours of my thick arousal, none of the frenzied pace of our angry reunion, only long, powering pistoning thrusts, savouring you, every sensation heightened by the sexual current crackling and sparking off every nerve ending in my skin, so raw with the statically charged chemistry of our union that the slightest movement threatens to strike the match on my release slow, rolling thrusts, kissing your depths, eyes closing briefly on a ragged moan as I move inside you and when my lids open again, your sex-smouldering emerald gaze is fixed on the ceiling, where the powerful flex and release of my ass muscles and your heels spurred into the small of my back and your name in my broad back, rolling and bunching with every heavy, deep-penetrating thrust of my hips is reflected on a rippling canvas of black silk and I know it turns you on because your heels dig deeper, your nails score down my back, your hips buck up off the bed meeting my every stroke with slapping counterthrusts that bury me deeper inside you, careening us both inexorably to the final, earth-shattering, soul-branding climax of our union... restraint tightening my voice} l need your eyes Tory... now
 *my gaze snaps from the mirrored view of your powerful body, our images grinding in sinuous flexes, muscles bunched, shoulders rolling intently focussed on seeing the sensations you inspire, the heavy rocking thrusts of your hips mining the molten desires in my core, nails clawed into the ripped, sculpted muscle of your broad back, raking over the liquid ripple of my name as you power a slow rhythm into the heart of me...I could watch you all day, loving me, driving me to the edge, threatening to throw me over with all the violent love that winds through our cells, branding our insides, every molecule marked with the others name...but I cant deny you...your voice low taut with the pressure of our impending climax, a growl, a plea, a command, answered as feral emerald melts to diamond brilliance and my world falls away, replaced by us, by this bond that is more than mere biology, soul chemistry lighting our existence up in an inferno of emotion, of an ecstasy that flings me off the precipice of this mounting pleasure we've been climbing, a slow ascent to the heavens soaring me into a free fall of euphoria that shatters thought, steals breath, fuses us into a single entity, always there to catch me, my nails score deep into my anchor, so real, grounding me, heels spurring you on through the uncontrolled undulations riding the length of your cock, enveloped in the glossy honey of my arousal, the slick rhythmic twist of my climaxing core, howling as I drown in your gaze* Oh God YES, V!
 Fuck... {oh God yes...right fucking there... mouth falling open on a hitched, shuddering breath, locking onto the emerald purity of your eyes, my very soul laid bare, every violent emotion exposed as I go over the edge, a slow-cranked, tantalising rollercoaster ride up the slope of mounting need, we reach the top together, flung into the exhilarating rush, heart accelerating to a wild, staccato rhythm, hips slamming into yours, hammering home the hot bursts of my release, cock embraced by the milking contractions of your core, demanding all my body has to give, your heels digging in, driving my climax deep into the heart of you, pulses of dark possession rolling off my skin as I come inside you, held in the magnetic draw of your eyes... knowing you see me... really see me.. and wild fucking horses could not drag me from your gaze, my face a mask of excruciating ecstasy, your name spilling from my lips, a reverent, pleading mantra} fuck Tory...
 *so beautiful...strange to say about a warrior...but fuck...I couldnt look away if the world was ending...when we climax, our bodies in perfect sync, seized in mirror images of one another, the fisting vice of my sex milking the surging pulses of your release with my bliss, dragging slick, drenched velvet along the iron silk of your cock, hips winding you deep even as we come apart, torn asunder on the slam of our bodies, connected, eyes linking our souls, hearts erratically pumping out the tempo of our love, breath ragged, fingers flexing, unfurling from the muscles of your back, unwilling to relinquish their hold in your skin, marking jagged welts. My name on your lips fills my ears, hushed whispers of 'I love you' breathed into the space between us as I collapse in a puddle of ink and scars* fuck..fuck, Vishous
 {beautiful...so fucking beautiful...you and the perfect symmetry of our bodies reaching the pinnacle of this symphony of emotion, perfectly in tune, the perfect fit, muscles trembling and twitching, turned molten in the wake of my release, sucking in the heavily fragranced air in greedy draws, black hair brushing your forehead as I close the distance between our lips to seal your mouth with a slow, searing kiss, unwilling, unable to move from inside you, weight rested on my forearms, rubbing noses with you} fuck, I love you Tory. That was incredible... yeah...fuck
 *sharing your air, your breath, your lips a soft press on mine, deepening, scorching passion through the quivering of my curves as I melt into the kiss, devouring your mouth, slow, intimate...smiling as we touch noses, such tenderness...locks of inky hair brushed from your forehead, seeking your eyes, with shaky fingers, smoothing the soft strands in my touch, languid, liquid under you, around you, sated breaths dragging thickly spiced air into my lungs, your possession intoxicating on my tongue, murmuring* mmm...I love you, V. It was...amazing, absolutely...*emerald gaze flicking to the mirrored ceiling briefly with a slow grin* breath-taking....
 Hmmm {the tip of my tongue flicking at your nose with a husky laugh} you like the new mirror, Tory?
 *crinkling my nose in a laugh* I love the mirror...I love your ass...*winks* and seeing my name in your skin....
 Mmmmm {curling my hips in deep, rolling flex, growling the words to your lips} I prefer your peaches, true. You know I like to watch...{fangs throbbing, recalling the mirrors in our secret room}
 *hissing as your cock nudges over my sweet spot, rocking my hips up in an involuntary writhe* mmm...now you can watch...every inch of me...*heels unlocked, running my feet down the backs of your thighs, twining our legs* 
 Mmmmm {shifting my weight to accommodate the slide of your calves down my legs, vined together in a languid knot of satiation} every beautiful fucking inch, Tory {fangs teasing your lips on a growl} Mine!! 
 *hands roaming lazily over your back as sharp fangs nibble my lips, feeling you deep inside, your weight hovering on my flushed skin* all fucking yours...*fingers curling into the tight muscles of your ass in a playful squeeze* as you are MINE! 
 All fucking yours Tory.... for fucking ever... I love you, shellan mine

See Me

{Somewhere, in the depths of subconscious, when the dream tide washes me up on the shores of reality, I am aware that I am dreaming, but then the undertow of the rolling surf drags me back down into the depths of sleep and my skin is hot, sheened with sweat, muscles aching from building walls... brick upon brick.. wall within wall until I am trapped in a prison of my own construction, fuck...right... yeah..as if erecting barriers could keep out the grim fucking reality..Tory and I are in deep fucking shit, true. 
  As if partitioning off my hunger would somehow sate the ravenous animal clawing under my skin...nice try V...It's just an empty room, true... without her, without Tory in it...It's just a secret room and you didn't even have the balls to let her in..to show her what you really need from her...the hard-ass warrior is afraid...afraid she doesn't want your sick depravity.. Scared she doesn't want you.. in the dream my own demented laughter reverberates in the enclosed space, mocking me... I am alone in the hidden, sound-proofed room, with it's black candles and the rack, the wall of toys and my own mirrored reflection staring back at me in silent accusation...
  I am dog tired, weary of tilting at windmills...and I hunger, so fucking hungry, famished...and the very thing I crave, Tory's scent is everywhere, permeating the air, flooding my senses, thunderstorms and dark spices and leather, hardening my cock to aching, steely arousal...fuck...gloved hand drifting inexorably down, coasting over hard abs, fisting the thick shaft, a cold substitute for the embrace of Tory's lusciously tight, silken flesh... but here in my dream it is not my hand that strokes the hard length.. fuck no, it's her, and when I come, alone here in the candlelight, the hot evidence slick in my palm, no crystal tears will burn my eyes because the pitiful, lonely release only serves to make me miss her more... no, here in the dream it is her body winding down on my cock fitting me like a tight, velvet glove, in the dream we are together, complete and the contact is electrifying, soul searing... Fuck...}
*I am fury and sex poured into leather and silk, a thunderstorm laced into a bladed corset and stockings, I am hunger and need bared to the air as I cross the suite, newly refurbished, so fucking perfect...but something is missing...I didnt point it out when he brought us home...the lack of everything...the wall of toys, the rack...our old home had catered to our every perverted want. Why had he got rid of such a haven of beautiful depravity? Our bedroom, adjoining the nursery but set away, walled off from our young, separating parents from lovers...in the end, just a beautifully crafted, deliciously dark bedroom, with a glass wall and mirrored ceiling...nothing to signify we will take up our dark proclivities...was Caith right? Was he going elsewhere for his base needs? Maybe he hasnt given up his Dom lifestyle..he's just given it up with me? Snapping my head in a vicious shake, trying to wake myself from the melancholy...
  I am an addict, I crave, I yearn, I long to possess and be possessed once more. I cannot take it. My withdrawal symptoms are a permanent state of arousal, V's kiss, his scent, his voice, the way he holds me when we sleep, the way we feed, keeping me in a constant sexual state of suspended animation, going through the motions with only half of my self, the other drifting on tenuous links. It has always been sacred to us...the physical unity. So untrusting of anyone, our first time was borne out of pure, animal lust, no thoughts, no time to contemplate repercussions, we wanted, and we took...and our hearts followed on instinct, trusting, learning...loving. V denies us our soul alchemy, denies us the sanctuary of each others bodies, and maybe I havent pushed for it, but no one wants to be rejected by their world and an inner voice spewed its insecurity all over my arousal whenever I even thought about seeking him out. Purring low in my throat as memory rushes through me, the remnants of a dream, the animal appreciation, the female thrill at the forefront, remembering being suspended, vulnerable only to him, from the shiny chains hanging from the ceiling, painted in molten wax, having him so deep inside me I thought we would never be separated...but that wont happen again until he wants me, until he sees me as a female, not merely the mother of his young.
  God...had he even noticed when I slipped from our bed to hand the twins over to Jodi? Noticed when the door closed as she took them into Rehv's Penthouse next door, close enough to protect, but far enough that we had free rein in our redecorated suite? Probably not...I doubt V even realises when I'm not next to him anymore...selecting my torment of choice from the bag I had Fritz bring, an alarm clock of sorts that will rouse my male from his day sleep, palming the smooth handle and stalking, a predator, out to the newly walled off bedroom, on stockinged feet, panties left off. No point deceiving either one of us. In my scheme of things, they would only be a hindrance. Faltering in my predatory gait, a nervous smoothing of skin-tight leather, a tug on the suspenders, uncharacteristically shy...my eyes closing briefly...you are as you were Tory...he'll want you still...my mantra, chanted in my head as I push the bedroom door open...only to be assualted by anger...a rage that hurts in it's vehemence...
 Beauty and power, and barely leashed sexual hunger is on our bed, a caged beast fighting for freedom from a dream that has worked my male into a storm of sex that apparently only his own hand can sate. Well. Fuck. That! And fuck it fucking sideways! I dont even think, my voice snarls out with the crack of the whip, lashing V's upper thighs with the tightly braided strands of leather* Warrior!
Fuck!! {lids flying wide on a snarl as searing heat strikes a lash of agony over my skin... and holy mother of fuck...this is no fucking dream. Tory is death and seduction in tight leather and silk, fury and raw sex pouring off her in waves, astonishing, breath-stealing pain burning off the cloudy haze of sleep...diamond eyes, glazed with confusion following the path of your penetrating, accusatory stare down to my lap...fuck...busted...fully, massively erect, my arousal lying right up my tight abs, gloved hand curled tight around the heavy shaft...Fuckfuckfuck!! Snatching at the black silk to cover the evidence...too disorientated to comprehend that it's way too late to front, swallowing hard, clearing the gravel from my throat, diamond gaze slowly lifting to yours as though you controlled my eyes, jaw hitting the fucking floor, taking you in from lithe stockinged legs, midnight waves curling at your bare ass, lush curves encased in tight leather, the whip swinging in your grip, right up to the seething sexual light blazing in your emerald eyes} Tory....
*my name...you used my name...I fight the urge to close my eyes and savour that connection, in such a sexually charged environment, you used my name...and I am no longer hard fury...I am liquid desire, anger sparking the atmosphere around me...softer, but no less dangerous for the fact that I am insanely aroused. Strange, such conflicting emotions, I want to make you suffer, hurt as I hurt...betrayal sharp in the second strike, tearing silk from your skin with a slash of the whip, leather hitting the reddened flesh of your thighs, dark satisfaction in the way you jolt, in the way your gaze darts from my head to my toes, jaw dropped, your body bared to the thunder of my tumultuous emotions, a demand in the black hide-encased lines of my tense form...my words are low, rough, forcibly detached...how could you not come to me?* Did I tell you to stop, warrior? Or is my presence less stimulating than a dream? Stroke, warrior...I want to watch...*I want to see...I want to see if your desire fades under my gaze...if your dream female will hide in the face of my wrath, I command your obedience even as my hand trembles around the wooden shaft of the whip, caressed like a lover and striking out again, a single lash flaying the skin of your hip, my control on the edge...I'm going to break...I love you and I need to know..*

{fuck...Okay...Tory has my full, undivided bonded-male attention, even before my eyes dart to the sudden flick of your wrist, the droning whine of the whip cutting a swath through the electrified atmosphere, my jaw snapped shut on a loud hiss, thigh muscles jerking as the tip cracks over my inked skin, a hairs breath from the mess of scar tissue at my groin, the silk sheet whipped away, fangs punching down, lethal twin daggers...heckles raised at your barked command, but my  cock jerks to attention, the lash of pain striking a match in the deep, dark cave of my twisted desires} You want me to give you a show? {the words are edged with anger, when inside your words flay my soul raw...dream female? Fuck...no dream could touch the feral eroticism of this moment...circling one another for so long, weapons drawn, stepping on the shattered glass of our relationship...and here you stand, drawing first blood, lashing out with same fury and frustration and sexual heat that is boiling up inside of me...lids lowering as I look at you...really look at you, lust rolling off my tense body in dark, erotic waves, the sheet tugged lower down my thighs, exposing myself fully, my words a husky command} look at me Tory...no...not my eyes...Look at what you do to your male... watch how you make me feel {the tattoos in my groin stretching as my thigh shifts, tongue licking a slow, wet draw up the centre of my gloved palm, closing the slick hide around the rock-hard achingly aroused shaft, the touch of leather on sensitive skin searing, my breath catching as I slowly stroke fine skin over the iron core, my eyes locked on you, watching you, growling huskily} you like what you see, shellan mine?

*no...I will not be appeased...I will not...but the moan is already bubbling in my throat, snatched back by sheer force of will, jaw locked, concealing wicked long fangs, biting out, fingers holding a death grip on the whips handle* Fuck...*your question, the dark anger crawling through your arousal mirroring mine, refracting the fury writhing a tempest in my soul off crystal desire...Fuck I want you, but you have to be absolutely sure you want me...I have to be sure...a threat escaping on a growl, no words as your command strikes at my longing, your body completely exposed, warnings bold, stark at your groin, and every word has been licked, touched, tasted...when I was allowed so close, when you didnt turn to your own hand...and you hold me, captivated, unable to look away from the fingers wrapping black leather around the thick shaft of your cock, stroking up the steel silk length, working yourself into the tight fist that evokes my jealousy and steals my breath, heart hammering, thighs slick, anger warring with lust, love battling with insecurity, a constant fight between oppositions that tear my body into a mess of chaotic arousal, rioting emotions confusing the flush of my skin with a furious need...what am I? Are my reactions borne of this emotion or that one? The only thing I am certain of in the electrical storm running bolts through my veins, is that I can see only you, hear only you. My name on your lips, the title that deems us mated...your shellan...well fucking prove it! My body answers any and all questions you pose, blooming the sultry scent of my hunger, glistening with the molten love that burns for you...and my hand flicks back, a subtle motion, cracking the bite of leather into your hip, a kiss from my lips would hurt more at this time, approval laced into the pain, my body aching to ease you, rooted to the spot by misgivings* What is the name of your shellan?

{hips jacking up off the black silk, the stinging kiss of leather only fuelling the flames of lust that lick over my scorched skin, diamond eyes narrowed, fanged bared in defiance, gritting out the words} Tory... my shellan's name is Tohrture... mate, soul, fucking Mistress... I will have no other, true {dropping back into the black pillows, abs contracting, hips rolling, powerful forearm flexing and releasing as I work the thick girth of my erection through my gloved fist in long, lazy strokes, the blunt head offering up a single crystal tear as I focus friction at its base, breath quickening... Darkly hooded eyes on you, always on you, free hand releasing its grip on the black silk to stroke the scarred skin of my sac, my voice a rough, lusty rasp} you want to be doing this to me, don't you Tory? {sucking in a ragged breath} I can smell the arousal coming off you right now {eyes flaring ice diamond, pumping fist never missing a stroke, growling low} I could take you down on the floor right here, Tory, pinned under me, I could be deep inside you in a single beat of that fluttering heart in your chest.. and you wouldn't fight me, would you, shellan mine? {lips moistened by a flick of my tongue} Do you want to watch me come, Tory? Keep this up much longer and you're going to find out exactly how badly I am fucking dying to come inside of you again. Don't fucking deny you want it too. We need this, Tory...

*the moans that spill out are pure animal...emerald fire torn between falling into your gaze and tracking the rhythmic strokes working your cock, every word growled from your lips knifing through my core, lances of vicious desire tainted with the dark intensity of our need for one another, feeding off the sexual energy that warps reality until life's a blur and the world falls away to black, midnight, lit with diamonds..my resistance snaps...no one can contain a storm for long and it breaks free, a lightning strike jolting my core, ripping away any boundaries I built up, setting fences on fire, the hurricane of my need tumbling walls I didnt even know had risen...and when I touch you, a thunderstorm of passion is roaring in every cell, a smirk curling my lip in something too dangerous to be mistaken for a smile...so dominant, my male is...so fierce, pushing me, breaking me, stripping me to the foundations by blatantly thrusting my own lust into the arena of our sexual battle...No fucking way in hell will you take your pleasure from anywhere but inside me...one smooth, flawless move and the silken liquid sheath of my core replaces your hand, a rapid reach and expert fastenings leaving your wrists manacled, chained to the headboard, my thighs caging your hips, seated to the hilt before either of us can draw another breath...my body aflame, going down in the inferno of my hunger...fuck...you're inside me...you're inside me and as the thick shaft of your erection caresses my inner walls, filling me to near painful capacity, I can breathe again, my heart can beat steady, the world can realign and those strands that have been stretched so taut, have marked the distance between us, can entwine once again in the tangle of our souls...the tears that blur my vision are crystal, blinked back, leaving emerald free to fall into diamond pools as my body winds down an erotic dance of sensuous, rough desire, slick, yielding velvet gripping the iron of your shaft possessively with each undulating slam, dictating the pace, my fingers curling into your chest, raising bloody gouges, my passion a snarling purr in my throat* Vishous... 

Fuck YES!!! {snarling raw, animal satisfaction as you yield and launch yourself on me, a frenzied feline assault of lithe limbs and whipping, ebony hair, instinct driving me to yank at the manacles that pin my arms, body flailing beneath you, struggling, denied touch.. but Ahh fuck!! My mouth breaking open on a low groan, your slick, swollen folds parting over the exquisitely sensitive head of my cock, impaling yourself on the thick girth of me, vicing my shaft in the molten silk fist of your core..the contact jolts shocks of sexual current through my body, hips bucking up off the sheets to drive every last inch through your clenched resistance, kissing your depths on growled moans...the gathering storm of release clouding my diamond eyes...sweet fuck, but you are pure animal sex, no inhibitions, no awkwardness, undulating, inked skin winding down my iron length...this is my Tory, my fierce warrior female, my soulmate, my shellan, taking what is hers with rough authority...so fucking erotic, clinging by my fingernails to my sanity, orgasmic tension wound tight, the pressure unbearable agony, the clawed score of your nails in my skin catapulting me over the edge} Fuck!! MINE!! Tory MINE!!

*a symphony of whimpered growls and snarled purrs singing the melody our bodies grind to, writhing down in brutal counter-thrusts as your hips kick up, punching you into the heart of me, pounding you over the sweet spot inside me that radiates the orgasmic tremors throughout the rippling spasms in my core, primal, feral ecstasy crashing into me with every lithe, sinuous rotation of my hips, nerves humming with my need, resonating on the grinding penetrations burying you ever deeper, the primitive choreography of our souls driving the pace, amping up the high voltage current lighting us up like the fucking sun, a circuit of pure, undiluted, uninhibited, wanton desires binding us close, your soul in the bright diamond of your eyes, unwilling to look away even as my head snaps back, my hair a silken whip flaying your thighs and my ass, everything raw, tender, my emotions glistening on my skin, wild as I take you...fucking MINE! Your warriors roar echoes my scream of possession, your name torn from my lips as the chaos of our love and near fucking psychotic hunger seizes me in the tempest of carnal release, my climax a shattering, atom-splitting detonation that jerks us into mirror images, spines arched, taut as ecstasy assaults us and my nails rake viciously through your skin, colouring you with my brand* Fuckfuck!! Yours, Vishous...all fucking yours...

{your name roared from my lungs, craving you for so very fucking long, starved of your touch, the ravenous animal unleashed, out of control on sensory overload, hips kicking up wildly between your thighs, as though I could punch myself any damn deeper, stretching the depths of your shuddering desire, the scoring drag of your nails down my pecs felt in the pulsing of my cock, deep inside your rhythmically contracting walls that vice me tighter with every quivering wave of release and fuck.. I am derailed by the sensations, the pain, the agonising pleasure, the current of emotion flowing between our connected bodies, love and lust a raging fever in my blood, consumed, my spine bowed up, the manacles on my wrists tearing into my flesh, fangs drawing blood from my lower lip as I erupt, a blinding explosion of pent-up frustration and need, jolting hot bursts of exquisite ecstasy right to the heart of you, branding you inside, snarling your name, a bloom of exotic, possessive spices on my sweat glistening skin, head falling back on a ragged pant} fuck, I missed you Tory...I fucking love you, my twisted, crafty, sex on the edge, warrior shellan... so damn good to be home, true..

*half laughing, half crying, tears salting your skin as I collapse, my fingers working to free you from the chains so I can feel your touch, so your fingers can soothe the tremors in my body, can just fucking hold me, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat, the tears involuntary, crystal happiness and release falling into the hollow of your shoulder, aftershocks ridden out in slow rolling twists of my hips, bursts of ecstasy live wires under my skin, keeping my arousal at the edge, a single touch could send me flying right now, free falling into the oblivion of soul-soaring euphoria once more* I was right here, Vishous....always here...I missed you, I love you, my infuriating hellren, my master, my lheage...my fucking everything...we're home...*sighing in contentment as need unfurls, languid, closing the DM door over so we can...rest....*

 

I Miss You

{closing myself into the walk-in closet, rack upon rack of neatly ordered black on black, running my hands through the leathers and muscle tees, the air in the confined space sultry with the scents of masculinity and dark, spiced possession, yet finding it strangely easier to breathe in here. Since the births, Tory has worn my oversized shirts, like this one flowing through my gloved hand now, the ones that skim her thighs at just the height to draw a male's gaze higher still and leave him wetting dry lips and aching fangs, following the shadowy patterns of my ink up her inner thighs with the promise of stolen, erotic glimpses.


She is utterly oblivious to the torture the most simple actions inflict on my traitorous body. 
The sweep of dark waves over one shoulder, exposing the slender, pulsing column of her throat, the flash of emerald fire in those beautiful, seductive eyes, the feline arch of her spine when she bends to lift Khaos or Xsykhe from the crib... swallowing back a groan..and fuck, as though taunting me, those curves just snapped right back into shape,  starved, diamond gaze watching the steady physical transformation as my old Tory re-emerges, but with a little extra nuance of tantalising femininity in the subconscious sway of her hips that is my fucking undoing. 


What cruel fucking fates conspired to make her even more desirable... how was that even fucking possible? And the agony and the irony is that I can't bring myself to fucking touch her. Early attempts at intimacy sabotaged by the crying demands of the twins, the well-intentioned interruptions of the Chosen, who have zero concept of privacy, true.. and most of all the bone-deep exhaustion of new parenthood that leaves Tory unconscious in my arms before the shutters even come down.... exhaling into the quiet of the closet's confines.. so I hold her, I feed her when she hungers, do what I can with the young.... but she never asks for more... she stopped asking.. I stopped demanding... Impasse, stalemate, deadlock...call it what you will, it's fucking killing me. 


Gloved hand clenched into a fist, teeth ground hard, tamping down the icy dread that she no longer desires me... males of my kind are bonded for life... females, not the same fucking biological deal, true...flayed raw with hunger, a snarling beast, pacing the bars of a cage of my own fucking making, because what kind of bastard would I be if I forced myself on her, true?.. but God, just the scent of her makes my breath quicken and my body heat....pausing.. head cocked curiously as my hands close around the black corset tucked discreetly away at the end of the rail.. gloved fingers stroking the glinting steel blades sheathed into the straps.. lids closing over haunted diamond eyes, the fabric fisted and crushed to my face, inhaling deep, drawing that scent down into my lungs...she is all over this fucking garment, steeped into every fibre and my cock hardens to a straining demand in the tight bondage of my leathers.... lethal blades and supple black hide and the scent of my female.. a potent, drugging cocktail that strikes a match to the volatile lust coursing through my already fevered blood. 


Forehead dropping to the wall, gloved hand running down my abs on instinct to cup the aching bulge of my erection, hips grinding the hard ridge into my palm, fangs punching down on a growl, Tory's scent flooding my senses, punishing myself like the sado-fucking-masochist I am, whispering hoarsely into the empty space} fuck Tory, I miss you.. you're right here but I miss you like fuck, true... 

Meeting A Secret

*Someone is going to die if I find what I think I'm going to find in the beautiful, dark, kinky Penthouse suite we made our home in, and it isnt going to be pretty. No clean cuts, no protecting the females I fought for, they submit to my male, they touch him, feel the hunger I know is winding him up to something more than feral...they'll die...if he uses them, instead of me...they'll die. Fuck...I'm even dressed for the occasion, all assassin in leather, sleek hide molded to now pretty much taut curves, corset buckled around the holsters of my daggers, delineating every inch of my body in the exquisite mold of a predator...Might as well be pretty for my victims, since I never get the chance to wear it anymore...spit-up and leather dont mesh well...this 'run to the store' may take longer than anticipated if he really is keeping females in the Penthouse...or even if he isnt, isolating the scents and tracking the females down could take a while. 


The young left in the capable hands of their father, asleep, fed, a shitload of diapers and milk on hand if I'm not back, I'm thinking I wont be missed as I materialise on the balcony of our home...God I missed this place. Black silk sheets over a giant bed, the rack, the wall of toys, the splotch of purple paint covering a good portion of black wall...our scent, his bond, on every surface...if it smells of anyone else...Growling as I push the thought from my mind and take the step towards the doors...eyes widening on a shimmer of tears. For the Penthouse is not empty, there are...inhaling deep, senses flared out...five of my own kind in there...males. My heart stutters, hammering so loud against my ribs I am sure it can be heard through the sliding glass door. So...I guess it isnt considered cheating if it is with the same sex..no betrayal if it isnt with a female...is that it? Have I neglected him so much that a mere one wont satisfy, he has to work them out in multiples? A quiet snarl, all predator, all silent grace and lithe lines of violence, the air freezing as it touches me, chilled by my rage, the glass doors parting, not daring to deny the flex of my will, bidding me enter the cool suite...and ultimately flattening up against the hard wall of a male chest, a soft 'oomph' leaving my lips as I back-peddle, canines elongating in a warning hiss, exposing bright pearly daggers* Who the fuck are you?!! 


*Falling easily into a battle stance, the lethal silver of my blades glint the beams of moonlight to refract off a face paler than my own, not even porcelain, a shade lighter than anything I've seen, translucent in the glimmer of mercury kissing my palms, hilts flat to my wrist...apparently my daggers are just as eager to slice something tonight. With his hair slicked back, a platinum blond rarely found anywhere but a dye bottle, eyes a blood red, flashing amusement and annoyance down at me, the male looks like some sort of mutated Brother lesser...a threat, maybe, trying to intimidate me with the loom and silence. Eyes rolling on a derisive snort. Only ever serves to piss me off...or in V's case, turn me on...to act as though you can possess me. And this male is, his eyes narrowed to shrewd slits, gaze appraising my every leather encased curve, alighting with a quickly hidden flash of interest on the twin blades kissing my skin...I'm not naive. The countless females I have found who bowed to the wrong Master...and he is nothing if not a Master, good or bad. The arrogance, the slight camp air to his demeanor, the self-assuredness that comes with knowing he can get most anyone on their knees...and make them like it. It raises hackles that haven't been raised in a while and as I wait with the ever growing urge to kill him, a voice from inside cuts into a silence rife with promises of pain* <<Master, should we stop?>> *the response is quick* <<No, Markhas. Just a female with the most beautiful emerald hell-fire in her eyes. I believe I can handle her. Continue. This is a special request. Do not fuck it up!>> *there must have been an answer of some kind but it is lost to the white noise clouding my thoughts with insidious murmurings, Caith's voice the incessant niggling trying to convince my soul of something it refuses to acknowledge* 


<<Let me guess...*my eyes track with feline slits of green, the circling of this male, his voice deep, crimson eyes scanning the length of my body* You must be Tory. No wonder his scent flares so strong and he retired...when one has such as you surrendering to him, any male would give up his fancies for one try at bringing you to hand>> *a compliment? Maybe...but the snarl that rips from my throat is anything but submissive. I like to think I'm logical...but if V is keeping these males for, whatever...I dont trust my voice, it feels too raw, too on the edge, too desperate and as the words spill, his expression changes...from interest to sympathy* I am his...In the world you know, he is my Master, my lheage...to me, he is that and more...he is my soul, my world, my hellren and I need to know...*God, it feels like everywhere I turn people are forcing me to let my soul speak. To let out the things that were ours alone...to prove my love for V, to fight for him...as though I should have to. Fuck it. Vishous is MINE! Shaking his head, the male answers before my question can be spoken and my soul can die, his tone softening, calming the beast in me with a deep, accented rumble* <<Dear, dear, female...such violent possession...*his head cocked, eyes meeting mine, debating what to tell me* you dont like secrets do you? I am sworn to the most solemn of oaths...and I have no desire to meet the consequences if I break from that vow. He is not doing what you have been led to believe he is doing. Trust someone who has no reason to lie to you. Trust in your hellren...go back to your young, and stop brandishing those pretty blades at someone turned on by pain>> 


*well that shuts me down and my hand knocks from its threatening position, point of the dagger once pressing a glare of anger to his stomach, sheathed to my hips. Refreshing to find someone who isnt spewing bullshit that in all my post-natal insecurity, sounded plausible...even if everything else screamed it a falsehood. Damnit this strange male with his lesser looks makes sense...and I hate him for popping the bubble of my anger and uncertainty with the pin of his resolute belief. Absently peering around the bulk of his body to the bustle and clang shimmering out through the parting in the doors, my murmur low*  I trust only V ...*But instead of screaming and raging, of killing, torturing...I allow him to shoo me from the doors with a flourish of hand and leather crop, the glass silently sliding shut behind him as he returns to the black of the suite, leaving me to stare out over the twinkling night of the Caldwell skyline...my mind a little more at rest, my curiosity replacing the homicidal urges to kill anyone that may have been willing to answer V if he called for someone to sate him. Scrubbing a hand down my face, hair pushed from my eyes, the thick waves whipping my ass with a sweep of air rushing the corner as I demat to my soul and the squirming bundles of miracles that no doubt are cuddled with their father on the white linen expanse of our temporary bed*

Business

{lying to Tory came with a big side of gut-curling self-hatred.. cut right against the grain, true, but fuck it, I won't force this on her until she is literally begging for it. If she knew what I had planned here in the Penthouse, well... last thing I want is Tory feeling she's not giving me what I need. Doing this now was an insurance policy for our future. I only hoped to fuck she would see it the same way. It was a calculated risk. So I lied to her, fronted with some bullshit about Wrath hauling my ass back to Caldwell on Brotherhood biz, when in reality I'm holed up in the Penthouse waiting for a rendezvous with my past. And the cocksucker is late.. Archos, aka the Master, a title hard-earned, notoriously difficult to track down, known for his perfectionism and his discretion, both highly prized on the scene. Long damn time since I'd called on his services, true but fuck I wanted the male. Only the best was acceptable and he is the fucking best. End of. Pacing the Penthouse floor, sucking on a hand-rolled, awaiting his arrival... and when it comes, it is true to form.. fashionably late and melo- fucking-dramatic.


 Materialising on the balcony, larger than life, casting long shadows in a floor-dusting leather trench and black mirrored wraparounds, white blonde hair slicked back, skin translucent pale, a riding crop in one hand. The highly affected, Old Country inflection in his baritone voice, dripping thick as molasses <<Vishous>> the sibilant pronunciation slithers down my spine <<You look...different, old friend.. are the rumours really true? Has the infamous Lheage finally been leashed?>> {Growling a flash of lethal ivory canines} You're late, Archie {watching as he slowly slides the shades up to reveal glowing crimson eyes, the corners creased with humour, but incredibly shrewd.. albinos amongst our kind were exceptionally rare, most were killed at birth on account of an ancient lore that claimed they were the evil spawn of the Omega. Those that survived were outcasts...disowned by family and Glymera alike.. not even the whores would feed the poor bastards.. So, yeah, this male and I had common ground. Our paths had crossed in the shady underworld my own exile had dragged me down into. But for the genetic defect, Archos would have been Brotherhood material, as it was, he took his considerable skills  underground, this tough son of a bitch had taught me more about survival than I'd ever learned under the Bloodletter's regimen had even introduced me to the lifestyle... though his preference ran almost exclusively to males. 


Those who misread the camp demeanour as weakness didn't live to regret their mistake. I respected the fucker <<mating hasn't improved your social skills, V>> the male's nostrils flaring on a deep inhale <<but, damn, that scent you're throwing off...simply fucking divine... I could bottle and sell you on the black market>> a low growl rolling out into the already tense atmosphere} I'm not on the fucking menu Archos <<no? Then why exactly am I here, Vishous? Caldwell is a dangerous place for me.. I haven't forgotten the welcoming committee your Glymera buddies sent out for me last time I showed up>> {the corners of my mouth lifting up in a fanged grin and by the twitch of Archie's lips I can tell he's remembering the good times too} I saved your sorry ass from that crazy lynch mob, Archie..you owe me, and I'm calling in the favor, true {his eyes flip up to meet mine} <<true, Vishous, I owe you my life. I am at your service warrior. I take it, as it's not the carnal pleasures of my body you desire, that it is my skills in the dungeon department you seek?>> {nodding curtly by way of an affirmative} True, the current arrangements are... unsuited to our needs..


 {dismissing me with a flourish of the riding crop to push through into the Penthouse, a satisfied smile spreading over his face as he takes in the decor...sighing dramatically <<Fuck, yes..one of my finest works... >> watching amused as his face dissolves into a scowl, the horse whip thrust accusingly towards the centre of my chest <<but the purple paint? Vishous, what the fuck?>> barking a laugh as I recall the day Tory decided to 'redecorate'} long fucking story, Archie true... <<well pour us some of that evil paint stripper you call vodka and let's get down to business, shall we, warrior>> {rolling my eyes at the exaggerated wink, gloved hand reaching for the shot glasses and the bottle of Goose, shitkicker pushing a barstool in Archie's direction by way of invitation to sit} good deal, old friend, good fucking deal. I'm giving you carte blanche on the re-design, but the rack stays, true.. and high-grade soundproofing is a non-negotiable...mirrors, suspension chains, state of the art sound system.. use your imagination... go fucking wild...money no object, feel me? But my shellan hears nothing about this, true..Oh and {a wicked grin pulling at my lips} you're taking on the nursery while you're at it...no fucking pink, or even I won't be able to save your ass from Tory's wrath {the male's expression as he spits Goose all over the bar is fucking priceless, of all the weird shit he's been asked to design over the centuries...the SOB looks like he's going into shock...clapping a gloved hand hard down on Archos' shoulder as I will the door to close on our planning} I know you'll do me fucking proud, my man...

When Doubt Calls

*chin propped on my hand, curled on my side on the thick rug in the centre of Rehv's living space as the twins wriggle their way across the luxurious fabric, two tiny bundles squirming away from the kisses blown on their little round stomachs, the tickle of my fingers on the bottoms of those miniature feet, growling playfully to incite the giggles that make my soul smile and my body relax. Pushing the heavy fall of my midnight curls over my shoulder, my lips drop a kiss to Xsykhe's tiny nose, smoothing the shock of black hair on her head, one hand walking fingers through the dense material of the rug to gently tackle Khaos' worming flail of limbs in an assault of delight* you guys cant get enough, can you, my little warriors? *the cooing tone of my voice cut off as a frown furrows my brow, the vibrating cell pulled from my pocket, number unfamiliar, pressed to my ear, a single growled word down the line the only greeting I'll give* What?! *at first nothing, the sound of music in the background, a heavy bass that twigs my brain and puts the song on the tip of my tongue...then a voice...a voice I know, from somewhere...did I punch this female? The drawl a seductive, catty pitch..with a hint of neediness and insecurity...speaking seven words that knock my heart into my throat, pull my soul down from its soar and still the hand placating my now fussing young* <<Knew you couldn't satisfy him for long...>> *Choking on the snarl that rises, bolting upright from my lounging* Who the fuck is this?!!! *then realisation...the same bitchy intonation the first time, spoken over Jessie J's 'Do It Like A Brother', only that time it had been 'You know you wont be able to satisfy him...'. A female, my own kind, whoring after Brothers like it was the end of the fucking world, slamming down the shot of Absinthe to the table and stalking off in the direction V had gone...probably to offer to ice where I'd hit him...what seemed so very long ago. Unleashing the building snarl on a distorted word* Caith..*all I need right now, for some nympho female trailing after my male, hovering, like some vulture waiting to feed off the sexual tension and unmet needs, to offer herself as his sub...but wait..what the fuck is she talking about? Her laugh answers my unspoken question* <<Your male is wandering, Tohrture. You're not female enough for him, I presume, or he got tired of whatever vanilla fuck you can give him now you have your young. If you are fucking him at all. Apparently your little friend Laehsandra is more what V needs..the hard-core fuck that makes a female bleed, scream, and crave more. Fuck knows the freak female can take it. He came in here trolling for her. Specifically asked for her. And then got up close and personal with her, hot, heavy whispers that made her eyes wide and her cheeks blush. *a low laugh of husky cutting pleasure* and when he had his hand on my wrist..if he hadnt found her, I have no doubt I'd be pinned to a wall by now>> *and there it is...what I hadnt dared contemplate, that the reason he isnt touching me, that we got no further than kisses that blew my mind...he has another to see to that base need. The Dom in him not easily discarded in light of our new living situation, V apparently cant come to me to sate the urges. Teeth grinding, anger evaporating any tears, the temperature dropping until the young murmur their discomfort and I force the chill aside, replacing it with the white hot of my rage* Listen here, you little bitch. *mind screaming as my soul writhes in a confused mess of agony, so sensitive, so unsure of how he feels towards me now, and dead set furious at myself for letting this jealous gnat of a female make me think that he would betray me. My soul convinced it's a lie, my heart hurting, he is male he has needs I am not meeting...hissing out with feigned sincerity* I'm so sorry that the object of your..addiction..found you unworthy, but can you blame him? Who would take a female who has willingly sought out the attentions of not one, but all of his Brothers?  Whose legs pop open at the mere smell of leather, but is really too much of a coward to be able to take the full force of his hunger? Who aspires to be a sub as well renowned and well respected, and well served as Laea, but does not have the discipline nor the understanding of what it means to not only receive pleasure, but to give...you, female...are a sexual parasite, hopping on the back of people's needs and latching on where you arent wanted. He is MY fucking drug, the cravings for V's presence, his touch, his kiss, are soothed, eased, sated, my addiction is him and I am his. There is no way some two-bit whore like you is ever going to be the methadone to that addiction. I am in his skin, in his soul and if you touch him again, you'll have to learn to wait tables with no fucking hands and no fucking head! *disconnecting the call, the twin cries start up as my voice raises, taut with fury, at her, at my inability to cater to my male, at the doubt that is creeping in...God, when V gets home he better touch me... Of course she's lying...it cant be true, not after everything we've been through. But...to slay all uncertainty...I guess I'll be taking a trip back to our Penthouse.*

Dark Favours

{Head and shoulders above the masses as I wind my way towards the back recesses of the Reverend's club, the place is heaving tonight, the air heavy with the scents of sweat and alcohol and sex, the thoughts and desires of the clientelle coalescing into a cacophony of white noise that reverberates inside my skull, like wading through a swaying ocean of bodies, the crowd undulating in waves around me to the heavy, hypnotic bass beat of the music. The proximity of all that humanity makes my skin crawl beneath my leathers. The air of menace rolling off me gives most the hint to give the mean MOFO a wide berth and the drunk, boundary-less asshole who splashes beer on my shitkickers stumbles away after briefly locking defocused eyes on my face. Whatever he saw there, the growled 'fuck off' was redundant. Lifting my gaze above the crowd, making eye contact with the androgynous head of security who gives me an odd look as if to say 'what the fuck is your mated ass doing in here', diamond eyes narrowed on an unspoken 'none of your goddamned biz, true'. The female, Xhex, is a true pro, seeing nothing she hasn't witnessed in here a thousand times before. She looks away, but the accusation in those cold grey eyes leaves a bad fucking taste in my mouth. 


The broad expanse of my shoulders coming to rest against the wall, goateed jaw cast in shadow, raising the Goose to my lips while I scan the crowd, looking for what I need. What I get is Caith...long black hair...the resemblance to Tory ending there...but then, no female compares to Tory, true. Caith, one of our kind...a female with a rep as a Brother chaser, sashaying up into my grille, purring <<Hey V>> in that low sexy voice, her eyes drifting over me, predatory and hot} Evening Caith {nodding, taking another sip of Grey Goose} You seen Laehsandra in tonight? {her full bottom lip jutting out in a seductive pout <<wouldn't you prefer to hang out with me, V?>> the hand that reaches out to touch my jaw caught hard by the wrist and jerked away, eyes narrowed to diamond slits, the words a growled warning} Not. Interested. Female {composure slipping, her indignant stare is less than flattering, but she pulls it back together with a flick of that long, black hair, shoulders thrown back, dark eyes gleaming defiantly as I release my grip on her wrist <<I like when it hurts, V. You hunger warrior, a female can tell. Why deny yourself?>> tossing back the Goose, it occurs to me that my body is totally inert, this female's attributes hold no interest for me whatsofuckingever, the muscles across my shoulders tightening under the skin where Tory's name is carved} No offence, Caith, but you're not what I came here for {with an exaggerated shrug, she turns on one impossibly high stiletto, the retort thrown over her shoulder <<you should try me sometime, V>> but my attention is already diverted, zeroing in on the flame-haired female standing with her back to me, the lacings of her leather corset crisscrossed down the curve of her spine, cinching an already impossibly narrow waist.} 


Laehsandra {Tapping one gloved finger on her shoulder, she spins on a gasp, surprise morphing into a wide smile, flashing small, white fangs, her voice breathy <<Vishous...>>  her smooth brow creasing in confusion <<I understood you were...>> her voice trails off, the words...mated, bonded, hellren with young all remain unspoken, but they wound nonetheless, shaking my head as I lean in to speak quietly in the female's ear} I need something from you, Laehsandra and before you say no, remember, you owe me, true. I know you gave Tory the address of the Penthouse {she stiffens visibly and I feel a stab of guilt. It was a low blow, I'd wanted Tory to find me that night, fuck, I should be thanking the female, not threatening her, but the intel I need is a close kept secret on the BDSM scene, so I need the leverage} I need a session with Archos {her brow arches <<The Master? But, don't you have his contact details? I thought...>> cutting off the conversation with a short laugh} Yeah, I did, but they got...destroyed.. long story, true. Besides, I know you have influence with him and it needs to happen soon, feel me? {a female of worth and an accomplished sub, she knows better than to enquire further} Of course, my Lhe...I mean, Vishous {the blush across her cheeks visible despite the low lighting, her tone contrite} Old habits...anything for you my...friend...your shellan is very special...she is good for you, V and she is lucky to have you {her soft smile is genuine and I exhale returning her smile, inclining my head} Tory is everything to me. My thanks, Laehsandra. Appreciated, true. I am in your debt...

Craving

{Materialising onto the Penthouse balcony to the backdrop of the pulsing Caldwell city lights, the night so much warmer here than up in the Adirondacks where I left Tory with the twins. The cold breath exhaled from my lungs condensing into a plume of vapor. Hot air meeting cold... goddamn, like that's not a recipe for a fucking tornado, true...and fuck, but something inside of me is all stirred up, a fire in the blood, born of frustration and unexpended sexual energy, heightened by the sultry, electrically charged, summer atmosphere, the frisson of returning here to the Penthouse, where it all began... raking a hand through my hair, shame knotting a tight coil my gut, loathe to acknowledge that it actually feels good to break free from the endless feed-change-sleep-repeat routine with the young and the constant chafe of feeling like a piece of shit SOB for making demands on Tory that, despite a stoic front, she is clearly too bone tired and caught up with the twins to meet. No amount of punishing my body in the gym or gutting lessers taking the edge off this major case of the goddamn frustrates. Wound so damn tight, last time I stood behind her something snapped. Fuck I'd been ready to just slam her up against the wall, cheek to cold plaster and fuck her senseless, right there, willing or not, with the young crying for attention in the next room. Scrubbing a gloved hand down my face. Thank fuck Tory didn't see the expression in my eyes... feral, animal, out of control. And so I wind up here, alone, full circle, needing to do... something... to release the pressure. Diamond gaze dropping to the steel toes of my shitkickers, planted right on the scorched mark where she ashed my little black book...shit... Lids closing as I palm the flat of a gloved hand over the nape of my neck... very fucking inconvenient, true, this was going to create...complications. The services I require... specialist, underground shit, true, not the kind of contacts you keep on your speed dial friends list...lifting my head, diamond eyes narrowed as my feet take me to the glass sliders and into the Penthouse}


{Willing the glass sliders to part, black candles flaring to life, casting pools of light around the huge black cathedral of an open plan room, studiously avoiding the mess of black silk on Tory's and my mated bed, where her scent lingers still, shitkickers eating up the distance to the statement piece of furniture that dominates the room. The rack, with its coordinated backdrop wall of toys. Sucking in a breath. Fuck. Nothing says home sweet home like a hard-core BDSM set up and the scent of old candle wax, true. Letting my hands run over the wooden surface, familiar as an old friend, the rough edges polished smooth with the patina of blood and wax and sex...not unlike myself, I guess you could say, but fuck I had some rough edges right about now. Trailing my fingers over the wall of whips and floggers, the flails running through my fingers, chains and clamps, leather masks, barbed and studded, calculated to elicit just the right amount of pain and fear, a master at knowing just how much they needed. That was the reason they came to me. So many memories here....but only one replays in my brain, over and over...Tory, gripping the wooden sides of the rack while I carved my name in her skin, and after, the cheeks of her ass mashed into the hard wood, my fangs buried deep in her throat as I pounded my release inside of her. Not fucking helping, V. Slowly pushing boundaries with Tory, opening the release valve on the demons of her past, exploring the knife edges of control and trust.. I could see the direction our relationship would have taken. She, the perfect foil to my needs, me the key to freedom from a toxic past. But that was before she carried our young, true and somehow shit got derailed. Centuries of control, release on demand, a gourmet, à la carte menu of depravity just a call away. There was no internal switch you could just flick to turn that shit off... reaching out my gloved hand to take hold of one of the leather binds ... yeah, derailed.. not like Tory and I would be getting our freak on here, with the young looking on, a peanut gallery of cute, gurgling innocence. Happy fucking families. Not. Story of my life. Who was I kidding, we couldn't even pull off the straight vanilla shit right now. So something has gotta give and there is nothing..nothing.. I won't do to get my future with Tory back on track, even if it means trolling Zerosum to get what I need to get this shit back under control.....}