Surrender To A Kiss

*I know not what wakes me....mayhap the thud of another heartbeat so close to my own, or the dull aching florets of pain on my skin that can only signify the onset of bruises....I have no doubt there will be bruises. I am eternally marked as his....his fangs had tasted every pulse in my body, not one inch of me left unattended, his tongue, his fingers, his....everything had been inside me, his blood raced with mine through veins raw from his hunger, muscles protested the soft stretch that searches the length of my body for the heat of his, caressing the sprawled mass of warrior a hairsbreadth from the splay of my ecstasy sated curves....he had seen every inch of me, had sculpted me to new heights with the carving bliss of his tongue, a devastating attack of slick velvet on intimate silken flesh, stroking away my embarrassment and shuddering me over and over into the molten cascade of ecstasy I would forever feel at any memory of his mouth. Wicked male. Torturing, tormenting master of my body....my fingers seek gently, careful to not disturb the hold dreams have over the Primale,  his breathing soft, the darkness amplifying every sound to a tremble in my core....I would not wake him, but I would see with my mouth what my eyes deny me, a passionate urge arisen from sleep and whispering the room into a feather touch of soft I love you's....* I love you...I love you...I love you...*laced into the path of silken lips and grazing fangs, the words travel kisses over your flesh, woven into the tender caresses that taste and wander, exploring the broad muscled expanse of your chest and shoulders with tentative touches and soft possessive sucking bites, teeth finding gentle holds to mar your skin to red nips of passion...just teasing, marking, driven by dream needs to place my brand on your body, and swallow your scent to feed my soul eternally*

{I am floating…hovering somewhere between a darkly erotic dream state and reality, submerged just beneath the surface, lured upward by your sensual assault to a sudden jolting awareness.. Ahhhhh sweet fuck....my neck arches on instinct, head falling back into pillowed silk, warrior hands fisting the white satin expanse on which I am laid out, a male sacrifice, a powerhouse of tense, honed, sinewed muscle flexing up into the fanged worship of your mouth, deliciously wet tongue stroking tingles of pleasure from my skin, the reticence of your nipping bites a sweet, erotic torture, my mind is drugged, drunk on your scent, the quiet voice inside of me saying I should stop you...too intimate...this is too exposed, even to your unseeing gaze, but the voice is quashed by the intoxicating pleasure of your mouth on my skin, body hardened to a state of full arousal, only the death grip of fisted silk restraining me from taking you like an animal as I have these past days and nights, over and over, in every imaginable way and some ways beyond lesser imaginations} Fuck. Chosen...

mmm....*no muscle left untasted, the dips and hollows of your abs rippling under the flat velvet of my tongue, lining you in wet painted heat...and your body flexes, low growls peppered over your skin as I skip to taste the rolling muscle that bunches and surges to my kiss, a slow, leisurely devouring mapping of golden skin, fangs and tongue and lips caressing you in the passionate drive of a deep craving hunger, an instinct so far beyond innocence, my lips already know their destination, the pinpricking pierce and raked welting lines scattered across your torso, delved into muscle, just the journey. A hint of pain to contrast the pleasure of my mouth a tentative motion testing the hitch of your breath and the growled moans for signs of a 'No'...and delighting in the urging, the fluid ripple of warrior power guiding my mouth lower, to dig fangs in a sucking kiss over the muscle of your hip, penetrating just the surface to lock in and bruise, tongue sweeping potent crimson beads of your intoxicating essence with a purring moan.... strength and purity unleashed, wildly daring to assume I can take even a drop of your soul uninvited but I cannot stop, I want to devour, explore the body I'd only ever caught glimpses of through the water...to touch you as no other ever had...obsidian lashes flutter up for just a moment, casting my gaze to the darkness where your face should be, and the words are freed, tentative, shy drawn up in the lyrics of a soul symphony and whispered to your tongue wet flesh...asking.....* Please....May I?

 {Oh God...FUCK.... tense tremors of shivery pleasure wrack my body and I might as well be bound and gagged for all the resistance my body is putting up against this sensuous, all-consuming attack, any protest caught in my throat, strangled by the feral growls grunted out through clenched molars, fangs fully primed and slicing into my lower lip...why am I allowing this..how?...the intimacy, the surrender of control is mind blowing in its intensity, my heart is hammering in my throat, pumping through the rigid shaft of my cock, lying a thick rope up the length of tongue-glistening, tensing abs, weeping a crystalline tear, a plea for mercy as your raking nails claw my spine to an arch of submission and then your fangs are piercing the sensitive flesh of my hip, jolting my pelvis up from the silk, a hiss escaping my lips as my neck cranes to catch a glimpse of crimson stained ivories sinking into golden skin, your lashes lift, revealing the dulled emerald of your sightless gaze, blind perhaps, but no less intense for that, and we are locked in a moment of perfect understanding...no fucking going back...my response a deep gravelled growl} Fuck Serhenity...Please...

*that word...it curls my spine up in a feline undulation, disconnected from your hip with a gloss of tongue to lips and slowly trailing my mouth to the hot pulsing steel flesh of your erection....you granted me permission, you offered up to me a surrender, it's in every growled breath, every twitching roll of your body, surging power beneath me and awe ripples through the raging swell of lust ripping my desire into an inferno...mind switched off and offered up to a higher consciousness, there are no nerves, no hesitation, just the sudden wet seal of my mouth over the crown of your erection, blindly sought with an unerring precision as delicate fingers shape your shaft in a slow eased stroke, lapping at the crystal tear weeping for my touch, your arousal bright on my tongue, flaring through molten curves with ragged torn out purrs...exquisite...desire strokes my tongue from base to tip, reluctantly leaving the heaven of your essence to explore velvet iron with dragging cushioned kisses, silk lips shaping the underside of your shaft in a slow ascent of tongue curling licks and fanged suction, snagging at delicate flesh, reverently teasing every inch in a roaming blissed out pattern, rough bitten touches interspersed with the softest breathed caresses, delighting in every buck of your hips, the growled moan that stutters from your lips as my fingers trace delicate satin scars music to my ears...not a no...as I worship your silk flesh, my lips locked over the head of your arousal in a gentle grip of fangs and descending...slowly, ever so slowly, purring devouring inches, savouring with a riding flick of my glossing tongue...mmm...yes....mine...*

Fuckfuckfuck.... {growled curses spilling from my mouth...that first searing breath on the hot pulsing flesh of my arousal, that first kissing seal of lips....this is what it feels like to die...touching the Fade, a piece of my soul offered up willingly to this blind angel of death and seduction, luring me to my end with the most exquisitely beautiful torture, your delicate fingers wrapping hot as a flame to my pulsing flesh, Ohhhh fuck...the velvet sweep of your tongue across the tip of my cock jolts darts of shuddering ecstasy through the base of my spine, bucking my hips, a reflexive plea, your lips are a silken caress to the throbbing steel of my erection, excruciatingly tender as they worship the scarred, misshapen skin of my groin, crystal tears stinging behind closed lids as a tidal wave of emotional release crashes over me, raw, utterly exposed to your exploring mouth...I should be cringing, but somehow you make me feel like a fucking God, invincible not damaged, powerful, sexual, even in this act of total and complete submission...and then the wet sucking heat of your mouth is engulfing my shaft, every muscle tremoring, screaming out for your touch, before I can control it, my gloved hand releases silk to knot into a great handful of your cropped waves, fisting tight. An anchor? Seizing control? I know not, I only know that your full pink lips are stretched taut around my cock, gliding friction down the thickly veined, iron girth, glossing velvet skin as inch by inch, the tight suctioning heat devours my cock and my hips are pumping up off the silk, straining to thrust myself deeper still, to see myself swallowed to the hilt by the molten passionate embrace of your mouth} Oh fuck...Chosen...I'm...FUCK!!!!!

*The violent intimacy of this, such an intense trust allowing you to gift me free rein to explore and devour, to unleash the desire for your taste in an act of tender possession, my mouth claiming you, owning the thick iron length of your arousal with a gloss and glide of silky lips, a twisting assault of tongue and fangs caging you in the suctioning kiss of my hungry mouth..I know you, every inch a familiar descent parting my lips wider in a growling purred ride to take you deeper, to obey the thrusting demand of your hips and envelop you in the liquid constriction of my throat..every withdraw a nick of razor touches, travelling coiling wet licks to the base and taking inch after thick inch with a merciless progression..slowly savaging you in the heat of my mouth, a brutal rhythmic stroke building up a tempo that vibrates through the arched straining bunch of your muscled form, bowed from the bed, hair tugged roughly into the reining guide of your fist and spurring me on...harder, fast, slow, fastslowfastfastslow...a dance of tongue to shaft and lips to the blunt head urging me to lock you at the very base, fangs bruising your skin, the entirety of your length taken and purred over, swallowing the tip of you into the clenched vice of my throat, more...hunger pushes us deeper, sets the rhythm of your hips to the flex of my throat, curses filling the air, flavouring the musky bloom of arousal with strained passion and catching my fangs into your most sensitive skin....yes, please, more...it's in the air, a pressure charging through an electrical storm of sexual energy to spike my spine into rolling undulations, building up in your body, shivering through mine, ripping flames over my skin and tightening my throat around your shaft...my hand works free from its claw on your hip and searches blindly for yours, lashes lifting once more, the most natural thing to be looking upon your face even if all I get is the shade without the sunlight....reassurance as the thunder storms wild with passion... please...give me...your all...my love...*

{Oh sweet mother of fuck... there is a fucking storm building inside of me, a mounting tension coiling tighter and tighter vining around the pillar of my lust, or is it the shaft of my arousal, pulsing in the cushioning glide and wet razor retreat of your rhythmic sucking? My brain is short-circuited on pleasure, climbing a merciless path to dizzying heights, where the only air is the scent of you and the dark musky spice that leaches from every pore of my blisteringly hot skin and fragrances the bright sheen of sweat defining every taut flexed muscle of my warrior body, poised, bowed up in submission to the wet silken clamp of your throat, my fist so tight in your hair...fuck...you are swallowing me, consuming me...and it takes just that flash of hell fire in your blind eyes, that blaze of passion that grants my soul permission to fly. Gripping onto your offered hand like a lifeline, warrior fingers interlaced with yours with bone crushing ferocity as the storm breaks loose in shuddering, bucking convulsions of high octane ecstasy, surging molten bliss in rhythmic jolts, a detonation of liquid release that once unleashed, crests on and on, washing me in divine, soul-altering pleasure...I am inside you...my heart and soul are fucking home and the bellowed roar from my throat is a raw, unfettered release that shakes the walls of the Primale Temple} Fuck I love you Serhenity...MINE!!! Fucking MINE!!!!

*Jolted by the current of electricity racing through the livewire that connects us, the surging pulses of your ecstasy are not so much of a surprise, my mouth sealed hard and twisting kisses that lock to your shaft and drain every swell and release of excruciating pleasure with purring thrums of exquisite satisfaction....your climax is an explosion of bliss on my tongue, emotions in liquid fire channelled to light my heart with the intensity of this...bond...this union of souls that stutters my life to the erratic hammer of yours and cocoons me in a world of erotic velvet dark spices, our world, surrounding us in the roared detonation of my name from your lips, and the unceasing symphony of your essence on my tongue. As brilliantly blinding as your blood, drugging, addictive, soothing my craving and stoking it up to caress my core with the ripples of your ecstasy...linked, I can feel every shudder, every seized flex of pleasured muscle as my own wringing the very last drop of your bliss into my lingering kiss, tongue curling your shaft in glossing strokes as my fingers flex in a loving hold around yours, intertwined in a weave of unity, cheek nuzzled tenderly to your thigh as I rest my words to your skin* Yours Vishous...all yours....*fangs nipping adoringly at your flesh, whispering tentatively* as you are....mine....

Yes, Serhenity. Yours. All fucking yours... {the words come out deep gravelled and distant, glazed diamond eyes struck with awe, my body still shaking with the after tremors of immense release, the ferocity of my emotions arresting, even as my arms reach to haul you up my body until your lips are less than a breath from my own, my soul knows yours, we come together like second nature, as though carved from the same heart wood...some bond that is more immense than I can even begin to comprehend, our lips crushed bruisingly together, I can taste the salty musk of my own arousal in my mouth and it draws low growled purrs of primal satisfaction from some place deep inside of me} Chosen...I...fuck {I lost control, or did I relinquish it? Mind in turmoil, struggling to comprehend what just passed between us} I didn't mean to..fuck...are you okay?

*lips swollen and bruised, fused to yours in a starved contact that feeds your pleasure to your tongue with the dance of mine, stroking boldly inside, loving your mouth as I loved your body, passionately, tenderly, viciously, you unleash so much of me I never knew I had, ripping the robes from my mind to free personality, to free my soul from the restraints of vows and obligation to just delight in you, to savour every kiss, the heat of you infused into my skin and trembling through draped curves, saturating me in the scent of carnal paradise and wicked possession...owned and owning....laughter is soft to your lips, confusion on my brow* I am...ecstatic, Primale *such euphoria from your pleasure, I do not question how I feel, what allowed you to surrender to my desires...I simply bathe in the aftermath, soaking in every sensation, shifting back slightly, my lips curve down* You did not mean to...what? Did I hurt you, sire? *eyes widening in blind horror, my hands stroke for injury, fangs tinged with your blood, as the scent of our passion blooms heavy and wild*

Fuck no..you didn't hurt me {strong hands manacling your wrists to bring the focus of your attention back to my voice} quite the opposite Chosen {the sultry growl of the words and the smouldering diamond of my eyes speaking of the untold pleasures you have inflicted on me, and my relief is a palpable thing, a diffusion of tension in the air...you are not disgusted or ashamed or regretful...damn the realisation is frightening and exhilarating...no female ever, on this side or the Far, have I cared about their feelings toward me, as I do about yours...never relinquished my body, my control, my trust, so completely to any other and yet it feels so very, very right with you. Shaking my head, the beginnings of a smile pulling at the corners of my mouth} you are incredible...you make me feel things I have never felt, Chosen {grazing my lips to yours in a growled confession} I love you...I love what you did to me...I would have you do it over and over until we were both spent and heaving for breath...I...thank you...Serhenity

*Your kiss speaking silently all the things your voice cannot shape, a confession that layers your words and stutters my heart, swelling emotion in my chest as your reassurances wash over me, releasing tense curves to sprawl languidly atop you permitting myself to enjoy this rapturous relax of a comforting union...drawing my arms up to encircle your neck, fingers slowly tracing over your face with a lazy smile...I did not hurt you..and...you...love me..the emotion that made me light as air, and sizzled my skin like fire, completes me, fills my soul with a light warmer than your gaze is returned upon me, felt for me..and my smile is a rough kiss to your mouth...you give me everything...so strong, so powerful, in control and yet you give yourself over to me with ease, trusting I will only please and never harm...how could I ever hurt my soul?* You are incredible, Vishous, you make me feel....you fill nothingness with your presence, you're light in the darkness...and you make me feel alive...*nuzzling soft breaths to your mouth, my words are hushed, low with sincerity* I love you...I love what I did to you, I love when you....*my cheeks pink in a sweeping blush* I would do it forever....

Oh, I am so holding you to that, Chosen mine {winding my hands up into the silk curls of your hair, your lips crushed with bruising possession} you bring me to life Serhenity..{growling a fanged kiss to your lips} Fuck, I love my scent on you...

*breaking from your mouth to rub eskimo kisses to your nose, lips inched up in a teasing smile* hold me to it, Primale mine….I find myself always ravenous for you....*forehead pressed to yours, sharing breath as my body blankets you* the only robing I should ever wear is your scent...*your mouth spills growls to my lips and teases me with fanged temptation*

Then you will never leave this Temple, Chosen mine {hands riding rough over the contours of your curvaceous form} no other male will ever see you naked and live, feel me {the dark incense of bond rising up in fresh plumes from my skin}

*head dipping to run my nose along your shoulder on a deep inhale, the air heavy with blooms of possession once more, fogging my brain with the sultry floral spiced accents as your hands shape desire edged curves with rough authority* Never, Primale mine...*a dream on the curve of my lips, wrapped up in the peaceful embrace sheltering me in warrior arms* I will stay here with you forever...I am yours

As I am yours, my Chosen {burying my stubbled jaw in the scented haven of your hair} I will have no other, true...never again

My sisters...*fingers curling, lips curved up, purrs rolling free on waves of sated soul happiness* will not be pleased...

Your sisters {dragging the luscious flesh of your lower lip through the score of razor fangs} can go fuck themselves, true… {Your laughter, a burst of startled amusement, stamped into silence by the pealing resonance of the voice rising above it, announcing the presence of another in the Temple} <<How you disrespect my handmaidens Warrior>> {The words snap my spine bolt upright on the bedding platform like a stringed fucking puppet... yup...and that would be the Scribe Virgin's puppet, true...the authority of her deeply resonant voice filling the Temple, just as the commanding glow that spills from beneath her robes floods into every nook and shadow of the darkened expanse, trained like a spotlight on the scene of myself and the forbidden Chosen entwined on the bedding platform, my bonding scent hanging heavy in the air like a guilty confession. Shit!! Yanking the silk sheet to cover Serhenity's flushed and naked curves, my torso twisted to shield her from the Scribe Virgin's scrutiny. Now? Of all the fucking times she might have broken her seclusion, might have aided Serhenity when I could not, the mother of the race, in all her great fucking wisdom chooses this moment to make her grand entrance, no doubt here to carve out her pound of flesh.. <<Cover yourself, Primale. I would have words with you on this matter>>

Fucking Proof

{Prove it...Fuck...the challenge like a match struck to dry kindling, lust igniting in a blast of raw heat that knots my fingers into fists in your short hair, cracking your spine back against the marble column. A good fucking job you can't see the feral hunger blazing in my eyes...you would surely cower from its violence. My gloved thumb strokes across the fullness of your trembling lower lip, parting the pink seam, slipping inside the wet heat of your mouth, a mouth never before kissed, razor tipped fangs that have never pierced flesh...fuck...pressing my lower body against yours, one heavily muscled, leather bound thigh flexing, parting the silken folds of your robe, riding up between your bare thighs seeking out the throbbing epicentre of your desire, grinding your wetly aroused sex on the tensed leather of my thigh, as my gloved thumb explores your mouth, two sets of wet lips caressing rough hide, goatee abrasive to your soft cheek, my breath a hot brand searing the shell of your ear, words roughened by raw, animal lust} You know what I'm going to do to Chosen....{relishing the hitch of your breath that grazes the hard, silk covered peaks of your nipples to my slashed chest catching the chaotic fluster of your thoughts, laced with desire, edged with panic} Say the word. I know you know it, true

 *the gasp leaves my lips unbidden in a rage of desire, the rough collision of my spine bows to the marble of the column a pinning cage of lust once more flattening me under the weight of masculine power....but now....every inch of my body is crushed into the hard muscled expanse of warrior strength, and I dont need my sight to know how you look. The air is pressured with a high electrical tension, charged with a primal shock of lust that channels anger into an animalistic urge of wanton desires...and the heat is sending me faint, the fire blazing from the rough wedged column of your thigh spreading pulsating ripples into innocent flesh, turning smooth flushed skin molten with a slick of arousal..for it could be nothing but that...and my lips close in a tight suction around the invasion of your thumb, instinctive, latching onto the solid reality of you as my body is swept up in the inferno of chaotic emotion and disconcerting lust* My lord...*the only words that will pass my lips, a soft plea for mercy, or a demand for more, my body beyond aching with the friction gliding through the apex of clenched thighs...you want me to say...what? Thoughts jumbled, fangs elongating a snick into leather...the word...you're going to....* Fuck me....I...I mean....you are going to...fuck me...Primale....

Yes Chosen. I am going to...fuck...you {the obscene word from your mouth, growled back to your innocent ear from my goatee'd mouth elicits a wanton grind of your hips, crushing the slick, pulsing folds of your arousal to glossed leather, betraying the passion sizzling just beneath the surface of your ethereal composure and fuck, but your body's response does things to me, primal, bestial things that threaten to wrest the reins from all rational thought, words hoarse with need tumbling from my lips} I am going to fuck you long and hard Chosen, until every luscious inch of your body is crying out from the pleasure and pain of it, until the irrefutable evidence of how I feel about you is branded into your fucking soul...{clamping my mouth on the unblemished, virgin skin of your throat, muscles tense and corded, shaking with the effort of restraint, tongue tasting the caged flutter of your erratic heartbeat, sucking on your neck with bruising suction, a vain attempt to dampen down the violent storm of lust brewing inside of me, control on a knife edge, one word, one fucking nod of assent from you and it will be game fucking over...just tell me to do it...unleash the animal...beg me to fuck you raw...}

 *Verily 'tis sorcery that overtakes me, that controls the soft undulating flow of my hips to grind into the pressing force of your thigh clamped up between mine, a hard friction that glosses liquid silk folds and spikes sparks of sensation to seize trembles up the arching bow of my spine...I am a melt of sensation, lit up on the pyre of my desire and burning through the innocent veil of white robes that sheath me from your touch...and that word, never before has a curse threatened to surrender me to the most primal of my desires, unleashing something animal in a cover of purity...I am lost the second your mouth seals my pulse to a hummingbird panic of desire into the hot suction of your lips, bones melting rapidly to electric pulses of vivid lust and quaking my knees to surrender, hands seeking your support in a clawing desperation as my body betrays me, mewling helpless nonsensical responses to your viscerally sexual threat....promise....whimpering passion falls from fang worried lips, the words caught up in hitched breaths* Please, Primale...Take me...ummm...*dare I ask? Fingertips memorise sculpted muscle for sightless eyes, your image in my darkness* Love...me

{my answer is an unbridled frenzy of starved need, hands yanked from the tangle of your hair, the virginal white silk robe rent apart in violently clenched fists, torn from your body, swallowing back growls of raw desire at the sight of your bared flesh, the heaving swells of your full breasts, the flush of passion painted to the canvas of your porcelain skin hands ripping savagely at the front of my leathers to free the heavy length of my achingly hard erection, the flat of my callused palm pressed flush to the arched small of your back, gloved hand hitching the back of your thigh, riding your spine up the cold marble shaft of the column, latching your thighs in a tight circle around my hips, pinning you, suspended between hard, cold stone and an equally hard wall of sculpted, hot warrior muscle, all your weight centred on the grind of your aroused flesh to the underside of my thickly veined cock, intimate folds melting around my shaft in a drenched erotic kiss to throbbing heat, the blunt head pressing at the exquisitely tight threshold of your sex, a torturously shallow embrace that nudges your core, your body so primed, slippery and lush and yet I  know the first time you take my full girth will cause you pain, frustration groaned through the sucking lock of my mouth on your vein, warrior hands imprinting bruises into the luxuriously soft rounds of your ass, whether to hold you back or to slam you down on the thick shaft of my cock I no longer fucking know, coherent thoughts lost in the mind-scramble of this incredibly sensuous kiss of our bodies...I am a fucking animal, a wild creature possessed by instinct...love you? Fuck...am I capable of such a thing? Rough, ground out fucking the only carnal pleasure I have ever known...but with you..mother of fuck...I have no control...}

 *I should be scared, I should be terrified of the violent hurricane racing over my skin, striking the robes from my flesh in a tearing of purity...and that's what it would be wouldnt it? My innocence yours, as it has always been, no other male had looked upon me, none had seen that which is now bared to the scorching heat of your gaze. It brands like fire roaming over the inches of flesh undulating in your possessive grip, hiked up high on the column, marble bruising the kicked back arch of my shoulders, a curving submission surrendering my weight to you and fighting the need to cover the exposed swells of my breasts, the tips tight and throbbing lines of vibrating lust to the drenched grinding pulse of my sex, so savage, so animal crushed to me, until there is no leather barring you from my flesh, there is only hot iron male demand, warrior desire threatening to breach my molten need with an impossible invasion. I can feel you, every inch pressed into the liquid embrace of silken intimate folds, I can see you, even in the darkness, a soul bright vision of feral masculine warrior beauty, perfectly sculpted in muscle and golden skin...my mind offers it all up, piecing what it has seen of you, my dreams of you, together to fit what I feel, to stroke the sensations with sights that spear my eyes with desperate tears and rocks my body in an instinctive dance, clawed into your shoulders for leverage as I wind, commanding you closer, to fill the aching emptiness that coils with desiring pressure and begging you to love me. To show me that you meant what you said. That I'm not hideous to you...that I really am yours as my soul insists* My lord...please

 {Oh God that word, the whimpered plea from your lips and the warrior is brought to his metaphorical knees, fangs and cock pulsing with synchronised purpose, to ravage your innocent flesh, to take you hard and brutal, to penetrate you in every fucking way possible, to prove to us both that you are...} MINE!!! {the word snarled in a lust-fuelled, bestial growl, rough hands drawing up your arms, weaving large fingers through yours, locking us together, restraining your arms against the marble column, fisting tight as the taut beads of your nipples graze an arc of friction over scarred pecs and the winding arch of your spine guides the thick invasion of my erection home, the exquisitely tight constriction of your liquid silk embrace steals the breath from my lungs on a silent cry, diamond eyes shimmering crystal bright, seeking out the sightless lock of your eyes...fuck, what I wouldn't give for you to see me now, to read the fury of savage emotion in my eyes as you take all of me to your depths, hilt-deep, until the base of my cock is ground to the pulsing nerve centre of your desire...fuck stilling as you accommodate to my size, goateed lips a breath from yours, growling passion to your mouth} Chosen...Serhenity. I. Fucking. Love. You...

*fangs buried deep in my lower lip, my cries are stifled from screams to hot mewled whimpers, fingers squeezing around the weave of yours in a desperate attempt to maintain my control....any control in this tumult of sensation as a single stroke lances me to the very depths, nailed into the well of my soul as I gasp for breath around the fullness stealing the air from my lungs and spearing my core in the force of an iron length...pain blasts through on a glide, silk melting a violent vice of rippling muscle as I struggle to accommodate you, to breathe around your possession, to justify my utter ecstasy as pain tears through spikes of bliss and laces into beautiful pleasure...I am yours...no further doubt as I move, feline, fluid, working through the stretching throb at my centre, moving to the primitive beat in my head testing my limits with soft experimental grinds that are a mere shadow of the tempest of desire viciously storming me for a pace that scares me, that urges me to give into the violence of an intense passion and dare to spill words that echo your own, whimpers that tremors me in lust and pour free to your ears* I love you...Vish..*tongue bitten hard* Primale...

 Fuck yes...say it!! say my name {Crushing my mouth on yours in a rough stubbled collision of ragged breaths and growled emotion...I don't know how to fucking kiss, but it's irrelevant, all that matters is this carnal craving for the erotic intimacy that sizzles and arcs like an electric current flowing between our frictioning bodies, fangs punching down from my upper jaw, pulsing with the rapid thud of my heart, a pulse that throbs in the molten fist of your sex as I start to move inside you, slow measured thrusts, stroking you from the inside, kissing your limits with every soft collision of my hips, the cushioning mounds of your ass bumping my thighs with rhythmic slaps, growled moans spilling from lips curled off hungry bladed canines with every tight fisted pump and dragging retreat, grateful the pained expression darkening diamond eyes is denied you...you are exquisitely beautiful...flawless, untouched perfection to my eyes, no blindness, no shorn locks, no scars could alter that...so fucking torn..it kills me to defile your innocence but I could no more deny you now than I could rip out my own fucking soul. The volatile cocktail of pleasure and pain, the mewling whimpers swallowed by my ravaging mouth, the trembling in your creamy thighs, locked in a death grip around my hips, stoke up the savagery of my arousal to a fever of need, restraint sheening tight corded muscles with a gleam of sweat, dark musky spices pumping into the steaming air that melts the frost from icy marble...more...my body demands more, snatching our joined hands down to my mouth, fangs slicing a vicious bite into the corded lines of my thick wrist, the hot bubbling rush of my blood offered up to your parted, kiss-swollen lips} Drink from me, Serhenity, taste the truth of my fucking words...

Vishous, Vishous, Vishous....*your permission given, your name is in every breath, my tongue loving the taste of every syllable as I chant my love to the slick beat of our writhing forms, coming together into a rhythmic unity of steel and molten velvet, my core a vicing fist of delicious lingering pain and quaking shivers of potential ecstasy stroking your shaft with every advance and retreat, every thrust stronger, gaining in momentum, the leash on all your passion fraying dangerously thin, sawed by the rocking desire of tight twisting hips until I am barely chained there with you, an insanity rising over me and unclasping the veils of civility that have so long concealed me from the truth in my soul...and it all ends in a kiss....my first, unclipping me from my tether and releasing me to a full blown maddening fever of animalistic desire, surging up, hands clasped tight to yours, the taut peaks of my nipples abrading your chest with points of blazing sensation....I will not survive this collision, going down in flames to rise up in an erotic inferno that demands more...harder, you are too gentle within me...caressing...I want...blood...I am barely aware that our hands have moved until that scent explodes in my head, laced with powerful dark spices, the hint of a taste on parted lips rearing instinct into an attack pose and shedding yet another layer of civility in a brutal suctioning ravage to the offered up flow of your souls blood, mouth sealing hard, silken savagery locking to your vein in primal starved draws of a frenetic crazed branding assault....MINE!!!!....in every cell, filling every inch with a love that consumes us both*

Fuck!! {your fangs stab deep into the tendons of my thick wrist, a wild brutality one would never deem possible of a Chosen, the piercing agony jolting me through with an ecstasy of pleasure pain, and my own fangs lock to your throat on pure instinct, shallow, hard punctures that bead a flush of welling crimson to your skin, a stark, beautiful contrast to the milky white tone of your neck...a bright flame of passionate colour in a colourless landscape...my last logical thought before the beast wrests control, fangs buried deep, my growls gagged by the beautiful pounding rush thundering between my ears, drowning in the potent, saturated eroticism of the moment, reeling from the onslaught of violent emotions, sucked under a tidal wave of bonded ecstasy, every cell in my body vibrating with latent energy, charging my blood with a hellfire unleashing all of the restrained warrior power I fought so long to withhold, hips pistoning, slapping, hilt deep violent thrusts, tearing into the clenching sheath of your liquid core, a frenzied rhythm, beyond all control, your fragile body shuddering in the bruising impact of slamming hips and deep-buried canines, locked into your flesh as you are in mine drawing on the well of your soul with savage, sucking pulls, clawing at the ledge of sanity, body tensed with the threat of impending explosive fucking release....}

 *My scream is lost in a bubble of crimson, buried into your heart beat with a strike of fangs and howling my beautiful agonised ecstasy into the gushing pour of your potent life as your fangs breach virgin skin in a claim of daggers...such a taste beyond imagining, full blossomed, rich, a dark wine that speaks of feral lust and impossible love an insanity of flavours that jolt rhythmic surges with every greedy swallow to pool the molten drench of my desire around the viciously relentless quickening pace drilling the thick shaft of your erection into the yielding fisted twist of my core, my sex pounded raw with heavy smacking collisions that strike my intimate flesh to tender bruised passion, and drive your mark into the depths of my body, imprinting your touch into my flesh as my head snaps back to marble, the flow of your life clasped desperately to the voracious feeding pulls of my mouth, my body in meltdown, teetering on a ledge I cannot see, an invisible tension tugging low into a corkscrewing rip of passion, something in my centre brewing a storm that swells....mounting....spiralling aggressively into a careening scream of explosive carnal euphoria, my form insubstantial as I come apart, as though my very cells are splitting to shatter in a glitter of shimmering ecstasy, a wildly incandescent splintering of reality turning me to a volcanic detonation, razed to the ground by thunderous love and the unconditional, insane, cresting welding fusion of two souls into one, two bodies to one....together....yours...*

 {FUCK!!! I'm flying, tossed in a crashing surf of ecstasy that jacks my spine taut, hips pumping a vicious tempo that nails my release deep, surging waves of power spilling inside you, a molten balm to your bruised flesh, laced with the erotic brand of my bonding scent that permeates every inch of your sex-flushed body, every strand of your raven hair, plugged into the reservoir of your electrified emotions, feeling your own release inside of me, every body shocking, carnal sensation shared in a mind-meld of primal blood and sex that shatters any preconception of the limits of pleasure...a brutally savage consummation of love maybe, but fierce love nonetheless, so far beyond lust, transcending bonded male instinct, it's as though our connection is an ancient, powerful thing, two souls recognising each other in a bond forged of fire...my body is a tremoring wall of tensed muscle, locked into you, shuddering with the force of unleashed passion, fangs ripped from your throat on a hoarse cry, breath rough on your skin} Fuck Serhenity....just...fuck...

 I....*tongue tied, any words dissolve back into mewling purrs and helpless ragged breaths, hauling the beautiful scent pluming off your body into my lungs, such a delicious fragrance, it seems to stroke my soul, caressing under skin that shivers under its flush of bliss, aftershocks twitching through nerves with lightning bolts that surge my hips in erratic undulations, clutching to your shuddering muscle as my fangs disengage from your wrist, breathing too heavy to keep the connection, such raw, intense emotion pulsing through my veins, hammering in my heart, bathing rippling inner muscle in the liquid fire claim of your body, a pounding in my soul, the beat of an ancient before time bond casting it's symphony of primitive union into the carnally charged erotic air shrouding us in heavy desire* Vishous....*limbs boneless and shaking, as they tremble their cage around you, fingers, sparking with the buzz of ecstasy, trace your features in gentle wonder and awed adoration, a reverence in every caress as I fight for more words* Vishous...Fuck...*the curse you uttered repeated with a shy smile, bruised skin throbbing a strange lingering pleasure across shivering curves* I...did not know it would be like that... *head dipping forwards to tentatively run my nose to your pulse* You smell amazing....Primale mine

 {a laugh of uncontained delight escaping at the profanity shaped by your beautiful mouth} I really have corrupted you, Chosen mine {the possessive term falling so easily into conversation with you, diamond eyes filled with awe, raking a languid, appreciative path over your flushed features, the pad of my gloved thumb circling the twin brands of my bite in your throat, a sight that sets the bonded beast in me to purring satisfaction, locking onto the sightless jewels of your eyes, bright with the awakening of ancient secrets unlocked from your soul...and mine} I was...rough...I am sorry....allow me, please {dipping my head, tousled hair falling from my forehead, brushing your cheek as my lips hover a breath from the puncture wounds, savouring the act of intimacy, the pink tip of my tongue stroking out to seal my brand in your skin, unable to resist running my nose up the pulsing column of your throat with a growled inhale} you smell MINE...

 *smile curving wider as your laughter rings out, your tongue a distraction catching my breath with tender laving caresses to deep punctured brands, riding out tendrils of sensitivity to tremble in my lower body, flexing ecstatic muscle around your shaft, luscious shocks of bliss shaking under my skin, a live wire in my blood...and every brush of your skin to mine, every movement relights the embers to a blaze...fingers that had previously clawed, are gentle in your hair, stroking mussed up strands, twining in the softness as you spend the luxury of your tongue's healing on my skin* mmm corrupted wonderfully, Primale mine...You say fuck so often it could be it's own language...I...like it...it's...visceral...*words stilted as my brain slowly comes back online, speech more than whimpers and growls, fragranced in a feral primal beautiful aroma* I am yours....

 Fuck fuck fuck fuck.... it is a beautiful word for a beautiful crime I would commit against your beautiful body over and over again, Chosen mine, if you would let me {my body is alive with the tingling aftershocks of pleasure, throbbing in the tender lacerations on my wrist, pulsing up the shaft of my cock, nestled tight in the drenched velvet heat of your core, gloved fingers tucking stray hairs behind your ear, trailing breath up the line of your jaw until our lips are brushing, a whispered confession, emotion cracking through the depth of my voice} I fucking love you, Chosen mine....Serhenity....my....soul...

 *laughter soft and husky tumbling out at your string of curses, arousal blooming low....beautiful? You make me feel that way....* I would let you deliver an infinity of...fucks...on my body. How can it be criminal when I like touching you? I like you completing me....*I more than like.....I love, I crave, I adore...you are so deep inside me, not just buried in my core, silken honey bathing your shaft in our ecstasy, but in the heart that beats in my chest...the soul that lay sleeping, dormant and fragmented for so long, you complete....your mouth worships as my hands coast over your skin in gentle reverence, your lips butterfly brushes tickling desire in warm kisses to delicate, sex-flushed skin, claiming my lips with words I never would have dared hope for and they ripple bursts of sunlight through my soul on waves of bright emotion, kissed to your warrior mouth, a soft, sincerely intense reply* I love you, Vishous, my Primale, my soul...

 All. Fucking. Yours. true {the emphasis on the growled curse, my hand slipping into the dark waves of your hair, urging your mouth on mine, a hard passionate claim, tongue coaxing your lips to part for the blood laced strokes of warm wet velvet...you fucking love me... and my soul is bursting into flames of unleashed emotion} 

A Bladed Valentine

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind" (A Midsummer Night's Dream, 1.1.231-2)


{Time became meaningless, sitting here in the darkened space, contemplating my next move, the emotional chill clinging to the air around my body infiltrating the shadow drenched colonnades of the Primale Temple. Even without the locked doors, the frigid air of menace hanging over the place was enough to keep the timid Chosen at a distance, barked dismissals scattering them like doves to the winds when they sought to attend my 'needs'. In time, their attempts dried up completely and they left me to my own devices. Judging by the heavy stubbled beard growth darkening my jaw, and the growling of my hollow stomach's attempts at cannibalising itself, numerous days had passed without a disturbance...until now...Glowing white irises lifted in the direction of the doors, senses acutely attuned to the subtle, rippling disturbance in the frost-bitten atmosphere heralding the presence of another within the Temple's walls. Rising from my reclined position on the bedding platform with cat-like stealth, shirtless in only my fighting leathers, bare feet a whisper to marble, a ninja shadow, slipping through the puddles of darkness spilling from beneath the hulking columns, astute diamond eyes sweeping over the dark recesses, pausing, shoulders hugging the icy stone of a fluted pillar, ribs expanding silently to fill my lungs with floral scented air, no mistaking the ritualistic unctions and salves the Chosen used to prep themselves for my use, they layered on that cloying scented shit like Rehv's girls trowelled on make-up, and probably for the same reason... war paint, armor against the emotional fallout of the cold, emotionless sex they plied. Fangs bared on a warning growl, my words echoing a rumble into the frosty silence} I know you're there, Chosen {Rounding the pillar to plant feet square in front of the hooded female, towering with menace over her robed form, hands slung on hipbones protruding from the waistband of my low-hung leathers} I don't know how you got in here, Chosen, but I did not call for you. Like I told your sisters before you, you're not wanted here, true. Now leave...
*Leave? How many times can one male dismiss me from his presence with such cold anger? I can feel him, a fire in this temple of ice, scorching my skin with waves of annoyance. I'm just a female to him, to be cast aside, until it suits him, to be altered to his pleasure and his pleasure is isolation. Not a single one of my sisters may lay their gaze upon him now. Though their punishment, a case of serious sexual withdrawal is kinder than the fate he laid upon me. But something is caressing me, something deep in the darkness is purring loudly at the sound of his voice...and is silenced with the sudden swarm of hatred that overwhelms and drowns, a tidal crashing force strangling the uncontrollable pleasure that lights up in his presence with memories of the agony, the sheer excruciating pain that left me sightless and ugly....no pleasure was worth denying the wrath that ripped into me with razor blades of spearing detestation, and the spurs of rage kick their sharp tips to the flank of my aggression and guide the growling blind assault that has the blade torn from its sheath against my skin and aimed at the Primale. Pinpoint movements, I am moving with the shivers in the air, locating the massive tower of his freezing fire presence as it dwarfs the smaller flame of my anger, and lashing out, cobra quick, to strike, seeking blood with a hungry blade...out of my depth perhaps against his strength...but I can bet to the Dear Virgin Scribe that the Primale did not expect a Chosen to draw blood, on a fast lunge of balled up female fury no less....The Primale will never tell me to leave again*
Fuck..{Blind-sided, the blade glinting cold steel from beneath the Chosen's robes, slashing a crimson line across my chest before instinct engages and my spine flexes back, narrowly evading a far deeper gash from the female's disturbingly accurate mark, despite the hood depriving her of sight. The blade arcs in her fisted grip, slicing this time through nothing more substantial than thin air, blood a hot trickle to ice cold skin, with it unleashed a rush of violent emotion. This fragile, unfledged female no match for centuries of honed warrior reflexes, her slender wrist manacled, body wheeled about roughly, a body slam of warrior muscle mashing her hooded cheek to the cold marble of a column, dagger arm cranked up her spine, wedged between rock and a hard wall of living, breathing unyielding warrior, brutal pressure on delicate wrist bones forcing the hilt of the blade from the Chosen's palm, stubbled jaw grazing the silk of the hood covering the Chosen's ear, Inhaling the fear like a drug, light headed, the words a twisted snarl} Are you afraid of me, Chosen? You should be...You think I won't kill you as I killed her? {gloved hand cupping your throat, cranking your neck into a taut arc, your heartbeat fluttering frantic as a trapped bird in the crook my hand, your life in my palm} Didn't your little sisters and your precious Directrix warn you of my reputation, all the nasty things I like to do to innocent, untouched females just like you? {Fuck, but the latent sexuality of the situation, wrong on so many levels, is un-fuckingdeniable. My cock a thick hard ridge shaped in tight leather, wedged tight to the lush curves of the Chosen's ass, the leather grip on her throat tightening, voice savage} were you going to let me fuck you, Chosen? Just to ahvenge your precious Directrix... tell me why you deserve more mercy than you showed to your sister Serhenity?
*My strength is overpowered in a few quick moves that spin my body to dizzy weakness and trap me into a lock of brutal male and cold marble...but blood scents the air, rich and potent, satisfying. So my blade did bite into the Primale's flesh, it made a home in his skin on the first strike but refused to make contact again, and left me open to this pinning humiliation. I squirm, I writhe and kick and growl hisses of feral protests as the Primale's words filter through the silk of the hood, his questions striking chords within me that demand I fight back....but against this? Against the rough hand dragging my throat into a vulnerable column? Against the hard male aggression that threatens sexual domination at my back, a pressing masculine presence that hammers fear through my veins and catches my breath against the fabric of the hood. I'm inhaling silk and it is choking me. Not just his words that do not spin right, there is a tone in the last snarled question, a lilt that confuses me as my mind grapples to piece his question framed answers together through the riot of fury and fear warring for my attention. He....killed the Directrix? He....would punish the Chosen for not aiding me in my punishment? I....cannot breathe. The slightest give in the manacle of hands capturing my wrists, twists free of your hold to snatch at the stifling silk hood, gasping in lungfuls of chilled air and a scent that was all Primale. The words are a hoarse snarl, constricted by the hand still craning my jaw up...but my anger is dying, leaving me grasping at tendrils of violent heat* You should kill me, my lord...The Directrix left me worse than dead...*I do not know truth from hate, cannot discern what is real and my rage is losing steam, crushed against the mammoth form that had once set my body ablaze and now shudders me with icy confusion and a mist of anger keeping me taut, spine ramrod stiff, hips mashed to marble....anything to keep from brushing against the iron ridge pressing soft curves through a veil of silk...something, that strange part of me, told me to move back, to move into the heavy towering weight of the Primale, as the darkness bid me drop, to slip from his grasp, snatch up the blade and drive it home until the breath left his lungs and my life was ahvenged. But no true answers came from this. His implications stuttered my vengeance plan into blindness and left me faintly numb,  my plans unheeded now, confused, jumbled as I ask the one question that will set my path back straight and get the blade back in my hand* Did you order me blinded, sire?
{With the drag of silk over short cropped black hair, a wave of that achingly familiar scent crashes over me, a sensory bombardment, a mangled raft of conflicted emotions unveiled with the choppy mess of curls framing delicate cheekbones, and once emerald irises, now opaque and utterly blind} You?....it's YOU... fuck... {My body jerks away from you, gloved hand unclasped from your throat, the revelation felt with the physical force of an electric shock, the crushing realization slamming home to a brain playing catch-up with a bonded male physicality that had known all along, had recognised what was All. Fucking. MINE. Hard on its heels the horrible reality of our situation, the pounding evidence of my arousal, the threat on your life, the terror I instilled in you with my attack, a sick insult to your unjust injuries, injuries for which my heart carried a heavy burden of responsibility, gloved palm dragged down a face etched in lines of trauma and confusion at your question, the gravel still deep in my voice despite clearing the knot in my throat} Fuck What? Order you blinded? God no...{brows deep furrowed on troubled eyes} I failed you...and for that I will live with the regret for as long as my heart continues to beat...{running gloved fingers over the slash in my chest} I deserved this...I'm sorry so fucking sorry, Chosen.....
*You're gone from me faster than a heartbeat, your body no longer slammed up into my spine but paces away, a tangible agitation roaming at my back and raising hackles of wary fear, a direct response to the sudden freeze riding my skin in ripples of tentative emotion. You...did not order me blind....but the heat has gone from your body at the knowledge. You would have taken anyone of my sisters, even if it was just to punish, but me? You feel a breath away from bolting, disgusted no doubt that the silken length of my hair has been shorn from me and the eyes you admired are pale reflections, milky over the brightness of a passionate soul....no, you still cannot bear the sight of me, you cast me from your temple when I was myself and you seek still to do it now. You leave my body to save me from the chilling lack of arousal no doubt. I cannot stir you now you know who I am* Am I so hideous, my lord, that you must remove yourself from this pinning embrace? Your dominance will not even allow you to savour the fear enough to take me? Here....*anger slowly sizzling with the rising melt of blooming desire...from nowhere it creeps, freed from the restraints hatred had placed upon it, released in the face of your apology. It is not to be ignored, a boiling tumult of angry lust charging numbed veins once more with a fury of fire* Is that it? An apology, but still I am not as worthy as my sisters....they will send another perhaps. One more suited, one more scared. Hood me. I believe the rest of my self is unmarred, it may please you still....*spitting words are hissed, cheek rested to marble, hidden from you even as my face turns to direct the snarl in your direction...I goad, I provoke, but that something that tickled under my hatred, is blooming raw with the passion that lit up my soul at our first meeting...nudging at fury with desiring fingers* Take me to the door if you must…
Hideous!!?? {The word spat out on an angered snarl, laced with bitter incredulity} You think I don't want you, Chosen? {palms curling around your upper arms, fingers biting into tender flesh as I spin your delicate, robed form in a lash of choppy curls, your spine cracking back on the marble pillar with more force than my rational mind intended, the bonded beast seizing the reins of my sanity, driving the surging lust that courses through my veins, breaking from my pores in drugging waves of dark spiced possessiveness, yanking your wrist to shape your palm to the thick ridge of my erection throbbing, straining at the bondage of tight leather} Feel it..Does this feel to you like I don't desire you Chosen? {the words are growled desperation, your cheeks framed in a clasp of rough warrior hands, the pads of my thumbs stroking your cheekbones with tender restraint, fingers knotting into the choppy waves of your dark hair, urging your face up to meet the crystal diamond vehemence blazing beneath hooded lids, locking onto the sightless, milky depths of your eyes, willing you to see what you will not, and when my voice comes it is a hoarse, cracked whisper, a breath searing your lips} How can you be so blind Serhenity? You are utterly blind if you cannot see what you mean to me....I. Fucking. Love. You....
*I am torn into so many different emotions, pieces of my soul scattered around trying to decide how it feels, even as it lights up at your rough touch, your vehement disgust at my own view of myself, spinning me into a fiery darkness that strains through a shadowed sight to see you...just once more to look into those diamond eyes and see the desire I can hear in your voice, layered with desperation, sharp with the bite of anger, but that sound, curls the purrs through my core, drawing my lust to the surface as tears threaten to break the tight hold I have on them and rush to dampen your cradling palms....and I still cannot believe it. You thrust my hand upon you with such force, a need under your skin harshly grinding my palm to shape the steel constrained desire still pressing, still demanding...still wanting...me.... A ploy? A tease? To dissipate my anger and save yourself from my wrath? No....too much tenderness strokes with soft intimacy on my skin, your words too open, too raw to be a lie from a warrior who gives none of himself to anyone. I.....long admitted before my soul went into hibernation, hiding in the darkness of hate, that I love you...with my very soul, with every cell of my being, every breath....it had made my hatred all the more destructive....my lips part, the words tremoring on my tongue....but they are not the ones that come with the slow undulating arch of robed curves* Prove. It.

Blind Vengeance: Into The Lions Den

*It wakes me from the silence of dark solitude, this…tittering outside the walls of my temple. None dared move me from my sequestered position though I am rendered incapable of performing such duties, they leave me be, sitting awhile at my door on days free from prayer. Chosen caretakers worried for my sanity in a world gone dark. They knew. All of them, how much I had taken pleasure in writing, in watching the world we had no place in, and they fear what the removal of such an…obsession…will make of me. Not unfounded concerns. Alone in the darkness, seeds of hatred spread into vines that wrapped the temple of my heart in a thick canvas of thorned branches, stabbing vengeance deep, the urge to ahvenge what was done to me an overpowering, thought consuming force determined to drag me into its hellish shadows. Lifting steadily from the barren cot, silk falls back into place around healing curves, broken bones repaired, only the bluish bloom of bruises marring my flesh with the memories of that day. That and the permanent reminder of the shrouded darkness that is now my sight. Finding the door with unerring precision, I crack the heavy wood ajar, the soft creak silencing the whispered chatter coming from the direction of the Scribe Virgin’s tree*


 Sisters? Is there something amiss? *Is the Primale hurt? I’d heard him return, sensed his presence on this side like one of the human bombs, an explosion inside me that triggered a mess of emotions I was not ready to untangle. I could not allow affection and tender love to cloud my vengeance. A delicate hand folds at my elbow, gently leading me forwards. I am grateful. Being in the Sanctuary unnerves me without my sight. I fear objects I have no control over the positioning of. Fear falling. She guides me, one who smells of daisies and ritual incense…Janyra*<<Sister, we meant not to disturb your repose. You must rest to heal. *She pauses, her voice uncertain as we stop and my sisters surround me, a comfort for them to be close to me. You cannot fear what you cannot see, and I am calm with curiosity* We are not certain on how to proceed. There is no training for such an occasion and we find reluctance in removing the offending object…>> I know not what you are referring to, Sister. Pray, tell me. What is going on? *Their robes rustle as they fidget, such still doves, such grace usually, such agitation is strange on them, the air moves with their nervous motions, casting their scents in my direction: Daisies and incense, lilies, the fresh water and jasmine soaps of the baths, lilacs and honeysuckle…a garden of gentle beauty bringing their faces to my mind, their images…the brutal scent of death, blood on metal, distorting the fragrance of their elegant lives like a tear in a petal. Not his, not theirs….*


<<A blade, Serhenity. There is a blade of lifesblood embedded into the heart of our Mother’s tree. And she has not shown herself to heal it. If we take it from its wound, will it bleed?>>*The Primale stabbed a tree? Trees do not bleed. There is no doubt in any mind of the attacker. Only one with the strength to wield it with such precision.* Take it out. The tree is not bleeding, but someone else has. <<Verily, Sister, we would, but ‘tis the small matter of disrupting the sanctuary with its violence. We cannot remove it>>*My aggravation is hidden barely by a soothing smile, a hand brushing at the chopped silk curls of my hair as they tumble into my eyes and tickle excruciatingly sensitive eyelids* 


Place my hand  upon the hilt, and I shall remove it myself. No punishment done can ruin me anymore and to leave it here is surely a disgrace to our Highness. You may leave me once I have it. You need not witness it. I will place it where it belongs. *Back with its owner…They move to obey, seeing no other course of action, free will taken from them in their confusion. How easily they follow, submitting merely because they can see no other way out. Gentle fingers taking my hand, reaching out my arm with hesitant trembles, her nerves shivering over my skin like a chill until my fingertips brush the carved hilt and my palm can curve a fist around the cold metal. A purr follows the hastening retreat of my sisters, a weapon in my hands and they blindly gave it to me, doves on the wind fluttering silk in their wake as I am left alone. Buried deep, the blade’s reluctance to leave its tree-wood core is an annoyance to my weakness, tugging at the hilt, seizing it in a tight grip and whispering it from its depths with a hiss of relief. My plans had never included a weapon. Until now. The Primale would get his dagger back. After all, it is my duty to return what is rightfully his*

***

*It is frustrating, how a simple walk to the baths could be so trying. Avoiding columns that seemed to change position each time I made my way towards them, taking the steps that seemed a different width than usual…exhausting, but I find I crave the heat now, the presence of my sisters ignorable if I really try, I can melt into liquid warmth and just be. Memories are troublesome things, when your mind relaxes as your body unknots, swarming in my minds eye the passionate explosion that had taken my soul the first time I encountered the Primale. That rage of fire set ablaze inside me and burning bright with the conflict of emotion my tortured hatred brought to light. I can shed the wrath here, let myself live in the memory before switching back to vengeance. The water washes it all away, only to clothe me in it once more when my feet hit dry ground. Shedding my robes, a pictured rush of white silk to pale marble, porcelain curves are submerged in the lapping tongues of the hot pools, the pound of the waterfall a drumbeat in my ears, demanding my heart follow its heavy pace. Voices, the tinkle of sweet lilting conversation settles an undertone to the melodic water, and my ears prick in blatant curiosity at the sound of the Primale’s name*


<<I do not think I can do it. He wanted me not, he did not desire me enough to finish within me, he…left. How will my appearance persuade him to resume his duties? I am more in a position to incite him to remain alone. He has locked us out. I think none will be able to breach the walls>>*a tremulous voice…Ophelia. The female he had taken when I had come upon them. My growl is a low rumble that ripples across the surface of the water, a throb in my fangs signalling their feral lengthening hidden as I submerge in the crystal clear depths. They think to lure the Primale from his fortress? Offering themselves on naked platters to his hungers? He will not fall for it. Or mayhap he will, and he will take them all over and over and over again, starved of what he has denied himself, too gorged on the satisfaction of ridding me of my life to venture from his palace within our hell. My face breaks the surface in a gasp of air, curls plastered to my head, the darkness as deep on the surface as it was at the bottom of the pools. Unchanging even with the light. But their chatter is a constant, the worry in their voices innocent but naively optimistic as they run through their mission plan. It’s laughable, as bad as some of my first attempts at vengeance, but they have something to aid their seduction, that my plans never had…the key. The Directrix medallion is being fawned over by a gaggle of them, their presence in the water causes ripples and waves, alerting me to their locations and helping me move into their conversations, hands reached out to brush a slender shoulder, the wet fall of hair*


<<Serhenity…>> Forgive me, Sisters, I was merely curious…and…I find I do not care to be alone…*A lie. The Directrix’ departure had unleashed a wave of rule breaking. No longer caring, I bathed where I wanted, said what I pleased. Lied.*<<You are ne’er alone, sister mine. We seek ways to pull the Primale from his depression. He will attend to none of us and meet with no one. We have the key, but will only find ourselves dismissed, we fear.>> *different voices all vying to inform me* <<And I do not want to enter again.>> Why must it be you who enters? *She falls silent, none speak for a few dull rushing beats of the waterfall, and then…* <<We all have come upon him before. He knows us by scent now, but with Ophelia, he did not complete the ritual. We believe he will be more open to one he has not fully claimed.>> He has not claimed me. I have no beauty to praise him with, nor sight with which to appreciate his Grace, but he has not had me. And the sacred hooding will conceal my disfigurement from his vision…if Ophelia truly fears being beneath him, I will take her place. I will take his brutality.


 *A buzz of warring lyrical voices, protesting my spoken vision of myself with compliments I do not deserve, some defending his ‘brutality’, some affirming it. But not one speaks the words that would refuse me from taking the place of a beloved sister. They all fear his mood now, I sense it, it is a darkness that hangs over the Primale’s Temple, a tension that makes them nervous and afraid, and unwilling to submit themselves to the violence they know him capable of. They had the key, and I needed to get close to him, the blade, concealed in the folds of my robes never left my side. I’d need it when they delivered me to him. And they would. They needed only my consent. I offer it again, lips wetted with a stroke of my tongue* I will go unto him, and bring him back to you, Sisters…*I will go unto him, and the Primale will fall before me* 

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*Now I am the one shifting nervously in the drape of diaphanous robes. I had asked for a moment alone. Partly to compose myself and prepare myself for what I was about to do…but mainly so I could fasten the blade to my skin in a bind of silk without my sisters coming upon the weapon. They could not suspect anything was amiss or I will lose my chance at this. They had fluttered about me for an age, washing me once all were in accord that I would represent them in their mission to release the Primale from his seclusion, preparing me with buffing salts and scented soaps, until I felt shiny and smooth and smelled like the gardens. I did not feel like me as they fussed, brushing out my curls until they dried in a cluster on my head, spirals and waves of silk a haphazard mop…that would eventually be covered with the hood, so I knew not why they bothered. But every inch of me is cleansed and purified and anointed for his use…The Primale. A small part of me hoped I would be used, that he would touch me…but it was stamped upon by a fierce raging sense of betrayal and hatred that stemmed from the dark recesses of a soul unloved. It does not make sense. How intensely I feel anything in regards to the Primale, but the emotions are undeniable in their strength and drive me onwards, to sit through the pampering rituals of purification, and now…to wait. The darkness closes in on me, a blacker night than has ever been in my blindness, the very air encasing me in the chill radiating its glacial fury from the Primale’s temple. It is no wonder none dare step foot within it, the very space around it freezes upon contact and the silken sweeps of my robes can do nothing to fend off the cold*


<<Sister, are you ready?>>*the hand on my elbow guides me forwards as I dip my now hooded head, the material stifling, encasing, terrifying, in a nod, bare feet melting the layer of ice on the marble as I take the steps necessary to ease me through the crack they had opened in the door. Once inside….I will be alone. Only the dagger to my skin to aid me in my mission of revenge. My doubts trouble me, they skip a stumble into my step, a falter in my reserve, a hitch in my breath and have my hand stroking the hilt of the blade through my robes*<<Be not afraid, sister mine. You do the Chosen a great service in your sacrifice. The rewards will be bountiful for you think only of the Race. You think only for your sisters….>>*I cannot see her smile, but I feel it, the warmth on my cheek…soon disappearing as I gather icy air into my lungs and step through into glacial darkness. The door clicks closed, a snick to my hearing and my senses flare wide. Something in me cowers, the submissive inclination drilled into us from birth recognising the danger of a warrior male in a lethal mood. Instinct senses the predator and as I take a step, fighting to keep my hands from feeling the way, I can only cling to the wrath coiling my gut into a knot of growls and wait for the perfect moment to strike* 

Blind Obsession

{The heavy door to the King's study swings shut behind me, the golden retriever's tail beating out a welcome against Wrath's massive, leather bound calf, acknowledging the presence of a fellow animal in the room. Wrath, inked forearm muscles flexing as he slow rotates the dagger letter opener in one hand, gets straight to the point with a growled enquiry <<It's done?>> Yeah {The head nod a redundant gesture to my sightless brother, but the King's other senses are honed to a fine point, head jerking in the direction of the black duffle as I let its heavy contents slide down from my shoulder to plant on the fancy-ass aubusson rug} <<What you got there, V?>> {his lips curveinto a cruel smile} <<You take a trophy? The Primale gonna mount that bitch's head on a spike for all the Chosen to see?>> {barking laughter into the hushed opulence of the room, gloved hand scrubbing at my nape, diamond eyes lifted to the King as I shake my head} And that, my Lord, is why you are the fucking King, true..<<Fuck, V, I miss the old days...>> {with the exhaled poignancy of Wrath's words the laughter peters out of the room and we fall into a weighted silence} Can I ask you something, Wrath? {a curt nod spills the waistlength fall of the King's hair over mammoth shoulders} <<Shoot>>... What was it like? When the lights went out.... {black eyebrows sink down behind the wraparounds, a warrior hand dropping from the ornately carved arm of the hulking throne to stroke George's flank, then Wrath pushes up to the full 6' 9" of his imposing height, making every inch and more of that royal presence felt as he rounds the desk to square up, getting all up in my space, nostrils flaring, inhaling deep, voice a resonant growl} << Jesus...Christ, V...you've bonded with her, haven't you?>> {Flinching at the verbalised truth of it. No fucking words necessary, no escaping the scrutiny of the blind King's heightened senses...no fucking denying that dark spice breaking out of my skin even now, just thinking her name...yup...vampires were animals alright, and there were some instincts not even the smartest brain could override...no half measures, when a warrior bonded, shit went down hard, fast and aggressive, like fucking industrial grade superglue} <<So you go to herl. You mate her. The Scribe Virgin can find herself another Primale. She hard-wired the goddamned biology, she can deal with the consequences>> {Man, I counted the King among my few friends, but this show and tell shit was awkward as hell, feeling my skin shrinking, recalling the last time Wrath and I cozied up for a little heart to heart..that was over a century ago and after nine bottles of whiskey. Fuck, my brain still hurt just thinking about the hangover} She won't have me. Not now. Not after... {Feeling Wrath's meat hook hand curl around my bicep, the flat of a palm slapped down hard over the Brotherhood scar in my chest} <<You feel that, V? That flow? Those violent territorial urges? A bonded male doesn't just let that shit go>> {Unless he dies...the last part of the accepted lore goes unsaid, and the hard core truth of it is crippling, a tangible weight hanging from my body, the Primale medallion slung like a noose around my neck} She is blind Wrath. Because of my epic fuck up. I paraded around my preference for her, I rubbed the Directrix' nose in it, for fuck's sake. I threw away the damn temple key. I heard her screams, Wrath. I clawed at that fucking locked door. And I couldn't help her. Sixteen languages, an IQ out of the fucking ballpark and my accursed legacy {voice cracking, landing my gloved fist on the King's shoulder} and I still couldn't stop this thing...mea fucking culpa, true {Wrath's massive palm closes around the leather fist connecting with his shoulder and 
my brain lights up, flickering with grainy glimpses of the past, a pretrans boy, screaming, nails scrabbling bloody at the locked door of 
the crawl space in which he is trapped, forced to watch, utterly helpless as the light fades from a father's eyes...the King's voice drops 
a couple of octaves to a deep gravelled whisper} <<Something my shellan taught me, V. Can't undo the past, but you can refuse to let it rule your future. This shit was not your fucking fault V. Not. Your. Fault.>>


{I'm gagging for a fucking drink as I take my leave from Wrath's office with his words ringing in my ears. Make that several...bottles...
Instead, I find myself crossing over once again to the Other Side, wearing just a muscle shirt and leathers hanging low on my hips, the black duffle slung over one heavily defined shoulder. Taking form in the walled courtyard of Corinthian columns, the crystal fountain tinkling to pristine marble, the rainbow flutter of the Scribe Virgin's birds twittering on the branches of the white-blossomed apple 
tree like demented extras from a Snow White animation. As though nothing had changed...frustration a deep rumbled growl in my throat, top lip curling off feral canines. Truth was, things would never be the fucking same... haunted diamond eyes dragged from the windowless expanse of the Temple of Sequestered Scribes. God, my body's pull toward that female, the primal urge to hunt her down, is a force of nature, stronger than fucking gravity. Closing a tight fist around the hilt of the black dagger in my hand, the Directrix' blood dried to a rusty smear on the steel, arm cocked back to drive the blade hilt-deep, delivering it right to the rotten heartwood of that fucking tree. Perpetually in blossom, never bearing fruit... like the Chosen, like this poisoned hell cloaked in heaven's clothing...forehead ground to the gnarled bark, the trunk still shuddering with the force of the dagger's penetration, scattering the birds to the sky in an explosion of color. The bitch was dead and with her died any sense of purpose to my fucked up existence. The vengeance was the easy part. Few things more aggressive or dangerous than a bonded male. The deep-ingrained, possessive cravings were a whole 'nother ball game. Dumping the duffle unceremoniously at the foot of the tree, laden with the Scribe Virgin's stolen jewels, all save a handful of rough cut emeralds that filled my pockets... later, when I had locked myself into the darkened solitude of the Primale temple, I would feel their jagged facets cut into my flesh, I would bleed for the Chosen. Crimson tears my eyes were incapable of crying. It's true what they say about possession. All you are unable to give possesses you....and I am a male possessed. I would find a way to get to her, and set shit to rights, once and for fucking  all, true}