Mirror, tell me something

by Arei-The Peridot Dragon

MAJOR edits done as of 01/23/2019. - All of the other Chosen knew that she was someone's 'Mirrored image'... Literally running into the male in question whilst she had been out on patrol had caused her to panic... Fair warning! TAG's: B-Mod, Bondage, Dom/Sub, Mind Control, Oral, Rape, Transformation, Torture, Violence, Size-kink, temp-Character Death mostly PWP ..

One-shot story with an original character based upon stories posted by fractalserpent and HopeofDawn's regarding the long-running crossover RPG called Multiverse Haven. I fell in love with a number of their works and got the go-ahead to post this story with an Original Character being thrown into the mess, you can find their works on Archive of Our Own. Thank you so much to fractalserpent and HopeofDawn, who have also done a light-beta read through.

Also I do not own any of the LoK characters or over-verse characters idly mentioned in this one-shot. Only Kay is mine. I make no money on this story.

Title of the story is based on the song Mirror Mirror from RWBY, White's trailer song. Do not own. Is a wonderful series.

Fair warning! TAG's: B-Mod. Bondage. Dom/Sub. Mind Control. Oral. Past Rape. Discussion/recollection of prior Rape incident. Dubious Consent/Near Rape situation. Temp-Character Death/Transformation. Torture. Violence. Size-kink. Blood-drinking (Vampires, duh!) This is VERY NSFW and far more violent than my other stories in that aspect. You have been warned. :D

-Bows- Please enjoy!

MAJOR overhaul of this is now finished. Also working on another chapter as well with Raziel, so please stay tuned! ^.^

A/N 02/08/2018; someone PM'd me pointing out a few things, including the fact that some sections, such as thoughts, weren't properly italicized. Fixed! If anyone else sees any errors or anything else, please let me know! Constructive criticism is always appreciated!

A/N: 01/23/2019: a few additional fixes to spelling and grammar done, as well as some scene fixes for continuity since I am working on that sequel with Raz. Thank you again all for your time!

:-D

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Kay was not having the best of days.

As she currently had a pair of large, sharp-taloned hands holding her in place, one wrapped firmly around the upper part of her left arm and the other resting on her shoulder, it wasn't that hard to figure out why. Mind you, the male's grip wasn't overly painful even when one discounted the fact that her shoulder had been dislocated recently. Regardless, even the slightest amount pressure made the joint ache fiercely. The only thing that kept her from attempting to pull free was the knowledge that the male in question was actually trying to help her with her injury.

The male's hands abruptly twisted and then tugged. Said movements were done with a well-practiced, experienced air of nonchalance as he forced the limb back into its' proper alignment.

Kay bit deep into her lower lip in order to contain a reflexive cry of pain. A dull, aching relief filled her a moment later. A strained, growling sigh escaped her lips. Ow. Just ow. That had been unpleasant. She reached up to rub at her shoulder, knowing that the area would soon swell and/or show signs of bruising, and froze when her fingers brushed against sharp talon-tips. Dammit. The throbbing ache had distracted her from the fact that, for some strange reason, he had not as of yet released her arm.

Indeed, those taloned hands remained firmly around her arm in an inescapable hold. If the woman made the mistake of trying to pull free, well... her efforts would prove to be fruitless. The disparity of physical strength between the pair was far too great. Indeed, even though the woman had learned dozens of spells over the years thanks to the 'kindly' intervention of the 'Powers That Be' of Haven, her magical skill would have availed her naught against one such as him. She'd already learned that much in the past hour alone.

Neither of the pair thought kindly of said 'Powers' for they were, overall, an annoying lot. 'Led' by a being known as Q (even though Q had merely acted as 'The Enforcer' in the beginning) the Powers oversaw and supposedly protected those that they claimed were 'Chosen'. Said 'protection' mostly just came in the form of making sure they didn't kill each other. Admittedly, there were several Powers that proved to be friendly and in some cases quite helpful. Trust was another matter entirely. Some of the Powers were sadly just as clueless as the very Chosen that had been dropped into Haven. Literally in some cases. A handful of the denizens here had been thrown into Haven by the very scruff of their necks. Given such means of arrival to the odd little world... well, it was no wonder that relations were strained and oft times outright hostile between the two groups.

And Kay's own arrival? Yeah, she'd been one of the those literally dropped into the odd pocket realm. Q himself had been the one to bring her to Haven too. 'Special treatment'. No only that, but he'd thought it good fun to drop her into a lake, drag her out by the ankle, do something to her that apparently 'prevented her from aging or getting pregnant' without her permission ('to avoid unnecessary distractions'. His words, not hers...) and then had had the temerity to demand a 'thank you' from her.

A 'thank you'!

To say that Kay had been 'upset' would have been putting it mildly. Like calling a Ghost Pepper 'somewhat' spicy. She'd alternated between raging at the male for his asinine behavior and questioning her own sanity. Understandable given the situation. The near-omnipotent being was supposed to be nothing more than a story after all. Q'd silenced her with a wave of his hand and then had gone on to explain what it was that he wanted from her without even bothering to address or acknowledge the reasons for her ire. He hadn't cared. No. What mattered apparently was that there was an 'agreement' between her world and that of her 'Mirror's' world. He'd then gone on to give this grand little speech about the difficulties of arranging such a thing, what with the sheer number of layers of time and dimension that lay between said worlds, and all she could do was glare at him as he went on and on and on...

It had been fascinating. Truly. An absolutely riveting oration worthy of an Oscar...

Only one item of note had truly stuck out to her mind; that Kay would 'have to' submit to her Mirror in order to be 'Changed'. Otherwise, she would be left without the means and time needed to fix her own world. Her Mirror would then receive a gift to help his world in exchange. Something to recover from what was, essentially, a case of 'planetary cancer'. That pissed her off to no end. No one had consulted her on the matter. Her or her Mirror. It was simply something that was suddenly expected of them both. She was to do this and 'one other task' before being allowed to go back home like a good girl.

Her anger had reached new heights at that point. Her will was to be subsumed? She would be bound to some unknown individual that she didn't know? Didn't trust? As if hearing her thoughts, which he certainly could do if he really wanted to, Q had taken an almost perverse amount of pleasure in telling her just whom her Mirror was and she'd blanched at his words. Kay had known precisely whom it was that Q had spoken of. He was a thing of fiction back home, a story, just like Q. And there would be no way to defend against that one. Not as she was back then at least.

Still, to be told that she would have to bend knee to another being without so much as a 'by your leave'?

Perhaps angry had not been the right word.

Livid.

Outraged.

Infuriated...? Yes. Infuriated sounded just about right.

As soon as she'd been able to speak, she'd told Q off and turned to walk off. To be put through all of that for what seemed to be minimal rewards was, in her professional opinion, bullshit. She'd intended at that point to find a way back home and leave this strange fever dream of a world behind. Sadly her intentions had amounted to next to nothing. Rather than yell, or worse still given Q's many unique abilities, he'd offered up some rather enticing bait. Gift's of knowledge. Gifts of powerful magic. Higher magic. Mind you, that alone might have gained her grudging compliance, but there was one last thing that had guaranteed her consent to the entire affair. A single chance to regain that which had been lost to her quite recently. Something that had been precious beyond words.

In the end… well, how could she have refused such a thing?

After that, it simply became a matter of how and when to inform her Mirror. She had not wanted to tell him, not right away at least, as she'd wanted to keep some form of anonymity but Q'd had other plans. The blasted male had gone and announced to all and sundry that she was 'someone's' Mirror. The only positive side was that he had not mentioned just whose Mirror she was. Being outed her first day as a 'special case' certainly did not endear her to the other Chosen. Still, at least the person in question was a Vampire on top of being the opposite sex. She'd been immediately dismissed as 'just another walking blood bank' (her words, not his) and things were… preferable that way. Remaining out from under his radar meant that she had time to learn more about what is was that she'd been strong-armed into.

And so that's what she did over the years. At first, a few lengthy hours of research had been spent trying to find out just how much of said male's story was fiction versus fact. Preliminary investigation had confirmed her initial beliefs; that catching her Mirror's attention was, quite simply, 'A Bad Idea'. A skilled leader, a battle-mage, a hardened warrior... and a consummate sadist to top it all off. Beyond that aspect of his personality, there were his innate skills to consider. That ability to Teleport at will to places he'd been previously or within his line of sight would be... difficult... to counter. That Mist ability of his even more so. Especially on, well, misty or foggy days. Honestly, any defensive spell that she'd initially been able to think of... had a high likelihood of being ripped apart in seconds given the male's listed, and quite extensive, repertoire of advanced magics.

With that in mind Kay had simply decided that said male was to be avoided, at least until there was no other choice but to speak with him, and had turned her attention to the 'other' task that she'd been given.

A task that had, overall, proven to be a hell of a lot more complicated than she'd initially expected. Her task? To assist in restoring the balance and timelines of no less than a dozen worlds. Worlds whose time-lines had been made worse, in part, due to the Power's well-meant meddling whilst they worked to 'reboot' the Multiverse (which had already been in the process of collapsing) and save it from an 'unknowable' foe that was trying to help the collapse along.

Kay didn't know who said 'unknowable' foe was, but she had a sinking suspicion that it was the M Continuum. They were the counter-existence of the Q Continuum after all. What the Q wanted saved, the M wanted destroyed and vice versa. It wasn't an entirely unreasonable suspicion on her part either, but in the end, one could not control the unseen or the unknowable. One could only make plans with the knowledge that was on hand.

With that thought in mind, she'd started 'helping out'. Some tasks, corrections really, were simple enough. Others...?

Yeah.

Not so much actually.

Many of the Chosen had been myth and story to her, true, but the real story rarely 'followed the script' so to speak. She'd found that out merely by talking idly with the others from 'Earth/Gaia'; Ripley, Seras, Dante and even the dozen or so non-combatant Chosen. Everyone had similar legends, stories and myths, but there were differences to be found in said tales. Sometimes very blatant and obvious differences that completely changed how she had to approach a given situation. At the very least, Kay found that she could go to the other 'Earthling' Chosen before approaching someone to compare notes and get a better idea of how she might help said person whenever she was confounded by a situation. Hell, the Chosen that she usually went to in such instances could have helped out themselves, had they known about the knowledge overlap… and then been inclined to help in the first place that is.

Seras was still young. Eager even. As a former Police Officer-turned-Vampire that still diligently followed the motto of 'Protect and Serve', she would have assisted people upon her return to this particular 'Haven' had she but known 'how' to do so. (And yes, there were multiple Haven's.)

Dante...? Well, suffice to say, Dante'd had his own problems to worry about at the time given the difficulties caused by his dual nature.

Ripley...? Ripley was unique in that she didn't seem to care about anything except for a few, random seeming people. People that had nothing in common beyond the fact that, for one reason or another, she liked them. The Human-zenomorph hybrid was a confusing creature even during the best of times, but she was reliable ally to have. If you managed to earn her trust.

Then there were the aforementioned 'non-combatants'. They were, mostly, teenagers that tended to keep well away from the older, magically-inclined, Chosen simply because they were 'scary' or 'freaky' or 'weird'. No help was found there simply due to their skittishness.

Overall (and despite Q's little 'announcement') Kay had been able to work with both groups with (surprisingly) minimal complication. That she had a better idea than most of how one might set the other worlds back on track helped. Mind you, while not every problem could be outright fixed, they could at least be mitigated. So, she did what she could. She'd even received several 'rewards' in return for her efforts over the years.

First were the lengthy magical lessons from Loki. She received that as thanks for helping him surpass the Thanos-induced madness that had afflicted him even after his defeat at the Hulk's hands (said loss should have literally knocked the sense back into him). Then she received firearms and sword training from the rambunctious Dante after having aided the young half-demon male accept his demon blood and gain his 'Rebellion' demon-form. A form that was less 'bulky demon beast' (like the form he'd been taking whenever he lost control of himself) and more of a balance of his Human and Demonic forms. Following that had been hand-to-hand combat training (where she got her ass handed to her whilst Wesker snapped out disparaging comments about her inability to survive) from Albert Wesker whilst she subtly and carefully chipped away at the man's self-confidence regarding a separate aspect of his life. There was a need to make him question his 'parental role' when it came to one Sherry Birkin and just how important that roll actually was. The big issue was that he needed to stop being such a distant ass and actually pay attention to the girl's emotional needs and development rather than continue following his current parental mindset of 'you're fed, clothed, housed and alive, yes? Then stop bothering me'. During her teenage years, her emotional state was directly tied to the stability of the G-Virus in her body. IE; if she got super wigged out, like any teenager her age was wont to do, then the G-Virus had the potential to destabilize and, yeah, no one wanted to see the result of said Virus mutating the poor girl into an unstoppable abomination.

That last one had not been an easy thing to wrap her head around. Wesker being anyone's guardian had thrown her for a mental loop for days.

Sadly not everything went smoothly. How could it? The Law of Averages was a Multi-universal Law for a reason. As such, she was eventually 'found out' and subsequently kidnapped. In truth, it didn't matter how their enemies had found out about her, only that she was a tempting prize to obtain. And what had happened to her during the time she'd been captured... had not been pleasant in the slightest.

Onigumo, also known as the half-demon 'Naraku', had assisted the Hylden in capturing Kay. The Hylden were beings that served as Haven's Enemies' front line troops (Read; cannon fodder). All in return for their promised assistance in fighting another, far nobler, half-demon by the name of Inuyasha. Upon her capture, he had helped them rape her. Had helped torture her. Had tried to break her over of the course of several days. Thankfully, her captors had proven to be the especially arrogant sort and had made the fatal mistake of allowing her close to one of the small, magically-expanded, pouches that had been hidden amongst her clothes before they'd been torn off of her. Pouches that held hundreds of precious gemstones.

Now, one might have mistaken such gems as a form of currency or just pretty, yet useless, baubles.

One would have been wrong.

Very, very wrong.

Each stone had been charged with magic. Her magic. Mystical energy stored away for later use. It was a trick that she had learned from a girl, a Magus, named Rin Tohsaka. Unlike some spells, which could only be used whilst Kay was on Haven, Rin's particular branch of magic could be mimicked when Kay returned home. It might cost a pretty penny and take time to build up an appropriate arsenal, true, but it was a duplicable branch of the arcane.

Due to their error, the Hylden holding her prisoner had been dealt with within seconds of her touching a single gemstone despite her injuries and weakened state. Her rage then targeted Onigumo. She'd torn the pathetic half-demon's mind to shreds by the time she was done with him. Oh, her vengeance had been a cold and vicious thing to witness. Had anyone been alive to witness it... Q had actually been forced to alter the half-blood's memories when the 'cavalry' arrived on scene. For all his vileness, the male needed to be returned to his world (and time) both physically and mentally intact. In the end, the spider-demon would think it all just a bad and fragmented nightmare.

She, however, was forced to remember it all.

Kay took pride in the fact that she had not broken. Onigumo's rather pathetic attempts to mess with her mind had been just that; Pathetic. Loki's lessons had included more than a few tricks to protect one's mind from such an assault.

Now however? With her Mirror standing so close and his hands on her person? Well... she was willing to admit, silently, that she was afraid. Kay knew quite well that, if pressed, her Mirror could and would succeed where the Hylden and Onigumo had failed. After all, her Mirror was no lesser mage. Nor did she believe that he would be 'gentle' when testing her mental barriers. She was, in a word, well and truly 'fucked'.

How in the nine hell's did I end up in this predicament? she thought angrily to herself. Dammit, I really should have just stayed home today.

She contained a perturbed growl, mainly because it was a bad idea growling around a predator. Might give the wrong impression. She'd had three months (three months!) before she would have needed to reveal herself to him and now that time was lost thanks to Q's bizarre (and often horrid) sense of humor. Q adored playing 'pranks' on the denizens of Haven. Especially around April First or Halloween. He saw it as the perfect time to indulge in whimsy and levity and other fun things designed to make people 'laugh, smile and be happy'.

Yeah.

Suuuure.

Pull the other one while you're at it why don't you?

Q's latest (highly inopportune) April Fool's joke had been to gender-bend everyone residing upon Haven's soil at Twelve A.M. of said day. This wonderful 'jest' turned everyone, including Q himself, into what they would have looked like had they been 'born' the opposite sex. Fem-Dante. Male-Seras. Fem-Wesker. Etc., Etc.. So on and so forth, ad infinitum...

For Kay? The change had left her in a form that could have been mistaken for that of a younger sibling of her Mirror's Human-self. Not precisely the same due to genetic differences that simply didn't exist on her Mirror's world, but close enough. The dark brown hair, equally dark eyes and suddenly-masculine face that she'd been given had an obvious enough resemblance. If one knew what to look for that is. It helped that, ever since his Change, her Mirror sported silver hair and eyes that were blue-gold. The biggest concern, to her, was actually audible in nature rather than visual. Her voice had been altered to the point that she sounded very much like her male counterpart.

It didn't help that his was a voice that was easy to recognize.

Some chose to stay inside that day. Kay however, had decided venture out as she refused to cower in her own home for fear of being discovered by someone who wasn't even supposed to be on Haven at the time. There were things to take care of. Supplies to buy. A stint on patrol. Time did not stop moving just because Q decided to play a prank.

Well... technically speaking it could, just... not in this instance.

True, the male that she'd been concerned about had not originally been on Haven when the 'Prankster's Day' began. He'd merely found himself needing to return for additional supplies. Namely consumable weapons like the flays that he was so fond of.

Upon stepping foot on Haven's soil and seeing the results of said prank, he'd been sorely tempted to turn around and return to his own home-world without the additional, and much needed, supplies. A morbid sense of curiosity alone led him to question the denizens of Haven. Several of those that he had spoken to had been left understandably irritated by Q's 'prank'. Many more had hidden themselves away out of pure embarrassment. Others still vainly (openly) admired and showed off their 'alternate' forms. Last were the one's that had been living in Haven long enough to be… apathetic... about the entire thing. Those individuals had simply gone about their usual business as if nothing had happened in the first place.

The fact that so many chose to hide themselves had been the main reason that Kay had felt it safe to run her errands. When there were no mishaps whilst she was shopping, she'd simply dropped off her purchases and then taken up her usual patrol route afterwards. With nearly everyone native to her Mirror's home dimension back in said dimension... well, she'd considered the risk of her secret being revealed to be minimal.

It had been sound reasoning.

Hypothetically speaking.

In practice…?

Nooot so much...

Suffice to say, the end result of her little jaunt had been Kay literally running into her Mirror's form. Having been knocked on her ass, she'd rubbed at her head. It had felt like she'd run head-first into a damned brick wall. Standing, she'd been prepared to voice either an apology or an insult. It all depended on who she'd run into really. If it had been someone like Dante, then a semi-playful insult would be fine. Someone like Wesker? A stiff apology and nothing more.

And yet, any and all words had frozen upon her tongue when she'd looked up.

Said male's eyes had widened with surprise and no small amount of confusion when the Human that had barreled into him stood. The form and face that was revealed to him looked far, far too much like what he used to see in reflective surfaces during his youth. That confusion was rapidly followed up by a sudden flare of understanding. He'd opened his mouth to say something, to ask a simple question in truth, however the female-turned-male had moved before he was able to voice said question.

Kay's own eyes had widened in turn, but not in confusion. No, it was shock and no small amount of fear that filled her then. She'd frozen in place just long enough to watch the dawning realization pass across his face before she'd turned and fled from the area. Her only thoughts had been 'Not yet', 'Not now!' and 'Oh Shit!'.

In hindsight... that had been an incredibly foolish thing to do. She could have simply pretended to be one of the others. Perhaps even play the role of someone new to Haven. But nooooo... Kay had instead caught his attention, quite thoroughly and irrevocably, with that little ill-advised move.

During her flight she'd employed the use of Materia magic, Hastaga specifically, to enhance her speed. The spell had allowed her to avoid his pursuing form just long enough for it to change over to April the Second. Given that Q's prank had run it's promised course, her body was restored to its' natural state. Both immediately and Mid-Damned-Step. She'd stumbled from the extreme disorientation caused by the change, but had managed to roll with the momentum of her fall and get back on her feet swift enough to have made a Parkour Champion proud.

It also proved far easier to run in her natural form.

The more agile, female, frame was designed for speed. For skill. A dagger in the dark instead of the clunky broad-sword that the male-form had been. Her destination? A seemingly mundane bar. In reality, it was one of a dozen safe houses (not all of them were actual homes) that she'd bought or had built while on Haven. The other locations were hidden, obviously, but the bar itself was the closest secure location she could reach. The building had a number of spells, barriers and enchantments woven around it. These days, a lot of the Non-Com's ended up either there or in a bunker buried in the heart of the library (which itself was infested with monsters that got progressively stronger the deeper one went) as said locations had been modified to keep them safe during enemy attacks.

It was also the one place in the of Haven that could be considered a true neutral ground. Her Mirror would not be able to harm her there, nor would he be able to force information out of her. Verbal and clear consent had to be given for any magic, especially mind magic, to be used while within the building.

Sadly, even though she'd received rather extensive training over the years, she did not have a Vampire's, nor a demon's, enhanced hearing. As such, she'd blundered right into a hidden nest of slumbering Deathclaws. Monsters which were both strong and extremely resilient. Not to mention big. Very, very big. Despite their size, their coloring allowed them to conceal their hulking forms amongst the boulders, trees and debris of the forest. A blow from one of them had both dislocated her left shoulder and sent her flying into a large copse of trees. The impact had left her stunned and beasts surrounded her while she lay dazed. Kay had been able to slay the lot, despite the injury and disorientation, but the delay allowed her pursuer to catch up to her.

When said male casually stalked into the blood and gore soaked clearing, she'd automatically raised the strongest magical shield she knew. Keeping a nonchalant expression on her face was difficult given her injury, but she somehow managed. The taller male had paused long enough to examine the bulky corpses littering the area before his gaze landed thoughtfully on her own, wounded, form. She had squared her shoulders, in as much as she could anyway, and prepared herself to either run or fight.

"Given your form whilst under Q's magic, I would conclude that you are my Mirror, yes?" he'd asked in a low voice. "Might I inquire as to why you felt the need to flee from me so abruptly rather than engage in conversation?"

"I have no need to discuss my reasons for being in Haven for another three months," she'd responded, her tone blunt and a little resentful. "We can talk then."

She'd just barely managed to keep the 'Now kindly fuck off' comment behind her teeth. Voicing those words would have been foolish to the extreme.

By the darkening of his eyes, he'd been able to tell that she'd held her tongue. He'd then started to circle her shielded form, moving with a leonine grace that set her teeth on edge. Kay's heart had started to thud wildly in her chest. The rapid ta-thud-ta-thud beat practically screaming in her ears. Every instinct shouted that he was a predator and that she needed to get-away-get-away-get-away-now! She'd swallowed the fear down and held her ground.

"Very well. Off with you then. I will not give chase if you decide to leave..." he'd purred out in an almost mockingly sweet.

His words, and tone, had left her flat-footed. He would... let her go? Just like that? No further questions? No demands? Feeling decidedly on edge, she moved with him enough to keep him in her sight. Something had felt off and her focus had remained distrustfully upon his prowling form. He could easily say one thing and mean another, yet... it very much felt as if he hadn't finished speaking. His voice was genial but there was a peculiar, yet undeniably there, undertone that made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

It proved to be wise of her to wait. Said male had paused to idly examine his talons, as if her growing unease meant nothing to him, before he'd raised his golden-eyed gaze to her own. He'd then smiled. A white flash of teeth that was all fang and savage malice. A threat rather than a showing of humor. Despite that, he'd still somehow looked amused, perhaps even pleased, that she had stayed her ground.

With that look pinning her in place, Kay had been left with the distinct feeling that he'd expected her to bolt, having recognized the deadly focus of a predator that had set its' sight upon its' intended prey, and because of that she missed the signs of his amusement.

After all, when a predator that was likely to pounce at any given second it was best to look for those little signs of movement that gave away their intent. Only he was likely skilled enough to not have such tells.

Well shit, she'd thought when she'd realized that little fact.

"However," his purring tone changed into a low, clearly threatening, growl, "you had best understand that if you do choose to leave, I will see you three months from now and punish you for such a blatant showing of cowardice."

Kay's voice had locked in her throat and a small choked noise escaped her lips even as her eyes flew wide in shock. She was surprised, both at the blatant threat and the verbal blow to her pride. She was no coward! How dare he...?! Bristling in anger, she had been about to snap to tell him off.

Only he was not done issuing threats to her person...

"You will know nothing but agony as you are broken to my hand," he'd continued in a now cold tone, "especially since you are supposedly a reflection of myself. Perhaps when I am done."

He suddenly chuckled darkly.

"I might even Turn you," he said as he tilted his head. "All so that your punishment can begin anew once I am finished lessoning your foolish, Human, hide. One can endure so much more if Changed."

His voice trailed off and a soft, deadly rumble of sound had lingered in the air.

Kay knew, even if he did not, that being Turned was the goal. The method suggested however...? It was certainly not the best way to go about things. She wasn't sure if there even was a 'worse' way to go about things actually. That blatant threat to torture her to death, and then raise her as a Fledgling Vampire in order to torture her further still was damned convincing. And what then? What would happen when he was done? Would he end her existence for good? Allow her live but leave her with a shattered mind and body?

A shudder ran through her at that last thought. Losing who she was, forgetting who she was, was a terrifying thought indeed. Equally so was the thought of being trapped in a useless and broken body. Unable to act. Unable to move. Unable to be. Kay'd closed her working hand into a fist in an attempt to reign in both her anger and the growing fear that threatened to cloud her thoughts.

"I believe that I shall grant you until the count of ten to decide which course of action you will take. That seems fair, does it not?" his voice was a low, sharp-edged caress of sound.

She'd clenched her teeth and barely contained a fear-edged growl of frustration. There was no denying that he could do such a thing. Unlike the others who might issue empty threats, this male would have no problem turning 'word' into 'action'. The question here was; would he actually go through with it? And could she risk the chance that he was bluffing?

No.

In the end she couldn't chance it. Not when her Mirror was Kain of Nosgoth. A Vampiric Warlord that made Vlad the Impaler, Oda Nobunaga and Attila the Hun all look like tame and unweaned puppies in comparison.

Feeling stubborn, rebellious and more than a little pissed, she'd kept the shield spell in place up to the point that he'd reached the count of nine. At that point, she'd let out a muttered curse and dropped the shield. Wrapping her anger around her thoughts as readily as Kain's younger-self might have, had he found himself in a similar situation, she'd done her best to hide the growing fear beneath a razor-thin veneer of outrage. Bad enough that her scent was likely to give away her state of mind, showing said fear was not going to happen. Not if she could help it.

Rather than press for more information right away, he'd actually moved over to her side and had... assisted... her in setting her shoulder to rights. After ordering her to 'remain still' obviously. Still, it was not as if she had much of a choice in the matter any more.

And thus... her current predicament with said male's hands resting on her shoulder.

And it was such an amusing predicament too. To Kain at any rate. The tension along the line of the woman's body, the obvious confusion as to why he'd bothered to help her and those small fear-sparks dancing in her eyes were almost endearing.

"There. That was not so difficult, now was it?" Kain purred in a low voice. His tone could almost, almost, be called teasing. He started to test the mobility of her shoulder with a detached and proprietary air. "Now then... as I understand it, there is an agreement of some sorts between our two worlds, yes? Do explain little pup."

"I... Oh, very well," Kay responded. She winced when he moved her arm about and then let out a huff at the odd nickname she'd abruptly been given. "You are already aware that Nosgoth is dying, has been dying, since before the Power's even bothered to pull you and Raziel here."

Her words were blunt, but true. Hopefully he wouldn't become irate given she was stating the obvious. She shifted her arm subtlety as she spoke. A small, token attempt to free herself from his hold.

Golden eyes narrowed when the woman made her half-hearted bid to pull away and those sharp-taloned fingers flexed briefly around her arm in response. It was merely the slightest amount of pressure, yet it was a clear and not-so-subtle warning for her to remain still.

She huffed a second time and glanced toward the tree line when the effort proved to be as futile as she had expected.

"Even successfully freeing Raziel from the Reaver did not change that," she continued with another wince. "Nor can you defeat the Parasite that calls itself an 'Elder God' until after Raziel begins to pursue you throughout time. As I understand it, Nosgoth has been drained of nearly all of her souls by that point and a Planet's lifeblood is counted by the number souls found in said world's equivalent of the Spectral Realm. That Parasite long ago subsumed Nosgoth's natural Wheel in order to grow fat and bloated. He's rather like a form of cancer now that I think about it..."

Dangerously sharp talons trailed feather-light over her soft skin as he listened to the woman speak. A caress that was equal parts idle intimidation and dominance tactic. Her words were true, yes, but as she said he was already aware of the danger that Nosgoth faced. The delicate Balance that he had worked eons to maintain was... faltering. He'd been left grasping desperately at the falling sands of time to save both his world and his First. It was true that Raziel was safe from the Reaver, but the former? That danger was still very real. Kain would succeed in saving Nosgoth, and would accept nothing less than a total victory against his previously hidden foe, but how to do so was something that still eluded him.

He returned his attention to the woman in front of him and released her arm. How would she react now that she was free? Would she run despite his threat?

Perhaps… and yet perhaps not.

He'd already warned her of the consequences of that particular decision. He would not tolerate cowardice from any of his Children. Especially not from one who was supposedly his 'Mirror'.

With her arm free, Kay slipped the short-sleeved jacket back into place and rolled her shoulder carefully. The pain dulled to a low, yet constant, ache and she sighed. The shoulder would need a good healing spell soon. Leaving it alone would make it a liability that she couldn't afford in the long run, but casting any such spell right now would likely be viewed as an attempt to either attack or run. No, she'd wait until the situation changed enough for him to not view such a thing as a threat. Taking a slow breath to steady herself and conceal the pain, she continued to go over what she knew.

"What Nosgoth needs is the planetary equivalent of a blood transfusion," she said calmly, "and that is where my world, Gaia, comes into play."

"Mmm?" a single, rumbling hum escaped him, a noise that was more demand than query.

Kain eyed the slighter form before him, feeling pleasantly entertained. He had easily noticed the subtle shift in her scent earlier and that scent put lie to her calm facade as she spoke so seriously. Such an enticing thing; rage mixed with fear and discomfort. And from such a prideful little thing, too! Perhaps there would be some amusement to be found here alongside the information that she was providing.

"My world has the opposite problem; over-population," Kay said before pausing and letting out a frustrated sigh. "Although, perhaps I should also clarify a few things first. To start with, my world shuns Magic in favor of Technology. Most see Magic as archaic and borderline useless. It doesn't help that the Major Tomes of Arcana were lost when the Library at Alexandria went up in flames. All of our advanced spells were lost and then subsequently forgotten over time. The knowledge of how to maintain the natural balance of the world, too, was lost and we forgot that there was even a need to be mindful of such a thing, and... well, Humans ended up breeding like rabbits as a result."

"I find myself doubting that things are as horrendous as you are making them seem," he said, bemused. "Human cattle can be prolific and hardy despite their weak and fragile nature, but do things really warrant such an over-used saying as that?"

"There are over seven billion Humans on my world," her own expression became amused for a fleeting moment before darkening once more. "Far too many for Gaia to sustain properly."

Kain blinked in shock though his expression did not change otherwise. The sheer number she spoke of was quite the staggering thing to contemplate in truth. Seven billion? Was there really nothing to have kept the Humans in line? Nothing to keep 'Gaia's' Balance in check? No matter. Leaving the Humans to manage things on their own had clearly failed and in a rather spectacular fashion no less. No wonder the Powers had sought to intervene by bringing her here. As her world's Balance Guardian then... hn. Perhaps…?

Kay let out a huff of breath, amused by the open flicker of disbelief in his eyes. She idly pushed a loose strand of hair behind one ear with her good hand and started walking towards a cleaner part of the clearing. A spot that also benefited from being upwind from the bodies. Deathclaw corpses had a rather... unique... odor. They'd disappear in a few more minutes, but the smell always seemed to linger for hours.

"Gaia is willing to gift Nosgoth over three billion Human-level souls. The souls are currently within Her Spectral Realm," she said as she walked. "Once the transfer is done, the birth rates would drop as a result, however, the living number of Humans will still be too much for Gaia to support."

Admittedly Gaia could last for a handful of centuries rather versus the handful of years that one might assume she meant. Regardless, it was both more than enough time to fix things and yet, somehow, paradoxically, there was not enough time to correct the imbalance.

Not when one took into account that Human's had short life-spans even on her version of Earth.

"You have nothing to manage your kith?" Kain asked, moving to walk beside her and thus keeping the woman well within arm's reach. "That is unusual given what I have heard from the other Chosen. All of their worlds seem to at least have something to curb the folly of Humanity."

"It's obvious that you don't talk to the Non-combatant Humans," Kay responded with a bitter chuckle and shake of her head. She came to a halt, very much uncomfortable walking with him so close, and sighed. "To answer your question; no, we don't. And as of right now there is no way to restore the Balance of my world save perhaps a cataclysmic event that would have to be on such a scale that... Well, simply put; the cure would be worse than the disease."

Kay fell silent and contained a rather childish urge to curse. Angrily and vigorously. Like her Mirror, she had been a 'noble' yanked unceremoniously from a rather cushy life-style and forced into a role that she had neither wanted nor asked for. That she could do nothing to help what she thought of, rather possessively, as 'her' world beyond following the path that Q had put her on was galling. At least it hadn't been her world's 'Moebius' screwing her over or a 'parasite' eating up the planet's 'life stream'. No, it was just good old fashioned incessantly growing numbers versus increasingly limited resources.

A helpless sense of rage-filled frustration pulsed through her and she barely managed to contain another growl. Her hands closed into fists, one of which spasmed reflexively. Pain lanced up her arm making her wince and her thoughts briefly scattered. It was a distraction that was actually welcomed given her current mood. It helped her calm down.

Kain tilted his head thoughtfully as she spoke and a grim understanding filled him mere seconds later. He knew that look. That anger. It was the frustration born of one unable to save their world without risking it all in the same breath. The helplessness, too, was a familiar thing. As if one were nothing more than a pawn being moved about against one's will. Oh yes, her plight was painfully familiar to him. Not that he would ever voice said understanding.

That last bit of information though, was the largest piece to the puzzle that was 'Kay'. He'd suspected the truth when she'd started to explain the situation. Now that she'd finished, he knew precisely what it was that Gaia wanted in return for the boon of so many souls.

Ah, Free Will, he thought, bitterly amused. The faintest of bitter smirks curled his lips upwards, the greatest illusion of them all.

"Hn. Allow me to summarize then; your world has no superior predator species," he murmured, as if in contemplation, "and a culling of the herd is desperately needed to prevent the overuse of limited resources. You, however, are the linchpin of this little bargain yes?"

"Yes," she said. Hissed really. The sound was not unlike that of an angry cat. Bitterness laced her voice... and likely her scent for all that she knew. "Gaia wishes the 'careful introduction of an ideal predator species'. One that would not be put down easily. You and your kin are such 'ideal predators'. Minimal weaknesses and a hardy nature."

"Vampires do have weaknesses however," Kain pointed out in a dry tone. "Weaknesses that you seem to be well aware of at least. Tell me, how do you intend to manage the madness caused by the Hylden's curse?"

She waved her hand almost dismissively at his question, knowing that he was testing her knowledge of how things stood for both him and Raziel.

"Raziel and yourself were both purified of the corruption that affected the Vampires of your world. Q has also told me that your future Children will no longer become twisted beasts as they evolve," she said. She fell silent for a second before continuing in a far more hesitant tone. "The Elemental threats should have been nullified as well. I know that is true for Raziel, but I am... uncertain... when it comes to yourself. Mind you, I will not be testing that theory by throwing water at you. Or by doing anything else just as foolish."

"Wise," he responded darkly. He was moderately pleased by her knowledge. Though this was only the first test of many in truth. "Such a thing would not end well for you, even if your actions did not cause me harm."

"I might do foolish things on occasion," she said in a dry tone, "but that does not make me a fool."

"Mm, a fair enough statement. We can, all of us, be foolish on occasion," he hummed his agreement and there was a certain amount of dark humor in his eyes. "To conclude; your Gaia expects you to be Turned in exchange for the souls that would restore my Nosgoth back to... hn... 'good health' so to speak."

"That is my understanding, yes," she responded with a shrug. "Q may pontificate and spin distracting tales to evade the questions asked of him, but if and when he decides to give someone a straight answer, said answer is always true. Though sometimes it is not something that a person would like to hear."

"Hn," Kain nodded slowly. He'd found that to be the case as well whenever speaking to that particular Power.

It was both a strange and amusing now that he thought about it. His earlier threat to Turn her had been nothing more than idle intimidation. Most Humans could easily be frightened into submission with naught but a few well placed words. He'd had no real desire to actually Raise another Fledgling. Not until after he'd dealt with that bloated, false-god of a parasite at least. Now that he had more information regarding this supposed 'agreement' between their worlds...?

Well, that is the crux of the matter, now isn't it? he thought to himself. Another preoccupied hum escaped him.

Kay eyed him warily, trying to discern the male's current mood. Plotting? Calculating? Evaluating perhaps...? Whatever it was he definitely looked lost thought, probably mulling over the information that she'd shared. Another might think to take this time to escape whilst he appeared distracted, but she had the feeling that he was still paying attention to her every move. She leaned back against the trunk of a rather large tree, she'd like to avoid having something sneak up behind her, crossed her arms and settled in to wait.

The woman's choice to remain where she was did not go unnoticed. He was pleased by her restraint, but quickly dismissed her movements (or lack thereof) as he thought of how best to proceed. Dealing with another whelp in exchange for such bounty would not be that great a hardship. Not only that but, as a nigh-on immortal Vampire, the woman would find it easier to restore the Balance of her world. And there was an enticing thought... One of his get ruling another world? Indeed, if he Turned her now while he was at full strength, then the woman had the potential to become as strong as Raziel. Given the woman's natural prowess, she might even become as strong as Kain himself if given the time to grow.

Bitterness abruptly flashed through him like a lightning bolt and a soft, discontented rumble filled the air.

Time...

It always came down to Time didn't it?

Several factors had become apparent when it came to the disparity of power between his Children and the eventual limitations inherent in their respective evolutions. Some of it was simply due to their unique natures, but Kain knew that the primary reason that his Sons had differed so in power (even as Fledglings) had been because of simple bull-headedness. His bull-headedness. He had raised them all within five years of each other and had only later learned that he should have spaced out their Turnings over a far, far greater period of time.

Kain had learned this truth whilst critically observing each of his Sons as they had raised their own progeny. Turning a Child was a major drain upon both one's magic and one's soul. As such, each of his Children's First 'born' had been the strongest of the lot, yet those Turned too close to their immediate elder proved to have not even half of the strength as the former and those who had a more sizable 'age' difference between them tended to be stronger. Through careful observation he had eventually determined that a full century between Raisings was the ideal. Half or even a quarter of that if, and only if, one found themselves pressed for troops.

His son's had believed him to be watching merely to ensure that they did not fail in their own efforts to raise their 'children'. Kain had done nothing to dissuade them from said assumptions. No, he had merely ensured that his own error was not repeated. Sadly it was a miscalculation that his poor, dear Melchiah and all of his Sixth Son's progeny had been the ones to suffer the most for.

All for the sake of Pride...

"What boon are you to receive for your 'willingness' to go along with this?" he asked abruptly, mentally shaking away the melancholy thoughts plaguing him. Dwelling on a past he could not afford to change did no good. "The way you speak makes it plain that this is Gaia's ultimate goal, not your own."

Perhaps it was jealousy that made her jaw clench at his question, but Kay remained sullenly quiet for several moments after he spoke. If pressed for the truth behind her now very foul mood, she'd not have been able to give a definitive reason for it, yet there were two items that could have been the cause. The first was that Kain had kept his autonomy after being Turned by Mortanius, despite Moebius' subsequent machinations to herd said male's steps. Thus, Kain had had no Sire to dictate his movements. Kay… might not be allowed to have such a luxury. Kain also had Raziel, free of the Reaver and at his side once more. Even if their relations were strained, he still had the dark-haired male returned to him.

His Lover. His Right-hand and Sword. His most valued and beloved First Lieutenant.

Nevertheless... he'd only accept the truth and would know if she tried to lie to him at this point. Too bad there was no easy way to conceal her pain.

"I... have my own version of Raziel. His name wa... is... Raphael," grief locked her throat for a moment. Only for a moment. Tears most certainly did not prick at her eyes. Nor did her expression briefly flicker to one of pure sorrow. She'd deny it vehemently if either were to be pointed out. "My husband, who was the only male to have ever proven worth my time, is... currently... dead."

Kain blinked and tilted his head at the small, half-hidden flickers of emotion passing over the woman's face. Another hum escaped him. The woman would have been unable to tell if it had been a sound of surprise... or perhaps something else? A small glimmer of understanding perhaps? Either way, he now knew why she would agree to such a thing, even if it meant binding herself to another, to him, for an undetermined amount of time.

"I see. An enticing carrot indeed," he murmured eventually, understandingly.

And he did understand. How could he not? Had he not taken great risks to save Raziel? Risking Nosgoth itself in the process?

He started towards her suddenly, movements leonine and graceful as he eyed her form. This was not the previous wariness of a hunter waiting to see if its' prey had claws and teeth hidden away, but the air of one whom was examining a Prospective Childe. Would she even be worth the time and effort? Deserving of his consideration? Should he simply Turn her and be done with it, wiping his hands of her the second the deed was said and done and leave her to make her own way as he had been forced to do?

Perhaps... and again, perhaps not.

Kay remained wary and raised a brow at the blatant examination of her person. She knew that she had a light build, almost dainty and fae-like despite the visible, yet lean, muscle that was covered by the seemingly skin-tight clothing hugging her form. While fair of face and form, she could have easily been dismissed for just another pretty face amongst the large crowd of pretty-looking Chosen. She could have remained unnoticed indefinitely had she wished. Point in fact, she had done so until Q forced her hand with his prank.

She was no un-skilled waif.

"So you claim that your… husband's... rebirth is your only concern?" he asked blandly. "You do not hide behind more altruistic reasons? Righteous, Divine-seeming claims?"

"No," Kay responded with a huff of exasperation. "I'm a selfish creature and I am not afraid to admit that. Besides which, recorded history tends to show that many 'righteous crusades' were led by people who have greedy natures. 'I want your land and resources' becomes an excuse for a Holy War far too often. Why would I hide behind pretty, illogical lies that anyone with half a brain could see through?"

"Hn," Kain inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment of her words. "A fair enough assessment."

"Thank you," she responded with a faint smirk. Her expression grew pensive. "I'll admit that the knowledge that I am my world's Balance Guardian does affect that choice, but only somewhat. I do wish to set things to rights if possible."

His brow arched questioningly. She had just admitted to doing things for her own, selfish reasons after all. Why then would she say that she cares, even remotely, about 'setting things to rights' as she so eloquently put it?

"Not for others, nor out of some misguided since of honor and nobility," she said with a wave of her hand when she saw his face and interpreted his silent question. "For me. It is my world. My Gaia. Why be the Guardian of Ashes when I have the chance to reside over something alive and vibrant?"

"I see," he said and a huffing breath of laughter escaped him. That kind of possessiveness he understood quite well. "Do you think it will be a simple matter to change things then?"

"'Simple'?" Kay echoed with a blink. She shook her head a moment later. "Yes and no. Integrating a vampiric species into a world that has advanced tech available to the general populace will not be 'easy'. However... people do have a habit of believing that which they wish to believe. They would likely pass off any preternatural activity as 'fake'. I'll just use that to my advantage."

"Fair enough," he said with a nod. "Human's do have a rather deplorable habit of acting like mindless sheep."

"Mmm," she shrugged her good shoulder after a moment. Can't be offended if it's true. "At any rate, I wish my husband returned to my side while I deal with this damnable mess put before me and I will get what I want."

"Hn?" golden eyes narrowed on her and he hid a vicious smile behind one wide talon.

The blatant statement regarding her desires, as well as that absolute surety that she 'would get what she wanted', was an amusing thing to hear. Especially when one considered just whom it was that she was speaking to. Kain himself was no 'Hero' to rush in and save the day. Not unless there was something to be gained for his efforts in the process. That the woman seemed to have a similar enough mindset amused him greatly.

"Your plans have some merit to them," he said suddenly in a tone that bordered on being outright condescending. "If your world's technology is similar to some of the things that I have seen here on Haven, then you are wise to realize that it will be no small challenge. You are aware that you would need to focus on stealth, politics and intrigue above all else, yes? If I understand your needs correctly that is."

"You do have the right of things," she said with a nod, though her eyes narrowed at his tone, "though I am fully aware of what it is that I need to focus on."

She'd easily picked up on the condescension in his tone and, though she tensed in anger, she did not quite snap at him as she might have another of the Chosen. Kain was not the type to hide his opinion and she knew that her own skills at manipulating the events around her was eons behind his own.

"Tell me more about this 'plan' that Q spoke of," he ordered abruptly, voice sharp and cold.

It was best to find out if she had the ability to obey his commands now rather than later. He had no need for a sycophantic, nor an overly recalcitrant, fledge after all.

"Ah hell, why not?" she muttered after a tense moment of silence. Kay knew what he was doing and didn't like it. Still..."I was to have thirty years total spent both on Haven and other worlds to gain greater battle expertise. More importantly, I needed the time to learn how to manage a large number of people schooled in different fields of said expertise."

"I see. You needed to learn both the basics of High Magic and combat as well as the ways of a skilled leader and tactician," Kain summed up thoughtfully. "However, that does not explain how you managed to conceal your nature from me. Nor does it explain why your mind did not snap whilst you were a 'guest' of our Hylden foes."

"And that was why I chose to help Loki first," she answered with a smirk, feeling more than a little smug. "There was always the possibility that I'd be found out or caught by an enemy force. As such, I planned for that potentiality becoming reality. Loki is oft known as 'Loki of the Silver-Tongue' for both his skills in politics and his finesse at trickery without outright lying. He is also highly proficient in Mind Magics and is as old, if not older, than yourself even though he doesn't look it. I learned both offensive and defensive mental skills from him. That very tutelage is what helped me keep my mind, and the knowledge that I hold, safe. Neither Onigumo nor the Hylden could breach my defenses."

Kain 'hmmed' softly at the woman's prideful smile. While the Hylden were a numerous foe, only two of those had ever proven to be a threat to him when it came to mental magic. Both had been summarily dealt with. He'd not encountered this 'Onigumo' person himself, but if Kay had been able to defeat him with what middling skills available to her, then said individual was obviously not worth his consideration.

"Loki's tutelage was also how I managed to keep the lot of you in the dark as to who my Mirror actually was," she finished, her smirk widening for a moment in a brief flash of white. Had she fangs, they would have glistened sharply in the moonlight. "You."

"Hm," he hummed thoughtfully and allowed her that additional bit of smugness without rebuking her for baring her teeth to one such as he. "Most had assumed that your Mirror was counted amongst the female populace."

"Most assumed incorrectly," she responded with an amused and self-satisfied huff. Really, had she been inclined to mischief, the sheer amount of trouble that she could have caused over the years given people's habits of making incorrect assumptions was a staggering thing to contemplate. And yet it was amusing. Horrendously so.

Dante alone could give her fodder for such mischief for days on end.

He inclined his head in a small nod. The woman had been here for several years without her secret being revealed. In truth, the woman had done quite well in manipulating the perceptions of Haven's residents. Himself included.

"Is your name even 'Kayla'?" he asked, feeling oddly curious all of a sudden.

Now that he knew more about her, the name that she went by seemed… inaccurate. Still, what's in a name? A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet... and still had thorns to prick at unwary fingers.

Kay smirked and crossed her arms over her chest. Rather than answer, she merely raised a brow at him. That he had asked meant that he was closer than most in sussing out the truth. If Kain was as clever as his story alluded to, then he would soon realize that she had only ever told the other Chosen on Haven that they 'could call her Kay' when she introduced herself, not that 'her name was Kay'. With such a carefully worded introduction, everyone had assumed that her name was 'Kayla'. She had done nothing to correct said assumption as time passed. Nor has she ever responded directly to 'Kayla' either. Point in fact, she usually reacted just as she did now; with a raised brow, crossed arms and an outright predatory smirk. Some even took said smirk to mean that they had offended her. The resulting apologies and/or tail-tucked attitudes that followed were a great source of entertainment for her.

Kain own brow rose at her continued silence and he idly noted that her smirk was a mirror of his own whenever he felt a strong sense of self-satisfaction, only on softer and fuller lips. He also recalled the rather humorous reactions that occurred when others had called her 'Kayla'. He chuckled a moment later when he abruptly realized what her continued silence meant. The woman had been using distraction tactics all this time, even with regards to something as simple as her name.

"I see. You've only ever truly responded to 'Kay' when called upon, haven't you?" he tilted his head and tapped his chin lightly before nodding. "A clever little diversion tactic."

"So very glad to hear that you approve of my methods," she responded dryly.

It took a bit of an effort to not roll her eyes. As if she needed his approval. Hmph.

The dry, nigh-on sarcastic response to his compliment, a rare thing indeed for one to receive, made his eyes narrow. A brief warning-growl escaped his lips at the woman's irreverent tone.

"Careful pup," he warned in a low voice before he continued to speak thoughtfully. "That you respond to 'Kay' is the clue. Given your own admitted habit of 'honesty', you would not respond nor introduce yourself as 'Kay' if it were not at least a portion of your true name. Tell me; what is your name then? I would know the truth from your own lips."

She let out a huff of breath and looked away from him, tucking her chin close to her throat at the warning-growl. To a Human, it would have been a sign of submission or avoidance. To a Vampire however? Well, she'd read up on his kind. His Nosgoth. She knew that she was being not-so-subtlety defiant.

Would he realize that though? Hopefully not for some time.

Another low growl escaped him. The woman was Human, and just like any Human she could be foolish, but he did not think her actions a showing of blatant and ill-advised rebellion. No… something else came to mind when she'd ducked her head so.

"Do not think that you can lie to me woman," he snapped.

Not thought to be defiant but instead thought to be an attempted liar, eh? Well then, that was better than she had expected given her studies. Best to answer him as if she had been about to lie then, or at least as if she'd been planning to be evasive. Yes, that would be best. Kay allowed a faint blush to stain her cheeks and moved away from the tree in a seemingly uneasy manner, only taking a few steps before stopping and fidgeting from foot to foot. It honestly didn't take much to feign being embarrassed by his line of questioning. Whatever Fates there were had a strange sense of humor indeed...

"...add an 'ne' to the end…" she muttered eventually.

The almost shy demeanor had him on edge and ready for some bit of trickery. When she finally spoke however he was thrown off guard. For all of a moment that is.

Add an 'ne' to the end of what...? Wait. Ah. Perhaps that was what she meant? If so then... oh... oh, how very amusing! A low laugh rumbled through the clearing like roiling thunder as the last puzzle piece clicked neatly into place.

"'Kayne'," he said. "Your name is 'Kayne'."

"It is," she said, voice still pitched low enough to be considered sullen.

He started to circle her again, still chuckling at her admission.

"It is no wonder then that you encouraged such perceptions regarding your person," he said. His tone was filled to the brim with good humor. "Your name alone gives up the game before it has even begun!"

"Indeed," Kay grumbled. She slashed her hand downwards in a cutting gesture and her tone returned to normal. "But remember that I have never lied to you or any the others about my name. I might omit things, but never have I lied. Far too many do not take well to falsehoods and some can even use one's words to entrap the liar. If I was to receive training from multiple people whilst also endeavoring to fix the Gordian's Knot that the Power's have made of things, then I needed to ensure that my word could be trusted above all else."

"Hn," he said. He moved his hand, a simple gesture for her to remain still, and then moved behind her. "Given the temperaments of many whom reside here, such care with word and deed was prudent of you."

Another test? she thought warily as she noticed his sudden gesture.

Kay shifted her head and eyed him from the edges of her vision and altered her stance slightly a second later. Other than those small movements, she remained fixed in place but it was painfully clear that she was ready to dodge forward or to the side if need be. She would not be taken off guard by an unexpected attack.

Even from behind the woman was a pleasant enough creature to look at. Kain moved closer still and his hand passed, without touching, over the line of her spine as he examined her form. The ready tension in her shoulders. The subtle shifting of her feet. All this and more showed that her time training had been well spent. Still, that did not mean that she was ready, nor willing, to bend knee to him. That she had moved at all was a testament to that fact. If he was to Turn her, and then spend time honing her skills further still, then that was a lesson that she needed to learn and learn swiftly.

His word, his will, was Law and he had signaled for her to remain still.

The desire to demand that he cease circling her was a powerful one and biting words lay unspoken just on the tip of her tongue. Did he have to prowl about so? What was his game? She was left feeling nervous. And angry. Not a good combination. Rather than say anything though, and potentially piss him of in the process, Kay merely crossed her arms back over her chest. He was close enough to lay her out on her ass before she could blink, so it was better to remain silent for the moment. See how things played out so to speak.

Swallowing one's pride was no easy thing to do and Kain could easily recognize the signs of one barely keeping the frayed edges of their temper in check. Another huffing breath of amusement escaped him. He'd been the same back when he was a mere fledge standing before Vorador. Vain, stubborn, proud and so damnedably sure of his own strength. An unwise thing to be when faced with an Elder far, far more powerful than one's self. He threaded his talons gently through the woman's hair and waited to see how she would react.

Dipping her head at the soft touch, she glared at him over her shoulder. What the hell was he up to now? Why was he playing with her hair of all things? Did he have no other questions to ask? Regardless of her growing ire, she managed restrain the urge to snap at him to back off.

See Raphael? she thought to herself. I can be patient. When I choose to be.

Kain's lips curled upwards in a cold and vicious smirk. So quiet. So calm. An obvious lie given her scent, body-language and that fierce little glare. He dropped the strands of hair that he'd been holding and reached out to brush the back of one talon over the bare portion of her left arm in a testing, near-proprietary touch. Her skin looked smooth. Soft. Like that of a noble really, one mostly unused to strife. No visible scarring from former battles could be seen on her person, true, but that meant next to nothing on a world that had healing magics and potions readily available.

The touch of those talons, careful or not, caused Kay to reflexively pull away. Sharp. Danger. Back off! Her hand lashed out to bat his own away even as she twisted around to face said male and an enraged snarl of breath escaped her lips a second later. The change in position allowed her to see that damnable smirk too and that put her even more on edge. She immediately tried to put more distance between them. The calculating look in his eyes was judging. Assessing. She was not some… some piece of chattel to be examined so!

Ah. She was indeed a prideful little thing. Kain rewarded that impertinent burst of ill-advised insolence by swiftly grabbing and twisting her recently dislocated arm behind her back. His speed just then would have put the woman's strongest Haste spell to shame and with him so close there was no chance of avoiding him. Still... he was not angered by her actions. Not in the slightest. She'd reacted just as he'd expected. Besides which, a lesson still needed to be taught.

The sudden hold caught her by surprise and forced a snarling hiss of pain past her lips. She tried to twist free of his grasp, but it was to no avail. He had too firm a hold. With such an attempt thwarted before she even had a chance, she instead reached for her gun. It didn't matter that he was supposed to be an ally, his actions had firmly put him into the 'threat' category. Kay would make him let go if she had half a chance to.

The heel of Kain's free hand swiftly hit the base of her back before her hand could close around the butt of said weapon. Damned things were more of a nuisance than anything else given his toughened hide, but he still remembered the pain that they had caused his younger-self. It was the principal of the matter at this point. The shock of the blow would cause pain and a temporary paralysis, nothing more. She would be forced to her knees and left unable to walk for a little while. There would be no escape now. No clever bit of trickery. Kain then grabbed a fistful of her hair and wrenched her head back. The action exposed the smooth line of her throat in a forced display of submission that pleased his instincts greatly.

Kay let out an explosive roar at the blow. Her legs went limp against her will and her knees hit the ground. Hard. Another vicious sounding hiss escaped her at the impact. A noise similar to that a young fledgling might have made in such a situation. Distressed, yes, but yet also challenging.

Son-of-a bi-OW! she thought with a yelp and she reached up frantically with her free hand to tug futility at the talons now entangled in her hair.

Golden eyes narrowed at the open, defiant sounds. Kain forced her up onto her feet even as he let out a low threat-growl. He paused briefly in order to savor any reflexive struggles and then lifted her higher still so that her toes no longer touched solid ground. It was a simple enough matter to support her lighter frame with his own preternatural strength.

Pain flared through her when she was wrenched up and Kay let out a choked gasp. With her toes dangling above the ground and her lower body no longer reacting properly to her will, she felt exposed. Helpless. A snarling breath of frustration filled the air as she squirmed about. With all of her weight centered upon three points; her damaged arm, her hair and her free hand, she couldn't escape the agony no matter how she moved about. Still... she did not reach for her gun a second time.

One lesson learned at least...

A low rumble of noise escaped him when she made no move to reach for her weapons whilst she wriggled about. Perhaps he was pleased that she did not try to attack him again or perhaps he was simply enjoying her continued floundering. He hefted her squirming form closer and pressed his mouth to her ear. The touch was a feather-light caress against the soft shell.

"I do suggest that you calm yourself, my wild little wolf pup," he growled into her ear, his tone low. Dangerous. "Being Turned may well be the end goal, but I need not grant you a pleasant death in the process of bestowing such a Kingly Gift."

Will she react much like my younger self would to such an obvious threat? he wondered. All boisterous shouting and self-assured of her own strength even when faced with a foe, or even an ally, far greater than she?

While he'd gotten the expected reaction out of her, the woman did seem somewhat calmer and more level-headed than he'd been at her age. After all, she'd not responded to his threats by trying to launch a lightning bolt into his face like his younger-self had when he'd dropped 'himself' into Haven. That, admittedly, had not been the quietest of affairs. He'd actually tried to warn his younger-self about the damned 'cars' that people used in this strange bubble-dimension. All to no avail. When his younger-self had been hit by one of those fast moving, metal carriages despite his warning, well… he'd wiped his hands clean of the events that had followed and gone back to Nosgoth.

Watching one's self repeat a prior folly was... aggravating... to say the least.

With his threat reverberating through her ears, and there was no doubting that it was a threat, Kay ceased her struggles. Forcing herself to relax was no easy thing however. Part of her mind was still screaming 'Predator! Get away! Run! Fight! Do something! Turning off that instinctive fight/flight response was a challenge in and of itself, but she somehow managed to slow her breathing, focused past the pain and actually calmed down.

Perhaps there was yet a way to get free. Maybe if she pretended to be fully subdued? Some predators liked 'playing with their food', letting go of their prey only to grab hold once more. From what she'd read about the Vampires of his world such a thing was not exactly uncommon. She might be able to use such an opening... but then again... this was Kain. Would she even get such a window of opportunity?

Kain nodded his head in satisfaction as she settled down. Only once her struggles had ceased in their entirety did he lower her form to where her feet could touch the ground once more. Though he did continue to keep her arm pinned. It would insure her continued obedience as they spoke.

"Better," he said, his voice was a rumbling purr. He leaned forward and let his lips brush against her ear once more. "Much better."

With her weight no longer centered on her arm and hair she started to relax, if only by a hair's breadth. Her hand fell away from his own and moved to her wounded shoulder. Kay started to cast a small healing spell instinctively as she rubbed at the sore joint. Her healing magics were not rooted in Holy Energy like many other Chosen's. They used one's own energy to boost the natural healing process instead. She'd have actually burned the male holding her had that not been the case.

It was true that the magic she called to her hand did not burn him, yet the feel of her magic in the air made him snarl. The mere appearance of continued impertinence on the woman's part enraged him. Here he was, offering up far more mercy than he might have shown others and she all but spat in his face by calling upon the Arcane? By thinking that he could not easily sense her casting a spell? Any spell?

He twisted her arm further still, bending it to just that pain-cracking edge of a bone about to fracture, about to break. Any move to pull the arm free would snap the limb like a dry twig. Another snarl escaped his throat and his voice echoed throughout the clearing. Soft and yet impossibly loud. The growl in his voice made it very plain that his patience with her had nearly been used up.

"You will cease your spell-casting woman. Now!" he ordered.

"Gah!" a pained cry escaped Kay's lips and her focus shattered.

Her free hand scrambled against her damaged shoulder briefly. No matter her training, no matter the trials that she had been through thus far, she was still Human. And a Human could not easily ignore the kind of agony currently flaring through her realigned limb. Focusing past the pain as much as she could manage, she lit on an idea. Perhaps a foolish one but really, what choice did she have...? Now to try to distract him.

"J-just... trying to cast... a h-healing... spell!" she managed to gasp out even as she dropped her hand lower along her arm. She then reached for a pouch hidden from sight, under the arm of her jacket and near the side of her breast, as discretely as she could. Since the Hylden's attack she'd been especially careful not to leave home without at least two of the jewel-filled pouches hidden somewhere on her person.

"Am I to simply take you at your word?" he hissed in her ear. "Granted, you have done your best to insure that your word can be trusted in the past, but as of right now you had best remain still until I grant you permission otherwise!"

Talon-tips started to dig into the woman's arm. It was not enough to draw blood but it was a clear, pin-prickling warning to behave or else. Kain could easily rend the flesh to bloody pieces with his current hold. Given the subtle shifting of her fingers, he had a feeling that she yet had more fight in her. What was she up to?

An angry hiss escaped her lips at his words. Permission?! Fuck that! Kay stiffened and then went still. She knew she had to try and make it seem as if she'd given up for this to work. To help with the illusion, she even went so far as to tilt her head to the side. It would bare her throat to the predator behind her even as she flashed him a frustrated glare. Hopefully, the sight of her neck on display would distract him. Either way, she started to slowly tug at the drawstring of the pouch. Carefully. Quietly. The simple, quick-release knot slipped loose with a noise so slight that a Human's ear would never have picked it up.

Kain, however, was no Human and had not been one for quite some time. His enhanced hearing easily picked up the sound. Baring his fangs, (Truly, her continued defiance was both frustrating and inexplicably pleasing) he swiftly bore her form to the ground. The only allowance he made was to shift his hold so that her arm didn't break in the process. He wanted her obedience, not her screams. Although, that could easily change if she maintained her current mien. Having pinned her on her stomach, he then settled his own weight atop hers in a way that would prevent her from kicking backwards at his crotch.

Not that she could hurt him of all people, but moving to protect one's male anatomy was an automatic for any tried and true warrior.

Left momentarily stunned, her only thought was one of relief that her arm hadn't snapped! She wiggled about as the daze started to fade and then swore breathlessly when she realized that the Vampire Lord's weight was settled squarely over her form. The fact that he'd also been smart enough to protect his groin was... both aggravating and not the least bit surprising really. Deft fingers darted swiftly into the now open pouch to grab up a single jewel. Kay winced at the sudden sound of precious stone click-clanking against precious stone.

That had been loud even to her ears!

Huffing in exasperation, his hand sought out the woman's and he wrenched the small pouch away from her grasping fingers. Talons sharper than any blade tore the soft fabric, rending the cloth into nothing more than useless scrap. A large number of small gems scattered wildly across the ground beside them when he did so and he raised a brow. The sight of over two, perhaps three, dozen gems was moderately confusing. Little diamonds, rubies, quartz and... was that a star sapphire? Why in the world would she reach for jewels of all things?

They were not Materia gems, of that he was certain. No, these little baubles were small and in some cases poorly cut. If cut at all in the case of one such stone. There was no immediate similarity to the fist-sized spheres that he was used to seeing around Haven.

One of the scattering gemstones bounced and hit Kay's fingertips. She grabbed the seeming-trinket up between first and middle finger. The trigger for a lesser telekinetic spell, one that would produce just enough energy to force him away, was on the tip of her tongue and yet… and yet she hesitated. His words from earlier filled her mind and she could feel herself going pale. Should she even try to cast...?

"Need I repeat my offer?" Kain rumbled in a dark tone when she hesitated so openly. Fear was writ quite clearly in those dark eyes.

He placed one large, taloned hand over her dainty one. The touch was ever-so-light, enough that it might have been mistaken for a lover's caress in any other context. He did not immediately pull the stone from her grasp. No, he left it where it was, ready for whatever use it could be to her. If she decided to continue with along her current path of folly, well... that was her choice. She would face the consequences either way.

A choked noise escaped her and Kay's thoughts scattered at the touch on her hand. She tensed and then let out a muttered, near-incomprehensible curse. If she attacked, even in a defensive manner at this point, things would devolve into a full-on fight. She had no doubts when it came to the outcome of such a scenario. She might last for a little while, perhaps ten minutes, maybe a little longer, but she would not win said battle. And then... then he'd carry out his threat to Turn her in the most painful way possible, wouldn't he? She'd... well, she'd rather have more 'pleasant' ending thank you very much. A large part of her mind yet raged at the necessary submission though, even though she'd agreed to the plan. That kind of anger wasn't going to just go away, not anytime soon at any rate.

Sharp talon tips started to trail oh-so-lightly over the woman's soft skin as Kain waited for her response. He noted her reactions quite attentively. The choked inhale. The widening and then narrowing of those dark brown eyes as the woman contemplated her next course of action. The stiffened posture. Even that breathlessly muttered curse. Such a prideful pup. So intractable. Just like he had been as a young Human Lord and then as an equally headstrong fledgling. She definitely had that same wild-fire temper, but there was something else in her eyes; The absolute surety that their current position could be altered. That she could still fight, even if she would eventually lose the conflict. Interesting. That these jewels could instill in her such confidence was a curious thing indeed. But would his little Mirror actually do anything with them?

Kain reached out and lightly brushed his mind against her own. Just enough to catch her surface thoughts. Was she scheming or was this sullen quiescence just her fighting against her own obstinance and the inevitability of their situation?

No plots. No schemes. She was actually trying to compose herself. Kay was fully aware of her short-comings, namely her oft volatile personality. As a woman growing up in a world that was mostly run by Patriarchal-inclined cultures, she knew when to be humble and when to strike. How to pick and choose her battles. As such, she did not always react to conflict by lashing out, at least, not by physically lashing out. Sometimes a few words here or there were enough to cut someone's pride to ribbons. Hells, she'd even managed to leave Raziel flat-footed several months back when he'd pissed her off by being a constant and depressive bore.

Now that was a pleasant enough memory to think upon, despite the current circumstances, and she almost smirked.

She'd been doing research into his situation in the lower depths of the library and had finally found the answer in the form of two documents regarding a set of murals, very specific murals actually, that had been 'lost to time'. Said murals had actually been removed by their enemies. She'd gone to see the male in question, happy with her findings, only to find him drunk, morose and in an overall 'in a very bad mood'. It didn't help that it took a hell of a lot of alcohol to get a Vampire drunk, let alone an Elder Vampire such as he. Deciding to find him again when he was sober, Kay had simply offered up a passing 'hello, I'd like to talk to you later' only to get snapped at. Rather than insult him in turn, she'd turned around with a note-book in hand, walked up to him to where they were nose-to-nose, shoved the note-book against his chest and told the Reaver-bound Vampire precisely how he to go about freeing himself from his 'paradox'. The explanation itself had been a bit heavy-handed, as if he were a particularly dense child, and was followed by a rather terse 'Now, would you kindly go fuck yourself, and I do mean that literally, or at least stop moping about like some kind of lost puppy?'.

Raziel had been left stunned and muted long enough for her to get away unscathed.

Amusingly enough, her rater crude suggestion would have indeed been possible. The entire process had left Kain dealing with two versions of the winged male; one yet bound for a long 'nap' in the Reaver and the other newly freed from his younger-self's arm. Kay'd arranged to be on a nearby rooftop (far enough away that they couldn't see, hear or smell her) with binoculars in hand all so that she could see Kain's reaction.

The Vampire Lord also recalled the incident idly running through her mind. He had been truly and pleasantly surprised by the events that she'd orchestrated so cleverly. Having two Raziel's return to Haven after the dark-haired Vampire's rather impromptu visit to Nosgoth...? Why, if he'd still had a heart it likely would have stopped out of pure shock. He'd tried for centuries, literal centuries, to find an answer to the dilemma that was 'Raziel'. Kain had all but given up on the matter, resolving to make the most of what time he had left with his beloved First. To have Raziel, both Raziel's, just… just appear in front of him with the conundrum resolved...? A bit disconcerting that. Welcome, yes, but disconcerting nonetheless.

When he had queried the 'pair' on what had happened, both versions of Raziel had stated that 'Kayla' ('Kayne' in truth) had given them information that had helped free his erstwhile First-born (though neither version of his First spoke of the confrontation with Kay, likely too embaressed at having been told off by a Human female so). The trick behind it all had been that Raziel had to be the one to free himself. Kain would never have been able to assist in the process as he could not see nor affect the Spectral Realm.

That reason alone was why he was granting her any leeway during their 'talk'. Still, Raziel would have been the first to say that Kain's Mercy was a rare and oft dangerous thing to be granted and his little Mirror was fast using up his willingness to be patient with her. His talon trailed from the tip of her middle finger up to her wrist slowly. Just how long did she intend to make him wait before answering him?

Her hand suddenly twitched, fingers clenching the small gemstone tight enough to whiten her skin. She hadn't sensed the subtle presence of his mind in hers, skilled mentalist that he was, instead she merely assumed that her instincts were picking up on the sudden, palatable impatience emanating from him. Kay grimaced and shivered at the touch. Feather-light yet threatening, the caresses raised goosebumps along the line of her arm. Rage still pulsed, a continuous beat to counter the fear, but...

Swallowing roughly, she allowed the gemstone to slip from her grasp. The gem clattered against its' brethren, its' magic unspent.

"You… need not repeat your offer," she growled out slowly. Begrudgingly.

"A wise choice," Kain rumbled, pleased.

At least she understands the concept of self-preservation, he thought to himself.

His hand slowly moved away, talon-tips moving to brush over the back of her arm. He then reached up and pushed her hair aside, forcibly bearing the soft skin of her throat in a lovely, submissive display that again pleased his predator's instincts. The tension in her shoulders put lie to the illusion of submission though. She'd merely leashed her temper, her pride, and was clearly waiting for another chance to get free.

So willful, Kain thought as he trailed his talons along that exposed flesh, lightly starting to scratch the fragile skin and painting it with idle-seeming lines that rapidly turned from white to pink.

She couldn't help but shiver again at that touch, tension singing through her body. 'Happy', she was not. Still, she froze entirely when his talons started to scratch lines into her skin, in no way eager to accidentally cut herself by moving the wrong way. Kay tried to ascertain if there was any pattern to be found in his movements. In-depth lessons from Loki had taught her that rune-work did not always need to be activated with a verbal trigger. Oft times the runic design needed to only be completed and the magic would activate.

He did not stop despite her open discomfort, watching each twitch away from his touch until she froze upon feeling said caresses turned sharp edged. An amused smirk curled his lips upwards at her thoughts. Whilst he was indeed tracing runes faintly into her skin, he was purposefully leaving flaws in them or simply beginning a new design before completing a rune. Not that he thought that she would recognize any of the sigils that he might use. No, it was merely the fact that most female Humans, and many males, calmed beneath a gentle hand and voice. He spoke after a few moments of contemplative silence, his mind still lightly pressed against her own in order to properly judge her responses.

"Now then. You have spent your time here cultivating relations with others, all in order to engender 'trust' first and foremost. Prudent of you when you must needs associate with those here in an amicable way," he said. His tone was genial, as if he did not have her pinned. A soft, encouraging rumble of sound echoed throughout the clearing before he spoke again. "I wonder; with the knowledge available to you, could you not have become a Power yourself?"

"No," she responded through clenched teeth and yet another shiver ran through her.

Against her wishes, she slowly started to relax under that gentle touch. Even knowing exactly what he was doing didn't help her maintain her current mood. Holding onto her anger was becoming more and more difficult by the second. It didn't help that she was naturally… sensitive… to such things. Sex was nice and all, could be outright fantastic with a properly trained and attentive partner, but a massage? A session of having oils rubbed into stiff muscles or feathers trailed over freshly cleaned skin?

Little doses of heaven that. Amberdrake was usually the person to seek for such lavish attentions when her stress levels got too high. And shit had been hitting the proverbial fan repeatedly over these past few weeks...

Ah, there. She was starting to relax. To enjoy his touch. Good. The calmer and more relaxed she was, the easier it would be to get answers out of her. Not only that, but it would help in the process of training her to respond to his hand first and foremost. A bit of fire was one thing, but that fire would be tempered, tamed, and answer only to him by the time he was done with her. Kain's rumbling purr grew louder, yet still reassuring in nature, and he shifted her hair a little more. He began to lightly trace designs over the other side of her throat, starting just beneath the ear.

"Do explain, mine Mirror," he ordered in a low voice. "Why could you not 'rise up the ranks' so to speak?"

His tone promised many things, both good and ill.

Why is he being so nice all of a sudden? She shivered, almost violently so, at the teasing touch under her ear and a little more tension drained from her shoulders. Her eyes closed and for a moment she simply luxuriated in the audible caress of his… purring. It was almost, almost, like being pinned by a tiger that had decided to use her as a mattress. Curse him as well for having a voice that could melt butter and... ah, wait... he'd just asked her something, hadn't he?

"My knowledge is unique, yes," Kay started, blinking her eyes open and looking at him warily over one shoulder as she spoke, "but Q advise me from the start that I would not be allowed to become a Power. Not during this 'reboot of the Multiverse' that is. Ever since the betrayal led by the 'Stars of Heaven', it has become a requirement for 'Power' candidates to disclose much, if not all, of their true abilities. What they 'bring to the table' so to speak. Q refused to risk my knowledge being made public as, if and when another fall out ever happens, then such information could ultimately be used against us all, forcing people to choose sides. I agreed with his assessment. After doing my own research of course."

"Hence the male's blatant concern when the Hylden successfully captured you," Kain said thoughtfully and his hand stilled on the back of her neck.

Truly, Q seemed to be more of a Jester than a King, what with 'his' habit of playing pranks whilst also claiming to be the one 'managing' the Chosen. Even with the amount of power at 'his' fingertips, said 'male' tended to play the role an insane fool. In fact, seeing Q as a female during his latest little prank had been a worrisome indeed as it brought to mind the question; 'what else the being could become'? Still, that line of thought was a concern to be addressed at a later time. His current interest lay in the woman beneath him.

"That fool of a Power seems to have finally gained some hard-won sense," he said in an amused tone.

He stood up abruptly, forcing the woman upwards as well in the process. He took the time to make sure that she was steady on her feet and then continued to test her reactions. Meticulously seeking out each sensitive spot along the exposed portions of her neck with a practiced hand.

"Dammit all!" Kay gasped out as she was yanked upwards.

While not exactly painful, the sudden tug was still jarring enough to wrench her out of the sensually-induced haze that she'd been falling into. A part of her appreciated the fact that he'd kept her from stumbling, but she was getting more and more pissed off by the constant man-handling. The hell did he think he was doing-? Another violent shiver ran through her and Kay tilted her head to try to block his explorations.

There he goes again with the touching! she thought in annoyance. Dammit!

Kain's hand slid away from her neck, the talon-tips almost dancing down over her shoulder, back up toward the neck and then down once more, this time along the smooth line of her spine. The movements remained both gentle and provocative even though he now touched cloth and not skin. He could practically taste the frustration bubbling along the edges of her mind. He chuckled, amused by her irritation.

A hissing breath escaped her. The touch along her shoulders made her twitch and shiver openly, but it was the touch along her spine that nearly undid her. The feather-light touch nearly, nearly, forced a pleased gasp out of her. There was no way that he could have known that such a caress, even through the thin material of the jacket and even thinner body suit, could all but make her melt. She could lay on her stomach for hours at a time with her Raphael (or dear Amberdrake these days) trailing fingers or feather-tip up and down along her spine and backside.

She barely managed to force out a tense, breathy snarl instead of moaning.

Kain chuckled at her forcibly contained response. The defiant and strained noises that escaped her were enchanting, though her scent clearly revealed that she'd been pleased by his touch. Not only that, but her thoughts showed the truth of the matter as well. Pulling his mind away from hers, no more than a soft mental 'breeze' signaling his exit, he then wrapped teleportation magic around their forms. Whilst the action would suitably distract her from his mental withdrawal, he also dearly desired to host the rest of their 'talk' in a far more acceptable venue. The scent of corpses in the air (the bodies had disappeared shortly after he'd pinned the woman, yet the death-scent did not disappear with the source) would do nothing to aid his taming of such a spirited creature as she.

He had cleansed Haven's facsimile of the Sanctuary month's ago. The spawned 'Vampires' there had been child's play to dispatch. Once done 'cleaning house', he had taken up residence within and had ordered furnishings to suit his high standards. The room that they ended up in was a sufficient enough simulacrum of his original chambers to suit his needs.

The large room was equal parts opulent and Spartan. What limited finery within the room was exquisite indeed to behold. There was the enormous, luxurious canopy bed tucked against the wall furthest from the doors and open window, with the thick curtains pulled back to show that the bed was covered in silken sheets and the fur of a massive wolf-like being (the beast had been larger than a bear and difficult even for him to kill). Next were a pair of exquisitely made end-tables that stood on each side of the bed. A set of hand-wrought silver goblets lay upon the one closest to the door. The last bit of finery in the room was a pair of finely carved chairs placed next to a large, ornate glass table upon which lay a meticulously crafted, silver and gold accented chess set.

Beyond that, the room looked practically barren... at least until one looked at the walls.

Several sets of chains hung here and there around the room, all fastened to what looked to be ornamental rings. Each set of chains, and their subsequent moorings, were actually strong enough to hold an Elder Vampire, despite the fragile-seeming designs. They were spaced out around the room, each set of cuffs hanging at a different height. He could position prisoners, Human cattle or even lovers however he might wish, all depending on his mood.

The suddenness of the transportation spell left Kay dizzy and damn near sick to her stomach. Whilst it was not as rough of a teleportation as Apparition (which she'd yet to master), it was still a method of conveyance that she was woefully unaccustomed to. She had reason to find herself glad that she'd not had anything to eat recently. Being sick to her stomach would have been... embarrassing.

A chuckle escaped Kain at the dazed, queasy countenance on her face. He waited long enough to ensure that she'd not expel half-digested food upon his floors and then twisted his little Mirror around, shoving her backwards against the wall with enough force that she'd be further stunned. Now firmly pinned next to one set of chains, she was close enough for said metal to brush against her bare arm. He looked over her form consideringly and a dangerous, wicked looking smirk curled his lips upwards. He found himself wondering if the woman was fully aware of what it was that she'd agreed to. What it would mean to be his Seventh. To completely and irrevocably belong to him.

Again he let his mind brush against her own and he used any lingering disorientation to nudge her thoughts along those very lines. He would know the truth, even if she did not realize that she was offering it up to him.

Before she could fully orient herself, but thankfully after her stomach had settled, she found herself pressed against that cold, unyielding stone. Kay bit back a small yip of shock as the air was forced from her lungs, although a high, wheezing noise still escaped her as she tried to regain her breath. Sadly, attempts to regain said breath stalled at the sudden-cold touch of metal against bare skin. Whilst she'd not noticed the sparse finery within the large room, she certainly recognized the cold touch of those chain-link restraints!

He might have intended to steer her thoughts a certain way, but it was not to be. Pure panic and absolute outrage flooded through her instead. The panic was due to the fact that the events involving the Hylden and Onigumo had occurred only a few months ago. Said memories were still close to the surface of her mind despite all of her bravado. Mind you, the occasional session with Amberdrake had been helping her deal with, no overcome, those very memories, but they still affected her from time to time.

Like now.

The rage? That was merely her stubborn pride kicking in. That sudden, uncontrolled, outright fearful reaction to said metal links touching her... well, it pissed her off. She was not weak and absolutely refused to be bound again. Not without one hell of a fight. It did not matter who was before her or what bargains had been made and agreed to. The only thing that mattered was getting free. She lashed out violently, both kicking at Kain with her legs (aiming between his own) and lashing out with a telekinetic blast meant to force him back.

"Release me!" the words flew from her lips in an angry, uncontrollable roar.

Not a screech. Not a cry. Not a wail. But a full-throated, violent bellow of sound that most would not have expected to hear emanating from a female throat.

Now, Kain knew many details regarding her capture, both from the 'debriefing' she'd scheduled upon her return and the minor assistance that he had provided (he had almost gleefully cut through rank after rank of the Hylden warriors during the battle) whilst the woman's more immediate allies staged their rescue. He simply did not care. Not about her memories, projected so strongly across the faint link that he'd established, nor her fear and rage.

His only desire was to instill a sense of obedience into the woman's stubborn-headed hide.

In fact, Kain had been prepared for such an exquisitely defiant outburst. It was why he had ensured that her arm even touched said chains to begin with. He grabbed up the neighboring set of links in his hand when she howled, shifted to avoid the blows aimed for his crotch and then braced himself in order to resist the magical outburst that all but boiled beneath her skin. Whilst her kicking did nothing to damage his armored shins, her magic still managed to force him back several feet. Only his firm grasp and readied stance prevented him from being thrown bodily into the far wall.

He felt an amused sense of cold satisfaction at that.

Such potential, he thought to himself. For a Human that is.

Kay used the space afforded to her to scramble to the side. Fear, anger and instinct all contributed to her reaching out for her natural element; electrical magic. Lightning magic. A part of her remembered that he was not truly her 'foe' and thus the magic drawn upon was calibrated to disable, not to harm. The spell that she was forming would act a lot like a taser really. She'd had to use it before against Dante when the younger male had lost control of his demon blood and had started to attack friend and foe alike, so it worked on supernatural beings without a problem.

She launched said spell towards Kain and then bolted, not for the door which was further away but for the open window that she'd glimpsed out of the corner of her eye. Kay had no way to confirm where he'd brought her and as such didn't know the building's layout. What she did know however, was a number of 'Slow Fall' spells. Spells that would prevent a fatal impact. It was the best chance at escape that she had right then and Kay could only hope that whatever spells he might use as counters would be rebuffed by the protective runes sewn into her clothing.

The elemental spell that she'd chosen to use was, in a word, foolish. Not only were Lightning-based magics his own default element, but Kain had long ago mastered them. Nigh-on perfected them. He did not bother to release the heavy chain (an object that would have usually acted as a grounding force to send such power through one's body to detrimental effect) and caught the spell with a dismissive hand gesture. He then twisted it, converting the magic to his purpose and paused for nary a second. Kain had noticed the a subtle magic weaved through the woman's clothing while she'd been trapped beneath him earlier and, taking that moment to account for said defenses, he calculated the level of power needed to bypass them and then sent said magic toward her fleeing form.

There was always a cold measure of satisfaction when one used an enemies' spell against them.

Still, even as he launched said spell at her back, he felt another a flash of darksome amusement and pleasure at her choice of escape route. He was aware of her skill with Slow Fall spells, having seen her use them before, thus the decision to escape using the window as opposed to the door was quite reasonable of her.

Be that as it may, her efforts would prove to be futile.

The armor may well have helped to mitigate magical damage, but it certainly did not eliminate it. A howl of pain was forced from her lips as the spell hit its' mark and she fell against the stone opening. Her upper body was left dangling over empty air. Muscles rebelling violently, her hands scrambled frantically against the window's stone sill in an effort to avoid tipping over the edge completely. With pain wracking through her body, she would be unable to cast a Slow Fall spell reliably.

Even through the haze of agony though, she could distantly acknowledge that Kain had judged his modifications to her spell (she could feel her energy mixed with his) with a precision that was impressive. Playing the magical equivalent of tennis was not something she'd taken up as a damned hobby, so she'd been woefully unprepared for such tactics. Once her body stopped jerking about, she drew upon the Arcane once more, this time focusing on fire elements. It was also a spell that could be cast with minimal effort on her part given that the source of the magic came from without rather than from within. Ignoring the lingering ache, both in her shoulder and her very nerves, she twisted her hand towards the male's larger form with a snarl.

"Fira!" she roared.

The hidden armlet on her upper left arm glowed bright enough to be visible beneath the jacket. It was actually one of four total Materia that she had on her person.

Kain moved even as her hand lifted in his direction and was on her in an instant, her wrist trapped in his hand. In fact, the chain that he'd been holding didn't even have the time to bounce against the wall that it was moored to before he'd caught her. No, he'd moved far too fast for any Human eye to follow. He swiftly wrenched her hand up and to the side, pointing that quick-cast spell toward the far corner of the stone ceiling.

"Shit!" Kay swore as his hand closed about her wrist and then howled when her arm was twisted so, the pain in her shoulder flaring back up. Had she been casting using her own magic, the fireball would have simply fizzled out. As it was, the fireball hit the stone wall with a blast of scorching heat that did nothing but blacken the stone.

Kain twisted her form around and pinned the woman on her back with her upper body still hanging precariously out over thin air. The edges of the stone sill would dig painfully into the base of her back at this angle. His free hand then closed around her fragile throat. He squeezed down gently, applying just enough pressure to the carotid arteries to forcibly calm the woman through a lack of proper blood-flow to the brain.

Kay let out another curse as she was twisted about. The noise was followed up by a choked 'Grk!' when his grip tightened around her neck. Rather than struggle further, she went still. Only her hands moved, closing around the edge of the sill, and her knuckles rapidly turned white from the force behind her grip. She might've been stubborn to a fault, but she had no desire to have her throat slit open on those talons. Her sight rapidly began to dim, dark spots eating away at her vision. Kay almost panicked then and, with unconsciousness dancing along the edges of her mind, her body started to twitch in reflexive struggle. The small movements pressed her neck harder against those too-sharp claws and three small cuts appeared. Tiny beads of blood rose up to stain skin and talon alike a bright, ruby-red.

At this point, her flagging grip upon the stone was nothing more than a desperate effort to remain consciousness...

A hum of satisfaction filled the air. Good. She understood her position and reacted appropriately. When she spasmed so and her blood-scent hit the air, he shifted his hold just enough to inspect the small cuts. Hn, they were minor enough to ignore for the nonce. That she remained still, even wounded, pleased him further still. Kain rewarded her efforts by easing his grip a hair's-breadth. Letting go of her wrist, he then closed his hand around her hip and shifted her so that she was balanced a little less precariously. The stone would continue to dig into her back, true, but no longer quite so painfully.

"Tsaa," his tone was a low and pitched to almost be considered 'kindly' even though his expression remained blank. "Easy now mine Mirror. Shh…"

Kay inhaled a semi-frantic breath of air. The spots in her eyes started to fade and she blinked frantically to clear her vision. What...? A shudder ran through her and her fingers tightened once more around the wide lip of the windowsill as she tensed. It took her a few moments to calm back down. Struggling just then would be a bad idea. Kay no desire to end up unconscious as that usually ended with one waking up to a far, far worse situation. Her eyes narrowed on the male above her and she tried to determine his next move, yet... she couldn't read him. His expression was the very definition of the term 'poker face'. Kay swallowed roughly and then wrapped her anger back around herself in an effort to hide the fear bubbling up inside her. She refused to let him see her growing dismay.

Her pride demanded nothing less.

While commendable, her efforts were for naught. Though she succeeded in keeping her face clear of emotion, Kain could taste the bitter-sweet tang of her fear, see the dread that caused small beads of sweat to form her brow and hear the rapid beat of her heart. There were even the fine, oh-so-subtle-sweet tremors rocking through her body for him to feel and enjoy. In this moment, she was like that of a living sculpture. A delightful exhibit dedicated to exquisite, nearly transcendent, helplessness.

Said distress was quite the fetching thing.

Kain shifted his hand away from her hip, letting out another pleased rumble of sound as he did so, and pressed his lower body against her own. The movement would force her legs to spread wide. It was neither threat, nor promise, of what might very well come to pass later. No, he merely intended to keep her pinned in a way that would prevent her from lashing out again with her legs. Once more his mind brushed against her own. Nudging. Coaxing. Easing a question to the forefront of her mind; What did she know of him and his kith?

The subtle nudge worked and pure frustration seared through Kay's mind as he pushed against her.

Damn this entire agreement! she thought viciously to herself. Damn him and his kith!

Knowledge was sometimes a curse. As such, she already knew from her studies that she would be 'his' once Turned. Knew that such a thing could mean anything from being tossed aside to flounder on her own (an ideal option in her oh-so-humble opinion) to being bound to his will. Perhaps even bound to his bed as a nightly 'distraction'. It might even mean being treated as an actual Lieutenant. As Kain's Seventh Childe there was the potential to be taught, guided and forged by a ruthless hand to be as lethal and clever as possible. For all that she knew it might well end up being some strange combination of all of those options, with the 'being tossed out' part used as a lesson on how to survive on her own.

She wouldn't put it past him to be honest...

Baring her teeth and ducking her chin, a habitual gesture that she'd had before reading up on his kind and still employed now out of subtle/not-so-subtle defiance, Kay frantically tried to think of a way out of the mess she'd landed in. Beyond her magic and the various pouches full of gemstones, she did have additional weapons on her person. The problem lay in reaching said weapons and the fact that Kain had proven that he could sense even the gentlest draw of arcana. Trying to force him away a second time with her magic likely wouldn't work. Then again, there were the three other Materia gems... the right word at the right moment might work. She'd just have to bide her time and wait for his hand to move away from her neck.

Kain almost let out a bark of laughter. Her outrage was amusing, understandable yes, but undeniably amusing. Still... his countenance darkened at the unbidden path her thoughts had gone down. So the pup had known precisely what she was doing. She knew that those small ducks of her chin, the brief grimaces that bared Human-blunt teeth and the ineffectual growls that escaped her throat were shows of defiance, hm?

How very brazen of her. Foolish, impertinent even, but still a shamelessly bold thing to do. Especially since her thoughts made it plain that she'd not expected him to ever learn of her audacity. A thorough lessoning was in order. Such insolence would not be tolerated. Not only that but...

Already plotting to get free mine Little Mirror? he thought to himself.

Using the tip of one talon, he slit the arm of the short-sleeved jacket open along the seam, revealing the source of her earlier spell; an armlet that housed the very Materia that she'd been thinking of. He was quite certain he recognized the green one as a Time Materia. A clever item in and of itself. It could either speed up her own movements or slow, perhaps even outright halt, his. No wonder her thoughts had turned to 'biding her time'. How delightful.

Kain removed the armlet, crimping and then cutting the weakened metal with his talons. He examined the remains with a hum. From what he knew, all she'd have to do was grab hold of the armlet again and she'd be able to use it. Again, clever, but ultimately the tool was useless if the stones were removed. He nodded to himself and twisted the tip of his thumb-talon under each stone, separating them easily from their moorings. Three of the four stones fell and scattered uselessly across the floor. The Time Materia he saved for last, holding it up so she could watch as that particular Materia was sent flying out the window with a small flick. His smile as he did so was a cold and cruel thing to behold.

Well... that plan literally just went right out the window, Kay thought numbly.

Kay's mind started to race. What the hell could she do now? The Time Materia had been her best possible chance to gain the upper hand. The best chance to escape! Unless she went for a head-shot, her guns were useless. The gemstones? They required a verbal trigger word and skin contact to activate. Her wands? No. As if he would give her the chance to speak the mangled Latin needed, let alone allow her to reach one of the hidden wands.

Well... shit, she thought as panic filled her. Nothing. There's nothing I can do!

Ah, there it was. The acknowledgement, at least mentally, that she was completely at his mercy. Check and mate. Chuckling and easing his mind away from hers, Kain tossed the ruined metal band aside. He eyed her trembling form and a let out another satisfied hum. Shifting his grasp once more, and briefly tightening his hold about her neck in warning, he began to search her person for those hidden weapons. She'd thought of a number of different items before he'd withdrawn after all. Best to cut off any further thought of rebellion by removing temptation.

Kay remained sullenly quiet. If he was inattentive... ha. Who was she trying to kid? Still, unlikely as it was, there was a very slim possibility of him missing something. Firstly, there were two concealed wand holsters; one in her boot and one hidden in the thin, fragile seeming bracelet around her right wrist. Her earrings each had a tiny gemstone wrapped in a delicate weave of gold and silver, each charged with enough energy to cast any number of 'mid-level' spells. There were eight other small pouches, all filled to maximum capacity with gems, various healing items, potions, etcetera, etcetera and so on. Seven knifes of various length, each with a gemstone hilt, were hidden here and there on her person. Last, but not least, there were the two pistols holstered visibly on each thigh. Pistols that, while small to fit her hands, still packed a potentially lethal punch.

A veritable arsenal indeed when one counted all of the gemstones and the various ways said stones could be used. It was obvious that she'd merely been attempting to flee from Kain earlier, not outright fight him, else he would have had a decent fight on his hands.

Kain continued his search and let out a delighted hum as the pile of items tossed aside grew larger and then larger still. Really, the sheer amount of weapons and other items hidden about her person was quite frankly impressive. He might have been tempted to call the woman paranoid if he hadn't been fully aware of the types of Beings that called Haven 'home', however temporary. Necessity dictated that one remain armed at all times. He paused briefly in his search and, rather than risk a hidden weapon being pulled on him later by clever fingers, decided to expedite the matter by divesting her of the jacket. If need be, he would strip away the rest of the clothing later.

He cut the jacket away in an almost careless manner and then lifted each of her legs leg, pulling off and tossing aside the woman's boots. If there were any blades hidden within her footwear, they would be out of reach. He eyed the odd, skin-tight body suit that she was wearing and flicked the tip of one talon against.

The cloth did not, and would not, cut that easily. Light weight and thin, the cloth was stronger than steel and more resilient than Kevlar. As it was made from Acromantula Silk, it was designed for defense and well worth the cost. The suit had been an expensive purchase, even for her, and that was before one took into account the runes of protection that were sewn into it and the numerous hidden spacial-pockets. It'd still hurt like hell getting hit by a bullet, or a even a solid blow from a sword, but the cloth would hold. It afforded her a better chance at survival when compared to bulkier armor.

The weakest point of the suit was the seams, but that was true of almost all types of clothing.

With the jacket out of the way, Kain could continue to search the woman more thoroughly. He found several pouches, both of the guns and a number of concealed blades secreted away in almost unnoticeable pockets. He frowned. Odd... it was almost as if she had access to an extra-dimensional storage space like he did. That last blade could not have been hidden so without the line of it being visible otherwise.

Interesting...

He dismissed the thought for the moment and turned his attention to her jewelry.

Kain eyed the bracelet upon her wrist and, upon sensing an enchantment, he snapped the clasp of the chain and tossed it aside. He then forced her head to the side gently, first left and then right whilst examining the earrings. The gold and silver weaving was a lovely mesh designed to distract the eye, yet he still caught the reflective glint of the small gems hidden within the delicately woven container. His talons traced a teasing pattern over the soft shell of each ear as he gently removed her earrings before setting them aside. His hand then fell to rest on her hip, a grasp was firm and unyielding. He took in her silent, pouting form and let out a small huff of laughter.

As he removed the earrings, Kay had to contain the small shiver that jolted down her spine. The deft and light touch along the delicate shell was pleasant enough... and thus something to be avoided. Despite that, she did not try to pull away. No, better that he think her, if not 'tamed', then at least unwilling to challenge him further. As she'd expected, he'd been thorough and by the time he was done she'd been left with naught but the skin-tight bodysuit itself (he'd found all the pockets) and her wedding band. It was a simple enough band made of unadorned white-gold yet... she glanced at it briefly. The band was important to her, the ring was the only physical reminder of Raphael that she had left, but she would not be foolish enough to fight him over it if he decided to remove it. Objects could be replaced.

Despite her precarious state, she couldn't help but snark at him when he stopped.

"Are you just about done?" she bit out, her teeth clenched.

"Am finished searching you for weapons?" he hummed softly as he noticing the small glance toward the ring. Since it was a simple band with no gems or enchantments, he'd left it where it was. "Yes. However, we have yet to properly address your poor manners."

Kain's grip around her neck remained firm as he reached down with his free hand to grab hold of her right ankle. He then forced the limb out and to the side slowly. At the same time, he forced her upper body further over the edge of the sill in a silent warning to remain still. He paused once her leg was parallel with the wall. Now then, how would she react? Would she deny that her earlier actions were anything other than rude? It would be blatant lie if she did so and she did so try to avoid lying. He watched her expression intently, hungrily, all whilst keeping her hips pinned in place with his own.

"My 'poor manners'? You teleported me here agai-Gah!" a choked sound escaped Kay's throat.

Her back arched reflexively to escape the pain centered along both leg and upper-spine. With her nails scratching against the cold stone of the windowsill, Kay struggled not to escape, but rather to remain still as she did not want to cut herself on his talons a second time. Whilst fit, she was no acrobat like Robin to have her leg contorted about so and thus said limb twitched and jerked abortively regardless of her efforts. Were it not for the protection offered by the suit she was wearing, his talons would have cut into her legs.

"Indeed," he purred out in a tone that bordered on outright threatening. "I freely invited you into my domicile, into my own room no less, only to have you thank me by attacking me with fire."

Kain shifted the woman's leg just a hair-breadth further, so that it was pressed against the wall itself, and watched her expression with a sense of ruthless satisfaction. He knew that her face would twist with anger, helpless fear and, most importantly, with pain and he wished to see that look upon her visage.

"'Invited'?! You dragged m-!" her voice broke off with something far too close to that of a whine. Hells, that hurt. Not only was her leg forced at an angle that she was unused to, but the added pressure on her hip was like pouring fuel on a blazing fire. It took all she was to contain the scream that threatened to escape her lips.

The hell is he trying to do?! she thought as she tried to glare viciously at him whilst also trying to breathe past the agony.

That pride-filled glare made him chuckle. He released her leg and wrapped his hand around her throat. Moving with a purposeful slowness, he then reached down with his right hand to repeat the process with her other limb.

"Not only were you quite rude, my dear little Mirror," he continued, ignoring her verbal outburst, "but earlier you dared to play the role of a recalcitrant fledgling. Did you think that I would not notice? That such impertinence would go... unpunished?"

A hissing breath of relief escaped her when he let go of her leg. The sudden lack of pain left her momentarily dazed and she blinked tears away, panting rapidly. His words slowly filtering through her mind and Kay paled as the gravity of said words finally registered to her mind.

How-? her train of thought broke off when he reached for her other leg. Shit! Not again!

A weak snarl escaped her and she squirmed her lower body around in an effort to dodge his grasp. Her leg was all too easily caught however and she almost let out a roar of pure frustration. Really, it wasn't that surprising a result if she was honest with herself. The male's preternatural reflexes were beyond impressive when compared to even a magically-inclined Human. Still, his actions were odd and... more than a little off-putting in truth. It almost as if he were examining her. He had mentioned a punishment though, so perhaps this was it? No. Wait. It wasn't- He wouldn't-... oh, but he would, wouldn't he...? A flash of cold insight seared through her, rapidly followed up by pure, unadulterated outrage.

"I am not a horse!" she roared. Her sense of pride had once again won out over taking any kind of 'wait and see' approach. "Release me dammit!"

She started to cast a telekinetic spell whilst also trying to wriggle her body backwards. Hells, at that point she would kick him in the groin with her free leg if she had half a chance to! Kay was not the type to just lay there and be looked over like some animal up for sale!

Cold amusement filled Kain at the woman's indignant outburst. At least she hadn't started spouting denia- his amusement disappeared in an instant. Again with the spell-casting? Was she truly so foolish as this? Did she not fully understand what he would do to her if she continued along this ill-advised path of defiance? Snarling, he spun about, pulling her back inside the room and flung her bodily towards the far wall.

Why that wall in particular? Why because that wall had a set of manacles hanging from it that had Runes carved over the bands. Runes that were designed to cut a mage off from their magical core. He moved swiftly and, before she could even begin to recover from the impact, swiftly closed them about her wrists with a 'click' of noise.

The force and suddenness of the throw was enough to leave Kay dazed and unable to brace for impact. She let out a pained yelp as her side hit the wall. Hard

Ow... that's gonna bruise... she thought dazedly, having been left quite confounded by the blow.

Still, even dazed as she was, she started to buck and writhe sluggishly in an instinctive effort to get free the moment his hands closed around her forearms. Cold metal brushed against her wrists and she immediately attempted to focus her will on a spell, any spell, with which to force him back. A strangled gasp escaped her when the manacles clicked into place with a ringing note of finality. Her magic was suddenly, painfully, cut off from her. The loss left her feeling bereft. Lost. Cold down to the very marrow of her bones.

Her eyes went wide and she started to tremble violently. She was outraged (not fearful, never fearful) and she snarled openly in defiance. Resuming her desperate efforts to get free, she writhed and kicked even as her fingers felt around the metal bands. He hadn't used a key to lock the shackles, if she could just figure out the trick to them then she'd be free to run-!

"Enough of your impertinence woman!" he growled as he easily dodged the thrashing limbs. "You will behave!"

Kain pushed close, pinning her form hard against the wall with his own body, and caught her chin firmly in his taloned hand. Giving her head a small not-quite-brain-rattling shake, he growled in her face. His fangs bared in blatant warning.

"You had best understand me, mine little Mirror," he started in a low voice that promised swift retribution. "I will do whatever I please with you, especially now that I know the truth behind your presence here upon Haven's soil. You are mine now and you know this. Now cease your futile struggles lest you convince me to carry out my initial promise to you!"

"Go fuck yourself!" she shouted furiously at him.

Kay abruptly went still and paled when her brain caught up with her mouth. That... oh, that was a risky thing to say. Outright idiotic even. What she'd so reflexively shouted had been meant as an insult, however... Well, the words could be taken to mean something quite different by the Vampire Lord in front of her. Hopefully not. Kay knew what was expected of a fledgling, had been prepared to accept such... attentions. If Kain wasn't bluffing about knowing her thoughts then... well, suffice to say that Kay knew what she'd be doing in his shoes. Which wasn't a comforting thought in the slightest.

Accepting an offer or requesting openly to be Turned into a Vampire was tantamount to outright verbal consent for... just about anything really. She was screwed. And likely in the literal sense too.

It was a very rare occurrence for a Sire/Dame to not indulge in such carnal activities with their Vampiric 'Childe'...

A noble brow arched at the woman's words. Kain lips slowly curled up in a vicious smirk. Oh, but his countenance was twisted into a sadistic expression that was all fang. A look that could freeze Raziel in his tracks even now. Which was an understandable reaction when one considered just how well Kain's First Lieutenant knew his Sire's moods. The woman's words were meant to be malicious, resentful even. He was also very much aware of the insult behind them, but that phrase had indeed been a poor one to use.

Especially when one took into account their rather... unique... situation.

Ah shit, she thought, her eyes widening once more. The expression on his face did not bode well for her continued good health.

Kay now knew what it felt like to be 'a deer caught in the head-lights'. And she hated it. The fact that she couldn't seem to speak past the now rapid-fire pulse thudding away in her throat was further upsetting. Why, just why did she have to be such a stubborn-minded fool?! If she'd just been able to keep calm and not fly off the handle then things might have gone a little differently. The damned chains didn't help matters either! Those inconvenient memories were bubbling up again, threatening to overwhelm her completely.

Shit, she thought again, clenching her teeth and closing her eyes. Shit!

Low, rumbling laughter echoed through the room and Kain leaned in close. He forced the woman's head up, exposing the smooth expanse of her throat and his tongue flicked out to slowly, gently trace over that frantic beat thrumming just beneath the skin. The rapid fluttering of her heart was like that of a small bird caught beneath his tongue. Her trepidation was enticing. Before, she had tried to hide the fear behind wild-fire anger. Now?

All that remained was raw despair.

Exquisite, he thought.

"You insist so adroitly, mine Mirror," Kain purred in a too-sweet tone. His lips brushed teasingly against the soft surface of her neck as he spoke. "I do believe that I shall consider myself 'persuaded' to acquiesce to your oh-so-eager request."

He pulled away from her throat and forced his lips against her own in a harsh and claiming kiss. The woman would not have the time to do anything more than form a token protest. He would not allow her the opportunity to deny what she'd said versus what had been meant.

"Not an off-mmph!" Kay's voice broke of in a choked noise at the forcefulness of the kiss and her eyes flew wide.

Startled panic filled her and she writhed about involuntarily. His fangs nicked her lower lip as a result and the small pinpricks of almost-pain helped her think past the fear and remember the reason for her upset. Her anger at the situation. Her anger at the indignity of being chained so. Her anger... which worked as a shield against the fear. She snarled against his mouth and tried to turn her head away.

But all of her struggles were for naught. Keeping a firm grip upon her chin and shifting his head just enough to keep control of her mouth, he savored the taste of those plump lips. The blood drawn by his fangs was eagerly lapped up with fluid, teasing sweeps of his tongue. Their earlier chase had whet his appetite for the claret-colored fluid, which was as rich as any liquor. Still, with her bound so before him another, equally primal, craving had reared its' head.

A whimpering keen nearly escaped her as his tongue flicked over her lips. At the last second she was able to turn the noise into a frustrated roar. The bellow may have been muffled with their mouths pressed together so, but it was still emphatic in nature and, despite the danger, Kay increased her efforts to twist her head free. If that failed, then she was fully prepared to bite down and damn the consequences!

Willful little thing. Kain shifted his grip to encompass her jaw the moment he felt her tense in preparation to bite. He squeezed down just as she opened her mouth, preventing her from carrying out the misguided retaliation. The hold was surprisingly gentle. Only a sufficient enough pressure was used to keep her mouth open and his talons were carefully angled to avoid slicing open her cheeks.

By all the… would nothing go her way today?! She twisted and squirmed about when he trapped her jaw open, but his grip was like a vise. Another cry escaped her throat, this one higher and almost frantic. An exclamation filled with frustration, discomfort and, worst of all, a ringing, strident, forlorn note.

She felt so... so... defenseless.

His tongue darted into that sweet, impertinent mouth and he all but purred as he swallowed down that euphonic little cry. Such unfeigned emotion deserved a reward, did it not? He reached up and slit her suit open along the seams, starting at the sleeves. Her arms, chest and upper sides were left bared to him within seconds. A moment later those sharp talon-tips started to trail teasingly over the woman's side and then under each breast. After several moments of exploring touches, he sliced the outfit open down to her hips. Even as the cloth fell away, exposing more of that pale skin, he did not break from the heated kiss. Instead he opted to continue his exploration of her mouth with a deftness and skill that slowly... gentled... and become a tempting invitation designed to entice. To seduce.

"Mmphmm!" she shivered and all but trembled beneath his hand as cold air hit warm skin, resulting in the usual (and quite natural) reaction.

That deceptively light touches along her sides and breasts were... almost... pleasant. Kay knew that she should simply relent, given her end goal and the aforementioned agreement, yet her own contrary nature combined with recent memories of torture and torment conspired against her. Her hands tugged ineffectually, almost frantically, at the chains as memory all but overlapped reality. Only the unique taste of his mouth and the sudden care that he was taking with her kept her from succumbing to a panic-born flashback. It was quite bizarre really. The Vampire Lord's strange showing of tenderness was actually doing much to keep her psyche from falling prey to the memories of the Hylden's and Onigumo's piss poor (and torturous) attempts at 'seduction'.

Once the smooth skin of the woman's upper body was revealed in full, Kain trailed a sword-roughened, corrugated palm over the soft flesh of her breast. The feel of hardened peaks, the soft tremors rocking the lithe form under his hand... quite the enticing little thing. He pulled back from the kiss and gave her lower lip a small, warning nip. Just enough force to draw two more ruby-colored beads of blood. He watched the blood well and then lapped up that living vitae with a gliding sweep of his tongue.

Not that the woman knew it, but her blood held a hint of budding power within it. A flavor akin to that of a storm brewing in the far distance. Oh yes, the youth and shear potential of her power were writ clear in that sweet nectar. Such an enchanting treat hung before him this fine eve.

The feel of those rough calluses catching against her nipples made her twitch. Kay huffed weakly and glared at him when he pulled back, though she just barely managed to avoid wincing at that painful nip. Her fingers twisted uselessly around the chain's wide links and she huffed again at the thickness of them. There would be no bending the metal at the welding point. Not with a Human's feeble strength. Damn it all! She let herself fall limp with a vicious little growl, fairly vibrating with outrage. The look in her eyes clearly radiated a sense of 'fine, just get it over with' and she took in a slow breath before purposefully, insolently, tucking her chin back down.

Kain took in the sight of her defiant posture and smirked. The tucked chin, the enraged expression, the small tremors of fear... even that near-wild look of almost-but-not-quite acceptance in her eyes. He continued to look over her with a proprietary air and then chuckled ruthlessly. It was all too easy to see what she was doing, what she expected from him. The woman quite clearly believed that she was about to be beaten and tortured in a similar manner as before when their enemies had their hands on her.

Ah, well... he had threatened to do just that near the start of their conversation hadn't he?

He chuckled again and shook his head. Truly, his little Mirror's efforts now would be just as moot as her previous escape attempts. While he hated to disappoint her (he did so enjoy meeting, if not outright exceeding, his enemies expectations of him), pain was not the only tool that he had in his 'arsenal' so to speak. There was much that he could do to tame her to his hand that did not involve that same level of torment. A faint hum escaped him as he once more brushed his mind against hers. What was that clever little Human idiom about flies again?

Ah, yes; 'You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.'

The cold laughter made her tense. Oddly enough, there was something in his expression that made Kay want to relax... and also try to bolt at the same time. Why? Why wasn't he just forcing the issue? She honestly just wanted this farce to be over and done with. He... he wasn't actually thinking about keeping her around or something, was he? No, that was a silly thought. He had far more important things to worry about than some new, Otherworldly-born fledgling to 'raise'. The most she expected from him was a 'wham, bam, thank you Ma'am' kind of Turning before being kicked out on her ass.

Hopefully not while it was raining. Knowing her luck thus far… well, if Kain had gained Raziel's immunity to water during the whole purification thing, and said ability didn't pass to her, then that particular scenario wouldn't end well for her...

He almost burst into outright laughter at the sudden turn that the woman's thoughts had taken. Kain had been tempted, on more than one occasion, to do just that with his male progeny. Toss them out into the pouring rain that is. Given some of the rather idiotic stunts that they'd pulled over the years, misadventures that they had only managed to survive by the skin of their teeth, he'd been left wanting to wash his hands of them frequently enough during their first decades of un-life. Hopefully, the woman would prove wiser than his Son's had been.

She blinked at him in confusion, though her glare did not abate in the slightest. Why did she have the vaguest impression that he was... entertained by something? Seriously, his mood was changing faster than she could keep up. She knew very well that she could be unpredictable at times, but he was taking it to a whole new level. There was a chill along her right hip and she realized that her struggles had caused the remains of her suit to slide down a little further down. Out of pure instinct, her legs shifted closer together to keep the outfit from slipping off completely.

Amusement flickered openly in his eyes at her movements and he let go of her jaw before reaching down to purposefully strip away the remains of the suit she was so carefully trying to keep in place. Why show signs of shyness now of all times? He shifted forward so that he could carefully map the more sensitive areas as he pulled the cloth away; the curves of her ass, the bend of each knee, her ankles and feet, then back up even as he pressed forward to again pin her lower body against the wall with his own. Not close enough to grind his groin against her own, but definitely enough to force her legs wide. His hands trailed slowly up her sides, over her shoulders and then along the line of her neck. From there he moved higher still, talon-tips trailing over her raised and bound arms. Over her wrists. Even the palms of her hands were explored with lingering, swirling caresses to test her sensitivity to touch. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against her hair as he took in that subtly changing scent. Ah, but he would find each and every one of her erogenous zones and then use them to shatter her mind wide open.

From there? Well, once she was mindless from pleasure he'd then test to see how well she reacted to a little bit of pain. If she was to be his Seventh fledgling, then she would learn how to submit properly. She would learn that her pleasure, and her pain, were to be offered up to him upon command. This darling little 'Kayne' would learn well the rapture that was to be found in obedience, just as his Sons had before her.

Kay glared at him, almost... sullenly… as he peeled away the remains of her clothes. Admittedly, she couldn't help but turn a bright red at the pleasantly light brushes of his talons over her skin. She tried to wriggle her legs to one side as he pressed against her, but the pressure was relentless and her legs were forced wide. Tangling her fingers as high as she could along the links of the chains, she pulled herself upwards as much as she could manage to get away from his groin. Sadly, the chains were heavy and did not lift with her movements, so she could only lift herself up an inch or so away from him. When his talons trailed back up along her body, the feather-light touch along the inner bend of her arms and then wrists forced an extended shiver out of her.

Rather than let any kind of appreciative moan escape her lips, she hissed at him like an angry cat. Nary a second later she lifted herself up a little bit further and tried to lash out with her leg once she had the wiggle room. A solid enough blow to the crotch should be enough to deter even him.

Such wild thoughts were easy enough to read even if he hadn't been inside her mind and Kain caught her leg in hand before the blow could land. Boisterous creature. A small huff escaped him, the breath teasing over her cheek as he pulled back. He looked down at her leg as if examining a particularly interesting object and then glanced back up to meet her gaze without moving his head. His lips curled up into another, deadly looking smirk. Kain shifted back a half step and forced the limb upwards. He then shifted his grip to her foot and started to firmly trail the sides of his talons over the sole. After a moment, he started to apply a slow, massaging pressure with the knuckle of his thumb.

Dammit, why does he have to be so fast? she thought to herself. Not only that, but now she couldn't move her foot. Again. Shit.

Kay's blush deepened when he suddenly started to… massage her foot? What the... why? She'd expected him to twist her leg or something more along those lines! Instead she was left completely confused by what he was doing instead. Sure, it felt good, but why would he...? When his thumb started rubbing along the arch of her foot, a strangled moan escaped her before she could contain it. That... felt really good.

Oh? What's this? he thought and his smirk widened. It seemed that this was a particularly sensitive area indeed to have produced such a harmonious sound. He repeated the movement, applying just a little more pressure as he did so. Perhaps it would illicit another rich little cry from her for him to enjoy?

Aaaand he was grinning at her. Again. Hackles raising, she snarled. She wasn't some.. some toy dammit! Trying to draw on her magic didn't do a damned bit of good anymore. It just left a cold sensation where there had once been a warm tingling sensation. The effort it took to maintain her anger was flagging. With no pain forthcoming, there was little reason for her to maintain the same snappy attitude that she'd had with Onigumo and...

And...

Oooh!

Haaaaa... well then…

That massaging pressure hadn't stopped while she ranted to herself, now had it? It had only increased and become more to her tastes. Kay fought the urge to squirm about happily and barely contained yet another pleased cry. No. Angry. She was supposed to be angry!

Kain hummed softly, still smirking as he evaluated her reactions to his ministrations. Really, the woman's thoughts were all over the place as she fought against her natural instincts and the inevitability of her choice. Lifting the limb higher, and taking a few steps back at the same time, he shifted to press his lips against the skin of the inner ankle. He waited a moment and then scraped the backs of his fangs lightly over that soft surface in a testing graze.

Clenching her eyes shut and gritting her teeth, she fought to prevent the soft, all too feminine gasp from escaping her lips when his fangs brushed against what was yet another sensitive area for her. Despite her best efforts, she could practically feel the blush spreading over the rest of her body, turning her skin a bright peach-pink. That had felt far too good for comfort.

"Ngh," Kay bit down on her lower lip and ducked her head back down, letting out a weak hiss of breath in the process.

Another chuckle escaped him and he shifted a step closer. What with the current grip he had on her, the knee of her leg would be forced against her chest. Kain shifted his body enough to brace his own knee against the wall with her free leg resting against his outer thigh. She'd be unable to make another, predictable attempt at his crotch this way. His free hand trailed up to rest just below her knee and those golden eyes narrowed on the lithe form before him.

Would she continue to act like a kitten that had been dunked into a river? Hissing and spitting in furious, ineffectual rage?

"Mph!" a strained grunt filled the air when he took that step forward.

Really, having her knee shoved against her chest so forcefully may have left her momentarily breathless, but it also helped her re-center her thoughts. Not that it did her any good. She started to squirm about wildly, that sense of helpless frustration ratcheting higher and higher still as embarrassment flooded her thoughts.

Dammit! Damn him! Damn Q! Damn this entire situation! she thought, clenching her eyes shut.

This was not how she'd wanted this 'conversation' to go! She'd had several plans in place to help her broach the subject of her Turning. Most of which... had really just involved a rather simple opening of 'so 'x' was done to help you and Raziel, would you be willing to hear me out with regards to 'y' situation in return?'. Hell, she'd intended to be polite about the whole thing. Maybe even bring some high quality alcohol from her world along. Perhaps even some 'blood of good quality'. Something, anything, to help ensure that she spoke with him on somewhat equal footing. Instead, Q's stupid little prank had left her so flat-footed that she'd ended up in the worst possible outcome of all her potential plans!

Kain idly examined the woman's tenuous plans as they raced through her head. He chuckled and shook his head faintly. He well and truly doubted that this little 'talk' of theirs would have gone any different even if things had started out 'ideally'. No, the woman was stubborn and likely would have been just as defiant as she was now with word and deed. He was especially amused by the thought that such a conversation could ever have been held on 'equal footing' though. Such a quaint little concept that.

It was, and always would be, the potential Sire/Dame that controlled such 'discussions'.

Dismissing that line of thought, Kain let his hand climb slowly, teasingly up and down her inner thigh.

A small, indignant huff of breath escaped her lips at the feel of his hand stroking her thigh so. It was enjoyable, in as much as being tied up and pinned in place by a horny vampire lord out to dominate her could be that is. As her skin flushed brighter still, she could not help but wonder why he was being so gentle. Was he just messing with her head? Possibly.

Grinning, he watched through hooded eyes as the blush staining her skin darkened further still beneath his touch. A responsive creature indeed, but he was not too terribly surprised by that knowledge. He, too, had greatly enjoyed both sensual and outright carnal activities in his youth. Even now he considered himself to be exceedingly self-indulgent. He could find satisfaction in a lover's form for hours, if not days, on end after all.

Now... how to handle her from here? he wondered, his hand still trailing up and down her inner thigh. More tantalizing caresses designed to break down those stubborn defenses? Or perhaps more forceful actions would be required? What would prove to be the final tipping point to tame such a wild little pup?

Kay re-opened her eyes and glared weakly at the male in front of her. She'd still not noticed his mental presence, but the older male did have millennia upon millennia of experience versus her own, rather limited, skill-set. It did not help that she was becoming rather... distracted... by his actions. A furious hiss of breath escaped her lips as his hand continued up and down along its' idle-seeming path. She was fighting a losing battle against the desire that was being kindled by those light, grazing touches along her thigh and she knew it. It pissed her off to no end, yes, but she could not deny it. Truly, she almost preferred the thought of facing pain at his hand rather than these gentle caresses.

At least then she'd have had a reason to stay angry.

Pleasure then, Kain thought decisively, another huff of laughter escaping him.

By her earlier thoughts, as well as the memories that were bubbling so close to the surface of her mind, the woman was clearly stressed enough to already be at a breaking point. Any significant injury would only help her in her efforts to center herself. Help maintain the desire fight him rather than yield as was required of a potential fledgling.

He pulled back from her mind and smiled darkly at the half-defiant expression on her face. The sweet little hiss of sound, made as she wriggled about, was enchanting. So like that of a helpless fledgling that had been trussed up for his amusement. He began to lick, kiss and nibble his way up the line of her leg. His movements slowly forced the limb to point upwards, forced her lower body to curl inwards, as he drew closer and closer still to far more sensitive areas. He braced his other hand against the wall so that her free leg would remain trapped near his upper chest. There was no need to leave the chance of a knee being driven into the side of his head in an effort to distract him.

Kay writhed both from pleasure as well as the strain now being placed on her body. It certainly wasn't a comfortable position to be in and her shoulder still ached something fierce. A hissing breath escaped her and she abruptly went still when her leg was force straight up. With her toes now pointed directly at the ceiling, and her other leg held against his chest and underarm, her lower body and leg began to twitch with small, uncontrolled spasms that rocked throughout her entire body. That he was licking and nipping his way closer to her mound only increased the number of jerking reactions. Reactions that made those brief pain-sparks worse, yet somehow did not overwhelm the budding pleasure. Letting out a hitching groan, she tried to twist away from that probing, searching mouth.

Ah... such honeyed little noises, Kain thought with a satisfied purr.

Kain's nose brushed oh-so-lightly against sensitive folds. The woman's scent hit him full force and an eager shudder ran through him. He paused in his explorations and breathed in slowly, savoring that heady scent. Unease, fear, pain, furious indignation… and the exhilarating scent of a woman on the edges of sexual excitement. How wonderful. He felt himself start to harden rapidly and let out a low, pleased growl against her skin.

Oh, but it would be a delectable treat indeed to break her open upon his cock.

It had been quite some time since he'd last had the chance to enjoy himself with a nubile female partner instead of a male. The natural slickness and heat of a woman's body was always a delightful pleasure for one to indulge in. Now then, would she cede to his authority with sweet, imploring cries for more of his touch? A wickedly soft chuckle escaped him at the thought and his tongue flicked out to tease gently over her clit. Not at first, oh no. She would first fight until the point of exhaustion and then…

Then he would claim the whole of her.

When his mouth started to near her folds, Kay let out a breathy snarl of frustration. Bound as she was, she could do nothing but hang there helplessly. Dammit all! She wanted- his nose brushed against her neatly trimmed mound and derailed her thoughts. The chill as he slowly took in her scent made her shiver openly. She twitched a second later as the vibrations of his growl teased over her skin. When that was followed up by the sudden semi-warm touch of his tongue passing over the sensitive nub, she jolted violently forward into said touch. Coherent thought was chased away quite thoroughly in that moment. She thumped the back of her head against the wall and a shocked cry of denial filled the air a moment later as her thoughts re-aligned thanks to the small jolt. She twisted about as much as possible in an effort to pull away and even tried to knee him in the side with her free leg.

Sadly, the angle was a poor one and the blow was weaker than intended.

Kain let out a rumbling laugh when he felt the ineffectual blow. His breath ghosted over her folds before he closed his mouth around her clit. Flicking his tongue out again and again in slow, lingering passes, he took the time to judge just how responsive that small nub actually was. No woman's flesh was as sensitive as any other's. Nor was any man's. One needed to take into account each individual's unique reactions when it came to pleasure. The woman may have had many a skilled lover over the years, perhaps had even trained several to suit her personal needs, but that did not matter in the here and now. Not a single one of her previous lovers would compare to him. She would be mewling by the time he was done.

After all, who would dare to think that a several thousand-year-old Vampire's sexual prowess might in any way be lacking?

"Nnnngh," Kay groaned and then shook her head in an effort to clear it.

Biting the inside of her cheek, Kay tried to stifle the small cries of pleasure emanating from her throat. She knew that he would enjoy any and all noises she made. Just as she would have were she in his place to be honest. Wringing such sounds out of her own lovers had always been enjoyable. Except... those encounters always had rules firmly set in place beforehand. Safe-words agreed upon. Lines drawn in the metaphorical sand. Human rules for Human (and sometimes not-so-Human) lovers. But this male was her darkened Mirror. He obeyed no rules save his own. No safe word, no amount of pleading or even outright begging, would deter him. No, Kain was an Emperor long used to holding absolute power over those beneath him.

She knew this. Knew it down to the depths of her soul. He currently held all the cards and there was no use denying it. Shivers wracked through her form as the pleasure mounted and Kay tried not to arch against him again as his tongue explored her body. But she... she couldn't help it. Couldn't fight it. Halting the tiny, bucking movements into his explorations was like trying to stop the tide from rising. The skillful passes of his tongue over her clit were...

Heavenly.

"That's a good girl…" he purred against heated skin when she started to meet his touch.

Each shivering gasp and repressed twitch was noted. Every bitten back, whimpering cry thoroughly enjoyed. The noises of pleasure and denial both sent sharp, thrilling shivers of lust through him. His leathers were already becoming far too confining. Tongue flicking up under the hood, he started to circle the delicate nub with said nimble organ. A moment later and he began to apply a gentle, suckling pressure. None of the probing sweeps would be enough to send her over the edge. Not yet. Right now, every gentle caress, every delicate lick and light suckle was designed to stoke that heat, that need for more, higher and higher still.

Though, as he was a self-proclaimed gentleman, he did remain mindful of his fangs lest they scratch the oh-so-delicate flesh that he was teasing.

"Gnn... aah!" a strangled shout escaped Kay's lips before she could suppress it.

While Kay's expression darkened with both frustration and need, she did not cease in her struggles. It was simply not in her nature to submit without at least some semblance of a fight. And Kay would continue to fight. At least until the point that her energy failed her. And so she kneed his side again… and again… and again. Even knowing that the blows would be ineffectual, she still lashed out in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, she'd land a blow that might briefly weaken his grip or at least drive him off out of pure frustration.

Kay's pride would not, could not, allow for anything less.

And that fire, that stubborn willfulness to face the inevitable with a head held high and teeth bared, only made the wild little thing that much more enticing. The thought of bringing her to her knees, to that delectable point where she would be screaming for more? Sweet ambrosia. Grabbing her flailing limb, he shifted it up over his shoulder and pinned it swiftly in place with a heavy hand. The blows had been about as effective as a gnat on a horse's hide, but they were still brief points of annoyance to be dealt with. He eased back, releasing her clit in order to lick a slow path along the line of her slit and then he repeated the movement. The tantalizingly slow passes of a tongue well practiced in the arts of the flesh would do much to stifle that fractious temper.

"Fu- dammit all!" she squirmed about when he easily trapped her other leg.

A rather... undignified... squeak escaped Kay at the sudden path that his tongue took. That was… good. More than good actually. She bit into her lip in an effort to stifle the sounds trying to escape her and only succeeded in reopening the small wounds that had just stopped bleeding. Blood slowly trickled down her chin and when she shook her head again, a few, small drops of ruby-red fluid went flying.

Another huffing laugh escaped him when she squeaked of all things. How precious. He paused for a moment with his tongue teasing at her entrance, tasting the gathering nectar and scenting the fresh blood in the air. He glanced up at er faced, eyes darkening hungrily at the sight of her blood flowing so freely and plunged his tongue inside. Delving deep, he searched about thoroughly for that most sensitive spot within her.

Burning. Kay suddenly felt as if she were burning out of embarrassment and pure sensation both. Alternating between bucking into and then away from his mouth, she writhed helplessly as his tongue moved inside of her. He needed to stop… needed to continue... he... he...

"Mm… nn... nnn...!" muffled moans filled the air.

Kay banged her head harshly against the wall and, while she winced, the minor pain did nothing to distract from his roaming, highly skilled tongue. She turned her head, tucking her face against her arm, trying to further muffle the needful cries escaping her throat. The leg trapped over his shoulder twitched, her foot moving to rest against his back in a subconscious effort to draw him closer still.

Ah. How wonderful. Those first signs of submission were delectable things to witness. He pressed forward, tongue curling, probing along those slick inner walls. Would she scream for him when he found what he was seeking? He wondered if… ah, there perhaps? He'd found a rough texture that felt promising and he pushed the tip of his tongue against it once, twice... three times in rapid succession, each time with more force than the last.

Nary a second later, a strangled, hitching cry of bliss filled the air. He had indeed found what he'd been searching so meticulously for. Kay's nails scraped roughly over the metal chains and she arched openly against him, the leg over his shoulder tightening further still. Her skin flushed brighter still, body trembling in reaction to his ministrations. She abruptly bit into her arm in an effort to keep from falling over the edge completely. She knew that it would leave a bruise... and did not care one bit.

Such a lovely siren's song, Kain thought to himself. So desperate not to fall over the precipice of release...

Pulling his tongue out, he bathed her slit with another slow, teasing pass. He shifted her about, keeping her legs held outwards to prevent any further kicking, and then lowered her form. Once her back was flat against the wall again, he stepped close so that the line of his body was almost, almost, pressed against her own and trailed his hands along that toned body. Talon-tips ghosted upwards over her sides, arms, wrists… and then away as he began to adjust the chains. The action forced her body higher up the wall and he stopped only when her face was level with his own. Kain smirked and leaned forward, flicking his tongue out soothingly over her bleeding lip even as he ran his thumb along her arm, the movement would force her to release the grip she had with her teeth lest she tear her own flesh out. The talon passed almost soothingly over the bite mark she'd left in her own skin.

Both wounds acted as a reminder. He would have to remain cognizant of just how fragile she actually was. If he intended to leave her alive and Human once he was done with her that is.

Kay let out a faint grunt of disappointment and relief both when he pulled back and lowered her down. A hiss escaped her when she was wrenched higher along the wall and, oh, how her shoulder burned with the movement. She swiftly adjusted her grip upon the chains to try and support her weight a little better, but even that didn't do much to help alleviate the ache, not when her feet were dangling in the air with nothing to brace against. It was the best she could do though. The flick of his tongue against her mouth made her pull back reflexively, making the forceful movement of his thumb moot. The rough touch over the rapidly bruising skin forced a small hiss past her lips.

"You done yet?" she managed to ask, a faint wheeze in her voice. "Overgrown… bat..."

Her voice was a growling, panting thing even to her ears. Harsh, yet needy despite the weak insult thrown in his face. She winced and mentally braced herself in preparation for a blow.

That's right… just keep on pissing him off. You bloody dunce! You knew this would happen at some point so calm down and stop lashing out! she thought, angry at herself and the painful lack of control of her temper.

"Not as of yet," he responded, clearly amused rather than offended by the insult. "You are a foolishly willful little thing, aren't you?"

He closed a hand around her left breast and squeezed the sensitive globe, though not hard enough to cut into her flesh with his talons. No, the grip was just firm enough to cause the beginnings of a bruise in the shape of his tri-taloned hand. There was only so much disrespect that he was willing to put up with. Best that the woman learn that now.

"Eeeaagh!" a high, choked cry of pain tore through the air.

The sudden-tight grip made her buck about in an unconscious effort to get free. Such pain following on the footsteps of his prior, wonderfully sensual, handling was enough to force tiny whimpers from her throat as she squirmed about. Her efforts to free herself increased three-fold when the pain did not cease. Throughout it all, she refused to ask or plead for him to stop.

Continuing to hold her like that, on the edge of outright agony, was a simple enough task. A small flex of taloned fingers and a subtle shift of his hand to follow her writhing movements meant that her skin was not carved open as her struggles worsened. Only once he was satisfied by those delightful whimpers of pain did he finally relax his grasp. His roughened palm passed soothingly over the abused flesh of her breast nary a second later.

"Tsaaa, there we are now," he purred softly. His current expression would be impossible for anyone to read. "If you would only learn to curb that querulous little tongue of yours, then things would be so much simpler…"

… and quite dull to be honest. He preferred this. Preferred that fighting spirit.

Even with pain pulsing through her, muddying her thoughts, Kay knew that she was lucky, very lucky, that he'd decided to take care in how he was holding her. Otherwise she'd have ended up with a lot more than rapidly bruising skin. Barely containing yet another whimper of sound, Kay went limp as he loosened his grip. Little sparks of near-agony lanced through her even as her tormentor gently caressed her breast, the softening nipple catching against the roughened palm. Perspiration had started to bead on her brow. She shook her head dazedly, the current room flickering in and out of focus, and a droplet rolled into one eye. The small sting made her wince and she looked up at him warily through sweat-dampened hair. Really, it was likely best to simply brace herself for more pain. His expression certainly wasn't giving her any clues of what to expect after all.

Such suspicion in those dark eyes! he thought bemusedly. And rightly so.

Bending forward and down, he closed his mouth over the nipple of that same ill-treated breast. He started to suckle upon it, carefully teasing it back to a peak with proficient sweeps of his tongue and deliberate, light brushes of fang on flesh. The earlier pain would have forced the nerve endings to be so very susceptible to such tender touches. Which was partially why he'd punished her so.

The hell?! she thought with a frantic gasp.

Her back arched reflexively when his mouth closed cold-warm around breast. Kay bit into her lower lip to stifle the resultant cries that escaped her throat. It hurt… and yet it still felt good. Damn him. Damn... Her teeth sank a little deeper into the small wounds in her lip. Pain again stabbed through her thoughts and helped to center them. Helped to fight off the renewing pleasure and yet... and yet pain was a brief thing. As fleeting and ephemeral as pleasure itself. Especially when one was swinging back and forth roughly along a pendulum of torment and bliss. She bucked again when his fangs brushed against sensitized skin and squirmed about wildly.

"Nnnmmmph!" a bitten off groan escaped her lips as she writhed about.

Kain let out a low, rumbling growl at those sweet, captivating reactions. His eyes slid shut and he simply listened to the symphony she was producing for him as his mouth moved over her flesh. Every strained noise shot straight through to his groin and his length started to strain almost painfully so against his tight leathers. Rather than free himself, he reached down to curl his hands 'round the back of her thighs. Winging her legs wider still, he shifted them up and around his waist as he continued to suckle and tease at her breast. They were now pressed almost groin to groin, barely an inch of space laying between them. Any of those inviting, abortive movements would now tease over his trapped and engorged flesh.

Trapped as she was between his body and the wall, she was entirely at his mercy. With his hands 'round her thighs, if she attempted to pull away then she would slit her own skin open upon the razor-sharp edges of his talons.

And Kay's first response was indeed an effort to try and pull away from him. The light touch of cold leather touching her heated mound was enough to startle her backwards. When she did though, she immediately fell still at the sudden-sharp sensation of a cutting pain. Those sharp talon-tips had sliced shallowly into her skin. It was... frustrating to say the least. She could only move forward, towards the larger male. Dammit! She let out an explosive snarl and reluctantly ceased all efforts to pull free.

As much as she wanted to escape, she did not wish to be carved to ribbons in the process.

Good. Now that the woman had finally calmed some, he could continue his leisurely examination. He abandoned the one breast with a slow, lingering lick and then turned his attentions to the other. A low chuckle escaped him and he leaned forward to take the partially hardened nub into his mouth. A firm, suckling draw was applied nary a second later.

"Son of a bitch," she said with a shuddering gasp.

When his mouth had pulled free and that roughened tongue flicked over the jutting peak, a tiny spark of need had spiked low in her belly. When he took the other in his mouth, Kay shook her head. No! She was not supposed to be enjoying herself! This was not… she was not… They were… They were going to... Shit! No. She wasn't there. She wasn't in the hands of their Enemies. She was with Kain, her Mirror. Though that wasn't an entirely comforting thought to focus on. Trying to clear away the combined haze of desire and the fog of her memories with a shake of her head clearly wasn't working. Kay took a deep breath and tried to slow her breathing instead. Tried to calm her now racing heart by applying meditation techniques.

Again his tongue flicked out over her skin. He'd scented the renewed fear, seen the brief glazing of the woman's eyes that signaled a momentary lapse of awareness of one's surroundings and he almost growled in annoyance. The woman needed to remain grounded in the now. After letting out a hum of contemplative though, he called upon just the smallest amounts of lightning magic as he did so. Allowing the energy to dance upon the tip of his tongue, he passed it over that peaked flesh again and again. Laving the sweetest of attentions on it, causing Arcane Power to spark and crackle between them.

The magic he used was... unique. Arcana charged to a long-ago perfected frequency that would cause intense pleasure rather than pain.

"Dammit all! Simply be done wi-" a choked noise escaped her mid-word. A moment later she arched as if shot and screamed.

"AAAH!"

Shock ran through her, both literally and figuratively, and all thought of her prior tormentors was briefly chased away by that searingly good electric current.

Now Kay was not what one would call an... inexperienced... individual. Nor had she remained in any way, shape or form celibate after her arrival on Haven. With that being said, not a single one of her lovers had used magic in the bedroom. Not like this at least. They'd not known any applicable spells to use in such a fashion. What Kain was currently doing was beyond them. Nor, in truth, had she bothered to learn to cast spells in such a way. She'd needed to focus on the practical side of spell-crafting in order to keep herself alive and intact.

Holding herself still was becoming difficult, nigh on impossible. She glared down at the top of his head even as she trembled with rage...

...and forcibly, stubbornly, suppressed need.

Kain looked up to meet that defiant, focused, gaze. Lips curling upwards against the soft flesh of her breast, well pleased that he now held her attention in full, he continued to suckle upon her nipple. Each darling little cry sent another fission of hunger through him. Every jerk of her body rubbing groin against groin coaxed his own need to greater heights. He swept the tip of his tongue out over that peak again and again, sending magic tingling over her skin with every... single... pass. Eventually pausing, he let the magic build as he trailed fangs lightly over that oh-so-vulnerable flesh, before suddenly flicking the charged tip of his tongue over the nipple once more.

This pulse had been charged to just that sweet edge of pain.

"Haaa… haa… ahhh," Kay's breathing was becoming more and more frantic.

Screw difficult… her body was taunt as a bow-string as she fought to hold still. Despite her best efforts, she was bucking involuntarily against his larger form. Every sweeping pass of that charged tongue left her trembling on the edge of a knife. She wanted more. Hated that she wanted it and yet needed it all the same. But she refused to beg. Refused to show that the building desire was affecting her any more than she already had. Even the near painful scrape of fang against flesh couldn't distract from the pulses of magic that seared, pulsed… teased... and... oh gods!

When that last pass jolted through her, the mixed signal left her momentarily breathless.

It was, perhaps, taking more effort than it was worth to maintain her angry glower. She wanted to be Turned, true, but that meant submission and... and...

"Nnnnnggh," she groaned low and deep after a long moment of hitched silence.

The strained reactions of her body and that angry, yet hunger-tinged glare were luscious things. A satisfied rumble filled the air as Kain suckled harder upon her breast. He would wring every single scrap of that defiant temper out of his Mirror. He would make her scream for him. Make her beg for more. He pulled back with a low growl of sound and a final pass of his tongue over her skin. Looking over her eager, flushed form as he straightened, his cock fairly throbbed with lust.

Perhaps I should take her now? Kain hummed softly to himself as he thought and he shook his head faintly in dismissal. Not just yet. Mine little Mirror can be taken higher still before the end.

Bucking slightly as the vibrations teased her skin, she almost pushed against him yet again. Her body had all but openly betrayed her. Her mind was close to following suit. Kay's head fell backwards to rest against the wall and she clenched her eyes shut in an attempt to focus. However, the sudden darkness… only made things worse. Somehow made the pleasure of it all stand out in greater relief. When he finally pulled away from her breast an open, disappointed, moan freely escaped her lips. She opened her eyes and blinked dazedly at the ceiling for a time. When there was no immediate follow up, given that he seemed lost in thought, her own thoughts were able to crystallize once more and a cry of desire-tinged rage escaped her lips. She'd realized what she'd done, what she'd responded so easily too, and renewed her struggles to get free.

Kain chuckled softly when she moaned so wantonly and then laughed louder as her expression twisted with growing agitation and upset. An exasperating yet lovely little creature, fighting so hard against that which had been predetermined. He waited a moment and then pressed himself hard along the line of her body in reward for those enchanting sounds of anger and lust. His leather-covered length now rubbing near-painfully against her passion-heated flesh. Every writhing undulation would only grind her body against his own and heighten his own pleasure as well as hers.

She snarled at his amusement and would have snapped at him, yet her words failed her when he shoved his crotch so forcefully against her own. Instead of an insult, a strained, near-squeak of noise filled the air. The feel of him left her breathless. Eyes widening, she tried to pull back, barely an inch of movement really, and abruptly stilled as the sharp pressure increased. Dread filled her and she could feel herself going pale. She'd forgotten for a moment that she was quite thoroughly cornered. No way forward unless she wanted to encourage him by rubbing against him. No way back unless she wanted to cut herself open on those razor-sharp digits. Fear lanced through her and settled over her thoughts like a fog. Once more, the room almost seemed to twist about her as the past threatened to overtake the present.

Lips curling back up in a fanged grin, Kain let out a low, deep bark of laughter at her reactions. That dread-filled expression was delightful. Her fear and lust tinged scent alluring. Even though she was trying so very hard to avoid moving, the soft tremors of her body against his own were distinct. Unmistakable. He tilted his head at the shadows in her eyes and let out another hum of annoyance. Talon-tips abruptly curled into the skin of her thighs. Just enough to force her forward in order to avoid the cutting bite. And again. And again.

Every movement would grind her body against his, force her to rub that sensitive, eager flesh against his own. Sparks of pleasure to wind around the jolts of near pain. A lovely symphony of torment and gratification.

"The hel-Ow! Fuck!" she yelped and jerked roughly against him.

Once more she flushed bright red with embarrassment and anger as she was outright forced to grind herself against his crotch to avoid those sharp points. Each brush of her mound against his leather pants sent a jolt through her and Kay snarled as her eyes cleared. Though... really, the snarl was mostly directed at herself rather than at Kain. What the hell had she gotten herself into? 'Go fuck yourself'? As if he wouldn't take that insult as blanket permission. Especially given the early parts of their conversation! Never mind that this had been an all but guaranteed occurrence at some point in their association with each other, she truly should have just held her tongue and been patient.

Still... being forced against him so wasn't helping her fight that growing sense of panicked dread. He was huge and felt far too big, too thick, to be considered normal by any definition of the word!

Well, that is to say, 'normal' outside of anything other than a porno.

The jerking movements of her hips were quite enthralling. Every subtle move of his talons made her twist so winsomely against him. Those soft, wet folds left a noticeable trail over the leather that covered his groin as she moved for him. Writhed for him. Kain shifted his grip to allow her a moment of respite from the pain and then leaned in close. Passing his tongue over her collarbone and along the smooth line of her shoulder, he indulged in the taste of her skin. The beads of fear- and lust-tinged sweat that trailed along her skin were bitter-sweet. Succulent.

A low rumble filled the air and he started to trail pleasurable magic over her skin once more as he continued to taste her body. His focus was razor sharp as he worked to coax more of those rich, honeyed little sounds out of her.

Kay twitched when he started to lick at her heated flesh. Unable to do anything other than writhe minutely at the sensual touches, she trembled… and then went limp as her thoughts started to unravel once more. Barely managing to contain another groan of pleasure at the continued applications of magic against her skin, her head fell to rest against her arm. The left side her neck was left bared to him as her body slowly bucked against his own. It was not really a submission on her part. Not consciously, at least. No, this was a subconscious request for his oddly gentle attentions to move higher. To focus on more the more sensitive areas of her neck and shoulders.

A purr escaped him at those open movements and he decided to indulge her silent request for more. Trailing his tongue up from her collarbone to her throat, he left a rapidly cooling line of saliva behind. He pulled back and blew along said line to further chill the overheated, flushed skin. Sharp fangs then gently scraped over the soft flesh just beneath the ear. One of the areas that he'd taken note of earlier. His tongue flicked out over the faint scratch marks left behind nary a second later, soothing the recently abused skin.

He'd been kind enough not to draw blood with that grazing touch and wondered if she'd even notice.

A small, almost breathy gasp escaped Kay's lips when his tongue flicked out over the sensitive skin of her neck and her body twitched almost violently with abortive thrusts against his larger form. The titillatingly light, magically-enhanced sweeps of his tongue were fogging up her thoughts quite thoroughly. Even the small, glancing touch of his fangs were pleasant rather than painful. She clenched her eyes shut and shook her head in a futile effort to fight against the desire pooling low in her core.

It was, quite obviously, a loosing battle.

Why... why does he have to make it feel so good...? Shouldn't he have just Turned me and been done with it, she thought with a low groan. He... doesn't have to make it feel good... so why?

Kain hungrily watched her form as she twitched with barely restrained desire. The magical current searing through her small frame with each sweep of his tongue would drive carnal needs to unimaginable heights for a Human. He swirled his tongue over the pale-flushed skin beneath her ear. Her expressions and those soft cries spilling from her lips were dulcet sounds. Divine.

Good, he thought to himself with a dark smile, curved lips raising to tease over the soft shell of her ear. That she is obviously not used to such pleasures will make the process of breaking her to my hand that much easier.

"Haaaaaa… ahhh," another throttled groan escaped her.

The tingling of magic against her ear was almost, almost, enough to cause an itch. Head shifting back and forth in little jerks, Kay found that she couldn't quite decide if she wanted him to stop or continue that sensual assault. Eventually, the itching sensation won out. She jerked her head forward and to the side, pushing her head against her arm to try and block his access to the sensitive area. If her hands had been free, she'd have tried to shove him away. As it was, she was left trying to rub the itch away using her bound arm.

It didn't work that well.

Kain pulled back with a bemused, and slightly annoyed, huff of breath at her movements. Still? After a moment it became clear that she was not trying to fend him off and his ire abated. Not an insult then. Yet her actions had been a unconscious bit of impertinence all the same. A small punishment would be needed to remind her just who was in charge. He slid his right hand upwards and over the curve of her ass to cup her rear-end. Talon-tips scratched lightly, teasing against her skin but not cutting. For all the lean muscle on her, she had soft curves and good breeding hips that would have likely made her a prized blood-breeder in his Empire. Were it not for her temperament that is. He gave that rounded, plump little rear a firm, hard squeeze.

The grip was tight enough to raise yet another possessive bruise.

Kay bit back a cry of pain at the tight grip, her eyes flying wide. The incessant itching sensation was forgotten in an instant. Fucker! That hurt! She twisted about, as much as she was able to, in an attempt to escape the painful hold. Sadly, her movements only opened new cuts in her thigh and, overall, her struggles did nothing more than push her against the sharp talons of the hand holding her or simply ground her body that much harder against Kain's.

Ah, that openly pained expression was exquisite. Kain leaned in close to her neck, taking in a slow, deep breath and he shivered in anticipation. Her blood-scent, too, was an intoxicating aroma. Sweet like honey and laced with startled pain. Shifting his hips to meet her every move, a growling moan of pleasure escaped him. How much better would it be? To be buried deep inside his Little Mirror's heat? Not yet. A little more. Just a while longer to forge those flames of need higher still and… Ah, now that would work perfectly in this situation, wouldn't it? He abruptly released his grip on her ass and moved his hand higher up her backside.

Relaxing only once his hand had moved away from her ass, Kay went partially limp and panted wildly for breath through her nose. She had to forcibly contain the continued whimpers that threatened to escape her lips by biting down on her tongue. Bloody hell, but that had not been a pleasant experience. That he was forcing her to transition back and forth between pleasure and pain almost too fast for her to register wasn't a surprise given who he was. One moment she was on the edge of needing release, needing to fall over in a haze of pleasure at his hands and the next she was wrenched ruthlessly back over said edge and onto pain-jagged ground. Memories that should have overwhelmed her by now were carefully held at bay by a master skilled in such techniques.

The tips of his talons slowly came to a halt right at the base of her back, just above the cleft of her ass. Kain tilted his head and watched the woman's face as the last traces of lust cleared from her expression. Once more he started tracing idle seeming patterns over her skin, the touch firm, but not yet cutting. Some might find such a touch soothing, but he knew that his little Mirror was too highly strung at that moment to truly relax. Which was fine. As long as her attention remained on him.

She froze, all thought derailing. Fear lanced through her when his hand stopped at the base of her back and started to trace over her skin again. Eyeing him warily, she struggled to hide behind her previous rage even though her form had started to shiver beneath that sharp-tipped, provocatively dangerous touch. Nothing had come of the designs he'd made earlier, but that wasn't necessarily going to prove true this time.

What is he going to do now? she thought worriedly.

Kain waited for several long moments, relishing in that growing apprehension, the building tension. The woman's body thrummed like the plucked strings of a lute. Only when the fear and worry was writ clear as day in her eyes did he start to cut a single sigil into her skin. Each slice was deep enough to nick at the muscle, but not disable motor function. The sigil, once completed, would cause a constant, low-level current of magic to pulse throughout her entire body whenever he touched it directly. Said current would sensitize every single nerve ending in her body and heighten her reactions to both pleasure and pain.

Kay stiffened and barely managed to stifle a tiny, high sound of agony when he started to carve into her skin. Shiiiiit! She did not immediately realize that he was literally cutting a magical sigil into her skin, only taking note of the lines of pain that lanced through her with each meticulously cut line. Eyes clenching shut, she struggled just to breathe past the pain as she tried to arch away from that cutting digit. It didn't matter that she was pushing against the taller male's form. It didn't matter if he was getting off on her movements. She just wanted the pain to stop!

When she arched against him so, Kain took the time to wrap his left arm tight around her waist. Stronger than a band of steel, that grip help her in place and prevented her struggling movements from marring the design that he was working so carefully on. His lips brushed against her ear in an almost soothing kiss and he let out a low, nigh on soothing rumble of sound as he spoke.

"Tsaaa," he murmured against that sweet-flushed skin, "you are doing so very well. Just a moment more, mine Little Mirror. Steady now. Steady..."

As much as it galled her, enraged her, his tone and that deep rumble were a near perfect balance of command and comfort. He knew what he was doing, that much was plain as day. Kay almost relaxed, almost gave in to the soothing lull of his voice, when she finally took note of the fact that there was a clear pattern being drawn into her skin. He was marking her. Marking the base of her back. Shock and outrage filled her at the, perhaps unknowing, insult. Her eyes flew wide and she snarled viciously, affronted by his actions.

You see… being a prostitute was a fully legal, and carefully monitored, profession back on her Gaia. Had been for centuries. Prostitutes of either sex wore magically charged tattoos located right at the base of the spine. Said marks helped to confirm that a prostitute was both clean of disease and helped to prevent any unwanted pregnancies. Due to the nature of the mark's placement in order for it to function properly as a preventative and health-safety measure, as well as the cultural significance behind it, only prostitutes ever got tattoos at the base of their back.

To have a 'Tramp Stamp' forced upon a person… well, that had quite a different connotation to someone from her world as opposed to someone from say Dante's, Wesker's, Remus', Seras' or even Rip's versions of Earth/Gaia.

Currently unaware of the turmoil racing through the woman's mind, Kain continued to carve the sigil. He knew without looking where each line, each curve, each jagged seeming edge, needed to go. The blood drawn by his actions would in no way interfere with the symbol's effectiveness. Once finished, he laid the rough palm of his hand over the mark to send the sigil's magic coursing through her body. Releasing his restrictive hold, he shifted his left hand back down along the side of her body, leaving a fresh trail of scratch marks behind. His eyes narrowed hungrily on her form, eager to take in her response to this new tactic.

"You god-damned, cock-sucking son of a-nnNH!" she'd finally managed to find her voice only to have her enraged rant cut off mid-insult.

The sudden nerve-jolting pulse of magic that flowed through Kay's body had startled her. Badly. Every single cut and bruise she'd gained so far this eve abruptly stood out in sharp relief to her mind. When his talons nicked and scratched at her side, it felt as if he were still carving into her body. The pain-filled shock successfully rendered her mute for the briefest of moments before the outrage returned full force and helped her rally past it. She let out a howling roar of rage and denial both.

Chuckling low in reaction to that fierce little roar, Kain pulled his left hand away from her side and stepped back just far enough so that he could reach between their bodies. Turning his hand, he extended the back of one talon outwards to brush against the delicate, magically sensitized folds of her body. That light touch was immediately followed up by a charged burst of pleasure-inducing electricity. She'd reacted beautifully to the pain. Now to see how she reacted to the other end of the spectrum.

"How dare you mark me in such a mann…" her voice broke and she arched backwards, a strained scream forced past her lips. "KyaaaAAAAHHH!"

Her eyes flew wide as the soft touch against the folds of her moistened slit sent pleasurable magic tearing through her mind and body. She bucked against him violently and another high wail of sound escaped her. Kay's hands clenched tight about the chains holding her bound in placed and she struggled violently in an effort to pull away from that too-good touch. It was... it was too much sensation.

Kain's brow arched at the odd outburst, focused so acutely around the mark that he had left etched into her skin. He shrugged a moment later and paid it no further mind. Instead, his attention fixated on the way her face twisted so charmingly with strain. He had to match her thrashing movements so that only the back of his talon stayed pressed against her dampening folds. No need to slice up those sensitive folds. Watching her with hungry eyes as she struggled futilely against his magic, he couldn't help but think that she writhed so beautifully for him. Kain let out a deep, lust-filled growl after a few moments. More. He wanted, demanded and ultimately would have, more.

Choked noises escaped her lips against her will. It was too much… far, far too much. And yet... somehow it was too little. Everything had turned sharp-edged and loud in her mind. Her pulse was thundering in her ears. The feel of his hands on her body. It was taking everything she had not to just give in. To give up. Taking everything she was to not to… not to beg of all things. She needed… She wanted… So… so close. Mor- no… nonononono! She shook her head violently back and forth in negation even as a whine of need escaped her throat.

He shifted his talon so that the very tip came to rest feather-light against her clit and smiled darkly as he met that increasingly frantic gaze. Only once the anger melted away to be replaced by desperation and her voice filled the room with sounds of wordless need did he react. He laughed, low and dark, and flashed a predatory grin at her.

Now she was ready.

He abruptly heightened the magical frequency so that it would force her over that edge into the blissful abyss that was release.

Kay tried desperately to hold onto her anger at his laughter…

…and failed.

"N-nAAAAAAHHHHH!" Kay arched backwards with a shrill scream and writhed about frantically.

The shock of the violent orgasm tore through her and her mind almost went blank from the force of it. Gods… so good. It felt so damned good and… no! Clawing against the pleasure, nails scratching and breaking against the metal chain links, she let out a wailing, defiant roar in the face of that mind-numbing bliss. Her teeth clamped down and dug into her lower lip as she tried to silence herself. Tried to combat the searing, unending, pleasure with self-inflicted pain. Fresh rivulets of blood trailed down her chin and several frantic, helplessly needy mewls escape her mouth despite her efforts.

Shit... shit... it's not helping…! she thought madly.

Kay suddenly lost her grip on the chains and her body fell, still jerking and twisting about wildly from the overload of sensation.

He shifted his grip swiftly, breaking the current against her clit and her back in order to catch the woman's tiny frame in his hands. It would do no good if the more sensitive parts of her body were left damaged by his talons during her fall. She would not heal easily from such injuries and, worse still, it would set back her current training. Kain held her carefully as she shuddered and bucked about uncontrollably. That she writhed so splendidly from his magic alone... he growled in darksome pleasure and the low thrum echoed throughout the air.

Kay's eyelids fluttered weakly and she panted heavily for breath. Relief slowly filled her. The magical current against her clit was gone. She could... she could think again, even if just barely. Well, to be honest with herself... she couldn't. Not just yet at any rate. The buzz of release lingered heavily in her mind, in her body… in her very bones far longer than usual. Even having fought against it with all that she had… all that she was…

No one had ever made her peak like that before. The magnitude of it had been all but mind-breaking.

Kain shifted to balance her lighter weight with one hand and swiftly undid the ties to his dragon-hide leathers with the other. He pulled aside the front placket in order to free his erect flesh, eager indeed to fill the woman and then suddenly paused. Flicking his tongue hungrily over his fangs, he eyed that still twitching form consideringly. The long, lean lines of her legs, the smooth-firm planes of her stomach, the pert breasts. The woman was quite pleasing to the eye. And yet...

She was such a tiny thing despite the showing of skill, vigor and that foolish bravado of hers...

In the time that it took him to free himself, Kay was able to grab hold of the now thoroughly frayed reins of her anger. Her cheeks were flushed with fear, upset, embarrassment... and lingering pleasure from that volatile orgasm. Glancing down though proved to be her undoing. She looked away swiftly and went pale. All of her anger was gone in an instant, replaced by intense fear and dread. Her jaw clenched and her thoughts started racing wildly. The length him... that might well be manageable. No, the true reason behind her unease was Kain's sheer girth. He was too simply thick, just as she'd feared! If he decided to simply ram it in…

Suffice to say, Kay would not have been surprised if he tore her apart in the process of doing so.

Tasting her fear on the air, he discerned the reason for it immediately. Her worries writ clear in the charming way that she'd clenched her teeth and the rapid beating of her heart. Kain pulled a vial of oil from his storage dimension. He snapped off the top with a practiced movement and then slicked his considerable length liberally with said fluid. Rather then do as she so desperately feared he would, he moved his slickened hand to her slit instead. He rubbed the knuckle of one talon along those wet folds in a gentle, teasing touch before nudging said knuckle against the tight opening of her body. Applying a gentle pressure, he started to work her open, pushing firmly for a few moments before pulling away to gather up more oil. He repeated the slow process of readying her several time. Truly, he was showing his little Mirror far more consideration than he might have shown others in prepping and stretching her slit the way he was; with an expert's careful and knowing touch. Eventually though, her body would give way fully to the thick digit and then he would be able to lay his claim upon her body.

Kay tried to pull away from that probing, stretching touch along her slit. Shivering openly as she squirmed about, she snarled weakly and tried to hide her bodies already slickened state from him… but it was no use. There was literally nowhere for her to go. Not bound and held as she was. A hitched gasp escaped her lips as her body slowly started to make room for that thick knuckle. The stretching, breaching pressure was… manageable. Barely.

"Nnngh... oh… oh fuck," she cursed softly, wincing at the strain being placed on her opening.

A deeper, strangled groan escaped her and her body spasmed. The convulsive movement allowed his knuckle to sink deeper still into her tight hole. It hurt yes, but it was the kind of hurt that felt damned good at the same time.

Kain continued to stretch that opening, enjoying the throttled little noises that she made. The way she tried to quiet herself all to no avail was captivating. He chuckled darkly. Such an endearing creature. Stopping only once he felt her entrance was prepped well enough to take him without causing a great deal of damage, he then took the time to nuzzle his nose lightly against her throat. Her racing heart was temptation all by itself, but he reined in the desire to bite into that soft, unprotected flesh. Instead, he nudged at her chin with his nose. A silent demand for her to look up. To look at him. A demand that she'd do well to heed if she had any sense in her pretty little head.

A demand that was recognized and almost ignored. Even with her thoughts muddied as they were, she didn't want to give in. Like him, she was used to fighting back, tooth and nail until she'd won or been knocked flat by her foes. And yet, as a female, she had learned how to be patient far earlier in life than her male counterpart. Human females, even in her own 'advanced' society, tended to have to work quite hard to both earn and maintain the respect of their peers. To learn to endure the hateful glances and taunts that were in no way true. As such, she contained the initial, foolishly impulsive desire to bite at that nudging nose and raised her head warily to meet that golden-eyed gaze.

Ah, but that defiant look was delectable!

Truly, she amused him. He'd actually thought to release her from her binding and then move her to the bed to take her there instead of against the wall. But her eyes were clear and showed that she still had some fight left in her. She'd likely attempt to resist him the moment she was released. Best to leave the manacles where they were. Chuckling softly, Kain pulled his hand away from her slit and slowly raised his talon to his lips instead as if that had been his intent all along. His gaze locked upon her own, a smirk curling his lips upwards and revealing fang as he did so. Another dark thrum of noise that low enough to be felt rather than heard filled the air. He waited until he had her full attention and then slowly, lewdly, lapped at the mix of oil and her own slickness that now coated his knuckle.

Shuddering at the unheard sound, the strange feel of it all but caressing her skin, she shook her head again in denial. Her eyes widened and she swallowed roughly at the sight of him licking his talon clean so... so obscenely. Licking her own suddenly dry lips, her thoughts continued to race. She could admit, at least to herself, that such actions were lust-inducing. Enticing in a way that made her clench reflexively, made her feel almost perversely eager for what was coming next. And yet, knowing what was to come still left her feeling concerned. No matter what he might say or do, she was afraid of the thought of coupling with him as she was. As a Human. Glancing down, then back up and away just as swiftly as before, she shook her head in mute denial and tried to arch away from him.

Still chuckling, as her apprehension was such an obvious and charming thing, he reached down and grabbed her legs. His hands curved carefully under the bend of each knee and, though the hold was gentle, the woman would not be able to escape from his grasp. False words of comfort or assurance were not uttered. Why should he bother with them? She would not believe such things even if he voiced them. He winged her legs wide and then aligned the head of his hardened shaft with that sweet-slick entrance and watched patiently. He was waiting for her face, her expression, to twist with despair. For that luscious, exquisitely perfect moment of realization of the fact that penetration was inescapable.

Panic filled her when he grabbed her legs. She writhed and twisted about in his grasp, but struggling proved to be just as ineffective as her earlier efforts. Her legs were trapped! A strained sound escaped Kay's lips as her legs were then spread wide. She groaned as the thick head of his cock pressed hard against her entrance and tensed fearfully in expectation. A few moments later she relaxed faintly. At least he hadn't simply rammed it in. Still, her breathing quickened and terror pulsed through her despite the light touch against her slit. What was he wait-... no. Dammit all. She knew what he was doing now. What he expected of her. Hissing in defiant rage and grabbing at the chains once more, broken fingernails clawing wildly at the immovable metal, Kay attempted to lift herself up and away from that hard shaft.

There. There it was. The potent fear. The impotent, obstinate rage. Yes… oh, yes. Even with her writhing about so fiercely, she was unable to escaped his hold. Unable to even knock him out of alignment. He grinned, a fanged and vicious flash of teeth and started to sink slowly into the tight sheath that was her body. There was no pause, no hesitation, as he breached that opening. An appreciative, hissing sound escaped through his clenched teeth as the sweet-slick warmth of her hole enveloped the head of his cock like a too-small glove.

A loud, wordless cry of denial escaped her lips, but again it was no use. A higher pitched cry of almost-pain escaped her a second later as the thick head started to push inside. Too big! Trying to bear down, to push him out, didn't help any. It only made her spasm around him that much more. Head and shoulders slamming against the wall, she howled and howled, completely overwhelmed by the sheer girth of the massive cock-head pushing into her. Spearing her. It was as if she was being run through by a weapon in truth. Her slit stretching wider and wider still for that hard and unyielding flesh and… and…

And all she could do was scream...

Ah, perfection, Kain thought with a pleased groan.

The elegant arch of her throat as she was slowly impaled upon his cock. The way her fingers scrambled against the thick links of the chains that held her bound. The way her body convulsed and squeezed his flesh in an instinctive effort to expel him. Even those high, pure cries of defeat filling the air... Magnificent. Kain let out a low, throaty growl of hunger. The tight clench around his cock was tight indeed and the constricting heat merely ratcheted his lusts to greater heights. Rather than pull back and give her time to adjust, he forged his way deeper still. Another throttled sound filled the air as he abruptly halted. Three thick inches of his cock were now buried in that wet hole.

He was kind enough to give her a few breathless moments to adjust rather than fill her completely.

A strangled, grunting little squeak of noise escaped her throat when he pushed deeper. Such an embarrassing sound! Blushing brightly, she turned her head away and refused to look at him. Refused to look, to watch as he impaled her on that thick shaft. Yet, even unseen, the truth was unavoidable. Fuck… she felt like… he was... dammit all. Too much. Too full. When he stopped moving her body finally had the time that it needed to adjust, at least in part, to that invading girth. She tried to move, to shift about and ease the ache, but that only made her inner muscles clench reflexively. She bucked in his hands before she could stop herself and for a few seconds all that mattered was that mixture of pain and pleasure searing through her core. It was a struggle to not simply writhe about like some crazed thing.

"Haaaaaa... sss…" she hissed through clenched teeth and eventually managed to still herself through shear willpower alone.

Oh, but the sweet clasp around him was divine. His hands tightened briefly around her legs before he forcibly relaxed his grip. Slow… careful. If he wanted to enjoy this to the fullest, then he would need to be patient. True, he could simply Turn her and enjoy her form more thoroughly after the fact, but then he would have to wait for his pleasure to be actualized. Kain was a patient man, but he was not of a mind to be that patient. Not right now. Not with her body wrapped tight and wet and warm as a furnace around him. He let out a growling breath and shifted the palm of one hand down along her outer thigh. His hand passed over the curve of her ass without halting and then slid it back up so that it came to rest on the sigil. The light contact immediately renewed the magical current from earlier.

A throttled, hitching groan escaped her as soon as he touched that damnable mark. As the pain of all of her injuries flared back up, she almost whimpered and yet… somehow it was a minor concern compared to the now insanely intense pain-filled sensation of being stretched open so very wide upon that thick cock. Said sensation flooded her thoughts, chasing them away under the rough tides of 'Too much!', 'Feels good', 'Too full!', 'So deep! Yes!' and 'Fuuuuck!'. Gasping frantically for breath, her eyes fluttered closed as it all became... overwhelming. Not quite narcotic but definitely something that could become addicting in the long term. Kay started to buck about wildly in his grasp, all restraint gone as her body subconsciously struggled to both pull away and also ride that invading shaft.

Kain growled low in appreciation. Her wild actions were driving his length in and out of her body without him having to so much as move an inch. The sweet friction and clasping heat was wondrous indeed. Enough to have earned herself a small reward. He leaned in to lave his tongue over that bared throat in gentle, seductive passes. Mouthing her neck slowly, his let his fangs graze against the soft and luscious skin in the teasing, dangerous, promise of a bite. He started to suckle at her neck in earnest, enough to leave the clear mark of a hickey in that pink-flushed skin, and shifted the hand upon her leg to rub his thumb along her inner thigh. A soothing, massaging pressure designed to help her relax further still. To enable her to take more. The rapid, frantic little pulse beneath his tongue was enticing and his fangs scraped harder over her flesh, but even now he did not bite down and pierce her flesh.

Though the suckling pleasure of her Mirror's mouth upon her throat and his hand upon her thigh scorched through her with an intensity that threatened to leave her nothing more than a mindless puddle of eager, lascivious need... however, the scrape of fang against her neck, much harder than before, was a sharp-cold reminder that Kay had a deadly predator at her throat. Her thoughts snapped back into place with a sudden flash of instinctual fear, realigned by that crystal clarity which screamed a single word; danger! Crying out, she desperately fought off the haze of lust that threatened to drag her back under its sway. With her thoughts somewhat less muddled, she twisted in his grasp and tried to bite at him.

Kain felt the sudden tension in her body and swiftly pulled back out of range of Human-weak teeth just before she lunged at him. He let out a thrumming growl, feeling thoroughly amused by her actions. Even now, with his length buried partially inside her, she still tried to fight back. Leaving her bound had indeed been the prudent choice. He chuckled darkly at the continued defiance in the face of the inevitable and let go of her other leg. Kain's hand closed swiftly around her jaw, the movement far too fast for a Human to track. Her full weight would now be supported only by the manacles that were closed around her wrists… and his own cock buried inside that wet hole. He leaned in and took in a slow, deep breath of that delicious scent. It still carried hints of remembered fear. Of fresh pain. Frustration. And the distinctive scent of wild, animalistic, carnal hunger. Something that he would not allow her to deny.

"Your scent reveals the truth of you mine Mirror," he purred softly.

Cursing when her teeth closed around naught but air, she made to try again only to be restrained before she could so much as blink. A gasp escaped her when gravity caught up with deed and forced another inch of that cock inside of her. Fuck! He was… how? He'd been holding her limb trapped. No…. No, he'd let go of her leg to grab her jaw and… With the realization that both of her legs were now free, Kay moved swiftly. She tried to brace her feet, to use his own hips as leverage to push up and away from that impaling length but… dammit! She was still trapped between him and that damned wall. There wasn't enough room to pull off of him. She... there had to be something that she could do but... Kay simply couldn't focus properly, no matter how hard she tried... and... and...

"W-what t-the hell… are you talking about…?" she managed to gasp out between frantic, growling pants for air.

He forced her head up and to the side so that he could lick along the line of her throat all the way up to her ear. Kain's lips brushed against the soft shell in an almost gentle kiss. Completely ignoring the feet on his hips, he gave a firm thrust of his hips seated his shaft even deeper into that wet, clasping heat. The ridges on his length caught roughly along slick inner walls and it twitched when her body clenched so tight around him in an automatic reflex. He rumbled in darksome satisfaction and his lips curled up in a smile against her ear as he pushed deeper still.

"Do you not feel it mine Mirror?" he whispered to her. His tone was a wicked thing indeed as his lips feathered over her ear in another light kiss. "Your body is so very eager to be nothing more than a sheath for my cock."

"I... Damn… you…! NggaaARGHH!" she howled a denial at that perverse statement.

Her eyes clenched shut and she screamed again in outrage. She knew as well as he did that, with her body being unaccustomed to such a massive girth, she couldn't help but clench around him. That there were odd ridges along his shaft, ridges that sent pleasure jolting through her as they rubbed over all-too-sensitive internal muscle, only made those reflexive actions more prominent. Howling helplessly as he sank deeper still, Kay started to openly panic. She writhed vehemently in an attempt to pull away, to pull up and off of that massive cock. Sadly, she was unable to find the room to escape even now.

Kain released her jaw and reached down to close his hand around her hip instead. He held her carefully as she twisted and writhed about like a wild-cat, guiding her movements subtly to help enhance his own pleasure. He had expected such an outburst in response to his words, knowing it that they would be a harsh blow indeed to her pride. But her struggles only made her body spasm that much more around him, heightening his own gratification. Kain waited patiently for her strength to wane, eyes hooded with satisfaction as he watched her writhe for him.

Without magic, Kay had no way to restore her physical stamina and she was rapidly losing the energy needed to fight against his grasp. Her feet suddenly slipped off his leather-covered hips and she fell. Barely choking back yet another scream, she froze, eyes flying wide in shock. The fall had forced that thick shaft deep indeed. While he was not yet buried to the hilt within her, as he was too long for that, the head of his length was now knocking quite firmly against her cervix. She groaned at the sensation and her bucking struggles lessened to become roiling, unfocused undulations. Eyes rolling back, lids closing once more, her head fell back against the wall. Oh... oh, but that kind of pressure almost always undid her.

A satisfied snarl escaped him as her own movements forced him to bottom out within her. He swiftly sank his fangs into the soft flesh of her neck, avoiding the main artery, and fed. It was merely a slow and suckling draw upon her life-force. Nothing more as yet as he did not wish to leave her too drained. Kain dropped his hand between them and gently pushed one knuckle against her clit when her exertions dwindled down to naught but weakened little twists of that lithe body. As she was now, exhausted and weary, her struggles would no longer result in him risking unintended injuries. With his other hand still pressed against the sigil upon her back, he sent another pulse of meticulously calculated energy into that sensitive node of flesh in order to force her over that metaphorical cliff's edge once more.

With her strength waning, she barely managed to hold back a whimper as his fangs sank into her neck. The pain was negligible when compared to everything else. She didn't even notice when his hand moved away from her hip. As such, her eyes flew back open when that magical current again seared through her clit. Like before, it didn't hurt. It should have hurt. Instead… oh... it felt so good. Her legs lifted almost of their own accord to lock tight around his waist in response to that wonderful, mind-rending pleasure. Bucking about as she came, her wild movements actually forced another thick inch of his massive cock into her already badly stretched hole, her body making way and accommodating the impalement as much as it possibly could. She squirmed about in his grasp and howled, body convulsing, spasming uncontrollably around the broad length.

"Hnnnnnn," Kain's eyes slid shut and he groaned around a mouthful of rich blood as she practically seized around his shaft.

Superb. She was doing so very well by taking him so deep. In reward, he held the magic in place and immediately forced her over the edge of orgasm yet a third time. The sweet convulsions around him needed to continue, that was certain. This time though, rather than let the magic fade away, he ruthlessly held her over that edge. Mercilessly forced the orgasm to last for several minutes instead of just a handful of seconds. He wanted to relish and indulge in those sweet, winsome reactions of hers.

Her mind trembled and strained beneath the magic as it held her on the highest peak of pleasure. Again she howled, tears pricking at her eyes, and this time... the noise ended in a low-pitched whine.

It was...

It was too much...

Far, far too much for her mind to handle.

The slow loss of blood was weakening her further still and it all began to hurt. There was only so much that a Human mind could handle after all, even when it came to pleasure. As such, the force of that magically-induced orgasm sundered all capability of thought. Of reason. Of will. The next sound out of her was a high-pitched, broken shriek of pained-pleasure that abruptly cut off as her voice gave out in its' entirety. Tiny, choked little whimpers continued to escape her when the magic still did not dissipate and her eyes fluttered weakly.

No more. No more! she thought weakly, knowing that she was perilously close to passing out.

"Ahh... divine... shhh now. Good girl," Kain murmured softly as he pulled his fangs free.

He looked down and a dark chuckle escaped him as he took in the sight of her legs wrapped so very tight around his waist. The convulsions of her body around his cock were sublime. Ambrosial. He rocked in and out of that clenching, tremoring little hole as she came around him so explosively. Only when her eyes started fluttering with the tell-tale signs of unconsciousness did he actually stop sending the current through her form.

"Tsaa, easy now," he purred bemusedly, knuckle rubbing feather-light over her clit. "Stay with me now mine Mirror. I am not done with you just yet."

Kay slumped when the magical current finally stopped. Her legs went limp, now only loosely wrapped around his waist rather than the prior desperate and frantic hold that she'd had on him before. She started to shudder violently as she came down from the orgasmic high. Panting, wheezing really as her breathing was a strained thing indeed, she found that she could only hang there and tremble against him. After the force and duration of the pleasure that she had just been made to endure, well… she would have quite welcomed the darkness of unconsciousness just then. That old phrase 'too much of a good thing' existed for a reason after all.

There were words… sounds coming from him that she couldn't understand clearly. The only thing she knew was that his voice promised nothing but 'more to come'. She whimpered and tried to pull back with a weak shake of her head, a few stress-tears falling from her eyes to trail down her flushed cheeks.

No more! Oh please, no more! Kay felt that she couldn't, wouldn't, be able to handle anything more just then.

He shifted his hand away from that shock swollen nub and he rubbed soothingly at her inner thigh as she whimpered so helplessly for him. He leaned forward long enough to kiss and lick those salty tracks from her cheeks with a low purr. His own pleasure was mounting higher and higher still with every weak little twist of her form. Each bucking, writhing movement was blissful. Kain let out a hiss of breath and leaned back, maintaining careful control of his forward movements lest he cause her irreparable damage. Even so, he continued to move without pause, in and out in firm, demanding thrusts. He was relishing the feeling of that slick heat enveloping his cock. Minutes later he reached out with mental magic and started to wrap his thoughts around her own. It would be as if he were covering her mind with a heavy blanket of fog.

"Nnnnn… nngaah," she gasped out, barely noticing the soft touches of lips and roughened tongue passing over her cheeks with how out of it she was.

Even though her throat felt raw from screaming, a loud and pained moan still filled the air at those forceful thrusts of his hips. Quite thoroughly dazed from the onslaught on her body, she failed to notice the heavy weight of his mind against her own. Her thoughts were blurred enough that the mental fog simply left her further disoriented. No defenses rose. No counter-attack. No. That mental entry was simply mistaken as another layer of befuddlement caused by the slow, measured rocking of his cock in and out of her body. As it was, she felt... lost. Adrift upon the tides and… she thrashed weakly, another incoherent cry escaping her throat at the heavy-handed thrusts that just... wouldn't... stop...

Said lustful, hazy thoughts were divine… and moderately distracting. While it would be different doing what he planned to her Human mind, it would be no more complicated a thing for him now after the millennia that he had seen than it was for her own heart to beat. It would simply take more time given the lack of mental pathways designed specifically for a Vampires telepathic Gift, the Whisper. Still, he would enjoy himself in the process. And if she regained herself and fought back? Made the process last longer by renewing her struggles to get free? That last thought shuddered through him and his next thrust was harsh. Almost cruel.

"Nnmmh!" Kay's mouth opened wide in shock at the hard thrust. Oh… gods!

That powerful move had sent those off-seeming ridges on his length gliding right over that sweet spot within her. She shuddered in response, inner walls rippling with a lesser, yet somehow no-less-intense, orgasm. Body bucking and hands yanked wildly at unyielding chain (her wrists were going to be badly bruised if not bloody by the end of this), she let out yet another throttled groan. The sound echoed loudly throughout the large room. Her eyes fluttered, unconsciousness again eating at the edges of her thoughts even as her body practically tried to milk that thick length for all its' worth.

With that pert mouth opened up so very wide, Kain was suddenly struck by an idle thought. Given that her strength was flagging so, perhaps it would be good to indulge himself? He chuckled and slowed his pace to that of a gentle glide that no longer jarred her body with each thrust. There was something he wanted to test and he could not do so if his own movements were jerking her about. He reached up to clench her jaw in his hand once more and pinched down gently. The grip would keep her mouth forced open without his talons cutting into the delicate flesh of her cheeks. That is to say, she would not be cut as long as she did not struggle against said hold.

"Easy now mine Mirror," he ordered a darksome purr tingeing his voice. "Hold still for me. That's it."

Without further warning, he eased one thick talon into her mouth, sharp point angled carefully to avoid injury, and he lightly nudged at the back of her throat. Would she choke upon it like most of those untrained in such arts?

She opened her eyes to blink blearily at him, but did not fight back when he forced her mouth open. In fact, she hardly registered the thick talon in her mouth at all. The only reaction he got when said talon nudged at the back of her throat was her swallowing in response. Nothing more. After a few moments, the tip of her tongue lightly flicked up against the sharp edge. Nothing more than an idle and reflexive probe when one had an object in their mouth for an extended period of time. Said tongue pulled away from the cutting edge nary a second later.

Ow, she thought dully as she blinked. What the heck…?

"Now this is a pleasing surprise," he said and he smiled. Another cruel flash of fang and dark satisfaction.

Kain pushed his talon deeper still, testing and finding the seemingly outright lack of a gag reflex. He thrust his talon deeper still and held it there with the tip buried down her throat for several long seconds. Was he truly so lucky or was it merely the result of a lassitude brought on by a multitude of orgasms that had made her throat so lax and pliant?

Other than the prior small movements of her tongue probing at the invading digit, she did not react. As the talon pushed further still into her mouth, it would be quite plain that she did not have a gag reflex. Despite his intent probing, she did not cotton on to his thoughts even though his mind was brushing against her own. Couldn't really, as she had started to focus on something else entirely.

Hurts… she thought with a strained whimper. Oh, it hurts…!

Her shoulders were trembling with the strain of having been bound for so long. A muffled sound of open agony escaped her. The pain in her arms, her wounded shoulder, had begun to outweigh the lingering, and rapidly fading, pleasure brought about by orgasm. And that was despite the now gentle movements of his ridged cock inside of her slick, open body. Even if it gave her more pleasant sensations to focus on, they were too minimal to outweigh the growing anguish.

Kain purred low and pulled his talon free of her mouth. The woman well and truly had no gag reflex. Fortuitous indeed that, as such a thing usually had to be taught over a period of several months even for those who no longer needed to breathe. Months that he would not need to waste in training her in the best ways to accommodate him. Taking note of her expression, as well as those small noises of pain, he moved his hand away from the sigil at her back. He noticed the open trembling of her body and let out a hum of breath. One hand reached up to cup her rear-end, lifting her up easily so that her weight was no longer straining her arms quite so intensely. He then rubbed at one shoulder and then the other gently. Soothing away the deeper aches with skilled, pressured sweeps of his palms. Once she'd had a suitable amount of time to recover from the strain, he then reached up to unhook the chains from the wall. A second after that though and his hand fell away from the rounded curves of her ass…

Those few moments were almost pure bliss to her addled mind. With the current from the sigil broken and that hand rubbing so sweetly over her shoulders, she almost wept openly in relief. As it was, tiny, hitching noises spilled from her lips at each pass of his palms over those sore muscles. The darkness spotting her sight slowly faded, her vision clearing up as seconds and then minutes passed... But sadly, even that relief proved to be a fleeting thing. A cry escaped her lips when his hand no longer braced her body and the pressure upon her shoulders resumed, pain sparking along those abused muscles. Thrashing about weakly as the pleasure-pained strain of her own body weight forced him deep inside once more, she sobbed and shook her head. Blast it… no more... She was spent and needed to rest dammit! No more!

Ignoring her unconscious mental pleading, he left her hanging there. Left her balanced upon his cock and held up by the chains he now held in his right hand. Easing her down so that the line of her back was almost parallel with the floor, Kain started to thrust slowly from the hips. In and out of that wet, grasping, constricting heat. The way her breasts bounced, one marked clearly with his hand-print, was an enchanting sight. Gravity and her own weight would force him in deep from this angle. Would stretch her open further still around him. Every single thrust would knock against her cervix and draw more of those sweetling cries from her throat.

A whimper escaped her lips as he resumed thrusting in and out of her. Her head fell back, long hair sweeping back and forth against the ground. The new angle made things oh so very intense. The feel of those thick ridges catching along her inner walls made her shudder and sob openly. Her legs started to twitch and slowly tightened around his waist once more as he continued to move. Over time, despite her earlier desperation for it to stop and against her wishes, her body started arching to meet his movements as the need for release built within her once more, instinctual and pure. Soon enough, it started to seem as if she were trying to demand more even as her head continued to shake back and forth weakly in negation. Every movement at this point was a subconscious effort on her part though. In fact, there was the distinct possibility that said uncontrolled movements would only interfere with the rhythm he'd set. Still, out of it as she was, Kay was not the sort to simply 'lay back and think of one's country' if you will. Even if it was a subconscious effort, she tended to be the type to 'top from the bottom', if anyone ever managed to 'top' her at all.

And, admittedly, Kain had managed to do just that...

A rumbling growl escaped him at her willfulness. Given the mental link he had with her, he was well aware that her attempts at taking control of their little tumble were in no way intentional. Many a fledgling had tried similar, instinctual tactics to obtain more blood or pleasure. All had failed in their efforts. It was his will that would guide their coupling, not hers. Kain pushed her legs aside harshly with one hand, only remembering at the last second to turn his hand just so to avoid gouging her flesh open with his talons. A shudder ran through him from crown to the base of his spine. Control. She'd not survive the same brutal pace that he might have used to correct a fledgling's presumptive hide. He paused briefly in consideration and then began to pound into her just a little bit harder with each surge forward. Testing. Judging her responses. The force behind his movements was likely more than she had ever had to endure. At least at a Human male's hands that is.

When he shoved her legs away so, she winced at the brief pain. Rather than fight to hold on, she let her legs fall away. The change in position left her body open to every hard plunge of that thick cock. Piercing and sharp. Claiming. It hurt, true, but it was… it was a good kind of hurt. A trilling kind of ache that usually meant she'd be walking funny for a day or two if she forgot to down a healing potion afterwards, but oh fuck was it worth it. Given that Haven had several half-Human and non-Human males running about, she had gotten used to somewhat rougher 'playtime's' with the males that she'd taken to bed. She simply wasn't used to someone of Kain's girth. It showed in the strained, almost pained expression on her face. In the clench of her teeth and the line of her jaw. Despite that throbbing, stretching ache, her body bucked ardently. A silent demand for more.

"Oh, but you are an eager creature, aren't you?" he purred in a low voice, pleased by her earnest reactions and those wildly racing thoughts.

His free hand closed back around her hip and, after pausing for another moment to examine those memories regarding the lovers she'd taken to bed in the past, he slammed forward harder and then harder still. Each thrust practically became a declaration of ownership. An equally silent demand for her complete and utter submission. Every cry he forced from her throat was a sign of capitulation. The purest form of surrender. She might not yet acknowledge it, not knowingly and perhaps not even verbally, but he owned her. He had owned her since the very moment that she'd explained that he was to Turn her to gain the offered boon of souls. In the end, she would acknowledge that fact by openly begging for him.

A louder, strangled moan escaped her when his next thrust hit the deepest part of her harder than she expected. The blow against her cervix was painful-sweet. When he started thrusting harder still, Kay's eyes flew wide, yet remained un-seeing, blinded by sensation. Oh… oh by the Balance Eternal but that was… perfection! Normally she had to command her lovers to take her so hard, always followed by them voicing sweet-worried-annoying concerns. Always with the 'are you sure?'s and the 'was that too rough?'s that usually ruined her good mood and destroyed any inclination to keep them longer than a few tumbles. This… this though... Back arching, her fingers tangled white-knuckled in the links of chains holding her bound and she all but wailed as the next thrust sent her reeling over the edge for a fourth… fifth?...time. She panted frantically and continued staring blindly at the wall, trembling and shaking with her ankles loosely hooked around the back of his knees.

Ah, such a proud little thing and already broken so sweetly to my hand, he thought as he took in the sight of her wanton form spread open so readily before him, gripping him in weak desperation as the culmination of pleasure claimed her once more.

Her thoughts, and desires, were plain. She wanted this. Needed this. Fight as she'd like, but the deepest parts of her mind did not lie.

Chuckling darkly, he shifted his grip on the chains to hold them more securely and then continued to take her just like that. Holding her up by the bindings and thrusting with jarring, bouncing movements that would force more of those strained cries from her throat. His pleasure mounted higher still with every surging thrust into that slick, wet hole. The way her inner walls clasped and squeezed him, so hot and tight even as her body relaxed and stretched wider still for him, and him alone as he knew now that she'd had no other like him, was enchanting. Her sounds of needful desire even more so. Instead of pushing toward his own release however, his focus narrowed intently. With her mind now so very overwhelmed, he delved deeper and deeper. He weaved his mystic energy through her thoughts as if her mind were a delicate silk loom.

If it was vocalizations that he wanted then, well dammit all, he got them alright. Kay's face twisted into a grimace at the strain as he continued to pound in and out of her. Her voice rose and fell in an increasingly strident pitch as her throat grew more and more raw. She rapidly lost count of how many times he brought her as time went on. Even without that searing, electric magic of his, she was still pushed over the edge of release again and again simply due to the feel of him gliding in and out of her open slit. Eventually, her limbs could only twitch reflexively, her body moving only because of his movements. Small cries of agonized passion escaped her throat with every single jarring thrust. How much more could she take? How much more did she want to take?

Admittedly, each time his little Mirror came spasming, tightening like a vise around his cock, he found that he had to pause in his mental efforts before he could continue. That spasming, clasping, grasping heat was a pleasure to be indulged in. To savor. Eventually though, he neared the completion of his delicate spell-casting. Only then did he slow and start to pull back, pull out, of that slick little hole.

He wanted her to be fully aware of what he was doing and just how thoroughly she belonged to him.

A groan of loss escaped her as that thick impalement was slowly withdrawn from her heated core. Kay spasmed, inner walls tightening around him almost as if she were unwilling to let him go. Her legs rose seemingly of their own and she tried to coil them back around his waist. Even in her current, unthinking state, there was the faint knowledge that she'd fall to the ground and be hurt without something to hold on to.

A shuddering growl escaped him when her body clamped down, legs wrapping around his waist and refusing to release him. Oh how amusing. That she had fought so adamantly against the thought of yielding to him earlier, only to now be begging with her body (if not yet her voice) for more? Again he shoved her legs away, this time with a little additional force. Before she had the chance to react, to reclaim that precarious hold upon his waist, he swiftly pulled free of her soaked slit. His cock fairly glistened with her slick fluids, but then again she had come readily enough for him. Multiple times. And she would peak for him again before he was done with her. As she fell, he used his grip upon the chains to control her fall to the ground so that she did not hit too hard. It would still be a jolt to her system regardless and might even snap her thoughts back into proper alignment. Even if they didn't, and she remained insensate, he planned on enjoying himself. A dark chuckle escaped him at the sight of her on her knees before him and his tongue flicked over sharp fangs.

Such perfection, he thought with a rumbling purr.

A high gasp escaped her lips as she fell, a noise swiftly followed by a startled cry as her knees and lower legs struck the cold stone floor. The sharp impact startled her and Kay's breath hitched in her throat. With the haze lifted, at least partially, she finally recognized the heavy weight of his mind-magic entwined throughout her own thoughts and… and she also recalled what the hell she'd been doing! And what he'd done by testing her mouth in such a way. Being dropped to her knees so would have left no room for doubt regarding that particular assumption even if his mind hand't been linked to her own, allowing her to deduce his desires. She shook her head roughly in an effort to shake away the fog that remained so heavy over her thoughts. Impeding her will. Trying to re-build some sort of mental defense against him even as she attempted to pull the chains from his hands… proved to be pointless however. Without her magic she lacked the ability or strength needed to carry out either task. Clamping her mouth firmly shut, she let out a weak, yet defiant, snarl through her teeth and glared up at him through her well-tussled hair.

"Hnnn," he hummed softly and then chuckled.

It was a cold caress of sound that echoed through to the bone. A noise that had made many a man cower in abject terror in the past.

Her defiance had come far too late to do any good. Human as she was, she would not be able to escape his physical grasp, let alone the mental hold that he now had on her. Though she was his Mirror, and had already guessed his intent, she'd still yet to accept what was about to happen. To accept his silent direction. His commands. Kain chuckled and used the chains to force her back up so that her face was even with his crotch. Before she had the chance to struggle, or be foolish enough to try and bite at his bared flesh, he curled his left hand under her jaw. Rather than press down with his talons and force her mouth open, he simply held her head in place. Focusing upon her mind and his spell work, he watched her expression intently, sadistically pleased by her renewed mental and physical struggles. The heavy, powerful weight of his mind coiled densely around her thoughts as he finished placing a subtle obedience spell along her neural pathways. It would be just enough of a compulsion so that she could retain her free will... save for those times when she had been pushed by pleasure or pain at his hand to such a beautiful and perfect breaking point as this.

After all, his fledglings needed to maintain a certain amount of autonomy when he was not present to corral them...

Kay fought against the mental magics as much as she could, but again it proved a useless effort. Frustration filled her and she let out a high whine of pain through her nose when she was wrenched upwards. The agony in her shoulder flared back to life, chasing away the last vestiges of need and desire. It also distracted her from her efforts to fight back. Not a difficult thing to do in truth when one considered her prior, thoroughly befuddled state of mind. Her body spasmed as his spell-working settled into place over her pleasure and pain-fractured thoughts. A muffled cry slipped out through clenched teeth, her face twisting in helpless rage and terror.

No. No! I belong only to myself dammit! she thought frantically. She had feared this from the beginning. Feared that he would overwhelm her completely. No! Dammit! No one owns me but me!

Ah. That last, charming little thought was amusing. He laughed low and long. Could it not be said that by belonging to him, her otherworldly, superior Mirror, that she indeed belonged 'only to herself'? Could it not be said that in his 'owning her', that she was owned by an Elder version of her own, far-too-youthful soul? Would she not have responded exactly the same way as he to such a prize being put before her? Ah, no matter. That die had already been cast.

Now... to make her understand the depths of her situation.

"Open your mouth wide for me pup," he ordered as he had finished the delicate casting.

Another high-pitched sound escaped her as her mouth slowly opened at his firmly spoken order. Kay's eyes flew wide in dismayed, enraged, bewilderment.

What…?! How?! she thought.

No matter how hard she fought against the compulsory demand, her mouth still moved to follow his order. Trying to clench her teeth and keep her mouth closed only caused a small series of twitches to ripple along the line of her jaw. All of her efforts to resist the command ultimately failed. Mouth now opened wide, she tried to pull backwards instead, not caring any longer about the sharp talons that could slice her cheeks open.

Kain growled, a dark and possessive noise of pure satisfaction. Holding her head still was a simple enough thing to do given her Human strength. Keeping her head at just the right angle, he eased the head of his shaft past those spread lips. Almost purring at the exquisite heat, he watched appreciatively as that pert little mouth was forced obscenely wide around the girth of his cock. This was an activity that was by far easier to enjoy with creatures that had no fangs to nick and scrape the armored, yet sensitive, flesh of one's cock. Still, he knew that he would need to continue to be… gentle. He licked at his lips and a slow, growling hiss slipped past his bared fangs as he pushed deeper into that hot mouth.

Time to see just how much she can take, he thought with a fanged grin.

Strained noises escaped her throat, muffled almost immediately by the massive cock being pushed into her mouth. Kay's jaw was forced wider and wider still to accommodate his shaft. She clenched her eyes shut both so that she did not have to watch and from the strain being put on her jaw. Her fingers clenched the chain links all the tighter. Kay tried to pull back again, only to again be halted by that unyielding grasp. With his order still thrumming within her skull, she found that she could not bite down. Pushing at him with her tongue did nothing to halt the slow glide of that cock as he pushed forward and filled her mouth almost, almost, beyond her capacity to endure. Her eyes flew open as that thick girth trapped her tongue and she shuddered at the heavy weight of him. The taste of herself upon his flesh forced a small whimpering sound out of her and she looked up at him with widened eyes.

Fuck… Now what…? she thought.

The feel of her tongue pushing at the head of his cock as she tried to shove him out was ambrosial. The futility of those little struggles made the forced submission all the sweeter and the lost expression on her face when she looked up at him was as succulent a treat as the heat of her mouth. Pausing with the head of his cock nudging at the back of her throat, he snarled softly in frustration. He needed to adjust their current angle as, with her arms held so above her head, she'd not be able to tilt her head back enough to take him down her throat. Desiring nothing more than to simply thrust himself deep, he still had the self-control needed to pull out of her hot mouth long enough to release the thick chains so that they fell against the ground. Her hands were now trapped in front of her, leaving him able to tilt her head back unimpeded if and when he wished. The heavy weight of the chains would prevent her from moving far from him. If she managed to regain her senses enough to try and pull away that is. Not that he expected that of her at this point. Threading his taloned hands through that long dark hair and shifting his stance, he pushed back into that open mouth, forcing himself deep once more. He stilled and his lips curled up in a sly smile. He focused on her mind as he spoke, the weight of Power thrumming behind his words.

"Pleasure me mine little Mirror," he ordered in a growling voice that had gone deep indeed with lust and hunger. "Put that clever tongue of yours to greater use and suck."

When the chains hit the ground, so too did Kay's hands. The impact was sharp. Cutting. She wouldn't have been surprised to find that her wrists had been bloodied by the edges of those heavy manacles. The brief pain did nothing but further befuddle her. Though thinking was difficult, she still struggled weakly against his mental hold. A futile effort. As soon as he issued that thrumming order Kay's eyes glazed over and she moaned around him. Her tongue moved of its' own volition and began to rub along the underside of his length. Moments later she swallowed convulsively to create a suckling pressure. Panic seared through her at the uncontrolled, or rather forcibly controlled, movements. Now, she was not unskilled when it came to sexual activities. Hells, she'd often driven the male lovers she'd had over the years, including her dear Raphael, to a state where they'd been left begging for relief by the time she was done with them.

Going down him wasn't the problem here.

It was the fact that he'd magically commanded her to do so that was the damned problem! And so she fought back against him with a frenetic, desperate energy. Her hands tugged wildly at the immovable chains. Her legs scrambled over the ground as she tried to wiggle her head free of his grasp. She fought against that mental and physical hold as much as she could. She wasn't... she wasn't...

Hissing through his teeth in pleasure and throwing his head back, his taloned fingers tightened in her hair, restricting her head as she squirmed about oh so delightfully. The mental struggle was noted as well, yet her mind was quite young when compared to his. She was no more a threat to him than a bird caught in cat's paws. A butterfly trapped in a wide net. A fish on a baited hook... Helpless. Glorious in that powerless state. The desperate struggles of one facing off against a forgone conclusion. A magnificent and beautifully devastating tragedy.

Letting out a deep laugh of pure, sadistic amusement, he focused on her mind and pushed, strumming the cords of that well-laid obedience spell. A silent, undeniable demand to yield and obey.

Kay's eye-lids fluttered at that forceful command… and then slowly fell shut. Mental fingers that had been scrambling so wildly against his mind-magics, like hands clawing at an un-breaking window, abruptly stilled and fell away. Even her physical hands fell still. The blood-loss. The pleasure. The agony. The firm, undeniable weight of his mind against her own. All of that and more conspired against her. Left her unable to reason beyond wild instinct and those few, brief moments of clarity that were becoming rarer and rarer as time went on.

There was no longer anything but pure, un-adulterated sensation for her to focus on.

Sensation… and his order.

She took in a deep breath through her nose and suddenly pushed forward, tilting her head as she did so. Feeling the thick head of his cock push over the back of her tongue, then past and into the sheath of her throat a half-second later, was… was… oh. Kay trembled violently. The massive girth made her throat bulge slightly and she swallowed roughly around him.

His eyes slid partially shut, golden slits blazing with lust and possessiveness when his little Mirror abruptly took his length deeper still. And without any further prompting on his part! Kain rocked his hips forward slowly, muscles flexing as he slid deeper still and then held himself there, buried deep, in order to feel all of those wonderful little convulsions as she swallowed. Mindful of her Human fragility, he began to take that sweetling mouth and throat, pumping in and out of that tight heat and pulling out only when she could no longer do without air to give her a moment to inhale. He kept his left hand tangled firmly in those dark locks and reached down to stroke a knuckle from his right over her cheek. He sent a low-level current of magic, pleasurable little sparks of energy, through her small form in reward for the willing submission on her part in taking him so deep.

"Good. Good girl," he purred, his voice low and thick.

Kay shuddered and again swallowed roughly around that thick impalement. She moaned low and deep when that current buzzed through her. Still, her eyes watered briefly each time he held himself so deep and she let out a strained noise. Whenever he pulled back, she would suck in a rapid, desperate breath through her nose before he could drive forward once more. Even though he was considerate enough to allow her to briefly catch her breath every so often, the need for a solid breath of air still intensified until her lungs fairly burned with the strain. Once again it all became simply 'too much'. She tried to lift her hands up to push at him, to pull away enough so that she could breathe.

Air.

She needed air.

But there was no stopping him. Not now.

Kain continued to take her throat, though he had yet to bury himself to the hilt. His hand shifted downwards so that he cupped her chin, thumb-knuckle continuing to rub gently over the woman's cheek. Every delicious swallow, every little groaning whimper around his cock made it twitch. The ridges on his length caught against her tongue, against her throat, shooting little sparks of pleasure along his spine. After a moment of simply indulging in sensation, he noticed her struggles, though he did not slow his movements as he was intent on claiming the woman's throat just as he had her tight little slit. The heavy weight of the chains kept her hands trapped scant inches above the ground despite her best efforts. Indeed, she could only lift them enough to cause little clinks of noise. His eyes darkened suddenly and his rhythm stuttered to a halt as he thought of taking an even tighter passage. Perhaps he should indulge himself even further? It would take a bit of time to prepare her properly...

After a while Kay started to feel light-headed. Only when his movements faltered did she have the chance to breathe properly and she took that brief moment to act. Heaving air in through her nose, she flicked her tongue out swiftly. Deftly. She passed her tongue over that oddly ridged shaft and thick cock-head again and again. It was a desperate action to be fair. An attempt to distract him from pressing forward again. To gain more time to breathe and clear her head…

In as much as she could clear it that is.

No, he'd save that line of thought for later. A pleased croon escaped him when that eager tongue began to dance over shaft and head. A low, rumbling chuckle escaped him nary a second later. He easily recognized the intent behind his Mirror's desperate, yet admittedly skilled, efforts. Listening carefully, he acknowledged that he had been, perhaps, a touch over-eager. The woman's heart was racing rather desperately. He remained still for several minutes both to allow the continued, and very pleasurable, explorations of that clever little tongue and to give her the time that she needed to recover her breath. Eventually the rapid beating of her heart would steady and calm, allowing him to enjoy a more thorough claiming.

She relaxed inch by inch when he made no move to thrust back into the depths of her throat. Now able to breathe properly as she worked, she began to focus her attentions on mapping that heavy length with her tongue. The slit at the very tip received a good measure of her attention, tongue flicking over it almost teasingly. After that the thick, flared rim was stroked repeatedly with slow, swirling passes. When she took him deeper, she found that there was an odd sub-dermal armor along the shaft that gave his flesh an almost scale-like texture when she pressed firmly with her tongue. It was... unique... to say the least and that strange ribbing along the length tickled over her tongue and along the roof of her mouth whenever she applied a sucking pressure. Eventually she pulled back again and started to suckle just on the head of his cock, tongue flicking over the slit and rim again and again in swift little passes designed to both entice and tease.

He let out a purring, sighing growl as her continued ministrations. No un-trained novice was she, which was all to the better. Kain's cock twitched in response to the sweeping passes of her tongue. A lower, groaning growl escaped his lips when she started to suckle oh so sweetly upon his cock-head. The flicking passes were heavenly indeed and he decided to indulge her efforts and that need for air a little while longer. His hand eventually moved from her chin, which he had been idly caressing with the sides of his talons, to rest on the nape of her neck. Sharp talon-tips dug into the skin, just deep enough to draw a few stray drops of blood.

Kay twitched when his hand moved from to rest on the back of her neck, the touch making her shiver. The pressure made her flinch though and she moved forward, taking more of his cock into her mouth in order to try to avoid those sharp points. Her hands closed into fists, her spine tensing and her shoulders lifting protectively. The movements were, perhaps, an uneasy remnant of her earlier defiance... or maybe it was just instinctual fear and a need to protect those vulnerable areas? Even she could not have said which it was if pressed. Despite the clear agitation though, she continued to suckle upon and map the contours of that thick length.

Pleased shivers ran down Kain's own spine. A slow inhale of breath bathed his tongue with the sharp-sweet scent of her trepidation and he purred. It was both a soothing noise and a gratified one. Such a scent was like that of delicacy to one such as he. He smiled almost viciously a moment later and sent a current of electric pleasure straight down her spine in reward for the luscious applications of that skilled tongue. It was not enough to bring her yet again, but it was definitely a close thing. How would the little thing react to being shoved right to the edge, but not over...?

Oh, Kay reacted alright. Her eyes widened in shock and she screamed around the thickness in her mouth. His magic all but seared straight through the nerves of her spine. Her body jerked and bowed backwards as she tried to pull away and to the side. As she tried to escape his hold on her neck. True, it felt good, just like all the other times he'd used his magic so. But it was still... it was still...

Too much…! she thought frantically, body thrumming like that of a struck tuning fork.

A low snarl of hunger escaped him and Kain thrust his hips forward greedily, driving his cock deep as she screamed so exquisitely around him. The vibrations were nearly enough for him to reach completion then and there. Willpower alone kept him from spilling a heavy flood of seed down her throat. He snarled in annoyance when she tried to pull away, to escape. Continuing to growl a low, deep note, he held her still and forged his way deeper into that convulsing, vibrating sheath. His grip tightened in her hair and he pushed his cock in to the hilt so that her nose was pressed against silver-white curls of hair. His little Mirror would not slip free from his grasp no matter how much she writhed.

She would take it all.

Kay shuddered and trembled violently as he forced every single inch of that thick length down her mouth and throat. Her cry had stripped her of most, if not all, of her oxygen and her jaw hurt with the strain of being stretched open so wide. The angle she needed to be in to take all of his length was uncomfortable to say the least. Her head tilted back, her spine arched in a way that aggravated her shoulder injury. Kay's hands scrambled desperately, scratching at the ground, at the manacles around her wrists and then at the chains that they were connected to all in a desperate bid to get free. She needed air. Couldn't...! She couldn't breathe! Despite all of her struggles, the power behind his command still remained active. If she'd the air for it, and if her mouth wasn't so full, she'd have let out a howl of pure frustration. As it was, she continued to swallow convulsively around the massive length that bulged in her throat.

That desperate need was becoming painful...

Her lungs had started to burn...

A shudder of deep-seated pleasure shot through him once he was buried hilt-deep in that spasming throat. His hips flexed and his stomach muscles clenched tight. Kain growled low and controlled the urge to simply pound in and out of that hot mouth. She would not be able to survive that as she was, but oh... that wet heat around his cock was indeed temptation made manifest. He was still connected to Kay's shock-opened mind and he sent a thrum of approval along that link. Wrapping the web of power tighter still around her thoughts he focused and sent a heavy command to 'calm' along the link. She was doing herself more harm then good in panicking so.

"Ahhh... such a good girl," he murmured, his voice a low, rumbling purr. "Easy now. Hold it deep, that's it. Tsaaa. Good girl."

Her eyes widened at the molten touch of his mind and she shuddered violently. Oh… oh. Her hands and arms spasmed as if she were suddenly afflicted by a paroxysm. They stilled a moment later and then fell to rest limply against the ground, body leaning forward as well to ease the strain on her throat muscles. Physical strength and mental will faded entirely into the background and Kay's eyes slowly fluttered shut. Her throat continued to work around him automatically, yet the strength to do even that began to fade as consciousness drifted away. She was, again, perilously close to passing out, or worse. And she no longer had the will to care either way.

Her mind started to go black…

Kain hummed softly, a deep-seated thrum of both pleasure and contemplation when he noticed the severity of her flagging strength. He eased his length back so that she could breathe, though he kept the head of his cock buried in her mouth so that it lay like a heavy weight upon her tongue. Dangerously sharp talons remained pressed against her neck, holding her in place. A moment later the current of power lessened in strength until it was naught but a low-level buzz. He stroked the talons of his left hand through her hair in an almost soothing manner and looked down at her with a hooded, gold-tinted-white gaze that was possessive. His thoughts brushed against hers once more, that equally encouraging and commanding thrum stroking over her thoughts much as his hand carded through her hair.

"Easy mine Mirror," he rumbled, "continue now... that's it. You are doing so very well."

Her eyes slowly opened and she took in several heaving breaths of air through her nose. What… happened? Had she passed out? No, not quite, but almost. Had he finally let her go then…? Ah. That was a 'no' as well. Kain was still in front of her, cock in her mouth. Just driven to the edge of unconsciousness then. She blinked blearily up at him and tried to organize her thoughts, but froze instead. Oh gods… his eyes. She shuddered under the blinding intensity of that white-glowing, possessive gaze and felt decidedly lost beneath its' weight. A muffled mewl of sound escaped her the order and, not yet fully aware of herself, she slowly began to re-apply a suckling pressure on the head. As Kay's breathing evened out, her focus sharpened anew and her tongue worked over his length with renewed determination. She bobbed her head up and down along that tick cock, briefly taking him back into her now more than slightly sore throat before pulling back to pass her tongue over and around the flared rim of the head with a sweeping twirl of her tongue. She repeated that precise movement several times, hoping that her continued efforts would appease him enough so that he would continue to allow her to breathe properly.

She was no Vampire to continue such efforts without the needed resource that was oxygen.

Not yet at least…

Kain's hand flexed briefly in the woman's hair as she resumed her efforts and he gripped the thick strands painfully tight. As she eagerly swallowed him down again and again, a low thrumming rumble started to fill the air. Such a talented little thing… he might have kept her around for that reason alone had it not been for the mitigating circumstances surrounding their… 'relations'. When her tongue swirled so divinely around his cock, his head fell back and another, louder growl of delight escaped him. His other hand closed firmly enough around the base of her neck that the skin would likely show signs of bruising in short order. Using that grip, he forced her to speed up her efforts. His talons scratched lightly over skin and scalp alike, drawing small beads of blood in the process.

The painful grip upon her neck made her whimper around him but she sped up her pace just the same. Continuing to take him deep enough down her throat that her nose brushed against those silver-white curls, her body twitched uncontrollably every few moments. The uncomfortable pressure on her neck. The talons scratching her skin. The current buzzing through her body. Agony and bliss had blended together to push her to the point of incoherency... and then immediately past said point. As such, she lost herself to the nothingness caused by those sensations. The world slowly narrowed down to a single fixed point; pleasuring Kain, her Mirror. She would pull back far enough to take a breath, only to feel the sharp edges of his talons prod at the back of her neck, urging her forward once more. Despite that lost, mindless effort to perform as directed, another muffled and agonized sound escaped her several minutes later.

He felt every twitch of her body. Absorbed every whimper and pained moan as if indulging in a fine wine. Eventually, he pulled his hands away lest his talons cause serious damage to her fragile flesh. Kain then pressed his hands against the wall, leaning forward and letting the viciously sharp digits curl inwards. Thick grooves appeared in the stone and he used that grip to control himself and maintain focus. He thrust forward slowly and with exceeding care. Each plunge into her mouth matched the pace of that eagerly bobbing head. So hot and sweet around him. He looked down at his little Mirror, watching as she took every last inch of his considerable length again and again. The muscles of his thighs flexed and strained with the desire to simply thrust forward. To take her. To claim her hard and fast. He could feel his testicles drawing up as he again neared the point of release and a low, hungry hiss of sound filled the air as he bared his fangs. An audible crack suddenly echoed in the room as another shudder of pleasure seared up his spine and his talons dug deeper still into the stone wall.

"Such a clever little thing…" he said. Another, growling groan escaped his lips. "Yeessss… that's it. Good…mmm… good girl."

When his hands pulled away, she relaxed. The pain at the back of her neck slowly faded to a dull, ignorable ache. The cracking sound above her head distracted her for a moment and she stilled fearfully. Flecks of stone hit her bared back, causing her pulse to jump and her eyes flew wide with startled surprise. What...? A fine tremor ran through her as she contemplated what to do. Continue? Ignore it? Steeling her resolve, she steadied herself on her knees and shifted her head slightly to the side so that she could glance upwards out of the corner of her eye. The dark, hungry, look in his eyes and the sharp glint of bared fangs made her moan and her core clenched needfully. She closed her eyes to break away from the intensity of that molten gaze. Having taken note of the deep gouges left in the wall, she shivered. There was certainly no doubting the male's physical strength after seeing that.

Kay abruptly pulled back so that his length just barely pushed at the back her throat with each bob of her head. All so she could speed up her pace further still. The suckling draw did not lessen. In fact she tried her best to increase the level of suction and friction being applied to his cock. She swallowed as hard as she could whenever that thick head pushed just past her tongue and teased at her throat. Her tongue flicked out over the tip each time she pulled back. The careful mapping from earlier aided her in finding and stroking the intact frenulum with said nimble organ.

A strangled noise escaped his throat and a violent shudder ran through him when she redoubled her efforts. Oh, how divine! So eager to please! He allowed her to continue those enchanting efforts for several moments, panting through his clench teeth for air that he did not need. Almost… oh yes. He was already on the cusp and… when her tongue passed again and again over that sensitive frenulum, she almost undid his control entirely. A roaring snarl filled the air as he abruptly pulled back, pulled out of that skilled mouth. Too much more and that deft little tongue of hers would have managed to force his release and he was not done with her. Oh no. He would have her screaming for him as he took her. Would leave her begging for more. Kain bent over her, practically looming, and grabbed up that long, dark hair in his hand like a leash. Wrenching her head back, he caught her chin with his free hand and gave her a small shake, forcing her to look him in the eye.

When he pulled away from her, Kay let out a startled sound through her nose at the unexpected movement as she was forced to release him mid-suckle. A slick, wet sounding pop filled the air as a result. She flinched back when he bent down over her, unable to help the automatic and somewhat fearful reaction in the face of what seemed to be anger. The yank on her hair forced a tiny yelp of pain out of her, eyes clenching shut and face grimacing at the sharpness of that brief agony. She almost started to pull away, but then he was holding her chin firmly and any thought of fighting back fell by the wayside. The quick shake made her eyes to shoot open and she froze like a deer trapped in the head-lights. She stared into that molten-gold gaze with dark eyes that were glazed over with lust and discomfort.

What would he demand of her now…?

Kain's lips curled up in a dark smirk at the lost yet lustful look in her eyes. He pushed forward and shoved her upper body back against the wall, not caring if the impact bruised her pale-soft skin. His lips met hers in a kiss that was vicious and almost cruel in its' possessiveness. His other hand scooped up the heavy chains binding her even as his tongue darted demandingly into that shock-opened mouth. Swirling his tongue around her own, Kain stood, lifting her up both by her hair and the chains, uncaring of any discomfort the action might cause. He started walking backwards toward the bed, knowing without looking where said furniture was located. There was no cessation of that dominating kiss. No time allowed for to recover her breath. No, he claimed that deft little mouth with a voracious hunger, fangs nicking tender flesh and leaving both their lips smeared with the woman's ruby-colored blood.

Kay grunted as her shoulders hit cold stone and she flinched at the chill. A moment later she moaned against his mouth as he kissed her. She trembled from the strain being put on her, from the wild, primal enjoyment caused by that biting kiss. She hesitated only briefly before returning that fierceness with as much of her own as she could muster. A muffled cry filled the air as her hands and body were abruptly wrenched upwards, though most of those cries were swallowed up by that hungry mouth covering her own. She barely winced as his fangs scraped over her lips, drawing fresh blood. The copper taste sent an electric thrill through her, even if it was her own. When he started to back up, her feet dragged harshly against the ground and she tried to stand up under her own power. She desperately tried to follow his steps, but only ending up stumbling forward. She fell against him with a yelping groan that was part surprise, part dazed pleasure. Her tongue slipped hard enough over one of his fangs during her fall and the sharp point sliced over the organ.

Blood swiftly filled her mouth to overflowing, the large vein of her tongue had been badly cut.

Kain's tongue slicked over her own and he growled at the taste and feel of her living vitae flowing so freely. So sweet, like little lightning bursts crackling over his tongue... He hefted her up so that her mouth was angled downwards, her feet dangling almost at his knees, and he drank from her mouth as if she were a living goblet. He used his tongue and more gentle nips of his fangs upon the woman's tongue to draw more of that sweet-fresh blood from the open wound.

Being lifted up so abruptly was a certainly an unexpected shock. That he held her in a way that literally poured her blood from her mouth and into his was… admittedly less of a surprise given his nature as a vampiric predator. Wincing, she tried to return that kiss by darting her tongue further into his mouth, both to give him greater access to her blood and to indulge in her own renewed cravings for more. Her body was overheating. She needed...

The back of one of his right leg abruptly struck the bed and Kain spun about in a dizzying display of speed. Pinning the woman face down on the bed was a simple enough thing to do. That her knees were right on the edge and her ass left raised up in the air as if on display was simply an unforeseen and pleasant bonus. Kain tossed the thick chain out and over the width of the large bed-frame. The heavy weight would keep her arms extended out as far as they could reasonably go.

She'd intended to try to wrap her legs back around his waist and deepen the kiss, only to find herself suddenly being flung about like a rag-doll. Kay let out a startled 'eep!' of sound as she unexpectedly hit a bed. The position she was left in felt precarious at best and when her hands were jerked above her head, the heavy chain both dragging them up and trapping them in place, her right leg slipped off the bed, toes catching roughly on the stone floor. She hissed at the sudden twinge that shot through her leg, but her ankle continued to hold her weight. It had merely been strained, not sprained.

"Ssssshiit!" Kay cursed weakly, blood dripping from her mouth to splatter against the sheets. The blotches of red were bright against the silvery silk.

Another feral smirk flickered briefly over Kain's visage as he took in the sight of the hand-shaped bruise so prominently displayed on the woman's ass. He stroked his talons lightly over that firm rear for a moment, a teasing, almost tickling, caress. Nary a second later he closed his hands around both of those plump cheeks and squeezed. He let go quickly enough, the grip had been firm yes, but not firm enough to bruise that pink-pale skin further still. He gave her rear a firm smack and then reached down to pass one knuckle over her soaked slit in a teasing touch and watched her shivering form expectantly. With all that had been said and done, he knew that she would react eagerly to such a caress.

Within moments, her shoulders began to burn once again. The throbbing ache of thoroughly abused muscles. She whimpered at the light pass of his talons over her ass and squirmed weakly against the soft bed and silk sheets. Just that sensation alone against her skin was almost too much for her pleasure/pain-addled mind. A groaning cry escaped her when he grabbed her ass and her other knee slipped from the bed. She jolted forward at the hard 'thwack' that followed and shook her head, dazed. Hopefully he was not intending to do more than that. She wasn't... she didn't like... the fleeting touch along her slit distracted her from her thoughts and another low groan of need escaped her. Her legs subconsciously spread wider, feet shifting over that cold stone in order to bare herself to him. Her wet folds visibly glistened as she squirmed about.

Feeling that she was indeed wet and eager for him to continue sent another shiver of hunger up his spine. That she had spread her legs so readily pleased him and a growl escaped him. A low, hungry sound. So impatient. So needy! And after all of that posturing and grandstanding. Kain forced her left leg back up and over the edge of the bed, bent at the knee. Lifting her lower body into the air so that she was back on her toes, he then angled her so that he could easily wrap his right arm low around her waist and laid a knuckle over that swollen little nub. This time, the current that he sent through her body was designed to keep her just on the precipice of release. He pressed his other hand down over the sigil and paused, waiting.

Kay's eyes blinked back open when he shifted her around. Eh? What...? A moment later, she let out a low groan as he ran magic over her shock-swollen clit. The renewed current, somehow both gentle and teasing this time, made her shiver. Make her tremble openly. What more would he make her endure? What- ngh!? Thought flew right out the window nary a second later when his hand landed upon the base of her back. Magic started to pulse along her nerves once more and she screamed in response. Every ache, every pleasurable sensation, had heightened to unimaginable levels. Teasing pulses. Painful waves. Agony and bliss rolling together as one. It was too much and yet... somehow not enough. Her legs spread wider still, her bent left knee shifting and the toes of her right foot straining against the cold stone floor to remain balanced.

Kain took a few moments just to indulge in the sight of the shivering, trembling form beneath him. He chuckled as she spread even further for him. Such an eager creature, a darling little treat. He growled low and, no longer willing to wait, eased his cock back inside that tight-stretched sheath. He would hold her on the edge of orgasm as he drove himself deeper and then deeper still. He would force her to take as much of his cock as she could handle and more.

"Hnnnnnngh, such a good girl mine Mirror," he said, his voice a rumbling purr as he started to ram hard in and out of that slick-stretched hole. "Take it deep now. Open for me. That's it. Good girl."

Another low moan escaped her as he started to slide that thick, ridged length back inside of her core. So damned full. Fuck, but it was just that side of being too much even after being stretched open so thoroughly earlier by that very same cock. Her hips arched up and back wantonly as she tried to meet his forceful thrusts.

"Ahh… hahhhhhh… mmmnnnnnn," soft, desperate cries of need escaped her throat, head tilting back. Kay stared blindly at the far wall and could only register a single thought.

More.

She needed more. Needed to fall over that tantalizing edge just… just one more time… just…

A dark smirk curled his lips upwards at the sound of those desperate little cries escaping that arched throat. Cries that were like honeyed music to his ears. Sweet as spun sugar and thicker than molasses. Even her wanton little movements, so eager meet his thrusts, were sublime. Shuddering with his own, barely restrained need, he slowed his movements and shifted so that every powerful surge forward would stroke the ridges of his cock over the most sensitive parts of her inner walls. All in order to force more of those sweetling noises out of her at a higher and higher pitch.

"That's it," he purred darkly. "You need this, don't you mine Mirror? You need to be taken. To be claimed. Oh yes. Let me hear your howls pup."

He leaned forward to scrape his fangs over the shell of her ear, his voice lowering to that of a hungry whisper.

"Scream for me pup," he rumbled before leaning back and thrusting forward ruthlessly hard as he increased his pace.

Kay let out a low, throttled groan as that ridged length caught roughly along her inner walls. A noise that was swiftly followed up by a high pitched cry. Her sore throat worked overtime as he started to pound into her so forcefully. She shuddered and trembled, letting out a constant string of little panting, almost whining, grunts as she was taken. That hard cock pounding… pounding. The angle was perfect, yet his damned magic was somehow holding her back, holding her at the edge. Her hands grasped blindly at the silken sheets of the bed as delicate, hypersensitive inner tissue was stimulated by the massive girth that speared her. Her forehead fell against the bed and she writhed in response to his words. Silky. Dangerous. Insidious. Beguiling in such a way that she couldn't help but respond to his order. Just… oh fuck… she just needed a little more!

"Ahhh...!" she bucked hard beneath him and threw her head back with an even louder moan. "Oh… I need… oh god… please. I need…! Nnnnnngh! Please…!"

Kain's golden eyes narrowed into slits and his lips pulled back in a possessive snarl at her words. Oh, but how very apropos! His hand moved from the base of her back to tangle in her hair, pulling her head up and not caring if it caused her greater pain. He curled himself over her smaller form and wrenched her lower body up so that the muscled plains of his stomach were pressed firmly against the sigil carved into her back in order to keep that enhancing current pulsing through her. No mercy would be shown now. No quarter would be given. Not now. She would yield in the fullest way possible. He licked at the shell of her ear, fangs grazing once more over the soft flesh in a cutting line that drew blood.

"That's it mine Mirror," he purred against her skin. "You remember this. You remember that you belong to me now little pup. Your body. Your mind. Your very soul. I am indeed your God. So, beg for me mine own. Beg for My Blessing. Let me hear those sweet little pleas for more. Beg!"

The last word was punctuated by a harsh and dominating thrust that knocked the head of his cock almost brutally hard against her cervix. It was as if he was intending to pound forward and force his way inside even this small opening. As if he intended to claim the entirety of her.

And he might do just that…

Kay shrieked as her head was pulled back and her body thrashed about uncontrollably beneath his own in response. She was left trying to simultaneously buck forward into that touch on her clit and back onto the shaft buried within her thoroughly stretched hole. A violent sob of breath escaped her when he licked and scratched at her ear with tongue and fang. A near hysterical howl escaped her at his words and then... Oh that harsh, thrust against her cervix was almost enough, but not... just not! Her fingers clenched, tangled and tore into the silk sheets covering the massive bed. Blood trickled freely down her chin as she panted openly for breath. She felt… she felt…

Uncontrolled yet restrained.

Unfettered yet leashed.

Unburdened yet bound.

Never before had she been pushed to such limits as this. She'd always held the reigns. Had always been the one in control. Now…? It was… strangely freeing in some bizarre way. This lack of control. This... submission, be it 'expected' of her or not. 'Prepared' for or not. All she could think of, all that she wanted, was more. And the only way that she could do to obtain it…

…was to do as he'd commanded and beg…

"I... p-please! Ka-ah! Oh, please!" her eyes clenched shut and she gyrated beneath him in agonized desperation. Close. So close so very close. "I-I n-need...!Nnnnnnngh! Please l-let me...! Fuck…! Please! Take me please! Let me...! Need to...! Kain! Oh, god please!"

The muscles of his flanks tightened at those honeyed, pleading words. Perfection. He started to thrust harder and harder into that tight, clasping hole. No longer willing to wait, he started to chase cruelly after his own release. A snarling, almost barking, roar escaped him and he lunged, fangs sinking deep into the flesh of her throat and the main artery. The current of magic against her clit shifted, intensified. He shoved her harshly over that edge of orgasmic bliss and drove himself deeper still into that fragile form. Speared her open again and again in reward for those charming, beseeching cries. Distantly he knew that the pain of his claiming would tear through her in equal measures thanks to the sigil. He simply didn't care. She belonged to him now. Completely and utterly. Openly submitting. He gave one last, brutally savage thrust and then froze, muscles seizing with a blinding pleasure. The force behind that last lunge forward had driven him straight into her very womb and the sudden-tight clasp around the head of his cock was enough to force him over the edge. He came hard inside her, his grasp around her tightening and his roar of release muffled against her throat. Thick, heavy, leaden spurts of seed spilled into her wanton, begging, writhing little form.

Kay's voice gave out with a choked wail as she was finally, finally, allowed to come. Her own body seized and writhed violently beneath his larger form. She was so out of it that she couldn't even register the fangs in her throat. No, the blissful-pain of him filling her so completely, forcing his way so deep, made her convulse uncontrollably. Kay's thoughts at that point were wild things.

Did he…? Is he really buried in…? she thought, body spasming. The reflexive tightening of her body left no room for doubt. Oh, god he is! Oh, more, god yes! Yes!

Combining that sensation with the magically searing pleasure tearing through her…? It consumed her. Ruined her. Broke her. The feel of him finishing while buried there made her shudder and tighten further still. The feel of such heavy seed flooding her womb caused her mouth to open wide in a near to silent scream that no Human ear could possibly register. The insane levels of pain and pleasure abruptly became too much and her mind went blank. Kay's eyes rolled back and she fell limp in his arms as unconsciousness claimed her. Her body continued to twitch, but only because of the over-stimulating magic that continued to tear through her frame.

That high wail of release was divine. For his ears only. Those frantic thoughts, desperate and needful, suddenly going quiet did not concern him. No. Kain let out a low rumbling growl that was muffled against her neck. A sense of darksome repletion filling him as he continued to feed upon her life-blood, as the last spurts of his seed filled the depths of her quaking, unconscious body. He shifted and reached between their bodies to flick a talon across the sigil, breaking it and cancelling the spell in the process. His arms coiled slowly around that fragile form a moment later. A gentle, almost tender, hold. His right hand moved to rest over her chest just under her breasts and the left covered her lower stomach and pushed lightly. He could feel the bulge of his cock buried deep within that taunt, muscled belly. A pleasure shudder shivered down his spine before he pushed a budding thought aside and coiled his magic over her form. He took silent stock of the damage that he had wrought and another lazy growl of sound filled the air.

His pup's fragile body was indeed badly injured at this point. Only the strongest of healing potions found upon Haven might prevent her death… and he had none on hand to provide to her. In truth, he would not have been inclined to provide her one even if he'd had them on hand. No, it was time. He was quite pleased with her performance. Her will to fight him to the end. The beauty and ecstasy found in her inevitable fall.

Just as he had wrapped his mind around her own, just as he had physically wrapped his body 'round hers, so too did he begin to encircle her soul with his own. He then fed deep and listened closely as her heart-rate sped up, the organ desperate to maintain proper blood pressure, and then slowly, surely, it stuttered to a halt as he drained her of the last of her living vitae. Holding her soul in his metaphysical hands as if it were a small treasure, he began to work the Necromantic magics needed to raise her as his Seventh Child calmly, precisely and methodically and held her form possessively close as the spell to Turn her took hold.

It was done.

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Hours later, Raziel found himself walking through the near-empty halls of the Faux-Sanctuary, an 'ice-chest' held loosely in one taloned hand. He had gotten a request from his Sire to bring a storage container filled with blood. Specifically blood-packs obtained from that one woman's, Kay's, bar. Why? He was… uncertain in truth. He only knew that his Sire had demanded that he bring several dozen pints of Human blood to him. Blood that was not from weak place-holder's. There was no other way to obtain such copious amounts but to visit the woman's business. Not without killing or maiming several of the Chosen currently residing on Haven at any rate. At the moment, such a thing was something to be avoided if at all possible, as it would not go over well. While there were few that Raziel would call ally, and even less that he would dub 'friend', that was not true of the rest of the Chosen and aggravating the majority of the populace was inadvisable.

Kay, at least, had proven herself to be in the 'tentative ally' category through action alone. Not only had she helped him personally, in a round about fashion given the way she shared information, but the woman had also built a bar in a way that made it the ideal place to obtain food that did not taste like ash, alcohol that did not taste like watered down swill and blood that was as rich as that obtained from slaves born and breed for their purity of taste and flavor. Whilst Raziel and Kain both preferred to hunt their own food, or at least obtain it from a willingly offered throat, it was a change of pace indeed to be able to obtain such vitae without complication, question... or having others seek perceived vengeance on behalf of those who had willingly offered their throats up to the Vampires in question. It was as if they'd once again been given access to the voluminous stores of blood slaves that they'd had during the heights of Kain's Empire.

Vorador had practically set up shop in the damned place when he'd found out that the woman had procured a steady supply of 'food' for even the 'evil' Vampires of Haven. Lazy old dragon that he was...

Raziel had left the building feeling decidedly displeased after obtaining said nourishment however. Dante had been manning the bar instead of the woman, which he only did when Kay was either out on patrol or when she was helping other Chosen with various tasks. Whilst Dante and Raziel had worked out a... let us say, tentative truce, which was a difficult thing to arrange considering several prior confrontations that Raziel'd had with the half-demon, that did not mean that the two males were now 'close friends'. Uneasy allies and occasional lovers could explain their relationship only during the best of times. As such, it had taken Raziel far longer than he would have liked to obtain the blood packs. The unruly and mouthy male had seen fit to tease, taunt and otherwise get under his skin in a way that left him wanting to put said male firmly in his place. Repeatedly. At least the woman, while stiff and somewhat cold-shouldered at times, showed a decent level of respect to those who visited her bar and followed the rules while within it. Raziel shook off his annoyance with the other silver-haired male that plagued his life and shoved open the heavy door to Kain's chambers without even bothering to announce himself.

"Next time you can obta-" Raziel immediately fell silent when the sight before him finally registered. His eyes widened in astonishment. "The hell...?!"

Kain had shifted so that he sat leaning back against the headboard of the massive bed. Kay's smaller form was held firmly in his arms and across his lap. He was holding her so tightly mainly due to the fact that her body was trembling uncontrollably. Almost violently so. Which was understandable. The muscles, sinew and very bones of her body were being altered, visibly, by the Vampiric Curse. The trembling had actually lessened since he had Turned her a few scant hours ago. It was plain to Kain's attentive eye that the woman's body was acclimating to the Change swiftly. Far more swiftly than even those fledglings that were freshly dead upon being Turned.

Indeed, if one looked close, one could see that she was already showing signs of renewed consciousness. She would have need for a large quantity of blood over the next several hours, if not the next few days. Hence the summoning call sent to Raziel. Kain raised a brow at his Favored Lieutenant and, ignoring the dark-haired male's bewilderment, indicated the end-table closest to him.

"Set the container there my Raziel and ready one of the goblets for me," he ordered, his voice a lazy rumble of sound.

He idly ran a talon-tip along the now pale-white skin of the woman's stomach as he spoke. Scratch-lines rose swiftly and turned pink before slowly fading away. Good. Already the Vampiric healing factor was taking affect. He started to draw swirling patterns over her skin, watching them fade before drawing new patterns. Turning someone took a bit of energy and Kain was not of a mind to do anything other than bask in the odd afterglow caused by sex and the heavy use of such magics whilst he waited for the woman, his new Childe, to awaken.

"..." Raziel flashed the older male a silent glare but moved swiftly enough to comply with the order.

Raziel could recall quite clearly the few times in his youth that he had failed to act promptly whilst his Sire was in such a state. Just because an Elder might be affected by a kind of drowsy, near-slumbering state, it did not mean that they would not act to educate the disobedient when sufficiently annoyed. Even he was affected by such sweet lethargy after Turning someone and having that languorous state interrupted led to dire consequences indeed for the perpetrator.

Raziel set the ice-chest down and stiffly opened it. He removed one of the blood packs even as he fought down a sudden-strong burst of pure annoyance. He was irritated, admittedly so, both at the demanding order issued to him as well as the sight of the woman cocooned in his Sire's arms, but he held his tongue.

It… had been quite some time indeed since he'd last had to share his Sire's attentions with his Brother's, but he remembered. Oh, he remembered well what his jealousies would earn him if he actually voiced his displeasure with the situation. That he now obviously had another Sibling, a Sister of all things, to deal with was… quite vexing indeed. He slit the pack that he had grabbed open with one sharp talon and then poured the high-quality blood into one of the hand-wrought goblets on the end-table. He stiffly held out the goblet to Kain a moment later.

"Was there a Hylden attack that I was unaware of? Or some other event that would have claimed Kayla's life had you not acted?" he asked whilst keeping his voice carefully bland.

And that was the crux of the matter really, his confusion was in regards to the why behind the odd scene before him. For Kain to suddenly decide to make a Seventh Child now, after so long, was highly unlikely. Not only that, but why would he choose to Turn one of the Chosen from another Realm and not someone from Nosgoth itself? What use was a Childe that would obviously be returned to their home dimension one day? And lastly, if there was an attack, why hadn't the Powers intervened on her behalf as they had for so many of the others? It did not make sense.

"There was no attack, mine own," Kain said in a low, rumbling voice as he took the goblet from Raziel's hand. "No, there are more important things at work here when it comes to this particular little wolf-pup."

His lips quirked up into a smirk as he looked his Lieutenant over. He let out a low, languid chuckle. Raziel's attempt to hide his jealous ire with the woman sitting ensconced safely in his arms would have been hidden from anyone who did not know how to read the black-haired Vampire and Kain had learned long ago how to read his temperamental scion's moods. Hopefully, Raziel would recall the old lessons that he had been made to learn eons ago. Even if he did not, well, Kain was not opposed to… administering… further lessoning if it proved to be necessary. It might even be an enjoyable diversion while they resided on Haven.

"And the woman's name is not 'Kayla', my Raziel," he rumbled softly, almost as an afterthought.

"Hm?" Raziel blinked and then raised a brow at his Sire's words. He waved a hand expressively, though not dismissively, and chose his next words with both precision and care. "It is what everyone calls her and what she responds to. What else would the woman's name be but 'Kayla'?"

"Is it really?" Kain rumbled bemusedly. He took in the scent of the blood and hummed approvingly. An acceptable vintage indeed, but then the woman did stock her stores adequately enough to please a King, if not an Emperor such as he. "Tell me; how did she introduce herself to you my Raziel?"

"She..." he blinked again, this time in confusion. He thought back to the first time that they had met and frowned abruptly as he recalled the rather peculiar way the woman had introduced herself. "She said to me, 'You may call me 'Kay', if you wish to call me anything at all'. I'd always thought it an unconventional way to introduce one's self, but merely took it to mean that she disliked her full name."

"Indeed. She said the same to me when we first met," Kain smirked and chuckled softly, "and I, too, assumed that. Especially after witnessing her interactions with the others here."

He looked down and eyed the small form in his lap, moving the goblet closer to her face.

Kay stirred briefly. Not at the sounds of their conversations, centered as they were around her, but at the copper-tinged scent that filled the air. Said nose twitched as the scent of blood fully registered to newly enhanced senses and her eyes started to flutter as he moved the goblet closer to her prone form.

"A clever little bit of wording to deflect us all mine own," Kain said softly and he eyed her carefully, judging her actions through heavy-lidded eyes.

How would his little pup react to fresh blood? A violent frenzy to be subdued? Calm yet vocal demands for food? Though the later was as unlikely as Kain declaring himself celibate for the rest of his existence. Still, the denizens of Haven had surprised him more than once. Both in pleasing and, more oft than not, infuriating ways.

Kay let out a low groan and then twitched violently. A deep-seated hunger tore through her with the abruptness of a spreading wild-fire. Blood! Her eyes flew open, glowing pure white with power. The need to feed, to catch and consume, the source of that rich blood hovering nearby was nigh on undeniable. She jerked in Kain's grasp, hands starting to lash out toward the goblet, new claws curled to rend and tear, but she froze with said claws barely a hair's-breadth from actually touching the metal. The fragmented remnants of her pride made her freeze. Nothing else happened for a long moment as her mind was a yet fractured thing. Her thoughts had been knocked over like a house of cards or a building of Lego's kicked apart by an over-eager or temperamental child. The very foundation of her will had been undone. Had been replaced. There were new foundations laid out for her to build upon but it was an effort to focus. To think. That solid-white gaze suddenly locked on...

On... whose eyes were those…?

Sire...?

Her... Sire's... eyes?

She blinked rapidly at the thought. A small frown marred those full, now far too pale, lips. That strange thought had felt just as wrong as it did right. How... perplexing.

Kain hummed thoughtfully at the woman's stilted reactions. He tilted his head as he looked her over. Thus far he was actually quite pleased by his newest Child's progress. Her current showing of restraint was a commendable thing indeed. He moved the goblet closer to her form, a blatant temptation, and tilted the goblet just enough to make the blood to tremble along the rim. Just to the point of almost to spilling over the delicate edge. A steady, thrumming rumbling sound began to echo in his chest and his eyes narrowed. What would her reaction be now that said ruby fluid was quivering along the rim. So… very… close…?

Raziel remained still, not even moving the slightest inch away from where he stood. Only the small, uneasy twitches of his wings gave lie to his apparent calm. He knew well what his Sire was doing. It was what he himself had done with his many of his own Children, Anani included. A test of a Child's mental capacity when one was affected by blood hunger and temptation lay so close at hand. Would they control themselves or would they fall prey to their own instincts? It was also considered a test to judge the Child's ability to register potential danger, to recognize the hidden will of one's oft capricious Sire.

Though admittedly, this was not normally done so soon after the Child in question had been Turned.

The scent of blood recaptured Kay's attention and her hands curled as if to close around the goblet. She wanted to wrench it from the taloned hand that held it. Wanted to drink deep. To feed. However... she needed to... she needed to do something else first though. Focus. She needed to focus. Not right... there was something... not right about this entire situation. Something that left her uneasy. Wary.

Like setting up the base of a too-fragile house of cards, she found herself trying to focus on that thought of 'not right'.

The... it was the... what?

What was wrong? Where was the danger?

Ah…

The goblet.

It was the goblet. That was what was wrong with the situation. Even though it held that wonderful source of ambrosia within it, it was at least part of the danger that had her hackles raised.

The goblet was… not hers. Not hers to break. Not hers to hold. No, it was… her… Sire's...? Yes. It was his. And it was a finely made work of art. Hand-made...? Maybe. It was still expensive and... and… why could she not hold it?

Her eyes slowly focused on her hands. Ah. There. That was why. Claws. She had claws now. They were sharp and... likely quite strong. She could all too easily damage the goblet without meaning to and...

A thought crystallized above all others; Do not damage Sire's property!

Like the tops of two cards resting perfectly together, Kay's fragmented thought process finally connected the dots. Everything snapped back into alignment. Not proper alignment mind, but a small piece of her previous-self was restored in that instant. As such, she recognized the trap that had been put before her. Clever. Dangerous. Her hands shakily came to rest not on the goblet itself, but on the large, taloned hand that held said goblet. She had no wish to damage the metal with unfamiliar strength. Nor to be punished for doing so. Kay leaned forward and started to delicately lick along the rim. A shudder ran through her. That sweet-copper taste flooded her mouth like the purest honey. Heavenly. She moaned softly and tried to shift his hand. To force him to tilt the goblet further so that the blood could fall into her mouth without damaging the fragile metalwork.

She wanted, needed, more of that sweet ambrosia.

Kain let out a satisfied hum of sound at her continued restraint. He tilted the goblet after a few moments in reward so that the blood fell into that needy mouth in reward. The test put before his new, and only, Daughter had been passed with flying colors. He nodded his head as if to himself. He was well-pleased with the rapidity of her recovery. The woman would likely regain her sense of self in full before the week was out, if not that very night. He almost laughed when she tried to force his hand to tilt the goblet further still. Not that he allowed it. She was such a headstrong, sumptuous little creature even now.

Raziel's eyes widened in pure astonishment. Even he had taken months to reach this point of self-control. Cane, bullwhip and worse still had been taken to his fledgling hide whenever he had damaged that which had belonged to his Sire with unknowing, super-natural strength. He shook his head in bewilderment and his wings flared outwards briefly before settling back into place. That she was this controlled, that she was not lunging mindlessly for the blood, was…

"How is that possible?" he asked, curiosity and incredulity both lacing his tone. "She should be months out from being so stable whilst in the presence of any kind of blood. Fresh or otherwise. This is... most unusual. Is it because she is not native to our world?"

"No. I do not believe so. The woman is my otherworldly Mirror Raziel. A reflection of my Soul born to a different form. A different world. A different life," Kain rumbled softly, amusement filled his tone. "Oddly enough, she is even mirroring my own Change. Once I had sated my initial hunger after being Turned by Mortanius, I too, regained my sense of self swiftly after my first feeding. Nigh on immediately. I suspect that it has less to do with the Reality that we were born in, or even the Vampiric curse itself, but rather that it may have something to do with our Souls. Our very nature as the Balance Guardians of our respective worlds."

Kay licked at the inner sides of the goblet, tongue flicking out daintily as she tried to gather up the last droplets of blood held within the container. She paused and looked blearily toward Raziel's form, the movement of his wings catching her attention. She went still at the sight of him. More danger? Friend? Foe? It was rather obvious that she wasn't yet capable of recognizing him. At least not beyond knowing instinctively that he was a fellow predator.

Raziel raised a brow at the sudden attention, but other than that he remained still. Many a fledge became fiercely territorial when another predator was nearby. Especially if said predator did not register to their senses as 'Sire'. Would she growl or hiss at him in threat? Would she attack, foolishly perceiving him to be a potential threat? He had no doubt that Kain would keep her in line if the latter occurred. Still, he was curious despite himself...

What kind of Vampire would his new Sister be?

When he did not move, and proved to be no immediate threat to her person, Kay dismissed him from her mind and turned her attentions back to Kain. The heavy weight of his presence was oddly, wonderfully, intoxicating. She nuzzled at his collar-bone, tongue flicking out again and again over his armored skin. She could taste it. There was more beneath that near-leathery hide. More ambrosia to be had but...

Another thought flooded through her mind. Another fragile layer added to that house of cards; Do not bite.

She knew that if she actually bit down then there would pain. Immediate, swift and unavoidable. So instead she continued to lick at her Sire's skin. A small, begging sound of entreaty escaped her throat and her thoughts reached out toward Kain's own in a reflexive mental sending requesting more. Hungry... she wanted, needed, more blood. Ah… but she was so damned hungry and the blood beneath his skin smelled powerful indeed. It was like a siren's song to her newly heightened senses.

"You still have not asked me what her name actually is mine own," Kain rumbled in an amused tone.

Honestly, he was acting as if he knew the punch-line to a particularly good joke. Which wouldn't be completely inaccurate, at least not when looked at from a certain point of view. He stroked the talons of one hand soothingly through Kay's hair and then set the empty goblet aside on the table. That she continued to show restraint and did not try to bite at his torpor toughened hide was good. He held out his now empty hand expectantly, indicating the container that held the packs of blood.

"Refill the goblet mine own," he ordered.

Raziel had to fight down the rather immature desire to roll his eyes at the order, yet he still crossed his arms in front of his chest. Briefly. As annoyed as he was, he was not about to risk Kain's ire and break him out of his current lassitude. He sighed, the noise almost inaudible, and moved to slit open another blood-pack. Why did his Sire have to speak so? Making him ask the question outright instead of simply getting to the point and telling him?

"Very well," he said in a low voice as he poured the blood slowly into the goblet. He did not want to startle the female fledgling into attacking. Once the blood was poured, he tossed the empty pack aside to land atop the other and then placed the goblet back into Kain's outstretched and waiting hand. "What is her name then?"

"K. A. Y. N. E. Her name, my Raziel, is 'Kayne,'" he rumbled and he side-eyed his First-Born's face with an open expression of bemusement, though he swiftly closed his hand around the base of said goblet.

It was a good thing that Kain had grabbed the goblet so, else Raziel would have dropped the damned thing at Kain's answer. Eloquence fled from Raziel's thoughts and he sputtered in incredulous confusion. That was followed rapidly by a brief look of open upset that was swiftly quelled. Not only had the woman somehow caught Kain's eye enough for him to Turn her, not only was she the apparent Balance Guardian of her own world, but she also shared the same name as his Sire?

"Her name is 'Kayne'? Are you jesting?" he finally said, all but growling. When he saw no deception in the older male's expression, he turned to glare at the smaller form held so possessively in his Sire's arms. "'Kayne'?!"

"Hmmghmm?" her head jerked up at the sound of Raziel's shout and an unintelligible series of noises escaped Kay's throat.

Her mouth worked slowly, but she was still unable to form coherent words with mouth and tongue. Could barely form any kind of coherent thought. He had... just yelled her name...? She tensed warily for a moment. Was this other male, this other predator, upset with her? He... seemed like it. Yet he wasn't attacking her. So why…? Her mind was still pressed against her Sire's in that needy touch for more blood, more nourishment, but now that touch was laced with her blatant confusion at the other male's upset.

Threat? Danger? Safe?

A low, thoroughly amused sound escaped Kain lips even as he sent the soothing thought of 'safe' back along the Whisper to ease his wolf-pup's concerns. He was greatly entertained by his First's expression. That upset whine which was almost unnoticeable. It was as if the woman had committed the gravest effrontery simply by sharing the same name as he. Even if it was a different spelling. It didn't help that Raziel had always been jealous of his Siblings. And why not? He was Kain's First after all. First of his Brood. First to earn his attention, his consideration, his praise. Still, had Raziel truly thought that Kain would not make more Vampires once the threat of the Parasite was dealt with? Once their home had been saved? Ah. Perhaps therein lay the problem...

Raziel had been alone for some time now. No one to call equal. To call Brother or Sibling. Even the lovers that said male had taken whilst in Haven had not compared to being with one of his own. No, until Raziel had rescued some of his own Clan from the jaws of Time itself he had not been around his own Kith and Kin for an extended period of time. Even then, they were his Clan. He was Liege-Lord. They had followed him. To have a Sibling again, no matter how young, no matter that they would not be keeping the woman for he knew well that she would have to be returned to her world in time, well...

The low sound turned into a chuckle and then outright, thundering laughter at the affronted confusion and jealousy writ so plainly on Raziel's face. How easy it was to read his erstwhile Scion's mood.

Ah... but there would be entertainment aplenty found here in the near future. And still more over the centuries ahead.

Splendid.

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