Hey Guys and Doll. .
I love how supportive you all are. Some of your comments about the epicness of the rant cracked me up.
And quite a few of you were jealous of Miss Lylah… I'm jealous of her an I created her.;p That lucky russet haired mare!
I just wanna ask, has a fuck tonne of M rated fics been deleted again?
So far Ive had trouble finding. I love you nerd. When Running Away and Something Four Glory?
Cause if they are going on a mass sweep yet again I aint going to be a happy Kitty and as u guys have seen an unhappy Kitty has claws. I was really looking forward to the new chaps as I've been following them from the very beginning.
Any whooo. Thanks for the reviews and I hope you enjoy.
Dedicated to BetTheDuckIsInTheHat
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VAMP VERSE
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Italy. 1690. House of Bastian.
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Over the last few weeks, due to her newly turned over leaf of behaviour, Sebastian had given her license to roam the grounds of the 'Play House' as it was dubbed, on command of behaving herself.
How ever, the silver manacles remained.
She had noticed he did not sit so heavy in her mind as much. He was still a presence but it seemed his grip upon her inner most thoughts was beginning to wane, as she had been able to successfully conceal Brittany's existence and mask her intentions towards Lylah.
She had taken to inquisitively wandering the halls and courtyards of the sweeping building and she was almost sure she knew the layout by heart. She had also made a point of getting to know many of the acrobats and bards in order to not raise suspicion as to her sudden interest in the russet haired vampire.
In talking to the entertainers, she had gleaned that they were in the heart of Rome and she was surprised to find,with no knowledge as to the nature of the house and their employers true form, assuming it was all part of some elaborate show, the House of Bastian was a gig many performers coveted. To land a gig in the 'Play House' was a golden ticket to bigger and brighter things as contacts could be made and gigs secured in the houses of the, visiting, affluent of the city.
Wishing to give the illusion that the dark and seedy lifestyle was growing on her and knowing many eyes would be watching, reporting back to their Master, she had taken to idly passing conversation with the revellers that frequented the place, going so far as to serve them whilst parting flirtatious encouragements.
A well placed devilish smirk, arched eyebrow, an extra sway in her hips or a fleeting trail of her fingertips, here or there, had gone far.
She had yet to join in with the lustful behaviours of her brethren but she left many hints that it would only be a matter of time. Whilst she cavorted and pandered to those that made her skin crawl, she had watched the comings and goings of the Versepilllis, taking mental note as to which doors were heavily guarded.
She had learned how to spot her own kind with one glance, yet one or two members of Sebastian's entourage she could not fathom and it unsettled her. Aware of the many charms that protected the entrances, she had still yet to come up with a complete plan.
Even if she, herself, could not escape, it was detrimental that Lucinda did.
All Santana needed was the opportunity and she sensed it would arise sooner rather than later.
The feeling in the air was that something was going on, something big.
Small things had given it away.
The number of Vampires present had dwindled, new coffins and a carriage had been acquired and fresh, beautiful, plump girls had been brought in.
Her Sire did not trust her enough to mention his plans in front of her, any time she approached he would immediately lower his voice or change the subject completely, all the while, warily watching her.
She had attempted to delicately coax it from Ryder but to no avail. The fawning mooncalf was too loyal or rather; he wished to continue receiving the regular ass fucking he craved. Santana was no fool; she could tell by the way he watched the weasel's every move with longing and the brief flashes of jealousy when Sebastian chose to take the dawning with someone else.
That left only one person.
The person that could not help but drip when she passed by.
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Santana sensually weaved her way through the throng of partygoers, waving her fingers seductively and blowing teasing kisses to those she recognised.
The Play House was almost overflowing and caught in the grip of hedonistic jubilation. Upon the strange death of the boy-loving Cardinal, Medici's nephew, Alex, had been named to take his place and the pigman wished to celebrate, sharing his young nephew's good fortune.
Santana couldn't help but wonder what great theological debate a 3 year old could contemplate other than the holy rattle of Christ or Blessed be thy shitty nappy but she had come to learn that the Vatican, like any other Royal house or established institution, was just as corrupt and power hungry.
She was aware that many of the guests had turned up in order to court Medici's favour.
With the Holy Roman Catholic churche's blind conviction of its followers and the ability to proverbially pull on the souls of thousands, creating an unlimited resource of a potential army, it stood to reason that it would be rather lucrative indeed to have the ear of a Cardinal.
Nothing mobilised the sheep into giving money or volunteering for a 'religious war' than the offer of absolution of your immortal soul and the promise of a clean slate.
If she didn't know any better, she would see the appeal, she really would.
However the irony of the level of debauchery she was witnessing in the name of celebrating the holy infant did not go a miss and amused her no end.
Serving a blond, tittering youth who groped her ass whilst his friends leered, she imagined breaking the jug over his head and snapping his wrist just to teach him a lesson; instead, she smiled wickedly and perked her backside out even more as she scanned the crowd.
Her eyes alighted on the one she was looking for.
Lylah had her skirts bunched round her waist, her pale breasts spilling from her top, bouncing, as, reverse cowboy, she rode the fingers of the stomach-turning woman, beneath her.
She locked eyes with her across the crowd. Santana grinned and deliberately licked her lips.
The red head redoubled her efforts. Palming her own breasts, she kept eye contact with the brunette. Her face became slack with ecstasy as she continued to rock herself, vigorously, into the body beneath. Guests watching the lewd display whooped and hollered in encouragement as Sebastian observed from his lofty heights.
Santana took her shot.
Placing down the jug, she quickly made her way through the crowd coming to stop in front on the russet haired girl.. As Lylah bobbed, her moans and arousal filling the air, Santana cupped her cheek. The vampire looked taken aback by the sudden contact.
Santana roughly palmed the girl's breasts. Lylah's eyes rolled back in her head, letting out a long, low moan as she began to reach her climax.
'Forgive me Brittany.'
Catching the red heads lips in her own, she swallowed Lylah's cries, dominating her with her tongue and whipping the voyeurs into a frenzy as the vampire continued to ride out her orgasm.
Spent, Lylah fell forward into the smaller girl. As the red head climbed off the woman's fingers, Santana snatched them up. Staring at the pale vampire, she sucked on them, letting a sensual hum of enjoyment escape her.
A brief look of shock passed over the russet girl's features to be replaced by bemusement,
"You're a tease!"
Santana coyly, twirled a piece of her hair, breathing,
"You have no idea."
Lylah wrapped her fingers into Santana's dark locks, kissing her full force on the mouth, tasting herself on the brunette's tongue. Pulling back, she murmured,
"I'd like to find out!"
Trailing her fingertips along a porcelain collarbone, Santana pouted her plump lips,
"It's a shame Sebastian won't allow it."
Attempting to fix her dishevelled appearance, Lylah winked,
"When the cats away the mice will play."
She picked up a goblet. Taking a huge gulp, she grabbed Santana once more. Tipping her back, she kissed her allowing the blood to trickle into her mouth whilst their tongues slid over each other, the excess dribbling down the brunette's jaw and neck.
The latin girl felt a twinge of guilt when arousal surged through her, the smell of blood and the way she was being so forcefully kissed, causing her to throb. Lylah continued to nip and nibble on her lips until Santana gently pushed her away, swallowing the warm, vicious liquid. She slowly drew a finger along her bottom lip, noticing how the bright eyed vampire, hungrily watched her every move.
She smirked,
"Maybe we should go somewhere and if you tell me what you mean by 'If the cats away', I'll allow you to do that again?"
Entwining their fingers, Lylah grinned and. the voyeurs' groaned in dismay as she began to lead the smaller girl back through the crowd. Spying a lounge sofa, Lylah shooed away two harlot boys, ordering,
"If you're not sucking dick, do something useful and fetch us some taint."
The boys scampered away as she flopped down.
'Its about the teasing not the pleasing.' Santana reminded herself.
Hitching up her skirts, she straddled the red head,
"I think it's hot when you're forceful."
"Oh yeah?" The alabaster girl replied,
Santana nodded. Lylah gripped her by her thighs and flung her on to the sofa. Gripping her wrists just underneath the manacles, she pinned the latin girl with her body, grinding down into Santana's core. The brunette let out a gasp.
"Fuck," She breathed, bucking her hips against the girl above.
The red head trailed her tongue up the shell of Santana's ear, husking,
"Id love nothing more than to take off those manacles and fuck you properly. I'd fuck you so hard that you would be begging for me to stop." She continued to suck and nibble down along a caramel neck, "Would you like that?"
Lying back, imagining it was Brittany, teasing her with those words, Santana let out a whimper. Mustering her resolve, she challenged,
"If these manacles came off you wouldn't be able to handle me."
Lylah sank her teeth into the tanned, soft, flesh just above Santana's breath causing her to hiss at the slight, sweet, sting of pain. She heard the red head murmur,
"Oh really?"
Wrapping her legs tighter round Lylah's waist, she rocked herself against her, retorting,
"Take them off and I promise I won't disappoint."
Keeping her slender wrists pinned with one hand, the porcelain girl slide her other under Santana's top and drew her nails, harshly down her stomach as she watched her face. The brunette quivered, staring straight back into green eyes, daring the other girl to carry on. Lylah leant down to catch her lips, whispering against them between light kisses,
"When Seb goes away in a few days I guess we shall find out."
Santana smiled inwardly. Wriggling a hand free, she pulled the lithe girl flush on top of her, kissing her hard. Worming her fingers into russet hair, she began to pull out the pins that held it in place,
"What are you doing?" Lylah snickered,
"I think you would look way hotter with your hair down."
Lylah sat up and began to remove the pins from her hair, allowing it to cascade in gentle locks over her shoulders not noticing as Santana slipped two pins into the lining of her skirt.
She licked and nibbled on alabaster skin as the other girl flirtatiously posed with her hair on her head, or pouted playfully, giving Santana a show and making her laugh
It really was a shame, Santana had no idea what would happen to the pretty, red head when she escaped. Maybe in a different life, she and Lylah could have had some fun but she was one of the things that stood between her and her lover and she would do what ever it took, even if that meant staking a few bitches along the way.
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Ps You're going to lynch me aint ya? Tell me what you think.
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