Mirror, tell me something

by Arei-The Peridot Dragon

Edits being done as of 2020 - 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. Fem-dom later chap. porn with plot

10. Raziel part 5

Here's the last one for Raziel. Hope everyone enjoys it!

Contemplating doing one of these with Vorador later. What do you all think? Yay? Nay? Comments are appreciated!

Take care of each other!

Came back to add to the ending. Felt a little abrupt even when I posted it. :( Hope this new ended feels a little more satisfying. I know it feels better on my end :D

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"Kain," Raziel was inwardly cursing himself for thinking to take on even a portion of Kain's rage. "She did not take injury at the hands of my erroneous Clan. Instead, it was a Teleportation spell gone wrong when I took her arm in hand as she attempted to evade Anani, whom she believed to be in league with the two fools who attacked her."

"I have seen injuries caused by many a miscast spell, mine own," Kain said, thoughtfully rubbing his thumb over the woman's scarred back. If his First was correct, then... that changed. If only by a fractional amount. "This does not look like such a mishap, but I will admit that the Magics found here are strange. Does he speak true, my wild little wolf pup? Were you unharmed until you were distracted midcast?"

Wait. What...? Kay's eyes widened. She looked down at Raziel.

He was... what in the hells was he doing? She knew that any attempt to deflect Kain's attention away from her would result in Raziel being punished. She shared a similar enough temperament with the older male to predict as much. The feel of Kain's thumb dragging over her back made her shiver. Out of fear, yes, but also strangely out of anticipation.

"Yes," Kay said slowly, claws flexing and cutting into the sheets beneath her hands. "I'd avoided the pair well enough and had sealed the main doors. Anani, was it? He was trying to... corral me, but..."

"But you'd not met Raziel's First before. Did not know him for the ally he is," Kain said. His voice lowered into a growl. His lips brushed over her ear, even as his hand moved from her ass to close about her hip. "An allowance can be made for that. However, that does not change your original blunders, pup. You may have survived the years past through sheer stubbornness alone, but you are mine now."

His grasp upon her hip tightened, sharp talons digging in harshly enough to open shallow wounds. Kain forced her lower body back and down hard enough to drive Raziel's length as deep as physically possible. He pushed them firmly against the bed. The coiled ring of power binding Raziel's cock tightened. In warning.

In punishment.

"You will call for us, for me, when in danger, pup," he snarled into her ear.

Raziel grunted as he was forced into the mattress. The frame let out an ominous creak despite having been built to withstand such couplings. His eyes flashed white-blue for a moment as pain-edged pleasure seared through him. The constricting pressure around his length. The forced plunge deeper into the woman's glorious heat. Heaven and hell together as one. Reaching up quickly, instinctively knowing Kain's intent, he grabbed onto Kay's shoulders to keep her pinned against his chest.

A howl was torn from her throat. Kay squirmed about violently. She clawed at Kain's hand, struggling to pull those lethally sharp talons from her skin. When she was forced back down upon the length buried within her, her howl cut off. Her efforts to escape only caused Raziel's talons to cut fresh grooves into her shoulders. Another pained shudder ran through her. Part of her knew that to yield was the proper response. The rest of her, though...

Low rumbling filled the room. A growling noise that emanated from deep within Kain's chest. His hand shifted from her hip, quickly catching the errant hand so clumsily clawing at his own. He moved the limb upward for Raziel to take hold of, even as his right hand closed about her neck to hold her upper body in place.

"Calm yourself, pup," Kain ordered firmly. "Lest you exacerbate your punishment."

Raziel reached out to take hold of the woman's arm. Then, without waiting for additional instruction, he caught hold of her other wrist. He leaned upwards to press his mouth to her neck, his tongue laving soothingly over the rapid pulse point just under the skin. He dared not offer her more comfort than that.

"Fucking... ngh... don't tell me to calm down," she snarled, tugging fruitlessly at Raziel's iron gip. "I am not-!"

Kain's grasp shifted forward and tightened painfully around the front of the youngster's throat, cutting off the air needed for speech. It would no longer do her harm to be so constrained. He pressed the pair harder still against the bed, uncaring how the weight might affect Raziel's wings nor if the bed broke beneath the pressure.

"Quiet, pup," Kain ordered firmly. His eyes met Raziel's. The taller male's gaze was dark. Dangerous. "Foolish as she might have been, she did raise a good point, my Raziel. So why did you not step in before things escalated, mine own?"

"I..." Raziel tensed, shifting his wings as much as he could with them so awkwardly pinned. Wariness filled him. Expectation. "I wished to see how she might handle the confrontation. She did well, even managing to disable one of them with Transformative Magics. After the pair were dealt with, the intent was to detain her, calm her, and perhaps even praise her efforts in evading them. But..."

"But you'd not known that she had Teleportative Magics at her disposal," Kain finished for him. He leaned forward so that the two males were as nose to nose as they could get with the woman's slighter frame trapped between them. "Presumptions of such a nature can lead to maiming, death, or worse, my Raziel. You know better."

Kay realized that she was quaking in fear… and hated it. The heavy weight of the Elder's body against her back was bad enough without that horrible feeling of enraged power dancing over her skin. Even knowing that some of that rage was directed at Raziel was not reassuring. Not if Kain was intent on punishing them at the same time. Her fingers tightened in the sheets beneath her hand, claws slicing deeper into the bedding. Her other hand closed into a trembling fist. She almost lashed out… but instead, she let her head fall against Raziel's shoulder.

~Fuck... how bad is this going to get?~ she Whispered to Raziel, struggling to keep the mental communication locked on the male beneath her.

~Perhaps not as bad as you might fear,~ Raziel Whispered back, fingers flexing and rubbing soothingly along her wrists without allowing her the leeway to escape. ~He is skilled at splitting his attention when needed, true, but his anger with you is somewhat diminished at this point.~

"I am aware, Kain," Raziel said, keeping his voice carefully void of emotion. "In hindsight, yes, perhaps I..."

"Hush, my Raziel," Kain ordered firmly, his hand moving from the woman's neck so that he could stroke the back of one talon along Raziel's cheek. "I find myself wondering if it was negligence on your part… or if it was jealousy instead that stayed your hand."

Kain ran that talon's sharp edge down along Raziel's jaw to his throat. A quick flick sliced open that armored hide, spilling Raziel's potent vitae close to the woman's mouth. Kain grabbed a handful of Kay's hair, forcing her mouth toward the rapidly closing wound.

She didn't need to be guided to such a prize. The scent of blood called to Kay like a siren's song, and she bit down readily enough. A pleased shudder ran through her from head to toe, her body tightening around the impalement buried deep inside of her core. A moan escaped her at the dual pleasure. Such vitae was a distraction of the highest quality, like that of the finest wine or drug.

So fucking good. Like tasting the wind... Kay thought as a sense of pure repletion began to fill her.

Raziel's eyes darkened with anger. He found himself unable, or perhaps unwilling, to contain the reflexive urge to bear fang at the other male as Kain cut into his throat. A low snarl escaped him as the woman's fangs sank in. The woman's shuddering reactions around his length were agreeable, yes, and filled his eyes with more than just rage, but he knew better than to fall into the trap known as complacency.

"It was not jealousy that stayed my hand," Raziel growled, releasing the woman's wrist to try to pull her away from his throat. "She-"

Only to find his wrist caught painfully within Kain's grasp. Kain's head tilted to the side, canine-like, as he eyed the wayward limb. A tight band of Telekinesis coiled around Raziel's forearm, and the limb was forcefully pulled to the bed. Additional bands of power coiled around Raziel's other arm as well as the woman's forelimbs to keep them both trapped in place. He then reached out, a small, extra-dimensional portal opening up long enough for Kain to pull out a long, thick, tapered, and multi-ridged silver plug.

"Was it not, mine own?" Kain said, his voice a low and deadly purr as he pushed the tip of that plug against Raziel's rear passage. "This is not the first time you have let a Sibling flounder when you should have stepped in. Do remember, my dear Raziel, that it is not for you to decide when my progeny are to be put to the test."

Kain plunged that metal length partially into Raziel's ass, keeping his weight pressed firmly down upon the pair beneath him to prevent any overt flailing of limbs.

Raziel let out a strangled cry, body bucking to escape the abrupt impalement. His arms strained at the magical restraints holding him in place, wings pushing back against the bed as his spine arched. He was in no way unfamiliar with the many ways Kain might met out punishment and, more often than not, what was a punishment eventually turned to pleasure for both Elder and younger vampire alike. Nor was he unacquainted with the 'toy' now in his ass.

But that didn't mean he was going to simply yield to the Elder's tender mercies.

Snarling, he lashed out with a taloned foot to kick at Kain's outer thigh. It was an awkward attempt, what with the woman's body on top of his own and Kain positioned carefully between their legs.

Choked gasps escaped Kay's throat as Raziel bucked wildly beneath her. Fresh blood spilled from her mouth. She tried to pull back, but Kain's grip on her hair had not lessened one bit. Another shudder ran through her. Raziel's arching movements, his efforts to escape whatever it was that Kain was doing to him, only heightened her pleasure. If this was to be her punishment, she was half-tempted to act up more in the future…

Gods, she thought with a faint whine of noise. Her inner muscles clenched tightly around the hard shaft buried within her wet hole. This is an exquisite type of torment...

Low laughter, fierce and cold, filled the air. Kain shifted his hips to block Raziel's clumsy attempt to do him harm. Truly, the pair beneath him made quite the rousing sight. His own length was swelling, eager to be buried within either of the two deliciously writhing forms beneath him. But, patience was a virtue, and punishment was required for both of them before more carnal pleasures were indulged in. The tapered plug was pushed the rest of the way into Raziel's tightly-clenched passage.

He paused, waiting, tapping the toy with one talon to cause tiny little vibrations to jump through the length of the plug. Eventually, he relaxed his grip on the woman's hair enough for her to move her head but not withdraw fully.

"Will you admit to your errors, mine own?" Kain purred, keeping his words purposefully vague as the question applied to both of them.

Kain's purred question, filled with so much menace, was enough to jar Kay partially from the drunken haze that had settled over her mind. Was he talking to Raziel? To her? Perhaps both of them? The older male was tricky like that, so it might well be the latter. Still, she'd done what she could with the information she'd had at the time.

Kay did not trust that they would help her if she needed aid. Raziel had admitted to standing by and doing nothing save corralling his progeny once she'd dealt with them. She'd been left to feel as if she were fighting for her life, given their contempt for Kain. She'd been left thinking that she was alone. And Kain had dared to demand her trust earlier?

"Maybe… maybe I could have tried to call for one of you. If only to confirm you weren't on Haven to help as I'd believed at the time," Kay began warily, turning her head so she could see Kain out of the corner of her eye. "I did the best I could with the information that I had on hand. But I ask you, Sire, why should I call out for you in the future? Especially when Raziel has proven that he will stand by when I am in danger? How can I trust you when I cannot trust him?"

Raziel stiffened beneath her as she spoke and winced in pain. He forced himself to relax his lower muscles even as he worked to undo the magical bindings on his wrists. It wasn't that she had questioned Kain, again, challenging his capabilities as a Vampiric Sire and Lord. No, it was that she was attacking his actions. To do so when he'd gone out of his way to offer her a modicum of comfort was anger-inducing. Raziel turned his head to glare at her, eyes flashing and fangs bared…

"He had his reasons. I don't begrudge him that now that I know them. I do, however, begrudge him his methods," Kay said before Raziel could snap at her, not even looking his way but feeling the glare nevertheless. "He wanted to see my capabilities. Fine. He is your only remaining General. His thought process to test a 'new recruit' was sound enough. But that isn't enough for me, Kain. To let someone flounder when a certain degree of trust hasn't been established in the first place is pointless. It damages any sense of trust instead! And just being your 'progeny' isn't enough for me to trust either of you. Trust is either earned by those worthy of it or gifted by those with far kinder hearts than I."

Kain blinked slowly at the woman's little speech. A lazy, cat-like movement. His head tilted to the other side, and one taloned knuckle began to rub gently back and forth against the woman's scalp. Something that could easily be mistaken for a soothing gesture. And perhaps it was just that. The plug was idly twisted about in Raziel's ass for a moment before it went still. Another series of taps, of little vibrations to jolt and tease. To threaten. Kain turned that implacable gaze on Raziel, gold-blue eyes void of emotion. Not even a hint of what he was thinking could be seen.

Or even felt, for that matter. Even that dark sense of rage in Kain's Aura seemed to have disappeared.

"And you, my Raziel?" Kain said in a voice as equally void as his expression and Aura. "Is there anything that you would like to add to this discourse?"

Raziel went still. His breath froze in his lungs. His heart stuttered to a stop in his chest. The woman might not yet know what it meant when a Vampire's Aura went so cold as to appear non-existent, but he did. And after listening to Kay's brief speech, he understood why Kain was so upset. It wasn't that Raziel had chosen to wait and not step in, that he had chosen to test the woman's skill. It was that he had done so far too soon.

He'd forgotten for a moment that Kay wasn't from Nosgoth. As much as she worked to integrate herself by being mindful of the mannerisms of others and their way of speaking and doing so in a way that would make any politician jealous, the woman was in no way used to the very strict Lord and Vassal hierarchy. Those from Nosgoth trusted their Lords until they are proven to be unfaithful. Even now, with trust frayed at the edges and a strained understanding between the two males, Raziel was still ultimately going to return to Kain's, his Lord and Sire's, side. Blinders off, yes… but Kay never had and would never have those same blinders.

Raziel had set back whatever tutelage Kain had planned for the woman.

Perhaps severely so.

"I've said what needs to be said," Raziel responded stiffly, finally able to speak past his unease.

Kay lay there... shaking. Confused. Soft, barely-there pants of breath escaped her lips. Why was she trembling like some kind of newborn foal? Raziel had gone still. She couldn't even sense Kain's Aura anymore. In fact, a dread unlike anything she'd ever felt before coursed through her veins like an icy tidal wave. What was this? Why was every instinct within her screaming at her to be as still and silent and as small as possible?

The threat that loomed behind her, above her, was… unknowable. Deadly. Her hands slowly fisted in the torn sheets, needing something, anything, to hold on to in the face of those yowling instincts. A soft whine escaped her throat, unbidden.

"Shhh, my wayward little pup," Kain said, leaning in to kiss the tip of her slightly pointed ear. "I will tend to you in a moment."

His voice promised nothing good. Kain leaned back and eyed the pair beneath him. One knew what was coming. The other did not. Kain nodded to himself and pushed down on the woman's back, once more firmly pinning them into place with his own weight so that any writhing was contained. Controlled. He then abruptly twisted the base of the tapered plug. Tiny, thin needle-heads extended from each ridge of the 'toy,' turning it into a serrated nightmare of a device.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he twisted the tool about within his First's rear passage before releasing it.

Raziel let out a choked roar as dozens upon dozens of tiny needles tore into sensitive inner flesh. He could feel the blood welling within him. He flailed, taloned feet lashing out and cutting grooves into the side of the bed and the floor where he could reach. Kain had positioned himself well to protect both himself and the female Fledge from Raziel's physical outburst.

Even after knowing centuries of how cruel Kain's corrections could be, it took an effort of will to force himself to still lest he cause himself even more damage. Only the magical binding at the base of his length prevented him from softening. The hardened flesh darkened with trapped blood. His length was growing more sensitive as time passed.

Which was the intent…

"Kain…!" Raziel snarled, baring fang at the silver-haired male above them.

Kay let out a strangled noise from between them. Raziel's struggles forced that yet-unflagging length to piston in and out of her body several times. At one point, it felt like he would slip free, but Kain's weight bore them back down, slamming the dark-haired male's cock inside her to the hilt.

"Oh gods, ngh!" Kay said with a deep-throated groan of pleasure and fear.

She clawed at the sheets and the bedding beneath where she could reach, unable to yank her hands free of the magic binding them. Sharp claws tore the fine fabric into ribbons, ripping into the cotton beneath. Kay's body was shaking like god's damned leaf. It was as if she were caught in the eye of a tornado, with the winds howling around her, ready to tear her apart if she took even one wrong step.

"Tsaa," Kain murmured into Kay's ear, gently nuzzling the soft point as his hand caressed her hip. The other remained firmly tangled in her hair. He could taste her terror. Delicious. "Easy now, mine own. That's it. Now… up with you, little wolf."

Now that Raziel had calmed, Kain relaxed back into a standing position, firmly pulling the woman up as he did so. He quickly shifted her into a more comfortable position upon Raziel's lap with the dark-haired male still buried deep between her legs. The bindings on her wrists shifted with her, moving so that her arms were pinned to her sides. He slid his left hand along her hip and then down to tease at where they were joined. Then, carefully angling his talon, he began to rub at the pert, tender nub hidden beneath the delicate hood. Small jolts of electric magic began to dance over her skin. One moment pleasurable, the next a jarring zap of pain.

"Listen to me, little Kayne," he purred darkly into her ear. "Can you hear me, hm? Or do your instincts yet control your delightful form?"

"Ngh!" Kay jolted in his grasp, teeth clenched, and fangs bared in a grimace. Her head twisted back and forth in his hold, not in negation but in desperation.

The dance between pleasure and pain had become a familiar one over the past few weeks. Masochist, she was not, but she… she was beginning to enjoy these rough 'lessons' of his, in a twisted sort of way.

"I… hear you…" Kay managed to gasp out past the fluctuating pain and pleasure.

"Good," Kain murmured, lips brushing against her neck. One fang teased gently over her throat, drawing a thin line of blood that was rapidly swept up by his tongue. "You are mine, pup. Mine to teach. Mine to corral. Mine to pleasure. Mine to punish."

He forcefully lifted her by her hair so that Raziel's length was almost pulled from her body. Only the tip would remain clasped by that tight heat. A low rumbling filled the air.

"More than that, my wayward little Kayne," he growled against her throat, fangs again cutting into her skin. "You are mine to protect. Mine to cherish. Mine to treasure. Can you not feel it? Can you not know that my words are true?"

Raziel's head fell back against the bed, taloned fingers flexing as he fought for self-control. A hissing breath escaped him as Kain drew the woman up. The cold air of the room upon his heated cock was as much of a torture as everything else. Yet, despite the agony, he longed to reclaim the whole of the warmth that was just out of reach. Longed to reclaim what pleasure he could. Kain's words were like a soothing song. His body relaxed further still, knowing its Master. Raziel looked at Kay through hooded, heated eyes, wondering if she would understand the Elder's words…

Kain's Aura flared warmly as Raziel relaxed against the bed in acceptance of Kain's will. No longer was that Aura the cold, unfathomable press of death. It was now the blinding sensation of power that only a Sire or Dame could exude for their Children. Like the ringing thrum of a tuning fork, his very Soul called out to the shards within both Raziel and Kay, causing the fractured pieces to resonate. It was a mark more binding than any brand. A claim to Clan. A claim to Sanctuary.

Cries of startled pleasure, confusion, and wary wonderment escaped Kay's throat. She arched into the taller male's hold, hands grasping blindly at the air. It was one thing to have to adapt to the pressure of another Vampire's Aura. This was something else entirely. Vague recollections of such a sensation lingered in the back of her mind. She'd felt something much like this after awakening from being Turned like... like a deep-seated knowledge that she'd be safe while tucked against Sire's chest.

"Wh-what i-is…" Kay's question was broken off by yet another reflexive whine. Her eyes lost focus on the room around her.

By the Balance… she wanted to melt against the taller male. To be enveloped in his arms, in that wondrous Aura. Yet, she also wanted to rally against it. She bucked wildly in his grasp, conflicted instincts warring within her. The erratic flailing caused Raziel to slide fully from her body.

Kain shifted his hand from her mound and wrapped his left arm about her waist, hand settling firmly on her right hip as she twisted about so bewitchingly. Then, employing his telekinetic powers, he caught hold of Raziel's length and eased the woman back down onto the other male's cock. Next, he began to nip and kiss along the line of the woman's jaw, up to her ear.

"This is what it means to belong to me, little Kayne," he murmured softly. His grip tightened in her hair, turning her head so that he could place an almost chaste kiss upon her lips. "A piece of my soul resides within you. I will always be able to find you. And you will always be able to call upon me. Focus, pup. Focus on the sensation coursing through you… and call for me."

The dark-haired male beneath them let out a deep-throated keen of pained pleasure, eyes sliding closed. Despite the agonizing pulse of anguish, the blinding sensation of Kain metaphysically Calling to the soul-shard that bound them as Sire and Childe... mitigated the agony. When Kay's struggles dislodged him, he growled in frustration. His eyes shot open to half-glare at her. Any words of complaint died in his throat at the picture she made. Beautiful. The lost look in her fluttering eyes. The eager expression upon her face. Even that desperate little keen…

"Dark Gods…" Raziel murmured softly.

He would have said more, but the cool touch of Kain's magic taking hold of his length sapped the breath from his lungs. A choked groan was driven from his throat as Kain eased the woman back down onto him by barely an inch. The trembling heat of her entrance was divine, and he wanted more.

"I… you…" Kay said, pulling back from that chaste-seeming kiss, panting for breath.

Having Raziel's cock settled back inside her even by that much was pleasant indeed, but the sensation was nothing compared to the metaphysical thrumming. It was consuming her thoughts. Her very being. What made it so much worse was that their souls were mirrored copies of each other. Every inch of her essence felt it.

The thrumming song grew louder and louder still in her mind. Then, all of a sudden, it felt as if the very nucleus of her being was... elsewhere. Like her soul had abruptly recalled a time when their souls, Kain's and Kayne's, were once one and the same. Recalled the time before that singular soul was copied... again and again and again. Recalled the floating feeling of... sibling-souls all around them... The feeling of home and recognition and so much more... And then being forcibly scattered across the multiverse to live and grow in their own unique ways.

Alone. Forevermore alone...

It was a transcendent feeling. Glorious. As if Kay was floating amongst the nexus of the very multiverse itself. As if she could catch a glimpse of those 'others' and what choices and lives they had led.

It was Beautiful.

And also absolutely, completely, and utterly terrifying because no one else was there…

Kay's mind began to claw desperately for purchase. For something physical. She couldn't feel her own body and, panicking, she reached for the one thing she could possibly grab. Mental hands closed around that shard of Kain's soul within her, that tether, and she screamed.

~Help me!~ she howled over the Whisper.

Kain started at his newest Fledglings sudden-desperate-panicked yell. He pushed down along that link between them, curious and admittedly confounded by her panicked state… and stumbled as the immensity of what she was experiencing hit him like the blow of a war hammer to the head. His hand shot out to catch his weight against the bed. His arm tightened about her waist.

Of all the things he might have expected… this hadn't even been a possible contender. Yet, for a moment, he was just as lost as she within that metaphysical sea of stars. That... memory? A massive ocean of light made of a thousand swirling colors, painfully blinding and soothing in turn. Kain could even feel the tug upon his soul toward the 'others.' Their… what the woman's racing thoughts labeled as 'soul siblings.' He could feel dozens upon dozens of them… but no more than a hundred.

A hundred different copies of the same soul. How fascinating. They represented a hundred different forms and lives and dimensions… and the many thousands of choices made to shape those other dimensional timelines.

No wonder she panicked so. It was enough to drive a weaker mind to madness.

Raziel let out a discomfited grunt as the pair fell forward. Onto him. The woman's body was forced down upon his length, but… he could tell by the panicked flickering of those white-glowing eyes that something had gone wrong. But what? When he glanced at Kain and saw that the silver-haired male's eyes were also glowing brightly with power. Kain's expression was drawn into one of contained confusion. Both of them looked like they were facing something unseen.

"Kain?" Raziel asked warily. When there was no response, he repeated himself through the Whisper. ~Kain!~

Still no response. Raziel had the time to undo the magical bindings holding him in place. Even the binding on his cock, so painfully tight at this point, was undone. He could have fled at that point. Forced the woman off and removed Kain's corrective 'toy,' leaving the pair to their own devices. But he did not. Instead, he reached out to cup the woman's cheek in one taloned hand, caressing her skin with the sharp edge, and placed his other hand upon Kain's shoulder. He tugged at that soul-link between himself and Kain.

Physically speaking, Kay was trembling and shaking, tears of fearful awe leaving a wet trail along her cheeks. Mentally she was curled into a damned ball, holding on desperately to the shard of Kain's soul within her as if it were a lifeline.

She hated it. Hated this.

Hated that her thoughts were stuck in a loop of 'help,' 'help me,' 'find me,' 'please,' 'I can't get out!,' 'fucking dammit!' and 'Kain!'. Hated having to reach out to another for aid. But the human mind could only take so much. Even a vampire's mind was not immune to the effects of such… such an infinity.

Kain forced his 'gaze' from the grandeur, the awful impossibility of a veranda before his mind's eye, and focused upon Kay's desperate sendings. He would not be distracted by those 'others.' How could he be? They were not his. Would never be his. Much as he had when he had Turned her, he reached out and coiled his soul and mind around Kay's own in a soothing blanket of power. He then reached out to pull them out of this mental, metaphysical trap… only to pause and 'look' about.

There was no apparent way out of this odd place that they found themselves in. Mentally fortifying himself, now fully understanding her alarm, he reached out for the only other soul-bond that he had. The one with Raziel. Kain was pleased to find the other male reaching out in turn. Felt the dark-haired male's confusion. His worry. Kain 'grabbed' hold of the tether, reaffirmed the hold he had on Kay, and pulled them harshly back toward the waking world.

A broken-off snarl escaped Raziel's throat as he felt Kain yank at the bond between them. It was a near painful sensation. Almost… desperate in its strength? How strange. Still, as he was no Mentalist himself, he simply tightened the hold he had upon his end of the 'tether' despite the throbbing budding in his skull.

"By the Nine, Kain," Raziel snarled with another wince, his hand tightening on the Elder male's shoulder. "What mess have you two gotten into?"

Kain's head twisted down and to the side, a snarl escaping his throat as he 'returned' to his body. Talons dug into the rent and ruined bedding beneath his hand, destroying it further. Had he still had a heart, it would be beating wildly after that… rather unique experience. As it was, he took a moment to take a fortifying breath and let it out in a quiet sigh. That had been… bracing. He huffed and turned to nuzzle at the woman's neck.

"Pup?" he murmured against her ear, frowning at how heavy his tongue felt. He worked his jaw a moment before continuing. "Little Kayne, have you returned to us? Hm?"

Unlike Kain, Kay did have a heart. A heart that was racing wildly after that beautiful, nightmarish incident. She inhaled roughly and promptly burst into a small coughing fit. Gods… she never wanted to experience that… that… whatever the hells that was again. She could feel Raziel's thumb talon rubbing soothingly against her skin, and it was too much sensation. She pulled her head back from his hand before glancing over her shoulder at Kain with confused eyes.

"I'm… I'm okay…" Kay said, only to frown in turn. Like the Elder, her tongue felt heavy. Weighted. "What in the hells was that? It didn't feel… normal."

"I am not quite certain," Kain responded with a huff, looking Raziel over and taking in the fact that the other male had freed himself… yet had remained to aid them. He kissed the side of Kay's throat. "And indeed, little wolf pup, that was in no way typical by any means. I fear it may have to do with our being Mirrors. A question to be put before Q, methinks… but that is for later. For now, stay put, mine own. The both of you."

Kain stepped back from the pair and began to undo the leather straps holding his vambraces and greaves in place. He carefully set the armor aside upon the nearby table and took another deep breath as he looked at his taloned hands. A sneer passed over his visage, unseen by the pair as his back was to them. He clenched his hands into fists, the muscles of his arms jumping tensely.

That vista had unnerved even him… and he was not pleased in the slightest.

Heart still racing like a wild thing, Kay went limp against Raziel's chest. Uncaring of how it might look, she began to nuzzle his skin, taking in his scent. Her nerves felt raw. The simplest touch felt like it was almost too much, but Kay needed to feel something. She needed physical contact to anchor her. She reached up and tangled her fingers in Raziel's hair, lifting her head just enough to angle for a brief yet awkward kiss.

"Whatever you did to help… thank you," she murmured before letting her head fall to rest against his chest once more.

"You are welcome," Raziel said bemusedly.

He looked back and forth between the dissimilar pair. Even now, he could scent their unease. Kay was doing nothing to hide it. Yet Kain was still the perfect picture of poise, control, and grace. A small huff escaped him at the sight. His Sire did always need to appear in command of the events around him.

Even when things were quite clearly outside of the Elder's control.

"I would appreciate it if one of you would explain what happened," Raziel said drily. "That was no ordinary reaction to a Sire's Call, as you said. Instead, you both seemed frozen and lost inside yourselves somehow…"

"Pup, perhaps it is best that you explain what you felt from your end first," Kain said, keeping his back to the pair even as he pulled forth a bottle of bloodwine and three fine glass goblets.

He poured himself a glass before downing it in one go, then refilled it before setting it aside. Next, he filled the other two and set them aside as well. Kain then began divesting himself of his trousers.

"Hm?" Kay blinked and looked lazily toward the silver-haired male as he undressed.

As confrontational as she could be, he truly was a fine specimen to behold. Powerfully built, with rippling muscles and a physique that could make many a bodybuilder weep in shame. His inhuman looks only added to the package. Besides, she'd rather focus on him stripping down than let herself dwell on what happened. Shuddering, she ended up burrowing as close to Raziel as she could, her arms sliding under his back and through the gap between his wings and shoulders. Her fingers curled around his shoulders. An awkward kind of hug.

"At first… it felt like you had set the piece of your soul that you used to… restore me, to... vibrate? Oscillate?" Kay began hesitantly. "That was, I expect, supposed to be the extent of it, yes? Only the vibrations began to spread until every ounce of my soul was shaking. When I focused on it... It was like… ugh, how do I explain? Do either of you two know the term 'genetic memory?'"

Raziel shifted about warily, a bemused expression on his face as the woman nuzzled close. The brush of her hands so close to his wings made him stiffen, wary, but when they closed upon his shoulders in a loose embrace, he relaxed. The woman was merely seeking what comfort she could. Understandable. He wrapped an arm around her waist and soothingly began to rub his talons over her now-scared backside. The talon-tips teasing over the grooves in her skin. He was yet half-hard within her and could easily spur things back toward more libidinous goals, but... that could wait for a few moments more.

"I have not," Raziel admitted with a thoughtful hum.

He noticed the goblets and began to ease them both up into a sitting position, being mindful of the tool still within him and the sharp points that tore at his innards if he moved wrong.

"Nor have I," Kain said, straightening and placing his leathers aside. He gathered up the goblets with a wave of Telekinesis and walked back to the pair. "Explain, pup. Raziel, hold a moment."

Not bothering to wait for the male to properly still himself, Kain reached between their spread legs to where the implement lay nestled between the cheeks of Raziel's blue-tinted behind. A quick twist to the base caused the needle heads to withdraw. Raziel had earned a modicum of mercy by remaining as he had. However, not enough to avoid having another band of magic coil around the base of his flagging length. Kain began to tease the base of Raziel's cock where the pair were yet joined, knuckle moving up to trace along Kay's stretched open slit. The goblets hovered close enough for the pair to take.

"It's… mm…? Oh," Kay shivered a bit as Raziel began to sit up, bringing her attention back to the fact that they'd been rather in the middle of something. She shook her head and glanced at Kain. "Genetic Memory is... something that exists in the absence of experience. It's like... hm, it's like how you could take a bunch of goslings, raise them and teach them to fly away from all others of their kind, and have them take to the sky along the normal migratory paths their parents knew. So I think what just happened was the equivalent of a Soul Memory. Or, at least, it's the closest analogy I can think of."

Seeing the goblet hovering so close, Kay eagerly released her hold on Raziel's shoulders and took hold of the glass. She scented it briefly, smelling the alcohol within, and quickly began to down the drink much as Kain had his own.

She'd not pass up the offered liquid fortification, especially after that.

A strained hiss escaped Raziel as Kain withdrew the tool's sharp points from tender inner muscles. He shuddered as the dozens upon dozens of small wounds were allowed to heal over. A low, almost unheard growl escaped him as the band of power once more wrapped around his length to act as a magical cock-ring once more. Instead of voicing any complaint, he took one of the remaining goblets in hand, drinking from it at a more sedate pace before speaking.

"An odd occurrence to be sure," Raziel offered, hand still rubbing idle circles over the woman's back. "But what stopped her from simply leaving this 'soul' memory?"

"The sheer scope of the 'memory' would have been too much for a lesser, human, mind to have survived. It was akin to the finest of traps set by a skilled Mentalist, only seemingly natural in nature," Kain said in a bland tone, all earlier signs of his discomfort long since contained. Hidden. He leaned back enough to catch and drain his own goblet a second time before sending it back into the ether with a flick of his talons. "Enough. We have far more enjoyable topics to discuss."

With that, Kain eased the tapered length partially from Raziel's rear passage only to shove it back into place nary a second later. Magic coiled about the toy's base, the spell-work causing the implement to plunge in and out on its own. He straightened and moved forward so that his toned front was pressed firmly against the woman's backside. Kain settled his length along the cleft of her own pert and well-rounded ass. His left hand slid teasingly around her side, over her stomach, and then up to pinch and tease at her breast. He began to nip and bite at the smooth expanse of her throat.

A choked noise escaped Kay's throat as Kain pressed against her. She quickly swallowed the last bit of alcohol-laden blood left and carelessly tossed the goblet aside. Wiping at her lips, she frowned as her fingers brushed her own chin. The blood from earlier was a drying, sticky mess. Grumbling wordlessly, more at the thought of wasted blood than any sense of fastidiousness, she scrubbed her chin clean even as she relaxed against Kain.

Kay shuddered beneath those teasing hands. A low moan escaped her throat. She reached down between her legs to tease at Raziel's length, and her fingers paused when they encountered the band of magical energy. Humming softly, she ran her fingers around the pinched skin, teasingly trailing over one of the throbbing veins. She rose higher on her knees. While she couldn't reach back far enough to take hold of Raziel's balls, she could still tease the pads of her fingers over them.

"Are we finally going to simply unwind and fuck?" she asked in a far too innocent tone.

Pleasurable tremors ran through Raziel's hide as Kain manipulated the toy within him. A low groan escaped him as the toy began to move in and out of him despite Kain straightening and stepping closer to Kay. He could feel himself swelling back to full attention. His body was more than eager to return to their previous, amorous sport. Raziel moved his hand from Kay's back, a lingering caress that dragged his knuckles over both Kay's backside and Kain's abdomen. His hand fell to her hip as she rose up to tease his cock and sac with her fingers. A small bark of laughter escaped him nary a moment later at her words.

"And once more, we are back to you wishing to indulge in carnal activities," Raziel said, shaking his head. He finished his own goblet of bloodwine, setting the container aside before leaning back to brace one arm against the ruined mattress beneath him. "One would think that your mind is full of naught but lust and profane acts of depravement."

"Not my fault that vampires are wired to turn pain into pleasure as wounds heal," she snapped back with a semi playful huff.

Her knuckles moved together in a very, very careful pinching movement over his sac. Accident or punishment? She'd not say. Kay turned her head toward Kain, swaying her body sensually against the pair that she was trapped between. And she knew she was trapped. Any efforts to escape them now would have been easily stopped. Not that she'd try. Her mind felt raw after that… incident, and she… Well, to put it bluntly, she needed the warmth of another to help settle her nerves. And she'd admit that to herself if no one else. Sex would work quite well to distract her from any thoughts of that…

…that expansive, starry void.

"I've said it before, pup, healed skin is far more susceptible to pleasurable pursuits," Kain purred, teasing the tips of his talons over where he'd previously cut into her hips. His tongue passed over where he'd bitten down earlier. "Pain is ephemeral. And pleasure felt upon the cessation of such agony? Why, it is the sweetest of wines."

As she turned her head towards him, he caught her mouth in a biting kiss. His fangs sank into her lower lip harshly. Kain waited a moment, watching the wounds begin to heal, before licking up the blood. His lips crashed against her own a moment later in a heated kiss, tongue delving into Kay's mouth to force her to taste her own vitae. His hands passed firmly, on the edge of pain, over her sides. He began to grind against her, pausing briefly each time to allow the head of his cock to tease at her rear entrance, catching against it as if he meant to push in, only to let it slip and continue up between the cheeks of her ass.

Raziel bared his fangs briefly at the small pinch of fingers on his balls. Rather than object, he started to ease in and out of her slick heat. An opening that had been made easier to access with the change in position. He braced his taloned feet firmly against the stone ground and began to thrust harder. A slow, cruel, and yet demanding pace that would hit the deepest parts of her almost painfully, but with her new Vampiric healing abilities, the pain would fade, leaving that open little cunt all the more sensitive to his ministrations.

"Such a lovely creature," he murmured, moving his hand out of Kain's way as the Elder began to caress her hips. He let his hand fall to her thigh, rubbing firmly at the toned limb. "A pity that you can be so foolishly willful."

A strangled yelp escaped Kay's lips as her silver-haired bastard of a Sire bit into her lower lip. She ran her tongue over the abused flesh, licking up some of the blood. Her eyes flashed white briefly. She made to snap at him but fell silent. She shivered as his tongue followed the same path hers had taken over the rapidly healing skin. Her distraction meant she was caught unprepared for that deep, tongue-lashing kiss.

Kay stiffened and then relaxed into that kiss, pressing back with her own tongue in a rapidly losing battle. Ah, well. They weren't wrong, now were they? Neither of them had ever really been wrong about pain transmuting to pleasure when done in a controlled environment.

The pressure along her hips. The threatening press of Kain's cock at her ass. The sweetly-hurting thrusts of Raziel's length pistoning in and out of her wet hole. It was all so very, very enjoyable. She pulled back from Kain's mouth with a strangled gasp, hand shooting down to her mound to rub at her clit as she writhed in place.

"Fucking hells," she said, panting heavily. "Gods, but you two are evil…"

"More than you know," Kain chuckled darkly into her ear. His hooded eyes followed the path her hand had taken, and he smirked darkly. "Ah, my wayward little wolf pup. Do you think you're allowed such a treat just yet? Hm? After everything we've discussed this eve?"

His right hand darted from her hip and caught hold of her own mere moments after she began to touch herself. Forced her hand just out of reach of the prize that she sought. Kain reached out once more into his pocket dimension and pulled forth a bottle of slick oil. He glanced down to meet Raziel's gaze over her shoulder, issuing a silent order, before opening the vial and pouring some of the fluid down along the cleft of her ass. The rest was poured over his engorged length before he tossed the vial aside.

Raziel caught Kain's demanding gaze and almost let out a low bark of laughter. He grinned lasciviously and caught hold of the woman's other arm to prevent her from trying to continue to chase after her own release without their, with Kain's, permission. He kept moving at a slow, torturous pace, in and out of the sweet clasping heat of her body. His cock twitched eagerly within her, and a strained hiss escaped his throat. He wanted more. Wanted to spill within the impertinent, lovely little wench again and again.

"Glorious little thing," Raziel said, his voice a darksome growl of want. Of need. He pushed back up to nip at her chin. To distract her from Kain's movements. "You want this, don't you? Want to be split open upon our cocks. Made to howl mindlessly as you are finally allowed to reach that blissful peak. Kain gave you an apropos nickname, didn't he, pup? So like a bitch in heat."

"Don't talk to me like I'm a fucking dog begging for a snack, you-" Kay's voice broke off into an enraged howl as Kain grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her fingers away from her clit. She could have brought herself in moments, given how sensitive she was just then. But, to have been stopped-!

She began to reach down with her free hand, only to let out an enraged snarl as Raziel caught hold of her wrist. Again they moved to prevent her from seeking her pleasure. Kay's eyes flashed white in outrage but flickered back to normal a moment later. A shudder ran through her, pupils blowing wide. Her mouth opened up into a shocked 'O.'

How perplexing. That Raziel's words sent liquid heat pouring through her was... well. Usually, it was she who would utter such wonderfully depraved words to her lovers. To have such wonderfully foul taunts flung in her face in turn…

Her expression darkened, and her lips curled up into a fanged sneer. The sneer wavered slightly as cool oil dripped between her ass cheeks, true, but she powered through the sensation. She huffed before swiftly forcing herself up and off of Raziel's eager length.

"I don't need you to get off, Raziel," Kay said with a superior little sniff. "Unlike you, I know how to please a woman."

Kain let out a bark of laughter from behind the woman as she moved to deny his First the pleasure of her body. As she attacked Raziel's… capabilities. Amusing little thing. Especially when her actions gave him clearer access to his own goals. He released her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist and arm in a hold as firm and unyielding as any steel chain. He teased one sharp talon along the line of her throat before pulling her hair back to once more expose the shell of her ear. He nipped at it.

"Do you really, my wolf pup?" he purred against her ear. His tongue flicked out to tease up and down along the soft shell. "And how many times have you managed to bring a woman to completion, hm? Four times? Mayhaps six? And do not count yourself in that little statement, mine own. I will know if you lie."

He used the hold upon her waist to align himself with that rear-most passage and pressed gently. A promise and a threat all in the same breath.

A snarl escaped Raziel's throat as that cheeky little wench rose up higher on her knees and off of his length. A low growl filled the air at her words. To doubt his prowess? The woman's smart-ass little comment was not about to go unpunished. He made to sit up, made to grab hold of her and wrench her back down onto his cock… and paused at Kain's words. A smirk curled his lips upwards, baring his own fangs as he leaned back on his hand.

"I find myself curious as well," Raziel said, his voice a low rumble of sound. He knew well what Kain was planning, especially when he took in the wary look in her eyes. "Do you claim to be more skilled in the art of pleasure than those who are your Elders by thousands of years?"

Rather than squirm in his grasp, Kay went as still as she could. Her heart raced once more in her throat. The feel of Kain pressing so intently there was… damn it all. She swallowed roughly. She'd be able to heal much now that she'd been Turned, but she wasn't about to risk what he was clearly threatening her with. Very few would risk having a cock with such girth slam into their ass all in one go. Especially an unprepared one. Rallying her courage, she let her free hand moved to rest on Kain's arm where he held her. She glared haughtily first at Kain over her shoulder and then down at Raziel.

"Seventeen times over the course of around an hour and a half, if you two must play this game of 'who's better at making women orgasm,'" she said with another, slightly less biting, sneer. "And this was before I had access to stronger magic."

Kay let her hand trail along Kain's arm, his hand, before reaching down and back to tease her fingers along that large shaft. Where she could reach him, at least. The position was a little bit awkward, but she made do with what she could reach while being mindful of her claws.

Kain huffed softly in amusement against her neck. Confident little thing, and rightfully so. Her skills looked to be on par with his own when it came to pleasures of the flesh. He eased back a bit, relaxing the pressure against that tight opening. He rubbed against her to spread the oil further still before pushing forward once more. The size of his length alone would stretch her, eventually tear, but she would heal around him. True, he could have prepared her as much as possible. Yet, her body would recover from such efforts in short order. Of course, an Elder vampire would recover faster still. Regardless, her honest boasting had earned her a slower claiming. A mercy and a punishment all in one.

"Clever tongue and clever fingers, hm?" Kain purred into her ear.

He mouthed at her throat for a moment before biting down. Hard. He supped from her for but a moment, savoring the sweet lightning-charged flavor of her blood. He then rocked forward slowly and firmly so that the head of his cock gradually pierced that tight rear passage.

"I wonder if I should introduce a device called a Sybian to you," Kay said with a strained laugh. Her laughter broke off into a strained hiss at the pressure on her ass. Oh, hells, why did he have to be so thick? "Fuck. That's not going to fi-ngh! Fuck!"

Mouth warm on her skin one moment and then fangs in her throat the next. Blood summoned from vein and capillary alike. It was yet one more of those achingly enjoyable sensations that set Kay's body to trembling with eager need. Muscles spasmed, and her fingers curled around that thick shaft as if to hold him back. But it wouldn't, couldn't, stop him. A low, growling moan escaped her throat as the broad head of his length pushed into her. The sharp sting of too quickly stretched muscles burned. That moan twisted into a pained howl as muscle tore and healed.

Raziel moved his hand to her heated core and began to rub a roughened palm against the front of her mound. A rocking, circular movement to catch and tease at her clit. He leaned forward, mouthing at the other side of her throat, fangs lightly cutting into the skin enough for him to taste her as well. He found himself luxuriating in the feel of the vibrations as she cried out. As she howled. By the Dark Gods, but he longed to be buried in that wet heat whilst Kain claimed her. How tight she would be. Yet, it would be easier for her to take Kain's considerable length without his own cock acting as an impediment.

"Easy," he cooed softly, lifting his mouth from her throat to kiss her ear. His talons shifted back to tease over the opening that Kain was stretching, gentle little pin-pricks of sensation. "You can take this. You can endure this until all settles into pleasure. Breathe, pup."

A pleased groan escaped Kain's throat as he pressed deeper still into the sweet-tight passage. He cupped Kay's breast, teasing, pinching, and pulling at one pert nipple. A hum of approval escaped him as Raziel began to caress and tease his wayward pup's flesh. The more she relaxed, the easier it would be for him to claim the deepest parts of her ass. Something he'd not yet indulged in. Rocking back, pulling almost entirely out of her, he reached down and slicked more oil around the base of his cock-head, talons teasing over her fingers where she grasped him so desperately. Then, pushing forward once more, he reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her into another impassioned kiss.

"That's it, little wolf," he growled against her lips, pulling back only for a moment. "Take in all of me."

"Easy… fuck… easy for you to sa-ay!" Kay's voice broke off with a hitched whine.

Her body bucked and writhed reflexively, trying to dislodge him, but that firm hold around her waist kept her pinned. The feel of Raziel's hand rubbing against her mound, talons teasing at sensitive areas, helped to a certain degree. But it could only do so much to counter the feeling of being speared by Kain's sizeable length. Even him pulling out hurt, though she very much approved of the additional lubricant. The heated kiss muffled her howl of pleasured pain as he pushed forward once more. Kay shuddered and released her hold on his cock to grab at his hair, returning that kiss harshly, nipping at his tongue. His lips. Thrusting her own tongue into his mouth in turn in a desperate bid to be in control of something.

Oh, gods. Oh, fuck me! Fuck! she thought wildly as her body was forced to stretch to make room for the Elder Vampire.

~That is the goal, whelp,~ Raziel purred into her mind. Her thoughts again projecting once more over the Whisper, like any new fledgling.

He leaned forward and took one of her breasts into his mouth. His fangs teased over the delicate skin, scratching and drawing faint amounts of blood. A low groan escaped his throat at the taste. Delectable. His palm moved a little faster, a little firmer against her clit. Talon-tips teased back along her labia. Not cutting. But the danger was there as the sharp edges danced a tantalizing line over the delicate skin.

~It feels good, doesn't it whelp?~ he growled into her mind, mouthing and sucking at one pert nipple. ~How he stretches you. Fills you to bursting. Plunging in and slowly claiming the very depths of your body. Sing for us, little Kayne. Let us hear your need.~

A pleased growl escaped Kain as he forged deeper and deeper still into that tight passage. One slow inch at a time to give Kay time to adjust. The clenching heat was divine. A low, kiss-muffled laugh escaped him as she released him only to grasp at him so desperately. The biting little nips. The unbridled passion. Beautiful. His fangs cut into her lower lip. Teased over her tongue as she fought him. He caught the nimble organ and suckled upon it briefly before sinking fang in to draw yet more blood, holding it trapped. A minor correction for daring to attempt to dominate their kiss.

~That's it, my wild little wolf pup,~ his voice was a deeper rumble in her mind. His arm tightened around her waist as he pushed forward, intending to hilt himself in that tight little ass. ~Open for me.~

Kay whimpered against his mouth, unable to free her tongue without tearing her flesh open on his fangs. Her eyes fluttered shut, body bucking and twisting about. Close… so close. A strained, choked noise escaped her as he pushed that thick rod deeper before finally, finally bottoming out within her and coming to a stop. The feel of him penetrating her, jerking within her, her body healing around him… by the Balance Eternal.

Her hand wrenched at Kain's hair as pleasure finally began to outweigh the pain. Raziel's mouth at her breast. His palm rubbing circles against her clit. Inner muscles tensed, clenched tight, as the orgasm hit her. She tried to pull back from that bloodied kiss, a deep, howling yell escaping her.

Kain allowed her to pull back, watching with hooded eyes as she screamed. A tremor ran through him as inner walls contracted about him. That sweet, tight heat was absolutely sublime. His gaze met Raziel's briefly. He moved his hand from her hair to hold onto the front of her neck, shifting her up as he straightened, leaning back to angle her body and give the other male easier access to her wet cunt.

"Good girl," Kain rumbled into her ear. He rocked out of her momentarily before plunging back in with a shallow thrust of his hips. "So very good, pup. But we are not done yet, oh no. Raziel has been left wanting for long enough, don't you think?"

"Mmm… nngh," Kay shook her head to clear it, panting heavily as she came down from that brief, wonderful high.

It took a moment for Kain's words to register. When they did, she had to bite back a small noise of fear. Of eagerness. She twisted weakly as Kain hefted her up, hand tightening in Kain's hair. Uneasiness filled her. Raziel might not be as… prominently endowed as Kain, but he was well built enough to cause her some concern. To take them both as once would push her beyond her limits.

And she was already on that edge.

A low growl escaped Raziel's chest as he sat up. Shifting his legs from beneath the woman's spread limbs took but a moment. Moving to his knees, he slid his hands up along her inner thighs, forcing her to spread further for him. From this angle, he could just see the base of Kain's length where he had speared her. Delightful. He ran a knuckle along her slit and chuckled at how wonderfully soaked she was.

"Eager, aren't you?" Raziel said, easing forward so that they were chest to chest. He cupped her cheek with one hand, pulling her into a slow, sensual kiss even as he took himself in hand to tease the tip of his length against her soaked entrance. He pulled back enough to murmur against her lips as he slowly pushed into that slick, wonderous heat of her cunt all the way to the hilt. No pausing. No hesitation. Nothing but a complete and total claiming of her body. "Sweet little thing… open for me as you did for Kain. That's it."

The Elder vampire's breath hitched in his throat. Kain's eyes slowly hooded shut. He savored the sensation of his First sliding into the woman. The way her inner walls clenched and spasmed so gloriously around them both. Enjoyed the feel of Raziel's length pressing against his own through that thin barrier of heated flesh. How Raziel's girth forced her to tighten further still around his own length, buried in her ass. He mouthed at her throat, growing low. It had been some time since they had shared a female in such a manner.

At least, from his perspective.

"Don't hold back, pup," he growled against her skin, easing out of her only to thrust firmly back inside, beginning to set a slow and yet brutal pace. "I want to hear your every whimper. Your every moan. Your every scream."

Another strained, breathless snarl escaped Kay's throat as they… encouraged her. In their own, perverse way. She squirmed about, managing to free her trapped arm only to grab hold of Kain's arm, claws digging in as she desperately fought for control. Hitched, panting groans escaped her as her body quickly adjusted to them both far faster than she might have had she still been Human. Kay's lower body jerked as another orgasm hit her. Raziel's cock had knocked against her cervix, bottoming out within her. She writhed, trapped between the pleasure and pain of being filled so… so completely. Taken so utterly.

"Mmm… ngh. That's…" Kay said, letting out a shaky breath before laughing weakly. "Foul-mouthed bastards, the both of you… ngh."

She let go of Kain's arm and caught a handful of Raziel's hair in her hand. She pulled his mouth back to her own, keeping the kiss… oddly gentle. Instead of biting and fighting for dominance, the kiss was sensual to heighten things for them both.

Raziel groaned low in his throat as he returned that kiss. His cock twitched eagerly inside of her. By the dark gods… but he was close. Only the magical ring around the base of his length prevented him from spilling within her like some novice. But then again, he'd been held on the edge for some time now. It wouldn't take much for him to reach completion once the band was removed. He briefly carded his talons through her hair before reaching down, spreading her legs further and hefting her up just a little higher. He began thrusting in and out of that wet cunt, firm and smooth thrusts that would glide over the deepest, sweetest parts of her.

"Again, little bitch," he growled against her mouth, deepening the kiss and ignoring her insult. He knew from time spent with Dante that such epithets from their world could be used as terms of endearment. Odd, but tolerable given the circumstances. He let go of one leg to rub a knuckle against her clit. "Howl for us again and again until your voice breaks…"

Kain, in contrast, growled in annoyance and bit harshly into Kay's throat. A quick, punishing strike that tore skin. A warning.

"Mind your manners, wretch," he snarled against her ear, blood-stained lips leaving a trail against her pale skin. "Else, I decide to deny you any further pleasure whilst we take your body as we please."

To accentuate the threat, he began to plunge harshly in and out of that tight, oil-slicked passage. His mouth closed about the wound he'd opened in Kay's neck, tongue laving over it. Catching harshly against it to keep it open as long as possible. As much as he wanted to finish himself, he had patience and centuries of practice.

"Now, pup, apologize," he growled against her throat as he slowed his movements. He would drag this out as long as he needed to. If only to make a point that she belonged to him. That she was to respect him.

"Mmm… nnn… nnngh!" Kay's body jolted with each thrust of Raziel's cock. The glide of his length right over her G-spot. The feel of his knuckle against her clit. Rough. Good. So very good…

Until it wasn't.

Kay let out a startled cry of pain as Kain's fangs tore into her flesh in a punishing bite. The agony wrenched her back from the edge of release. An even higher-pitched whine escaped her as he began to plow in and out of her ass without mercy. Her Sire's anger danced over her skin, and for a moment, she felt lost. Confused. Instinct demanded a response, but... Manners? What in the world did he mean by-oh.

"N… n… " Kay winced as his tongue delved into the open wound. Whimpered from the pain. "Not… i-intended… as an in-sult!"

"I care not what was intended, whelp," Kain growled in response. He pulled almost completely from her, then waited a moment till he had her full attention before plunging back in. He repeated the movement a second time. "Only what the result was. You offered me insult, pup… now, what say you?"

"Fuck!" Kay swore, gritting her teeth and blinking back tears at that harsh thrust. Her hands released their hair and scrambled briefly at Kain's arm around her waist, trying to pull up. Pull off. Nothing worked. "Shit! Alright! Alright! Sorry I called you a bastard! Fuck. Word's more casually-fuck! Used back ho-home!"

Raziel remained silent throughout the conversation, lips twitching faintly. He ducked his head to lick and nip his way down to one breast. He teased his fangs over the nipple before catching it firmly. Not piercing, not yet. Instead, he kept his current pace, thoroughly enjoying the way her heat grasped him. The way Kain's own cock slammed into her body.

~Kain…~ Raziel Whispered to the Elder, almost unthinkingly. An entreaty. A bitten-off plea.

A satisfied hum escaped Kain's throat. He ran his tongue over the wound once more before pulling back. Allowing it to heal. Not the best apology, but the woman's mannerisms had been shaped by her world. In a relaxed setting, her tongue would likely slip to what was considered 'common speech' no matter how well-versed she was. An issue that would be rectified in time.

Kain's eyes drifted down over the woman's shoulder to Raziel's bent head. A low huff of amusement escaped him as he began to resume a firm, if somewhat brutal, pace in and out of his newest fledglings tight ass.

~Soon, my Raziel,~ Kain responded, letting his mind brush against Raziel's in a sensual caress. ~Soon.~

He reached down past the front of Kay's body, brushing his talons over Raziel's, where the other male was teasing the woman. He reached further still, a dangerous brush of talons against the hardened flesh. Those sharp talons curved around and back to cup at Raziel's swollen sack, gently tugging him forward. A guiding movement to encourage him to thrust faster.

A low, growling moan escaped Raziel at that mental touch. The physical one made him shiver in anticipation. His mouth closed firmly over the areola of the breast he was mouthing, sucking firmly upon it as he began to speed up as directed. The wet, slick sound of their bodies meeting. The feel of such soft flesh beneath his hands. Glorious. He abandoned her clit, moving to grab firmly onto Kay's hips, and began to thrust harder and harder still into that hot, wet cunt.

"Listen. Can you hear how wet you are?" Raziel growled, lifting his head and pressing his mouth against her own in a brief, biting kiss. "Even after that reprimand, you are eager for us."

Tears pricked at Kay's eyes. Low grunts escaped her throat at each hard thrust into her body. The noises were a mixture between agony and desire. She writhed helplessly between the pair. Unable to escape. Unable to do much more than take it. Her hands scrambled for purchase over both of their forms, fingers eventually tangling in their hair once more and gripping tight in desperation. She arched with a wail, legs tightening around Razie's waist. Once more, she found herself close to the edge of release despite the near-agony of having the two Elders pounding in and out of her, stretching both of her holes.

"K-kain! Razi-ngh!" she said, voice breaking off into a howl. Her thoughts were a babbling mess. ~Kain! This… too much! Can't… oh gods! Tearing me apart...!~

"Ah, my luscious, wild little wolf," Kain all but crooned in her ear. "You can take all this and more, my Kayne. And you will."

His thrusting pace did not abate. Though his arm moved from Kay's waist, hand sliding down to cup her heated mound. Power crackled over his fingers. Danced over her skin in pleasurable waves of electric energy. The magic teased over her needy body, holding her on the cusp of orgasmic bliss. Torture in and of itself, to be denied so. His other arm rose, wrist pushing against her mouth. Not to muffle those glorious cries, but a quiet offering of his blood…

Kay let out a whimpering keen at the feel of his magic dancing over her skin. Such a familiar sensation now, even though it had only been months under his 'tutelage.' Her muscles spasmed, clenched tight. Of all the tortures to endure, this was one of the best. One of the worst. To be right on that edge but be unable to… to fall into the pleasure? She writhed between them, sensual yet wild movements born out of desperation.

"Need to… please…" her low moans filled the air like a song. "By the… Kain. Please. Don't… don't… I need to… need you… mmph?"

Her eyes fluttered open, confusion filling her for but a moment at the pressure on her mouth before she realized what was being offered to her. The healing she'd gone through, was going through, took energy. Took blood. The fact that Kain had fed from her, even briefly, meant that her energy stores were running low. Hunger tore through her, and she bit deep into his arm. Another deep-throated moan escaped her. Gods, but his blood was exquisite… she twisted between them with a muffled growl.

Raziel growled low in his throat. The way she arched for them. Howled for them. If he could but remove the binding… but no. As distracted as Kain might seem to be, he knew that the silver-haired vampire was paying attention. His hands tightened about her hips, his own legs shifting, instinctively spreading so that the toy in his ass could hit sensitive flesh more readily. He pulled his head away from her throat even as Kain moved to offer the whelp his blood…

And then let out a strangled cry of his own at the way her body seized. The band around his length held his orgasm back. He shifted his hands from her hips, arms wrapping tightly around her waist so as not to cause her undue harm. Burying his face between her breasts, he growled and panted for breath. For control. His wings trembled, spreading open as if to take flight or cover his prey...

~Kain!~ once more, he called for his, their, Sire in entreaty.

"Tsaa… that's it. Both of you… so beautiful," Kain purred, lips brushing against Kay's flushed cheek, hand curling around her jaw as she fed so readily from his wrist. "You know who your Master is, though you deny it so often. You fight and rail against the truth. My stubborn wolf pup. My angel of death. Scream for me."

Telekinetic energy brushed over Raziel's spine. Teased along the line of those lovely wings. Divine. The toy in the dark-haired male's ass began to move at a faster pace, angling to hit against his prostate with every stroke. His momentum in and out of Kay's clenching hole spead up as well, as Kain began to chase after his own release. He held them like that, trapped between the agony of denial and the bliss of climax for minutes. Minutes that may have well as been hours.

Finally, he severed the magic binding Raziel's darkened, weeping cock. But he did not yet allow the woman her own pleasure. A little longer… he looked down at Raziel, a cold yet hungry smirk upon his lips.

Oh, but Raziel was eager indeed to obey Kain's order. Especially when the band fell away, freeing his length. One arm stayed around Kay's waist as he began to pound desperately in and out of her. The wet slaps of flesh hitting flesh was a profane symphony for the ears. His other hand reached out and caught hold of Kain's hip, holding tight. An acknowledgment. A desperate need to touch the Master of his soul. His body. His mind. A roar bellowed forth from his chest as he slammed home, once, twice, and his cock jerked heavily, seed spilling into that waiting, eager cunt.

But he didn't stop moving. A single glance up was enough to know what Kain wanted. What that smirk meant. What he intended. Raziel kissed a line up her chest, over Kain's hand, nipping and sucking at one thick talon until his lips brushed her ear.

"Beg for us," Raziel said, his voice heavy with lust. A low grunt escaped him as he continued to pound into her. "Beautiful little thing. You need this. Need to be conquered. To be claimed. So beg… beg for our Master. Our Sire. And perhaps he will be merciful and grant you the release you seek."

Kay's eyes bled white as her Sire's blood coursed through her. She was a being of pure sensation, her nerves raw and tingling. Every wild, pounding movement in and out of her body made her tremble with need. With want. The magic dancing over her skin only heightened that desire to greater heights. The only thing missing now was that damned rune that Kain had used when he Turned her. An exquisite hell. A devious heaven. Her hands rose on their own to grasp at Kain's arm as she fed. Needle sharp claws just barely cut into the armored hide. Muffled grunts escaped her, and her eyes clenched tight as Raziel's pace picked up. Once more, she choked on precious blood as that pace turned brutal. As his length swelled… as warm seed flooded her passage.

She needed…

She…

~Kain… oh gods… please…~ her Whispered sending was a desperate, high whine as Raziel murmured into her ear. ~I need it… I need to… Sire, please!~

Kain let out a low, growling sigh, the breath tickling over her throat. Even as Raziel's pace remained sharp and fast, he slowed his own thrusts. Hips rolling forward and back at a more sedate pace. Tongue trailing over her skin, he kissed her ear. The line of her jaw. Her throat.

"Ah… such sweet music to my ear, mine own…" he purred against her skin. "But not quite the entreaty I wish to hear."

He stilled within her abruptly, partially drawn from the tight heat of her ass. Another sigh ghosted over her skin to raise goosebumps. Another flick of his tongue over her neck to tease her skin. The magic built in his hand but no longer danced over her mound.

Everything lay balanced on the head of a pin…

~You know what to say, little Kayne,~ he Whispered into her mind.

Kay tried to rock backward. Tried to drive Kain's length back into her ass. But, oddly enough, Raziel's unchanging pace kept her from riding that thick cock the way she wanted. The way that she needed. Every breath ended in a high-pitched whine. She pulled back from Kain's wrist, hands still holding tight to his arm as she rested her forehead against the healing wound. The part of her that would deny someone out of sheer spite was…

Was silent. It had been brow-beaten with pleasure and agony into absolute silence. Kay licked her lips, shuddering as the electric-fire of his blood sparked over her tongue.

"Kain… Raziel… gods… you…" again she tried to impale herself further on the larger male at her back. Again she was thwarted by Raziel's movements. Words failed her. Her voice failed her. Nothing but pleading noises escaped her throat.

And through the Whisper? Through that tethering bond between Sire and Childe?

~Please. Please. Sire. I need. I… please,~ was the mindless sending. ~Fill me, please! Master! Please! Oh, Gods…!~

"There it is," Kain growled, satisfaction shuddering through him from head to toe. It always took time to break the stubborn chit down, but when she finally broke, finally called him by the title he deserved…

Ah… it was the sweetest ecstasy.

He rammed forward, back into the depths of her body. His pace quickened to match Raziel's. Magic once more danced over the woman's, his wild pup's, mound. He pulled his arm free from her grasp, catching a fistful of Raziel's hair in his hand. He wrenched the other male's head up and forced his mouth against the dark-haired male's lips in a crushing kiss.

He knew the other male would be close again to release… especially after having been bound for so long.

And he was. By the Dark Gods, but Kain knew how to push every one of Raziel's buttons. Knew how to play him like the finest lute. He met that harsh kiss with a wild snarl of sound. His arm tightened around Kay's waist, talons digging into her hip as he took her. Used her. Plowed into her body with abandon. A deep growl of pained rapture escaped him as he abruptly stilled, cock-head slamming harshly against the woman's cervix as he hit his peak.

He wasn't quite long enough to have forced himself inside the way Kain might have. Could not quite spill his seed directly into her womb. But damned if he hadn't tried with that last thrust...

Kain swallowed up his First's growls, tongue delving into the other male's mouth despite or perhaps because of the danger those sharp fangs presented. He dominated Raziel's mouth in the same way he dominated Kay's ruined hole… completely. He owned them. Commanded them…

And only by his will would they find true bliss.

"Now, my wild little wolf," Kain snarled as he pulled back from the harsh kiss. Magic crackled over her skin, a burst of painful energy quickly followed up by agonizing levels of pleasure. "Come as I fill you to bursting. As I break you open so completely that you will never again doubt whom you belong to. Howl for me, little wolf!"

And howl she did.

Her body bucked like a wild thing as his magic seared through her core. Her hands scrambled over their skin, sharp little claws cutting quick-to-heal wounds into their arms, shoulders, and chests. Eventually, unable to do more than ride out the pain, the pleasure, she reached back to grasp at Kain's silvery hair with both hands. Inner walls clenched tightly around both male's, twitching uncontrollably.

The consistent thrusts and pulses of magic meant that the singular orgasm dragged out for seconds. Longer perhaps. Another rough-sounding howl filled the air.

~Please. Please. Oh, gods! Please! Master, Master, please!~ Kay's sending had devolved into a mindless, begging loop. She knew not if she was begging him to stop…

Or to continue.

Kain breathed heavily against her skin. Another frisson of pleasure ran through his entire being. His cock swelled further with the impending orgasm, and this time he did nothing to stave it off. The way Raziel's cock twitched and jerked within her as he spilled his seed. The way she bore down on them, newly-strengthened muscles creating a warm, pulsating heaven around his length. No. It was time to reward his impertinent little wolf.

Kain's hand fell from Raziel's hair to close about the woman's throat, forcing her head back harshly so that he could sink fang into the soft flesh as he came with a bellowing roar that all but shook the foundations. He rocked in and out of her with harsh, shallow thrusts as his own seed filled her ass. One last charge of power was sent through her body as he lay his knuckle directly against her clit.

Kay's howling scream died halfway through, her teeth snapping together hard enough to nearly crack a fang. She arched once more with the pleasured-pain of it all, body wound as tight as a bowstring, before suddenly going limp, hands falling from Kain's hair. It wasn't quite unconsciousness that claimed her then. She was still awake. Still aware of their movements. Of Kain feeding at her neck. But the lassitude that hit her just then was close enough to that mindless darkness.

"Nnnggh…" a low moan escaped her scream-torn throat, her head mindlessly canting to the side to give Kain better access. Everything felt raw and quiet and... good.

A low, thrumming purr spilled from Raziel's lips as he leaned back to take in the sight before him. He reached up, collecting blood from one of the thin trails upon his skin where the woman's claws had caught his skin, and then placed the knuckle against her lips. A chuckle escaped him when she lapped at the blood, eyes hooded. His free hand trailed gently over her breasts, her toned stomach, and then down to rest upon Kain's wrist. Just to feel him.

"We've rendered her quite insensate. Enchanting little creature," Raziel said with a low chuckle. He leaned forward to press his mouth against Kain's shoulder, kissing his way up to the other male's throat. Not in threat, but in supplication. "Should we leave her to recover whilst we deal with my erstwhile progeny?"

"Hn," Kain pulled back from Kay's neck, having not taken more than a few mouthfuls. The woman yet needed the blood to recover from her earlier ordeal, let alone their rough coupling. "I do believe you are right, mine own. And yes. It is best to head off any further acts of impudence now. Make sure to introduce the whelp to the others as you bring them through. We do not need a repeat of today's earlier events."

Kain eased from the woman's rear passage and pulled her up and away from Raziel's own length. He glanced down at the bed briefly before letting out a disgruntled huff. The wreckage was barely holding together as it was. He leaned forward to place a brief but firm kiss against Raziel's lips. He pulled back and flicked one taloned hand, his clothing and armor shooting into a briefly opened portal.

"Meet me in the dungeons, my Raziel, and we can discuss your Children's fate for daring to accost your Sister," he growled before abruptly teleporting away to his own rooms, the woman in hand. Best that she be placed where he could ensure her safety while in such a state.

Raziel let out a low groan of disappointment as the woman's heat was drawn away from his form. A small snort of amusement escaped him as Kain gathered his things and disappeared with Kay so abruptly. He took in a deep breath, savoring the lingering scent of their coupling, before standing to find his own clothes.

A Lord's duty was never done, after all. He knew that well enough. As he stood, he stretched his arms and wings outward with a pleased groan. That had gone better than it had any right to. Kain's anger was usually not so quick to cool but cool it had. Raziel supposed he could thank the odd incident, the 'Soul-memory,' for the change in his Sire's temperament. It had saved both himself and Kay a bit more pain that evening. He huffed in amusement as he got dressed and armored. The one vambrace that the woman had ruined would take time to repair. Kain expected to meet in the dungeons, but he had no doubts that he might be waiting for some time. Long enough to repair the armor?

He set the wrist armor aside and left his room, heading for the dungeons. Best not to tempt fate.

Kain did indeed take his time setting the woman into his bed. Once she was cleaned of blood and the detritus of her earlier scuffle, he covered her with the furs and drew the bed curtains around her to leave her in comfortable darkness. He then cleaned himself up, moving to a new attachment to his rooms that housed a massive tub, and enjoyed the novelty of using water once more to bathe rather than a mixture of oils. The woman had been correct regarding Raziel's purification of his form and to be without that long-standing weakness was... gratifying to one as old as he.

Once he was done indulging himself in the feeling of a hot bath, and indulge he did, as those foolish whelps would stew in their despair the longer he took, he moved to dry himself with a heavy, plush towel. He let the towel fall to the side once done and stepped into the main part of the bedroom, walking to a simple yet elegant long mirror. A drying spell took care of any lingering droplets of water and left his hair laying smooth against his back.

Kay came back fully back to herself just as he was exiting his new bathing chambers. She lazily reached out to pull the thick curtain aside enough to peek out and see what he was doing. Kay had to contain a reflexive urge to purr at the sight of the larger male naked and wet as he walked to the mirror. Rather than stand and move over to him, to touch him the way her instincts desired, she remained still and simply watched him. It was almost disappointing seeing the drops of water disappear and his hair fluff back to its normal volume.

Kain's eyes easily picked up the faint glow of golden-brown eyes peeking from behind the curtain at him in the mirror's reflection. He almost chuckled as he opened up a dimensional portal, pulling out fresh leathers and armor. It was tempting to tease the whelp out of hiding, to lure her close by making a show of getting dressed, only to pounce on her and... no. Perhaps later. Raziel's foolish and impudent whelps needed to be dealt with. Instead, as he fastened his greaves into place, he tilted his head toward the bed.

"Enjoying the view, pup?" he asked, his tone full of dry amusement.

"Until you started getting dressed, yes," she admitted. As much as she might not like the male, Kay still enjoyed the sight of him. And what did that mean about one's self when they did not like their Soul Mirror? Their living reflection. She shook her head. She'd leave that kind of discussion to the philosophers... "You'll be dealing with the Razielim, I imagine? Do you need me to be present for the... conversation?"

"Ha!" Kain let out a sharp bark of laughter and stood, moving over to her side. He pulled the curtains aside to look over her pale-flushed skin. He then reached out and cupped her chin in his hand. "Eager to take your pound of flesh from their hides, my wolf pup?"

"Yes and no," Kay said, leaning into his touch with a sigh. She was still in that odd head-space where she felt… content... around him. "More that… Raziel will not do well if he has to lose any more of his Clan. Especially to their own stupidity."

"You would offer them clemency for their actions against you?" Kain asked, voice turning cold. He leaned over her, looming, and brushed his lips against her own. His fangs teased dangerously over her lower lip. "I will not allow even my beloved First's remaining Clan to bring you harm, pup. You are mine."

"Not necessarily clemency," she countered quickly, going still for a moment as his fangs brushed against her mouth. But, much as she might hate being weaker than him, Kay knew that she had to speak carefully. Her mas-Kain's temper was balanced on the edge of a knife. "Just that you do not immediately choose the death sentence for them. I know you've killed for less offensive reasons before, but…"

"Hn, true enough," Kain withdrew an inch, looking over the woman's expression. The wary line of her body. Keeping hold of her chin, he reached out and trailed his hand down the front of her body. Over her breasts, stomach... and coming to a stop as he cupped her mound in his hand. Sharp talons teased over those sensitive folds. "I will deal with them as I please, pup."

"I..." she swallowed roughly, shivering as his hand passed over the front of her. Arched hesitantly into the touch. Part of her worried that he was still upset with her specifically. The rest of her was still attuned to those fledgling instincts. The desire to yield. To comply. "As you say."

"Good girl," Kain said, a rumbling purr in his throat. He leaned forward, hand on her chin moving to her throat as he pressed her back against the bed until she was laying down once more with his body looming over her. Against her. His other hand continued to press and rub against her mound, palm shifting to catch and rub lightly at her clit. A gentler current of magic pulsed against her skin to push her over the edge slowly. Sensually.

"I'm... not..." Kay groaned as he pushed her back. As he pressed against her. Her hands rose to push against him, to push him away. Or perhaps to pull him closer. She wasn't quite sure which she wanted, just that the feel of him teasing her body once more was almost too much. A shudder ran through her from head to toe as the less intense orgasm hit her. A low whine filling the air as she arched beneath him. Her eyelids fluttered weakly. "Haaaaa..."

"Shhh," Kain murmured against her skin, fangs nipping at her throat. Not enough to draw blood. Not now when he had pressing duties to attend. Once those duties were done, however. He let out a pleased hum and leaned back, pulling away from her completely. Having the woman's needy scent covering his body afresh would cement in those fools' minds that she was his and not to be trifled with. "Rest, my wild little wolf pup. We will discuss the outcome of the Razielim's fate later..."

"Hm... fine," Kay responded with a small yawn, lazily writhing against the bed and tangling herself, all but cocooning herself, in the plush furs. While she did not voice her thoughts further, she did hope that the old vampire would come up with a punishment that wouldn't involve death or permanent maiming, for Raziel's sake.

Kain watched the woman writhe about for a moment before once more pulling the curtains closed and starting for the door. A quick spell later sealed both the heavy windows and the doors with magic. No one but he would be approaching the woman any time soon. Nor would she be leaving. He idly adjusted one vambrace before turning to head toward the dungeons. A cold smile slowly curled his lips upwards into a deadly sneer.

A Lord's duty was indeed never done...