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

11. Vorador

Bit of a long one with Vorador written at the request of a friend. I hope you all enjoy :D

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Kay had finally managed to slip away weeks later under the pretense of having 'important duties' to attend to. More accurately, she was fighting one of the worst migraines of her life and had used her duties as an excuse to find someplace familiar and safe and away from Kain, to relax. Thankfully, her dear 'Sire' was still busy dealing with the fallout of the Razielim's attack on her person and the subsequent damage control. Read; kicking ass and putting the 'fear of God' into the rest of the Razielim arriving on Haven to ensure that no one else dared to attack her person. Kay's presence wasn't needed for the moment and, since she did have a houseguest to watch out for, she was allowed to leave.

That she was taking a detour first before going home was left very firmly unsaid.

She opened the door to her bar and slipped inside the near-empty building with a heavy sigh. The tinkling noise of the small bell made her wince, and she hissed reflexively up at the offending object. Ugh, what had she been thinking when she'd installed that damned thing? Oh… right. Human-weak hearing and the need to keep an ear out when she was in the back...

Kay sighed and moved over to and behind the bar, nodding distractedly at the Placeholder current handling it, before pouring herself a generous shot of Everclear and downing it in one go. She grimaced as a small shudder ran through her form. Next to no flavor, but she wasn't drinking it because it tasted good. Probably not the best idea to be drinking right now regardless, but damned if the past few months hadn't been one hell of a trial on her psyche.

Having to sort through the new instincts that came with being Turned into a Vampire was a bit of a chore. The Hunger was easy enough to deal with. The same was true with the desire to hunt. To capture and kill and feed. The change had also amplified the desire to get stronger. Faster. At least the sense of 'pack' or 'clan' was simple enough to adjust to now that she knew what to look for.

No. What truly upset her was something that had plagued her from the very beginning. Before that even, as she had struggled as a Human to accept the idea that she would 'belong' to another person. She'd fought for years to be independent. To be powerful in her own right. To have her merits and skills be acknowledged. To be feared and respected. Every second that she spent in Kain's presence, however, was a second where her pride took a massive hit to the metaphorical nads.

"Gods damned bastard," Kay hissed as she poured and downed another shot of alcohol. "Would it kill him to let someone else be in control for even a second?"

"If you are talking about your newly appointed Sire, then the answer is a resounding 'yes,'" answered a cultured and familiar voice from the nearby shadows.

Vorador was relaxing in his usual booth, idly drinking from a goblet filled with bloodwine. He'd watched the newly Turned woman enter the bar and immediately go for a drink, amusement making his eyes glint in the darkened room. He wasn't surprised in the slightest to hear her voice a complaint that was likely targeted at Kain. It was always possible that she meant Raziel, of course, yet that was highly unlikely. Her older Sibling actually had some sense in that thick skull of his.

"By the-!" Kay bit off the startled exclamation and glanced over at the older Vampire. She met his gaze for a long moment, unsure of what to say. The bar was open. Had been open for at least an hour before her arrival. She grabbed a whiskey glass and poured herself another drink before wandering over to the Elder's table, bottle in hand. "Didn't realize you were there. You usually don't show up until later in the evening if you're going to stop by at all. Anything happen that I need to know about? And yes, I was referring to Kain."

"Nothing particularly of note, no," Vorador said with a dry chuckle. He nodded to the booth seat across from him. Some company for the evening would be nice. Even if she was likely to deny his pursuits again. "About the only thing that has happened is that Bayonetta has apparently completed whatever tasks she was meant to whilst here in Haven, so she will no longer be joining us for our rousing discussions."

"Ah?" Kay blinked in surprise as she slid into the offered seat, setting the bottle on the table. She sipped at her drink, wincing slightly at the painfully good burn. "Good for her. A pity, too, though. She was always up for a good round of banter. Or a spar."

"Or a fuck," Vorador said with a pointed, lecherous grin as he held up his goblet. "Don't think I was unaware of the true reasons behind your occasional 'trips to the powder room,' young whelp. You were fooling no one."

"Hey now, I never specifically said what we were going to do when disappearing like that," Kay responded with a half-hearted grin. She leaned back in her seat, resting her arm on the back of the booth. "And it's not like either of us cared if anyone knew what we were up to."

"Fair enough!" Vorador said with a bark of laughter. He took another sip of his own drink, relaxing further into the plush cushions of the booth. He'd always approved of the woman's choice of decor for her little bar. It pleased his indulgent heart to the core. Though it could do with a little more color… "How are you adjusting to your new state of being? I've noticed you are more level-headed and in control compared to others your age."

"Eh…" she waggled her hand back and forth briefly before letting it fall back against the booth. Kay wasn't opposed to talking to Vorador about things. When he started pushing for more amorous activities was when she usually got upset. So like Victoria, her old friend. Enemy. Frienemy? Whatever. It was a strange kind of comfort, whatever their relationship was. She blinked and shook her head before downing the contents of her glass. "Impulse control is a little shot on occasion. Temper is a bit harder to reign in. Wanted to tear out someone's throat earlier just because they held my gaze for too long… random shit like that."

"Not surprising," he reached over and picked up her bottle, holding it out to her in a silent offer to refill her drink. Vorador knew that she was not a heavy drinker, but he also knew how trying it could be to get used to new senses. New emotions. Janos had done his best for Vorador and his other progeny, but his own Sire was a kind-hearted male who had been out of his depth handling the newly Turned fledglings. Vorador had needed to learn from scratch much of the time. "Humans are omnivores. We are, in essence, carnivores-"

"Hematophages, actually," Kay corrected with a faint smile that showed fang as she interrupted him. She canted her glass for him to pour more Everclear into it. "We're like giant, sapient mosquitoes."

"Truly, my dear?" Vorador asked, his tone dry and almost biting as he finished refilling her glass. He set the bottle aside. "You would compare our kind, immortal, superior hunters, apex predators on par with the divine, to mere insects…?"

"What? It's true," Kay responded, taking a quick sip of her drink to hide her growing smile. She did so enjoy bantering with the old pervert. Frowning, her finger tapped against the back of her booth in something that might have resembled a rhythm. She'd usually be buzzed by now. "Well, like female mosquitoes anyway. Hey, how long does it take to get drunk, and how long will it last now that I'm changed?"

"You…" Vorador cut himself off and let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Whelp… you are an infuriating creature at times. And it depends on the Vampire, much as it depends on the Human. It usually takes three to four times the alcohol content one was used to as a human to get a vampire truly drunk, though that does increase the older you get. Likewise, you will recover that much faster from being drunk."

"Well," Kay frowned and glanced at the bottle of Everclear. It was one of the strongest drinks she usually tolerated, and she could usually push herself to handle about half a bottle. Three to four times the usual, eh? She held up a hand to the Placeholder at the bar, signaling for them to bring over another bottle of Everclear and a bottle of bloodwine for Vorador. "That's going to make getting properly sauced a bit difficult."

"Oh?" Vorador let out a soft snort of amusement, nodding a curt thank you to the Placeholder as a fresh bottle was set down in front of him. He eyed the fledgling in front of him with a frown. "Is aught amiss? You do not usually try to get… ah, what was the term? 'Black-out drunk,' was it?"

"That is a term," Kay responded with a laugh before her expression twisted to one of almost disgust. "Speaking of passing out… I can't do that anymore, can I? There was an incident a few weeks ago that left me injured enough that, as a human, I would have lost consciousness, but…"

"But you remained awake and aware despite it all," Vorador finished with another sigh. He refilled his own drink before leaning back into the cushions. He looked at the ceiling with a pained expression for a moment before looking back to the too young fledgling. "One of the few downsides to being a vampire can be our hardy nature. It takes an immense amount of cranial damage to truly render our kith unconscious. Even severe blood loss will only drive us into a blood rage."

"Ah," Kay said, looking down at her glass. She winced before looking up at him. Her next question was liable to open more than one wound for the old Vampire. "The Sarafan took full advantage of that, didn't they?"

"That they did," Vorador said, his expression darkening and talons tightening about the goblet. A screech of talon against steel filled the air, but the goblet remained unmarred. His works were made to withstand such abuse. "If you are to find yourself on Nosgoth's soil, do not allow yourself to be captured, youngling. What they do to male vampires is bad enough. You would not enjoy what they do to the females. More than once have I been forced to end a fledgling's life out of mercy. I would… dislike… finding that such mercy was needed for you."

"I've no interest in traveling to Nosgoth's past," Kay said firmly before letting her head fall back against the cushioned booth. "If Kain drags me along, however, I may not have much of a choice. We may have figured out the trick with Raziel, but defeating the squid is still a plan in the works. They might or might not need my help."

"Hn," Vorador's lips curled into a sneer. He'd been told of the threat to Nosgoth's existence. That his Sire's 'deity' was actually a planet-eating parasite was… well, he found himself vaguely glad that his Sire was lost to the Hylden Realm. Even if the Ancient was dead as he feared, the winged Elder's soul would be safe from such a monster. "We will see what lies before us soon enough, I imagine. And if not, well, all the better for you to adjust, no? And do not think I did not notice you avoiding my question, whelp."

"Astute as always," Kay said with a bitter chuckle. She downed her drink, eager to feel more than a slight buzz tingle at the back of her mind. Leaning forward, she refilled her glass before bracing herself against the tabletop. "I'm finding myself chafing at the bit, so to speak. Kain's possessive nature is doing me no favors. I barely was able to convince him to let me out of Sanctuary as it is."

"Ah," Vorador chuckled softly, a low roiling noise of amusement. He looked the woman over, taking in the nearly defeated hunch of her shoulders. As if she expected to be dragged back by the scruff of her neck. He tilted his head, large ears twitching like that of a curious canine. "Is it truly so bad, following another's orders?"

"I…" she let out a heavy sigh and swirled the clear liquid of her drink in the glass. "You need to understand, V. I fought tooth and nail to get to the top of the ladder back home. Even then, I had people ready to stab me in the back, spread rumors, and try to file baseless lawsuits to ruin my business… everything that comes with running a big company as a woman. There were only three people I trusted with my life, and two of them are dead."

Victoria and Raphael were two of the three people she meant. The third was her world's version of Janos, Victoria's adoptive father, James. The kindly older man had been one of Kay's self-defense teachers growing up and had considered her a second adoptive daughter in all but name. He'd given up his life for her and Victoria during an assassination attempt. An attempt that had left Kay badly injured and James dead. James being an organ donor was the only reason why Kay had even survived that attack.

Victoria's vengeance had been a beautiful and horrifying thing to behold once they'd found the people responsible.

"I see," Vorador said slowly. His ears twitched again, pressing closer to his skull as he caught the not-so-subtle scent of grief in her scent. "No mere hirelings, but dear friends? Dare I say, family? Will you be Turning them upon your return to your world once your Mirror lets you go about on your own?"

Vorador had long ago learned how to read people. The woman may have been clever enough to hide it from others, but he'd figured out whose Mirror she was without having been told. It was simple enough to watch for either the one person she avoided or alternatively interacted with the most. And that had been Kain and Raziel. Of the two, Kain had been avoided as if he was a carrier of the plague while Raziel's presence had been tolerated.

"One of them at least," Kay responded with a strained smile. Her eyes narrowed on him for a moment before she sighed, ignoring the 'Mirror' comment for now. She downed her glass and reached to refill it, only to find the current bottle empty. Blinking, she shrugged and reached for the second bottle, opening it and drinking directly from it before pouring more into her glass and leaning back. "The other cannot be raised. His remains were cremated in accordance with his beliefs. Rather difficult to raise someone from ashes."

"Quite," Vorador agreed with a wince. He refilled his goblet in turn and looked down at the ruby-colored fluid. He raised his goblet. "To the departed then. May they rest in peace."

"Hah," Kay raised her own glass in turn, a bitter, sad smile upon her lips. "To the departed. May they be in heaven two hours before the devil knows they're dead."

"Well said!" Vorador said with a bark of laughter, letting his goblet 'tink' lightly against her glass. He leaned back once more and tilted his head thoughtfully. Best not let the whelp fall into a fit of melancholy. "So… you are used to being the one in charge of your own fate. Of the fates of others. I can see why you are eager to spend time away from your Sire and Sibling where they are now acting as the Masters of your destiny."

"That about sums it up," she said with a nod. One long swallow later, and she let out a heavy sigh. "I get it. I do. There's a strange pack-like hierarchy, a structure that isn't usually seen in modern-day humans in my world. Oh, I know there's a whole lot of that 'alpha male/female' mindset, but the instincts of a vampire are… are… I can't really quantify it. It's different. Unique. Part of it may be the Whisper. A mental connection that humans just don't have with each other, and perhaps the Aura as well… And... It's just going to take a bit of time to get used to it, is all…"

"I rather doubt that, my dear," Vorador said in a consoling tone. She'd have to go back to her own world one day, obviously, but the line of her shoulders and the tension in her body despite the alcohol spoke of someone being shaped into a particular role. Of someone a Sire meant to keep around. Indefinitely. Vorador would not be surprised to learn later that Kain intended to rule her world through Kay herself. "In simplest terms, you are a leader, being forced to play the role of a follower. Anyone in your shoes would chafe at the bit. Kain himself did not appreciate my attempts to teach him of Vampiric culture. To guide him. To show him our ways and social mores. Fledgling he may have been, but his power, skill, and mindset made it impossible to treat him as anything less than an equal if I meant to have anything stick in that thick skull of his."

Kay giggled. Actually giggled. She pressed a knuckle to her lips to contain the soft, drunken noises.

"I can imagine he was quite the handful," she said once the urge to fall into a childish giggle fit was contained. The alcohol was starting to hit her pretty nicely. And she still had three-quarters of the second bottle to go. Speaking of, maybe Vorador could clarify events for her... "I can also imagine that his meeting with your many Brides did not go well, either."

"His first meeting? No," Vorador said with a bark of laughter before sipping at his drink. "He had waltzed into my mansion as if he were the lord of the house and not I and had stumbled upon my Brides as they were tending to their humans. Interrupting a woman in the middle of sexual congress is a folly no man should pursue. Interrupting a group of women…?"

"No wonder the stories say he was attacked on sight!" Kay said with a joyous laugh. She leaned forward in her seat, laughing more freely than she had in some time. The laughter faded into faint giggles, which she stifled by downing her drink. "Ah, it would be amusing to have witnessed that. Bloody hell."

"Oh, it was," Vorador said, eyes glittering with amusement. He polished off his drink, looking the woman over. She'd relaxed somewhat, but… "My dear, I am wondering if you are willing to-"

"Ugh, V…" she pinched the bridge of her nose, humor fading as she let out a gusty sigh. "How many times do I have to say 'no' to you? I don't mind the flirting if it's without intent, but-"

"Now, please, my dear, hear me out first before you accuse me of anything nefarious," Vorador interrupted with a chuckle, setting his goblet down and holding up both hands. "You need something, someone, to help ease your tension…"

"And you're offering to help," she interrupted in turn with a sneer.

"Allow me to finish, whelp," he said with a faint warning growl, baring fangs in a brief flash of white amongst the dark green of his skin.

"Fine, fine," she said, leaning back and waving her hand… not even realizing that as she turned her head to glance to the bar, she had bared her throat in apology. "Make your pitch."

"Hn," his eyes narrowed on her briefly, but he nodded and accepted the subconscious apology. He leaned back, resting one arm on the back of the booth. "I am indeed offering my services, whelp, but not in the same way as before. I am, as many call me, a sado-hedonist. But I am more of a hedonist than a sadist. Pleasure is what rules me, little Kay, what satisfies me."

He leaned forward, reaching out to hook one talon under her chin to turn her head back toward him.

"I need not be the one in control of our coupling, my dear," he purred in a low voice full of lustful promise.

Kay blinked in surprise, highly used to both Victoria and Vorador being domineering in attitude. To even suggest such a thing was… well, it was certainly unexpected. She pulled her head away, reaching up to slowly push his talon aside at the same time. Rather than answer him right away, she took another long pull from her drink.

Was she really considering saying yes?

She was…

Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was just the thought of an Elder vampire obeying her. Maybe it was the thought of rebelling against Kain even in such a small manner by laying with the other Elder. A subtle snub that she would do whatever and whomever she pleased. She wanted to say yes. Wanted to make someone else scream for her. Not to be the one howling in agonized pleasure. And, well, he was offering just that.

If she could trust him to behave…

Vorador allowed her to move his hand aside and leaned back with a lazy smile on his lips. How fortuitous that he had opted to forgo a shirt that day. He braced both arms along the back of the booth, shifting his form sensually against the cushions so that his robes were left open enough to reveal the upper part of his muscled chest. Her expression was easy enough to read, what with the alcohol relaxing her guard. That he'd always backed off before when she'd denied him would only work in his favor.

He was a patient creature… even if his efforts failed this eve, he could try again another night. Half the fun was the chase. The teasing byplay. That, and the knowledge that she might deny him, was not something that upset him. It was merely part of their game.

A thoughtful hum escaped Kay's lips. She reached into one pocket, pulling out her phone and accessing an app to call a limo taxi. If she said yes, then she was going to enjoy heading to her place in style, not cramped in a narrow vehicle. She wasn't about to have him teleport them to her place either, leary as she was currently of such magic after the debacle that had left her back a mess of swirling scars. If she said no, well, she could still have a relaxing trip back home.

"You would truly yield to me? A fledgling not even a year changed?" Kay asked warily. "Why?"

"I would," Vorador said with a low purr, reaching up to not-so-subtly undo the lower buttons of his dress robes so that yet more of his form was revealed. "And as to why, well… why not? I am old enough and comfortable enough with who and what I am, whelp. To have a woman of strength and power and will take what she needs of me…? Why it is just as glorious of a sight as a woman willing to yield her body up to me in supplication."

"You do have a honeyed tongue, don't you?" Kay said with a shaky laugh. Her eyes drifted down to look at the dark and toned chest that he was oh so slowly revealing to her. "And what if I want your pain? What if I want you bound and bloodied?"

Raziel might one day be willing to yield up such a thing to her, but he would only do so if Kain himself willed it. Kay had no illusions otherwise. Vorador, though…

"Hmm, more than you realize," Vorador said, purposefully moving to spill a drop of bloodwine onto one talon. He held the talon up, inspecting the drop of fluid before flicking his rather long tongue out to catch the droplet. His hand fell to slowly trail along the front of his chest, catching the last button holding his dress robes closed and popping it open so that his toned abdomen could be seen in full. "And as for making me bleed… Well, a question for you in turn. Would that make you wet? Would it fill your core with heat to see my blood upon your claws? To taste it upon your tongue?"

Her pupils narrowed to cat-like slits at the sight of his tongue lapping up the droplet of blood-red fluid. Not because of the bloodwine, oh no, but because she knew quite well what a tongue that long could do to someone's insides. How it felt to have a partner flicking their tongue over the deepest parts of her. Teasing her. She attempted to hide her growing desire by taking a large gulp of her drink.

Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad… she thought to herself.

Vorador let out a pleased thrum of sound, taking in a low breath of air and tasting her interest upon his tongue. Always such a heady perfume, lust. Rather than press further still, he settled fully against the cushions, as lazily as any large feline, and waited, watching her with hooded eyes that promised hours upon hours of pleasurable pursuits. It would be quite amusing to have Kain come to collect the woman later on, only to find him gracing her bed like an 'escort' instead of the other way around…

Kay polished off the rest of her drink and then stood. Keeping her expression blank, she looked at her phone. The limo would be arriving momentarily. They were timely like that. Mere seconds to decide on something that might yet have disastrous consequences. She turned and started for the door, only to pause with her hand against the steel frame. Claws tapped an uneven rhythm against the metal before she turned to look at Vorador.

Vorador watched the woman stand, eyes trailing over that lithe form. He kept silent as she looked at her communication device. As she started for, and then stopped at the door. He kept absolutely quiet, tension singing through his muscles. Eager. Waiting. Though he might yield to her, might allow the fledge the control she so desperately needed right now… Well… he'd been 'hunting' this particular intelligent and beautiful creature for quite some time now. Hopefully, the chase would end this eve with them finding pleasure in each other's bodies.

"Well?" she began, meeting and holding the older Vampire's gaze for a moment before pushing the door open and exiting the building. She called back to him over her shoulder. "Come along then. And keep your word, old man."

His ears perked up as she spoke, and he grinned, standing up and making his way outside with all the grace of a large hunting cat pacing after its prey.

"I am merely following your lead, my dear," he purred, coming to a stop beside her and leaning down to press his lips to her neck. "I did not want to make any untoward assumptions."

"Of course," she responded with a dry laugh.

A shiver ran through her at that light kiss. Perhaps she might have said more, reprimanded him to see if he would really yield to her word, but a sleek black limo pulled up in front of them. She started for the vehicle instead.

"Allow me, my dear," Vorador said, his voice a throaty purr as he moved ahead of her to open the door wide to allow her entry. Out of all of the strange vehicles and modes of transportation that he'd come across on Haven, limos pleased his hedonistic heart to the core. So much could be done whilst simply traveling about within them.

"Ah, playing the role of a gentleman now, hm?" she asked with a chuckle.

Kay shook her head in amusement and slipped inside the vehicle. She'd ordered a limo with a raised roof out of courtesy to his height. With her height, she could move within the limo without hunching. Vorador… would still need to bend over a bit. But that pleased her more than a little bit. She sat down in the middle of the front-most seats, back to the window between their cabin and the driver. Spreading her arms out over the backs, and left her legs sprawled open with a lazy yet regal air.

Vorador's eyes passed once more over her form, over that pert rear encased as it was in leather pants. Other times, he might have touched, might have teased her skin as she passed him… but he held himself in check and slipped in behind her, waiting for a moment before closing the door. His lips twitched in amusement as she took over the one set of seats near the front of the vehicle and made to move, half bowed, for the opposite end of the limo.

He did appreciate the extra room regardless of the inadequacy.

"And what do you think you're doing?" Kay asked, voice filled with growing lust… and firm command. She canted her hips slightly. "Come over here and put that honeyed tongue of yours to work, old man."

As she'd hoped, the sight of his hunched form in a yet too small space despite her intended consideration of his height was enticing. Any signs of discomfort only heightened her sense of control and soothed her months-bruised ego.

Vorador paused while facing away from her, his expression darkening with desire and lust and so much more. She was pushing boundaries calling him old man in such a manner. As if age would render him impotent. It was clear that she enjoyed her insults, though, and he relaxed his expression before turning back to her with a sultry smile.

"My apologies, my dear," he purred as he eased his way toward her, lowering further still to approach in a crouching prowl of movement.

Eyes hooded, she settled further still against the plush cushions of the limo. She turned her head, keeping her eyes on that prowling form, and tapped at the glass. It lowered swiftly enough.

"Cohagen Manor," she ordered in a cool tone. "And take the long way there."

"Yes, ma'am," the Placeholder driver responded, and the glass rolled back up.

A faint bit of music drifted through from the driver's cabin, and she chuckled. Even Placeholder's knew what to expect in the back of a limo. Kay turned her attention back to the male in front of her. She eyed his mouth briefly before raising an eyebrow and glancing at her clothed crotch.

"Well?" she growled in a low, lust-heated voice. "Get to work, Vor-a-dor. Show me you aren't all talk."

Cohagen, was it? Vorador thought with a blink. Did that mean that 'Kay' was short for…?

He contained a snort of amusement as she turned her attention fully back to him. The way she drew out his name was almost charming. As was the way she so carefully insulted him yet again. Not too much, no… she was testing the waters.

"As you wish," he said with a low growl, lowering to his knees in front of her and placing his hands upon her knees.

He slowly massaged her inner thighs, hands gliding up from the knee to touch her covered mound and back down. The pressure was firm but not painful. He then leaned forward to breathe over her covered mound, a wash of warmth against the hidden, heated skin.

Kay's eyes hooded as she watched him move. The muscles of her arms and shoulders tensed and jumped as he stroked her inner thighs. Part of her was waiting. Expected this to be a trick. A trap. That he would force her into submission as Kain and Raziel both had. The rest of her… was willing to give him a chance. She forced her shoulders to relax and arched into the warmth that he offered.

So wary. So suspicious. A soothing thrum echoed in his chest as he leaned forward, nose brushing against the leather above her clit. He pressed his lips against her and mouthed at her through the cloth. The movements were slow. Sensual. He continued for a few seconds before moving up to catch the zipper with his fangs, gently pulling it down. Once done, his tongue dove into the open gap… to either tease yet more cloth or press slick and wet against her skin.

"Mmmnnn," Kay's eyes fluttered shut at the warm touch of his tongue over her bare skin. She'd long been in the habit of going commando, so there was no underwear to impede him. Rather than let him continue to taste her, however, she lifted a leg and placed a booted foot to his shoulder to push him back.

"Something amiss, dear lady?" Vorador purred, allowing her to push him away from his goal. His hands teased back down her thighs to her knees before stopping. Waiting to see what she might order him to do next. Curious as to how far she would test his word. If she would let go entirely.

"You're not going to get very far with my pants on, old man," she said with a semi-playful sneer. Her foot shifted, the heel of her boot digging into his shoulder with a testing pressure.

"True enough," he said, returning her sneer with a self-satisfied smirk. He leaned into the pressure on his shoulder, relishing the feeling of the edge of the booted heel digging into his armored hide. "You need not be so tentative, little Kay."

Vorador pulled back enough to gently take her foot in hand. Keeping his movements slow, he divested her of said boots. He then ran the back of a talon over the arches of her feet. Nipped ever so gently at the exposed ankle… and then slowly moved his way back up her body. Fangs caught the rim of her leather pants to hold it in place while his tongue worked the button through the hole.

"I'll do as I please," Kay growled back in response, eyes flashing white briefly. "Even if it means merely taking what I want of you and leaving you behind, needing and unfulfilled."

Despite the harshness of her words, a low purr of approval rumbled in her chest as his hands teased over her legs. The clever use of fang and tongue caused her pupils to narrow, intrigued. Rather than hinder his efforts, she canted her hips upward so that he would have an easier time pulling her pants down and off.

And pull them off, he did. Talons hooked into the waistband of the leathers and tugged. Vorador disentangled his fangs as he did so, leaning forward to place another reverent kiss against that well-trimmed mound. He pulled her pants free and set them aside next to her boots. Turning his attention back to her form, he nipped and licked his way back up her thighs. He paused for a moment with his lips pressed against her labia, looking up to meet her gaze, before running his tongue over the already wet slit. His pupils widened and then narrowed.

She tasted heavenly…

Kay's eyes slid shut, and she let her head fall back against the seat. The feel of him exploring her body once her pants were off was pleasant enough. Still… It wasn't quite enough. Her leg lifted up and over his shoulder, her heel digging in against his spine.

"More, old man," she murmured, voice gradually growing heavy with lust. "You are being entirely too slow about this…"

"Can a man not indulge in the fine nectar before him?" Vorador asked with a huff of laughter at her impatience. Still, he listened and began to lick at her heated skin at a faster pace, tongue gliding over and teasing at her entrance for a moment before sliding up to tease around her clit and the delicate hood.

"Haaa…" Kay sighed in pleasure and looked down at that bowed head. She chuckled softly. "You'll get more 'nectar' when you make me cum, old man. If you even can, that is…"

The words were out of her mouth before she could think, and she tensed, ready to draw on her magic to shove him away. Saying such a thing to Kain or Raziel would have earned her a harsh punishment. If Vorador was willing to keep his word, though...

Vorador went still, eyes flashing white for a brief moment. Again she was daring to insult his skill and aptitude when it came to acts of sexual congress. He took in a slow breath and then let the air ghost out over her skin as she tensed beneath his hands.

Ready for the worst, eh, whelp? he thought to himself. He sent out a soothing press of power over her form before speaking.

"Such a vicious tongue you have, little Kay," he purred in a low voice heavy with promise. "I assure you, I can and will make you cum upon my tongue."

Matching deed with word said tongue delved straight into her hole. The organ was as thick as two male human fingers and long enough to reach the points of his 'beard.' He used that length to fuck her wet little cunt for several minutes, wriggling his tongue about. Teasing it over the sensitive node of flesh within. Prodding around her cervix and the entrance to her womb. His mouth pressed wide over her mound, teeth gently pressing against her labia and hooded clit. Not in threat. Just resting there.

The tension in her body ratcheted higher still as his eyes flashed with power. Kay relaxed in increments as his Aura danced soothingly over her skin. Her lips quirked upwards at his assurance, only to open with a soft gasp as he truly got to work with that clever tongue of his. Muscles twitched and jumped and clenched as he prodded at her inner walls. Her head fell back once more, a groan of pleasure escaping her lips. Her hips undulated slowly against his mouth.

This was better, far better than that first time with Kain. There was no agony shooting along the line of her spine. Her shoulder. No desperate fear and rage at the blocking of her powers. No. This was just the act of a man pleasuring a woman. Of a male obeying her whims.

And oh how it soothed her wounded pride to have this Elder worship at her altar so...

His ears twitched slightly, eyes hooding at her open moan. Vorador dragged his tongue in slow, lapping motions along her inner walls, attention unwavering on her face as he watched her expression shift. His hands did not remain idle, talon tips teasing along and under her thighs. Scratching over her knees and down along the limbs to squeeze gently around each of her ankles in a testing, teasingly brief restraint. A minor taunt and a reminder that he was willingly submitting. Willingly playing the role of the courtesan.

Will she attempt a punishment or hold her hand? he wondered with a hum. He wanted to see her let go…

Inner walls fairly trembled under his ministrations. Her breathing picked up, her exhales turning into soft noises of mounting pleasure. The sharp touch of his talons dancing over her skin felt good. That familiar danger, so similar to having living blades dancing against her skin. Her body tensed as his hands closed around her ankles. As they squeezed. A snarl escaped her lips, her eyes flashing white, and she pulled her legs away the moment he relaxed his grip. Her feet went to his shoulders, shoving him violently away from her form.

Vorador let out a faint grunt at the shove, quickly withdrawing his tongue from her body. He let himself fall back to sprawl against the floor of the limo, feeling the vehicle jolt with the heavy impact. He kept himself braced up on his elbows, watching her with an eager, golden gaze as he licked his lips. His burgeoning length was already beginning to strain visibly along the line of his leathers.

Kay lunged after him, claws lashing out to strike his chest. Filling the air with the scent of power-rich Elder blood. Ignoring the blood, her hand closed around his throat. Her body landed more on his chest and abdomen than his lap. Growling, she leaned forward and bit harshly at his lower lip, fangs sinking deep. The taste of his blood upon her tongue, in the air, soothed her temper a little, and she spent a moment lapping up the dark fluid before pulling back.

"Do not attempt to restrain me," she ordered in a low voice. "Not even to tease. Not now, old man."

"My apologies, dear lady," he responded with a soothing purr. However, it was plain that he was not truly repentant of his actions.

Ignoring the quickly healing wounds on his chest, he lifted one hand to brush it teasingly over a cloth-covered breast. After a moment, he bit his tongue and leaned forward to press his mouth to hers, flicking the wounded organ over her lips to tease the young fledgling with his vitae. Very few would be able to fight the call of such powerful blood…

Her eyes narrowed distrustfully at his apology. She would have called him on it, but the feel of his lips against her own and the taste of fresh blood distracted her. The Hunger flared up a bit at the back of her mind, and she caught the wounded and healing organ with her teeth. Biting down, she drew yet more blood, her own tongue flicking out to lap up the dark ruby fluid. Her hand closed on the back of the neck as if to pull him closer, into a deeper kiss…

Only to dig her claws in to pull him back as she withdrew.

"Don't think you've earned yourself anything as pleasant as a kiss, old man," she growled in a low voice. "Lay back against the floor."

A low grunt escaped him as her claws dug into his flesh like little needles. He allowed her to pull him away from the warm caress of her mouth. A grin curled his lips upwards, showing a brief flash of fang, but he did as instructed and laid back. As he did so, he lifted one leg, bent at the knee, and nudged it against her ass. A silent offer of something to grind against if she so wished.

Kind of him. But not what she wanted just then. Kay reached out and caught hold of one large ear to force his head still before moving up the line of his body so that she was all but sitting on his face. Letting go, she leaned back, bracing her hands against his chest. Uncaring of the pressure she placed upon his ribs. It's not like he needed to breathe.

"You're mistaken if you think I'm going to do all the work, old man," she said, her voice a lusty growl. "Put that smart mouth of yours to work."

"Hnnn. As you wish," he purred in a low voice, tongue once more flicking out to tease over her labia.

Still, he'd learned a little more of what to do or not do with the reactions he'd just teased out of her. Any kind of restraint would set her off, even a mild one. Good to keep in mind. Especially if he wanted to try the whelp's patience. Ignoring the weight on his chest, his hands began to once more tease over her legs and thighs. No tight hold this time. Just the firm, scraping touch of sharp talons over softer, fledgling hide. Tongue delving deep, his eyes hooded shut as he savored the flavor of her juices. Pungent and yet sweet.

A low sigh escaped her lips, her hips rolling to rock against his face as his tongue explored her insides. Kay's tension slowly began to fade once more, but her attention did not waver. Wariness still nipped at the back of her mind. He could end this in but a moment. His earlier threat, intended or otherwise, reminded her of that. As his attentions continued, though, she reached back to trace her fingertips over the rise of his trapped and engorged length. Cupped it in her hand to get a feel for its length and width.

A low groan escaped her lips.

He was just as thick as Kain but longer still. No wonder one of Vorador's paramours, an older Dick Greyson, often joked that the old Vampire was hung like a horse. He all but was. A small horse, but the point still stood.

The male was huge.

Bloody well starting to turn into a size-queen, she thought bemusedly to herself, unaware that she might be projecting the thought as she continued to grope and squeeze the trapped length beneath her hand.

"Size-queen?" Vorador asked, amusement and pleasure in his voice as he pulled back from his efforts with a raised brow.

His hands didn't stop their teasing path. A lower noise of approval escaped his throat at Kay's exploring touch. He reached up to tease his talons along the line of her stomach, up and under her shirt to trail over those pert breasts. To pinch at the hardened nipples.

Vampire-pale skin reddened to the point of mimicking a living-pink hue. Kay glanced to the side briefly, firmly trying to lock her thoughts back down so that she wouldn't project them again before she looked back down at Vorador's curious gaze… hopefully, Kain hadn't been close enough to hear that Whispered thought.

"Size-queen, or alternatively, size-king," she began in a low voice, "is someone who gets off almost exclusively on exceptionally large cocks or toys."

She gave his length a teasing pat, still not undoing the front of his leathers. Not yet, at least. She might reward him later if he behaved. Or not. It would depend on her mood...

"You and Kain are both extremely well endowed and would be sought out as lovers for that reason alone by some back home," she finished with a low, throaty laugh. "Nevermind the fact that vampires are rather romanticized in current literature."

"Romanticized?!" Vorador repeated with a bark of laughter, pressing forward so that his lips brushed teasingly over her clit. He suckled upon the sensitive nub for a few moments before pulling back to continue. "I cannot even begin to picture such a thing after centuries of being vilified so. Your world seems like an ideal hunting ground for our kith."

That being said, he ducked his head back down and teased his tongue over her entrance. Slowly began to fuck her with his tongue once more for several minutes. Wriggled it about as it plunged into her depths before pulling back to tease her clit again and again. His hands continued to caress her breasts, enjoying the plush feeling. Not quite as large as he usually preferred, but more than a handful was wasteful, as the saying goes.

"It will be… Ahh…" a shudder ran through Kay from head to toe, claws digging into his chest, into his leathers, as that clever tongue coaxed a gentle orgasm out of her. "Hnnn… not bad, old man. Not bad. But that best not be all you can do."

Kay swiftly pulled up and away from him as she felt the limo start to slow. A quick burst of movement later, and she had her pants back on with her boots slung over her shoulder. She flashed him a cocky smirk as the vehicle came to a full stop and glanced at the door.

Vorador let out a muttered curse as she darted up and out of reach of his mouth. He almost grabbed hold of her to keep her in place, to coax another orgasm from her, but he had also felt the vehicle begin to slow. He eased past her, leaning forward to place another tantalizing kiss on her neck, before opening the door and stepping out. He held the door open for her, giving her a playful bow.

"My lady," he purred in a sultry tone that promised much.

Kay let out a huff of amusement at the soft kiss and watched him slip out of the vehicle. She followed him a moment later and started down the walkway to the house. Her fingers brushed over the familiar plant life, lingering for a moment to take in some of the changes that Kurama had made. Nodding to herself, she went to the front door and opened it, seeing the youkai in question lounging on the couch with a laptop propped on his legs.

"Hey Kurama," she greeted cheerfully. She moved up behind him and brushed her fingers over that soft, bright red hair. Her voice dipped into a low purr. "You may want to head out for a bit. I'm going to be… entertaining… a guest."

Kurama blinked in surprise and looked at his hostess with a raised brow. He then turned to look at the rather tall, green-skinned male with large, bat-like ears. The pair stared at each other for a moment before the Kitsune let out a snort of amusement. He could smell the alcohol and lust upon them both. He stood, closing the laptop as he did so, and bowed to the pair.

"I will leave you to your indulgences," Kurama said with a knowing smile before heading out the front door.

Vorador watched the male go with a twitch of his ears, wondering why the other male smelled so strongly of fox. He shook his head a moment later and moved over to Kay's side. His hands landed gently upon her hips, and he applied a gentle, massaging pressure as he leaned forward to once more kiss at the side of her neck.

"Shall we retire to your rooms?" he asked in a low voice, fangs gently scraping the soft skin. His tongue flicked soothingly over the small scrapes. "Or do you perhaps have a dungeon to tie me up in, hm?"

"My room," she said firmly, shrugging him off. She stepped away from him, letting her boots fall to the floor next to the couch with a heavy thud. Her head tilted to the side, her expression thoughtful. "I wonder, how flexible are you, old man? Do your Elderly bones creak under too much strain?"

Kay slowly began to back toward the stairwell, half turned and ready to bolt if needed. She was pushing it, continuing to insult him. Minor insults, in a way, but insults nonetheless. Would she push him over the edge, or would he continue to behave as promised?

Vorador froze for a moment, eyes again flashing white briefly. He let out a slow sigh and shook his head, laughing softly to himself. He moved over to her side once more, leaning down so that they were nose to nose.

"You are being churlish, little Kay," he said in a low voice. He reached up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. "And to answer your question, I am quite flexible for 'one of my age.' Did you have something specific in mind?"

"I'm quite tempted to make you suck your own cock, old man. It's long enough," Kay said with a low snarl, batting his hand aside before continuing toward the stairs. Her own eyes flashed white in challenge. Her heart rate sped up. By the Balance, she wanted to push and push until his temper finally snapped. A glint of cruel mischief abruptly flickered through her eyes. She stopped and turned back to him, curling her lips up to show a brief flash of fang. "I think I may have a toy near enough to your size. Perhaps I'll use it one you."

His ears perked up visibly at that suggestion. He wasn't opposed to such activities. Had spent more than one evening with his Brides teased his prostate, each doing what they could to prolong their pleasure. Sometimes for hours on end. It had been quite some time since he'd been on the receiving end of such. Vorador let a low purr build in his chest as he stalked after her.

"Both activities are quite possible, my dear," he said in a low voice. He stopped behind Kay, placing one hand on the railing and leaning over her shorter form. "You need only lead the way."

"Aren't you the over-eager puppy," Kay said with a bark of laughter, eyes pinned on those perked ears. She stifled another round of drunken giggles and turned to head up the stairs, crooking a finger at him to follow.

"You have no idea, my dear," Vorador said in a darksome voice, a smirk curling his lips upwards. There were occasional benefits to the wolf-man form after all. But that was something to bring up later. If at all. Not many were willing to indulge in such activities, even amongst vampires.

Mainly because, well, if his paramours thought he was 'hung like a horse' now, then…

Kay let him past the guest rooms to the master bedroom. Her room was elegant. Tasteful. A simple four-poster queen-sized bed with dark drapes. The windows were covered with black-out drapes to protect her now sensitive skin. A simple dark-wood dresser and armoire stood off to the side. The one other door led to a bathroom she… Well, she wasn't sure she could safely use it yet. Still, that gave her an idea. There was a mini-fridge and freezer in the bathroom…

"Go lay on the bed and rest your bones," she ordered, shooting the male a saucy wink before ducking inside the bathroom. A small fridge with a freezer was tucked against the wall next to the outlet. Now, where did she put those gloves…?

He looked the room over carefully as he proved over to the bed, taking in the notches along the bedposts for restraints to be hooked and the divots and holes along the headboard for various attachments. All tastefully placed and hidden among the carved designs. He had long ago learned what to look for. The little Kay had good taste. If, again, a little bland in color. He huffed and reclined regally on the bed, wondering what she had in store for him.

Kay paused and frowned as she found the gloves and a suitable bowl to hold ice cubes in. Perhaps water play in such a manner would be too much. It was supposed to act much like acid upon their skin. But if one added in the healing capabilities.

Hn, best to just ask.

"Hey, Vorador," she began, poking her head back into the room with a wary expression. "Are ice cubes okay, or would that be too much for even your scaly hide? And do you need or want any kind of safe-word?"

"Taking my health into consideration now, whelp?" he asked with a dry laugh. He tilted his head and then waved a hand at her. "As long as you do not mean to melt the ice upon my cock or simply dump the excess water upon me, it will be fine, little Kay. And no. I have not needed a watchword for several centuries now. Simply do no permanent damage that I cannot heal within the day, and all will be well."

He was surprised that she was considerate enough to ask. Kain would have simply walked in with a bowl of ice and begun tormenting him without a care in the world had he been in the position to do so. For a self-proclaimed dominant and sadist, she did not seem to want to try and break her partners despite a willingness to revel in someone's consensual pain. What a novel experience to have been asked for a watchword, a safe-word as she put it, by a fledgling.

When allowing his Brides their fun in the past, they had known that if they went too far, he would simply end the game with brute force and a flaring of his Aura…

Humming to herself, Kay slipped on the pair of skin-tight, faux-leather gloves that glistened under the light like an oil slick. Her new claws poked through the gloves like little pen-knives, and she looked them over with a thoughtful frown. Not terrible. And as long as she was careful, she shouldn't burn herself. If she was weak to water.

Still not something I want to test out any time soon, she thought to herself as she brought the small bowl of ice into the room and set it on the bedside table. She glanced at Vorador.

"Strip down," she ordered her voice a low, purring growl.

The order issued and expected to be obeyed, she turned to her dresser and opened up her 'toy' drawer. She pulled out the dildo attachment she'd mentioned earlier, along with its harness. The many straps upon it would allow her to wear it or alternatively bind it into place if she wanted to leave the silicone length buried in her partner while she did other things. She also pulled out a silicone ring and examined it briefly before taking out a larger one.

Vorador tilted his head, watching her movements with hooded eyes. He blinked lazily at the order before standing to slip his dress robes off, letting them pool on the floor. He'd rather her watch as he stripped, but her focus seemed intent on gathering the toys she intended to use. His lips quirked. Dismissive. Confident but wary. Such a charming creature. He undid his leathers and peeled them off before reclining back on the bed, one leg raised to help display his… assets.

He reached out to idly cup and stroke his length in the palm of his hand. His ears twitched at the sight of what was obviously a cock-ring. He ran his tongue over his fangs hungrily.

Kay tilted her head as she gathered one last toy, a squirting dildo with its connecting syringe, and some anal lube, looking at Vorador from the corner of her eye. Well, didn't he make a lovely, if lewd, painting? She chuckled softly at that hungry look and began to slip out of her clothes. A pity, really, that she didn't have her bodysuit back yet. She might have stayed clothed and simply enjoyed wringing various noises from his throat. She'd had to send it off to have the seams repaired. Her expression darkened briefly before clearing.

None of that now, she thought to herself. Now is the time to indulge, not mope.

She gathered up the various items in hand, being careful with the bowl of ice as she lined things up along the foot of the bed. Kay eyed Vorador's form briefly. Critically. He'd opted to sprawl over the bed along the width of it rather than the length, which worked well indeed for her purposes. She moved to the other side of the bed and tugged free a pair of chains and cuffs designed to hold at least a half-demon in place. She then leaned forward to nip at the back of one ear.

"Lay back for me, Vor-a-dor," she said, once again dragging out the syllables of his name.

A pleased shiver ran through him at the gentle bite. Little tease. He shifted downwards some so that his rear was at the edge of the bed before laying back. A low purr rumbled in his chest as he lifted his arms above his head. The sound of chains was familiar to him, and he knew what her next order was likely to be.

"As you wish," he purred, flashing her another cheeky grin. A flash of white amongst the dark green of his skin.

Kay huffed at him, flicking one claw against his ear in minor reprimand for that cheeky look. After licking the blood from her claw, she moved to cuff his wrists with a satisfying click of noise. She leaned over him to nip at his chest, around each dark green nipple, again and again, fangs drawing yet more of that potent vitae for her to lap up. Honestly, that a vampire could get drunk on an Elder's blood alone didn't surprise her anymore.

Delicious, she thought to herself.

She moved to angle her body over him in such a way that her breasts were dangling just out of reach of his mouth. Obvious bait for an obvious trap, but that he was purportedly willing to indulge her…

Vorador let out a low, pleased growl at the feeling of those sharp fangs scraping his skin. Drawing his blood. His eyes drifted shut for a moment as he luxuriated in the sensation. As she shifted over him, he opened his eyes and let out a near-silent chuckle. Leaning upwards, he let his fangs scrape over her breast for a moment before drawing the nipple into his mouth, suckling upon it.

Trap it might be, but it was a well-baited one… and one that he did not mind springing.

Kay pulled back slowly, growling. She knew better than to simply yank away with such sharp teeth on her breast. Her claws stroked over his cheek before sliding down to dig into his chin, forcing his mouth away from her body. The claws dug deeper still, drawing dark, purple-red vitae, which she smeared with her thumb.

"Now… Did I say you could touch me?" Kay asked, a dangerous purr echoing in her voice.

He allowed her to pull his mouth from his prize. Shifting his chin in her grasp, he smiled innocently at her, ignoring the blood spilled.

"Well… you did not say that I could not touch you, now did you?" he said, all but purring out his counterargument.

"Brat," she muttered before pulling back fully.

Popping the cock ring into her mouth and tucking it against the side of her cheek, she crawled onto the bed. A sensual prowl. For a moment, it seemed that she might do nothing else to punish him for his impertinence… then her claws lashed out harshly, cutting five deep furrows into his skin just below the six-pack of his abs. The blow was aimed just right to avoid hitting the massive length of his hardened cock as it lay heavily against his form.

The idle thought of how funny it was that what might be a healthy body for a vampire or a half-demon was very much an unhealthy one for a human passed through her mind. The physical differences were intriguing...

Said cock jerked at the blow, arching up and away from where it lay for a moment before its weight bore it back down against the plains of his now bleeding abdomen. Vorador's face twisted into a pained grimace and a low hiss escaped him as the wounds began to heal. Not an unexpected punishment, but still a touch too close to sensitive parts for his liking. Well, danger was part of the game this eve! He contained a satisfied grin.

The fact that she'd popped that flexible cock-ring into her mouth did not go unnoticed either. Vorador's eager length twitched at the thought of her going down on him to put said ring in place. The only danger lay in the sharp point of her fangs, but even that thought merely spurred his lust to greater heights.

Oh, but that pained expression and hiss soothed her aching pride quite a bit. She leaned forward, angling her body so that they were all but in a sixty-nine position. Kay's breath ghosted over the head of his length. A cool, teasing wash of air. Rather than pay it any further attention, she leaned closer and licked the blood from his abs, tongue darting briefly into the healing wounds before they could close entirely.

Her hands glided over his broad hips, claws scratching lightly before abruptly digging in to hold him in place.

A growling moan escaped Vorador's lips. He raised his head, watching her movements with hooded eyes. The way she lapped up his skin, little tongue darting sweet and quick… What an enticing little thing. His lips curled in a brief snarl as those sharp claws pierced his hide. The wounds would heal in short order… If she bloody well removed those claws, that is.

He shifted his hips to and fro, less out of discomfort and more to invite her to explore the length and heft his erection. A wordless, almost teasing entreaty was sent along the pathways of the Whisper. Coaxing and seductive. A subliminal plea that was weak enough that it could be ignored. Had she been tending to him in a submissive role, she'd have been hard-pressed to stand against the full weight of his Aura if he had demanded such attention instead.

But that was for another day… if at all. Best to lure her in first. To give the whelp a reason to seek him out in the future.

Kay felt that mental 'plea' and snarled. Her fangs sank into his abs several times in quick succession as punishment. Claws dug deeper still into his sides. Plea though it might have been couched as, it was still an unwanted pressure in her skull. Far, far too similar to the pressing weight of command that she was becoming used to. She'd had quite enough of that recently, thank you very much.

"Do not reach out to me like that again," Kay snarled against that dark emerald hide before lapping up the fresh blood.

A louder, hissing groan escaped his lips. Talons flexed. Wrists pulled at the chains about them. The resistance to his strength was adequate, but they would break quickly enough if he ever chose to exert his full strength. Rather than make a bid for freedom, he allowed his muscles to relax. Allowed his head to fall back against the bed.

"Hnnn…" a rumble built in his chest before his breath escaped him in a soft sigh. "As you wish, little Kay."

Kay removed her claws from his sides only when she was sure of his continued good behavior. Leisurely lapping up the last of his blood, she contemplated the toys laying on the bed. Humming to herself, Kay picked up the squirting toy and poured lube into the syringe, pressing down on the plunger until some of the lube beaded at the tip. She spread the lube around the head of the toy with her thumb before pressing it between the cheeks of his ass.

Gentle, teasing pressure was applied to the tight ring of his ass. Kay smirked to herself, moving the cock-ring so it was between her teeth. She reached out with her free hand to swiftly take hold of cock, angling the head so she could engulf him with her mouth. Uncaring of her fangs, she pushed down, swallowing him as quickly as she could while using lips, fang, and tongue to guide the ring down his length. The toy was pushed harshly into his rear at the exact same time.

Vorador's breath left him in a rush, his hips arching upwards as she took his length in her mouth. As the toy slid into his ass. Beyond that first reflexive movement, he held himself still. The feel of her lips and tongue was divine. The danger of her fangs against such sensitive flesh was a wondrous torment. Each scratch of fang against flesh made him hiss and groan. The wounds healed swiftly enough, and the feel of her tongue over the healing skin was heavenly.

"Cruel little tease," he said, voice thickening with lust and desire.

If he thought she was being a tease now, well. Kay chuckled around him, the noise muffled as she slowly pushed further down his length. The lack of a gag reflex and the 'practice' with Kain made it easier to swallow down every inch of that large cock. Every drop of blood drawn by her fangs only heightened her desire for more. More of his blood. More of his pain. Her tongue washed over him where it could reach until it was pinned in place, her mouth too full to allow for movement. She tucked the ring into place at the base of him with lips and teeth lightly teasing over the hardened flesh. The dildo in his ass was shifted about, plunging deeper as she sought out that sensitive node.

Oh, but she is well-practiced, isn't she? Vorador thought to himself, eyes sliding shut. A frisson of pained pleasure seared through him.

Dainty fangs nicking his cock. That deft little tongue working his flesh where it could reach. The sweetness of Kay's lips… Even the firm, seeking pressure from that toy conspired against him. Almost undid him as it bumped the spot she had hunted so ardently for. But, alas, the ring was tucked into place in a most timely, or rather untimely, manner, cutting him off from release despite him being buried to the hilt in her mouth and throat.

"Haaaannngh," Vorador let out a growling sigh, eyes opening to mock-glare at the top of the woman's head. "You are an evil creature… little Kayne."

Kay paused in her ministrations at the sound of her name. Of course, the clever bastard figured it out. Why was she surprised? She let her tongue tease over the head of his length as she pulled back and looked back at him with narrowed eyes. Claws trailed along the full length of him, coming to a stop at the slick tip. One dainty claw oh so gently slid down an inch and pushed against his length as if she might cut or pierce the intact frenulum. She pushed no harder, but the threat was there.

"Keep that name behind your teeth when talking to me or about me, old man," she said in a low, alluring tone that was still somehow full of threat. "There are many who would do me harm if they find out that little kernel of truth."

"Oh?" Vorador's eyes narrowed, ears twitching with his curiosity… and with a small amount of trepidation. Having a claw threatening his manhood was… well. "And who would threaten such a charming little thing like yourself?"

He held still. Not the deathly or statuesque stillness that his kind could mimic, but close enough. His breath was kept shallow. His control leashed by centuries of practice. Oh, he'd had plenty of piercings over the years, but he was in no rush to obtain a new one…

"The Razielim, for one," Kay answered with a soft snort of amusement. Her eyes trailed over his form, well pleased with his movements. Or rather, the lack thereof. She pulled her claw away. "Anyone who might have a grudge against Kain and assume that I am a better target, both because I am now his Childe and his Mirror."

The toy in his rear passage was pushed as deep as it could go, only about five inches, before she pushed the plunger down, jerking the length back and forth at the same time. Press and pause. Press and pause. The pressure and jerking movements were meant to mimic a true cock spilling inside the Elder.

Vorador would have said more, perhaps even offered assurances of his silence as he was not one to risk a fledgling's life so carelessly, but her sudden movements cut off his speech quite thoroughly. A pleased groan escaped his lips. Fangs were bared briefly, and he let his head fall back against the soft mattress. Now that her claws no longer threatened his length, he allowed his hips to undulate, moving with the thrusts of the toy. His entire body shifted and writhed enticingly against the bed. A silent entreaty for more.

What a pretty picture he makes, Kay thought to herself, a smile curling her lips upwards. She was being a touch more time than she might have been otherwise, but that was fine. For now.

Once the syringe's contents were emptied within his bowels, she eased the toy from his ass and set it aside. She then reached for the half-melted ice and, using the sharp tips of her claws only, picked up a single cube. It was tempting to let a few stray drops land upon that engorged length, but she decided against it. Instead, she let those trembling droplets land upon his stomach and chest.

A strained hiss escaped his lips as the first droplet fell against his warm skin. Each drop landed and felt for a moment like anyone else might expect. Cool. Almost refreshing… and then the burning sensation started. A point of concentrated heat that would melt off more than one layer of a fledgling's skin…

But he was no fledge, and the pain faded swiftly, the droplets seemingly evaporating at a faster rate than they logically should have.

"Hn," Kay tilted her head as the droplets sizzled and disappeared. She then leaned forward, pressing the ice cube against his lower chest. Her voice was a dangerous purr. "No going limp on me, old man."

The cube was slowly drawn up over his chest to his well-defined pecs. There was a pause before the cube moved again to slowly circle closer and closer toward one dusky green nipple. Kay's eyes slowly filled with a purely sadistic light, mouth opening as a soft and eager sigh escaped her as she tilted the cube just so as to allow the melting water to bead and fall against that raised peak.

Vorador's lips pulled back in a pained grimace, fangs visible for a brief moment. A male unused to bedroom-associated tortures might find himself flagging under the onslaught. Thankfully, his many centuries of unlife, and the cock-ring, helped keep him at attention. He allowed several soft, pained noises to escape his throat as the melting ice moved closer and closer toward one of the few sensitive areas on an Elder's body. As it was, even he couldn't help but let out a brief, near-bellowing snarl of pain as that droplet hit, sizzled, and evaporated against his nipple. His body curled inward reflexively, chains going taunt… but he controlled the urge to pull free with an iron-clad will.

"Evil little creature," he growled, head and upper body falling back against the bed. His eyes had bled white and continued to glow brightly for a few moments before the light faded. The sadistic rapture on her face… he chuckled. "Enjoying yourself, lovely little whelp?"

"Oh, very much so," she said, voice low and husky. She waited for the moisture to dissipate, and how odd it was witnessing how water reacted against Vorador's skin before leaning forward to flick her tongue over the abused and healing peak. "The noises you make are… well. One might say they make me giddy."

Chuckling darkly, she swirled the cube about over his chest, bringing the melting ice teasingly close to his other nipple before darting it away and down toward his abs. Each stray droplet was tracked with a fascinated, lustful eye. Each pained noise he made heightened her pleasure. Her legs shifted, pressing together… ah, but she was quite wet. Perhaps… no. She was enjoying this little game. The cube melted down to a sliver, and she let it go, leaving it to melt between the plains of his stomach. She reached back for another cube blindly…

And unwittingly dipped her fingers into the risen water.

The tears that her claws had made in the leather gloves allowed water to seep in and press against her skin. She pulled back with a startled, frantic hiss, wrenching the glove off and quickly shoving her hand against the bedding to dry her fingers.

Vorador startled at her movements and pushed himself up as much as possible despite the chains around his wrists. He knew well the distressed hissing of a fledgling. Muscles bulged, ready to break the bindings… only to go still.

How strange. There was no hissing beyond the noises coming from Kay's own throat. Vorador's eyes narrowed on her hand as she worked to pat it dry.

"Whelp," he began before growling loudly to get her attention. "Kayne! Calm yourself! Your skin is not burning."

Kay jolted and went still, those widened eyes flying up to meet his own before looking back at her hand. Holding her fingers closer to her face, she found that he was right. There was no telltale sign of burned and melted skin. She was whole. Undamaged. Forcing her racing heart to calm, she turned back to the bowl of mostly water and pulled it close. Her fingers twitched, clenching into a shaky fist before she gingerly poked a pinky into the water up to the first knuckle...

Nothing happened.

"Holy shit. It worked," Kay muttered, eyes wide.

"What worked?" Vorador asked, still sitting up awkwardly and warily eyeing the whelp's movements. He was ready to wrench her hand away the moment she showed signs of discomfort and damn the chains.

"I…" she paused for a moment, swirling her pinky around idly. "Suffice to say that events happened in such a way that Kain was given immunity to water. That Gift seems to have passed to me automatically…"

"Useful indeed," Vorador said after a moment of silent contemplation. He'd lost more than one Childe to True Death due to Gift Theft by a jealous Sibling. "Many would kill to obtain such a Gift. I suggest you keep quiet about this immunity, little Kay."

"And you'll keep quiet about it as well?" she asked stiffly, slowly dipping more fingers into the water.

"You've long since proved yourself to be a valuable ally to our kind, little Kay. Even before you became Kith and Kin," Vorador said, keeping his voice low. Soothing. A gentle purring rumble built in his chest. "I am not one to betray my allies. If you are as aware of my history as you seem, then you should know this already."

"I am aware…" she said hesitantly. Trust was difficult for the proud woman, and she knew better than most to assume one's Mirror was exactly the same as oneself. Vorador was not Victoria, no matter how similar they seemed at times with their flirtations. And yet… "I will trust your word. For now."

She shook her fingers off before catching the thickest remaining bit of ice. Setting the bowl on the wide footboard, and thus out of the way of stray limbs, she moved back to Vorador's side and teased the ice up and down along the inner thigh of the leg furthest from her.

Taking the subject at hand as 'closed,' Vorador let out a pained sigh as she resumed her little game and let himself fall back against the bed in an alluring sprawl. His leg twitched in reflexive agony as the ice melted against his skin. Tempting though it was to draw attention to his cock, even he dared not risk the ice against the hardened flesh. Instead, as he allowed his body its reflexive twitches and jerks away from the ice, he also shifted his other leg so that his knee brushed against her own limbs. A nudging pressure.

Another silent offer of something to grind against.

An offer that was summarily ignored. Again. Kay let out a huff of amused annoyance and shifted around his extended leg, momentarily pressing the ice to the offending limb in punishment. Satisfied that her warning would be heeded, for the moment at least, she began to tease the quickly melting cube up the leg she'd been originally focused on… until the ice threatened to brush against one testicle.

Vorador winced at the warning press of ice and moved his leg out of her way. As long as she enjoyed herself, and he was not terribly injured, he would simply endure her efforts to… He inhaled sharply, fangs bared briefly in warning as the ice teased far too close to such sensitive flesh. A reflexive warning growl built in his chest...

And yet, he remained still and pliant beneath her hands. Golden eyes tracking her every movement.

"Are you threatening me, old man?" she purred softly, moving the ice back and forth. So. Very. Close.

"Would I dare do something so crass as that?" Vorador asked, lips shifting into a dangerous grin. A challenge.

"Yes," she responded, flashing him a Cheshire grin. Nary a second later, and the ice brushed over the base of his sack. Her expression was eager. Lustful and dangerous.

The bellow that escaped Vorador's throat was in no way feigned. His body jerked upwards, curling in on itself reflexively. Chains rattled ominously as if about to snap. Eyes glowed white… and then faded back to gold as he allowed himself to fall near to bonelessly against the bed, though he kept himself angled so he could see her face. His breathing hissed audibly between bared teeth for a few moments. Yet, throughout it all, his eyes never left her own.

Glorious. That was wonderful. Absolutely divine… Kay wanted more, and yet at the same time, the fact that he had met and held her gaze so pricked at her. Angered her. She lunged as he fell back, keeping the ice precariously over that sensitive skin as she caught his throat in her hand. Claws dug into the skin, breaking it and drawing little beads of blood.

"Stop. Challenging. Me," Kay growled through clenched teeth.

Vorador's lips quirked at her order. A there and gone hint of a grin. Oh, but he was tempted to push. To, as she put it, be a 'brat' and anger her further. Still, with the ice so close to his nethers…

"As you wish, little Kay," he said with a pained growl, averting his gaze from her own.

His eyes trailed down along her body… And he could see the line of wetness trailing along her inner thighs where she'd rubbed them together earlier. Could smell her eagerness in the air. Oh, how he longed to be buried in that wet heat…

"And stop calling me 'little,'" she growled in frustration, shoving him away from her with a huff.

Licking the blood from her claws, Kay moved the ice close to his sack once more. The cube passed quickly over each thigh. A threat. A warning. A promise. Her eyes flashed white, and she grinned cruelly. The melting ice passed once more over the thin flesh of his balls, and when his body arched to escape the pain, she darted forward, engulfing the head of his length in her mouth.

Yet another snarling bellow of pain escaped Vorador's throat as he allowed his body to react as it needed. As she needed. The noise broke off with a strained, pleased hiss. To have her mouth wrapped warm and wet upon his cock after such agony was blissful. A torturous relief. He relaxed against the bed as the minor burn healed.

"Very well then, Kay," Vorador said, voice tinged with pain.

Kay could feel that tension. Could smell his pain and desire. Knew that he wanted to fuck her mouth and throat. Her eyes trailed over his form, and she chuckled around that thick head, her tongue sweeping over his skin. Purring darkly, she passed the cube over his sack, first over the right testicle and then the left to give them time to heal. All to force him to thrust into her mouth.

~'Mistress,'~ she growled into his mind. ~Not Kay. Not right now.~

"Haaaaaggrnnnh!" Vorador's roar echoed loud enough to shake the glass panes of her windows.

His body bucked upwards with every painful swipe of ice against his skin. It hurt. Oh, how it hurt. But the pain was balanced out by the heaven of her mouth around him. His talons itched to tear into the chains. To tangle in her hair. To make her swallow him whole…

But he controlled himself and very carefully did not break free. No, he merely limited himself to shallow, helpless seeming thrusts in and out of that hot mouth.

He also did not call her 'mistress.'

Kay's eyes narrowed hungrily on the larger male as he jerked about for her. She allowed that length to knock against the back of her throat before swallowing harshly each time. Each snarl and hissed breath was wondrous. His willingness to submit to such agony was divine. She pulled back and dropped the cube against the bed so that it fell between the cheeks of his ass, knowing that he would have to arch up to avoid the constant touch as it melted against the bed. Then she yanked the gloves from her hands, making sure her fingers were dried entirely before she reached between her legs to tease at her mound.

"Call me 'mistress,'" she said, voice low. Hungry. Demanding.

He did not stop the low, growling whine from escaping his throat as she pulled back. As she denied him that lovely mouth. Vorador winced as the ice fell against his body, arching up and away from it so that his lower body was held in the air by strong legs. And yet, despite that, a croon escaped his lips as she moved to touch herself. Feline-like pupils widened and then narrowed as he stared at her with an equally hungry gaze. His eyes met her own, and he smirked.

"Ah?" he purred and smirked at her, fangs bared. "Make me."

Kay's fingers froze against her clit at his words. His challenge. Her head tilted slightly to the side as she slowly blinked. A soft snort escaped her after a moment.

"Brat," she murmured, slowly shifting to the side of the bed to grab the dildo and the connecting harness in one hand.

Before he could respond, she reached out with her other hand to grab the bowl of water and bits of ice. She then tossed the contents on the bed below his raised body. He would be forced to remain in his current position unless he wanted to burn his backside. The bowl was then tossed to the side as she lazily began to fasten the harness into place on her person.

Vorador let out a pained hiss as droplets of water splashed up against his backside, arching higher still to avoid what he could. Evil little creature to trap him in such a position. Evil, but he could see the mounting pleasure in her eyes as he gave her the excuses she needed to escalate things. That same desire ratcheted his own to greater heights. Even with the danger literally at his back, he let out nothing but a low growl.

Was she nervous? Did the growl make her wary? No. Kay ignored the noise and finished fastening the harness into place. Her fingers then darted between the raised cheeks of his ass, spread the leaking lube around before stroking her slickened fingers over the head of the dildo. The motion was repeated several times as she began to stretch him with her fingers, being only partially mindful of her claws.

"I gave you an order," she said in a conversational tone.

A lower, deeper growl escaped his throat. Not a threat, but a noise of pleasure as Kay's fingers slipped inside of him. The soft squelch of the lube was music to the ears. The scrape of claws against his innards made him hiss with pain. The small wounds healed swiftly enough, leaving the area all the more sensitive. A low moan escaped his lips, and he bucked into her touch, forcing her fingers deeper.

And still, he said nothing.

Kay's eyes darkened at the continued disobedience. Her claws found and nudged at the node of tissue within him. Tempting as it was to scratch her claws over his prostate, she refrained and instead worked a third finger into his rear passage. Given the size of the toy, she'd need to make sure all four fingers fit within him if she wanted to be gentle.

And she didn't really want to be gentle, now did she?

Her free hand closed around the head of his engorged length, teasing the tip with her thumb. It was a lovely thing. Hard and dark green with trapped blood. While she was nervous at the thought of kneeling on the wet bedding, she forced herself to be confident in her apparent immunity and moved close enough to lean down and lick a trail over his balls again and again. The pads of her fingers ran firm circles over his prostate.

Deep-throated grunts escaped Vorador's throat as she worked another finger inside. Ah, but that felt good. Every indulgent bone in his body longed for more. More pleasure. More pain. The feel of that dainty hand closing about his length was a torment all its own. The knowledge that he couldn't peak until she freed him was… his body seized as her fingers teased his insides. The feel of her tongue over his flesh. His legs shook. His heartbeat sped up. Close. So close, and yet he knew…

Pain blossomed through his body as the aborted orgasm tore through him. Several white droplets of seed gathered at the tip of his length as it spasmed. A strained noise escaped his throat. It was not quite a keen. Not quite a begging sound. But it was pained and honest and true. His legs almost gave out as the sensation faded, but at the last moment, he caught himself.

"Such lovely noises," Kay purred softly, shifting his cock so that she could lap up the traces of seed beading at the tip. "You want to come so badly, don't you? You know what I want, old man, but I wonder how long you'll make me wait?"

She pulled back, pulled her fingers from his ass to stroke slick fingers over the length of the toy. For once, she mourned the fact that she had not indulged as others might have in the alternate male form she'd had during April Fool's Day. How might it feel, being buried within another in truth? To feel a wet, tight heat wrapped around a living cock. Missed opportunities and all that. But, as always, she would make do with what was available to her.

Kay scooched a little closer, rising up onto her knees, and pressed the head of the dildo firmly against that puckered hole. Her hand trailed down the length of his cock to tighten around the base. Using that hold, she pulled him towards her, forcing him onto the silicone length.

"Nnngrrrrh," Vorador's growling rumbled low in his chest as that deft tongue flicked over too-sensitive flesh. Her words were a charming little taunt and a pleased noise more akin to the purring of a large feline than a warning escaped him.

His eyes fluttered back open. Ah, but that had been gloriously agonizing. His cock twitched eagerly in Kay's grasp as she took hold of him. The semi-rough tug upon his length was a guiding force, and he shifted his legs, mindful not to let himself fall, as he did what he could to assist her in piercing his rear passage. The broad head of the length was exquisite as it breached him. Groaning low in his throat, he allowed his eyes to fall shut once more and simply allowed himself to feel.

By the Balance… he made a wondrous sight. The arch of his body as he held himself up to avoid the wet bedspread. The beatific sounds he made as she worked the length inside him. The feel of him in her hand, eager. So very eager. Kay let go of the dildo, no longer needing to guide it into place, and took hold of his broad hip. Rocking gently at first, she began to ease the phallus within him with shallow thrusts of her hips.

Inch by inch, she pierced that tight opening, knowing that the amount of lubricant injected into the passage earlier should have been more than enough to allow the toy smoother access. Indeed, each rocking thrust in and out of him moved easier and easier. Her hand slowly glided up and down his own length as she eased the toy inside, taking her time in claiming him. Once the dildo was fully buried within him, she went still, and her hand moved from his length to the base of the toy.

Glorious sensation. Vorador allowed himself to simply be as Kay stretched him open. Allowed his hips to move with her thrusts. Allowed the low groans of pleasure to spill from his lips. Again, he found himself momentarily surprised by the care she was taking. Care that was unnecessary for a vampire of his age and puissance. And yet, for the moment, it was appreciated. It made sinking into bliss easier. Made the anticipation for what was to come build in his loins.

He had no doubts that she would punish him for his continued silence when it came to her little order. And oh, how he longed to see what she would do.

Kay's eyes narrowed on the pliant yet defiant form before her. Her fingers slid around the base of the dildo, dainty claws teasing almost threatening at his spread entrance. They darted back and pressed against a small button, sending powerful vibrations dancing through the length of the toy. A second button press made the toy jerk every so often, like a living thing.

Giving him no time to adjust, her hands closed firmly about both hips. Her own hips drew back, pulling a good two inches of that now twitching length from his hole before slamming back in. The goal was to make sure she was hitting his prostate with each thrust…

Vorador jolted as the toy seemed to come alive within him. The vibrations coaxed another deep-throated groan from his throat. Powerful legs muscles shifted, and his body moved, bucking to meet that next thrust into the depths of his body. The blinding sensation of that toy hitting that node within him…

Heavenly, he thought to himself with a low growl, tilting his head to see the little Kaybe's expression. More.

For the next few moments, he powered through the woman's clawed grasp upon him. Forced himself harder upon that toy. Even one such as he could lose themselves to the pleasure… And forget for a moment the promise of obedience.

Kay let out a strangled snarl, claws digging deeper into Vorador's hips as the male almost effortlessly took control of their coupling. Damned Elder's strength. And damn him for stepping out of the agreed-upon role. Still, it was not as if she did not have the means to punish him for his actions.

Magic built under her skin danced along her fingertips. The electric charge was sent straight through him at a frequency not dissimilar to that of a taser. In the same breath, she forced her body against his own, attempting to press his lower body down. To force his backside against water-soaked sheets.

He would behave himself.

The charge of lightning hit him, causing his muscles to spasm uncontrollably. His legs shook and skidded against the sheets, losing the strength needed to hold his lower body up. A pained roar escaped his throat as his bare skin hit the wet sheets, and he flailed beneath her. Resistant as his Elder hide might be to water, it still hurt. He almost broke the chains. Almost tore free of her grip to send her flying into the far wall.

At the last second, he reigned in the enraged instinct to punish the whelp that dared to harm him. Panting heavily, he forced himself to go still. Forced himself to bare his throat and let out a growling noise that was not quite a keen.

"Kay-" he managed to say through grit teeth.

"Mistress," she interrupted viciously, fangs bared in an enraged snarl.

Using her new strength, she hefted his lower body back up and began to thrust into him. Harsh, shallow thrusts that were punishing. Cruel. She kept the pace for several moments, long enough for his back to start healing, and then bore him back down against the bed. Her hand closed back around his throat, claws digging in like sharp little razors as she sent another shock of magic through him. He would yield to her.

"You-!" his voice broke off with a snarling roar.

Inner muscles spasmed and clenched tight around the phallus as she began to take him once more. He arched into the movements with a groan, his backside alight with a metaphorical line of fire as it healed. Every thrust was a mixture of agony and bliss. His cock bounced heavily against his stomach. Hard. Aching for release. Vorador bit down on his tongue, intent on holding back for a while longer with regards to the desired title the little Kayne oh so longed to hear…

Only to let out a muffled howl and damn near bit his tongue off as he was once more forced against the water-saturated portion of the bedding. Stars danced behind his eyelids. Vicious little thing. Beautifully ferocious. Wild and free with her desires. Her rage.

Did that not deserve a reward…?

Another snarl escaped her throat. Stubborn mule of a male. Despite his continued disobedience, a thrill of sadistic pleasure washed over her. Shuddered through her in a lesser orgasm. The toy vibrated against her mound as much as it did his insides, and it felt extraordinary to be taking him like this. To have the Elder make such noises for her.

"Glorious," she murmured, claws withdrawing from his neck. Her fingers flexed over his skin, smearing dark, purple-red blood over the emerald hue of his flesh. "I can see why they called Vampires 'Dark Gods' on your world. You can take so much, can't you?"

Her hand trailed down the line of his throat, along the front of his chest. Lines of blood were left behind. She teased her claws over his stomach before lifting his lower body back up off the bed. Keeping her thrusts measured and calculated to glide over his prostate, she indulged for several moments before closing her blood-slicked hand around his cock, letting her palm glide down to close over the base of him. She pressed the sharp claw of her pinky against the band around his length.

"You know what I want to hear, Vor-a-dor," she purred in a low, teasing voice.

"Haaaah… I do," Vorador said with a growling moan.

He shifted his legs to brace himself once more, rising to meet those deliberate thrusts. He rolled his tongue around in his mouth, gathering the spilled blood. It was tempting, viciously tempting, to spit the blood gathered into Kay's face. Oh, how she would rage.

On the other hand, he was eager for release. Eager to spill in the whelp's hand. He had enough stamina to go again. Several times if she so wished.

Choices. Choices.

Kay tensed, hand tightening around the base of his cock. She knew the look in his eyes. Knew that he was contemplating something that would upset her. Bayonetta had often had such a look when she wanted to push Kay's buttons. Wanted to be a brat that needed correcting. A low growl built in her chest before she could stifle it. She pulled carefully at the band with her claw, letting him see the sharp edge as it began to cut through it. Tilting her head and ceasing her thrusts, she waited for him to make his choice.

"Hnnn," Vorador hummed thoughtfully, meeting that irritated gaze. His eyes fell to where they were joined, where her claw was ready to cut the binding.

He swallowed the blood in his mouth and licked his lips. Gold eyes rose to meet Kay's own, and he smirked playfully at her.

"What do you wish of me," he began, his voice a sultry purr, "Mistress?"

Her pupils widened and then narrowed hungrily on his form. Pleasure seared through her at the title. Her claw cut through the band of silicone, causing it to fly off to the side as all that tension was released. Purring low in her throat, she tapped the button on the base of the dildo once more, causing it to vibrate faster still. Kay bore him once more to the bed, hand closing around his length, pumping it quickly and harshly as she braced her other hand on the bed next to his head.

"I want your pain," she growled, looming over him, forcing him to curl inwards so she could crush her lips against his own in a brief but harsh kiss. Her thrusts were shallow and quick at this angle. "I want you to cum despite and because of the agony flaring along your spine. I want you to howl for me."

A broken-off snarl escaped his lips. Sparks danced behind his eyelids as the pain hit him once more. It was lesser this time, the water having dissipated enough against his skin that the sheets weren't quite so soaked. The feel of her hand stroking him, so rough and good at the same time, was a sweet counterpoint to the agony. Vorador allowed the strained, growling cries to freely escape his throat as she slammed in and out of his stretched hole.

"Kay. Little Kayne. Vicious, lovely little Mistress," he murmured rapidly, his voice deepening into a nearly unintelligible growl the closer he got to his peak. He arched his head back, willingly offering his throat to her. "Yes. That's it. Take it. Break me open and take what you need from me, little Mistress. Little Kay. Ferocious little creature. Yes!"

Galling as it was to once more be called little, Kay was willing to let it go as she chased after her pleasure. As she pumped his length faster, thumb moving to tease around the tip of his length with every upward stroke. Her eyes narrowed on that bared throat. Now that was a temptation that she could not resist.

She lunged for him, fangs sinking deep into the toughened hide. It took more effort than it might have, had he been Human, but by the Balance, was the effort worth it. Power-rich vitae spilled over her tongue in a wash of energy and flavor that she almost saw stars behind her eyes. Kay's hand tightened around his shaft, and her thrusts stuttered. An orgasm rocked through her unexpectedly, and a choked moan echoed wetly through the room as blood spilled from her mouth.

A bellowing cry escaped his throat as those dainty fangs sank into his skin. Vorador bucked beneath her, barely able to contain his strength and not break the chains about his wrists. His cock twitched madly as he came and came hard. Her uncoordinated thrusts still pushed wonderfully against his innards, milking and drawing out the powerful orgasm. Seed spilled over her fingers, his stomach, and his chest, painting their skin with the pearly white fluid.

"Oh, yes," he growled, voice deepened by the pleasure of it all. "Glorious little mistress."

She pulled back from his throat and eagerly lapped up the spilled blood. In short order, her thrusts became steady and then slowed entirely. Kay continued to lap at his skin, even as her hand trailed over and squeezed his shaft as if to milk every last drop of seed from him and more. That truly had been glorious. His willing surrender to her demands had been just what she needed.

"That was… good," she purred, lifting her mouth from his skin.

"Just good?" he asked with a playful frown. He leaned up to brush his lips against Kay's, lingering there for a moment before pulling back. "Surely it was better than just 'good.' Are you not satisfied at having mounted an Elder?"

He lifted his legs, wrapping them around her waist and forcing her deep inside. A rumbling groan escaped him at the movement. That wonderful, damnable toy was still vibrating away within him. Stirring his insides. If she so wished, he would be able to go again and again. He truly hoped that she would want to.

"And why in the hell would I want you to get a bigger head than you already have?" Kay said, leaning back from the kiss. She nipped at the tip of his nose, fangs just missing it on purpose. "And yes, I am satisfied. More settled, if you will."

"Hn… that was the goal," Vorador responded with a low chuckle. He shifted and let out a strained hiss as raw skin rubbed further against the wet bedding. "If you would be kind enough to allow me to shift away from the soaked portion of the bed?"

"Oh? And why should I do that?" Kay asked with a low laugh. Her fingers fell to the buckles holding the harness in place around her hips, undoing them. She then deftly buckled the harness around his own hips to keep the dildo buried snuggly in his ass. She did not, however, turn it off. Instead opting to get up and gather a few more of her toys. "Who said I was finished with you?"

"Ah, that is gratifying to hear," Vorador said, shifting his hips testingly after she bound that clever toy of hers in place. He leaned back against the bed with a pained rumble, eyes narrowing briefly on a rather small form tucked into the corner on the ceiling. He smirked at it before looking back to Kay.

"Maybe if you're a good boy, I'll let you come again," she purred, looking back at him over her shoulder.

"I look forward to seeing what else you might come up with," he responded with a laugh. His smirk turned vicious. "Little mistress."

"Brat," she growled, coming back over to the bed with a cat-o-nine-tails and another cock-ring. "Keep it up, and I'm giving you a Jacob's ladder."

"A what?" he asked in a deadpan voice, looking at her with a raised brow.

The vicious, sultry laughter that escaped her at his question had him back at attention in short order.

Oh, but it was glorious seeing someone let go like this...

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