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The Night After The Ball

Kain opened his eyes and looked out the window. The sun was almost done setting; its fiery brilliance was almost below the horizon. The black of night was creeping into the dusky sky as the last golden rays were retreating. The shadows in his chamber were growing larger and eclipsing the room. Kain looked around his room. Everything was in order of course, except for the table.

There were maps flung on it with many different markings. Some were of victory or defeat while others were the identity of the conqueror. He had nearly all of Nosgoth under his control but there was still a human resistance. These humans wanted life and happiness not death and sorrow. He supposed it was only natural to want to live. It had been a long time since his life had been threatened. No one he knew had wanted to die.

He looked over to the form on his right. His queen, the beauty Umah had curled up to him in her sleep. Her violet hair had been untied and formed a beautiful fan around her.

She was breathing softly and she looked so peaceful, not at all like the warrior queen that she had been in the past and might be in the future. Dark gods she was beautiful, and she was his and only his. He wouldn't even think of giving her up even for a night.

She opened her amethyst eyes and looked around. Then she stretched out and repositioned herself in Kain's embrace. She looked into his deep gray eyes and pushed a strand of hair away from his face. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply. He could feel her smiling and couldn't help but smirk.

"You seem eager Umah. I take it that last night didn't drain you completely."

"Of course not Kain. I always have room for more from you."

She pushed herself up so she was leaning over Kain and kissed him lightly. Then she pulled away, Kain didn't appreciate this. He pulled her close to him and deftly pushed her under him so she couldn't escape.

"Now you can't escape me wench."

He told her triumphantly as he loomed over her and bent down to her neck. He kissed her and bit her tasting a bit of her blood. It was sweet but had an exotic taste to it. Much like the wines he had when he was a nobleman centuries ago. He moved down to her collarbone feeling happiness radiate from her. He finally got to he breasts and she willingly arched her back for him. How could it be that one woman would make him this gentle and caring? If he didn't know better he would think that he was going soft. Suddenly Umah rose from beneath him to kiss him tenderly and stop him from taking too much of her blood. She moved to his neck and started to kiss him. He chuckled to himself when she took some of his blood to replace her own that had been lost. He had been a bit rough with her but what was to be expected from the lord of Nosgoth? He willingly let himself sink into his feelings and drift into pure emotions.