One More Night Of Sin..

[Razielle Alastor]

Years had passed, and yet very little had changed within the walls of the Kirrek fortress, christened the Elysium stronghold, the age battered manse perched atop a cliff overlooking an antiquated village beneath. It was the dwelling place of monsters. Two in specific who had held together the traditions of their Elders, the other monsters that had bequeathed their present lives upon them - Razielle Shadana, Vampire Mistress and Sith Knight, and the only soul she'd cared enough for to share her existence with, Salem Ave..

Others came and went as the whim took them, but they were the only two that remained permanent fixtures in the oddly beautiful crumbling heap that they had made their home.

As she was slightly older, vampirically speaking, than Salem, Razielle's dark sleep left her sooner than it did the one she had made. For a few moments after the light of Koros faded, she was alone, left looking over his still sleeping, unmoving form. Monstrous, some would say, but he was absolutely perfect to her mind.

Hunger always was the first order of business upon awakening. This eve, she had a craving for the one beside her, and while he was still locked in the arms of oblivion, she rolled him onto his back and sat astride him with a smile.

After all, it wasn't like he would protest.

He would wake to find the elongated canines of the one who loved him buried in his neck as she drained him of the will to resist. Leaning forward, she brought her face close to the cool flesh of his throat, inhaling the singular smell of the blood beneath the surface. The tip of her tongue darted out from between her red lips to lick across the surface of a particularly juicy vein, just before her mouth lowered over it, teeth sinking in to draw out his taste, feeding herself with his flavor...

[Salem]

At such times – when the world was a dim nebulous thing only just beginning to reform before his senses – instinct was all Salem had. It was instinct that, with inhuman speed, brought one cloven hand slamming hard against Razielle's throat. It was instinct that locked his claws around her pale neck. It was his nature to sneak up on others, and so there was something particularly unsettling about the idea that someone had got the jump on him when he was at his most vulnerable.

Unsettling, at least, until he scented who it was. His vice-grip on her grew weaker, but only by a fraction. “..You sss-houldn't do that.”

[Razielle Alastor]

With his claws still around her throat, Razielle sat backward, her eyes closed in pleasure as the last succulent drops slid down her throat. Opening the eerily glowing violet orbs, she ran her tongue across her blood-stained teeth with a sigh of contentment, clearly not at all concerned for her own well being. Stronger than she looked, she pushed against his hold until her face was a whisper away from his and then smiled.

"Why..? Are you going to hurt me?" Gentle fingertips, brushed the uneven tumble of dark hair from his brow, amusement warring with adoration in her eyes.

She was not unwilling to give back what she had taken, in fact.. Razielle would revel in the act. Still sitting atop him, she bared her pale throat, tilting her head to the side with a challenge in her eyes. "Going to tear at my pretty flesh?"

[Salem]

She was baiting him, knowing full well how it was in both of their natures to rise to such taunts, but Salem had never been one easily provoked. As his senses returned and sharpened, he began to sit up, his claws tightening around her throat once again.

“You'd enjoy that, wouldn't you.”

[Razielle Alastor]

Unfortunately, the newly tightened hold of his claws around her pale neck constricted her throat in such a manner that speech was impossible. It hurt, but deliciously so and her only answer was a slight arching of one dark brow, as if to ask him if he was going to make good on his threats, or...?

Not yet done provoking her eternal counterpart, she rolled her hips forward in a slow grind, showing him exactly what she would like..

There were times when she could almost thank the heartless she-bitch of a succubus, Lucidique, for her former enchantment on him. If nothing else, it had shown Salem that there were better things to do with his sire's flesh than simply gnaw on it for the purpose of sating his infernal hunger..