Aurelia Enticed And Ensnared

Aurelia - Gwardian Goddess

Aurelia Enticed and Ensnared

By Void

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Published by Void

Everything contained within this story is a work of fiction, and comes under the blanket of fantasy. The story contains graphic and explicit adult scenarios depicting sexual and violent themes that may be offensive to some readers. Nothing depicted in this story is intended to glorify or encourage the reality of that content - it is all purely fantasy.

Names, characters and places within this story are used fictitiously or are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblances to actual persons, alive or dead, or locations, or businesses are unintended and coincidental. All characters depicted in this story are aged 18 or over.

This story is intended for an adult audience ONLY. Only read if you are aged 18+. Keep out of the reach of minors.

The Long Purge

The Long Purge had come to Chicago.

Tonight was simply the latest in a war that dated back to when mankind still lived in caves and was just learning to harness the use of fire. It was the flickering embers of what had once been a raging inferno; a war once waged in the heavens between the divine.

The Gwardians' war against the Taint.

The Goddess had seen the war from its beginning all the way to this night.

She had been there when the Taint perverted her people and when the war laid waste to all that she knew. She was there when the Taint sought refuge in the nascent people of mankind to recover itself and begin again. She was there when the last of her people fell in the final battle to kill the Progenitor. She watched the light fade from the unspeakable being's eyes as she ended it herself and consigned it to oblivion. She had fought the Taint as it had tried to claim her very flesh and she had played her part in spawning the Taint's final effort to infect humanity. She was there to witness the birth of the sixteen blood lords; the final disciples of the Progenitor and the avatars of mankind's contamination. She was there when the blood lords first sired their infection into humanity and began the cycle of corruption anew as the dying remains of the Taint clung on to existence.

She had initiated the Long Purge to stamp out the abominations that plagued mankind. She had hunted the Tainted ones down through the ages, diligently scouring each successive generation as one brood sired another like a malignant cancer. As much as the Taint evolved and changed to try to return to its former glory, the Goddess was there to stifle it at every turn. Each successive generation the infection took away from the Progenitor saw it weaken just a little more, making the more recent abominations mere shades compared to their Tainted forbears.

Humanity gradually came to know the sickness that stalked them over the years, though for the most part it was locked in myth, religion and superstition rather than true fact or history. In mankind's lore they called their Tainted kin 'Vampires', 'Daemons' and a host of other titles. Most grew to have an understanding of the abominations in their midst, but vanishingly few ever believed it to actually be true - and fewer still of those believers were tolerated to live by the Tainted ones.

So it had been for hundreds of years. The Long Purge had saved humanity from the worst predations of the Taint, and more than that had seen the demise of twelve of the mighty blood lords, leaving only four of the original abominations.

And now the Goddess's hunt had come to Chicago.

This particular brood were a splinter of Gideon's progeny, the fifth blood lord. The Goddess had executed the devious archfiend over seventy years ago, but still the work of stamping out his bloodline went on - with this latest brood being the eleventh splinter she had tracked down to eradicate. They were separated from their patriarch by two generations of sires, making them pale imitations of Gideon's might, but they had grown powerful and confident feeding on the people of the city over the years.

Their confidence had been their undoing.

As more cases were reported throughout the city of people going missing, and of strange, withered bodies being found, it was blindingly obvious to the Goddess that a brood was loose in the city. The moment she arrived in Chicago her preternatural senses detected their Taint like a foul odour, and the closer she got to their den the more she sensed her quarry. She could feel them, almost like the beat of her own heart, until she could even detect the scent of their blood - recognising the subtle indicators that revealed them as Gideon's misbegotten children.

Tonight, the Purge will continue in Chicago. Tonight, the Tainted Goddess, last of the Gwardians, will cut another tendril of the Taint, bringing Gideon's line one step closer to extinction.

It all starts with the ceremony...

Blood Sigh

Sly Mitty Cortez always had his finger on the pulse of the city, and he read the people bustling about its busy streets like the back of his own hand. He knew trouble when he saw it, and he knew opportunity.

He had clocked the pretty brunette as she came up the stairs from the subway into the cool night air, looking lost and meek. She had briefly made eye contact with him as she had walked past, her vivid green eyes catching his attention before she nervously averted his gaze and marched on down the street with her head down. Cortez's eyes had crawled all over the beautiful woman, drinking in every inch of her from her stylish punk boots up to her short bob of thick brown hair. Her short black skirt left her long pristine legs on display and he enjoyed the sight of her walking away from him. Above it she wore a close-fitting, short-sleeve, dark green shirt that clung around her lithe figure, buttoned up to just above her modest bust. Around her hands she wore elegant lace fingerless gloves, which screamed how out of her element this girl was in this neighbourhood.

With a 'professional' eye he also took in the details that marked her out from the crowd. Her vintage silver watch had that brand quality that Cortez just knew meant it would be worth a king's ransom, and the same could be said for her classy silver earrings, or the sleek, ornate-looking necklace around her neck. Around one of her shoulders was an expensive-looking small black satchel, which the woman clutched as though it were her most prized possession - causing Cortez's imagination to run wild with the possibilities.

She was absolutely perfect. Fellow prowlers of the streets like Cortez gave the derogatory name of 'whales' to finds such as her. Those rare cases where a victim had everything a man like Cortez could hope for.

She was carrying tens of thousands of dollars' worth of prospective loot, she was lost and alone, she was helpless, and she was the sexist piece of ass Cortez had ever seen. Her body language and the deer-in-headlights look she had given Cortez as she had walked past was the final straw for him - he was absolutely going to take this woman for everything she had.

Everything.

Cortez had detached himself from the wall he was resting on and trailed the woman from a dozen or so meters behind her. He enjoyed the nervous glances she gave around herself every now and then, making it painfully evident that she was out of her depth in this part of town.

It was like blood to a shark; her fear attracted Cortez to her more and more.

He had been in this game a long, long time. Cortez had lost count of the number of women he had raped and stolen from - so he knew to be patient with this brunette. She was a special prize but he would risk ruining his ability to enjoy all of her if he rushed this. He needed to get her alone, when there was no one around who could interrupt.

After patiently tailing her down a few more blocks, they started to enter into a quieter part of the downtown area, with less and less people around them. It made it harder for Cortez to seem inconspicuous, but it also mattered less and less as the dark-haired woman's window to call for help grew smaller and smaller.

Then, after one last nervous glance around herself, the woman turned off the street and made her way down a narrow back alley. Cortez grinned as he watched her move in to the alley, amazed at his fortune.

This girl really was perfect. It was like some sort of divine gift.

Cortez glanced around briefly to check none of the few people on the street were watching and then he followed the girl into the alley, increasing his pace to a fast walk. His smile grew even wider as he saw the alley came to a dead-end at a locked metal fence.

The woman seemed not to notice until she walked right up to the fence. She gave a groan of frustration as she realised her error, sounding to Cortez's ear like the exaggerated noise of someone who was quietly panicking because they knew they were in trouble.

As she turned around to go back the way she came, Cortez reached into his jacket pocket to produce his model 44 revolver while his other hand rested idly on the handle of the flick knife in his belt.

'You look awful lost, lady,' he said as she turned to face him, making her jump with surprise. 'It's a damn good thing I found you. A

damn

good thing.'

She looked him up and down as she took a step back away from him, 'N-no... I'm f-fine, thanks.' She brought her arms around in front of her body to defensively hug herself, making her look even more helpless.

'Hey, it's okay,' Cortez soothed her, wickedly enjoying the way his night was going, 'Why don't I help you? I could give you advice.' He stepped towards her and brandished his revolver, making the woman's eyes go wide with fright as they caught sight of it. 'My first piece of advice to you would be: don't scream, or I'll fucking kill you. Do you understand?'

The woman trembled as she backed away from him. 'Oh god,' she whimpered, 'Please don't.'

Cortez continued to walk towards her. 'Tell me you understand, bitch, or I'll kill you right now.'

'I... I understand,' she stammered. 'Please... you don't have to do this...'

'Shhh, it's okay,' Cortez cooed as he came within arm's reach of the woman. 'You're gonna be my good little princess for a bit, then, if you were a really good girl, I'll let you walk out this alley - albeit unburdened of all that pricey-looking stuff you have.' He rose up his other hand with the handle of the knife and flicked the release to produce the blade, making the girl jump again, 'That's a pretty good deal, right? You gonna be my posh little princess tonight?'

He reached up to stroke her cheek with the cold steel of the blade, making the woman quake in fear as she bowed her head down. Cortez licked his lips with anticipation as he took a step even closer to the woman, pressing her pert body up against the fence. He circled his hand with the revolver around her waist to possessively hold on to her as he pressed himself in harder against her, savouring the feel of her.

Her shoulders started shaking as she began to sob.

'Aww, it's okay, Princess,' Cortez spoke softly as he used the broad side of his blade to raise her chin to make her face him again. 'Why don't you show me how good you can be by giving me a nice kiss? Only good girls get to survive, you know...'

The woman wasn't sobbing. She was laughing.

As she raised her head to face him, Cortez could see she was smiling broadly as she fought to hold in her laughter. Her piercing green eyes looked into his with pure amusement.

This was unexpected.

Cortez furrowed his brow, not liking this bizarre change in character. 'What's so funny, bitch? You want me to cut you up?'

His words caused her smile to widen, revealing the points of two delicate fangs in the corners of her mouth. She licked her lips before she spoke, her tone husky and jovial, 'You'll do

perfectly

.'

Before Cortez could even process her words, the brunette pounced. Her knee fired up, hitting him in his crotch with enough force to push him back away from her. Her hands suddenly latched on to his wrists, gripping them in a hold that was insanely at odds with her slight frame, and she twisted both wrists inwards - literally. The movement produced sickening

cracks

from his wrists as they broke and then splintered under the horrendous force pushing them inwards.

It all happened in less time than it took for Cortez to blink.

Pain - like he had never known in his life - was only just starting to register for Cortez as the green-eyed woman whirled him around to face away from her and kicked the backs of his legs to force him to kneel on the ground. She wrenched back on his hair to pull his head back and leant in to mere inches from his exposed throat.

The pain hit with so much force that it nearly shut him down completely, going even past the point of screaming or crying out, he started to groan in horror as he was overloaded by the sensations.

She licked up the length of the side of his neck before whispering into his ear, 'You've been the ideal catch, childling. You are fortunate - you get to contribute something now in death that goes some way to redeem you for your life wasted. Your disgusting vitae will actually be used to slay real, genuine monsters... You should be honoured, childling.'

Cortez could barely hear what she was saying, let alone process what it could mean as the pain threatened to knock him out. 'Puh... please, god, no...'

'I am a

Goddess

,' she cooed into his ear, 'And I say

yes

.'

With that she revealed her fangs and bit down into the arteries of his exposed neck. The sensation was painful but at the same time oddly pleasant - so much so that it numbed Cortez's pain and started to flood his body with feelings of almost sexual excitement. He mewled helplessly as the woman drank from him, unable to move his arms and dumbstruck by the sensations of her bite.

Her arms wrapped around him like she was embracing a lover as she continued to feast, dragging her nails up his chest and stroking him like she would a loved possession. The soporific haze of the bite clouded his mind until he lost his conception of time, feeling almost like he had been here like this for an entire lifetime.

They remained in the sordid embrace for a further minute until Cortez gave one final groan of protest, sounding almost orgasmic, before he slumped altogether into the hungry arms of his murderer. The woman continued to feast on him for a further minute, making small moans herself as she enjoyed her meal, until she finally tossed her head back to take a satisfied breath. She released her hold on the husk that was once Sly Mitty Cortez and let it collapse lifelessly to the floor.

The woman stood for a moment as she savoured the post-delirium of feeding, before using her fingertips to demurely gather up the trickles of blood from either side of her mouth and bringing them to her lips to suck on them. She gave a contented sigh that misted the cool night air with a red vapour.

Aurelia, Gwardian Goddess and bane of abominations, unslung her satchel from her shoulders and opened it up to retrieve ornate leather belts holding exquisite, ancient-looking silver knives. Each of the blades was covered in a scrawl of delicate engravings, each unique from the rest. Working quickly, she clipped the two belts around her waist in a crossed fashion, with each belt angled to slope down either thigh.

Having completed a ceremony that she had practiced countless times before, she turned to leave the alley.

'Now the hunt can begin.'

The Pleasure Feeders

Aurelia moved through the dark streets with purpose. This was not a hunt that required patience or scheming - it had been quite some time since she had required either.

They were animals she had hunted for the majority of her vast lifespan. She knew their behaviours and instincts even better than she knew her own, and it made them utterly predictable to her. Though there were many subtle nuances to them between the different bloodlines and even between broods, Aurelia had seen them all so much that she knew her foe like a book she had read, cover to cover, millions of times.

It didn't matter how cunning they were or how the times changed to facilitate new types of behaviours. Nor did it matter if there were slight variations in the Taint between different broods.

She knew them like a god would know its creation - or like a mother would know her children.

Even without her preternatural senses she would still have found her first prey within the hour. As it was, it had barely taken her fifteen minutes to track it down.

On a long, dark night such as this the brood would send out at least one of their kin to gather some childling sacrifices to feed upon. Different bloodlines tended to have different methods of doing this, but most preferred the use of bars and nightclubs set in troubled neighbourhoods. They sought venues with a rich selection of young, vital childlings for the brood hunter to choose between - often opting for those childlings who were least likely to be missed. It was an easy setting for them to set upon their prospective victims and enthral them before taking them away to be fed upon.

While some bloodlines had wildly different approaches to this cliché, Aurelia knew this particular bloodline stuck to it dogmatically. The progeny of Gideon only ever wanted young, attractive victims to feed from, utilising their acute telepathy to intoxicate their victims before using the victim's pleasure as a means to link with them and absorb their life-essence - after which they would drain the blood from the withered remains of the soulless childlings.

While the Tainted ones usually received the title of 'Vampire' from the childlings, the more telepathically gifted bloodlines such as this was often titled by the childlings as 'Incubi'.

They were even more predictable than their vampire cousins, being far more enslaved to their ever-increasing, perverted appetites.

She found the club with the best balance of potential human victims and concealment from the bustling city at large, and with her first pick she found the brood's hunter.

It was embarrassingly easy for her.

She found him in the alley behind the club, having led two gorgeous blonde girls, barely older than twenty-one, out the back of the club to more deeply enthral them - as well as leech off their youthful excitement. He was consolidating their enslavement to his will, preparing them to be stolen away back to the waiting brood like lambs to the slaughter.

The hunter was a tall, lean man with dark and handsome features. His sharp attire at once picked him out to the eye and blended him into the background, acting as the perfect guise for him to go hunting in the city nightlife. From the scent of him he was around fifty - though he had the physical appearance of a man in the prime of his mid-twenties - making him an infantile creature by the standards of his kind and making it very likely he was a weak bearer of the Taint.

He had clearly seduced both girls to the point of becoming his puppets, no doubt having worked on them inside the club before leading them out the back. The two girls were likely college roommates, probably out to enjoy a night on the town, and under the vampire's instructions they passionately made out with one another as though they were lust-crazed lovers. His craft was well practised and he manipulated the young girls effortlessly, but it still looked clumsy and impish to Aurelia.