Chandra smelled salt air, and heard waves. Curiously, it was otherwise silent, except for some creaking noises. The pitch and swell told her she was on a boat, no doubt about that. She was used to the motion, having been on the sea before. But where was she? Was the boat so small it needed no crew? Her breathing felt restricted, was she bound? What with? The sensation was oddly familiar.
Hands on her now. Pulled upright, her hands were tied behind her, around something. Then her blindfold was removed. Azreal stood before her. He wore a remade Greek sailor's shirt, lacing in the front showing dark-hued flesh all the way down his sternum. Soft black leather pants disappeared into high-cuffed sailing boots, and a sword was buckled to his left hip.
Azreal... her mistresses' mate. Chandra was bound by blood to her vampiric domitor. This allowed her some stamina and strength over "normal" humans, but also left her at her mistresses' mercy. She was no longer an individual, but owned. Azreal had often fed from Chandra along with her mistress, had tasted her blood, suckled it from her breast, and drank it from her thighs. But Chandra was never allowed to have him fully. Mistress did not like to share.
"Azreal? What are you doing?" He smiled at her, fingertip under her chin. Remembering her place, she changed her form of address. "Sir, is this a punishment?"
"Just being myself, donata. I tire of these useless games in Paris of civility and rules. In my world... when I see something I want, I take it." Chandra could not help look over his handsome form, his long black silken hair, smooth dark skin, the colour of cocoa. Every time she looked at him she had to remind herself she could not have him.
"And you want... me?"
Azreal nodded, running a hand across her hair and letting it rest over her beating heart, savoring the feel of her bosom beneath. "Indeed. Is very difficult to hunt across the waters, and I rather enjoy the way you taste." Chandra looked down at his hand and herself now, discovering her clothing had been changed...
Chandra was wearing a dress of shimmering red silk in the style of the 18th century, the bodice of which hugged her ample breasts, the nipples almost showing. It clung tightly down to her waist, where the skirt flared out, supported my multiple petticoats. It hung down to the top of her feet, only a hint of leather boot showed underneath. Trimmed in black lace, it made her every inch a lady.
Chandra took in a fluttering breath, blood racing in her veins. She decided it was better to speak the truth, since it was impossible to hide from creatures such as he. "I... have a hard time hiding how much I desire you, sir."
Azreal smiled a bit, giving the side of her neck a light lick. "As you should. You need a firmer hand than Pyra's to keep you in check, I think. And my hands are firm as stone when I so desire."
"I don't misbehave so much, do I?" Chandra smiled coyly. She had quite a track record of annoying the main ghoul of the Prince of Paris, as well as a long list of lovers.
"No. But you seem to crave a sterner master than the all-too-human Pyra. Bless her soft little heart." Azreal chuckled darkly, running a fingertip across the hem of her dress."
"How stern do you mean?" A little thrill of fear and lust ran up her spine.
"As stern as necessary. Discipline is very important in keeping pets in line. And you have many times proven that you have forgotten that you are nothing more than a pet to my kind."
"Is that all I am? All I get to be?" Chandra was about to say more, when Azreal gave her a light slap on the cheek, just enough to warm it. "Ow!" Her face darkened, upset now.
Azreal did not seem at all concerned with her reaction. "Perhaps," was his answer to her question. He noticed her fiddling with the ropes behind her, testing them. "Your bonds are quite secure, little one." He looked her up and down, a soft purr in the base of his throat.
Chandra was now a mixture of fear and longing, and her blood flowed quickly though her veins, colour high on her cheeks. The powerful kindred continued to speak. "I must admit that I enjoy your appetites, Chandra. You have a certain fearlessness about you. You know I can kill you with ridiculous ease, yet you still long for the hand of an Elder to please you."
She decided to meet his challenging words with brave ones of his own, mind working furiously to keep her alive. "It's the thrill, sir, of wanting what I cannot have. Wanting your beauty... wanting your body... wanting you." She took a deep breath of the tangy air. "Do you feel lust, sir, like I do?"
Azreal smiled his mysterious smile, tracing his fingers down the hem of her bodice, feeling her pulse rate slightly increase as he ever so slightly lowered the line a fraction of an inch. "Not like you, but we all have our hungers. I enjoy sensations and good feedings." Chandra nodded, a shiver going down her spine. He spoke again: "And I would enjoy hearing what you desire from me."
She let her lustful nature take over now, sensing it was needed. "All of it? There is plenty."
He smiled another kind of smile now, a hint of sharp fangs evident for the briefest moment before he stepped closer, his body barely pressed against the length of hers, his lips scarcely touching her ear. His voice was a soft purr. "All of it, little one... impress me."
Chandra stared at Azreal's shimmering silken hair, the curve of his ear, and took a deep slow breath before she spoke softly... "I desire your hands on every inch of my body, feeling it hungrily. Your lips on my breasts, suckling and biting the nipples without mercy." He chuckled softly, letting an idle fingertip tug the bodice down enough to expose her nipple for the briefest moment before letting it slide back in place. She continued to speak quietly, but lust in her voice growing. "I want to feel your hair laying across my belly as you put your tongue... that luscious, long tongue, inside me, twisting and moving it until I feel like I'm going to explode with lust." She had seen his obscenely long tongue once; it was at least eight inches. An affliction of his particular type of vampire. Ever since then, she'd dreamed of it, and what it could do inside her.
Azreal licked at her ear as he continued to listen, nudging her lower belly with the butt of his cutlass. Chandra wiggled her hips, trying to shrink back from the obscene gesture, but not having very far to move, did not succeed. She swallowed, and continued. "I want to feel your cock in my mouth, and feel you harden inside, my tongue and lips worshipping it." He was about to speak, when she broke out into a soft growl. "And I want you to fuck me from behind, bent over, until I scream."
He smiled darkly, his hand to the side of her neck. "Well... it sounds as if you have given this some thought, Chandra." Her cheeks reddened some more, she looks down at her well-exposed cleavage. "One night, you will make a fine predator."
Chandra looked up. "From you, that is a true compliment, sir."
