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Post by Zira/Lamia on Feb 7, 2011 4:33:48 GMT -5
Lamia's heart was pumping faster and faster in her chest. She had heard many stories about the Spider Queen of Jherra and knew from those alone that she was no someone you wanted to anger, and the dark witch had done just that upon the escape of Fukari from around the dark witch's very neck. Lamia had led Maricul back to an abandon city in the Dune Sea she had called her own, looking over to the Seductress with her eyes pleading out to her. Dreading what the vampiress would do or say next.
"Please Mistress I beg of you, give me another chance. I will not fail a second time."
Little did Lamia realize she was potentially digging herself into an even bigger hole.
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Post by Maricul on Feb 7, 2011 4:45:31 GMT -5
"If I fail I will gladly lay down my life."
Maricul repeated Lamia's own words as she closed in on the blond. The Serpent was burning a hole into the witch's neck with her eyes while closing in on her, staring into the very veins The Seductress had warned she would rob blood from if she failed.
"Those were your exact words to me before I sent you off to find The Blind Assassin."
Maricul cut the small distance between them in no time at all, eyes narrowed over the hooded figure as they began to glow a dim shade of red.
"You've failed now the question is, will you remain true to your word?"
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Post by Zira/Lamia on Feb 7, 2011 4:52:20 GMT -5
Lamia had to fight to keep the tears that wanted to draw from the bitter taste of eating her own words. The dark witch didn't want to die on this night and she was looking for any way out that she could squeeze through. Lamia knew she was no match for the Serpent if a fight broke out but maybe reason wasn't beyond the vampiress just yet. Lamia drew her hood back so she could truly look at her superior face to face.
"I-if I may be so bold, Mistress. I technically didn't fail you. I've managed to capture the blind assassin but it was the unexpected battle in Jerico and the strain that it caused which led to her escape. I am certain I can capture her again if you just give me that chance. Please. I'll do anything."
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Post by Maricul on Feb 7, 2011 5:05:56 GMT -5
"YOU HAVE FAILED ME!"
The area around them shook at her voice, much like the cave did during her confrontation with her creator. Tapping into The Spokesman power while oblivious due to her own anger in this moment. Oh how tempted she was to embrace the darkness like The Spokesman had, but she resisted. Her own stubbornness pulling through, wanting to prove to her superior that she could accomplish all of her goals without his power. That was the victory she wanted to have over the man that left her for dead. But oh how she was tempted to cave.
"Anything, you say?"
Maricul mind came back on the witch, eying her body up and down as she licked her lips. Anything what a dangerous word that is. Maricul wondered if Lamia truly understood what she had just asked on herself by saying that. Maricul reached out and grabbed her only servant in Attilian, pulling her close and running a hand through her blond hair as she looked into her eyes. Her hunger growing with each passing second.
"It has been a while and my hunger has only grown since coming to Attilian. I'm in more of a mood for a nice young man tonight but you'll have to do."
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Post by Zira/Lamia on Feb 7, 2011 5:22:04 GMT -5
Lamia was startled as the ground under her shook at the sound of Maricul's voice. Even the ground yielded to the Serpent's authority and her fears only grew with that show of power. The dark witch fell to her knees and kissed at the feet of her Mistress continuing to beg for mercy before she was pulled in by her. On her feet once more Lamia was forced to stare into those menacing, yet beautiful eyes of Maricul while a pale finger ran through her hair.
Lamia was now convinced that her life would be spared if she offered up a small sample of her blood to Maricul. Turning her head and making access to her neck easier the dark witch closed her eyes and took a leap of faith that would get most of her people killed on the spot.
"I'm all yours."
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Post by Maricul on Feb 7, 2011 5:32:54 GMT -5
The Seductress didn't penetrate Lamia's neck with her fangs, instead she ran her tongue up the Dark Witch's neck now turning around to her back, hands coming up to the young girl's shoulders as the vampiress released a dark chuckle.
"Do you even know what you're saying?"
Maricul slid off the witch's robes and as they fell to the ground Maricul's fingers ran down Lamia's shirt as she leaned her lips into her ear and whispered.
"Blood isn't the thing I hunger for tonight."
Maricul blew softly into Lamia's ear, nibbling on it slightly before she continued.
"Have you ever been with anyone before, witch?"
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Post by Zira/Lamia on Feb 7, 2011 5:44:12 GMT -5
Lamia was caught off guard when Maricul blew into her ear and then nibbled on it. She finally shook away from her Mistress's grip, turning around to face the Serpent and taking a step back while resting a hand on her ear. The dark witch was at a lost for words for once but she was able to snap out of it in order to answer Maricul's question.
"N-no. I have never "been" with anyone. Not like that."
A moment ago she wanted to kill her and now it seemed that she wanted to do something else entirely. Talk about a mood swing.
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Post by Maricul on Feb 7, 2011 5:58:33 GMT -5
"You're a virgin?"
A sly smirk graced the features of The Seductress as she closed in on Lamia once again. Not even walking, by this point in time she was merely floating a couple of inches above the ground. Now appearing behind the girl, the second time in the night she grabbed her and brought her head back to eye that lovely neck of hers.
"Perhaps I'll have a drink after all."
Maricul's fangs extracted as they penetrated the flesh of Lamia, the sweet nectar of virgin blood reaching her lips, the purity of it causing her entire body to heat up and shake at its warmth as her eyes burned crimson red now. That blood lust that wasn't there before connected to Maricul at her core as memories of Lamia came flooding into her mind. Then and there she was tempted to not only indulge herself but bleed the virgin dry and go on her merry way but she retained that self control and pulled away from Lamia's neck, her blood still dripping down Maricul's chin as she kept the witch locked tight in her clenches.
(Approved by Zira)
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Post by Zira/Lamia on Feb 7, 2011 6:22:49 GMT -5
Lamia couldn't help but scream in pain at first by the sudden penetration by Maricul, feeling the blood slowly begin to leave her veins. Very soon however did that pain turn into a sort of sick pleasure and now Lamia stood there at the Seductress's will offering up no kind of resistance. Just when she figured Maricul was ready to lose control she had stopped herself. In that moment the dark witch had an idea. If her Mistress lost control than maybe, just maybe she would sire her on the spot. She dared not ask anything of Maricul at this time so this risk was her only chance.
Immortality. It was a gift a many humans who craved power wanted and Lamia would be no exception. To be young forever was a temptation the dark witch could not resist and she was so close to her chance right here and now. Lamia could practically taste it. All she needed to do was get Maricul to lose her self control for just a little while and revert to those primal instincts of a vampire. It was a big risk but worth it in Lamia's opinion.
"D-don't stop."
Lamia's eyes looked up to the night sky in what could be perhaps the last time she ever gazed upon it if her plan failed.
"Drink, Mistress. Allow me the pleasure of serving you."
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Post by Maricul on Feb 7, 2011 14:55:15 GMT -5
The aftertaste of virgin blood was almost as beautifully intoxicating as the consuming of it. Alongside the memories of Lamia came the Dark Witch's desires, mixing with her own. It came at her like a hurricane threatening to wash her away. Power. That was the number one thing on this witch's mind along with immortality. No wonder Lamia was so drawn to The Seductress, she had both those things. Power and immortality. But now no thanks to the Dark Witch's blood Maricul wanted to have her way with the first powerful being she laid eyes on. There weren't anybody for miles though, but the one thing offering herself to The Seductress was her servant.
"Allow you the pleasure?"
Suddenly and without warning Maricul forced Lamia down to her knees by the force of her bare hands, her right hand coming up to the top of her scalp and pulling her head back by it as bleeding red eyes now glared into the pretty blues of the Dark Witch.
"Drinking blood doesn't just show you the memories of your victim, it makes you feel their desires as well. You have me so horny for a powerhouse right now if Amon came around that corner I would be jumping his bones."
God Maricul wanted to bleed her dry. But she needed her, as a human believe it or not. For now at least. Maricul needed someone who could travel during the day, someone who could enter a city like Fallon Square and not feel the immediate wrath of the Paladins blade. Someone who did not fear the holy blessed silver of vampire hunters in the area and the fact that she now knew through drinking her blood that this woman wanted to become an immortal like she, Maricul didn't trust her motives for offering her blood on this fine evening. The Serpent would usually just have her way with this woman on the black sand but she didn't trust herself not to sire her out of instinct considering how heavily she had just tapped into her nature.
"I'm afraid you'll have to earn your immortality."
Maricul made sure to make Lamia eat sand before releasing her tight grip on the witch and taking a few steps forward and away from her position. Maricul began spreading herself out through the area via her powers, searching for anything she could indulge those primal vampiric instincts in.
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Post by Zira/Lamia on Feb 7, 2011 17:45:12 GMT -5
Lamia's heart began to beat faster in fear and excitement as she thought any minute now Maricul would lose control and drink more of her blood. Would she be sired by her Mistress or bled dry on the black sands of the Dune Sea? Lamia would never find out as instead she was drove down to her knees and began to scream out in pain as Maricul forced her head back, now staring into the red orbs of her Mistress. All that excitement was cast aside in favor of one-hundred-percent pure blooded fear! This woman was truly terrifying when she wished to be.
"Pl-please forgive me! I cannot help my desires!"
Lamia was silent when Maricul made her kiss sand. The grip of the terrifying Serpent finally released and Lamia slowly pulled her head up and spat out sand from her mouth as she looked over to her Mistress. Unsure what she was to do or accomplish to earn the chance to become an immortal like Maricul.
"Ho-how can I earn it, Mistress? Do you want me to bring the blind assassin to you? Then can I be a creature of the night?"
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Post by Maricul on Feb 7, 2011 18:01:41 GMT -5
"Quit stumbling over your words, woman. Speak plainly if you want any kind of an answer from me."
Maricul finally detected something. A group of survivors up ahead, all males, all young, and she could sense how strong their will to survive was. Power didn't just come with magical power, superhuman strength or auras but in the simple human will. Without another word spoken to Lamia The Seductress submitted to her primal urges and ran after the source of the smell. In no time at all she made it to the camp of the survivors and started picking them off one by one.
Their will was indeed strong and even when she appeared to them like a Goddess they were able to resist her charm and put up a strong fight. But in the end, each one fell to her seduction. Each one would lay with The Seductress before she willingly lost control and sired them. Leaving their bodies there to rot as the transformation from human to vampire began to take place. Soon they would rise born anew, assuming they didn't take too long to awaken and get burnt to a crisp by the rays of the sun first.
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Post by Zira/Lamia on Feb 7, 2011 18:24:15 GMT -5
"Please wait!"
Maricul didn't stop she just kept going as something else lured her attention. Lamia took a good hard look at herself and realized how poor her conduct in this whole exchange has been. With the little pride she had left the dark witch pulled herself up to her feet and grabbed her robes from the ground, slipping them back on as she followed the trail of Maricul. It wasn't hard to track as the smell of lust burnt up in her nostrils. It was so heavy you didn't even need an enhanced sense of smell to notice it.
When Lamia finally caught up to her Mistress she would see the Seductress in action up close for the first time. There was such a silent beauty about the way she worked, hypnotic. And it was remnants of her own desires that motivated her to do this work. The dark witch felt honored that her blood could drive the Spider Queen in such a way but at the same time as she watched these men experienced the pleasure only her Mistress could give, the only thing she felt was envy. Then jealousy followed. Why couldn't it be her receiving such a fine reward from that woman? These random faces didn't deserve what Maricul had to offer and yet Maricul preferred them over her?
By the time Maricul reached the last man the dark witch began to scratch her own itches that this display of dominance has overthrown her with. Once it was all said and done Lamia just followed the trail of bodies to Maricul's current position, noticing how they were bitten by her, feeling the spread of the vampire curse through the area. Lamia was hurt. These nobodies were given the chance to experience the gift of immortality and she herself had to prove something more to this woman? What kind of backward logic was this? Lamia stopped when Maricul was in her sights.
"Mistress, you would sire these nobodies over me?"
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Post by Maricul on Feb 7, 2011 18:49:52 GMT -5
Maricul was still on top of the last guy whose life she cursed. The heat of the flames from the fireplace next to them keeping her warm as the only thing covering her body now was her black hair which grew all the way down to her feet thanks to the power she had to release to break these men wills. The Seductress turned her head, dark eyes looking at Lamia as she smelled the lust radiating off of her servant now. Oh what a fun night this has become.
"Do you wish to be sired and then discarded?"
Maricul stood up and then slowly marched towards the witch.
"These men mean nothing to me. Tools to be used and then thrown away after they served their purpose. You are far more valuable than these men, perhaps not as fun but still far more valuable."
Maricul walked around to her back and wrapped her pale arms around the Dark Witch, bringing her into what felt like a cold embrace of death as she continued to speak:
"You want to be sired with favor, you want to be on par with the greatest of my children do you not? If that is truly what you want then you must earn the right. Do you understand?"
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Post by Zira/Lamia on Feb 7, 2011 19:28:52 GMT -5
Lamia was in awe at the Seductress's beauty. It struck her hard enough to take her breath away as all she could do was stand there paralyzed and listen as Maricul drew closer. Lamia eyed the tribal tattoo found on the Spider Queen's left arm, something she never noticed before due to the trench coats she always wore out in the open. Everything about her was memorizing and when the Seductress's hands touched her and she was pulled back into that cold embrace her heart stopped. It was only for a moment but it felt like a lifetime. It really was a cold embrace of death and she was melting away into it.
"I understand. Tell me what I need to do."
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