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Post by Kay on Jun 8, 2017 8:38:32 GMT
Hiran tried to remember the last memory he held before he awoke to this death gripping situation. There were… pages… being tossed around the room. Pages from his journal, and it was Shakeeya who tore them. He fought the irritation that rose at the recollection, not wanting to stray from gathering his thoughts that seemed muddied in darkness at the back of his mind. There was a sense of rage and screams, before darkness, and then now. His dark lips grimaced at the familiar presence that darkness presented. It was the same sweeping feeling that overtook him before he lapsed into his own mind for hours at a time, until Shakeeya would find him and bring him back to the waking world. Had he somehow moved back the basic paralyzing his own thoughts dragged him to? To a state where his own consciousness was shoved and something new was driven out, using his body to act out on its own accord? It left him feeling uneasy at the thought. To know he was truly losing himself to such a state made it more clear just how old he really was becoming, and the fact that no other vampire reached this limit to test his theory. Besides his maker… who had clearly lost the war with his sanity more than a millennia ago.
A tongue dragging itself over the forced open wound made him pause in his findings over his sense of reality, looking down at the woman as her self preservation finally took hold. He held in the sigh of relief that made his throat wind tight. He was still struggling with his anger towards her, despite how much he knew he didn’t want to lose her. With, or without the punishment his shadowed mind presented towards the younger vampire, he could not help but stay resentful of the words and actions she had taken to thoroughly and completely anger him towards such a state. Fighting was not uncommon between the two. It was usually their own twisted form of foreplay. But tonight had not been about their need for darker pleasure. It had been a form of release towards a straining relationship they had been sharing. And he wanted none of it, even after this.
His eyes dipped close as he could feel strength in her returning and made her brave enough to reach her head back to let fangs slide into his dark skin for his even darker blood. The hand that was at the nape of her neck shifted towards the back of her head, blood seeping into her hair as fingers curled to hold her close. He could smell the gaping wounds begin to seal, lessening the bloody scent that had left the room in a dark stench. He then finally took notice that her returning strength led to pale arms finding their place around his large torso, and his gaze shifted. His mind kept fighting between annoyance and relief, wanting her to heal and come back to life, and wanting to still escape the room that held her presence in search of solitude. The indecisions were unwelcome. He hated the thought of not knowing what to do, even in this strange violent relationship. He could feel the bitterness stirring something inside him, causing his body to stiffen as he battled for control.
So the Ancient decided to let his own body decide. It was easier than trying to understand the multitude of emotions that were trying to establish dominance. Hands slid to the sides of her naked body, feeling the wholeness of skin. The remembrance of her being naked resulted in fingers sliding further down, gripping at her thighs to bring her close. The growl rumbled through his throat as he shifted, despite the ache as her still embedded fangs made his flesh stretch from the motion, and slid his lips and fangs over her shoulder, followed by tongue and kisses. Words were dangerous. Thoughts were dangerous. So he simply let his carnal desires come first, trying to enact simplicity back between them. Their relationship had started through intimacy and the basic need to let their bodies get their fill of flesh. Perhaps he was simply hoping that it would solve the raged battle that consumed them when everything else seemed to have failed.
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Post by Vaidya on Jun 11, 2017 7:17:36 GMT
She felt the ground stabilise beneath her as her legs grew strong, toes spraying out in the blood soaked carpet and the blurred edges of the world around her become sharp and defined. The Ancent's flesh that touched her face while she fed was a comfort at least, and soon the basic instinct of self preservation was beginning to weign, replaced with the simple greediness to feed off her lover. Feed off her almost killer. The memories were less fogged now as her brain hummed to life, along with her skin that was almost completely healed now, feeling his hands smooth over the absense of wounds. Any other day such an action would make her giddy from attention but the fresh feelings of fear and caution were still burning in the back of her mind as her awareness came back in to focus.
Her amber eyes roamed about now as she fed, a few pleased grunts and shudders leaving her but survivalist's wild gaze was darting about over Hiran's shoulder. Was this his show of remorse? Had he truly lost control? Or was this all calculated. Perhaps he was feeding her back to life to torture her again. A rush of adrenalin and new, paranoid fear that she had never felt in her long life flooded her. In that moment his hands swept down to her thighs and gripped them firmly, a surprised grunt leaving the little woman as she was pulled up against him. A confusing mixture of fear and excitement swarmed as she sucked a little harder against his neck with a soft ravenous growl. Her thighs pressed together where she stood, giving a squirm against his own legs.
The high of his blood was heightening everything against her skin, and when his lips and tongue lowered to her shoulder, her fangs detached from his flesh with a gasp. Her hands that had been loosely keeping her stable against his body now grasped at his suit jacket material and her back arched without control. Where there had been searing, blinding pain before, there was only soft, wet pleasure tickling over her pale shoulder. It was the press of cool fangs that quickly chased the thrill of affection away and a jolt of fear returned just as fast, causing her to lower her shoulder away from his mouth on pure instinct. She stared wide eyed at his flesh at the nape of his neck that was already healing from her hasty feed. Shakeeya took a moment in silence. Telling herself to check herself. Both embarrassed but clinging to this fresh fear. How had they got here? Hiran was a powerful creature. But never before had he allowed his aggression to take her so close to death's door. Was he... truly losing himself so increasingly?
"...did you drift off again... my love?" Her voice finally asked quietly, her eyes still locked on his beautiful dark flesh, black blood coating her lips like lipstick. She did not push away. Shakeeya was not a timid little mouse. But his closeness was sending warning bells through her body. How could her lover be pressed so close against her, kissing her tenderly, yet the vampiress felt as if she was on the other side of the room. Trying to decipher these changes. Would he stop next time?
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Post by Kay on Jun 11, 2017 8:10:53 GMT
At first the Ancient could sense the edge of excitement building through the younger vampire in his grasp. The rush of adrenaline that pumped through her veins and the twitches of her skin as his bloodied fingers traced over the newly healed flesh made his eyes close tight as he held back from any rushed decisions in his sudden urge for soft intimacies. The sensation of him touching her and gaining these reactions was a different sort of high from what he had been on before, when he wanted nothing more than to tear into her and hear the agonized screams of pain. Now his newly awakened self desired the soft moans and mewls of his usual nightly lover, and she was almost delivering what he expected.
At first Hiran had taken the gasp as his fangs brushed over her skin as a positive note to keep going, and he nearly groaned against her shoulder as he continued to let his primal urges drive him to keep toying with her skin and seek out more pleasured tones. It was then that the Ancient began to pick up on the small underlying hints of fear and distrust. And then Shakeeya shifted, his lips forced to part contact from her shoulder. His tongue slid back into his mouth and his eyes opened. Eyebrows creased in the delayed confusion before he could… smell the fear. She was pungent with it. In most circumstances, the stench of dread and paranoia was an addicting appetizer for the man. However, it was never with this woman when his sensitivity felt such an emotion heavy in the air. He let himself begin to notice the other differentials that contrasted with their usual displays of affection towards each other, or in her case, the lack of.
She wasn’t returning anything, merely let her body stay close so she could consume his blood. Reality began to weigh back in when Hiran was hit with the fact that he was not going to be able to just let his basic needs drive him. The vampire began to lean so he could look towards her eyes when she spoke. Everything in the Ancient stilled at that moment at the words rung heavy in the air, unable to decide if she was simply being honest, or was trying to start up another round of low blows towards him. That alone made the all too familiar sensation of anger stir back inside, and he shifted his gaze straight ahead as his lips began to curl. In his state of internal fighting, the Ancient made an unconscious decision to breathe in, filling his chest with useless air as he sought to control the ever rageful fire that was beginning to spread. Hiran could feel the lack of trust and rush of fear that was building inside his ever faithful lover, and the resulting factors of what should have been justified response made him vengeful. Of all the people that walked this earth, he never thought he would have had to feel doubt from her.
Rashly, Hiran gripped his hands at her thighs and forced them back, pinning her yet again into the wall as his head leaned back so he could look down at her. There was a slight hint of surprise at first when he saw her eyes, but it didn’t last long. Years of feeding off him had resulted in rather unusual quirks to her appearance, and he figured completely replacing her blood with his tonight was just another part of that in the long line of the odd characteristics of choosing an Ancient as a partner. His expression darkened quickly and fangs were bared in a soft hiss to express his displeasure. “Is that what you choose to assume, Shakeeya?” Hiran breathed out, his brows knitted into a distinct scowl as he judged the younger vampire. He wouldn’t give her the pleasure of knowing just how on the mark she was. “Is that why you choose to deny me now? I thought this was what you wanted from the start of this little meeting.” Hands released their hold from her sides and planted themselves on the wall, her face in-between. His face closed in as if he were to kiss her, but instead his reddened chin from her own blood lowered so he could breathe into her face, the breath of her flesh still mingled in as a stark reminder of what he had done only moments ago. “Leave me. Now. Otherwise I cannot promise my drifting off will die down before I truly do drain you beyond repair.” Hiran was finished. He needed silence, and she should she still refuse to grant him that, he would just have to find another way to shut her up. Like escorting her to the front door to greet the rising sun.
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Post by Vaidya on Jun 12, 2017 14:25:16 GMT
The immense high of the Ancient's blood always took her for a ride. It didn't matter how many times he had allowed her to sample his potent, aged blood. The thick serum would forever leave her humming with power and an ecstatic rush for days. Even now as she struggled to process the fear that was now planted in her. Shakeeya's very core being was one of flirting with danger, and even when things got a little close for comfort, the red head found herself giddy at the thought of doing such things again. All but tonight. Her head was even more of a mess, not just the literal sense even though it was no longer half caved in.
The pain had been astronomical and his rage had risen to an extraordinary level. But these things weren't unusual. It was the disregard. The complacency. The absence of what she recognised and admired about the Ancient. His precise control. Despite pure strength that filled every cell of her now, the sobering memories from just moments before withdrew her need to be close to Hiran and soak up the physical attention. And it didn't take her brain long to catch up with her mouth. She just... couldn't speak to him about this it seemed. He either didn't see the problem this was snowballing in to, or held too much pride to acknowledge such things out loud. Either way, it didn't surprise her when his tender touches shifted into firm, grabbing ones again. Aiming to intimidate and it wasn't a hard thing to do to the woman at this point in time. The hard grip of his hands on her fleshy, soft and still bloody thighs sent a spike of adrenalin through her chest, which was promptly forced out as her back hit the already crumbling wall behind her, a soft grunt leaving her body at the impact. Her eyes still couldn't look at his face, watching the dark flesh he had exposed to allow her access to his veins. The torn fibres of his suit. Her hooded eyes couldn't help but flinch as he snarled at her.
The very central pit of her told her to hiss back at him in defiance. To push his hands away. To tell him he was an old fool. But the new, mending outer layers of her that were still freshly healed and raw told her to stay quiet. Yield. It hurt her ego immeasurably as she stood there, a mild look of distaste on her young, bloodied face that masked the fear and hurt. She was a wild creature, but she was not a fucking suicidal idiot.
Her lip twitched, on the edge of a grimacing snarl as he breathed death and the smell of her own vulnerability over her face. As if she needed reminding of his mouth burrowing deeper into her muscle and tissue. She wanted to pour it all out. She was tired. So god damn tired in that moment. And not just from the physical struggles and mass healing.
The fear he felt, and she knew that she was disappointing him with such weakness... it was morphing into an odd mixture of reasons to be fearful. The longer she stood staring at his perfect vessel, the more confused she became trapped inside her little head. In one thought she wanted to confess that her fear for herself in this moment... it paled in comparison for the fear she had for him. If they did not fix this somehow. All he had built. His legacy, his empire, their unique fashion of living. It would be gone. Her solid golden eyes finally lifted, slowly. He had told her to leave and all these words wanted to scream from her mouth. Her eyes just stared into his red ones. Not black. Her expression torn and sad and perhaps withdrawn.
"...I'm tired," she began her confession, and she hated the way her voice wavered, eyes closing briefly to berate her voice and it's treachery. They opened again to connect with his glowering, festering eyes. She couldn't tell him anything right now. Least of all that she was resenting him for making her act in a way that was so untrue to herself. "I'll leave," she abided to his threat, not willing to take the risk of rising to his challenge. She had escaped the gentle slip into death's cool embrace once already this evening. Even one such as Shakeeya did not wish to experience it again so soon.
His hands were planted either side of her head, his own hovering face so close to touch or kiss. A kiss that had woken him twice this evening it seemed. And yet she couldn't bring herself to lean forward to try a third time. She stared back at him, without her usual defiance that seemed like second nature, but searching instead. Unmoving and surrendering between his arm's mild trap.
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Post by Kay on Jun 13, 2017 9:18:21 GMT
Knuckles brightened as Shakeeya finally dared to look up at him, clenching his teeth under reddened lips as he fought to keep his face under control from the building fire in his rage. The restraint was starting to die as she spoke, and closed her golden gaze. She was backing down, and despite the fact that is was what he wanted, he wanted to go back to that vengeful monster that unleashed the frustrations on her skin. To show him contempt in such a way was boiling him alive, and he wanted a release. His crimson gaze shut closed as she spoke again, teeth starting to grind. The hand that was separating her from the door shifted, lowering and hovering over her neck. So close, to tearing into her again, to liberate his frustrations at the fearful, anguished emotions that were coming out of his lover at her own distrust towards him. Fingers clenched into his palm and he leaned away.
“Go.”
Hiran watched her make her departure, bare feet stepping onto the bloodied carpet before slipping through the door. He watched the space where he saw her for the last time, a lifeless statue as minutes pass by. He didn’t want to unleash the fury that had swelled inside him, but it naturally began to deflate as misery took over as the main emotion. The realization of what he had done towards the partner he had known, and his own betrayal towards their ever trusting relationship. His expression finally fell and his eyes looked down in what he could guess was probably shame. The flicker of heated passion came back when he caught sight of the littered pages, the reminder of how he lost all control, and lost the trust between them. He took longer to stare at the journal pages, before finally shifting to lean down, and started to pick them. It was going to be a long night, rewriting all the work he had put into this journal.
A few days had gone by. The power couple had never let their fight stand between the meetings and planning that the company demanded of them. They had sought with new sellers, traded stocks, invested in new goods and kept in contact with their European corporation. But all that was between them was silence. Shakeeya wouldn’t look the Ancient in the eye for the first day. Hiran on the other hand, had done all he could to ensure they were not in the same room alone, even when she seemed ready to talk to him. It had taken at least a full day to repair the damage in his private lounge, and having strangers near such personal affects that were his life’s work had been a constant negative reminder of what happened. He wasn’t ready to forget the incident, nor to forgive. He may have unleashed something dark and sinister, but Shakeeya had pulled the trigger.
The fourth day had brought something a little different. There was a potential new seller that wanted roots in the States, and from he could tell from his sources, the vampire who was nearing the Ancient status had deep pockets. It would be a good start towards building a stronger empire and have more connections in the states. But it meant that yet again, he would require his companion at his side to help. In terms of technicalities, she had always been in charge of projections, phone calls, computer usage… his old eyes simply could not stand the glaring lights that emanated from the digital screens. Personal terms however, she was there to keep him from wandering, to ensure he was grounded, and as much as he hated that truth, it was important that he stayed focus when he met someone wanting to buy pieces of property he obtained. But it also meant he had to go over strategy before they allowed the vampire to greet them.
Hiran sighed in his bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. The mixtures of human and vampire blood had been long gone, but the feeling came back from that night as he started to dread the coming meeting between him and his lover. An idea had crossed his mind though, and he looked down at the electric razor with a twisted smile.
The Ancient sat waiting in the meeting room - a room with no windows, large projection screen that his back faced, and a table seating 12 with him at one end. He was dressed in yet another black suit and tie, though something obvious from missing from his usual attire. Snowy white hair that was typically done in a braid when he met with others so it wouldn’t get in the way was gone, leaving nothing but a dark bald head. It wasn’t the first time the Ancient had removed the annoyance of his own hair, but he knew his lover would take it personally, and he knew she would take it as him saying he was still displeased. But for now, he kept his attention on the large file on the table in front of him, reading his over. Things seemed promising based off the papers, but he knew all too well that these meetings were necessary to really judge one by their character. Some things this man did were… not to Hiran’s tastes, but he would give the elder being a small chance before making his final decision.
The door clicked then, and Hiran looked up, wanting to see Shakeeya’s expression as she walked in through the door.
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Post by Vaidya on Jun 22, 2017 9:27:27 GMT
The seconds stretched by treachously slow. Consuming red of his vision was all she could focus on in the teetering moments of fight or flight. Wondering if any word she uttered, whether it was what he had said he had wanted, would set off another chain of fury and merciless tearing of her body. Wondering if there was even a hint of remorse behind that bloody sneer. Wondering if he was going to turn to black before her eyes once again. Shakeeya's body subconsciously pressed harder back against the wall. Her jaw clenched tight as his hand shifted in a motion to release her yet seemed to pause very close to her neck. She swore it wasn't her brain playing tricks on her, when she could feel the magnetic energy coming from his fingers. It had always pulled her toward him, and the thrill it gave her to follow it was immeasurable. But now in this alien moment, she found herself pressing even harder into the cracked plaster.
And his hand was gone. The simple instruction vibrated through her head that was still growing clearer as her undead body hummed back to life. Glowing eyes blinked, giving one last guarded glance back to the Ancient before she turned away, her shoulder rolling off against the wall before she began the steady and numbed walk away from the man who now had her rattled. Something he had perhaps attempted to do when their relationship was brand new, but never since. To an outsider, it might have not looked very different from their usual deathly escapades. For Shakeeya it hasn't even been about a line that they wouldn't cross. It was a safe surrender to the other. The ultimate trust to permit another to use your body as they will... just don't destroy it entirely. A trust so unwavering that even to doubt it in the slightest had never dawned upon the warped vampiress. And yet here she was, subdued and retreating. Scared and unsure. Her face hidden from Hiran's as she walked out of the door was a subtle twisted look of disgust at what she had just become.
The red head spared no lingering glance behind her at the stranger, nor the beautiful room soaked in blood and pieces of humans. If a police officer had stumbled across this glorious crime scene, she would wager that even they would lose their lunch. And now as she walked silently down the dark hallways of the incredibly empty mansion, despite being filled with lavish objects, Shakeeya didn't wonder who was going to clean up that mess for the first time in a long while. Instead she walked slowly, skin slick with blood and a soft wet patting of her bare feet. By the time she chose a guest room to lay in, the sun was beginning to rise and the immortal being could feel it's weight beginning to fill her body. She crawled into the sheets without even washing herself clean and stayed for two days.
It took her body the first to heal and then second... She wasn't even sure why she lay there. Perhaps her mind was healing. Shakeeya regretted such weak thoughts and sentiments in the end. By the time she rid herself of the carnage of that evening and returned to the business with eyes ablaze and formal wear sharp and on point... all of her meetings, documents and financial dealings for the company had fallen behind. It was in that moment that she actually realised she cared about that. She had started as a creature that was solely existing for games, blood and twisted fun. The vampiress had no knowledge at all on how to run, maintain and now expand a business. She had learnt everything from Hiran and his close followers, crawled her way up from the bottom in order to be useful to her lover. And now, she was filled with a sense of accomplishment in that. Shakeeya allowed that empowerment to substitute her recent downfall and fell head first into her work, partly to make up for the lost time and equal parts to avoid Hiran.
Every time he entered the same room as her, no matter how much she centred herself, there was still that annoying underlying fear. The monster that had come so close to ripping her life away that night was nowhere to be seen. Only the same collected, handsome and power framed man that she knew. She would brave a gaze or two but ultimately return her efforts toward the work that needed to be done. Especially now that he didn't seem to be going missing as frequently. Perhaps the outburst had sobered him of such things. That or someone else had been appointed the task of prodding the Ancient who lapsed out of the room and out of this realm most days. Either way, the red haired woman only focused on him making this meeting, one that would expand and strengthen the company on to another level in the business world. What was just as thrilling was a new alliance which just might give the restless werewolf enemies a run for their money. And lives.
The head of European buyers was somewhat mysterious. That or just full of himself, in only wanting an audience with the Ancient. But to deny such an alluring amount of currency being dangled their way in promise... Shakeeya had been dedicating all her time to making sure it happened. Planning, liasing, managing. Occassionally feeding along with a stray sexual yearning. But it was set aside for once in her existance. She prided herself in her current tight business skills and personal lives aside, the vampiress was not going to let this buyer be lead away to empower a different source. Everything was set for a private presentation in one of the newer buildings Hiran's extensive company had created. Every detail and number the buyer could possibly want access to. All that was left was to understand the Ancient's approach to it all as he had a tendency to surprise her at times. Stepping out of the elevator with her laptop hooked under her hands and pressed flat infront of her stomach, Shakeeya felt a weary sigh leave her body, the motion merely of habit and not really aiding in clearing her mind. Time had passed and things were left unaddressed between herself and the being she still considered to be her lover. She was dressed as she normally was in business attire, but perhaps she'd chosen a pencil skirt a size smaller. And a top that plunged a little lower and wider over her pale chest. Shakeeya would never deny such a petty decision. She was lonely. She missed Hiran despite the horrible spooked state he had left her in. And perhaps, after a period of being seperated, was now looking forward to participating in something together. To reconnect.
The large meeting room was separated from the main hallway with thick frosted glass, perhaps one being able to make out shapes and figures from the other side in passing but not much else. She saw enough to presume the Ancient was seated in a chair near the doorway as she approached, lengthening her height and brushing her wild short strands of hair away from her line of sight before stepping inside. She would secretly welcome the perfect vision that he was. Of ruby and brown and white... wait. No white at all. Her fanged mouth gaped instantaneously and her frozen fingers almost let go of her laptop, making a quick and desperate grasp to stop it dropping to the floor like some clumsy human might allow.
His hair... or rather his scalp sent all other calculated thoughts from her mind. He didn't... his beautiful snowy hair was gone. The soft strands absent and the sensation of allowing her fingers to run deeply through them was a ghost across her palms. All that was left was a rather well shaped and shining bronze head, coupled with smirking smugness. He was less subtle at being petty it seemed. Her parted lips slowly closed as her yellow eyes locked with his, pressing into a thin line as a ferocious glare was brought to life across her young face. She stood in silence for a long beat, her mouth pressed firmly together and not allowing any room for a strained greeting to fall out. A soft and snooty snort left her nose as she turned away from Hiran, heels giving muffled thuds over the carpet as she walked down the length of the hefty conference table, walking and walking until she stood at the very opposite end from the man. A single hand snapped out to pull her chair out sharply, not looking back over to him until her laptop was set up between them and was whirring to life softly. Her face tilted to the side of the object obscuring her vision of him, chancing another look at the awful way he had stripped back from his appearance. She leant back in her chair slowly and her jaw jutted forward in a look of pure distaste. "...you look ridiculous," her smooth voice hisses before her head tilted back behind the monitor, fingers typing away and perhaps in addition to their petty game, turned the brightness of the laptop up further until her own eyes began to straight from the glare. Fucker.
She couldn't believe... well yes actually she could. Just lording himself over her, still so powerful and broad at the opposite end of the table awaiting the events to unfold and increase his financial power even more so. Shakeeya typed furiously in the silence and was privately wanting to claw that smirk off his face all the way down his strong jaw. Her rage was swirling around inside her like a little leashed animal and she refused to look up even as a reserved fist rapped against the glass door before opening it. She was too busy opening up her myriad of files and presentations, transferring them on to the large screen that stretched along the wall. Shakeeya felt him before she saw or heard him.
An odd, unsettling feeling. As if a parent had found a child doing something wrong and was about to bring their authority down upon them. Her expression grew slack with a crinkle of confusion, the woman ever so slowly raising to stand from her chair and peer above the monitor before her. A tall man in a dark grey suit strode in with cheerful confidence, his dark hair contrasting with tanned, Mediterranean skin. The steely blue of his tie was tucked neatly beneath the high thread suit, balancing beautifully with the amber colour of his eyes. Everything moved in slow motion, Shakeeya's body almost disconnected from the pure confusion and deep rooted hate that was frothing to be released. She couldn't even focus on his words towards Hiran as he greeted him respectfully, offering a hand to shake, granting him courtesies for the location of the meeting and hoping he hadn't been kept waiting. All the dribble was lost in the familiar rolls of his tongue as he spoke in that low French, accommodating voice. Full of pleasantries and a touch of arrogance. It was unbelievable to her and yet there he stood. Again. As if she didn't exist.
"Ranier..." Her own tongue rolled the beginning of his name, her body still and face remaining a mixture of rejection of this sudden reality and wanting to begin a fight. Her fingers clenched at her sides as his head turned towards hers. There was no surprise on his face however. He had known. "My dear Petit Rouge," the smooth, almost affectionate tone sounded across the room and a soft chuckle in mock disbelief tumbled sweetly from his chest, "Incredible. Just... incredible." He shook his head, flashed a friendly smile back to Hiran before motioning the rest of the businessmen behind him to file in and take their seats. "Come in. Come in gentlemen," he ushered with an almost excited mannerism, "What an interesting night this is going to be!" Another casual chuckle left the old vampire and his steps took him at a casual pace toward the short red haired woman who was so very familiar but also, had been so forgotten.
Shakeeya felt her body winding tighter and growing harder the closer he came, the wildness and hatred in her eyes betraying the statue stillness of her small form as the black haired man finally stood before her. "Well my goodness. What -are- the odds. Sweet Petit Rouge." She flinched visibly to his pet name that had been short and fleeting during her change. Back in the dark times of France. "Look at you, standing before me! So strong and centred. Just magnifique," he shook his head and raised his hands as if to cup her face affectionately, but Shakeeya leant her head away sharply and gave a soft hiss instead. "Ah well, per'aps there is a little wildling still inside the 'uh?" He laughed louder than before and Shakeeya did not faulter. The warm exterior was nothing to fool her with. This snake was etched into her being. Into her... creation. "Oh my apologies Misseur Crolie," Ranier turned his body back toward Hiran at the opposite end of the table, "Would you believe it. This lovely creature is in fact my blood daughter? " His face returned to scour over her face and body, a glimmer of predatory madness revealing itself. His hands clasped themselves together with a squeeze as if he were gazing over a prized animal. "I love what you've done with her."
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Post by Kay on Jun 23, 2017 4:05:34 GMT
The Ancient braced himself for the countless supply of possible reactions his reaction would give to his new new appearance. His lips were thin, eyebrows lax and eyes patient as they focused on the slowly opening door as Shakeeya walked through. For only a split second did Hiran manage to catch her eyes with his, before she focused slowly on the lack of hair that she was so obsessed with, and the delightful surprise that shocked through her slender body. Hiran's first reaction towards the vampire nearly dropping her portable technology was to raise an eyebrow. Immediately following was his lips as they lengthened into a smirk, holding back the urge to bark out a laugh as her face molded into a distinct scowl. Predictable. It wasn't the first time Hiran had chosen to lose the irritable strands of his naturally lengthened hair, but it was always for the same reason. The same reason that made his lover choose to dress herself in a suit much unsuitable for this type of meeting, actually. His bloodied eyes watched her frame as she turned after a snort in retort to his amused expression, her hips swaying under the tiny piece of fabric that threatened to rise up after each movement of her thighs. At that his mind took a moment longer to process what she was trying to signal towards him in her bold approach of showing off a bit more than usual. Was this a tease towards what they could not yet share together, or was she trying to reveal her desire for his attention again? His brows started to knit together in the slightly confusion before the vampire across the room spoke up, knocking him out of his inner conflict. He released the strain from his face in exasperation, his eyes rolling though all that could be seen was the opening mouth with the silent sigh as his red ovals could never show his line of sight. In this moment, the Ancient's gaze was a bit of a restraint. He released his own line of tension as they were stuck together by tapping his row of fingers against the table, listening to the irritable clicks of the computer keys as Shakeeya kept herself focused on the soon to come meeting. He didn't want this air of frustration to be how he started the night.
"Sha-" His voice trailed off before he could even finish speaking his lover's name as a knock came upon the office's door. Hiran looked over as the expected company turned the handle, washing off the sentence that lingered on his tongue as he stood to politely greet the vampire who glided himself in. The Ancient emptied his mind as he offered a grin towards the interested buyer, needing focus so he could better read the other man instead of settling his thoughts on the woman who was annoyingly giving off a flair of negative emotions. Hiran reached a dark hand out to shake the tanned slender one of the prospectivel new partner, chattering in the same tone of politeness that these sorts of introductions demanded, though could feel a rising frustration towards Shakeeya who was obviously not following suit. What the hell was she doing? He needed her to stay focused and keep a check on him, not the other way around. If she was seriously going to keep letting this feud between them open during this meeting, he was going to be forced in considering her to leave and hope for the best that he knew how to handle the fucking technology. The idea alone of his partner deciding now to bring her hissy fits into their professional life etched a wave of irritation at the back of his brain, and he could feel that darkness stir. The darkness that created the rift in the first place.
Shakeeya's voice forced it down as the tone made the older being turn his head, eyes snapping towards her in question. Ranier apparently had followed suit in looking towards the woman. At first Hiran assumed the vampire wanted to be polite in including her in the meeting, despite his direct request for this meeting to be with him. But the moment that Ranier spoke towards Hiran's partner, with a pet name of all things, the man realized there was a clause for Shakeeya's dark energy that kept pricking at his mind. It was at this point that his once feeling of indignation towards being unable to let his eyesight be evident towards others fizzle completely, and welcomed the fact that no one could watch as his predatory gaze focused between the faces of Ranier and Shakeeya. And the pet name that made his partner freeze. Hiran forced his body to show none of the strain that his brain was raging with as experience enabled him to keep his calm composure that these meetings demanded. Hands placed themselves palms down on the table, slightly hunched over as if he were patiently waiting for the greetings to end so they may sit and begin. His eyes however gave away the hint of sudden protectiveness as the new vampire made his way towards the woman who was clearly showing every sign of danger. The ideas of her doing this to fuck with the meeting was long gone. He was now focused on her clearly expressing a desire for bloodshed, even a sense to flee this room, and he was angry that he didn't know why these emotions flared to life in her. Angry towards himself. This meeting suddenly became an issue for her and it was somehow his fault for missing something. Something between her and Ranier. Something that made his lovely partner flinch that wasn't from any action that he created.
Muscles flexed as Ranier reached his hands towards her face, his suit tightening only for a moment as the sensation of domineering protectiveness escaped the cage that held in the thoughts and ran amok through his body. Teeth clenched as he forced his body to loosen its tight grip, leaning back from the table to keep his hands at his sides. He was torn between the resentment in knowing how much he hated others touching Shakeeya, and the fact that Shakeeya herself didn't want to be touched by this man. It put the Ancient at a disavantage in not understanding how this meeting could start off so wrong, and only Ranier seemed to understand why, unless he was just someone more expertly skilled in controlling his sudden emotions than someone thousands older than he was. That thought already knocked a point off. Hiran hated the idea of not being the one in power, in every way.
Attention was on Ranier the moment he looked back towards the Ancient. The reasoning for the flair of arrogant admiration wasn't enough to leave Hiran dumbfounded, but he did find his mind taking a moment to catch up with the new information, an eyebrow raising. So Shakeeya was part of the hesitation in Hiran’s wanting to let this man join his company. The methods Ranier chose for power, creating endless fledglings, was something the Ancient judged harshly. In honesty he was slightly surprised Ranier could still remember the names of his fledglings, or unique nicknames that went with them. That in itself led to him knowing without a doubt that Shakeeya had always been something unique. Unfortunately it was also a reason to make the man feel a dark desire in him. Hiran's own personal experience in the idea of letting no other have his blood children made the Ancient believe that suddenly, there was someone who thought they were going to stand between him and Shakeeya. Things were becoming very grim in what was supposed to be an easy greeting towards a new company relationship. The territorial anger that swelled inside the Ancient’s chest finally let itself break out in a short laugh. His lips revealed the smile the went along with the sound, but his eyes were swimming in the negative thoughts he was trying to keep out of the way.
“Done with her? Monsieur, I feel you’re trying to imply I attempted to tame Shakeeya. Everything she’s done, she did because she wanted to. There is a reason why she’s my partner.” Red eyes finally let themselves drag over the men who were standing by their prospective chairs. He could feel the waves of unease that settled over them, the prickles of an angry Ancient was never easy to hide. He straightened his spine slightly, feeling a pop in an attempt to alleviate himself from the underlying stress, before reaching into his breast pocket to pull out a pair of dark shades to use for the presentation. He cleared his throat at that point, trying to force attention away from maker and fledgling and back to attention at hand. Hiran felt if things continued, the ever increasing threat he was feeling would find its way to the surface and destroy any chance of decency that this night demanded.
“Shakeeya, please pull up the competitor’s files so we can start with a simple compare and contrast. Ranier… please… take a seat?” The last sentence towards the male vampire was slightly strained, and at that point the Ancient himself sat. Standing was proving dangerous as it meant it was easier to try and keep himself in between Shakeeya and her maker.
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Post by Vaidya on Jul 4, 2017 15:45:07 GMT
She could feel every cell that occupied her body, each one that was frozen in a permanent nondecaying status... They were vibrating through her. With rage and fear. With a portion of denial and even self loathing. She was just standing there in shock, snarling like a cornered pet that knew it would get booted if it retaliated in a certain way. Shakeeya wished in that moment that her yellow eyes could summon the very fire they paid tribute to and cast it toward the vile creature that babbled pleasantries and fraudulent connections. The wildness inside her was screaming to pounce. Rip him apart for ever daring to return into her life when she had just become come to peace with never having her creator around in the beginning. First it had been the underlying wariness and tension between she and Hiran, then him fucking with her by splicing away all of his alluring snowy hair. And now she was barely keeping it together as the mother, or rather blood-father, of all twists stared her with an arrogant underlying taunt. Right infront of her. She could lurch forward and take him... well not by surprise. She wagered he probably half anticipated to end up in a tussle with her. Perhaps he even counted on it... Shakeeya's mind was far from calmed but it was being diverted into more strategic thought processes. And the sudden low, prowling sound of the Ancient's voice speaking from the other end of the table had her feral gaze flicking over toward him in glances. She didn't need to communicate her distaste and warning in her face however. She was sure Hiran could feel the flare of everything inside her. This... wasn't fair.
The longer she stole looks toward her lover who spoke with his strained diplomatic tone, the more it focused her from doing something impulsive. Like attempting to tear off one of Ranier's limbs and throw it out the window. Let's see a one armed elder vampire lord himself over her then. He was a lord in a manner of speaking however. She knew he had powerful connections hundreds of years ago when she was created from her pathetic human origin. And now he appeared in the modern age with ties in the right places, and money. Money he had proposed to invest... Hiran's energy prickled at the back of her mind. Her first instinct and overpowering emotion to react to when those solid red eyes met hers... was to shake her head 'no' to the man that she held in such high value. This was not okay. She did not want to be here. She did not want to do business with this man. No. This would end now and... And then what. She would be a running, scared little wild thing again and their large strategic move to advance the company would be for nothing? She doubted in that moment that Hiran would even consider such a request from her when it would harm his position of power. That very train of thought sobered her quickly and the rush of emotion died to a soft hum instead. Was a murderous bender really worth such a dramatic advantage in the business world? Not to mention the edge they needed in the growing shadow of the werewolf mutts of the north. Her hands remained balled at her sides as Ranier didn't move away from her, merely watched her as if he were attempting to interpret an old, detailed painting . Shakeeya stared back defiantly, with a new calm falling over her. Anger dominated her face however, but it was more directed at herself. When had she been so chained to boring concepts such as consequences? She barely knew herself.
"Of course you didn't. Please. Forgive my ravings," Ranier gave yet another blinding white smile back toward the Ancient, his body leaning back into one hip in more of a casual air than the rest of the room, "You can agree that she is... so very different than when she first roamed about though, oui? But how could anyone ever tame such a creature truly." A soft, high and mildly entertained chuckle rose from the man, not earning him any change in her expression. "But oui. You are right! I came all this way to talk business with you and that is what I am most eager to do. Enough of family reunions and musings... for now uh?" His golden eyes slid back to hers, a play of coy words letting her know that he was far from finished in exploring and toying with this long lost creation of his.
Fine. Let him send playful, fake little words over to her. When this meeting was over and his money and assets were tied to them... Perhaps he could meet with a little accident. Perhaps it could be a new game? One that would need the utmost stealth and feigning any ounce of control. Yes... her face relaxed perhaps a little as Hiran instructed her to continue what she had set out to do in the first place. Present all of the work she and Hiran had poured into this proposal and strengthen the company undertheir feet until it was at the highest pinnacle it could reach. She gave a stiff nod, still standing as she turned her attention back to the laptop but noted in the corner of her eye that Ranier had not shifted after Hiran's rather polite request that he sit. Very polite for the Ancient. The black haired man's hand raised to grip the back of the chair that was positioned next to Shakeeya's and she couldn't hold back the snarl that curled her top lip over toward the man. Her self assured new sense of purpose and planning perhaps wasn't as solid as she had thought. He was not sitting next to her. He was lucky they were even in the same room. Ranier merely smiled as he raised the hand he had teasingly placed on the chair to wave his finger in the air once in front of her, as if acknowledging and applauding her clear statement. "Alright alright," he sighed but his charming smile remained, "I feel like your face could wound me more than anything else Shakeeya." There was a dramatic, victimised air about him as he finally took steps down the table away from her, earning a few little smirks and grunts of a cautious chuckle from the other businessmen present. The sound was quickly cut off from a sharp and frustrated look from the vampiress. This fucker...
Ranier took a seat exactly in the middle of the stretch in the table, plopping down with a mild air of anticipation and interest as rapped his palms on the thick wooden table in a show of enthusiasm. "Please, go ahead," he perked up and reclined in his chair, watching the screen along the wall that began to fill up with different presentations and files and numbers, all simplified for the sake of remaining concise but not in a manner of misleading the potential buyer. The bright sliding and shifting of light reflected off of Hiran's protective glasses, Shakeey glancing over toward the... bald vampire before finally sitting slowly. Her hands were forced into her lap and she slid one leg to cross over the other. A cautious act so as not to rip the skirt she wore. A tactic she was currently regretting. Hiran's words vibrated in her mind. She was his partner. This was as much her ambition as any one elses. The red haired woman centred herself before she finally spoke up, raising her chin if not a little indignantly. "Would you prefer the presentation in English or French Monsieur LeBlanc?" Of course French. Such a proud people, even if they were blood suckers.
Over the course of the next 20 minutes, Shakeeya slipped into the prepared verbal presentation. She looked at the screens and no one else, settling in to an automated way of speaking as if she were a computer spewing out facts and key points. Her tongue rolled and her rusty accent returned to it's flowing one as she finished the proposal toward Ranier and his associates. Her voice fell quiet and her amber eyes returned to the room, immediately catching the impressed raised eyebrows and mutual nodding of the heads of men. Completely yellow orbs floated over in her new silence to watch Hiran's dark face. A perhaps stubborn and hardened look on her face, but with no petty attitude that it held prior. "Well I must say. I'm imprrrressed!" Came the unexpected and instant praise from her creator who raised both hands infront of him as if he'd been given a generous gift, turning away from her and toward Hiran to trade a few questions on the finer details of stocks and ownership. Shakeeya was silent and for once glad to not be the centre of attention in a situation. Her eyes rolled up to the ceiling as she reclined in her chair, while the men asked questions she'd basically addressed in key parts of her spiel. And metaphorically swung their dicks around infront of each other as they spoke of the potential of the company and what they could contribute. Shakeeya had clocked out in her mind, little thoughts of what she could do to eliminate Ranier coming to a sudden hault when he decided to include her in the conversation. Her eyes snapped sharply to clash with the same amber and her posture froze. The man made her skin crawl and she wished for nothing more than for this meeting to end. He had thrown her away before. He had no right to come back and make her feel less in control. Make her brain travel back to those haunting days of her rebirth. "I must say, the addition of the royal family's name to boost production and buyers in europe. A nice touch. They of course prefer to distance themselves from such dealings. The nitty, gritty of it all. But I suppose that is why I am 'ere instead uh?" His relaxed smile was constant and Shakeeya narrowed her eyes and thinned her lips a fraction, preferring not to add anything or acknowledge the man's comments unless necessary. He began to fish about in his pockets, sliding out a cigar and beckoning another businessman to lend him a lighter.
"You don't mind do you? You're welcome to join me of course," he had already lit the cigar before waiting for a response however. It was a celebration it seemed. But Shakeeya was skeptical until contracts were signed and wheels were in motion. She remained deathly still and observing until talk of business hovered back and forth around the royal connections in europe. One only still thriving and in power due to it's... undead qualities. Ranier was just shy of parading the connection, but Shakeeya could hardly blame him. It was a super power they needed on their side rather than against them. So they listened. "I trust you 'ave visited my mother land Monsieur DeCrolie? Or even your family? Oh you should if you 'aven't. The countryside is still lovely this time of year, even in the depth of winter. You know... my mind's wandering. I'm remembering a little classic property in the countryside now... where was it. Anyway. Not important. The prince's you see, they love to capture and breed horses out there with the land they 'ave. Not pretty little ponies mind you. Enormous black beasts. You can see the muscle under their fur as if it were just painted on. And the look in their eyes... my my. I have certainly seen that before," his glowing eyes returned to Shakeeya as she frowned softly, wondering where he was going with this. Whether it was business ramblings or boasting. Or something else.
"I'm sure you're familiar with horses Shakeeya. Your family had some didn't they?" Here it was. He was playing a little game. She steeled her gaze. "Anyway, the royal family have the top horse breakers in the land. These people have pure talent in their veins. You give them a horse and they can mold it however you like," her waved his hand loosely that held his lightly perfumed cigar, "But this particular stallion that one Prince found. I remember him showing me this animal and it was as if a god lived inside of it. Truly just raw beauty and power. No one could break it! Can you imagine? In all of europe. It had no use at all. It just looked nice. "So be rid of it" I dared to say to the Prince. But his mind was different you see. I recall him saying something... about giving the creature it's pride and freedom, and it would cooperate better." Only a few of the businessmen were still following the story and gained a few tiny looks of confusion. Shakeeya raised a hand from her lap to grip at the edge of the table. She could feel his words poisoning her mind.
"Oui, I looked like that too," he gave a small laugh before leaning back in his chair and giving a sideways stare toward the red haired woman, "But I watched him care for the creature. Gave it everything it wanted. And it flourished before his eyes. It's strength grew and it's coat was shining as it ate all of the expensive feed and galloped about in the lush fields. He charmed and calmed it enough to pet him and coax him to being groomed. Such an animal to behold... But you see. The beauty of the prince's method was to give the horse all it wanted, and yet all it's choices and freedoms and treats were blinding it you see. From the fences it was running around inside of." A sudden thick, snapping sound cut through the air as Shakeeya's hand tightened beyond her consciousness, a large crack travelling up the thick wooden table from where she was seated.
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Post by Kay on Jul 9, 2017 5:45:16 GMT
Not even the flashing smile to disarm the atmosphere could help with the temperament that Hiran drowned himself in, watching as this once potential collaborator continue to let himself taunt towards his partner. Eyebrows knitted as the man stared back towards Shakeeya, and the older vampire felt irritation towards his decision to sit first, as wise as it was. When Ranier didn’t immediately respond towards the Ancient’s request to sit, Hiran could feel the fizzling aura that swarmed his large frame darken, and he had to keep himself from scowling as tanned hands touched the chair that partnered next to the seat Shakeeya had earlier claimed. Eyes were intent on the exchange when Shakeeya hissed her dissaproval, but still didn’t move in yet. If she needed aid she would make it known. For now he would just… try to see if there was any way to rectify this meeting. See if there was any benefit towards accepting the business this man offered into his company. The connections and wealth would up the Ancient’s game in his future plans, but he was having a hard time telling himself that dealing with such a threat would be worth it. A threat towards himself and Shakeeya. The only person who had dared to try and cut the connection between the two was De’Crolie… surely even Ranier knew after how that was handled how completely and utterly stupid it was to try and best the Ancient that murdered his own blood father. Again.
Finally the man decided to sit, and Shakeeya could start the presentation she had been building on. Hiran slipped the shades over his old sensitive eyes as the computer projected onto the wall, and let her slide into the thoroughly thought out and detailed research that highlighted the best of this company that been been around for centuries.It wasn’t hard to show that the slave trade the two had been building in the Americas was impressive, structured, and deep in its connections with its sister corporations in other countries. Hiran’s routes ran through four continents, with plans to start heading east into the Asian territories, and so far met with next to no repercussions when it came to missing mortals. He kept his vampiric world secret to the non supernatural after all, and when it came to the magical world… well, none were ever to compete when it came to his finances and influence. Only the royals of the European and Mediterranean found stoppers in his desire for complete dominancy in the field. This blockage had been the reason why he had been seeking for a connection back overseas. Someone with the power that Ranier promised would help expel the black mark that the De’Crolie’s had placed upon themselves after the utter disaster with the Tureaux bloodline.
Hiran’s little reverie over his continuous pros and cons on what to do with finding out that Ranier was now more related towards his group than he had intended was cut with Shakeeya’s fading voice when her presentation ended. The Ancient jerked his bald head up slightly in a quick nod of approval towards her, but fully expected the men to look towards him with questions and comments over the facts that she had fully laid out for them all. It was typical. The young vampire was skilled and intelligent when it came to this world that Hiran had created, but she had yet to create a name for herself. She may have put in the energy to reveal how impressive everything was and how much the other corporates wanted to be a part of it, but it Hiran who breathed life into the company. Though once Ranier spoke up, the Ancient could feel himself regretting just how much influence he put into the world of the slave trade, yet kept his frown to a minimum towards the other man’s boasting. He was still trying to convince himself that despite the familial bond, the vampire held high worth and still needed to be heard out.
Then he had to drag the family that Kaya was once a part of it into the mix, and Hiran’s dark tension built up again. Ranier was either unaware of the unpleasant emotional mix that the Ancient flared, or simply chose to ignore it as his arrogant french attitude allowed. Dark fingers reached to slide the glasses from his face and gently pat back into his breast pocket as the other lit a cigar, giving himself an action so he could ponder what the man’s game plan was in his little taunts.
Visited his mother country… hah. Everyone with some self worth knew of the history that took place in France in the last ten years. It was why Hiran was so invested in this meeting when a french corporate chose to reach out in expanding business in the Americas. The promise of working with someone so close towards the royals who excommunicated his line would only help their reputation. But now… there was something underlying through all the promised trades and stocks that this man promised… and as Hiran listened to the man talk of horses and princes, the true desire for why this vampire wanted to be part of his company was only too clear. Hiran narrowed his eyes only slightly as he listened, hands on his lap and spine straight. Posture alone said that the man was clearly intent on the story as he watched only Ranier, but the snarling rage that kept swirling in his broad frame made it only too clear to those who could feel his energy that the man was not impressed by the metaphor.
Hiran didn’t look up when Shakeeya snapped the table through her unbridled furious strength. He could feel the vengeful darkness taking hold of her the moment her maker brought up her human history. Instead Hiran lifted the corners of his dark lips, and a chuckle entered the thick chilled air that followed her action. Amusement, for now. But amusement for the dark prince was a promise for danger. It would not take Ranier long to learn how much he had been crossing the lines in terms of respect and boundaries.
“As pretty and strong as it may have been, Ranier, I cannot help but think your friend wasted valuable time on such a useless creature.” He placed his hands on the table coolly, expressing his calm light attitude in a false sense of safety towards the group. “I’m afraid I have never had much interest when it’s come to horses. They did poorly in my own motherlands, you see, and thus a drain of resources. I desire something that can withstand even the worst circumstances, from the freezing nights to the hottest drying days. Perhaps they aren’t the most glamorous, but when it comes to investment, camels would be the creatures to place your bet on. Horses are unpredictable, sensitive, and prone to accidents. Ships of the Desert, are what camels are commonly referred to in the end. They are strong, dependable, and survivors.” Hiran looked towards Shakeeya at the last word, and finally decided it was time to stand and reclaim himself as the head of this meeting.
“Now, Ranier, we have shown exactly what is it that we promise to you if this joint cooperation happens. We have reliable shipments, easy to access depositories, and land already waiting for you to start building for yourself should we decide to take each other on and begin your company here in New York. What is it exactly that you will promise for me, besides… horses?” The Ancient’s tone darkened slightly as he continued next, cocking his bald head only just as he studied over the man’s features, weighing himself against the other.
“As you can see, my trade is exclusively in human trading. My resources have told me that you have started investments in vampiric trades, from your old bloodline. Is this a rumor, or have you really decided to create a new game?”
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Post by Vaidya on Jul 12, 2017 14:53:50 GMT
A long stretch of silence ensued. Depending on who you asked in the room it was either a victorious pause or one filled with as much tension as possible. A few business men's eyes darted between the three power houses, whilst others began to busy themselves on tablets or phones. Shakeeya could only grind her teeth a fraction and berate herself for reacting. The game was to get a rise after all and she'd slipped. It was about power and proof of influence. Her golden eyes closed as she centred herself quietly, prying her fingernails out of the thick wood with a slight jerk from the pull. A moody exhale flared her nostrils as she emersed her mind back into the different revenues of murder for Ranier. Sweet, bloody, surprising vengeance. Yes. It would be worth the wait and she stayed quiet as the red head held on to her last thin threads of calm. Shakeeya was ready to reply with a neutral and boring reply to keep Ranier's ego at bay but instead Hiran's unamused tone filled the room.
The voice dragged Ranier's smug expression quickly from his face as he watched Shakeeya from the corner of his burning yellow eyes, turning his head with raised eyebrows and more polite attentiveness toward the Ancient. Underneath all of the boasting and overly accommodating smiles, Ranier was not blinded by ambition so far as to ignore the obvious threat that was the grand red eyed vampire at the head of the table. The man might have looked alot more composed than his little red haired pet, but Ranier knew about the monster within. The power that was unleashed and rarely ever witnessed. Because you were eliminated.
Shakeeya's eyes opened but remained half lidded at she observed the exchange, a cage placed over herself to keep the call for her maker's blood quiet. She obviously respected Hiran a hell of alot more than her creator. But she wondered in that moment, after recent events, whom she feared more. The twinge of uncertainty barely had a chance to be given birth into a solid thought however. Her partner's blood red vision locked with hers as he played back in conversation with the same story telling method of sizing one another up. The entire meeting had turned from one of beneficiary allies, to one of perhaps ownership of Shakeeya's title in this room. Her amber gaze held his over the distance of the long table and the calm she had been forcing upon herself was pitiful in comparison to the force Hiran summoned over her. Be still. Feel nothing the creator sent toward her. She was a survivor and he was a cockroach. It wasn't words sent into her mind but almost a focus point. And the action swept her lips up one side of her face in a simple smirk, along with a small tilt of her chin in approval toward Hiran perhaps baring her neck subconsciously toward him in a renewed show of trust. There was a threat and he had her back. He had confidence in her. And all of their tribulation from nights ago began to grow hazy and unimportant in relation to these new developments. United, they would play this card they were dealt. Divided well... Ranier might aswell place her on a leash himself. The polite, charming toothy smile was slowly fading. Sinking into a blank canvas, one that looked hollow and perhaps disappointed. Shakeeya presumed his little game had been snuffed out but maybe it had been more than that. A test of the Ancient and his right hand woman's bond? His dark eyebrows gave a dismissive quirk before taking a longer drag of the exotic smelling cigar and exhaling the substance even slower from the side of his mouth. "Ah Missiour, you are a stickler for business before pleasure I see. I respect that..." the words didn't sound convincing but the enigmatic bounces of his European accent remained like an old habit. Shakeeya felt her churning insides growing more settled and she reclined back in her chair as she watched her lover play now. He was tired of the power struggle and ownership of the room it seemed. In the vampiress' eyes, it was like watching a cat bat a mouse around and she would enjoy any little stab that was going to be honest.
"Oui. Ironically horses I could provide in a way you see. Not pretty prancing beasts, but reigned in creatures. Ones that have been broken in properly. And will abide by any instruction..." He was most definitely referring to the dangerous hobby he had, of creating a new vampire at the drop of a hat. "I must admit. It is getting more difficult to hear them all in here," he raised a finger to tap at his temple and just like switching a button, his broad smile returned again with an almost bashful kind of laugh, leaning back in his chair aswell, away from the tension that had him hunched forward before. "But they are all very useful and ready for your disposal if you should need it. That and the Tureaux name and finances behind you. ...you should be unstoppable," another puff of his cigar and a vague gesture with both hands before his chest, "Even with this werewolf problem."
Shakeeya stiffened her shoulders and her eyes narrowed to shade her amber eyes with her lashes. So he had done some homework to the state of affairs in their territory. "I don't really consider it a vampiric trade a such no. They are all willing. All following. A trained army if you will. A service to the cause," no matter how he dressed it, Shakeeya was still imagining the amount of lives Ranier had experimented on to obtain that perfect, obedient child soldier. "I have no games when it comes to business dear Sir," he spoke in a mock offended tone in order to gain back rapport, "My only interest is to ally power with power. As an ambassador for the Royals, I can assure you that is the prime objective in all of this. So we can all survive as it were." Yellow flicked back to her in creased, smiling eyes. It made her dead, pale skin crawl. But she showed nothing, just like Hiran told her. More words were traded and she watched as Ranier attempted to bring himself up to Hiran's presence in the room, but it was so much showmanship and it had that little smirk still etched into the woman's face by the time she was sliding forward the contracts for the men to go over. Ones their lawyers had gone through with great precision. And soon the small sea of bodies was filing out of the room, leaving Ranier with a final nod to Hiran and not even a final glance back at the unobtainable lost child of his. They would deliberate over the contract in another room. Take an hour, a day. Shakeeya had no interest in that moment.
Perhaps she could allow her brain to throw her experiences into the wind, and his... terrible lack of locks aside for the moment. All she saw was power and support when she had required him. It was quiet as the door closed and the red head remained reclined, one elbow propping up on the arm of the chair to rest her chin in her hand, her pointer finger tapping away at her lower lip. "...did you just. Call me a camel?" There was a playful tone of insult when of course she had been quite amused by the exchange. She tried not to smile too broadly at his response to the question. And in a sudden flare of energy, her eyes were radiating that thirst for games and twists in mundane things. In a swift moment the vampiress had disappeared from view. A mere mortal might have jolted their head around to search the room desperately but they would not find her standing anywhere. Or sitting for that manner.
In a flash of less than a second, the red head had travelled across the room to the other end of that distant table, closing the stagnant distance with her vampiric abilities. On her knees. A firey head nuzzled inbetween the Ancient's knees from beneath the table before long nailed hands reached up to hook over the tops of his muscular thighs, finally burning orbs gazing up, dancing with a dark mirth fromjust beneath the table up at the man in the sharp suit. Her eyes spoke of a greeting. Hello again. Her pale cheek nuzzled in to the inside of his thigh as she gazed up, shifting to sit her bottom between her heeled feet on the floor. "...the problem is," she purred lowly, her expression bordering with a touch of crazed obsession she had acquired over the hundreds of years for the currently absent haired Ancient, "I tend to swallow more than I spit."
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Post by Kay on Jul 13, 2017 7:26:23 GMT
The man at the very least remembered just what kind of fire he was trying to play with, changing his expression immediately and straightening his spine. Hiran studied the reactions as Ranier checked himself after the Ancient’s own warning for his demand of respect. It was enough that he would let the elder vampire continue to talk, but he knew at this point that something was lost between the two. Both men desired something but it was Hiran who held it, and he had no intentions of letting it go. The threat that Ranier posed over this was enough that despite the strong connections he could bring back into the Ancient’s domain, Hiran doubted he would risk losing her. Ranier wanted her, and the last time a vampire exuded towards the idea of taking her away, Hiran brought a whole fucking league of ancients down on him. The younger vampire was kidding himself if he truly thought he could just waltz into the middle of the Ancient’s own territory and try to go after the one creature that has been at his side the longest since he had been turned.
But Hiran let his fizzling strength die slightly once Shakeeya was able to control her wild temper, his instinctive need to shield her diminishing so that he could keep more attention towards her maker and try to figure out just what sort of game he was playing by so blatantly showing his interest for the red head. The smile had finally died from the vampire’s face, but Hiran could not let himself feel victorious yet as he could see the other man consider his words, knowing the level of danger he had set for himself and attempt to disarm the towering Ancient before he let loose his infamous rage towards those who bothered him. And Ranier had done so much more than that at this point.
The Ancient hid the sneer that begged to curl the edge of his dark lips as the snark that first left Ranier’s lips. Of course he was a stickler for business. That was supposed to be the whole point. But he kept the cool composure. He couldn’t reveal any hint of the underlying tension that desperately wanted to lash out and inflict its aggression towards the one who dared made Shakeeya small while under his watch. He wouldn’t let the maker have the satisfaction in knowing just how much the cold black blood that ran through Hiran’s veins boil at the thought of him even touching his lover again. But with the continuation of Ranier’s metaphor about horses, the urge to roll his gaze was strong, though he listened carefully.
A genuine smirk finally emerged as Ranier mentioned his struggle with the mental connection that came with having fledglings. Hiran only had two, and that alone was enough to give him mind workout and maintaining the constant hum of thoughts and emotions that were forever connected to him because of his blood that ran through his veins, similar to the link that he and Shakeeya shared with her constant feeding off his veins during their torturous foreplays. Hiran was slightly curious as to how a vampire could maintain even a hint of his sanity by creating countless children. The voices must be at a constant high at the back of his head. Could he even tell his own thoughts from theirs at this point? Before he could delve into the possible connection and bond the vampire might have shared and spared this evening from its constant run downhill of problems, the Ancient found his breaking point.
Muscles stiffened slightly as Ranier mentioned the family name that has been barred from the Ancient’s life for nearly five years, but it was the reminder of werewolves that wiped the smirk from his face and made his eyes narrow in a predatory watch. So that was his reasoning for confidence. He thought himself to be the saviors amidst the packs of wolves that believed they would come out on top of the supernatural wars for dominancy in this country. Him and his wealth and his ties to the royals that had turned their backs on one of the oldest lines that still existed. Ranier alone was the man who would aid the red eyed vampire and thus win Shakeeya over as a trophy for all his work and charm and wit, as though Hiran would just roll over and let the other man take over everything that the Ancient had built for himself ever since his first deadly blow against De’Crolie. The threat became so apparent as Hiran’s thoughts blared in crescendo when he realized how obvious in what his decision had to be. Ranier was not just here to take back the red head that was fighting her own war towards seeing her maker again. Ranier was here to become the new Ancient, and to steal the world that Hiran had built and set an example for when it came to the Corporate for vampires. Nothing else mattered at that point. Hiran found the reason for his hesitation at the start, and now that it made itself so obvious he felt like a young fool for not seeing it before. Many in the past had tried to wedge themselves into the powerhouse that was his corporation. Ranier was only the first to succeed in the glittering promises that were made in the rich connections he had obtained himself. He was the only that Hiran felt actually compared towards what he had been working towards; complete and total domination over the human race. Only it wasn’t to be a partnership. Ranier was going to snuff Hiran out if he became part of the American company that suddenly made itself a threat towards the Europeans. That was why someone so richly connected to the Tureaux reached out. They wanted to stop him.
The internal raging war that was screaming towards at the Ancient screeched into silence as Shakeeya handed over the contracts and the men began to file themselves away. Eyes blinked as he realized he was actually shaking Ranier’s hand before watching the back of his supposed future murderer exited the room, red eyes meeting with amber before the door and frosted glass separated each other from sight. The strict tension that made his frame rigid released with a deep sigh, and Hiran sat down into his chair. Elbows propped on the fractured table as a hand rubbed over the stressed crimson eyes as he fought with the revelations that would not leave his forethoughts now that they existed. He was usually quick to see through one’s armor when it came to potential assassins, but Ranier proved to be a dangerous and cunning opponent all evening. He tried to let that soothe over the dripping idea that it was probably his age that made it hard to see that he had been in danger by setting up this meeting. Hiran couldn’t accept the idea that he was his own worst threat… not yet.
The brown hand that covered his face lowered slightly as Shakeeya’s voice finally made its presence again in the room, looking up towards the woman. A white eyebrow quirked, and before he could help himself, grinned at her question. “Perhaps I did. But I didn’t mean anything less than what I said. You are my ship in this desert, Shakeeya.” He could not steer, nor sail, without her. And unfortunately, it seemed that Ranier knew this too.
Hiran blinked as the woman dashed under the table, his old eyes catching the swift vampiric speed faster than his brain could, and it caught up only as she was already between his knees. The man grunted, leaning back only just as he caught sight of her leaning her face onto his slacks and hands that were running up. A jolt of excitement strung through the old beast, forgetting momentarily of the stress that had seeped through his thoughts as he watched those liquid gold for eyes burn up towards him. He hadn’t seen that stare in days, and it brought down a spell upon him that he didn’t want to fight. Not after a meeting that had stenched the air in such a disgusting manner.
She slid further towards him and in response he reached a hand down to caress her cheek, the ache that shifted through his shoulders lessening in the odd tenderness that she unexpectantly expressed. Her joke however brought up amusement, and he brought forth a genuine dark chuckle. The notes were deep, but his eyes softened to express the truth for his amusement instead of the promising dangers his laughter towards Ranier ensued. “I would expect nothing less, my wild creature.” Taking the hint of what she was asking for, his legs shifted further apart, welcoming her in. After days of separation and bitterness. It had already made its mark as his desire for her twisted comforts shifted into his need for her touch, and could already feel the tightness that his slacks restricted him in. He would have been embarrassed perhaps if he ever held back how much he craved her, but he enjoyed letting her know now just how much she already was putting a spell over him as the hand that tenderly held the side of her head shifted, grasping towards the nape of her neck to bring her forward. The other reached to pull at the buckle of his belt, pulling the leather apart before finally undoing the buttons that stood between him and bliss that his companion was so clearly offering for him. A release after this shitshow of a meeting. For a moment, a grimace crossed his face as irritation flared for her maker. He leaned forward to hide the expression, using this as opportunity to lean hips forward as he undid the last button and released his thickening desire from its restraint.
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Post by Vaidya on Jul 13, 2017 15:09:41 GMT
A part of her should have perhaps been wary. The Ancient was described as unpredictable at the best of times, but ever since she had stayed by his side those erratic behaviours had only ever benefited her. Keeping her entertained mostly. The new breed of darkness inside him intertwining with that unpredictability however should have kept the red haired vampiress a little more skittish. But the heightened tensions from just moments ago led her astray, her mind choosing to throw this irritating shadow of caution off of her back and give in to an older, more powerful instinct. To be with Hiran. To stand with him, trade both light and heavy words with him, plot with him, trade lusts with him, draw blood with him. His rare spoken affections echoed oddly inside her head instead. Shakeeya almost wanted to bite herself for ever doubting her importance to him.
Even if as a thing to possess, the woman on her knees chose to ignore such a clear intention from the Ancient. And why? Because she was just as keen to possess this man herself. Such seriousness was flung aside when the dashing grin spread across the man's dark features, causing her own face to mirror his along with a hint of pride in summoning a genuine laugh from him, her own left cheek pressing tighter into his inner thigh and squishing her face a little in an almost twisted innocence. A small little laugh bounced from her throat as he encouraged her, ending with a small appreciative raise of her eyebrows at being referred to as she was. Shakeeya might have been bound tight in clothes and even tighter in responsibilities, but in the end her mask would slip when pressured. She was a wild little thing that thrived off basic instinct and twisted pleasure. And she almost purred when her advances were not pushed away in extended bitterness or grudges. He had missed her aswell by the heavy way his red eyes watched her nuzzling movements travel further inwards along his thigh as his legs spread under the table. Shakeeya turned her lips into his clothed skin, tempted to tear a hole instantly with her fangs but instead watched as his hand lowered to her face. A soft hum of satisfaction left her body, tension flooding away from her that she hadn't been aware of carrying, tilting her cheek he held momentarily into his hand like a faithful pet before perking toward his other hand's purpose. Large fingers unbuckling his belt with a soft clang before her face and Shakeeya felt her excitement sky rocket. It had been too long and she hated not seeing and touching him in every possible way.
The vampire was barely getting his pants open when his soft cupping hand shifted to grip her neck, causing her to grunt but not at all move away. Her smiling, anticipating expression morphed into a greedy smirk instead. She could feel her lust bubbling to the surface as she waited those long seconds and her face was pressed against his crotch before he could release his member, a soft nuzzle and murmur into his clothed member and dipping lower to hum a tone into his balls. Her hands gripped his legs firmly, hooking around the outside to pull his thighs further apart and truly feast on the feel of him against her face. She inhaled deeply and her eyes all but rolled into the back of her head. He drove her crazy with this offering, and all rational thought began to unravel. All her senses could focus on now was his cock being presented beside her face that was pressed tighter than before into his groin as the Ancient shifted forward in his seat. Shakeeya interpreted the action more as a show of desperate desire and dominance, missing the irritated face t man wore over the top of the table, fighting to forget the troubles of the day. She was too busy peeling open her glowing eyes to feast on the sight of his already swelling length hanging and brushing against her soft cheek. Semi-erect already and she had barely done a thing. Shakeeya knew how to take such a compliment. She took but a moment to marvel at the sight of his cock, pulling her face back an inch to drink in the primal lust hovering before her. Offered to her so efficiently, as if to feed a hungry animal. Thick and dark brown, smoith, silky skin, weighted down with size but beginning to show a beautiful buoyancy as the blood he did possess in his system began to flood toward his manhood. "Mmm," she gave a clear sound of approval as she stared, before ghosting her lips gently up along the side of his shaft, "I missed you." She was not a soft creature though. Such tenderness was not meant to last as the cracks in her own lust began to grow, her thighs shifting together in her knelt position as an indescribable heat began to pool in her lower belly. "Hiran..." Her breath barely a whisper as she gave a firm kiss to his pelvis, finally travelling her tickling kisses up his dick and reaching the tight flesh there before tilting her head back down to open her mouth wide, take him in quickly and suck the semi flaccid tip and first half of his cock into her little mouth. A shaking and determined exhale flared her nostrils before she allowed him to pull her head forward and take the rest of his length inside her mouth and throat. It was easier to do when he was soft, but that wasn't going to stay that way for long. She talked down her gag reflex by staying still at first, an easy task since she never had much use for such a reflex anymore in this afterlife, and instead burrowed her face further forward into him, wiggling and dragging him around inside her mouth until the sounds that she liked to hear best began to reward her ears. She was his to use. And he was under her power in this moment.
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Post by Kay on Jul 14, 2017 10:07:55 GMT
A shakey breath exhaled from Hiran’s dark lips as Shakeeya pressed her face into him, breathing into his skin and lust. The hand that shook the last of the restraining clothing pulled away to grasp onto his forehand, elbow hitting the table as he fought to control his composure. It had been days though, and as good as his restraint was, he had always reached a point of helplessness when it came to Shakeeya’s touches over him. She knew how to tempt and rule him over when it came to pleasure, as was only natural when you became lovers for centuries. Every movement was controlled and precise and he could feel himself react to each touch she placed over his aching sex. Even her voice at this moment was perfect in presentation, and his member gave a small throb as she whispered towards him and his manhood. Hiran had missed her too. Her sweet plump lips, and tongue, and teeth. It had been days since any of it had been touched.
The Ancient suppressed the groan as she let his name be relinquished into the air, not wanting to let all control die just yet. They had only just started, but already his body was aching for the release she was promising as lips pressed into his skin and traveled along his thickening flesh. He sucked in a breath as she reached his head, and hissed between clenched teeth as lips widened, welcoming his girth with tongue, teeth, and breath still warm from her youth. The hand that had been hiding his weary eyes pressed deep into his skin, stretching to roll over his bald head as he tilted it down and gripped the back of his own neck. The hand that was still pressed into the nape of Shakeeya’s neck tightened slightly, holding back only for now the desire to force her to move to his whim. It wasn’t a control he could keep for long.
“Alaliha.” The word of his old mother tongue slipped before he could stop himself as blood coursed to between his legs, feeling himself thicken in Shakeeya’s mouth and throat. His hand finally decided it had enough in being docile and pressed her further into him, her nose pressing up against the soft white curls of hair above the start of his shaft, and chin pressing into the folds of his scrotum. He let her stay there for a spell as he enjoyed the sensations of her taking him wholly and the noises that vibrated against his growing length. The fight for control over himself was lost, a groan following the old word of a language he no longer used as fingers clenched into Shakeeya’s flesh to pull her back, the action resulting in a fully engorged sex being exposed back to the air, chilled with the slick covering of her slaver. Hips wanted to buck the shaft back down her throat but he was already have trouble hunched over while sitting as she pleased him, so he let his hand do the work for now. He pushed her back, and forth, hisses and moans escaping throat at the coaxing for her mouth to fuck him.
Hiran started to lean back as a means to shift himself closer towards his lover and perhaps watch the sight of her taking him between her lips, but red eyes caught a glimpse of the black glistening device on the table on top of the stack of papers of the information for Ranier and his company. The hand that had been gripping firmly at the back of his neck shifted, and with a wicked grin he reached out towards the smart phone. He had already made the decision that was whirring around inside his head before she had decided to please him for his protective desire over her, but the idea of how to do it was boring until she went and crawled under the table.
Red eyes looked down as he freed the back of her head from his grasp. He winked down as fingers pressed buttons on the screen of his phone, grunting and holding back the urge of pleasing sounds as she still toyed with him. “Keep up the game, love. I promise this will only make it better.” He looked over the message he had already sent out, a request for Ranier to come back and join the Ancient for a last minute decision on the contract. He set the phone down and tilted his head back as he focused solely on the sensations of her working her charms over him, sighing only for a moment as hands gripped at the table. “Just… don’t make a sound when he comes in. At least not at first.” And with that the Ancient straightened his spine as he leaned forward, crossing his arms and looked towards the door. Perfectly normal posture… if it wasn’t for his flared nostrils as he sought to keep the groans down as Shakeeya never ceased to ride him with her mouth.
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Post by Vaidya on Jul 17, 2017 14:43:49 GMT
Previous arrogance about the diminishing presence of her gag reflex was swiftly beginning to double back on itself. Shakeeya could feel his girth swell at a rapid pace as she hummed and nuzzled into him, lips easily pressing around the base of his entire length. But the soft flesh that had been nestled away so easily was now running out of space and lengthening down the woman's throat. Her closed and half smiling eyes quickly snapped open, dark flesh and snowy trimmed pubic hair filling her vision, but the old instinct that her brain clung to was one of panic as her airway became occluded. Her head began to tilt backwards as she gagged and gave a sharper hum of surprise. She shouldn't have been surprised. They had been very familiar with each other's bodies over the centuries, but she couldn't quite recall his lust gaining such momentum so quickly in a long while. Then again, it had been three days. Her head began to slide backwards but was haulted instantly by his strong hand, forcing her chin back forward to nestle in his soft scrotum. Shakeeya felt her eyes begin to water as she half choked and her throat spasmed and lurched around him, no doubt a thrilling, pleasurable sensation and sight for the domineering man. By the time she was permitted to pull away, or rather guided back with his grip, saliva was running down her chin and his cock was shining from it. Shakeeya gasped a couple of breaths out of habit, recovering quickly before delivering a broad, toothy smirk up to the Ancient. Oh he wanted her so badly. He wanted to fuck into her tight little mouth and there was nothing he could say to convince her otherwise. Amidst the whooshing passion and alarms, she had heard his mother tongue cursing and praising at the same time. She had him back and the red head under the table was happy to oblige in keeping him with her. Despite being a terrible person. An evil, twisted little thing. She quite enjoyed being a generous lover. There were not many more things more empowering than giving a man head. She might have been on her knees, but he was in her grasp. Crooning and yearning to every move she made.
Her palms curled over the outsides of his thighs now ans rubbed over the top of his pants in an almost grounding sense, easing him back to focus on her as he paused to watch down after her eager move. His firm grip on the nape of her neck just made the woman's smirk darken as her tongue slipped forward to run briefly over her top lip in quiet approval. There was no time to offer a coy word however as the shaven bald vampire pulled her head forward once more onto his cock, a soft grunt and gag at the movement slipping from her before she relaxed and eased into his rather strong suggestion. Shakeeya allowed her wet lips to lock firmly around his girth, her mouth sucking down enough to make a few slurping sounds as she began to bob up and down over him. It only took a few penetrations of her mouth before the woman's tongue began to swirl vigorously around the head of his cock. She had gone from zero to maximum effort in a very short time, and just as her amber eyes peered up at him shifting back to watch her, she couldn't help but pause in her motions and lift a sharp eyebrow at him tapping away on his phone and telling her to continue. He seemed far too preoccupied with her attentions initially, that she never thought he would be using this time to catch up on some emails. But the flashing, conniving grin he delivered to her left Shakeeya quite comfortable in not asking questions. That and she had a mouthful of his cock so that made it difficult aswell. A smirking crinkle in the corner of her bright eyes remained as she gave a soft groan of intrigue over his member before deciding to slow her passionate assault on him. Even though his greedy hand was pushing her down over him in such a domineering way it was beginning to make her wet the way he was using her body... She forced her head back against his hand and slowed her pace until he eventually released his grip on her, deciding to trust her it seemed. Or rather, wanted to appear as non chalant as possible for their returning business partner. It took a few moments for the inclination of Hiran's plan to tick over in her brain. Albeit she was a little preoccupied and flushing with distracting lust herself. But Shakeeya couldn't help but pause in her head's slower, craning movements and tilt her head a fraction. Almost in an odd twist of innocence at the realisation that Ranier was returning to the meeting room. And Hiran was quite pleased with the position she was in for this encounter. Once the reality set in, the lithe woman couldn't hold back the low chuckle over his cock, swirling her tongue in a large, swift swoop over the tip before releasing him with a little pop of her lips. "Oh my love," was all she could chuckle out in pure amusement and approval, her eyes unable to meet his now that he had repositioned himself but still glanced upwards as if to connect with those ruby jewels through the table. And then they returned to her prize, her right hand releasing his thigh now and wiping the back of her hand across her mouth beginning to drip with saliva. His cock was magnificent under the table, the head now standing fully swollen and almost brushing the under side of the table because he was so hard. She couldn't help but shudder a soft groan of want, her hand now raising to grip slowly around the end of his cock and gently pull the rest of his silky foreskin back to reveal the sensitive flesh beneath. The tip of her tongue flicked slowly to and fro on the underside of his head, delivering a swirl encompassing the entire end of him before she paused at the sound of footsteps and a sharp rap at the door. Oh this was going to be good. Her smirk was never ending and as the dark haired man pushed open the door, Shakeeya forced Hiran's cock back inside her mouth and down her throat once again as she entered this fun game, not gagging now that she had previously adjusted but instead making a few quiet suckles and swallowing motions to continue driving him wild. He was filling her completely but she remained focused on the game. Was it to not get caught? Or was it to make Hiran crack? Was it to make Ranier as confused as possible before he realised his blood daughter was giving his advisory a blowjob right infront of him? All were viable options and so she decided all was good.
"Ah Missiour DeCrolie," Ranier sounded a little more strained than when he had left before and his victorious cigar was now absent from his smart mouth, "I regret to inform you that we are not yet a page through reading the agreement. Is there something I can 'elp you with? Is there something wr-?" He stopped prematurely at the end of his question as his glowing eyes scanned the room for his long lost creation. "Oh... Shakeeya is off already? Shame..." He perhaps had more toying to attend to with her. But Shakeeya could only focus on the rising heat inside her and how amazing Hiran was feeling in her mouth. She pulled back quite sharply but remained as stealthy as a vampiress could. Her hand now began to pump him, enjoying the shining wet of his shaft and the feel of the soft skin yet hard flesh beneath. Her hand rolled over the head of him, stirring the sensitive areas there the way she knew he liked. Shakeeya wished she was also a fly on the wall in that very moment as she turned her head to watch Ranier's shoes intently and felt Hiran's thigh tense beneath her left hand, and yet no doubt he maintained an Ancient's composure. Or did he?
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Post by Kay on Jul 19, 2017 10:07:44 GMT
For as controlled and well trained as Hiran could be, given his age and experience, not even he could resist the pull of sexual pleasure. His red eyes dipped close as she released her jaw from his girth, the crisp air hitting his slick skin. The words that slipped through her lips resulted in air being sucked in through his nostrils, waiting for the coming storm that was swirling inside her. She knew she had him at that point, and part of him struggled with that knowledge. It was always inevitable. He was an old beast who sought for dominancy, and despite the pleasure that came with relinquishing control, he had to fight against the urge to remain on top when Shakeeya let forth the power she could have over him. It wasn’t going to be a long battle this evening. Every inch of the Ancient ached for her touch. He pulsed in burning need as fingers dragged his foreskin down and her tongue kissed at his sensitive tip. Arms that were crossed over his chest leaned down onto the table, hands flattening against its surface as his head leaned down in a quick pant. Nails curved outwards as he tried to restrain his strength from lashing out and scratching into the wood, resulting in him clenching his teeth. The reserve was gone for the moment as he focused entirely on the feel and desire of the small red headed woman underneath the table, inbetween his legs and giving him the thrills he had been aching for days. In a brief moment he had nearly forgotten his original plan on tormenting her maker with thoughts of dragging the vampire up and pinning her onto the table’s surface. A hand nearly reached down to carry out on its own accord to the thoughts that were racing through his mind of having her once again.
Then a stranger’s footsteps made Hiran’s eyes flash open. His body shifted accordingly with his spine straightening and hands folding neatly over themselves, but there was still a dangerous look in his eyes as he fought with his lust, though would hopefully be presented as angry towards Ranier in the moment. It turned wide eyed the moment that Ranier stepped into the room as Shakeeya’s mouth engulfed his size again, and he fought the urge to groan as the elder vampire made his way inside the meeting room to see why the Ancient would call upon him when he already had the contract. Hiran was now fighting a multitude of emotions that were raging around inside; the lustful pleasures of Shakeeya’s touch, the vengeful glee of what he had to say to Ranier, and the prickling annoyance of being without control through his own primal desires. He forced it all down must like Shakeeya’s way with his manhood as he flashed a threatening smirk towards the other man. Caution was to be demanded with such an emotion at that time, if Ranier knew any better. Despite the satisfaction that was running through his veins for the upcoming triumph he was about to deliver, Hiran still had to keep the powered anger in check. The beast that lurked inside was snarling as he saw the other vampire as it was reminded of the threat he posed. He was not after just his partner, but his whole legacy. It was a possible replacement for what the Ancient was and despite himself, could not help but feel the threat that Ranier had so foolishly exposed.
Eyes flickered upwards as Ranier spoke first, a little worn over the length of the company contract. It was necessary. No stone was to be left unturned to protect the legacy from loopholes. Most companies required a few days with their lawyers to ensure everything was to standard and propose no threat towards their own well being. The knowledge of wasting Ranier and his men’s time sent a twinge of glee into the Ancient’s gut, though he wouldn’t show it. He was about to speak up with his own form of resentment for interrupting his read over, when the man asked about the Ancient’s partner. The spark of danger was ignited in his bloodied gaze and muscles fought from letting him stand at that very moment to dash towards the elder. Instead he grunted, partly to control his wild temper and partly to show some sense of acknowledgement towards Shakeeya as hands slid in motion over his leaking shaft under the table, yet to be seen by the intruder. Lips threatened to frown in reaction to the question, but instead Hiran shifted so that he looked down towards the papers that were still in front of him on the long desk.
“Yes, regrettably she could not be sitting here for this conversation. I’ll keep it brief so your men won’t have to keep wasting their own time.” Hands shifted to grab at the papers, holding them up and shifting them against the table to line them together. The distraction and noise was needed as the little vampire between his thighs toyed with him, and he was pulsing in her grip as a result. Nostrils flared for a moment before he looked up towards Shakeeya’s maker, narrowing his gaze slightly with a frown. “I’m afraid we decided that we won’t be partnering with you, after all, Missiour LeBlanc. A regrettable waste of your time, of course, but it can’t be helped. You see…” He lowered the papers at that point to cross his arms on the table, leaning forward as he shifted himself further into the woman’s grasp, urging her to keep going. “We were under the assumption you were here for an expansion and trade. But I believe you decided to come for more.” Like the woman who at that moment was pretending she wasn’t here, listening to every word. A white eyebrow rose as his bald head leaned back, waiting for a reaction. “Am I wrong?”
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