Akasha Reborn
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,866
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Akasha Reborn
Lust Bite
Long ago in the time of the Renaissance, when art and music were only mere reflections of the lust for knowledge and exploration, she existed as a servant. Not too lowly or she would have been over looked by her Sire but as a lady in waiting to a high lady of court. She would oft advise her lady in matters of politics and science. Having a mind that was never satiated, she would linger whenever there was conversations of high minds sparred.
Perhaps this is how, she was first noticed by her Sire, a lady out of place amongst the great thinkers of the time. Yet it could easily have been just her strikingly good looks, blue-black hair, pale blue eyes, alabaster skin, petite frame and very well rounded figure.
She had long since caught the eye of her own lord and master, Lord Chutney. His advances grew and eventually led to her ‘impurity’. Nights of finding any reason not to retire to her room, so as not to be found and forced to do his bidding, led to a distaste for men. Thinking them beasts and loathing their existence and soon her own for all the attention that came her way.
It had been a cold snowy evening when Lord Vyron made his winter visit to the manor. He arrived as always in the late evening in a heavily curtained carriage. He was taller than most, a truly regal visage, as he strode through the entryway. All were captivated by his charm, his style and grace. Gazing upon him, one would wonder as to hise hee heritage for he was certainly far more beautiful than any Celtic liege.
“Aaaa Lord Vyron, you have finally arrived. Things were just starting to get dull.” Lord Chutney rambled on. It would be difficult for many to get a word in edge wise but Lord Vyron seemed to know how to handle him better than his nursemaid. With just a raising of his eyebrow, the old lord gave over the floor to Lord Vyron.
“It’s been along…” pausing as at this moment Millicent entered to give her mistress her missing kerchief, Lord Vyron’s eyes followed her intently taking in her sweet form. “…time since we last met and I have brought you some small gifts from my travels”
She had filled out nicely since his last visit. She never could despise him the way she did other men. Something in his looks always made her linger wherever he was.
After the guests retired and she had helped her lady into bed, she slipped out into the courtyard. Looking carefully around, she was anxious not to be seen, pulling her dark brown cape tightly around her she hurried through the different walkways and made her way out to the manor gate. She moved quickly as she didn’t want to miss the appointed time that the note stated. Tightly in her fist she held a note, a note by Lord Vyron. All that was written on it was midnight in the grove.
The snow was a foot thick and still falling as she approached what in summer was the best place to be. The grove had many fruit trees growing in it, that in winter’s height were bare of fruit and looked almost dead, without a leaf on their many branches. She made her way looking for him. Not sure where in the grove he would be. Looking up at the soft white flakes that would spell her death if she stayed to long, she questioned herself for this foolishness. Why did she feel so compelled to run out here for him? She couldn’t possibly hope to believe he would take her away from the manor but the thought of leaving seemed so much better than staying.
Suddenly, he was standing in front of her. It was as though he was formed from the shadows and darkness unraveled around him. “Will you do my bidding?”
“Yes Lord, I would be thy servant,” said Millicent hope rising in her throat.
“We shall see” and with that Lord Vyron descended upon Millicent. His mouth upon hers, he started to remove her clothing. She thought to herself, she could trade being ravaged by him verses Lord Chutney. At least he was not repulsive to look at or have a stench that would almost knock you to the floor.
Quickly and deftly his hands unfasten, unbuckled, untied the many layers of her cape, dress, corset, and slips, all falling unnoticed in a pile, on the ground, at her feet. She felt herself being lowered, almost as though she were floating upon the still surface of a lake until she felt the stark cold crush of snow beneath her, it was so gently done. For the first time, she was not fighting her aggressor and began to feel ripples of pleasure cascade over her naked flesh. The cold snow against her backside was contrasted immensely by the heat spiraling from inside her as every touch of his brought wave upon wave of pleasure. His mouth made his way down her neck, lingering over her breast, as she felt gentle pricks around her nipples. Downward over her stomach his breath sent chills up her spine. He continued as his hands squeezed firmly on her inner thighs, he pushed her legs apart. His lips and tongue dove into her, dipping tauntingly to taste her honeyed essence, to her shock and delight.
She had never had a man touch her this way, never had she even thought of man licking her inside her lips. She ached with desire and longing, her arousal was overwhelming. Every inch of her skin was tingling, her face, breast, and vulva all filling with blood. She could hardly contain her pleasure any longer when two sharp piercing sensations, like daggers, struck her in her most vulnerable and delicate place. “Aaaaaarrrrraaaaaaaaaa!!!” She screamed as he bit her deeply. Suddenly she felt this pulling sensation, as every part of her was being pulled towards his mouth, her body becoming as cold as the snow against it. He withdrew from her legs and looked over her soft creamy body writhing on the snow. Lovely little blood drops over her breast, belly, and dripping ever so slightly from the crease of her thigh where it met her body.
She felt light headed and darkness encased her sight. She could feel him over her, his breath, his hands as they began to touch her again squeezing her breast and another bite, “aaaa,” she could barely make a sound. She was so weak now. He moved on top of her, with his legs pushing her more open, pushing himself inside. This tearing sensation surged up inside, she could barely take any more. Slipping his arms around her, he pulled her close to him. One hand holding her back and the other her shoulder, he braced her for his thrusts. Pounding into her, she felt her legs moving around his, she was wrapping herself around him without any energy or thought, just a need to absorb every one of his movements into her. Thrusting deeper and harder, she began to moan with every pounding movement. His hand moved up from her shoulder to the nape or her neck where he grabbed her hair and pulled her head sideways. Moonlight glistening on her neck, the remaining blood within her pulsing softly, just under the surface of her skin. He bit down and began to drain her life from her.
Slicing his neck with his pinky nail, he let his own blood poor forth. Millicent barely conscience now she heard him whisper, “Now do my bidding. Drink,” as he placed her mouth over his neck. Sweet salty nectar upon her tongue, deep within her a hunger rises and she begins to suck upon his neck. Smell of his blood beckons her on and she feeds more passionately and viciously. Till finally he throws her off of him, towards a tree, and onto to the ground she tumbles. She rises with a new vigor, everything around her seen in vivid detail. Turning she realizes she can smell all the different plants and animals around them in incredible detail, distance, size and vitality. Then she looks back towards Lord Vyron with her new eyes, he is lying in the snow with a smile creasing the edges of his lips.
“You are now my childer. Millicent is dead, Akasha I name thee for our Queen. You remind me greatly of her and I’d like to offer you to her.” Akasha didn’t understand of what he was talking but accepted his words of her new life and her new name. “I will teach you. Now quickly dress yourself, we need to find a safe haven to rest before dawn.” With that he staggers to his feet and begins to gather his cloths. Akasha began to dress and was amazed at how quickly she moved, she merely just thought about it and she was already fastening her cape.
Taking her hand they began to speed through the orchard, across the land to his carriage. Once inside he pulls shut the curtains. “Akasha, your life of a vampire is just beginning…”
Long ago in the time of the Renaissance, when art and music were only mere reflections of the lust for knowledge and exploration, she existed as a servant. Not too lowly or she would have been over looked by her Sire but as a lady in waiting to a high lady of court. She would oft advise her lady in matters of politics and science. Having a mind that was never satiated, she would linger whenever there was conversations of high minds sparred.
Perhaps this is how, she was first noticed by her Sire, a lady out of place amongst the great thinkers of the time. Yet it could easily have been just her strikingly good looks, blue-black hair, pale blue eyes, alabaster skin, petite frame and very well rounded figure.
She had long since caught the eye of her own lord and master, Lord Chutney. His advances grew and eventually led to her ‘impurity’. Nights of finding any reason not to retire to her room, so as not to be found and forced to do his bidding, led to a distaste for men. Thinking them beasts and loathing their existence and soon her own for all the attention that came her way.
It had been a cold snowy evening when Lord Vyron made his winter visit to the manor. He arrived as always in the late evening in a heavily curtained carriage. He was taller than most, a truly regal visage, as he strode through the entryway. All were captivated by his charm, his style and grace. Gazing upon him, one would wonder as to hise hee heritage for he was certainly far more beautiful than any Celtic liege.
“Aaaa Lord Vyron, you have finally arrived. Things were just starting to get dull.” Lord Chutney rambled on. It would be difficult for many to get a word in edge wise but Lord Vyron seemed to know how to handle him better than his nursemaid. With just a raising of his eyebrow, the old lord gave over the floor to Lord Vyron.
“It’s been along…” pausing as at this moment Millicent entered to give her mistress her missing kerchief, Lord Vyron’s eyes followed her intently taking in her sweet form. “…time since we last met and I have brought you some small gifts from my travels”
She had filled out nicely since his last visit. She never could despise him the way she did other men. Something in his looks always made her linger wherever he was.
After the guests retired and she had helped her lady into bed, she slipped out into the courtyard. Looking carefully around, she was anxious not to be seen, pulling her dark brown cape tightly around her she hurried through the different walkways and made her way out to the manor gate. She moved quickly as she didn’t want to miss the appointed time that the note stated. Tightly in her fist she held a note, a note by Lord Vyron. All that was written on it was midnight in the grove.
The snow was a foot thick and still falling as she approached what in summer was the best place to be. The grove had many fruit trees growing in it, that in winter’s height were bare of fruit and looked almost dead, without a leaf on their many branches. She made her way looking for him. Not sure where in the grove he would be. Looking up at the soft white flakes that would spell her death if she stayed to long, she questioned herself for this foolishness. Why did she feel so compelled to run out here for him? She couldn’t possibly hope to believe he would take her away from the manor but the thought of leaving seemed so much better than staying.
Suddenly, he was standing in front of her. It was as though he was formed from the shadows and darkness unraveled around him. “Will you do my bidding?”
“Yes Lord, I would be thy servant,” said Millicent hope rising in her throat.
“We shall see” and with that Lord Vyron descended upon Millicent. His mouth upon hers, he started to remove her clothing. She thought to herself, she could trade being ravaged by him verses Lord Chutney. At least he was not repulsive to look at or have a stench that would almost knock you to the floor.
Quickly and deftly his hands unfasten, unbuckled, untied the many layers of her cape, dress, corset, and slips, all falling unnoticed in a pile, on the ground, at her feet. She felt herself being lowered, almost as though she were floating upon the still surface of a lake until she felt the stark cold crush of snow beneath her, it was so gently done. For the first time, she was not fighting her aggressor and began to feel ripples of pleasure cascade over her naked flesh. The cold snow against her backside was contrasted immensely by the heat spiraling from inside her as every touch of his brought wave upon wave of pleasure. His mouth made his way down her neck, lingering over her breast, as she felt gentle pricks around her nipples. Downward over her stomach his breath sent chills up her spine. He continued as his hands squeezed firmly on her inner thighs, he pushed her legs apart. His lips and tongue dove into her, dipping tauntingly to taste her honeyed essence, to her shock and delight.
She had never had a man touch her this way, never had she even thought of man licking her inside her lips. She ached with desire and longing, her arousal was overwhelming. Every inch of her skin was tingling, her face, breast, and vulva all filling with blood. She could hardly contain her pleasure any longer when two sharp piercing sensations, like daggers, struck her in her most vulnerable and delicate place. “Aaaaaarrrrraaaaaaaaaa!!!” She screamed as he bit her deeply. Suddenly she felt this pulling sensation, as every part of her was being pulled towards his mouth, her body becoming as cold as the snow against it. He withdrew from her legs and looked over her soft creamy body writhing on the snow. Lovely little blood drops over her breast, belly, and dripping ever so slightly from the crease of her thigh where it met her body.
She felt light headed and darkness encased her sight. She could feel him over her, his breath, his hands as they began to touch her again squeezing her breast and another bite, “aaaa,” she could barely make a sound. She was so weak now. He moved on top of her, with his legs pushing her more open, pushing himself inside. This tearing sensation surged up inside, she could barely take any more. Slipping his arms around her, he pulled her close to him. One hand holding her back and the other her shoulder, he braced her for his thrusts. Pounding into her, she felt her legs moving around his, she was wrapping herself around him without any energy or thought, just a need to absorb every one of his movements into her. Thrusting deeper and harder, she began to moan with every pounding movement. His hand moved up from her shoulder to the nape or her neck where he grabbed her hair and pulled her head sideways. Moonlight glistening on her neck, the remaining blood within her pulsing softly, just under the surface of her skin. He bit down and began to drain her life from her.
Slicing his neck with his pinky nail, he let his own blood poor forth. Millicent barely conscience now she heard him whisper, “Now do my bidding. Drink,” as he placed her mouth over his neck. Sweet salty nectar upon her tongue, deep within her a hunger rises and she begins to suck upon his neck. Smell of his blood beckons her on and she feeds more passionately and viciously. Till finally he throws her off of him, towards a tree, and onto to the ground she tumbles. She rises with a new vigor, everything around her seen in vivid detail. Turning she realizes she can smell all the different plants and animals around them in incredible detail, distance, size and vitality. Then she looks back towards Lord Vyron with her new eyes, he is lying in the snow with a smile creasing the edges of his lips.
“You are now my childer. Millicent is dead, Akasha I name thee for our Queen. You remind me greatly of her and I’d like to offer you to her.” Akasha didn’t understand of what he was talking but accepted his words of her new life and her new name. “I will teach you. Now quickly dress yourself, we need to find a safe haven to rest before dawn.” With that he staggers to his feet and begins to gather his cloths. Akasha began to dress and was amazed at how quickly she moved, she merely just thought about it and she was already fastening her cape.
Taking her hand they began to speed through the orchard, across the land to his carriage. Once inside he pulls shut the curtains. “Akasha, your life of a vampire is just beginning…”