A twisted tale of terror and friendship

            In bed, I toss and turn. Gripping the covers for dear unlife. The darkness grips me tighter while i fall deeper and deeper into the black void....
            Suddenly I'm high above the ground, floating among the tree tops. Below, on the ground, is me. I feel a strange pull from my corporeal form and start to descend. I become one with this version of me. Embodying myself, I start to walk through a secluded part of the woods when I start to hear shouting. Following the noise, I traverse deeper into the woods. Upon closing the distance, I move against the nearest tree and stop to examine the scene in front of me. My vision is instantly enhanced far beyond that of normalcy. Everything is much brighter and richer in color. I make out a ring of individuals punching at the air and screaming, all facing towards the center. Twenty feet from the ring a strange yet familiar scent assaults my senses. It's a mixture of something rank and... my mouth starts to salivate....blood, I smell blood. Fresh and old. I can feel my pupils dilate further as my teeth start to ache.
            In the center, there is what looks like a mere human male trying to fend off.....one of my kind? Yellow eyes, an elongated muzzle and wolf like ears, yeah definitely my kind. There's a steel cage beyond the ring with adults and a small child inside. I grip the tree harder and hear a twig snap behind me. My vision briefly blurs, then comes back into focus and the area becomes slightly darker, more dreadful. I turn to see a male and female approaching, their arms linked.
          "Welcome". They say in unison. The male continues. "I'm Victor, have you come to join us brother?".
        "Join you?". I say, somewhat confused.
        "Yes, come to share in the spoils of fight with your brothers and sisters".
        "Well my interest is piqued". I respond.  "Victor, was it?".
        He reaches his hand out. "Yes". I look at it and dread having to put on a show. Knowing I'm out numbered and haven't had time to get a layout of the situation. I put on a fake smile and clasp hands with him. "I'm Victor and this is Victoria, my mate."
         I nod. "Pleasure, I'm Magnus". I say reluctantly.
          Stepping back I have a chance to take the two in. He's in black boots, brown pants, tan tunic and a dark tan coat. Short black hair covers his head. Shes donning brown boots, tan pants and tunic with a black trench coat. Golden hair in a long braid, very attractive. Clearly not human.
         They motion for me to follow as Victoria says. "Come, Magnus, we will show you".
         I glance at the tree I was leaning against and notice claw marks in the place where my hand was moments ago. I notice Victoria has also taken attention to them. Hoping she doesn't think anything of it, I follow as they turn and head for the crowd.
          On my way around the circle a few Kindred look at me and nod, welcoming me to the fold. They don't seem to bright. Maybe this will give me an upper hand if his welcoming turns sour. I take in the group and notice they're not dressed as well as Victor and Victoria, but rather dressed in tattered and worn clothes looking like hobos, while some even look sickly.
          Looking between them, the human is being pounded into the ground. With each blow the blood beneath grows while splashing to and fro. The vampire stops, sinks his teeth into the neck and finishes him off. The body leaves drag marks in it's wake as it's moved to a pile of stale corpses. Passing by, Victor informs me that I will be required to donate to the cause. Victoria continues without a beat missed to stress the importance of the donation, as a failure to do so will not go well with the others. As we continue the "tour" around the clearing I am able to make out the people inside the steel cage as we pass. Nine adults, four female, five males, and one female child.
         She mentions with a flick of her hand towards the cage that any member may choose ANY adult but the child is Victor's and Victor's alone, as this is his "gift" from her. My lip curls in disgust.
Further down I see a male chained to a large tree. A snarl on his face, his eyes follow our every movement behind a curtain of blond hair. Before I have a chance to ask why hes there Victor closes the distance and kicks the man in his face. The man retaliates by spiting blood onto Victor's pants. A growl comes from his throat. I can sense this whole ordeal is going to end very badly.
         "Friend of yours?". I ask
         "No. He refuses to fight. Says they're innocent and he will not beat an innocent to a bloody pulp for entertainment. That I'm a savage beast in need of being put down. What he doesn't realize is that he is the same as I, a beast. I just choose to embrace what I am instead of fighting it".
         "I understand" is all I can say. Knowing if I continue I will end up the same as this guy.
          Some others make their way to us. Victor and Victoria step away to meet with them, something about a new shipment is in route. Victor turns and informs me that I'm welcome to enjoy the entertainment and to excuse him for he has business.
          I nod "I understand, thank you brother." He turns and leaves.
         I wait a few moments watching them disappear in the distance before I turn to the guy chained up.
        "What a piece of work that guy is, eh?". I say to him.
          The blond man looks up with a glare but then his features soften with weariness, "You're not like them, are you?"
        "No, not really. I'm not one for innocents being tortured for entertainment."
        "Get me loose. I'll get them out of here." He jerks his head towards the caged humans.
        "First, how did you end up in this predicament?"...He waves his hand at the area around the guy. "What, with the chains and all?."
        "I tried getting into this... 'club' in order to free the humans and dismantle what they were doing. Got found out. They tired to make me fight. I refused." He lowers his eyes, "They shot my 'opponent' and said they would continue to kill them if I did not fight. I still refused and began shielding them with my body..." he nods at his shoulder where several bullet wounds are healing. "And now, Victor is going to finish me... eventually."
        "Interesting. So you shielded him from the others?....By yourself?"
        "And you see where it got me. Now either get me loose or high-tail it outta here before they take you too." How is this man still conscious? His face is swollen. His Lip split open, a cut along his cheek and eyebrow are still oozing vitae. Not to mention the bullet holes in his shoulder. He took one hell of a beating. I MUST proceed with a level head, otherwise I'm fucked.
        I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Fine. I'll help, but you need to understand that not all of them will make it out alive. My priority will be the little girl. I will however give you my word that I will try my best to free them all. Now, what should I call you?".
       "They call me 'Mongrel'."
       "They?.....Never mind." I crouch next to him. Reaching to the swell of my back I pull a hunting knife out and hand it to him. "Take this and keep it out of sight until you're free." He conceals it with his thigh.
        "Well if we are going to do this, you need to feed, you're too weak from the looks of it". I use my pointer finger and thumb to rub my chin. "Hmmm....". I look over at the captives. "Well, it's not conventional but it'll work. How do you feel about receiving blood from my mouth?".
 He gives me a strange look. "What? No wine and dine first?".
"I can't release you until you gain your strength back. Doing it prematurely will mean certain death for us and I don't accept that. Plus, This is dine for us, is it not?".
He sighs. "I suppose."
         "Alright, hang in there." I head to the cage. The humans move to the far end and create a protective stance in front of the little girl. As I approach I gesture for them to be silent. "I have a way to get y'all out of here but I'm going to need some help in doing so."
          A large male comes closer to me. Anger lights up his face. "And why would you help us? You seem to be just like them.......savages!" He responds in a venomous tone.
          "You are partly right. I am like them, but not in the savage part. I don't KILL innocents." I pointedly look at the child. "Or children for that matter. So what do you say? Will you help or not?"
         "What do you want us to do?." He says.
          "First, do you see that guy over there chained to the tree?."
          He nods. "He the one who refused to kill my brother in the ring last night."
          "Well he's in bad shape and needs to feed in order to help us. Do you know what he eats?"
          "You mean he needs blood? That's what you mean isn't it? Because I've seen what they do to us, and it always ends with them draining us dry from our necks. Their faces covered in it."
          "You are correct. He needs blood. I cannot give him mine, he needs......." I nod my head in their direction. "Fresh....blood."
          He swallows hard and responds. "How much does he need?"
          "Umm...a few mouthfuls should suffice". I say with a shrug of my shoulders.
          "If I agree I need you to promise me one thing. Promise me you will get Zoe...." He points to the child. "...out. No matter what".
          "Ok".
          "Okay, what?". He responds in a more stern voice.
          For a moment my features turn violent and I contemplate killing him for speaking to me in such a tone. He notices and I relent.
          "Okay, I promise I'll get her out. It's one of the reasons I'm doing this anyway". I glance toward the fight.
          "How do you.....umm.....How do we get him..uhh... what he needs?". He asks with a shaky voice as I turn back to him.
          "Give me your forearm". He complies through the bars. "I'm going to take him what I can with my mouth, okay?".
           He swallows again and mumbles "Mmmhhmm...".
          I decide to mix some of my blood with the humans in order to help Mongrel trust me easier. I cannot have him turn on me once I release the bonds, so this is the safest option for the both of us. I extend my teeth and bite the insides of my cheeks and lips. I do my best to not show the human my face as I bite into his flesh. My senses go haywire as I draw the liquid in my mouth. Not swallowing is taking all the self control I have. In the end, I end up allowing some to trickle down my throat savoring the taste as long as I possibly can. Walking as quickly as I dare so as not to draw attention to myself. I spit as accurately as I can into his mouth. Only a few drops miss. I repeat two times. After I spit the last batch I notice a few vampires are looking our way.
         Still close I whisper. "We have an audience, Play along. I need you to headbutt me".
         He complies, splitting my lip in the process. "Motherfucker!" I stumble but catch myself, then back hand him with enough force to give a good show of it. "For that, I'm going to request to be the one who kills your sorry ass!". I turn and join the vampires who were watching. They laugh with approval. Two clap me on the back. "Can I kill him now?." I growl as I lick the blood off my lip.
        The one in torn up jeans says. "I wish, but hes Victor's claim. None of us are allowed to go near or touch him." He gives me a stern look. "But we won't say anything about your mishap with the Mutt. Since you didn't know." I notice two keys dangle from his neck.
          "I'd appreciate it." I say, eyeing the keys. . I decide to watch the current match as long as I can stand to, giving Mongrel's body some time to heal itself and my blood to take effect.
           The current match is not going to last long. The humans right arm is in the process of being broken. A loud snap. A scream. The crowd cheers. The vampire grabs his other arm and moves it behind the guy while holding his shoulder firmly in place. Raising the arm up towards the back of the guys head. Theres a loud pop followed by a another scream. The vampire slams his forearm into the back of the elbow, snapping the bone right out of the skin. Blood sprays and he falls to his knees, letting out a piercing wail. The vampire kicks him to the ground, straddles him, then takes a curved blade out and slices his shirt open. The pain must have been to great because he seems to be unconscious now. Good. The blade glides through the skin like butter, creating pools of blood to well up from the depths of this poor mans chest. Chunks of flesh are carved out and tossed to the crowd. My hands ache from how hard I'm clenching them. I turn to the key holder.
         "Any chance I could speak to you a second, in private?"
        He eyes me strangely for a moment the says "Sure."
         I lead him to the other side of the tree that Mongrel's tied to. When we are out of view of the crowd I spin and kick his knee out. On his way down I move behind and clamp my hand over his mouth, then reach around and rip out his jugular with my claws. Blood sprays on the base of the tree while I hold him in place a moment, waiting until he looses enough vitae. Then he collapses grabbing at his throat. I swipe a twig from behind us and jam it in his heart as fast as I can, snapping the end off. I drag the body and lean it against the tree out of sight while I unchain Mongrel and put the key vamp in his place.
        "This should give us enough time to move to the cage without detection."
         The cage is at least twenty five feet away and off to the side. A few trees between it and the crowd. Beyond the cage, a lush dense wooded area, our escape route. Closing on the cage we notice four vampires close by. He grabs my arm and we crouch by a tree.
        "Plan?" He whispers while clutching the hunting knife.
         "My plan was to get the humans out quietly with little blood shed. Now it looks like we will have to fight out way out, once the cage is unlocked. And I still don't think all will survive this." I give him a worried look "We cannot take on all of them ourselves. Even if they are all thin bloods, which I'm sure the one in leather over there is not. So here's what we will do, I will take the one in the leather pants and Hitch since you are still not 100%. You take Phil and Steve. We should be able to take down Hitch and Phil before the other two reach us".
         "Sounds like a plan. Umm....Hitch, Phil and Steve........?."
         "Yeah we need to distinguish between them, hence the pseudo names. Phil's the one with the stain down his shirt, Steve is the bald one and the one that's limping is Hitch."
         "Ok, got it. By the way, go for the kidneys. Hurts like a bitch and it should keep them down for a time". His voice has a strength to it that it didn't moments ago.
        "Good thinking, ready?".
        "Let's get this over with".
        I motion for the humans to be quiet and hand the guy the key. We sneak up on Hitch and Phil. Time our assault and attack. I decide at the last second to reach around and snap Hitches neck. He drops at the same time Phil is being driven to the ground by the hunting knife being jammed in and out of his back in rapid succession. I kneel on one knee while grabbing two throwing knifes from the inside of my coat and fling them. The one hits Steve in the throat, he falls while my target gets his in the center chest and doesn't even flinch. Mongrel's on top of Steve now, clawing the shit out of him.
         I stand and wait. In this moment I allow the knowledge of what these Kindred have done, and were going to do to these innocents fuel the raging inferno within me. The moon light washes over me adding to the violence that's already coursing through my veins. I give myself over to it, allowing the violence take hold and steer my actions. My sight turns red for a moment, then returns to normal.
         I attempt a round house kick, but he catches my foot giving it a hard twist and I find myself spinning to the ground. I hit, roll, and get to my feet. I'm slightly dazed when I get a fist to the face, then the abdomen, doubling me over. I secure his arm, reach up and grab his throat with my claws digging in, wrap my right leg around his effectively tripping him backwards. I drive as much force as I can into the fall, using gravity to my advantage. Before I have a chance to make my next move I hear a battle cry and a knife is sticking out my vamps head. The body starts to spasm. Blood running down it's head.
         In the midst of battle the humans made it to the wooded area but vampires were already catching up to them. I sigh. Me and Mongrel sprint into a dead run. Passing by vamps, I throw knives at them, some finding the targets neck, and in some cases where the human has lost I aim for them in hopes of giving them a quick death. I get off five good throws before I run out. We vault over the last tackled human when I hear Mongrel stop. I join him back a few paces and he informs me that they didn't catch the little girl, yet. I use my sight and notice foliage swaying back to it's place by a tree.
         Mongrel follows my line of sight. I see Victor, only hes much more gruesome now with only one eye, scars raked across his head and one ear missing with very little hair. He's stepping out dragging Zoe by the hair. Fear spreads through my body. I'm seized by Victoria from the rear, unable to move. I hear a whistle from a blade, blood sprays my face as Mongrel's head splits in two, his body crumbling to the foliage below. My eyes go wide as fear paralyzes me. Zoe is shaking and crying, screaming while tears streak down her face.
         Victor grips Zoe's hair tighter while turning her to face him, a sadistic grin spreads across his face. He then starts punching her over and over and over in the face. Blood spattering his clothes and face. My arm gets loose and I reach for her while screaming "NOOOooo!!!!." He pulls out a knife that has a wicked curve and jams it into her head. He then yanks the blade out and starts to drink from the wound. He then throws her into a nearby tree while giving me a blood filled smile. Everything starts to fade to black, I'm losing my footing, my head is spinning faster and faster, I start falling through blackness.....
     I sit upright screaming "NOOOooo!!!!." I clench the covers with white knuckles. The beds soaked in sweat. "I'm sorry, I tried to save you both". Confusion sweeps over me "Wait! Noo, it can't be?! I just saw him". I grab my cell.
       "Hello?" comes Mongrel's voice from the other end.
        "Mongrel? Please tell me we saved little Zoe two years ago?".
        "We did Magnus, we did. You blacked out while fighting Leather Pants, but we ended up getting out".
        Relief washes over me. I rest my head in my hand. "Oh." Is all I could muster.
        "Another nightmare?" Mongrel continues.
       "Yeah, It was different this time though......you were killed. That's never happened before, Zoe was always the source of my nightmares. These terrors are growing more and more twisted as of late. When I wake, I feel as though I've gone through the events not just mentally but physically as well. I'm alright now though, Thanks, Mongrel."
"Anytime Magnus". Click
I'm not ok, If these nightmares are any indication, I would say the nightmare realm is growing and getting stronger. I think it's time I contacted the person who posted that bulletin.

      

The Nightmare realm

            My vision is hazy as I run through the dense forest, the moon light casting dark and desolate shadows across my path. The ground seems almost alive, the slight breeze gives the shadows a pulsing motion. Tree branches moan as if warning me to something that only the darkness knows. Leaves tumble across my bare feet on a sudden burst of wind. I stumble over a thick root but am able to regain my balance and continue at a steady pace. Clouds cast darkness across the land and for the briefest of moments, causing a slight dip to the temperature, forcing a chill deep within my bones. Goose bumps run across my skin in an attempt to out run the sudden cold. I grip my arms and vigorously rub them. Being what i am, the change in temperature shouldn't affect me, but here, it does. I feel a strange sensation run down my spine giving off a warning of something watching me. Yellow eyes glow from behind shrubs, leering at me with such intensity it would seem as though they are gazing into my soul.
           The breeze brings with it a mixture of distant howls, hollow moaning and loud buzzing insects. I pass through the tree line and stop before a small hill. I whip my head around looking into the distance for any sign of life. Nothing, just trees and darkness. Fear starts to take hold, the sensation of ice making its way through my lifeless body. Scattered clouds roll in bringing with it loud thunder claps and blue lightning veining across the skies. I try to zero in on where the sound of a body being towed through the dirt is. There, beyond a dense line of trees that i passed through, I see a faint outline of a body being pulled across the forest floor by something unnaturally large. In my peripheral vision I see a tree covered in chains swaying back and forth clanking and rattling. Goose bumps ripple along the top of my skin.
            I look down and notice I'm shirtless and my trousers are littered with tears and shredded at the bottom. Blood and dirt coat them and my bare feet. The ground trembles beneath. I turn to see slabs of stone start to rip and tear there way out of the ground, dislodging roots in there wake, linking to form a stairwell before me. I find myself slowly traversing the quaking stairs. At the top i watch as a small stone church mausoleum grows, dirt tumbling over the edges to the ground below. A rusty, ancient cast iron gate imprisons the church. There are no visible entrances or exits. No doors, no windows, nothing. Only a blood stained offering column sits nearby.
           Freshly dug graves are littered with tumbled and broken tombstones. Written in a child's scribble is the names of those who perished here. The quaking stops when an outer stone wall encompasses the area. My body starts moving on it's own accord to the column which looks pagan in nature. Standing in front of it I raise my hand and let it hover palm up above the blood stained stone. A curved ritual dagger appears in my other hand. I place the blade to my upturned palm and slowly drag it across my pale skin. Blood wells up and slowly makes its way over the edge of my hand. Tear shaped drops start to fall in slow motion. An enormous shape appears behind me casting it's massive inky shadow over me and most of the church yard. A low growl penetrating the stillness around me. My body starts to tremble. Huge arms encase me, forcing most of the my blood to miss the column. The right side of my face is bathed in hot, steamy breath when a deep but dark rumble of laughter follows the growl. I start to kick and thrash......
         I come to after something hard slams into me. When i open my eyes i realize I'm on the floor wrapped in my sheets, blood where my head is. With a grunt I stand up and immediately hear a thump as something in my sheets falls to the floor. Blood is smeared on the sheets as well, and once i take them off i look down. I see my trousers are destroyed and my feet are covered in blood and dirt, and my curved dagger laying next to them, blood coating the blade.
         "..FUCK.....ME!".

The entanglement of two devilish beings, part one.

              Ahh club Orpheus one of the only decent Goth clubs in the area. A place I like to grab some desert in the form of tall, dark, and hot sweaty sex. Stepping out of the shadows I make my way past all the usual friendly face’s hanging outside the entrance. I pass, and enter through the door between them.
               Making my way down the entrance hall I’m blasted with Kidney thieves “Zerospace”. I see the usual married couple embraced and moving to the beat of the song. The wife, A young woman who's in all black with the common fetish accessories attached to her waist, and her man with long black hair, black shirt and pants all topped off with a leather vest and a shot of scotch in his hand. I greet him with a hand shake and a hug for the lady. After checking my fake id I get the usual Ankh stamped on my hand and then proceed through the purple beaded curtains and take in the scenery.
              The ceiling of the main floor is twenty five or so feet high. Spanning the walls are, six foot in height, black stained tree branches and twigs ranging in all shapes and thickness’. The walls are painted a deep raspberry, while the first three feet or so is painted to mimic a thick layer of fog. In the center of the middle wall, hangs a large moon accompanied by black clouds spaced throughout above the branches. Black silky fabric, misted with glitter, lines the room on the wall above the moon hanging with a slight curve to meet in the center of the ceiling, forming a prefect circle. Hanging in the center of that same circle is a huge rotating chandelier. Giving the whole master piece an illusion of a forest and a view to outer space with twinkling stars.
               In the center, resting under the mass body count, is a two foot in height platform constructed of black wood. Shaped like a cross but with a loop for the top portion. Strobe lights are built in making the scene appear as if everyone was utilizing celerity. Stairs at the opposite three ends of the loop. Within the hollow loop, twenty five red candles blaze in unison, resting upon a tall black candelabra. Fog is Being pumped out through the base and is creating a erie effect throughout the club.
              To the far left, a bar. I know, I know, who'd imagine a bar being at a club, boggles the mind doesn’t it?. A curve construction of hollowed out frosted glass is Illuminated by red, purple, and blue. Sitting in front are twelve black stools with red trim. . Behind the bar, a short girl with black rimmed glasses wearing a white dress shirt tucked into a black skirt. I walk up and order a Malibu and sprite, then thank her for it and head to the far right corner where two half moon shaped purple velvet couches sit back to back. One facing a setup of chains and restraints while the other faces the dance floor.
               On the way over I hear Orgy’s Opticon come on as I pass this girl with pink and purple hair pulled up by a clip, two strands falling loose by her ears. Wearing A long black furry coat with a large glittery skull shirt on underneath, a black and purple plaid skirt with fishnets and black knee high boots. When I look up from checking her out I notice a spike collar around her neck and I just about cum in my bondage pants. While passing I give her a smile that says one day I’m going to tie you up and make you scream. I notice a faint blush appear on her cheeks as she glances away and continues off.
               Trailing along with her, a girl with killer legs, a tattoo on the calf and black kitten heels. A man in a hat, black shirt, pants and boots with armor running down his left arm. Making my way around the dance floor I notice a few other humans I’ve come to know here dancing on stage. A guy with blond hair donning a cowboy hat and a brown leather vest. Dancing near with his arms crossed over his chest with hands out like claws was a guy with sandy hair, form fitting black shirt with some armor going down his arm. A couple pimped out in ink next to a girl with a black corset and skirt. A short dude with long light colored hair moving to the beat with a dude I’ve come to know as Haz.
              I make my way to the couch facing the dance floor. I sit, placing one arm on the back and a foot up on my knee. I take my time observing the room while sipping my drink. Next to me, a tall guy with a ponytail is talking to a girl with black hair and a spiked Hannibal type mask on her face. Fucking awesome I sweep my eyes over the dancing bodies while the music switches to Bauhaus’s She’s in paradise.
             That’s when I caught sight of him, moving his body back and forth to the beat in a slow fluid motion. It felt like forty days and forty nights he worked it to seduce me, I sat and listened to the lyrics of his song ‘cause they amused me. The sing along did not last long. It started to reduce me to a puppet on a shelf just screaming for him to choose me. I couldn’t stop staring, my eyes were feasting on the movement of his hips. I finally pulled my eyes away after a bit and took him in.
             Black shoes, not so loose dark pants hung low showing a sliver of pale skin. His black shirt with glow in the dark stripes was being pushed to the limit by his hard muscles. Oh the things I wanted to do to that body. Straight black Hair tied loosely in a pony tail, a few stray strands brushed against his neck line. His lips, thin, two scars on either side. Dark goatee with a short stubble beard. And deep almond eyes. When our gazes finally lock he gives me a little half smile and that’s when I realized I was still biting my lower lip. Yeah, Its time I made my way up there.
             I make my way on the dance floor just as Bjork’s Arm of me comes on. My body started undulating to the thumping rhythm of the music while I made my way to him. We kept our eyes locked as we slowly closed the distance between us. Making my way around a chick with long black hair and a little black dress, and a guy with a full body length black coat wearing glasses. I slowly rotate with the music and inch my way right up in front of him. Moving my hands above my head I feel him grip my hip and gently pull me to him. I rest my hands upon his and in rhythm to the beat I push against him.
             Reaching up and around I grip the back of his neck with my left hand and with the other grip his hand on my hip. Adding more grind to my dance I start to push my ass up against his crotch feeling for his approval of my rhythm. He responds in kind and pushes back allowing me to feel his arousal. I smile knowing that this is going where I want it to go. I spin to face him. And when I come face to face I think to myself   Damn he’s even better up close. I stare for a moment drinking in his eyes.
Then knowing I have his attention I ask “What’s your name?”
He seems to be gazing into my eyes just as much as I was his because for a moment I didn’t think he heard me. Then he responded.
“What?….Oh…Tommy. You?.”
“Friends call me Magnus”
“Pleasure to feel….err…Meet. Pleasure to meet you, Magnus”.
I give a soft chuckle and respond “Oh you too, Tommy. You too."
“Any chance you want to take this to the next level?.” I continue.
He raises an eyebrow as if asking what’s the next level. And I respond
“Me chaining you to the wall while I have my way with you, of course.”
Tommy’s response “Well with that how could I refuse?, Lead the way.”
He releases me and before he can move any farther I place my hand flat against his chest and say “Wait, there‘s just one thing I have to do before.”
Tommy “And what‘s that?.”
               I wet my lips and reach up and grab the back of his neck pulling him to my lips. He complies. While messaging our tongues in a soft, tender and slow Kiss I let out a moan. After a moment his arm wraps itself around to meet my lower back and pulls me into a tight embrace while increasing the kiss. Somehow when we release, my hands cupping his cheek.
“MMmmmmm…” Is all I manage for a moment.
“I second that”. We separate and he continues “Was that it?.”
“Mmmhhmmm….” I smile. “Come on.” I grab his hand and lead the way to the opposite side of the couches to the chains.
Armchair cynics “Bang” starts caressing our ears.
                I take each of Tommy’s arms and chain them while having him face the wall. I slip in, back against the wall, facing him. I spread his legs slightly and reach forward running my hands down over his arms to his shoulders down across his collar bone. Resting my palm under his right peck I give his nipple a little twist and gentle pull. His chest moves out, back arching slightly and he licks his lips in response to my touch. I give him a devilish grin.
              I lean forward, reach my left hand up and caress around his neck to the back hair line where I trail my fingers up along the scalp grabbing a fist full of hair. Holding him in place I run my tongue above his shirts collar and trail up his neck to where his jaw line is, giving a little bite below the earlobe. Releasing his hair I use that hand to drag my nails up his thigh along the edge of his crotch making the faintest brush of his dick. The chains are gripped and squeezed in response.
             Continuing up, I run my hand along his hip, up the ribs, over the nipple and ending at the neck where I grip the side of his face and use my thumb to lift and turn his head to the left. I give a little suckle on his exposed neck and he sighs. I release, pulling back I Stare at his lips while I bring my right thumb to my mouth and drag it along my tongue wetting it. I softly cup my hand on his jaw line and run my wet thumb over his bottom lip spreading the slick moisture. He slips his tongue under my thumb and leans forward bringing it in his mouth. The combination of wetness and warmth forces a moan to escape my throat.
            Removing my thumb I cling close to him as I reach up and brush my lips againt his. My hands find his head and tilts it slightly. I give another soft kiss then gradually add pressure, slipping my tongue in. As I run my hands along his scalp I message my tongue to his in a deeper, long lasting rhythm. Pulling back I slide around behind him. I push up against him inching him forward against the wall. Running my nose along the back of his neck, I inhale his scent. Running my strong hands down his arms and over his shoulders. I grab his hair with the left one and slip the other hand down the front collar of his shirt while running my fingers along his pectoral muscles and stiff nipples.
              I trail my hand up, out, and over the shoulder bringing it down his arched spine to run along the top of his ass cheek and arc around the right hip. I push up against him and he responds with gently grinding his ass on my aroused dick forcing me to bite my lip while i move my left arm around and pull against his chest. Trailing my right hand further around to the waist, I slip my pinky and ring fingers in the waistband, slowly inching deeper down and around till I graze over his pubic hair and run the very tips along the edges of his semi hard cock. He pulls harder on the chains.
“Want to get out of here." I ask in a breathy whisper to his ear as he pushes harder against my crotch.
“Yeahhhh” .He responds.

An unusual encounter and spark of my perpetuity...

                                                " Moon hangs around 
                                                 A blade over my head      
                                   Reminds me what to do before I'm dead
                                                 Night consumes light
                                                       And all i dread
                                   Reminds me what to do before I'm dead"


          Darkness all around. Lightning strikes and illuminates a young looking Females features and the alleyway in which she is standing.With her Dark and lavish hair cascading down and around her shoulders with a slight curl from a gentle breeze. I notice how her Beautifully sharp jawline is leading to soft, full, luscious pale lips. The dress she wore was like nothing I had ever seen. Fabric as black as the night itself cut loose and ruffled down showing just a sliver of cleavage, leaving just the right amount to the imagination. It hugged at her shoulders and down to her elbows where it flowed loosely to her knuckles. The shimmering black fabric clung to her sides and finally caressing her curvy hips, leaving it flow down to her feet in a slow flapping motion.
              Bright alluring green eyes had me Transfixed the moment my eyes gazed upon hers.My breath was caught in my chest. It was a seduction unlike anything i have ever felt, my entire body felt numb and confused as if it was in a trance. I tried to pull my eyes away when the lightning passed but the illumination of the moon shown just enough for my attention to continue to be zapped by her penetrating gaze. One thing i could discern myself was the intelligence behind those eyes.
              The hold her gaze had on me was loosening. My thoughts started to question what i was doing cutting through this alley in the first place and why had i left the party. She lifted her hand and gestured ever so slightly for me to come closer, In that instant my questions floated away and i was being pulled to her by an invisible string. It seemed to take a lifetime to come to be in front of her. The first thing i noticed was the intoxicating aroma of rosemary and lemons that's flowing off of her.  She raises her hand to place a finger under my chin and gently lifts my head up from staring at her nails, of which are colored the shade of crimson blood. Her intense gaze steals my breath once more while she leans over and brushes her lips upon mine for the briefest of moments. I let out the breath i was holding. She brings her left hand up to hold the back of my neck while bringing her face to the left of mine and whispers in my ear... "Come".. Satisfaction instantly washes over me in a cataclysm of tingles. Her hand glides down over my shoulder to my wrist and grabs a hold of my hand to lead the way. I oblige.
              We walk hand in hand to a place a block away. I end up in a room, Where you have to step down three steps all around to get to the black carpeted floor with pillows that are bathed in deep rich shades of reds, purples, greens, and blues. A small square table just shy of a foot is covered in lavish slices of Kiwi, Strawberry's, assorted melons, and apples and sits in the middle. Two Slim tall necked glasses, one filled with something red, and the other with what looks to be champagne. The room is bathed in flickering orange and red light coming from a built in fireplace on the wall to the right. Large black pots planted with small trees encompass the entire room, Dark hardwood floors underneath pathe the way to the walls and down the steps to the carpet. The ceiling is covered in what looks like bubbles but are just glass spheres hanging from electrical wires with light bulbs inside, giving off just a slight spark.
             She leads me to the floor, I sit facing the firelight while she sits opposite me with her back to the firelight.
"What shall i call you?," She says in a most seductive tone.
I respond with a nervous one, "Those closest to me call me Magnus".
"Magnus...That is an unusual name for one of this day and age, is it not?".
"I've never given it much thought," I say. "But i suppose. What shall i call you?,"
With a slight tug at the side of her mouth she responds, "Mistress."
"Mistress?..." I say.
"Mistress," she responds with a full wicked smile.
Transfixed, I just stare into her eyes. Mistress half turns and picks up the champagne filled glass and offers it to me, "Thirsty?." She asks.
            I accept the glass and put it to my slightly parted lips taking a sip. Pulling the drink from my mouth i feel a slight drip run down the side of my mouth. Before i have a chance to wipe it away, she reaches over, using her left hand to support her leaning weight, using her right thumb to seductively wipe the drip off my mouth and slowly trace the liquid across my bottom lip. All the while staring at my mouth and biting her own bottom lip. Leaning in she slowly pulls my bottom lip into her mouth sucking off the spilt champagne, letting a little moan escape her throat. After another little brush of her lips across mine she sits back, reaches behind her and grabs a piece of apple off the table.
          Penetrating my eyes again she brings the apple piece to her mouth and drags her teeth through the meat taking a sizable wet bite. I see some juice has started to trickle down her chin so i reach over and slowly lick the juice off with my tongue. I pull back and she holds the rest up to my mouth and raises an eyebrow, as if saying Is that all?. I accept the challenge with a slight curve of the mouth and lean forward taking the left over in my mouth, using my teeth I pull the apple sliver from her fingers and then trap my lips over each of her fingers to take the wetness from them. Mistress lets out a soft sigh.
         My chest starts to respond to her little noises of pleasure and she takes notice. Reaching over she puts her hand on my chest and pushes me gently to the floor. Mistress pulls up her dress and straddles me. With a slow grind of her hips against mine she pulls the waist of my pants down slightly allowing her to glance at the little bit of hair trailing down under my pants. She runs her nails along my stomach to my chest popping the snap buttons along the way leaving tiny red lines across my skin. A little moan escapes my throat and she gives one of my nipples a nice twist causing my back to arch and my hips to grind with hers. She bends down running her tongue along my abdomen up to my neck and along under my chin until she bites down on my bottom lip causing me to slightly wince. I respond with a gentle kiss at first, then i force my tongue into her mouth and massage my tongue against hers while i start a slow grind forcing my hard muscle against her inner thigh.
          I run my hands along her thighs moving her dress up slowly making my way to her waist only to feel that she has no panties on. I sit up with her still in my lap and pull the dress over her head. Not to my surprise she has no bra on either which only ignites my sex more. She runs her hands along my shoulders pushing my shirt off in the process. I reach around and grab her rear and pull her into me as i slowly circle my tongue around her left nipple and then give it a little suck. Using my tongue i make a trail leading up to her neck where i give a little lick then grab her around the back and pull her tight against me as i bite down..hard..on her exposed neck. She lets a loud moan escape her and digs her nails into my back.
         Reaching down between us she unbuttons my pants and pulls them open. She reaches in and grabs a hold of my dick, slowly stroking it. I hold her as i reverse our positions and put me on top. I trail my tongue down between her Brest's, around her belly button, and finally down between her thighs. A moment into it she starts to grind against my mouth as she grips my hair and holds me in place, moving my tongue up and down and in between. I move back up between her Brest's and stop on her mouth messaging our tongues to a rhythm. I run my hand down her neck to her breast and allow it to grip her as it slides down around her hip and finally ending between her thighs. I slip my fingers inside of her and slowly start to move in and out while she grinds. I remove my fingers and move up to eye level where she stares deeply into my eyes and takes hold of my hand and places those fingers into her mouth and slowly at first starts to lick the length of them and finishing with them in her mouth. It feels Warm and wet. My dick starts to throb harder.
            She grabs hold of my pants and underwear and slides them down in one motion for me to kick off. She grabs a hold of me and brings me right to her entry point. I can feel the wetness. She reaches around grabbing my ass and pulls forcing me deep inside her. We both let noises escape us and I start at a slow grinding rhythm which she returns in kind. Sweat starts to trickle down between my shoulder blades. She wraps her legs around and locks her ankles below my ass and starts to increase our speed which forces my dick to swell.
         She digs her nails deep into my lower back, pulling me down until our skin is grinding on each other. Her nails puncture the skin at the same moment i swell and burst inside of her. She growls deeply in that moment and does the unthinkable...She grabs my head and pulls my hair to force it to the side and then bites my neck, hard. The sensation of my orgasm accompanied by the nail punctures and the bite on my neck made me tingle in places i never thought possible. She has me locked in her embrace and wouldn't let go. My eyes snap open as i start to feel dizzy and my vision starts to blur. I realize then that she didn't playfully bite me, she bite my neck and was sucking violently at it. I could feel warmth trickle down my neck making its way between us. I could felt my body go slack and numb. The next thing i know I'm looking up at what looks to be stars and she drifts into my vision, I see two elongated teeth and her mouth is covered with blood, my blood, and it's smeared down her chest and dripping off her Brest.
          I choke out "Mistress?..."
She gives me a wicked smile and before all goes black i hear....

                                               "You Feel Alive 
                                     I've watched you change
                                            It's like you never
                                                 Had wings"