Opposites Attract (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

Myra inhaled deeply, the smells of the city around her so familiar, the bestial presence inside of her allowing her to sense everything around her. She was a predator and everything that dared oppose her prey, the huntress that watched over the lower segment of the city, the slums as some called it. It was a rundown part of the city, a place where the poor and destitute gathered. The lower city was where Myra grew up and where she lived, a place full of good and honest people, hardworking people who only wanted to provide for their families but hadn’t had the fortune to receive an education or get ahead in life. Yet those were not the people seen, people looked down on those living there, they were trash in the eyes of those who lived in the higher area of the city. It was a common misconception that everyone in the lower city was a criminal and a blight on the rest of the city. They believed their money and location looking down upon their proclaimed ghetto made them more worthy as people, that their ‘class’ and ‘culture’ put them above other people. Myra had lived in the position for her entire life, looked down upon by the people who had money, who turned their noses at others, ever since she was young. Even as her life changed, growing up, getting an education, and even after she became what she was, nothing ever seemed to change.

Myra had lived a normal life at first, she had a caring mother and father who loved her dearly, a sister who had always been kind and loving, a perfect family. They were poor, sometimes barely able to afford food, but they managed and she had been happy. Myra had always been smart as well, as she grew up she became the hope of the family, their chance to escape the seemingly endless cycle of desperation that came with wondering if the next meal would even be on the table. However as bad as it was things got worse, the hope was crushed when her family was attacked in their home, mother and father both drained of their life, her sister hanging on to a thread but eventually passing as well. They were left dead and Myra was left alone in a world that looked down on her, an orphan. Then someone came to her, in the hour of her most need, offered her a new life, one that would save her from dying from starvation or exposure. From that day everything had changed, she had learned of another life… And what killed her family. Vampires, they had slaughtered her family and then she figured out something even more life changing, about Lycans. Her new benefactor prepared her, paid for education, and even gone as far as to train her, letting her become what she needed to be in order to extract her revenge, or at the very least oppose those who thought people of the lower city were food. To oppose an ancient and powerful race. Then, on her twenty-fourth birthday, when she had been completely prepared, she was turned, made one of the Lycan clan.

From then on she had made a name for herself, the beautiful Lycan rising through the ranks with both power and intelligence, a favorite of the pack leader and every bit as powerful as the males. So when everything fell apart, when her mentor and benefactor, the previous leader, died, there was a power vacuum that she was in a position to fill. It hadn’t been easy, in fact it had been horrendous and bloody, but she claimed her stake and make her move for leader of the pack. Lycans were not a race that played by many rules, their long lives were governed more by strength and a specific type of honor and loyalty, traditions. Tradition didn’t lend itself to female leaders. So it had been difficult for her to ascend, yet the most important of all traditions eventually reigned supreme, strength rules. The strongest becomes leader and that was just what Myra was, the strongest among the Lycans and despite her age nobody could compete, it made her unique and capable of doing things the clan had never dreamed of accomplishing, but it also came with its fair share of turmoil. There were people who opposed her due to gender, others due to her age, people who believed she couldn’t defend them against the torrent of vampires that made their move after the death of their previous leader, and there were those who simply disliked what she was doing. All of those groups, albeit not being quite the majority, were enough to make her life a living hell. So when vampire activity increased even more Myra had to make a choice, she had to use the information passed on to her by their previous leader right before his death, she had to keep one front at bay, the vampires, and with the reprieve she could deal with the internal struggles of her new clan.

The information given to her was not easy to use however, it involved the most powerful of the vampire leaders, Jo, the Queen and most respected of the vampire coven. She was the target and the one Myra could use to lessen the pressure coming from the vampires encroaching on the Lycan territory, feasting on those of the lower city. She couldn’t simply stroll in or ask for a sit down, they believed themselves too good and there was no love between groups. Not to mention if word got out about her talks with vampires the internal struggles would only intensify, no she needed an alternative, something a little more subtle to get to the Queen and speak her mind, or more so speak towards what it was she wanted. She had the leverage to do it, all she needed was a plan. That was the hard part and it had remained difficult up until the very moment she had figured it out, when she got it through her head how to get to Jo without anyone being the wiser, at least until after it was over. She would follow some of her loyal thralls back, use her senses to track them after spilling a bit of their distinctly scented blood. Yes, that was her plan.

That was why she was on one of the tallest buildings in the lower city, letting her senses try and detect the presence of one of the vampires having grown brazen since the change in leadership. Myra was a sight for any who could see her, standing atop the building in all of her extraordinary beauty. She had beautiful white skin, more pristine than one would imagine considering how much time she spend outdoors. Beautiful brown hair flowing down to her shoulders, slightly wavy and shining in the moonlight of the night. Her eyes shone a wild yellow as she peered around, usually appearing as a soft green but the use of her bestial side to track causes them to change in color and effectiveness. Her body itself is perhaps the most incredibly part about her, because as feminine and attractive as her facial features were the overall figure was something else entirely. Years of training and preparation caused her body to become tight and toned, perfect shape at all times, both her race and effort leading to that. A slight undertone of muscle, proof of her strength being seen, but there was no better word to describe her than stunning. Her breasts do not fail either, a rather impressive C-cup giving her a full chest and accenting the rest of her body well. That along with her incredible ass and charming smile brought the eyes of anyone and everyone to her.

Of course as stunning as she was Myra never learned how to style herself, it had never been important and she had never had the money. So she wore simple jeans, white sneakers, and a rather tight white t-shirt with a beige jacket on top. They were practical clothing items and good for casual wear as well as combat, though the latter was what she needed them for when her ears finally picked something up. Without a moment’s hesitation Myra turned her body in the direction of the sound and jumped, making her way from one rooftop to another as she made quick time towards the sounds. It was long before she was there, her Lycan heritage making quick work of such a short distance, even if for normal people it would have been long. What she found were vampires, exactly what she had been looking for, cornering several lower city citizens. A snarl touched her lips, as much as she had wanted to find vampires of the coven she also hated to see their kind in her territory and praying on those who lived there. So without warning she dropped down, smashing the ground between the two groups and turning to look at the innocent people. “Run!” She growled, a small hint of her inner beast escaping in that moment before she turned to look at the vampires, three of them and none seeming too new to the game. “You’ve traveled a little too far… I think you need to go back to mommy and get a map… Because this isn’t your territory.” She wasn’t being clever or making hollow threats, Myra was being matter of fact but shortly the vampires began to laugh. Myra didn’t even wait for them to explain the humor in it, before they could speak she was on them, showing normal vampires why they didn’t go for a meal in her territory, showing them that she wasn’t the normal Lycan, that she was out of their league.

It didn’t take them long to come to the realization that they were outmatched, Myra had intentionally not finished any of them off, merely giving them brutal beatings to go show their coven. It was supposed to be enough to scare them into running without looking for a follower, and that was just what they were doing. The vampires were so scared of death they didn’t wonder why they weren’t killed or if they were being followed, they just fled and they seemed to be heading straight for their home, to where their Queen lived. Of course she did know the area owned by Jo and her coven, even the general buildings, but Myra had a feeling the vampires would go running straight to Jo herself and if that were the case it could give her a chance to find a place to be alone with Jo, and she could finally have a nice little chat with the vampire about territory and respecting the boundaries set down between her and the previous leader, and why she should continue to honor the agreement.

Mahogany beneath her feet and velvet between her fingers, these were the two feelings she’d never forget – the two feelings she loved above all now that she was gone, she, the one child of the night she’d ever loved. –Jovanna Drasche, The Night Mother, Jegh’Vaehnaah Szilágyi, Rosaline Flemmith, Bright Eyes, Dark Heart and many-many more names sprawled across the span of time – it never much mattered which one of them may be reserved for her by the tongue that waggled and the lips that uttered but unless you were a son or daughter, a child of the night beneath her thumb – it was almost a certainty she was either a bump in the night worth your fear or a whisper of relief at dawn, she was the death you never saw but knew would come if tested, she was the unseen hand that promised retribution to those she’d consider wicked, she was The Night Mother and she called each and every vampire her son or daughter and without question near all were inclined to believe. All were her Sons and Daughters but one, Faith Anderson, deceased 1978, reborn at the hilt of her fang – then eviscerated at the claw of a lesser beast, left for dead, blanketed by the first snow of this year – her lover, her peace, her serenity, her will to continue this disgustingly long no-life existence of hers.

So many names and each preceded her – so many names and yet she forgot the only one that really mattered, forgot most things that really mattered all in all… she remembered Jo-jo slipping so delicately off those lips, and long-long before that, before any of it all – she remembered velvet and mahogany. All else really was a blur, at least, she had trouble remembering much of what came before the advent of gun-powder, the sudden influx of hunters it brought about – she often romanticized to her younger thralls that Europe in the late sixteen hundreds was more like the wild west than America ever was for their kind, ignoring the times of the inquisition of course – though they were practically child’s play by comparison, a silver edged blade never could reach out and touch a no-life like a blunderbuss. For all her reminiscing, it didn’t seem to mean much anymore anyway now. With all that was forgotten new memories seemed to hold very little meaning especially now, time seemed to hold very little meaning, especially now… lethargy, her old friend, began to grip her close. Faith was a reason for keeping up with her game of chess against herself since all players – true no life-kings and queens like herself… well, most were forgotten or far removed there was nobody else to play anymore! Nothing much seemed to matter… the relationship she’d forged with the Lycan she then murdered was a large step forward in her vie for wide spread farming of North America, if they could accomplish this in one urban center they could anywhere, but without Faith to share in the success what did it mean?

Nothing really… like the rest of the blur, like today blending into last year blending into the last hundred it meant nothing… so the Lycan met with her old forgotten friend – swift retribution and back to biding her time she went, waltzing plaintively through the theatre she called home bare feet on mahogany, her long slender winter-white fingers stroking the long flowing velvet curtains – she could still smell her on them. Now of course Jovanna didn’t fancy herself the sort to get too terribly caught up on a mere thirty some odd years but then, here she was, acting so… human – it disgusted her!

“Ye’Vannah!” yet another name that meant very little to her – the tone of the voice that carried it however did. Jovanna groaned and looked up from what had been distracting her so… “Ye’Vannah – We’ve been attacked! A Ly-“

“A lycan…” She responded, her sharp nose wrinkled in disgust for the scent she found greeting her, “You went to The Narrows and were chased out by a dog.” Jovanna’s voice was calm, her prose little different, there was a certain loving air to her voice but the sort that was given by an overbearing parent not by a fearless leader, maybe this was why all her thralls were so unquestioning about her origins. All knew her as the night mother, many believed her the first female vampire ever – she never once argued the point nor did she prove it, it went back to her game of chess, no players left but herself as far as she knew. “I can smell it on you love, and you, and you. –come, tell mother what happened.”

…

“Damned mutt.” Jovana growled, slamming her fist down upon her desk, high up in a loft above the theatre, the room beautifully decorated with rose gold, more deep dark wood with beautiful grain, lavish velvets and silks, couches, conversation pieces, ancient tomes, grimoires, atlas and encyclopedia, crystal pillars with chilled cubes and dark bottles the thick acrid scent of blood only honey sweet to those like her… this was her sanctuary, now with little if any solace – invaded by the thought of a single Lycan nearly putting an end to three of her thralls. There had been whispers of a new Lycan taking up the reigns of their late successor, was she so bold as to allow such actions?

Of course with the death of their Alpha activity picked up, as was expected, Jovanna just believed there would be too many blood feuds between the mutts to worry about her sons and daughters flirting with the borders of their lands for a midnight snack… it wasn’t as if they’d stepped into entirely into Lycan territory, they were in no-man’s land of that much she was sure. It didn’t make any damned sense. If the lone Lycan was intent on protecting their borders why not kill her thralls? Lycans weren’t smart enough to suggest one without words, if there was a message why hadn’t her three poor children spoke of it?

Well… whatever the case, on this night, dawn quick approaching – there was little if anything she could do to solve it. Tomorrow however, action would need be taken, she need find out just who this Lycan was and if this was a message, a threat or an old tired woman’s paranoid delusion.

Myra had heard stories, floating rumors about the Queen of this particular coven. She went by many names but there were several most commonly used names, at least by the Lycans, aside from the slurs like bitch and pale whore. These names were Jovanna, or Jo for short, and Bright Eyes, though the latter had only been used commonly by the previous leader. He had seemed to have a more knowledgeable relationship with her than any other Lycan could claim, and while Myra hadn’t been aware of it until his death it had been because of their arrangement, an arrangement that had ended when she killed him. It was a bit intimidating really, Myra had trained under the recently deceased Lycan, Tirus was an incredibly strong leader, his strength keeping his position and his title of Iron Claw not just an honorary name. He had taken his position with raw force and kept it the same way, not being stupid by any account but doing as most Lycan did and ruling with force and raw power. It wasn’t how Myra was leading, she had a more cunning and secure approach, actually using her clan to bring some money into the lower city and her power to ensure those who did challenge her didn’t do much else but bark. Of course things were still tense, with some minor power struggles still ensuing she had to be careful, watch her back for the imminent attacks that would come her way, plan for the times ahead, and do her best to enact her plans for the clan in the meantime. It hadn’t been long since she took over however and it would be some time before she could rule from a place of stability, and probably even longer for the entire clan, and the other lesser clans of the city, to bend their knee and do what she said without question. It would come eventually though, Tirus has been sure of that, he had picked her and trained her due to the potential he saw, being able to see what people were worth being his most special ability.

That night was going to be the first chance to Myra to prove herself, to bring a bit of stability to the clan by trying to regain a secret agreement with the Vampire Queen, with Bright Eyes. Towards that end she had followed her people, the three Vampires she had thrashed running with such reckless abandon that they forgot to cover their tracks or look for someone following them. Perhaps it was arrogance or just a lack of proper training but they did not do what any proper member of a group should do, put the group above themselves. It was a basic rule, one of the traditions the Lycan clans kept to and it was something the Vampires she was tracking could do well to learn. Of course that had been her hopes from the start, that they would lead her directly to their Queen, the old powerful woman she was meaning to speak to. Of course the hard part wasn’t following them, the hard part was infiltrating the building they led her to, the large theatre having been a place Myra had seen but never before visited. In fact it was like that with much of the upper city, the more wealthy areas not commonplace for people like herself, people who were deemed cultureless. It was funny really, how refinement and culture was spoken about by those who believed that had it like it was something only those of upper class could have. In reality culture was something defined by the people in a certain area or of a certain group or nationality, not based on wealth or lifestyle but based on the individual characteristics of separate groups. It was just interesting to Myra how those with privilege didn’t understand such concepts, how their arrogance and superiority complexes blinded them to such things.

That was of no importance though, no matter what they believed she had a mission, a responsibility to her people to attempt a treaty of some sort, and she was going to do so. So she followed the Vampires, stayed out of sight and made such little sound that it would be nearly impossible for them to hear her. Or course there was a chance but she was being as careful as she could which exceeded the abilities of the usual Lycan, hopefully the expectation of noise and clumsiness would keep any possible Vampires she didn’t see to remain unaware. Luckily for her nobody noticed and she continued to keep her wits about her, that was until she could no longer do so. The sight of Jovanna she stopped, movement halted as her eyes locked on to the vampire, her mind taking a moment to comprehend what she was seeing. Vampires were a beautiful people, lovely skin and features, most of them gorgeous, and while that had never really entered into the realm of things Myra cared about she was suddenly faced with something on another level entirely. Jovanna was incredible, her looks were something like which Myra had never seen and she had to keep herself from allowing her jaw to drop or getting so distracted she was discovered. Yes, Myra was attracted to women, it was never a secret and was one reason people disliked the idea of her being the Lycan clan leader, because there would never be a male in a place or real power with her in charge, her mate would be another woman if she took one.

When she snapped back to attention she quickly hid herself again, just in time to avoid the Vampires who she had thrashed earlier, those who had led her to their leader. When she was sure they were gone, and sure nobody else was around, she moved towards the door. She knew vampires had a great sense of smell and senses that rivaled a Lycan’s, but she had faith her attack would be enough to help her catch Jovanna off guard, that the scent on her ‘children’ as she called them would make the woman less inclined to be on edge if she smelled it again as Myra approached. It would at least buy her a few moments and that could be enough. She didn’t enter immediately though, instead she listened, closing her eyes and letting her sense reach their upper limits, taking a risk to give herself a better chance. She listened and waiting, waited to hear footsteps in a direction that would imply the woman was facing away from the door. She did this for a long while and when she finally heard them she entered, quickly and quietly, closing the door behind her with barely a sound.

There, in front of her, was Jovanna, the beautiful vampire catching her eyes like a beautiful gem she knew she couldn’t have, her dislike for her kind being completely outshone by the woman’s grace and beauty. She would not let her have a chance to make a move though, she had been told how strong Jovanna was and there was no good that could come over underestimating her. So Myra moved in, no longer caring about a little noise, and using her immense speed to rush up behind Jo and grab her from behind, one hand wrapping around her waist and keeping her pulled tight, her other powerful hand reaching up and gripping Jo’s throat. She had no real plans of harming her but she had to make it seem as if there were no problems doing so and as such her nails dug in to the lovely flesh of Jo’s neck. “Shhh… Shhh… Don’t be too loud or one of your people could hear…” She leaned her head in close, her lips very close to Jo’s ear. As ridiculous as it was Myra was turned on, Jo’s outfit was rather risqué, a sheer dress with not a single other piece of legitimate clothing. Her body basically stood for itself and was one accentuated by the thing garb she was adorned with. She took a deep breath, getting the primal lustful part of herself under control, not such an easy task for a Lycan, another reason they were often out of control and considered beasts, as the level of control it took to ignore what your instinct wanted to do was immense, though Myra had hers under control, most of the time.

“I’ve only come her to talk, as proof of that I let your people live earlier, I tracked them but I could have done that with two dead, in fact it would have been easier… Yet I let them live. So do not dare call for help or you will in fact lose some of your coven tonight. Understand me Bright Eyes?” Of course control was only so strong, the hand around Jo’s waist had dropped down ever so slightly, resting right below her belly but not quite a the crotch, Myra’s body struggling to keep herself under control, she had to, she needed to speak with a clear head and she had no illusions that this was going to be a casual and easy conversation. “I am Myra, the new clan leader, I was brought up by Tirus…” She let that sink in for a moment, her voice calm but she knew Jo would connect the dots. “I trust you know what I am here to talk about? That is if you are as clever as people say.” There was a taunting tone in her voice, almost playful but more of a poke than anything. As she spoke her eyes closed for a brief moment and she inhaled deeply through her nose, taking in the intoxicating scent of the woman currently in her arms, it was as if she had been made simply to pressure the beast inside of people and being a Lycan her primal side was bigger than most. She could now see why Tirus has said to be careful around her, that she had a way of making it difficult to concentrate, she would have to be vigilant, though as serious as she was she wasn’t entirely confident she wanted to be vigilant and in control.

It all happened so fast, cliché as that was – it all always happened so fast when the span of time didn’t mean much – when it was all just a long rolling blur with the odd blip or swell to be found, events like this. One second she was strolling listlessly, pacing without purpose, the next a sharp gasp rattled her dusty insides, searing pain rippling across her frail cage, what was left of her mortal coil. In a split moment of panic she’d reached forward with both hands – as if there was anything for her to grab, no salvation in reach, a shrill hiss that could shear viscera in and of itself came as her neck, and what little room she had to struggle were restrained with it. With her bare feet dangling beneath she seemed to have little fight in her – even less as the Lycan’s claws pierced her flesh – only a groan of relinquish… so this was how her no-life ended? Without even seeing the face of her murderer? She felt precious blood in droplets, the menisci of each breaking, her supremely powerful vitae sinking into the Lycan’s nail bed, what a terrible waste it was… she only had so much left, it took so very-very much to replace it, to heal herself, her old age was becoming more and more an issue especially in situations such as this – she seemed to put up less fight than a human in the grips of her lycan assailant.

In time, she went limp in her arms, no interest in wounding herself further should the Lycan give her a chance to survive this, to repay her in kind – blood drawn as near enough to do it but there was only so much in the air, only so much on the Lycan’s flesh she could use. “Release me you insolent mutt-bitch, nigh you regret this moment for the rest of your miserable fucking existence, I promise it will not be long, I promise the regret will be great.” Her words were even, her voice smooth as the most luscious of silk on the surface but beneath it all it almost, almost sound as if there was a second voice a feral growl of some sort a contrasting proof of her power beyond the betrayal of her weak body.

“If you’d come to speak you wouldn’t leverage yourself with this violence, you’ve come to extort me. You may be intelligent for a mutt-bitch but still ignorant as the most daft of my children. Now-put-me-down.” She whispered, and in the same tone growled – the same strange phenomena persisting. So this was Tirus’s successor Jovanna had to give it to her, she’d caught her complacent – just like she’d caught her three thralls complacent, her complacency however was no just as broken as the four points of flesh on her neck. Bright eyes, she winced at the name, lids half closing over the name-sake, two luminescent icy-blue orbs, so very different from the burning red ire of her children, she’d even used the handle herself in the sixties but that was fifty years ago and long since felt more endearing than anything… especially uttered by a mutt.

It seemed the woman intended to restrike the bargain her leader had forged with her, the way she did it spoke clearly she intended to up the ante – she didn’t come in peace, she came in greed, lust and pride of that much Jovanna was sure. It had been a wonderful deal they struck, they’d turned the entire city into a feeding ground, humans far more like the cattle she considered them than they’d been in hundreds of years, it had been a beautiful thing! They were re-writing history with every stroke, changing the rules, restoring the order of the night! –once upon a time, little did most know and little gain was to be leveraged by telling them, it had been us verse them, all us, stalkers in the night against the day walkers… even Jovanna herself didn’t know who it was who put an end to that, where the blood feuds began and the fights for territory, she’d been just a little girl by all rights, barely a few years turned.

Some may take a deep steadying breath, habits of humanity took long to break – Jovanna’s were in many and most ways lost to time. Internally she calmed herself, entirely, before speaking – the strange second voice gone as she spoke in the smoothest of dictions “If you know of the pact Tirus and I struck than too you know he cleaved any chance of longevity when he murdered my mate. That is off the table, especially for a brash mutt-bitch like yourself. Leave this place at once or see the squalor and filth your pack wallows in reduced to ash, it would do me great pleasure to cauterize the gaping wound on this world you, your brothers and sisters persist to be. –the last few months have been little more than a period of grace before your inevitable end, so do as you will, my end only ushers yours in a swifter pace. –or go and be allowed the opportunity to tuck tail between legs and escape.” Not a single ounce of anger, doubt, any emotion really – each word as apathetic and resigned as the last all save three murdered my mate.

Myra hadn’t been expecting the degree of difficulty in controlling herself but there was no denying the effect being near Jovanna had on her. In fact from the moment she laid eyes on the woman she had been captivated, as if under some sort of spell. Sure she was keeping herself in check, ensuring that her astonishment and overactive desires didn’t get the better of her, but it was far from easy. There was this sensation that was growing the longer she was touching Jo, the longer her body pressed up against the almost fragile frame of her current prey. Delicate. That could describe Jo’s body, it was beautiful and feminine, a sexy overall aura, but it was not sturdy or strong, not like Myra’s. Then there was a scent, some intoxicating pheromone that had Myra’s head swimming, an unnatural sort of scent that made it nearly impossible to think clearly. As if that wasn’t bad enough she soon found herself drawn in by the sound of the woman’s voice, a trifecta of attraction that had the beast inside her thrashing about, her eyes changing to their rather piercing yellow as her struggles to control it became more futile, as her body began wanting what her mind kept denying it, and as a Lycan her mind was ultimately unable to hold back the innate desires or instinct that ruled over her. So she knew she needed to make it quick and distance herself from the source of the intoxication.

Luckily Jo didn’t put up much of a fight, she struggled for a moment, enough to have the skin on her neck break, but not enough to force Myra to more solidly restrain her. Her words took care of the hostility however, Jo poking the proverbial bear as she threatened and demanded to be let go. The most intriguing thing was as the woman talked it became obvious how superior she believed herself and her coven to be, as she seemed to think that whatever she said would happen and that her words rang true regardless of their meaning. It irritated Myra, another thing Tirus had warned her about, that Jo could have a very annoying attitude towards a situation and speak as if her voice was the only one that mattered. Myra was going to show this Vampire that underestimating her due to her being a Lycan was a mistake, and that underestimating her would lead nowhere good. However she was amused to a certain degree as she listened to Jo drone on about how it would soon be a time for the Lycan’s to be snuffed out so to speak, that they were in a grace period and it would soon be over. All of that was ridiculous, grace periods would not include territory poaching or idle threats and couldn’t be ended when they hadn’t been stated to begin with… They went both ways. Yet being a Vampire, and being who she was, Jo must have believed that no other aside from herself had to utter the words for it to be true, she was wrong, she did not have the last say even if that was what Jo wanted to believe.

Myra’s grip loosened a bit as the Vampire stopped speaking, a smirk playing at her lips, hidden by the positioning but it influenced the way she sounded as she spoke, amusement present in her tone. “You speak of violence having no place in talks but throughout history negotiations have been at the point of a sword or gun. So let me instead ask you this, a rhetorical question, would you or your ‘children’ have simply let me in if I said I wished to talk? Or would you attempt to slaughter me like a, what did you call me? Insolent mutt-bitch? So no, I don’t think my preemptive violence is unwarranted nor do I believe it invalidates my purpose for coming here, though you already assume to know what that is…” She paused, moving her lips up against Jo’s ear, “And just so you know, rhetorical means keep your loud mouth shut until I’m fucking done.” Jo didn’t seem like the kind to take well to listening to a Lycan, nor did she seem like the type to enjoy being spoken down to, both perfect parts of a rather make it up as you go plan, to throw the famous Bright Eyes off and make everything she did and said more memorable.

“Now, when you mention Tirus and your pact I know the details, every little footnote and tragic event of the sad story, the loss of your lover, the revenge killing on Tirus, and I hold no grudge for that, Lycan’s understand the honor of blood for blood.” She paused for a moment, her inner beast still thrashing against the cage of reason and civility. When she had it under control she spoke again. “However, that does not mean I don’t find the information useful… Of course I would have been more than happy to discuss a friendly mutually beneficial arrangement but time is ever so short and you don’t seem to much care to speak on friendly terms so here it is, my ‘extortion’. You will keep your children out of both no man’s land and Lycan territory, the lower city, we will take our previous territory and the no man’s land that was previously neutral ground. In addition we shall be allowed to barter trade with the upper city if the opportunity presents itself and bring a little cash flow into the lower city, and of course a ceasefire between our two races.” Myra was not stupid, she was brilliant in fact and definitely not the type of person a Vampire would ever expect to reach a leadership position in a clan. Usually it was the strongest most ignorant brute that won power, killing those who got in his way to achieve leadership, unfortunately for Jo this time was different, Myra was that strongest leader but she was also someone of great intellect and dangerous cunning.

Yet her inner beast still fought and before she realized what she was doing her hot breath was spilling over Jo’s succulent neck and her lips were stealing light sensual kisses against the pale woman’s tender neck. When it did hit her she stopped herself, trying to quickly get through what she had to say before she lost all sense of control and make a grave error. “But of course I’m sure you believe this doesn’t apply to you, that you will simply crush us… But just think of this, if you make a move against me I shall share with your coven that you had a deal with Tirus before he killed your beloved, and if they are half as smart as you seem to think they are your coven will know it to be truth… And how do you think the others in your little triumvirate would feel? I’m guessing they wouldn’t be too happy… So just think it over, way the pros of such an arrangement with the cons of making me, and the knowledge I hold, your enemy.” With that she released Jo, pushing her away rather gently and jumping back out of reach, though before all that she did give one last intentional kiss to Jo’s neck. “Now, just think it over, I’ll come back for your answer soon beautiful… Until then Bright Eyes.” She had given Jo time to turn and get a good look at her but without a moment’s hesitation after that she dashed away, going through the door and out the closest window, not looking back to see if she was being chased or not, though she heard and smelled nobody on her tail, which made sense as she had done her best to make it out without being seen, so as long as Jo hadn’t alerted anybody she should have been fine, and if she hadn’t that also meant good news for her little ‘extortion’ agreement as Jo called it. Of course more than anything Myra had one thought on her mind, next time she met with Jo she would have to contain her desires a little better, though hopefully their next meeting wouldn’t be quite as hostile or serious, that would be nice, she wouldn’t mind that one bit.

As the Lycan explained her position, rhetorical question and all – Jo took the moment to renegotiate the situation in her mind… once again coming a no win. She could feel her blood smearing her skin – it called out to her, yearned to be used, to be shifted and manipulated, given form and strength, to rend the mutt to bits, at least to stifle her… and yet, she did not act upon her blood’s heated call – if she used blood magic now, without need utter and absolute… well, she’d learned years ago her abilities were finite, over indulging upon the nape of a young woman no longer provided the revitalization she needed for more magic, no, it only satiated her now – she’d run the well so close to dry she never quite knew if the next spell could cripple her for goo, she never knew if a fight could be her last not due to injuries sustained but to those she delivered, a cruel reality.

Hate it as she might, Jovanna had to admit this mutt could speak with diction and intelligence uncommon of her kind… she was a different breed, much like herself – of course, she had no respect bought for this fact, not yet, in fact if anything it only infuriated her more, a low growl rumbling in her chest, more so when she was insulted “And just so you know, rhetorical means keep your loud mouth shut until I’m fucking done.” her blood boiled at those words! The insolent little bitch, she’d never liked the taste of such beasts but this one… she’d dine on her when this was all over, of that she was sure, and what of her she could not feast upon she’d feed to the ghouls… or maybe she’d feed her all to the ghouls – alive, watch them pick her bones clean one limb at a time while she screamed for death… the very thought gave her great pleasure in contrast to all else – in contrast to the rage so deep it near caused pain.

She didn’t speak, no, Jo remained in complete silence as this all went on, there was no need to – she’d let the Lycan yip till she was hoarse she may have lost this moment but the day was hers – all days were hers – the whole damn world… all she needed was time, she’d waited time and time before this would be much the same she designated.

“You stupid bitch… -not even Tirus was guilty of such lustful greed. –Even if I attended to honour a pact with you those conditions are impossible.” And this was true, she could not relinquish both the lower city and no man’s land… Tirus and her hadn’t even taken up a cease fire either! –neither ordered death upon the other’s thralls, but a cease fire there was no… only uneasy peace save skirmishes here and there. Intelligent as she may have sounded initially she’d sealed herself back to the depths of those worth nothing, she would not even receive pity for her moronic squabbles. “Wh-whagh… what’re y’… hfff!” The Lycan’s lips took her by surprise, and not by the blasphemous ignorance that spilled from them but rather hot rolling breath and… and lips pressing against… there was a difference between Lycan’s like Myra and Vampires like Jovanna, Myra battled with her innermost emotions and the desires to act out on them – for Jo, they were all that existed. Some conditions could release them different from others and some could be easily quelled with practice… Jo had never much bothered making attempts at quelling her lust.

A pious no-life was possible of course, but who would want to experience a no-life like that… she was a beast of the seven deadly sins and while she’d always had a long reach and extraordinary gift for patience in wrath, lust could cloud – after all, she’d nearly given it all up for Faith. Lust could unlock those bits of her humanity she’d forgotten, breaths without a need for air, quivers without the scent of blood, warm sensations and throbbing flesh. Jovanna swallowed a breath and snarled, bright blue eyes glaring across the room, she would not give Myra the satisfaction of vulnerability again, never.

Until then Bright Eyes…

“Nrrryaaaaugh!” As the Lycan made her escape the no-life-queen made her rage known, unable to hold back, she thrashed, she screamed, she destroyed. Desks were reduced to splinters, the mahogany she loved so much creaking and dimpling beneath her feet, the velvet tearing, glass shattering and bursting into so many pieces, so many little shards and nameless shapes catching the light, cascading multi-coloured reprieves and reliefs across the ceiling and walls before they skittered down to the floor and died like the form they once held to hold bottles and bulbs. Even as her rage burned, further and deeper, the screams soon reduced to cries, anger to agony, disappointment to desperation… the desire for death shifting, turning as she found herself upon the floor in a heap – Myra’s death meant little compared to the want for Faith’s No-life to return – her hand upon the crook of her neck where lips smeared blood like so many lip-stick memories. “Biiiiieeeaaaughtch-raaaaugh!”

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“The Ghouls, I’d like them returned to my loft Constance, -and Hope I need new accommodations my love.” She said calmly to her two most trusted of thralls.

“Mother! –what happened to your neck?” Hope gushed with worry before flouncing to her side to trace the four indentures, wilted little scars not unlike those a human may have after a few weeks of restoration.

“T’was but a mistake, last night was not my best. –no need to worry.” Jovanna explained cooly to Hope placing a hand on her shoulder with the softest of smiles tugging at her lips, “I don’t heal quite like I used to you know.” And a chuckle to seal it, she’d not been well since Faith’s death and the others knew that, only her most trusted would see her this way, that was all she could allow for and this was not the first time she’d destroyed her accommodations in blind rage due to the memory of her lover – they would not push the matter without their mother volunteering anything. –the two simply nodded and went to work, seeing to the whims of their mistress. Hours later she’d find herself once again, in her loft, just as lavish as it had been the fay before –however tonight she found herself at a grandiouse throne of felt and ivory, awaiting the Lycan, her pets at either side.

Two grotesque beasts kneeled at either side of the throne, twisted abominations of flesh and silver-edged steel. The gnarled men, feral vampires reduced to the stature of dogs at her side, their bodies gripped by lashings and straps to keep them in place. At their elbows and along their forearms were steely blades, at the hinds of theirs calves much the same, their fingernails and teeth were replaced by steel, bloody and rotten in an attempt to be rejected by the process of healing – staunched by a diet purely of their own kind. Their skin was white as chalk except upon jaundiced faces and black web works of veins – each bone in their body poking and prodding along their emaciated forms. Such creatures were frowned upon in today’s age, unlawful amidst most covens if not met with complete disdain – Jovanna in her old world tradition and mind however cared not for such new-age impressions. A listless hand held several runs of twine, lashing their lips and eyes shut, she lay in wait, should the Lycan return it would be the last thing she ever did, maws drooling with black viscous blood rejected from rotting steel teeth begging for a taste of dog-meat.

Myra’s departure had been the right decision because the desires pent up inside of her had been near exploding. She knew she would have to steel herself for the next encounter with the intoxicating Vampire, ensure that she had her desires and emotions in order, perhaps even take care of some of her frustrations herself before leaving. Of course that would bring up an entirely different set of issues, no doubt a Vampire would smell the scent of sex all over her, but if it helped her stay in control it would be well worth the slight embarrassment. Regardless that would be another night, a night for it all to sink in and for Jo to think over everything Myra had said. She was looking forward to the next meeting, having intentionally given the woman an outlandish first negotiation attempt. It was common sense among negotiating, to start with something that sounded like a plausible demand but was ultimately ridiculous to the other party. That made every offer or negotiation after that point seem highly more acceptable and it also didn’t hurt for Jo to continue underestimating her, which would help in the long-run as well. Yes, she was smarter than to believe the Vampires, especially a Vampire as proud and powerful as Jo, would give them so much territory and actually not have any hostility whatsoever. No, that was just the outlandish beginning that would lead to a profitable middle group, and hopefully, no definitely, lead to something greater than what Tirus had gained for the Lycans.

Myra had time to worry about the specifics later, it would do her no good to think about the endless possibilities until she was once again speak with Jo, when she could see the reactions to the counter offers and asses which points she could get the woman to budge. Besides, as she jumped off of the roof back into the lower city she knew there were other problems to deal with. She had to worry about other clans and those vying for power within her own jumping her at any time, and this night if that happened she couldn’t spare them as she often would. Mercy, some would call it that, for Myra it was a way to make obedient thralls out of the stronger Lycans, giving them a choice to fall in line or die, life being the most common choice. That could not happen that night however, she couldn’t risk them smelling Jo, or a Vampire in general on her, not without a hefty amount of blood to make her triumph believable. Unfortunately for two such Lycans they did come to find her though, as she walked through the lower city on the way back to her dwelling, they didn’t last long and their blood soon snuffed out any other scent.

Myra didn’t enjoy killing, her beast was wild and was hard to control and it could cause her to lose sight of things but murderous intent was not one of her common weaknesses. Sure if the situation warranted death she had no qualms or remorse, but she preferred to handle things in different ways and had only several times gone looking for death, one being when one of the Vampires responsible for murdering her family had surfaced, and another in protection of a close friend. There was truly little choice when it came down to it though, she lived a life that demanded a certain degree of death to survive and achieve a life worth living. It wasn’t just being a Lycan, many in the lower city lived that way, and while most of them were good people, and many of them didn’t have to kill, it was not a rare occurrence in a place of such poverty. It wasn’t even always violence, disease, malnutrition, exposure, they all contributed to death and were all sufferings of those without the financial stability to avoid. That was one of the things that Myra most wanted to fix about the lower city, she wanted to increase the flow of cash to the people and to do that she needed access to the upper city, which was one of the main goals of her negotiation, the ceasefire and territory increase being smokescreens for a more precious goal.

Myra’s home was no different externally from the rest of the lower city, rundown shambles of buildings, cracked stone and splintered wood. They were not shoddy by a long shot but a lack of upkeep over the span of a century had caused most of the area to fall apart. However, on the inside Myra’s place was much nicer, not big but she didn’t need big. Her entire home was probably the size of the one room Jo occupied, a leather couch on one end of a large open room with a small coffee table in front of it where she ate, a nice oak piece. She had a chest at the foot of a Queen sized wooden bedframe, solid and rather nice, soft high count thread sheets and a comforter that did its job. There were also a set of drawers and a wardrobe that contained the clothing she wore, a rather plain rotation of jeans, t-shirts, the occasional pair of shorts and jackets. She had a few formal pieces, things she had picked up in college, but she never found a use for them in her new life, never had a reason to show weakness through beauty, which was what Lycans would see it as. That was one way she envied the Vampires, they celebrated beauty, hell Jo had been a heaping pile of gorgeous and irresistible, and as beautiful as Myra was she could never wear a sheer dress around her clan, it would bring with it more trouble than it was worth.

As average as her place was it was incredibly nice for the area, and probably the nicest of the places that the Lycan occupied. The current block was a Lycan heavy area, the hall they held their meetings in was contained inside the area and the majority of their strength was there. Also all of those in the area were loyal to Myra and recognized her as the rightful and appropriate heir to the clan’s throne. So she slept soundly and before she knew it a new day was upon her. She didn’t sleep much which left plenty of time for Myra to take care of things before her next visit to Jo, taking advantage of the daylight to give out a few orders and beat down yet another hungry pack of rebels, though the attack had been small in scale, another two dissenters who were lucky they hadn’t met the fate of the two the night before. Before things could get dark however she made her way back into the upper city, taking advantage of the daylight to make her recon much easier. The sun allowed her to observe and before night fell to find out where Jo was staying, as it was not in her room like the previous encounter. No, she had holed up somewhere entirely different, though a place that still suited her needs. It was a throne and quite grand, another overwhelming show of extravagance, an annoying display of wealth. Myra was aware her disdain for such overt displays of money was mainly jealousy, she had always wanted such things when she was younger and that had never changed, but she also knew that the throne could probably feed hundreds for god knew how long.

Still, she couldn’t try and change the Vampires, she could only try to change the lot of those who needed it, her people in the lower city. So when she was satisfied with her little recon, and was sure she could enter without any of the children finding out, she entered into the room, a smirk on her face as she walked in to a much different scene than the day before. This time Jovanna was surely ready, Myra had no alternative option than walking in without the element of surprise, revealing herself and approaching head on. There were even rather horrific looking beings by her sides, truly twisted and disturbing, looking to be vampires but tortured crazed, feral, beasts. It was as if someone had taken a Vampire and done their best to transform them into Lycans, to twist and destroy whatever made the Vampires even close to human. “Well, I assume you’ve given my proposal some thought… I’m here to hear what you think and discuss things… Civilly unless that is beneath you.” She was watching closely, a smirk on her face but a cautious mind, something about the situation seemed less than friendly, she was ready for anything but not quite sure what to expect.

One did not survive as long as Jo did without planning for each and every possible outcome, even the unfathomable because really she’d seen the impossible happen tens of hundreds if not thousands of times… admittedly, one didn’t survive as long as Jo did without a certain high, a certain feeling of invincibility… maybe complacency, maybe a curious flirt, a long gaze into the void to see if anything might be found gazing back, she’d contemplated plenty times what it might be like to finally fall, that said, she’d gone this far – had she not? Each and every act was more like a debate of hypotheticals with the world, sometimes she lost track which hypothetical she was living in or if her reality inside was the same was that without, if all was going to plan or if she was six hypothetical realities ahead of herself without synching what might make it possible! A growl at her side snapped her from the internal debate to the corporeal.

Sitting at the throne she shifted once, tapping her jaw listlessly. If the wolf killed her beloved ghouls, or maybe gave her a reason not to set them loose… then what? Did she counter offer? Give her a little, let her feel like she won – reforge the pact and return to business as usual moving forward? Give her what she asked for than take it back when the complacency was returned? Maybe moreover, meet somewhere in the middle… give the wolf her Narrows, return no-man’s land to just that… then, one of her other covens, hell all of her other covens if she felt the pull… well, she could attack from both sides under a guise, she could retreat and allow this territory to the lesser vampires – let them think they won, let them fight the fight, she could easily take the successor once lines were thinned… it all seemed so tiresome now that the rage of the day before had faded. She’d murdered the one Lycan she truly hated, did this one really matter so much? Oh… right, the leverage was the reality she was in. Right? A reality she need accept was that no matter how many contingencies she planned they meant nothing once the situation began and she hadn’t the power to tell the future so this was all her very best bet. –for now, she had to defer to her only two thralls without thought or mind, without the gift of speech to rob her anonymity.

The two ghastly beasts began to stir sniffing viciously at the hair, gargles and groans of want rumblings through them, the squelching of their clawed hands padding against the ground slick with their needful slobber. Little droplets and foaming gouts escaping the spaces between the stitches in their mouths and their sunken in noses “Shhh… clam down my love – you’ll be fed soon.” She assured one of the ghouls as she too caught a sense of the Lycan who’d forced this all upon the two of them.

And there she was, soon enough, the resourceful little mutt bitch –she’d managed to slip in once, a second time was probably no issue… hell Jo had let her! –if one of her Coven caught the mutt and made her yip this was over for both of them and she still hadn’t fully developed that contingency, she wouldn’t have to if the ghouls managed. “I’m afraid I wouldn’t feel comfortable again without my own immediate leverage… and I must say, now that we’re all here…” she smirked and gave one of the strings in her fingers a calculated tug, the eyelids of the ghoul on her left coming undone, the beast shook it’s head and rattled off the remaining twine, two eyes almost completely overcome by cataract seeming to lock in on the lycan, more drool frothing forth from its lips before it growled, tried to lunge forward before quaking when it was stopped by a hiss from its mistress. “I prefer you’d simply die… or work a little harder at finding your place when in my home.” another tug and the ghoul’s lips came undone, all it needed to begin the attack – barrelling forward toward Myra as the stitches bust one by one across its withered black lips.

The second time infiltrating Jo’s little base had been much easier than the first time, the heavily guarded areas almost leading her to Jo and while she had believed it to be a coincidence at the time it no longer seemed to innocent. It seemed Jo had intentionally made it easy for her to arrive just where the Vampire wanted her. Of course she wasn’t scared, curious and a bit cautious sure but there was leverage and that was the only reason she was allowed in to the compound so easily in the first place, so as long as she played her cards right it would be a fruitful meeting. Yet things were never so easy, she had been aware of Jo’s pride and reputation from the start, a simple meeting with civil conversation was never an option, that was why Myra had originally approached her in such a hostile manner, to get her attention and get the woman serious, which by the show in front of her was exactly what Jo was, serious. However Myra didn’t react immediately, she waited, observed, and despite the situation she thought about just how goddamn sexy Jo looked, her figure teasing the eye through the thin sheer dress, it was already rousing her senses, even if she had taken some time before coming to pleasure herself and try to work out some of the frustration. It seemed the inverse was the actual outcome, she only found herself more lustful than ever and as her eyes traced that body, looked into those eyes, well it was enough to have her mouth-watering.

As much as lust was on her mind there was a more pressing issue, the creatures by Jo’s side, they seemed none to friendly and while Myra had made quick work of more fearsome beasts she also knew never to underestimate anything. So when Jo made her intentions clear, releasing one of the beasts, Myra reacted quickly, her eyes glowing a bright shade of yellow, a powerful aura seeping from her. Myra wasn’t going full Lycan, she was one with enough control to release some of her power without actually turning, the lesser of her race had to release their beast to draw on its power, allow it to take over, Myra was not one of those, she could manipulate it nearly at will. Of course that didn’t mean she could suppress its desires but unless she needed her full power she could react and move without turning.

Myra didn’t charge the beast, instead she stood still, waiting for it to get close and then right as it leaped for her, the horrific maw of the creature now fully free, she moved to the side swiftly and managed to smack its side and send it smashing against the wall. It wasn’t dead and was soon to its feet but by that time she had begun rushing towards Jo, making her way over, trying to stop her from releasing the other monstrosity. She really didn’t want to turn, to alert others in the area to her presence, she needed to finish it quickly and cut the head off of the snake by having Jo stop her beast, a beast which was already baring down upon her. Myra was ultimately faster however and she made her way over to the incredible throne, reaching out and grabbing the Vampire by the arm, yanking her off the throne and pulling her close and spinning around to where the beast would hit its own master if it tried to get to her, the entire motion occurring quickly and fluid. At the same time however the position it put her in was almost unbearable, the lovely intoxicating woman was up against her once again and she had to try and keep herself in the moment and spinning Jo around to bring them to a familiar position, breasts pressed up against Jo’s back and fingers once again at the woman’s neck threatening to end her.

“Now come beautiful… I know I’m attractive but there are easier ways to get me to hold you.” She snarled, a bit of her inner beast sounding from behind her voice. It was not good to pin a wolf into a corner, to make them fight for survival, especially one as gifted as Myra, it only made her more cunning, got her brain really working, though at the moment it was turning her on more than anything, once again having to be right up against the seductive Vampire. “Then again perhaps you’re trying to tell me my place is behind you… In control. If that’s the case I wouldn’t mind, we could always make a little playtime part of our negotiations…” A smirk played at her lips as she looked at the beast from behind its Mistress, the creature staring up at her but seeming to know not to assault its owner, or at least that was Myra’s hope. “Now, are we going to talk like civil adults or do you want to keep playing games? We could always play, guess who the backdoor dealing bitch is and see if your coven can guess… That could be fun. Or you could just show those abominations to a cage or out of sight so a proper negotiation can begin… Because doll, I’d hate to snap this pretty little neck of yours.” For some reason the beast inside got the better of Myra for a moment, perhaps because her desires were so genuine and not driven purely by the bestial lust. The hand not around Jo’s throat wandered up to her breasts, feeling the incredibly tits through the dress, “Or we can do something a bit more fun if you don’t feel like speaking like adults, that is an option as well… So decide.” Her voice was playful and she was still smirking but there was a definite tone of seriousness behind it, not taking no for an answer, Jo would rid them of the creatures if she didn’t want Myra to take care of them, though she was cautious to do so with Jo in the room, she had heard plenty about her strength and while Tirus had told her much she wasn’t entirely sure of anything. “So what’s it going to be lovely, make a damn choice, unless you’re incapable of something so simple?” One more poke for good measure, to keep Jo nice and riled up, Myra wanted to keep the clear head between them and to do that she had to disrupt the old incredibly intelligent, beautiful, Vampire Queen.

Jo stared in utter shock as her beloved pet was so easily dispatched, a black gout of fluid chocking from its feted lips as it tried to scramble back to its knees – she tried to tug loose her second but it was took late, before anything could be done, once again she was being torn from her seat and gripped ferociously by the next, time for contingencies to run rampant. She was old, tired, weak, she couldn’t even plant a food and stop the spin, she winced and groaned as her arm was strongly handled, her body no longer her own to decide, no action to take. Jovanna refused to groan, refused to whimper or growl – but as the hand returned to her neck and her pet squared upon them a grimace did twist her beautifully sharp features, the four points that Myra had left the day before still there, broken skin, scabbing and bruised only perpetuating the imagine Jo may not be as strong as most believed implicitly.

It was discouraging to say the least the mutt seemed to be capable of overcoming her at each turn she presented now but what could she do? Nothing, in the moment, she could do nothing – one gift to so many contingencies was and always would be the fact that she could tell herself things were going to plan even when-maybe even especially when they didn’t. So this was it, let her think she won a little longer, maybe she had won again but one win meant little over a life time and the mutt’s luck was sure to run out eventually… that was just it, luck, only luck – every dog had its day and every day had its own way of being forgotten, Jovanna wouldn’t forget and she wouldn’t let the dog either – no, she’d make her regret it, make her regret it till the memory of triumph felt more like the sickening blow of defeat!

Like to as she might to snarl, tell the woman to go fuck herself or die, make threads she couldn’t uphold in this very moment – it seemed the wolf was impossibly skilled at turning her words and actions on her, twisting her words and ambitions into daggers to drive into her back while her hand held her neck tight. A huff through her nose and her teeth clenched tight, evidently she didn’t even need to say anything for the mutt-bitch to patronize her… overt in sexual innuendo no less, Jovanna had to wonder if it was a tease an attempt to infuriate her by poking at the raw nerve the bitch must have assumed her lost lover left behind or if this putrid fuck really intended t-

“Hgck!” her jaw dropped, incisors lengthening slightly then baring down on her lower lip as Myra’s hand found her breasts, began to take her dignity from her with ease – her precious little ghoul’s head turning to the side, cocking slightly, stupid as it was this seemed to dumbfound it all the more before a few cursory sniffs were taken and a moan of disappointment. “I’d sooner invite a steak inside me than you-you hubris mutt.” She whispered weakly before raising a listless arm and snapping her fingers, her own two dog-like beasts groaning and beginning to crawl shamefully out of the room – as they reached each other’s side the one free of its bondage growled and nipped at the other, lunging into it, the two rolling and scrambling about as the crashed into the door the sounds of muffled screams and squelching flesh, blood trickling and the skittering of their steely claws against wood and marble slowly dwindling down to silence as they found the cage Myra suggested they be locked away in.

The arm that hung in the air turned and found Myra’s, brushing her breast to urge it away, her nipples beginning to pretest cruelly to her sheer dress standing proud, a swell and tingle, it took more than just a grope to make Jo lust after more, plenty still to breed warmth within her – warmth was alien to her lately, warmth was alien to most her kind without supreme ecstasy to kindle it, ecstasy she did not feel – barely even arousal as she organized her thoughts “We take no man’s land and won’t annex the Narrows – no cease fire but no organized assaults either. –parties of no more than three may enter the upper city for that supplemented income you mentioned, if they’re seen I won’t forbid attack, once they enter my realm they’re on their own if they’re spotted but I will provide opportunities for them to enter. Now you demand a piece of no man’s land, I reluctantly agree – we both feel like we’ve one and you unhand me.”

Myra had never been one to brag about her strength, as Tirus raised her they had both learned of her potential, whether it be her aptitude to learn how to fight or natural reflexes and speed. Then there was her inner beast, it was powerful, her desires and emotions driving her to release power very few of their kind could manage, and a control to do things even fewer could accomplish. Only several times in her life had she had to go full force, once was when she ripped apart the murderer of her family, a second was to take her place at the head of the clan, and the third was going to be soon, she had a feeling Jo was going to force her to that point eventually. Even when she released the small bit of power to overcome Jo's latest obstacle it had been a fair amount of her power, using more force and speed than needed just to prove a point that Jo would not overcome her so easily. Of course more than anything she found herself unable to completely keep control in the presence of the Vampire and it became evident that more than just her stunning looks were responsible for that. Myra had been around beautiful women before, her wild and playful nature attracted people and so she had never been for a lack of mates when she had time to go out and find one, yet with Jo she found herself struggling, pressing back against her desires to keep herself in check, and it wasn't working well.

It didn't help either that Jo was being so passive, part of Myra taking that as a sign to take what she wanted and not hesitate to devour the beautiful woman in her arms. Even Jo's insults seemed to egg her on, making the Lycan ponder how much fun it would be to make the proud and dignified Vampire Queen crying out in pleasure at the hands of a 'mutt'. In fact that would be the best part about taking Jo and having her way with the woman, it would be the look in her eyes, the knowledge, that a mutt, a Lycan had caused her to scream like a whore. It was just the way things worked though, sex and pleasure, aside from a select few people there was no way to cast aside such desires, to ignore it even if your mind protested. For Lycans, and Myra in general, pleasure and desire were immense weaknesses, the inner beast making the pull of lust nearly impossible to ignore, like an itch that wouldn't feel better until scratched. She was sure Vampires were different but she was also sure that Jo's reaction meant she was anything but numb to the allures of another woman, not to mention Tirus' death being the result of his murdering of Jo's lover.

She ignored the itch as Jo began to speak again, listening closely to the words the Vampire spoke. She offered a piece of no man's land, no organized assaults, and while no true trade rights she did offer opportunities into the upper city to make such trades. It was a good deal, better than Tirus' for sure, even if would take some convincing for her clan to believe trading opportunities meant a damn thing. They did though and in the long run it would strengthen the clan and the area they resided in. "Mmmm, and just like that you give me what I really wanted..." Her voice held no contempt but it did have a certain degree of pride, Myra more than proud of how well things had gone, even if she didn't believe for a moment it was going to remain so easy. She felt a need to explain to Jo what she meant though, to ensure the Vampire didn't think she was some idiotic Lycan like many of the others, so she knew these were not the stakes of the intelligent over the brutish. "Offer you one thing, so outlandish that it wouldn't make sense to accept it, and then you drop down to 'reasonable' terms for your counter offer... Negotiation one. oh. one." A smirk played at her lips as Myra hot breath once again spilled over Jo's neck, a small chuckle escaping her lips as her chin rested on the other woman's shoulder.

For a moment she just stood there, not moving or saying anything, even closing her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling of her body against Jo's. Then she spoke again. "I accept your terms, it seems more than fair but we need to ensure this does not raise suspicions with our respective underlings. Now my kin, most of them anyways, would believe we gained new territory because we are 'fearsome' or 'powerful' and the idea of trade can be kept well under wraps with some secret spy only I know of, but your people... Well something more believable is in order as to why you would give up territory." She took a deep breath, lips kissing Jo's neck again, her inner desires beginning to show in ways she never could notice until she had already acted and by that time she no longer cared to stop herself. Her lips suckled the delicate skin before she finally spoke one more. "I can put a bit of pressure on the area if you like, I'm sure some speech about us 'mutts' not being work the trouble for such a small amount of crumbling wasteland would be more than enough to convince your people... It does seem so characteristic of what I've seen so far and by relation to your reputation."

Another chuckle escaped her lips and her hand slid down and rubbed against Jo's inner thigh, Myra's breath becoming slightly heavier, cheeks slightly flushed as that intoxicating aura pouring from Jo drew her in. "Damn..." She whispered, her lips pressing up against Jo's ear as she spoke again, deciding to give a slight counter offer of her own. "Or... We can make another deal, no additional land but I get to have you every once in awhile... I'm not one to beat around the bush so there it is, how exactly will you give up your pride today, the extra land which also influences your clan... Or your body which is a mere personal loss of pride?" Her lips played at Jo's neck again, it becoming quite obvious she was aroused, something she couldn't hide from the enhanced senses of a Vampire, and something she didn't care to hide. Then again part of her was screaming to get it together, take the land and finish the agreement then return home and cool off, return again if they needed to talk further.

Back into her drawling explanations did the mutt go, her little act of futility, her attempt to prove she knew what she was doing or at least had an idea how this process worked, a little inclination on her own game of chess but in reality she played a step ahead- and Jo was already manufacturing check mate, for Myra – this was it… hell, for Myra she probably imagined they were already passed the game weren’t they? It was sort of cute, wasn’t it? –the way she was beginning to take pride in it, take pride in her folly – as all did before their last breath, she truly was hubris, no night-walker ever gained a thing from the sun, especially not by flying too close to it.

… and yet, for some reason the acceptance of her terms came with a certain ominous sort of feeling, a beginning end as it were. Internally she was prepared to groan at the thought of once again linking her fates with a Lycan – if she didn’t act fast on this opportunity, this time around, who knew what this one could take from her? Faith was gone, there was still so much she held very dearly, her children, her coven, her no-life itself… what might this one be capable of with all her pride and wrath, her gluttony in lust, even now in these negotiations she couldn’t restrain herself from exploring her body with those dirty paws of hers, though effects were beginning in more than just those two hardened nubs tugging the chest of her sheer dress taught. “Yes, yes, I’m aware Tirus taught you the rudimentary, and you were once human – which means you at least understand vicariously the meaning of restraint for realization of intentions in negotiation.” She insulted quite cooly, though much like Myra there was an unmistakeable edge of grain in her voice.

To no one else, but herself, she had to admit – the contrast of the Lycan’s hot flesh against hers so naturally icy… it felt curiously nice. –that thought would be strangled out of her before she could breathe life into it however.

A small waver in her came about when Myra suckled at her flesh, a ripple of heat from the Lycan’s lips flowing through her. She wasn’t becoming aroused by the advances, more taken off guard, having a severe amount of trouble keeping herself from snapping, from snatching or trying to dig her nails into the woman, force her away, she had to remain calm though, it was the only advantage she had at this time after all. “I’ll worry about my own, you worry about yours. Unlike you, my will, love, trust are all implicit – nothing in your world can be implicit if a melee decides who rules. –Just try not to get killed barking orders to the other runts in your litte-sssth!” she hissed as the hand found the inside of her thigh – skin that had only been tended to by one for so long and it felt like so long since that tender touch had found her, a plunge inside, a brief second of vertigo before she restored herself, and yet, still there was no slap, no swat, no struggle – completely placid she remained.

Her eyes narrowed, her teeth clenching, incisors reaching their full length and strident point – a severe overbite keeping them from breaking skin or gum, all her features seemed to sharpen for a second, her face wrinkling along with her nose, every muscle in her body tightening, till not a thing, limp, dangling, at Myra’s mercy. Her lips at her ear, she was sure if she were human she’d shudder and quake at each breath that rolled through but the sensation of being tickled was impossible to feel for a vampire, a strange fact few outside their kind knew or cared to, the little things, biting tinfoil or a cotton ball, knives and forms scraping on dinner plates, those strange glitches in the brain that caused skin to crawl and tingles marching – they lost those with their humanity – so breath through her ear was just that, air passing through a dead canal… but it wasn’t the feeling that had her cringe, it was what it represented.

For the second time in their budding rivalry Jo gasped, though far less dramatic than the first as her brows knit together in perplexing debate. The avariciousness of this fucking bitch! How dare she?! It would be a blow to her pride, allowing a fucking mutt to bed her, but… for her children? For comfort and a further prospect for her children… for the greater good of each and every little love she provided for… should it really be so hard to sacrifice a point of pride for their sakes? Her heart twisted with such raw unfettered emotion she almost questioned if the long dead organ beat! “And for the first time your ignorance truly surprises me.” She growled lowly. “Utterly aghast I am.” Jo went on to admit, and true, it was, she was!

Was her pride really so important to her she’d take from the mouths of her children to maintain it?

… or was this another opportunity in disguise?

“Once.” She whispered, eyes narrowing to a glare of disgust as she turned her head away from Myra, her short white-gold hair brushing along the woman’s cheek, beguiling scent releasing from the tresses in a passive flourish of her abilities. “You may bed me once, once only – this offer, however, is non-negotiable.” -hate herself, love herself, rationalize it or justify it… ignore it or embrace the genius of it all – what she did next was something she’d never really be able to prepare for, a pact with a Lycan no matter what the motives was sin, what did that make this? –her hand reached down, no longer so lethargic, taking Myra by the wrist she slid her long slender fingers down to hers, each of her finger tips finding the crooks between Myra’s knuckles, guiding her hand not to her lower thigh but rather up, slightly to one side, grinding those pearly white teeth of hers together as she found that heat, so enticing, cup the sheer fabric loose to her crotch. “Take it or leave it mutt.” The final words tasting so viciously acrid on her tongue as she hung her head in shame she previously seemed incapable of.

Lust had always been Myra's greatest weakness, coming in atop even confidence, which for a genius who had a naturally beautiful appearance and insane reflexes was almost always more arrogance than anything else. Lust drove her, in her college years she could remember picking out the prime meat from amongst the coeds and having her way, showing many a women that all women were lesbians under a skilled enough touch. Of course she didn't discriminate, beauty was beauty and it had always been her downfall, whether it be teachers, daughters, fellow students and anyone and everyone in between. So when she became a Lycan, became one of the clan, that only increased to a new level, her previous weakness for lust and pleasure becoming the largest hunger of her inner animal. It was a constant weight on her mind and one she had been neglecting as of late. In fact it had been weeks since her last sexual endeavor and given that she fed her animal nearly five times a week prior to it had its affects. She had become frustrated, short-tempered, and while there were many symptoms to her withdrawal the greatest was a greater desire than ever before.

Of course Myra knew her body and in the current situation she was well aware of the influence from the Vampire Queen, that the woman was doing something to further rile her up, but she didn't seem to give a damn. She should have, not accepting territory, giving the Vampire a counter offer to an advantageous arrangement was ridiculous, but she wanted something else far more. She wanted Jo. She wanted the seemingly fragile flower in her arms, not for pride at having had her way with the Queen of the Damned or to have anything else to hold over the woman's head, but purely for desire. It was a selfish proposal that she had spouted out, ignorant not being a bad way to describe what she was attempting to negotiate, but Myra was not thinking with her head on this particular piece of the agreement, she was letting her emotions roam free and pick a reward for all the hard work she had done to get this far. It was her little piece of the proverbial pie, she was giving the lower city and clans so much with this secret arrangement, giving them more than they had ever received before, fighting for them and risking herself, so she wanted a little something of her own, to satisfy a desire so great she had never felt its kin. For Lycan's that was significant, the emotions ruled them, they trusted their inner beast as it was merely amplified unfiltered truth.

So when the word 'once' was uttered from Jo's pale lips and the look of shame came with it, which was the only way Myra would have believed it was a serious offer, she couldn't help but smirk. It wasn't what Myra wanted, she had imagined a grand deal, one that allowed her to come feast of that delicate woman whenever she needed to relieve some stress, but once, once with such a woman, that was enough, Myra couldn't turn down such beauty. Of course that hadn't been an instant decision, she struggled in her head, reason pushing against desire. Ultimately it was a useless struggle, as Jo's hand entwined with her own she lost all sense of reason, her breathing became a bit heavier and she closed her eyes taking in the scent and feel of the woman she so coveted and yet almost despised at the same time. Myra didn't like to lose control, she liked picking a target and stalking it, seducing them and bringing the person to utmost pleasure but this was different, there was no successful seduction, no prey, only two predators. In truth it was exhilarating.

'Take it or leave it mutt'. Those words were the trigger, Myra's eyes popped back open and she released a throaty growl more carnal than ferocious, the hand on Jo's neck releasing her for the first time and slipping downwards, both of her hands meeting and wrapping around Jo's stomach, pulling her tight against her own body. "Once..." The words came out almost like a question and her lips played at Jo's neck again, several kisses being placed up the smooth skin before she finally spoke again. "Okay, once." It took all of Myra's willpower not to rip the dress off and have her way with the woman right there, not to poke and prod at her immediately and delve deep into the beautiful Vampire, but she didn't want to have her one opportunity happen in such a tasteless cold environment, no, she wanted to be somewhere a bit more intimate, somewhere that she could take her sweet time with this one chance, a place that once she was led there would make it impossible for Jo to turn back. "Jovanna..." She spoke the woman's full name, saying it aloud for the first time. "Show me to your room, unless of course you want me to fuck you against the floor... Not very dignified, but it's your choice doll." She didn't give Jo another chance to consider the offer, to turn back, no she had made the deal and it was going to happen even if she changed her mind. No, there was no point in discussing it further, telling her how this one little indiscretion would be the end of her if Myra spread it to her Coven.

It was then that Myra completely released her, though not before turning her around and lifting her chin, making her go from looking at the floor to looking into Myra's eyes, which were shining a beautiful yellow, proof of her beasts role in the sexually driven chain of events. Her hand remained on Jo's chin for a moment, her eyes having to yank themselves away from the Jo's eyes, a pair of bright orbs that had drawn Myra in almost like they were hypnotizing her, not something she enjoyed. Of course there was so much to look at, her fangs, for some reason seeming just as sexy as they were dangerous, and then her body, all of which was barely hidden beneath the teasing sheer dress. One last look at Jo reinforced her decision, she had made the right choice to have this woman in her arms and she already had plans, she didn't just want to fuck Jo, she wanted to make the vampire scream, make her cum, to drive her wild with pleasure and embarrass the hell out of the proud woman, that was going to be half of the fun, fun that had started with the shame of accepting the offer in the first place. Though as much as Myra felt in control, able to dictate how things went and go after what she wanted, there was also a feeling that she was getting into a sticky situation, becoming more involved than she needed to be, more trapped with each step she took towards Jo. She would just have to be careful, to not be destroyed by her desires, something she always had to prepare for.

Jo groaned when she was squeezed tight into Myra’s strong hot body, if there was air in her lungs surely it would be pushed out – but instead, all she felt was the pressure of one much stronger than herself. It wasn’t hard to guess, Jo utterly despised the feeling of being helpless – but that was exactly how Myra made her feel, physically at least. The words echoed through her mind, “I’d hate to snap this pretty little neck of yours.” It would take more than that to kill most vampires, she wasn’t most vampires however… the reality of it all was that she in fact, may not recover from even something as apparently benign as that in her current condition. It was as simple as that, it was all it would take – her game would be over and that very thought pacified her quite powerfully, sure, in the long run, her game, it could deliver much worse things than death to the lusting lycan, but that meant little if favour changed and she did in fact do what she claimed she’d hate, if she did in fact snap her little neck.

She wanted to scream at the mutt, tell her to stop, stop kissing her neck – acting like she had the right to – she didn’t! It would be one thing to simply fuck her but the ways he dragged it out, the way she acted as if they were mates and her body was hers to attend to however she liked… it made her seeth, made her skin crawl. No sooner than she agreed did she truly and unequivocally regret it, if she weren’t a woman of her word it would be over here… especially once the suggestion of a location change rippled across her skin in hot breath… the way she spoke her name, perfect pronunciation. It nearly sent her into a physical rage, not just the sort that had her insulting the wolf with her words – she wanted to thrash, to scream, she wanted to destroy and maim, shatter pretty little things that made her world so beautiful like she had the day before.

All the tighter did her teeth clench as she felt the hand at her chin, forcing her to look Myra in the face – bright blue orbs fighting golden primals. Beyond how enraged she appeared by it all, a more animalistic side of her showing with how sharp and wrinkled her features were, the intensity with which her eyes burned… hate, hate beyond the sort that their kind toiled beside each other with, a deep personal hatred for Myra and the kisses on her bruised perforated neck, for saying her name, for acting like this was something she wanted to, for taking her pride and…

Focus… adapt… proceed… maintain. Just once, just once and by the end of it all the Lycan would be so deeply affected by the brand of ecstasy only she could provide she’d regret it more than Jovanna was even capable of. With a growl she turned her head and clenched her hands into fists so tight they almost made her already pale knuckles appear lighter. “There is nothing dignified about a lady being fucked by their mutt.” She made clear as she spun on her heal and marched purposefully toward the tall grandiose doors of her throne room of sorts. “And it would not do well for us to enter the halls, it’s a pity enough as is your stench will linger through this refuge for weeks without spreading that filth further into my home.” –and with that she reached forward and took a piece of her humanity back.

A deep breath and a subsequent huff of derision as she clicked the great handle of the door and latched it, locking them inside, securing both their peace and their safety should anyone intrude. “Now, do as you will with me.” Again she turned back toward Myra, beginning to pull one dainty hoop of the midnight blue silk from her shoulder.

Myra was not so dull that she failed to notice the level of disdain Jo had for her, the anger and pure disgust oozing from the Vampire, but she didn't care. She had made a gamble to get something that she desired to a level of almost losing control, which was nearly unheard of for her. With desire like that, with her inner beast pushing so hard and her mind inclined to agree, she couldn't stop herself, what she wanted she would get and the fact that a deal had been struck only made it better from her perspective. The deal, with a woman as proud as Jo, would keep her locked in, stop her from escaping what she had already promised and the fact that it gave Myra so much power, well that meant she could truly satisfy her lust. So she didn't feel sorry, she didn't regret making Jo choose between her own pride or the well-being of her coven, she only felt excited and her lust grew. She wanted more than anything to take Jo and do any and everything that had been in her head since the first moment she saw her, since that first intoxicating glance. She truly was an impossible woman to resist, her body was the visage of beauty for Myra and she had to have her.

In fact Myra's mood was so elevated that nothing could throw her off her game and as once again Jo flung an insult her way she merely smirked, keeping her eye-lock with the Vampire before turning her words on her once again. "You just called me your mutt... Now while I don't quite remember being claimed by you it is endearing... To think you want me to be yours... Is that why you are so mad? Because what you wanted instead ended up getting you?" She chuckled, leaning in and whispering in her ear, "Don't worry, when this is over and my name has slipped from your lips multiple times you won't be as mad, trust me." She of course knew that Jo saying her name aloud in pleasure was never going to happen, or had such a low chance that it would be incredible if it did, but just the thought, the idea that Myra believed it would, well that would piss Jo off. See Jo wasn't predictable and she was certainly not one to be trifled with, but Myra had found some of her buttons and they were so incredibly fun to push.

Myra didn't complain about the fact that they weren't going to move somewhere more comfortable, while she would love to see Jo sprawled out on a bed she was still in her right enough mind to avoid spreading her distinct scent through the halls of Jo's home. Sure she wanted to have a hell of a night but there was still the uproar the knowledge of her presence would cause if it was discovered and she had taken great care already to ensure nobody had seen her, ruining it would accomplish nothing. So she silently sulked but cheered up as Jo locked the door and when the words 'do as you will with me' escaped those sexy lips. Something about the door locking flipped a switch in Myra, she now knew they would be alone and it all became more real than ever, the symbolism behind Jo locking the door, as if to say there is no turning back, it was wonderful. Myra walked forward, a slight swagger in her step, she was above excited. When she reached Jo she looked her up and down, admiring each little detail that came together to make Jo an image of perfection. It almost pissed Myra off how beautiful Jo was, as if it hadn't been fair from the start, though what pissed her off more than anything else was that she was so damn attracted to Jo and yet Jo seemed more disgusted by her than anything, the inverse to the usual reaction to her.

As if in a small moment of rage Myra's hands reached up and tore the sheer dress from Jo's body, letting it fall from her body, ruined. Yet it wasn't violent or rough, in fact it was gentle, almost caring, an obvious sign that while she wanted Jo so intensely that she could barely control herself that she had no intentions of hurting the fragile woman. The exposure only furthered Myra's lust, that pale skin, the contours of her figure, it was all perfect, real perfection. She inhaled deeply, taking a moment to admire it before letting her eyes drift up and look into those beautiful bright blue orbs. Her hand moved upwards, gently stroking Jo's cheek, feeling the cold soft skin as she slowly leaned in kissing her gently, an intimate nature that spoke towards the attraction on Myra's end, that betrayed her more than a rough lustful fuck would have. Yet when she pulled her lips away she seemed to know Jo would have a thought on the matter and she moved that thumb from Jo's cheek to her lovely lips, "I want you to be quiet... Tonight you're mine, that means no complaining, no more insults, obey." Part of that was because she wanted to enjoy it, though part of her kind of liked the playful banter, the other part was just to anger her, to tell her to obey, and while it was all part of her game to fight fire with fire it was also a chance to have her become more bitchy and insulting than ever, which quite frankly Myra would find adorable when Jo would do it anyways, even if it did have her in an uproar. Being a woman of her word, it had to be horrible in that moment, since she showed her disdain so openly, though Myra found even that rather attractive for whatever reason, perhaps simply because it excited her, made her playful and really got her worked up more than ever.

It was Myra's turn to be sexy though and she moved her hand to Jo's shoulder, once again using a firm touch to lower her to her knees, no force but not allowing her to resist either. A smirk crossed her features as she looked down hungrily at the gorgeous woman, her other hand moving to unbutton her jeans while the other remained rested on Jo's shoulder. Yet after the 'pop' of the button coming undone she stopped, licking her lips before chuckling to herself, "Silly me..." She didn't explain but simply turned and began walking away, reaching down and removing her shirt as she walked, no bra being worn underneath, her perky breasts popping out, pert and simply incredible. She turned back around when she reached the throne, showing her chest and incredibly toned figure to Jo before taking a seat on the extravagant throne. "Now, be a good little bitch and crawl to me... Because tonight that is what you are." Myra was doing her best to keep control of herself and it wasn't easy, she wanted relief, to feel Jo's body against hers, to ravage the woman, but she kept herself in control, kept using every opportunity to press Jo's buttons, made sure her situation for the night became clear, frankly she was humiliating her.

Myra unzipped her jeans next, biting her lower lip as she looked at Jo, the position she had over her being a huge turn on, as the sight of a powerful woman in such a situation was always invigorating. "Come now pet, this isn't going to lick itself..." She chuckled, sliding the pants down until she could wiggle out and toss them aside, revealed lovely smooth thighs and a pair of red panties with a large stain from her flowing juices. They weren't left on for long however and soon she had tossed them aside as well, her clothing scattered about and now only her naked form remaining, her amazing body being used to try and draw Jo in, to get her even the slightest bit worked up. "Come now... I'm waiting." There was a firmness she wanted to push as Jo even more and as she beckoned the woman with her finger she was aware of two things, one was that it wouldn't be long before she could no longer act so cool and would have Jo pissed to something as she explored that infatuating body, and two that as much as she knew poking and prodding Jo could lead nowhere good, she couldn't help it.

Jo stammered on silence for a second when Myra turned her words on her with the most vicious of skill one could possibly imagine. The no-life queen was a great believer in the power of words and the meanings behind them, had she? Had she called her-her mutt? Did shit omit by syntax she wanted to own her? Did she omit through this that-that was truly her desire? Did she omit that she was so angry, so despaired and disgusted, if by nothing else – by the fact she could not own the little Cretan? Was this true?

… she had been the one who said it, these were her words… and while they had been twisted and repurposed, the fact remained – they were her own damned words. “Shut up, you know nothing. And I don’t even know your name nor would I have its acrid utterance on my lips.” She growled, though how self-assured she always sounded… she didn’t now, she sounded more than angry, more than venomous, she sounded flustered! She was flustered. Her nose didn’t just wrinkle with the anger from before – her nostrils were flared now, if her eyes weren’t the bright icy blue of her name sake they’d almost seem alight with flame! “Ju-“ before she could say anymore, any more that would probably damn her all the more, the Lycan reached over and with one un-sanctimonious tug her sheer dress was torn from her flesh, leaving her pallid flesh on full display, every last perfect pore, thin but not emaciated, soft womanly curves with just enough edge for a dangerous sex appeal, not a single scar, not a single blemish, just complete and indisputable beauty, a triangular tuft of the same alabaster hue as her hair above soft pink petals… for one so dirty, one washed in the blood of generations, one who fed on life, preyed on vitality, she was the most porcelain, sterile, angelic sort of beauty one could possibly imagine – even weren’t she, her passive glamour would have one believe it just the same.

Her thin lips contorted into a grimace, pulling on one side toward her jaw-line, the other tugging out straight, fangs and pearly whites on full display – a moment of weakness she could not accommodate with strength… if she were human, surely she’d feel so damn cold, instead, she felt nothing but the feeling, the knowledge she should. Jovanna hated everything about this, she even hated how weak the gesture had been, how she couldn’t even tear it from her with the force to make her stumble! She hated how… how gentle it all was, how much she seemed to enjoy toying with her, part of Jo wished so desperately Myra could just be rough, could be vicious, could throw her about, make it hurt… and for the no-life of her she couldn’t figure out why. Why? Why couldn’t she move when Myra’s hand gently caressed her face, Jo winced at the touch, not of pain or disgust, more than anything – of confusion in the absolute, like she was waking up again.

Myra kissed her and Jo wanted to kill her for it. She’d not agreed to that! She’d not agreed to intimacy! She didn’t want intimacy! She couldn’t fucking have it! The no life queen was speechless, the thumb that touched her tingling lips was truly a blessing as for the first time she had no retort of anger, no insult or rage to give flight by words… she was shocked, utterly and completely shocked – and then sad. The kiss didn’t infuriate her, it made her long for the feeling of affection, for the feeling of intimacy, for the feeling of love that had been stolen from her. Jovanna’s eyes dropped and so too did her body, not the slightest bit of resistance as she was forced down to her hands and knees, was that a tremble of remorse releasing from the tight coil within?

Jo’s head fell, and for a moment she almost looked as though she was grovelling on the ground, feeling sickly and disposed rather than angered by the words of her clear better, the humiliation of this all setting in so powerfully, called a pet, a bitch, treated like a mutt and in the position of one on the floor of her throne room – a dog in her seat… winning the game she’d invented herself. Thoughts of when she’d turn this around began to fade for the desperation it be all over all right now, another tremble and an audible groan as she finally looked up to behold Myra, nude, glistening petals and a body that even to the blind would look like perfection, strong yet feminine, tight and toned without bulk, she was Jo’s complete and total opposite… what was worse? She was just like Faith was – maybe this was the ultimate fact that reduced her to this weak mess on the floor. Faith had been just like her when first turned, thought she had all the cards and the timing to play them – Jo had hated her for it too, had butted heads with her, they both had their fair share of scars and nips from their lover’s quarrels that appeared more like full-scale civil wars… “Fuck you.” She finally spat, literally spat at the marble tile between her fists before she began to crawl slowly, agonizingly so, wincing at the feeling of her knees and the flats of her feet, her palms, all dragging and supporting her as she made her way toward Myra and up the few shallow steps to her throne the aroma of her lust cutting through her conscious thought like Occam’s razor in that she couldn’t figure out why it affected her so powerfully.

Take away the pain, take way the confusion, take away the anger, the remorse, the greed, the privilege, the coven, the purpose and intent and all that was left was a Vampire in the truest form – a creature of not but lust and indulgence.

Bright eyes closed and thin lips puckered, drawing forward till they met with another’s, luscious petals were taken, the taste worth reveling when the elitist societal demands were ignored, the flesh of a beast was no different from another’s and the lust of a beast just the same. Jovanna moaned softly as she pulled back on one of Myra’s petals, sucking at it and swallowing before her tongue dipped passed her lips and ran between, Myra could think tonight Jo was hers, in this moment and maybe this moment alone she’d be right as she suckled sweetly upon her sex.

Myra smirked with delight at each turn where she found herself with an edge of Jo. The Vampire was intelligent, beautiful, and for the moment Myra's infatuation. So with each successful turn of the situation she became more and more pleased, but more than anything she became more excited to see what the gorgeous woman would attempt next. Of course it seemed the pointing out of Jo's word choice, how it sounded very much like she had claimed, or desired to own Myra, had hit her pretty hard. It wasn't difficult to understand what the woman was thinking, she picked her words carefully, to inflict pain and ensure she didn't slip up, that she remained in utmost control without missing a beat. As such for her to say such a thing, to vocalize something so ridiculous in her eyes, it must have been quite a shock for the usually careful and calculating woman. Myra took it as a compliment, that she could get to Jo enough to make her slip up, to have the perfect woman making mistakes, even if they were small in the grand scheme of things. However if it irritated Jo, had Jo thinking about wanting to own her, it was definitely worth remembering and poking at. She didn't mention it past pointing it out, even after she sat on the throne she didn't toil on the subject, she just kept it in her mind to use as things went on, and she would use it.

Myra had far more pressing matters when it came to Jo, things she needed to focus on more than the easy poke and prod, the reaction of Jo to each of her request and the overall situation. She thought about how acted after the kiss, after being treated so intimately, she seemed to dislike it. That wouldn't stop her, she refused to let that stop her when such a beautiful body presented itself to her. She instead just let it roll around in her head, pondered what it could mean and tried to figure out her next move. Usually when Myra found herself wanting someone badly enough to go in head first, make rash decisions, she just wanted sex, rough and hard passionate sex. No intimacy, no love-making, not even a name sometimes. With Jo it was different, whether it be her personality, which Myra found sexy and appealing for some odd reason, where most of her kind of people in general would find it difficult, or just how truly beautiful she was. With Jo Myra was infatuated, completely captured by every aspect of her from the beauty to the attitude to the sound of her voice, it was all enough to have Myra shivering with anticipation. So when she had an opportunity she wouldn't pass it up, even if it meant giving some thought to how to go about things.

Nothing was made easier considering Jo was easily the most people woman Myra had ever seen, and her naked form was that of a goddess, a symbol of perfection. It was a symbol of perfection that was currently on its lovely hand and knees crawling towards her. What was happening had Myra turned on beyond belief and she leaned back in the chair licking her lips, eyes following Jo as she moved closer. "Don't worry love, you'll be fucking me real soon." She smirked, waiting, watching, and definitely enjoying the spectacle as Jo made it to her position between Myra's legs. Myra's beautiful yellow eyes looked upon her with immense lust, unable to return from their bestial appearance as her emotion and desire took precedence over reason. "Fuck... You look very good on your hands and knees love... So very good. Though... You look good doing just about anything I imagine." A hand reached down, sitting atop Jo's head but not forcing her down or controlling her in any way. It was rather incredible really, or odd more like, the temperature being much different than any other woman she had ever been with, because of all those women no other had been a vampire, and none other had her as captivated as Jo did.

Myra relaxed, enjoying the moment for a several minutes, not saying a word and just letting Jo fester at having to perform or from her hands and knees to a Lycan sitting in her own throne. It was most likely infuriating and Myra looked down, waiting for something more vicious than the most recent 'Fuck you', but it never came. Finally she stopped and reached down, using some of her deceptive strength to drag Jo from the floor to her lap so that they were looking in each-others eyes once again. "You know, if you want to be passive I don't mind, a bit of spark is always sexy but if you're enjoying this so much you just want to relax and let it happen without a word... Well we can do that, give you a little taste of what it is you so obviously want. Maybe make you my mutt bitch every once in awhile, see if your a good little sub at heart..." She was pushing at the silence, using it as a method to drive Jo as mad as she possibly could, have her thinking of nothing but Myra if that were even possible.

It was safe to say Myra was a bit unpredictable at that point, her emotion was running the show and she had something inside of her that wanted far more than some rough fuck, she wanted the one time experience to be something she would never forget, especially when Jo had made the stipulations so clear and she doubted she would ever get leverage equal to that she had over Jo again. So he wanted to make sure and exploit her selfish actions for all they were worth. Her hands wrapped around Jo's body and she pulled her close, kissing her supple neck and giving it a small suckle. "God you're something else Jovanna... So beautiful... Strong... And from what I've seen you would do anything for your coven, your family... I truly respect that. Your strength, what you sacrifice for your people, those are what made me listen to Tirus' stories with such interest when I was younger... Why I've always wanted to meet you." The atmosphere, the infatuation, it was causing Myra to gab about things best kept to herself in order to keep her motives and true desires hidden, especially the truth about how this had not been a simply rash decision but that Myra had a crush that spanned from her childhood.

"That's the woman I've lusted after." Her hands lowered down and she began groping the impeccable ass as her lips suckled and licked Jo's breasts, tongue and teeth playing at her nipples as eager fingers began to spread the lovely lower cheeks, a single finger prodding Jo's back hole. "Mmm, shit your body is spectacular..." She muttered, biting her lower lip as she looked at the woman, still sitting on the throne with Jo on her lap. She was already plenty horny, a combination of her initial lust and the quite sensational oral. She hadn't let it go long, she wanted to keep her cool and use the crawling and immediate oral as more of a humiliation that anything, to push Jo or a reason Myra didn't even really understand. Sure she had a deep appreciation for the banter but she was asking for something later down the road, payback was always a bitch. Yet if she was going to find herself in the reversed role she wanted make it as worth it as possible. So without a word she deciding to go for it, standing up with Jo in her arms and then bending her over, allowing Jo to use the throne as a steadying tool. Myra was ready to explore that lovely body, every nook and cranny, and more than anything that beautiful ass would be thoroughly explored. Besides, she didn't much care for the throne, Jo suited it, she did not.

"I'm going to explore every little bit of you tonight Jo." She paused and let out a slight chuckle, a hand reaching forward and pulling Jo back, making it so Jo was standing up straight back against Myra's chest, Myra's lips against Jo's ear, a whisper escaping her lips. "I wonder how many times you're going to call out my name tonight." The question was rhetorical but she did want an answer, and once again was doing her best to infuriate Jo, to make her lose that cool once again, and in the meantime she was kissing Jo's neck and letting one hand fall between her legs, a single hand moving down between Jo's legs to begin exploring and to find just what part of Jo she wanted to attempt to play with first, and she went immediately for what of hers had just been played with, moving between her legs to a familiar spot, knowing she would get to the back end but saving that, as the best, for last. As she began her exploration she whispered again, this time not asking a rhetorical question, "I want you to tell me how you want it... If you do that, if you convince me that you really want me to fuck you or pleasure you in one way I will do if and we can end this... If you can't... Well then I take matters into my own hands... And I have just the place in mind..." She smirked, on one had Jo could give up what she wanted from her, give her the juicy little details of what she wanted a Lycan to do to her, lose pride, but on the other she could endure a plethora of exploration, it was her choice, choose to admit a truth about wanting to be touched and pleasured by a Lycan, the other was to refuse and be Myra's plaything, even if just for the night.

Don't worry love…

The other words meant little, so very little, love, maybe she was in shock – maybe she just needed time to process it all. It was like a flame inside needed a second just to realize it had been snuffed out so like a phoenix it could rise from the ashes.

You look very good on your hands and knees love...

Again, that word, like a boot swiping along the marble floor beneath her hands and knees, rubbing the ash of her smouldering flame, smearing it along the ground apathetic and cruel. Still, no reaction. Her lips continued to tenderly suckle at Myra’s labia, run her cool muscle between the folds of her hot luscious entrance. –then Myra’s hand took claim to her with more than words, with a gentle hand atop her head. As she continued to perform on the Lycan before her the rage that had been brow-beat from her began to swelter, began to build and coil around her long-dead heart, there was a feeling in the back of her throat, in the bone plate between her modest breasts, a feeling she’d not had since Faith died and before that she couldn’t say how long. Rage of such tenacity she could scream, she could cry, she could fall to the floor and curl into herself and sob – but instead chose as she always did – the more blinding approach.

A growl ripped through her – her body tensing, every little muscle that wrapped her lithe frame piqued if only for the most brief of moments like she was prepared to strike – her lips and tongue had stopped tending to Myra, all she was capable of was stewing and just as the release was to come she was plucked from the floor with such awesome strength it pacified her – if only for a second, the only second that was needed for the wolf to start spinning her little yarn of humiliation, to start once again using Jo against herself. Her face once again ground into its sharp wrinkled fury – ice eyes burning bright “Fuck you!” She screamed, unable to stop herself from simply screaming the most unceremonious and blunt of insulting retorts. “Shut your mouth you fucking mutt piece of shit!” she added, grinding her teeth before closing her eyes, her face pushing into Myra’s shoulder as she started to suck and nip at her neck, massage her behind, hold her close so she could not thrash free even if she tried. That was just it, as much as she wanted to, as much as she wished to fight her way out of this tooth and nail she’d resigned that as impossible long ago.

As Myra began to confess her true feelings Jo stopped, her mouth agape, a bead of her drool thick with the lust of Myra’s twat dripped from her tongue, smeared along her collar bone as a shaky breath rippled over much the same. “Hnngff!” an admission, an instant shock through her as she felt a small pinch of pressure between her cheeks, Jo’s had been used before – hell – once upon a time sodomy was all the craze in circles of their kind, a delicious sin of sorts, an attempt to burn away all humanity that remained and their bodies healed so fast their muscles never could be stretched too far – just the same could never stay strained long enough to lax, always tight and willing for attention… of course, that changed with age, with time, with focus – just the same, the little rebellious indulgent that sheared far from humanity and all it meant still – very much – became engorged at the feeling of her long forgotten entrance given the slightest attention… was it that-that had made her skin begin to feel the slightest bit warm? –or was it before that? –was it the stroke to her narcissistic ego? –the attention to all her skin, the loving worship she missed so much from her passed… from her past.

Jo…

For the first time she took an attempt at the futile – especially as Myra continued speaking. She began to thrash and struggle, to growl and snap her teeth at the air like she thought it may help, at least remedy her anger somehow… then she stopped, not only did she stop but she started to shake and shutter – but there it was on her face, a grin, a long deranged cruel grin “You really are a mutt! –ah-ha-ha!” she chuckled and guffawed with such mirth it shook her body. “You’re Myra, I know you – bah-ha-ahaha!” another laugh, even with the hand between her legs on her warming sex she didn’t seem to care at all. “You’re Tirus’s little pet with the doe eyes for a No-Life-Queen! He told me of you, how you’d like to meet me one day, and you come in here acting like my better; you couldn’t even hope to be equal! You’re my biggest fan, a little tramp-bitch; how pathetic. Well you got your wish, to meet your idol – a little fantasy fulfilment, but that’s the last of it, you twisted little shit.”

“You may know of my indiscretions – but what if your pack knew of your desperate sick love for a no-life-queen responsible for their leader’s death hmm? You really are as ignorant as I say if you think I’ll guide you through this – do what you fucking mutts do best, defile grace you’re not worthy of.”

Myra had noticed the return of the spark but hadn't thought much of it, Jo was still in a position when she seemed terribly beaten down by the situation and as much as Myra liked her spark she was glad Jo felt pressured enough to give even the slightest hint of giving up. Of course there were always times in life when something came upon suddenly and toppled you, where things would be going perfectly and then shatter into despair. Myra had several of those moments burned into her brain, never forgetting anything much less the bad. She remembered her families death, sending her from being a poor but happy girl to a terrified and hopelessly alone orphan. Then she remembered when Tirus found her, how things once again flopped back into place. Throughout her life there had been others, when she found herself being completely blindsided or dumbfounded by a specific event, where everything seemed to fall apart and the wind seemed to get knocked right out of her. Yet it had been some time since reality had been rearranged for her, when something went so wrong she felt it in the pit of her stomach. So when she realized her admission, realized that she had just made known her crush on Jo, that from a young age she had desires to meet her, wanted to know of the strong woman who led a large powerful group, well she knew she had fucked up.

Her admission had been true, she had been interested in Jo before she had ever met the Vampire. For her it was because Jo was powerful, she was a woman who had power over men, who could strike down enemies with both strength and intelligence, was feared. In some parts Myra had always wanted to be like her and through great struggle had managed to in her own rights, she had risen up to power in the Lycan clan, a predominantly male hierarchy yielding to her strength and cunning. She believed herself to be like Jo in some ways, and while she had never obsessed or even idolized the Vampire she had always had a certain degree of respect and admiration for what she had accomplished. Tirus had never quite understood, to him the mere fact she was a Vampire bred disdain, sure he made a pact with her but he had never seen her as more than an enemy, even if one he was on decent terms with. Myra could recall nights when he came back and told her of his meetings, how he would be irritated by her cool and calm attitude, how she spoke down to him with words he couldn't even understand. Perhaps it was due to Myra's intelligence that she found Jo so intriguing, even when she was younger she could understand what had been said and at time even explained to Tirus what had been said to him.

Yet here she was, no longer a young girl and no longer in any position to have a crush on Jo, she was supposed to be the leader of the Lycan's, to put them above all else, and yet here she was. It was slightly eye opening just how deep she had gotten herself, her entire being only wanting one thing at that moment, pleasure. She was in Jo's territory, in her home, and she had used a bargaining chip to get a chance to fuck her. It seemed her crush had never gone away, it had merely turned into an intense desire, an infatuation to have her and even more than ever she found herself impressed by the woman. Of course none of that meant much when it came down to it, with that information now revealed it changed everything and Jo knew it, a grin spreading across her face that had Myra a bit nervous, a feeling very foreign to the strong Lycan. She was so thrown off in fact that she had barely registered the change in Jo's body heat as all the blood seemed to drain from her as she tried to recover, to think of a way to sweep what she had just said away and keep a firm grasp on the power she had been lording over Jo's head.

As each sentence escaped Jo's lips that became less and less likely until hope of keeping her strength was completely stamped away. Tirus had mentioned her and done so by name, and while hearing Myra escape Jo's lips would have been wonderful any other time it was simply horrifying now. She was completely seen through and while she didn't idolize Jo, or at least refused to acknowledge that she did, and while she hadn't come here with the intention to fulfill a fantasy, though she would be lying if she denied ever having such thoughts, she couldn't refuse any of it. She was stunned, as if someone had pulled a rug out from under her, the arrogance and confidence she had been riding on the entire time was suppressed as she looked at Jo and thought about how that simple piece of information changed everything. Her clan could possibly forgive her going to have a secret meeting with Jo for their own good, and her indiscretion hadn't been nearly as bad as Jo's so she had some power, but with the addition of her crush, the feelings lingering deep within her, with that it all changed. With any feelings involved it would become something to crush Myra.

When the shock of it all finally wore off she growled, an angry sound escaping her through as a hand reached up and clasped around Jo's neck, anger evident in each action and soon each word from Myra. "Shut your fucking mouth." It was more aggressive than anything she had said but the tone of desperation in her voice undermined her attempt at strength. "You don't know me and you shouldn't start thinking you have me figured out." She snarled, Myra long having become tired of Jo's belief that she was just another stupid mutt, and while she didn't realize it, it was similar to how one would feel being talked down to by someone you looked up to. "And how about you stop pretending to be better than me, because unless you're too stupid to realize it I am not just another fucking mutt and I refuse to be seen as one by you or any other arrogant fuck, I've worked hard and I am not about to have people look down on me." Desperation, it was every present now, while she was still keeping a strong front, while she was still serious, she was also desperate, she had worked hard to secure power, worked hard to get where she was and what she wanted, and now Jo had knowledge that could bring her world crashing down.

Of course when a wolf was backed into a corner it would bite back and thus the desperation did more than send Myra's mind into a tailspin, it pissed her off, got her angry, and she pushed Jo down, bending her over the throne as a snarl escaped her lips once more. "But fuck it, since the secrets out I guess hiding it would be useless. Yeah, I've wanted to meet you, I had an admiration for you from what Tirus told me, and now I have met you and I must say, you're just what I imagined, but I'm not a push over, not like the others of my kind, you may be incredible but it doesn't scare me..." She paused as a grin crossed her face, "And guess what else..." Myra leaned over, her body bend over Jo's as her lips whispered into the woman's ear, "I'm going to do more than meet you tonight, I'm going to fuck you." She leaned back after that a hand going up in the air and coming down hard on Jo's ass, a resounding smack echoing and a small chuckle escaping her lips. "So do us both a favor Jo-Jo and shut your trap for awhile." She lent a mocking tone to the sentence and followed up with an aggressive movement as she took the fingers that had been toying with Jo's sex, having accumulated some of her juices, and moved them to the more delicious looking back door, prodding and teasing Jo's amazing ass. Myra had always loved women, they were beautiful and sexy and she loved everything from the general femininity to the breasts and the pussy, though more than anything she had always had a thing for a nice ass. It wasn't something she had chosen or explainable in any way but she did, Myra would lust after a nice ass more than anything, and to make matters harder for her Jo just had to have the most tantalizing ass she had ever seen.

She snarled again, knowing she was going to get something for what she was about to do, but she would be damned if Jo was going to stop her from enjoying what she finally got to do. So she lowered herself down behind the bent over Jo and moved her mouth to that lovely back hole, tongue extending and licking and lapping at her hole, her tongue pushing its way inside Jo's ass, moving around and exploring every bit she could reach with her rather lengthy tongue. It was ironic really, how such an act, even if leading to something far more domineering, made her seem like a dog all the more, and she knew it wouldn't be lost on the sharp and cunning Jo. Then without warning she stood back up and shoved two fingers into the tight little ass up to the knuckle, moving them in and out vigorously. Myra smirked as she waiting for the first sound from Jo's mouth, her other hand having moving and reaching around to tease and play with her clit, being none too gentle with her, even going as far as to nip the vampire's back as she leaned over Jo, leaving small little bite marks that would barely be hidden by the kind of dress Jo seemed to prefer, that seductive thin clothing, a 'come fuck me' sign if Myra had ever seen one.

"Feel defiled yet?" She asked with a passive aggressive smirk, slamming her fingers in deep in sync with the sentence ending, plunging a finger up into her sex at the same time and kissing her back where she had previously left little bite marks. "Or should we both be honest and know you wanted this as much as I did? Calling me yours... Wearing that skimpy little dress... Doing whatever the fuck you do to make my head swim with more desire than ever... You really should think about it love... You wanted this..." Myra wasn't sure she believed the words herself but she was making a desperate attempt to even the balance of power, try to at the very least get Jo to think twice before using the information she now had, even if that information had the ability to completely turn the tides on Myra, even if it did give Jo almost all the power. Regardless, for the moment, while Myra still had physical control, while they were still under pact, she had control and she planned on using it to really live her little 'fantasy' as Jo called it.

“I know you’re weak, -because for all your barking it’s what you bark that betrays you mutt.” She started to speak, tone low but sharp as the fangs protruding from her gums, the fangs that seemed to gnarl her speech and thicken her enunciation like a human with cotton in their mouth but no loss, no gargle, it was as calculated and smooth as ever, “I know you’re weak at heart because you must prove you’re strong with arm – true strength needs never to be announced.” She began as she was forced and fixed over her throne like a child being reared for a spanking.

Jo would take her retribution with a straight form, with statuesque poise – her back straight and her legs spread proud, her head raised, looking straight ahead. “I know you’re lesser because you demand and beg for approval from me – what it would be tragic in irony if it wasn’t so path-heh!-tic.” Her next string of condescending reason climbing for a syllable when she felt hot breath in her ear, odd a reaction as it was considering her void where humanity used to lie low. “I know you’re stupid because in the face of deflamation you throw your hands in the air and accept what you’re smacked across the face with, like a dog who’s pissed on the rug when their owner neglected to let them out on their ch-ffffnnguh…” again her reasoning interrupted by an abrupt smack against her porcelain ass, making her jolt forward, her head dropping between her shoulders for a second, a breath even she felt as hot rippling over her bare breasts, her own breath, was she aroused?

A shaky breath, a breath, a breath through her dead lungs, her knees could be heard bumping the edge of her throne, trembling beneath her as she felt two fingers against her tight reluctant but most desirable of entrances. Jo closed her eyes and struggled to return her head proud as she bit her lower lip to regain herself, to continue her verbal assault as Myra launched her own assault. “I know you’re no different from your kind because you compare yourself to them when you are their leader, because what a stupid mutt like you does not realize you are a pack animal, an alpha, and yet – an alpha atop a pack of runts is still a runt and you omit unprovoked your thralls are just that. –I look down on you because you are only worthy of being seen passed my nose, you live in slums and sewers, you drink swill and feast upon the meals of a human – by nature and by sin you are lessssssshhhuuhhunnng…” the As Myra positioned at her hind she moaned deep, overcome by her lust if only for the briefest of moments as she felt her strong tongue begin to violate her, to swirl and dip inside her tight pucker, drag along the warming walls of her most sinful hole, to viciously toss her to the wolves that were her innermost, deepest, darkest desires, let that sin pick her apart limb from limb as she tried to do the same with her own tongue – far different methods of course.

“I know you’re absurd where I am incredible because… hnngf… because… ooah… because you sacrifice position to burry your snout in an ass, you are selfish, you are weak, you are a hopeless fool and yet you continue to bark. You’re less than a mutt, when a mutt catches the car it chases – it knows not what to do – you’ve caught me, a force unfathomable to your simple brain – and yet you still attempt t… aaoughff… fuhggh… Aaaugh!” A full on cry was the premature conclusion to this insult as two fingers slammed inside her – the vampire’s straight poise collapsing beneath her as her hands slipped off the arm of her throne and her chest and collar crashed into it – choking on herself as her legs went limp and her tight hole was stretched to its furthest capacities in this age, after so many-many years of neglect.

The vampire groaned and turned slightly, while she huffed and whined every so often at the fingers slamming in and out of her ass, while her posture was piqued and the hole was tight – the muscles that entwined about the passage seemed to relax almost by habit, strangely as it might have seemed, it was as if her ass was that of a virgin but her mind was far-far from it… and how hot the hole seemed to be getting compared to how frigid it had been upon the first entrance of Myra’s tongue, like a new spring melting away the snow of a thousand decade winter the first dew did come, beads like morning glory’s first gift to the ground her fluid did begin to roll down the insides of her thighs and drip to the marble floor beneath – the scent like a drug, like Affluenza given corporeal embodiment.

She was out of tough words, her mind was swimming in a familiar but far removed cocktail of lust, like she was under the effects of her own glamour how demanding the loss of control began to thrive with each bite and suckle upon her now hot flesh, her heart was beating, it wasn’t one solitary beat of excitement or duress, no, it was beating furiously within her decrepit chest, she was gasping for breath that provided no satiation. The finger plunging deep into her wonton sex was the collapse of her final bastion, her hips began to rock, her mind gone. No, she didn’t feel defiled, she felt alive – alive enough to lose it all as her insides convulsed and quivered, embraced the invading fingers and gushed a torent of her honey across the ivory of her throne, those bright eyes rolling into her head as her long tongue rolled out and slicked the side of her face with drool, as sweat began to spare her skin, as an explosion of ecstasy in the utmost ravaged her mind, body and the negative her soul no longer occupied.

For a brief moment, not only did she reach the most tangible ecstasy and fulfilment imaginable even beside the taste of vitae thick on her tongue and throat but there was a parallel and polar opposite that demanded her attention. When Jovanna fed on the blood of the righteous and wicked alike – she felt a beast, felt a devil, felt undead and the furthest thing from human there was… right now, more than possible otherwise, she felt alive enough to truly steal a breath, to steal a glimpse of the sun, to steal a life time in the embrace of another… and then, as her body began to plummet, limp and lax, she felt empty… and she needed to be made whole – her hips and pelvis beginning to roll on the fingers still inside by her will and none other would attest to that where her lips refused.

Weakness was a foreign feeling for Myra, one she hadn't felt in a very long time. After losing her family things were rough for a brief time but when she was taken in and shown the world of the Lycan's everything changed. She developed physical skills and her natural mental abilities put her on a level that quite frankly stood above ninety-nine percent of people in the world. That matched with becoming a Lycan, which boasted a plethora of advantages, and she became untouchable. Proof of that could be seen by anybody who knew her, though the number of people who knew her extraordinarily well could be counted on one hand. She was strong enough to become a female leader of a Lycan clan, she was intelligent enough to graduate from one of the most prestigious schools in the country with a perfect GPA and without really trying, and she had found out a way to blackmail the rumored mother vampire, the one who was supposed to be the most powerful and cunning of the race so hated by the Lycan's she supposedly served as leader for. Yet nothing was going right, all of that seemed to mean nothing when she was next to Jo and it had her feeling weak and nervous for the first time in a very long time.

In fact listening to the words coming so arrogantly from Jo's mouth had her all the more nervous, each line forcing her deeper and deeper into a hole, she was beginning to see a more bleak ending for her relationship with Jo than before. Where she had once seen complete dominance on her side she was now seeing a balance of power get restored and while she refused to admit it even to herself she knew that 'balance' had shifted to Jo as soon as her feelings for the vampire had been vocalized, even if she never said it directly. So when Jo spoke of her weakness once more, uttering that last line it hit home. She really was like a dog who had caught a car. Myra had worked so hard to become leader and then even harder to ensure she had some degree of success against Jo, and yet there she was tossing it all away for a taste of the beautiful woman's body, her tongue and finger exploring the tight little ass she seemed to lust for more than the position she had chased for so long. As if he true goal had always been to get closer to Jo and it almost caused her to freeze, though instead it made her a bit angry, angry that she could be so damn stupid.

Stupid wasn't normally how Myra saw herself but in this moment it was exactly how she felt, Jo had destroyed her confidence with some well placed sharp words, the vampire's wit and cunning showing itself in those moments. In fact she was so distressed by how true Jo's words were, or seemed in her moment of vulnerability, that it took her longer than it should have to realize one key fact, that Jo was reacting quite nicely to the attention Myra was giving her. In fact as Myra's attention shifted from her own helplessness to Jo's apparent arousal, mainly because she came to the conclusion that she was fucked anyways, she began to smirk. Sure after this was over Jo would have her pinned to the wall with the information she had obtained but right in that moment she had an edge, she had complete control and Jo's moaning did nothing to make that any less true. Of course another influence made her focus on Jo's enjoyment all the more, her animal lust, it couldn't be controlled when the smell of sex and sound of a beautiful woman moaning filled the air.

"You truly are one beautiful creature Jovanna... A flower whose petals I am going to enjoy plucking..." She bit her lower lip as Jo's body reacted so well she began moving against the fingers shoved inside of her, and with her body pressed up against the throne it was a sight to behold. When Jo climaxed so quickly it only pushed Myra further and she found herself licking her lips as Jo began moving on her own again, seeming to want more. "Heh, horny girl aren't you... Perhaps you've ignored your body for too long because it seems to know what you really want... What you won't admit to." Myra wasn't going to give up the control she knew was limited though and she yanked her fingers out of Jo. "And you call me a mutt, but here you are shaking you ass and fucking yourself on my fingers... Acting like a bitch in heat." Myra didn't have room to talk and she didn't act like the same couldn't be said of her but Myra knew she wanted Jo, knew she had betrayed her people for the vampire she lusted so badly for, but Jo, well Jo was in denial, she didn't want to believe she wanted Myra and it would be fun teaching her, even if it took longer than the time she had in control of what happened.

Yet for the time she did have she knew what to do with it, smirking as she leaned in close and put her arms around Jo and leaning so that her lips once again touched Jo's ear and once more speaking in a sensual whisper. "We both know that once I've left tonight that you will figure out how best to rid yourself of me with that information of yours but don't forget that it you loved my fingers up your ass. That you became aroused... That you are just as big of a slutty dog as I am, and never forget it's you who wanted to own me, even before you found out I was the little pet with doe eyes for a No-Life-Queen." And there it was, finally said aloud, Jo had the knowledge already so saying it didn't hurt and it felt good to admit she wanted Jo, more than just sex she wanted perhaps the most gorgeous creature she had ever seen, and wanted a taboo for those of her kind.

With that said she picked up Jo and moved her over to a run in the room, certainly not comfortable, and not made for comfort, but definitely better than the throne, even if Jo had looked quite sexy there. Myra placed Jo down on the floor on her hands and knees, another small smirk and a "Very nice" escaping Myra's lips before she got on her knees and leaned down, hands grasping each ass cheek and spreading them open, revealing the incredibly tight yet experienced hole. She licked her lips before going in, leaning over and going in deep with her tongue, doing her best to give such an amazing experience to Jo that she couldn't think straight. She didn't plan on just using her tongue though, in fact she had much more exciting plans, her fingers were going back in as soon as the hole was nice and lubed, and then she was going to be so rough and so relentless that Jo would forever have the experience burned into her mind. It was Myra's last attempt, her last use of a confidence that was on shaky ground and she was going to make it work.

So she allowed her tongue to swirl around, finding every nook and cranny and when Myra was sure the tight little hole was ready for it she moved one arm around Jo's waist and positioned two fingers against the tiny little pucker. "Now how about we see if I can get you to moan and cum again... It was so damn sexy last time." She laughed, thinking that no doubt Jo's display of pleasure would not be an often occurrence and that she should use it while she could, and see if she could top the previous one with an orgasm so intense that Jo would have her mind filled with pleasure above all else. Her goal wasn't going to be easy, she had a feeling that while Jo was undergoing a dry spell that she knew pleasure, so Myra had to work hard and as such once her fingers pushed their way inside that virgin like ass she became unyielding. Her fingers initially just pushed inside, going down to the knuckle and wiggling around a bit, exploring once more a hole she found so sexy and delicious that her thighs were drenched with her own arousal. Then, without hesitation or build up, those same fingers began to slam so hard into Jo that the other arm around Jo's waist was put to use keeping her from moving too much.

It wasn't just strength however, there was a level of skill that had been picked up through endless sexual encounters, Myra's life not having been so terribly long but it was certainly full of sex and she liked to think she knew her way around the body of another woman, especially because of how many her animal magnetism and charm had attracted. "Come on beautiful... Scream out for me... Call my name like a good little slut, do..." Myra whispering, almost cooing the little words of encouragement as she went on, her own arousal not being attended to as she went looking to have Jo give up whatever she had left of her dignity for the night and beg for it. Of course while Myra knew she was still up shit's creek and that getting Jo to beg wouldn't be easy, she was still turned on and as she kissed and placed love nips on Jo's back she knew this decision had been selfish but she wasn't regretting a damn thing, even if there was a chance she would after her reign of pleasure ended.

She could have whimpered, could have cried, could have moaned and groaned and carried on like a child as she knew she was acting as if one, she knew her hips and pelvis were her own, knew their movement was a conscious effort, knew she could stop it – stop the violation and degredation of her poor little holes – could restrain herself from seeking more so desperately… and yet she didn’t, no, she kept rolling and rocking herself along the stationary fingers within, the odd jolt or shake, the odd after shock of her initial orgasm still ravaging her entirely in the split seconds of bliss beyond the droning despair of her very own personal bondage. Jovanna wanted nothing more than to feel those split seconds for the rest of the night… but the wolf had to go and ruin it for her – didn’t she? Chagrined as she was, the were was an unmistakeable admission of disappointment in the utmost when the fingers were so cruelly removed from her desperate insides, she cried out, a final gout of her passion dripping from her soaked petals with Myra’s finger… and she was humiliated, but desperate for more, she wanted to taste of every last sin and humiliation the mutt had, then, once she’d dined on each and every of her own – she’d feast upon Myra’s… Jo wasn’t a mutt; more like swine was the Queen.

Then did the groan come, as she was referred to as a bitch in heat and damned or not she was inclined to agree – she felt like a bitch in heat, felt the same lust for blood that was her reality replaced by a lust for ecstasy and humiliation, to be roughed up, smacked around, fucked like a whore and left in a puddle of her own sinful fluids… the plan began to leave her mind, the intentions of entering Myra’s, of beguiling her into a jabbering mindless mess who could cum from a simple flick at her ear, it all just faded away, all that existed were her raw ass and her dripping cunt, all that existed was the deep carnal need for every last drop in the swine.

“Egh… ihit… mmmhngg…” she tried to speak as she was lifted from the throne and set down to the ground with a moan, her body appearing barely able to support itself, one of her arms shaking beneath her as if it wanted nothing more than to be elsewhere, truth was, it wanted nothing more than to be between her legs rubbing her clit, trying to remedy the hard throbbing swell it screamed in a voice their ears could never register, her knees and palms cried out in the graining coarse irritation of the foot-rug beneath her, her swollen ass hole cried out to be fucked till she collapsed… her tongue hung from the side of her mouth near her chin, dripping with salivation for the sweet taste of what was to come… she needed more! –she wanted to feel alive again.

It was true, she loved it, she loved every last bit – so when Myra’s tongue slid back inside it should come as no surprise – the guttural admission of pleasure that swelled in her stomach and tore through her throat as her behind reared back into Myra’s face graciously, greedily, needy as she’d been since they’d met. She felt the sensation through her entire body, the swirl of Myra’s tongue making her wriggle and warble, making her cringe with delight as her eyes rolled back in her head and her own tongue curled back into her mouth to press against her cheek, pinched between the left top and bottom rows of her teeth. “Hhrgle… jus’… jus’ shut up and fuck me!” She urged her with desperation as Myra leaned back and pinned her close by the waist, she didn’t even call her mutt this time.

Inside, her two fingers pushed passed the ring of muscle and nerves and dragged along the walls of her sinful desire, making her cringe and sigh with relief like the fingers were a vaccination… more like a fix, more like an injection, more like a milk of the poppy and it’s intoxicating trickery.

When Myra began to truly fuck her though, do as she was told and as she too demanded – ironic how they both fought each other for the same results – Jo chocked, she’d not expected the first pound and certainly not those that followed. She began to roil and jerk, struggle to keep herself on her hands of knees as each furious movement smacked her ass and stretched her hole. It was only a matter of time before she crashed, the side of her face crashing into the rug as one arm shot forward, the hand clawing at the floor for escape while her hips and ass slammed back toward the fingers in rhythm with Myra’s assault – like her upper half moved on instinct and the rest of her moved by her own volition, she did scream, she screamed, she cried, she chocked on her on tongue then started again – but never Myra, never her name, never words, just unintelligible animal screams of ecstasy as one hand tore away from where it had been pinned below her chest and began to relieve the sweltering pulsation between her legs just below the repeated crash of Myra’s fingers.

Whether it was Myra’s arm losing its strength or Jo losing her avaricious need to hold her orgasm – the winner was undecided, but surely one would come to a head soon and the other would shatter, it was only a matter of time before Jo got what she wanted and Myra got what she wanted… after all, right this very second, they were one and the same.

Myra was pleased with herself, pleased that her onslaught seemed to so please Jo, not in the way she usually pleased women but it pleased her nonetheless. In fact she knew that while Jo was enjoying the attention her back hole was receiving, and definitely wanted more, that she had no real attachment to Myra. It bothered Myra a bit, her inner confidence having already taken a major hit due to Jo, and with the woman basically looking at her and no caring, well that only smashed it further into the ground. Myra was the type of person use to getting what she wanted and that included the attention of others, especially women and when she made advances she never came up short, until she was face to face with Jo. Sure it wasn't a big deal, especially when compared to how deep a hole she had dug herself with the negotiations and the tipping of her hand to the cunning vampire, but it still irritated her regardless, she disliked the feeling of being seen as unworthy. Yet that was how she appeared to Jo, an unworthy mutt, and while she knew it was untrue it was not something she could deny aloud after her actions, the only thing she could do is wait and see just how bad she had already messed up.

The vocalization of Jo's desire caused Myra to smirk and she began to a moment to say something cocky and arrogant but stopped herself, if only for the time being. She was focused on fucking Jo senseless and that needed a bit of concentration, so she could push the vampire to a pleasure that would be unforgettable, to ensure she left more than a physical mark. Yet this second climax was not to be as simple as the first and while Myra put in more effort than the initial attempt to cause Jo to succumb it only ended with her arm tiring and a plethora of incredibly lustful screams from Jovanna which only made Myra want more. By that time she had begun to want more than just the sounds of Jo's pleasure to satisfy her, Myra wanted a little compensation for the damn fine job she was doing in giving Jo something she obviously wanted. So she began to slow, partially because her arm had began to tire, not an easy thing to do to a Lycan, but mostly because dirty sinful thoughts began to flow through her mind. She eventually stopped completely, pulling her fingers out and giving Jo's ass a hard smack. "Lovely ass Jovanna... So dirty and hungering, begging for this mutt's attention."

She chuckled before delivering a second swift smack to that lovely pale ass, kissing several times on the now reddened surface before roughly flipping Jo to her back. The Lycan moved quickly to straddle Jo, her weight atop the woman's legs as she looked down at her with playful golden eyes. "Heh, you may look elegant and gorgeous ordinarily but fucked silly is a nice look for you as well... So much enjoyment on your features..." She paused for a moment as one of her hands reached down and tweaked Jo's lovely nipple before muttering "Little slut." Then she reached forward, a hand going into Jo's hair and gripping tightly, demanding attention as her eyes peered in those beautiful blues. "But you don't get to have all the fun, for right now I'm in charge and I think it's about time you earned your next orgasm, made sure you've satisfied the one with the power to give your slutty body what it wants... Or is that unreasonable?" The question was not a yes or no question, there would be no answer and before Jo even had a chance Myra let her other hand smack her tits and then her face rather hard, leaning over and kissing the vampire quite roughly, lust being the main component.

When her lips pulled away from Jo's Myra laughed, took a deep breath, and then leaned in very close to Jo, hand still gripping the vampire's gorgeous mane of hair. "And don't you think about being greedy, pleasure me or I won't give you an ounce of satisfaction... And we both know how bad you want it you little bitch." A snarl escaped her lips, Myra's panic and fear that after all was said and done Jo would destroy her life had made her throw caution to the wind and go forward with reckless abandon, it had made her aggressive and Jo was the only target she wanted to unleash it upon. When Myra sat up she did so quickly and without further hesitation move her body up, her legs straddling. She snickered, knowing Jo was probably furious that her own pleasure had stopped and now she was in such a position. Myra didn't give a damn though, the only thing on her mind was whether to make Jo eat her ass or her pussy and she took a moment to decide before sitting down on that lovely, most likely angry face. She pressed her sex against Jo's mouth, deciding to let the vampire get a nice taste of her juices and clean up the sopping wetness between her legs.

"Fuck yes..." She moaned, Myra's head tipping back as she immediately began to move her hips, weight pushing her sex against Jo's mouth, waiting to feel the tongue she had longed for enter her folds, hand still in the vampire's hair to show her dominance. She wanted Jo and since it seemed she had traded everything for a single night with her she was going to get everything she could, she was going to have the woman screaming her name and she knew before long she would be screaming Jo's name. Though Myra was not in a patient mood and she had already began moving her hips more powerfully and quickly, grinding against Jo's face for the satisfaction she desired. "Come on slut... If you want more you better give me something good." She moaned the sentence out, Myra obviously not as strong and in control of herself as she wanted Jo to believe she was. Nonetheless Myra knew what she wanted and the entire night had been one long process to get just that.

Jo’s entire body began to rattle with a certain calibre of ecstasy that meant only one thing – she was almost there! Her throat was beginning to grow hoarse and strained from all the screaming, her lungs swelling with such a state of flux she didn’t know it had ever been in this sort of duress. Each hard smack to the reddened flesh of her shapely bottom made her jolt forward, her knees and shoulders beginning to sting from the carpet and chagrined, unwilling, utterly and implicitly refusing would she be to admit it – the words that came that should have cut like knives, the hard smacks of humiliation, the condescension and domination – it all aroused her further even if it made her furious in the same breath. When Myra’s fingers slid from her ass and delivered yet another smack the gasps she’d given before – now sounded more like a whimper, a desperate slut’s plea for more of the drug that kept her alive, the drug she’d been denied for so long!

… not even Faith gave her this sort of guttural animalistic scream from a pleasure she could only imagine she’d experienced in the number of previous lives she’d lived in candle light and dark ages.

Yet another sort of sound that could only be described as one of desperation, vulnerability and need came when she was flipped over onto her back – Jo choking on her own drool and lust from the orgasm Myra had stolen from her. She’d fallen quite far in such a short amount of time, her flesh normally pale as marble was red and swollen in several places, her face and breasts flushed, her cheeks and lips slick and glistening with saliva, eyes glowing bright blue as they rolled back in her head, hair a mess, some flowing out in every angle – some plastered to her face, she looked every bit the shameless slut Myra was claiming her to be; a tweak to her nipple that sent ripples of pain and pleasure both through her frame sealing it as she gasped with such force her stomach sunk and her ribs rose toward the ceiling her skin pulling tight along their many rowed surface.

Her eyes rolled downward to find Myra’s when she was grabbed hard by her hair, searing pain finding the side of her scalp – the attention Myra demanded given without the two following slaps with similar result, two squeaks, one when her body jerked to the right away from the hand that smacked her tits – another that had her chin digging into her chest as her cheek found the imprint of a hand tingling along it. Her eyes shut tight, lips and brow twitching in their wrinkled tensing. Her mind was so scattered with mixed emotion, desire and ecstasy coupled with the sharp words of the woman perched atop her. Fucked silly was right and that was more than just impeding her ability to think with anything resembling clarity, she knew there was a demanding request but what it was eluded her all she knew was she was being denied the orgasm she was ready to beg for and each breath, warble and wriggled beneath Myra seemed a begging sort of act in its own right – even the way she returned the kiss forced upon her with sloppy lust seemed a plea for something more.

Before she knew it the kiss was broken and her lust drunk state shattered for the briefest of moments – just long enough to renegotiate her position and start to struggle with searing rage a hiss piercing the air as she fought on her back to sit up beneath Myra who was finding herself atop her chest. Once again she was pinned down with ease, face just inches below Myra’s sopping petals, her lower body wriggling and twisting to and fro beneath her. “Geh-hnnnrgh! Geh off!” She growled and shouted, kicking her feet, hands balling to fists then splaying with each of her nails sharpening like she was prepared to tear the mutt bitch atop her to ribbons… only for her demands to be muffled by Myra’s burning hot sex.

Her mouth hadn’t quite caught up with Myra’s hips she was still hissing and screaming demands of freedom into the hot lusting cavity, it didn’t seem to matter, Myra was still apparently being brought toward satisfaction – then it came Come on slut, if you want more you better give me something good. and with it did come a blink in her features, that very moment if she had a soul it would be seen shattering behind those bright blues. The burning intensity in her expression tapered down to a lull, eyes sliding shut, the struggle and fight in the rest of her fading, her lips spreading and her tongue not just waggling demands but instead sliding passed her teeth, over her lips and into the entrance of Myra’s vagina lapping at the walls with the best effort she could muster humiliated as she was.

What had been a crush at youth had turned to a full blown infatuation in later years, so much that Myra had always pestered Tirus about her, asking questions with curiosity and naive innocence in her eyes. He had never told her much, some details that would stop her yammering but never any specifics, not until she had grown up and he began parting the knowledge needed to lead on to her. She had always been his chosen successor, she was intelligent, which was more than a rarity among their kind, and most of all she could tear even the most experienced of fighters apart. So he told her, spoke of Jovanna and who she truly was, why Myra should be careful of the Bright Eyed vampire and what she should do to protect their people. By that point Myra had learned to mask her emotions and expressions from the average observer, especially in front of Tirus as they had become so familiar over the years, and when he spoke of the seriousness of keeping an upper hand around the vampire she had seemed as serious and attentive as he had come to expect from his prodigy. In reality she was as excited as always, every detail she could soak in about Jo thrilled her, Myra's infatuation spreading past her beauty but to her power and grace. It had become a near obsession and a dangerous one given her position.

That little obsession had never had room to grow however, she had always absorbed information, compared every woman who tried to get close to her with the romanticized Jovanna she had in her head, and they had all came up wanting. So when Tirus died and Jo became within her grasps, regardless of the manner in which she was, that obsession grew and she couldn't keep herself away. Even when she finally met her, even after all the romanticizing, she didn't disappoint and from the moment of meeting her Myra had been enthralled, she wanted Jo and she had her. The little worries and doubts that should have plagued her, the belief that she was going to pay for everything she did to Jo, none of that could penetrate the metaphoric tunnel vision she was experiencing as she found Jo beneath her and in her grasp, completely malleable between her dominating fingers. In fact the more dominant she acted, the more forceful and demanding she became the more docile Jo became, as if she realized how serious Myra was being as she put Jo in her 'place' physically and verbally.

However Occam's Razor passed through her mind and she accepted that there was no causation between her dominating attitude and Jo's submission and instead made the rational connection between the pleasure and lust she was shoving at Jo, and her seeming submissiveness. Yes, if there was anything she knew about Jo it was what Tirus had revealed about her character and from that she derived that Jo wouldn't have indulged herself in any form of true satisfaction since her lover was slain, and perhaps never been with someone with as much skill at making a woman moan as Myra, because as strong and impressive as Jo was she was still a woman and that was the most primal of attributes. So she played to that, smirking to herself as she pushed her sopping cunt onto Jovanna's beautiful lips, letting her juices keep Jo's usually strong and opinionated mouth busy. Her hands went down atop Jo's thighs and kept her up, her neck craned to look back at the scene that she was definitely the only person to ever see. She couldn't imagine Jo having someone on her face ever before, she was too proud, too strong to let it happen. She was just glad it was because while she couldn't exactly see it perfectly she knew what was happening and it was exhilarating, Myra's body quivering as pleasure began to coarse through her, that pleasure definitely caused by the apparent effort Jo had begun to display.

"Fuck..." She moaned out, a soft pants coming from her lips, eyes glowing brightly as that tongue delved inside of her and caused a shiver of ecstasy to run up her spine. "I knew you wanted this slut... Oh shit..." Her elbows soon buckled and she went down, her elbows resting on the floor beneath them, head tilted down and eyes closed as she just felt the sensation. Without realizing it hr body began to rock, hips moving back and forth and rubbing her hot slick lips in a long incredibly wonderful path up and down the entirely of Jo's face, fro her chin to her nose, each jutting piece of Jo's beautiful face providing her a small spike of pleasure, chin, tongue, and nose and giving bringing out a gentle moan. As she began to speed up so did her moans, louder as her hips moved faster, grinding her love tunnel against Jo's face, no longer leaving Jo to have much control, though she could feel that tongue still working, still earning her a reward as Jo's face was used as a toy for Myra's pleasure. "Oh god! Fuuuck... Yes you little slut keep using that tongue like you should have been all along, lap like the mutt you are." Her voice was heavy, broken up by pants and moans until finally her entire body began to convulse and she arched her back, no doubt smothering Jo as her juices covered the vampires face with her love juices, a strong intoxicating smell for those of their kind.

When it ended, many a convulsions and loud moans, and what sounded more like a whimpering growl at the peak, it was over and she was slumped over, body pressed against Jo's as she took deep heavy little breaths, a look on her face that mirrored the thoughts of how much trouble she was in going on in her pleasure addled brain. She hadn't cum like that ever, just being with Jo increased her satisfaction and having that strong woman do anything to her seemed to give her pleasure even before she received any physical touches, and it made the feeling of her sensitive flesh against Jo's cooperative mouth heavenly, which was humorous considering heavenly was precisely the inverse of the unholy act that they represented. A Vampire and a Lycan were both creatures of an unholy and horrific nature and they were coming together, one would think the very ground around them would become corrupted with evil taint, but that had happened long ago and it was incredible, evil was wonderful and full of pleasure and Myra would have it no other way.

When she regained herself, which didn't take long for someone with such remarkable stamina, she lifted her ass up and repositioned so she could lower her only other hole down to those skillful lips. "Now the other hole whore, clean it nice and good and make sure to use that skillful little tongue of yours." An all too pleased smirked crossed her lips as she went to humiliate Jo with such a demand, her tight little pucker hungry for what Myra promised it with her demands for Jo, at the same time she made sure and show she was a woman of her word, her arms going up underneath Jo's legs as she leaned in, biting her inner thigh quite hard, a nice little mark appearing but no skin being broken, just enough restraint to stop any blood from being spilled. She then gave that thigh several kisses, licking down it with her tongue, warm and wet leaving a trail of saliva to soothe the nip before moving to the other thigh and giving a nice long lick as well.

"Come on bitch, get in there, don't leave me waiting." She nearly snarled, pushing forward on what seemed to work as her mouth wandered up and began licking and suckling at the clit as soon as she found it, lips enveloping the little nub and her teeth beginning to grind over it gently, not exactly attempting to her all pain out of her play, Myra liked to enhance pleasure with pain, give a sweet contrast, hurt just enough to make the difference between that and pleasure be vast and dramatic. It was always interesting, how someone reacted when they disliked pain and complained but soon gasped and buckled under the pleasure that followed. Yes, pain had always been a tool for her, and while she had never received such treatment herself she knew the effectiveness of the technique, of what domination and at times some bondage could accomplish. In theme with that one hand moved beneath that leg with perfect placement and slender digits wiggled their way to the tight pucker she knew to be laying in eager wait, which she soon shoved a pair of skilled fingers inside, barely going inside before wiggling, only teasing and taunting as her mouth did the main share of the work. She wanted to drive Jo insane, get her in her place fast, and abuse the advantage while she had it.