TheLadyIsAVamp
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jun 10, 2020
- Location
- United Kingdom
Dark. Chaotic. Bleak. The city of Rabelistre was one of the most dangerous and lively cities on the Mordavian costline and not one to welcome newcomers. By day the city was tolerable, but by the time night arrived only the foolish or the deeply suicidal remained on the streets longer than they had to. Gang activity, organised crime and a roaring sex trade had overtaken many of Rabelistre's districts, but the unspoken true threat came from the supernatural forces that had made the city their home. Succubi roamed the streets, gargoyles stalked the rooftops, and ruling over them all through sheer strength and cunning were the vampire clans, who warred among themselves and with each other for dominance over the city's sprawling gothic territories.
Lucrezia Albetore was one such vampire. As the current head of the powerful Albetore clan, Lucrezia had a lot of responsibility on her shoulders. Running the clan's day to day activities was far less interesting than a good skirmish, and after several centuries of living as a creature of the night she had evolved into a particularly skilled fighter. She'd had a particularly trying day of trying to co-ordinate a problem in their clan's supply line of human blood and while the issue had now been resolved, Lucrezia had been left itching for an excuse to go out and stretch her legs. The day to day running of the clan had been more fun 20 years ago when her wife had been alive. Lucrezia had always been able to count on her wife's intellect and seductiveness to get her through any difficult or mundane task...but that had all changed the night her life was ended at the hands of Miranda, the beautiful and deadly head of the Toreador clan. Lucrezia had been distraught. Inconsolable. Consumed by rage and hatred. For months her focus had been on nothing but destroying the rival clan, and had it not been for her two sisters# influence, Lucrezia might never have pulled herself back from that dark place.
But after a day of tedious and frustrating work, Lucrezia was in the mood for a good bit of physical activity.
So when a fight between her clan and the Toreador clan had broken out near the dock ward that night, Lucrezia had been all too happy to attend herself.
And better yet, she knew Miranda would be there.
The fight showed no signs of slowing down. Reinforcements from both clans had arrived to back one another up and with both sides being near enough immortal, the brawl showed no signs of slowing down. But in a dark alley some way away from the main fight, an altogether different fight was taking place.
Lucrezia's body slammed up against Miranda's, their breasts pressing firmly together beneath their clothing as Miranda's back slammed up against a brick wall hard enough to send cracks snaking through it and Lucrezia pinned her in place with her own body. Lucrezia's flowing auburn hair was becoming messy and falling over her face slightly, giving her a wild look as she grinned at the other vampire...the one who'd murdered her wife.
"This was just what I needed tonight. It's been too long" she purred, her voice like warm honey. She lunged forward and pressed her mouth to Miranda's in a rough and passionate kiss, her hands grabbing for the other woman's and trying to pin them up against the wall beside her head. The risk of being caught by one or both of their clans always made doing this with Miranda in public more thrilling and as their soft lips entwined nothing else mattered to her except the two of them.