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The Darkest Kiss (Notte x Raziel99)

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Notte

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Jan 10, 2009
Analeigh Saropolvia was a very bored Princess. Everything was so prim and proper and always had to be perfect for display. Like her ridiculous outfit for instance, who in the world could wear so much ruffles and not look like a fluffed up poodle. If this was what was now considered high fashion, the person who created it should be killed. She craved for something dark and more wicked, something that showed off her bountiful figure rather then hide it. She wanted to be dark and seductive, carnal in her nature, just as the vampires were.

The only thing that really captured her interest anymore were the vampires. Well, that and the kidnappings that had plagued her villages. Whenever someone went missing, they were always found either dead or changed. The thought of all that death and carnage, of the ones coming back immortal vampires. It made her blood boil with excitement and she longed to meet and become one of them. The thought of a dark mysterious and gorgeous vampire sinking his fangs into her - it made her heart race and her body throb with the idea.

The drawbridge to the castle dropped down and a man came riding through. The moonlight glinted off his features and she just had to get a better look at the stranger. It was, after all, highly unusual for strangers to come this late at night to seek an audience with the King. Such an act was unheard of and considered rude and dishonoring to the court. It could get a person killed, but this man, he strode with a purpose towards the castle doors. Much to her surprise, as she made her way down to the throne room, she saw the man enter and gain a meeting with her father. She walked into the room, keeping back into the shadows so that neither of the men wouldn't be able to see that she was eavesdropping or getting a better look at the man who now stood before her father. The only word that her mind could make to describe the man was vampire.
 
Lord Raziel de La Cruz was starting to get annoyed by the constant attacks on his clan by the humans. They had only been there a century, but they had lost as many clan mates as those that they changed. they attacked in the daylight, when they were immobile. And now, he made his own proposition, with only the King.

He came out not too long after, a few hours until daylight. And he had the exact terms he wanted. They would stop attacking the vampires, and give sacrifices of people to feed off of, that wouldn't be killed or changed, and they would stop attacking the town and feeding off them at a whim, and he would stay and teach them about the vampires.

His brown hair was pulled back and tied at the nape of his neck, ending at his shoulders. His height of 6'5'' was impressive to most. His face was angular, sharp but soft. His blue eyes were said to be able to look into ones soul. He wore a black shirt and pants, with a black cloak. to better stay in the shadows.

He beelined to the library, picking up a tome and reading in the back.
 
A soft O of surprise escaped past her lips and she hoped that neither her father nor the vampire had heard it. Although, she was told that vampires had a hearing ability that far surpassed that of a humans. Her eyes were enraptured of the man that stood there and her heart picked up a frantic tattoo, a deep and fast pounding beat that she was sure everyone in the castle could hear. Oh heavens! The man really is a vampire and he is so gorgeous. What I wouldn't give to be able to spend a night with him... to feel his lips on mine, body deep inside in the troughs of passion while he bit me.

Once he and her father finished talking, she watched him turn around and leave. Without making notice of her father, she slipped out behind him and followed the vampire almost like a stalker. A huntress. She followed him into the library, trying to make sure to keep her presences masked so that she could simply gaze upon him and remember everyone of his handsome features.

She wondered if he would be interested with an average woman such as she, but even if he was only interested in her power, she would still give up her soul to have him. And it was disgraceful for she didn't even know his name and he would probably never take a second glance at her. She was rather petite in her height, standing at only five feet. Her breasts were of ample size, just enough to fit one's hands, but she had far to large hips and a slight rounded belly. Yet that didn't take away the fact that she still managed to have curves. Her face was rather soft and delicate looking, almost as if she were pixie like. Auburn hair was pilled atop of her head as was the fashion and it colored her mahogany eyes to an irregularly beautiful perfection that she often times lacked.
 
He didn't move much the rest of the night, just to turn the pages of the tome he was reading. He was use to being watched by people, whether it was his guard, curious humans that didn't know what he was, or those he taught back in the caverns. So he didn't mind being watched by the woman that trailed him ever since he had entered the castle. He found it slightly endearing. And she wasn't too bad looking, either. If he hadn't made the treaty a moment ago, she would have made a find addition to the vampire clan.

But, rules were rules, and he kept his attention on what was in front of him. Tomorrow night, he was sure of the flood of people that would come to him for assistance and knowledge. For tonight, there wasn't enough time before sunlight that he could do. And when he felt that the first rays of dawn were upon them, he got up, put the tome back, and headed out of the library, heading to a set of rooms given to him by the king. He sealed off the room so no light could get in, then laid down for his sleep.
 
Analeigh followed him to his rooms and stayed out until the first rays of dawn canvased across the sky. She was sure by now that he would be asleep. As quietly and as cautiously as she could, she entered the room. Careful as to not to let the sunlight in. She locked the door behind her and waited a moment for her human eyes to adjust. She had studied about vampires and their habits, when dawn came they slept like the dead. With the only acceptation to elder vampires who could stay away for some hours, but not go out into it. This vampire, unfortunately, she did not know how old he was, so she could only cross her fingers and hope that he was asleep.

Her eyes finally adjusted a few moments later and she made her way to the bed. She could tell that he was laying down, so she climbed up upon the bed. Although, it was rather difficult in her obnoxious dress, and she feared that she had made quite a lot of noise in doing so. Stilling for a minute, she let the room go quiet around her until she crawled over to the sleeping vampire. She ran her hand down his jaw line and cupped his cheek, before she leaned down to kiss his lips softly. His lips... their so soft.
 
A small curve of a smile crossed his face as a hand moved and wrapped to hold the back of her head. "You must be careful, Csitri." He said in a soft voice that would barely carry a few feet. "You might tempt me to break the treaty I had just made, and that would be bad for us all, no?" He moved his head back and looked over her for half a moment, the huntress that had followed him for most of the night... and had to look away quickly, almost blinded by something familiar, yet not.

Was that... no, it couldn't have been...

He looked away for a moment so his eyes could adjust, then back at her, then he had to hold back the soft gasp, a sparkling still coming into his eyes. It had been so long, his travels in the darkness. But... it would take some cunning, and a lot of explanation to her for her to understand her role.

But then again, he thought, since she did follow him the whole night, and did sneak into his room and kiss him, he thought the cunning wasn't needed.

"Now, Cara Mia." He said in a soft, silken voice. "You should tell me why you have come into my room. Because there is a lot more at stake here than you know."
 
A soft sound of surprise passed her lips as she found him awake. She looked down into his eyes and smiled, "I am Princess Analeigh Saropolvia. I may do as I please, and if it is for my will to be here, then my father will not break his treaty. I am, after all, to be your bride, should you choose to stay here. My father did offer me up as a prize to you, non? I was there listening to the conversation, however I do admit that I only listened with a deaf ear." She spoke quickly, trying to get the words out before her mind would go blank and forget them as she stared upon his handsome features.

She lifted up her hand and trailed it down his cheek in a loving caress. "I have never understood, why I am so attracted to the darkness. Even as a small child, long before the raids started, I believe in what humans called monsters. I would roam around the castle at night, waiting for my own predator to come and find me. Vampire or werewolf, I did not know. All I knew, is that he was out there, searching for me as I was for him. It became an obsession, an infatuation, to the point that I took on the habits of sleeping all day, being awake at night, until my father thought there was no hope for me as I turned down every suitor that would come for my hand. If you are of the night, then I am the moon and stars that blanket you."

An entirely feminine laugh brushed over them, "plus, is it wrong for me to wish to see something that I have always sought? Even when I was outside when the raids happened, no vampire would come near me. I'd like to know why."
 
He listened to her words, holding back his own words until she was finished. Then he let out a little curse. "So they knew... I'll have to teach them a lesson for not reporting that to me sooner." He smiled over at her and kissed her cheek gently. "I will need a few moments to explain, then I will have to sleep. I cannot stay up too long while the sun is up, Sivamet." His hand stroked up and went through her hair gently, slowly. "There is a simple reason why you are so attracted to the darkness. you are my soulmate, my lifemate. I was meant for you, mentally and spiritually. I had a feeling that you were in this area. And I have searched for you for the longest time. I knew your brainwaves, told my brethren to keep a eye out for you and tell me if they found you. They hadn't. I had almost given up hope...

"But," He said, now with a little force in his voice. "I am discouraged slightly that you were looking for a lycan as well." He spat the word 'lycan' like a curse word. "Those filthy beasts would have used you and torn you to shreds." He sighed and calmed himself.

"You are meant for me. Your father doesn't know this, I am sure. But you are mine, heart, body, and soul."
 
A frown pulled her lips down at the corners, "It wasn't that I was searching for a lycan. The point that I was trying to make is that I did not know what I was searching for or rather what was searching for me. I have never encountered a werewolf, and vampires, they all seemed to flee from me as if I were something precious or tainted. It was only natural for me to assume both, when neither would come near me."

She laid down next to him, her head rested upon his shoulder. Her hand spade across his chest. "Get sleep, Mon Ami, tomorrow when the night rises, we will seek my father out and tell him of the news." Although she spoke with a strong willed conviction, her mind was in a deep chaos. She closed her eyes to rest, "will... you hold me while we sleep?"
 
He smiled softly, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her under the blanket against him. He wasn't wearing anything. "Of course I will hold you, Sivamet." He said softly, a hand going through her hair gently before kissing her cheek lightly. "And tomorrow I will tell your father that I am taking you to the ancient spot. But I will warn you, turning you into what I am will be painful. And will take three blood exchanges."

He sighed softly, nuzzling against her warm frame. "And one last thing, no playing with me as I sleep. If you really want me, I will take you tomorrow."
 
She ran her hands down his naked chest. Never having seen or touched a naked male before. It was something entirely new to her and she purred at the feel of him beneath her wondering fingers. His body was so different then her own. Where she was just soft, he felt like velvet wrapped over steel. She blushed when she caressed his hip bone, but didn't go anywhere lower then his waist. She brought her hand back up to rest over his chest, teasing his nipple as she would her own. "As long as I can have you, Mon Ami, I care not of the pain or the journey it will take to get me there."

She kissed him one last time before resting down against him. "Tomorrow, make me wholly your woman." She whispered out in a yawn, the thought of it making her blush. Soon after, she fell into a deep slumber, wrapped in the cage of his arms.
 
Her little strokes and ministrations on his body made his blood turn to molten magma, becoming aroused and heated. But he held himself together, pulling her closer to him. "I will." He said softly, eyes closing and letting out a soft sigh as he fell asleep.

The next night, as twilight hit, he woke. He looked over at Analeigh, and kissed her forehead gently. He got up without disturbing her, and his clothes appeared around him. He beelined to the Kings chambers, finding him with due haste. He told him of their plans, and the king agreed, reluctantly. Full of elation and happiness that he hadn't felt in a long time, he went back to his room and sat in a nearby chair, looking over Analeigh as she slept.
 
Analeigh came awake to a lonely bed and frowned, but she rolled over onto his pillow and breathed in the scent of him. She let out a soft loving sigh, wishing to fall into him forever. She stretched her arms above her head and her breasts jaunted out. A small cat-like noise sounded in the back of her throat and she moaned out for him. "Oh, my love, Raziel... where have you gone?"

She still hadn't noticed him in the room, her mind fogged filled with the remains of sleep. She got up out of the bed and looked down at herself, a groan of embarrassment and frustration emanating from her. "Really, father, what were you thinking when you bought this dress?"

She released the ties at her shoulders and undid the few buttons that she could reach in the back. Doing a weird little hop jump type motion to get out of the dress, she let it fall to the floor at her feet and stood only in her cream colored silk. A hot blush stole across her cheeks at the thought of Raziel seeing her so. "Oh heavens, now what am I going to do? I certainly can't get around the castle like this and I can't get into that horrid dress myself. And if Raziel saw me thous." She groaned and frantically looked around the room for something that she could clothe herself in.

Thats when she saw him, sitting back in a chair. A hot blush seemed to steal its way over her whole body as she stood there frozen, just staring at him. "Raziel, I..."
 
He smiled, slowly standing as she noticed him. He wasn't going to intervene in whatever she was going to do. He slowly walked to her, though, arms going around her and pulling her close. "Sivamet, do not be embarrassed. You look stunning, with or without that dress." He gently placed a kiss on her forehead, and ran his fingers through her hair.

"Your father accepted me taking you away for a while. You don't have to worry about bringing clothes, and nobody will see you if you want to leave now, so you don't have to worry about putting anything on. Just tell me when you are ready to go."
 
A hot blush stole across her cheeks and the tops of her breasts. She loved the feel of his arms wrapped around her as if she were the most beautiful and only thing in his world. It make her heart pound and her blood race. "Raziel..." She whispered his name against his lips, before she leaned in closer to kiss him. "Before we leave... will you... will you make me yours?"

She stepped away from him and turned her head in embarrassment. Not sure what he would do or say, not sure if he would reject her. She was a virgin, she didn't know how to seduce. Didn't know how to entice him into wanting her.
 
He turned to her and pulled her back to him, his chest to her back, his hands locking together around her hips. "Ah, but love, that was what I planned once we had left." His lips found her cheek, and slowly trailed down to her neck, where he gently kissed and nipped. "It is a sacred place we are going to, a place of healing and energy. It already has been changed enough for the two of us."

His teeth gently bit, but without his fangs, letting himself taste her sweet, soft skin slightly. "But if you wish it, love, we can stay here. Whatever makes you more comfortable."
 
She felt humiliated, as if it were a rejection. She wanted to go away with him, but she wanted to give him her virginity here. That way, if he still didn't want her afterwards, he could just leave and she could stay here heartbroken. A tear slid down her cheek, but she wiped it away as she turned around to look at him. A shaky smile pressed her lips and she gave him a look that spoke highly of her innocents. "Wherever you wish to take me, I will go. Take me to this sacred place of yours, Raziel."

She looked down at herself and crowded closer to him to hide her barely clothed body. "I cannot go out like this though. I must find something else to wear and I highly refuse to wear that hideous dress again." She spoke with an embarrassed twinge to her word. However, the word dress was spoken with a distasteful cringe.
 
He felt her hurt and pain. He turned her around and pulled her close. "I am not rejecting you." He said in his soft, seducing tones. "I still have to teach you of our ways. I cannot, will not, abandon you. You are stuck with me. I will never let you go." He tilted her head up slightly to look at him, and kissed her deeply, passionately.

During the kiss, he slowly moved her back to the bed, so she was at the edge but still standing. He deepened the kiss, putting his whole heart into it. And at a single thought, his clothes disappeared, leaving him bare in front of her.
 
Analeigh moaned at the deep kiss, it felt like she was surrendering to him, giving her soul to him during their kiss. And all she could think of was how she wanted more, so much more. She wanted to surrender her body to him, to have him make her into a woman - his woman. Her breathing came in short pants, unwilling to break the kiss to come up for air. He just tasted so good to her and she knew that she could stay like this for eternity.

Moving her body into his, her nipples peaked and hardened at the feel of him through her clothing. She wrapped her arms around his neck and one hand ran down his back. Feeling light headed, she pulled her lips away from his and took in a deep breath. She looked down and a soft blush ran across her cheeks as she noticed his state of undress. She ran her hand down his naked chest, but was afraid to go any lower. Moving her hands to her own body, she pulled the straps from her shoulders and her chemise dropped down her body, leaving her just as naked as he was.
 
He smiled, looking over her body, before moving and kissing her deeper, slowly laying her down. Her hands worked their magic on him, making him lustful and needy, hard. He slowly moved her to lay on the bed, moving and blanketing her body. His mind was in turmoil from the lust, needing that one thing.

"I love you." He said deep, huskily, as he kissed her deeper, gently nipping her lip. His hands stroked down her arms, then back up her side, until he cupped her breasts, gently playing with her soft skin, thumbs brushing her nipples. "I'm going to make you mine, forever."
 
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