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To be in Control (me and xWickedBlackLace)

She turned his attention towards him. It was almost as though the cluelessness she had played on before was all a purposeful scam. There was so much life in her eyes, wisdome even. She wasn't that old, but she was wise.

"You know my primary Jackal form when I shapeshift? That is a reflection of that father. An undertaker in his own rite. He isn't a Vampire, but he makes deals with the living and takes their souls when they are dead, etc...Very guile and cunning really."

She thought for a few moments then tapped her finger to her nose and smiled. "That's where we get out black color from. Sucking their lifeless souls from their bodies." She almost seemed to beam about this. It gave her an awkward sense of accomplishment. "He's got his own realm for dealings. I'm sure it wouldn't pertain to anything you're trying to accomplish unless you needed an alliance and wanted to make a deal with him directly. He loves a good soul suck."

She couldn't help but move closer and take his hands into hers. For the first time, they were getting a real peaceful moment together and the first thing she did was study his hands, caressing the backs of them with her thumbs, checking for scars as they spoke to one another.
 
He sat there in deep thought for a long moment, even as she studied his hands in what felt like a intimate moment. So she was much smarter than she appeared, part Vampire brood. No wonder she found those answers so easily, answers that he sought for a long time. But this Undertaker father of hers... it unsettled him. What power could this man have, to suck the souls from the deceased? But he was far from dead... so many would see.

"We should get inside before the sun gets up." He said softly, moving one of his hands from hers to brush away a lock of hair from her face. He couldn't think such thoughts at the moment. Their survival was the most important thing on his list to take care of.
 
Marilyn closed her eyes and for that moment she savored the feel of his fingers brushing her skin when he moved her hair from her face. A small breath of relief escaped her and when she opened her eyes again she gave his hand a fond squeeze.

"Wouldn't want to marr your beautiful skin with all that UV." she joked, playfully tugging on his hand and pulling them into the empty space. They didn't appear in the temple though. The stone temple was a gimmick. The real thing was underground, and the outer images made it look appealing...but it was only an illusion. They appeared in the underground space where the only light came from candlight flickering on the walls. It was hard to see the egyptian symbols she had written for herself in her own magick in the dim atmosphere. There was olde gothic style artwork on the walls as she was very educated in latin text. She had a small round couch-looking bed for herself. On top of it was a fancy-looking leatherbound grimoire and on the table top was a quill and ink. When Marilyn studied she tried to regress her thoughts as far back as she could and it helped to do everything the old fashioned way. She liked to think like her ancestors, because her ancestors were most certainly smarter than what everybody and everything was becomming.

Once again, playfully, she tugged him onto the bed and sat indian syle as she made room for him. The entire scenery was soothing. It was warded, and it didnt so much as feel like there was even a world of burden beyond this personal space. But with all the beautiful scenery, all she could do was admire the masculine curve of his jaw as it flickered in the candlelight. The glow of the flames in his eyes, as if igniting fire with fire. "Don't tell me you're exhaused already." Her tongue slid curiously across her protruding fang. It was new. She had to get used to it.
 
She pulled him through the threshold of the building, and when he found out that it was a cave instead of the cathedral that it seemed to be, he wondered how powerful this woman really was, no matter what front she put up. Even he didn't see through the illusion, he, the master of charms and one of the strongest elders still alive of the clans. And even further in, he was more and more amazed.

Everything seemed to be covered in a thin layer of fog, making it hard to loo through, no matter how trained the eyes were. It was suffocating until he arrived in the main chamber, where the mysterious weight on his chest was lifted and he was given the gift of candlelight, enough to see the runes on the walls. Ancient magic that he never tried for fear of corruption from the ancient language that few understood. More than one rune mage had lost their mind trying to cast incomprehensible spells. But she did it and went through with her mind unhindered or restrained. What was this woman?

He heard her teasing tones as he looked over the runes in a rather sense of awe, his mind quickly memorizing the patters, trying to learn some of the secrets with his analyzing mind. He senses the changes in her, addressed her without looking. "I see that your body is accepting the changes rather easily. Most people are convulsing in pain and ridding themselves of the toxins of a human life. But you aren't human. Not even partially. But even the most powerful telepaths of shifters seems to go into convulsions, at least. You stand in front of me with little shifts."

He turned to her, eyes calculating, but that was a front covering the fiery passion and heat behind them. "You are more powerful than you showed yourself to be. Two nights ago, I would assume that you would have been able to dominate me in my lack of comprehension of what I was facing, but you did not."
 
Marilyn took the quill from the nightstand and began to trickle her fingers across the softness of the feather. It was a special feather. A deep jade color that nearly glowed back when you tipped it sideways. Her grandfather dropped it, and it was very signifigant to her. The pen held nearly as much power as the words she had written in the grimoire.

"Oh," she offered him a smile when she realized she still hadn't fully explained her genetics. She didn't know if she would just yet. "Well, it's a good thing my body is adapting isn't it? Otherwise we wouldn't be getting much of anywhere because I'd be writhing in pain the entire time." she joked, giggling a little this time. It wasn't often she giggled, but the ironly of this entire situation made it happen.

Jade gaze flickered up to meet his own, watching the flames dance in his eyes. She took a moment to try and study the emotion behind them and figure out what he was really feeling, but it was nearly impossible right now. It seemed as though he was guarding himself. It also looked like it could be tension from being on a constant move these past couple days. She couldn't imagine it was relaxing for him to be persued and sabatoged by councils.

"I was taken by your men, yes. This made me more curious than frightened. So I let them take me. It was risky on my part, don't you think? I'm definitely not invicible. They could've killed me on the spot." Her thumb rubbed circles on the back of his hand, massaging the nerves there and feeding him warm energy in hopes it may calm him a bit. She fed it in small intervals so she didn't drain herself in the process. "You could've killed me, rather."
 
"Yes, my men took you to my estate, and they are hardly a fraction of my power." He said, moving to sit next to her, his eyes holding back the passion that he had so he could get answers from this mysterious woman that was now a large part of his household. "And I don't think that I would have defeated you when you first came in, for underestimating the power that you actually have. But here you are, posing as a servant to someone that you ha a chance to dominate."

His hand took hers, giving back energy at the same rate that she gave him some. He didn't need energy, he fed enough as it was. "My question is, why? You could have had the kingdoms under you instead of being a silent observer." His hand took a strong grasp of hers, refusing to let it go as his eyes stayed locked in hers.
 
"But your men were the first thing I saw upon my abduction." she pointed out.

She did not shy away at the intensity of his gaze, but rather she returned it with a small smile forming on her own soft, pink lips. She ran her tongue over them and parted them to speak but closed them. He hit home a bit. "I'm not ready yet." she answered, putting an emphasis on the yet. She was young and in no position to begin taking over the powers of the underworld. Nonetheless, the entire operation was close to being hers and by that she could gain more power. It was a good thing she didn't have a brother that could inherit her father's space. The males in her family were usually acceptional warriors and could easily overrun her. But she was going to use her intelligence to get her through this as you often did.
 
He let that run through his head. She wasn't ready to rule? Such a... peculiar thing. But he supposed that not everyone was ready for everything at any time. "Then I thin this union serves us very well, no matter the reason." He said in a husky voice, moving to her and wrapping his arms around her. "For I will be lord and you lady. And we've heard enough jokes about how the woman is the real ruler."

He laid her back, blanketing her body under his. "Of course, I do believe you are of my domain already..."
 
Marilyn suddenly found herself pinned underneath him, her arms sprawled out above her head as she smiled up at him. The dress she was wearing fell against the curve of her body, and her thigh was exposed to him. He pale flesh glowed in the light of the candles. She looked up at him and it was something of a challenging disposition as he fed her that last comment. He knew it was going to make her challenge him. Is that why he said these things? Or was he really this possessive. Perhaps it was the ruler mentality in him where he wanted everything beneath him, including her. Oh, she loved being beneath him. But it wouldn't be in the way he wanted her to be. This made her smile to herself.

"You know better than to tell me I'm yours." she retorted, tasing him.
 
"Oh, but it is true." He said in retort, a gleam in his eyes as he looked deeply into her own. Indeed, no matter what she said, she was his until time ended and consumed all. He was possessive to those around and under him, protective to the point of giving his life if he was able to save one. But he was powerful, and so few of his underlings died for any reason. but she challenged his authority and his right to lead over her, and it sent a shiver of excitement to see if she would one day rule over him as he did unto her at the moment. He would fight tooth and nail to rule over those of his dominion, but he could give that up for a few moments with her. In his eyes and mind, he knew that she was at least his equal - if not superior - with powers and strength. But they had their own powers, and it was that combined that he knew would push them through the wars to come, push to be victorious.

But right now, he had this one, more personal war.

"Indeed, you are mine, as much as I am yours. But even if you wish to be above me, in front of others you must be below, even as a facade." His clothes disappeared, leaving him nude against her in the dress, then sat up, pulling her to be straddling him, his arms around her hips. "But I will let you win this one."

One small 'defeat' by his own choice. But he would win this personal war.
 
She wasn't sure what he was thinking. She didn't want to invade his thoughts, but rather let the naturalistic connection they shared sort of form itself. It made her curious, but she wouldn't entwine her thoughts in his just yet. Maybe later. Caught off guard by his sudden disappearance of clothing, yet again, she let out an exasperated sigh. It was absolutely frustrating that he kept on doing this. "Damnit Alexander." she snapped, smacking his bare chest with the back of her petite hand. She knew it wouldn't phase him. That probably pissed her off more once she realized it.

But what was frustrating her was this uncertainty. His charming nature with her was becomming endearing. The way he treated her with such care and possessiveness made her feel safe and at home. To tell the truth, she wouldn't trade it for even her immortality at this point. Still, she kept her disposition. She was no slave girl. She was more powerful than that. She could help him in much better ways. Silently she tried to decide if she even wanted to put on this 'facade' he was asking. Ah, whatever. This would come up later, she was sure of it. They would be bickering about her disobedient, risky nature forever.

But for now, she settled into his bare arms and sighed. She began to massage the muscles that she loved so much and offered him sort of a haughty smile. "Good boy." she teased as she let her palms undo the tension in his muscles. He had such stamina, in and out of the bedroom. The least she could do was make those hard working muscles feel good. Her inner thighs pressed lightly into his sides.
 
She may have not liked the idea of looking into his mind, but he didn't mind either way. His mind was looking upon hers from a distance, seeing the shifts and ideas flow. He smiled at her haughty smile, hearing her words. "You are a underling of mine until you decide you are ready. Then I believe the tables are turned. But don't think I'll just be a useless figurehead of the Vampires."

Her hands were heavenly on his body, and he leaned back to give her more to work with. but as his muscles got looser, one got harder, and he found his hands slowly pushing her dress up, soon over her shoulders. "You know, you work my muscles to relaxation in ways that only you could. But there's one that only a muscle of yours could soothe..." He smiled, leaning forward, taking her in a deep, passionate kiss, his hips pushing against hers naturally as his arms wrapped around her. His Mind connected to hers and spoke to her. By the way, you can remove your clothes with your mind now if you willed it, or put them on. Just vision yourself with them or without them, and it will happen.
 
Raziel99 said:
She may have not liked the idea of looking into his mind, but he didn't mind either way. His mind was looking upon hers from a distance, seeing the shifts and ideas flow. He smiled at her haughty smile, hearing her words. "You are a underling of mine until you decide you are ready. Then I believe the tables are turned. But don't think I'll just be a useless figurehead of the Vampires."

Her hands were heavenly on his body, and he leaned back to give her more to work with. but as his muscles got looser, one got harder, and he found his hands slowly pushing her dress up, soon over her shoulders. "You know, you work my muscles to relaxation in ways that only you could. But there's one that only a muscle of yours could soothe..." He smiled, leaning forward, taking her in a deep, passionate kiss, his hips pushing against hers naturally as his arms wrapped around her. His Mind connected to hers and spoke to her. By the way, you can remove your clothes with your mind now if you willed it, or put them on. Just vision yourself with them or without them, and it will happen.
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She looked at him with disbelief as he'd made the snarky comment. It was what she felt was most endearing about him in the oddest of ways. He was haughty, mischeivous, powerful, and talented. Everything she hated, but my how she adored him. It pissed her off, but warmed her heart. She loved the stir of emotions in her chest. They were comfortable in a sense of home.

"It would be that easy, wouldn't it? What if I didn't want to do it your way?" She rolled him over so that she was straddling him, thighs squeezing against sides gently and she moved her body more sensually. She let her brastraps fall from her shoulders and gave him a seductive stare as it began to expose the pale flesh of her breasts. "What if i wanted to tease you a bit?" She rolled her opposite shoulder, letting the other strap fall so that both breasts were bare and exposed to only his eyes.
 
She was forceful, and normally, he would fight back like a animal, rending and tearing flesh until he was the victor, in any sense. But he let this happen, letting her push him down onto his back as she sat straddling his hips above him. A subtle mix of a growl and a purr mixed in his throat, his eyes staring hungrily and lustfully into her own. His hands went over his skin, staying near her hips, but always straying up her sides and over her back.

"Now, teasing would be bad." He said, in his own lustful tones. "Then I would be forced to act. And I think you would rather me not shred your clothing." His fingers played at her panties, pulling on them, letting her feel just how strong his grip could get. "Teasing means I take back my control, and put you through your paces. I would rather save that experience until after this is all over and we're leaders. After the stress and the calm comes."
 
It took a moment for all of that to sink in. He wanted to wait for her to tease him? "...Who the fuck gets too stressed out to be teased?" She paused in the middle of her own striptease and placed her hands on her hips. "I know you have got to be joking." she looked stunned, but as he eleaborated she lowered her body to press against his, her bare breasts to his chest as she began to kiss down his neck. Her lips moved up to his ear, tongue teasing and nipping at the sensitive flesh there. "And if I wanted to extract a reaction from you, That means this is exactly what I would have to do. So you tell me just why I would stop? I love seeing you react."
 
Oh, that sinful body and mouth of hers was going to be the end of him, feeling it press against him, lips traveling over his neck to his ear. "You want a reaction from me, but you want to keep dominant... Well, love, that is impossible. You see..." His hands moved up her body, slowly moving to her wrists, moving them over her head and holding them together in one large hand. "...If you tease me, I'll fight back, and then I'll take back my control..." He slowly rolled over, putting her below him once more, one hand holding her wrists above her head, the other spanning over her throat possessively.
 
Raziel99 said:
Oh, that sinful body and mouth of hers was going to be the end of him, feeling it press against him, lips traveling over his neck to his ear. "You want a reaction from me, but you want to keep dominant... Well, love, that is impossible. You see..." His hands moved up her body, slowly moving to her wrists, moving them over her head and holding them together in one large hand. "...If you tease me, I'll fight back, and then I'll take back my control..." He slowly rolled over, putting her below him once more, one hand holding her wrists above her head, the other spanning over her throat possessively.
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She looked up at him, in a vulnerable position. But nothing in her eyes said she was vulnerable. It was more of a seductive stare that told him she wanted him to devour her this once. Besides, they were in her playing field. "If I didn't want you to fight back I wouldn't consistantly challenge your disposition." she slowly let her lips curve upward one more and she leaned up and licked his lips, though she was pinned and couldn't do much more. His hand sprawled on her throat sent an odd sense of comfort through her body. Almost like it belonged their in a sense. It was just another outlet for their physical exhange in energy, which seemed to be happening at a constant. She was slowly getting used to it.

"Maybe I enjoy looking at you from this angle."
 
It was surprising how much that the little moment felt to him, how much it shook him to the core. It felt... right, in a sense. Like this was how it was suppose to be for him millenia ago. His hand was on her throat, but instead of a tight grip like some men would have done, it was a light resting, claiming her as his, but offering her some respite from the demon that lured within him. Her head picked up and she licked his lips, and he responded with a sharp kiss, pulling her closer to him as he absorbed his new revelation.

"And I enjoy looking at you... at ANY angle." He said in a husky voice, his hand sliding down from her throat to her panties, before briskly ripping the offending material off. His hand slid down her side, over her leg and back up, his eyes following it for a moment before peering back into her eyes. "My life for your life, my safety for your safety." He said in a whisper, before he slid in with a powerful thrust.
 
That voice...was enough to rip through her entire body and send a chill up her spine. Those words were beautiful, melodic...everything that she wanted to hear.

They were also enough to distracted her for a brief moment. Then with a sudden jolt her back arched, her body bending and twisting. The shock forced him deeper into her and she cried out his name. Her hands reached for anything they could hold onto as she seemed to run out of room in her body before they actually ran out of him. Finally she found a few strands of his hair behind his neck and tugged him slightly closer to her, trying to catch the breath that was surprised from her.

"You..." she panted breathlessly, finally able to remeet his gaze as that familiar delicious pressure began to build between her legs. "You waste no time."

When she finally regained the strength from her surprised she met his thrust, moving her hips with him, pushing back against him and giving his cock a bit of pleasureful resistance.
 
He caught her by surprise with his sudden movement, which was exactly what he wanted to do, though what he had said was pure from his soul, with his being in it. But he couldn't be more excited when he heard her words, feeling her pulling him against her before offering her own body to him, her hips thrusting against him. He groaned against her lips as he kissed her, his hips not relenting in their fast, deeper thrusting.

But he couldn't hold back a desire to try something new this time, and he sat up, pulling her up onto his lap once again, feeling how the movement pushed him deeper inside him. "You're domain, you're control." He whispered in a husky voice to her, his eyes peering deeply into hers.
 
Marilyn was caught off guard by his request. It left her smile lop sided and her brows furrowed. It was probably the 'cutest' he'd see her. She wasn't known for making 'cute' expressions very often. Rarely did people see that side of her, but he brought it right out.

Immediately she began moving her hips against him, using her lower ab muscles to move them sp it could give way for her upper body to do whatever she liked. She sat upright on his cock at first, her whole body exposed to his view and she smiled down at him. "This is a change. You. Under me." she kindly, and teasingly, pointed out. Slowly she lowered her body so that her pressed were pressed against him, wrapped tightly around him. She took him in and out of her own body, increasing the pace for him while claiming his lips in her own fiery passionate kiss. She took his lowed lip in her mouth and sucked gently before nipping at it.
 
the face made him smile, a knowing gaze going over her face from his eyes as she started her movement. "It is a change, but this is the only freebie that I give you. I'm controlling myself rather well right now. But next time, you'll have to fight to get it." It was a challenge, a promise that she would have to give it her all if she wanted to be over him, in bed or out.

She slowly moved down on him, and he laid back, letting her go down on him. As she moved, as did he, his hips following her pace, pushing deep inside with every meeting. It was something amazing that was his very essence, every cell of his body, something that he would never forget, never give up. She took his lip, and he followed suit, gently nipping at hers, his eyes never leaving hers. "Forever." Echoed through his head, and he made sure it echoed through hers, as well.
 
In that moment, she realized that their sexual escapades were becoming something more than just lust. It was the two of them uniting, warmth pulsing through their veins as though their bodies only had one flow of blood. One circuit. She could not have invented this moment, because she didn't know she needed him by her side until he was there. For once in her life the surprise of him was pleasant, and no words could truly describe the feeling of him near her.

She continued to moved with his rhythm, on top of him, taking his lips in her own. Claiming him.

"Mn..." But her words did not convey her thoughts. "You wish." she joked, smirking against his lips.
 
He could see the pieces falling into place in her mind as she moved down on him, no matter what her words really said to him. His lips never released hers to let her speak, forcing her to connect to his mind. He sat up, pulling her to be straddling him better, pushing deeper into her, speeding his hips up to not relent on what he was doing.

"I know." He whispered against her lips. "You won't be able to get away from me, no matter how powerful you really are. You are mine as much as I am yours." And his lips were upon hers again, a searing kiss as his hands snaked up her back, resting on her shoulders to control her movements, pulling her down harder and faster as his hips moved for her.
 
She dug into him, taking his lips between her own, biting down and drawing blood with her new fang. Her fingers dug into his abdomen and she let out a cry of pleasure for him. She moved with the rhythm they created then smirked against his mouth. She nipped and teased as she spoke.

"You know...I'm just going to stop trying and see where it gets me." She thought for a few moments, but smiled. "With all honesty though...I could get away from you if I wanted to. I choose not to right now."
 
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