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To Disappear (kikora and Z.G.)

Kaura nodded briefly, trying to act casual as she worked on loosening the vampire up, her heart pounding loud enough that he could hear it's every thump. Why did he have to be naked for this massage, anyway?" She wondered, trying to draw her eyes up, and away from lingering around Abel's hard body. But he was enjoying the massage, and it was actually one of the least objectable things he had requested from her so far. Perhaps if she did well enough here he would consider simply making her task to ease his tension during the nights, and that idea was certainly more pleasant than the torture that she was forced to endure previously.

Her eyes widened when he leaned back, and she jumped, the water sloshing around in the tub when his back came in contact with her bosom. "I cannot massage you if you're pressed so close, sir." She whispered, pausing for a moment in her rubbing.
 
"Ah, right," Abel lazily noted, leaning forward once more. He had been getting quite comfortable and his initial reaction was to sprawl, but when his back pressed against her bosom he could feel-hear her heart hammering away in her chest. The blood lust rose again, but he pushed it off for a while longer while she eased the tensions that had been built up in his back with surprising efficiency. Was this woman good at everything she turned her hand to except obeying? The vampire wondered, trying to drag his thoughts away from the coppery red fluid that ran through her veins, the key to his immortality, the fuel that kept him in almost perpetual motion. The monkey on his back, the yen that tied him down, the jones that always got to him.

When Kaura had banished the majority of the aches and tensions in his back Abel sighed, his arms floating loose in the water. "That's a very, very good job you did, Kaura. We are going to have to make this a regular activity." He reached around himself and grasped one of the slave's wrists, pulling her around in the tub so that she was facing him. It was not a cruel yank meant to harm, but firm, easier to go along with than to fight. His eyes alighted on the vein in her neck, his hands reaching out to almost tentatively stroke it.
 
Kaura sighed softly when the Vampire gave in to her request, and straightened once more. She didn't feel in the least bit comfortable with him so close to her, and was eager to simply do this job, and move away. She was just finishing her work on the muscles when Abel half turned, and grabbed her wrist firmly. With one strong yank she found herself half dragged around him, a steady pull that she wouldn't have been able to resist had she not been too startled to consider it. She was facing him now, and quickly sank again into the water, covering up to her shoulders to preserve her modesty.

But he wasn't interested in her body. His eyes fell onto the gently pulsing vein in her neck, the key to his survival. Had he been kinder to Kaura she might willingly offer the blood to him, but his cruelness gave her no inclination to be so kind, and when he touched her neck she only winced and pulled away, her expression darkening some. "It stopped paining me some time yesterday, sir." She told him carefully, indicating the small mark still clearly visible on her neck.
 
"Normally it will not hurt after I am done. I went a little bit overboard when I first met you--I have occasionally been known to give in to excess when it comes to vitae." The vampire pulled Kaura in close to him even though she had jerked away, his attention fully on the mostly faded marks on her neck from where he had bitten her. One of his large hands wrapped around her waist so that she was suddenly chest to chest with him, their bodies pressed together beneath the water, his breath excitedly playing across her neck. He could smell her blood through that pale skin of her's, literally through singing out to him, so much like the blood of any other mammal and yet to so inherently different. So unique.
 
Kaura only frowned deeply as he gave his explanation, not impressed in the least by it. She tugged further away, stubbornly refusing to her his fingers dance over her pulse. She didn't see his hand snaking around her until there was a firm pressure on her back, and she was pulled firmly against the vampire. Her breasts smashed against his chest as he drew them together, and her heart pounded wildly. For a moment she settled onto him in shock, her knees on either side of his. When she realized the position she pulled away. Her feet slid on the bottom of the basin as she scrambled to put distance between them. His hand held her steadily in place no matter how she tried to escape.

His breath teased her pulse, excited and ready to bite down again. She cried out in panic, and put her hands on his shoulders, struggling to push him away. Did she give him too much obedience, that he thought she would not protest this violation?
 
Everybody protested the first few times, but he had never had a doll who struggled after the fourth or fifth. They seemed to give in around then, coming to welcome that small flash of pain from Abel's need sharp incisors, then the sudden rush of pleasure. Abel's lips found themselves on Kaura's next almost by accident, sucking in, before his teeth pierced her skin. Unlike the last time he guzzled her precious bodily fluids when they first met, this time he sipped, slowly, holding the elf against him. There was no way she could have escaped his grasp, her blood that close to his mouth, so close to getting the monkey off of his back, sating that awful hunger. Not that Abel viewed himself in any sort of romantic light--he was aware of exactly what he was, a sophisticated predator with tested methods.

But all though was washed away by the highly pressurized spurt of blood that entered his mouth, the one he drank down slowly, savoring the taste. At first he had despised it, but after a few years it slowly grew on him. Perhaps it was his taste buds changing, but now it was delicious as it shot down his throat, the perfect warm temperature.
 
No matter how Kaura fought, the vampire was stronger, and all she managed to accomplish was slosh water over the sides of the pot, splashing onto the coals below, which gave an angry hiss and sent more steam into the air, swirling around them. She twisted, and in a moment her neck was vulnerable, a position the man took full advantage of. His lips found her neck, and he sucked, sending a wave of strange sensations running up her before his fangs found her flesh. He pierced her easily, and the moment he did she froze completely, too frightened to try to move and risk ripping out a chunk of her neck.

The sudden sharp stab of pain was quickly replaced by a euphoric sensation so much more intense than the first bite. Her hands drifted down to his arms and squeezed tightly, not protesting, not fighting, just holding. Her legs stopped flailing, and she found herself caring less and less about whether her hips met his or not. She settled in comfortable, both her knees on one side of his, and she rested in his lap, actually enjoying the bliss as it settled over her. Her lips turned up into a smile she couldn't quite understand, and she groaned happily.
 
Abel moved Kaura so that she was straddling him, taking his time to slowly drink her down. Her blood pressure was greater than he expected, far greater--it looked like elves produced blood far more quickly than humans did. While in the situation of a naked woman straddling him he would be hyper aware of his thick member rubbing against her sex, now his entire focus was on the warm gushing place in her neck, the one that was feeding him, sustaining him, giving him a moment's respite. It was easiest this way, her body pressed close to this, her head cradled in one of his large hands, flesh pressed up against his suckling lips. Too perfect.

Sounds formed in Abel's throat as he suckled against her, suddenly fulfilled, an aching gap in him bridged by her life force. He was unsure about how long she would be caught in that bliss. A human would be like that for a few hours; easily suggestible, lusty, euphoric, happy. Vampires had garnered a reputation in myth for sensuality less because of their appearance and actions and more the state the kiss put people in afterward, wanting, needing, a sense of connection suddenly faded. When a vampire did drink one's blood their own heart rate changed to match their feast's, hammering away in ecstatic unison.
 
Kaura protested the position change weakly, angling her hips back away from his in one last desperate attempt to preserve her dignity. Her mind was fuzzy from the aphrodisiac in Abel's saliva, making it difficult to remember exactly why she was fighting.... It wasn't right to let him so close, she reminded herself, focusing on the pain he caused her again and again. That thought alone gave her the strength to pull her hips from his, but even arched back as she was, his long and hard cock rested easily against her womanhood. It was all she focused on, a single thought running through her mind again and again. She had to protect her honor and keep her thighs from meeting his.... She wasn't a slut.

The rest of her melted to him, and she let his chest press to hers, rising and falling in rhythm with his breaths, their heartbeats in perfect unison. Her supported her dead comfortably, and she almost nuzzled into his hand, content.
 
Abel stopped sucking, instead pressing his tongue against the two small openings his fangs had created. The skin knit itself closed, one of the benefits of the kiss, the real crux of why it was so vital a function; it allowed for repeat use of food supplies. It would feel like little more than the vampire kissing her neck, licking her skin, as though he were a lover taking his time to worship a patch of skin he was particularly fond of. When he felt the twin holes in her neck close his lips drowsily moved to the tip of her delicate, sensitive ear, kissing that delicate shell, letting his tongue just barely run along it, teasing almost. His hand rubbed up and down her back in the post feeding glow, hands for once gentle against her comparatively frail body.
 
Kaura barely noticed Abel's sucking near the end, so high on the effects of his bite that she could do little more than grin in a simi-intoxicated manner and hold onto him. She still managed to keep their lower bodies parted, the one bit of defiance she could manage to keep in light of the effects of the bite... and that nearly failed her when he began licking over her wounds, sparking a soft giggle from the Elf as he hit a particularly tickling spot. His lips moved up, trailing slowly towards her ears as he rubbed her back gently, almost like a lover enjoying his partners body. "Not there." She whimpered as his lips reached her ear, teasing it lightly as she moaned. "You can't... Not there..." Her fingers tightened again briefly as her mind fought the euphoric effects of his bite, trying desperately not to submit.
 
Abel was heartily amused by Kaura's silly, moaning reaction. This side of her was much more palatable than the haughty elf she so took pride in. He took his time rolling his tongue over the cartilage of her ear, the natural pathways formed to catch sound. It was so delicate, so precious between his teeth, the light graze of them playing over her flesh. His fingers played up and down her back, giving an oddly playful tickle in one of her arm pits. "Not where?" His tone was light, as pleased as a well fed cat's purring.
 
Thoughts formed and floated away from Kaura's pleasure drunken mind, and she honestly struggled to piece together what it was she was protesting at all. 'You honor!' She reminded herself yet again. She forced herself to remember the calls of the humans in the courtyard, how they taunted her and made light of her humiliation. If she gave in now she would be exactly what they said she was. "Not anywhere." Kaura murmured, raising a hand to try to force Abel away, but when his tongue rolled across the point of her ear she could only moan. His fingers trailed over her, almost dancing, and slipped under her arm, tickling her lightly as he played with her extremely sensitive ear. She shivered and laughed softly, unable to hold it back, and her hand found Abel's head, winding lightly into his hair to hold him there against her. "I'm not what they said I am..."
 
"No," Abel whispered, his lips moved to just barely suck on the tip of her ear, "you are not." In that she was at least not a whore Abel agreed wholeheartedly with her. Amusing as it was to watch her suffer the barbs and slings of those supposedly lesser than her, he would disagree should he be pressed on the manner. Never had Kaura's manner seemed whorish or wanton to him. Merely prideful. Willful. Occasionally obnoxious. Other than that she was clearly learned, in her own way, and intelligent. A survivor. As much as she most likely did not want to admit it, a predator in her own right.

Seeking her soft laughter his fingers skittered up and down her side, playfully tickling her once more. Laughter was something he envied. It did not come as easily as it had when he was young. Once he had been considered the preeminent wit among his soldier fellow pals in the Legion, but then he had found it difficult to truly wound someone. With Kaura in his owns, content from his hunger, it was almost like being thrown back there.
 
He did not think her a whore, and he sounded sincere about it. That was enough for her to relax slightly, and even let out a long moan as his lips closed on the tips of her ear, and he sucked lightly. "That feels good...." She whispered, her eyes closing as she began to slowly relax against him, their bodies pressing lightly together. His fingers began to dance up and down her sides, and she couldn't help but to giggle, squirming in his grip. She grinned mischievously, and her own hands traveled down him, trying to find his tickling spots. She wasn't sure if his kind had any, but she was determined to not be the only one left giggling.
 
Abel couldn't help but to giggle--he was rather ticklish. A little silly for someone so imposing as him, but then again, who wasn't a little bit silly? He was a babbling brook of laughter, squirming and arching his back, as they fought their tickle battle. His mouth occasionally dropped to play with Kaura's ear, sucking lightly on that topmost sensitive point, licking with the very tip of his tongue, blowing across it occasionally. Playing around with her was fun in a way he had not had in a while.
 
She could win this tickling fight! The blissful feel of his saliva only helped heighten her usual competitive spirit. It was something so unusual for one of her kind, loving games as she did. She honestly enjoyed any kind of game, physical, intellectual, or even this kind of silly playful fun. Perhaps it was a sign of her young age, or perhaps just a part of her spirit.

Whatever the reason, it drove her to move forward. Her legs tightened around his waist, her mind too distracted to try to keep their hips separated, and she pressed him back against the edge of the pot. Her fingers played quicker, teasing him without mercy as he played with her ear. She didn't seem to have any intentions of stopping, and wouldn't until he either forced her to beg for mercy, or did so himself.
 
Abel accidentally nipped the tip of Kaura's ear when she suddenly became so aggressive, laughing out in pure glee as she redoubled her assault. He tried to wiggle away from her, but given how hard of a grip she had with her thighs, all he managed to do was rub his erection against her sex. Since getting away didn't seem to work he set to frantically tickling her; the back of her neck, beneath her armpits, over her back. It was so much harder to play with her ear when she was tickling him so furiously, though he did manage to tease her here and there whilst he tickled her.
 
Kaura yipped out in pain when his teeth clamped down on her ear, drawing a bead or two of blood from her pointed tip of her ear. His saliva soothed it immediately, and when the extra burst of pleasure coursed through her, she could only arch her back and moan. Her fingers stalled in tickling him for a moment as the feeling of bliss absolutely consumed her, driving away all other thought. She wasn't aware how her hips grinded against him, her sex sliding across his thick shaft, teasing the bundle of nerves just above her entrance.

It took her a moment to compose herself, taking in a few long, ragged breaths before she forced herself to begin tickling him once more, playing along his sides while holding her own hips agonizingly still. She squirmed away from his teasing lips, laughing as she turned her head and twisted... And his hips left her ears, only to land quite firmly on her own. She froze for a moment, her eyes wide at the contact, before she pressed herself in close, and gave in to the accidental kiss.
 
The sudden, unexpected kiss that just that. It took Abel a moment to adjust to her lips suddenly on his, open and inviting. His tongue darted out to play along the very edge of her mouth, before tentatively caressing her pink gums. His hand went back to cradling her head as the liquid heat of her mouth invaded him. The vampire's fingers froze in their tickling and instead held onto her, hip and waist, while they kissed. He could not help but to caress the side of one of Kaura's ears with his thumb as they kissed, caught in the surprising tenderness of the moment.
 
Her pleasure drunk mind couldn't quite process the speed of what just happened. It seemed to her as if one minute she was fighting, then playing, and now giving in entirely, all blended together and swirled into one magnificent moment that she could not quite understand. The tickling game they had been playing was gone and forgotten. Her arms snaked around him, and she held him close, submitting entirely to his venom, and the kiss.

She gave a soft moan as his tongue teased her lips, and she offered his no resistance, opening her mouth, and meeting his tongue with her own, swirling them together as she let out full throated moans of put bliss.
 
Abel pulled Kaura up against him, reveling in the feel of her wanting, needing, demanding mouth. The humming of her moan in his mouth seemed to drive all the way down Abel's throat and resonate in his lungs. His body sinuously curved against her's, his length rubbing against the bundle of nerves over her warm entrance. She seemed utterly free as she kissed him, demanding his attention in a different way than before, but demanding no less. He turned in the tub, lost in her kiss, straightening up so that his member was throbbing, pressing against her sex, able to get in with just a small turn of her hips.
 
Kaura moaned louder, pushing herself as close as she could to Abel, delighting in how his body pressed to hers. She stroked him, and caressed him, and treated him like a lover, and not the captor he was to her. Her hips grinded against his, and she moaned deeply as it shot sparks of pleasure shooting up from her nether region. He straightened and without thinking her hips moved back, almost on their own, driven by the drug that pumped through her system. His cock lined up perfectly with her, teasing along the entrance.

It was then that Kaura seemed to get her sense about her. She broke free of the kiss, panting heavily, her eyes wide on Abel's face. She felt confused, anxious, and so many other emotions she couldn't begin to place. Her hands rubbed up and down his arms, stroking him lightly as she tried desperately to gain control of her own mind. "Here?" She finally managed to get out, an honest and fair inquiry on her part... Was she really going to lose her innocence in a bath?
 
"Where else?" He asked, still lost in a world of Kaura's caresses. Her skin's gentle touch against his skin was refreshing, it had been a while since he had been able to take his time after a meal. It always seemed to go smoothly in the bathing room. The negligible distance between Kaura's sex and and his bulbous head was vanguard in his thoughts, riding forefront, so much of his attention narrowly focused on the sensation of just barely brushing against her.

His heart still beat in the same speed as Kaura's, his breathing almost exactly in sync with her's. It felt as though they were sharing an isolated moment in time.
 
Kaura swallowed slightly, her throat suddenly dry. Was she really going to do this? Was she going to let herself be taken by the vampire here, like this? Didn't she despise him, want nothing more than to run away and never look back at this horrid nightmare? For the life of her she couldn't remember why! She hands roamed down his arms as a flush rose in her cheeks. "In a bed?" She suggested softly, and shifted awkwardly, her pussy grinding softly against the head of his cock at the action.

She raised her eyes to meet his, wide and full of confusion... And swirling lust. "Isn't that where this is done, in a bed?"
 
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