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To Disappear (kikora and Z.G.)

Abel let out a muffled groan when Kaura shifted, rubbing up against the head of his member. Maybe if I just put the head in... No, down that path madness lay. He moved away from Kaura and stepped out of the tub, picking her out of it with ease, almost as though she were a doll. He was dripping wet, making puddles on the floor. He strode over and grabbed two towels on a bench that had been left out. He threw one to the elf and wiped his body down.

Once he was done drying himself he walked to Kaura, leaned down and kissed her, far enough away to keep from poking her in the belly button with his erection. He parted the kiss, taking her hand and gently leading her away, "Come with me." He grabbed the leash from by the wall as they exited the room.
 
Kaura didn't move when Abel pulled himself from the tub, watching his every movement before he bent, and with that easy strength of his pulled her from the tub. She stayed in close to him, but didn't say a word as he picked one of the towels up and handed it to her. She quickly began to wipe off the excess water, and had just put the towel onto her soaking hair when the vampire moved towards her once again. Her eyes locked onto him immediately, and she found herself feeling suddenly breathless, almost hypnotized by the alluring look of his naked body in all it's glory. Every bit of him appealed to her now, and she smiled as she examined him in detail, his every muscle, his every scar, engraving it in her memory.

He moved to her quickly, and pressed his lips to hers. She returned the kiss fervently, and when they parted she was breathless once more. He took her hand, and she gripped him, trembling noticeably from a nervous excitement.
 
It was like leading some excitable creature through the halls, he could feel her intense gaze on him as he walked through the halls of the castle. They were both naked, so an odd duo they cut, the occasional servant passed by, but this one no one deigned to say a word. He took her this time to a different room, one with no windows, merely chandeliers with bent mirrors reflecting the light around the room. In the middle of the room was a large, comfortable looking bed, and the walls were covered with paintings. Mostly they were landscapes, animals running through the wild, though occasionally it was some vibrant bird or fish swimming in a pool. Coal braziers lit the room and bound books and scrolls lined shelves carved or whistled into the rock wall, as the case may have been.

He lead Kaura to the bed and playfully pushed her onto it, crawling next to her on the bed. "Is this more to your liking?" He asked with a smile, a playful, teasing tone to his voice.
 
Kaura couldn't tear her eyes from Abel for more than a few short moments, completely taken by his form now. Her hand would tighten on his from time to time as they walked hurriedly through the halls, passing servants who didn't dare name Kaura a whore... Now that she was behaving as one. Some part of her mind was deeply disturbed by this reality. It screamed out again that she should run... Simply tear free of the vampire and run, preserve what was left of her honor while she still had the opportunity.... But the thoughts never quite formed, floating in her head for a few brief moments before fading away, leaving her in her delirium.

They reached the new room, and Kaura looked around in wonder at the decorations. Chandeliers, coal braziers, and mirrors lit the room, and the decorations would be enough to leave her staring in awe... If she weren't so obsessed with satisfying the aching need between her thighs. She didn't even protest when Abel pushed her onto the bed, and climbed on beside her, his voice a gentle tease. "Yes." She whispered, and her hand found his again, lacing their fingers together. "It wont hurt... Will it?" She asked, looking up through her lashes at him, one last moment of hesitation. "They said it would... When you make me you 'stripped whore'."
 
"It will hurt a little bit," Abel confessed, squeezing her hand. He let one hand caressed her cheek, cupping her face. "But the pleasure will mingle with the pain and be all the greater for it."

He kissed her on the lips then, then formed a trail of them down her chin, her throat, the valley between her breasts, his tongue playfully swirled in her belly button, a string of kisses across her waist. Finally, after hovering over the inside of her thighs, his tongue began to explore the cleft between her legs. The vampire wanted to play with her, he wanted to make her writhe beneath the sensations his tongue erupted within her. It slid beneath her tight labia, over the rim of her entrance, so the hard bead at the top, circling it with his tongue.
 
There was a brief moment of worry that shot through Kaura when he told it that it would indeed hurt, but it was quickly forgotten again when he squeezed her hand gently, and cupped her face. He kissed her softly for a moment, and she smiled as she returned it, giving a disappointed sigh when he pulled away.

He began to move down across her, his lips dancing down her beck and over her collarbone, between her breasts. Every bit of her he touched sang with pleasure, and it shot like bolts of thunder through her system, sparking nerves to life. Everywhere he touched felt as if lit in flames, and she groaned in ecstasy as he moved further down, his tongue swirling around her navel in a way that made her shudder and giggle softly. Finally he reached his goal, and began to work on inciting her own pleasure, licking and flicking his tongue across her until she was drunk from pleasure. She writhed and bucked slightly against him, desperate and needy moans sounding from her parted lips, crying for more.
 
Abel took his time between Kaura's thighs. He worked to make her cry out over and over, he wanted her to climax again and again beneath his mouth. If this was truly the same she was to have sex with a man then he would at the least venture to make it a pleasant memory. As he played with her flower he experimented, testing her reaction against rubbing her labia together, nuzzling her clit with his nose while he traced patterns on her with the tip of his tongue. It was after a veritable eternity he slowly started kissing back up her body, until he slid off the bed, standing next to it. The vampire grabbed Kaura's legs and pulled them around his waist, aiming so that his member pressed against her entrance. He wanted to see her expression as he slid into her, hips rolling as he pushed into her.
 
Kaura didn't know that such pleasure even existed. She cried out in ecstasy again and again as Abel brought her to climax, reveling in her orgasms. He played with her, experimented, teased... It was so erotic, and so incredibly different from when he turned her over his knees. There was no feeling of shame now, no humiliation at what she was about to do, only pleasure. Her fingers clenched the bedsheets tightly as he brought her over the edge more times than she even tried to count.

Finally he seemed content, and Kaura sank back against the bed, panting softly. A thin layer of sweat broke out over her lithe body, a small testament to just how aroused she was by the actions. And the vampire moved up her slowly, kissing his way up her body before he was face to face with her once more.

His member lined up naturally with her entrance, and he pulled her legs to encircle him. Slowly he began to push in, the head of his cock pressing to her virgin sex for a moment, pressing in slowly. Her eyes widened as pain shot through her, and she cried out, his massive cock piercing right through her virgin barrier. He kept pushing slowly, until their hips met, and she whimpered softly, squeezing her eyes shut at the unfamiliar sting of pain.
 
The vampire steadily increased his speed, attempting not to slam into the welts that covered the skin of her inner thighs and legs. Though he did feel a little thrill when Kaura's moans and whimpers ran together, the lover of pleasure and pain within him roaring with satisfaction. The elf felt so right around him, the moment so quiescently perfect, her tight virgin sex practically drinking him in. The look of her face as pain and pleasure mingled, her very scent seemed to entangle him, to leave him waiting for more. Of what he was not certain, but he did want it.

"You feel so good," he moaned to her, hips rolling as he thrust into her again. "You're so tight."
 
Kaura's moans grew ever more pronounced as her captor slammed into her again and again. She twisted and writhed, pleasure and pain mixing together wonderfully to course through her body, and up to her drunk mind. She panted heavily and arched, crying out in her bliss, he wasn't lying when he said the pain would only help to make pleasure more distinct, and she even arched her hips higher, letting him slam against the welts and shoot the mixture of sensations through her again.

"You're fantastic." Kaura gasped in response, and leaned forward, kissing his neck and collarbone desperately. "You're amazing... Don't stop... Please..."
 
True Kaura's request, Abel did not stop for some while. He let himself slam into her welts, as she clearly seemed to enjoy it when he lost control a little bit, perhaps even more than she did otherwise. Her kisses along his collarbone and neck were well received, especially given how he burned pounding into her, his skin aflame whenever she brushed her lips against his flesh. He began to slap her arching, shaking bottom between thrusts, grunting and moaning while he worked within her. "Oh, Kaura," he gasped out her, a babbling brook of small lover's talk, praising her for the soft swell of her breast, the beautiful curve of her sides, the cute point of her ears, those enthralling eyes and that enchanting voice. After what seemed like hours turned to eons the vampire cried out, his member throbbing, shooting the watery substance he had in place of semen into her.
 
Kaura lost any count of time as they fucked, their bodies meeting again and again in passion. He gave her arched bum firm slaps, and she cried out in pleasure for them, arching her hips higher as she neared yet another climax. He drove her over, calling out her name as if he were her lover, complimenting her, worshiping her body as he fucked her harder and harder.

She couldn't hold back much longer. She was so caught in the waves of passion that she couldn't form words, only passion filled cries. Hours seemed to pass in this state of euphoria before they cried out together, back's arching. Kaura's pussy clenched tightly over Abel as she came, milking his for him cum... And Abel cried out in pleasure as well, his throbbing cock emptying its watery load deep inside her body.

Once done Kaura collapsed back, her chest heaving as she tried desperately to catch her breath. Her arms encircled Abel, trembling in the aftermath of her orgasms, and she ran her fingers through his hair. "Fantastic man...." She whispered.
 
"Thank you," Abel replied, laying next to her trembling form. He wound his legs about her's, stealing her body's trembling warmth before it all disappeared. He slowly untangled himself from her and climbed beneath the blankets of the bed, dragging Kaura beneath the sheet with him. He affectionately tucked some of her hair behind her ear, his thumb brushing across that sensitive tip ever so lightly. He wrapped his arms around Kaura and held her close, absently kissing this patch of skin or that, his legs once again wrapped around her's. "It was like you were another person, full of passion and delight."
 
Kaura let Abel pull her under the sheets, and she pulled close to him, sharing the heat together under the thick blanket. She smiled slightly, and rubbed her cheek against his hand as he tucked a free lock of hair from her face. He drew her in closer, and she was more than happy to oblige, embracing him as well. His comment helped drive her back to sanity, the hours they spend fucking helping drain some of the aphrodisiac from her system. She gave him a wide eyes look for a moment, trying to remember why she had let him lay her at all. It was all fuzzy, she couldn't remember anything past when she climbed into the copper tub to rub his back. "You... Were kinder..." She whispered, sure that had at least played a part. "You didn't force me..."
 
"I did not want to force you," Abel said, playfully drawing a finger down her nose. She seemed to be coming out of the stupor the kiss put its recipient in. Almost confused, like she could not quite believe what had just happened. Would have just been par the course, given how dopey she was before, and how usually prickly this was. "It may have had something to do with kissing you. Or maybe playing with your ear. You seemed to enjoy that."

The vampire caressed her cheek as he spoke, enjoying being gentle with her. It was nice to touch someone purely to please them from time to time. The salty tang of her sweaty body wafting up was welcome, the smell of theirs juices mingling with the mingled smell of their bodies. Kaura smelled like recently turned autumn leaves.
 
The more the drugs wore off, the more confused Kaura became. It was almost as though she were remembering the thoughts and feelings of someone else, someone who desperately craved everything that the vampire man offered. but that couldn't have been her! She only wanted freedom from his wants and desires, never to submit to them. And what did this make her now? There was no denying what they had done. His thin seed leaked slowly out of her, and dampened the sheets, a reminder of what she has willingly let him do.

"Our ears are very sensitive to touch." Kaura responded softly, unsure what else to say. She glanced up almost shyly at Abel, and clutched the blankets to herself, keeping her body as well hidden as she could from him. A blush rose in her cheeks, and she looked away again, but didn't brush his fingers of her. "So..." She whispered after a moment. "Does this mean I have become what the herd named me?"
 
"I do not believe so," Abel responded. He took a moment to think about it, "You have not accepted payment in exchange for sex or sexual favors. So you are not a whore. You are not promiscuous, ergo you cannot be a slut."

Abel could not help but to smile when Kaura used his pejorative term for humans, the herd. He watched her curiously as her entire demeanor changed, going from his embrace to huddled and hidden in the blankets. She was even having trouble looking at him. Shame? He did not quite smell that off of her, no. But you could not always accurately judge someone by their smell alone, library of fact that it was. Either way she now seemed far less certain of what she was doing next to him, her fear most likely creeping back in.
 
"But I willingly submitted!" Kaura protested,and hung her head,clutching the blankets closer to her. "I gave my body to you... a man I don't know... A man who has done nothing but try to break me and harm me and use me....How can that be called anything but whoreish?"She demanded. She curled in lower to the blankets, and ducked her her, unable to think of anything else to say. She could hardly get mad at the man, she had given herself to him willingly... If anything, she was angry at herself for allowing such a thing to happen, for wanting such a thing to happen. "I never felt anything comparable to that before... It consumed me." Her shoulders trembled for a moment, and she turned over on the bed, her back to the vampire as she raised her knees up to her chest, holding herself tightly. She stayed like that for a few long moments,trying to gain a reign on her emotions. "I should go back to my cage." She said, and swallowed slightly. "Before the sun rises."
 
This is what gets to her? Of all things? Of course, he thought, quietly turning the subject over in his head. Perhaps after a few more incidents like this, which somehow Abel saw occurring down the line as he fed off of her, then she would become more malleable. A small part of him wondered if malleable was a word that could ever be applied to the elf. He removed himself from his bed and stalked to the door, calling for a tunic and sandals. Another gray linen tunic arrived in a few minutes time, which he put on, belted, then wrapped his sandals.

"Kaura, come over here," he called, motioning for him to join him at his side. The vampire held her leash in hand, waiting to clasp it back onto her collar.
 
Kaura curled up on the bed, burying her face in the crook of her arm as the vampire turned away from her. She sniffled slightly as he stood, and she watched him move to the door. She remembered clearly exactly what she saw in him before, and indeed even now she knew he was a handsome man. His muscles rippled as he moved, powerful, a well sculpted body of pure ivory skin. He stuck his head out the door and called for clothing, waiting quietly there until the servants returned with the tunic.

He dressed as though nothing strange had happened at all, pulling on the tunic and belt and lacing his sandals easily. He called for her, holding out the leash, and Kaura hesitated a brief moment before sighing, and moving forward. What right had she to protest wearing his leash when she had none at all to him going deep into her? "Of course, sir." She murmured, ducking her eyes to the floor before she walked to him again. She was too ashamed to try to meet his eyes, fearing what she knew would be there, a smug pride that he had reduced a proud Elven woman to acts of animalistic lust.
 
Another step taken on a long road, Abel thought as he lead her elsewhere than back to her gilded cage. They went up a twisting staircase. It appeared as though they were ascending a spire, the lone broken spire that stood sentry over Abel's fortress. There were walls, yes, and there were towers over them, but there was this one broken spire, predating even the construction of the fortress. "When I first came to this place, there was just this spire and a ruined temple that surrounded it. I tore down the temple, stone by stone, singing until it took a new shape. Slowly and surely, slowly and surely, it took upon itself a new form. A new function. But still, this tower remained, immutable."

When they finally ascended the tower they opened up to a large room, circular, of course. It was littered with statues of people oddly formed, almost as though the features had been melted or physically sculpted like clay. But this was stone, all manner and kind, granites and marbles, lime stone and jirtz, there was even one intricate sand stone bird hanging from the ceiling. There were, however, quite a few holes in the ceiling, the floor covered in rugs, and a few large blankets strewn here and there. "You will be staying here for the day. It should provide light."
 
It seemed to Kaura that they were taking another path to her room. She couldn't quite recall how they reached the windowless room he had enjoyed her body in... But none of the wall-scrolls seemed familiar to her. The painting and art completely alien as they walked, until reaching a spiraling staircase not dissimilar to the one that led down to the pit. She froze for a moment, terrified that he was seeking to bring her back to the horrid dungeon once more, to be beaten for a crime she had no memory of committing. Instead, he began explaining it's structure while leading her slowly up the case.

He opened the door to a perfectly circular room, and let her in. She stared for a moment, unsure what to say. The entire room was filled with ancient looking statues, made of one material or another, all with muddled expressions unlike the crisp artwork of this age. But more important than that were the holes in the ceiling, and what they let flood in. "Light." She whispered, her eyes widening. "Thank you, sir."
 
"You are welcome." With that the vampire turned, closed the thick oak door, and whistled. It locked into place, a bar of iron melting and solidifying, becoming one with another bar in the door. He walked down the stairwell quickly to escape the chance of being seared by the rising sun, its purple and pink fingers already stretching across the skyline. By the time he got back to his windowless room, the one Kaura had lost her virginity in, his eyes were heavy. He crawled beneath the blankets and lowered his eyes, preparing to dream.

That night he dreamed about moving statues and flying rocks, coming together to form entirely new things. Things with gears and beating hearts, moving sideways through the air on wings made of light. It was an odd dream, one that he had not had before, super real, like the vivid cutting edge of a sword swinging towards his eyes.
 
It took most of the day for Kaura's mind to begin to clear. She spent the morning still in a slight stupor, her thoughts coming slowly, clouded by desire and driven by impulse. She lounged comfortably on the blankets in this time, drifting asleep under a particularly large hole. Her flesh absorbed the rays, and gradually the healthy sheen returned again. Perhaps it was the replenishment of her magic that helped drive her sanity back, but slowly her memory began to piece together. The massage, their embrace, him biting her... And it was then that she lost control, and her mind fuzzed. It was so clear now, how the instant his fangs tore through her skin her sanity was lost to her. He had changed then too, treating her more as a pliable hold than the toy of before, and the more she thought on it, the more she realized how wrong her statement to him had been. He had forced her, she just hadn't been aware.

That realization made her sit up, her eyes stinging with unshed, angry tears. What else would he force her to do in that stupor? Too drunk on the intoxicating effects of his bite to break free? She shook herself, trying to clear her head, and looked around desperately.

She tried to open her door, but knew it would be locked... And knowing that, there was but one way for her to escape. She tilted her head up, and smirked, looking at the larges holes in the ceiling. If Abel thought that they were too high for anyone to reach, he had much to learn about her kind indeed.

The next two hours she spent preparing. She tore the blankets into long strips, not for climbing, but for her modestly. If she had string ((And any talent with a needle)) She might have been able to fashion a decent dress from the scraps, but as it was the best she could manage were sloppily tied together strips that covered her body, but left her looking almost ridiculous for it. She simply shrugged it off, and climbed into one of the granite statues, posed on the tip of his outstretched hand. With a grunt she leapt, her foot landing firmly on the opposite wall, and she launched again without hesitation. She turned in the air as she almost flew, and landed quite firmly on the sandstone bird, grabbing hold of the thick chain that anchored it to the ceiling. "Easy enough..." She told herself, and began to climb up, reaching close to the top before she pushed her body back and forth, causing her and the bird to swing. It took several long moments for her to gain the momentum she needed to fling herself up, and in one easy move she grabbed hold of the edge, and pulled herself out.

On the roof she was careful of her footing, and walked to the edge, peering over cautiously. It was a good ways down to the stone roof of the fortress below, but no more than any other fall she had taken. Without a moments hesitation she jumped, and ran trying to put distance between her and the castle before the sun set again.
 
When Abel came to the top of the spire, a little after sun had set, and opened the door he had expected to find a reclining elf. There was no such thing. Her scent was a lingering trace, strongest around the blankets she had been sleeping on, but faded elsewhere. No one could have let her out--there had been an iron bar physically connecting the door to the tower. However she did it, it was impressive. At the same time it was completely infuriating.

Completely, utterly, and totally infuriating.

The vampire stalked down to the bottom of the spire, wrote a quick note for a servant on a chalk board he reserved for such things and wordlessly walked from his fortress to find her. He had a limited amount of time until the sun rose and he did not want to be caught out in the open somewhere with the sun nearing. That would be bad. At the same time he would not be able to properly track her down if he took a horse with him to run her down with. This would certainly be interesting. He attached two bolas to his belt, so that he could hamper her running if he needed to find her. A crooked smile displayed itself on Abel's face when he realized he was hunting her like he would have a rabbit when he was younger.

He had done this before many times, his senses usually an asset, though occasionally they could be overloaded with the sheer amount of information available. Branches whipped around his face as he wandered through the woods, hunting for a scent. Abel compiled the facts in his head.

Kaura was an outcast from Elven society. She would expect no quarter there. Corollary: prejudice may outweigh fear of reprisal for showing up at their door again and informing them of an incipient threat to their border.

She was full up on sun. The effects of sunlight on her are an unknown. It is presumable it will somehow effect her physically.

Her head start was unknown. In all probability several hours away from him.

To the east is the land of the elves and the west the land of the vampires.

Magical capabilities and prowess; largely unknown.

Personality; spiteful, sophisticated, survivor, snob.

Physically; agile, graceful, fleet, darting.

Just like a rabbit. Except the question was when he caught this one would he crack her head open with a rock until he saw her gooey gray brain?

Does elves have a gray-white-green brain meat like humans do? Abel wondered, stopping in his tracks and looking around himself. He was a good hundred yards out from his fortress when he turned around, ruminating on the possible color and consistency of elvish meat, when his eyes fell upon that spire. That spire and how it seemed almost built for leaping from tiered roof to tiered roof. You could even jump onto a tree if you were particularly bold. No one on the ground would ever see you.

With that Abel set off at a run towards the tree to catch her scent. He had gotten nothing from where he had been trying to sniff her out. That would likely yield some sort of result.
 
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