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Timeless Seduction ((Liam45 & AngelicGrace))

AngelicGrace

Lonely Goth Gal ~ Mistress of Procrastination
Joined
Nov 5, 2009
Location
Northern Idaho
The night sky that night was absolutely stunning because it was almost as if you could see all the stars in the sky, at least from where the young vampire Arabella was sitting. She wasn't exactly in the city as she usually was, but in the forest that was next to the city because it reminded her of home. There were still some times that she still couldn't believe that she had been made a vampire and it was all thanks to Braxton, her sire. He had never fully explained why he had done it or why he had seen fit to murder her family all those centuries ago and what made it even worse to swallow sometimes was the fact that she had actually had sex with him. Many many many times before she had left him. She had left him because of the fact that she couldn't get over the fact that he had killed the rest of her family, but had seen fit to transform her into a vampire. There were so many times that she had wondered in the last 600 years what it would have been like to grow up and become older and live out her life before dying. Not that there weren't those chances of dying now, but they were a bit more slimmer than what it used to be when she had been human. Arabella hardly understood his decision and it still upset to this day. Even though she hadn't seen him in nearly 580 years. She had not been the most beautiful girl in her family, she had normal light brown hair that reached her shoulders and it was wavy. She had piercing green eyes that were very light now thanks to her becoming a vampire, but she had been human they had been like the lush green grass Ireland.

Ireland is where she had come from, though her parents gave her a more exotic name. Her sister, Rose, had been the most beautiful one in her family with her dark raven hair and her beautiful hazel eyes that had spoken of candle lit rooms and lush companionship. That was why Braxton's decision to turn her and not Rose. She had asked him many times, but he had never really given her an answer. It had been so hard to live with him and accept him into her body when he would not tell her the truth.

Arabella sighed softly as she sat up, her long white dress that had a white corset for the top and the bottom was made of silk because as most Vampires, she could afford the best. She hated to kill to feed, and that was why she didn't kill when she fed. But what else could you do when you are turned against your will? Most, so she had heard, had actually killed themselves instead of having to drink from humans, but she didn't want to die now. It was rather ironic that she wondered at times what death was like, but she didn't actually want to die yet.

She had been on her own for the most part of these past centuries and she had never fully taken that role as a seductive vampire. Sure, when her sexuality was provoked she could be a bit of a wild girl in bed, but she was not the kind of vampire that spread herself open for every man to have sex with. She had preferred her solitude to the company of a man and most often she drank from women because they at least would not pressure her into sleeping with them.

That night, though, with the stars looking so otherwordly, she felt the loneliness in her soul like never before and she wondered if that aching feeling inside of her heart would ever go away.
 
Braxton was looking up at those same stars, his tall body laid out on the green grass of the local park. It was quiet, which was odd for the city. The wind moved easily through the trees of the forest nearby, making a light whispering noise. Other than the wind, all that could be heard was the squeeking the the swings, their chains in desperate need of oiling. His brown hair was messy and in need of a cut, his bangs blowing over his dark blue eyes. He found his mind turning to Arabella, the only person who he had ever sired. She had been so beautiful, and the only women to hold his interest for long. And then she had been gone. Sure, he had replaced her sexually many, many times over the years, there were women who were much more beautiful than she, but his mind always turned back to her. More out of curiousity than anything.

He remembered the night he had turned her clearly. He had spyed her walking home one night, and knew that he had to have her always. So he had followed her, killing her family and turning her. Why had he killed her family? It had been easier for him. Nothing to keep her bound to the human world, only to him, as it should be.

Braxton sat up, running a pale hand through his hair before stretching and cracking his back. He was dressed as usual, in dark blue jeans, a button up white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black shoes. In one swift movement he was on his feet and at the swing set. He sniffed once, hissing. There was another vampire near by. This was his city, and Braxton had never been known to share with anybody. He inhaled again, breathing the vampire's scent in deeply. He knew that scent. But how? He searched his mind, but how many vampires had he met over the years? He couldnt even count. He moved toward the forest quietly, determined to find the vampire.
 
Arabella walked through the forest, her soft doeskin boots not making a single sound as she walked through the grassy and dirt littered forest floor. She stopped in mid-stride and she lifted her head almost as if she were a wolf and she could taste the other vampires scent and she clenched her teeth, knowing that most vampires didn't like to share cities. Great, this is just what I need. She sighed ruefully as she walked further through the forest, just knowing that she was going to have to fight this vampire that probably wanted this city to him or herself. And while she was a vampire, she wasn't exactly the fighting type. She had never been that way when she was a human and she had never managed to become that way now that she was a vampire. She lifted her soft, pale face again and inhaled the vampires scent deeply into her lungs and she felt her eyes widen as she recognized the scent immediately. It was Braxton. She would never forget that scent because she had never met any other vampires in her and she had never had another man in her life besides him, so unlike him she would remember his scent. Probably more than he would because I am sure as soon as I left he just sired some other little girl. The thought was a little bit more bitter than she would've liked it to be considering she had tried to convince herself that she cared nothing for that murderer, but the bitterness in that thought showed her that perhaps she was wrong. Arabella did not want to be caught by him though because he would only make things harder on her right now, or Maybe he would make things better. She growled in frustration at the thought and wanted to slap herself hard to get these thoughts out of her head.


She was unaware that by running out of the forest she was inevitably running right into him, but she couldn't tell where the scent was coming from, only that it was drugging her senses and making her feel things that made her want to claw something apart. She had to keep away from him at all costs!
 
Braxton couldl hear the vampire coming, so he stood rooted to the ground. The other vampire would not be able to pass without running into him first. He crossed his strong arms, blue eyes staring straight ahead as he waited. He breathed in deeply, trying to name the scent once more. He then relaxed a little bit, confusion clearly playing on his handsome features. Arabella? Could it really be her? He sniffed again. It had to be! He then shook his head to the side gently, as if to rid himself of the thought. No, it couldnt be. Nothing like that could happen, he had just been thinking of her. His mind was playing tricks on him, it would be the first time, but there was a first for everything.
 
Arabella finally made it to the edge of the forest and she looked behind her as if to see if the vampire was behind her and she ran into a solid, firm, muscular chest with a soft "Omph" coming from her lush lips. She stumbled back a bit, but managed to regain her balance and looked up to apologize and she felt her heart slam against her ribs. Oh fuck me! That was the only rational thought that ran through her head as she saw Braxton for the first time in 580 years. She clenched her teeth and looked at him before looking away. She was almost completely speechless because she didn't know what to say to him. It had been centuries since she had last seen him and he was still as handsome as ever, but she didn't want to stand there with him and let all those old feelings wash over her. "I guess I should say hello." she said softly.
 
Braxton saw Arabella running toward him and sucked in his breath, watching intently as she turned her head. Any minute now she will turn and see me Braxton kept his eyes on her and was surprised to find that she didnt turn, in fact he was about to say something when she ran full speed into him. She wasnt as strong, so he didnt fall to the ground or anything, he just smiled softly, his arms going around her slender waist like they had many times before. "I suppose that you should" he said, his deep voice filled with amusement. He looked down at her face, she hadnt changed one bit. She still looked like the girl he had followed home years and years and years ago. "Where have you been all these years?" He asked suddenly, his eyes darkening slightly as he raised an eyebrow in question.
 
Arabella felt him wrap his arms around her slender waist and she felt intensely uncomfortable because she felt old feelings arise in her body, the only way that his touch could do to her. "Away." she said firmly. She didn't feel divulging her stories to him when she knew he had just replaced her with some other consort of his and it made her blood boil hotly. Even though she wasn't as strong as him, she still managed to wretch herself out of his arms and stood at least 8 feet away from him. "Why are you here?" she asked in a strangely distant voice. Normally when they had been together, she had been so loving and devoted to him until the time that it came that his callousness towards her family had turned her against him or at least, had made her very angry with him. But even after all these centuries it still did nothing for her desire for him and she felt that return in strong waves, but she pushed it aside because she was going to just submit to him like that again. Was she?
 
Braxton frowned, his stony face somehow even more cold. "I have been away as well, but I would tell you all about it if you but asked" he said, moving closer to her, but not as close as he had been the moment before. His eyes wandered down her delicious body. He wanted to touch her again, to feel her inside again. A soft, longing growl escaped his lips at the thought of her soft body against his. He then turned his eyes to her's at her question. "I live here, I have for years" he told her. "I think the question here is what are you doing here, Arabella?" He questioned. "I havent heard from you in years and suddenly here you come crashing into me from the forest" Braxton said.
 
Arabella heard his growl and she felt her body tighten at the sound because she had always been intensely aroused by those sounds of his and he knew it. She took a step back and found herself against the trunk of a tree, and she felt as if she couldn't move at all. "Ask you about it, so I can hear about all the women you replaced me with?" she growled darkly, feeling her anger and desire entwining together, making it difficult for her to even think about what she is doing. "It wasn't like you actually gave a damn about where I went, now was it? Obviously you could so easily replace me, so what does it matter where I have been all these years?" she asked. She wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer, but the question slipped from her lips none the less.
 
Braxton smiled crookedly as she backed against the tree. He moved closer again, standing right in front of her, their two bodies nearly brushing together. He reached out one hand and touched her hair, his finger curling it round and round. "Replaced you? Are you a bit jealous my dear?" He questioned, then waved the question away with his free hand. "No matter, I didnt replace you. How could I replace the only vampire I have ever sired?" He asked. "It really is unthinkable." Braxton moved even closer, his body now able to feel the curve of her's. "You havent changed a bit" he said softly, his lips moving to her delicate neck, brushing over the two marks he had left on her so long ago.
 
Arabella felt her blood sing at the touch of his lips against her neck, one of the most sensitive spots on her body and she felt herself almost melt at the soft touch of his lips against her neck, knowing he was brushing his lips across his two teeth marks that he had left on her skin so many centuries ago. Although, as his words sank into her lust fogged brain, she felt something akin to relief pass through her heart. But she still did not forgive him for what he had done to her family and the fact that she was sure he had done nothing, but satisfy himself with other women and that only made her more angry. She felt a low growl sound in her own throat as she lifted her hands to try and push him away from her before he managed to completely seduce her pleasure depraved body. She had not had sex in many many years because it had always felt as if it were an awful betrayal to him, but it had not felt the same way for her. "And yet, I am sure that you have still managed to take many many women in my absence whereas I have not had sex in five hundred and eighty years, Braxton, and how would you feel if you had known that other men had touched me and taken what was yours? Hmm, how would you feel about that?" she growled at him.
 
He smiled softly when he felt her submit to him, making him all the angrier when she pulled away again. He listened to her words carefully, not wanting to hear her complain, only wanting to hear her moan his name out with pleasure. "Arabella, that was sweet of you...but honestly that long? You must be wanting some sex right now" he said, unable to keep amusment from his tone. "And yes, I have been with other women. But I said I hadnt replaced you, not that I hadnt slept with other women" Braxton said, his lips going to the spot of soft skin right under her left ear. "One word from you and I will never even look at another woman, I promise" he cooed in her ear, wanting her to let him take her. "I could show you my bed if that would make you more comfortable" he said, one hand moving to one of her thighs, caressing her gently.
 
Arabella felt her knees go weak as he pressed his lips against the soft and sensitive spot beneath her left ear, making a soft moan escape her lips against her will. The feeling of his strong hand pressed against her thigh and his body so near to hers making her want to die with the pleasure of it all. She felt slightly dazed at his next words, but the pleasure he was causing her body was making her a little more dizzy and unable to think straight. It had been so long since the last time they had been together and she could almost feel him inside of her again and that only made another soft moan escape her lips, her lush lips parting to take in much needed air as she became breathless. "W-why would seeing your b-bed make me comfortable?" she managed breathlessly.
 
Her reaction to him was more pleasing than he could say. She wanted him, it was very obvious. Braxton of course wanted her too, it was very obvious by the way his penis was started to bulge out, waiting to creep inside of her warm hole. He kept petting her thigh, his lips going to her neck again, kissing and sucking her neck for a moment before replying to her question. "Because a bed is more comfortable than the forest floor" he said, his hand moving further up her leg. "Anyways, it still needs to be broken in" Braxton informed her.
 
Arabella felt herself giving herself over to him again and she wanted to just let go and take him in her again, but she felt a bit of sanity return at his words and she managed to get out from between him and the tree. Her own desire scared her most of the time because of the intensity of it all and without thinking she started to run away from him. The thing was that she was forgetting that most male vampires love the chase best of all and she was quite thinking straight as she ran, trying to get away from her desire and the overwhelming sensations that he could make her feel, not realizing that this would only excite him more and that he would probably catch her.
 
A deep snarl rose in Braxton's chest as she ran, she remembered how he liked it best. The chase. It reminded him of hunting, except he would get something a lot better than blood with this prey. Braxton let her run ahead for a few minutes, very confident that he would easily catch up to her. He soon took off at a run, following her sweet scent. He wanted her, and nothing in the world was going to stop him from having her, even if he did have to pound her against the ground to do so. He saw her not too far ahead and smiled, increasing his speed. He then lept forward, tackling her shapely form to the forest floor. He flipped her body over, his large form holding her down. He moved his hands to her wrists, pinning her down. Braxton groaned softly as his cock pressed against her dress, a little of the pressure relieved.
 
Arabella felt something hit her back and she knew that she wasn't going to get away from him or from what she desired. She felt him turn her around and take her delicate wrists in his hands and pin her effectively to the ground. She moaned and actually arched her back, sending her chest flying into his and pressing her deliciously full breasts against his muscular and firm chest that was always so unyielding. She stupidly had forgotten how much he liked a chase and if she could've found another way to get away from him, she probably would be gone from his grasps. But that wasn't the case and he had her pinned down now and it reminded her of so many of those wonderful nights they had together, pleasuring and worshipping each others bodies until the sun came up. His body pressed against hers made her want him so much and she could feel his cock through his pants against her thighs and she felt her thighs spread open for him of their own accord and she felt her eyes widen as she tried to pull away from him again.
 
"Stop fighting me, Arabella" he groaned as he felt her legs spread beneath him invitingly. "You know you want this as much as I so you might as well enjoy it" he told her, keeping her pinned with one hand while he pulled down her dress with the other. He grew harder at the sight of her large breasts, how he had missed the sight. He let go of her wrists then, his hands squeezing and massaging her fleshy tits. Braxton then bent his head, sucking and nibbling on her breasts, his teeth clenching around her nipples and pulling every so often. He was like a starving man, attacking her breasts as if they were the only thing keeping him alive. He had missed her perfect body, and he intended to take all of it tonight.
 
Arabella felt the scream tear through her throat and escape her lips as the pleasure of his lips, tongue and teeth on her nipples. The feel made her want to her orgasm right there, her depraved body just starving for more, and without thinking what she was doing, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her crotch up against his bulging cock in his pants She felt her tiny, slender hands flex as he let go and she growled like a bitch in heat as she shut her eyes because the pleasure was so amazing after all this time that it felt as though, she were already floating on a cloud of pleasure and this was her euphoria. She felt her desire sky rocket for him at once and she wanted him so badly that she continued to grind her crotch against his cock, and was doing so hardly as well. Her hands moved to his messy, too long hair and gripped the soft brown strands hardly as she arched her tits up into his mouth, wanting to feel everything that only he could give her.
 
Her reaction was very pleasing. She wanted him, and that made her want her all the more. He groaned roughly as she started to grind on him, the feeling made his eyes almost roll back in his head before he closed them. He kept his mouth on her tit for a few more moments before using one hand to unbutton his pants, pulling them down along with boxers to reveal his thick erected cock, throbbing to be inside of her. "I am going to fuck you so hard you are going to be begging me to stop" he growled roughly, his hand now going to take his shirt off, pulling it over his head and tossing it somewhere on the forest floor.
 
Arabella lifted up onto her elbows and looked down at his cock, seeing it throb only made her body throb with desire and she stood up and completely removed her gown, her white lace panties and her boots before she smiled seductively at him and went over to him. She straddled his lap with him kneeling the way he was and rubbed her soaking wet pussy against the throbbing mass that was his cock. "Mmmmm, but you know that I only beg for more with you, or have you forgotten how insatiable I am." Arabella whispered against his ear. She let her fangs legthen and grazed them across the skin on his neck, and slowly licked the spot where she had grazed his neck. Whenever she was around him, she became quite the seductress and quite the little slut.
 
"Hmm...I suppose that is true" he said, shivering slightly as her fangs moved across his neck. He loved when she did that. Braxton let one hand run from her neck down her beautiful body, enjoying the view of her on top. Suddenly, he thrust roughly up into her, groaning as her warm folds enveloped him. He bucked his hips up quickly, sinking deeper and deeper into her.
 
Arabella felt him thrust roughly up inside of her and she moaned before tilting her head back and she smirked as she brought her hands up to her own large tits and started to squeeze the strawberry nipples there. She loved how roughly he could always fuck her, and she slowly started to rise up and down off of him. She timed it so that when he was coming up, she was going down and she slammed herself down onto his cock hardly. Her warm, wet pussy was dripping down his thick length and she felt as though she could feel her inner muscles milking his cock for all of his cum.
 
He smiled as she started to touch her titties, the view intoxicating. Braxton had almost forgotton how good it felt to be inside her tight little pussy. He reached up wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging her down and flipping over so he was now on top. He placed both hands on either side of her body, his palms flat against the forest floor as he pushed harder and deeper into her, his hips moving quickly to ram into her. He then moved his hands from the dirt to her breasts, keeping them pressed down as he jammed in and out of her.
 
Arabella moaned as he flipped her over and took control as he started to ram into her and she arched her back a little, but then he pressed his hands onto her breasts, which keep her back down since he was so strong. She felt almost as if the wind had been knocked from her lungs and she sighed as she arched her hips up to meet his thrusts, used to more fury from him than this. She smiled softly up at him, her fangs showing a bit as she did. "Hmmm, you don't really seem to be too into this tonight, darling. Maybe I should just go find someone else who will give it to me the way I like." she purred seductively. She was used him to him pounding her harder, deeper, and faster and he was used to him biting her skin all over just to let her know who was in charge, but he didn't seem like he was much like that anymore and she felt disappointment race through her.
 
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