(( OOC: Rp with Axel Continued and posted for your viewing pleasure. ))
Satire Meresankh: Hooded eyes watched Axel as he took his drink. A small hiss of pleasure escaped through her pursed lips at the initial feel of his fangs gliding through her flesh. There was no pain, there never was for her and she smiled. He seemed to take such care with her, and that was admirable. Perhaps this wouldn't be such a bad deal after all.She could see his enjoyment and laughed lightly before she spoke softly. " Enough. " She had allowed him a few good swollows of her vitae before speaking, knowing he didn't even need that much. Now she would see if he would earn his trust and the next drink to come.
Axel Graves: Excitement saturated his sense of reality, his sense of the here and now. He wanted it, denied it until now. The euphoria of what he was offered, what he was given and what he had taken. The life giving blood of this mysterious walker of the night, of this pale piece of flesh, perfection personified. He wouldn't stop, he couldn't stop. Those eyes, narrowing orbs of raw yellow delving into the deapths of serial want. His grip tightened, fingers compressed against her flesh, her arms, holding it, holding her in place. The feast continued with every convulsion of his throat, her fingers so close perhapse even touched that lump in his throat, allowing Satire to feel her own life giving blood traveling into the pits of this addicted toy.
Satire Meresankh: Raising a brow, she reached out with her other hand slowly, methodically. She lightly stroked the side of his face before reaching behind his neck and entwining her fingers in his hair. She yanked, hard and pulled as she tilted her head looking down to him. " Enough Axel.. " she said again in a slightly more aggitated tone. " Prove yourself and release me or I will slay you where you kneel. " The warning came out a feral growl, for he was pressing his luck. She was growing more irritated by the moment. It wasn't the fact that he was taking her blood, but the fact that he hadn't listened. If he wanted another drink, he was certainly going about it the wrong way. This was his last chance, she would strike and strike hard if he refused to release her.
Axel Graves: Resentment, rejection filled his here and now. He didn't know, he didn't know what to do. His tongue played, toyed with her flesh before he finally, slowly began to release her flesh from his fangs but her own arm was not released, his tongue ceased to play with that limb but she was not released from his grip, his eyes allowed their violent structure to meet her features but she was not released, and in that time more of her vitae became the object of his saturation.
Satire Meresankh: Fingers relaxed slightly, still entwined in his hair as he removed himself and ceased drinking from her. Though, his continued hold on her arm caused her to narrow her gaze and tug at her arm. " Release me. " the tone spoken was soft, enchanting and with any luck would bend him to her will. She hid that anger that boiled deep inside, waiting, begging to surface. Satire watched him, a sparkling gleam in her eye, as if daring him to challange her further. She was not pleased, not at all. She said nothing else, simply waited. If he was smart, and she hoped he was, he would release her and step back. If not, the beast inside would claw it's way to the surface and that would not bode well for him. Not at all.
Axel Graves: But was he smart? Indeed, he spent centuries under the boot of his prior mistress, honed to her own vision of perfection. Hexavia Enthril, Hex Necrothornn to him was perfection, perfection until she disappeared leaving her pet to fend for himself, and fend for himself he did, in the death of hundreds of female vampires which satiated his thirst, but this was the first to actually awaken before he had his feasting, could he prove victorious in a fight, a quarrel against her? Typically no, but he was above all resourceful and finally, finally released her hand, her arm, her body. But he did not rise from betwixt her legs, her knees. Finally allowing his tongue to glean from betwixt those thin lips and remove any trace of this womans blood from them
Satire Meresankh: With a curt nod, she brought her wrist to her lips and suckled it for a moment, the small puncture wounds closing as she did so. Those vibrant eyes never left his as she did this, all the while wondering what he was thinking. Clearly, it was his intention to get to her before she woke, but he had faltered and assumed she would be in that dark sleep. Shaking her head, her knee bent, her right foot coming to rest against his chest for a moment. " Next time I ask you to stop, I suggest you obey me. Of course, that's if I allow you another drink. " With a violent push at his chest with her foot, she started to rise. Her intention was to knock him on his ass and move away from him before she gave him a sound throttle.
Axel Graves: Allowed that foot to meet his chest, still wallowing in the throes of that lust driven feeding, being allowed to feed. The ultimate form of submission for this or any other ghoul. On his knees, feeding from his captor at only their will or want. Slowly he'd allow his gaze to linger to this womans eyes, those narrowed beads of yellow twisting in a tyrade of what could only be called diluted green. He'd allow his fingers to rise, his hands, his didgits making that all to soft, even gentle touch amongst her foot, holding it, embracing it and even rubbing it against his chest and in the end using it as a form of altered balance from the shove he knew was coming. He would remain on his knees before this woman.
Satire Meresankh: As his hand brushed against her foot and he rubbed his chest against it she snarled and pulled her foot from his grasp pushed herself up. Standing on the pew, she took a few steps before dropping down and looking back to him. " That is just sick.. don't touch my feet. " She shivered, what was this guys problem? Rolling her eyes she moved away from him and leaned back against the opposite wall. " Tell me, what exactly is it you want from me? Because I have to be honest, I'm not impressed thus far with you or your actions. I think you need to get over what has scorned you and either learn to trust or be on your way with your sampling. "
Axel Graves: "Now you see.." he said still on his knees, looking up at this woman, no hate, no resentment apparent in this verbal lashing she implied apon him.. "I don't really think either of us want that." And finally, finally he allowed himself to find his feet beneath him and stand, delivering himself to those booted appendages staring at, advancing on, moving towards Satire. Something about him seemed almost ominous, drawn too, tempting of, he had her blood, he had his strength back and with it an all to unfaimiliar air of confidence was born.
Satire Meresankh: With a laugh she watched him come closer and shook her head. " Do not assume you know what I want. I was fine before you came and I'll be fine long after you are gone. So you see, I don't care either way. " The way he walked, the shift of his body caught her attention more than anything. She could see this renewed confidence and smiled. Good. At least he wasn't the simpering, begging sort anymore. That was rather annoying. This side of him she could handle, but certainly not the assumptive part. That would have to be curbed.
Axel Graves: And finally he greeted her with his own provocative gaze, his alluring presence standing over her, his shadow falling over her frame, outlining her in darkness. "Your right, I don't know what you want, but I can be.." His fingers came up if only to touch, carress her right cheek with the back of her fingers until they came down to the curvature of her neck. "Persuasive..." That last word fell from heated breaths, the sweet, almost exotic scent of his breath flowing not only against her face but impossibley around that frame, as if tempting her to submit.
Satire Meresankh: Well didn't that reaquainted confidence come forth in an alluring way? Reaching up, she pushed his hand away. Not harshly, but tenderly as if dismissing a child. " Keep your persuasive ways for the girls huh? I'm not interested now, nor will I be. I believe it is time for you to leave. You try to intimidate me, but it will not work. " Forcing a smile she scooted away from him and turned to look at him over her shoulder. " Why don't you run along and leave me be. When I have need of you, I will find you. "
Axel Graves: Crashed and burned, he took a hit to the ego there and it was fealt in every pore of his being, how she regarded him as insignificant, how she looked down apon him and dismissed his bold attempts at rekindling what it was that allowed him that drink, that oh-so seductive drink. He needed another! He would not be denied, he would not give up, not now not ever! And thusly he followed this woman, this woman that stole his heart with that drink, the effects of it still wearing on him, still taking their place, their hold. Infatuation slowly beginning to dwell, a masque of affection beginning to strangle his senses and sensibility. "Fealty isn't what you want, the seductor isn't what you want.. What do you want?" He would do..anything for another drink, for this woman.
Satire Meresankh: " Oh I want your fealty, but you go about giving it the wrong way. You over induldge yourself which tells me you can't control your lust and love of the blood. As for seducers.. I've had my share in the past and with that experience I've come to learn I don't need it. They only end up hurting you in the end and adoring your siblings more. You want me trust? Earn it. Plain and simple, to the point. You want another taste, earn that too, but it will not be tonight. You have had your first drink, I am sure that is enough to hold you for a few days. "
Axel Graves: Touched, scorned he felt it in his heart and more, his very soul burned with those words and for seconds he wondered if he made a mistake, he questioned if this is what he truly wanted and then...those questions, those thoughts became non existant as he was tempted with words of another drink, with words that hit him in places beyond the mortal mind, with words that etched the taste of this womans blood in the very core of his heart and soul, he wanted more, and the way his words came out assured her it was what he truly wanted. "How...how can I earn it....?"
Satire Meresankh: Satire could see the need, the desire in his eyes and smiled inwardly. Just how did he earn that trust? That second taste? Remaining silent for a moment she just studied him, ideas running through her mind. Finally she smiled. " If in a few days, you have proven you are loyal, I shall grant you another taste. If you refuse to release me when I say, that will be it. There will be no second chance for that final binding drink. The way you feel right now will lessen as time passes, and that will show me what to expect of you. Now, tell me... what exactly is it you want from me? "
Axel Graves: The blood rushed, warm, heated veins pumped the life giving essence of Satire through the very core of his being, her radiance, her power, her lust swelled with in him, another taste, a need for more yet he found himself incapable of forcing it from her, incapable of taking her with out her will. To a raise a hand to this monument of perfection would be sacreligious in his eyes and yet he desired, he wanted, he needed more. The pressure on his fingers turned knuckles red, red from the impression of the fists formed at his sides, flexing fingers jumping in and out of that closed hand expression. So close yet so far away, all he had to do...was reach out and take what he wanted. The first drink... the worst of all three, un-tamed, unable to control the flooding of emotions, yet unable to bring himself to take her, worse than the bond itself. Silence graced those lips, yet those eyes spoke volumes where words were lacking.
Satire Meresankh: Ah yes, she could see his iritation growing and chuckled. His reluctance to give an answer didn't surprise her, for she honestly hadn't expected one. He was fun to toy with, at any rate. With a soft nod, she laughed harder. " Very well, keep your desires to yourself. Someday you shall tell me. But know this, if we continue with the bonding, I will not be like the last mistress you had. I shall not abandon you. " She shrugged a bit and walked away from him yet again. " I'd simply kill you. " she threw at him as she moved back to the pew she had previously sat upon and once more settled herself upon it. Bringing her right leg up, she crossed it over her left and spread her arms over the back of the wooden seat and glanced to him. " We'll play your game for now. "
Axel Graves: Those ignited eyes stared volatiley at the woman before him, she claimed she would be his mistress, she decided to keep him, or did she? His heart beat, thumping in his rising and lowering chest. Unlike his vampiric relatives he needed to breath. Steps were taken to assure him that her words were bound and true, that she didn't toy with his mind, with his heart, with his life in those meandering moments. She would be joined on that church pew, so close to her exotic flesh. The cold touch of her body shivered beneath his flesh, the delicious scent of what lie beneath. He would feel it, taste it, touch it again. All he had to do was waite. Her warning, her promise of death seemed to have near to no effect on this creature, such was the mask of the forming bond.. one drink into slavery or love, torture or extasy... where would he be lead?
Satire Meresankh: Yet again, no words came forth from Axel and she wasn't entirely surprised. Though, some sort of retort or answer would be nice once in a while. Is this how their relationship would be? How dreadfully boring. As he sat near her, she merely watched him, wondering what went through that oh so intelligent mind of his. He wasn't stupid, she knew that. She knew what he wanted, yet was pondering if she could give it. What would it be like to have someone like him at her side? Whom she could talk with, and actually have an intelligent conversation. Deciding that she was bored already, she chose to try something new. Her leg undraped itself from her other and lay across his own, her right hand coming up to play against his chest. " Talk to me, tell me what it is you want. "
Axel Graves: What he wanted, and then it clicked. Was she asking him what he wanted, what he truly wanted instead of being told what he wanted, being told what was best for him, being told how to please his mistress. This woman was asking him what HE wanted. And at the same time he was wondering like she, if he could give her what she wanted, no he wasn't wondering if he could, he was deciding how he would, deciding what he would do. He felt the softness of her leg drape against his own, securing him in that pew next to her, he could feel the lightness of her weight holding him down and yet he relished this moment, cherished it when her fingers splayed against his exposed chest, crawling against that taut flesh. She would feel it before she saw it, his fingers touching, lying 'pon the smooth curvature of her inner thigh. Tensing against that soft, sensitive flesh. "I want to make you happy, I want to accompany you, be with you. I don't want to be abandoned again.. I want to live forever.."
Satire Meresankh: Her eyes closed for a moment as his small surrender to her actions pleased her. When his hand rested upon her thigh, they flew open and she looked to him in question. She made no motion to move his hand, none to push him away and as he spoke she sighed. " I asked what you wanted from me, what you wanted to do for me. Do you not have a mind of your own? Your own wishes for your life? Or do you simply live to please the mistress who commands you at any given time? Surely one such as yourself has something they desire more than pleasing another. Although, I'm not opposed to not being pleased, I do so like to be satisfied. " She gave him a small wink before she fell silent, falling into thought.
Axel Graves: What he wanted..? What did he want? He foregot his prior life, those memories stripped away by his former mistress, though he had no idea she had done such a thing, he just never thought about it, about what he at one time was. And now those thoughts were gone, gone for ever. He knew nothing, nothing but what his former captor wanted and what he did for her. And then his other hand came down to meet the upper portion of her inner thigh, where it too joined in the kneading od that delicate sensitive flesh. He had no answer, but he knew she wanted one, and he could sense in a way she was tiring of his jumping around her inquiries. "It was an experience being kept by her, and it was even fun being alone, being allowed to live my own life, but now... being here with you has opened my eyes to the possibility of...being an equal with someone I might one day call my lover."
Satire Meresankh: Well, that was certainly not the answer she had expected, and she hoped it was honest. At least that way, she could give him some credit for it. As his hands began to kneed her flesh she pulled her leg gently from him and dropped it to the ground before turning herself to face him. " I see. Being an equal is a good thing, at least in some people's eyes. Then there are those that completely disagree and always think they are better than everyone else. Perhaps this might work out after all. Then again, the fact that you evade my questions so easily is rather amusing. Maybe in time you will learn you can speak your mind without fear of rejection. I prefer honesty over deception. Althouh, every once in a while a good deceit is fun. " she laughed and just stared at him with a tender smile.
Axel Graves: "Do you think your better than everyone else?" He was sincere in asking that question, he wanted to know, perhapse for his own personal reasons, how much easier would it make him to work around what he was beginning to devise in his head, how to treat, react and manipulate this woman for his own future endeavors, the thought didn't even cross his mind of how incapable he would be of such a task once he tasted the second and third drink, just how hers he would be.
Satire Meresankh: With a soft shake of her head she answered his question. " Nay, I do not. For to think of ones self better than everyone else is to play the fool. " Never once, in her existance did she presume to be better than anyone. She might have been told she was, but it wasn't her way to think such a way. She was a laid back type, or at least she use to be. Besides, hadn't the past shown her that she was infact not better than anyone else? She would never be better than Atra, and that didn't bother her. For to think of yourself better than anyone at all was a downfall, a major one. To Satire, it made one appear weak and assuming.
Axel Graves: Sighed, those words were reassuring but at the same time they brought new emotions, mixtures of feelings to the surface, he expected, no he knew this woman would be better than him, better than everyone else, but those words rang through and through to what lie beneath the spectrum, what had been beaten into every ounce of his being, that he was below any female. Even the dead, the ones he killed he felt were better than him, and now he was being told otherwise. Silence, quiet assumed his position as he looked, almost longingly into this womans eyes, gauging her speach, was she being sincere?
Satire Meresankh: Holding his gaze for a moment she remained silent. Finally, she pulled her gaze from him and rose. She moved across the room towards the door where she pulled it open and leaned against the doorframe, her back to him. She stared out into the waning night, knew that sunrise was coming soon and sighed. She wondered what Colvin was doing, and if he was okay. Then she scolded herself mentally at why she even cared. But she did, he had called her and she had answered. Now she had Axel to think about. What was the reasoning to his question? It seemed sincere enough, yet was there an alterior motive to it's asking? Shaking her head softly she closed her eyes and rested her head against the wooden frame of the door.
Axel Graves: "You know.." He said quietly, allowing himself to rise from the pew in much the same manner as she. "The day will be coming soon, and unlike me you can not survive in it, but I'll be here when you awake. I'll be here through out it's harsh hours, waiting for you.." And with those words coming to a close Satire would find herself once more playing privy to his touch, his fingers tracing the curvature of her shoulders before he allowed his chin to rest amongst their frame, looking into the night much as she did.
Satire Meresankh: The closeness that he provided unsettled her a little, but she made no move away from him just yet. With a slow nod she looked to the sky for a moment and smiled. " I can walk in the light of day if I chose, I just don't do it. " Her voice was soft, relaxed and tender. No harshness, no more fight left in her. She was tired, and somehow, knowing he would be near made her feel a little better. Then again, he had tried to dig her up with intent to kill her while she rested. Satire had just been lucky to gain the element of surprise. Finally, moving away, she turned and faced him. " I shall meet you here when I rise. " With that she gave him a smile and stepped out of the church. He would not find her when she took her rest. After a few steps, the shadows claimed her and carried her away to her new sleeping place and as she settled into the earth and that dark rest finally took her, she had one thought on her mind. Just how much could she trust Axel?