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Lucien Laviscount

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Cassius didn't spare her much attention as she blathered on, momentarily caught on the idea of a literal ship rather than the metaphorical one he'd referenced. It was noise - a soft droning at the edges of his focus. Most of which was consumed by the far more pressing task of ignoring the way her scent increased the burning hunger from his own somewhat voluntary blood loss, sharpening it, driving it deeper. He muttered a distracted, "I'm sure you would, princess," but didn't engage further - too busy keeping the beast inside leashed to bother.

Curious little fingers wandered up his chest uninvited. Cassius dropped his gaze, watching the careless flick of a button, one of several securing the dark blue fabric of his dress shirt down the planes of his torso. A few at the top were already undone ( he so rarely bothered with the buttoned-up, suit-and-tie look when he didn't have to ), but judging by the coquettish way she batted her lashes at him, more would come undone soon.

The blood haze had really done a number on her. Not surprising, considering how much she'd consumed. If he'd fed properly before this, he might have been able to enjoy the whole display, let himself savour her eagerness, without the raw, acidic gnaw of hunger chewing through his composure. Still, he could at least appreciate the scene, especially the thought of how she'd react when she woke and remembered how cozy she'd made herself in his arms. "No?" His voice dripped honeyed mock innocence, head tilting just slightly. "What if telling me is the only way to make those fantasies come true?"

Wicked humour sharpened in the dark depths of his gaze as he watched her fingers work another button loose, the heat of her human skin brushing the cooler surface of his chest. His eyes gleamed like polished steel, reflecting the soft glow of chandelier light from above as they stepped into the grand room at the top of the stairs. It coated the roaring hunger lurking beneath, tempered it, but only just so. Just enough to keep his fangs tucked in, his sinful grin smooth enough to feign civility.

"I'll admit, willing and eager is a pretty good look on you, babygirl," he drawled, a playful warning slathered in thick syrup. "Openly trying to tempt me into some very ungentlemanly behaviour." This time, he didn't look away, eyes locked on hers as he navigated the intricate layout of this level, headed straight for the room he knew was hers. Her fingers wandered higher, shameless now, as if she sensed her window rapidly closing.

His head tilted, tongue sliding lazily across his lips once more, tasting the heady iron-laced aroma clinging to every inch of her, including the finger now settled right beneath his jaw. A low growl, deep and ravenous, vibrated at the back of his throat, skirting the limits of what might pass for human. Then, with only the slight narrowing of his eyes as warning, Cassius shifted his hold on her. In one smooth motion, tearing her fingers from his skin in the process, he slung her over his shoulder like nothing more than a sack of potatoes, one arm locking tight around her legs. "Have to take a raincheck on that performance, princess," he cooed, viciously sweet, as he turned a corner and finally reached her door.

Cassius didn’t hesitate. The door flew open beneath his hand, and in three long strides, he made his way deep inside the room, and tossed her unceremoniously onto the expensive sheets adorning her bed. The springs, though usually soundless, creaked faintly under the force of her landing. When their eyes met again, red was bleeding from the centre of his, slowly drowning out the dark brown. His smile curled slow and sharp on his handsome features - thin, predatory, balanced precariously on the edge of his restraint.

But this time, he didn't speak. Cassius turned on his heel, snapped the door shut behind him with a force that rattled the frame, and locked it with an audible click. And then, without so much as a whisper of sound beyond the door, he was gone.

SEMIRA HUMMED DAZEDLY , head rolling . " ship , i want to go on a ship , " she mused , lids batting dreamily as the fantasy of sailing away on a luxurious ship , cradled in the arms of her mistress , felt akin to that of a sweet lullaby . " you should take me sailing . i'd look pretty on a boat , " she murmured , every train of thought ridiculously derailed , distracted by the most meager of shiny objects . the most enticing one , however , being the mirth alight in his eyes . still nameless , as far as her memory was concerned , his blood unknowingly waxing the walls of her veins , pulsing through the conduits alongside a rich adrenaline that burned like amber beneath her painted skin .

she felt the vibrations of his amusement in the chest she was tucked up against , a hand lazily coming to rest on his sternum as an invasive finger traced the threads that fastened one of the buttons to his shirt , proceeding to them flick at it with the tip of a blood-soaked nail . " tell you ?? " the question as drawn out , soft as the satin pillows they dripped from , speckled with taunt . thick lashes batted once more , drooping lower as her lust-laden lids only seemed to sink lower as her longing intensified .

" it's no fun if i just tell you , " semira purred , the pad of her finger slipping beneath the gap between the first two buttons , feeling the tautness of melanin rich skin beneath . pointer twists , curling up , slowly working the fastener from its slot , then the one beneath it , with a practiced ease . effortless , despite the weighted blinking of her eyes and the gloss that coated them .

her eyes find his , and something in her belly knots tight , a pitched mew in her throat as a giggle blooms behind teeth that clamp down on the pillow of her lower lip . " you should just , , , " semira trails , touch venturing up the small , exposed patch of his chest before gently ghosting his clavicle . manicure hovers along the side of his throat , teases the sharp edge of his jaw ; " — let me show you . i'm veeeeery well trained in the art of performance . "

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Pounding you from behind in front of a mirror so you can watch me stretch your mouth open with my fingers and truly see just how pathetic you are.

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Fire, then. A feeble attempt at survival through defiance, woefully unaware that the monster before her thrived on it. It wasn’t expected, but it didn’t surprise him either. Thoroughly ill-advised, of course, but not unwelcome. He didn’t give her much of a reaction at first, merely held her gaze, allowing the flicker of cold amusement in his eyes to make its mark on her. To burrow deep and settle in the marrow of her bones. The kind of quiet, premeditated viciousness that made one thing clear; mercy was not in the cards for tonight - something the faint smirk curling his lips made damn sure to underline.

If she thought that bravado, the shaky armour meant to conceal her fear, would impress him somehow, perhaps win her some measure of respect, she hadn’t gotten the point of the cage through her pretty little head yet. Luke’s head tilted slightly, his gaze tracing the outline of curves barely concealed by the thin slip clinging to her skin. “I know I scare you, pet,” he spoke calmly, tone low and even, though wrapped around something sharp. “You’re not hiding it very well.” His gaze returned to hers, cold and steady. “And if I’d wanted you dead, you would have bled out in your bed hours ago. Like you were supposed to.”

Luke stood with the easy grace of someone built for violence, flipping the knife once before catching the hilt like it belonged there. “You’re here because I let you live.” Heavy boots echoed across the floor as he moved around her cage. “But that kind of mercy?” His voice dropped lower, rougher, the pad of his thumb tracing the hilt of his blade, “It comes with a price.” He stopped by the unlocked door, its heavy padlock hanging open like a dare. “You’ll call me Master - willingly - or I’ll make you scream it.” His lips curled wider, predatory satisfaction glinting in his shadowed stare, as though she were walking herself straight into the jaws of the beast. “Personally?” His tone was almost conversational as he leaned in a little closer, “I hope you make me work for it. But I’ll be generous; one more chance to show some manners, slave.”

Sunny felt the raw instinct to shrink away, to pull the thin fabric of her nightgown tighter around her and disappear into the walls. But she didn’t. Her spine stiffened instead, chin tilting up in a flash of stubborn fire that had nothing to do with bravery and everything to do with survival. If you act like prey, you become prey. That lesson, half-remembered from her wild childhood, thrummed through her veins louder than her fear. She dragged her eyes away from the glinting knife and leveled them right at him, biting back the tremble that wanted to creep into her voice. “You can shove your ‘good morning’ up your ass,” she said flatly.

The silence that followed was suffocating, stretching too thin, pressing into her chest until it hurt. Still, Sunny didn’t flinch. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. She could feel the panic clawing just under her skin, but she forced it down, masked it with that same stubborn steel that had gotten her through a thousand tiny heartbreaks, a thousand unseen battles. Her fists curled tighter in the fabric at her sides, white-knuckled. “You think you scare me?” she said, her voice low and trembling. “You’re just another coward with a weapon, trying to make yourself feel big.”

Sunny shifted forward, letting her bare feet touch the cold floor of the cage, refusing to let him see her as some fragile thing cowering on the cot. She stood, straightening to her full height, even if she had to tilt her head back to glare up at him through the bars. The nightgown clung to her, the light painted her in vulnerable shapes, but she held herself like she was wrapped in armor. “Go ahead. Hurt me. Kill me. Whatever the hell you think this is.” Her voice cracked and then steadied. “But I’m not calling you ‘Master.’”

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Lithe limbs draped over his shoulders, clinging to him like some lovestruck, drunken hussy, desperate for any scrap of his attention. All warm skin and languid curves. Cassius didn't lean into it, didn’t so much as glance her way, instead opting to keep his gaze fixed straight ahead in a deliberate effort to discourage any moves that might tug too hard on the frayed leash of his self-control. He knew all too well the danger of letting his focus slip.

"Mm, I think that ship has sailed, gorgeous." His words emerged low, a deep purr threaded with that ever-present hint of amusement. A jab, subtle but sharp, eluding to the fact that she was sullied now, tainted by his blood. It would leach from her system over the next few weeks, her body reclaiming itself drop by drop, but knowing Semira’s devotion to Celeste, it wouldn’t make much of a difference. Not really. It was a good thing, at least, that he had been the one to stumble upon her broken body tonight. Anyone else, and Semira would’ve been little more than damaged goods now. Worthless in a way that Celeste would never abide. That possessive streak was something Cassius couldn't relate to, but he’d long since stopped questioning his sister’s attachment to her pets.

"Somewhere safe," was all he offered when Semira inquired about their destination. His lips twitched with faint humour when her finger poked at the smooth angle of his cheekbone, but he kept his gaze fixed ahead, pointedly avoiding what he knew would be an all too inviting display: smears of scarlet, flushed cheeks, swollen lips and dark eyes alive with a hunger that wasn’t entirely hers.

His own hunger gnawed at him, fraying the edges of his control, tugging him closer to a line he couldn’t cross - not with Semira. The sweet purr of her voice, the chiming laughter spilling from her lips, the heavy scent of her blood - lingering like perfume - curled into his senses, fanning the burn deep in his throat. Fuck, he needed to eat, to sink his fangs deep into soft flesh and let the hot rush of blood, smooth and sweet, trickle down his throat, soothing that relentless ache. The thought alone sent his hunger coiling tighter, the hidden points of his fangs throbbing against the flesh of his gums.

He turned his head slightly, tongue sliding along the back of deceptively dull, human-looking ivory, his hunger clawing deeper - until her words, playful and sultry, reeled him back from the edge just as they reached the base of the stairs, anchoring him in reality. A rumble of laughter bloomed low in his chest, lips curling wider into a sensual smirk as he glanced down at the mischief glittering in her glazed eyes. One brow arched, mirth battling hunger in the shadows of his gaze. "That so?" He purred, each syllable curling rich and heady in the space between them, a heated presence lurking beneath. "Why don't you tell me more about these deep, dark fantasies of yours, princess?"

Was it cruel to toy with her like this, with her mind tangled in the drugged haze of his blood? Probably. But Cassius had never been one to concern himself with ethics - and tonight was already testing the limits of his mercy.

AS SHE OOGLED AT HIM , A KALEIDOSCOPE OF FRACTURED PIECES BATHED IN MOONLIGHT , a sense of familiarity washed over semira , , , however , through the thick perfumed fog in her mind , it was a task to try and make sense of the sensation . dilated eyes pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat , one who's thumping elevated as the man tipped his head down to meet her investigative touch , a kittenish smirk on her stained mouth as she hummed as his tongue brushed the eager , invasive pad of her pointer .

alas , her fun was cut short as he denied her — tying up his rejection with a pretty little moniker that knotted around his words like a decorative bow . semira puckered her lips as he turned down her offer , grabbed her wrist , and steered her prying manicure away . a whine sounded in her throat , the puffing of her chest like a displeased peacock , feathers ruffled with indignation . never in her right mind would she even consider straying from her mistress , loyally bonded to the vampiress in which she served . however , in this blissful fog , grappling with a magnetic pull that burned to resist , , , semira's thoughts , desires , and seemingly insatiable cravings were relentless . gnawing at her like a vermin were caged within her ribs , chewing on ivory in attempts to free itself from the confines of her bloodied chest .

" but my queen needs me clean , " she lamented , voice a songful sigh as it road the coattail of an exasperated breath , limbs liquified as they draped over him in not-so-subtle longing . breath caught when she was lifted , melodic laughter ringing once more , draping like fine silk over his arms as her head tilted back . a curtain of soddened , raven ringlets fell from her scalp , perfumed with the scent of dragon's blood incense and oxidizing metal , catching the moonlight like threads soaked in ink .

" where are we gooooinnngg ?? " semira drawls , lifting her head so she could rest it upon his shoulder , looking up at his profile through thick lashes as fuzz frames her vision . then , blinking , recognition befalls her . semira lifts a hand , poking her finger into the high-point of his cheekbone . " wait , , , i think i know you , " she states , words drawn as if she was considering them as they left the perch of her bloodied tongue , mischief in her eyes . semira purses her lips , scrunching her brows , before more laughter sounds — only this time , it's more lustrous . sultry and playful ; " you're the handsome man from my deepest , darkest fantasies . "

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Before  his  blood  had  slicked  her  lips,  her  chin,  dragging  tendrils  of  scarlet  down  the  pale  column  of  her  throat,  Semira  had  already  been  a  canvas  soaked  in  red.  The  vicious  tear  in  her  neck  had  stitched  itself  back  together,  the  deep  gashes  clawed  into  her  stomach  had  mended  in  the  same  miraculous  fashion,  but  the  aftermath  of  her  brush  with  death  clung  to  her  all  the  same.  Blood  seeped  through  what  was  left  of  her  little  black  dress,  shredded  fabric  barely  holding  itself  together  around  her  midsection,  dishevelled  and  torn  beyond  saving. 

Crimson  streaked  down  her  neck  from  where  the  wound  had  been,  painting  a  macabre  waterfall  over  her  collarbones  and  chest.  This  feeding  bore  the  crude,  ravenous  imprint  of  someone  young.  Someone  unchecked  and  stupid.  Cassius  didn't  recognise  the  scent  of  her  attacker,  but  as  he  watched  Semira  trace  shapes  in  the  air,  a  dazed  finger  inspecting  the  night  sky,  he  picked  apart  the  lingering  threads  of  that  scent  and  committed  it  to  memory.  Knowing  his  sister,  it  would  come  in  handy  sooner  or  later.

She  giggled,  her  head  rolling  against  the  firm  muscle  of  his  arm,  eyes  glossy  and  unfocused.  Cassius  let  her  be,  watching  in  silence,  gauging  the  depth  of  her  intoxication.  Her  fingers  found  the  sharp  line  of  his  jaw,  and  one  brow  arched  in  response,  amusement  flickering  through  dark  hues  as  his  lips  slowly  curled  into  a  wry  smile.  Her  voice  carried  the  unmistakable  lilt  of  euphoria,  ballooned  pupils  gazing  up  without  truly  seeing  him  through  the  haze.  "Yeah,  no  kidding,"  he  murmured  in  reply  to  her  first  claim.  Her  hand  fell  to  her  painted  pout,  red  and  inviting,  and  as  if  reminded,  Cassius  licked  the  streak  of  red  from  his  own  lip,  tongue  dragging  lazily  across  skin,  savouring  the  metallic  tang.  "Mmhmm."  The  hum  rumbled  low  in  his  throat,  amusement  dragging  along  the  edge  of  his  tone.  She  was  quite  wet  indeed  -  words  that  never  would  have  crossed  her  lips  around  him  if  she  were  in  her  right  mind.

She  leaned  back  against  him,  boneless  and  pliant,  eyes  fluttering  with  a  lustful  glaze  that  met  with  the  smug  pleasure  tinting  his  own.  At  least  this  turn  of  events  had  entertainment  value,  even  if  he  knew  Celeste  would  certainly  not  see  it  that  way.  Bloodstained  fingertips  pressed  to  the  soft  curve  of  his  lips,  curiously  bold,  and  Cassius  tipped  his  head  slightly.  Caught  somewhere  between  fascination  and  the  heat  growing  low  in  his  belly,  hunger  pounded  like  a  war  drum  beneath  his  skin,  spurring  him  on,  urging  him  to  undo  the  mercy  he’d  granted  -  to  take  back  every  drop  of  crimson  he’d  allowed  her  to  suck  from  his  veins. 

He  licked  his  lips,  the  tip  of  his  tongue  grazing  her  finger  in  the  process.  But  with  a  faint  shake  of  his  head,  Cassius  grasped  her  wrist  firmly  and  pulled  those  wandering  digits  from  his  mouth.  "As  fun  as  that  would  be,  princess,”  He  drawled  quietly,  voice  silky  smooth,  “I  got  a  feeling  your  queen  wouldn't  be  quite  so  appreciative  of  those  efforts."

With  the  fluid  ease  of  something  not  quite  human,  Cassius  rose,  lifting  her  into  his  arms  as  though  she  were  made  of  air.  One  arm  curled  under  her  knees,  the  other  bracing  her  back,  cradling  her  lithe  form  against  the  hard  lines  of  his  body.  Stepping  around  the  dark  pool  of  blood  congealing on  the  concrete  below,  Cassius  made  for  the  back  door  of  the  club  -  the  same  door  Semira  had  likely  exited  through  earlier.  He  walked  the  dim  hallways,  lined  with  doors  to  soundproofed  private  rooms,  catching  the  faint  sound  of  heavy  bass  thrumming  from  the  stage  room  in  the  front,  and  carried  Semira  with  him  towards  the  stairs  that  led  to  the  far  more  exclusive  levels  above.  

SHE DIDN'T KNOW WHERE SHE WAS , or how she had gotten here , but all semira knew was that she felt wonderful . the iron rich air wafting past her twitching nose was like a welcome kiss from the world she , miraculously , still inhabited . her lids were heavy , drooped as if laden with intoxication , blinking slowly up at the canopy of winking stars that speckled the sky above the ground she laid on . she was acutely aware of the stone force behind her , the one in which her languid form lay in the hold of like a rag doll , but she was too occupied tracing the constellations with the pad of her finger , not even noticing the way scarlet had dribbled down her forearm in thick , glimmering streaks . it had stained the front of her black slip dress , smeared across her clavicle , painting the length of her throat and the puffed petals of her lips — the tragically red portrait of a woman who had been nursed with the richest of wines , loopy like a milk drunk kitten .

a delighted laugh was drawn from the canaries throat , free from her cage at the expense of her untainted blood . warmth thrummed through her , buzzing like a swarm of honeybees , heart working overtime to make sense of the odd ruby platelets that had infesting her human blood . her floating hand falls back , finding something — someone — behind her . only now does she become mildly aware she is practically in someone's lap , fuzzy head rolling back as glacial eyes bore into that of her counterparts . the figure is fractured , like she's oogling at him through broken glass , and a knot forms between her brows as her rubber neck rolls once more .

" yooooou're not celeste , " her voice is a dangerous purr , riddled with mischief , an inebriated laugh floating on the air between them . semira's words are drawled , like the metal in her mouth was making them slippery . her fingers fall from their face , HIS face , and move to her own lips . confusion flashes in her stained features as she then looks at her blood doused hands , the way it has run to the crook of her elbows , soddened her clothes , , , then , she giggles . " oh no — — i'm wet . "

but it isn't a whine , more so an observation that puts the human into a tizzy , dropping her spine back atop the torso of the man seated behind her as an elated giggle rings from her , like a chorus of crystal bells . then , it dissolves into a hum that sits low in her throat , tilting her head back enough to blearily blink at him , simpering . whoever this man was , , , looking into his eyes made it feel like she had been stabbed , but in a way that was numbing . blissful . semira's voice is downright nefarious , blanketed in a want she displayed unabashedly as she drew the lower of her lips between stained teeth . her hand reaches out once more , feathering the line of his lips , having yet to recognize him ; " aren't you going to clean me up ?? "