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When Souria came to, all he could see was darkness. He was sitting in a chair, hands bound behind him. He heard voices off in the distance.
"The preparations have been made mistress." said a man with a coarse scratchy voice.
"Good. I'll handle things from here. You are dismissed." a soothing feminine voice replied.
Souria heard the door close as the sound of clanging armor faded off in the distance.
"Oh, looks like you're finally awake." the mistress said as Souria heard the clicking of her shoes approach.
Souria felt a heavy weight slowly come to rest on his legs. He could smell strong perfume in the air.
"I can't have you ending this war on me." she whispered into his ear.
"What am I doing here and what do you want?" Who are you anyway!?" Souria yelled.
"What's the rush? I was hoping you'd humor me more, but I guess I was wrong."
With that, she removed the blindfold. Souria saw a young woman sitting on his lap. Her short black hair fell around her shoulders, a few strands falling over her deep hazel eyes. Her face was flawless, as though she had found a way to keep from aging. She slowly leaned close to Souria.
"You have some real potential. Why not join forces with me. Our powers combined would make us unstoppable! What do you say?" she whispered as she leaned in to kiss him.
"I will not abandon my mission." Souria replied sternly.
"Are you sure there is nothing I can do to convince you otherwise?" she said as she began kissing his neck.
"No, you're not going to change my mind."
Her face turned sour as she got to her feet. A raven swooped down to her shoulder as she walked towards the door.
"I was hoping we could settle this the easy way. It seems I'll have to take a whip to that perfect body of yours. How unfortunate." she said with a laugh as she walked off.
[attempted escape scene]
Soura made his way to a large ornate door atthe end of the hall. As he opened it, he was blinded by the sunlight shining through. He slowly walked out into the empty courtyard.
"I'm surprised you made it all the way here without being found." a voice called from above.
Souria turned to see the mistress looking down upon him from the balcony.
"It wasn't that hard. This place is practically empty." Souria replied.
Oh, thats right, I forgot to mention I would continue my plans regardless of your cooperation."
"So why am I still here?"
"I thought I'd give you one last chance to tell me what I want to know." she said as she leaped off the balcony, landing in front of Souria.
"And if I refuse?"
She grabbed a massive chain off the wall of the fortress and began swinging the ends in front of her.
"If you refuse, I get to have a little fun with you." she replied with a devilish grin.
"I need the exercise, but before we do this, I'd at least like to konw the name I'll have to carve on your headstone." Souria said with a laugh.
"I might as well tell you my name. It's not like you will be leaving here alive. It's Marivel McVale. Knowing that I suppose you could die happy now."
"Who said anything about dying? I'll kill you and make my escape!"
Souria rushed forward hoping to catch her off guard. Marivel leaped back and sent both ends of the chain crashing down from above, knocking Souria to the ground. As Souria tried to get to his feet, Marivel swept his leg out with one end of the chain and landed a strong hit to the chest with the other end, knocking Souria back to the ground. Souria realized he was getting nowhere fast. He rolled away from marivel and quickly got to his feet.
Souria rushed in at Marivel again. She looped the chain around him and pulled the ends tight, pinning his arms at his sides. She began pulling him closer and close until they were up against eachother.
"Give up. You failed. There is nothing you can do to save your king now." Marivel said
"No, there is still time to warn him, there must be something I can do!"
"It's over. Stop wasting your time and just acknowledge the fact that it's hopeless."
"No, I wil never give up!"
Marivel slapped Souria across the face. She stared at him in frustration. As Souria stared back into her eyes, he noticed a slight hint of concern in her demeanor.
"You actually care about my well being don't you?" Souria asked.
"Don't flatter yourself. You're nothing mroe to me than a captive."
"Then why are you letting me live. If I'm useless to you, you would have killed me long ago."
"What are you getting at?"
"I think there's something about me you just cant resist. I think you've fallen for me."
Marivel slapped Souria yet again.
"You sure know how to push all the right buttons don't you." Marivel said through gritted teeth.
"Thats not all I know how to push."
Marivel gave Souria another hard slap, her face turning red.
"I swear, Ive reached my wits end putting up with your inane fantasies."
"If it's not true then why is your face turning red?"
"Because you're pissing me off!"
[back in the cell]
"So it's just you and me in this entire fortress then. So, what was that you were saying about love being unatainable for you?" Souria asked.
"As I said before, I have some issues...."
"What kind of issues?"
"Why am I even discussing this with you..."
Marivel's face suddenly went pale as she put her hand to her mouth. Souria watched as blood ran bewteen her fingers. Before long there was a small pool of blood on the floor. Marivel wiped the blood from her mouth and turned back towards Souria.
"Why now...." Marivel muttered.
Souria noticed she had grown a pair of fangs, which were still covered in blood.
"You seem to be taking this well. Most people would be screaming by now." Marivel said calmly.
She opened the cell and walked inside, closing the door behind her.
"I wonder if he even realizes what I am" she thought.
Marivel's eyes suddenly shot open. They began to glow with a crimson light as they narrowed into a lustful gaze. She slowly backed Souria into the corner of the cell. Licking her lips, she pinned Souria to the wall.
"Seduction isn't going to work. When will you learn that?" Souria said.
"I'm just thirsty." Marivel whispered as she leaned closer to Souria.
She rested her chin on Souria's shoulder, still pinning him to the wall. She started licking his neck, moaning in a state of euphoric bliss. She slowly made her way down Souria's neck. Just as Souria was about to say something, he felt a sharp pain stab through his neck. Souria slowly slid down the wall as Marivel sucked on his wound. After a few minutes, Marivel finally slid her fangs back out of Souria's and wiped the blood from her mouth.
"That's the best I've tasted in years. Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did." She said as she wakled out of the cell, closing the door behind her.
[Moonless night #2]
A loud crash roused Souria from his slumber, as he sat up in a panic. Marivel had slammed the cell door behind her as she entered. Her eyes radiated once more with a crimson light.
"I adore that look of terror on your face. Now, come here." Marivel said in a bonechillingly sinister tone.
Souria stood in defiance, not moving a muscle.
"I said come here, slave!" Marivel said as she rushed towards Souria.
Marivel slashed at Souria with her claws, but he nimbly jumped to the side.
"Bad timing, worthless human scum." she muttered as she reached out with her other hand and grabbed Souria by the neck.
"Marivel, you can control this, fight it."
"You don't understand. She doesn't want to fight it. And who said you could call me by name, dog! I am your master, understand!?" she yelled as she spit in Souria's face.
She sunk her fangs into Souria's neck, but he squirmed and struggled to break free of her grip.
"Stop struggling, you're only making this harder on yourself!" Marivel said.
She dug her claws into Souria's neck, widening the wounds. Pinning souria to the ground, she licked the blood from her fingers. Her eyes lit up in excitement as she remembered the taste of his blood. She quickly moved towards Souria's neck and began sucking the blood out of his wound. Marivel was in a state of pure sadistic ecstacy. She sat up, still pinning Souria down, and began playing with his wound again. As he opened his mouth to scream, the leaned in and kissed him. He could taste the blood dripping off her tounge as it moved around his mouth. Totally helpless to her will, Souria realized he could do nothing. The tase of his own blood began to make him sick.
Marivel left the cell and made her way back upstairs. Soura's vision began to blur and he collapsed.
[3rd feeding sequence]
Souria awoke sprawled across a luxurious bed. After the previous night's events, the silken bedsheets were a nice change of pace. It felt as though he was in a dream. As Souria sat up, he cringed in pain. The bite marks still hand not healed. As he examined himself, he realized he and the bedsheets were covered in dried blood. he got to his feet and made his way towards a door in the corner of the room. As he opened the door, he was met by a blast of steam. He slowly made his way through the room, stumbling around blindly and strugling to see ahead of him. He eventually reached a hot spring. Feeling the need to rid himself of the repugnant stench of blood, he disrobed and made his way into the spring. He breathed a sigh of relief as he began washing the blood off his body.
"Finally awake I see. For a while I thought I had accidentally killed you the other night." Marivel said.
Souria could just barely make out her shilluete through the steam as she approached. She walked over and sat down in front of him. As the steam cleared, Souria's face turned red with embarrasment.
"What's the matter? You look like you've never seen a woman before. Well, knowing you, that's probably the case." Marivel said.
Souria's eyes stayed fixed on Marivel's as she gave him a seductive grin. Souria started to sweat as she moved closer to him. Unable to control himself any longer, Souria allowed his eyes to wander, looking over Marivel as she rose to her feet.
"I see seduction is finally working on you. I guess I just needed to get you in the right place." She said.
"You already killed the king. Why are you still trying to seduce me?"
"Can't a girl have a little fun?"
Marivel leaned towards Souria's neck. She put her hands on Souria's face as she started to kiss him.
"It isn't a moonless night, hell it's the middle of the day! What's gotten into you?"
"Remember when you said there was something about you I couldn't resist?"
"I think so. What does that have to do with anything?"
""Still dense as ever, aren't you. I think you were right. There's something about you, about your blood, it just drives me mad. it calls to me." Marivel said, licking her lips in hunger.
Her eyes began to glow with that familiar crimson light as her fangs grew in, covered in blood. She leaned in and bit Souria before he could escape. She wrapped her arms around him, fully embracing the glorious flavor of his blood. She opened her mouth and slid her fangs out of Sourias neck and leaned to the other side. As she bit the other side of his neck, the began rubbing her hands over the wound. She pinned him to the wall of the spring with her body as she began to massage Souria's chest with his own blood.
"I can tell you're repulsed by this, but you can't help but feel this strange sense of pleasure. You don't want me to stop, but you can't help but feel guilty for enjoying this. Pay no attention to your mind, let passion be the judge of you. All you have to do is sit back and relax. It will make things easier for the both of us."
Souria continued to resist as Marivel leaned towards him again. She quickly overpowered him and moved in towards his neck.
"You know I'm going to get my way eventually, so whay don't you just stop struggling so this will go faster?" Marivel whispered into Souria's ear.
With that, Souria once again felt the familiar stabbing pain of Marivel's fangs piercing his flesh. Souria slowly relaxed his neck, letting the blood flow through his wounds. The water soon became clouded with blood as it ran down his shoulders.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Marivel said with a cheerful smile.
Souria's eyes grew heavy and his body grew weak. As he passed out, he fell forward into Marivel's arms.
Souria awoke to find himself once more on the luxurious bed in the guest room. He got out of bed and walked to the door. To his surprise, it was unlocked. Souria made his way through the fortress in hopes of finding a way out. he wandered through the empty halls, completely and utterly lost. He reached a large door, which was covered with engravings of roses. Souria slowly opened the door and walked inside.
He was surrounded by total darkness, barely able to see the ground in front of him. He pressed on, hoping it would lead to a way out. As he snuck forward, he caught his foot on something and fell forward. He felt someone grab his collar and lift him to his feet. Souria looked up to find himself face to face with Marivel.
"We both know I have some unexplainable attraction to you, but I didn't know you felt the same way." she said jokingly.
"It's not what you think." Souria stammered.
"I know, but seriously, what the hell are you doing in my bedroom."
It was then that Souria noticed Marivel was wearing a thin black nightgown, and was sitting on a large bed fitted with crimson sheets.
"I'll just let you get back to sleep then." Souria said as he began struggling to get away.
"You're not going anywhere." she growled.
Marivel regrabbed Souria's collar. Souria froze in terror as he felt Marivel breathing down his neck.
"Get over here." she said grimly as she pulled him up onto the bed.
Souria's eyes darted around the room looking for a way to escape. Marivel grabbed his face and turned it towards her.
"First off, you never enter a woman's room without permission. You're lucky I'm in a good mood or you wouldn't be alive right now. Second, I hate, and I mean HATE, having my sleep disturbed. I've slain my own minions for waking me. For them, death was a pleasure that came only after I rid them of their sanity!"
"But I had no idea this was..." Souria began.
"Silence you insolent whelp! I would advise you still your tongue, before I am forced to do it for you!" Marivel yelled with such ferocity that even the fiends of hell would tremble in fear.
"Now, ignorance is no excuse, and there will be concequences for what you have done. It is time you felt pain beyond no other. I will make you wish for death, long for a way to end the torture." Marivel said as she climbed on top of Souria.
She quickly dug her nails into Souria's back.
"You know, it would be a shame to ruin these sheets by doing all this here." Souria pleaded, hoping to get Marivel to stop.
"How the hell do you think they got to be this shade of crimson in the first place you dolt." Marivel said as she slowly tore her claws through Souria's back.
"This is going to be just like the last moonless night, isn't it?" Souria gasped as Marivel dug her knee into his side.
"My instincts are tame compared to when I'm angry." she growled as she put more preassure on Souria's ribs with her knees.
Souria began gasping for air as he felt one of his ribs begin to crack. He reached up at Marivel, hoping to pull her off of him. She grabbed his hand and snapped his ring finger as though it were a dry and withered twig. She smiled with glee at Souria's screams.
"I'm going to enjoy breaking you, piece by fragile piece." Marivel snickered as she snapped another one of Souria's fingers.
Souria's screams echoed through the fortress as Marivel's rutheless torture continued. She stopped for a moment and began rubbing her head in pain.
"All this screaming is starting to give me a headache." Marivel said as she leaned over to her dresser.
She grabbed a nightgown out of the drawer and crumpled it into a ball. She shoved it into Souria's mouth to muffle his screams. Marivel then grabbed Souria's ankle and gave a swift kick to his leg, snapping it in two.
"I guess it's finally time to end this punishment." Marivel said as she leaned in, a hungry look shining in her eye.
Souria managed to force the nightgown out of his mouth.
"Do you have to end things like this? I still haven't recovered from the other day. Please give me a rest for once." Souria protested.
"You already know my answer, yet your mouth still moves."
Marivel pulled Souria up to her and begain her vampiric, bloody embrace. She sunk her fangs deep withing Souria's neck, licking up the blood as it trickled down his shoulder. She quickly silenced Souria's screams of pain with the night gown, and began digging her claws into Souria's back. Battered and broken, Souria finally went limp aas he slipped out of consciousness.