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The Joy of the Hunt Ch. 02

By: Lotheriel



Welcome back to TJoTH!

This is another short-ish chapter (though longer than the last). Going forwards each post will be significantly longer than this though. Still building suspense. I feel in this case the build-up is absolutely necessary, not to mention madly erotic. After all, this is the joy of the hunt ;)

More detailed explanations and answers to questions posted by readers can be found among the comments. I answer directly there.

** This chapter contains suspense and mind-games, but no sex. **

Touched up and reposted Jan 18th, 2014. 

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Chapter 2 -- The Chase

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She couldn't believe her ears, no she simply could not believe what was happening. Although she thought that she had been scared silly before, that was nothing compared to how she felt now. He removed his lips from beside her ear and retracted his head enough for her to be able to see his face. The cool detachment she saw there chilled her blood and made her doubt she had ever really known him, *could* ever really know him. 

She had been prepared for death, or at least so she thought. Still, she was not prepared for what he was threatening now. Not from him. Not from the calm, cool, collected, handsome gentleman. 

Only, he wasn't that person right now, was he? The "handsome" was certainly still applicable, but the other epithets seemed to be misplaced at the moment. Looking into his face she could see only the Monster, an aroused monster at that.

The closeness of their bodies as he continues to press her against the door leaves her no room to doubt just how aroused he is. The bulge just lightly touching her lower abdomen, right next to the hand on her hip, is throbbing slightly and... twitching? At least it is moving enough for her to feel it straight through the fabric of his tailored dress pants. 

She tries to regain some semblance of control and manages to calm her breathing enough to get a question out; 

"Adrian! What do you think you are doing?" She means for her voice to sound strong and demanding, but what comes out is more of breathless plea.

He looks at her with amazement, perhaps leaning towards bewilderment, tinged with something akin to fondness; The kind of fondness someone holds for a prized possession, not for another person. She shudders as she realizes that in his mind he owns her. The shudder turns to a shake when it hits her that, for all intents and purposes, he probably *does* own her.

"What I am doing? I think I am about to... indulge." he states. His voice is as soft as crushed velvet, as hot as a winter storm, when he purposefully takes her question literally and answers it. 

"I think the time for restraint has come to an end and I am *doing* something about it." 

In contradiction to his words, he angles his body away from her and studies her with a bemused expression. 

"Fortunately, your actions have caused my desires and the necessity to... correct your ways to coincide. Yet another thing I could be thanking you for, it seems."

With these words he takes a step forward and, without ever releasing his iron grip on her wrists, glues his silk clad body against hers. His hips and thighs take over the role that the hand on her hip used to have, keeping her firmly in place. This leaves one of his hands unoccupied but not for long. Instead he takes full advantage of the situation as he reaches around her and grabs her firm ass, pulling her center impossibly closer to his. The impressive bulge of his rock hard erection digs into her lower abdomen and he slowly and sensually with no sense of shame at all, grinds himself against her while purring like a big cat. 

The deep purr is as much a physical feeling, a vibration that enters her bones, as it is a sound. It enters her soul and sings a powerful siren song for her to join in. Her knees go weak. At this point she might very well fall if he releases her hands, but that seems very unlikely to happen. Adrian is clearly enjoying her occasional feeble attempts to free her wrists.

At such close proximity it becomes overwhelmingly clear just how masculine he is, how powerful he is, how he will stop at nothing to get what he wants and how what he wants right now is... 

Her. 

She didn't sign up for this! Through the days and nights that she's been kept here he has never shown any overt signs of coveting her. In fact she has rarely seen him, except perhaps as an ever present shadow. And, of course, she has not been able to fail to notice him when she has tried to flee. Somehow he has shown an uncanny ability to pop up just as she's getting out the window, climbing over the fence or reaching the edge of the woods. Each attempt got her a little bit farther before getting caught; and so she kept trying. 

Right now that seems like a giant mistake, like she has played right into his hands. She can't hold back a small sob of fright at the look in his eyes. If it's his anger or his lust that scares her the most she does not know; at the moment it is hard to tell the difference. She draws a ragged breath and tries to regain some semblance of control. "Adrian..."

"Shhhhhh. Quiet, Little One." He says with a small smile. He towers over her with his head bent down to whisper in her ear, a finger lightly placed on her lips to complete the shushing. 

"You seem to be under the illusion that what happens next is in any way under your control. Let me tell you now..."

A brief pause follows before he continues, emphasis placed on every word t the point where doubting their validity becomes impossible. 

"It."

"Is." 

"Not." 

He flashes her a crooked smile before continuing his explorations down her throat, breathing in the scent of her as he goes along. He raises his head again and gazes deep into her eyes, while his smile slowly fades.

"You are so fond of running, my luscious girl. You really want to get away from here, don't you?" 

He seems surprised at the sudden insight. She can only nod, a tear slowly running down her cheek, dripping onto her exposed collarbone. 

"Well, that just won't do. Never let it be said I did not give you a fair chance.." Shaking off his reverie he is suddenly all business.

"Listen to me closely, because I will not repeat myself." 

After a brief pause where he looks at her imploringly she finally responds with the small nod he apparently needed to continue.

"In a moment I will let go of you and you will be free to run. From then on the clock starts ticking so I suggest you start running immediately. I will give you a five minute head start and if you manage to get to the edge of the woods before getting caught, I will let you go; I will even help you get back home. On this I give you my word."

If there is anything she knows about Adrian, it is that his word is sacrosanct. Her eyes widen in surprise as she takes in his words. 

"You would let me go? But... but why?" He sighs in exasperation, but still deigns to answer her.

"I have already explained this to you. Every prey deserves a fair chance. Even the human sport of game hunting is not performed with a machine gun, now is it?' He pauses, looking at her expectantly to agree with his sentiment. Again he seems pleased at her small, jerky nod and continues;

"Now, have you understood everything I just told you?"

She realises that she is prey to him, and although the thought doesn't surprise her she thinks *he* might be surprised at just how far she can get in her allotted time. With all the practice she has gotten from her escape attempts, five minutes should be ample time to get to the edge of the forest surrounding the estate. She looks him in the eye and nods slowly to confirm that she has understood.

"Well then. Off with you, my little deer! Run like the wind!" 

He flashes her another breath taking smile, releases her wrists and moves back from her hips. The suddenness of the movement causing her to nearly collapse on the floor, her knees still weak from the fear and adrenaline. 

"I wouldn't dally; the clock has already started ticking." He casually leans back against the wall and crosses his ankles while glancing at the near priceless Omega that adorns his left wrist.

"Four minutes and forty five seconds left." He arches a perfectly shaped eyebrow in an unspoken question; Did she want to get away or not? 

She gathers her wits about her, momentarily thinks about replacing her ruined shirt or grabbing a pair of shoes but quickly decides against using precious seconds of her remaining time. Instead, her mind made up, she bolts out the door, her feet drumming against the carpeted corridor floor.

She runs down the stairs, taking two, three, four steps at a time and reaches the great wooden front door, pulling it open. 

Or rather, she would have pulled it open if it hadn't been securely locked. 

"This is not playing fair!" she mutters under her breath while quickly scanning the entry way for other means of escape, trying to ignore the slight chuckle of amusement from upstairs, elicited in response to her words. Damn vampire hearing!

Looking around the opulent hallway she can see that the windows are all made of stained glass, the non-opening and quite priceless kind, where every piece of glass is set in lead. She quickly dismisses her first impulse to grab something hard and smash one of the windows in as she realizes the lead setting would remain as a spider web; keeping her locked inside. He may like to refer to her as a 'silly girl', but she is anything but unintelligent. This is when it strikes her, this is another test!

She leaves the hallway, purposefully stepping into the servant's quarters where she assumes, and hopes, the windows will be of the regular kind. Her efforts are rewarded right away. The hallway behind the door is lined with windows; all of them thin glass and on hinges.

Quickly looking around her, trying not to think of the seconds ticking by eating into her 5 minute window, she settles her gaze and then her hands on the nearest window; opening it as wide as it will go. 

Carefully, she slides out through the rather cramped opening. Immediately she finds herself in the rose shrubbery planted right below the window. The smell of crushed roses is extravagant, but at the moment all she can think about is how the wicked thorns have caught her clothes and the skin of her upper body and just how much pain not being delayed is worth. It's an easy choice. Thorn wounds will heal, if she is not caught again.

With this thought in mind she steels herself and tears her body from the grasp of the shrubbery. She can feel some thorns breaking off only to lodge deep in her skin, others stay on the branch and leaves long, oozing gashes before they release her. At this point she doesn't truly feel the pain. Her whole being is focused on the flight, where she needs to go, and the inner sound of the seconds ticking by.

She gathers her wits about her and sprints down the gravel pathway toward the front gate of the estate. For a moment she is grateful for the soft round stones that dress the path, at least her naked feet surely are sending her mind their thanks. Reaching the gate she pushes the button to open it. 

This time it comes as no surprise when nothing happens.

However, this is a scenario that she has been through before. Thus she doesn't have to search for another way to get over the walls, she just runs straight to the old oak at the edge of the garden. Swiftly scurrying up its' stem she evicts all thoughts of anything but the necessities for escape from her mind, promising to return to them later. Reaching the right branch she takes a graceful leap to land on top of the wall, at the exact place she landed earlier today. 

To her dismay, if not to her surprise, new shredded glass has been added to replace the pieces which she painstakingly removed during her previous attempt earlier in the day. Expecting this to be the case she manages to avoid all the shards but one upon landing. 

The one shard she cannot avoid slices deep into her foot. She bends down to remove it with a whispered profanity, but does not allow herself to feel the pain just yet. There will be time for that later.

The offending piece of glass removed, she shimmies along the edge of the wall to the point she recalls is lined with soft, leafy hazel bushes. Once she reaches the correct place she grabs a hold of the side of the wall and gently lets her body stretch along its outer surface, held up only by her fingers on the edge. When she feels she has reached a point of balance and is ready for the drop she lets herself fall, picking up speed before being intercepted by the non-thorny bushes. 

She stands up and quickly looks around; relieved she got another step done without speed limiting injuries. The glass shard was quite enough, thank you.

* * * * * Tick-Tock * * * * *

She tries to keep the thought of the seconds slipping away out of her mind as she takes aim on the line of trees nearest to her current location. There is a fairly large cleared area around the estate, but the forest line is still easily within reach by an extended sprint.

* * * * * Tick-Tock * * * * *

She focuses her sight on the nearest tree and takes off. She does as he suggested, she runs like the wind.

* * * * * Tick-Tock * * * * *

* * * * * Tick-Tock * * * * *

* * * * Tick... Tick... * * *

She has no explanation as to how she knows with such conviction, but the moment her five minutes are up her heartbeat accelerates. 

There is nothing to worry about, she tells herself. Mere seconds away from freedom. There is no way he will get from her room to where she is right now, at least not in the few seconds needed to reach the tree line. She tells her conscious mind this, while her feet keep running and her sub conscious is sending out every hormonal danger signal that evolution of man has created. Adrenalin and Cortisol are fighting for dominance inside her all-too-human body, allowing her to push herself beyond the normal physical limit. Terrified beyond words, she keeps running at full speed.

* * * Tick... [SILENCE] * * * 

She's nearing the trees now, close enough to make out the texture of the bark. When she is only a fraction of a second, mere steps away from safety, from freedom, she turns her head to force her racing, terrified subconscious to realize he is not there, right behind her.

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* * * * * * * * TOCK!!! * * * * * *

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The impact as she runs straight into a tree is profound. As she runs at full speed and force into an immobile object, her body bounces back violently and leaves her, breathless, on the grass. But she made it! She made it to the tree line!

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Or wait, did she? The bounce sent her back a few steps. Carefully peering to her left and to her right she sees no stems there. How could she not have noticed she was aiming straight for a tree before turning her head to glance behind her? A very uneasy feeling builds in the pit of her stomach and she slowly raises her gaze straight before her to glare at the offending tree.

It, no he, is right there. It takes her a moment to focus and realize that this is not a nightmare.

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'Hello there, Little One.'

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Another A/N about tenses;

This chapter mixes it up a bit, again on purpose. A more relaxed (past) tense is used when describing the surroundings and lighter notes. Present tense reappears when highly stressful events occur through Little One's eyes. 

The Joy of the Hunt Ch. 03



A/N: As per requests and constructive criticism, here is a much longer chapter. Should you be one of the people that voted 4 or less because of length, well - we're really close to the 4.5 average needed for the "H" mark, so maybe you could do something about that? (hint hint, nudge nudge, know what I mean?)

A huge apology goes out regarding the fact that I posted the wrong version of ch.1 and ch.2 - both un-betad, and our leading man even had the wrong name. Its only been mentioned a handful of times, so I hope it will not annoy anyone too much to switch it. Little One's captor is named Adrian, nothing else.

LO (Little One, as Adrian calls her) struggles in this chapter, both with what is done to her and with her own reactions.

Finally: In my initial outline there is one more chapter before the prequel/flashback that tells the story of how LO ended up with Adrian, but I will let your votes guide me. I will have chapter 4 (continuing the story where we are) and chapter 5 (prequel) both ready to go as this gets published. Whichever one had the most requests after 24 hours is the first to get posted. Fair?

Now, on with the story!

/Loth

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She opens and closes her eyes a few times in rapid succession, wishing with every blink that he will be gone the next time her eyelids open. It never happens. He is right there. Not only that, he is completely present and overpowering, like the sun on a hot day. He leans forward and extends his hand to her with the intention of helping her get back on her feet.

"Are you alright there, Little One? No whiplash from the crash?" His self-assured smile infuriates her. 

"No!" she grumbles between gritted teeth. "I will be though. Now you have to make good on your promise to take me home!"

"Excuse me? Whatever caused this new delusion of yours? Was I not clear when I described the rules?" He looks delightfully confused and self-assured at the same time. It infuriates her.

She is still on the ground, having refused his offer of help. She is beginning to reconsider this decision as she realizes it puts her at a decided disadvantage. Ah well, too late now. 

"Yes you were clear. I reached the forest without being caught, now take me home!" She knows she is bending the truth with her claim, still it is one she needs to make. She is furious, strong, and ready to argue. What she is not ready for is his laughter.

"But, my Pet, you did not reach the forest! Perhaps, had you not wasted your first 15 seconds you would have reached your goal? It was a fair deal; I gave you enough time to have a small but realistic chance to get away. Instead of reaching the forest you ran straight into me. I must say the feel of your body pressing into me with such force was..." He pauses for a moment, as if to search for the correct word.

"... Inspiring.' He finally concludes, and giver her a mirthless smile, one void of humor but full of unspeakable threats. Or is it promises? Just how and to what the impact of her body may have inspired him she truly does not want to know.

"That's not true, I..." she begins, ready to argue, but Adrian has had enough. Much as he hates to repeat himself he finds the situation requires it. Thus he places his finger against her soft lips yet again, along with the same words; 

"Shhhh. Quiet, Little One." 

For some unknown reason she immediately falls into silence and stares at him with wide, frightened eyes; unaware and uncertain of what he will do next. He cocks his head inquisitively to one side and studies her. Dealing with these emotional humans is always such a learning experience; he tries to make the most of it when he can. Now, however, it is beginning to bore him. He has other priorities when it comes to this little human. He has humored her long enough, he decides.

He is completely aware that the right time and place is not now nor her, but a little taste... What is the harm in that? He moves closer into her personal space, causing her to back up involuntarily and completely unaware that this is the reaction he's looking for. He guides her ungraceful backwards motions with his body, leaning this way and that, until he has maneuvered her into the exact place where he wants her to be. Her eyes widen in fear as she takes another step back, only to feel her back pressed up against the wide stem of an old oak, the thickness of which effectively stops her from moving further in any direction but forwards. But, forwards is occupied by an ancient, devastatingly handsome, mortally dangerous, increasingly aroused.... 

Well, for lack of a better term she will go with "Man". He certainly looks manly enough to warrant the epithet. 

Adrian, meanwhile, is thoroughly enjoying himself. Yes, he could have grabbed her and just placed her there. However, he finds there is sweet satisfaction to be gained from simply maneuvering her right to the point he wants her to go. There is pleasure in studying her face as she realizes the fact that she has put herself, by her own actions, exactly where he wants her to be. The monster in him revels in the feeling.

Fear.

Arousal.

Arousal and fear. Fear and arousal.

Fearousal.

He tastes the new word on his tongue for a moment and finds that he enjoys its' flavor. 

Fearousal. 

This truly is the combination of emotions that smells and tastes the best, absolutely delicious. Exquisite. The scent of it fills his nostrils now. She produces pheromones at a mad rate, his Little One. 

She is terrified of him. 

She wants him. 

She wants to run from him. 

She wants to give herself to him. 

He feels every scent clearly and he knows that, no matter what she will say or do from now on, she is getting ready for him. Perhaps she doesn't even know it herself, but he has brought her to the brink of carnal insanity. In a crazy way there is probably even a part of her that wanted him to catch her.

He gave her five minutes to get away, yet she wasted almost a tenth of that time simply staring at him before taking off. He had not been lying when he told her that she had been offered a fair chance. Had she focused on getting away from the very beginning, the way she had begun to focus once she reached the locked front door, she would have reached the forest and he would have been honor bound to let her go. Not that he is complaining about the outcome. Not when his whole being is being consumed by the delicious scent of her fearousal.

So now, here she is, backed up against a tree, inches away from him.

Or maybe just one inch.

In fact, maybe no distance at all.

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He doesn't quite know at which point he stops thinking. She doesn't quite know the point where she stops fleeing. It simply happens happens.

Suddenly; his hand is digging into her hair, fisting it, angling her head "just so" as he leans in to claim her mouth - a willing target where parted lips allow his tongue entrance. 

Suddenly; she is not fighting it but finds her hands locked around the nape of his neck, moaning into his kiss and lifting one leg to wrap it around his waist. 

Suddenly; the sensation of his throbbing erection poking at her through their clothes triggers a geyser to well and wake deep inside her, flooding her with enough natural lubricant to prepare her to take his girth and love it rather than be hurt by it. Mother Nature really has it down pat.

Her hands are back above her head, pinned there by his strong grip. This time she arches her back by her own accord, pushing her lace clad breasts into his chest, leaning her head back against the bark exposing her throbbing pulse point and every inch of the desire she feels for him.

His hand, dexterous as a viper, slips inside the hem of her jeans, inside the edge of her laced (he can feel the lace against the back of his hand) panties. Without warning he has two fingers inside her red hot heat, feeling his way around and finding that ridged spot that makes her shiver and shake. One of her hands is released from his grip and guided to the right place in front of him, in-between the two of them, rubbing against the intense hardness of his desire. 

He feels ready to take her then and there. In fact, he wants nothing more. But, he has to remind himself; there was (is?) a purpose to this. That purpose was not to give her what she wants. There is still a lesson to be learned here. With twenty-plus centuries of experience, he does not doubt his ability to bring her pleasure in whichever way he sees fit, still it does not have to be in the way she is asking for. No, there is a lesson to be learned and going along with what she is begging for will not do the trick, no matter how much he wants it too.

Finally he manages to curb his desires and, after one final passionate kiss, tears his lips from hers and removes his fingers from her velvet, and very wet, folds. He licks her fluids off his fingers, tasting her, before he picks her up in his arms and returns to the estate as fast as he can. She is left confused and quite unbalanced from the sudden change in scenery and his unexpected shift in priorities.

Even as she struggles to clear her mind of the dizziness she becomes aware that he is carrying her to a different wing of the house than she was in before, an area she has never previously been allowed into. The decor of the place, from the paintings on the wall to the few pieces of furniture present in the hallway, makes it look and feel older than the fairly modern wing she currently occupies. 19th century furnishings can only be considered 'fairly modern' when viewed in contrast to where he is taking her now.

Finally he stops outside a particular door, his brow furrowing as he clearly debates with himself whether or not this is the place, before coming to a decision. He relaxes notably, reaching out to open the heavy door as he does so. She finds the clarity to marvel, ever so briefly, about the complete lack of effort on his part involved in shifting her entire weight only one arm to grab the door handle.

This new room she finds herself in is an entirely different place compared to the parts of the mansion she has already acquainted herself with. It is a huge, open plan bedroom/en suite, with the bath tub in clear view from the center of the room. This center deserves a separate mention, as it hosts a ridiculously over-sized four-post bed, where the posts and headboard are in finely detailed cast iron, painted a dull black with brass -- no, that's too yellow -- gold? -- details.

All this aside, what truly sets it apart from the areas of the house she has been allowed to previously explore are the little details. Like the steel hook in the ceiling above the tub, hosting a sturdy but light double chain ending in two padded leather wrist-cuffs. Or the four posts of the bed decked out with similar chains and cuffs. She notices the smooth, black, 100% Chinese silk sheets covering the bed before her eyes are drawn to the smooth, black, 100% Chinese silk blindfold, carelessly dropped on a pillow.

Then, of course, there is the wall opposite the large French window. She glances at it and immediately wishes that she hadn't. That wall, within fairly easy reach from the bed, has hooks and holders that could be found in a carpenter's workshop, holding his tools of the trade. Here they hold an assortment of tools, but the trade they belong to is not carpentry. She sees several whips, paddles, ropes, gags, and a multitude of things she does not recognize and really don't want to know what use they might be designed for.

He feels her whole being stiffen as her gaze falls on the wall and chuckles deep in his throat.

"Don't worry Little One. None of those will be used today; this idea does not call for them." She relaxes slightly before the full meaning of his words hit her. 'Today?', 'This idea?'. The chosen phrasing sharply indicates the possibility of another day, another idea, which does call for them.

Before she can duly process this new, frightening information, she is non-ceremonially dropped from his grasp to land, bouncing, in the middle of the bed. He watches her bounce up and down on the black silk for a split second before swiftly turning her over. As he uses every ounce of his abilities that so surpass hers, before she has time to take more than another breath she is face down on the bed, spread eagle with her wrists and ankles secured tightly in dark brown leather cuffs and the chains tightened just enough to immobilize her without hurting her joints.

He has clearly done this before. The thought strikes her unbidden and she wishes that she never allowed it into her head. Still, why would you have a room set up like this otherwise? How many women have experienced his touch and wants on this very same bed? Why is there a part of her that feels jealous about that? While she ponders this, a hand is inserted below her pelvis, sharply arching her back and angling her hips forward. A couple of soft but firm pillows are inserted below her, keeping her in this position and making sure her ass stays pushed up into the air.

It does not take a genius to figure out just how vulnerable she is in this position. Funny as it sounds, she really has not allowed herself to completely take in, to process, what it is Adrian wants from her in until this moment. Spread out and tied up on a huge bed, with her ass propped invitingly high by silk cushions, there really is no denying what the goal of this exercise is. At least she is still wearing her clothes, well, minus her shirt. She guesses he may have forgotten how to take off a pair of jeans when he chose to cuff her up. She is still contemplating just how to take advantage of the moment of relative freedom she will be given when her ankles are released to enable him to remove her jeans when...

Strong, soft but calloused hands dig into her skin, burrowing under the waistline of her jeans to either side of her body. Then apparently he performs a feat of magic, she does not have another explanation for it. One moment she is dressed in sturdy but tight fitting Levis, the next moment her jeans are nothing but torn rags on the floor by the bed and the only thing separating her most private parts from his gaze are her pink and grey lace boy-short panties, perfectly matching her bra that has been visible since his first inhumanly fast actions.

He hums under his breath, actually HUMS, while ravaging her body with his eyes. 

"Even better than what I imagined..." he says, apparently to himself before slowly drawing a line with his right index finger under her buttocks, on that perfect spot where they meld into her thighs. In that over-sensitive area his touch stirs te fire she did not ever expect to feel around him into a slow, steady burn. She can feel the heat spread and reach the center between her loins. How can he have this effect on her? He is a monster. He is an abductor. He is a would-be rapist.

She hates him with all her heart, almost as much as she hates herself.

Because; she wants him, with all her body.

She can feel the liquid pooling between her thighs and her breath growing shallower at the touch of his fingers and the caress of his gaze, taking a small amount of comfort in the fact that a woman in this situation will lubricate weather she wants to or not as a defence mechanism to prevent her body from ripping. The brief reprieve from responsibility that this thought allows her does not last long. When he reaches out and places his palm against one of her soft buttocks, she cannot help but try to push her body backwards into his hold, yearning for more. That is certainly not a defence mechanism...

She hears his content, chesty purr at her actions followed by him slipping a finger under the edge of her panties, briefly pulling them to the side. She manages to turn her head far enough to catch his content smirk as what he sees confirms what his other senses have already told him. His deep chuckle at the discovery vibrates through her body. 

"Well, well. Someone is just aching for it, no" He leans forward then; she can feel the buttons of his dress shirt dig into the skin of her bare back as he places his body on top of hers to reach her ears with his lips.

He speaks softly. So softly that she would not have been able to make out the words if they had not been so close. Also, he uses too much air with his words so that his breath hits the sensitive parts of her ear and causes goose bumps to form all over her body; as if his words would not have been enough.

"It is a good thing you already want it, Little One, despite not wanting to want it. Because I will bring you to peaks higher than you ever thought existed. I will plunge you into depths deeper than the Mariner Grave. Your body and your soul belong to me now, and I will blow your mind." 

He chuckles a bit to himself before continuing; 

"Not before you blow me, of course." She can feel his self satisfied smirk against the back of her neck.

"You don't even know how completely you belong to me yet. But you will, my lovely, you will. I don't mind the merry chase. You know better than most by now what the hunt does to me." 

With these words he brings his hips forward, grinding his still clothed erection against her bared cheeks, allowing her a good guess at just how important it is for her to be "ready", before being impaled by *that*. 

"Does he have to be out of this world in every sense?" she thinks to herself before catching her thought in anger at feeling anything but disgust for this creature behind her.

"Now, I do believe you are overdressed for this occasion," he laughs in her ear before raising his body back up. "Why don't we rectify that?" With these words he unclasps her bra and moves the shoulder straps down her biceps, better equipped to withstand the strain than the soft flesh of her neck. The next moment she feels a sharp pain across her arms as straps digs into them immediately followed by the muted snap of high class fabric ripping. Then, what is left of her bra joins her jeans on the floor in the corner.

"There," she barely hears his murmur.

"It's a pity though; this was a really nice set. I appreciate you wearing it very much. Don't worry, my lovely, I will replace anything you want replaced, as long as I want to replace it."

He leans back and seems to sit still for a moment, until the movements and slight sounds make her realize he is unbutton his dress shirt and slipping it over his shoulders. A few seconds later there is a new garment, this one still in perfect condition, added to the pile in the corner.

"Adrian... I.."

"Shhhhhhh. I thought we already established this? No talking, Little One. I did not bring you here for your conversation." He smiles and seems to contemplate something. "Actually, I did not plan to bring you here at all, but I must admit at this point that your delectable body is an added bonus."

"Then why did you bring me he...." She cuts her question short when she feels his body stiffen in anger and returns her face to the pillow. Her survival instinct takes over and causes her to continue with an apology, whispering under her breath "I'm sorry, I did not think" knowing that he would hear her. How many times has he told her to be quiet now? Yet, that is the one thing she seems incapable of being. Furious at herself, her need and willingness to act like this, she is still flooded by a great sense of relief when she feels his body relax from its angry stance in response to her words. 

"Good. You can be taught to obey after all."

He shakes his head slightly, seemingly to clear it. 

"Right, sweet thing, I believe we had some corrective measures to execute? Let's see if this night will appease me. If not, there are still a fair few ideas to try out." He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound exiting his presence. 




The Joy of the Hunt Ch. 03



"You have some amends to make, Little One. Now, rule number one, two and three. Eat me. Please me. Love it. Do you understand?"

She merely whimpers in response, in equal parts offended, revolted and madly excited by his words.

"Enough talking" he concludes, leaning against her and allowing one of his hands to stroke along her inner thigh, brushing against the moist fabric covering her clit lightly at the apex of every turn.

"Enough running." Both of his hands slide against her body, grab her hips and pull her sharply against his hard arousal.

"Enough with the pretending that you have a choice in this..." One of his hands leave her hips to unbutton and unzip his pants, dropping them and his boxer briefs to his knees, leaving his swollen, veined hardness to rest between her still lace clad cheeks

"... or that this is not what you want" he concludes, completely removing his clothing and moving his whole body around so that he is facing her, in-between her cuffed, stretched arms. All she can really see and concentrate on however, is his beautiful, yes truly beautiful, cock. It is wrapped in one of his dexterous hand, merely inches from her face.

She can see his pre-cum glistening where he spreads it over the swollen head while he pleasures himself with long, firm strokes right before her face. 

"Can you guess what I want you to do now, Little One?" he asks. "Do you need me to tell you? Or can you take a wild guess?" He tilts his hips while speaking, leaving the largest, most perfect cock her limited experience has seen right next to her lips. When she just stares at it, wide-eyed, and breathes in short gasps he places a surprisingly gentle finger on her chin and cocks his head slightly to one side. 

"Now, now, Little One. Open wide!" he orders, capturing her gaze she sees his pupils dilate and contract when he continues "You will suck me like you have never tasted dick before," which she in fact hadn't, but he apparently didn't know that. "and you will love every second of it. Starting right now!"

She has no idea what comes over her at this point. She had absolutely no intention to go along with any of his twisted ideas but suddenly finds herself craving to taste him. She has to crane her neck rather uncomfortably to lift her head enough to reach him, but no discomfort would stop her from taking this beautiful cock into her mouth. A small part of her mind is disagreeing violently with what she is doing. No matter, it is silenced by the raw lust flooding over her as she finally reaches her goal and wraps her soft lips around his swollen head. 

"Mmmmhhmm" she moans around him as her tongue flicks over his tip, feeling the sweet and spicy taste of his pre-cum.

She must do something right, because he is purring again. She feels the vibrations in her whole body, it creates a flood of emotions that concentrate between her legs, causing a floodwave that is beginning to thoroughly soak through her panties. "He is delicious" she thinks while working to take more of his massive length into her mouth. Pleasing him is all she wants and the sexiest feeling she has ever felt. Aided by one of his hands, fisted in her hair she takes him deeper still, all the while exploring every part of him that her pink tongue can reach. His other hand is still wrapped around his shaft, meeting and working with her bobbing head to stroke the part of his length she cannot swallow.

"Oh yes, Little One, just like that. You're a natural" he manages to get out between gritted teeth. She loves that she is making him lose some of his composure and tries even harder to please him, gauging his reaction by the depth of his purring and the occasional tightening of his fist in her hair. Finding the thin fold of skin behind his swollen head and flicking her tongue over it seemed to do the trick, his fist tightens painfully hard in her hair and he actually groans. 

She made him groan! The pleasure of this achievement is the cause of another flood wave of moisture to gather between her legs. She doesn't notice, but she is grinding her hips against the pillows stacked under her in time with her heads bobbing motion, desperately and unconsciously looking for some friction right there.

"Mmm, you smell delicious, my sweet! The scent of your arousal is getting stronger by the second. It's quite a pity this position will not allow your throat the right angle to take all of me."

Take all of him? He must be kidding, when he hits the back of her throat taking him as deep as she can there is still easily as much of him left outside her mouth, probably more. 

"Ah well, there will be time for that later, in another idea. For now, I'll settle for this." At that, his hand in her hair grows more firm, stopping the bobbing motion of her head, holding her still.

She barely has time to wonder why before his hips start moving and the strokes of his hand on his shaft speeds up. The engorged head of his cock hits the back of her throat with every stroke, making her have to fight her gag reflex, as he lets his pleasure rule and fucks her mouth. 

Even this excites her, what is WRONG with her? She struggles to still be able to suck and lick at him as he pounds in and out of her mouth and is rewarded by a chesty, lust filled growl that makes the bed (and her insides) vibrate. His motions grow more erratic while the grip in her hair loosens, allowing her more freedom to again meet his strokes as she purposefully tries to match his pace. Suddenly his body stiffens as he shoves his cock as deep into her soft mouth as he can. He stares down at this beautiful little creature, swollen lips wrapped around his shaft and fully focused on his pleasure, and lets go, filling the back of her throat with his hot load. She has to swallow frantically not to choke, a small trickle of his cum escaping through the corner of her mouth. It is an extremely erotic picture.

"Whops. Maybe I should have warned you." He smirks at her before his features soften and the smirk turns to a smile, the hand at the back of her head releases its grip and ruffles her hair affectionately. 

"You did well at this first part, Little One; I'm pleased with your efforts." His right index finger catches the cum still left in the corner of her mouth and brings it to her lips. She immediately takes it into her mouth and moans around it, cleaning it with her tongue and sucking it hard while staring into his dark, lust-filled eyes. His smile widens.

"Yes, I am very pleased with you." He gets up from in front of her and moves away so that she can no longer see him, only hear him as he continues 

"But we are far from done, of course."

Released from the powerful hold his gaze held over her, she feels a wave of shame wash over her. What did she just do? How could she enjoy doing that? How on *earth* could she have stopped fighting so completely? What happened in the forest was understandable, but this? She gasps as a sudden realization hit her, along with a memory from a short while ago

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

She sees his eyes flash a deep red and his pupils dilate and contract briefly as he locks her gaze with his own. 

"You will suck me like you have never tasted dick before and you will love every second of it. Starting right now!"

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

He took control of her mind! He compelled her to like it! That is why her panties are sodden, that is why her skin is on fire. Her shame for her wanton behavior begins to abate to be replaced by red hot anger before she realizes that ashamed or angered, she is still aroused. Shit.

His compulsion over her ended when the oral section was over, the order was very specific, so why is her body still yearning for him? She lets out a small yelp and involuntarily arches her back at the feel of his open palm swatting her left buttock; the momentary sting over as soon as it started.

"I like the view from back here." She hears his disembodied voice from somewhere behind her and feels his hand gently caress the very place it caused to sting a moment ago. His caress on her still tingling skin is unnervingly arousing; she cannot help but arch her back further, pushing her soft cheek against his caressing hand. Her reaction brings a rumbling chuckle from his chest.

"Well, well, who would have guessed? Maybe not even you?" 

His hand retracts from her smooth cheek before he brings it down, even sharper, on her other buttock. The sound of the swat rings to the air, mixed with her breathy yelp at the sharp sting. A moment later his hand is there again, this time in another soft caress right at the site of the impact. The sensation is exquisite, she can feel every ridge of his fingertips trailing over her semi-exposed and glowing backside. A quiet moan escapes her lips before she has the presence of mind to stop it. She can feel his chuckle rumbling through every fiber of her being, again. 

"No, I don't think you knew before today, did you Little One? You like it rough, who would have thought?"

"Not me." 

She does not know why the words pass her lips, but they come out in a breathy whisper. Somewhere along the line she has reached the conclusion that since this is happening anyway, AND her body clearly approves, she shouldn't fight it more than her pride demands. Much as she hates to admit it she finds him crazily attractive. Admitting that she likes his dominant treatment of her comes even harder, but there's no denying it. Every action on his part arouses her further. She shouldn't feel this way, but she does.

"Come again?" He senses the slight shift in her demeanor and leans forward far enough for her to be able to catch sight of him from the corner of her eye. She twists her head backwards as far as she can to try to actually look at him. He looks interested, not annoyed that she spoke, so she continues. 

"You asked who would have thought that I'd like it rough. So I'm answering; Not me, I wouldn't know how I like it. It's not like I have more than a few experiences to draw from, and none of those were with a truly experienced man." 

She blushes. Speaking this frankly is truly against her nature, but it needed to be said.

"Mhmm. So in your eyes, I am doing you a favor now?" His voice sounds incredibly amused while his hands travel up and down the back of her thighs. Now stroking his thumbs along the sensitive line between buttocks and thighs. Now stroking across her outer lips, still clad in lace.

"NO!" She even frightens herself with the strength of her response. He, however, seems unfazed. 

"You lied to me, gave me the hope of escape to increase your own pleasure, attacked me, half raped me in the forest, and controlled my mind to give you the first blow job I have ever performed, even compelled me to make it excite me. Now that you are in the process of full on raping me, what you make my body want does not change what my mind says.. So NO, you are not doing me a favor, asshole!"

He can't believe what he's hearing and seeing. There she is, cuffed, chained and completely at his mercy. The taste of his cum is still on her tongue, still she finds it in her to chew him out. He should be furious; he should perhaps even kill her for this. 

But he is not. He will not. 

Instead he smiles to himself, a genuine smile that she can't see. She is a feisty woman, his Little One. He likes that. He clearly scares her, smart girl that she is, and she is beginning to completely come to terms with the fact that her role is to oblige and his to decide, but this still doesn't mean that she will submit peacefully. 

This strength of well, sense of self, is something he can truly respect. When his eyes slide over her luscious form again he makes the decision that, even though this is punishment, from now on he will not only have her enjoy it but use all his skill to have her love it. He knows he can, with just a slight effort, and her strength of heart and bravery deserves it. Of course, he does not share this sentiment with her; he just leans forward and chuckles into her ear.

"Let's see if you still hold on to that opinion once I'm done, shall we?"

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

With that the time for conversation is once again over. With this newfound goal in mind he does not simply possess her. Instead he slowly, sensually, eases her lace panties down her hips. They are soaked enough to coat his fingers in her juices just by touching them. 

Yes, he smirks to himself, she clearly hates what he is doing to her. As the lace passes her hip bones to glide onto her thigh he carefully, as not to dig the fabric into her, rips the seams on both sides before tossing her final garment onto the pile of cloth in the corner. Looking back up he sees and smells heaven, from his angle all he can see is what is below her waist.

Propped up on his black silk bed sheets are two perfect half-moons, between which he can just glimpse the presence of a pink, puckered hole when she moves. 

"Another time, another place, another idea" he tells himself, and removes his gaze from it. Just slightly below, the twin globes separate and her propped up position gives him a full, glorious view of her aroused sex. She apparently trims her pubes, an inch-wide strip of trimmed hair across her pubic bone gives way to glistening, smooth lips. Anything from the clit down is bare.

Thus, he is treated to blood-filled, lust-swollen outer lips, light pink and glistening inner lips and a clearly excited clit, just begging to be touched. She is aroused enough that her inner lips are separated. Clear fluid of arousal is lubricating her, making her receptacle to even an unusually massive cock, like the one he possesses. He's beginning to think that she may even be aroused enough to take all of him, but does not want to raise his hopes too high. 

Suddenly, the wish to bring her pleasure is joined by a new and more egocentric purpose. If he makes her want it enough, she may be able to take him in completely. It has been a while since he was able to bury himself to the hilt. Much as every man likes to be well endowed, it does come at a price. Rarely being able to pound all the way in being the most costly of these.

"Fuck you!" 

His reverie is broken by her belated response to his last comment. He grins widely to himself, sliding his body further down between her legs. Just as he is about to go low enough that his head is no longer by her ear he twists his face and purrs into her ear. 

"No, you are mistaken. It is *I* who will fuck *you*!" 

She gives an involuntary shudder at his words while his body and face descends further, finally being aligned with her dripping sex. Unable to hold himself back from tasting her any longer he extends his tongue and licks her in one long sensual stroke from top to bottom. When his mouth reaches her clit she can feel her whole body briefly tense up before she forces herself to relax. This annoys him. So she thinks she can relax while he's eating her out, does she? 

Well then, no more time for games.

The first hint that something has change that she gets is something foreign around her nether lips. The second hint is more of a fact. He sucks her clit into his mouth, suckling it and playing with it with his tongue, while letting two piano-player-long fingers slip into her pussy. God she's tight! She probably wasn't exaggerating about the limited experience, he thinks to himself. Continuing his ministrations he starts pumping his fingers in and out of her. He is gratified as her moans increase in volume and she tries her best to use her limited movability to push her pussy towards his lips. So much for unwillingness, indeed.

He curls his fingers, finally finding that soft spongy area that is the center of the most earth shattering orgasms a woman could have. Making a mental note of where it is along with a quick, unconscious calculation just how his hips will have to be angled to hit it with his cock, he leaves it alone for now, returning his attention to her swollen clit. Flicking it rapidly with his tongue, he scissors his fingers inside her to fill her and stretch her at the same time. Her moans rise in pitch and she tries to rock her hips back onto his fingers. 

In response, he quickly swats her exposed ass, leaving a bright red handprint to admire, before he places a controlling hand on her hips, stopping her bucking, and murmurs into her pussy, just loud enough for her to hear;

"No, Little One, be still. You do not control this."

After a brief pause for effect where he uses his hands to pull her hood back before laving her exposed clit with enough attention to almost, just almost, bring her the the edge he pauses to finish his statement.

"I do."

With a final twirl of his tongue around her bundle of nerves, he lets his teeth graze her as he removes his head from between her thighs, earning another yelp followed by a disgruntled murmuring as she feels him retract.

Gazing down at the sight before him, he feels rather content that he denied himself this vision of her for so long. Long enough to make her believe he did not view her in this way, long enough to lull her into a false sense of security. The truth is, he has been picturing this moment, on his knees behind her bound body, spread just enough to give him easy access, stiff cock in hand and pointed at her entrance, since the moment he laid eyes on her.

With another inner nod of satisfaction at her pruned pubes that allows him a full visual of her swollen excitement, he uses one hand to part her nether lips. He is immediately rewarded by the dual sensation of a strong scent of fresh arousal combined with the vision of previously unseen pink, very wet delight right around her entrance. Using the hand that firmly holds his shaft, he steers his swollen head to rest right at the very opening of her, again marveling as he has so many times before how such a slight creature can accommodate his girth. At first glance it looks like he will rip her apart when he enters. Still, he knows from experience that if he prepares her right this is not the case.

He uses his hand to move his swollen cock along her slit, wetting the head thoroughly and occasionally brushing her clit before leaning forwards to purr in her ear, the very movement causing him to slide about an inch into her. He delights in her muscles gripping him, almost as much as he revels in her continuous pleas of "Please!", "Don't!" and "Stop!".

If these words are meant at separate face value, arousing in itself, or if what she is saying is "Please, don't stop!" - he doubts even his Little One knows. What he does know is that her body is ready for him, and he has denied himself long enough.

"Are you ready, Little One?" He grins before continuing, paraphrasing an old children's game, played even when he was a child, millennia ago. 

"Ready or not, here I come!" he murmurs, the tone of his voice making the innocent words sound like a threat and a promise, all at once. 

He retracts slightly, his head nearly slipping out of her, before he brings his hips forwards in a sharp thrusting motion, extracting a prolonged sound somewhere between a wail and a moan from the woman below him whose center he is entering as she feels her inner walls being stretched as far as they'll go. Despite his apparent force he is controlled, expecting to hit her back wall at any moment but, amazingly enough, he is able to continue the motion until he is buried to the hilt in her.

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She gasps at the sudden invasion. His previous ministrations have left her writhing and wanting. Her pussy is slick and swollen, even her mind has settled and accepted that, for whatever sick reason, she wants him. When she feels his cock teasing her entrance she vividly recalls holding it in her mouth and briefly tenses as she recalls the sight of him and suddenly feels afraid she may not be prepared for the sheer size of him. Before she has time to dwell on these thoughts however, he has her hips in an iron grip, backs up his hips a tad as if to get a running start, and then thrusts into her. It is passionate but controlled, he does not stop until she can feel his hip bones resting against her buttocks, and it is clear her fears were unfounded. He fills her to the brim, he stretches her in places she did not know could be stretched, but she takes all of him. Every glorious, god given, incredible inch.




The Joy of the Hunt Ch. 03



A moan starts in the pit of her stomach, right about where she thinks she can imagine the tip of his cock being right now, and gains in force as it rises through her. She would want to call him names, cuss him out, hate him. But all she can do is fight her bonds, not to get free but to get closer to him. Finally the moan reaches her lips and she hears it exit her body as it the sound belongs to someone else. "Oooooh god, Adrian! YES! MORE!"

At her words she can feel his smirk, despite not being able to see it. He straightens up on his knees behind her and begins to slowly work his length in and out of her. Too slowly to her taste. 

She doesn't know he is still amazed that she can take all of him, and is still hesitant every time he reaches the point where he will normally have to stop. With most women, but not with her. After a few strokes he begins to realize that she really is capable of swallowing him in her moist heat, and begins pounding in and out of her in earnest.

She is lost in the sensation, never having known it can feel like this. Her whole being, her whole awareness contracts until all she can feel or absorb are the physical sensations. Even though she cannot see him, she knows that behind her she has an absolutely gorgeous specimen of a man, bare as he was born and with his full focus on her. She can only imagine the visual he must be getting of his veined cock (since the compelled blow job she knows exactly what it looks like at close range after all) sliding, gliding, thrusting in and out of her. She enjoys the feel of it immensely, but can't help but wonder what it looks like.

She tests her chains, trying to free a hand to reach behind her to feel him, although every thought she has is cut short by the feel of his next thrust into her, and the next, and the next... She hears him purr out his pleasure at every stroke, varying his pace and angle, and feels the sensation of his lust and enjoyment as a near physical sensation, enhancing her own pleasure tenfold. She moans out her need for him, words she never thought would leave her lips. 

"Ah yes, Adrian! More! Harder! Deeper!"

"What do you want me to do, Little One?" he purrs into her ear while covering her bound arms with his own, wrapping his hands around her wrists right at the soft leather cuffs. She can only whimper in response. 

To her disdain, he ceases his heavenly strokes into her when she does not reply, and pulls his thick piece of nirvana almost all the way out of her before asking again.

"I said; what do you want me to do, Little One?" One small contraction of his hips pushes his cock another inch into her and she bucks up as far as the chains will let her to meet him. He chuckles at her eagerness. 

"Beg for it, my sweet, and you might just get it." He pauses and pushes himself all the way in to her with great control, before retracting almost all the way out again. 

"I can feel you love the way I fuck you. So, beg for it, and I might just let you cum." He pauses for a moment before continuing; "You may not have earned it, and it truly has no part in the punishment, but I'm feeling benevolent. Besides, feeling you cum all over my cock would be rather gratifying, after all the hunting I had to do with you."

When she remains silent, aside from gasping for air, his movements cease entirely. She can feel his discontent radiating around him. 

"Well?" he asked "I hate repeating myself, but I will make a rare exception. WHAT do you want me to do, Little One?" 

He hears her mumble something into the pillow. Even to his vampire hearing the words are too muffled to make out. 

"Excuse me? Try that again, this time articulated."

"I want you to [mumble] me..."

"What did you say? I can't hear you... If you need some incitament, I will show you that if you beg for it, you will get... This.' 

He stops talking for a second, grabs her hips securely in his strong hands and fucks her hard, every stroke causing sparks to fly before her eyes. After 30 seconds he stops completely. She doesn't know how she got here, but she wants him. She wants him more than air. She will say anything to get him to do that again.

"Now, what did you want me to do? Do not make me ask again..."

She gathers her courage and manages to speak the words, embarrassing as they are, they are still nothing but god's honest truth.

"I want you to fuck me, Adrian!"

"What? I can't hear you." He can't help but tease her, after the lengths he had to go to before she would vocalise her need at all.

She takes a deep breath and decides to just let go and go for it, as detailed as she can. What does she have to lose? Pretending it's not her saying these things she still digs deep into her desires and finds her voice. In for a penny, in for a pound.

"I need you to fuck me. I need your wonderful cock to fill me to the brim and I want you to touch me in that way that you have that makes me feel like I am the only woman on earth. I want you to make me come harder than I ever have and I want you to fill my pussy with a load of that cum you sent down my throat before!" 

She blushes uncontrollably but she headed down this road and might as well continue. She bites her lip and finishes. 

"Is THAT clear enough begging for you, vampire man? Please fuck me. Take me. PLEASE!"

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She was truly not prepared for his reaction, just as he had not been prepared for her to actually say these words out loud. He knows she wants him, wants this, but he did not think she would be ready to so clearly vocalize her need. Now she did though, at his prodding, and it turns him on beyond anything he has ever felt before. He quickly reaches behind him to release and add some leeway in the chains attached to her ankles, allowing him to maneuver her legs closer together and lift her ass higher in the air while her chest is still pressed against the bed. 

"Later, remember you asked for this." he chuckles into her ear, before driving into her full force.

Her world stops at the intense pleasure.

He bends forward and covers her back with his chest, relentlessly pounding into her. Without easing up on his frantic pace, one of his hands slide under her body to play with her pert breasts while the other tilts her head to one side, exposing her pulse point. He leans forward and smells her, before speaking again. Each word punctuated by a powerful thrust. 

"Was. This. Worth. Begging. For?" 

He already knows the answer, but she has yet to admit it out loud and he wants her to. Admitting it out loud is admitting it to herself. 

"Yes!" 

He pauses his movements, he is driving her insane! 

"I'm sorry, reception must be poor, what did you say?"

"Hell YES! I would beg for this over and over again! Please Adrian, PLEASE don't stop!" 

So he doesn't. He drives into her, perhaps not as hard as he can but as hard as her mortal body can take. The chains rattle at every stroke while he uses his hands to keep her hips at the height he wants them, now when her ankles have more leeway. There is nothing even remotely reminiscent of lovemaking in this act. He is fucking her, and he is fucking her good!

The emotions flood through her body in an ever rising wave. With every stroke he brings her closer and closer to the edge of the cliff and she knows that if she dies in the fall she will die happy. She only has one wish. 

"Please, Adrian..."

"Please what, Little One?' he purrs into her ear, never ceasing his relentless thrusts, stretching her, filling her completely, bringing her to the point of madness. 

Every fiber of her being is vibrating; every nerve end is on edge. A small, ever decreasing part of her mind keeps yelling that this is wrong, very wrong, but by now the flood of lust and the unearthly pleasure he brings her combines to easily silence that voice. Not even knowing that she is not compelled this time around helps to stop the flood of want, of need.

"Please let me turn around. I need to see you." 

Her words sound like music to him, the final proof of her sweet surrender. At this time, at this moment, she recognizes and accepts him as her conqueror and she surrenders completely. It is a delicious feeling, although he is briefly bothered by the question why it should matter to him in the slightest what she thinks. The distraction is very brief though, as the exquisite feeling of her tight inner walls squeezing down on him and the visual presented before him of her propped up backside with his hands dug into her hips to angle her just right to take his cock, glistening with her juices, as deep as possible, all the way to the hilt, at every stroke. 

The pace and the strength of his thrusts would have hurt her, had she not been so completely willing and ready to take all of him. The mere thought of this makes him pick up his pace further, causing her body to strain the chains at every downwards thrust. That's when he knows what his answer will be. Although he is happy that she asked him, the fact that she asked leaves him with only one option of response.

"No, my sweet, I don't think so. Not this time. This is your punishment, and is not about what you want." He removes one of his hands from her hip and reaches around her, quickly finding her clit.

"It might, however, be about what you *need*." He pounds into her relentlessly, making sure to randomly hit that very sweet, special spot he located earlier with his fingers, but not on every stroke, using the one hand left on her hip to lift her into his thrusts. The impact is hard enough to cause a sharp smacking sound every time their hips meet, followed by slight suction as her ever increasing wetness covers both of their loins. 

The fingers of his other hand are alternating between applying rubbing pressure and quickly flicking over her swollen clit. God, she feels so great around him, able and willing to take every inch of him, which is rare indeed. He feels his testicles tensing and a tickling sensation rise from the pit of his stomach. So, he increases his stimulation of her clit and pounds himself hard enough into her to feel her back wall at every stroke, wanting to not just spill his seed in her but have her muscles milk every drop of cum out of him.

"Come for me, Little One. Let go and explode around me. You know you want to, so just cum for me!"

Seconds later he is rewarded for his efforts. Despite her eyes being wide open her vision narrows into a dark tunnel with a pin prick of light at the end. Stars explode in the darkness. A tingling starts at the very tip of her fingers and her toes, even her scalp, and then begins to ripple inwards along her arms, legs and neck, gaining power as it does so. Homing in on her core, the wave turns circular and contracts around her point of no return. She has an honest-to-god out of body experience as time slows down and the wave crashes over her in slow motion, taking every ounce of her being with it, throwing her against the shore. The shore that is him.

"Oh my God! FUCK YES! Adrian!" Her scream is too loud to be more than half buried in the pillow, her hands fist as much of the black silk sheets as the cuffs allow her to reach, she arches her back towards him so sharply that it feels like she might bend in two while the full power of the earth moving orgasm he gave her crashes over her. Every muscle in her body tenses, her inner muscles releasing and tensing again, her body is pulsating around the glorious source of her fulfillment. She is lost in the supernova and he...

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Even though he is prepared for it, wanted it, he is not ready for the force of her. The release of pheromones from her lithe body beneath him threatens to suffocate him in its sweet poison. He hears her scream profanities, and then his name, at the top of her lungs while her surprisingly strong inner muscles clamps down on him, releases, and clamps down again. 

On and on it goes, in a seemingly never ending pulsating flow. He raises his gaze and sees her beautiful body spread out before him, her arms stretched before her caught in the leather cuffs, her shoulders tensed up with every muscle visible, all the way down her beautiful back coming together in a surprisingly thin waist before, thanks to the pillows, arching upwards and swelling out again to accommodate her hips.

At the top of her hips her beautiful buttocks start, rising like Venus from the ocean to form perfect twin half-globes, now spread by his fingers to reveal her softest, most private parts, glistening with moisture and accommodating his throbbing cock that still pistons in and out of her. His hard length is almost shimmering with her juices every time he retracts it. God knows her pussy looks so very delightful as it stretches to take his thrusts; the sight alone almost makes him come undone.

The sight and feel of her rhythmically clamping down on him, together with the delicious sound of his name spilling from his lips over and over again, brings him to the edge and finally tips him over it with full force. His hand on her hip stays in place while the hand that was used to reach around her is brought back up to her shoulder. One he has a good grip he thrusts into her with full force while her orgasm is still milking him, using his hands to pull her whole body back to be speared his rock hard cock, lengthening her release and swiftly bringing him to his.

He thrusts into her with no restraint, once, twice, thr... without warning he hears himself roar like a lion as the wave crashes over him and he gives in, releasing every bit of his pent up frustration along with his seed deep inside her delectable body. On and on he goes, impaling her on his lust, releasing into her like his body wants nothing left in reserve. 

For an impossibly long time all he can feel is her warm pussy squeezing him, her soft skin underneath his hands and his cock, sending wave after wave after impossible wave of cum into her. In all of his incredibly long life he cannot recall ever coming this hard, or this long.

When it is finally over, he collapses on top of her, still careful to not put his whole weight on her. She is such a delicate little thing, she might get crushed. Had he needed to draw breath he would have needed to catch it, but he doesn't need either. Remembering that this was supposed to be correction, he leans over her to speak instead. 

"So, Little One, did you learn your lesson?" he purrs into the nape of her neck. "'Is it safe to say I can release you without worrying that you might run away again tonight?" The girl below him is breathing hard, still coming down from the incredible high he brought her to. 

"Yes Adrian. I will not run tonight. I give you my word." He smiles at her using his own words back at him and notices her use of 'tonight' that limits the extent of her promise, but is satisfied; at least for the moment.

Carefully and tenderly he opens the clasps of the leather cuffs, first on her ankles and then on her wrists. She cannot help but tense and relax the taut muscles in her limbs once, twice, then squirms her naked body around to wrap her arms around him and bury her face in his neck. Her breath envelops his throat like a silken scarf when she whispers to him. 

"I am sorry. I will not disobey you again. There is no need to punish me further." 

He pulls her closer, feeling her whole body melt into his and relax in his arms. With some sense of amazement he realizes she feels secure in his arms, and that he enjoys making her feel that way. Funny how these things can work out, no?

"No, Little One. There will be no reason to punish you further when you have learned your lesson. However, that time is not now. You are beginning to see the truth, but you are still fighting it. Don't you worry my sweet, I will take care of you and not allow you to come to lasting harm. But salvation is not within your grasp yet." She tenses briefly, worried at his words but he continues. 

"Sleep now, my lovely. Tomorrow is a different day, a long day, but for now sleep in peace knowing that I am pleased with you. You did well, Little One." 

For the first time she does not resent the pet name, rather she allows it to make her feel safe and cared for. She snuggles her naked body closer to his, finding his muscled shoulder to rest her head and curls her body into his embrace before letting sleep swallow her into oblivion.

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A few hours later the dawn finds her still curled up, but the body she was wrapped around is no longer there. She wraps her nakedness in one of the ridiculous wisps of seethrough robes he has given her to wear and makes her way downstairs. Following the sound of voices, she finally reaches his study.

She finds him comfortably seated in his large, oxblood leather recliner, having a cup of tea and comfortably chatting about anything and everything with a strikingly handsome young man with whom he has a strong resemblance.

'Ah, here she is! Little One, I'm glad you are awake! Let me introduce you to Kai, my youngest brother.'

Another vampire then, another Old One even. The younger brother, Kai, lets his gaze glide over and take in every inch of her scantily clad body and then smirks at her with eyes completely devoid of human emotion.

She shivers under the strength of his gaze. Cold as steel, hard as ice, or was it the other way around? 

There is no denying how handsome he is, almost irresistibly so, but one look into his eyes is enough to make her tremble all over. Never has she seen anyone, vampire or otherwise, so out of touch with his human side. The mere sight of him terrifies her. Her heart sinks, even before it is wrapped in ice cold terror at Adrian's next words.

"Kai has a crucial role to play in my next idea, and has gracefully agreed to participate in its fulfillment. We will have so much fun!"

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A/N:

So, the final character has been introduced. We now have LO, Adrian and Kai. This is where your choice comes in. Should the next installment be about why LO is with Adrian, or the things Adrian and KAi can to do her together? 

Remember, no matter what you choose you will get them both - the question is which comes first.

Not to worry, I promise there is a HEA here, it's just a few chapters away - and things will get MUCH worse for LO before they get better.

Comments and votes more than welcome!

/Loth 



The Joy of the Hunt Ch. 04



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Warning 1, for the faint of heart: This chapter contains spanking, nonconsent and discipline that (combined with the non-consent) could be considered abuse. If you don't like this, you are probably reading stories at the wrong site, or at least in the wrong category ;)

Warning 2, for the pervs: This chapter contains philosophical musings, quite a bit of dialogue and brings the story forward in a *mainly* non-erotic way. If you are reading this as stroke-fiction, you may want to skip it, or at least read only the bottom quarter.

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I'm sorry you've had to wait this long for an update. I had two chapters uploaded, both of which were rejected for the same reason; I had interspaced song-lyrics in the story, and although I credited the original authors the quotes were considered too extensive. Seeing that I used the entire song, I guess I must accept this judgement. ;)

I lost quite a bit of momentum (read: had a writer's block) while rewriting the pieces without the lyrics. This was harder than one might think; as every section was written to mirror the quote it was based on.

As it is, I've left only the key sentence from the chorus in place. If you really want the full experience of this chapter - read it while listening to Depeche Mode; "Master and Servant", written by Martin Gore.

We left chapter 3 on a cliffie, with LO stepping in through the door to Adrian's study and finding not one but two men there. In this chapter (almost entirely in Adrian's POV) sees the introduction of Kai, Adrian's little brother and partner in crime. A little bit of back-story for the brothers and a little bit of back-talk (with consequences) from Little One. 

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I am sorry for the longass authors note, I'll try to avoid that in the future :)

Now, enjoy chapter 4! 

/Loth

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Chapter 4 - The Beauty, The Brother, The Beast

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As he reached his study and poured himself a generous glass of quality bourbon, Adrian sighed contently to himself. His Little One fell asleep about 20 minutes ago. He waited until he was sure she was in deep, dreamless sleep before carefully unwrapping her limbs from his body and getting out of the bed. He sent her a fond, possessive smile before exiting the door; his Little One, she has so much potential, he's glad he found her.

It's been years, decades, since he last indulged completely in this side of his personality, one that, as far as he knows, he shares with all his siblings. Perhaps this also mirrors the differences between then and now, he mused. He would never have thought to refer to himself as a dominant lover as a young man. Not because he was not, but because it would not have occurred to him that there was any other way for a man to be.

He is fond of his Little One, he really is. She was surprisingly and delightfully responsive to his ministrations. He was not looking for a pet when he found her, having pets is more Kai's thing. And, of course, Charlotta's; although her pets are of a different gender. 

Adrian rarely took one. Oh, it happened, but his pets were few and far between.

That said; his Little One came into his life at a point when he needed to regain control, on many levels. Allowing any mistakes, allowing a measure of control to slip from his fingers, was a rare occurrence. But, he believes there may have been a good excuse for losing his equilibrium this time. After all, his closest confidant turned out to be after his empire and was plotting to have him, along with his entire family, exterminated. It was not that he could not handle the crisis; still, losing a friend of more than 700 years was bound to sting. 

So, excuse him if he's a little bit off his game right now.

There was a muted knock on the door, just a single rap, quiet enough to need his enhanced hearing to be noticed. Adrian did not question who this would be, immediately recognizing the familiar scent of his visitor that sneaked through the thick oak of his front doors. He felt no tension or fear, only relief tinged with a smidgen of happiness. He had missed his little brother and had asked Kai to come stay with him for a little while, or rather; as long as he wished to stay. 

Though aware that Kai may be anything but in tune with the modern times, he was still Adrian's baby brother. Where others saw insanity or megalomania, Adrian saw a youth from his own youth, still true to the values imprinted in them by their elders; values that in Kai's case had not adjusted to how the world changed while millennia passed by. 

Despite common beliefs, Kai is not crazy. Kai is not a psychopath. He is simply a violent, outgoing warrior; the younger brother in a leading clan who was expected to lead the men and show great courage, to uphold the family's honor. His duty had never been to be socially skilled, instead he was expected to die young and gloriously. Kai had been told from early childhood that he was better than his prey. That he and his family belonged to a special group, better, more worthy, the leaders, the predators. It should come as no surprise he still believes it. 

Regardless of past wrongdoings, Kai is still his baby brother, as well as his responsibility and his charge. Adrian is slowly beginning to bring his sibling into this new age, utilising all the gentleness necessary not to frighten the wild horse that is his brother.

He opened the door and stared at his brother's face for a moment, reveling in seeing him still alive after all the drama that so recently transpired. Kai stared back at him, the same emotions mirrored in his eyes.

"Hello brother, welcome Home." 

Adrian decides to step out on the limb and trust in his brother's love, saying the words and opening his arms in greeting. Kai stares at him suspiciously for a moment, trying to read his face, until finally deciding to take things at face value. His posture relaxes and he looks so very young, falling into Adrian's arms and returning the bear hug his oldest sibling bestows on him.

"Thank you, brother, it is good to be home. May I ask entry and welcome into your house and home?" 

The age old warriors greeting slips from his tongue as if it was yesterday he spoke it last, when in fact the words had gone unspoken for nearly nine centuries. He chooses the formal wording, as if he was not known to the lord of the area. Adrian knows that the formality is born from respect and worry, and so he decides to calm his brother in the most complete and formal way possible.

"Of course brother. My house is your home, my hearth is your heat, my lands are yours to roam and hunt. Please, step inside and stake your claim." he concludes, with the closest, warmest most open invitation their society allowed, telling Kai without a doubt that he was welcome for as long as he wanted to stay, and that whatever Adrian considered his in this place, he considered his brother's as well.

Adrian was rewarded with the sight of his younger sibling relaxing, giving him another quick (and manly) embrace before walking into the house. The codes of the olden days had been followed and were now no longer necessary. All that needed to be said has been -- their family bond has been affirmed and for the first time in as long as he can remember, Kai allowed himself to feel "home". Adrian never betrayed him. If his eldest brother claims he is safe, he is safe. Kai has no doubt about this.

A few minutes later Kai is seated in the Winchester leather couch across from Adrian, one arm carelessly flung over the back of it, the other holding a tumbler of 55 year old whiskey.

"So, brother, what have you been up to since sorting out the contender-issue?"

At the thought of the debacle of the past few years, caused by his previous right-hand-man and best friend, Adrian's brow tensed for a split second. Kai luckily missed it, and Adrian went on as if his pained reaction never happened.

"Well, when we finally put him to ashes, at great cost to our loyal followers I might add, I really just felt like I needed to get away. I have spent the last millennium trying to be the rock in this crazy existence..." 

"and succeeding", he hears Kai mutter under his breath, but it doesn't stop Adrian from relentlessly continuing;

"...and I had just reached the end of my rope for the moment. Sometimes even a man of stone has to let loose, Kai". He grins at his younger sibling.

"So, how does a man of stone let loose, brother? I'm intrigued, tell me!"

"Well, on my way back to this safe house, I felt so wronged, so suddenly out of control, I know you recognize this feeling Kai." The younger brother did, he had felt it himself, but more than that he recognized how much more painful it would have been for Adrian to feel out of control, his eldest brother had always prided himself on never losing the reins of action for even a second. Before he could get lost pondering this thought, Adrian continued his story.

"Half way here I took a break at a road side bar. I was hungry and so I entered; looking for a snack." 

Kai raised his eyebrows at this. Adrian has attempted not to feed from the vein for quite some time now. He guessed their old friend's' betrayal must have upset his eldest sibling even more than he previously thought. Again, before this thought could capture him wholly, his brother resumes his tale.

"There she was, a pleasant distraction." He paused briefly, smiling slightly at the memory before continuing. "She's easy on the eyes." A wide grin split Adrian's face at the thought of the girl. 

"I was thinking of taking her then, but decided against it. Then, when she left the bar I noticed a group of seedy looking characters followed her. I got curious and went after them to see what happened. You know me, I'm a nosy SOB" Adrian chuckled.

"Hey, you learned another three letter abbreviation!" Kai laughed. His brother always seemed to have a hard time keeping up with the current mode of speech, a never ending source of entertainment for his siblings. 

Adrian ignored the remark and continued; 

"I walked out the door , and then I saw her. Really saw her." He sighed contently at the memory. 

"She was so angry that she wasn't even afraid. Cussing and screaming at the men around her. She intrigued me, I don't know why. She's just a human." Adrian shakes his head in confusion. 

"So I took her, of course." What had happened to her previous captors was implied and did not have to be expanded upon. Adrian had fed well that night.

"You'll see her soon so you will know what I mean, but she is such a petite, fragile little thing. She looks like a porcelain doll. Even at that first moment I could imagine the feeling of her surrendering to me."

The timbre of his brother's voice rang a warning bell within Kai. He cannot even help keeping the scandalized tone out of his voice as he asked;

"Are you falling for her, brother?" 

"Dear god, no!" Adrian denied venously. Talking to his baby brother about his inner emotional turmoil was not an option at this time. Instead he'd focus his story on the training of his Little One, whose only reason for being here is to distract him from his worries. She was doing her job really well, at this point. Thus, he continues his story with the pretense of not having been interrupted in the first place.

"Anyway, I didn't really stop to consider." 

If Adrian meant for his words to take the edge off the tension, he failed miserably. Kai was in shock. The very thought of Adrian doing something on a whim just felt... wrong to him. 

"I just grabbed her and brought her home with me. I guess her value is two-fold. I've been denying myself the opportunity to indulge in our preferences for far too long; pining over women I can't have, so god knows life owed me a good fuck. And trust me when I say this, Kai, she *is* a good fuck." He could not stop his satisfied Cheshire grin from spreading all over his features. 

"That's her first use". He continued. 

"The second is how having her here and beginning to teach her is really loosening my inner knots. I was hardly even aware how much I missed it..." He took a deep breath before continuing. 

"I finally let go yesterday, you know. Maybe I shouldn't tell you, baby brother, but I did." His eyes drifted away and got lost in a pleasurable memory.

"Let go?" Kai asks hopefully, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear him vocalize it.

"Yes, let go." Adrian confirms. "I have kept her here for a week, until I started smelling her arousal slightly every time I stepped into a room with her. Yesterday I snapped. I have been feeling helpless for too long, so I brought her to a new level, finally deciding to truly try her potential. You know I don't allow myself this relief very often Kai..."

He does know, he has often thought it would do his sometimes highly strung brother good to dominate and worship a girl far more often than is the case. It is his preference after all, so why does he deny himself? Kai sees no reason good enough to deny himself anything.

Kai holds his breath, hardly needing to talk. Or perhaps, not able to talk. The thought of his brother fucking this mystery girl senseless fills his mind. 

"And?" he asked "What is your conclusion brother?"

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We call it - Master and Servant
Let's play - Master and Servant
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Adrian broke out into a wide grin, providing all the answers Kai needed. 

"My conclusion is that she is one of the best candidates we've had in a long time. She's such a small, delicate thing, looking ready to break at the slightest pressure yet tougher than you could ever believe. Her skin is like porcelain and her body is perfect, just small." He grinned and continued. 

"She's like a little doll, a perfect little toy. I call her my Little One." He paused briefly before continuing, knowing Kai will know the rarity of his next statement. 

"And she can take all of me, however hard I give it to her."

Kai raised a questioning eyebrow at his eldest sibling "Really?" He's beginning to get curious about this new doll his brother has acquired, but he knows better than to be interested in anything or anyone where Adrian has laid his claim. 

"Yes, really" Adrian sighed contently, the very breath of air he exhales telling the story of how pleased he was with the experience.

"I initiated her this evening" he said, with a satisfied smile "Tried a few things to gauge her reaction. She is still passed out upstairs, in the playroom" He swallowed deeply; Kai could feel the sexual fulfillment radiating from his brother. 

"She was... more than adequate..." his brother states. "A rare find and one I stumbled across at that."

"So," Kai snarled slightly. "She's worth working on then. Good for you!" He's beginning to lose his cool continually talking about this girl that he will not be able to touch. Really, what's Adrian's game here?

"She is feisty, my Little One" Adrian ignored his tone and continues, a note of pride entering his voice. "This of course could make the breaking process harder and more prolonged. But she's easily aroused and this night also made it crystal clear that she is a natural submissive; you should have seen her reaction to even light spanking. She is a perfect candidate I think."

"The feisty ones are always the best, both to break and afterwards." Kai agreed, gritting his teeth while trying to not be too bothered by the growing interest for this girl that his brother instilled in him. "Anyway, you know I've always enjoyed pretty little things with sharp tongues, feisty is my preference."

"Then you would certainly enjoy my Little One" Adrian chuckles "So, brother. What say you? Can I interest you in participating with me in some obedience training?"

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We call it master and servant
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Kai felt his jaw drop at his eldest sibling's words, he had not been expecting this. They have never been very good at sharing. But, the recent events where members of the inner circle betrayed them had left them all wanting to re-tie their previously strong bonds. He could not deny that the process of breaking in a new slave would be an excellent way of bonding. Not to mention that Adrian usually has very good taste in women, so he does not doubt that this "Little One" is delectable. 

"Two masters, one slave-to-be?" Kai raised a dark questioning eyebrow at his brother "You would be willing to share your pet with me? Share the breaking process?" As Adrian nodded he continued 

"Share a girl with my oldest brother?" he paused for a second, looking very serious, before he could no longer hold his mask. A huge smirk slowly spreads across his handsome face as he locks eyes with his eldest brother, his hero.

"I'm in!"

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Adrian could not help but smile back at his brothers' reaction. It was all he had been hoping for and looking forward to since bringing his Little One here and then inviting Kai to visit. He and Kai both know the magnitude of his gesture in offering to share this process. None of them were good at sharing. So with this, him offering and Kai accepting, the strong re-bonding of their relationship was off to a very good start.

They remained in silence for a moment, enjoying the crackling fire and each other's company, both lost in their own thoughts, before changing the subject and talking about mundane matters. They both heard her approach long before she was in sight of course, and when she patted in through the door to his study, on naked feet, Adrian turns to her with a wide smile.

"Ah! Little One! I'm glad you are awake! Let me introduce you to Kai, my youngest brother."

He was happy to see her wrapped in his favorite La Perla negligée, a full length, kimono style silk robe made almost completely from meshed fabric. It left little to nothing to the imagination while still giving the impression that she is not entirely naked. The image is extremely erotic and he's pleased with her choice, pleased with her. The black mesh contrasts beautifully with her extremely pale, flawless skin and the whole vision makes it very clear that she, despite her petite frame, is not at all a girl but very much a woman. It also left her vulnerable, without the armor of covering clothing. This was something she seemed to be very aware of at this moment judging by how she cringes slightly under his appreciative scrutiny. His cock came to life and began to harden, despite the complete satisfaction he experienced only a few hours ago.

Glancing at Kai he noticed his brother scan the girl from top to bottom and back up again, his features schooled into complete impassivity, his eyes cold and emotionless. Kai has always been a master at this, enjoying the added sense of fear his apparent inhumanity brings out in the prey. His efforts were immediately rewarded with a whiff of fear coming from the girl, her eyes widening slightly and her arms wrapping tighter against her body when she tries to cover her private parts.

It was only because Adrian knows his brother so extremely well that he could tell how pleased Kai is, how the image of her is affecting him. It was in the momentary tension of his shoulders, the almost there smirk as his gaze passed her torso and hips, and of course in slight movement of the fabric of his black jeans. Adrian chuckled to himself; Kai is most definitely not disappointed, quite the opposite.

"Kai has a crucial role to play in my next idea, and has gracefully agreed to participate in its fulfillment. We will have so much fun!"

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Let's play master and servant
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LO POV

"That is quite the delectable little pet you have acquired, brother." Kai rose slowly from his chair, stretching his limbs languidly like a big cat. Where Adrian reminds her of a great lion, especially when purring, Kai is most definitely a lethal Panther. 




The Joy of the Hunt Ch. 04.5



Time: 10 Days before Ch. 1.

Place: A Roadside Bar somewhere in Virginia

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The Joy of the Hunt Chapter 0 - Prequel

(Meant to be read after chapter 4, but if you start here - no harm no foul)

Featured song; Sweet Child o' Mine, recorded and written by Guns'n'Roses

(Writers; Axl Rose, Slash, Izzy Stradlin, Duff McKagan, Steven Adler)

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She's got a smile it seems to me,
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky
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Her laughter rings like the chime of small bells through his mind; it brings up images of green meadows and bubbling streams, wild horses and the crackling of a wood fire. If carefree was a sound it would sound like this. This is what draws his attention at first. He can see her from his seat in a shadowed booth at the back of the bar; she is playing pool with her friends. There is something about her, something he can't quite put his finger to. It is as if she lights up the room with her mere presence. He is not alone in noticing, glancing around he can see that she has caught the eye of several people, all men.

She is such a tiny little thing, like a miniature of a woman. At first glance he had thought this place even seedier than he originally suspected, letting underage girls in and even serving them. The glass she picked up from a side table after failing to pocket a stripe doesn't contain soda, unless they were out of tumblers and started serving soda in wine glasses. A more careful study of her reveals that she is older than he first thought; his educated guess is that she is in her early to mid-twenties. Her growth is not stunted, she is just small, while still very much a woman sporting a thin waist, ample bosom and a most delicious little ass hugged by skin-tight jeans.

He can imagine just the things that he would like to do to that ass. Again, a glance around the room at the other men mesmerized by her presence indicates that this thought is not uniquely his. Over by the bar a group of rather seedy-looking fellows are elbowing each other and comments lewdly and loudly while undressing her with their eyes. It annoys him, though he fails to see why. He is just taking a brief break from driving. He is on his way to his favorite safe-house, stretching his legs and looking for a snack. Maybe a miniature sized snack? He chuckles darkly to himself, he is no better than those ape-men at the bar after all.

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Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I'd stare too long I'd probably break down and cry
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The past week has been simply awful. First waking up in that coffin where Theo, his treacherous second-in-command, placed him. Really? A vampire in a coffin? How trite.

Then realizing that he had been betrayed. Only the loyalty of people he had valued far too little in the past had kept him alive, much less still in charge. Hunting Theo down was easy. Ripping him apart was gratifying. But, when it was all over he felt tired to the bone. That's ridiculous in itself. Vaires do NOT get tired! 

Still, once it was all over he felt emptier than he ever had before. Betrayed, worthless, dirty. In the process of saving them all from the one man who he believed had loved him more than anything yet ended up hated him he had caused the one woman he loves more than anything to hate him. Not that she knows how he feels, not that he is sure that she hates him, but he assumes she does. He hadn't even been able to face her afterwards; he took the cowards way out in this as well, leaving her a note. Theo was, after all, her brother.

Ah, the conflicts of the immortal mind. And heart. Yes, let us not forget the heart.

Living for more than 3000 years had not prepared him for this betrayal, first from his best friend and then from his mate. He is reeling inside and out, his equilibrium a cause long lost, a dream after waking. Looking at the little woman by the pool table he sees innocence, a sparkle in her eye, which makes him envy her. What he would not give to possess that innocence.

Now, there's a thought. 

What is to say he can't, in fact, 'possess' that innocence? 

A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his handsome features at the thought. It has been too long since he indulged, too long since he was proactive instead of reactive. Perhaps taking control is just what he needs to banish this overwhelming sorrow, this feeling of abandonment and despair? The little one over there doesn't look like any of them, not like any of the conflicting women he has previously let into his long, long life. This girl has a beauty that is all her own. One with no uncomfortable memories attached. That is exactly what he needs right now.

Yes, she is a little one, isn't she? Without even noticing it he names her in his mind, the two words unconsciously becoming capitalized. 

His Little One. 

Still, entertaining though the thought is, he should just pick up someone to snack on and be on his way. He has far too much on his mind right now to seriously entertain the notion of breaking a new girl in, no matter how enticing. Some of Theo's henchmen are still at large, as is the traitor Theo's mate. He will need to plan carefully how to handle the aftermath of the past weeks' events. 

Picking up his phone he sends a quick text to his youngest brother, letting him know which safe house he is heading to and inviting him to come stay for as long as he wants.

Once there is a plan in place to sort out the complicated aftermath of Theo's failed coup, he also has to start thinking about how to handle Her. The more he contemplates his actions, the more he realizes that the note just isn't going to cut it. She doesn't know yet, but he has plans for her. Big plans. Eternal plans. Only, they were just disrupted and he needs to get them back on track. He sighs deeply. 

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Yes, he should just pick up a snack, that waitress looks just about right, and be on his way. He gazes over at the Little One again, just in time to see her place her glass back down on the side table and lean over to take a difficult shot, practically laying her whole body (what little there is of it) on the green felt of the pool table to reach the white ball at the right angle. Only the tip of one of her knee high boots remain on the floor, barely enough to not make the shot a foul. However, that is not what captures his attention and makes him lose sight of his plans to just get up and go, no indeed it is not. 

To his mind's eye he has no problem seeing her in exactly this position, minus the clothes, bent over the leather love seat in his 'special' room with that delicious behind that she is currently teasing him with pink from his palm, or maybe a paddle. He can imagine her gasp as he spreads her cheeks and exposes her sex to the elements, and to his erection. The mere thought of seeing just how much of his sizable cock such a tiny frame can take causes it to twitch and begin to harden, uncomfortably fast.

She makes the shot and stands back up, making a small twirl and taking a bow to her friends, circling the table to get the right angle for the next shot. Her eyes positively sparkle. He notices how blue they are and how perfectly they offset her strawberry blonde hair. Funny, that's a fairly unusual color and exactly the same shade as the women of his youth always has in his memories, in the old world. Ah, the memories! Only a few days ago he was sitting in his study in his old mansion, remembering and reliving his younger years for a full evening, right before the proverbial s*it hit the fan and spread too fast for anyone to escape it's befouling properties. 

She leans over the table again, giving him a clear view of her cleavage -- her position making it seem like her ivory mounds are almost ready to escape her top. They are just perfect, not too small and not too large -- just over a handful, the way he likes it. The pale perfection of her skin makes it even harder to tear his eyes away from her glorious breasts. Speaking of harder, that's another place he wouldn't mind burying his straining cock -- her breasts seem to be just large enough to press together and fuck. Angled right he can reach her mouth so she can lick his tip on every stroke. He purrs to himself at the thought.

"Seriously Adrian, you need to stop this now!" He scolds himself. Really, there is no time for dallying right now. Sexy ass or not, curvy gorgeous body or not, sparkling eyes, pearly laughter and hair made for fisting (where did THAT thought come from?) or not, it is time to get up and go. He shrugs his shoulders and seeks her out with his eyes again, surprised to see that she is no longer at the pool table.

Lost in his quiet reverie he had almost failed to notice her leaving. When he returns to the here and now he lifts his eyes only to notice her shrugging her short leather jacket in place on her slim frame and moving towards the door. He is just about to relax as the temptation to acquire a small (he chuckles) distraction was becoming quite impossible to resist when he notices the group of men who were previously making lewd comments about her. Now ominously silent with eyes glued at her retreating form they get up as one man and follow her out the door. Being a predator himself he recognizes all the signs. No, this will not do at all! He drops a bill on the table and swiftly follows.

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Adrian exits the bar, silent as death, just in time to see the men go after his Little One. She has noticed that she is being followed and is picking up her pace. The way she is walking is now just short of running, but it is not doing her any good. With just a few strides the tallest of the men reaches her and grabs her shoulder, stopping her short and bringing a frightened gasp from her. 

Knowing that he is vastly superior to this group of mortals in every sense, Adrian decides to hold back for a second to see how the scenario develops. He is curious, in a slightly twisted way, to see how she handles the situation. There is no reason at all for him to take action on her behalf, yet he already knows that he will not allow any lasting harm to come to her. Still, she does not know him either -- him coming to her rescue before it is even clear that she needs rescuing would likely scare her more rather than endear him to her. His inner voice objects to the last thought. Endear him? Why would he want to be endeared to her?

Most of the men, there must be five or six of them, are lounging back in the parking lot. The Little One slaps her "captors" hand from her shoulder and tells him to... 

Oh dear, she has a mouth on her, doesn't she? Adrian chuckles at her clear description of the man's heritage. He is quite sure it is not possible for bestiality to lead to pregnancy, but she seems quite certain that this is the only way this particular man could have been conceived. Apparently his mother has had intercourse with a... 

No, really. Little One, that is just crude! He is glad he held off intercepting the situation, this is proving quite amusing. She is delightfully creative with her insults too, they get ever more intriguing as the man does not let her go. Creative, but not very smart. She is such a tiny little thing, and the man is quite big, not to mention already clearly out to get her. Infuriating him may not be the best way to go. 

As he studies her, Adrian reminds himself that he must remember that she has a defiant and stubborn streak. He will take great pleasure in taming this one. There are many ways one can put a mouth as agile as this one to good use he thinks to himself as his cock does another happy anticipating twitch. 

Another objection from his inner voice rises at this though; What are you thinking, Adrian? Didn't you just decide you didn't have time for this?

She is getting agitated now and whips her head around to try to find any kind of help or at least a witness. Finding none, she is clearly about to scream when the man forecomes her by clasping his large hand over her mouth and nose, muffling her loud cry and explicit words before they exit her mouth. She immediately lashes out with her leg, just narrowly missing his crotch. That was a lethal blow, had it connected he may have been the last in his line. Adrian cannot help but be impressed by her fierce defense although it is becoming increasingly clear that it is in vain.

The man picks her up as easily as if she is made of paper and presses her back to his chest, beginning to carry her back to the parking lot and the others. One of the men, likely the leader judging by the way the others are acting near him, lifts his body from the relaxed slouch he has previously assumed against the hood of his car and looks at her with lust filled eyes as his henchman carries her back. He grins widely, revealing a yellow grin with a missing front tooth, and slowly zips down his fly while he stares at her.

'Good catch Billy Ray!' he drawls at her captor. 

"I know we said we was gonna take her away right away, but I gots to be horny watching da chase! I'mma just gonna take her over the hood here and the rest of y'all can take turns in the back of the van, m'kay?" 

With that he grabs the girl by the scruff of her neck and slams her down on the hood of the car in front of him, the blow beating the air from her lungs and preventing her from crying out despite the hand over her mouth being gone, while simultaneously ripping her jeans down to her knees revealing her pink lacy boy shorts. The whole interaction only takes a second or two, but she is clearly scared now, really scared as she realizes what is about to happen. 

Adrian has seen enough and forcibly silences the inner voice that tells him this is none of his business. Up until just a moment ago she was empowered and he enjoyed seeing her defiance, but there is nothing at all enjoyable in the current development. Scum of the earth, ready to force a woman. And his mother called HIM an abomination?

He doesn't realize he growled out loud until the leering comments stop and the men turn around to look at him.

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"Whaddaya starin' at, Gramps?" The leader has regained his composure after his initial surprise that they weren't alone. 

"Just ya walk away now, nice and easy like, and no one will get hurt, a'ight?"

He flashes Adrian another gap-toothed, yellow grin before aiming a vicious slap at the girl's ass, forcing a yelp from her despite the little breath in her lungs. He makes sure her arm is still pushed up behind her back in a death grip before continuing.  

''Cept mebbe dis li'l pussy here, that is!" 

He grins and the rest of his crew laughs. Unbeknownst to him, he has just signed his own death warrant. No-one slaps that sweet ass but Adrian, and even then only when the gasp brought from her will be at least partly from pleasure.

"Oh, is that so?" the ancient vampire purrs low in his throat. "I believe the only way no one gets hurt here, but I make no promises mind you, is if each and every one of you try your best to get out of my sight with the speed of light. I believe the lady is uncomfortable with the attention you are bestowing upon her." 

The unspoken threat is strong enough to make a couple of the men unconsciously step back before they perform a quick body count and realize that they are six to one. With that, courage in numbers return in force.

"That sounds like a threat, Gramps." The leader grins at Adrian. "Who's gunna make good on that, then? You and what army?" 

He takes a step towards the vampire, followed by the rest of his crew. Adrian finds himself surrounded by muscle-men who apparently expect him to be frightened. From the corner of his eye he sees his Little One shakily pulling her jeans up and trying to sneak off, but her original captor grabs her by the hair and pushes her up against the car, secure in the belief that his five friends are enough to handle this lone suit. 

Adrian manages to catch her eye and give her a mischievous wink before answering. 

"Don't worry, Little One." He says, ignoring the muscle around him. "You are in no danger." 

("From them, no. From You though?" his inner voice adds.) 

"I will be with you in a second" he concludes, turning back to the pathetic human in front of him and slowly shaking his head.

"And here I was considering giving you an honest chance to live. Tell me, have you heard of the Darwin Awards?" he asks with a smirk, their answer being a state of dumbfounded silence. They are not used to their prey not being frightened of them; the lack of fear makes them feel a tad uncomfortable. Luckily, this state will not last long. In a minute they will feel a tad... dead, instead. He smirks.

"Well, I am granting said award to all of you. It means," Adrian continues with a chuckle dark enough to chill their bones "that you are too stupid to live and I am doing humankind a service by removing your pathetic selves from the gene-pool." 

Without giving any of them the chance to respond, he gets to work. In a smooth motion his hands enter the chest cavities of two of the men, retracting a moment later with a still beating heart in each hand. Dropping the hearts on the pavement he then gracefully turns 180 degrees, stretching his hands out and taking two heads clean off with the motion. They land on the concrete with a sickening thud and start rolling away. One hits the foot of Little One's guardian causing an involuntary yelp to escape his lips. Good, four down, two to go.

Stepping towards the leader he backs the man up until he is flush against the car, standing next to Little One while her "guardian" stands on the other side of her. Adrian leans towards her with his arms on either side of her face. In a mockery of what a man being ready to make out with his girl against a car would have looked like his hands, instead of leaning against steel, are pressing against the chests of her two main assailants. His fingers passed the skin and separating muscle, he can feel the intoxicating scent of their blood as it trickles down their chests and his arms from his fingers. 

She is frozen, wide eyed, shocked, yet... is that exhilaration? Empowerment? Yes, he thinks it is. He addresses her directly, both men frozen solid in terror and bleeding around his hands.

"Tell me, little one, is this what you want?" 

She looks confused so he clarifies, wiggling his fingers slightly causing his victims to cry out in agony. 

"Do you feel merciful, or is this, their deaths, what you want?" 

Understanding lights up her eyes. She just nods, swiftly, still slightly out of her mind with the fear and the adrenaline 

"I don't know why what I think would matter, but yes, this is what I want."

Ah, she's a fierce one, his Little One. He will have so much fun taming her. Even his subconscious has accepted the inevitability of that now and is not putting up another argument at the thought. 

"Good, then you get to stay awake." He smirks at her confusion and explains; "I am hungry, and if you didn't want it I would not have forced you to watch."

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The blood may have felt a tad bit tainted, but Adrian fed well that night.
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Once sated he quickly cleans the scene up, disposing of the bodies. Although all of them need careful hiding, clearly having met their demise in a way nothing short of supernatural, the two final ones warrants extra care. They are the only ones with bite marks, after all. A freshly pressed handkerchief comes from his pocket to wipe the blood from his chin. Through it all she watched him, wide eyed.

When he is done he steps towards his car. Noticing upon arrival that he is alone at the vehicle, that she is frozen in her original position, he swiftly moves over to the passenger side and opens the door, then looks at her and extends a hand towards her, capturing her bright blue eyes with his cappuccino brown orbs. 




The Joy of the Hunt Ch. 04.5



"Come, Little One, it is time for us to go." 

She looks apprehensive. Not scared, but confused. Looking deep into her eyes he repeats the order, his pupils dilating slightly as he does so.

She steps towards him without hesitation, not wondering why she would do so when a moment ago it seemed like such a bad idea. She owes him her life. She does not know who he is, but she feels like that fact alone means he owns her, and she will trust him. His eyes are captivating; her whole being trembles in response to his very presence. There is something about him that makes her want to please him. It confuses her; she has never felt this way before. 

She gets into the car. He leans over her to fasten her seatbelt, his breath caressing her neck as he does so. 

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They have been driving along dark country roads for more than half an hour before she finds the nerve to speak again.

"Where? Where are we going?"

"Home"

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 Just like Chapter 4, this submission was rejected due to too extensive use of quotes. It was originally written "wrapped around" the entire lyrics of "Sweet Child o' Mine" by Guns N' Roses. As it now stands, the first verse remains, setting the tone for the start of the story,

Although I reworked CH.4 to past tense, I have left this in the original present tense. Which do you prefer?

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Original A/N - Wow, this got a lot longer, and a tad darker, than I planned. I hope you don't mind :)

I'm curious if your thoughts on Little One's rather quick submission to Adrian change when you know what kind of situation he got her out of? ;) Also, this is giving you a little inkling of Adrian's two minds regarding her, why he is trying to keep her at arm's length yet cannot help but be enamored by her. This duality started the moment he laid eyes on her, as you can see.

Between the events in this chapter and the first time we meet LO in chapter one, 1 week has passed. In that time she has asked to leave and been denied, realizing she has but traded one captor for another and initiating the flight attempts. She has also learned a little bit about vampires as well as, probably, begun exhibiting the start of Stockholm's Syndrome.

*Chuckles to herself at Hillbilly wannabe-rapist calling Adrian 'Gramps'*



The Joy of the Hunt Ch. 05



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Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION, erotic fiction at that. I do in no way, shape or form endorse rape and am a firm believer in that it IS rape no matter if he/she later enjoys it. That does not mean that the fantasy cannot be intensely erotic.

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Warning: This chapter contains explicit scenes of a sexual and oftentimes brutal nature. There is caning, DP, bondage and cuddling - among other things. There is NOT a lot of plot. :)

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A/N:

Here it is, the PWP chapter. 12k words of stroke fiction. You can thank me in the comments ;)

Any and all comments welcome, except any version of "That's just not realistic". I did try to keep this within the realm of possibility (with the exception of the two male leads being vampires, that is), but complete realism was not what I was aiming for. Considering the topic, that would have made this chapter deeply disturbing rather than arousing.

Madly erotic fantasy, however, was EXACTLY what I was aiming for. Let's assume that being turned into a vampire will also ensure you get a wonder-cock, shall we? 

Please let me know what you think about this chapter. The comment and rating fields at the bottom are there for a reason.

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Moments later the black silk blindfold is wrapped around her head, plunging her world into darkness and causing all of her other senses to sharpen. Someone is stroking their palms over her shoulders and chest. At the same time she can feel the ropes around her upper body being tested, then added to. Another double loop of rope is added, encircling both her breasts and digging in to her ribs, pushing her mounds up and out from her body to stand even prouder than they already did.

Suddenly there is a mouth on each of her nipples, sucking, licking, pulling and nibbling her hard buds, pushed even further into erection than before by the rope. The feeling is exquisite and despite all of her conscious efforts to the contrary she can't help but arch her back to try to push her breasts even further towards the magic mouths. She wants to curse at them, cuss them out, but surprises herself by instead releasing a loud moan as the sensation of their tongues circling her nipples causes streaks of lightning to flash through her body .

"Told you." Adrian comments to his brother with a deep chuckle. The rumbling sensation does strange things to her body, just like last night..

"Holy..." Kai sounds amazed at her reaction to the advanced bondage and subsequent manhandling . 

"You're right brother, she's a natural." Strong hands stroke her thighs from knee to hip, making her legs weak and causing delicious fluid to pool between her legs. 

"Now, less talking, more doing." Both brothers chuckle in unison before she is lifted up by her buttocks and placed on her side on a hard padded surface. The table she noticed before, perhaps? Suddenly there are hands everywhere.

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A/N: The next section switches point-of-view between the brothers and does a wrap-around of the timeline with every paragraph.

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As by an unspoken agreement Adrian is concentrating on her upper body and Kai on her lower half. Having left them largely alone yesterday, Adrian is enjoying her breast immensely. He is tugging on her buds, burying his face between the soft mounds, and nibbling, licking and sucking at her erect nipples. In a heartbeat he loses his dress pants and briefs, returning to his ministrations of her chest with his throbbing cock right next to her silk clad face. One hand around his shaft, he steers it towards her mouth without saying a word. Once his swollen head touches her lips, she jerks slightly, sticks her tongue out to feel what is there and withdraws again with lips closed tightly at the now familiar taste of his pre-cum.

Kai, meanwhile, is stroking her thighs, her ass cheeks, her abdomen, feeling the delicious smell of her increasing arousal assault his nostrils. He pulls his fingers along her slit, immediately coating them in her juices, and soon after finds her clit with the pad of his thumb. He sees Adrian suck and tweak her nipples as he starts rubbing her clit, using the fingers of his other hand to part her inner lips. She is writhing and moaning under him as he keeps rubbing her, finally sliding two of his fingers into her core, extracting another loud moan from her. His fingers start pumping in and out of her and when he sees Adrian quickly lose his clothes he does the same. Returning to her a split second later he grabs her upper leg and places it on his shoulder, spreading her incredibly wide and giving him an excellent view of her folds, glistening with moisture.

Adrian shakes his head to himself, she still has much to learn. Then he brings his face down to her left nipple and bites down, the pain causing her to gasp. As she opens her mouth to draw her gasping breath he doesn't waste a second before shoving his rock hard erection down her throat, and suddenly all she can do is keep up, moaning at the sensation of him mouth fucking her until stiffening and gasping from another invasion.

Locking eyes with his brother who is already rubbing the engorged head of his erection over her lips and getting ready to make her open her mouth, Kai takes his shaft in the one hand not busy rubbing her clit and aims his veined cock right at her entrance. At the moment Adrian bites down, causing her mouth to open and his cock to enter her mouth, Kai thrusts his rock hard erection into her pussy. His brother has already told him what her slight body surprisingly can take, so he is none too gentle, instead ramming his cock into her until it sinks in to the hilt on the first stroke. It feels fucking fantastic! A groan of pleasure escapes his lips and he closes his eyes tightly at the sensation of her slick, tight walls stretched impossibly wide to take all of him in.

She screams around Adrian's cock as his brother possesses her pussy and he doesn't know if it is from pleasure or pain, or both. He does know that the feeling of the sound she's making while he's mouth fucking her is fantastic, and that's really all that matters right now. He takes a firm hold of the hair in the nape of her neck to help her take his erection deeper and faster, matching his strokes to Kai's so that his brothers thrusts pushes her mouth further onto his cock.

On his end, Kai is in heaven as he continues his fierce thrusts. He leans back to get a good look of his throbbing cock as it slides in and out of this petite little thing. He finds it amazing that her small frame can take him at all but that's no reason to go easy on her. She was rude and obnoxious when he told her to let him fuck her before, so this time he isn't asking, or trying to be gentle. With one hand on her leg over his shoulder and the other on her hip he fucks her hard, relishing in her cries, or perhaps they are moans, muffled by his brother's dick. He lets the hand on her hip slide inwards to be able to rub her clit again, intensely, in time with his brother's thrusts in her mouth and his own pace in her absolutely delicious pussy.

Spreading her this wide gives him a clear view of her other entrance, pink and puckered, but for this moment he is satisfied by watching her sweet pussy stretched to its limits to accommodate his girth. She starts shaking violently as her orgasm comes closer; her blindfold is moist with tears. Not wanting her to cum just yet Kai stops fingering her clit and reluctantly withdraws his cock from her body. Her strangled moans around Adrian"s dick continue, and Kai walks around the table to stand next to his brother, his hands roaming all over her body. They catch each other's eye and Adrian pulls his cock out of her mouth. A quick sob has time to escape her lips before Adrian's erection is replaced with Kai's. He thrusts in her mouth a few times, allowing her the opportunity to taste herself on him, and then removes his hard on to again leave space in her mouth for Adrian's erection.

"That's it Kitten. Suck us both" he manages to get out between gritted teeth as they take turns fucking her mouth and fondling her body. When Kai once again relinquishes his place for Adrian and takes his own throbbing length in his hand, his brother grins at him and uses his fingernail to draw a thin trail of blood along her collarbone. Kai immediately feels his fangs escape his mouth and bends down to lap the blood up, the taste is beyond anything he has tried before. When it is his turn to claim her mouth again he repays the favor by reopening the gash with his fangs for Adrian before rising back up to let his cock savor her sweet lips and tongue.

She is gasping for air every time the cock in her mouth changes and the deep moans that escapes her while trying her best to please them affect them both. Kai moves back behind the table, all the while caressing her body, while Adrian gives her a moment to catch her breath. He licks her nipples and strokes her waist with one hand, the other is firmly wrapped around his own throbbing erection. 

When Kai is back in position he again lifts her leg up on his shoulder, this time bending it a bit further forwards towards her shoulders, thus allowing him to penetrate even deeper. With a glance between them the brothers both thrust back in her, none too gently, extracting a muffled wail from the blindfolded girl between them.

The power of Kai's thrust twists her body slightly towards him and she must struggle to keep her head turned enough to keep Adrian in her mouth. 

"Yes, Little One, that's right. Fight for it! Fight to suck me!" Adrian pants with one hand behind her head and the other at the base of his cock. He moves slightly upwards, forcing her to stretch her neck to take his length, creating a different angle in her throat. He pushes back in, hits the back of her throat and pauses. 

"Little One, Swallow around me!" he orders, and with a loud moan she complies. To her surprise this causes the tip of his cock to slide past the resistance at the back of her mouth and into her throat. Another push of his hips and she finds her nose touching his pubic bone as she's taken his entire length into her mouth. Adrian groans loudly, lost in the pleasure while he continues to take her mouth and throat in long, careful strokes, pausing and pulling out regularly to allow her to breathe.

Kai continues to pound into their petite beauty. Her delicious pussy clenches around him at every thrust. He has learned from Adrian that her previous sexual experience was limited, that she never even tasted cock until yesterday. But now here she is, just look at her! He is beginning to lose it, looking at this delicate, innocent creature swallowing both their massive cocks at once, one in her mouth and one in her oh so tight pussy. He begins to thrust harder into her, alternating between rubbing her clit with his fingers and hitting it with his pubic bone. Her moans around Adrian's cock grow louder and more frantic as Kai's length slides in and out of her, deeper and harder with every thrust. 

Again the brothers' eyes meet and in an unspoken agreement they both pick up the pace, while intently caressing her body. Adrian is rubbing her breasts and stroking her nipples, Kai is flicking her clit with one hand and letting the one on her ass which he uses to consistently lifting her sex up to meet his thrusts slide to the side. This allows him to use a finger to play with her puckered back opening, never entering but continuously teasing. She releases a muffled wail at the sensation and her whole body begins to shake again. This time he doesn't move away.

"That's it Kitten, cum for us." Kai coaxes her while his cock pistoned in and out of her. His thumb on her clit picks up the pace even further and the girl is struggling with her bonds, she's writing so hard. He slows the pace of his thrusts and concentrates on her clit for a second, feeling her shake more and more. 

"Clench on my cock while you're swallowing my brothers cum Kitten, common, you know you want to!"

Her inner walls start to flutter and he pulls his hips back, pausing for a second while almost completely withdrawn from her. He locks eyes with his brother and with the unspoken agreement he then takes her clit between thumb and forefinger and pinches down on it, hard, while putting all the power a mortal body can take behind the thrust that buries him to the hilt in her, pushing her body further on to Adrian's cock. She wails and thrashes, her whole body arching while the most powerful orgasm in her life swells over her. The vibrations of her screams around his erection causes Adrian to come undone. Roaring with pleasure and throwing his head back he shoots wave after wave of cum down her throat.

Kai holds back another second, waiting for her wave to peak and slowly begin to fade before repeating the process. This time he wets his thumb in his mouth before first pinching and then immediately beginning to apply both pressure and motion onto her swollen clit, The stimulation together with his forceful thrust picks her right back up and immediately sends her into a second orgasm, almost as strong as the first. Losing control at this second clenching assault on his cock he pounds into her another two times before releasing a fierce growl, just like the panther she likened him to. He feels his balls tighten and then release all his pent up anger and frustration along with his seamen deep in her body while her pussy spasms around him.

The aftershocks find him relaxed and content. Adrian reaches over her body to the release one end of her bonds. Pulling it, they quickly untie her body before any cramps set in. Kai withdraws from her and Adrian picks her up from the table, bridal style, and swiftly carries her over to the huge bed, remade with fresh silk sheets. Placing her completely exhausted body between them all three of them lie down on the bed together. 

A drop of Adrian"s cum escapes the corner of her mouth and Kai's load is beginning to wet the inside of her thighs as it slowly leaks out of her. She is sweaty, worn and, the brothers agree, absolutely beautiful.

As she once again finds herself cocooned between the two vampires; the overwhelming sense of safety, comfort and contentment returns to her. She whimpers softly while two pairs of hands, previously hard as steel, caress every inch of her with the gentleness of a swan's feather. They are rubbing the marks of the ropes that dug into her arms and chest, removing the blindfold and drying the remains of tears from around her eyes.

"You did really well, Little One, really well." Adrian strokes her hair and kisses her brow, his voice full of affection and pride. She inexplicably feels happy and content at having pleased him, no matter which way it was attained. She knows there is something that should bother her about that when she hears him continue; "Now, have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes Master." She really has. She shouldn't have spoken so to his brother, her other Master. She doesn't know what came over her and feels really sad that she disappointed them both. A small small voice in the back of her head is screaming at her that this is wrong, but she is ignoring it. Instead she turns to Kai. 

"I am sorry Master, I am so sorry." Tears fill her eyes again and she buries her face in his chest, feeling his comforting strokes along her spine.

Kai smiles at her and places feather light kisses on every surface of her head that he can reach with his mouth. He stops caressing her for a moment and instead wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his chest and enveloping her in strength, warmth and security. 

"Yes, Kitten, I know. We are satisfied, and you are forgiven." She relaxes into his arms.

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The petting and stroking continues, gentle and caring. She feels that she has really atoned and gained their forgiveness and their affections. One of them gets up, she doesn't know which one as her eyes are still blissfully closed, only to return with what turns out to be a bowl of warm soap water and two soft sponges. She is lifted up and placed on a towel, still without opening her eyes. Then she feels the sponges gently washing her body, her face, her sex -- any remains of sweat and seamen is removed from her body and soft, feather light kisses are placed on her skin from two directions as the cleansing goes on. Time flows by and she can feel strength return into her mind and muscles, while still being deliciously relaxed.

"Did it turn you on to suck both our cocks, and be fucked by us both, Little One?" Adrian asks her while carefully turning her over and stroking the sponge over her buttocks. 

"Yes, Master." It's funny how much easier saying those two words becomes with time. Still, a small voice inside her head seems to be struggling to make itself heard.

"You've never come so hard in your life, have you, Kitten?" Kai continues, the momentary silence suddenly making him realize that he didn't ask a question that Adrian's rules allowed her to answer. 

"Am I right?" He continues, amending his mistake. 

"Yes, Master." She sighs contently, but the screaming voice in her mind is getting louder.

"So, have you not only learned the important lesson, but are grateful that we taught you?" Kai feels like he is repeating himself, but making his Kitten say the words out loud will admit to them and her that she is beginning to settle into her role as their submissive. They may prod her to say it with their questions, but she needs to express it herself. It is an important step.

Something in her awakens at his words, the inner voice comes to the forefront with a roar. She shakes her head slowly to clear it from the cobwebs put there by the brain washing treatment she has gone through during these last few days. Seriously? He wants her to say that she is grateful they tied her up and fucked her two-on-one? Grateful that Adrian made her deep-throat his huge cock? Grateful that Kai deigned to impale her on his massive erection?

Ok, so maybe a part, a big part, of her wants to say yes. Embarrassingly enough, say yes truthfully, but another, much bigger and most of all older part of her will hear nothing of it. She tries to hold it back, she really does. The part of her that is beginning to learn, beginning to be trained, what they want is very aware that talking back is a very, VERY bad idea, but what is left of her self-esteem will not let her act any other way. She is trying to control herself, so the words do not exit her mouth as aggressively as her unconscious wanted them too. From the sudden tension in her lovers" bodies, it came out harsh enough.

"No Master, I am not grateful that you raped me. My body may keep saying yes, but my mind is still saying NO. That means it is rape. No matter how much you make me want it. Let me go, please. I don't want to be a part of your twisted games anymore." She stops to take a breath but then doesn't dare continue as she feels the rigid state of the two muscular bodies she is sandwiched between. She realizes that even without cussing them out this time, she has taken her statements too far.

Also, thinking about it in the light of what she has learned about them, she has unfortunately issued something of a challenge; to make her want it with her whole being, not just her body. None of them seem like the kind of man to step down from a challenge. As she is contemplating this she notices Kai looking at his brother over the top of her head, a world of words passing between them in that one glance, and then speaks.

"Well, Adrian, I don't know about you but I believe I have rested long enough. It is time to return to the stubborn girl that still does not seem to have learned what we intended her to, despite the previous signs to the contrary." Adrian sighs and nods at his brother. 




The Joy of the Hunt Ch. 05



"Indeed, every victory seems short lived with her. However, I think we can do better, brother, don't you?"

"I know we can." With that she feels her body being lifted in strong arms and placed back on the table, face down, with the attached shackles snapped around her wrists and ankles. 

Oh shit!

"Now, Kitten..." she hears Kai's voice purr behind her ear "You have been a very bad girl, talking back to us like that. And do you know what we do to bad girls?" 

She shakes all over as she feels his large, calloused hand stroking her ass, right where it is the most sensitive. One split second later his hand is pulled back only to come back down forcefully with a smack that echoes through the room. The spanking Adrian gave her earlier, although painful and humiliating had nothing on this! Kai's motion was designed to hurt like hell, and it did. She screams at the impact that pushes her forward on the table and the pain immediately brings tears to her eyes.

"We punish them. You'd be surprised at how many ways there is to punish a bad girl, and how much we enjoy it" He chuckles deep in his throat, a deep, vibrating sound that travels through her body and scares her senseless at the same time as it excites her. 

"We usually do not introduce the next stage this quickly, but you are a special case." he continues, still breathing in her ear and bringing out goose bumps all along her body. 

"You surrender in one way and keep fighting in another. We cannot trust in your surrender at this point." Another wicked slap hits her ass, again forcing a loud yelp from her lips. 

"Who knows, maybe you will find the pleasure in the pain?"

Kai's breath stays in her ear as she feels the end of something hard trail along her backbone all the way up to her neck. A tongue touches the base of her neck in its wake and trails lazily over to land at the base of her other ear. Adrian's breath fills her mind and her senses. 

"You are freed from restrictions to not speak unless spoken to, Little One." he purrs to her, his deeply masculine voice touching every nerve end of her body, her whole being is concentrated on his words. "But we will not stop until you surrender, mind and soul." He bites her neck, painfully hard, with blunt teeth; bringing excitement she thought she was too tired for back into play. 

"Luckily you are being trained by two vampires. Counting the few weaknesses we have, lack of stamina is not one of them." His deep chuckle shakes the very core of her being. She notices a thin bamboo cane in his hand, the tip of which must have been what she felt along her spine.

"This time, Kitten, you will not come unless we find you deserve it, and certainly not until you beg for it. And you better be convincing in your begging." The younger brothers voice breathes into her ear. "The time of patience has passed. Now is the time to show you that you are all ours."

The table is angled in a way that she can still see the tool wall, the one that frightened her so yesterday, the one where Adrian said "another day, another idea". She shivers as she realizes that this is that other day and that other idea, and that she brought it completely upon herself. This could have ended with her snuggled between them like she was only minutes ago, if she hadn't been too stubborn to give them the answer they wanted. Instead, here she is, strapped down on a table and completely aware that this is just the beginning of her trials, trials that could have been avoided. She swears at herself while testing the bonds.

Unbeknownst to her, the brothers are standing right behind her, watching her writhe on the table. She twists her body this way and that, testing the limitations of her bonds. All the while Adrian and Kai are watching her naked body fighting the bonds and deciding what to do with it, each with a thin, flexible cane in hand.

"Little One, stop struggling and get up on your elbows and knees!" Adrian's voice underlined with a strong note of authority orders from somewhere behind her. She tries to twist her head around to see him but can't quite crane her neck far enough. 

"Adrian, you don't have to..AAAAHHH"

*WHACK* Adrians hand holding the cane rises and falls in a sharp moment. The sound of the cane hitting her buttocks, still pink from Kai's hands, echoes in her ears only to be drowned out a moment later by her own wail. The pain of the stroke is intense; it feels like someone has placed a thin burning rope right across her ass.

"I said, on your elbows and knees! Do not make me repeat myself again, Little One." Adrian's voice is deceptively soft. Soft the way an avalanche is soft. She whimpers while she hurries to pull her legs and arms under her, the shackles just allowing her to change her position. Soon she is on all fours, the fact that he ordered her to rest on her elbows and not her hands puts her upper body closer to the table than her lower body, leaving her back arched and her striped ass invitingly propped up in the air, her sex, still swollen from Kai's earlier ministrations, almost pouting out between her cheeks. 

"Kai, why are...AAAAAARGH!" Her words are yet again interrupted by a loud wail.

*WHACK -WHACK* In almost perfect synchrony two canes come down, one from either side. Adrian places another stripe perfectly parallel to the first, while Kai aims slightly lower. His strike does not only stripe the lower parts of her cheeks but also hits her swollen lips, just narrowly missing her clit. The pain is excruciating and her wail turns into sobs almost immediately.

"And what is the correct form of address, Kitten?" Kai purrs while trailing the tip of his cane up and down along her slit, causing her to flinch each time he passes the bright red stripe. "I'll give you a hint. You get one strike per wrong answer, so the two you just received were for getting it wrong twice."

"Kai, I.." 

*WHACK* Her wail is even louder this time, laced with sobs. Kai hasn't lifted the cane far from where he already had it, instead flicking his wrist to let the supple end of it strike her swollen clit. Her whole world turns red with the intense pain and instinctively tries to lower her ass to get it out of harm's way but her hips are immediately captured in Adrian's firm hands, angling them right back to their previous position. 

"Stay!" he orders her, firmly. By now the very thought of disobeying an order of his makes her shake in fear, so she lets her hips be maneuvered back into position and then keeps them there.

"Try again, Kitten" she can hear the smirk in Kai's voice without being able to see it as he continues "A second hint, you continue to get it wrong." He chuckles while leaning back to admire their handiwork. Her delicious ivory globes are now adorned with thin, bright red stripes, his cock is growing impossibly hard at the sight and he can see his brother having the same reaction. Her pussy is even more swollen than before and perhaps not only from the caning. If he isn't completely mistaken, it is also beginning to produce new moisture.

Adrian notices it too, using two fingers to spread her inner lips, revealing the sight and scent of her budding arousal as she whimpers and tries to move her burning, whipped sex away from his touch, stopped by the barest hint of his cane under her thighs. Who would have thought, he ponders? The brothers share a grin that threatens to split their faces in two. 

"A natural submissive indeed" Kai mutters under his breath, too low for her to hear. Adrian nods, letting his tongue trail her slit from top to bottom, having a taste of her fresh juices lightly but deliciously spiced with blood from where the cane hit her tender tissues. 

"Delicious, a rare find." He confirms to his brother, equally quiet, then stands back up and licks his lips. 

"Well, Little One? My brother asked you a question. We do not like to be kept waiting. The proper form of address?" Adrian lets the tip of his cane lightly flick over her pussy, enough to cause sharp but manageable pain, unlike the intensity of the previous strikes.

"M.. m.. master" she finally manages to get out between sobs.

"Good girl!" Kai beams at her. He leans over her back and lets his hands caress her striped behind, soothing and irritating the burning welts, all at once. 

"Good little Kitten." He purrs in her ear. She can feel his massive erection pressed up against her, but he is not making any move to enter her. "Now, are you likely to forget that any time soon or should we continue this lesson to make sure you do not forget?"

"No Master, I will not forget!" she gets out in an almost hysterical voice, hoarse from her wailing. "Please no more, no more... I will not forget Master, I promise!" To her horror she can feel fluid slowly escaping her pussy, fluid that is not the remains of Kai's load. Her traitor body is getting excited in the midst of her torture. Maybe because of the torture. When she heard the expression "pleasure and pain" before, she never thought it could ever apply to her, or that the pleasure would be this painful.

"What say you, brother? Do you think she has learned her lesson?" Kai asks with raised and wiggling eyebrows. Her whole body tenses up in fear as she waits for her first Master's response. Adrian pretends to think it over for a moment, before slowly shaking his head. 

"I think we have been too trusting in the past when she shows remorse, which is why we are now correcting her for the third time in an evening. A few more stripes would both look good and weld the lesson into her mind I think. Do you agree, brother?"

"Absolutely!" Ignoring her loud and tearful protests that she indeed has learned her lesson and this is not necessary at all, they take up position again, this time only Kai holds a cane while Adrian stands next to her body, studying her cheeks. 

"There, I think" he says and points to a pristine part of her ass, right in between two welts.

*WHACK* Kai places a new stripe precisely where Adrian pointed, with the same intensity as in the first hard strokes. Her pride gone she now wails at the top of her lungs when the cane hits her skin. Adrian's hands caress her cheeks surprisingly tenderly, slightly easing the burning pain before pointing in a new location, right below her ass at the top of her thighs. 

"And there."

*WHACK WHACK* Two strikes in quick succession places parallel welts on her thighs, the upper one touching her outer lips as well. Her vision is becoming cloudy and she's beginning to lose her voice from the wailing. When she feels Adrian's hands again caress and soothe the new welts she feels an absurd but undeniable gratitude towards him for easing her pain. When his hand strokes the part of the stripe that crosses her pussy, her insides clench with a strong surge of unexpected arousal.

"There, there, Little One" he purrs to her. "Just a little more, it is for your own good my little doll. You should be thankful. We are just making sure you will not forget this lesson, you understand?"

"Yes, Master"

"Well then, to make sure you feel involved get to choose where we place the final two strokes. At least one of them must touch your sweet pussy."

"Wherever you chose, Master" she is sobbing, but filled with a sensation that she wants to please them. She doesn't know where it is coming from, but it is strong and undeniable. She finds herself actually pushing her ass into his caress. She cannot see his pleased grin, but she imagines she feels the heat of it. Then his hands leave her as he moves behind her and picks his own cane back up. He looks to Kai as to say "Your choice" and waits. Kai studies her now perfectly striped backside and decides on going absolute center, right across her lower ass and her core. He pulls his arm back and delivers the sharpest strike yet.

*WHACK!* The sound of the strike pierces the air, closely followed by a desperate moan, her vocal cords now too strained to yell. The cane comes back glistening in the middle from the juices it picked up when striking her opening. Adrian looks at the new stripe, takes aim and whacks his cane in the exact same place, taking the sharpness of the hit to new heights. Her lungs attempt to force another scream out of her but it comes out as a whimper. 

"That was the final two." Kai kneels behind her to rub his hands lightly over her burning behind and lets his tongue stroke her equally stinging core, bringing soft relief.

"Thank you, Master" she hears herself mumble as he eases her pain. Kai's eyebrows rise to meet his hairline in surprise, Adrian thinks his jaw may touch the floor. 

"Excuse me Kitten, what was that?" She is too exhausted from the pain, the screaming and the crying to be afraid right now, and so simply repeats herself; 

"I said thank you, Master. Was that the wrong thing to say?"

The brothers look at each other and just shake their heads in awe. Yes, she's a natural, but for her to reach the point where she thanks them after a severe caning, without prodding, was completely beyond all expectation. They are thrilled.

"No, Kitten, not at all. It was just perfect. You did well." Kai goes back to gently licking her folds, tasting the same sweet mix of arousal and blood that his brother enjoyed earlier, while Adrian stands next to her face, stroking her hair. 

"Good girl." He murmurs proudly, she really is something else.

"All you have to do is surrender."

o-o-o-o-o-o

"Now the starter is concluded, to the main course!"

Grinning while he reaches in under the table, Kai retracts the long rope she was previously restrained by. He starts looping it around her in a completely different way. Her arms are tied, just like before, but this time they are stretched above her head, lifting her sizable breasts to cause their nipples to aim towards the roof. Delicious. Also, instead of tying the rope around her breasts and bringing it around her upper body he loops it around her upper thighs and hips, spreading them apart and supporting her, almost like wrapping her in the ropes of a swing.

The likeness to a swing becomes uncanny as he throws one end of the rope over the hook in the ceiling, and quickly and effortlessly hoists her up. Her slight frame presents him with no trouble at all, and soon her tussled form is suspended from the ceiling, neither foot touching the floor while her legs are spread, teasingly exposing both her front and her back entrance.

Reaching towards the tool wall she sees Adrian grab a bottle of lubricant and squirt some out in his hand to rub it all over his cock, apparently relishing the feeling as he rubs it on clearly pleasuring himself. Despite her relative innocence she is beginning to suspect where they are going with this. As soon as the realization hits her, her pleas start.

"Oh god, no! Adrian!" She completely forgets her previous lesson of what to call him in her horror of realizing he is planning on putting that huge thing in her tightest hole, never used for anything but its original purpose. Continuing to lube his cock in long leisurely strokes, he raises a perfect eyebrow at her while bringing the tube to her ass cheeks, spreading them with his fingers and squeezing to deposit a large dollop of lubricant right on her back entrance. His fingers start spreading the gel around and slightly into her puckered hole. 

"Please don't do this. Please!" she continues to beg. "I've never done this...And you are so big, I can barely take you normally." she's almost crying as she keeps begging him. "Adrian, please don't! I've never done this, I can't!"

"There are so many things you haven't done that we will introduce you to, Little One" Adrian purrs in her ear. "And, as my brother said at the start, perhaps you will find the pleasure in the pain. Besides, I found you." He purrs deep in his throat. "Your anal virginity is my finder's fee." He chuckles to himself, clearly excited at the prospect.

With those words he slips a finger into her back entrance, slowly beginning to thrust it in and out of her. The intense pleasure of it takes her completely by surprise, although even this tiny intrusion is also sending small waves of pain through her. If his index finger penetrating her anus hurts her ass... She does not even want to contemplate what his huge cock will feel like. As soon as her treacherous tight muscles begin to relax he adds another finger, spreading them to open her back door while using the ropes to swing her onto his hand. 

Kai, standing on the other side of her, cock in hand, lets his swollen tip graze her clit every time her swinging motion brings her into reach. 

"See Kitten, we can make it feel good, IF you want." He grins at her. 

"No, Adrian! Kai!" she is sobbing through her pleas. "Please don't do this! I will do anything you want, just please don't do this!" She is literally terrified. The fearousal streaming out of her every pore is delicious and only serves to make them harder and more determined. Their patience is slowly running out and the time to stop making it easier on her and simply claiming whichever part of her they want is quickly approaching.

"There are two things wrong with that statement, Kitten" Kai tells her. "The first is that we can already make you do anything we want. The second is that fucking your ass IS what we want." He cocks his head to one side before continuing 

"Finally, your inability to consistently keep to the correct way of addressing your masters is really not helping your case or inciting us to go easy on you. We have thicker tools than canes to inflict corrective pain and make you see the error of your ways." 

Her eyes can't help but slide to his literally massive erection when he speaks about "thicker tools" and she knows without a doubt that even though they have already fucked her hard, they could have made the process much more painful for her than they did -- instead they chose to give her pleasure.

Swinging in the ropes suspended in the ceiling, she still manages to turn her body around to look at Adrian. His cock is now covered in glistening lube, but that just makes him slicker, it doesn't make him any smaller. Turning her head around 180 degrees, there is Kai, his own massive erection in hand and ready to do whatever to her pussy that Adrian chooses to do with to her ass. Catching his brother's eye he knows that it is time. Kai walks up to her extended form and lifts her legs up around his hips to spread her, both front and back. He rubs his cock along her slit a few times, to wet it, and then without so much as a "by your leave" he enters her in a single painfully hard thrust until his cock is buried to the hilt deep inside her pussy. She wails at the sensation, the intrusion is so hard and sudden that it brings her more pain than pleasure, but instead of Kai beginning to thrust in her he stays still when he is as deep as possible, quickly allowing the pain to subside and the feeling of ecstasy to take over as he fills her to the brim. She allows the sensation to feel good for a moment, until she starts realizing why he isn't moving.

She feels Adrian's calming presence cover the back half of her body, and then his presence is suddenly anything but calming as she feels the engorged head of his huge cock pressing against her virgin ass, while his brothers' massive erection is buried deep in her pussy. She tries to beg him again. 

"Adrian, Master, please, don't do this!" But he simply purrs in her ear and partly repeats his brother's earlier words 

"Shhh, Little One. This *will* happen. Just relax and you may enjoy it, there can be pleasure in the pain." The tip of his cock slips past her cramping ring muscle, stretching it incredibly and forcing a pain filled moan from her lips. 

"Nooooo, please!"

Adrian's voice turns harder as he pushes his over-sized cock another inch into her ass "You are pushing my patience to the limit, Little One. If you think the purpose of this exercise is your pleasure you are sorely mistaken. You are mine. And for now you are ours. I've tried to be patient with you due to your inexperience, but I believe it is time to simply show you. If I want to fuck your ass, I will!" He grins for a second "Like this."




The Joy of the Hunt Ch. 05



He stops talking, retracts the inch that he has pushed into her until only the tip of his erection is still inside her puckered hole, briefly tenses his hips and then -- completely without regard for further preparation of her minute body, thrusts his entire length into her ass, effectively taking her weight off the ropes in the ceiling as she becomes impaled on one cock in each hole, lifting her further off the ground. Had he not lubed so carefully the motion might well had torn her beyond repair. 

As it is it causes no lasting damage, but the pain of the sudden intrusion ripples through her body in red hot waves. As his hips touch her ass forcefully, proving he has buried himself as deep as he can in her anus, the red welts already there from the previous caning gets aggravated, adding a small amount of pain to the already almost unbearable experience. She throws her head back and wails, long and loud. The two huge cocks in her is making her feel like she will explode from the inside, and unlike last time neither of them are stimulating her along the way. This time they are punishing her for real, and taking their pleasure without giving. Kai's words in the beginning of this round resound in her mind.

"This time, Kitten, you will not come unless we find you deserve it, and certainly not until you beg for it. And you better be convincing in your begging."

The brothers look at each other over her shoulder, sharing the intense bonding moment. Only a thin membrane of tissue separates their throbbing cocks from each other, and they both possess the same girl at the same time, with no sense of jealousy. In an unspoken agreement, they start rocking in and out of her -- reveling in the exquisiteness of her tight entrances, utterly enhanced by her being filled to the very limit by another cock.

Kai reaches down to support her ass, Adrian takes a hold of her hips and waist. Together they start moving her in time with their thrusts, sometimes lowering her gently and sometimes slamming her down on their double penetration.

Somewhere along the way, the intense pain of Adrian's anal assault starts to be matched by equally intense pleasure. The pain remains, but the pleasure joins it and takes the edge away. Somehow her screams turn into moans, her pleas for them to stop into pleas to continue and her whole body melds into them. Her head spins even harder and the last vestiges of resistance lets go. A sudden realization hits her.

What happens to her is no longer her choice. This is all they are trying to teach her. They are not trying to hurt her, they are trying to _teach_ her, and pain is a good reminder. Adrian, her Master, gave her a chance to experience a gentle anal penetration and she squandered it by thinking she could avoid it all together. It is not his fault he is fucking her so hard it hurts now, it is hers.

It is like an epiphany. The pain starts to drain away, leaving acceptance and pleasure in its wake.

*What* happens is not her choice, but *how* it happens can be. Her mind spins and their words starts swimming through her head, warping and changing with each repeat, some words falling out while the core message gets clearer.

o-o-o-o-o-o

"Little One, All you have to do is surrender."

"This time, Kitten, you will not come unless we find you deserve it, and certainly not until you beg for it."

o-o-o-o-o-o

"All you have to do is surrender."

"not come... not until you beg for it.."

o-o-o-o-o-o

"have to ... surrender."

"beg for it."

o-o-o-o-o-o

"Surrender."

"Beg"

o-o-o-o-o-o

Adrian feels it the moment it happens, it takes Kai another second or two. Something changes in her, something profound, on a much deeper level than the admissions and small victories that have been achieved up until now. There is something in her scent. There is something in how she is no longer either struggling or being limp, but gently rocking with their motions, aiding the flow with slightly undulating hips.

It is in how she arches her back to lean her head on his shoulder as he forcefully thrusts into her sweet, tight ass. It is in how her legs around Kai's waist tighten around him, holding her up by her own force and releasing his hands from lifting her ass to roam her body. 

It is how her moans loose the unaccepted edge and painful aftertaste to instead express rising excitement. In fact, it is in how her cries and whimpers fail to be complaints at all, instead becoming true moans. It is in how her pussy floods with so much moisture that it drips between her holes to wet the base of his cock when it is buried deep in her ass, and he hears Kai's appreciative sounds as her inner walls become more slick around him and her clit swells.

But it is really in how the unspoken reactions become outspoken actions. How she grabs the short hairs in his neck in her fists and pleads, not orders... 

"Touch me!" turning her head to catch Kai's eyes, extending the plea to him. They both hold off responding for a second, looking at her. She realizes, remembering the words, she must plead, beg, and truly show that she has surrendered. Not just do it, but show it. Suddenly it becomes easy, natural.

Her whole body relaxes, neither fighting nor helping the pounding of their cocks into her most private areas, but not being able to help the moans their thrusts elicit from her tiny frame. They realize she is trying to say something and slow their pace, giving her a chance to get her words out. The change is clear and they want to hear it.

"I am yours. I don't know why I fought it, but I now know I am only yours. Please take me with you in making this pleasurable. Teach me, include me, own me, and take me. Please include me, touch me. Master, please let me cum too. PLEASE!"

At the word "Master" she quickly turned her head, making it clear she included them both. There is no doubt in their minds that she is serious, that this is genuine. They have trained before and they know what it looks like when a slave accepts her calling, breaks and becomes willing. It's just mind boggling how she fought harder than they ever do, seemingly gave in and then didn't like they never do and then surrendered -- all in a nights work.

Now the change in them is equally clear. It is not all about their own pleasure any more. Their pleasure is no less important, there is just an added goal in the activity. She gave in, truly submitted. She must be rewarded for this, about that fact there is no question. Their hands are everywhere on her, squeezing her nipples, fondling her ass. Kai pulls the hood of her swollen clit back to allow his pubic bone to hit it with every thrust, Adrian takes advantage of his brother exposing her bud by letting his still lubed up finger rub it intently between each stroke. The combination is intense and unbearable. Sweet, intense friction followed by hard pressure combined with complete penetration, over and over again. A deep vibration starts at her toes and fingertips and moves slowly inwards.

Adrians cock in her ass is giving her immense pleasure. Why was she ever afraid or opposed to this? The intense pain of his entry has faded in her mind, not to be recalled until the next time he wants to (and subsequently, will) push his erection through her back door. Now when they are not only fucking her hard, but also rubbing her, pleasing her, taking her with them, her body is brought closer and closer to sweet release, what the French call "the little death", with every stroke. 

Her head is thrown back in bliss, exposing her white, untouched neck. Kai's eyes meet Adrian's and quickly flicker to the throbbing pulse in her neck, and receives a minute nod in reply from his brother. Her ass is not the only part of her that will be penetrated for the first time today.

The brothers watch each other as if in a mirror as their fangs expand and their expressions take on the demonic appearance of their true nature. The girl is still lost in bliss from the thrusts of their cocks in both her holes and the intense clitoral stimulation she is receiving. From her tremors, they can tell she is close to release, and neither of them really can wait to fill her with his cum. They smile an otherworldly, wicked smile at each other before increasing the pace of their thrusts to near unbearable speed for a human, lowering their heads and simultaneously piercing her jugular on either side of her neck.

"Ahhhh! FUCK! Oh my GOD!" Her scream, initially from pain, almost instantly turns into ecstasy. Being filled to the brink of her capabilities, especially Adrian's cock thrusting in and out of her ass, their fingers on her most sensitive parts and now finally coupled with two pairs of fangs forcefully entering her skin combines to send her over the edge to an absolutely mind blowing orgasm. Kai feels her pussy spasm around him while swallowing her blood and, having no further wish to hold back, thrusts violently into her for another second or two before his cock twitches and he starts cumming hard inside her. Every thrust filling her with another load of his cum. Its amazing there is so much left after coming so hard not that long ago, but there seems to be an endless supply as far as she is concerned.

Adrian on the other hand, is intent on taking this to the next level. She has begged for her own release, he wants to see if he can make her beg for his. He keeps thrusting his impressive member in and out of her ass, continuing to rub her clit as she rides out her orgasm, her head bent back over his shoulder and his fangs buried in her neck. Carefully he retracts his fangs and speaks in her ear in time with his thrusts. 

"What do you want from me, Little One? Say it, and I might just give it to you." He punctuates the last words with hard strokes, one for each word.

She moans at his invasion of her ass before answering. 

"I want you to cum in me, Master" He grins at the fact that she still uses the title she has been drilled to say even at this stage. This is the best proof he could get that she is in fact completely his now. 

"What did you say?" he repeats, teasing her "I didn't understand." She tries to turn her head towards him, her breath being knocked from her lungs with every forceful thrust into her ass. Kai is still thrusting into her pussy, although with less intensity than before he came. Of course he is still hard, he is a vampire after all.

Finally she gets her head far enough to look into his lust clouded eyes, and gets to say what she wanted to, in gasping breaths as the aftershocks of her orgasm floods over her. 

"I want you to grab my hips and pull me onto you as hard as you wish for and need to, Master. Then I want to feel you spurt your hot cum into my ass. THAT is what I want. I want to please you, Master. I want you to cum in me."

At her words he loses it completely. To the rhythm of her last contractions from her earlier orgasm, he grabs her hips and starts pistoning his cock in and out of her ass. Reaching around her he intently stimulates her clit, the twin sensations of his cock and his fingers quickly rising her up on the top of the wave again. He is fucking her ass so hard he thinks he might cause lasting damage, so he bites his wrist and holds it to her mouth as he bites down on her neck again. As her sweet blood runs down his throat and he swallow, he pounds his cock into her harder than ever before, secure in that she has taken his blood and will heal. On the first big gulp he feels something loosening inside of him. She is his, she has given herself to him and he is taking her in the most intimate way possible -- a way that even many long standing lovers never do. Her anus clinches deliciously around him as his teeth, tongue and cock sends her into orbit again.

He really doesn't mind if a girl has known the touch of a man before, as long as he gets to be the first to possess her ass. Not that he doesn't love owning a pussy, but there is something extra intimate and special about pushing his -- honestly, for this purpose -- too big cock up a woman's anus. He doesn't need the extra tightness, pretty much every woman feels tight if you have enough girth -- no, for him it is the visual of tight buttocks, slightly or completely unwilling, spread by his fingers and then watching his rock hard erection pushing in where she didn't think she would ever allow anyone to enter. Scorching hot. Taking his little Ones anal virginity in such a forceful way makes him feel alive, and strong, in a way he has not in a long time. Yes, she is really doing her job to distract him. He has tried all of her cavities now, and they are all delicious. He really can't pick a favorite.

Finally allowing himself to feel all of it, her clenching ass brings him to the edge and beyond. He leans his head back and growls out his release, as he shoots wave after wave of hot cum up her puckered entrance. He removes his fangs from her neck before he takes too much and relishes in the feel of his cock twitching deep inside her tightness.

When he finishes releasing in her he stops moving, realizing that Kai and his Little One are also still. He looks at his brother for a second, sharing what needs to be done, and quickly unhooks her ropes from the hook above her. Kai has moved away, but Adrian is still supporting her against his body, his cock buried deep in her ass. He never makes the same mistake twice, so he checks with her now.

"Little One, how do you feel?"

"Happy, master"

Carefully, he repeats and rephrases Kai's question from earlier, the one that started round three. 'So, my doll, have you learned your lesson? Are you grateful we took the time to teach you?" Her answer does not waver for a second and is miles away from her previous insolence.

"Yes, Master. Thank you for teaching me. I am sorry it took me so long." She tries to lean further back towards him, and he uses the moment to untie her arms and legs from their bonds, slowly walking over the bath tub that Kai is in the process of filling.

She really has submitted. He grins at that, while still aware that does not mean the training is over. She will make many mistakes in the next few days that will need to be corrected. Such a pity, he thinks to himself as the very thought makes his cock twitch again -- but by now he really is too tired, they all are. He carefully removes his still semi hard cock from her anus, leaving a stretched, half open entrance behind, slowly leaking his semen. It is a very erotic, and a very possessive, picture. She is HIS, there is no better way of showing it. He looks to his brother and smiles.

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Once the tub is almost filled her body is submerged in hot, gentle caresses. There is something with how water moves that almost makes it feel like a touch. The tub is large, made for 6-8 people, so when Kai and Adrian slips into it there is hardly any disturbance to her feeling of freedom.

They settle to either side of her, allowing their hands to roam, gently, over her body. Adrian's blood has already healed her, inside and out, the intense pain is now a distant memory whilst their sweet caresses are overwhelming reality. The men move closer together, Adrian gently lifting her legs to let her hips rest in his lap while Kai leans her upper body against his muscled chest, his hands gently stroking her sides and breasts, his soft lips placing feather light kisses against her neck and shoulders. A deep and content sigh slips past her lips while her body settles against them.

Reaching to the side of the tub Adrian picks up two soft, natural sponges already prepared and soaked in exclusive body wash and hands one of them to his brother. He chose the scent of musk and light vanilla to perfectly compliment his Little Ones natural scent and is happy with the result as she leans deeper into them both when it hits her nostrils. Gently, ever so gently, they start cleansing her, the sponges in their hands caressing every inch of her body and making her feel pure and loved. Whispering sweet nothings in her ear, mixed with praise and pride at her performance she knows she did well. Right now nothing could make her happier.

Instead of slipping off into exhausted sleep her body begins to gently react to their caresses. Not powerfully intense, simply relaxed arousal caused by loving, sponge-holding hands tickling the underside of her breasts, the inside of her thighs, the small fold where her buttocks meet her thighs. Noticing her pert nipples beginning to harden and her relaxed breath turning slightly shallow the brothers lock eyes and an unspoken agreement pass between them causing their caresses not to intensify but rather slightly change focus.

Dropping his sponge on the side of the tub Kai brings his palms to fully cover her breasts, feeling their perfect size and shape filling his hands, her nipples poking into his palms. He begins to gently rub and fondle her soft globes, lifting, stroking, caressing, never grabbing or pinching. His mouth by her ear is now breathing down her neck, nibbling her earlobe and sending shiver after shiver through her body. 

"Would you like us to show our appreciation, Kitten? You have earned it." He purrs into her ear, his voice almost as deep and rumbling as Adrian's when he is in the same mood and having the same effect on her as goose bumps rise on her skin despite being submerged in the comfortable heat of the water.

"Mhmm" she nods and mumbles her agreement, her eyes never opening while she leans her head further back into the crook of his neck, her soft hair floating out in the water to tickle and caress his chest. Her left arm reaches out blindly until her hand finds another body, her fingers gently exploring Adrian's shoulders, trailing down his arms and finally finding his hand, entwining her fingers in his. Her actions cause a content rumbling sound to roll from his lips, the vibrations going straight through her body and making her hips lightly grind down into his lap, having an immediate effect on his previously exhausted member.

His gentle caresses along her thighs increase their span, coming closer to her core at each apex of their upward motion, before turning and again trailing down her leg. His other hand gently squeezes her hip and upper buttock, not hindering her grinding motion but also not forcing her harder onto him. This situation has no force involved whatsoever, they are simply pleased to be pleasing her. She arches her back to push her breasts more firmly into Kai's hands and tries to angle her hips for Adrian to finally touch her where she needs him to; she finds his progress is excruciatingly slow.

Eyes still closed her right arm rises up and wraps around Kai's neck while her left leg snakes around Adrian's waist, spreading her legs for his gently probing hand. 

"Please..." she murmurs as her breaths turn more shallow and her heart beat quickens. 

"Please what, Little One?" Adrian purrs. 

"I need..." she realizes she doesn't know what it is that she needs and just shakes her head. "I just need." She concludes.

Both brothers chuckle at this, the rumbling again striking at the very core of her being and making her arch her back further, mewling like the kitten Kai has dubbed her. Not wanting to torture her further, Kai let's one of his hands trail down her flat stomach while the other keeps caressing her breasts, switching from one to the other. As his hand reaches her center he expertly finds her clit and starts rubbing it lightly with his thumb while using two other fingers to spread her folds. Taking advantage of his brothers actions, Adrian allows his hand on her inner thigh to rise to her spread folds, gently prodding and caressing her entrance, only to find her impossibly slick under the water. He allows two fingers to slip into her wetness, carefully and surely curling his fingers in a "come hither" motion to find that special spot inside her, stimulating it in time with Kais rubbing of her clit.




The Joy of the Hunt Ch. 06



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Warning: There is no explicit sex in this chapter. There is, however, plenty of talk and character development.

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AN:

Welcome back to TJoTH, my lovelies!

After the downright pornographic previous chapter we will now take a small break in LO's training to instead delve into her, and Adrian's, personality and psyche. 

This is a short chapter, only just short of 4000 words. It needed to end where it does, so please don't flame me for that. I DID give you over 12.000 in the last chapter, after all :)

I hope you enjoy this foray into fleshing out the characters. It contains one of my favourite quotes of the whole story. Can you spot it?



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She wakes up slowly, stretching languidly between the caressing sheets. At first she is unaware of where she is or how she got here, and then the events of last night come crashing down on her consciousness like an avalanche. Her eyelids fly open and she whips her head from side to side, trying to find the danger. When no direct threat materializes her heartbeat slows somewhat; the awareness of her squeaky clean bare body in-between crisp, fragrant sheets instead beginning to instill a sense of comfort to her mind.

Yesterday begins to feel like a dream. A nightmare? A dream or a nightmare? A dream AND a nightmare? Oh, she just doesn't know. 

What she *does* know is that this is the most comfortable bed she has ever been in, that her body feels sated, clean and pure and that the sound of the piano drifting into her boudoir comforts her worried soul. She knows one more thing for sure -- whether last night was a dream, a nightmare or stark reality, it ended on a note where she had done well and was cared for. She has nothing to be afraid of right now, nothing to fret over. Her body and her mind relax. There is much to think on, and many uncomfortable questions to both ask and find the answer to, but the time for that is not now. She really deserves a break, she thinks. 

She simply decides to pretend to be Beauty, with a Beast that is currently in human form, so that she may enjoy it. Come to think of it, that may not be far from the truth.

Slowly twisting her body she manages to sit up on the side of the bed, carefully scanning the room with her blanket wrapped around her bare shoulders. There on the nightstand next to the bed are a few items of clothing, neatly folded. They seem to be the source of the lavender scent she realizes, as she notices small bags of cloth stuffed in-between every fold. Her assumption is confirmed when she reaches out to touch one of the little bags and a fresh waft of lavender fills her nostrils.

She stands up, barefoot on the plush, thick carpet; her toes dig into the soft fibers and make her feel like she is walking on air, or at least on fluffy clouds. Carefully unfolding the items left for her she finds that they consist of a pair of white lace boy shorts, a beautiful dove grey silk and cotton chemise and a rather revealing but tasteful and warming full length robe, made from the sheerest grey cotton and adorned with pink silk trimmings. So, not really clothes for a hike in the woods, or any outdoor activity for that matter, but a very stylish version of what one would wear on a long leisurely Sunday spent lounging indoors. 

Should "One" be an eighteenth-century courtesan, that is. Ah well.

The garments are still a great improvement as compared to the skimpy things he had her wear last night, she muses. Beautiful as they were, they still made her feel more naked than dressed. It comes as no surprise to her as she slips into the new garments that they fit her perfectly, hugging her in all the right places while staying exceedingly comfortable. Catching a glance of herself in the full sized mirror covering the bathroom door she can see that besides being comfortable the clothes flatter her, they make her look enticing but not slutty. Quite in line with her previous musings, she realizes that she is dressed like a lady of a century long past taking her rest within the confinements of her own home. 

She slips her feet into the matching 3 inch mules. Dove grey and adorned with pink ostrich feathers they make her feel like she is playing a part in a Marilyn Monroe movie. "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes", she chuckles under her breath as her reflection reveals that she looks exactly like she feels; her sleepy strawberry blonde hair floating like an unruly cloud around her head. She smiles to herself at Adrian's perfect compromise between the revealing things he likes to see her in and clothing that will make her feel comfortable, albeit like an actress.

With that thought she steps into the bathroom and splashes her face with cold water to get the last vestiges off of her features. Then she opens the packaging around a new tooth brush supplied for her, she assumes, to clean her teeth and refresh her sleepy breath. Perhaps even vampires do not appreciate morning breath? She notices a few basic make-up items placed above the faucet and hardly hesitates at all before adding a layer of mascara to her long lashes and nude gloss to her lips. The movie star outfit she is in along with her previous decision to pretend to be Beauty for a day would have it no other way. 

Is she making herself pretty for her captor? She quickly squashes the thought. After a few strokes of the thick brush provided her strawberry curls settle from mad bed hair into a more lady-like coiffure. 

Finally she feels ready to face *Him*. She assumes it will only be Him. Her memory of last night distinctly tells her that his brother bid her farewell before he left, in a way that indicated something less temporary than just for the remainder of the evening. For whatever reason, her recollections of the latter part of the evening are somewhat hazy, but the departure of his brother is crystal clear in her mind.

She does not know whether to be happy or sad about this. His brother (Kai, was it not?) touched her in places previously unknown to her, and not only in a physical sense. For sure; the two brothers introduced her to a whole new realm of physical experiences last night, she blushes when she thinks of it and her reactions to it. But still, when she thinks of Kai what she remembers the most is how soft his eyes turned when he looked at her right before he left, and how "Kitten", the pet name he gave her, sounded like a caress on his tongue.

No, she will not allow herself to dwell on this right now. Pleasant as the thoughts are, they are also very disturbing. A large part of her personality is objecting fiercely to her warm fuzzy feelings towards a man whose first contact with her was to dominate her completely, cane her, tie her down and possess her every humanly possible way. Her feelings towards Adrian were easier to handle. He snuck under her skin slowly, increasing his domination day by day until the day before yesterday when he pushed her to the point of complete submission. 

She knows he cares for her, feels true affection and to some degree even pride for her, but his voice never takes on the tinge of warm care Kai's did when he departed, his eyes never feel like they are caressing her gently as they scan her naked flesh. No, she cannot think about this right now. She does not belong to Kai. She belongs to Adrian, her Master. A small, buried part of her is still screaming that she belongs to no man, only to herself, but she is becoming more proficient at ignoring that voice as time goes by.

She is walking towards the bedroom door as this thought strikes her, and she freezes in the middle of taking a step. The thought had come unbidden, without forceful prodding. Is this how she really feels? Does she belong to him? It goes against anything she has ever learned, everything she has believed to be true about her personality. 

Inside her brain the ignored voice bucks and fights the thought like a wild horse fighting its first saddle, while another part takes comfort in the safety and belonging of it all, tired of the pain and strife. At the moment she is still unsure of which part that will win out in the end, they are both alive and kicking. Shaking her head to clear her mind, unwilling to release her feeling of comfort at least for the moment, she drowns the whinnies of the wild horse, opens the door and carefully steps out into the hallway, following the sound of the beautiful piano music that will lead her to her Master.

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Adrian is lost in the music. His fingers caress the keys of ivory and ebony gently as he coaxes intoxicating sounds from the bowels of the beautiful instrument, much like his caress of a woman will coax the most beautiful melody from her. He has loved these key instruments since they first came into existence, in all of their incarnations. First the spinet, thin and fragile sounding, then the cembalo, the instrument his friend Wolfgang had used to compose most of his music. He had briefly enjoyed the clavichord, but once a Florentian cembalo-maker had finally improved on the design and created the world's first pianoforte in the early 1700's, Adrian knew that he had found the ultimate instrument.

He currently found himself dwelling completely inside the music streaming from his Steinway Baby Grand. Having opted for one of Wolfgang's later pieces that he so enjoyed, his reverie was interrupted (though not unpleasantly so) by the gentle arrival of his Little One. She did not try to interrupt him, instead she merely walked up to the piano and leaned her elbows on top of it, closing her eyes and clearly enjoying the sad and longing timbre of the music. Once the final note reaches its vibrating conclusion she sighs deeply and opens her eyes; looking straight at him while part of her soul is clearly still lost in the music.

"I have always enjoyed Mozart so much, and this piece in particular is so hauntingly beautiful. He was dying when he wrote it, was he not?" Adrian felt his eyebrows rise to meet his hairline in surprise at her comment. His Little One has a taste and interest in the fine arts, hmm? 

"Yes, he was." He responds "But unlike his final piece for orchestra, he managed to finish the last piano concerto. I remember I had to practically force my blood into him so that he would stay lucid enough to finish it; it would have been a shame to leave this piece undone. I wasn't in town when he caught the final flu though -- I have always regretted not to be able to save Requiem."

"YOU are the reason Concerto 27 is complete?" She could not hide her shock. "You KNEW Mozart?"

He nods. 

"Of course I did. Wolfgang was a good friend of mine, a true genius. He was the main reason I stayed in Vienna for the last half of the 18th century. Wonderfully skilled but incredibly troubled, Wolfgang was." He sighs at the memory. 

"I even offered to turn him, once it was clear his health would not allow him to live a full life, but he refused. He said to me; Adrian, great art is born from great pain, and there is no greater pain than our mortality." 

He sighs deeply at the memory. Losing people you care about truly does not become easier with time. 

"He did concede for me to heal him with my blood when the pain got too bad though."

"How did you meet? I envy you so, to have known him, spoken to him!" She is clearly thrilled, delighted, and roses rise on her cheeks. He chuckles to himself as he closes his eyes and remembers 

"I fancied myself quite skilled with both cembalo and pianoforte, quite proud of it too, until the day I sat in the Austrian court and experienced a five year old perform a full piano concerto, composed by his own hand and brilliant enough to steal the breath from every soul in the room. It was a humbling experience, let me tell you." He chuckles at the memory, being humbled was not an everyday occurrence for him. 

"I made a point of following the boy and his progress ever after that. Eventually he grew up and got married, but he was constantly ill of health. He was always destined to be one of those candles, those that burn so bright that they snuff out too soon." He sighs deeply at the memory of his friend, whose bones since almost 250 years rest in an unmarked mass grave but whose work continues to allure and inspire musicians and music lovers around the world. 

After a pregnant pause he continues in a near-whisper.

"Truly, sometimes I wonder... Out of Wolfgang and I, which is the true immortal."

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After a brief pause to consider his profound statement, her curiosity prompts her to continue her questioning.

"Who else did you meet, how did they affect you? And, when applicable, how did you affect them?"

She settles comfortably into the large leather couch, sincerely interested and this simple question leads to several hours of talking, Adrian reminiscing about his meetings with Saliero, Beethoven, Bach, Brahms, Verdi, Wagner, Puccini and many, many more of the great composers. 

He is not simply telling her of his memories. Instead the story surrounding each name is accompanied with a discussion about the man and his works, debating the finer points and what could have been improved upon. The girl has very clear views and is able to argue them well, at times she brings perspectives into the discussion that are completely novel to him. This truly does not happen often and Adrian finds that he enjoys himself immensely.

Around lunch time he heats a pre-made meal for her and fills a cup of blood for himself. He then returns to the couch where their conversation continues all through the afternoon. Topics swings from music to great writers, both of prose and of poetry. His Little One is turning out to be very well read and a delight to argue the finer points of literature with. He especially takes pleasure in their foray into modern psychology, discussing the works of Freud and Jung, dissecting their theories and finding a middle ground. 

The work of the Russian behaviourist Pavlov takes up the better part of an hour. Can he really be considered to be the father of cognitive therapy after his discovery, and proving, of the existence of the "conditioned reflex"? Well, the nobel prize committee seemed to think so, but were they right? During this part of their discussion Adrian finds that he has to fight to keep a completely straight face as he studies her carefully; looking for signs of her realizing just how close to home this topic hits. He has been working on conditioning her reflexes for over a week, after all. 

If the epiphany strikes her, she is careful not to let it show. Adrian doesn't even notice how much he has tensed up until he relaxes when the discussion moves on to other, safer grounds.

No, there certainly is not a lack of topics during their conversation. Adrian finds himself increasingly enamored with his little find. He released her from submitting to him verbally early on in the discussion, instead opting to hold a very interesting and high flying conversation between equals about incredibly interesting and diverse subjects where they are sometimes on the same side and sometimes fervently opposed. Who would have thought this little creature had it in her to fill his needs on SO many levels? He smiles fondly at her.

"You truly are a treasure, Little One" he says, during a short lull in the conversation, leaning over to kiss her hair. "I count myself lucky to have found you."

Moving closer to her, he wraps his arm around her small body. She snuggles into his chest like the little doll he thinks of her as, languidly like the kitten Kai likens her to. Gently embracing her and stroking her hair he places a soft kiss on the tip of her nose and wraps his arms tighter around her. She is such a tiny creature, sometimes he cannot help but feel protective of her. Her small stature combined with her luscious curves makes her look like a perfect miniature of a woman, perhaps 80% of life size; it was one of the things that had interested him about her when he first encountered her. Even at that very first moment the unbidden thought of whether or not a miniature woman is miniature in all aspects of her physiology entered his mind.

She has been in his care for more than a week now, closer to ten days, and he is on his third day after finally exploring and finding the answer to his original question. So now he knows, she may be miniature but she is all woman. Yes, she may be miniature in all aspects, but yet she is able expand further when exhilarated than most women he has encountered in his long life. Her exterior is very appealing, in fact downright arousing. Thankfully she has turned out to be a natural when it comes to submitting to his, and his youngest brother's, needs and wants. 

On top of this already near perfect picture for a distraction, she has turned out to be well read and cultured, an interesting conversation partner. The final piece of the puzzle, only gleaned today, raised her rank inside his old fashioned mind from stress reliever to companion. A woman of her caliber would not be an embarrassment on his arm at the various business, social and cultural functions he still had to attend, rather the diametric opposite. Beauty, charm, brains and class -- this is a very rare combination in both genders. He did not exaggerate in his compliment to her; he does count himself lucky to have found her.

For just one second he feels a pang of guilt. It had not avoided his notice that a very special chemistry came to play between his Little One and his baby brother. Kai tried his best to hide it, in some instances even becoming more brutal and dominant than he was normally wont to be (and that is really saying something, when it comes to Kai...), yet behind the mask surprising and unexpected feelings emerged. It was clearly entirely subconscious, much like his own flabbergasted reaction when he had unexpectedly found himself in the presence of Her just over a year ago. It took him several weeks before he could start to sort out the feelings and thoughts that had rushed through his mind at the time.

Yesterday's final moments in particular were when Kai's mask slipped. For a moment it seemed like the two of them were alone in the room, perhaps even alone in the world. The moment when his brother had gently corrected the newly broken girl to use his name instead of "Master", a girl who had recently received harsh punishment for doing just that and thus slipping on the proper form of address; that moment said it all.

So yes, Adrian feels a pang of guilt. After thinking things through last night and this morning he has come to the conclusion that he will give his Little One to Kai, allowing them to develop whatever was there without his brother needing to ask for her. He is sure Kai is even now trying to figure out an acceptable way of bringing the subject up, he knows he would have done the same had the situation been reversed. But, then today happened. The girl grew so much in his esteem today that he is suddenly loath to give her up so soon. How often does one come across the perfect companion material after all? Lover, submissive, sexual relief -- those were a dime a dozen, but a true, refined concubine? Very rare indeed, especially in this day and age.

Thus the feeling of guilt, as he now knows he will not hand her over to his baby brother anytime soon; no matter what connection had formed between them. He stills his troubled conscience by deciding to offer Kai a more permanent part of their life than the offer of co-training initially entailed. Although she is his, and will receive further training not only in submission but in the ways of the old world to prepare her for the many public tasks ahead, whenever he does not have a direct need of her, socially or physically, he will leave her in Kai's hands. 

Yes, this was an acceptable compromise. Perhaps not a very 21st century compromise, but then again, neither he nor his brother were from the 21st century. The thought makes him smile to himself.