Follow The Leader - Mature

[Damien Sevar]

His eyes watched hers as they moved from looking at him to the locked door behind him. If freedom was her wish than he'd grant it after a bit of fun. Of course he was a cruel man. No one else could do this job if they were not cruel and heartless. Such an interesting point to make at a time like this but he knew it was simply verbal foreplay. Nothing that really meant anything more than just that.

"I will be escorting you out of this jail to the surface personally."

He lowered his head and brushed his nose along the sensitive nape of her neck. Drawing in the perfume of pheromones that she was excreting, albeit, unintentionally. His right hand lowered, wrapping around the small of her back. Putting gentle pressure there to bring her against him till her round breasts were pressed against his solid chest and his groin against her lower abdomen.

Damien pulled his head back to watch her reaction to his not so subtle urges. He was sure if he read her mind that somewhere, deep within the back of it, hidden away, that she wanted to be taken. Every girl did one way or another. To be taken advantage of by a man who wreaked of sexuality and power. He'd seen it all too often in the past. It was typical nature of the female body to be wanted and even more so to be controlled.

[Layne]

Feel of his nose brushing against the nap of her neck sent little shivers along her spine but when his hand lowered at her back and pulled her closer till she felt muscles hidden under the shirt had made the body stiffen in his hold as the over controlling nature screamed inside her head but she focused on him and ignore it, not one willing to dwell in any sort of contact special with the male counterpart, having rather read than date.

The clumsy hand at his hip moved under.his shirt.and slowly moved.up and took the feel of his skin as her heart raced against her chest "You don't seem so mean but crule yes but wonder.what is under it all"

[Damien Sevar]

Scars riddled his body from years and years of fighting for his life or even another. The scar along his left eye cut down along his cheek, red in color much the crimson blood which flowed through out nearly everyone's body. The fact that she was so shaky made him grin. Nothing shocking about that. She probably was as innocent as she smelled and as she acted. If she was not afraid of him, or what she was about to let happen, then she should not have been so nervous. Another thought that made him chuckle.

"I'll take you back outside there and I'll show you exactly what is beneath this ruthless exterior."

His words were dark, inviting her to take a chance if she so wished to know the truth of this man before her. He'd indulge her with a taste of the brutal honesty. She'd surely see the truth the moment he had her stripped of all her clothes and bare to the world to see. Something he did rather quickly when a long and dagger sharp finger nail sliced up the back of her turtle neck, cutting the fabric through and through. He'd get what he wanted from her even if she was going to be scared to proceed any faster.

[Layne]

Eyes closed firmly behind the glasses as she took control of fear and threw it back "Where did these scars come from" eyes slowly opened and now were rested on his face as her hand worked over each scar but gently "I don't need seeing " the words fell freely "What is this place suppose to be anyway?"

Jumping at sound of fabric tearing and cool breeze that touched the bare skin but shoulders tensed and kept what was left of turtle neck in place but wince when a clumsy knee contected with his leg with eyes widen "Sorry i didn't mean that" her words rushed.

The hand under his shirtmoved swiftly across his chest with nails gliding over scarred and smooth flesh "Must say you are rather interesting man" the words caressed against his ear as she became more controlled.

[Damien Sevar]

Such a unique individual. He would be sure to find the depths of her being amongst the throws of lust. Scars were scars. Nothing that needed speaking of. Their stories as twisted and intricate as the man who wore them. Her hands were warm against the cool of his chest. A reminder of what he was. A living dead. Unlike many others though. This Vampire held a heart beat that still pumped blood throughout his system. He was warm to the touch, not warm enough to match her own body temperature. He'd not fed soon enough to warm his body.

Finally rather than letting her take her time. He reached down and grabbed the knee that supposedly slipped to bump into his leg. Hooking his forearm beneath it til it was hooked there. He drug her pelvis against his and in one swift action, aided only by the unnatural speed he'd been blessed with, pushed her back against the opposing wall at the other end of the room.

His right hand had moved from behind her back and was now stripping her of what was left of the thin barrier of a sweater. The man lowered his head and sent a hot breath out over her shoulder. Once again taking in that scent that this woman possessed. It had changed. Much like her personality. Within his mind, the primal instincts were curious as to what she would taste like on his lips. An urge that he was so easily keeping at bay as fangs were kept tucked back beneath his lips.

(Changed the title due to the imagery.)

[Layne]

A squeak fell with the pull of her leg up, and a soft sound fell from her lips once she felt his body so close but before her eyes and mind could register what was happening her back was against the wall but with the speed had caused nails to dig into flesh just over the beating.heat and break the skin from underneath.

Her breathing had quicken when warmth touched the bare skin. A tilt in the head rested back against the wall as she lifted the other leg and coiled over his hip and popped herself more comfortable against the hard wall while her free hand snaked out behind his head and curled her fingers into the back of his head and reared. it back with a smirk as she still had somewhat control of her overwhelming desire. Her own flesh bared scars along.right side that started just under the bra and ended at hip.

( That's okay)

[Damien Sevar]

Another deep breath through his nose and he could practically taste her arousal on his taste buds. She was like a juicy plum ready to be taken. Nothing like a lively little female willing to do what she could to free herself to get ones blood pumping. He chuckled at the thought and drug his lips across a bunch of nerves just below the girls earlobe.

"Why don't you just give in to the pleasure my dear? Not doing so and you wont enjoy this as much."

Not that he cared, but if it helped her relax he'd be willing to put money that the coaxing would help. Even if it didn't, he'd already traced a hand below her stomach and to her pants. Slipping beneath the pants from there everything faded to black...
(Ending the sexual part from there due to the users that may be on the forum. Use your imagination on the ways that he'll abuse her body to his own pleasure.)

[Layne]

Eyelids fluttered closed as she shivered in delight but caught the moan before it could escape from her supple lips and once her eyes were locked with his "Guess you could say I'm not like every other girl" words fell in mixture of sounds of waiting and.wanting that boiled a the pit of her stomach as his hands disapeared and it faded away into bliss with nothing but sweet sounds that echoed in the room with only the night knowning what happened.

[Damien Sevar]

Night turned to day. Day turned to night. The Oversight was already up and moving around the what one could now say was an office. He'd left the girl to rest on a couch that was made up at the far end of the room. If she awoke now she would find herself not in the same room, or even underground. They were in a room within the Coven Mansion. Her body would be battered and bruised from the day's festivities. He on the other hand, had already begun healing the scratches and bites that she had left on his body. Nothing he couldn't handle. For her on the other hand, he presumed it would take several days for the scratches and bruises to leave. There would not be a single bite mark on her. It was not that he had healed any, it was the fact that he had not bitten her.

The man was particular with those he would feed from. A woman he had been promiscuous and spare her life would walk out without a mark. Moving from his spot on the chair where he had been observing her as she slept, he strolled over to he body. Now he would do as he said. He'd let her leave. But not with the memories of her friends being captured or even of what was below the shack would be cleared from her mind. He brushed his hand over her forehead in an act that some would call affectionate. For him it was the touch he needed to clear her mind of any and all memories of the night before, save for the pleasure that he'd taken for himself.

Once the act was completed he left the room. Closing the door with a soft click of the latch catching the lock. There was a set of clothes at the end of the bed for her since he had destroyed the clothes she had been wearing the night before.

------Exit Damien------

[Layne]

Nuzzled into something warm but soft, but eyes had refused opening as she rolled from her left side and onto her right. As what felt like hours her eyes slid open and closed as if dazed and confused but with a forceful pull of overly controlled nature the eyes stayed open and stared at far wall anf slowly shifted towards the desk "What in tye hell" cursing her foggy memory as she pulled herself up from the sofa the pain was sharp but ignored with pushing herself up.

Feet moved quickly as she grabbed clothing off the bed and pulled them on with haste but she didn't look into any reflection as she left room still work hard at getting what memories she could but they were lost fir now. She hurried down tge stairs and disappeared out the front door