ROLEPLAY HQ - the-vampires-pet

It was a dark night when a young blonde woman was placed into a cart, blindfolded, and escorted up a long mountain path towards an old castle at the edge of her village. Evelyn was the unlucky 'sacrifice' that her village had decided to offer up to the 'Monster' that resided in the castle in the forest. Evelyn's village had lived in fear of this monster that only roamed at night, but was never seen. People had gone missing, and the elders believed that it was due to the being that resided in the castle. Thus, the story was born, and the monster was created. No matter what, the elders kept a strict protection on their village with church visitors, blessings, and prayers. Unfortunately, it never seemed to work, as people or animals kept going missing. Finally, one day, they decided to offer up a 'willing' sacrifice in order to satiate the monster's appetite. Unfortunately, young Evelyn, a girl of twenty three, was chosen. Her mother and father did not try to stop the elders. They knew this day could come, and so it had. Their daughter was to be offered to a monster... Evelyn did not struggle when the men came to her home in the evening. She let them place her in a carriage. They blindfolded her with a large sack until they were so deep into the woods that it would be impossible for her to find her way back. Within a few hours, Evelyn was standing right outside of the large castle. The carriage had departed, and now she stood outside in the dark, her eyes wide with fear as she slowly ascended the stone stairway. She reached for the door and knocked loudly. A moment passed, and not a sound was heard. Another moment, and before Evelyn could lift her pale hand to knock again, the door creaked open. An old tall butler stood at the door. "Good evening. You must be the village's... 'gift'." He said softly. Evelyn nodded nervously. "M-My name-" "Silence. His Majesty will see you now." He said firmly, guiding her inside. Evelyn swallowed hard but nodded and followed the man inside. The castle was cold and dark except for several candle lit fixtures on the walls. The butler brought her through several hallways before he opened a large set of oak doors. Sitting in the room was a large throne, and seated on said throne, was a man. The butler brought Evelyn in and then bowed, "Your Majesty, the village on the edge of the forest has presented you a gift. This girl." He gestured to Evelyn who simply dropped to her knees in fear. "Y-Your....Majesty." She said softly.

It took a herculean amount of effort for Nicolas not to yawn when his butler, the ghoul Montresor, brought the newest girl before him. The pomp and circumstance of these rituals was entertaining at first, but by the time someone brings the fiftieth virgin sacrifice it all becomes sort of blaise. But nobility was nothing if not keeping up appearances. He looked up at the girl, shaking and cold in his grand throne room, and shook his head. He glided down the deus from his high backed chair and examined her more closely. Her village had long been in his domain, and as such he had afforded it certain privileges in exchange for their fealty. The world was full of terrible things, his kind being one of them, but Nicolas always made a point to at least be a reasonable monster. He kept the truly monstrous things from his lands, and in the villages would offer him animals and the like as payment to their lord. It was a long time ago(not for him, but to a mortal it was long), that the elders of these villages started to bring him people. He had not asked for them, but he could see the inner worlds of these men of power as plain as day. He was to be the beast they fed with those they wanted gone, or worse yet as a form of reprisal for slights against their power. What had this young woman done to anger them? Did she not bed the local priest when he made advances? Or perhaps her father could not settle their debts to the local magistrate and this was the price his family paid?

12:22

'How sad...' He thought, inspecting the young woman like a price cut of meat. She was fair, to be certain. Ample breasts, blonde hair, shapely waist were all there. He ran a long, sharp nail along her clothes as he circled her. He stopped behind her, running the nail along her spine. She seemed free of the diseases that warped mortal bodies, but he would have to check more thoroughly later. "That is all Montesor. Please return to your duties." He waved a hand to dismiss his manservant. How long had the creature been in his service? He could not remember. It had been a long time since he had needed to remember things like days and years. Perhaps, too long. "Your name." His voice was not unkind, but it also carried with it a small bit of magic that made it very unwise to disobey him.

The man that descended the throne appeared to be an older man, but with sharper and more handsome features. He approached her and began to inspect her. The butler that brought her to him stayed silent and did not move a muscle until the man told him so. As the butler turned and left the two alone, Evelyn felt like the air was dissipating from the room. She trembled, her eyes cast down at the floor so that she did not anger the man. If she did, she was unsure what she could do to write such a wrong. The man spoke and his voice was deeper than she expected. She flinched out of fear and quickly said, "Evelyn. My name is Evelyn." She was clearly afraid of him, that much was painfully obvious. She had no idea what the man could or would do to her. She had heard rumors from other villages on what the man did to his sacrifices. Perhaps this would be how she died... ripped to shreds by a monster. Evelyn felt tears welling up in her eyes and she sniffled, keeping her head down.

Nicolas stopped his circling around the girl and watched her intently. The man might as well have been carved from marble for how much his face gave away, but his senses gave him a full view of the young woman's inner workings. His ears were so sensitive he could hear the precursors of a quiet sob building in her throat, and his eyes could see the faint twitches and spasms of her muscles as she cowered. The girl was well and truly frightened by his presence. True, it was not like the fear was unwarranted. Had he the desire, he could hoist her up by her throat with no more effort than lifting a glass. But there was a time and place for fear in his subjects, and this was not it. "Evelyn." He played with the word as he said it, feeling almost unaccustomed to the sound of a woman's name on his tongue. It had been some time since the last 'gift' from a village graced his halls, and that one was... Well, she was surprisingly enthusiastic about being feed upon. Montresor still hadn't gotten the stains out of the entrance hall. "No surname?" he probed, hoping to get more than a few words out of the frightened girl. "What was your father's craft? Did you have a matron? Did she teach you your letters and table etiquette?" Soundlessly he moved in front of her, placing one of his fingers under her chin. He suggested with the sharpness of his nail to raise her head to meet his gaze. He would not tolerate this coyness indefinitely, so he needed to start breaking some habits now.

He spoke her name and a small shudder threaded itself from her body. His voice was so deep that it nearly echoed in her ears. He was like a predator and his facial structure only adhered to that. She looked up as his finger guided her chin up, staring at her with sharp eyes. "My father...He was a tool smith. My mother was a seamstress. S-She taught me basic letters and table etiquette for commoners. W-We were not...We were not rich, so we lived poorly for many years." His nail on her throat earned a sharp swallow, and her eyes met his for the very first time. His eyes were sharp and bright and she continued to tremble. How old was this monster? What did he plan to do with her? Was she going to be killed? Used as a sex slave? A blood slave? The possibilities were endless and Evelyn didn't like that fact. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back and her bright blue eyes were wet with tears. "I-I am skilled in medicines and herbs. I-I do not know if that is useful for you, Sire."

There was a rumor that he and his kin could see into the souls of mortals just by gazing into their eyes. This was untrue, but close enough to the truth to make it a legend worth noting. Through the practice of old magiks, he could reach into her mind and see what truly defined her. But those were invasive, and most of all very tiring incantations to practice and it often left the victim scarred. It was must for efficient to just know people. He could see her fear of him, plain as moonlight, but there were other things he could see. The way she spoke of her family told him of feelings she herself may not comprehend. Did they resist when they came to claim her? Probably not. "Your Highness." He corrected her with no prompting. "I believe the village have dubbed me some sort of 'Vampire King', so the correct way to address me would be 'your Highness'." He said his would be title with a certain mocking elegance. In all truth he was flattered by the title, but his domain wasn't vast enough to be called a kingdom. If he had to estimate, he would probably be closer to a Duke than anything else. There was also the fact he would have to contend with the others of his kind if he wanted to lay claim to the title of King, and that was a headache he didn't need in a hurry. "Remove your clothes." He said with the same indifference he would use to ask her to bring him a drink. He snapped his fingers, and from behind Evelyn something shifted in the darkness. As if waiting for his word, a small group of creatures close in form to that of men crawled in uneven angles towards them. They wore uniforms similar to Montresor, but with less attention to detail or hygiene. They made a series of clicking noises as they approached, but whether the sound came from their joints or their throats was unclear. (edited)

"Y-Yes, Your Grace. Forgive me." She said quickly, ducking her head down in forgiveness. She was unfamiliar with which title he required, and she feared that this mistake could risk her getting injured. However, he did not strike her. Instead he told her to remove her clothing... "I-I...Yes, Your Grace." Evelyn went to stand, but she stopped when she heard a series of clicking noises. Several small creatures appeared from the darkness and Evelyn struggled painfully to not scream. The creatures appeared around Evelyn, their heads jerking and twisting curiously at her. She shook even harder now, but she slowly removed her clothing. The simple grey dress that she wore fell to the floor, and since Evelyn only wore a thin pair of panties, she removed those too. She set them down on top of her dress, and then she removed her shoes. She covered her chest, shaking like a leaf, freezing and humiliated. What did he want from her? Why was she naked?! What the hell was going to happen to her....? "Is there anything else you require, Your Grace?" She asked quietly, this being the first sentence she spoke without stuttering. She winced as one of the creatures reached out and touched her thigh, its head tilting curiously.

The creatures descended up her clothes like ravenous animals, tearing them apart and fight among each other over the remains. Her panties seemed to be something of a delicacy as only the most quick and vicious were able to lay claim to it. Even her shoes were not safe from the small creature’s hunger, as they were dragged away to the sound of chittering and what might have been a child's giggle. Nicolas maintained his stoic disposition, unfazed by the small horde's activities. he took in her naked visage, and perhaps the hint of interest it sparked showed in his ancient eyes. As far off as he was, he still had the desires of a man within him, and a beautiful woman can touch even a beast's cold heart. Then, for the first time in what may have been ages, he looked at the girl and thought to himself, 'This must seem strange to her.' The Brownies were a race of small, single-minded faerie that he employed to maintain the castle and its grounds. They demanded very little beyond protection and warm bread in milk, and in return they cleaned, maintained his pantry, cleared the garden, and kept everything in an order he approved of. Of course he had other servants like Montresor, but these were the unseen force that let him maintain such a minimal staff. Within a minute, the Brownies returned with a gown in her size, as well as undergarments and shoes to match. What they made the outfit out of even Nicolas was unsure of. The fair folk enjoyed keeping their secrets, and he never really felt the need to ask. But it was soft as a cat's pur, light as a fly's wing, and fit like a snake's skin. "This will be your uniform while you are in my service." He said, moving past her without giving it much thought beyond that. "I will show you to your chambers for the evening, then you will begin your training and duties tomorrow at dawn."

It was nearly sickening how the little creatures decided to jump on her clothing and eat it as if it were a fine meal. Evelyn shivered with fear and disgust as the creatures scuttled away to the shadows, and only then a few minutes later they returned with a long gown, shoes and panties. Evelyn’s eyes widened at the craftsmanship of the garment. It was soft and durable, comfortable and fit her perfectly. She put the dress and shoes and panties on and she was impressed that it fit her so perfectly. ‘Strange…’ she thought, but she did not complain. The man informed her that this would be her uniform, and that he would show her to her chambers. “Thank you, Your Grace. This is very wonderful.” She said, following him to the room. She prayed that he was going to be a kind master, and so far, it seemed that yes, he would be. He led her to her bedroom which wasn’t massive, but it was a nice room with a bed, a wardrobe and a simply vanity. Evelyn stepped inside and reached out, touching the bed furs. It was so warm and soft… “Thank you, Your Grace. Thank you so much.”

Nicolas could feel the mask of indifference slip for only a second before he regained his composure. The people outside had feared him so long, living their mayfly lives in terror of the power he possessed. However, he rarely, if ever, received thanks for his efforts to keep the truest nightmares from their doorsteps. It was… nice to hear it come from someone, even a lone girl who was sold to appease the appetite of a monster beyond her years. “It is a meager living space, but I am certain you will find it acceptable. The Brownies will have a bath ready for you in the morning so be certain to wake promptly least it get cold. Montresor, or as you shall refer to him Mr. Montresor, will prepare a meal and you will break your fast in the east dining hall with me. Are we understood?” He gave his instructions without inflection, hoping that this one would stay through the night at least. A few girls decided they would rather take their chances in the woods than stay a night here, and they had not fared well on their own. “Is there anything else you require before I let you retire? I would warn you not to venture out into the hallways unattended. My guards are unaccustomed to you now and they are… unforgiving of intruders.” He would have to introduce her to Doyle and Carrol before the end of the week least they tear the poor girl to shreds.

Evelyn nodded as he instructed her. She did not plan to disobey him, and from his warnings, she realized that he was not the threat he meant. He even told her that several guards were not accustomed to her and they would not treat her kindly. “U-Understood, Your Grace. I will not depart from this room. Thank you so much for your hospitality. I do not require anything more.” She bowed her head, a small smile on her lips. It was faint, almost unnoticeable, but it was there. “Goodnight, Your Grace.” When he left her to be alone, Evelyn walked around the room, looking at everything. She touched the furniture and the walls, needing to become familiar to it all. This was all so strange… all so odd. She needed to feel safe here, and so far, she did. But how long would it last. Those… ‘Brownies’ he called them, were frightening, but they didn’t seem harmful. The guards on the other hand… did. And the lord himself seemed rather firm, but he was kind. If this was what she had to endure, she was going to be alright. As the evening went on, Evelyn finally found slumber. She was asleep in her bed, but her slumber was troubled. She whimpered as a grueling nightmare trapped her in its clutches. She tossed and turned, a thin sheen of sweat forming on her forehead as she twitched and whimpered. Her nightmare became worse. Visions of being torn to shreds by… something… flooded Evelyn’s mind. It wasn’t the lord of the manor that hurt her, no, it was something worse. Something far more sinister. Evelyn woke up screaming, tears cascading down her cheeks as she clutched her chest, gasping and panting as she caught her breath, nearly hysterical.

Nicolas had been in his study when he could hear something amiss. The young girl's heart was racing, and she was shaking in her sheets. It seemed that she was in the midst of a night terror. It was not uncommon, especially for a young woman's first night here. But since her service started in the morning, it made her his guest until then. He set down his book, and with supernatural alacrity he moved through his keep to her door. He found himself at the outside of her door, and with a show of decorum he knocked. "Miss Evelyn? Are you alright? I am coming in to check on your wellbeing." He spoke as he entered the room. He could taste her sweat on the air before he could see her. It was a sensation he had not experienced in a long time. The sound of her breath panting, her heart racing, and her wide-eyed stare were enough to remind him how long it had been since he had tasted a mortal woman. Especially one so young and beautiful. There would be no issue if he just laid her into a trance while he ran his lips along her neck, no? No problems if he sampled her just a little bit. Gods, he bet she tasted good all over. Just a small morsel to sate his appetite. No. There was a time and place for such indulgences, but now was not the time. "Miss Evelyn, I believe you were having a nightmare." he said, the calm, even control was forced into his tone like steel in a builder's stone. "Pray tell, what was it you saw in this dream?"

Evelyn only uttered a small, “C-Come….in,” When she heard the man call out that he was coming in. She wasn’t afraid that he would see her. But she did feel a bit embarrassed at the stage she was in. He questioned what she saw in her dream and Evelyn touched her head, thinking back. “I…I was being ripped apart. Something was… pulling my into tiny pieces. The pain was… unimaginable. I…I thought I was dying…” Evelyn whimpered, holding herself, looking down so that her long blonde hair would hide her face. She was trembling, more so than when she first arrived at the castle. She couldn’t register the man’s own facial expressions, but she wondered why she felt this afraid of a dream.

Nicolas could admit to himself that this may have been his own doing. He was unaccustomed to reassuring people, so perhaps his warning to not venture into the ground was a tad too dire. He frowned at his own inconsideration for only the merest of moments before resolving to make things right. "Young lady. I believe I owe you some apology for the frankness of my warning, so I will offer you this." He stated before sitting down on what seemed like nothing. "I swear to you, on the name Nicolas Osmanthus Wilhiem, that tonight I will stand vigil over you and that no harm shall come to you in this world or the in the realm of dreams." His oath was not a hollow decree simply meant to soothe her nerves, but a promise to keep her safe both physically and within her dreams. "Now sleep and dream the dreams of the tired and innocent." His words, again holding the magic of a man in complete control of his domain, washed over her like a warm drug. His kind had the power to make people give themselves willingly, and this was a diluted form of that practice. Whenever she finally found sleep once more, he would still be there to fend off the shapeless forms of her fears. After all, he had been the object of her deepest fears for so long, so naturally there could be no terror greater than him. To fight a monster, you get a bigger monster.

It was strange. Evelyn felt so comforted by his words, that when he came to sit beside her, she felt better. His promise to keep her safe didn’t seem empty. It felt genuine. A small smile formed on her lips and she nodded slowly. “Thank you again, Your Grace. I am sorry I am causing you trouble.” She said quietly. Evelyn felt sleep crawling up her body, and she laid back down on her side. As he was sitting beside her, her hands were close to his. Evelyn shut her eyes, and sleep soon ensnared her. While she slept, her hand moved subtly towards his, wanting the security. She hummed softly, finally at peace in her slumber. In the morning, Evelyn woke, and did not see the man at her bedside. She got out of bed and went to find the Brownies. One was stationed outside her door, and it let out a squeak of acknowledgement before it grabbed Evelyn’s hand and pulled her towards the bathroom. Evelyn even found that the Brownie wasn’t so creepy in the light. Stepping into the bathroom, Evelyn saw a large bathtub, a vanity mirror, and a large window that overlooked the forest. The brownie gestured to the bath, squeaked, and then left, shutting her inside the room. Evelyn stripped down to nothing and then she stepped into the bath. She hummed softly, the warm water soothing her body. She felt cold and achy from her life at the village, and hot water was a rare luxury. Especially a full body bath full of it. Evelyn began to scrub herself down, removing all the dirt and grime from her body. When Evelyn was finally cleaned, she got out of the bath, dried her hair, and got dressed. She tied her hair back in a long braid, and then she walked to the east hall where the man had instructed her to go. Entering the east hall, she saw the large table filled with several dishes, all breakfast foods. Pastries, meats, vegetables, fruits, everything she could ever dream, and there, at the head of the table, was the man. Evelyn went to his side and curtsied. “Good morning, Your Grace. Did you sleep well?”

As she arrived in the dining hall, she found Nicolas sitting down with a cup of steaming hot liquid and a large book. He gave her an acknowledging nod and gestures for her to take a seat close to him. "I did not sleep Miss Evelyn, but I had a very good evening none the less." He spoke with no admonishment, but had the tone of someone busy. He set down his book and looked her in the eyes. "So, I understand you are not here of your own volition so I would like to make you an offer." He tapped the table twice with two finger and Montresor seemed to appear from no where holding a small bag. "If you desire to leave I have arranged travel for you. You will not be able to return to your home, but I can get you an apprenticeship with a seamstress or arrange for you to take on clerical work." He motioned for Montresor to set the bag down, revealing the contents as he spoke. Travelling papers, clothes, and pocket money for food and lodging were stuffed into the sack. "But should that be to your interest, I have a job opportunity I would like to offer you." He steepled his fingers, and gazed at her with those same deep, ancient eyes. At the other end of room, something bumped the old oak up from the ground. Evelyn could hear the sound of claws clacking against the stone floor approaching her and Nicolas. If she paused, she could hear a heavy breathing coming from under the table cloth. Whatever it was, it was big and looked like it might be hungry.

Evelyn paused as he explained what was going on. He allowed her to leave… she could leave this place, and start life anew. Mr. Montresor appeared with a bag filled with clothes, money, and work papers. Her eyes widened as she looked up at him. Was he sending her away? Was she doing something wrong? No, no it didn’t seem that way. However, he suddenly continued and said that if that did not interest her, he had one more offer. A job offer. Evelyn looked over as she heard claws and breathing from the table. She took a step back, but gazed from the bag to the man. The room was dark except for the candles due to the drawn curtains. But, she could still see his bright eyes. Evelyn opened her mouth and spoke, “I want the job offer. I…I do not want to leave, Your Grace.” She swallowed hard, her hands clasped in front of her. “What job would you wish me to do?”

The edges of his mouth creased into a smile, glad to see she was willing to see how far this whole business would go. He gave a short nod to Montresor and he left the bag on the long oak table, returning to whatever business he was doing before his master beckoned him. "Miss Evelyn, you know what I am. I have never made it a secret to your people or the creatures that would mark my lands as their hunting grounds. I am a Vampire. Being such has afforded me many great and supernatural powers including my extended vitality, but it has also exposed me to many weaknesses that my enemies might exploit." He got up front his seat and approached one of the tall, curtained windows. He opened it briefly and exposed his bare hand to the thin lines of sun that shorn through. His hand began to turn from that of a mature man to the decrepit hand of someone twice as old in a matter of seconds. He closed the curtain as quickly as he could and began to try and flex the now mummified hand. "Being held captive for half of the day does not lend itself well to maintaining peace in the realm." shook his hand a few more times and slowly, Evelyn could watch as it started to regain it's facilities. "So what I would like from you Miss Evelyn, is to be an executor of my will in the places I can not be." He approached her with the same earnestness and will he had when he asked her to remove her clothes. "In other words, I want you to become a part of my operations. An Operator. You will be Courtier, Hunter, Spy, and Solider all at once. I will teach you to fight, fleece, flee, or fuck your way out of any problem and you will do so without hesitation. You will become a force to be reckoned with, but you will be mine entirely. Body, Heart, and Soul is that clear Miss Evelyn?" He offered her his hand, a gesture to seal the pact between them. His other, newly healed hand motioned towards the bag on the table.

Evelyn didn’t know why he had tried to offer her something like a seamstress’s life, but it all suddenly became clear. As he opened the curtains and the sunshine bloomed through the room, his hand was covered in it. The skin, once pale and rough, suddenly turned wrinkly and dry, and then black and mummified. Evelyn let out a gasp and covered her mouth. “Your Grace!!” Before she could move to help, he shut the curtains and his hand began to heal, the skin turning pale once more. He turned to her and approached, informing her of the job. She would be his Daylight… everything. Whatever he could not do, she would do. Evelyn’s eyes widened. He trusted her with that responsibility? Was that a smart thing to do? His extended hand said yes. But, it still was.. a lot. She would belong to him. Her body, soul, and heart, would become his. Evelyn glanced to the bag on the table. Would she want this life, when a much simpler and much calmer one was right there? Evelyn bit her lip and then took his hand. “Yes, Your Grace. I accept your offer.” She said quietly. “All I ask in return is… that you allow me to know your name?” She tilted her head slightly, wondering if he would grant that request. She only called him ‘Your Grace’, but she wanted to know what his actual name was!

For the first time since she met him, Evelyn could see Nicolas slightly taken aback. Had he truly forgotten to introduce himself? No, he knew he swore on his name to protect her last night. He shook his head at his own foolishness. Of course she wouldn't remember the specifics of last night. His kind's effect on mortals tended to leave large blank spots in their memories, letting them write off their encounters as dreams or flights of fancy. He dipped his head in self admonition, "My apologies Miss Evelyn, for not introducing myself as your host and employer." He took preformed a small bow of torso, as fitting a man of his status to a lady. "My name is Lord Nicolas Osmanthus Wilhiem, and it is my pleasure to welcome you into my service." It was about this time that a low growl emanated from beneath the table, the sound echoing through the long dining hall. Nicolas looked at the table, then back at Evelyn, a look of slight confusion turning to troubled understanding. He knew he was forgetting something. This was exactly why he needed someone to keep track of these sorts of things. "You didn't eat any of the bacon did you?" He asked Evelyn the same way an experienced tracker might ask about where a novice got those tasty red mushrooms.

As he spoke his name, Evelyn blushed madly. She recalled that she had heard his name before. When he swore on his life to protect her! "O-Oh! I apologize, Your Grace. My memory of last night is foggy and...I forgot you did tell me your name. It is a lovely name." She smiled. He was far more gentlemanly than she thought he would be. Especially being known as a 'monster.' Had her village really not known much about him all this time? Suddenly, the table received a harsh thump, and a plate of bacon was on the floor being gobbled up by a large.... something. Nicolas's question thumped in her ears and she shook her head quickly. "No. I haven't eaten anything... Uhm, Your Grace, forgive me for asking but... what is that thing?" She asked, pointing at the table. The table shook every now and then as whatever was under it devoured the bacon, the sound of its lip smacking together sent Evelyn's stomach turning and she turned her head away. "I-Is it...A Brownie?" She asked hesitantly. As she mentioned the Brownies, one walked by, carrying a large pitcher of water. It glanced at her and clicked a response of acknowledgement, and then carried on walking. NO. No that thing under the table was not a Brownie...

Nicolas gave a small nod of relief as Evelyn told him she did not yet sample any of the breakfast meats Montresor cooked up. He knew that the creature lurking beneath the table sometimes had an issue with enthusiasm when it came to feeding, so it was best not to start off with confusing Evelyn with the smell of freshly cooked bacon. He snapped his fingers and the growling came to sudden and complete stop, filling the dining hall with a brief eerie silence. "Since you will be staying here for some time, it is best to get you associated with my head of security." The way he said the title had the tone of a joke that was waiting for a punchline. He snapped his fingers again and pursed his lips to whistle. To Evelyn's ear's no sound was produced, but the beast under the table stirred and from the darkness beneath the slab of oak came a long, black maw. Evelyn had certainly seen a dog before. To call Doyle a dog would be like calling Nicolas' castle a house, technically correct but underselling it quite a bit. The technical name for his species was Worg, or sometimes called a Fu Dog or Temple Dog, but what it translated to for Evelyn was a wolf the size of warhorse with a set of teeth each as big as her index finger. Doyle stared at the new girl with the look of a creature unsure if what he was seeing was some sort of food or an intruder he needed to make into food.

14:45

"Doyle, this is Miss Evelyn. She will be staying with us for the foreseeable future. Please familiarize yourself with her scent." He explained to the dog like he was talking to anyone else. Doyle closed his gapping mouth and sat down in front of the young lady. He gave her a cursory sniff, and apparently finding it satisfactory let out a small boof of approval. "There we go, I'm glad we got that out of the way." Nicolas gave Evelyn a brief polite smile before scratching the fur behind Doyle's great ears. "Doyle will help clean up anything you choose not to eat, but when you have broken your fast please join me in the throne room for your first lesson. A warning though, we will be starting in the deep end." (edited)

The sudden movement under the table didn't shock Evelyn, but what did shock her was the large wolf like dog that appeared from the table. It's fur was thick and fluffy and it's teeth were absolutely massive! Evelyn gasped in excitement. She loved dogs. She had never found a dg she didn't like, but this dog was positively gigantic! Nicolas explained that he was 'head of security.' Evelyn giggled softly and held her hand out to the dog, now known as 'Doyle.' Doyle boofed at her and Evelyn raised her hand slightly. Doyle responded by licking her arm and Evelyn giggled softly. She looked back at Nicolas as he explained that her training would start after breakfast, but she needed to be warned. This was going to be hard. They were starting off in the 'deep end.' Evelyn quite honestly did not expect anything less than that, so she simply nodded her understanding. "Yes, Your Grace. I will not fail you. I promise." She gave him a smile and then she moved to the table. She sat down and began to eat some of the dried meats. Doyle walked over and laid down by her feet, huffing at her. He was hungry too! Evelyn reached down and patted his head, chuckling softly. "Don't you worry. I can't eat all of this. I'm sure you will get some soon."

Doyle gave the weak, begging whine of a creature who proclaimed that he had never been given food once in his entire life, and to keep food from him would be a crime against all things good in the world. He licked his chops, clearing the few scraps of meat still trapped in his fur before panting contentedly at Evelyn's feet. In the throne room, Nicolas began to prepare for Evelyn's first day of training. It was a difficult task, and not one with a total survival rate among the mortals he attempted to employee. However, it was a necessary risk for both them and him to move forward. He only hoped, for Evelyn's sake, that she had the wit and the restraint to pull through.

When Evelyn finished eating, she gathered the remaining scraps from the table and set them on the plate and placed said plate down onto the floor, where Doyle happily scarfed down the meal like it was the greatest thing in the entire world. Evelyn burst out laughing. He was so cute! But, she realized that she had training to get to. Swallowing the last of her food, Evelyn got up from the table and walked to the throne room, ready to begin. "Your Grace? I'm ready." She called. She was nervous, and her heartbeat reflected that. She could already feel her hands shaking, but she was going to do her absolute best, whether she was ready or not.

"Ah, welcome." Nicolas was facing away from the doorway, sitting in the middle of the throne room draped in his long, black cloak. He rose in a single fluid motion as if hoisted by unseen strings, and turned to face his mortal servant. "This is perhaps the most vital lesson I will ever teach you, so I must stress you do not undervalue its importance. This will be an exercise of trust, resourcefulness, and dedication to your post that has the very real possibility of ending with your death." He approached her, his eyes never wavering from hers as his words carried the tone of a man reading crimes before an execution. "What I require from you, is to bring me back from the edge of death." As he continued his approach, he dropped the cloak from his shoulders revealing nothing underneath but pale flesh, tight muscle, and old scars. "You have seen what the sunlight can do with only a few seconds to my exposed skin, but should I be fully exposed it would drain me of all vitality. From that point, the only thing that could bring me back is blood... Fresh, blood." He said, standing not a few feet away from her. "For this, I will bring myself to the edge of death and you will bring me back. It will require complete trust from you to not only give me your blood willingly, but to know when to only give me enough." He said, his ancient eyes looked through her. He could see the flow of life through her, pulsing with her now racing heartbeat.

14:47

"Should you attempt to betray my trust in this..." He spoke as a man who has had to make good on his threats, "Your end will not be a swift one." He moved back, placing himself at the center of the room. It was now that Evelyn could see the many draped windows encircling the deus. With a snap of his fingers, he could have the room flooded with the light of day. "Are you ready, Miss Evelyn?"

Evelyn watched Nicolas carefully. He began to explain the training. She was going to, essentially, save his life. He was going to bring himself to the edge of death, and she would be required to bring him back. She had to know when to stop, and he had to trust her with his life! Should she fail, or betray him... the answer was clear. She nodded nervously in understanding. He was so close to her. He was clearly far more experienced in life than she was, and his body proved that. Evelyn watched him position himself in the center of the room. The drapes that covered the windows surrounded them. If they opened... the sun would be instant. Was she truly ready for this? Could she even trust herself to do this? Looking from the windows to the man who promised to protect her, Evelyn spoke. "...I am, Your Grace." She said confidently. She straightened her back and readied herself. She was already forming thoughts on what she would need to do. If the sunlight entered the room, the first thing she would need to do is hide it once more. She looked him in the eyes and said, "Whenever you are ready, Your Grace."

He stood in the throne room, naked and unafraid of death. He gave her the warmest smile he could manage, attempting to be comforting in this trying time. "I have faith in you Miss Evelyn. To bring me from the brink will take a pint of blood, and not a drop more. Anything more might encourage indulgences. I will warn you that my kind have ways of making you not want to stop, to give yourself fully to me in all ways. You must resist this." He finished his explanation, and let out a long breath. No matter how he prepared for this, it was always painful. He snapped his fingers and the curtains flung open seemingly of their own accord. The sound he made was utterly devoid of humanity. The sunlight boiled and dried his skin simultaneously, making the sound of grilling meats and releasing the smell of rotting animal. Within a minute, his howls stoped and the drapes closed once more leaving the room empty of light beyond a few candles. The mummified corpse of Nicolas laid cuddled where he stood, eyes sunken and lips peeled back to show the full set of his carnivorous teeth. Now all that was left, was to feed him.

Evelyn was not ready for the sight that unfolded before her. His body instantly mummified, and he looked like a charred and rotting animal. Evelyn covered her mouth and screamed. She held her stomach tightly as she felt the urge to vomit rapidly approaching. She bit her lip hard and shook her head. No, no she had to focus! How much blood did he need?! A pint! Evelyn rushed forward and dropped to her knees. She looked around the room and she rushed to the side of the room and grabbed one of the vases off the stone pedestals. She smashed the vase and grabbed one of the shards of glass. She rushed back to Nicolas's side and dropped to her knees again. She lifted him up as best as she could and lifted her sleeve. She dug the shard of glass into her arm, away from the veins, and pulled across her skin. Her blood instantly began to drip into his mouth. She held her hand over his mouth, letting her arm bleed for a while until she believed she had given him a pint. In actuality, Evelyn had given more than a pint. She covered her arm and held it, putting pressure on the wound. She looked at Nicolas's body, waiting for him to awaken. His body had begun to recover, and yet he didn't wake. "...Your Grace? Your Grace. Please. Please wake up!" She called, panic filling her voice. "Please! Nicolas! Wake up!"

As a species, Vampires define themselves by their restraint. In their eyes, it is what separates them the lesser creatures of the super natural that only operate on hunger and instinct. A Vampire who gives into these indulgences is no better than a beast, looking to sate his appetite on whatever morsel her can find. These Vampires traditionally do not fair well, choosing to burn their hedonistic lives short but very, very satisfyingly. It was amazing how quickly Nicolas came back from the edge of death. As soon as the first drip of Evelyn's blood crossed his lips the life started to well within him. To his eyes, it was like crawling out of a dark hole to the sweet taste of fresh air. His muscles gained their definition back, and even his hair seemed to grow back to it's long, dark complexion. Then it kept going. His muscles started to tense, his eyes started to widen, and finally his breath started to become slow and heavy. "Evelyn..." The word was like a dinner bell ringing through the empty throne room. He bolted up right like coiled spring, his eyes wide and unfocused. His mind was in a red fog, the only thing he could perceive was the smell of blood and the heat the young woman's body gave off. "You're still bleeding Evelyn." He reached out, emotion masked from his face to hide the insatiable hunger beneath. "Let me fix that..." His eyes had the magic that brings flies to a spider's web, dulling her sense of danger enough to allow him to get closer. Oh, just a bit closer. Come on Evelyn, he won't bite.

Evelyn blushed hard as he spoke her name. Why did he say her name like that? Why did effect her this much? Evelyn gasped as he shot up, his eyes wide. He reached out for her, asking her to let him fix her wound. "I-I'm okay..." She whispered. She didn't move from her spot, but, suddenly, she found herself slowly leaning towards him, her hand slowly releasing her arm. The blood of her wound moving to the surface... "A-Are you alright, Your Grace?" She asked quietly, her eyes growing hazy. What was happening? In her mind she knew how dangerous this was, and she tried to resist, but, something kept telling her it was alright. He won't hurt you. He promised to protect you. (edited)

Nicolas could see the heat from her body start to rise, exciting the parts of him that longed once more to hunt. It would be no trouble to reach out and hold her still, slitting an artery and having his fill of her. But his eyes darted down her form fitting outfit and he he could feel a stirring he had not felt in quite a long time. His manhood started to twitch at the thought of taking her like a beast in heat, and like predatory animal he started to crawl over her. His form, seemingly larger than she ever remembered hovered over her, blocking much of the light cast by the candles in the room. "It has been so long..." His voice was cracked, perhaps a side effect of the returning vigor to his body. His tongue ran over his long, white teeth as one hand started to run a long nailed set of fingers down her dress. The fabric began to split as he applied only the smallest bit of pressure, careful not to draw any more blood than necessary. "Gods you smell so good Evelyn..." He breathed in deeply, the smell of fear and blood was like a drug to him. It washed over him like a warm blanket, hardening him even more as he grew more tempted by the young woman's flesh. "Let me have more."

Evelyn fell back onto the floor as he pushed her down and crawled over her. "Y-Your Grace! What...What are you doing!" She whimpered, but her whimper was not of pure fear. Fear, confusion, and desire. His body was engulfed in the orange glow of the candle light. The lighting would almost be romantic if not for the man towering over her. But, even then... Evelyn's body grew hot with desire and need. His fingers moved down over her dress. Suddenly, the fabric began to split and her dress started to reveal her pale skin. His deep voice and his compliments sent a shiver up her spine. "Your Grace..." He suddenly spoke. Let me have more. Evelyn's heart thudded heavily in her ears, and she weakly whispered. "Yes..." Her body was laid on the floor, her long blonde hair splayed out around her like a platinum pool. Her chest was rising and falling quickly, but shallowly. She suddenly tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck to him. "Please, Nicolas..."

His tongue unfolded to unnatural length to run along her neck. There was a compound in the bodily fluids of his kind that acted as analgesic, aphrodisiac, anticoagulant, and opioid all at once to those who had the misfortune (or fortune, depending on preference) of making contact with a Vampire. As soon as his tongue met her flesh, a warm, numbing sensation radiated through her like a drug. The pain from her cut disappeared in the soothing, cloud-like bliss of his embrace. "That's it, good girl. Lay there and be at peace for me." He spoke with the cooing softness you use to tame a frighten animal. She could feel the soft tickled of his long, black hair as his head lowered down to her neck. His lips met the ripe flesh of her neck, and extending his jaw, he sank his monstrous teeth into her. It was like the taste of cool water on his tongue at the end of hard run. He began to lap at the small, crimson drips forming on her pale, white skin. His hand continued its slide down, carving the outfit from her skin in tight-lined slits. Once he reached the base, he slid his hand up the edge of her skirt and with a practiced motion, severed the side of her panties with a razor like nail. Already he was anxious to be inside her, his animal lust begging him to grind against her body. The soft fabric of her uniform drew the first beads of precum from his cock, but he would have so much more of her. "Don't fight it Love, just let me make you feel good." He whispered as he parted his fangs from her flesh. He would need to sink them in once more, but perhaps that was part of the fun.

Evelyn shuddered with delight as Nicolas began to lick her neck. The smooth sensation of his tongue made her whine with need and she hesitantly reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck as he complimented her. “Your Grace…” she whispered, her body succumbing to his salivas effects. She was unable to fight it, no matter how hard she wanted to try. As she felt his fangs pierce her flesh, her back arched up against his chest. A strangled cry escaped her and she instinctively dug her fingernails into his back. “A-Ah!! Y-Your Grace…” She panted hard, the pain slowly dying down and turning into unimaginable pleasure. Evelyn’s hips rose up and thrust slightly against his. She could feel his cock against her and she let out a surprised gasp as he suddenly slit her panties, exposing her core to him. “Y-Your Grace!” She whimpered. Oh Gods how she burned for more. She was falling under his spell, and there was not a thing she could do to resist. Evelyn’s legs wrapped around his leg, keeping him close. “N…Nicolas…” She moaned, her voice airy with the arousal that burned through her body like wild fire. She was falling into the depths of pleasure, and Evelyn didn’t seem to find that a bad thing.

With one hand, Nicolas cradled the back of Evelyn's head as he nestled his mouth once more against her neck. His other hand moved to the small of her back and began to pull her hips into his. He had her completely within his grasp, like a beautiful caged bird that was entirely at his mercy. With one small move, one errant thought he could have snapped her in half and left her bleeding on the floor like so many others. But his hunger now was not for violence, but for the warm embrace of woman's flesh. With a macabre synchronization, Nicolas entered her at the exact same moment as his fang pierced the skin of her neck once more. It was ecstasy to feel the warmth of her enveloping his cock as he penetrated her for the first time. There was a resistance, but the lovely poison of his kiss had made her wet enough to welcome him. How long had it been since he felt the touch of a woman? A decade? More? He felt his hips starting to move into a smooth rhythm. Without his complete attention, the nails of his fingers slowly dug into Evelyn's back and neck drawing. He was fighting to keep what little restraint he had left, but he was losing himself.

As his fangs and cock pierced her at the same time, it was almost romantic. To Evelyn it was. Her head fell to the side and her own nails dug into his back as he pierced her body. He was inside of her in every single way, and she let out a loud moan as her body burned from pain and pleasure of his affection. Evelyn’s core ached from being stretched for the very first time, and a soft whimper of pain escaped her. “N-Nicolas!” She gasped. Tears ran down her cheeks as the pain and pleasure overwhelmed her. Her hips twisted and she writhed under him, completely flooded with emotion. “Nicolas!” She called for him like a lost little lamb. She held tightly to him as her hips began to grind against his. The pleasure was building now and moans of ecstasy clawed themselves from her mouth. “Oh, Gods! Nicolas! Nicolas!” She cried, her eyes hazy and wet with tears. Her feminine essence filled the room and despite the minimal light of the candles, Evelyn could see the outline of Nicolas as he thrusted into her.

As she cried out his name, he felt as if all his reason and control was trapped within him forced to watch as he ravaged his new maiden. Already the marks her nails left along his back were healing, and gods he hoped she would dig them on deeper. He could feel the head of his cock start to swell, the pleasure of blood and sex reaching it's most satisfying end. He matched the motion of her hips, naturally sinking into the rhythm her body was moving to. With his tongue against her neck, he could feel exactly how his cock made her heart race. "I'm going to cum inside you." His coarse, hungry voice stated it like a fact. If she was truly his, then this would be the final marking of it. A claim to end all claims against her body and soul.

Evelyn panted and whimpered with pleasure against his shoulder as he told her that he was going to cum inside her. He would claim her in every single way by doing this. Instead of being afraid, Evelyn pulled him closer and nipped at his shoulder. “Fill me up, Nicolas! Please! Oh Gods, please!” She cried, her head falling back against the floor as she cried out. Her core tightened and she screamed in pleasure as she came. Her pussy spasmed and twitched, her feminine essence falling down their legs and to the floor. She dug her nails deep into his back, her eyes fluttering as she screamed his name, her body writhing under his. “Nicolas! Nicolas! Oh Gods, Nicolas!!” As her release died down, she collapsed onto the floor, her limbs twitching every now and then, her body weaker now. She felt like she was draining out of her wounds, but she wasn’t. The desire of her vampire lover had sealed them, and now fresh pink skin was soothing her wounds. She panted hard, her chest rising and falling with every breath. “N…Nicolas….”

It had been ages since he had felt the sweet release of orgasm. He made it a point not to pleasure himself, exercising restraint in all matters. So when his thrusts became the rapid pounding of a man about to cum, the build up that released was enough to make up for his self proscribed celibacy. Nicolas filled her completely with his seed, enough to spill out onto the throne room floor. He continued to thrust, driving his cum deep inside her as her cunt milked the last of his cum from him. He reared back, control almost within his grasp. But there she was, vulnerable and willing to submit to the ultimate sacrifice. He opened his open to an inhuman degree to finish this hedonistic ritual. "Goodnight, Evelyn." He started to say as he descended on the poor girl. He would give her the gift of a swift death, a reward for the much needed use of her body. It was then he felt a tightness around his throat, agonizingly accentuated by what seemed like dozens of knives pressed into his all at once. Doyle lifted his master with the ease of a puppy hoisting a twig and yanked him away from Evelyn. He shook the vampire like a rag doll, exercising such force it would have snapped the neck of a mortal man one hundred times over. He tossed Nicolas aside, not removing his eyes from the undead lord as he scattered across the floor into a wall. A moan of pain escaped Nicolas' lips as he started to lift himself up. Say what you want about the benefits of near immortality, it does mean you live through a lot.

Evelyn merely squeezed her eyes shut as she heard Nicolas's words. Goodnight, Evelyn. Was this how she would die? Truly? After experiencing her first time with him, he was going to kill her? A sick feeling formed in her stomach. 'At least it's him, and not someone else...' She thought, the understanding that she was truly going to die was... approaching. She was going to die. Evelyn whimpered in fear, ready to take the pain of him again. But, suddenly, Doyle appeared and grabbed Nicolas off of her. He shook him rapidly and then tossed him aside as if he was nothing more than a toy. Evelyn gasped and pulled at the remains of her dress, covering her intimate areas. She panted hard, covering the wounds on her neck. "D-Doyle?! What...." She covered her mouth as she saw Nicolas's body slowly getting up. "Y-Your Grace!" She went to stand, but her legs shook and gave out. She winced, the pain of being taken for the first time, and the lack of blood, making her weak. "Nicolas...Are...Are you alright?" She called to him.

A groan of pain escaped his lips, but already his physiology was working its magic on his broken form. He could feel his bones knitting together in seconds, allowing him to stand from a blow that would have killed most any other person. "I... Am fine Miss Evelyn." He gave his neck an audible crack, righting a vertebrae that seemed to have gone in the complete wrong direction. How much of his power did he have to expend to heal from this? It didn't matter, he had taken too much from his servant and had burned through most of it. "I believe I might owe you an apology." He acknowledged as he snapped his fingers and purses his lips. He made a whistle that forced Doyle to drop from his aggressive stance. Nicolas held out a hand and his cloak came flying to him as he made himself decent. He moved with the eerie grace she recognized to her limp form and kneeled down to her. "If it matters to you, you have passed my first trial with excellent marks. I would reprimand you for using too much blood, but I feel like there was a lesson learned in that as well." It was amazing how much control you get back once you have your neck snapped by a giant hound. Or perhaps it was the emptying of his seed inside the young woman that did it? Either way, he held a hand out to help Evelyn back up.

Evelyn was shocked, and ever so slightly hurt that her first time had been in a fit of hunger. But, Evelyn reached up and took his hand, standing. She winced, her legs trembling. "There is no need to apologize, Your Grace. It's alright. I am glad you are feeling better." She said. She held her dress up to cover herself with one hand, her other in his. She could still feel the ache in her hips from being taken so quickly and swiftly, and she let out a small sigh. "What is our next area of training? I should probably change and get cleaned up before we begin." She said softly. Something else had bothered her, and she wasn't sure how to address it. He was a vampire, after all. He had probably been with so many humans that this escapade probably meant little to him. "Is...Is it possible for a human to bear a vampire's child?" She blurted.

He looked at her with a sense of curiosity and hesitancy at the obviousness of the question, the way you would look at a child asking if the Witch in the Woods would truly eat their toes if they didn't do their chores. His expression changed back when he realized he was working with centuries of experience compared to her two and twenty summers. Again, it seemed, he was taking his own knowledge of the world for granted. "No, our kinds are not able to create a spawn together. You will not have to worry about that Miss Evelyn, though again I do apologize for the impropriety of my actions." He lamented, feelings the small pangs of guilt at his indiscretion. He was impressed, however, at her eagerness to move ahead with training despite the ordeal. "If you feel you have a grasp on the layout of the castle, feel free to return to the bathing room and I will have the Brownies prep the water for you. Also if you would be so kind as to lay out your torn garments, they will see to replacing them." He instructed, gesturing to the entrance of the throne room as each door between them and the bathroom opened. "As far as training is concerned, I find it best to start with what areas are of interest to you. So Miss Evelyn, what would you like to learn about?" He asked, sincerely fascinated to know what she wished to improve upon.

Evelyn felt a bit saddened when she heard that. She wasn't really sure why, but something in her chest panged when he said that their kinds did not create children. Her garnments would be replaced by the Brownies and he then was discussing the topics of training again. Perhaps that was best. She wasn't his lover. He wasn't responsible for her feelings. "I think...combat would be interesting to learn. I know very little of it, but I would like to learn how to defend myself if I need to." She said, glancing back up at him. His facial expression from just a short while ago was still stuck in her mind. Their passion had been created due to whatever vampiric energy he had. Nothing more. Evelyn truly didn't know why, but that knowledge did hurt. "If it is alright with you, I will go change now." She said softly. She turned from him and began to walk out of the throne room. However, she stopped at the door way and quietly asked. "Was this type of interaction... a mistake, Your Grace?" She asked, not facing him.

Nicolas stood still, thinking about his response. It was clear there was something about her that intrigued him, and it was certain that she felt an attachment to him. Tactically, he needed that in her. There could be no question in her mind to her loyalty to him, and if sex heightened that connection it would be best to utilize that. His kind had a very liberal view of intercourse, as did most creatures once they lived a few centuries. It was only important that control be maintained throughout for his sake, and mostly hers. "I believe that my readiness to kill you was a mistake Miss Evelyn, not the sex. Should you be interested, I believe we can arrange for something... Mutually agreeable in that regard." He spoke with the confidence that only decades of practice can give you. "I mean, intercourse will be an invaluable part of your training. I can't have you being seduced by every two bit ghoul with a silver tongue and a seven inch cock." "Doyle will be at your door to take you to the sparring room in the west wing. I will be waiting for you there." He started walking before he even finished speaking.

Evelyn's face darkened as he spoke. Well, that certain made things more clear. She swallowed hard and nodded, uttering a small, "Yes, Your Grace." Before she walked to the bathing room. Just as Nicolas had said, the Brownies had prepped a bath for her and while she washed the blood off of her body and cleaned her wounds, the Brownies gobbled up her dress and panties, and then brought her a new set of clothes. "Thank you." She said to them before they departed. One Brownie stopped and turned, uttering a small click before it vanished from sight. When she finished getting cleaned up and once she had covered and tended to the cut on her arm and her neck, she followed Doyle to the sparring room. She walked inside and looked around. She had tied her hair into a bun on top of her head with some ribbon. Her hair couldn't be in her face if she was sparring. "Your Grace?" She called.

Nicolas waited for her in the sparring room, sharpening an old dagger to a razor's edge. He had changed into a set of black training leathers, and had a set ready for her. The Brownies were not fond of the tools of war, so Montresor had actually crafted much of the equipment they would be training with. He looked up only to acknowledge her arrival before setting the blade down and approaching the young woman. "Good, so I realize that perhaps for your first day we may have been excessive with your training. So, as a one time kindness, I will offer you the choice of how difficult you would like this session to be." He twirled the knife effortlessly between fingers offering the hilt to her. "We can start off slow, or we can go at more strenuouswith our physical activities." He smiled without showing his teeth. "Your choice, Miss Evelyn."

Evelyn got dressed in the leathers and took the knife when Nicolas presented it to her. "Hmm..." She had to think about what she was actually prepared for. The bath had helped ease the ache in her body, so she felt better. But, with her wound still being fresh, and having lost a pint of blood, she did have to be careful. "Let's do more... strenuous activities." She winked. "With some small breaks in between." Evelyn looked at the knife in her hands, curious about one thing. "Is this made of silver?"

"That particular knife is not, but we have several weapons cast in blessed Macedonian Silver that we can practice with once you are more comfortable with them." As he allowed he to test the weight and heft of the blade, he moved back to give the two of them distance. "I suppose the first lesson of combat with the supernatural is that as a mortal you are at a significant disadvantage physically. Even many of the most basic creatures of the night are stronger, faster, and older than you can possibly imagine. But you do have one advantage." He tapped his temple, "You can be smarter than them. You have instincts for survival that many many creatures have long since forgotten or disregarded, and that arrogance is yours to exploit." He moved his body perpendicular to her as a fencer would, showing her only his profile. "First let's have you strike at me, and we will correct your form as we progress. Understood? First failures are a given, but repeated failures will earn you one mark."

Evelyn nodded, watching him as he turned to show her his profile. She got into what she believed was a fighting stance. Taking a deep breath, she readied herself. She could be smarter. But, she could never be smarter than him. That was a given. However, she had to show him she could do this. She could be smart. "....What kind of marks?" She asked quietly. But, then again, did she want to know? Without hesitation, Evelyn lunged forward, raising her hand back to try and strike at Nicolas. As she lunged for him, her entire torso was exposed. She had never fought before, so she had no idea what a proper stance was, what she should and should not expose. It was almost laughable, if not for the fact that she could easily be killed.

Nicolas caught her wrist with surprisingly delicate grip and deflected her body to the floor. "That was acceptable, for a first attempt." There was no admonishment in his voice, he felt no need to be overly critical of someone whom he had presumed had never held a blade in anger. "When you charge like that, kept your body tight and try to show the minimal amount of vital points to an opponent. You are a small target, use that to your advantage. Against most enemies that take the form of men, the chest is a good target as well as the neck and groin." He demonstrated on himself where the best place to guard were and where to aim when trying to kill. He got her up and set her into a fighting stance, holding herself perpendicular to her opponent. His body was pressed against her to ensure she was in good form. "Let's go again. When I deflect your blow, do your best to roll with the motion to minimize damage." He again moved into position, feeling like he forgot something. "Oh yes, a mark. For every mistake I find, at the end of our session I will press you to the wall and strike your ass. You can choose to have this done before or after sex, or perhaps during should you feel inclined."

Evelyn hit the floor when he deflected her, but she didn't fall too hard. She managed to get up again with his help and she took a mental note of each place that he marked as a vital spot. Chest. Groin, and neck. "Got it." Evelyn said, readying herself again. He suddenly pressed against her and told her what to do next. Roll to minimize damage when he deflected her. "Yes, Your Grace." She was ready to continue, but then, he suddenly explained what a mark was. He would pin her against the wall and strike her...ass. "A-Are you sure that's really a punishment, Your Grace?" She asked, her face burning darkly. As he spoke, she suddenly wrenched herself from his grasp and she lunged at him, this time keeping her body tense and tight so that her vitals were hidden.

"Pain is a valuable teacher Miss Evelyn." He said, narrowly dodging the surprise attack. It was a very good instinct, to strike while an opponent was occupied. He had limited his own reflexes to that of an average human with perhaps ten to fifteen year of fighting experience. She had the drive to adapt, which was a trait he always valued in fighters. But did she have the stomach to see it through? He would find out by her next attempt. He caught her lightly on the back of the knee, letting her hit the floor with the force of her own blow. "Good. You kept yourself guarded while you attacked. Don't keep your body too tense, your opponent may read what your body is screaming. You kept the knife hidden until you were ready, that was good. This isn't a dance, this is survival. Don't feel afraid to try something different." He let her get herself up this time, getting some distance between himself and the young woman. "Oh, and don't try to think too much about me ripping those leathers off and taking you on the floor after I give you your marks." His face gave nothing away, but his voice had that same predatory energy it had before he claimed her.

Evelyn gasped as she hit the floor, coughing and putting her hand to her chest. She almost had him too! Dammit! She gave him a playful glare as he teased her, telling her not to think too much about him ripping her clothes off and taking her on the floor. "Don't think too much about how wet and tight I was." She said, smirking at him. It was definitely far more lewd than she had planned, but this time, she watched how he moved. He was graceful, and clearly had centuries more experience than she did. With a sudden movement, Evelyn went to the right, but stopped and quickly side stepped to her left, raising the knife up and swinging it. This time, the tip of her knife connected with his arm, only barely slashing him. As the metal hit his skin, Evelyn gasped, instantly dropping the knife. "Oh shit! Are you alright?!"

Nicolas raised his eyebrows at her tawdry remark, a smile flickering across his face. It was a good idea to try and throw your enemy off by any means necessary, and lust could blind a man as good as nightfall. Back in the day, one of his compatriots on the pirate coast fought exclusively with her breasts out for the same effect. The thought of her wet, little cunt was enough to give him a seconds pause, and it appeared that was all that Evelyn needed. He was impressed with her ingenuity to instinctively use a feint, but his praise ended there when she dropped her weapon. With inhuman alacrity, Nicolas swept her legs and brought her to the ground. He followed her and within the blink of an eye he held her throat in his hand, a razor-like nail resting on her jugular. "I am an ancient Vampire Lord at the locus of my power, a knife in the hands of a novice is as deadly as a goose feather bed to me. Never give up your weapon, especial when you've wounded something. Even if you cut off the head of a snake, it can still bite you." He tightened his grip ever so slightly, the edge of his nail leaving a faint red line on her white skin. He retracted his arm and cracked his neck, letting her pick herself up. She was a fast learner, but that was always the mistake his kind made when dealing with humans. They didn't have the time to learn slowly. "So far, you've performed well. Keep going, I want to see what else you can do."

Evelyn was swiftly brought to the ground, a sharp nail pressed against her throat. Evelyn went still as Nicolas scolded her, telling her that she could never drop her weapon, especially once she hurt something. She felt foolish and she looked away, biting her lip. Her actions were foolish, and had he been a real enemy, she would be dead by now. Nicolas's sharp nail pressed against her skin and she gasped slightly as he squeezed her throat. Was he going to punish her? Evelyn felt her heart thudding in her chest with embarrassment and slightly fear, but she got up when Nicolas moved back. "Understood, Your Highness." She said softly. So, he still was willing to let her train? Good. That was good news. For the next several hours, Evelyn sparred with Nicolas. By the time that night had actually fallen, Evelyn was clearly exhausted. She was bruised and her body shook every now and then. She was on her hands and knees, panting as she struggled to catch her breath. She didn't want to give up, but she was finding it harder to continue this training session. She was certain she'd be in agony tomorrow...

Nicolas admired her dedication to training, but it becoming clear that after several hours of repeated movement and fighting were wearing her down. Endurance was an important part of training against the supernatural, but it was foolish to go past the point of exhaustion. It made you sloppy, and getting sloppy got you killed. He clapped his hands together, signally the end of the day for training. "I believe we shall call that a day, Miss Evelyn. Feel free to keep your dagger on your person should you desire, but for now place your hands of the wall and spread your legs for me." Once she complied, Nicolas walked up behind her and unfastened her leather britches. His hands slid the pants down, exposing her bare legs to the chill of the training room. He leaned his body against her, and whispered into her ears. "I counted five repeated mistakes Miss Evelyn. I am going to give you five marks with my hand on your ass..." His hands slowly slipped the soft panties down past the dimples of her ass. "And with each one you will tell me your mistake. Failure to do so will warrant another mark, are we understood?" He moved back, and awaited her confirmation. He readied his hand, preparing for the first strike against her pale, ample ass.

Evelyn braced herself against the wall. She shivered with the chill of the air and Nicolas's voice in her ears. Five mistakes? Oh God, that meant five marks... "Y-Yes, Your Highness." She said softly, waiting for him to strike her. Evelyn felt him strike her and she cried out, biting her lip. "P-Poor stance!" Whack! "Dropping my weapon!" Several more spankings. "Exposing my vital areas!" More smacks. With each slap to her ass, Evelyn cried out and whimpered, her fingers curling against the stone of the wall. Despite the pain in her backside, she was getting insanely turned on. Her face was hot and her body ached again. Suddenly, Evelyn turned so that she was now facing him, her panties down on her thighs. She reached forward and grabbed him by the collar of his leathers and pulled him forward. She pressed her lips against his forcefully, and as she did, she raised herself up, piercing her lower lip against his fangs. Small droplets of blood pooled against her lip, tinting her lips red and dripping into Nicolas's mouth. Evelyn suddenly pushed him back a bit and turned her head from him, hiding her face. She had only given him a small taste of her, but she wanted to tease him just a little.

The punishment ruled him more with each strike against her, her moans and small whimpers of pain sent blood to the lustful parts of him. He was certain there were less sexual ways to teach these lessons, but tying the feelings of danger and lust had its own advantages. "Now then Miss Evelyn, I am certain you have had a rough day. Please wash yourself before supper then we sh-" he was stopped cold by her embrace. He felt her lips against his, and thought for a moment it would end with a simple kiss. But then he tasted it... Blood. A woman's blood freely given. When they parted he licked his lips, then ran a finger over this face to catch any remaining droplets like a parched man collects water. "Evelyn..." He said, a familiar hunger entering his voice. In a shadowy flurry of movement, Evelyn found herself with her chest pressed against the stone wall of the training room. "That was a very bad mistake." There was a rattling of leather and metal as he undid his belt, already hard from exercise and the excitement of her punishment. "No second failures." He ran one hand through her hair, clenching a fistful without warning to pull back, exposing her neck to him. "Only marks." With her back arched to him, his other hand ran down the midline of her body from her collarbone down. As his nail ran along the leather, it parted like a hot knife through butter exposing her flesh to him. Once her leather was nearly divided, he reached a hand in and cupped one of her breasts as he let out a groan of agonized longing. "What was your mistake?"

Evelyn let out a sharp gasp as she was pressed against the wall once more, her chest being pressed into the harsh stones. She cried out as her head was pulled back, her hair fisted by Nicolas. He growled at her, but he wasn't angry. His hand moved down her body, the leather protection that she wore falling to the ground as it was sliced through. "Y-Your Highness..." She panted, her hips pressing back towards his. His hand moved to her breast and he questioned her; what was her mistake? "I-I didn't... make one. I wanted to... feel your fangs again" She said, clearly proud of what she had done. She knew he might punish her, but, she didn't think letting him taste her again was a mistake. She enjoyed the feeling of his fangs, as odd as it sounded. She wanted to feel them again, but this time in her neck. She grinded her hips back against his, feeling the very tip of his cock against her pussy. "Your Highness..." She whined. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. "Please, fill me again..."

It would have been so easy to end her life right then and there. He had done it before with others like her, others who tried to end his existence or tempted his hunger beyond his restraint. They had all ended the same, as bloodstains on his dark, wooden floors. "Baiting a beast is always a mistake Evelyn." The head of his cock pulses as it touched her soft skin. How much of this was what she wanted, and how much was the lingering affects of his power over her. He knew that compound in his spit, sweat, and other fluids was like a narcotic to humans but he had never heard of one getting so addicted after one encounter. He ran a tongue over her neck, numbing and exciting sensation simultaneously. The hand that explored her breasts moved away, reaching down his own body to grab the shaft of his cock. Rocking his hips back and forth, he teased her slit gently. "Perhaps this will be your punishment. I can bring you to the edge, and abandon you like it was nothing. You know I could look in your eyes and keep you from cumming for a fortnight should I desire it. Would that be enough to teach you? To live in this agony for weeks, unable to come to completion." He pulled himself away from her, grazing her cunt as he pulled back. He kept her where she was with his hand, her neck still exposed and ready for the kiss of his teeth. "Beg for it."

Nicolas's actions were worse than torture. Evelyn whimpered and gasped, her body burning with heat and arousal. She never knew she could feel so hot in her entire life. What was happening to her? She wanted him so desperately, that her body was already pushing back, desperate for him to fill her that she was going to lose her mind. She knew it. She was clearly going to lose it. "P-Please... Please, Your Highness! I want you so badly. I want to feel your fangs in my throat and your cock inside of my body. Please!" She begged, her voice sharp and needy. Evelyn's heart hammered against her ribs, nearly echoing in the halls of the castle. She grabbed at his arm, digging her nails in lightly, tears pricking at her eyes as she trembled. "Nicolas..." Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to contain herself. She felt like she was going to die from this teasing. Her heart was aching and her pussy throbbed with need. She felt empty, achy, and desperate for him. She felt like she was unraveling, and whether it was due to the narcotic effect of his power or just him, she didn't know. It scared her, but she was becoming addicted to him.

"Good Girl." He was perhaps too indulgent of this young woman, but what could he do? He was clearly growing soft in his old age. Well, not all of him. His cock breached her and instantly felt how much she desired his. Gods, was she this hot last time he took her? No, perhaps he was just more aware of the sensation now that he was more in control. He let go of his shaft, no longer needing to tease the poor, young thing and returned to running his fingertips along her stomach. His hands again found her breasts and he teased one of the hard, perked nipples between his fingers. As he pressed his cold body against her, his heightened senses screamed in his head of all the things that made her so irresistible to him. The erratic beat of her heart, the smell of her sweat from the day's sparring, he could feel, and even see, the heat radiating off her body in waves. She was like a pomegranate, ready to be torn into and suckled until he was satisfied. His jaws unhinged, the glamour of man fading into his truest, monstrous form. His kind did not look pretty when they were truly starving, but he could keep the worst of it from showing when he concentrated. His fangs were elongating, razored points ready to stick into Evelyn's flesh. She had even begged for this... But she would get hers, once he got his. Once he had slid within her until his hips rested on her soft, ample ass he stopped. A monster, frozen in the moment before taking it's prey in every way it could. Without moving his mouth, his voice entered her mind as cleanly as if he was speaking across a table from her. "Earn your pleasure Evelyn."

Evelyn was facing the wall, so she did not see his form changing. She heard the familiar movement behind her, and she could only brace herself as he continued to touch her. His fingers twirled her nipple, sending electric shock waves along her body. She couldn't help the intense pleasure coursing through her, and Evelyn refused to run from it. She pushed back against him, and as she did, she felt his cock slide into her, filling her to the brim. Evelyn gasped loudly, arching her back, her head falling to the side as she accepted his length. Her pussy throbbed with heat as he filled her. She could feel him easily all the way in her womb, and then she heard it; his voice deep within her mind. "Earn your pleasure Evelyn." "Yes Your Highness..." She whispered audibly. Evelyn began to grind her hips against his. Even though her movements were no where near as powerful as his, she was clearly making as much friction as she could against him. His cock was grinding into her walls, their wet heat pulling him in. "Oh, Gods, Nicolas..." She gasped. One of Evelyn's hands moved to his hand on her breast. She inter laced their fingers, squeezing his hand. "Harder... Please! Please take me with everything you can..." She begged, tears running down her cheeks and mixing with the sweat from the days sparring. Evelyn was clearly losing herself to the pleasure, and yet she didn't care. She only wanted one thing; him.

The way her body moved against him was intoxicating to Nicolas, the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin echoed through the empty room was like a favorite song he had long since forgotten. His long, deep breaths became more rapid as she grinded against his hips. He knew she was burning energy she didn't have just to please him, her body using the reserves it kept for fight or flight to fuck. How long would she be able to keep this up he wondered as he felt her heart practically beat out of her chest. "Be careful Evelyn." His voice again creeping past her ears, directly into her mind. "If you don't finish soon, you get nothing. Perhaps even less than nothing..." From his jaws came a soft, purring growl somewhere between the sound of a large predatory cat and a bellowing reptile. With a push of his will, he could rob her of all sense of feeling from the waist down. It would be an agony, to be used and never feel the pleasure of your lover's touch. However, as her hand became intertwined with his, and for a moment he regained a modicum of composure. His grip on her hair loosened by a fraction, and his fangs subsided to a less lethal length. While his mind was more his own, his body was still in the heightened state of a slayer of men. "Keep going..." he spoke in the voice of her master, not her predator. "Finish me while I still have control. I'll bite your neck if that is what you want, but please finish me before I kill you."

Evelyn panted hard, her hips moving back and forth quickly in order to try and get him to finish, just as he demanded. His words were more of a command, more so than she had expected, but she loved it. Her hands rested on his arms and her head fell back against his chest, tilted so that her neck was exposed. "Please... just a small bite as you finish. I want you inside me in every way possible." She begged. Evelyn was covered in sweat and even a little blood. Her body was sore, and if neither of them finished soon, she would most definitely pass out. She was fueled by her desire for her master, and everything was flooding her senses. Suddenly, Evelyn came, her body tightened against Nicolas's. She came roughly, her body writhing and twisting against Nicolas's. Evelyn gasped loudly, her voice loud as she screamed with pleasure, her juices falling down onto the wooden floor of the castle.

By the gods Nicolas wanted to sink his teeth inside her. His mouth watered, small drips of drug laced saliva ran down his fangs onto her skin. He could feel himself drawing close, but as he felt Evelyn's cunt tighten around him he knew her body was about to give out. No, he thought, it couldn't end like this. He would not go unsated. He pressed her body against the wall, holding her up with the strength of one arm and the tension of the wall. She could go completely limp, but he would still take her. He took over for her, thrusting into her drenched pussy, his cock growing closer and closer to the edge until... He sunk his teeth into her. It was like a warm summer day, her body growing lighter as he drained her of vitality. He came inside her, still holding her up as he pumped into he like she was a limp toy for his pleasure. He had enough sense to not drain her to the point of no return, but it was enough. It would be miraculous if she stayed conscious at this point. He carried her in his arms, her body no lighter than a pillow to him, to her chambers. He undressed her, disposing of the soiled leathers and providing her with new panties. He called for a basin and water and the Brownies obliged, then began to wash the sweat, blood, and tears from her body. He found her resilience astounding, but that was a human for you. They always surprised you. She would probably wake up soon, but he didn't think she would be embarrassed if he continued to wash her as she awoke.

The pierce of his fangs did indeed send her into darkness. Evelyn slumped down against Nicholas’s body as she felt him release. She had exhausted herself beyond all possibility, and it was a true miracle that she was not dead by now. She didn’t wake as Nicolas brought her to her room, nor when she was rubbed down at first. After a short while, Evelyn did wake. Her eyes fluttered and her chest rose and fell at a more even pace. “Mmm…” she winced, her body aching with so much pain that she whimpered softly. “N…Nicolas?” She whispered. She saw him rubbing her body clean and she blushed a bit. “Oh… thank you.” She slowly went to sit up, but she stopped, grabbing at her lower body, whimpering. “Ow… that’s… painful.” She whispered, laying back on the bed.

Nicolas rung the sponge into the basin of water, barely acknowledging Evelyn's words. He wasn't mad exactly, but he did feel a disappointment in both her judgement and his own. Perhaps this was all a bad decision, to have a human working as his representative. He could alter her memories of the last few days, give her enough gold to live a happy life should she spend it wisely, and set her on a ship somewhere warm and free of things like him. No, that was not her lot nor was it his. "I do hope you choose to not make it a habit of provoking my more base desires Miss Evelyn. As a human your life is short, and I would hate to see it shorter still." He spoke in the tone of a teacher chiding a pupil, no hatred in the words but with soft reprimand. "Where do you hurt?" He asked, being gentle with his cleaning. He could see the beginnings of bruises on her knees and thighs that would blossom into purple welts before long. Damn if this girl didn't push herself too hard, and damn him for enabling it.

Evelyn was definitely disappointed in herself upon hearing his reprimand. While his words were not angry, she knew that she had done something wrong. Evelyn sighed softly, looking down. "Yes, Your Highness." She mumbled. She knew that she was playing with fire when she teased him, but she couldn't help it! Something had just pushed her to want him that badly, was that so wrong? Clearly, it was. She looked up at him as he asked where it hurt. "Uhm... my legs, my hips and my chest." She said softly. She had to remember that she was a human, and he wasn't. Their staminas were completely different, and if she wasn't careful, she could end up dead. "I won't do that again. I'm...I'm sorry." She whispered. As he continued to clean her, she winced slightly as he rubbed over the sore bruises of her body. Especially her hips. Her neck had some puncture wounds from his bites, and those were sore, but nearly as bad.

Nicolas felt that perhaps he had been to hard on her, in more ways that one. It had been a long time since he was with anyone physically, especially a human. It was hard for him to know where their limits were and far he could push past them before they broke. He put the sponge away in the basin of used water, snapping his fingers to have the Brownies take it away. He sat on the edge of the bed next to her, setting a cold finger against her warm skin. "I don't want you to believe that your desires are unreciprocated Miss Evelyn. In fact, I don't want you to feel like you can't tempt me the way you did today." He could still feel, in perfect recollection, what the rush of her blood did to him. It was enough to make him run his tongue over his canine, just to feel if there was even a taste of her left on his fangs. "My concern is that you don't have the training or the will to stop me should I go to far. Tell me, in all honesty, if you could have denied me if I sought to drain you completely of your life's blood?" His eyes carried a sorrow older than she could imagine. It was the look of a man who had seen too many give themselves completely to his kind, like blind sheep to slaughter. He did not want that fate for his newest asset, nor perhaps for anyone. "Take this only as a warning, Miss Evelyn, that when you tempt me you tempt death itself. When you are ready, I will have no reservations about your decisions to feed me unprompted should that suit your own... appetite." He couldn't hide his own feelings about the exchange as he spoke the last word. It was satisfying in the same way a sip of water felt after a long desert heat, refreshing but leaving you wanting more. (edited)

11:26

"Now, allow me to help you." He knelled down to her flesh, and gently he kissed her on each of her growing bruises. The compound he naturally produced had with it a numbing property, that while not meant for healing would ease her pain. Slowly, his mouth trailed kisses up her body, starting at her thighs and inch by inch moving higher. When he reached her hips, he kissed first her left side, than her right, then a long slow kiss that moved down her midline. He did not tease her warmth, not yet at least. After all, she should be a little bit punished for acting so wildly. Her breasts however, did receive his full attention. his tongue found her nipple and he caught it between his teeth. He watched how her face changed as he pulled on it ever so slightly between his perfect, white teeth. He ran a finger along the curve under her breast, not grabbing them but tracing the outline on her skin. He moved his kisses up upwards, and ended with a long, satisfying moan as his mouth stayed on the bite mark he left not an hour ago. He pulled away, sitting once more at the edge of her bed as if nothing had just happened. "That should help with the pain and allow you some small bit of rest. When you feel ready, you may join me in the dining hall to sup." He patted her leg reassuringly. "Is there anything else I can get you before I depart?" (edited)

@VaVaVicodin

Nicolas's comforting words made Evelyn smile. She knew that his warning was not coming from a place of punishment, rather it was coming from a place of care. He was right. Had he decided to drain her, she would have not been able to stop him. She was far too weak, especially after training, after already being bitten, and taken for the first time. If she had tried to fight, she would have lost, and she would have died. Evelyn struggled to remember that he was a vampire; first and foremost. He was centuries older than her, and if he decided to drain her, she'd have no chance to stop him. "Yes, Your Highness. I understand." She gave him a soft smile. She knew that if she had any hope of enjoying her life here, she had to be smarter. She had to make sure she didn't let her emotions get the best of her. "Your Highness?" She blushed as Nicolas knelt down by her, his mouth moving to her bruises. Evelyn shivered, her head tilting back with a soft sigh. Everywhere he kissed ignited a gentle burn within her skin. The burn faded and then a calming numbness replaced it. Evelyn hummed, her hips shifting slightly. His kisses traveled up her body, and when he got to her breasts, she arched her back, a soft gasp escaping her. "Y-Your Highness..." She moaned. Was this supposed to be a punishment, or a reward? Evelyn whined softly as Nicolas kissed her throat. The bite marks ached in the best way and she wanted to grab at him. But, trying to prove that she was listening, she merely rested her hands on his forearms, touching him, yet not gripping. As he moved away, Evelyn panted quietly. She shook her head slowly as he asked if she needed anything before he left. "No, Your Highness. I am fine for now." She reached up and touched the bite marks, savoring the gentle ache. He soon left her alone, and Evelyn got up to take a bath. She wanted to wash the dirt and blood off of her. Not for any harsh reason, she just wanted to be clean for supper. Later that evening, Evelyn came down dressed in a dark blue gown, its bodice synched tight with black lace. Her long blonde hair tumbled down her back like golden thread. She entered the dining hall and she curtsied to Nicolas, a smile on her lips. "Good evening, Your Majesty." @Deleted User

Nicolas was in his evening attire as she came in, a black suit with red adornments atop a white shirt. He was wearing a pair of small reading glasses, holding a letter in his hand that he set down when he heard her come through the door. "Welcome Miss Evelyn. Please, take the seat next to me." He said, gesturing to the spot next to his at the head of the table. A spot was laid out for her complete with a full set of fine silver and a cup of fine, red wine. Three of the Brownies that seemed to have taken a liking to her stood on each other's shoulders to pull the chair out for her to sit down. Once Evelyn was seated, Nicolas snapped his fingers and his man servant brought out the first course. "This evening we will be going over basic table manners, followed by appropriate dinner conversation, and then we will practice languages." He said, doffing his glasses as he spoke. "And please, let us dispense with the formality of titles. I am not actually a King, and I shouldn't have you get into the practice of addressing me as such. My Lord, or even Lord Wilhiem will be fine in front of guests and in private..." He gave her a warm smile, "Nicolas is fine." Montressor set a bowl of soup in front of Evelyn, bowed to his lord, and left the two of them to dine. "Now," Nicolas watched her intently. "Same stipulations as training. First errors are acceptable, second mistakes will earn you a punishment." His eyes fell to the collection of spoons to her side, "Your soup spoon is the second from the left. Please take it in slowly, and do your best not to spill anything." @VaVaVicodin

Evelyn went to sit down beside Nicolas. She smiled at the Brownies, "Thank you very much." The Brownies squeaked in excitement and scurried off. Immediately, Nicolas informed her that she was going to learn proper table manners, but they would be dropping the formal titles. She was allowed to call him 'Nicolas' when they were alone, but to use a smaller title in front of guests. "Thank you, Nicolas." She smiled. It was nice to be able to address him by his name, as opposed to having to call him 'Your Highness' each time. Montressor placed a bowl of soup in front of her, and Nicolas informed her that the soup spoon was the second from the left. Carefully, Evelyn lifted the spoon, and she placed it into the broth. She lifted it, not spilling a single drop. She placed the spoon to her lips and quietly sipped the broth until the spoon was empty. She slowly set the spoon down so that not even a clink could be heard easily. She sheepishly looked over at Nicolas. "Did I do it correctly?"

04:58

@Deleted User

"Very good." Nicolas commended her. It was a slow start, but all good things in life were slow to begin with. He got up from his seat and approached her, taking something from his pocket. "My apologies Miss Evelyn, it appears I forgot to give you the method of your punishment." He came from behind her and ran his fingers around her neck. He adorned her with a beautiful, soft black satin ribbon around her gorgeous white neck. "This collar will tighten ever so slightly every time I count your second mistake. It will not kill you, but you may find the restriction of air... Difficult." He said, giving the ribbon a small sinch in the back to show what it might feel like. "Now," Nicolas made his way back to his seat as if nothing of importance had happened. "Again. Be sure to keep your back straight as you sit. Poor posture will be noted." @VaVaVicodin

Evelyn blushed madly as Nicolas placed a black satin ribbon around her throat. The material was so soft and gentle that she barely felt it, until he tugged it, the ribbon tightening ever so little, enough to restrict her airway. She let out a small gasp, both from surprise and arousal. So this was her punishment? Was it even a punishment? She thought, nodding slowly as he informed her to grab the spoon again, but to keep her back straight. Evelyn reached down for the spoon. She dipped it into the bowl and pulled it up towards her lips, however, upon instinct, she leaned forward, her back curving as she ducked down towards the spoon. She quickly straightened herself, but she had definitely had poor posture. "Apologies, Nicolas." She said softly. She went to sip her soup once more, and again, her back curved. This was far harder than she expected.

09:43

@Deleted User

Nicolas shook his head slightly from side to side, a look of mild disappointment on his face. He watched her intently as he snapped his fingers. "Mark." He said, and the soft ribbon of fabric tightened around her throat. It was soft enough not to leave a mark yet, but this was only the first course. Montresor set out the next courses, a simple garden salad with a dressing on the side. He took the soup away, even though she barely got to taste it. "Salad fork is third on your left. No spills when applying the dressing." Nicolas said without inflection. "Oh, one more thing to note." He snapped his fingers once more, but the ribbon maintained it's same level of tightness. What did change, however, was the feel of her entire outside. Her dark blue gown seemed to hug her tighter, as if an invisible hand was moving across her body from inside the dark blue gown. It moved like something under the water over her body, caressing her as it moved down her back. "I had the Brownies do some alterations to your wardrobe for this evening. I need you to be able to concentrate on the task at hand regardless of distractions." He spoke, flicking his wrist and the motion across her body stopped. He eyed her, awaiting her next move. @VaVaVicodin

The ribbon tightened again and she hissed slightly. This was already becoming troublesome... Evelyn suddenly let out a small squeak as she felt a hand running along her body under her dress. Before she could question what was happening, Nicolas explained that it was because the Brownies had altered her gown. She had to concentrate, despite 'distractions' that could arise. What distractions did he mean? Evelyn carefully lifted the salad fork. She took the dressing and began to pour it over the salad. She didn't spill a drop thankfully. She speared a few bits of salad and then, whilst maintaining a straight back, she lifted the fork to her lips.

10:21

@Deleted User

Nicolas watched her and gave her a small nod of approval. She was so adaptive, he couldn't help but be a little impressed. His kind were capable of many great things, but when you introduced a new idea it was hard for them to break century old habits. "Good. Three more bites. Then while Montressor fetches the next meal, tell me about a day in your life before the castle." He instructed, gesturing for her to continue. A flicker of magic gleamed in his eyes as what felt like his hand started to caress her, moving along her side and resting on one of your ample breasts. The fabric squeezed her while what felt like another started from the hem of the dress up along her calf, tracing a line up her thigh with what felt like a finger. More specifically, his finger. "Please do your best not to stammer or mumble. I wish to understand you clearly Miss Evelyn." He said, taking a drink from a piquing hot tea cup but never letting his eyes leave hers. @VaVaVicodin

Evelyn nodded, but despite his instructions, it was incredibly difficult to try to do anything without the feeling of these magic appendages touching her! Evelyn took three more bites, though she had to take them slowly because she was trying not to moan at the feeling of the hand at her breast. She swallowed the third bite of salad, and then she leaned back a bit in her seat. The ribbon was tight against her neck but she began to speak. "I was a baker and seamstress's daughter, so that meant I would work in the bakery or at my mother's shop during the days. I would wake up early and tend to our chickens, and then," As she spoke, the hand around her breast began to knead her skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Evelyn swallowed hard, breathing a bit harshly. "I...I would then go to....whichever...shop needed me." She said, biting her lip. The finger along her thigh began to move even closer to her hips and she shifted her legs. "If my...father needed me, I would go there. Same with my mother. I would make pasteries and breads or...help my..." She bit her lip harder as the hand at her breast began to firmly massage her breasts. This was far more difficult than she anticipated. @Deleted User

Nicolas had a gesture and the fabric ceased it's fondling, returning to a lifeless dress if only momentarily. "Good. A small bit of stumbling at the end, but overall a valiant attempt." He snapped his fingers and Montressor appeared again, exchanging the salad for what looked like a very rare cut of meat. "If this is not to your liking, we can have it cooked for longer. But please, taste it and describe it for me." Nicolas folded his hands in front of him as he watched her. "Third fork from the right, first knife on your left." When Evelyn set the silver to the meat, she could feel the fabric of her dress pulling her legs apart, spreading them wide and keeping them there as tightly as if she was bound in irons. The familiar, soft touch of his ghostly hand started this time at her thigh and traces it's way along her panties until... In small, smooth circles it started to tease her clit. The fabric was smooth, and seemed mimic the exact texture of his hand against her skin. All the while, Nicolas awaited her evaluation of the food he provided. "How do you like it Miss Evelyn?" He asked, his face not betraying any particular emotion what so ever. @VaVaVicodin

Evelyn let out a small gasp as she felt the hands pry her legs apart and move up her thighs to her clit. The hands teased and pressed against her. Evelyn gripped the table, biting her lip, a weak moan escaping her lips. "I-It's good." She whispered, cutting a small piece of meat. She put it in her mouth, moaning at both the taste of the meal and the feeling of the hands against her core. She struggled to cut the meat again without shaking, but it was hard. Her legs tried to shift from the grip, but nothing would let them move! She panted softly as she kept taking small bites. A few moans continued to escape her, and she bit her lip, looking at Nicolas, silently pleading for mercy. "It...tastes good. It's juicy and... tender." She panted. @Deleted User

Nicolas tsked his tongue and gave a small shake of his head. "Stuttering. Mark." He said without inflection, lifting two fingers from his steepled hands. Evelyn could feel the soft grip of the black ribbon grow even tighter around her throat. The man massaging her clit continued at a smooth, steady pace but it seemed that he was being joined by a series of friends. She could feel several ghostly hands start to move across her body now, each with its own agenda of distraction. "Shall we try that again? Or perhaps this is where we end dinner for tonight?" Nicolas said without reproach. When dealing with his kind, it was common for sex to be used as a weapon. There was an entire breed of his kin that feed on mortals through carnal acts, leaving trails of empty but very happy corpses in their wake. He had to build her resistance to these distractions if he hoped to have her act as his representative, and this was a good first step. "Straight back. Two more bites. Then tell me how the meat feels in your mouth." He ordered the young woman. Nicolas was not immune to the excitement of tantalizing this young woman. Under the cover of the tablecloth, he could feel himself growing harder as he watched the woman buck and stutter under his influence. Maybe if she was good, he would let her be his desert? 'Nicolas you old Lech." he admonished himself in thought. 'Focus, this all has a purpose. Fun can be had later.' @VaVaVicodin

Evelyn panted softly, trying her best to ignore the feeling of the hands sliding along her body, touching the best areas of her skin without remorse. Her body tingled and she felt like she was melting under her fingers. "It feels... juicy. Really tender and... fuck very flavorful." She bit her lip, attempting to take another bite. She couldn't resist a soft moan that left her lips. She was not going to lose this battle. Taking a deep breath, Evelyn started to imagine that the hands touching her were not Nicolas's. She found that if she didn't imagine them as his hands, or that he was doing this, she could resist the teasing far more easily. The hand at her clit was harder to ignore, but she did her best. Her next bite was slower, but she was able to take slow deep breaths and not moan. Clearly she was aroused, but she was focused more on him. As she finished her bites, she looked at him, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

@Deleted User