WakeUp Call to the Burning. {Rainer; M}

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Oh, she was pleased, that wasvery easy to see. The physic vampire led her new slave away, a smug and somewhat cruel smile on her face, golden eyes gleaming, her hands on the cord that bound his own together, the ice demon unable to use his powers, for the cord restricted that as well. Leona took the stairs upward once they were freed from that room, and said nothing, giving her new toy but a glance. She would see how well he would react, poor thing. But Leona cared only about herself, Rainer would learn that soon enough.

After winding their way to where her quarters were, a nicely sized bedroom, bathroom, and guest room above the club, she opened the door, letting go and gesturing him inside, her usual analyizing abilities kicking in about now.

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A psychic vampire. Bitterness coiled through his gut and bled through his veins. She was not the first to own home; he'd been a slave for a countless number of decades. And he doubted she'd be the last. The cord was a rather useless addition, save perhaps to further show that him his place. His power was locked up thanks to his very first owner so that he could only use it on command. No amount of struggling to set it free had succeeded. But the air around him, none the less, took on a colder temperature. Linked to his mood as it was.

Rainier was silent; his ethereal features unreadable and kept perfectly blank. The heavy black of the collar about his neck contrasting sharply to the pale snow of his flesh, and the winter moonlight of his hair. But it, like there surroundings was paid little mind. Rather, already he worked to distance himself from the situation. Thoughts of freedom he'd never see, and nights beneath the endless black of a starry sky. It was a survival technique, and done without allowing himself fruitless hope. That senseless, ignorant emotion that some slaves clung to. As long as his mind was in the shape it was, he'd never be free. It was his curse.

Quiet still, when gestured into the room, he entered. Vivid blue eyes flicking over everything habitually as he did, the silver flecks within swirling like flakes within a snow storm. Standing within the very center of her living quarters; frosty perfection garbed only in the thin bits of fabric he'd been given. And more than a bit dirty from being down where they kept the slaves.

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Leona frowned, just a bit, before removing his ropes, tossing them aside, examining his wrists, making sure he hadn't been hurt too bad. She let them drop from her hands, pulling him into the bathroom, kneeling down, beginning to start a bath. Pets shouldn't be dirty.

"Alright, Rainer. You've got to talk sooner or later; let's start now, hmm?" Her voice was soft and playful, but had a small undertone of a command. Leona would start off gentle at first, commanding but not pushing too much, more like nudging until she had to use brute force, if she must at all with her pet. The water was warm, and she gave out a small sigh, her breath visible, just barely, to her vampiric eyes, the enhanced human senses providing as much for the physic vampiress. "Strip down, we'll get you cleaned up and fed." Her interest was perked, really, with his race. How well could he control himself and his powers; could he put on a good show, both in bed and his abilities with ice, if he had any? Now that would be amusing.

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"What do you wish to speak of mistress?" He murmured; his deep voice a lilting purr from the depths of his chest. All musical notes and accented richness. It was a bedroom voice. Given on command because it was pointless to deny her wish. She'd get it anyway, though absently he had to wonder how long before she grew violent. How long before she learned that he could be hurt all she desired because he healed at an accelerated rate? And when the female would do something that would spark his own temper that came with the force of a winter blizzard when provoked properly. Even years and years of being a slave had not managed to make him remember to hold his tongue. It got him in a great deal of trouble.

When the command to strip came, he did so without pause. Long artful fingers tugging away the ragged fabric until he stood naked before her. Lithe, and almost feline in build. Hidden strength without all the heavy bulk of bulging muscle. Rather than an overt power house, for a man...he was beautiful. Right down to the well formed length that lay flaccid between his legs. Never mind the filth that smudged his snow white skin.

Once allowed, he shifted upon long legs to shift into the tub. The water cooling the moment his bare form touched it. A natural effect, really. Rainier's hand shifted, rubbing his flesh to wash away dirt. The sudden desire to be clean surging through the forefront of his mind.

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Oh, most definitely, this was pefect. Her new little toy would be quite fun, that was for sure. Rainer seemed to know what he was doing, his compliance easily gained, for it seemed as though he knew nothing else. He was a good slave, so far. But what would happen when he grew violent, if the demon lost his temper, perhaps striking his mistress? She would deal with him, that was certain, but how well would he take to her? Leona had Renee hate her, who probably still does, others just regarded her, for there was no other choice, and yet some still defied the physic vampire, which was all the more amusing, truth be told.

The water instantly chilled, thus proving the point of Rainer's heritage, his species, though Leona was slightly envious. Her hands gently brought the washcloth up, the smudges marring his skin, dimming the beauty of her slave, though they were soon washed away. It would be best, Leona decided, to play nice now, especially when push came to shove with her new pet. She already had plans for him, wondering how well he would serve her in bed, as her fingers lightly traced his wet muscles, his body now fully clean, for the most part. Leona's lips pressed to his pale cheek, as though it were the snow itself, and soon traveled to his ear. "You'll tell me your past," she commanded him, whispering. As always, she started out with simple details, and a background would give her a better feel of the slave.

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He was still while she washed the smudges upon his flesh away. Dirt and grime giving way to pristine skin. Rainier didn't scar, much to the dismay of past masters. His healing abilities prevented it. Sometimes he wished he had scarred, so that they'd stop buying him. A damaged slave was a useless slave. No matter the power that hid beneath the thin veneer of flesh, muscle, and bone. Controlled as it was by his curse. Or rather, he referred to it as his curse. In reality, his mind was merely damaged.

Slim hands slid over his wet skin, knowing and attentive. The kind of touch that, no matter how light, it in itself was telling. Rainier didn't need to guess her plans for him. And he wondered at the excitement the thought brought. His forbidden pleasure, his quiet enjoyment at what was brought to him at the hands of those who owned him. The ice demon hated that perverse part of him, hated all of his fetishes that tied him even more thoroughly to this life. At the same time...he loved it.

The mistress's lips pressed to his cheek, soft plump flesh traveling along his jaw to the elegant sensitive tick of his ear Then he went still She desired to know his past? There was an unpleasant tightening to his chest, old memories dug up. His jaw tightened, as he pushed them away the very best he could. "How far back shall I start, Mistress?" He inquired. Rain knew that many wouldn't wish or care for the many details. Dirty and sordid as they were. And he was attempting to avoid punishment.

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The woman was smirking, pleased with his response. Rainer was easy to play with, and she would definitely not be disappointed by him. His skin was now clean, and smelling nicely of snow, pure water, for there was no scent of the soap she had used. The physic vampire was big on the way things smelled, and it didn't take long to annoy her, though the smell of drugs was easier to get used to than most.

"Start all the way at the back," she said, knowing full well that Rainer more than likely didn't want to speak about it, perhaps for fear of being reprimanded, or maybe because it was something that only belonged to him. Either way, Leona would be sure to have things done according to her wishes. "Give me everything that you remember." She licked his ear, her hands traveling downward, beofre coming back up, soft and cool, never fully warm like a human's would be, disgusting creatures they were. She laughed lightly, before pulling away, getting a towel for the slave, his cue to get up and out of the tub, no modesty allowed in the least. She held it out for him, soft and white, before heading into the bedroom, and taking a seat upon the bed.

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Clean. It was such a pleasant feeling. No longer did the scent of the cages cling to his skin, no longer did he smell of filth. Had it been a different situation, he would have purred his contentment like a cream fed cat. As it were, his mood improved and the frigid aura around him cleared ever so faintly. Her hands were cool, but it was a pleasant thing. Naturally he didn't like the heat, being an ice demon. At the very least that was the upside to having a vampire of any kind for an owner. Pathetic an upside as it was. He was playing a compliant pet for now.

Everything that he remembered? No. He wouldn't give her that. He'd give her much, because he had no hope of getting out of it. But his most private memories? His most intimate thoughts? They were his. And they were all he had. His tall lithe frame pushed itself from the tub upon her cue. Water running across the pale planes of his flesh, sliding over firm muscle and elegant lines. It wouldn't have mattered if she had offered him modesty,because he had none.

The towel was accepted, as he exited the tub. Though it wasn't needed. Water touching his flesh began to evaporate into tiny ice crystals before simply flaking off his body. The towel was used rather, for his hair. As he followed after her, long bare limbs leading the way so that he could drape himself across the bed. Like a great pale feline, on display for his mistress."I grew up in the mountains...where the winter never ends. But I wasn't wanted by my village. They thought I was cursed by the gods...because I was born with the mark on my face. My parents abandoned me to the wilderness, and I was raised by a hermit the first few years of my life..." He began.

And that was the start of his tale. She'd asked for it, and he...was delivering.

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Her hand gestured to the dresser to the side, full of clothes for him, her new pet. She hadn't been sure what gender her new one would be, so there were women clothes in there as well, along with the masculine clothes as well. "Take what you need," Leona said, before he began to speak. She moved her body slightly, allowing Rainer more room on the king-sized bed, her body curling up slightly, small form taking up even less space.

She took the towel from Rainer, the telekinesis throing it into the bathroom, hanging it on the back of the door to let it dry out. Her golden eyes traveled up and down his body, a slight smirk on her face. He reminded her of a cat, a snow leopard perhaps. She lookd more like a pizie, despite having one feline form. Finally, her eyes found his, eager for the rest of his story. "Continue, Rain."

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He would have rather taken her mind off of the story with other things. Like what he could do with his mouth that didn't involve talking about his past. But the downside to being a slave, was that he really didn't have that choice. And while he could have denied her, it would only no doubt spurn a punishment. Which would in turn allow her to discover the rapid rate in which he healed. Generally the moment his masters and mistresses discovered that, his life became quite a bit more difficult. No, cooperation was best for the time being.

"The villagers who feared me summoned hunters to the mountain when I was but ten, and the hermit that had taken me in was killed by a male lycanthrope..." Hate threatened to color his tone; bitter and hard. It was natural he would dislike that particular race when it seemed to cause him so much trouble, with every turn. The master before the last had been lycanthrope. "The next several years were spent on the run, attempting to avoid capture. By nature I was curious, and desired companionship, and when a vampire took interest in me I allowed myself to be seduced..."

He'd been so young. Of mind, of heart. And the young were vulnerable to mind games. They couldn't stave them off like older creatures could. He had paid the ultimate price for it. "I was made a blood slave...for many decades..." Rainier wouldn't tell how the vampire had wrapped up his power to the point it could only be used when commanded by his master or mistress. Nor would he tell how truly fragile his mind was because of the torment he'd been put through. "And since then I have been passed from owner to owner...pushed aside to the next when I have satisfied whatever I'm needed for."

Abandonment was a simple fact of life. Even decent owners finished with him eventually. He'd never had a permanent master or mistress, and doubted his current would be any different. Particularly when she learned he could be especially difficult given the mood.

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She listened intently, her eyes following his near stillness, which wasn't like hers. Her lack of movement was more so as though she were frozen there, by death or some other force, though most of the other vampires appeared to be that way as well. Leona uncurled herself, the air around her tasting like the bitter regret and loathing, for it seemed to have come from Rainer's voice, that still hung in the air. How sad. His life seemed worse than some others' she had encountered, though there were always beings who had experienced something worse than you, no matter what. It seemed to be a fact of life, one Leona was very good at realizing.

It was simple to sense that the slave was hiding something from his mistress, but Leona had no intention of pushing it further. Instead, she would wait for him to reveal it, through his actions when he was ready, or to discover it herself. The power of telekinesis came in handy at a time like this, and she drew him in, gently guiding his body so that she could kiss him full on the lips. Her new toy would be fun, and she had no motive not to use that to the fullest extent. He tasted sweet, though it was definite that he had an edge to his taste, like cool ice, fresh snow, or something of the sort. Rainer's lips were cold, as was the rest of his body, like how he cooled the water in the bathroom. Odd, yet interesting.

Leona was tempted to see how long he would last before the new slave was completely broken in, or until she bored of him. But, like most women, she liked a good challenge. This would never be boring to Leona, not in a millennium. "Pleasure your mistress," she whispered, wanting to see how far she could push him, and how good of a fuck he could be.

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When the kiss came, he was grateful to have not been pressed. He had little doubt she would find out his secrets, and this left him a little more time before the torment he was so certain about began. While she naturally didn't seem as cruel as others he'd been owned by, trust was just something he simply didn't have. Her form was small and soft, against his longer length. And her lips were cool, pleasantly so. Enough to draw a deep purr rumbling from his throat before he could stop it.

He was, in his basest nature, a passionate creature. And even in moments of denial, he couldn't pretend he wasn't. It was a part of him, and he'd long since accepted it. Whether his partner was man or woman. And for the most part, it was the one part of slavery he would admit to enjoying. Rainier preferred it by a long shot to being a blood donor. Her whisper came, and his gaze darkened. A particular sort of glow that held eager promise. He was after all, male.

"Yes mistress..." He rumbled out silkily, gone was the bitter hateful cold in his voice and replacing it was a tangible caress. His mouth slid down, a light tease over the flesh of her neck before sliding lower. Lips ghosting over clothed, rounded breasts, before teasing the skin of his stomach after tugging up her shirt, as he nestled between her slender legs.

Rainier didn't waste an ounce of time. Her pants were unbuttoned; needless things that they were. And with a practiced sort of ease, he had them down her hips and dropped to the floor along with the clothe of her undergarmet. Her sex bared, he leaned in to nuzzle the soft intimate cleft. Tongue sliding out to brush against that feminine slit before pressing further to lathe against her clit.

Pleasure, he knew, was a timeless skill. And for the time being he was going to concentrate slowly on pleasing her.

((ooc...heh if she was already undressed >.> pay no mind...I never saw it in a post that she'd taken anything off))

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Ah, the glory of submittance.
Leona enjoyed that quite a lot, and so, had no objection when he obeyed her words. His lips, cool and soft, were lacing kisses down her neck, before genntly skimming her still clothed breasts. The lightest touches always got this vixen though, and her back arched slightly. He was good, and definitely a keeper. No more looking for poor, pitiful humans, disgusting Lycans, or other vampires when there was this to ome home to every night. She could feed off him, surely slow enough so that Rainer wouldn't feel it too much, and have a good time with him. Excellent.

His experience pleased her; she wouldn't have to take it step by step with him. He earned a slight intake of breath from Leona as his lips touched her stomach, before her pants came sliding off, her womanhood exposed to him, to please as she commanded.How well couuld he please her? It would e easy to figure out the things she enjoyed, for Leona was a very sensitive physic vampire, only slightly posessive during sex, usually. She purred, feminie and sweet compared to his, though none the less dominant. She was slightly wet, so he could have a fun time getting her fully soaked for him.


(( OOC :: Nawwh, she wasn't; only he was, lol. ))

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His tongue lathed her damp sex, the scent of her arousal teasing his nose. For all the world, he was a man and a viral one...and his length twitched with eager want. Rainier was a thorough lover however, and she might find him far more a willing participant if she continued not to force him. A purr rumbled from his chest, the vibrations curling through whatever part of her he touched. And while he was, by nature, cool...he was intent upon rousing her passion.

All the while, his blue gaze was upon her features. The silver flecks within the sapphire depths swirling like a snow storm. And all but glowing within the thick fall of long lashes.

The demon's sensuous mouth curled around the tiny nub of her clit to draw it into his mouth. Suckling the bit of flesh before nipping deliberately with careful teeth and soothing away the sting with a swipe of his tongue. His mouth was a skilled thing, his hands equally so. And his hand shifted to stroke a long digit along the entrance to her body. Teasing, taunting...promising to dip inside the aching velvet of her wet sheath and fill that place meant to be filled in the way that a man and woman fit together.

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Soft moans came from her lips, though another gasp mixed in when he bit her, though the pain was soothed almost instantly. Her golden eyes, never changing found Rain's beautiful and one of a kind, unique in every way. Leona purred, wetter for her slave, no words coming out, just letting him figure it out, to go at his own pace. Never before had she stooped so low to force somebody into fucking her, and never would she. Though Leona was selfish, she wouldn't order somebody to do that. After all, wasn't it better if they truly wanted it? And that was what Leona desired. She loved to drive men crazy, instead of her begging them, have them craving her body, though with Rainer, it was a slightly different story, but Leona liked it like that nonetheless. He seemed to want her wet, and Leona had no objection to that. It seemed like they were a good match, the one wanting to be pleased, and the other equally experienced as she.

His finger stroked her, and Leona purred, wanting him to go further, but not pushing him, more like asking him, nudging him in the right direction, though he needed no help, so it seemed. Her back arched slightly more, pre-cum more abudant than when the two had started. A quick thought flashed through Leona's mind, fluttering in. How would he react when push came to shove? But the pleasure pushed that out, and she moaned again, lower and more pleading.