New Resident {Brooke} (x)

[poss2]

The common master / slave relationship as Brooke had seen in action between Lex Walsh's old associates, was much different then she had ever experienced. They had all been obedient, much like herself, but she could never be too sure if they were any more then soulless, mindless reanimated bodies, walking and talking only when spoken to. It saddened her, these men and woman who were brainwashed in to not believing that they have a voice. But that was the thing, Brooke had never experienced the reign of a Master who took control in such ways. She knew that if the time came, she would not question a Masters motives and would surely do as he wished without questions asked unless hey are torturous in nature, then she would hesitate to follow orders. It was what was expected of her, after all. It was just not something she was used to.

With Lucius, Brooke felt the same comfort level she had with Lex. It dd not appear this would just be her chamber, it would be her home. She never truly sought freedom by any means, never wanting to wander the city or streets wthout her Master by her side. It was her sense of security, in a sense. Her Master held her life in his hands, and his each decision is what she based her actions off of. A shadow, as Lex's wife used to refer to Brooke. Eyes and ears, and more than just a pretty face. She was a silent weapon. Overlooked by those who meant harm, assuming she would simply cower in fear and abide by their demands if things got out of hand. Truth was she had always been Lex's eyes and ears. He brought her to the meetings, just never allowed her to listen in on the actual business, exchange of money for product, etc. What she was present for was to be where he could not. A pretty face was often mistaken for innocence, and thus she had gained access tomany areas that Lex himself could never have dreamed of. His informant to say the least.

An arm through his when the business was complete, her expertise in a polite nature and friendly expression was counted upon. Never leak that you have information they do not suspect you have. Only once they were back in the armored car did she speak, and even then it was hush. Who had been where, what doors were inaccessible, and what was behind the doors marked 'private'. When did the guards leave the door for a casual break, and what was the pass code. In the eyes of those men whom she had often fooled as a damsel in search for the bathroom and having taken the wrong turn, she could get away with a lot of things. Not once had she been suspected of such behavior, and the rivals were always surprised to see that Lex had jumped three steps ahead of them when times were hostile. She was handy to keep around.

To say she had just been seduced by a vampire tonight wasn't the full truth as she, too, seemed to have played a part in this dance of seduction. Brooke had always had a thing for the vampires that Lex Walsh had associated with, and yet never had come any closer to one than to kiss the air on either side of their face. Each time, however, she had hesitated. A lingering thought of how it would feel for them to lean forward and diminish the few inches from their mouth to her neck. How it would feel to be bitten...

The soft flesh of one anothers lips during the intimate kiss parted, his intense gaze still locked on her own as she held his tie firmly in one hand. She enjoyed a false feeling of control at times, the grip on his tie hinting toward her playful nature, but in truth she enjoyed being the submissive. Having no control over most situations, it allowed for the element of surprise, and excitement as to what was going to happen next. And on cue, the handsome Lucius Maximilian Cornelianus Erif swept her fluidly from her feet, cradling her close to his body in his arms. She released his tie, the hand gliding over his collar bone and allowing her fingertips to linger an enticing trail along the side of his neck to the back of his ear, brushing his hair gently.

She rolled her head against him, lifting her chin to meet his lips that hovered above her own yet again, hair spilling over his arm. The long cascading white dress revealed the smooth flesh of her legs to about an inch above her knees, the soft material draped over his other forearm in a rippling effect that hung to his thighs in length. The white stilettos adorning her feet tucking in with a bend of her knees as to not knock over any of his collected artifacts as he began to walk, carrying her forward. Right now, she felt a desire, an adoration from her new Master for herself, and was instantly overwhelmed with a feeling of belonging. She was home.

[lucius]

Never one to be exceptionally cruel unless the situation demanded it of him--and, there was no fooling himself, situations did demand extraordinary cruelty from time to time--Lucius exercised restraint and showed relative kindness to his slaves. He treated slaves much the same as he would any other employee; they were individuals, but they had a job--however much they were doing it against their will or not--and he watched their job performance closely. If they excelled, they would be rewarded and advance in status-- sometimes even gaining their freedom. If they did poorly, they would be punished and farther away from any notion of the prospect of freedom. With that view of things and a sense of his own charity, he held no moral qualms about holding slaves in the least. For the most part they proved to be useful for whatever ends he wanted to achieve--such as his lovely necromancer Isis or the newly-captured neko Clover--and with Lucius, high ends very often justified not-so-high means in whatever it was that he was planning to pursue at any given time.

Though, with this new slave, there was no exceptional high-minded plan he hand, no any particular need for him to use her. She played no part in his grand schemes--not yet, anyways. He was certain that her innocent nature and he good looks could eventually find some way to fit into his plans. Everyone had their uses, after all. But, that was not what was guiding him now. There was this rare feeling of exceptional attachment that Lucius was feeling, and a desire to be with her and protect her however he could. It was an odd notion that Lucius did not feel often, especially lately (which, in his terms, lately meant over at least the past century). He was not so sure it was just run-of-the-mill passion; if Lucius Erif was known for one thing, it was how much his powerful mind wielded control over his passions. This was unusual and foreign to him, though distantly familiar.

Was he seduced? It happened often. Those who had come to study to vampire elder knew that, while he did have most of his passions--including his lust for blood--rather controlled, a pretty thing could with nice words could easily wrap him around her finger, though he was known to realize when he was being played, making that a tad bit of a dangerous way to control him. And they certainly did try to control him, to squeeze information from him. As one of the ancients, one of the oldest vampires still living, he possessed more knowledge about his kind than nearly any other existing creature. Knowledge was, of course, his speciality. Everyone was always after it.

Yet, there was no such sense of hostility or backhanded and cunning motivations from Brooke. Lucius felt genuine feelings and attachment coming from the woman, and those feeling were reciprocal from him. He quite enjoyed the feeling, and the growing desire within him that was made happy every time their lips locked together.

Carrying her as easily as if she were as late as a feather in his arms, and yet cradling her as if she were as dear and fragile as one of the many precious artifacts that he had in his possession, Lucius walked with Brooke through the penthouse, entering past oaken-wood doors into his bedroom, with his extravagant, classic furniture--a large fourpost bed with silken sheets, a strong dark wood desk and matching dressers, relics of his past. Lucius did have a coffin, too, but it was kept in a safer location down in the vaults, used only when he would enter into one of his long periods of rest of if he were ever exceptionally injured and needed the safety of his coffin to regenerate.

Lucius smiled at her as he sat down at the foot of the bed, uncradling her in his lap as he leaned forward and kissed her once more. "This is my bedroom, love, and for now yours as well," said Lucius. Having not know what type of slave to expect, he had not prepared proper chambers and had resolved to set aside for her a fine room, better than most slaves, with a direct link to his room. For now she would lseep in his bed, though, he decided as he allowed one of his thumbs to gently caress the soft skin of her knee.

[poss2]

Brooke was a kind person with a gentle spirit and warm soul. Rarely did she seek out anything that would benefit her, unless in turn it benefited her Master. Even as a young child, before she was sold in to slavery, her parents were blessed with obedience. She had a tendency to follow them around, asking if they needed help, and when told they didn't, she would still go out of her way to seek a chance to assist them. A strong individual who thrived off of the company of others. Home schooled by both of her parents, she rarely was left alone. And to this day, she closing of a door behind her, separating her from people, always made her heart sink just a little.

Lex Walsh had several other slaved. One of them was disobedient, a young male who had been caught stealing from he and his families treasury. Brooke served him his meals in the basement where he was shackled to the wall with less than a foot of movement for either limb. Lex had used Brooke to get information from the man, having her gain his trust by feeding him for a few days, only to seduce him one evening. It wasn't hard, she never even had to kiss the man to get the answers she needed, and she was glad for that. He was a violent man, someone who had a history of beating women and children, and thus she despised him. In the back of her mind, it was the only man she had ever felt hatred for. Simply because of the way he looked at her, even if that is what Lex had wanted, and the knowledge of what he would do to her if he had the chance. Violence wasn't her thing.

Lucius was far from what the young brunette had expected to find. Well, in truth she had expected to go to the auction block several days before finding someone worthy of giving herself up to. From what she heard, most Masters were cruel creatures who thought of their slaves as no more than a prize in which to use and abuse, and often even collect. No, Lucius had already gained a status of friendship the moment he had walked away from the block with her. He was easy to get along with from the start, and in a matter of minutes she felt comfortable enough to be herself. Already he was gaining a new status. She had not expected any further emotions to become of what they had, but already a growing passion and sense of security and belonging was settling in. A deep connection that felt alien to her. It was a warm sensation that washed over her mind, body and soul. She had never been so taken aback by someone in her entire life, and as he carried her across the room, lips locked, her fingers massaged he nape of his neck gently.

The room in which they entered was large, and sophisticated in a sense. The color scheme was deeply passionate, and the furnishings were brilliantly chosen. Yet her eyes were only for him, lost in the deep blue hues that reflected her own when he pulled back from the latest kiss that graced her lips. Brooke nodded as he told her this is where she would be staying, a gentle smile playing on her lips before she tilted her head=d slowly, raising a hand to his face. The back of her curled fingers brushing along his cheek as she remained locked on to his gaze, whispering, "You have beautiful eyes." It was her nature to compliment when she felt something deserved to be given such appreciation. They could have been in the middle of a war, or even a personal conflict, and still she wouldn't hesitate to compliment something that stood out to her.

[lucius]

When Lucius had descended upon the auction block, he had no idea what exactly he was looking for or any intention to make such a purchase as he did. He just knew that trouble was in the making for the future of Club Cyanide and the slave ring operating beneath its floors, and decided he would go to check out some stock while he still could. When it came to choosing slaves, Lucius usually operated out of what would be best for his goals. Slaves with special, useful skills were what typically caught his attention; but things of beauty al tended to very much stand out to him. He spent a few decades in Venice, Italy, living as some eccentric nobleman in the community and painting things, admiring the beautiful landscape. It was rare to find such beauty in some place as filthy and vile as an auction block for a slave trade run by the likes of Lycans and a peculiar type of vampires that existed through the eating of one's life essence rather than the drinking of another's blood.

Yet he had stumbled upon Brooke, who was certainly the epitome of a thing of beauty, both in her outward appearance and her inward demeanor, and she had stood out so clearly to the ancient vampire that, all of his plans for usefulness aside, Lucius decided that he had to have her. And, now, as he sat upon his silk-laden bed with the intriguingly precious woman on his lap, he did not regret his decision at all in the slightest.

As his gazed into hers, Lucius cast a warm smile at her comment. "You seem to say things as such perfect moments," said the ancient vampire as he looked into her own blue orbs, looking at her as if seeing inside her rather than through her, his interest completely wrapped up in the companion slave. "Everything about you is beautiful," continued Lucius as he reached up and took her hand, holding it gently between his own and stroking the soft skin. He leaned down and placed a small, innocent kiss on the tip of each of her fingers, his gaze never leaving hers. "Anything you desire, will be yours," said the vampire between each finger.

Of course, he could not promise anything, but he knew that she would understand that he meant within reason. He felt a desire to dote upon the slave, so dote he would so long as she continued to be a positive force in his life.

[poss2]

The slave auction was not what she had though it would be. She had been told that this particular one was one of the best. High end slaves, and high rollers. So, to say she expected more of a shine and appealing to the eye sort of scene, it would be apparent that she had been disappointed. Dane had suggested taking their leave before they had even managed to take a seat and scrutinize the building and it inhabitants, yet Brooke was not one to judge things by the cover. It was her essence of perception that allowed her to tell the hired muscle that they would stay, at least for one time slot and see what approached the block. Most of the patrons were surprised to see her as a slave and the majority of those that had approached were simply there asking if it was a joke, offering a wink wink nudge nudge sort of look before they fell silent in realization that it was no joke. But things were different, she had gone there on her own will, and had the ability to chose whether or not to go home with the highest bidder. A rare occasion to say the least.

Brooke smoothed the hand that had been at the nape of his neck down his chest yet again, one finger hooking to trail beneath his tie as she held his gaze. His comments and actions, as well as the very feeling she got from him as she sat perched on his lap, were genuine. "Mr. Erif, you are too kind." in reply to his comment on her beauty. She had never felt such emotion from someone, let alone for someone, but it intrigued her greatly. Holding his gaze as he blessed each fingertip with the gentlest of kisses, offering her everything she ever desired. For a master to say such a thing to a slave was unheard of, but it brought a warm smile to her face in reaction. Lifting the hand that had been smoothing down along his tie to his face, she trailed the very tip of one finger along his hairline from his forehead to his temple, then back to behind his ear and along his neck. "All I want, Lucius, is to be by your side and to make you happy." Just as a slave should, but she held greater meaning behind her words than to simply carry out random tasks. She wanted to brighten his life, and make him feel joy that he had never before experienced. Wanted to have him in a state of bliss and comfort at all times. To be on his arm where ever he may go, and aid him in any way possible. She wanted to be his companion.

Hand now cradled his head as he had done to her earlier she held his gaze as she slowly leaned forward. An exhale through her parted lips, warm breath spilling against his flesh as her lips brushed his jaw line, sweeping down to his neck where she planted yet another kiss. The tip of her tongue slipped from between her teeth, tenderly teasing the moist skin where her lips remained settled. Mouth moved yet again, another inch in descent from the last kiss, she settled beside the collar of his shirt, nearest his collar bone before leaning back to face him yet again. Hovering close enough their noses brushed innocently as she met his watchful eyes with her own. "Do you treat all of the ladies so well, Mr. Erif?" She asked, lifting her chin to plant another delicate kiss on the tip of his nose.

[lucius]

Kind. It was an unusual compliment for a vampire to receive, and for living two thousand years, Lucius Erif had not often received in intimate settings. Yes, his faux works of charity throughout the years had been rewarded with kind words and gratitude, and he tended to take more mercy towards humans than many of his predecessors--the original vampiric kind--and many of the younger vampires; it was usual of Ancients to not be so bloodthirsty and vengeful as others. Those had given him words of kindness as well from others. But, rarely in personal settings was he complimented in such a way, and a small part of him--that last ripple of humanity buried deep into his dead heart--enjoyed such a compliment.

As Brooke's hand traced along his features, Lucius very slightly leaned into the touch of the beautiful companion slave, enjoying the gentle caress. "I think you'll be able to do that just fine. I am happier already in just a short amount of time with you," replied Lucius quietly, a smile on his face as he continued to look deeply into her eyes, still entranced with her. It was true; he felt better and more comforted already since taking her from the slave market. The effect she had on the ancient vampire was soothing, comfortable, relaxed. Pleasing. Happy. He knew that having her in his life would make that life, a life of a damned one, so much more pleasing and comfortable.

Her kisses along his jaw and neck sent small waves of blissful pleasure throughout his body. Lucius laughed genuinely as her lips touched the tip of his nose. "No, not all of them. I mean, I am smooth, you know, but you're getting the rare type of special treatment, because you're the rare type of special," said Lucius, one of his hands shifting back down to gently rub at her leg. He leaned forward, his lips finding their way to the tip of her chin, slowly descending and leaving a trail of kisses along her neck to her collar bone.

[poss2]

Brooke had received many compliments over the years from many people. The majority were not as sincere as the minority, and were often simply spoken in an attempt to be polite to a powerful mans companion. Lex Walsh's marriage was secret, and Brooke never understood why. His wife was precious in her own beautiful, innocent way and she couldn't imagine wanting to keep her behind closed doors out of the public eye. But she never pryed, never asked questions that were none of her business, for if Lex wanted her to know, he would have told her. He never did.

Lucius' comments, each compliment, were sincere as far as she could tell. The passion between them ignite after only minutes of being together wafting waves of heat through each moment of eye contact. There was something more than just lust lingering, perhaps it was a connection of the mind, or soul. At first Brooke had silently wondered if he was using some sort of found ability to lure her in, yet that thought diminished quickly the more he spoke to her, and the more he shared with her. Already Brooke had a fascination with vampires, but that was not what caught her attention with him. Erif was definitely handsome, and perhaps that may have been the first thing she had noticed about him, yet she knew there was defiantly more to it then that.

Fingertips continued to graze the hairline from the back ofhis ear to behind his head, soon petting faint, lingering trails along the back of his neck to the collar of his shirt and back to his hair to brush through it tenderly. She smiled at his comment, the blush she had earlier in the limousine returning yet this time it was not due to embarrassment. She was truly flattered. he had a hold of her like no one had ever had before. Lucius brushed his lips against her chin, and began to trail them down her neck slowly. Head leaned back, hair spilling in waves of deep auburn down her back as a blissful sigh escaped her parted lips in to the air above him.

Heavy lashed lids slowly fell over her eyes, chin raised as he moved down her throat with his lips. Her breath caught in her throat silently, the excitement and the sudden feeling of anxiety she had always experienced whenever a vampire was near her neck washing over her. She had never been bitten, and the thought of it always caused the oddest of reactions. A slight fear, an excitement like no other, and a feeling of anxiety. Butterflies in th stomach was an understatement.

[lucius]

As the lips of the ancient vampire explored the soft and succulent skin of her neck, his tongue occasionally snaking out to taste her, Lucius could feel Brooke's heart beat pick up some. He could hear a beating heart perfectly, and hers was beginning to pick up anxiously. She was a little nervous, he could tell, though rightfully so. She had obviously not been around many vampires before, so her increasing anxiety as his lips explored her neck was understandable to say the least. But with it she felt excitement, he could tell from his empathetic abilities, and that encouraged him some more.

It was an unusual fear when a vampire's lips were at one's neck. Lucius, however, was an ancient being, and had a firm control over his lusts and desires, particularly his blood lust. He knew how to keep in down and under control, allowing him more of a self-mastery than many younger vampires. Yes, while his lips trailed her body, he could hear and feel her heart beating and pumping blood throughout her veins, so close beneath where is mouth was that in a flash he could have it. But, he would not do that to her. No, she was not a feeder, and he wished no pain upon her like that. For that same reason, he had no intentions of turning her. Though, the selfish side of him kept on the table, to keep her with him forever. But that worked make her one of the damned, destroying any innocence she might have. Immortality came with a hefty price, and he was not entirely sure if he was ready to wish that upon her just yet.

But, after a few moments, his lips began to shift away from her neck, focusing on her collarbone and then descending even lower. While one hand remained firmly resting on her leg, his thumb gently stroking her soft flesh there, the other hand trailed its finger up her arm to the strap of her dress, slowly beginning to pull it from her shoulder as his lips moved there.

[poss2]

Vampires were lustful creatures, and she had heard this on several occasions, yet never did she have first hand experience with such thing, nor witnesses intimate actions of one with another. Intriguing to say the least. All of the stories of a beautiful vampire slipping through the wind licked curtains of an open window in the middle of the night to feed upon an unsuspecting maiden. Stories of grand romance, and even deadly encounters, each one she found more interesting than the last. Surely she would ask Lucius, at a time when they were less.. occupied with one another, if any of the stories were true. But now, as she sat upon his lap at the foot of his bed clad in crimson silken sheets, they were the last thing on her mind.

Her pulse could almost be heard through her own ears as he explored her neck with his mouth, each brush of his lips sending a jolt of excitement and each caress making her silently coo. His kisses, each planted so tenderly upon her smooth, warm flesh, offered a pleasurable sensation. The lick of fear, and twist of nerves only added spice to the cocktail of emotion that he would get from her. Every blissful touch was something new to her, a new discovery, a nerve ending she never knew existed in the way it responded to Lucius' touch. Her own hand at the nape of his neck kneaded softly, leaning back just a tad bit further t allow him beter access as she tensed her stomach to hold her in the current position rather than bending her back.

Immortality was something that Brooke had always thought was simply for the gods. Yet, vampires were immortal, but they were powerful. Godlike in her eyes. In comparison to a human, they gave a sense of being unbeatable and undeniably strong in every aspect. She would not deny him the chance to turn her if it was on his mind. If he felt it would suit her, or suit him for that matter, she would not hesitate to offer herself to him in such a way. We only have one life after all, so why not preserve it for eternity.

The slender strap of her white gown slid with ease from her shoulder as his hand cleared the path for his mouth. A gentle sigh of approval seeped from her mouth, releasing a breath she had not realized she was still holding from earlier. Head rolled slowly off to one side, opposite of that that his own moved, her hand at the nape of his neck now pushing her fingertips lightly up through the hair on the back of his head. A deep inhale shuddered, bringing a smile to her face as she knew now that her excitement, her anxiety and hint of fear had been displayed all by the quiver of her breath.

[lucius]

Many a maiden had fallen to the seductive ways of the vampire elder in his years of existence. He lured them in sometimes for feeding, sometimes for pleasure, sometimes for company, and sometimes for all of the above. It had been his thing to do centuries ago, what with his natural good looks and then the added mystique and powers his vampirism brought him making it so enticingly easy for him to appease several of his appetites at once. Since then, as he grew older, he had relaxed some on such, as they call today, 'playboy' antics of his, though did indulge occasionally. It was his nature, after all. But a vampire of his station and age had certain expectations, and often certain annoyances with beings so much younger, ignorant, and inexperienced as he was though.

Occasionally, one piqued his interest and rushed his desires, such as the exotically attractive woman in his lap. This was only intensified by the feelings Lucius felt emanating from Brooke as his lips slowly traveled around and tasted her soft skin, the hand on her leg continuing to lightly caress her. Brooke's hand going across the back of his neck and through his hair sent little waves of pleasure through him, her slightest touching arousing content feelings within his ancient being.

Enjoying the easiness her dress offered, his fingers lightly pushed the strap all the way down her arm, his hand lightly caressing her skin the entire way as he lips began to travel from her should diagonally lower towards her chest. His finger snaked away from the now strapless arm to the top edge of her dress, slowly pulling the section he had disarmed down, his lips following to explore every new section of skill revealed to him.

[poss2]

She tried but she couldn't seem to get herself to think of anything but him. The breath on her face, his warm, gentle kiss. The taste of his skin on her lips as she traced her tongue along them. At the moment she wanted nothing more than to feel this way, to savor his touch that she wanted so much.

If Brooke had not simply been his slave, she may have questioned the meaning behind his actions. Sought the motives of this intimate display of affection as she sat upon his lap, poised offering herself to the delicate touches that his lips offered her. Each sensation sparking more desire, urges of passion and lust creeping into her state of mind as each kiss followed the caress of his palm. The slow, suggestive movements of his mouth, the spill of his warm breath against her smooth skin, and very brush of the material as he shifted its place upon her body. A soft sigh escaped her lips, tongue dancing behind her teeth in anticipation, in excitement, and bliss.

Brooke's one hand raised, pushing her finger tips back through the long tresses of her hair to remove any tendrils that lay delicately curled along her collarbone. No longer was there a finely furnished room surrounding them, no longer did the sheen of the silk sheet call out for her touch, no- now it was only Brooke and her Master, Lucius Erif. She felt everything she had once been afraid to feel, an overwhelming, wash of heat rise through her body in response to the brush of his skin against her own. A rush, the surging pulse of her heart beating in her ears as her head tilted forward from its rolled back position, her own full lips brushing against his ear with a gentle, slow exhale of warmth spilling through them. Tongue danced over her lips, the fine tip running along her teeth before passing through to tease his ear gently. Her breath continued to seep out with a gentle hiss, her top teeth soon catching the edge of his ear between them and her bottom lip in a tender tug.

The tip of her nose then brushed along the slightly damp coil of skin where she had nibbled so carefully, trailing it from the top around to the lobe which her tongue then took advantage of as well. Taking in the scent of his body, of his hair with a smile, lids falling over her eyes yet again. It was a trailing, delicate touch, from the tip of her tongue, completed by a purse of her lips that brushed the lobe briefly with yet another silent exhale..

[lucius]

Lucius was often a man with ulterior and double motives, his charming personality, quick mind, and sharp tongue usually twisting things around to whatever favor he so needed at times. He was loyal to those he pledged great loyalty to, but otherwise he was not the most trustworthy of people as far as taking his words at face value. He rarely lied, but his words rarely revealed the whole truth either, hiding his meanings in plain sight. With Brooke, though, he felt a strong desire, and no need to cover up his words or his feelings. He had total confidence in her loyalty and trustworthiness already, sensing only the best of feelings coming from her during their time together, especially right now as they indulged each other's rather lustful desires.

The feeling of her breath and tongue upon his ear, the nibbling her mouth did against his skin, sent waves of pleasure throughout the body of the ancient vampire. Had Lucius been capable of shivers, it most likely would have sent a shiver up his spine with the lustful pleasure emanating through his body. Breaking his own silence for the first time, his lips let out a small moan against the soft skin of her chest as he continued to pull her dress down a little bit more.

Just as it came within revealing the whole of her breast, he stopped and pulled his head back slowly from her, his gaze locking with her own once more, a soothed smile on his face. "I want to explore ever beautiful part of your body," he said gently, his hand reaching over to slowly snake across her other shoulder, pulling that strap of her dress off from her shoulder. His hand left her leg, and he placed hands beneath each of shoulders, taking the edges of her dress in his fingertips and slowly pulling them down from her body.

[poss2]

Brooke rarely had need for a serrated tongue or double meanings, as most, if not all, of her conversations were held in the presence of her Master. No on else interested her, nor influenced the way she moved, the way she spoke, or the expressions she used like the man she was loyal to, and soon Lucius would that that out for himself. Faithful, and ever trusting of the man who's lap she remained perched upon in a vulnerable position, she already trusted this elder vampire with her life, as he had every chance available to drain her life source, to spill the crimson essence upon his sheets and bathe in them if he so desired. Throat bared to him, hair pulled back from both shoulders to cascade freely down her spine, her lips mouthed tenderly at his ear a moment longer before one last kiss lingered.

A brush of her nose against his lobe as her head tilted forward, leaning even closer as she flicked the tip of her tongue on the flesh beneath his ear, tasting him, followed by the planting of another kiss on his neck. One hand now rested open palmed against his chest, the other still coiled around behind his neck to cradle his head. As he looked up, she hovered further from his neck to meet his gaze, his words, so enticing they were almost dripping, bringing a smile to her face and the slightest of nods. Brooke was not going to deny him, however she had a feeling that if she politely refused there was a small chance he may even agree to wait until later. But no such thoughts existed.

The soft material caressed her skin, adding to the sensation as it began to slowly peel from her upper body. The revealing of every smooth inch, the slightest brush of his skin against her own brought deeper desires. Eyes examined his as the straps were peeled from over her shoulders gently, the silken gown revealing the last bit to be concealed of her breasts as it slipped over the supple peak of her nipples. Brooke leaned back slightly, allowing his eyes the view he so desired, the hand that was rested upon his chest now fidgeting with his tie. Fingertips began to work at the tie, slowly loosening it, watching him for any sign of discomfort or disagreement to her actions.

[lucius]

Had the woman on his lap given any form of protest, Lucius would have readily stopped. Everyday lustful desires of his could be easily filled if he so desired them to be, and he had no reason to force himself upon anyone, especially her. The ancient aristocrat and long-time nobleman that he was, he still offered, despite his rather opportunistic tendencies, some sense of chivalry that was buried deep and permanent within him. The ancient vampire felt more of a need to protect Brooke and keep her safe from any such abominations. He already regarded her as too precious to do such an evil to anyways. But he was quite happy when she offered to resistance, and when all the feelings he felt coming from her only offered encouragement for him to continue what he was doing with her approval and excitement.

His blue eyes finally left her gaze as the dress slipped down beneath her breasts and she leaned back some in his lap to offer him a glimpse of what he so desired to see. And, without a doubt in his handsome face, he was pleased, leaning himself back just a small bit to allow her greater access to undoing his tie, a sign giving her the go ahead to do what she please. His neck remained crooked down, admiring the body and beauty that was his alone to admire.

Her dress far enough removed to be adequate for now, the hands of the vampire elder ran their way up her sides to her breasts, and Lucius gently ran his hands over them, feeling the soft flesh and rubbing gently. His thumbs pressed forward, lightly exciting her nipples, the feel of her beneath his palms sending ripples of pleasure through him. His gaze found its way back to her as he leaned forward as he continued, pressing his lips once more against her mouth into a deepening kiss.

[poss2]

Every feeling radiating from her being was enthusiastic, and curious. The hint of fear, mixed with that twist of nervousness still remaining however was clouded by the titillation of aroused emotions ad desires. Lucius was on uncharted territory, crawling passionately further than anyone had ever before explored. Discovering new sensations, new feelings, and the depths of emoitons even she had never unveiled before this night.

The tie was loosened, and eventually fully untied, draped through the collar of his shirt as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her own in a passionate exchange. Fingers trailed over his chest through the material of his shirt as she leaned in to the kiss. If it had been any other day, she could have simply been enjoying the feeling of his attire, brushing it over the nerve endings on different locations of her palm, enticed simply by the sensation it overs as she rolled it between fingers, or it passed so smoothly over her skin. The sense of touch was her favorite of them all, and she was a woman who took advantage of a chance to enjoy a sensual moment of contact at any time. Cottons, wools, and satins but she favored silk until this evening when she brushed her hand against Lucius' neck. His flesh was beyond comparable to any material, and she wanted to explore further. As they met one another in to a deep kiss, her fingers coiled around the tie on one side, ever so slowly, drawing it out as long as she could, pulling it through the collar of his shirt. Every inch passed smoothly, until the final length of his tie slipped from the resistance of his shirt and she trailed it up and over his shoulder, before letting it fall silently on to the bed sheets behind him.

Brooke shifted to allow her slender arms to glide smoothly from the straps of her dress, hand that had worked at his tie finding the top button of his formal shirt and teased a finger tip along the outer edge of the plastic that kept her from the bare flesh of his chest. She was in no hurry, allowing her palm to glide once again over the material of his shirt before slipping a finger between the row of buttons to stroke is bare chest gently without having to undo a single one. White dress was now a delicate ripple around her waist, resting a few inches below her navel, the entirety of her upper body revealed to him. Each supple curve, every smooth dip along her sculpted feminine figure.

Her chest rose as she inhaled softly, wafting in his scent as she tasted him through the passionate kiss upon her lips. The finger that had explored between the slit of his shirt material to pet his bare flesh now settled upon the highest button beneath his neck, assisted by a grazing touch of her thumb before she released the button from its hold, loosening the neck of his shirt. Her palm explored the smooth curve of his collar bone, the warmth radiating from her hand leaving a trail of heat along his flesh before she moved on to the next button..