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As her soft purrs graced his ears, he closed his eyes for a moment feeling the dark blood within urge him to taste of her kiss again... yet, he sat fast in the patience of the ancients. Tilting his head slightly, his eyes traced her dangerous curves. They ran from her blood red locks, down her breast, past her hips, to her shapely thighs.
“How I have missed your sultry darkness, Vala of DeNeige. Crimson lips of poisoned bliss, hallowed soul of bloody kiss.”
She felt him, though they sat as far away from each other. She felt the same as he, but sat within her black haven of shadows. Silently, she sat as Malice studied her ageless, flawless body. Her own gaze studied his dark, masculine form that many women desired - awake and in dream. They were a contrast; yet, as alike as others of their dark dance. A delicate hand moved to lie on the table she sat as she regarded her Dark Lord.
The smile never faded as she purred, "Your flattery is always one to cause another to serve you, Malice." Then, with a fluid grace, she stood, but moved not. "You know well how I have missed you."
As her shapely form stood, the ancient one too stood within the shadows. His near seven-foot frame overshadowing the table as large wings wrapped behind him. Then, as though a mere thought cast him to life, he was before her, his perfectly etched face mere inches from her own as he spoke.
“Service is not what I ask of you, my dear... you know this by now...while it is welcomed... it is the dark love that yearns for you. The love that mortals mistake for lust in our kind.”
A large hand laid against her cheek as the back of his fingers brushed her ivory flesh gently.
Her eyes followed his form as he stood. A new form this time she took note. Then, as he appeared and brought his face tantalizingly close, her head tilted up just slightly to bring blood lips close to his pillowy lips.
She answered in a soft, dark whisper, "Do you mistake my Service as something else, Malice?"
An ivory hand lay on his chest as she tilted her cheek into his strong hand, still keeping eye contact with him.
"You know well I would give you what is yearned...from and of both of us..."
His hand traced down her face, between her breasts, and finally came to rest against her shapely hips. Leaning in even closer, his lips pressed to hers in the long awaited kiss of the kindred. His lips tasring of the bloody terror she wrought on others in passing, he drank of this as though it was intoxicating to his soulless form. Drawing back lightly that he might speak, his words flowed forth in the soft erotic grace as though a snow fall laying kiss to virgin heavens.
“ How I have missed you so, my dear Vala. It has been far to long since the darkness of your black heart graced my form. Let this never happen again that I might not miss your beauty, strength and sultry interlude. You , my mistress, are the status by which all women should be judged.”
As he traced her cold body, she waited for him. Then, his lips caught hers to taste the blood of those she drank. The hand on his chest went to cup his face as they shared the intimacy of the Dark Dance they were forever in. As he slowly parted and spoke, her blood lips curled slowly into a teasing smile that seemed frightening to onlookers. Other onlookers may perceive the two as a married couple perhaps...or two young lovers deeply and madly in love.
Her voice was as erotic as his as she answered his words, "Your flattery surely has touched others."
She was teasing him in a way that might drive other men insane. She knew of the Dark Lord's tactics; though, his words now were perhaps spoken in truth.
"Your flattery brings me to you...though your dark kiss and blackened soul has me forever in your grasp..."
Taking his free hand, she brought his knuckles to her cold, pillowy lips.
As crimson lips lay to his large hands, a smile of erotic interlude flooded his face. Onyx eyes closed as his head rolled back, drunk in her presence and grace. Large fangs flashed in the dim light as he looked back to her, his eyes reopening to view the hellish bliss she carried about her. His voice laid to their ears in the gentle overtones of urged delay.
“ I must go I fear my dear...the plans of the She'Hari can not wait. Though I can not wait also until we meet once again ”
Leaning close, his lips pressed to hers as his tongue snaked out to fill her mouth. Tasting of her dark, womanly grace, the sultry salt about her lips, he hesitated to bring the kiss to an end. Yet he must. Releasing the kiss, he brushed her hair back from her face that he might see it once more before he took leave.
“ Until next we meet, my dark angel?”
His reaction did not go unnoted. Her icy gaze became one that told him she was his, and he only need call. Then, as his lips caught hers yet again, and his tongue teased hers, she pressed her cold, curvaceous body against his to meld just briefly with him. Yes, she could feel the reluctance in him as he parted and drew back, but she knew the importance of him and the She'Hari. The shadows deepened around her.
"I am always yours, Malice. All you need do is speak my name and bring thought of me to your hellish mind." She tiptoed once to lightly lick his pale lips. "Remember...Until we meet again, My Darkness Love..." She turned and vanished into the shadows that loved her so.
(The above was role-played at BigBob.com)