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Log; ongoing
When; Tuesday night
Rating; R/NC-17
Characters; Alessa![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alessalearnt & Xulchibara revelations9x6
Summary; The handmaiden and her god have missed each other very much, and finally have a proper reunion.
Log;
It was frustrating. All of it. She could handle being stuck in the manor for an undetermined amount of time. After all, she was able to walk around, instead of being confined to a hospital bed. However, the fact that Pyramid Head was dead - truly dead - made her angry. She wanted to get revenge, but she knew it was impossible. Her Guardian would go unavenged, and that frustrated her.
Of course, the fact that Henry did not remember a thing about their relationship or his past frustrated her beyond all reason. She felt neglected, and helpless, as far as Henry was concerned. She did not dare try to force the memories at him; to do so would be dangerous to his already fragile mental state. She needed to be patient, but her patience was wearing thin. Xulchibara's affections towards Ran did not upset her incredibly so, per se. She understood his need for balance and the fact that Ran provided him with something she could not. It was the same way with her and Henry. It was more the fact that Ran carried his child that bothered her the most. She and Henry had tried numerous times to begin a family, but they had all failed. She wanted to be a mother, but it seemed as if fate were denying it to her.
And so, her frustration had gotten the best of her. She had thrown furniture across the room, shattered vases into a million tiny pieces, and tore out the pages of books, letting out her frustration even as the library was filled with the blackness that came with her rage. Finally, her anger nearly spent, she collapsed on the crimson sofa, and buried her head in her hands, her mental chaos beginning to die down.
And, as if things couldn't get much worse along with the curse that made her want to protect Henry and Xulchibara with every breath in her body, there was also the fact that a certain womanly cycle had begun earlier in the day, which contributed to her foul attitude, as it was a reminder that she was not with child, no matter how hard she might wish it were so. I can't stand this, she thought.
Rating; R/NC-17
Characters; Alessa
alessalearnt & Xulchibara revelations9x6Summary; The handmaiden and her god have missed each other very much, and finally have a proper reunion.
Log;
It was frustrating. All of it. She could handle being stuck in the manor for an undetermined amount of time. After all, she was able to walk around, instead of being confined to a hospital bed. However, the fact that Pyramid Head was dead - truly dead - made her angry. She wanted to get revenge, but she knew it was impossible. Her Guardian would go unavenged, and that frustrated her.
Of course, the fact that Henry did not remember a thing about their relationship or his past frustrated her beyond all reason. She felt neglected, and helpless, as far as Henry was concerned. She did not dare try to force the memories at him; to do so would be dangerous to his already fragile mental state. She needed to be patient, but her patience was wearing thin. Xulchibara's affections towards Ran did not upset her incredibly so, per se. She understood his need for balance and the fact that Ran provided him with something she could not. It was the same way with her and Henry. It was more the fact that Ran carried his child that bothered her the most. She and Henry had tried numerous times to begin a family, but they had all failed. She wanted to be a mother, but it seemed as if fate were denying it to her.
And so, her frustration had gotten the best of her. She had thrown furniture across the room, shattered vases into a million tiny pieces, and tore out the pages of books, letting out her frustration even as the library was filled with the blackness that came with her rage. Finally, her anger nearly spent, she collapsed on the crimson sofa, and buried her head in her hands, her mental chaos beginning to die down.
And, as if things couldn't get much worse along with the curse that made her want to protect Henry and Xulchibara with every breath in her body, there was also the fact that a certain womanly cycle had begun earlier in the day, which contributed to her foul attitude, as it was a reminder that she was not with child, no matter how hard she might wish it were so. I can't stand this, she thought.
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They were more claws than fingernails, really, and they pricked her skin, drawing blood to the surface in clear rivulets, and the pain was sweet. The pain of the fire, the pain that her tormenter and so-called "judges" had bestowed upon her was most unpleasant, but the pain that Xulchibara offered was sensual in nature, and it fed the dark parts of her heart. Henry, after all, would never hurt her, not with such exquisite pain.
She groaned deep in her throat as the Red God's fangs brushed against her skin and as his tongue began to taste her. His words were like a brand into her mind, and she knew that she would not belong to anyone else for all eternity. She was the Red God's, heart, mind, body, and soul. Nothing would change that.
I am yours...yours and yours alone, she reinstated in agreement as another groan slipped past her lips as his tongue found the source of her bleeding; the blood of life that was sacred and respected in ancient women gone by, when they would sit in their red tents and embrace womanhood with open arms. This was a sensual encounter unlike anything Alessa had experienced so far, and it was not unpleasant.
...Drink from me... she permitted him, knowing that his blood lust could not be held back for too long.
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He fed on her fury, her pain, her darkness; drank them down as much as the blood He coaxed from her womb.
Her declaration of devotion made Him smile wickedly, His mouth still pressed to the wet heat of her sex.
A smile, and a low growl that sent vibration along sensitive tissue, and He lifted her bodily until He was nearly seated upright, while Alessa's shoulders and upper torso were still flat on the floor.
The difference in their heights was the only way such a position would work....that and the ease that preternatural strength afforded Him.
One arm remained locked around her waist, supporting her lower back, while the other guided her knees to bend and rest comfortably against her sides, her ankles hooked over His shoulders.
She squirmed involuntarily as His tongue delved deeper into her; pressing against the walls of her passage in the search for further blood.
A grunt of very mild irritation, and the arm not supporting her entire weight locked around her leg, and curled to bring his fingers against her clit.
Now, using the innate control He possessed over flesh to very slight effect, The Red God coaxed her bleeding to increase; instead of a course of days, His mouth and tongue coaxed her cycle to flow in a few minutes.
Plunging His tongue into her again and again, His fingers rubbed and massaged the point at the apex of her thighs, intent on throwing her over the edge of climax as He drank from her.
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As his fingers caressed her and the blood began to flow more rapidly, she thrust out with her mind in a sensual reply; whether it was unconscious or not, she wasn't sure. The smell of blood filled the room, and still those red eyes were the only thing she could see; she was entranced, hypnotized.
Alessa's scream was one of pure agony and pleasure combined, and it sounded deafening to her ears. She thrust back again at him mentally, their minds touching. Blood poured from her in a great torrent, her body's cycle slowly coming to a close. Trembling, her breath coming in shallow gasps, she whispered, "...I'm sorry."
If anything, Xulchibara had proven his point. Immortal or no, he still held sway over her. And no force, god, curse, or enemy could ever change that.