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(The Dragon, Angus)

The Dragon flew to a place he hadn't been to in a long time.? He'd never had a reason to before, at least no reason beyond curiosity.? The stories that every dragon had a hoard were not always true, but in the case of the one that formerly held the keep they turned out to be quite true.? Not a huge hoard to be sure, but it was sufficient to his need of the moment.

Perching on a ledge on the side?of a cliff, The Dragon moved a pile of enormous boulders aside to reveal a hidden cave.? It was a close fit as he crawled inside, but once inside there was enough room to move about.? The cavern?was littered from end to end with all manner of bright and shiny things, but also adorned with fine-worked silk, carpets, and tapestries.??

The Dragon paused a moment, pondering what might best please Mikayla.? He regretted that his studies - when he was human - had led to his neglect of understanding people.? Particularly women.? But there was nothing he could do about that now.? He would just have to make his best guesses and hope that some of them might appeal to the girl.

He had to make several trips.? There was a limit to how much he could carry, not so much because of the weight as because of the awkwardness of hanging on to things while flying.? He frown with annoyance when periodically he'd drop a jeweled chalice or a candelabra over a ravine or river, but kept to his purpose and flew on, taking each load back to the keep where he deposited them on the stone floor of the open chamber.? On one trip he encountered Angus in the room but gestured for the servant to keep silent and to not let the girl find out what he was doing.? It took the better part of the day spent flying back and forth between hoard and keep before he felt he had enough.

As the sun began to set, The Dragon summoned Angus.? "Go fetch the girl and bring her here," he rumbled softly. His reptilian features quirked in what approximated an anticipatory smile.? "I want to see the look on her face at what I have brought her."

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- Mikayla -
Sadness filled Mikayla as she walked through the keep. While she did do exactly what she told Angus she would do, mark and catalogue various items that she could move to adjust to redecorate the place to make the space homier and inviting she would be lying to herself if she didn't acknowledge how hurt she felt right now that The Dragon had just dismissed her and their tea. She was trying...really trying to get to him him and to help him and to build a relationship with her and it seemed it was determined to keep her at arm's length. And she didn't understand why? What did she do to him? No...no she wasn't going to make this about her. She didn't do anything to him but be personable and friendly and take care of him when he needed to her and he had been nothing but ghastly to her.?

Wandering about she came to a door again. The one with the strange name. Feeling just as drawn to it as she did before, she tried to get in, and just like last time the door did not open...at first. But as soon as she touched the name, Mikayla's eyes began to glow a soft blue. Almost trance-like she chanted a quick magical phrase and there it was, with a soft push the door opened and she was inside.?

Just like before Mikayla was instantly entranced by the magical energy that flowed through the room. The hearth was ablaze for her and the soft sheath rest upon the bed Calling to her like before. Without quite knowing what she was doing, Mikayla, slipped off her dress and put on the thin gauzy material. Once again she could not help but rub upon her flesh in the most sensual of ways at the feel of it against her skin. But the hands did not feel like her own to her...they felt...different, familiar.

Like before, her footfalls took her to the pedestal that stood in the middle of the room with the old leather-bound book upon it. Stand before the book, a soft wind cause the book to open and pages to blow. Still, with her deep brown eyes glowing blue, she spoke. her voice sing-song and not really her own.

"I beckon thee come to me.
Across time and space.
I beckon thee come to me
now within this place.
I beckon thee come to me
Come within this door.
I beckon thee come to me,
now like I knew you before."

At that point and energy rose and grew flowing fast up and through the keep, seeking out the only other the spell was made for...The Dragon.?

?Dorian chuckled. “What do you desire for me to do to you?” His voice carried a sultry low quality. A tone he had worked to perfect in his short years. He circled her. His slow gait carrying him in a predatorial stalk. He leaned forward slightly at his narrow waist to sniff at the flesh on her belly.

“I smell need,” he whispered. His hand slid its rough palm upward over her taut stomach, his thumb and finger spread along the bottom edge of her left bra cup.

“Umm.” she moaned, arching into his touch. Her body writhed at the feel of his callused laced palm against her bare taunt stomach.? Her eyes rolled closed, and she licked her lips in anticipation of what the feel of his hand squeezing her hard nipple would feel like.?

God she wanted him.? What he did to touch her. Wanted him to take her. Wanted him to fuck her hard and rough and…God what was she thinking!? What was she doing!

‘Stop it, Damn you!’ she screamed at her body.

//Can’t--help it. Feels--so good.// Her body moaned in response.

“No, I will not let you beat me.” Seth said in a feeble attempt at strength.? “I will not let you win. And I swear to you, if you touch me, no goon on your payroll will stop me from killing you.” She said starting start into his eyes,

Dorian chuckled a low quiet sound as he stepped up onto the small platform below Seth’s feet.? His hard body slid along hers as he mounted the cross facing her.? Long toned arms wrapped over her spread arms as his hands clasped the wooden beam she was strapped to.? He looked into her eyes as his lips brushed over hers. The hard plains of his bare chest crushed against her breasts.? That now hard wedge of leather covered flesh in the apex of his thick thighs molded against her lower belly.

“Would you kill me fast or slow?” Dorian whispered as his lips brushed against Seth’s.? Thick fingers of his left hand trailed a slow path along the inside of her right elbow. His head canted forward to press his lips over hers.? The muscle of his tongue flicked a quick path along her lips to coax her tongue’s response.? He jerked his head back to stare at her face. His head shook side to side in a quick subtle motion before he smiled charmingly once more.

“Enough of this,” he whispered to himself as his hand slid along Seth’s arm, down her side, and passed between them to rip her panties from her.? He would have her now, and deal with the consequences later.? After all he rarely found himself really having to deal with consequences.? Beside the film would make him a pretty penny and she would be a star…posthumously of course.

One moment his thick turgid cock had been wrapped in the leather of his pants, the next it was shoved deep into Seth’s drug willing cunt. He moaned as her flesh wrapped around his lengthy veined shaft, his face pressing cheek to cheek against hers.? Narrow hips thrusted in a slight side to side sway as he took her on the cross.? It wasn’t a leisurely fuck designed for mutual pleasure. It was nothing close to that at all. It was the fast hard taking of a woman reduced to being nothing but a fuck toy for a man’s pleasure.? He grunted against her ear as his wide blunt tip pressed a grinding over the soft unyielding flesh of her cervix.

He felt her pulse against his firm lips, he felt the drug induced euphoria increase her heartbeat. He knew he didn't have much time. He knew the drug would work through her system at a faster rate now that she was responding to him. His hands slapped a grip onto the beam that held her arms. The muscled tapered V of his back arched as his head rolled back from her.? His hips pounding against hers, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the small empty room.

He pounded into her, pounded into her so hard soon Seth moaned loudly. Small mewing sighs of passion and lust left her body as she whimpered against his lips.? His kisses felt so good, his mouth so sweet, so hot.

“Ohhh,” Seth sighed as her lips parted to meet the thrust of his tongue.?

Her body had totally given itself over to this man and now her mind was surrendering as well.?

Soon she heard her own voice scream “Yes, yes, fuck me. fuck me.” Seth shouted, clamping her inner muscles down upon him. Gripping him hard. Suddenly Seth’s body bucked, and she let out a loud gut-wrenching painful retching and everything within her system emptied out. Pouring all over her and Dorian like a fountain, covering them both in smelly vile liquid and stomach acid. Just as Dorian’s body had just tensed to deliver his cum into Seth in long thick ropes. Still half hard, he jumped back off the cross only to land in a smeared greasy pile of her stomach contents and slip to his ass on the cement floor of the basement room.

He yelled loudly to bring in guards who fought back laughter upon entering the room and seeing what happened. as he rose and stalked past them.? They moved quickly enough to avoid getting smeared in the filth that covered Dorian.? "Hose the bitch down and call me on the two-way when she’s ready to be moved. Before I send her to Abu Dhabi I wanna know who she is and who she works for even if I have to beat it out of her first. ” he said, stalking from the room.

Persephone hung limp against the cross, her head lolled forward, her chin resting on her chest.? She wasn’t unconscious and she wasn’t fully awake, she was some place in between. Soon she felt the hard cold water hitting her naked frame. It chilled her to the bone. She knew one thing…she was going to die here or worse…much worse.

Damn her. It seemed fate was determined to make her a part of this story…not just tell it.??

A tear slipped from her eyes. She had just resounded herself to her fate, when she heard the sirens…”Sean” she said as she passed out.

She had been given a mild dose of an effective sedative, laced with a mind-altering psychogenic. When she began to come to, she might hallucinate. She may become ill, or she might just enjoy the upward spiral in her mind. The guards were familiar with the cocktail she had been given.? It was the same with each star of the films done in Dorian’s warehouse.

The small room that held the cross was an unpainted cinder block on the interior. On the wall opposite the cross hung various implements on a pegboard. Some would say of torture, others would argue they were for pleasure. Most were mainly hewn out of leather, although various shining parts of metal.? Near the board, along the same wall was a black lacquered dresser. Atop of it set a hood upon a wig stand. The black leather hood held silver-colored studs where the teeth, nose, and ears of the wearer could be seen, but the eyes sockets, that were ringed in also in silver studs could not.

As she lay strapped there, Seth’s eyes rolled around in her head and her breast heaved, rising, and falling deeply. Her head would have lulled to and fro except that it was being held in place by the straps.?

Dorian walked directly to Seth, his thick index finger passing slowly upward along her thigh.? He liked how her drug excited flesh responded to his touch. “Wake up beauty,” his voice was low and smooth, “we have work to do.”

Seth moaned.? Her body felt so good.? There was a steady throbbing tingling sensation touching every single pleasure receptacle in her body.? She moaned again.? One of her hands would have gone to her breast to grip and squeeze her nipples and the other would have gone to tweak the steadily engorging clit between her legs, but her arms would not respond.

Her logical mind screamed at her to snap out of it, to organize and to figure out exactly what was happening to her.? But it just felt too good to deny.? What was happening to her? Her mind fought to return to normal state even though her body wanted to stay exactly where it was.? Which was lost in the throes of the most unbelievable orgasmic experience of her life

She felt his hand on her breast, pinching her nipple through her bra…they had stripped her of her clothing. Seth’s body arched into the touch, a soft moan emitted from deep within her.? Her mind recoiled in disgust at the fact that she responded to this man's grubby hands upon her skin, but what could she do.? Her body had already made the decision to like this.? Her mind could only hope that the drug would burn off quickly so that she could gather up enough strength and presence of mind to get down from this contraption before he did something really revolting, like…have rape her.?

Seth almost gagged. Would her body like that as well?? “What kind of sick fuck drugs unwilling women in order to have his way with them?”

Dorian chuckled at the woman’s question. His hand shifted to press his palm into the apex of her thighs. Rough callused flesh cupped over her panty-covered sex in a squeezed rocking pressure.

?“You weren’t drugged to be raped, precious,” he lied. Well, not completely lied, she had been drugged to be raped, mutilated, and killed. All for his high paying clients over-seas.

His tongue flicked over his lips as his hand pressed more firmly into Seth's crotch. He watched how quickly she responded to his touch and smiled. And she responded beautifully. Her body rocked closer to the hand that pressed into her cunt. He watched her bite her bottom lip to stop the audible moan of pleasure his touch caused within her. She was hating it and he knew it, but that didn’t stop her warm hot juices from pooling and dipping into the crotch of thin panties, soaking the cotton there.

Her body screamed for more, begged for more.? So, he continued to manipulate her body because he knew she hated every single minute of it. “The drug you’ve been given in bio-genetically engineered. There will be no trace. And if you cry wolf about the circumstances you’ve been subjected to, you’ll end up hospitalized for a very long time. Now tell me who sent you here and who do you work for?”

“Fuck you,” She spat moaning.

At her words she chuckled. “Well don’t mind if I do. I am glad we are on the same page.” He said his hand disappeared inside her panties. “Do you want more? Do you long for my touch?”

He couldn’t help speaking to her this way.? It excited him. Hell, it was his driving force.? His pupils dilated as his intense gaze roamed over her. He was torn between waiting for the effects of the drugs to wear off, and using her while she was willing. “Answer me.”

Oh God, yes, her body wanted more.? It practically screamed out to him. The sound of his smooth, sultry voice was making her so wet that if she didn’t have panties on her juices would be running down her leg.? Hell, her crotch was so soaked already it was only a matter of time before just that happened.

And all this disgusted her.

Seth had to bite down on her lower lip again.? This time she bit so hard it flared crimson red causing the blood to seep into her mouth.? She could taste the metal taste on her tongue as it rolled down her lip and spilled onto her chin.?

He chuckled. “The more you fight the more it works, you know. Come on sweetheart. Tell me what your name is and who you work for. And I promise that the last thing you will feel will be the most pleasure you ever had in your life.”

“Go to hell, you bastard,” she moaned “What are you going to do with me?”

"Can I offer you a drink?" he asked as he went to the bar and poured himself a straight scotch. He sat one in front of her. “Not to worry, I'm not foolish enough to think to drug you."

"Sure you wouldn't," Seth said with a smirk. Apparently, it was Master Dorian and not the other guy who was really the house. Regardless she was going to still have to be really careful considering just how scared Diamond was. “I’ll take a water, please,” she said.

He nodded, he went to the mini fridge that was under his desk, took out a bottle of water and handed it to her. He waited while the woman examined the water. When she saw that the plastic band was sealed, she twisted the cap open and took a sip. "Now, this will be the only time I ask this before my patience runs out. How about you tell me who you are and why you are snooping around the girls in my club.”

“Snooping…” she clutched her pearls. “Insulted. I’m just a girl.”

“Just a girl, cute. Are we really gonna play this game."

“I don’t know what…wha…”

Seth felt like her brain had crashed into the back of her skull and the floor gave out from under her even though she was sitting. She blinked, trying to stand…but she swayed on her feet. Seth looked at the bottle of water on the desk.

“Damn Seth, that was stupid." she turned to look at Dorian, "Ass." She whispered as blackness consumed her and her body fell limp upon the office floor.

Dorian smirked as the woman collapsed onto the floor of his office. “Hmm, I guess she couldn’t handle her water.” His gaze flicked to the duo in the door. “take her downstairs, to rest.” He smiled as the men moved forward. He knew downstairs she would be stripped and lashed with thick leather locked straps to one of the wooden crosses that he used for his own personal play. She would work for him, one way or another.

Three security men took Seth into the lower levels of the club; there she was stripped of everything but her undergarments for now.? While one guard held her steady with her back placed against the vertical beam of the wooden cross, the others worked to fasten thick buckled leather straps around her wrists. They then secured a strap around her forehead, just under her breasts, and around her hips. Each thigh was also buckled down to keep her legs slightly parted. The straps supported her weight, as would the slight shelf below her feet once she was conscious.

(Andrew)

?Andrew smiled as Evone' expressed her concern while at the same time toying fitfully with his hair.? "Again, I'm a smuggler, my love.? 'Wise' isn't a word we're commonly adorned with. That said, however, I do know the difference between bold and reckless.? I didn't survive this long by being reckless."

He took her hand on his arm as he began a circuit around the Elusive, inspecting the repairs.? "The key here is speed.? They know where we're ultimately going.? Our best strategy is to get there before they have a chance to either catch us or get between us and France.? We have the faster ship by far.? All we need is a little bit of luck and fair weather."

?When they'd finished the circuit and were back at the front of the ship once again, Andrew patted the prow beams affectionately.? "The lads will be getting her closer to the water line and propped upright once again.? By this time tomorrow, the tide will have come in far enough to set her afloat." He turned and cupped her face in his warm hands.? "And then, my love, we'll be on our way.? And devil take the hindmost."??

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?- Evone' -

Evone' came into his arms. Holding his close. Her head against his chest as she stood staring at the sun as hit flickered as it began to make its downward descent in the sky. "When I think about how far We have come," she said letting the words trail. "If anyone would have said that I would have fallen in love with my kidnapper I would not have believed them. You have done so much for me. So much that I could never repay you for. Thank you Andrew. Thank you for finding me, for saving me and for loving me. I look forward to spending the rest of my life with you." She whispered. "But are you sure? I am sure you are aware by now that I can be quite the handful. Are you sure you want to do this? Be saddle with me? You can still leave me here you know."

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Callum responded in kind, tugging at the laces of Arowyn's bodice, then pulling it open to free her breasts.? He fell upon them hungrily, licking and suckling them for a long moment even as his hands moved down to pull up her skirt.? He moved upward, abandoning her succulent breasts to mouth her neck and then lips, pushing her legs apart with his knees.? His face flushed with passion, his breathing grew ragged.? Part of him was ashamed at what he was doing, but he brushed that part aside, consumed fully now by his desire and his need.? He shivered as his urgent maleness brushed roughly against the smooth flesh of? Arowyn's thigh, desperately seeking to sheath itself within her but probing blindly, hampered by the awkwardness of their position and of their still half-clothed state.? Growling with frustration, he pulled at the interfering garments, removing this boots and then kicking his trousers down and.? And then returning to where Arowyn's open arms - and legs - called to him, the heat of her drawing him down, down...

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- Arowyn -
Arowyn opened her arms to him, accepting him into her warmth and center. She gasped when he filled her. He felt so good. So very good. His hand on her skin, his mouth on her breast.??She arched her body against him so tight her spine was in danger of snapping. His hands on her skin seared her to her. Her fingers knitted into the full thick hair of his nape. Her other bunching into fists in his tunic. She could feel sensations exploding within her core, the throbbing of her womanhood, her juice mixing with his own and beginning to run down the inside of her thigh.?

She shivered at the feel of his tongue on her breast, neck, lips.?writhed and moaned under the attention of his hands upon her nipples. He tweaked them making them hard, so hard she thought they would snap off in his hands. Her body was not her own. Her muscles contracted and tensed. Tiny shards of energy ricochet through her and she tried hard not to rush things, but his touch, his mouth was making her crazy. She found herself responding to this man in a way that she never responded to anyone. Arowyn's eyes flutter closed. She moaned. She thought she would pass out from the intensity of it all. “Callum,” she whispered, as she bucked upon him.?

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Mithra could not think, she could only feel. As Angel ravished her body her head thrashed about upon the mattress and shout of loud cries of ecstasy. She could feel her climax building to explosive proportion and this all just from his tongue. His tongue. The man was as skilled with his tongue as he was with his guns. She wondered if his lower gun was just as skilled. She had to know. Now.

New Scarlett MacAleister

It was indeed a lot of data. The motherlode, so to speak. As it scrolled across Ekko’s screens Scarlett watched and absorbed the information. Among the abilities Scarlett had acquired from becoming a vampire, which included superior strength, dexterity and speed, she also had heightened senses and the ability to remember things that she saw.

It was a form of eidetic memory, commonly known as a photographic memory. For Scarlett, the scrolling data slowed to a crawl and her mind absorbed a major percentage of it. And she found Ekko was correct – this data was meant for a specific group of people.

Much of it as in vampiric language, which probably appeared as some form of code to Ekko. But Scarlett was able to read and commit much of it to memory.

The cartel was planning to take over Raconteur’s underworld by eliminating rivals like the mob, the yakuza and the posse which currently controlled the area. They were moving a great deal of resources…soldiers, money, equipment…from other operations to this area. They had even bought several houses and parcels of property in the area where they were likely housing their incoming workforce and preparing for possible war with their rivals.

She discerned names, faces and other biographical data on some of the players involved from the files Ekko was showing her. When she’d taken enough of it in, she nodded and turned to the hacker.

“Can I get this on a portable hard drive to go?” the redhead asked. She knew enough already, but she needed the data if she was going to make a case against this cartel with the Vampire Nation.

Ekko

Ekko wasn't a vampire but she was well aware of what she was seeing and reading. And what she read wasn't good. This was the beginning of World War III but on a much large scale than anyone could have ever dreamed. This wasn't good at all. She had heard through the grapevine that big changes were happening in the city. And if this was part of it, it didn't mean anything good for anyone outside the scope or loyalty of any of these groups. And that meant Big Momma needed to know this.?

"yeah sure," she said, beginning to copy what she saw onto a portable drive. A part of her thought about keeping the information for herself and giving Scarlett a fake empty drive, but that wasn't how she did busy. Scarlett paid for the information, so she would get what she paid for. When all the information was downloaded, Ekko turned to Scarlett and said. "So what now?"