An Urge That Grows With Her (Vitor)

[Mivala Fallon]

((As charming as that sounds, we better not scare the kiddies reading our posts... ))

I just laughed, letting our passion consume us.
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[Onrai]

The next week, Vitor stepped out front, the first shipment of blood packs arriving in a sealed transparisteel crate. Using the keycard he had been given, he swiped it, exposing a wealth of fresh, refrigerated blood packs. "Honey, it's for you!" He smiled, moving to haul the crate inside, not exposing it's contents. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to discover that his wife was a vampiress. "How's the bun in our little oven?" He smiled, getting a packet ready for her, complete with a bendy straw.

"I love you so much, Mivala. I think we should do something... Something intriguing."

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[Mivala Fallon]

"In a minute. The little one wants food..." I said, eagerly taking the pouch. It wasn't as good as Vitor's blood, but it would suffice. I sipped it like it was a normal drink instead of the source of my very existence. "Oh! Vitor, I almost forgot. What color are we going to paint the crib? I cannot decide."
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[Onrai]

"I know this may seem silly, but considering that we will not know the gender until birth, I would suggest we paint it red." A soft smile crossed his lips. "Does the little one need energy as well as blood?" He smiled, wanting to try something most intriguing with Mivala. "I love you so much... I almost kiss our struggling, you trying to drain me as I helped you resist." He really couldn't help but snuggle with the lovely wife he called "darling." She meant the world to him, as did her child and future children. And everything was set in the bedroom - but he needed to go in first and set everything up.

It would be a surprise.

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[Mivala Fallon]

I felt my stomach, concentrating on the child. "It seems content at the moment." I looked up at him seriously. "That isn't something you should enjoy, Vitor. The closer I come to losing control, the closer I get to killing you."
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[Onrai]

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"I know, it's just... The thrill. The excitement. I can't help but enjoy it. It feels so good." And with that, he rushed into the bedroom, motioning for her to follow him. He pressed the button on the holoprojector and quickly prepared himself for her opening of the door. Things would immediately change and go into something seriously fantastical.

 

[Mivala Fallon]

I walked into the room, and gasped. Our room, was not our room. It was a dark, moonlit forest. The ground was covered with grass in varying shades of violet. The trees appeared to be black. The sky, or what could be seen through the branches, was a deep navy blue scattered with stars. All was silent. I was speechless with awe.

((Sorry, but I'm listening to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. It's so beautiful, and I couldn't help righting something to embody it a little. ))
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[Onrai]

A soft moan would be heard through the trees. Brushing through only a short distance would reveal a very familiar person - the one Mivala loved most of all - chained to a table. He was already in character as part of the simulation, Clothless as he struggled against his bonds. "And so you return. The queen of the energy vampires, here to feed from me, to provide more sustenance for her Dhampir spawn." He sighed, head to the side. "A champion is what I was... until you defeated me and chained me here as a source of food and children." He cracked a smile, always wanting to play the helpless captured hero. It was a question of how far Mivala wanted to go in her portrayal of the 'beautiful energy vampire queen' that had bound him here.

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[Mivala Fallon]

I had to stifle my laughter. It was hard to imagine Vitor as a "damsel in distress" sort. She practically turned cherry red at the sight of him. "Uhm......Vitor?" I said, struggling to suppress my amusement.
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[Onrai]

He gave her a look of disgust that was clearly fake as he tugged at his restraints. "And for the first time you call me by my proper name, leech..." He growled menacingly. "Free me at once, and stop using me as a food source and breeding stock for you to create an army of powerful Dhampirs for use to conquer the planet." Speaking to her mentally, he turned his head away. Go with it, sweetie...

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[Mivala Fallon]

I shrugged. Clearing my throat, I did my best maniacally seductive laugh. "Oh, how dramatic. I applaud your tenacity." I hissed evilly. I stood beside him, using the Force to make it appear as if I were apart of the forest itself. My eyes were glowing and threatening. "But now that I consider it, why not? After all, nothing makes prey more delectable than when they are being hunted." I said. I smiled darkly, showing my fangs. I was the embodiment of all children's nightmares. I was horrifying to see.
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[Onrai]

Vitor gave a hostile growl as he heard the vampiric royal mock him in his chained state. Struggling again against his bonds, he found them to be hopelessly unescapable for the time being. Perhaps he should've tried another method of dealing with the situation. "I know that you are carrying a half-breed made with my seed. You drained me of all my vital fluids just to further your twisted agenda... You may as well show yourself. Despite you being pure evil, I still will not harm a pregnant woman. Not with my child or anyone else's."

God, he hated morals... In the illusion, that was.

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[Mivala Fallon]

My eyes alone shined through the darkness, directly over his face. "Your pathetic Jedi morals is a weakness that shall cost you your life," I snarled. "Eventually, that is. Rest assured that an end to your suffering will come, mortal. However slowly and painfully choose..." I purred evilly, an unseen hand extending and stroking his cheek.
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[Onrai]

"You won't kill me though." He lurched towards her when she stroked his cheek, struggling violently to free himself. "You want to use me to breed an army of hybrids that you know will not have the weaknesses you do." He grinned. "The other Jedi are ready for you to come back , and with you making another child so soon after bearing your last bastard spawn, you're certainly too weak to fight them. After all, you've drained less than half the people you used to since you arrived."

He wanted her to show herself. To try and be the seductive yet sinister vampire queen in this little roleplaying session.

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[Mivala Fallon]

I revealed my face. "No, I don't want to kill you yet. You still have a small role to play in the grand scheme of things, dear." I said. I then gave him a swift scratch in the face. "What if I told you that I knew about your Jedi friends?" I began, walking slowly around the table. "That I see them every day, and greet them with a friendly smile? What if I told you that everything you think you know is a lie?" My voice was smooth yet cold.
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[Onrai]

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"You're a pregnant vampire harlot whose only desire is to bear as many monstrosities as possible in order to take over the galaxy and turn Jedi like me into breeding stock. I refuse to let myself be in such a situation." He growled, still angry with her. He would fight for all he could - until he was no longer capable of fighting. "Never again, succubus..."

 

[Mivala Fallon]

I laughed. "Don't you see, Jedi whelp? You're already in that situation. And as for your order, I have them wrapped around my finger. Being one of the most highly respected Masters there has it's perks. Or do you not remember a certain 'Master Lamia'?"
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[Onrai]

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"I'm not believing your lies anymore..." He turned his head away from her in defiance, or at least as well as he could turn his head away while restrained and whatnot. "Master Lamia is far too chaste to be you in disguise, seedmongering wench." His voice raced as he tried to tug at his bonds once more. "I will get out of here... And when I do, I will kill you and all the bastards you've sired using me as your puppet."

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[Mivala Fallon]

I grinned maniacally. "You underestimate my power, dear. And such a Sith thing to say." I took his chin and forced him to look at me. "Do try to remember that they are not bastards. They are your children, and mine. They see you as a father. Some actually respect you. This respect has caused a bit of a rift in the family, but no matter. They can still overwhelm you."
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[Onrai]

"They are bastards. Illegitimate offspring formed from your chaining me down and lewdly drawing my seed into your body to forge new half-breed monstrosities." He spat at her with what little moisture he had in his lips. "I hope one of them kills you... Stops these abominations from being spawned in your womb... Then I can die peacefully." Another growl, another attempt to free himself. He mentally spoke to her, as though he were trying to make it like she was reading his thoughts.

I hope she doesn't go into full seduction mode... My body will betray my mind... And she has worn me down already.

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