Private Tales Bloody Battlements

[Elide]

Tempting fate. Tempting her power. Her bloodline. Seeing just how far it would go before that fire where he soul should be was snuffed out. Elide knew what she was doing, knew what she was risking as his teeth plunged deeper into her neck.

But gods.

She winced at the initial puncture but remained still, almost limp in his arms as the area where his mouth lingered tingled and a warmth spread outward across her entire body. How peculiar it was, the discomfort mixing with the arousal of her blood spilling. An intimate connection between a predator and his prey.

Elide, lost in a whirlwind of emotions, would give into the blissful submission.

She was not to experience euphoria alone, however. Iren would find in the blackness of Elide's blood something far stronger than a mage's blood. No. Feeding on Elide would not yield the same powerful intoxication that he tasted before. Drinking her blood would bring him somewhere deeper. Somewhere primal. As if he were tasting the creation of magic itself.

Iren was tapping directly into the framework of magic and tasting death, decay, and the essential transition of life to death. Elide was the primal essence of mortality. And she had intentionally given him a taste of something his immortal body could not achieve: life, death, and rebirth.

A taste was all...

But that rich tapestry of pleasure, pain, and ecstasy...she was unable to free herself of its reins. The balance of peril and bliss were blurring into an oblivion she very much enjoyed. Perhaps too much so.

 

[Iren Brightmane]

It was too much.

He recognized it instantly. It was like taking a sip from a glass of water, except the glass turned into the ocean and the ocean's current drew you into its depth. Iren didn't know where pleasure ended and agony began, but every part of his body was simultaneously screaming and moaning in equal measure. Pleasure beyond understanding and pain without limit.

Iren was born. He died. He was reborn. Each time he swallowed more of the black ichor he went through this process and it was addictive.

Until it became too much, he was holding her against him and trying to push her away, until finally he yanked his mouth away from her neck as if it held the most potent poison in existence. "F-fuck..." He whispered with black liquid trickling down his chin.

His eyes wide and pupils burned open until they had no color left. Only blackness.

"Did you know..." Iren demanded of her but the force of his words and shaking her slightly in his arms caused another tremor to shoot through him like lightning. "...that it would be like that?"

Iren had almost killed her... he could feel her life essence fading... it would have been so easy to snuff her out.

Maybe that's what had woken him up at the right time.

 

[Elide]

It was cruel of him, to pull away so soon. To refuse her the sweet release of death- back into the embrace of her ancestral magic. Had she any energy left, she may have scolded him for it.

But as it stood, he was asking her questions while she was limp in his arms. He would see her lips twitch into a smile as he asked, and a slight nod of her head to confirm. Though, it was not entirely the truth. Iren had not been the first to taste her unholy blood. But he was the only person who appeared to survive. The only one who had been able to endure it and pull himself out of her trance.

But he, himself, had held her too long. So long that she was nearing on unconsciousness as he finally pulled away from her neck. Her eyes seemed glazed over, half closed as she tried to whisper that she was tired. She wasn't sure if the words were said aloud before it all went black.

 

[Iren Brightmane]

Elide

He considered slapping her in the face until she woke up again.

But that was the human inside of him talking. Iren didn't often let him out of his cage and he would certainly not start doing so now. Instead his mind pressed into Elide's, but not for the purpose of extracting any important information.

Just where her room was as he sighed and began to walk in that direction. Cradling her like... well, comparisons probably didn't really fit one way or the other.

Until finally he reached her room. It was awkward, at times he had to dodge people walking by, because there would be way too many awkward questions about why Iren was holding the almost lifeless body of a Warden's daughter.

Luckily he was the only vampire here so he could see them (or their heart anyway) coming before it would turn into a problem.

He put her gently on the bed.

"You are a right asshole, Elide." He murmured as he sat down next to her on the bed. His legs finally giving out because it had all been way too much. "But I thank you for your gift regardless. I have never... ever tasted anything like that."

And he was already craving it again.