Recent content by Marianne Seyorio

"An intriguing perspective..." She allowed him to bring her up for a kiss and she held it for a long moment. When she pulled away she opened her eyes and they were glowing red. She once again went down to his throat and sank her fangs into him, drinking deeply from his blood. When she finished...

They made love while he told her about himself, the culture he grew up in and the place he held in it. Drow society was quite the opposite of Oban, a matriarchy where women held positions of privilege and power, whereas Oban disproportionately favored the male gender. Even though she held the...

She led him through the city streets till they reached the manor district, where the wealthy and Nobility resided. She took him through the guarded gates of a grand estate, metal clad security welcomed the mistress home. Servants and attendants with necks covered bowed and welcomed home the lady...

His given word and oath was solidified by her hypnotic spell. She withdrew from him slightly to look him in the eyes once again. "An accord is struck." She slid her tongue over the bite wounds in his neck, "Escort me home now, stay with me for tonight. And in the morning you will return home as...

She moans softly as he places his lips over the wound and drank her blood. The open vein pumped blood into his mouth though it soon healed over, it was enough. Her blood gave him a feeling of euphoria along with a burst of strength and power that washed through his system. She kissed him and put...

She sighs in satisfaction and lets him kiss her, lets him claim her lips as if he were the only one who could. She returned the affection, kissing his lips and backing herself to the wall of the alley to give him a sense of control even as his mind remained open to her suggestions. She kissed...

She sighed in what might appear to be relief, and maybe it was to some degree. "Ahhh, my dear... A bed will be the least of our worries..." She moved herself against him, placing his arms around her slight frame and on the exposed skin of her back, in the thin ray of moonlight shining between...

Hmmmm... A blacksmith... Her consorts had money to buy for her whatever she needed, but buying weapons had their risks, it left a trail that could eventually be traced back to her... But having her own blacksmith in thrall? It seemed she won't be drinking this one dry after all. "Well met...

She smiled as she stepped up beside him and laced her arm around his. She was already a tall woman at around six foot one, and with her heals she was even taller. But she seemed so light and fragile at the touch that it seemed no surprise that she needed an escort. It was a rouse, but her prey...

(Looks good to me!) They wandered the streets, the sun was a long way off, the sky was clear and the stars were out, they were in no sort of hurry. Marianne didn't hunt for blood in Oban, the blood came to her. Her various consorts and her pretend husband provided everything she needed, thralls...

Centuries pass so slowly in a tomb, especially when one is not truly dead but simply asleep, trapped in this inanimate state unable to move, breath, or even think. There are no dreams in death, the aestivated sleep of vampires deprived of blood to the point that they cannot move and essentially...