Private Tales A Taste of This World

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
Genevieve let out a harsh laugh at his words. He was what she needed all her life? Her very long life. Right.

"And why is that?" He was very confident and she was pretty sure that being bitten was not something she needed all her life.

His strong hand still held her in place and it just caused her to glare at him again. Her attitude returning in force.
 
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Coran's expression never faltered as Genevieve laughed in her face, his features still full of that same self confident and smug grin.

His grip on her did not ease off for even a second. He knew that if he let her go she was liable to run, or take the knife and try to stab him a few more times. Not disastrous either way, but he didn't want to have to kill the entire Tavern.

That would be a cascade of calamity and he was in no mood for a feast.

Not when he was already holding one in his hands. "Because I'm something you've never seen before."

He told her.

"Something you have no idea about." Something that should equally terrify, and intrigue her. A fact he could already see in her eyes.
 
Genevieve was terrified. She was also intrigued. It was a cruel, tempting game.

"You attacked me," she seethed. This man had to be joking. No, she could see in his eyes that he was incredibly serious. Scarily so.

"What do you want?" She managed to ask as she calculated her odds of escaping him. If she made it out to the main room, she may have a chance at escape. But all that rested on getting out of his strong grip.

She could try to use her affinity and persuade him but she had a sneaky suspicion he would just laugh at her.
 
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"Me?" The fingers on the back of her neck curled, they pressed against her skin until she could feel his nails.

His voice seemed to drift into the ear, ringing louder than it should have, resounding almost. There was something to it, something inhuman. It called out with the sound of the abyss, with something far beyond the ordinary. "I want..."

Slowly Coran pulled her closer.

His face was just shy of hers, and that was when she would notice it.

Coran did not breath. His chest did not rise and fall. His words did not fall from his tongue like any other man.

"This world." Before she could answer his lips pressed against hers, his teeth sinking, drawing over her as he dove into that delicious feast. "I want to live."

As none had ever before.
 
His nails dug into her neck causing her to let out a hiss. She was really starting to dislike this man. The problem was that Genevieve could not help but hang on every word he spoke. He pulled her closer like he knew it too. He knew that she wanted to know the answer more than she wanted to walk away.

He was so close to her now. She should have felt his breath but she didn't. What the fuck was he? He didn't give her time to think on her discovery before he was talking again, kissing her again, biting her again.

"Stop fucking biting me," Genevieve managed to say quicker this time as her lips healed faster. Her hands came up to his chest but she was unable to push him away. "And let me go!"
 
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"No." The denial was instant, childish almost in it's rebuke of her. The wide grin on his face was tinged with a trickle of her blood at the edge of his lip. It lingered there, slowly flowing down into the blonde hairs of his beard.

His hand, still clinging to the scruff of her neck seemed to dance for a moment. His fingers tapped along her spine, the caress sickeningly soft. "No, I don't think I will."

He told her.

"I think we're going to have too much fun." Coran's voice was almost a song as he said the words, yet that odd tone clung behind them. "How could I give that up?"

His tongue snaked from his lips, drawing over the trail of her blood.
 
Genevieve felt like she was going to throw up as his soft caress sent shivers down her spine. "We are not going to have any fun," she growled. She would die before she went anywhere with this man or whatever he was. He was like no one she had ever met before and that was not a good thing like he seemed to think.

Her face scrunched up in disgust as he licked her blood. "I am not leaving with you and you cannot possible keep us here for much longer before they come to check on you..."

She tried to pull out of his grip again and felt his nails dig into her flesh again.
 
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Coran's grip was like a vice. Unmoving, strong, clamping down on Genevieve the moment that she tried to pull away from him. His eyes locked onto hers, his lips parting in a wide grin. "Then I'll kill them."

It would be a pity. That calamity of chaos would befall, but after tasting her...he was more than sure he was okay with that.

Whatever the woman was, whatever magic she had buried within her, Coran was more than sure it was enough. Greed was his passion, his reason for being, but even with that constant need for more Genevieve was an ample supply.

One he would not let go of.

"Lets not make this harder than it needs to be." He told her. "Tell you what."

He mused. "Come with me, and I'll answer your question."

It was a kindness, before he did things the hard way.
 
"I. Am. Not. Going. With. You."

Genevieve felt like she needed to emphasize each word for this psycho since he wasn't understanding any other way. She supposed he was going to have to kill her or throw her over his should but she wouldn't make either of those easy for him.

"I have a job to do. I am working. You are insane and you still smell terrible." Genevieve couldn't help but goad him. She was a Lady of the Summer Court. She was someone. Rich, powerful, beautiful. He was nothing but an insane murderer who enjoyed biting people.
 
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A long, exasperated sigh came from his lips. A strange thing, given that the man did not normally seem to breath. His head shook in disappointment. "Shame."

He had hoped that she would make this easier, but perhaps that was just wishful thinking. He'd found more often than not the people of this world were...difficult to convince, at least until every other line had been crossed over.

Coran's smile returned, and then suddenly his free hand came up.

Not to slap across her face, not to grab or throw her somewhere else, but instead it rushed between them. His lips parted once more, but this time his teeth sank into his own skin. He bit through stolen flesh, and then what came beneath.

Then, before she could slip away, Coran forced the open wound against Genevieve's lips.

Fingers at the back of her head clamped in place, nails digging deep to force her mouth open.

In truth he had absolutely no idea what this would do to her. A human would become sick with a drop, entranced with two, and die with three, but she was no human. So perhaps all it would take was a little more.
 
Genevieve tried to turn her head away as he brought his bleeding wrist to her lips. Of course, she couldn't. His blood spilled into her mouth and he forced her to swallow. As soon as it hit her stomach, she felt like she was going to vomit. Nothing happened though.

Nothing happened. She just glared at the man. Whatever the fuck he was.

And then...

Genevieve seemed to replace in his grip as a smile formed on her lips. It was still a smile that promised death but it wasn't towards him. It was just normal for her.

"So who are you? And why do you keep biting me?"

Her memories were clearly intact but all the fight and hatred had left her now.
 
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Coran didn't hesitate, he never hesitated, but he did watch her with no small amount of curiosity for a brief moment.

For some reason he had expected that hatred not to dwindle so quickly, that she would try to argue more or perhaps that it would make her sick. The Blood was unpredictable at the best of time. When he'd fed it to an ogre the thing had gone mad enough to destroy half a village.

That had been fun.

This was...unexpected, but pleasantly so. "I am Coran."

It was the name that he had adopted when first coming to this world. Though it was three bodies ago, the name had seemed to stuck.

"And I bite you because you happen to be utterly delicious." His fingers eased somewhat on the back of her neck, but just slightly. There was still a chance that this was all some sort of ruse. He was not foolish enough to let her from the leash just yet.
 
Genevieve felt weird but she couldn't place why though. She felt his fingers loosen a little on her neck although she was not really sure why he was holding onto her neck so tightly.

"I...taste...good?" She asked clearly confused as to why he was tasting her at all.

"Why are you naked?" Why the fuck was she asking these stupid questions? She couldn't remember why she had followed the man. Only that she had.

It was driving her insane. Why couldn't she think straight?!
 
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"Don't you worry about that, love." Coran said with a smile as he reached up and gently booped her nose with his index.

The blood had worked far better than he had expected, and he was going to take advantage of every little bit that he possibly could. He wondered, for the first time really, what she actually was. The taste had been all that mattered, the power.

Now that it had all fallen into place?

Oh it was so lovely. "We were going to take a bath."

Coran reminded her.

"Don't you remember, sweetheart?" His smile turned into a large grin. "But only after I offered to wash you."
 
Genevieve crinkled her nose when Coran booped her. No one had ever touched her like that before. What the fuck. Weirdo.

But they seemed to know each other well enough to take a bath together. Well...that didn't mean much. She was a fae and a Summer fae at that. When she wasn't working, she was usually taking someone home from the latest party. So familiarity meant nothing to her.

"Yes, I remember, sorry. I just got confused for a moment. I guess I should get in then. You have beat me to undressing." Her long fingers grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off over her head.

Her pants soon followed and she just looked at him as if she wasn't sure what to do now.
 
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This really was working out better than he had thought.

Briefly he wondered just how long the blood would last. In humans it could take weeks, even months to properly wear off. He suspected that with her it would be a much, much shorter time. The wounds he had made on her lips healed practically in an instant.

Still, this was utterly delightful.

He did so enjoy just coming across something new on this world. It was exciting, such a pull away from his last few millenia of living.

As Genevieve began to undress Coran wandered over to the bath, sitting on the rim of the tub. "You were telling me what you were doing here."

Coran reminded her casually as he began to slip into the wooden bath.
 
Genevieve followed him over to the tub and watched him as she slid in. She silently debated if she wanted to get in facing him or with her back against him. Her mind told her to face him or run away while the inkling that was something else told her that she should lean against him because she tasted delicious and he would want to taste her again. She wanted to make him happy...didn't she?

She decided on sitting between his legs with her back against his chest. Once she was comfortable, she answered him. "I kidnap humans for the Summer Queen and her slave market. They're terrible and fae pay such great prices for them."

After she said it, she paused. He wasn't human. What was he though? "What are you? You aren't human..."
 
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Coran let his hand slowly begin to drift over her skin, his face contorting slightly as she finally revealed what exactly she was. Lips pursed for a moment in considering as he let the knowledge mull around in his skull. Fae.

Well wasn't that interesting.

He knew of them of course, stories, tales. A summer court though? That was new information. Were there more of her? Had to be to hold an entire court. Where they all as delicious as her? He could only assume so...but did he even have time to taste them all?

"Me?" He repeated. "I am something from beyond this world."

Coran said as his hands began to float over her body, not quite touching, but only barely. "The men in the Chuch called me a Demon."

He recalled.

"But I'm not so sure I'd call myself as such." Coran mused.
 
Genevieve instinctively stiffened when he said the word demon. She was in the tub with a demon. Run away, Genevieve. She couldn't run though. She was not sure why but she just wanted to stay here with him.

"And what would you call yourself?" She asked as her long, slender fingers fluttering through the water in front of her.

"Also, why are you here? Besides taking a bath with me, of course..." She looked over her shoulder at the demon with a small smile.
 
"Coran." He said with a smile.

As far as he could remember her did not have a name before coming to this world, things like he rarely did. There were countless that he had been called over the centuries, of course. Those times that he had managed to break through the veil and cause mayhem on this world had always given him another.

Given the centuries though they always faded into memory, rumor. Human lives were painfully short, and even those races who were deigned with immortality often forgot about troubles that passed. "What about you?"

He asked.

"What's your name?" Not that it mattered much to him.

"And, I was here..." Coran began to explain. "...To eat."
 
"Genevieve," she stated simply. "Lady Genevieve Belisario of the Summer Court," she added after a breath. She was not sure why she had given him her full name and title but she just felt like she needed to tell him things. He was her...friend? No, Genevieve didn't have friends. He was...what? She had no idea.

"To eat..." She mused. She ate like a normal person, she hate food. He ate blood. "That is why you bit me and said I tasted delicious. I guess I am glad that I could be helpful?" Her voice lilted up at the end into a question.
 
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His hands finally landed on her skin. "What a pretty name."

Coran said softly, though in truth he didn't much care for...well any sort of name. It seemed a pointless thing to him, but then again many things did. All that he cared about was his next meal, his next taste. Something that in it of itself seemed to have now solved itself.

"Oh yes." He told her softly, leaning in. "Very helpful."

And he would make sure she continued to be.

This was a prize he would not so easily give up, and as his breath spilled out over her neck she would feel his teeth once again sink into her flesh.
 
Genevieve let out a low growl as his teeth bite into her neck. She did not pull away or fight him though. She might have moved her neck ever so slightly to allow him more surface area. Her mind screamed at her to stop this nonsense but she didn't hear it. She didn't listen.
 
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This time Coran didn't stop at drawing blood, he didn't stop at a small bite. The man, the thing called a demon, quite literally took a chunk out of Genevieve's shoulder.

If anyone stepped into the room, a servant, a patron of any sort, they would likely have balked in utter horror at the sight. Even with her healing, blood ran down the Faeries skin and into the water, dying it a delicious crimson as Coran reveled.

"Ahhh." He let out a contented sigh.

Coran mused.

"I think I'll have to keep you close." Oh yes. That was not even a question at this point. "But we'll have to leave soon."

His hands caught on her sides. "They'll find the church at dawn."
 
It took longer this time for her to heal but it was only a few minutes. "If you take too much, I won't be able to heal and then you will not have my delicious blood anymore," her voice was almost giddy as she said it. Almost like she enjoyed it.

"Where are we going to go?" His hands touched her side and she tensed up under his touch. It was like part of her was trying to fight his influence but it was not the conscious side of her.

"And what did you do at the church? Did you kill poor, innocent humans?" Her giggle was manacle. It was clear she hated humans very much.
 
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