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Akiza invited the man into her home and shut the door. A very modest home, little more than single room, recently vacated by a career soldier who had found a wife and, naturally then, needed larger accommodations. Akiza herself would've loved larger accommodations, but for her present purposes as well as the foreseeable future, this would do.
"A pain getting in through the gate today," said the man. "What's the cause for the heightened vigilance?"
"There was a murder."
The man—a Vestian, quite accustomed to that—laughed a little and said, "Just one?"
"It's unusual here."
"I suppose so."
"And, worse, it was a Regulator."
"Who did the murder?"
Akiza snorted. Alright, maybe he did have a sense of humor, even if unintentional. "No. Who was murdered."
"Ah."
The man's name was Poelan Ambustus, and how he and Akiza had come to meet—and establish their present arrangement—was strange indeed. Akiza had recently gone afield with Regulator Boesarius Terral, off to Vestia, Gild's belligerent eastern neighbors. Vestia proved a most acceptable hunting ground for her to feed, as Akiza found Vestian culture to be repugnant. After her trip with Boesarius she went by herself. She happened upon Poelan, a small-time lone merchant traveling the road by night. She descended on him, fed, and yet when she made to leave...he begged her not to go.
Turned out Poelan actually enjoyed having his blood drained—specifically by female vampires. Some manner of kink for him. Where for his fellow countrymen it was the fashion to keep women as property and thereby lord over them, Poelan enjoyed being dominated, taken and thrust under the heel by the very thing his culture asserted he should be master of. Akiza didn't quite know what to make of that, funnily enough.
Nonetheless, they came to a mutually beneficial arrangement: these periodic visitations. Both of them were inclined to keep one another's secret. For Akiza, having the convenience of Poelan was too good to pass up. And it neatly satisfied Boesarius's terms that she never feed on a Gildan citizen. Her sense of practicality rejoiced.
Now they each sat on the sole bed of Akiza's home, the small radiance of the lantern the only light.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes," Poelan said, his breathless voice full of anticipation.
And as Akiza slowly bit into his neck, she could feel the delightful tensing of his body. Then came the euphoric warmth of his blood, and the sinful bliss of which mortalkind could never know.
Aylin Denizal
"A pain getting in through the gate today," said the man. "What's the cause for the heightened vigilance?"
"There was a murder."
The man—a Vestian, quite accustomed to that—laughed a little and said, "Just one?"
"It's unusual here."
"I suppose so."
"And, worse, it was a Regulator."
"Who did the murder?"
Akiza snorted. Alright, maybe he did have a sense of humor, even if unintentional. "No. Who was murdered."
"Ah."
The man's name was Poelan Ambustus, and how he and Akiza had come to meet—and establish their present arrangement—was strange indeed. Akiza had recently gone afield with Regulator Boesarius Terral, off to Vestia, Gild's belligerent eastern neighbors. Vestia proved a most acceptable hunting ground for her to feed, as Akiza found Vestian culture to be repugnant. After her trip with Boesarius she went by herself. She happened upon Poelan, a small-time lone merchant traveling the road by night. She descended on him, fed, and yet when she made to leave...he begged her not to go.
Turned out Poelan actually enjoyed having his blood drained—specifically by female vampires. Some manner of kink for him. Where for his fellow countrymen it was the fashion to keep women as property and thereby lord over them, Poelan enjoyed being dominated, taken and thrust under the heel by the very thing his culture asserted he should be master of. Akiza didn't quite know what to make of that, funnily enough.
Nonetheless, they came to a mutually beneficial arrangement: these periodic visitations. Both of them were inclined to keep one another's secret. For Akiza, having the convenience of Poelan was too good to pass up. And it neatly satisfied Boesarius's terms that she never feed on a Gildan citizen. Her sense of practicality rejoiced.
Now they each sat on the sole bed of Akiza's home, the small radiance of the lantern the only light.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes," Poelan said, his breathless voice full of anticipation.
And as Akiza slowly bit into his neck, she could feel the delightful tensing of his body. Then came the euphoric warmth of his blood, and the sinful bliss of which mortalkind could never know.
Aylin Denizal
