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Tweak says, "I wanted to be a Jedi!"

Byron Wickes (onthefence) wrote in cirque_rp,
@ 2017-08-17 10:40:00

WHO: Lana and Byron
WHEN: June 6th
WHERE: Costume Tent
PROMPT: Mirror, Mirror
WARNINGS: TBD

Byron, like his sires before him, always had a sense when his progeny came within a city’s distant of him- less so with the progeny of his childe, but they still created a familiar tingle before they ever stepped into sight. A devious grin spread over Byron’s features when Lana scampered into the Cirque from the town and further when she signed the contract to become a part of collection. Felix’s Lady in White had finally decided to join the game.

Vampire or not, the humidity of Cambodia did nothing for a clean look. The longer locks of dark hair that crowned the shaved sides of his head curled into wet waves. No one really had a problem with the look, but it made it harder to keep in place as he preferred. As though he never ran out of clean white button-downs, Byron had the sleeves rolled up- less out of discomfort of the environment and more for show. His charcoal grey pants tailored to fit his body in all the right ways left clean lines to accentuate his form.

Following his ‘parental’ intuition, Byron stepped into one of the costume work areas and leaned against the bar holding the doorway steady. “I’ve come to see to my shirt. It was a bloody mess when I dropped it off.” The corners of his lips turned up ever so slightly, but Byron knew he did not need to pretend toward normal emotion with his youngling. She knew better even before she had been turned.

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lana_h
2017-08-17 06:08 pm UTC (link)

Curiosity may not have killed the cat, but if the cat was still a human, the bloody humidity may well kill it. Lana was already started to second guess her choice to join her maker in this freak show of a cirque. But after many years of being apart from him, she figured it was time for a reunion. And if she really needed to, she could always just leave after getting her fill of Byron.

The familiar tingle of his presence, moved up her spine as he approached, causing her to sit up a little straighter. She suppressed a grin at the sound of his voice, turning slowly to raise her eyes up his body and to his face as she sat in a chair, mending fabric. "Perhaps you should stop fucking yourself with knives and find a cock to shove inside of you instead, then you wouldn't get as much blood on your shirt." She stood, tossing the fabric to the side.

Lana closed the short distance between them, the front of her body pressed against his side as her face tilted up to see his. "Or you could always wear red or black. Hides the stains better." Pausing for a moment, she moved back slightly and walked around him, examining his being for any signs of mistreatment in her absence.

"Didn't you say this place had witches? Why can't they abracadbra this shit and eliminate the use for needles. Really what the fuck good is a circus full of supernatural freaks if you can't use actual fucking magic. This is a fucked up version of Cinderella and the fairy fucking godmothers are sleeping on the job. Per usual." It wasn't that she couldn't do manual labor... she just really hated it. And he knew that. "Any particular reason that morose looking asshole placed me here for a job? I know it wasn't my winning personality, but really... this was the best he could come up with?"

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onthefence
2017-08-17 06:27 pm UTC (link)

"Knives make the cock that much better, lamb." Crystalline eyes inspected every step she made whether toward him or around him. He let her have her inspection, knowing that it was more a sign of respect than one most would confuse for love. Humans craved labelling them with more emotion than they bothered with. He protected his childer and hers but not in a mama bear manner but in an expectation of cunning.

"It had been suggested to me after the third month here, but blue and white bring out my eyes more." As much as the words were said in jest, it was a simple truth anyone with an eye for beauty would have. "And the witches mostly seem to fuck each other with magic and then use the rest of it to move the Cirque or do whatever jobs they have. Though I am rather disappointed that there are not mending Fae about. Taking one in the back of her shop is one thing, but creating more work amongst the costumes might be amusing while drinking from them."

Byron smirked. She was just how he had left her. No matter the time or distance away from one another, they were each always the same upon return. "When your best quality is killing people, maybe he thought you would know better than most how to fix clothes," Byron paused, looking down at his darling girl with the same kind of strange pride he had always given her. "Or he thought it in poor taste to hand you a knife like he had me."

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lana_h
2017-08-17 08:40 pm UTC (link)

"Lamb?" She snorted as she made her round, a hand moved out and grazed across his shoulders and around as she moved back to the front of him. "This isn't fucking Twilight. I don't sparkle nor do curl into a ball and resolve to die because someone left me." Her eyes rolled at the thought of the entire premise and for a moment she wished it was real. Just so she could rip out the characters throats.

"Well whats a little blood stained fabric so long as it brings out the sparkle of your baby blues." Her brow arched in mockery. While she had only been there for a few hours, it seemed to be true that the witches were completely fucking useless. Go figure. Just like in the real world. They never did anything useful, they just liked to fuck with others and call it protection.

At the mention of a fae to feed on while working, Lana's lips turned slightly towards the corner of her mouth in a barely there grin. "I wouldn't oppose to a snack that could give me a buzz while having to mend your fucked up shirts. Especially since I wasn't the one to fuck them up..." Her eyes cut back to him in judgement.

Lana shrugged at the made up reasoning behind her becoming a seamstress. "Or he could just let me kill people... It's not too much to ask, is it? I'm sure there are some annoying fucking humans and workers here that he wouldn't mind being rid of... It would be a favor.. Really." The thought of her dealing with knives was amusing, but she could have thought of better things to do to add to his show. "Well he could have just had me be your assistant. At least then if a knife went astray, he wouldn't have to worry about me dying. Though it might be in poor taste to have an orgasm while on stage... Not that I haven't done it before... But he may not appreciate it the way that we would."

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onthefence
2017-08-18 03:08 pm UTC (link)

Byron chuckled. "From what I remember of that movie, the main creatures were vampiric fae mistaken as vampires as humans are dolts." While he did not recall the use of the term Lamb in it- which might have been because his attendance at the movie theatre had been spent in the video booth draining a hot little number dry- he was sure Lana had a better recollection than he did. The fact that it was used in such a manner seemed strange as since he could remember such silly terms of endearment were used towards children only, though that might have been a difference between the American culture and his own, actual culture.

Eyes trailing down her form, the amused smile faded to something more reflective of the twitch of his childer's lips. "Would you rather fuck up my shirt, love? We have time before open." No form of jest flitted through his tone, no passionate need or yearning- as always there was a sense of charm even when being blatant. To Byron sex was a past time amusement. His interactions with others tended to see how far he could see them lose themselves to his will. Though he expected differently from Lana.

"That may be why he resisted putting us in the same act. I'd see you orgasm and want to be part of that. I cannot let my childe have all the fun." Byron reached out running his finger along her jawline before brushing it over her lips. Thoughts of having her mouth around him as Felix stepped into his trailer or being buried deep within her in full orgasm as a taunt to the lost pup he had been training passed briefly.

"I tend to have audience volunteers for my show as then I can feed off of them after ward. The idiot Scot uses an assistant, but really what fun is that to have the same meal every night." He paused, letting his thumb trail down her neck. "Though if you ever want to escape from the fabrics I would welcome throwing knives at you or cracking a whip over your soft flesh and disrobing you for a show."

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lana_h
2017-08-19 09:57 pm UTC (link)

"There was nothing fucking notable about that movie. There almost was. But then apparently you can't kill main characters because fucking pussies." Lana rolled her eyes. Just once she wanted to see a movie in which everyone just fucking died. No Prince Charming to the rescue. He's balls deep in the evil witch and so on and so fourth. That would be entertaining.

"I'd always rather fuck up your shirt. But you seem to let others beat me to it. And I bet they didn't even swallow." She teased and watched him move around. How long had it been since she had been entangled in that body? She couldn't remember exactly. Which only meant one thing... Too long.

Lana rolled her eyes and shrugged. "I still fail to see an issue with the two of us being in an act together. Orgasms, knives, blood... Shit who wouldn't want to come to that show? I bet the audience would even partake in a big circle jerk." She grinned and moved closer to him, her hand trailed along his spine for a moment.

At the mention of the other knife thrower, Lana rolled her eyes again. "Fuck the Scot. He's too high and mighty." The thought of being in his show though, starting to pull at things low within her. "I'd be more than happy to be in your show. But if they won't let me, you know I'd still be more than happy to have your whip along my skin and your knives piercing my being..."

Lana came in front of him once more, her hands moved down to his slacks, shamelessly groping the slowly formed bulge in the front of his pants. "I've missed you. I grow tired of the vanilla cupcakes in this world." Her hands moved away from his slacks and she took a small step back, hands moving over her own body now. "Have you really missed me? Or are you feeding me some bullshit line to appease me? I know it must be so much better with your fae high here..." Her hands moved down the front of her body, cupping her breasts and trailing down between her legs. "Maybe I should find that childe of mine.... see if he is any good at replacing you...."

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onthefence
2017-08-22 02:54 pm UTC (link)

Byron smirked at her comment. Neither of the moments in which his shirts became destroyed had any lips wrapped around him but that had not made them any less amusing. Sex would always be far pleasing to him when he could take over the hard shelled outside and internal struggles of the partner and have them release their beasts. Rough, hard and bloody could be very tempting moments for those souls trying so hard to grasp to strange ideals of humanity.

A sharp laugh, low and amused, escaped Byron's lips. "Oh I did," he quickly commented to fucking the Scot. "Though we might have been able to show him what two vampires going at it should really be." Byron winked at his childer. "You know, I rather enjoy watching your delicate skin split open under my tools."

His breathing slowed for a moment as her hand grazed him, his body reacting easily to her touch. Byron closed the space between them, his hand overtaking hers and pressing her fingers in-between her legs. "Oh, I have been trying to train him and he is getting there, I think having the family together would be more than pleasing." He whispered, leaning down until his lips lightly grazed hers.

"And I would not lie to you about missing your presence, love." He pressed his finger harder against hers, moving it slowly back and forth. "To know there is a cunning creature not locked up with useless emotions such as myself by my side and to play with the toys around us."

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lana_h
2017-08-22 09:57 pm UTC (link)

Lana grinned at hearing that Byron had fucked the Scot. Of course he had, should she have expected anything less? Good for him. Maybe she could have some fun here after all. The possibilities were endless. "He might not be able to handle the show that we could give him." She grinned at the thought of it.

His hands on hers now though, took her attention away from the Scot. Lana pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and grinned at the feel of their mixed fingers moving over her intimate parts. "Does it need to be trained more? What lessons should we start with?" The thought of taunting her little childe was more than amusing, and even more so with Byron by her side to fuck with him.

Her lips perked and face tilted slightly as Byron's came to graze hers in a small tease. "You had better not lie about it." She grinned, the mix of their fingers causing her to groan softly. "Where are these toys? And when can we start playing with them?" She questioned, sliding her hand beneath the fabric of her skirt, pulling his hand with hers. "How rough can we play with them? Can we make them cry?" She grinned and slid a finger inside of herself. "Can we make them scream?"

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onthefence
2017-08-22 10:44 pm UTC (link)

"He always needs to be trained. Such a youngling as he is. My favourite lesson is seeing his reactions when I speak of you. I recently told him of your visits since we started at the Cirque. It was great seeing him tear into our prey like he did with such a strong stir of emotion."

Most interactions with Byron ended up in some lustful act. He could not help his very nature reflected that of a succubus rather than what some vampires thought they should be like. Of course, his line had never had much use for those vampires other than getting them to end up in bed with them against their better judgement.

The honey pot beneath her skirt spoke to her readiness she always had for him. Back when she was human, just after his turn, he thought she would be nothing but a wilting flower in her scrape to be a maid. He had not been so blind as to not know where she came from when his house matron took her in on his behalf. Then to find her not long after a blossomed woman taking over a room in the brothel he patroned for behind the scenes, his attention caught enough to use her for her services as a way to make sure his brothel had a fine selection. Only to garner his true attention when she killed someone. His ice princess an image of what his own sires had looked for in him.

"Start whenever you like, this place abounds in toys. And as long as you don't kill them, or maim to the point of inability to work, the Ringmaster seems rather willing to let things go." His fangs scraped over her lips as he nipped her. His finger sliding into her, filling her space beside her own finger. His thumb continuing to tease her as he started to push deep inside her and then pull out. "It would be brilliant fun to get the whole of the Cirque on their backs screaming."

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lana_h
2017-08-23 01:27 am UTC (link)

She smiled at the thought of Felix tearing into victims in a surge of emotions and more than likely a rage. "Does he ravage them? Or leave them whole?" She grinned, wondering just how dangerous her little childe could be.

Her thoughts weren't able to linger too long, not with the time that had gone between her last seeing Byron before joining the cirque and now. She had been away from him too long to not give her full attention to the pleasure he was starting to give to her. It brought back memories of before her time as a vampire, of him in the brothel buried between her legs. The bruises he would leave... she moaned softly at the thought of it.

"No killing or maiming... limited fun then..." Lana smiled, heady with the feeling of his finger moving into her, assisting her own finger as she worked herself with him. "I'd love to see them all with their hair down, bare for the world and entangled in each other in one long ever lasting freak of an orgy." She smiled once more at the thought, licking her lips and taking away a small drop of her blood from where he had nicked her.

"Just imagine..." She breathed, moving her finger and his a little faster, her hips circling where his thumb pressed against her. "Imagine them all lost in a pool of desire. Tossing their inhibitions out the window. Not caring about if they were in a so called relationship or not and fucking who ever, whenever they wanted. Finally shedding that pesky fucking humanity and giving themselves over to their primal nature...." Another moan and her grip on his shoulder tightened as her finger picked up the pace once more.

"Screaming out in pleasure.... I want their orgasms..." She grinned, her own just around the corner. "Fuck... I want them all..." Her hips bucked against him as warmth ran through her cold body and seemed to pool where their fingers joined within her. Lana moaned out into the air before leaning forward and sinking her teeth into his arm, letting the blood flow into her mouth. Oh how she had missed him.

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onthefence
2017-08-23 01:55 am UTC (link)

"Oh, he is quite ravaging with his toys. It was delicious. I do enjoy hunting with him when he is all antsy like that." Like most anyone in Byron's vicinity, Felix knew to go to him when he wanted a little more than the boring housewives lusting in the dark after the carnie performers.

His hand moved with hers, increasing in pace as he felt the muscles starting to tighten with pleasure, yet creating more ability to slide through. Byron could watch her go in on herself with as much pleasure as she played with. Though it was more than sex that sated his own appetite. Sex was secondary to his bloodlust- and not the kind vampires felt as a survival instinct, but the kind he held in his heart since his cursed birth into the prestigious family.

A free hand at her hips, he continued hard hits of his hand to push his finger deep within her, before sliding in a second one to sandwich her own finger between them. To take her with his fingers with as much delicacy as he took anyone with any other part of him. Byron groaned with his own far slower to build pleasure as she bit into him and the muscles tightened around his fingers.

Sliding them out at her first orgasm, he licked over his digits. Grabbing her suddenly, he threw her back against a metal rack and then pushed her to her knees. His hands worked quickly to take some lacing from the shelf and twist it around her wrists to keep them in place behind her back. "I think we could get that to happen with some help of some of the more amusing demons."

On her knees before him, he took one of his knives out of a back pocket and stabbed it into her back dragging it up her flesh to split it open. Spreading her blood over her shirt, he ripped it off and tossed it aside. His pants tightened with lust, he freed his length.

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lana_h
2017-08-23 07:57 pm UTC (link)

Still riding the high from her orgasm, Lana grinned and laughed as Byron changed the scene. Throwing her against a rack and forcing her to her knees. "Oooh I like it when daddy gets mad." She grinned as she allowed him to tie her arms in place. "Are you going to punish me now?" Her eyes teased him as she licked the blood from her lips.

As the blade cut into her skin, Lana let out a loud moan and writhed in pleasure as he drew the blade up. "Fuck... I've missed you!" She cried out, her body clenching again in excitement. The thought of what more was to come only added fuel to the fire.

With him behind her, she couldn't see what he was doing, but she could imagine. There was subtle hints, the sound of his pants being loosened to pull himself out. She licked her lips at the image in her head. "Are you going to give me a treat then?" Lana smiled, turning her head slightly to catch a glimpse of all that was his glory.

"Is that for me?"

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onthefence
2017-08-24 01:56 am UTC (link)

Once free, he turned her around to face him by her hair. He knew he could be as rough as he wished with her and there would be no complaints. His line did not make wilting flowers. Even the fae Byron had fun with, while they liked it rough did not seem to enjoy the extent Byron preferred. Conor had felt he was abusive when he broke his arm. It was not like Fae did not heal.

Grabbing her chin, he pushed at the side of her jaw to open her mouth. "If you're really good, love, I'll give you a knife to play with." Dragging the flat of the bloodied blade across his tongue he licked off her blood from it with a soft groan of pleasure before twisting her hair further for control and getting it off her face as he pushed into her mouth.

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lana_h
2017-08-28 05:37 pm UTC (link)

Lana's eyes brightened at the thought of her own knife to play with and she grinned into Byron's touch. "Oh what fun..." Her eyes stayed on him, watching him lick her blood from the blade. Her own tongue darted out, licking her lips in desire and anticipation.

His fingers in her hair, pulling and twisting, brought a small moan from her throat as her eyes worked to stay on his. She could feel the tip of him pressing against her lips, Lana opened her mouth wide and took him in. With her eyes still upturned and looking to him, she began to work him carefully at first.

Lana ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, pulling him into her as far as he would go until the hairs on his skin tickled at her nose. Pulling her head back a little, Lana let her teeth graze along the skin of him, her lips turning into what small smile she could form with her mouth full. Teasing him, threatening more for a moment until her teeth sank down and bit into his hardness. Careful not to break the skin, but enough to let him know she would if he wanted.

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onthefence
2017-09-06 04:50 pm UTC (link)

The bite only brought a groan to his lips. So many human men were too weak to deal with the sensations such an act enticed. Byron's turning had opened up the world to him and gave him endless limitations to relish in the pain and pleasure. The world might have been a quieter place with him and his line in it- so many deaths brought by their hands with an incompassionate notion that everything was for their pleasure and their pleasure alone. But then moans of pleasure and screams of pain filled that empty space momentarily.

Lowering his strong jaw to look at her, he started to pump against her mouth. The sharp blade slid against her cheek, leaving a thin slice of split blood to run down her face. With Lana around, there was little doubt that the pair would negate their duties for their own fun- whether with each other, beside each other, or separately wreaking havoc.

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