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Faith Lehane (dark_slayer) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-06-20 08:31:00

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arrival, complete, day 4, faith lehane, lestat de lioncourt

Who: Faith and Lestat
What: The arrival of Faith Lehane to Mirage
Where: Halfway between the stables and the mountains nearby.
When: Day 4, just after dusk
Rating: Oh, damn it. NC-17, let's just change it to that and leave it there.
Status: Complete

Darkness was falling on the deceptively quiet town of Sunnydale, but the brunette had no intention of slowing down anytime soon. She was here to teach her fellow Slayer, Buffy, an important lesson about what it really was to be what essentially was a professional killer. In Faith's opinion, if you were going to have a job like that? You needed a definate sense of humor, and the blonde was very much lacking that particular trait, at times. It really was time for Buffy to 'find the fun'.

Faith had been delighted when the pretty Slayer had accepted her challenge. They always did things Buffy's way, which while it worked, was boring as hell. It was time for them to do things Faith's way, the fun way. And, as could have been predicted, it was quite the day. She was growing to like her fellow Slayer much more than she would have thought possible. She was growing less uptight by the minute, and it was wonderful to see.

The first real test of this was when Faith broke into a weapons shop and started taking their stock. After all, it was nearing dark, and all sorts of things come out to play in the night in Sunnydale. They needed to be armed. The fact that it was fun to break into the store was completely extra, although a nice little perk. Buffy, surprisingly, went along with it, and soon both girls were armed to the teeth.

Then, it was back to the streets. Faith was looking for trouble, there could be no doubt about that. Of course, that was sort of her natural state, so it wasn't really unusual. Hell, trouble was going to find her, anyways! She might as well beat it to the punch. They wandered for a long time, Faith leading, Buffy slightly behind her. A nearly-dark ally ahead beckoned, and the brunette laughed and turned down it.

"There's gotta be something down here!"

A flash of movement, and someone lunging towards her, had her raise her stake high. She didn't have time to see much, and was quickly lost in the red waves of her battle lust. As Buffy screamed at her to stop, Faith didn't even think twice. Her arm descended, and the wooden stake plunged right into the heart of her opponant. He fell against the nearby dumpster, looking at her in the fading light of the day. The last rays of sunshine touched his face.

She only had a moment in which to think, and her mind was whirling. Two facts stood out in her mind. One, was that it was much too early for vampires to be out and about. The second, of course, was that the person she had stabbed stubbornly showed no signs of turning into a puff of dust. He wasn't a....

Before her over-excited mind could finish that thought, as she was still staring blankly at the corpse, everything changed. Suddenly, right under her feet, a strange black hole literally opened up beneath her feet. Even in her shocked state, she could appreciate the humor in that. How many times had people wished for just that to happen? Then, right before the horrified eyes of her fellow Slayer, she was sucked in.

A brief moment in which she felt like she had been turned inside out, and then the whole process reversed, and then she fell to the ground from about ten feet in the air. Her enhanced reflexes kicked in, and she landed on her feet. Her hand still clutched the stake, which was covered in blood. Vampires didn't bleed, not when you stabbed them like that. They turned to dust.

She shook her head, knowing that she couldn't deal with this right now. Something had happened, something much more important to her immediately than the fact that she was, now, officially, a murderer. There was literally blood on her hands. But, more importantly than that, her senses were telling her that someone was nearby, someone she should be cautious of. So, she waited. Whoever it was, they would have to reveal themselves sooner or later. And Faith, well, she suddenly had some aggression to take out. If the person wanted to fight, she was ready. Sure, she was slightly in shock, but she wouldn't let that get in the way. Dark, slightly crazed eyes scanned the place, noticing buildings nearby, and not so far off, there were some low, rolling mountains.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are..."

She was now, in more ways than one, truly the Slayer.

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lestat_00
2008-07-03 11:05 pm UTC (link)

"Do I need you to invite me in?", Lestat repeated with a snicker and a shake of his head, "Well, It's always nice to be invited...", he began, as he stepped through the doorway, "...but not a necessity, mon chere".

The vampire's eyes were easy to read as he stared longingly at Faith; stepping forward, he removed his shirt, revealing a torso that looked like it belonged on Michaelangelo's David...firm, muscular and made of white marble...then he kicked off his boots, strangely, not missing a step...this brought him face to face with the lovely slayer, "Your scent is driving me mad", he growled in a whisper, grabbing her by the shoulders. He backed her up, the few feet between them and the bed, and pushed her down onto the soft mattress. "You won't be needing these", he purred, grasping her pants at the waist and forcibly jerking them down and off her legs, taking her panties along with them.

He stood above her, boldly admiring her naked body, "Mmmmm, that warm, wet font of womanhood that we men come from and spend our lives begging to get back into", he lightly teased.

Smoothly dropping to his knees, the vampire Lestat, ran his hands from Faith's ankles to her knees, easing her legs apart...gently, he kissed and nibbled his way along her inner thighs...his large hands cupped the woman's firm buttocks and slid her forward, exposing her most intimate of areas to his adoration.

A variety of sensations were provided to the vampire's object of desire...his moist, soft lips...his firm, skillful tongue...and the rough feel of his somewhat stubbled jaw against her sensitive inner thighs. Lestat smiled up at her and gently spread her labia... "You are truely beautiful, Faith", he purred before placing a soft kiss upon her clitoris.

Lestat made love to her...he nibbled, kissed, sucked and licked every part of the woman's vulva. "Mmmmmmmm", he moaned as his stiff tongue firmly traced circles around the clitoris he so softly kissed but moments ago. Yes...he loved women...he increased the speed and presure on her swollen clit and then inserted his long middle finger into her vagina; his free hand snaked up Faith's body and his fingers pulled and twisted her erect, sensitive nipples. Lestat had varied his sensual attentions to this point, but now he centered his attention only on her sensitive clit...his tongue pushed, twirled, flicked, pressed and nipped.

He was wholly and totally absorbed...mind, body and soul...just on the edge of becoming feral, as he pleasured this incredible female he'd just met, and things were just getting started; the beast inside of him stirred.

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dark_slayer
2008-07-03 11:44 pm UTC (link)

So, she'd been right. She wasn't really surprised. Vampires in her world had needed to be invited in, of course, but then, this wasn't her world, and this vampire was so far above any of the vampires that she had fought and slain, that it wasn't even truly a comparison. When he stepped into her room, he just proved that one more time.

She had no problem figuring out what he wanted, and it brought a smile to her face. It was the same thing she wanted, of course. As he slid off his shirt, her eyes moved over his smooth, muscled chest. He was gorgeous. Her hands rested on the cold flesh, and strangely, this coldness did not repell her as she might have thought. Instead, it sent a delicious sort of chill down her spine.

"Well, that's a first. Never heard it called that before."

She backed up as he directed, going willingly, though she knew he could probably make her if he wanted to, even if she fought. But she didn't want to fight. Her body was on fire with desire, and she wasn't particularly used to controlling her desires. She rested on her eblows when she was pushed to tbe bed and looked at him expectantly, raising her hips to allow him to remove her clothes.

Perfectly comfortable with her nakedness, the Slayer lounged as he knelt down between her spread legs. She made a noise of pure lust as his lips made contact with her, and her legs wrapped around his shoulders, holding him against her. She was fairly certain she'd never, ever had someone pay her the amount and quality of attention he was doing, and though it felt strange, she definately wasn't complaining. Everything about the experience felt incredible. She loved roughness in sex, and this vampire was an exquisite combination of roughness and gentleness that had her going insane.

She was already building towards a release when he made contact with her most intimate of areas, but once his tongue pressed directly against her clitoris, and his attention never wavered from that spot, it wasn't long at all before she was trembling and moaning, and even screaming, at the end, as her release tore through her body. Never shy about expressing anything, and her pleasure was no different.

"Holy Fucking Hell...." She looked up at him, large brown eyes dark with desire. However, her lust had not been slaked by one simple orgasm. It would take much more than that to satisfy her. She told him so in her mind, knowing he would read it there.

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