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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
2008-07-06 10:15 pm UTC (link)

Lestat's back arched up off of the bed as the Slayer took him into her mouth, his head pushing back into the pillow. As the vampire lay back on the bed, amazed at the woman's ability to take him fully into her mouth, he flashed back to a time long ago when he was amazed at another with similar talents. Louis had never been with a man, no...he had been married to a woman and had a child before they had died and Lestat had gotten hold of him, but the dark-haired 'vampire with a soul' that Lestat so loved could suck a mean cock.

He ran his long pale fingers through her dark hair, enjoying her expert tongue-work. She reminded him of Jesse, her hair, her eyes, her stubborn streak. He caressed the lovely face before him, pumping his hips to meet the lips that were milking such pleasure from his manhood. He gave himself over to the rhythm of passion...he felt like he was floating as he thrust, thrust , thrust into the Slayer's talented mouth. With his powers, he could have held out all night, but where was the fun in that...and poor Faith would have gotten lockjaw...his inner self smiled. He allowed himself to let go and a volcanic climax built and exploded, releasing a torrent of hot seed from the end of his engorged member, "Jove's Balls!", he exclaimed, his back held in a suspended arch.

Falling back into the embrace of the sheets, it took Lestat but a moment, before he was in motion once again. "Enough foreplay, I think", he decided, rolling to his side and pulling Faith up to his lips to give her a deep passionate kiss. "Now I think I'd like to really get into the main event, If you don't mind". With his cock fully erect again, the vampire Lestat levitated above the Slayer and then, with his eyes aglow, slowly lowered himself...then he was upon her and entered her, full and to the hilt. He kissed her passionately, bruising her lips with his enthusiasm, as he thrust himself into her repeatedly like a demon possessed.

As he was savagely pounding away at her, his back arched away from her and he opened his mouth showing a full set of very sharp, very fearsome fangs...and he emitted a terrifying feral growl. Looking down at her with glowing amber eyes and elongated fangs, he soothed, "Fear not, mon chere, the beast just shares my joy".

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dark_slayer
2008-07-07 12:44 am UTC (link)

It was a lot, and she actually had trouble, for once. Of course, she didn't allow herself not to succeed, and didn't release him from between her lips until she had swallowed every last drop of his fluids, and even milked his still-hardened member for more. Most women seemed to see fellatio as a chore, but she always loved it. She always felt like it was the ultimate way to have power over your partner, even though most men thought they were in control. Who could tell, really, who was truly in control? But she liked the illusion.

He recovered quickly, which was a damn good thing, in her opinion. She was still revved up and ready to go, and a lot of guys needed time to recover. In fact, she'd never been with a guy who didn't need that time, so she would admit to being impressed by his stamina. She laughed softly, almost evilly, as the gorgeous vampire floated above her. She could taste herself on her lips as he kissed her, and knew he could taste himself.

"Yeah, do it already. Jesus Christ, I need you to fuck me, like, now."

She eagerly spread her legs for him, and then wrapped them around him as he lay on top of her. Her hips arched up off the bed to encourage full penetration, and her kiss was just as rough, though her lips were being bruised almost to the point of bleeding. She didn't care, not in the slightest.

"Oh, fuck, Lestat.... so fucking good..."

His display only had her laughing in delight, her own eyes alight with an almost unholy pleasure. Faith, while fully aroused, was definately a bit intimidating to your average person. She had her own beast inside her, and when she was like this, she looked a lot like a sex-crazed demon, some sort of succubus.

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