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The pheonix
Trevor moved cautiously through the crowded marketplace, his hand never straying far from his dagger, eyes darting about warily. The masses around him were ragged and pathetic for the most part, frightened and beaten creatures scraping out a living. When the Templars came they said they were here to make peoples’ lives better, they lied.
Now Trevor made his living as a member of the Brotherhood, a band of assassins fighting for the people. Countless Templars and their lackeys had died by his hand, and today he had a new target. The Knight-Marshal of the Templars was a mysterious man known only as The Phoenix. He is said to have never spoken in anyone’s presence and on the battlefield he is untouchable, with a swift blade and nearly impenetrable armor. But he surely didn’t sleep in that armor.
Living up to his nickname, The White Wolf, Trevor prowled through the busy avenues, never letting The Phoenix stray from his sight, never being seen by him. As they approached the estate The Phoenix called home Trevor broke off to find a point of entry. Near the rear corner one of the sentries seemed to be suffering from a hangover, his attention wavered for a moment, and that moment was all that was needed. With a silvery flash the Wolf’s blade sank into the guard’s throat and he was up and over the wall.
From the concealment of a bush Trevor surveyed the compound, mentally marking the patrol routes of guards and the coming and goings of the servants. He shut his eyes and recalled the blueprints he had…persuaded…the architect to turn over to him, and slowly began creeping through the foliage until he was in line with The Phoenix’s living quarters before settling in for night fall.
As darkness stole over the compound the White Wolf made his move, dashing quickly from the bushes to the wall of the building and rapidly finding handholds to hoist himself to the second floor window that lead into The Phoenix’s room. It had a wide and shadowy ledge and so he perched upon it, unseen, waiting for The Phoenix to enter.
Nearly half an hour had passed before Trevor’s patience was rewarded. The Phoenix and an attendant entered the room. The attendant moved to help remove The Phoenix’s armor but was waved away and shooed out of the door impatiently and slamming it shut behind him. A deep but oddly melodic sigh issued forth from the full face helm as metal sheathed hands reached up to remove it. Trevor slowly slid his curved blade from it’s sheath, poised to strike at exposed flesh as soon as he could, firm muscles tensing for the lunge. But before he could make his strike he let out a gasp of surprise and nearly dropped his dagger.
As The Phoenix’s helm came away a torrent of blood red hair spilled down, caressing a shapely neck. The Phoenix was a woman! She shook her head tossing the hair around and dropped her head back, eyes closed, issuing another stress relieving sigh. With practiced hands she began stripping off her armor and carefully laying it aside. Her breasts were bound to further the illusion of masculinity and when the wrapping was removed she was shown to be quite well endowed.
Her body was amazing, toned and firm from combat, with large breasts and a nice rounded ass. Her body rippled and undulated tantalizingly as she stretched the soreness from her muscles. Trevor was hypnotized by her luscious curves and her sweet looking full lips, for several moments he forgot to breath, let alone that he was supposed to be killing this woman. With confident strides The Phoenix left he main bedroom for her private bathroom and the sound of water being poured into a tub brought Trevor back to his senses. Carefully he eased open the window and slipped into the room.
He crept across the floor and peered around the door frame into the bathroom. The Phoenix was crouched down, lighting the fire beneath the tub to heat the water, the sight of her fine round ass pointing in his direction made Trevor grow hard and his breathing catch slightly. He bit his lip and steeled himself for the kill though. With slow deliberate motions he began stealthily moving towards her.
There was a sudden clanging as The Phoenix’s unnoticed bastard sword slid from where it was propped against the tub’s rim and as she turned to retrieve it she caught Trevor out of the corner of her eye. With a swift motion her left hand closed around the pommel and she sent the blade in a backhanded arc for his face.
Trevor turned his head to the side but still took a gash along his cheekbone, a trickle of blood issuing forth. He came back around to see her following up the slash with a punch from her right. Unused to fighting someone left handed he sidestepped in the wrong direction and took the powerful blow on his right shoulder, the force nearly spinning him around. With a quick step forward he closed the gap between them and thrust his dagger towards her stomach, but her blade came down unnaturally quick to lock against his.
Their blades were intertwined and their bodies pressed close together. He could smell her sweat, the pheromones piercing into his brain like an intoxicating drug. Her eyes bored into his, flaming with passion. Before he could stop himself Trevor’s face darted forward, his lips locking onto hers, tasting her. The Phoenix’s eyes went wide and she pulled back, tripping over the rim of the tub and falling into the lukewarm water. She emerged quickly, her hair hanging damply about her shoulders.
“Are you here to kill me or make love to me, fool?” She asked, a slight Romanian accent setting Trevor aback once again.
“A woman, and with gypsy blood? Seems all I need to do to kill you is get the attention of your attendant. But…” Trevor responded with a lightly sinister laugh.
“But what?” The Phoenix’s voice was hesitant, her eyes flickering across Trevor’s firmly muscled arms and fine angular face, betraying her interest.
Trevor dropped his dagger to the floor and swaggered over to the tub, leaning down to bring his face in line with hers, a smile on his lips as he pressed them into Phoenix’s, lightly at first, then hungrily as she returned the kiss, their lips consuming each other. With a low feral growl Phoenix wrapped her arm’s around Trevor’s neck and pulled him into the tub on top of her. Her nails clawed at his back as he frantically tore off his wet shirt, slipping out of it and tossing it aside.
Phoenix pulled her face back from his and her eyes danced over his exposed chest and she sucked hungrily on her lower lip. Trevor could see the desire in her gaze and he grinned wolfishly as his face shot forward again, teeth tearing into her shoulder, ripping the skin slightly, her sweet blood pouring onto his tongue, his own blood dripping down his chin and mingling with hers.
Phoenix let out a moan of pleasure and reached down, undoing Trevor’s pants and sliding them down, her finger tips brushing his firm ass lightly, making his body ripple lightly with a suppressed tickle. Teeth and lips still working ravenously at her neck Trevor used his feet to slide his boots off and kicked his pants the rest of the way off, his athletically built body now fully exposed.
Trevor’s lips came back to Phoenix’s, flecks of her blood still coating them as he kissed her hungrily, hands reaching down to grab her fine ass. With a flex of bulging muscles he lifted her body and shifted himself into a better position, the head of his 6.5in shaft pressed lightly into the lips of her hungry cunt. Their eyes met again and he could see the pleading desire, the burning need in Phoenix’s gaze. With a powerful thrust he buried his cock all the way inside her, her pussy was so tight he could feel it sliding against all her walls. She threw her head back with an ear shattering moan of pleasure and with a feral growl brought her mouth to Trevor’s neck, sinking her teeth in and tearing at the skin as her nails dug into his lower back.
Hip’s swiveling in tight circles Trevor pounded her hard, his right hand coming around to the front to stroke her clit, fingers pressed firmly against it as it throbbed in arousal. With each powerful thrust Phoenix’s moans grew louder and in a matter of moments an orgasm ripped through her body, making her spasm and tighten around his cock as she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Trevor reached back around grabbing a firm hold of her ass with both hands, and with a grunt lifted her up, standing despite the precarious footing and carried her back into the bedroom, tossing her on the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees in front of her and spread her legs wide, teeth gnashing at her inner thighs, drawing faint traces of blood that he lapped at with the hunger of a vampire. Slowly he worked his way closer and closer to her cunt; teeth, tongue and lips all embracing her skin; Phoenix’s breathing growing more rapid as she tensed in anticipation. As he reached her wet cunt he suddenly stopped, his lips just barely brushing hers, warm breath roiling across her flesh. Phoenix began whimpering lightly at the delay, and Trevor chuckled darkly, then just as suddenly his tongue flashed out, striking against her clit and licking in circles on top of it.
A load surprised moan burst from Phoenix’s lips and she grabbed the back of his head, pulling him in tighter against her. His lips locked down around her clit, sucking gently as his tongue continued to flick back and forth across it. Phoenix’s hips swiveled as she felt the electric pleasure building inside of her again, her moans growing louder and louder. Her eyes rolled back into her head as another shattering orgasm exploded through her brain, her yells of pleasure echoing off the walls.
With the speed of a predator Trevor was back on top of her, quickly thrusting his throbbing hard cock back into her, sending after-shocks of orgasms rippling through her as his massive cock tore her wide. Phoenix’s hands gripped tightly on his biceps and her eyes went wide with pleasure at the feel of his bulging muscles, his masculine physique already bringing her back to the brink of orgasm.
Trevor’s face dropped to her wonderful tits and his teeth scrapped the flesh before moving to suck her nipples. As his lips tugged at her nipples Phoenix couldn’t hold back any more and the biggest orgasm yet blasted through her body, her cunt convulsing even tighter around Trevor’s cock, her juices coating both their legs. With an equally loud moan of pleasure Trevor too orgasmed, spraying a load of hot cum deep into Phoenix. Her orgasm intensified as she felt his seed coating her walls, her breath growing ragged from the exultant moans.
With a sigh of contentment Trevor collapsed onto the bed and Phoenix rolled over on top of him, closing her eyes and laying her head on his heaving chest. As he wrapped his arms around her firm but delicate body his eyes drifted to the dagger still laying on the bathroom floor. Could he? -
A tentative Tale
Chapter 1: Shakespearian era, Globe theatre 1613
“For never was a story of more woe
than this of juliet and her romeo”
A roar of stomping and cheers echoed through-out the theatre. i sat in the back of the galleries watching the actors bow and smile at there performance. a old looking man entered the stage “here thy words, on this late marrow i hold a Feast for thou who attendend this stage and thou may feast upon the tender flesh of pig and thou shalt drink to thys heart consent” As the man finished his speach the room echoed with his name “Shakespear, shakespear, shakespear” the crowd began to dispurse heading towards the fire as the sound of music filled the air and shuffling of feet as men feasted on there newly cooked meals the smell of pork and perfume filled my nose. my stumouch began to squeeze begging for food. Shakespear walked up to me and a circle of men ” welcome young gentlem’n to thy newest home, did thy show intice thy eyes and ears?” he questioned, smiling I responded “ahhh masterfull bard of avon thou show sent thy mind to thy stars” i gently kissed his hand Bard of Avon smiled “fullest thanks to thou now sire, feast upon thy pork over yonder enjoy thy night lit by the britest stars in the sky.” a mysterious yet beautiful woman approached “oh masterfull Bard of Avon may thy alloweth this man free for my own words?” shakespear smiled walking away she looked towards me “ahhh young balthasar is it?” i silently nodded confused she took my hand “follow i and thy shall be allowed to fufill all thy’s wishes upon me” i smiled “Doth alloweth me to?” she took me into the changing room hidden behind the clothes was a small bed she pushed me back sitting on my desk. “ah the heart of young….wert thou not able to see? thou shall now die” she leaned down on me with unbelievable streanth biting into my neck, my screams were drowned out by the music and festival outside. Darkness to my eyes as my heart stopped.
Darkness still blocked my vision but i could feel my fingers twitching slowly i lifted my eyelids letting the light flood in immediatly shutting in pain. i could still hear the party from outside and slowly rose a new hunger deep inside my body a banished primal side of me a new hate a new thirst to spill blood i stood slowly slipping to the entrance of the theatre silently locking the doors looking into the crowd the whores trying to seduce men, men stumbling from the liqour in there blood i looked down at my hands feeling pain as my nails were soon replaced with sharp claws walking up to the nearest man i slashed down his back feeling the rush as liqoid fire hit my hand the crimson heat causing all my senses to tingle. a young woman screamed followed by complete chaos the actors who could slipped out the hidden exit along with Shakespear himself. those who were left to attempt to defend thereselves dropped there blades running for the doors relizing they were locked they turned in fear. i let the rage take over murdering every pile of flesh in the rooms smiling turning to my last victum i pulled her close draining her with my new found teeth. letting her body hit the floor i smiled at the chaos “thou wert tasty.” i turned to a lit torch on the ground walking up to the top floor setting off the cannon used for sea battle reinactments tossing the flame onto the curtains i opened the door watching the theatre burn to the ground i walked to the graveyard breaking the door into the family cript finding a empy stone coffin i closed the door letting eternal sleep Take my mind.
Chapter 2. 1941
I opened the coffin for the first time in 800 years the smell of dust and mildew welcomed me to my new life pressing through the doors i found the nearest human draining him for his memories “hmmm…the language has changed since i have slept…apparently the style has aswell….” i replaced my clothes with his and taking his wallet i immediantly signed up for the American army hoping to quench my blood thirst in war after a short trip to america i was placed on the USS California for a few months waiting for bloodshed feeding off the locals when possible.
a few soldiers were sitting around a table listening to the radio a loud crash happend and soon a ripple on the ship “the..fuck” asked First private John Static exited the speakers soon a voice entered “we are un…..ck i re…att…exit yo….defend your men…Japs…invading” static broke up the message yet we heard it clear when a missle pierced our ship exploding, shrapnel went around stabbing fellow soldiers a plumb of fire shot down the hallway i could hear the screams of fellow sailors First Private john lay on the ground the right side of his body torched he looked at me “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!” i listened wanting to tear apart the japs every corner i took led to new men dieing and in pain. another torpedo hit the shell blasting me into a walli lay low as another fireball ripled over my head causing burns on my back i stood smilling “the smell of blood is overwelming…” i reached the top of the ship seeing the fire and bodys in the water “its time lay low till i get on land and can heal these wounds”. a gateway opened up infront of me a trenchcoated man stepped infront of me “hello Balthasar…its been a long time to see you” confused i asked “who are you?” He smiled silently ” i am a savior of the future, time to end your life before you destroy many others!” he pulled out a Luger i smiled “idiot a bullet won’t kill me” my nails shapened yet again ready to spill his blood. “Balthasar these arent bullets they are made of a poision that will destroy the vampire bloodcells in your body killing you” he stated, i lunged towards him, he pulled the trigger i felt the bullet pennetrate my head i fell backwards feeling the water hit my skin i gasped for air and praying for the pain to stop my body quit and i fell silent.
i awoke a month later.
Chapter 3.
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Ugh
ugh…im sick…fml..
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Should i continue this story?
The subtle tapping of my feet hitting the shingles was nothing in the silence of the night, i jumped from rooftop to rooftop. I could see the lights of this town slowly fading the people blowing out there candles the monks returning to there monastery. It was curfew and everyone was supposed to be inside…even me, but something came up i recieved the letter this morning someone…something has been killing the young woman in this town and they left it up to me to find and destroy whatever it is. Taking a moment to rest on the edge of a rooftop i looked down, the street was empty except for a single patroll looking for anyone outside during curfew, “Glad i chose the rooftops He would make my job much harder” silently i walked to the edge of the roof sliding down easily. “Now the note said the killer likes to take his prey to the woods…” Leaving the town I could smell the monster before My eyes could focus on it. The Stench was enough to cause a man to pass out, it burnt my nose and teared up my eyes, But it led me towards the killer.
In the light of the moon i noticed the creature his skin was Decomposing on his body still, What was left of his teath were a dark yellow or black, the Creatures nails were rotting away aswell, yet it possesed the streanth to hold up his victum in horror i watched it rip into a beautiful woman killing her instantly. slowly he began to devour her flesh..i couldnt watch it anymore i had to interfere. Reaching into my cloak I unseathed my dagger. Running full speed towards the creature aiming for the neck i missed, its reaction was quick and painfull i felt its nails tear into my back. Ignoring the pain I returned the favor removing its hand effortlessly. Although being deceased it showed emotions deep in its eyes i could see a mixture of pain and fear. Lunching forward I felt the connection, its head hit the ground before his body slumped motionless. “Damn, I do not get payed enough for this job” I mentioned spitting on the corpse “Thats for the wound…damn the death of the woman is gonna take chunk out of my pay.” Turning to leave a voice echoed from the woods…seductive and mysterius I couldnt turn it down. “You killed my minion..that wasnt a very nice move was it? Great, now I need to make another…then again…” Stepping out of the forrest I saw a beautiful woman her red eyes piercing my soul, She wore tight clothes with a black cloak her hair was black aswell. “Zombies..there not intellegent enough to survive long…plus the stench…makes ME want to puke….hmmm…you look like a Tasty…and usefull man…” she smiled slyly. “come here boy”. “No.” I responded but my legs moved themselves towards her I couldnt look away from her eyes. “Good…your also obediant” Still smiling she touched my face leaning into my body “Now, be a good boy and dont scream!” Her Fangs pierced my neck and only a subtle ‘Yelp’ left my mouth, the Pain was unbearable, Before darkness took my sight completely she dropped me, Twitching and gasping for air feeling the blood draining from not only my neck but also the wound on my back. “wha…what did you do to me” Between gasps I asked. She smiled “tomarrow..meet me at the inn in the town..”. Darkness settled in and sleep took over my body.
The rays of the sun touched my skin and I slowly awoke. “what happend..what did she do to me” I questioned myself hoping for answers, Before I could say more my gums began to bleed a pain took over my mouth to the point were it caused me to shake. “whats happening” I screamed seeing two of my teeth fall out I reached up easily slicing my thumb with the new replacements. ‘tomarrow..meet me at the inn in town..’ echoed in my head again and again, rising to my feet I followed the trail with new energies relizing all my wounds were healed.
I saw her in the back of the inn, a corner shrouded by the shadows. “ahhhh..you came my pet” she smiled “My name is Cami and you are now my obediant slave whatever I want done..you do.. I say kill..you kill..get the picture” My only responce was a slight nod. “hmmm you seem like a cute boy.. Black hair with a hint of red..and those eyes…britest blue i will ever see…I bet the hunger has set in but before you eat you must prove to be a loyal pet…come there is a woman you may drain..she owes me a debt”
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There you happy?
Ok, so i got this thing set up i think…i honestly dont know how or what the hell i did so…yah? nothing to really talk about is there besides the fact i am extremely bored..
