Seduced by song (marcus) - Dima's Appartment

Marcus stares into Dima's eyes longingly, a note of fear coloring his green orbs. Finally, he sighs and nods, not looking away from Dima "My name...is not Marcus. It's the name that I took when I was embraced because of how profoundly my embrace changed me. Every clan has their weakness and strength. Mine make it impossible for me to have any semblance of a normal life. Everything I do is colored by that blood. Everything I feel, passionately in many cases, is weighted against the stigma that comes from simply being a member of my clan." He never loses eye contact the entire time he speaks, but there is a current of pain to his eyes that he makes no real effort to hide. "I'm..." he trails away, before taking a deep, unneeded breath "I'm nosferatu..." he whispers out at last, his body noticably trembling against Dima's rugged form

"Show me?" he asked his gaze never once leaving Marcus. This was important to him oddly enough. His hands gently grip Marcus's shoulders, supportivly as he waits. Holding what ever words he might have to say till he is allowed to really 'see' Marcus.

His eyes widen, fixed on Dima's dark eyes as though looking for some kind of joke to the request. His body never ceases it's trembling though, and he bites his lower lip for a long, long, long minute. He closes his eyes, take several deep breaths as though steeling himself for the inevitable revulsion. Finally, he seems to reach a decision and without reopening them, he allows his mask to drop

They remain squeezed shut while he speaks in hushed tones "My name is Rachel. I was a woman before the embrace. But afterwards....." he trails away, a fat drop of blood finding its way through the closed eyelids. "I should have told you before. I should have said something. But you were so beautiful, and soulful. I saw the way you touched your guitar, carressing it as though it were a lover. I'm the same way with my violin, and I just...I just couldn't tell you..."

"I know a thing or two about being judged with out being known." he said, "I am a Ravnos." he said by way of explanation. Hands moved over the flesh that was still cradled against him. "I am all to familiar with illusion... but this is just a physical form. I wasn't seduced by a face, but by your music. You sealed the deal when you recognized my music box." he laughed softly.


"Two things, first show me who you are.. or were before? Then, would you like to take a shower with me Rachel?" he asked his gaze taking in all of his lover, all of her.

Marcus begins crying in earnest, never having had a chance to since his embrace. But beneath the tears that splatter against Dima's chest leaving large red splotches against the perfect flesh, was a measure of peace that hadn't be present before now. He lets his head lower to Dima's neck, taking some time to collect himself "I wanted you more, if that was even possible, when I realized you were the maker of the music box that meant so much to me as a little one." Even without his mask, his voice has a rich quality that belies the twisted flesh.

At Dima's request though, Marcus nods some "I will show you who I was Dima. But who I am now is the man you hold in your arms. Rachel is a memory, distant and bitter sweet. Marcus is flesh and blood. I know who I would rather you love, if that's even ever a possibility. But you have to look away for me to work my magic..." For the first time in awhile, a playful lilt enters his voice.

He simply nod's his head once, kissing away one of Marcus's tears before nuzzling his head against the man's neck as he had earlier closing his eyes as requested and looking away. But his hands continued to stroke flesh playfully, and he smiled.

A second later, Marcus speaks in a decidedly feminine voice "Ok Dima. Feel free to look now" When he opens his eyes, Marcus looks dramatically different then he had before. Long flowing brunette hair, beauitful sky blue eyes, smooth complexion. The rest of the young woman, should he choose to look down is just as stunning with long silken legs, perky breasts mashed into Dima's rugged chest, and a slender waist. "This is who I was before I became Marcus. It's...difficult, walking the streets and seeing old friends who never knew me. Port Saint Lucie was my home before the embrace. I was a doctor at PSL General, and a concert violinist at the symphony hall." She offers a wistful smile, but seems well in control of her emotions now.

"I had to leave behind much as well when I was embraced," he replies, his hands still moving over Marcus's body with obvious appreciation for who she used to be, but no more so then when he held Marcus.

Dima sits up in the bed, gathering Marcus in his arms, and stands effortlessly and begins to carry him in to the bathroom off the master bedroom. One that had not been pointed out earlier on the tour. This seems to be completely redone, white tiles the blue ceiling continued with in. Opening the shower door to a steam shower big enough for two he placed Marcus down on a heated seat and turned on the shower head, that until now might have gone unnoticed.

Rachel leans her head against his chest as he carries her to the shower, one arm draped over his broad shoulders. She presses a small kiss to his neck, once more teasing a bit of fang beneath the flesh and chuckles softly "You realize, you might ruin me for all other men" she says playfully, crossing her legs as she is set onto the heated seat. She allows her eyes to rake over the muscular man, before reaching out to run his manicured fingernails down the small of his back.

She smiles beautifully up at him, leaning back against the cold wall with a grin.

Holding his hand out to test the temperature he smiled at Rachel, "Too hot for you?" he asked playfully. A wicked grin at his own questions possible double meaning. He bit his lip as her nails drag across his skin, his eyes flutter closed and a low moan rolls from his lips, the water from the shower began to wash away the blood from their earlier love making.

Rachel stand slowly, her blue eyes fixed on the man and closes the distance with Dima. "Not hot enough..." she says in a low, seductive voice as she reaches past him to grab the bar of soap. That water plasters her hair to her body, but she simply smile, working the bar into a thick lather before moving it around Dima's chest, her fingertails dragging lightly to get the stuck on flakes.

She lifts her head into the spray, letting the water cascade down the smooth curves of her body and steps closer, her breasts pressed up against his chest. Reaching up, Rachel hooks a hand around Dima's thick neck, pulling him down into a passionate embrace while one of her smooth legs lifts to wrap around his thigh.

That reply earned her a low seductive chuckle. His head bent to hers, his lips teased at hers, not the deep kisses they had shared earlier but scorching brief movements. Teeth nipped gently at her lower lip, as his massive hand caressed down her back around the curve of her ass giving it a rough squeeze. His hand then continued around to catch the hook of her leg just behind the knee to help hold her up. The other hand slowly caught her hip and he picked her up and began to walk her back so that she was pressed up against the shower wall, he slid that hand down her arm taking her hand and guiding it slick with soap to his member, where he wrapped her fingers around him. His intent was clear, he wanted her to slick his cock down with soap so that he could take her again. His eyes lower to her breasts watching as the water pooled and ran off of them, then he raised his gaze to hers once more expectantly.

Her hand glides slowly along the length of his turgid cock, getting it good and slick while she moans into his lips. Rachel's free hand continues roaming his body, as though for the first time in small, exploratory squeezes and caresses. Her thighs part a bit sending a clear message to the rugged man. "Claim me Dima..." she whispers in a low, sultry voice. Her hand guides him up to the edge of her folds, crystal blue orbs never leaving his beautiful eyes.

His hands at her hip and knee moved her, pushing her further up the wall so that he might find a good angle, his head dipped down to capture a nipple between his lips, his tongue washing over it sensually. She wished to be claimed, and so he did, he slid into her in one slick movement pinning her against the wall of the shower and his hard thrusting body. Gone were the earlier gentle movements, because in the back of his mind, he knew Marcus had already been warmed up for this. He spread her legs wider, and he nibbled along her collar bone, "May I share an illusion with you Rachel?" he asked her permission, dark eyes burning with lust and desire.

She draws in a sharp breath as his tongue explores her nipple and wraps her arms around his shoulders, nails biting into the perfect flesh sharply. As he glides inside her, Rachel cries out while her lips squeeze tightly against the thick length. She offers a sultry, pleasure induced moan, dragging deep grooves into her lovers back. "Yessss" she whispers hotly against his ear, leaning her forehead into the curve of his shoulders. She slowly begins moving her hips against his, changing the angle and depth of Dima's cock within her. At her question, she doesn't even hesitate before she nod, tongue darting out to toy with Dima's earlobe.

Then just as easily as breathing, actually Rachel was breathing again, and feeling, and tasting, and her heart beat soundly with in her chest. Dima's hot thick length was moving into and out of her, his throbbed with heat as well, as he breathed and groaned, she was moist her loins churned as they used to in the throws of passion, her thighs trembled with each touch. He made her feel human once more. From the way her nipples hardened as his warm moist tongue swept over them, to the way her breath caught in her throat as she felt something else he had done. Extra hands, caressing her holding her teasing her. One snaked between them caressing her clit touching where he entered her feeling them move against one another. As others moved over every inch of her warm flesh giving her goosebumps allowing for her to blush.

Dima smiled down at her as he thundered into and out of her taking her hard and fast, claiming her just like she asked him to.

Her head snaps up as the sudden flood of sensations fill her. Breathing, blinking, sweating...all actions that had ceased to matter to her since her embrace suddenly kicked in like she had never stopped. She looks at Dima with a sense of awe struck wonder, an expression that only fades as she is claimed by an unexpected wave of pleasure as he thrusts deeply between her tight lips, slick with her arousal. Her eyes close as she allows her head to rest back against the wall, hips gyrating with serpentine grace against his muscular thighs. "Oh my god" she gasps as Dima drives especially deep, a desire filled smile touching her lips.

As the pace increases, she reaches between then, feeling his large manhood pistoning ina nd our of her wet folds. "Dima...Oh please...don't stop..." she whisper deseperately, lifting her face and leaning in to kiss the giant man.

His member seemed to swell with in her almost filling her completely, not that he had been small before. Moving with expert practice he slides with in her, hitting the sensitive bit of flesh the illusive spot just inside that he was now grinding against. His hands move from her waist to her shoulders as he lifts her up even higher pulling her off of his member. His lips move against her flesh as he turned her around and bent her over the built in bench that just a little bit again he had sat her down on. Hands pressed against her ass cheeks spreading them wide as he once again entered her in one fierce thrust.

The sudden sensations of life, followed by the deep penetrating thrusts Dima gives her proves to be too much and with a high pitched cry, she cums, coating his cock with her slick essence. She shudders against body, letting her head fall to his neck and bite down sharply against his neck, as wave after wave of pure pleasure courses through her. She doesn't seem to be done though as Rachel continues moving against Dima's insistent thrusting. She whimpers a bit as he pulls her off, hand traveling down to wrap around his base, attempting to keep him inside of her. Once she realizes his intention though, she bends over gladly, one slender leg lifting to rest on bench.

As he reenters her again, Rachel reaches beneath her legs and runs her fingers lightly over his balls, massaging them as they slap against her skin rhythmically. She looks over her shoulder at Dima, flashing him a dazzling smile that does a remarkable job at silently relaying her emotions to the man, while another sultry moan rips from her throat.

He smiles down at her his eyes close as he precedes to fuck her, moving fast and hard against her back side. One hand on her hip to help steady himself, the other hand slides down and between her tender folds rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts. A low and claiming groan tears through him, he quickens his pace as he attempts to cause her to come once more. Fingers working furiously against her and he lifts her from where she is bent so that she is now on tip toes her back against his front as he takes her furiously from behind. His hand moves to her breast, his other still stroking her clit. His fangs descend to her shoulder where he delivers the kiss with out taking blood.

As Dima's teeth invoke the kiss within her svelte body, Rachel cries out as another sudden climax rips through her. For the second time, her juices coat his cock, helping it glide in and out of sopping cunt. She moans, leaning back and baring her neck fully to Dima, reaching back to push his mouth firmly against the shallow wound. It's easy to tell that it's not an attempt for him to taste her blood, but more a simple reflex action that has her begging for something sharper.

"oh my god" he gasps seconds away from his own orgasm. Hips grinding against hers with every thrust, his cock twitching madly deeply with in her. His hands now rooted to her hips, but he smiles, and thinks of a way to sharpen her pleasure even if it is only the illusion. His hand that had been stimulating her clit is nicely lubricated from her feminine juices snakes down the line of her ass, pressing her cheeks further apart he slowly inserts one, and then two fingers with in her anus, fingers moving in time with his trusting cock as he penetrated her in this moment in every way he could think how.

"Yessss" she hisses, voice deep and husky with her own recent release. She slams back against both his thick cock and fingers as they work up inside of her. She runs her fingers through her juices, bringing the hand up behind her offering it to Dima as he continues to fill her with his manhood. She moans again, breasts bouncing rapidly by the aggressive fucking, her eyes rolling back as another violent shudder passes through her. "Fill me with your seed. Claim me..." she moans out

Turning them abuptly he thrust into her a few more times slamming his cock deep with in her where he growled his lips falling away from her neck as he released himself deeply with in her once again. He took a step backwards and sat down with her still impaled by his flesh twitching and throbbing deeply with in her. His illusion was gone with his orgasm, they were back to being kindred once more, his dick however was still violently throbbing with pleasure his hand coated with blood as he held her closer.

His bloodied hand caressed her breast tweaking her nipple as he nibbled against her shoulder pushing her hair out of his way.

She shifts with the movement smoothly, crying out as he buries himself within her and starts emptying deeply within her slick passage. As he sits back she grunts some, gasping softly as she becomes accustomed to the new position. Her legs on either side of his thighs, she leans back against his muscular chest and lets her head fall to the side, reaching up to caresses his check and run her fingers through his hair. The sudden shift between illusion and reality doesn't seem to phase her and she lets out of a low, supremely satisfied chuckle. The vein on her neck pulses as her eyes drift shut.