Dance by Twilight Chronicle - Short Stories
Selene’s Captivity || Selene x Luka
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Selene awoke, groggy as she came to. Clearly there was some form of drug in the air, or somehow was being administered. She was redressed in the sultry slavery garb that Tiberius had obviously chosen for her, and she was shackled by her wrists and ankles. In her mouth, keeping her lips parted, was the a gag, keeping her from being able to bite or speak.
The Lady Giovanni looked around. She wasn’t in a cage persay, but her chains were attached to one of the two walls that were to be her home while she was here. She was laying on a variety of pillows, big and small, plush and flat. Above her on the wall and spotted throughout the vastness beyond her sight were flickering candles to provide light.
She sat up and looked around to try and gage her surroundings better. The ceilings were incredibly high and there was a dampness to the air. Water dripping from somewhere far off echoed back to her keen ears. She was definitely underground, but where exactly was a mystery. Her and her entourage had been ambushed before reaching Budapest and she wasn’t sure if her journey had been secretive, but clearly Tiberius had a hand in capturing her.
Footsteps drew her back into the moment at hand. With the echo though it was nearly impossible to tell which direction they were coming from until a young man came into her view. Her gaze narrowed. He wasn’t kindred, but she could sense a tie to Vitae in trace amounts in his veins. A ghoul with a frail frame, a modern emo hairstyle and a matching wardrobe. He carried an old fashioned lantern, one that made Selene somewhat homesick for her first home in Italy.
He came closer until he was upon her location, a peculiar smile on his face. He set the lantern down on a crude wooden bench that Selene had yet to notice. It was probably where Tiberius had his way with her one her first night in captivity. In fact there was a table and somewhat ornately carved chair with red cushions on the back and seat.
“I mean, wow!” The ghoul spoke in Russian, eyeing Selene from her sitting position as her feet pressed her into the corner, “He told me you were something else, but it’s not even close. You’re beautiful.”
He leaned in toward her with an expression Selene could only see as admiration, which felt alien to her in this situation and from a complete stranger. She pressed herself tighter into the corner and tried to hunch her form, but he held his smile and grabbed the slackened chains, hooking them to an overhead pulley before removing the shackles from the wall.
“I bet you’re a little hungry.” The ghoul continued with a friendly, calm demeanor.
He reached for Selene, which she stayed still for, not sure what he was getting at. He ran his fingers gently through her long dark hair until he reached the buckle of her gag and pulled it. He moved in more until he was completely leaning above her and freed the mouth restraint.
“Now come on, I’ve got plenty for you.” He whispered almost sensually as his fingers pressed her head so her lips would meet his skin.
“What are you doing?!” Selene yelped, angling her head to look directly upwards.
“I told Tiberius that maybe you would be hungry and that’s why you were out for so long.” The ghoul replied with his cool nature intact, “Just don’t drain me dry.”
“You belong to Tiberius?! Let me go!” Selene squirmed.
She had to be somewhat gentle because this was obviously some blood doll that Tiberius had dominated, but if anything happened to him, she would be the one to bare the Ancient’s wrath.
“Come on, don’t think about it.” He whispered against her ear and inhaled her scent, “Can’t you feel my blood pumping? Don’t you want to share my life?”
Selene hesitated. The only blood doll she really knew in any capacity was Velvet and Velvet was a rare bred of.. well everything.
“Go on.. Trust me, it won’t hurt. I want this.” The ghoul smoothly goaded her and Selene couldn’t deny her hunger; she also had no idea how often she’d get a chance to feed.
She slowly lowered her lips to brush his skin, his grip on her tightening in anticipation. Selene closed her eyes and less than a second after her fangs descended, she pierced his skin and slowly drank. The ghoul held her tightly, his grip bringing her completely against him. She didn’t take much from him because was uncertain of when anyone else had fed off of him or if Tiberius was going to be keeping tabs on his precious blood doll. After a few moments she withdrew with a sigh and quickly licked the small puncture wounds shut. But the ghoul didn’t relinquish his hold.
“You’re so soft..” he murmured as he was obviously dazed from the sensation of the Kiss, “I.. Would it be alright if I held you a bit longer?”
Selene was confused yet again, “You.. I’m Tiberius’ prisoner. I don’t see how could I can have influence on what happens.”
The ghoul held her in his embrace as he came to his full senses again, “Maybe, but sometimes consent is nice. And he said that you were of his blood so you need to be treated with some decency. I wouldn’t hurt you anyway. But he also said I could have some fun with you...”
Selene blushed and tried to move from his grip, but with her wrists restrained from above, it was impossible, “Maybe you should go rest.. you know, after being fed on..”
“Oh no, I don’t really get tired after it.” He breathed against her neck as his hands began to roam over her form, “And actually, I’ve never had anyone as beautiful as you before, so I don’t plan on wasting it.”
“I mean! Tiberius might not be happy with such an arrangement!” Selene squeaked in argument.
“Quite the contrary. He told me to enjoy myself because I’ve been working so hard.” The ghoul’s hands found their way beneath the meager cloth that was draped over her backside and he squeezed her soft skin, causing her to gasp, so he did it again.
“Feel free to enjoy yourself...” he whispered softly in her ear, “You may as well since you’re stuck here anyway... Also my name is Luka, in case you want to use it as friendly encouragement.”
He pressed his lips to her neck as his hands began to squeeze and massage her backside. With their bodies pressed tightly together, Selene could feel Luka’s excitement through his jeans and the scrap of cloth that fell from her waist to cover her front.
“Pl-please! Please stop!” Selene gasped as she squirmed.
“I’m sorry.. Am I hurting you?” Luka asked as he leaned back to look at her, his hands loosening their hold, “Are you okay?”
“No.. you’re not hurting me, I just.. I’m married and this is just.. Please, if you let me go, I’ll can make it appear as though I broke free and tricked you.” Selene pleaded.
“Don’t be nervous.. And he warned me that you had a husband, but because you’re his by blood too, you also belong to Tiberius. Just think of this as something you’ll get to enjoy with him someday.” Luka smiled and kissed her lips softly before resuming his romantic seduction.
Luka slowly worked his hands closer to his goal, kissing along her neck and shoulder, ignoring her breathy pleas to stop. He took her squirming and the occasional moan to keep at his work until one of his fingers found her entrance. She squeaked, her back arcing as he found the spot, and he leaned his head back to watch her face as he pressed a second finger to the sensitive spot and rubbed.
“Ooh, what a face..” Luka mused with a smile as he watched her eyes roll to the back of her head, “Either you’re completely new to this, or you must really love it... right... here.”
As his fingers prodded at her backside, her knees went weak. She fought against the chains, but whatever they were constructed from were much stronger than anything she could shatter even with her supernatural vigor. She was snapped back to attention though, as Luka went around her to press against her back, his fingers still working at what would be his prize. His other hand moved to her hip to keep her still.
“Come on.. Let me treat you a bit. You’ve got nothing to be afraid of with me. So just relax..” The ghoul whispered against her ear before lowering his knees and spreading her backside to see her twitching rear entrance, “Ooh, your body is just begging for it.”
“Wa-wait!!” Selene squeaked, squirming, but she felt one of his hands leave her form to yank on the chains, tightening them and holding her firmly in place.
The Lady Giovanni let out a loud gasp as she felt Luka’s tongue press to her backside. A few timid licks and he suddenly dove in, his tongue drawing decadent circles at the sensitive entrance. She quickly lost track of herself as all she could feel was the Ghoul’s lavish treatment as he used his tongue to penetrate her saliva coated entrance. Luka himself groaned occasionally as he seemed to be drawing pleasure from the very act of tasting the female vampire in such an intimate way. Nearly ten minutes later, Luka stood, panting heavily.
“Damn, you’re ass is fucking hot!” He grinned as one hand stretched her backside, while the other worked to free himself of his pants.
Selene couldn’t think to reply as she began slowly to recover from the decadent oral treatment, but gasped as immediately Luka was rubbing his excitement against her slick backside entrance.
“Fuck, I can’t wait!” He exclaimed as one hand grabbed her hip and his other positioned him extremity and held it as he thrust slowly into her with a groan.
“Oh fuck!” Selene moaned before biting her lip as her rear opening was stretched to fit the Luka’s girth.
His hands came to her hips, holding both her and himself still, “You are squeezing me so tightly.”
The Ghoul’s lips brushed her neck as one hand moved up until it rested underneath one breast, then he slowly began to thrust.
“You seriously have the best ass ever!” Luka groaned as his hand slid up and began to massage Selene’s bust, his fingers rubbing against the delicate circle of flesh to illicit more noises of lust from her.
His hips started to move faster, coming to a feverish pace and causing Selene’s eyes to roll. Between his extremity and dueling grips, all the vampire could do was moan and gasp, sweet honey dripping down her thighs as her own want was obvious. In the back of her mind, she could taste the presence of someone else in the air, but with Luka stretching her after such a decadent foreplay, Selene couldn’t possibly dwell upon it.
The Ghoul moved at a steady pace, groaning near Selene’s ear as he played with her body to each of their delights, grinning to himself as suddenly she began to tremble at the mounting pleasure he sent coursing through her form.
“Pl-please!” She begged with a heated whisper as her backside squeezed his member, “I...!”
“Not without me, you’re not!” Luka groaned as he delivered a few hard, fast thrusts before her body milked his hot sticky essence from his member in tandem w her own powerful climax.
All the sound of the damp underground prison was filled with their heavy sighs as each took a moment to recover, Luka’s arms moving to embrace Selene as he remained with his extremity buried deep inside her rear. He leaned his forehead against her spine between her shoulder blades, smiling to himself.
“You really have a fantastic body.” The Ghoul praised her before he slid himself out, causing her to gasp.
A sudden slow applause drew both their attentions, and Selene’s eyes went wide as she watched Tiberius step from the shadows wearing black robe held closed with a pin and a broad grin, “You two put on quite a show.”
Selene’s mind whirled as she opened her mouth, but before she could speak, her grandsire grabbed her cheeks with one hand and leaned in close, catching her gaze.
“Hold your tongue my lovely Venus.” He smiled manically at her, “I’m sure you can put it to much better use than berating me, so let us get to it then... Luka.”
“Yes?” The mortal looked expectantly at the ancient kindred as his grip loosened slightly on Selene.
“How quickly might you be ready to go again?” Tiberius asked without looking away from Selene, holding her gaze with such intensity she was afraid to look away.
“I um... Maybe a couple of minutes?” Luka estimated with some measure of confusion and excitement.
“Good... that will do. Go ready the instruments for tomorrow night and then return. You shall enjoy yourself tonight for all your hard work.” The reborn Giovanni commanded before he focused himself fully on Selene, “And for your part, you shall willing accommodate both of us as we so desire. Isn’t that right my charming little Venus.”
Selene felt Luka’s embrace loosen and then disappear as he left her in Tiberius’s care. She could feel her grandsire’ s presence and suggestion echoing in her thoughts until it seemed to be all she could hear. Her time in the Ordo Dracul had taught her some loose tricks for such evading the dominant commands that so many kindred implemented, but it was no specialty of hers.
Tiberius for his part could see that she was struggling with resisting his suggestion of shared revelry, but wasn’t looking to waste time as he had grown excited from watching his ghoul ravage Haloise’s chosen. He leaned in closer as he examined her, projecting his Beast in an alluring manner to solidify his next words.
“You shall willing serve me to all my whims, my lovely Selene. Your body will worship mine and you will be ravaged to the touch of those I deem worthy of your form.” He spoke almost seductively as he looked deeply into her turquoise gaze.
He released his grip on her jaw, and she closed her mouth, craning her head back from his gaze, but already Tiberius saw that she was loosing her own thoughts as his words grew firm in her mind. He easily shifted his hand into a monstrous claw and slashed at the chains holding her arms up, and she sank to her knees, the position thrilling the Ancient. Her head was bowed and her hands came up to her face as the last bits of her free will tried to combat his words. He leaned down toward her and gently cupped her chin upward to look at him.
“How...” she paused as she looked at him, her muscles relaxing, “How would you like me to satisfy you, master?”