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Subject: {ASSM} Kindred: Part 6 Domestic Difficulties  (slow, MF, Fant, vamp, oral, ?)
Date: Sat, 23 Aug 2003 08:10:04 -0400
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Domestic Difficulties



{This chapter deals with a subject I've debated mentally since I began this
story. When I began RP with The Camarilla, it was assumed that by being a
male vampire, you were impotent, except through the use of strong magics.
Personally, I disliked the concept, but..<shrug> Since then, I've discovered
the novels of Ms. Laurell K. Hamilton, and her "Anita Blake" series. One of
the antagonists is a male vampire. In  Ms. Hamilton's world, he is _most
definitely not_ impotent. Read on, and find if I resolve my dilemma.}



Our discussion had continued for another hour, and it was decided that His
Majesty King Garret should also instruct his son, the Baron of Gaiford that
it was His Majesty's intent to present the still unnamed girl child to be
Terrence's Designated Heir. As Earl Tomas so eloquently put it; "And the
fact he has to hand his heir over to you will tie the little bastard's balls
in a knot. And it will likely bring matters to an immediate climax."



"I'm actually hoping it will." I acknowledged. "The stupid bullocks will act
out of rage, and we can end this thing in a day, rather than after weeks of
negotiation. We both know he'll defy his father eventually. This way, it's
obviously treason. And he won't have time to take his rage out on the child.
I hate seeing an innocent hurt in these matters."



When our discussion ended, Tomas accepted my offer of hospitality, and
followed one of the maidservants to the room prepared. Then Kaylene, Lydia
and I made our way into the central portion of the castle. As we arrived at
my offices, Lydia opened her mouth in a wide yawn, and looked chagrined.
"Sleepy already, my sister?" Kaylene teased. "It's only Midnight."



"True, but you haven't been up since the sixth hour helping Mother and
Father with the chores." Lydia retorted.



I laughed. "That's true. But that's because Kaylene keeps hours more like
mine." I tugged a bell pull beside my desk. When a maidservant knocked and
entered, I spoke again. "When we realized the discussion was going to be
later then I'd expected, David sent word to your parent's you wouldn't be
home this night." David was my Seneschal. I smiled at the waiting
maidservant. "Please take Mistress Lydia to her sister's apartment. And in
the morning, make certain someone has collected  fresh clothing from her
parents, before she arises." Then I grinned mischievously. "She is Our
Guest." The maidservant nodded her understanding at the emphasis of the last
two words. Lydia looked confused, but Kaylene looked delighted. She knew
what Guest meant.



When the two young girls had departed for Kaylene's apartment, I sat at my
desk and put my boots up as I leaned back in the chair. Kaylene sat in one
of the comfortable chairs facing me. We sat in companionable silence for a
few moments, then I brought up a matter that had me confused.



"Tell me, Kaylene, why have I found Iris in my bed for five out of the last
seven nights? Have I done something to upset my Garden, and Iris is the only
one that still loves me?" She knew I was teasing but she sighed anyway.



"M'Lord, honestly, we've been trying to think of how best to broach this
matter. As you know, since there are so many of us in your Garden, it was
decided that the fairest way to select your companion was by lot. It removed
the concept that such companionship was a _duty_ or an assignment,  and made
it a fun way to compete amongst ourselves for the pleasure. But we think
Iris is cheating. No, that is too strong a phrase. We think she is somehow
influencing the lots."



She sighed again. "Actually, I don't think she is even doing that
consciously. She's too delighted when she wins. And she does feel bad that
we aren't winning." Kaylene grinned wickedly. "But not bad enough to trade."



I nodded. "How do you draw the lots?"



"We use a bag of runestones. The woman that selects the riverstone wins.
Seven nights ago, Iris won. And she had mixed the stones and held the bag.
The next night, Jennifer mixed the stones, but Iris again held the bag.
Again she won. The next night, Rosa mixed the stones, and Iris held them."



"And she won again." I finished. Kaylene nodded.



"So the next night, we wouldn't let Iris touch the bag. That night she lost.
You see how we thought? Somehow, she was covering the riverstone while
everyone was drawing, and she drew it when her turn came. The next night, we
noticed she watched the bag very closely. We still didn't let her touch it
until her draw. And she won again!" A note of exasperation could be heard in
her voice.  "So, the night before last, we made her hide her eyes. And she
lost again. But last night, she hid her eyes and sat on her hands. She even
drew last. And again she won."



I considered this. I knew cheating at runestones was nearly impossible. In
fact, the only man I'd seen that was even partially successful had been an
old mage in Shinta. And since all his friends knew he cheated, they would
only play for sweet tea. And he'd still failed 60% of the time. So I doubted
that Iris was cheating. But it sounded like she _was_ influencing the draw.
I'd have to decide how to discover more about this. But then I heard Kaylene
sigh and mutter under her breath, "And it's not fair, I haven't shared your
bed for almost three weeks." I looked up, and she was looking down at her
hands, a slight pout on her lips. Then she looked up at me. "Goddess, I miss
the touch of your hands! But that's not fair either. So do all the rest."
Then she stood. "If there isn't anything else, M'Lord, I.need to take care
of some things."



I stood as well. "I could use your help with a small but very important
matter. It seems I have been neglecting one of my duties. I sometimes forget
I need to serve my People as well as they serve me." And taking her hand, I
led her from my office, down a winding staircase, and into my chambers.



She stepped in before me, and I shut the door behind us. She stood looking
at the center of the room and I stepped up behind her and wrapped my arms
around her waist. She sighed at my embrace. "I didn't mean to whine, M'Lord.
I truly didn't."



I shushed her, and brushed her long black hair to the side, then leaned down
and caressed her neck with my lips. She shivered at the sensation. I
continued to caress her skin with my kisses, running them along her throat
and below her ear. When I kissed her jaw line, I realized she'd moved my
hands from around her waist and was holding them against her breasts. I also
noted she was breathing in deep shudders.



As I gently squeezed her breasts, she turned her face to me and found my
lips. She began to kiss me hungrily. I released her breasts and turned her
to face me. I began to untie the laces of her blue silk blouse. She reached
for my shirt, but I only shook my head and continued to untie the cords that
held her blouse closed. When her blouse was loose, I tugged it out of her
skirt and lifted it over her head, then tossed it onto one of the chairs
scattered about the sitting room. Under her blouse she wore a chemise of
cotton, and I lifted this over her head as well. Then I knelt in front of
her and began to kiss around and over her breasts. When I allowed my lips to
find one of her nipples, she sighed and placed her hands on either side of
my head, and held me against her.



I played my tongue against the hardening flesh for a moment, then bit gently
upon it. I could feel her shiver at the gentle pressure, and heard her
speaking softly "Oh goddess, yessss."



She made a small sound of disappointment when I released her, and looked
down at me as I sat back on my heels for a moment. I could tell she was
wondering what I planned next, or if I had been cruelly teasing her. But a
smile touched her lips as I unbuttoned the hip of her skirt, and began to
slide it down. As I'd expected, she wore no undergarment, after all, the
skirt was made of several layers and brushed her ankles when she'd walked.
When it pooled around her feet she stepped out of it, and I set it on the
chair with her chemise and blouse. Now she stood before me in all her
marvelous glory, the only misnomer the soft ankle high boots she still wore.



With my hands on her waist, I drew her close. She stroked my hair softly and
sighed with happiness as my lips caressed her nude belly.  I let my mouth
linger around her navel, and she giggled nervously. She knew it was
sensitive, and knew I took joy in teasing and tickling her. But tonight,
other things were more important, and I finally stood and kissed her before
scooping her shrieking into my arms and carrying her to my bedchamber. While
we had met with the Earl and the Baronet, another bed had replaced the one
that Iris now slept in, and I lay Kaylene gently upon it. As I gazed down on
her, she stretched languidly and gave me a teasing seductive smile. Then she
laughed out loud as I placed her foot on my thigh and began to unlace her
boot. When I slipped it off and tossed it aside, she placed the other on my
thigh and grinned. "Yes, you may finish undressing me, M'Lord." I simply
smiled and obeyed.



"M'Lord, you seem to be overdressed. I believe I should remedy this."



"Oh you do, hmm?" I grinned at her, then stepped closer when she kneeled
upon the bed.



"I suspect you may be correct, though. I do believe I might be overdressed."
She smiled and began to unbutton my shirt. After undoing all of the buttons,
she tugged it open and leaned forward to run her lips along my stomach. I
have the body of a man nearly forty years old. My stomach, though firm and
muscular was not flat, and my chest was wide. But her lips against my skin
still made me shiver. Kaylene felt this and wickedly took advantage, licking
my nipples as I had hers.  She would have continued if I hadn't taken her
head in my hands, turned her face upward and kissed her lovingly.



When we had to break the kiss to regain our breaths, she turned her
attention to my trousers. She unbuckled the thick belt around my waist, and
untied the leather cord that held my breeches closed. That was when it
occurred to her she had a problem. In order to get the breeches off, and
release what she was looking so avidly forward to, she had to take off my
boots. I could see this occur to her, and watched her consider the problem.
I liked her solution.



She wrapped her arms around my chest and fell backwards, dragging me down
onto the bed. Then she rolled me over so she was lying atop me. I think she
liked that, because she took a few moments to hold herself against me and
rub her bosom to my chest.  I know I enjoyed it.



But she finally got up and moved to the bottom of the bed. She lifted my
foot, and easily slipped the boot off, then stripped the light wool sock off
as well. Then the vixen ran her nail along my instep while holding my foot
tightly. I squirmed. She grinned and quickly stripped my other foot, but
this time without teasing me. Then she grasped the cuffs of my breeches and
dragged them down my legs. I was quickly naked.



Then, like a cat stalking prey, Kaylene slowly crawled up the bed. She
kneeled by hip and took the object of her fascination in her hand. She began
to run her fingers along my shaft, feeling me respond. Then she began to
slowly trace the scars that spiraled up my penis.



Aye, scars. Many many years ago, I'd had a lover.  Her name was Yasmina, and
she was of the Clan Toreador. Yasmina was fascinated by art in all forms.
But she favored art of the body. Tattoos. And scarring. And one evening,
while I was intoxicated with her presence, I allowed her to make a work of
art of me.



Because Kindred like myself normally heal any wounds we receive within a few
days, this project required a special tool. She chose a dagger blessed by a
priest of Anubis, her people's God of the Dead. Ironic, is it not? That she
chose an instrument of the god of death? But for her purposes, it worked
very well. For me, it meant months of agony. Using her chosen tool, she
first performed something she called a bris. This involved removing the
foreskin of my penis. I still don't know if I was enraptured with her, or if
she had enslaved me. But I allowed this, and more followed. She etched
spirals furrows around my erect staff, furrows that would heal eventually
into spiral ridges. And she chose to use me as the wounds slowly healed. I
still remember the agony of the first time she stroked me to erection, then
mounted me. I was still bleeding from her artistry.



But heal I did, eventually, and eventually, Yasmina found a new plaything. I
doubt he survived the experience. But the scarring had a variety of results.
It seemed to add to the pleasure my lover felt. And it slowed my reactions
down. I think this was because the scarring left me slightly less sensitive.

This meant I would often spend more time caressing and pleasing my lover
before we joined. The reasons were two-fold. It allowed me to savor her joy
and pleasure, and gave me time to become fully aroused and ready. But
Kaylene's need was great, and she bent down and kissed the tip of my shaft,
then ran her tongue along the ridges that lined it. It felt wonderful, but I
wasn't quite ready, so I shifted our positions so we could both please the
other. And as she took me into her mouth, I pressed my lips to her jewel.
For long moments the only sounds were the sounds of our mutual pleasures and
occasional gasps of delight. Then I began to suck and nibble on the button I
'd learned was the center of a woman's delight, and Kaylene was soon moaning
and grinding her sex against my lips. Then she gave out a crying moan and
gripped my head with her thighs.



When she at last relaxed, I rolled her onto the bed, and lay beside her. I
kissed her deeply, and she chuckled against my mouth when she tasted her
self on my lips. Then she playfully licked my chin when we finally broke our
kiss. "I need you, m'Lord. Please, make love to me!"



"As my beloved commands," I replied, then lovingly slid my length inside her
moist and eager opening. She sighed with delight as I pressed my loins
against her then withdrew and began to stroke into her with a gentle rhythm.
"MMMMMMMMMM, yyyyeeessss, oh goddess, I've needed this for too long!! Please
m'Lord, faster! OOOOHHHHGGGGOODDDEESSSSnnnnnnnnnnnn" A shuddering breath
passed her lips and she ground herself against me.



As I thrust faster, her mumbling groans and cries to the goddess reached a
fever pitch, and she began to cry out inarticulate animal sounds.. As she
bucked against my invading staff, I bit my lip  hard and kissed her deeply.
When her climax swept through her, and her spasms drove me to fill her with
my offering, she sucked my bleeding lip into her mouth and drank of my
blood.

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