Phury Zsadist and the Chosen 5.16.12

Phury
{Opening to the door to the rarely used suite, I step back to allow the Chosen to enter before me. Poor thing hadn’t said a word on the walk from Darius's office and I'd been too concerned about the up coming battle with Zsadist to do any talking. I knew that I should have taken that few minutes to help her feel comfortable with being here, and I felt like a total shit for just not being able to do it. As I entered the room I could see that Zsadist hadn’t moved from the bed we'd laid him out on. God, when I’d returned to his room to find my twin lying motionless on the bathroom floor, I was sure he was dead. The fact that he’d been unable to complete a simple fucking shower by himself made this meeting with the Chosen before me even more urgent. The stubborn ass was NOT dying on my watch! Indicating a chair for the Chosen... what the hell was her name again...shit, I went over to stand next to the thin shell of my brother.} Z… Z can you hear me? {I shook his bony shoulder trying to rouse him. I'd briefly considered having several brothers for back up in getting this chore taken care of... but knowing Z he'd fight less if it was just me. He didn’t see me as that much a threat. Well, THIS time he was going to be wrong… I was his worst fucking nightmare.}



Zsadist
-floating painlessly in the depths of unconsciousness, I fight against the pull of return, the voice that echoes through muffled and distant. fuck that. My brow furrows deeply, fangs extending at the threat to my state. Still, the nagging sensation of disturbance is enough to propel me to the surface. As the throbbing pain of my head wound slams into me with the force of a fucking tank, I peel back swollen lids to reveal eyes black as pitch. A vicious snarl rises from my throat, followed by a keening howl as I jerk away from the touch. - fuck! Get the fuck away from me! What the hell? Where... Phury? -throwing my arm across my eyes, I grit out cruelly- Why won't you just leave me the fuck alone?


Phury
Because everyone 'leaving you the fuck alone' helped you get in this condition. Look at yourself. I found you laid out on the bathroom floor for fucks sake! Is that the way you want to go out, dead from your own neglect next to a shitter? And if you even think about answering yes to that rhetorical question, I swear to fuck I’ll knock you into next week myself and force feed you the entire time your out cold. So get the hell up and let's do this, we've got company.


Zsadist
-lifting my arm to peer around the room, my body moves before my mind registers doing so. I scramble from the bed, my back pressing to the wall as a wave of arctic cold rushes from me the moment I lay my eyes on the slight beauty sitting perched across from the bed. Her auburn hair piled atop her head, the white silk encasing her curves do little to actually shield her from my frantic eyes. Hissing viciously at my twin. - You fucking bastard. You had to do it, didn't you? Get her out of here; I can take care of myself.


Phury
Yeah, and you've sooo fucking proved that!


Pandora
*Running my tongue over my lips now dry from having sat, taking in all that had played out before me, taking in the battered, bruised body I ache to help with my services. I stand fluidly, quickly taking the two short steps to enclose the distance between us and drop to my knees in front of you, my eyes wide, eager and earnest. Pulling my gaze from yours, I look up to seek that of Phury's, desperately wanting my cue of what I'm desired to do*


Phury
{Watching in alarm as the Chosen, of her own accord, lowers herself to the ground in front of my rabid twin. Quickly placing myself between Z and the poor girl I try to gently lift her to her feet and back her up to a safer distance.} "Let's just give him a minute to get used to this idea... {calling back over my shoulder to the growling air conditioner against the wall.} "Z… this IS going down. Hard or easy… your ultimate choice.



Zsadist
-Blowing out the bitter air that'd been held behind my ribs, I fist my hands tightly against my sides. Ebony irises follow through lids lowered to slits as the Chosen is delicately led away by my twin. fuck. Me. I swallow past the clenched muscles of my throat; the open and innocent gaze of the female had shocked me into utter stillness. She really has no clue what she's offering herself up for by putting herself before me. The corroded fucking shit that flows through my veins should never pollute her, in any way. Ignoring the pissed off roar that's issued by my gut, the parched fire in my throat, I stand silently as she's lead safely away. -


Phury
{Seeing the wild and frantic look in Z’s eyes doesn’t give me even a moment’s regret at what I’m about to force him into. Still pretty positive that he was way to weak to demat out of this room. I knew I had him. Grabbing the wooden backed chair the Chosen had been sitting in, I slid it over to block the door and sat down. If Zsadist wanted out he’d be going through me, one way or the other. I held up my hand and gestured for the Chosen to come to me.} What’s your name again, Chosen?


Pandora
*turning my focus fully to Phury, I move silently towards you, stopping just short of our knees touching, my eyes locking with yours and voice little more than a whisper* My name is Pandora, Sire.



Phury
Well, Pandora, I really appreciate what you are doing for us. {Taking her slender arm in my large hands I softly brush my fingers along the pulse point I can easily feel in her delicate wrist. My fangs immediately lengthening of their own accord, the missing one having regrown to its original state. I turn my newly black orbs to my twin, nailing him where he stands.} When I helped free you from the Mistress I swore I’d not let anything happen to you. {Pausing a moment to assure myself that I had his full attention.} I’ll be keeping that promise brother… no matter WHAT it takes. {Holding his eyes I strike quickly and without warning at the wrist held in my hands. A gasp escaping my lips even as they form an unbreakable seal around the source of rich pure blood spurting into my mouth.}



Zsadist
-My nostrils flare the instant the Chosen's vein is opened, dagger length fangs throb with a hunger born not of mere thirst. The intense, primal need pumping through my wretched body wipes out the pain that still remains from the beating I'd taken. Helpless to look away, imprisoned in my own fucking skin, a tremulous groan escapes my efforts to conceal the biological need that hounds me. Jerking my head toward the Chosen, I manage to force the words out.- Don't. Just don't fucking look at me. Take care of my twin, yeah? -shaking my head imperceptibly- You don't need to see me to help him.



Pandora
*my brow creasing as my lips part with a gasp as I feel you slice through my skin, I hold my wrist tight to the seal of Brother Phurys lips as he holds me there. my eyes flickering between Zsadist and his demands and the sight of Phury, the anguish I feel, and desperation to help brother Zsadist, deeply evident in my eyes*


Phury
{I had been completely singularly focused on getting Zsadist to feed, convinced that this one act could mean the actual difference between life and death for him. I hadn’t given any real thought to my own needs. Now, swallowing down Chosen blood like a drowning man, I had to admit that I had also been in piss poor shape. Weren’t we a fucking pair… twins in even this. Forcing myself to slow down I waved for Zsadist to get his ass over here and reached up to gently turn Pandora_Ehros’ head to the side, fully exposing her pale neck for Z to see.}


Zsadist
-cursing beneath my breath as my knees give way, I throw out my hands in a last ditch effort to prevent myself from face planting on the floor. The scent of her blood, rich and sweet. Pure strength just begging to be tapped. Human blood had gotten me through the decades since my twin had seen to my release from the Mistress, but it was nothing.. weaker than water compared to the scent filling the air around me. My limbs moving despite my reluctance, my fingers brush against her slender ankle. A growl rolls through my chest unbidden as I snatch my hand back. I can't fucking do this. So soft, so fucking pure. No one on this earth deserves to be defiled, not by me. Ever. A strangled moan carries past my own ears, not realizing it'd come from me as I kneel up. Raising my shaking hand to cup her delicate jaw, I thank the fucking Scribe that her hair is not blonde, and is already pulled away. Squeezing my eyes shut tightly, I murmur with reverence as I gently press her head further to the side, my lips brushing against her warm, vital pulse.- I'm so sorry... -Striking fast, my fangs pierce her skin, sinking deep to tap the artery that carries her life blood in a flood between my lips.-



Pandora
*closing my eyes with a whimper as your jaw clamps around my arched neck, a shiver of satisfaction at fulfillment that you're taking what you need, what I can give, wracks my body as I feel you both pulling on my blood. My voice breathless* Thank you.. Thank you both.


Phury
{Yes! Thank the scribe. I’d expected a bigger fight for this; just proving to myself again how bad was the condition of my elusive twin. The relief at seeing Zsadist getting with the program, making me almost light headed. Or maybe that was the feeling of strength returning to my limbs as the nourishment being provided to me did its job. Once I could turn my attention away from Z, the focus shifted solely to myself. My god, Pandora was a slice of heaven. Complete intoxication for the senses… her beauty, her smell, her taste. Closing my eyes, riding a wave of feeling… lost in a new need arising in me, leathers becoming uncomfortably tight. The sounds of Zsadist consuming all that he needs to help return him to health and strength adding to my excitement. This was how it should be, both of us strong and able to continue as warriors of our race. Hearing the Chosen’s softly spoken ‘thank you’ igniting the fuse of a different need. Not stopping to over think, I reached out and pulled Pandora’s free hand and set it to the hard bulge in my lap.}


Pandora
*feeling your hardness pressing against my palm, I close my fingers tightly around the prominent shape, the ball of my hand beginning to rub deep as I lift my eyes, careful not to move for Zsadist, seeking silent confirmation this is your wish*



Phury
{The pressure of her hand and her slow tentative movements exactly what I’m craving. My hips arching on their own in encouragement as I settle back against the chair and allow this Ehros Chosen to bring her talents to bear in pleasuring me.}


Pandora
*Watches and sees your contentment, removing my hand from you to pull your pants open, slipping my hand inside to feel your flesh with mine, gently encouraging it free I guide your cock to my lips, slowly, teasingly, running my tongue my tongue over the underside of your swollen tip, across your slit, savoring that first precious taste*


Zsadist:
-completely unaware of everything but the thick, syrupy nectar of pure Chosen blood pooling against my tongue, my very cells soaking up the nourishment my body's not known since... growling deeply to drown out that snippet of memory, I swallow mouthful after mouthful, satisfying the thirst that I've done everything to avoid. Painfully aware of what's going on below my waist, the loose work out pants tenting as "IT" insists on joining this party. A fierce snarl rips from between my teeth as they snap on empty air, the vital source torn away as you move to practice your perfected craft on my twin.- NO! fuck! -A red-wash haze filters my sight to tunnel vision, the core of my very being demanding satisfaction. Damned, though I am, there came a tipping point from which there was no return. With a twist of my wrist against the mattress, I launch myself toward the source of my obsession. Large hands find thin silk, pushing aside the layers until frustration leads to gripping the material and shredding it. Wrapping long fingers around your hips, I bring your lower body up, my eyes locked on pale, perfectly smooth skin and the glistening pink between your thighs. Grunting roughly, my hand shoves at the waistband of my pants, hooking them beneath "IT" before I lift your ass higher, lining you up with the blunt head that pulses and weeps with a mind of it's own.-



Phury_
{Vaguely aware of Z's actions, so centered I am on the soft, warm thrill of the lips that are sliding over my length, my head snaps up as my thigh is drenched in a gout of blood. Growling in frustration, I slide my palm beneath your chin, raising your head from my lap to allow me to bend and run my tongue along the ragged punctures in your throat. My eyes widen in surprise when I finally focus on my twin. fucking HELL. My Brother had annihilated the silken robes, shredded them to strip of fabric and was poised to plunge into Pandora without so much as a thought. His eyes, black as soot and unseeing tell me all I need to know. His mind isn't here, or in the past. The godforsaken biology the Scribe Virgin cursed us all with, mainly to ensure the flourishing of the race, has him in its grasp. Slipping my fingers into Pandora's hair, I pull it free from the chignon… pins flying as thick locks tumble over her shoulders. Without a second of hesitation, I tighten my fist in her hair and bring her full lips back to the head of my arousal, commanding her gently...} More... fuck, please. More.


Zsadist
-thrusting forward violently, my mouth opening on a primal roar as Chosen blood drips from my fangs, I hold myself buried deep when my hips slam into your soft flesh.- fuck! OH. fuck! -My voice filled with gravel, my inhibitions decimated the instant I'd tasted your blood. Circling my hips as your walls tremble and grip my arousal in a vice tight squeeze, I draw back.. midnight eyes focused only on the place where our bodies join. My jaw hangs slack, fangs protruding over my lower lip... panting as I plunge in once again, the fact that your body fights my invasion, I'm helpless to stop, or even slow.-



Pandora
*stretching mercilessly around the sudden, piercing invasion of you, I whimper around Brother Phury's cock, never having imagined feeling so full. Putting my lessons into practice, I desperately work to ensure I am not distracted from the needs of Phury and his pleasure, while the force of Brother Zsadist's thrusts physically push and rock my petite body as he takes what he needs, reaching heights of utter fulfillment in being called upon to serve the two warriors.*


Phury
{As the molten heat from the Chosen's mouth encircles my length once again, I release a strangled groan. Throwing my head back against the chair, my hips begin a primal, rhythmic thrusting of their own accord. All sensation centering on the swirling of your soft, wet tongue against my throbbing shaft and the sweet, squeezing torture as you suction me further down. My entire body trembles violently, forcing me to latch onto your tiny wrist even harder, only vaguely aware that I'm most likely adding bruises to the delicate, pale skin. Entirely unable to stop myself, the combination of your sweet, pure blood on my tongue and your talented mouth working me over, I rise to a level of bliss I'd never thought existed. Beyond the heightened haze of red smoke, the drugs and alcohol. fuck! Who knew that this was all it took to reach a true sense of peace.}


Zsadist
-My eyes squeeze tightly shut against the nagging ache that's rippling through my body, my hips willfully slamming into the Chosen's tight, lush channel with wild abandon as my throat works uncontrollably in it's efforts to seek more of that rich taste. Since being taken from the Mistress and her dungeon cell, I had fed purely on the blood of human females. A weak imitation of a female vampire, to be sure. To drink from one of the Scribe's Chosen? fuck! Like pouring molten gold into a corroded engine. No thoughts of now, or then... or what's to come, I've turned into nothing but a rutting, grunting, incensed animal. As my body slaps against hers, my toes curl inside my shitkickers as my balls tighten. My eyelids fly open in shock even as my fingertips dig ever deeper into the smooth, pliant flesh of her hips. Onyx irises meet their mirror reflection as I lift my face to Phury's. A roar that rattles the paintings on the walls explodes from my throat as I force myself to release my grip and stumble back, the "IT" bobbing obscenely before I'm wracked with rigidity from head to toe. My spine arches as I reel backwards, hot, thick ropes of fluid jet forcefully from "IT", landing across her creamy, perfect thighs.- Oh fuck.. oh fuck! GOD NO! -Cramming the vile staff of flesh back into my leathers, a switch goes off in my head that blinks a neon fucking STOP behind my eyes- I'm.. fuck, I'm so sorry! shit! -Turning from the sight of my twin, and the Chosen servicing him, with a grimace, my gut churns the nourishment I'd imbibed. As a blast of arctic air is released from every pore, I'm less aware of the blood smeared over my lips and chin, dripping down my chest, than of the last vision I have of that ... that poison. That fucking rotten, rancid shit that's splattered over the female of worth who'd just saved my life. Releasing a long string of curses directed at Phury for ever bringing her here, I bark out...- Help her.. for fuck's sake, help her! -I focus and send my molecules spinning into the air.. needing nothing more than to get the fuck away from this godforsaken place. Windows and doors, furniture and fancy shit doesn't make it anything more than a glorified prison.-


Pandora
*feeling the sudden loss from inside me, my mind swimming and dazed, the curses and cries sounding distant and hazy but I endeavor through my weakness to bring gratification to Phury, my own welfare a far second to yours. My hand weakly slips from Phury's thigh, causing me to stagger slightly into his lap as I quickly battle to regain my grip of his leg and composure*


Phury
{Z’s frantic shouting and Pandora’s misstep pulled my mind away from my own private heaven. Releasing her wrist I sealed the wound with a lick and steadied her. Wanting nothing more than to stay exactly where I was my honor and responsibility won out and I gently raised her head.} Come, Chosen let’s get you taken care of. {Slipping one arm around her small waist I used my other hand to refasten my leathers. Leading her the few steps over to the bed and gently urging her down onto is softness.} Rest here. It was a great service you performed for my twin and myself. He’s been unwell for some time now and you have been a key to getting him back to health. I am in your debt. Please allow me to feed you in return and then I will find you suitable robes for your return home. {Holding my own wrist out before her as I settle down next to her on the side of the bed.}


Pandora
*slipping onto the bed, wanting to protest and continue but the lure of your pulse, the promise of your blood in my current, weakened conditions all to much to resist as I lean up to sink my fangs into your skin and drawing that first mouthful of your blood, sealing my lips tightly over your flesh as I hold your wrist to my mouth, gulping down the replenishment with a delicate moan*



Phury
{The sharp stab of her tiny teeth entering my wrist went directly to my cock, causing it to harden even more. Having been awakened to a whole new world, it now seemed to be asserting a mind of it’s own. Trying to be as discreet as possible I adjusted to a slightly more comfortable position. Today had gone is so many more directions that I would have thought possible. Through a simple offering of life sustaining blood this beautiful Chosen had worked magic on the both of us. Bringing to life urges each of us tried so strongly to deny or hold back and I was sure it would have future ramifications not yet dreamed of. Even having to watch the disintegration of my brother’s psyche it was still worth getting him to feed. The Chosen’s blood would already be healing his ravaged body. I knew Zsadist was as much animal right now as man, his thoughts of partaking of it and of her, unhinged the tight hold he kept on his mind. Heaven help any who crossed his path this night, none would live to tell about it. But he and I had been here in this dark place before. Right after his freedom from the Mistress. Zsadist could get through it again. I could get through it again… as long as he lived. His staying alive was, at this point, all that mattered to me.} #BBDB