Post by Prince Amaranth on Sept 1, 2005 1:08:25 GMT -5
((Aingeal and Amaranth only - PG 13))
Prince Amaranth sat upon the ledge, his elbow resting against his knee as he looked over the balcony into the obsidian beauty of his city. His kingdom. From here he could see everything, everyone - see life as it was lived by his people in this safe haven he called home.
Yet it had never been truly his until some four odd years ago, when both his parents were killed in a single brutal sweep by one of their own people ... in the very same room Amaranth had been in. He knew his people blamed him for his mother and father's deaths, but they never said so to his face.
And they did not question his judgement. He had worked and fought long and hard to catch the assassins, as well as protect his people and home from invaders. He was well known throughout the galaxy and was considered rather brutal and cruel by all of his enemies, which perhaps is why he had so few nowadays. He had been trained since birth to be the man he was and mentally he accepted that ... he just wished his cold heart would accept it as well.
His pink eyes once again scanned the ground below, raising his brow a bit as he saw a pair of unlikely lovers in a soft embrace just below. It was rather rare that one found a Vampyre and a Majikadai mate with one another. He found himself pleased, however, that his people came together so well. He'd never admit it, but he was a romantic himself and the thought of -
"Master, your meal for the night is here. He awaits upon your sofa," a servant's soft voice called, wary but determined to give his Prince notice.
Amaranth nodded his head in acknowledgment, turning away from the unusual pair below and moving inside to find his meal. He watched the servant leave before looking over at the young boy. He was a Majikadai if the Prince wasn't mistaken, not that he ever was.
The boy's eyes were wide and roamed over Amaranth's body as the Prince's did the same to him ... taking in his lithe body and plump bottom, smooth pale chest and long slender legs. The boy's skin pale as milk, and his eyes were an enchanting brown. The boy wore only a very thin wrapping around his genitals, a sign that he was to be used this night as an offering.
Had Amaranth been in the mood, he would sate his desire as well as hunger with this boy. But he was not 'in the mood' ... at least not this night.
Amaranth did not hesitate but quickly approached the boy and encircled his neck with his hand. Feeling the life fluid rush through those veins now pumping faster as fear came over the Majikadai boy. Muttering a soft 'shhh' he moved his mouth to the right side of the boy's throat and lapped at the area a moment before abruptly sinking his teeth in.
The boy whimpered slightly, his hands remaining at his sides clenched in fists. His eyes were closed and he bit his bottom lip, confused by the feelings of passion and pain running through him. Just when the feelings were becoming overwhelming the Prince stopped, pulled away and rose, making his way over to the bell cord that rung for a servant.
"Master?" The same youth as before entered. His voice was stiff, soft and a little wary.
"Take this boy to guest room, have him cleaned up and well fed as well as rested. You need not search for another meal for tomorrow. He will do fine ..." Amaranth paused a moment, hearing the boy squeak. "Also, have him cleaned ... thoroughly."
Both the servant and the youth swallowed at that. It was obvious just what the Prince planned for his meal the next evening. Prince Amaranth would take him.
Watching as the two left the room Amaranth turned once again, this time to the balcony opening.
"Have you been there long?"
Prince Amaranth sat upon the ledge, his elbow resting against his knee as he looked over the balcony into the obsidian beauty of his city. His kingdom. From here he could see everything, everyone - see life as it was lived by his people in this safe haven he called home.
Yet it had never been truly his until some four odd years ago, when both his parents were killed in a single brutal sweep by one of their own people ... in the very same room Amaranth had been in. He knew his people blamed him for his mother and father's deaths, but they never said so to his face.
And they did not question his judgement. He had worked and fought long and hard to catch the assassins, as well as protect his people and home from invaders. He was well known throughout the galaxy and was considered rather brutal and cruel by all of his enemies, which perhaps is why he had so few nowadays. He had been trained since birth to be the man he was and mentally he accepted that ... he just wished his cold heart would accept it as well.
His pink eyes once again scanned the ground below, raising his brow a bit as he saw a pair of unlikely lovers in a soft embrace just below. It was rather rare that one found a Vampyre and a Majikadai mate with one another. He found himself pleased, however, that his people came together so well. He'd never admit it, but he was a romantic himself and the thought of -
"Master, your meal for the night is here. He awaits upon your sofa," a servant's soft voice called, wary but determined to give his Prince notice.
Amaranth nodded his head in acknowledgment, turning away from the unusual pair below and moving inside to find his meal. He watched the servant leave before looking over at the young boy. He was a Majikadai if the Prince wasn't mistaken, not that he ever was.
The boy's eyes were wide and roamed over Amaranth's body as the Prince's did the same to him ... taking in his lithe body and plump bottom, smooth pale chest and long slender legs. The boy's skin pale as milk, and his eyes were an enchanting brown. The boy wore only a very thin wrapping around his genitals, a sign that he was to be used this night as an offering.
Had Amaranth been in the mood, he would sate his desire as well as hunger with this boy. But he was not 'in the mood' ... at least not this night.
Amaranth did not hesitate but quickly approached the boy and encircled his neck with his hand. Feeling the life fluid rush through those veins now pumping faster as fear came over the Majikadai boy. Muttering a soft 'shhh' he moved his mouth to the right side of the boy's throat and lapped at the area a moment before abruptly sinking his teeth in.
The boy whimpered slightly, his hands remaining at his sides clenched in fists. His eyes were closed and he bit his bottom lip, confused by the feelings of passion and pain running through him. Just when the feelings were becoming overwhelming the Prince stopped, pulled away and rose, making his way over to the bell cord that rung for a servant.
"Master?" The same youth as before entered. His voice was stiff, soft and a little wary.
"Take this boy to guest room, have him cleaned up and well fed as well as rested. You need not search for another meal for tomorrow. He will do fine ..." Amaranth paused a moment, hearing the boy squeak. "Also, have him cleaned ... thoroughly."
Both the servant and the youth swallowed at that. It was obvious just what the Prince planned for his meal the next evening. Prince Amaranth would take him.
Watching as the two left the room Amaranth turned once again, this time to the balcony opening.
"Have you been there long?"
