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Black Dagger Brotherhood: Lover Freed, Dheviant's Story (AU)
By: mimosk Date: August 15, 2014, 10:05 pm
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She laid there. Hands bound above her head and legs spread open
to whoever might walk in. She could hear the shower running in
the bathroom that was attached to the room she was ensnared in.
How had she come to be here? Tied and gagged while the Brother
she wanted to be with left her so vulnerable, so he could clean
the lesser blood away from his body?
She closed her mind to the “now”, and remembered the “when.” The
moment her life completely went upside down. Purity had always
known she could never be her brother, was reminded on a daily
basis, but of course, he was the male of their generation and he
was genetically perfect. She, on the other hand, could never be
an heir. Firstly, she was not a he, and secondly, her left eye
wouldn’t work. Years upon years of trying to keep the race clean
of impure vampires, caused abnormalities in the offspring they
wanted to be perfect. Hence the name, Purity. Obviously that was
before her parents knew she’d be blind in one eye. Her pale
green eyes, and almost white blonde hair from birth had given
them the idea. They thought she looked like “pure aristocracy.”
As she grew they came to realize their great mistake. It would
be Beau who would be the family’s pride and joy. Following their
father’s dark eyes and dark hair, he showed power. Dark,
handsome, and smart, he lived on the family name. She on the
other hand was a disgrace, a funny joke from the Scribe Virgin.
That’s partially how she found herself here. Her parents knew
the great Blind King was kind. They offered to him as a servant.
She was after all, ruined to them because of her deficiency. At
first, Wrath denied her, but, from what she heard from the
Chosen women in the home, and the Butler who would never allow
her to pick up anything, the King realized if he didn’t take her
in, her parents would offer her to anyone, and not everyone in
their race was honorable. So, the King took her in, but not as a
servant. She was pretty much a pity case. Queen Beth, Scribe
Virgin bless her, was a saint. Still… it made her feel useless.
One evening, Purity was hungry and had gone to the kitchen to
make a snack, when two Brothers came carrying in another who
looked like he had gone to the Fade and back. Pale and shaking,
he palmed the pills the Brothers V and Butch gave him and chased
them with the bottle of amber liquor they placed in front of
him. Purity cracked open another dozen eggs, and a package of
bacon and toast. The brother, Dhev, told them to go though, he
would be okay. After multiple questions, she confirmed from what
seemed to be invisibility, that she would ensure he made it to
his room safely.
He took most of the food, which was fine with her, not saying a
word, though he started looking much better. He was handsome, as
most of the brothers were, following after his father, the brave
Rhage. He had Rhage’s striking blonde hair and facial structure,
but Mary’s dark brown eyes. They reminded Purity of melted
chocolate when she watched him. As a matter of fact, she hadn’t
realized she’d been staring until he looked up from his fork and
caught her.
“Yes?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, fork halfway to his lips.
Immediately, she could feel the heat rise to her cheeks and she
bowed her head, allowing her hair to fall in front of her face.
“My apologies, I did not mean to stare.”
“Why were you then?” She was surprised by his bluntness; it was
not something she was used to yet.
“I… I was admiring the tattoo on your neck, the dragon. It looks
strong and powerful,” she said, attempting to think of an
excuse. In all actuality, she had seen it a few weeks ago, and
thought the same thing, but now, it was an excuse.
From her lowered lids, she watched Dhev smirk, drop his fork and
stand. He began walking around the island that separated them
and was too quickly standing in front of her. Should she dare
turn to face the Brother? Was that an available option to one in
her standing? She wasn’t given the choice. His hand reached out
and lifted her chin to face him.
“Look at me.”
Simple but powerful words, coming from a man that seemed to
stand twice her size and as broad as a house. When she finally
managed to allow his hand to turn her chin up to him, she peered
at him beneath the waves of her hair. He was staring down at
her, his eye piercing her own. Silence….
Then his eyes squinted a bit, as if he were pondering something,
and he reached out with one hand to her waist and used the one
on her chin to tilt it further upward. Before she knew what was
happening, his mouth was on hers and her body was pulled against
his. Her first kiss. It was powerful, hungry, needing. She
leaned into him, her hand going up to his neck, where his tattoo
would be, but being caught by his hand and with it, her arm
being pulled behind her back. In seconds, it seemed is other
left her chin and pulled her last free arm behind her as well.
He pulled her closer against his body, she could feel the heat
from his leather pants, and something hard pressing against her
leg. Dhev pushed her backward against the island, until she
could feel her arms being caught by the marble top, crushed
between their body weight, yet he still kept pressing against
her. From somewhere deep inside, a moan escaped her lips and as
it did, he used his tongue to burrow inside. Purity could feel
the points of his teeth skimming her lip. She used her own to
bite him back.
From out of nowhere, he trapped both her wrists with one of his
hands, and his free one traveled the length of her torso. In a
breathy voice, while kissing, he mumbled “I want you on the
island…”
Thinking he wanted her to get up there, she pulled away from his
lips and tried to hop up. She was nowhere near tall enough, or
strong enough in her legs to do it without arm strength and he
burst out laughing. Purity wondered to herself why he wanted to
kiss her while she was on top of the island, but it mattered
not. For the very first time in her life, someone, (A BROTHER!)
was treating her like a female. Dhev grabbed her hips and before
she could even squeak, he planted her butt firmly on the island
and nestled himself between the legs he spread apart, quickly
doing the same to her lips with his mouth.
His hand found hers again and quickly made a trap behind her
back. There was no time to question his motives; she was wrapped
up in the moment, feeling as if for once she was making
decisions in her life. Dhev pressed into her, coercing her to
either push back to stay upright or be carried back onto the
tiled counter top. She gave in and heard him sigh through their
kiss. Almost instantly, it became more. His free hand was
sliding its way up the inside of her thigh, making Purity feel
warmness in places of her body she had never felt. The skin on
his hands, rough, but softened with lotion? Tickled her on edge
skin and soon she could feel him getting so very close to the
center of her femalehood. She was too wrapped up in the
feelings, enjoying it, to stop him. She realized, she wanted
this, whatever this was.
His finger slipped between her panties and body and she felt
herself suck in breath between his kiss. Purity felt his mouth
turn upward on the edges, just before feeling his finger swipe
up her center. Like electricity had struck her, she moved
forward into his hand, which only encouraged him. He pulled her
closer to the edge and she felt his finger go inside of her and
Oh! The feeling! She moaned into his mouth. He pulled away, only
to move down to her chest, swiping her top aside and immediately
finding her breast with his mouth, all the while, moving his
finger inside of her. The sensations, new and completely
different felt good, she wanted to know how much better they
could be when people weren’t telling you no.
With her hands being tied, she had to be resourceful. Thinking,
she saw his neck, opened up to her as he sucked her. She leaned
forward, seeing the tip of the dragon tattoo on his neck, and
aimed for that with her mouth.
“Aaagh…” he moaned against her breast, pushing her back,
completely down onto the counter top. His eyes, looking less
melted chocolate and more molten, blazed. There were no words
between them.
Dhev let go of the arms that were pinned behind her back and
pulled himself on to the counter, straddling her body. “Put your
hands above your head.”
She did instantly. He looked so powerful above her, beautiful.
He grabbed her wrists with one arm and pushed her dress up with
the other. His mouth once again found hers, with a different
kind of need than before. These kisses were deep, probing,
lusting. The hand between her legs pulled her panties down her
legs and off. She felt his leather trousers against her naked
skin and the heat and weight of him on top of her. Purity felt
him grind into her, pressing her down against the cool tile and
moaned.
She wanted to reach down, feel the bulge that was pressing
against her, but his hands were not relinquishing their hold.
Wriggling beneath him, she felt his hand leave her and go to her
side, grabbing her hip, stilling her body. All the while his
mouth was exploring hers.
His hand left her hip, and she heard the sound of a zipper. Her
eyes opened, looking down, and was astounded by what she saw. He
was Phearsom. His mouth went to her neck and she inhaled deeply.
Dhev grunted and before she knew what was happening that
Phearsom thing was pressing against the warmest part of her
body. She gasped and bucked against him. Without warning, the
Brother began pushing into her, filling her, until it stopped.
He stopped. His eyes came to meet hers, and Purity became
worried, had she done something wrong?
“You’re untouched.” A statement, not a question. How did her
know? He didn’t move out of her, but sat there teetering on the
border.
She looked at him, feeling her cheeks warm, “I am, is that not
what you wish?”
She felt him retreating, starting to pull back, and she used his
surprise to pull her hands free and stop him from withdrawing
completely. His blonde eyebrow rose, and he looked at her
questioningly.
“I am yours, if you find me worthy and wish to touch me?” she
said, attempting to mimic his words, hoping to stop him from
stopping.
She felt him grow harder inside of her, yet he didn’t move.
“Purity… how ironic… the King would kill me, hell, my own mother
might… but if you aren’t stopping me, I’m not going to stop
myself. Just… tell me if it hurts…”
With that she felt pressure, a lot of pressure, a bit of pain,
that almost had her tell him to stop, but almost instantly
after, he slid into her. Filling her. She sighed, digging her
fingernails into the small of his back. This must have reminded
him, because it took no time for him to pull them back above her
head as he increased his speed. He leaned down to her neck and
she felt his teeth against her neck, and she wondered if he
would feed off of her. Nobody had ever before, she was untouched
that way as well, but no. He didn’t. He just kept pushing into
her until she felt a pressure in that area that seemed to be
building as he picked up speed. Without any warning he tensed,
pulling out her and away from her as she watched him palm
himself. He stood there, body trembling, shoulders relaxed,
before putting himself back into his leather pants.
As the pressure in her body went away, she, for some reason felt
cheated. She laid there looking up at him from the kitchen
island as he looked up.
His eyes were ablaze and he was smiling, color back in his face,
he again looked the Brother, the Fighter he was.
“Tomorrow. My night off. My room. Be there after Last Meal.”
After those simple sentences he leaned down, grabbed her panties
and stuffed them in his pocket, then walked out of the kitchen,
leaving her on top of the island wondering.
She sat up, taking deep breaths. Had that really happened? Was
any of it real? The soreness between her legs told her it had.
What she questioned the most though, was while he stood there,
shuddering into his own hand, it may have been her eyes
deceiving her, but she swore she watched the tattoo of the
dragon shudder and calm too. Purity pulled herself off of the
counter and onto the floor, wondering what the next night would
entail…
That, that was how she managed to be here. With her arms tied
above her head in Dheviant’s bed, legs spread, tied to either
bed post, while he showered.
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Re: Black Dagger Brotherhood: Lover Freed, Dheviant's Story (AU)
By: mimosk Date: August 22, 2014, 2:50 pm
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Her breathing was steady, or so she could see from watching the
nipples of her breasts rise and fall against the backdrop of the
room’s white wall. Dheviant had left the lights on after he tied
her up and left her lying there. She could still hear the shower
running, though she may be wrong, she felt he had been in there
what felt like hours. Maybe it was because she was nervous that
at any moment another Brother could walk into his room and see
her. Did they do that? Just walk into each other’s rooms? It had
been nerve racking enough just to walk down the hallway of the
wing where most of the Brothers and their families lived.
First Meal had just been served. She was allowed to sit at the
table with the First Family, the Brothers, and their kin. Like
an equal. As she sat there picking at her dinner of roast duck,
she wondered how it was that she could sit, like an equal,
amongst the royal family and the protectors of the race, but her
own family, her blood, made her sit with the servants to eat.
Across from where she sat, was Quinn and Blay, both, now
confirmed Brothers and next to the couple, the Chosen Layla, and
the offspring she had with Quinn, Luchas, who was in the last
bit of training to become a brother. Purity had a fondness for
Quinn, because he was someone she could relate with. His family
had also shunned him due to a genetic impurity.
Down the table, next to his mother and father, sat Dheviant.
Never looking at her or acknowledging her. Purity had to admit,
she felt bad about this. She thought he had cared, that he would
sit beside her and take her hand, at the very least, say good
evening and tell her she looked pretty in the green dress she
wore. Instead, it was if she didn’t exist. While she sat, trying
to catch his eye, Quinn caught her attention subtly. His
eyebrows raised and he looked down the table, trying to find
what she was looking at. She shook her head and feigned interest
in her mashed potatoes.
As First Meal drew down, the Brothers who were on shift that
night rose to get ready. She rose as well, attempting to catch
Dheviant’s eye, just to even see if he still wanted her to come
to his room. Nothing. As she walked out of the dining room, she
was grabbed by the hand and pulled into the library. In front of
her stood Quinn and Blay. The two brothers she felt were family,
well, better than family.
“Pure, which one were you staring at? You know they’re all
happily married, true?” Quinn asked, holding her by the
shoulders. Blaylock pulled on his arm and lead him over to the
over plush couch that sat in the middle of the room. She had
nothing to do but follow and sit across from them in one of the
two arm chairs.
“I was looking at nothing,” she said, attempting to hide her
guilt. Picking at her fingernails for something to do besides
looking up and meeting their eyes. She could feel them watching
her, and after the two months she had lived at the mansion, they
were the two she spoke with the most.
“Don’t lie to us, we’ve both been there. Wanting someone you
couldn’t have, or wanting someone you think you shouldn’t.
Seriously, since you’ve been here, when the fuck have you not
been able to talk to us?” Blay ask, smirking.
She felt her face get warm and she looked up at the two
Brothers. They were so happy and seemed so in love. How could
they have ever wanted something they couldn’t have? Of course,
she had been told their story, she knew it had taken a long time
for Quinn to come around. Even still, how was she supposed to
admit that she had lost her innocence to a Brother who wouldn’t
even acknowledge her? Mayhap, she should have thought of that
the night before, but now it was upsetting. She was already a
nuisance because of her eye, now she was deemed “unchaste.” She
would be the King’s problem forever. “The Brother I was watching
is unmarried… your Brother, Dheviant.”
As she looked up, she saw them look to one another with doubt
and worry in their eyes. It did not help the situation. What was
that word the Brother Butch liked to use? F*ck? It was not a
good sign from the Scribe Virgin.
Quinn stood and walked over to her, then kneeled. Even kneeling,
his eyesight was above hers. She could see the worry and stress
in his eyes, before he even began speaking. “You need to be
careful falling for that one. He has his father’s curse and it
is often far too much for him to deal with. If you want my
advice, I would say leave him alone. Don’t say more than a
polite ‘hello’ to him as you pass him in the hallway. Don’t get
me wrong, I would trust the Brother with my back in a fight,
he’s a great guy, but I wonder about his extracurriculars.”
Blay stood up and glared down at Quinn. “You know, I could have
said the same about you, love. You had your monsters inside that
I never thought you would tame, but you managed. The things you
did on the side bothered me, too. We learned to work and live
through them.” Blay shifted so now he was speaking to her, “I
would not go as far to count the guy out yet, just be careful
and if you need anything, we will be here to advise you.” She
watched Quinn think for a moment, then nod as well.
“My deepest thanks to you both,” she said hugging them and then
heading back to her room. When she was safely behind the door to
her room, she wondered, what had just happened. They had both
been adamant about her doing things slow with Dheviant, when the
night before she had wanted more. Should this be the advice that
she should take? Should she even go to his room tonight? Did he
even want her to? Scribe Virgin! What was the answer?
Purity could not stop thinking about Dheviant and what had
happened the night before, and more importantly, what had
happened in between for him to ignore her after such an intimate
evening. Had she done something wrong? Had he realized that she
was impure due to her eyesight and not worthy of him afterwards?
Or was it that she had given in to him so soon, that he thought
she was just a harlot. She needed to know.
Purity was angry and upset. She needed to at least know what she
had done. As she walked out of her room, and down the corridor
that hosted the Brothers and their families, she prayed to the
Scribe Virgin that nobody would walk out and see her. Luckily,
the Doggen had placed plaques on every room’s door, to show who
live inside. Her knees began to tremble as she passed Quinn and
Blay’s room, then again with more vigor as she went past Rhage
and Mary’s. Did they know their blooded son was treating her
this way? Had she actually had caring parents, they would be
forcing a marriage proposal to them right now.
She came upon the door that read “Dheviant” in the Old Language.
Although she knew she did not want to stand in the hallway any
longer to be found by a Brother leaving for the night, she had
lost her confidence. What if he didn’t want to see her?
Purity made a fist and knocked once on the door. As she turned
to go away, she heard Dheviant’s deep voice say “enter.” She
gripped the handle in her palm, and slowly turned the knob, not
knowing what to expect. When the door opened, he was quickly on
the other side to shut it behind her. Although she had seen him
that night, she had forgot how tall and muscular he was. It was
easier to see now, since he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and was
standing there in boxer briefs. She heard the lock click. “Take
off that dress, and anything under it. I want to see you.”
She reached up immediately to the strap on her shoulder that
held up her dress but as her hand slid it down one side of her
shoulder she wondered why?
“Because I told you to do it,” he answered. Purity realized she
had spoken out loud. Did she want to do this? Quinn and Blay
told her no. Her mind told her to be upset that he hadn’t spoken
to her and wanted to ask more questions, but as her eyes scanned
his body, she didn’t want to. He was as tanned as she looked
porcelain. His muscled took shape where hers were soft. “Now. Or
leave.”
She slid her straps down, and watched her dress fall into a pool
of light green at her feet. “I said underwear too.” She looked
up and saw his eyes looking down at her. Taking in everything
put before him. From what she could tell, he was pleased. With
one arm, she reached around her back and slipped the notches of
her bra, letting it fall down her arms and to the floor. As she
reached down to loop her thumbs through the sides of her
panties, her hands were knocked to the sides. “I’ll do it, it’s
faster.” She stood still as Dhev reached out to her sides and
ripped the fabric, so that, it too, fell to the floor. He
stepped backwards, looking at her. Nervously, she shifted her
hands to cover herself.
“Don’t. Go, to the bed, lay down.” Just like a well raised girl,
she did as told. Purity couldn’t believe she was in his bed.
Before her fantasy could come to life, Dheviant walked over and
pulled her arm up and latched it. He did the same thing to each
limb, to every corner of the bed. When he finished, he walked
down to the foot of the bed, where he could see her fully spread
open. He smiled, and walked into the bathroom. Leaving her
there. She heard the shower turn on and instantly she pulled her
arms. They were stuck. Handcuffs.
So, this is where she was. Stuck. She felt as if she should have
listened to Quinn and Blay. This is where she began to wonder
how she got herself into this position.
The water stopped. Her senses were apparently on high alert. She
wriggled on top of the duvet, attempting to free herself,
although a part of her didn’t want to be free. That part of her
wanted to know what was going to happen.
The door to the bathroom opened, but because it was on her left,
she couldn’t see it as well as she should have been able to. She
could only use the peripheral vision in her right eye to make
out the steam that was flowing out of the bathroom and the naked
(NAKED?) body walking out of it. She turned her head to face him
completely. He was, indeed, completely naked. She watched water
trickle down from his military cropped, blonde hair, down onto
his tanned body. Rippling over the muscles… She saw him smile.
He walked to the edge of the bed and slid two fingers against
the center of her. She watched them glisten in the light.
“You’re so ready, so willing.” His voice was deep, almost
menacing, a growl as he used the same hand to comb through his
wet hair.
“I’m going to ruin you. Just so you are aware of the
consequences of being with me,” he said, as he leaned across the
bed to straddle her. “No one will ever be good enough again, and
nobody will make you feel the way I can.” As he leaned down to
whisper this in her ear, she could feel his hardness sliding up
against the wettest part of her body. Without her permission, a
moan crept its way between her lips. Dheviant smiled. “So happy
to please… I can tell, you’ll be fun.”
She felt him pushing inside of her. Her slickness allowing him
in easily. She wanted to reach out, to grab onto him, but she
found herself restrained. Purity felt a growl form in her throat
and echo in the room. He looked into her eyes, intrigued. She
stopped moving inside of her as his lips went down to her ear.
“Do that again, and I will blindfold you.”
It wasn’t anything romantic. It was a promise though, she could
hear it in his voice. He began moving in and out of her, groping
her breasts while he did. She felt him lick a spot just above
her collar bone, and he shuddered. As her eyes opened in
surprise as she felt his fangs sink into her neck. Every pull he
took, was matched by him pushing himself into her. It was as if
she was being taken from all sides. Purity moaned out loud. She
felt the pressure once again, welling up inside her, and as he
kept going it got stronger. She wished to have her arms free so
that she could pull him down onto her… faster… harder… but Dhev
kept the same delicious rhythm. Finally, she felt herself
explode and spasm, her hips grinding into his, in attempts to
pull him closer.
His fangs pulled away from her skin and she felt him lick the
wound closed before his mouth was at her ear. “I felt you all
around me. You are so f*cking wet.” He slowed his agenda and she
felt his fingers slide up against her again. Then he brought
them to his mouth. “Huh, you taste as good as you look.”
Dheviant’s face was between her legs. BETWEEN HER LEGS. She felt
his tongue against her and she shuddered. Scribe Virgin, was
this even allowed? She felt him lick up the center of her and
she pushed further into him. Then, without warning, his tongue
was inside of her. It was as if every sense was standing at
attention. Her eyes were locked on the ceiling, she could hear
him licking against her wetness, like electricity. “Oh Scribe
Virgin!”
He looked up at her, from between her spread legs and grinned.
“Most just scream my name, baby.” He pulled himself back up so
he was inside of her. This time, he didn’t kiss her, he didn’t
speak to her. He just went as far and as deep as he could. She
struggled against the metal that bit into her wrist. It felt
good, it felt a little painful, it felt amazing, it felt like
nothing she had ever had.
Dheviant pulled away from her and once against aced himself in
his hand to shudder and release.
“Did your tattoo move?” Purity asked through sleepy eyes. She
could feel her lids weighing down.
“No. It didn’t, you need to go though, I have to go out.” Dhev
said as he reached towards the dresser for the leathers that
were laying on top. He had instantly tensed up. Through a
reawakened eye she watched him pull them on over his naked body.
He reached quickly for his black shirt to pull over his head.
Purity tipped her head curiously to the side and pulled on the
links that trapped her wrists. “You said tonight was your night
off.”
“I was wrong, you need to go back to your room. Now.” Dheviant ,
who was fully dressed, unlatched the two cuffs that held her
arms and the two that held her legs. Purity, sat up on his bed,
using her hands to censor her breasts. She sat up and walked
towards her dress that was still on the floor. Her underwear was
in shreds, but her dress covered her.
“During First Meal, are you going to ignore me again?” Purity
asked, arms hanging at her sides. When she looked at him, his
eyes looked like lava again.
“Go back to your room. I’ll be there before first meal,” he
said, as he ushered her out the door.
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Re: Black Dagger Brotherhood: Lover Freed, Dheviant's Story (AU)
By: mimosk Date: November 21, 2014, 3:35 pm
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Dehv had just sent Purity away, back to her room with a promise
he might not fulfill. With long strides he went to the bathroom
and looked at himself in the mirror. He could see his curse,
tattooed across his back and up to his neck. A small gift that
he had recieved from his father at birth. He knew the whole
story. His mother was said to be left unfertile, after many
treatments for cancer. She was never to hold flesh of her own
flesh.
Apparently, this was something his mother never wanted. That is,
until the Brothers started having young of their own. His father
watched his Shellan's agony as she longed for an infant. At one
point they had decided to adopt the coming young of another
family, who was not ready. They had met with the male and his
shellan, who was only months away from birth. Mary had been able
to place her hand on the belly and feel the young kick. They had
bought everything they would need for the young, and had even
thought of names for whatever it might be. When the female had
started going into labor, they had her taken to Manny and Jane,
Wrath had even insisted that Havers would be there to ensure a
healthy birth. Unfortunately, right in front of Mary's eyes, the
female and the baby died during the birth.
Mary had been inconsolable for months after, and Rhage was
getting worried. After speaking to Wrath and the Brothers, Rhage
went to speak to the Scribe Virgin. Down on his hands and knees,
he begged her. As tears ran down his eyes for his Shellan, he
offered his life to the Scribe Virgin if it meant Mary could
hold his young. So it seems, the Scribe Virgin had been feeling
somewhat... generous. She had told Rhage she could not end the
life of a Brother who she needed to fight, but she was willing
to make a deal. "The young will come. He will live, as will his
Maman. He will be strong and live to see the Brotherhood. He
will have your likeness, but your Shellan's eyes, I have always
admired them. This is not a gift, this is a trade, an
experiment. I will give you life, and you will give life unto my
design. You will pass unto him a gift like no other. Do we have
a deal?"
Rhage had told her yes. Within weeks, Mary was pregnant. With
Wrath and Beth as God Parents, they were there to name him when
Mary gave birth. Even before the young had been born, Wrath held
the name Dehviant close to his heart. When the young was born,
screaming and healthy, Rhage felt true happiness, until he heard
Mary's cry. As they pulled the young from her womb, she saw the
tattooed marking across his back. It resembled the same that her
Hellren had always worn. Rhage had not realized what the gift
the Scribe Virgin had been speaking of was his curse. As he
reached across, his skin was smooth. He had given his son the
Beast.
None, but the family of Brothers knew of his ailment, because
they had all been there. Dehv looked back through the bathroom
door to his bed. What he had done, just there, kept his beast at
bay. He had to have control in all things, because he still had
not found a way to control the beast, without controlling
others. Luckily enough for him, there were plenty of human
females, and a couple of their own, who were into that.
Obviously, he hadn't expected to go after the blind one, but
when he had caught her looking at him in curiosity the night
before, he wanted to see just how far her curiosity would take
them. Dehviant definitely had not expected a virgin, but he
wouldn't turn her away. Afterall, she was raised to do as she
was told, and he liked that.
As he reached the streets, Dehv saw Butch fighting with a
lesser, while Blay and John Matthew were tearing apart two more.
"Need any help guys?" Dehv asked chuckling. He had been hoping
to find a fight, but it seemed the Brothers had this down.
Within seconds, every lesser had been inhaled by Butch and he
was looking like sh*t. John Matthew signed that he would take
him back to the compound if Dehv wouldn't mind staying back with
Blay.
"First fight of the night?" Dehv asked.
"Yeah, haven't been able to find much. Seems like they're busy
with something else. Isn't tonight your off night anyway? Don't
you usually have something going on?" Blay said barely looking
over his shoulder. Dehv wondered what his problem was. Usually
he and Blay were somewhat tight. Obviously, most of the Brothers
knew what he was into on his off nights, but they never
mentioned it to his Mamen or the other Shellans, and usually
never brought it up themselves.
"I did, but I got an itch she couldn't scratch, true? That
cool?" Dehv asked peering at the other Brother while he cleaned
his knives. He could see that Blay was making a show of it,
taking mush longer than he normally would. The male looked like
he had something to say, but was doing his damnedest at keeping
it in.
"I think... young blood, that you need to find something else to
do tonight. I'm not your father, and I'm not able to keep tabs
on your monster tonight. No offense."
No offense? Seriously? He had never been told to go back home,
like some pretrans who didn't know what he was doing. He felt
his tattoo jerk around, wanting to be unleashed. If he didn't
get out and find something else to do tonight, the beast would
be making an apprearance, and he sure as hell didn't want it to
be around a Brother. "Yeah," Dehv said, with an edge of
annoyance in his voice, "I'm sure I can pick something up
instead of hanging out here."
Blaylock looked up from his knife at him and nodded, then
Dehviant was on his way.
In Caldwell, there were a few clubs that were open on the
weeknights. Mostly owned by ones of their race, and
predominantly owned or managed by John Matthew's Shellan Xhex.
Xhex was one badass f*cking female. She fought alongside the
Brothers some nights, and others, she tended her clubs. Styx and
Stones was his usual hangout. As he walked in the door, he
inhaled the mixture of sweat, alcohol, and menthol cigarettes.
His eyes scanned the room, looking for one of his usual girls,
but he came up flat.
"What's it going to be Dehv? The usual?" Phoenyx, his usual
bartender asked. She was hot, and of the species, but she was
dating Luchas, and that wouldn't end well. He couldn't imagine
how Luchas allowed her out, dressed up in tight leather pants
that seemed to have been painted on her, chains holding them
together, and a fringed leather corset. It was the uniform here.
Tight leather, anything that would suggest bondage, and a whip
or paddle for fun. The collar around her neck, made him imagine
holding the leash.....
"Yeah. Double whiskey, clean. Have you seen any of my other
usuals?"
"Brandii walked out earlier with a human male, and she's the
only one I've seen tonight. Heard that Freya's little sister may
be here later though, and I heard she's just like her, so if
anything, you've got that."
"Thanks." Dehviant sank down onto the red leather couch that
circled his table. A net of chains encompassed the VIP table so
he could watch what was going on around him without anyone
feeling comfortable with walking inside. Freya's little sister?
He'd never met her. Freya on the otherhand was human, but
sometimes he wondered. Porcelin skin, black waves of hair she
kept swept up in an old fifties do, and willing to kneel under
him so he can use her body as a footrest while he watches T.V.
after he dominates her. She was definitely one of his favorites.
As a submissive, she was damn near perfect. Always following his
rules, but would disobey just enough for punishment, because she
knew he liked it. How many times had he come home from his loft
in the morning with her blood red lipstick in rings around his
d*ick?
"Here ya go kid," Phoenyx said setting down his drink, "oh, and
the girl is here. Should I send her up?"
"Yeah.." he said sliding her a Benjamin and bringing the glass
to his mouth. Looking around he ensured all of his toys were
there. This was his usual booth and Xhex made d*amn sure
whatever he wanted was here, including leather curtains that he
could close under the metal chain ones, for some privacy.
Within minutes an innocent little blonde (obviosuly fake)
crawled on her hands and knees into his nest. This was
definitely Freya's sister. Her black leather, high heeled boots
went up to her thighs, from their hung a set of chain mail
panties and matching bra. In her mouth? Already a steel ball
gag. Her eyes were sky blue, and she might have made a very
pretty model if she hadn't come from where she did, and her
sister hadn't brought her into this life. Those circumstances
though, were not his concern. "My feet are tired," he said as he
propped them up on her back and continued watching the club's
patrons walk by.
Dehviant heard the knock from Phoenyx, signalling that the bar
would be closing soon. Rolling, his eyes, he took his feet away
from the back of the blonde and stood. He had a loft above the
club that he paid a small ransom for. Grabbing the girl by the
hair, he began walking her out of the club and up the back
steps, while she followed on her hands and knees.
Grey and black were the theme of the apartment. It was only used
for one thing, so there was no kitchen, living room, etc. Just
one giant room, with a bed, his toy chest, and a bar. Dehv led
the girl inside and removed the gag. "I need your name, age,
soft limits and hard limits. Now."
"Callie. 23. No limits."
Dehv smiled, and prayed she didn't see his fangs. No limit girls
were hard to come by. "In the middle of the room, there are
chains hanging from the ceiling and two cuffs on the floor. Go
to them." The girl crawled over, and he watched as her *ss shook
the entire way. He was getting excited. After his earlier
escapades, he didn't think he would need this tonight, but his
beast thought otherwise and he was happy that it called him out.
As nice as she was, virgin sex wasn't that great. Yeah, she was
tight, and yeah, he'd done it a second time... but she didn't
know how to be a sub, and until he taught her properly, he would
need this.
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Re: Black Dagger Brotherhood: Lover Freed, Dheviant's Story (AU)
By: mimosk Date: November 22, 2014, 12:01 pm
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Purity had a hard time keeping herself busy that night. As she
got back to her room and closed the door behind her, she could
feel tears stinging her eyes. Slowly she sank down to the floor,
her dress pooling around her. With her head resting on her
knees, she began to let the tears spring. She couldn't figure
out for the life of her why she was upset, hadn't he promised to
come see her before first meal? Her mind just kept flashing back
to him telling her to get out. Since she had come to the
mansion, not a single person had treated her that way, and from
what she could tell, none of the other Brothers treated their
Shellans that way. That was the thing though, she wasn't his
Shellan. She was a guest in the King's home, a burden he chose
to bear. Still though, weren't Brothers supposed to be the
protectors of the race? The Scribe Virgin's warriors on earth?
Perhaps, he didn't think she needed protecting? The only
communication she had with Dheviant besides the occasional "good
evening" or "excuse me" had happened within the last two nights
and those two nights she had taken her clothes off for him.
Maybe... if she started acting like female of worth, he would
treat her like one. Perhaps, if she took care of him too, like a
Shellan should, he would want her around.
After a hot shower, and redressing, Purity made her way down to
the dining room where the rest of the family was for the mid
meal. Of course, the Brothers who were out fighting were still
gone, along with Phury and Vishous. It seemed to be a ladies
night for dinner. She saw Mary at the end of the table near
Cormia and Queen Beth. Now, these were beautiful females of
worth. How could she ever imagine to be like them? Queen Beth
caught her eye and motioned for her to come down to the end of
the table with them.
"Purity, I feel as if we haven't spoken in forever!" Queen Beth
said as Purity took her seat next to Cormia and across from
Mary. "How are you enjoying life here? I know it can get pretty
boring when you can't really go out."
"No, my Queen," Purity said shaking her head, "I have found life
among the Brotherhood very fascinating. The Manor is quite big,
so I usually spend my evenings trying to find my way around."
"I had the same problem when I moved in here," Mary said
laughing. Purity looked to the brown eyed woman as she smiled at
her. Heavy footsteps came in through the door and Purity saw
Wrath lead by his faithful George and Rhage walk over to their
females. The love in their eyes could be seen by all.
"Beth, let's go to my office... I wish to discuss things..." The
look in the King's eyes proved there would be little talking
done, and the Queen's girlish giggle confirmed it. Rhage brought
Mary's hand to his lips as she stood and walked away with him.
Feeling the odd one out, Purity waved at Cormia and went to
travel the halls. Just a bit before dawn, everyone was once
again called to the dinner room for Last Meal. Happily, Purity
went, in yet another outfit that she had thought of Dheviant
while picking it out. It was a light blue gown, that clung to
her hips, long sleeves made of see through lace covered her
naked body underneath. She remebered that Dheviant had taken a
liking to her naked skin, and was hoping he would notice the
lack of underwear.
When she made it down to the dining room, she noticed through
the tall crowd of standing Brothers, that Dheviant had yet to
show up. Perhaps he was still out in the streets? But, no,
because Butch, Blaylock, and John Matthew had all returned. They
wouldn't have left him out on his own to fight with dawn so
quickly approaching. It was unheard of. The King and Queen sat,
followed by the others and only three seats were empty. Vishous,
Doc Jane, and Dheviant.
Across from Blay and Quinn, with them knowing her secret, she
tried not showing concern that he had not yet come to Last Meal.
Everyone seemed so happy, and not concerned with his absense.
The chicken was superb and the wine was one of her favorites.
Her eyes cast down the table, to see Queen Beth and Wrath
feeding eachother from their plates. The gesture in itself was
sweet, but the truth behind it was utterly romantic. To feed
another from your own plate, with your hands showed the need to
take care of the other, to put their life before your own. A
sigh escaped her lips.
"Butch, where is my blooded son?" Rhage asked between bites of
roasted potatoes. Hearing this, had purity been an animal, she
was sure her ears would have perked up to listen better.
"I'm not sure, I took in three f*cking lessers tonight, so John
Matthew drove me back. We left him with Blay."
Purity could feel her stomach drop like lead and her body freeze
up. She shifted her eyes to Blay, who was looking at her with
intensity, but as soon as he could feel the eyes of the others
on him, yahned casually and looked away from her. "It was a slow
night, I didn't see a reason for him to be out on his night off.
Hell, I didn't even find anything after. Last I knew he was
heading out to one of Xhex's places."
She could see the glances that Blay was trying to
inconspicuously give Quinn, and almost as quickly as the subject
was brought up, it was dropped. Using her fork to move her food
around the plate she tried to catch Blaylock's eyes again, but
with no avail. Had he said something to Dheviant when they were
alone? Perhaps Dheviant had just been to tired when he came back
and had went straight to bed. He'd promised her, hadn't he? A
Brother's word was truth. Mayhap, Blay was just trying to keep
Purity from doing what he and Quinn didn't think she should be
doing... they had exchanged those funny looks.
After dinner was over, and everyone was begining to head back to
their own rooms for the day, Purity had an idea. Dheviant would
surely be hungry when he came to her after missing Last Meal,
and she would make sure that his hungers were satisfied. Before
heading to her bedroom, she went to the kitchens and asked for a
plate of the chicken, and some cut up fruits to be made up.
Happily the older man put it together for her, before he sent
her on her way.
In her room, she placed the tray of foods in the refridgerator,
thinking cold chicken was better than it being spoiled, and
looked around the room. What else could she do to show Dheviant
she'd been thinking about him while he'd been away? Due to their
rooms and the manor having steel window shutters, they would
still be able to wander around the mansion, which meant that
Dhev could be there at any moment.
She stood up, walked over to the candles on her dresser and lit
them, then blew them out again. Candles were far too romantic.
Biting her lip she looked around. He liked her being tied up,
she knew that. He also liked her naked. Rushing to her closet,
Purity pulled out some wraps what belonged to her gowns and ran
to her bed, tying one at each post. They didn't match, and
surely the silk would be thoroughly ruined after being tied into
the knots, but it would have to do. Once again, she rummaged
through her closet, if she was going to be naked, she would
still need something to make her... feel pretty. In the boxes
she had brought from home, Purity found a pair of satin heels
and white stockings, with matching garter. Her parents had
believed in Old World clothing, which meant no cotton beige
tights, but actually stockings. Sliding out of her dress, she
felt the goosebumps traveling across her skin. It was exciting
and nerve wracking at the same time. Finally, dressed just in
the stockings, belt, and shoes, she sat down on her bed. With
some plumped up pillows, she did her best at attempting a
"temptress" pose.
The sunrise had to be up already, which meant that Dheviant
would have to be back. She thought of him walking through his
room and shedding his clothes. The picture of him standing
beneath the shower, naked, was enough to rid her of the
goosebumps. She felt a warmth between her legs and moved into
another position. She could just imagine him walking down the
hallway to her room. Smelling of body soap and the leathers that
donned his body... she twisted her body around, with one arm
behind her head on the pillows, and one just above her navel.
Her covered legs twisted just enough to show their length, but
to hide the center of her womanhood.
A hand, rough yet soft, was trailing across her abdomen, before
she felt lips caress the area, tickling her skin with a warm
tongue. She opened her eyes and turned over, her hair mussed
from the pillows. Dhev was sitting on her bed, running his hands
over her naked body, eyes eating in every detail. Her eyes met
his, and without being asked, she raised her arms above her head
and crossed them at her wrists. She watched a smile play at his
lips, the tips of his fangs could be seen. She was wet between
her legs already, and he seemed to notice, her scent filling the
air.
His hand skimmed down her legs, over the stocking, then back up
underneath the belt. She felt his hand between her legs, edging
them apart before his finger moved inside of her. A gasp caught
in her throat, a hand moved to cover the one inside of her. With
his free hand, he moved it back above her head, and found one of
her nipples with his teeth. There had been no hellos, or time
for her to feed him as planned, everything was silent, but the
heavy breaths she was taking. Then, breaking the silence, she
heard his zipper come undone. It was as if ever nerve of her
body stood at attention, waiting for the pleasure that would
come once he was inside of her. Instictively, she parted her
legs, to give him room to enter. She heard him chuckle and
watched as he shook his head. Dheviant stood and grasped her
shoulders with his hands, pulling her up off of the bed so she
was standing on the floor. The carpet beneath her feet was
softer than she remembered, as he untied one of her wraps from
the bed and used it to tie her hands behind her back. Purity
then felt his knee against the back of her own, as he assisted
her down into the kneeling position.
He stood before her once more, with his manhood level with her
eyes. Wondering what would happen next she looked up at him
through hooded eyelids. She felt his hand slide behind her kneck
and press her head forward towards his Phearsome self. Though
she had never done this before, her mouth went open around him,
like she knew what to do. It just seemed right. Almost
instantly, his hand tightened around the back of her neck and
hair. She could feel him pushing into her mouth and she wondered
how far he might go, already it seemed as if he was poking the
back of her throat. Faster and faster he pushed into her mouth.
"Suck!" she heard him say in hastened breath.
The next time he pushed forward, she tightnened her lips and
sucked on him as he had told her to. He went on and on, she
could feel herself dripping down her legs. How was this act
making her feel this way? Purity felt Dheviant's other hand
grasp her breast, squeezing in rhythm as he filled her mouth.
Then, without warning, he pulled away from her, picked her up
and placed her so she was leaning over the bed. She moved her
face to the right, and saw him standing behind her. With his
knees, he spread her legs apart and entered her from behind.
"Scribe Virgin! OH!"
Dheviant quickened his pace and she pushed back against him,
moaning and panting, she could feel the pressure building up
inside of her as she begged for release...
A knock awoke her and Purity rushed to cover herself as she saw
her bedroom door open.
"Pure? It's almost time for- Oh Sh*t!" Quinn had come walking
through the door, saw her and quickly backed out. Trying to gain
her bearing, Purity looked around her. Everything was still
exactly as it had been while she was waiting for Dheviant to
come. Bed made, except where she had just thrown the comforter
over her, wraps, still tied to the bed posts. "Uh... you okay in
there?"
Rolling her eyes in embarassment, she hung her head. "Yes, I
am... covered if you wish to enter." She felt her cheeks warm as
Quinn poked his head in. His cheeks seemed to be red as well. "I
uh, wanted to let you know it is almost time for First Meal, I
was just going to knock but I thought I heard you yelling... I-
uh.. sorry about that."
"Thank you, I'll be down in a bit." Had she really been yelling
out loud? Had all of that truly been a dream? Had Dehviant
really not come at all?
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