Lives of Old, Forsaken (Redd)

[Venser Rush]

The Familiar was utterly perplexed. It fell silent for several moments as Venser Rush and the Kelvic had kissed, the Familiar noting that Redd had even pressed back into it.

Mizaharians... You're all depraved, deviant fiends wearing the flesh of a harmless vessel... You wrought her eye from her skull and now what? A happy ending? Disgusting... Do all creatures with vivaporous reproduction systems think so irrationally? Is this love? Twisted up and depraved as the light face of Fyrden?

Venser listened to the Familiar speak his thoughts into the Rush twin's mind but cast them aside, more than content to leave the Kirt wading in the depths of its own lack of understanding as Venser pressed forward. When he finally pulled away, Venser felt his heart pacing in his chest. There was no love for the Kelvic, though the warmth of physical contact held its own appeal. He sought after it, and he had felt that Redd did, as well. Not that it would matter in either case. Slaves were meaningless to anyone but their master in Ravok, allowed the right to live, but little else.

Venser listened to the hitches in Redd's voice, the grin still present upon his face until it faded. Redd backed herself against the alley's wall, quite unable to retreat and in any case, Venser knew that her desire to leave was a fallacy. He stepped forward, taking upon her once again. His hands went to take both of hers, holding her at the wrists and pinning his hands upon the wall as he leaned forward,

"Liar. You will go nowhere. Once I am done with you, I will return you to your precious master."

The Rush twin again pressed his body to hers, taking no care for the fact that Redd's ribs were injured. He fell flat against her and sought after her lips once again. Venser would claim a complete victory with this, both over body and mind, for he could feel that Redd was submitting. Submission in a way that she could not with her undead Master. Venser sought release for the urge to control, finding it in totality in the Kelvic who he had maimed.

Karn continued to project his revulsion, though he kept the remainder of his thoughts to himself, decidedly allowing Venser to participate in what the Familiar perceived to be hormonal insanity,

Did I miscalculate? Was I unable to correctly judge these two? Mizaharians are far more complicated than the Fyrdenese... The implementation of their repulsive reproductive systems was something I did not take into account...

The Rush twin continued to pin the Kelvic to the wall, seeking after the totality of victory as he parted her lips with his own. The Familiar slowly brought itself from Venser's wrist, climbing downard on the man's body, who would not notice in the midst of his conquest. He would make his way back to the Malt House and settle with Venser's things. He sought after the seclusion of being outside of their range of communication, if only for long enough to reconsider his course of action.

Venser, on the other hand, pressed forward with renewed vigor as he realized that the Familiar's thoughts had ceased their interruptions. He had eyes only for his conquest. He sought to pave his victory with her body, claiming it as his first conquest since being bedridden for so long. Claiming it as he felt the burdens of his previous destruction at Miro's hand were cleansed of him. This behind only the suppressed fury, forgotten in the midst of other, stronger emotions as his hands sought to rid the Kelvic of her clothing.

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[Redd]

Venser did what Redd had hoped that he wouldn’t, he stepped towards her, capturing her hands within his own and a soft growl bubbled to her lips. This action was paired with a small attempt at trying tug her own hands free from his own and she found nothing but resistance, she was trapped… Again. His words fell upon her hearing and a shiver travelled down the length of her spine. Once he was done? He wasn’t going to inflict mo… Her thoughts fell short as his body pressed to her own once again, trapping her body against another wall, once again. This caused her ribs to jolt more pain throughout her form. However, instead of ripping out her last remaining eye, his lips sought hers and found them with a brutality to them. She could feel his lips demanding, demanding that she give in, to just simply allow it all to happen. Her mind however screamed at her, demanded that she should find some escape route even though her body was pinned by this man’s own form. Revenge was her path, revenge and it would begin with killing of the man before her! His words, paired with his actions began to sink in though. The beast within her wanted nothing more than to allow this pairing, for he was dominant and he had proved that time and time again.

However, the wolf didn’t know what complete submission was, considering she had never completely submitted to anyone before. Both of her previous and presents masters only demanded her loyalties, never had they demanded anything from her body. Venser demanded this of her now, his lips, grip and body brutal in their demand. Pain and pleasure began to mix into one and she felt her own form press back into his own, a sigh finally parting her lips. The taste of him was now upon her tongue and she wanted more, craved more. A soft growl worked its way to her lips once again, although it wasn’t one of warning, but of wanting. She wanted more from this man, she sought more from him. The young wolf could do this couldn’t she? She could demand such a thing right? He had already shown his strength, he had already taken something from her and although she was giving in to the lust that was plaguing her body, she would still seek her revenge, for it was her revenge that kept her pushing onwards. While he may be dominating her body now, once she felt like she could take him, she would kill him.

For now however, the wolf within was telling her to follow a more baser instinct. Just because she was chasing physical satisfaction now, didn’t mean that she couldn’t have her revenge. She would just take this and kill him later, however, to take would mean that she had to submit to him, at least in body. In mind however, it was set upon revenge. Pain… It coursed throughout her as his rough hands sought to rid her of her clothes. Although pleasure was also found to be had within this and she realized that the pain she felt, only heightened the pleasure she was having. Without pain, there could be no pleasure, because without the pain putting every sensory nerve on high alert, it wouldn’t fully register the pleasure that now also coursed through her body. The thought dawned on her and she realized that there could be no pleasure without pain, something that Venser must have known all along. Suddenly her actions would then become more urgent as she too was now set upon ridding their bodies of their clothes. Her hands were now free to clutch at his clothes, to make a demand of her own; for him to be rid of his own clothes. Her fingers worked at the man's buttons on his shirt, to pop them open and run her nails down along his shoulder blades seeing as his chest was pressed to her own.

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[Venser Rush]

The progression from resistance to submission was not gradual for Redd. The blonde felt it as he pressed against her that her hands had ceased their struggle against him. He felt her lips work against his as they parted, tongue darting forth to seek out unfamiliar and deeply desired taste. Exploration of Venser's conquest was tantamount, the man's tongue swash against hers, his head tilting to allow the movement a greater freedom. As he lowered his hands, he continued to note the lack of resistance, the beast's will completely lost to the momentary submission of it all. Desire was a sensation not easily ignored, and Venser had been correct in his assumption that Redd was a masochist. And thus, he would give her the pain she so desperately needed to combine with pleasure. The Rush twin took the woman's lips between his teeth, biting upon it as his hands pushed down the black cloak. However, there was no desire or patience to remove her shirt.

He tore into the fabric with his nails, ripping it apart with eager tears upon the garment. Redd's breasts were exposed to him next, his own shirt removed at the same time, his coat thankfully left with his possessions inside of the Malt House. The Rush twin separated slightly from the Kelvic, enough for his push to have force as he sent her against the wall again, plunging forth to capture her lips again, Venser's hands moving to her hips and loosening the hold that her pants had upon them. The garment was thrown from her body as the Rush twin's arms gripped at Redd's thighs, the man squaring his posture and lifting her up, intent on having a thigh on each side of his own hips. He would take her.

No, he would consume her. Venser Rush would take the Kelvic who had defied him. He sought to dominate the being who had refused him. He would devour the woman who desired him. Venser raised Redd from the ground and again pushed her against the wall, taking no care for trivial things such as gentleness or the state of the Kelvic's ribs. She was his to consume this day, and there was no caution when the beast devoured his prey. Venser then pressed into the woman, aligning himself with her before it was done. Movements of the hips coincided with his desire as he felt the want build in his mind. Each rock of the hips brought it to grow, further and further, and a thought rose from deep within him, nearly monstrous in tone, furious and wanting as he screamed in his skull. The words flared in his mind, ripping into his psyche,

TAKE. ABSORB. DEVOUR.

The unconscious mind, the suppressed desire. Venser's Leeching initiation, unused and untested finally sought its release. The taint in his soul had wedged the desire deeply into him, and it was only once Venser's hunger for another, his desire to consume in the mundane sense, was tantamount that it found release.

For the voice was undeniable, Venser's eyes opening wide as his fingernails dug deeply into Redd's thighs. Blood trickled at his fingertips as nails continued to dig into her flesh, only stopping when he pushed himself flat against her again, ceasing movement altogether for a moment as the voices magnified in volume. And it was when he began to move again that he began to steal the very djed from her body. The overwhelming desire ruled over him as he felt toxic, burning djed flow into his blood, the sensation akin to the consumption of alcohol, though rather than in his throat, he felt it in his chest, permeating through the entirety of his body. The feeling was both agonizing and intoxicating, both blissful and infernal as Venser Rush felt djed trickling into his body. It strengthened him yet tortured him, and the Rush twin found it to be a reverie that he could not fathom the depth of. The union of man and woman was met in equal fortitude with the theft of the Kelvic's very identity.

Ten ticks of burning agony filled his chest as Venser Rush Leeched for the first time in his life, the Rush twin pulling his nails from within the flesh of her thighs, his palms removing themselves from Redd's body as the burning began to twindle. Thoughtless and laden still with want, Venser stared at the Kelvic, his breath hot upon her neck as he demanded more of her.

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[Redd]

Pain riddled her body, but the young wolf was beginning to enjoy it, embrace the pain as her lips parted and a soft cry passed them. Venser was none too gentle and since when had he ever been gentle? Never, had he been gentle throughout their encounters and she felt his teeth bite down hard upon her bottom lip while she pressed her body closer to him, seeking, wanting as her cloak fell from her body to pool at their feet in a black puddle. Her nails dragged down along his shoulder blades just as she heard a ripping sound. A growl settled upon her lips then as her lips sought his out once more, feeling the black ruined shirt pulled away from her skin, only for her breasts to be revealed to him. She was never shy about her form and she wasn’t going to be now, even though her scars were on show for him. She felt him separate from her for only a moment before he slammed her back into the wall and a cry of pain parted her lips which had become claimed once again by the man’s brutal lips. Her lips pushed back into his own, biting down upon his bottom lip as she growled softly.

It was strange to want two separate things from the same man, pleasure and his death. It caused conflictions and while she didn’t need those conflictions, she wanted him in both ways regardless. Her fingers worked at those pants of his loosening them just as her own fell to the street underneath her. She felt those brutal hands of his grasp her thighs and lift her so then they were on either side of his form, her legs helping him by clasping them around his form, her ankles wrapping together behind the man so then to hold herself there in place around his hips. He pressed her to the wall again and a pained cry erupted from her once again while her nails dug in to his shoulders to hold herself against him. Her hazel hue glared at him before she begin to feel the man press himself into her. It hurt as he removed the one thing that meant that she had never been touched by another man, the one thing that had screamed her innocence. More pain that was not cause by her ribs, rocketed through her form and she threw her head back against the wall, a cry parting her lips as blood trickled down from between her legs. However with each movement of his hips, pleasure was sent through her form and a hand gripped his hair while she pressed her lips to his in a manner of urgency.

His nails dug into her thighs then as he pushed himself flat against her, her hazel hue reflected confusion for a moment as she looked into his wide eyes. However, he soon began to move once more and a choking sensation suddenly constricted her lungs and she could barely breath, much like as if a hand had gripped her throat once again. Her eye stared at Venser then as oxygen wheezed into her lungs but no sound came forth, almost as if her jaw had been locked tight and someone threw away the key. Pain tore through her as well as the pleasure that he was wreaking on her, she wanted to cry out with it all, she wanted nothing more than to grip him tightly against her, but she could no longer move, she could only stare back at him. Confusion swept through her at this as he continued to ravish her, demand from her. A howl of anger welled up within her than and she wanted to rip out of her stilled form, while the pain she had felt turned into pure agony that tore through her. Yet still he continued to demand from her, demand what? She didn’t know, just that she was powerless to do anything as she could feel her strength leave her body, the familiar darkness slowly coming down around her as her eye rolled back into her head. The last thing she was aware of, was the man’s hot breath upon her pale neck before she simply lost consciousness.

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[Nemesis]

Redd

Skills	*	*
Disguise	*	+1
Intimidation	*	+1
Observation	*	+3
Rhetoric	*	+1
Seduction	*	+1
Stealth	*	+2
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Lores

*No Pleasure Without Pain

* Using Seduction as a Diversion

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Consequences, Injuries, Expenses, and More!

• Drained of energy - with rest, full recovery in two days.
• Exacerbated rib cage injury. Another five days to heal time.

Venser Rush

Skills	*	*
Skill 1	*	+??
Skill 2	*	+??
Skill 3	*	+??

Lores

* Lore 1

* Lore 2

* Lore 3

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Consequences, Injuries, Expenses, and More!

• ??
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• I’d love to give you a lore in Leeching or something but she passes out! Seduction xD I like it. Don’t like the pairing, though… it’s creepy.