User blog:MockingJester/No laughing matter

Jeremy turns, his hands risen to meet the side of his shoulders, keeping a certain distance from Louise, cheeks flustered in the same crimson tide as her eyes gleaming in the evening. A stark contrast to the orange tide washed upon the sky preparing to concede its spot to the night.

"Jeremy, how I have waited for you...~ Louise speaks in a tone dripping with desire, yet restrained by her usual will of dignity "Though I've unfortunately briefly conceded to this volatile supplement of these mushrooms. I did not think it was supposed to be the intended meal you've presented to me~

"Ohh, that explains it". Jeremy sets his hands on the table, seeing his mistress having regained a measure of control over the virulence of the mushrooms. He knew all too much about their concentration, their goading.

Miss Louise's haughtiness' had saved the day...though from where he looked, anyone else would spot something else in the glint of her eyes. Expectations? "I was worried for a moment. That you would..."

"Would what?" Louise takes decisive steps toward her butler still affiliated with the casual napkin on his arm, causing the same to backtrack "That I would think of taking hold of you?"

"Well...hum--" His eyes divert from the blond-haired vampire dressed in gold and crimson, the gilded finish taking a humble ratio as her hair does.

"That I would dare yield to this supplement's basic desire..." The snap of fingers travels through his body, shaping the impact of magic on his back. A wall, gestated in a mere second to impede on his pace.

"Well, no--

"...to degrade myself with a man serving under my heel?" His movement halted under the short seconds of reaction, Jeremy's senses were all drafted to the front where his mistress had already walked up to his torso, her ample chest elegantly asserting its presence over "Is that what you expected, Jeremy? Longed for? Waited for? Anticipated?"

Her breath is laced with the remnants of the spice-induced fungi, their mere presence on this domain, the result of a scam. It tickles his nostrils, tempting him behind a pair of inquiring eyes. Looking for...an answer.

This is the first time Jeremy feels the ample weight of his mistress' body washed over him. Way beyond the subtle touch of her fingers, it conveys a strong longing, exposed by the assimilation of so many raging mushrooms, hiding something...

"Hahahaha! By the gods, no!" His voice booms into laughter, an explosive response enough to dislodge the vampire from his chest, her expression, changed. For a moment, from his eyes lifted to the sky in giggling, disappointment. A sharp split second of unfiltered disappointment twisting her visage.

It changes back in the fall of his stare back to her "No, no. That would be the last thing coming to my mind". The wall dissipates, letting him his breathing space "Why would that be my thought? I mean, I am but a man to a mountain".

"Hmm, quite right you are, Jeremy. I was worried about potential delusion. Almost enough to wonder whether you deliberately left those for me to eat".

"No...no..." he shakes his head "...no. That would be a pipe dream for a man afflicted with wishful thinking".

"Good to see my etiquette actually stuck with you. You know your place. That is good".

"Of course. It's not like I'd ever get a chance like that even if..." he stops mid-sentence, looking at the splinters at the door "Ohh, right! The door! Better clean-up after that!"

Running to the kitchen, Jeremy goes to come back, leaving Louise alone. Alone and frustrated. A hand cups on her skirt, clenched on the fabric. Her other hand bowls to a fist "Is that what you really think?"

Whispers through her breath seep behind her subtle glide to her quarters "You seriously think I'd so casually eat this bundle of fungi without knowing what they truly were? To then present to you in this state?"

Her breath becomes hotter, shorter "Tsk...Jeremy...you absolute...oblivious nitwit! I would have thought my gradual approaches would have unbound this overwhelming servitude keeping you idle..."

The door to her quarters opens with her reaching for the edge of her bed. Waving a hand summons, via a mist of crimson power, a few toys of 'intimacy' "To think I ingested these...vulgar things...just for him to be so blind..."

Moans begin to fill the room in an effort to subdue the mushrooms' effect "Next night...definitively next night, with a clear mind". Her eyes sharpen between moans, fully integrated with a predatory's gaze. Fangs rose in a stern tone before falling once more to her feminine voice "I'll make him see..." --- A week passes, days and nights of mistress and servant wholly avoiding the other. Well, mostly the mistress steering from her butler, often given to shower the man in scolding glares in a perceived ignorance. None the wiser, he merely continued his duties and services, looking no more to find out, mostly thanks to the little confidence he bears within.

His purpose in life, while far from the gutters, one of a minion's. He was no one to ask any question, even with his inquiry poking the mind... -- "Jeremy!" The vampire's voice rings through the dining halls under the fall of an evening.

"Coming!" His sprint is flawless, disallowing even one drop of a wine jug to drip to the floor. His pouring technique is as peerless, filling her glass, exactly the thing to down a golden 'filet mignon'. Looking at the window outside, the butler knows how soon it is for this day's service to end. There was surprisingly little she asked him to do, leaving him with much time on his hands. He expected as much for the rest of the day seeing as Louise rarely needed of him. However...

"Jeremy..." Looking away from the window, the servant is met with a semi-gleaming gaze glaring back at him "I'm going to need you to pass to my bedroom soon enough".

"Of course...pass by your quarters.." he nods, wholly oblivious to the sentence, earning him a seeming searing glower.

"Yes...my quarters" Her voice teems with a hint of...bile? "Bring a box of tissues with you. I no longer have any inside. And...you may disrobe to a more comfortable attire by the time".

"As you wish, mistress..." Once again, the brief glow of a scolding stare illuminates her eyes. Once again, it sinks under the waves of her casual haughty demeanor. She watches him walk away, occasionally sipping on her wine. Anticipation grows with her. Starvation no longer... --- Nightfall. Jeremy passes by the cupboard with a fresh box of tissues and inquiry on his mind "Hmm, I wonder why she would need of one like this. I don't recall mistress coming down with a case of allergies..."

He walks through the empty halls of this modest, yet sublime palace in a pajama set. A nightcap adorns his head, dazing him in this perpetual sleepy state as the pull of dreams call to him.

His pace does bring him to the mistress' quarters. With a knock, he yawns a brief relief from tiredness as to present himself as diligent to Louise, for he doubted she would take to a sleepy servant.

"Come in~ a voice calls to him. Particularly warm.

"Huh, maybe she is coming down under a case of allergy..." His head plastered against the door, Jeremy thinks of this answer, though he lets this thought drift away as he opens the door...

...to a lascivious vampire adorned in lingerie. A pale pink shade looking more to emphasize her assets than cover them. The cheeks on his face gain an immediate spur of heat, prompting him to divert his eyes, an act that, unbeknownst to him, sends off a miasma of disapproval.

"Ma'am, your...your box..." Jeremy's walk becomes clumsy in his attempt to bring the sought-after the item. Louise's gaze locks on to him and his attempt to avoid directly looking at her. A hidden insult to one looking to offer to the tactless man so desperate to bypass a gaze.

"I'm sorry, mistress..." These words, so distant "I did not know you were dressed in a fashion that would be forbidden for me to look upon. I shall go now". His arm now covers his eyes, guiding him to the door. Quickly.

The doorknob is touched. Turned. Turned...turned. "Huh?" He turns the knobs again and again. It follows his decree, but rebels at the thought of opening.

"What the--

"Jeremy!" Louise's voice booms through the room "Remove your hand from my door this instant!"

"Y-yes ma'am!" he does so immediately, blinded by his own arm. Unable to see the lock and knob enthralled by the miasma of her arcane, acting against his will to open.

"Turn".

"Ma'am?"

"Jeremy, turn to me!"

"Ma'am!" He turns to the direction of the voice, still feeling her at the edge of her bed.

"Your arm..." This time, she does not merely speak in a warmer tone. Gesturing with a finger, the same miasma pulls to his pajama hand, tugging on the fabric. Slow and inevitable, it draws his features from the limb.

"Mistress?" His eyes, however, closed.

"Your eyes, boy. Open them. I wish to ask something".

"Y-y-yes ma'am!" Taking on a soldier's stance, Jeremy opens his eyes, lining up with the chandelier to the ceiling. Lowered, by her arcane mist once more, to line directly at her sultry shape.

"Jeremy. Tell me, do you enjoy the sight?" A smile crowns her face, tempted to scoff away the usual look of a dignified lady, instead, seeking to usher in the look of a man close to her.

"W-w-well, of course, ma'am! You are a beautiful mistress no matter what you wear!" His trembling voice speaks, rewarded with a scolding glare from the vampire. In the usual setting, an answer such as this would satisfy her, knowing her minion thinks highly of her.

Right now, this was but the vague words of a man bound by cowardy shackles. She taps on the bed, at her side "Come. Sit" "But ma'am that would involve being extremely near you--" His voice once again breaths in a subservient tone, one wincing at her teeth.

"Jeremy! I did not ask for your concern! I asked you to take a seat!"

"Yes, ma'am!" He rapidly runs to the side of the bed, at her side. Idle as a statue, waiting on what she was thinking. His stance, hunched, recoiling, sure to avoid making direct contact with her.

"Ohh Jeremy, still so oblivious, are you? Even sitting by my side, you still quiver..." She touches his arm, feeling the stiffness of the limb unfamiliar to this very place, to this very touch attempting to soothe it.

Her eyes take on a softer gaze "Perhaps did I go a bit too hard on you, my darling. All this time, I was shaping you as a servant with no regard to your own will. And now, you tremble at something that should instead push you forward".

She shakes her head "Nothing to speak of my explicit approval of your services. No encouragement, no kind word, no reward. Nothing that a true mistress should give to her minion when he works so diligently..."

Her head gently lays on his shoulder, stiff as ever "And now, you refuse to take a step forward. Even when I ingested those vulgar things as to make myself honest....vulnerable to you, to goad you to my truest intentions...you still froze, denied it as I trained you..."

"Ma'am...it...it would seem that perhaps you are...inebriated..." Soft laughter comes to his ear, punctuated by her lapping a leg across his waist, allowing her to sit on his lap.

~Don't be silly. Vampires cannot become intoxicated by mere alcohol. That is why I had this merchant sell you those mushrooms. They're much stronger, and I thought that...well, you'd be incentivized to...~ Her words are left to drift, waiting on him to finish this sentence in an intimate manner.

"Wait, you knew they were--

~Ohh dear, it seems I really did inhibit you. To flee so earnestly from the fruit I offer you, fearful of this hidden canvas I do not carry. A man so scared of his newly anointed wife will not do, my dear Jeremy~

"Wife? Ma'am--" His lips are shut by her own crimson pair. His tastebuds are in rapture with the concentrated wine of vanilla. A particular bottle laid by her cupboard, stylized with tiny blonde wings at the bottom.

Their lips part from one another, the two breathing in short interval. Jeremy's feelings all flood from the back of his mind, to a very glad vampire ~That's...more like it, my love. And...yes. Wife. Your wife. The wife that wishes to restart everything. Please...disrobe me...~

"Louise..." Her name slips out of his lips, his tension-relieved state already giving leeway to much-kindred tones. A finger presses against them ~Shh...disrobe me. The time for words has passed. Now, I claw away at this mask I forced your in...~

His hands move to meet her back, plucking away at a pin keeping her chest from spilling to the exposed sight of the butler, prompting him to flinch somewhat. To gaze to longly at his...wife's natural body already spurned his body. A reaction now prompting Louise to flinch under the increasing flow of blood somewhere.

Her eyes no longer feed him the indignation, dethroned by the stare of a woman eager to please ~I'm glad to see how eager you are, even with the mistreatment I've given you. But first...~ Her eyes lower, her hands cling to his nape. She knows how...trying this could be to ask "I'm sorry to ask in such callous manner but...do you trust me?"

"Trust you?" Jeremy looks to her eyes. The majority of his lingering placidity, gone in an instant. Demonstrated by a hand he places to her cheek "I know what you would ask of me, ma'am. Anyone willing to...pick up a gutter boy from the street is trustworthy. Even when you were...harsh. You weren't. That you ask for my consent..."

His hand moves from her cheek to the back of her head, gently pressing it against his nape. The precious spot a vampire will covet time and time over. The vigor that flows through it, waiting for her feeding session. Her eyes close. Her arms, clenched on his back, trembling "I'm sorry...It'll be short, I promise. And then...then..."

A brief sharpness punctures Jeremy's neck, doubled in origin. Louise's fangs are deeply embedded in the flesh of his neck. Blood follows soon enough in dripping quantity, the quality, quick to satiate her.

She moves from it, leaving the holes to scar and heal, still leaking with tiny droplets of blood. Her lips, stainless, no drop wasted. Absolutely none. Her back snugs up to the bed. Her hands come clenching to the bars of the bed's head, shackled by miasma taking on the shape of cuffs, making her defenseless to Jeremy's whim.

~I have taken a parcel of your blood. In exchange, I give you my...innocence~ Her voice is utterly dipped in devotion and hunger. Love and lust. His blood, the catalyst to wake her womanly instincts, yearning to be touched, ravished in the same way he served under her. A clean start, as she stated.

"Your innocence? You don't mean--" Jeremy reflects this yearning, breaking the daring thoughts of restraints and hesitation. The scarce abuse she may have launched at him in their very first days together had shaped to this hunger he had to distribute it back. In an intimate manner, driven by her implicit mention of her mistreatment.

~Jeremy...please...I want us to start anew. For that to happen, the servant...must bed his mistress...to make her his...Come~ Her breath cuts short, witness to the man slowly removing his pajama pants. His underwear.

His fingers move to her underwear, quickly and tacitly removing it form her sublime form. They then plant themselves on her hips, keeping her still as his 'piece' twitches in empty air, directly in her line of sight...

...as well as his body leaning on her, cupping her form as if it was fragile. Louise couldn't help but coo at this consideration and the surprising musculature on his body. Endlessly pressing him onward had been the only thing she did not regret.

Their lips join again, this time by his act. To fan the flames of desire augmenting his appetite "Louise...I don't think I can...go so slow..."

~Good~ Her breath still cuts in short draws of air ~Forget my stature, forget what I told you before, forget everything that would separate us as the heaven is from the earth. And love me...bed me...ravish me...not as some dignitary...but a common woman. A common woman and nothing more...nothing less...~

"If you're going to ask me like that, then...I'm...I'm putting it in..." His hips align with hers, and thrust, shedding blood as she did prior. The previous state of their relationship, now broken. Broken and blurred under their joined bloodshed, now shaping as that of a couple. A husband and a wife...