Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190204063903

(BT) Layoka plops into Jorge’s lap and she looks up at her father quizzically. Imperia sighs and rises out of her seat. “Sir Jorge, Sir Jorge? Wake up, you are falling asleep. Guards, help me move him to his room.”

Armored guards from every direction and work to lift Jorge. It takes more than 8 men to lift Jorge up and cart him back to his room. Once there, Imperia dismisses the guards and looks over the armored giant now laying in the bed.

“Mama, what’s wrong with Papa?” Layoka tugs at Imperia’s dress.

“Nothing sweety, papa is just tired. Please wait outside a moment.” Imperia pets Layoka, before the Dhampir does as told. Imperia goes to work removing each of Jorge’s armor pieces, struggling the most with his boots. Finally Imperia stripped Jorge down to his basic tunic and trousers. The Vampiress let out an exhausted sigh as the work was over. But then she took a moment to look at Jorge.

Her Vampiric eyes scan his ever contour and definitions. She could not help but get closer by the second. Taking in more than the sights, Imperia took in the scent and got even closer.

“I don’t want spoiled boys, just one good man.” She said quietly. The Vampiress thinks about it, the temptation great. To bite Jorge, taste his blood, know him the way only a Vampire could. “I’d be just a little bite....” Imperia stops shy of Jorge’s neck and pulls away.

“No, not unless he allows it. Why must I be attracted to the stubborn ones?” Imperia sighs.