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One Shot from: Blooded

Some vampires have the ability to prey on those with whom they from partnership without actually taking their life in this respect, they behave like Incibi or Succubi , visiting women or men at night..

A Bride will render the vampire body fully alive, giving him/her breath and making his/her heart beat, a process known as blooding.

More recent research has associated vampirism with the historical figure of the 14th-century Transylvanian prince Vlad the Impaler , whose bloodthirsty retribution involved the staking of enemies who were laterally transfixed upon a pole set upright in the ground and left to die.

A/n Warring: this will be a BDSM waxing scene. If you are uncomfortable with the world of BDSM please refram from reading this chapter.
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.....The playroom was drenched in darkness. There was only one lone pool of light was on, in the dead center of the room. The submissive stood in the threshold of the play room with a pounding heart. The sub had never been in a play room with such a dark sinister unearthly look.

"Move to the light" the Dominant's low gutteral grawl came from the darkness just behind the submissive. The sub step quickly into the warm pool of light on week knees and waited for the next order to be given. Standing in display with eyes lower in respect. Feet shoulder with apart, chest out, and arm up with fingers laced behind the head.

"Strip for me" the low voice ordered again only from a different angle from the room. Quickly the sub began removing the pink lace tee shrit and leather bootie shorts the Dom pick out for the night. The sub could feel the eyes of the Dom following the movement. Once all the clothes were removed and folded the sub, nervously  placed placed them neatly on the floor. Then the sub returned to stand at attention, with meek eyes trained on the edge of light only a few inches from toes.

A flash of light burns into the darkness. The sub can see from the corner of its eye the flame touch a yellow candle. The Dom's voice deeply echoed. "I call upon the spirit of the air."

The feeling of the dominant's dark presence slowly moves around the  sub. A soft click, another over head light flooded the room. This light showcases a low wooden table with restraints at the four corners. Anticipation spikes like electric shock through the sub's body

"Step up to the table." The Dom commanded. The tender body of the sub shifts into the new light. The light in the center of the obscure room extinguished. Still keeping the room in almost complete darkness. Only other light is the soft glow of the candles.

Another flash of light appears. The Dom lights red candle."I call upon the sprint of fire to this room." The Dom murmured powerfully. The glow of the candles gets brighter.

"Lay on the table pet , face up." Again the sub relinquished control, and moves as told. The over head light shifted and the beam of light narrowed until only the table was in the cool pool of light. The elegant sub lay prefectly still. Deeply tan skin glowed in the light. The Dom can feel the magic of the elements rising up in the room.

The sound of another match being stuck echoes in the room. A blue candle illuminated the space. " I call the sprit of the water."

"I am going to blindfold you pet. Close your eyes." The submissive joyfully obays the comand.  The feel of silk being placed over the sub's elegant face makes its breath hitch.

The sound of another match igniting fills the room. The bitter smell of sulfur fills the sub's nose. "I call the spirit of earth." The Dom soberly calls out.

Soon oil drenched hands began a slow massage starting at the left knee of the sub and moving up to the tone muscles of the thight. Once the sub starts to relax the Dom restraints the left leg to the table corner.

Once more a candle is lit. The dom looms over the sub. "At last I call apon the sprint of life."  The Dom continues with the massage now working on the  muscular right leg. Soon the right leg is tied to the table.

The sub is treated to a full body massage from hips, chest, arms, and on up to the neck. This has the sub in a extremely relaxed state as arms are bound. The dom's firm hands never leave the submissive handsome body for long. The only sounds are the starving moans of the sub.

When the Dom can feel that the sub is fully relaxed the first drops of wax fall to the sub's inter thight. The hot wax is quickly followed by icy lips and frosted tongue swirling over the soft flesh. Uttering a low hiss the sub's back arches off the table.

The play of hot wax and iced kisses continues on every available surface of the sub's body. As the Dom enjoys the taste of the sub's tone muscular skin. Layer of wax is added to the sub's washboard abdomen. The sub pulls against the restraints as the Dom leaves a shard of ice in the naval. The sub moan loudly and bucks against the table.

"No, no, we don't want a punishment now do we?" The Dom snarled. With all the wax and ice play the sub felt as though it was floating away."Ugggg" the sub panted. The only thing anchoring the sub to reality, is the dominant's low reverent praise.

"Please....Please" the sub began to desperately beg. The wax and ice had the sub flying high in the subspace. The Dom knew the play would not last much longer. The sub could not be trusted to safe word if needed.

The power of the total control and the magic in the room had the Dom flying as high as the beautiful sub. The Dom drags ice around the sub's erected bud.

"PLEASE!" The sub's deep voice boom over the room.

"What is it pet. Tell me what you need." The Dom purred against the sub's ear. Taking the first breath in over a hundred years.

"You.......please.....Mistress" the sub growled.

"Such a good boy" the Domme sighed as sharp fangs sink into the flesh of the sub's thick neck  As the thunderes sound of the Mistress's heart beat sounds around the play room.

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