[In that case...there's no harm in it, right? It'll ensure that at least Tsurugi won't die from Elias dying and she'll have someone new to serve her, to fill in the void she's felt ever since coming to Duplicity. Oh how she's missed Amshel and Solomon. Maybe this would be a good thing.
After all, Elias did give her his consent.]
Going forward you're to serve me and adore me, as you will find yourself naturally yearning to. You're to protect not only me but my family and see to it that no harm comes to us. That the protection you feel compelled to offer me continues to extend toward Tsurugi and our children. If I wish for your blood you're to give it to me freely. When I need you you're to be there for me.
[She moves to stand from the couch but doesn't let pull her hand away from him.]
Do you want to do it now or would you rather wait?
Let us do it now. It will provide you the security you need sooner.
[Her hand is brought to his lips and he gently presses a kiss to it. Again, it will be somewhat inconvenient to be serving her but in the end he knows that his devotion to the Eye will outweigh that.
And he'll have more strength too. He's seen through her what a Chevalier is.]
Help me out of my dress then. I don't want to stain it.
[It was expensive and even if it can be dry cleaned she wants to not have to wait to wear it again. Already her mood has improved as she watches him kiss her hand. At least if Amshel ever arrived he would approve of her choosing a man like Elias to serve her.
Probably.
When he does eventually get her out of the garment of frills and lace she'll be standing before him, long hair tossed over her exposed chest, legs covered by thigh high stockings, her panties a simple white with a lacy edge for an accent. Making a Chevalier can be messy, after all.]
[He nods and helps to undo the fastenings so he can carefully help her out of her dress. Setting it aside so it won't wrinkle, he notes that if he actually cared about such things she's really quite pretty. Sadly, he doesn't give a damn.
So he undoes his tie and a few buttons before sitting down before her on the couch. He knows this will likely be excruciating but he can handle it. Of that he's certain.]
[She's a natural beauty with a flawless body, her scent sweet and akin to nectar. Countless men had died because of her and for her, desperate for her approval and recognition. If Elias survived the transformation then he'd be the newest in a line of men who had come to serve her. As soon as he's seated and his collar is loose she moves to seat herself in his lap, making herself comfortable. The ordeal requires her drinking him nearly dry before feeding him some of her own blood. Hopefully he wouldn't squirm too much.
Straddling him those delicate hands of hers push his shirt open further before she leans in to the crook of his neck to inhale his scent. He smells...good. Tasty. She'll have to be careful not to get carried away. It has been awhile since she's done this, after all.
There's no countdown or warning that precedes her bite, as she parts her lips and bears her fangs to sink into Elias' throat. They pierce deep and razor sharp as she pushes herself against him, bare breasts against his chest. As soon as the taste of blood hits her tongue she's gripping him tighter, moaning softly with delight. While the feeling of her fangs in his neck may be unpleasant there's also a kind of euphoria that's coupled with it. As for Diva, she's enjoying herself, happy to let her true nature show. Her appetite might've left her momentarily but it's back with a vengeance now as she hungrily sucks at the puncture wound.]
[Elias is not unused to pain. So this? This is nothing. After all, he's someone who is used to removing his eyes from his own head to implant them into the heads of others. This pain is nothing to fear and he knows the Eye will not let him die from the bite of this girl. So he relaxes and embraces the pain with a shudder, not squirming at all as he lets her have his blood, eyes closing to enjoy the fact that soon he will be embracing sweet immortality.
He even smiles, resting his hands on her hips. He'll thank her later for her gift that she's giving him.
[She drinks and drinks, adjusting the placement of her lips as she suckles the wound until the sound of his heartbeat becomes languid and the blood begins to flow less and less. It's only then that she pulls back, tonguing the puncture briefly before licking the corners of her mouth. Raising her wrist to her mouth she bites down hard into her own flesh, taking a few mouthfuls of her precious blood past her lips. She doesn't swallow, instead moving to cup Elias' face in her hands to give him a bloody kiss.
It's quite gross really, if one were to think about it too hard, as she forces the blood in her mouth past his lips for him to swallow. Thumbs massage the sides of his throat, encouraging him to do just that. Only when she realizes he's properly done that she breaks the contact, licking his mouth clean before she pulls herself away from him completely. What's going to happen next won't be pleasant in any way. There should be a delay where all is still before Elias will find himself wracked with excruciating pain that forces the body to twist and contort. Bones feel as if they're breaking as muscles spasm, blood akin to acid as it burns from within. Usually it renders the person experiencing the transformation unconscious.
Whatever reaction Elias has she can't help but be curious, taking a seat on the floor to watch him as she finds one of the takeout boxes and begins to root inside. There's still half a steak, one with the bone still attached. Don't mind her as she chews on said bone, waiting for the show to begin.]
[He knows he won't die. The eye wants him to live so even as his heartbeat grows slower there's still a strength to it. Almost like there's something preventing him from perishing. Elias smiles as he sees the bloody kiss coming, swallowing without help though he certainly allows her to think that is what she's doing for him.
When the pain comes it rips through his entire body. Tears through him and makes him contort and writhe. It's agony and yet he doesn't scream. Elias has no reason to scream. Not when he's embracing these horrifying changes with everything he has, letting it all rip through his body as he finds himself changing rapidly.
In a way, he loves it. It tastes like victory to him.
He doesn't know how much time passes. Or how he ends up on the floor. All he knows is that his body still aches and he's panting as he looks at the ceiling. He can smell the blood in the air.
An affection for the creature it comes from rises in him but that's not surprising. Besides, it means little to him in the end. He's done the worst to those he cares for the most, after all. But that's a matter for the future because right now he's just letting himself exist in his new immortality.]
[It happens just like she remembers. The writhing and contortion of limbs and torso, the obvious agony that shows through his body even if he doesn't seem to scream. The writhing is entertaining, she'll admit, as she rips the meat off the bone of the steak, cleaning it completely before it's broken between her teeth for the marrow inside.
The thud of Elias' body onto the ground from the sofa doesn't concern her as he passes out before her. This is simply the natural process of things. By the time Elias comes to enough time has passed that Diva's finished off her dinner, the takeout boxes sitting empty on the tiled floor. His stirring alerts her as she puts aside her device, crawling over to him, still in her semi-undressed state. It's there she squats, peering over his form, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear. He's clammy looking and doesn't look too well, but that will pass. At least he's conscious.
A hand with sticky fingers reaches out to pat him on the cheek. She doesn't seem too concerned.]
Amshel usually made those I turned drink water to make them feel better. Would you like a glass?
[It likely did look like he passed out. Elias has been here the whole time and he smiles up at her, lifting a hand to run through a lock of her hair. He's aware that he actually cares about her now but that's really never been something that has stopped him in the past. There are several who have perished because of that reason.
But she doesn't need to know that. Instead, he gives a hoarse chuckle and groans as he forces himself to sit.]
[Up she gets from her crouched position, once he's done touching her hair, hurrying away into the kitchen to find a glass and fill it with water. After a bit of searching through the cupboards she runs the tap to fill up the glass, returning back to her new Chevalier's side to hand it to him.]
[Sitting up, he takes the water so he can drain the glass. Letting out a sigh, he shudders while his body adjusts to the new sensations around him. And in him.]
[Down she goes to sit on the floor when he finally rights himself, watching him patiently as he gulps down the cool, clear liquid. His comment earns him a little laugh under her breath.]
Well, it gets a bit messy as you're well aware now. Besides, I only just got it. I don't want to ruin it so quickly.
[He reaches for her and she allows herself to be drawn into his lap, the desire to be close enough of a push to make her settle easily. His words have her smiling as she stretches ever so slightly, pleased that turning Elias seems to have gone as well as it had. So far so good.]
I think I should too. I used to be spoiled by my other Chevalier. Dressed and doted on like a Queen should be, you know?
[And as much as she adores Tsurugi, she's painfully aware he's far too cheep to ever spoil her with such lavish displays of affection.]
[She had it for a short while but many of the men she'd wrapped around her finger were long gone from Duplicity. She's had to learn how to fend for herself and do many, many things she'd never thought she'd have to do. Cooking? Cleaning? Actually work a job? Diva may not be entirely self sufficient, but she's come a long way considering her upbringing.
The kiss to the corner of her mouth has her smiling before she leans in to return it, pressing her lips against his, mindful of not only her fangs but his new set. It feels good to kiss him. Satisfying even.]
[Cupping the back of her head, he lets this kiss between them linger. There's a bond between them now and Elias plans to take advantage of that. Besides, he does have a queen to keep happy now and that does include, well, pleasing her.
And that's definitely why he deepens the kiss, wrapping his other arm around her to hold her close to him.]
[It's easy to melt into the kiss, her shoulders going slack as he holds her close. The faint taste of her own blood still lingers on his lips, but it doesn't last long. Instead her sharp fangs are nicking his lower lip as she tugs on it, minute crimson droplets immediately lapped up by her tongue. This? This is great. It's beyond great.
It's an utter relief.
It comes out in her body language as she willingly presses herself further against him, becoming pliant and ever eager as she moans against his mouth.]
[His hands press into her back to keep her close as he lifts her a bit. To help her out of the rest of her clothes before settling her back onto his lap again. As they continue this bloody kiss, he moves his fingers down between her legs to press right up against, rubbing between the slit there. Blood is what they share now but there are many ways to please her.
Besides, he'd really rather make sure to keep up with the quota until he can get past that nonsense. It's rather, well, vital.]
[Quota is something that's never been on Diva's mind, even when she was expected to meet it. Her sex life has been quite fulfilled, considering the way she and Tsurugi went at it like rabbits on the regular, and so it's never been given more than a fleeting thought when others complain about their inability to get freaky. To Diva it simply comes natural and for such a hedonistic creature, driven by instinct, why wouldn't she give into such carnal pleasures when the opportunity presented itself?
This, right here and now? Is just another opportunity, one she's eager to take Elias up on. It seems like the right way to close off such an eventful day. Leaning against his finger she hums softly against his lips, hooking her arms over his shoulders. A sudden thought dawns on her as she pulls back to catch her breath, eyes wide as she fixes her gaze on her freshly born fledgling.]
I've never had sex with one of my Chevalier before.
Things play out differently in your world, I'm sure.
[But he can tell that she's not opposed. After all, she's more than capable of stopping him if she were. So he smiles and slides his fingers along her before sliding one just a bit inside of her before pulling it back out again.]
I was supposed to make a baby with my sister's Chevalier...but that never happened.
[And poor Riku had been spared the honour, if you were, of being her darling little bridegroom. As he moves his hand she stills, a soft puff of breath exhaling as she feels the first bit of a finger enter her briefly. She was tight, like always. Objectively 'virginal', as if she'd never been with anyone due to her body's desire to always return to what it considered an original state.]
I want you to be.
[Amshel would be cross probably...but he wasn't here. He couldn't be her first for everything now, after all.]
[Of course he's careful with how he moves his fingers. Sure she can handle what he does but being gentle lets her feel like a princess too. Which is what she's used to and what she demands. Well, no. She demands to be treated like a queen but does she really know the difference?
Not at all.
Gradually he works his finger in deeper, kissing along her jaw while his other hand strokes the small of her back.]
[She doesn't really know the difference. Elias isn't wrong in that assumption, especially considering her brush with human nobility had been in the form of the Romanovs. She's well versed in how to play the part of a little princess but a Queen? She hasn't a clue, even if it's a title she's eager to throw around and flaunt.
As he slides his finger deeper inside she remains still, relaxing as he kisses down her jaw. He's being so tender with her, so gentle and attentive. It's nice really, to feel so adored. Is what Elias feels for her actual adoration? Probably not...she's at least aware of that. Even so, attention is attention, and she's so desperate for it that she's ready to make convenient excuses if need be to feel as if she matters.]
It should be special.
[Because she's special. She's unique. Well, sort of. Being a twin means that uniqueness is halved, does it not?]
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[In that case...there's no harm in it, right? It'll ensure that at least Tsurugi won't die from Elias dying and she'll have someone new to serve her, to fill in the void she's felt ever since coming to Duplicity. Oh how she's missed Amshel and Solomon. Maybe this would be a good thing.
After all, Elias did give her his consent.]
Going forward you're to serve me and adore me, as you will find yourself naturally yearning to. You're to protect not only me but my family and see to it that no harm comes to us. That the protection you feel compelled to offer me continues to extend toward Tsurugi and our children. If I wish for your blood you're to give it to me freely. When I need you you're to be there for me.
[She moves to stand from the couch but doesn't let pull her hand away from him.]
Do you want to do it now or would you rather wait?
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[Her hand is brought to his lips and he gently presses a kiss to it. Again, it will be somewhat inconvenient to be serving her but in the end he knows that his devotion to the Eye will outweigh that.
And he'll have more strength too. He's seen through her what a Chevalier is.]
I am ready.
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[It was expensive and even if it can be dry cleaned she wants to not have to wait to wear it again. Already her mood has improved as she watches him kiss her hand. At least if Amshel ever arrived he would approve of her choosing a man like Elias to serve her.
Probably.
When he does eventually get her out of the garment of frills and lace she'll be standing before him, long hair tossed over her exposed chest, legs covered by thigh high stockings, her panties a simple white with a lacy edge for an accent. Making a Chevalier can be messy, after all.]
You're going to want to sit or lay down, I think.
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So he undoes his tie and a few buttons before sitting down before her on the couch. He knows this will likely be excruciating but he can handle it. Of that he's certain.]
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Straddling him those delicate hands of hers push his shirt open further before she leans in to the crook of his neck to inhale his scent. He smells...good. Tasty. She'll have to be careful not to get carried away. It has been awhile since she's done this, after all.
There's no countdown or warning that precedes her bite, as she parts her lips and bears her fangs to sink into Elias' throat. They pierce deep and razor sharp as she pushes herself against him, bare breasts against his chest. As soon as the taste of blood hits her tongue she's gripping him tighter, moaning softly with delight. While the feeling of her fangs in his neck may be unpleasant there's also a kind of euphoria that's coupled with it. As for Diva, she's enjoying herself, happy to let her true nature show. Her appetite might've left her momentarily but it's back with a vengeance now as she hungrily sucks at the puncture wound.]
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He even smiles, resting his hands on her hips. He'll thank her later for her gift that she's giving him.
Thoroughly.]
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It's quite gross really, if one were to think about it too hard, as she forces the blood in her mouth past his lips for him to swallow. Thumbs massage the sides of his throat, encouraging him to do just that. Only when she realizes he's properly done that she breaks the contact, licking his mouth clean before she pulls herself away from him completely. What's going to happen next won't be pleasant in any way. There should be a delay where all is still before Elias will find himself wracked with excruciating pain that forces the body to twist and contort. Bones feel as if they're breaking as muscles spasm, blood akin to acid as it burns from within. Usually it renders the person experiencing the transformation unconscious.
Whatever reaction Elias has she can't help but be curious, taking a seat on the floor to watch him as she finds one of the takeout boxes and begins to root inside. There's still half a steak, one with the bone still attached. Don't mind her as she chews on said bone, waiting for the show to begin.]
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When the pain comes it rips through his entire body. Tears through him and makes him contort and writhe. It's agony and yet he doesn't scream. Elias has no reason to scream. Not when he's embracing these horrifying changes with everything he has, letting it all rip through his body as he finds himself changing rapidly.
In a way, he loves it. It tastes like victory to him.
He doesn't know how much time passes. Or how he ends up on the floor. All he knows is that his body still aches and he's panting as he looks at the ceiling. He can smell the blood in the air.
An affection for the creature it comes from rises in him but that's not surprising. Besides, it means little to him in the end. He's done the worst to those he cares for the most, after all. But that's a matter for the future because right now he's just letting himself exist in his new immortality.]
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The thud of Elias' body onto the ground from the sofa doesn't concern her as he passes out before her. This is simply the natural process of things. By the time Elias comes to enough time has passed that Diva's finished off her dinner, the takeout boxes sitting empty on the tiled floor. His stirring alerts her as she puts aside her device, crawling over to him, still in her semi-undressed state. It's there she squats, peering over his form, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear. He's clammy looking and doesn't look too well, but that will pass. At least he's conscious.
A hand with sticky fingers reaches out to pat him on the cheek. She doesn't seem too concerned.]
Amshel usually made those I turned drink water to make them feel better. Would you like a glass?
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But she doesn't need to know that. Instead, he gives a hoarse chuckle and groans as he forces himself to sit.]
Water...would be lovely.
[If only to clear his throat some.]
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Here you go Elias.
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[Sitting up, he takes the water so he can drain the glass. Letting out a sigh, he shudders while his body adjusts to the new sensations around him. And in him.]
Wise to remove your pretty dress first.
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Well, it gets a bit messy as you're well aware now. Besides, I only just got it. I don't want to ruin it so quickly.
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If you had ruined your pretty dress then I would have simply had to get you another.
[Setting the glass aside, he reaches to draw her onto his lap.]
You should have many pretty things, I think.
[Because it will keep her wrapped around his little finger.]
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I think I should too. I used to be spoiled by my other Chevalier. Dressed and doted on like a Queen should be, you know?
[And as much as she adores Tsurugi, she's painfully aware he's far too cheep to ever spoil her with such lavish displays of affection.]
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[Leaning forward, he presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth.]
My Queen...
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The kiss to the corner of her mouth has her smiling before she leans in to return it, pressing her lips against his, mindful of not only her fangs but his new set. It feels good to kiss him. Satisfying even.]
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And that's definitely why he deepens the kiss, wrapping his other arm around her to hold her close to him.]
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It's an utter relief.
It comes out in her body language as she willingly presses herself further against him, becoming pliant and ever eager as she moans against his mouth.]
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Besides, he'd really rather make sure to keep up with the quota until he can get past that nonsense. It's rather, well, vital.]
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This, right here and now? Is just another opportunity, one she's eager to take Elias up on. It seems like the right way to close off such an eventful day. Leaning against his finger she hums softly against his lips, hooking her arms over his shoulders. A sudden thought dawns on her as she pulls back to catch her breath, eyes wide as she fixes her gaze on her freshly born fledgling.]
I've never had sex with one of my Chevalier before.
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[But he can tell that she's not opposed. After all, she's more than capable of stopping him if she were. So he smiles and slides his fingers along her before sliding one just a bit inside of her before pulling it back out again.]
I don't mind being your first in this matter.
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[And poor Riku had been spared the honour, if you were, of being her darling little bridegroom. As he moves his hand she stills, a soft puff of breath exhaling as she feels the first bit of a finger enter her briefly. She was tight, like always. Objectively 'virginal', as if she'd never been with anyone due to her body's desire to always return to what it considered an original state.]
I want you to be.
[Amshel would be cross probably...but he wasn't here. He couldn't be her first for everything now, after all.]
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[Of course he's careful with how he moves his fingers. Sure she can handle what he does but being gentle lets her feel like a princess too. Which is what she's used to and what she demands. Well, no. She demands to be treated like a queen but does she really know the difference?
Not at all.
Gradually he works his finger in deeper, kissing along her jaw while his other hand strokes the small of her back.]
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As he slides his finger deeper inside she remains still, relaxing as he kisses down her jaw. He's being so tender with her, so gentle and attentive. It's nice really, to feel so adored. Is what Elias feels for her actual adoration? Probably not...she's at least aware of that. Even so, attention is attention, and she's so desperate for it that she's ready to make convenient excuses if need be to feel as if she matters.]
It should be special.
[Because she's special. She's unique. Well, sort of. Being a twin means that uniqueness is halved, does it not?]
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