The Dark Priesthood: Confessions of Malevolence

The Dark Priesthood: Confessions of Malevolence The Dark Priesthood: Confessions of Malevolence

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Belladonna Maria More` is born in the French Quarter, but fate has another plan in store for her. In this chapter we see her positioned against a dark, and ominous relative.

Summary

Belladonna Maria More` is born in the French Quarter, but fate has another plan in store for her. In this chapter we see her positioned against a dark, and ominous relative.

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Dark Priesthood: Confessions of Malevolence

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Belladonna Maria More` is born in the French Quarter, but fate has another plan in store for her. In this chapter we see her positioned against a dark, and ominous relative.

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Submitted: September 07, 2013

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Chapter Four: A Dark Fantasy

Deviaun stood staring blankly at the door just as Vicious turned to stride away. In disbelief she closed her eyes, and began to speak in Latin, “Stupri scortis per circuitum. Me domum.” In a matter of moments Deviaun found herself walking along the dark corridors wondering to herself about her kinsmen. Only one seemed to stand out in her mind. Only one seemed to still show any amount of commitment, but so much time had passed between their last meetings. She found herself growing lustful, and needy. The vampyric qualities of her species were undeniable, and needed quenching. Days had flow by without the sweet scent of blood to satisfy her rising thirst; thirst for the taste of life source running through her victim's veins, but more than that her thirsting lust. The fantasies within her mind becoming more and more sadomasochistic in nature with every day that she denied them, but no lover could be found. Heated flesh of once beauty so desired cease to burn becoming icy as the days went on. Ashy skin began to appear where fair not mottled once was, and her body felt like it was freezing daily on and on it went. The taste of honey petaled cunny flashed into her mind picturesque scenery brought back vulgar memory to mind, but oh how tender and succulent the flesh of those aching feline lips against his hungry full ones? Ravishing, and then the other too such beauty were hard to ignore. Fiery passion, and hardcore imagery played through her head. Each sadistic time it happened she felt more alive, but having retired for an age it seemed she needed one more try. Hard erect male confidence that eagerly wished to oblige, but even if such were not obtainable a sweet morsel of female heat would fascinate her oh so much.

And then one day he came to her, she had been standing silent in the cold, damp corridor of the eastern wing of the Sanguine home. Dancing azure iris had replaced previous chocolate hue as she stared at the window down at the rocky path below. Oddly she was thinking of trysts once had within the graveyard that sat to the right of the path, a horde of skeletal, leafless trees were the only thing that blocked it. Silence engulfed her, thoughts having swept her away from where her body stood. Perhaps it were her commitment to the Order which had kept her long from engaging that carnal hungry cry which raised within her heart. Release, it keeps screaming; fire raging through her veins with ferocious intensity, but no way to extinguish until now. His voice met her ears in a low hiss, "Hello dear one." Was that what he truly said? She thought her ears deceived her; pivoting upon the balls of her feet gaze ran to his own eyes and familiarity sat in. Instant recognition overtook Deviaun giving her an insight of what likely drew her visitor in. Alit desire was curious to find out more about this, to regain her color; crimson cheeks, and lips which for now remained pale.

She didn't turn to look at him what would be the point; she knew who he was, and he knew who she was. Without a flinch she kept her gaze sealed upon the graves below her, and silently he approached, "I stayed away for a reason," she knew he had and she knew why, but the groans within the night never settled well for her; the banshee shrieking, and moaning roar of her sister as shocks rocked her body from screaming orgasm. Indeed, she was jealous, and always had been. For some reason everyone all seemed to look at her sister Vicious first. Oh, fair Vicious even she had fallen in love, and lust with her sister. The taste of her heated flesh against her hungry lips; dripping with the mixing flavor of juices, and blood. She relished it just as much as any of the others did. Pure sexual hunger ran through her veins as she thought of her squirming beneath her like a succubus whore who could not help but beg for more. 

Footfalls upon wet cobblestone alerted her that he was closing the distance between the two of them; he grabbed her from behind, and whispered in her ear, "Care to play a game?"
Such mocking words would surely entice the fair Deviant; a true libertine by all rights Deviaun loved sadomasochistic play. Sex, and blood were her two very favorite things. She dared not whimper fast enough the begging utterance slid from her pouting lips confessing the things he already knew," Oh, yes we shall play." The projection of clones was an ability many of their kind had inherited and he used this to his full advantage. One appeared in front of her while the other remained behind with his arms wrapped around hers. She leant her head to the side leaving open view the vein pulsating within her neck. An offer his oculus would quickly come to target. Predators the two were equals on different fronts. Alpha, and beta; wolves fed, fucked, and bled hard, and they lived up to the name. The one male began his assault upon her form ravishing hands taking claim of whatever they slid across. His desire was growing stronger by the moment, and he would take whatever he wished. She adored it. Every last second of the torture at his expense fueled her need for carnality all the more. A beast had been unleashed which in actuality never should have been caged up. In a quick motion he slid her from her feet, and carried her through a door to an old storage room, which happened to have a plain white feather mattress lying within the center. He tossed her on it quickly leaving no time for argument. The true form released his shaft from the restricting fabric of his pants, and her wicked eyes widened in amusement upon seeing the height of stature to which it had risen. 

Phallic statues were put to shame by the etched perfection of that throbbing prick. Oh, how she wanted it buried within her. Thoughts flashed to her sister as she imagined her there too. What wicked joys it would bring her sinful sadomasochistic mind to have her strewn out before her writhing, and moaning in tune with their own. What a serenading symphony ran through her head as her own groaning whimpers filled the air. The true being slipped his hard rod into her tight haven in one fluid motion tearing her flesh apart as it wished to brutalize the vaginal walls that adoringly caressed it. 

One of our games, dear aunt?" His lips carried the classic smile before he approached her from behind. His green eyes stirred at the thought of a night with her. Such emotion was tied between this. A male, still young in his family, formed all, but the most twisted bonds with both females of his family. To which this one had carried his attention of late. His left hand found its place by the curve of her thigh while the right rose to softly embrace her throat. To which both would be used to pull her back into his form. Her body down to the last curve felt so natural to him.

"Only if I get to taste both your blood, and cum mixing in my mouth? Can you promise that? “She grinned slipping her pale pink tongue outward to trail upon the bottom of her lower lip. She mused at the thought of another game, and the late night session had been what she had been on the prowl for. As his hands pulled her into his body she slid her right hand upward to grace the edge of his cheek, and there she began to draw her fingers downward across the smooth plain of his skin as if teasing the flesh with promises of more to come*

"Hm, You have become such a filthy whore, Aunt." His games both mind and body simply for the one moment to which both would have such the utter desire. His thoughts carrying through the ultimate course as his left hand slowly, softly, grazes across her skin. His fingers lightly teased her flesh with abandonment. His lips then found themselves just at the back of her left ear. His voice suddenly milky sweet and just as smooth, "Will you give in tonight, Aunt? Will you cave and accept all I give?" His tongue slowly slid from his half parted lips only to touch against the tips of her ear lobe. Even though he teased and insulted the feeling of the stiff muscle at his groin would speak more so of his intentions tonight.

"I have been waiting for you to push me to the brink...you have held back." An offering reply gave permit to the man, her lover, and her nephew. The glorious, and strong erect male that she had grown to intensely watch as her entire body alit with unadulterated desire that only he seemed able to quench. His name alone brought an eager fantasy vividly into play within her mind, but when he was present it were only tripled. A scorching, sizzling, and nearly painful desire to bend to his will had begun to take root within the pit of Deviaun's stomach, and as he allowed his fingertips to tenderly trail across her flesh she grinned eager groan escaping the confines of full lips as she spoke, "A writhing slut maybe, but only for you.”
"Such a tongue, Aunt..." The fingers of his left hand slowly tighten upon the flesh of her neck. His eyes looking at the inverted angle towards her face. His body began vibrating as he showed unusual restraint in this. "For me? Then show me. Get on your knees, Aunt. Beg me to release you." This was just another part of his games. Even though one might want him, and desire him, he truly wished to own them. Mind and soul as one wanting the treatment he gives. Some may have called it the simple lusts of Sadomasochism, and others the cruel hand of Stockholm’s. Either way he bends their minds and bodies. Ruining them to all, but him. Such pleasures he will never deny himself.

She was stronger than the typical bitch that he had found at his knees, but Oh how she did want it. To bend to his will because he could drive her to the maddening point of orgasm stronger than any other had. He dared to push where others feared to tread with her, and it reaped a high reward for them both. She slid to her knees at the ready her eyes still remaining sealed upon his never wavering just as her actions to please him had so far not wavered, and she would make sure they did not for if he dared to ask it she would perform anything he said. He held her in a grip of sadomasochistic power-exchange, and the two had both become equally addicted. Perhaps not something either had bargained for, but nevertheless it had come to pass. Now she wanted his cum to pass between her lips, and his power to be exerted over her in full.

"I want to fuck you like an animal...I want to feel you on the inside..."

With that she simply did as she had said, and surprise it him it very may well do, but she did not care. Not now, and likely not ever. This would go one of two ways for her either very well, and it would be amazing and then some or very bad and who knew where that might lead. With that Devi slid her hands to the ground, and began to crawl forward the deep chestnut hue of her eyes ran together to form a serpentine slit where round iris had previously been the hue shifted from brown to a dark crimson almost burgundy color her fangs lengthened and as she came to meet his boot she turned her head to the right lowering her face to the ground to place her lips against it with an eager hunger to please, but the submissive behavior would turn short-lived as she then rose up from beneath him nails lengthened she curled the digits of her left hand inwards toward her palm and extending her index finger she slipped her hand forward to slide it across the angle of his jaw, "Blood and fucking cum..."

His chest was shockingly bare of clothing. Having taken to strolling the Sanguine home with just his pants barefooted, and cool which allowed him to think. He looked down towards her allowing his lips to fill into a smirk. To which his left hand would find itself on top of her head. Holding her down at his waist level. "Then let me give you the second in plenty..."

She were going to be controlled by rough movements, and possessive pulling of her hair she were quite sure, and this thought sent a fiery passion through her veins her two hands slid forward to pull the cloth away from his body as she would carefully work the fabric free to let loose his ample cock. Ample, she mused to herself that was an understatement he was to be fucking worshipped like a god of sex when revelation of his manhood came into view. She had already known this, but it still caused wicked satisfaction to grace her lips, "Oh, then let me swallow load after load?" The invitation to suck every last drop of pearly fluid off his shaft would only fuel her desire to place that fleshly part betwixt her pull, lips. With a flick of the tongue she whetted her lips, and opened her mouth to take the whole of him down her throat in one deep inhaling motion.

His fingers tightened their grip in her hair. Forcing the roots to be strained to which creates its own beautiful pain. His voice all, but a mere whisper would answer her. "Till you can have no more." It was all the okay most would need. To get the fill to which she so vividly asked. To which he was so willing to give. Knowing how she would do so only furthered his thoughts. Knowing this would be a mere tease to her. Being able to taste the throbbing muscle before her, but not able to be impaled by it unless he allowed. It was such a subtle torture for him.

"Yes, Master." She whimpered the word in sarcasm of which he would hear, but the actions of her lips finding his prick easily, and hungrily as they began to feed upon him, and with a forward motion she allowed her eyes to close as she slid the entirety of his throbbing cock deep down her throat, and sliding her right hand down the shaft she would grasp it firmly only to begin a twisting motion as her free hand slid around his waist to steady herself as she began the rhythmic sucking needed to milk him of his seed.

Pulling her head back forcing her lips to release his length. Only to pull her by her hair, kicking and screaming if must, to the nearest wall. To which would be located six feet to their left. Forcing her to turn about leading her like a dog on a leash. Pressing the back of her head against the wall only to press his cock down her throat. Pressing so to which would allow neither free release, nor movement on her behalf. Forcing her to accept the base deep thrusts to which rocked her head between him and the wall. Neither to which will be so eager to relent so soon in the games.

She followed like a leashed bitch being forced to bend to the man's will, and as she turned her body around to have her head situated between a rock, and a hard place she simply giggled like a girlish slut, "Oh, face fucking how decadent. “She whimpered the words with a delightful groan as he forcefully rammed her throat with his raging erection, she were trapped there with no choice but to relax her jaw and allow him the onslaught of fucking her mouth, lips, tongue, and throat to his unrelenting heart's content.

As if he merely focused on giving her what she had so wantonly begged for the mouthful after mouthful of his hot seed. To which the cock to which so eagerly with held such only had the single purpose of driving itself continuously to the back of her throat. If she gagged so be it. It would be merely a side-pleasure to him. It was something done to add an extra twist in their dastardly game. Her head bounced in rhythmic harmony with each thrust. Forcing her head back into the wall only for his hand, still wrapped in her hair, pulling her forward. To only have her throat invaded by his shaft with each pass. It was decadently brutal in nature, and created such a sadomasochistic touch to the average pleasure. The fact of her so willingly crawling before him moments before and the girlish giggle at the thought of being brutalized was giving him shivers. Sending goose bumps up his spine.

Deviaun's own will had become his, in so much the very force of his body commanded that she obey, and obey she did. Her body now pinned between the wall, and his raging erection Deviaun did not struggle she simply gave into the sweet torturous sensation of his prick pounding hard against her hungry face and lips the slut within her had found the perfect way to satiate her hidden beast, and the decadent taste of him was her desired delicacy.

With a sudden halt he would release her hair. The position in which he stopped would give her ample room to move. To which his eyes, and head, angled down to look at her. To which he would be so easily willing a tease of her. "Play all you want, Whore... I will have my fun later. Suck, lick, and drain every drop you can..."

The degrading word only fueled Devi's desire, and as he pulled back slightly she grinned her lips still he wanted to play mind games did he? Well, the Sanguine were renown for them, and she would heed the challenge. Her left hand slid up his inner thigh as she pulled the length of him deeper within the heated haven of her mouth her tongue wrapped about him, and in ease it slid downward in twisting flick over the crown of his erection as she sucked in her cheeks, and began the onslaught of sucking him completely dry.

His right hand would come to a rest against the wall. He denied himself the normal pleasure of forcing her to gag. Not that it was all too simple these days. The use of her had dimmed her to some functions, but the rest she was all to eager to please. As her current actions gave it away much too easily. "That is it. Get me to cum only to desire more..." Even though she had not realized it at first his eye was on her for some time. Watching, waiting, as if wanting to find the perfect point to pounce. He had found it not so long ago. She had been all too willing to play his games. A part to which he knew was the sounds she heard in the Hold. These two was his favorite subjects regardless of what he ever caught hold of.

The flawless raven-haired beauty had a face men would could ethereal if they described it like porcelain perfection in a heart-shape with full inviting plump lips ever so eager to please. Destiny had long ago sealed this night into fate; she yearned for what seemed to be eons watching him grow from man to beast in the blinking of an eye. Turbulent ties within these walls had often caused heartbreak to plague the perfection of Devi's visage. Sweet, but almost too sweet a defiling thought entered her mind he said to make him only to desire more that were yet another challenge to have him splatter his seed upon her face and overflowing from her lips.

Even though he allowed her control to this he could not help, but to allow his left hand to find its way into her hair once more. Not helping her, but in the way he slowly tightened his fingers giving her a way to realize what he liked. To such a hinting way even she would lightly enjoy. The sensitive pain caused by pulling of her hair would merely cause her to do better. So much that their path's in the weave of destiny was that he wanted her to achieve her goal tonight. If not for pleasures sake, but the fact of her being so submissive called to him. The fact each time their game happened she became that much more his own.

Deviaun had relinquished much of herself to him in that moment as her fervent desires had been replaced with an intense need to have that power exerted in full she allowed her hand to fall from the base just then shifting hue within serpentine iris returning to a lighter shade of crystalline blue as her gaze remained affixed upon his own above her. Eyelids fell in curtaining close as she plunged her mouth forward taking the whole of him deep into her throat, and then she retracted the motion only to repeat it with an increased urgency for his release.

His fingers would tighten with in her hair. As if giving her the hint she needed. His lips curled into quite the odd smile. As if he was displaying the touch of insanity to which was so strong in him. Even though she was family after this he was going to quite destroy her. Using the very same traits passed through his genetics. This would allow his lips to splay ever more so into the grin. Even causing his right eye to widen slightly at the thoughts of her screaming. Not for release, or for more, but for it to end. That was what his mind truly wished for.

Sadomasochists knew their kind from a distance always upon entering into the domain of their chosen forte, the Sanguine codex having made this clear from the beginning. Psychological warfare 
was a tactic regularly used by them, and with the widening of his eye she knew he meant to shatter her world in agonizing symphonic screams of which he had conducted. The music of her misery was what he truly wanted to captivate, but it made no difference sheer animalistic desire was what fueled this, and ancient bloodlust that were older than the earth herself. Borne of sinful delight she sped up in her movement. Slipping hot cheeks slipping further down, and the returning in haste upward in suckling maneuver upon that throbbing phallus.

Pulling her head back to just an inch upon his cock. Allowing for most of the head of the shaft to still be with in her mouth. "Lick, and suck, filthy whore..." The maddening gaze only grew as his mind secretly went to the depths of abilities he had not managed for years. His mind, at the same time, selected such abilities before filing through them. Wanting to pick the right parts in which to do this.

She continued the onslaught but with a much more heated intensity this were growing to become quite the deepening game, and she wanted to move onto the next conquests or plans whichever he intended for them to indulge, but first she needed that heated sticky seed to be showered over the beautiful plain of her face, and ruby red mouth.

Pulling her head back before angling it up. Using her hair for such a purpose only to have the head of his shaft to rest oh so easily in her mouth. Lightly the slit end hung above her tongue. Just as the unusually large amounts of the hot seed spills into her mouth directly. Each drop ran across her tongue giving her more than a simple taste. Knowing this act merely stirred his wants might give her more pleasure, but the manner to which he would take it out of her.

She relished the taste of the sticky fluid which splashed within her mouth spilling forward to coat already saliva drenched pout her eyes rolled back into her head slightly as she swallowed the thick load in one eager gulp before slipping her lips downwards clean him of every last pearly drop.

As he took his time Pulling from her lips as if he no longer desired the feel. Keeping hold of her head he would begin to drag her towards the bed. The initial tug would have pulled her forward and off-balance. To which her nipples would be just high enough from the floor to lightly graze it. The left side of his face twisted as if in a dark thought. Even though she was relative to him he was going to ruin her tonight. Beginning with the bloodline abilities he so easily held.

Deviaun was pulled to crouch position and there is when he began to lead her back towards the bed by her hair. Her tresses of silky onyx were tightly wrapped about the digits of his hand. The first possessive pull threw her off balance causing her to fall forward nearly to the ground. The hard surface of the floor beneath caused her pert pink nipples to become erect as they grazed it. A whimper escaped her throat as her nephew led her his way.

His left foot coming to a sudden halt as his body jerks forward at the shoulders. Lifting her from the ground before releasing her hair. Tossing her quite unceremoniously on to the bed. Gazing down at her before slowly beginning to pace the side of the bed. His movement was like that of a stalking animal, and his eyes appeared predatory in the faint light. His body began to emulate a dark glow only deepening the shadows.

His voice barking out an order to her, "Undress, bitch. Before I tear you in half." It wasn't a true threat in the most ways. It was more like a promise of up and coming events.
She had been lifted, and thrown upon the mattress before her body could react within the blinking of an eye Deviaun found herself laying flat atop her back watching as he staked in the shadows towards the bed. Commanding words, but she would not give in so easily. With a defiant look she retorted, "Fucking tear me in half then."
** So be it..." His eyes would dark to where they were no longer visible. His muscles tightening across his body while his form kept pacing. As if he was drawing something from the depths of his very core. His teeth hinged together in a tight clutch as he could feel it begin.

Malevolence breeds deep rooted in those of the Sanguine bloodline. Brawling during sexual encounters was known to be a favorite pastime of this group, and she wanted to see how well her nephew really could play. With little need for words she said but two, "Try me." Challenge issue would certainly propel his hunger to ravish.

With sickening cracking sounds of bones, and muscles his body became truly alive. His teeth gritting still as his body warped, and designed, itself to a new pattern. "Try this...Bitch..." His body would seem to suddenly swell rising at least three feet in height. His muscle mass increased dramatically creating a foreshadowing effect on the actual darkness. His skin would actually begin to crack spreading itself entirely too thin. Causing faint white plasma to leak about from the surface. After a few years of lack of use the trans-species shifting was quite forceful to the body. If he were willing to do this to himself what would become of her?

The muscles in her body strained as animal instinct began to take over her form. Deviaun was a strong woman, a bitch, but not your average female. Shadow manipulating was no new thing to her, and the perpetual darkness that fell over the chamber simply delighted the Deviant belle to no end. How exotic, and to think he had held back from her before caused an overwhelming ache forming in the between her thighs. Slickened heat that's what waited there, but for the moment he exuded power and commanding presence to which Deviaun giggled, "Whimpering games for Auntie? Ah, you shouldn't have, my pet my beautiful nephew."

The skin shattering into a fine dust leaving his form covered in a thin, but quickly drying, layer of plasma. His body now nine feet tall easily. His chest much wider, by nearly three feet, and even his stomach seemed fit. His body covered in a fine black hair to which would resemble fur to most. His arms, and hands, massive even to the gauges of other humanoid creatures. His legs inverted at the knees and the wide, high raised, foot that gave him sudden balance. His eyes glowed a vibrant red giving a brief shine upon the elongated muzzle that was his face. Behind him quite the bushy tail rested just beneath his waist. Though it did not hide the ever-hard shaft before her, but it did change the size. Fourteen inches in throbbing length of a tipped, pipe-like, shaft to which five inches from the bottom rested a knot. Allowing the rest of the shaft to be four inches in width. He was truly going to split her in half before he was done. Grabbing hold of her left ankle with his large left hand before pulling her to the edge of the bed. His right hand violently tore up the center of her dress. Deviaun shuddered in delight from the sensations this brought her. As he shifted to the beastly form she grinned from ear to ear. The slick feeling between her thighs began to cover her heated folds. He pulled her thighs to part widely. No longer were they a barrier, and her nephew's beastly hunger could no longer be contained. Claws ran down the length of supple inner thighs as he shifted his throbbing prick to ram deep within her cunt lips. Nearly ripping her apart as he began to ravage, and pound her to oblivion. Their sin becoming evident as blood began to drip from the tearing of her tight skin in stretch about the girth of him. The onslaught was murderous to her womb as the tip of his prick impaled to the core of duchess's cervix. The bruising already having begun to riddle her flesh, and scraping skin from his talons lay in ruined ribbons. She bucked beneath him writhing like a wanton slut who could not contain her desire. The beast's eyes glowed as his maw snapped merely inches from her throat, and slithering out his tongue he drew it across her neck. Deviaun rolled her head to the side, and parting her lips she clawed for a tether, but none was to be found. Digging her nails into the flesh of her palms seemed to be the only remedy as he slammed his cock repeatedly over, and over again. She could feel her own orgasm building as she climbed the summit to its peaks. Shivers beginning to rock her entire body like earthquakes from the collision of rough skin against her soft folds. Ruby lips parted widely as she struggled to speak, but all that emitted her was a loud resonating screech that echoed off the walls, "Fuck!"

And with that final word she slid into the abyss of quakes that filtered through every nerve ending in her body. The beast never ceased his plummeting, however, until he too began to tremor, and squirting ribbons of viscous milk shot forth to hit her womb. A final set of words slid free from her viperous pout, "We shall call her "Lividia Avari Sanguine. Flesh of our flesh, my beloved, my nephew." Slowly her heart began to return to normal pace, but instantly Deviaun already knew that their tryst had created life. A daughter soon to come would be born unto their family, and she would be the epitome of Livid Misery.


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