Broken Sanctuary

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Shikikami


Race:Unknown
Eyes:Gold, green, red/violet
Fur:gold with white, black tips/markings on face, ears, and tail, brown hair and tail-tip.
Abilities: Mind-Pain Illusions, poisoned touch (controlled), and Fire Calling.
Weapons:Claws, Teeth, Tail blade, Illusions/spellwork, fire calling.
Special: Kanji/glyphs on back and upper leg/buttocks- Evil, Death, and Consuming Flames
Age: Unknown. (looks young, between 16 - 22)

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There is a legend, a myth passing through cities and towns. A murderer who kills victims in their sleep. This creature never leaves any trace or sign behind... no sign of forced entry or exit. Usually the victims have been asphixiated, or are simply found dead with no sound reason or injury. A rumor, of a deamon that steals one's breath as they sleep... a deamon that hunts you in your dreams.



She stayed where she was... watching from one darkened corner of the room... golden eyes dimmed to suit the shadows. Her winter coat was perfect. Sable black fur, marked with white at her ears and the tip of her long tail. Servant Quarters... even in this area of the palace complex, there was security against her kind... Fae lanterns and numerous wards. But her collar had hidden her from them, despite her nature. And now she hid, within the palace itself. She could almost taste the powers of the royals in this place. But she couldn't take them... not yet. So she waited. Soon enough, her target came into the room. A young male khere, innoent. He stinks of the goldwolf, jas... all the better. She didn't have to wait for long. The male closed the door, a small sphere of magelight gave a dim light to the room, though she stayed hidden.


White and blue robes fell to the ground, earing soft black fur, biege markings. He was certainly pleasing to look at. A beautiful specimen, even if this one wasn't one of the royal family. The magelight hovering dimly over his bed was statement to his power. She watched as he sat on his bed, a soft snap of his fingers dissapating the sphere of conjured green-blue light. Soft singing of mantras, of meditation filled the darkness. That almost made her laugh. Instead she rose without a sound, and walked to the bed. She could see him perfectly in that darkness, as well as the beautifully delicate hues of a million colours that, everchanging, made up the flows of fae, so stong here.


"That sound is beautiful." She said as she stepped up to the edge of the bed, her words softly wispered to him.
The Khere servant started, crying out softly at the sound of her voice, so very close and so very unexpected. "Hush, its alright... your safe." She moved carefully, moving onto the bed beside him, kneeling. One hand gently caressed his cheek, calming him with her touch, tainted with the sleep of darfae. Enough to calm the male. She leaned in and kissed him. At first he resisted, but she persisted, gently at first, then with more force behind it. her tongue found its way into his mouth. He closed his eyes, instincts taking over where his 'morals' failed. Perfect. She thought in silence as his hands moved around her back, drawing her closer to him, as she gently kept him locked in the kiss, one hand behind his head. Her other hand brushed down his chest... past his stomach. In the darkness, this close to him, she could feel his arousal. Breaking the kiss, she pushed him gently onto his back, laying him out on the bed. Her hands traced their way down his chest and stomach.


He lay still as her head dropped, her tongue warm and soft over his naked manhood. She gently gripped his hips, careful of her claws. One hand shifted, adjusting his length before ever so gently sliding the tip past her lips, encircling his hot smooth flesh with her tongue. Her incredibly long tongue... He spasmed under her, a soft moan catching in his throat as she shifted, up and down his length her tongue constricting and releasing against the heat of his member. It didn't take long. He may have been a good lover, but he was inexperienced... She slid her lips and tongue away, licking the taste of his seed from her lips. He was out of breath, as she moved over him, laying her body over his.


So young, so very wanting. She could feel lust in his heart, and she smiled. Her jaws moved to his neck, kissing his throat. He was hers... nothing would save him. He still wanted more, she could feel it. So she obliged his desire, one hand slipping down to his loins, gently massaging him. She shifted again, spreading her legs and adjusting him with one hand, ever so gently. Slowly, she sank down, feeling him push first against her, and the into her. Another shakey breath, catching in his throat. It felt so good.... she fed off of his blissful pleasure as she started a slow rythm, pushing him deeper and deeper. She fell against him softly, his hips slowly, nervously echoing hers. He was a fast learner. Too bad, really, that she would end his life. The second climax took much longer than the first. His breathing was laboured, and sweat gave a slight sheen to his soft fur, visible to her even through that darkness.


In the end, he broke into the peak of climax, pumping into her. She was sitting, stradling im, balanced with every thrust. She held him, on the very edge of the climax, the very hight of his pleasure. She gave him that at least. Her claws dug into his chest, but he didn't notice. For some time, nearly a full hour, she held him at that hight... then she shifted, kissing him while her hips still moved. Her tongue pressed into his muzzle, into his throat, choking of his breath and his voice, as her hands found his throat and squeezed. He didn't recognize the danger, not until it was too late. He came, hot seed spilling into her body even as his lungs faught for air. He died, still in the last embrace of that painless, overwhelming pleasure. She drank in his death, his pleasure, every ounce of his essence... draining his gift for the fae, his memories. She continued, pleasureing herself with the body, warm and hard even in death. He really was a good lover.


When she was done, she lay him on his side, in a natural sleeping position, even going as far as to cover him modestly with the top sheet of the bed. A wisp of gold light, and she dissaeared... dissolving into the shadows, her presence failing to disturb even the fae, let alone any of the numerous palace and city wards.