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TOPIC: Bound To The Land

Brother of Stone

Frere de Pierre

Posts: 46

Date: Aug 10, 2008

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Paris had been his stomping ground for a thousand years, his field of battle, his den of iniquity, his soul. For his kind the soul inside them was possessed by the land they were bound to, and that was one thing that even he could not get away from. For Caine life had changed in the modern era and he had abandoned most of the ways of his own kind just as the human world had abandoned them. No more need for the statuary protectors. No more palaces to guard or churchs to keep sacred. Wearing his natural form was something he hadn't done in a hundred years, yet even he felt the break when they left France behind them. Imagine having your most intimate appendage suddenly and without warning ripped from your body and then multiply that imagined feeling by a thousand and you may begin to see a portoin of the pain that he felt. For the land was his only true love, it was what his heart beat for and now they were bidding her good bye. As Caine walked the streets of the island city his skin felt raw and raped by the absence of a familiar setting. No matter how he fought he knew what was needed, what he had to do. The land called to him and he would open himself to it in the only way he had ever done. At his side moved a partner, one of many faces picked out of the crowd at the bar he had chosen to drink in. A woman with blonde hair and a tan that looked like something out of the pages of a mens magazine. Typically perfect and vapid no doubt. Exactly what he was looking for. She mistook the smug condescension on his face for interest, and all the while they had shared drinks she found small excuses to touch him. Sitting at the bar he could smell the musk of her sex as her body gave off those primitive signals that she was in heat. How often humans were exactly like their mammalian counter parts, sickening in their simple weaknesses. The soft melodic tones of his accent alone had practically had her bending over the bar like a babboon with its giant red bottom displayed. Several compliments, a joke or two, and a smile and she was ready to leave with him believing no doubt that this was the beginning of something that would be beautiful. Walking again and they were kissing in a soft dreamy drunken way without urgency. Moving a few steps then kissing, leaning against a tree as he messed up her hair hopelessly. She had no more lipstick on at this point either, washed away in those intense and intimate kisses. The times they stopped he could reach up her dress very quickly and feel the smooth cotton of her panties between her legs, wet and hot, and it made him want to fuck her right where they were. Each time they parted and she looked at him her face brightened exquisitely like a young girl. It was fucking awful and fucking delicious. A grand experience. But he needed more that just the painted up harlot at his side, he needed the earth beneath them, the clean clear sweep of sky above, and enough privacy not to land them both in the bastille for indecency. In a quiet neighborhood he found a private garden, something shared by four upscale townhomes that all had their lights turned out. Before picking the lock on the gate he held a finger to the smoothness of her lips and made a soft shhhhh noise that had her giggling in anticipation. It was too easy to break the lock and once they were inside the gates it was easier still to break the connection between the once respectable woman and her clothes. She was naked almost the moment they came off the street, and yet he took his time. Shoes were slipped from his feet so that he could dig his toes into the soft soil and send down tendrils of power into the earth beneath his feet. Pushing himself inside the earth mother in a way that was so very much more exquisite than anything he'd ever felt with his body. Fingers danced over the buttons of his shirt and let the silken fabric flutter to the ground, chest a muscled gleam in the light of the moon as he moved towards her and saw the shiver that raced through her form. In his eyes was the weight of knowledge that all men have before conquest, a heady thing that sent his power raging against the night, opening and offering of himself to this new land around him. Bodies clasped they moved to lay across the ground and he used patient hands to spread her thighs wide so that he could burrow his face between her legs. She thrashed beneath him as he was licking her and kissing her and driving his tongue into her. Drenched in her clean salty charcoal smell and licking at the silky skin as she was going absolutely crazy clawing at him. She cried out in the darkness and he was beyond caring if anyone could hear them. Grabbing ahold of her hip he flipped her over on her stomach in a practiced move while his other arm wrapped around her waist to force her to come up on her knees, ass exposed in the air as he pressed her upper body firmly into the dirt. Her right cheek smudged in the earths kiss, but turned to the side so he could still see her. Power built in the air and like the clap of thunder he drove into her, impaling her. A blood flush came over her face instantly, the look of pain and tragedy clear set on her features. Arms flung out she bounced beneath him like a rag doll. She was so tight, so wet and hot that it astonished him, that sheath of convulsing flesh welcoming as the earth that now reached up towards him drawn by the energy building in the act of frenzied sexual fever. Her glove tight little vagina, her ass sealed against him and he was her prisoner. Prisoner in that moment to the woman and the goddess below who had ahold of him, both of them rocking his senses deep to their core. Suddenly she exploded inside, the blood flush of her face going dark, her heart stopping, full throttle into le petite muerte. The little death. Her moans were animalian and raw as he slammed into her. And holding back nothing he continued fucking her, spending into her as his power and life force spilled into the earth around them. Fucking her harder than he ever had anything or anyone, male or female, whore or hustler, or powerless phantom of his imagination. All he had he gave out to the forces that gathered around them. She was sweating and moaning, with her head pulled back because Caine's fingers are tangled in her hair. His teeth are grinding together just like his hips into her flesh. Every muscle in his body is flexed and his other hand is leaving the imprints of his fingers in her hip because he's gripping so hard. He grunts, not even hearing her saying his name or the other filth coming from her mouth. That's not what it's about. It even hurts, the way they're smacking together and echoing the skin-to-skin contact. She's about as real as a Barbie doll when it comes right down to it. He just slams into her as hard as possible, holding them together as he throws his head back and finally gasps at the sky above them. In that moment he rips himself free of her and spills his seed into the dirt, his essence spread into the undergrowth and seeping down into the belly of the island like the sticky tendrils of ivy clinging at the mother beneath him. In a rush of fury all that energy spent comes back towards him and slams into his chest hard enough to stop his heart. Wide fly his eyes as he moans in release and opens himself up to the brand of his new home. In that moment that seems to last an eternity he can feel the movement of the land from beneath the sea, plated of earth that shift subtly, on up through the seemingly endless sweep of sea, and the island itself teeming with life and death. In that vision he sees hotspots of power like brands on the land. Beings whose home this is, their power connected to the island itself whether they knew it or not. In a series of blows faces flood his mind, images of those who carry this power, and it almost makes him weep it is so intense. Then the broken doll beneath him reaches out to brush his tears away thinking he weeps for some great intimacy between them and hastily he slaps her hand away. Pushing up to his feet he stands naked and unselfconscious, hands pushing back his blonde hair that is coated in a sheen of his own sweat. Heat echoes down from his amber eyes as he stares at the disgraced creature at his feet. Caine has no heart, or at least no love to prove that one exists inside him. The woman at his feet was nothing more than a tool. A means to an end and he has finished with her. Smug expression returns as he slowly puts on his cloths with the lazy catlike elegance that is his calling card. Behind him she is speaking, some nonsense about coming home with him, and he tries to ignore the pathetic pleading in her tone. Zipping up his slacks he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a twenty, tucking it into the waistband of the business skirt she is trying to adjust. "For a taxi." Shock registers on her face as she blinks in confusion and then his hand is giving her ass a firm slap as he walks past her towards the gate. Poor confused creature doesn't even have the heat to yell at him. Standing in her shame she watches him leave and when he turns the corner at the end of the block he has already forgotten her. Women came and women went, but the land was eternal, and it was his now. __________________

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