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Eye of the beholder

The monster in her cave watched with baited breath both as the servant girl Syraeia climbed the stairs to the second floor but also as the other servant came closer. She took every step, every sway of her hips, and most importantly her delicious feelings still so fresh from the Princess into her gaze. Looking up with the ruby eyes she fed deeply like some reacquainted lover hungrily vying for their companions attention. This server with the semi calm outward demeanor felt like a flood of emotions beneath the surface! [*feeding begins]Perhaps Oliva underestimated just how thirsty she had become, maybe it was the teasing sip from her companion that lit the hunger spark deep within her own body. Whatever the reason she felt the rush of fresh affection like honey pouring down her body thick and sweet. A subtle moan slipped past her full lips, without realization as she slowly tried to stand only to hear a warning like a spirit of the past telling her to sit. The dark haired green eyed server was a true delicacy that lingered on. Being so close to the source the dark being could nearly see it like heat ripples off a stove shimmering in the air just above the young woman's skin. Much like the steam from a freshly baked pie daring for onlookers to take a bite. Bite Olivia did, in a sense, yet far deeper then any creature in the forests dared to dream.

Alex watched the exchange seeing his lady looking out from the fur at the servant girl coming closer. Getting more than a little distracted from the milk chocolate figure gently bouncing as she walked to the table. Knowing the effect those eyes had on the people that met Octavia's blood gaze. Like before he recalled the timing and started to count silently in his head though the man himself didn't really know when the feeding started or how late it was. Wait he was suppose to talk to her? "We need more food and some fresh ale. I think our companion would like to freshen up so if you would just leave the rest to me I can assure you this table tips heavily." He paused trying to think but his eyes were elsewhere.

John was mostly quiet observing the exchange with his brother and the servant girl. It was hard not to see why. Not many alluring girls back in the village, this young woman was that and more. In fact it was only when the dark furs rose into view did he remember she was in the room. "Oh shit. Um ...brother?" He swatted the older sons arm with a look of concern.

"Huh?" He glanced over to notice she was standing with her hand on the tavern girls shoulder. His head turned to the furs as a look of fear spread across his face! His brother was closer to the dark figures back. "NOW DO IT NOW!" Alex shouted, panicked forgetting the timer it would have to be enough. 

John reached up with one hand pulling the hood down over the creatures eyes before locking his arms around her shoulders and shoving her forcefully to the chair breaking the link. John thanking the gods this monster was not one for strength. He held her fast feeling the slender figure squirming and grunting beneath the cloak of blackest night slowly subside. Only when the final struggle played out and the milk hand patted his arm did the burly man release his charge. 

She sat for a good moment not daring to look up. Her head felt light after such a meal. Drunk off the woman's passion felt so sensual swirling about the pit that she poured it into. The emotion becoming her new favorite meal, as it was her first taste of such a sweetness that played on her hunger. The inner pit sated for now she slowly pulled out more coins leaving then on the table letting the two brothers fend for an excuse to what just happened. She rose again. A sultry soft tone as the hood turned to the other woman at the table. "Delicious." Not waiting for any remark the shadow moved to the stairs. 

Alex and his brother exchanged glances before looking at the green eyed tavern girl. Jonh sitting after the tussle with their charge moved to kick his brother under the table to act. 

"Right, ale, more of that and um... please keep the rest." He slid the coins to the woman hoping she didn't call the guards or create any problems. Normally anyone the Lady fed from was a criminal and died. When they had tried it in the forests on the trail here Alex felt numb inside. Like the fear she had been the sole cause of ripped the emotion from his body leaving a hole of sorts that healed over time. Reminding him of pulling trees stumps to clear land. The red headed man could only try to imagine the lingering effects the Lady had over this woman. 
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Using those slightly pointe ears the cloaked one moved following the sounds to the room that would hold her true target. That petite wonder of a woman with her large jewel of an eye. A visage of death all in black silently moved down the hall to stop before the door. She felt gitty from the feeding of passion. It was definitely a first and Olivia loved its sweet flavor, it almost resembled that one time during a particularly long court discussion when she was younger and imbibed on too much brandy wine. Not one to intimidate and wanting this next meeting to start on a good note the lady lowered the hood and pulled back the cloak exposing the figure beneath. The milk white skin against the dark earthen tones was hopefully something that would appeal to her... well it would just have to revel its title later. Pausing by the door to listen in to the tune Syraeia was humming. A gentle knock against the wooden door frame to announce she was there. Olivia might have felt nervous if not for the tipsy feeling the feeding now gave her. Indeed the lady was feeling a little bold tonight. 

Stepping into the room and gently shutting the door behind her. The lady in her long back skirt and brown sued corset stood before the other blight borne. "...." She blushed face to face the words left her throat and mind. The scene felt like her life was on a path she never prepared for. A lady in a room with a blight borne and so isolated. The guards down stairs half drunk would never reach Olivia in time. A moment suspended in time where anything could happen and her words failed her! The pale lady's eyes went wide in disbelief as she faced away momentarily trying to think of the things she wished to say. It must be what the first person felt like seeing the moon in the heavens. "I am, Olivia..." Her voice shy and demure. All those years of royal training and now she stood there before the petite Syraeia feeling like some simple village girl swooning on her first crush. Casting a side glance at the woman noticing she had removed the brown cloak from earlier. "I was hoping we might sit together, and talk."

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