Curiosity led to Discovery

 
Walking through the town, Vlad would come across a plethora of oddities that should not have occurred; it seemed logic had abandoned this place. Doors were randomly thrown on buildings, horizontally, vertically, diagonally; there was no rhyme or reason as to this configuration, however, it seemed to fit the feeling of this town; death reigned over the town, and it seemed to welcome no other feeling; death was a tyrannical being that offered very little welcome.

Death, this was what lined the streets; hanging from the buildings, thrown on the ground, simply littering the streets; corpses had claimed this place as their own. It seemed these corpses were what allowed for this place to exist; without so much death, how could a person expect to cultivate this feeling without these corpses? It was not possible.

It was this sense that drew Vlad in, deeper and deeper; the sense of pure death. Such a thing was so rare to come by, and often would be tainted by some idiotic mage who thought them self able to manipulate and maintain it; humans were such foolish creatures that allowed for the worst of the worst to occur; they cared very little for others, so long as it benefited themselves. What would the world be without the human race? Would the corruption that brought Vlad to this point still exist? Would Vlad still be drawn to the same conclusions, actions and demands as he were right now? Who knew?

The closer he approached to the church, the stronger this sensation got; as he got closer, it became tainted, no longer the sense of pure death, though one that held a familiar aura; Marceline. Looking into the building the first thing that caught his attention was some sort of hand which shot out of the ground; it seemed to exude death, despair and all the malicious intent a person could imagine; this was what drew him in further and further. Forcing him to continue his exploration, he could not simply leave such a thing be! What type of person would he be if he did not pursue this feeling? What would he do with himself? Would he be able to face himself? It was as he approached the hand, deciding on how to continue, that he would slip; tumbling down the tunnel he began to scream profanities; it seems he had slipped...

Tumbling from the great height he was able to feel it; the boney structure digging into his body from behind; it was something he couldn't avoid. It had to have been the most painful experience in his life; as the bone rip up his back, he couldn't help but scream; profanities echoed through the hollow tube. His sight began to blur; blood running down his back; it had to end soon, no?

Reaching out, he was able to grab hold of something; a boney structure. It seemed he was saved, for the moment. As his descent halted, he could feel his shoulder pop; it seemed he had over extended himself. Pulling himself up, through the pain that now rippled his body, he would continue to transverse the structure.  It was a bit of a bother, though each motion forward brought him towards this familiar aura; he was able to feel the presence of another; someone he knew quite well. Marceline; while he had seen her naked before, this was something that simply caught him off guard. He was befuddled; who would expect a female to be standing, naked, in such a place? Well, to be fair, it was Marceline. This was not something one could dismiss. Marceline was someone who was not someone who was tethered by ordinary standards; she was a but more free. This freedom, as some would call it, was depicted by each action she took.

Although she seemed to dislike his advances, not even a week ago, she was now rubbing against him; laying her head against his chest as though they were lovers; it was a bit odd. Shrugging it off, seeing as this was Marceline, he listened to each phrase she spoke; they all seemed to hold some significance to this situation. Master? The fuck is she talking about? This is all that really crossed his mind as she continued to speak of joining them, though it was never too clear on who they were. Well, it seemed he was going to find out. 

"Well, you do have my attention; it seems you have changed your views since our last encounter... It was only a week ago? More or less?" He chuckled, allowing her to rub against him, though he simply stood there; there was no real way to react to this situation. He simply chose to accept it; after he had chosen to do so, he would begin to examine the room itself; it was as though he was thrown into the body of a human; the walls resembled that the muscle tissue of any being. "Well, where are we dear? Could you enlighten me on this?" He chuckled, beginning to walk around the place; it seemed he could not longer hold himself back.

His exploration led him to approach the walls, running his hand along the wall the blood would begin to smear; his hands, now covered in blood, were stimulated by the movement of blood; it moved slowly at first, until it began to move in an instant, taking the same form as it previously held. This seemed to interest Vlad, looking over the blood; "Hm..." He simply let it be. "Well, where is this master you speak of? Are you merely a servant? That is... interesting; why do you submit to being a simple servant? Why not move up the ranks?" He would ask these questions, interested in what her stakes were in this master of hers. It seemed his movements were not as elegant as they previously were, the pain becoming more apparent; what was he to do? Well, it seemed this was going to be an uncomfortable stay.

 
It seemed the room could only distract him for so long; he already knew where this would lead. Marceline was the same person she had been on their last encounter; nothing had change, and he was fine with that. It always led to a very sensual encounter; he always enjoyed these sessions. It allowed for them to blow off some steam, to simply fulfill their desires; what more could a man ask for? It was as he began to turn, about to return to his position beside Marceline, that she began to move.

She seemed to move with much more elegance than she had previously; her movements held a much clearer reason behind them; she knew what she wanted and was ready to get it. This show, however, would soon come to an end. THUD... The body had hit the ground; it seemed she would not hold back any longer; perhaps she was not as true to herself as she let off? It was with this thought that she would look upwards, toward the ceiling; her body was as tempting as it had been since their first encounter, though he did not mind; he was expecting this type of encounter. It was simply something that could not be avoided.

Sex. This was one of the most primal acts that could be committed; it held significance in all parts of society; this extended all the way to religion. Who knew such an enjoyable act would be so frowned upon? It seemed society was rather prude when it came to sex; people were ashamed to discuss it. This, however, did not matter to Vlad; he knew what he wanted when he saw it and did not falter in obtaining it. Taking a step forward, it seemed Marceline had the same idea; her movement brought him to a halt; the elegance of each step took him by surprise; this was not the Marceline he knew; he simply knew the angry, direct version; this was something different. Something more?
 
It was as she wrapped her arms around his neck that he wanted to move; to take action and control. He was the type to take command, even in this situation. It was as she licked his neck that he moved his hands down, wrapping them around her waist; they began to move further and further south, grabbing her ass as she spoke in her ear. What a tease. Leaning in, he began to whisper in her ear. "Well, is this what you consider foreplay? Aae'phaelleris?" He chuckled, moving his head; it was as he did so that she would lean in, locking her lips against his; she had become more aggressive than earlier. This was the Marceline he was acquainted with. This was the version that had torn his clothes off and spun her web around him; trapping him to always be linked with her, not that he minded.


This side seemed to retreat, however, as she pulled away; backing away she seemed to be heading toward the altar; a smirk played across his lips. Removing his shirt, tossing it below, he would rub the back of his shoulder; it seemed the pain had dulled. Was this the effect of what she had done to him all those nights ago? Well, he was fine with it; he never disagreed with it.

Perhaps he was lost in thought for that moment, because when he had looked back up all he saw was her pleading motions; it seemed she was tired of this little dance just as much as he was. Taking his first step forward, it seemed she was starting without him. Her hands ran over her body, the same body he had enjoyed.

With each step he closed the gap between the two; with each step he grew closer to the same cathartic experience he had experienced in the past; with each step he grew closer to completing the "ritual." With this final step, he was now standing over Marceline; he stood there for a few moments; watching as the female pleased herself; ran her hands all across her body; it seemed she wanted company. He was a gentlemen, and as such he would accompany her.

No more than three seconds had passed before he leaned over; eclipsing her body, he would grab her hands; pinning them to the altar, he would move atop her; now eclipsing her body he leaned in, returning the kiss she had given him earlier. It seemed it had wanted to go home, and how could Vlad resist such a primal cry? It was with this kiss that his left hand would release, trailing down her body. It seemed to have a mind of its own; tracing over her body, as an explorer would new land, he would not miss a single dip. It was after a few moments that it would find its destination, the same place that it had ravished previously. Leaning forward he would whisper into her ear, "It seems like history does repeat itself." A slight chuckle escaped his lips, his hand still plenty occupied below.

His tongue would escape the confines of his mouth; running free on her neck it seemed to be loose, uncontrolled. It was as he reached her collar bone that he would lean in, bitting into her skin. It was something that simply felt natural to do; something that she would enjoy. It was in that moment that she could hear the clang of his belt falling to the ground; he did not like to waste time in these endeavors; they were something that was driven by spontaneity and passion. These two things could not be wasted by the hesitations of a man? Why should he hesitate? He knew what he wanted, he knew he would enjoy this; hell, he knew she would enjoy this.

Not even a second had passed from the clang to the act of defilement; it seemed he was rather eager. Teasing was something he had very much enjoyed, especially with Marceline, however, it seemed they both were too caught up to be bothered by such a trivial thing. It was merely a waste of time. It did nothing to further the ecstasy the two felt as they became one. This was the ritual they partook in; this was the "matrimony" of the two; though, he doubted she would see it as such. It seemed she held a notion of love that overtook even these moments; this was something that didn't bother Vlad, he did not expect much. It was this lack of expectations that allowed him to be so rough; to do as he pleased; to reach the heights of ecstasy. This sacrifice was a very willing one; she loved to be "sacrificed" for her master; perhaps she planned to make a hobby of it.

It was at this point that something began to eat away at Vlad; it was something he should have noticed earlier; all this talk of a master, and the writing on the walls. Ah, this was the sacrifice? It seemed this was something more than it appeared; well, seeing as it was a ritual he should focus on summoning this master of hers; this was no longer about pleasing himself. No, it was now about completing this ritual; it was nothing too elaborate, though it does seem to add a new element to the whole event. While this had caused him to hesitate for a moment; he no longer did so. His goal was clear; summoning the master.