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Chaos Embrace (mf sf gothic)
by D-Singer (allenk2@rpi.edu)
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Greetings...
The following tale is from the Chaotic Erotica, which is a collection of
tales from the chronicle Where Chaos Reigns. This chronicle is actually a
game in the White Wolf Storyteller System that I have been running for more
than two years. Needless to say, these tales are not roleplayed, and are
generally left to the imagination of the people in my game. However, as the
storyteller, they are all collected in my mind, and I have finally decided
to write them out. There will also be, eventually, some tales written by a
few of my players, as guest authors in the chronicle.
Some of the tales of the Chaotic Erotica are explicit and erotic in nature,
some actually are not. It has turned into more of a true game chronicle
than merely a collection of erotic tales. Since some tales are not sexual,
I am not currently planning on posting them unless there is some demand for
other portions of the overall story.
Enjoy!
D-Singer
(aka, Deb Atwood)
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Embrace
from the Chaotic Erotica tales from the chronicle Where Chaos Reigns
(c) 1994 Deb Atwood (aka D-Singer)
The University was more difficult than Laurie had expected. His older
brother Jonathan was there, which only made it worse. Jonathan was staid
and old-fashioned, and had little of the same interests as the younger of
the two Cuthberts. Where Jonathan wished to study, Laurie wanted to explore
the world. While Jonathan slept, Laurie crept out of the dorm and crawled
the streets of London, prowling for a warm and willing woman. And he never
had to pay to get one.
At the tender age of 22 he was beginning to show signs of world-weariness.
Tired of the same games, he turned to the underground, learning of circles
of occult within London. People who sacrificed children and drank their
blood. People who could control the very weather around them. He sought
them out, wanting to join them. Wanting to understand if perhaps there was
a reason behind the constant tiresome fog of London.
And he found them.
In a house on a hill, terribly stereotyped in all the ghost stories of the
age. He was cautious as he approached, wary of what he might find. His own
studies into the occult had yielded little so far, but he felt he had some
small measure of power. He could make a candle light from across the room,
or cause the flame to flicker lightly. He had begun to work on causing
items stored in his closet to arrive in his hands instantaneously, but was
stumped as to how to actually proceed. But perhaps this house held the
secret.
The night was still around him as the heavy doorknocker echoed loudly.
Footsteps, and then the door swung open slowly. Standing before him was no
more than a boy, perhaps 16 years of age, with fine blond hair and pale
blue eyes. As Laurie gazed down on him, the boy returned his steady gaze.
"Yes?"
Laurie checked the small slip of paper crumpled in his hand. "I am looking
for a man by the name of Eric..."
"I am he," the boy interrupted. "And you must be Lawrence Cuthbert." The
door swung slightly wider and the boy stepped back to allow him room to
pass. He motioned towards the hall, lit by flickering torches. "Please,
come in."
Laurie hesitated just a moment, then stepped over the threshhold. The
interior of the house was cool, kept so on the warm summer night by the
heavy cold stones. Only a few torches dotted the walls, flickering light
dim in the foyer. As the door shut with a heavy thunk behind him, Laurie
turned back to the boy. Again he was caught by his youth. "I, uh, expected
you'd be older."
The boy smiled. "Looks can be decieving." He walked calmly towards the back
of the hall, almost disappearing into the darkness. As Laurie stood still,
Eric turned back and raised a single eyebrow. "Your letter did say you
wished to learn the magical arts, did it not?"
Laurie nodded quickly, then stepped to catch up with the boy. They moved
through silent halls, heels clicking on the stones, back and down, below
the kitchens and into the stone cellar. There they were met by three other
men, all cloaked so that Laurie could not possibly recognize their faces.
Eric stepped forward, bringing Laurie into a small circle of light. "This
is Lawrence..."
"Laurie," he corrected him quickly.
With a sharp glance, Eric said softly, "Laurie, then." He turned back to
the others. "He wishes to join us. For now, I propose he witness our ritual
and then spend the day here. In the evening again he can make his
decision."
Eric looked at each figure in turn, and slowly each nodded. "Then," Eric
smiled broadly, "we shall begin."
He led Laurie to the back of the room, settling him in a darkened corner
with an easy view of the circle of light. Then he left, returning soon with
a child cradled sleeping in his arms. One of the cloaked figures drew a
stone altar into the light, and Eric laid her there. She whimpered softly
in her sleep, small hands pushing against his chest. Laurie could hear
soothing whispers, and slowly she settled back into sleep.
They were chanting in a language Laurie didn't understand. Perhaps Latin,
perhaps German. Perhaps some bastardized version of both. The child slept
still, sometimes fretting softly, as the sounds grew rhythmically around
her. From somewhere, Eric produced a pewter goblet, passing his hands over
it while chanting still. He handed the goblet to one of the figures,
motioning him to stand close. Then he lifted the child slightly, so her
head fell back across his arm, her white throat bared to his caressing
fingers.
He spoke in Latin, his voice mesmerizing, his eyes almost glowing. "Sleep,
little one, as I take thy life so that we may live. Sleep, little one, and
pass on into eternity."
A blade that Laurie never saw passed across her neck, and a bubbling
whimper sounded softly, the sound fading almost as fast as it arose. Eric
lowered his mouth to the welling blood, tongue snaking out for a taste.
Then the goblet came forth, catching the blood until no more came. Each
sipped from the goblet until it was empty.
Laurie sat quiet in his corner, torn between horror and fascination. He
almost stepped forward with the others, craving the child's blood, wanting
to know what powers it might grant. But Eric's gaze, settling calmly on
him, kept him still.
Eric took the empty goblet and again began to chant, the others staying
silent. His voice rose in a language beyond Laurie's knowledge, older than
any he had ever studied. Louder and louder, a grand crescendo, and then...
sudden silence. The torches flickered out, and all that was left was the
near silent sound of a tongue against skin, and the soft slurping of a
swallow.
Laurie stood slowly, common sense and reality finding his mind within the
haze. He had to escape. He looked around, trying to regain his bearings in
the darkened room. Then as suddenly as they had gone out, each torch relit,
the sudden soft light blinding him. He blinked, trying to see.
"Have you found what you wished to find?"
Laurie looked down to see Eric looking up at him. The others were gone, as
was the body of the child. Only he and Eric remained, standing in dim
circle of light. "I'm not certain," Laurie said slowly. "I don't think I'm
quite certain what I was looking for."
Eric smiled. "Perhaps if you rest for a while. Things might seem clearer
when you awake."
Laurie started to shake his head. "I'm not tired." A yawn caught him in the
middle of the final word, betraying the truth.
"I do believe you are. Sleep." Eric placed an arm gently about Laurie's
waist, drawing him with him up the stairs. As they walked, Laurie found his
eyes closing, and he leaned on Eric's small frame, grateful for the
support.
The thick down bed and warm covers engulfed him and he slipped into
dreamless slumber.
"Are you prepared?"
Laurie's eyes snapped open at the question. The room was dark still, only
one torch burning in a far corner. He was sprawled on a large bed, naked to
the waste, the covers strewn far away. Eric sat but a few feet from him,
white robes on his slight figure. "Prepared for what?"
"For your initiation." Eric stood, offering a hand to Laurie. "It wasn't
chance, you realize. I chose you."
"Chose me?" Laurie felt a little dazed as he stood, his head spinning as if
he had moved to quickly. He waited for it to clear, his hand still within
the boy's grasp. "I searched you out, seeking enlightenment." A sudden
vision of Eric, blood staining his teeth, smiling at him, the child's body
limp in his grasp. He slid his hand free. "I am no longer certain..."
Eric merely shook his head, leading Laurie out of the room. "Now is the
time. If you choose to decline, you will never gain true power. You will
always be able to light your candles, but you will never know how it feels
to have the stormclouds wither beneath your touch, or the rush of power
when lightning strikes at your beckoning. A simple flame is nothing."
An image of himself at the standing stones, a summer thunderstorm coming up
over the rise, the rain beginning to fall, and then his hands raised,
orchestrating the natural dance of elements. Laurie began to smile. "And
this will be mine after the initiation."
A slight nod. "Some study will be necessary." Eric glanced up, his eyes
shadowed. "Are you attached to that University of yours?"
"No." Laurie had no need to think over the answer. What need did he have of
history when this was within his grasp? He shook off the sudden image of
the child.
They progressed down into the cellar, into the circle of light. No one else
was there this time, but the altar was already in place, a white robe lying
across it. Eric gestured towards the robe. "Shed your mortal clothing and
dress as you will appear before the gods. When I return, we will begin."
Laurie slid his slacks over slender hips, his shirt left in the room
upstairs. A breeze from somewhere struck him and he shivered momentarily,
then slid the robe over his head. The material was soft, and a little
slick, caressing his body as it flowed over him. And then Eric returned.
With him was a cloaked figure, walking softly on small bare feet. He
pointed to the altar. "Sit."
Laurie waited to see if the newcomer took the space, and then sat when it
remained empty. His robes gapped slightly, revealing a smooth chest. The
cloaked figure stood before him as Eric moved behind him, fingers catching
in the piece of leather tying Laurie's hair back. The tie came free, and
Laurie's hair spilled across his shoulders, shining in the light. The
butterfly touch of Eric's fingers stroking his hair sent chills down his
spine, and Laurie steeled himself, thinking of the power.
There was a featherlight touch on his chest, and he looked up again to see
a woman before him, cloak thrown back to reveal a pretty face, wide eyes
and auburn hair. She smiled at his gaze and tugged at his robes, spreading
them to reveal more of his chest. She moved close, one leg on either side
of his, straddling his lap. She tucked her hips in close, her robes falling
to the side to let her nudity press against him. A quick tug of her fingers
and his robes slipped aside as well, and they came into full contact.
The sudden rush of blood surprised him, and he came fully erect as she
pushed her hips against his, slowly forward and back, rocking herself
against him. His hands slid up her back, finding the tie holding her robes
together, loosing it until the fell apart for him. He pushed the robes off
her shoulder, kissing along the path he bared. Her head fell back, allowing
him access with his mouth and tongue.
First one shoulder, then the other, he slowly disrobed her. Then she did
the same for him, settling back into her comfortable position on his lap.
With her body fully exposed to his pleasure, Laurie kissed her deeply,
tongue sliding inside the warm cavern of her mouth while his hands slipped
down to cup the cheeks of her buttocks, pulling her in tight as he
plundered her mouth. One hand at the small of her back, he held her while
she arched away from him, breasts thrust forward to his waiting tongue. He
circled the rosebud nipple, feeling it harden, then nipped slightly,
smiling at the catch of her breath. And then the other, lazily licking his
way across, until she shifted so his mouth claimed it, suckling deeply.
She came back to him then, kissing him, taking charge. Her hands slipped
between them, cradling him in tiny palms. Her hips slid back along his legs
until she slid between them, kneeling, mouth dropping to take him inside.
Her tongue slid along his length, tickling him, while her hand cradled his
balls. Lost in the pleasure, Laurie leaned back to lie on the altar, the
stone cool against his heated body. Warmth engulfed his length, tongue
flickering along it, teasing him, sliding out of her mouth and then back
in. He moaned, his hips shifting slightly, trying to thrust deeper. And
then suddenly the warmth was gone, and there was a pressure on his chest.
His eyes flickered open to find her above him, hips above his mouth,
waiting.
His fingers clung to her hips, drawing her towards him as his tongue snaked
inside. Her sweet, sticky necter covered his lips as she moaned, thrusting
against his tongue. He felt a soft touch on his cock, then warmth,and he
groaned, instincitvely thrusting both his hips and his tongue, drawing her
hips closer to him even as he was sucked into a cavern.
Her fingers tangled in her hair as she gasped, thrusting harder and harder
against his tongue. And then she spasmed suddenly, warm juices flowing
across his chin as he thrust deep, groaning his climax.
She collapsed onto his chest, rolling to the side on the small space of the
altar. He was sapped, floating, unaware of his surroundings, one hand still
lazily caressing her back even as fingers gently stroked his own spent
organ. Then his eyes slowly flickered open.
Eric stood over him, naked, one hand still on Laurie's groin, liquid
glistening on his lips. "Lovely," he whispered. "Just as I had hoped." Then
he smiled, teeth shining in the flickering light, as he bent to touch his
mouth to Laurie's neck.
He tried to pull away, but the sudden sensation was as if another orgasm
crashed over him. He groaned, trying to fight the pleasure as darkness rose
up around him. His fingers tightened on the limp body of the girl, then
relaxed as darkness claimed him.
The room was dark as he awoke, the only sound the soft breathing of the
girl beside him. He stood, head light with hunger, stomach cramping with
the need for sustenance. He made his way slowly to the wall, finding a
torch and a stone, striking it lit. He placed it in the holder and surveyed
his surroundings.
His face felt sticky, and he wiped his mouth, hand coming away sticky with
the girl's juices and the red of blood. Blood...
He could feel her heart pounding, even from across the room. Every breath
she took was like thunder in his ears, sensations crashing over him. He
took an involuntary step towards her, feet tangling in the heap of cloth of
the abandoned robes. Then another step, then another, in time with the
rhythmic beat.
Blood...
He knelt beside the altar, cradling her in his arms. Words he didn't
understand, but vaguely remembered spilled from his lips as he carressed
her brow. And then the Latin. "Sleep, little one, as I take thy life so
that we may live. Sleep, little one, and pass on into eternity."
He carressed her face, stroking across her brow, down over her high
cheekbones, down to her neck. She murmered her pleasure in her sleep, hair
sliding back as she tipped her head, baring the neck for his kiss. He
started with her lips, softly tickling them into pleasure. His lips moved
across the jaw, down over the chin and to her neck. He could feel her pulse
fluttering with excitement just under her skin. She might have woken up for
her pleasure, had the charm not kept her asleep. He licked the pulse,
feeling her quiver beneath him, and then he sank his teeth in sharply,
quickly, drinking deep.
When he was sated, her body was limp. He gently laid her back against the
altar, then sank to the floor, head against the cool stone. He kept his
mind blank, forbidding any images of child or woman to enter, staying at
peace.
At the sound of footsteps he looked up. Eric held the girl in his arms
easily, though she was taller than he. He smiled down at Laurie, holding
out one hand. Laurie reached up to take it, standing slowly.
They stood there, the boy with the girl limp in his arms, and the man,
newly intiated.
And then Eric smiled. "Welcome."
Laurie could only try to smile in return.
THE END