Long Live The King

Just a puppet on a lonely string Oh, who would ever want to be king? ♛ Edward V. Eternally eighteen. The king that never was. The eldest of the Princes in the Tower. {Indie OC roleplayer. Timezone - EST. This blog can be NSFW & triggering. I track the tag lostkingofengland. Please read THIS if you'd like to RP.}

[corinthiacruor]

lostkingofengland has been Finned.

[corinthiacruor]

Corinthia began to walk around the room, her hands brushing the surrounding objects, carvings, leaving trails in the dust. “Good, good. I once had fledglings like that boy, but they didn’t last long. Now I think I have perfected my choosing of whom to give the gift to.” 

She stiffened up at the the memory of their first meeting. “He turned up to my establishment while I was away, broke my shower and then tried to sleep and / or eat my girls.” Turning back to face Edward, she grinned viciously. “Which was actually hilarious, that he’d been so presumptuous. My best presented him to me on my arrival home, but as I said, my father is humouring him, and so I obey.”

Crossing the space once again, she closed the gap between them. “But really, is there no way I can make up for it? And even if you insist otherwise, I am queen here, your host.” She eyed him back, before lifting a slender eyebrow. “Men, women, boys, girls… Anyone for anything.” Extending her hand, she smiled. “Corinthia Cruor, at your service.”

[lostkingofengland-blog]

She was a beautiful woman, and he found himself watching her as she wandered around the room. Was there any shame in that, really? The vampire enjoyed beauty in all of its forms, since he felt like he had absolutely none of it. "Funny--" he mused, "--I've never made another one of my kind in all the time I've been around." There were several reasons for that, of course. He didn't need someone following him around, nor did he feel like releasing another one of him into the world. He knew that would be absolutely disastrous. And maybe he hadn't found someone worthy of his blood, truth be told. "You really do need to be picky with that. Can't give it to a fool like that," he grumbled with a flick of his eyes upward.

He noticed how she cringed and hoped to the Lord above, if there even was one, that he hadn't brought about some awful memory for the vampiress. "Lord, that's indeed cringe-worthy," he hissed with a slight recoil. She was a powerful one, he could tell, and a fledgling overstepping her bounds seemed a great sin on their behalf. "Your father is an interesting man, then," he affirmed with a nod of his head.

As she came closer, brows arched and he smiled down at her. "Well--" a pause, and then he took her hand. He kissed the back of it. "Edward Vipon, glad to be receiving it. Would I be overstepping my boundaries to merely ask for a night of your time?" questioned he, with dark, charming brown eyes and a little grin.

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╮ჱ╰ —-;          Teeth dig into her bottom lip and chills creep their way up the length of Cat’s bare back— gripping at her insides and scrambling them around. Oh yes, it might be very nice to have his elongated, sharp teeth sink in… might be something she wanted. Curiosity is what had her wondering, and it was what had her thinking back to the first and only time he had actually bit and fed from her. Skipping her neck and leaning over her wrist, he’d drank from her— holding onto her with a groan low in his throat. It was euphoric, even though the pain because it had been something personal. Made her feel closer. And so, her mind could not help but wonder what it might be like to feel those teeth sink into her neck. 

Bare before him, save for her lace panties, she watched as his dark irises wandered— taking her in, before she connected their lips again. Hands in his hair and the bones of her hips digging into his, she allowed for her tongue to meet with his own, before his lips trailed down to her collar bone. So intoxicating and so tender; she loved him, but the heat under her skin was making her impatient. And so, when his hand skirted up the length of her abdomen to cup her breast— the angel found herself rolling her hips forward softly with a whine on her breath. Not enough; it wasn’t enough because the sudden need and ache she felt was too much. “Edward—” his name wet on her tongue again, Cat shifts to move; laying back in the nest and her hands behind Edward’s neck, tugging to pull him with her to rest on top. She wanted him and she wanted all of him; to feel close and to feel at home under his touch. Legs hitched over the male’s hips and hands between them to work the hem of his boxers down and off, her lips connected with his once again. Of course, nesting season or not, she would not be in this position if she didn’t trust the other. Oh, but she trusted Edward with everything that she had. 

[lostkingofengland-blog]

He knew his Cat, and he knew that she had wanted him to bite her a few times. The vampire would be lying to himself and to her if he said that he had never felt the urge to sink his teeth into her neck and just get a feel of her blood. What would it be like to see it dripping off his fangs? The long, ivory canines had been craving it more and more lately. They weren't used to being around a woman for so long and not biting her, you see, especially when they'd gotten a taste of her before. They had a memory, always would. He had bitten her just once, from a place as simple and as painless as her wrist--it felt like two jabs of a needle, really, nothing too substantially painfully--and yet, that was for his survival. He didn't need her blood to survive, but his body seemed to want it greatly. It pushed him frequently to do so. It made him wonder, it made him want, and there was nothing about Cat that he did not want. Including, it seemed, her blood. But he had always, always refused to feed from this beautiful angel of his. He knew she was not that fragile, knew she could survive a bite or two, but it was the principle of it all, really, that stopped him every time.

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Laurell K. Hamilton, Incubus Dreams

[geminus-insanus]

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I Need Your Shirt || Edward & Priscilla

[orenda--sillage-deactivated2013]

Now that she was inside, Priscilla was able to finally sense that he was like her. Err, like half of her anyway. This house seemed expensive, and reminded her of memories she’d rather keep buried away. Deciding not to dwell on the past, she turned to face him. “Oh, he is horrid. Treats me more like a pet than a person,” she grumbled, eyes flashing red for a moment. At the mention of blood, she perked back up. “Blood sounds fantastic, actually. I’m not one for bourbon.” The blonde offered a friendly smile, still keeping on the look out for anything soft and colorful.

[lostkingofengland-blog]

She was a strange sort of creature, and he decided he wanted to know a bit more about her. Though her mood, it seemed, unless it was her normal one, was a bit weird. As she explained what her maker was like, eyes flashing red, he forced a smile. "Understood. That's awful." Been there, done that, got the scars. He didn't dare speak his thoughts, of course, as those were far too personal. "Grand," he drawled, sauntering over to the kitchen. He had a heated drawer to keep it fairly warm, and though he hated sharing, this he didn't mind. He rarely drank from anywhere other than a live body. He handed her the blood bag with a nod. "Enjoy."

[corinthiacruor]

lostkingofengland has been Finned.

[corinthiacruor]

She bobbed her head in a greeting. Relieved, she smiled, lighting up her young face. Despite being older than him, in the blood. she looked younger. She hadn’t been looking forward to arguing or fighting or listening to the the anger. In fact, it was a surprise he was being so rational. Even the small dealings she had with the infant were enough to send her up the walls. 

“He infuriates me to the bone, but my father thinks he is amusing, and so I do my best to tolerate it. But I will not stand by while he insults guests of my city, guests of mine. So understand that while I am neither responsible for him, nor his actions, I will do my best to make up for any slights against you.” Her hands rose in a universal gesture of innocence. 

“I can assure you, he is not one of mine. From what I have gleamed, he was made by an idiot and then abandoned. Over his year of freedom he has become the pain you witnessed.” She brushed down her skirt as if to rid herself of even the idea of him. “I trust that the girl of mine that conveyed my message was pleasant enough?”

[lostkingofengland-blog]

She was probably older than him, though by how much, he wasn't sure. If he exerted more energy he would probably be able to tell around the century mark. But he was lazy, especially today, since it'd been a little while since he'd had anything to eat. Of course, for Edward, a little while was merely a day. At the most, two. He didn't tend to go too long without feeding, since he'd been trained by design to be a blood thirsty creature of the night. Very little excited him more than the chase of it, so sometimes he'd dumb down his energy to give his victim a bit of a chance. It was the beast within him that loved the struggle of it.

He gave a little laugh as she explained the way Finn acted, their relationship. "You have nothing to make up for, I assure." If this were a man he was talking to, oh, his actions would be far different. Teeth bared and arms gesturing angrily, sweat forming on his forehead from the anger he felt. He hated men, really, for reasons of the past. But this was a lovely woman who had done nothing wrong by him, so she was easily forgiven.

"An idiot, yes. I dread the fact that I cannot find who created him and exterminate them," he drawled with an eye roll. "How did you possibly find him?" questioned the blonde vampire, giving his head a gentle cant to the side and studying her for a moment. A nod followed her words and he smiled. "Darling girl, yes." She had been short, sweet, to the point, as well as humble. Top notch, to him.

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╮ჱ╰ —-;          Kissing down the male’s neck, her eyes caught his teeth digging into his bottom lip and the way his jugular was exposed at the arching of his neck. So very handsome and it nearly gave her chills under the surface of her flesh. “Edward—” His name rides out on her breath and she’s not even all too sure why, it just seemed like a very nice thing to say. And his name is very nice, always has been— and the way his dark eyes honed in on her— the way his teeth pulled at his bottom lip. Her mind wandered for a moment, lingering on the idea of those teeth elongating. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t curious— wondered what it might feel like if he sunk those teeth into her neck. She’d felt his bite once before on her wrist and Cat, as small as she was, was very good with pain. Being an angel made her not so phased by certain things. Oh, but it might… just might be nice. 

His voice was husky and his hands threaded through her hair, before dipping down and undoing the clasp of her bra. She had been close to undoing it herself and he must have ready her mind. Eyes on his— emerald green and focused on Edward’s dark irises, Cat slipped off the bra to leave her in nothing but panties— such a slim amount of clothing separating the two and it elicits a huff on her breath. She was very comfortable with him, always had been and he’d never given her a reason to feel otherwise, and even now she was nearly glowing in his presence. Less clothing, yes, nearly nothing now— and she felt much better. Something still itched away under the surface of her flesh, brought her fidget and pull him closer, canting her hips lightly into his. Frustrated— oh, but she loved him so dearly. Him being in in her nest at all drew her in close to him with needy hands and a purr on her lips. “You… you—” she started, reaching down to play with the elastic band of his boxers. “You’re very lovely, and your body is…” She trails off with lashes lowered and a flush across her cheeks as she runs fingers over the skin above the line of his underwear. “Lovely. Your body is lovely too.”

[lostkingofengland-blog]

He had never seen Cat like this. So brazen with him, so eager to touch and be touched. It turned him on, it confused him--and yet, he continued to lean in to every touch. He made sure that when he bit into her lower lip as gently as he did, that he didn't let his fangs get long and nasty. He definitely didn't want to hurt Cat, that much was for sure. His fangs liked to think that they could elongate to dive into her skin, to suck her blood and feel her energy flowing throughout him. But he absolutely refused for that to happen. There had been one lone time that he had ever bitten her, and he had been more or less starving. He knew she'd been curious as well, and that was the only reason he dared let himself bite her. Feeding from her had been an almost... euphoric, in a sense, moment. It had brought them closer and she'd tasted so good, it was like a dream to him. But he knew he could never do it again, lest he lose control and hurt the most important thing in his life. The only thing that had ever really mattered.

He had simply undone the bra, not gone any further. After all, he and Cat were probably having the most heated moment they'd ever experienced together right now. The vampire, truly, was downright terrified of breaking this. Of doing something to completely fuck it up. It was serene, almost perfect, and it only got better when she decided to go and take the liberty of sliding off that pesky bra herself. Eyes widened in a mix of delight and shock before they lowered again. She looked so beautiful like this, so rare and stunning. He kept her close, biting down on his lower lip as she traced her fingers wherever she could get them. A smile as she ran her fingers along the elastic of his waistband, already wanting those gone. "Cat--you're perfect, I--" he hadn't a clue what to say here, this eloquent man of a time long ago. One hand trailed up her side, cupping a bare breast as his lips craned down to kiss her collarbones. He was so gentle with her, gentler than he'd ever been with another female. No one had ever meant this much to him, you see, and therefore no one had ever deserved this much attention or tenderness. But to her, he would love to show it.

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[corinthiacruor]

lostkingofengland has been Finned.

A young fledgling edged into the room where Corinthia was reading, saw the book, and nearly fled. Corinthia sighed, turning to face the girl. “You’ve already disturbed me by walking in. Get on with it before I throw my book at you.” 

That incited her to come closer, and whispered in Corinthia’s ear, standing behind her to avoid a straight line of fire. Slowly, the ancient put down her book, and stood. “Stay here. Tell Astraea she’s in charge for the moment. I’ve got some apologising to do.”

Running, Corinthia left her building, heading to where she’d been told was a disgruntled vampire who’d had to deal with that brat, Finn. She arrived, boldly standing in the middle of the central room. 

“I mean you no harm. Know that before we come to grief. I wish to apologise for your treatment in my city by the babe, Finn.”

[lostkingofengland-blog]

The vampire had been at his wits end with that fledgling he'd dealt with, that boy named Finn. Edward had a bit of a complex, you see, and he absolutely loathed being disrespected. Normally, he wouldn't go far as to seek out someone to do his chastising for him. That never mattered much to him, as the vampire had been chastised and tortured enough to know how to return the favor.

However, he had been sought out by some other fledgling not long after the difficult, grim encounter. She had explained that Finn was, well, like her--newborn, not used to the vampire world. And Edward had waved it off, not minding too much, before she insisted there was someone that wanted to speak to him.

Well, he hadn't dealt with meetings since he was in line to be the king. This was a nice sort of change of pace, really. So he'd gone with her and now he waited, patiently as he could, for this woman he was to speak to to arrive. When she did, he turned gracefully on his heel, meeting her gaze with his own.

"Darling, there will be no grief," came his casual reply, casting her a mild smile and stepping closer. "I've dealt with fledglings before, really. They can be awfully pesky. All I wonder is how he was turned, and who taught him to treat his elders that way." A frown crossed his features for a moment.

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╮ჱ╰ —-; Ever seen? Oh, but it was such a sweet compliment. The most beautiful— she’d never really thought much of it. Her vessel donned plain long, dark hair and she was fairly short. Plain; nothing that would really make her stand out, but he seemed to like the sight of her and it made her insides squirm pleasantly. He had scars that riddled his body, but she found them oh so attractive— a part of him and it made him who he was. He was a vampire, he wasn’t made of glass. Strong and durable with a shadowed past; she was there to love him for all of it.

A muttered ‘yes’ and he works to rid himself of jeans— Cat shifts to allow him to do so. And then she was close again, leaning in and sliding back to where she belonged on his lap when their lips connected; a deep and sensual kiss with her fingers weaving into his hair. Closer, closer, closer… because it’s not enough and she just wants to keep him tucked away in her nest forever, where no one can find him and take him away. No one to hurt him— no one to touch him. A purr past swollen lips and hands travel down the male’s collarbone; mouth trailing down the side of his neck. There was a humming under her skin and almost a glowing. Oh! The effect he had on her, she could even describe; and nesting season left her hands needy and wanting. She doesn’t quite understand, doesn’t quite grasp what she wants, but it’s tearing away and driving her mad. All she understands is the frustration of clothing against her skin— and his skin— and it brings her to fidget her way out of her pants, donning her in simply underwear. “I…” she starts, pulling away enough to where she can still feel his breath on her flesh, but her eyes are averted. She’s itching out of her skin now and it brings her nose to wrinkle and eyes to lower to the space between them— hips pressed to his. “I love you,” she uttered, kissing down his collarbone. 

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He wondered where she had even found this body. She had once described it as her vessel, so he knew that it wasn't really her own body. As an angel, he doubted that she even had one. They were supposed to be effervescent creatures, weren't they? He wasn't sure what her angel self looked like, if that self looked like anything at all (it was too complex for him to dwell on, really) but he liked the vessel she had. Even if Cat didn't lurk in this body, he would find it fairly beautiful. But what made her all the more lovely was the fact that the soul that embodied it was so... so perfectly suited to his own. So beautiful and angelic. Nothing but a creature of loveliness who, for some reason, had found solace in a man of darkness such as himself. He would forever be astounded by that. Just look at him, really, with the deep scars from when he was a human being, and even after he'd become a vampire. He was nothing to stare at, and sometimes when he looked down at his frame, he felt quite ashamed of it in the long run. It was merely Cat's seeming affection for it that made him go easier on himself.

As she kissed down his neck, the vampire bit down on his lower lip and let his head fall back. Fingers curled around her waist to keep her close, only letting her go so that she could get off of those damned pants. Then she was close again, nearly nude really, and he was staring down at her body with nothing but awe and love. "I love you, my angel," he replied in a voice husky with emotion and want. His fingers threaded through her hair as she kissed around his skin, and one hand slid up her back towards the pesky strap of her bra. Cat was comfortable in her skin, he knew this, and was perfectly okay with wandering around wearing whatever she wanted. However, this was a different situation. In a gentle manner, he unclasped it, but made no move to peel it away from her. He simply smoothed his hands around her skin, letting them each explore each other at leisure.

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╮ჱ╰ —-; Hes, he was being very cooperative and kind. Understanding. How kind of him to listen to her words and affirm that he would follow— that he would only be there when called, but also be there when she did in fact call him. Perfect in her eyes. Shirt off and skin exposed, a smile graced her lips. Chest and stomach riddled with scars, her eyes wandered and took him in— perfect. Everything about him, down to his battle scars over the years was something to marvel at. “You’re very handsome,” she mused, running gentle hands down the plane of his chest and down the tone of his abdomen. Electricity.

“Umm…” Yes, the answer was yes, but her brain was scattered as she fidgeted on top of him. Fingers dips down to the hem of his jeans and she fiddles lightly with the button. Hmm Hmmmm! Nervous, she was terribly nervous and fussy. “I just want…I, um—” It only takes a moment and she’s pulled her own shirt off and cast it aside to reveal creamy skin; exposed save for a plain, lacy white cotton bra. No hesitation, she doesn’t quite understand modesty all too much because it’s all the same to her. No, but the fever of nesting season flushed under her skin and raise goose bumps— too hot for clothes and the closeness of another on the mind. And then her lips were suddenly on his with a new found urgency that even she didn’t completely understand. No, she was just concerned with her need to be closer— driven by things much more primal. And yes, she wanted more of his clothes gone and even as her tongue gently slipped along her lover’s bottom lip, her hands at the hem of his jeans popped the button and pushed down the zipper. “These too,” she instructed, trying to tug them down gently. Bossy.

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He'd been called handsome before, of course. He'd lived for such a long time, had many lovers, and he'd been complimented over the centuries. But this--this was different. Compliments by Cat? Forget about it--they were absolute treasures for the vampire. He had so many scars on his chest, and though he knew he had a countenance that some would deem attractive... he hated his stomach. he hated the scars that littered a muscled abdomen. He hated the stories that they told, of pain and of woe. His gaze fluttered down and he let out  a small sigh to feel her hands on his skin. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," came his soft reply. Oh, he loved her so much, he wished he could articulate it better. His hand slid down the side of her arm--oh, he loved her all the more for the differences between them. For the fact that she was smooth where he was jagged. She was sweet where he was nothing but sour. She was... perfect, and he was anything--anything--but.

She looked so nervous, so very fidgety--what was going on with this lovely girl of his? Was she okay? Was everything okay? He worried about her--and then, amidst his worry, his jaw seemed to slowly drop open as she peeled off her shirt. He'd seen her in this state before, undressed, but nothing had really come of it. She was pure, was she not? He could not let himself taint her in the ways that he wanted to... but she made it hard. He pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers as she kissed him, wanting her closer than she could ever be. "Yes," he breathed, giving a nod. He slid his jeans off and balled them up to the side. Socks, shoes, were also gone. he donned nothing but black boxers, and when he was done with that, he pulled Cat back to him and kissed her deeply.

[harleysins]

[uglyfairytales]

[lostkingofengland-blog]

rough or soft? ;)

Flickers of memories pass through the mind of the vampire, and for a moment, he merely stares at the grey-faced being before a smile slips onto full lips.

               "Rough, preferably, but I'm a versatile creature."

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╮ჱ╰ —-; “Yes, a thing,” she answered with a little smile on her lips and a twinkle in her eyes. He looked so very handsome underneath where she was perched on his lap— seating comfortably in their close proximity. Along with the moodiness and testiness of nesting season, with it, she found herself very enamored with the male. Hers, hers, hers— with palms flat to his chest to smooth up to his shoulders and behind his neck once again. Oh yes, he certainly had his hands full with her, but she loved him for his patience. Such a kind man; he always had been very nice to her. “Umm, I’m not sure,” she replied finally when he asked how long she needed to keep the nest. Nose wrinkling at the bridge and eyes flickering about to check and make sure her creation was neat still with them seated inside, she wasn’t sure. No, it simply came and went and Cat was not very good with time. She didn’t quite understand it. 

“Oh, good. And you are very special to me. I don’t want any other person in this nest.” No, no one but him and herself! A nip to her shoulder and she pushes closer— pressing a lingering kiss to the vampire’s lips. Static and electricity humming under her skin at the contact; he was so very close and she only wanted him closer. “It means I’ll want you in here all the time,” she answered, voice quieter than before, almost hushed now as she got more comfortable in the embrace. Hands grip the fabric of his shirt and Cat furrows her brow suddenly— frustrated. “You’ll have to take this off,” she spoke suddenly, grasping at the hem of his shirt and shifting on top of him enough to tug it off and reveal taught muscle under the flesh. “Is that alright?” Oh, she hoped so. She felt terribly bossy. “Nesting partner is a thing as well. An angel gets frustrated without them, you know. It’s important and umm— you know your clothes are frustrating.” Yes, as much as she loved his clothes, they were frustrating. There was a flush on her cheeks and the pursing of her lips; lashes lowered and eyes averted from his.

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She truly was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. He acknowledged the beauty of other women, yes, but none were able to compare to Cat--to his Cat, to the girl that had made him fall when he was so bitter about the rest of the world. He liked having her on his lap, and he liked the way her hands roamed all over his skin. It made the vampire feel... loved, important, and with his past, it was good for him to feel like that. You see, before her, he didn't let his lovers really touch him unless they were in the act of making love. But Cat was able to touch and proud whenever she wished, as was the privilege given to her when he let her have his heart. He gently stroked her back, very softly, watching her eyes look all around the small sanctuary she had created for herself. Why was it so important to her all of the sudden? He hadn't even heard of something like a nest. Then again, of course, he hadn't heard of angels before having met her. He hadn't ever imagined they were real. But she was, she was so very real, and he cherished her. "Well, I like it well enough," he affirmed with a nod, slowly looking around the room she had made for herself with approving and appraising eyes.

When she said she didn't want a single other being in the nest, eyes widened. Now he certainly felt special. He liked making her feel special, as well, of course, and was about to thank her for this amazing honor--when she kissed him. Digits digging into her skin, he only pulled her closer and when she pulled back, he made a hum of discomfort. "Then I'll be here as much as I can, my angel," he promised her sincerely, meeting her gaze so that she knew he meant it. When she grabbed at his shirt like that, brows arched high up into curly hair, and he wondered what she was doing tugging at his clothing every which was. "Wha--" he stopped, surprised, and then let out a laugh as she peeled his shirt off. Once, he hadn't liked her to see the way his stomach and his back were scarred terribly, but he knew she would never judge, and was comfortable around her. "Perfectly alright, my dear." He gave a nod at that. "Would you rather me take off anything else?" He glanced down at his rugged jeans and shoes, wondering what the protocol was.