[Transylvania] Castlevania

[Bloodedge]

'Madness?' he wondered mentally, thinking it funny that she'd chosen such a word to describe her existing state. He had felt this way in his own mind moments prior, for the same reasons, but it was a feeling more welcome than any other. As the woman kissed his face and neck, his eyes traveled to keep track of her face's movements. He did not wish to lose track of the face he'd been watching so intently all this time. "Then join me, and let us be lost in madness for the rest of time," was Sorin's whispered retort. He immediately resorted to reaching a greater depth than he had before. He sank deeper, not into madness, but into bliss... and he wasn't quite sure what the difference was anymore.

[Apollymi]

Kasmina was subjected to the continued movements of her husband, even as she kissed his face and neck. It seemed the pair of them were content to continue as they were, but she sound found him voicing a reply to the words she'd spoken. As she fell back against the bed once more, his renewed movements within came with a whispered statement of their shared descent into madness. "Well, when you offer so nicely," she moaned as he reached a greater depth within her, causing a pause in her sentence as she wrapped herself more securely around his person claws leaving scratches along his back as she did. She'd never felt like this before and at this depth what was coming was something very unlike what she'd experienced before. Shallows they were by comparison to the pounding depth within her now filled by her husband.

[Bloodedge]

Acceptance was what he received from Kasmina's next response. The hand which cradled Kasmina's head once again shifted to move her face against his once more, as claws were felt scraping along his back. He kissed her lips yet again, allowing his own eyes to close as he thrusted deeper yet. He felt now as if he was continuously diving into a pool he could not swim out of; all he could do was sink deeper. He did sink in the end, but it felt more like floating. "I would offer again and again," he said, speaking directly into the woman's face.

[Apollymi]

Kasmina soon felt the warmth of Sorin's caress upon her face before their lips met once again. This dance between the two of them was passionate and deep and so full of many new and thrilling things for them to share in their now eternal life together. She could sink into this blissful feeling and love it always. And as he moved deeper still her voice would come in a moaned whisper. "For you, I will always accept," she murmured a she looked into his face once more. She'd never know what she'd done to deserve this man, but she was quite possibly the happiest she'd ever been in these moments. That pleasant feeling seemed to be ever present as her arms moved around Sorin's back and she closed her embrace upon him. She wanted to feel close, needed to perhaps, and in so thinking would move their lips back together as they shared martial bliss.

[Bloodedge]

Not only did the physical sensations Sorin received from this lover's embrace stir his loins; Kasmina's voice in his ear drove him to madness with every spoken word. The close embrace they shared warmed him to his very core, and sparked a fire within him the likes of a tavern's hearth in the dead of winter. Lips constantly rubbed against one another, swapping small quantities of saliva, and even smaller amounts of residual blood from Sorin's earlier bites. The proverbial pool Sorin dove into was seeming to have no bottom at all... but, something else did.

Soon enough, Sorin encountered the absolute depth he'd be capable of reaching. He discovered this due simultaneously to his shaft filling every ounce of itself into her being, and his end finding hers. In this moment, it was as if he'd gone through the simple process of donning a custom-tailored suit, or making use of a key made to open one specific lock. It was perfection.

[Apollymi]

As a pair they continued to meet on and on. Kasmina herself was lost in sensations. Where their bodies met there was nothing but pleasantries, from lips lightly reddened by constant contact, to the peaks of her breasts rubbing against his chest, her arms over his shoulders her legs around his back. All of it was a rush, a wash, and outwardly delightful. But then there was a moment, one in which it seemed like their bodies could get no closer, when Sorin reached his absolute limit within her and their bodies met face to face, chest to chest, and interlocked at the loins. There was something more to this, as it seemed that they were meant to be this way, as both ends were found simultaneously and the depth reached inside her could be no further. She felt him brush against the bottom of her and it brought a sigh from her parted lips. She hadn't the words to express this feeling but it was supreme.

[Bloodedge]

Lost was Sorin to the goings-on around him. His blood was boiling to such an extent that its heat radiated outward from his core. As this sensation built up within him, so did a strange, tingling sensation within his loins. From this newfound depth he'd reached, Sorin steadied the pacing of his thrust to a constant, repetitive motion. The way Kasmina's legs had wrapped around him gave the male a point of limitation in his withdrawal, and of course there was the natural stopping point forced upon his forward movements. Though these could be called limitations, they gave him the means of a perfected moving cycle - one he would continue making use of for an undetermined amount of time.

[Apollymi]

With the passage of time and the lingering strokes of Sorin, Kasmina would soon be finding the end. That ever building tingling sensation which had spread throughout her entire body, brought a blush to her face and let the sensation drain from the tips of her fingers and toes. As the motions of Sorin continued her breaths would more steadily become labored and her body would begin to tighten around her husband, forcing each movement to become more and more labored. As it continued she was maddened near to the point of frenzy as she let out a sigh and relayed how she felt in this moment. "Sorin, I can not resist..." a moan would escape there after and her body would tighten even beyond what it was. The proverbial cup had run over sending a crashing wave of release throughout this young woman's body, nectar leaked from her nether as she claimed this sweetest of flourishes with her husband buried deep within her.

[Bloodedge]

Sorin kept a close enough proximity that he seemed to have intentions of absorbing the labored breaths of Kasmina directly into his own face, while delivering his own. Unsavory though it may have been, he felt some previously unknown amount of intimacy from it. Conveyed feelings were met by a deep stare into Kasmina's crimson irises. Sorin felt himself reaching the peak of the mountain called ecstasy, as some incredible form of pressure welled up over time within his groin. He knew the time had come. "Resist no longer. Join me in bliss, dear wife," he said, as he let loose any resistance he may have had. His upper body tightened as he unleashed the tension of his loins, and with it, the seed of his family jewels.

[Apollymi]

Almost as soon as Kasmina had spoken, her husband was encouraging the release already on the horizon. He seemed to have one ready for himself as, he met her gaze with his own which seemed to penetrate her very being. Their closeness in the moments leading up to this was almost incomprehensible. As he spoke to her of joining him, his own tension released, and she got the feeling of being filled from within to add to the litany of sensations she'd been exposed to this day. Her eyes widened and she felt the incredible feeling of relaxation which came along with their shared ecstasy. It was all she could do to simply enjoy the moment and as she regained her breathing and her heart rate slowed to a more normal pace, she released her hold upon him, but not before offering one last meeting of their lips. And as this happened her legs and arms would loosen their grip upon his person allowing her to fall back against their now shared bed.

[Bloodedge]

Sorin's tension left him all at once, momentarily leaving him in a minor state of weakness. His recovery came soon enough to prevent him collapsing onto his wife, and with his bearings mostly regained, he extricated himself from her person. This removal allowed him to leave their bed as well. A strange feeling befell him the moment this happened. The ability to use his legs nearly escaped him, but it seemed to be nothing more than a fleeting sensation. Moving on, he began to don the clothes he'd previously discarded, finding them sprawled out across the bedroom floor. "Forgive me for abandoning your side so suddenly after the moment we've shared, but I would strongly suggest not sleeping there. We should retreat to the lower areas of the castle"

[Apollymi]

Kasmina's whole body rather suddenly began to tingle once more. Given this she barely had the idea to notice that Sorin was at once above her and then gone. This did not bother her in the slightest as soon enough he was back, and gathering clothes to dress himself while also claiming that she should not sleep here, and that the pair of them should retreat to areas further in the castle. Her brow raised slightly but she moved towards the edge of the bed with unseen grace. "I suppose since you ask my forgiveness I have no problem giving it. I do not think I want to sleep anyways, and I do feel strange... where are we going?" she asked, seemingly fine to busy herself with this while she dressed.

She too was moving about for articles of clothing, mainly all of the things which belonged under her general clothing. Her thigh highs were still in place, so she only needed garters and the like, she also donned her perfectly sewn underwear once more and appiled her corset back to her person re-lacing it with a string found somewhere else in the room. All done without the use of her hands, something she'd yet to notice herself. Regardless of this, she picked up her wedding dress but did not place it back on her person. Instead she walked towards what she assumed was a rather large closet and found herself within it with all of her other attire. And she'd dress as she normally did. Finding herself dressed similarly to how she always had only with a much higher quality of material and several small adjustments such as laces and other bits added on. She'd also return her hair to the state it'd been in during their wedding along with a little lace mob cap while returning her wedding dress to the closet never to think much about it again.

[Bloodedge]

In the time it took Kasmina to rise and begin dressing herself, Sorin donned all he needed to. He fastened his cuff links while watching the woman dress through the corner of his eye, and what he saw took him aback. It had already begun. The newblood vampire Countess managed to catch up to his natural speed of robing, and she did so while not making use of her hands. If anything was to be considered a sign of the transformation taking hold, this was it.

"... Indeed. We must make haste," he said. Seeing this development, done so soon and so mindlessly, he knew the time had come. Kasmina was to be the most powerful form of vampire via her transformation, but this moment of stability had to be maintained and locked in. Immediately after he made the urgency of this matter known, Sorin began leading the way to the lower castle. "We shall go to the catacombs. You now experience a state of stabilization in your change. If we don't get you bound to a coffin right away, your human body will be destroyed by its own power before the transformation finishes."

[Apollymi]

By the time he spoke of urgency, Kasmina had returned shoes to her feet and had them buckled. She looked very much like her usual self though her husband seemed a bit more on edge than he had been a few moments prior. She figured his urgency had something to do with her, as all things that she'd seen unnerve him seemed to do, with this in mind she followed as he led deeper into the castle and listened to what he had to say. "Oh, well that does sound dreadful..." she said rather easily keeping pace she followed at his side to their apparent destination within the catacombs. "Just so we are clear, I have to sleep in a coffin do I not?" she asked, figuring that this bonding would take place in that sort of manner. Though she was afraid of very little, Kasmina couldn't honestly say she excited by the idea of sleeping in a coffin. Though if it was this or death, she'd obviously take it, she also trusted that her husband wouldn't lead her astray. With this in mind, she would do whatever was necessary to preserve her immortal life with him.

[Bloodedge]

"It is a horrendous occurrence. I've seen it happen to someone bitten by my mother. Though it does not kill... not having a physical form is even more maddening than the idea of living alone for an eternity." These words were spoken by Sorin as he led the way through the major corridors of the castle. All the while, a veil was lifted from their surroundings. Castlevania had always been a place filled with scientific developments yet known to the rest of the world. The walls revealed torches which looked as if they'd lit themselves with lightning. By the time they reached areas of the castle below ground level, something else strange to become visible would be brass tubes of some sort along the walls, funneling heated water into the upper castle.

Soon enough, Sorin stopped in a great, open hall, similar in size and decor to that which held the throne upstairs. Instead of a throne here, there was an open podium at the end of the red carpeted walkway. The newlyweds' approach saw the opening of the floor, and the rise of a stone coffin from this opening via machinery. "At least this once, you must sleep in the old way. I will join you until the time of your waking. Alina! Is her coffin ready?"