A Present for You (Daxton, Invite)

[Daxton Drago]

When he was released from the wall, he fell to his ass, still feeling the after effect of everything that happened to him. She then began her movement to his side, just to whisper in his ears her punishment for him. Although, her words would have the opposite effect. Instead of scaring him or making him pay for his dastardly deeds, she seemed to make him incredibly happy. His smile showing for her, to let her know that there would be nothing he would liked more, than for her to torture him. "If that is what my beautiful goddess desires."

[Nadja Shadowheart Uta]

Nadja rolls her eyes at his reaction. She slams his face against the wall. If allowed it would be hard enough to break his nose and leave him with a busted lip. "You really think you are going to enjoy this Daxton?" She says looking him in the eyes. This was Shadow and she was actually in a good mood.

[Daxton Drago]

With little fight to him, his face was slammed to the wall, the heavy impact destroying the beauty of his nose. Daxton's head bounced from the wall, then landed on the ground, his blood quickly pouring out and onto his clothing. His goddess spoke, her words barely registering in his mind. Slowly he rose to meet his her eye to eye, with the same smile still on his face.

[Nadja Shadowheart Uta]

Nadja had to give him that he was stubborn. Nadja looks at him, "Let's go." She says grabbing him. Suddenly they were at one of her hide outs. Metallic instruments of horror are lined up on the wall around a chair. "Hm.. Let's see."

[Daxton Drago]

When he noticed that his lovely Nadja had stopped her assault, he began to fix his nose. The pain was incredible, not worth even touching. 'So this is what it feels like,' Daxton thought, remembering back to the people he tortured, the lives he destroyed. All suffered worse pain than he was given today. He remembered their screams of pain, there wishes for death more than life, their bloody minds and souls being lost because of his sadistic ways.

'For so long.....' He began to think, while he played back all his horrible actions. 'For so long, I wanted to feel what they felt. More, I want more!' His goddess touched his arm, and he felt the world move, his body transfer to another place. When he turned around, he saw hell in one room. One chair in the middle, instruments of soul destruction on the wall, and the goddess of pain planning. Daxton's smile was gone, replaced by curiosity and fear. Without a single command from his God, he moved to the chair and sat in it, preparing himself. When he felt the material of the seat and looked at the tools around him, he became happy again. He looked like a small child, ready for something extremely exciting to happen, almost jumping in his seat with joy. 'This is it,' he thought to himself. 'This is my Goddess love. Today I will learn pain, tomorrow I will spread it.'

[Nadja Shadowheart Uta]

Nadja was rather confused. She had never seen this amount of pleasure from someone getting their nose broken. She let's out a tired sigh. She then turns to Daxton who is sitting down. The chair is completely wooden and uncomfortable. Nadja straps him to it. She looks him over and just smirks. She starts off small not inducing pain but instead pleasure. She sends wave after wave of pleasure into Daxton as she walks around him, at first it is small then larger, larger until the pleasure is mind numbimg. She wasn't going to give him pain but see how this went first.

[Daxton Drago]

True pleasure was something Daxton was very ignorant of. For so long he lived a life where pleasure only derived from the pain one caused to another. When vampires would hurt humans, they would take pleasure from it; when humans hurt vampires, they would enjoy every minute of it. Pain was the only knowledge he could truly explore, not love or happiness by other means. His happiness was the blood that oozed from the ones he tortured. As time went by, he began to see torture as love expression. When ever he would give horrid bruises to women, he would give love to them, when ever he would be rough during love sessions, bringing women close to death, he would give them love. Eventually, he took this knew thought and combined it with the knowledge of his Goddess, Nadja. His pleasure for Nadja was pain to many who was unlucky enough to be captured by him.


"What is.... What is going on?" Daxton says as he jumped up with surprise. His goddess had strapped him into the wooden seat, preventing him from escaping. She was now circling around him, her beautiful scent being pushed into Daxton's direction with the wind. He would have loved it and worshiped it more than her, if he could smell more than blood in his nose.

Daxton was getting a little uncomfortable in his seat, feeling something he was quite unsure about. It was true pleasure, be it happiness or sexual, and it was not stemming from his pain. Of course, he was scared of this new discovery, and tried to fight against it. "Stop that," he said to Nadja, feeling his enjoyment growing inside. "Stop that. What ever you are doing, stop that right no-" His eyes rolled back to his head while his body began jumping. The feeling inside him that he had no clue for was starting to grow deep within him. He couldn't fight against it, he couldn't stop it, and he didn't want to either. When he was pushed to his limit, he began to moan with much of sensual hysteria, his body trying to jump out of his seat.

When he finished, every part of him rested, drained of all energy he once had. His pants, in the crotch area, that were once stained with blood, stained with some other material. Daxton looked down with extreme fear, trying to understand what just happened. "What did you do to me? Why not bruise, hurt, or slice off my body? Is this... Is this a new form of torture? I feel no pain.... I feel no bruise.... Why do I not feel your love?"

[Nadja Shadowheart Uta]

Nadja stops when he is exhausted. "I am the goddess of pain and pleasure." She touches his face, "I show my love through pain and pleasure. They are not always hand in hand it does not mean that I do not care" She says stretching, "Do you understand a little better now Daxton?" She plays with his hair, "There is so much more to me than just torture, but if that breaks your brain than... consider it mental torture." She says with a nod.

[Daxton Drago]

"That... That makes no sense," Daxton spoke outwardly to Nadja, breathing heavy from his recent experience. "There is only pain when it comes to pleasure. One hurts and feels better, one kills and feels better. There is no other better than this. I have seen, I have tried, yet I have failed to find other..." He stops talking, trying to hide back his memories of a once lost love. He did not like thinking about his ultimate bruise in which he could not heal, so he turned to other arguments.

"You have shown it to me yourself. There is no better pleasure than pain, no better joy than smashing someone's head into the wall. I could feel it within you, I still do. You enjoyed that more than you enjoy what you are doing to me now. You cared for me more than-" He stops speaking again, thinking about that one time in which his goddess loved him. He found it beautiful, because it was an emotion she gave to him. It was affection for his suffering, the first real sign that showed that she thought of him. He liked it not for the pain, but because she enjoyed it. "Than you do now."

Daxton became broken, his ideology tossed aside because of this woman. Why was she doing this to him? Why fuck with him to this point? Why fuck with his state of mind so bad that he was reverted back to an ignorant child? "What...." He said, feeling defeated. "What is true pleasure....?"

[Nadja Shadowheart Uta]

Nadja waves a hand releasing Daxton from his bondage. "True pleasure is find a medium between you and your lover that is painful yet also a release for them." She takes a knife and stabs into Daxton's gut missing everything important. She wanted to see his reaction not him die.

[Daxton Drago]

He was released from the uncomfortable chair, but remained in place, a none-moving statue. He kept his eyes down, not even wanting to look at the goddess in front of him. She would not be able to see his eyes, shrouded by the shadows of his perched brows. His fingers tapped the wooden handles of the chair, symbolizing that he was in deep thought.

He listened to his Goddess answer his question, her answer bringing about a smirk to his once frowning face, and a small push of air from his nostrils. "I see," he said under his breath as the sharp metal of a blade could be heard moving. His goddess had plans on stabbing him in the gut, probably testing his reaction. Instead, what she would stab would be the palm of his hand, the torture dagger stopping in movement once his fingers reached the handle.

After a silenced moment, not filled with screams or moans of pleasure, Nadja would be able to see Daxton's eyes again. He would not look happy, nor would he look sad. He would look angry, yet emotionally contained within his mind. He would be deep in thought, just staring at the knife, the blood quickly falling onto the chair, his pants, and the floor.

Slowly he would get up from his seat, blade still pouring hot red liquid iron out of his fingers. He would move to Nadja, not saying words or giving hysteria like he normally did. He would keep moving until he was close enough to her ears to silently whisper, "I think I am done with pain for the night. Time to indulge in pleasure." His hand that was not bloody would move to her thigh, slowly getting bolder with every second it touched her. Of course,  soon she would show Daxton her true feeling toward him, and he would handle what ever she did to him.

[Nadja Shadowheart Uta]

Nadja smiles at Daxton, "Let us see how you do." She says with a playful smile. What Daxton would not know was that Nadja had stepped back leaving an illusion in her place. Her eyes stay on him as she sits in a corner. He would be able to hear her, feel her, smell her cherry blossom and chocolate scent. She sits on his lap taking his bleeding hand to her mouth licking the blood off. Then the scene fades to black.

[Daxton Drago]

Daxton moved back to the uncomfortable chair as Nadja sat on his lap. She licked his blood from his fingers and began a long night of love making. He took it slow and pleasurable, making sure that Nadja was satisfied with his work. He did not cause pain, or tried not to, as he guided her into pleasurable positions, for only her. When the love was over, he laid rested on the chair, the woman that licked his paws never leaving his arms. He would have a grand time, and when they finished he laid on the chair, extremely satisfied.

[Nadja Shadowheart Uta]

The illusion looks extremely pleased as well. He had slept with a real woman illusions to look like Nadja. She stands up getting dressed and in a seamless manner the two switch place so that the illusion was gone and only Nadja and Daxton were together. She walks over to him and heals his hand, "You serve me well do not stop. You are magnificent."

[Daxton Drago]

Daxton was starting to get sleepy, seeing images of two when ever he moved his head. He could have been tired from the work he put in to satisfy his Goddess, or he could have been experiencing the after effect of losing a lot of blood in one day.

"I am glad... You are pleased.." He kept himself upright, but his body refused him the honor of admiring his love. To prevent himself from passing out, he stood up from his chair and began searching for his clothing. "And when will I become your Prophet," he teased to Nadja as he placed on his pants. "That is what you have right? Prophets and people who you favor specially?"