Today was a busy day. The servants rushed around finishing
up the last details and getting the place ready for the grand party. Sakura did
a mental check… . Balloons.. check… Food. . . check. And it was mouth-watering
food too, with an array of delicacies, from fish to meats to every type of
cheese imaginable. There was of course, a grand feast prepared for the guests
in the dining room.
She continued, decorations . . . check. She glanced down at
herself, oh! My dress! She rushed over to her room and made a quick change into
a long silk dress. Its rosen color complimented Sakura’s pale complexion.
“You look beautiful.” A dark voice sounded from behind her.
She turned and a smile immediately appeared on her face. Sasuke. . .
He was dressed in all black save for small gold details that
adorned his shirt. She rushed into his arms as their lips met.
A maid cleared her throat, as she announced the guests
arrival. . she took a step back and took a deep breath… here we go.
One by one the guest began to arrive and Sasuke was very much annoyed. He stood by watching as Sakura greeted each one with such enthusiasm it boreder lined on preppy. But the only reason he was here was because of her, and he loved her so much. So he stood there, arms crossed over his chest, watching as they all entered to the party. And then… he saw them… Him to to more exact. They walked in, hand in hand, gazing lovingly at each other. . . His fury rose within him, he felt the familiar pull of his darkness within.
ReplyDelete“Sasuke. . . please darling. I know you don’t like him but. . . she’s our daughter. Think about our love, my father didn’t approve and it caused me to grow away from him. . don’t push your daughter away love. . .” Sakura chimed in and she was right. . so he put aside the anger and merely stood there emotionless as they come in. Sakura greeted Akari first, hugging her tightly against her, which left Alkirn and Sasuke to stand rigidly next to each other. It seemed like hours before they let each other go and his daughter moved to greet him.
“Hi daddy.” She stared up at him with those beautiful emerald colored eyes that reminded him so much of his mate when she was young and in love.
“Akari.” He drew her into his embrace and they held each other for a moment before she stepped back and smiled.
“I will see you in there ok?” She pressed a kiss on his cheek before departing with that cursed vampire. And as if things could not get any worse, Login walked in. . . followed by Nahia the fallen. They immedietly tensed, Sasuke drawing Sakura behind him protectively.
Login smiled before saying, “Its ok, she’s isn’t going to do anything bad. I promise.” Which Nahia responded with a “Yea. Right.”
They watched as they moved into the room.
“Oh… God.. this can’t get any worse. . .”
At first she thought he was being ridiculous. And then he told her. Everything. And suddenly she couldn't contain her own anxiety for him. Perhaps she was being selfish dragging him with her, but she knew solitude would not ease his heart. But it was more than that... and the real reason behind her indignant persuasions disgusted her with waves of foolishness and weakness. Though she would be surrounded by family... Leoun dared not come alone. And god, no matter how much that reason came up, it brought forth images and memories she found difficult to push away. Especially when a rumbling in her stomach that had nothing to do with hunger would ceaselessly remind her of the consequences of her weakness.
ReplyDeleteLeoun shook her head, shifting the alert Ryder in her arms as she approached the front steps. She could feel Demetri beside her tense and slow his pace the closer they drew until he was almost at a full and complete stop. Out of sight of the couple greeting guests at the door behind the tall hedges, his eyes planted to the ground in what appeared to be shame. Little Zephyr leaned his head into his father's neck and snuggled there as if in comfort. Leoun stopped as well, gazing at his frozen form and feeling utterly helpless. She couldn't understand the complexity of the situation, nor did she desire to know it as well as he did. Was it selfish of her to avoid such hardship?
Leoun sighed and approached Demetri, planting a soft kiss upon his cheek. "I'm sorry... You can leave now if you like. I... can't understand how hard this must be for you, but... I won't force you to stay." Damn if she couldn't put her heart into those words, then maybe he would've believed her. No matter how much she attempted to reconcile, her heart would not allow her to turn him away. It wanted him to stay; to be with her always. Ugh. I feel like such a martyr.
His eyes flickering to hers, Demetri pushed a lock of hair behind her ear almost as if in a trance. "I'll be fine... Don't worry about me." Like that was possible. This would be an emotional experience... and... if taken the wrong way... maybe even deadly.
"Let's go!" Zephyr ordered, pointing toward the door proudly and valiantly. Leoun smirked at his enthusiasm and, taking Demetri's free hand in her's, guided him to the entrance.
The guards saw him first, they immedietly became alert, drawing their weapons. Demetri stopped, his hand tightening nervously around Leoun's as he drew her behind him.
ReplyDelete"What is your business here?" The guards voice rang through the night air. They advanced slowly, Demetri growled, warning them off.
"You should not have returned here, now you shall pay for the crimes against Princess Sakura!" They lunged,he quickly passed Zephyr to Leoun and scarcely dodged the attack.
"Demetri!" He heard Leoun's voice ring behind him as he moved with great speed.
"Enough!" They immediately ceased their attacks. Sakura appeared, looking as graceful as ever. Her long vibrant hair billowed in the breeze as the moon light hit her pale skin. His heart wrenched as the memories swarmed within his mind. He retreated back to Leoun's side and took Zephyr once more. His son yelled with excitement as he reached his embrace.
"Demi...." He averted his eyes from his sisters, just barely able to bare hearing his nickname.
Before he could prepare himself she rushed over and threw her arms around him. His son squealed in protest but he welcomed her love. It had been such a long time since he had seen her. . . such a long time he had been far from home.
When she drew back her emerald eyes glistened with unshed tears, and in their language she said, "Welcome home mine brother."
It would have been a touching moment had the boys not chimed in.
"Oh! Are you Aunty?.. Aunty guess what!" Ryder exclaimed.
"Mommy was drinking from daddy.. and.. and-"
"And then she fell and hurt her shoulder! And then-"
"Then she was screaming! But its ok because daddy made her feel better!"
.... God. . . kill him now.
Sakura and Sasuke drew blank stares and Leoun wondered if the color rising to her cheeks was noticeable. It almost seemed a mental conversation was exchanged between the two of them for the decided to not ponder into the matter any further. Sakura smiled at the boys as she humored their naiveté.
ReplyDelete"Oh? Is that so? Were you boys worried?"
No, please God, don't encourage them. "Yea!" exclaimed Ryder. Zephyr cutely rolled his eyes and puffed out his small little chest as he announced, "Well, I wasn't. I just didn't want Ryder to wet himself over it."
Ryder stuck his tongue out at Zephyr, who shrieked in laughter. "I went to see what was going on and I, I saw Daddy lying on Mommy-"
"Yes, you were so brave!" Leoun interjected, softly pinching Zephyr's cheek. "And so kind to be there for your brother!"
"Mommy! I wasn't finished-"
"A story for another time. Don't want to block the doorway, do we?" Leoun led Demetri by the hand as she stepped further inside, keeping a close watch on him as she went around greeting family members. He hadn't loosened up in the slightest, especially around certain individuals who had graced their presence amongst their loved ones. After pardoning himself to the restroom, Sakura approached Leoun with a small, "Thank you for bringing my brother."
That was a killer. Truth be told, they were for entirely selfish reasons she brought Demetri along and fuck, when did it feel this bad to be manipulating? She'd grown up with her mother bossing her father around... God, that's scary. To think, I might be turning into my mother...
She immediately banished that thought and returned Sakura's warm words with a caring smile. It doesn't have to be that way. "You're welcome," she replied as Zephyr and Ryder clung snuggly to her legs.
The party had begun. All the guests arrived which meant the moment was drawing close.
ReplyDeleteAkari?
Her eyes flickered to Alkirn. She smiled nervously at him, and instantly he knew what she planned to do. She felt a wave of excitement mixed with the feel of fear.
Are you sure? He asked nervously. She smiled in response and nodded.
I love you Alkirn, I want everyone to know that we are to marry. I want everyone to know that i love you. My parents would have to accept you.
He shot her an incredulous look and she rolled her eyes playfully.
After a short time Akari mustered all her courage. It was now, or never.
She squeezed her mates hand in reassurance and with a loud ring from her cup, brought everyone's attention to her. Alkirn heaved a deep breath as he stood at her side, his arm possessively around her waist.
She cleared her throat, "I have an announcement to make." And suddenly, she was no longer afraid, she was ready.
With a great smile on her face, she gazed around her, seeing all her family and friends there to witness her announcement gave her certain high. And with a great breath she said, "Alkirn and I are engaged."
This wasn't awkward. The entire room had grown silent and surely they should have known this would be the reaction, Star thought. The silence that dragged on was becoming tense; she could practically see the anger and astonishment emanate from everyone, particularly Akari's parents who were simply livid. It was actually rather amusing.
ReplyDeleteBut, like the good person she told herself she was, Star was the first to break the silence. "Bravo, you two!" she called. Everyone jumped, startled at the sudden noise of Star's cup rang loudly in applause. The polite few joined in. There were still glares. Pft! Stingy, honestly.
Guiding (more like dragging) Riomo by the wrist, Star stepped forward and embraced Akari in congratulations while the boys stood aside. Of course, Riomo took the opportunity to come to friendly terms with Alkirn. He punched, playfully, Alkirn's shoulder with that huge, dumb smile he almost always wore. One Star loved without end.
The newly engaged couple receded hastily into the crowd, leaving Star and Riomo at the center of attention. It was so cute to see her usually outgoing Riomo freeze in front of a crowd. Or was it perhaps the reason they came to the stage making him anxious. Star reached out to grasp his hand, more lovingly and gentle than before. Her smile encourage him and his shifted closer to her, his gaze upon the sea of faces that of courage. God, he was so adorable.
Unable to contain the huge smile spreading across her face and the heart racing against her chest, Star called out, "I, too, have an announcement to make... My beloved Riomo and I... are expecting a little bundle of joy soon!"
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ReplyDeleteIt was shock after shock wasn't it? Only this time everyone seemed to be happy for the couple. The women each went up, congratulating Star, while the boys only cast Riomo apologetical glances. They all seemed amazed and joyful that Star was to have a child...
ReplyDelete"Well I will be damned. . . what a coincidence." Login cast her a confused look, which she quickly brushed aside with a kiss. Taking his hand in hers, she led them to his parents. The immediate tension from Dusk and Skilar left Nahia nearly laughing from amusement. Oh, this was going to be good.
"I have something to tell you all." She portrayed a smile of utter wicked intention. Dusk cast a questioning glance at her son who answered with a shrug.
Nahia's gaze met Dusk's head on, and without fear Nahia said, "Star isn't the only one expecting. Looks like my little Login and I are going to make you a grandmother, yet again, Dusk." And as if to taunt the vampire further, she leaned up to place a passionate kiss to a very, shocked Login.
With the shocking announcements done with, the procession proceeded nicely. Gifts for the new mothers, Lottie and Leoun, were doled out while the children were at play. Wrath stood, arms crossed, surveying the boy next to Lottie. He appeared quiet and uncomfortable, avoiding the gazes of vengeful onlookers, his entire focus on Lottie and the gifts. Likewise, Wrath's eyes never left the two of them. If it were up to him, the Kokoro kid would lye dead where he stood. But the event was one of celebration and the last thing he'd want to do was upset his little sister. A hard hand came down on Wrath's shoulder and his gaze shifted to that of his father's.
ReplyDelete"Wrath, my son," smiled Raige. It wasn't completely genuine, something Wrath noted, and he knew his father was just as tense about the situation as he was. "You need not stress. Enjoy yourself."
That was near impossible and it was a foolish notion, but nonetheless Wrath conceded. If Raige trusted the current road the situation was taking, perhaps his suggestion was not a bad idea. "I'll try." And he left it at that. Raige squeezed Wrath's shoulder affectionately before returning to Alice. At that moment, a servant of the house of Wolfheart approached Wrath with a tray of champagne glasses and, reluctantly at first, Wrath took one. He wasn't exactly sure this would be the answer, and if it was, it'd take a lot more than one glass to sever his sights on Charlotte and the Kokoro boy.
Lottie placed a package of toys on the ground, allowing the children only one a piece so as to not create a mess. She would subconsciously rub Akira's arm in comfort every once in a while, noticing how especially tense he was being. His eyes never left her person, his body still... True, he was standing in a room with aggressive creatures who would kill him were the situation different, but his anxiety was rather odd. His gaze was not that of worry but of fear... and she couldn't be sure if it was worry for her safety or for his own...
ReplyDeleteShe hadn't the chance to delve further into the matter as the last of the gifts were opened and her parents approached her. Her mother kneeled to the children's level as they showed her their new toys. Raige looked pleasant, perhaps because he appeared to be ignoring Akira. "We never did get to know our grandchildren's names," noted Raige. The word "grandchildren" was noticeably slurred over and why that hurt Lottie had no idea. Nevertheless, she obliged.
"This one is little Tara Kokoro." Motioning to the smallest child with brown hair. "That's Blade Akuma." The only boy looked up at his grandparents through jet black hair and smiled widely. "... And the oldest is Dawn Lestrade." The child in Alice's arms, of radiant white hair and deep violet eyes, laughed delightfully. There was a slight pause as Alice and Raige froze at the last child's name, but both quickly composed themselves before arising too much suspicion.
"Very... lovely name, Charlotte," said Alice, her intense gaze upon Dawn. Slowly so as not to be rude, she set down the child and rose back up to stand next to Raige. There seemed almost a twinge of fear in her eyes, but only for a moment, and it was gone beneath soft and caring eyes as they returned to Lottie. "Congratulations." She drew Lottie in her arms in a warm hug and after she released her, Raige drew her in next.
"I love you guys," chimed Lottie, flashing them a hopeful smile. They returned it and then stepped back into the crowd with the rest of the party.
Lilith sighed as uncertainty settled. Should she go? She didn't think she had the strength to face everyone after what she had been through. She wasn't even sure how Wrath managed to move on as if nothing happened. . . because he is strong, her mind whispered as if in answer.
ReplyDeleteIf she continued to pace nervously around the room she was sure she would dig straight through the flooring. Come now Lilith, make a decision! And just as she was about to exit the room she heard her babe cry. That single sound was strong enough to stop her. Memories began to swim within her mind and it was all she could do to stop the tears from forming. On instinct, she shut those emotions and memories away and took on her usual soldier facade. She moved to the child and cradled him in her arms.
"Shh, it's all right little one." She hummed quietly to the child until it fell back to sleep and called upon a nursemaid. She handed the child to her and with a shaky breath walked to her bed intent on staying within the safe walls of her room. . . but her sister had other ideas. The door burst open and her younger sister, Akari, stood at her doorway.
"Lily! What are you doing here?! You are missing so much! For example, I am engaged." Akari's amused laughter filled her room and she couldn't help but smile. She was happy for her sister, even if everyone thought Alkirn as worthless scum. . . he made her sister truly happy, and that was all that mattered.
"Congratulations,Akari" It was as if that sentence was enough to have Akari filling her in on every detail of the party. Lilith listened intently, while her mind was else where.
"Hey! Are you listening?" There was a slight pause before a wicked smile spread across her sisters face. "Wrath is there. And i do believe he is pretty drunk..." a slow blush crept onto her face as she turned away from her sister. "Why should i care?" she asked.
"Stop playing yourself,Lilith! You love him, after he risked his life for you. . i'd say he loves you-''
"No. No he doesn't. He was being kind Akari, just because he saved me does not mean that he. . . besides. He was trained by Uncle Raige, what else do you expect." That seemed to silence her sister for a while before she stood and took her into her embrace.
"Just try, Lilith, I want to see you happy. You have to stop blaming yourself for what happened with Ahvid. On both accounts." when she tensed at her words Akari placed a loving kiss on her sisters forehead before heading out.
She knew what she meant, and she was right. She had to stop blaming herself for the terms in which she was conceived. . . and that frightful night in which she was raped. She could, and would move on, she just hoped she would be strong enough. What young Lilith did not know was that Akari had hope that Wrath would save her, she had hope that his love would finally break through to her older sister and she would finally be happy and joyful.
Lilith stood and dressed herself in a long, black dress with a long slit on the side. The top was corest styled that hugged her body just right, complimenting her every curve. She finished off the look with black diamond earrings and a victorian styled necklace. Her hair was let down so the pink curls flowed freely about.
Taking a deep breath, Lilith stepped out and moved to the party below.
His sights were drawn to the stairs as Lilith descended and he near froze in shock. In truth, Wrath had never seen her in anything but her warrior armor. He admired the radiance she emanated, the slender curves of her body, the purse of her lips, the bounce of her curls... God, she was gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteWrath's temptations forced him onward, meeting her as she arrived at the foot of the stairs. She almost seemed startled to see him approach and a slight blush crept to her cheeks as he stood in front of her. He could've remained there and marveled at her beauty... Oh, but he wouldn't dare.
"Lilith." It was almost a thrill to call this wonderful creature such a lovely name. His chest swelled with... desire? "My, I've never seen you in a dress before." He stepped forward, more like swayed, and gently placed a hand on her waist as he kissed her forehead. "You're beautiful."
He could practically feel the heat radiating from her skin as her heart accelerated. He looked into her eyes, stopping her short as her mouth hung open. It was several seconds before she regained her composure. "My sister told me you were drunk." It was not an accusation, but she seem disbelieved. He had to think on it; he had... ten glasses of champagne? Sounded about right.
"That I am," he agreed, his lips brushing her hairline. She had such a sweet scent.
"Are you sure that's wise?"
He grinned. "I'm not worried. So I'm enjoying myself." His other hand rested upon the back of her neck, his thumb running circles along her jawline. Her glistening, emerald eyes searched cautiously into his. He shut his eyes, feeling the brush of her skin against his lips. He couldn't stop himself. He didn't want to as his mouth found her sweet lips and gently, but firmly, he pressed against them.
Oh. . . God. Lilith could not even begin to wrap her mind around the fact that Wrath was kissing her! But suddenly, she didn't care for his tongue stroked hers. He deepened the kiss, bringing her closer to his muscular body. And to top it all off, his scent was intoxicating. She could smell the male arousal that emanated from his body, it called to her wolf and it responded instantly. She heard his sharp intake of breath as his body immediately sensed her lust. Suddenly, Lilith found herself moving back up the stairs with Wrath not far behind. She glanced back at him, and a thrill ran up her spine as she looked into his eyes; he was absolutely focused on her, his intense stare that of a wolf on the hunt.
ReplyDeleteWithin seconds they were in her room, on the bed, tearing at each others clothes without care. He took her mouth with such desire and longing as his hands roamed her body. His touch was firm, yet soft as his hand glided down from her neck, to her breasts. He lingered there, and with a wicked, fanged smile, he took one into his mouth. Her hands tangled in his midnight blue hair, firmly holding him to her as he rasped his fangs gently against her sensitive nipple.
"Wrath!" His name was a breathed gasp and she arched into his touches. They were enough to drive her to an orgasm that left her body trembling. Yet even with her having taken her release she could not help but demand more. Her body seemed more than ready to take him into her core. Wrath's body tensed and a wonderful moaned escaped him as she rubbed her hot, wet flesh against his straining erection. Blue, passionate eyes met hers as he took her hips firmly within his grasp and in one powerful move, thrust deep within her.
"Yes!" she cried as he began to pound into her, her claws digging deep into his back. Her acute senses left her feeling each and every time he pulled out, only to delve back into her hot sheath. Breathtaking blue eyes blazed with passion as he pulled out of her only to shift her onto her stomach. He mounted her from behind, a firm hand bringing her hips up to his. He leaned close to her as he began to slowly, circle her entrance.
A low, threatening growl emanated from her throat as she urged him to take her, to end the torture and fulfill her inner desire that burned deep within her. As if in answer, he gave a breathy laugh as he reached between her legs, and with his hand he spread her moisture around. The rubbing drove her nearly insane. It had her spreading herself wider at his whim, and it was only when he was satisfied that he thrust deep into her once more. He filled her; each thrust building up the pleasure until they roared in a most animal like fashion, as they found their release.
But it was never enough for him, when she began to thrash underneath him, she felt his sharp fangs bite into her shoulder to keep her steady. His dominating presence sent electrifying excitement coursing through her veins.
"Oh, Wrath!" She had never seen him lose control as he did now. Oh, she didn't know why this was happening. Why their wolves seemed to be commanding their every move and desire, all she knew was that she was going to enjoy every second of it.
The alcohol loosened up the crowd significantly and already, using the wolf senses he favored being a Koilura, someone was having sex. Rock on. Koga glanced around the other party goers, doubtless the wolves amongst them could also sense where the event was turning. It nearly aroused him, but it would be nothing compared to the purebreds. Besides, he was a guest and knew no one here. Well, besides Shade. Even then, he wasn't sure he knew him anymore. He'd been childhood friends with the guy... not once would he have guessed Shade'd turn gay. Awkward.
ReplyDeleteIt wasn't even a full minute that he, Shade, and his... date, walked through the door that drama got real. Out of fucking nowhere, there appeared two ass naked people that were clearly in the middle of a severe climax. A man of spiky black hair and golden, passionate eyes lay on top of a ginger haired girl and it was clear from the way she was lying they had just done doggie style. Neat. It looked as if they hadn't even realized their sudden appearance, their attention focused solely on one another.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" someone yelled. Koga looked, as did the embracing couple on the floor, to the source. It was Shade's pretty boy. Fuck. Why did he have to ruin this? They might have kept going, if they were lucky...
The girl looked totally destroyed, slapping her hands against her face and nestling herself into the guy's shoulder. The dude sat up, encasing the girl in his grasp and, Koga guessed, to hide her nakedness. There was rustling amongst the crowd, particularly the mothers who shielded their children's gazes from the pair. Talk about embarrassing. The black haired guy looked around, surveying his surroundings, before attempting to act cool.
"Are we late to the party?" All was quiet. Koga broke the silence as he laughed and suddenly all eyes were on him but he didn't care. He stepped forward, removing his jacket and handing it to the man, who then placed around the girl's shoulders. She chanced a small glance of gratitude before retreating back into her mate's shoulder.
"Way to make an entrance, buddy," laughed Koga, slapping the man on the shoulder. With his other hand, he helped them to their feet to which then the servants guided the couple within the confines in the house for armaments, no doubt. Koga turned to the crowd, seeing both the faces of admiration and that of suspicion. Either way, the air was still extremely tense.
Koga tisked. "Oh please, like none of you have ever had sex before." That got almost everyone blushing. For. The. Win. And as Koga took a champagne glass from a tray, the procession returned to a sense of normalcy. The alcohol helped, he was sure, and he wasn't about to let the others leave him in the dust. He was banking on partying with the rest of them. For real.
If that wasn't the funniest thing she had ever seen! Even funnier than that was the fact that her mother had shielded her fathers eyes within a heartbeat of the couple's arrival. Ayame had simply watched as the couple had seemed fully engrossed with each other. I want passionate sex like that. . . but she simply sighed and took another swing of her drink.
ReplyDeleteShe was fully engrossed in the scene that when the male walked up to offer his jacket she nearly froze. Her eyes were solely focused on him and no one else, so when he stepped away back into the crowd she followed. Her eyes and senses acutely tuned into his every move. He mingled with everyone else as if he knew them all. He gave no care to the fact that he was an outsider amongst their group. It was absolutely refreshing to see a man who just wanted to have fun.
So. . she stalked him, her ocean blue eyes tracking him without falter as she moved silently and gracefully amongst the crowd. He didn't seem to notice her, although there were many times where he would stop, turning his head slightly to the side and she was sure she was caught, but he turned back and continued his course of fun. She saw him drink several glasses of champagne before stepping outside into the cool air. With a sly grin she instantly followed him only to find he was no where in sight.
Tilting her head up slightly, she scented the air.
A breathy laugh had her spinning around only to meet the gaze of the male whom she was following.
"Don't you know its rude to. . ." He trailed off as she leaned up, pressing her lips to his. Her hands reaching up to tangle in his red hair, bringing him closer to her. What was she doing? She had no idea, but it seemed as if she were running on pure wolf instincts. Speaking of which.. she sensed a small part of him as wolf, though the signature truly confused her. It was not only wolf, there was something else. . something darker that lived within him but she didn't have anymore time to wonder.
The male pulled her closer to him, his tongue stroking hers, his hands finding the hem of her dress and lifting it higher to expose her more. She moaned as she leaned into his touch, he was not shy at all. He knew what he wanted, he knew what she wanted, and it seemed that he was more than ready to quench the thirst that burned deep within her. God. . maybe she was going to get the mind blowing sex she wanted after all.
Well, I'll be damned, Koga thought, his wolf passionately responding to the beautiful dame's within his grasp. He jutted his thigh under her, her soaked core rubbing against it. Her tongue commanded him while his hands dominated her body, the muscles of her exquisite mounds tightening at his touch. Exquisite? That was a word he didn't use everyday.
ReplyDeleteBefore he could break away to get them to a room, they were amongst the rose bushes, barricading their bodies perfectly as they viciously devoured each other. A low rumble formed in her throat as she tore at his shirt with claws and God, this was why he embraced the wolf within him as it removed her fabric leaving her in nothing but a bra and panties. Oh man... she must be a goddess. The way her flawless skin glowed, her slender body young and fertile, and her eyes. Her EYES shimmered with undying passion, leading her body with every arch, every moan, and every action as she reached to undo his pants. Oh, awesome. He was gonna make love to a goddess. Fuck yea.
"Take me," she moaned, her hips rubbing against his rock hard erection. One order of hot, steamy sex coming right up. In one swift move he ripped apart her underwear and, grasping her hips as she positioned her legs wide for his entrance, he sheathed himself firmly into her core.
But when he felt her hymn break, her screams of agony almost drew him completely out of his lustful craze. Oh. Shit. She was a virgin. Koga was frozen for a moment before shifting his hips, ready to pull out until she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist in response.
"Don't you dare," she gasped, pulling a handful of his hair as she tugged him into the best kiss he ever had in his entire life. Well, rock on. His wolf taking over once more, he built up momentum as he took them both to the edge, a wonderful climax overtaking her lovely form. He had to admire the girl, she knew what she wanted; what she was getting herself into.
He just wished the same could be said for himself.
Pein could not help the sly grin that spread across his face as they approached the party. Eveyln had insisted they go and he would be damned before he denied her anything. So off they went, and as they approached the guards Pein could already sense their fear. That sent a satisfied thrill through the demon and just to fuck with them he made his eyes glow a bright crimson red and his wings black feathered wings spread wide. They practically were scared shitless and he would have gone on to more frightening things should Eve not have cast him a stern glare.
ReplyDeleteWith a sigh he shrugged his shoulders as his wings went back to place and he returned his eyes to their normal dark black.
"Boys." He saluted them as he entered the party with his radiant Eve at his side. Instantly there were hushed murmurs that ran through the crowd like waves.
Eve gave a airy laugh before turning to place a kiss on his lips and running off to greet her family and friends. Closing his eyes Pein's senses ran through the premises. Well I. Will. Be. Damned... Sex, alcohol, ... sex. Ha! It was enough to have the demon aroused and excited. These people knew how to through down didn't they? His eyes flashed open and with a wicked, fanged smile he began to let his power glide through the crowd, increasing the lust that many tried to hide, the desires that burned deeply within them. The dark energy moved even to the champagne, making the alcohol more potent and powerful.
"Don't mind if I do," Pein said as he took a glass of champagne from a tray. He shot it down his throat like whiskey and threw the glass carelessly on the floor.
Let's get this party started.
"Come on, Flyboy!"
ReplyDeleteShe held on to the scruff of Daren's shirt, dragging him heedlessly in the direction of what she presumed to be a booming party. She could practically smell the scent of booze and sex tainting the air and she was naturally drawn to it. Of course, goody-two shoes Flyboy wouldn't have it, so it was code to play dirty. Eireka garbed herself in a petite, leather minidress and garter belts to thigh high boots. God, she wished she'd taken a picture or something, his reaction was priceless. Taking the opportune moment, she took him in her grasp and that was the end of the conversation. Once in a while he'd tug forcefully against her hold, and she'd turn to him warningly, though she could feel with slight satisfaction how his eyes (even if momentarily) were drawn to the V-neck of the dress that revealed the canyon between her breasts. Leading him to the front doors of the booming party was child's play. Angel's were so fucking adorable.
'Course, there was that little setback of the guards, who seemed ominously aggressive. Oh pft! Wolves... Hungry ones, at that. Acting purely on instinct, they charged toward her and both were down within an instant. Killing them would've been oh so easy, but that would definitely put a damper on her evening, so instead she took care in only knocking them out.
"Eireka..." came Daren's voice, both as a warning and of exasperation. Ignoring him, except when she flashed him a mischievous grin, she finally led him through the front doors.
"Would you hurry!" Lucian growled at Seraphina.
ReplyDelete"Hold on! . . You know what, never mind, lets just go." He grinned as he admired her beauty. Her long elagent neck, his eyes traced down to her bountiful breasts, to the curves of her hips and down to that wonderful core-
"Lucian! Pay attention! Were you not dying to go to this party?"
His eyes snapped back to hers, right. He took her arms into his and they walked towards the gates of the castle, but as they approached the doors he nearly froze in his tracks. His eyes surveyed the scene before him as his senses picked up on the abnormal increase in lust and the strong smell of alcohol in the air.
He was nearly deflated of his party mood."Aw! Seraphina! Look, my bro got here before me! For God's sake, I thought angels were fun when they fell... the only thing that changed with you is that now i can have mind blowing sex with you." The words only left his lips for a second before Seraphina slapped Lucian outside his head as hard as she could, and for a fallen angel... it was pretty damned hard.
"Ow! Fuck, add insult to injury why don't you. . ." With one hand rubbing his head and the other taking her hand in his, they entered the festivities. Lucian could not help the demonic smile that spread across his face as he sensed his brother near by. And well damn, call him a monkey's uncle.. if it wasn't Luka Lanterouge. . . oh, Fuck yea. . . this will be great.
Ara wouldn't let him leave her side; lord knows she was traumatized by the series of sudden onlookers during their moment of intense passion. Luka held her in a protective arm as she further pressed herself closer to him. Now that his head was clear, and the effects of the Limiter realigning itself, it finally dawned upon him the state of her being. How had this happened? She was only seven not hours before... Now she looked about twenty seven. Was this a side-affect of their bond?
ReplyDelete"Luka!" chimed a voice that, Luka shivered, was all too familiar. Sure enough, what approached him was the one demon he used to go gallivanting through time and causing all sorts of mischief. Lucian had the biggest, crudest smile on his face. Man... his time with this guy was what caused his brother to put the Limiter on him. This would be nothing like it used to be. "Sup?"
Luka shrugged. "Got screwed over real bad... killed Mace-"
"Good riddance."
No kidding. The list could've gone on had not the door burst open with more guests. There were... six? No, seven of them; the first three looking almost identical to each other. And when Luka heard a small "oh shit" from someone in the crowd, someone who looked exactly like the three newcomers, their sights were drawn to the man and his mate who then bickered quietly over the matter. Luka had no clue what was going on, neither did he care, but it was amusing. The party goers dispersed, the last three standing in what appeared to be a line, shielding someone from the sights of curious eyes. The lone girl took a step forward, out of cue with the two boys, revealing another male who, Luka guessed, was the one hiding behind the three. He didn't have to wonder long as to what his identity was.
"Riin?" rang a voice. An older male stepped forward from the crowd, approaching the frightened (and frankly, shocked) Riin.
"Skilar-" Riin's greeting was cut short as his brother drew him into a warm hug. It was strangely both heart-warming and awkward; Riin didn't appear happy to be noticed, especially by his elder sibling.
Lucian tsked. "Sentimental humans."
Yea... He got that right.
It was close.. she could sense its power calling to her and she could practically feel the damned curse being lifted away. She sighed, three centuries. . . three God damn centuries she had been cursed. . to never be satisfied. She would always have that thrist, never being able to reach what she most desired and fuck it all. . .that including a fucking orgasm. Oh, she had learned the hard way of that little part of the deal. She had gone off with two demons and oh, they were the hottest she had ever seen. The promise of mind blowing, sky rocketing, amazing sex was written all over their bodies and to top it all off, they were brothers. Oh, they fucked like rabbits. . . but she never reached that sweet release . . . so she was angered by their failure to give it to her. She didn't mean to harm them, but she was frustrated.
ReplyDeleteLong story short, she cursed them to forever be aroused but not by women nor men, but animals. That was un forgettable night. . . Of course a couple of weeks later she felt sorry for them and lifted the curse, from that day she had never seen them since. . . until now.
A wicked smile spread across her face as she saw Lucian, Pein, and an unknown male with a pretty little red head under his arm. Luka. She didn't have to ask nor listen to know who he was. And no, he didn't have such a great reputation that exceeded him to the far corners of the universe, she simply knew with a fantastic little spell she whipped up.
She knew exactly when they noticed her presene because their backs shot up, ramrod straight. They tensed and turned their gazes simultaneously towards her.
Giggling innocently, she moved towards them, "Hey,boys."
In which they answered, "Oh, shit."
It was simply amusing to see Raige drunk and Alice could have observed him all night had not the party been interrupted by Luka's appearance. Raige had been merry, tipsy almost, but had at once sobered himself and returned to his former attitude of a serious mercenary. Alice cautiously kept tabs on how much champagne she consumed, a petty but nonetheless genuine concern she would become a maddened drunk under the influence. So why were things becoming hazy regardless of Alice's care?
ReplyDeleteShe sat down, holding her head as her vision grew all the more foggy. She recognized this type of haze, one she felt years before when her maddened self, Dawn, took control of Alice's body from within. It was an absurd notion to believe Dawn was behind this now for she had been extracted and killed years ago. No. This was a different force entirely. But why now and what for? Who could possibly-
The champagne glass in Alice's other hand fell to the floor, it's contents spilling and staining everything it touched. Both hands cradled the her head as not only the spell of drowsiness consumed her, but pain... something she never experienced or associated with this process.
"Raige..." Alice moaned, her eyes scrunched in pain. For this, she could not see if Raige had heard her but it became plainly obvious when she felt strong, gentle hands upon her shoulders guiding her away from the crowd. The sound grew distant as they drew away from it, but Alice knew that was not the only reason the noise was decreasing. She attempted to fight it, the veil of darkness that threatened to engulf her in subconscious slumber... until she saw, heard, and felt the most horrible apparition of darkness she had ever experienced. The image of charcoal red eyes and snow woven hair was burned into her brain before the world disappeared in a flash of black.
Raige stared helplessly as Alice's expression changed completely. At first, he was sure it was Dawn, almost positive that the creature had returned but the energy was different. This was a dark, much more sinister power that now lurked within his precious Alice.
ReplyDeleteIt turned its gaze to his, a menacing grin adorned the face of his beloved.
"Why, Raige, just the man I wanted to talk to." It spread its arms out wide, stretching and curling as it began to grow accustomed to the new body.
"Who are you, and what have you done with mine Alice." Raige's voice was strong and edged with anger. How dare he tamper with his mate's mind? He just got her back from the maddened creature that was Dawn, and now. . . no. He would not lose her again. He would not allow such a dark power to over take her so easily.
"Oh, silence. It shan't take but a moment. I know that you are exceptional in your hunting skills yes? You were once a soldier?" WHen Riage did not answer the apparition moved closer to him, a hand poised at his neck. "Answer me, wolf, you would not want something awful to happen to your mate. . or children, would you?" It laughed wickedly at Raige's sharp intake of breath.
"Now that I have your attention. I promise to release your precious Alice should you succeed in my tasks for you. They are quite simple really." It spared Raige a glance before moving away from him to a near by fountain. Its hands ran along the water's soft currents and it continued to watch the water for several minutes before addressing Rage once more.
"Kill your siblings. All three of them." Now,he knew the apparition must be out of its mind. He only had two siblings, which was the third? As if reading his mind the being spoke in the melodic voice of his Alice, "The red head that appeared suddenly with the time demon, Luka, she, is your elder sibling. She must die too if you want your mate's life and that of your children."
He growled threateningly at it before closing his eyes and exhaling through his nose. He would do anything for his family. . he would protect them at all costs. Oh, the sweet irony. Many a times he tried to leave his past behind him and it always seemed to find its way back to him.
"Hurry, time is ticking." Raige's eyes flashed open, he bared his fangs before he spoke, " If I should accomplish the deed you ask for, do you swear to release my mate, and take your leave?" He knew the answer, of course the creature would say yes. They always did, and when the mission was done, they go around and break their vow.
"Of course. Go now. I grow impatient." He balled up his fists in frustration before turning back to the party. He would find a way to save Alice and protect his family. He just hoped that it would not include ending his siblings life in the process.
The signature was faint, but Skye was certain Seraphina was close by. He hadn't the chance to help her the morning after their love making. Gods, had he truly known he couldn't prevent her fall... He had been foolish, one consorting with creatures he had yet to understand. The orphaned life lead one very poorly endowed, but he made due and pursued the knowledge. Curses! He'd never wanted this to happen to the beautiful Seraphina... he had to make sure she was alright. It was all he could do, and he didn't see it doing any more harm he hadn't done already.
ReplyDeleteA slow flourish of his hand sent the softest whisper of wind his way and within it was the familiar potent scents of alcohol, sex, and Seraphina's faint aura. He was heading the right direction, that he knew for sure. There was a heavy mixture of several different auras of species, mostly wolf and vampire, but there was definitely demon in there as well. Dammit. What could this mean?
He had no other choice but to move onward if he were to find out. There was that nagging fear, one he'd hidden long ago but still prevalent, that was associated with these smells but it was easily dismissible. He walked.
He could sense the bastard as soon as he walked through the entrance. Lucian's body immediately tensing, a low demonic growl rumbling deep in his chest.
ReplyDelete"Lucian?" When his yellow gaze snapped to Luka's, the demon instantly shoved his mate behind him, knowing that look all too well. Lucian would lash out at anything within his grasp, anything that would get in his way of his target.
"Dude, what's up?" He knew the question was directed at him, but he ignored his friend, his eyes already finding the fucking god that had caused his precious angel fall. The glass in his hand splintered as his grip tightened around it until the sheer force caused it to shatter. Lucian shook off the liquid and small fragments of glass that had remained before turning toward the boy.
I am. Going. To. Fucking. Rip. You. Apart.
"Oh, fuck, stay here Ara." He heard Luka, curse under his breath as he moved to try to stop the demon's advances, but it was too late. In one swift lunge, Lucian tackled Skye to the ground, a satisfied grin spread across his face as he heard a startled gasp leave the boys lips.
"Fuck, Lucian! Calm your fucking self... stupid psycho ... " Luka mumbled the last bit more to himself than to Lucian.
"Fuck off Luka, This bitch is mine." And with a single thought he teleported them to an isolated cave, deep within the pits of hell.
"Welcome to your nightmare bitch, enjoy your stay."
Lucian had disappeared, with Luka pursuing closely after, and Evelyn could not help but laugh. How her demons were truly amusing! Pein's arm wrapped around her and rubbed rhythmically, though he appeared oblivious (or more likely, uncaring) about his brother's conflict and welfare. It was comforting, slightly, but she learned to take things in stride... even if one was striding its way towards the two of them. The stroking ceased as Pein froze; Evelyn cautiously placed a tender hand on his. Please, don't blame him, she wanted to say... After all, she was the one who-
ReplyDelete"Hey, Eve!" bellowed a plainly drunk Mushin. She gasped, a sudden sensation overwhelming her and stirring the children within. It was as if the voice of their father called to them... She placed protective arms around her belly as if to shield them from that truth. He didn't fail to notice. "Well... congrats, you two!" Mushin raised the glass of the alcoholic beverage in his hand as though in toast. "Why didn't you say anything during announcements?"
She bit her lip, indecision consuming her. God, it was nearly becoming unbearable to hide the pain of the babes' movement. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't seen Mushin since that fateful night... and now it seemed the children were milking as much of their sire's voice as possible. Dammit. "Mushin..." She cleared her throat, fighting back the pounding heart vibrating her throat. Pull yourself together. "... Pein isn't the father... Y-You are."
It was a slow, progressive blank stare that drew his face. Minutes passed and she half wondered whether he'd have the absurdity to deny it. And then his eyes shifted to her stomach with a look, Evelyn realized with a tiny shiver, like that of possessiveness. If her heart was racing before, it was skyrocketing now. But not in excitement. Utter fear and disgust beat through her veins and she was in her right mind to hiss him away. He had no right to claim the children. They were HER'S. And she wouldn't let a WOLF take them away.
The path of her aggressive thoughts turned back to fear as he took a step forward, eyes planted upon the children. She shrinked further into Pein's grasp, hiding her face within his chest as she sensed a hand stretching to her belly.
"No, stop!" she gasped, tears threatening to form at the seal of her lids.
The air around them thickened menacingly as Pein wrapped his arms protectively around Eveyln. His eyes not turning the yellow glow of a demon, no, they turned the brightest shade of red, his fangs elongated to razor sharp weapons.
ReplyDelete"Take another step, and it shall be your last." HIs voice was laced with the very essence of evil and it those around did not fail to notice.
"Oh, shit." He heard a faint male voice in the background say. Everyone around them knew better than to step in, Mushin was on his own.
And of course, being completely drunk off his ass, the wolf growled challengingly and took a step towards her. Pein snapped.
In a blink of an eye, he appeared before the wolf, a truly demonic growl shot through the air sending instant shivers through all the guests. His taloned hand seized the wolf's throat and lifted him effortlessly off the floor. He flayed, trying to get away and Pein merely laughed at his stupid attempts at an escape.
"No!" A dark haired male stepped forward fear reflecting deep within his eyes.
He spared him a glance, his very stare sent visible tremors through the male, "You should have kept your bitch under a tighter leash." Turning his attention back to the useless struggles of the wolf in his hands, he smiled demonically, "See you in hell." The action was so fast, so quick,it was barely noticed that Pein had torn into the wolf's body with his claws, leaving a gaping tear that allowed all of the males bodily contents to spill onto the floor.
With a careless snarl, and curse, he dropped the lifeless carcass without a second thought before shrugging his shoulder slightly in an attempt to rein his demon back in. He nearly did not succeed. . . until he felt Evelyn's tender hands wrap around his waist from behind. Instantly, she tamed the demon within him and he returned to his formal state of calm.
The action shocked the living hell out of him, no one, ever, had been able to quell his anger, much less drag his demonic nature back within the confinements of his mind. . . He turned to face her, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. He gently pressed his lips to hers and whispered, "Its ok, my little Eve, he will never get your children." And on that note he heard a couple of sighs come from the female guests, but other than those it was completely silent. Well. . . fuck, i still want to party. . . so, he broke through it with an airy laugh, "Like none of you have ever seen death."
After the servants cleaned up the mess Pein had made, the party slowly, but surely returned to normal since most of the guests were quite drunk. Pein stayed at Evelyn's side and mingled with whomever she spoke to, but underneath the happy, carefree facade he set for her, Pein could not help but cringed at the power she seemed to have over his very mind, body, and soul. Fuck. . . what have you done, Pein?
Where was Luka!? He had left several moments ago, and in his absence a demon already managed to kill a wolf without even so much as breaking a sweat. Ara was She could sense his confidence in handling the situation.. she just hoped he would hurry!
ReplyDeleteShe tried to make herself blend into the background but it was to no avail. Many creatures approached her, asking her whether she was related to the Akuma's or not. Who the hell are the Akuma's?!
Oh, and if things could get any worse. . . a male, with vibrant blue eyes and midnight blue hair came storming into the party. His angered gaze fell upon Ara and something flickered in his eyes. Confusion? But that quickly vanished as it became resolve. He moved in her direction with purpose,utter panic settled within Ara as she glanced around her for an escape.
"Wha-" Her question was cut short as she was knocked back with a great force.
Oh. . fuck no. . . she snapped. Swiflty and gracefully, she moved returning the attack ten fold. A startled gasp left the male’s lips as he was pushed back into the crowd.
I have to get out of here! Her mind screamed as she swung around looking for a quick exit.
“The hell?!” Ara’s attention was brought to the right, where a female with blazing red hair and eyes to match stood.
An animalistic growl sounded from her left, and as she turned her gaze to the source, she saw a male with hair as black as night, and eyes as blue as the ocean.
“Oh Sasuke, get Raige! I’ll handle the girl!” The red head yelled.
“Like hell you will!” This truly was a nightmare. She didn’t know where to go, or where she was. She didn’t know anything about these people . . . and Luka left her all alone!
The female lunged at Ara who quickly sidestepped and deflected her attack. A growl emanated from them as they engaged in battle; all the while the males had begun their own.
Ara dodged, struck, practically dancing circles around the female who grew enraged at her failed attacks.
“Luna!” Ara’s gaze flickered to a red head boy but quickly dismissed him as little to no threat. It must have been the woman’s mate though, because as soon as she heard his voice her attack power increase as well as her speed.
Oh, fuck this. She planted her feet firmly on the ground and taking hold of Luna, shifted her self slightly and sent her flying towards the quarreling men. It was as if a switch had been flipped for their gazes all simultaneously turned to her. Her heart pounded in her chest so hard, she thought it would fly out of her chest. She had spent her entire life fighting. . . she was tired of it. Sick of it!
“Come get me then.”
The notion had been enticing, to come to a party where he could reconnect with his family, but that promising idea was just that: an idea. His guardians were not to blame; they only encouraged his hidden enthusiasm to attend. He just wished they hadn't been so lenient with his decision.
ReplyDeleteNicole and Quil remained by his side as Jake would perform "reconnaissance". More like getting drunk off his ass and mingling with groups of people here and there. Needless to say the other two guardians were upset about this, especially when a grand scale fight erupted in the middle of the room. Riin almost found it amusing, including his guardians' fuss to protect him. God, had he known what he was asking for when he decided to save the Diamond instead of fleeing for his own life, he'd have chosen the latter. But at least this way its safety was practically guaranteed and he felt he owed at least that much for his recklessness.
Speaking of the Diamond, the warmth of pulsating power emanating from its depths increased, a sign that danger was near. Of course, Riin foolishly ignored the warning, believing that if he'd keep his distance from the quarreling wolves he'd be more than safe. And yet when a soft, ominous hand reached over his shoulder and the stroking fingertips sent shivers down his spine, the sudden inferno resonating from the Diamond told Riin it wasn't the wolves he should be worried about.
She leaned into Riin, her breath hot and lustful against the back of his neck as she enclosed her hands over his chest.
ReplyDelete"Well, well, If it is not the future King of the Espers." she whispered softly.
The guards, who had been solely focused on the battle that had erupted between the Akuma siblings immediately spun, drawing their weapons against her.
"Get away from him!"Yelled Quil. She cast an annoyed look at the stupid fool.
"How DARE you speak to me that way, you useless, worthless beings!" Releasing her hold on Riin she made her way around him so that she stood between her new target and his guards. "Go ahead, I dare you to speak to me like that again." Her violet eyes smoldered with the anger that had begun to burn in her veins.
Nicole boldly stepped forward, "Step away from our-" within a heartbeat the girl found herself in Quil's arms , engrossed in a passionate kiss. Atrina gave a wicked cackle, satisfied as the male pinned the girl to the wall. “Have fun.” She said, turning back to face Riin. . . only the boy had disappeared. A mischievous smile played across her lips. Oh! It has been a while since I have felt the thrill of the chase, too bad it will end fairly soon. I want sex, and I want it now.
With a sigh she made her way through the crowd, up the long stairs, and took her time choosing a secluded room where no one would interrupt them. Although that was an absurd notion, she could seal the room for those purposes.
"Aha! This room should do." As she moved to unzip her dress, the young King to be was teleported onto the bed.
"What the hell?!" He shrieked as he was forcefully pinned to it by an unknown force.
"Oh, don't fuss babe, you're one lucky guy. You're about to have mind blowing sex with the most powerful witch in existence . . . You're welcome." She moved toward him, already fully naked. His eyes grew round with what looked like a mixture of shock and utter fear. Perfect.
"Now lets get rid of these clothes shall we? I promise it shall be much more enjoyable that way." She watched intently as the clothes began to slowly move on her whim, revealing more and more of him until he too found himself without the shield of his clothing. A delicate hand ran down his chest, to his abdomen, where it only slightly lingered as his muscles tensed at her touch, and straight to his cock. Her forefinger lightly ran along his length until a strangled gasp escaped the boy and he became instantly erect.
"That's more like it." Although she seemed cool and calm on the outside, Atirna found herself just barely hanging on to that small part of sanity that kept her powers at bay. Calm yourself girl, you will have him soon enough. Her purple eyes met his, his expression betrayed the arousal he began to feel, but there definitely was hesitation.
She smiled, "You're a virgin." It wasn't a question, but a statement that served the sole purpose of. .. well... not everything had to have a purpose.
ReplyDeleteShe came to the foot of the bed, slowly climbing her way up, her movements cautious and calculating, resembling those of a wild cat on the hunt. Her path stopped her short as she reached his sex.
"H.. hey, s-stop!" But she ignored him, her slick tongue running along the inside of his thighs, slowly making her way up. His hips arched up involuntarily as her mouth found him. His lustful gasps filled her ears she she ran her tongue over his cock, teasing him, preparing him for the taking. But he was young and inexperienced, so within a matter of seconds he came in her mouth. Hot white liquid had her gasping for breath; she had to pull herself away. Oh, but she loved the sight that her eyes gazed upon. Riin's head was tilted back, his mouth slightly open as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.
Let's make it better shall we? Her eyes glowed a bright, electrifying purple as she increased his pleasure. He cried out in pure ecstasy as her magic elongated his release, her eyes never leaving him.
“Scream for me Riin, beg me to stop.”
And as he did, she let him finally collapse, completely out of breath before she finally straddled his hips.
"Wh.. why?" She heard his question, but she didn't answer it. She had her reasons . . . or at least she thought she did. She needed the power of the diamond to release her from the curse that has haunted her for centuries, but now, she found herself strangely hypnotized by Riin. How is that even possible? I just met him. . . well Atrina. . . you're getting stupid. Shaking the thought away she refocused her energy on the boy.
"Don't ask stupid questions babe, it might get you killed."
He screamed, yelling at the very top of his lungs for anyone to come save him but Atrina knew it was useless. She leaned closer to him, he grew instantly quiet as their breaths mingled. With a shaky breath, she pressed her lips against his. Her tongue stroking his lips until he opened them; the kiss sent shivers through Atrina. She wasn't even the kissing type! But oh, his lips were so soft against hers. And how she loved the way he reacted to her, shy and frightened at first, but something underneath had him hesitantly kissing her back. And oh, if she thought he couldn't get any cuter, he yelped as he felt her wet core rub against his sex. But she soon found that yelp turn into a strangled moan as his hips moved with her own rhythm.
ReplyDelete"Riin." His name was more of a gasp than anything but she couldn't help it. Reaching below, she took hold of him, guiding him to her entrance.
That seemed to snap him out of his trance though; he thrashed violently, shying away from her touch. "Oh, you twerp." She tightened her hold on him and in one swift movement forced him to enter her. They cried out in unisons, each finding pleasure in the feel of one another. She began a slow, rhythmic movements. Riin struggled violently, but she quickly thwarted his attempts with a single thought as her nails dug into his chest.
“Ah, God. . .” Her voice quivered slightly and even as the ecstasty threatened to tear her apart, she increased the feelings ten fold.
The pleasure rose, the ecstasy almost unbearable. Oh, she was so close. . . so close. But she knew she would never reach that sweet alluding climax. . . or so she thought. It shocked through her like an endless wave. A cry left her lips as she threw her head back, screaming out Riin's name. Only vividly did she feel him tense underneath her, moaning as he felt her sex close around his, triggering his own release. The power behind the orgasm caused Atrina to collapse on top of Riin, exhausted and breathless.
How was this even possible? She had never been able to reach her climax since the curse was laid upon her. As this confusion settled in she weakly glanced up at him only to find the poor boy completely knocked out.
She couldn't help the satisfied smile that spread across her lips as she removed a stray strand of his drenched hair. Well aren't you just full of surprises little Riin.
Damn, the dude was being fucking brutal. Not that he should be surprised and there was a time where more brutality was better, but... Lucian was going simply apeshit. Though Skye was holding his own very well, the fight was obviously in the demon's favor. And Luka still had no clue why the hell this was happening. He stood aside, observing the fight for he knew better than to prevent Lucian when he was on the war path.
ReplyDelete"Lucian," Luka would call.
"Fuck off!" he would reply and continue his assaults.
Jesus... though he found this greatly amusing, bloodshed was the last thing he wanted added on his record... So, when it appeared both of the combatants were running short on energy (or at least, Skye), Luka took the opportune moment to step in. Lucian held Skye by the scruff of his shirt, his hand poised for the kill, his eyes burning with pure hatred and loathing. Luka came up from behind, slightly bewildered he was able to catch Lucian off guard as he struck the back of his head, knocking him unconscious. Grabbing him before he fell, Luka hoisted Lucian over his shoulder even as he fought the black of unconsciousness with little progress. Skye glanced up at Luka, chancing a grateful expression before he was kicked upside the head. He fell to the floor as he too was knocked out.
"That's 'cause you were pissing me off." Idiotic reason, but whatever. Hell, if that were the case, he'd have taken the time to beat Lucian up before knocking him out. More like he was getting bored with their stupid quarrel. Plus, he was starting to worry about Ara's welfare. So, as he hauled Skye onto his other shoulder, Luka concentrated as he teleported the three of them back to the party.
Holy hell... did hell break loose while he was gone? Loud music was booming from the speakers, people dancing (if you could call it dancing), and booze tainting the air so strongly his nose cringed. What shocked him most, however, was little Ara standing amongst several people lying upon the floor, beaten and (for some of them) unconscious. Her golden gaze snapped to his and relief spilled from them in a flood of other emotions. Namely anger. The servants took the limp forms of Lucian and Skye to separate rooms to rest as Ara briefly scolded Luka for leaving her behind. Not that she had too much to complain about; from her attitude he could only assume she was the one who doled out the beating. Damn, if that wasn't enough to make a mate proud he didn't know what was. He drew her into his arms as he kissed her lips.
"Come now, little wolf," cooed Luka, twirling a lock of her hair with his finger. "Time to enjoy ourselves, shall we?"
Oh, the alcohol had helped. . . a lot. Alkirn had refused to drink more than a few glasses of champagne, but Akari would not have it. She wanted her mate to have fun, he deserved to relax, even if his family looked just about ready to tear him apart.
ReplyDelete"A..Akari, I think.. we should go home." He stumbled a bit to the side but she held him upright. Why was it so amusing to see her beloved vampire drunk?
Akari... He moaned within the confinements of his mind. She merely laughed in response.
It's alright mon cheríe, her hand reached to take his, tonight we shall have fun.
She led them to the dance floor, the music boomed around them, urging them to dance to the rhythm. She shot Alkirn a wicked smile as she began to move with the beat, her body seeming one with the melody. It did not take more than a minute to have her dancing like most of those in the crowd. Her body was tight against his,causing waves of arousal to hit her as Alkrin's body responded to her actions.
Ak..Akari! She relished in the way he reacted, he was absolutely gorgeous. His hands tightened around her waist, bringing her body closer to his. Her movements caused her to rub against him, feeling every sweet curve of his muscles hidden beneath his clothing. Their lust mingled with each other until it was impossible to prevent the moans that left their bodies.
Alkirn... her mind called to him, begging him to take her right there and then, without care of those around him. He was the only voice of reason between them as he said, or more like gasped , the single word, "Room."
Without objection she took his hand and led them to the safe walls of her bedroom. His eyes blazed with desire as he took her lips, his tongue urgently stroking hers. Their arousal heightening to that now familiar height that they reached. Her fingers tangled in his hand, bringing him ever closer to her. She felt the soft comforts of her bed as Alkirn already began to tear into her dress. Her hands reached between them, unbuttoning his pants. He did not even wait for his clothes to be shed before he removed her panties and brought her hips and plunged into her hot sheath. Their cries resounded through the air as they engulfed themselves in their burning passion.
He took Ara carefully by the hand to the dance floor, her enthusiasm almost non-existent. True, starting off the party like the two of them did and then Luka leaving Ara to fight off a pack of wolves was a real mood killer. He wouldn't let others ruin the night for them both. Luka held her hand in his, his other upon her waist. The rhythm of the booming music commanded his movements, though he was careful to not let it consume him. It seemed, however, that his little wolf was a tad more daring than he was.
ReplyDeleteShe slowly pressed herself against him, her breath in soft gasps against his lips, her hips rubbing into him with every beat. He pushed himself against her as if to shy her away in warning, but she only clung tighter to him as the began moving through the crowd. She stumbled when she came into contact with a nearby chair and plopped herself onto it as her knees caved out from under her. Luka breathed a laugh, Ara's hands hoisted around his neck and drawing him into a lustful kiss. He couldn't resist her as her tongue explored his mouth so slowly it sent shivers down his spine. He arched his hips against her core, rubbing against the moisture he felt even through the thick fabric of his pants. She moaned, her hand finding his hip and forcing him tighter against her.
"We have... unfinished business..." sighed Ara. Excitement shook through Luka's veins and she giggled at his reaction. Suddenly, he was all over her, commanding her mouth, grabbing her thighs as he spread her legs wider and, with a startled gasp, Ara was abruptly upon her back as Luka teleported them onto soft sheets of a bed. Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard moaning nearby and the smell of lust and sex tainting the air and fuck, it was enough to make him hard on the spot. Ara gasped, sensing his increase of lustful waves and did not hesitate as she undid the button of his pants. Her legs immediately wrapped around him as he tore at the underwear she'd had been given by the servants. Her hips rubbed against his, her soaked core drenching him as he lunged into her. He lay on top of her, ecstasy filling him as he felt Ara tremble beneath him with every thrust. Luka smiled. She was going to be in for the ride of her life.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, her gasps seemed to excite him further as he took a firm hold on her hips to thrust into her with greater force. She was aware of the other couple, her wolf senses would not let her forget it nor ignore it. And she was so drunk off the lust that came off of Luka, the lust that mingled with her own because of the bond, that, and the lust that emanated immensely as the wolf girl and her mate next to her.
ReplyDelete"Luka!" She screamed his name as a climax overtook her body, its power so strong that it left her absolutely shocked. . . and crazed. It seems the female wolf had achieved this point as well, for their wolves called to each other. They begged to torture their mates, to show them that they were not the only ones that could cause such pleasure. . . and the fact that in doing so will please their mates.
Ara shoved Luka off, causing him to cast her a confused look before his gaze snapped to the person who came up behind her. She could sense the wolf within the female purr softly as her hands came around. Her soft touches sent visible shivers through Ara, and in result, Luka.
Ara turned to the female their eyes meeting as they began to tease and stroke each other. Their hands traveling up and down each other's body. Ara's hand dipped below to the female's sex, drawing small circles around it. The female threw her head back, lustful gasps escaping her lips. Then she in turn did the same except the dark haired female dipped her fingers within, taking the moisture of Ara's arousal and spreading it around. Slowly, she drew her soaked fingers to her lips and licked them seductivley, all the while staring straight at her mate. Audible moans were heard from the males as they watched in absolute awe.
When Luka made a move to join in, the dark haired female swiped her claws at him, Ara growled low in warning. Then the black haired male would advance, in which the females responded with another swipe and growl. They kept them at bay, torturing the living hell out of the boys until they cried out, waves of all four participants orgasms shot through the air, increasing each individuals release to the point of a painful pleasure. When the males collapsed, the last of their energy spent, the females smiled wickedly at them, and began the torture once more.
Oh, fuck, Akari, Alkirn thought. The girls mercilessly stroked one another, their bodies arching against one another, the air filled with their lustful moans. His body tingled with every caress upon Akari's skin and oh, how he ached to be the one holding her, consuming her... and when the redhead woman began feasting upon Akari, Alkirn nearly lost it. Yet no matter how many times he tried approaching them he was swatted away... even by Akari. He threw his head back, the ecstasy climbing and his un-quenched lust driving him insane. He heard a strangled moan from the other male and wondered if he, too, was bonded to his mate, feeling everything from his female that Alkirn was feeling from his. If that were the case...
ReplyDeleteIt was almost as if on cue. The demon was immediately by his side, a playful wicked grin upon his face. Alkirn silently hoped this dude wasn't sadistic as he positioned in front of him, both upon their knees. Even through the haze of his lust and alcohol, Alkirn was cautious, almost recoiled at Luka's touch. But, fuck... he was close to no longer giving a shit when he felt Akari's thoughts go tense as Luka stroked him. His breaths hot and short, he couldn't contain himself as he pressed himself against Luka. He hadn't the time to calculate his actions or find it odd that Luka's sex rubbing against his strangely turned him on. They were slick against each other, still damp from their mates' arousal and he relished as Luka's hands grew more demanding. They traveled down to his waist to his ass, where he stopped and groped Alkrin with firm hands. Alkirn responded immediately.
A slow hand rose to Luka's neck, grabbing him forcefully at the nape, their face inches apart. Their labored breaths mingled; Alkirn could feel Luka's own hot breath upon his lips... A wicked sneer lined Alkirn's face as he reached down and enclosed Luka's cock in his hand, a strangled moan arising from Luka's lips as he slowly leaned his head back. A harsh, sudden wave of lust emanating from Akari egged him onward and he began a steady rhythm as he stroked Luka, satisfied as he heard a low purr from Luka's mate. He picked up the pace. Luka writhed in his grasp, his body shivering as he began his climb to that alluring climax. Finally, he came; white hot seed spewing onto Alkirn's sex and thighs, the wonderful moans of their mates sending the boys into complete ecstasy.
Suddenly, Luka's waves of his orgasm sent him towering over Alkirn, leaning into him until he was flat on his back as Luka pinned him down with his own body. Luka rocked against him as he rode out the orgasm and Alkirn shivered beneath him; the rubbing frustrating him, exciting him, his rock hard erection straining to be sheathed in hot, wet folds of wondrous arousal... but oh, he had to be patient. This was payback. And he was enjoying every moment of it.
As Luka came down from his high, his blue-turning-gold eyes flickered ominously, and in the time it took Alkirn to realize his intentions they were already unfolding. Luka reached down, each hand grabbing Alkirn's thighs as he hoisted his legs up until his knees rested on Luka's toned shoulders. Luka's tongue slide alongside Alkirn's cheek as his cock slowly pushed its way into Alkirn's anus. Ah fuck! Alkirn arched his hips, easing Luka's entrance until he was completely sheathed within him. Slowly, with building momentum, he rocked against him and Alkirn's screams of impending agony filled the room. He'd never been taken this way and his body made him aware of that as Luka's movements felt foreign yet strangely enticing. It was when he matched Luka's rhythm that the ecstasy began to set in. He couldn't keep his back from arching; Luka supported him with a strong hand that encompassed his waist. And when Alkirn came, his seed spraying onto Luka's chest, he heard Luka chuckle maliciously. Oh ho... think again.
ReplyDeleteUsing his elevated legs to his advantage, Alkirn pushed Luka away, ignoring the sudden pain of Luka retracting from Alkirn's insides. Luka stumbled to his feet and Alkirn leapt to his immediately. Luka began to approach him but Alkirn beat him to the punch as he slammed his palms against the wall, pinning Luka in his proximity. Alkirn laughed as the females sighed dreamily; their chests meeting one another and brushing like feathers across their skin. Luka's drunk, expectant gaze surveyed Alkirn and if Luka had been in his right mind he wouldn't have let this happen. But with one quick, effortless pull, Luka was twirled face first into the wall and held there by his wrists in Alkirn's grasp. The rest of Alkirn's body pressed tightly to Luka's and heedlessly sheathed himself within Luka. It ticked Alkirn off that Luka immediately found pleasure and release... obviously the demon had done this before. And from the look Luka shot him, smug and daring, Alkirn suddenly became determined to get this fucker screaming.
"Luka..." She moaned her mates name as she arched her back, feeling every single one of Luka's lustful waves. His blue eyes that now became clouded with that familiar yellow, flashed in her direction. A wicked smile played across her male's face as he held her gaze within his. Every move he made was directed to her, every moan. . every touch he made to the other male. . . She wanted it to be her. She wanted him. Now.
ReplyDeleteShe climbed off the bed, her eyes set on her mate. A menacing growl erupted from Ara's throat as she shoved the male out of the way.
"Mine." THe urge to possess her mate over took Ara. Within a heartbeat she teleported them back to the bed. She pinned him onto the mattress, as she straddled his hips, moaning loudly as she felt his erection against her soaking core. Luka's ground against her, daring her to take him, to claim him. The wolf inside her responding with such force that she dug her claws into his broad chest.
"Come my little wolf, take me." Her eyes met his briefly before guiding him to her core. They cried out, Luka's strong hands going to her waist, holding her firmly against him as if relishing in the feel of her. She began to move, slowly at first, but quickly picked up the speed. She threw her head back, losing herself in the feel of her beautiful demon. The way he arched his hips, meeting each and everyone of her stroke. . the way he moaned, those wonderfully penetrating blue eyes never leaving her.
"You're mine, Luka." Her whisper was lost as her mate drew her closer, silencing their cries as they both reached that wonderful orgasm. She pressed herself closer as his tongue eagerly stroked hers and before she knew it, Luka rolled, pinning her body underneath his massive form.
"Oh, Luka!" She held on to him, her body shivering with every forceful thrust he made. His hands held her wrist's above her head, leaving her absolutely at his mercy. Oh. . . she loved her wonderfully dominating mate, the way the sweat beaded off his muscular skin. . the way his very presence commanded her submission. This was a male who she could spend the rest of her life with, a male she could give her life to and know that he would always protect her.
He didn’t have the luxury of processing what was happening. As soon as the male was pulled away from him, Alkirn’s own mate was at once all over him. He was slammed against the wall, Akari’s finger tracing along the length of his cock while her other hand tangled firmly in his air. She devoured his lips, her tongue slick and strong against his. One of her legs wrapped around his waist, dowsing him in thick arousal, and her body pressed tightly to his. He encased her in his durable arms, bringing her closer still to his person, moaning as her lustrous breasts rubbed along his chest. Akari ceased her stroking, hastily forcing him into her, pulling him with a less than gentle tug. His desires met, to feel slick hot flesh enclosing him, he instantly came. He broke from Akari’s mouth, tilting his head back in the waves of his overwhelming orgasm. He nearly was reduced to his knees in excruciating pleasure, but Akari’s weight upon him kept him upright. Her lust was almost unbearable as her body shivered in response to his climax. Goosebumps adorned her skin and suddenly she was merciless.
ReplyDeleteShe thrashed her hips repeatedly into his; Alkirn yelped with every forceful stroke within Akari’s core. He writhed violently underneath her, increasing her pleasure until she whipped her head back as she came. Her body arched back at the hips, her legs caving, and her torso almost perpendicular to Alkirn with the intensity of her orgasm. One arm around the small of her back and the other supporting Akari’s head, Alkirn leaned his head to her chest, her lustful gasps penetrating through her lips as she felt his hot breath upon her skin. She shivered, her sex contracting around his, and as he moaned in delight he found Akari’s breasts pucker in response. He tortured her, running a light stroke of his tongue around her nipple, his fangs gripping it softly in his mouth. Alkirn laughed airily as Akari screamed in frustration, attempting to rock her hips against his but finding it increasingly difficult.
“Dammit, Alkirn,” she sighed, forcing herself upright once more, hands encasing his face and their breaths mingling heavily with each other. “Release me.” And with a wicked smile, Alkirn threw them both onto the bed, their screams filling the room as he was rammed harder into Akari. He pushed through the euphoria of his orgasm and thrust furiously into his precious Akari even as she was still undergoing her own orgasm. Her monstrous ecstasy nearly ripped him apart and he nearly collapsed in the pleasure of it. She contorted her body beneath him as each wave of her orgasm left her breathless and hungry for more. And Alkirn was more than ready to quell that desire.
Damnit. . . how was it possible that such a female was able to best him? She fought with great ferocity, with such cunning, it was clear she had learned from first hand experience how to fight for her life. He understood completely, though now he face an even greater dilemma, his mate and family were now at the mercy of the apparition in possession of his beloved Alice. Anger and frustration rose deep within him, burning bright with such a ferocity that it threatened to consume him again. With an exasperated growl he slammed his fist into the wall. His hand ran straight through and he didn't so much a flinch at the pain that came after.
ReplyDeleteHe ran a hand through his hair, his mind already racing with tactics. He would save his beloved, but it would take a strategy and a well executed plan. . . but he had no time. Instead he made his way to the creature, anger flaring, fangs grinding.
But as he approached her, his body tensed, sensing the arousal near by. He nearly stopped in confusion, tilting his head up slightly, he scented the air. Sasuke?. . . Sakura? They were with Alice. Why?
His pace quickened as he moved hastily to the source. His gaze first landing upon the women on the bed. His Alice and his brother's mate. They were. . . kissing?
His eyes flashed to his brother who stood there, as confounded as Raige, if not more. The males watched their females for a few moments as their lustful breaths filled the air, calling to them.
What was going on? The situation seemed so out of control, and it was that loss of control that seemed to add fuel to the fire of his anger and frustration towards the entire situation. He willed his body to move, to take action as was his custom, yet it was their very rein that kept him at bay; merely a specter to the plot that unfolded before his eyes. It was all he could do to bite back the moan that threatened to escape his lips. Alice's lust was incredibly tantalizing, it took all his strength to remind himself it was not his Alice. . . not yet.
"Azel," moaned his wonderful goddess. Alice's lips left Sakura's, her eyes watching her as Azel moved down. Sakura's cheeks were flushed with wondrous heat, her throat long and fair. Her mounds swelled with every intake of breath, peaceful sighs seeping through her lips that were the hue of a rose. He ran a soft hand over her abdomen and traveled upward, the other hand working its way to her underwear. Their clothes lay splayed on the bedroom floor, leaving them in nothing more than undergarments. Sakura's soft, plush body arched into every touch; he un-linked her bra, running Alice's tongue slowly and longingly from the bottom to the top of her breast. A small giggle escaped his lovely goddess's mouth.
ReplyDelete"Hadn't thought this through, have you?" Her sweet, angelic voice fed like music to his ears. True, he hadn't expected seducing his former lover but, as a man of quick wit, he was willing to improvise. He would pleasure her regardless.
His movements were steady, neither too fast nor too slow. Teeth found the fabric of her panties, delicately pulling them down from her hips. The smell of her potent scent filled him, intoxicated him. He hadn't felt so alive in so long.
Alice took her in her mouth. Azel mentally tsked at the males close by who moaned, their arousal apparent and overwhelming. He worked slowly, circling her walls, passing over her G-spot several times and exciting her as a result. He teased her, tenderly caressing it, leaving her at a stagnant state of tingling euphoria. Then, quite abruptly, he increased the tempo. She gasped at he increased her pleasure; he had to hold her thighs firmly to keep her from squirming out of his grasp until finally she came. Her sensual, verbal responses made him ache and he knew he'd never possess a female again. He climbed back on top of his beloved, watching her fall apart under the crashing orgasmic wakes. He leaned hips to hers, hot flesh upon hot flesh, vulvae rubbing vulvae and fuck, Azel groaned in frustration as he was restricted from promising climaxes. He leaned into her ear as she came down from her high.
"I'll be back to finish what I started, my love," he whispered. She chanced him a cautious look, one that held a much deeper meaning but he had not time nor the patience to delve further into the matter. With great discontent to leave his lovely goddess, but regrettably in a body that did not suit his desires, he slowly relinquished his hold on the one Alice Lestrade...
Sasuke could no longer stand by, watching his mate receive pleasure from the Alice. His wolf demanded it be him, it was his right to please her and no other shall have it. Not even his brother's mate. Moving quickly, yet as silent as the soft whispers of the wind, Sasuke appeared next to his mate. The familiar grip of the darkness enveloped Sasuke's mind, but it was not to possess him. No, this time the darkness yielded to Sasuke's command and with a single thought it engulfed the two wolves; taking them to their chambers.
ReplyDeleteHe lay onto her, his hands gliding slowly downward, their path leaving a trail of fire along Sakura's skin. She moaned, arching into his touch, taking her fingers to tangle into his silken hair. Her leg ran along his, slowly moving upward to lock around his waist. Sasuke's moaned as he felt her heated core against his sex. Their claws dug into each other, growls emanated through the air as Sakura tore his clothes apart. His electrifying blue eyes locked into hers, a devilish smile betrayed his lips as he leaned down to bury his face in her neck. His breaths were hot against her skin. She gasped as his fingers found her entrance, moaned as he pushed first one finger within. Strangled moans erupted from the two wolves. He relished in the feel of Sakura's hot flesh.HIs mind consumed with lustful thoughts, possessive thoughts. Mine.
"Sasuke!" She rode his hand, rocking her hips until she came hard against it. She shivered at his display of dominance, his sudden possessive actions causing her wolf to respond defiantly.He would rub his hips against hers, seeking the sweet feeling of her silken flesh; yet she would deny him that relief. She would move, just slightly, evading every one of his attempts to take her. He snarled in frustration before his claws dug deep into her hips, locking her in place. She cried out as both pain and pleasure mingled. He took her without hesitation. Ramming his hips faster and harder into hers. He moaned when he felt her lovely heat enclose his cock. She thrashed violently underneath him, making many attempt to overthrow him, to command him and be the dominant wolf. He laughed at her futile attempts, this time he would take her. She screamed his name as she came, her sex contracting around his, triggering his own release. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her claws dug into his shoulder blades, pressing him closer to her. Her lustful breaths encouraging him to continue.
He would claim her until she begged him to stop. . . and knowing his precious Sakura, she never would.
God, her body ached and her lust was unquenched. She was too lost in the haze of desire; she questioned not why she and Sakura had both been nude when Sasuke took Sakura away in a flash of darkness and she wouldn't have asked anyway. Mainly the reason being Alice was abruptly reduced to her hands and knees, strong hands gripping her hips and her mate's waist rubbing against her backside. She gasped, feeling Raige's erection straining beneath the shield of his pants as it moved around her. His restraint was nearly impossible; his hand shook as he removed her underwear and hastily inserted a long, large finger through the folds of her flesh. Sighing as Alice felt a second intrusion, Raige leaned to her ear, whispering a low and growly snarl, "Wider, Alice."
ReplyDeleteShe spread at his whim, small tremors shaking her body as her ears met the glorious sound of clothes being shed. And then, without warning, as though his attempts to remain calm failed once and for all, he heaved himself into her with great force. His instincts had completely taken hold as he thrust violently, in and out, wet flesh rubbing wet flesh, that there was hardly a break between the monstrous orgasms that crippled the both of them. Even as he held her firmly in his sure grasp, Alice's strength failed under the waves of pure pleasure until she depended upon Raige altogether.
Just as she felt she were to faint from the weakness of endless sensuality, Alice was immediately flipped onto her back; her violet eyes up close to the crystal, ocean blue of Raige's. She instantly locked her legs around his waist, the momentum of his thrusts shattering her to her very core. Her grip was fierce upon his back, her teeth grit with terrible force but still unable to restrain the moans and sighs as signs of her euphoria. Only few times before had his passion been so intense, so instinctual, but nothing had prepared for what came next.
He plunged deeply, at an angle, differently than anything he had done before in the eighteen years they'd been together, but it was enough. Something new triggered, shaking her, overwhelming her; Alice's body was sent into a tangible state of ecstasy far more severe than anything she had ever experienced in her life. She writhed violently, her sex convulsing around Raige's, milking him dry as he was sent into his own release.
"Raige!" she screamed, her voice saturated in the sweetest torture in existence. It lasted for an eternity, as though she were possessed by the god of pleasure and her body began falling apart under the pressure of it. Nothing else mattered; her past, her future, all that existed was the heightened euphoria that was the now. She was on the edge, the sweet black of unconsciousness threatening to consume her, but she pushed through, wanting to experience this newfound pleasure to the very end. But the way she was coming undone at the seems of sanity and life itself, Alice knew it would be the longest, agonizing, most wonderful experience she'd yet to face.
"Eireka, enough" But his warning was lost amongst the loud blaring music and the sounds of the increasingly aggressive crowd. "Come on angel cakes, live a little." She threw down another shot of a bottle of whiskey she managed to find. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled as his gaze dropped briefly again. "You know, for an angel, you have little to no restraint." "Silence demon." No matter how many attempts he made to escape this hell hole, Eireka always managed to pull him back in. . . He would have been able to handle it . . . if she had not started to dance the ways the others did. The way her body moved sent unwanted shiver through his body. It made that dark force Daren felt more eminent, it practically screamed for him to ignore his duties and take her. It urged him to fall and it was all Daren could do to keep it at bay. ''Eirkea can't we leave now? I can't stay in this environment for much lon-" His breath caught as he was slammed against the wall. A loud hiss escaped his lips as he felt her body press tightly against his. "You.. are such a buzz kill." But her words hardly registered. His body unwillingly responded to the proximity of hers, a strong hand wrapped around her waist, the other running up the grasp the back of her neck. "Eireka. . ." He whispered softly against her lips before he took them. The kiss was soft, loving.. yet it was filled with the yearning that he felt deep within his soul. He felt her stiffen in his grasp, probably because she was unsure what caused him to commit such an act that went against all his vows and very nature. But right now he didn't care, the only thing that mattered to him was the wonderful demon in his arms.
ReplyDeleteOh... Well, alright then. The plush of his sweet lips grasped hers so tenderly yet with the urgency of a desire that desperately wished to be quenched. His gentle caress tantalized her body as the kiss itself sent her on a euphoric high. Eireka broke away, her breaths hot and labored, but immediately plunged back into his luscious lips with unreserved lust. God, the way his mouth moved around hers, how his tongue...
ReplyDeleteHe shut down and fought against her, denying her that sweet pleasure. The strong arms once wrapped lovingly around her moved quickly and forcefully attempted to pry her arms from around his neck. Oh yea, like fuck you will. Her nails dug within the locks of his hair, her tongue furiously trying to open his mouth but to no avail. With one sharp tug he was released from her grasp, Daren's large hands pinning her arms to her sides like a child caught doing something wrong. He even had that demeaning look in his eyes. Which was hot.
"No, Eireka," Daren scolded. She tsked.
"Not fair, Flyboy... There's no kissing and running with me." She pushed against the restraint of his grasp, her mouth ready to take him again... and he threw her from him with such force that, in addition to being drunk off her ass, made her stumble to the floor. After the initial pain of the fall, Eireka cackled in amusement.
"You're so cute when you're angry." A wicked grin played her face when she saw a slight blush on his face. Her eyes flashed to the ceiling and she sighed in frustration. Dammit. Now she had an itching for sex... Fucking angel will be the death of me, she thought. She batted away the hand he outstretched to her and rose clumsily to her feet. Daren approached her, perhaps to act as her crutch, but she again swiped him away with a clawed hand.
"Fuck off," she mumbled disdainfully, swaying as she made her way away from him. She had to find someone to jump before she decided to screw the entire world and take Daren where he stood. Not that the fate of the world mattered to her anyway; it was more to the fact Daren would do anything to keep his "innocence"... even fight to the death for it. Eireka wasn't eager to die anytime soon. She pushed aside that twinge of pain she felt at that thought... that he might even be willing to kill her for the sake of planet Earth... and proceeded to find the next available male she could seduce. Ignoring the calls Daren made for her, Eireka stumbled for a lone male of black hair and violet eyes standing against the wall in the far corner. Of course, her movements were sluggish and slow so by the time she approached him another male sidled up to make friendly conversation. Hmm... Alright. She could work with that.
The lust radiating from her body did not go unnoticed by either of the males (actually, almost every male chanced her a glance as she strutted to the men) and she allowed them to feast upon her body with their hungry eyes before whispering a lustful, "Let's go, boys." It was as if they were entranced, the both of them following her slowly and cautiously as though they were animals on the hunt. She ascended the stairs, her gaze shifting conveniently to Daren's aghast expression and Eireka slipped him a devilish smile before disappearing to the floor above.
He couldn't take much more of this. He had to get out of there. Akira stood abruptly, ignoring the worried glance that Charlotte cast him. Panic and fear shot through him as he pushed past the aggressive males. He was here. . . he could sense it. What was he waiting for? what could his father want from him? He didn't want to stay there to find out, he needed to find the bastard and kill him...
ReplyDeleteMemories of that night flashed in his mind. The way his father took his Lottie. . . she was his... his! And he would be damned before his no good bastard of a father were to take her away from him.
He was completely lot in his thoughts when he stepped outside onto the balcony. He was completely unaware as a dark figure stepped out of the shadows and stood right behind him.
"You truly are disappointing. You cannot even sense when I am right behind you." Akira's blood ran cold in his veins when he heard Ahivd's voice. He spun to face him, but it was too late. Before Akira could react he was pinned to the ground. Growls and snarls emanated from Akira's throat but he was at his fathers mercy.
"It is time you finally uphold the family, little boy. Soon, you will be useful. . . soon. You already have ties on the inside, now you just need a simple. . push." And on those words Ahvid bit deep into his wrist and held it to his son's mouth.
Akira squirmed, fighting viciously against him but to no avail. Slowly a dark power that seemed to have lied in slumber for an eternity began to awaken. A dark hunger for power took a firm grip on his heart and before Akira knew it, he held onto his fathers arm, eagerly drinking the blood that flowed within his veins. A dark laughed erupted from his father as he watched his son's heart become consumed.
"Excellent." He retracted his hand and stood. Akira snarled and jumped to his feet.
"Now go boy. Don't disappoint me." And with those words he vanished into the shadow.
He growled, practaclly unleashed the most animalistic, painful roar into the air as the hunger for power became unbearable. It beckoned for him to take any power that came his way. . . and two candidates just walked outside. Without a thought he lunged at Shinu, his fangs meeting that sweet soft flesh of his neck. He nearly moaned out loud at the relief he felt, as the power within the wolf flowed through the liquid blood and into Akira's body.
He ignored the claws that raked his body as Luna tried to pry him off... It aggravated him to the point where he turned and latched onto her, leaving a weakened Shinu slump to the ground.
Where have you gone? Lottie became concerned; Akira had never left her side for a single moment throughout the entire ordeal. He suddenly stormed off toward the balcony and she hadn't seen him since. Her eyes scanned the crowd, the long hours of the night weighing her down in addition to the booming music and high temperature of the room. She couldn't blame him for wanting a breather... Lottie herself was near ready to lash out at someone under the stress of it all. To bathe in sweet crimson... hear the shrieking of blood curdling screams-
ReplyDelete"Mommy?"
Charlotte blinked, her eyes drawn to young Tara. The child rubbed her eyes sleepily and yawned hugely. Lottie placed her daughter gently in her lap.
"Where are your siblings?" A rhetorical question, for several servants had come by and taken her sleeping children to one of the bedrooms in the back, but was Tara the only one awake?
"Sleeping." Of course.
"Did the music wake you?"
"No... I smell blood... someone thirsty for power."
And for whatever reason that an ominous chill suddenly froze Lottie where she sat, she had to go. Something was wrong and the world be damned before she'd lose Akira again. She hastily handed Tara to a servant to take back to her siblings and moved through the crowd, though with great difficulty. Every obstacle accelerated her anxiety and she couldn't get to Akira fast enough. Perhaps it was her inner wolf senses inherited from her father that urged her onward, but regardless the reason she was drawn to Akira's location without a second thought.
She burst to the balcony and what met her eyes was enough to make her blood run cold with fear and confusion. Her uncle Shinu lay weakened upon the ground, though still attempting to reach for Luna, who was held firmly by an all too familiar person...
"Akira?" It was all she could do to call out his name in a strangled squeak. He snapped his head up, a wild craze resounding in his eyes, and by the severity of his gaze she knew his sights were now set to take her next. He dropped Luna, her body clumsily thumping to the ground. Stepping over her, Akira approached Lottie as he wiped his bloodstained mouth with the back of his hand. Blood... Lottie was abruptly snapped out of her statue-like state as a sudden but familiar power commanded her to block Akira's attack as he lunged for her. Shocked at first, Lottie quickly regained her composure, fighting back the desire to counterattack Akira. They danced in a flash of fists and kicks across the balcony, half of Charlotte concerned and fearful of Akira's change and the other half worried about her aunt and uncle. She would glance to them every now and then, seeing as Luna crawled to Shinu and rising to her feet as she acted as Shinu's crutch. She looked worriedly towards Charlotte, slightly infuriating Lottie.
ReplyDelete"Get out of here!" Lottie ordered as she pushed Akira away to give them an opening to escape. Slowly but surely, Luna dragged Shinu to the door leading back to the party and Lottie observed for a split second before returning her attention to her mate. Yet, even in the brief moment she took her eyes away from him, Akira was already poised to strike... but not at Lottie. Without another moment's thought, seeing as he reached behind him for a weapon, Lottie ran to fling herself in between him and his target. For a moment, she wondered if her throat was tearing itself apart with the tears she'd been forcing herself to restrain... until sweet crimson flooded down her neck and the cold of a piercing blade strangled her voice.
The effect was instantaneous. Charlotte fell to her knees, her head swimming with indistinct noises and sights. She gasped for breath, every intake painful as the steel of the blade still impaled her. The world began to spin... she landed against strong arms that immediately caught her descent, the only thing discernable was the familiar piercing blue eyes...
"No!! Dammit!" Akira's hand clenched the handle of the knife, quickly exchanging glances between the weapon and Lottie before swiftly removing it from her throat. Lottie gasped in pain, her voice weathered, the exhalation of her breaths excreting more blood through the open wound. Akira and the noise of the party consumed her senses, though slowly Charlotte realized what she was hearing was not the jubilant voices and music that was the party... but rather more sinister noises that slept within the deep confines of her mind. God... she was going to die. The madness would consume her and that would be the end of it. Her eyes drooped lazily and she half wanted to close them for good and get the worst of the pain over with...
"Lottie, damn you, don't you dare die on me!" Cupping a forceful hand against her cheek, his sudden touch and embrace made Lottie's eyes flutter momentarily but it was enough. The change of his eye color was lost and hearing him over the sound of the madness grew increasingly difficult. Pushing through the pain and blood loss, Charlotte used her entire energy to focus in on Akira and nothing else.
There was an apparent fear and desperation in his face, different than what she'd seen moments before. He almost appeared on the verge of tears. His mouth was moving. What was he saying? Concentrate, Lottie....
"Live!! You must live, Charlotte! Listen to me!" He forced her eyes wider open and repeated. An overwhelming sensation of obedience consumed her and suddenly she was determined to live no matter what condition her body was in. She'd fight, even as the madness rose and slowly enveloped her mind... Yes. I will live! For you... Akira... I... ... love... y-you... ...
... ... haha... HAHAHAHA!! LET MADNESS REIGN ONCE MORE!! EHEHE!!!
Nicholas cast one last look out the window. Time to join the party, he thought.
ReplyDeleteHe wasn't used to such occasions. Preferring studies over everything else, he was very much a dedicated Prince. He loved his people to no end. . . but despised such crowds as these. He would have much liked to be out fighting with his wolves than make an appearance at this. . . but his older sister had begged him to come, and she was quite persuasive.
"Your majesty, you must hurry, else you shall miss the festivities." Wouldn't want that, would we? The servant handed him his jacket adorned with honorary war metals and badges.
Just a quick pop in, pop out. He thought. He dismissed the servant before headed down the stairs. It did not take much time for him to be nearly overwhelmed by the scent of alcohol, sex, and lust. It took all of his will to move onward without flinching at the stench.
He made his way around the crowd, sending smiles as greeting to those family and friends he knew. He was going to need a drink if he was going to survive this torturous night, filled with nothing bu- His breath caught, his eyes landed upon a woman with wonderful pink hair. Her blue eyes so vibrant and full of life. She conversed with a group of females, her laugh stood out above all the others. Her voice melodious and beautiful. His gaze solely focused on her, he made his way through the bodies that pressed tightly together. Never before had he been so instinctually drawn to a female. Of course, his time to marry was now and his parent had been looking furiously for a suitable partner for him, but he had rejected them all. Not caring much for being tied to a woman, Nicholas was very much a rebel in that department. Who would have thought that it would only take a single moment, a single glance to bring the Prince to a new light.
The group parted as he approached them, leaving the female absolutely stunned at his sudden appearance.
ReplyDelete"Forgive my intrusion or if I have startled you, my lady, but i could not help but be drawn by such a radiant beauty such as yourself." He took her hand gently into his, and with a short bow he placed a tender kiss onto it, his clear green never leaving hers. The girls around them sighed, many of which giggled.
"Oh. . umm" He smiled at her sudden shyness and straightened once more.
"May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"
Her eyes widened slightly, and she blinked at him a couple of moments before she smiled and answered. "Aura"
"My dear, Aura, would you honor me with a dance?" She glanced about her, a furious blush adorned her face as she noted the other's dancing.
"Do not worry, mon cheriè, it will not be that sort of dance. . . at least not modernly I suppose." He took her hand into his and led her onto the dance floor. Instantly the music changed from a blaring hip hop to a romantic melody. The crowd moved to the edges, leaving them alone right in the center.
His hand slid around her slender waist, bringer her closer to him. He leaned into her ear and whispered, "just follow my lead." With that he led her to a twirl, her dress fanning out about her before she was drawn back into to his person. As the music picked up so did the heat that seemed to sizzle between them. Her leg ran up his to lock around his waist as he drew her to a dip. His hand ran up her thigh, raising up, slowly pulling back the dress that she wore. Her head fell back, her hands tangled in his hair, holding him against the valley of her breasts. His breath was hot and heavy, and temptation was so great, he could not help but slide his tongue between those wonderful mounds.
"Oh. . my . . . gosh." He heard a female breathe in the background as he moved them once more. They moved as one, letting the fast beat of the music carry them away. Nicholas held her so highly against him, he could feel each labored breath that escaped those lovely lips of hers.He nearly lost himself at the feel of her lush breasts against his chest. The hand that rested on the small of her back could not help but travel, ever so slightly, lower.His emerald eyes never left the beautiful ocean blue of hers especially as her leg ran up his thigh once more. Their breaths mingled as his hand caught the back her knee. Without effort, and with great grace, the Prince let her across the floor in a drag before finally finishing the heated dance with a lift and dip that left both dancers yearning for much more than just this.
He had wondered away from Eve, not wanting to be a downer at the party. Truth was, he was seriously fucked up with the whole Mushin inccident. Not the actual act of killing the bastard, but the fact that Evelyn calmed him so quickly, so effortlessly. It would have eaten him throughout the entire party had his brother not interupted his thoughts.
ReplyDelete"She's fiesty isnt she?" Pein shot him an angered gaze.
"What the fuck are you talking about? I am trying to self loathe here. Why can humans get privacy when they self loathe and a fucking demon can't?" He took a shot a whiskey and tossed the glass onto the ground. Not finding satisfaction, he reached over and took the entire bottle instead.
"I am talking about that pretty little peice of ass you're banging."Pein brought the bottle up to his lips, his demon raged inside to take out his brother.
"Careful there pretty boy, mommy isnt here to protect you. I will send you back to hell permanently. . . daddy misses his bitch anyway."
"You really think so? I'm pretty?" At Pein's growl, Lucian laughed. "Come on, bro, don't get your panties in a bunch. I'm just saying, does she arch her back everytime your thrust into her? She did that with me. . . fucking woman knows how to drive a demon crazy."
"Oh, Lucian, do you have a fucking death wish? Would you like me to go find Atrina and get your ass cursed again?" The bottle within Pein's grasp shattered. Its contents falling to a pool of alcohol. The people around them stepped back, every one of them knowing that a battle between the brothers would never end well.
"Whoa, calm down there princess, I was just saying. Does she still like that one move?"
"Oh, Fuck Lucian, I am going to- . . . wait. What. . . move?"
Lucian cast him a devilish grin as he went on to describe the specific way she liked to be taken. It was a variation on the doggie style position, only more intimate and much more fulfilling for both parties.
"No, way." Pein breathed as he imagined him taking Evelyn that way. . . over. . . and over.
"But i am sure she does it with you, and more . . . or am I wrong?" Oh, Pein wanted to slap that smug look off Lucian's face, but strangely enough, he could not help his curiosity.
"Well, let's see, she has wanted to try a lot of new things lately. Probably because of the bastard children shes carrying. I understand, it is kinda awkward to fuck her with them.. in the way." When Lucian laughed at his comment, Pein couldn't help but relax a bit. Yea, this was a fun conversation he could get into.
"Alright, lets see who's had the kinkiest time with her."
"Oh, you're on. Let's see, just the other day Eve wanted me to chain her up. . . but not on the bed, she wanted to be standing up. So, I got the damned chains and sweet. . . fuck. . . that was a good night."
Lucian laughed, "Oh yea? Well I remember there was this one time that we ran into each other at a bar. God. . . she was so drunk. . . i was stoned out of my mind, we wanted to mess with the humans. So I took her right there on the bar tables. . . Did you know she digs the wings? Turns her on . . gets her real crazy too."
Pein cast him and indignant glare before making a mental note to try that later. Oh. . . this was going to be a fun conversation.
It was exactly as she had remembered it. Music, lights, people, drama... Evelyn stood there, drink in hand, knowing deep down she should not have attended. Her very presence was causing disruptions and regardless of how many drinks she consumed she couldn't relax. Not when her past self was close by and mingling with almost everyone in the crowd. She didn't remember being so sociable; then again, this was a different strain of time from the one she grew up with. Who had knocked her up? Big as a freakin' watermelon, that she was. Had to be carrying twins or something.
ReplyDeleteEvelyn downed another shot of tequila, glancing at the past Evelyn warily to avoid contact as much as possible. Maybe she should leave before something worse happened. Only thing stopping her was the alcohol. No one would remember an older, non-pregnant Evelyn when the morning finally came. Not to mention she herself was already drunk off her ass and she wasn't sure she'd be able to make a getaway without making a scene. Fuck. She REALLY shouldn't have come.
She slumped toward the kitchen and grab another bottle when fate decided to screw her over. Evelyn's eyes locked with the male closest to the booze, one she'd seen hover around her younger self several times. His gaze flashed in slight confusion and that about did it for Evelyn had she also not noticed a deep hunger and life pulsating within the depths of his stare. She turned to make a run for it but she was immediately imprisoned within the man's strong, demonic grasp that wrapped from behind. He buried his head deep within her neck, taking her scent as his hands caressed her body. As one traveled down snuggly down her front between her soft skin and pants, he moaned, "... I hear wings turn you on."
What? Where did he hear- Black, feathered wings came to encircle them, their light touch tickling her skin as they stroked her. She gasped, the shivers being sent through her body exciting her and dowsing his fingers in pure arousal. It was then that he snapped. He hauled her in his arms, a quick whisper of the wind enveloped them before suddenly they were in a vacant bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed and she bounced with it's soft rebound. He shed his shirt, the sight of his bare, muscular body bearing mighty coal black wings driving her insane. In a flash, she lept from the bed, her lips locked in his and her tongue furiously demanding him as lustful gasps escaped her. He was absolutely evil, his movements slow against her violent ones, and it only made her hungry for more. A hand broke away from tangling in his gloriously suave hair, immediately reaching his sex down his pants. He betrayed one small moan as he grew hard within her grasp. Snickering, Evelyn tightened her hold slowly but surely upon him until finally he could no longer restrain himself. Somewhere in the fray that lasted only seconds they were both nude and she found herself upon her hands and knees on the bed. He thrust into her, moving within her with such urgency and...
"Oh!!" Evelyn yelped as he took her with the greatest sensuality she always loved. Who was this guy? It was as if he knew her inside and out. Well, inside for sure. And as they reached their climax simultaneously, he moved to receive the full effects of her release as her sex contracted around his, increasing his own pleasure. The man was merciless. Immediately after coming down from their high he set to work pounding into her more potently than before. He couldn't get enough of her and she couldn't get enough him. The pleasure was crushing, the feel of one another so agonizing, but every climax they met together pushed them past all that. All her worries were lost, screw time paradoxes. All that mattered now was the demon taking her over and over again and the night that lasted an eternity for the both of them.
Okami wasn't really having fun. She just wanted to leave, go home with a good book, and forget she was ever here. Her parents had disappeared and her siblings had left her alone. And now . . . She stiffened, her gaze meeting one of a boy with gorgeous blue eyes and raven black hair. . . walking her way. She panicked, her gaze flickering around for a way out.
ReplyDelete"Shit!" She dashed towards the kitchen,her head whipping to look behind, making sure that he wasn't following. She didn't stop until she found a secluded area where no noise penetrated the walls. Her heart pounded furiously within her chest.
"Thank God. . ." She didn't know what would happen if she had to talk to someone. She just couldn't handle it. . .
"Hey there." She froze, slowly turning to face the boy once more.
"Oh. . . no."
Victor hadn't wanted to attend the party with his boring brother and crazy ass sister. Eric always put a leash on him whenever they were with Scythe ("To not encourage her erotic behavior," he reasoned... Like, dude! What the fuck did erotic mean?!) so hallelujah, praise the Lord when Eric was pulled away by a sexy red haired babe to the bedrooms upstairs. Victor was finally able to tap into the alcohol, some of which he gave Scythe to preoccupy her with. Yea, yea, she wasn't supposed to have alcoholic beverages because she went crazy psycho bitch on everyone, but by that point Vic didn't care. He'd hated babysitting his little sister, one who gave him a lot of trouble even when she was sober. Vic was hankering to have a damn good time and a death god and a bossy demon wasn't going to get in his way.
ReplyDeleteTruth be told, he wasn't even sure he knew what he was doing after the sixth shot of whiskey and fourth shot of bourbon. But the cute redhead he'd chase to a secluded room was downright entrancing. She was frightened as a mouse to see him and Victor also noted how she'd kept to herself throughout most of the party. She was a shy one, huh? Damn... guess the pursuit was kind of a turn off. Vic stepped forward to apologize but instantly face planted into the floor as he lost his balance in his drunken stupor. Real smooth. The girl squeaked in surprised but after he lay there trying to compose himself, she hesitantly knelt next to him.
"Are you okay?" she asked timidly. Well, other than a slightly hurt pride, fantastic. He lifted his head to gaze up at her, trying not to make it obvious as his eyes flickered to her breasts every now and then.
"I might need another preschool course to learn how to walk again but otherwise I'm good." He got a small giggle out of her and if that wasn't enough to make a guy feel golden, Vic didn't know what was. He smiled, climbing to his knees so that they were on the same level. He passed a thoughtful hand through his hair in embarrassment, noticing as her intense gaze was upon him. Way to make me feel self-conscious.
"What? Do I have something on my face?"
"Shh," she hissed quietly, a small forefinger pressing against his lips. The steel gray of her eyes surveyed him, taking him in, but suddenly it wasn't quite so awkward. It was as though she were feasting upon him and Victor took that opportunity to observe her in turn. She was so small, everything about her was so petit. The red frame of her hair complimented her slightly tan skin, contrasting with her vibrant eyes; her lips curving perfectly into a small "o". It was then he noticed the hand that had silenced him now cautiously played with locks of his hair that fell on his face like black feathers. His eyes returned to hers, which were preoccupied with the movements of her hand before she returned his gaze. This was gonna be hard. He'd never been careful before; leaning towards her slowly to take her lips. So he was relieved beyond belief when she let him advance, even lept into the kiss with hidden enthusiasm she must've been building up the entire time. Holy... her taste strangely reminded him of cherries for some reason and well, his favorite fruit coincidently happened to be cherries. Funny how that happens.
It was when she began introducing her tongue into the fray that he was getting his old confidence back. A small part of him worried that she'd shy away at his touch as he moved to caress her and remove her clothes but surprisingly she met him with equal optimism. Vic had to wonder if the chick even knew what she was doing as she unlinked his belt 'cause clearly she was possessed. It was like she pulled a total 180... but man, after most of the clothes had been shed and he had her pinned on her back with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, he learned to stop asking questions. She was ready. Which was just the way Victor was born. Ready.
He ran a hand over his hair as he surveyed the crowd. His yellow eyes snapping in every direction. . . yep there were a lot of sexy women around, but he had to face the facts. Most of them were related to him in one way or the other and those who weren't were already mated. Bummer, he really wanted to just have fun, course, he didn't need a female for that did he? He shot down another shot of some alcoholic drink. He wasn't sure anymore what it was, it just hit the spot he supposed.
ReplyDelete"Hey bro, what's up?" A boy with dark hair approached him, his eyes a vibrant green.
"Oh, hey! Whats up dude!" The greeted each other in some secret hand shake none only to them.
"Is this party jumping or what?" The boy laughed, as he motioned to the rocking crowd.
"Oh, fuck yea. Although, all the chicks are either taken or related. . thats a fucking downer."
His friend downed a drink before pointing somewhere off into the crowd. "What about her? She looks new."
Blaez followed his friends gaze and he nearly froze at the sight of her. She was on a table, her body moving to the rhythm of the music. Obviously she had been drinking, and she wasn't going to stop anytime soon. She held a giant bottle of some unknown substance in her hand. Every few moments or so she would take a swing before continuing her erotic dancing.
"Now that, is a girl that knows how to party." He handed his friend his empty glass before making his way through the crowd. The people parted slowly, and it was as if they were slowly revealing more and more of her. Sweat beaded whatever skin showed outside her clothing. His eyes followed a single drop as it made its way down the side of her neck and disappeared into the valley between her luscious breasts. Her hips swayed back and forth, her free arm moving along her body is the most seductive ways.
Gosh, damn, this female knew how to turn a wolf on didn't she?
His body already reacted to her, his wolf purring in response to the girl. She awakened something within Blaez that he wasn't sure he wanted to become known, but it too hell with reasoning.
He approached her, a sly grin adorning his face as he noted her stare.
He opened his mouth to says something to her, but the way she moved called for action, and action spoke louder than words. He stepped onto the table, coming up behind her. A threatening growl came from her but Blaez did not back down, instead he wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her wondrous body close to his.
"Getting a little. . . cocky are we, wolf?" Yet even as she said this, her body moved tightly against him. Her hand reaching behind her to tangle into his hair. A loud purr resounded from deep within his chest as he dipped his head lower until she could feel his hot breath against her soft skin. She threw her head back, allowing him more access.
"God, woman. . . who are you." He rasped. The way her body commanded him, the way his own body responded . . .
"I'm a girl. . you won't have." With that she stepped out of his reach and cast him a devilish smile before jumping off the table and disappearing into the crowd.
Oh. . . the hunt is on.
He wasn't sure he could take much more. The booming music pounded horribly in his ears and the distasteful aroma of alcohol and lust permeated through the air, stinging his nose. Cael had never attended such an eccentric party and he couldn't stand being in such an environment with countless women clearly on the prowl for mates and sex. He'd hoped the alcohol would help relieve the anxiety, but in truth it only increased it. Everything was starting to mull together as the night dragged on and he knew he would not be able to handle get home safely. Fuck. To stay in a stranger's household into the night went against all of his training. Even if he were to find a vacant room to crash in, Cael doubted he would get a wink of sleep. Yet when a drunken woman of suggestive nature latched onto him without a moment's notice, he conceded to retreating into the back.
ReplyDeleteCael stumbled lazily yet hastily down the hallway, not searching for a specific room in particular but the farther the better. His entire focus on escaping the insanity of the party, he did not take notice until after he barged into a bedroom and locked the door that he had just waltzed into a couple in the middle of making love. The loud, lustful moans and gasps of the participants consumed Cael's senses, the sights of the male commanding and plunging into the female nearly sending him into a frenzy. God, this wasn't awkward as hell. They were too engrossed in one another to notice Cael's presence, which he used to his advantage to attempt to sneak out. The handle turned, the door ajar, before Cael heard something that planted him where he stood.
"A-Alice!" screamed the male, throwing his head back in the waves of his release. Alice? Why did that... sound familiar...? Legs leapt from the bed sheets, wrapping tightly around the male's waist, his gasps a sign of the female's increasing pressure until her knees almost met. The male thrust into the woman called Alice and she screamed horribly at the intensity of her release.
"Raige!" the woman moaned after having caught her breath. Suddenly, it all fell into place at the sound of her voice. Realization hit him with a storm of emotions and his heart nearly stopped. The little girl who'd been adopted by the Sinclair family years ago, a cold and soulless maiden whom he hadn't seen since that fateful day of their first meeting... now lay there enacting in passionate sexual intercourse. Cael barely knew her, yet... why did he feel somewhat aghast and protective?
"Alice!" he called out; he immediately regretted the action as the male locked intensely passionate and incredibly pissed off eyes to his. Alice's gaze was drawn to Cael through Raige's and it was as though nothing changed. The absolute resolve in her eyes she'd carried all those years ago was still prominent even now, a complete contradiction to the current situation compared to back then. Nevertheless, it was just as awkward to be under her speculation as it had ever been and Cael was helpless. He leaned against the door, to appear as if catching a crime in action, but the door had been slightly open from before and he lost his balance as it slammed shut from his weight. God fuck, not this. Anything but this.
Alice's eyes never left him as Cael picked himself up from the floor and back to the door, her labored breaths still belying a hint of lust left unfulfilled. Their gazes locked once more, there finally drew a small flicker of familiarity across Alice's eyes. "I know you." It was obvious she wasn't going to recall off the bat, for they had only met once before.
ReplyDelete"We've met before. Only once... My name is Cael." She cocked her head, still befuddled. He cleared his throat nervously. "Sinclair."
A low, menacing growl erupted from the male and Alice visibly shuddered as he withdrew from within her, ready to engage in combat. Cael stepped back as Raige approached as he already knew he'd be no match. He glanced over at Alice between observing any move Raige might make, attempting to plea with her with his gaze. Yet her eyes held no mercy, no familiarity, and jogging her memory in time before Cael was ripped to shreds was very slim. Think, dammit! What would get me out of this shithole... "Shit," Cael breathed, scourging deep within the confines of his mind for an answer as he was finally backed into a wall. And, as though it were an echo, a ripple of the past slowly resurfacing with tranquil realization, it suddenly came to him. "You interrupted my hunt, Alice."
The effect was instantaneous. Alice gasped; Raige glanced back at her in response, and Cael surveyed with great relief as Alice finally and fully recognized him. "Raige, wait," Alice called slowly, her penetrating gaze forcing Cael to look away. "He's of no threat to us. Yes?" It was almost in a tone of challenge, and Cael took the hint with caution. Everyone in the room knew Cael was the only one in eminent danger, even Cael himself conceded to this fact. Raige did not move, his towering form emanating vibes of hostility but nonetheless he stepped away back to Alice. "Leave," Raige demanded and at that he returned his entire focus back to his mate. He buried his face in Alice's neck, her gaze wavering from Cael's as the lust began to grow once more.
"You heard him," Alice sighed, casting Cael a look that matched her earlier tone of challenge. His breath caught, that former feeling of surprise and audacity coursing through him as he watched Raige plunge into Alice once more; this time with more urgency, the both of them glancing at him between thrusts. Cael knew they were directing every move toward him, daring him to take action to stop them. At last, when both had begun their slow climb to the peak, Cael burst back out the door, closing it with a loud thud. He couldn't think straight as foreign emotions took hold; a strange desire to protect Alice coursing through him yet his mercenary nature ordering him to remain calm and detached. Why he had these feelings about the once soulless girl he could not know, but deep down Cael's stomach churned as he heard from within the room screaming and headboards pounding furiously against the wall. Oh, fuck this. Cael burst down the hallway, through the eccentric dancing individuals, and out through the front door, his pace staying at a constant stride as he journeyed back to his residence. He wouldn't succumb useless emotions like his... sister had. He walked, away from Alice, away from the emotions that had begun to surface... Whatever it took to avoid hardship and pain, things he'd had enough with during his lifetime.
“Sasuke!” He thrust mercilessly into her, his strong hands holding her waist tightly against his. They were so engrossed in one another that it was only when Sakura heard a feminine giggle did she become aware of two females standing off to the side.
ReplyDeleteSasuke seemed to have heard it too because he froze, a confused expression adorned his face, one that made Sakura nearly laugh. He hardly ever showed emotion, and now a silent blush crept its way to his cheeks.
“I told you to knock!” Apparently they barged in.
“You didn’t say anything! At least I had the brain to ask that wolf about the party!” They learned about the party from which wolf she wondered.
“Oh, take all the credit you snotty little-“ Ok. . .
“Ladies.” Sakura’s voice ceased the women’s bickering and brought their full attention to her. She now sat on the bed, pulling the covers over her as Sasuke gave a exasperated huff and plopped next to her.
“You’re little boyfriend over there looks disappointed.” She ignored the comment as her eyes were drawn to a tall female with striking blue eyes. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and her very posture demanded all the attention in the room.
Sakura’s gaze was then drawn to the slightly smaller female standing next to her, her eyes bright in curiosity and what seemed like shock, though, Sakura could see the evidence of a slight smirk on her face.
“May I help you, ladies?” Something about them drew her in. A sort of familiarity, as if she had known them all her life began to arise within Sakura.
The smaller female spoke up, “Oh, I. . . We. . . were just wondering. . . well. . .” She seemed completely at a loss for words. A deep forgotten emotion began to arise, but it was not hers, no, this emotion came from the same place that Sakura’s goddess resided in her mind.
She addressed the smaller female, the goddess talking through her, "Chrislte. . . My darling sister." The shocked expressions on their faces, and surely from Sasuke was enough to have Sakura shift uncomfortably under their gazes . . . . I didn't say it, she wanted to say, but then she would have to go through the entire explanation of why that was, and now, did not seem the time for that.
“Well damn, Chrislte, what next? A long lost brother?” But the taller female’s words were lost in the tension of the air as the two goddesses held each other’s gazes. This was going to be one hell of a family reunion.
Oh, geez. The touchy, feely shit was really getting on Phoenix's nerves and she'd be damned if she was pulled in the middle of it. It was one thing to have Christle tailing her everywhere she went like a lost pup, but this was just fucking ridiculous. Sure, it sounded promising to find another goddess and be among brethren. But THIS. This became something different entirely.
ReplyDeletePhoenix clapped a hard hand on Christle's shoulder as she turned out the door. "Well, Merry Christmas, Happy Birthday, hope you enjoy having a life of sisterly love."
A weak hand held Phoenix's in place upon her sister's shoulder. "You're not dodging out of this... The goddess... she's our-"
"YOURS. I have no blood connection to this chick. So I'm out."
"Forgive my sister," Christle said, directing her attention to Sakura and her mate. Her grip tightened on Phoenix and though it would be easy to release herself from her sister's grasp, it was too much trouble and energy was better spent on things more worthy than that. "Phoenix is one to fly off the handle-"
"And Chris is too trusting for a sympathetic pup." Christle's hold squeezed harder. Pissed level is rising.
"You have come a long way," spoke the goddess. Her voice boomed softly with a sweet melodic tone that could easily underly vanity ... depending on the situation. The sympathy and (ugh) compassion resounding in her eyes would've had Phoenix hurling any day, but seeing as how she had to act like a proper goddess (or as much as a demi-god could pose as proper), looking away was her default option. Fuck. I don't need any of this. I swear if this goes on, I'm going to kill someone. Oh ho, and as if privacy couldn't wait to be ignored, the eyes of the goddess rested heavily on Phoenix that she didn't need to look to know. "You hold great ire, Phoenix. What troubles you?" Oh, don't start. Nope. Not happening.
Throwing Christle's hand with her own thereby releasing her grip, Phoenix chanced glancing at the eyes that channeled the goddess and, without regards to respect or any other cryptic bullshit, left as she spat, "Fuck off." She heard Chris call after her in a disapproving tone but hell would have to freeze over for her to return and give a fucking apology. One prying goddess sister was bad enough. Besides, they should've thanked Phoenix for her curtesy. At least it'd be easier for them to get back to screwing like flea bitten rabbits. Leave the touchy, feely shit... under the covers.
The sounds and smells filled his senses before he even entered the castle. His keen hearing picked up on several lustful sounds from couples having sex while the scent pointed to an immense amount of alcohol being consumed by the creatures. Just makes them easier targets, he though, but he was not hear to strike against these people. He had a greater purpose in mind, one that dictated his entire existence and would perhaps , finally free him of his curse. But could he hope for such things? In finding the necklace that held his fate in its cold ruby stones, would it really bring any light, any fortune to his dull and meaningless life?
ReplyDeleteHe pushed these thought to the back of his mind, his entire focus and concentration on the whereabouts of his target. He sat perched on the highest tower of the castle, his crimson eyes locking onto a window where his target should reside. His instincts urging him on, he launched himself into the air and landed swiftly onto the landing just above a windowsill. Without so much as breaking a sweat, he opened the window and entered the castle and entered silently.
He observed his surroundings, noting a large bed, with a grand dresser. It seemed to lack personality so his final conclusion was that he was in one of the guest rooms. Odd. . . he thought, usually his instincts were hardly wrong… why would it have led him here? He moved to the door, opening it just slightly enough to search the halls. Nothing. He stepped out of the room, his movements calculating and controlled.
It wasn’t until the female had slammed right into him that he realized he had somehow missed her. How did he not sense her?
She seemed to notice him though, and as soon as she stepped back her eyes widened in shock. She seemed taken aback by his presence. Her lips moved to make words but her voice seemed to fail her. Her reaction would have amused him long ago, though now it only seemed to hinder his mission. Even with this in mind, he could not help himself to watch her emotions play out.
He took a step forward, she gasped and moved back.
“You smell… Divine.” His voice was a low rumble, it seemed to captivate her and draw her full attention because she nearly yelped when she felt her back against the wall.. his body surrounding her like a cage. He brought his arms up on either side of her, his face never betraying a shred of emotion, yet he could not help himself from toying with her.
“You’re. . .uh. . . You’re Russian.” Her voice was like music to his ears, it drew him in… how strange this woman was, from the blue of her eyes to her lovely shaped body. . . How she awoken something deep within him he was not sure, but she seemed to know.
"Very nice observation ljubóv... "
Her eyes suddenly blazed with outrage and she pushed against him.
“Back off vampire.” She sneered at him. Interesting, this might be fun.
Of all the people to run into, Christle for once wished it had been her sister Phoenix. Not that she was biased against vampires but one was always wise to keep a distance from opposing species. Yet no matter how distasteful she found the Russian's murderous blood-red eyes glow and the lack of imperfections in his face and physique (obvious signs of a true bred killer), there was an air about him that piqued Christle's interest. Though red and bright, deep within the core of his eyes there echoed emptiness; his posture more aggressive and taut, blatantly contradicting with the natural flow and grace of your everyday vampire. Ah, the true bred killer was a trained mercenary. A cocky one at that, as he didn't seem to have any problem caging her in a corner using his massive form with an equally massive smirk upon that god forsaken mug of his. He leaned closer, his gaze observant on the upmost scale of bonafide creepy.
ReplyDelete"Hey, Dimwits, I said back off."
"Feisty, are we?" Slowly, calculating any movements that could be made, he leaned into her neck breathing heavily yet seductively enough to send a small shiver through Christle's body. Sly bastard.
"Oh please, you're hardly irresistible." Uh huh. Tell that to your pouding heart, Chris. A small gust of air escaped the vampire as he snorted; he could sense it, too. Rolling her eyes as she attempted to ignore the slight touch of his lips against her skin, she continued, "I'm not gonna repeat myself. You're pissing me off."
"Then why don't you stop me?" he breathed, an arm moving stiffly from the wall as it planted itself carefully and purposefully on her waist; moving ever so delicately to the hem of her miniskirt, pulling it upwards. Moisture began to soak her underwear and as she realized this, Christle's eyes flickered; a victorious and almost condescending snicker erupted in the vampire's throat at her physical response to him. Did he think she was so easy?
His lips brushed against her's and instantaneously she clasped his face at the chin in one hand. He remained still, the wheels turning violently behind his empty yet challenging eyes. A mischievous smile lined her mouth as her eyes commanded his attention. "Sorry, malenʹkiĭ ubiĭtsa... But leeches aren't on my menu." He blinked and the rest went by in a flurry of colors and movements that whispered swiftly though the air. "Besides." Christle's hand rested at his neck, poised to strike at the slightest twitch. Having evaded his lunge to dominate her and enclose her in his grasp, she stood an arm's length away as her senses surveyed him carefully. The cold of his eyes rested forcefully on her's, a reflection of the true nature of the mercenary that dwelled within him. "... Something tells me you didn't come here to seduce me-" His eyes flashed, for a moment, as if in realization. Typical men, always getting distracted "-And even if you did... You'd have a better chance at winning the lottery than getting lucky with me."
Maybe she expected a struggle, a fight for dominance, anything, but apparently there was more to understand about the accursed vampire than she gave credit for. Going against all of his proud vampiric instincts, the empty chasms of his eyes turned away from her's as he set off on his mission. She watched, confused, as he didn't even glance back to coyly charm her. She was but a mere distraction to his otherwise predetermined path. It wasn't unlike a vampire to toy with prey, but to release it from its grasp was something almost unheard of. Truly, the mercenary bred to kill was as she had described. Empty. But if that were so, where might he be heading with such conviction?
Dammit, Christle, he's a vampire. You'll never be able to understand them. Excuse or not, it was enough. She set her course back down the hall as she enacted her own mission to find her sister, Phoenix, dreading all the while that she had gone wet for a leech.
Demetri shifted his weight, swirling the ice in his empty glass. His eyes tracing the ice mindlessly, it was only when he felt the soft touch of Leoun’s hand on his shoulder that he jolted back to reality.
ReplyDelete“Are you alright?” She smiled, tenderly up at him. It was all he could do to smile back, his hand reaching up to caress her face. A nod was all he could muster though. In truth, he was tense. His entire body ready for an attack, ready for even the slightest sign of danger. He knew that he was not welcome. His people viewed him as that dark, malevolent prince whom tried to end the life of their beloved princess. His thoughts then turned to his sister. . . she didn’t deserve this .She deserved a happy life, one where she didn’t have a brother like him.
“Demetri?”
His eyes met his precious Leoun’s once more. God, how he loved her. His wolf responded so strongly to her, even her very scent sent him into a mindless craze! How could such a female do that? And above all, a vampire! The very creature that wolves seem to have a hatred for. . . but she was so much more than just another vampire. She was the absolute sexiest, most erotic creature. . . and the way she would take him would make any man-
“Demetri?” Her voice seemed more playful now, and the smirk on her face caused him to realize he had moved closer to her. His hand resting on her hip while the other brought her body closer to his own.
With a wicked grin he pressed a kiss to her luscious lips. “Sorry, I can’t help myself , cara mia.” And how could he? He would do anything for her. . . and of course, this very thought brought him to the memory of her proposal. She deserved a proper one, one where he had her fathers consent. As royals, this was their custom and he wanted to do good by her parents. Conisdering her mother was the ruthless vampire Queen, Dusk . . . yea, he wanted to make peace with her family. It was also the least he could do for Leoun. She had given up so much for his sake, and all he had done was take her at the earliest opportunity. Ruthlessly and violently. She was a virgin when she came to him, she had deserved to have been taken lovingly and in a calm enviorment.
“I have some business to attend to, love, I shall return shortly.” He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek before departing from her side. He was determined to ask her father’s permission for her hand in marriage. I will finally do right by you Leoun. . . .He fingered the ring that sat heavily in his pocket. He had made it shortly after Leoun had given him his. The band itself was not of gold, but of pure diamond. Encrusting the band, were small rubies and two sapphire stones, each representing their sons, Ryder and Zephyr. In the middle was a precious stone. It took him some time to find it, it was one of the rarest and most prized stone known to the wolves.
It was gold in color, a light gold though, one that seemed quite close to champagne. It sparkled brightly on the diamond band and seemed perfect amongst the other stones. Its name, was the aurea Luna. It was said that the goddess herself created the stone by taking the light of the moon and the sun. . . though it was just a story, it was still very much valued.
ReplyDeleteAll right Demetri, it’s time to prove yourself. With a goal in mind he set forth to locate her father. Little to his amassment, he found him standing next to his wife. Skilar seemed tense, almost a little jumpy as Demetri approached him but he paid no mind to it.
With all the confidence he possessed, Demetri presented himself to the couple formally, knowing all too well what introductions meant to royals.
“Good evening, your highness,” he gave a short bow before straightening once more. Dusk inclined her head with acknowledgement, while Ski gave a curt nod in his direction.
His eyes fixating on Ski’s, Demetri took a deep breath; Come now Demetri, enough foolishness, ask.
“I come to you with a single purpose . . . and that is to formally ask your daughter’s hand in marriage.” The look that over came the young king’s face nearly caused Demetri to laugh, it was of shear horror and shock. His gaze flickered from Demetri to his mate’s and back again. He seemed at a complete loss of words. Visible beads of sweat lined his forehead and Demetri had to wonder why his reaction was as such. It did not take long to find out though. Dusk’s eyes flared with anger and her hand shot up to Demetri’s throat, but he was so wound up and tense from the party, that Demetri found his hand deflecting her attack. A violent snarl erupting from his throat and he had to catch himself from crouching low to the ground, poising for a strike.
“You DARE ask for my daughter’s hand in marriage. . . after you take her without our consent?! And above all. . . knocking her up and just leaving her sick and near death! I should skin you alive you filthy mutt!” She struck fast, but Demetri evaded her attacks. His training was beginning to kick in, though he thwarted his wolf’s attempts to emerge. No, this was not the time to fight. He wanted to do this right and he would be damned before he would let Dusk ruin it.
This wasn't the first time he'd seen Dusk go completely ballistic but perhaps, now in his new vampiric state, it became a whole different experience. The dormant heart almost burned with pride to see his mate and her dominant aura. It had never truly called to him so strongly before; his strength was spent attempting to reel the wild vampire in and regain what sanity he had left. He couldn't ignore the situation. Everything was as Dusk had said about the wolf with whom she was combating with. He had taken their daughter's virginity (strange how his eye twitched), knocked her up (a low, manacing purr rumbled in his chest), and left her to die. God, he couldn't bare to think he was bailing out a mutt... but he respected his daughter's wishes, and she loved him. 'Course, that's what he was telling himself... but more than anything he had this strong, blood bumping desire to claim his mate.
ReplyDeleteThe grace of the true vampire queen emanated from her in luscious waves with every strike Dusk aimed at the wolf prince. His mind racing, calculating the flow of her movements, Skilar's eyes darted furiously to the pinpoint opportunities to desist her violent rampage. He had to hand it to her, she left small holes in her defense... but holes nonetheless. Her hand pulled back once more to thrust at the wolf and within seconds, almost instantaneous with the thought that ordered him forward at the sign of her first fault, he was at her side as his hand locked around her wrist. Dusk snapped her head towards him, surprised and quite annoyed, tugging uselessly against his iron clad grip. He saw in his peripherals the wolf also stare almost dumbstruck at him, but Skilar's full and utter attention was focused on Dusk.
"Young prince," Skilar called, his gaze never severing from his mate's. "I hereby bestow upon you my blessing... to take my daughter's hand in marriage."
Dusk's eyes flashed in anger and surprise. "Excuse-!"
"Do forgive my wife. Rest assured she approves of this union as well... though reluctantly." Shifting his sights upon the wolf, Skilar smiled. The wolf prince nodded and bowed with a "thank you" before he departed. All the while, the fire of Dusk's gaze singed his skin, her attempts to free herself from his grasp more violent.
"Let me go, damn you!" And he snapped. Without a moment's notice, he slammed Dusk into a nearby wall as his mouth claimed hers, her other hand locked underneath his own leaving her helpless. At first, she was indignant, struggling against the manacles of his hands and moving her head from side to side to avoid his lips. He pressed his body tightly into hers, slowly rocking his hips against hers. Though she frantically tried escaping his grasp, she could not deny how her body responded to him as she trembled beneath him.
Breaking away from her lips to breath, he leaned into her ear as he whispered, "I haven't been inside you since I've changed. I wonder... how different it would be." She took a deep breath, her breasts swelling against his chest, and instantly he was hard. She let out a shaky breath at the feel of his erection and he could see within her eyes a desperate longing that she was hiding underneath.
ReplyDeleteHe let cross a wicked smile as he observed her. "Say it." She remained silent, casting him a devilish look of warning and challenge. Alright, then. Swaying his hips lazily to the beat of the music, he slowly bent at the knees, feasting upon her body the way down. He met the valley of her breasts exposed by the cut of neckline of her dress and he licked her skin along the neckline. He nibbled upon her with his fangs, hearing the lush sound of her blood pumping furiously beneath his lips. And there, as he near broke her skin to get a taste, he successfully managed to elicit a small moan from Dusk. He froze in excitement, carefully releasing her hands and his traveled across hers, caressing her.
"Say it," he repeated. Feeling her fingers tangle and stroking his hair, Skilar sensed through his keen vampiric nose as she released arousal from her core. Just say it. Come on... You know you want to.
And finally, as if her life depended on it, she breathed through a strangled gasp, "Take me."
And it was done.
If Ramir could feel anger, he supposed he would be feeling it now. It was frustrating enough to wander around aimlessly in the castle, but, of course, Ramir felt neither of those things. It is not to be confused with great patience though, no. This curse would not allow him to feel emotions of any kind. Really, he could not even say that it was a lonely existence, because then he would have to be able to feel isolation and hopelessness.
ReplyDeleteHe knew he would find the necklace, it was only a matter of time. It called out like a beacon, a bright light shining with the hope that if he found it, he would be able to break the curse. And as if in answer he picked up her scent. The female who was now in possession of the object, key to the release of his emotions. He picked up his speed, running past countless doors until they merely became a blur in his peripheral vision. His crimson eyes locked on his target, his speed picked up, he was sure if his heart beat it would be racing with anticipation by now. His focus was so entirely concentrated on this door that when the creature attacked he was damn nearly hit.
It seemed to happen in such slow motion, the ugly head of the creature ,almost serpent like. whipped through the walls. Glass shattered like crystal rain around him. It glittered marvelously around a female, hair shining in the moonlight as she landed gracefully on her feet. She did not so much as spare him a glance as she jumped onto the creature's furry back. It was truly monstrous in size, easily big enough to crash through the castle like a wrecking ball.
It's cry was like a screeching cat as it crashed through the floor to the landing below. Ramir peered through the newly made hole seeing all the party guests scrambling to remove themselves from harms way. His eyes zeroed in on three children huddled together, clearly in the monster's path. WIthout a second thought, Ramir jumped down into the fray, dodging the monsters massive tail. All focused, he took the frightened children in his arms just in time to leap back from the creatures clawed hand.
"Fucker." He bared his fangs at it before flashing away to a servant. Clearly, the sight of him scared her near to death because her eyes went as wide as an owls and her face paled.
"Take the children to a safe place." It was all he said as he placed them at her feet before leaving the scene. Honestly, with help these days, one might as well do things themselves. . .
When he reappeared everyone was gone, the home was in ruin, and the female who had appeared to be hunting the creature stood beside its lifeless body. Its head clearly severed. He blinked at the picture before him. That was one strong female, he had to wonder what species she was, but frankly, he didn't care. The creature was dead, the inhabitants of the party clearly fled. . . taking his necklace with them.
Damn it. It would never end, would it?