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Post by Brone Van Estra on Nov 30, 2008 21:16:47 GMT -5
Her hands were like fire. Brone was still beneath them, but it took most of his power. He was a prince, and surely she was common, by how she had addressed him but... Well, he was a prince and he was always told he could have whoever he wanted. Lust did not mean a relationship, but....Vampire lust was a strong thing, whether for blood or for sex or in anger. And it was hitting him square in the chest. He was resisting. He always did. He could feel water seeping through his shirt as she rubbed his shoulders. Maybe she was right. Maybe he needed a swim. And maybe that would bring something else. Brone took a deep breath, realizing he must have been holding it. "Perhaps...." He said before standing up slowly, looking over his shoulder at her. Brone bowed his head lightly to her, and to answer her earlier request he said, "It would be my pleasure to join you." He said.
It felt strange, undressing in the moonlight before the eyes of a strange woman, without knowing what was coming. But he lifted his shirt over his head, the moonlight shining on his muscles. Next his pants, leaving him in a pair of black boxers. The air swirled around him, but he barely felt the chill. He waited a moment on the shore, Serena still behind him, but he was barely thinking of her as he ran with the smooth movement of an animal and dove into the glassy surface of the water.
Ice prickled his skin, but it was welcome to him, numbing. It was hard to think the silence was so loud and he broke his head through the surface again, eyes finding the moon, almost unnerved to look at the shore.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Dec 1, 2008 3:09:13 GMT -5
As he rose to his feet, Serena slowly let her hands brush down his back before letting them rest in the grass. Her lips curled into a grateful smile when he finally accepted her invitation to a swim and she was given a show. It was definitely obvious why so many women dreamed of being the one to warm his bed: he was a fine specimen of royalty. Serena found herself wishing for a heartbeat just so it could stop. However, he had competition in her mind, compared to her last love, but for this particular moment, he was starting to win....
As he vaulted towards the waters, she slowly rose back to her feet in one fluid motion. If there was an animal that she could turn into, it would be a black panther. Her movements were so feline, it only enhanced her natural sensuality. By the time the prince broke the surface of the water, Serena was making her own dive back into the frigid waters. Her eyes were locked on a target as she closed the distance between them.
Dipping beneath the surface, she used her speed to move behind the prince and run her hands once more across his shoulders and down his back, tracing the taunt muscles beneath. "Forgive my rudeness... My name is Serena, sire..." she murmured into his ear as she moved closer to him.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 1, 2008 15:40:42 GMT -5
Brone could feel her body come in contact with his, her curves outlined along his back. His breath was shorter than it had when he had begun the midnight swim. "If I said you were tempting me Serena, it would be an understatement." Brone said his voice even and quiet, but it sounded loud in the silence. She wouldn't be any different than the others, vampire women did not need a relationship to have sex. It wasn't their way, and he knew, she probably could not refuse him if he asked. She was certainly beautiful, and moved easily. Brone felt lust inside him--it had probably been there a much longer than he thought-- and wondered if he could shut it away again, or if he even should. It would be a welcome release of energy.
The water swirled around him and he felt her legs moving through the water to keep her afloat. Brone turned slightly to face her in the moonlit water, he wondered what she was thinking. Was this all that was to happen, or was this foreplay? Brone met her eyes with his own dark ones. His body tingled but whether with cold, attraction or lust he was not sure.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Dec 1, 2008 16:29:36 GMT -5
Her laughter was soft, soothing in the silence. She could almost feel the lust building inside of him, snagging onto her own and lifting it up until they were both slightly breathless. " I'm just taking advantage of this unique circumstance, sire... In case we don't get the chance to each other again..." There was that chance, that after that night, no matter what happened between them, they may never get this opportunity again. She had learned to live in the moment, take what she could where it lay. For tomorrow was no longer guaranteed in their world.
As he turned to face her, their eyes locked on each other, she felt an actual chill run down her back. From what it was exactly, she was still trying to figure that out, but she knew part of it was from lust, there was no denying it. In reality, Serena was more of a tease when it came to men, and it proved she prefered a relationship, especially if it was taboo. But if she was asked, it was doubtful she would refuse, such was her nature. It was only her father's strict rules that she grew up with that gave her any source of self control.
But that was neither here nor there. Her mind was actually focused on this possible conquest, one she may find herself addicted to if she wasn't careful. Taking her time, she moved so that she was completely in front of the prince, slipping her arms around his neck. If the blood didn't run cold within their veins, the heat between them would be almost unbearable. Just how she liked it. "We have the night to ourselves, sire... What happens can stay between us, if you like." While she spoke, she moved closer, stopping so that her lips were just breaths away from his. She didn't want to seem particularly too forward, this was his decision to make. But she wanted to make it clear, she was game for whatever he had in mind.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 1, 2008 17:18:24 GMT -5
Brone couldn't resist her. That much was suddenly certain. He had so much pressure on his mind. What to do when he became king, the fact that he would kill his father to assume the throne, his endless lessons, the little witch princess that was turning up everywhere. The war itself. And he knew no better outlet than what she seemed to be suggesting.
What would sleeping with her hurt? It could only do their bodies good. He could touch the bottom on the lake here, barely, so this was not a particularly good spot but... Brone reached out a hand and stroked her cheek. Her skin was as smooth as it looked, and a million times as soft. Lust was eating his body and he knew he could not shut it up-- maybe he needed to let the feeling take him over.
Brone closed the gap between them and his lips met hers. Both cold. No surprise though, vampires were often cold. But the lust had made heat hang in the air that had been between them. Her body was so smooth, and now pressed against him, he could feel every curve, but mutely, blurred by the numbness of the water and the clothes that they still wore. Brone only hoped he had read her correctly. She almost seemed to be egging him on, and his body couldn't say no.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Dec 1, 2008 23:32:30 GMT -5
Serena watched him closely, trying to register his reaction to her advances. She knew he wanted her, it was evident in his eyes and the way he moved. It was even apparent in his touch, drawing out the softest purr from her lips as his fingers stroked her cheek. It had been far too long since she truly allowed herself to be with another man. Now was the time to end that streak.
Once his lips touched hers it was a done deal. Her arms wrapped a little tighter around his neck as they shared their lust-filled kiss. Slowly, her legs rose up to wrap around his waist, holding him close, but giving him the chance to push her away, should he change his mind. But she didn't want that to happen. She only hoped that he wanted this as much as she did, as much as their bodies did. The release would be healing to them, and give them the relaxation they both so desperately needed.
Pulling away with a soft gasp, Serena moved one arm to reach behind her and unclasp her bra, slipping it off her body and letting it float back to shore. "Let me share true passion with you, sire," she murmured with a husky voice. Then she pulled him beneath the surface, capturing his lips once more.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 1, 2008 23:47:26 GMT -5
Brone had no reason to deny her, nor to turn her down. He wanted her body. He needed to feel heat in his body that was almost always cold. Brone needed life when he felt so trapped in his name and position as high prince. He barely had a moment to register that her bra was off before she dragged him underwater. The kiss was wet but hard to continue--he needed to breathe. His hands found her chest lightly as they came back toward the sky and he took in a deep breath. "Do me a favor," he said mumbling into her neck, kissing it softly, "Don't call me sire." He just wanted to be a man now, Brone even. But not sire.
Brone kissed her again, shuffling his feet toward the shore. He did not want to make love to her in the water. As interesting as that might be. He did not want to feel the numbing coldness of the water, but the heat of lust. He easily lifted her into his arms and met her eyes once before striding into the night that felt warmer after the cold lake. Brone set Serena on his cloak that still lay in the grass. Lust was eating at him and he lowered his head to find her mouth with his own.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Dec 2, 2008 0:11:22 GMT -5
Serena could have said this was a dream. Only minutes ago she was alone, thinking of the one she had lost. The last thing she expected to happen was for her to gain the attention, and the desire of the prince himself. Then there was the lingering thought in the very far reaches of her mind that couldn't help to pierce through her consciousness. He won't remember you come morning... Not necessarily a mood killer, more of a edging, to give her the incentive to make a lasting impression in his mind.
Her chance came when he asked her not to call him sire. Her very eyes lit up at the opportunity and she couldn't help but feed into his need to no longer be caught by duty or rank. "Anything you want, Brone..." she whispered into his ear on the edge of a moan, closing her eyes at the feeling of his lips against her neck. Perhaps because it was the usual place for a mate to mark his territory, but Serena's throat had always been her spot. It empowered her lust, returning his kisses with a heated passion.
She almost didn't notice when they left the water, held up by his strong hands. But the warmth encircled them almost immediately afterwards, and her eyes opened towards the heavens. His movements were gentle, precise, almost as if he was holding back, making it last longer. But there were different ways of accomplishing such a task. After he laid her down and moved over her, kissing her once again, her fingers went to work, tracing their way down his back, stroking each vertebra in his spine. It was once she reached his boxers that she worked on pushing them down, needing to become one with him as much as she needed blood. The wait itself was almost unbearable.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 2, 2008 15:49:19 GMT -5
Serena's words lingered in his brain. Brone. Simply Brone. Not even Aarya would call him that. She called him bloodsucker, as if his habits were a joke. But this was no time, the princess would not intrude on his life anymore. He felt her hands move and the cold air as he realized he was perfectly naked above her. Brone nibbled his way softly away from her lips and to her collar bone--not hard enough to draw any blood-- as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties, drawing them swiftly down her legs.
There was no reason to tease her. Teasing was for those with whom you needed to create lust, or those whom you actually favored, one's you loved. But her... Brone didn't really know her, and all his body needed was to be a part of her, under the stars. But something held him back for a moment, meeting her eyes in the darkness, letting his eyes trace her body in the moonlight.
And then he found her lips with his, her body with his hands and he became aware of his skin and lost track of where he started and she began.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Dec 2, 2008 16:15:22 GMT -5
A Few Hours Later
Serena opened her eyes slowly, as if waking from a dream. The moonlight reflected in her eyes as she looked around from where she was. It took a moment for her to realize that the form beneath her was breathing, and it was still gloriously naked. She had actually done what she knew many dreamed of, but she didn't think of it as a conquest, merely an opportunity she won't soon forget. Though, just for her own personal delight, it would have been a damn good conquest too.
Slowly, she sat up and moved away from him, her mind and body clear and relaxed, but her soul slightly distraught. It was one of those nagging feelings that plagued your mind until you couldn't take it anymore, but it was just starting its decent. Glancing around, she found her clothes and started slipping each piece on, taking time to lace up her boots before reaching for her dress. It wasn't that she's ashamed. Please, she's done much worse that had gotten her father upset before. There was just a tiny part of her that she knew would get attached if she stayed any longer. Whether he would want her again or not remained to be seen, but so far, she was just a passing fancy.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 2, 2008 16:25:27 GMT -5
Brone felt colder than he had been and he woke quickly. Serena was off gathering her clothes. He turned from her and began to do the same. It was a miracle that his boxers had dried from the swim. Once he was clad in black again he coughed quietly to get her attention. he was not sure why, he could tell she planned to leave. He had chaos in his mind again, but at least there was a rhythm to it. She had satisfied her lust, there had been some connection, but his head and heart knew that maybe if it had been a few weeks before, he'd ever let her just walk away but now, something was stirring in him. "Thank you." Brone said quietly meeting her eyes. "I... it would be a pleasure to see you again. But I do not think my heart can belong to you, through no fault of yours, my mind is too clouded by other things to even listen to my heart." His words were soft and almost sorry. Brone bowed his head to her. She would be his equal in his mind. Brone was not even sure why he had said anything at all, but he elt like they needed to be said.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Dec 2, 2008 16:50:56 GMT -5
Serena turned slowly around at the sound of the cough, somewhat dreading what he may say. Exactly what she expected, she didn't know, though his words seemed to cut through her like a knife. She was there too long, she had gotten attached. And she mentally shook herself for it. "No need to thank me, Brone. I should be thanking you for the chance. At least we both got something we wanted for a time." She finished buttoning the back of her dress and smoothed the dark lace, trying to keep her hands occupied and her mind busy. But it was not listening to her for once, reminding her of her first mistake, the second being getting attached to a prince. It was almost a relief when she felt the nagging pains of the thirst and she welcomed it to her. It was what she got for loving someone once. Always set you up for disappointment along the way. "Perhaps one day our paths may cross again. Though the circumstances may change and you will once again be the prince, and I will just be the daughter of a baron." Turning back to face him, she gave him a small curtsy and turned to walk away. "Farewell, Brone. Hope you find what you're looking for."
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 2, 2008 16:57:37 GMT -5
She looked sad to him, well he thought maybe she did. Emotions were just out of his reach of understanding. They hardly made sense to him. Women were better at that. Witches were better at that. He however was both vampire and male and could not seem to read her face. he almost felt like he should be sorry. That was the second time in so short a span of days. he felt sorry that Aarya had to see his race at its normal activities. "Prince is only a name." He said with another bow of his head to her. He wondered though if he should ignore the screaming in his brain and just stay with her. A baron's daughter was not a bad choice in the grand scheme of things, but he did not know her--not yet. Words failed him.
"I'm sorry," He said, still feeling like he should, still feeling sorry, but he was not sure why. But he couldn't be sure that Serena had even heard him. Brone then sighed and picked up his cloak from the ground, turning his face from hers.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Dec 2, 2008 17:12:43 GMT -5
"Don't be," she called over her shoulder, before heading back into the forest. She hated herself. Why couldn't she be like other vampiresses? Why couldn't she just have fun when she wanted and not be hoping for a mate at all? Why did she have to fall for a witch... Shaking her head, she broke into a run, looking for something, anything to feed on, just for the moment of concentration. But even as she came upon a dear, distracted by grazing, she found herself remembering how Brone felt above her, the way his hands caressed her skin...
She sighed, and that alerted the deer, so she got to distract herself for the short time it took to teleport in front of it and sink her fangs into its flesh. It was a welcome task, one that gave her a slight prospective. He was right, Prince was just a name. And she would see him again. Perhaps under another star-filled sky, or among their people, she would see him again, and he would get to know this De Lorme. One could always use a friend, right?
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