[Serena] -X-Shouts in the Night

[Serena De Lorme]

She couldn't help but laugh with him at the thought of her father. He was such an evil man, too engrossed in the belief that her family had been betrayed in the Old Times. It had seemed far-fetched to her as a child and it still didn't make any sense to her now, considering they were still well off and no where near as high up as they should be. Was it all just a fabricated lie passed down through her family? Something she'd never know.

There were times when she was younger, when she thought about what it would be like to a lady in the queen's court and spend the days walking around the palace like a princess. Okay, so being a sappy child didn't really help things and it was quickly snapped out of her. But walking into the courtyard right then, it was as if that time in her life came rushing back. It was slightly disturbing, and she quickly put it from her mind, but her slight excitement was still apparent as she walked closer to Brone, her eyes wandering around.

[Brone Van Estra]

Brone smiled as the large palace door opened for them, Brone nodded to the night guard, who seemed to smirk with a knowing smile. This was not too common for Brone, but he often had lady guests, in his position there was not much to be done about it. Sometimes not even for sex, but he let the guards think whatever they wanted to. He led Serena down the dimly lit halls, twisting and turning until he came to his room. He pushed the door open easily and led her into the room. The furniture was all carved out of a deep colored wood, his sheets were red, as well as the chair was covered with a red fabric at his desk. the room was neat. papers covered with scrawling letters stacked in piles. A bookcase that reached the ceiling and about and arm-span wide. the bed was big, but that was to be expected.

[Serena De Lorme]

All Serena did was give a lidded glance towards the night guard before walking in with Brone. It was just something she did at times, send a passing flirt towards a male when she was with another, as if saying 'you're missing out big time'. It was a slightly conceited thing her mother taught her, to keep the men wanting more. It was also supposed to get her a mate before now, but that was besides the point. She was in a place her family had only dreamed of for centuries. And, even better, she just gained access to Brone's personal chambers. Any other vampiress would be thinking about how to gloat to their friends afterwards. But the only thing Serena had on her mind was thanks.

As soon as the door was closed behind them, Serena slipped in front of him and slipped her arms around his neck, moving up to kiss him softly. "Thank you..." she whispered against his lips afterwards, still on a lust high from all the excitement, "...for everything... I just hope I can help you as much as you've helped me..."

[Brone Van Estra]

"You're welcome," Brone breathed against her lips. "I'm sure you can, just even being here, letting me talk to you unconditionally is enough." For a moment he worried--was she supposed to be a spy? was all of this a set up of some kind, to learn and exploit his feelings for the wicth princess. He pushed the thought from his mind. If it was a trap, he would enjoy it while it lasted. Brone believed in Serena.

He felt her lust and felt it begin to influence his own. The display of power and made his body rage and this was a way they all knew how to let go. Brone kissed her back, tenderly though, trying not to loose himself if she did not wish it, if she did however, there would be no holding back.

[Serena De Lorme]

Without missing a beat, Serena continued their kiss, running her hands down his arms and up his back. Holding back was far from her mind, pressing their bodies together as her lust skyrocketed. If this man could stand up to her father and trick the bastard into letting her go like that, then she would give him her undying loyalty. The very least she could do was keep his secret, help him to either deal with it or hide it from prying eyes. Even if he had to eventually reveal to anyone what she had done it didn't matter to her. She knew she was wrong and she would take her punishment.

But right then, as she deepened their kiss, moaning softly, all she truly had on her mind was to have him as much as possible that night.

[Brone Van Estra]

Brone couldn't hold back. This was not going to be like that night on the lake, it was going to be deeper, rougher, more intense, they were not lonely strangers anymore. Wether they were lovers, or friends with benefits---he did not care, nor did he think there was a good word to describe their relationship. but Brone did not care much for words just then. His hands ran over her back, over her curves as he kissed her, and in one motion, she was in his arms.

He carried her, kissing her to the bed, dropping her onto the sheets softly. He kept his lips away, looking down into her eyes, laying beside her, his hands running slowly along her sides, as if to tease her a bit, as if to say, 'come and get me'.

[Serena De Lorme]

Serena could never resist a tease. It wasn't very often she was given the chance, to experience things without...an urgency. Not that there wasn't an urgency in their movements, especially when she couldn't take his teasing anymore and moved over him, pinning his hands playfully as she unbuttoned his shirt. There was a need behind their lust, on a level more than likely neither of them could name. She sure knew she didn't, and it made the adventure to the answer all that much exciting.

She kissed down his throat, having been denied his lips before, brushing her fangs against his skin. Oh yes, this was definitely going to be different from the night at the lake. And she was going to enjoy ever...last...minute.

[Brone Van Estra]

Brone let out a throaty laugh as she pinned his hands-- he let her, because he could have broken her grasp, and he was sure to any moment. He relished in the movement of her lips and teeth along his skin. This lust was deeper, more needy, as if each of them had to make up for their lost loves, as if they needed to convince themselves that this was real. Brone knew that this was not a mistake.

Brone though, had to move. He broke from her grip and kissed her mouth feverishly, ripping the front of dress without hesitation. He could get her a new one, and he was too lost in the animalistic lust that was gripping him to hold back. He slid his lips down her neck, grazing her skin with his teeth as she had done. Brone removed her bra hurridly, moving his hands over her skin, as if his life depended on it.

[Serena De Lorme]

A gasp of need and surprise escaped her lips when he ripped open her dress, quickly ridding her torso of the fabric as well as her bra. Her eyes flashed gold as she tore away his shirt, the urge to feel his skin against her own stronger than before. She shuddered in desire as he mocked her own movements driving her insane. As if being with him didn't already make her that way.

Their kisses were in a heated frenzy, her hands working quickly to get as much cloth off of him as possible, not caring of the consequences. She needed to feel wanted again, desired, the vampiress that she once was and could be again. As she ripped away any remained of her dress, she pulled him over her once more, arching her body against his. And not once did her lips leave his.

[Brone Van Estra]

Brone kissed her fiercely, feeling her body steadily wearing less clothing, his own as well. By now he could tell merely underwear kept them apart. As she arched her back Brone led his lips down, from her lips, along her neck and collar bone, circling over her chest, nipping and licking where he assumed she would find pleasure, down to her belly button, his fingers hooking under the elastic of her panties. And then he pulled, gliding them of her legs, his lips on her mouth again, his hands all over her body. Brone had no idea how could need her touch so much, he need to feel her move with him, needed to be inside her. But then Brone lifted his lips from hers and his eyes flew open, rolling himself on top of her, meeting her eyes. There was intensity on that silence, waiting to see if he could hold out the longest.

[Serena De Lorme]

This was pure, sweet torture. Serena wanted him so badly, she couldn't breathe, needed to have him inside of her, rocking their way to ecstacy. But he was a playing a game she knew all too well. It was a battle of will as she began to trace designs along his back, caressing each muscle that pulled taunt beneath his skin. She rose her hips up to grind against his, teasing him, drawing out his lust that fueled her own. This type of urgency was new to her, feeling as if she would almost die again if she couldn't have him. The longer he took however, the more her resolve was going to wear down until she whimpered for him to enter her. But it wasn't there just yet. But she did moan in his ear, nibbling on the lobe to taunt him. He wanted to play, so would she.

[Brone Van Estra]

Brone breathed heavily as she moaned into his ear, her fingers drawing on his back, her fingernails sparking all over his skin, he let out a low moan, his muscles tense, waiting, waiting. he knew he could not hold out forever--he needed her more than he had ever needed anyone. Brone was not sure why, and no doubt he would think about it later. But for now, time had stopped and it was just them. His fingers crept down her body, he wiggled his fingers along the inside of her thigh, but he felt his body almost shake with want. But he had to be dominant, she had to break first. Brone was not sure why that seemed so important. But it was.

[Serena De Lorme]

It was killing her holding back. She was so used to getting the men who were too lusting after sex to hold out. And now she had one that actually proved a challenge. She was doing fine until he touched along her inner thigh, then she shuddered. And it wasn't one of those "oh god get it over with" ones either. For some reason, she desired him with every fiber of her being...and she couldn't hold out anymore. She had never been broken before. Not like that... "Brone please...take me..." she moaned, arching against him once more. Her nails grasped as his shoulder, her lips quivering with a longer, silent plea. Serena needed him, and badly.

[Brone Van Estra]

Brone didn't need to hear anything else, he kicked his boxers off so fast that hardly a space of a heartbeat would fit into it. Then his lips were on her, his fingers wound into her hair and he was inside her. He had never felt the same thrill. Brone's body shook with need and lust. He felt every movement of his muscles, of her muscles. He had never been so aware of every inch of skin. Each time his brushed hers he was on fire, their skin no longer cold, but hot with lust. Brone's tongue probed her mouth desperately, his hands moving over her skin as they fell into a fast paced rhythm. It no longer felt like him and Serena, it was just them. The curves of her body seemed to fit perfectly with his. Brone felt unreal, stronger than he ever could be, something in him had snapped. he would wait until morning to find out what it was.

[Serena De Lorme]

It was almost scary how things had changed in an instant. Everything tht Brone felt was reciprocated in Serena in every excruciating detail. As her hands slipped into his hair, her fingers tangling themselves in his dark tresses, their tongues locked in their own embrace, Serena found herself with a feeling of completeness. They had beocme one, even the slightest twitch he made, she was blatently aware of. There was no thrill like this, the pleasure enough to bring tears to her eyes. She felt...alive after years of feeling dead inside. It excited her, something she would wonder about long after they had finished. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pushing him deeper, urging him on.