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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 8, 2008 17:11:23 GMT -5
Brone felt her move beneath him, her legs moving around him. He pushed harder. For a moment if he wondered if perhaps the spirits, the fates, were trying to tell him Serena was the answer. Telling him that the little witch would never make him feel as whole, would never be able to give him what he wanted. Brone half believed. But he had lost his body to hers, moving uickly in and out, harder and faster each time as if it was never enough. A feeling of restless wanting and utter completeness warred inside him, both equally true. He had everything and he wanted more. His lips left her mouth, grazing his teeth on her neck, using his hands to press her body into his with more force, he wanted to feel every curve of her skin. "Serena." he murmured softly into her skin. He couldn't breathe, if he had had a heartbeat it would have been racing. Brone felt as if he could never get tired, even though he knew it couldn't last forever.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Dec 8, 2008 20:12:09 GMT -5
There was a part of her wishing with all is might that this was a sign. That perhaps his bliss he was making her feel, all of this was for sure that he was meant for her. For once Tobias was far from her mind, giving her the chance to focus solely on Brone. Perhaps, as her love for her witch finally began to die and let go, love for her prince was coming alive and taking hold with each stroke. Hearing her name like that drew a forceful shudder from her body, her hands clutching at him, nails digging into flesh. She was panting for air, desperately needing to fill lungs that refused to expand. Serena felt herself beginning to melt, needing to become one with him in all senses of the words. "Brone!" His name tore from her lips in an airless gasp. She was his now. Even if it turned out, he would never be fully hers.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 8, 2008 20:29:14 GMT -5
Brone's breath refused to be caught, he panted loudly as he pushed harder and faster into her, their hips colliding in rapid succession. He was driven on my some animalistic force, this felt so detached from begin human to him--he liked it. And hearing his name only made him go faster, but he could feel this feeling in the pit of his stomach, he could not keep this up forever. His muscles ached from the motion, but his body would not stop. It would not be over until he had tired himself out. Brone kissed her lips feverishly again,as he felt the pressure mounting, but he was holding off the end as long as he could, this was like a dream. A dream much preferable to his real life, and he desperately wanted to stay a part of this. He did not want to be there, lying next to her naked body and be thinking of anyone else, but he could not convince his mind that he was cured of his unspoken love for the witch.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Dec 8, 2008 20:49:04 GMT -5
The struggle that Brone was going through was not unlike what Serena was going through, but it was the reverse. While he was holding back to keep the dream alive, she was letting go to make the dream a reality. Letting go of her past, her troubles with her father, her dying yet lingering love of another, the thought of a future filled with pain and despair. She was letting it go to fill her mind with the burning, passionate desire that flowed through her. She wouldn't be able to hold on much longer, even she could feel that mounting pressure that could explode at any moment. Her pants became shorter and softer, her ability to even go through the motion slipping away. Her mind stopped working then, too overcome with a pleasure most profound. She buried her face in his neck, sucking on his succulent skin to keep from screaming and losing what air she had left. Sweat was actually forming a thin sheen on her skin, the heat they were creating almost unbearable.
But there was one thought that was trying to break through her barriers: if it was that wonderful, would he still think of wanting the princess after?
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 8, 2008 20:56:03 GMT -5
Brone felt sweat on her skin. He felt it forming on his as well as they rocked, slightly slower, he was loosing steam. Her lips were sucking on his skin and he kissed along her neck as he pushed his last. Then the world seemed to explode, the release was just as unbelievable as the tension and his whole body shook with the effort. Brone's head was swimming slightly as he gasped for air, vaguely aware of a small deep moan that had left his lips. He lay still beside her now, his limbs wrapped around her, to keep her close, not saying a word. the world felt very still now that he wasn't moving. His brain was spinning, and slowly he began to feel it settle. He kissed her lips tenderly, inhaling her faint scent. Brone knew his body had never felt so good-- he knew a witch could never give as much pleasure. He knew Aarya would never be able to let go enough. He knew Serena was probably all he would ever need and want. But as he kept his eyes closed, he had to shake the feelings that stirred in him. Then, finally, Brone looked into Serena's eyes, still trying to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Dec 8, 2008 21:26:59 GMT -5
Serena's breath caught in her throat when the world seemed to end. That's the only way she could describe the euphoric release she felt just as Brone felt his. Not even Tobias made her feel this way, even though at the time it was the best she'd ever known. Even as she felt herself return to reality by Brone's kiss, the thought somewhat scared her, for she knew she was a goner before things even began. She had never felt this way, Tobias couldn't even compare to the man that held her tenderly now. If his love for the witch remained strong, would she truly be able to deal with the consequences or would she become a shell of a woman, like her mother seemed to be at times with her father's love of power. The thought didn't last long, her body felt too good, too depleted to hold onto such worrisome things. So when their eyes met, neither of them able to speak just yet, all she did was reach up and tenderly brush his slightly damn hair from his wonderful face. The sacrifice would be worth it, just for this single moment of feeling as if she was the only one he wanted.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 8, 2008 21:37:55 GMT -5
Brone looked into her eyes, the movement of her fingertips on his brow still sending shivers through his skin. He was to tired to do much thinking. In the morning he could think, but not now, not with her. Brone felt himself getting too emotionally involved, this would be harder than he thought. If indeed Aarya was still on his mind---which was fine-- the problem lay with what he would do about it, and what would Serena say? They were so connected now, she and Brone. Ties of friendship and attraction and lust he was not sure could ever be duplicated. What was best? What was love really? But his brain could not linger on those thoughts and breathe at once, so he closed his eye for a moment, sighing softly as his breathing became quiet. He reached out a hand, and intertwined his fingers with hers. Brone was very aware of her body beside him and opened his eyes. For the first time, he looked her over in the light of the candles that stayed lit on the walls. this warm glow was so much different than the moon, and now he had time to look. Brone kissed her forehead softly, before closing his eyes again, saying nothing. What could be said? Actions spoke louder than words.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Dec 8, 2008 21:52:47 GMT -5
Not speaking was a good thing. You learned more from a person just by watching their gestures and their reactions. That's how Serena felt, just watching him in the soft candlelight. However, pesky things those thoughts. Even with her exhaustion, so they couldn't stay that long, her mind was trying to think, almost as an afterthought, trying to make her speak, think, do something other than lay in his arms. Just how it always worked, not used to being in this state. But when Brone took her hand in his, their fingers laced together, her mind wiped itself, giving up. All she needed to know was in his kiss, moving to rest her head on his chest after he kissed her forehead. It wouldn't be long before sleep claimed her, but she spent her awake time listening to him breathe, her eyes barely open to gaze at their bodies still intertwine with each other. It was definitely a sight to see.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 8, 2008 22:08:12 GMT -5
Brone felt her body move as she laid her head on his chest. But that was the last thing he was aware of. His body drifted into sleep. which started complete and dark and deep. He did not dream. Brone was glad for that, he had been worried his daytime troubles would follow him in his sleep. He faintly remembered drawing Serena's body closer to him in the dark.
When Brone awoke, it took him a second to realize who was beside him--a second too long. She was still asleep, the creamy skin of her chest rising and falling against him as she breathed. The night before seemed unreal, but the stiffness in his muscles was enough to make him know it was real--that and the state of the bed. Brone did not want to move, afraid he would wake her, and she deserved some rest.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Dec 8, 2008 22:25:51 GMT -5
Serena's dreams were just of a blissful void, interrupted only momentarily of a past memory. Or so it had seemed. It was of her and Tobias together in the forest, sitting under a tree away from each other as they held hands, just talking. But this conversation was different, in the way as they talked, their hands slowly parted. She remembers asking if she'd ever see him again, and he just laughed softly, telling her to move on now. Then he was gone and she was left with a feeling of calm...
Some time later she stirred in her comforting sleep, slowly returning to reality. Her body ached, but it was a good ache, a satisfied one. It took her a moment to register where she was, and who it was she laid on. Not too long, just long enough for her to open her eyes and shift her body slightly. When she did move more, she lifted her head slightly to look up at Brone and smile softly in hello. She hadn't found her voice yet, that would come within a few more moments. But she was content with just reaching up to trail a single finger down his cheek.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 8, 2008 22:38:54 GMT -5
Brone smiled into her eyes in his ow silent greeting. he kissed her cheek and whispered softly in her ear. "Good morning." His voice sounded loud since they had not said a word since they moaned each other's names--had it only been last night? It seemed an eternity ago. He stroked her hair lightly and pulled himself to a sitting position, giving a wide mouthed yawn, his fangs glistening in the glow of filtered sunlight from teh solitary tiny window by the ceiling and the candles. It might have even been afternoon by now, but he was not sure it mattered. Not much for a vampire to do during the day.
Brone ran a hand through his hair, thinking of what he'd told Serena in the woods, what he had told Baron DeLorme. He would have to visit the man again, either to say Serena would stay at her home, or in the palace. he wondered if maybe she would be happier in the palace with him--he was not sure they could have such passionate sex every night though. Not to mention he had not eaten much the night before, and no doubt wold be hunting intently tonight.
He lay down again, on his side instead of his back and looked at her calmly.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Dec 8, 2008 22:54:01 GMT -5
"Good morning" was her whispered response, a smile now permanent on her lips. She watched him sit up and yawn and she just rolled to her back, stretching like a cat who'd been napping all day. Well, technically she had, and she wonder what time of day it was. She usually just found something to preoccupy herself with, like training or something, even naps, before she was anywhere near active at night. But now she was wondering what was going on in Brone's mind, able to tell that he was thinking. The faraway look in his eyes was a dead give away.
She reached up and just lightly traced the muscles in his arm as he laid back down, looking up into his eyes. "What's going on in that mind of yours?" she asked softly, a bemused look on her face. He was very handsome, especially the night after...that thought just came so naturally, as if they had been this way for much longer than it was. Would there be many nights like this? Where she would just have this almost homey feeling? Or was last night a once in a lifetime thing? It was obviously what her heart hoped for more.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 8, 2008 23:00:08 GMT -5
Brone chuckled. Could she really read him so easily? "I'm thinking about how I have to go talk to your father again today." He said. The truth was, he just wanted to rest. He'd been on a thrill from power and lust, and to have to repeat the powerful; air he'd had the day before. Part of him wondered if he could do it again, and the rest of him thought the night before only deepened his ability to command. But whatever the reason, he did not feel like returning to the DeLorme's. "Do you think i can just send a servant to get your things? I mean--if you want to stay here instead of your father's house of course." Brone corrected himself quickly, noting that it really was her decision, not matter what he thought she would say. Would her father see that as weak, or a demonstration of power to send a servant?
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Dec 8, 2008 23:11:04 GMT -5
If there was any sleep still residing within her, it was gone at the mention of her father. It was just the effect he had on her after all those years. Blinking a moment, she sat up a moment, propping herself on her elbows to think a second on her father's reaction. It didn't help she was slow to realize what he said, but once she did, she smiled, even though her eyes remained on the wall in front of her for a moment longer.
"He'll know he did something wrong if you sent a servant and that he'll have to kiss up in order to regain favor in your eyes--if you want me to say here that is." She turned her head slightly to look at him and laughed a little. Yes, she caught his tiny mistake. Not like she wanted to leave anyway. "Besides its a choice between you seeing my father every time you wanted to see me, or ignore him all together until it seems polite to return into his company. Your choice." No one liked her father, even Brone it seemed. And neither did she. So her mind was made up long before she stepped out of that house last night.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 8, 2008 23:24:44 GMT -5
Brone yawned and rolled onto his back, hands folded on his bare stomach as he looked up at her. "I'd really rather not get dressed and go see him." He admitted with a lazy smile as he stretched his shoulders lightly, the bones cracked, but it caused him no pain. "Is it a good idea to have your father try to win back favor?" Brone asked. If her father was a suck up, he'd rather him stay contented in his little manor in the town. Of course, he'd have to bring servants along, its wasn't like Brone would carry anything, not to mention they would have to go after the sun started to set.
The temptation to just stay as he was for several hours was great, but he knew he had princely things to get done. "I think I'm going to ignore him, send a servant for your things, and not move more than absolutely necessary." Brone yawned and looked at the servants bell on the wall. "They get here all to fast, get yourself covered before I call." It was a possessive phrase, and he knew it, but he didn't need the whole kingdom seeing what he got to sleep with. Brone tucked his feet under the covers so all that could be seen of him was his torso as he sat up in bed.
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