Longings and Loathings - Chapter 10

They were both hungry for something...
The single brush of skin on skin caused lust to arise within their eyes.
There was the unspoken promise of sharing dark secrets and hidden desires that made them both burn and tease each other.
A simple game of hunter and prey where there was no defined part.
They both gave in to make their hungers match and be sated.

They drank from each others bodies with their lavished tongues, they bit on their flesh imprinting their marks on the soft sweaty flesh and it was good.
The mix of sweat, blood and sex creating the most devilish and intoxicating perfume for their heightened senses.
Hands sliding along the damp skin, lips producing sighs and moans of pleasure, flesh against flesh in a daunting dance.
She took control and moved her body to cover his, sliding her lace underwear to the side to allow him entrance into her warm and wet core. She guided him in and slid herself down his full member before starting a slow rocking motion, teasing him more and more as pressed her inner muscles to engulf him even further, tightening herself around him.
His hands travelled her body choosing to lay on her voluptuous breasts, cupping them. The roughness of their touch making her nipples sensitive to the point of pain and exploding in sensation as he pinched them hard enough to make her cry out.
The slow place of her movements replaced by a frenzied ride to ecstasy almost too much for her to hold on to sanity.
He bent forward and where his fingers tortured before now laid his teeth, nibbling and sucking as if he could consume her and devour her whole.
Her hold on control torn to pieces as her ragged breaths and moans filled the four walls in which they stood. She claimed her pleasure selfishly and exploded of pleasure. The contraction of her inner muscles almost bringing him to his release but he wasn't done with her yet.
He placed his hands around her face and kissed her passionately, taunting her with the tip of his tongue before biting her lower lip causing yet another groan to escape from her throat.
He stared into her eyes and her flushed skin before grabbing her by the waist and turning her on her back.
He ran his hands up and down the soft skin of her back, digging his nails into her ass while he positioned himself behind her. Her juices running down her thighs, so slick that he entered her easily in one thrust and stopped there, feeling her tighten around him once again eager for more.
It didn't take long for her to start moving her hips against him but he wouldn't allow it. He firmly placed his hands on her hips holding her in place while she whimpered to feel him move, to feel him fuck her and make her surrender to him.
And then he began his thrusts, quick, hard and deep, he would take his pleasure of her like he enjoyed it the most. He penetrated her to the beat of an insane symphony while she grunted more and more, the intensity and the feelings building up in each move of his hip.
She lost herself in sensation once again and screamed of delight as his palm spanked her ass without mercy of warning. His hand so heavy that she almost lost her balance and fell against the soft pillow.
He stroke her with his hand over and over again until there was no more holding back and he came inside of her with a grunt while his nails pierced the flesh of her hips.

Then he collapsed on top of her still inside and started to kiss and nibble on her shoulders until they both surrendered to the exhaustion of their satiated bodies.
It wasn't love, it was raw and pure desire but on that moment there was no world, just them and lust.

Khira Chronicles - The reveal of the fallen (part 2)

Khira left the room closing the door on her way out violently. Zephyr barely moved at such a youth's rage display and remained sipping on the fresh blood inside his goblet.
He waved the servant away and looked outside the window pondering his next move.
The heavy drapes on the edge of the room rustled a little and a feminine voice broke the silence too soon for his liking, but there were bothers to be bared in order for his plans to work. And the Queen was one of them.

"How did it go with the young vampire?"

He took a long sip before turning to face the beautiful female now standing in front of him. He might be old but he still was not unaffected by beauty specially if it came from a real cast and not some half-breed or turned vampire.

"It went as planned. The bastard seemed very affected by the information I gave her. So volatile the younglings, won't you agree Eunice?"
"Raven did a great job too, so I am guessing the mother will be just as enraged."

He looked straight at her and he could almost tell the chill of terror or desire it caused on the poor queen's skin. He stood and moved so quickly she barely saw or sensed him before she feel on her back on to one of the luscious couches that filled the room with him straddling her lap and his tongue on the sensitive neck nape.

"And what happens now Zephyr?"

He looked at her with a devious grin on his face, he leaned down to lick her skin, brushing his fangs dangerously over her neck before replying to her.

"Now, the bastard child turns on the wolves along with the her whore of a mother. The Lamia will no longer have to worry about those rebellions mutts and we can blame their deaths on them before the Elder council." He twirled the liquid inside his goblet and stared at the Chamber queen. "Then you will rule along with me, not on a forgotten city but over all Lamia. The rule of the Kiergartens will be over... forever."

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As she approached the Frederick's door step she paused and considered all of what she had learned about her mother and the reasons that led her to leave her behind. More importantly, what did Zephyr had to gain with sharing all that knowledge with her?

She questioned all of her previous doubts, she questioned her upbringing with the pack and Bogart teachings. Had she really been so blind and naive all that time? Had she only been the killing machine, that got her the name and fame as The Sculptress, to serve the purposes of the Lamia natural enemies?
Had the sense of home and belonging been just an act for as long as she played just what they wanted her too and never truly accepting who she really was and the differences between species?

Her mind was racing, everything she ever knew for certain was now covered with a big question mark.
She knocked on the door hoping her mother's previous lover would be able to help her and be the friend he wanted and proclaimed wanting to be.

The girl that Frederick protected as his own daughter opened the door and gave her a lopsided smile.

"You arrived just in time, Khira."
"And why is that so Morgan?"

She gave her silence and simply gestured to the right showing her the path to be taken and smiled once again before shutting the heavy oak door behind them.
Khira walked as led keeping her head down, still trying to decide what to ask first. The she raised her head and stopped frozen under the threshold.

"Mother?..."