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Post by Lucia Drusa Severa on May 3, 2019 18:05:39 GMT -5
Lucia yelped in surprise, the beginning of a laugh, as Pablo turned her onto her back, continuing to please her. Gazing up at the lycan as he pulled his shirt off, the girl found herself squirming slightly; his desire was quite obvious even through his pants, and the playful look about him brought a smile to the girl's lips.
Licking her lips in anticipation as the man removed his pants, Lucia brought a leg up, around his waist, to pull him closer. Entwining her fingers with Pablo's as he reached for her hands, the hybrid helped hold him up as he pushed into her. His heat immediately consumed her; her grip on the lycan's hands tightening as she attempted to stifle a moan. Every time felt as surprising, overwhelming, and incredible as her first time with Pablo. For the briefest of moments, Lucia's brows furrowed in concern; was that what Catherine meant when she said the passion had died with Dane?
Yet her attention was quickly brought back to the present. Gazing up at her pet, the hybrid let her arms fall back, still holding Pablo's hands, and leaned up to catch his lips with hers. Another cry of bliss threatened to escape, yet Lucia couldn't help but push her hips into Pablo's thrusts. She felt like she could melt into the werewolf; or that perhaps she already had. He seemed quite pleased to go at his own pace, and while the girl might have pressed him harder, she was content to let him take her like this. Her body tingled pleasantly, and she couldn't help but arch as she found herself nearing another peak. "Pablo..." She spoke his name as a desperate whisper; an attempt to remain quiet as she felt her body tense, and waves of warmth flow through her.
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Post by Pablo on May 6, 2019 15:00:16 GMT -5
Pablo sighed as entered Lucia. She always felt soft, and warm, holding him impossibly close, he could lose himself in her, he’d begun to. Her smooth leg pulling him closer, encouraging him. The primal part of him relished the contact, he could feel it, even in it’s weakened state the prospect of carnal bliss awoke it. Moaning as Lucia gripped his hands tighter, he thrust down hard into the hybrid while she moved their hands over her head, pulling him down flat against her chest. He couldn’t help but moan at the contact though Lucia’s lips quickly silenced his. He felt her hips, pushing out against his, it was maddening, she arched beneath him, pressing up against his chest, he found himself pulling away from her lips. “Lucia.” He couldn’t help but squirm, kicking out his legs, trying to maintain some semblance of control as she seized around him.
The lycan pulled his hands away from Lucia, gripping tight to her shoulders, holding her down as he took her. Hearing his name on her lips made him shiver. He bowed his head, planting his lips among her chest, taking her nipple into his mouth. Biting down lightly before pulling away, a grin on his loops, looking up to see the girl’s response.
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Post by Alena Wulf on May 14, 2019 8:59:06 GMT -5
After Lucia left the cellar, the minutes began crawling by painfully slow. The werewolf queen felt restless, and useless. There was little she could do from here, chained to a wall; little to try and prepare Pablo and Lucia. This would all be so much easier without those two in the picture; without trying to account for their safety and survival. Things would be slightly more complicated if Lucia had chained Pablo, leaving him weakened, and moreso if she'd hurt the pup on top of that. Despite his defiance of late, he was her biggest hope of helping to protect her daughter.
Dwelling on her conversation with Marcus, the memory had begun leaving a sour taste in her mouth, as well. Though the vampire was wise to mistrust her; in her many years, Alena had found her blood-sucking enemies to be far less respectable in the matter of keeping their oaths. It seemed just as likely, if not moreso, that instead of leading the queen of lycanthropy out of the warehouse, he simply killed her, and her pups, on the spot. Or held them as attempted leverage over their would-be rescuers. Perhaps it'd been too risky of her; too foolish to come to a 'deal'. She wasn't thinking straight. Alena had been so accustomed to Raven's games; maybe she should have just hypnotized Marcus while he was down here. He was an elder, to be sure, yet he didn't seem quite as aged as Dane; given enough time, Alena was confident she could have swayed him.
It was a little late for that, now. Perhaps she'd be able to influence him enough if things turned sour when the time came. For now, that was all the mother of lycanthropy had, and it was all she could hope.
Resting her head back, against the wall, Alena shifted her weight, moving her feet as much as her ankle bracers would allow. Her muscles ached to flex and stretch; damn these confines. She pulled at the shackles around her wrists, letting the silver sear deeper into her flesh; yet still, unsurprisingly, the precious metal showed no sign of faults.
Letting the silver burn deeper was about all that seemed to distract Alena from the raging of the wolf. It's growls had become louder, especially after hearing from Reece, and the queen of lycanthropy felt it would be all too easy to let the beast consume her thoughts. It already clawed at her muscles to be let free. But she was not alone here; Pablo and Lucia, and when the time came, the pack come to rescue them, would need her consideration.
After what Alena hoped had been enough time, the werewolf queen reached out to Pablo, I trust my daughter has found you. It is imperative you remain with her. Before the night is out, we'll have some friends visiting. Friends from home.
After a moment of silence, the mother of lycanthropy reached out to the hybrid. Lucia, my child. I need you to remember the first night you visited me in this cellar. It was the night Pablo returned to you; you left me in quite a hurry. After you were gone, Dane decided to pay me a visit... Closing her eyes to concentrate, Alena sent images of what had transpired that night, and over the nights after, to her daughter: Dane stooping to reach beneath her shirt and grope her, despite her attempts to keep him at bay with her knees, before he procured the triple-bladed silver knife that Lucia had eventually used against her. The vampire had dragged that knife up her thigh, between her legs, and asked, "Which would you prefer Alena. The blade, or me?" She'd come to take his threats quite seriously, especially as she was in no state to fight back; and the prospect of getting fucked with that jagged, silver knife was unappealing to say the least. Almost mercifully, Dane removed the blade and replaced it with the touch of his hand, before sinking his fangs into her shoulder. His desire had been noticeable before that, however, after biting her, he seemed unable to ignore it further. It was a matter of mere moments before the vampire had pinned her against the wall, forcing himself into her. Though she'd tried to resist, her attempts to push him away proved to be even more useless. She'd been so weak; the wounds she'd arrived with, still fresh across her body. And those chains... These chains. Dane had grabbed her wrists to pin them back as he continued assaulting her, whispering in her ear, "Don't fight me, Alena.... Lucia didn't resist, and she sung on so sweetly. Sing for me, the way she did." Dane had been rough, painfully so, and though that's how Alena liked it, she left that little fact out. She did show her daughter Dane slamming her against the wall, his hand wrapped tight around her throat as he finished. And the following night, "I sent your daughter and her pet away for a few days. Now there's nothing to keep me from... you." Alena sent Lucia a brief image of the end of her failed attempt to escape; Dane beating her to delerium, impersonating Raven... Then portions of what she recalled of being in the room Dane and Lucia shared...
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Post by Lucia Drusa Severa on May 14, 2019 14:38:42 GMT -5
"Aah! Pablo." Lucia laughed as the lycan nibbled playfully on her, squirming in delight. Although not as sharp or sophisticated as vampire bites, every time Pablo had bitten her playfully had taken the girl by surprise and pleased her. It wasn't until this bite, now, that the hybrid realized how sensitive her breasts were. Biting her lip, the girl reached an arm up to grab Pablo by the back of the head, and pull his face back down to her chest; she wanted to feel his tongue and lips across her skin.
Shivering as heat traveled down her limbs, the girl thought she could feel another climax approaching; yet it seemed to stay just beyond reach. Propping herself up on her elbows, Lucia placed one hand on Pablo's shoulder, nudging him back. Shifting her weight, she pushed the lycan onto his rear, leaning his back against the wall, before jumping onto his lap and forcing him into her. Falling onto the young man hard, she pressed her forehead to his as she increased the pace. A cry of bliss waited behind her lips, wanting desperately to escape despite the hybrid's attempts to keep it back.
Gazing down at her pet as she took him, Lucia could feel herself nearing another blissful peak. Pleasure filled her crimson eyes, and the girl pressed her lips to Pablo's just as her mother's voice entered her mind. Her pace seemed to skip a beat, though she did not stop initially; and the girl growled quietly in annoyance. Someone needed to make that woman shut up; she'd beseech Dane to deal with Alena when she was finished here.
Yet her mother continued her intrusion. Soon, it wasn't the lycan queen's words, though; they were images. Memories. Any internal warmth the girl felt quickly grew cold in her chest; she wasn't aware if or when she ceased falling onto Pablo, and though she could still feel him, she couldn't even really see him clearly. Whether her eyes were open or closed, all Lucia could see vividly were the images of Dane and her mother. All she could hear for a moment, were Dane's words to the queen of werewolves.
Lucia shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut tight. This had to be a lie; there was no way... "No..." When she opened her eyes, tears formed quickly, threatening to fall. The hybrid grabbed Pablo rough by the shoulders, holding him tight. Any attempts to clear her vision of her tears and her mother's memories were only briefly successful. Just when she thought she could focus on Pablo's face before her, new images were played before her mind. Satan, how long had this gone on?
"Make her stop." Lucia pleaded to Pablo, bringing one of her hands up to her forehead, pressing her palm above her eyes. "Pablo, make her stop! Please. Please make it stop."
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Post by Pablo on May 19, 2019 16:36:07 GMT -5
Lucia’s squirming was the exact reaction the lycan wanted. Pablo glanced up at the girl, still smirking as she forced his head back down against her breast. He was happy to comply. His lips and tongue gracing her chest, her neck, and shoulder. She was so soft, pristine, he could never have enough. Lucia allowing him to take her at his own pace was incredibly satisfying. It pleased the beast within, he could feel the tension between his legs grow. A growl nearly escaped his lips as Lucia pushed him back onto his rear. “Lucia.” He gasped, that was unfair, he’d wanted to end it on his terms, but it seemed that would not be the case tonight. His complaints were short lived. The moment she began to ride him again, it was satisfying in its own right. Meeting Lucia’s gaze elated him. Her eyes were entrancing, it was impossible to pull away. “Fuck.” Pablo whispered quietly; he was getting close. His arms reached for Lucia’s shoulders, gripping her tight. For a moment he heard a whisper, a tingling in his head, it almost sounded like Alena, but she wasn’t here, there was only Lucia, and the pleasure they found in each other. Physically, mentally, her presence dominated him. He licked his lips as Lucia leaned in for a kiss. It pushed him over the edge. “Lucia!” He cried out her name this time, shivering in her arms, holding her close. The way she growled ticked him, but why was she stopping? “Come on, Lucia, what’s wrong?” He said pushing his hips into her. She felt so good, even after finding his bliss, he could have her again. A frown formed as she whispered quietly. “Talk to-” He grit his teeth, as her nails sunk into his shoulder. The strength that she held; she was going to shatter his collarbone. “Lucia, stop, you’re hurting me.” He said, “please,” he whimpered, as she slightly eased her grip.
Make her stop? The lycan grit his teeth. Alena, was mentally assaulting Lucia, why? Why couldn’t she just let them be. “I’ll try, Lucia.” Pablo said. After the pain he’d made Lucia endure, after things were finally getting better, how could she do this. Alena. He tried to reach out to his former Queen, but Lucia’s presence was a mental roar. All he wanted was to focus on her. You’ve lost, Alena, let us be. Lucia is Queen now. He couldn’t stop Alena mentally from reaching out, but he had blocked her and others before from reaching into his mind. Perhaps he could do the same for Lucia. “Lucia, please.” He rested his palms on her cheek, trying to meet her gaze. “Focus on me, please, concentrate.” The lycan sighed and threw all his mental force at the bond between mother and daughter, trying to severe their connection. He bit into his lip, this was something he’d never attempted before.
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Post by Lucia Drusa Severa on May 19, 2019 23:58:07 GMT -5
*Guest-starring Alena*
Pablo's thoughts reached her, yet the werewolf queen paid no heed to the pup's words. If she could have smiled through the muzzle, Alena might have. She could feel her lieutenant attempt to reach out mentally, to buffer what Lucia would see; an attempt to keep her out of the hybrid's head. The queen of lycanthropy may have been weakened and draped in silver, but she had over two and a half thousand years on Pablo and Lucia. The pup's effort was noticed, but nowhere near enough to subdue Alena's mindspeak.
Extending her reach slightly, Alena included Pablo as she sent more memories to her daughter. Sweet child. "Raven is gone, he is dead. But I am here, now, with you." As if waking from a dream, mind still foggy, the first thing to come into focus was Dane's grinning face before he forced his lips onto hers, pushing into her faster. She'd shoved a hand in his face, attempting to push him away, and, failing that, threw a fist into his temple, and broken one of his fingers. Yet none of that had slowed or stopped the vampire. He'd taken her harder, sending shocks of pain throughout her core as she cried out, and restraining her wrists with the chain from her collar, tying her to the bedpost. To Lucia's bedpost...
Tears streamed down the hybrid's face and she brought a hand to her mouth. She felt ill. Something in her chest felt like it was painfully being ripped apart, and her stomach curled. She brought both hands to her chest, pressing into her sternum as if that would relieve the discomfort; it did not. As more images came pouring in, Lucia's expression contorted in pained disbelief. That was her bed; Alena knew what her bed looked like and other aspects of her room. Pablo had been right. This whole time. No...
Sobbing, the girl was about to try sliding off Pablo's lap, when the lycan reached out to hold her face gently in his hands, speaking to her. Wiping at her eyes, the hybrid's bottom lip quivered as she attempted to maintain eye contact with her pet. Her vision filled again quickly with tears. It felt impossible to concentrate only on Pablo. Her mind raced and her heart hurt; how could Dane have done such things? He loved her.
Looking away from the werewolf, Lucia spoke, her voice a shaky whisper. "You were right. The key was there, in the nightstand. And Mum..." She grimaced visibly, "I found multiple bite wounds."
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Post by Pablo on May 20, 2019 10:20:54 GMT -5
Pablo frowned, Lucia was so much pain, anguish written across her face. All he wanted was to help her at that moment. Suddenly Alena included him in the imagery, a graphic vision of Dane taking the lycan Queen entered his mind momentarily. He’d, seen something like that before, the night Lucia had brought him to the warehouse. It was a sliver of a moment, she had been in pain, and yet… There had been another feeling, one he hadn’t come to recognize till he’d experienced it himself, with Lucia, with Catherine. Why now, why wait? What’s wrong with you. Pablo shook his head, with it the imagery, all he had to do was focus on Lucia. She was everything to him, her presence dominating every thought and sense. “Lucia, shhh.” He whispered quietly to her, pulling her close. Softly planting his lips onto hers. It brought him no comfort, knowing he’d been right all along. “I’m sorry, Lucia. Alena should have told you sooner. I don’t know why she waited.” Pablo said. How much of his pain could have been avoided. He rested his head against her shoulder. “What should we do, Lucia?” He whispered quietly. Did she truly see Dane as he was, as Pablo had known all along? Or simply as a lover who’d betrayed her? The pained cry from Lucia’s usual sweet voice rang through the halls. Catherine’s ears twitched as her head snapped in the direction of the cry. Lucia was in anguish, someone was hurting her dear pet. A her as it stood, the culprit could only number a few. Lucia was with her pet, the sounds of their love making were not particularly quiet. How she’d wished to join them, but Dane’s council had made her occupied. She had just returned to her room, dressed rolled up above her thighs to inspect the wound she had suffered. It had nearly healed, there was little more than a blemish. It may have seemed minor, but she could not recall any wound taking so long to heal. It still stung cold with every other step. There was little doubt the pain would fade eventually. Another bout with the lycan perhaps, but first, Lucia needed her. Catherine quickly made her way to Pablo’s cell. She could hear sobbing; Lucia was in great pain. She threw open the door, stepping into the room with no hesitation. Her eyes darted to the pair embraced by the wall of the lycan’s cell. “Lucia! What’s wrong my dear? I heard shouting.” Nothing seemed amiss, there was no her present, and the scene before her should have been a pleasing moment. Catherine licked her lips, sliding to the cell door. “Let me in my love. Tell me, what ails you?” Make her stop. The three words Lucia cried out were all Dane needed to hear to know, Alena was mentally assaulting Lucia once more. He wasted not a moment, returning to his room for his tools, sprinting down to the basement at an inhumane speed. He was standing before Alena’s cell before the basement door clicked closed. “What do you think you’re doing?” Dane said, quickly entering the cell, grabbing a silver needle between his fingers. Grabbing her by the throat, he forcefully shoved the needle into her thigh, digging in deep. “What lies have you told your daughter?” He said, gritting his teeth. Knowing that Alena could be relaying this moment to Lucia. “Have you forgotten your place, Alena?”
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Post by Alena Wulf on May 20, 2019 13:48:06 GMT -5
Alena continued sending Pablo and Lucia glimpses, until Dane appeared before her, throwing open the door to her cell. The memories stopped abruptly. The vampire looked far from pleased. Meeting his gaze with calm, blue eyes, the queen of werewolves maintained eye contact even as Dane grabbed her by the throat.
The needle piercing her thigh sent a single jolt of electricity at its initial touch, but as Dane forced it deeper, searing muscle, her leg felt like fire; she winced. "Nnn..." The muzzle and Dane's grip around her throat successfully muffled the groan of discomfort forming in Alena's lungs.
This was, perhaps, the most angry the lycan queen had seen Dane. Previous attempts to provoke him had been disappointing for the most part; Alena might have smiled, given the opportunity; yet refrained.
Averting her gaze purposefully from Dane's eyes, a show at affirming the vampire's dominance, Alena spoke to his mind, I sought only to send the girl her mother's love. And I guessed, correctly it seems, that doing so would grant me a quicker audience with you, than reaching out to you personally would have. Master.
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Post by Lucia Drusa Severa on May 20, 2019 15:02:07 GMT -5
Falling into Pablo's embrace, Lucia draped her arms around him, shaking. As he spoke, the girl tried to hang on every word; and somewhere along concentrating on his voice, the visions stopped. Thank hell. Her mind felt clearer, if only a little, and her sobbing slowly grew quieter.
When Pablo asked what they should do, the hybrid carefully sat back, wiping away the tears once more, and gazing solemnly to the lycan. "I wish to speak with Dane; to hear an explanation." Her brows furrowed; she did actually wish to hear Dane's explanation? Perhaps it was better if it was left unsaid.
Oh, but the sight, the thought of what her mother had sent her; it was disgusting. Lucia wanted to brush it off as some dispicable lie her mother had conjured, but there were details in these memories... Details Lucia didn't think her mother would know without seeing them firsthand. The thought was enough, the girl felt she might retch. From seemingly nowhere, something Dane had said in jest during their first night here, returned to the forefront of her mind. He'd joked of fantasizing about her mother. Lucia groaned. Gross.
When Catherine burst into the room, the girl jumped slightly; she thought she'd locked that door. Wiping her eyes once more, Lucia met Pablo's gaze before slowing pulling away from him. Away from his warmth and comfort, the girl felt broken; she wanted to return to his embrace. But she was still queen, was she not?
Reaching for her dress, the hybrid pulled it on. She could feel herself on the verge of crying again, it felt near impossible to stave off. "Catherine," standing to adjust the dress, Lucia met the vampiress' eyes. "Do you know where I might find Dane?" She made no move to allow the vampire into the cell, and remained standing close to Pablo.
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Post by Pablo on May 21, 2019 10:30:45 GMT -5
“What?” Pablo stared at Lucia incredulously. Out of all times she wanted to talk to him now? “Lucia, don’t, please just stay with me.” He said, glancing at Catherine as she stood by the cell door. “Trust me, he’ll hurt you Lucia. I know you don’t want to believe it. He’s been using you.” The lycan whispered quietly. It was difficult to utter the words, knowing how they might hurt Lucia that was if she even believed him. His gaze returned to the vampire. She knows. Tell her. Tell her! The vampire’s eyes met his, there was no hint of emotion, she wasn’t going to say a thing. He clenched his fist, shuddering as Lucia moved away. Catherine had made it clear, if they’d failed to kill Dane she would happily accept his arrangement. Lucia and himself in exchange for her loyalty, Pablo stood, grabbing Lucia’s hand, attempting to pull her close. “Don’t leave, me, Lucia.”
Catherine remained by the cell door. Gazing down at the girl as she rose. The pain in Lucia’s eyes were apparent, the tears were real. Who was the her, Lucia had so desperately wanted stopped? She was after all alone with her pet. The suspects numbered few, or truly one, Alena. Only a lycan could cause someone such distress from afar. What had she done to her daughter? Lucia was Catherine’s, to please, to play with, to hurt if she so wanted, the girl was precious. Beautiful and lively, entertaining. Catherine was not left wondering long what Alena had done. Her other pet had made it evident. No, she would not tell her. Nor would she let her go. Caught in the lie, he would hurt Lucia, possibly end her. He’d never truly appreciated the hybrid for all her worth. “Dane is occupied.” She said, “Lucia, you’re practically in tears.” Catherine stood close. “Talk to me, what’s wrong, what troubles you Lucia?” The vampire held her hands out clasped in front of her. “I’ve been meaning to speak to you as it is.” She smiled softly.
Grabbing Alena by the muzzle Dane forced Alena to meet his eyes. “What lies did you speak to her?” The anguish in Lucia’s voice. She knows, she had to know. “Perhaps, I should have a talk with her myself? Would you like that Alena?” He said, throwing a closed fist into the lycan’s gut. Alena gained nothing from garnering his attention. At this time of the night, only pain. What was her game? He threw another fist into the lycan, before grabbing the muzzle once more, and slamming her head back against the wall. Yes, he would talk to Lucia. Perhaps it was time the veil be removed. He grit his teeth, reaching for another needle, this one he placed deep within her shoulder blade. “Alena. What you did was foolish.” He met her gaze. “Why wait till now?” He said, his voice seething. What was she up to?
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