Path to Redemption

[Lucia Drusa Severa]

Lucia laughed softly as Pablo seemed to fumble with the strap of her dress, trying to pull it down. Nipping his lip playfully before sitting back, the girl moved her gaze over the man's body. Grinning, she reached toward her waist to pull the dress up, over her head, tossing it to the floor without looking to see where it landed. "Not used to ladies who wear dresses?"

For a moment she sat there looking happily to Pablo, her chest exposed. Yet she didn't hesitate long before getting her hands on him again. Leaning into his chest, the Hybrid shivered involuntarily. Had he gotten warmer? Was that even possible? Kissing him momentarily, Lucia pulled away, trailing her lips down Pablo's jaw, across his neck. The taste of his skin was intoxicating, and without meaning to, the girl found her fangs sinking into the Werewolf's neck. Leaning into him hard as his warm blood filled her mouth, she squirmed in his lap while heat filled her body. It felt far too perfect being this close to the Lycan. She wanted more; and she would have it.

Compared to previous times, Lucia did not take nearly as much blood from Pablo. Retracting her fangs, the girl licked clean the last few drops, holding the man within her hands. She pulled away to gaze at him, a devious light in her eyes, "You'll have to take off my boots if you want more."

[Pablo]

The lycan stared as Lucia removed her dressed. It seemed she had read Pablo's mind, undressing was proving to be problematic. He watched with anticipatin, registering every inch of her skin as she exposed herself, his eyes fell onto her bare body. She was beautiful, that he had already known, but the sight of her, after all the time he'd spent in her presence naked, or nearly enough, there was something carnally satisfying. It pleased the beast within him, it scratched at him further, begging him to take her. He simple shook his head at her query. No, he was not use to woman with dresses, or undressing any in general. Did she not know? He'd never been with a lady, not like this. He could not articulate words at the moment, he simply stared. The sight of her slender waist, her supple body, Lucia's skin pale and pure, he already knew her skin to be smooth. He wanted to feel her against him. And then there was the sight of her chest. Firm and perky, he reached to grope her when she grabbed him once again. It was at that moment he'd noticed how hard she'd become. She really had her tiny hands wrapped around him.

Pablo closed his eys as Lucia's lip graced his. It was magical the elation he felt when they touched her skin, and as good as they felt against his mouth, her lips felt better against his neck. Again she seemed to read his mind, her lips trailed down to his neck. He leaned into her, smiling to himself, expecting her fangs to sink into his neck. Even then it caught him off guard, his eyes shot open, he gasped loudly. "Lucia!" For a moment the beast within him quelled, as he was met by an estatic feeling of euphoria. His entire body felt light and pleasant, he fell into her arms, and as she squirmed on his lap, he was aware of every motion.

The moment was to short, she retracted her fangs, leaving him wanting. He met her gaze, a light haze in his, as he pleaded with his eyes. "Again." He said quietly, as his strength quickly returning to him. He nodded his head to her demand. Anything for more, anything for her. He grabbed her by the hips, and easily pushed her off onto her back, onto the side of him. For all her strength she was surprisingly light. He quickly rolled over, sitting onto her lap, facing her feet for quicker access to her boots. He leaned forward, wrapping an arm around her leg, pulling it up to him as he sat back. Pablo quickly grabbed her boot in both arms. They were tied tight with laces. He quietly cursed to himself and grabbed the laces in a hand, pulling until they came free by force. He slid the boot of her leg, and threw it down against the floor.

[Lucia Drusa Severa]

Squealing in delight as Pablo tossed her on her back, Lucia looked up at him. The haste with which he moved for her first boot elated the girl to no end. His desire was evident, and the Hybrid was pleased by the man's eagerness.

The warmth of his booty on her lap was startling, and the girl gasped quietly in surprise. Sitting up as he pulled the first boot off, dropping it to the floor, Lucia wrapped her arms around the Werewolf's chest. Drawing her nails across his skin, she whispered happily into his ear, "I had such fun chasing you down earlier." She nipped playfully at his neck, dragging her fangs across his skin lightly.

Leaning back while propping herself up on her hands, Lucia waited for Pablo to remove the second boot before acting. With a sudden quickness, the girl jerked him to the side with her hips, throwing him onto his back and pinning him.

Grabbing Pablo's wrists, she pinned his arms down by his head, leaning forward; the skeleton key from the cell in her father's room dangled from a chain around her neck. She ached to be closer, to feel him within her; but she made no move to allow the Lycan to move or remove her leggings just yet. The warmth emanating from his body felt like a hellfire, comforting the Hybrid, and she closed her eyes happily for a moment before closing the distance to sink her fangs once more into Pablo. The energy filling her, the desire running rampant through her veins was overbearing. A quiet moan escaped as she took from the man.

[Pablo]

Pablo gave pause as the hybrid sat up and wrapped her arms around him. No matter where she touched him, or how, her cool soft skin, in contrast to his burning body, felt heavenly. Her lips close to his ears tickled, he snickered lightly until she spoke. That moment had been emasculating. Getting caught, was never a complaint, but he made it no more than twenty feet from."I didn't." He grumbled "It was barely a chase", but it was difficult for the words to sound unpleasant at the moment. He leaned back, against her fangs as she nipped at him, wanting to feel her teeth again. But there was a more important matter at hand, remove her boot.

He reached for another leg, pulling it up close to him. The lycan took that moment to feel her once more, running his hand up the length of it, towards her boot. Her skin was so silky, so smooth, he rubbed his head against her, before yanking free the laces once more. Freeing her foot of the boot, he triumphantly threw it down onto the floor. Grinning to himself, he reached down for her underwear, he never made.

The lycan found himself airborne for a moment, the strength of Lucia's twist throwing him onto the bed, and rolling him over. Before he could sit up, she was on top of him, moving at inhumane speed. That was also unfair, but he could hardly complaint. Not at the sight of her above him, all but exposed. The sight was stunning, enough that he made no resistance initially as Lucia grabbed his wrist. She wanted a fight though he knew, and damned if he wanted to touch her again. He pushed against her with all his strength. "Lucia," He looked up at her. Pushing his hips up, trying to dislodge her, but only managing to brush up against her. "I want you, pleased." He pleaded, feeling her ontop of him, his desire only increased. He made one last effort, before she quickly leaned towards him, plunging her fangs into his neck. "Fuck!" He gasped loudly, the euphoria hit him in waves. The lycan tried once more to break free, to grab her and pull her even closer. He wanted to feel her body against his, but the strength was increasingly escaping him. He became placid, unable to resit, nor wanting to. He moaned with Lucia.

[Lucia Drusa Severa]

The look in Pablo's eyes as she jumped on top of him again took the girl aback. It looked like the thoughts in his head had vanished at the sight of her; which, at once, complimented the girl immensely and made her slightly self conscious. Why was he looking at her like that? Why wasn't he playing?

When the Lycan finally seemed to gather his wits about him again, bucking in an attempt to throw her off, the Hybrid grinned happily, reinforcing her hold on him. The attempt wasn't very successful at all, but his pleading disarmed her. Never had she heard someone sound so impassioned, especially toward her. Her eyes narrowed briefly, almost confused; but damn it all if it didn't feel good hearing Pablo desire her so much. This felt so different than her intimate moments with Dane; true, though they were obviously different people, something felt off, now. At least, as far as Dane's affection came across. Shaking her head, Lucia discarded the thought.

As she drank from the Werewolf, she relaxed her grip, bringing one hand under his head, the other reaching down to play with him again. She took more from him, this bite; but left the man with enough strength to move.

Finally pulling away, Lucia sat up, staring down at Pablo, blatant desire filling her eyes. Shifting her weight to one leg, the girl slipped a thumb into her panties, pulling them off one leg at a time and tossing them aside.

Pablo felt incredibly warm as she took him in hand again, sliding him inside as she lowered herself. An unexpected scream shot through her, and it was all the Hybrid could do to bring a hand up to her mouth in an attempt to stifle the cry. She had not been prepared for or expected the sensation that accompanied taking Pablo. The heat that spread throughout her body felt exhilarating, and Lucia found herself leaning forward, one hand on the bed, the other resting on the Lycan's chest as if she needed a moment to recoup.

Moving her hips sent shivers across her body, but as she regained what composure she could, the girl began taking the Werewolf at a steady speed. Sweeping her hair over one shoulder, she couldn't help but gasp as she felt Pablo growing even warmer. Fuck, this felt good.

[Pablo]

Pablo was lost, the ecstasy he felt at that moment surpassed anything he had every experienced. His body felt like he was floating on aware, he was aware of only Lucia's body pressed down onto his, while she played with him, teasing his ever increasing desire. He was beginning to lose feeling in his extremities when Lucia pulled away once more. Leaving an empty feeling in his neck where she had bitten him. Again the moment felt too short, it was calculated he knew. She'd never left him with much blood, not enough to resist or move, he could now, if he wanted. He reached his hand out to the lycan, running it up her belly as she removed her underwear. That was all he wanted, to touch, and feel her. Lucia, wanted more, he would not complain.

He gazed up at Lucia, meeting her desire filled eyes. It was almost funny and strange how fate had led him here, pinned underneath his Queen's daughter, well aware of what was to come. Back in her cell, as her prisoner, this moment had never crossed his mind. How far they had come. She would be his first, and he would have it no other way. Pablo watched with anticipation, Lucia guiding him into her, while she lowered down onto him. He inhaled sharply the moment she took him. His gasp drowned out by Lucia's own cry. He would have been concerned, if he was not lost in his own Ecstasy. Lucia was far more warm and wet that he expected, and felt so closely wrapped around him. The pressure within was beginning to build, it was almost enough to bring him to a climax there, but he resisted. The look of pure bliss that crossed Lucia's face did little to help. She looked gone, vulnerable, almost absent minded like she was in mid recovery from some head trauma. It brought another smile to his lips, he grinned, withholding a slight chuckle, when she began to move. He was acutely aware, of every moment, of every inch of him encompassed by her. The lycan writhed underneath Lucia. Trying to twist and turn, trying to cope with the sensation overwhelming his sensitive shaft. "Fuck." He whispered, closing his eyes only to open them. He watched as she rode him, the movement in her hips, the rise and fall of her chest. His grit his teeth, as she pushed her long flowing hair behind her shoulder. She was so beautiful. "Lucia" He said, louder this time. He somehow find the self will to sit up, needing to feel her, to be even closer than he thought possible. The lycan embraced Lucia, wrapping his arms tightly, around her. "Lucia!" He cried out, and then spoke quieter. "It's too much." Her bowed his head forward, again shivering as Lucia rode him. Her body pressing against his with every rise.

[Lucia Drusa Severa]

Any semblance of coherent thoughts Lucia had come into the jet with where long gone by now. The euphoria filling her drove her body desperately on. This was far different than lying with Dane; although certainly not in a bad way, Pablo was proving to be overwhelming in his own right. She seemed to smile softly, unaware, as she took the Werewolf, needing more, wanting everything he had to offer.

As he sat up, wrapping his arms around her, Lucia gasped, bringing her arms up quickly. One wrapped around his shoulder, her fingers digging into his skin, while the other found its way to his scalp. The sudden, all encompassing warmth of Pablo holding her while she took him was enough to push the girl over the top. Burying her face in the crook of the man's neck and shoulder, Lucia cried out as she felt herself seize hard. She was inclined to agree with him: it felt like far too much. The strength of the pleasure that found her as Pablo held her was surprising, taking her unawares and paralyzing her. The slightest movements sent shocks of warmth and shivers across her body, and she kept her face nestled in Pablo's neck, taking in his scent. The intensity of the bliss that filled her was like nothing she'd ever felt before, overwhelming yet liberating. As the sensation slowly began to fade, Lucia planted her lips on Pablo's neck, quickening the pace with which she took him. That had felt incredible and the girl wanted more.

[Pablo]

The lycan's entire body tingled pleasantly, the amount of stimuli he took in at that moment was overwhelming. The warmth building with the hybrid, her smooth skin pressed against his, and her soft silky hair occasionally brushing against him. Pablo fought with closing, and keeping his eyes open. It seemed keeping them shut, was the only way to cope with the sensation, but then he couldn't witness the expressions of pure bliss Lucia's face contorted into. He felt lightheaded as well. The majority of his blood had either surged between his legs, or was held within Lucia, still he would not mind giving her more, he realized as she buried her face into his shoulder. Thinking she intended that to be the case.

Instead she seized tight around him, crying out taking Pablo by surprise, he gasped loudly into his ear, writhing within her arms. One hand running to her hair, entwining itself with it, while the other dug its fingers tightly into her thigh. The lycan gasped, notes of pleasure escaping his lip. He squirmed underneath the girl as she came to a climax, letting out a cry of his own, somehow withholding from joining her in peaking. He clutched onto her tighter, in disbelief. The pressure between his legs was overwhelming, verging on pushing him over the edge. Something resembling relief was needed. "Lucia," He ran his hand through her hair, his breathing growing heavy as she picked up pace. It felt torturous, a constant tease teetering on the end. "Lucia, please, I need" The words escaped him, but only she could prove him the relief he wanted, he knew. Desperately he pushed up into the hybrid as she made her descent. Gasping loudly, glancing up at Lucia to look her in the eye, she needed to know the state of madness she was keeping him.

[Lucia Drusa Severa]

The hushed sounds Pablo made in her ear as she climaxed only kindled the flame running rampant through her body. Had a voice ever sounded so sweet? It sent goosebumps shivering across her skin, and the girl involuntarily arched further into the Werewolf.

As his grip on her tightened, Lucia grinned, planting kisses along Pablo's neck, up his jawline. Her name on his lips, filled with helpless desire, made the girl's knees feel weak. Soft laughter escaped, and she smiled slyly, bringing her lips to his, "Sshhh..." before kissing him softly. Yet she persisted, falling onto him hard, searching for another peak. When the man pushed into her, an unexpected cry of her own left her throat, and the Hybrid bit down on a lip to try and stifle the noise. It was proving far more difficult than she'd imagined to keep quiet with Pablo.

As she met the Werewolf's gaze, his eyes burning pure desire, a low moan escaped. It felt like the pleasure flowing through her doubled in a way she couldn't explain. Everything tingled and throbbed and seemed to build so high that something needed to be done quick. The room seemed to get unbelievably hot, and she became aware of the subtle taste of salt on her lips, sweat from Pablo's skin. Something within her chest fluttered exuberantly, and again, the girl felt a climax quickly approaching. There was no stopping it, and she sure as Hell wasn't going to try to. The ecstasy coming from the Lycan, the bliss he seemed to be feeling echoed through her and the girl dug her fingers into him as if she might slip away and lose herself completely if she didn't hold on. Gritting her teeth in an attempt to quiet herself, Lucia cried out softly as she found herself in the midst of another orgasm.

[Pablo]

Pablo felt aware of every motion in Lucia's body. The way her pace quicken, how she arched against him, pressing her chest into his, and still he wanted more, to feel closer to her than he believed possible. The heat that was forming in between his legs, or rather there's it was already difficult to tell where one of them ended and the other began. He wanted more, to feel like they were one. Lucia's lips trailing up his neck felt heavenly, light and pleasant as she moved forth to his lips. His line of sight falling to her mouth, as she shushed him. Instinctively he nodded his head, shutting his mouth shut as Lucia kissed him once more. Did she really expect him to stay quiet? That seemed impossible, Lucia was having more troubles than him. Still he would thrive to remain silent if he must.

The lycan met Lucia's red gaze. Hypnotizing as always, her eyes seem to bear right through him, he couldn't look away. It all seemed copable at that moment, the intense pressure building, staring into even now brought him an immense peace. That was until he felt her fingers dig into his back. Bringing him back to his senses, suddenly aware again of how close he teetered. She fell onto him, harder, and quicker, and that was enough. He gasped again, a hand running to his mouth as he remembered Lucia wished for him to be silent. He failed, a noise resembling a whimper escaping his mouth. Pablo squeezed his hand tighter into Lucia's thigh, the other floundered, searching for something to grab hold of, he was at the point of no return. He looked around the room. Another cry on the verge of escaping his lips, desperately searching as if there was something that could silence him. There wasn't. Light headed, acting out of instinct alone, not thought, his mouth opened wide, like he was about to cry out, but instead he bowed his head and sunk his teeth into her shoulder, drawing blood as he free hand found something to grasp, Lucia's hair. He pulled down hard on her hair, as the sweet taste of Lucia's blood graced him. The lycan would have been surprised to find such taste in her blood, if he wasn't overwhelmed by the sensation he currently experienced. The pressure between his legs released in one glorious moment, he seized, pushing further into the girl, writhing underneath her. Once the moment passed he slumped forward, pulling his teeth out of her shoulder, freeing his hold on her. If she were to let him, he would fall back against the bed in pure bliss.