Path to Redemption

[Lucia Drusa Severa]

There was something about the way Pablo whimpered as he tried to silence himself that melted the girl. He was clearly doing his best to try and comply with her wishes, but the pleasure that seemed to conquer him appeared to be too much to take quietly. She couldn't blame him; the need to cry out with each descent onto him was incredibly difficult for her to quell.

Just when she thought she'd hit the end of her climax, Pablo's teeth buried into her shoulder, his hand reaching for her hair. The sudden bite brought with it an adrenaline rush and a spike of euphoria, taking her higher than she thought possible. "F-fuck! Pablo..." The words came out as a startled gasp as a hand ran up to Pablo's head, holding him. The Hybrid wasn't typically one to curse, but the sensory overload that took her left the girl overwhelmed. She had not been expecting the Werewolf to bite her at all; but what was perhaps more surprising was the amount of pleasure she found in the bite. While it seemed likely this impassioned nip was far different than what a Vampire's love bite might be, the ferocity of it shook her in all the right ways. It wasn't delicate, led by fangs for purposes of taking blood; it was desperate and full of lust and perfect.

She held him tight to her body until he relaxed, letting go of her. Then still, she clung to him until the tingling fire in her body began to slowly subside. Every inch of her felt light and fuzzy and incredible. There were no thoughts or concerns weighing her down; only the moment. She was smiling without even be conscious of it; something within her chest felt warm.

Finally, Lucia released her hold on the Werewolf, letting him fall back onto the bed. She tried shifting her legs only to realize they felt numb, happy to remain where she was. Yet without the Lycan's body against her, the girl started to feel a little chilly; she wanted to stay close to him. Falling forward on her hands, her hair sweeping lightly across Pablo's chest, Lucia pulled away, moaning quietly as the emptiness between her legs returned in Pablo's absence. Her muscles felt warm and pleasant as she stretched out on the bed beside the Werewolf, wrapping an arm across him. Resting her head near his, she watched him happily as her body buzzed pleasantly.

[Pablo]

The bite had caught Pablo off guard as well. It was the only means he could find to silence himself, clamping his teeth down hard on something, in this case flesh. And Lucia, though he had no intentions to further sample her, tasted particularly delightful. Vampire flesh was not new to the lycan, Lucia differed, she tasted almost sweet her skin or perhaps her blood made him feel energetic. Unexpectedly it sated the primal part of him, the itchin within his chest . Just as surprising was Lucia's reaction, had he ever heard her curse before? And it seemed she climaxed once again on the spot, pulling him further into flesh, he did not mind to save the girl. He would have grinned if his mouth was not occupied.

Even as his moment passed, pulling his teeth away from Lucia the hybrid clung onto Pablo desperately. He smiled to himself, burying his head in her soft hair, while Lucia came down from her high. Once free from her hold, he fell back onto the mattress his arms outstretched, grinning up to her. His entire body felt like he was tingling, he felt light, in his chest and head, and perhaps a bit weak from the loss of blood. Still he could never remember feeling better in his life, and with Lucia every moment was worth it. His eyes followed her, stretching besides him as she lay down. Was there something he should say? Thank her? He hadn't expected that, any to happen. At best perhaps she'd bite him, and they'd spent the night in each other's arms. This was better, way better. "Lucia, that was- that was, amazing." Yes that seemed an accurate description. "Thank you." He smiled to her, "But why?" He waited for her and answer tried to roll onto his side, finding that his legs were extremely sore, but he managed. Outstretching his hand to her back. It felt like they'd skipped a few steps, not that it mattered, but he wanted to know how her flesh felt again his palms. He ran his hand down her back to her rear, squeezing. Her booty was firm and soft. The lycan smiled shyly to her. "I want to touch you." He slid his hand down to her hip, pushing softly to get her to rollover onto her back. He lacked the own strength to do so.

[Lucia Drusa Severa]

Happy laughter left her as Pablo spoke. She wasn't sure if he was being serious at first; but the tone of his words sounded genuine, incredibly so; and the girl found herself smiling. Was Pablo trying to be cute? Cause it was working. She hadn't really put words to 'why,' she just knew, and she almost found herself giggling again before answering the Lycan. "I wanted to have you, that's why."

As he turned onto his side, resting an arm around her, the Hybrid arched suddenly, his light touch tickling her momentarily. Her eyes closed happily for a moment as the Werewolf let his hand roam. His touch felt incredibly pleasant, soothing her more than she'd imagined. She opened her eyes in time to catch Pablo's shy smile as he nudged her gently, speaking, as if he needed an excuse to touch her after what they'd shared. "Be my guest." Lucia turned onto her back, resting a hand on her stomach, smiling contentedly as the man touched her. "Your hands feel nice."

For a moment, Lucia was quiet. Everything felt perfect. Vengeance had been obtained for her father; she'd defeated a foe of incredible strength, and the blood of her Lycan friend flowed through her, giving her what felt like limitless energy and joy. She couldn't have asked for a better way to celebrate; Pablo had pleased her in a way she hadn't been expecting. Lying in his presence felt safe yet exciting. She found herself grinning again at the thought of Pablo charging fearlessly into the battle to aid her; standing before her like a loyal guardian. He seemed happy, now.

As the tingling within slowly began to fade, Lucia's mind started to focus again. "Pablo. You bit me."

[Pablo]

Pablo had always known that Lucia hand a fondness towards, since the beginning she'd displayed that in her own strange manner. Still it tickled to hear that she'd wanted him, even after, well she'd taken Pablo. "I'm yours." The lycan said happily.

Once more the lycan smiled as Lucia rolled over, eagerly accepting his touch. Pablo scooted an inch closer to her, still resting on his side he outstretched his hand, resting it on hers before sliding down to her belly. Her skin was smooth to the touch, it always had been, but he had never truly appreciated it, not till now. He trailed her his hand down to her thigh, grabbing her gently before sliding it into the interior of her leg. She felt delicate, precious, it was easy to forget that underneath the lady bits was the body of a hardened warrior. With the flick of a wrist she could easily snap him in two. Her voice startled him, the lycan held tightly onto her inner thigh as she spoke. "Lucia, you feel nice." He smiled as he continued. The lycan wanted to explore all of her, every nook and cranny.

His hand was below her breast when she spoke again. Immediately he blushed. That had been in a moment of passion, that had been a desperate attempt to remain silent when she'd asked. Had he done something wrong? She didn't seem upset. "I know." Pablo slid his hand further, her left breast melding perfectly into his hand. The lycan realized at that moment, he was hard again. If she wanted, he would let her have him once more. He opened his mouth once more, but struggled to find the words for a moment, before stammering. "You didn't seem to mind." A soft resounding thump came from the girl's chest at that moment. It felt like a heartbeat, almost. He eyed Lucia, but she didn't seem to give thought or notice. "Lucia." With his free hand, he grabbed hers, bringing it to his mouth he playfully nibbled her fingers. "I learned it from you." He said grinning. He felt it once more, another thump, light, almost half a minute apart from the last, maybe more. Did Lucia, did she have a heartbeat? The thought tickled him, his own heart seemed to race. He'd always known, she was cold, like her blood sucking kin, but she'd always felt far more human. Did she truly live? "Lucia," He said excitedly. Removing his hand from her breast, taking the hand he'd just momentarily nibbled on and moved it up to her chest. Resting her hand on her breast. "Lucia, you have a heartbeat." He was smiling. "Wait a moment," Pablo scooted in closer, resting right besides her. Again, he felt it, even through her hand a solid thump. "Lucia, I knew it. You're more like us than you are them." He said in a hushed voice. "You're alive."

[Lucia Drusa Severa]

Reaching the arm closest to Pablo around his neck, Lucia pulled him down to her, kissing the Werewolf after he declared himself hers. His lips, warm and soft, tasted exquisite; and she found herself grinning as she pulled away. The joy she felt upon hearing those words tickled her, and she watched the Lycan as he let his hand roam.

The warmth from his touch seemed to linger as the man's hand passed over her, leaving faint traces of where he had been. She arched slightly as his fingers tickled her, but made no move to stop Pablo's affection. Sighing happily as his gentle touch trailed from her thighs, back up her stomach to her chest, Lucia felt sublime. The girl found a warmth between her legs seemed to grow again; yet made no attempt to move. Pablo's touch felt incredible; the Hybrid believed she could lie here for nights on end simply to let his hands caress her body. Dane had touched her before, but this felt different somehow. The Werewolf seemed to be treating her body like some precious object; was it admiration she spotted in his eyes?

As she mentioned the bite Pablo had given her, and color rose to his cheeks, Lucia grinned. She found herself laughing happily. There was something incredibly endearing at how modest the Werewolf was behaving. He'd been naked in her presence multiple times before; and she knew from her time at the Den, the majority of Lycans seemed to spend a considerable amount of time exposed while in the company of others. The idea of Werewolves sharing bites of passion, while perhaps not as common as among Vampires, still didn't sound too far fetched. Yet here Pablo was, searching for words. The Hybrid found herself biting her lip, smiling, as the man decided what to say. "I didn't mind one bit."

Her chest felt warm, she realized, as she watched the Lycan. For a man whose reputation preceded him for his deeds in the mass murder of Vampires category, and the esteem with which he was held by her mother, Pablo was surprisingly innocent and sweet. She laughed unabashedly, squirming into him as he nibbled on her fingers. Her other hand reached out to touch him, anywhere; she wanted to sink her claws gleefully into him.

Yet the girl stopped herself as Pablo spoke again. He seemed excited. She let him place her hand on her breast, but found herself laughing softly as he insisted her heart was beating. It was highly unlikely, she thought; but she was in an excellent mood. Watching the Lycan as he moved even closer, his warmth encompassing her, Lucia spoke, "You must get the juices flow--" Her eyes opened wide and she stopped before finishing the word. Instinctively she wanted to pull her hand away, a little put off by what she was certain should not have happened; but there was a morbid curiosity in her. Something within her chest had, indeed, pounded. She cast her eyes to their hands resting on her breast, as if Pablo had somehow made the thump, himself. Yet the palpitation, she knew, had come from her chest.

Her other hand reached blindly for Pablo as he spoke again, trying to shush him, as if his words took away from her ability to feel as she stared intently at her chest, waiting. It wasn't nearly as rapid as other heartbeats she'd felt, but it was persistent, if not a little irregular. From what she could only imagine was her heart, solid thumps came. Perhaps it was quicker, she just couldn't feel the softer beats?

Moving her red gaze up to Pablo, Lucia opened her mouth to speak, yet nothing seemed to come out. Her smile had fallen, replaced by a look of confusion. How strange. "I..." She pulled her hand away from her breast; it felt weird coming from within her. How had she never noticed this before? It fascinating, to be sure; yet somewhat unsettling.

Somehow, though, the look of excitement in Pablo's eyes wouldn't let her be too distressed about this. She felt even closer to him, now. "Huh." A soft smile returned to her face, and she nuzzled her head into the Werewolf's chest. "You're the first to notice."

[Pablo]

The lycan smiled the entire time watching Lucia carefully. Even as she expressed apprehension, Pablo was grinning. The discovery seemed to confirm much of what he'd thought of her. Lucia was not like her soulless kin, she lived, she had a beating heart, albeit a light one, it still counted. It was satisfying to, to watching Lucia at a loss of words. Was there a time that she didn't know what to say, or rather, had nothing to say. As she pulled her hand away from her breast, so did Pablo, sliding it down her belly again, to rest on her far leg. He awaited her smile, there had to be a smile for her realization. There were too many merits to living, that it could not be good news.

And there it was. A soft smile on her face, making his grin grow ever wider. It was a little strange to be the first to notice. When she had Dane, and Alena. Would her mother had known? Lucia could not have been the first child of Raven's she bore, certainly there were others in the past. Alena had to be a hybrid baby expert by now. Did she note care for her children enough to hold them closely and feel their heart beat? And Dane, Lucia's former lover. The thought tickled him. Lucia was his now. Did Dane at some point not touch Lucia like Pablo had? Was it that he'd simply cared for her more than they had? Dane's affection for her, Pablo never thought it to be true, and Alena, she had given Lucia to Raven to be raised. Was Alena never there for her children? Her true born children that was. Whatever the reason may be he was glad it was him to discover her heartbeat. As she nuzzled close to him, he light ran his hand through her hair. It felt impossibly soft, like the rest of her. It felt almost ironic that Satan's granddaughter felt, and looked so pure.

While watching Lucia, simply staring at the girl Pablo became aware of his desire's again. How could he not? When Lucia was the epitome of beauty, and she let him touch her at his own discretion, and the first time had felt so, heavenly. His smile persisted through his silence, until he broke it, with a single word. "Again." The lycan quickly rolled over Lucia, propping himself up with his hands beside her head. He met her red gaze. "Can we go again, Lucia?" He bowed his head. Planting multiply kisses on her bare shoulder, and breast. "I want to go again." He said, meeting her gaze once more.

[Lucia Drusa Severa]

Closing her eyes for a moment as Pablo ran his fingers through her hair, Lucia smiled quietly. His attention, his hands running over her; she felt she could bask in it for ages.

Her eyes opened as the Werewolf spoke, holding himself up, over her. As he bowed his head, bathing her in kisses, the girl laughed, bringing her arms up to rest around his neck. She met his gaze with a grin, "Alright."

Wrapping a leg around the man's waist, she pulled him closer. Scratching Pablo behind an ear, then running her fingers over his scalp, Lucia beckoned him to lean in closer. She wanted to feel his soft lips again, to taste him. As she pressed her lips to his, she reached down. He was already hard; or was he still? She wasn't sure how things worked with Lycans.

Again, his warmth seemed to spread throughout her, even before she took him within her. Pulling him closer with her leg, the Hybrid shivered as Pablo pushed into her, gasping quietly. She'd just taken him, yet it seemed his heat would always surprise her.

[Pablo]

Pablo matched Lucia's grin, to see how well she received him, there was no better thought or feeling. No, to experience this every day or night, only that could be better. The lycan paused as Lucia's leg wrapped around his waist. Feeling her smooth and cool skin, encased around his body; just a reminder of how precious she was. He reached back just to grab her leg, to feel her. He pulled away light, only to feel her restrict him, pulling the lycan down to her. For a moment it kindled a flame in a chest, quickly dosed though as Lucia scratched him behind the ear. The motion left him rather void of thought. He leaned into her fingers as she pulled him closer. HIs eyes closed as she pressed her lips to his. Heavenly, he thought, suddenly gasping as her cold hands wrapped around him.

"Lucia," The lycan said, his mouth open as if he were to say more, but no words left his lips. He let her pull him close, at this point knowing he had no choice, and of course this is what he'd wanted. Lucia slid him into her, as her leg pulled him close. Pablo pushed into, gasping with Lucia as he bowed his head. They were one once more, and with Lucia wrapped around him both figuratively and literally, it felt doubly so. Taking a moment to recuperate from the bombardment of sensation, the lycan pulled away. Her leg restricting him, immediately he pushed back into her. It was there again, a flame in his chest, he repeated the motion, quicker pulling out and then pushing in. It beckoned him, urge the lycan to go quick. He did, his head bowing, each thrust felt like too much, his face at times contorting into what looked like fits of pain, it was far from that. The urge, it called louder with each thrust; his mind slowly void of all except one, to give in.

[Lucia Drusa Severa]

The way he spoke her name, the desire filling his hushed tones sent a strange warmth through the girl; she wasn't sure what to make of it. It felt like this contact with her still surprised him; like he was afraid he might wake from a dream if he spoke above a whisper. True, though Lucia had asked him to keep quiet, she hadn't exactly been doing such a great job of it herself.

Lucia's body flared with lovely fire as he pushed into her; and... There it was again. Pablo seemed to stop for a moment, his head bowed. She wondered what he was thinking in his momentary pause. The Hybrid, too, had needed a moment upon first taking the Werewolf, but she'd only ever been with a Vampire before. The two felt different. She wondered how different she felt compared to a Lycan. Pablo almost seemed hesitant with her; was he afraid of hurting her?

She pulled him closer to her as he seemed to try and move away, keeping a leg wrapped firm around his waist. He reacted to it well, pushing into her. Lucia gasped as he picked up speed; something had changed, she thought. The Werewolf felt more focused; like he was Here now, with her.

A cry hitched in her throat; she found herself reaching out for something, anything to hold on to as her other hand covered her mouth. The sight above her was beautiful; the way the Lycan's muscles moved and flexed beneath his skin as he took her, the look on his face, it was intoxicating. She'd seen him in pain before, pain she'd given him; but this. This was nowhere near pain for him, she could tell; and she was giving this to him as well.

Reaching for his hands, Lucia placed them on her hips; she needed to feel his touch again, how it felt so tender, almost innocent. Pushing into him, finding his rhythm, Lucia moved with Pablo. "Don't stop. Not yet." She was a little surprised the words came out so clear, and found herself trying to quiet another moan.

[Pablo]

Pablo fell hard into Lucia, as hard as he could manage. Looking down at Lucia, it disarmed him, mentally. She wanted this, to feel him in her without restraint. The overwhelming bliss in her eyes, the way she had to stop herself from crying out. That sentiment he shared. He wanted to feel this, as much as he could for as long as he could.

Her soft hands, wrapping around his wrist, broke him out of his trance. He continued into her, showing no resistance, as she placed them onto her hips, and then without sign or warning pushed up into him, moving together as one. He gasped, loudly, his fingers sinking hard into her hips. Her soft, sweet voice entered his ears. At first all he could manage was a nod, before finding the words. "I -, I won't stop Lucia." One hand remained there, are on her side as the other slipped up her chest. Running over her breast, to her chin, before sliding up, cupping her cheek. She was so precious, so important, there was nothing he wouldn't do for. "Not till you say."