Lemon Eyes

[Alena Wulf]

Alena's smile grew sublime when Xhel smirked, mentioning his debt. The hunter seemed pleased with the realization of her prospect. Good. Not that it terribly mattered in this moment; but his eagerness now might give her more enjoyment when she finally let the man have control of his senses again and he realized, in part, what had happened.

"You're not the least bit coy."

The queen of lycanthropy laughed audibly at his revelation. What would have ever given him the idea that she might be coy? For most of their meetings, Alena had been nude, and generally got to her point quickly in conversations.

Still, she watched his gaze as he let his hand fall to her breast. The way he licked his lips was tantalizing; his fingers brushing against her teased her terribly.

When Xhel slipped his hand into hers, interlacing their fingers, Alena offered a slight nod, squeezing his hand softly as she turned toward the stairs. She cast a brief glance back at the hunter as they climbed the stairs, the corners of her mouth raised into a smile.

On the main floor, the halls, which had not moments earlier been crowded with onlooking werewolves, were now absent of any visible trace of life. Pulling Xhel closer by the hand, Alena brushed against his side. Soon, she thought.

Nearing her chambers, a scent and slight movement in the corner of her eyes caught the wolf queen's attention. Alena slowed her pace ever so slightly, though did not bother looking in the direction of the movement. Lucia was nearby, she could smell the hybrid; her daughter must have noticed Xhel's presence, a peculiar thing to be alive and present in a den of wolves. "Go to your room, my child." There was a smile noticeable in her voice. Alena reached out mentally to Reece to gather the girl and assure she found her way to her room.

Stopping outside the door to her chambers, the werewolf queen turned to face Xhel, pulling him close. Running her free hand to the back of the man's neck, she let her nails gently climb up the back of his head to pull him forward, brushing against his body. She was only teasing herself.

Without a word, Alena led him into her room, allowing the door to close behind them, and letting go of his hand. Pulling his body in close by his beltloops, the werewolf stood taller to taste his lips briefly. She wanted him to disarm, but more importantly, she wanted him to disrobe; all in due time she supposed. Walking him back slowly, Alena waited until his heels found her bed before pushing him onto his back among the furs she used as blankets. Wasting no time, the wolf mother was upon him, climbing up his body to straddle his face. Grabbing a tuft of hair firm in one hand, the queen of werewolves held Xhel down as she lowered herself. Whether or not he opened his mouth to receive her, Alena rocked her hips back and forth, grinding against the man's face, the warmth between her legs growing. Gazing down at the hunter beneath her, Alena licked her lips, gasping softly. This was only the beginning.

[Adele Holst]

Adele cast her eyes to the floor as Lucia began speaking; she felt similarly. Pablo's friendship over the years since becoming a werewolf was invaluable to her. He might not have even known it, but he'd helped her through some tough years. It was what he did, what he was good at; and he didn't even really seem to need to try. The blonde believed Pablo could befriend even the most cantankerous of people; she'd only ever seen him truly despise the undead.

When the hybrid stopped speaking, Perrin's heir looked back up to the girl, watching her seem to fight back some kind of emotion. Adele was at a loss for words, but this seemed like the time where some more compassionate words should be spoken. Chewing on her bottom lip, the young woman glanced over to Okello, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

Footsteps coming closer seemed to act as a precursor to an odd silence throughout the rest of the den. Adele turned toward the doorway as Reece came closer, before facing Okello and Lucia again. The hybrid seemed almost horrified, and when she spoke, the lycaness found herself picking at the hem of Damien's hoodie. She watched carefully as Lucia left, her speed catching Adele off guard. There was something about what Lucia said: I don't want mother to hurt me again. The golden-eyed girl couldn't help but feel Lucia had deserved it, and more, for what she'd done to Pablo.

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Adele shook her head. What was wrong with her? If she'd still been human; if Lucia had been human, she would have been trying to console the girl. She, as much as anyone, could understand not wanting to be hurt, by a parent especially. And Lucia's mother wasn't just your typical abusive parent; or even your typical parent in general, she supposed. From what Adele could gather, Alena was among one of the strongest living things on earth. At least her father had only been human; an abusive alcoholic, but human, praise Odin.

Breaking herself away from these thoughts, Adele looked up to her friend, unsure of what to say. Lucia was... different, to be sure. She acted and spoke as if she had perhaps been taken advantage of as Pablo said, but she still couldn't shake this feeling of unease. What was it?

"She gives me the creeps." Shoving her hands into her jeans' pockets, Adele stepped further into her friend's room. "What was she doing in here anyway?"

[Xhel]

The hunter smiled back at Alena as she looked back at him, leading him presumably to her bedroom. Xhel felt his heart race, that little smile of hers, she was just asking for it. He was dying to get his fingers on her skin, and him within her. Without shame his gaze hungry fell to her hips, watching the sway of her hips, he reached forward with his freehand. Squeezing gently before his hand retreated, there was so much he wanted to do to her. For whatever reason they stopped in front of her door. He glanced down at the lycan, as she pulled him close, pressing against his body, grinding softly. It was tantalizing, though he couldn’t feel her softness beneath his clothing, he could feel her heat. Warm and inviting. He leaned forward as she ran a hand up his neck, ready to kiss her, instead she opened the door, pulling away. He felt his own flare of warmth. “You tease.” He said following inside. “Come here.” She hardly needed to push him forward, he stepped into the embrace, wrapping an arm around her, pulling her into the kiss. It was too short, but he couldn’t blame Alena, they both wanted more.

Xhel kept her close, his hand on the back of her waist as she pushed him back onto the bed. “Alena,” He began to protest, he hadn’t the time to even remove his boots, only the straps around his shoulders holding the holsters, they fell with a clunk, not a thought given to their safety. She was on him in an instance, and any complaints fell dead. Her soft thighs, warm, encouraging closed tight around his head. His lips parted, meeting hers as she pressed herself to him. Xhel welcomed it, no, he loved it, leaning into her. Her taste driving him, the hunter’s tongue lapping hungrily against Alena, a desperate desire within his eyes, as he looked up, beyond her curvaceous form, into her eyes. The sight before him, was maddening. He felt a heat between his legs. He had to touch her, to feel her, to have more. His hand planted down on her hip, pulling her harder onto him. The other rose for a moment, running up her body, to her chest, squeezing. His fingers trailed down, he swore there was a glint in her eye as he had brushed against her earlier. Without warning, he pinched her nipple between his fingers, twisting slighty. He swore she moaned and felt warmer, his trousers began to grow painfully tight. The hand teasing her chest slid away, down onto his body, underneath his pants. Wrapping around, desperate for the slightest bit of relief. Xhel moaned against her. Pushing his tongue into her. It wasn’t enough, his pants too tight, his manhood restricted, he was happy to remain as the Queen’s throne, but he needed more. Grabbing both of her hips, he pulled her down against him, lapping once more to the rhythm of her hips. Suddenly he flipped her over to the side. “Alena.” Her name escaped as a gasp. He untied and tossed aside his boots, sitting up and turning to kneel in between the lycan’s legs. “You should have come to me soon.” He said, his voice a near whimper, pulling free his shirt before quickly working on his belt. The hunter pulled down his trousers, exposing himself before her. He hand to stroke himself, his need was to high, his hand ran down his shaft once or twice before he fell upon Alena. Grabbing her by the shoulders, pinning her down, Xhel pushed into Alena. Her heat consumed him, her walls holding tightly, he slid deeper into her. Shivering at first, he hadn’t expected her to be so warm. “God spare me.” He whispered, nails digging into her flesh, he thrust into her, again, and again.

[Alena Wulf]

Pushing harder into Xhel as the hunter eagerly ran his tongue across her, Alena's breath hitched. His hands snaking around her thigh, and up her chest had the lycan queen arching. A moan escaped as he grabbed a breast, pinching her. The poor thing seemed tormented; her smile exposed pointed teeth. As Xhel moaned, Alena found herself grinding into him harder; he'd reacted far more positively far quicker than she could have hoped. Although, that is what she'd wanted.

Allowing him to flip her over, the queen of werewolves laughed quietly, her hands falling upon him as he reached to free his boots, trailing his back and shoulders. Alena grinned, satisfied, when Xhel mentioned that she should have solicited him earlier, and she helped loosen his belt and pants as he pulled his shirt off. Sitting back as he finished undressing, her fingers fell between her legs. The sight of him exposed was arousing on its own; one of the reasons Alena had taken to hunters over the centuries. Any human worthy of the name Hunter and still lived after so many encounters with the creatures of the night, needed to keep their body in top physical condition to have any hope of continued survival. Xhel was no exception; his dedication was apparent.

Letting him push her back, holding her down, Alena trailed a hand down his abs, a look of hungry desire in her eyes. The moment he pushed into her, she cried out softly, moving her hips to meet him. His whispered words brought laughter up from her chest; she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling his face down to hers. "You have been spared, Xhel." Gasping quietly as he began taking her, she pressed her lips to his, nipping playfully at his bottom lip before letting go.

The sight above her was incredibly satisfying, and the mother of lycanthropy found herself arching into the man. Reaching around, she squeezed his rear before suddenly slapping it. Everything about the hunter's body was hard, toned; she should have come to him sooner.

His nails digging into her skin felt lovely, the strength with which he tried to hold her endearing. For a human, he was quite strong. Slipping one of her arms inside his hold on her shoulders, she pushed his elbow away to bring his face to her chest, "There's no need to be gentle, now." Holding him there for a moment, Alena pushed her hips harder into the hunter as he took her.

Holding him close, the lycan queen brought her legs up, pushing off the bed to turn Xhel onto his back. Reaching for his arms, Alena grabbed his wrists, pinning them down beside his head as she fell onto him. The sight beneath her was satisfying on so many levels. She cried out, falling onto him quicker.

[Xhel]

Xhel reveled under Alena’s touch. Against his chest, teasing him driving him forward, within his hair, pulling him closer down to her. Pressing tight against Alena, her voice making him shiver. He was enraptured. Everything about this woman was maddening, from the sight of her to her warmth. Xhel gasped with Alena, lips meetings with her. He was of a single mind, to take the lycan before him, to please them both. Relentlessly he shoved into her. Shivering as Alena arched against him. Xhel couldn’t help, but whimper, wrapping an underneath Alena, pulling her, closing what little space existed between them. A grunt escaped his lips as she squeezed his rear. He liked that. She spanked him, this time he growled low, on his volition. She would return the favor, he would see to it.

The hunter continued to work the beast, a hand pinning down her shoulder, an arm wrapped around her waist. His eyes met hers, the woman’s icy gaze seemed to bare straight into his soul. Had there been a gaze more beautiful, it was nigh impossible to look away. He felt trapped by her sight. Caught in the motions, rolling his hips, relishing her heat, her tightness. He was hers, to do with as she pleased. Her arm slipping beneath his went unnoticed, as she shoved away his elbow, he fell down onto her, hard. Slipping further into the lycan, his face between her chest, held there wonderfully. He couldn’t help, but whine, struggling to nod at her suggestion. There was no intention to be gentle. He bit and licked at the lycans queen’s breast, enamored by her softness. It was an impossibility, but he would remain her, interlocked with her for all of eternity if he could.

There was only mild disappointment when Alena rolled them onto her back, freeing Xhel of her bodice, if only momentarily. He grunted again, struggling to pull his arms away from Alena and failing. He whimpered softly looking up at her, Alena’s form begging his hand to explore her flesh. A gasp escaped, the sight of her pulling away, only to fall onto his body, pressing tight, teasing only to rise once more was unfair. He stared up at the ceiling, squirming beneath her. “Alena, faster.” He said, trying to break free of her hold. “Please.” He rolled his hips onto hers, as she fell. Xhel leaned forward, her lips but inches away, pulling away as he neared, like her flesh, teasing him. “I need more, Alena.”

[Okello]

Okello held his breath as Lucia embraced Adele. His fellow lycan had been quite tense lately, and he knew how much she disdained physical contact. Fortunately, it did not result in a conflict, Lucia seemed to back away, more hastily than she had with him. It was a relief, he sighed, having pictured Adele letting out a shrill cry. He shuddered, remembering what had occurred just a couple nights ago. That considered, his friend was handling the matter quite well. He nodded at her, it seemed she was doing quite well. Lucia seemed pleased to speak with her, although less so as the subject of Pablo was broached. He sighed. Her words felt too close too home. His sire’s time spent imprisoned had been extremely taxing, and although they were some restrictions, knowing he was here, safe and alive made all the difference. “Lucia we all wish to see more of him. Give it time. Your mother has ensured he will be free within a month.” He said, resting his hand on her shoulder. “What is that to an immortal like us?”



The footsteps outside his room drew his attention. His snapped in their direction, before returning to the two woman, Lucia seemed concerned, perhaps disappointed? She seemed to be leaving, that must have been her caretaker, he smiled at her once more. “Of course, Lucia. We’re looking forward to seeing more of you.” He found that he pitied her. Considering what Pablo had said, spending most of her teen years in isolated, she seemed lonely. Desperate for any companionship, most of all her lover’s, but that seemed obvious. Pablo having a lover, the notion was odd, he’d never seemed interest in that type of relationship. Okello had never pictured him with anybody save for Addy, and she was now with Damien. He stepped besides Adele. “You know, they use to say the same about you. Quiet girl, following our sire around. Saying nothing.” He smiled, and spoke with levity, but that had been true. “But you are correct, she is strange.” There was something about her, it was wrong, not necessarily, but she was different. He wasn’t quite sure what to think of her. But he didn’t dislike the hybrid. She seemed upbeat, and friendly, prone to mood swings, but aside, yes, maybe he could picture his sire with her. “I’m not certain. I think she was… looking through his things. For a memento, maybe.” That had hit too close. It was not a few days ago he had been her, missing his friend.

[Adele Holst]

Looking up quizzically as Okello stepped closer to her, speaking, Adele found herself rolling her eyes despite the smile she bore. "Funny, Okello." She'd been considered creepy? She'd always considered herself normal, uninteresting; and she had been normal, at least, before she met Perrin.

Still, the blonde watched her friend as he considered his next words, speaking again. She did want to hear what Okello thought of the hybrid. Adele respected his opinion and wanted to gauge how reasonable, or not, her own first impressions might truly be. Unfortunately, it seemed as if the man had spoken as much as he intended to about Lucia, for now.

Looking beyond Okello, further into Pablo's room, Adele spied one of her friend's dresser drawers open. It appeared that had been Lucia's aim when Okello had stumbled upon her. Frowning momentarily, Adele's attention snapped back toward the door, her ears perking.

Gazing out into the hallway, the young woman thought she'd heard something. Yet the den proved to be uncharacteristically quiet. On any normal night, this silence would have been suspicious. In recent nights, however, after Alena's capture and the den enduring multiple attacks, the building had been quieter than Adele had ever before known it to be. Still, the current silence felt unnerving.

Biting her lip softly, the lycan looked over to her friend, "I guess you have a message to deliver. I, I was going to see Pablo soon anyway, if you wanted to come with."

Making her way to the main floor, Adele swore she kept catching whiffs of a familiar scent. Yet every time she believed she'd recalled the identity of this scent, it would slip away. She was certain she knew the owner of the scent, but it seemed put of place, although she couldn't quite say why.

"Oh..." Walking across the main floor toward the set of stairs leading down to Pablo's temporary accommodations, Adele realized who the familiar smell belonged to. And why it seemed so out of place. Xhel. The young woman froze in her tracks. What was he doing here? It was bad enough he was human, she didn't think Alena allowed their presence within the Den's grounds. But Xhel, despite being Pablo's cousin, was a hunter. Obviously he was here for Pablo; but his appearance and presence did not bode well.

"Okello?" Turning to her friend, Adele looked to see if he had known Xhel would be dropping by. The hunter wasn't going to try and start a fight, was he? She couldn't see any scenarios where Xhel brought conflict to the den and it ended favorably. Say Alena killed the hunter: Pablo would be devastated, understandably; would he seek revenge? And even if the hunter was slain, there was no way his death would be the only one suffered. He would take as many lycans down with him as he could, further stoking Alena, and the rest of the den's wrath. Adele did not agree with many of her kin's more violent outbursts, and frankly, Alena scared her most of the time. But this was her home. One of them, at least; and it was home for most of the people she considered friends. So much was at stake.

It became clear that the hunter's presence had been the cause of the sudden silence throughout the grounds. "I-is that..? Is he really here...?" Stepping closer to Okello, Adele wiped her hands on her jeans, trying to calm her nerves.

"Pablo... Why-what is Xhel doing here?"

[Alena Wulf]

The way he reacted, and how eagerly the hunter took her tickled the lycan queen. It was exactly what she wanted, though Alena believed she hadn't quite seen all of Xhel's passion yet. That, she suspected, wouldn't come out until she let the man regain his wits once more. The thought was incredibly exciting. He seemed to truly detest her; the she-wolf wanted to feel just how strongly he felt. Sometimes the anger, the hate made moments like these all the more intense.

Slowly lowering onto his lap before pulling carefully away, Alena held the human down firm to her bed as she took her time, letting Xhel writhe while she gripped every inch of him between her legs in a deliberate and steady motion. Hearing him beg for her, for more, and feeling him try to push his hips up and free himself brought a predatory grin to her face. Alena licked her lips, pleased, before leaning forward to kiss the hunter, teasing him with her tongue. The thought of his hands upon her once more, exploring her body and holding her tight, was incredibly enticing, but she wasn't done with her fun just yet.

Pulling away only slightly, her lips brushing softly against his as she spoke, Alena kept her gaze on Xhel's, smiling, "I promised to make it worth your while, Xhel. But you have, still, a task to complete."

Releasing her grip on the man's wrists, Alena shifted her weight, pulling completely away before grabbing Xhel by the hair on the back of his head to encourage him to reposition. "Hands and knees." She almost shivered, wanting to close the distance between them again and take him.

As he obeyed, the lycan queen smiled. Without warning, Alena brought a hand down upon Xhel's rear, smacking him. Watching as his flesh began to turn slight shades of pink, then red, the mother of lycanthropy bit her lip before slapping him again. She wanted to take in every subtle way in which he writhed; how he flinched at the initial contact, to the way he clenched the furs and sheets in his hands. Spanking him a third time, Alena paused, running her fingers lightly along his rear, up to the small of his back before sliding around his waist, scooting her body closer to his. Grabbing him, she stroked him a couple times, watching his features. Oh, how she wanted to simply take him then and there; but there was more to be had, she knew.

After feeling his muscles relax slightly, Alena pulled her body away to slap his ass twice more, watching the shades of pink turn darker under her touch. "Now," she spoke with a grin on her lips, teasing to let her hand wander between his legs once more, "What do you have to say for yourself?"

[Pablo]

Pablo watched as Alena closed the door on him, not even a glance in his direction. It came with a sting to feel so disregarded, but that’s why Xhel was going to get him out. Alena seemed only intent on punishing the young lycan, he ahd disregarded her too many times, and she no longer cared. A small smile crossed his lips as Xhel began to angry berate Alena. He tried not to eavesdrop, but that he could not avoid. It felt good to have someone fight for him, that even outside of Lucia someone still loved him. Soon though his cousin’s shouts died down. They was speaking quieter now, and by the time he got past his trepidation of eavesdropping all he heard were footsteps walking away. Something in his gut curled up tightly. Likely they didn’t want to talk about him where he could listen. He thought to himself, knowing deep down he was wrong.

Okello smiled back at Adele, but it was not entirely a joke. “Adele, I do agree with you. She is…” Her presence had been different. It wasn’t fair to say wrong, but he had felt on edge, especially before Adele had arrived. “Unsettling… perhaps? But, my point was sometimes what we do not understand we find strange.” As was the case with Adele. She was simply timid, some had seen her as aloof, perceiving herself to be above speaking with the others. “I do think.” He said speaking quietly, in case Lucia lingered. “We should so some caution around her.”

The lycan nodded, agreeing to accompany her. Although for a moment Okello thought she would volunteer to deliver the message. As they began to make their way to the basements, Adele seemed to freeze in her place? “Yes?” He said looking down at her, curios. Using both his superior senses he tried to smell or hear out her concern. There was a scent, particularly familiar to his sire, it could not belong to any other but Xhel, his sole relative. Okello grunted. “I am certain it’s nothing Adele. We would have heard something.” Right? If there was a problem gunfire, or at least a warning from Alena or someone.

He’s getting me out. Giving Alena a piece of his mind. Pablo hoped. At least that confirmed what Xhel had said, Adele hadn’t summoned him. It felt good knowing she hadn’t betrayed him, that seemed to leave Okello. Who likely thought he was trying to help. Pablo scowled. Xhel had enough time to say what needed to be said. Where was he? What had Alena done. The lycan sighed softly, reaching out to his cousin. His mind seemed far, difficult to reach. What was Alena doing? Xhel! Where are you? What happened? I’m getting bored down here, come on. He sat by the edge of his bed, leaning his back against the mattress. Alena? Let him go.. Let me go, please. Pablo sighed, he wouldn’t give it much thought. If Alena hurt Xhel… It would be the end of many things.

Stepping behind Adele following her into Pablo’s room, Okello stood completely still at the within. He nearly shoved past his friend to get inside, his jaw dropping at the bloody sheets. His eyes falling to Pablo who sat on the floor, appearing fine. His sire glanced between the two, before scowling at Okello. “Get out.” His sire said with a pointed finger.
“What?” Questions of concern died on his lip at the angry demand. What had he done wrong? “Pablo? I want to help you please.” He said offering an outstretched hand.
His sire slapped it away. “If that’s the case then leave.” Okello felt a sting in his chest. “I confined in you. And you betrayed me… You should know Okello, certain things speaken between friends should stay that way.”
He glanced momentarily at Adele. Looking for sympathy or support. He found the former, but before she could decide on the latter, he glanced back down at his sire. In his state, he would misconstrue Adele’s aid. “You’re right. I thought it was important Alena knew. She’s the only one who knows any of this, but I was wrong. I’m sorry.” He said. “Just know I care for you.” The red sheets… what had he done? Take care of him… and deliver the message for me. Please. The lycan could feel the knives in his back as Pablo’s stare followed him out the door.

[Xhel]

Desperately he pushed his hips out to meet her. The way she clung tight to him, seizing every inch as snug as a glove elicited a moan from him. Had anything felt so good and tormenting at once, pleasure that demanded more, far more. “Alena, enough.” He whimpered staring out at her. Against pushing his hips out, working her what little he could, only furthering his own desire. “You’re such a tease.” He tried to tear his arms free from her grip. It was too no avail. If she’d just let him go, then he could show a ‘fun’ time, though perhaps making him suffer was her definition of that. Even her lips, briefly locking with his tortured him. They brushed warm and soft as she spoke. Her final words were met with his lips, as he reached out to kiss her once more before falling back. “Anything.” He said, although if truth was spoken everything until now had been worth it. A change was not expected.
Xhel nodded to her command, her words smooth and inviting, beautiful, intoxicating. There was little, no nothing he would not do for her, and now she asked for very little. Quickly adjusting his position to her wishes, letting her pull him. He looked at her, with a smirk before turning away, bracing himself. Her hand fell onto his rear drawing a moan out. How’d she known he would enjoy this? Or was it a happy coincidence, for her pleasure. His body shivered as her palm fell onto him again. Heat flaring flame his rear, a pleasant warmth. There was to little pain, he had trained to ignore it, block it from his mind. It was paying its dividends now more than ever. “Harder.” He said, between clenched teeth. Gasping as Alena obliged, “Ah- ah” his manhood twitch, the pressure continuing to build. Alena’s warm soft hand stroking him was a godsend, until it was over. He glanced at her, over his shoulder, his eyes wrought with pleasure and desire. Why would she stop?
Fortunately, she was not finished. Two more slaps to his rear, again he felt a surge of pleasure, running through him. “Damn.” Xhel said quietly to himself. Again he turned back to her, as she scooted closer, taking him in hand once more. He wanted more, he was so close. “I’ve misbehaved Alena.” He moved a hand between his legs, holding her grip tightly to him, he pushed out his hips, thrusting into their combined grip. He moaned. “I deserve this. Do your worse.” He grunted, finding some relief in their hands, however her let go of as she pulled away. “Please.”

The hunter gripped tightly to the furs in anticipation, on all fours once again, when Alena spanked him once more. “Yes.” He moaned. Shivers running up his spine. He – a voice entered his head, Pablo’s. He growled frustrated. Why now? He couldn’t even make out the words. He should have known better he was – no he was not a room over, he was locked away in a basement, shunned from his friends and freedom. Xhel had intended to convince Alena, here they were having fun.“No, Alena stop.” He reached, out brushing aside her arm. His head suddenly began to ache, sitting up on his knees, he clutched at his hair. “You have to… stop.” He said, grimacing, the pain flaring. “You have to let him go.” Xhel said glancing down at his erection. Staring, for a moment, a look of surprise in his eyes.