Lemon Eyes

[Alena Wulf]

The hunter's reaction to her hand striking his flesh brought a satisfied smile to her face. Everything, from the way he tensed and writhed, to the low moans of pleasure escaping him, tickled the queen of werewolves. He reacted to the spanking far more positively than she'd anticipated, and as he placed a hand over hers, speaking, Alena watched his features. The way he thrusted into their grip; his voice, so taken by bliss, this was better than she'd hoped.

"I was wrong about you, Xhel." The werewolf said as the hunter fell back onto his hands. She didn't leave him waiting long before bringing a hand down upon his rear. "I took you for a prude, and for that, I'm sorry." Slapping him again, the smile could be heard in her words. She would have him soon, and he'd truly be able to enjoy their fun. Slapping him again, she watched his flesh turn more rosey shades of red, licking her lips.

When Xhel attempted to brush aside her arm, sitting up on his knees, Alena closed the distance again, pressing herself to him. One hand strayed between his legs as he gazed down, the other crawled up his arm, across his throat, gripping his neck playfully before moving to touch the side of his head. Soon enough, she could feel Pablo attempting to reach her. She didn't let the pup's message come through, but it was as she suspected: he'd reached out to his cousin. And now the poor man felt conflicted.

Pressing her lips along his shoulder, up his neck, Alena nibbled playfully on the hunter's earlobe. "Xhel," she spoke intimately in his ear, pressing her hips against his body as her other hand worked him, "You have been very naughty." Running the fingers of her other hand through his hair, the wolf queen turned the hunter's head to kiss him deep.

He felt so warm in her hands, practically throbbing; and Alena had almost had enough of teasing herself. Shoving Xhel onto his sore rear, the mother of lycanthropy was on him quick, taking him within her. Resting her forearms on his shoulders, Alena couldn't help but grind her hips back and forth before truly taking the human.

[Xhel]

Each slap sent luxuriant waves of pleasure up his spine and through his manhood. Xhel’s smirk came out as a smile as Alena spoke. He clenched tightly to the furs as her hand fell onto him once more. Biting his lip, he was quite literally salivating. “Don’t apologize.” Even bracing himself he flinched against the contact. “You couldn’t have known.” A whimper escaped his lips. More, harder, he wanted to beg, just as the message found him.

They had to stop. It was unfair to Pablo, locked away alone, while he lost himself in Alena’s flesh and passion. What was he doing? Xhel glanced down at his exposed manhood. “I can’t believe I’m saying this- but” The words died in the back of his throat as Alena’s hand moved to stroke him. “Fuck.” He gasped, he was so close, the pressure was immense, he was almost certain he would burst. “No, Alena… we” Her warmth besides him, the way she ground against his hip, her breast pressed tight against him, so soft, they were a distraction. They had to… he gasped again, Alena working him delicately. It felt not a bit of him went unstimulated. “I…” Those lips melted away the last of his protest. Something had been wrong, but how could it matter compared to what he felt now. His heart raced, every inch of his body, shivering with pleasure. Xhel moaned for every kiss, his name spoken from her lips were the sweetest sounds to grace his ears. He shivered, nodding to her words. “I have. Punish me.” He said, right before she kissed him. His every muscle tensed, he glanced down once more. Watching as she stroked him, so close, ready for the moment her hand fell onto his rear again. It never came. He was shoved onto his backside. For a moment, he thought to protest yet as the lycan Queen fell onto his lap, again every thought died in his head. She took him, her heat enveloping Xhel.

The hunter could not help, but moan. Every time she fell onto him, his body was wrought with bliss. He practically squirmed against her, wrapping his arms around Alena, holding on for dear life. He grunted trying to compose himself. Kissing Alena’s shoulder, as his hands found her waist. Xhel moved with her. Rising his hips as she fell, pulling her hard down, only to lift her and begin again. “Alena!” He cried out, suddenly as she felt a vice like grip tighten around him. “Faster, Alena.” He said into her ear, keeping his voice low. “Please, I’m so close.”

[Alena Wulf]

Xhel's every gasp and moan, the tormented look in his eyes as his protests came to an end and he gave in to her touch, had Alena licking her lips for what was to come. Even though coerced, there was something incredibly satisfying about hearing the hunter moaning beneath her.

As his hands found their way to her hips, pulling her down harder, the queen of werewolves cried out, a grin covering her face as she felt her core tighten in bliss. Hearing the human cry out her name in pleasure tickled her to no end. Every thrust felt more and more desperate, and when he spoke into her ear, asking for release, Alena turned to press her lips to his. "So you can behave. You should be rewarded."

Kissing him again momentarily, the wolf queen pushed Xhel down, his back across her bed. Placing one hand lightly on the center of his chest, Alena took the man faster, harder. And as she did so, she withdrew her influence from the hunter's mind, letting him act of his own accord; his own will. Running her other hand up, into her own hair, she gasped, already feeling warmth beginning to swell between her legs once again.

[Adele Holst]

Xhel was here to get Pablo out, and he was giving Alena a piece of his mind? That was what she was worried about. She imagined that Xhel's opinion toward the pack mother included more than a few silver bullets. The young woman wanted to have Okello's optimism that Xhel's presence on the Den's grounds would be alright, but their friend's response wasn't exactly encouraging.

Biting her lip, Adele entered Pablo's room first; the color draining from her face as she saw her friend's sheets, stained with blood. "Was zie..." His blood, by the scent of it. She was about to rush over to her best friend, when he eyed Okello, ordering him to leave. "Pablo?" Her voice came out as a whisper and the blonde winced involuntarily. She could feel the sting as if Pablo were telling her to leave; his tone was similar to when she'd found him in his cave in Oslo. Bringing a hand up to her lips, Adele gazed at Pablo; that was another thing she'd wanted to mention to him...

When he slapped Okello's hand away, she took a step closer to the two; Okello didn't deserve that. "Pablo..." But as she was about to say more, Okello interjected, speaking up before ultimately following his sire's order. Adele let her golden eyes meet his as he turned back to leave, nodding to his mental message."Of course, Okello."

She kept her gaze on Pablo as the door to his room was opened again for Okello to leave, then closed. The bloody sheets, however, quickly commanded her attention once more as she was left alone with her best friend. Moving quickly toward her friend's side, Adele dropped to her knees beside him, grabbing one of his arms while looking him over. "What the fuck happened?"

[Lucia Drusa Severa]

Following behind Reece, the hybrid was lost in her thoughts. It had been quite lovely meeting Okello and getting to speak more with Addy, but she needed Pablo. Her chest felt like a hole had been ripped through it; a hole that she believed Dane had helped to fill, when the reality was he'd only torn it open more. Pablo had more than proven his love for the girl; Lucia needed to find him so she could get him out. So nothing could ever come between them again. She sighed quietly, for now, unfortunately, she might simply have to settle on getting a letter to him. He could still communicate with her, and his nightly messages had helped get her through the past few nights. But she was unable to speak to him. It wasn't fair at all; how could her mother be so cruel?

Reaching the main floor, Lucia slowed her pace behind Reece, glancing around. Something smelled different; and why did it seem so quiet? It almost smelled like, like Pablo except... The hybrid stood taller, her crimson eyes gazing off toward the back of the mansion. Was it that hunter, Pablo's cousin? The one who'd come for him in London? It certainly smelled like it.

The girl found herself wandering off down a different hall, separating herself from her appointed babysitter, toward the source of the scent. It didn't seem like such a mystery as to why the hunter would be here; but she was confused as to why her mother was allowing him free roam of the den. Their relationship was strange. Even her father had seemed to enjoy playing with this hunter; she assumed her parents were toying with him, at least she believed that's what Raven had done. But why even bother? Humans were weak, beneath them, good only for nourishment; they might as well be simply called livestock. Sure, it was fun to play with a meal for a bit, but this seemed excessive.

Catching the soft sound of steps walking down the adjacent hall, Lucia peaked around the corner. There they were. The girl grimaced, of course her mother was striding around the building naked again. But at the wolf queen's side, a man walked with her. A human; the one who smelled like Pablo. Subconsciously bringing a hand to her gut where the hunter had cut her with silver during their meeting in London, Lucia could feel her fangs ache. What had Pablo said his name was again? Try as she might, she couldn't remember. Her crimson eyes seemed to flicker slightly, and she realized just how thirsty she was.

"Go to your room, my child."

Lucia ducked quickly back, behind the corner as her mother spoke. How had Alena seen her? Wait, was her mother holding hands with the hunter? Waiting a moment as she heard her mother walk further away, Lucia peered back around the corner. They were holding hands; and the hunter seemed to let his gaze linger on Alena, taking in the woman's body. The girl almost huffed audibly, annoyed; but silenced herself in time.

Hadn't the hunter said something about wanting to shoot her mother when he was in London? Following a little behind the two, Lucia ducked behind another corner as the lycan queen stopped outside of her bedroom, pulling the hunter in close. The girl's mouth opened in slight distaste.

"You tease... Come here." As the hunter spoke, Lucia stole another glance toward the pair. He seemed eager to follow Alena into the room.

In London, the human had told her to ask why a hunter would ever aid the queen of werewolves. The girl had assumed it had to do with the fact that the hunter's cousin was a werewolf; but now she wasn't so sure. Were they sleeping together?

This wasn't fair. Her mother could have anyone she wanted; and all Lucia wanted was Pablo, yet Alena insisted on keeping them apart. Angry, red heat rose in her; the hybrid wanted to break down her mother's door and demand she allow Pablo to leave with her. She felt on the verge of screaming, and brought an arm back to punch through the nearest wall.

Just as she was about to send her fist through said wall, a firm, cold grip wrapped itself around her wrist, stopping any forward momentum she'd had. "Lucia." The voice behind her was calm, masculine, and unfamiliar to her.

Lucia turned swiftly, ready the send her other fist into this person's face. But this strike, too, was caught and held in place. Glaring angrily up into the face of her might-be assailant, the hybrid's features turned to disbelief, and she almost staggered back.

The man in front of her, while not exactly a mirror image, strongly resembled the late vampire king, her father, Raven Lestat.

[Xhel]

It was impossible not to grin as Alena seized tight around Xhel. The way her body tensed, and flared with heat nearly drove him over the brink. It hadn’t, unfortunately, the thought of finishing with Alena excited him, he could think of nothing more satisfying. The strength in which she held him, and she was so damn soft and warm. He nodded eagerly as Alena spoke, finding her lips. “And here, I thought I’ve been bad.” He said in a low voice. His entire body feeling warm. The pressure building was immense, he was uncertain if he’d ever been so hard. Fuck, he wanted to finish in her.

One more times their lips locked before Alena pushed Xhel back. He didn’t resist, falling onto the mattress, squirming underneath her as he felt another jolt of pleasure run through him. “Don’t stop.” He moaned, his arms writhing above his head as he bit his lip. It wasn’t enough, one hand buried into the sheets as the other grabbed Alena by the hip. Watching the rise and fall of her breast as she worked him, he answered with his own motion, pushing up as she fell. “Fuck” He whispered, squeezing her soft flesh hard. And then something changed.

An awareness set into his mind, it was like waking from a dream, if only the dream hadn’t ended. Xhel’s eyes flared open as the realization set in. Glaring, still he couldn’t help but, squirm. His hand tried to slip underneath Alena’s hip, push off of him. His actions, they hadn’t been his own. A second hand fell onto his chest, holding down hard, he tried to swipe her arms away. “What did you do to me?!” He yelled angrily, biting his lip afterwards, she seemed to take him quicker, harder, but damn did it feel right. And had ever seen a sight so intoxicating, Alena’s curvaceous form, taking him wild and untamed. It made his heart race. But it was wrong. So wrong. “Stop.” He managed, the pleasure wrought in his voice. He would never.. Not with Alena… Not with this monster. She had tampered with his mind. Wasn’t he better than this. The pressure in him began to surge upward. “No.” He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. Xhel glanced left the right, desperately looking for a weapon, anything. “No…. Alena.. Ahh-“ He came, hard, his seed spilling into Alena, hips involuntarily jerking upwards into her. His hands clenched tight, one on her thigh, the other on her shoulder, as he squirmed underneath her. Another surge and his hips jerked once more. “No…” He whispered quietly. Then he collapsed, every muscle relaxing, as he sunk into the mattress. His hands resting on her body. “Why?” He said, more to himself than her, but the answer was obvious, and did not matter. She’d wanted to dominate him, show how much control she had in any given moment. And he was going to kill her for it.

“You’re dead” Xhel growled angrily. The thought of what she’d done made a heat flare from his relaxed body. He slid the hand to her neck, choking, while he grabbed at her arm less she struggle feet. His eyes full of hatred. But really what he felt more than anything was a deep shame. She'd dominated him... not just physically, but mentally. And worse of all his body had enjoyed it. He was still hard in her.

[Alena Wulf]

Licking her lips in anticipation, Alena gazed down on the hunter; each time he thrust up to meet her, waves of bliss passed over her. She smiled. Don't worry, the lycan queen thought, I don't plan on stopping. She could hardly wait to feel what resistance he would attempt to give.

Xhel's realization was evident in his eyes, and in his grip; Alena gasped, pleased. Pressing the hand on his chest down firmly, she continued taking the man. His attempts to push her off of him, to push her away, only made her quicken her pace, resting her second hand upon the hunter to keep him down. Oh, he was angry, she knew he would be; but the sight of him biting his lip even after yelling at her was incredibly enticing. She'd been waiting for this, looking forward to this: his attempts to fight back. Even as he tried to throw her off, she took him harder. She moaned, such lovely bliss coursing through her. Alena felt so close to finding another peak.

The hunter's command to stop, was overshadowed by the pleasure in his voice. Biting her own lip in an attempt to restrain the smile at the corners of her mouth, the queen of lycanthropy shook her head slightly. She wasn't going to stop; not until he gave in and took her; not until she was done. His frantic searching for, what she guessed, his guns, or anything else, seemed to be only the precursor to his inevitable release. As Xhel gripped her hard, thrusting upward again as he found bliss, Alena cried out. The last, desperate thrusts from the hunter before his body relaxed had her shivering subtly.

Slowing her pace, she watched him with her pale blue eyes, her smile soft, "I'm glad we could come to this arrangement." Truly; the hunter had renewed her interest in continuing their truce and pact.

His angry threat nearly made her smile grow wider; it wasn't until he gripped her throat tight that she let her grin show. As he grabbed her arm, as if trying to keep her from pulling away, Alena leaned forward a little, into his grip. Meeting the hunter's gaze, the bliss in her eyes was evident, and she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding against him. Yes, this would do the trick. As her air was cut off under the hunter's grip, she seized hard, an impassioned cry attempting to escape her lungs as she worked her hips. Her features contorted in ecstacy, and the queen of lycanthropy found herself wriggling her hips as the pleasure consumed her.

Even as her climax passed, Alena continued to rock her hips back and forth. Bringing her hands up to grab the hunter's wrists, she pried their grip away, pinning his arms down beside his head, leaning over him slightly, dark hair falling over her face. "Yes, you have been bad. But there's hope for you yet."

[Xhel]

Alena’s smile should have been enough of a sign for Xhel to realize that his efforts were not working, but he was desperate, needing an escape from this wretched woman. Had he really? With her? His gut wrenched in disgust at the thought. Despite knowing he could deny her beauty nor the pleasing warmth from within her. It wasn’t until she began to rock her hips and meet his gaze, did he realize what was happening. She was enjoying this. What was wrong with her? She was worse than a hormone ridden teenager. Fine, if that was the way she wanted to go, there were worse ways, he squeezed harder. “You bitch. I would never agree to this.” The bliss never seemed absent from her eyes. She wasn’t the bit concerned. He grit his teeth just as she seized tight around him. His mouth going dry at the sight of Alena arching. The way she tried to force a cry out, her expression wrought with pleasure… it was nearly breathtaking. That did matter, he had one thought in mind, ending her. That proved to be wishful thinking.

His grip was broken easily, and a grunt of frustration. “You win, Alena.” He said between clenched teeth as she still worked him. It was pleasant, the heat of a lycan’s flesh was something he hadn’t expected. She had performed… quite adequately. He didn’t have more to give, but for her efforts he was still hard. Xhel’s muscles strained as he pushed against Alena’s grip. It was useless. She had him. If he wasn’t inside of her, he could maneuver his way free, but that didn’t seem to be the case. “I’m not playing this game with you, Alena. I have nothing more to give.” He met her gaze. “I’m spent…”

[Pablo]

A heavy weight formed in Pablo’s gut as he watched Okello leave the room. That hadn’t felt good, but it had to be done. The lycan was unconvinced at his own thoughts. His friends were just trying to help. It was not their fault they’d fallen for Alena’s lies. With all of her age it seemed easy to divert t o her wisdom. Especially when everything felt so complicated. He felt an angry heat rise at the thought of Alena. He could not reach Xhel’s mind anymore, or hers. Why was she tortuting him? Turning his friends against him, keeping Lucia away, taking Xhel and… He didn’t want to think of what Alena was doing to his couison. If she was hurt him, heck if she’d even touched Xhel, how could there be trust between them again.

Pablo watched as Adele sat down. He tried to pull his arm away. “Xhel was here to take me away…” The lycan rested his head against a knee. “He went to demand my freedom from Alena, and now she has him. I can’t feel Xhel’s mind, it’s there but closed to me, I don’t know why I-“ He glanced up at Adele. Concern in her eyes, the bloody sheets behind his head commanding her attention. “Oh… this?” He glanced back at Adele. “It’s not what you think. I wasn’t… hurting myself.” Pablo would never. “Well it did hurt.” HE said wistfully. “But what’s a little pain?” How did he explain this to Addy, she wouldn’t understand, would she? There was nothing he wouldn’t do for Lucia, for anyone he loved. “I wanted to get Lucia” Butterflies fluttered in his gut at the mention of her name. “my blood, without her having to bite me. Everybody wins. I don’t think it made Alena very happy. She’s hellbent on making me miserable.” He said, speaking quite casually to his friend. The weight of the moment did not show in his voice, but in his gaze. Pablo shook for a moment, clutching Adele’s arm in return.

[Alena Wulf]

The wolf queen watched contentedly as Xhel struggled against her grip, the muscles in his arms and along his torso flexing beautifully. It was a more than pleasant sight; Alena found herself grinding into him a little more.

As the hunter spoke, the werewolf smiled; he was lying to himself if he thought that was going to free him from her desires. "Now that's just not true, Xhel." The hunter, though human, still had plenty to give, she was sure, and plenty of fight still left as well. Did he mistake her for some newly bred pup? He wasn't the first human, or hunter, to have ever been pinned beneath her.

Still gripping the man's wrists, Alena lowered herself onto her elbows, pressing her chest to Xhel's as she rotated the movement of her hips slowly. "Is this all the fire you have, Hunter? No more death threats?"

Sighing softly, the mother of lycanthropy sat back up, letting go of the man's wrists to rest one hand lightly below his bellybutton, while the other trailed behind her back, between his legs, carefully touching him. "If I were in your place, Xhel," and she had been less than a week ago, "I'd give in and enjoy it." Her smile was sublime as she maneuvered to take him slowly.