Lemon Eyes

[Alena Wulf]

Alena smiled when Xhel insisted he be allowed to go; he was so fucking adorable it nearly hurt. He'd be free to go once she was done with him.

His every gasp and moan only further stoked her desire, and when he placed his hands on her thighs, the queen of lycanthropy could have smiled. Though he attempted to push her away, she wondered if he were truly trying anymore. His hands, his grip felt nice, and she wanted more. Still, she cried out, nearly as much out of surprise as it was pleasure, when he brought his hands down hard onto her ass, pulling her to him. His slap sent lovely waves of heat across her rear and through her core; a shiver ran down her spine, she moved her hips slightly as the sensation took her. A short cry escaped as the hunter's lips and tongue found her again, and he held her tight. This is what she'd wanted; finally Xhel had decided to play along.

Through it all, Alena never ceased to work him. When he started pushing his hips up, the werewolf queen moaned, relaxing slightly. Yet it appeared it hadn't been enough for the human. Again Alena wanted to smile when Xhel rolled them over and she found herself on her back. She arched briefly, pushing her hips up against him, and then eagerly took him as he began to thrust. He was nigh relentless, she would have cried out if she could; oh, how she wanted to feel him rail between her legs like that. A soft whimper escaped, she felt so warm, her core tingling as she pushed her hips up again. Reaching down, arching slightly, Alena searched for the hunter's hair, grabbing it to pull his face down harder against her. It was nearly enough. Her other hand fell hard upon Xhel's ass, squeezing him. She wanted more.

Letting go of the human, she planted her hands on his hips, shoving him off and to the slide enough for her to slide out from under him. "Xhel." Biting her lip softly, a smile on her face, Alena moved to face him, her fingers teasing between his legs. He was so warm and hard, and she'd long been ready.

[Pablo]

Pablo gave Adele’s hand a tight squeeze before she let go. It seemed like she was hesitant. Why? She had gotten out without a hitch. It was a wonder that Adele had escaped. The way Catherine had spoken of his friend, of him even, she wouldn’t let either go. Not without a fight. “Marcus is right.” He said quietly, the almost funny vampire. Two elders and she had escaped… That should not have gone well for her. Catherine had gone after Lucia… OF course she had. Still that made a part of him feel warm. It was difficult to tell what was real with the vampires, what they spoke, how they acted. But Catherine had cared for Lucia, genuinely so. He smiled momentarily. They should have gone with her. Locked away in a cage it was obvious now.

Marcus had let them go. That wasn’t too surprising. “Marcus… he helped Alena, Lucia, and I get away.” He said, noticing Adele as she blushed. Ever since his return she seemed to do that a lot. It was… cute.. distractingly so. Part of him wished she’d stop. “Alena and him had some arrangement. I bet he did not want Catherine to break it. Not with Alena running loose.” The thought of the vampiress still disturbed him. She claimed to had wanted Adele for Lucia’s sake, but the way she had spoken of Addy, when they had spoken of her… Had Adele really surrendered herself for his sake? He bit his lip wanting to ask. He eyed her. She seemed hesitant, words dying on her lips like his own. The lycan frowned. What else had Marcus said? The question was on the tip of his tongue when Adele spoke. “What- Perrin?” What did their sire have to do with any of this. “No…” He said sitting down besides her. “They never asked.” But the way Adele asked… they knew she was Perrin’s. “But they knew about you, how?” It baffled his mind. The obvious answer right out of reach. Catherine had said they’d tasted alike. He nearly blushed at the thought. Catherine’s lips against Adele’s throat. “Addy.” He stammered. “Did you surrender to her? Did you let her bite you?” He said, grabbing her by the forearm and meeting her eyes. The answer was evident. “Why?”

[Xhel]

The hunter shivered as Alena pushed out her hips. Xhel welcomed it, burying himself deeper against her, running his hands down her legs to her thighs, pressing them tight against his head. He couldn’t help, but return the gesture, pushing out his hips, taking her faster, it was a necessity, he acted with little thought. Alena took him in stride, never ceasing to work his length, sucking on him and playing with her tongue. She was so damn warm, had anything ever felt so good? He couldn’t stop, didn’t want to. Relentlessly he continued to thrust into her. A hand grasping his hair, broke his stupor. Willingly he let Alena pull him even closer. His hands slid underneath her thighs, trying to pull her into him, wanting to feel and taste more of her. A open palm across his rear made him reluctantly pull away. A groan escaping from his lips.

Suddenly Alena shoved Xhel off of her. The hunter again gasp, a look of surprise in his eyes, as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “No.” Why did she stop? The cold air hit his crotch, stinging, he wanted to feel her warmth again. The thought made his gut clench. This was Alena he was thinking about. But again, she wouldn’t let him stop, she was making him do this. He had no choice. His name sounded sweet on her lips, he hated that. And the way she smiled. It was beautiful. He found his hand reaching out, brushing his thumb against her cheek, quietly moaning as she played with him. “Alena.” He grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her close, finding her lips, pressing her soft breast against his toned chest, hungrily kissing her. She felt so warm and soft, and his shaft throbbed desperately with desire, still too aware of his exposure to the air. Locked tight he pushed Alena down back onto the bed. His lips straying down to her throat, nibbling, kissing, as he aligned himself. Somehow, she was warmer than before. A wave of heat flowed from her into him as he pushed hard into Alena. “Fuck.” He gasped, a hand on her thigh squeezing, the other in her hair. “Alena you feel so nice.” He could have cursed the words as they slipped from his lips. He wasn’t thinking straight, but at the moment he didn’t want to. Xhel hammered into Alena, rising, and falling, he threw his hips into each thrust as she clung tightly to him. He pulled on her hair, exposing her throat, teasing her with his teeth before pulling away. Eying her he smirked, suddenly grabbing her throat, choking, it hadn’t been loss upon him how much she enjoyed this. He grunted, she felt warmer, tighter, his grip tightened.

[Adele Holst]

Adele nodded absently when Pablo speculated that perhaps Marcus had only been concerned that Catherine would break whatever arrangement he'd made with their queen. It seemed strange to her that a vampire would have helped Alena and Pablo escape, but so many things recently had been... strange. Regardless, her friend hadn't quite seemed to understand what she meant by Marcus appearing unhappy with Catherine's actions. The young woman was about to clarify, when Pablo asked how the vampires knew she was Perrin's. She laughed quietly, smiling wistfully, "I think my- the eyes gave it away." She still sometimes forgot that her irises had taken on the color of Perrin's namesake after her first transformation. She'd never been fond of her reflection as a human, but since turning, gazing into the mirror was a bit unsettling at times: staring into unfamiliar eyes.

Adele watched her best friend carefully as he sat beside her on the bed. She glanced away from his gaze at his second question, feeling a little uncomfortable, letting her blonde hair fall over her face. "I- I didn't know she was going to bite me..." Yet she looked back up when he asked why she'd surrendered, slight confusion across her face. She could have smiled, and perhaps did a bit; he really didn't know? "Pablo, I... I don't know exactly how long... how long it took for Reece to get here and help organize the rescue effort. But I know it was too long. I wasn't going to believe that you'd been taken again. Except, what Catherine said, about the night I found you in that cave... She wasn't just bullshitting; she'd been there, and heard us... And I..." Adele tried smiling for her friend. "She was terrifying. Impossibly fast; I haven't even completely healed from that fight... I was so scared for you. I didn't know how long you'd been trapped there already. And she wanted to hurt you. I, I wasn't even sure if you were still alive." She pushed Pablo playfully, attempting to make light of the situation. "You're my best friend, dummy. I was worried about you."

[Pablo]

“Right.” That was the obvious answer, but it meant Catherine had been familiar with Perrin. They were both ancient, it shouldn’t have been surprising. Pablo sat there quietly thinking, remembering back to the conversation Catherine had with Lucia. The vampire had said Adele had his eyes, hadn’t she? Why had that mattered? The lycan had a few guesses and each one made him shudder. Catherine had pretended Adele was for Lucia, but he wasn’t so certain. The vampire had pretended Pablo belonged to Lucia too, after claiming him. He didn’t want to dwell too long on the thought.

Adele seemed uncomfortable at his query. For a second Pablo thought, perhaps to avoid this line of questioning. A confrontation with that vampire could be scarring in any number of ways. He bit his lip as her hair fell before her face. Tempted to reach out and brush it back instead he listened. Catherine had told the truth in that regard. The image of her fangs buried in Adele’s neck… He tried to banish the thought from his mind. Pablo couldn’t forget how Catherine’s bite had felt. To be held so close to the vampire, her body alluringly soft. And the bite itself. Electrifying. He glanced at Adele. She didn’t seem to want to say more of the subject, but he had to know. Was there something wrong with him. “D-did it feel nice?” He said, pointedly not looking in her direction.

When he looked back at her she seemed to be smiling sheepishly. Yes Catherine had been all of those things. Getting beat by the vampire in an alleyway had not been pleasant. Although he smiled, remembering Lucia laughing softly after describing the moment. The vampire wasn’t just strong. She proved capable of manipulating both him, and Adele. He sighed quietly. That was dangerous. He wanted to scold Addy, but he remembered how easily Catherine had controlled him with the mere mention of his friend’s name. He tried to smile for her, and laughed as he was pushed back. “I know.” He said, his tone light before turning somber. “But Adele.” He grabbed her by the arm. “If she had taken you… we may have never been rescued. You know that right? You can’t ever do that again, promise me, please.” He squeezed. She didn’t know what her life would have become. “Next time you fight to your last breath, or run, there’s no shame retreating to fight again. Just… never let them take you. Even if they’re hurting me. We can’t help each other, if we’re both captive.”

[Adele Holst]

Pablo's follow up question about Catherine's bite made the young woman look up, concern written across her features, only to see that her friend had looked away. What had that vampire done to him? Part of her wanted to reach out to him, to pull him into a hug; but she was afraid if she touched him, he would feel her shame and know every dirty secret of the past. "I-It made me feel weak. Vulnerable." She gazed down at her feet, licking her lips tentatively. And she'd felt complete shame. She'd shifted back to her human form: small, broken and completely exposed, and Catherine had... She'd just ignored any small reserve of privacy Adele might have had left. Pablo could probably have guessed that; but if not, she didn't want him to know. Instead, she simply added, "and cold." Looking away again, color rose to her cheeks, remembering being held in that woman's frigid embrace. One of the scary things was, though, was toward the end, before Okello had shown up and saved her, the bite had started to physically feel good.

Turning to gaze at her friend when he spoke again, Adele bit her lip. Her golden eyes fell to where his hand gripped her arm. Shaking her head, the lycaness tried burying the warm pit of despair she felt growing in her stomach. She couldn't just let him get hurt; she wouldn't. If she'd been taken, she would have found a way out; they would have, together. She couldn't lose him; he was the closest thing she had to a family. "Next time?" Her voice was a whisper, and she shook her head again, meeting his gaze. "No next time." Clearing her throat quietly, Adele attempted to sound like she were giving a command. "We're pack. You're not alone, Pablo. You- you shouldn't have been alone when this all happened in the first place. But there's no way they'll get the drop on you, on us, again." Bringing a small smile to her face, Perrin's heir attempted to convey confidence.

[Pablo]

Pablo kept his gaze averted, less Adele see the shame in his eyes. Every time it had felt good, Lucia, Catherine, from the moment their teeth pierced his skin till the moment they let go. Weak and vulnerable and…? He glanced over his shoulder at Adele. It had never been just that. Certainly they had always left him at their mercy. Cold? The lycan’s eyes darted away. Taking your blood… he supposed that would leave you feeling colder, but their bites had made him feel the opposite. How could it not? Pressed so tight to him, the pleasure of their teeth, always he’d been left warm, and wanting. What was wrong with him? He didn’t want to be like Alena… A degenerate. Adele couldn’t know, he wouldn’t let her.

“Adele.” Pablo kept his soft, but stern, nodding as she shook her head. It was clear, she didn’t want to agree with him. What was she thinking? What could she hope to accomplish? She couldn’t beat Catherine, how could Addy escape from her clutches after the silver? “Yes, next time.” There would be a next time, he could feel it. Heck, he wanted Lucia to take him and willingly go to Catherine. Oh the vampire would try to take advantage of that. He could see it. And even if that’s not what Lucia wanted. She would come for them, if not him, Lucia. And then he would follow. It was inevitable. “You don’t know that.” He smiled as she spoke passionately. But she didn’t seem to understand. He had told her, he didn’t plan on staying. Now though was not the time to remind her. “I get it, as long as you’re around you’ll protect me.” He said nudging her playfully. “.Just humor me. Promise you’ll never try a stunt like that again. Please.”

[Alena Wulf]

The hunter's touch was almost tender as he reached out to brush his thumb across her cheek. Alena rubbed his tip before stroking his length as Xhel pulled her in to taste her lips, pressing their bodies tight. She could feel his desire in the way his tongue searched her mouth; and the queen of lycanthropy found herself scooting her hips closer in anticipation as she was lowered on the bed.

Moaning as Xhel let his lips fall to her throat, playfully nipping at her, Alena helped guide him between her legs. As he pushed into her, cursing, the werewolf cried out, pushing her hips into the man as he began taking her. His thrusts were nigh feverish; and heavenly. The way he gripped her, Alena found herself arching. It was incredibly satisfying to see, and feel, this hunter give in to his desires; she gazed up at him with unrestrained lust in her pale eyes.

She gasped when he craned her head back by the hair, exposing her neck, a smirk rising at the corner of her mouth. He was a quick learner. A shiver ran up her spine, and she found herself squirming slightly, biting her lip for a moment before he dragged his teeth playfully across her throat. A cry had just started to escape when the hunter grabbed her throat, choking her. Immediately, Alena pushed her hips hard against the human, her mouth opening in bliss. Warmth had already filled her, but she found herself quickly overcome with an abundance of pleasure. Bringing one arm up, Alena gripped the sheets above her head tight, letting her other hand fall to Xhel's toned chest. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to pull him in harder as she felt her body seize, and heat-filled bliss consumed her.

[Adele Holst]

Adele's spirits fell as Pablo insisted she make a promise to him, but she never let her smile fall. He didn't believe her; or he didn't care, she wasn't sure which hurt more. The way he insisted that there would be a next time; all she could hear was that damned vampire saying that Lucia had made meals of both Pablo and Catherine. Beyond complete and utter terror and disdain she felt toward that vampiress, she did kind of get the feeling that she viewed Lucia somewhat positively. Who knew how long that would last if Catherine realized what Lucia's bite could do. Yet she couldn't help but wonder how Luca felt toward the vampire. Pablo had said he didn't want to stick around the den, for reasons she could sympathize with; but he wouldn't seriously be considering leaving here to join up with that monster, right?

She didn't want to entertain the thought. She wouldn't. They had to focus on the present.

Glancing away briefly to lick her lips, Adele met her friend's eyes, nodding slightly for him. "Ya, ok." She frowned, "I promise."

Sighing quietly, the lycaness glanced around the room,; she hadn't come down here to get upset at her friend or to make him upset... Standing carefully, she approached the television sitting across from the foot of the bed. Her back to her friend, Adele turned the TV on, "You know," changing channels until something jumped out at her. When was the last time she'd watched television? "I sort of expected you to be louder after coming home with solid, living proof that your odd theory about the werewolf leader knowing the vampire king intimately turned out to be true." She glanced back at her friend playfully, before turning back to the TV, continuing to switch channels. After a couple dozen channels had gone by, Adele stopped on the first channel showing a cartoon and left it there, returning to the bed.

"So," kicking off her shoes to get comfy, the young woman sat beside her friend, shoving her hands into her hoodie pockets, "Tell me about her." She smiled genuinely, referring to the hybrid that had won Pablo's affection.

[Xhel]

The sight before Xhel was maddening. Alena lost in lust, crying out without restraint. How could a creature so vile, sound so lovely and look so beautiful. Even as he choked her, or maybe more so. She seemed defenseless to the act, susceptible to surrender. She was a dirty little thing. He enjoyed that more than he should have. He gasped as she began to work her hips against him. His thrust matching the timing of her movement, pushing him deeper and further against her. Xhel couldn’t help but smirk as Alena squirmed beneath him, reaching out to grab the sheets. His hand fell to her breast, touching her as she touched his chest. Her warm soft hands felt so nice. He wanted to feel her touch all over his body. That could wait. Alena’s flaring heat meant she was close. She still demanded attention and his throbbing body could not deny her.

“Alena.” Xhel moaned her name once more as she wrapped her thighs around him, pulling him in closer. It seemed he was just as much at her mercy as she was his, he didn’t fight it. His hand slid off her chest, grabbing her arm, as he gasped. Alena’s heat held him tight, she arched against his body her thighs clamped tight around him. He felt paralyzed in her fire, his body careening, his muscles tensed, and his body seized, but he did not finish. The hunter wanted more from the lycan. Sweat dripped down him, as he finally freed Alena’s throat grabbing her tight by shoulders, meeting her gaze. The passion in her eyes asked more of him. He was still happy to give. It was what he wanted. An image of Alena, her hand in his guiding him up the stairs emptied her mind. The smile on her lips, the subtle sway of her hips with every step, teasing him with was to come. That had settled it. He pushed off her backing away, and bless Alena she let him go. She was content to let him use her as he pleased. That thought should have concerned him, but it was for another time.

“Time for a little payback.” Grabbing Alena by the hips, Xhel quickly rolled her over. Waiting no time, not ever for her to prop onto all fours his open palm fell down against her ass. Its softness, the way it jiggled, he kneaded her flesh before dropping his palm once more. Had he perceived a derrière so fine. His mouth felt dry, his dick throbbed with wanting. Both hands fell down hard onto her hips, pulling Alena in close before sliding between her thighs. Parting her, he pushed his full length into her. Still slick and warm he slid in easily. Whimpering. “You like this, don’t you?” He said spanking her as began to rock his hips. Deliver short but quick and hard thrust into Alena.