Lemon Eyes

[Pablo]

There could not have been a less heartfelt promise from his friend, Pablo returned Adele’s frown briefly. She would get herself in trouble again for his sake. Damn her, she’d make leaving the den difficult for him. The thought of Catherine… anyone getting a hold of Adele made him sick to the stomach. Was that what she wanted? To bind him to her and the den?

He watched the lycan move across the room. Pablo listened idly as she flipped through the channels on the television. Oh Addy. He could have laughed at her words, but at least he smiled. She lacked imagination or at least a sense of romance. “Adele it was never a theory. I knew it was true.” It had been obvious hadn’t it? A few questions to the older lycan. When you learned the number of times Alena ended up his prisoner. The number of times the two leaders had rendezvous only for Alena to end up his prisoner. And if you were privy to some of Alena’s sexual preferences. Say if your room was next to hers. Then it wasn’t hard to deduce. “ It’s not my fault you couldn’t see it.” There was of course the way the news of Raven’s death had affected Alena. May she hid it better from the others, but you didn’t mourn that way for just an enemy.

Pablo scooted over giving Adele enough room to sit besides him. Her question was a surprise and he found himself red faced. She wanted to hear about Lucia? “Where to begin?” He said heartedly. “Addy, she’s amazing.” Pablo turned to look at her a spark in his eyes. “You’ve met her, she’s beautiful.” The most beautiful.” But it’s not just that. She’s friendly, and playful.” In many ways they were alike. Was that why they felt so strongly for another. “And when you get to know her you’ll see how kind she is. She’d do anything for her friends.” He eyed Adele, did she want to get a word in? She seemed resigned to listen, he sat up slightly. “She’s intelligent too.” She didn’t always make the wises choices, but this wasn’t time to talk about her few flaws. “And a talented musician.” His mouth kept running. “And when we-“He paused. That, he knew Adele did not want to her about. “- are together everything seems right in the world. I feel safe and happy.” It was more than that, but he wasn’t sure if he could put in words.

[Alena Wulf]

The growing heat between her legs as the hunter continued to take her would have been completely breathtaking had he not been choking her. Yet Alena's body seized, her muscles clenching tight, taken entirely by bliss. Watching as Xhel gasped, his own body flexing as she came, only added to the sheer euphoria of it all. For a human, this man's body was a work of art; she'd waited too long to taste him, she should have done this years ago.

Gasping as he released his hold on her throat, Alena wiggled her hips, licking her lips as Xhel gazed upon her before pulling away. She let him move back, relaxing her legs. There was something about the look in his eyes as he pulled away; she wanted more. And lucky her, he seemed inclined to indulge her. What had been the point of resisting her in the first place; was it pride?

Propping herself up on an elbow, ready to follow him up, the werewolf queen arched an eyebrow when the hunter spoke, a smirk lifting a corner of her mouth. When he flipped her onto her stomach, Alena was quick to get on her knees, scooting back, toward the hunter. Yet his hand, eager, found its mark before she'd fully gotten to her knees. Crying out as he struck her rear, the pleasure more than evident in her voice, the wolf queen arched as the heat from his strike left a pleasant afterglow. She couldn't help but moan as Xhel squeezed her behind, before slapping her again. Even that simple act had her aching for more; yet she remained still, only arching her back as pleasant shivers ran up her spine. She wanted to see what he would do.

And she wasn't left waiting long. The hunter seemed as eager as she, though perhaps not as patient, as he grabbed her hips, pulling her closer. This was alright with her, though; she'd been more than ready this entire time. She inhaled sharply, crying out as he pushed into her, spanking her once more. That, alone, had nearly been enough to push her over again. A wide grin covered her face moments before the hunter spoke again, and she seized hard, "Yes!" For a mortal, he'd taken this all in stride. Every thrust sent waves of bliss through her core, Alena couldn't help but moan, pushing back as he came forward, taking all he had to offer. "Harder, Xhel!" She wanted him to slap her again and feel his grip grow tighter at her hips as he desperately pulled her in for each thrust.

[Adele Holst]

Smiling when Pablo insisted that the relationship between Alena and the former king of vampires had been obvious, the young woman could have rolled her eyes. But she was just happy to see her friend smiling, even if it was because he thought she was being naive.

Sitting beside her friend, she watched him as he seemed to have trouble finding the right words to describe Lucia. Adele could have laughed, she'd never seen her best friend so flustered before; and over a girl, no less. Yet she remained quiet as he finally began describing what the hybrid was like, and what he saw in her. She laughed quietly when Pablo insisted how beautiful Lucia was; yes, she had met the girl. And yes, she was pretty; that had never been in question. Gazing toward the TV as her friend spoke, Adele lay back on the bed, resting the back of her head in her hands, considering Pablo's words. Friendly and playful; kind and loyal. That last bit was a little concerning; loyal to who? What if she still considered some of the vampires her friends? Still, she remained quiet, gazing back up at her friend as he continued.

When he mentioned that she was a talented musician, Adele smiled. Now there was something she might have in common with the hybrid. Adele had never really picked up any instrument long term, but she did enjoy her share of music. The young lycan was about to ask more about the music bit, but kept quiet as her friend continued to speak. She felt color rise to her cheeks when Pablo paused, before stating that he felt safe and happy when they were together. Laughing slightly, Adele gazed up into her friend's eyes; she didn't think she'd ever heard him talk like this before, and certainly not about that. She was willing to listen if that's what he wanted to speak about; she was just caught off guard by the introduction of the subject.

Yawning quietly as she lay back in the bed, Adele smiled. It seemed he may have said all he wanted to on the matter of... being together with Lucia. "What are her favorite bands? What does she play?" In an attempt to find some common ground with her best friend's girlfriend, Adele brought the subject back to music.

[Pablo]

The lycan laid back down onto the bed as his friend did, glancing over at Adele to gauge her thoughts. She seemed a bit quiet, was the conversation bothering her? They’d never talked about this sort of thing before. Then again, Lucia was the first girl to truly catch his eye. It was like she’d been waiting for him this entire time, or him for her, it was all the say. Regardless, anybody else would have been a distraction along the way. If only he could see her. Pablo didn’t mind speaking of Lucia, why would he? She was amazing, but stuck in a cage, separate from her, it was impossible to ignore the distance between them.

Finally, Adele spoke up, having something to latch on to, music. That was good, the two women were quite different, but he wasn’t sure this would be common ground. He smiled, he could imagine Lucia saying she is too sophisticated for contemporary music. All he had heard from her seemed to be classical, but he wasn’t an expert on the subject. “I think she likes Bach.” He said with a dumb grin. “I’m not sure if she listens to modern bands.” Pablo snickered, what does play? Adele really lacked imagination. “Piano Addy.” He said, with a yawn of his own. A wave of exhaustion suddenly hitting him like a truck. It was nearly sunrise. This seemed to be a common occurrence lately, falling asleep so early. If only he could be laying besides Lucia. The thought flashed into his head, the two entangled waiting for sleep to arrive. “What about you Addy? How are things with Damian?” He said with a yawn. She smelt like him again.

[Xhel]

“Hnnn” Xhel bowed his head, grunting as Alena cried out and seized tight. The lustwrought tone in her voice and the strength and heat in which she held Xhel was nearly enough to push him over the edge, but he obstained. He wanted to enjoy this, for as long and as much as he could. Never again. He reminded himself. Best to get what pleasure he could not. Xhel shuddered, the hand on her rear squeezing tight, digging his fingers into her flesh, struggling to find perch. “Fuck.” Despite it all, he still rocked his hips, the moment came and pass, the pressure between his legs subsiding as Alena subtly relaxed around his length. Still he shook, breathing deeply to steady himself. He relaxed his hold, sliding one hand to her hip, the other continuing to explore the woman’s flesh. He ran his down the curve of her spine, between her buttocks before resting on her ass.

Alena suddenly pushed back onto him. Xhel shuddered once more, though to not the same extent, taking it in stride. Xhel bit his lips, nodding as Alena spoke. Harder? Alena was insatiable. But what did it say of him that he was more than ready to give. He squeezed her ass one last time before raising his palm above his head, striking down against her soft flesh with all t he strength he possessed. To his delight Alena cried out, her lovely voice stirring his desire. Again. His hand fell onto the same area. Her pink skin turning red. Alena rewarding him with another cry. It was so damn satisfying, he unleashed upon her. Bringing his palm down, with every hard thrust. Spanking one cheek before bringing the back of his hand down against the other. He was relentless. His free hand digging its fingers deep into Alena’s hip. Trying to hold her still to no avail. When he delivered his final strike she squirmed. He grunted, grinding his teeth as he gripped tight to her thigh, continuing his assault. The hunter let out a moan, growing louder every time he collided into Alena. Their bodies slapping together. “Alena, I’m close.” She seemed to push back onto him quicker, harder, he wouldn’t be out done. He met her speed, her strength. Moaning. A thought entered his mind. He couldn’t finish in her, not willing. But as he felt the pressure surge, and he backed away, the lycan queen pushed back once more, clenching him tight in her heat, ending what little fight remained. Xhel instead pushed his length into her, as she convulsed around him, drawing out his climax. “Alena…” Her name droned on his lips as he climax made him shudder. He felt exulted, his skin tingly and alive as he stared down at the shapely woman before him. What beauty, it was a shame it had to end. “Never again, Alena.” He said, his voice soft and pleasant, as he pushed back on her hips, pulling out. He shivered once more. The cool air in contrast to her heat. It wasn’t fair. He almost wanted to push back in for the warmth alone. His body felt weak, and worn out. How long had they? It didn’t matter. He fell back onto the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. A few moments passed. “You and I need to talk.”

[Alena Wulf]

He played so well, Alena moaned, finding herself squirming beneath his strikes. As the hunter struck her harder, pulling her in faster, the queen of werewolves cried out, her skin tingling pleasantly as bliss came over her in waves. Even as she pushed back harder, Xhel met her with a similar fervor. He was far more perverse than he let on; how fortunate for her.

When he spoke, warning of his imminent climax, Alena found herself moaning low, pushing back into him, and to sit up on her knees, to feel his chest against her back. His grip on her growing desperate, the lycan queen cried out again, feeling herself seize once more. The human's moaning in her ear sent shivers up her spine, and she moved her hips purposefully.

Reaching for one of his hands as his climax came to an end, she led it to a breast, simply to feel his rough grip again. Letting him pull away, Alena kept her pale eyes on the man as he fell onto the bed, gazing up at the ceiling. "Very well." There was the softest hint of a smile on her face as she gazed at the human, lowering herself to stretch out next to him. He was not the first hunter to vow that after a tryst; time would tell if he would stand by that, or if he'd seek her out again. She couldn't deny the satisfaction he'd given her. Yet these men could be so hard on themselves, sometimes; believing themselves to be righteous, and beyond such simple pleasures. For a moment, Alena's smile grew; perhaps this one would bring her end and reunite her with her love.

Biting her lip, she pushed the thought away; that's what had started this in the first place.

Xhel seemed almost exhausted, yet there was a content relaxation in his features. Without another word, the lycan queen moved closer, draping an arm across the hunter's chest, resting her head along his shoulder. The slight change in his breathing as she got close could have made her laugh; yet she remained quiet, feeling adequately pacified. After a couple moments of silence, the hunter spoke again. Gazing up to meet his eyes, the queen of lycanthropy spoke pleasantly, "You have my attention, Xhel."

[Xhel]

Xhel reveled in the bliss. His body felt light, his skin tingled pleasantly, and every breath he took settled his beating heart. That had been exhilarating, but it had been with Alena. It was almost enough to groan in disgust, but he would feel shame another time. Her bed was entrapping, it was soft, his body sinking, beckoning him to close his eyes and give in to sleep. The thought of moving alone was a most dissatisfying prospect. Xhel sighed. The nonchalance in Alena’s voice. It seemed she maybe expected him to come crawling back to her. As… enlightening as the experience had been, he would never indulge her again.

It was unexpected when Alena stretched out beside him. His gaze couldn’t help, but fall to her chest, admiring her form. Now that she’d thoroughly used him, he thought she’d be done with him, onto what matter acquired her attention. It seemed she showed her victims more intimacy than expected. He tensed as she pressed herself against him, draping her arm across his chest. Much more intimacy than expected. Xhel withheld another sigh. Despite what happened, being this close to Alena left him alert. Yet her intentions seemed… tender. It took a moment, but he settled in, his body relaxing once more, against the mattress, against her. It was comforting her warmth, he found him resting his hand on the small of her back. Caressing her, occasionally trailing down to feel her rear. He glanced down at her, the proximity was still unsettling. With Alena of all people. It was surreal. Looking into her pale blue eyes he sighed. It wasn’t a postcoital subject he ever expected to broach. Yet she must have known it was coming. “You can’t keep him locked in that cage. I don’t know what happened Alena, not entirely, but keep this up, and he’ll hate you, forever. And not for keeping him away from your daughter.” He said, calm but with a hint of stern. “But for keeping him from the night. The fresh air. He’ll remember when it’s over. It was you who put him in a cage. And not only will he hate you, he’ll leave.” Xhel paused, he didn’t know why he was telling her this. That’s what he wanted? For Pablo to depart this place forever. Yet he knew his cousin would always be happier here. “Besides… trapped alone with his thoughts, he’ll never get over her.”

[Adele Holst]

Watching her friend smile when she asked more about Lucia, Adele expected for Pablo to list off some bands she'd never heard of before. Yet his answers were not exactly what she'd hoped. Bach. Like, the old old stuff? Wasn't Lucia around their age, except only a little younger than Pablo? Sure, her parents were old as hell, she figured; but how could she not listen to any modern bands? The idea was a strange one, at the least. "Ah." Was all she could really say when her friend told her piano was his love's instrument of choice. Piano had been the favored instrument of the rich kids she'd known in primary school. Kids who'd always acted like they were better than her, and made the days in school not much better than her days at home. That didn't necessarily mean that was how Lucia was, but there was something strange about the way she spoke and acted. She was probably reading too much into it.

Watching Pablo lay back in the bed, yawning, Adele tried withholding her own yawn. It was strange seeing her friend so consistently tired at this time of day. For as long as she'd known him, he'd never seemed to sleep much; even by most lycan's standards. Not unless it was after a hell of a battle, and he needed the rest. Yet as many nights as she'd visited him upon returning from Oslo, Pablo seemed to spend a lot of time sleeping. She supposed there wasn't a whole lot else to do down here; but it still worried her a little.

He seemed almost ready to pass out when he asked about Damien. Turning to gaze at the cartoon on the television, Adele tried not to blush. "Ah, it isn't--" The stammering, she was less successful at preventing, "It- it's not like that." She bit her lip, "I mean..." Sighing quietly, she kicked herself mentally. "I mean, it's going... really well. And... that scares the shit out of me." She tried to laugh, to make light of her own insecurities; but didn't look over to see her friend's reaction. She could feel exhaustion hounding her; but everytime she'd gotten to sleep without Damien around, she'd had the worst nightmares she'd ever known. Sleep wasn't something she wanted to give in to right now.

[Pablo]

There it was again. He’d earned another blush from Adele and Pablo could find his stomach summersaulting in what had lately become a familiar manner. It was endearing, and attractive. That thought almost made his own cheeks turned red. Why should that bother him? Addy had always been beautiful, though it seemed lately he was all the more aware of it. Her hesitation, he could practically feel her anxiety. Why was this so difficult for her? Almost Pablo wanted to laugh, she was so silly, but restrained. She’d take it negatively.

The lycan yawned again. Pablo wanted to tell Adele that it was normal to be scared, everything scared the shit out of her. But again he restrained. She’d been touchy with his jokes the past few days. Life hadn’t been easy for her, much had happened. He sighed, how long until things were normal again? What if it never came. “Addy.” He reached out with his far arm, grabbing hers lightly. It was good that she was scared, he decided. She had something she feared losing. Somehow Damien made her happy or safe or something he was sure what, simply that he couldn’t do it. “You two were practically at each other’s throats.” His voice was light, by the weight of his exhaustion was evident, he yawned again. “What changed?” He said, his eyes fluttering before closing.

She yanked him along his chain. Pablo stumbled forward, bracing himself against her to prevent from falling. That seemed to be what she wanted. Catherine flashed him a smile, looking back over her bare shoulder, his hands on her hips, clinging to the fabric of her dress. “Come now. You don’t want to keep Lucia waiting, do you?” Pablo nodded eagerly, admiring the vampiress before him, she wore a deep purple dress that clung possessively to her curves. Stilts along each side exposing her hips, and legs. His mouth felt dry as he nodded dumbly, following Catherine closely. Her strides were long, he found at a near jog just to keep up. They stopped before Lucia’s door, Catherine unceremoniously opening and stepping inside, Pablo eagerly following.

And there she was. As nude as he, sitting within her loveseat before her bed. Their eyes locked immediately, why had it felt so long. “Lucia.” Pablo said beaming. She gasped his name, it seemed she had already begun the fun, writhing in her chair, he stepped towards her, and his chain went taut. “There, there.” Catherine’s hand reached pass his shoulder, caressing his chin. “Lucia won’t be joining us tonight. She’s promised you to me.” The hybrid bit her lip, nodding, before smiling, her fangs poking out from beneath her lips. “But Lucia.” He gasped, as another tug on his chain, pulled him closer towards Lucia’s bed and into Catherine’s arms. “I’m sorry, Pablo.” There was a hitch in her voice as he felt his body sink against the vampire’s. Her hand trailing down his chest between his legs. “Ah-.” He gasped once more. “Would you have me go back on my word?” The lycan shook his head, soft lips among his shoulders and neck, eliciting a soft sigh. Make a Lucia a liar? He would never. Pablo felt himself stiffen. Why Lucia didn’t join them, he couldn’t understand. But pleasing Catherine for a night. Her hands on his shoulders began to turn him to her. That hardly seemed like punishment. He faced her, Catherine was flushed, her body warm with his body contact. He waisted little time, reaching up to untie the string of ribbon behind her back. Pulling down her dress from her shoulders. Exposing inch after inch of perfect skin. His lips found her chest, before she cupped the back of his head, pulling him close, forcing him to look up at her. Their bodies pressed together tight, he met her gaze. Flashing between colors as it did. Green, red, and then gold.

[Alena Wulf]

Pressing herself closer to Xhel, the queen of werewolves arched slightly, pleased with the way his hand caressed her back, falling to her rear. His touch felt nice; Alena was tempted to straddle the hunter again and force him to please her some more. Yet she had been pleased a fair amount, and there were, in fact, other things she should be getting to; Alena would just have to recruit the help of others later on. Still, as he caressed her, the wolf queen found the hand on Xhel's chest dragging its nails lightly across his chest, before moving to gently hold the side of his neck as he began speaking.

She watched his lips for a moment, before meeting the hunter's eyes. The change in his tone now, from when he first stepped foot in her home, was markedly different. Alena's smile was soft; quietly pleased. There was little hostility or threat in his voice now; amazing what relieving some tension could do for a person. It was tempting to tease the human; yet Alena remained silent, letting him finish what he needed to say. The way he worded his request now almost sounded as if he cared how Pablo viewed her. Almost.

Regardless, Alena smiled a little wider for the man, pointed teeth peaking out from behind her lips. "I was never going to keep him from the moon." Pablo was her family; she hadn't gone to London only for Lucia. The queen of lycanthropy did care for the young man; and Pablo hadn't affronted her so horribly that she'd torture him by keeping him under lock and key during a full moon. That negligence could break even the strongest werewolf.

Licking her lips briefly, Alena cozied up closer to the hunter, still watching his features, "However... You've convinced me. I will allow the boy time spent under the stars. Fresh air." Leaning up briefly, the queen of lycanthropy pressed her lips to Xhel's, before lying down beside him once more.

"Fear not," she added, "Pablo has the company of his friends and pack. And time, they say, cures all." Cuddling close, Alena relaxed into the hunter to encourage him to give in to his exhaustion.