Now Elvira was being the hostess, and the Count played along. He felt her nervousness start to ease up, and that may have had something to do with the manner in which he was courting her. She needed a firm hand, but one that did not try to be too overpowering. He politely walked with her over to where the seats were, and with a dancer’s grace, he swept in behind her and withdrew the seat, ready to help her sit down at the table. The Count was pulling out all the stops, ensuring that she was treated as the Lady she in fact was.
“After you.” He said, waiting for her to make herself comfortable, as he assisted to glide the chair in. Once she had her skirts draped around her fashionably, the Count then took a seat opposite her, making sure to undo the lower button of his jacket first.
“Such a beautiful garden. I imagine you spend a lot of quality time here, Lady Roxburg.” This was going to be interesting, for the Count was not using any suggestive talk, to arouse her succubus nature, then again….he really didn’t have to do much to awaken that side of her.
“Thank you.” she nodded, settling into her seat. “And yes, these gardens are very relaxing for reading and such things. I come out when I can.” Lurch returned with the wine, pouring a glass for them each. “Thank you, Lurch. Please let Cook know that the meal may be served whenever it is ready.” Lurch nodded and went back inside. Elvira took a small sip of the red, finding it suitable before setting her glass down. She took a deep breath and met Virgo’s gaze head on. She was a Roxburg for Devil’s sake! And they cowed down to no one. With that thought on her mind, she began to speak.
“I want to apologize to you, Lord Marulo, for my behavior this morning at the park and in your home. It was uncalled for and you did nothing to deserve it.” she started. “I must admit…you are the first man I’ve ever met that has…flustered me…so much.”
“What could I do, that would relax you in my presence, Lady Roxburg? I feel you are…ill at ease.” This was said with a low tone, that was meant to get under her skin. He continue do drag his thumb across the back of her hand, actually starting to draw her hand closer to him.
“You…confuse me.” she stated, her eyes mesmerized by his. “I don’t know why. I never expected myself to have feelings for anybody except Barty and Alice…but you…it’s odd.” she stated. “This has never happened to me before. I guess that’s why my behavior around you has been less than ladylike.”
Unconciously, she found her own hand, the one he was touching, tangled within his own, touching him as gently as he was touching her.
“I wouldn’t have you any other way, Elvira. You are a creature of divine beauty, strength and passion. Why curb all that before me?” Under the table, she would be able to feel his foot disappear up her skirts. “Let go of your inhibitions, and be who you are. As I said to you once before, I can take it.”
The succubus within her was waking up and she had to grit her teeth to prevent it from taking control.
“You…do not…know what you ask.” she whispered tightly.
With an inhuman growl, Elvira backed away from the table, knocking over her chair in the process. She turned away from him, hunched over. Her skin seemed to ripple as she struggled to keep the succubus at bay.
“Do not fight what you are! Why do you deny yourself?” she could hear the succubus rage in her head. And that was the crux of the matter. Why was she fighting who she was? She wasn’t just a Roxburg. She was a Demon of Hell, the Granddaughter of Lucifer, Lord of Hell. A succubus. A creature of sin and sex.
The succubus broke free with an almost tangible flare of her aura. Elvira’s skin took on a supernatural glow as she turned to face The Count.
Her eyes were sparkling with the promise of dark delights and hidden lusts. Her body was a painter’s dream.
He would find himself staring into the face of Elvira, Demoness of Sexual Delights.
“So beautiful.” The Count uttered, still relaxing on his chair. Why didn’t he get up, why did he seem to be drinking in her form, for it was easy to see that he was well and truly aroused. He had other plans. He started to undo the tie around his neck, drawing it down, then a few buttons of his shirt, to show a hint of skin. Then…he simply said;
“Come…to me.” His voice rich and the words rolled off his tongue. He was still dominant, even in this situation. She may be the Demoness of Sexual Delights, but he was the Alpha wolf, of the Bavarian line. “You..are mine.”
“Thank you, M’lord.” she grinned seductively, remaining where she was. She watched, licking her lips as he undid the tie around his neck, pulling it from his neck then unbuttoned his shirt, showing off some skin. Her purring became more pronounced and she could practically taste his arousal from where she stood.
“Come…to me.” He commanded, voice dark. Though she was a demon, she wasn’t a high ranking demon and it had been drilled into her since her inception that she would know a dominate when she heard one. And Count Marulo was definitely her dominate. She sauntered toward him, hips swaying sensuously. “You..are mine.”
She stopped within arm’s reach, a small smile upon her lips. “So sayeth you, M’Lord.” She leaned in closely, nose pressed close to his neck to inhale his scent. It was delicious. “Would you have me for your dinner…or do you prefer…dessert?” she whispered into his ear, snaking her tongue out to trace the rim of his ear.
“Much better…this is how I wanted you all along. Just….had…to …let you do it for yourself.” The Count was indeed a crafty wolf after all. His eyes changed to that of a wolf, though black as the very coal from the earth. His excitement was growing larger beneath her thighs, and she would no doubt feel it. The Count eased back further, and brought his head back staring at her rounded breasts. “Don’t hold back now, my beautiful Elvira. We are to share each other. You will be rewarded.”
“Mmm. That sounds…delightful.” she murmured, her voice dark with sensual promise. So saying, her hands moved to the front ties of her dress, slowly unlacing them before his gaze. She stopped just above the swell of her breasts and ran her fingers slowly across her skin. “Do I…delight you…M’Lord?” she grinned, reaching forward to undo the rest of the buttons of his shirt so she could graze her nails across his skin.
“You do indeed.” The Count chortled. This was so worth the wait, after stripping back the formalities that had them practically in straight jackets, how to act, walk, talk and dine. No, this was now primal urges and lust overshadowing societies standards. Oh if only the old biddies in the tea shop could see this scene, they would have wet their knickers in excitement.
When Elvira stopped unlacing the front ties of her dress, the Count saw the locket that rest between her cleavage. This brought an inner warmth to him. He gave her the locket in a manner, like a Man who sought to make claim upon her. Now, with her upon his lap, and starting to undress him so she could run her nails down his chest, he had one question;
“Does my Demoness….love thy Master with whole heart?”
Elvira was thoroughly enjoying herself with Virgo. She wondered why she had fought him as much as she did. It seemed he was of the same mind for he asked a question that stilled her hands.
“Does my Demoness….love thy Master with whole heart?”
She sat back to look him in the eye without fear, without all the nerves that had her tied up in knots. She was both a woman and a succubus and she wasn’t about to forget that fact and ignore what she was feeling. He’d been both gentle and a gentleman…as well as her dominant and he deserved nothing but the truth from her.
“You are my mate. I had always wondered, that day you kissed me, why I was so drawn to you. I was not sure until this morning. It was…why I struggled away from you…I was conflicted. Not only because of my father…but certain factions are under the impression that you may have been the one plotting against him. But as I cannot deny who I am, I can no longer deny what you mean to me.” she murmured, running her fingers up and down his chest. “I am yours, body, mind, heart and soul.”
From there, a change of tact, and he became the Count of Bavaria, and was aloof, stand offish. He held back so he could marvel in her elegance, how she danced like that of a prima ballerina, with another man on her arm. A black swan, amongst a sea of birds that could not even begin to compare. Part of him feasted on Edward, to teach him a lesson. He had already staked his claim on Elvira, and wanted to make sure no other man would do so again.
Again, he had to hold himself back, as she exploded with rage, at the death of her Father, and the grief and sorrow, that tormented her very soul. His sorrow mixed with hers, and yet he could only watch on, helplessly, as she tried to take that anger out on him. He offered himself, to be used and beaten if it would make her see the light of the sun.
She chased him after she realized her folly, and again….he held himself back, though made it clear that he would have her, but only when she was ready to give herself.
This was all in his plans, and each step beautifully choreographed, so that in the end, she would be herself, she would come when he called her, and she would submit herself, as his mate. The Count knew she could be wild in her sexual conquests, but she needed something more. Always the one to dominate man….he was to be her equal in a sense, though strong to her will.
“Your heart…your soul, your mind and your body are treasures that I shall hold within me. Never again shall you want, nor thirst. You will drink my blood, as I will yours. You will run by my side….and never feel fear, again.”
With that he rose to standing, and then carried her into the nearby bandstand, where he laid her down upon the marble table, and shed the remainder of his clothes. She would see him in all his glory, his chiseled and strong features. Then and there….Virgo would claim his woman, and her cries would fill the air, along with his passionate growls of lust. A symphony of love everlasting. True beauty had found its way into Elvira’s life.