She smiled through her tears.
“Perfect fit.” she giggled. He took her hand and kissed it, looking up for her to see the tears in his own eyes. She touched his cheek with her free hand and he stood up, wrapping her into his arms.
They walked back inside and headed up to their rooms, craving this time alone to celebrate their impending union.
Already they were linked, and she was content…but to afirm their love before any and all…she’d never imagined this ever happening to her.
Virgo & Elvira’s Bedchambers
Elvira stood in the center of their room, the fire warm at her back as she stared at her mate.
No words were spoken between them, none were needed.
She slowly began to undo the ties on her dress, letting the material slide to her feet until she stood in her corset and chemise. She knew he was watching her every move and felt the thrill of it course through her body. Next went the corset, tossing it away from her and not caring where it went.
Her hands went to the shoulder straps of her chemise, slowly sliding them down her arms one at a time, the silken material flowing from her body like water until she stood before him naked.
Her pulse was racing and she’d never felt more alive then she did at this moment. She pulled the pins from her hair, letting her dark locks flow freely around her, partially covering her breasts and stomach.
All she needed was Jezzie and she’d look like Lady Godiva.
She stood before him, flush with desire for him, waiting…wanting…
For the Count, this was a private show, an affair of the heart. Elvira’s mind was at ease and her body spoke volumes, as she slowly shed her garments, one at a time. For this occasion, he did not sit, or lounge before her, instead he stood, not too far from her. The glow of the fire behind her, created a orange tinge to her skin. A shine so radiant, that the Count could hardly believe he had never seen her look so beautiful before. There was no words, there was only the sound of the crackle of the fire behind her, that snapped and popped, as the wood broke down.
When naked before him and reaching up to remove the hair pins that held her hair in place, the Count let out a gasp as it tumbled down and covered her breasts from view. No painter alive could capture her radiance at this moment. The Count slowly removed his jacket, undoing each button, looking down as he got to the last one. Slipping his arms out and then tossing it over a chair, only to look back at her, with a smile starting to form. Just as she had stripped for him, he was doing the same. His tie, he undid with a single pull, and then dragged it down his chest, till he released it and it floated to the floor. Next his shirt, and this was when things got amorous. He pulled the shirt open, buttons popping off in a string of sounds, the buttons pinging as they hit the floor. He peeled the shirt off, to reveal his upper torso, hardened pecks and washboard stomach. Elvira would be able to see the tell tale line of hair that dissapeared into his pant. They were next, undoing the button, and then wriggling out of them, a simple step then another and they were discarded.
The Count then reached for her hand, and walked her to the bedpost, turning her so she had her back to it. Virgo took both her hands and guided them up, so that she would need to support herself, by wrapping her hands upon the bedpole, while he brought his hands down, to cup and knead her rounded breasts. Only when she was stretched out like this, did he grin, and whispered;
“You give me such pleasure…in my eyes you are a feast. But I desire to give back to you.”
The Count then got down on his knees, and used his right hand to part her legs, rubbing in circles around her inner thigh, only looking up to see her standing over him. Before, he would be the one to lord over her, but now, he planned to feast on her nectar, to delve within her sweetness with his tongue. At first he started to tease with his fingers, while kissing her lower belly, fine kisses aimed to tease her. Could she keep her hands up on the pole?
Licking his lips, he moved his head between her legs, and then with his tongue, he teased and swirled the tip around her entrance that was now dripping with her honey. He moaned softly, as he used his left hand to lift one leg up, and he could get a better reach. If she looked down, his head would be moving back and forth, his clawed hand kneading her leg, as he started to growl hungrily into her sex. His eagerness might well drive her up the pole slightly. The slick friction to tantalize her senses, as he literally fed upon her. His tongue curled and flicked within, in and out and the animal like sound with the arching of his back would have her overcome. He would not stop, constantly filling her with his long tongue, waiting for her to release a torrent into his mouth to drink. <3>
He practically ripped his shirt from his body, buttons flying in every direction and her breath caught in her throat. She openly stared at his well-defined form, her eyes hungrily following the trail of hair that dipped into the waistband of his pants.
She couldn’t look away from him if she tried as he slowly removed his pants. She licked suddenly dry lips as he stood before her in all his glory, already erect and proud before her eyes. She gulped, eyes glued to his groin and she could feel her succubus wanting to break free. She retained the ironclad control she was known for. As much as she wanted to allow her succubus that freedom, just this once, she wanted it as a woman should, to appease her own desires.
He reached for her hand, pulling her with him toward the bed. Already she was slick and wet with want for him and moved to crawl onto the silken sheets. He simply stopped her with a glance and she looked on expectantly. He turned her instead, pressing her against the bedpost and guiding her hands up over her head around the pole. Her heart, already a delicate organ, was pounding fiercely against her chest. If one looked close enough, they could probably see it.
Once he was assured her hands were where he wanted them, he slid them down her body, kneading her breasts in his large hands. She couldn’t resist the moan that passed her lips at the sensations that caused.
He grinned and whispered in the quiet of the room. “You give me such pleasure…in my eyes you are a feast. But I desire to give back to you.”
He got to his knees using his hand to coax her legs apart and rubbing circles inside her thighs. She felt drugged as she watched him, felt as if were worshipping her. Her breaths came in pants, she was completely at his mercy.
The first brush of his fingers against her slick folds almost caused her knees to buckle. She gripped the bedpost, using it to anchor herself into this reality. She now understood that this was a challenge. Could she keep her hands on the post as she succumbed to his ministrations? This was a challenge she was determined to win.
His tongue snaked out, dipping into her honeyed folds and her eyes lost focus for a moment, a cry of passion tearing from her lungs. He lifted one of her legs so he could have easier access and she could not deny him if she wanted. His head moved back and forth between her legs, her breathing becoming shallower with each thrust of his tongue. He growled, the vibrations of sound enhancing the feel of his tongue and her knees did buckle, but her grip remained firm upon the bedpost, when she would have much liked to have grabbed his hair in her hands and hang on for dear life.
She could feel his claws raking the insides of her thighs, his tongue sliding in and out of her harder and faster. Her whole body was trembling, cries of delight echoing in the air from her lips. She could feel herself getting closer, the grip she had on the bedpost splintering the wood in places.
A particularly hard thrust had her screaming his name as she came into his mouth, her orgasm tearing through her body like lightning. The post exploded beneath her grip, sending wood fragments scattering in every direction and now she did thread her fingers in his hair, riding out her orgasm as his tongue continued to pleasure her, over and over again.
The bed post exploded, sending shards of timber in all directions, as the cry of his name rang out in the silence of the room. Virgo was already entranced, unable to stop the wild tongue lashing he was giving to Elvira, and then when she reached the pinnacle, he felt her muscled walls tighten around his tongue, while her fingers gripped his hair, and she began the grinding rhythm as she ejaculated her juices into his waiting mouth. His lips closed over her opening, while his tongue was lacquered in her goodness, She tasted so good, so rich, and now they had reached a new high. The more she came, the harder he sucked and licked. His clawed hands reaching for her buttocks, and kneading her cheeks. If you were to watch them, it was beautiful as it was erotic.
When she slowed her movement, her chest rising and falling sharply, only then, the Count would pull back. His lips and chin glistening in her juices. A wild look in his eyes. Slowly he would lick all around his lips, his hands caressing her legs, that were probably still weak from trying to stand up independently.
The Count rose up off the floor, and curled his finger under her chin, to bring her face up so she could not look away.
“Elvia…you are a Goddess, and I shall treat you as one, every day for the rest of your life.”
He did not force himself on her, even though he was yet to experience an orgasm, but he was more than pleased to have satisfied her, to have placed her on the pedestal, where she deserved to be.
Esmeralda smiled as the two wolves pawed and nibbled at her. They were simply pets in her eyes, hardly human. As the two men began to undress Esme, she looked at Auguste with a cold smile “The vices of men can be so obvious, you know. Tell me, what is your worst nightmare?” Her thick accent rolled off her tongue as she then turned to grasp the man on her right’s chin and her eyes darkened with lust. Bending down to kiss him while the other man trailed kisses and bites down her stomach to her legs, she closed her eyes and began to purr. As the two men enjoy their mistress, a dark cloud appeared over their heads and boils began to rise up on the man she was kissing. Pulling away from her in horror, he looked down at the pain boils and began to howl in pain. Music to Plague’s ears. Turning to the other man, he could only stare in fear as he began to back up from her. Esme stalked towards him with her hips swaying, Felix slithering towards the man from the opposite direction. As the man stumbled over her chaise, Felix slithered up his body to wrap around his neck, successfully creating a choke hold. Esme crouched down in front of the man and purred “Hush, my love…don’t you enjoy pain with pleasure?” As the man couldn’t respond, he just trembled within the grasp of her giant snake as Esme opened her mouth. Bugs began to fly out of her mouth and swarmed the remaining wolf and his very life essence began to drain from him and flowed right back into his mistress.
When the two wolves were successfully dead from the plagues she had unleashed to gain power, Esme turned to look at Auguste. Walking towards him with her hips now swaying, there seemed to be a dark glow emanating from her. Her eyes were now a toxic green and there was an unearthly shine to her black hair. Her caramel skin was still smooth as butter, but all in all, it was clear she was no mortal or just a she-wolf. Plague was back in all over her deadly glory, and she was hungry for something more. Standing before Auguste, she purred softly “You will be my slave, and you will do the bidding of Plague, one of the Four Horsemen. Come now, we must leave.” Turning away from him, she stepped into the hallway as Felix now slithered after her. As she stood, her beloved pet slithered up to her shoulder as she blew her breath down the hallway. A werewolf was walking to his chambers and he paused, sneezing. Wiping his nose on his sleeve, he then continued to his room. Plague smiled at her handiwork as a deadly plague would soon spread through the count’s house.
As she walked down the hallway, she passed a picture of the count. Swiveling around. Esme walked up to it and placed her hand on the painted count’s affectionately “Forgive me, cousin…When this war is over, I will come back for you and your beautiful bride. You shall be untouched by the disasters that are at hand.” Standing on her toes, she kissed the painted count’s cheek and turned to look at Auguste again “Bring these two branches to the count’s chambers. See to it they are placed at the entrance of their room. It will keep them unmarked from the plague that is now in their home. When you are finished, you will bring that demon-possessed slut to me. I will be waiting for you at The Luxembourg Hotel. Do not keep me waiting, for there is a war at hand…” Leaving with the now enslaved shifter, she turned and strolled out of the estate.
(Thread Change- The Luxembourg Hotel)
“…you are a Goddess, and I shall treat you as one, every day for the rest of your life.”
“Virgo.” she whispered, voice husky. “You have set my soul aflame. As I have known your love with me as succubus, so now I have experienced the same as woman. I am forever yours.”
She kissed him, tasting herself upon his tongue. She moaned huskily before drawing back from him. “Let me return the favor.” she grinned seductively. She sank to her knees before him, her tongue snaking out to wrap around his hardness. He tasted of silk and darkness and it enflamed her.
She drew him deeply into her mouth, relaxing her throat muscles until her nose was pressed against his groin. Breathing through her nose, she contricted her throat around him while suckling him. Her hands reached back, kneading the rounded globes of his ass. She moaned around his fullness, not wishing to release him any time soon.
This muscle that had given her such pleasure on many occassions, would now be his downfall.
She drew back to catch her breath, his manhood now slick with her saliva. She wrapped a hand around him, stroking slowly, smoothly, licking the head and shaft when the need became too much. She wanted all of him, wanted to absorb him and be absorbed by him.
She took him into her mouth once more, determined to give him the same pleasure he had given her,
“Let me return the favor.”
The Count though filled with lust for his mate, did not expect her to utter such words. He had been more than happy to serve her and worship her body as though it was a temple. But one thing he loved most about their relationship, was how he had a way. A way to dominate, and he knew she actually craved the inner wolf, the Alpha. Strong and beast like. Now she was on her knees, her hair draped over her shoulders, and down her back. Virgo looked down, and had a crooked smile. Would she dare take him into her pert mouth. Such luscious lips, that would feel amazing sliding up and down his girth. Eagerness took over, and he arched his back slightly, so he presented himself to her in a fashion that had his head pressed to her waiting lips.
Then he tipped his head back as she skillfully used her tongue to snake around his shaft, and relaxing her mouth, she drew him in, all the way till he felt the press of her nose against his lower stomach. The feeling, her wet tongue sliding around and then lapping the underside as she went to work. He dipped his head, and he could see the sunken hollow of her cheeks, as she used her mouth to constrict around him.
Virgo reached for her hair, and winded it up behind her head, before clamping his large hand to the back of her head. She already had the rhythm down, but he wanted control. His body ached, and he started to rock his hips, back and forth. Feeling his head reaching the back of her throat, his eyes rolled back in his head. Elvira didn’t let up, a fast paced action that had his ball constrict and tighten. His free hand reached for her cheek and his thumb grazed across it, till she released him, and then went to use her hand. The way her fingers locked around the base and pulled hard, nearly pulled him off his feet. He let out an animal like growl, and started panting heavily. He was getting close, but wanted her to take him again. Eyes turning black, the moment he took him with her mouth again, he released her hair and gripped her head with both hands, Now it was fierce. He grunted as he gave her a deep thrusting. She would probably be gagging soon, but he couldn’t stop, he was delirious, and could feel the pleasure rising. Her tongue worked the shaft furiously, and then he cried out her name, partly in a howl, as he came, his body jerking in a spasm, as his fingers threaded through her hair. The might of the Alpha, his roar of ecstasy would be heard far and wide. Eager for her to keep sucking, he kept encouraging her, to drink it all, while his body shook uncontrollably.
Once she was sure he had reached his ultimate completion she withdrew from him, slowly savoring the feel of him as he left her mouth. His scent was all around her and she pressed her face against his stomach, wrapping her arms around his muscular thighs as she listened to his stuggles to catch his breath.
“I love you.” she whispered, voice husky and rough from his ministrations.
The discovery of the branches on their door, and the remains of the dead wolves was a shock to the Count and his pack. A massive pyre was burning out in the gardens of his estate, as they cremated the plagued bodies, in order to rid the House of the taint of the infection. Like a guardian, the Count took firm action, making sure all other wolves were safe and well in his care. The last thing he needed was a weakened pack, especially at a time such as this. Great forces were at work in the underworld, and he was incredibly wary of those that were not kin or his creed.
This night, an invitation lay on the dresser, while the Count paced back and forth, dressed in the royal finery of his station. How he hated these affairs, and in particular, he was not to fond of the woman hosting the event. Still, it was a chance to get out of the grounds, and show off his treasured fiance’, Elvira.
Boxes and stands with dress after dress were lined up by his staff for her perusal, and he kept a close eye on her, as she made her choice of what to wear this eve. A stolen glance at her, and he uttered; “I think you would look more beautiful arriving naked, but of course, that is for my eyes only, my Love.” Oh he could be so bold at times. In the back of his mind, he had many questions, such as the disappearance of Esme, and if this had something to do with the plague. No matter what happened this night though, the Count was going to be on guard and fierce to protect his beloved….come what may.
She had taken the brunt of his anger with stoicism and love for her man and had allowed him to vent when he wished to. And his rage had been fierce when he discovered Esme missing and her belongings gone. Elvira hadn’t fared much better when she discovered Sally had fallen ill as well. For two days, Elvira had remained by her bedside, she alone nursing Sally through it all for she trusted no one else to do so. And Sally had been fading fast.
“Elvira.” Sally had a moment of coherency as a fever raged through her body. Elvira was by her side in an instant, a cool cloth in hand to dab at Sally’s forhead.
“Sally, you can’t leave me.” Elvira had whispered, tears in her eyes.
“I haven’t been completely honest with you about myself.” Sally smiled.
“Mhm.” Sally turned to cough violently before her breathing settled. “My mother…she was raped…by a werewolf before I was born…she didn’t know she was with child until some months later…her father…sent her to a convent when he found out…threw us out of the…family when he…found out what I was. Never meant to lie to your family…needed the money.”
“Sally, I don’t care who or what you are. You are part of my family. You always have been.” Elvira smiled. “Now rest and get better. I need you around to keep me sane. And besides…someday my children are going to need a Nanny.” Elvira told her, giving Sally hope for the future.
That seemed to be the ideal needed and Sally slowly got better.
And now this invitation to a dinner hosted by the vampires. She hadn’t wanted to go, but the draw of seeing her brother and Fanny once more was too good to pass up. Despite the issues between them, she missed her brother.
Elvira went through the boxes and stands of dresses Virgo had gotten for her.
“No…no…disgusting…I wouldn’t wipe my nose with that…no…You call that a dress?…White? Do I look like a virgin to you?…no…” she sighed, going through most of the boxes.
Virgo was sitting close by, watching her with amusement. “I think you would look more beautiful arriving naked, but of course, that is for my eyes only, my Love.”
She looked at him over her shoulder and grinned. “I know you would enjoy that, my darling, but this body should only be shared with you and you alone.” she winked, turning back to the rack of dresses. A flash of red caught her eye and she moved immediately toward it. She pulled the dress from the rack and immediately fell in love with it.
“Yesssssssss.” she purred. “This is the one.”