"Look at me, little lover." I'm not clueless to her hesitation or her internal conflict. She is cloaked in thick woven emotions as she finally relents and looks up to my eyes. I can read her mind. I know that she has finally decided it is better to be entranced and numb than to touch me in her own mind. She would back out, and she worries I would kill again. I would too. Just to show her that defiance has consequences.
I have all control, I should be happy, but I'm not fully thrilled. You see, she is here out of obligation. Her hero complex won't allow her to turn me down and risk others paying the price. This infuriates me. I want her to want me too. She was so willing to hold and touch Barima. Willing to room with her, but not me? After all I've invested in her. I could feel Barima's desire for her, and although I felt only kindred love from Seraphine, I can't stop my envy.
The vision below me is breathtaking perfection. I have undressed Sera, not a scrap of cloth hides her from my gaze. She lays back on the bed, her hair blending into the satin emerald sheets as she looks to me with wide, frightened eyes. Not even my manipulation can completely erase her fears. This is where trust, or lack there of, will come into play. I will get to test her faith in me. I'm bare in moments as I remain standing over her. The overhead lights are dimmed and cast a shadow of my horned figure that swallows the innocent beauty below. Sweet, sweet Seraphine. I lick my lips as I slide across her body till we are chest to chest. Her heart thumps and I feel her shiver.
"Tell me what you want, Sera." I snake my hands across her tummy and up under her breasts as she continues to stare up at the ceiling. I prick the soft flesh with the tip of a claw and she comes alive, trying to cover and turn away.
"I don't know anymore." She whispers.
"That tells me nothing. Nothing. I need words from you. What do you want from me? I want you to feel the way I do." My hand roams back down her soft belly and sides and takes residence under the curve of her supple butt cheek. I knead the soft flesh delicately. Everything about her is luxurious, from her curves to her presence. Even her flesh is a treat. So soft and smooth, I'd take it over all the cashmeres, silks, and velvets in all the world.
"I-I want to be..." She stops for a moment, trying to find the words. "Happy. Content even. I don't want to suffer." Tears pour again and I lick them away to comfort her. "I don't want to suffer like all the others when your infatuation ends..." I cover her mouth with mine and swallow her inhibitions. I run my claws through her hair and sigh into her mouth as the buttery strands slide through my fingers. She's still upset, so I take all her sorrows into my body through our touch. I kiss her forehead, just as she always done mine and I can sense that old love coming back to surface once again.
"Are you ever going to change? Or is all this just a lie too?"
"If I told you the truth you'd hate me."
"Perhaps I do. Or maybe I'm too pathetic to hate. Maybe it's too strong an emotion for a doormat like me. I can't leave, regardless, so why lie to me anymore?"
"No suffering. Just happiness and honesty..." I whisper, in thought.
"That's all I ever wanted." She agrees.
I slide back down her body and I begin to lap and lick everything on my way down. I dip between her legs, setting them on my shoulders as my hands push her bottom up higher. I lick the small pine folds and delve in deeper with my tongue. She whimpers softly and arches her back. Her breasts are pert and make two hills over the sloped valley of her belly, slightly elevated from my pushing under her delicious derriere for better access to her sweet front. Her body writhes and the muscles of her stomach contract and move in a sensual pattern. Everything about her oozes sex. I work her body in ways that only I could. Twisting and curling my tongue, nipping the sensitive flesh. She's an entire meal. Sex, energy, eye candy, blood, even mentally she gives me food for thought.
She finally gives in and allows herself to experience all that I'm offering. I brace myself above her body after she has climaxed several times. High on the buzz of her energy and my own lust, I enter her carefully trying not to cause her any discomfort. Sweet, warm Seraphine. Mmm. I pur absent mindedly as my eyes flicker in ecstasy. I had almost forgotten how incredible sex is Sera. I slow my pace so I don't hurt her, and so that I can enjoy myself before I become too excited. I want to go a little while with her. All guests are distracted and we are alone, there's no need for me to ruin the moment too soon. We roll around in the sheets when Sera suddenly takes advantage and eases me down to my back. Before I can stop myself I snarl at her and sink my claws into her hips. She shrinks back and tries to actually leave now.
"No. Stop. I'm sorry." I try to soothe her, but she's trembling. She lays beside me on her back and I sigh. I fucking ruined that. I just thought she was trying to get away. I roll her to face me and ease into her once more. She watches me nervously as I move against her body. All lust from her has dissipated unfortunately, but I can feel my release coming. I kiss her my orgasm rolls through my body. I take a little blood too. I roll back with her on my chest and I cage her in my arms.
"I never meant to scare you. I thought you changed your mind, that you were going to run from me. I want you to love me too."
"You hurt me." I look down to the bleeding wounds on her hips.
"Then let me fix it." I look deep into her eyes. "Focus on the feeling of feeding, that complete and whole feeling. It's tingly, and relaxing. Like a bubble bath. Warm. So warm Sera. Let it envelop your body." She is limp and relaxed on my chest as I watch her cuts slowly mend. "You did it. Nice work." She beams with pride as she looks back over her healing body. "Now larger afflictions can take more time, and energy. Use wisely lover." I kiss her forehead.
She jumps up to shower and dress, and I join her. She's still nervous from earlier, she tiptoes around me as if afraid to set me off. I pull her back against me and help her wash her hair. I lighten the mood by playfully splashing water at her as it rains down from the shower head. She flicks some back at me, but I can tell there's still trauma. The things I let her witness still weigh heavy on her mind. I dress in sweats and I pull out some flannel pajamas for Sera, who is always claiming to be cold. She retrieves another pair for Barima and we head downstairs.
Barima and Axar are practicing banhee/she sounds and tricks as we enter the room. Samael is unpacking bags with things for himself and some he picked up for Barima. Sera hands Barima the pajamas and she hugs Sera too long. The pair run off to the kitchen to cook for those of us who will eat human food.
"Make up yet?" Samael smirks as soon as we are alone.
"You could say that. I see you are working your charms on Barima."
"I am. She's starving, and clueless I figured she could use another mentor, more seasoned than Seraphine. Seraphine can teach her nothing, because you taught her nothing."
"True enough. I taught her to heal earlier. She now knows something." I shrug.
"Why did she need to heal?" I laugh.
"Don't ask questions you wouldn't want the answer to." I wink.
"Disgusting."
"You have decadent daughter, sir. You can't fault me for enjoying her."
"You could have better. Why don't you?" He questions.
"Seraphine is perfection. She's the only one I've ever wanted, or been fascinated with. Majority of them I've killed. They come no better than her." He chuckles at me and we make our way to the kitchen. Axar is assisting the women as they cook and chat. It takes only a moment for me to figure out the topics. Barima taught Axar and Sera how to use their screems in lower pitch to hover a vase over their heads. Axar is still giddy and won't hush about it. Seraphine bites Barima's finger to show her how to heal small wounds. Barima bounces on her heels and smacks Sera on the butt. Sera laughs and shoves at her. They run around the kitchen slapping at one another with oven mits until Axar trips Sera.
"Traitor!" She hurls the mit at him and he falls back as if he'd been shot. They laugh and Barima pulls Sera to her feet, and I don't miss the look she gives me. If it weren't for destroying what fragment of a bond I have formed with Sera I would kill her right there. Samael elbows Barima on his way to the stove and distracts her from Seraphine as the pair bicker and wrestle around the kitchen. He turns to me and smirks, knowing that he diffused the situation. Everyone takes their food, and even I and Samael decide to eat. I eat with Sera in my lap while Axar grins and gives me knowing looks. I only express smugness as I grin back at him and clutch her tighter. I even grin at Barima who looks at my hand around Sera's waist as if it were a snake ready to strike. What's wrong Barima? Couldn't have me so now you want my girl? I would kill you again before I see that happen. Tread lightly Barima.