Trifecta
Their shared, fussy lover Chelsea nearly shirked a $2,000 ermine coat on cold marble floor. Blonde hair tussled over cold-peaked nipples and a plunging black sleeved dress. She rarely wore dark, but its hue embodied the light in her. Fire magic adapted to chilly Romanian fall...emanating from the vaulted Dacian foyer.
Caius carefully enchanted a hangar to hang her fur. Chelsea squealed “thank you”. She made him work. That coat was a gift, years ago when Hernyak still housed their family and Jinx became undead. She still hated some part of him, and Caius understood. He would turn back time if only to see her, fuck her again. Dating Ljuba took up more time, and it was no secret. He narrowed his eyes, then caved. Chelsea rode by his side for almost any of Caius’ missions for centuries now. They could not escape each other.
“Come here, baby, please?” his words called sweetly as possible. Lovers were feet apart under his grandfather’s chandelier. She did, with jeweled forearms that tinkled around his shoulders. Chelsea gently blushed when lips met hers.
Romania’s only production house wanted exclusive coverage of the first vampire-human council campaign, because she pushed for it with her other mate. They were making history and cross-species bond all in one action.
None of this occurred till Caius took his tongue from underneath Chelsea’s and they breathed again. Kissing tended to distract.
“Mattieu...for me, if he’s to help, this may hurt too much. I will compensate him and try your way since you have tried mine. Know how much this means to us all,” Caius weighed deliberately.
He could win it if fate’s cards played out properly with their media savvy. They worked well as a team whether Caius appreciated his romantic circumstances initially or not. Why resist so much? Chelsea skewered him with captivating rubescent eyes as telepathy belied betrayal, and jealous anger when elder claws touched her Kupaly bracelet and tensing wrist softly. She scoffed in cold dismissal. Caius growled.
“Do you not want me near at all, neela?” He spoke in the same pitch. “Why do you act this way? Like it hasn’t been over a lifetime. I loved you before I even knew what it meant.”
It hurt more than battle wounds: a coveness’ denial. Yet Chelsea’s spunky spirit remained his irksome craving. Caius adored this vampiress to undeath.
“No, I do! I want you and my daughter’s dad so much,” she wailed frustratedly with frazzled gaze and heart. “Don’t make me choose.”
Rebellion and adherence to rules were balancing acts they were always failing. They fought too much to gain dominance for dominance’s sake. Someone must give, eventually. Little worked without work. Chelsea poked him in the chest just like Inara first did (why Caius stuttered so) and he found a seat humbly.
“I work for you. I love you and bonded to you. But never, besides the bedroom, do you own me. Understand, mastare?” Chelsea warned yet she let loose an incredibly charged Freudian slip, daresay, sensual. Caius nodded so quickly that his head smarted before her palm smacked it too. There could be no misinterpretation.
“Hey—heeey...whoa,” he realized in shock from this rather rough foreplay afterward. She rubbed Caius’ semi-sore spot and dragged matte golden nails over his buzzcut. Her pretty, thin lip caught so sexily under fanged teeth. He wanted them sunken into his skin. Calloused fingers shifted her dress up until only pale hips and tremulous thighs were tangible. Lust corrupted blood within millseconds.
“Mmm, Cai’, I gotta go back. We only left because...because...oooh,” her logic melted away under avid caresses and suckling. Chelsea seemed as if the temptation tortured. So she was nude before he could free his lower half.
“You’re joking,” he moaned. Chelsea was in trouble. No one could save her from his desire. “Don’t leave me now, baby. Come on.”
She whimpered faintly, Caius shivered and licked her pussy briefly while pulling Chelsea’s hair. She was soaking wet.
“This is you. You switch roles to gain respect and run rank, on your terms,” Caius surmised deeply. Arousal made it harder to articulate. “That’s...hot. I need you, draga, on this dick. Now. Please.” Pleading did not feel foreign when willingly submissive. And cock could not be free if she held it hostage, sitting there so gorgeously...
Chelsea showered sunshine in a devious grin. “I will let you in, if you let me help you with running. Stop butting heads so much.” Her impossibly leaking honey ruined his pressed pants on cue. She adorably wriggled as Caius held her waist.
Stubbornness won no pussy or political points. Fair enough, he took the lesson where it arose. And damned if minxy Chelsea didn’t get her way. Caius did by the hour’s end in a carnal fashion.
“Say it,” he demanded brutally, calmly while pounding coveness upward in sinking armchair. She gripped his shoulder, and dick, and furniture while disregarding the order: ‘I’m coming’. Chelsea reached the peak once, it coated him, and this was not enough? Oh God, descending deliciously hurt her...damn. Caius left an ass mark.
“No,” he answered her mental whining aloud. “It isn’t. Tell me, baby, because you’re mine right now.”
Passion forged their stares like blacksmith’s iron. Chelsea could deny but declaration felt so good. He scored her deeper and deeper until depth could not be explored. “My freak,” a name only privileged partners knew they could use. Mastare cupped her face under tangled blonde tendrils, pulling apart derriere and whispering every dirty, amorous thought. Chelsea beheld Caius at his utmost primal and surrendered for the night. She succumbed. Caius held her tightly, kissing every inch of that gorgeous face.
Yes, she was coming. Yes, she did burn for him. No, she didn’t want to stop. Yes, she was bad for fucking him while wrapping up things with Matt. He vaporized into Besenyo’s duvet bed. Chelsea was still wrapped tightly upon him in safe hands. Caius fucked her through pressed thighs past crying pleas, orgasmic tremors...and took Chelsea to starry lands.
“I’ll get you home in the morning. Your baby dad texted me. He misses you,” he promised to her forehead. She slept soundly, already dozed.
“And I do too. Don’t spread yourself too thin, sugar.”
Caius carefully enchanted a hangar to hang her fur. Chelsea squealed “thank you”. She made him work. That coat was a gift, years ago when Hernyak still housed their family and Jinx became undead. She still hated some part of him, and Caius understood. He would turn back time if only to see her, fuck her again. Dating Ljuba took up more time, and it was no secret. He narrowed his eyes, then caved. Chelsea rode by his side for almost any of Caius’ missions for centuries now. They could not escape each other.
“Come here, baby, please?” his words called sweetly as possible. Lovers were feet apart under his grandfather’s chandelier. She did, with jeweled forearms that tinkled around his shoulders. Chelsea gently blushed when lips met hers.
Romania’s only production house wanted exclusive coverage of the first vampire-human council campaign, because she pushed for it with her other mate. They were making history and cross-species bond all in one action.
None of this occurred till Caius took his tongue from underneath Chelsea’s and they breathed again. Kissing tended to distract.
“Mattieu...for me, if he’s to help, this may hurt too much. I will compensate him and try your way since you have tried mine. Know how much this means to us all,” Caius weighed deliberately.
He could win it if fate’s cards played out properly with their media savvy. They worked well as a team whether Caius appreciated his romantic circumstances initially or not. Why resist so much? Chelsea skewered him with captivating rubescent eyes as telepathy belied betrayal, and jealous anger when elder claws touched her Kupaly bracelet and tensing wrist softly. She scoffed in cold dismissal. Caius growled.
“Do you not want me near at all, neela?” He spoke in the same pitch. “Why do you act this way? Like it hasn’t been over a lifetime. I loved you before I even knew what it meant.”
It hurt more than battle wounds: a coveness’ denial. Yet Chelsea’s spunky spirit remained his irksome craving. Caius adored this vampiress to undeath.
“No, I do! I want you and my daughter’s dad so much,” she wailed frustratedly with frazzled gaze and heart. “Don’t make me choose.”
Rebellion and adherence to rules were balancing acts they were always failing. They fought too much to gain dominance for dominance’s sake. Someone must give, eventually. Little worked without work. Chelsea poked him in the chest just like Inara first did (why Caius stuttered so) and he found a seat humbly.
“I work for you. I love you and bonded to you. But never, besides the bedroom, do you own me. Understand, mastare?” Chelsea warned yet she let loose an incredibly charged Freudian slip, daresay, sensual. Caius nodded so quickly that his head smarted before her palm smacked it too. There could be no misinterpretation.
“Hey—heeey...whoa,” he realized in shock from this rather rough foreplay afterward. She rubbed Caius’ semi-sore spot and dragged matte golden nails over his buzzcut. Her pretty, thin lip caught so sexily under fanged teeth. He wanted them sunken into his skin. Calloused fingers shifted her dress up until only pale hips and tremulous thighs were tangible. Lust corrupted blood within millseconds.
“Mmm, Cai’, I gotta go back. We only left because...because...oooh,” her logic melted away under avid caresses and suckling. Chelsea seemed as if the temptation tortured. So she was nude before he could free his lower half.
“You’re joking,” he moaned. Chelsea was in trouble. No one could save her from his desire. “Don’t leave me now, baby. Come on.”
She whimpered faintly, Caius shivered and licked her pussy briefly while pulling Chelsea’s hair. She was soaking wet.
“This is you. You switch roles to gain respect and run rank, on your terms,” Caius surmised deeply. Arousal made it harder to articulate. “That’s...hot. I need you, draga, on this dick. Now. Please.” Pleading did not feel foreign when willingly submissive. And cock could not be free if she held it hostage, sitting there so gorgeously...
Chelsea showered sunshine in a devious grin. “I will let you in, if you let me help you with running. Stop butting heads so much.” Her impossibly leaking honey ruined his pressed pants on cue. She adorably wriggled as Caius held her waist.
Stubbornness won no pussy or political points. Fair enough, he took the lesson where it arose. And damned if minxy Chelsea didn’t get her way. Caius did by the hour’s end in a carnal fashion.
“Say it,” he demanded brutally, calmly while pounding coveness upward in sinking armchair. She gripped his shoulder, and dick, and furniture while disregarding the order: ‘I’m coming’. Chelsea reached the peak once, it coated him, and this was not enough? Oh God, descending deliciously hurt her...damn. Caius left an ass mark.
“No,” he answered her mental whining aloud. “It isn’t. Tell me, baby, because you’re mine right now.”
Passion forged their stares like blacksmith’s iron. Chelsea could deny but declaration felt so good. He scored her deeper and deeper until depth could not be explored. “My freak,” a name only privileged partners knew they could use. Mastare cupped her face under tangled blonde tendrils, pulling apart derriere and whispering every dirty, amorous thought. Chelsea beheld Caius at his utmost primal and surrendered for the night. She succumbed. Caius held her tightly, kissing every inch of that gorgeous face.
Yes, she was coming. Yes, she did burn for him. No, she didn’t want to stop. Yes, she was bad for fucking him while wrapping up things with Matt. He vaporized into Besenyo’s duvet bed. Chelsea was still wrapped tightly upon him in safe hands. Caius fucked her through pressed thighs past crying pleas, orgasmic tremors...and took Chelsea to starry lands.
“I’ll get you home in the morning. Your baby dad texted me. He misses you,” he promised to her forehead. She slept soundly, already dozed.
“And I do too. Don’t spread yourself too thin, sugar.”
3 years ago
