Blood and Smoke - Highlands by Night
Chapter one : Death of the Wildflower
Lilliana Godfrey was always a wild child, despite her noble upbringing, despite the endless lessons of the control it took to be a Lady. She went through over a dozen Governesses before she had reached her first bleeding. It wasn't that she was cruel, she never set out to hurt anyone, Lillie simply had no patience. Of course, each new Governess believed she could cure the small girl, eager to work within the Godfrey Estate.
Finally, her mother found a woman suited to handle her rambunctious daughter, an elite trainer by the name of Eleanor Rugby. Known for taming such girls, and striking impeccable matches in short time, Eleanor was quickly hired on, the large sum she demanded deemed worthy by the exhausted Godfreys.
Lilliana, surprisingly, quickly grew to adore Eleanor, spending much of her time curled next to the older woman, listening to stories of grand adventure, the wonderful things a woman could accomplish with only a good name and a large supply of coin.
Brought onto the staff to tame the wild child, Eleanor did quite the opposite. She aired the flames that burned within Lillie's heart, teaching her when control was needed, that she must accept her lessons, but she never would need to sacrifice her passion. With hushed tones and mischievous smiles, Eleanor told her to always follow her own heart, to bend her will to no one.
Soon, Lilliana was on the brink of marrying age, and the social season was quickly approaching within the noble houses of London. Her father was eager, studying each possible match, uncertain whom he would deem worthy of her dowry. With each passing day full of gowns being chosen, colors specifically meant to flatter her pale skin, necklines cut to draw the wandering eye, panic closed an iron fist around her heart. She would be married off, thrown on her back with her legs spread wide open for some mindless brute who cared nothing for her, only wishing to breed her like some sow.
Lillie's mother tried to explain that was, of course, only the natural way for a woman of her nature. Her father could not possibly understand why she was so easily brought to tears, why she now refused to even gaze upon the newly crafted gowns, fine beyond the imagination, or why she was quick to refuse each man that came calling on her. Eleanor could do nothing more in her position than look on with sorrow, sympathy in her heart as she held Lillie through her tears.
That was until one day, walking through town, browsing the shops there, that Lilliana spotted the most absurdly handsome man. Large, muscles pushed against the tunic he wore, the seams hardly holding all of his mass. Scruff covered his face and neck, the revealed skin filthy from whatever he did for a living. Rakish, he grinned at her, eyes of emerald slowly traveling down her body. Her heart beat in in a quickened pace, her chest heaving with a heavy breath as though she feel him undressing her there. Red tinted her cheeks, traveling down her neck, but Lillie could not bring herself to care.
Standing there, in the busy London streets, she had the most perfect idea. If she could ruin her reputation, quickly, thoroughly, then no decent man would ask her hand in marriage, and she would be free! Completely and gloriously free, with no shackles to pin her down.
A wide grin stretched across her face before she pushed her way to the man, walking against the flow of bodies to get to him. The scoundrel, that's all she could think to call him, waited, both brows raised to his hairline. Obviously, he had not thought she would ever approach him.
Not stopping until she could feel the heat of his body, smell the day's work on his skin, Lilliana grinned, batting her eyelashes up at him, ignoring the few stares she could feel, those who were used to her face in these shops nosily watching the noblewoman.
The man smirked at her, crossing those bulging, corded arms as he looked down at her. "Can I help you?"
Biting her lip, Lillie forced herself to reach up and thread her fingers into the hair at the base of his neck, pulling his face down to hers before she lost her nerve. When he was no more than breath away from her mouth, she spoke softly.
"Perhaps." Her word was a heavy breath, her lips brushing his before she pulled his mouth completely to his, pressing an open mouthed kiss there, tasting the alcohol that remained on his tongue.
He was eager, not caring one bit about those who stared as he wrapped those wonderfully muscled arms tight around her, fingertips reaching to grasp at her bottom, gripping tightly, molding around the layers of finery she wore.
Hot need, nothing like she had ever felt before, coiled deep in her stomach. Her breasts felt heavy, aching for a touch, a wetness, anything as her nipples tightened, a moan pressed into his mouth as her small body molded to his. Her fingertips pressed under the tunic, tracing the line of his shoulders as he ground his hardness into her, showing her exactly what he wanted, what this one kiss did to both of them. The feeling of his enlarged manhood, even through all of this absurd fabric, made wetness pool between Lilliana's thighs, her body eager to bend under his. She didn't even realize she was grinding along with him, her hips pushing to meet his as their kiss continued, filthy hands curling roughly into her fair curls, pulling them from the jeweled pins so carefully placed.
Somewhere, she heard a loud gasp, followed by an obnoxious giggle, finally ripping her slightly out of her hazy mindset. Pulling back, the man only allowed her to pull her lips from his, continuing to hold her wanting body to his, hiding the obvious erection against her skirt. He smirked, looking nothing less than a feral animal as he held her.
Looking around, her nails dug into his arms as she looked about, seeing the small crowd she had gathered, nearly all of the women holding a hand over their mouths, horror apparent in their gazes. To the left, lingering by shoekeeper's shop, Lilliana spotted Eleanor, a sly smile on her face before sheturned, and entered the shop.
No, she thought with a grin, there was no hiding this from her father. Turning back, she attempted to pull herself out of the arms of her newly found scoundrel.
"Where, exactly, do you think you're running off to, doll?" His words were low, his voice a gravel she couldn't help but imagine how lovely it would be pressed to her skin, her chest, between wet thighs...
Clearing her throat, Lilliana pulled all of authority she could manage into her tone. "I don't believe that is any of your concern,sir. You've been a great help, but I must be leaving now..."
He stared at her for a moment, before brushing her hair from her shoulder, exposing the porcelain flesh to the chill of the air before leaning in close, his lips brushing her ear, sending chills down her spine.
"You don't plan to leave after all of that, do you? You want me, just as I want you." His hand curled around her waist, tugging her tightly to his body once more. She tried to shake her head, to deny it, she was a Lady and she would not give into these baser desires, but just as she moved, his teeth scraped at her lobe, a wet, hot tongue licking across the edge, the grin apparent as she gasped.
"You're going to walk over to that small tavern, with the red shutters. You're going to walk right in, with your head held high. I'll be waiting for you, doll. And then we're going to go upstairs, and I'm going to rip this beautiful gown off of you. I'm going to fuck you, fuck you so hard that you scream and beg every god for more, until you're quivering and speechless. Do you understand?"
The wetness pooled more, sticky and hot between her thighs. Her throat was tight, no words capable of escaping. God, she wanted it. She could see it, feel it...Her senses truly must have been gone, because Lillie found herself nodding, licking across her bottom lip in anticipation.
A low laugh rumbled against her chest as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her neck, before letting her go, cutting into an alley, vanishing from her sight.
Looking around, those whom had stopped to stare and gawk began to walk away, though nearly all of them turned their necks to gaze with wide eyes as she begun to walk to the tavern, excitement nearly making her burst.
Pushing into the tavern, she found him there, already leaning against a wall. He grinned widely, eyes raking down her body, licking his lips as he walked towards her. Grasping her hand, he threw a coin at the barkeep, obviously the two somehow knew each other, before taking her upstairs.
Before the bedroom door was closed, his hands were all over her. Pressing Lillie into the wall, his hands tugged at tightly strung laces, his mouth pressing open mouthed kisses upon her neck, teeth scraping harshly. Finally, the corset fell to the ground, exposing her breasts to him, her pink nipples hard and waiting. One hand wrapped around her small wrists, holding them above her head as the other reached to fondle her breast, a quick finger tweaking her nipple.
A loud moan escaped her as he continued to fondle her breast, his mouth sucking at her neck and shoulder, biting down with quick, sharp teeth, never lingering long enough to hurt her. Her hips pressed forward,grinding into him. God, she was aching everywhere at once, she just wanted to feel him all over her, in her...
Harshly pulling at the hand that held her wrists, she wiggled out of the hold, quickly undoing her skirt until she was in nothing but gray stockings. He grinned as he took her in, hands reaching for her. Wordlessly she tugged at his own shirt. Taking the hint he quickly undressed, exposing his hard manhood, standing away from his body. Grinning wide, she wrapped her hands around his neck, biting at his mouth.
His hand wrapped around her thigh, pulling it around his hip as they kissed, tongues battling for dominance, teeth biting and tugging, before he grabbed both her round ass cheeks, pulling her up off of the ground, moving back towards the bed as her legs wrapped around his waist.
Moaning loudly as he fell to the bed and his cock pressed against her lips, easily sliding through the wetness, the head brushing against her clitoris, Lillie couldn't help but grind against him, not caring about anything save for the utter need she felt for him.
His mouth latched onto one of her peaked nipples, his hot tongue circling it as he suckled at her, he hand reaching to knead the other mound.
Moving to press down on him, to push her body down onto the cock that pushed against her fold, Lilliana was thwarted as he growled against her breast, rough hands coming down to grasp her hips as he flipped her, her thighs spreading naturally to accommodate his body.
"Not yet, doll. Not yet." He grinned once more at her, a hand curling into her hair, tugging sharply as he kissed his way down her body, not stopping until his face was level who her mound, his breath hot against her. Looking up at her with those gorgeous emerald eyes, he watched her as he reached out with his tongue, one slow lick up her folds, circling around her clit as he pushed both of her legs over his shoulders.
Arching against that first touch, an embarrassingly loud moan ripped out of her throat, a hand gripping his hair tightly as her hips jerked forward to meet his tongue. She could feel his feral smile pressed against her as he increased the speed of his tongue.
Her thighs clenched around his head, grinding up to his tongue, pleasure coursing through every inch of her body.
He growled, the vibrations pulsing against her flesh as he pushed her thighs wide apart, calloused hands gripping thighs hard enough to leave bruises as he devoured her, there was no better word for how he feasted upon her.
Keeping her spread wide before him, he entered her with one finger, thrusting the digit gently before add another, stretching her, curling both fingers deep within her.
Wanton moans escaped her throat, even as she turned to bite her own arm to try and muffle the sounds. He continued until she was shaking and quivering before him, an orgasm, a thing she had never felt before, ripped through her, causing all of her muscles to freeze and then begin to shake as her back arched off of the mattress, her pert breasts bouncing with the movement, nipples hardened into little peaks.
She felt his laugh then, pressed into her folds, the vibrations only causing the spasms she felt to worsen, until he finally pulled away from her thighs, mouth wet as he kissed up Lillie's body, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue circling the tight, pink bud until he pulled away once more, teeth scraping as he laughed at her whimper.
Before she could pull him down once more, wanting to feel that glorious tongue on every inch of her wanting skin, he flipped her, calloused hands pulling her hips into air before he gently pushed her head down.
She quivered beneath him, the humid air hitting her wet flesh until suddenly he pushed, guiding his pulsing member against her, pulling back until he was aligned with her body, poised to enter.
She gripped the pillow with her fingers,preparing for the pain that was sure to come. With an easy, full thrust, he pushed into her, groaning at the sensation. She tried to muffle her scream, to show that she was strong enough, but God, he stretched her to the point that she felt like she was being torn apart, his length thick and long within her. She could not keep the pain out of her voice, stretching away from him.
His hands softened the grip he had had on her hips, thumbs rubbing against her lower back as he stopped mid thrust. His voice was soft as he spoke to her, as though calming a rabid animal. "I'm sorry doll. I didn't know...We'll make it good. Slow and good, doll."
He waited for her to nod before he gripped Lilliana's hips again, though this time with not suchunhindered force. Moving slowly, he pushed into her once more,a deep groan escaping him, which only seemed to increase her ebbing desire.
He continued his slow pace, rubbing at her hips as he kissed along her spine. The fullness she felt, it slowly gave way to the stretching of her cunt, the pain falling, pulsing away to a strange desire. Soon, the pace he kept, the whispered words of comfort weren't enough. Pushing her hips back, her ass pressed against his pelvic bone.
He moaned then, low and full of desire as his hand came down to grip a handful of the flesh of her ass, kneading it with deliciously rough hands."Ohh...yeah, doll. Look at you, you're a natural." He gripped her hips hard then, pulling her back and pushing her forward in a rhythm that slowly picked up pace until they were hardly more than animals, grunting and moaning in the ecstasy of their joining.
It didn't take long for her to lose control of her own self, no longer even bothering to muffle herself in the rough pillow beneath her face as he reached to intertwine his fingers through her blonde hair, pulling her back into a harsher arch, her breath stilted from the odd angle her neck was held. A breathless laugh left her as his hand left her hair to curl around her throat, his cock pressed deeply into her as he brought his other hand up to smack her ass, the flesh bouncing with the movement.
This was freedom. Glorious and indecent and full of curses no lady should think to utter. As he approached his own orgasm his groaned low in his throat, hand curling roughly against her shoulder, releasing her throat as he pulled out of her, thrusting his cock between her cheeks, making her clench with a forbidden desire,rubbing himself to release there until the evidence sprayed across her ass with a loud curse.
As he fell to his back, laughing to himself, Lilliana allowed herself to lie beside the scoundrel, suddenly sore all over, as her own laughter took over.
Oh yes, she thought to herself. Her father was going to be furious. Who marry his whore of a daughter now?
Lillie's father was beyond furious at supper that evening. Lillie had never seen his face such a deep shade of purple.
When she had arrived home, her father was no where to be seen, but Eleanor was waiting for her, fighting back her smile as she gazed upon her. Telling her to bathe, quickly, Eleanor helped Lillie become presentable for her family once more, carefully styling her hair to hide the bruises left on herneck.
She had been proud, when she first dressed, when she first sat at the large table. But now, as she met her father's gaze, Lillie was suddenly terrified. He nearly shook with his fury.
In the end, the two ended up in a match of screams, both proclaiming their own righteousness in their actions. It ended in tears as he threatened to send her away, for good, to cut her off from all of the family's funds. Lillie stormed away, tears blurring her vision as her mother stayed to calm the her father.
Later, as she lay curled into a ball in her silk nightgown, her mother entered, looking not angry, but terribly disappointed in her daughter. She explained in hushed tones that she was hardly able to calm down her husband. That only compromise for punishment would sate his anger.
With horror, Lilliana listened to what she would be forced to do, for her act of disobedience. She was to be sent to a nunnery, far away, so none would recognize her, in case there was a ...complication due to her coupling with the stranger. She would stay gone long enough to handle any problems that grew within her, and for her father to attempt to erase the rumors that now spread like wildfire, from family to family. Long enough to find a decent man who would take her, ruined as she was.
In return, Lilliana would not be cut off from the family, she would still enjoy their fortune. She would not be an outcast, an enemy of her own name.
Tears fell as she heard the ultimatum, but she knew this was the only choice she had now. Her rashness led her down this path.
Her mother, gentle as she was, wiped Lillie's tears away. "This is why you mustn't allow your emotions to control you so. There are some things in life you will never escape. You have a duty to your father, to this family, to the great name you bear. You will answer the call, Lillie. You must."
With that,she left, leaving the sobbing girl to her wallow in her thoughts.
Lillie must have fallen asleep, exhausted from her tears, because she awoke to creaking of her door, the moonlight pouring over her barely covered body. Looking up with sleep blurred eyes, she saw Eleanor's familiar frame.
"Eleanor? What's wrong?"
Her governess rushed to her side, nearly gliding in her graceful movements, hushing her. "I heard what your father has demanded, child. Do...do you wish to agree to this? To be trapped among those people?"
Lillie curled into Eleanor's side, a natural position after all this time. She shook her head as Eleanor softly stroked her long, free locks, tangled from her short rest.
"I could save you, from this horrid experience dear." Eleanor's voice was nearly...timid, something she had yet to hear from the woman she admired. Lilliana's head snapped up, her blue eyes suddenly bright, and full of hope.
"Truly? You will talk to father, tell him that I am undeserving of such a thing?" Her voice rung higher, excitement rushing through her veins.
Eleanor brought a hand up to shush her, glancing worriedly at the door."I'm afraid he is too far in his anger for such logic, darling. You should have known he would have...reacted poorly"
Lilliana began to open her mouth, quick to defend her actions, but Eleanor merely shushed her again. "I know dear, I know, but men like your father...they will never understand the likes of us, women who wish to be free, who burn with a fire too hot to be contained. We will always need a place to release some of those flames, to share our brilliance with another, or we will suffer to burn up, from the inside out."
Gripping Lillie's chin, she stared down at her with such great intentness that she thought there just may be a true fire, bright and pure, burning there in the woman's eyes.
"I have only one option, to save you from this fate. We must run, tonight, for I hear your father has a contact coming to collect you at first light. We will, of course, need to perpetuate the lie that I decided to escort you myself but..." She shook her head, clearing away thoughts. "Do you agree, Lillie? To run with me, tonight?"
Lilliana stared up at the woman she had grown so close to in the past months, the sole person who encouraged her passion, who celebrated it, instead of teaching her to be dull with no ambition. There was no moment where she debated her options. Lillie nodded, tears welling and falling down her cheeks, relief coursing through her in great waves.
The relief she felt seemed to be echoed in Eleanor's features as tears welled in her eyes as well. But as Lilliana looked to her, shock and fear gripped her tightly for those were tears of blood that fell down porcelain cheeks.
Fear trembled in her voice as she cried out. "Eleanor! Y..your eyes!"
There was no fear, or surprise in Eleanor's face, only a gentle smile as she held Lillie's cheeks, tilting her head to the side, exposing her bruised neck. "Hush now, darling. Everything will make sense shortly."
With those words, Lillie didn't even have a moment's chance to struggle as Eleanor exposed her fangs, Fangs!, and bit through the flesh of Lillie's neck.
A wave of pure euphoria ripped through the girl, a moan muffled upon her lips as Eleanor pressed a hand over her mouth, her own moan lost in the flesh of her neck.
For a few beautiful moments, it was though they were one, Lilliana's very life force flowing into Eleanor. The Kiss caused her to clench her thighs, sore as they were, as that seemingly endless need coiled low in her stomach. Her breasts tightened, the nipples visible through her thin gown.
Eleanor continued to drink, long and deep, as her own body reacted, pressing to Lilliana until there was no space between them where they did not touch. Her hand kneaded Lillie's small breast, soft and unlike anything Lillie had ever imagined before.
Eleanor did not stop until there was nothing left within the girl, and her heart stuttered and then beat one last time. Biting at her own wrist, she forced her vitae down Lillie's throat until the damned blood called her back from the dead, from whatever awaited her, and she began to drink aggressively, her brilliant eyes opening.
Plenty had said that Lillie was a beautiful girl, coming from a line of excellent breeding, but now...oh now, it was more, so much more. It was nearly painful to look upon her, a beautiful doll, frozen in time.
They left within the hour, Eleanor writing a quick note as Lilliana gathered their things, eager to escape this place, to understand what she now was.
Eleanor explained, in patient tones, what she had done, what awaited Lillie now. She was stunned at first, before the sadness hit her. She mourned for what she had lost, but quickly realized that now...now she had her freedom. Once she endured her training within the Daeva, whom she learned to be her Clan, once she had mastered her self control, Eleanor allowed her to roam, to do has she chose, as long as she stayed close enough to come to her Sire, once she was called.
Little did Lilliana know that shortly, her Sire would call upon her with the request of a favor that would change her forever. Fate had much in store for the young Daeva.