Unknown island off the coast of Greece, 1222BC
His chambers weren't what she had imagined them to be. Thick, rich red and gold drapes hung down from the canopy, a wooden handcrafted rack of ancient looking scrolls stood in the far corner of the first room. She didn't go through the curtains that were pulled back, the room through them his most private where she could see his garments of vibrant golds, red and blacks. His sanctuary described him perfectly.
She gently wrapped her fingers around one of the support poles, keeping a hold while she looked down at the tables which held scrolls and scholarly scripts, all written in either Greek or Latin. She drifted the fingers of her free hand over them, reading the words aloud in her mind to herself. They foretold tales of experiments, of how one man had experimented on the human physiology. He had discovered great things, but not without the cost of his experiments dying, the toll proving too great on their fragile bodies.
Her eyes drifted around as she pulled her own cloak tighter around herself. It was the one he had given her eight years ago, and it never left her person. The scent on it was distinctly human -her scent- but there was an underlying one that she wouldn't have been able to detect as a human. It was a rich, musky scent that made her stomach coil in delight. It smelt like power and ruin all in the same scent, and it smelt like forbidden emotions and sin all rolled into one. It was undeniably his scent.
She had heard Arcadius leave not long ago, Athenodora too. He hadn't killed her, something that calmed her a little, but still set her on edge. She was still out there, seeking vengeance. She had no doubt she would return to claim it either. It worried her. How long before she returned and all of her happiness shattered before her like glass?
A slight breeze was wafting in through the entrance curtains, those ones closed, concealing her from the outside view of whomever was there. Her mind wandered to other things, more forbidden acts. How would he claim her? Would he be gentle? Would he be kind? He had said he would accommodate her inexperience, but for how long before, he also, like men, because impatient and chased his own pleasure?
Sex frightened her. Her older sister had told her such horrible stories, as had her friends and the older girls in the village. Lay still and let him have his way with you and you might survive the night, a woman had cackled at a public union to a younger girl. Others had soon joined in. Get on your hands and knees and let him mount you like a bitch in heat, one had jeered to rambunctious laughter from the others. Men are savage in darkness, another had wisely spoken. If he says you spread your legs, you ask how far. If he asks for your mouth, you give it. If he asks for a fuck that would not bring about a child, you roll over and let his cock punish you, for it knows what you desire... Those words had terrified her as a child.
How much would he be like the men of her village as the women described?
The drapes shifted as he entered, her eyes immediately raising to meet his. He held some of her garments over his arm, his ruby eyes not leaving hers as he placed them on the chair in front of her. She looked at them. They were her longest dresses, all with red and black mixed with gold thread on them. He stared at her for a long moment before he spoke. "Are you frightened of me?"
Her lips parted as she softly exhaled. "No," she answered quietly, "just intimidated a little." She added.
He nodded as he moved around the table, coming to stand before her. She tilted her head to look at him for he was over half a foot taller than she was. His fingers ghosted over her jawline. "Are you scared of what is to come?" He asked and she nodded. "Yes." She whispered without hesitation.
His answer was harsh. "Do not be." He commanded, demanded of her. She swallowed. "How can I not be when I have heard such tales of what this act entails?" She asked timidly and his eyes blazed. "Forget what you know -it shouldn't be hard. You clung to certain memories as you turned. Relinquish your hold on those which have no significance, no importance, and they were become faint over time. Hold onto them, and you will allow them to control your actions for the rest of your immortal life." He stated coolly. "What do humans know of pleasure? They experience it for a moment and think they know everything. They know nothing. Fornication is nothing to be ashamed of; it is an act as old as the Gods. You will not be ashamed of such an act ever again. I am not. You will soon experience such things that have no basis on what you were told as a human. Pleasure and pain cross a fine line, something I will show you over our coming centuries together. I will make you my wife, my mate, and together, you will see and experience such things that mortals could only dream of seeing and doing."
Her eyes glazed over as she nodded, his hand dropping from her jaw as she did so. He walked away and through the curtain that were pulled back, disappearing from view. She stared for a moment before realisation dawned on her. He was waiting for her to choose, she discovered. He was giving her the choice.
One foot moved after another, and then another, and she found herself stepping through the curtained doorway. They brushed against her back as he released the rope which kept them open, both falling shut behind her. He was stood on the other side of the room, the luxurious woven rugs soft beneath her pale feet. He dropped the rope, it swaying from where it was suspended on the support beams. His eyes pierced her own.
She found herself frozen in his stare as he walked leisurely across the space, shrugging his cloak off as he went, tossing it over one of the support beams above him. She quivered as she felt the power and hunger in his approach. It was intoxicating. Her feet began to move again, and she found herself before him, their eyes locked still as he reached behind her, undoing the clasp of her own cloak, carefully peeling it from her quivering body. It too joined his on the beam above them.
His hands brushed down her bare arms as he guided her backwards, one hand cupping the back of her neck as he pushed his lips against her own. It was as though mountains were erupting within every cell of her body. Soft as silk lips glided over her own, warm in their touch, caressing her in a way only a lover would. They moved with experience, with skill, while her own moved sloppily, unable to draw on past experiences to match his in this heat fuelled moment. His thumb brushed her upper arm, lighting her nerve endings on fire with the simplest feather like caress.
Gentle tugging at her dress strings caused her to pull back, his mouth simply moving to her neck, to the spot where his mouth had already been once before. A sharp gasp slipped from her lips as his venomous teeth scraped against the only mark on her body. It made her insides quiver with delight, her eyes falling shut as a strange noise vibrated from her parted lips. His hands continued to undo her dress ties -three of them. He pulled the first one loose, and then the second.
His hands fell to her waist after the third, the dress still clinging to her figure with the clasps that were down her back. Her eyes drifted open, fingers melding into his silvery gold tendrils, a gentle moan leaving her lips as a hand brushed against the underside of her breast, the little glancing touch setting her skin on fire under the pale blue silk of her garment.
Lips left her skin, only to reappear as he turned her in a movement too fast for mortal eyes, fingers seeking the golden clasps on her dress. He popped them open one by one -all ten of them- taking great care not to break a single one. The silk fluttered forward with nothing keeping it in place. It fell to her waist, her shapely breasts covered with a band of white cloth, folded over to make it thicker. It ran across her cleavage, her nipples already straining against the chafing linen, not that it bothered or irritated her. A hand circled her throat from behind, wetness trailing around the shell of her ear as the dress fluttered to the ground, revealing the strips of cloth that were tied around her intimate area, obscuring it from view.
Lysandra couldn't believe it. This was different than how it had been described. He wasn't throwing her onto the plush bed in front of them, lined with embraided silk and cotton sheets; He was taking his time. His hand drifted across her stomach, pressing lightly, while his other hand cupped her cheek and turned her face towards his, his mouth capturing hers in a sensational kiss that made a growl slip from his lips.
His hand drifted upwards and cupped her breast through the linen. Lysandra broke the kiss to let her head fall back onto his shoulder, her lips parting in a soft exhale as she sighed, her face turning into his neck, seeking comfort where she knew she would find it. His hands left her skin and moved for the tie on the linen concealing her breasts. It fell undone with a simple twist of his hands, dropping to the rug beneath their feet, kicked away, forgotten until later. His hands grasped her breasts, fingers gently circling her nipples, her face twisting as she shuddered in his grasp. His fingers gently pulled at them, the buds stiffening in his soft skinned fingers, a light groan tumbling from her lips as her abdomen coiled inside.
"Caius," she breathed sultry, her eyes still shut. He gave a slight smug tilt of his lips at hearing his name fall from her in such a way, his fingers squeezing the peaks in his fingers tighter. She gave a startled noise, the pressure causing a slight crack along the darkened skin to appear. He hummed, trailing his nose down her temple before his mouth reach her ear, lightly pulling at the lobe with his teeth. "There is a fine line between pleasure and pain, my love," he murmured, resuming his gentle pulling, the crack healing on her skin with venom. Her eyes fluttered open, looking at him from the corner of her almond shaped eyes. "I have waited for this moment, and I will not be rushed." He warned, his fingers trailing around the dark circle atop her breasts. She quivered, a hand coming up to thread through the golden locks once more as he pressed his lips against the spot behind her ear that made her knees feel weak.
Fingers left her breasts and trailed down. They toyed with the edge of the linen which concealed the area that no-one had even been in. His lips curled up mirthfully. "If I were to slip my hand inside here, what would I feel your arousal?" He murmured lightly into her ear. Her eyes drifted open slightly. He would. She could feel the strange slickness covering her most sensitive skin and her inner thighs. She could smell a strange, salty sweet scent coming from there, and she knew he did too. The tips of his fingers drifted inside, and she hummed, twisting and pushing her face into the crook of his neck. "I do not know." She murmured, her lips brushing his skin. "Why do you not find out?"
He smirked widely, his hand disappearing beneath the cloth. They slid through the small mass of light coloured curls before they reached where they wanted to be. A sharp gasp left her lips as her eyes flew open, his fingers probing at the source of the wetness. A sharp cry left her lips as he circled her entrance, his other arm holding her to him tightly, regardless of how much she twisted and bent over in his grasp, her body unable to handle the enhanced feel of his fingers as they probed her entrance.
A sharp pant left her lips as her chest heaved. "I can't," she gasped out, the feeling what would have normally been small magnified a hundred thousand times over with her new senses. He chuckled cruelly behind her. "You can, and you will," he taunted before a single digit pressed inside her, caressing her fluttering walls inside. His thumb rubbed at her clitoris, the nub swelling beneath the circular motions.
It was all too much; not a moment later and the quivering reached its peak. She wept in his arms, her mouth falling open as she let her head fall back, her honey blonde hair still in its complicated style. A few strands fell in front of her eyes as she squeezed them shut. Wetness coated his hand, something he revelled in as he pulled it away, the scraps of cloth which covered her being used to clean it.
One moment she was upright, the next she felt the silken sheets beneath her. Red eyes flashed open, watching as he moved after her on the bed. A hand pushed her flat as her head hit the downy soft pillows, his hands gently removing the scraps of linen from around her waist, soaked with her arousal. They too fell to the floor.
Lysandra laid there, chest heaving with unnecessary breaths as she watched him. His eyes were sweeping down her bare form, the red orbs silently caressing each crease and curve of her figure. They snapped back to her. "Are you ready?" He asked lightly, her head slightly inclining in response. He gave a slight smirk, his hands reaching back for the tie to his own garment. She moved first, hands reaching out to assist. "Allow me," she whispered.
His eyes darkened somewhat as he watched her move forward, her hands gently sliding around the back of his neck to release the golden clasp which held his attire together. She unclasped it carefully, attempting to reign in her newborn strength, something she did successfully. The red chiton was discarded somewhere off the bed, his black tunic shirt next being pulled off by her surprisingly still hands. She dropped it to the side, his hands finding her face as he clutched either side, his lips pressing insistently against her own, something she returned as he lowered her backwards.
Her head pressed into the pillows once more, and he released her lips. His finger caressed the column of her throat, the side he hadn't marked. "I will mark you here upon the verge of completion," he explained, his voice firm and unwavering. His other hand found hers, guiding it up to his own throat. "You will repeat the action later, not now. Your marking of myself must be separate. I will be kind, once, and minimise the pain you may feel from this, but others I will not as they will not hurt. Do you understand?" He demanded harshly.
Lysandra nodded with wide eyes, his loincloth being discarded easily as he slid between her thighs. He gave a low smirk, taking hold of her thighs and spreading them wide, letting them fall open as he released them, his hand probing at her entrance once more. Satisfied with what he found, his hand withdrew, moving to his engorged length. Her eyes widened a little. "That will not fit," she voiced worriedly, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth nervously before releasing it.
He laughed, guiding the mushroomed head to her small entrance. "Of course it will, Lysandra." He jested, a hand clutching her chin. He held her gaze before directing it down to where they were soon to be joined. "Watch," he ordered.
She couldn't believe her eyes; slowly, he pushed his cock inside her, her eyes widening at the sensation. It felt like someone was stretching the inside of her body. A sharp stinging feeling became gradually worse as his invasion of her innermost parts became deeper. Her face twisted. It wasn't unpleasant on a scale of how transforming had been- absolutely not- but it wasn't entirely painless either. Her fingers spasmed as they clutched his arms, her nails digging into the skin and breaking it, the sweet smell of venom wafting across to her as she gave a quiet groan.
His feeling was another entirely. It was as though someone was squeezing his length, like someone had a vice around it. He pushed in a little more, her hips flinching towards him. A smug smirk curved at his lips, a hiss leaving it as she broke his skin. She shuddered, her walls already starting to pulse around his length, or what was inside of her anyways.
Lysandra grimaced, her eyes flashing open to stare at him, his face smug over a mask of concentration. "How much more is there to enter me?" She whimpered out. His eyes flashed to her, a smirk twisting his features. "I am not even halfway in, Lysandra." He commented airily and her eyes bulged. Her head dropped back down. "I do not think anymore will fit into me." She confessed timidly and he chuckled. "It will, but I am being gentle per your request. I can always not be if you wish to experience the pain quickly and have it over sooner?"
Her fingers tightened their grip on his arm in response and his sadistic grin widened, already knowing her answer. "As you wish, my love," he hissed, pulling back ever so slightly.
She almost sighed in relief when he pulled back, but the relief was short lived. He pushed forward harshly, invading her walls, searing pain ripping through her innermost parts in response. A short scream slipped between gritted teeth as he did so, her eyes squeezing shut. It was highly uncomfortable. He was seated fully within her too, her injured walls pulsing around her, begging for her to make the foreign object inside her withdraw. She could feel the rounded swell of his engorged testicles pressed against the soft swell of her bottom, her chest heaving as she pushed past the pain.
Caius was practically thrumming with triumph; she could both feel and sense it. Pleasurable growls slipped between his teeth as he closed his own eyes in his personal pleasure, reopening them to gaze down at her trembling form. "I told you there is a fine line," he reminded, pulling his hips back to push forward once more. A shocked groan shook her lips as she cried out, the pain slowly ebbing as he repeated the motion.
After the fifth surge, there was no pain despite a slight twinge every time he moved into her again. He was smirking widely, her eyes still wide as she held onto his arms for dear life. The bed creaked around them, his hand grabbing her leg in response to a sudden moan that escaped her mouth. He pulled it up around his waist, her body slipping under his even more as he slid into her deeper than she thought was possible. She could feel him in her stomach, it felt so strange. He hit a spot so deep she convulsed and shuddered wildly, his cruel smile widening even more.
There was no stopping the thrusts now. She didn't want to. Her hands clung to his shoulders as his face buried itself in her throat, snarling as his hips smacked into hers, being gentle now gone well out of reach. A heavy moan slipped through her lips. She could feel everything; it was almost too much. Her legs shook as they were splayed either side of him, one pulled up onto his waist. One hand of hers wound itself in his hair, holding him to her neck. He didn't seem to mind, his lips messing with her sanity as his lips and tongue painted patterns on the smooth white skin.
It began as a strange coiling sensation in her lower abdomen, similar to what she had experienced earlier, but even more powerful than the first. Her walls fluttered around his length, and he felt it too, a sharp chuckle coming from his lips. "I didn't expect you to release so soon, Lysandra," he purred her name in her ear making her shiver. He laughed once more, pulling back to look into her eyes. "It will be so much fun training you to withhold those releases of yours."
She didn't understand what he meant, but she did the pleasure that swept through her bones. A scream slipped from between her teeth and she wailed out her pleasure, her release coating him in a sticky wetness as he continued to invade her body throughout. A snarl sliced through the air as she shook violently.
Teeth pierced her skin, sinking deep into her throat. The stinging of the venom as it was injected into her immortal body made a surprised squeal slip from her lips. He snarled even louder than her exclamation of surprise, drowning it out, his hips pounding into hers, his movements a blur. Another shriek slipped from her mouth, the feelings coursing through each of her two-hundred and six bones enough to lay waste to entire cities. She yowled, sobs slipping from her lips as she was unable to regain control of her feelings. Another burst of wetness coated him.
He was growling and snarling above her, his own limbs giving a violent shake as he joined her in release. She could feel him inside her, swelling and spurting out his own release. It painted her innermost walls in a cool, cold wetness that made her shudder as she felt it drip inside of her own body. His cock remained hard, a reminder to her about the lack of stamina that human men had which he certainly did not possess.
She was still as he finished, a heaviness covering her bones. She felt different, like she was a proper woman, her throat stinging as the venom seared around her fresh mark, one that held a more significant meaning that the one that matched it on the opposite side of her neck. He trailed his nose around it, inhaling sharply as he did so.
He too was silent as he pulled back, staring down at her dazed expression for a minute or two before he smoothed his hand over her hair, pushing back the pieces that had escaped. His lips came down upon hers lightly, the tip of his tongue touching hers, his hand gently caressing her face as he rose back up. She gave a bashful smile, her own hand coming up as she sat up a little, pushing her own lips against his. His hand cupped her face, his other one cupping her waist, the thumb of that hand gently stroking her ivory skin.
She moved back, her eyes searching his as their faces remained pressed together. "You promise to always keep me safe and love me?" She whispered, briefly closing her eyes as he caressed her face before she reopened them. His eyes met hers with a blazing intensity that she couldn't doubt his response. "I swear on it before the Gods of old," he answered strongly.
A small, tender smile took hold of her lips as she pressed them against his softly. "And I promise to always remain loyal and love you with every bone in my body for all of eternity," she whispered back, a gentle hand caressing his face in return. "I too swear it before the Gods of old," she added, her voice full of sincerity as she gazed up at him.
A groan left his lips as he brought her onto her side, falling down onto the bed beside her, his hand reaching for the pins that kept her hair up, pulling them out as he pushed his lips against hers. She answered him with a surprising ferocity for someone who had just engaged in such an act for the first time. The sounds of dawn reached them both and she glanced to where the slightest rays of the awakening sun began to reach them. It crept through a shift in the red and gold drapes, turning her skin into diamonds how she so loved. She gave a soft titter under her breath. "I did not realise dawn was upon us so soon," she confessed and he smirked, threading through the honey blonde curls that reached her waist.
His smirk widened. "Time is nothing to us, my love. A blink and an hour passes. A close of your eyes and half a day does." He stated and she gave a soft smile. "I didn't think I would have the life I do now when I found you," she stated softly and he chuckled, trailing his hand down her arm lightly, sending the nerve endings there on fire. "Nor did I, yet now we are bonded tighter than marriage. No one can separate us, not even the Gods of old." He declared.
Lysandra hummed. "Will we become man and wife over eternity?" She asked gently and he hummed too, moving a strand of hair from in front of her eyes to behind her ear. His fingers lingered there, lightly tugging on her earlobe. "We will, and then we will have a feast fit for royalty." He stated strongly.
Her smile widened as she placed a hand over her new mark. "How will I do yours?" She asked inquisitively and his mouth grew into the widest smirk she had seen him display. In a flash of motion he was on his back, her legs either side of his waist as she straddled his abdomen. He placed his hands on the pale expanse of her flat abdomen, pressing lightly as he guided her backwards to where his hard shaft was rigidly upright, awaiting her mounting of it. She frowned. "You want me... on top of you?" She questioned and his smirk widened, if that was even possible. "Yes, Lysandra. I took my pleasure, time for you to claim yours. Gather your courage, your confidence, your pride. Grow as a woman while I worship you from beneath. This is just the beginning. We are only half a day out of three into this coupling. I have much to teach you." He declared.
Her eyes widened as she slid down onto his shaft, her eyes widening even more as she found that he filled every inch of her quivering tunnel inside. He raised her up a little, giving a series of short, sharp quick thrusts that had her crying out and bucking her hips for more. He released her, settling her back down with a smug grin as her eyes flashed open. The pleasure ebbed away slowly, her hips beginning to rotate as she chased after it. He chuckled sadistically, his hand moving forward to rub at the swollen nub that was peeking out between her glistening folds. She made a noise and jolted forward as he mercilessly rubbed it in rough, circular motions.
A hand grasped her hip once more, lifted her, and then let her drop down. It wasn't unpleasant, the stretching feeling inside of her, but it wasn't necessarily pleasant either. She was stretched uncomfortably for someone who had just been deflowered and she knew he could see that. He dropped her down again, her breasts bouncing uncomfortably against her chest. His thumb kept rubbing, her walls squeezing him tighter and tighter as she chased her third release of their fornication. She shuddered as the head of his cock brushed against something inside of her, wetness coating his appendage as it emerged and disappeared inside her again.
He gave a loud growling groan beneath her, her eyes widening as she saw them begin to darken to a charcoal black. It was frightening, and when he spoke to her, it was through growls that slipped between his teeth. "Do it," he hissed up at her. Her brows furrowed until he pulled her forward, pushing her face into his throat as he coiled his arms around her waist, using his experience to hold her squirming body tight against his own as he planted his feet, using his immortal strength to deliver a punish pace, her mouth falling open as she screamed, the pleasure ten times more potent than it had been before. It felt like he was everywhere inside of her. A hand pushed her against his skin, her mind losing to the beast inside of her as she fell into the pleasurable abyss, her teeth sinking into the skin of his shoulder just above the bone.
He yowled beneath her, stiffening, his cock ceasing its punishing pace as it ejaculated inside of her, painting her walls with its semen. She trembled in his grasp. The sweet taste of venom washed over her tongue, her teeth slipping from his skin and he gave a few brutal last thrusts as the wetness stopped spurting inside of her, her cheek pressed against his pale skin as she tried desperately to regain control of her feelings.
He stilled after a while, his hand drifting up and down her back while they were still connected in a carnal way, her body shaking against his. She was silent too, her hand gripping his arm tightly as it to anchor herself to him. He smoothed back her honey blonde hair as he silently pushed his lips into her hairline. "Now, Lysandra," he murmured gently, her eyes drifting up to meet his as her body still trembled. He smirked cruelly. "No one can take you from me, ever."
Authors note: And there you have it. I won't lie and say this is a once off chapter, because it won't be. As always, hope you enjoyed as that took me a helluva long time to write!