Chapter 8
By MG
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Charles lazily walked to the front door, responding to the fourth call of the doorbell, muttering a slight curse beneath his breath. He threw it open quickly, alarm marring his brow when he saw none other than Olivia, drenched from head to toe.
"I am sorry to come to you at such an hour, but I had nowhere else to go!" She cried out to him, the tears sliding down her face. He pulled her into his arms and cradled her head to his chest whilst bringing her inside.
"Olivia, you are freezing!" He said alarmed as he lightly touched his hand to her cool skin. "Come, sit here." He placed her in front of a fireplace before he brought out some wood and began to make a fire. "Rosa!" He called out, a slender woman with long blonde hair came down the stairs quickly, answering his call.
"Yes Charles?" She asked softly.
"Please make a bath for this woman, and see to it that she has clean clothes to wear as well." He commanded.
"Yes, Charles." The woman replied obediently and was off again. He turned back towards where she sat in front of the fire, rubbing her sides repeatedly.
"After your bath you can tell me everything Ok Olivia?" He spoke softly and in a loving tone. She nodded in response as she felt the heat from the fire begin to warm her body.
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A little while later found her silently soaking in a tub filled with suds and smelling salts and behind a tall divider that separated one side of the bathroom from the other. Her eyes were closed and her heart filled with anguish as she thought of the events that had brought her here and cried over them.
She never realized the seductive pose she was making with her leg arched and lazily draped on the edge of the tub. Nor could she have known that Charles stood behind the divider immobilized after coming a few minutes before to bring her a towel with which she could dry her body. He had heard her tears, and came round the corner to attend to her. And she couldn't have known that when he first planted that soft kiss on her lips to comfort her...that her first reaction would not be surprise, but desire.
Desire and need poured into her as she pulled at him, fully clothed, into the tub. Desire had made her respond to his caresses, desire made her need him...desire had made her give in to him and moan because she wanted him tonight more than she had realized. She needed his comfort, his touch; she needed to be within his embrace.
She shivered slightly as he picked her moist body up and out of the tub, and brought her to his room, depositing her gently on the bed. She watched from slitted eyes as he began to divest himself of his now soaked clothes, and was slightly startled when she saw just how much he had wanted her.
He swiftly joined her on the bed, his body poised over her own. She gently placed her arms around his shoulders and looked back at him intensely, yet innocently; their eyes met in an intense fire as he looked down at her.
"You know that I love you...no?" He whispered huskily in her ear and she nodded to him a yes, not really believing that she was there, or what they were about to do. "Do you love me?" He asked her softly, eyes darting from side to side.
"I do." She replied back softly, her heart jumping in her chest, tears brimming in her eyes as he looked down and into them.
"Are you sure that you want me?" He asked her roughly. "Are you certain that this is not just something you feel for the moment that will soon go away?" He prodded. "Olivia, I rather part right now with the pain of knowing that I came so close to you but you were not ready for me, than to make love to you and feel the pain tomorrow when you tell me that you regret what we have done." He ended, swallowing the lump in his throat.
"You need not worry, for I want this just as much as you do Charles."
"Then tell me Olivia." He demanded. "Say the words...tell me you need me." He said to her passionately, yet softly, his breath on her ear sending tickling sensations down her body.
"I love you Charles...I need YOU!" She cried out the last words as he thrusted deep inside her, the pain of him being within her overwhelming; she dug her nails into his shoulders.
The thought of her being a virgin had not crossed his mind. He muttered choice words as he realized that he had messed up, her heart wrenching sobs already drifting to his ears as she lay beneath him, panting from that one stroke.
He kissed her lips, her eyes, her cheeks, her forehead, her neck, her ears, and the tip of her nose as he cried out a thousand apologies for what he had done. But she would hear none of it; she continuously told him that it had not been his fault for he had not known. And when he began to consider retreating, not wanting to hurt her further, she halted him.
"Charles, please don't stop." She cried into his ears, her breath hot to his skin. "I need you so much." She ended huskily; her sobs making her voice come out almost in blurbs.
He moved slowly within her once more, taking it at a pace that would not cause her pain. She moaned softly, sometimes in pain, other times in pleasure. "Charles." She cried out his name passionately, her lips right at his ear as he continued to drive into her.
"Olivia." He grunted softly in response to her call, her body arching against him. She held onto him tightly as the pain began to recede. It was then that he increased his pace, taking her to heights that she had never dreamed of.
Their bodies were jolted with great measure, their voices echoing into the night. He suckled her neck, planting kisses here and there as he began to speak to her huskily.
"Olivia, I do not ever want you to leave me…you are mine." He began possessively yet seriously, his words alone causing her to moan passionately as he slipped his fingers into the back of her hair.
"I could not possibly stay with you...I mean, my family...I do not know what to say...is that what you really want?" She said nervously, slightly confused at the feelings that she was feeling as well as the tone in his voice.
"I could take care of you Olivia." He began. "I would protect you, you know that I would never want to harm you."
"I know."
"Then tell me that you will never leave me." He pleaded roughly. "Tell me that you will stay with me forever."
"Forever." She replied to his call.
"But now I ask you, would you do anything for me Olivia?" He asked her. "For I would do anything for you my love, and I must know...your answer determines whether or not we can ever be together."
"Charles, what is wrong?" She asked worriedly. "You are scaring me...I do not understand." She continued, tears reaching the brim of her eyes because of his words.
"Just answer please." He begged her coarsely. "Would you do anything for me my love?" He paused and then swallowed the lump in his throat before continuing. "Would you die for me?" There was a long pause as she looked in his eyes, wondering if she could possibly answer. The way in which he looked at her intensely, she wondered, was it determination there, or just pure unadulterated passion? Perhaps it was a little bit of both, but most definitely, of all the things she saw, love was there. And then she knew her answer.
"Yes Charles, I would die for you." She replied softly.
"Are you certain?" He asked once more. "Because there are people who might want to take us away...people who say that we should not be together." He continued. "But I just could not stay away Olivia, I just could not stay away...and when you came back to me." He paused. "I knew that it was fated for us to be together. So, if you really want me, you have to be certain...I could never do this if I were not sure that you wanted me, that you would do anything for me."
"Charles, I love you." She said to him. "No one will take me away from you, I feel that it is fate to because I can feel it in my heart." She continued. "You need not question me any longer...I do love you, and I would willingly die for you." She ended softly.
"Then do not hate me my love, for what I am about to do." He paused. "It is the only way." He finished before opening his mouth and sinking his teeth into the crook of her neck.
She tried to scream at first, but the sound would not come out of her throat. She repeatedly scraped at his back, trying to pry him away from her so she could lessen the pain, but he was too strong, and she felt herself wasting energy on a losing battle.
"I love you..." She whispered as she began to lose herself to it. One clear thought had rang through her head at that moment, the murderer on the ship, it was him. And right when she thought she would lose it all, he had released her, and wiped the blood that was dripping down his chin. She stared at him through slitted eyes, half-wondering why he had held back for so long, and half wondering why he didn't deplete her of all she had. And then he did something surprising, he brought his own hand to his chest and using his sharp nails, sliced it horizontally, so that trinkets of blood began to slide down. She didn't know what to think as he brought her head up to his chest and uttered words she didn't expect to hear.
"Drink." He commanded her softly. She turned her head weakly, unsure of what he was asking. "It will not harm you...Olivia please...I know you hate me for what I have done, but I could not bare to spend an eternity without you, so please...drink." He begged.
She slowly brought her lips to the place from where the blood dripped and slipped out her tongue to taste. It tasted odd, and she did not know whether she should throw up or just die there in his arms. "Please my love, it will give you strength." He pleaded once more. She reluctantly placed her lips slightly over the wound and began to lick the warm liquid slowly. To her surprise, with every sip, the vital fluid began to be more enticing to the tongue, until she had placed her entire mouth over the wound and began to suckle it like a babe. She could feel him encouraging her by placing his hand under the small of her back and pressing her to him. Soon she was wrapping her legs around his lower limbs and grasping her hands tightly onto his back so that he would not move away. He grunted loudly when he felt sharp fangs dig deep into his skin and doubled over in pain as she continued to drink of him. The more she drank, the more it became a craving, as she continued to tightly hold him in place; he howled because of it.
Her hair grew longer, curlier. Her eyes became a deeper blue with a slight silver glint, her body, more define. It was when he felt her craving becoming a need that he strongly pushed her away from him and cried out in a deep voice.
"Enough!" He said before falling to her side, spent from all of which she had just taken from him. He could not do it to her; he could not let her have it all the way, to the point in which if she did not have it she would fell sick. With heavy eyes he looked at her as she lie there naked, licking the blood on her lips. He pulled her to him, hugging her close as the two of them fell asleep.
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"No…I won't believe it." Rei shook her head and looked into her mother's eyes, her own filling with tears. "I refuse to believe that you are just like them."
"I am not exactly like those kind of today. My thirst was never a need, I never had to drink it, and I never could. The only blood I had ever drunk was that of an animal." She paused. "In any matter, it is true my darling, I fell in love with him, I didn't mean to, but I did...with none other than the great grandson of Dracula himself." Her mother admitted. "But listen there is more important matters than what you feel towards this matter and who I am that you need to know."
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The next morning she awoke in a daze, not sure of where she was, but realization suddenly dawning on her of what she had done. Her head was tucked nicely into the crook of his neck and tears began to brim her eyes as she remembered the events that had brought her there. She had tried to hold back, but then her resolve just broke as her body began to shake with audible sobs. Tears coursed down her face as she felt his hand move to the small of her back in a rubbing fashion.
What is wrong? He spoke telepathically to her. She looked up at him in alarm as he continued to send comforting words to her. It is all right...you can speak to me telepathically as well...now tell me what is wrong my love?
My friends... She cried. We were attacked...and now they are dead.
Who attacked you? He asked her urgently.
Some men...we...we were going to a party, and they would not let us pass...and then...and then they chased us. She paused. They were of your kind... She cried as she looked away. They killed my friends…
What did they look like? He questioned angrily.
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Charles closed the door to his room and walked silently down the hall wearing only a pair of silky black pajama pants and a long silky black robe to match. He descended the stairs to the foyer where some men sat waiting for him. As soon as they saw him, they all arose and one began to speak. After a long morning of trying to comfort a frantic Olivia, he finally managed to get her to be calm enough so that he could leave her for a moment, so right now he was not in the mood for the crap excuses that his subjects were no doubt about to deliver unto him.
"Sire...it is not our fault...we did not know." The man pleaded.
"Silence." He spoke deeply.
"We were merely going after our next meal as we had always before—"
"I said silence!" He exclaimed, making them all shutter with fear. His eyes became hard as he looked over to a chair where Robert sat, silently observing the situation. "Robert?" Charles called out to him.
"Brother?" He replied.
"Kill them." He ordered before leaving the room despite their protests and cries.
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A month later found Olivia lying on her back in the nude while Charles rubbed her swollen belly. She couldn't believe that things were going so fast, but he assured her that it was normal for the pregnancy to be at an accelerated rate that was a lot faster than that of the average human woman. He told her that children of their kind grew fast, and that as they grew older their growth rate slowed down until it came to a complete halt. Which basically meant that after a certain age, they no longer aged. She sighed as he looked down upon her lovingly, his eyes caressing her figure.
"Did you feel that?" She asked him delightedly.
"It is amazing...knowing that a new life is sitting right here...and kicking." He said as he looked upon her with a charming smile. "You have made me so happy Olivia."
"And you me." She said as she placed her hand atop his, gripping it tightly.
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"Who would of thought that that very child would tear us apart?" Her mother said as she looked away from Rei and to the ceiling. "A kind gypsy woman came to us, and warned us about the forth-coming doom...one that we had to acknowledge...that our daughter would..."
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"...someday try to reign terror on the entire planet." The old woman continued. "It had been foretold in a prophecy long ago...but no one knows the caliber of that prophecy and what exactly will occur."
"How can you be certain that our daughter will cause this destruction...it is unthinkable!" Charles exclaimed as he paced back and forth.
"Perhaps we can stop the prophecy?" Olivia interjected as she took a worried glance at her swollen belly.
"I am sorry, but prophecies always have their own way of being fulfilled...nothing can stop them."
"But how can you be so sure...there must be something we can do."
"There is only one thing that you can do." The gypsy replied. "You would have to kill her."
"Never!" Olivia protested. "That is not an option." She paused. "There must be some other way...someway that we can save her."
"You knew the risk when you did what you did...and that is why your daughter was chosen," The gypsy warned vehemently.
"What are you talking about?" Olivia screamed. "We never did anything wrong!" She continued as she looked at her husband for confirmation, he only turned his head in shame. "Charles...what is going on here?" She started to cry. "What have you not told me?" She said as she walked to him, forcing him to look down upon her. "What is going on, I want the truth!"
"I did not mean to fall in love with you Olivia." He sulked as he fell to the chair and placed his head in his hands. "It happened and I could not stop myself."
"Just tell me what we did wrong!" She screamed at him, tears falling down her face as she felt her heart ripped out of her chest at the fact that he had kept something that was so obviously important away from her.
"Our love—that was the greatest crime." He replied. "Vampires are not allowed to take half breed and breed with them." He resigned.
"I do not understand."
"It means." The gypsy began to clarify. "That your love failed to mention that when a born in vampire bonds with a half breed, which is you, that they have to pay the consequence."
"You are lying!" She cried. "Surely this is not true." She continued as she went over and knelt before him, tears streaming down her eyes. "Tell me that it is not true Charles, and I shall believe you." She pleaded. "Tell me!"
"It…it is true." He resigned. He received a hard cold slap in the face before Olivia stood up and stormed out of the room crying.
"She will look for a mate that will bring forth her offspring, one that is evil just as she is in nature, and will help her bring about the impending doom." The woman continued. "There is a way to make sure that the end of the world does not come...if the angel of light comes into play, and she falls in love with the same man in which your daughter is after, then the peace of the world is ensured." The woman paused. "But in order for this to be complete, there are some matters that should be dealt with, but I can only speak of this matter with you." She said as she looked at Charles.
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"I did not know until later what it was that the gypsy had told Charles that he must do." Her mother coughed more vehemently. "We were at the lake...and I could tell that he was distressed." She paused as she began coughing once more. "For the safety of the future world, we would have to split up: me, him, and the baby. He said that we would see each other again, but that I was to leave my daughter in the hands of a gypsy family and that she would not become what she was until the age of sixteen and then she would be cut off from the world...I found out many years later that that was partly a lie...he did not tell me that he was also given a choice. The gypsy told him that his debt would be paid in full only by death." She sat up slowly, her breath coming out in ragged puffs. "Either he take his own life, or they would come after me and take mine...he died alone and by himself." She paused once more, as a tear rolled down her face. "Hundreds of years later I mated with a human, and I had you." Her mother paused. "But he never knew of my secret, your father died not knowing the truth of my life...I do not deny that I did not love him, even though he adored me. I am sorry to say that I used him in order that I may bring about some degree of light to the prophecy...by having you." Her mother continued. "You were born so that your spirit could rival that of your sister and bring her to a halt."
"But how can I...I refuse to believe that..."
"Hush child...you want your proof?" Her mother inquired. "Well here it is." She said as she reached into her pocket and brought out the same necklace that Rei had seen before in the vision. Rei's eyes widened as she saw what lay in her mother's grasps. "Take it child, it's yours, I have no need for it anymore."
"But mother, if you are what you say you are, than why are you sick? Why are you gaining in age...I am so confused...I do not understand."
"So many questions...your generation is surely a doubtful one." Her mother replied. "But also easily fooled." She finished as her hair suddenly chained from its gray tint to a long black curly structure, her eyes a deep blue. "I am dying because we were wrong about my not needing any blood...after all these many hundreds of years, not taking part in the forbidden drink has finally taken it's toll on me, for a vampire, not drinking blood of that human is like not drinking any water...but I am not afraid, for soon I shall be with the one whom I love."
"Mother, how will I find her?" Rei cried out. "Who is she?"
"Her name, Reianne." Her mother began, calling her by her full name. "Means, for...it means...her name..." Her voice died in her throat as she lost all energy to speak.
"Mother?" Rei cried out with tears in her eyes as she looked upon her pale face. "Mother!" She screamed as she grabbed for the emergency button. Almost immediately nurses and doctors rushed in, and Rei began to step back with tears in her eyes, the necklace still in her grasps. Then she watched in horror with all the rest, as her mother's body disappeared, before turning and running to find Jadeite.
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Look at that bitch, and her bitch friend frolic around in the pool. Mamoru is blinded by her, but I will not sit here and let that happen...he's mine. She slipped on her all to revealing bikini bathing suit and walked into the pool area, ready to play the act that she had planned.
"Beryl?" Mamoru asked in slight contempt as she walked in at the far side of the patio, pretending that she had not seen them. Damn her and her fucking infatuation with me.
"Oh Mamoru, Malachite, I hadn't realized that you were here." She turned around and bent over in their view to show off her breasts, her hands smoothing over her legs to put on suntan lotion, making it plainly obvious that she was ignoring their company. "I had just come to take a dip in the pool, cause it's been so hot lately." She continued with a slight tempt at sensuality as she slowly rubbed on the crème. Both Minako and Usagi took notice of the obvious contempt and looked at each other.
What the fuck is she doing here? Usagi arched her brow.
"I see you've brought your little friends along." Beryl continued with a sour filled voice.
"Yes, you remember Usagi don't you?" He began the introductions. "This is her associate Minako Tsukino."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Minako, and to see you again Usagi as well." She replied bitterly.
"I assure you, the pleasure's ALL mine." Usagi countered with a fake smile. "Why don't you join us Beryl, there's plenty of room in this pool for you I'm sure." She continued, subduing the hatred that she felt because of her presence; she was never one to take contempt from women nicely. In Usagi's background, she never was one to get along with many of them, especially ones who tried to tread on what she owned. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. It's my time now, and I don't feel like dealing with the innocent jealous bitch shit. Usagi pulled herself up with her arms to sit on the pool's edge. She watched as Beryl sauntered over as best as she could in the water and towards their direction.
"Thank you for accommodating me, I really hate to be the third wheel." She combed her fingers through her hair and brought it behind her.
"So..." Usagi began. "What occasion brings you here to the mansion Beryl?" She prompted, getting right to the point.
"It is an understood agreement between Mamoru and I that I could come by anytime if I wanted to use the pool or such, so I decided to drop on by…don't mind me, I'm here all the time." It's a good thing I have Rubeus on total patrol, otherwise I wouldn't have known about this little get together at all. She watched as Usagi's eyes grew distant for the slightest bit of a second before returning.
"How nice." Usagi replied. Just as she was about to continue the butler came in with their food and placed it on the table.
"Dinner is served Master Mamoru." He stated.
"Thank you Grimsome." Mamoru said before turning to his guests. "Well, you heard the man, let's go eat." He said as he began to step out of the pool.
"Beryl, if you would have announced you arrival earlier, perhaps you could have taken part with us." Usagi commented.
"Oh, that's quite all right." She countered. "I took the liberty of telling the cook exactly what I would be having, he'll be out in a minute with my food as well." She watched with amusement as Usagi's face turned a light red with obvious anger before stepping out of the pool.
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Moments later found them eating in groups. Being that the tables by the pool that they were sitting at were really only meant for two, Malachite and Minako ended up sitting together, while Beryl made sure that she squeezed herself in at the table where Usagi and Mamoru sat, much to Usagi's contempt. While Malachite and Minako seemed to have a good time talking and asking each other questions about the other's life, it was an absolute terror at the table where Mamoru sat with either woman at his side. But being that it was a small round table, everyone was in contact with everyone; Usagi narrowed her eyes as she allowed Beryl to continue her banter and flirtatious attempts with Mamoru. She had wanted to quarrel, but thought better of it. If she had continued, Mamoru would have thought that she was jealous, which she wasn't, so she had to play on the smoothness as if she couldn't care less that Beryl was batting her lashes at him, constantly throwing her hair over her shoulders, crossing her legs, or leaning over so that he could get a clear view or her breasts. Usagi knew a better way to get back at her, but she would have to make sure that she laid it on thick for her at the same time that she made it clear to Mamoru that she was not the slightest interested in him. If there was one thing women couldn't stand, it was talking to a man whose eyes were not fixed on you. Besides, sooner or later, she knew Beryl was going to fuck up. So for most of the conversation, she remained silent, nonchalantly yawning once in a while, her arms stretching wide, so that he could get a good view of the curves of her body.
Subtle flirtation…always the best route. She could tell that Beryl was pissed at the way in which, despite her obvious display of arousal and Usagi's lack of care as she ate, he would look at Usagi darkly, lustfully. Usagi merely waited for the right opportunity, and in a few moments it came.
"Wow, I must commend Jeffrey on his cooking, he does a smashing job with his soups." Beryl commented, although Mamoru couldn't figure why she would order hot soup on a hot day just so that she could let it cool down and then eat it.
"Yes, I must agree..." He commented.
"Perhaps I will go and ask Jeffrey to tell me his recipe." She continued as she arose from the table, a suspicious look on her face. "I mean...his and my cook must trade secrets." She attempted to gesture towards the table where the soup was, and Usagi not looking at what was going on, was caught unawares as the soup went splattering all over her bathing suit and body. Beryl smiled knowingly as Usagi cleaned herself as best as she could with a napkin, glancing up at her vehemently.
"Oh dear me, I can't believe that I'm such a klutz." She continued with a fake apologetic look. "I am so sorry Usagi, oh I know how those things stain, you really ought to go get cleaned up." And boom, Usagi would be out of the picture to leave her and Mamoru alone...
"Oh, that's quite all right Beryl...Mamoru, could you show me to a room with a shower where I can get this awful mess off of me?" She asked sweetly. Before he could answer, Beryl already began to voice her protest.
"Why don't you have one of the servants do that for you?" She asked. "After all, it would be rude of Mamoru to leave his guests unattended."
"It's quite all right I'm sure, after all, perhaps in the process you could give me that tour of the upstairs that you promised." Usagi continued leeringly, suggestively; Mamoru knew what that meant. "Since Malachite is entertaining Minako and you so obviously come here by yourself often, I'm sure you could do without Mamoru for but a second." She finished.
"I'll just be a few moments Beryl, won't be long." He quickly arose from his seat, and the two of them disappeared into the mansion.
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"This is a fine place you got here Mamoru." Usagi said as they continued to walk down the halls. "So…where does its master sleep?"
"You want to see the bedroom?" He asked cautiously, unsure of her intentions. He has assumed that her display before had been a promise of something more…but the calm way in which she had been acting as if nothing affected her, had forced him to put his thoughts behind him.
"That is part of the mansion, right?" She asked nonchalantly.
"Right this way." He turned down one of the darker halls, leading her away from the open rooms.
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Usagi stood in his bedroom slightly awed at the decoration there. The room had a lot of brown mahogany furniture that was engraved with different Greek mythological designs and the bed itself was covered in dark burgundy satin sheets and surrounded by sheer black curtains. On the other side of the bed there was a huge balcony that had French Mahogany Double doors with gold handles and dark thick burgundy curtains embroidered with lighter burgundy designs. From what she could tell, the floor on the balcony was made of a mixture of black marble and ivory as well. In the far corner of the room, four huge white columns stood surrounding a built in floor bath. And in the center of the room, against the wall, lay a huge fireplace that was surround by a black iron gate. Despite the fact that all the visible instruments to set it with was there, she did not doubt that it was set by remote control.
"So..."
"So what?" She replied calmly as she was still taking everything in.
"What do you think?" He asked. "I am pretty sure you have a artists eye in mind right now." And for the first time since she entered the room, she looked at him with a hidden look that he didn't understand.
"You have great taste." She paused. "But right now...I'm suddenly interested in that shower...I wonder what the bathroom looks like." She said as she crossed her arms beneath her top and slowly removed it, tossing it teasingly at his face; the gesture in itself was highly arousing. He stood there in shock as he brought his hand to his face to remove it just in time to see her seductively taking off her bikini bottom.
"Do you always strip in a stranger's bedroom?" He asked darkly as his eyes openly roamed her figure.
"Well," She began as she threw the bottom to him. "You're not a stranger Mamoru...and it's not like you haven't seen me before." She continued seductively. "You're not shy at seeing a woman's body when you're not fucking her are you?" She arched her brow.
"No."
"Well then...I'm going to take a shower now..." She began as she turned around and headed towards the door that she believed to be the bathroom. "Perhaps you might join me?" She paused again. "Help me reach those hard to reach places hmmm?" His head tilted slightly to the side.
"And my guests?" He said as he arched his brow at her, although she could not see it, as she opened the door; she turned her head slightly to look him eye to eye, sure that she had his attention.
"Would you rather be entertaining them?" She paused as she licked her lips seductively for his benefit. "Or me?" She walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open in invitation. "The choice is yours." He stared at her retreating back, then at his door, then at her again as she sauntered around in his bathroom.
You've been thinking about this for days on end and when she openly offers you suddenly get a fucking conscience? What the fuck do you have to think about it for? His mind screamed to him.
"Fuck the guests." He pushed off his shorts, allowing them to land next to her bathing suit, before following her in.
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Usagi and Mamoru had only been gone for a few moments before Beryl got up to follow them. She was surprised at how quickly she had lost them, and ended up having to search for their whereabouts room by room whilst thinking up an excuse as to the reason why she was looking for them in the first place. While walking the halls she met up with one of the various servants and decided to ask where he had seen them go. She was slightly shocked when he told her that the last place he had seen his master take her was to his bedroom.
Damn that bitch. She mentally cursed as she immediately headed for his room. Although showed by one of his servants where the bedroom was, she had never seen it, and immediately jealousy began to rage in her. When she reached, the door was slightly ajar, and she breathed a sigh of smug satisfaction to see that no one was in it. Maybe she's not that good after all. She commented to herself but then became very still when she opened the door a little more and saw the bikini set that Usagi had been wearing on the floor, right next to Mamoru's bathing shorts. She walked in the room a little more, sure that no one was there when she heard it, and it was coming from the bathroom. She was surprised she hadn't heard it before, but then again, with his secret reputation, he was known for having solid soundproof doors. The only reason she probably heard it was because the door was very slightly ajar. But the closer to the door she got, the clearer the sound became. It was the sound of a heavily beating shower as Mamoru screamed Usagi's name repeatedly in response to her loud moans. She peeked slightly into the room just as Usagi made eye contact with her, narrowing her eyes while licking her lips. Mamoru had not known she was there, his back was to her; something told her though, that she could have thrown a bomb in there and he would have never known she existed. From what she could see, Usagi's legs were pleasant spread over and above his arms, her nails clawing at his back, as he continued thrust brutally into her. Beryl cursed again as she walked away from the door.
Fuck Mamoru and his decision to wait, I'm getting that bitch myself! She resolved determinately as she stormed away with pure hatred in her eyes.