Hiya! I'm back with a new chapter for you all. Your support so far is so amazing for me, so thank you so much! I'm really enjoying writing this one so far, but I really wanna know what you guys think, so please leave a review sharing your thoughts - it will be great to hear what you all think of this so far. Like, what are you thoughts on my OC? Or on my portrayal of our vampire lord, Harkon? Anyway, in short, i'll shut up now and let you read. Enjoy~
This was not like her, Arianna knew it! Never had she allowed a man to come this close to her like this, caress and brush up against her body, the way Harkon was doing. Yes, her lips had lavished another's before, but this time… this time it was different- almost dissolute. This time her thoughts were racing, forever on loop to claw and smash at her brain. This was wrong! So wrong that it was frightening. Had she lost her mind? This vampire, this compelling lord, had held her here, in this retched castle, against her will. She never asked to be brought here. She never asked to be incarcerated in Harkon's chambers. She didn't even beckon the touch of his lips. So what was she doing? Giving in? Allowing this vampire to manipulate and restrain her to consume his precarious, impulsive needs? This was not like her. What was she doing? Why was she giving in like this?
With the slick sweep of Harkon's hand, the vampire lord smoothly pushed Arianna's clothing up to her chest, with the gentle stroke of his calloused fingertips. A spark of panic bubbled within her. Alarm slithered across her skin as his hand gript her waist, with his body brushing against hers – his embrace closer, and more intimate now. Her lips were still on his, but her head sank further and deeper into the bed, with the beating of her heart thumping madly in her chest; the burning pulse of it made her sick.
Her hand rushed towards Harkon's, where she snatched it and shoved it away abruptly – the rapid beating of her heart making her whole body tremble. His lips were still locked onto her, with his glowing eyes drifting, to glimpse into her unsettled gaze. She struggled to the vibrations of his deep, rattling chuckles creeping down her throat, and grew wary at his perturbing stare. Slowly, Harkon pulled his mouth away from Arianna – the tip of his fang deliberately scraping deftly against her bottom lip. The rapid, captivating rhythm of the girl's heart amused him. Perhaps there was no distinctiveness in the girl's personality after all…
"I frighten you?" he chuckled, perching above her, with both of his durable, hairless hands, with their strong knuckles appearing more prominent now, resting on the mattress, beside either side of the girl's head. With a sluggish stretch of his finger, he could curl a strand of her red hair, and wrap it seductively around his glass-like nail – toy with it, as one would do to a doll, as his eyes studied the depth, and unease of the mortal's exquisite face.
Arianna stared restlessly into Harkon's eyes, analysing the unsettling red glow, and the menacing fervent hunger that was growing like a hazardous, biting blaze within them. As her wide eyes – glimmering with the faint glow of tears of dread – studied the burning orbs above her more attentively, panic grew like a disease inside her, and spread quickly across her frozen body in a wave of sharp, ghastly shivers that ceased her breath, and crushed the air in her lungs. A scratching lump of broken air callously crawled down her throat, with her teeth subconsciously clamping down on her lip as her eyes continued to look up at the vampire lord perching over her. Still gnawing on her lip, Arianna gradually shook her head, brushing her skull against the soft fabric, with her hair crumpling up in tangled ringlets on the pillow – flowing out from her head like reticent, wild vines.
Harkon curled his lip, exposing his fangs, with a chuckle drifting off from his tongue. Arianna let out a blast of air, with her chest rising and falling heavily, when the silently laughing vampire lord pulled away from her, slipping of from the bed; re-adjusting himself as he ambled over to the balcony. His glance drifted over to her, as he leaned against the stone slab, watching her, as she lied on the bed – her slender fingers discreetly stroking her chest, floating up and down with her heavy, deep breathing making her chest jump. She did not look at him; resting her head on the side, with strands of red hair falling across her face; her eyes studying the cracks in the stone walls – opposite side to Harkon. But Harkon watched her nonetheless – almost captivated by her mortal ways. The scent of fear drifted through the air; seeping out from her skin, in concentrated clusters of spiced perfume that wildly rushed towards him.
"You are still fearful?" Harkon inquired, with the tilt of his head; Arianna tensed at his words, "why?" he asked, curiosity hanging from his tongue.
Arianna only turned her head to glare at the ceiling, slowly drawing her legs up closer to her stomach, with fear making her body freeze to ice. She knew she was weak from her disregard of her mortal needs. She also knew the perilous hunger of ravenous men. She wasn't naïve to dismiss what their intimidate desires were; something warned her that vampires where no different – probably worse… much worse; with an extremely dangerous hunger making their cravings more treacherous, and ever more frightening.
"Some past memories haunting you?" he teased, tapping his nails into the stone as he watched her, "or your instincts guiding you away from a path of sensuality?"
A spark of anger sparked inside of her, with her body jolting upwards and her head snapping towards Harkon. "You dare try anything," Arianna hissed – shaking slightly from that hidden ounce of fear that brewed deep within her body.
"Try anything?" he responded, with a chuckle. "I gather that you no longer crave my touch?" with a smirk he took a step closer to her, scooping up the glass that had been left on the floor – twisting it in his fingers. He continued, placing the glass on the stone slab of the balcony and slowly striding towards Arianna, "Or, perhaps you do crave it…"
"Stay away from me!"
"But your desperate attempts to conceal that ravenous desire shrouds your true yearning. How interesting…"
"Don't come near me…" a cloud of panic overwhelmed her now, and there was no stop from the beads of tears that rolled down her cheeks as she reached the edge of the bed. A gasp erupted from her lips when she nearly slipped off, but Arianna gripped hold of the quilt and steadied herself – her ragged breath rasping in her throat as she glared at the vampire in front of her. He tilted his head, with a faint look of sympathy sweeping over him.
He spoke softly, a gentle whisper that drifted from his lips like a soft hymn, "Do you expect me rush over to you, wickedly take hold of you and pin you down as I force myself onto you against your will?"
Arianna chocked on the whimpers that throttled in her throat, "please…" she sobbed, bowing her head; quaking slightly now.
She jumped when she felt touch of his thumb on her cheek. Her breath spat out from her lips in broken, stifled gasps, as her eyes drifted towards the figure beside her. Harkon sat on the bed, tenderly smudging the tears away, clicking his tongue as she shivered beside him – fear snatching any words away from her tongue.
"Tut tut," Harkon began, pushing a strand of hair behind Arianna's ear, "my dear, forcing myself on you, against your own will… do you really think I am the type to do such a thing?"
Anxiously, Arianna chewed onto her lip, glaring at the patterns in the bed sheets, with her body still trembling to his touch. Yes, is what she thought. He was a vampire! Vampires were cruel, and cold. She feared that he was definitely capable of doing such a thing. She was swayed with the thought that he would do such a thing… if he wanted to – and the growing hunger in his eyes warned her of that.
"I may be a vampire, and your perception of my kind may be shrouded with the acts of cruelty and brutality, but never have I, and never will I, force any mortal against her will. That, undeniably, includes you, little lamb. Even if your little… acts, are… tantalising, and becoming harder to forbear, I will never, force you. It is against my personal nature."
"I don't… trust you…"
"Hmm, is that so? Well, you trusted me enough, to kiss me."
"No, I …"
"Tut tut, don't lie to yourself. You cannot deny what you previously desired. If you believed it to be wrong or not, that yearning still consumed you – you could see it in your eyes… smell it, on your skin; feel it in your pulse."
"I don't trust you. Get away from me!"
"Shame, you treat my kindness and empathy with tedious hostility."
"Do you think I forgot what you did?"
Arianna roughly shoved the vampire away with the violent throw of her hands, shuffling heatedly further down the bed, with a growing anger bubbling in her blood. Harkon stayed where he was, watching her with curiosity and interest. She continued, spitting out her words as a brash, hostile growl, "you keep me here, against my will. You trap me in this fucking, grim place, against my will! You seize me; you lock me your clasp, and you… and you lap up nearly every drop of me, until I can no longer stand… so that fear engulfs me and takes over… so that everything around me turns dark… to a point where my heart nearly ceases beating… and you cruelly do this… against my will. So no, Harkon! I do not trust you! Your words… are poison."
"You should consider yourself lucky."
"Lucky!"
"What do you think would have happened if I didn't order for you to come here?" Harkon inquired with dreaded severity and austerity, speaking with more hostility now – a menacing, stern voice that gradually grew with anger; only becoming more and more frightful for Arianna - who collapsed from the bed to the floor in alarm. "What? Do you think that they would have just killed you, there and then? You don't know us at all – you do not know the depths my kind can go to in anger. I'll tell you what would have happened. You would have been thrown back to the one you attacked, most likely, and if so, you would be begging for death at this moment. For, I'm afraid, he does not share my nature. You would have suffered. You would have known only the torments of pain and agonising discomfort. He would have fed of you – if you was to be lucky, you would have died after the first feed – if not, he would most likely ravish your body; cause you pain as he forced himself upon you. And if any of the others where to get their hands on you, they would rip you apart!"
"Please stop…"
"I've been virtuous to you, and very lenient. So, little lamb, I would watch your tongue. You don't want me to leave you in the hands of other vampires of this court, now do you?"
The thought of it sent a horrid wave of shivers over Arianna's body. She froze with fear when the contemplations jabbed at her brain. What if she was left to the hands of others? It made her ill thinking about it.
"If it will appease your tortured soul," Harkon said in a much softer tone, snatching the letter opener from the floor and toying with it in his hands, "I apologise for letting my… bite, go as far as it did. In all honesty, I did not intend for you to endure a… near death experience, you can say, but I suppose, the honeyed spice of your blood was just… too difficult to let go of. Plus, I hadn't fed in a good few months, so I was more… ravenous and thirsty than normal."
"Why a few months?" Arianna inquired after a long pause – the spark of curiosity driving her mad. "How often do you feed?"
"I'm stronger than most, and can go without a drop of blood for a while. The norm is to feed quite regularly… daily; weekly for some. However, I tend to expand my gap to, I don't know exactly, four…to possibly six or seven months, eight, if I can withstand it. I suppose it differs, depending on my mood."
"Mood?"
Harkon beamed; calmly walking over to her, as she lay like a discarded rose petal on the floor. Hissing chuckles drifted from his stretching, scarlet lips, with the shrill echo of his boot smashing into the stone floor, tremoring in Arianna's ears like the heavy brash thud of drums and shattering glass. She looked up at him with a stifled curiosity and suspicion as he stretched out his arm; hovering his opened, sturdy hand beside her face. Warily, Arianna took it, cautiously locking her slender fingers onto his palm, in which he swiftly hauled Arianna to her feet, with one slick, easy tug. "Anything can differ with mood, can it not?" he inquired with the elegant flick of his tongue, "and, you should know, that the mood of a vampire, can be extremely erratic and even… unstable."
"What gives you the impression that I would know that?"
"Don't play coy with me now, little lamb. You know precisely what I am on about."
"What are you suggesting?"
"I am stating, that this little run in with my kind, is not your first encounter. You've stumbled upon us before, haven't you? It's not surprising, as it would explain your tedious hostility, and doubt."
"Anyone who has a shrewder brain than a horker, will know not to trust a backstabbing leech, like yourself!"
"And there is your horrid hostility again… and when I was being so kind…"
"You think of me as a fool? I know what you're doing."
"Oh really? Tell me then, little lamb. Enlighten me with your contemplations. What am I doing?"
"You think that if you can unearth any secrets of my past, you can use it against me. Weaken me with my own memories! Well you can't, alright? I won't be so easily manipulated by your… your malicious, compelling vampiric ways! I'm not your typical nord girl, alright?"
"Hmm," the amused vampire responded, chuckling under his breath as he ran his fingers through Arianna's curling hair; cupping her skull with his hand as he tilted it upwards, so that she could glare more evidently into the burning depths of his glowing eyes. "You've made your point, I assure you." He added with a silent snicker, flicking his thumb across her chin, and brushings his fingertips across her jaw.
"So go ahead," Arianna snapped with the wicked arch of her eyebrow.
Harkon flashed his eyes to her, dazzled and bewildered with her response. He chuckled, prominently showing his impeccable, white teeth as his low laugh jumped off from his tongue. "Go ahead?" he repeated with hilarity, and a look of confusion sweeping over him, "go ahead with what, little lamb? Please, elaborate for me."
"Kill me. Or do whatever it is you intend to do with me, and quit fucking around."
"Kill you?"
"Look, whatever it is, just do it! This dreary wait… it's… it's extremely tedious and taunting. Can you just cut out your pathetic, tormenting game and just..."
"Killing you, is not on my current agenda. Have we not established that?"
"Current?"
The grating vampire lord just shrugged his eyebrows, and continued to study the mortal before him. It was like he was studying a painting, but a new, wonderfully unique painting that no one had ever witnessed. It was something to be treasured – something valuable and affluent. He was the only one with the rightful possession over it. He had the desired control, of this new, cryptic canvas.
"I should stab you in the neck!" Arianna barked with a snarl, but to her disappointment Harkon only laughed, with his grip slipping to Arianna's shoulders, and growing firm and rough as his hands clutched them.
"I would love to see you try."
"Maybe I will, who knows, maybe I'll be quick enough to smack something across that thick skull of yours."
Before another word could drift from parted lips, Harkon flung Arianna onto the bed, with her body rolling like a rag doll towards the head board. With a grunt she sat up, snapping the hair from out of her face as she glared at the vampire lord standing a few feet away from her, with her bright eyes squinting like small seeds.
"You shouldn't threaten me." He warned with the wave of his finger, followed by the coquettish grin stretching sweetly to his cheeks. The vampire lord's humour never failed to surprise her. But there was something about the way he twisted his mouth, and the way he exposed his teeth. His devilish grin was brewing with something sinful; flaring with sexual desire.
"Or what?" Arianna incited, "you said yourself that you won't kill me? So what will you do? What? You'll get angry? Huh? Well come on then, fucking show me! Show me what happens when a vampire gets mad!"
"You're being…" he goaded, shaking his head and spluttering out a weak chuckle as he slowly sauntered towards the bed, "extremely foolish."
Arianna pouted her lips; flicking her tongue across her teeth, "Is that the best you can do?" she teased, in a bothersome, sardonic manner, "You know, you're awfully disappointing for a vampire lord. You're not that powerful, or threatening."
In one movement Harkon was at her; low, hushed growls gradually rattling in his throat as he perched over Arianna, who had fell to her back. Arianana's breathing was heavy, with hot, spiced blasts of sharp breath colliding against Harkon's skin. She became lost in his eyes, the fiery allure of them. The sinful temptation of his acutely shaped lips. The immoral yearning for his skin. What was this? Harkon had ignited a blazing fire within her that was alien and bewildering to her. Never had anyone make her feel so electric; so impulsive and… hot. Nothing, like the perilous urge of yearning for the vampire that perched over her now, consumed her like this! This had to be dangerous, right? Tormenting an intimidating, and deadly powerful vampire lord… where would that get her? He could snap at any moment! He did say a vampire's mood could be erratic, and unstable even! Yes, she had said it, and yes she had told herself that she did not care, but did she really want to die here? These provocations were one step away from getting her killed. She was playing with fire! But damn did she crave the perilous heat of it!
He bent his head to her neck, brushing his lips slowly and wickedly up her neck to her ear. At that moment, Arianna was unsure what draw of her breath would be her last. But was she fearful of it? No. Having him this close to her now, like this, was, for some insane, unknown reason, almost erotic. The touch of him triggered a blanket of toe-curling shivers to riddle her skin. The beating of her heart quickened. The heat radiating of from her body intensified wildly. The tremors and sparks of desire didn't cease.
His fingers toyed with her neck, touching her in a way that made her heels dig into the bed, with a spark of shivers rushing up her spine. "With one effortless flick of my hand," he whispered into Arianna's ear, making her whole skin shudder, "I could snap your neck."
Arianna's breath became heavier; the wriggling of her feet more evident, as Harkon slipped his hand down to her chest, stopping below her breasts and massaging his thumb into her skin, in which a whispered murmur slipped out from her mouth.
"Here," he hissed, brushing his head deeper into here. He inhaled a long breath of her scent, and when a gust of hot breath purposely spurted from his mouth to hit Arianna's neck, he continued, "here, I could crush your ribcage, and shatter your mortal heart, with one light pressure of my thumb."
Her maddening pulse ran through Harkon's skin like a wave of treacherous electricity. When his lips touched Arianna's neck, a sharp gasp exploded from her lips; her heart racing with a suggestive rhythm; with her body squirming on the bed; occasionally brushing against Harkon's leg or torso, but still he perched over her. Her eyes had shut, with her head burrowing into the pillow beneath her skull; Harkon would detect the silent, stifled moans erupting inside her mouth, and used this to continue with his tease.
"And if," he continued, still whispering seductively into her ear with that same erotic golden voice that gave her shivers, and made her tremble, "if I was to go down further." As he spoke, his hand slowly swept further down Arianna's body; teasingly trailing down her stomach, with his fingers flicking the rim of her shorts. A gasp seeped out from Arianna's parted lips as Harkon's hand slipped under the fabric concealing her, with her body tensing when his thumb moved around her sex.
Arianna crumpled the sheets in her fists, moaning silently at the way Harkon handled her, and at the tingling sensation of his lips nestling into her neck. The tormenting slow movements of his thumb continued, with his lips and tongue lavishing the velvet skin on her neck. He felt her rapid pulse with his lips and stroked the throbbing vein with his tongue. Arianna harshly clamped her lips together, twitching her legs and tightening her fist as Harkon's touch became more pleasurable and wickedly intense for her. With her fighting to gasp, Harkon smashed his lips to hers, where, to his complete satisfaction, she gasped and moaned heavily, with hot puffs of breath gushing down his throat. In no time at all, Arianna keenly rushed her tongue into Harkon's mouth, probing, and tasting the fiery hot flavour of him. She was surprised that his lips and tongue were so warm, not warm in fact, but blazing hot! Vampires were supposed to be cold, and remote, but he was nothing of the sort! This was completely unlike the kiss before. Before, Arianna was unsure, and guilt and moral jabbed at her as their lips lavished each other. This time… this time it was different. Any uneasy contemplations were brushed away with new sensations sparking with passion. Her mind was swarming with the spicy, dark fireworks of ardour - all mad sensations that Harkon's fervour and sensuality had initiated.
Harkon pulled away; a whimpered moan slipped from Arianna's lips when both of his hands swiftly rushed to her clothing. With one flick of his wrist, he had tugged the tunic from her flesh and yanked the shorts from her skin. His lips were back at her mouth soon enough, with her body lying bare beneath him.
Arianna reached her hands up to grab at Harkon's clothing. All she felt was cold steel, and she struggled to find a way to get it off. A chuckle slipped from the vampire lord's tongue, and he pulled away. Swiftly, he unclipped his armour and chucked it to the floor. It toppled to the ground with a loud, brash thud that made Arianna spring up and snatch at the bottom of his red shirt. As Harkon ripped the gauntlets off from his wrist, Arianna shoved the shirt up his torso, caressing his hard, enticing skin with her fingertips, in which he soon took over and hauled it quickly over his head.
Arianna glared at him in wonder for a moment. Gaping at his robust, firm chest and his pale skin that was as impeccable, and faultless as the moon. The thump of his boots crashing against the floor awoke her from her trance, and soon enough Arianna was on her back again, with Harkon perching over her, pecking and nipping at her neck and breast.
His hands toyed with the belt swathed around his waist, and ripped it away from his pants. Arianna suddenly grabbed Harkon's head, and tugged it down to kiss it. Her lips lavished his as his body moved closer to her; his hand brushing across her waist and toying with her exposed breast.
Arianna's eyes widened, with her lungs holding in her breath, when she felt him linger at her entrance. His glowing, lustful eyes shackled to her own, with his lips crashing down onto her mouth, as he lightly slipped his throbbing organ inside of her. With his sinful, dominant kiss taking her last gasps of breath away, the vampire lord thrust inwards, slipping deeper inside of her, triggering a blissful blend of pain and ecstasy to tremor through Arianna's body.
She would have cried out, if his lips were not bound to her own, so instead, moaned heavily into Harkon's mouth; drowning his tongue with her long blast of air; encouraging his arousal, and enticing him more when her body shuddered with pleasure to his deep touch. His tongue explored her mouth, amused and highly fulfilled by her ragged gasps that erupted on his tongue, as his hips swayed with a tingling, wild rhythm.
She moved on her own account. Matching the deepness and speed of his movements. With each time his length pulled out and thrust back into her, a wave of roaring pleasure erupted within her, making moans and cries of bliss explode from her lips, with her very core melting every time he rocked her shuddering body. Every inch of her was tingling with the wild pleasure confusing her swaying body. Low golden grunts ruptured from Harkon's lips, with his speed and force, matching the fervent hunger and unruly desire in his blazing eyes.
Arianna hugged him to her, raking her fingernails down his back with such force and ferocity that strings of blood began to trickle out from his hot, translucent skin. This incised him more, feeding his ravenous yearning for her. He could feel her pulse quickening. Beating louder and with more viciousness by the second. The fangs locked behind his lips throbbed with pain. Her smell grew stronger and more irresistible, and with each hot droplet of sweat, a burst of consuming spiced perfume hit him with a spiteful force.
As she cried out her intensified pinpoint of pleasure; shivers scuttled across every inch of her, with moans drifting from her lips as her back arched beneath him. Harkon knew he could not hold himself back any longer. A sharp cry of pain slipped from Arianna's mouth when Harkon's fangs exploited the urge to pierce her skin. Hot blood flooded across his tongue, triggering a deep groan to glide from his lips. To his surprise, Arianna made no attempts to push him away, but instead let him lap up her mouth-watering life fluids; being most delicious and seductive at this point.
Harkon pulled his lips away, hardly any blood tainting his lips. His forehead nestled into Arianna's, absorbing the sweet, arousing heat of her as he finished of his lustful hunger. He continued to fervently rock into her; furious growls rumbling in his chest with his hand gripping her hair. Arianna panted heavily, as Harkon delivered his final movements – groans erupting from his lips with his back arching beautifully.
He stayed for a moment, both mortal and vampire panting for breath – absorbing the hot condensation from each other's ragged gasps – until he finally pulled out of her, sending the final shivers to flush up her body. Harkon flopped to the side, still gasping but not as much as the mortal beside him, who struggled for breath or thought, as she glared up to the ceiling.