Guess what? There's lemon on this chapter!... but don't get your hopes high. it's my first lemon (although, i think i did it pretty well.) so yeah..
It's just transitional chapter, nothing especial happens -besides the obvious- that's why it took me a lot to update and it's really short. please review, tell what you think of my first lemon! and the next chapter the plot will start to move forward. someone who's very annoying and doesn't seems to give up will appear.
again, i apologize for any mistakes; i had to blame the heat, it kills my neurons.
Hot.. everything was so hot...
This wasn't normal. Why was she so hot? She was dead... so why the weather was affecting her so much?
Seras slumped further into the couch and looked to her right; Hans was seated to the other side of the couch, his shoulders a little slumped, his eyes closed, he was frowning slightly. a drop of sweat running down his temple.
Seras smirked tiredly. Damn! He looked so sexy.
Even if the weather was annoying as hell, this was relaxing. The noise of the fan moving to one side to another was soothing.
She let herself fall slowly to the side, her head resting on Hans lap, who relaxed his face and slowly opened his eyes.
"Do you still like India?" Hans asked her. It was a nice place, he liked the temples and the food; but the weather was horribly hot.
Seras smiled dreamily and recalled all the places to where they had been traveling all the past 6 months.
Switzerland, Austria, Croatia, Serbia, Bulgaria, Greece, Egypt and finally India. Until now Greece and India were her favorite places. She couldn't care less about the weather; it made her feel alive, it made her feel human once again.
She loved this. She loves traveling. She loves the over heated temperature, and the noisy streets; she loves the smells and learn the native tongue. She loves to get lost while exploring, she loves to learn the local history and culture, she loves the sickness -not really her, just Hans, still she enjoys that too- She was finally living her dream, and she loved it, the bad and the good parts.
Even if right now she felt as if she was melting; She still loved it.
"Yes, I still like it... in fact, I think I like India even more." She giggled and stretched her arms. It was 7 o'clock and the sun was just hiding; they had to wait a few more minutes to go out.
"So... what's the plan for today? Do you want to go to the city?" Seras sat up and put an arm on his back.
Hans took her by the waist and lifted her, accommodating her in his lap. He started to kiss her in the neck. Seras face grew red from embarrassment; she immediately tensed, but didn't say nothing.
Every day that passed it was becoming harder for Hans to keep his hands off of Seras. Back in Paris, her smell would get stronger every time she fed, and it lasted around 3 or 4 hours. But now, it seemed to be there permanently. Maybe it was the weather? This hadn't happened until Greece. It was driving him crazy with questions... but mostly with desire. They would make out and she even let him grope her, but when he wanted to advance more, she would make an excuse and stop any advance that they had made.
It was hard for him, but not impossible. He really liked Seras... he could even say it was love, and if she wanted to wait a whole decade that was fine with him.
"Ja, the city sounds fine."
"Ok! I'll go change." Seras jumped to her feet and walked out of the room.
Seras entered to her room and smiled proudly of the bed chambers. The whole place was made with her powers in less than 2 days, It was an underground home, hidden under the Banghar fort.
Seras had read about the ghost city of Banghar in a magazine back in new Delhi. Entry to Bhangarh is legally prohibited between sunset and sunrise; people said it is a cursed place and that anyone that enters at night would never comeback.
It was a perfect place! No one would go near the fort at night, not even if they hear things.
'good I am already damned.' Seras laughed at her own joke and opened a drawer, grabbing a neat folded garment.
Today was Hans and Seras one year anniversary of having met. Seras knew that maybe for Hans wasn't that especial... or that he didn't even knew what day was today; but for her was very important and she wanted to give Hans a very special gift.
Dark shadows surrounded her body, clinging to her like a second skin; moments later, the shadows fell to the floor, like a silk blanket.
Seras was dressed in a beige cotton saree with gold embroidery; her hair was in loose half ponytail and in her neck was still hanging the ace-shaped collar.
Hans mouth dropped a little at the sight of Seras. In all the time they had been together, he had never saw her dressed so feminine, he had saw somewhere in her room once a dress, but she never really used it.
Seras looked like an angel... no, scratch that, like a goddess.
Seras saw the expression on his face and blushed deeply. Hans walked towards Seras and looked her dead in the eye.
"You look schön, mädchen." He softly kissed her forehead.
"Th-thank you Hans." Seras stammered. It felt like she would never get use to this... although, it was fine with her; it made her stomach turn upside down and she could feel her dead heart beat once again.
Seras took Hans hand and transported them to the outskirts of the town. Hans transformed in his wolf form and bend over, so Seras could seat on his back. She happily obliged and climbed Hans back.
Seras was more then pleased. Hans didn't just let anyone to ride his back, he was a very proud person and to let someone ride his back was a very disrespectful thing to do. It was highly frowned upon in the werewolf packs to let a human ,and much less a vampire, ride their back... for them it wasn't better than being a dog, it meant humiliation and that you had been defeated and captured by humans.
Hans had told her all of this, only then to offer her to climb on his back.
He then had reminded her that he was the last one of his kind; there was no wolf packs anymore and that they rules had died with them. He wanted her to be the first and only person to ride his back. It was a weird concept for her, but that didn't make it less especial.
It was a sight to behold; an enormous white wolf walking silently in the shadows, with a young girl with fair skin and blonde light hair, almost white, seating in his back. They walked approximately 10 minutes until they reached a small cavern filled with a bunch of branches and leaves. Hans quickly cleaned the entrance, revealing a white pearl car with tinted windows; the car was clearly a new model, a little dusty due the camouflage.
They smirked to each other in complicity; they got in the car and drove to the city.
"There!" Seras said excitedly, pointing at the palace in the middle of the lake. "I told you it was gorgeous!" She took Hans hand and dragged him to the ferry station; she payed their tickets and walked towards the boat. It was clear that Seras was nervous, but Hans didn't know what was making her feel like that.
just as they got into the boat, they left it. Seras was almost running to the hotel reception.
Seras exchange a few words with the desk clerk and sighed in relieve.
"We almost lost our reservation, je!" She laughed sheepishly; rubbing the back of her neck.
"Vait, a reservation?" What was Seras planning?...
"Ja!" Seras giggled and walked to the restaurant, where a waiter lead them to their table. Hans was puzzled but still followed Seras, curious of what she was planning to do.
After they ate -Seras just ordered wine.- they left to the gardens. The place had a big pond with little islands were one could sit; inside the pond where different kinds of aquatic flowers, but what stood out more were the white lotus flowers, the pond was surrounded by mosaics of different shades of blue and in the corners and floating in the pond as well, where paper lamps. the rest of the garden was surrounded by the walls of the labyrinth.
"Would you like to go to the labyrinth?" Seras asked Hans, who was previously distracted in watching the lake.
He just nodded and followed Seras to the entrance of the maze. She took his arm and hugged him.
The minutes passed and neither of them talked. It was a comfortable silence for Hans, but not for Seras, who was aching to speak. After she was sure that no one else was inside the labyrinth, with her powers, she grew some extra walls, blocking every all the entrances, so one would be able to enter... or exit.
She took a deep breath, preparing herself mentally, wondering what was wrong with her, why she was doing this...
Hans was about to ask her if she was feeling well. Her eyes were literally shinning, and her body temperature was rising alarmingly fast. But before he could even open his mouth, Seras had tackled him to the ground, straddling him. Her face was flushed and she was breathing fast.
"Vhat ar-" Seras leaned forward and kissed him hard.
After a few seconds of making out, Seras broke the kiss.
"Hans I-" It was Hans time to interrupt her.
Seras hands started to wander to Hans chest, trying desperately to take of his jacket. Hans sensed her distress and turned them over, so Seras was now the one on the ground. He quickly got rid of the jacket and his shirt, he already knew what Seras wanted.
Seras sat up and pushed Hans over a bush wall, kissing him fiercely. She sat on his lap and took her blouse off. Hans stared at her well endowed chest and the took one mount on his mouth and the other with his hand, massaging it softly.
Seras took his head, tangling her hands in his silver hair. Pushing him further into her chest. A loud moan escaped her lips when Hans bit on if her breasts. He grabbed her waist and slowly lowered her to the ground.
He kissed her mouth, then her chin, and then her neck, slowly making his was downwards.
Hans was surprised to find that Seras wasn't wearing any underwear. He looked up to her and smirked deviously; so she had planned everything eh?
She just blushed and looked away.
He caressed her legs, from the calves to her thighs, feeling her hot skin. He put a finger on her pink lips and noted that she was already wet. He inserted one finger and moved it slowly, a moment later a second finger entered her; he started to increase the pace.
Seras was already mewling and squirming in pleasure. She squeaked loudly when he suddenly started to lick her entrance.
When Seras felt that she was almost done, she stopped him. She wanted him inside her. He was the first and only one to ever made her feel this lusty, this passionate... and she wanted to him to use her, to feel the same pleasure as her.
"Hans..." She moaned lustfully, a sweet sound for Hans ears. "I … I need you now.." She knelt in front of him and kissed him softly. She started to unbutton his pants, tucking her hand between his underwear and stroking him. He grunted and grabbed Seras from the back of her head and kissed her passionately.
Seras took out his member and impaled herself, moaning loud and long. She started to move her hips, the pleasure making her forget about the pain of the first time.
At first her movements were a little awkward and offbeat; but Hans, who had more experience, took her hips on a firm grip and lead her movements, synchronizing them with his.
Seras moans started to increase in volume; she was asking for more and a faster pace. Hans had his eyes tightly closed, concentrating on the warm walls surrounding him. She was so warm and tight, and it felt as if she was sucking him, trying to send him over the edge.
Seras too was drowning in pleasure; She could feel his form and even the blood rushing through his veins. She could only think in one thing every time he trusted inside her: in and out, in and out.
Seras climaxed first, hard and long. She screamed his name and clawed his back; a few trusts later, Hans came too. Seras moaned by the foreign but pleasant sensation of his warm seed inside her.
After that, both of them remained joined, both breathing fast. Seras hugging him, her head resting on the angle of his neck. Neither talked, they just enjoyed each other embrace.
There were no need for words anymore, just actions; there were no need for nothing else, only their bodies.
Their love making lasted all night and part of the next morning. One side, wanting more of the new discovered pleasure; and the other, compensating all those years of loneliness and abstinence.