ɴɪɢʜᴛᴅᴡᴇʟʟᴇʀꜱ [Rea & Agnes]

It seemed Serana picked the perfect time to flee, just as another of the Silver Hand appeared to engage Aela in single combat. He called his comrades to attention, which aided Serana in floating up to the walls undetected, aided by an Illusion spell that cloaked her footsteps and made her frame blurry to the unwary eye. Terrible screams erupted from below as warrior after warrior fell to Aela's wrath, her weapons seeming like graceful extensions of her limbs as she danced a graceful twirl of death. The only trouble she seemed to be having was the archers perched on the walls, so Serana quickly got to work, sliding her dagger into the throat of the nearest one, who died gurgling and spurting blood out of their mouths, silent as ever. She moved in synchronous tandem with the wolfess below, using her cries and of rage and clashes of steel to camouflage her approach.

Unfortunately, Serana was no master sneak, though she might be a hunter of the night, and soon one of the archers spotted her just as he was encroaching upon her, swivelling towards her with her bow drawn taut. "There's one more up here!" she called desperately, but that was all she could utter before she too was dead, a terrible, cold most enveloping her torso and hardening to turn everything into ice, then shattering into a million pieces like the stars upon the night sky as Serana let loose a bolt of solid ice. Two down, but the last one was alert to her presence now, and this one didn't hesitate or call for him, seemingly realizing he was alone with this hooded spellslinger. He let loose arrow after arrow, and Serana had to dive for cover before they could hit her in the knee and end her adventuring career prematurely.

A moment of respite as the two of them awaited for the other to move, Serana recovering her breath and forming a plan in her mind— two seconds later she was out and shooting a bolt of flame at him, which he dodged with ease to let loose a stray arrow, which hit her right on the arm. Gritting her teeth, she ignored the pain and pushed on, opting for brute force rather than some clever trick that would give him time to recover. It was significantly harder to fight in broad daylight, when her powers were at their lowest and she had no shadows to retreat to, but she finally managed to knock him out cold with a wayward arc of lightning, herself having taken a few grazes on her legs from the arrows. It was a short altercation, but already, she could feel herself drained, both from standing in the sun so long and the skirmish earlier. No choice in hand, she reached out and sucked in his life force, pulling her vampiric abilities to the fore front and draining him until he was a shrivelled husk, devoid of any life. It was a favorite technique of her father, and though she loathed to use it, her own survival, and by extension Aela's was far more important at the moment.

Done with her part, she peered down to see the Huntress also finished with her work, though she looked considerably worse for wear, bleeding everywhere and looking like she took a swim through blood and gore. Using the last ounces of her magicka, she floated down towards Aela, her legs shaky and her shoulders tired. "We got this, Aela," she replied softly, hiding her doubts and frustrations with her for a supportive front, knowing she needed her help to push on forward. "I'm with you." Seemingly satisfied with her answer, the she-wolf stripped and shifted in front of her, turning into the frightening magnificent beast that damn near tore out her throat a few nights ago.

Instinctively, she backed away a bit, cowed by Aela's beastly appearance and savage mutilation of the dead, despite the fact that she's had to do the very same moments prior. The howl she let out chillded the vampire to her bone, yet it strengthened her for the task at hand. With one final nod, she blasted open the rotten doors to the stone tower, wincing as she expended more and more Magicka over her usual limit. With this pace, she'd have to rely on her other skills rather than magic... or use her gifts to the fullest. It was beginning to look like she had no choice. Either she turns, or they would both die.

But she would not give in, not yet. With steeled steps she followed inside, intent on finishing this chapter of Aela's life together once and for all.
 
Those within recognized the signs of battle; unsure if it was bandits or others, they weren't sure how to prepare. Once the she-wolf howled, the six still inside knew the actual danger. Bandits were an easier battle but werewolves were no laughing matter. Already the outside crew had been seemingly slain, but the hidden Silver Hand had the advantage of tight quarters and supplies. Wolves could bound a fair distance outside - yet within the constricted walls of the brick fort, they may emerge victorious. They would have, if they had accounted for the presence of the vampire companion.

Once the doors blasted apart each woman heard the faint call from within. "We're under attack!" The very sound seemed to fuel the wolf forward first as if called forth to battle, yet truly, she wished to protect the only person she had to aid her sudden, stupid mission. Aided by the presence of her friend and the recent feed, Aela advanced.

Two greeted them immediately at the front dining area; the largest of which Aela pounced upon. Neck in her mouth the muscle was easy to tear and end the life, but the other was lithe and agile. She was able to avoid Serana, leaping back before releasing an arrow at the wolf. It connected to Aela's furred shoulder blade, yet she only howled and fed more. Taken by anger and hunger, the wolf left Serana to deal with the other. She didn't even check the progress before dropping the mutilated corpse, then continuing to prowl deeper within. Only one, in the hall, wielding a greatsword. Slow but heavy; the Huntress was able to climb across the wall above the enemy. As she fell his sword cut upper arm deeply just before her maw found his face. There was no time to feed as another two rapidly approached. The final, strongest and leader of this group, hung back in the very last chamber. These two both wore heavy armor that couldn't easily be cut through by arrows or fangs. One held a bow, releasing an arrow that grazed Aela's neck while she slid sideways; the other bore a sword and shield. Hoping Serana was close behind, and unable to deal with ranged combat without arms, Aela advanced upon the swordsman. He struck forward, catching the weakening wolf's leg, yet she did manage to claw his chest and stomach open bringing forth a waterfall of crimson and inner flesh to the floor. The bow wielder shrieked in anger, focusing her eye on the wolf dangerously close. Fingers held the string tight, half a second from releasing an arrow into Aela's head, as the wolf was busy with her head to the fallen's torso devouring the intestines.
 
No chance for a stealthy infiltration— the ones inside had probably already heard the fighting and shouting, and Serana wasn't being exactly stealthy when she blasted the doors open. Still, the shouts from inside confirmed that their presence was indeed noticed, and seemingly of the same mind, the werewolf and vampire trudged forward to meet their adversaries head on. Two in the dining area, one of them instantly turned into human meat strips by Aela's powerful claws. It was both a spectacle and a horrific bloodbath, and the amount of blood gushing from the torn throat was making Serana's more basal urges rear their ugly heads, but the vampire repressed them for now as she focused on the task at hand— keeping Aela alive above all else.

The she-wolf didn't seem to care about the arrow sticking out of her shoulder blade, bounding the next room with a feral rage to meet the others, leaving the ravenette alone with the archer, who soon turned her attention onto her. The vampire didn't allow her much time to act, unsheathing her dagger and lunging forward with precise strikes, not letting her use the range to her advantage. The woman tried valiantly to defend herself as she fumbled with bow, arrow and dagger, but Serana proved to be the swifter of the two, despite her fatigue and lack of magic. Blood splattered across her milk pale skin as she slashed her throat, ending her life in much the same way Aela had ended the other. Not at the luxury to choose how her enemies die, she reached out to drain this woman's life force as well, leaving behind a shrivelled husk as Serana forged ahead after Aela's trail

Another one in the hall, with his face ripped out, dead. Serana didn't even spare him a second glance as she ran ahead, coming into another room where Aela had already taken care of one of them, feasting upon the guts of the man in her claws, possibly before he was even dead yet. A glint in her eye caught the woman with the bow, a split second away from loosing the arrow— Serana's reflexes kicked in, shooting forth a bolt of lightning carved from arcane energy knocking away her bow and leading the arrow astray, completely obliterating the woman's exposed hands into bloody stumps. She let out a guttural, agonizing scream as she fell to her knees, but she was silenced by a dagger hitting her square in the face, right between her eyes, and the body slumped to the ground just as Serana fell on her hands, the overexertion almost bringing her to the edge of blacking out.

"A-Aela..." she called weakly, crawling to her and trying to reach her— for warmth, safety, reassurance, anything. She could see the gashes in her skin, visible even under the thick layer of fur, though she had no more in her to actually heal her. If she did, she might be the one that actually drops dead. Just then, the doors to an adjoined bedchamber opened, and out came a large burly man twice the width of Serana's body, wielding a giant silver battleax and wearing a long fur coat fashioned from black wolf fur, with his helmet made from the wolf's head. A sick feeling came over Serana as she realized what, or rather who was upon his back.

He was wearing Skjor's furs.
 
Ordinarily feeding would heal the Huntress but not when she was sustaining such damage. Wounds were repaired in the order given, and major wounds took longer than a few cuts and scrapes. She was exerting herself far too much, losing her usual calm collected plans. It was only just lucky that the leader of the group was hidden yet; the blood and sweat of the group had thus far covered a dangerously familiar scent. His body had been recovered, that much was true, but not all of him in tact. It was that fact that had hurt Aela the worst.

Throwing her head back, Aela growled at Serana; it was angry, feral and rabid, but not directed at the vampire. It was the last thread of adrenaline, the wolf barely able to stand on weakening bent legs.

Yet the door opened, revealing their last powerful combatant. The scent hit Aela instantly, and for a moment she was stunned into a paralyzed stance. Even the warrior was still, seeing all his fallen comrades at the hands of a wolf, and a lone woman. Both recovered at the same time. He shouted a battlecry as Aela howled with both physical and emotional agony. At once they surged toward each other. His double edged axe was heavy but slow; Aela managed to dodge the swipe. She bounced sideways then leapt forward to bury her teeth into his leg. The male grunted, trying to twist free but only deepening the chomp. Not having the space to swing again, he instead used the short spear welded between the half-circle blades and thrust it into the wolf's back. Aela released the bite quickly, falling backwards with a grating cry.

"Die, you Daedra scum!" He insulted, limping up to a standing position. The fall against the floor had pushed the arrow deeper into Aela's shoulder. Dazed by the sensation, and unable to keep up the shift any longer, Aela's fur began to fall away. Her eyes were half open, and she could see the warrior approach with murder in his expression. The killing blow began to rise. The warrior limped toward the naked, bloody mess of the weak Huntress.
 
It was a terrible thing, to be helpless. She felt it a long time ago, on the Daedric plane of Coldharbour. She felt it again last night, when Aela had her pinned to the bed and peppered her body with soft, sinful kisses. She felt it now, seeing that same Aela go head to head with a man who wore the skin of her lover as a cloak, howling in agony, while Serana was crumpled on the ground unable to do anything. Force of will had nothing on the limits of the body, and although she would want nothing more than to join her companion in battle, her limbs failed her, and her lips would not utter the her screams. Helpless. Useless. She could only watch as wolf and hunter clashed, teeth sinking into flesh, blade cutting into fur. Aela might be the best fighter she had ever known, doubly so when she was shifted, but the woman was already half-dead before the fight even began, and so all it took was one nasty strike to send the she-wolf crumbling to the ground.

And to Serana's horror, she shifted back to her human form, shedding the fur for the naked redheaded woman she had come to know so intimately, bruised and bloodied and broken. The Silver Hand leader advanced relentlessly, axe raised overhead for the killing blow. Awash with torrents of unfathomable emotions, her mind spacing out until the only thing she could care about was saving her, saving Aela— Serana screamed.

"No!"

The vampire didn't even know she had shed her human frame. Her beautiful face morphed into a horrific visage of the daedra, her jaws extended with sharp canines, her nose flattening into slits, her limbs elongating and sprouting claws, her spine curving until she was hunched over. Her pale white skin turned a sickly light green, and Serana let out a haunting snarl at the man as she completely shift into her true form. The man turned with a fury, which then instantly turned into fear as he realised what she really was. Freshly reinvigorated and blessed with enhanced capabilities, Serana carried her tired legs forward and met him in close combat, her long claws ripping steel and flesh, the man howling in pain as he desperately tried to fight back. Despite the mismatched strength, the warrior held his own well, giving Serana a few shallow cuts on her chest and limbs and one deep one across her thigh, all of which she ignored as she continued her rabid offence, combing physical strength and magical prowess to beat the man into submission.

Mortal bodies could only hold out for so long, and the vampire's break came when the her opponent missed a backhand, leaving his neck wide exposed after she'd torn away his plated cuirass. Wasting no time, she sank her claws into his jugulars, splashing blood everywhere on the ground. Her vampiric desires repressed no longer, she lunged forward and sank her teeth into the torn skin, painting her lips and face crimson as she drank and drank and drank, until the man's weak resistances stopped altogether and fell limp in her arms, dead.
 
Aela couldn't move; other than shaky, slowing breaths causing hitches in her bare, bloody chest the Huntress was absolutely still. It was the end, she knew it, the shimmer of steel against dim candlelight signaling her demise. Already she could see - unconsciously, not actually - Skjor standing with a welcoming hand, eager to pull the owner of his heart into the Hircine's hunting grounds. His lips even moved, his scolding words whispering in the back of her mind. "That was foolish of you, Aela, but you die strong. Come to me, my love, let us hu-"

"No!"

Serana's sudden sharp shriek returned Aela from her daze, yet it was not the pale beautiful porcelain form Aela knew that approached. Something contorted with darkened skin and leathery wings came into play; the oversized bat met the wounded warrior. Aela was helpless but to watch, briefly recalling one of Serana's statements from the other day. Vampire Lord. Aela had never seen any vampire change like this; so what Serana spoke was true. The ones that plagued Skyrim were not the same, some terrible pithy off-brand claiming the name of the true blood suckers.

Too weak to ponder on it, Aela gathered the last of her strength to sit up higher, her lidded eyes fluttering and struggling to watch the battle unfold. Considering the Vampire Lord had come into play, it was no surprise the fight ended in the warrior's death. With a choking laugh, crimson upon her lips sputtering to Aela's chest, the Huntress watched his body fall.

"So...you saved me…" Aela spoke, her voice barely an audible whisper even to one with heightened senses, "...twice now."

Black dots and pale stars began to dance in her vision; pain and exhaustion was taking over. The Huntress was an absolute mess, but she was alive, for now. If she wasn't healed within the hour, she'd likely bleed to death. Every breath was slowing, her eyes closing by the second.

"Thank you…" Aela slumped against the wall, her shoulders and head falling forward. Matted crimson hair shielded her face. "...parasite."

Seems that even as Aela slipped into the dark of unconsciousness, her tongue could still spit the wit she held for her twice-savior.
 
If there was any remorse to be had in slaughtering so many people, Serana didn't feel it. All she could feel was the unquenchable thirst for blood, the inexplicable need to kill and feed, even though she had now had enough blood coursing through her veins to sustain her for the next month. The man wearing the wolf fur was dead by the second strike, but she kept going, ripping, rending, until her ugly transformed visage was covered in blood and gore. She might very well have kept going until the body was mutilated until recognition, but a single pained, raspy voice cut through her hazy mind, bringing her humanity back to the forefront. Suddenly the creature's head snapped up, realizing where she was, what she was doing.

Aela. Aela. Aela.

AELA.

The body fell to the bloody ground with a clang as Serana whipped around to where Huntress was slumped, rapidly shifting out of her Vampire Lord form. The bat-like face morphed into one of her usual pale beauty, still covered in blood, her limbs and wings retracted, leaving ripped holes on the back of her dress where they had torn through. Her raven hair was matted and clung to her skin, but the vampire paid that no mind, overtaken with fear that she had been too late.

She threw herself to her knees and went to cradle Aela's head, and by the Nine, she would've believed she was dead if she wasn't still running her mouth.

"Thank you... parasite."

A pained laugh escaped her lips, relieved that she was still able to spit her wit halfdead, and furious that she was using her last breath to do so. "No, no, no....don't thank me yet," she whispered desperately, trying to shake her awake and failing miserably as the she-wolf fell into unconsciousness. "You have to stay strong and thank me properly. You hear me, Aela?" she asked, gritting her teeth and blinking away the tears that stung at her eyes. Realizing talking would not bring her back, she freed both her hands and channeled every ounce of Restoration magic she knew. Magicka rapidly drained out of her body, weakening her severely, but even as the wounds stitched together and the bleeding stemmed, Serana could see Aela would need more help than just simple magic.

Whimpering to herself, she scanned the bloodied room for any kind of first aid there might be, and managed to scrounge up some bandages and potions. With shaky hands, she managed to bandage up the remaining wounds, and using her own ripped clothes, she wiped the blood from her face and limbs, before gently carrying her in her arms to flee this cursed fort for a safe, secluded cave somewhere in the woods.
 
Darkness enveloped Aela; she saw nothing, felt and heard only the silent black consuming her mind. There were no visions awaiting her, no howl of Hircine or Skjor's waiting voice. No mother or father to greet the lost soul; she hadn't died, only because of Serana's healing. It closed the sounds and slowed the flow of crimson but it couldn't return the exhaustion of the Huntress. She hadn't fought this hard, this long, ever. Never had she been so wholly taken by rage that she didn't prepare for battle ahead of time. Serena, remarkably holding more stamina than Aela ever gave her credit for, somehow managed to find shelter. There was indeed a cave nearby to which she fled with the she-wolf in her arms, once a bear den but recently cleared by hunters. Aela stirred slightly when set down but it was just over an hour before she fully awakened.

With a pained groan Aela's eyes weakly fluttered open, revealing the same darkness she had been covered with. There were scents though, and she could feel damp moss at her back. Slowly she turned onto her side, hissing through clenched teeth from the deep muscle pain still lingering across her entire body. In the distance, which wasn't that far but her lids were heavy and she was squinting, Aela saw a light. The opening of a cave. A cave? How the hell had she gotten here? The last thing she remembered was seeing the warrior wearing Skjor's fur. She couldn't recall fighting him, didn't remember the vampire lord form of …

Serana.

Shit.

She wasn't here. Aela was alone.

Shit.

Then how had she gotten here? Was he dead? Had she somehow managed to kill him, and find shelter? Did one of the other Companions come to her aid? They hadn't gone far from Whiterun, but her shield-siblings weren't there when the battle started. Every question asked another; Aela squeezed her eyes shut tightly, focusing on her breathing. First, she had to figure out where she was. Somehow she'd come out of the fight victorious, for if she had lost, she'd either be dead or prisoner. Then, perhaps, she could find…

Serana!

Despite her eyes being closed, Aela detected the brief change of light as a figure crossed into the entryway. Immediately the Huntress looked, and recognized the form approaching. Unsteadily she scrambled into a standing position, braced by a hand against the cave wall.

"You're alive!"

They ran to each other - well, Serana moved quicker than Aela - and as soon as the vampire was within her reach the Huntress grabbed her. Aela embraced her as tight as she could, which could easily be stepped out of given her weakened state, but the fierceness of what she managed indicated a grateful and welcoming hug. Aela dropped her head to bury her face against Serana's shoulder, comforted by the sensation of their bodies together, and her face in the vampire's hair.

"Thank you."
 
Serana did not know how long or how far she had been running, only that she needed to get Aela out of that gods-forsaken hold away from those bodies. Or rather, she couldn't stand to look at what she had done in her moment of madness, not when her companion, her only friend, was fucking bleeding to death. Her magic may have stemmed the blood and closed the wounds, but Aela still had a foot through death's door, and Serana would need to find someplace safe where she could properly tend to her. No mind could be given to the fact that her whole face was caked in blood, or that Aela was stark naked with her armour left in the fort. They would go back to get it if, no, when Aela recovers.

By the Nine's grace, she finally found shelter in a cave with a small stream in front, seemingly an animal den of some sort recently vacated by hunting. The vampire set the she-wolf gently down a bed of moss, causing her to stir a little, though she was mostly out of it. Her heart still beat like mad inside her chest, the reality of the situation settling in, the vivid memories of her obliterating those men and women replaying over and over - but they were overshadowed by her worry for Aela. The patchwork of blood and fresh wounds covering her body almost seemed like a wreath upon the departed, and holding back the urge to break down into tears, she got to work.

First, to clean off the blood and mud and grime from her body, then to clean the wounds that still hadn't closed. Thank the Nine that she still had her little knapsack with her. Poultices to apply to the cuts and bruises, potions for Aela to drink later, and bandages to seal the wounds, and by the Nine she had to use a lot. Through it all, she prayed, strangely, to Mara, asking the Mother of Love to preserve Aela, to let her have a chance at seeing the light of another morn, to not let her slip into Hircine's grip just yet. By the time she was done, Aela looked quite like a draugr in those old Nordic ruins, and only then did Serana take a breath of relief - and realize just how much she had exerted herself as well.

But her task was not done; she still needed to gather and hunt so they could eat, and get fresh water to boot. So, after giving Aela one lingering squeeze on the hands and dressing her in a spare set of plain clothes, she set up a simple ward to keep away wild animals and surreptitiously stepped into the woods, just as dusk was falling. She took a little less than an hour, during which she managed to gather a good amount of fruits and berries and refill the waterskins and hunt a few rabbits. Admittedly, Aela would've probably gotten some big game, perhaps venison, but after the ordeal of the day, Serana did not want to take a chance and tangle with a bloody deer.

Her eyes were almost completely shut by the time she returned, though through the bleary eyes she saw Aela looking at her... she was awake already? Her eyes widened a bit, though they turned into full saucers as she saw her scramble to her feet. The supplies in her hand crashed to the ground.

She was okay!

And why the fuck was she standing up?

Yet, her mind went blank as soon as Aela called out to her, and she felt like her knees would buckle then and there. Before she could make sense of things, she was running. Running, sprinting, desperate to meet Aela, and when she did, she pulled her into a tight embrace that could rival the she-wolf's own. Through her lips escaped a shuddering breath, Serana feeling like the whole world might just cave in around the two of them, and with a sniff, she too buried her head into her neck. It was so familiar and comforting, being in the Huntress's embrace, and it took Serana quite a while before she could choke out a word of her own.

"You..." Her fingers tightened around her shirt, clinging onto them for dear life, and pulled back her head to reveal two glistening eyes and a radiant smile of the kind she hadn't smile in aeons. Letting her heart do the thinking, she clasped her hands on Aela's cheeks (albeit quite gently) and pulled her in for a kiss, longing and deep, needy and desperate, a far cry from the chaste and hurried ones they had shared before. Eyes closed, she breathed in her scent, that strong, earthy flavor that had been so overwhelming from the moment they went, and deepened the kiss, her tongue venturing out to demand entry into Aela's mouth, to wrestle and dance with her own. Only after she had gotten enough did she pulled away, and when she did, her smile quickly morphed into an angry scowl.

And then Serana slapped Aela square on the cheek.

"You stupid, fucking, beautiful idiot," she huffed, her eyes gleaming with the wrath of a particularly displeased spouse. "What were you thinking?! You could've gotten killed! Hells, I thought I'd lost you when you blacked out, and I-I..." Words choked up in her throat, and a single rogue tear spilled down her pale cheeks, which she wiped away furiously. "Don't you ever scare me like that again. If you try something like this again and die, I-I'll go to Hircine's realm and drag you back here just to slap some sense into you. You promised me you'd accompany me and keep me safe and then you go ahead and throw your life away? You must be the worst goddamned Companion to have ever existed!"
 
Aela wouldn't release Serana - couldn't if she wanted to, for that matter. Just standing was difficult and she used the opportunity to rest, held up by the barest amount of her own strength and leaning into Serana's embrace which was ten times the pressure Aela had. Just the warmth of the vampire's body started to rejuvenate her, though truly, it was knowing her friend was still alive.

A friend, yes. There was no question of that now. In the last two days they'd gone through so much. Aela hunted her. They fled from the Dawnguard in a mutual desire to stay alive after their own battle. They'd slept in each other's arms. Aela invited her to Jorvasskr. They'd kissed. They left together in the morning, fought together - nearly died together. This was far past a duty to protect now. And it was clear when Serana pressed their lips together.

The vampire may have smiled, her lips up, but they'd connect to Aela's apologetic pout. The Huntress had nearly melted when those soft, delicate hands cupped her face but at that kiss? Oh, that kiss. It was just as aggressive as Aela had done - more so, it seemed, immediately harshing pressed mouths as one. Aela's own eyes fluttered closed, and she sighed into Serana's mouth upon the forceful intrusion of the vampire's tongue. Several long - very enjoyable - moments passed. Aela thought she might have to pry Serana off so she could br-

Smack!

Aela jerked sideways, stunned by the sudden display of aggression which wasn't in the sensual way. Instinctively she growled, far reaching lessons to react in the sense of danger. She almost did so; Aela's arm had tensed, itching to grab Serana's throat - it was the escaped sapphire orb that stopped her, despite being so quickly brushed away. Aela had promised that, sure, but twice Serana had proven she didn't even need the Huntress to protect her. Maybe she really was the worst goddamned Companion.

"Serana, I...I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking straight. I lost control." Aela apologized, ignoring both the heat on her cheek from the slap and the one between her legs from the kiss. Aela's hands fell from the vampire's back to instead rest on the parasite's hips - they weren't rough, pulling or pushing. They merely lay there, touching, holding, feeling better despite the well earned smack. "It seems you don't need me to keep you safe."

But gods, did Aela need her. All the unreleased tension from the previous night had returned swiftly, spurned on by Serana's initiation. She wasn't thinking straight now, either.

Which was why Aela's left hand fell behind to cup Serana's rear, while her right rose to gently grasp a handful of the other's hair. Aela resumed their kiss, just as hot, needy, and desperate as Serana had started. It was her turn to insist a dance of tongues as both palms tightened their grip; a palm of cloth covered plump flesh and the other forcing fingers into dark tresses to keep Serana close.
 
There wasn't much force behind the slap, but Serana could tell she had hit a nerve. Realistically, the vampire should've been scared of the she-wolf; despite her weakened state, she could probably break the dainty woman in half if she wanted - but all she felt was the righteous fury over Aela's actions, and the remnants of fear still left over from when she had ridden away on Allie with the Huntress unconscious in her arms. But then her face shifted - it became soft, vulnerable, sullen, and Serana felt her heart jump as she apologised quietly to her, even more so when she felt her calloused hand coming to rest upon her hip. She wanted to say something, maybe scold her a bit more for the reckless behavior, but her throat had gone dry and the words had died down, and all she could do was gaze longingly into those beautiful eyes, lips quivering with uncertainty.

And then suddenly, they weren't uncertain anymore.

Everything happened in the spur of a few seconds; one hand on her ass, cupping and squeezing as if she owned it, and the other in her hair, grasping her raven locks and pulling her in for another feverish kiss. Instinctively, Serana's hands flew to Aela's chest, trying to push her away, inadvertently brushing against her breasts. Just like the night before, she felt the terrifying memories rushing back to her, but this time her inhibitions were much lower; she couldn't push her away, her hands feeling too weak, useless. There was also the fact that Serana held a deep, consuming hunger for Aela, the heat and dampness between her legs a testament of the fact. She wanted her. She wanted to want her. She wanted to give in, let Aela touch her body and have her way as any other sensible lover would.

But she couldn't. Aela's hands were those clawed infernal things clawing and bruising at her tender flesh, and her hold on her were the chains holding her down as she was violated. Her eyes flew wide open, and even the sight of Aela, strong and beautiful, lost in the haze of lust for her, couldn't ease her now. "Stop, stop," she whispered desperately, breaking away from the kiss and holding up a hand to cover her mouth, her eyes wide with terror, the affection and happiness and anger from earlier all but vanished. Once, twice, thrice, she blinked, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes and falling down to her cheeks.

Why was she like this?

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, struggling out of Aela's grasp and wrapping her hands around herself, retreating into the shell she so often ran to. "I'm sorry, Aela.... I-I can't do this."
 
Aela hadn't forgotten how Serana reacted last time, but she hadn't initiated it then. The vampire did now, causing Aela to think, perhaps, she'd finally allow it. Hands pressed against her chest which Aela took as a sign to progress; her tongue laid claim within the other's mouth. The hand at Serana's rear began to pull up the fabric, desperate to get a true grasp on the rear she'd been graced to see before. Serana wasn't protesting - not enough that Aela noticed, that is. Aela's eyes had closed, letting her hands and lips work while letting an image of Serana nude and bare, laying in wait for Aela to come play, dance in her mind. Further up came the dress, nearly ready to expose the skin Aela wanted to taste.

Once again, though, Serana bid Aela to cease. The Huntress growled with need. No, she couldn't stop. She wouldn't. She had to do this. She had to have her. Serana was able to break free but Aela stepped closer anyway, intending to resume the actions…

But the vampire was crying again, and as before, the Huntress stopped her movements. Concerned green eyes softened, and Aela frowned, still struggling to calm herself enough not to merely pounce upon the prize she wanted.

"Why not?" Aela asked, taking a slow non-threatening step forward, but not reaching to touch her. "It's clear you are just as attracted to me as I am to you. You don't need to be shy of that fact."

Aela gently touched Serana's shoulder, she didn't push or pull, only trying to comfort the poor shaken thing. "You don't need to be afraid, Serana. I may be a beast in the wilds, but not in the bed." Not usually, that is, but she certainly wouldn't force herself upon an unwilling person. She just needed Serana to relax, to know Aela wouldn't hurt her.

"Talk to me, Serana. Tell me what's wrong. I can help you through this."

A chaste kiss to the top of Serana's head, aiming to calm her down. "Please."
 
Why not?

"Because-"

Words once again died in her throat, and the vampire was left furiously shaking her head, not able to properly voice her thoughts anymore. There were so many things she wanted to say; that she too was attracted to Aela, that she actually wanted her so much, that she wasn't scared of her, only what had happened long in the past. Instinctively, she winced and shuffled away as Aela approached and raised her hand, still deep in the painful memories to think that a strike was coming as a beaten dog would.

But it didn't come, only a gentle touch on her shoulder and a shake to bring her back to the moment. If she was in the right mind, she would've laughed out loud at Aela assuring her that she was not a beast in bed. As it were, she still managed to choke out a teary laugh, the absurdity of the statement enough to ease some of the tension in her body. Soft lips, kissing her forehead and calming her down. All her energy sapped out of her, she let out a shuddered breath and melted into Aela, wrapping her arms around her neck and clinging onto her as if she were the one who had a brush with death.

"Thank you," she mumbled into her neck, nuzzling into her like a scared little critter, and gazed up to look at Aela's concerned face with wide, bright yellow eyes still brimming with tears. "I... have no doubts that you are a beast in bed," she jested weakly, her quivering lips turning up into a small, nervous smile. "I am attracted to you, Aela... I swear to the Nine I have been since we met, even when you were trying to kill me. I prayed to Mara the whole time while you were unconscious so that she would keep us together through this. It's just..."

Nervously, she caught her lip between her teeth, terrified of the notion of having to confront her past. Yet, she knew she would have to do it - she couldn't let it cast a shadow over her whole life. And with Aela baring her heart to her and pleading with her, it would be cruel not to tell her. "Do you remember when I told you about the ritual?" she asked quietly, laying her head on the she-wolf's shoulder, unable to look at her as she spoke. "The one where I was turned. Molag Bal himself blessed me with these gifts. And during it, he did... terrible things to me. Unspeakable things. He did it to every woman who submitted themselves to his whims." Her fingers tightened around Aela's neck, digging into the fabric of her shirt. "I was broken, mind and body. And for that, I was turned into a freak and a monster. They even gave us original vampires a fancy name," she said bitterly. "The Daughters of Coldharbour."

"I'm sorry that I'm like this," Serana whispered, as another rogue sob slipped her lips, and tears started rolling down again.
 
Not surprisingly did Serana twitch beneath Aela's gentle touch, but the Huntress was grateful the vampire didn't pull away entirely - even a nervous laugh, choked by her tears, which caused a smile to Aela's lips. Good, she was calming. Detecting Serana's resolve, Aela moved her own arms quickly - lightly she held around the vampire's waist even as the others found a way around Aela's neck. Aela's hands held Serana's waist, not sexually but affectionately. There were no further sensual movements, only the presence of her body to keep Serana close, though not harshly.

Perhaps a tiny little smirk from the beast comment, silently indicating that yeah, sure, maybe she could be in the right setting. Serana paused her rambling - one of Aela's palms began to gently massage her back, lower back to shoulder blades, never touching her rear or hair. Not yet. "It's all right," Aela promised in a whisper, "Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."

Obviously this was a make or break moment. "Mhm," the Huntress hummed lightly in acknowledgement of said ritual - her massaging palm rose, then lightly stroking Serana's hair. She didn't pull or grasp it again, just noting how the vampire couldn't even look at her for the moment and she wished to further calm the shivering thing.

Gods, the tears were breaking Aela's heart. There was a brief moment even the Huntress tensed - she didn't grab Serana's hair but her palm had stopped, and stiffened. Just to know such a tragedy had befallen this beauty angered Aela to her very core. Quickly she exhaled deeply to calm herself, not wishing to frighten her further.

"Hey, hey, hey, none of that," The palm at Serana's hair slid down, inward, to cup the pretty parasite's cheek. Just a gentle pressure, insisting Serana look at the Huntress, or at least tilt her head up even if she couldn't meet Aela's gaze. "You aren't either of those things. Shh, my pretty parasite." Well, so that was also an insult, but it was Aela's insult, the one to which Serana had always appreciated ever so much with a slap in return.

Gentle lips tickled Serana's cheeks to kiss away her tears, never fully reaching her lips. "It doesn't have to be that way, Serana. It can be slow, sweet, loving. I can be that for you, if you let me."

Aela kissed her, then, directly onto Serana's mouth but very softly, barely even touching her lips. "I'll stop, like I always have, but you can trust me. I won't hurt you."
 
There was only affection in Aela's touch as she held her, one hand on the small of her waist and the other on the back of her neck, simply holding her there, and Serana couldn't help but nuzzle a little deeper into her warmth. The words flowed like water from a broken dam once she started speaking, and many times she found her voice crack and eyes tear up, the memories on the verge of becoming reality to her fragile mind, but every time, Aela's touch reminded her that she was safe, that she was with her. Little strokes on her back, not even sexual in nature, just letting her know that she was there, listening. Her fingers felt good in her hair, simply raking through them. This was what she needed... an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on, and although the vampire was in no state to thank her or explain her emotions, she was grateful, and she liked to think Aela understood, even without words.

When she finally finished and the tears started to flow once again, Aela's sweet voice was the anchor that held her down. Strong, callous hand cupped her cheeks, forcing her to look up. Serana shook her head feebly; she didn't want to look up, she didn't want to let the Huntress see her in such a pathetic state after all she'd done through their time together was being timid and useless. But in the end, she did, perhaps craving the comfort Aela could give her, and she was glad when she did so; she found those beautiful eyes staring worriedly down at her, looking at her like she was the most important thing in the world. A choked laugh escaped her as she called her that again. Pretty parasite. "Fuck you..." she whispered, a cross between a giggle and a sob, and weakly slapped at her chest admonishingly. Strange. She used to hate it when she called her that... now it made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Well, the most beautiful parasite, at the very least.

A soft sigh as Aela's lips grazed her cheeks, kissing away her tears. It can be slow, sweet and loving, she said. How terribly Serana wanted it to be true. With wide eyes she looked up at the taller woman, lips quivering as a million thoughts ran through her head. Of course she trusted her, of course she wanted her to be it. She wanted her to be the one who finally puts an end to her ceaseless nightmares. But the words did not come out of her lips, and she could only gape at Aela... at least until she took her mouth in a kiss. It was soft, barely a kiss, even, but it served as the necessary catalyst for breaking down Serana's walls completely, and how gloriously they crumbled.

"I trust you," she whispered against those soft lips, eyes fluttering open, still wet with tears. "I know you won't hurt me. I... I want you to take me, Aela. Slow, sweet and loving, like you said." Her teeth caught her lips, and she looked away in uncertainty, before flicking back to her with a determination. "Be gentle with me, okay?" she pleaded, one last final warning, before she reached back to undo the laces that held her dress together, eyes never leaving Aela's as she slowly slipped away the bindings of the dress, before letting it slowly drop to to a heap on the ground. She was nude underneath it, all of her beauty on full display; the small, but perky bosom, the heart-shaped derriere, the neatly trimmed bush above her sex. A bit subconscious, she brought her arms above her chest, partially covering herself up, though her lips formed into a teasing smirk. "I know you've seen me before, but still. I have to keep some parts mysterious."
 
Aela couldn't look away from Serana's yellow eyes, tinted with the faint sapphire of tears still lingering. Not even when the vampire's clothing began to loosen did Aela shift her gaze. She wanted to let Serana see the Huntress's reactions, showing her that even as she became vulnerable and nude, Aela's attention was solely for the vampire and not her body. "I will; I promise. You can see the beast in the future." It wasn't until Serana so cutely attempted to cover herself that Aela finally dropped her chin to admire the fair beauty before her, so hesitant but willing. She wanted to pull Serana's arms away, but didn't. Not yet. Aela touched those arms, slowly rubbing her palms along the upper section and across her shoulders. Her hands slid in, once more cupping the vampire's cheek. "You're beautiful, Serana. I'm lucky to have you."

Aela didn't like the end of that sentence, nor how Serana had asked to be taken. This woman wasn't an object - she wasn't something to have, or take. Aela wanted Serana to give herself; she wanted to love the vampire. After another light kiss Aela stepped back, with her fingertips gently tapping the vampire's wrists. She still didn't pull them apart, but the indication was clear from her soft pat. Nonetheless, Aela continued her affections, wanting to show Serana that she was worthy of the slow, sweet love the Huntress wanted to give.

Aela knelt before her, perhaps a little symbolically, countering whatever mental image Serana had of herself doing so. Although Aela's hands moved carefully along Serana's legs, she couldn't help the fact her palms were slightly callused and rough. Hopefully her lips would make up for that fact. She stroked the woman's skin, up and down her shins, with gentle kisses starting at the ankles then slowly up to her knees. Once there she shifted outward, hands running along outer thighs and over the curve of her hips. Aela never strayed between those lovely legs, not yet. She wanted Serana to be worshipped, to feel the pleasure from a grateful lover.

Even at her breasts, touches and kisses only ever reached the curves of Serana's breasts, purposefully avoiding the pink nipples Aela wasn't surprised to see were already hardening. The Huntress languidly slid her tongue from Serana's collar bone, up her neck, across her jaw, ending with a kiss just a little harder than before. As it ended, Aela lightly grasped Serana's hands with her own. "Come, princess," Aela spoke, without pulling the vampire forward - she merely tilted her head toward the bed of moss she had risen from a bit ago. It likely wasn't what Serana pictured for a moment like this, but it would have to do. "A cot would be more comfortable, I know, but neither of us are fit to travel." And wouldn't be for some time, if Aela could pull as many orgasms as she wanted to from her pretty parasite.
 
Serana would've been lying if she said she wasn't interested in what 'the beast' looked like; after all, she had thought of Aela as a prolific lover, the kind who would leave men and women yearning for more with a single touch. It was how she felt now as well, so entranced in the Huntress's presence that it felt like she would forget to breathe. Torn between two worlds, but the vampire tentatively pushed forward to reveal more of herself, and was glad to see Aela's eyes lingered on her. It made her feel loved, appreciated... safe. And it felt powerful too, in a way. She was in control of everything; which parts of her that Aela saw, what parts she would give to her. She wanted to give everything of course, but that road was long and bumpy indeed, but she wouldn't want to do this with anyone but Aela. Gently, she nuzzled into the hands on her cheeks, almost purring like a little critter. They felt good... comforting. "And I'm lucky you're here," she whispered, eyes closing contently.

A gentle tap on her wrists reminded her that she was still covering herself up. She didn't miss the fact that Aela didn't force anything on her; she didn't pull her hands away, she didn't grab her, she didn't even touch her with any strength, it seemed. Her kiss, soft and tender, felt like a request rather than the demand from before, and Serana found herself reciprocating if only a little. The intense passion from earlier had mellowed out into a soft, loving, almost romantic connection between them, it felt even better in Serana's mind. With a shuddered breath, she let her arms drop, letting her breasts come into full view again under the dim light of the cave, biting her lips self-consciously.

But perhaps she shouldn't have been. Aela kneeled before her, as if she was some figure worthy of worship, and the vampire found herself flusteredly trying to stop her, but the words died before they left her lips. It made her feel powerful, beautiful, to see such a strong woman lay herself bare before her. Her hands, though callous and strong, were gentle in their touch, trailing lightly up her calves and thighs, and Serana let herself a little smile, enjoying a sense of intimacy she hadn't felt in ages. The terrible memories haunting her seemed to slowly fade away, replaced by Aela's strong, but caring touches. The chains at her feet became Aela's hands, and she loved every second of it. And then the kisses began, starting from her ankle, and the ravenette's cheeks turned a bright red, embarrassed from having Aela see her so vulnerable and having every part of her body taken care of.

"Aela, you don't have to..." But she trailed away, squirming in anticipation as she made her way up her legs, awaiting what would inevitably come. But Aela passed it by, leaving her sex feeling a bit neglected, though much to her surprise, it only helped in making her more aroused, feeling her loins get warmer and wetter. The kisses continued to trail up, also avoiding her nipples, now perky and standing up to attention. It was such strange dysphoria - for her body was reacting in full force to Aela's touches, almost of its accord, but her mind was still a muddled mess, but it was clear which side was winning. A soft moan escaped her lips when Aela's long, wet warm tongue licked up her neck and jaw, coming to a stop to kiss her fully on the lips, stimulating her in ways she didn't even know was possible.

She was quite literally putty in her hands now, so of course, Serana followed when Aela softly led her towards the bed - or rather, the patch of moss they would have to sleep on. "I've slept in worse," she murmured smilingly, appreciating the view of Aela's beautiful backside as the two padded over. "And your arms are more comfortable than any cot. I'd know." She was quite proud of that, and it showed in the way she smiled winningly even through the tears. Once they were there, she gently sat down on it and lay back, raising her knees and gently parting her legs so Aela would have full access to her body, eyes hazy with anticipation. Her hands, at a loss for what to do, came up to cup her own breasts, caressing them, squeezing them pleasuring herself as well as putting on a little show for the Huntress. "Come, my pretty wolf," she whispered. "I believe you have an obligation to own up to your words. Touch me..."
 
Again the Huntress dropped to her knees, at the same time Serana sat upon the mossy ground. She didn't move otherwise, though, not wishing to stand above her and ruin the moment. They were equals; Aela didn't want to seem intimidating by remaining upright. Softly Aela gasped at the beautiful sight before her; an elegant pretty parasite of a woman baring herself so fully and openly. The show was a pleasant one, indeed, calling to Aela's growing desire. Serana's words forced an amused laugh from the Huntress. "Oh, I'll do much more than that, parasite," Aela promised, but firstly touching herself - not sexually, merely to remove the basic clothing Serana had dressed her in to recover. Without concern she tossed the fabric aside; there were far more pressing matters at the moment, like the fair skinned beauty needing the caress of a huntress.

Slowly Aela crawled forward to position herself above the vampire. Her knees braced most of her weight, with one hand on the ground beside Serana's head and her free palm able to gently stroke the back of her hand against the parasite's cheek. Aela kissed Serana's temple as she lowered her body, so at last their nude forms could fully envelop each other. She sighed softly into Serana's ear at the sensation of their breasts pressed together, with legs tangled as if the friction alone was adding to the lust between them - and it certainly was, Aela gently moving up and down just to let their nipples prick at the other's.

Then she mirrored her earlier actions in the opposite direction; Aela trailed kisses from Serana's cheek, to her jaw, along her collar bone, and at last, the parasite's breasts. This time Aela couldn't remain demure - peppered kisses spiraled from the outer curve inward, ending with a firm kiss directly on Serana's nipple. Her free hand had kept the same movement, fingers trailing in and finally very lightly pinching the tip just as her lips kissed the other. "Mmn, what a tasty little princess I've found," Aela teased, flicking her tongue briefly with her fingertip doing the same on the other side. "A sweet treat, just for me."

As Aela shifted further down, she gave a tiny quick nip on the underside of Serana's breast; it wasn't enough to hurt, likely only to startle her a little, and meant as a brief warning for what may lay ahead in the future. Past her chest Aela let her tongue do the work, paired with the same kisses as before. The parasite's abdomen was kissed, but around her navel Aela licked lightly. Her destination was quite apparent by then, even if she took her time getting there.

Aela's head was between Serana's legs, but she paused, struggling to contain herself long enough to look up at the princess she wished to devour. "Relax, all right? Breathe. You trust me, don't you?"

She waited just long enough for a response before letting the tip of her tongue slide up Serana's sex, truly tasting her precious prize for the first time. The Huntress nearly growled with need, but she kept herself controlled, using only slow, long strokes of her tongue to let the vampire become used to the sensation.
 
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As vulnerable as she was lying there with her legs spread, shamelessly on display for the Huntress who drooled at her like she was her next meal (she was), Serana felt safe, powerful. Much of it could be contributed to Aela making it her utmost priority to ensure the vampire was at ease, kneeling between her legs and stripping herself out of the clothes she had put on her, bringing her magnificent body out on display. The ravenette had seen her bare just hours before, of course, but this time it was different - this time she noticed the toned muscles of her abdomen and tighs, the beautiful swell of her breasts, the curve of her ass. Her teeth caught her lower lip, watching with rapt attention as the she-wolf gave her a show in return; and what a show it was. "Promises, promises..." she hummed teasingly, the banter helping to keep her mind from slipping back into the terrible memories. "I'm starting to think you're all bark and no bite, Aela..."

Of course, her taunting words were just that, words. In truth, she was grateful to no end for Aela's patience and gentleness and found herself smiling excitedly as Aela crawled atop her, holding herself above her protectively. There was still that hint of fear in her, but it was mostly overwhelmed by lust now, and quite possibly, love, for the werewolf, though Serana did not have the strength or gall to voice it. A soft hum, a purr, escaped her lips as Aela brushed her hands on her cheek, which she nuzzled into affectionately. They were rough and calloused, but by the Nine, did they feel good.

Their breasts pressed together, a soft kiss gracing her temples, and Serana fluttered her eyes shut as she enjoyed the sensation, the simple act of their bodies pressed together enough to extract a delighted giggle from her. She let out a shuddered breath, placing her hands on Aela's sides and gently caressing them, going from her waist to her hips, where she cheekily snuck in a squeeze with a subtle grin. Little breaths and pleasured hums continued to slip out of her as Aela trailed downward, placing kisses wherever she went; at the last kiss, on her pink little nipple, elicited an unexpected moan from the vampire, her hips bucking up to meet Aela's. "Oh... d-don't tease me like that, Aela," she whined, though her body worked against her words, shuddering and squirming with pleasure with every little touch Aela's tongue and fingertips gave them.

Her grip on Aela's ass tightened, her nails digging into her skin enough to leave a few faint marks, just as the she-wolf nipped her and continued further downward. Briefly, Serana gasped as the familiar fear came over her again, though it was coupled with pleasure as Aela kissed and licked her navel. She handled her body like she had known her for an eternity, pushing her at all the right places to bring her out of her shell. Finally, after the slow descent across her whole body, Aela's lips reached between Serana's legs, and the vampire swallowed nervously in anticipation.

"Mhm. I trust you..." Wholeheartedly. A gentle nod confirmed her consent. And then a gasped moan confirmed her pleasure. "O-oh, gods, Aela..." she squeaked, her toes curling helplessly as she felt a tongue on her sex for the first time in her life, reintroducing her to a blissful pleasure she had long forgotten. It felt so wonderful, so fulfilling, feeling that warm, wet muscle move across the slick lips of her pussy. "It feels so wonderful, I- aah!" If she wasn't aroused before, she definitely was now; her loins felt hot and oversensitive, every flick of the tongue drawing out a shameful moan, so much so that Serana had to bring a hand up to her lips to silence herself. Desperately, her other hand searched for Aela's, wanting to hold her as she loved and ravished her with her talented tongue. Tears began to form and spilled from the edge of her eyes, and a small, choked sob escaped her throat as the last remnants of her abuse washed away. Fearing Aela may mistake it, she hurriedly, squeezed her hand and held her tight. "No, no, keep going... please..."
 
Aela had been with women before, many times. Before she met Skjor, the Huntress had been a wild one, finding herself spending the evening in the arms of a beautiful woman, and once in a while, a handsome warrior. She wasn't a common whore by any means, and typically kept in contact with those she'd bedded, even if they only remained friends afterward. After joining the Companions she'd settled herself down, at least personality wise - Skjor had calmed the beast within, even if he'd given her the actual gift of being one truly. So it was with obvious experience Aela played with Serana's sweet nether regions, as if it hadn't been made clear thus far. Ordinarily Aela would lick and nibble with evident eagerness, but times with others who have been harmed by someone else allowed Aela to move slowly, tenderly; she aimed to push away the lingering hesitation, the fear of being so vulnerable. Only the tip of her tongue added a little pressure, up one side and down the other, tasting and feeling for whatever would cause Serana to twitch or make a sound.

Briefly Aela glanced up, catching her breath but also wanting to glimpse at the pretty parasite's expressions. Disappointed with how Serana pressed one hand to her mouth, Aela let the vampire grab her own with her free palm, holding it gently while giving another stroke of her tongue. She flattened the muscle, swiping up directly in the center of Serana's slit - greeted with growing wetness coating her mouth. "Don't do that," Aela cooed at the vampire. "I want to hear you. I need to hear you...please."

But not that sound; not the crying, not the choked sob Aela saw hitching in Serana's chest. Fearing she'd already pushed too far she pulled back, but stopped when she felt Serana tighten the grip of their conjoined hands. Aela certainly didn't want to stop, and it seemed that for once, Serana didn't want her to either. It wasn't funny, but Aela couldn't stop the tiny smirk from forming, only because she knew she'd finally started tearing down those thousand year old walls. "If you insist."

With slightly further aplomb Aela did just as asked - a little more pressure, a bit faster paced, her tongue swiveled and darted about, hoping Serana would acquiesce as well and not hinder any sounds, so Aela would know whether it was a good spot, or one that did nothing for her. Aela did know there was one spot that was always good. Aela's free arm slid beneath Serana's leg, with her hand lifting up to plant against the vampire's hip, holding her in place just as the Huntress enveloped Serana's clit with her lips. She merely pressed around it, a few soft flicks with her tongue, before pulling away. "I knew, when we first fought, I'd eat you alive," Aela taunted, ignoring the fact Serana had bested her. "I guess it just took time, hmm, my pretty parasite?"

Back to work, Aela's witty mouth silenced only to find that throbbing little button once more. So many men didn't realize a woman could orgasm without penetration; Aela would try that another time, as it certainly could be pleasurable, but not now. Not when she had a stunning, writhing, parasitic princess squirming against her mouth.
 
Serana felt so selfish, truly, for the fact that she couldn't even show herself completely to Aela, muffling her voice and covering her face in both shame and embarassment, when the Huntress had been nothing but kind, patient and understanding with her. She doubted anyone, man or woman, would be so patient as to navigate through her nuances and not simply leave her to rot with her own demons. But even when she did let out a little sound, it was not one of pleasure or affirmation, it was a choked sob, and Serana so terribly feared she might drive Aela away again. They'd come quite a long way to even get to this point, and it took the both of them almost dying unceremoniously in a swamp and then a castle to bring them together, and the gods would be damned if she threw it away again because she couldn't bear to communicate well enough.

So she clung to the wolf's hand desperately, pleading with her to keep going, which Aela did. The vampire was even surprised to hear a hint of wryness in her voice, and with considerable effort, she removed her hand from her mouth and glanced down, eyes blinking and misty with tears to see Aela diligently working at her sex, desire pooling in her loins with every talented lick of her tongue. Obliging to Aela's request - that she needed to hear her - Serana gently propped herself up on one elbow so the other could see her face, her every little reaction, as embarrassing as it was. Her breasts heaved with every hitched breath, pink nipples taut and erect in the cold air, and every so often, a pleasured little gasp or a surprised squeal slipped from her lips as Aela found a particularly sensitive spot.

The vampire then gasped in surprise as Aela liftened her legs over her shoulders, making her feel utterly exposed, though with her she felt safe and protected and desired. The simple flat licks against her outer lips had been pleasurable enough, making her squirm and shiver with need, but when the Huntress lunged forward and took her warm, sensitive little bud in her mouth, Serana positively moaned out as she fell back onto the bed of moss, all her strength leaving her in an instant. Her yellow eyes squeezed shut, shedding more tears that decorated her cheeks, but they were no longer tears of fear and anguish. Her hand gripped onto Aela's tightly, needing something to hold onto amidst the foreign, overwhelming pleasure that threatened to shatter her into pieces.

Her mouth was dropped open into a perfect little circle, her exhaled breaths and gentle moans of pleasure becoming more and more vocal and less dampened. Every little flick on her clit sent waves of electricity through her body, eliciting a shiver or a gasp, sometimes both, and Serana whined needily when she felt Aela pull away from her engorged little bud, desperately needing her to continue. She might've even begged her or pleaded in some fashion for her to continue, if not for her utterly absurd comment. Serana, confused by the surreality of it all, burst into a uncharacteristic giggle, though as she later recounted, giggling during sex was probably a good thing. "Yes, you did take your sweet time with it," she quipped back with a bite of her lips, head snapping back and shuddering with a gasp when Aela captured her clitoris again. Her words came out ragged and somewhat incoherently after that, but still she continued - she was not to be outdone, not even during her first time having sex after thousands of years. "I s-suppose... you planned i-it all from the start... ah- you let me best you a-and then proceeded to almost... fucking die so I would lower my walls for you."

Any sort of barrier between them now truly broken, Serana began to be truly vocal with her lips, eyes closed and head leaned back as she allowed herself to drown in a sea of bliss. Her free hand reached for Aela's head, fingers wounding tightly in those beautiful crimson locks, ostensibly to hold her in place, though Serana was sure she didn't need the extra incentive. "Yes... I'm your pretty parasite, Aela," Serana found herself whispering, finding no shame in such a statement. Her hips began to move against the she-wolf's tongue, feeling her desire build and almost topple over in the depths of her loins, her nerves feeling like they were on fire. "Ahh... yes, yes, keep going...please..."
 
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