Hued as Rose and Wine (Ava & Erit)

[Erit of Eastcris]

The putrescent aroma of blood and offal that hung, cloying, in the air would have left most emptying their stomachs, but to him it was simply more of the same. The feeling of sweat causing linen to cling to his skin despite the chill of the mid-autumn night was equally familiar, equally banal, barely registering even as an annoyance anymore. The dull reddish-black staining the silver-chased steel of his sword caught his crimson gaze, and with a bored and empty sigh he tore a strip of clean enough linen from a nearby corpse to clean the blade before it etched. How long, again, had this been his routine? Twenty years? Fifty? Five hundred? How many years need it continue? He knew the answer, of course: it would always continue. The cause had been forgotten even to the immortal side, if it had ever been known at all; all that remained was retribution, reprisal, revenge and repetition. On and on they'd fight; them for their reasons, him for her sake, and once she was gone it would be out of grief and desire to reunite with her in oblivion. A shudder ran through his frame, tall and definite and clad in dark shades of leather and cloth, at the thought of her absence. At the prospect of never knowing her smile again, never seeing the sparkle of her eyes, never feeling the softness of her caress. No, such a thing could not be allowed, be accepted; she must be kept safe, and so he would sortie and fight this worthless enemy time and again no matter how many years it demanded, all so he could feel her in his bed, safe and sound.

It was funny, really; when they had both still been mortal, he would never have thought of his sister as a lover. They had been close, certainly, finding what little comfort they could in the world within each other's embrace, but once their "Father" had turned them, she had gradually come to be his bride as well as his twin. It was forbidden, of course, by mortal standards, but then again so was their very existence as vampires. When they had taken each other's chastity so very long ago, they'd done it knowing, wanting the fact that there would be no going back. And ever since, their blood relation had only seemed to make them dearer and more ravishing to each other.

He shook the musings from his head, replacing the sword in his scabbard and trudging back, sighing wearily, to that place he called "home". The manor and keep where she was doubtlessly waiting, with its spires and arches and gargoyles showing its clear Gothic architecture. The way between the site of the skirmish and the road to their city was an obscure one, a shadowed footpath that mere humans could not find except by day, but his kind held superior enough nightvision to make such a thing trivial in the extreme. His retinue however, struggled far more, being mostly mindless puppets, and lacking many of the blessings a true member of their kind held. With a tired harrumph, scrubbing one of his pale, slender hands through thick ebon locks, he left them behind, knowing that they would find the way eventually and lacking the time or interest to play thrallherd.

When he arrived at the house of his "family", which sheltered both his sister and himself as well as the others of their kind, it was with dawn only an hour away, the silvery grace of the moon long gone and the company of the stars beginning to wane. He didn't bother with announcing his presence in any way, as the thralls which served as guards could not raise a hand against their Prince anyway. The clack clack clack of his boots against the floor should have served as ample notice to his return, but all the same he sent one of the servants a-scurry, bidding them fetch the only lady of the house; his sister, his Princess of darkness, and bride.

 

[Lady Bloody Ava]

Another dark and dismal night neared it's end. Voices melded in the background as ruby red eyes stared off into the distance. Nights had become rather dull in his absence. Try as her eldest brother might ,as the burly pale figure peppered cold kisses up her slender arms and to the delectable curve of her neck, the ebony haired girl's mind was elsewhere. Their latest guest laying upon the floor was gorgeous. Long soft golden tresses that draped down her back and soft pink lips remain parted. Her pale and lifeless eyes no longer held their former glowing auburn hue. Brother and sister toyed with the dear before draining her in the most intimate of places. Now, he had a craving for his sister who sat with a sigh upon a chair in her lavished room. The flames beneath the mantle reflected in her eyes and the heat licked at the exposed flesh upon her shoulders.

Dawn neared and he had to be home soon. "Mmmm... excuse me." She plainly said and left her eldest brother upon his one bended knee where he watched her slender silhouette walk away before disappearing past the bedroom door. A servant intercepted her in the halls of their home with news that she was aching to hear. That rather lax look was replaced with a sweet and sinful smile. The black crushed velvet of her dress clung to the slender curves of her breasts down to the waist and flared from the hips to a pool of fabric at her feet. Handfuls of the gown were grabbed as she hastened through the halls that they called home. Long tresses flowed behind her and modest breasts . "Aerin!" Even with her brother in sight the lady did not slow her advances and threw her arms around his neck . In her mind, nothing could take him away from her. He was indestructible and should the unthinkable happen she would not be too far behind.

Her body pressed to his as though to make sure that he was truly and physically here. A tongue tying kiss was issued until she parted their lips, feeding him ragged breaths. "Lyceus, thought to warm my bed...." She shook her head. There was no doubt as to who her favorite brother was and her personal Prince. "Tell me that you're mine for the day Aerin.." While others slept, the twins could kill hours with one another. If the war came to cease, she could only imagine what trouble the two could get into with so much time on their hands. If Lyceus was smart he would no longer be lingering in their room, but the boys always loved a challenge. A soft hand raked through his thick ebony locks in adoration. There was no place that she would rather be than wrapped in her brother's steely embrace.

 

[Erit of Eastcris]

And there she was, the lock to his key. His heart dared to beat as she called out his name, warmth in his blood at her touch. Aerin favored his sister with a smile, grazing her lip with his teeth as she kissed him and wrapping his arms around her at the waist, their forms moulding together like pieces to a puzzle long solved. Even when their tongues parted, he held his face close to hers, meeting that deep red gaze so similar to his own, breathing in as she did out and languishing in her... her. The mention of their elder sibling drew him from the pleasant haze, though, and his thin-lipped visage curdled in annoyance. "Let the rat to a puppet," he dismissed the matter out of hand, the sound a stony rumble from his chest, "he knows better than provoke me." Of all the current House Lacceta, only Aerin and their "Father", Emmanuel, knew of combat. Lyceus had been turned before the twins, true, but he was craven and insipid, a rodent that the Prince did not appreciate having near his Aeren, let alone inside of her. But, it was her body, and he knew her heart and soul were his alone.

One hand came away from his twin sister's waist, gently cupping and caressing her cheek as Aerin stole a kiss from her in turn, taking the lead in forcing his tongue past her lips and twisting it around her own, prodding that little spot he knew so well that always wooed her so. Then he parted, stroking her cheekbone with his thumb and nuzzling her forehead, a playful and content quirk to his lips. "I can be, my dearest nightingale." He murmured gently, still holding her close enough to feel her every curve and twitch, "It depends; will you be mine?" He knew the answer, of course; it was simply a tradition of centuries between them that he ask and she reply. Speaking truths they knew by heart, but which set those hearts a-flutter to be heard, be felt.

 

[Lady Bloody Ava]

Where they stood emerged a symphony of delicious moans that spoke volumes as to the girl's hunger and affection for her brother. It is as though the world simply did not exist outside of his loving embrace. Despite their long lives, the pale skinned beauty savored these precious moments. At his answer, a heat engulfed her entire being and brought forth a smile reserved for Aerin and Aerin alone. His touch left fire in its wake and her body ached from there thought of what was to come. A sinfully sweet smile danced across her lips as she practically fed the words to love of her life. "But of course, my Prince." While many of their kin knew that the Lady slept with three men, they all knew that she was head over heels in love with her twin brother. Emmanuel was rough, Lyceus was too soft, and Aerin was perfect. However, their sexual endeavors was not what Aeren loved about her brother. He cared, loved, worshipped, and knew everything about her, inside and out.

While Lyceus treated her like a porcelain doll in bed, her twin brother satisfied her to the point of her blacking out from sheer bliss. A rough love and pampering that was the best of both worlds. "No wonder, she left. Her Prince Charming has arrived." While the lovely figure still hugged on to her lover, those ruby red eyes looked up to the lithe male standing at the top of the ornate stairs above the couple. There was blood left upon his bare chin, suggesting that he had played with a toy and done away with it. It was another flow of her brother, he was rather .... quick, even for a being with a vast amount of stamina. "Perhaps there's room for one more?" Fang to fang, the seemingly young beauty smiled and laughed in a delightful tone. Slender fingers laced themselves with that of her twin as she spoke to their elder brother. "Aerin has had a busy time, unlike yourself, big brother. He and I have a lot to catch up on. Shall we?" Her attention was all for Aeren and from here on it was their brother's funeral should he was wish to get in the way of this much needed tryst.

 

[Erit of Eastcris]

The Prince of darkness showed only amusement in his face and posture, happily twining his hands with Aeren's own even as he seethed with annoyance within. Oh how he longed to cleave Lyceus into pieces before throwing the whole mess into the sunlight, but Emmanuel had forbidden violence between his adoptive progeny, and their "Father's" will had to be obeyed. "Indeed," he replied instead, resonant tone a perfect harmony to his sister's gentle, lilting cadence, "It has been a wearisome night, and I wish to relax amidst what is mine." A gentle squeeze to Aeren's hand, just enough for his finely-trimmed nails to pierce the uppermost skin; a subtle tightening of his embrace, just enough to drive a breath of air from her lungs. Just enough to make his point. "I am certain one of our many puppets will be overjoyed to serve you, though, eldest brother. I believe your favored butler, in fact, is waiting with baited breath." He shot the elder vampire a cruel little smirk, before hefting his sister into his arms as a groom would a bride and carrying her with a smooth, prowling gait to their room. If Lyceus reacted or not to his taunt, Aerin neither noticed nor cared; the only thing on his mind being that which he was more familiar with than his own self.

As the great wooden door clicked shut at the urging of his heel, the younger of the twins by three minutes was quick to set his sister on her feet, and quicker still to press her down onto the bed, lips greedily capturing her own as one hand tangled itself in her raven locks and the other slid behind her to squeeze her soft, pliant rear. His tongue, long and hot and moist with his appetite, parted her lips, sliding past her teeth and teasing the back of her throat. He had been away from Aeren all evening, and sought in that moment to restake his claim as her brother and lover, as the only one to hold dominion over her, as she did him. His eyes fluttered closed and his grip in her hair tightened, pulling her further into the kiss as he laid his weight upon her, a heady sigh passing from his throat into her own. After what could have been half a minute or half a year, he relented, drawing back from the kiss and smiling, even as a faint line of saliva connected them at the lips. "Now, then," he murmured, light of breath from the neediness of his passion, and buried his face in the delicate curve of her neck, "how has my other half passed her night, and how will she help me pass our day?" He nipped at the tender, ashen flesh, his fangs sinking ever so slightly into her, before replacing the bite with a suckling kiss, squeezing her rump once more.

 

[Lady Bloody Ava]

Her brother was the knight of all knights. Silently, she dared the all talk and no show Lyceus to push the wrong button with her beloved and to see that arrogant light in his eyes snuffed out. The Lady's rather alluring eyes , however, paid their eldest brother no mind and drank in the sight of her better half with his tightening embrace stoking the fire burning within. To see his sister completely smitten with Aeren had to be a stomach churning sight that sent their kin to walk off in a visibly dour mood, no doubt to drain the nearest pretty face that he could find and filling the empty void in his bed with the warmth of various puppets. Even hearing their sister's euphoric outcry as she was swept off of her feet and into his younger brother's arms had him silently seething with anger. Slender fingers softly caressed at her captor's cheek, as though she sought to memorize every perfect imperfection of her lover. The sight was familiar within the dark hallowed halls of their home: brother and sister as publicly enamored as a newlywed couple. His was a scent that drove her mad with yearning: the scent of sweat, blood, and pure virility. It was such a scent that Lyceus could only hope to achieve in his dreams. Even then, he would probably die trying.

It was sad how quickly she missed his embrace as the raven hair beauty was placed upon her own two feet. Such a feeling was fleeting and swiftly erased as her breath was stolen in a heated and passionate kiss. The grip upon her backside caused her to feed her lover a moan in return amidst their kiss. In silent greed her back arched in a feeble attempt to get, if at all possible, all the more closer to the man. Soft hands slid beneath the hem of his linen shirt and slid up to the top of her warrior's sinewy back where her nails sunk into the first layer of his flesh and slowly raked down as she relished in the pain and pleasure sending shocks down the heat of her silken sex. Oh that smile. When their lips parted she was left feeling as though Aerin had sucked all of the air out of the room and had left her none. His smile was returned and lust laden eyes nearly rolled back as her brother knew spots that could drive her wild and turn her into putty in his hands: her neck and breasts. "My night is not worth mentioning, since you were not here. " A small whimper escaped her lips as fangs met flesh and sent goosebumps to dance across every inch of her flesh. "Mm... we have all day and I can think of no better way to spend it, than welcoming you home." By now her mouth was watering. If there was one thing about the Lady that could be seen it was that she loved bringing pleasure to Aerin just as much, if not more, than she loved receiving it. "Please..." She begged with a hungry sigh..." I'm hungry for you, Aerin."

 

[Erit of Eastcris]

A laugh, soft and gentle, reverberated through his body—and by consequence, her own—as Aerin left his sister's neck, settling atop her with his hips between her legs, gazing nose-to-nose into those eyes so like his own. "Are you not always so, my pet?" His smile met her lips again, an affectionate peck, and he shifted just enough to start shedding the cloth between his chest and her, tossing the shirt aside haphazardly before his hands found her wrists, pinning her slender arms beside her head. "My sweet, beloved sister, do you not ever crave me in so sinful a manner?" He was teasing her, of course, because she had sung the answer to these questions in great detail many decades past, after they discovered how greatly she enjoyed it when his manhood filled her rear. She did that only for him, singing; beautiful and haunting melodies only he was privvy to, songs of his nightingale so forbidden yet oft taken. One of the many thousands of ways she placed him above all others, his rewards for being her favorite. He relished every bit of it.

He slid his body down against hers, holding her arms in place as his face arrived at her covered bosom and nuzzled the soft, shapely mounds. "My one and only Aeren, do you not ever crave that I take you as my own, collar and ravish you until not a thought passes your mind?" His fangs came out again, biting playfully into a breast through her bodice, before he quickly rose to his feet and took a step back. "If that is so, you are quite overdressed for the occasion, my Lady." His smile turned taunting, his eyes cast with a smoulder matched by the desire burning through his loins, daring her to stay in that dress even a second longer. It didn't matter, of course, how long she took; they had all of several days and nights ahead of them, and would take their time anyway once Aeren's initial need was sated into merely being an affectionate want.

 

[Lady Bloody Ava]

Her brother's words caused her to smile. He knew. He knew that she craved him all hours of the day and night. His kiss was sweet and tender and left her smiling afterwards. Before the seemingly young Lady got the chance to roam her hands upon the newly exposed flesh, they were seized and pinned to the plush surface of the bed. At his sweet and teasing words a soft laugh escaped her lips. The others could not compare to the person who always shared her bed. Mere foreplay with her beloved could shatter her senses and she could even leave it at that, but there was so much more to Aerin that she absolutely adored. A slowly drawn and barely audible breath was taken as the predator lowered himself to her generous bosom. "Yes, my Prince, more than ever." Words meant for Aerin and Aerin only. Yet again that sweet mix of pleasure and pain sent molten lava to course through her veins and a soft moan escaped her lips. The first of a lovely symphony to come.

Upon her elbows she sat and watched as her handsome and shirtless brother took a step back. "Let me remedy that." A wickedly sweet smiled danced upon her lips before she too stood upon her own two feet. A tug of two strings were tugged from the back of her bodice and the dress was easily shrugged off of her shoulders where it cascaded into a
black pool of fabric at her black laced heel adorned feet. All, save her sex, was bare for her partner to see. The black lace amid her thighs and her slippers were all that remained. With grace and an aching patience that came with the title of a Lady did she hook a thumb in each side of the delicate material amidst her hips and carefully moved it down the smooth skin of her legs before tossing it aside. To not pounce him took every ounce of strength, but it always made thing all the more sweeter in the end. The pale beauty stepped out of her slippers and pushed them aside with her petite feet before closing the gap between her brother and seized his lips in a quick kiss while her the peaks that adored her breasts were hard and aching in their silent ways for attention. One hand snaked itself along the skin of his side and around to his back where her nails made themselves at home once more in his flesh. The other caressed her brother's arousal through their clothed confines. As the kiss was broken her fangs skimmed his lower lip before they were separated and she took a step back against the edge of their bed. " And what of you, hm? I would gladly assist you, should you so desire." It was her turn to tease him. Though it was torture for herself as well.

 

[Erit of Eastcris]

"Me?" He chuckled, sliding a loose arm around her waist, his other hand hefting one of those supple, pliant breasts he so frequently held or rested upon. "What about me? I'm quite capable of enjoying this as I am, my dear, sweet Aeren." He crooned her name, lips to her ear, in that one special way he always did before toying with her. He certainly was eager to simply throw her to the bed and slip between her legs, but that would simply be rutting. The twins were .any things, but for all their likeness to great predator cats they were no beasts in bed, but creatures of passion and sensuality with centuries of practice. To the two, incest was an art form, lovemaking a canvas, and they were masters of the craft.

With a gentle pinch to her stiff and pert nipple, the brother slowly circled behind his mate, murmuring "Hold still" into her ear. Still holding her breast, his other hand trailed against her lower back, tracing with a feather-light touch the curve of her spine just above her butt, just light enough to make it unclear if it was real. He tugged on her nipple, rolling it gently between his fingertips, and snaked his other arm around her hips to grace the slim, soft tautness of her thigh with that same ghostly caress, fingers trailing subtly over the snow-white perfection of his twin, the porcelain beauty he knew so well from head to heel that he could paint her in his sleep.

"Good girl, Aeren." He whispered, breath tickling the back of her ear as he continued those ephemeral, barely-there touches; feeling the swell of her hip, the curve of her waist, her abdomed and sternum and the undersides of her breasts, finally releasing her nipple to do so. His hands followed an invisible trail they had charted so many times, travelling up the sides of her bosom and over her slender shoulders, down the backs of her arms and then back along her spine down to her soft and accommodating behind, then just a little further down to her hamstrings, before finally he graced the needy, dripping slit between her thighs.

"My, my~" He crooned, smirking as her torrential arousal soaked his skin, "Were you saving yourself for me all night, my love?" He chuckled again, running a single fingertip against her needy flower with that feather touch. "I'm flattered."

He finally gave her what he knew she craved, slipping a single digit into her drooling opening. "Hush." He made her, his other hand fondling that well-worn, supple rump, teasing her other hold with the tip of his thumb even as he massaged her inner walls. He let out a low, content hum of pleasure as he felt her tremble against him, and as he inserted another digit into each hope he smiled a wicked little smile, nipping at her ear. "You know the rules. Not until I tell you."

And then the real fun began, as he slowly increased the fervor and vigor of his assault on each end, eventually bringing her sensitive clitoris into the mix with his palm, stroking and massaging and caressing the knot of arousal as his fingers thrust in and out of her in sequence. With a soft little sigh as he felt her begin to fidget, worrying her lip between her teeth to stifle her moans and barely contain her mewling whimpers, he sank his fangs fully into the delicate skin of her neck with a whispered "Do it," savoring the heady, endorphin-rich taste of his sister and bride as she let out a keen, peaking squeak and tensed, her slit gushing with a rush of arousal and orgasm, before she began to want softly and mewl, arching her neck to let him better feed from her. This, he did carefully, taking only enough to savor her heady, orgasmic taste before lapping at the wound as it closed. It was taboo even among their kind, another thing only he did to her, and vaguely akin to the drinking of breast milk all at once. He nuzzled her cheek gentle as he continued, idly, to pleasure her with his hands, rocking her body with smaller and much less intense climaxes every so often, softly murmuring "Good girl, Aeren" every time she whimpered and shivered and peaked, never quite letting her catch her breath for perhaps a dozen minutes before he flicked his tongue against his fingers after withdrawing them, smirking at the sheer density of fluid coating them.

"Well, then. I believe now's the appropriate time to take you up on that offer, my insatiable Princess."

 

[Lady Bloody Ava]

Aeren could be a notorious tease, and it was one of many reasons why she loved him so. That lower lip trapped between her pearly white teeth slid free and welcomed a wickedly sensual smile. Despite their lengthy lives and time spent together, the twins never grew bored of one another. She knew what her Prince had in store for her and heeded his words with obedience. To say that she was drenched would have been a massive understatement. The tweaking of her nipples sent shocks straight to her aching sex. The feather like touch left lava in its wake. The satin skinned beauty had problems remembering to breathe at her brother's tantalizing touch. The warmth of his breath licked at the flesh of her ear as he spoke his sweet praise. A smile tugged at the corner of soft kissable lips as his hands ventured the terrain of her body. As that hand showed attention to her glistening sex a heady sigh was ripped from her lungs.

"Aerin, yes....." Voluptuous breasts rose and fell with each deep breath as her sex finally felt her lover grace slick walls with an invasive digit. Upon being told to hush, her lower lip trapped itself once more. Steady breaths were taken, but the Lady still quivered from within. A tension built within the center of her being and continued to build and build until Aerin gave her permission to finally shatter into pieces. Sweet pleasure laced with a ting of piercing pain. It was pure Nirvana. Not once was she given a moment to collect herself. Her knees began to grow weak right as her lover removed his fingers from her drenched sex.

With one step back she fell onto the soft surface of their bed held up by her hands as she leaned back, legs parted and tingling breasts rising and falling with each much needed breath. With a lick of her lips, Aeren was back upon her own two feet and before her brother once more. "Insatiable indeed, my love." A tongue tying kiss was seized from those smooth talking lips as hands deftly removed the linen left between her and a treat that she couldn't get enough of. Lips parted for some much needed air when soft fingers gingerly wrapped themselves are a marble hard length that took the girl's breath away. "Come, relax." She whispered and crawled upon the soft black surface of their bed on all fours. No Laccetta, not even their father, worked as hard as Aerin and that is another reasoned that she loved to pamper him.

It broke her heart every time he was ordered to leave the walls of their home to fight some unnecessary war. It was often she enjoyed watching him lay back, hands behind his head as she was free to shower him in affection, just like now. When comfortable and laid out upon the bed like a feast before a lioness, she straddled his waist and savored a another sweet kiss from his lips before peppering a trail from cheek, to jaw, slowly down his torso where teeth and tongue dragged along until she reached her desired destination. Warm breath caressed at the arched helm of a marble hard length that ruined her for other men. The pale skinned princess licked him from the base and clear to the arched tip before inch after seemingly endless inch disappeared past her lips and made itself home within the snug confines of her gullet. Between tending to three men, it was no surprise that she lacked a gag reflex. A satisfied moan sent vibrations to dance along the length buried past her lips before. The actions alone had her realizing that she was dripping wet for him.

With Aerin's guidance she was just as manipulative without words. Deeper, harder, faster, slower...with a handful of hair she could be easily wielded. Even in this position hungry muffled moans sounded from her. One hand steadied her upon the bed while the other teased at her slick wet delta, building up tension once more. To feel her brother empty his seed into her was the goal and to shutter with another release of her own. This was only the beginning. Every orifice would be claimed before she would continue to seek solace in his embrace in an unconscious realm.