Russia
Moscow
Грановитая Палата, Granovitaya Palata, Palace of Facets
Present times
| Third person's POV |
"Princess", Vlad Tepes purred as he stroke the goddess' daughter's cheek. When had the last time been this magnificent creature had sought his presence? "What honour do I have to receive you in my humble home?"
"I was merely curious, Sire", Amaryllis brushed his hand fondly. "You look well-fed. I was surprised to hear you are staying here instead of Ostankino Palace."
"You flatter me", the Count shot an all too rare smile at the half goddess, inhaling her scent deeply. Spring grass after a rain shower, one of his favourite smells. "I have just fed from the finest smelling witch in the village. Alas, I would have prefered Ostankino but Putin is currently occupying it."
Ah, the young woman of the village closeby to Moskva, who had smelled similarly to this sight. He had not fed from Amaryllis in a long time, which had obly made him more ravenous.
"Maria Adameșteanu?", Amaryllis floated by the open arm of the wearth which guided her to the couch. How many nights had she spent here with him? She had long lost count.
"Close, I've had her last week. Only got more beautiful screaming like a banshee", his Highness motioned for the guards to close the doors behind them, in a good mood reminicing that memory. The taste of fear had just spiced her blood up even more. "Do you remember Iona?", he inquired further as he sat next to her. Their legs touched. Enough with the formalities.
"Ah her sister!", Amaryllis laid a hand on his. "How could I have forgotten when the mere sight of her made you growl!"
"Still, she is not the witch to make me come alive", the Count lifted her hand to his lips. "You look astonishing, draga mea." Pale lips kissed her knuckles, each a long kiss the Count visible enjoyed giving.
Once he kissed the flesh of her hand, Amaryllis stroke his cheek, crooking her head, her eyes soft. "And you are dashing as always, Vladimir."
"Such words out of anybody's mouth would not flatter me, alas yours ...", the Count scanned the Priestess slowly, his eyes stopping at her lips. "Lay with me", the Count purred, approaching the stunning woman with fire in his eyes. "It has been far too long, my huntress."
"I have not come for you, my love", Amaryllis pressed a soft kiss onto the Palestinian nose of the Count to soften her words. Romanian herritage, what a dumb joke of the humans. All because of his pale skin.
"No?", the Count ran his hand under her skirt. Amaryllis felt the bottomless lust the manjasang bore for her, which only excited her more. But she wasn't here for his loving and lusty touches. Moments later long kisses trailed down the Priestess' neck, his hands stroking her hips lovingly. "Aradia ... how I have craved your flesh", he snarled, his hands moving up.
"Vladimir", the Priestess retreated her head and placed a hand over his mouth to stop his advances, or else she could not resist him, much less think straight. Tepes continued kissing her hand enjoyably.
"What happened to Mary Southeil?"
The kisses stopped - and a bitter expression filled his.
Ruined his mood, Amaryllis thought to herself as he straightened and retreated his hands. "Be more specific."
"Since when does she use black magic?"
"She used it against Daniel Brandt. Before that she showed me the arrow that would be his undoing", Vladimir leaned against the couch and cleared his throat. He had remembered the scent from the day she had come a second time, then recalled it smelling Daniel's corpse. "I take it you have heard of Amelie?"
Amaryllis couldn't help but to roll her eyes before she nudged closer to the Count. She rested into his side, leaning her head onto his arm. "I am aware of that fight, yes. Mother ordered her to shoot."
"In that regard she is a true Southeil pawn of Lady Diana. And you were aware of Baldwin and her."
She caught the annoyed tone. Kissed his cheek. "You are angry with me?"
The count turned his head to his mate, cupping her face. "Stop teasing me", he snarled softly, kissing her square on the lips. Let go with a hmph, only for Amaryllis to kiss him again.
"Tell me - they fled to England?", she inquired. His fingers darted to the strings of her shirt and tugged at them. A fresh scent met his nose - she had showered before her arrival.
"From what I have been told, but I will confirm this at dinner with Elisabeth", Vladimir sighed and met Amaryllis' eyes. "I thought you weren't here to lay with me."
Amaryllis stroke his inner thigh, her fingers trailing up to his buldge. "I always lose my trail of thoughts around you. Is she safe from Stefan?"
"Don't tell me you are rooting for her?", Vlad chuckled as she now pressed kisses onto his neck. "Amaryllis, enough, the last time you wooed me like this I gave you a child."
"Maybe it is time for another one?"
"What are you plotting, sorceress?", Vladimir lowly asked, yet he still let her hand massage his buldge.
"Maybe I want to distract you from them. Maybe I want to pull the strings when it comes to her."
"What are your plans?", Vladimir leaned back and undid her shirt, exposing her pale skin and those lovely breasts in a dark red bra. Even his favourite colour. He wordlessly raised his brows at her at that.
"I think it is time Stefan retired", Amaryllis stressed with a firm squeeze that left him hard immediately. "And I see a prosperous future in her."
"If she grows stronger than him, what then? If they can mate-", Vladimir was interrupted by a kiss. Determined eyes met his. "You have a plan."
"All I need is for you to trust me", Amaryllis agreed .
"I always will, my soul", he whispered and brushed her hair back. "I will let you do as you wish - under two conditions."
"I can stay for a month before my Mother asks for me", Amaryllis followed up, knowing what he would ask for "and today I am most fertile."
Vladimir smiled deeply. "It was high time for another child. Jonathan has grown up so much already ..."
"A fine child you gave me", Amaryllis voice cracked with pride. Their son was a dream come true. "And I only want more."
A deep laugh escaped the Count's lips, lust prominent in his eyes and eager touches as one thumb brushed her hips, the other her stomach. "Come, my love. I will welcome you home properly."
England
Village
Present times
| Mary's POV |
"Out, both of you. Take a long walk. We will talk later", Baldwin commanded once we reached our home.
Lysandre nodded swiftly, while the knight bowed before he followed Baldwin's, no, our, son outside.
I rubbed my head and tried to ignore the growing migraine. The coven would be hard to handle. We have a knight of his who joined us surprisingly. Lysandre called me mother. I was just confused overall with my magic.
