“Lycan?…well that would explain your eye changes.”
Moments play in Alcina’s mind, moments whenever she noticed a sudden shift in her small companion. Passion would suddenly cloud your eyes as beast overcame human. An impression was made whenever you gave into your true nature. Seconds were more than enough for the creature inside you.
The vampire recalls how sure your voice sounded as you told grown men of how you welcomed corruption over humanity. The message alone left them gawking but what sent a chill down their spine was the vicious aura that overcame you. No longer was a helpless human addressing them but the very thing they hunted. Something that happily embraced the touch of darkness over the safety of the sun. A vessel that looked like them but was filled by their greatest fear, the unknown.
And then there was every moment whenever you were intimate with the matriarch. The smallest flame flickers within the vampire as she remembers you suddenly crashing your lips against hers with little warning. As easy as it would be to thank the beast for that, she knows what fuels it is your own dominating desires.
[…..have I only seen snippets of her flame…could there be more buried beneath there.] Alcina’s mind wanders back to your interaction from the night before.
The matriarch clears her throat in an attempt to deter her now rising arousal.
You’re instantly struck by how quickly the vampire accepts the reveal while simultaneously processing her own statement.
“My eyes have been changing?” You slightly lean back as both of you sit against the edge of the bed. Your bodies face each other as you relax against the plush comforter. Honesty naturally flows as you openly discuss the news. No judgement can be found in either of you.
Alcina tries her best to answer. “Indeed, they’ve changed on numerous occasions now. I assumed you were unaware of it yourself and it turns out I was correct. Before telling you, I was hoping to get in touch with a few contacts, hoping one of them could shed some light on the situation before I pointed it out.”
A small smile appears on your face.
Alcina looks at her hands as she continues, “I promise I was going to tell you..I just didn’t want to spring anything on you without being able to help”. She fiddles with her fingers. Wearing a slight look of guilt from her omission.
*[she’s going to ha-]*
“I knew you were, It’s quite alright, Alcina. Plus, now we know.”
*[she’s going to ha-]*
The vampire’s mind relaxes as you reassure her, you give her hand a squeeze to support your statement. You catch the ends of her mouth lift up in response to your warm energy. You attempt to lift her spirits further.
“Now, how did they change exactly? Were they slits like that of a cat?” You animatedly tap the corners of your eyes.”
“Perhaps they doubled in size! No wait! Were they gold like yours!?” You excitedly exclaim with a small hop against the bed. The air becomes light as you shift the mood. Your excitement is genuine as you jump at the idea of having eyes as piercing as the matriarch’s.
[you could be half eldritch beast and you would still be you]
The vampire warmly chuckles as she gently takes your hands into hers. “Firstly, they glow a rich red… like crimson. Secondly, in my experience lycans are less cat-like and more of the canine variety. That being said, I suppose you could say lycans and vampires both share a supernatural nature.” She says deciding to play along with your humour.
Once again reminded of how you easy you made it for her to escape her darkness. You always seem to light her life without even trying. Little did the vampire know that this was equally a dual effort. Light didn’t come solely from you, it came from every interaction you had with each other. You were both getting braver in your affections, open to loving what the other had to offer, darkness and all.
Your smile grows larger as a realization dawns on you.
“We’re not so different, you and I…I mean, I may not be close to eight feet in stature-“
[it’s well past nine, my sweet]
“But we still harbor natures that are beyond just human I suppose.” You finish sounding a bit unsure as you’re nervous such a statement may strike something within the vampire. Anxiety fills you as you just remember how Alcina has been targeted for her nature. The thing you’re celebrating may very well be something she wishes to overlook.
Your statement makes the matriarch’s heart swell. She places a small kiss to your hands as she brings them to her face. Overcome by how much the weight your message means to her.
[there is no longer just me, there is now us.]
Her soft voice breaks you from your fears. “ You’re right. We’re not, my love. Did Vera tell you anything else?”
You feel reassured as your heart skips a beat, still effected whenever she referred to you as “her love”.
(and you are mine just the same.)
You try your best to answer her as you feel warm and comforted.
“She doesn’t know much since apparently all hybrids will differ. But she assumes I’ll be physically stronger and more resilient whenever I give into my lycan nature.”
Alcina raises an eyebrow at your response, a playful expression emerges on her face. This alone shifts the energy once again, energy akin to when the beast previously appeared.
“More resilient, well I suppose that explains last night. You seemed quite welcoming of my fangs against your skin, my sweet.” You feel yourself gulp at her insinuation. Your mouth is suddenly dry.
(gods.)
“I suppose last night proves you’re free to bite as hard as you’d like.” You say attempting to come off more confident than you feel. A haze fills your mind as you still feel like prey under her gaze. You hope Vera will teach you how to bring out the beast sooner rather than later, wishing it could take control in this very moment. The matriarch’s energy easily dominates yours.
Weight shifts along the bed as the vampire leans in, invading your personal space. Regardless of how powerful you may end up being, it means nothing under Alcina’s gaze. Her voice comes out low and seductive.
“Oh darling, I can bite much harder than that.” The vampire runs her tongue over her lips as she looks down at you through hooded eyes. Confidence and desire cover her face as she looks at you with hunger. The vampire bites her lip before leaning in to capture your lips. You naturally wrap your arms over her as she takes you.
(show me then.)
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“Lycan? Well, I suppose that explains a lot.” Alessia says while bookmarking a page with a finger, the redhead leans against a wall within the large kitchen. Bright light shines into the space through impressive windows as the women start their day. Naturally discussing the latest reveal amongst themselves. The siblings have gotten used to their mother and her companion “sleeping in” a bit before they joined them.
“Our world just keeps getting more bizarre by the day and that’s saying something.” The brunette says while moving food around in a hot skillet. She expertly sprinkles in various spices to the dish. Knowing her elder sister welcomed as much heat as “humanly” possible.
Their younger sister crudely downs a pitcher of red liquid before speaking. Her gulps accompany the pan’s loud sizzles. “ What do we call her now? H-hu.hu….l-ly…can hu..hy..hu..hyman?”
Lena instantly coughs to cover up her sudden snickers. Daniela squints her eyes as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, perplexed by the sudden reaction. The brunette bites her tongue as she stirs the yolks quicker. (It’s too easy, Lena. For once, let’s show some restraint)
The yolk stirring only becomes more virous as the brunette freely teases within her mind.
Alessia speaks, hoping to spare her sister the embarrassment of a biology lesson. “…..let’s think of something else.” (I see someone hasn’t taken advantage of our expansive library…)
Daniela’s eyebrows furrow as she fails to understand the sudden awkward energy. Neither of her sisters will meet her gaze as she looks for an answer between the women.
“Okay, werehuman then.” The blonde suggests confidently as she crosses her arms. Shamelessly choosing to ignore her sisters’ reaction to her previous comment.
enticing aromas fill the space, communicating breakfast was finally ready.
Lena carefully plates the food over the kitchen isle as she corrects the blonde, “she’s a lycan, not a werewolf.” The vampire goes to grab the brilliant silverware the family used on the daily, their value reflected in their weight and shine.
“Ughh what’s the difference!? They’re both wolves aren’t they.” Daniela responses irritably, having no patience for semantics. The blonde quickly forgets her annoyance as she eyes the food before her. Daniela picks the omelette off her plate with a bare hand, lowering it into her mouth at the chef’s chagrin. The vampire releases loud sounds of satisfaction as she reaches for more.
“Lycans can control when they shift, werewolves can not.” The redhead answers without looking up from her book. The brunette smacks the blonde’s hand before she can reach for more food, her sister responds with a low growl. Lena hands her a plate which the blonde begrudgingly accepts.
The women stop their conversation as they hear approaching steps.