⚜️What Is Dead May Never Die (But Rises…)III
Caius still had to sweep up his grandparents’ aftermath from days ago. Bunic and Bunica reunited, but the village knew it had been ugly. Pottery vases were broken on the foyer’s mosaic floor. Portraits hung askew that he straightened.
Bunica cared less about her husband being a werewolf than abandoning them after escape from war. She clenched his hand lovingly as Caius came into the bedroom.
Bunicu grinned, just like him. “Yes, grandson?”
“Anica and Inara are here. The village knows?” Caius clarified. He mainly was anxious to see...their kiss drove him mad. Bunica cackled nosily.
“This Inara must be a prize to behold. Your thoughts echo so loudly the entire house can hear them,” she hounded Caius.
He would better guard his thoughts then.
Startled shouts emanated from Brasov’s eastern gate. Caius rolled his eyes.
“I told them Lycans would be here.”
Anica and Inara hustled past aggressive townsfolk and onlookers, though most weren’t fazed at all.
“Good to see you made it, my friends.”
These settlements were never fully vampire or Lycan in any era. Newer sentiment felt less affiliation however.
“What are Lycans doing here?” Vlad growled defensively as the duo said their salutations. Anica handed him her coat and assorted blades.
“Trust me now, Vladimir?” She tested, one red eyebrow perching higher. He bit his lip.
Anica and Vlad throw hard glimpses when they think Caius and Inara aren’t looking.
Bunic and Bunica interrupted, the only time the constable saw the Cossack blush.
“To the study?” The Baluta dowager gestured them into its vaulted elder wood walls. Caius climbed Besenyo’s pillars to this day. Something magical resonated here.
“Our militia matches the Ottoman’s top 20 generals. Each village can combine their numbers with our own, the willing will fight. That is the optimal choice,” Bunicu provided context. Anica, Caius and Inara could accept this bitter reality more than Bunica and Vlad.
“These are our people. We cannot just ship them off, or train them to defeat the biggest force Transylvania has ever seen. But our other choice?...” Grandmother was gobsmacked.
Vlad swallowed. He paced to and fro before the battle map. “What’s the least optimal? How long till we face them?” Younger sibling deliberated.
Caius folded his arms. Inara gently educated his younger sibling.
“The least is no one volunteers and we’re underprepared for their march into Covasna or Faget now. Elder Baluta knows,” the Lycan duchess agreed. ”Fended capture to get this intel.”
“They’re advancing beyond expectation with those traitors’ help,” Bunicu despaired. “Without the fractured order, this wouldn’t have happened. We must do something and cannot rest until it has been done.”
Bunica caressed his weary head. “We will let the young ones choose. This IS their future, as much as ours. They have good minds. Anica, Inara, Caius?” She inclined her violet eyes trustfully to them.
“I believe,” Anica weighed the options assertively, “we make it clear what is lost from playing neutrally. We provide mutual aid anyway, but communities have to face war. Now. Each of our militia learned that lesson the hard way.”
Vlad regarded her compassionately. “You’re here to save us from going the same route. Oh I’m sorry, Anica, for such coarseness. I know what to do. I’ll fight if Bunica allows. I’ll train more with you all,” he pleaded as the Cossack sabre-slayer lovingly cast her violet-red eyes in Vladu’s direction.
Caius agreeably clasped hands. Bunicu nodded.
“Be safe. But be strong. Inara, train with them, daughter. You can stay with us. Anica, you too.”
The Baluta grandparents smirk at such easy matchmaking. Two phoenixes with one stone. It is partially their fault then when Caius tiptoes past Anica’s freak-fest in Vladimir’s room three weeks later. Bunica and Bunic embarked on their campaign for the four villages rapidly to save time.
Vlad’s training trousers pooled around his ankles (vampires perceived much in milliseconds) in front of his dresser. Anica bent over the marble enthusiastically. “Oh, Vladu, do that thing again?”
“I’m supposed to be lookin’ after you,” he panted affectionately. “I AM doing that...thing, Lycan love.” Undone, wavy red mess parted prettily around a choked neck. Her leg was quickly repositioned onto the rattling surface. Utter heaven burst from her corset.
“Have me,” Anica coaxed in rough Cossack-Romanian. “Striiigoi.” Caius knew her flexibility wasn’t only from fighting. The nevoia. He hadn’t expected this. Caius also did not anticipate for Inara‘s similar thoughts tonight.
Yet she knelt serenely on his duvet, patiently waiting after a slight disagreement. Caius hadn’t told Inara that Elena and Irini stayed here when they were not training together. He saw no reason to be upset till realizing: Inara was envious, as his heart may be in the same scenario. Lovers had mysterious ways.
Fate removed most obstacles to their union tonight. She shimmied sexily and Caius’ mouth watered. She turned him on with all her fighting robes. Dirt, sweat, it didn’t matter. There was rugged grace to Inara. This would take time. He liked that.
“Caius...” she licked pouty, primrose lips and the silk nightgown fell past Inara’s back. Maybe not so much time. Caius devaporized behind her. He had to feel now, must. Oh, she was incredible, all toned limbs, smiles and freckled cheeks. Ochre danced in hooded yellow eyes as they held each other.
“You have been tempting, plotting, testing me, Inara. All the time. You must feel it?” He growled upon her pierced ear. Lust coiled within Caius, surging uncontrollably and springing loose.
Inara leaned into him faux-innocently. “You say it isn’t just the nevoia? Your kind’s needing time?”
Caius pulled her hair not-so-gently so that Inara could kiss him deeply. “I know it isn’t.” Lust buzzes like electricity. “Let me show you how I feel, Inara. This isn’t just about how you look. I need to know where this goes, darling. I...I gotta know.”
Turkic eyes squint as if every part of her were unreal. Inara loved to play cards closely and quickly, but Caius shifted her out of the silken nightrobe. Lips entangled like they were prepared for a long night.
Will he forget when we go to war? Inara worried even throughout his adamant reassurances, kissing every inch. Am I just like the rest?
No, he reminded the lovely Lycan mentally. None of you are, not you, gülüm (rose in Turkish). Never.
“You reign my every thought. Bunica tires of how much I can’t stop thinking about—INARA!” Caius confessed wildly when they halted his kiss. “Inara, wow.” She undressed partially, further. Heaven crafted her in its image and never had he felt so riled in all his years. Less silk, more skin.
Minute, painful scars marked Inara’s gorgeous body and told him of the warrior she had been. Her thicker thighs spread to a heart-quickening degree. Come.
He was never a skilled mathematician. Caius knew this equation yielded exponential gains for them though, so obeyed her. Anica’s beautiful voice ricocheted sultrily from the corridor, pleading cries and harsh smacks.
“Damn, Vlad, staiii (stoppp)…I can’t believe it! Oof!”
Inara’s eyebrow quirked, and she leaned seductively toward the duvet. Wet tributaries coated Inara’s inner legs even if she were too shy to show him for long. Caius felt indescribable thirst, weighing like ship anchors in soft earth.
He caressed blushing cheeks and kissed each shoulder.
“Sen çok güzelsin (You are so beautiful), Inara aşkim (my darling). I don’t deserve you,” whispered the constable. Why had he never been this humble till now, in all his years? Inara belied timid freakiness as thigh gracefully uncrossed the other.
“Yes, you do. At least, seni istiyorum (I want you). So much,” she breathed upon his chest as Caius enveloped Inara in a loving promise for lustier pursuits. Her back comfortably, slowly met fur sheets as his black robes were hurriedly discarded. And they were now nude together. A black, lustrous ponytail contrasted such a memorable and inquisitive face. Desire made Lycan eyes two sensual, psychic portals. Caius drowned to stare.
And yet he barely touched her, since trembling digits lacked the confidence. Inara’s lower lips glinted like polished gemstones: the most irresistible diamonds on Earth. Caius hungered past restraint in a half-second.
“May I?” the mastare inquired voraciously. “Please, I have to taste.”
“Yes, Caius,” Inara squeaked uncharacteristically. Or perhaps this WAS her true self in such passionate situations. They were prone to switching...oh, he would enjoy this night. Claws tentatively mapped his Lycan lover, and caught her ample bottom firmly in each hand. Inara naughtily wriggled closer to Caius. He dined so adamantly between pliant thighs. Loud suckling saturated her ears. She convulsed in a glorious arch, the Baluta lord laughed while bringing her down again.
“Let me eat, Inara. Right now, darling. You’re strong! I can’t fight you!”
Caius gently d****d Inara’s wobbly knees on his shoulders and moaned gratefully, she gave him everything he ever wanted. Then the pair exchanged gazes. They felt a force beyond expectation. Inara’s claw intertwined with his own. He winked, feasted lovingly on the Nobili warrior like this had always been them, ever synchronized.
“Unde (where)? My hands here? Like this?” Deft, sure fingers dragged over Inara’s ever-undulating waist. He spanked roughly throughout their oral rendezvous.
“Fuck,” Caius growled as a muffled mess, still obsessed about Inara’s taste and growing appreciation for nibbles. “Oh fuck, Inara, you—mmhmmmm.”
She could barely keep her languages in coherent strings anymore, the male knew how to make a Lycan happy.
“How do you know?” She breathed incredulously. Pleasure threatened to jolt her apart; stillness was just not possible under his attentions. Only a hard intimacy persuaded Inara otherwise. Caius kissed her clit and pressed her into the mattress mindfully. His ancient bed shook from Inara’s yearning.
“You’ve been waiting too, hmmm?” The mage mumbled impatiently as his fanged mouth relocated to her sides, stomach then Inara’s peaked nipples. They sparkled in saliva and shared sweat. He forgot the initial introduction of their first time but vivid details remain today, 140 years later. She howled as a wolf and Caius claimed her neck in the typical vampiric mating style.
You could not help it with a partner so tempting. Inara made her own mark: clear, viscous tendrils of climax that forfeited all pretense. Both of her legs vulnerably, immovably were hooked on his forearms. He was deep.
“Oh my GOD, INARA!? Are you k**ding me? Mmmm!”
She moaned for mercy that did not come. Sharp incisors withdrew, and he earned her pleasure in every thrust. Inara wailed for a position switch: doggy-style.
Caius obeyed gladly. This was his ideal woman. He would grant whatever request darling Inara had. Oh, wow, she was flexible. Inara spun herself into place with him and all. Goddamn.
“If I told you I didn’t care for you, it would be farce,” Caius tried to speak over unbelievably loud sex, at this point Vlad and Anica were 100% more aroused from hearing them, orgasming quite shamelessly).
“If I told you, FUCK—that I need—“
Inara salaciously gripped the sheets and bit them while slamming backward. She needed him too, but did not want that door open just yet to love. “Oh, CAIUS, wow!”
Inara’s wetness engulfed him wholly. Caius once more gripped her swaying ponytail and gave an adoring kiss, fully saddled and near the end.
“If I told you I feel like...LIKE-uuuuh, draga (darling), you just don’t know! Neither do I.”
They fucked in comparable silence, and by then only slippery cream and appreciative groans could interrupt.
Anica fell asleep with Vlad sometime after their night.
Bunica cared less about her husband being a werewolf than abandoning them after escape from war. She clenched his hand lovingly as Caius came into the bedroom.
Bunicu grinned, just like him. “Yes, grandson?”
“Anica and Inara are here. The village knows?” Caius clarified. He mainly was anxious to see...their kiss drove him mad. Bunica cackled nosily.
“This Inara must be a prize to behold. Your thoughts echo so loudly the entire house can hear them,” she hounded Caius.
He would better guard his thoughts then.
Startled shouts emanated from Brasov’s eastern gate. Caius rolled his eyes.
“I told them Lycans would be here.”
Anica and Inara hustled past aggressive townsfolk and onlookers, though most weren’t fazed at all.
“Good to see you made it, my friends.”
These settlements were never fully vampire or Lycan in any era. Newer sentiment felt less affiliation however.
“What are Lycans doing here?” Vlad growled defensively as the duo said their salutations. Anica handed him her coat and assorted blades.
“Trust me now, Vladimir?” She tested, one red eyebrow perching higher. He bit his lip.
Anica and Vlad throw hard glimpses when they think Caius and Inara aren’t looking.
Bunic and Bunica interrupted, the only time the constable saw the Cossack blush.
“To the study?” The Baluta dowager gestured them into its vaulted elder wood walls. Caius climbed Besenyo’s pillars to this day. Something magical resonated here.
“Our militia matches the Ottoman’s top 20 generals. Each village can combine their numbers with our own, the willing will fight. That is the optimal choice,” Bunicu provided context. Anica, Caius and Inara could accept this bitter reality more than Bunica and Vlad.
“These are our people. We cannot just ship them off, or train them to defeat the biggest force Transylvania has ever seen. But our other choice?...” Grandmother was gobsmacked.
Vlad swallowed. He paced to and fro before the battle map. “What’s the least optimal? How long till we face them?” Younger sibling deliberated.
Caius folded his arms. Inara gently educated his younger sibling.
“The least is no one volunteers and we’re underprepared for their march into Covasna or Faget now. Elder Baluta knows,” the Lycan duchess agreed. ”Fended capture to get this intel.”
“They’re advancing beyond expectation with those traitors’ help,” Bunicu despaired. “Without the fractured order, this wouldn’t have happened. We must do something and cannot rest until it has been done.”
Bunica caressed his weary head. “We will let the young ones choose. This IS their future, as much as ours. They have good minds. Anica, Inara, Caius?” She inclined her violet eyes trustfully to them.
“I believe,” Anica weighed the options assertively, “we make it clear what is lost from playing neutrally. We provide mutual aid anyway, but communities have to face war. Now. Each of our militia learned that lesson the hard way.”
Vlad regarded her compassionately. “You’re here to save us from going the same route. Oh I’m sorry, Anica, for such coarseness. I know what to do. I’ll fight if Bunica allows. I’ll train more with you all,” he pleaded as the Cossack sabre-slayer lovingly cast her violet-red eyes in Vladu’s direction.
Caius agreeably clasped hands. Bunicu nodded.
“Be safe. But be strong. Inara, train with them, daughter. You can stay with us. Anica, you too.”
The Baluta grandparents smirk at such easy matchmaking. Two phoenixes with one stone. It is partially their fault then when Caius tiptoes past Anica’s freak-fest in Vladimir’s room three weeks later. Bunica and Bunic embarked on their campaign for the four villages rapidly to save time.
Vlad’s training trousers pooled around his ankles (vampires perceived much in milliseconds) in front of his dresser. Anica bent over the marble enthusiastically. “Oh, Vladu, do that thing again?”
“I’m supposed to be lookin’ after you,” he panted affectionately. “I AM doing that...thing, Lycan love.” Undone, wavy red mess parted prettily around a choked neck. Her leg was quickly repositioned onto the rattling surface. Utter heaven burst from her corset.
“Have me,” Anica coaxed in rough Cossack-Romanian. “Striiigoi.” Caius knew her flexibility wasn’t only from fighting. The nevoia. He hadn’t expected this. Caius also did not anticipate for Inara‘s similar thoughts tonight.
Yet she knelt serenely on his duvet, patiently waiting after a slight disagreement. Caius hadn’t told Inara that Elena and Irini stayed here when they were not training together. He saw no reason to be upset till realizing: Inara was envious, as his heart may be in the same scenario. Lovers had mysterious ways.
Fate removed most obstacles to their union tonight. She shimmied sexily and Caius’ mouth watered. She turned him on with all her fighting robes. Dirt, sweat, it didn’t matter. There was rugged grace to Inara. This would take time. He liked that.
“Caius...” she licked pouty, primrose lips and the silk nightgown fell past Inara’s back. Maybe not so much time. Caius devaporized behind her. He had to feel now, must. Oh, she was incredible, all toned limbs, smiles and freckled cheeks. Ochre danced in hooded yellow eyes as they held each other.
“You have been tempting, plotting, testing me, Inara. All the time. You must feel it?” He growled upon her pierced ear. Lust coiled within Caius, surging uncontrollably and springing loose.
Inara leaned into him faux-innocently. “You say it isn’t just the nevoia? Your kind’s needing time?”
Caius pulled her hair not-so-gently so that Inara could kiss him deeply. “I know it isn’t.” Lust buzzes like electricity. “Let me show you how I feel, Inara. This isn’t just about how you look. I need to know where this goes, darling. I...I gotta know.”
Turkic eyes squint as if every part of her were unreal. Inara loved to play cards closely and quickly, but Caius shifted her out of the silken nightrobe. Lips entangled like they were prepared for a long night.
Will he forget when we go to war? Inara worried even throughout his adamant reassurances, kissing every inch. Am I just like the rest?
No, he reminded the lovely Lycan mentally. None of you are, not you, gülüm (rose in Turkish). Never.
“You reign my every thought. Bunica tires of how much I can’t stop thinking about—INARA!” Caius confessed wildly when they halted his kiss. “Inara, wow.” She undressed partially, further. Heaven crafted her in its image and never had he felt so riled in all his years. Less silk, more skin.
Minute, painful scars marked Inara’s gorgeous body and told him of the warrior she had been. Her thicker thighs spread to a heart-quickening degree. Come.
He was never a skilled mathematician. Caius knew this equation yielded exponential gains for them though, so obeyed her. Anica’s beautiful voice ricocheted sultrily from the corridor, pleading cries and harsh smacks.
“Damn, Vlad, staiii (stoppp)…I can’t believe it! Oof!”
Inara’s eyebrow quirked, and she leaned seductively toward the duvet. Wet tributaries coated Inara’s inner legs even if she were too shy to show him for long. Caius felt indescribable thirst, weighing like ship anchors in soft earth.
He caressed blushing cheeks and kissed each shoulder.
“Sen çok güzelsin (You are so beautiful), Inara aşkim (my darling). I don’t deserve you,” whispered the constable. Why had he never been this humble till now, in all his years? Inara belied timid freakiness as thigh gracefully uncrossed the other.
“Yes, you do. At least, seni istiyorum (I want you). So much,” she breathed upon his chest as Caius enveloped Inara in a loving promise for lustier pursuits. Her back comfortably, slowly met fur sheets as his black robes were hurriedly discarded. And they were now nude together. A black, lustrous ponytail contrasted such a memorable and inquisitive face. Desire made Lycan eyes two sensual, psychic portals. Caius drowned to stare.
And yet he barely touched her, since trembling digits lacked the confidence. Inara’s lower lips glinted like polished gemstones: the most irresistible diamonds on Earth. Caius hungered past restraint in a half-second.
“May I?” the mastare inquired voraciously. “Please, I have to taste.”
“Yes, Caius,” Inara squeaked uncharacteristically. Or perhaps this WAS her true self in such passionate situations. They were prone to switching...oh, he would enjoy this night. Claws tentatively mapped his Lycan lover, and caught her ample bottom firmly in each hand. Inara naughtily wriggled closer to Caius. He dined so adamantly between pliant thighs. Loud suckling saturated her ears. She convulsed in a glorious arch, the Baluta lord laughed while bringing her down again.
“Let me eat, Inara. Right now, darling. You’re strong! I can’t fight you!”
Caius gently d****d Inara’s wobbly knees on his shoulders and moaned gratefully, she gave him everything he ever wanted. Then the pair exchanged gazes. They felt a force beyond expectation. Inara’s claw intertwined with his own. He winked, feasted lovingly on the Nobili warrior like this had always been them, ever synchronized.
“Unde (where)? My hands here? Like this?” Deft, sure fingers dragged over Inara’s ever-undulating waist. He spanked roughly throughout their oral rendezvous.
“Fuck,” Caius growled as a muffled mess, still obsessed about Inara’s taste and growing appreciation for nibbles. “Oh fuck, Inara, you—mmhmmmm.”
She could barely keep her languages in coherent strings anymore, the male knew how to make a Lycan happy.
“How do you know?” She breathed incredulously. Pleasure threatened to jolt her apart; stillness was just not possible under his attentions. Only a hard intimacy persuaded Inara otherwise. Caius kissed her clit and pressed her into the mattress mindfully. His ancient bed shook from Inara’s yearning.
“You’ve been waiting too, hmmm?” The mage mumbled impatiently as his fanged mouth relocated to her sides, stomach then Inara’s peaked nipples. They sparkled in saliva and shared sweat. He forgot the initial introduction of their first time but vivid details remain today, 140 years later. She howled as a wolf and Caius claimed her neck in the typical vampiric mating style.
You could not help it with a partner so tempting. Inara made her own mark: clear, viscous tendrils of climax that forfeited all pretense. Both of her legs vulnerably, immovably were hooked on his forearms. He was deep.
“Oh my GOD, INARA!? Are you k**ding me? Mmmm!”
She moaned for mercy that did not come. Sharp incisors withdrew, and he earned her pleasure in every thrust. Inara wailed for a position switch: doggy-style.
Caius obeyed gladly. This was his ideal woman. He would grant whatever request darling Inara had. Oh, wow, she was flexible. Inara spun herself into place with him and all. Goddamn.
“If I told you I didn’t care for you, it would be farce,” Caius tried to speak over unbelievably loud sex, at this point Vlad and Anica were 100% more aroused from hearing them, orgasming quite shamelessly).
“If I told you, FUCK—that I need—“
Inara salaciously gripped the sheets and bit them while slamming backward. She needed him too, but did not want that door open just yet to love. “Oh, CAIUS, wow!”
Inara’s wetness engulfed him wholly. Caius once more gripped her swaying ponytail and gave an adoring kiss, fully saddled and near the end.
“If I told you I feel like...LIKE-uuuuh, draga (darling), you just don’t know! Neither do I.”
They fucked in comparable silence, and by then only slippery cream and appreciative groans could interrupt.
Anica fell asleep with Vlad sometime after their night.
1 year ago