CARMILLA
Carmilla's eyes locked onto Lucian's, her lips inches from his. "I really should go."
Lucian's face fell, "Must you?"
She nodded, taking a step back. "Alya might be looking for me."
Lucian's gaze lingered on hers, "Can I meet you again?"
"Are you obsessed with me, Lucian?"
Lucian chuckled. "I'm just enthusiastic about getting to know you better."
Carmilla raised an eyebrow. "Well, enthusiasm only gets you so far."
Lucian's eyes crinkled. "Will you visit the garden soon?"
Carmilla shook her head. "No."
Lucian smiled, "I'll wait for you."
Carmilla's smile grew wider. "Don't"
LUCIAN
Lucian watched Carmilla leave, feeling cold, as if she'd taken all the warmth from the garden. "Or maybe she was the warmth," he thought, his chest aching.
He walked back to his horse, which lay on the ground. "Yea, yea, get up, you old thing."
The horse whined, he growled, "Come on, time to go home."
As they rode, his mind drifted to Carmilla, imagining her on her knees, his cock down her throat, her gaze locked on his, tears dripping down her cheeks
"Those eyes," he moaned into the neck of his horse, his breath ragged.
He got to the stables, seeing a figure approaching.
"I was getting worried."
Lucian shrugged, "Why? Are we married?"
Miguel's expression softened. "I'm sorry about Dad."
Lucian's jaw clenched. "Go to bed, Miguel."
Miguel asked, "Where did you go?"
Lucian replied as he led his horse inside, "Nowhere."
As they walked inside, Lucian apologized, "I'm sorry I lashed out on you."
Miguel smiled. "It's okay. Come on, Mum was asking to see you."
CARMILLA
Carmilla slipped into the house, trying not to wake Alya, but she banged her forehead on the wall and said a series of curse words. "Shit the candle must've burned out."
Alya stirred. "Who's there?"
Carmilla rubbed the sore spot on her head. "It's me. Go back to bed."
Alya slipped out of the sheets, concerned. "Where did you go?"
Carmilla responded casually, "I just went out to clear my mind."
Alya laughed, "Oh come on, tell me the truth."
Carmilla's grin persisted, "I really just took a stroll."
Alya's eyes narrowed, "Uhh huh I believe you."
Carmilla chuckled, "That's the truth."
As she undressed, Alya noticed, "You're blushing, Milla."
Carmilla rubbed her cheeks, as she climbed into bed. "It's just the sleep in your eyes."
Alya lit another candle, illuminating the room and Carmilla's flushed skin.
Alya tossed a pillow at Carmilla. "Shower, please. You're a vampire, not a corpse."
Carmilla laughed, turning in the bed and closing her eyes.
LUCIAN
Lucian and Miguel walked to Queen Myrrh's chambers. They knocked, and entered.
Lucian bent to kiss her forehead. "Hey, Mum."
Queen Myrrh frowned. "Are you just coming back home, Luke?"
Lucian replied, "Yes."
Miguel also bent to give her a kiss.
She continued, "Miguel, tell your brother how dangerous it is outside in the dark."
Lucian snorted. "Mum, he can't tell me what to do. Plus, I'm the Zeta. I'm not afraid of the dark."
Carmilla's voice echoed in his mind: "Are you afraid of the dark?"
Miguel continued, "Yes, Mum, if anything, Lucian is the danger."
Myrrh laughed. "Lucian, how's the search for the vampire going?"
Lucian drifted off, his mind returning to Carmilla's warm mouth.
"Luke, did you hear me?" Myrrh called out to him, and he snapped back, "Oh, sorry, what?"
Miguel repeated grinning, "How's the search going? That's what you were out doing, right?"
Lucian's thoughts lingered on Carmilla, his body reacting. "I'm still looking for clues."
He excused himself, faking a yawn and kissed his mother goodnight.
Miguel followed him out. "A word."
Lucian turned, and Miguel asked, "So, who is she?"
Lucian frowned. "What are you yapping about?"
Miguel gestured to Lucian's bulging erection.
"Fuck," Lucian cursed and turned toward his chambers.
Miguel laughed. "Yeah, fuck."
Lucian shut the door behind him, his gaze drifting to his cock which was rigid. It was so hard he throbbed in pain mingled with desire.
Undressing, he stepped into the cold shower hoping the icy water would wash away these thoughts.
He stood under the shower for a while until he finally relaxed. Wrapped in a towel, he padded to his bed.
He dried his body and wore shorts. He went to the mirror, combing his hair. Carmilla's image flooded his mind.
"Damn'" he muttered, his dick hardening again.
He bit the inside of his cheeks suppressing a growl. His hands went inside his shorts, palming his swollen length, he pulled out his cock and squeezed "Shit."
He closed his eyes but she was still there, he could still smell her.
His grip on his dick tightened, fingers wrapped around his swollen cock. He pushed into his palm, groaning as pleasure washed over him.
Pre cum dripped from the tip, he smeared it across the head of his dick, tracing circles with his thumb, pumping it in deep strokes.
"Fuck Carmilla," He bit back, his hips bucking into his hand.
Lucian's imagination ran wild, he wanted her lips around him, her tongue running across his skin.
His pace quickened, bucking and thrusting into his hand "fuck yes, Carmilla take it."
He imagined spanking that snow white ass and seeing it redden.
"Naughty girl," he hissed "Shit fuck I can't do this fuck."
Faster, he thrusted like a starving madman. "Carmilla, " he screamed as his head dipped back, balls tightening.
His other hand gripped the tip of his head and squeezed, he was dripping helplessly.
"Fuck I'm coming" he roared and thrusted harder.
"Fuck fuck fuck, " he grunted as stars floated in front of his eyes, his cum shooting out of cock.
Lucian's body shuddered and trembled. He collapsed on the bed panting. His chest heaved as he staggered to the bathroom to wash off.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror. "What's happening to me?"
CARMILLA
Carmilla tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Next to her, Alya slept peacefully without a care in the world.
Carmilla lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, thinking about him.
His finger in her mouth, the horrifying second she wanted to suck on it and beg him to give her more.
She sighed and shut her eyes, squeezing them to stop thinking about him, but she couldn't.
The way he looked at her, "snowflake."
She screamed internally as she remembered his strong, solid body.
She threw the sheets over her head to forget him but her body betrayed her. Heat stirred between her legs soaking her.
She kicked off the sheets, frustration etched on her face.
"Why can't I shake him off?" she thought.
Alya stirred beside her, murmuring softly.
Carmilla froze, ensuring she didn't wake her friend.
As she lay still, her thoughts drifted back to Lucian.
Carmilla's nipples tightened into pearly buds. She bit her lip, fighting the sensations coursing through her body.
Her breasts felt heavy, longing for attention.
Her hand drifted upward, Her fingers trembled, aching to touch, to relieve the tension between her legs
Lucian's face swirled in her mind.
She yielded to temptation, her hand cupping her breast.
A gentle caress, her thumb tracing circles around her nipple.
Her breath hitched, pleasure rippling through her.
Alya stirred again, and Carmilla slipped away to the bathroom.
Seated on the toilet, Carmilla's hands roamed her breasts, nipples rolling between her fingers, soft moans escaping her lips.
Her hand traveled down, one stroke sending waves of pleasure.
Carmilla moaned quietly, lifting her nipple to her mouth.
Her tongue flickered, teasing the hardened bud.
She stroked herself, friction building, driving her wild.
A finger slipped inside, her eyes shutting as she savored the sensation.
She pushed in and out, slowly at first, then faster.
Her other breast was cupped, nipple twisted, as another finger joined.
Pressure mounted, driving her to the edge.
Her hips bucked, rhythmically meeting her fingers.
Carmilla's body trembled as her climax burst through her, waves of pleasure crashing.
She cried out, her voice echoing in the bathroom.
Her hips bucked wildly, fingers still dancing as she rode it out.
As the waves subsided, Carmilla's breath slowed. "What is happening to me?"