iliana amaranth

She's habitually paradoxical, a parallel perpendicular;

That sharp surprising pain when those fangs pierced the delicate flesh of her neck was gone before it truly began. It started and ended on the same gasp. The moment the venom hit her blood stream, it was like shockwave expanded within her veins, faster than anything she had known. What was that? It felt like a vague phantom whisper in her mind. Before the thought could register, her heart beat raced from the sudden jolt. Nor did it take long for the hopeless fae to sag, with trembling legs within his secure arms, completely and truly at the vampire's mercy as he fed. All she was aware of was his mouth at her throat and that new sensation that began to build. Why could she feel it elsewhere? It felt like it should have hurt but it didn't. It felt like her skin was on fire and yet not. He didn't even need to touch her, his venom did all the work. He didn't even need to press his lips anywhere else where they sealed around his fangs. Those fangs that gave him a figurative tap to that magical blood that so tormented his kind for its exquisite and exotic flavour. This was exactly what she had been warned about. Yet she could not help but wonder if it was bad for this to feel... so good? For the life of her she could never pinpoint anything like it. Was this a true vampire's kiss? The silvery fae felt as though she was freefalling in a pleasurable dream and yet that was not all, not as the dark prince stood so close.

Every deep pull of her blood caused that sensation which still built lower in her belly pulled a helpless whimper from her lips. It was a pleading sound, a confirmation of the effect of the venom inside of her. How she felt the needed to be touched and yet it was like she was. Everywhere somehow.. Even as his hands remained at very much the same spot, to keep her secure. Her petite hands clutched at his clothing, the sounds that's left her lips sounded like they came from someone else. They were all but foreign like she was speaking another language. It was involuntary and intense before her thighs clenched and stars burst behind her eyes. She was left whimpering and panting as she rode out that new assault. How her hands wanted to touch places they hadn't before at least not in the intimate need for satisfaction.

The silvery fae wasn't sure when the dark prince had stopped feeding.. Wasn't sure when she heard the faint alarm of the forest that spread from tree to tree... or when the world finally began to settle around her as she regained some of her wits. All she could focus on once more was the delicate swirl of his tongue across the incisions he had made, the sensation made her all too sensitive body to shudder. Oh... oh dear. What did she do? Was it bad? Taboo? She felt naughty like she had broken some kind of rule and yet..... she couldn't deny how it felt. Not that she would dare speak it out loud... She peeked up toward the prince made of the darkest fairytales... who wore an expression that was all too smug and knowing. Like he knew all her most intimate secrets. Did those eyes grow lighter in hue? Or was the light playing tricks on her? They were almost black before.. before he.. her mind banned the word. Was she dying? Maybe this was her body failing her. Maybe this was it?

His light chuckle made her all too sensitive body seemed to tense at the mere sound. Oh geez. He offered nothing more than assurance like he almost found her question funny yet was too polite to bring it more attention. He claimed that she was just enjoying the sensation of his bite. Was that what caused all of.... That? Her all too sluggish mind seemed slow to put it all together. Her silver eyes widened, doe-like and stunned. So this was normal?

His grip released her and at least she could properly stand. She wanted to run and yet her body still felt so heavy. But at least she had regained her composure, if one could call it that. She all but gawked at him... her lips parted, her jaw slack. There were words there and yet no words spilled out. Did all vampires kiss like that? She wondered.

Iliana began to take a step back, raising a hand to where he had bit her.. curious if she still bled. It all felt like a fever dream. Was this even real? Even from the blood loss she could hardly help but feel her cheeks begin to burn.

Did she just do that? Or did she imagine it. But her body... it felt... unlike anything she had ever felt before. Finally, she removed her hand to look at it, surprised to see it actually clean even though the dull ache of his bite remained. She drew that same hand to her lips as if to shyly trying to hide behind something.

That lovely sound of his voice escaped his moving lips as mentioned her home... yet that other place she stayed at.. didn't offer her the same comfort. "I am safe here.... I.. know a place." She did, with stored reserves of food she had left for herself. Food she also shared with her forest friends. Oh no! Had they witnessed what she had done?

"I... Prince Sebastian.. you... um. We..Yes." She tucked her chin, vaguely aware of the bite mark upon her neck, she had backed up softly into a tree. Her lips turned upwards at the corners as she smiled bashfully.

"I um need to go..." She offered the strangest, barely a curtsy before she turned, flustered and light headed.. But she was not alone. She moved as swiftly as her heavy legs would carry her toward her cave, touching several trees as she passed them. It grounded her in a way. It wasn't until she was inside, amongst her shiny rocks and hoarded jewels that she slumped against the wall.

Woah. The young fae could not help the way her hands brushed against her still fevered flesh, as if suddenly aware of her own body in ways that she had not before. It was confusing and yet she could not help that small smile played across her face. The mark on her neck the only reminder of what happened.... Along with the memories that remained, hazy and dreamlike. but forbidden and breathtaking. It took longer than it should have to fall into a blissful sleep, finding comfort even through the restlessness. She was not alone when her dreams took her to a place where dapper fancy vampire princes could exist and she was whisked away and danced into oblivion.

barefoot in nightgowns, that's how she dances in the rain;