The black widow

Jäwell had a grin drawing on his lips while caressing Leïlana's shoulder sensually.  

"You made yourself a servant?" He asked, realizing she had played him like a fool, enjoying his anger. 

"An assistant," She corrected him.

Leïlana tilted her hand to let him access her while his hand went up her neck on the wound he had made her.

"Did you enjoy toying with me like this?"

She nodded once again in silence but her eyes were telling everything. 

"You know me too well, Leïlana, you make me act like a fool."

He pressed his hand a bit more on her throat before lowering it completely onto her stomach, he leaned his head on her neck and kissed the blood on the collar of her dress. She enjoyed his violence, she always did. Jäwell was a passionate person and his emotions have always been pure, without limits. 

Leïlana placed her both arms around his neck, pressing her lips on his with passion. When she pulled away, she had a very dark look.

"The Jessadian girl made you learn how to write, she made you kneel for her. Look at yourself, she gave you a collar and a leach," She said as she had an expression of disgust when she mentioned Zuline, "You are the great hero of the world, Jäwell, not a scholar, not a romantic figure, or a delicate and sensitive man."

She pointed at her bitten neck and the large wound.

"You are a warrior. You are not the prince of the Ombrae. You are a king. You are the definition of wild and freedom. You are the one refusing social conventions to do only what he wants. Don't let anyone change that, Jäwell, you are an inspiration for your people."

Jäwell listened to her, he didn't see Leïlana for an incredible amount of time, yet, she felt as if she was the one knowing him the most. She knew of his deepest desires and she was pushing him in the path of satisfaction. The scent of blood and the feeling of the cold breeze transported by the shadows were mixing in the room. 

He laughed as he whispered into her ear, "And you would be my queen? Is that your objective?"

Leïlana pulled away to go to the table and sip a bit of blood from the glass. 

"If I wanted to be a queen, I would have tried to kill you. I am the next on the line to the throne of the Ombrae. I don't have to seduce you for this, but you already know I do not care for such power."

"Then what do you care for?"

"Flesh…" She said with a perverted grin. 

Jäwell answered with a chuckle as she started to unbutton the top of her dress. She slowly removed the broken piece of fabric that he had bitten previously and damaged, exposing her fragile skin. He felt his fangs pulsing, ready to take another bite of her. The savage dynamic that existed in the past was still here, almost as if they separated from each other recently. 

She moaned in pleasure as his bite became deeper into her throat, piercing her vocal cords on the way. Her blood stained her chin and hair. Leïlana embraced him, pulling him against her, inviting him to get lost in her grip. 

He pulled away and his face was covered in her blood, the deepest part of her wound was already closing. The wall, her dress, their hair, and their clothes were messy and quickly soaked in the crimson-red liquid. Jäwell grabbed her thighs and raised her before throwing her on the bed. He enjoyed the view of her gorgeous body stretching in front of his lustful look. 

"I am all yours, master," She said playfully while her silver claws were ripping the rest of her dress in a very delicate and slow move, slicing her skin on the way. The cut was thin and only a few pearls of blood were dropping on the bed sheets while her neck was already healed fully. 

Her legs were long and appealing, brushing one against the other while the black cloth followed her figure. Jäwell didn't resist for long before he took off his clothes and joined her. His lips went to find hers in a rough passion, then, they wandered along her neck, going down, always more down until he reached his target. Leïlana moaned and squirmed while he played with her body, pushed to continue in his action by the melody she emitted. 

His hands caressed her stomach, going up to her breasts and meeting her hands on the way. She held him firmly, squeezing him with every movement, making him lose control and pushing her ever closer to the edge. The shadows around them invaded the room, covering the walls, the window, and the wall. They were dancing in the same rhythm as the couple on the bed. 

Once he was content with what he had done to her with his tongue, he came back to her neck, his lips slightly brushing over every sensitive spot. His large smile was showing how much he enjoyed the moment and her claws lacerating his back were making him sure about how she was feeling about it. 

He pressed himself fully on her, urging out a scream of passion from her lungs and the shadows were dancing more and more strongly. They were pushing the borders of lust always further, exploring their immortality together and dissipating the notion of pleasure or pain to only let place for the sensual moanings forming this symphony of the night. 

Everyone in the city could see something was happening as the whole castle was covered in shadows pulsing like a fire up to the sky. The earth of the ombrae was trembling, even if citizens didn't know the nature of their interaction, they knew two titans were meeting at this moment. Far over, the golden city was not shining anymore, fully submerged in the darkness. 

The calm came back after a few earthquakes, some people counted six, and others counted eight. No one was sure for real, but the shadows were coming back to their place. The battle was over and inhabitants could come back to their activities, servants rejoined the castle, and everyone had questions, but no one wanted to ask them loudly. 

Jäwell rolled in the satin bed sheets on the side next to her, passed his hand over his forehead, and rubbed his eyes.

"I am always amazed when I see that, even dead, I still can sweat when I am with you, my dear."

She giggled while her nails softly walked over his chest, "You should not be surprised. Last time we did it you killed me, we always have been pretty intense together."

He grabbed her hand and kissed the tip of her fingers, he used his other hand to caress her long raven hair falling on the pillows.

"Are you happy in the tower?" Jäwell asked with a concerned tone.

Leïlana chuckled, "Oh, I am. I cried the first hundred years after Miroïr left me alone but I found how to have fun."

Jäwell sat on the bed, leaning his back against the wall.

"Now you have my attention, what are you doing in this tower? I thought you would do your magic things and your studies."

"I learned the heart of humans, my king," she answered with a malicious grin, "When the night comes and humans are not expecting it. They can see my figure waiting in the corner of a dark alley. After they follow me on my web, I only have to pull the right strings to bring them back to my nest. There, in the warmth of my bed, I weave a cocoon of shadows around them, keeping them alive for eternity in my beautiful embrace. Feeding on their poor souls and bodies whenever I desire." 

She was speaking with a very special kind of sparkly in the eyes, Jäwell kissed her lips, excited by how joyful she was, the dark blood was a blessing and it was important to him to know she enjoyed her immortality to its fullest. 

"I am glad you enjoy what I made you. And what about this assistant of yours? She is one of us, I don't want to hear that you mistreated one of our blood."

Leïlana laughed, "The little one has been caught by dirty persons and sold to a pleasure house at a young age. I found her left for dead in the streets one night and I took her in. Her voice calms me and her poetry reminds me what it felt like to be a human."

Jäwell sighed, he enjoyed the brothels but never would have forced someone into such work. All his life has been about pleasures and freedom, the mere idea of slavery was giving him shivers.

"You saved her, did you teach her how to hunt like you do?"

"Ëmie is much more delicate than me. She lets the door of the tower open for the ones too curious, then, her soft voice and childish appearance would make anyone trust her, and when they would feel comfortable listening to her poems. This is the moment it is too late already." Leïlana smiled proudly while describing how her protegee was ingenuous. 

"A true daughter of the dark blood, " Jäwell concluded, prideful that this family of theirs was growing in the way he wanted.