Lie to Me (2) [M]

"What brings you h—" Athena's question died on her lips as Callista surged forward in a blaze of accusations. Her grip was rough against Athena's slender arms. A shove sent the princess tumbling back onto the plush sofa.

Crimson eyes, usually defiant embers, now flickered with a tempestuous storm. Hunger and resentment warred within them, a potent cocktail threatening to drown Callista whole.

Heat pulsed between them as Callista straddled Athena. Their chests rose and fell in sync, a frantic rhythm echoing the pounding in Callista's veins. Leaning in with agonising slowness, Callista pressed her flushed body against Athena's. Her gaze, a heated brand, devoured the princess's face, searching for a flicker of response in the golden depths.

This wasn't the plan. She'd stormed in here, a carefully constructed resolve masking a storm of questions. A single, cold kiss – that was the objective. A calculated extraction of information from those infuriatingly captivating lips.

'Are you and Eydis… lovers?'

The words had been rehearsed, a calculated knife to pierce Athena's facade. But the moment their lips met, the plan disintegrated. A searing heat ripped through her, a vulnerability more terrifying than any confrontation. The intensity of her own feelings, raw and undeniable, caught her off guard. How could she have prepared for this powerful pull towards someone who seemed so indifferent?

And yet, a sickening suspicion gnawed at her. Was she just another conquest to Athena? Another warm body to sate an insatiable hunger?

Callista ripped away, gasping for air. A flicker of defiance sparked in her crimson eyes, a desperate attempt to regain control. Her hand fisted in silken tresses, wrenching Athena's head back to expose the elegant column of her throat. Callista's lips blazed a punishing path along the thundering pulse point, sucking crimson brands onto the delicate flesh, uncaring if the vivid marks were exposed for all to see.

A strangled moan escaped Athena's lips as her body involuntarily arched into Callista's touch. It was a primal reaction, a silent concession. 

"This fierce possessiveness..." Athena's voice dropped to a husky purr, "...it suits you, Astra."

The unexpected praise, laced with a hint of something unreadable, ignited a wildfire in Callista. Her hands, no longer driven by anger but a raw yearning, yanked the nightgown down, revealing the pale expanse of Athena's skin in the dim light. Athena's lips parted on a sharp indrawn breath as cool air teased over newly bared curves. The absence of undergarments sent a jolt of illogical jealousy through her. 

Smouldering crimson gaze raked over each tremble and swell of Athena's heaving breaths, watching how the warm light beckoned with tantalising shadows that danced over those tight, pebbled peaks. Each subtle undulation stoked a maddening fire within Callista. 

"Did you let him see you like this, Athena?" Callista rasped, voice dripping with arousal. Her fingertips danced a scorching exploration across the soft expanse of Athena's skin, memorising every subtle curve and valley. The touch sent a flush blossoming across Athena's body.

"Were you this... exposed for him?" she continued, her voice a raw brand against Athena's skin. Her nails scored punishing crescents into satin flesh - a question mark etched in fire. 

'Deny it.'

The bite that followed was a punishment, a plea for a reaction – any reaction – to pierce through Athena's nonchalant demeanour. Her teeth pulled at the aching flesh, uncertain if the tremors coursing through Athena were pleasure or a delayed reaction to another's touch.

Callista ached for a denial, but deep down, she knew it wouldn't come.

The intoxicating taste of Athena's blood filled Callista's mouth as she swirled her tongue around the bite mark, a sweet contrast to the lingering scent of the werewolf that clinging to Athena's silken skin. A fresh wave of fury, hot and bitter, threatened to consume her. Her grip tightened brutally as she trailed rough, marking kisses to the other side, giving that hardened peak the same punishment.

"Demanding," Athena rasped, eyes clouding with a storm of need even as her breath hitched on a sharp cry of mingled pain and pleasure. "Apparently, even sleep requires full battle armour?" Athena's voice held a hint of amusement, but it did little to soothe Callista's burning jealousy. 

With a low growl, her hand slipped under Athena's gown, finding the slick, molten heat linger between Athena's thighs. A choked moan escaped their lips as Callista teased those velvet folds, tracing and exploring every silken contour with ravenous curiosity. 

Each rough twist and purposeful graze over that exquisitely sensitive nerves dragged broken whimpers from the princess's parted lips. Her hips rolled in a desperate plea for more friction, for that delicious torment to plunder deeper, granting the searing release she craved.

"You're already so…" Callista rasped, her tone laced with a confused longing as doubt and jealousy once again sparked in her crimson eyes. "Is this what you crave, Princess?" 

She crushed their mouths together once more, swallowing Athena's cry of pleasure. She could taste the desperation for release on Athena's tongue as it met her own in a fierce duel for dominance.

Callista deliberately skimmed her fingers away, a calculated tease that sent a jolt through Athena. It was a cruel game, a taste of the frustration Callista herself felt. Athena's hips instinctively chasing the fading contact. Unable to resist the delicious warmth, Callita relented. 

Her touch returned, a slow, curious exploration. She trailed her fingers through Athena's slick need before circling that throbbing bundle of nerves with featherlight strokes. Her touch was guided more by instinct than finesse as she sought to learn what set Athena's nerves alight. Each maddening swirl sent exquisite lightning arcing through Athena's body.

With delicate reverence, a finger slipped into the soft, velvety depths. Callista gasped as Athena's silken walls gripped her digit with a tantalising warmth she'd never experienced before. A flood of new sensations washed over her - the slick heat, the incredible tightness that seemed to pull her deeper, the subtle flutters and pulsing caresses along her invading finger. 

It was intoxicating, overwhelming, unlike anything Callista could have imagined. She marvelled at the textures, at how Athena's feminine folds yielded and moulded so perfectly around her exploratory touches. Each micro-ripple, every nuanced undulation sent tremors of pleasure radiating up Callista's arm and into her core.

"Fuck… it was…" A breathless curse escaped Callista's lips before Athena pulled her close, fingernails digging into her bare back with delicious possession. Her legs wrapped around Callista's waist to grant deeper access to that smouldering core.

Callista found herself utterly transfixed, entranced by this newfound physical connection and the secrets of Athena's body she was discovering. She craved more - to learn every intimate detail, to map the hidden paths that would unravel Athena's ecstasy. 

A throaty chuckle escaped Athena's lips as she gazed at Callista with reverent softness, "Never touch yourself before, have you Astra?" Her voice trembled slightly, breath ragged with need.

With defiant hunger, Callista glided another finger into Athena's welcoming depths. Her movements grew frantic, urgency laced into every stroke and fueled by the erotic moans escaping Athena's lips with each thrust. Callista's fingers explored relentlessly, curving and stroking the velvety grip that clenched around them.

She craved more - the sounds, the sensations, all of it. Callista kissed Athena with desperate passion as her fingers picked up a fevered pace, plunging relentlessly into molten silk. 

Then the taut string within Athena snapped as Callista's palm ground ruthlessly against her swollen clit. Eyes squeezed shut, hips bucking wildly as a sharp cry tore from her throat. The wet, squelching sounds of Callista's thrusts through Athena's spasming depths nearly brought Callista to the edge herself, overwhelmed by witnessing such primal ecstacy laid bare.

The vision of Athena in the throes of release seared itself into Callista's soul. Lips parted, chest heaving with ragged breaths, a trickle of sweat glistening on flushed skin - it was a sight that threatened to consume Callista's sanity with its erotic intensity.

All for her...but not just for her alone.

Words torn from the vulnerable depths of Callista's psyche by the profound intimacy tumbled from her lips. "Did...did he touch you here?" Her voice warbled with naked emotion she couldn't contain. Jealousy and possessiveness intermingled with awe at the sublime textures still reflexively tightening and trembling around her fingers in the aftermath of Athena's release. Her thrust unrelentings as she chased her own peak from watching Athena unravel so completely.

The question was a plea, begging Athena to deny.

'Lie to me.'

Athena's eyes snapped open, that blazing golden intensity dimmed by a fleeting shimmer of...hurt? The naked vulnerability piercing her gaze sent an agonising jolt through the raging storm of Callista's jealous fury. 

A frustrated silence swelled between them as Callista bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, the metallic tang bursting over her tongue.

"Are you asking me this while knuckle-deep, Astra? Did you -" Athena's retort shredded into a broken keen as Callista claimed her lips once more in a fierce, desperate kiss. As if she could devour the words, silence the truth eating away at her from the inside.

'Lie to me.'

The heady, primal scent of her own blood mingling with Athena's heady arousal sent a scorching jolt through Athena's core. A bone-deep, ravenous hunger roared to life.

Breaking the fevered kiss with a sharp gasp, Athena's gaze snapped hungrily to the thunder of Callista's pulse fluttering at her bared throat - so vulnerable, so exposed and unknowing of the predator she risked rousing.

A cold command ripped from Athena's lips, edged with desperation. "Leave, Astra. Now." She grasped Callista's wrist in an unforgiving vice, prying her hand away from that molten, trembling heat.

Callista flinched, the vulnerability in Athena's voice a stark contrast to her own icy demeanour. "You didn't even deny it," she whispered, a tremor running through her voice. "Perhaps a lie is more than I deserve."

The words were a barb, a weapon to shield the raw ache in her own heart. Callista longed to scream, 'Tell me you want me,' but fear and a twisted sense of pride held her tongue hostage.

"What is it about, Astra?" Athena retorted, her voice strained, a hint of fear betraying the facade. The colour seemed to drain from her face with each passing moment. Her white-knucke grip shattered the arm of the sofa.

"Your… nocturnal activities, Athena," Callista's eyes narrowed. In a moment of impulsive rage, she pulled down the collar of her t-shirt, exposing the vulnerable pulse point at her neck. "Not craving my blood? You're fooling yourself," she spat, the words laced with a bitterness that surprised even her.

'Tell me you need me, only me.'

Athena's eyes hardened as she righted her gown. "Your blood… held no allure."

"We both know that's a lie. Look at yourself," Callista said, the words tumbling out before she could stop them, "oh wait, you don't have a mirror."

The cruelty of her words hung heavy in the air. Shame burned in Callista's throat as she witnessed the flicker of pain cross Athena's face. But before she could apologise, Athena lunged forward, fangs bared in a predatory snarl.

Callista felt the hot breath of the vampire ghosting against her exposed skin, sending shivers down her spine. For the first time, the idea of letting Athena feed wasn't met with pure terror. 

But to both their surprise, Athena shoved her away with brutal force. The heavy oak door slammed shut with a resounding thud, leaving Callista alone in the hallway, bathed in the cold, judging gaze of the moon.

The weight of Athena's last words hung in the air: "Just… leave, Astra." 

Callista stood frozen, the storm of emotions within her finally giving way to a chilling emptiness. What had she done? Her impulsive actions had driven a wedge between them, leaving behind a vast uncertainty.