"Your first time?" Lucien asks as he watches Vaela abuzz with excitement at the sight of the helicopter.
"Yes…" she whispers softly, gazing into his eyes. "...please, be gentle."
He chuckles, half-turned away to hide his own anxieties as Vaela's words inflate his ego and fondle his masculinity.
"Don't let this experience overwhelm you." Lilith mutters from above her, noticing Vaela's unrelenting exhilaration as she's about to experience her first foray in flight.
"After you," he smiles, swinging his hand toward the radiant flying machine.
As they slowly walk toward it, its swirling blades rapidly speed up, covering the rooftop is a stiff breeze.
Vaela giggles with enjoyment as the wind tosses around her hair and tugs at her clothing, as if trying to undress her.
She wobbles toward the helicopter where Lucien gently helps lift her into its cabin. The two enter and quickly seat themselves into large, comfortable, reclined seats beside a window. Sitting opposite one another, they share long, sensual glances as they settle in.
"Champagne?" Lucien grunts toward the pilot.
The helmeted man nods and flicks his head toward a basket set on the floor of the cabin. "As requested, sir."
The vampire forages around the basket, retrieving 2 long, stemmed glasses and a chilled bottle of French champagne.
As the helicopter lifts off the rooftop, he pops its cork.
"And we're off." He exclaims, grinning widely as he pours large glasses of the golden nectar.
Vaela sips enthusiastically. The bubbly brew dances about her taste buds and slithers down her throat, eliciting a warm sigh and fully-body shiver as it oozes into her belly.
"Divine!" she exclaims, licking her lips slowly as Lucien watches on.
"Indeed." He mutters as his eyes trace the contours of her body.
She shifts about in her seat, unable to remain still as exhilaration vibrates across her flesh. Her long legs twist and curl around each other as her toes rub at her ankles and her hands move about her body, caressing itself almost instinctively.
"Hungry?" Lucien asks, smiling.
"I could eat..." she replies
He dips his hand back into the basket on the floor and removes a small bowl filled with fat, juicy strawberries, much to Vaela's pleasure.
He takes one between two fingers and leans over to her, guiding the morsel to her mouth.
Sliding it in between her lips that part slightly, his finger brushes across their wetness as he pushes the massive berry deeper into her mouth.
She crushes it between her teeth, moaning with delight as its thick juices fill her cheeks and slide down her throat. Red liquid drips from her lips as she slowly and seductively enjoys her treat. Moan and squealing in delight.
Lucien licks his lips as he eagerly watches on, his legs instinctively spreading as ice-cold blood rushes to the growing bulge between them.
Vaela notices his discomfort. His legs begin to twitch and sweat builds on his brow.
She flicks out a foot from beneath her seat, pointing small, tender, red-painted toes at him.
"Hungry?" she asks playfully, sporting a sly smirk.
She places her foot on his knee before sliding it down his thigh and digging it in between his legs. She giggles as the coldness of his skin leaching through his clothes tickles at her toes, but his firmness and enormity slightly startles her, leaving little to her imagination.
"Oh… he's very hungry." she jokes, pressing her toes deeper.
He grins wildly, unsure if it's the pain or pleasure of her touch that most titillates him. As her toes linger on his weak spot, bringing him to the edge of willful containment, he bursts out of his seat, overcome by Vaela's seduction, the burning urge to ravage her body overwhelming him.
Eyes blazing with lust, his mind completely captured by Vaela's seductive beauty and movements. He reaches toward her, fangs bared.
But she stops him with an arched foot pressed firmly against his chest.
"Down, boy." She hisses, slamming him back down into his seat and turning her gaze to the window that overlooks the kaleidoscope of city lights below. "You're spoiling my view."
"You're pushing him too hard." Lilith scoffs. "He's gonna give up the chase…"
Lucien slumps into himself, grunting and groaning with frustration.
"What the fuck?" he snaps. "You expect me to beg you? A human?"
Without a word, Vaela turns her gaze back to him. A soft smirk edges across her face, as her ice-blue eyes locked onto the golden glow of his, burning through his pride and ego.
She slowly crosses her legs and swings open her arms as she arches her back.
"Only a taste…" she whispers, exposing her gleaming neck.
Almost leaping across the cabin, he grabs at her and begins weaving his icy tongue across her skin, much to her sensual pleasure.
The pilot clears his throat, intently focusing his vision forward as the subtle sounds of soft moans begin to fill the cabin.
Lucie rubs his hands along her waist and draws them up toward her chest as he nibbles his way across her neck and shoulders. The cold touch of his fangs brushing on her skin ellicit tingles across her body and squeals of delight.
"Don't let him take over…" Lilith warns with a whisper.
As his hand begins to press onto her bosom and another lurks toward her thighs, she quickly pushes him off.
"Just a taste." Vaela hisses with a cruel smirk.
He slumps back into his seat and snorts, breathing ragged as he struggles to control his burning urges and emotions.
"Fine…" he scoffs as his anger begins to shift toward desperation. "At least tell me your name."
"Not yet…" she retorts, turning back to the view. "...take me home, first."
"Where's home?" he asks.
"The Wailing Woods."
"You live there?" He stares back in confusion. "I heard it's haunted by demons."
"Do I look like a demon?" Vaela smirks.
"More like an angel." he responds with a coy smile.
Lucien notifies the pilot of the change in destination while Vaela admires the view from the sky.
Leaning back into his chair, he continues to question her about her life as he sips on his champagne.
Vaela only provides vague answers, attributing her sudden appearance and lack of reputation on a lengthy sabbatical to the Far East.
She questions him on his family business, the morals of their actions and his plans for the blood banks of Veruna once he inherits his father's position.
He speaks eagerly, prostrating himself as he tries to impress Vaela with details of his family's influence and wealth, while justifying their actions as lawful.
As the helicopter reaches the outskirts of the city and moves across the sea of trees that make up the Wailing Woods, a smattering of lights in a clearing deep in the forest marks the location of Vaela's hidden estate.
Lucien's eyes widen with awe as the helicopter descends toward a small patch of empty grass in the middle of a flower garden near the entrance to her mansion.
"This is amazing!" Lucien gulps. "I never knew this place existed. How long have you-"
"Just built it." Vaela interrupts.
"It's impressive." Lucien scoffs.
The helicopter gently touches down into the soft grass. Lucien quickly lifts from his seat and helps Vaela rise from hers. He opens the helicopter door and helps her out as the blades slow to a stop.
"May I join you?" He asks nervously as Vaela moves away from the chopper.
"You haven't even earned my name." she laughs.
She walks away, shifting her figure seductively as she strolls through a menagerie of multi-coloured roses.
"Then give me your name!" Lucien yells, holding out his hand toward her as if begging for a morsel.
Vaela turns to face him as the helicopter's blades begin to spin. She answers his request with a silent grin as the rising wind plays with her long, flowing hair.
The beating blades of the helicopter soon whips up the air around her, rustling the garden's contents and sending a flurry of colorful rose petals flying around Vaela as she watches on, enchanted by the display of natural beauty.
"Please!" Lucien yells, his hand now over his heart, trying in vain to control his unnatural, wild beating.
The sight of Vaela coated in soft moonlight amidst a scene of blooming roses and floating petals paints a perfect picture of supernatural beauty unlike any he had ever witnessed.
"Moonblood." she suddenly shouts out, "Vanessa Moonblood."
Lucien stumbles back as the sound of her name hits his ears for the first time.
She chuckles at the sight of him contending with the seemingly overwhelming power of her words and actions.
Vaela turns back toward her mansion, smiling with content as the helicopter pulls itself into the sky and buzzes off into the darkness of night.
Humming to herself happily, the queen strolls back to her castle. A pair of stilettos dangle from the fingers of one hand, while she playfully twirls the fingers on her other, imagining herself twisting and squeezing Lucien's still-beating heart.
"Who the hell are you?" Lilith squeals as she puffs back into view. "That was not the work of a beginner!"
"Vanessa Moonblood." Vaela quips with a smirk. "Billionaire goddess… and man-eating seductress."