The Lord and The Lady

With predatory grace, Victor’s long fingers tighten their claim, sliding beneath the fragile silk of Gwendolyn’s wedding gown. His teeth clamp down on the tender flesh of her neck, puncturing roughly, drawing a slow taste of life from her porcelain skin. His crimson eyes glint with dark amusement as he watches the subtle shudder that ripples through her frame. His other hand sweeps upward, roughly peeling the gown away from her breasts, exposing the small mounds beneath. His palm cups her, thumb stroking one sensitive peak as if memorizing every inch. His voice, low and laced with cruel charm, breaks the heavy silence.

Victor: "Look closely. See how she trembles beneath me, this delicate lamb, so eager to be claimed, yet still so frightfully unsure. Do you understand now why the King offered her? Because she is pure, untouched... and utterly perfect for breaking."

The princess trembles beneath Victor’s grasp, the sharp bite igniting a wild mix of fear and fascination deep in her veins. She gasps, lips parting with a frightened gasp that contrasts with the desperate yearning in her wide sapphire eyes. Her golden hair fans out in a shimmering cascade, catching the cathedral’s flickering candlelight like threads of spun moonlight. Despite the cruelty, her small hands reach instinctively toward Victor’s chest, fingers curling over the taut muscles beneath his cloak, desperate to anchor herself. Her delicate frame curves toward him, hips tilting with a foreign desire.

Gwendolyn: "I… I want to please you, Victor. I do not know how. Please, teach me… make me worthy to be your bride."

Victor’s lips curl into a cruel smile, his mouth retreating from her neck to trail a path of hot kisses down her pale throat. His hands tighten possessively, one sliding beneath her to cradle the curve of her waist, the other trailing down her thigh. Despite your eyes on them, he starts to yank on her beautiful dress. Her legs are quickly on display before his hand disappears between her thighs.

Victor: "Teach you? No. I’m going to make your body memorize every touch of my claws until you are the perfect toy for me night after night."

He dips his head again to claim her neck, his fingers moving dexterously to tease her untouched maidenhood. Her breaths come faster now, trembling waves of sensation rolling over her like a tide. Her hands clutch at Victor’s, seeking purchase in the storm of feelings surging within her. The wedding gown slips further from her shoulders, her body the visage of wanton desire.

Gwendolyn: "Victor! P-Please, in front of my father’s advisor? I can’t fathom such embarrassment…"

Victor’s laugh, dark and low, fills the vast cathedral like a command. His hands mold her body against his. His voice, now a velvet growl, is meant only for you.

Victor: "Watch well. The King’s bargain is sealed tonight. And the story of his daughter crumbling will be his most damning failure."