Aisling exhaled deeply.
Breathe, Aisling, you’re an experienced Dreamer.
How can a woman scare you?
Inside the castle, Aisling returned to visit Seishan.
Why only now?
In his humble experience, he had to wait for the beast to calm down before entering her territory again.
If he dared to enter carelessly, he would be torn apart before he could blink.
The door was opened by a young Handmaiden.
He entered without much ceremony, finding the beautiful princess composed and unshaken.
“Good day, Sei.
I figured out why you kicked me out, so I want to take it back and put my priorities in order… starting with you.”
Seishan’s eyes widened; she seemed not to believe what he’d just said.
Suddenly feeling nervous, she spoke, trying to hide her trembling voice:
“I’m listening… Ais.”
“Good, first…”
* * *
“Sei, put down the hammer!”
Aisling dodged the war hammer by a hair.
“I gave you that as a gift; you can’t stain it with my blood!”
The deadly precision she wielded with a blunt weapon deserved an award.
Even trying to crush Aisling’s head in a frenzied state, she never lost herself, and not a single blow was wasted — she avoided hitting the wall or the floor so as not to alert anyone else; even so, the furniture didn’t survive.
Aisling grabbed the table for protection.
That mundane table wouldn’t protect him, but it gave him a brief moment of relief before it was smashed to pieces by the Ascended weapon.
If it weren’t me, she’d hold back.
Knowing I can’t die from a single blow, she doesn’t care about crushing my head!
Aisling couldn’t get close without a hammer in his face, and Seishan wouldn’t stop striking with clear murderous intent.
After playing cat and mouse in such a cramped space, the entire room ended up destroyed.
Both were breathing heavily: him from dodging in a cramped space, and her from trying to hit him with all her strength.
Seishan regained her composure, looked around the room, and exhaled calmly, resigned.
Aisling relaxed, sensing it was all over.
“That was intense.
You’re going to need new furniture.”
Seishan turned back to him, bringing a hand to her lips, and with a slight tremor, let out a lovely, beautiful laugh.
Aisling felt hypnotized.
With a wide smile, far from her usual coldness and elegant demeanor, Seishan looked at him, more relaxed now.
“Sorry… I already know how you are.
It was my fault for expecting too much from you.”
“That hurts.
Doesn’t matter, as long as we’re good.”
“You still have a responsibility to attend to.”
Aisling opened his arms, ready to receive whatever she wanted from him.
Seishan drew even closer, pressing her body against his and wrapping her arms around his neck.
Bringing her face to the curve of his neck, almost as if she were taking in his scent, she savored the moment without making any move.
Once she’d had her fill of the moment, she bared her fangs, sinking them deep into his pale skin.
Blood slid down his collarbone, trickling delicately down his body.
Seishan watched, lost, as the blood fell, an uncontrollable craving overtaking her.
Seeking still more, wanting to sate the desire within her, she kept biting in different spots, leaving several marks along his neck.
Aisling didn’t move, watching her every motion without looking away.
“You’re more eager than usual today.”
Seishan didn’t answer, or couldn’t, too lost in it, savoring the spectacle she’d created.
She pulled back for a moment, licking the wounds she’d caused.
Her fingers traced the flow of blood as it fell and spread across his body; she looked at the bright blood on her hands without losing interest for even a moment.
Pulling back for a second, she pushed Aisling onto the bed, softer than any other in that castle.
Seishan climbed astride his lap and kept sinking her fangs in, drawing out all the blood and savoring it however she pleased for a long while.
Time flew by for Seishan, seated astride Aisling with a predatory, intense gaze.
When she finally managed to satisfy her urge, she became aware of her own panting.
She tried, without success, to control her breathing, feeling her heart pounding hard against her chest.
She looked down at Aisling beneath her.
In the ash-haired young man’s eyes, every one of her actions was reflected back.
He didn’t look at her with disgust or lust; his expression showed a deep interest in her, without judging her for what she’d done.
Feeling her face grow hot, she barely managed to hide her embarrassment.
She looked at Aisling’s lips with too many hidden emotions, too much she wanted to say.
Lowering her face, she melted her lips into his, settling into a slow rhythm and savoring the sense of warmth deep within.
The feeling grew deeper.
Aisling’s hands rose: one slid along her back, holding her and pressing their bodies together, able to feel the slender, sensual body that usually hid beneath layers of clothing; while the other hand delicately cupped Seishan’s face, exploring the softness of her grey skin, stroking her cheek.
Aisling winced slightly when he was bitten on the lip without warning, letting the blood slide over his lips and be taken by the insatiable princess.
The night passed swiftly for the two of them; in the end, they fell asleep in each other’s arms with complicated expressions.
* * *
Aisling woke up first.
The sun hadn’t risen yet, but his body had already grown used to waking at that exact moment.
Feeling a weight on his chest, he looked at Seishan lying against him.
What do I have to do to get out of here?
He shifted Seishan and couldn’t keep her from waking at the slightest movement.
“Good morning.”
Seishan looked at him, still lying in bed, and took hold of his arm.
“Stay a little longer, alright?”
Aisling couldn’t resist lying back down.