Windora shorts: bathtub

A bubble bath was supposed to help one relax. Lux could feel the warmth of the water and the satisfying sensation of the bubbles against her skin. She had her red locks tied in a messy bun and was looking at the ceiling of the bathroom. Her head was buzzing with so much information that she was having a hard time focusing on whatever was going on. She scolded herself for being distracted with lewd thoughts when she shouldn't have been. Still, the embarrassment she felt back then was nothing compared to the news the Hermit Vampire Dalmas Stejic revealed to her. Her intuition was correct; her father was indeed worried about them being in danger, and she realized that he was well aware of the source of the danger. If Dalmas Stejic was to be believed, she wasn't too far from the truth: a founding vampire was going after House Adora. 

She shut her eyes and sank a little deeper into the bathtub. Once the euphoria of finally having an answer to her questions subsided, worries began to settle in her mind. It was one thing to know that there was indeed a danger looming over House Adora. It was another to realize the level of such a threat. As suspected, it wasn't human, nor did it come from the supernatural world. They wouldn't dare to have a full-blown war against Vampires because there was too much to lose. Not only countless lives, but also the very fragile fabric of their societies. No. The threat came from inside! Dalmas Stejic calmly told her that in letters he received from members of the House, Roustain. Some of them were suspicious about the relics in Roustain's mausoleum. They believed that these relics didn't belong to their Sire and he would instead come back to lead them.  Fine! Fine! Fine! Say, these confessions were true. Founding Father Roustain was notorious for his hatred of Father Adora. If he wasn't dead, then that meant the situation was even worse than she thought it was. 

Fighting a vampire was something she believed would not be easy, but was clearly not impossible. Lux believed in her ability to fight and defeat any vampires she would encounter. She could take on any of them, but a founding father? That required a lot of planning. Sighing deeply, the redhead sank completely into the bathtub. What was she supposed to do with that information? She should talk to her father. yes! And she should...stay away from Jake? Ah Jake! yes! How could she protect Jake? She couldn't possibly take him to the vampire fortress. Could she willingly put him in such danger? Jake was capable, and he was a hunter. More than just a hunter, he was a Winchester.  He was a legendary hunter, with an addictive blood that could turn him into a living target if he set foot in the fortress.  Lux sat straight on the bathtub and sucked on her bottom lip. She simply couldn't imagine introducing Jake to the vampire society. They would eat him up, literally. They might devour him, or worse, they might want to turn him into a vampire just to spite both the Winchesters and Lux. Why wouldn't they? 

She furrowed her brows harder and squeezed the edges of the tub. Jake... her special human... She wanted to protect him. At this point in their relationship, she refused to give up on him. She wanted to see him, not just once or twice, but she wanted to see him often, more than often.. Always! Lux pinched the bridge of her nose and scrunched up her face. What should be her next move? First, she would have to return to see Jake again. She needed to see him and spend some time with him. And deep down, she realized that she needed to be comforted and to hug and cuddle Jake to get it. The vampire thought she should text her brother, Alceste, to inform him about what was happening and help him prepare their father for her announcement. She needed to prepare better because Aurelius would never accept the to hearing about her suspicions without any evidence from Lux. She had to know what to tell him to convince him that there was a serious threat that needed to be considered. She couldn't waste any more time. She had to keep moving. 

-TBC-

Windora: Lux sensual questionnaire

Big spoon or little spoon? Big Spoon (I love to be the one hugging my lover)

Have you ever been on a blind date? Courtships count, do they? If so, then I have been on blind dates.

What's the best kiss you've ever had? It was the one I gave Jake with his own blood. It was rough, sensual, and intensely so.  I liked the fact that he didn't even flinch upon tasting his blood, and the fact that he kept kissing me as if it was normal and not incredibly kinky. 

What's the best date you've ever been on? I haven't been on a date with Jake just yet. So, this date is a bit old. It was with my former lover, during the Renaissance. We traveled together to a nearby city because he wanted me to meet his sponsor, but we actually met his parents. We ate shaved ice in the middle of summer, and it was so sweet. He introduced me as his beloved and told them that I was a creature of divine extraction. They welcomed me, knowing I was different and that just ... It was the best day of my life because I was accepted despite my true nature, and they were all kind to me.  I don't know if his parents ever loved me, but at least they accepted me, and they accepted our love. It was the best gift he could have ever given me.

Favorite way to be affectionate with someone?  I will cuddle the one I love. I will pepper their skin with kisses. I will hug them any chance I get. I love to be in contact with their skin, so they should be prepared to be hugged, kissed, cuddled, and touched whenever possible. I guess that makes me clingy. 

Favorite place to be touched? My breasts. They're fucking sensitive, and I love when my nipples are being played with or teased. I mean, Jake could just brush the back of his hand over my breasts, and I would lose it! I love when they're being played with. 

What's your favorite memory of you together? It has to be our first fight! unorthodox, but it's true. I didn't expect the night to start with a fight, but I can't fault him. He clocked me as a vampire, and he anticipated an attack from me. I don't blame him one bit. It also turned me on, so... I can't forget that. 

Top, bottom, or both? Both. 

Do you like it rough or sensual? Both, although I am more inclined to be rough. I tend to be shy when I'm being made love to. It's intense and beautiful, and I feel this incredible connection with my lover. It's overwhelming but in a good way. I am just more vulnerable when it's sweet. I love both. 

How do you feel about sex toys? I am indifferent to them. I usually use my tail if I need to feel stuffed.  I could use a toy and have with past lovers, but I don't care about them.

What's the hottest thing someone can say to you in bed? That I am a good cocksleeve! That I'm tight and yet I can take such a big cock. That I look good doing whatever I'm doing to them. That they are losing their minds because of me, because I feel good. This shit is hot! 

Do you prefer to give or receive? I love to give. I love to watch the reactions of my lover to whatever I'm doing to them.  I'm used to being the one giving, but with Jake, I'm also on the receiving end, and it's wonderful! I love when he touches me, when he uses his tongue or fingers to lick, suckle, or pull on my nipples or any other part of my body. I love it when he thrusts into me. I love being on the receiving end of his care, and I love giving him so much pleasure. It's difficult to choose what I love most.  

What's something you secretly fantasize about? I want to have sex where we will be heard by the vampire society. I want to have sex just so they know that I'm loved, cared for, and desired fully.. They despise me, and they loath my true form, so I want them to hear me get my shit rocked while looking my absolute self. I want them to seethe in contempt and jealousy. It would be amazing! 

What's your favorite type of kiss? I love a soft French kiss. When we take our time. When I can feel his tongue. He kissed me so slowly, once, when he was fucking me so hard and fast. It was incredible! I love making out with him. 

Juicy questions to ask about your relationship: 

What initially attracted you to him/her?  His voice. I was walking around New-Orleans and I wanted some fun and distraction. I walked past the bar where he was performing and was blown away by his voice. I had to get closer to see who was singing so well. His voice was the first thing that attracted me to him.  Then, when I saw him, it was his eyes that caught my attention. All I wanted to do was get lost in this forest-green pool.  Then, it was his smile. All three elements are what drove me to him. He was handsome, and his voice was compelling too, something I had rarely seen in humans. A gift, if you will. 

Would you change anything about the way you met? No. It was the perfect date. 

Have you ever been in love? Yes. An Italian sculptor. *Is falling in love with Jake*

Why did things end with your last ex? He was murdered by a rival sculptor. 

What's one of your dating deal-breakers? Physical violence is a no-no. Psychological abuse as well. To be treated like a possession or a monster... Fortunately for me, Jake does nothing of that sort. 

Is there anything about the future that scares you? I'm afraid Jake would hate me. I don't want to lose him. I can't imagine a life without him now. 

The most forbidden person you've ever had a crush on?  Jake Winchester. He is literally the son of a legendary hunter and an enemy of my people. 

What's the wildest thing you've ever done for love? I didn't turn him into a vampire. I wanted to! I was desperate because I wanted to live eternally with him, and he didn't want to. He cared for his humanity, and he wanted to die as a human. I accepted not to turn him, and it cost me.  He died way too soon, but I loved him and I'm glad I didn't turn him into a vampire. He lived his life to the fullest, and he taught me a lot about myself and love.

Do you want to have a family someday? I'm a vampire. I can't get pregnant anymore. I also don't want to sire vampires unless one really wants to become part of my family. It hasn't happened yet, and I don't think it would, but never say never.

What's something you've always wanted to ask him/her but haven't? "Wanna be my boyfriend, puppy?" Sounds simple to ask, but I  don't want it to ruin what we have going on. He's not just a fuck buddy... You see? I actually care about him. 

Questions about sex:  

Where (or from whom) did you learn about sex growing up? I've always been a curious person. 

How often do you like to be intimate? All day, every day! 

How important is sex to you in a relationship? It is a way to show our love for each other. It is also something I crave a lot. I love how good it feels, and I want to have sex every day. It matters a lot to me.

How do you like to be touched? Well, I love it when he teases me. When he touches me anywhere but where I want him to. I love it when he is firm in the way he touches me, like I can feel his strength. I love it...

What's your favorite part about sex? His reactions to me. I thrive best when I can see how good he feels because of me.

The most challenging part about sex? To be vulnerable and shy. I mean, when I'm being made love to and it's slow and it's soft and it's overwhelming, but all in a good way. I always saw myself as a monster, as someone who had to be in charge and lead, and... to fully stop and let someone take care of me? That's challenging because that means they are working towards my own pleasure, and they want me to give in to them fully.  to trust them. to.. let go. It's so rewarding when I can do that. I let someone love me... that's trust of the highest degree! 

What makes you feel closer to someone during sex? When we talk, we laugh and chuckle, and we moan. We're vulnerable because we see what the other person likes and what can make them lose control. I feel closest to someone during these moments.

Do you prefer morning or evening sex? I'm more of a night person, but I fuck any time of the day! I'm that horny! 

Lights on or off? On. I want to see his beautiful face. I want to see how messed up he is. 

What do you fantasize about when you masturbate?  Don't laugh at me! A couple of things. If we're looking at the big picture, it'll be Cowboy Jake. The idea of him riding a horse, grabbing his guitar to sing songs by the fire, having him work on the ropes and lead the herds... Having him whistle at me, tip his hat, speak to me with that country accent? Unholy fucking spirit, it turns me on beyond reason! There's also Carpenter Jake. The sight of him working wood, carving it, making a table or a chair... having all that wood dust cover his arm, him wearing tank tops and jeans... him... looking focused and using his big calloused hands? That turns me on, too.  If we're talking about specifics? His smile is making me melt. His groans and moans, too. I mean, I only have to listen to him, and that makes me wet! When he calls me Cara or when he speaks Italian? OH, I can't resist it. It has to be in my fantasies. His voice and strong arms are my kryptonite as well.. As a matter of fact, everything about Jake turns me on. He could be standing there, looking for something to eat in the fridge, and I would be on my knees or drop my panties. 

What's something you want to try with Him/her in bed?  I want to be tied or blindfolded. Maybe even both at the same time! 

What gets you off more: oral or penetrative sex? Penetrative, but it's because I'm a size queen and I need to feel that cock stretch me out and brush all the sensitive parts of myself. It has to be noted that I also cum buckets whenever Jake is giving me head. He's so skilled! 

Have you ever tried BDSM? ..... yes! I mean, you have to look at Jake's body and see all the bruises I give him daily. I claw at him, I choke him with my tail, I drink his blood, and he fucks me hard. I fuck him hard enough for his skin to bruise. I bite him... 

Does the thought of recording a sexy video turn you on? Yes! Fuck yes!

What's the last thing you came to? Drinking Jake's blood while he was fingering me.

What turns you on the most?  Jake's smile. I can't resist it. I think of everything I love about him, and it's his smile I love the most. It's his smile that sends shivers down my spine. It's his smile that gets me wet. 

The funniest thing that's ever happened during sex? One of my lovers, a woman, ended up having her period when we were going at it. I think she was giving me head, and it triggered my vampire face. I had never been so happy for her to be busy licking me and not staring at me. She would have freaked out I think. I laughed, mostly because I had a hard time retracting my fangs, and I felt like a baby vampire learning the tricks for the first time.  Needless to say that I did my best to hide my face from her until finally those fangs disappeared! 

What's the naughtiest thing you've ever done?  I fucked in a parking lot at night, once. I was dressed in the sluttiest outfit I could find. Short skirt pulled up, fishnets, and no bra, so my breasts were hanging out. platform shoes and beady chains wrapped around my waist. It was seedy, we had watchers, he was a decent fuck, and I was more turned on by the settings than by what he was doing to me. 

Most inconvenient place you've ever been turned on? During a suitor's visit. I was interrupted mid-coitus, and I was still fucking horny! 

On a scale of one to Mount Everest, how high is your sex drive? Mount Everest! And can go higher! 

What's the hottest nickname He/she can call you in bed? Cara. I love the way he says it.

Doya: Oya and Jake: Life is good.

Oya and Jake: Life is good.

~ If you love me let me go... If you love me let me go....~

« The fear of falling apart, and truth be told I never was yours...The fear, the fear of falling apart. »

Oya sang to herself, while her fingers tapped against the wooden table in front of her. Her hazel eyes looked at Jake who was performing an acoustic version of this song, on stage. She surprised herself with a tear, followed with another one as he kept singing this song at a slower pace than the original studio version. The lyrics to the song were speaking to her, remembering the time she was in love with a man who didn't love her back. Fabrice couldn't possibly love her if he left as soon as she couldn't carry his children. How could he claim otherwise years after years if the only thing he wanted was children? He could have set her free, he should have let her go when he could, but he didn't. He put distance between the two of them but he never truly break-up with her. He never truly released her from their bond. She mind-absently rubbed her stomach, knowing full well that nothing would ever grow inside of her. Oh...it was a wound that never fully closed, a wound she still carried with her to this day, even though she never talked about it in details with Dean. Dean knew, of course, that she was barren. He knew her fiancé left her and she later had to kill him herself. Two sentences one horrible crisis night was all Dean ever knew and yet he still stayed. He still wanted her. He never thought she was less than a woman. At the thought of him, Oya choked on her drink and put the bottle on the table.

Her eyes slowly filled themselves with unshed tears as she looked back at the stage and a passionate Jake hitting the high notes of the song. Her family was gone, years ago. Killed by a demon and slain by a disease she could do nothing about. The demon was killed, with the help of Dean Winchester, and she could finally mourn for their deaths. There were days when Oya was missing them, and on days like these, she was very sensitive and usually was even easier to anger. There were days when she could think of them without feeling her soul crumbling within her core. On good days, she would talk to them, casually mentioning how well she was doing considering all the crap she had to put up with. She would tell them about the Winchesters and that weird angel she befriended. She would go on and on about Sam and how the two of them geeked out on magical artifacts and new spells. She would talk about him figuring out how much she cared for Dean and trying to show that he was supportive without saying it. She would talk about Dean, and how safe he made her feel, how she wanted to wake up to see another day because he was here and how worried she was for him because she knew him. She would talk about Castiel and how he made her change her mind about 'one' angel. He was the exception to the rule that said angels were cunts and couldn't be trusted. And she loved the three of them dearly. More than she could even dare say at this point. They were her family. They were the lighthouse in her chaos and she wanted to come back to them, she needed them to come back to her.

~Don't try to sleep through the end of the world. Bury me alive 'Cause I won't give up without a fight.~

« If you love me let me goooooo... »

Oya sang again. Her head still swinging to the rhythm as she took another sip of her beer. Jake. Jake was very new to her life. She first met him a year ago, which was a lot in hunter years. He was a good man, and while she could see how different he was from his brothers, there still was the Winchester vibe he couldn't get rid of. There still was the lingering pain that was barely at the surface, the moments of silence and long pauses in between sentences were also shared between the brothers but Oya was used to them so it didn't bother her. Unlike Sam and Dean, however, Jake was able to make a life for himself, a life far from the supernatural world. He was more laid back than they were and embraced life a lot more than them. While Dean and Sam were walking sacrificial lambs, Jake wanted to live. He wanted to bite Life and live it to its fullest and perhaps that was one more reason she liked him. He was full of life, despite what she knew were tragedies after tragedies. He was a Winchester, he had to have suffered at some point in his life. He was a hunter, and that also came with its painful package. The loss of friends, the loss of family, you name it, Jake probably went through this too.

« If you love me let me gooooo. »

She sang again, unable to stop herself from crying the tears she had stored before. She let them roll, Jake's music allowed for tears to roll down after all. Oya sighed and wiped them off of her face with the back of her hand. He couldn't possibly write such beautiful lyrics without at least having felt them before. How could he touch Oya's soul if it wasn't something he went through as well? She was amazed by his skills, by the way, he could put in his voice the weight of sorrow and heartbreak or the way he was able to convey joy in bouncier songs. She loved Jake. He was a very good friend, always ready to listen to her, always ready to mess up with her, always ready for a good laugh and a nice joke. She wanted to preserve this, this state of being, that peace that existed in between them. Tonight, like each night she got to listen to him, Oya wouldn't bring work to Jake. She would make sure he doesn't get sucked into her world as he wished. She leaned her cheek against the warm palm of her hand and smiled at Jake as he finished singing and acknowledged her presence with a nod towards her. She raised her glass and smiled more broadly. she watched him put his guitar on the side after he announces a short break to refresh his throat, a nice excuse to share a drink with Oya before he returned on stage. Life is good. Life was good.