Before Marie returned to the tent, Lorenzo sat alone in the steaming bath, contemplating what she was about to do.
She reached beneath the water and unfastened her undergarment. She removed it carefully, setting it out of sight.
The prosthetic remained. How Marie never questioned her about the leather strings that were holding the prosthetic in place was a miracle.
Now it was freed from any barrier, positioned so the base pressed directly against her bare pussy, against her clit.
Even this slight pressure made her breath catch. Her nipples hardened immediately. She was already sensitive, already anticipating Marie's presence, already feeling the first flush of arousal warming her skin.
She settled back into the water, arranging herself to look casual, relaxed.
The tent flap opened.
Marie entered fully clothed—still wearing the dark riding breeches that hugged her curves, the fitted black jacket, the high-collared shirt beneath. Her arms were folded across her chest, one eyebrow arched in that expression of exasperated amusement Lorenzo had come to adore.
"You could have asked for anything," Marie said, her tone dry. "Anything at all. Help with maps, with supplies, with weapons. And this is what you request?"
Lorenzo's smirk widened. She leaned back in the tub, utterly relaxed despite the chaos of preparation happening outside.
"You should enjoy this as well, you know,"Lorenzo said lazily, gesturing to the steaming water. "This might very well be one of the last warm baths either of us gets before we reach court. The road is long, the inns questionable at best."
Her eyes travelled deliberately over Marie's clothed form. "There is room."
Marie's expression wavered, irritation giving way to something warmer, more heated.
For a moment, she just stood there.
Then, slowly—perhaps more slowly than necessary—she began to undress.
She unfastened the black jacket first, letting it slide from her shoulders and drop to the floor. Then the high-collared shirt, unlacing it with deliberate, measured movements, pulling it over her head to reveal the thin chemise beneath.
Her eyes never left Lorenzo's as she unlaced the riding breeches, pushing them down over her hips, stepping out of them gracefully.
Finally, the chemise. She pulled it up and off in one smooth motion, standing completely naked in the lamplight.
Lorenzo's breathing deepened as she watched—every curve, every line deliberately displayed. Her pulse quickened, and she felt a fresh rush of wetness between her legs.
Marie stepped into the water with a soft sigh that bordered on sensual.
Lorenzo took the opportunity to adjust the prosthetic slightly, ensuring the base was positioned perfectly against her clit. The leather was already slick from the bathwater, and even that small movement sent pleasure sparking through her. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, and she felt her inner walls growing slicker with arousal.
"Alright,"Lorenzo managed. "Come here."
Marie settled between Lorenzo's legs, leaning back against her bare chest.
Lorenzo's arms came around her waist, hands splayed across her stomach beneath the water. Her own skin was flushed now, hot despite the cooling water.
Marie's head fell back against Lorenzo's shoulder, and she turned her face slightly—just enough that her lips brushed Lorenzo's jaw as she exhaled.
"Do you resent me?" Marie asked softly.
Lorenzo's arms tensed. Her nipples were already hard points pressed against Marie's back. "For what?"
"For not believing you. About my family."Marie shifted, and the movement caused her backside to press against Lorenzo's lap.
Against the hard length freed from fabric constraints.
Marie's breath caught when she felt it directly against her skin. Her own nipples hardened immediately at the contact.
Lorenzo swallowed hard. The pressure of Marie's body against the base sent sparks of pleasure directly to her clit. Her pussy clenched again, and she felt herself growing wetter. "I... yes. For a while. When I first realized what your family was doing, and you would not hear it—yes. I resented you for that."
Marie's hand came up to rest on Lorenzo's thigh beneath the water, fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns. Her breathing had already begun to deepen.
"But then," Lorenzo continued, pressing a kiss to Marie's shoulder, "I came to love you more because of it. That loyalty you showed—that is who you are."
She kissed higher along Marie's neck, tasting water and skin.
Marie arched subtly into the touch, pressing back more firmly. Every small movement sent pressure against Lorenzo's clit, making her pussy clench and her breath come faster. Heat was building low in her belly, spreading through her limbs.
Marie could feel her own body responding—her breasts growing heavier, more sensitive. The space between her legs was beginning to ache with a pleasant warmth.
"You do not blame me?" Marie asked breathlessly. "Not even a little?"
She shifted then, carefully turning in the confined space of the tub to face Lorenzo.
Water sloshed as she maneuvered, finally bringing her knees up on either side of Lorenzo's hips.
Before fully settling, Marie reached up and gathered her wet hair with both hands, twisting it into a messy bun atop her head.
The movement lifted her breasts directly to Lorenzo's eye level. Water droplets ran down between them. Her nipples were hard, pink and perfect, so close Lorenzo could feel the heat radiating from her skin.
Marie's own breathing had quickened just from Lorenzo's gaze on her exposed body. She could feel a flush spreading across her chest, down her stomach.
She secured her hair with practiced movements, fully aware of the display, enjoying the way Lorenzo's eyes darkened.
Then she settled properly onto Lorenzo's lap, straddling her completely.
The moment she did, they both gasped.
The prosthetic pressed between them—along Marie's pussy, the base grinding against Lorenzo's swollen clit with sudden, intense pressure.
Lorenzo's pupils dilated immediately. Her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second, her arousal beginning to coat the base where it pressed against her. Her nipples were so hard they ached, and goosebumps rose along her arms despite the warmth of the water.
Marie felt the hard length against her bare flesh and her whole body responded—her nipples tightened further, her skin flushed deeper, and she felt the first real surge of wetness between her legs. Her breathing became shallow, rapid.
Marie's hands came up to cup Lorenzo's face, thumbs brushing her cheekbones tenderly.
"I did the worst possible things," Marie whispered. "I pushed you away. Accused you of lying."
Her hands slid into Lorenzo's wet hair, fingers threading through it, nails scraping lightly against her scalp.
She pressed closer, her soft breasts brushing against Lorenzo's bare, flat chest. The contact made both of them inhale sharply.
"If we are keeping score,"Lorenzo managed, her hands gripping Marie's hips, "I also did a couple of rather questionable things to you."
Marie's hands continued exploring—through Lorenzo's hair, down her neck, across her shoulders, mapping every line of muscle with increasingly bold touches.
She looked at Lorenzo like he was the only certainty left in her world. The only solid ground.
And that look made Lorenzo acutely aware of all the secrets she was still withholding.
The truth about her body. About the curse. About what she truly was.
She was no better than Marie's family—just better at hiding.
But not for long. Not with this new hunger Marie had to know her, to explore, to discover.
"Tell me something," Lorenzo said, desperately trying to maintain control even as her clit throbbed and her pussy clenched rhythmically. "That night on the bearskin rug. What happened?"
Marie's hands stilled in Lorenzo's hair.
She leaned back slightly, her lips hovering just an inch from Lorenzo's—close enough that Lorenzo could feel each exhaled breath, could see Marie's pupils dilating with arousal.
"We kissed," Marie whispered.
Then she rolled her hips.
Slowly. Deliberately.
The prosthetic slid along Marie's pussy, and Lorenzo felt the change immediately—felt how Marie began to move more easily as she grew wetter, her arousal starting to coat the leather surface.
Marie's eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting on a soft gasp. Her nipples tightened even more, her whole body flushing deeper. She could feel her pussy beginning to swell, growing more sensitive with each heartbeat.
Lorenzo's hands tightened on her hips. Her own hips jerked involuntarily as the movement sent sharp pleasure through her clit. She could feel her pussy clenching rhythmically now, growing wetter and wetter. Her breathing came in shorter gasps, her skin burning hot despite the cooling water. Her nipples ached where they brushed against Marie's breasts.
"And then?"Lorenzo's voice was rough.
"And then—" Marie began moving in earnest now, slow rolls of her hips "—we got quite intimate. You touched me everywhere. Made me beg for you."
Marie's breathing was becoming labored now. She could feel herself swelling, opening, growing slick. The ache between her legs was intensifying into genuine need.
Lorenzo's hands slid from Marie's hips to her breasts, cupping them, thumbs finding her hard nipples.
Marie gasped and arched, her movements becoming more purposeful. Her pulse was racing now, pounding in her ears. Heat was pooling low in her belly, spreading like liquid fire through her veins.
With each roll of her hips, she slid more easily along the prosthetic—her pussy growing wetter, slicker, coating the leather. And each movement pressed the base harder against Lorenzo's swollen clit, against her own wet heat.
"But then you said you were too drunk,"Marie breathed, grinding down harder. Her own heartbeat was thundering, her skin hypersensitive. Every point of contact with Lorenzo sent sparks through her nervous system. "That you feared not being able to pleasure me as you know you can"
Lorenzo leaned forward and took Marie's nipple into her mouth.
Marie cried out, her hands flying to Lorenzo's head, fingers tangling in her hair. The sensation shot straight between her legs, making her pussy clench and release a fresh surge of wetness.
Lorenzo sucked hard, using her tongue and teeth, feeling her own pussy clench in response to Marie's sounds. Her clit was throbbing so hard now she thought she might climax just from the pressure. She moved to the other breast while her hands gripped Marie's hips, guiding her movements, encouraging her to grind harder.
"Lorenzo—" Marie's voice was high, desperate, broken by gasps and whimpers.
She was riding Lorenzo now, truly riding her. Each movement made her slide more easily—she was soaking the prosthetic, her arousal coating it, making the friction perfect. Her pussy was swollen, slick, throbbing with each slide along the hard length. She could feel her inner walls clenching rhythmically, empty and desperate. Her clit was swollen and sensitive, and every grind sent shockwaves through her entire body.
And every grind sent pressure through the base directly to Lorenzo's clit. Lorenzo could feel her own arousal dripping now, coating her inner thighs, coating the base. Her pussy was clenching so hard and fast she could barely breathe. Her whole body was trembling, her muscles taut, her skin burning. Her nipples ached, her clit throbbed, and she could feel herself teetering on the very edge of climax.
Lorenzo thought hazily that she might climax in seconds just from this—from the sounds Marie was making, the wet slide of Marie's soaking pussy along the prosthetic, the relentless pressure building against her clit, the way her own body was responding with such desperate need.
Marie had never felt like this—so hot, so needy, so utterly consumed.
Her whole body was flushed now, skin burning. She was panting, unable to catch her breath. Her nipples were so hard they ached. Her pussy was swollen and throbbing, clenching rhythmically with increasing desperation. She could feel wetness literally dripping from her, could feel how swollen and open she was becoming.
The ache low in her belly had become an almost unbearable pressure, a coiling tension that demanded release.
She was starving for more. She wanted Lorenzo inside her. Filling her. Stretching her. Taking her roughly, completely.
But she also wanted to look into Lorenzo's eyes as he came undone. Wanted to see him vulnerable, lost in pleasure, lost in her.
She wanted to know Lorenzo—truly know him. The person who had protected her in ways she was only beginning to understand.
She wanted to give Lorenzo access to parts of herself she had never shared. Her body, her heart, her future.
And perhaps—the thought sent fresh heat and wetness flooding through her, made her pussy clench so hard she whimpered—perhaps one day her belly would swell with Lorenzo's children. She imagined Lorenzo's hands on her pregnant stomach, imagined carrying Lorenzo's baby, and the fantasy was so intense it made her dizzy with need.
The fantasy made her kiss Lorenzo with desperate intensity, grinding harder, faster, chasing the building pressure.
Her clit was throbbing now, swollen and hypersensitive. Every slide sent lightning through her nerves. She was so close, teetering on the edge, her whole body trembling and taut.
"I also told you something else that night," Marie gasped between kisses, her hips moving frantically. Her pussy was clenching so hard now, so wet she was practically dripping, her inner walls spasming with each movement.
Lorenzo was now panting louder. Her own pussy was clenching just as desperately, her clit throbbing violently, her arousal coating everything. She was shaking, her muscles locked tight, teetering on the very edge of climax. "What?"
Marie's hands framed Lorenzo's face, forcing eye contact even as her body continued its frantic rhythm. Her pupils were blown wide, her cheeks flushed deep pink, her lips swollen.
"That I loved you,"she whispered.
Lorenzo's eyes flashed red.
Marie was too lost in her own pleasure to notice, her head falling back as she ground down particularly hard, chasing the release that was building, building, building—
Lorenzo could not stop it this time.
The combination of desire and the scent of Marie's arousal—thick and musky and intoxicating—and the sound of her heartbeat thundering and the slick slide of Marie's soaking pussy along the prosthetic and the relentless pressure against her own throbbing clit and the way her own pussy was clenching so hard and fast she could barely think—it was too much.
She pulled Marie into a bruising kiss, one hand tangling in her hair at the nape of her neck, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.
Marie kissed back with equal ferocity, her movements becoming frantic, desperate.
Lorenzo could feel her fangs pressing against her gums, threatening to extend. Could feel the bloodlust rising to match the sexual need, the two hungers intertwining until she could not separate them.
She was losing control on every front.
Her own hips bucked up to meet Marie's movements, and they both cried out at the increased friction.
Lorenzo's clit was throbbing so violently now she thought she might die from it, swollen and desperate and so sensitive every movement was almost painful pleasure. Her pussy was clenching rhythmically, hard and fast, dripping with need. Her whole body was trembling, locked on the edge, needing just a little more—
Her hands roamed Marie's body with desperate urgency—her breasts, her waist, her hips, her thighs—needing to touch everywhere at once.
She kissed Marie's mouth, her jaw, her throat, fighting the urge to bite, to taste, to mark, to feed.
Marie's whimpers and moans were constant now, breathless sounds of pure need, high-pitched and desperate.
"Please," Marie begged against her mouth, her pussy clenching rhythmically, spasming, her movements erratic and frantic. She was so close, right on the edge, trembling and gasping. "Please, Lorenzo, I need—I need you inside me—I need—"
Lorenzo's hand slid between them, finding where Marie was hottest, slickest, most desperate.
Her fingers slid through Marie's swollen, soaking folds—she was drenched, dripping, so wet Lorenzo's fingers glided effortlessly. She found Marie's clit, swollen and hard, and circled it firmly.
Marie nearly screamed, her entire body jerking violently. Her pussy clenched hard, and she was right there, right on the edge—
"please...don't stop..."
Lorenzo positioned the prosthetic with her other hand, angling it perfectly, and felt the head press against Marie's entrance. Marie was so wet, so open, so ready she would slide in so easily—
Then Lorenzo saw it.
A single tear sliding down Marie's flushed cheek.
Everything stopped.
Lorenzo's hand stilled on Marie's clit. Her other hand froze on the prosthetic.
"Marie,"Lorenzo gasped, her voice guttural, strained. "Look at me."
Marie's eyes opened slowly, glazed with arousal and desperation and bright with unshed tears.
And Lorenzo saw it clearly—the fragility beneath the passion. The desperation that came not from pure desire, but from grief seeking escape. From pain trying to drown itself in pleasure.
Lorenzo's eyes flashed red again, and she squeezed them shut, turning her head away.
Her fangs had fully extended now. She could taste blood in her mouth from where they had cut her own lip.
"No," she said, and the word felt like it was being torn from her very soul. "Not like this."
Her entire body was shaking violently, trembling with the effort of stopping when she was so close, when they were both so close.
Her clit was throbbing painfully, her pussy clenching and spasming and dripping with unfulfilled need. She was teetering on the very edge of climax, her whole body locked and trembling, needing just a few more seconds—
But she stopped.
"But I want—" Marie started, her voice breaking. Her own body was trembling, her pussy still clenching rhythmically around nothing, still desperate, still so close. "Please, I'm so close, I need—"
"I know what you want," Lorenzo interrupted, her voice rough and strained and shaking. She carefully, agonizingly, lifted Marie off her lap—away from the prosthetic, away from the edge they were both teetering on, away from the release they both desperately needed.
She pulled Marie into her arms instead, holding her close, pressing her face against Marie's shoulder to hide the red glow in her eyes, the extended fangs.