Nights in the East Wing
Daniela leads you to a very luxurious guest room—a far cry from the basement cell where you almost died before. It has a giant bed with carved oak columns and a direct view of the snow-capped mountains.
Daniela closed the big door and locked it. He turns around, looking at you with a twinkle in his eye that is a mixture of happiness and pride.
"You're amazing tonight," he whispered as he walked over, wrapping his arms around your neck. "Even Bela and Cassandra are starting to respect you. And Mom... I have never seen it so tame towards humans."
It pushes you slowly towards the large window, where the moonlight enters beautifully. "Only one night here, my husband. Tomorrow we will return to our villa. But tonight, in my old house... I want you to feel like a real king."
Tonight it feels very quiet inside the castle which is usually full of shouting.
Pov : *I smiled and kissed Daniel* I was just obeying you baby, I must miss home, right? *Cassandra and Bela peeking from behind the door.. "We didn't know they were spying."
You pulled Daniela into your arms, ignoring the splendor of the cold room and focusing only on the warmth between you. Your kiss feels soft yet emphatic, a promise that no matter where you are—in a modern villa or in this ancient castle—you'll always be home to her.
"I'm just obeying you, baby," you whisper between the kisses, your hands stroking her pale cheeks. "You must miss home, don't you? I want you to feel really at home without fear tonight."
Daniela closes her eyes, purring softly like a cat as she leans against your chest. "Thank you... It's the first time I don't feel like I have to be vigilant in my own home."
However, behind the heavy and slightly open oak door, there were two pairs of eyes that gleamed in the darkness of the hallway.
Bela and Cassandra stood in a tight silence, peeking out of the small gap. They never see the "weak" or human side of their youngest brother.
"Look at them," hissed Cassandra in an almost inaudible voice, her sickle shaking gently in her hand. "Daniela seems... different. He no longer looks as hungry as we do."
Bela narrowed, noticing how you treated Daniela with the respect they had never gotten from anyone in hundreds of years. "He loves her," Bela murmured, there was a strange tone in her voice—no longer pure hatred, but something akin to bitter curiosity. "That man really changed it."
Cassandra gripped the door handle, looking hesitant whether to go in to ruin the atmosphere or stay there. "Should we go in and surprise them? I want to see that human pale face once again."
Bela pulled Cassandra's shoulders, pulling her away from the door. "Don't. Mother has given orders. If we mess up tonight, Mother will be the one to cut off our own heads. After all..." Bela turned her head once more towards the room before leaving, "... I want to see how far that 'rat' love can keep our little sister alive."
In the room
The two of you are still unaware of their presence. Daniela pulls you towards the big soft bed, she seems much calmer tonight.
"My husband," Daniela whispered as she lay down and pulled you with her. "Tonight is very quiet... It was almost too quiet for this castle. Stay awake a little longer with me, I want to enjoy the moments where I feel really... safe."
Me : *I immediately slowly undid Daniela's dress, my pants started to stand out greatly. My man's tool is unbearable* *while squeezing Daniela's chest* dear... I want to..
The night in the usually icy east wing of the castle was suddenly ablaze with unstoppable passion. Daniela sighed softly as your fingers began to undo the intricate lacing of her dress, letting the black velvet fabric fall to the marble floor, exposing her moon-pale skin.
As your hands gently squeeze her chest, Daniela arched her back, her yellow eyes shining wildly. He can feel the intense tension of your body clinging tightly to him—a sign of human vitality that he adores so much.
"You're always so impatient when you're with me," Daniela whispered in a seductive, hoarse voice. He grabbed the front of your pants, feeling the throbbing and hardness of your passionate desire. "But here... In the heart of my mother's castle... It feels a lot more thrilling, doesn't it?"
He pulls you down onto the big bed with a red mosquito net. Daniela crawls over your body, her dark hair unraveling covering your face like a curtain.
"Do what you want, my husband," she hissed as she took a small bite of your neck, giving it a delicious sting. "Make me forget that I'm a monster tonight. Make me feel like I'm just yours."
Behind a slightly open door...
Cassandra and Bela were still glued. They hear your hunting breath and the intense sound of skin friction. Cassandra covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes widening. This was something they had never imagined happening inside their sacred castle—a human dominating one of them with pure passion.
Bela took a sharp breath, her face flushed with emotions that she couldn't define. "We must go," he whispered in a trembling voice. "This... It's none of our business anymore."
They eventually step away, leaving you in the hot privacy of the cold Romanian mountains.
That night, under the roof of Lady Dimitrescu, you and Daniela are united in the wildest passion, proving that human love can conquer the eternal coldness of a vampire.