Lakeside Remembrance

It was well into the late morning when Visenya woke to the sun gleaming in through the windows. The merry songs of the birds were carried in by the cool autumn breeze, and the soft, sensual kisses placed upon her neck awakened all of her desires once more.

Lucian's strong, masculine body covered her delicate form as he showered her with tender kisses, trailing from her neck down to her ample breasts. In that moment, she discovered the virility of the man adoring her, taking her over and over until the sun's first light appeared in the morning sky.

Now, he was ready for another round, and how could she ever resist this irresistible man? With each brush of his lips against her heated flesh, she released an elated breath. His desire to seek refuge within the cozy warmth of her body was evident, despite the soreness he had caused from their strenuous all-night encounter.

"If you keep going at this rate, I won't be able to walk," she playfully teased.

"That's alright, I'll carry you wherever you need to go," he replied with a confident smile.

"I'm hungry," she voiced. "Aren't you hungry?"

"Yes," he groaned, unable to resist as he slipped himself inside of her. "So very hungry... I can devour you completely."

"What have I done?" She moaned with every inch he filled her with. "I've unleashed the beast in you."

"And there's no taming me now," he warned, as he nibbled at her bottom lip.

She eagerly grabbed a handful of his firm backside, pulling him in even deeper, causing him to throw his head back and grunt in approval.

"Do you feel that?" He gasped, his breath hitched with pleasure. "Do you feel how perfectly we fit together?"

"Yes," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of ecstasy and longing.

"I love the way you take me, baby," he confessed, his voice filled with raw desire. "How you take every inch of me."

"And I want it," she moaned, her voice filled with an insatiable craving. "I want every last part of you."

He gave her exactly what she wanted, which was no hard task since he wanted it too. He had never thought sex could be this good. The sheer pleasure he experienced surpassed his wildest expectations. Although, it had always been a very enjoyable experience with her, it now felt like he was ascending to new heights each time they made love.

Now that they were connected, truly and completely mated, it was as if their bodies communicated on an entirely different plane. He took his time with her this round, loving her thoroughly until she was screaming his name. They lay intertwined in each other's arms afterward, their gaze locked, completely unburdened by the world.

“Now that we have satisfied my appetite... for now," he smirked, "it's time to tend to yours. What would you like for breakfast, baby?”

"Whatever you make... I'm not picky," she insisted.

He kissed her lips again, his desire for them insatiable. He just couldn't get enough of her.

She giggled into his kiss, gently pushing against his chest. "You better feed me before you ravage me again," she playfully demanded.

He pressed his semi-hard cock against her thigh, his tongue tracing the contours of her plump lips. "You're driving me wild, woman," he huffed with need.

He jumped out of bed and quickly slipped on his undershorts. "I'll be right back."

"I'll be right here," she coquettishly fluttered her pretty eyelashes at him.

Eager to return to her, he rushed out of the room, while she slowly emerged from the bed, her knees weak and muscles aching with each step. She decided to indulge in a nice, hot bath while Lucian prepared her something to eat.

When she finished, she stepped out of the bath, wrapping herself in a towel just as Lucian entered the room with her breakfast.

"Perfect timing," she beamed, pleased with the synchronicity of their actions.

Lucian's gaze locked onto her from across the room, and he strode purposefully towards her, effortlessly lifting her into his arms bridal style. "How dare you wash me from your thighs?" He whispered, his voice filled with a mix of desire and playfulness.

A mischievous smile played on her lips as she responded, "You'll have plenty of opportunities to mark your territory again and again."

"Indeed, I will," he agreed, carrying her with ease over to the table.

The tantalizing aroma filled the air, making her stomach growl in anticipation. "That smells delicious," she couldn't help but exclaim. "You made us an omelette?"

"Mhm... ham, mushroom, and cheese, with a touch of parsley and chives," he announced proudly as he settled her onto his lap, proceeding to feed her in the most intimate and loving way.

"Mmm... so good," she praised, savoring the flavors. "Where did you learn to cook?"

His radiant mood suddenly shifted, and a hint of sorrow crept into his eyes, tugging at her heartstrings as if it were her own.

With a deep breath, he began to share his story. "Whenever my mother fell sick, my father would force me to care for her. Many times, he'd make me cook for her, usually as a form of punishment for some ill-mannered behavior I had imposed upon him. I had no choice but to learn from the kitchen help because most times it would be the only way that I would eat that day myself. I despised every moment of it, and I was often resentful towards him. But whenever I walked into my mother's quarters with whatever awful concoction I had managed to create, her smile would light up the whole room. She appreciated every meal I made, no matter how imperfect. It made me want to be better, for her. Her words of encouragement, her pride in my efforts... they meant everything. I never understood my father's motives back then, but now I think I do."

"It sounds like he loved your mother very much," Visenya remarked, her voice filled with empathy.

"I guess he did..." Lucian sighed, his voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and pain. "In his own way."

Visenya hesitated for a moment before asking, her voice gentle, "And your mother... did she perish with the rest of your people?"

"No, she died when I was just a boy," Lucian replied, his tone carrying a hint of sadness.

"Oh..." Visenya's voice softened with sympathy. "I'm so sorry."

"It's alright. It was a long time ago." Lucian reassured her, his voice calm.

Curiosity filled Visenya's eyes as she inquired further, "What was her name? Your mother?"

Lucian's surprise was evident as he looked at her, never expecting to be asked about his mother, let alone utter her name. "Catalina."

Visenya's smile brightened as she responded, "That's a beautiful name. I bet she was beautiful too."

A genuine smile graced Lucian's face as he met her gaze. "She was," he admitted softly. "Just like you."

They finished their breakfast, and afterwards, Lucian surprised Visenya with some exquisite new dresses. He had commissioned the finest seamstress from the Lycan Kingdom to create them specifically for her. The styles were subtly enchanting, adding an elegant touch that made her radiate the same grace he had always admired.

In response to her snarky comment about now having something nice to wear inside the castle, he decided to indulge her and take her for a leisurely stroll along the tranquil lake. While venturing into the kingdom was still out of the question due to obvious reasons, he effortlessly convinced her that it was best to avoid other people until she regained control over her unpredictable "moods". Although partially true, he also had his own selfish motives for wanting their secluded time together.

Hand in hand, they walked along the shimmering lake, the gentle breeze brushing against their faces. Visenya appeared completely content, finding solace in the simplicity of their intimate moment together amidst the natural beauty.

"You know," she paused, embracing him, "when I woke up that day after the accident, I felt so lost and empty inside. But the moment I saw you and we touched for the first time, I knew deep within my soul that everything would be alright. I feel so safe with you, so at peace, so... complete. I may not remember anything from my past, but I feel like my soul has known you all my life. And if my memories never return, I feel content knowing that I have you by my side. You're all that I need, Lucian.”

He had never heard anything so beautiful in all his life, and he knew deep down that he didn't deserve a single word of it. Yet, despite his unworthiness, his heart fluttered with every enunciation that she had just bestowed upon him.

"And you're all that I need..." He pulled her waist closer to him, his voice filled with sincerity. "You're all that I've ever needed, Visenya, and I vow to never take you for granted again."

She looked at him quizzically, her eyes searching for answers. "Again?"

"Ever..." He quickly corrected himself, realizing his mistake. "I meant ever."

She dismissed his slip of the tongue and surrendered to his kiss. Their lips locked passionately, leaving them both breathless and longing for more.

"I think it's time that I take you back to bed," he suggested, a hint of desire in his voice.

"Yes, sir," she responded seductively. And with that, he whisked her away towards the castle, their passion fueling their every step.

On their way back, she noticed something that caught her attention—a memorial site nestled beside a bed of beautiful lilies.

"What is that?" She questioned, veering off their path.

Lucian's heart sank as soon as he saw what she was referring to. She approached the gravesite, noticing that the dirt had been dug up not long ago.

"Who's buried here?" She locked eyes with him, her gaze unyielding.

Lucian had spent days weaving a web of lies, but as he stood there looking into those sweet, innocent eyes of hers, he just couldn't bring himself to deceive to her... not about this.

"Our daugh..." he choked, his voice trembling. "Our daughter is buried here."

"Oh..." tears welled up in her eyes. "What happened to her?"

He walked up from behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "She just didn't make it through the birth. It wasn't anything you did, okay? I want you to understand that. It's not your fault."

She shook her head in acknowledgment, gently swiping away the tears that stained her cheeks. "Did we give her a name?" She asked, her voice trembling with emotion.

"No," Lucian replied softly, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"We should give her a name," she insisted. "Something to remember her by."

"What would you like to name her, darling?" He asked, his voice filled with tenderness.

She pondered for a moment, her mind searching for the perfect name. Finally, a radiant smile spread across her face. "Catalina," she whispered, the name carrying the weight of their love and loss.

As if sealing their decision, Lucian leaned in and placed a gentle kiss upon her tear-streaked cheek. "I think it's perfect," he murmured, his words filled with a bittersweet reverence.

They adorned Catalina's grave with freshly picked flowers, symbolizing their everlasting love for her. With heavy hearts, they turned away and slowly made their way back to the castle, the weight of their loss lingering in the air like a haunting melody.

That night, as darkness enshrouded the world, Visenya tossed and turned in her sleep, her dreams plagued by restless shadows. Suddenly, she jolted awake, her piercing scream shattering the stillness of the night, echoing the depths of her terror.

Lucian awoke to the sound of her screams, immediately reaching out to comfort her troubled mind. He held her tightly, assuring her repeatedly that it was only a nightmare and it was all over now.

"It felt so real..." she whimpered, tears streaming down her face. "I was shackled to a wall, surrounded by an endless abyss of darkness. I cried out desperately, begging for help, but no one ever came. I was so scared."

"Shhh..." His embrace tightened, gently guiding her hand to rest upon his mark, knowing it would instantly alleviate her distress. "It was just a nightmare. You're safe now."

In his arms, she found solace, her anxious heart calmed by his love and protective aura. Yet, amidst the tranquility, there was another emotion emanating from him, one she struggled to comprehend or reconcile with the current circumstances.

Why did she sense such a heavy burden of guilt?