White Bloodline

CHAPTER 2: Sweet Pea

CHAPTER 2: SECOND EFFLORESCENCE

SWEAT PEA ~ Pleasure

Meaning: Departure, Blissful pleasure, Appreciation, Tenderness, Delicate pleasure, Lasting pleasure.

My dearest loving Sweet pea,

With a heart so tender and mild;

God has blessed me through your life,

Since you were born my child.

You are so sweet and tender,

With a smile as warm as the sun;

You have touched my life every way possible,

Since the day your life begun.

It has been my joy to see,

You grow each passing day;

And to be a part of your wonderful life,

Is worth more than words can say.”

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

The man pushes me down on his bed with force enough to make me land on its sinking layers. It’s quite dark in his room, but I can still manage to make out the outlines of the furniture. Full moon shines upon us from a giant half-ball window on the ceiling.

He then starts to undress himself by opening his buttons one by one, making me panic. I scramble back until my bare back hits the head of his large bed.

A wicked smile starts to play on his lips as he unfolds his shirt, welcoming my eyes with the sight of his bare chest.

My eyes widen. His body is just the naked torso sculptures that I’ve seen every day at the art room inside this mansion ─ muscled and smooth on the eyes ─ except for the part that his has a livelier color on.

“Enjoying what you’re seeing?” His tone sounds like a tease.

I quickly look away in an instant, but for some reasons my cheeks start to burn with red. Or, right, almost forget how rebellious by body’s reaction can be.

“That’s alright. You can see as much as you want,” he says as the starts climbing on the bed, approaching my feet. I pull them towards me so that he won’t touch me. “We will be husband and wife soon enough, anyway.”

“No,” I manage to mumble.

“No?” He crooks his eyebrow in confusion, as if this whole thing isn’t insane enough. “You don’t want to see me naked?”

“No!” I can’t help but blush deeper this time. “I mean I don’t want to marry you.”

“So you don’t want to marry me, but you want to see my naked body? You’re so greedy, Catalia,” he teases with a chuckle.

“No, that’s not what I mean at all!” My whole body is burning with red by this point. “I mean I don’t want to be rape by you.”

“Rape? Who says anything about raping you?”

“Then what were you men doing back then, throwing us women into the dungeon and dragging us to your rooms?” I ask in anger.

“That’s all part of the process, Catalia. I don’t expect you to understand. After all, this is all new to you. But why don’t we just have fun on the way?” He tries to inch closer as I push myself away from him. “Why are you so afraid of me now? Aren’t you excited when I kissed you before? You even excited enough to let out your phenomenal fragrance,” he adds, for some reasons I believe to make me blush even harder than before.

He wants to make me feel ashamed.

“Th-that’s becaus─”

He silence me with his lips on mine, capturing my lips strongly below his. His hands roam my body, slipping the straps of my nightgown and pulls the rest as easy and natural as breathing, making it land on the circle of my waist. Our bare chests contact each other and make me glow with heat and cold at the same time.

I can’t do this.

Before I even realize it, I’ve shaking in fear at place. He realizes this and pulls away to look at me. The he gaps.

“How can you charm me like this?”

“What charm? I didn’t do anything.” I begin to sob as my first tears fall down from the corner of my eyes and down to my cheek.

“It’s not just your beauty. Your fragrance is something I never smell before in my entire life. Your body glows and reveals the purest and sexiest curves. Your skin,” he touches the bottom of my right breast with his left and my back with his left hand to feel it and makes me moan unwillingly, “is so smooth and sensible. And that face,” he removes the hand on my back to cares my left cheek as I wince, “just says ‘Touch me’ even despite the words that have slipped from your red lips.”

I can’t take it anymore. I feel so dizzy. His Juniper scent is hovering over me powerfully, coating every inch of my body and taking control of my everything by its assertive force.

I fall back weakly, but he catches me just before I hit the head of the bed.

He places my head on his pillow and then starts showering me with his kisses. Each contact build up something in me, and I just feel like I want to explode.

First, he kisses my forehead, my nose, each of my checks, my lips, my neck, and then travel down to shoulders, each of my hands from the top and down to the tips of my fingers, each of my breasts, down to my stomach, and eventually my core. My nightgown is still there, so he rips it apart to it it bare before leaning in.

My body jolts up when he reaches down there. I have no idea what he does, but it makes me feel something I never felt before. I can’t explain how amazing it feels by words. I don’t feel like it has the justice to. All I want is just to keep feeling that way and over and over again. Pleasured moans escape my lips, this time I don’t hold back. Why will I do that when all he gives me are just pleasant feelings?

“....More,” I mumble when he raises his tongue from my core, saliva dripping wet from it and his mouth.

I feel so wet like never before. Not the unpleasant kind of wetness, but a heavenly one.

Our bodies are so wet.

And the bed as well, I think.

He only smirks at me. Something dark is glowing in his rare kind of eyes. He is charming me, I begin to register. He’s using his fragrance on me so that I won’t resist his touch. And that’s even worst.

How can I be charmed so cold and sweet at the same time?

He intentionally pauses for a few minutes, taking a good look at what he has made me look like ─ flushed and breathless ─ before kissing the rest of my feet from my tights and down to the toes. He then brings himself up to kiss my lips again.

“I believe that you are ready now?” He asks huskily.

Both hands spread my legs so wide suddenly that my core aches. The pain just last for a moment, because soon it is replaced by pleasure. I can feel his head peaking at the edge of my entrance, taking in the first touch of our private parts. It feels nice when he does it, and judging from the smirk on his face, I think he enjoys it too and know that I do.

He looks at me in the eyes and then inserts me deeper, making all hell broke lose.

The pain hurts so bad, I let out a loud scream. Tears cover my sight soon. My body begins to sweat heavily. My hole is protesting.

“You’re so beautiful, Catalia.” His words sound breathless as hell, but for some reasons when I look up I can barely see him sweating. He inserts my hole deeper and deeper until he reaches the limit despite my wailing soreness. “And you are all mine.” He places his palm on my sticky cheeks before pulling out from my forbidden hole.

“I-It...hurts...” I say when I can talk again. The sound of my beating heart hits me like a speeding car.

“I know. You’re a virgin. This is your first time, so of course it naturally would,” he mutters, showering my naked body with kisses despite the stickiness caused by my sweat.

He knows. I was still pure. That it would hurt so bad. But why did he still do it?

As if reading my mine, he says, “You are now my wife, and I will never let anyone touches you again. Moreover, you’re a virgin. I, your husband, should be the one taking you for your first time. That’s why I took your virginity.”

His words hit me like a burning tin in my heart. He hurt me just to take away my purity? My eyes let out more tears, but this time it’s not because of the pain that my lower part ache of. It’s because of my dignity being thrown right on my face, knowing I won’t have more.

He has stained me....

“Now, now, Catalia. No reason to cry. You did great even though you were inexperience. You did just perfectly as I wanted you to. You’re not a disappointment to your husband at all,” he tries to calm me down, but it’s useless. It won’t work when he’s the one that causes me to be upset.

“No, let go of me. You raped me and you took away my virginity! Don’t touch me with your dirty hands!” I spat between tears.

He has an amused smile on his face. “Well, that’s not what I heard when you demanded me to touch you more,” he says with a proud smirk on his face.

“That’s─”

He pinches my right n****e, stopping me from talking and moaning in pain loudly.

“Stop making excuses, Catalia. You’re my wife now. I can touch you anywhere and anytime now,” he warns me with that same dangerous tone that he used back then in the underground dungeon ─ the same one that he used to get Narcissus away from me.

He pulls a stand of my hair and brings it to his lips to be kissed softy, his eyes returning to its lustful mood. He then puts me into a better sitting position instead of hovering over me and making me feel uncomfortable, with him sitting right in front.

“Anyway, I think you should know the real history of our family now. The women that are born from the Cainvarna clan already have their destiny sealed ─ To serve the Cainvarna men. This tradition will not just happen at any night as well. When the full moon is rising for the two hundred and thirteenth time, our Hanabito clan will let their young males who have each their puberty to choose their own wives.

“Our family, the Cainvarna clan, is almost produced by the mixture of Hanabitos, a race that only exist in this family. We are the only clan in this world that has Hanabitos living in it. A Hanabito has different smells from the others. You probably have suspicion why you can smell like a certain flower, but you probably haven’t. That was why our family keeps that garden, which covers most of the mansion, to prevent the underage to realize about this.

“That was why you were thrown on the dungeon ─ to be taken by me. But we do have to seal the deal of becoming husband and wife. That was why I have s*x with you. You need to understand that it has to be done, or else you can be taken by another man. I don’t think I can hold back myself if that ever happen, though. I’ll kill mercilessly to have you back, just so you know.

“And don’t worry. I am a very influential person as well in the family, so you don’t have to worry about your future. You will be taken care off. I can provide you with anything you need ─ money, clothes, food, health ─ everything. You just name it.

“You’re really lucky, you know, Catalia? If I have been late for even a minute, you might actually be taken by that Narcissus boy and not me. You don’t want to be with him, though, since he is nothing but a lower class in this family. So you better take what is already given to you and accept it appreciatively. Also─”

“My sister,” I cut him from continuing any further. I have been sitting still and keep listening to him. But I just can’t hold it any longer. It has been a while since they kidnapped us. Who knows what kind of evil deeds they have done to her! I need to save Genevieve.

“Excuse me?”

“Genevieve is my sister. They’ve took her as well. But she is only fourteen. Will you free her?”

His eyes stoned like a gorgeous midnight blue gem. He seems to be thinking and concerning about it, and I can only hope for the best that he will agree.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he replies after a minute or two.

I can’t actually sigh a relief, but at least my hope can get bigger chances.

“What will you do in return?” he asks me.

I gulp before replying, “I thought you can give me anything I want.”

“I did say that, but this is different. We’re talking about kidnapping someone else’s wife right now.”

“Someone else’s wife? She is my sister!” I raise my voice in anger without being able to control myself. They can hurt me, but I won’t accept it if they hurt my little sister.

“Yes, she is your sister. But this is the full moon when male Hanabitos find their wives and wed them. We can’t interfere this case openly.”

“But it is possible, right?” I press.

He nods.

“Catalia,” he breathed my name with such strong intonation as he take my hands into his and just feel them.

As a respond, I don’t do anything and just stare blankly. Why does he like saying my name like that way?

Catalia came from the flower of Catalina. It is an enchanting flower, has many different colors and variant. I have three of my favorites of kind ─ Roadside Wild Catalina, Alvarez Catalina, and Santa Catalina.

Roadside Wild is my most favorite, because it has the most breath-taking assimilation of soft magenta crowns, midnight blue deep ends, and the liveliest pistils and stamens.

Alvarez becomes my second favorite because of its cute pink blush that spread across each of its crown vertically, its organizable brown spots, and practically just how white the rest of its crowns are.

Santa finds its own ladder to climb to the top and win my heart since its sight is totally different from the others. It has green crowns with red lines around the tips here and there. Each of its petals has unique heart shapes with pointiness on its middle. Not many might enjoy seeing it, but I can always appreciate a true beauty like it.

Thinking about it again, how does he know my name in the first place?

“How did you know my name?” I ask, breaking the silence.

He looks up to my eyes and answers, “Because I already knew it.” That’s not exactly an answer, but I don’t want to pressure him and create troubles.

“I don’t know yours,” I simply state.

“Would you like to know?” He offers.

“Yes, please,” I reply.

“My name is Julius,” he introduces himself and kisses the back of my right hand. “Julius Eucalitus él Cainvarna. It’s a pleasure to finally introduce myself to my new wife, Catalia Blanch dé Cainvarna.”

A dangerous smirk starts to climb its way up to his lips as he lets go of my hand. I can’t help but to feel a shudder creeping its way from the back of my bones. That’s when I finally realize part of the reason why I palpitate. My body is so bare that nothing is covering me from his eyes or touch.

With a panic shrink, I pull my hands and legs to cover any important parts that I can cover. Julius only chuckles at my reaction, but I still keep myself covered as much as possible. There is not even a sheet to help me.

“Why are you hiding yourself from your husband, Catalia?” He asks, setting his teeth on edge. “There is no need to be shy around me. I like you completely naked just fine,” he says, trying to pull my hands away from my breasts, but doesn’t try too hard on removing my hands form my chest. I look at him in disbelieve. “When it’s just the two of us, anyway,” he adds. Somehow that one makes a slightly relief.

“I want to check on Genevieve now. Can we do that?”

“I like the idea of you using the emphasis of ‘we’ ─ it makes it really sounds as we’re a very good couple. I don’t know whether we can see her, though. Someone might have taken her, but maybe not just yet. The younger males are usually woken up rather late to pick their wives in their own ages. So, what do you say, Catalia. Are you ready to take the risk?” Julius stands up from the bed to my side and offers me his hand.

Pulling my nightgown, I take his hand and he leads me outside, back again to the dungeon.

“Genevieve?” I dare myself to ask her name, which echoes through the empty torture room.

The torture room isn’t the only room in the dungeon, though. There is also the storage where they keep the tools for tormenting the prisoners that are unlucky enough to mess with the Cainvarna family and get captured. Other than the storage, the other door among the three in here leads to the cells where they keep the prisoners. As far as my life in this mansion, though, I have never seen any prisoners being locked inside. The cells are always empty, but are in there as if waiting for people to get in.

The underground is like the dark side of the bright, loving mansion it seems from the outside.

“There is no one here,” I say to Julius after getting to reply.

“I better check first,” he replies to me. “Nothing is what is seems after all, Catalia. They might be hiding her somewhere inside one of the hidden passage ways.”

My eyes widen. “There are secret passage ways in this mansion? I didn’t know that they is any, let alone more than one.”

Julius looks at me with his mystical blue gems sparkling under the dim light of the room. “There are a lot of things you still don’t know about this family, Catalia. And to answer your question, you are not suppose to know about the passage ways. Only the males know about it and remember it in the back of our minds. But since you’re my wife now, I don’t see a reason to hide it from you.”

He leaves me to enter the cell room. I don’t know why he does that, though. It’s not like they are hiding my little sister in there. They never use the cells. Or are they? The temperature in the torment room snaps me to realization of how cold it is, so I bring my arms around my chest to warm myself.

It’s no use, though. It’s already too freezing in here. Moreover, I’m only wearing my thin nightgown, which always feels warm inside my small bedroom. I wish I had worn thicker clothes. Why didn’t Julius give me something to wear, though?

Just right after thinking about it, Julius comes back from behind me to cover my freezing body with his blazer.

“Thank y─”

I turn to around to say my gratitude, but am shock to see who’s behind me. And whose jacket am I wearing.

“Amaranth?”

His short drops of milky blonde hair falls down to the circle around his neck like honey, smooth and delicate with the color that represents us siblings. His eyes hold worry and concern as I am, knowing that our little sister is missing.

Amaranth doesn’t look right at me when I turn around. Instead he keeps them low on the floor, and then when he notices me staring at him that he slowly runs up his eyes to meet mine.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters slowly, grief in his eyes.

“Is she....death?” I ask the worst possibility with a hitching tone. “Is Genevieve death?”

“I’m not saying sorry for her,” Amaranth simply replies.

“Don’t scare me like that.” I let go of the breath that I’ve unconsciously has been holding back. “Then what is it that you’re saying sorry for?” I ask him.

He looks at me sharp in the eyes, for a moment looking like a stranger than my little brother.

“For this.”

He smashes his lips against mine, devours them quickly even before I can register what is going on. His one hand is already restricting mine back to the wall behind me when I start to push him away, while the other one starts groping my left breast strongly. I scream instinctively, but he uses that opportunity to insert his tongue inside my mouth and swallow my scream. Tears slide from my eyes as he releases his fragrance as a sign of being aroused.

I can’t believe that my brother is raping me.

I thought we are more than just brother and sister, but also good friends. We are always so close to each other ever since we were born, but how could he do this to me? Has the need of lust control his mind enough to let it kill the judgment in his heart?

“No....”

I can barely whisper the words as the hand he uses to hold me moves down to my core, leaving my hands because he already know that I am already weak enough after being linger with his flower’s scent. I’ve seen the effect it has on girls that admire him. I never saw him touch them so inappropriate like this. But after tonight, who knows how many girls he has stained.

Amaranth starts rubbing my vulva with his thumb, his tongue hungrily take my tongue by force. After that, he pulls his thumb away from my vulva and licks the liquid that is covering his finger with its wetness.

“So sweet....” He moans in a husky tone. “You know, big sister? I don’t think I ever feel sorry after all. Because after all of these years of holding myself back, I can finally feel you,” his husky confession makes me dizzy. And to prove his point, he presses his arousing bottom part to me, forcing me to feel it as well. “Imagine feeling like that for the pass sixteen years. I’m almost dying inside, sis. But now ─ now I can finally have you.”

“You’re too late for that,” Julius interrupts, appearing suddenly from behind Amaranth’s broad shoulders. His eyes narrow dangerously when my brother’s c**k is inches close from entering my forbidden hole by one of my legs lifting.

I don’t even have any idea how Amaranth can lift it without me realizing. My head is just dizzy and has stopped working properly again, like the time when Julius has me.

“Catalia is already my wife. So you better get away from her before I even have to kill her own brother,” Julius states in anger.

And to emphasis that he’s dead serious, the wall explodes just beside me, revealing vines moving inside it with stems as poisonous as Monkshood.

Or perhaps even deadlier.

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬