C7 The Ring

Charlotte looks down at the ring on her finger and then back up at Ender, her eyes wide with confusion.

"What is it?", Ender asks, his eyes studying her.

"It........it's......gone", she answers.

"What's gone?"

"The hunger", she whispers, "I can't feel it anymore"

"So you don't wanna fuck me anymore?", he grins at her.

Charlotte shoots him an irritated glare, looking back at the ring before she slides it off her finger and immediately the hunger returns, more intense than before. She gasps and doubles over, her hands on her stomach as Ender grabs her shoulders to stop her falling to the floor and picking her up in his arms, he carries her across the room and lays her down on his bed. Sitting beside her on the bed, Ender picks up her hand and slides the ring back on before looking at her.

"There are easier ways to get in my bed, you know", he smirks.

Charlotte blushes and turns her face away, hoping that he doesn't notice. Placing his hand on her cheek, he turns her back to look at him, his eyes strangely warm. Seeing him look at her that way sets off unfamiliar feelings in her, nothing unpleasant but just disconcerting. He did say that she was to be executed but since their arrival, he's shown no sign of wanting to kill her instead he's been nothing but kind.

"You should keep the ring on for now but you will still need to feed", Ender says this as if it were something completely normal.

"What's the point if you're going to kill me anyway?", Charlotte replies.

"Char, if I was going to kill you, don't you think I would have done it by now?", he sighs as he massages his temples.

"So you're not going to kill me?"

"Well not if you keep talking about it", he retorts .

Charlotte is silent for a while as she thinks about this then she looks up at him as something occurs to her.

"If I feed that would mean.......", her voice trails off as warmth spreads across her cheeks.

"Yes Char, that's exactly what it means"

"But.......how......who......I mean.....", she doesn't know what she wants to ask or even if she wants to hear the answers.

"Oh I'm sure we can think of something", he smirks, his eyes twinkling.

Her face turns bright red and she quickly looks away as Ender chuckles beside her which only reminds her of the fact that she's in his bed with him. She realizes how close they are, almost touching and her arousal grows and spreads through her, her nerves tingling with desire.

"You should get some rest now. I need to speak with Samael, I'll be back later to check on you ", says Ender, getting up from the bed.

Feeling a little disappointed, Charlotte nods and watches him leave the room as she wonders why he changed his mind about killing her. So much has happened in the last forty eight hours and she still hasn't had time to process everything, just thinking about it overwhelms her. Lying in Ender's bed, she feels safe somehow, in the short time since they met, she just knows that he would never hurt her. Feeling comfortable and secure, Charlotte falls asleep and on her finger the rings glitters as something stirs inside it's purple depths.

Downstairs in the study, Samael sits at the large mahogany desk while Ender stands at the window, hands in his pockets, as he gazes at the gardens outside. Both brothers are lost in thought until finally Samael speaks, "You need to find out who her parents are and where the ring came from. Only a powerful witch could have created an inhibiting spell like that, this is not the work of a succubus"

"I'll have to return to the convent. One of the older nuns might know something.....I don't trust the Mother Superior, something doesn't feel right", Ender shakes his head as he speaks.

"Your instincts have never failed you before, brother", Samael's eyes flicker to his younger brother.

"Even with the ring on, she still needs to feed. When she removed the ring after putting it on , the hunger was intensified and she almost fainted. It only inhibits the symptoms, it's not a cure"

"Will you take care of it or shall I?", Samael's blue eyes twinkle with amusement.

Ender glances back at him sharply, a look of annoyance flitting briefly across his face but doesn't answer.

"You care for her", Samael states simply as he studies his brother.

Ender shrugs his shoulders indifferently, his face expressionless, "She is alone and defenseless, she doesn't fully understand what she is"

"So you won't kill her?", Samael asks, his gaze unwavering.

"Would you?", Ender shoots back.

Samael pauses before answering, "It would be a pity to kill such an intriguing creature"

Walking toward the door, Ender stops with his hand on the doorknob, "I'll leave at first light", and not waiting for an answer, he opens the door and walks out into the corridor, pulling the door shut behind him.

It is almost evening when Charlotte wakes up, stretching languorously, she looks around the room and notices that the fire has been lit in the fireplace and the sky is darkening outside. She sits up in bed and throws back the covers just as a voice from the shadows startles her, "I was wondering when you'd wake up"

Her breath catches in her throat as Ender appears through the windows leading to the balcony, his windswept hair lying in unruly strands across his face and his shirt unbuttoned at the top, giving her a tantalizing glimpse of his smooth chest. Leaning against the open window, his lips curving up in a smirk, he drawls seductively, "If you keep looking at me like that, I might start thinking you still wanna fuck me"

Charlotte hastily averts her eyes, blushing furiously as her heart starts beating faster in her chest. Ender walks to the bed and leaning down toward her, places both his hands on either side of her, his face just inches from her own. His eyes roam across her face before settling on her lips as his warm breath gently fans her face. Her eyes are drawn to his mouth, mesmerized by his full, sensual lips just parted enough so she can see his perfect white teeth. Thoughts of his mouth and teeth sucking and biting her flash through her mind as her breathing quickens. He leans closer and moves his head to the side as he brushes his lips against her neck and down to her shoulder and then back up to her ear. His tongue darts out from between his lips and gently licks her earlobe and under her ear before he whispers, "Your bath is getting cold"

Before she realizes what's happening, she's in his arms as he strides into the bathroom and puts her down to stand on the marble floor.

"Do you trust me Char?", his blue eyes burning into hers.

Unable to look away or speak, Charlotte nods and he begins to undress her, taking his time as he removes each garment, discarding them on the floor. His eyes drink in every inch of her as he exposes more of her body, the heat from his gaze warming her and causing her to shiver at the same time. Completely naked before him, she can barely breathe but when he starts removing his own clothes, she feels as though she's stopped breathing altogether.

Standing before her, completely naked, Charlotte's eyes can't help but be drawn to his swollen manhood between his legs. She gasps and her eyes widen at its thickness and length as she feels warm moisture between her thighs.

"While you're standing there gawking at me, the water's getting cold", Ender smirks, his eyes glinting mischievously.

Her face turning fifty shades of red, Charlotte turns away and quickly gets in the huge tub as she tries to steady her heart. Ender gets in the tub behind her and sits with his legs on either side of her, his chest against her back and his erection pressed into the small of her back. Taking a sponge, he rubs her back and neck, moving across her shoulders and down her arms, his movements slow and gentle but applying enough pressure to relieve the tension. She gradually relaxes against him, a sigh of contentment escaping her lips as she closes her eyes, surrendering herself to his touch.

Ender moves the sponge down under her arms and reaching around her, he rubs it lightly across her breasts until he hears her moan. He rubs the sponge across her nipples, using the coarse fiber of the sponge to further stimulate them as Charlotte moans louder and squirms in his arms. He moves the sponge lower, sliding it across her stomach while his other hand is squeezing her nipples until he feels her pull up her knees and widen her legs. Moving agonizingly slowly, he moves the sponge between her legs, rubbing in a vertical motion across her outer folds.

Charlotte is breathing heavier and her hips are pushing against the sponge as she desperately seeks stimulation between her thighs. She widens her legs further, pushing them against the sides of the bath tub as she tries to rub herself against the sponge in Ender's hand. She's panting and groaning when she feels his hand slide down between her outer lips, one finger snaking its way inside her.