Pulling away just as quick as his eyes had changed color, Gyula threw himself into the manor and slammed the door shut behind him to forget about them all. The scent still filled his nostrils as he struggled, the vision to the parlor on the left side of the corridor wall blurred as though he was drunk, and Gyula threw himself to the liquor cabinet. Opening it, his hands fought against the bottles and unscrewed one lid, gulping the red liquid down as fast as he could drink. Pulling the empty bottle way about half a minute in, the bottle was tossed to the other side of the room as he slumped to the ground, his vision and senses returning to normal.
"Home at last." Gyula smirked, glancing around the parlor. Nothing had changed since he had left around three months ago, the three months had been brutal to the beast within himself. The thought of his young bride, her body exposed and her soft ivory legs spread, her silver hair sprawled around her and her pink eyes longing.. "Damnit!" Gyula cried as he stood, his lower body beginning to ache. His feet carried him from the parlor and back into the corridor, moving up the stairs on the opposite side in haste. On the second floor, the faint sound of humming caught his ear as he grinned, the voice mesmerizing and seducing him, leading him as a siren would to a sailor's death. Before knocking on his chamber doors, he caught sight of the candle light from inside of his room. The musical singing had changed to long, pleasurable moans, his name a soft growl in between as he growled himself, his hand running over the massive lump growing under his pants, hidden by a coat. Knocking, Gyula heard the bed sheets scramble and the soft voice of his bride uttering in surprise.
"Come in." The same voice spoke. Smiling, Gyula opened the door to see his bride standing in the middle of the room, her night dress half-hazardly thrown on her. The scent of her juices filled his nostrils again as he took a deep breath in, a smile spreading over her face. "Welcome home, my love." The woman said. Lady Victoria Dark, now Aladric, was the last remaining heir to her family's name. The fortune and the home, along with her brother and parents, had been lost centuries beforehand when she was a little child. He took in her curves, her physique as she stood there, her pink eyes wide as her hands attempted to fix the bouncing silver curls behind her. With a chuckle, Gyula moved towards her and swept Victoria up, pushing his lips forcibly against hers.
"I'm glad to be home." He whispered, his lips tracing down her jawbone. Victoria's head tilted back as she was pulled against Gyula's hard torso, her hands running down to work against his shirt. "You can't hide everything, you know." Gyula's tongue flicked against her skin, pulling at her night dress. Before Victoria could speak again, Gyula's lips pressed back to hers, pulling her closer and pushing her immediately to the bed. Hungrily, Victoria's hands undid his coat, pulling it away to reveal his pale skin, his abdomen and the v trail that led into his pants. His right hand moved and pinned both of her hands high above her head, his left one ripped her night dress completely away to expose her body. Blushing, Victoria glanced away.
