“Where am I?” he muttered.
A beautiful voice filled his ears. “You’re with me.”
The beauty was sitting next to him with tears in her giant blue eyes. “Why are you crying?”
She gave him the most dazzling smile he had ever seen in his life.
“I thought I lost you,” she whispered.
He placed his hand on her face to comfort her. “I’m still here, but please, tell me who you are and where we are,” he said, hoping to hear her speak again.
“You’re home,” she replied taking his hand in hers. “I will tell you who I am, but it’s easier if I show you.”
She helped him to his knees so that he was facing her. Behind her sat the strangest thrones he had ever seen before and a roaring fire that did not inspire anything other than fear. Where was he?
“Close your eyes,” she said.
He did as she asked and waited to see what she was doing. He thought that she would explain what was happening, but she didn’t speak. When the image of a beautiful farm girl appeared inside his mind, he jumped, startled by her appearance. The image was followed by more pictures of young women. Though they all looked different and were dressed for different time periods, he somehow understood that they were all the same person. Image after image showed him a happy couple who were separated by horrific events. He should have been afraid of what was happening to him, but he wasn’t. As terrible as the images were, he wanted to see more; he wanted to know more about this intriguing woman.
“Remember me, Viktor. Remember us,” the woman in front of him pleaded.
Viktor was shocked to realize that this wasn’t a movie or a fictionalized account of someone else’s life; this was his life. These were his memories that she was showing him. He didn’t know how it was possible, but he believed it with all his heart.
Viktor ignored the couple for a moment, and looked at the scenery surrounding them. The smell of the wheat fields filled his nose. The sound of the muskets firing at his enemies rang inside his ears. The pain he felt when he had been stabbed by a mugger along the road he was traveling ached inside his ribs. He wasn’t just seeing the images; he was reliving his own lives. Each vision grew stronger until he could see beyond what was shown to him. Her memories cut off upon her death, but his recalled the aftermath of burying her and mourning her. Her memories were somehow awaking his own memories of the events.
Tired of seeing the bloodshed, he chose the memories he wanted to see. He remembered the first time they had made love and how safe he had felt in her arms. He had been nervous since he was inexperienced. He didn’t want to disappoint his beauty. He recalled the way she shouted his name in ecstasy. Though they both had different names over the years and spoke different languages, she always said his name the same way, as if she had said it a million times.
He opened his eyes and smiled at the woman he loved. “Anjali,” he whispered.
She threw her arms around him and embraced him tightly.
“Viktor!” she said in the same tone she had always said his name, like a lover who knew all his secrets.
He pulled back to kiss her smooth lips. He lost himself to the kiss, unwilling to separate himself from her. All he wanted was to hold her in his arms. He had the feeling that they had been torn apart again, but couldn’t remember the details.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” she said with sadness in her voice.
He ran his hand along her cheek and over her lower lip. “There is no reason to be sad, my love, we are together.”
She gave him a tentative smile and gently pulled his hand away. “Yes, we are together, but there was a price this time,” she said softly.
He glanced up again at the malevolent throne with three skulls on it. The black eyes of the demon who haunted his existence came into sight as he remembered why his chest had been burning. He had made a deal with a creature who could easily sit upon that throne and rule whatever place this was.
He gasped when the street came to the forefront of his mind and Lucifer told him that there would be consequences for his failure to bring Anjali to him. He swallowed harshly as he thought about the beautiful woman who came to watch him die. It was only now that he realized his memories had been taken from him. He felt the coldness seep into his body when he took his final breath. He had awakened in this room to see the fireplace and the men sitting atop their thrones, though he hadn’t remembered either of them.
Upon hearing that he was Lucifer’s servant, he had accepted his fate. Certain details of his life were sketchy and large chunks seemed to be missing, but he didn’t question it too greatly. His heart felt dead and cold and nothing really seemed to matter. He felt a great loss that burned worse than the pain he had felt while dying in the street, but he did not know the cause of it. Now, he understood the reality of things. Lucifer had tricked him into becoming his servant upon his death. Hades had obviously been privy to their deal based on his warning in Brazil.
“Lucifer tricked me,” he said in a rush.
“Shh, I know everything, Viktor. Lucifer admitted his wrongdoing,” she said rubbing his arm to calm him.
“Is this Hell?” he asked when he looked at the throne that had been empty, the third throne with the red and blue crystals that represented fire and ice, a throne worthy of his love.
“Yes. When you died, you came here. I can’t undo what Lucifer did and give you back your life, but I can send you back to the Mortal Realm to live far away from me. As my Nachtghul, I have the authority to do that, if you want,” she said, offering him a life without her.
He smiled at her and shook his head. “You said that your Nachtghuls were bound to you for eternity. That means I never have to lose you. Why would I give that up?” he smirked. “Admittedly, I’m not sure how all this works, but I told Lucifer that I didn’t want to forget about you. I begged him not to invoke our deal. It will take some getting used to, but I don’t want to go back to living on my ship unless you’re with me. I understand who you are and I accept that your life is perilous, but after living a cursed life, I know that I can handle a bit of danger.”
He took this gorgeous creature into his arms and kissed her. He kissed her the way he should have kissed her when he found her on the island. He kicked himself when he thought about how horrible he was to her and planned to make it up to her. Thankfully, he had an eternity to do so.
He pulled back to see her devastatingly beautiful face and smiled at her. He would gladly face the devil again as long as he knew she would be with him forever.
“You’re not mad that I turned you into my servant?” she asked.
He chuckled at her adorable, pouting lips. “I’m the one who made the terrible mistake. If this was the only way to save me from serving Lucifer forever, I will gladly serve you in any way you require,” he said seductively. “I’m just happy that you care enough about me to want to keep me.”
She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him close to whisper in his ear. “Care about you, are you mad? I love you, Viktor and I would happily keep you forever. I’m just afraid that you will resent me for turning you into this,” she said motioning to his body. “No one should be forced to become a servant, especially since you don’t even understand what it means.”
“I know what it means. I get to help the Bringer of the Apocalypse survive long enough to fulfill her destiny,” he said, pulling a piece of glass from her hair.
She frowned when she saw the bit of glass between his fingers.
“Aello wiped the floor with me, until I used my power to electrocute her. Thankfully, Hades finished her off,” she said, taking the glass from him.
“I’m glad that you’re safe, but I can see that you took a beating,” he said, glancing at the blood on her shoulder and the holes in her black dress.
“I’m okay now. I heal quickly when I’m not bound. You too will heal faster and have increased strength and speed,” she said shyly.
“Really? I suppose th
at’s something,” he chuckled.
She leaned in and quickly nipped at his lips. She teased him by rubbing her lower lip against his. “There are other perks to the job,” she chuckled.
He raised his eyebrow at her tempting statement. “Really? Such as…”
She grabbed his hand and pulled him through the room, except the room disappeared and they were suddenly on his ship, which was still docked in the cove.
“How did you do that?” he asked in awe.
“I have my powers back. I don’t just destroy things; I can create things at will and pop from place to place within the Mortal Realm. You have the ability to do it too. All you have to do is think about where to want to go and picture it in your mind. Start walking and you will arrive there. You can also create new clothing or move things without touching them. There are plenty of things you will be able to do, once I do one thing,” she giggled.
She grabbed the back of his head and smacked her lips against his. It was a forceful kiss, but beyond that, he felt a warmth spread throughout his body. When she released him, he felt different. He looked at his hands expecting them to glow or something.
“Think about what you want and it will be yours,” she said expectantly. She held out her hand and focused on a rolled up map on his table. Without a word, the map took to the air and landed in her hand. After that, she waved her hand to make the holes disappear from her dress and the dirt and blood vanish from her hair.
He smiled when he thought about what he wanted to do. He followed her example and pictured what he wanted. With a wave of his hand, her dress was gone leaving her in black satin panties and her thigh-high boots.
She gasped when she saw that she was naked. She instinctively looked around to make sure they were alone.
“The island is deserted, my darling. No one can see you except for me,” he winked. “I hope that I wasn’t too forward in interpreting the other perks associated with being your Nachtghul.”
She bit her lip and wiggled her hips at him.
Viktor imagined taking her luscious breasts into his mouth. He was excited that he was finally able to explore her body properly without the bonds restricting her movements. He liked the idea of tying her up, but first he wanted to take her in every possible way so that he could feel her hands on his body. His eyes trailed down her pert breasts all the way to her lean thighs. “Turn around and let me see you,” he purred.
She licked her lips and slowly turned for him. “Like this?” she smiled.
“You are the most beautiful woman, but you already knew that,” he said, extending his hand to her.
She shyly smiled at him and took his hand.
“I’m going to properly make love to you this time and I don’t care what enemy believes they can take you away from me. They can’t have you,” he chuckled as he kissed the back of her hand.
He guided her down the stairs into his cabin and watched her explore his possessions.
Running her finger along the countertop, she found a book that he had been reading. “You read romances?” she chuckled.
Watching the way her breasts swayed when she walked, he had trouble focusing on anything else. All he wanted to do was take her into his arms and never let her go.
“I was lonely for a very long time. I had isolated myself from the world, yet I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I read those books and pictured you as the female. It kept me from going mad,” he said taking the book from her hands and kissing her neck. “Though, I’m having a hard time remembering what it was like without you since you are gloriously naked on my ship.”
She placed her hand on his chest and lightly pushed him away. “This may sound strange, but I have been dying for a shower. I was craving human comforts while on the island. I may have to stop and grab a burger from somewhere just to kill this craving. We don’t require food but sometimes I indulge my strange cravings, just as I did while I was a mortal.”
He leaned his hip against his small stove and laughed. “I recall that you always craved salt when you were testy and cranky.”
She giggled. “I seem to recall that as well, now that I’m able to access some of my past. It hasn’t completely returned to me yet and I’m not looking forward to a time when I can see all of it. I’ve done and seen terrible things in my many years. I prefer to process it in bits and pieces,” she said. She played with a pen she found on the counter to avoid looking at him.
“I don’t blame you. I wish that I could forget many things as well,” he said, pulling her into his arms.
“I can only apologize for what Lucifer did. If I could change any of it, I would,” she said leaning her head against his chest.
“I know. I’m just happy that I get an eternity with you to create better memories,” he said, kissing the top of her head.
She looked up at him with a wicked smile. “Then let’s start with this one.” She pulled back the thin curtain of his stand up shower and turned on the water.
He liked where this was going. He watched her slide her panties down her slim legs and down her boots. It was adorably sexy watching her pull them off the heel of her boot while leaning against the shower. He waited for her to unlace her boots, but instead they vanished before his eyes. He could certainly get used to her new way of doing things.
She stepped inside the shower and sighed. He watched the water cascade down every luscious curve. He had to grip his table so that he could remain standing as he watched her. He envied the soap as she caressed her pale skin, which had been repaired from the sun damage she had suffered on the island. The vixen mercilessly teased him by slowly washing all the important places. All he could think about was joining her.
He thought about himself without clothing and suddenly felt the warm air from the shower hit his body. He stepped inside the shower behind her and closed the curtain. She smiled when he took the soap from her and washed her thighs and stomach. He slowly made circles over her back and rubbed her shoulders until she started to groan.
“I really need this,” she sighed.
He smiled and did something he never thought to do before. He took the shampoo and washed her long hair, making sure to massage her scalp and temples. She moaned as he took care of her and made sure she was pampered.
She quickly turned and grabbed the soap from him. She teased him by soaping up her breasts and leaning in to wash his chest with her body. His erection was aching and he was dizzy from watching her seductively slide herself up and down his body. When she went to her knees and rubbed her breasts over his cock, he nearly passed out.
He pulled her to her feet and pressed her against the wall of the shower, face first. He moved her leg to the side and stroked her folds with his shaft and head until her legs trembled. “I need to be inside of you,” he growled in her ear.
Anjali melted into Viktor’s touch. She had never felt so contented. He had removed the tension from her neck and head, making her feel at peace for the first time in days. Feeling his firm chest pressed against her back and his erection bumping against her aching core, she nearly lost her mind. The cold wall against her breasts combined with his warm chest was euphoric.
“Please,” she panted, unable to control her need any longer.
“Always so eager,” he chuckled.
She felt him slowly enter her body as he took her breasts into his hands. He rolled his hips and moved inside of her while kissing her neck. He increased his pace and pinched her nipples in time with his thrusts. Her legs were weak and her body was shaking. He knew exactly how to drive her wild.
She clawed at the wall, desperate to hold on to something. She was close to losing control, but something was missing.
“I need to see your face. I need to know that it’s you and that you are no longer pale and grey from being under Lucifer’s control,” she panted.
“I want to see you too,” he said, nipping at her shoulder.
She nodded and waited for him to pull out of her body and step away. She smiled when she
saw him reach for a towel and step forward to dry her hair. “You don’t have to do that,” she laughed.
“I want to,” he said, the lust in his voice still evident.
She allowed him to remove the moisture from her hair while she ran her fingers and nails over his shaft. His eyes were on fire as he gazed at her, but he continued to take his time drying her hair.
“I feel better after the shower and massage. Thank you for indulging me,” she winked.
“My pleasure,” he said, his voice cracking. He coughed to cover his embarrassment.
She spun around twice before she realized that the room was missing something every important. “You don’t have a bed,” she said, frowning at the suspended hammock.
He grimaced and shrugged. “I never needed one on this boat. I never took another lover once my memories of you returned in any given life. The waves helped to lull me to sleep,” he said abashedly.
She held out her hand to him and pulled him along with her. “I’m sure we can find a suitable replacement,” she said playfully. She took the towel from Viktor’s hands and draped it over her arm.
“If I may be so bold, I have always envisioned taking you on the bow. It’s flat and long enough to accommodate a passionate pair of lovers,” he chuckled.
Viktor followed her topside, ogling her backside as they walked around to the bow. She closed her eyes and tilted her face up to the sky. The sun was warm on her skin but no longer burned her. She was able to enjoy the heat without perspiring or feeling worn out. “I’m happy to be free,” she sighed.
She felt his strong arms wrap around her and pull her close to kiss her neck. “I love seeing the real you. I’m so sorry for everything I put you through,” he said, rubbing his lips against her ear.
“Make it up to me now. Make me forget about this horrible island and let me remember the time we made love on your boat,” she whispered.
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