by Jaime Marks
His twin misted with a nod but Reyana levelled Cymeryn with that look. “You know Alysse can’t tell us everything. What we know effects our will and influences our choices. There are reasons certain things can only be revealed in their own time.”
He nearly growled knowing it was the truth of it. “Yes, but that does not make this easier.”
“I…I’m sorry, Lord Cymeryn. Have I done something wrong?”
Cymeryn misted in front of her and knelt causing her eyes to widen. “Narysia, you are perfect. None of this is your fault and nothing is wrong aside from the sixteen years you spent unprotected and without your family. I am upset, but not at you. There are things I may need to tell you, but…I wish to be certain first. Kato will be able to help us determine the truth of this, although some of it may remain a mystery I am afraid.”
Kyle looked at him. “Then I’m right?”
Cymeryn studied him a moment. “You may be if I am reading you correctly. I am a bit off this morn. I apologize, Kyle.”
“No problem Dad. I understand.” He looked up. “Come here Wyth, sit with her. She needs you right now.”
He had been fidgeting and shifting from foot to foot for several minutes as he watched her struggle through her story. Once he had Kyle’s permission he joined her immediately. “Thank you si….” He stopped short, his eyes peeling wide, but Kyle only smirked knowingly and looked up to Byryn.
Misting to them, Byryn rested a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “You’re fine, Wyth. I expect you to treat Kyle with the same respect you would me, but again, you really don’t have to call us sir or anything aside from our names.”
“I…I don’t understand. I...” He rubbed his brow.
“Kyle and I are blood bound. When he was wounded during the attack his awakening was triggered and he wouldn’t heal. In order to save his life I had to give him a substantial amount of my life’s blood. It bound us as one,” Byryn explained. “What you feel for me may be mirrored in what you feel for Kyle. I wasn’t sure how that would work so I wanted to wait and see what the effect of it was on your binding before I explained it.”
“We didn’t want you feeling obligated to me,” Kyle offered. “Byryn is mine gemyn, and I will always be here for you and all of your brothers as he’s there for mine, but you don’t owe me anything, Wyth.”
Marcus appeared with Kato and the conversation stopped as he approached them. “Narysia, I am High Councilman Kato a Kacyion. I am a Fae of the Forest. Do you know what that is?”
“I think so. That means you’re an elemental Fae. You have a special ability to weed out Darkness and follow essences,” she recited.
“Correct dear. There is more to it but my abilities allow me to isolate the frequency of your essence so that I might track your familial ties,” he explained as he sat in front of her. “I am going to sense you and see if I can determine who your Father was.” Kato pointed to her necklace. “That gives me a fairly decent idea of where to begin. Hopefully it will not take long, but normally it can take as long as an hour so I would like you to make yourself comfortable.” She settled back against the couch and Kato looked up at Wytheryn. “You may hold her hand if it helps to calm her.”
“Wh-what do I need to do?” Narysia asked nervously.
“Calm your mind, beautiful,” Wytheryn commanded. “Breathe with me. All you need to do is open yourself and he will do the rest.”
Kato watched them a few moments before Cymeryn saw his essence begin to flow freely between them. Marcus came beside him to wait, clasping his shoulder.
“Do you really think it’s possible, brother? He was supposed to have died over a hundred years ago,” Marcus asked over their link.
“I do not know. A few weeks ago I would have said that it was impossible for Kyle to have been our nephew by blood but then we learnt of Terynia. Nothing would surprise me at this point,” he replied and Marcus nodded.
Kato stood slowly and gently tapped her knee. “That is enough, Narysia. I know who your Father was and it is obvious your Mother was fully human. You are elemental.”
“I am?” She blinked.
He nodded with a smile. “Yes, a very rare one indeed. I can feel the electricity spark through your essence even know.” He turned to them. “She will awaken Fae of Storms.”
Cymeryn’s brow rose. They were amongst the strongest of the Elementals, but she was also Sacred Borne of Lunyan Essence. Her power would be impressive indeed. “And her lineage?”
Kato looked back to her and offered her a hand. “Come here, Narysia, if you would.”
She looked confused but accepted, allowing him to guide her in front of them.
“Do you know what the artifact is you wear? The significance of it in our culture?” He requested.
“Artifact? My necklace?” She asked.
He nodded. “Yes, it is something many of our young do not know of fully. Seven Fae were born directly from the Goddess Lucerna, herself, to father and guide her race. Alysse is considered the Mother of us all, as she is of the First Fae, but they were to be the guides. Their names were Mythion, King of all Fae and ruler of our Kingdoms; Cerulyion, Warrior of the Fae and General of our Armies; Devyion, Master of Arms and Head of Security of the Kingdoms; Grifyion, Master of Healing and Essence Manipulation; Verthyrion, The Keeper of Knowledge and Guardian of our Traditions; Terisyion, the Heart and Compassion of the Fae; and finally Cymarcion, Master Strategist and Planner of Fae Society.” He carefully lifted the pendant she wore. “Lucerna gave each of her children a gold relic marked with the insignia of their line. Six of them can be seen in the display at the Palace of Light, but one was never recovered upon its bearer’s death. This necklace, Narysia, is nearly five hundred years old.”
She gasped and staggered slightly but Cymeryn caught her despite the fact that he himself felt as though he had been struck down by the Divine. “Wh-what does that mean?”
Kato smiled a moment. “It means that the artifact you wear, my dear, belonged to Lord Cymarcion, son of Lucerna, your Father, and it has long been time for you meet your brothers, Narysia a Cymarcion.”
Cymeryn blinked rapidly to hold tears he simply refused to shed. He never cried, and he would not begin now, but he could not stop himself from pulling this girl…his sister, into a tight embrace. After learning of their loss of Terynia, finding Narysia felt like a miracle. A myriad of emotions he could not sort out flowed through him as Marcus joined their embrace.
There were so many unanswered questions and it was likely they would never know the answers. The only thing he knew was that his sister was here, safe. He could not change what she had been through to this point, but he would see with certainty that she was protected going forth.
Chapter 15
John looked around as he walked and realized immediately something was off with the realm. It was something he could not only feel, but see, not that other Shade had ever been able to understand the way he read things. He’d always been able to read essence and people better than almost anyone. Did the Shade even realize they’d been trapped here?
“Sire,” he began carefully, unsure of how touchy his savior was. “I don’t sense the exit and the mist feels different. Is there a way out of the realm?”
Vilyn smiled smugly, “Perceptive boy. That will serve you well. No, for the average Shade or Fae there is apparently no way out or in. From best that I can ascertain only those who can mist into the realm may enter and there is only one way out aside from that. You must be called home via your essence. It will not be an issue when the time comes, though the ride may not be comfortable. Just be sure to be by my side.”
He nodded making a mental note of that. “Yes sire.”
The Shade leered at him with eyes full of hunger and it almost gave him pause. Some Shade were brutal lovers and treated their progeny more like slaves, but the Brood wasn’t known for such behavior with those they brought into their line. They were known for taking what was theirs and using him or her to the fullest
extent of their ability, including sexually, but the males typically held rank among them. He knew there would be nights of passion he’d endure at his sire’s hands, and some he might even enjoy, but if he was right, there would be so much more.
Fingers slid into his hair and gripped him firmly, halting him to a stop. “Here is good enough,” Vilyn commanded ripping him around to face him. “You will do as I say or I shall leave you here to die.”
“My life is yours, sire,” he replied. “You know the only thing I want in return.”
He smirked. “Indeed, and I shall enjoy helping you attain her, but know this, you are mine. I will allow you to reclaim her, but that does not mean I won’t expect to taste her, share in her flesh.”
John grinned wickedly thinking of the night he’d taken Steph with the team. She’d loved it at first, not so much once his essence wore off, but damn, the feeling of her tight core when she was full from all angles. “I’ll gladly share her with mine sire…” He considered it a moment picturing it in his mind, “and any you desire provided I’m involved.”
The Shade chuckled, “I see your hunger boy. We shall get along just fine, provided you learn your place quickly.”
John met Vilyn’s eyes and smirked himself. He knew what the Shade wanted. It would be better to gain his favor instead of forcing him to assert his will. He dropped to him knees, savoring in the pain of how it caused his sire to yank his hair and slid his hands up his thighs. “I can see you want use of my body, sire. The only question left is are we done with the pretenses?”
Vilyn didn’t reply as he stroked him through the tight leathers that framed his thick erection. After a moment he pulled him by the hair and forced him back to look up at him. “Disrobe Ravyshyn.”
He stood and stripped off his robes, standing in front of him so his sire could inspect him. The Shade walked around him, running his hand over his chest and back while his brothers stood back watching them. A firm grip wrapped around his erection, stroking him a few times. Vilyn watched him, carefully probing his reactions to how he touched him.
Scratryn approached them and took his brother by the hair, kissing him forcefully. “Stop toying with him. Sate yourself and see to his awakening so we may move.”
John’s eyes roamed over him and down to the throbbing bulge but he kept quiet. It was clear the male was pissed for some reason and he didn’t know the ranking or context of their relationship. If he made the wrong move it could cost him everything. He was pledged to Vilyn and he wouldn’t risk his ire before he’d even survived the awakening.
Vilyn stripped, taunting his brother. “What is the matter, Scratryn, upset you did not claim him first? Don’t pout, I may yet decide to share him with you, brother.” He stroked his cheek affectionately. “If you like you can toy with him as I fill his throat, but he is mine.”
He ripped John roughly to his knees by the hair and opened his leathers, sliding the blunt tip of his cock over John’s lips. He flicked his tongue over the bead of moisture glistening there to steal a taste before his sire thrust deeply into his throat, forcing him to take the whole of his impressive length. How long had it been since he’d been handled like this? Too long. He might prefer control in most cases, but he couldn’t deny there was something about being taking by a male who had the power to put him down hard.
Vilyn controlled his speed but John let himself get lost in the act, knowing by his groans that he was pleasing him. Firm hands gripped his hips, shifting him slightly before spreading his cheeks for the tongue that began exploring his asshole, teasing him relentlessly. When thick fingers began probing him as a tight grip stroked his dick he moaned around Vilyn’s cock. Waves of essence began to roll through him again and he felt Vilyn balance it as he gripped his hair in both hands and hammered into his mouth. A small gush of fluid coated his throat and Vilyn ripped him back.
“Scratryn, disrobe and lie on your back,” he commanded and John could hear movement behind him as he panted, catching his breath. Vilyn ran a finger over his mouth. “You are enjoying this, how I use you, control you, but I can see your mind. I know you depravity, your hunger. It pleases me.” He didn’t respond. He knew better than that. “Climb on top of my brother. Take him in your mouth,” he commanded, guiding him into place. “Fuck his throat as I take you.”
Scratryn was thick and pulsing with need as he hungrily obeyed his sire’s command and he groaned as he tasted him before he was sucked deep into the Shade’s mouth. He felt the head of his sire probing him, teasing him before it pressed in slowly an inch or two. A sudden hard thrust had him buried in Scratryn’s throat as he groaned taking his full length. The Shade chuckled a moment before pulling him up enough to grant his brother air.
He gripped his hips tightly as he fucked him, controlling how he fucked his brother’s mouth while John serviced Scratryn. He sucked him hard and fast, lost in the pleasure of his sire’s control. He drank in Scratryn’s release and came up gasping for air as he moaned.
Vilyn ripped his head back, sensing him clearly. “Jarceryn, fill the boy’s mouth before he reveals us,” he commanded, but John didn’t miss the Shade’s reluctance as he approached.
John took his semi-hardened cock in his mouth, sucking him to a hard on before worshipping him. He preferred males like this, shy, uncertain if they wanted him. He enjoyed their humiliation and shame as they struggled with accepting the pleasure he granted. Kyle had always enjoyed his touch and hated himself for it. John had exploited that having seen the weakness first hand when Alayne punished his protégé. He’d tried to get him over it, but he’d enjoyed every minute of his torment when he couldn’t overcome his guilt with the pleasure.
“A gift for your pleasure,” Vilyn whispered through his mind as he managed his awakening. “Make him come, Ravyshyn, feed on the suffering of his turmoil as you take what you need.”
John groaned around Jarceryn’s cock, provoking a tortured moan. He held him in place, gripping him by the ass as he took him deep. Watching his reactions, he savored in the strained looked on the male’s face as he slid his finger down his crease and forced it deep into his tight ass. His dick pulsed in John’s mouth even as he struggled against him. He might be fighting it, but he was enjoying this.
He felt more than heard Vilyn’s taunt, “What is the matter brother, does my new progeny not please you?”
“He’s…acceptable,” Jarceryn grunted, trying to hold back another moan as John took him deep again and worked a second finger into his ass.
“Hmmm, I think you need more, Jarceryn. Release him, Ravyshyn,” he commanded and John forced himself to comply.
Vilyn pulled him back from Scratryn and leaned down kissing his brother. “Ready yourself and keep watch. It is almost over, but I need a bit more time.”
His brother rose and dressed himself, watching the three of them with a knowing smirk.
“Hands and knees Jarceryn,” Vilyn commanded. “You will let Ravyshyn take you at his peak as I take him. I will be able to control the flow of his Darkness enough to ensure that you will not sire him.”
An evil grin spread across John’s face as he saw the hesitation in Jarceryn. John pushed himself up, reveling in the pain that rolled through him as he gripped the Shade by his hair and shoved him roughly to his knees. “You will obey my sire.”
The Shade stumbled at the sudden shift as John forced him lower and positioned himself behind him. John cried out as he forced himself into the tight hole, groaning from both the sensation and the Shade’s pain.
Vilyn chuckled behind him. “Force him lower Ravyshyn,” he commanded as he repositioned them both and slid deeply into John. “You’re peak will come soon and you shall be reborn as mine.” He groaned, stilling inside him a moment. A wrist suddenly was shoved in front of his face. “When I tell you, you will drink.”
John nodded unable to talk through the mixture of pleasure and pain that assaulted him as he lost himself to it all. He laughed as Jarceryn found his release and sobbed, his face b
uried into the ground as John took what he needed.
“Now, Ravyshyn, drink,” Vilyn commanded.
John latched onto his wrist, drinking deeply as an intense Darkness swallowed him suddenly. He could feel Vilyn throughout his being as essence rippled through him and his muscles strained and reformed. The intensity of the pain sent him over and his release shot through him filling Jarceryn. The weak fool’s horror only fed his pleasure as his sire took from him.
When it was over he was collapsed on top of Jarceryn as his sire stroked him affectionately, kissing his head and back. “Rise Ravyshyn,” he commanded.
Ravyshyn rose to his feet. He was changed, finally Shade. He stretched his sore muscles, reveling in the aches that he felt and turned to face Vilyn. “Thank you, sire.”
The Shade chuckled and pat his face but quickly grew serious. “The robes you have will need to make due until we leave here.” It would be a tight fit now that his body had changed, but he’d have to make due. “Ready yourself. We must move before we are discovered.” He turned stalking off. “I must check for patrols. I will test your ability to wield essence when I return, be prepared. Jarceryn check the west side of the quadrant.”
Ravyshyn sneered down at the Shade as he slowly pulled himself to his feet. He waited until he turned and gripped him firmly by the hair, slamming him into a tree. “How does my cum feel dripping down your legs?” He taunted, holding him easily in place. When he didn’t reply Ravyshyn chuckled. “Unless my sire stops me, Jarceryn, you just became my new favorite bitch. Better hurry and follow your orders. I’d hate to have to help punish you for your failure.”
He stretched as he watched the Shade scramble to pull himself together and stumble off. He tested his essence, forming a ball easily in his hands and experimenting with his control of it. When he had a decent grasp of it he reached out, easily finding his way to his sweets’ mind. She knew he’d awakened and she could still feel him. Perfect. It was time for a Bonding Day present.
