“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” he retorted, holding her stare. They stared at one another for what seemed like an entire minute. Their breathing quickened. Neither one would ever be able to recall who moved first, but they found themselves locked in each others arms, kissing passionately.
Dharean explored her mouth thoroughly, making Allantra moan. She clung to him tightly and rather smoothly he pushed her all the way down onto the bed, so that his body now covered hers. Allantra immediately seized the opportunity to explore him, raking her nails lightly from his back, across his chiseled ass and down to his muscular thighs. She tore at the loincloth as it hindered her touch to his hot smooth skin. He broke the kiss long enough to whisper a few words and then the sparse clothing they both had on was gone. “You must teach me that,” she murmured with a smile then immediately took hold of his lips again. Dharean rested his weight on one arm while he finally explored the wonderment of her body. The brown toned soft skin seemed to burn under his touch. He caressed her neck, her shoulders, her long slender arms as he kissed her, then followed his touch with his lips, thinking in awe that she tasted as good as she smelled.
As soon as his tongue curled around her right nipple, Allantra’s back arched and her breath caught in her throat. He took the small berry-like nipple into his mouth, sucking on it and lightly nibbling it. Allantra began to grind her hips into him, her nails dug into his thighs as she pressed herself tighter against him. Loving the way she reacted for him Dharean turned his attention to her other nipple and soon following she arched her back again. This time she cried out “God, that feels good!” Dharean chuckled to himself, he could get used to the way she expressed herself. His hand traveled lower until it reached the junction of her thighs, there he paused. This would be a point of no return. There was no way he could touch her here and not want his cock to follow soon after.
“Is this what you want, flammulae?” he whispered into her ear before he licked it, his hand still hovering over her core.
“Yes!” she replied impatiently.
“Heed this, little one, this is not some coupling to soothe an urge. Between us it is sacred, it is destined. With this act we become two thirds of the triad, for we will be bonded together.” It was with these words he felt her still beneath him. Was he foolish to tell her? Should he have just taken her and let whatever happened happen? When she spoke it was small, and breathy.
“I too have read the prophecy, I know that this is bigger than just you and me and Khaelen.” She felt a slight flinch at the mention of the vampire but she rushed on. “I accepted this responsibility when I started on this journey. I want you, Dharean, prophecy, destiny or no, I want you.” Briefly she wondered why she did not feel guilty at the thought of being with Dharean. It did not mean she loved Khaelen any less. It just meant that this was meant to happen.
Dharean was just as much hers as Khaelen and she knew the time would come when the three of them would have to work something out. The prophecy of course wouldn’t be so kind as to tell them how to do it. No they would have to work it out for the sake of all those this upcoming war affected.
Dharean needed no more encouragement. His tongue plunged into her mouth the same time his hand found its way between her thighs. She was wet for him and him alone. One strong finger tenderly explored her folds while he kissed her deeply. She would play with fire, and learn what it is to be loved by a wizard.
* * * *
Dharean removed his hand and broke the kiss. He licked his fingers, swearing to himself he had never tasted anything so sweet before. He wanted to drink straight from the fountain. Gliding his large frame down her smaller one, Dharean stopped when he was eye level to her soft junction of folds. Cupping her firm bottom with his big hands, he held her as if he were about to devour a succulent fruit. Without so much as a warning he brought her to his mouth, sinking his tongue inside her and curling it so that he got a rather ample serving of her cream. He licked at her greedily, paying no heed to the way she squirmed in pleasure; her taste was driving him wild.
Dharean knew she was close to orgasm and was trying to fight it. He directed two, phantom tongues at her nipples, mimicking exactly the way his mouth was loving her core. Her back arched immediately. Allantra’s hands, now partially formed claws, dug into the bed, ripping the fabric mercilessly. Then he removed his hands from under her bottom and spread her thighs even wider apart, the phantom tongues still wreaking havoc on her nipples. He stared at her, admiring her female beauty. It was then he realized he couldn’t possibly wait any longer. She was streaming for him, and he no longer wanted to imagine what it would be like to fuck her, she was right there waiting to be fucked.
He made his way up her body, watching her writhe in pleasurable agony; his thigh parted hers further. The phantom tongues started licking her everywhere. Dharean could feel himself become more engorged as he stared down at her.
He knew he was teasing her with the phantom tongues, driving her to the brink. Her sloe-eyes opened wider as his cock expanded while looking down at her. His eyes hooded and heavy, watched every stuttered breath she took, reveling at the sight of her nipples, hard as they peaked, responding to his magical ministrations.
“Are you going to stare at me or fuck me?” she asked throatily.
“Both,” he responded. Her eyes followed as he grasped the base of his cock in his hand, and lightly stroked it up and down. “We’re bonding now, little one,” he said, fisting the thick root from base to tip and looking down at her. He knew his cock was impressive, he could feel her desire without entering her mind. No, he wouldn’t go into her mind … yet. “You must be connected to me in all ways, mind, body and spirit.”
“But how—” she began only to be cut off by his soft shushing.
“Keep eye contact with me, don’t look away, ever,” he whispered just loud enough for her to hear. Never taking her eyes off the drop of fluid tipping his cock, Allantra nodded. He had to have her now.
He held his breath as he positioned his cock at her entrance, looking into her eyes. He winced as the velvet head came in contact with her hot creamy fluid. He bathed the head of his cock in it and groaned from the sheer eroticism of the act. Then he impaled her. No warning, no preamble, he surged into her and practically roared like his totem beast. He was not prepared for her scorching heat, the tight sheath that sucked him in and made him realize this was what he had been missing. This chasm was his, the feeling she gave him was one no other female could possibly hope to achieve. She gasped at the invasion but seemed to purr in her throat with pleasure. The sounds she made alone could make him burst.
Slowly he rocked in and out of her, relishing in the muscles and heat that surrounded his cock. Soon that wasn’t enough and he picked up the tempo, all the while staring deep into her eyes. True to her word she kept eye contact. He entered her mind softly so as not to alert her to his presence, he wanted raw honesty on how she was feeling. She squirmed under his blazing stare but kept her eyes trained on him. She was a little afraid because she wanted him so much. She was thoroughly enjoying herself, and she was afraid she was falling in love with him. He grunted in male satisfaction, not once had she thought of the vampyre.
* * * *
Allantra could feel her very legs quaking as he pumped into her. Her whole body seemed wired and on fire. She felt a loosening in her mind and realized she was pouring out energy, infusing their bonding with an unnatural amount of it. Dharean’s eyes began to practically glow as he increased his strokes inside her. His right hand bit into her hip as he pulled her, as close as possible. She felt the connection growing as she stared into his gray eyes. They were both sweating as she surged her hips upward for his thrusts. She felt the bedding being ripped and wasn’t sure who was doing it, and most certainly didn’t care. He pressed himself closer against her, his eyes boring into hers and that’s when she saw it. His totem creature seemed to phase in and out softly like a ghost. She stared into his eyes and knew his beast for what it was. A
black leopard. Beautiful. Sexy. Deadly. A black leopard for the Noir Brujo.
She felt his excitement as she dug her fingers into his left flank. He pumped into her faster and she felt his need to come, for it rivaled her own. His thrusts so strong the bed rocked and moaned under the onslaught. With a snap the connection slid in place as she was catapulted into his mind. There she found uncontrolled lust. Allantra cried out as her juices began to flow faster, making it easier for him to fuck her. Beads of sweat poured off their bodies, and finally Allantra had to shut her eyes, for she couldn’t stand the light of the energy pouring from her. Their bodies were illuminated, and she knew instinctively she couldn’t control it, not when she was making love. She didn’t have the experience needed.
She read his frantic thoughts; the tsunami of power that she was pouring into him had to stop. It was heady, addictive and could, if left unchecked, cause them to fuck until they died of fatigue.
Look into my eyes, little one, he begged as his cock continuously pummeled her.
It hurts too much, she answered, feeling the fatigue setting in but unable to stop the furious rhythm of their joining.
Please trust me, he coaxed her. It took great effort to stay focused as he fucked her, she felt so very good. But there was no way to stop the bonding without causing damage to one or both of them. Slowly, she opened her eyes, and immediately he caught her gaze with his own, blocking out everything but him.
Focus on how my cock feels inside you, he told her seductively. I feel myself getting ready to burst inside of you, so much seed for you. He looked straight into her eyes. I want you to come on my cock. Let me feel what I do to you. I want to feel you squeeze me dry as I come. His words sent them both over the edge. Dharean roared loudly, an inhuman roar, but perfectly common for a wild beast. Her walls, slick and hot, held him tighter than a fist. She felt his joy as his seed gushed forward and flowed into her, coating her walls, claiming her. He shuddered against her as the last of his seed erupted, but still he stroked in and out of her. The blinding light dissipated as Allantra got her emotions under control. She too was possessed by aftershocks of her powerful orgasm. They lay there quietly, knowing that what they had done sealed their future together. They were bound, mind, body and spirit.
“So it is done,” he said softly, shifting his weight to one side and idly tracing a pattern around her navel.
“So it seems,” she answered, accepting the weight of the decision she’d made.
“There is but one more thing to be done, to complete the triad,” he said heavily. Now the answer surfaced as to why Za’rae did not tell either one of them of Allantra’s gift. The sharing of the knowledge brought them the closeness they needed to take that final step.
“What…?” Before she could finish there was a loud banging on the door.
Dharean cursed loudly and willed a rich brown robe around his body before he went to answer the summons. He swung the door open quickly and stepped forward, clearly irritated at the intrusion. Masque stood there expressionless but with an air of urgency, anger and malicious intent.
“What is it?” Dharean asked immediately contrite. Masque was not one for idle meddling.
Minn and the pups have been taken.
Taken?
She sent out a mental call to me for help, but it was cut off.
I set parameters…
She was at the river.
Allantra watched knowing they communicated silently. “What happened?” she asked Dharean.
He turned slightly and explained what had happened. “I set parameters to keep the people safe. Because water is a fluid changing source it couldn’t be included in the parameters.” Allantra now knew what they both were thinking. His people had a hidden route to the river. None knew of it but them. Someone in his tribe had helped the vampyre servants. Obviously Minn had been betrayed and ambushed. He gave a nod to Masque then went into the hut. “I have to go, Minn has been taken. After we find her we have an execution to perform.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Someone betrayed us. Stay in the hut, my people will probably look at you with suspicious eyes. No one will dare enter my hut.” Fully clothed now, he kissed her surprisingly soft. She kept the sheet clutched to her chest as she watched him leave. He looked back at her one last time. The reflective eyes of a panther looked back at her, and she knew with great accuracy what she was witnessing: a dangerous predator out to hunt and kill.
Chapter Eight
Swiftly they moved, the hawk in the air, the panther through the foliage. The panther sniffed the air frequently in frustration. He could not a catch a scent of Minn or her sons nor the vampyre servants; it was as if they disappeared into thin air.
I can see where they have traveled, but I do not see them. Somehow they are being shielded. Masque communicated from the air.
They are being guarded with skillful black magic. It is not merely black magic; I sense the black magic has its own entity of evil woven into it. The frustration and wonderment could not be mistaken in Dharean’s words.
It is a very powerful vampyre indeed that we are up against, Masque commented as he dove toward the waiting panther.
Powerful and very evil, Dharean agreed as he shifted into human form. Masque landed on a heavy branch softly and immediately shifted, then jumped down the few feet to the ground where Dharean knelt with eyes closed, reading the life cycle of the forest.
“What now, Brujo?” Masque asked when Dharean stood and they fell in stride together.
“No matter how powerful this vampyre is, they cannot taint nature itself. No unnatural deaths have occurred, for Kynn would tell me. I believe it is safe to say they have been taken alive, which means they need to be alive for whatever purpose the vampyre has.”
“It is the curse. They seek to end it, and forfeit the bargain struck. A vampyre has gone rogue, perhaps the banished one Allantra spoke of.”
“That would be a good guess. But right now as far as I am concerned all the vampyres are rogues and suspect. It would seem our journey will take place sooner than expected. We will retrieve Allantra and go to the Civil Lands in search of Minn and the pups. Kynn willing we will get there before any real harm befalls them.”
* * * *
It was the same woman from before. Still she was chained to the wall, though she seemed to have a slightly brighter life force. The face was an almost duplicate of hers. The woman looked at her with love; even bloody and apparently starved she looked at her with such love. The look was familiar. She mouthed words at her. Hurry. Careful. Then the woman turned her head to the side, something had come into the room with her, and terror permeated throughout her body. She looked back at her it seemed and mouthed one more word. Daughter.
Allantra woke with a start, her heart pounding. Or was it the door, more than likely both. Someone pounded on the door. Groggy from sleep, Allantra wrapped the sheet around her. Stay in the hut. Dharean’s directive softly reverberated in her sleepy head. She wouldn’t leave the hut, she just wanted to answer the door and make whomever it was go away. She leaned her hot forehead against the crack in the door.
“Who is it?” she croaked out of her dry throat.
“Thank Kynn you’re in there, hurry we must flee!” came an urgent female voice.
“Flee?” Allantra repeated confused.
“It’s the vampyre servants; I think they waited until Masque and Dharean left they are marching upon the village now. Please hurry, almost everyone is gone!”
Allantra’s heart pounded. The village was under attack? She yanked the door open, and there standing on the threshold stood Nani, obviously flustered and clutching her breast. “We’ve no time, the sentinel who spotted them said they will be upon us any moment, will you please help me round up the children?” She turned and looked behind her frantically seeming to expect the vampyre servants to overrun the small village at any moment. Clutching the sheet tightly around her, Allantra took a step forward out of the hut and laid her ha
nd on the woman’s shoulder.
“Just give me a moment to dress, and I’ll help you.”
Nani turned around swiftly, the worried expression gone, only to be replaced by a dark repulsive scowl. “You will remove your filthy hands from my person, Harbinger!” she sneered. “Grab her!”
Before the words and the meaning sank in, strong hands clasped about her arms, letting the sheet fall roughly to the ground. Allantra looked to her left and saw a tall True Blood looking down at her with utter hatred and to her right, stood Dysil, who was openly admiring her naked form with a fanatical look in his eyes.
“It’s too bad I don’t have time to sample this whore’s charms.”
“What are you doing, asshole? I came here to help. Listen to me-” Before she could finish, Dysil hit her, hard enough to make her black out. Allantra slumped in their grasp.
“Take the bitch and make ready the fire. This whore has mesmerized our leader. He will see the spell she cast when she is dead and her power over him is broken. She is in league with the vampyres, it was her who gave Minn and the pups to the servants.” They dragged Allantra’s unconscious body away from the hut.
* * * *
“What is it, Brujo?” Masque inquired sensing the unease in his friend.
“I felt fear in Allantra, then nothing,” he answered thoughtfully, his heart beating painfully against his chest. He knew she was willful, but hoped she had stayed in the hut as he directed. “I will go to her.” Using his wizard speed, he made for the village. Masque dutifully shifted into raptor and took to the skies. He couldn’t possibly match the speed of the wizard, but he would get there soon enough.
When Dharean entered the village, it seemed to resonate with violent intent. He felt something he wasn’t used to feeling: cold hard fear. Every hut seemed abandoned, but he knew the people were here, he could feel all of them, but Allantra. Trying to remain calm, he concentrated on the feelings of violence, misgivings and guilt. It led him to the clearing in the back of the Place of Honor, where a fired licked closely at Allantra’s ankles. She was tied naked to a stake, her hands bound behind her back. Her head tilted forward, she was unconscious. Her long beautiful braid had a small fire creeping up the length, burning the beautiful strands. The scene enraged Dharean. A roar so loud that it caused birds to flutter from their nests, ripped from his throat. The people turned and cowered, immediately prostrating on the ground, all but a few.
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