Bloodlines 2 Ancestry

by Toni L. Meilleur

  “What’s going on?” Allantra demanded, though she knew Dharean would never put her in harm’s way the demons scared the hell out of her.

  “Masque and I couldn’t find Minn’s trail or the servants, because it was too cleverly shielded. But evil can find evil. In return for food provided they agreed to show us the trail the servants took. We must shift forms to move quickly, they have agreed to only this one night.”

  Allantra removed her clothes, as did Masque and Dharean. She could feel the eyes of both men on her and she reveled in the attention. After packing the clothes in the satchel provided, Masque grabbed Dharean’s herb bag and Dharean slung the satchel across his shoulders. Masque shifted so quickly she barely saw the change from man to raptor. The raptor held the bag firmly in its claws. Allantra changed to her wolf form, as Dharean changed to his panther, the bag slung across its body so as not to fall off. In moments the two of them were running full blast behind the demons and the raptor with his sharp vision followed in the air.

  When dawn threatened to break the dark sky into pieces, the demons immediately stopped their tracking and turned to the animals as they approached. The raptor began to dive from the sky, the panther and wolf transformed quickly.

  “We have fulfilled our bargain.” The demon hissed. “We cannot go any further, unlessss of courssse you have another offering for usssss.” They eyed Allantra then Masque as he touched ground and shifted,, his naked form sweaty from the exertion of flying all night.

  “No, our deal is done, shadow demon.” With that the demons just simply faded away. Dharean turned to the other two. “We will eat and rest.”

  “I can track them now; it seems the vampyre stopped shielding them some miles back.” Masque informed them, “While flying I spotted a pond not too far from here. We can bathe there. I will lead the way.”

  Allantra couldn’t help but giggle, when Masque took point, his finely chiseled ass was something to behold. Dharean took one look at her looking at Masque’s ass and immediately swept her up in his arms; she laid her head on his chest and put her arms around his neck.

  “So all I have to do to get carried is look at another man’s ass?” she joked, feeling his cock come alive and bounce under her butt as he walked.

  “You will get another man killed that way.” He growled. But he couldn’t stop that niggling thought that he would have to deal with Allantra looking at another man with lust. A vampyre. For now he tossed that aside; right now it was just the two of them, and he would not taint it with thoughts of her other lover.

  At the sound of a splash, they knew the pond was near and he finally let her down, since obviously Masque was already in the water. “Last one there is slave to the other one.” Allantra called out already running before Dharean even realized what she said. Immediately he dropped the satchel and took off after her. Her naked body hit the water a second before he caught her. She giggled as he grabbed her around the waist.

  “I won,” she said triumphantly.

  “You cheated,” he responded nibbling on her ear.

  “Are you going to be a sore loser?” she asked turning in his arms.

  “How can I lose, if I’m you’re slave?” He grinned devilishly, taking her mouth in a deep kiss. Allantra felt his hard erection against her belly as he held her tight.

  What about Masque?

  Is it okay if he watches? Allantra got wetter between her legs just thinking about it.

  Fine with me, she responded.

  You are a dream come true. Dharean grinned into the kiss.

  Over her shoulder she could see Masque come up on the bank and sit with his back against a tree trunk. His butter-yellow hair was slicked back from the water. He parted his legs slightly as he looked at them in the water, his cock in his hand stroking it slowly. Allantra’s heart began to pound in anticipation.

  Chapter Ten

  With little effort, Dharean lifted Allantra out of the water without breaking the kiss. Immediately she wrapped her strong brown legs around his waist, and felt his cock bobbing against the crevice of her ass. If possible, she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, loving the taste that was Dharean. He growled a sound half man half beast, as his tongue sought out her own unique sweet taste. She felt his hands at her tiny waist again and she was lifted up just high enough for him to position her on his cock. Gently at first, he worked the almost steel like head into her folds, and when her body naturally adjusted for him, he pushed her all the way down. This time the sound that vibrated from his throat was all animal. Allantra felt as well as heard the intake of breath when she fully sheathed him, for a moment she was lost in the sensation as well.

  Then Dharean began to take long strides toward the bank of the pond. Each powerful step made his cock go deeper, pull out a little only to be rammed in again. Allantra broke the kiss and mewled softly, throwing her head back and just living in the sensation of being fucked as he walked. He stopped no more than ten feet from where Masque sat stroking himself a little faster, his eyes never once leaving the amorous couple. Just knowing he was watching them, sent the most erotic chills down her naked spine.

  Dharean lowered her to the soft grass, still managing to keep his cock firmly embedded in her. Allantra was on her back and within moments, the sound of their wet bodies coming together began to crack the air. Allantra could hear Masque’s breathing becoming more and more shallow as he watched them. She dug her nails in Dharean’s back, dragging them across, leaving deep welts in their wake. It only succeeded in making him pump into her faster. The thought of his mate marking him, claiming him, seemed to engorge his cock even more. The slickness of her, the tightness was driving him to levels of pleasure he had no idea even existed. She cried his name over and over, her legs trembling from the onslaught of the sensation. She felt the energy trying to pour forth, and she denied it, knowing the last time could have been disastrous. She felt a sense of triumph as she held it at bay.

  Dharean was there in her mind, knowing the small battle she fought, and her accomplishment. She was strong and a fast learner, and by the gods she felt good on his cock. He felt himself ready to spew in her, but he himself held back, the strangled moans from Masque caught his hearing. He pulled out of Allantra, and immediately she protested. “Trust me, flammulae, you will like this.” He said softly. She brought herself up on her elbows. “Come here.” He commanded to Masque. Ever expressionless, Masque obeyed his command. His cock, florid and thick, bounced as he walked the short distance to them. Dharean indicated that he kneel on one side of Allantra, Dharean then disengaged himself from between her sweet, smooth thighs and took post at the other side. “Lie back,” he said seductively. When she complied he smiled indulgently. “Pleasure yourself as we pleasure ourselves, watch us as we coat your lovely breasts with our hot seed, as we watch you bring yourself to peak.”

  No hotter command had been given, Allantra was sure of that. Each man took his swollen dick in hand; Dharean was glossy and slick from being inside of her. “May I?” Masque asked Dharean, who with the slightest hesitation nodded. He only wants to coat himself with your juices, will you allow this? Dharean asked her. “Yes” Allantra answered in an airy voice. Though the idea appealed to her, she was half afraid Masque’s unnaturally clawed hands would scrape her. But Masque, with the gentlest of touches, leaned over to his side slightly, three fingers—with contracted claws—swirled around her pussy, collecting the cream gathered there. Allantra nearly came off the ground from the touch. She was so sensitive and ready to come.

  She watched Masque as he rubbed her slippery fluid on his cock, and her clit, if possible, got even harder. They both began to masturbate over her breasts; Allantra reached down and in small impatient circular motions began to seek the road that would bring her over the edge. The breathing of the two men became ragged and shallow. She could hear that they would be coming soon. She brought her hips off the ground as her orgasm threatened to overpower her and make her mindless, and she didn’t care one bit. It seized
her, rendered her immobile and unable to scream. Her mouth opened but nothing came out. Large tidal waves of pleasure undulated in and around her mons. And if that wasn’t enough, both men growled loudly and she felt large streams of their seed plop on her breasts. She couldn’t help herself; she looked at both cocks as they spurted all over her. Masque had thrown his head back giving his howl up to the early morning sun, but Dharean’s eyes had stayed trained on her the whole time.

  She smiled at him and the tenderness on his face, she was quite sure, had never been seen by anyone else. “Thank you.” Masque said quietly getting to his feet; his manhood, now going back to its natural state, was still impressive. He turned and left heading for the pond, a few seconds later a very clean splash sounded in the pond.

  “That was very generous of you.” Dharean said, sitting back on his haunches as Allantra sat up looking at the semen that was drying fast on her breasts.

  “You as well. I know you have a problem sharing.” She gave him a slanted look, gauging his reaction; he knew she was referring to Khaelen. But he did not tense as she expected him to. Instead he ignored the reference.

  “In the past Masque and I have shared many women.”

  “Somehow I do not doubt that.” She laughed. “Besides it was a new experience for me, and he was most respectful. I didn’t mind at all.” Dharean stood and held out his hand to her, which she took, he pulled her up with little effort.

  “Do not get used to it.” He mumbled leading her to the water. Allantra let the remark pass. He was trying to share, even though it was easier to share with his best friend, Khaelen, however, was a different matter for him altogether.

  “I will take first watch.” Masque stated. After the bath they had all eaten a light meal consisting of the fruits from nearby trees.

  “No we can’t waste time taking shifts. We will all sleep for a couple of hours and no more. I will put up protection barriers so that we all may rest together.” The other two nodded. Allantra settled in Dharean’s arms, Masque slept on the other side of her. It wasn’t sexual, it was for protection. In no time they were all sleeping.

  * * * *

  Finally they are coming! Dominica would have clapped if she had that kind of joy in her; instead she chose to visit her favorite pet in the secret room. She glided fast. They had three; she could see them through the eyes of the servants; a rather plump woman and two boys, twins. They were young but she really didn’t think it mattered. Blood was blood and she most certainly planned to shed theirs. Everything was in place; all she needed was the blood. Did she dare dream of the day when she would again be corporeal and cause chaos and death among the traitorous Council Members? They dare try to banish her and keep her in this form while they enjoyed the favors of being flesh and blood again! No, she would show them, all of them.

  For over a hundred years since she had been cursed, she had studied the Black Arts diligently. She was a master at it. There was much to be answered for. She would bring the justice that she had been denied. She practically sneered at the thought that a traitorous shape-shifter had done this to her. They couldn’t be trusted. They could never be trusted, should have never been trusted. She glided into the secret dungeon and was pleased to see her pet was alive and awake. No, she wouldn’t chance hurting her now, she was too close. But what could she do? So much excitement, surely she could cause some pain and not endanger the life of this dirty animal. Just a little bit, yes, she could make her relive the death of her mate; she made such delicious screams last time. Not too much, just enough to make her plead for mercy, make her call his name futilely as if her pleading could save him. She lowered herself until she was at face level with the shifter. They will be here very soon. We’re going to have just a little fun. Not too much, for I will need you alive and well, so that I may kill you later. Dominica with dramatic flair pushed her wraith like hands into the mind of Taraema, feeding her the ghastly images. At her first scream a bolt of pleasure went through Dominica.

  * * * *

  Allantra bolted upright with a scream caught in her throat. Only it wasn’t her pain, it was someone else’s. The woman in her dream had been in intense pain. She couldn’t see what the woman was so frightened of; there were only shadows in the room. It looked to be a dungeon of some sort.

  “What is wrong?” Dharean asked sitting up next to her. He wrapped his strong arms around her. Masque too was up, his expressionless face seeming to search for an answer in hers.

  “I dreamed of her again,” she whispered more to herself than Dharean.

  “Dreamed of who?” he rubbed her arms absently, as small goose bumps covered them from her fear.

  “I don’t know her, but she looks like me.” Allantra answered, leaning back in the cocoon of Dharean’s arms.

  “Perhaps you were seeing something from the future?” Masque suggested.

  “I don’t think so, it felt real, like,” she searched for words, “like it was happening somewhere right at that moment.”

  “Hmm,” Dharean began, “could it be you are linked with the vampyre and he is…”

  “What are you suggesting?” Allantra immediately defensive, disengaged herself from the warm embrace and turned to face him. “Are you trying to suggest he is hurting some poor woman and that’s what I’m witnessing?”

  “He is vampyre, you know. How well do you really know him, Allantra? Couldn’t he very well be the one behind taking Minn and the pups?”

  “Oh I can’t believe this!” Allantra got up and began to stomp around erratically while she vented her anger. “Look, I know this whole triad thing is hard to deal with. I got that. It’s hard for me too!” Allantra ran roughshod over her own lie. Truly she was not disappointed that she had been fated to two skillful and gorgeous lovers but right now she wasn’t about to discuss that. “We have to stick together, that’s what the prophecy says ‘If one should falter,’ Dharean, this whole thing will be for nothing. Please, I know it’s not Khaelen.”

  Dharean took a deep breath; Masque looked on without saying a word. Dharean had the distinct impression from his emotionless friend that he was enjoying Dharean squirm.

  “All right then, it was just a theory. Obviously you are linked to someone.”

  “There is no one else.” Allantra whined. “I am not close to anyone else, and why now? Why am I having this connection now?”

  “This world is full of mystery, little one. There are different ways to connect. There has to be some sort of blood or spirit connection to this woman.”

  “The dream plane,” Masque said solemnly.

  “What?” Allantra looked to Masque for the first time since she woke up.

  “The dream plane; often you can connect through dreams, especially if it’s a spirit.”

  “But she didn’t look like a spirit. She looked to be flesh and blood.”

  “Then perhaps she is dying.”

  The words hung in the air like a thick fog. Allantra mulled the words and the possibility over. She was chained to a wall, and she did look as if she had been tortured. If the woman were dying it would stand to reason she could reach her on the dream plane. But why her? Allantra shook her head in an effort to clear the matter from her mind. She could deal with this later; right now Minn and the boys needed to be rescued.

  “We should go,” Allantra declared, looking at the two men as if they were slackers.

  Silently the men rose, Dharean grabbed the herb bag and left the larger bag behind. “We don’t need it.” He threw it high into a tree where it caught on a branch and stayed out of sight. “We also don’t need any of the vampyre servants coming upon this and getting suspicious.” Masque had already begun to pace around the perimeter looking to see where he could pick up the trail. He gestured for them to follow. From now on they traveled in silence, running on silent booted feet.

  Chapter Eleven

  Khaelen sat at his desk, looking at the setting sun, through his special made windows. He’d taken to sleeping in his office since Allantr
a had left. He’d also begun to rise early, waking before the sun had fully set. She was in his system, and he missed her.

  It seemed that the residents in the Civil Lands could sense impending chaos in the air. More and more arrests were being made—and unfortunately most of the charges were legitimate. There was a distinct smell of change in the air. Change; there had been lots of it these past couple of weeks. He painfully remembered waking up and finding that Allantra had gone. He knew that she had to leave, but he thought she at least would have waited until he had risen.

  Even through her journey he had tried to contact her and she had stubbornly refused to communicate with him. He knew why, he could feel her hurt just as he hurt at the separation. Still it was killing him not knowing where she was, if she was even all right. Sometimes if he didn’t monitor his thoughts carefully he let his fears take over that maybe she had died. But he would know it. They weren’t completely bonded yet but he planned on taking care of that as soon as she returned. She belonged to him and to him alone. Perhaps he should have told her that he had fallen in love with her, but the feelings had been much too new and raw for him to share, but surely she knew.

  Too much time had passed since he had last taken her blood. He couldn’t connect to her mentally anymore, but as soon as she returned… What he needed to do was redirect his thoughts. He had been drawing up a new government structure that would reflect the changes that would be made. So many laws to be added and revised it practically made him dizzy just thinking about it. But right now he was burned out and he needed a small break. He pushed back the chair, the legs scraping against the floor like they had done thousands of times before. He felt antsy. He felt like the residents, something was about to happen, and it was bad.

  Moments later he found himself strolling through the halls of the Quarter. He watched as Quarter Guards took suspected criminals through the process. As much as he’d wanted to stop the process of taking blood, doing so would have caused questions. The mood in the Civil Lands was much too wild as it stood. He quirked his eyebrow up as he watched three dirty and disheveled Quarter Guards practically drag a woman and a set of twin boys no older that six or seven out of the blood sampling room. Now that was odd. Automatically he reached into the Guard’s minds to find they were blocked. Very strong mental blocks stood in his way, immediately he became irritated. This did not bode well. Only a vampyre of substantial power could create mind blocks such as these. He had a feeling the small truce they set with the Council was breached or was about to be.