by Garnet Hart
The alliance of the Dark Forces, currently lead by Lysander had ensured peace in Midgar. But for how long, he didn’t know.
He stood near the balustrade of the terrace to drink in peace. It was now ten in the evening and the snow had just melted. Other people at the terrace were holding their coats tight, but to someone like him who had endured the hostile weather of Skye for two hundred years, the spring chill of London felt warm.
He reached on his collar and was about to pull his tie loose when he noticed some ladies staring at him. They smiled at him.
They looked classy and elegant and the type who’d judge a person by the way he was dressed. If he touched anything on his suit, he could look barbaric in their eyes.
He didn’t care. This tie had been choking him for hours now. He needed to breathe.
This was why he hated attending gatherings involving the elites. He had always felt obliged to look perfect just to please them. If these foolish mortals only knew who he was.
Returning their stare, he tugged his tie loose. He thought they’d be disgusted, but they smiled instead. One woman caught his attention. She looked like Asian, but she was the tallest in her group. She kept her eyes on him, as if waiting for him to notice her.
He went on to unbutton the two top buttons of his shirt as he returned the woman’s gaze. Her eyes glowed wider as she smiled, as if she wanted him to show her more.
“Hey!” a voice grabbed his attention. When he turned to the door, he saw Bran coming to him with that annoying grin.
He grimaced inwardly. This jerk was the last one he wanted to talk to.
Bran was a Nosferatu and the Creator of Lysander. He used to be a legendary warrior, feared by all men for his extraordinary ability to swing a sword. But that was before he fell in love with a woman whom he killed to save Lysander’s life. Bran was never the same after that. He turned into an asshole who’d been constantly shitting on everyone’s faces.
“So, it’s true you’re here,” Bran said, brushing his wavy black hair with his fingers as though to emphasize that he just came from a salon.
“I’ve been here hours ago,” Lior replied. “You’re late.”
“Heh, I was shopping for a suit. I just arrived yesterday and I forgot to bring one with me.”
“Nice suit,” he said, eyeing Bran’s grey three-piece suit. “Glad you’re no longer a walking throwback of the medieval era.”
“As you can see, I’m an embodiment of a perfect modern man now, except that this tie’s choking me. But I need to get used to it for my future career.”
“Career? I thought you wanted to learn the stock market.”
“Nah, it bores me to death. Numbers, stupid numbers. Let Gustavo do that. I want a challenging career that can perhaps make me popular among the humans.”
“Ah, fame. You are quickly adapting to the ways of the mortals. So, what d’you have in mind?”
“I’m thinking of becoming the next president of the United States.”
Lior almost choked that he had to cough out the lump that suddenly clogged his throat. Had he heard it right? “President?!” he spluttered.
“Yes.”
“Of the United States?”
“You heard it. You deaf?”
Lior gulped his wine to clear his throat. This man was madder than he thought. “And how are you going to do that?”
“Simple. I’d fly to the US, become a citizen there, and run for the election. It’s democracy.”
Lior knew Bran had been learning a lot for the past year about the modern world, but this Nosferatu had hibernated for more than four hundred years in a catacomb and still had not fully understood the complicated process behind what he referred to as simple in these modern times. “Why not run for mayor of Wales first?” he suggested.
“I don’t waste my time with puny tasks. I want something bigger and spectacular. You’ll soon see what I’m capable of. Unlike you, I don’t intend to rot in a ranch where you have no one else to fuck but cows. I want to be surrounded with women and gain the respect of all the powerful men on earth that they wouldn’t mind sharing their wives with me.”
Lior rolled his eyes and sighed. “Gustavo taught you a lot, I must admit. But you’re still ignorant.”
Bran looked insulted. “You don’t believe I can?”
“Alright, what’s your agenda for being the president?”
“Agenda?”
“Something that you plan to do to convince the people to vote for you. That’s important in politics. You need to have an agenda.”
Bran wrinkled his eyebrows. “I don’t know. Perhaps burn all the temples in Midgar.”
“Then they will no’ vote for you.”
“Then I’ll kill all those who will not vote for me.”
Lior threw his hand in the air in exasperation. “Even the Ancient Forces does no’ want you back, how much more those Americans who dunna know shit about you?”
“The forces want me back as their leader, but I bluntly refused them. As for those Americans, I will make them know me.”
“How?”
Bran paused to think. “That’s something I have to think about.”
“Well, I wish you luck.”
“I don’t need any luck. I’m destined to be whoever I want to be.”
“Sure, but I dunna need to witness you make a joke out of your ancient hide. I’d rather watch my cows eat grass.”
Bran smirked. “You can’t wait to see your beloved cows, eh?”
Lior ignored Bran’s remark and finished his drink.
Bran nudged his elbow. “That chick over there has been looking at us for a while now.”
Lior followed Bran’s direction and found the Asian woman still staring at them seductively while drinking her glass of wine. Gauging by her looks, she was probably in her mid-twenties, and he could not deny that she was indeed beautiful.
He was used of women staring at him, but there was something different about this one. She had a kind of allure that was drawing him in. Strange.
“I bet she’s trying to figure out which of us she wants, and I’m positive she’s made up her mind on me,” Bran bragged
Lior never gave a damn about women in Midgar before, but what Bran said challenged him. He could not let the Vampire think that he was worth more than him, a god. “Her eyes are on me.”
“You’re so used at looking at your cows’ eyes that you cannot even tell where a woman is looking, because I’m telling you, her eyes are on me.”
The woman smiled and moved forward. Bran nudged him once again.
“She’s coming. I’m telling you she will come to me.”
“I dunna think so,” Lior replied as he watched the woman approaching. Just as he had expected, she ignored Bran and stood before him.
“Hello, handsome. You need someone to talk to?” she asked in a low seductive voice.
Lior glanced at Bran who was giving them the ‘I cannot believe it’ look. He smiled mischievously before looking back at the woman. “Yes, I’d rather spend my time talking to a beautiful woman than to an imbecile.”
Pissed, Bran addressed the woman. “Listen, lady. When I become the president, you will regret you had not come to me instead.”
The woman was momentarily dumbfounded. “President? You mean Prime Minister?
“No, president of the United States of America.”
Bran walked away with a swagger.
The woman looked at him. “Was he serious?”
“No. He’s a man with quite a humor,” Lior answered. He could not believe he had bothered to save that assbag’s face.
“Interesting. By the way, I’m Olivia Gonzales, the daughter of Senator Lorenzo Gonzales of the Philippines.”
Lior shook her hand before he replied. “You must be Ceres’ friend.”
“Yes. And you are Lior Wolverton.”
“Yes.”
“I like your name. It sounds like a dangerous beast from the north.”
The word bea
st momentarily silenced him, but it probably didn’t mean she knew anything about him. “I am from the North.”
“Oh! Lovely. Scotland, perhaps? I can tell from your accent.”
“You are correct. How long have you been friends with the Rochfords?”
“Not long really. I met Lady Rochford at a cake shop in the Philippines a few weeks ago. She could not make up her mind what to buy so I helped her. After that, she sent me an invitation for this night. Now, am I not lucky I met her? Because now I’m here and I met you.” Her eyes travelled slowly all over him in a teasing manner.
He grinned and tried to ignore her flirting. “I dinna expect I’d be popular with the ladies.”
“The minute you stepped into this ballroom, our eyes are on you, but you don’t seem to notice. And I heard no woman has managed to ever bed you before in the whole of Britain. I want to find out if it’s true.”
That was a rumor he neither denied nor admitted. It had been circulating around England since he became a producer. He only had one suspect in mind as the source of this information— that big-mouthed Demon. Next to Bran, Raith liked spreading bloody gossip.
He’d hated anyone delving into his sex life, but somehow, that tidbit was more noteworthy than his recent success in film production. Human beings were dimwits for the most part. He was a very sexually active God in Asgard. His lack of sexual activity here in Midgar was due to the fact that he refused to fornicate with lowly humans. He won’t go back to Asgard either just to fornicate with goddesses. He’d rather be celibate.
Olivia smiled when he did not answer her question, as if she’d concluded the rumor was true. “We’ll see about that tonight.”
She naughtily bit down on her lower lip, and he instantly got the message. To his surprise, his body started to heat up.
There was really something about this woman, for no other humans managed to rouse this kind of response from him no matter how hard they’d tried to seduce him. Well, with the exception of that Elf.
The thought of the half-breed evoked strange feelings inside him. Feelings he didn’t ever want to entertain again even if he lived forever. “Would you like to dance?”
Olivia glanced at the dance floor where a few couples were dancing to a slow tune. “Yes, but I want to dance with you at the rooftop so we can have a little privacy.”
He needed diversion from the thoughts of that Elf. “Good idea,” he replied and led her to the elevator.
The Bran Tower was forty-five stories high. It would take a bit for them to reach the top.
Just as he had expected, Olivia took the opportunity to sample him inside the lift, first by stroking his chest until she found the tiny buds hidden underneath his shirt. When his nipples hardened, she smiled and lowered her hand to the bulge on his crotch.
This was strange. For two hundred years, he had kept himself celibate. It was difficult, especially to someone like him who had an endless line of females, humans and Lycans alike, all waiting for their chance to sleep with him, but he had managed it by staying away from the lure of carnal pleasure or relying on his own trusty hand. But mostly, he had channeled his lust to other endeavors like tending to his vast ranch or checking out his varied businesses. He owned a lot of stakes in various companies in Britain but that was managed mostly by Lysander’s butler slash secret richest CEO in the world, Gustavo, who secretly handled his and Lysander’s billions the usual human way— through banks.
But this woman succeeded to break the barrier he had built around himself. And for the first time after two centuries, he had allowed a woman’s hand on his groin.
As they stepped out of the elevator seconds later, Olivia held his hand and led him to the center of the open rooftop. The air was cooler here, and the place was very peaceful.
Argard was an unbelievably beautiful place galaxies advanced than this mortal realm but he’d learned to enjoy his home for the past centuries. The view of Central London at night somehow resembled Asgard with all its new towering structures glittering with light.
Olivia clamped her hands behind his neck as she pressed her body against his. She could smell her arousal wafting in the air, and in response, his cock swelled bigger.
They danced without music, and she stared up at him, her eyes smoldering with heat. She brushed her upper lip with the tip of her tongue.
“I heard Asian women are conservative,” he said.
She smiled and glided one hand from his chest to his groin. “Then you’re probably mistaken,” she said and molded her fingers on his hard on.
His cock was expanding continuously. Strange, he thought, but fuck, he had missed this.
“My, you’ve got quite a huge package here. Too bad you don’t give the girls a chance to taste you.”
Quite an enchantress he found here. “Maybe they’re no’ as alluring as you are. Why don’t you show me what women can do and perhaps I’d change my mind and begin fucking all beautiful women I see.”
She smiled and unfastened his belt. “Begin fucking? You’re not saying you’re still a virgin, are you?”
Damn. Moments like this made him forget he was in Midgar. “It’s been a while.”
“That’s somehow hard to believe given how you look, but I tell you, there’s no one in this world who can suck your cock better than I can.”
Brash chick, but he wanted proof. “Really. You have no’ seen my cock yet.”
“I can take you up to the root.”
His brows arched, doubtful. “All of it, huh?”
“Every inch of it.”
“Then go for it.”
Like she was racing with time, she pushed down his trousers and pulled his cock out of his boxers. It popped out easily as it was already hard as fuck. She quickly knelt on the floor to see what she had unwrapped.
Her eyes widened in awe as she followed the thick length of his flesh. “You’re huge!” she breathed out.
He smiled. “You said all, Olivia. Take it all inside your mouth.”
She circled her fingers around the base. Her long fingers still looked tiny compared to his length. With her eyes on him, she began licking the swollen red head.
He was tempted to push deep inside her mouth and fuck her hard for all her worth, but he restrained himself. This mortal could not possibly handle his bestial strength.
“You have a magnificent cock, Lior. I love it.” She opened her mouth wide and swallowed the bulbous head. Her lips stretched to the limit, but she did not seem to mind.
He felt every nerve in his body spiral out of control as she took him in deeper and deeper into the hot depths of her mouth that he was afraid she’d choke and die.
He knew he was huge, but the task seemed too easy for this woman. Her eyes were glowing as though sucking him in was the most delightful thing she’d ever done. For a moment she had a difficult time with the base which was the thickest portion of his cock, but she was simply a pro. Odin’s holy balls! She could really take it all in!
She moaned, the vibrations sending little shockwaves all over the sensitive nerves of his flesh.
Fuck, she was good. He was not able to hold back the groan that escaped out of his throat. If he had known there were women like this in Midgar, he could have changed his mind and indulged his libido a long time ago. He wouldn’t have had suffered every full moon when the need to mate for Lycans was the strongest.
The way this mortal was going at his cock was unbelievable. His sperm was boiling in his sac, and he’d spill it all out anytime now.
“Mmmm,” she moaned and sucked harder, urging him to come.
But he wouldn’t. He was a god. He should be dominating her, not the other way around.
Holding the sides of her head firmly, he stopped her and slowly withdrew, only to drive back in, deep down her throat. She made a sound but not of protest. He pumped in her mouth, slowly at first, observing if she could take more of him. Her nails were digging on his butt cheeks, encouraging him to do whatever he wanted, so he moved faster and
plunged deeper.
Fuck, he was about to explode.
She was moaning wildly now, sucking him like the Ragnarok was coming. His entire body stiffened and his cock thickened to bursting. Gritting his teeth, he buried himself to the hilt as he erupted. He groaned, shooting his seed in a stream down her throat.
But even in the throes of orgasm, he did something on instinct. He pulled out of her, spraying the rest of his ejaculate on her face and neck.
She grabbed the base of his cock, licking everything off clean.
Breathing heavily, he looked down at her. Odin’s balls, this mortal could suck like the horniest goddess!
Slowly, she rose to her feet and ran her fingertips over his lips. “I told you no one can suck you better than I can. If you want more, let’s go to my place.”
She turned and walked away. Before she entered the elevator, she looked back over her shoulders to see him, silently inviting him to follow her.
He zipped his trousers and fastened his belt as he watched her go. There was no law in Asgard prohibiting gods from having sex with humans. That was merely his self-imposed rule when he decided to remain in Midgar. But tonight, this celibacy would have to end.
Two centuries was far too long to atone for his sins.
Chapter 2
Manila, Philippines
Lior breathed in the air of this country.
If there was one country he had never given a thought to see, this was it. However, unexpected things always happen.
Priestess Nadia, the High Priestess of the Temple of Freya located in the Philippines, had called him two days ago to tell him about a woman that he had to come see at once.
So here he was now.
He stepped out of the Manila airport’s arrival area. He had not been to many countries here in Midgar, but this airport was so far the most crowded he’d ever seen.
Outside, he was greeted by a strange scene. So many people were standing a few feet away from him, as if they were waiting for someone or something.
