by L M Adams
She smiles at me and I smile back, holding up a finger to my lips signaling for her to keep quiet. She giggles and nods and flitters back further into the bush.
“Come now, Wench, I know you want this dick.” His voice sounds far away… gotcha beast… I snort with laughter and take off running as fast as I can to the other side of the warehouse and the doghouse enclosure that houses the stairs.
The large blue tarp covering the hole in the roof comes into view. I leap into the air, the stones skidding below my feet… I’m in his arms before I can blink or land on the other side of the blue tarp. The fucker made me think he was further away.
My heart feels light as he gathers me closely and time seems to slow again as we turn in each other arms, floating in the air. The magic of creation sparkles between us.
“Ah!” I scream and laugh all at once as Lucien falls into the dark earth of one of the planter boxes, dragging me down with him.
“Mine.” He growls and to the victor goes the spoils of war.
“You cheated!” I shout almost breathlessly.
“Oh Aye?”
“You threw your voice, I thought you were further away.”
“You mean I outwitted you.”
I slap his chest, laughing.
“You’re crushing the seedlings, you big lout!” The high-pitched indignant squeal of one of the pixies and a flash of dragonfly wings speeds towards us.
I chuckle and lay on Lucien’s large chest, propping my head up on one hand as I look at the pretty pixie. Saffron is the name he took; it seems they’ve all named themselves after spices of all things. But it had to be done – something about pixies picking a new name for a new world. Saffron is the sort of leader of the pixies of the eventide warehouse. And they speak with one voice through him.
I’ve never really interacted with them before they became my little spies. Back home on Ra’suá they seldom came to play in my hair, instead preferring Tabari and the oodles of power he was radiating, probably.
Still, I’m finding myself endeared with the small yet fierce creatures, highly protective of the lands they settle on. They worship Gaia for all that she is and never demand things from her that she is not. It seems they live a very ritually based life, not pious per se – but very organized. Things must be done in a certain way, in a certain order, at a certain time… all of the time.
Having them share the rooftop gardens with Kitty probably wasn’t one of my better ideas. Kitty is chaotic, even by my standards. I’ve had to play referee between the pixies and Kitty often. And then other times I’ll find the pixies braiding her hair as she hums and plants seedlings in the planter boxes.
Like most beings, they have a love-hate relationship with Kitty. I can relate.
They seem to love Lucien. But then I guess I would too if all the things I love in life need the sun, and Luey’s very blood is an elixir to that life. It doesn’t mean that they’ll come and play in his hair, in an odd way, they also fear him, because that same light they need to live, can also scorch their wings.
The fact that Saffron talks to Lucien this way, speaks to the small pixie’s courage.
“Oh Aye, Mr. Saffron – and what shall this cost me?” Lucien grumbles low still holding me to him as we lay on the fresh dark earth of the large planter box.
“At least three drops of blood!” The small but arrogant pixie proclaims.
“Promise that you and yours will give me peace and privacy while I’m here with my future wife and we have a deal.”
“It is done.” The pixie nods and flitters off, wings beating at dizzying speeds until he’s only a colorful sparkle of light, a glimmer caught out of the corner of my eye.
“Three drops of blood? For little old me?” I bat my eyelashes quickly.
“Oh Aye, he should have negotiated better I would have given him four.”
I laugh as his large hand comes to cup the back of my neck and drag me down towards his soft lips… his tongue in my mouth is everything but soft.
My body seems to mold to his, I straddle his hard thighs, my knees sinking into the warm earth as our lips and tongue taste and discover what has always been known between us – I belong to him. He never need fear Carter or any other man taking his place in my heart.
Soon his hands can’t touch me enough, feel me enough. Roaming up my back, squeezing my ass, grazing my thighs. The heat of the June sun on my back pales in comparison to the heat between my thighs when Lucien Hari Ramzia is near.
He undoes the belt on my robe exposing the small bit of cloth covering my womanhood and one of his shirts, marking me as his. There is no ask, no breaking of kiss before he pulls his cock free, pushes the thin lace of my panties to the side, and presses just the tip of his cock to my entrance.
I’m wet, I’m so fucking wet. And even after all of the debauched fucking last night – filled with screams, and blood, and terror, and need… I still want him.
My thoughts swim with his power. Tasting different and yet so very familiar. I try to push back on his cock, ready for the first stretching, my very favorite part. The bit of pain, the anticipation before he fills me to bursting. I love the edge, the tip, the moments before sinful insanity that tastes of aching desire yet to be fulfilled.
He grips my thighs, stopping me, and breaks the kiss.
I whimper for him, pushing up on my hands still spread across his sweaty, muscled, dark chest. “You want to hear me beg? I shall beg, Luey.” I try to push back again, yet again he keeps me from having any more than just the tip.
“Oh aye, you shall beg and cry. But first you shall tell me if you fucked another man last night.”
“Only Jack.” I murmur.
“Good girl.”
He pushes me down on his cock so suddenly I can’t inhale, pleasure bursts inside of me, outside of me and whatever control I thought I had over my power is gone. The air around us fills with the smell of succubus, lemon citron – the air sparkling with gold and purple.
I almost weep from the loss as he pulls me up to balance on just the tip again… taking away my favorite thing.
“That was your reward for being a good girl.” His features hard, unrelenting, eyes sparkling with burnished gold and evil fire.
Being on top usually means I’m in control, perhaps that is a folly with Lucien… it doesn’t matter what way he takes me – he’s always in control.
The opening of my pussy quivers around the tip of him, wanting… needing to swallow down that massive cock, needing it to bruise my cervix, pound pain and pleasure into my very core. If someone were to ask me if I wish for life or cock at this very moment, I’d die happy on his dick and call it a good ride.
“Luey…” I beg, not really knowing how to express how much I need him inside of me.
“You could fuck every man in the world, but none of them could fill you with the sun.” He rams me back down on his cock and I lean back onto it greedily, but still he takes it away – pulling me up to the tip again, just so he can watch me cry.
“You are the only Luey,” I whimper not completely making sense, not sure how to make sense.
If he feels insecure about my time with Carter… with Dem… with anyone… he shouldn’t; he is my Luey and I am his Wench and no amount of bloodwhores and depraved sex will ever change that.
“Stay on the tip, Jaevia.” He whispers darkly as his hands leave my thighs and run up my shirt to my nipples.
He pinches them gently, rolling my flesh and piercings between his fingers. My legs begin to shake, from the desire, from the strain of staying perfectly balanced on just the tip.
“You get one more, and you’d better come.”
“Luey please! I want more!”
He shakes his head no, “I have to keep you in wanting.”
His hands leave my breasts and push me back down on him hard. My pussy squeezes and I begin a glorious orgasm just as he pulls me off making me ruin it on his tip.
“Oh goddess, please,” I whimper in tortured praye
r as my body convulses trying to understand the mixed signals, my release incomplete, the pressure gone, the need unsatiated; a hollow pit in my gut, in my soul. The sun cannot leave his moon so wanting… he just can’t.
“Off.”
“No, Luey, no. Please don’t.” I beg him, tears beginning to fall, bottom lip trembling. My desire to be queen, mistress, goddess… all gone… all I want to be is his baby girl.
“Want to be Daddy’s good girl?”
I nod… he lowers me just a bit onto his cock.
The edge of an orgasm comes rushing back making my stomach knot with desire… fuck, he’s good.
“I’m always going to be a jealous bastard…” He moans and moves his hips up and down teasing me with that first fucking inch. Rubbing and stretching me just a bit, giving me pleasure and leaving me in need all at the same fucking time.
My breathing becomes even harsher, short quick breaths, searching for that pain filled fullness only Lucien can provide. I’m so wet I drip down his cock, onto his pants. The air around us almost vibrates with the mix of our shimmering power.
I try to push back. He brings one large hand up to wrap around my pretty little throat with strength to snap it if only he wanted to.
“You get what I fucking give you, when I fucking give it to you. Right now you don’t even deserve this.”
I nod crying, desperate for him not to take the inch away. “I understand, Daddy.”
“No, you don’t.” He pulls me up leaving me on the tip again.
My gut bottoms out and I close my eyes tight, praying for peace, knowing that his cock is the only thing that can give it.
“A good girl is obedient.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. Not carrying about my tears, or my pride, or how this would seem. I only care about pleasing my Daddy.
“You’re a naughty girl.”
I nod.
“Say it!”
“I’m a naughty girl.”
“Mmm hmm.” He tightens his hand around my throat and brings the other to part my wet needy lips.
“Don’t please don’t.” I beg with little breath I have as he begins to rub my clit with the pad of his thumb.
“A naughty girl deserves this, are you a naughty girl?”
“Yes!” I scream desperately my body urging me to push down on his cock, his hand isn’t there to keep me up on the tip, I could just take it.
But it isn’t mine to take.
He leaves me in the throes of this war for what seems like forever, but I do not betray him or his orders because naughty girls only get the tip.
“We shall finish this later.”
“Please, Luey.” I beg him all of my heart. “Please I’ll do anything.”
“Do you need it?”
“Yes.” I cry.
“Maybe Carter can finish it for you.”
“No!” I scream.
“You want Daddy to finish it?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t fuck the guards, Jaevia.”
“I don’t fuck the guards.”
“Ever.”
“Yes, Luey.” I nod.
He sits up and grabs my hair at the nape of my neck. “I can’t risk you baby, they’re half tamed.”
I nod understanding his fear… he fears they’ll rip out my throat like they ripped out his mother’s. Lucien is a jealous bastard… but this time – he’s right.
He pushes me down on his cock. “Have your fill, Wench, have all you want.” He murmurs in my hair as I begin riding him.
He kisses my neck, and begins biting my flesh gently, growling low. I know he craves flesh, my flesh. I let the robe fall off of me and get him to let me go just enough so I can get his shirt off.
“Thank you,” he growls a moment before he takes the breast over my heart into his mouth.
Our arms wrapped around one another, our flesh as close as it can possibly be, both of us wishing we could meld into one thing, be rejoined and never be parted again.
The heat around us builds as I try to hold myself away from the climax, I want my fill, I want to fuck him for forever, I want this to never end. But that is not the way the world works, and forever has an end, just like all things.
Things low in my body squeeze him tight as the pressure that has been building for forever is finally released. My vision bursts into colors of light and I feel him follow behind me into the pleasure that binds us together just as much as the pain.
My body feels unreal, detached from my consciousness as I fall forward to his chest. He wraps me tightly in his strong arms grounding me to this existence.
Lucien is just as affected as me, the beat of his heart sounds like a wild drum. We lay in the dark earth as the sun warms our flesh and the rest of existence couldn’t matter one bit to either of us right now.
“Tell me you are still mine above all others, Wench.” He murmurs low and begins stroking my back gently.
I smile and hum. “I will always belong to you, Luey. You claimed your Wench, never worry about that.”
An almost purring sound radiates from his chest.
“That is what our young berserkers need, Jaevia. A sense of belonging, of love.”
I sigh and begin to draw circles over his heart with a fingertip.
“They have a Pax.”
“Aye Wench, but a mate and a Pax are worlds of difference. Carter has lost his mate.”
“Brianna was not his mate! She had not been marked.”
Lucien huffs, “As if I did not know you were my mate when first I laid eyes on you.”
My heart warms. “Brianna is in a coma, there’s nothing we can do for her. And even if we could… it’s not her responsibility to fix Carter.”
“Perhaps not, Wench. But the men need to see love is possible for them… maybe… date?”
“Date?” I huff. “What are we going to do, hook them up with some unsuspecting human women? Have a monster mixer?”
“No, we already know women of appropriate age and bloodlines.”
My heart drops, “The victims of Camp Haven?” I can’t believe he would offer them up to slake the lust and needs of men.
I pull from him, stand up and grab my robe from the ground. Suddenly I feel horribly exposed.
He sighs and sits up, “Many do not feel like victims… not anymore. They are ready to start their lives. You have not visited the camp, I do… some are ready, Wench.”
“To go back to being little more than concubines to monsters?!”
Lucien stands and fixes his pants, “To find love with those that understand their needs and what they’ve been through. They cannot go back to a human life. Perhaps the cursed men and cursed women can find love in the darkness and bring them light.”
“No! I won’t have it!” I yell shrilly.
He frowns, towering above me, but I will not back down – this is far too important. I didn’t save Brianna; I didn’t protect her like I should have. I will not make the same mistake.
I expect a fight, I’m ready for a fight, but he must see something in my eyes because his features relax suddenly, and he reaches up a hand to gently cup my face.
“You are queen, Jaevia; if you say no, it means no. I trust you and respect you as my queen.”
“Even if you don’t agree?”
He nods, “Even if I don’t agree.”
It mollifies me a bit, perhaps I jumped on him too quickly.
“Okay, Luey.”
He smiles, “You still sound angry at me.”
“I am.”
“Does this mean I cannot have a kiss?”
I roll my eyes. In my heart I know if I say no, or pull away from him, it will hurt his feelings. Lucien is a very sensitive man about some things. Most of all he needs to be reassured that I love him, and I choose him, and I’ll never forsake him.
“You can kiss me.” I smile a bit, hell he’s all cute when he’s gruffy and lovey.
His kiss is gentle and easy, not demanding. Luey can be tender if he want
s. And I can’t help but wonder if he kisses me so softly now to show me that even the most fearsome beast in the world can be tamed by a woman and taught to be gentle in love.
15
Jaevia
Luey sends me off to get cleaned up alone, because, and I quote, ‘I won’t be able to keep my hands from your flesh, Wench, and the Bloodsucker will be on my shit if we don’t get ready’.
I smile through my second shower of the day, the hangover gone, my mood improved. There is still the issue of what to do about Carter, I guess the only thing I haven’t tried… talk to him.
Maybe I can forgive him. I miss Big Mike, I always will, but whatever part Carter played in his death, the young berserker has more than paid for it. I’m not even truly angry at him over Brianna. The girl made her choices, if anyone is at fault for what happened to her, it would be me. She was my responsibility.
Lucien’s suggestion to get the berserker men girlfriends, or partners, still nags at me a bit. I push the thought away, there’s no way I can risk another woman for the sake of these men who can’t seem to control themselves. Maybe if all the women at Camp Haven were more like Némion, terrifyingly dominant, I could consider it. Némion would murder them all before any of them could make a victim of her.
For now, things are manageable as they are, talking to Carter may just fix all of this. With me giving him my forgiveness the idea of offering the cambion girls from Camp Haven up as some sort of lambs to the slaughter can die in the water.
I get out of the shower and head to the dressing room, Jack is there, hanging up clothes.
“Where’s Dani?”
I hired the human bloodwhore slave that Dem gave us as an engagement gift as our housekeeper. She is a marvel, you never really see the girl, you just see her touches around the house. She knows where things go, what things we like… how to get rid of a dead body, you know, things a housekeeper should be good at.
Jack appreciates her more than words can describe. He bought her a brand-new charcoal gray Audi so that she can run errands and on top of my wage he gives her a generous stipend.
