Stigmata

by L M Adams

  The enchantments are powerful enough to even give me pause, I look over my shoulder to Lucien, “Are these the blow-up kind?”

  He suddenly finds something very interesting on the wall to look at.

  I sigh and shake my head, can’t really argue with the man with Azazael still after us. I stick the key in the lock and turn, the heavy tumbler slides open and the runes in the door shine a bright gold, reminding me of Lucien’s stigmata.

  The door swings open as if it senses me and knows me. I stop short of saying ‘open sesame’ – but the sentiment is there. With Lucien’s help; Jack made a place I could feel safe in. An existence where I don’t have to worry about my survival so goddamn much.

  “Lucien will make you a place you can rule from – I made a place you can escape to,” my handsome vampire murmurs behind me.

  “Thank you,” I whisper before I step through the door.

  The hallway is stark as well, a door to the right and stairs directly in front.

  “The boring stuff… laundry, water heater and the such is through there,” Jack whispers from behind me.

  I decide to skip the boring stuff and walk up the stairs, stepping into a sex dungeon made for a queen of the succubae.

  “Wow,” I breathe out as I look around the large room.

  Dark wood floors, the walls padded with a black buttoned tufted leather. Every manner of bondage furniture, from a St Andrew’s cross to a bondage table. Mechanical pulley’s and gears secured above for suspension bondage.

  Jack steps up beside me and holds out his arm, I take it, and he guides me over to the right wall.

  “I had it completely stocked, but if there is something you desire, I will see it brought.”

  I’m confused over what he’s talking about until he guides me over to a panel and shows me where to press the cushioned wall. The panel clicks and when I take my hand away, the wall comes out a few inches and begins sliding to the left, revealing a wall full of… everything.

  I dare say this collection may put even the wall of the taker at Kiss to shame. Every tool fashioned in a dark purple color or pure black with silver and black accents, every whip, every cock, every gag, every crop… all of it made especially for me. Low on the wall is a shelf that runs along the bottom, small glass bottles with elegant handwriting labeling each one… all types of oils and potions, things that feel good, things that hurt.

  “Goddess be,” I whisper, he thought of everything.

  “Come Jaevia, Capaneus,” Lucien orders us, “we will have time for these things… but not tonight.”

  Jack and I go to join Luey, and follow him up another set of stairs, Lucien is Master tonight.

  46

  Jaevia

  Lucien manages to be patient enough to let Jack give me a quick tour of the rest of the house.

  “I will go and get a shower while the two of you dally about.”

  I huff at my beast – he’s ready for the conjugal coupling to begin.

  The main level is a completely open floor plan, and large. We step right into the living room onto the gleaming honey oak floors. Every exterior wall is glass and I can see the wild foliage in the night. The plants are tropical, I can tell that much, large green leaves and a few colorful flowers. I can also see the multitude of coconut trees outside. The inside is completely furnished, we’re standing in the living room with a supersized, overstuffed, dark red sofa, and matching coffee table ottoman. There is one wall to my left, that’s a real wall with a massive bookshelf, stocked full of books, begging to be read. Behind the sofa is a four-seater table with a low hanging light, illuminating the black glass tabletop gently… and then there is the kitchen – stainless steel everything with black cupboards and black and silver marble countertops.

  That’s Jack’s dream kitchen.

  All of the lights are turned down low and I can smell the newness on everything… and the humidity.

  “We’re somewhere tropical?” I ask looking to Jack as he leads me to the kitchen and motions for me to sit at the island on one of the stools.

  “Yes,” he smiles a bit and turns away to take down glasses from the cupboards.

  “You’re really not going to tell me where we are?!”

  “Only if you promise not to get angry.”

  “Why would I get angry about this?!” I look around at this absolutely gorgeous house.

  He huffs as he sets the glasses on the island and begins pulling bottles of booze from the underneath cabinets. All high-quality stuff, I guess my days of drinking cheap vodka from plastic bottles are long gone.

  “Because I know how you are, my dear wifely queen.”

  He begins pouring drinks for the three of us.

  “I know, I’m difficult about the money thing, but after Lucien bought me the fucking park, I’m letting it go for the day…. So how much are you spending on this rental?... it’s that much? How did you get them to allow you install a flipping portal in it?!”

  Jack just levels his gaze at me.

  “You didn’t,” I whisper, “you bought another house?!”

  He shrugs, “I had it built, but if it makes you feel better, I already owned the land.”

  I huff, “No, it doesn’t make me feel better.”

  He takes out a drink shaker and begins mixing up different things, “too bad, it’s our vacation home if you want it to be or not.”

  I turn to look across the large dining and living room area. The far wall has two large chairs with high backs, expensive leather and overstuffed. A small table between them another low hanging light over the wood table.

  Through the glass of the far wall I see that the outside has a large patio area with a pergola above, it looks like a complete living room with a fireplace is outside. With the moonlight shining down, I can spot the beach and the ocean beyond – this is nirvana, this is a tropic paradise.

  “I love it too much to be angry,” I sound pitiful to my own ears, “you’ve corrupted me.”

  Jack chuckles, “And it’s only taken me a year and a half – I wonder what you’ll be like after a lifetime of being my wife.”

  “Oh goddess,” I groan.

  “You don’t have to seem so depressed… I can give you a world of pleasure and wonder… if you just let me.”

  “Okay,” I smile, I can’t be angry at him for wanting to take care of me any more than I can be angry at Lucien for wanting to do the same. “But you have to tell me where we are!”

  “It’s a private island in the Caribbean,” he points outside, “…that is the Caribbean Sea…technically.”

  “What?!” I whisper… right back to being lost, or upset, or just flabbergasted. “You bought a fucking island?!”

  “I already owned the land…”

  “You owned an island?!”

  “Four.”

  “Fo… four islands…”

  “And a mountain.”

  “A mountain… because why not own a fucking mountain?”

  “It’s small…”

  “The islands or the fucking mountain?!”

  “The winery attached to the mountain… it’s more like a large hill.”

  “A winery,” I throw up my hands shrugging, “everyone needs their own winery.”

  “I own some lands in the Midwest… back in America, and a few acres in Australia… Jaevia, I got these things as gifts, or through various deals – I just wanted options if I ever needed to run. If you want a full accounting…”

  “No! I don’t need to know.”

  “I added your and Lucien’s name to everything. You two should probably know…”

  “Just stop… let’s just stop there.”

  He rolls his eyes and goes back to mixing the drinks.

  “What are you making?” I ask so I don’t have to think about Jack owning a nice portion of the world… or rather me now owning a nice portion of the world.

  “Amaretto sour, I’m officially making it my mission to expand your and Lucien’s drink palette – do you kno
w he called my 1863 vintage bloodwine… okay?” Jack huffs, seeming very peeved over it. “And to you, my lovely wife, there’s more to life than vodka on ice.”

  “We’re just not boujie like you,” I roll my eyes smiling as I take the drink.

  Of course it’s delicious, everything Jack makes is delicious. I let the sweet and sour flavor of the drink roll over my tongue. I sip on the tart liquor enjoying it but enjoying watching him more as he pours a glass of very expensive – no one appreciates it – bloodwine for himself, and a honey infused whiskey for Lucien.

  “Come, before our husband decides to hunt us down.”

  47

  Jaevia

  Jack leaves me to go and get his shower first… he’s not sure he can keep his hands off of me and Lucien was very clear about us doing things the proper way tonight. I let him go on and spend some time perusing the bookshelves as I wait.

  He stocked the place with works from authors from both worlds, how he got his hand on Ra’suán literature, I’ll never know. A lot of it is escapist reading. Not really surprised. He’s made it clear that this is a vacation. When he first suggested having a honeymoon, I resisted the idea. The world needed me, couldn’t get by without me, would fall to ruin if I wasn’t there to stop it.

  But I checked out weeks ago, and the world is still spinning. Perhaps I had delusions of grandeur… maybe I’m just another cog in the wheel and that wheel will keep turning with or without me.

  “Jae! You can get in the bathroom.”

  He must have used his vampiric speed to get cleaned up that quickly.

  I don’t plan on rushing – the men can wait.

  The bathroom is even more marvelous than I expected. Clean and sleek like the rest of the house, but with one glass wall to the outside, the foliage is so thick, no one would be able to see inside – if we weren’t on a private island anyway.

  What am I going to do about Jack? Yes, I knew he was rich… but how rich? And how rich is Luey?

  Why does it matter – I love them in spite of their wealth. Yes, Jack is a bit stuck-up, but that’s who he is. He was born royalty; he likes nice things… I guess my problem is that he’s making me like those nice things as well.

  Is he changing who I am? At my core?

  I’m very comfortable as I get undressed in this gorgeous bathroom. The dark marble with an infinity waterfall wall that separates the triple sinks from the rest of the bathroom, because why have a double sink when you’re a thruple?

  Around the back of the infinity waterfall with accent lights is the massive all glass shower with a skylight above in the center of the room. Across from me is that glass wall to the outside, on the right is the oversized jacuzzi tub, that can fit the three of us comfortably; one open doorway that leads to the dressing room and another door right beside it that I assume leads to the bedroom. To my left is a separate room with the commode and the bidet and a wall of shelves with linens, bath soaps, perfumed oils… everything I could think of, and more.

  The blending of marble, wood, and natural rough stone is marvelous. The detail is insane, and I wonder if Luey did any of the work. He seems to love woodworking the most, although, I think he’s picking up an interest in metal works.

  I can feel the good energy in the room, so whoever built it loved what they did.

  The shower uses an access panel to adjust waterflow, temperature… everything anyone could imagine. I just pick the most basic of options, so I don’t end up drowning myself.

  Midway through my shower I feel Lucien and Jack’s impatience…

  “Horny boys,” but inside I’m pleased… it’s nice to be wanted.

  I wrap a towel around myself and go to the dressing room, I’m sure I could walk in naked and they’d love it – but it is our wedding night, I’ll do something special.

  The dressing room is actually smaller than the one we have back home, but I’m not about to complain. I never had a dressing room before Jack came into my life.

  There is a rack of hanging clothes across from me, a wall full of drawers to my left, a large mirror on one wall and a small vanity along the wall near the doorway back into the bathroom.

  I look through the drawers until I find something suitable and slip on the white lingerie, sexy yet pure in some way – almost untouchable. If you ignore my dark pierced nipples pressing against the fine lace teddy, the plunging vee that stops right above my bellybutton and the high bikini cut bottom with a quick snap release between my thighs – I almost seem virginal.

  Perhaps you have to ignore the dark look in my purple gaze as well. I am a huntress… I leave the bathroom to do exactly that.

  I use the second door and step right into a bedroom that seems almost simplified compared to the rest of the house, a very large, four poster bed in the center of a very large glass box. The ceiling is all glass held up by large dark wood beams running across the length of it. Three of the walls face that same wild jungle beyond. I feel outside while being inside. As if I’m the thing trapped in a greenhouse and the plants are cultivating me.

  “Wow,” I breathe out looking around.

  “I take it you like the house?” Luey asks, not hiding one bit his desire to have me in his arms.

  I nod, “Mm hmm.”

  Lucien huffs, “The Bloodsucker was worried for naught.”

  I smile at them both, standing at what I assume is the foot of the bed, both of them wearing black silk pajama bottoms… both of them bare chested, both of them waiting for me.

  “The glass tints… so the sun doesn’t get in, I can tint it now, if you’d like.” Jack still sounds worried.

  “No,” I smile, “I like it… I love it,” I look up through the clear roof to the large tree branches that will offer natural shade. Right now I can see out into a clear night sky and a million stars.

  Sometimes I forget how gorgeous the night sky looks without the light pollution of the cities. I forget how small and insignificant we all really are.

  Human and goddess alike.

  What defines our importance are the ones we share our lives with, it’s the impact we leave on the world we live in – one another – we are our universe and so many people don’t realize that.

  Jack and Lucien are my world, as I am theirs.

  Lucien looks between both Jack and I with an odd expression, “What?” I ask finally.

  “May I have a wedding present?”

  I glance at Jack, “Sure.”

  He licks his lips and sighs, “I wish to make love tonight… no kink.”

  “Because it’s our wedding night?”

  He nods, “No pain, no begging, only touches of love.”

  Jack sighs, “As long as you keep it light with me with the touches… I can manage it.”

  Lucien unclenches his hands, “Okay.”

  “Okay,” I smile.

  “Okay,” Jack echoes and the eventide triad is of one mind.

  There is something especially innocent as we stand in the center of the room and they undress for me. I’ve seen them naked hundreds… if not thousands of times, but tonight is special – this is the first time we will be together as husband and husband and wife.

  Lucien stands, tall and strong, body made of darkened flesh hardened by forges fired with the magic of the sun. He looks like a god; he always looks like something not quite made of this earth.

  “I want your hair free,” I whisper gently, and he reaches up to untie the end of the intricate braid I’m sure Jack did for him.

  I look to my handsome as death vampire. Pure white flesh molded to perfection and kept alive by a magic just a mysterious as it is alluring. Vampires are just of a different breed. Suave and sleek… the look in his eyes promises pleasures untold, if you’re brave enough to seek them.

  We move together towards the bed, our thoughts flowing between one another as easy as a bubbling brook. I lay in the center of the massive bed with Jack on my right and Luey on my left, both of them turned towards me, adoration filling their gaze.
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  Tonight will be a night of love.

  I think I remember how to do that… how to have sex with love, if not I’m sure they’ll remind me.

  Lucien brings up his hand and gently turns my face towards him. I close my eyes as he leans in to kiss my lips gently. I feel his thoughts, how very precious I am to him, how thankful he is to have finally earned the right to call me his wife.

  I feel Jack’s hand glide up my bare leg gently. I feel his thoughts, how much he needs me, how thankful he is to have been found worthy enough to call me his wife.

  Lucien breaks the kiss and I turn towards Jack to meet his lips; he loves the way I taste when Lucien’s just kissed me… it’s like getting to kiss us both at the same time.

  We kiss and touch one another gently, our hands and flesh intertwining, so fluidly that neither of the men have time to have hang ups about who is touching who, where, or how.

  They both move down my body and each begin to suck a pierced nipple through the white delicate lace. I moan with abandon; two mouths are always better than one. When I open my eyes, I gaze up into the universe through the glass ceiling – and know that it gazes back at me.

  A hand reaches between my thighs and unsnaps my teddy, “Yes,” I moan, my body and power working up to a fevered pitch so slowly… so achingly slowly.

  It’s Jack that lets go of a nipple to keep going down, Goddess thank you… he doesn’t stop. He moves between my thighs and I gaze up at him through the haze of my own lust. Blue and silver eyes glow with power… filled with love.

  He lowers his lips to mine… the ones low and slick and ready for pleasure. I feel his tongue part me, and tease me, and lavish me with licks. I bring up a hand and curl my fingers into Lucien’s thick locs, “Oh goddess yes.”

  There is something to be said for not rushing things, for not racing to completion, to enjoying the journey. Luey brings up his hand to pinch the nipple that misses Jack’s warm mouth.

  I peak like a gentle wave skimming on the surface of the deep. There are hidden depths, dark and dangerous depths… but you don’t have to look into that darkness all of the time. I moan Jack’s name, whimpering with thanks… before I can have another thought he moves from between my thighs and replaces Lucien’s hand with his mouth once again.