Ertonport, One Year BeforeThey made love throughout the rest of the night into the morning and slept with their limbs entangled. Meguitte woke early afternoon at the slightest stirring from him, her instincts triggered by the presence of a man, and a mostly human man at that, in her bed, and she lay in the glaring bright of the day and watched him sleep.She wasn’t sure what to do with her unexpected and complicated mate. His Lycanism was a hurdle she did not know how they would overcome. Could she even turn him vampire? And she knew so little about him, his likes, his dislikes, how he spent his time when he was not searching for a cure for his condition… But now that she’d had him in her body, in her bed, she wasn’t prepared to let him go. He was hers. He was her mate.She would walk through fire for him. She would bleed for him. She would suffer for him.She leaned her face into his hair and breathed in his scent, the layers of man, and something more earthy, more primal – the wolf
Ertonport, One Year BeforeAs she dressed, Meguitte waged a ferocious war within herself. She watched Logan in the mirror as he used her toiletries in the bathroom to tie back his hair and wash his face. She had never imagined sharing her life with a man, and she felt as if she watched a wonder unveiled before her eyes as he made himself at home in her space as comfortably as if he had been there many times.On the tip of her tongue were so many things that she wanted to say, and yet she swallowed them back, chewing on her lip.“Alright,” he walked out to join her. “I’m ready. Where are we going?”“Umm…” Having Logan with her could make things difficult with Connery, but nor did she want to be separated from him – part of her saw what they had as being so fragile that once parted, he might not return.Logan was her mate, she told herself firmly, and as much of the supernatural world as she was, therefore there was no reason not to take him with her, she wouldn’t be betraying Connery o
Ertonport, One Year Before“You know of Logan?” Meguitte asked as she took one of the armchairs set around a glossy coffee table, before the very-well done fake fireplace with its elegant portrait of Connery in clothing from a previous century.Logan took the seat to one side of her and Connery the other. The door opened again, spilling noise into the room, as a waiter brought a tall glass garnished with celery and mint and set it before Meguitte with a bow.“Oh, thank you,” she flushed, picking up the warmed glass. Of course, Connery had heated her some blood. He met her eyes and smiled as the waiter withdrew and the room hushed again. “Thank you, Connery.”“I always keep a fresh supply for you, Meguitte, of your favorite type,” he purred. “Of course,” he continued before she could respond. “I know of Logan Wren who arrived in my city three months ago and has been drifting between supernatural hangouts and businesses ever since, slowly infiltrating our community.”“I prefer to view i
Ertonport, One Year BeforeLogan’s phone ringing woke them. He answered it as he rolled out of bed and searched for his clothing. “Give me ten minutes,” he said before the person on the other side spoke and disconnected.Meguitte sat up in the bed, holding the sheet to her chest.He looked up from pulling on his jeans. “I have to go for a little while,” he told her. “To meet a contact. I should probably stop by my place and eat something more substantial than pancakes,” he added with a smile. “And change my clothes. I’ll come back before evening,” he pulled on his top before leaning over to kiss her forehead. “To collect you.”“Mhm,” she wasn’t used to be awake so early in the day and it made her brain foggy.“Get some more sleep,” he said cheerfully over his shoulder as he’d left.She returned to sleep, waking in the early afternoon to an empty apartment. As she retrieved a packet of blood from her fridge and microwaved it to her preferred temperature, she reviewed the two spells tha
Ertonport, One Year BeforeLogan had driven to pick her up and his car was parked on the other side of the street, so they dodged the traffic to get to it. He slid into the car without holding the passenger door for her, and as she rounded the bonnet and opened the door herself, she told herself that she was clinging to old fashioned ideas of courtesy and she couldn’t expect Logan, who been born only decades before, to behave like Thaelen.Logan pulled out into the traffic in a squeal of wheels and honking horns from the drivers he caused to brake abruptly, and he didn’t seem to care or notice, his attention on the road before him. It seemed out of character for him, and she wondered precisely how long they had before he lost control to the Lycan.He ignored the speed limits, racing through the busy city streets, and into the industrial area, heading towards the airport, pausing in order to swipe a card at a gate, tapping his fingers impatiently against the steering wheel as the gate
Concordia, Nine Hundred and Fifty Years BeforeThe moon was full overhead, drenching the tangled sheets of the bed with silvered light. Around the edges of the chamber, glass caged wall sconces flickered golden, the shifting light seeming to cause the carved reliefs to move, f-king along with the occupants of the room, amongst the twisted vines, grapes and flowers, the effect emphasized by the drifting incense smoke that had been laced with a mild hallucinogenic.Thaelen groaned as the female acolyte’s tongue probed the slit of his c-ck, seeking to drag from him another orgasm, her hands gently squeezing his balls in encouragement.He heard the shift and splash of water and Gera’s moan as he gave into the bath with the male acolyte.Thaelen needed a bath. His skin was sticky with sweat and cum, his hair matted and plastered to his face, but he was determined to be visited by the Goddess and sought to push his body into a hallucinogenic state through duress. They had been f-king since
Concordia, Nine Hundred and Fifty Years BeforeThe humans did not wake as Thaelen bathed and dressed, pausing to admire his new piercings with an arch of an eyebrow. The things that he did in seeking enlightenment, he thought with amusement. There were aches and raw spots that twinged and complained as he had bathed, and he did not think that he would come for a week within wincing in as much pain as pleasure, but there were quite a few new skills that he had learnt and the new pleasured pain experience was intriguing.He wondered if Gera would enjoy being the recipient of such attention but dismissed the idea. No, not Gera. He would find an acolyte who enjoyed such things to practise on and with.He made his way through the temple, taking the secret passages to the private section of the temple used by acolytes, priests and priestesses and their families. He smiled as he pressed himself against the cold stone wall to allow a swarm of laughing children to run by in a game of chase, be
The Coast of Alden, Nine Hundred and Fifty Years BeforeThey came upon the first village at midday, surprising the fishermen in their long, shallow boats who stood up and shaded their eyes with their hands, talking excitedly to each other before beginning to row for shore. The water was a pure, clear azure, and the fish swimming in its waves seemed to leap into the fisher’s nets as they pulled them in.On the edge of sand and forest, their houses were round in shape, the walls formed by logs planted like trees into the earth, and the rooves constructed of overlapping wooden tile. Around the village, the people working, weaving, preparing food, tending to their young stopped to look and marvel.The alarm was slow to spread as Thaelen’s soldiers moved in, their initial response being curious startlement, but the fight was ferocious once they realized they were being attacked. It was over within minutes, most of the villagers subdued and chained, and the sand bright with the blood of tho