“She is a Sanguinar Queen. A kind of vampire.”
“A Sanguinar… just like Tiloshar.” This revelation must have meant something to my journey, but I knew not what.
“Tiloshar? I don’t know the name.”
“Nor would you.” I shook my head. “You risked your life for us. Because you said you had a life debt. Yet I do not know you, nor recall helping you in any way.”
“You did. Those riders were after me. They spotted you and your manta and decided you would be easy prey along the way. You proved them wrong.”
“I see. I was glad to send those creatures to their deaths. Unfortunately, Gaumoon paid dearly for it.” I looked over to see Gaumoon was thankfully still breathing. “Why were they after you?”
She clenched her fists to her chest as if to protect herself. “I… I… they wanted my wings.”
I nodded. “Just like the other winged people. Though yours are different.”
“Harpies. The winged people are harpies.”
“I had heard of them only in legends. Now I find them to be true.”
“You really aren't from this world, are you?”
“No, I am not.”
“You come from Hourne, from the world of the blue ocean and sky, the world of the green land, do you not? The world of humans?”
“Aye, the world of humans.”
“Yet, you are not one.”
“I am.”
“Humans can... look like you?” She stared at my muzzle, my pointed ears.
“I am a kind of human, but I can be... more human than I am.”
She looked confused. I breathed deep, closed my eyes and let my Fenrir form recede away from me. “Oh! You are a human! You are a man!” Her turquoise eyes were staring at me in wonder, and she crawled nearer to me, admiring me as would a curious cat.
I nodded. “You’ve seen humans before?”
“Not many.” Her eyes roamed my body, now human flesh, then she seemed to realize something. “Why are you here… in Malfeon then?”
I decided I should be careful with my words, lest I frighten her. “I am looking for something… something stolen from a friend. It is a very important magic gem.”
“How will you know where to find it? Malfeon is vast. The floating isles are only a small region of it. There is the Brass City far below, the Burning Wastes, the Jade City, the realms of the Lords above as well, and even the Black Pits far below!”
“Aye. I know I have a fool’s chance, but I’m hoping I can find the one who stole it. You see, it was stolen by a human like me, about thirty years ago. A human must stand out in a world full of demons and harpies.”
“I… I agree. They will stand out.” She brushed a strand of hair behind her pointed ear. “When you find the one who took the gem… will you harm her?”
I shook my head. “I never said it was a she.”
“Oh, I only thought—” she stirred and made to move away from me.
I held on to her elbow, and my other hand slid through her iridescent hair, then gently held the back of her neck. Something in me—an instinct, a scent—made me sense that there was something in her that desired me. I peered into her eyes, calmly, and a slight smile put her at ease—for in truth, I too was fascinated by her alien beauty, as she seemed to be fascinated with me. “Tell me what you know. Tell me your name. Tell me who you are.” Both of us seemed unable to look away from each other. “I mean you no harm, and I’ve seen you mean me none either.” It was true. The way she had saved us as we fell to our deaths, how she had pushed herself beyond her limits, how she had broken her wing for our sake and was now in my arms, hurt, afraid, her rose skin alluring in the ghostly light, it made me want to protect her, and perhaps more.
“My name is Vixerai. If you swear you won’t hurt her, I can help you find this human. She is the only human I know who dwells in this world. But I don’t know of any gem she possesses.”
“Tell me. Tell me at once. Where can I find her? How can I?”
“She… she lives among a tribe of harpies.”
“One of the tribes that was hunted by the riders.”
“Yes, the riders sent by Sombrala.”
“Once we find a way to heal you and Gaumoon, you must take me to them. You must.”
“I can’t. You must go alone.”
“I do not know this world. Gaumoon is intelligent for a beast, but he is no navigator. You must come. They will not trust me, perhaps they will flee if you do not come.”
“They will trust me even less. They will kill me.”
“What? Why would the harpies kill you? You are not a rider that hunts them down.”
“They hate me, because I was once a harpy too. Like them. But Sombrala changed me. Now they think that I belong to her, that I serve her. I am worse than an exile to them, worse than an enemy. I’m a traitor. I am all the ugliest things, the evilest thing in the world to them. To my own family.” Sparkling tears began pouring down her face. Her shoulders trembled as she tried to hide her face from me.
“Vixerai… do not weep…” For a moment, I remembered what it was like to suddenly be feasting on human flesh, the first night I turned into a Fenrir, back in Kenessos. I remembered my own disgust, the utter horror in people’s eyes, how quickly it turned to hatred when an enraged mob came for me. “You are no monster.”
“But look at my wings. They are not feather and down like they used to be, but spiky and leather. Look at these horns on my head.”
“Vixerai, all these things, they only make you beautiful.” My finger raised her chin up gently so that our eyes met. I only imagined what horror it must have been for her to be captured by this Sanguinar Queen, then mutilated until she was made in the vampire’s image. I thought for a moment how I served one who was not all that different and it twisted my gut. “I truly mean my words.”
Her eyes roamed over my face, as if trying to understand what in the world I was. “You are too...”
I felt a crooked smile on my face. “Take me back to your harpy kin. I will speak sense to them. Surely, if you were born of them, there must be some among them that I can reason with. And I give you my word, they will not harm you so long as I live.”
“If you trust me… then I’ll trust you. I will take you to them, to find this human you seek. But first I must be healed.”
“One Eye will find something.”
“He won’t. This city was pillaged years ago.”
“Then what can we do? Tell me. We did not fight off those riders only to starve to death on this rock.”
“I can heal living things. But I used all my power fleeing the riders as best I could, and on carrying your manta through the sky.” Her chest rose and fell as her breath quickened. “But I can regain it from others.... Because I am a succubus.”
My mind returned to Tiloshar, to what she had told me about succubi and how they fed. My breath quickened. “Tell me what you need... and I will give it.”
“Just… just kiss,” she said and hesitantly brought her face closer to mine. She moved the way a curious feline would approach a stranger. I met her half way, for in truth I was eager to. Our lips grazed one another as softly as I used to run my hand along the tops of wheat fields in Skald. Then our lips parted, enough to feel a gust as thin as a silk sheet between our faces.
“You are the strangest creature I have ever seen,” she said, her eyes wide as a young maiden’s.
We went on kissing, and I took off my gauntlets, unclasped the armor from my chest. My right hand slid under her hips and I lifted her onto me, her legs crossing my lap like a child. My other hand massaged her neck as our lips met again.
I felt something leaving me, like wind that was swirling out from my loins, rushing up through my spine and out through my mouth. Her mouth was sweet, tasted like wild berries and cider.
I leaned back an inch. “You’re taking power from me, aren’t you?”
Her eyes searched mine as she nodded. She had a bright smile on her face, which m
ust have been the smile of one who is enjoying a pleasure of the flesh and that of a great meal at the same time. Her eyes were large and bright, her chin small and pointed, all which made her seem youthful and mirthful to me now, though from she had told me she had suffered much. She leaned into me, having to prop herself up, holding onto my shoulder with one of her small slender hands, and onto my neck with the other. Her mouth massaged mine.
“On Hourne women are…” I began to say, thinking how quickly this was all moving, but then I remembered that there were tavern wenches that were no less hungry for a man, and after all this was another world, and she another type of being, and so human morality would be altogether alien, “not as beautiful.” I began kissing her neck. I nibbled on her ear while stroking her silky hair. She caressed my shoulders as I explored her body. Her waist was so thin I could nearly enclose it entirely with two hands, and compared to it her narrow hips felt full and womanly. I felt more and more strength being summoned up from my loins and being sucked out from me.
She gasped and leaned away from me. “I have never tasted such strength!”
Suddenly she rose into the air as her wings flared out. They were near black along their bony parts, and dark ochre on their fine leather. They stretched out majestically from her back.
“You’re healed...”
“I am…”
“Can you help Gaumoon too?”
“I need more…” All her brooding darkness was gone now, and she only had eagerness upon her face.
I rushed to her, lifted her to me, my arms wrapped around the back of her smooth, firm thighs. Her hips were level with my mouth and I began kissing their exposed flesh, for her maillot left most of her skin uncovered. She arched her back, leaning her hips into me as her desire grew. My hands crept through her maillot, for it was made of a thin, stretchy fabric that might have been some kind of skin-like membrane once. I clasped my hands on her ass, felt the tight muscle of it in my grasp, pulled her down to me and she wrapped her legs around my waist. We gazed into each other’s eyes as I carried her further down the wide tunnel, then turned into another path.
“It is getting truly dark here,” I remarked.
“That’s not a problem, now that I’m getting my strength back.” She held her palm open and small orbs of fire the size of fireflies began emerging from it. They wafted into the air and began lighting up the chamber as if a dozen candles hovered lazily about us.
I set her down on the smooth stone floor of this chamber, and she completely lay on her back, prone and looking up at me as I knelt over her. Her hips rocked side to side, and her pointed tail whipped about playfully. I glanced around me: this had been some kind of living quarters at some time. The stone walls and floor had been carved in geometric pattern, and there were shapes carved out of the rock that might have served as beds and other basic furniture.
“I can tell you this now… because I see I can trust you...” She reached behind her and unclasped her metal bustier. It slid off her breasts just enough that I could see her nipples, pointy and the color of ripening tomatoes, emerging from behind the brass. “But the reason I stopped and stared at you when you first found me is because as soon as we saw one another, I felt the instinct to mate with you burning in me… even though you were in your wolf form, a monster for all I knew. This frightened me.”
“And now,” I said as I slid her bustier off completely and saw her small firm breasts, partly receding into her chest under their own weight, “do I still frighten you?” I bent down and gave those stiff nipples a playful nibble and flick of my tongue.
She gave a gasping giggle, a small arch of her back. “You still frighten me.” She nodded nervously. “You frighten me with how much I can desire a stranger from a whole other world.”
She let her legs part. I reached and hooked my fingers on the thongs of her garment, for there were two thin ones that hooked the bustier to her neck. I slowly slipped it off her neck, then down her hips and down her legs. The garment’s metal adornments jangled as I tossed it aside. Her graceful body lay entirely naked, prone and open to me. She was petite, yet her curves were sharp, primordially beautiful, like antlers against a night sky. As I unbuckled my belt and hip armor, her hand slid down to her sex and began spreading her wet folds. I could see how tight her lips were, and as her fingers parted them I saw her inner folds were cherry red.
I leaned down on top of her and slowly began pushing my stiffened cock into her, her lips peeling back to give way to my head. I went gently, each time I rocked my hips against her, going a little deeper, letting my cock get oiled by her inner juices. Something about the amber light of the small orbs floating all around us, something about how I had mostly known her as scared and injured, did not stir a desire for frenzy. Instead, all I wanted in that moment was to enjoy how good it felt to make long, gentle thrusts as I stared into her radiant turquoise eyes. Her tunnel felt as if ridged in some pattern, for the sensation of being inside her was different than a woman’s, sending a tickling shiver of delight each time my hips leaned into hers.
Her gasps were quiet, as if she would not let them escape her body but would turn them back into herself so she could get lost in her pleasure and release none of it. I could hear little high-pitched moans that would make her mouth part before returning again to silent enjoyment.
She spread her wings out and wrapped them around my back, caressing me as if they were feather fans, like those used by southern kings. The caresses matched the rhythm of my thrusting into her, each time sending a rush all over my body. She knew how to use her wings as good as I could my hands. They were another set of limbs to her, and they held us locked into a cocoon of building pleasure. As her small flames entered the canopy of her wings, our naked bodies were lit up as if we were within an oil lamp and everything outside her wings was darkness. This only made it easier to get lost in the gentle rhythm of our pleasure.
We stayed in that warmth for a while, and I enjoyed the way in which I gently raised her hips off the stone floor with each of my curved thrusts. She whimpered a little through her radiant smile, locks of hair curling around her cheeks, her hands caressing my face as if she had found some fascinating piece of jewelry.
I slid out of her, stood, and pulled her up by her hands. A quick thrust of her wings and she sent herself floating into me with a giggle, hips first, legs spread so that I could go right into her once again. It was as if her insides had spread to fit me, as this time going inside her was much smoother. A smile spread on her face as she let herself completely enjoy our coupling. With the use of her wings, she moved as freely as if she floated on water. She arched back as I thrust into her, and I had no need to hold her up. So instead I let myself play with her firm breasts, fondling them, twisting her nipples to give her a bit of a jolt. Her mouth parted in a gasping grin.
I nearly jumped in surprise as she twisted her hips, turning her backside to me in mid-air, the whole time staying right up against me so that my shaft did not slip out of her warm wet folds. Her wings flapped a little faster now, and I held onto her hips as I went on thrusting into her. Her tail wiggled about, curling around my hips, rubbing my inner thigh. Its pointed tip was hard, but the tail itself was a suede leather finish. A jolt went up my spine as I felt the tail wrap around my balls. The sensation drove me on, almost against my will, and my hips began slamming into her as my pace grew.
She was small, and so I did not have to put much strength into my pumping before I felt myself bumping against the walls of her womb. She whimpered sweetly, pushing herself back into me with a small flap of her wings. She began doing so rhythmically. As she was not tethered to the ground by her own weight, each time I pumped my hips into her the impact would send her about half a foot away from me, but she perfected the timing of her wing flaps so that we never uncoupled, but instead formed the clapping sound of the love god. I felt now that she was nearly cumming , for now she no longer could contain herself but let out sweet, high-pitched cries of delight.
/> I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist and my pulled her closer to me, raising her torso so that she was nearly upright. Holding onto her, I sat at one of the seats that had been carved right into the floor of this cave chamber. Her round ass went bouncing on my hips as she went on riding me. She went faster and faster, her hips bobbing wildly on my cock, her wings shuddering so that they let her gyrate her hips in all manner of angles. The sensations were scintillating on my nerves. She arched, her whole body straining to take long, forceful plunges onto my upright phallus. I grabbed onto one of her horns, and this seemed to drive her mad. Her limbs began to tremble, and I knew she was close, so gave short furious pumps of my hips to match her own. As she came, she gave an ecstatic shriek, as if she had been holding back her screams only to let them out when she finally climaxed. Her wings flared out, spreading every inch they had as she arched her back. “Ohhh, my mate!” she moaned as her inner walls sucked at my cock like a thirsting mouth. Her hips gave a few slowing strokes as she took the last drop of pleasure from me.
Her wings went still and folded into themselves. She reclined back into me, her rough horns rubbing against my chest, her hair cascading around it. Her body was still shuddering as her thin shoulders pressed against my ribs. My hands ran all along her belly, her breasts, feeling the rise and fall of her breathing. She slid down a little and turned to face me, her knees now on solid ground.
“I have to have you. I have to taste you, Rothan, my mate.”
Her tiny, puckered lips spread over my manhood. They had to stretch wide as she stroked the thick, veiny root of it with her small delicate hands. Her head bobbed up and down, her red wine hair dancing along her cheeks. Her hand worked furiously. Her tongue felt longer than a woman’s, firmer, and seemed to flicker as fast as a bee’s wings. I groaned. My hands grasped at the stone seat around me. Her hair and horns brushed up against the inside of my legs as she went on sucking at me, hungrily, like a cat licking itself clean. It was maddening, the sensation, the building climax.
“By the gods… Vixerai… you truly want my seed, don’t you?” Without words, she answered by sucking at my manhood even harder, working her hand even more intensely, into a passionate churning that could have turned out buckets of butter. “Very well—ungh!” The release was not an eruption, as I was used to. It i was a stream of rose petals, rushing over me, leaving a trail of ecstasy along my body as it washed over me. I felt the hot seed leave me and shoot into Vixerai’s waiting mouth. She made little mewling noises as she slurped, her eyes closed as if savoring my taste to the exclusion of all else. My hips buckled slightly, three, four times, and then I sighed and reclined back.
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