by A M Proctor
He married them all off and absorbed a few into the palace staff. I don’t know the entire story except that he and Morgan were separated for a few years while he was being tortured. He blamed her and tried to move on with his life after they released him. Word spread that he was trying to produce a new heir. Families sent their finest daughters in hopes to provide that heir and elevate them to royalty when he married their pregnant daughter. The harem house was built, and they secluded the girls inside to make sure they didn’t get knocked up with someone else’s get.
The thing is, Chaistolf and Morgan are Spark Bonded. It’s a rare bond between the high fae. Neither one can produce young without the other. They’re not supposed to desire anyone else, but the Spark Bond ruptured and altered when Morgan was sent back to the Human Realm. They can fuck anyone they both love.
I open the door and let Dagney and Calanon inside. Morgan and Chaistolf love these two. Freaky fucking fae. Man, I’d like to be included in a couples sandwich, even if my sister lives inside Dagney.
“You wanted to see me?” Blunt, direct and takes no bullshit. That’s Dagney Dagnir.
“Yes, please come in.”
She’d already pushed passed me. I was looking at her tasty high fae assassin when I said those words. Calanon moves past me without pleasantries. He doesn’t like me at all. He respects me, but there’s no love there. Calanon is a quiet fellow. Shorter than the normal high fae, but deadlier than most.
He’s got a mean streak a mile long. He too spent time with Chaistolf in that princesses dungeon. Instead of being shattered like Chaistolf. This fae walked out liberated from his demons. Felt like he paid for his sins in there. Saved by the whip. I’d love a chance to pick at his jagged edges. Toy with his emotions as I fucked his ass.
“Stop eye fucking my husband and tell me what you want.” My smile grows as I continue to stare a bit longer at Calanon.
“I don’t think you’ll be into what I want, Dagney. I’ll tell you what. Give me an hour with your husband and I’ll give you anything you want.” She bristles as I suspected, but I get no reaction from the assassin. Disappointing.
“First off, Cal is off limits to you. Second off, even if he wanted to play… you couldn’t handle him.”
I met her gaze, amused. “That’s the second time I’ve heard that today about him. You know that only piques my interest.”
She smirks. “I do. Your sister is the one who urged me to say it.”
“How is my dear sister doing these days?”
She purses her lips and narrows her gaze. “We don’t believe you came all this way to inquire about your sister. So get to the point, demon. I’m a busy gal.”
I can see why my sister remained with Dagney. These two are a lot alike. “That’s not true. I love my little sister.”
Dagney smirks knowingly. “So much so, that you served her up to the goddess Apate.”
I sighed, feigning boredom. “Now, now. I merely suggested to Apate that my sister would be a better ally than I would.”
Dagney’s losing patience. “What do you want?”
“I have a message for your boy, Lukenon. I hear he’s off wooing my bride to be, though. Is this true?”
Now Calanon is silently bristling. He loves Rainariel like a daughter. He’s always hated me for forcing Morgan and Chaistolf into that blood contract. Dagney answers my question honestly. “Wooing? No. He’s been a bit distracted and upset lately. He needed to take some time to find himself.”
“As long as he doesn’t find himself balls deep in my virgin bride…”
Calanon is soft-spoken, normally. His voice is more of a growl at the moment. “That’s enough.”
I lift my hands in surrender. “I met a tasty little vampiress named Nevaeh in the God Realm. When I mentioned the Measure enhanced me, she asked about Lukenon.”
Dagney interrupted me urgently. “What’s Nevaeh doing in the God Realm?”
I shrugged. “Running from the life of a breeding slave, I assume. She already has twins. She has a couple nymphs and a real live gargoyle with her too.”
Calanon’s eyes grew a bit at this. I continued, “A griffin dropped them there and left. She begged sanctuary, and it appears they will provide it. She wanted me to let Lukenon know she was safe.”
Dagney glanced at Calanon, and I continued. “I don’t think I’m going too far out on a limb when I say, I’m guessing dear old Lukenon went on sabbatical to find his long-lost lover. Our dear princess went to bring him home because it’s simply too dangerous for him to go alone.”
Calanon admitted quietly. “Lukenon left a note a month ago that he was heading to Greece to find Nevaeh. Rainariel disappeared a few days ago with Cristiel, our daughter.”
I shook my head slowly at the both of them. “Idiots. They’re heading into a vampire lair. High fae. What are they thinking?”
Dagney said defensively. “Tarquin is tracking them. He’ll bring them home safe.”
I run my hand through my hair. “Yeah well, if anyone can do it… oh wait… that would be me. You should have had Morgan call me immediately. Alexei’s blood runs through my veins. All I have to do is think of where his secret home is and walk through a fucking portal. Idiots!”
“Watch closely, fools.” I wave my hand, open a portal and step through it.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Nevaeh
I’ve been in the God Realm a week now. Atalanta has taken it upon herself to teach me everything about the beings living here. She’s been teaching me self defense too. I suck at it compared to her, but I’m learning and feeling more confident with every session.
It looks like they have given me temporary sanctuary by the gods in charge as long as I keep my fangs to myself. Their blood is sacred. That’s all right because I’ve been strangely full since Ryzier fed me. The food here satisfies me and when I feel the need to feed, my nymphs provide.
The only issue I’ve had is with Mason. Most of the time he’s a statue, but occasionally he’ll decide to hunt for me. That was all fine and dandy until he brought home a small and apparently sacred deer of Artemis.
Luckily he hadn’t killed it yet and Atalanta was here when he delivered the poor bleating animal. It suffered some minor cuts and was beyond consoling, but it lived.
I watched Mason’s confusion as Atalanta chastised him thoroughly. That goddess isn’t afraid of anything. Except Artemis, she’s afraid to offend Artemis. Turns out, no one wants to offend the higher gods. They still have temples dedicated to Zeus, Hera, Artemis, Apollo and a few others. Priestess still communed with the gods inside, and the worship made those gods and goddesses stronger.
I was outside working in the garden in the late afternoon. The flowers and herbs here differ from at home. There are flowers in the forest that are wider than I am tall. I’d found a young goddess to teach me about the flora that is used in medicine, magick and nutrition.
The days are longer here but the sun doesn’t burn me like at home. I get hotter than most but found that I can tolerate about an hour of direct sunlight without blisters. It felt good to have dirt on my hands again.
Because I spent a lot of time isolated, I had plenty of time for self reflection. I always seemed to come back to one question. “Who am I?”
I didn’t have a lot of time to contemplate this question before I was thrust into this world. I clung on to my new identity as vampire too easily. I trusted Alexei, Gregory and Emilio to guide me, teach me and show me who I was.
Now I questioned my new identity. I wasn’t just vampire. I was also fae. What did that mean? Was I goddess? Was I sea nymph? Or… was I just clinging to my humanity and the dreams I had then. Dreams of doing something worthwhile with my life. Finding a husband and building a family. I thought I’d obtained that.
At first it was my new job and a dreamy computer geek. That path led me in a completely different direction. I was derailed but in the end I did achieve a husband and two beautiful daughters. It was my dream come true for a whi
le. I felt like the queen for a short time. Then that too derailed. The rug pulled out from under me when Alexei went back to court to fulfill his blood oath sacrifice.
So I found sanctuary. I’m living a fairly simple life with gods, demigods and other creatures such as centaurs, nymphs, fawns, some pixies and other benign creatures that I can’t identify from myth and legend.
Like the tiny fox cat creature that I sometimes see prowling at the edge of the forest, hunting pixies and small bugs. It’s got big ears, large eyes on its cat-like fox face. It’s sable with white paws. A long fluffy fox tail and is super shy.
The Artemis doe is fawn colored with white spots on its coat, like an appaloosa horse. Its antlers have a flowering vine that seems to grow like an air plant on them. Even the jackrabbits here are beautifully colored. There are predators too. They have huge grizzly like bears and also small weird bears that remind me of the sun bear from Asia.
Wolves roam these parts. I hear them at night but have never seen them. Atalanta says they belong to Leto. When I mentioned that I was a descendant of Leto and Tityos, she shushed me fearfully.
“Never say that here.”
I froze. “Why?”
She scowled and faced me. Her voice a harsh whisper. “They saved Leto from the giant before he finished. She didn’t conceive a child, and she didn’t give it to the Titans of the Sea to raise in secret. Understand?”
“Not really… but I understand that if Tityos impregnated Leto, she might not want anyone to know about it.”
She smiled and nodded slowly. “Exactly. If you’re going to claim your goddess heritage, you might want to start with the sea.”
I returned her smile and offered, “One of the Nereid's to be exact.”
Her smile grew. “If this is true, then you must pursue exploring this part of yourself too.”
I glanced around at the woods we are in. “It doesn’t seem like we’re close to the sea.”
She smirked and winked at me. “If you are who you say you are. The ocean will be within your reach when you’re ready.”
And this is where I realized that the people who lived in the God Realm were either completely insane, bored to tears or knew much more than they let on. Either way, the way they’d reveal something without saying anything at all was annoying. I mean, why be so damn cryptic? If she knew that I’d be living by the sea sometime in the future, why not say that? That’s where the bored to tears comes in. They toy with people just like the ancient vampires do.
Ryzier, in beautiful fae form, was sitting on a bench by the manor house when Atalanta and I returned from hunting. I glanced at the house as he stood up. He smirked that delicious smirk of his as he said, “Your nymphs took the infants to town to pick up supplies.”
I glanced at Atalanta and she said, “I have to go. We’ll train later.” She was watching Ryzier warily as she spoke.
As I opened the door for him, I asked. “Am I the only idiot in this realm who kind of likes you?”
He smirked, gray eyes twinkling. “That’s because you think I’m tasty.”
I led him up the stairs towards my bedroom. “True. You are tasty.”
He chuckled behind me and offered, “I’m sorry it’s been so long since my last return. You must be ravenous.”
I’m ravenous for his sexy body. It’s been way too long since I’ve been properly fucked.
“It’s only been a week.”
He barked a laugh. “It’s been a month for me.”
I turned around and faced him at the top of the stairs. “Month?”
His gunmetal gray eyes narrowed slightly. “What have you been doing with your time here? I’d thought you’d at least learned by now that time moves differently in this realm.”
I cocked my head. “I’ve been busy with other things. So a week here is a month in the Human Realm?”
My mind was already doing the math as he nodded the confirmation. A week for every month. Eleven years. That cuts seeing Alexei again down from fifty years to eleven if we stayed here. Once he’s free, I’ll return to the mansion, and we’d renegotiate our marriage. Together we’d reform the vampire society and create a safe world for our daughters to live in.
For now? I’ll settle for exploring this curious demon who followed me blindly into my room. Not blindly, eagerly. My gaze runs down his body. He’s overly dressed right now, and I need to clean up a bit. Good thing this realm has running water and indoor bathrooms. “If you need to freshen up, there’s another bathroom downstairs. I’ll just be a minute.”
He reached up and unlaced the neck of his medieval shirt he was wearing. “Do you think I’d come to you unclean?”
I smirked as I went through the bathroom door. Honestly, I didn’t know much about Ryzier. However, I think I’d take him anyway he presented himself to me. I bathed and dried my body quickly. Brushed my hair and returned to the bedroom as I was. Naked.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Demon Cock
Ryzier apparently had the same idea. He reclined on top of the covers in all his splendor. I took a moment to eye fuck him as he’d call it. Damn, he’s purty. I lingered on his cock as it lay nestled, sleeping on his thigh. It wasn’t a normal cock. Besides being girthy and long, his foreskin covered a wide head. His shaft, even soft, was ridged and had nodules, like ball piercings under the skin.
“Do you like what you see?”
My gaze flicked to his. “You have a curious cock.”
He smirked, “Would you like to explore it a bit further? I assure you… you won’t find it lacking in the pleasure department.”
I climbed in bed, crawling slowly up his body as he laid back. “Ribbed for her pleasure then, is it?”
His devilish smirk grew. “And mine.”
I bit my bottom lip. “So it has more than just one erogenous zone?”
He moved quickly, startling me as he flipped me to my back, caging me with his strong body. “I’d have thought you’d know that one's body has many, many erogenous zones besides just the genitals.”
He lowered his mouth to mine. Whispering. “The lips, for one.” His kiss was an all-consuming fire. He even tasted good as his tongue slid over mine.
He pulled back as he moved up my jaw to my ear. Running his tongue along the shell, he whispered, “The ear.” I moaned.
He moved down and ran his teeth over my throat. “The neck.”
His hands slid down my shoulders and arms. Taking one hand, he brought it to his mouth and kiss my palm. “The hands.”
I shuttered as he slipped my forefinger and middle finger into his mouth. He smirked as he watched my face. “Of course, I can turn your entire body into an erogenous zone with just a thought, Nevaeh. I can make you orgasm without touching your pussy.”
He sucked my fingers back into his mouth as his gaze grew hooded. I gasped as my entire body flooded with lust. He pulled my fingers out and ran the tip of his tongue over the pads. My clit jumped as if he was licking it. I gasped again as my fangs shot out. He smiled knowingly.
I started panting as he continued to toy with my fingers. I swear I could feel every suckle and lick between my legs. He gently took my hands and placed them over my head as he lowered back down to my lips.
He kissed me deeply. Consuming me as I gasped and panted underneath him. My legs parted, my hips undulated, but his cock remained miles away from where I wanted it. My pussy throbbed and jumped in time to his kiss.
He finally retreated an inch and said, “But you don’t need my magic, do you?”
I felt his magic retreat from my body, and yet I still burned just as hot for him. His mouth moved lower, blazing a trail towards my tits. He licked the bead of milk that had formed on my peaked and aching nipple with a smirk. “You feed me and I’ll feed you.”
I moaned my consent, and he latched on and drew. He moaned as he swallowed. “Nectar of the gods.”
No male had fed from my breasts. My harem regarded my milk as sacred food for my daughters. They licked but never la
tched on. Not Ryzier, though. Nothing was sacred to this demon. He didn’t play by the rules. He moved from one nipple to the other. The pleasure he gave me was nothing like the pleasure I got from feeding my girls.
I gasped as my body stiffened. His gray eyes watched the blush creep over my chest and face as the orgasm he’d created in me washed over me.
I shouted, “Oh… my… God!”
He snickered, “Demon. The Christian God has nothing to do with this, you tasty little wench.”
His hand slid up and down my stomach casually as he watched me float in bliss. His thumb grazed my nipple occasionally on its way to my cheek as he continued to suckle me. The longer he suckled, the harder it was for me to come down from ecstasy. I was panting again when he finally worked his way lower.
My pussy was drenched, throbbing and super sensitive when his breath finally fanned my lower lips. His fingers gently played in my wetness as he watched me writhe and moan in need.
He pinched my lower lips gently and tugged on them playfully as he toyed with me casually. He’d press them together before pulling them open and blowing gently on my clit. He even pinched the hood of my clit, tugging it so it teased my clit with featherlight touches.
I ached for release. I needed to be filled completely. Stretched uncomfortably by that enormous demon cock of his. I groaned, “Ryzier.”
He paused and glanced up my body. “Yes?”
I glared down at him. “Stop teasing me.”
He chuckled. “Greedy wench. This is the best part. Lay back and enjoy it.”
He inhaled deeply as he continued to toy with me. “You taste so good as you writhe for me.”
I moaned. “You’re feeding off me?”
His fingers slid inside me slowly as I gasped and thrust my hips up. “Just a sip, here or there.” I knew he wasn’t talking about blood. He was incubi. Tasting my desire.