Myth's Legend: Norrix

by Ysobella Black

  “You literally fell into my lap when we met in the exhibition hall.”

  “Well, if you're going to be thinking of another woman, I’m leaving.” Myth stood, straightened her shoulders, and walked away. Her hips swayed, and she didn’t look back as she strode away in an unhurried, confident gait. Colors looked good on her too. The strapless blue dress she wore left nothing, and everything, to his imagination.

  Where had she learned to walk away like that? This flirty, confident version of his Dragă made him want to chase her down. “Oh, you think you’re just going to leave, do you?” Norrix leapt off the couch, swept her into his arms, and carried her into the bedroom. “I swear I’m not thinking of anyone but you.”

  Myth laughed. “Viktoria said that would work.”

  “Viktoria, huh? Now who is thinking about other women?”

  “I’m too tired to think about much of anything right now.” She crawled into his arms, draping herself across his body.

  “You can sleep for days if you want to. I can make sure no one bothers you.”

  “So much has happened and we’re in a new place. Fable might need me.”

  “Fable will be fine. Selene and Soră will keep an eye on her. There are also any number of uncles happy to occupy her time. There hasn’t been a child among us in a thousand years. She’s cherished and safe.”

  MYTH

  THEIR KISSES GREW WILDER, more passionate as each tried to dominate the exchange. She held Norrix's head in both hands, trying to hold him still. He tangled a hand in her hair, cupped her neck in his strong hand, and plundered her mouth. His tongue pushed against hers, sliding past to enter her mouth and explore.

  Myth turned over on her hands and knees.

  “We never have to use that position, Myth.”

  “I want to. I... I need to. I helped you remember things. Now I want you to help me forget some things.”

  Norrix shifted to his knees and slid his arms around her. He picked her up and turned around, placing her so she was on her knees, her back to his chest, facing the foot of the bed and all the mirrors. “Then we do it this way.”

  “What are you doing? I can't see you in a mirror.” Myth tried to turn her head, but Norrix fisted the hair at the back of her neck, keeping her facing forwards.

  “I know.” Norrix slid a hand up the front of her thigh.

  In the mirror, the hem of her dress bunched and defied gravity, revealing her thigh. She sucked in a breath as Norrix's fingers found her core through red silk and lace.

  “I don't want you to see me when I have you like this, at least not this time.”

  Her dress rose further with Norrix's hand as he caressed her stomach and slid his hand into her panties. “If you want to close your eyes, close your eyes. But if you have them open, I want you to watch you.”

  His wandering fingers moved down, over her mound to her clit, moving in slow, torturous circles. “I want you to see your skin flush with pleasure where and when I touch you. I want you to see a woman lost in sensation.”

  Myth gasped as he slid a long finger inside her.

  “Can you do that for you? Just pretend I'm not even here.”

  Not for him? She'd do anything for him. No, he was doing this for her. He knew just how to touch her and make it hard to think. Pretend he wasn't here... when he was making her feel so achey and hot? Not likely. “I'll try.”

  He pulled his hands away, and in the mirror she watched her dress slip up her body, over her head and off her arms when she lifted them. It dropped to the floor in front of her in a puddle, leaving her turned on, kneeling on a bed in her red strapless bra and panties, seemingly alone. Thighs spread wide over nothing she could see, she felt naughty and lifted her hands to her flushed cheeks.

  Unseen hands roamed over her skin. Fingers and palms, rough with strength and callouses, gripped her hips, flowed over her waist, caged her ribs. She leaned back, bracing her hands on his thighs, feeling his broad chest against her back. His erection against her ass.

  She wanted him inside her, and it was obvious he wanted that too. He was going slow, too slow. Happy she affected him like he did her, she rubbed against him.

  He growled, and she imagined his eyes were black.

  “That's not pretending I'm not here, is it?”

  She smirked, forgetting that although she couldn't see his face, he could see hers. Her smug smile vanished, along with her bra and panties, as Norrix ripped them from her body. The scraps of fabric flew in different directions. “Why did you do that?”

  “Because they were in my way.” His hands cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples to tight points.

  He was making it hard to think. “That’s hard to believe. There was nothing to them!”

  “Things like that are made to be torn off.”

  Is that what Viktoria meant by a starter kit? “But —”

  “If it makes you feel better, I’ll replace them every time I rip them off you.”

  “Those were more expensive than groceries!”

  “Myth.”

  Her heart beat a little faster when he growled her name.

  “But, you can’t just —” She stopped protesting as his fangs pressed against the delicate skin of her throat.

  Myth let him have his implied threat. Nothing but pleasure came from those fangs of his. She didn't fear them, or him. Heat coursed through her, coiling low in her belly and between her legs. She squirmed against him, a needy sound escaping her. She needed to be bitten, filled, and taken.

  Norrix didn't do any of it. He pushed on her back, urging her forwards until she braced her hands on the bed.

  He drew a finger down the length of her spine, making her arch like a cat. He pulled away, the cool skin of his thighs no longer touching hers.

  Having no contact with him, she felt alone, vulnerable and stupid for wanting to try this. “Norrix? I —”

  He didn't answer her with words, but his hands took possession of her hips, pulling them back and down. Anticipation thrummed through her as she waited for him to thrust into her.

  Only his grip stopped her from pulling away when instead of his erection, his tongue slid into her. What was he thinking? She'd not known what to do when she was on her back and he did this, but she couldn't sit on his face! She would suffocate him. This was too much. Too personal. Too weird. She thrashed in his implacable hold.

  Her fingers curled into the sheets, claws extending to shred them, her back bowed, her muscles flexed. She panted, but couldn't escape. He held her in place and stroked his tongue into her in a deliberate rhythm. Calm washed through their bond, soothing her panic away. Lust followed on its heels, igniting her need. Her heart stopped its frantic beat, her lungs quit heaving. Instead of thrashing to get away, she let him guide her, show her with gentle but unrelenting hands how to move, so his tongue slid from her opening to her clit.

  Movement caught her eye, and she glanced up. The mirrors showed her — mouth open, arms braced, hair disheveled, eyes darkened and wide, pupils dilated, skin flushed. Her breasts, tipped with pointed nipples, moved in sync with her hips. Her widespread thighs still felt naughty, but this naughty version of herself was hot.

  She wondered what the next step from naughty was. Debauched? Perverted? Bad girl? Dirty?

  She couldn't see Norrix like this, only the top of his head when she looked between her legs. Whatever came after naughty, she felt like she'd taken the next step when she didn't feel embarrassed to be watching between her own legs as she moved her sex over Norrix's mouth.

  Pushing off the bed with her hands, she reared back, arching over him. Now she could look down her body at her vampire, see his black eyes boring into her. Unsure what to do with her hands, she touched herself, watching in the mirror as she cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples in her fingers.

  Norrix's growl of approval rumbled through her, and she shifted her gaze back to him. A whine escaped her lips when he pulled away. His hands tightened around her hips, pushing her back ev
er so slightly. Then he struck, sinking his fangs deep into her at the top of her thigh.

  Myth shrieked, more at the suddenness of his movement rather than pain. Pain is definitely not what she felt when he bit her.

  Venom poured into her blood and she forgot to breathe. This venom felt different from when they'd bonded and he'd given her what she needed to become strygoi. Lust flowed through her veins.

  He pulled his fangs from her and licked the bite, sealing the venom into her. He turned his head and bit her again, sending more venom into her system.

  Myth gasped, remembering to breathe. She writhed, needing more, but not sure she could take it.

  Norrix reached up to replace her hands on her breasts, shaping the mounds against his palms. Her nipples hardened even more, into painful points.

  She watched as he pulled his fangs out. A tiny rivulet of blood made its way down her thigh. He caught it with his tongue, following its path to the bite. He licked over it, sending short circuits through her.

  “I... I need...” Her thought vanished as he returned his mouth to her sex, flicking his tongue over her clit.

  He took her hands in his, intertwining their fingers, giving her something to hold onto. “Take what you need.”

  Then he set to work. Gone were the gentle teaching strokes. He lapped and thrust as she turned wanton and rode his face. Gone were her earlier inhibitions. He was a vampire. He couldn't suffocate anyway.

  Her blood sang, need becoming an ache. All the venom he'd injected her with seemed attracted to his tongue like a magnet. She moaned when she paused and his mouth lingered, sucking the ache through her to concentrate it all on her clit.

  The next swipe of his tongue felt like multiple tongues as she remembered, and felt, every other lick he'd given her. Not just the physical sensation and her memory though, the way Norrix felt her on his tongue as he tasted her became something tangible and she tasted herself. He slid a finger inside her and the sensation of every other time he'd done that amplified the feeling. She felt hot slickness on her fingers. He slipped a second finger in and stroked, the pleasure of every time he'd stroked inside her combined to overwhelm her.

  “What—”

  Norrix lashed her clit with his tongue and stroked her faster.

  Myth came, the rush of past orgasms on his tongue flooding her nerve endings as pleasure swept through her. Her limbs went limp. She couldn't support herself on her noodle arms, even with Norrix's fingers around hers, and collapsed to the bed.

  NORRIX

  NORRIX SLID FROM BETWEEN Myth's legs and knelt behind her. He guided her upper body to the bed, feeling smug. He was no ahuizotl, but he might have dissolved every bone in her body. She collapsed in stages, from her hands, to her elbows, to land face first on the mattress.

  “Myth?”

  She made an incoherent sound.

  Norrix trailed his fingers along her thigh, enjoying her shivers. “Myth.”

  “I'm okay.” Myth's muffled voice was barely audible enough for him to make out her words, even with vampire hearing. “Carry on. I'll just lay here.”

  Norrix smirked. “I require your active participation.”

  “You're sure?”

  “Yes.”

  “How active?” She grumbled and turned her head to lay her cheek on the bed. “What happened?”

  “Are you asking me or the bed?” Norrix lifted some of the shredded linens. “Because I'm pretty sure the bed would ask you the same thing. It's never been treated like that before.”

  Myth narrowed her eyes in an attempt at a glare, but she was too sated and couldn't manage it. ”I want you to pretend I just hit your chest. I'll do it for real later.”

  Norrix ran a finger down the length of her spine. “Much like a strygoi can gift her vampire with her magic, a vampire can give his Dragă venom a certain way. You made your gift to me memories, so I returned the favor. My venom will always let you remember and feel prior pleasures at the same time as current ones, and our bond lets me let you feel what I feel.”

  “I want to feel more. I am Myth, and you are mine. I want you to bite me. I want to feel your venom in my blood. I don't want you to treat me like I'm fragile. You've been holding your vampire back. He's mine too. Let me have him.”

  “If it's too much —”

  “You can smell my scent. You'll know if I'm scared or upset. You always know before I do.” Myth smirked. "Besides, I'm strygoi now. I can more than take care of myself.”

  “I was really hoping to keep claws in my heart or being tossed into a wall as non-possibilities during sex.”

  Myth's eyes and skin took on a silver sheen. “Then maybe you should do as I say.”

  His Dragă was always beautiful to him, but seeing her empowered and confident enough to order him around was hot. So was her scent — hot apples. Norrix released the vampire.

  “Reach back and put your arms around my neck.”

  She did, the position stretching her body taut. With her ass in his lap, knees spread over his, all of his Dragă was available to his view and for the taking.

  Lowering his head to her throat, he scraped his fangs over her skin. He slid his erection through her slickness, holding her hips still with unyielding hands as he teased her with slow, non-penetrating strokes.

  “Norrix —”

  He thrust up into her at the same time he sank his fangs into her neck. Her back arched at the double penetrations. Norrix thrust again, and let his venom flow into her. Her head fell back, and she moaned. A third thrust, and he was in his Dragă's wet heat as deep as he could get.

  Myth tried to move her hips, but he held her in place and growled. Her pupils dilated and her scent grew hotter. “Oh,” she breathed. “There's my monster.”

  Satisfied she knew not to move, Norrix gave her slow, rolling strokes as he slid his hands up her body, over her narrow waist and across her ribs. Cupping her breasts, he shaped them in his hands, squeezing and massaging the soft mounds. The points of her nipples stiffened against his palms.

  His venom went to work in her blood, and through their bond, he felt her feeling what he felt as he pleasured her.

  She moaned and squeezed her inner muscles around him. “Harder.”

  “Lean forward and brace yourself.”

  When she did, he let their bond and her scent guide him, taking her hard. Her scents filled his nose, arousal and apples so hot he could almost taste them on his tongue. He held her hips in an inexorable grip just short of bruising, and thrust deep as he pulled her back onto his shaft.

  Norrix's pleasure built, feeding on Myth's rising passion. His venom coursed through her blood, each thrust inside her magnified as she felt the convergence of every other time he'd stroked that same place. Her increasingly desperate and incoherent noises were music to his savage beast, spurring him to take her harder.

  When she came, it was with the sensation of orgasm after orgasm as she relived every one. She arched her back, her heart raced, and she clenched her inner muscles around him in a continuous rhythm.

  He held out for as long as he could as she tightened around him and pulled him deeper into herself. Giving in, he thrust home a final time and emptied himself into her.

  Visions of her body swelling with a child, his child, had him hardening inside her again.

  Myth laughed in a breathy gasp as she let out the breath she'd been holding and let herself lay limp. "How do women survive that every time?"

  “I don't know, my Dragă. My heart has only ever beat for you. You are the only one I feel anything with or for. I will only ever share this with you."

  She regarded herself in the mirror. She liked this satisfied looking version of herself. “How do women survive this?”

  “I don't know. My heart has only ever beat for you. You are the only one I feel anything with or for. I will only ever share this with you.”

  “I'm not sure I can do that again.”

  “Not to worry. I've lived long enough I know lots of things we can do
for the first time.” Norrix cradled her in his arms and got to his feet. “Like shower sex.”

  Myth groaned. “Do I have to be able to stand for that?”

  Norrix lowered his voice and murmured into her ear. “Since you're new at it, I'll do all the work. Better to not risk a slip and fall.”

  SUNDAY,

  DECEMBER 15

  CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE

  FABLE

  FABLE WAS SUPPOSED to be sleeping, but she wasn't tired. Her new electric clock said 1:23. She liked that time. And 2:34, and 3:45.

  Nantli and new Tahtli kissed her goodnight, and she tried shutting her eyes. As soon as the door closed, her eyes popped open.

  Everything changed overnight. Yesterday she wasn't allowed to talk and lived alone in a dark cell. Today she had a big room with so much stuff and could say whatever she wanted. She had her mother back, a man she could call Tahtli, three aunts and lots of uncles. She had to remind herself all the time this was real, not a story.

  “You're awake!”

  And a magic palace named Soră who talked in her head and sometimes was a girl. Fable sat up, looking around the room. “Why can't I see you?”

  “I used too much energy the last few days.” Soră sounded tired.

  Guilt crashed over Fable, and her chin touched her chest. Soră had just woken up after a thousand years, and now, because Fable had been scared, her friend had to sleep again. “I'm sorry.”

  “It's not your fault. You're my bestest friend and bad men were trying to hurt you. I don't have to sleep for a thousand years again. Just stay home and not let everyone see me for a little while. My magic has to build up like yours.”

  But Soră liked it when everyone could see her. “Can I give you my magic?” Fable had too much anyway. She touched her tummy. All the colors were small and calm.

  “Maybe.” Soră didn't sound sure. “Nobody ever gave magic to me before.”

  “Green is for making things, and making things better.” Fable moved her fingers to where that color spun.

  Silver sparkles formed the shape of a girl, sitting on the bed, but she was smaller and fainter than before. She held her fingers out. “Let's try it.”