The Elixir Maidens 1: Ruby

by Kate Hill

  “Please say I can see you again,” Sir Hagen said, cupping the back of Ruby’s neck with a firm yet gentle hand.

  “You wouldn’t by any chance want to accompany me upstairs?”

  A slow, sensual smile spread over Sir Hagen’s finely-shaped lips. “It would be an honor.”

  Ruby took his lower lip between his teeth and gazed at the magician through his lashes. He took Sir Hagen’s hand and guided him out of the club area and to the foyer where Onan stood talking to another bouncer. Most likely it was shift change.

  We’ll be going upstairs now, Ruby told Onan.

  The security chief nodded curtly in reply, paying little attention to them as they climbed the steps.

  They were silent on the way to the suite, yet the passion between them was electric. When they stepped into the room, Sir Hagen paused in the darkness. He was so incredibly sensual and psychically gifted that Ruby had almost forgotten he wasn’t a vampire.

  Ruby switched on the dim light to accommodate the mortal’s eyes. Sir Hagen glanced around the suite, his gaze lingering on the large bed with its dark purple sheets and thick black comforter.

  “I won’t be long,” Ruby said, heading for the bathroom. “Make yourself at home.”

  “Thanks,” Sir Hagen called. “When you’re done, I could use a quick shower, too, if you don’t mind.”

  “Not at all.”

  Ruby began undressing, glad to finally free his cock from the restrictions of his feminine attire. He removed his make-up and brushed out his hair. Almost giddy with anticipation, he stepped into the shower and washed quickly, glad he’d just had a complete body wax. Everything was super smooth and sexy.

  He turned off the water, dried himself with a soft, oversized towel, and combed out his hair. Glancing at himself in the mirror, he wondered what the magician would think of him without the D cups. A twinge of concern darted through him, but it would be better to find out now before he ended up really falling for this guy. He slipped into a black silk robe and belted it loosely at his waist, then rejoined his guest.

  Sir Hagen’s hungry gaze roamed over Ruby and he approached. He grasped a thick tendril of Ruby’s damp red hair between his fingers.

  “This is me.” Ruby grinned, opening his hands. “Tit-and-make-up-free.”

  Rather than responding in words, Sir Hagen cupped the back of Ruby’s head and covered his mouth in a warm, tender kiss. At first his firm, slightly moist lips remained chastely closed, then he gently slipped his tongue into Ruby’s mouth, stroking and exploring.

  Damn, he tasted wonderful! Ruby’s eyes closed and he leaned nearer, relishing the scent and feel of Sir Hagen’s body. The magician slipped his free arm around Ruby’s waist and pulled him even closer. It was then that Ruby realized that in spite of his slimness, Sir Hagen was rather big-boned and well muscled. The desire to tear off his clothes and really see him almost overcame Ruby, but before he could act, Sir Hagen stepped away.

  The mortal was panting slightly, the hint of a blush staining the ridges of his sharp cheekbones. He slowly backed toward the bathroom, not taking his gaze from Ruby. “I won’t be long.”

  “I’ll be waiting.”

  His lips flickering upward in a smile, Sir Hagen turned and closed the door behind him. Moments later came the sound of running water.

  Ruby sat on the edge of the bed, his head spinning with happiness and desire. He was acting like a foolish youth over this man, yet he didn’t want to stop himself. It seemed like forever since he’d been this enraptured with anyone. Actually, he couldn’t remember a time that he’d felt quite this way about a lover.

  Moments later, the water stopped in the shower and Sir Hagen stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around his lean waist.

  Ruby drew a sharp breath of desire. The magician was even more gorgeous than he’d imagined. Though he carried not a bit of extra flesh on his tall frame, he was incredibly well defined. Ruby watched the sensual play of muscles beneath his beautifully pale flesh as he stepped closer to the bed. A faint dusting of dark hair scattered across his broad chest and tapered down his muscle-ridged abdomen. His long legs looked incredibly hard and were also sparsely covered with black hair. The enticing bulge beneath the towel revealed the magician’s arousal.

  Wearing his most coquettish smile, Ruby tugged off Sir Hagen’s towel and tossed it aside, exposing a beautiful ivory cock patterned with lavender veins. Ruby curled his fist around it and brushed his thumb over the flushed head. He stroked a few times, loving how it swelled even more in his grip.

  “Well, magician, this sure is a helluva wand.” Ruby grinned, lifting his gaze to Sir Hagen’s.

  A quirky smile played around his lips and he shrugged. “I rather like it.”

  “We can’t contract or spread diseases among mortals,” Ruby said, all traces of humor vanishing.

  “I know.”

  “I don’t know whether you believe me or not, but I don’t make a habit of bedding men I just met.”

  “Remember I can read your mind. I know you’re telling the truth. Read mine.”

  “Any particular reason?”

  “I just want to be sure you know I don’t sleep around, either.”

  Ruby sank to his knees, one hand still curved around Sir Hagen’s cock, his other sliding up his inner thigh to grasp his balls. “If you say it, I believe you.”

  Sir Hagen started to speak, but his words ended in a sigh of pleasure as Ruby took his cock head between his lips and ran his tongue over it, using the tip to tease the little eye. He sucked and swirled his tongue over it, then drew it deeply into his mouth until the bulbous head brushed the back of his throat.

  “Oh fuck,” Sir Hagen breathed, his hips thrusting slightly forward.

  Ruby sensed he was controlling the urge to pump harder and faster. Sliding a hand around to his backside, Ruby felt the tension in the muscular spheres. Damn, the man had a fantastic ass!

  Simultaneously, they opened their minds to each other. Ruby moaned with desire upon feeling how desperately the magician wanted him. His own cock swelled and ached. In spite of how much he desired stimulation, he didn’t yet want to leave Sir Hagen’s cock. One hand holding the velvet-skinned staff, he sucked harder, then withdrew the glistening head from his mouth and began licking and kissing the staff from base to tip. He blew gentle puffs of air over the head before sucking it again.

  You’re going to kill me. Sir Hagen’s lustful thoughts filled Ruby’s mind.

  With passion, yes. Ruby’s pulse raced and a quiver of desire rushed down his spine. Using the tip of one fang, he teased the eye of Sir Hagen’s cock. The magician’s steely thighs trembled and his breath came in harsh pants. He groaned, a sound of pleasure-pain that drove Ruby’s passion to uncharted heights.

  “You better stop unless you want this to be over fast,” Sir Hagen gasped. In spite of his protests, he buried his hands in Ruby’s hair and pressed him closer to his straining cock.

  Several seconds later, Sir Hagen grasped Ruby’s shoulders and attempted to push him away. Ruby’s vampiric strength won out and he continued his carnal teasing.

  “That’s enough,” panted the magician, his voice raw with impending orgasm. “I mean it.”

  Immediately Ruby sat back on his heels, gazing at Sir Hagen’s tense face. Passion gleamed in the magician’s eyes.

  “Let me see you,” Sir Hagen demanded. Bending, he curved his hands around Ruby’s upper arms and guided him to the bed. He allowed the mortal to push him onto his back.

  Sir Hagen straddled Ruby, a knee on either side of his thighs, supporting his full weight. The magician’s long, slender fingers began unfastening the tie on Ruby’s robe. Ever so slowly he parted the silk, revealing the vampire’s smooth chest, lean waist, and sleek abs.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Sir Hagen murmured, running a fingertip along Ruby’s collarbone then trailing it down the length of his torso.

  Ruby’s breath caught and his heart pounded in anticipati
on. His fangs ached to taste Sir Hagen’s blood as much as he longed for their bodies to meld into one thrashing, passion-filled being.

  Stretching out beside Ruby, Sir Hagen pushed the robe completely open, revealing his cock and balls. Though not as long as Sir Hagen’s, Ruby’s cock was a bit thicker. Sir Hagen grasped it, his hand exploring every velvet-skinned inch before he began squeezing the balls beneath with the perfect amount of pressure.

  Though he longed to close his eyes to better enjoy the sensations, Ruby couldn’t stop staring at Sir Hagen’s hand on his body. The mortal shifted position slightly and began kissing Ruby from neck to pelvis then back again while continuing to stroke his cock. He took first one nipple between his teeth and nibbled gently, then moved to the other.

  Ruby drifted on a haze of pure sensation. He ran his hands through Sir Hagen’s freshly washed hair and stroked as much of his warm flesh as he could reach.

  When Sir Hagen pushed his thighs apart, knelt between them, and began sucking his cock, Ruby nearly screamed with pleasure. He stifled the urge, but a guttural moan escaped him.

  I love hearing you, Sir Hagen spoke telepathically since his mouth was busy with Ruby’s straining cock.

  Ruby moaned again, his neck arching against the pillow and his eyes slipping shut. He grasped handfuls of Sir Hagen’s hair and thrust his hips upward as the magician sucked harder and faster.

  When Sir Hagen finally pulled away, gasping, Ruby opened his eyes and said, “Take me. Please.”

  Sir Hagen nodded, swallowing visibly, his dark eyes brilliant with desire.

  Ruby rolled over and reached into the night table drawer. He pulled out lube and two condoms. He kept one and tossed the other along with the lube to Sir Hagen. His heart pounding and his entire body tense with passion, Ruby rolled on the condom then positioned himself on his hands and knees, completely surrendering his shapely backside to his lover.

  Moments later, he felt Sir Hagen’s cock probing his sphincter. Closing his eyes, he cried out in pleasure-pain as the magician’s sizeable cock filled him slowly. By the echo of Sir Hagen’s pounding heart and his ragged breathing, Ruby knew he was holding back. One hand clasping Ruby’s hip, the other grasping his staff, Sir Hagen began moving in a slow, careful rhythm that, with Ruby’s encouragement, soon turned wild.

  “Oh yes. Oh, damn,” Ruby panted, his voice husky and his entire body trembling with scarcely restrained lust.

  Sir Hagen seemed beyond words. He grunted and moaned, his sleek, sexy body driving into Ruby’s.

  With a hoarse cry, Ruby came. Sir Hagen joined him seconds later, his hot, powerful body straining against Ruby.

  Sir Hagen pulled out and collapsed onto his back, panting, his eyes closed and a faint smile on his lips.

  Ruby wasn’t quite finished yet. He stretched out atop Sir Hagen and kissed him tenderly. The magician’s sleepy eyes opened and held Ruby’s gaze.

  “Do you want to take my blood?”

  “Do you want to give it?”

  “Yes,” Sir Hagen said, his deep voice just above a whisper.

  At the first touch of his teeth against the damp flesh of Sir Hagen’s beautiful neck, Ruby’s cock once again sprang to life. His teeth penetrated the magician’s flesh and he tasted his sweet mortal blood.

  Immediately Sir Hagen’s arms tightened around Ruby and his cock swelled. Both staffs, once again hard and aching with passion, remained trapped between the lovers’ bodies while Ruby drank. His bite flung them into another orgasm even more intense than the last. Their bodies strained and writhed, driven by an extended climax only possible through a vampire’s bite.

  When Ruby finally withdrew his teeth, Sir Hagen lay unconscious beneath him, hurled into oblivion by the force of their passion. The magician’s gorgeous chest heaved and his sleek body glistened with sweat.

  Ruby shifted his position so that he lay beside his lover. Resting his cheek against Sir Hagen’s shoulder, he enjoyed the nearness of their bodies while the mortal caught his breath. He knew he hadn’t taken enough blood to harm the magician, only enough to give them intense pleasure. In spite of his strength, he was only human and making love with a vampire took a lot out of a mortal.

  After a moment Sir Hagen stirred. Languidly he stroked Ruby’s shoulder and arm.

  Ruby lifted his head and smiled slightly, gazing into the magician’s half open eyes. “Tell me something.”

  “Anything,” Sir Hagen replied.

  “What’s your real name?”

  Chapter Three

  “My name is Hagen Tang,” the magician said, lifting a hand to stroke Ruby’s hair.

  “Have you really been knighted or is the ‘sir’ for the stage?”

  “No, I’ve actually been knighted.” He grinned. “Methuselah has some lofty connections and I performed with him often using my real name. I started going by Sir Hagen about three years ago. Knighting doesn’t seem to have the same meaning it used to.”

  “I tend to like it better now.” Ruby wrinkled his nose. “It used to be a bunch of obnoxious military men throwing their proverbial weight around. At least that’s how I remember it.”

  Hagen’s brow furrowed. “Speaking of names, what’s yours?”

  “Ruby is now my legal name. Ruby Jones. If you want to know my birth name it was James Weller.”

  Smiling, Hagen said, “You don’t look like a James Weller.”

  “I didn’t look, think, or act like a James Weller,” Ruby said bitterly. “James Weller was the son of a blacksmith. A loud, overbearing, ignorant, abusive pig who thought he could beat a boy into becoming the sort of man he approved of.”

  Hagen’s eyes widened slightly in surprise.

  “I’m sorry,” Ruby said, lowering his gaze. “You’d think I would have gotten over it after fifteen hundred years.”

  “It’s all right.” Hagen took Ruby’s face in his hands and kissed first his forehead then his lips. “I understand what you must feel.”

  “Did the same happen to you?”

  “In a way. It had nothing to do with my sexual preference. Honestly no one has a clue about that. It was my psychic powers.” Hagen shook his head. “Forget it.”

  “No, tell me,” Ruby pressed gently, sensing in spite of his hesitation, Hagen desperately wanted to continue.

  The magician rolled onto his side and Ruby did the same so they faced each other. He touched a hand to Hagen’s rock hard chest, stroking absently while waiting for him to go on.

  “My parents were very concerned with appearances and what other people thought. Their friends, acquaintances, and business contacts meant more to them than anything, therefore it wouldn’t do to have a ‘psychic’ child. For years they ignored my abilities. I spent much of my childhood frightened, confused, and ashamed because of my powers.”

  Ruby studied him carefully, noting that while the calm, soft tone of his voice didn’t change, his eyes shone with a battlefield of emotions.

  “During my teens I went through the rebellious stage when I tried flaunting my gifts everywhere, driving my parents crazy and causing general havoc at boarding school after boarding school. When I was sixteen I finally met someone who could help me. Methuselah was a teacher at the last boarding school that would take me. The first detention I had with him, rather than punishing me, he talked to me about my gifts. I dared not hope someone actually believed me. That’s all I’d ever wanted. Someone to believe me.”

  Ruby trailed his hand across Hagen’s cheek. For some reason this man got to him like no other. He’d never been one to believe love could happen overnight, but since meeting the magician, he was seriously beginning to rethink his theory.

  “It’s funny, isn’t it? I spent years trying to convince people I’m psychic, now I earn my living trying to make them believe everything I do is an illusion.”

  “What happened after Methuselah started training you?” Ruby asked.

  “Obviously he tried speaking to my parents several times. They reacted as they always did, by
denying my powers and saying I was nothing more than a problem child. They forbid him to encourage my delusions and threatened to remove me from the school. It was then Methuselah did something I know plagues him with guilt to this day. He manipulated their thoughts, forcing them to allow me to continue at the school and make him my legal guardian, should anything happen to them. That’s how I came into his care after they died when I was sixteen.”

  “He shouldn’t feel guilty and neither should you,” Ruby said, sensing how torn Hagen felt over his unfortunate relationship -- or lack thereof -- with the only family he had ever known. Now Ruby began to understand the loneliness he had spoken of earlier.

  “God, I can’t believe I just spilled my guts like that,” Hagen muttered. “Sorry to dump my history on you.”

  “I’m glad you feel comfortable enough to talk to me.” Ruby edged closer, melting against Hagen, who enfolded him in a tight embrace. “Can you stay for the day or do you have to go?”

  He chuckled, his chest vibrating against Ruby’s cheek. “Let’s see. Do you have an extra toothbrush?”

  “You bet.”

  “Then I’d love to stay. Does this place have a wake up service? I do need to be out of here for rehearsal by noon.”

  Ruby sat up and reached for the phone. After making a quick call to Burgundy Peak’s office, he once again settled comfortably into Hagen’s arms and murmured, “All set. Good day.”

  “Good day,” Hagen whispered, kissing Ruby’s hair before they drifted to sleep.

  * * *

  Ruby awoke to a shrill scream. He sat upright in bed, glancing at Hagen who was already on his feet, reaching for his trousers.

  “What the hell is that?” Hagen said.

  Ruby pulled on his robe and left the room, Hagen behind him. They made their way down the hall and Ruby pounded on Scarlet’s door.

  “Scarlet! Wake up and let me in!”