The Brethren Of Tavish [Vampire Coven Book 1]

by C. L. Scholey

  After Tavish left her alone in the room after dinner, claiming he would be back in a while, she had removed her teddy and stood admiring herself in the full-length mirror. Mercy had shut out her father’s words and all of the ice cave’s teachings and really looked at herself to see what exactly was evil or traitorous. She had always given her father the benefit of the doubt, but now she must see it for herself.

  Nothing about her body was distasteful. She had felt her eyebrows narrow as she concentrated. Her breasts were high and firm and she had thought they were beautiful, not unlike the melons Tavish said was fruit. He certainly liked tasting them. She had touched her breasts, caressed them. Not in a sexual way, but to see what they would feel like. They were firm and soft, pleasant. The little nipples were pliable, darker, like the dusty roses and puckered in a cute way when touched. She could envision a child suckling from her. She had even sat open-legged and examined her forbidden area. She was a bit tender, but Tavish was huge.

  Nothing about her sweet folds looked sinister. Her fingers had spread the folds with determination to find the truth, the evil. There was a hole there. The place where Tavish had put his sex inside. It wasn’t the gateway to Hell. The little nub wasn’t terrifying. It was all so confusing. She had even spun around and taken a good look at her tight butt. She had known there was another hole there but to see it existed was interesting. There was a tiny, dark, oval mark on her hip she had never seen before.

  “I bathed in your washing area,” Mercy said.

  Kia told her everything ran on what Ryker called a generator. Many in fact. Ryker had told Kia Tavish had designed his utopia brilliantly. Mercy supposed he had. Everything she had seen was amazing. The shower had been fascinating. A warm wet stream that actually washed her entire body at once while standing nude under it. The soap was scented and smelled delicious; now she smelled delicious too. She blushed.

  “Kia told me how to relieve myself in your bowl.” That too had been amazing to witness as the water swirled round and round. She had grown dizzy watching it.

  “Toilet,” he said and smiled.

  “We had a certain area in the iceberg to relieve our needs. Men had one, the women another far in a cavern in separate directions. I think ours was the coldest cave Daddy could find so we did what we needed to do fast. As it was, my behind was always frozen afterwards for some time. I think I’m jealous a man can pee standing up. Kia told me, and it makes perfect sense now that I’ve seen your forbidden area. It doesn’t seem fair, especially to ice dwellers.”

  She didn’t tell him she had watched herself pee in the bowl-toilet, her legs spread wide. It had been fascinating. All covered in fur and trying to get done so fast, she had never bothered before. The fine spray of warm yellow had a slight odor. She had felt it with her finger. Afterwards she had showered. Mercy had used the soap on every part of her body leisurely, including her wiggly toes that she loved to look at. She was introducing herself to her body and came to the conclusion she liked what she saw.

  Tavish pulled the light cover on the bed back and gazed at her naked flesh before he climbed in beside her. Mercy moved into his embrace and lay quietly while he stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. He trailed his fingers down her arm.

  “Are only men allowed the pleasures of touching skin?” she asked.

  “Do you want to touch me?”

  “I think so—yes.”

  Tavish pushed the covers to their ankles and lay back, watching her with a big grin on his face. She loved his laughing eyes that encouraged her on. Mercy knelt beside him. She had touched his chest before so she started there. His skin was soft, but underneath was solid.

  “How strong are you?” she asked curiously. “My father was strong, so was Jarrod. Jarrod was second youngest to me. All alone, they could push huge boulders and blocks of ice I couldn’t even budge.”

  “I could crush those things into tiny pieces with one blow.”

  Mercy stilled. The image in her mind made her frown. She remembered poor Jarrod, big strong Jarrod, dangling high in the air, helpless and flailing, terrified. The vampire held him by one hand. Mercy felt Tavish rub her hip. His touch was gentle and comforting. She told herself his great strength was to protect her, not to hurt her. He said so himself.

  “Your forbidden area, what’s it called?” she asked.

  “The proper term is a penis, but you can say, cock, dick, rod, prick, pecker, junk.”

  “And my forbidden area?”

  “Vaginal area, up inside your vagina is your uterus where a baby is carried. Men call your sex a pussy, or more derogatory a cunt. You have a clit and a nub. Love cave.” He was grinning.

  “And you called my breasts tits.”

  “Tits, hooters, boobs, knockers, jugs.”

  “I like the word tits.”

  “Really? I’ll remember that. And what about your forbidden area? By the way, that’s the last time I want you to refer to it as that.” To make a point he slid his fingers against that area.

  “Love cave is sweet, but it would sound strange coming from you. I like pussy. My mother had an old book with pictures. She taught me to read the words and there was a pussy cat. It looked soft and cute. I feel soft down there and to me it looks cute. I like your penis but I like better how my insides are tucked away. Like a mystery.”

  “I always do love a good mystery,” Tavish said and winked at her.

  Mercy looked at his forbidden area. It was large but not as large as she remembered. Tavish took her hand and guided it over him. He was soft and smooth, the area beneath was covered in dark hair. Large sacs hung. Mercy smiled.

  “There was a cock in the story. A proud rooster who strutted about making all the hens turn their heads. Like you turn mine,” she said.

  As she continued to stroke his cock, it grew firmer. Intrigued, Mercy looked closer. She heard Tavish chuckle. Her body scooted lower to see him better.

  “Your cock has a life of its own. The more I rub, the harder and longer it gets. Why?”

  “I’m aroused.”

  Mercy’s face was only inches from his maleness. She had him gripped in both hands experimenting. She also noted when she rubbed harder he groaned or grunted. He didn’t pull from her. He was gentle when he touched her, so she was careful with him. Oddly enough, she began to wonder if a woman tasted a man the same way Tavish had tasted her. Could she put her tongue and lips on him? Or would he be annoyed? After all, his cock seemed a bit more defenseless than a pussy when it came to teeth. She glanced at Tavish to see what he would do. She pressed her lips against his cock. He closed his eyes; he didn’t look concerned so she took that as a go-ahead to continue when she wasn’t reprimanded. Mercy opened her mouth and took him in. She was careful not to use her teeth. She could feel her tongue on his underside. Then realized if she shifted any area could be his underside, because this strange thing was like an odd limb.

  Back and forth she moved while listening to Tavish moan and grunt. He filled her entire mouth and still there was more to him. His hand was in her hair pushing her up and down. He liked what she was doing. She tried hard to take every inch, but she gagged and could pull him no deeper. It annoyed her but this was her first attempt. She satisfied herself by playing with the two round sacs. As she sucked him her gaze settled onto the rounded globes. They were soft. Mercy released his cock and put one into her mouth.

  “Shit,” Tavish said.

  Mercy released him and sat up with concern. She knew the word. Her mother scolded when her father said it and he was always angry when he said it. Mercy was about to run from the room. Tavish must have sensed her concern, he grabbed her arm.

  “Easy, little cub.”

  “I made you angry?” she whispered.

  “No I’m not angry, you startled me. It felt good.”

  “But you said a bad word.”

  “I know a lot of them. So do my men. We don’t always use them in anger. What bad words do you know?”

  Tavish didn’t look an
gry. Just curious. He went back to stroking her arm. Mercy glanced about. She wasn’t supposed to say those words. “I know the one you used.”

  “Shit. Yes, go on.”

  “Asshole, bastard, goddamn, and…”

  “And?” His eyes were filled with laughter.

  The last word she knew was the one her mother despised the most. Mercy leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “Fuck.”

  Tavish flipped her onto her back making her squeal. “I like that word best,” he said gruffly.

  “Why?”

  “It means this.”

  Tavish surprised her when his hard cock slipped up into her pussy. Mercy groaned. Her legs were spread beneath him. She shifted and gripped his elbows to meet his thrusts. Her knees pulled up, then as an afterthought, she wrapped her legs around his waist. In and out he stroked until she was breathless.

  “So fuck means this?” she asked and panted.

  “Yeah.”

  “I think it’s now my favorite word too.”

  Mercy waited for his bite, but it never came. She was a bit disappointed. She had liked the feeling of being one with him when he was in her thoughts as well as her body. His thrusts became more demanding. Tavish had wrapped his arms around her to hold her still. With her eyes half closed, she felt like she was in a bear hug.

  “Do you like that?” Tavish asked.

  Mercy groaned. “Yes, I like it when you push hard and fast. It makes my insides want to feel that special feeling.”

  “An orgasm, it’s when you come, and I want you to come hard. I want your whole body to feel it.”

  Tavish pumped even faster. Instinctively, Mercy guessed he was moving much faster than a human man. She had witnessed his stealth on more than one occasion when he was in one place and seconds later another. His hand buried into her hair, keeping her locked beneath him. The thought made her smile. She was his treasure, and she felt naughty for wanting him to play rough with her.

  She didn’t know if she should but she said, “Fuck me harder, please.”

  Tavish groaned and then smiled. He obliged until Mercy could barely breathe. The sound of his thighs hammering against her was louder than the crashing ice. A cry tore from her throat. That feeling engulfed her. When she screamed Tavish covered her mouth with his. Her face was thrust up to meet him. Her tongue was sucked into his mouth and Mercy got lost in his taste. He was amazing and breathtaking. Mercy could feel this thing he called ‘come.’ She didn’t just come; she went to a magical place where only she and Tavish existed.

  When Tavish lifted his head and their mouths broke contact, she buried her face into his neck when he bellowed out an animalistic roar. Mercy was happy knowing she could make him feel as amazing as she did. He was at the same place she was. She wished they could stay in that place forever. Tavish was still pumping hard and she wondered if he would come again.

  A movement in the corner of her eye made Mercy look past Tavish’s shoulder. She then screamed in absolute terror. Tavish roared when she screamed. Mercy screamed again and from the look on Tavish’s face, she knew he suddenly realized her screaming wasn’t due to the fact they were fucking.

  Tavish literally flew off her and spun in the air. But not before Mercy caught sight of his white eyes, fangs and now sharp dagger-like fingernails. Mercy didn’t know what was more horrifying, Tavish or the massive polar bear sitting on its haunches with a giant paw raised in the air. The bear had white eyes, massive claws and fangs close to a foot long. Mercy fainted.

  * * * *

  Tavish floated to the ground and looked at Mercy who was spread eagle and unmoving. His poor little cub was as white as a ghost. “We need to work on your timing, Ursus,” Tavish said grouchily.

  You called, I came. The bear grunted.

  Tavish walked to the large creature. He took her great head into his hands and ruffled up her fur. Tavish kissed her muzzle. With his white eyes, he spoke into her mind and told her he loved her.

  I love you, too, was the gentle guttural grunt in response.

  “I need your skills my friend,” Tavish said aloud. “It will be dangerous, so stay as safe as possible. I need you to find Remo.”

  It won’t be hard, he stinks.

  Tavish chuckled. He knew Remo and his men drank from male polar bears after they sported with them. Ursus would have no problem smelling him. Remo would then use the hides to keep his captive humans warm and the meat to feed them.

  I wish to meet the little cub.

  Tavish was a bit surprised. Ursus usually never bothered with humans except to track them for him. “She will be very frightened of you.”

  “You talk to the animal? Does it answer?” Tavish heard whispered from behind him.

  Mercy was on her knees with the sheet pulled around her. The look on her face was a cross between pure terror and absolute intrigue. Her entire body was shaking so hard the sheets jiggled. Her gaze roamed over the bear from head to paws and back again. She blinked hard and swallowed a few times.

  “How beautiful and alive,” Mercy whispered.

  Tavish new she had a fondness for living creatures. He had seen her life was made up of carcasses. She looked as longingly at Ursus as she had the bunny. “Ursus, this is my little cub,” Tavish said.

  Ursus lifted her paw in greeting. She rambled a series of grunts and growls. She is different from your others, Master. More vulnerable to males. See her fingers twist in a life of their own to touch me because I am alive. If she aches to touch even a polar bear, you had best beware. Keep her close.

  “What’s she saying?” Mercy asked.

  “She’s impressed with your hair color. Most humans she’s seen are dark. She smells your innocence and thinks I need to keep a close eye on you.”

  “My hair is like hers, white.”

  “Yes. Ursus saved your life by finding out you existed. You looked like her hybrid cub when I pulled you out of the hole you were in. I have a feeling she’ll be watching over you too,” Tavish said.

  “Thank you, Ursus,” Mercy whispered obviously still in awe.

  Once more Ursus lifted a huge paw and waddled from the room. Tavish went back to Mercy. He settled her back down and pulled her head into the crook of his arm.

  “Tavish?”

  “Yes?”

  “Remember I told you there was a man I was told who came to our iceberg before I was born? He had escaped his vampire masters.” Mercy seemed to hesitate.

  “Go on.”

  “He said a polar bear helped the vampires hunt. But the vampire was cruel. He hurt women.”

  Mercy was playing with his chest hairs. “Do you think I’m cruel? Do you think I would hurt women?”

  “No, never, you have not been cruel to me. The women I have seen look happy not afraid. Kia has been here only a month and told me she is happier here than she was with her own family. She told me Perrin has grown and gained weight and she is certain it’s because of Ryker. Kia says she loves Ryker, too. The old man I talked of was said to be terrified. He was all broken up inside, beaten. There was no way he could ever have escaped from here to go back to the polar caps. It would be much too far. I believe you when you say it wasn’t you. What was that other vampire’s name again?”

  Tavish kissed her forehead regaling in the fact she was so smart. “There is a vampire, Remo, who is almost as old as I am. He is the one who killed your family. He may have spotted Ursus and followed her. It’s why the old man may have thought she was helping another.”

  “I like Ursus,” Mercy said and yawned. “I like your vampire men too.”

  “I think tomorrow I will introduce you to a few other vampires you need to meet and stay away from,” Tavish said.

  “Stay away from, why?”

  “You’ll see. But like Perrin and the others you need to be taught your boundaries.”

  Tavish kissed her goodnight. Mercy cuddled into the safety of his arms.

  Chapter 6

  Mercy plastered herself to Tavish’s side. Earli
er that morning, Tavish had walked her to a huge fence. He told her it surrounded his coven. He explained to her the area it stretched around was massive. Beyond were three more covens Tavish told her he allowed to reside in his territory. Each was defined by the large fence. Each was patrolled by vampires of Tavish’s choice. All swore fealty to him. Each coven was allowed twelve vampires and no more—all were male. No one was allowed to be turned without his authority. Tavish was overseer of the humans in each coven. The other vampires treated their humans the way Tavish did. It was law. The fence was twenty feet high, a foot thick and made of a thick silver substance that looked harder than solid ice. Mercy had no idea how Perrin had ever gotten around this.

  Before her stood what Tavish called a silverback gorilla. She was beautiful—and enormous. The creature was Mercy’s height and about six hundred pounds. To Mercy, she looked like a hybrid furry human. The gorilla was fascinating and seemed to find Mercy equally fascinating.

  “Lucile, this is my little human cub, and she is not to be harmed,” Tavish was saying.

  Lucile’s eyes glowed bright white. Long yellow fangs hung almost to her chin. Mercy wanted to run. For a second she looked up at Tavish and swallowed hard when she noted his glowing eyes. Mercy inched farther behind him. Next, Tavish turned to her. His eyes went back to pale blue.

  “You must never leave the safety of the walls, little cub,” he lectured. “Lucile has a fondness for human females and children; my other Anivamps do not always hold them in the same regard.”

  “Others?” Mercy whispered. There were more?

  Mercy almost screamed when a massive creature Tavish said was a white tiger emerged from the foliage. Lucile grunted and climbed a tree, but she didn’t move away.

  “This is Druid,” Tavish said.