This physical representation of his excitement at their close proximity only worked towards increasing her own growing excitement.
He was as turned on by her as she was by him.
She looked into his eyes and found that they were already staring at her. The deep black of his eyes reflected the stars above and had a watery sheen to them. They seemed to draw her in with their earnestness.
They both swallowed and she moved her hand against his skin. They were smooth to the touch and only roughened up at the intervals that were her claw marks. Surprisingly, she could see none of the other scars that he'd had from battle.
Only hers. Just hers.
She felt her hand moving downwards towards his bulge of its own volition. She seemed to not be in control of her body. It had a mind of its own. And had a goal it sought to achieve.
As her hand continued its downward journey, that same force steadily pulled down her face to meet his. She was excited to see his head coming up to meet hers.
Her eyes caught sight of his lips advancing towards her, and hers parted ever so slightly.
She closed her eyes.
Keena woke up and for the first few minutes, she was unsure or her surroundings. Then gradually she gathered her bearings and sighed.
The contents of her dream came flooding back to her. The complete details, in an undreamlike fashion, without the usual plot holes in the middle. It all came back to her.
She realized also, with some shock that she wished the dream had continued. She wrapped her arms around herself as she remembered the look in Christoph's eyes as their lips had inched towards each other. She felt a slight dampening in her nether regions at the thought.
What was wrong with her?
Why was he affecting her this way? I mean. He was a vampire. Just like he had, she had also been brought up to hate his kind and everything they stood for. To find herself attracted to one now, and the son of the king no less, was as ironic as anything could be.
The familiar tiny voice in her head asked her
Does he feel the same way?
She froze as the thought took root. What if her attraction was one-sided?
Could she really continue with their sessions keeping in mind that whatever it is she felt for him would forever remain unrequited?
Even worse. What if he did feel the same way? What would she do then?
Was there any reality in which a vampire and a werewolf could be together and everything would be right with the world? Even if that was a world she wanted to live in, would everyone else share her enthusiasm?
The questions kept coming and no answers accompanied them.
She groaned in frustration and lay back down.
Once more, the voice asked, what if he feels the same way?
***
"Christoph. Searched for you last night. Couldn't find you, where were you?" Remus asked smiling up at his friend.
Christoph already had a practiced answer,
"Well, when I woke up, I had to go take a walk. I mean, just to check out how everything is now that we have peace. I just realized that I hadn't done that since the treaty came into play"
"Oh. That's good. Like what you found?" he asked
"Oh yeah. Everyone was going about their activities just normally. I even stopped by the nursery you know. Checked out the new-borns"
"Oh yeah. Our adorable brothers and sisters" Remus said laughing. Just as he turned to go, he caught sight of something and did a double take.
"Whoa. Those are new. What happened? Get in some kind of scuffle while making your rounds?" he asked indicating the claw marks on his chest
Christoph tried to stifle his look of apprehension. He had slept shirtless when the sun came up and now had not had time to put on something.
How could he deal with the situation to quell Remus' curiosity? He could feign surprise, or maybe ignorance.
He went with familiarity.
"This old thing? I got this one at the battle of Mediis Tenebris. Can't believe you've forgotten Remus, we fought right beside each other" he said, feigning offence
Remus seemed to think for a while, then an expression of remembrance washed over his face.
"Ooh. That's true. I think I remember now. Mediis Tenebris. Long time ago. It was that big grey wolf right?" he inquired and Christoph, overwhelmed with relief, could only manage to nod in concordance.
"Exactly" he added in a small voice
"Good ol' days eh buddy?" Remus said tapping his shoulder. Then. "Hey. A couple of us thought we would take the horses and go get some breakfast in one of those mountain settlements. Want to come?" he asked
Christoph shook his head in the negative. "No, thanks, I'll just stay back here. Don't you worry. Have yourselves a good time. I guess"
"Such a pansy" Remus said shaking his head, laughing.
"Yeah, a pansy who will knock you out cold if you don't move away from him" Christoph replied mock threateningly.
Remus feigned intense surprised and walked away.
Christoph watched him leave. He yawned and as he did and his dream came back to him. He'd been dreaming of Keena.
The mere mention of her name caused a stirring in his loins and his throat to tighten with anxiety. He reached for a shirt and put it on. Then he looked outside at the sky.
Tonight was a special night.
***
"Going somewhere?" Turk asked as he stepped into her room and Keena turned with a start.
"Don't do that again" she said, getting herself together, not wanting him to see that he had rattled her.
"What do you want?" she asked now
"Nothing really" came the baritone reply. "I just popped in to make sure you were okay. You didn't answer me though. Are you going somewhere?"
She turned to look at him now, irritation spelt across her face boldly.
Did he not know how much he disgusted her? She asked herself
"Yes. I am. Don't you know what night it is?" she asked
"I do. Everybody does. And so do they. Where are you going? Let me come with you" he offered, stepping forward.
She raised her hand to stop his advancement
"I'll be fine. I won't stay long. Don't you worry. I can't stay in tonight though. Nobody can keep me in." She said, spitting out the final sentence as she tucked in her saber with an air of finality.
"Are you going to try to stop me Turk?" she asked when he just stood looking at her.
He stared at her for a while, then smirked and stepped aside.
"Don't stay long" he said as she passed by him
She didn't reply. She did not see the need to. It was no business of his. He'd lost all right to know her whereabouts a long time ago.
As she passed the castle window, she looked out and a small smile played across her lips.
Tonight was a special night.
***
The full moon radiated downwards lighting up the field in its luminescent light. Everywhere was quiet, and only a small wind could be heard, permeating the loud silence of the night.
The Wolf raised its head and sniffed the air. The scent was present, but vague. It moved forward, its huge paws leaving deep prints in the grass. The passing wind ruffled its fur slightly.
Rearing back on its haunches, it raised its head and howled at the moon. The howl seemed to clear its senses and it sniffed the air again.
There it was.
Turning sharply, it darted towards a tree and lunged into its branches.
Christoph reacted fast and dived out of the leaves that had been his hiding place, landing softly on the grass.
The full moon was out, and Keena was at her full potential tonight. She had even assumed wolf form. Something he'd expected slightly.
The wolf jumped down after him and growled threateningly. Christoph crouched down and winked at the majestic wolf.
"Wow. You're pretty even as a wolf"
Whoa where did that come from? He thought to himself, and returned his mind to
the task at hand.
Keena circled him, her head low, claws protracted and her teeth bared. He turned along with her, not wanting to be blindsided with a sudden attack. His blade glistened in the moonlight as the light caught the inscribed runes running down its entire length.
Suddenly with a yelp, the Wolf galloped forward at a dizzying speed and lunged at him.
He was down before he could make a move to evade the attack and the Wolf was untop of him, snapping at his face as he struggled to keep its jaws as far away as possible.
With his free hand he punched at the wolf's stomach, then grabbed it by the side of its head and pushed it off of him. Keena fell on her side, and was immediately on her paws again, and rearing back for another lunge. This time, Christoph was ready and ducked just in time for her to sail past him.
As she passed, he reached out and caught her by the neck mid-air catching her in a headlock. The Wolves legs thrashed around in the air helplessly.
Then, with a sudden rush of energy, Keena tossed herself to the side relying on her weight to topple Christoph over.
It worked.
They both went down and with the fall, his grip around her neck loosened and he let his arms fall to his sides.
She stood over him staring. She could hear his heart beat. It was steady. He was watching her with some odd kind of fascination. His shirt had rolled up a bit and she could see the end of the claw mark just above his belly button.
She didn't know when she did it. She didn't know why she did it.
She bent down and licked his face.
He looked every bit as taken aback as she was by her actions, but then he smiled. It was that smile. That peculiar, knowing smile. The same one he'd had on in her dream. Just then, slowly and while still untop of him, she slowly started transforming back to her human form.
Her fur retracted and slowly her bones started shifting and rearranging back in place.
A soft moan escaped from her lips and caught her off guard. The turning process was usually painful, but the expression he had on his face as he watched her change in front of him. The total vulnerability she felt at the openness of his gaze seemed to make the pain melt away and ease to a dull ache.
Within a few minutes she was fully human again, and straddling him.
Naked.
He didn't move. Just stared at her as he lay there. His excitement poked at her pelvis again with a familiar pressure. Her breasts hung barely inches above his chest, but still they stared at each other.
Then she bent and kissed him.
They went in on each other then. Hunger matching hunger. A feral display of deep desire that they had long since ignored. Her lips were soft and Christoph tasted them tentatively, tracing his tongue across the bottom lip and across the middle. Probing. Seeking entrance.
She granted it, as she opened her mouth slightly allowing him explore some more. His hand wandered downwards to cup her buttocks and she let out a slight moan.
Getting up now, he turned her over and lay her on the back, still not breaking the kiss. Emboldened by this, she tore at his shirt and tossed the ripped fabric aside. Then breaking the kiss, raised her lips to his torso. She traced each scar with her tongue, marvelling at the rough velvety feel. Then her mouth returned to his and her tongue reached out to taste his. This sent a tremor down her core. She could feel the middle of her legs moisten with excitement as her sex throbbed ever so lightly.
She needed him to touch her.
Sensing her urgency as she writhed beneath him, Christoph broke the kiss and ever so slowly and torturously, moved downwards. Her breasts were every bit as good as he'd imagined and even decidedly better. Her hard nipples seemingly reached out to him, attempting to drag his lips toward them, asking for his attention.
Demanding it.
He closed his mouth over one nipple while his hand clamp gently over the other supple mound. Keena's hands reach around and grab his head, increasing his urgency. He flicked his tongue across the nipple and suckled gently, then he proceeded to grab it between his teeth. She gasped and her hand grabbed at the dirt around, seeking some anchorage. Anything to keep her tethered.
He moved to the other nipple, his hot breath feeling good against her skin as he paid much needed attention to the rosy bud.
Needing to taste him again, she grabbed his head and attacked his lips again.
Nibbling gently at first, and then not-so-gently.
Soon, they were swallowing each other essentially.
His hand coursed downwards towards the valley between her legs. He found her more than ready.
"Christoph"
The gasp lent pause to their actions as they both froze. He looked at her and could see his need mirrored in her face.
He kissed her lips once more and moved down towards the valley between her breasts. He slowly moved downwards, paving a path with kisses. Beneath her ribcage. Above her belly button. Then he proceeded even lower. She arched her back now as literal sparks flew across her vision.
He got to Valley between her legs and her secondary lips called out to him, every bit as inviting as the ones above. He planted kisses around, avoiding the focal point. Slowly driving her insane, he blew gently on her sex. She grabbed his head suddenly, unable to withstand the torture any longer and pushed it towards the objective and he got to work.
She wrapped her legs around him, holding on to his hair a nearly pulling them out of their roots.
When she reached her climax, her claws protracted, ripping slightly into his scalp and she wrapped her legs around his neck, squeezing as wave after wave hit her.
"Christoph. Please. Now."
Three words that lent haste to his actions. He got up and peeled himself out of his pants and then positioned himself at her moist entrance. They stared at each other and without breaking their gaze, he slid into her ever so slowly.
The motion sent her over the edge again.
***
The figure in the bushes watched from a safe distance. He knew the wolf would catch his scent if he got too close, so he positioned himself as far as possible and stayed upwind to make doubly sure.
He had watched their exchange from the beginning. Watched the fight, and the transition it took. And now, he watched them, lying down in the grass, finally spent after their third go
These two had just inadvertently assisted his plan. He'd needed a catalyst.
Now he'd gotten one.
***
Keena smiled as Christoph tickled her ear.
"Stop it bloodsucker" she growled
"Oh come on, we're back to racial slurs now? I'm hurt" Christoph said mockingly.
"That was the plan" she replied snuggling up closer.
"Your mouth says one thing, your body says another . . . you’re confusing me lady"
Keena giggled.
Christoph felt familiar stirrings beneath her leg strewn carelessly over his pelvis at the sound.
Amazing.
The mere sound of her laughter was enough to get a reaction out of him. The side of her he was seeing now was amazing, and his reaction to it was even more so.
He'd never felt this way about anyone before, and now, he was scared to think of what it could all mean.
He wondered if the same thoughts were going through her mind. What if they were?
Was that a good thing?
He felt her hand wrap around his now fully alert shaft and lifted his head to see her watching him.
"You insatiable mutt" he whispered as she got up and straddled him.
"Shut up" she growled, lowering herself unto his length.
Chapter Four
The wolves raced against the wind. They needed the occasional exercise and the rush of the wind against their fur set them at ease and scratched an itch within their core that they couldn't otherwise reach.
A little race had developed, and each tried to outrun the other before getting to the finish line. Turk raced in front of the others, his black fur glistening in the moo
nlight. His breathing came out in short bursts as he increased the gap between him and the others. Suddenly, he caught a scent from a patch of bushes off in the distance.
He halted sharply, and turned in the direction, sniffing the air tentatively. The others, catching up to him, slowed to a stop beside him. They'd caught the scent too. They exchanged looks, as each one came to the same realization at almost the same time.
It was one of theirs.
They slowly trotted towards the scent. As they approached, their certainty grew and with it, their rage.
When they reached the bushes, they went in and emerged in a clearing and right in the middle of the clearing, a body lay. The earth around it indicated a serious struggle had ensued, and the murder weapon, a silver vampire blade stuck out of his chest. The runes inscribed across its length shone in the night light.
Slowly, each of them transformed back to human form, forming a semi-circle round their fallen comrade
"Ranael" Turk said, pronouncing the name of the fallen wolf, an acknowledging growl went round the semi-circle.
"Who could have done this?" One of the werewolves asked.
Turk scoffed and directed a scornful gaze upon the wolf
"Do you not recognize a vampire blade when you see it?" he asked rhetorically. "This is an obvious breach of the treaty and must not go unpunished" he growled in continuation.
They stood in silence for a while. Then with a resolute sigh, he said
"Pick him up and let us go. The others must know of this"
Just then a gust of wind blew a new scent to their nostrils and they all shared look, surprised that they had not noticed it earlier.
It was not all they had failed to notice.
Faint bloody footprints led out of the clearing towards the direction the scent came from.
Turk raised his hand to halt two eager wolves who wanted to rush toward it to investigate. They stopped, and waited for his move.
He walked warily towards the scent, baring his claws in preparation for an ambush. As he left the clearing he smelled rather than saw the body at first.
A dead vampire.
He cursed under his breath and called out to the others.
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