The Triple Goddess

by Stephanie Hudson

  “I don’t know…a bird or something.” I answered lamely.

  “Trust me Keira, if a bird saw me coming, then it would undoubtedly get out of my way.” I didn’t have a hard time picturing that, as I could just imagine seeing something as large as Draven flying its way, might cause a few little heart attacks to happen.

  “You don’t seem as fearful flying with me like this, is the reason a good one?” He asked playfully and I felt better hearing it.

  “Well, for someone that flips his lid whenever I am in a dangerous situation, then I gathered you would be the last person to ever let me fall.” At hearing this, the playful sound of Draven didn’t last so long.

  “Flips his lid?! Keira if my heart wasn’t a strong one then it would have burst long ago at seeing how many times you put yourself in danger. If it wasn’t considered cruel and piss you off, then I would have had you a cotton wool dress made to wear and locked you away in my tower!”

  “You’re not serious!” I said feeling like this might be a crossing fingers moment.

  “No… I would have kept you naked in my tower.” He said sounding even more serious.

  “You do not have a tower.” I decided and once again this made him laugh.

  “If you like to think so Keira, but if you keep behaving as reckless as you do, you will be seeing it sooner than you may think!” I heard the threat in this, no matter how light-hearted it was meant, as it was obvious just how long Draven had been trying to do just that. The threat of a tower was not something new and it was a warning I received whenever he thought something might take me from him. On some scale you had to love how protective and dominating Draven was and these thoughts had me wishing we would just get there already!

  I knew we were flying over the mountains of the national park but with only the moon’s faint glow and Draven’s powerful essence as our only light source, it was hard to see anything but the shadows of Draven’s colossal wing span moving to catch and manipulate the nights air. His wings fascinated me, being an extension of his personality and moving in different ways depending on his mood. The most profound was when he made love to me in this form and seeing how it affected his wings, the way they would tense up, out and backwards. The point they would ruffle after his release before they relaxed close to his body and the way they vibrated under my fingertips when I was brave enough to touch them. This was something I was really hoping to see tonight.

  We came in to land and my nerves plummeted with our descent. Draven held me tighter as I couldn’t help my fingertips bite into his suit jacket and on instinct I shut my eyes to hide my fear. I felt us come down as Draven’s body straightened up and he took a couple of steps to walk into his steady landing.

  “Keira.” He said my name as a caress and at that moment I would have loved to have known his thoughts on the flight here. I opened my eyes but saw it was so dark that at the moment it was just a black cave buried deep within the cliff side.

  “Ah, we have company.” He said and I tensed up, wondering up here, who on earth could it be.

  “Calm my pet.” He said soothingly and up until he filled the cave with a warming fire light, that magically ignited one by one until all along the rough walls were aglow, I thought he was talking to me.

  “AVA!” I shouted and Draven let me go so that I could see her. Draven’s pet bird was slightly larger than a golden eagle but had the same look, although its feathers were raven black and very much like her master’s primary flight ones.

  She was nestled into a round bed of twigs and until she saw me she looked quite comfy. But then she got up, ruffled herself and with an elegant stretch, she swooped low and flew behind me. I turned to see her situated on Draven’s arm and the smile it brought to his handsome face was infectious.

  “Hello my Avis, hush now…calm my pet, she is coming.” He said motioning for me to come to him and I did without question, unlike the first time I met her. I looked up at her beautiful face and I lifted my hand up to where she was at her happiest, perched on Draven’s arm. When I got close enough, she nudged at my hand with the curve of her beak. So I did as I was requested and stroked down her head to the back of her body. She made a weird pleased sound and Draven laughed when she did as she usually did and that was, show off.

  “You know what she wants.” I said and he looked down at me with amused bright eyes that reflected the orange flames coming from the twisted wrought iron bolted into the rock.

  “I know what she wants but has she deserved it hiding here being a miserable and inconsolable old woman?” He said teasingly making her squawk in his face. He gripped hold of her beak, closing it and giving it an affectionate little shake.

  “Well, have you not?” He asked and Ava responded by giving him another little squawk, only this time following it up with a cute little butt on his hand.

  “Fine then, you win as usual but I want you to know you are spoilt.” He said pretending to be displeased, only boy did she know it as she stretched out her wings and ruffled closer to him making him laugh.

  “Alright….alright! Hell’s fool is what I am for giving into you every time, here you go my friend…ready yourself now, for it will go far tonight.” He warned and then walked over to the edge to lower her down before turning to reach, for I gathered was a secret stash of her favourite bird’s feet. He pulled back his arm and pretended to throw it and when she was about to go, he tutted.

  “No cheating now…alright NOW GO GET IT GIRL!” He shouted and threw it out into the night. I did an excited little noise at seeing her take off at such a speed.

  “She is so beautiful.” I said looking out for her as long as I could see.

  “That she is, but not as breathtaking to watch as another pet of mine.” He said only half in jest.

  “I wouldn’t let her hear you say that, not with those claws.” I joked back. He came to stand before me and I had to look right back as always to see his face. I felt his fingertip travel against my cheek, neck and come to a stop at one of the thicker black roses covering my breast from sight. He circled around it, tracing its petals softly, making me bite my lip to keep in the moan I felt coming.

  “She knows there is only one bird of paradise in my life…everyone does, don’t they my little humming bird?” He stated then nodded slowly himself, making me copy his motions with my compliance.

  “Good, then let us see if we cannot make you hum for me.” He said in something very close to his demonic voice and I shuddered at the sheer dominance and control being emitted into the air. He grabbed me roughly to him and I felt my body being hauled against his hard chest willingly.

  “You are painfully beautiful, Keira.” He whispered and I bravely spoke.

  “Are you in pain now?” He kissed my neck before answering and then held me captive with his teeth before soothing the slight sting that shot desire straight to my erotic senses.

  “Yes, I am indeed and with only one way to ease my suffering I fear it might be taxing on your energy supply…but you will try, won’t you Keira?” He whispered and I found my head roll back into the hand he had at the ready. He curled his fingers possessively around my neck when I asked on a breath,

  “Try…to?”

  “Take it!” He said before gripping my hair and pulling my head back further to take my lips in a conquering kiss. He tasted every last bit of me and more. He pulled away long enough to utter different words of confirmation as to what was happening, what would be happening…his certainty was a warning of such and one I would never heed!

  “I am going to consume you Keira…” He kissed me again, and again he pulled back,

  “I am going to keep you here breathless under me until I have to help you breathe again…” Another kiss and another promise,

  “I am going to hold you down and make you live and shudder through the intensity I will inflict on you, on what I force upon you…” This time a longer kiss and then his last words were being spoken in a ferocious inevitability of things to come… words spoken j
ust over my lips before sealing his last promise with the last kiss,

  “And only then am I going to bury myself inside of you and speak to your very soul, finding my Heaven on earth deep within the home of this body I own and then Keira…” I waited with laboured breaths, knowing that I would soon find my next release with his words alone. I opened eyes bliss had forced close and found him with elongated fangs and purple flamed eyes with a deadly grin I actually found fear in seeing, a fear that mixed heavily with killer sexual need!

  “I will do it all over again!” He roared and then with a quick a twist of his wrist, he yanked my head to the side and bit into my neck making me scream out at one of the most powerful orgasm I had ever know could come from without being sexually touched.

  I felt his pull on my blood that mirrored every pull of tremors that kept my orgasm alive for the longest time. Every suck rippled through me as I shook in his arms.

  “Draven! Oh, ohhhh…Draven please!” I called out his name when I couldn’t hold onto the intensity of it any longer and when I felt his lips spread into a grin, he released me and licked my escaping blood from my neck in one long and lazy stroke. He held me close and smoothed back the shorts bits of hair that had come loose.

  “Ssshh, just breathe sweetheart, I have you now.” He said softly as he must have been able to hear my pounding heart. Then I felt his fingertip at the puncture marks he left and soon a tingling crept up on my skin around the area and I knew he had just been sealing his bite shut.

  “You should have left it open for the world to know I am yours.” I said my thoughts out loud without thinking and I quickly found Draven holding me back at length looking so utterly shocked.

  “You just told me your thoughts?” He asked thick with disbelief.

  “I…I guess I did.” I said shyly, which seemed silly considering what he’d just done to me.

  “Did you mean it?” He asked on a held breath and the vulnerability I saw in his eyes was as beautiful as it was astounding.

  “I did.” I answered simply and his astonishment turned into a level of happiness that made my heart stutter. He then crushed me to his body and held my head to his chest with his hand cradling my neck.

  “You make me very happy to hear that Keira and although I would never mark this flawlessly tasting cream that is your skin, for all the world to see, it sends a current of harmony down my spine to hear you say that you would mark it yourself for me. Turn around.” The declaration was said in a hum of soft tone and was the complete contrast to the lustful direction he added at the end.

  I did as I was clearly instructed and soon the build-up in my core started to climb once again and was readying itself for the next round. As I presented Draven with my back he actually took a step from me and before I could protest his hands came to rest on my shoulders. He drummed his fingers along my collar bone for a moment and it was like he was deliberating what to do with my body first. It was building the tension inside me like a metal coil, getting smaller and smaller, tighter and tighter until finally I couldn’t cope.

  “Draven?” I questioned with just his name but he just tightened his fingertips and leaned in without taking a step closer.

  “Patience is required when taking such pleasure from such a temptress Keira…” He kissed me softly below the ear and then whispered the rest,

  “And I plan on draining you dry and drinking in my fill!” The bite in his words brought forth the long moan that no amount of lip biting would keep at bay.

  He must have decided what to do to me first as both his hands left my shoulders and quickly he started to take down my hair with deft fingers. Soon the only sound to circulate the cave was that of the crackling of flames in their holders and the sound of pins dropping from steady fingers as my curls cascaded down into the large hands that caught them. Then he gathered them all up and cupped them to his face to inhale the scent of me.

  “Les portes d'or à ciel n'ont jamais senti aussi bon” (Means, ‘The golden gates to heaven have never smelled so sweet’ In French) He spoke clear and proud before dropping the curls and sweeping them away to one side over my shoulder. Then I felt his fingers trace my spine down from my neck until he came to the fastening of the skirt of the massive layered dress. I felt him pull the zipper down at an excruciatingly slow rate and if I had been facing him, I just knew I would find him grinning at making me wait. Then his next words made my jelly bones solidify as my whole body tensed causing him to chuckle.

  “Excuse me?” I asked just in case I hadn’t heard him right.

  “You heard me correctly my beauty…Now strip!” He said it again and my heart rate nearly took off and left me. I felt him step away from me and I turned to see him walk further into the room.

  It was the first time that I finally had the mental capability to take in the rest of my surroundings. The rock cave was like a secret lair for a giant bird and one look at Draven’s purple stare of dangerous demand for my body, it was obviously a bird of prey. The rest of the large space consisted of very little but what there was, screamed out the reason I was brought here. The huge bed was the focal point in the room and dominated its centre. It was round just like Ava’s nest and was covered in black sheets. It was so very low to the ground but rested upon numerous scattered black rugs that looked like some type of fur.

  I watched as he lowered himself casually on a crudely carved boulder that was cut into a shape of a low backed chair, one that allowed room for his wings to stretch out at the back of him. He undid the single button to his tux jacket as he sat and then I caught my breath as he unravelled his bow tie and undid few shirt buttons, revealing a tanned corded neck straining with the iron will of his control.

  “I am waiting, Keira.” He said bringing me from my near drooling state and back to his sharp command. He was sat with his legs apart, one hand positioned on his leg, leaning slightly forward with other forearm resting on his thigh and my gaze noted the fisting and flexing of his free hand at the end. This was Draven’s control and… it was slipping.

  I took a deep breath and walked over to stand before him, only stopping when he motioned me to, about two metres away.

  “Take it off!” He ground out between clenched teeth. I would have been smiling at the power I had over his senses if the look on his face told me I daren’t. I reached down and gathered up as much of the material as I could and pulled it up and over, taking the clingy top with it. I felt my hair cascade down my back and with the effort combined with the blatant lust coming like steam from Draven, I was breathing heavy.

  “Lose it!” He snapped and I threw the dress to the rough ground like it was no more than a rag and Draven’s eyes grew hotter in approval. It made me stand a little prouder and with a deliberate cock to my hip and a not so innocent suck on my bottom lip, my single audience growled.

  This time it was as if he couldn’t find the strength to speak so instead he held up his fisted hand, keeping his elbow resting on his leg and held up a single finger. I watched his command in the form of a circular motion indicating I should turn round for him and with a quick breath and close of my eyes, I did as he wished.

  I turned round on my heels and felt the floaty material of the underskirt lap at my smooth legs like cool water on a warm day in August. Hell, under his eyes my skin was scorching hot and even the winter night next to us couldn’t ease the burning Draven put there. As soon I came back round to face him, the same commanding finger twitched for me to come closer. As it stood I mustn’t have been close enough because on a quick growl he snatched out and took me by the waist, yanking me hard into position.

  Once there his hand spanned out against my waist and he ran his palms up my sides with a slow intake of breath. My neck felt like it would no longer hold my head up as it started to fall backwards on a roll.

  “Look at me Keira!” He said, his voice broken with his Demon seeping through the cracks. My head whipped up and my eyes widened at the intensity I saw. I had never seen Draven so controlled yet so in
pain by the very fact.

  “I want to look into your eyes as I finally get to unwrap my gift from the Gods.” He said before raising himself up and soon I was being overwhelmed by one suited Demon blooded male that was tensed to a fine tuned cord. I then quickly found myself looking to the caves ceiling as I heard the sound of rock and metal moving against each other. I could see something in the shadows coming closer as though on an invisible track and then I saw it as it stopped over me. I looked straight up and audibly gulped.

  “Draven?” I whispered but his only answer came like a possessed animal. He caught my neck in his hold to still my obvious trembling with his teeth and once it had forced me to stop, he spoke against the bitten skin.

  “Don’t question me on this Keira!” It wasn’t a tone I was stupid enough to argue with, even when his next order was spoken.

  “Raise your arms for me.” I took a brave breath and raised them up until they could go no further.

  “Good. Now hold on to the chain and don’t let go until I tell you to.” I nodded, let him place my grip around the cold metal links and then lowered my head. I felt his fingertip tap my chin once,

  “Eyes on me sweetheart.” I remembered my place, lifted my head up and his endearment touched me as if his own fingers had stroked down the length of me. Then his hands stopped their repeated motions at my sides and he came to the tied bow of the ribbon encased corset I had been wrapped in.

  “What a gift!” He whispered to himself and then, with a little tug at the ends, he unravelled the bow and started to rid my body of thick ivory satin ribbon. He continued to work in a crisscrossed pattern and with my arms suspended above me by my own free will, it made it easier for him to gain access to all areas of my body. Soon there was a little mountain of satin on the floor by my feet and the plain boned corset was on display. He ran his hands over every last bit of it and soon the chains ratted as I trembled with the strain of desire pulling at me for another release.

  “I think I have put you through enough for my entertainment for now.” He said running his hands up my arms and uncurling my fingers from the chain. He pulled them gently down and rubbed them softly until the tingling faded.