The Two Kings (Afterlife Saga)

by Hudson, Stephanie

  “Quite the opposite actually.” I said before going on tiptoes to kiss him on his nose and I laughed when he wrinkled it up. I turned on my heels and fished around for my keys out of my jeans pocket.

  “I gather I don't have to invite you in like I would have to a Vampire?” I said giggling but he just frowned and said,

  “You watch too many movies Keira.”

  “Buffy actually.” I said as I threw my keys into the bowl by the door and wiggled out of my jacket but Draven had already grabbed the shoulders and was pealing it off me. I had never had a guy take my coat off for me. It was nice that he was a bit of an old fashioned gentleman. I just didn't know how old.

  “Buffy?” He asked revealing he really wasn't a TV watching kind of guy.

  “Yeah you know Buffy the Vampire slayer, she kicks arse! Do you even watch Telly?” He laughed at my question and I loved the sound of it in this large old house.

  “I don't really get the time but I am intrigued at how a human would destroy a Vampire, especially a woman.” I was in the kitchen when he said this and I was only glad that I wasn't handling a sharp implement.

  “What? Don't tell me Vampires are real?” No way, he must be teasing me! No frigin way!

  “They are very real but not in the way the media portrays them. They are Demons that have been created by infected blood, which genetically changes their demon attributes. But they have many weaknesses and are fairly easy to kill.” He said all this as though he had been giving a lecture on Demon kill zones!

  “Oh ok…. that's a little hard to take.” I was leaning over the sink when I felt Draven behind me.

  “I'm sorry but you did ask. Maybe next time I should try and.... sugar coat it.”

  “I guess I shouldn't be surprised at anything any more. Would you like a drink?” I asked trying not to forget my manners, even though the word Vampire still hung in the air like a cartoon bubble over my head. My mum would be proud.

  “I am fine, thank you my sweet” He said this in my ear, which sent sparks up and down my spine. I was ready to strip naked and throw myself at him! Instead I filled the kettle and clicked it on. I got down a big mug that had my home team Liverpool FC on it and popped in a teabag.

  “Did Frank inherit this house?” Draven asked and I was surprised with the question. Where did that come from?

  “Umm yeah he did.”

  “From his uncle?” Ok how did he know that? I nodded and he could clearly see the confusion on my face.

  “I have been coming here for a long time Keira and I know the name of every individual that lives here, why are you surprised?” He had got the carton of milk out for me before I had time to turn.

  “Thanks.” I finished making my tea without answering him. For one, I didn't know why I had been shocked, it's not like I was ever normal myself and now I had a supernatural boyfriend. I smiled when I said the word in my mind and Draven as usual didn't miss it.

  “Seeing you smile just makes it even harder not to kiss you.” He said taking my hot mug away and lifting me by the waist with one arm wrapped around me, pulling me up to reach his face.

  “I take it you like kissing me?” I asked being brave when he had placed me back down and handing me back my tea.

  “Kissing you is like making love without getting naked.” He said as if he meant every word.

  “You’re teasing me! I know I am not that good.” I had been told once that I wasn't a great kisser because I never relaxed.

  “Why would you ever think that?” He didn't look happy at my spoken thoughts. I walked in the living room and he followed but when I sat down on the arm chair he shook his head and nodded at the space next to him. It wasn't that I didn't want to be next to him but I didn't want him thinking that I was always so clingy but it seems, he doesn't think like I do.

  “I got told once that I don't relax enough to be a good kisser.” I said shamefully and just shrugged my shoulders as if it was no big deal.

  “The boy was a fool! It was a boy wasn't it?” He asked in earnest and I nearly choked on my tea!

  “YES of course it was!” I said laughing out loud.

  “I was just checking, you might be inclined towards both sexes.”

  “Do you like that sort of thing?” I lowered my eyes to stare at my tea while I went the colour of tomato soup.

  “With you NO, I do not share!” He said watching me carefully before continuing.

  “Kissing you makes it hard to stop, like taking a drug, I get lost in your taste and once I have had that taste, I become addicted. It is like I can feel every fibre in your body speaking to me and the only way to communicate back is by using my lips on yours and my tongue to feel you.” Well I certainly hadn’t had my kissing described like that before, that was pure Shakespeare!

  “Thank you.” I said shyly but he tilted his head to one side and made me look at him.

  “You do not need to thank me for explaining the truth about how I feel. Sex with you is very much the same feeling only I use something else to communicate, other than my tongue” He said in a bold, naughty way and it was soon apparent that he was getting aroused by the topic. His hands started to find my skin and I had to concentrate on how to breathe. I hated the fact that I was going to have to stop it because there was conversation that we needed to have. I pulled his hands back from around me and pushed him away, which made him growl and me jump.

  “Now stop that!” I said pulling my light brown eyebrows together in a frown.

  “Then give in to me” He said in a hoarse voice that sounded desperate for his drug.

  “First, we kind of need to talk about something.”

  “Another worry?” He asked, turning back into his smooth velvet voice so as not to offend me.

  “This is an important one and one we should have had sooner.” I was going red just thinking about trying to form the words. Words I wish I didn't have to say!

  “I should have mentioned this earlier but we have made love five times now.”

  “Soon to be six!” He remarked, making me blush.

  “Ok, here it is....I'm not on the pill!” I blurted out but his reaction was the complete opposite to the one I had imagined. He was laughing at me!

  “I gather this new worry is due to the “Baby safe” comment your mother made to you earlier.” He couldn't keep his face straight, so I guessed that it wasn't something he was worried about.

  “So I take it this is something we don't need to do anything about?” Did that make sense?

  “You mean contraception?” Again with the roaring laughter.

  “I'm so glad you find this funny,” I said sarcastically turning away from him.

  “I don't mean to but you have to see it from my side, I have never needed to have this conversation before. It's a real human moment for me.” Well when he put it like that, I could kind of see his point....kind of.

  “So Angels and Demons don't....reproduce?”

  “We can but we are different to humans. We can control it.” As soon as he said this, my heart sank. Did he not have orgasms? I had been pretty sure that I could feel umm… stuff down below afterwards.

  “How is that possible? I don't understand, how can you enjoy it if you don't.....um...” Again he wasn't making this easy for me, when he kept looking at me like I was a child asking about the “birds and bees” or “Where do babies come from?”

  “I will explain.” He playfully gripped my chin before continuing.

  “When two of our kind has sex, it is not as intense as it is with a human, as I have recently learned first hand. We can control every aspect of our bodies including whether or not the sperm is....active.” He was looking at me, waiting for me to ask questions about something I didn’t understand but so far, in a weird way, I understood.

  “So you mean dead or firing blanks?” I couldn't help but giggle as I noticed his male pride get a hammering so he corrected me, quickly.

  “I mean, more like working to its full capacity.”

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bsp; “So how come being with a human is better?” I always thought he was just saying this part to make me feel better and less inadequate.

  “The best way to explain is if you could imagine two powerful magnets that want to fight each other rather than mesh. Now a magnet and a piece of metal, they are instantly attracted and drawn together.”

  “Ok... so I'm the metal in this picture...right?”

  “I am not explaining this very well am I? Being with another of my kind is not as fulfilling sexually because our powers are both strong but when I am with you, imagine the intensity multiplied by thousands. Our senses are hypersensitive, so when it comes to you, every touch, every smell and every taste feels....incredible.” He leaned over my head and took in my scent while his eyes were closed. I felt like a giant glass of red wine....red because of my blushing skin. Or I guess I could have been white also as I am unusually pale.

  “So back to the baby part, doesn't that affect your....you know?” I was waving my hand around like the queen of England waves from an open top car.

  “Orgasm, No it doesn't affect the feeling you give me but I have heard that when we do finally allow ourselves an active release then it is even more intense. But I’m not an expert on these matters....First human remember?” He said this last part as he playfully poked me in the ribs making me close to snorting.

  “But if that is something you wanted to do I could always go on the pill or we could use a Sergeant's jacket but I think extra large would be in order!” I said this before I could think about what I was saying and I bit down on my lip but it was too late, it was already out. He was close to tears with laughter and I was just close to tears.

  “That is shocking Miss Williams! Just when I thought I knew you well enough to judge what you would say next, you say something like that! You are so unpredictable and I love it. But may I ask, is this term for a condom a Northern thing or a Keira thing?” I couldn't speak and I was close to taking the skin of my lips.

  “I will take the fact that you are trying to destroy those perfect lips of yours, as it was a Keira thing. I am pleased.” He said in triumph but I had no idea why. I wasn't the only one that was unpredictable. He put his thumb to my lips to prevent me from biting them further, then he bent his head to kiss them, only when he got there he bit them gently himself. It sent me close to crazy, it felt so good.

  “Umm... I can now see why you do that, it is satisfying.” This made me smile and find my voice again.

  “So back to the whole protection thing.”

  “I am afraid it wouldn't work like it does with human men. I am not being arrogant when I say they would be quite unstoppable. But enough of this talk, I am hungry!” He was above me before I even had time to blink. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me to him off the couch. He stared down at me and my neck arched right back to meet those hungry eyes.

  “My Sergeant orders his Private upstairs for drill training!” My eyes widened in excitement and my breathing became difficult to control. His large palms felt their way down my sides and found my waist, there he gripped me tightly before lifting me up and over his shoulder like he had done earlier. It was as if I weighed nothing at all and he sprinted up the stairs before I could count two steps, ending in my bedroom.

  He slid me down, holding one hand behind my neck to lay me down gently. I swallowed the bloody great lump in my throat when I saw his purple eyes. I heard his shoes hit the floor before he joined me on the bed but he just eyed me like a beast would do to its next meal. I felt the burning love down below and the fear in my chest. He was like a man possessed...no, not a man....A Demon!

  He started stripping the clothes off me like he was trying very hard to resist the urge not to rip them apart. I was a bit relieved when he didn't as I was quickly running out of clothes. I sat up and pulled his vest from his Greek God like torso and I noticed the denim aching with the bulge that grew within it. He noticed my wide eyes at the sight and he gave me one of his trademark bad boy grins. This was quite a surreal moment for me, giving all the times I thought I had been dreaming about Draven visiting me in my room. Of course all those times had been real and of course all those times I wanted him to be doing this to me now.

  We were soon both naked and he seemed to be studying me in depth. The whole time I tried everything in my power to get the ball rolling as the embarrassment was getting too much for me to handle but he wanted his way with me. This was my torture.

  “You make me nervous when you do that.”

  “Good, I love to watch you blush.” His hands gripped tightly onto my hips and he pulled me down the bed to him. His fingers moved down my thighs and stopped when they reached under my knees. He held them in a strong vice, separating my legs and pulling them up around him so that he could easily enter me. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the feeling but screamed out anyway as I usually did.

  Would I ever get used to the immense pleasure it caused? As both our actions became more rapid the bed didn't agree with our activity and squeaked and creaked like a cow on an old rocking horse. Draven cursed in a few different languages and I couldn't help but find it a bit funny. I had never laughed during sex before but it must have caused a reaction down below because he gave me a look of surprise. Now I knew it was obviously a first for him also as I can’t imagine anyone in their right mind laughing with Draven inside them….anyone but me that is!

  “Are you laughing at me young lady?” He said showing me his teeth when he grinned.

  “No Sir.” I said giving him a cheeky smile which made his eyes soft like black velvet.

  He pulled out of me, making me let out a moan in disappointment but he just mouthed the words “trust me.” Then he got up and grabbed the end of my mattress with both hands. I was about to get up to make it easier but before I could open my mouth he flung the mattress on the floor next to my window seat, with me still lay upon it. I let out a gasp but this just seemed to excite him as the next thing I knew he was on top of me again and inside me. Here we continued with no further interruptions. And my bed was happy again.

  This time making love was more experimental as Draven kept changing positions but this resulted in mind blowing release after release and I was almost at the point of screaming out how I couldn't take much more but before I could utter a word of protest, he changed something within me so that I could take it. It was like giving me a clean slate and then he moved my body so that I had my back to him. We had never done it this way before and with the added bonus of the window seat it was a very comfortable position. I lent across it and his hands explored my back and ran up to my hair, grabbing handfuls of blonde waves before entering me again. I arched my back against him and he moaned in response.

  I loved the sound, so I did it over and over again, making it grow more rough and intense each time. This turned me on at an unbelievable level so I matched his noises with my own, until we both found euphoria at the same time. He let out the loudest moan that quickly turned into a roar to drown out my scream. It was heavenly!

  He pulled my body backwards off the seat and I collapsed in his arms. We both remained entwined in each others arms like that for a while and he stroked my wet hair from my forehead that had been soaked in sweat from at the sexual exercise. Well one thing was for sure, I wouldn't be putting on any weight any time soon. My skin was steaming and Draven felt it too because he lifted my hair off my back and started to blow cool air over my shoulders. It felt amazing, like jumping into a cold swimming pool after sunbathing all day. He even made his skin cold to quicken the process.

  “After that I think you deserve an upgrade.” I looked up at him but I couldn't get a good view of his face, so I propped up to lean on his shoulder. He was grinning to himself.

  “Oh really, so what will it be next?”

  “Um.... I'm thinking.... Commander!” I said and kissed him quickly on the cheek before getting up but I didn't make it very far as he grabbed my hand and pulled me down.

  “Where are you going?”
He asked looking less than happy about me leaving him but I giggled.

  “Time for human girly things” I said before getting up for the second time. I grabbed a purple fleece throw from my bed and wrapped it around me. He groaned disapprovingly about me covering up but I felt funny walking around naked.

  “You make me want you all over again with that colour on your skin.” He let out a sigh and I figured I'd mistaken the groan. I smiled down at him before going to the bathroom. When I got there I turned on the tap as I didn't want Draven hearing me pee. That was the beauty about being at Draven’s home, his bathroom was bigger than my bedroom so even with supernatural powers I doubted he could hear. Well I hoped not, maybe I was underestimating his abilities.

  I finished my human action and looked in the mirror to find I was no longer my pale self. I was glowing a very healthy colour. I brushed my hair with the spare brush I kept in one of the drawers and tied it up into a knot. I was going to have to take a shower as my hair was a train wreck but my skin smelt of Draven, which was by far the nicest smell in the world. If I could somehow bottle it, I would make millions. I could call it something corny like Dark Rouge or Demon Beast. I giggled to myself and realised I had been doing a lot of laughing these days thanks to Draven. In fact I couldn’t remember a time when I had ever been this happy!

  I walked back into the room to find the bed back to normal. Bless his gorgeous butt, he had made the bed. This shocked me as I didn't think a man like Draven would have ever needed to do this before. I wondered if this was the first time, like a bed making virgin. However he wasn't anywhere near the bed, he was dressed and stood on the other side of the room next to my desk. There he was studying my art work and I felt my skin steam again. I wasn't the best with showing people my work. I wasn't very good and did it more for the pleasure it brought me than for the talent, or lack of in my case.

  He had in his hands the first painting that had done since I was kidnapped by Morgan years ago. It was of the view next to the house of the surrounding mountains and lush waves of green forest that was in the masses. He was staring at it so intently that I don't think he noticed I was back in the room. Of course I was wrong.