"He's a tired little warrior, isn't he?” Gaing whispered.
"Poor baby,” Saifir said with a sigh. “We've worn him out."
"So now we take care of our gallant lover,” Ómra stated.
Epilogue
The sun was setting as Kai McDonough sat beside the sweeping mullioned windows that overlooked the pristine meadows upon which snow was gently falling. For miles the ground was covered with a deep blanket of the fluffy crystals and the trees were coated in mantles of white. Everything was completely quiet in his home except for the clicking as his fingers flew over the infrared keyboard linked to his computer.
He was beginning a tale and so eager to put word to screen he could hardly contain himself. It was a chore simply to sit still. The title of the piece was yet to be decided but the series would be an extension of his beloved Demon Sired saga and, unknown to him at that moment, would one day win him glowing reviews, long-sought awards, and a hefty seven figure advance for the motion picture rights.
Images and words, thoughts and introspection appeared letter by letter on the screen as he created. He barely glanced at the keyboard as he typed. There was no need. He knew every key by touch. His mind was moving faster than his fingers could type and there would be many typos and mistakes he would need to correct but the ideas, the creation would be there.
"Stately and tall with midnight hair that fell in shimmering waves to her shapely ankles, her body was as pale as freshly drawn milk, like fine porcelain cast without imperfections, revealing nothing that might detract for the elegance of her being. Like warm honey her scent came to me on a cloud of intoxicating vapors that wrapped me up within it and held me tight, unable to break free. Her beauty drew me like a magnet, but it was her alien eyes the color of deep rose quartz with crimson pupils that held me spellbound..."
Memories of the lush bodies into which he'd thrust himself rose up to give him the details of the character he was fashioning. Drawing from Rúibín's alien eyes and Gaing's ebony tresses but giving that silken hair the length of Saifír's, he began creating a composite female that could be any man's wet dream. He gave her the exquisite beauty of Aimitis and the sultry allure of Ómra, combining the best of each to style the perfect woman.
"Where she touched me, my flesh tingled and my cock hardened to steel. I burned for wanting her. I ached to possess her. I trembled at the need that flashed through me like molten lava..."
His hands paused on the keyboard and he turned his eyes to the snowy landscape beyond the window. The light was fading rapidly and the falling snow was almost mesmerizing, drawing him, calling to him to come outside and let it flutter to his tongue, to coat his hair and eyelashes, to caress his fevered body. It took an effort to pull himself away from the thrall of the crystals, the taunting jewels, and return his attention to the book.
"Her lips were like ripe cherries and when she smiled, the reveal of her needle sharp fangs took away my breath and I stepped back, putting distance between us, but with the caress of her cool hand on my cheek, I stilled, unable to move.
"She moved closer, her warm breath on my neck sending shivers up and down my spine. Her tongue flicked against the steady beat of my carotid artery and I trembled..."
Once more his eyes drifted to the window and his fingers stilled on the keyboard. The sky was a deep gray, almost black, and he could no longer see the falling snow. He didn't need to. He knew it was there, waiting for him. He cocked his head to one side, for the wind now was soughing outside the pane, skirling along the eaves and it was a low, mournful sound that made him ache, made his cock leap.
They were coming. He could feel them. He could sense them and he sat back in his chair, his hands falling to his lap. He closed his eyes and listened to the wind.
He felt her warm breath against his neck...
The End
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