The Human Enemy’s Land, Eleven Hundred Years BeforeThaelen woke slowly, his eyelids heavy under the effects of the spell, dragging him out of a deep sleep, his body grudging to wake. Gera slept curled at his side, his body warm under the covers but that he was not snoring was a dead giveaway that the human was awake. Thaelen tensed, alerted by the human’s wakefulness. It was still night, and the dungeons were quieter during the night-time hours, as the guards would leave off torturing their prisoners.A burst of male laughter had him gritting his teeth, however it was distant, and faded away – the night-guards at the entrance of the dungeons playing dice as they passed the time.No, it wasn’t the guards that had Gera sleepless in the night. It was the murmuring of a female voice, repeating the same phrases over and over, her voice barely above a whisper but the words delivered with such fervency that it carried, humming through Thaelen’s bones, standing the hair across the back of hi
The Human Enemy’s Land, Eleven Hundred Years Before“Bath time, vampire,” the guards rattled the bars in warning before beginning to crank the pulley that tightened the chains, allowing Thaelen the dignity to rise to his feet and walk to the wall rather than be pulled there. He went docilely, continuing his efforts to lull the soldiers that guarded the dungeons into a sense of confident complacency.Gera moved with him, dragging the chair with him so that as Thaelen was held prone to the wall, the human man could sit and continue his efforts to teach Thaelen the human’s written language. Thaelen didn’t feel that it was necessary to let either his human blood slave or the guards know that he knew the human’s written language better than Gera did. He had asked Lady Beupraxia for the books and writing supplies under the ploy of alleviating the boredom of the cells, and she had granted his request as a reward for his good behavior.Under the guise of learning the language, Thaelen had com
The Human Enemy’s Land, Eleven Hundred Years BeforeGera’s hands slipped under Thaelen’s shirt as Thaelen fed from him, his fingertips tickling along the waistband of Thaelen’s trousers. The price of Thaelen’s meal was well established. Thaelen would feed, and Gera would get f-ked. Thaelen could only blame himself for the situation that he was caught in – he had never told the human no, and never explained that he simply did not want to have sex with him – but he was also unable to have the conversation without causing animosity between them and with his dependence on the human he could not risk that.Therefore, as he fed and the human groped him, Thaelen closed his eyes tightly and pictured other lovers and promised himself that once he was free, he would never again f-k someone he was not attracted to.The approach of the guards was a welcome reprieve for all the associated danger. The scent of expensive perfume drifting on the air alerted him to the Lady Beupraxia’s presence. He re
Havermouth, Three Weeks EarlierRhett woke when Heath left the bed in order to shower. “Hmmm,” he tried to push his hair from his face and found his left hand still bound to the headboard. “F-k,” he squinted at the knotted rope as he scratched at his chest with his free hand.He rolled to his side and sat up in order to work at the knot. “F-king hell,” he brought his wrist to his mouth and used his teeth to tug the knot loose enough for his fingers to finish the job. As he stood, he felt something stick to the bottom of his foot and bent over to peel the polaroid free. It was a c-ck shot with his face in the background. “Dirty f-ker,” he grinned and set it onto Heath’s pillow before retrieving his clothes and shoes from the floor on his way to the door.He turned his shower on hot to work the ache out of his shoulder due to his weird sleeping position and hissed as he cupped his balls to wash them free of lube-slime. Sometimes Heath played rougher than Rhett liked. As he always told C
Havermouth, Three Weeks BeforeCameron argued with himself whilst he rounded up the stray sheep, whilst he returned to the river house and changed into his running gear, and whilst he drove to town. Heath hadn’t specifically said that they were not to go to her, he told himself. It had been implied, yes, but not said, so he wasn’t breaking any rules. And if Aislen could go to Rhett at work, then Cameron could run past her house - and if she happened to be on the porch again when he did so, then, so be it.He ran past twice, doing a loop of her block. On the third lap, she was leaning on the porch railing with an empty glass on the handrail next to her, looking at the skip bin that had been placed on the gravel. She had filled it almost halfway.When he paused by the gate, she looked up and raised her eyebrows. “Are you going to run by this house every day that I am here?”That was invitation enough, he decided as he let himself in the gate. “I run every day. Sometimes several times a
Havermouth, Three Weeks BeforeTalen’s vampire safe house was more like a vampire village.He had gradually bought up the land surrounding Sigrid’s farmhouse and property, and the houses on the properties that he’d bought had been renovated into accommodation for the variety of vampires that had come to live there. He had built on the hill a modern mansion, initially intending for Sigrid to live there, but she had preferred to remain at her farmhouse and so now the architect designed and thoroughly modern building with all the modern conveniences and an elaborate security system was mainly used by visiting dignitaries from the Concordia, or for when Talen came to stay.As well as Sigrid and her feral vampire children in the farmhouse and surrounding buildings, there was Tony and his mate who managed the day-to-day of Zeus Forest Works, Mattia and Fatima the vampire couple that Talen employed to oversee the safehouse and the needs of all who lived there, and three ancient Concordia vam
Havermouth, Three Weeks BeforeAs Talen entered the main street of Havermouth, his phone began to ring. It diverted through his car, the name appearing on the screen before him: August Mason, Les Guerriers Sanctifies.“Hmm,” he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, debating whether or not to answer. Of the two pack leaders of the Les Guerriers Sanctifies, he found August the least likeable. Abigail had been tightly wound, sharp eyed and careful with her words, but August had a slipperiness to him, a veneer of jovial kindness belied by the hard sharpness of his eyes.He could not blame either pack leader for carefully guarding their true natures, Talen reminded himself. Being a pack leader was very much a political office. Upon the retirement, death or removal from office of a prior pack leading pair, the pack voted in who they wished to lead them. Much like a human election, that pair came to power through popularity, due to their connections, and as a result of making campaign pr
Havermouth, Present TimeTalen removed his jeans and lay himself over the too-small mattress, watching his mate through hooded eyes, enjoying the way she stood and admired him, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. He raised his eyebrows as Morgana’s eyes met his.“I’m worried about my heels near your face,” she admitted. “You can’t hurt me,” he chuckled as he invited her to him, amused by her concern for him. With his help, she placed a knee just above his shoulder, swinging her leg over his head, giving him an intimate view of the beauty of her sex. “Hmm,” he wanted to taste her on his tongue again and stroked his hands from her ankles up to her hips, pulling her to him so that he could suckle upon her. “Oh, god,” she sobbed before leaning forward and reciprocating. He grunted in pleasure as she demonstrated not only a skill but an enthusiasm for f-king him with her mouth, using lips, tongue, teeth and suction to bring him pleasure.He caught the pearl of her clit between his t