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Jane’s POV - Friday, December 25th, 2009 (Night 149)
I trudged out into the snow. I felt tired and horny. Hungry and angry. I clenched down on the bonds. I didn’t want to know what they thought of my art. I figured Godric would compliment it with his usual cool aloofness and Eric would try to compensate for Godric’s lack of response and go too far the other direction.
I hated doing this. I didn’t even think it was working! Godric just thought I was being a brat, he didn’t get that I was resisting the soothing pleasure of the bonds to prove to him that I could. That it wasn’t just the call of the blood that made me want him, it was me. I had made it to the top of the empty ridge. I sighed as I scanned the woods, breathing out my frustrations and in the cold winter air.
It was lovely here.
Maybe it was the fact that I hadn’t been outside in days, or maybe it was because I missed Godric. I didn’t really analyze what I was doing. I just did it. I wanted to feel the snow on my skin; I wanted to feel the earth beneath my palms. When I had stripped off my clothes and was lying nude in the snow, I remembered what Dah had said about how I needed nature.
Maybe that was why I was lying naked, alone in the woods. My body was naturally cool, but the ice of the snow against my skin was still shocking and exhilarating. I felt daring and risky. I felt brave and just a little bit... naughty.
I giggled aloud to myself, making sure the bonds were still shut tight. Impulsively, I decided to touch myself, hoping that I could keep my end of the bond closed enough that they wouldn’t know. And if they did... Oh well. I felt a bit depraved, fingering myself in the snow, imagining it was Godric’s cool tongue pressed against me instead of my own frozen fingers. I had worked myself right to the edge and I was aching for Eric’s fangs against my throat, just a sharp little bite… I remembered that I had the silver knife in my pocket and I snagged it and flicked it open and pressed it gently, just barely, against my neck.
The feeling it filled me with wasn’t arousal, in fact, I had forgotten entirely why it was that I had even pressed the knife to my neck. As soon as it touched my skin, the truth was ready to pour from my lips.
Everything that I had ever thought that I had hidden was about to spill forth.
I removed the knife quickly.
I felt fine, normal.
I put it back against my throat. I felt as I did before, as if I had taken a truth serum, and I had to bite my lips to prevent myself from shouting out my secrets.
When I pulled the knife away I examined the weird old runes on the side. Godric had said it was magic.
Oh my god! I could use it to prove to him that it wasn’t just the blood. That it was me, that I chose him!
Pulling myself up from the snow I threw my clothes on and went back to the house. It took longer than it should have, but I was tired from not feeding well, and I had gotten the bleeds staying up to try to finish their drawings before tonight.
When I burst in I saw that Eric and Godric had unwrapped their presents, but I was too excited about my discovery with the knife! I finally had proof! I flipped the little silver knife out and pressed it to my throat.
“Jane, what... what are you doing?” Godric was looking even more statue-like than usual.
“I’m proving it to you.”
I hadn’t meant to slice so deeply, I forgot how silver slid through our skin so easily. Like my skin was warm butter.
“Fuck, Jane! Are you insane?!” Eric had come and tried to snatch the knife from me, but I backed away from him quickly.
“No, I’m not insane. It’s magic,” I coughed out to him, feeling compelled to answer even his rhetorical question with truth. “When it cuts your skin you have to tell the truth.”
Godric nodded and explained, “The inscription reads ‘bleed truth’; that’s what it must do, the magic of the knife.”
“So, when I say this, you’ll know that it’s true!” I cried out, forcing myself to continue to hold the burning blade to my skin.
“Jane, you’re hurting yourself, you must stop this.” Eric was trying to urge me to release the knife.
“I choose you,” I told them desperately, hoping that they didn’t ask for more. If they asked while I had the knife to my skin, I would spill that they were both mine, and I wasn’t sure that Godric would accept it. “It is not just the blood or the bonds. I want this.” I felt the blood slipping down my neck and felt woozy and strange for a moment. “I choose you both.”
I allowed Eric to pull the knife from my hand and I fell into Godric’s waiting arms.
I looked up at him and he had blood tears standing in his eyes.
“Do you believe me now?” I croaked out to him and I realized my throat wasn’t healing very fast.
He brought me to the couch and held me on his lap.
“Eric, press the knife against me,” Godric told him and he held the knife to Godric’s forearm, gently cutting him.
The air seemed to freeze with magic; auspicious and heavy.
“I believe you,” he said the words like a prayer, like a benediction.
I felt myself crying. I did it, he knew! He finally believed me!
“Gods, you’ve lost too much blood already. Try not to cry, baby,” he said in a raw voice, his accent thicker than usual.
“Her neck isn’t healing,” Eric told Godric and I thought he sounded very far away like he was underwater.
“Get the…” But I didn’t hear what he had said, I was pushed under into silent oblivion.
*****
When I came to, I was still in Godric’s lap and I felt wildly energetic and vigorous. Healthy, wholly healed mind and soul.
“Whoa,” I started. “I feel amazing.”
“We gave you some of the Meh-Teh blood,” Godric explained, rubbing his hand across my healed neck.
“It worked. I feel invincible,” I zipped up to my feet and fought the urge to go zooming around the cabin in glee.
Eric was leaning against the frame of the entryway, giving me a mischievous smirk.
“Let’s go burn off some of your energy,” he offered. “Take a run through the woods.”
“Oh yes! That sounds perfect!” I exclaimed, barely able to prevent myself from sprinting out the door.
“Go have fun, little one.” Godric gave me a bemused smile, and he turned to Eric. “Keep her out of trouble?”
“I’ll try,” Eric said and I threw open the doors and zipped out into the snow, icy and glistening in the moonlight.
Eric was right next to me, pelting me with a snowball and our racing quickly changed into a snowball fight. Eric, of course, didn’t play fair. He would distract me and then smash snow on the top of my head, or slide some down my back. I eventually got fed up with his sneaky behavior and just tackled him. He allowed this, letting both of our bodies fall to the snowy ground, the fluff of white powder cushioning our fall, the mixture of our laughter shaking more snow from the trees.
“You belong in the snow,” I told him, watching his content face. “You belong here.”
“I belong wherever you are, little sister,” he told me seriously. He laid his head back and sighed. “You drive me insane.”
“In a good way, I hope?” I asked.
He pulled me on top of him more fully. “Not always. I never want to see you cut yourself again. I could feel your pain.”
“I’ll try, but I make no such promises.”
“How did you figure out what the knife could do?” he asked me and I looked away from his piercing stare.
“I...” I hesitated and considered lying, but ultimately knew that he would know that I wasn’t being truthful. “I wanted to feel your bite, I was touching myself and I wanted to…”
I couldn’t read his expression.
“You were touching yourself outside in the woods, and decided to cut yourself to mimic my bite so that you could come?” he asked.
I clenched with embarrassment. “Yes.”
“Such a needy little baby.” He brushed my hair off my face and trailed his hand along my face, down my cheek, and then rested it on my neck.
“You put the blade here?” He stroked the nonexistent pulse of my neck.
I nodded.
“Show me how you touched yourself,” he asked, and I knew that he wanted to see me. I stood and began to remove my jacket but Godric’s sudden appearance stopped me.
“Out of trouble, Eric, not fornicating in the woods,” he admonished him lightly.
“She has many needs, I was merely trying to assist her,” Eric replied, smoothly standing.
“I’m sure,” Godric replied dryly. “You feel more like yourself?” he questioned me as he motioned for us to walk with him back to the cabin.
“Yeah, that blood was wild. I still have tons of energy!” I zipped around Godric in a circle, spraying snow as I went.
“I see that,” Godric said with patience, and I knew that he was just waiting out my behavior like I was a rambunctious child that would tucker out after a sugar rush.
I skipped ahead and back, tossing snow at Eric and then allowing him to give me a playful piggyback ride, all while Godric chortled and smiled, amused by our playful antics.
When we got back to the cabin I was feeling content. I had finally set things right.
“Go get ready for day rest, little one. We will join you momentarily,” Godric dismissed me.
I did as he said, washing my face and brushing my achy fangs. I stripped off my clothes and got under the covers and placed myself in the middle of the massive bed. I went to bed completely nude, hoping that it would lead to other more enjoyable things. I still had so much energy! I wanted to bite and I wanted Eric and Godric to come up to bed.
I tossed and turned. I put a pillow between my knees to try to get more comfortable. When it scooted up between my thighs, I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against it. I felt good and I continued to move against the pillow, rocking back and forth in pleasure.
“We can’t leave you alone, can we?”
I turned to see Eric and Godric watching me, embarrassed to have been caught.
“Continue,” Godric ordered, pulling the sheets away to watch me more closely.
I moved my hips so that I was rubbing myself against the pillow, but it felt embarrassing to have them watching me do this.
“Look how red you are, the Meh-Teh blood is all in your face,” Godric teased and I felt even more embarrassed.
“Please, can I stop?” I asked, hoping that he would let me, and perhaps take care of me himself.
“You may because you asked so very politely,” Godric rumbled.
I stopped and pulled the pillow away and threw it to the side. Eric stood at the end of the bed, watching me with a stern expression and I looked back at Godric’s serious face.
“Am I in trouble?” I asked.
“Oh yes,” Godric replied.
“What? Why?”
“Did you think that cutting your throat open with a magical knife, that had unknown magical properties, would have no consequences?” he asked, and I hadn’t thought of it that way.
“I...I...” I stuttered, but he continued.
“The knife could have been poisoned, its magic could have been deadly, yet you were willing to hold it to your skin, alone in the snow, for the whim of missing Eric’s bite? For trying to make yourself climax?”
I remained silent and Godric continued.
“Then you come in and cut your throat open, not even explaining your purpose, terrifying your brother and myself, forcing us to give you the Meh-Teh blood so that you could heal.”
When he laid it all out like that, I could see why I was in trouble.
“Your orgasms are now ours,” Godric commanded. “You are not allowed to touch yourself or come without permission from at least one of us. It is the only way I’ll know you’re not cutting and hurting yourself.”
I gulped. I had taken to helping myself on and off the last few weeks, especially since Godric had been so busy with the exorcism research.
“As your Maker, I command it,” Godric added, and I felt it roll through me, and I realized Eric was standing nearby with a trash can from the bathroom, in case I would vomit. I felt a wave of nausea and I moved toward the bin, but I was able to keep the nourishing and rich Meh-Teh blood down.
“You okay?” Eric asked and I nodded. I wasn’t going to be sick.
“I hadn’t thought of the knife as dangerous. I didn’t even realize,” I told Godric.
“I’m aware of that, but that only impresses upon me how young and naive you are. How much you have to learn,” Godric replied.
“Will you teach me then, Sire?” I asked, and he grinned.
“I will teach you all that I know,” he promised.
“Perhaps the first thing you should teach her is a lesson,” Eric added, and I glowered at him.
“Indeed,” Godric smirked mischievously. “Where to start?” he asked Eric and he looked devilishly charming.
“Restraints?” Eric suggested, and I felt very apprehensive.
Godric eyed me closely. “I don’t think that will be necessary, you’ll be a good baby, won’t you?” he asked me and I nodded vigorously.
“I will,” I promised.
“Then lay back,” he ordered, and I did so immediately.
They started slowly. Eric came and nibbled the sensitive spot of my neck, stroking me with dull fangs, and Godric started on my thigh. They both worked their way in, Eric down to my breasts and Godric up to my core. How they were able to time it so well, to work in tandem together so perfectly, I wasn’t sure. I just knew that Eric was suckling my nipple at the exact same moment that Godric licked my clit and it was a dizzying level of perfect pleasure.
“Oh God!” I screamed, grabbing Eric’s hair.
He removed my hand, “Be good, or I will get the restraints,” he warned and I knew then that I wasn’t supposed to touch, but I was only supposed to receive.
It was very difficult.
Eric moved to my other breast, swirling his tongue around me and Godric penetrated me lightly with his fingers, curling them and finding that perfect spot. I clutched the bed, trying to not move.
“Please!” I shouted, wanting more.
“You’ll need to be more specific,” Godric said.
“Please, Sire,” I said, and he laughed heartily.
“I meant with what you were begging for, little one,” he chuckled.
“More, please,” I asked.
He added a third finger, and it felt amazing, I was going to come! It was so so much! I was right on the edge but I couldn't. I felt the Maker’s command weighing down on me, preventing me from coming.
Holding me right at the precipice of bliss.
“Can I come?” I asked, near delirious.
“What do you think, should we let her?” Godric asked Eric blandly as if they were making predictions about which sports team would win a tournament. I was dying with need! They were so cruel!
Eric chuckled evilly, pinching my nipple in the way he knew I liked, making my entire body spasm and threatening to make me defy the maker’s command. “I suppose she understands now,” he said slyly.
“Please, please, can I come?” I begged. I really needed it.
“Yes, baby, you can come,” Godric finally allowed and I had a spectacular climax, blacking out from the strength of my release.
A very Merry Christmas to me.
****
Eric’s POV - December 26th, 2009 (Night 150)
It was our last night in Sweden before we returned to Shreveport and we were making the most of it. We would be chasing the tail end of darkness out and it would be an interesting flight out to be certain, but we were spending our last few hours getting our last remaining stops in.
We were at the elf’s club, our last stop before we needed to get to our flight.
Jane had insisted that she wanted to see the elf again, and Pam wanted to get one more good feed in before we left. Godric had additional questions for the elf and I decided that it would only make me look petty if I told them that I didn’t particularly want to go back.
I didn’t like the way this elf looked at Jane. I knew it was simple jealousy, but it was in my nature. Pam prowled the edges of the bar, trying to find herself a quick feed before we left. I sat at the bar, nursing a Royalty Blended, and watched Jane and Godric in the VIP area, chatting with the ambiguous elf.
No, I didn’t like it one bit.
Jane smiled and blushed delightfully, the Meh-Teh blood that was still in her system giving her such a flush I thought she would easily pass for human. Godric was his usual cool calm self, listening to the elf’s words and asking questions in return. He laced his fingers with Jane’s, and it was such a strange, almost human-like, gesture from him. Jane had changed him more than he would want to admit. I wondered about how he would react when Jane finally announced her claim on him. He’d be a fool to have not seen it, the way she danced around the words, the way she was willing to cut her own throat out to make him understand.
Godric gave Jane a very lascivious look, and she blushed deeper. I wanted to go up and hear what they were discussing, but after glancing at the admiring look that the elf was giving her, I decided not to. They all looked down at me, and I was caught watching them. I raised an eyebrow and Jane smiled at me. Godric’s expression was his usual stoic calm one, but I knew that he appreciated that I kept an eye on them. He had sometimes told me that I reminded him of a sentry. The elf seemed unsurprised, but examined me, clearly still judging me. I didn’t give a damn if that elf found me worthy of Jane, it was only Jane’s opinion that mattered on the subject. And from the way she had begged me for release earlier this evening, I would assume that she found me very deserving of her charms.
I looked away from them, trying to also keep an eye on Pam. She was eye fucking a fang banger and I knew that she was about to pounce. She was an excellent hunter, and I was proud that I trained her so well. I hoped that she would one day be a maker again, I wanted to see her pass along her skills.
Maybe once Jane was raised a bit more. It was hard enough with one baby around.
I was surprised when I looked back up at the lofted VIP area, and all three of them were gone. Jane, Godric, and the elf had disappeared, and I now knew why they had all looked down at me. They were watching me, waiting for me to look away so that they could leave without me noticing.
I felt out to the bond, and I could sense Jane’s rising arousal. Fuck! She was consorting with the damn elf again! And Godric was with them, permitting it even!
The bouncer let me up to the lofted area, and I knocked on the small black door that Jane had disappeared behind with the elf the last time we were here. The door cracked open and Godric’s face poked out.
“Vad?” he asked.
“The elf?” I asked. I couldn’t believe he was allowing this!
Godric looked at me with a stern expression, “Wait here, and if you interrupt again, you won’t like the consequences.”
I paced outside the door, feeling Jane’s rising arousal. I didn’t like this at all.
She peaked, and I knew that Godric must have given her permission to do so, and I found that even more infuriating.
Why? Why did this bother me so much?
Jane had absolutely no problem now when I coupled with my feed, she seemed to even encourage me to do so because she knew that I enjoyed it. Was it a double standard for me to not like her doing this?
No, because Jane was different from me. She didn’t separate sex from intimacy, and that was what bothered me. That she was so trusting of this creature, she had just met and barely knew. I didn’t want her to share what she found special and personal between us with someone else.
Especially when she wouldn’t even tell me what it was that they did.
When they came out, I was stunned.
Jane’s hair had come loose from its braid and she looked...out of it. Godric was holding her up under his shoulder and looked moments away from simply scooping her up.
The elf appeared behind them, and it was applying a bandage to its neck.
Jane drank from the elf!
I tried and failed, to reign in my anger. Biting and fucking this strange elf after meeting it only twice?!
“Thank you,” Godric said, and he finally just picked Jane up, her body limp.
“The pleasure was all mine,” the elf replied, and a growl rumbled from my chest, unbidden.
The elf and Godric looked at me. Godric gave me a stern look.
“Please excuse my eldest; he doesn’t share well,” Godric’s tone of disappointment felt like a slap in the face.
“I understand his defensiveness. It will serve her well—to have such fierce defenders.” The elf looked at me appraisingly.
“No, no, not purple,” Jane said, sounding completely fucking high. “Blue, icy ocean blue.”
“Yes, darling, I know,” the elf replied as if what Jane had said made any kind of sense.
“We must leave, but please contact us if you are ever stateside,” Godric said cordially, and I ground my teeth together.
“It is... unlikely, but I appreciate the offer,” the elf replied, and I was pleased that I wouldn’t have to see it again anytime soon.
“The sunrise so soon?” Jane asked sadly. It made no sense. It wasn’t close to dawn yet.
“A different night, I promise,” the elf told her, and this appeased her.
“Farewell, Dah,” Godric handed Jane off to me and then gave the elf a formal bow.
“Until next time,” the elf nodded in return.
We left the club, and I found Pam waiting for us by the car.
“What the fuck happened to her?” Pam asked, looking at Jane in my arms.
“She fucked and fed on the elf,” I said, and Jane made an outraged sound.
“You look and look, and still you don’t see!” she told me, and I decided she was the most annoying high individual I had ever encountered. She couldn’t do anything normally, could she?
“Yes, yes,” Godric told her, and she calmed slightly. I loaded her in the back of the car, and she laid across it, not moving over for Pam to sit with her.
“This is going to be a long fucking flight,” Pam said as she shoved Jane over.
“Oh, Pam!” Jane exclaimed when she noticed her. “So cold and beautiful,” Jane laid her head on Pam’s lap. “You’re a diamond.”
“Don’t leave me back here with her,” Pam said and I shut the door on them, laughing.
Godric was in the passenger seat, leaning back to look at Jane, when I got in the driver’s seat to take us to the airport.
“Pam smells good, like a fresh morning mist, do people want to lick Pam? I bet that they do,” Jane continued to ask.
“Oh, they do,” Pam told her in an obvious tone.
“I don’t think I would, not because Pam isn’t beautiful, but because I guess I just don’t think of Pam that way, and I think she’s a bit scary. Beautiful, but scary,” Jane explained out loud, and Pam cackled.
“Let’s keep her like this,” Pam suggested.
“No,” I said outright, taking a corner slightly tighter than was strictly necessary.
“Eric,” Godric said my name in warning.
“Godric!” Jane yelped and Pam had to hold her back so that she didn’t climb from the back into the front to get to him.
“How strong did you make her?” Pam asked, struggling to hold Jane back.
“Sit back down,” Godric told Jane, and she complied with a whimper.
Jane quieted for a bit, and we drove in silence. I wondered when I would have a chance to ask Godric more about what had happened with the elf. Why had he permitted Jane to feed on it?
I returned the car and we took our luggage and went to the Air Anubis lounge. Godric wrapped his arm protectively around Jane’s shoulder and was murmuring into her ear. He sat her in his lap while they waited, and she buried herself against his neck.
We didn’t have to wait long, and Godric urged her to stand before we boarded our flight. The first leg was to Copenhagen, and from there we would catch another leg to Heathrow. Those short flights wouldn’t be too bad, as it would still be dark.
It was the flight from London to Dallas Fort Worth that I was the most concerned about, as the sun would be right at our backs. I wondered how Jane would feel, and I hoped it would make her sleepy and docile.
Godric gave Jane the window seat and took the middle seat next to her for himself. I sat with Pam in the row over. Pam flicked through a magazine. I tried to relax for the short flight, but I could feel Jane getting more antsy and aroused in the bond by the minute. I saw Godric drape a blanket over her, his hands sliding underneath it.
He wouldn’t?
Would he?
She was biting her lip, and he was whispering in her ear. Gods! He was going to make her come in plain view of everyone. I clenched down on the end of my bond with her, and watched them in fascination. I felt like a voyeur, and it was a strange feeling, especially considering how many times I had watched them together before.
Then, a flight attendant came by, rolling a trolley, offering Royalty Blended and Tru Blood, and Godric causally slid away from Jane, as if nothing was happening.
“Royalty Blended,” Godric ordered, “Extra warm.”
Jane pouted, still seeming high and aroused. I saw her press her head against the window, and I turned back toward Pam.
Pam gently laid her head on my shoulder, and I found comfort in that. I kissed the top of her head.
“I know not all this trip was pleasant for you,” I told her.
“I had a great vacation, shoppin’, fuckin’, feedin’. It was you all that fucked it up for yourselves,” Pam explained in her usual tone. She wasn’t wrong.
“Well, things have sorted themselves out,” I sighed, relieved.
“For now,” Pam added.
“What do you mean?”
“As if we all aren’t waiting for the shoe to drop, the moment she says it, he’s gonna freak the fuck out,” Pam said to me as if I was an idiot. I looked over at Godric, he had his eyes closed, and I wasn’t sure if he was listening to us or not.
“That could be years away, if ever,” I replied.
Pam scoffed.
“I never felt the need,” she glanced over at Godric and mouthed her next words ‘to claim you’.
“No?” I asked.
She shook her head. “You’re my maker, Eric. But you’re not mine,” she explained, and how she said it made perfect sense. She was my progeny, but she wasn’t mine either.
“You’re my childe, my blood,” I told her with love, and she smiled.
“This wasn’t a bad trip. Paris will be fun in the spring, though,” she added, and I saw her eyes glitter.
“Do I need to remind you to be cautious about traveling by yourself?” I asked, and I saw her smirk. She liked it when I babied her a bit.
“No, you don’t. You do need to let me know what the limit on my new card is, or you know I’ll find out the fun way.”
I laughed, and we spent the rest of the flight enjoying each other's company, and I decided that I needed to make sure that Pam and I did things together, just the two of us, even if that meant that I had to go shopping with her or, may the gods forbid, to her salon to have her style me.
We left our flight, Jane seemed woozy and pouty, but she had drunk the Royalty Blended that Godric had ordered for her. She came and stood under my arm, giving Godric a grumpy pouty look. Our layover in Copenhagen wasn’t long, only forty or so minutes, but Jane didn’t speak to Godric the entire time. She just said strange things to me, and I tried to keep her calm. I held her close, as that seemed to help her feel more relaxed, and I could tell that she needed care. Perhaps that was why she was miffed at Godric?
The next leg of our flight was the hardest by far, and I literally had to hold Jane down so she wouldn’t get out of her seat. She was telling me all kinds of strange things, words that made no sense when strung together, and I cursed Godric for letting her have the elf blood.
“Evilness,” Jane whimpered softly, and I tried to hold her as she sniffled. “Get it out?”
“We will,” I told her. I didn’t surprise me that she didn’t like the effects of the elf blood. She so very rarely gave up any kind of control.
“Now?” A blood tear threatened to spill over her eye.
“Soon,” I promised.
“It’s clinging, it doesn’t want to go, it hurts me,” she told me, and I wondered if she was hallucinating.
When we arrived in London, we had a slightly longer layover, but Godric pushed us out through the airport quickly.
“What’s your plan for her?” I asked him, dragging Jane along.
“I have a theory, but we need to test it,” he started, and he led us out of the airport and across the way to a nearby hotel.
“Seriously?” Pam asked with an obvious suggestion. “You’re really going to—“
“I don’t have time for your wise remarks, Pamela,” Godric told her sternly, and it was then that I knew he was worried.
“Yes, Grandmaker,” Pam said respectfully.
“Check out the spa Pam, I’ll come to get you before the flight,” I ordered her.
Pam sauntered away as Godric got a room. It was expensive, especially considering we were only going to use it for a couple of hours. Godric hurried us to the room where he pushed Jane inside.
“It melts, drips in through a pinhole,” Jane told us. “It’s always there, drip, drip, drip,” she laughed, a strange cold sound. “But there’s comfort in the sound.”
“What happened?” I asked. This had to be something more than just her being high off the elf’s blood.
“The demon’s mark is coming loose, the elf blood has helped immensely, but—“ he started, but Jane interrupted.
“Latching on, claws are sharp,” she said hollowly.
“Exactly, it’s trying to hold on,” Godric said, and he began to strip Jane, she wriggled and writhed and made it more difficult so I began to assist him.
“So you’re, what? Going to try fuck it out of her before the flight?”
“We must,” he said with a worried look. “I fear the demon will try to come for her. It will know that her mark is being removed.”
“So desperate to leave his mark on the world, he didn’t care if it was a scar,” Jane slurred, wriggling on the bed.
Gods, she was strange.
“I…” Godric swallowed hard, and I watched him closely. “I think it would be most effective if you were the one,” he sighed. “Simply because of... length.”
My cock was always getting me into all sorts of problems, but this wasn’t one I would have ever predicted.
“Hiding in shadows, please, shed some light on me,” Jane asked me, and I nodded, agreeing to do this for her.
Godric moved to the bed, rolling Jane over on top of him. She nuzzled against him.
“Oh, it calls to me,” she told him, and her fangs slid out. Godric looked over her shoulder at me meaningfully. And suddenly, I realized what he wanted me to do. Why he had been so hesitant to suggest that I be the one to help her this way? He wanted me to take her from behind, as the demon had.
“No, Godric… I can’t,” I croaked out to him.
“I would never force you to,” he sighed out to me. “But someone must. I suppose I could call some sort of agency….”
Jane would hate that. She wouldn’t want it. I felt horrified at the thought.
I knew that it had to be me.
“I will do this,” I told him, finally finding my voice again. “But she may hate it.”
“Hate hurts the one who wields it,” Jane finally said, “far more than the one that receives it.”
“We’re getting low on time,” Godric told me. And I stripped myself and stood behind Jane, her round cheeks were very alluring, and I tried to focus on that rather than how uncomfortable this whole process made me.
Godric had been stroking her, readying her, and she had already been worked up and denied early, so it took very little for her to claw at him, begging for him.
“Eric’s going to help you,” he told her. “It may feel...strange at first.”
Jane’s wide eyes looked over her shoulder at me and then down at my hard cock and then, surprisingly, she wiggled invitingly at me, giggling her little bell laugh. Gods, she was still so high, did she know what she was doing?
“Please?” she asked, giving me a puppy dog pout.
I pressed against her more fully, and she moaned loudly, and I felt like I could do this. I had imagined this fantasy many times, the moment that she would finally be ready to be claimed this way when she had no fear. I had never pictured it like this, but the sound of that moan of hers made me more confident and sure.
“Eric,” Godric reminded me to focus, and I saw that he was holding Jane off of his neck and that she needily wanted to bite him. When was the last time they blood shared?
When I slid into Jane from behind, she froze. Her body became a statue, and I felt a strange mixture of arousal and fear, of submission and of terror.
“Shh... it’s alright, just wait,” Godric soothed her, and I didn’t move. Gods, it was difficult. I wanted to pull away. Her fear sickened me; I wasn’t sure I could do this.
“Torn asunder,” she told him between her fangs.
“Eric will never hurt you,” Godric promised her. “You know this, you are his, and he will never hurt you.”
Then he let her bite him and her terror faded into the bliss that was her drinking from him and I moved against her. Gods, it was fantastic. I had never had her this way, and she was so small beneath me that I felt as if I was dominating her completely. She was able to trust to give over to her feelings and felt no fear.
“So perfect,” I told Godric, and he finally held her off of him, having let her drink more of him than was reasonable.
“Oceans can clean all things,” Jane said strangely. “Wash everything away.”
“That’s you, Eric, her North Sea, healing her,” Godric explained, and then it occurred to me that everything she had been saying did have meaning. I just wasn’t as prone to metaphor. Godric had solved all of her riddles easily. He saw her so clearly.
I was able to make Jane come quickly, and I made her climax several more times. Most disturbingly, we saw that the normally clearish pink fluid of her release was now inky black. It made my stomach roil, but I persisted with her until it all seemed to be expelled.
Jane was nearly comatose, having come so many times, sometimes screaming and crying. She would shiver and tell me of the comfort of waves. Godric would kiss and calm her, and I filled her with my blood seed multiple times, trying to rid her of the jet-black liquid.
I loved her profoundly, and when we finally finished, I realized my face was covered in blood tears. I cried, and I felt no shame in it. This had been both horrific and beautiful.
“Kintsugi,” Jane mumbled against Godric’s neck, and he seemed about to shed blood tears himself.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“It is a form of Japanese pottery,” Godric explained, which sounded familiar. “It is the art of repairing pottery by mending the cracks and areas of breakage with lacquer dust mixed with powdered gold. It highlights these scars, filling them with shiny golden veins, and it is… quite beautiful.”
He looked at her like she was a miracle. I wondered if she had filled the fissures of Godric’s soul with gold as well.
“Is there anything that she can’t find beauty in?” he asked, and I saw that he also had blood tears on his face.
Jane’s voice rose up between us and she croaked, “Both, you need both. Without horror... there is no sublime.”
Gods, she sounded just like him.
He kissed the blood tears off her face, and I had to leave them alone together.
The connection between them wasn’t something I couldn't understand. I felt like an intruder. I went to the bathroom and began to shower, washing off the nasty pitch-black fluid and my own blood tears. I wasn’t alone for very long, Godric had scooped Jane up, and we washed her together. She was still so out of it, and I wondered how long the elf blood would last. Godric looked especially pale, and I wondered how much of his blood he had given her.
“Do you need to feed before our flight?” I asked.
“If I had time, I would, but we are already dangerously close to missing it,” Godric said, turning off the water. Jane continued to stand under it and turned her face up like it was still spraying on her.
We got her out, dried and dressed, and then did the same for ourselves.
The mess of fluids on the bed prompted Godric to leave a massive tip for the housekeeping, and we checked out of the hotel I found Pam in the lobby, happily examining her new nails, having had them done at the hotel’s spa.
Pam just shook her head at us, and Godric set Jane on her wobbly feet and we were able to make it back over to the airport just in time for our flight.
I sighed, watching Godric tuck himself around Jane for our red eye flight, he held her closely, and she seemed on the verge of sleep, the sun just behind us, and I wondered if she would be able to rest.
That look in his eye. I had seen it many times before, but it looked especially deadly, what with how pale he was.
He was going to kill that demon.
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