Fire in the blood

{We're too aggressive..according to that sonofabitch Havers. Tory and I, dumped out in this godforsaken waiting room while they work on Khaos. Damn fucking straight we're aggressive. That's our goddamned son in there and not even the sweet talking reassurances of the strawberry blonde nurse Havers left to play guard dog on the door are going to hold Tory and me in this four-walled, Lysol  smelling shithole much longer. Tory looks even more strung out than I am, tempers on a hair-trigger, the length and breadth paced out in a well-worn path of heavy boots, gloved fist curling and releasing, molars grinding out the frustration of the interminable, clock-watching wait. The crash team had been waiting in the ambulance bay when we arrived, taking Khaos' limp body from my arms with hurried efficiency, whisking him away in a spaghetti tangle of drips and oxygen lines and barked out vitals....at least the boy had some vital signs to speak of.. Tory giving Havers the low down on what the Chosen witnessed of Xsykhe's glowing pyromaniac talents to hushed murmurings about how these kinds of 'abilities' only ever manifested after transition. Tory's theory that the traumainflicted by the Omega in utero had kick started the flamethrower routine held weight in my book, but Havers was pussyfooting around the thing, didn't have the balls to call it for what it was..a fucking curse..a four year old with the power to reduce the Penthouse to a pile of smouldering ash over a childish tantrum? We were all thinking it.. Fuck...Fritz had been over to assess the damage...not that  there was much to assess. The Penthouse was levelled..razed to the fucking ground along with Rehv's place next door and the entire floor of condos below. The rebuild would take months. Fritz was setting up some temporary accommodation over at the Mansion, but all my brain could focus on right now was needing to know that our son, Khaos, would be ok....}

*I fucking hate this place...the clock ticking around merrily in its round face switching me back five years ago...waiting, always with the waiting, I'd been an aggressive pace of anxious female then, hanging on a razors edge of sanity for news that would change our lives forever, my soul teetering on a wire of strung out emotion waiting for Havers to tell us whether or not we were pregnant...and now...the same desperation sets in and weighs me down with concrete anxiety, fear and dread churning in my gut until white-washed walls turn a haze of blinking lights across my vision...fuck...if  V wasn’t here, if I didn’t want the best possible treatment for our son, that nurse would be floored and the door would be splinters of a previous protection. Havers was asking for a beating, anything I said waved to the side because I 'did not have such understandings of these matters'. I don’t understand? Fuck you, Doc, you don’t fucking understand. My temper had snapped. Annnd that's how V and I had been forced to this sterile cage to wear down the floor with a blur of tumultuous emotion. I want to stab something. I want to see our babies. I want to nail Havers to the wall with his own bones just for keeping us from our young....All control, all sanity is derailed at the slightest whimper, a coughing wheeze from the other side of the door leaves the nurse, Ehlena, as her name pin cheerily informed us, ass planting on the floor in a sprawl of stunned female, shifted so quickly she hadn’t even the breath to draw out a warning before the door is ripped half from its hinges...fuck unlocking locks, I want in...now....but my semi-war charge is pulled up short in a skid of black soles to shiny floor, caught as I re-balance by V what I'd expected to see...I'm not sure...maybe some form of sterile torture chamber with Havers presiding over it like some white-coated gimp master, hurting our young just because they are...well...ours...I did not expect to see the big flat screen propped between two beds flashing up an animated flying reindeer with a sinus infection...and singing...that's what the wheezing cough was, Khaos, dragging in enough air so he could hum along to the cheery creepy ditty...fuck...my knees lowered me safely to the floor beside his bed, gentle hands running over little arms and little legs, little fingers in my hair as I pepper kisses to his smiling face* You scared us, baby...*and my heart flips over in my chest, settling into a normal, if slightly fast beat as nausea dims...fine...he's fine...my hand reaches back for V's, squeezing gloved fingers to mulch...we could have lost them...we could have lost them both...and I am drawn from the panic starting to rise like a dark wave of inky despair by the soft living reassurance of our boy's voice, the words so far away, muffled introductions seeping through the haze of relief...pointing me to...Kari...Fuck, I hadn’t even noticed the tiny female young huddled behind Khaos, she'd made herself so small, a ball of nightdress and thin limbs, cream skin mottled in black and blue, frightened coffee eyes too big for the frail bone structure of her face. She was a doll, a broken, bruised one. And as the growl built in my throat, Khaos chattering away about someone named Rudolph, easing twitching smiles from a little girls face unused to laughter, a clashing clatter of metal followed a loud whimper, stifled my snarl and preceded a cry never heard outside a maternity ward* What the hell?!

{Thank. Fuck. My heart can beat again seeing Khaos' pink cheeks, excited laughter misting up the oxygen mask, he and his little girlfriend totally enchanted by the reindeer flying across the screen..the spell broken by a sudden cry from the other side of the curtain dividing the treatment bays..swiftly followed by a loud thud, the curtain yanked aside to find Havers sprawling across the white linoleum, hair stood on end, puffs of smoke curling up from inside the three piece tweed suit, like he's just plugged his ass into a high-voltage socket. Shit might even be funny if it wasn't for the image of Xsy, trembling, the linen sheet tucked under her chin, a tourniquet still banded tightly to her upper arm, her skin could only be described as luminous, lit from within by a rapidly fading glow, blood-letting equipment rolling about on the floor alongside Havers, who is crab scuttling back to the wall, using it as leverage to haul himself up on unsteady feet, tortoiseshell glasses pushed up the bridge of his nose as he dusts down his clothes and I swear I hear the word 'freak' muttered..or was that just in the doctor's head?..regardless the sitch has my hackles up, bristling with anger, a slow, rolling growl escaping gritted teeth} what the HELL are you doing Havers? <<What am I doing? She...umm..I do believe the young electrocuted me... I was merely taking blood samples. This situation presents an unprecedented research opportunity, it behooves us, for the sake of the race to study this female...>> {snapping off his nervous, pressured speech with a snarl} it BE-HOOVES you, Havers, to shut your damn pie-hole before I use my fist to gag it for you. Feel me? {biting back a string of profane expletives for the sake of the young, but the homicidal intent is all in the tone} She is a child, Havers, a frightened little girl, not some guinea pig for your sordid little science experiments {releasing the tourniquet from Xsy's pinched skin, her arms thrown around the thick column of my neck, legs wrapping, limpit-like aroundmy hip, clinging on, face hidden in the stubbled hollows of my throat, her sweet baby scent in my lungs, sobbing tears wet on my skin while Havers speaks in harsh whispered tones} <<I don't believe you understand Sire, the Omega had ample opportunity to tamper with the young when he held Tory in captivity..for all we know, he has planted a weapon amongst us, a seed to destroy the race from within>> {Motherfucker!!...the fear and distrust in Havers eyes..I can smell it off him..so fucking depressingly familiar..that same reeking fear the males gave off at the camp, right before they tried to castrate me and inked my skin with warnings..and banished me} You. Understand. Nothing. You. Worm. {the words spat out, Havers shoved backward by the fisted lapels of his white lab coat to slam him into the wall, pinning him in the hard diamond glare of a penetrating gaze} Your brain is too crippled by your own cowardice to see beyond your own pathetic, self-preservation {the doctor's voice is shaken but defiant} <<and yours is prejudiced by the bond of blood you share with this young, Sire. She is a dangerous unknown. You must see that Sire... she even smells like one of 'them'..and look at the colour of her blood>> {his eyes and my own cutting down to the glass vials rolling in slow motion across the floor....no trick of the bright clinic fluorescents..the liquid inside is black..black as fucking tar..black like...NO!!.. fangs bared on a threatening hiss, getting right up on the doctor, as close as Xsy's clinging body will allow} All I see is a weak male, who fears what his inferior brain cannot comprehend. You saved Khaos, Havers. For that I am indebted {for that...you live} but from now on, you stay the hell away from my family. You feel me? {crushing the vials under the sole of my shitkicker as I turn to Tory}Tory, we're leaving..let's go, true

*Ears ringing with Havers words, with his...implications, his threats, a nightmare spoken aloud and warping the room up into a spiral of menacing protection....No...she's not evil...I cant see the vials, can only feel the fury rising off V like an inferno of anger, a raging lethal mood centred and focused on Havers in a slam of warrior power...he cant actually be serious? Insinuating that our daughter, our little girl, is an entity touched by the darkness of the Omega? No...that word, defiant and absolute marking my soul in a two letter denial that fills every cell with complete conviction. If Khaos wasn’t already in my arms...Havers' head would be rolling on the floor like the glass cylinders, and would be shattered..I had no such loyalties to him, no such desires to repay Havers with his life, but I will not expose our young to the brutal bloodbath of the inner turmoil writhing my gut into a clench of wrath. Swinging a laughing Khaos around to piggyback, hanging on tight over my shoulders, oblivious to the tempers of his elders, to the tears of his sister, and on a rare show of obedience, V's words direct me to leave, murderous instincts locked back into their cage and bolted, casting a single threat-loaded, emerald fire glare to sear Havers with the force of my hatred...the door creaked on its remaining hinge, barged through with a heavy kick to the splintered wood, my precious cargo still chattering his flying reindeer lyrics in my ear as we pass out into the fluorescent lit hallway, doors rolling on by, open, closed, open, open, open, closed, op-Rehv? My foot is mid-step, hovering backpeddling...brow raising as I watch the blonde nurse I'd floored tend to the singed flesh of Rehv's upper arm, his neck blistered like he'd had a run in with the sun, a sable coat partly cremated on the floor beside the bed, the acrid scent of burning hair overpowering the sterile bite of disinfectant. My hand raises in an apologetic wave when amethyst eyes turn a hard stare over to the door, softening on the tufted mop of Khaos' black hair as he rests his head atop mine. A vocal apology is stalled on my lips as V's presence takes up the space at my back, turning with soft words...I'd let the males talk...and it would keep me away from Havers* V can I have the car keys? They're tired, I'll get them out of here and you can meet me at the Escalade when you're ready...

{Handing over the keys of the Escalade and a now dimmed Xsy to Tory's arms, a hard kiss pressed to her lips with a promise of following right after, shoulder propping up the doorway, diamond eyes turned on a crispy toasted Rehv who looks like he is thoroughly enjoying the TLC from the strawberry blonde nurse.. oh yeah, he was macking on that female like she was something good to eat} Shit, man, I'm sorry, true. I'll see you're compensated for your losses {the Reverend shakes his head slow, his voice a hypnotic baritone as the hand coasts over his 'hawk} <<Don't think of it, man. The young going to be ok? That's all that matters, true>> {exhaling on a short nod, gloved palm scrubbing over the nape of my neck} They will be..once we get them away from Dr fucking Frankenstein back there...{quirking one black slash of a brow} you speak like a male who understands {Rehv levels me with that inscrutable purple stare} <<I have a younger sister. Nothing {his amethyst gaze is laden with meaning} I mean 'nothing' I wouldn't do to protect her>> {fuck..this drug-dealing, half-symphath male was no friend, no brother of mine, not by a long stretch, but fuck I appreciated the solidarity in his words, the concern he showed for the young, for family, we shared something.. both 'other' in a world that demanded conformity, I find my gloved fist reaching out to brush knuckles with the Reverend, locking onto that purple gaze, and as our fists touch, I feel my right pupil dilating, voice detached as the words spill out 'The crown you wear will run with blue blood' {his brows pull down in a hard frown} <<What did you say to me?>> {Fuck... mentally shaking off the vision, gloved fingers raking through my hair as I back out of the doorway} Nothing, man..I.. been a long, weird fucking night, true...{turning on the heels of my shitkickers, struggling with the urge to run the distance to Tory and the young waiting for me in the Escalade....}

Burning down the house

{Sucking in a hard drag on the hand rolled pegged between gloved fingers, the lit end a flaring orange ember in the chill Caldwell night, exotic Turkish smoke flooding the dark alley, eyes laser sighted diamonds scanning the shadows for activity, the only light spilling from the yawning warehouse doors, where Fritz and Tory are directing the legion of doggen, milling about with robotic efficiency, loading the wooden crates, laden with apples into the waiting truck. Apples...sacred fruit of mommy dearest, thousands and thousands of the fuckers stockpiled for the longest night of the year, the winter Solstice, representing seeds and growth, that kind of renewal shit. The young fed myths of how the Scribe Virgin would appear to bless those who had been good...and visit a fearsome dragon upon those who strayed from her path... damn.. the memory of my own Solstice visitation..centuries past, was the sordid, bare faced reality of how my 'mahmen' operated.. dismissing the memory, the butt of the hand rolled crushed under the sole of my shitkicker...Tory and I were protection, should the Lessening Society decide to exploit the opportunity to poison the race. Snagging a ripe Granny Smith from the top of one crate, the skin polished to a high shine in my gloved palm, unable to resist inhaling the clean scent before I bite into it.. damn was it four years since I'd last come to this industrial shit-hole corner of Caldwell to find Tory? The landscape was familiar....minus one ugly-ass slaughter-house..a sudden memory of the orange flames engulfing the building skitters a shiver of dread premonition down my spine... dispelling the foreboding with a mental head shake.. fangs cutting down into the crunchy flesh of the apple, the juice bitter sweet, slaking over goatee'd lips, the excess wiped on the back of my gloved hand, the weight of my diamond stare on the nuances of Tory's curves as she moves...}

*Robotic, a line of doggen handing crate after crate over to be hauled up into the back of the van, time moved in increments of apples, shiny green sphere's tumbling about in wooden boxes as my hands steadied the wobble of one, the doggen young, determined to help despite the threat of splinters as she eagerly handed off the weight to me....if splinters were the only thing we had to worry about tonight, I would go home a pretty happy female, but as it were, a past attempt at poisoning had set us up to be the bodyguards for the ripe fruit and my body moves obediently to safely secure each and every crate, a job for the hands, not the brain, and my mind is wandering...part fixated on every move V makes, trusting that he is at least watching for lessers as his gaze tracks me head to toe, part with our young...They are so excited for the Solstice, it had taken the promise of us bringing apples home for them to get them to leave our legs long enough for us to grab the Escalade and head out...Fucking Wrath. I'm blaming him for keeping us out on a night where V isn't on rotation and our young slept through the day with us...precious time wasted, their play left in the hands of Maia, she may have delivered them, but sometimes I resented the Chosen for the time she got with them....exhaling, another box stacked against the sides and strapped into place...no bruising on the apples, His Assholishness had been very adamant about that...Stepping back as the doggen got back in their stride, hefting the last few crates up, my gaze stuck on V just as a flash of fangs sliced into the juice box perfection of a green skinned fruit and a laugh lifted my lips into an amused curve* V, are you turning into Zsadist, nallum? *the Brother was well known for his strange apple diet* 'Cause I think steak tastes better..

{gaze locked on the emerald glow of your eyes, like a deer caught in the headlights, flashing you a juice-glossed, fanged smile} fucking delicious, true...{and the tone of my voice says I'm sooo not talking about apples...or steak...the moment broken by a familiar buzz in my leathers. Tossing the apple core, hand reaching for the cell in my pocket, the bright glare of the screen hurting my retinas, thumb sweeping a smudge of apple juice from the display, fully expecting it's the doggen back at the compound looking for an ETA on the fruit consignment, but the message flashing on the screen stalls the breath in my lungs...the Penthouse alarm triggered two minutes ago... without even pausing to lift my eyes back to Tory, my fingers are punching the buttons to speed dial the fixed phone line at the Commodore.. the ring tone sounding tinny in my ears..buzzing on and on, a growl lodged in my throat... pick the fuck up Chosen... nothing..the piece of shit dumps me to voicemail... the alarm system is hair trigger sensitive..probably the incompetent Chosen burning toast or opening a secured window.. nonetheless that dark foreboding settles a heavy weight across my shoulders once more.. voice tight controlled to camo the edge of fear, but there's no denying it's in my eyes when they lift to meet Tory's} Tory...something's tripped the security system at the Penthouse... the Chosen's not picking up.. I want to get over there..now.. feel me?

*the heat that had been pulsing lust from your body froze up so fast I got frostbite, your cell near crushed with the hold on it....and I cant read your expression, your eyes arent on mine as you listen to the faint ringing tone drifting through the air...but something is wrong, the air is so frigid, the apples would be fruitsicles if they werent already stored and locked up into the van....when I finally get caught up in the ice white fear frosting in diamond eyes, dread drops lead into the pit of my stomach, doggen nudged from my path and lining my route to your side* What?!! No, she has to pick up...I taught her how to answer, how to dial...I....*panic, full blown and all consuming rushing my veins with the chill of terror...I have to go, have to get to our young....fear dampens my senses, trembles through muscles tensed with the effort of composing myself enough to demat...nothing, a buzzing in my head distorting concentration* Fuck...Follow in the Escalade...in case we need...*swallowing around the fear as a tendril of power leaks through, enough to get my head on straight and organise my route to the penthouse*...transport....*I cant even think of that...cant imagine no...nothing...clear head, clear thoughts....* Drive fast...*and then I am gone, a whisper of panicked female on the wind*

{And just like that Tory's molecules have vaporized, only the aura of her panic lingering in the night air, and I'm beating feet to the Escalade, planting ass in the leather driver seat, firing up the ignition, gripping the wheel like grim death, the engine already turning over as I slam the door, gunning down the night-lit streets that line the murky black Hudson in the direction of the Commodore, the landscape morphing from ugly industrial to sleek city chic in a blur of speed, on tenterhooks, one punching finger hovering constantly on redial, but the thing drops repeatedly to VM, a low curse escaping on a hiss as I pull up to the sidewalk outside the entrance to the luxury condos, humans and civilians spilling out of the lobby onto the pavement, a chaotic swarm of confusion in semi-dress and nightclothes, clutching pets and treasured possessions..and up above...SHIT!! gaze drawn higher, following the craning heads of the rubberneckers to the roiling black clouds of smoke billowing from the top floor of the Commodore in great yawning plumes..Fuck!..the young...ducking back into the shadows, the panic and confusion ensuring I am unwitnessed as I dematerialise up to the balcony of the Penthouse and..Jesus, the heat radiating from inside the glass sliders is blistering, the intensity reminiscent of the destruction I mete out with my cursed hand... the stiff breeze clears the smoke from the balcony and the petite blonde Chosen ghosts into focus, a beacon of white in the billowing black clouds and she is distraught, her crumpled white robes and alabaster skin streaked with soot, wheezing breaths hitched between bouts of coughing, her fragile frame bowing under the weight of..Oh God no..Khaos is a limp, lifeless burden in the Chosen's arms, head lolling down in a fall of short black spiky hair, dulled emerald-green eyes rolled back in his head...Tory's knees look about to buckle as she moves to take him in her arms, the blood running ice-water in my veins.. catching sight of a cowering, soot-streaked bundle with frightened diamond eyes.. Xsy..Xsy is alive... but Khaos...oh please no fuck..... jello legs carrying me to take our boy from Tory's shaking arms, cradling his lax little body, easing him down to balcony floor, vision swimming in and out of focus...fuck...not five years since I'd held Xsykhe in my arms and begged her to breathe, now I hold my son with the same plea...eyes locking briefly on Xsykhe's trembling form, balled up in the corner like she could make herself invisible, guilt shining out of terrified eyes.. starkly familiar diamond mirror images of my own...}

*No....denial rode through my mind, the scorching waves of heat billowing to turn the balcony into a sauna werent real, they couldnt be, the smoke clawing down our throats was just a bad nightmare that choked up lungs and turned breaths to coughing fits, sawing through our bodies like a burning blade...and I am ignoring the inferno inside, switched off from the flames threatening to shatter the glass sliders with fiery fists and swarm a devastation of orange tongues to consume every inch of us....I couldnt care less about the suite, the fire could devour it, it was the limp, lifeless form cradled in a charred Chosen's arms that held the majority of my attention....and broke my heart to screaming shards of agonised emotion...no...the only word that came to my tongue, over and over...spilling kisses to the soot blackened skin of Khaos' little face as I take our son from Maia's delicate arms, her whole body sobbing, crumpling under the weight of her distress and half leaning to my shoulder in a bid to stay upright...Fuck, dont lean on me...my knees are barely keeping me off the floor, so ready to hit the deck that your hands lifting our son from the trembling embrace of my arms is a relief...if I fall, I dont want him hurt....leather to marble tiles comes too soon for my mind to register the drop, a scrabble of tiny arms latched to my neck in a shuffle of bare feet before I'm even fully down...Xsykhe...our daughter flung into my arms in a now wailing assault of raven hair and body heaving sobs that wrack her little scorched form with violent tears* shhh.....*my hand soothes down her spine, wrapping her close as my eyes flick up to the shivering Chosen* What the fuck happened? *inching Xsykhe back from her death grip on my neck, frantic eyes check for injury, but only the black of the smoke mars her pale skin and as the Chosen rambles off broken sentences, the story unfolds in the guilty tear crystalled diamond of our daughter's eyes...fuck....anger, it was all because of a tantrum? Fighting as siblings do, over Xsy's skelanimal, a torn plushie limb a terrible casualty to our little female, that lit off...what the Chosen could only describe as sunlight, setting up the leather of the couch as a pyre for our daughter's temper and lighting the suite up in a blaze of roaring flames* fuck....*brushing tears from Xsykhe's eyes, the Chosen coughed out one last bit of panicked information before she fell into her sobbing again...the reason our son was laid out, the reason he wasnt moving, wasnt responding...was because his tiny body had been Xsy's shield as the fire raged and I cant even breathe as she whimpers her 'I'm sorry's' to the curve of my neck, a fumbled tumble of apology falling from her lips* V is he breathing? Just please tell me he's breathing....*bitten words, restraining tears I couldnt afford as Xsy is lifted into my arms in a stand shift, silent prayers rise to the Scribe Virgin with the haze of smoke lifting terror to the sky*

{On my knees, focus zeroing in on Khaos, the conversation between Tory and the Chosen filtering into my consciousness even as I clear his airway, lips sealed to his to deliver a rescue breath to fire seared lungs, the pads of my fingers seeking out the pulsing evidence of life at his carotid...and there it is..weak, thready, but a definite rhythmic displacement that kicks my own heart into a pathetic hammerbeat of hope, head whipping round to pin the females with a hard diamond stare, words spoken with grim authority} He's breathing {just..} We need to get him to Havers Tory..we need to get them all to Havers...right fucking now, true {already bundling Khaos back into my arms, rising up from my knees...we can't demat with the young... the inferno inside a deathtrap...the only way out the steel fire escape clinging to the vertiginously sheer walls of the Commodore} Can you walk, Chosen? Or should I carry you down? {the female finds her feet and we are scaling our way down the dizzying zig-zag of steel-framed ladders at breakneck fucking speed to the soundtrack of the squealing fire trucks swarming below like Khaos' toy car collection and the howling wind that beats our clothes to our bodies with icy hands that would make you long for the searing heat of the inferno blazing above our heads..the Penthouse reduced to smouldering ash... meaningless.. irrelevant.. my life is in my arms and in the souls clambering for their lives, shielded by the mhis from human attention as we make for the Escalade waiting below to get us to Havers..........}

Four Years Later

{The density of my warrior frame and weapon-laden leathers gradually take form on the balcony of the Penthouse, a hulking shadow, diamond sights trained on the chaotic mess beyond the glass sliders, hundreds of little footprints marring the high polish shine of the marble...not even Fritz could keep pace with the twins once they'd mastered the 'one foot in front of the other' routine, a size fourteen shitkicker narrowly missing crushing one of the many brightly coloured toys strewn across the Penthouse floor. Wild, wonderful creatures, they fought like..well, like brother and sister, insanely competitive..but in spite of it all, when the shutters came up for the night, Tory and I inevitably found them curled up together like yin and yang, one or other of them having crept into the other's bed while we slept. Happy, healthy, normal young....secretly, I hoped, prayed that Xsykhe's diamond eyes were the only genetic trait they'd inherited from me, but damn, that freakish flamethrower episode with the Omega gnawed at the back of my mind...and Khaos' glowing touch jump-starting Xsykhe's breathing..that was no apparition, true..Stepping inside, the assault comes at me from two directions, a stampeding charge of little bodies barreling into me with a force belying their insubstantial weight, each hauled up one powerful arm, Xsykhe's raven hair whipping my shoulder, the surgically attached skelanimal plushie she called Meggy, Tory's pet name for the Omega, dangling from one hand, Khaos' spiky mop mussed in gloved fingers to husky laughter as the second wave of assault, the verbal battering, hits DEFCON 5, regaling me with the nights adventures playing warriors and lessers... a sobering reminder of the war with the Lessening Society that raged on despite the passing of years...years measured in childhood milestones, first smiles, first shaky steps, first words uttered...more reason that ever to fight, motivations condensed to crystal diamond clarity.. protecting Tory and the young she nurtured with a fierce love that rivaled even the titanium bonds cleaving us together} <<Mahmen says we can go to the Sauce'tist Cera'money if you say yes....say yes, daddy..say yes..SAY YES!!!>> {It's Xsykhe who speaks, but the 'say yes' is chanted in stereo, a begging mantra... pleading diamond eyes dancing with excitement, uncannily like my own, but reflecting an innocence mine had never known. 


The Winter Solstice..longest night of the year. Damn, last time Wrath tried to resurrect this old country, ceremonial bull-shit, the Lessers went all Snow fucking White, planning to take out the entire race with arsenic flavoured apples...and then there was Wellsie....fuck.... yeah...not exactly a Kodak moment for the Brotherhood, true... but for the young, the apple festival was the closest thing they had to a Christmas. Try explaining to a four-year old bombarded by Santa and Rudolph and all the paraphernalia why they don't get to celebrate...shit.. just imagining the convo in my head 'So, children, in their lexicon, Christmas celebrates the birth of the son of God, born to save the world from sin and help end suffering, while in our world, the son of the Scribe Virgin is...yeah...that would be me...and I came to show the world inventive new ways of sinning and suffering, reneged my responsibility to become Primale, passed the buck to my Brother, Rapunzel and mated your Mahmen instead..and that, children is how you came to be... Yeah. So not getting into that grim Brothers fairy tale, true... so against better judgement I find myself surrendering to the pleading with a tight smile} Yeah, we can go to the Solstice... maybe Nalla will let you try on her pink dresses, Xsy, true {Xsykhe's scowl is razor sharp, her little fist swatting the plushie across my pecs...damn, so like her Mahmen, who has just emerged from the bedroom looking hot as hellfire in tight leathers and one of my oversized shirts, propping up the door frame with a smirk of devilish amusement} <<I. Hate. Pink>> {barked laughter flooding the Penthouse as the young clamber down from my arms, racing across the marble to share their victory with Tory} 

Closure

{The drive back to the Penthouse in Fritz' borrowed merc with Tory was a loaded fucking affair, the air charged with unvoiced tensions, like a current of highly combustible energy flowing between us. Instead of taking the edge off, the 'episode' in the mansion's coat room had only served to stir the slumbering beast, the cravings, the need for control, the addictive rush of pleasure pain, bloodshed and screams and fucking and the power of pounding releases...mating, bonding with Tory hadn't changed that, merely who I wanted it from, true.. the events of the past few days scratching around in my head like rats, gnawing, banging around under my skin, a tension brewing violence, needing a release valve, cutting a look to the concealed door of the Chapel, leather jacket and weapons tossed in a pile on our mated bed, black shirt peeled off carved shoulders, tension pulling my spine taut, humming through my veins as I wait for Tory to settle the young}
*There was no ignoring it, the dark eroticism that spread out in an enveloping scent of blooming spices from V, the air taut with an energy that trembled with lightning whenever we touch, it had been hell in the confines of the car, V a beacon that drew my hands to touch, dared my tongue to taste, but they'd fisted in the silk skirt of my dress instead, leaving him unmolested, his taste still filling my head with the vibrancy of wild arousal and switching up my brain to hear only the primal drumbeat of passion in my soul, even as my hands cradle tiny sleepy young, the female in me is with V. The mahmen tending her babies, basking in their little lives and settling them back while a storm brews in the other half of me, V too close to ignore,  a fire on the other side of the wall licking scorching desire and pent up sexual flames over the paintwork, searing through to stroke over my skin...emerald eyes dark with a vivid glow of hunger, devour the wax striped skin of V's chest, heavy muscle painted with red, bare golden flesh exposed, to be tasted, to be clawed, marked, bitten...fuck! Barely managing the few steps that would actually take me through the open door, my words are breathy, purred into the tension riding V* They're asleep...
{Still as a predator, lying in wait, heart pounding out silent seconds against my ribs, thrumming a beat in my veins..and then you're walking through the door, the briefest lock of gazes...ambushed, fast as a lightning strike, your body spun on a dime, completely overpowered, gloved hand at your throat, jerking your ear to my goatee'd lips, a powerful forearm bracing your ass back against the thick grinding ridge of my erection, frogmarching you through the chapel door, the sole of my shitkicker slamming it shut, closing us into the edgy darkness, permeated with the scents of leather, wax and sex..}
*left gasping for air, my body meets hard wall in a blurring spin of hard edged male and the drugging scent of violent possession, overwhelmed by powerful muscle and pinned, locked to the iron length of your arousal grinding into the soft curves of my ass...and I'm lost, my head falling back, opening up to the insane arousal beating my body to lithe lines of need, wired into the goddamn pleasure socket and sparking off the touches, hardly aware of anything...not the movement, not the darkness, the scents of sex, wax and steel overpowered by the intoxication of exotic velvet spice...gone, slave to my desire, surrendering to the carnal fire surging over us...until a clink, the barest brush of metal singing links to hot flesh in a cool kiss, stroking chains over my shoulder and powering up a fight instinct that lashes my hair back in a hard-hitting slam to your sternum, the darkness giving way to the concrete prison of the abattoir, restraints stealing from the ceiling to threaten a suspension my mind isnt ready to accept, a frantic clawing raking at your forearms* No!!
No? {fuck me..the image in your brain...HIS fucking face..looms up out of the dark shadows of my consciousness, the acrid scent of your terror burning my lungs, wheeling you about face to pin you with the weight of sharp diamond eyes, candles sputtering into flame, spilling flickers of light into the confined space, lips thinned out to a hard line, curled off extended fangs, a pumping growl rising up out of my chest, heat, erotic bonded male aggression pouring off my huge body in waves, your jaw gripped in a claw of leather, thumb dragged over your lower lip, voice tight} You brought HIM here Tory?
 I....*Locked to your gaze, your diamond eyes are alight with...anger? I cant formulate words, wont apologise for something I have no control over, the images in my head bright with a terror that bleeds from my pores and blends with the aggression curling from the tight wound muscle of your body...I didnt mean no, not to you, never to you, but HE filled my body with a chill at the touch of chains, my wrists ache in memory, and I am frozen in the face of your question, the sex riding in every inch of your warrior form laced with erotic tension, an edge of violence crawling insidious through the dark desire...Fuck...fire and fucking ice war for dominance in curves leaning into your touch, and as emerald eyes pin diamond in the light of my emotions, I am not the only one fighting someone else here...not the only one fighting the cold of recent memories...voice hardening, my tongue absently sweeping the path of your thumb* And YOU brought HIM here?
{Jee-zus... the loaded silence is filled with the sounds of steel doors slamming down, titanium cages locking tight around deep stashed emotions..so not fucking going there..stock still..the muscle tic working at the angle of my jaw the only betrayal of the tension drawing tight lines through my body, diamond eyes boring heat into you and fuck but the defiance in your voice has my cock pounding hard, straining against the fly of my leathers, my words spoken roughly} You think you know my demons Tory? Think you can take them on? {gloved hand dropped from your face, reaching up, wrists winding around the thick chains suspended from the ceiling, palms, one calloused, one gloved, curling a grip on the cold steel links, forearms and biceps tight, chest and neck corded, testing the tension in the chains, shitkickers planted wide, the challenge ringing clear in my words} Have at it Tory...
What? *Pretty sure my jaw hits the floor as you band yourself in chains and set yourself up before me like a portrait of warrior masculinity, muscle and tension ridden up in taut cords of power under smooth skin...I know your demons, maybe not as friendly with them as you are, but we shook hands, in the nightmares I glimpse, in the nightmare I was forced to kneel in a fucking circle of your past tormentors, forced to watch your torture, to live it...You think I dont know? Pissed off is a shadow of the feelings boiling under my skin, a dark blended cocktail of lust and anger rising in a flush of arousal that has me taking you up on your offer in a curl of fingers to closest handle...I like fire, the candles flickering in my peripheral invoking the heat of the cloakroom session and curving a wicked curl to my lips...I never quite got to colour you properly...but first...my wrist lashes out, carving a line of pain across your chest with the black barbed crop, a sliver of red at first, spreading webbed lines of erratically precise strikes with each draw back lining you with the prison bars that are so fixed around your memories, releasing them to the outside so they can hurt, bleeding crimson welts in fast lashing, rapid flicking motions, no chance to breathe, my assault is quick, unrelenting, the dare in your voice unleashing a madness of furious female to your flesh in cracking leather kisses, dragging your internal agony to the surface and layering you with the razor black slashes of perfect lined passion* How am I doing, V? *another crack, lower, slicing the hide of your leathers across your thighs to bleeding brilliance* Can I take them now?!!
Fuck!! {biting out a hiss as you lay the crop to my flesh in a harsh slash of bright white agony, fangs punching down from my jaw to puncture my lip, spine bowing into the relentless, lashing assault, a lattice of barbed, scoring welts, knees buckling, weight drawn down through the tension of the clanging chains with every stinging bite that flays my skin raw, muscles standing out in ripped cords, snarls bubbling up in my throat, screams sucked back in ragged indraws of breath, every lash ripping into me with strikes of pleasure pain, spurring on the adrenaline fueled high that fires up the sensory receptors in my brain, shooting south into the rock-hard shaft of my cock, lids peeled open to pin you with hard defiance, growling out lust graveled words} That all you've got Tory? More!!
Fuck...*low hissed curses the soundtrack to the heavy lashing laying you bloody and arching in a death grip on hanging chains, the clinking sing of metal overridden by growls, my purrs, the smack of leather biting into smooth flesh and filling the air with the beautiful scent of our dark passion, so fucking beautiful...wound up tight, grinding a suspended thrill of pain in the midst of wicked lashes, flaying you raw...I cant deny you more...I should, prolong the torture until you're begging instead of demanding, but I am slave to my own desires, to the unfinished business that left a candle snuffed out on the floor of a cloakroom...letting you breathe, snarling breaths that they are, my hand closes for the second time this night around the pillar of a candle, leathers torn in a strip that rends the fastening useless and freeing your cock to the waiting lick of a dancing flame. No warning, no prelude, I give you more. Touching the flicker of hot golden light to the underside of your shaft in a long, single stroke, base to tip, my wrist tilts, circling the blunt head of your erection in a molten crown of searing wax, wicked delight written in the curve of my smile as your body bucks uncontrollably, a visceral cry deafening me with your ecstasy as I play the flame to rim your tip...if my tongue was involved, the flame is taking its path, dancing a curl of fire around your shaft, a spiral of pain circling to the hilt, dipping to lick your most delicate skin with its burning caress, silver scars seared to black with wax* More? *this game is no longer a game, no longer a dare, it is passion alight with pyromaniac sadism and exorcising masochism, a possessive, branding love fighting to rein in the demons that surge over us both...the candle rains down liquid fire* V?
Fuck...{breaths coming in animal growls of anticipation, craving the tension, the conflict, drunk on the heightened sensitivity, tracking the path of the flame in your hand, the terror enticing, thrilling, massively fucking arousing and then FUCK!!! my cock jerks, the flame licking a caress of intense heat over my more intimate skin, molars ground together on a hiss, torqueing in the grip on the chains as my body spasms, the inked warnings around my scarred groin stretching, the fire dancing erotic heat in diamond eyes, riveted to the hypnotic flame, breath held as your wrist tilts the lit wick towards the floor, a black tear of wax slipping free from the molten crater, unable to drag my eyes from the sight as it free falls, streaking splashes of searing, liquid agony on my shaft that all but drops me to the fucking floor...fuckfuckfuck...the past and the present mixed in an alchemy ignited by the adrenaline surging though my veins, pumping animal lust, beautiful fucking perversion, the sensory overload too much, tripping the inner switch on my control, with a quick jerk I am free of the chains, the candle flung from your palm as I sling you around in a hard tackle that body slams you to the edge of the rack, my hulking frame pinning you at the nape and at your ass, growling at your ear} Yes more Tory...arms behind you..{not waiting for a response, your wrists manacled behind you in my gloved hand, metal chain links churning as I tighten the leather fastenings, dragging tension through the chains until your arms are suspended, locking your head forward, forcing your chest down onto the rack, your cheek mashed into the worn surface, the silk skirts of your dress torn from the corseted top to reveal the lush rounds of your ass, the leather of my palm cracking down hard across your porcelain skin, the iron ridge of my cock ground to the tender flesh, words snarled, distorted by dagger fangs} You know what I want Tory..and if you don't give it, I will take it, feel me?
*in a second I am unarmed, candle sent scattering over the floor to extinguish it's flame in a lonely hiss, ripped from your skin and bereft, pooling wax to stain marble tiles...but I am far from bereft, your body a powerhouse slamming me to the hard ruined surface of the rack with no warning, yanking my hands back in an angle of suspension, bound in leather, supported by chains, you are both a threat and a promise growling at my ear with full blown male arousal...bordering violence, your dominance thrills me, forces the feminine side of me to submit, to give over everything to the authority you hold over my soul...dares the warrior in me to surrender on the altar of our love and let you take me to new realms of agonised ecstasy...hips crushed painfully to the edge of the rack, breasts mashed under our weight, I am pinned completely and utterly at the mercy of the strike of your hand as it spears me with a jolt of stinging pleasure, silk nothing but a scrap in the face of your hunger, long gone, leaving me encased in the bones of a corset and breathless, waiting, your arousal heavy steel velvet pushing at the molten folds of my core as your words snarl out and an answer is growl-purred to the sultry scented atmosphere* It's yours...everything, all of me...take it, I'm yours...*leather and callused skin parts my thighs in a rough grip, bruising inner skin as you drag me wide and my ass kicks up, instinctive animal, a writhe of curves begging silently for the threat you are...YES FUCK!!!! Brutally thick, you are inside me before another thought can slip through my mind, ripping my breath from my lungs in a slamming impact that pounds you through the molten fisted channel of my core, a reaming, violent invasion forcing my body to take all of you into the liquid fire depths of my soul...passion incandescent on my skin, my screams are a symphony of ecstasy* Fuck! Take! More!
 Fuck yes..{this is sex on the edge, hard cornered, twisted and demanding, no quarter given, none begged, agony and  ecstasy synonymous, shitkickers braced at your heels, splitting your thighs wide, a fist knotted in your hair, craning your neck, my body a massive, pistoning machine of solid, flexing muscle, pounding you raw with deep-penetrating, flesh slapping fuck thrusts, piledriving you into the rack, the tension in the chains testing the sockets of your joints, bonding scent roaring, my wrist snapping that barbed crop across the soft mounds of your ass, raising crimson welted stripes, my brand in your skin that will last for days and leave you wet with stinging memories of this rough possession, your cries and whimpers only fueling my passion, slamming home, the bonded animal staking its claim, erotic tension mounting with every brutal thrust...I need to come inside you..deep inside you..but I need to know it's me and only me inside your head when you detonate, snarling words accented by brutal lashes} Say my fucking name Tory..I want to hear you say it..
*I can barely think and you want me to talk? Coherency out of the window, smashed into smithereens by every fuck thrust bruising the rounds of my ass with every hip-locking collision, every strike letting my blood run down the back of my thigh in a hot pattern of primal lust...Fuck...agony, sheer agony blinded through with the crashing waves of a violently euphoric blast of sensation...you are so deep, pistoning past my limits to kick into my very soul, gliding a battering ram through rings of contracting fluctuating muscle, glossing each drilling drive of your shaft through my tight sex in the exquisite honey of my arousal...So. Fucking. Close. Like a coil, corkscrewing in my lower body, twisting a harsh ache, my orgasm is boiling up in a hot surge that escalates my whimpers to helpless mewling purrs, grinding back desperately to meet the heavy slapping, skin smacking strokes that pound against the raw, welted flesh of my ass, demanding more strokes with the curve of my spine, bolted through with each lash...and then your words trigger off the tension wound up in my core, sending me into a careening spin of unfurling ecstasy that rips my soul into screams of bliss, your name at the epicentre of the storm of sound and scents, the thundering of my heart eclipsed by the lightning orgasmic explosions that arch me back into the rein of your fist, yanking me wildly in the embrace of chains and howling my pleasure to the dark room, sparking up the candle flames, the glow heating porcelain skin with the flush of primitive passion* VISHOUS!
Fuck yes TORY!!! {I think my brain is fucking exploding, my body a rigid wall of flexed warrior muscle at your back, seized by the force rocking through me like a nuclear fucking meltdown as I orgasm hard, the thick girth of my cock jerking inside you, spilling the molten brand of my release in hot, surging jets, hands fisting your hair and clawing a bruising purchase on your hip as my shaft is milked by the rhythmic, shuddering pulses of your core, a savage catharsis of pent up tension washed away the crashing surf of mind blowing emotional release, all the fucked up, unvoiced stressors getting dusted in this one gloriously depraved session of blood and wax and orgasms} God, I fucking love you Tory...    
  *breath heaving through exhausted, raw from screaming lungs in ragged gasping whimpers, your ecstasy flipping me over the edge again, to fall into ripples of mini shocks that quake my core around the punching drive of your cock, a violent orgasmic union of blood and fire, pain and sublime pleasure, exquisitely dark as the jets of your bliss burn molten in the clenching channel of my core, overflowing our arousal to slick the backs of my thighs in a communion of desire* Fuck V....I fucking love you too....*the sound of chains would now only ever bring this to my mind, the merciless bliss an agony few could bare, so fucking wet, so sated in our dark haven, I can barely blink, let alone talk and a flex of power is a mere whisper of strength closing the DM door and sealing us to rest in our erotic scented sanctuary*

Hors D'Oeuvres

*We dont want to be here. Brotherhood celebrations give us both the itch, Wrath eyeing us like V is about to whip out a collar and leash and parade me around...yeah, Kingy, it's not fucking Crufts...the collar is for...private. Either that or he's expecting Vishous to start slitting throats left, right and centre...and call me paranoid, but he's not the only one watching us warily. If the party had been for anyone other than Fritz, and his heartbreaking obsession with keeping Darius' very human Halloween traditions alive, I'd still have V pressed back against a wall, curves half changed into sleek corseted black gown, my mouth wrapped around his cock, his hips pumping him deep into the back of my throat as his growls ripped through the air. But the annoying rhythmic knock tapping out an interruption on the door of the guest room had put a stop to the winding caress of my tongue, calling us away from blissful release and clothing us in the masquerade attire Fritz had kindly brought when we could have been dressed in the fragrant bloom of dark spices, sex and sweat...fuck it...images swarm and blur, a wild fantasy of memories, a moving collage of hot writhing limbs, flexing muscle, smooth, sweat-sheened skin glittering with the flicker of candlelight, superimposed over the gothic transformation the grand room had undergone, eerie, seductive, well made for stereotypical creatures of the night, the others, Brothers their shellans, invisible as I wander the room, gaze locked to Vishous, the slightest glance from diamond eyes darting lust down my spine in a maddening swell of molten desire, flowing between my thighs...and my tongue discreetly wets suddenly dry lips...yeah...fuck it...our company nothing, not even the entrance of a flame haired Laea in an exquisite fiery gown could derail my decision...deep in conversation with Wrath, it takes only a slight shift of my position to halt V's train of thought, the delicate arch of my eyebrow, the slow seductive glint of fangs piercing lower lip an invitation few could misinterpret...but I only want one to answer....*

{Wrath's lips are set in a cruel slash as I dish out the four one one on the Cop Tory and I ran into, but truth is, my mind is a million fucking miles from what went down with that CPD detective..so juiced up, body tense as a high-voltage cable, the hard ridge of my cock pounding against the fly of my leathers as I scan the room...Jesus, Fritz loved the mansion like she was his old lady, and decked out in all her Gothic finery, she was magnificent to behold, thousands of candles, a sea of flames reflecting off cut glass and mirror polished surfaces, hooded eyes seeking out the brightest jewel in the room..yup.. I am totally macking on that female in the black dress as she walks the foyer... Tory never wears dresses, and the way it clings to her curves..death and fucking seduction, true, diamond eyes like a charmed cobra, mesmerised by the sway of voluptuous hips...an erotic thirst that needs slaking and fuck, when you turns to look at me, eyes feline emerald behind that mask..yeah..that mask strokes at the dark, erotic parts of my brain the seam...it's erotic fucking spontaneous combustion chemistry. That look in your eyes the ocular equivalent of a big fucking come hither. Muttered excuses to Wrath, shitkickers surrendered to the draw of pure animal magnetism leading me to you}

*You're mine, and totally on board. No words, primal, carnal communication translated in the current of electric desire arcing between our bodies, drawing you from your conversation with the wildly flashing beacon of my need, so brightly lit up with arousal I'm surprised there are still shadows in the room at all....backing up, emeralds blazing under ebony lashes, pure devilish lust seeking to claim you, to finish what we started, even if it's in a fucking closet. Everyone else was eating, talking, doggen milling about happy to be of service...no one notices the adjoining door shut and lock, enclosing us in the neat sorted space...more a cloakroom than closet, but away, private. Locked to the glowing ethereal diamond fire in your eyes, I sink to my knees, a slow, sensuous drop bowing me before you in a loving worship, fingers quick, popping the button on your leathers, dragging the zipper down softly clicking metal teeth on an audible hiss....and that's not the only sound...the carefully cradled black pillar candle sputters as a slight dip connects wax and fire in an unholy union of painful anticipated pleasure, drawn from behind my back with a low purred* I'm going to paint you, V

{drawn on the seductive leash of your gaze, mirroring your backward steps until we are ducking inside the door of the cloakroom, a soft snick closing us into the confined space, your palms flat to my pecs, backing me up into a wall of rough hide leathers and the soft, thick fur of a sable duster, male scents and perfumes permeating the air, the scents of my brothers stirring up all kinds of feral, bonded male instincts inside of me. A hiss sounding out as you sink to your knees and I can't tell if it came from between my own gritted molars or from the flame of the candle glinting off the emerald facets of your eyes, aglow with wicked intent behind that filigree mask, a low growl slipping through extended fangs, the thick shaft of my aching arousal freed from the tight bondage of my leathers, diamond eyes locked on the molten wax threat gripped in your hand, the corners of my mouth pulling up in a half grin, voice gravelled by lust} you are playing with fire Tory.. {eyes darting to the door, the noise of the party leaking through in chaotic murmurs} what if somebody comes in? {quirking a brow, my smile spreading wider to reveal glinting fangs}

Then we'll hide...*my shoulder brushing the hem of a jacket, stroked over by hanging fabrics as my mouth moves to the muscled line of your hip, feathering over your skin, tasting inches of warm golden velvet flesh with fanged bites and the silky brush of whispering lips* or...*hand raising the black pillar of the candle to hover just above your navel* We'll set them on fire....*a tip of my wrist, practiced, measuring the pour of molten wax spilling down ripped abs to sear the heat of my passion in scorching droplets to your body, marking you with teasing blotches of bone deep burning* Beautiful *Bold ink casting stark warnings around your groin, melts under the heat of a reverent tongue, a softer contrasting burn to the liberally splashed wax fluttered over your skin with each lapping stroke as my free hand shoves at your leathers clawing them down your thighs so I can reach every character, every threat permanently marked into your flesh, slow in my exploration, generous with the patterning of pain dropped along the line of your hip, splashed to the tensed column of your thigh, as though there aren’t warriors and females on the other side of the door, tasting every black line of your ink with tender care before I douse them in the wildness of vicious arousal, my passion a fire in the hiss of the candle*

FUCK!!! {biting out the words on a ragged hiss of air, head kicked back into the heavy pelt of sable as my spine arches, palms splayed back against the wood panelled wall of the cloakroom} you make me fucking burn, Tory {the wax splashes blistering, exquisite agony over my skin, thigh muscles rigid as the rivers of searing ecstasy pour down the lines of inked warning, lashing me with unbearable red heat that hardens, pulling my skin taut, unravelling my control, molten lust swarming my senses, my pulse pounding in the shaft of my rock-hard arousal, breathing raw, struggling against the overwhelming urge to roar my pleasure, fangs punching ragged holes in the flesh of my lower lip to gag my screams} 


*Fuck...I want your screams...I want you as you were, deep in my throat, taking your pleasure from my mouth with loud growling cries of ultimate masculine surrender...MINE...my tongue sneaks out, kittenish flickers tracking silvery scars gentle fingers cupping and stroking your sac as I play over the evidence of a brutal past with intimate kisses. The wax all but branded to your skin, only faint trickles of pain grace sensitive flesh with the next tip of my hand, the flame danced up your inner thigh as the thrumming sounds of your agonised pleasure spur me on, urging me higher, to bite sucking kisses to the thickly veined length of your shaft, dragging fangs down silken sheath, glossing steel in the wet heat of a hungry mouth, an assault of devouring suction and harsh nipping hums, taking inches on short retreats, bathing you in tight contracting muscle as you tip the back of my throat, an alternating rhythm that has your hands jerking at my hair, your hips thrusting through your control...Fuck yes!! You are mine, steel velvet on my tongue, my soul in my eyes*

Ahhh fuck!!! {Sensory fucking overload.. the molten firebrand of the wax replaced by the deliciously insane torture of your velvet tongue, teasing licks slaking over the delicate, scarred skin of my sac, blood red lips flirting with the blunt head of my arousal, shaping the thickly ridged column of the throbbing shaft, riding glossy, wet heat down every rock-hard inch, the threat of razor points skimming the vellum soft skin that sheaths the steely core, riding shivers of raw, carnal pleasure down my bowed spine, breathing in growled pants, fisting handfuls of your silken hair in a battle to maintain the control that slips with every tight suctioning draw and retreat of your mouth, tantalizing shallow sucks alternating with deep, enveloping plunges that kiss the sensitive head of my cock to the limits of your throat..a head-rush of exquisite pleasure, diamond eyes transfixed on the erotic sight of your lips wrapped around my thick girth, a mind-blowing twist and suck that has my hips rolling rhythmically on a primitive, fuck-thrusting instinct, so fucking powerful on your knees you own me, body, heart, mind and soul... FUCK!! latching onto the emerald glow of your eyes as your throat constricts, growled hums vibrating chills through the corded muscles of my body that ratchet up the sexual tension to a fevered, teeming frenzy of fierce passion...I'm right on the fucking edge...bonding scent pulsing off my sweat sheened skin infusing the cloakroom with dark, exotic spices, my eyes pleading, begging permission for release for this blinding torture}

*teasing, tormenting, working your cock deeper with every cushioning glide to your hilt, swallowing inches in fisting purrs and as your hips swing free, your hands rein into my hair, a desperate bid for more, pleading, in the hurricane of sensation, fucking my mouth with a hungry striving pace, kissing through the sucking rake of pearly blades with hisses of pain fuelled ecstasy, the muscles of your ass flexing and bunching in the clawing grip of my hands with each powerful stroke, candle long extinguished and forgotten...and I fucking love you...I love you unleashed, unbound, completely revealed and feral before me, seeking the depths of my soul with your passion and feeding me everything you have...every thick iron inch slipping past my lips in a frenetic tempo of mounting climactic energy, lightning sparking over my skin, my desire dripping honey over the swollen folds of my sex, my lust wildly awakened, never sleeping, forever embers ready to be stoked by your touch, your voice, your scent..we are eternal in our passion, our desire never wavering, our hearts entwined, enshrined in the pure emotion of our souls' connection, the bond that allows you to give yourself over to me, that lets you trust me, that gives me the overwhelming desire to kneel before you and bring you to ecstasy over and over, trusting you to protect me, both vulnerable, both stronger together, exquisite in our union...my mouth rides silky glides of velvet curling tongue and flickering licks, warm breath running cool to the oversensitive, hot crown of your cock... drilled to the hilt, your shaft punching deep, I can only growl and beg with the tear shimmering facets of an emerald coloured soul for you to come for me*

{Fuck I AM UNDONE...the mutilated, ugly skin of my sex revered with the kiss of a lover, the violence of your love felt in every erotic chill inflicted by the velvet draw of your mouth, shitkickers planted wide, leathers riding low on rigid thighs as the delicious rake of your nails over the flexed muscles of my ass sends me barreling into screaming ecstasy hips bucking, fists reining your hair to thrust my cock deeper into the hot vice of your mouth, surging hots jets of molten ecstasy down your throat, bloody rivulets welling from the punctures of fangs, stifling the roar building in my chest, my body lit up with lightning passion, quaking with the intensity of my release, crystal tears burning diamond eyes locked onto the emerald depths of yours, my anchor in the eye of a climactic storm, hoarse words barked out, oblivious to the party that continues just beyond the closet door} I fucking love you Tory...Fucking MINE!!!

*I am lost....caught up in the crashing storm of mounting ecstasy, my palm clamped tight in the intimate apex of my thighs dipped under my dress to stroke and ease the throbbing insanity of arousal, circling the tiny bead of my pleasure in fast rapid touches, matching you thrust for thrust, synching our wild rhythm, you in my throat, controlling me now, guiding my strokes to a frantic tempo, my fingers penetrating the well of my lust...my body tight, your muscles corded under a glimmer of sweat, poised, teetering...my fangs slice down on a deep kicking thrust, my hand clamps hard, heel working at my clit...and we're unravelling in violent screaming roars that no soundproof room could contain let alone a flimsy mahogany door, your climax bolting through us both in surging pulses of liquid fire, pleasure soaking my fingers in hot honey as you come apart in my throat, bathing the swallowing caressing embrace of tight muscle in the molten wash of masculine ecstasy, potent, pure euphoria on my tongue, stringing us both taut in the gripping throes of rapturous completion, soaring, falling, cresting the swells of crazed emotion and orgasmic energy shivering shocks of bliss to hypersensitive pleasure centres and flooring us in the ultimate union, the wildest, most primitive connection sealing our souls, racing through our hearts and leaving me panting at your feet, catching lingering drops of your pleasure from whimper parted lips* Fuck...I fucking love you, V...my soul, my hellren, my love, my air, my everything...

{Clearing the gravel from my scream raw throat, light in my shitkickers as we stumble stride out of the intoxicating haven of the mansion cloakroom, all those scents supplanted by the heady fragrance of male possession, husky laughter ,deep-edged with delirium, barely stifled as we meet the masked faces of the assembled throng, wide eyed with shock..fucking priceless, true..doggen, glymera, shellans, brothers..all eyes trained on the door as we emerge, their jaws slack as you tame your mussed hair with a slow lick over glossed lips and gloved fingers rearrange the zipper of my leathers, blood swiped from fang punctured lips on the back of my free hand as you lean into Fritz's ear to whisper a little too loudly} 'Wonderful party Fritz...the hors d'oeuvres...simply delicious' {wicked emeralds glinting up at me with a knowing look, those tangled midnight curls fisted to plant a kiss of raw, possessed passion to your swollen lips..right there in front of the peanut gallery of rubber-neckers, goatee'd mouth brushing your ear with whispered promises of the erotic tortures that awaited you in the Penthouse when we got home} Let's blow this fucking joint Tory......