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The Pack's Hybrids Trust Me
Ertonport, One Year BeforeLogan had driven to pick her up and his car was parked on the other side of the street, so they dodged the traffic to get to it. He slid into the car without holding the passenger door for her, and as she rounded the bonnet and opened the door herself, she told herself that she was clinging to old fashioned ideas of courtesy and she couldn’t expect Logan, who been born only decades before, to behave like Thaelen.Logan pulled out into the traffic in a squeal of wheels and honking horns from the drivers he caused to brake abruptly, and he didn’t seem to care or notice, his attention on the road before him. It seemed out of character for him, and she wondered precisely how long they had before he lost control to the Lycan.He ignored the speed limits, racing through the busy city streets, and into the industrial area, heading towards the airport, pausing in order to swipe a card at a gate, tapping his fingers impatiently against the steering wheel as the gate
The Pack's Hybrids Changing Tides
Concordia, Nine Hundred and Fifty Years BeforeThe moon was full overhead, drenching the tangled sheets of the bed with silvered light. Around the edges of the chamber, glass caged wall sconces flickered golden, the shifting light seeming to cause the carved reliefs to move, f-king along with the occupants of the room, amongst the twisted vines, grapes and flowers, the effect emphasized by the drifting incense smoke that had been laced with a mild hallucinogenic.Thaelen groaned as the female acolyte’s tongue probed the slit of his c-ck, seeking to drag from him another orgasm, her hands gently squeezing his balls in encouragement.He heard the shift and splash of water and Gera’s moan as he gave into the bath with the male acolyte.Thaelen needed a bath. His skin was sticky with sweat and cum, his hair matted and plastered to his face, but he was determined to be visited by the Goddess and sought to push his body into a hallucinogenic state through duress. They had been f-king since
The Pack's Hybrids The Annual Raids
Concordia, Nine Hundred and Fifty Years BeforeThe humans did not wake as Thaelen bathed and dressed, pausing to admire his new piercings with an arch of an eyebrow. The things that he did in seeking enlightenment, he thought with amusement. There were aches and raw spots that twinged and complained as he had bathed, and he did not think that he would come for a week within wincing in as much pain as pleasure, but there were quite a few new skills that he had learnt and the new pleasured pain experience was intriguing.He wondered if Gera would enjoy being the recipient of such attention but dismissed the idea. No, not Gera. He would find an acolyte who enjoyed such things to practise on and with.He made his way through the temple, taking the secret passages to the private section of the temple used by acolytes, priests and priestesses and their families. He smiled as he pressed himself against the cold stone wall to allow a swarm of laughing children to run by in a game of chase, be
The Pack's Hybrids The New People
The Coast of Alden, Nine Hundred and Fifty Years BeforeThey came upon the first village at midday, surprising the fishermen in their long, shallow boats who stood up and shaded their eyes with their hands, talking excitedly to each other before beginning to row for shore. The water was a pure, clear azure, and the fish swimming in its waves seemed to leap into the fisher’s nets as they pulled them in.On the edge of sand and forest, their houses were round in shape, the walls formed by logs planted like trees into the earth, and the rooves constructed of overlapping wooden tile. Around the village, the people working, weaving, preparing food, tending to their young stopped to look and marvel.The alarm was slow to spread as Thaelen’s soldiers moved in, their initial response being curious startlement, but the fight was ferocious once they realized they were being attacked. It was over within minutes, most of the villagers subdued and chained, and the sand bright with the blood of tho
The Pack's Hybrids Gera's Cough
The Coast of Alden, Nine Hundred and Fifty Years BeforeThe new slaves improved, and they resumed with their raids, taking ten more small coastal villages and towns until their ships rode low in the water, the cargo holds overflowing with new treasures and slaves.Gera had selected two young women from the holds to serve as Thaelen’s blood slaves, and Thaelen was amused, as Gera’s selection betrayed his jealous ownership of his vampire as clearly as if he had branded it on the women. Whilst both women were beautiful, they were both very much not of Thaelen’s preference, being long limbed, and lean - lacking the lush curves of the goddess.It was difficult to communicate to the terrified women that his drinking from them would not hurt them, and they trembled and begged and shied away from him each time they were brought to him, but they seemed to trust Gera, and gradually, with begrudging dignity, would hold out their wrist to Thaelen, whilst looking away, unwilling to meet his eyes.
The Pack's Hybrids Accepting Mortality
Concordia, Nine Hundred and Fifty Years BeforeGera coughed and sweated his way through the night despite Thaelen giving him blood and using a wet cloth to try to cool him. In the morning, Gera’s eyes were shadowed and sunken, and his breathing whistled in his chest.“Rest,” Thaelen stroked the sweat soaked hair back from Gera’s face.“Thirsty,” Gera croaked, and Thaelen retrieved water from a jug on the table. Gera’s hands shook as he sat up to drink, and Thaelen slid an arm behind him to support him. Coughing again, Gera sloshed water, and Thaelen had to steady his hands.“Drink some more,” Thaelen encouraged, and managed to get most of the cup into his human before easing Gera back down onto the pillows. “How do you feel?” He asked.“I have not felt this unwell since the day we met in Beupraxia’s cells,” Gera sighed.“I remember,” Thaelen wet the cloth and washed Gera’s face.“Half starved and dying,” Gera smiled, his eyes closed. “And then a golden-haired vampire kissed me better
The Pack's Hybrids The Plague
Concordia, Nine Hundred and Fifty Years BeforeThe plague spread with frightening speed amongst any human that had any contact with the new slaves. Meguitte tried desperately to contain it to the harbour and the stronghold, but it leaked out into the city, seeping through the streets and to neighboring strongholds. They did not understand how it did so, how it passed so efficiently between person and person.At some stage, the new slaves also sickened.“I have seen this spoken of before in my mother’s grimoire,” Meguitte said grimly. “I wish that I had it still, but it was long ago burnt. In my mother’s village, there was an illness, a pox. Every year, with the change of season it would return and kill almost everyone who sickened with it, but it grew weaker or the survivors stronger, and soon it was no longer something to be feared, but just a minor inconvenience.“It would have been the same for these new people, Thaelen,” she continued. “Whatever wakes these illnesses would occur,
The Pack's Hybrids The Storm
Concordia, Nine Hundred and Fifty Years BeforeThere was a reason that the vampires raided at certain times of the year. The stretch of ocean between Concordia and the neighbouring continent became treacherous in the wrong seasons. The passage across to the other continent was miserable as a result, spent cramped below deck, or saturated on the slippery deck aiding with adjusting the sails and riggings.They travelled without blood slaves and reached the other shores starved and feral, attacking the villages with a savagery unusual to them. They sated their hunger brutally, reduced to beasts by their thirst, and wasted no time celebrating their conquest or taking valuables from the village. They loaded what food and water they could onto the ship, along with every human, male, female, child, leaving only the sick and elderly behind, before moving on. They took three villages, much closer together than they liked, and turned sail back to Concordia.The slave pens below deck were overcr
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