Havermouth, Present TimeTalen lifted Rhett’s t-shirt from him, and the cloth tugged Rhett’s hair free of the tie he’d used to catch it back from his face. He’d be searching for that later, Rhett thought ruefully as he emerged from the top with his hair tumbling around his face, as there was no longer an unlimited supply of the f-king things. However, he wasn’t about to interrupt the vampire undressing him in pursuit of an escaped hair tie, and so he reached up to scrape his hair back from his face.“Hmm,” Talen touched the biceps that had bunched in Rhett’s motion and the stroked down the centerline of Rhett’s body. “You have lost weight, dokkalfar.”Rhett tucked his chin to his chest to look down at himself. “Yeah, between being sick from the bite, and then the gym…” He agreed. “But I think we’re all a bit on the lean side at the moment,” he added defensively.“True,” Talen’s fingers dug into Rhett’s hair cupping his skull, and drawing him to him. “Something we have to work on. None
Havermouth, Present Time“Come here little demon,” Talen sat with his back against the wall and patted his lap and Cameron scooped Aislen up in his arms, crawling the couple of steps to deposit her onto Talen’s lap. Talen stroked his cheek against hers, the bristles that were firmly taking hold of his jaw, slowly turning him back into the man that she had originally met in the pub in what felt so long ago, biting into her skin like miniature vampire teeth, seeking blood.“You’re all raspy, daddy,” she teased him, and he chuckled under his breath. He hooked her knees hooked just above his, spreading her thighs, and encouraging her to lean back against his chest. Cameron did not miss the opportunity sliding forward on his stomach as sinuous and leanly muscled as a snake, kissing his way up her inner thighs as he nudged their legs wider with his shoulders.The contact with both of her mates flooded her mind with their thoughts, and she welcomed their presence as she had in the car. Separ
Havermouth, Present TimeMeguitte lay on her side of the table staring up at the ceiling. The walls between the offices were thin, and the ceiling the suspended foam tile type, the combination of which mean that it seemed that every moan and groan was amplified in their room.She had grown up in a single room hut, where her mother’s bed had been separated by a curtain, and her own bed had been a blanket and cushion before the fireplace. She had never known her father, he had gone before she was old enough to form memories. Died, her mother had officially said, but Meguitte had always suspected that her mother had not known who had sired Meguitte, or had not been married to him, as her mother had always supplemented the income from her midwifery by servicing the husbands of her patients.Men’s bodies had never been unfamiliar to Meguitte as a result as the men who came made no effort to hide their bodies as they dressed to leave. In fact, more than a few had tried to hire Meguitte rath
Havermouth, Present TimeHarry tossed their hair back, rising over Jules in a glory of gold and muscle as they straddled his hips, pinning Jules’ c-ck against his body and grinding into it. Jules moaned, stroking his hands up Harry’s thighs and closing his hand over Harry’s c-ck. Harry laughed, a delighted, breathless sound the rang in the room and they closed their hand over Jules’ gently guiding him and sharing their pleasure.Jules’ was awash in sensation. Harry’s balls were a soft heavy weight on his own and the undersides of their c-cks were pressed tightly together with every rock of Harry’s hips as they rode Jules like a horse, the muscles in their thighs shifting with the movement, and the tails of their hair brushing over Jules’ skin as they lifted their jaw, eyes closing, decadently revelling in their bodies together.There was a tube of lube on the mattress next to Jules’ chest, Harry having generously applied it between them both, the cold of it and the playful grin on Har
Havermouth, Present TimeDan and Greg performed restless patrols of the apartment, the staircase and the roof above, in between spreading their weaponry on the tables and inspecting each piece minutely, keeping themselves busy to cover for their helplessness with Tom. They loved him very much, she thought watching their frequent checks on the third member of their Triquetra and witnessing the tenderness of their touches, the softness of their murmurs, and the emotion behind their eyes.Tom slid in and out of sleep, as she would expect. He had lost a lot of blood, and his body had undergone an amazing amount of trauma. However, the entry wounds were beginning to close, and the exit wounds, when she felt they could risk moving him again, were less grotesque. There would be scarring, but sensation had returned, and, after her attention to his back, Greg and Dan had discretely supplied a bottle for Tom to urinate in, so she was assured that healing within him was progressing.She fed him
Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeIt took time to organize for a royal courtship, Thaelen discovered. Having negotiated the finer points of agreement should Thaelen accept a marriage with Greibron and one of Greibron’s eligible princesses with him, such as trade agreements, borders, dispute resolution, a dowry, and a bride price - which was basically an exchange of gifts between Thaelen and Queen Mariphine - then the courtship itself had to be arranged and orchestrated.A royal artist was sent from Greibron to paint Thaelen’s portrait, and Sigrid sent their own artists back to paint the daughters of Mariphine so that Thaelen could determine which was more to his liking. They would then correspond in writing, sending each other gifts and tokens from their lands to create affection and esteem, before finally travelling to meet one another in person.It was agreed that the meeting would take place in what they had determined would be considered neutral territory, between the base of
Concordia, Seven Hundred Years Before“You have done well,” Thaelen remarked to Sigrid as they descended the mountain. Spread out in the neutral territory between the Concordian mountain range and the newly completed Greibron wall was a sea of tents fluttering brightly colored flags. They had been arranged in a half circle around a central meeting point where much of the entertainment would take place.Towards the Greibron wall, the humans had mirrored Sigrid’s arrangement with their own.The meeting point had been set out like a great hall, with tables and seating to either side of a central aisle leading to a head table. Already the tables were filling as the nobles who had travelled for the festivities gathered to see the meeting between Queen Mariphine and King Thaelen.“Have they arrived?” He wondered. The day was bright, the ocean shimmering, and the air filled with the scents of roasted meat and vegetables. He pulled a face. Over Lord Jermyne’s stay, he had been forced to eat m
Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeThaelen threw back his head and laughed as Harithen stole the flag at the top of the pole, winning the challenge for his team to a roar of approval from the onlookers. He leaned back onto the arm of his throne as the game ended. “He is quite the game player,” he observed to Freanya who was keeping him company during the event.“Harry has always enjoyed games,” Freanya replied turning to look at him as the players congratulated each other. “But he does not always play fair.”“Hmm,” Thaelen was not paying attention, his eyes on the beautiful Harithen. He rose to his feet as the players approached the dais and stepped forward to lean against the elaborately carved balustrade that encircled the platform that had been raised to afford the royal onlookers the best view of the field below.Sigrid, hovering in attendance, brought over the chest with the prizes, standing beside him as he greeted them. He could feel her disapproval rolling off her in waves,