Vultar’s
Tellianar
X-Rated Version
Part 1
By Beth Wright
Editor: Heather Badgwell
Published by Beth Wright at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Beth Wright
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~On Earth~
Someone turn that stupid sound down. Really, this early in the morning and someone is playing their music that loud. I am going to kick Damon’s butt if he is the one making all this noise. Just because he is the oldest does not give him the right to blare his music so early in the morning.
“Damon! Turn that music down!”
I hear his footsteps as he approaches my door. I hear him mumbling something as he opens my door. He steps into my room and looks down at me with his eyes still half closed from sleep. Grumbling he reaches across the bed to my stand.
“Turn your own alarm clock off next time.”
Even thou he seems upset and still tired he manages to give me a small smile before shutting my door.
“I keep forgetting dad bought me that dang thing.”
I slowly turn to look at the time and sudden realize I am going to be late for work.
“You could have told me what time it was!”
I hear Damon’s laughter as mom steps into my room, “Hey Hunny, time to get up and get dressed for work.”
“Mom how can you possibly be so cheerful this early in the morning.”
She smiles at me as I race around the room grabbing my work uniform and shoes.
“You are not late,” her giggle draws my attention back to her.
I stumble across the floor while pulling my jeans up. Grabbing my alarm clock I show her the face of it, “I need to be there by eight o’clock mother.”
She giggles again, then turns to my father as he enters, “That’s true, Dear, I purposely set your clock one hour ahead,” his smile brightens as I growl and grumble about having a stupid alarm clock.
“This is the best way to make sure you are awake and ready for work.”
“I can drive myself to work Dad.”
He grins as mom starts to brush the knots out of my hair. She chuckles slightly, “Not today, you need to ride to work with Damon.”
“What, why,” I slam my forehead down onto the desk as she continues to brush my long strands.
“Jacob needed to use your car to get to work three hours ago, his wouldn’t start.”
She places the brush down beside me as her arms wrap around my waist, “Plus you and your big brother need some time alone. You two hardly ever talk anymore.”
I sigh as the truth of the matter sets in.
“I guess you are right.”
“Great, I am now babysitting you again?”
Damon remarks as he walks by my door.
I grumble some profound words of threats as I race out to chase him down. As I approach him my little sister giggles as she wraps her little arms around my leg.
“Sissy, will you play with me?”
Her little dimpled smile brings my anger down a notch.
I lightly pull her away from me as I hear Damon’s laughter from downstairs.
“Yeah, Sissy, why don’t you go play dolls with other girls, instead of trying to play with the big boys.”
“Sorry, Marisa, I will play dolls with you later after school.”
Marisa smiles then grabs her schoolbag, she darts down the stairs.
“Damon!”
He chokes on his bagel as I smack his back as hard as I can.
“Don’t die, Old Dog!”
He collects himself then turns to face me, “Who are you calling an Old Dog?”
His hand snakes around my waist and pulls me to him. As I struggle to break free he starts to tickle me as well. My laughter escapes me as his attack continues, “You better watch calling people old.”
“As you wish you Old Dog,” I manage to say in between his tickle attacks.
Dad walks up and stands in front of us, “Alright you two, that’s enough fun for now.”
He pulls me out of Damon’s embrace and starts to tickle me as well.
“So if he is an old dog, then what am I?”
I burst into more laughter as I watch mom grab him from behind, “He is an old man,” she states as his tickle attack ends so that it can begin on her. She pulls away from him slightly as she adds, “Hurry you two eat before he gets you again.”
Damon and I race off to the dining room table we both grab the plate of bacon at the same time. Eyeing each other we decide to play tug of war over the plate. As we both pull the plate towards us across the table Marisa reaches up and grabs the last two pieces of bacon. We both drop the plate and look to her as she smiles innocently back at us. Just as we dive to tickle attack her mother intervenes with a fresh plate of bacon in her hands.
“Honestly. You kids act as if you never get to eat.”
She giggles as father sits and pretends to whine like a dog.
“You on the other hand act like a dog that has never been feed at all.”
He laughs as his hand covers her wrist pulling the plate to him.
“Your right, so feed me woman.”
She gasps then smacks his hand away.
“Wait your turn, Dog.”
He grumbles as his hand edges over to my plate, “Why do they get to eat before me?”
Teasingly he starts to slowly pull a piece of bacon away from my plate. I jump into action and swat his hand away as Damon laughs on.
“What are you laughing about boy?”
His words shock Damon as he pulls two pieces off his plate.
“Alright, Old Man, stop stealing my food.”
He grabs the bacon back just as mom sits down.
“I will sick mom on you.”
Mom giggles as Dad goes to take her bacon, “Don’t even think about it, I will place you in the dog house tonight.”
His jaw drops as he turns to face her, “You wouldn’t dare.”
She eyes him up and down then finally says, “Watch me, I can also ban you from having fun in our room for the next three days as well.”
I choke on my eggs as I noticed Marisa smiling at mom. Turning towards mom I suddenly yell out, “Mom! Not in front of us. Honestly you two should just go in your room when you want to talk like that.”
Mom giggles as she takes the plates to the sink, “Sorry kids, I did not mean to make you gag.”
“That’s ok mom, I’m getting quite use to it,” Damon says as he kisses mom’s cheek.
“You two have fun at work.”
I roughly shove Damon out of my way as I place a kiss to mom’s cheek as well.
“Oh yeah, lots of fun at work,” as she notes my sarcasm she swats my backside.
“Don’t talk to me in that tone young lady.”
She giggles as I blush, “Your so cute when you blush, Elizabeth.”
Dad follows us out the door as we leave.
“Don’t forget Uncle Ben will be here for supper tonight. Come straight home after work you two.”
“Ok Dad, we hard you the five times you told us yesterday.”
Damon starts to move the car as I slide into the passenger seat, “Come on sis, I need to be at work on time today.”
“Damon, if you don’t knock it off I will make sure you have a black eye to show off to the guys today.”
“Can’t have that sis, I need to drop you off first.”
“Who said I would be the one with a black eye?”
My sarcasm cuts him deeply as he realizes what he said.
He sighs as his face turns serious, “Elizabeth, I would never hurt you.”
I note the hurt in his words, slowly I edge over beside him, “Sorry Damon, I know you would never hurt me.”
I gently kiss his cheek as I add in playfully, “Dad would so kill you if you did.”
He smiles as he laughs, “Yeah he would.”
He pulls in front of the book store and parks, looking over to me he says, “Have a good day at work, I will be back when I go on lunch break to take you home.”
I grab my purse and turn to face him, “Thanks, see you then.”
As I start to shut the door I notice him waving something at me. Crap, I always forget my phone in his car, I edge across the seat to grab it out of his hand as I feel someone smack my butt. Startled I jump and hit my head on the roof of the car, Damon’s amazingly placed his hand in the way before I hit, so that took most of the blow off.
“Who did that,” I hear giggling as I pull out of the car. Damon is now laughing as well. Turning around I come face to face with my best friend Jill.
“Girl, you scared the crap out of me.”
She laughs again as we wave farewell to Damon.
“Sorry,” the charm of sarcasm ringing in every letter. She smiles back at me as we enter the store, “Just kidding that was so funny. I think your brother is so hot, so when can I meet him other than at work?”
We stop in the back room to put our belongings away and clock in for the day. I start to hum as I feel her questioning eyes still on me, waiting for a response. My giggles escape me as she grabs my arms and swings me around to face her.
“Ok, I will talk to the family about having you over for supper one night.”
“I sure hope you mean to eat dinner and not be dinner.”
Her smile widens as my jaw drops.
“Come on Jill you know them rumors are not true.”
I still cannot believe kids at school believed my father was a vampire.
“How did they ever get that idea any ways?”
As she places her badge on her voice lowers, “Because you guys were adopted by your parents and they hardly ever do anything during the day time. You yourself said they hate to be outside during the day for too long.”
I jump right in with the best excuse I could think of.
“Because they burn real easy. Mom couldn’t have children so they adopted us as babies. There is nothing wrong with that is there?”
“No, nothing wrong at all with them adopting you guys, but come on, Elizabeth, they both have really nice tans. How did they get those tans without being outside?”
She is now staring me down.
Honestly I have no idea how they got their nice tans or why they do not like to go out much during the day time. They both work at night but seem to have more than enough energy to be awake during the day time as well. This is all becoming odd as I start to think about it more. I sigh as she continues to stare at me, “Look Jill, do you really want to meet Damon at my house?”
She giggles as she tugs on my shirt, “Of course, plus I am not afraid of vampires.”
Her wink tops it all off as we both burst into laughter.
“Great, I will make sure they are well feed before you arrive.”
We both continue to laugh as we open the store for business. I love working at my own book store, my father loves me so much that he bought this old store for me to use. All the family worked together for nights to get it up and ready for business. Now it’s a big success with lots of help from my wonderful parents in promoting it on the web and local news. The store starts to fill within minutes, Jill and I continue or conversations about Damon and my parents, laughing every few minutes drawing the attention of costumers as they walk by.
As we lock up the store Damon drives up and parks his car. He walks up to us as I watch him and Jill stare dreamily into each other’s eyes. His eyes soon turn to me as I finish the locks on the door. Jill jumps slightly from the loud noise. She giggles slightly as he smiles at her. I finally step in between them,
“Ok, Damon, Jill is going to come to our place one night for dinner. What do you think about that.”
His smile widens as he bashfully turns away and softly says, “That would be great.”
She giggles and blushes as she watches his reaction.
“I will call you later, Elizabeth.”
She swings her bag over her shoulder then walks off towards her car.
I continue to watch her as she giggles and sways her hips. Turning slightly I note Damon is watching her every movement. My laughter brings Damon’s attention back to me.
“Honestly, you are way too easy to read.”
He blushes a little before teasing me with his finger. Poking my side while laughing he finally says, “Come on I need to eat then get back to work.”
We climb into his sports car and head home. I start to become really tired for some odd reason.
I awaken in total darkness, everything is gone. Fear grips my soul as noises start to filter in. Something brushes my arm as I step backwards. Lights filter on throughout the area. I look around and find I am trapped behind bars. No is around, but I soon her evil laughter drift through the air. I shiver in fear as the feeling of being watched flows through my mind. A calming sensation hits me but does not seem to help much. Someone face appears on the other side of the bars, fire is flowing around his body. His long bright red hair looks to be on fire, he laughs again as I try to step backwards but find I cannot move at all. His laughter tears at my fear building it more and more. Tears flow down my cheek as I try to look away, but cannot. The only thing I am able to do is cry out for help, though it comes out more in a whisper, “Someone please save me.”
I am being shaken slightly, but I see no one near me.
I feel the shaken again before I jump and find Damon staring at me.
“You was having a nightmare.”
His eyes show signs of worry, “What was it about? Why were you pleading for help?”
I stare back at him but find no answers in my mind.
“Honestly I have no idea. I can’t remember anything about it.”
He shakes his head before stating, “We are home. Are you sure you can’t remember any of it?”
I laugh softy before replying to him, “Sorry, Damon, I can’t remember any of it. That should be a good thing since it made me cry out for help.”
He shrugs his shoulder, “Yeah, I guess so. I do not like the fact that it made you cry though.”
Bringing my fingertips up to my cheeks I soon find what he said was true. I pull them down in front of me and see the glistening tears still lingering on them.
“Wow, it must have been horrible. I am so glad I can’t remember it.”
He smiles a fake smile before saying, “I am just glad you are ok.”
Looking towards our driveway he adds, “Looks like mom and dad went somewhere.”
Adverting his attention back to me he pleads, “Are you sure you are going to be ok.”
I slide across the seat as I watch him look back towards the empty driveway. Gently placing my arms around him I draw him into a hug and lightly kiss his cheek.
“Thanks for being a wonderful brother.”
He softly laughs as I climb out of the car, “Yeah, when I want to be.”
I decide to tease him, “Sure and that’s not often.”
His loud burst of laughter makes me laugh as well. I place the keys in the lock and push the door open. Turning a short ways around I yell out to him, “You can leave now! No scary monsters jumped out!”
His laughter continues as he waves farewell as he pulls away. I wave back at him then quickly shut the door as I place my purse on the stand by the door. Ok I need a shower and then I can relax and read my book I bought today. I know It seems weird to buy your books from your own book store, but this romance novel has been crying out for me to read it for weeks. I place my keys on the key rack on the wall. Pulling the book out of my purse I laugh softly remembering Jill’s comment about it.
“A vampire romance? Well there’s something for you to read. Let me know if it sounds anything like your parents.”
I dash up the stairs to my room. Placing the book down on my nightstand I notice a note from mom.
“Dear Elizabeth,
We went to pick up uncle from the airport we will be back shortly. I made you a little something for lunch it’s in the refrigerator when you are ready to eat it.
Love, Mom”
“Aaawww, you are just too sweet, Mom.”
I chuckle a little as I note Dad’s p.s.
“P.S. I love you baby girl, search the cookie jar I made your mom make some just for you. Love, Dad”
“Honestly, I am so glad you two are my parents.”
I kiss the letter before placing it back onto the stand. Another laugh escapes me as I stare down at the vampire love novel.
“Jill is the best at making me laugh.”
I search my closet to find the dress mom and I bought for this day. My uncle loves it when I look like a beautiful princess, well his words not mine. Chuckling softly I place the dress, shoes, and necklace mom bought me the day before.
I grab my soft pink towel before entering my bathroom. The tiles shine and glisten with soft pink and pearl swirls back at me as I turn the lights on, memories of my sixteenth birthday rushes into my thoughts. The guys in the family had a blast decorating my bathroom out for me. I still can remember mom walking down the stairs laughing softly as she dries herself off with a towel. She said they found the sink pipes were a little loose and decided to fix them, her laughter increased as she picked up the phone, too bad someone else had to fix what they fixed. They spent the whole week working on it, than the day of my birthday they brought me up to see it. The wonderful tiles blow me away still to this day they are so shiny and beautiful. I gently glide into the warm flowing water. I love my shower stall, to bad Dad made it so big, I feel so tiny within its large walls. A sudden humming sound startles me slightly as I remember I did not turn my phone of vibrate yet. I dash across the room while wrapping the towel around me. Shoot where did I set it down at this time. Scanning the bedroom I still come up empty handed. Then it hums again this time I see its face shining brightly from under Mom’s letter. Well that was smart of me. A soft giggle escapes my lips as I notice Damon’s name across the screen.
“Yes?”
He sighs, “Where have you been?”
I continue to dry myself off while replying to his question, “I took a shower, is that ok with you?”
He sighs again then after a few minutes of silence says, “Yeah, sorry. You just worried. I guess I haven’t fully recovered from your screaming nightmare from earlier.”
A smile grows upon my face as I picture him running his hands threw his short wavy black hair. “I am a big girl Damon.”
“I know, did you lock the front door?”
“Yes Damon, I locked the door before coming upstairs.”
Grabbing my dress I slip it over my head before continueing the conversation, “I swear you worry too much over little things like nightmares.”
“Blah, blah, blah.”
We both burst into laughter, “Oh, no, you didn’t.”
I grab my brush from the nightstand, “Look I need to go now.”
Hearing him curse a little I add in, “I cannot brush my hair while talking to you.”
He sighs loudly, “Fine, but I will call back in an hour to check on you.”
I tease him, “Yes, Officer Damon Vellon.”
He chuckles little before ending the call. Honestly my brother acts as if I’m five years old still. Just because he is twenty-five and a police officer does not give him the right to nag his younger sister all the time. As I brush my long black hair I abruptly giggle at my own reflect as I talk to myself aloud,
“Well he is a wonderful big brother that’s for sure, both of them are really.”
Sighing softly I reach for the beautiful silver butterfly hair clip I bought last night. After securing it into my hair I turn and grab my shoes from the bed, just as I start to slip them on my phone starts to vibrate again.
“Honestly? Come on Damon it hasn’t even been ten minutes.”
As I grab it from the stand I notice Jill’s name shining back at me.
“Thank God.”
Just as I push the button I hear Jill yell out, “OMG! You have to go to this party with me tomorrow!”
Strapping my beautiful silver clips down on my shoes I laughingly reply, “What party, and when is it?”
She instantly jumps back with all the details, “My brothers are throwing it at their apartment tomorrow night, it starts at eight o’clock. Please, please, say you and Damon can come.”
“Oh, I see, you want my brother to be there that’s why you want me to come?”
She laughs a little before answering, “No I want your brother to come with you. I want you to come to keep me company. My brothers asked if you had an older brother and I told them you have two, but I know Jacob works long hours hospital so I figured you could bring Damon.”
“Why do I need to bring an older brother with me?”
She giggles before she finally replies, “They said us girls need big brother protection at their kind of parties.”
I laugh out loud thinking about how protective my big brother would be at any party.
“Ok, I will ask him when he gets home.”
I suddenly hear her squeal with delight, “Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you. Well I need to go find something to wear for the party tomorrow, I will see you at work in the morning.”
“Will do.”
We both end the call at the same time. I jump up to my feet and glide over to the stand. Well this novel better be good, I have three hours to kill before everyone gets home. I grab the book into my other hand and race off downstairs to find those cookies Dad had mentioned. The cookie jar was hidden in the same place as always, I don’t know why, but Mom never changed it even after we found it when we were younger. I place my phone upon the kitchen table before grabbing it out of the cupboard. While pulling out a chair I hear a noise, almost like someone whistling softly. Maybe it’s just my imagination. So I shrug it off and sit down to start my book and snacks.
Wow I am only on page four and already wish to never let it down. This is a good book, no wonder so many costumers have been buying it this month. I sigh softly as the young female lead finds something amidst a dark and dreary abandoned building. She seems to be very brave, walking into something like that without even worrying about who may be inside. You can always tell these books are so fictional. I giggle softly to myself as I picture her opening the door.
Just then something falls and crashes to the ground. I jump out of my chair and start to scan the kitchen, nothing is on the floor. So I do a search thru the house, nothing seems to be broken or even lying upon the floor anywhere in the house. Ok, that was creepy. I suddenly get the urge to call Damon. No that would make him treat me more like a child than he already does. As I reach for my book another sound of an object hitting the floor goes off, this time I know where it is coming from. The basement door is ajar. Maybe someone came home while I was scanning the house. I rush over to it as it starts to glide open as if pushed by a gust of wind. What? Why? The noises from below starts to grow louder as I slowly step down the stairs. At the bottom of the stair case I look around and see nothing but darkness, very slowly I reach for the light switch on the wall. Someone grabs my wrist as the lights come on. I stare into his bright golden copper toned eyes. A smile grows upon his face as I slap his hand away from me.
Backing up I realize there is three of them. They each look alike. Long straight, bright, fire red colored hair flows down to their waist, all three of them are wearing some kind of awesome red armor, the one has gold glistening upon his armor. Is this a costume party? They all three start to dash towards me. I race back up the stairs but only make it halfway before one of them wraps their hand around my ankle and pulls me down at them. The one with gold catches me within his arms he says a few words that I could not understand before the others nod and turn away from us. I slam my fist into his jaw bringing a well deserved grunt of pain from him. The other two turn to face us and both start to walk back but he raises his hand and commands them yet again to do something. Suddenly the air around me starts to chill over, my arms and legs start to tremble as I continue to struggle against his hold. With one forceful blow he slams me against the wall. The other two approach as I start to swear and curse at them for even being here. Grabbing my wrist once again he tries to pull me into his arms, I still struggle making me more enraged then before. He yells out commands to the other two but I have no idea where they are now. All of a sudden something hard forcefully is slammed at the back of my head, I feel his finger nails cut into my cheeks as he slaps me across the face. Another brutal blow to back of my head sends my mind into darkness.
~Zoctornyia~
“Vultar have been putting this off for years now. You know it is rare to find fertile women to mate.”
My father continues as he watches females being round up for us to decide upon. Every five years this ritual comes back to haunt me. I have kept myself out of it last time, but now my father refuses to let me stay out again this time around. He stops talking as his expression turns serious.
“You need to choice mates Vultar, if you do not, then I will choice them for you.”
His sigh lingers as his new words form, “This is not the way I wish to live life either, Son, but this is our life. Our race will die away if we do not continue to do this ritual.”
I continue to watch as the guards find every available female. My heart aches for what none of these women can give me, love is what I need, not children. My father’s body tenses as he listens to my thoughts, I turn to look him in the eye, “You may choice them, the only female mate I will ever choice will be the one who holds my heart.”
His expression softens as he speaks, “I understand, Son.”
I watch as I feel his emotions build with the same desire as mine. He starts to speak again, “We all wish for love, Vultar.”
He starts to walk off towards the waiting females, his steps stop halfway there as he turns to face me once again.
“I will not stand by and let my most beloved son die away. You will never take the Death Ceremony while I am still alive.”
His eyes shine with pride as I have never seen before, “This is why I myself have never done it yet, to keep you alive.”
My father’s loving words not only shock me but the other leaders as well. All of them are now whispering in their thoughts as I reply, “I know, Father, I am thankful for you as well.”
He nods his head then turns and walks on towards the women.
All of them do their normal distasteful acts. They eye my father up and down as if he is some delicious piece of food they desire. Licking their lips and swaying their bodies at his every step. Some reach for him as he walks by them, with one swift tail whip he has them thrown back into the crowd of women watching. His orders are echoed throughout the village, “I will not choice any female that tries to touch me! I am not the one who you will be mated to!”
They all look at him with lust in their eyes, every single one of them dreams of being a mate to my father. His hand motions towards the one on the far right of him, she jumps and growls delightfully,
“You will be one of my son’s mates.”
Her joy withers from her eyes as she looks up to me. My father notes her response an instantly adds, “If you are displeased then you can be the warriors new fertile mate.”
Her expression instantly changes, for no females wishes to be a warrior’s mate, they all desired to be a leaders mate. My father was most desired by all because he is the most powerful Mongoelion leader alive, and now I know why he is the oldest to live, he refuses to leave knowing I myself would end my life right after his death. His hand is now resting on my shoulder as his words flow through my thoughts. Go and mate your mates, Son. I will be here waiting for your return.
My heart is now drowning in sorrow as I step away from the leaders table. Every step towards my dwelling brings more pain and dreadful memories of all the rituals from the past. Instead of entering the mate sleeping area I enter my own sleeping chamber followed by Gontar. He stands guard at the entrance to the females sleeping area they all start to hiss and growl at him as he yells at them to stay in there. I feel his eyes on me as I walk across the room, “Gontar, Did you ever dream of seeing your Tellianar?”
He chuckles softly before replying, “Yes, a few times, but sadly she was not pure of heart and soul she was evil in every way. Once I caught her mating others in another village I ended her evil life.”
Turning slightly I look to him. He shows signs of understanding in what I most do. I even see his pain rise as thoughts of having to watch me do it rises. Even the slightest fear builds in him as visions of trying to keep me safe arises. We have been friends all our life, and neither of us, take joy in mating these evil women.
“I know it bothers you to be one of my guards for these rituals, but I do not trust anyone else.”
He shuffles slightly away from their door as he says, “I know, Vultar. That is the only reason why I do not argue about it.” He smiles slightly at me as I frown as thoughts of what I need to do come crashing through my mind.
“Try not to think about it.”
Walking slowly into my mates sleeping area I notice all of them watching me with their lust filled eyes. Disgust covers my mind as I notice them licking their lips, waiting for my guard to falter in any way. Gontar summons each female up to me one at a time. Each of them take my manhood into their hungry mouths. Sucking and pulling on it as if it was some delicious fruit filled treat they take what little I allow each of them to have. Gontar’s tail comes crashing down on the ones who try to grab at my body. If he does not keep their hands away they will grab and shred my body for more. They each get their fill of my seed but still seem to hunger for more. Evil women like them are never full, that is why we have so many laws to protect us males from them. Pure females do not fight over our seeds nor do they desire to upset us. As I watch them lick their lips clean of my seed a sudden nauseous feeling over comes me.
I leave their area into my own. As I reach for my sleeping area I falter and fall down to my knees. Gontar grabs my arm and helps me stay on my feet long enough to get me to the safety of my furs. My father storms in, “Vultar, you must except this, the more you fight it the harder it will be on you each time.”
I grumble hateful words as my mates continue to growl and taunt Gontar. They wish to enter my sleeping area and finish what they started.
“Shut them up!”
Gontar and four other guards storm into the mate room and start to send lashes out to each one of them. After fifteen minutes there is finally silence.
“Anything else, Father,” my words slash at him with venom in every one.
He notes my distaste of the matter then nods before leaving, “No, one of them is with your young one that is all I ask for.”
My low growl draws his attention back to me, “Son, I would do anything possible to help you find a pure Tellianar, sadly even I have never had one that was pure.”
Then he turns and leaves without another word.
I listen as silence takes over my dwelling. The females start to stir within their area. I turn and look towards their door, one of them is now stepping into my area. She smiles seductively as she slowly ventures towards me.
“Get back into your area female!”
She hisses at my command. Her eyes brighten as they swarm over my body. Shivers of discuss takes over me as her tongue glides across her lips.
“Get back into your area!”
She lunges at me pushing me back onto my warm furs. Three others join her as my guards start to grab them away. They dig their claws into my flesh as they try to make my armor fade away. My struggle to keep it in place starts to falter as my strength drains from the earlier ordeal. The stupid ritual is making me weaker each time I have to go through it. One of them hisses in delight as my body is soon bared to them all. They fight and struggle against my guards to get to taste my seeds once again. Their claws dig deep into my thighs as they try to gain their prize. Tronarc and other warriors rush in just as one gets ahold of me. She starts to suck and drain my seed by force as Tronarc slams his fist into the back of her skull then flings her across the ground. The pain radiates throughout my body as I pull the furs over me for some protection of their attacks. There is now thirteen of them slicing into my skin and trying to drain me more. My fellow leaders emerge with my father by their side. They start to shout out orders.
Then my father takes it into his own hands by placing a deathly high pitched noise into their brains bringing all of the females to their knees, screaming in agony as their ears start to bleed. He continues his attack on them till they are all lying upon the floor withering in pain.
“Kill those who have attacked my son, the six that are left will return to their area of the dwelling or die!”
The six females who had not yet made it across the room to join in the attack slowly glide their feet backwards towards their area.
“Now!”
My father’s stern command makes them jump and race off. The rest scream in agony as my guards and warriors kill ever last one of them. Slowly my father turns towards me and says, “You need rest now. Wait till you are well rested before trying to go off to bathe.”
I nod to him as four of my guards positions their selves in front of my evil mates doorway.
Gontar approaches my side, “I will stay and watch over you while you rest.”
He nods his head towards the other guards, “They will stay where they are till you are no longer in here.”
I nod my agreement to him as I scan my torn body blood is now drying all over it. My manhood throbs with agonizing pain from their brutal attack on it. Blood seeps from it still as the pain radiates through my mind. These females are the worst and I will never let them touch me again. I do not care that my father wishes for me to have more young. I wish for love but I cannot have it, so why should he have what he wishes for. Anger boils within my veins as the thought of another ritual within five years drifts through my mind. I will end this torment and pain one way or another. The darkness of sleep finally takes me away from all the pain.
I start to drift off into a dream state. A beautiful black haired female looks frightened and lost by her swift movements of confusing behind steel bars. She turns to face me, my heart stops as her beautiful face is now forever imprinted into my soul. My Tellianar bond screams out to me, “She is yours! Go get her before they kill her!”
Every cell in my body wishes to grab her into my arms. Fear over flows her beautiful face as I approach her. I stop and wait, hoping the fear was of something else and not me. Her eyes widen as her fear builds. Why did I even try to walk up to her, of course she would be afraid of me, she is human and I am not. Hurt starts to cloud my vision as the dream fades away. I look up to her one last time noting the tears gliding down her cheek sends my heart into total chaos. It instantly turns into rage as I hear her whisper, “Someone please save me.”
Suddenly I am jolted with pain, anger, and protective instincts. The bonds pull to reach and protect her suddenly flies into over drive as her face vanishes into the darkness.
Someone’s hand is now on my shoulder, I spring up into a fighting stance as all of my armor grows into place. Tronarc’s eyes are wide open with shock as he watches my reactions. He softly speaks to me as he tries to calm me down, “Father, what was the dream about?”
Gontar comes to stand on the other side of me, he gently grabs my arm, “You do not needs these right now, Vultar.”
Turning his head to look at the other guards he soon adds, “We have not let any of them in here.”
Tronarc looks to Gontar as he speaks, “It’s not that Gontar, father has been having dreams lately. Though he never tells what they are about.”
I look deep into his eyes as I tell him what I saw, “My Tellianar is pure and held prisoner I still can hear her cry for help. I can’t take this no more, Tronarc, I need to find her.”
He stands very still as Gontar approaches his side, “Vultar, we will find her. Did you notice her where she is being held prisoner at?”
My heart is finally slowing down as I try to focus on everything I saw around her, but my heart and mind linger back to her face and pleading cry. I fall down on my furs as the fact of where she was is now visible to me.
“We attacked them five hundred years ago to set Tronarc free.”
Gontar and Tronarc smile at each other before turning back to me.
“Well, Father, it seems they will be the easiest to kill. We know how many are there and they do not have any with powers great enough to stop us.”
He searches the dwelling then looks back to me as he whispers, “I can get myself captured again, then the other leaders will think nothing of it to bring an attack upon them.”
I start to think upon everything I saw and her beautiful, scared face before I finally give him an answer.
“Yes but this time more of us will be captured, that way we can search for her and hope they place her in one of our cells, where she will be safe.”
Gontar stares down to me with worry in his eyes, “If you are planning on letting yourself be captured by them vile creatures.”
His words drift off as he scans the room to make sure no other heard us other than the four guards, “I will be by your side as always.”
The four guards look up from watching the ground they all nod to me in approval. I sigh with relief, “Good, then we will leave today. Remember to wear very little armor, that way they will think we are weaker than we are.”
I rush off to the bathing area and quickly bathe myself scrubbing every inch of dry blood away. A loud sigh drifts from my lips as I see her beautiful face come through my thoughts. Her pleading eyes pull at me as I try to control the bond’s pull. I cannot let other’s see me upset and worried about this, then they will search my thoughts and memories to see why I am acting this way. I emerge from the warm water and dash off back to my dwelling to retrieve the others.
We leave my dwelling and race out of the village, my father’s words drift into my head.
Where are you going son?
I stumble slightly as the others turn to wait for me.
I need fresh air and time to think. Tronarc and the guards offered to watch over me, that way you will not have to worry.
His sigh is heard in my mind as he says.
Fine, but do not go too far, Vultar, many have spotted evil ones nearby searching for leaders to capture and use for their evil experiments.
I laugh inwardly before answering him.
I am sure you will be the first to come to my rescue.
That is true, Son.
No other messages come to me. I nod my head to the others and their eyes shine with joy as we march off to our enemy’s village. Not one of them turn away or ask to leave. I have never been so proud of them as I am now. They are racing off to help me find my Tellianar, even though my dreams are all that lead us. What if she is not there? What will I do if she fears me? How can I possibly be putting six other lives on the line especially my oldest son’s.
Tronarc turns to face me as we continue to walk, “You are not risking my life I am the one who wished to come along.”
He nods to the others as they all shake their heads in agreement, “We all wish to help you find her. If she is not there, then we will stay and wait for her to appear, no matter how long it may take. We all know our dreams are visions showing us things that will happen, though we wish they told us when and why they happen, we still will follow them when they show us hope for a brighter future.”
I grip his shoulder with pride building up within my heart as I speak, “Thank you, all of you.”
We fade our armor down to make it seem that we are only a little over one hundred years of age. Now they will below us to be weak and easy targets. As we draw near the village my instincts kick in. I sense their guards watching us as we continue to walk as if we are just passing by. Within minutes twenty four Sorceurian guards and warriors surround us. We instantly start to fault and almost lose our game, the urge to armor up for battle pulls at all of us, but I watch and proudly realize my guards and son hold their ground as I do the same. The shackles are thrown unto us before they create a portal leading to their dungeons. We fight slightly against their orders, we must keep them believing that they are the ones winning here not us. One by one we are shoved through the portal. As the last guard retreats from the dungeon I turn and look to my men. All of them show a slight smile upon their faces.
Gontar’s eyes glisten with joy, “Well, that was easy.”
He scans the dungeon just as I do the same, “I do not see any females down here though.”
I turn back to face him as he continues to state, “Like Tronarc said already, we will stay and wait for her.”
The strangest urge to smile comes over me, but I fight it, there is no reason to smile till I find her. The joyful thoughts of seeing her smile soars through my heart. I start to envision holding her safely within my arms. My arms start to ache for her soft body.
“We will find her, Vultar.”
Gontar smiles slightly, “It will fill my own soul with joy to see her safely within your arms.”
“Yes, that will be the most joyous moment in my life.”
I retreat to the back of my cell as I hear the guards returning to the dungeon. My heart jumps and pounds as females start to cry as they are pushed and shoved into each of our cells. Human females, I have seen a few of them in my life. Mostly in dungeons like this one. I look for my beautiful black haired mate but sorrow fills me as I do not see her. Each of my guards send a picture to my head of the females within their cells. They all then send their regrets to me that she was not any of those down here. The lights blare brightly around the dungeon as the females notice us they scream and cower in fear. My heart clenches up with the fear that my own Tellianar will do the same. How will I win her heart over if she fears me? I look at the three females within my cell they each try to push further away from me but soon are blocked by the bars. One of them screams as she tries to pull the bars open, she shakes them as she continues to cry and scream. The other two are so frightened they do not dare to move from their spot. Both of them shivers as the lights fade off. The screams from the females erupt even more. Each one of them screaming and pounding against the bars while begging to be set free.
Gontar’s thoughts enter my mind.
They are very loud females. If your Tellianar screams this loud, this often….
I will calm her, she will not act as they do, even if I need to set some of her memories aside to help her calm down then I will. The only thing I wish not to have to help with is her fearing me.
Gontar’s eyes glisten brightly as he turns to face me. He sends a message to me once again.
I was not saying I would do anything to her, Vultar. I was just going to say we may need to help calm her down. I would never do anything to harm your pure mate.
I note the pain within his thoughts.
Gontar, I did not mean you would. I just needed to state how I felt and what I planned to do.
He nods his head before he turns to face the screaming females.
Will they ever stop screaming?
We all continue to watch the females as half of them try to squeeze their bodies through the bars. I do not understand why they fear us so much. We have showed them no harm. None of us males have even said a word to them. Their screams are now fading slightly as night time sets in. The dungeon turns to an icy cold world. We do not mind the tempature , but the human females seem to. Their bodies are now shivering from the cold their lips are turning a bluish color as they continue to cry softly amongst themselves. I feel sorry for them but I do not wish to heal no female. No female has ever showed me kindness and if I do show them kindness they just may believe I desire them, I will not have that. I desire no female but one and she will be the only one I will ever heal. They each die off one by one while we wait to see if any more females are to be brought down into the dungeon. Each time the guards come down to remove the dead bodies they shake their heads while teasing us about females wanting to die whether than stay near us. Their words anger us but we control our anger while we wait for my beautiful mate to arrive.
I drift asleep for a few minutes. The dungeon door opens up drawing me to become fully awake. All of us turn to face them as they approach. Within one of the guard’s arms is a body. I watch with hope building within my heart as I notice the long wavy, soft, black hair. Is it her? All of my men watch with anticipation to the answer as the guard stops in front of my cell. My heart leaps with joy as I feel my Tellianar bond pull at me. I hold it down as he faces me. He continues to glare at me as another guard opens the bars. I quickly turn away so that they may not see the joy within my eyes. They must not find out who she is. If they do, they would take her away from me. I send a low deep growl their way as they place her upon the ground near the bars. They instantly look up to me then quickly retreat with thoughts of me being angered with placing a female into my cell. Good they do not need to know that I am really angered by the fact that they placed her on the ground so roughly. They rush out of the dungeon and the lights fade off.
The night chill starts to drift through the dungeon walls. I approach her sleeping form and notice a few minor cuts upon her beautiful face. Tronarc is now standing at our bars looking down at her. His smile is large as he relays the message that she has been found. All my men rejoice at the news, but I fear my love may die before I can even talk to her. Her delicate body is now chilling over and turning a light blue tint. I swiftly lift her body up into my arms holding her close to my chest giving her the heat needed to stay alive. My body thrives for more as hers warms up. The bond pulls and tugs at my very soul to mark her and never let her go. I gaze down at her soft lips instantly my body reacts unlike it has ever done before. I feel my manhood grow harder and throb with need.
Never in my life have I ever desired to mate a female. Now I feel as if I will die if I don’t mate this one. With my manhood hard pressing against my armor I start to wonder if this is a normal reaction. It has never grown hard before. Shuddering with uncontrollable need I push the new feelings aside as I study her beautiful face.
She moves as if in a dream state, her lashes flutter lightly as her beautiful pink lips move as if whispering. A smile covers my face as she softly says, “Turn down the music Damon.”
I look into her mind and find what she is doing. She is dreaming about her family from Earth. Sorrow clouds over as I watch her memories of how she was captured. Anger covers my soul as I watch them hit her. I will kill them for touching her in such a way. They will all die as soon as the others come to our rescue, but until then they will never be able to take her from my cell. My calming abilities start to flow through her mind sending memories of family and loved ones to the back of her thoughts. Now she will only think of them from time to time, instead of all of the time. My soul aches to send the thoughts to her of not to fear me but I push them aside, for I wish to meet her without my abilities clouding her own judgement. I hold her within my embrace all night long, listening to her heart beats as she continues to sleep. All of my men are now whispering amongst themselves. I cannot help but smile when I hear them talking about giving her a name. I search her soul, mind, and body for the perfect name. As it dawns upon me, Tronarc chuckles and then whispers it to the others. In unison they all agree on the name that will now be my mate’s. Looking up to them I capture all of their smiles upon me as I continue to hold and soothe her within my arms. Enjoying the new emotions and feeling of having her in my arms I slowly glide my hand over her warm flesh. She feels so wonderful and soft. How can someone so beautiful and gentle be mine? Fate has pleased me with her and I will do everything possible to keep her by my side.
Day time draws near as she starts to stir I fear her reaction of her being in my arms, so I slowly edge across the cell and place her lightly on the ground. She starts to stir some more as I gently glide my fingers over her soft cheek. While walking towards the back of our cell I hear her moan softly, it lights my body with burning desire. Another soft moan escapes her lips as she sits up. My body jumps into full protective mode as I watch her struggle to stand up, but I fight the urge to draw her safely into my arms. My manhood throbs with need as I linger on the sight of her lips. My thoughts trail off to wonder if they could bring me pleasure during mating.
Man, why am I so light headed? Where am I? Stupid jerks, what did they hit me with? It is so dark in here.
Moving my hands around I try to feel for something to help me stand up. As I feel around I note the ground beneath me is dirt. I continue to scan my surrounds and soon find cold steel bar to my left side. Slowly I grip it and ease myself up into a standing position.
I must be trapped in some kind of dungeon. At least, I think it's a dungeon. It could be jail and they just happen to have no power at the moment. If so, they really need to pass out blankets and buy some air fresheners at least.
My wrist starts to throb with pain as I slowly glide my fingers over it.
These strange handcuffs are very annoying. I really wish I could remember how I got in here. The only thing I do remember is punching one of them in the face; serves him right for telling me to obey his every command. He did not have to knock me out cold; it's not like he really felt it.
I continue to watch her from the back of our cell. Her mind is roaming through all kinds of questions. Turning I try to stay out of her thoughts, she needs her own privacy right now. Her confusion and questions are starting to pull more on our bond. The need to comfort my mate is starting to become unbearable. Fighting it to the fullest I continue to stand my ground as her mind lingers on more questions.
Tronarc comes to the bars and whispers, “Is she alright? She doesn’t seem harmed from what I can see.”
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