Authors: Poppet
She is incredible. Pure and perfect.
My body reacts, pumping my veins out as my breathing grows ragged and desperate from her bouquet. The cocktail of her smell and taste is ambrosia on my palate, burning my eyes with the vision of vivid energy.
The world recedes so it becomes the realm of pure energy and I lean in to where the pink glow is brightest, kissing it, licking it, letting it siphon into my veins, soul, eyes, heart.
My god, what a magnificent creature you are.
It takes a mammoth effort to break the spell, to withdraw and cast my eyes back into human vision, shocking myself into immediate guilt.
It's instinctive to thrust her mind deeper into the Plyx of the universe, hiding my depraved behavior from her.
But now that I'm here, it won't hurt to have a little nibble. Just a quick taste. Watching her face for any reflex or reaction, I slowly run my tongue into her, my entire body pulsating in a vibrant throb as she remains motionless inside the bliss.
Closing my eyes, I drink in the elixir of her power, the taste of her essence, the deepest treasure of her existence. It slides over my tongue like a string of pearls slipping down a wave of satin.
Powder soft wonder sends electricity into my tongue, sparking synapses right through my body, the frisson giving me a violent shiver.
Delving deeper, my body reacts, bursting light out of me, blasting the room and the pool with the prism of purity. I am undone, resting my cheek on her concave stomach, kissing her skin, the two of us encapsulated in a rainbow bubble of divinity.
Gulping to regain my self-control, I run a finger inside her, marveling at how juicy she is. Supporting her pelvis up out of the water, I trace the delicate skin with reverence, widening her again so I can appreciate the passage of masculine worship.
I wish with every spark of my being that I could bury myself in there, deep, to feel her all around me, covering me, to experience the silkiness of her thighs hard up against my hips.
Coaxing her with my fingers, her gasp of pleasure gives me a smile.
I'm getting another raging hard on, and I indulge, sliding two fingers in and rotating a gentle thumb on her arousal. I'm amazed when light bursts out of her, hot and wild, spinning away, staining into me, sinking through my skin, decapitating my ability to breathe.
I do it again, just to watch the way her Plyx behaves, smells, feels.
My thighs are shaking, my bones weakening, I want to collapse on my knees and adore her. I want to hold her down and kiss every perfect tight pore on her flawless body.
I want to hide inside her and never leave.
I'm not the envious type, but I'm hoping Zauran
is
dead. This Slakax is the only woman to ever capture my attention and hold it. Her resistance makes me crave her even more.
Entranced, I watch her light spasm into my hand; it wraps over my skin and dissolves into me.
Her pleasure smells like sun-warmed mallow, and I crack, unable to hold my reaction in check, slicing the silence with another muffled moan of orgasm.
“
What the hell do you think you're doing?”
Snatching my hand out of her, my vision blurred with purple passion, I peer into the shadows beside the pool.
Fuck!
Chapter 22
Aisyx
:
“
R.y.a.n,” I say in warning.
“
She needed the light. She
needed
it,” he snaps, pulling his black shirt back down to cover her body from my view.
“
You have her so deeply under your dominance she can't object. Look at her! She's full of Zauran's light mixed with her own. You sick bastard!”
He's at least wearing swimming trunks. It could be worse. It's tempting to see a woman wearing your clothes, I know, but still - what the hell was he thinking?
“
What do you want Aisyx?” he snarls, his voice deepening and fracturing, anger turning his eyes into indigo moonbeams.
Distracted by her Plyx communing with the spirit lights in the pool, I mention, “They match. Zauran's green is the color of the heart chakra. So is her pink. Face it Ryan, those two are meant to be together.”
“
Then where the fuck is he?” he glowers, lifting her out of the pool and carrying her to the huge clamshell couch.
Now she looks like a mermaid rescued from the ocean. Lights continue to twinkle across her skin and in her hair, tempting anyone with a pulse to caress her serene face with a tender touch. She's hard to resist that one. Very.
Damn it, I want my own woman!
Ryan obviously caved after having spent so much time in isolation with Zaria, she's captivating. Her gentle soul is plain to see, even without Plyx cascading out of her to haze her toned legs with comforting pink.
It suits her.
Snapping my focus back to the deceitful slimeball, I say, “Božena's in trouble. Sveta sent me to you for help.”
Ryan indicates the pool, “Go get her and put her in here. There's enough healing in this tank to save her.”
That's damn good thinking. Fuck, sometimes we can be so thick in a crisis.
*
Ryan
:
Sveta launches into the grotto beneath the kitchen, carrying Božena.
She is in trouble, I can hear her struggle to breathe from here.
Glancing back at Zaria, whom I pulled back to the lucid surface just enough so that she'll wake naturally in a few minutes, I'm pleased to see neither of us still emanate the telltale flares of carnal indulgence.
My brothers tease me for my old fashioned manner of speaking, but I'm most comfortable as the sovereign I once was.
I miss dressing well, living in a manner befitting royalty; it's why I still stay here despite having the villa in Italy.
This residence will always be my first love. This is my home.
My customs will never be modern no matter how hard I try to blend in.
Walking to the crystal ledge, I help Sveta lower Božena into the water.
“
Christ!” I say in shock.
I've never seen anything like this, ever.
Hopping into the water to support her, I look at Sveta's flammable eyes when I announce, “She's darklight.”
He nods, “I suspected as much.”
While I'm watching, the glowing particles in the water flee from her body. Instead of swimming toward her to bond and fraternize, they are boycotting this end of the pool, leaving it dark with shadow, unwilling to touch her.
“
Shit.” Now what do we do with this woman? She needs a fucking vampyre to save her. “Get her out!” I order Sveta, lifting her up for him to take.
This will just damage her further.
He hauls the heavily pregnant woman out, fear visiting his expression as he stares at me in desperation.
“
Aisyx, come here,” I snap, helping Sveta lay the woman down on her side to ease her breathing.
He's beside me in an instant.
Giving him my 'eat shit' smile, I say, “You're half vampyre. You can help her.”
“
How?” He looks from me, to Božena, and back again.
God, I live with halfwits and idiots.
Snatching his arms, gripping his wrists, I guide his hands to the pearl buttons marching a line over her abdomen on my mafia black shirt.
I love that description Zaria gave my taste in attire.
Focus!
warns Sveta, glaring at me. I immediately shut him out. I have dominion here and none of my subjects have the right to infiltrate my mind with demands.
“
Concentrate on energy from your heart, pull affection out of your chest, feel it flow down your arms and out your hands. Just try it for fuck's sake!” I say to Aisyx.
His fingers tremble when he touches her body, inhaling dramatically.
Examining her face, I know we're in deep shit with this one. She's clutching to life, barely.
Fuck it.
Standing, I move behind Aisyx, holding his shoulders and taking over his mind to do it for him. We don't have time to squander.
Forcing energy from him into Zena, I feel the change. She inhales sharply as if it's the first breath after holding it in for hours. Pumping his Plyx into her, I send it to her womb, to her children that are sucking out her life for their own, steering the energy to her heart, her brain, then tracing it across her veins and into her nervous system.
Opening my eyes, I'm fascinated to see Aisyx's hands glowing black. Jesus!
Black!
This night goes down in history.
And look at her! Zena's Plyx is red. Bright chili red. It responds to Aisyx, hovering out of her body to cover his fingers.
A lover's caress. Her spirit thanks him.
Snapping my focus to Sveta, it hits me. His Plyx is orange, hers is red. Again, the two are perfectly matched. Their strengths are so closely matched they fit together like puzzle pieces.
Well isn't this just peachy. My brothers have found the perfect mates to compliment them, to find solace and comfort and utterly precise companionship. They couldn't be better suited spiritually if they'd been cast into constellations together.
That means I have only one who could be my match, and I've hardly said two words to her. She goes home in the morning.
Bother and fucking damn!
*
Zaria
:
Comfy.
Mmmm.
I wish they'd hush so I can sleep.
It's with reluctance that I finally open my eyes to witness Sveta and Ryan lifting Božena out of the cosmic pool.
Her skin is translucent, her veins look like grotesque scars under her skin. It gives her a wicked aura.
Turned onto her side, her eyes open and she stares at me.
She looks so evil with the light from the pool filtering off her face, her skin is so watery and deathly, and her eyes are now a vivid Polar-blue.
She's turning into a vampyre so completely and it doesn't suit her at all.
Cripes, just looking at her scares my hackles into rising.
Looking away, sitting up but still feeling lethargic and weak, I watch Ryan take over, forcing Aisyx to help Zena.
Her body responds with light on his hands, and his hands flow black vapor over her, into her.
It's like watching smoke twirl lazily into a sky thick with blanketing white cloud. That amazes me. He's blond with blue eyes and yet his essence is black. It contradicts his looks and demeanor.
Ryan glances at me with his eyes glossed with magenta poison. My body responds with instant heat, my veins humming as if in recognition of his power.
Sveta stands to his side, long teeth extended over his lip with worry. It's an unguarded moment when he is pure neuri.
His eyes verily burn bright with bourbon fire, it licks over his eyelashes and up into his hair. He's naturally pale, but now he looks like he's pumped weights for the last hour, defining every exposed muscle I can see, cording his arms and neck with thick veins, every masculine thing which comprises him is protruding in stark strength.
He really digs Božena.
For his sake I hope she's gonna be okay.
I don't know how it will work, a neuri and a vampyre, but I guess Aisyx is living proof of it.
Oh yeah, well I guess Sveta has to duel Aisyx for Božena's affection.
Flicking my focus back to her, I'm confounded. She's gone back to normal. Her skin is no longer milky and opaque, her eyes are back to midnight blue.
Freaky.
This is all just freaky.
Looking away, the twinkling pull of the pool beckons to me. Stars float and swim in the crystalline pond; the rocks are quartz and clear and gleaming like jewels at the edges.
There's so much comfort and pleasure in there.
I must thank Ryan. I'm pleased he convinced me to try the pool of lights, because it's healed me in places no one can see but I can certainly feel.
The fear, the tension, the worry, the ache, has all vanished.
I know with the intuition embedded in me that Zauran is going to be okay. He'll be back to kiss me.
I guess I misjudged Ryan after all. He's a good guy hiding masquerading as an egocentric asshole.
Staring back their way, both Aisyx and Ryan are looking at me as if I said that out loud.
Oh cripes! I didn't, did I?
The familiar heat of a blush rides up to my cheeks and I fidget, unable to look away from Aisyx's accusing stare and Ryan's beautiful smile.
Chapter 23