Fan Fiction ❯ The Mistress and The Servant ❯ Midnight Meeting ( Chapter 9 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A knock from a rock that fell down the cliff face awoke Yoroy from his nightmare, the recap of his experience in experimentation. Test tubes, and rubber feeding tubes, an artificial embryo, and needles…a lot of needles. He sat up and shivered with his arms crossed to try and ease his pain, but it didn’t ease, not until Triach rolled over and brushed her newly awoken hand against his face.

“Hey. What’s wrong?” her eyes, through the sleepiness, shone with concern.

“Just a nightmare of a horrible past.” He murmured. He began to lie down when a soft thud landed not five feet from their bed. On instinct Yoroy snapped up, crouching on his knees and hands showing a fashion of defense, claws extending towards enemy.

“Relax, Old man.” A strong voice floated out, and a man soon followed, looking exactly like Yoroy, same hair, height, build, but his ears, they stuck out the top of his head, one flopping over the side, and his eyes were a deep purple. He smiled and thick fangs, fangs of a demon, stuck far out, then his nose was noticed, slightly elongated and fairer than any man’s, almost like it was sculpted on. “It’s just me…dad.”

Triach screamed and looked from the man to Yoroy’s shocked face as his arm fell and his knees buckled. Tarin and Arda came running up from behind, Sasha and Bellas trailing far behind.

“Who…who…” Triach couldn’t get the words out to ask about the strange man, and then a woman joined the man. A dark ebony skin, almond eyes, an inset nose, dog ears like the man, only hers were black where his was blonde, and a set of full lips under her nose.

Yoroy managed to get up. “Wil? Is it really you?” he staggered over to the man, like he could disappear at any moment.

The man struck Yoroy in the face. Triach yelped and crawled over to him, never mind her nakedness. “No, don’t.” he said and got up, spitting out blood. “I deserved that.”

“You left me. You left me in that hell…with mom…” he began to shake as if sobbing at the memory. His face fell and everyone but Arda smelt the salt of tears from Wil in the dark. The girl wrapped an arm around him and whispered words into his ear, and his face looked up. He looked…hurt…”Why did you leave?” he whispered and looked away.

“I didn’t go anywhere.” Yoroy protested.

“BUT YOU WERE FUCKIN GONE!” he shouted and held onto the girl as if life depended on it.

“Not on my own…Kirt, he sedated me and sold me as a slave…I sold for high price after that slave rebellion. I wanted to go back so I started another one, but no, they put me in jail. I’ve been looking for you for 15 years William, ever since your first birthday.” Yoroy was on his knees in front of the man.

“YOU FUCKIN LIE!” he cursed and kicked Yoroy on the side of the face, sending him flying, to be caught by Triach. The girl looked at William with concern, like she never saw him act like this.

Tarin sheathed his sword on his waist and stepped in front of him and Yoroy with Triach. “Step outa my way, I will kill that ass-hole and his…his whore!” he spat those words and Yoroy jumped, renewed fire in his eyes. Tarin threw out an arm stopping Yoroy.

“Who is he Yoroy, tell us the truth, tell us everything!” Tarin shouted back and looked William in the eye, freezing the man in place.

“Tarin, to a lot of demons, I’m still a kid, and well…when I was even younger I started a rebellion in the slave trade, and burned down the tenth ecosystem for human’s they built, that’s what got the government’s attention. The stole me away and studied me, needles upon needles of sedation and then…they made Wil over there. Using one of my sperm and injecting it in the womb and egg of Linda, a human who was also a werewolf, then when he turned one, I was sent off to slavery again, and then I started another rebellion to get me to my son, and ended up in jail instead. Linda put in a good word for me.” Halfway through William lunged for Yoroy, Tarin and The girl held him back.

“You lie…”he breathed, but it sounded futile as if he suspected as much. “Mom…she beat me when you left, made me learn how to change at 3 years old, how to half change and so on. I never even met another kid until I killed them all.” He looked at his clawed hands. The girl put her hands over his and kissed his cheek. Two years ago there was a massacre at the research center for the ancients. “I found a pack of werewolves out here, a man with the same red eyes as him,” he pointed to Tarin. “Introduced me.” The shudder afterwards was one of relief.

“Yoroy…”Triach hugged him, and kissed him softly. “Why didn’t you just tell me you had a son?”

“I thought he had died in that massacre and I gave up…” he couldn’t look at his son.

Bellas walked up to William with Sasha beside her. “Hi, you must be my brother.” She said and held out her small hand.

“Huh?” he looked up at the little girl.

“Yoroy’s not my real dad, but he helped me and my mom, she’s not my real mom either, but they take care of me, that makes them my parents right?” she asked and put smile on William’s face. “But if you’re dad’s kid that means my mom’s not your mom right?” she tilted her head into her hand thinking.

Triach’s neck held the bite marks from earlier that night, consummating their loving. “Nope, she’s my mom now too.”

The girl walked up to the older couple. “Hi dad, mom. I’m Carol.” She gave a bright and cheery smile, extending her hand outward.

Yoroy’s eyes widened, parentally, his eyes shifting from the now blushing Wil, talking to Bellas and Sasha, to the black girl in front of him. He smiled, realizing how much of a hypocrite he’d be if he yelled at him about being too young. He took her hand. “Hello Carol, I am Yoroy.”

“And I’m Triach.”

She gave a toothy smile, letting Yoroy see the sharp teeth she had. “You’re weird.” Came a voice that shook Yoroy out of his thinking state. Sasha had spoken that time, and then socked Wil in the face. “Its rude to attack people.” Amazingly enough, Wil flew pretty far from being hit by a little girl.

“Sure she’s not your birth kid?” Triach asked looking at Tarin and Arda. They just nodded.

“Ouch, I take it she’s a demon.” William said getting up, nursing his split lip.

Tarin stood before him now. “This man with eyes like mine, tell me more about him.” He said.

“He introduced me to the pack, said he was a peacemaker. He was full demon with eyes and a face like yours. His build was otherwise lanky at best. He didn’t look very strong, but he had taken down an alpha male one time, a full demon werewolf.” He was compelled to tell the details, like Tarin’s eyes were entrancing, as if at night, when they glowed as red as blood, it could mesmerize anyone.

“Are you coming with us to the city of halflings?”

“Yes, I want revenge on the demons for wiping out my pack!” he hadn’t told them that story yet. He roared to life at the thought. Carol’s face fell as she sidled back to her mate.

“I have one question, do I have any grandchildren?” Yoroy asked, scooping up Bellas as she yawned from the rude awakening earlier.

Now William looked hurt, “Yes and no.” Carol held onto his hand, squeezing hard. “They were killed when our pack was attacked.”

Arda walked in, she went to check on the buggy. “I thought Lory and the Dr. were just friends…” she said to herself, but she forgot, she’s the only human among them, they all heard her. “There isn’t room in the car for them.”

“We’ll run with you.” He changed the subject before he started to cry.

“Run?”

Carol spoke up this time, “In our wolves form, we can run alongside anything.” Her voice bright and chipper at the mostly somber night. “We’re very fast.”

Light shone on the horizon, and soon yellow orb would start rising high into the sky. Tarin sat against the wall, Arda climbing onto his lap and placing her head right under his chin, to catch some well-deserved sleep. Sasha slept with Bellas, their backs to each other, and slightly curled up, tail twitching in dreams. Bellas nibbled on her thumb a little bit, as she slept.

Yoroy, and his new mate, curled themselves together and slept peacefully for the remainder of the morning. Wil and Carol, they stood back, in the shadows of a cavern-like area, holding each other, Wil’s back on the wall as he held Carol close, his hands resting on her rear.

“So many things have happened!” He whispered and held her close.

“Hmm, your father being one of them, but, we have been tailing them for days, why only show up now?” her whisper close to his pointed dog-ear.

“You know me, the time has to be right.”

“Oh do I know.” She whispered, her eyes drifting off to the side as she rested her head on his shoulder. “Wait…where is that red eyed guy and his girl?” she asked, and Wil shrugged, not really caring.

In truth, the two had gone off to find a more…secluded spot. Tarin had followed his nose, leading him to fresh water, inside the cliff itself was a cavern, illuminated by mosses and strange plants, and Tarin’s ever glowing red eyes. The pool was not very deep, maybe Tarin’s height at best, but they still had to swim to keep breathing.

During the kissing that was taking place, Arda left him and laid her head on his shoulder. "We've become little sex addicted rabbits haven't we?" she asked and sighed a little, as if she didn't care of the promiscuity she was implying.

"Well its kind of traditional on a young couples' honeymoon to show this sort of affection." he kissed her exposed neck and gave a slight nip at the skin, causing Arda to give a little squeal of surprise. In response, she nipped at his own neck and licked his pulse point. Tarin's back shuddered at the notion of her tongue on his skin.

When the two let go, they looked into each other's faces and smiled. Tarin's crimson orbs drilling a gaze in on Arda's cool, crystalline blue eyes. He pushed her against the wall softly and looked at her face this time, and then down to her neck, where there were a few black lines. His eyebrow raised as he saw the lines and he followed them. The source was the very mate mark on her nape. Two centers of a very eerie and black mate mark, a black spider web on her milky skin. Tarin gave an eyebrow raise at the fact that this black web, was his family crest, no one else’s would ever be like that, ever.

He instantly forgot to care though when he noticed the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed deep against him. His eyes started to spin as a scent hit his nose; her scent enwrapped his brain in a thick fog and refused to let go. It pulled him to her, his mouth opening as if to bite, and he did, right on the two centers of the black web. "Mmmm..." Arda moaned out at the action, as if breaking her skin felt good.

He began to lick and suck, like a vampire, at the mark, the blood that flowed tasted like milk and honey to him, but she was affected just as great, if not even more as she started grinding her hips and moaning as Tarin's clawed hands held her to him, one hand on her rear, the other on the large of her back and neck.

"Tarin, please, no more. Hurry and make love to me..." she moaned out as her hands grabbed his shoulders as he sucked and licked at the 3-inch wide mate mark.

Tarin happily obliged, when his teeth left her skin, the mark instantly sealed up tight as skin, and he kissed her, hard, tongues dancing and lips sealed together. The night grew hotter and hotter, eventually the water became too encasing for the couple and moved to the bank, where the two coupled and set about their actions.

Now they had spectators, Yoroy and Triach had snuck in while Wil and Carol stood guard outside, being overwhelmed by the scent of the inside. Triach decided to have a little fun; she stole Arda's jeans and replaced them with a skirt, one that would drape down to her knees at the farthest. Arda hated skirts and the like ever since she got caught on a nail at school once, and her skirt tore right off in the middle of school.

Her shirt had to be replaced by one of Triach’s; she had put down a spaghetti strap shirt that will offer hours of enjoyment for Tarin's viewing pleasure. It was fun to play matchmaker, or at least Triach liked to think so. Now the older couple left the two lovebirds alone as things were getting a little too intense, and Yoroy didn't want to be shamed by a 'young ‘in'.

As the last wave of climax hit Arda, Tarin came inside her, and with a groan rested down on Arda. "I love you.” they whispered at the same time, breathing hard, trying to cool down their heated and tired bodies. "Mmmm..." Arda sighed and snuggled further into her Tarin-skin blanket.

"You comfortable?"

"Hum-hm." she nodded and wrapped her naked arms and legs around his. Tarin managed. Somehow, to pick up Arda and moved them to the sandy part of the cavern, to give more comfort while they slept. Tarin awoke with Arda clutching his chest and a blanket draped over them. A shirtless guy who looked a lot like Yoroy.

“Nice sleep?” he asked, back turned to them, sitting cross-legged, and arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Very.” Tarin held Arda closer and closed his eyes to go back to sleep.

“Well we are leaving later on, we are resting here for a day, Yo-Dad and Tri-Mom, said we should leave you two be for the day.” Wil gave a knowing smile, just like his father.

“Aw you called Triach ‘mom.’”

“Don’t rub it in. All she is, is a pretty face so far.”

“She has talents, you’ll see.”

“I don’t know if I want to.” Wil left after that, obviously confused about what to think of Triach as his new mother.

“Hi baby.” Arda said, wiping the hair from her eyes and kissing Tarin on the cheek. “Oh, you got some hair growing in, you need to shave.”

“Hmm that’s strange…” he said feeling his jaw line with his hand, feeling the slight scratch of his hair.

“Tarin I know we are mated, but while we have been together, I have been thinking…”

“I know.” He tapped his skull with his index finger as he sat up. “I can read your thoughts…at times.”

“So you already know?”

“Depends, I was hoping it was a good sign when you weren’t thinking of much else during sex.” He brushed his hand through his hair a little.

“No not that…but why haven’t I been, never mind, we’ll talk about that later, but I want something…”

Tarin picked up one of her hands and kissed the back of her hand. “Anything you want, if I can give it.”

“I want” she gave a small sigh and put an arm around Tarin. “to have a marriage ceremony.” She braced herself; Tarin wasn’t too keen on the idea of marriage.

“No…”he said and began to curl up. He had bad memories, when Marta married Arda’s father, before Arda’s father turned into the bastard he was.

“I know you don’t like them, but I really want this…”

“Even if it means hurting me?” he asked holding himself, his arms crossed to either shoulder.

Now she put her arms around him in comfort and began to whisper, the only wedding he ever went to or heard about, and it had to be Marta’s. “No, never. I would never put you through anything you didn’t want.”

“Then no wedding.”

“But…” she almost started to argue but bit her tongue, Tarin was just in the bleachers and when he sneezed during the vows, he was severely beaten; Arda had him in her bed for a week while he recovered. “Tell me something though,” she said letting her finger run in a circle around his nipple. “Since when could you read minds?”

“Since our first time, right when I bit you.”

“So now you can read my mind during sex…” That explains how he knows how to please me…

“It works when we actually…connect…and there’s not much you’re really thinking about.” He said scratching his chin with one finger.

She smacked his shoulder. “You’re saying I’m empty headed?”

He tackled her down on the soft sand. Something hard was pressing against her leg already. “Only when I do this…” he began licking her neck, and tasting along her creamy skin to the black mate mark on her nape. The strangest thing, was that the black mark tasted like pure sweetness, and the center tasted like Arda, and her blood tasted like bliss there. If Tarin didn’t know any better, he would think he was a vampire. He bit her again and she screamed out in pleasure, arching her already naked body towards Tarin.

When Tarin left her nape, a drop of blood spilled out before the skin could close. Tarin wiped it up with his finger and brought it up to his lips. His tongue darted out and picked up the red drop. “See? You were thinking of how exactly you wanted me in you.” He said huskily in her ears as some sweat dropped from her chin to her breasts while she sat up.

“Ok just do as you just told me…” she was practically intoxicated.

“Do they know their voices carry?” Xander asked eating some provisions they had for breakfast.

“AHHHH!” Arda’s voice resonated off the cave mouth.

“Apparently not.” Lori said, holding her hands over her ears.

Wil and Carol had disappeared somewhere, and Triach and Yoroy were practically falling asleep on each other. “I guess Yoroy isn’t going to eat his food, is he?”

“No, more for us.” Xander reached over and snatched the can of dried food from Yoroy’s sleeping grasp. He looked at the can and made a face. “Tuna…” he hated fish, but before he could even blink, the can was gone.

Sasha sat next to Bellas happily munching the can that was just in Xander’s hand. “Wow…she’s fast…” he said amazed, he didn’t even feel a rush of wind from her movements.

“Yoroy isn’t as strong as Tarin, but he’s more dangerous. With age comes experience, and with experience comes danger.” Came a slight hissing voice from a dark corner in a small room.

“Yes master, Yoroy has to go first?” came a female voice, must be kneeling.

“I didn’t say that, but with power comes danger also. Either one would be a very crushing blow to the…regime… we need at least one gone.” the hissing getting louder and stronger.

“That’s going to be a tough job, and who may I ask, is going to do this job?”

“You may ask, and send Thog to do it, that brute has been starved like I ordered, right?”

“Of course.”

“Then be off, and don’t come back with out good news!” a slight smell of sulfur and the girl was gone. “Try to save him from this Hanos, and you know she will be back.” The hissing started turning to laughter.