Natalie's Turn (Jimmy pt.3)
Finale of a 3 part installment.
Natty walks back into the house and begins to search for Jimmy.
Jimmy puts up the last of the pans and drains the sink shaking his head slightly. He sighs and closes the cabinets and goes to finish tidying the dining room.
Seeing him, and Joe no where in sight she calls to him softly. "Jimmy?"
Jimmy straightens himself immediately and glances to the sound of the voice. "Yes, mistress?"
Natty walks to him and reaches to take his hand into hers "There is something that I need to talk to you about. Would you care to join me in a walk down to the Grove?"
Jimmy nods and folds the dust cloth before stuffing it into his pocket. "Of course, Miss Natalie.... Anywhere you want."
Jimmy's gaze falls to the floor. He always acted such a fool when the Mistress was around. He wished he could be as calm and powerful as she, but that was a foolish idea. Instead he took her hand and followed, trying to hide his eagerness.
"Would you fetch my black silk robe and my dagger from down stairs? I will meet you outside." Natty waits for an affirmation to her question and then leaves the house.
Jimmy nods and moves quickly to fetch her items. He passes Joe meditating in the dimly lit exercise room. Jimmy gathers the robe and carefully fetches the Knife and it's sheath, then makes his way quickly toward the grove.
Jimmy stops, always startled by Natalie and Joe's uncanny stealth. "M... Mistress. The items you requested."
"Thank you Jimmy." She takes the robe and drapes it over her arm and holds the dagger in her right hand. Taking his hand back into hers, she leads him quietly down to the grove.
Jimmy follows dutifully, a grain of hope building in his chest as she places her divinely cold flesh around his hand and leads him into the dark.
When they arrive at the Grove, Natalie asks Jimmy to hold her robe for her. As he does so, she strips off her clothing completely before stepping into the robe he held open for her. "Thank you."
Jimmy holds the robe, and though he keeps his eyes focused almost solely on his Mistress's face, he is occasionally distracted by small glimpses of her that make his body react in an undeniable fashion. But still, he bites at his lip and holds the robe until she calls for it. "You're welcome, Mistress. Thank you." He says with a thin red line on his bottom lip.
Natty ties the robe around her and walks into the center of the grove. There she kneels down and holds up her hand invitingly to Jimmy. "Come."
He steps forward and grips Natalie's hand, slipping to his knees with wide eyes.
"Do you understand what this place is about?"
Jimmy looks about, trying to pierce the darkness that the Mekhet have cultivated so intently here. He shakes his head slightly. "No Mistress... I mean... I think ... maybe... but I .... don't... really." He stammers out, a mix of fear and desire and rapt wonder at her attentions coloring his words deeply.
“I worship the Morrigan. Have you heard of her?"
Jimmy nods. "I... have. I've ... read... about." He says hesitantly, an idea starting to germinate in his mind.*
"She is the one whom brought you to me." Natalie states simply.
Jimmy's eyes brighten at the very thought of Them, together. Her blood on his lips. Her teeth in him. Her cold body pressing against him through thin layers of cloth. He smiles to Natalie at the very thought. "Your god... did this?"
Natty nods* "It was her will."
"She must be a very good, loving god then, right?" He asks quickly
"No she is not actually." Natty replies, looking upon his face for a reaction. "Her lessons are given through pain and tribulation."
Jimmy recoils a bit, blinking as though physically struck by the idea. "Pain?..." He asks thoughtfully. He looks as though he might ask a question, but holds his tongue instead.
"Speak.” She demands. “I wish to know your thoughts."
Jimmy chews at his lip again, deep in concentration. "The Goddess brought me to you, but she teaches through pain..." He pauses, then continues, concern obvious in his voice. "Have I hurt you, Mistress?"
"No you have not hurt me, and I know that you would never hurt me. However the Mother has paths for us both to take... paths that will not be easy for either of us."
Jimmy sighs slightly, in a strange relief, and nods at his Mistress's words. "I will do the best I'm able to, for you Miss Natalie."
Natty closes her eyes and squeezes Jimmy's hand
Jimmy blinks and tilts his head slightly.* "Is there something wrong, Mistress?"
"I wish I had your strength right now, Jimmy. Would you help me to do something that would make me stronger?"
Jimmy nods immediately. "Yes, Mistress. Anything for you."
Natty gracefully stands and turn before kneeling back down with her back to Jimmy. "Help me to offer up an offering of pain to my Goddess?" Natty gives her dagger to Jimmy and then loosens her robe to let it off the shoulders to the ground. "Place a circle of tiny cuts into my back."
Jimmy blinks and nods slowly. "Yes... Mistress." He takes the knife and closes his eyes tightly as he makes the first incision. He winces slightly and waits for the reaction.
Natty gasps and tenses as her fingers dig into the dirt.
"Mistress... I'm sorry. Should I stop?" He asks hesitantly as he withdraws the knife from her flesh.
“ No do not stop. The Mother will give me strength because of this offering that we are lifting up. You are not injuring permanently. I will heal in time."
Jimmy swallows hard and nods, shaking slightly as he continues. Quickly, the heady smell of Natalie's vitae begins to fill Jimmy's nostrils, setting fire to his lungs. Like Pavlov’s dog, Jimmy begins salivating, and becomes aroused in nearly the same breath.
Joe is deep in meditation as the blade pierces’ his childe and lover’s flesh. He feels the first cut like a splash of electricity across his back. His eyes pop open and he scans across the room wildly, looking for his love. Not seeing her, he sprints up the stairs and is almost to the door when the second cut lances her skin, stopping him in his tracks just long enough for the third, and fourth, and fifth, and sixth …
And the pain begins to turn.
"I will pray to the Mother and ask her for Her strength to follow the path she has laid before me." As Jimmy continues to cut the circle, Natalie bows forward and lifts up a prayer in Gaelic
Jimmy begins to moan as he has nearly half the circle completed. He shudders from the near overpowering temptation to lean forward for a taste of the powerful liquid glittering on Natty's back, exposed in the night air. But he does not stop, each tiny cut bringing another spasm from his Mistress, and he realizes, it is a gift to him, to make her act so... ecstatic... an erotic gift of pain and love.
Through the pain she forces herself to speak. "There is comfort in pain. I embrace that pain. I use that pain to fuel my passion for my Goddess. I use that pain to help me stand in my struggles. Embrace your pain Jimmy. Feel the strength that it give you. Not all pain is physical."
"Yes... Mistress..." Jimmy whispers breathlessly.* "Embrace it... I will...."
When Jimmy finishes, Natty sits back up straight. "We have both brought an offering to the Mother and she is pleased. She rewards those who please her.” Natty pulls the rest of her robe off of her body as she lays herself down on the ground on her back fully exposed to Jimmy. The pressure of the ground against the cuts causes Natalie to grimace in pain. "Take your reward. Cut me how you will and partake in the gift of Blood the Mother gives to you."
Jimmy's eyes go wide and he begins running his hand over Natalie's flesh, her soft chest, the taut skin of her abdomen, the supple muscles of her thighs. His neck is flushed and his eyes are wide, the pupils dilated. His hot breath is easily discernible, even in the heat of a summer night. "Anywhere?" He asks breathlessly.
"Everywhere, if you wish. The gift is for you."
Jimmy moans softly and begins making tiny slices all about Natalie, tasting her everywhere, taking every pleasure he can from her without engaging in actual intercourse. The blood loss begins mount as Jimmy indulges himself as much as he can.
***
From the shadows of the wood, Joe watches the mortal touching his woman… And his Beast growls fiercely. He watches the cuts, the arch of her back, the reddened slicked skin, the buck of her hips, and his teeth pop softly as they extend.
Blood fills his mind’s eye, spraying in hot gouts into the dark sky, showering him in glory, covering him and his intended as he howls into the black…
“MINE!!! MINE!!! MINE!!!”
Joe shudders, nearly doubling over as though he would vomit, but it is not revulsion that courses through him in convulsing spasms. Rather, it is his will that shakes Joe’s flesh, chaining the Beast that howls out for vengeance on the one that taunts him now.
It is slow… laborious… work, beating the animal that curls behind Joe’s eyes down.
But it is done.
Joe stands back to his full height, white skin turned colorless grey in the lightless August night. He continues to watch, to listen, to feel as his love lies bleeding in a bed of pain and allows the mortal to open her and degrade her with his desires. He closes his eyes, and the black night pours up and begins to envelope him, as he dissolves from the mind’s eye entirely.
***
Natty eyes are closed as she takes in the pain. For some reason it seems so much more real than anything else. His kisses, his touch -- they are like a shadow of something from so long ago. "The gift of Blood the Mother has given me, I have now given to you. I request of you to give it back to me in another ceremony that will complete the Mother's strengthening of me. A gift of Love and Blood, given to me that I will give to the Mother."
Jimmy leans up, feeling bloated and sated somehow, despite the lack of sexual congress. He nods his assent. "I... I will, Mistress... Anything… for you..."
Natty pulls him towards her and kisses deeply. "Thank you."
Jimmy returns the kiss, Natalie's own blood still sweet and thick on his breath.
Smelling the vitae, Natty feels the demands of her beast through her hunger and she pulls back from the kiss. "I must go and rest."
Jimmy pulls back, blinking in confusion... but bows his head in acquiescence. "Yes, Mistress." He states as he backs away and heads quickly to the house.
Natalie stretches and then gathers her clothes and blade before realizing. She no longer feels the presence of her sire. She frowns and walks quietly to the house. He is not in any of the rooms that she can tell, but his clothes are folded neatly in a pile in the exercise room and his Gi is missing. She tries to call him on his cel phone, but it merely rings from the neatly folded stack of clothes in the exercise room.
She closes the phone and sighs deeply as she closes her eyes. After contemplating for a moment, Natalie goes take a quick shower and put on fresh clothing.
As Natty starts to slip into the shower, she feels his presence again. He is calm, his Obfuscate is dropped and she can feel his beast as he walks downstairs*
Once Natty is out of the shower and dressed she ventures down stairs.
Joe is meditating quietly in the dark of the room, though the shadows seem particularly deep right around him. With Natty's Heightened Senses, she can smell grass on his bare feet.
Ignoring her hunger for the time being, Natty walks into room and sits down into a lotus position near Joe.
"My anger is intolerable." Joe breaks the silence. "It will not happen again."
"Are you angry at me?"
Joe shakes his head wordlessly.
"Very well. Your anger then is a sacrifice to the Mother."
Joe nods his head. "I have learned from it. It has passed through me and I survived. It is done."
"Then will you go hunt with me. I fear doing so alone right now in my current state."
Joe breathes in deeply and exhales slowly after a few moments, then nods. "You bled much."
Natalie nods in response, letting the words fill the room before they both stand and get themselves prepared to hunt…
Natty walks back into the house and begins to search for Jimmy.
Jimmy puts up the last of the pans and drains the sink shaking his head slightly. He sighs and closes the cabinets and goes to finish tidying the dining room.
Seeing him, and Joe no where in sight she calls to him softly. "Jimmy?"
Jimmy straightens himself immediately and glances to the sound of the voice. "Yes, mistress?"
Natty walks to him and reaches to take his hand into hers "There is something that I need to talk to you about. Would you care to join me in a walk down to the Grove?"
Jimmy nods and folds the dust cloth before stuffing it into his pocket. "Of course, Miss Natalie.... Anywhere you want."
Jimmy's gaze falls to the floor. He always acted such a fool when the Mistress was around. He wished he could be as calm and powerful as she, but that was a foolish idea. Instead he took her hand and followed, trying to hide his eagerness.
"Would you fetch my black silk robe and my dagger from down stairs? I will meet you outside." Natty waits for an affirmation to her question and then leaves the house.
Jimmy nods and moves quickly to fetch her items. He passes Joe meditating in the dimly lit exercise room. Jimmy gathers the robe and carefully fetches the Knife and it's sheath, then makes his way quickly toward the grove.
Jimmy stops, always startled by Natalie and Joe's uncanny stealth. "M... Mistress. The items you requested."
"Thank you Jimmy." She takes the robe and drapes it over her arm and holds the dagger in her right hand. Taking his hand back into hers, she leads him quietly down to the grove.
Jimmy follows dutifully, a grain of hope building in his chest as she places her divinely cold flesh around his hand and leads him into the dark.
When they arrive at the Grove, Natalie asks Jimmy to hold her robe for her. As he does so, she strips off her clothing completely before stepping into the robe he held open for her. "Thank you."
Jimmy holds the robe, and though he keeps his eyes focused almost solely on his Mistress's face, he is occasionally distracted by small glimpses of her that make his body react in an undeniable fashion. But still, he bites at his lip and holds the robe until she calls for it. "You're welcome, Mistress. Thank you." He says with a thin red line on his bottom lip.
Natty ties the robe around her and walks into the center of the grove. There she kneels down and holds up her hand invitingly to Jimmy. "Come."
He steps forward and grips Natalie's hand, slipping to his knees with wide eyes.
"Do you understand what this place is about?"
Jimmy looks about, trying to pierce the darkness that the Mekhet have cultivated so intently here. He shakes his head slightly. "No Mistress... I mean... I think ... maybe... but I .... don't... really." He stammers out, a mix of fear and desire and rapt wonder at her attentions coloring his words deeply.
“I worship the Morrigan. Have you heard of her?"
Jimmy nods. "I... have. I've ... read... about." He says hesitantly, an idea starting to germinate in his mind.*
"She is the one whom brought you to me." Natalie states simply.
Jimmy's eyes brighten at the very thought of Them, together. Her blood on his lips. Her teeth in him. Her cold body pressing against him through thin layers of cloth. He smiles to Natalie at the very thought. "Your god... did this?"
Natty nods* "It was her will."
"She must be a very good, loving god then, right?" He asks quickly
"No she is not actually." Natty replies, looking upon his face for a reaction. "Her lessons are given through pain and tribulation."
Jimmy recoils a bit, blinking as though physically struck by the idea. "Pain?..." He asks thoughtfully. He looks as though he might ask a question, but holds his tongue instead.
"Speak.” She demands. “I wish to know your thoughts."
Jimmy chews at his lip again, deep in concentration. "The Goddess brought me to you, but she teaches through pain..." He pauses, then continues, concern obvious in his voice. "Have I hurt you, Mistress?"
"No you have not hurt me, and I know that you would never hurt me. However the Mother has paths for us both to take... paths that will not be easy for either of us."
Jimmy sighs slightly, in a strange relief, and nods at his Mistress's words. "I will do the best I'm able to, for you Miss Natalie."
Natty closes her eyes and squeezes Jimmy's hand
Jimmy blinks and tilts his head slightly.* "Is there something wrong, Mistress?"
"I wish I had your strength right now, Jimmy. Would you help me to do something that would make me stronger?"
Jimmy nods immediately. "Yes, Mistress. Anything for you."
Natty gracefully stands and turn before kneeling back down with her back to Jimmy. "Help me to offer up an offering of pain to my Goddess?" Natty gives her dagger to Jimmy and then loosens her robe to let it off the shoulders to the ground. "Place a circle of tiny cuts into my back."
Jimmy blinks and nods slowly. "Yes... Mistress." He takes the knife and closes his eyes tightly as he makes the first incision. He winces slightly and waits for the reaction.
Natty gasps and tenses as her fingers dig into the dirt.
"Mistress... I'm sorry. Should I stop?" He asks hesitantly as he withdraws the knife from her flesh.
“ No do not stop. The Mother will give me strength because of this offering that we are lifting up. You are not injuring permanently. I will heal in time."
Jimmy swallows hard and nods, shaking slightly as he continues. Quickly, the heady smell of Natalie's vitae begins to fill Jimmy's nostrils, setting fire to his lungs. Like Pavlov’s dog, Jimmy begins salivating, and becomes aroused in nearly the same breath.
Joe is deep in meditation as the blade pierces’ his childe and lover’s flesh. He feels the first cut like a splash of electricity across his back. His eyes pop open and he scans across the room wildly, looking for his love. Not seeing her, he sprints up the stairs and is almost to the door when the second cut lances her skin, stopping him in his tracks just long enough for the third, and fourth, and fifth, and sixth …
And the pain begins to turn.
"I will pray to the Mother and ask her for Her strength to follow the path she has laid before me." As Jimmy continues to cut the circle, Natalie bows forward and lifts up a prayer in Gaelic
Jimmy begins to moan as he has nearly half the circle completed. He shudders from the near overpowering temptation to lean forward for a taste of the powerful liquid glittering on Natty's back, exposed in the night air. But he does not stop, each tiny cut bringing another spasm from his Mistress, and he realizes, it is a gift to him, to make her act so... ecstatic... an erotic gift of pain and love.
Through the pain she forces herself to speak. "There is comfort in pain. I embrace that pain. I use that pain to fuel my passion for my Goddess. I use that pain to help me stand in my struggles. Embrace your pain Jimmy. Feel the strength that it give you. Not all pain is physical."
"Yes... Mistress..." Jimmy whispers breathlessly.* "Embrace it... I will...."
When Jimmy finishes, Natty sits back up straight. "We have both brought an offering to the Mother and she is pleased. She rewards those who please her.” Natty pulls the rest of her robe off of her body as she lays herself down on the ground on her back fully exposed to Jimmy. The pressure of the ground against the cuts causes Natalie to grimace in pain. "Take your reward. Cut me how you will and partake in the gift of Blood the Mother gives to you."
Jimmy's eyes go wide and he begins running his hand over Natalie's flesh, her soft chest, the taut skin of her abdomen, the supple muscles of her thighs. His neck is flushed and his eyes are wide, the pupils dilated. His hot breath is easily discernible, even in the heat of a summer night. "Anywhere?" He asks breathlessly.
"Everywhere, if you wish. The gift is for you."
Jimmy moans softly and begins making tiny slices all about Natalie, tasting her everywhere, taking every pleasure he can from her without engaging in actual intercourse. The blood loss begins mount as Jimmy indulges himself as much as he can.
***
From the shadows of the wood, Joe watches the mortal touching his woman… And his Beast growls fiercely. He watches the cuts, the arch of her back, the reddened slicked skin, the buck of her hips, and his teeth pop softly as they extend.
Blood fills his mind’s eye, spraying in hot gouts into the dark sky, showering him in glory, covering him and his intended as he howls into the black…
“MINE!!! MINE!!! MINE!!!”
Joe shudders, nearly doubling over as though he would vomit, but it is not revulsion that courses through him in convulsing spasms. Rather, it is his will that shakes Joe’s flesh, chaining the Beast that howls out for vengeance on the one that taunts him now.
It is slow… laborious… work, beating the animal that curls behind Joe’s eyes down.
But it is done.
Joe stands back to his full height, white skin turned colorless grey in the lightless August night. He continues to watch, to listen, to feel as his love lies bleeding in a bed of pain and allows the mortal to open her and degrade her with his desires. He closes his eyes, and the black night pours up and begins to envelope him, as he dissolves from the mind’s eye entirely.
***
Natty eyes are closed as she takes in the pain. For some reason it seems so much more real than anything else. His kisses, his touch -- they are like a shadow of something from so long ago. "The gift of Blood the Mother has given me, I have now given to you. I request of you to give it back to me in another ceremony that will complete the Mother's strengthening of me. A gift of Love and Blood, given to me that I will give to the Mother."
Jimmy leans up, feeling bloated and sated somehow, despite the lack of sexual congress. He nods his assent. "I... I will, Mistress... Anything… for you..."
Natty pulls him towards her and kisses deeply. "Thank you."
Jimmy returns the kiss, Natalie's own blood still sweet and thick on his breath.
Smelling the vitae, Natty feels the demands of her beast through her hunger and she pulls back from the kiss. "I must go and rest."
Jimmy pulls back, blinking in confusion... but bows his head in acquiescence. "Yes, Mistress." He states as he backs away and heads quickly to the house.
Natalie stretches and then gathers her clothes and blade before realizing. She no longer feels the presence of her sire. She frowns and walks quietly to the house. He is not in any of the rooms that she can tell, but his clothes are folded neatly in a pile in the exercise room and his Gi is missing. She tries to call him on his cel phone, but it merely rings from the neatly folded stack of clothes in the exercise room.
She closes the phone and sighs deeply as she closes her eyes. After contemplating for a moment, Natalie goes take a quick shower and put on fresh clothing.
As Natty starts to slip into the shower, she feels his presence again. He is calm, his Obfuscate is dropped and she can feel his beast as he walks downstairs*
Once Natty is out of the shower and dressed she ventures down stairs.
Joe is meditating quietly in the dark of the room, though the shadows seem particularly deep right around him. With Natty's Heightened Senses, she can smell grass on his bare feet.
Ignoring her hunger for the time being, Natty walks into room and sits down into a lotus position near Joe.
"My anger is intolerable." Joe breaks the silence. "It will not happen again."
"Are you angry at me?"
Joe shakes his head wordlessly.
"Very well. Your anger then is a sacrifice to the Mother."
Joe nods his head. "I have learned from it. It has passed through me and I survived. It is done."
"Then will you go hunt with me. I fear doing so alone right now in my current state."
Joe breathes in deeply and exhales slowly after a few moments, then nods. "You bled much."
Natalie nods in response, letting the words fill the room before they both stand and get themselves prepared to hunt…