Last Request
The girl's lips pressed to my wrist, warm to my cool, soft and supple. I felt my Beast twitch with need. It had been a while since another had tasted of me. MINE.
Her voice echoed through my mind, swimming around and round like a typhoon. "Some of your life in mine, not filtered by Tumble, just you."
She was mine completely, whole. She was asking for me to claim her, as a daughter, as her Regnant, as my own.
I felt a conflict. Why should I not give her what she wants? She is begging for it. But, ...
"You have your whole unlife to be bound. Do you understand what it means to be? Do you understand I am bound to another? I would never be fully yours and you would be mine .. "
The childe did not know what she was getting into. Rationality set in to war with the need of the Beast to claim. Reason and compassion...charity...towards the girl I was quite fond and proud of. I could tell that my Regnant's blood was already affecting me. I was losing the Daeva whimsicalness, even in the face of what the Monster within wanted. I was thinking several steps ahead.
I tilted my head and regarded her. Her situation was so like mine. Born to a creature that was not like her. Left to a nightmare on her own. How could I not understand her? How could I not want MORE for her. She was my reflection.
"I don't care about fully." She said with naieve defiance.
Internally, I smiled. I was more than satisfied that she was mine. A bond was not necessary for it. Besides...
I leaned forward and sensually brushed my lips on her forehead, feeling her warm skin. The girl needed to control this human like behavior. The girl needed to learn ...
"If you do, you will have the blushing disease. Are you prepared for such a sacrifice?"
I saw her expression grow crestfallen, and I knew, then and there, she had learned without me having to 'tell' her. Yes, this one is special. She explains to me why and then the obvious, "I...I can't do it."
She looks so sad. I feel her remorse, desire, and helplessness through our sympathy we share as family. I kiss her then, comforting her for her. My lips are dead and I feel nothing but the need to protect her. I brush the hair from her face as I look her in the eyes, "It's all right. This is why I tell you ahead of time, and I am proud you put reason above your desires. You are miles ahead of where I was when I was where you are at."
I can feel Donovan's own desire at watching this intimacy, standing as our protector. He is a man after all. But also his jealousy that my attention is not on him, and rage - directed at what made this meeting necessary. His rage is consuming. I worry for him if I were to fall. He will seek vengeance, and will not stop until he or all that were involved are dead. Although he can fight, and is amazing at strategy, the odds of him beating that many were astronomical.
I look at the parcel I have given the girl. No matter what happens, she will ensure I receive my last request.
I only wish I could give her hers...
Her voice echoed through my mind, swimming around and round like a typhoon. "Some of your life in mine, not filtered by Tumble, just you."
She was mine completely, whole. She was asking for me to claim her, as a daughter, as her Regnant, as my own.
I felt a conflict. Why should I not give her what she wants? She is begging for it. But, ...
"You have your whole unlife to be bound. Do you understand what it means to be? Do you understand I am bound to another? I would never be fully yours and you would be mine .. "
The childe did not know what she was getting into. Rationality set in to war with the need of the Beast to claim. Reason and compassion...charity...towards the girl I was quite fond and proud of. I could tell that my Regnant's blood was already affecting me. I was losing the Daeva whimsicalness, even in the face of what the Monster within wanted. I was thinking several steps ahead.
I tilted my head and regarded her. Her situation was so like mine. Born to a creature that was not like her. Left to a nightmare on her own. How could I not understand her? How could I not want MORE for her. She was my reflection.
"I don't care about fully." She said with naieve defiance.
Internally, I smiled. I was more than satisfied that she was mine. A bond was not necessary for it. Besides...
I leaned forward and sensually brushed my lips on her forehead, feeling her warm skin. The girl needed to control this human like behavior. The girl needed to learn ...
"If you do, you will have the blushing disease. Are you prepared for such a sacrifice?"
I saw her expression grow crestfallen, and I knew, then and there, she had learned without me having to 'tell' her. Yes, this one is special. She explains to me why and then the obvious, "I...I can't do it."
She looks so sad. I feel her remorse, desire, and helplessness through our sympathy we share as family. I kiss her then, comforting her for her. My lips are dead and I feel nothing but the need to protect her. I brush the hair from her face as I look her in the eyes, "It's all right. This is why I tell you ahead of time, and I am proud you put reason above your desires. You are miles ahead of where I was when I was where you are at."
I can feel Donovan's own desire at watching this intimacy, standing as our protector. He is a man after all. But also his jealousy that my attention is not on him, and rage - directed at what made this meeting necessary. His rage is consuming. I worry for him if I were to fall. He will seek vengeance, and will not stop until he or all that were involved are dead. Although he can fight, and is amazing at strategy, the odds of him beating that many were astronomical.
I look at the parcel I have given the girl. No matter what happens, she will ensure I receive my last request.
I only wish I could give her hers...