Chapter 10

When the band stopped singing, Leni did not want to see or talk to Ryodan. Bridget started back to Tegan's table, but Leni stopped her. "You go on back. I'm going to hang out here with Sean and the others for a while. I'll join you after the next set."

Leni was confused and alarmed by the strong emotions that consumed her while Ryodan watched her. She had no doubt that despite how he acted this morning after he kissed her, he was still very much drawn to her, and not just sexually. The trouble was that she was just as drawn to him, but she was she was still deeply hurt and humiliated by his words and actions. Her mind kept telling at her that she just couldn't trust him. Her heart kept telling her that, even if she could trust him, there was still the dream to consider.

In her life, many times dreams like that often presaged actual events. She had similar dreams about Philip. She ignored them and paid the price in heartache and pain. Was the dream about Ryodan a warning? She didn't know, but if it was, she was going to try and change the future. She wasn't going to let herself fall in love with a man who would leave her for someone else. Besides, Ryodan clearly had no respect for her, and that only hardened her resolve.

She watched Ryodan and Deidre on the dance floor and later in the booth. The way he pawed the brunette disgusted her. She was no prude and really enjoyed sex, but she was never one given to casual hookups or one night stands. She had to care about a man before she made love with him, and she would not allow herself to be groped like that in public. Kissing was one thing, but pawing was quite another, and Ryodan looked like he was digging for gold down the front of Deidre's low cut dress.

She didn't understand women who allowed that, and often took a lot of flak from her peers in school. Gran had taught her the idea that a woman should always respect herself, no matter how much she liked the guy. She said a man will get away with only what you let him. Gran always said there was a time and a place for everything, and this was neither the time, nor the place.

Anger at Ryodan and his disgusting behavior filled her; he was a pig, just as she thought him to be on the plane. Still, Leni felt the tentacles of jealousy score through her gut; the feeling was hot and burned like acid. That was an emotion, she wasn't familiar with, and that troubled her a lot. She was jealous of Deidre as she had never been jealous of a woman before; it just wasn't her nature.

Although not as beautiful as her as her graceful and regal cousin, Leni never had any problem attracting guys. She never wanted for dates. As handsome and charming as Philip was, the way other women sidled up to him, or looked at him with desire plain on their faces, did not evoke jealousy because she was confident that he loved and wanted only her. Of course, she had been sorely proven wrong, but that was neither here nor there. As Leni talked with the band, she reasoned that what Ryodan had done this morning, and what he was doing now, was actually a good thing: it gave her the perfect reason to stay away from him.

For the next eight days, Leni stayed away from Ryodan; she never went back to his nightclub, Chester's. He tried to stay from her, but on two nights, he went to Marty's Pub because he knew she would be there. The first time on the following Monday night, he sat at the bar alone watching her until Tegan asked Ry to join him at a small booth in the back. Leni and Bridget were sitting with Sean and his friends up front hear the empty stage.

The group of ten, including Sean, Denny, three other guys and three girls, laughed and joked together and had a good time the way only college age kids could. They drank a little, but not too much. They were exuberant, playful and noisy. They played darts and pool and danced to the music played over Uncle Marty's elaborate sound system. Leni never looked at Ryodan once, but she did not seem to have any preference for any of the guys, including Denny. That pleased Ryodan; still, he felt jealousy sear his mind. It wasn't simple jealousy over a woman he wanted that got to the big man now; it was longing and a curious ache around his shifted human heart.

Ryodan and Tegan sat enjoying a brandy watching the group. Tegan did not seem to care that Bridget was enjoying herself with other guys. That fact, really made Ryodan curious. Draghar males were unusually jealous and protective of their females.

Tegan observed his friend with a mix of pity and amusement on his big face. "She gets to you, doesn't she?" he said.

Ryodan did not have to ask who he meant.

"You are behaving with Leni exactly the same way I did with Rhianna when I first met her. I never met a woman like her. She had me so tied up in knots; I didn't know if I was coming or going." Tegan continued.

Ryodan said nothing.

"Rhianna had me so confused; she made me crazy for weeks. I casted her too, by the way. I didn't realize I was doing it; I just couldn't help myself. I almost shifted to our natural form twice, but the Druids knew what we were and worshiped us, so, even if I did, it would not have frightened her the way it would frighten women today. I think it is just how our soul mates affect us. They bring out the primal beast in us," he laughed.

"It wasn't until I realized how much I loved her, that I recognized what Rhianna was. She told me that she loved me, and that we were soul mates. We Draghar don't have the concept of soul mates. Hell, we don't even have the concept of love, but these human bodies we take do. The instant Rhianna said the words, "soul mates," I knew that it was true. She didn't have to explain, I just knew."

"Why are you telling me this, Te?"

"Because I believe the same thing is happening to you. I believe that you love Leni, and something inside you recognizes her as your soul mate. I believe she recognizes it too, but you are both fighting it, but it's getting harder for you to deny it, isn't it? You know what; I think Leni is a sidhe seer."

Every Draghar knew the only sidhe seers left alive lived in the monastery about two hours outside of the city. Tegan was crazy, Ryodan was sure of that. He sneered. "So you think Leni is a sidhe seer? Tell me is your "soul mate" a sidhe seer too.?"

"Yes, have you seen the bodyguards Rocky O'Bannion surrounds himself with these days. They are Unseelie lower cast. You know, the ones who bodies are deformed, and who have snouts like a rhino. Two weeks ago, O'Bannion and his guards walked into a restaurant where Bridget and I were dining. She saw through the Fae glamour and almost screamed, but I used a cloaking spell to hide us from them. I had a hard time calming her down, and an even harder time explaining to her what she saw."

"I am not surprised that she is sidhe seer because she is my soul mate. I have informed Zigor of this. He was surprised to find out there was a sidhe seer outside of the monastery. He thinks it's possible that there may be more out there that Rowena does not know about." Tegan explained.

Ryodan was stunned to hear about Bridget, but his heart knew what Tegan said about him and Leni could not be true. He would not, could not, betray Zayida by falling in love with another woman.

He fiercely cried out in denial. "I admit I have a powerful lust for her, but I am not in love with Leni Hammond. I loved Zayida; I still love her. I want to be with her again, and I want to see her to give birth to my son. I want them both to live again, and I will do whatever it takes to bring them back. I will not allow my lust for any human woman to get in my way, no how beautiful she is. I am not in love with that little ….." He couldn't bring himself to finish, he was so caught up in the ridiculousness of Te's words.

"Zayida was my soul mate. I love her so much; I can't forget her. I have been lost without her all this time." The words came out in an agonized whisper from Ryodan's mouth.

Tegan sat and watched his friend with a sorrowful look on his face. He understood Ryodan's pain. "If Leni is your soul mate, Ry, you will not be able to deny it. I know you loved Zayida. She was a good woman, but I am convinced she was not your soul mate."

"How can you know that, Te? You don't understand how I loved her. I would have died for her. I wish I had died instead of her."

"Did Zayida ask you to marry her in a Druid ceremony? Did she ask you to exchange the binding marriage vows with her?"

Ryodan nodded his head yes.

"But you never did say the vows with her, did you?"

Ryodan said nothing, but his eyes looked haunted and bleak.

"I thought not. I know that you loved her, but if Zayida was your true soul mate, once you heard those words, you would have said them to her. You could not have stopped yourself, even if you wanted to. No power on this earth could have stopped you." Tegan said.

"But I remember every minute I shared with her as if it were yesterday. This existence is hell without her. I loved my unborn son, too. I miss them both so much it kills me sometimes, even now. If she was not my soul mate, how is that possible?" Ryodan exploded in anger.

"We are immortal, Ry, and human existence is so fleeting. These human hearts we have are capable of loving many times. It would truly be an unbearable existence without love. You are lonely and you suffer because you don't allow yourself to love,. You surround yourself with whores like Moira and Deidre to slake your carnal needs, but it is not enough, and you know it. I knew Zayida, and I know she never would have wanted this kind of existence for you. She loved you too much for that. She would have wanted you to be happy and to love again." Tegan replied softly.

He continued. "I loved all of the human women I have shared my life with through the years. How could I not for they were all good women, but the love was never as deep as the love I had for Rhianna, then Mhairi and Breanna and now for Bridget. The other women I loved were never part of me; they were never part of my soul."

"Don't misunderstand me; I never confused either Mhairi or Breanna for Rhianna. They were not clones of Rhianna. They were all different women entirely in appearance, personality, likes and dislikes. It was a pleasure to discover all they were, but they all had the same spirit and the same soul."

"Unlike Rhianna, Mhair, Breanna and Bridget all recognized me instantly as their soul mate and loved me. It was the same for me. My soul called to them as theirs called to me. Only with Rhianna did it take time to figure out who she was. Like you I fought against it because I did not understand it. I did not want it. II had fight our Draghar nature to recognize it, but once I did, I never turned back. This time with Bridget, somehow the feeling is even deeper than with the other three. I love her so much more than the other three. I don't know why, but I do."

"No, you're wrong. I don't believe in soul mates, and I don't love Leni Hammond; I love Zayida. I may want Leni, but I will never want her the way I want Zayida." Ryodan snarled at Tegan. He threw some money on the table and got up and left the bar.

"Deny it if you wish, my friend, but it is true. I hope you don't find that out when it is too late." Tegan sighed as watched Ryodan leave.

Leni watched Ryodan leave with mixed feelings. Why can't he just stay away? She thought.

On Friday night, Ryodan showed up again with Deidre just as Leni and the band took to the stage; they walked to the back and sat down with Bridget and Tegan.. She did not have to see him arrive: all of her senses were instantly aware of him the minute he walked in the door. A strong burst of jealousy shot through her as she saw Deidre Hills clinging to his arm; the jealousy stayed with her all night and ate at her.

Leni's heart constricted in her chest, then began to flutter wildly. She flushed and had to take several deep cleansing breaths to make her stomach unclench. She could feel him watching her, but she made a conscious effort to ignore him, but she could not stop herself from peeking at him from under her eyelashes from time to time. Deidre sat next to Ryodan with an unhappy look on her face. Her eyes bored holes into Leni.

Leni performed several songs with the band, followed by a few of her own songs and finally a mix of country songs by Reba McIntire, Sara Evans, Vince Gill and others. Sean played the guitar again; he seemed very happy to be there.

Once the first set ended, Leni went to the Ladies Room. She was hot and sweaty and needed to pee badly. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see Moira inside arguing with Deidre. Neither woman noticed her arrival.

"You're a damned fool if you think you can keep Ryodan, Deidre. Are you too stupid to see that he wants that little blonde bitch? He's been staring at her all night. He's getting ready to dump you for her; I know him. He'll use her just like he is using you and then dump her too. Once you're both out of the picture, he will come running back to me; he always does. That blonde bitch is no competition for me; she is going home in a week or so, but, even if she stayed, she wouldn't keep him either. Neither one of you understands a real man like Ryodan. Neither one of you can give him what he needs. I was with him for five years; I know what he needs."

"You're just jealous because Ryodan cares about me now, Moira, and not you. You will never have him again. In fact, I think Ryodan is in love with me. I think he is going to ask me to move in with him. Look what he gave me tonight." Deidre shot back with a bright, confident smile as she held up her arm. An expensive diamond tennis bracelet adorned her arm. It must have cost at least five thousand pounds.

"That trinket? What a fool you are. Ryodan must have bought at least a hundred of those things; he buys them by the gross; he gets them wholesale. He gives one to a woman when he is through with her. Usually he says that he's going to be busy for a few days, and that he will call, but he never does. The bracelet is payment for services rendered; you know, it's like paying a prostitute or a call girl. There must be hundreds of women wearing that exact same bracelet. Look around the next time you're in Chester's." The beautiful redhead snorted.

At that moment, two tall, lovely blondes came in the bathroom to stand in line behind the three of them. They were wearing exactly the same diamond bracelet that Deidre wore. "Ryodan?" Moira asked as she pointed to the girls' arms. They both laughed and nodded. Deidre looked sick.

"If you want to see some real jewelry look at this. Ryodan gave me all of these and more throughout the last five years." Moira pointed to her neck, ears, arms and hands. She was wearing expensive diamonds and sapphires, including a huge dinner ring. In total, the gems must have cost well over one hundred thousand pounds.

"That"s real love for you. You are no more than a passing fancy, Deidre. He'll come back to me when he's done using you." Moira snarled. Deidre's face collapsed; she was almost in tears.

A flashback to the night she was nearly killed in front of Chester's flared brightly in her memory. Leni remembered the look of pure malice on Moira's face as she watched the Peugeot bearing down on her. She remembered the hate in Moira's eyes as she and Ryodan passed her in his car after he offered to give her a ride home. Leni felt goose bumps crawl up her spine at the memory, and it wasn't pleasant.

During the past week, she had asked Bridget about the red head. What she learned confirmed her suspicion that Moira was spiteful and malevolent. She was so jealous of Ryodan, she was pathological. Bridget said many women often complained about the nasty tricks Moira used against them. She was willing to harm anyone who got in her way.

"Don't let her get to you, Deidre. There is nothing going on between Ryodan and me. Besides, you are right, Moira is just envious of you. You know, Moira; there's nothing more pathetic than a jealous woman who hangs on to a man who doesn't want her. Why don't you leave Deidre alone?" Leni asked; she felt a strong stirring of sympathy at the hurt on the brunette's face.

Both women whirled around, startled by her presence. "I don't need the likes of you to defend me, you little whore! I know you want him. You all do; I can tell, but Ryodan loves me!" Deidre shot out with hatred and anger in her eyes.

"You're right. She does want him, and Ry wants her, but not for long. He'll get what he wants and then dump her just like he will you. I am the only one who has lasted. He's mine!" Moira said in a nasty, mean voice just to twist the blade of doubt and jealousy a little deeper in Deidre's gut.

"Well, you two can fight over Ryodan all you want, just leave me out of it. I am so out of this snake pit after the wedding. You two can have him; I don't want him." Leni growled at them and walked into one of the stalls. All sympathy for Deidre evaporated into thin air. By the time she came out again, both women were gone.

After the last set, Leni walked back to Bridget's table to pick up her jacket and purse. Denny had asked her to go bowling and she agreed. She was going to meet him at his car outside.

"If you can wait, Te and I will take you home, Munchkin." Bridget said.

"Oh, don't bother. Denny wants to teach me how to bowl. He'll take me home later." Leni replied as she winked at her cousin. She made a fanning motion with her hands.

Bridget giggled. "That poor sucker. Leni, you should really tell him you already know how to bowl."

"Well let's not tell Denny, and I guarantee you that I will pay for lunch tomorrow." Leni giggled back and started to turn around.

"You're fucking that lowlife, Denny, aren't you? Why don't you admit to Ry that you're shagging that bog trotter?" The words came rushing out of Deidre's mouth. They were ugly and harsh, and they were unwarranted. Everyone at the table turned to stare at her.

Leni whirled around. "For your information, Denny is not a lowlife. He may not be as sophisticated as a stone cold whore like you, but he's a decent guy. He treats me with respect. He doesn't paw me in public, and I don't have to act like a bitch in heat to make him like me. Am I sleeping with him, well that just isn't anybody's else's business, is it?" Leni's hissed the words in a voice so cold it could have frosted the air.

Deidre jumped up with her arm pulled back; she was ready to slap Leni for the insult she just received. Quicker than anyone could imagine, Leni grabbed Deidre's arm and squeezed so tightly that her long fingernails broke the skin; blood started to drip from the brunette's arm.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Ms Hill. I don't fight like a girl; I don't slap: I punch back, and I punch hard. So unless you plan to become very intimate with your orthodontist, I strongly suggest you keep your hands off me!" Leni's cool voice was soft and silky, but the menace contained in it made Deidre nearly wet herself. Leni thrust Deidre's arm away roughly and walked away with her jacket over her arm.

"Are you going to let her get away with that, Ry?" Deidre shrilled. She was shaking in anger and frustration.

Ryodan grinned inwardly to himself. Even though Leni's insult was directed at him as well, he wasn't angry with her. He was proud that she stood up to the much bigger Deidre.

"You called that on yourself, Dee. Leni did nothing to you. You made a threat and now you"re paying for it. I think it's time you to leave." Ryodan voice was hard as he fished several ten pound notes out of his wallet and handed them to her. "Call for a taxi and go home."

"Will I see you tomorrow?" Deidre asked plaintively.

"No. I won't be needing you anymore. We're through." Ryodan replied harshly.

Moira, who was sitting with some friends at a nearby table, covered her mouth to stifle the laugh building inside. She was heady with malicious glee. For a week, she had watched the brunette with Ryodan and plotted to find a way to get rid of her. She hadn't thought the brunette would fall for her obvious ploy, but she did. Exultation bubbled through her.

Stupid bitch; you don't deserve a man like Ryodan, and neither does Leni Hammond. Too bad the "accident" I planned for that little blonde bitch wasn't successful; still she seems to be out of the picture now. I would have planned something entirely different for the Great Ms Hill; something that would have marred that smarmy face of hers. Moira thought to herself.

An hour and a half later, a freshly showered Leni sat on the sofa in the gatehouse in a short bathrobe and cotton briefs. The robe was tied loosely at the waist. She was brushing her damp hair while watching TV and eating chocolate almond ice cream from the pint container. Her eyes didn't register what was appearing on the television; her mind was on Ryodan and the strong urge she had to strangle him right now.

She was pigging out on the ice cream; eating sweets was something she did when she felt dejected or upset. Chocolate almond ice cream was her favorite comfort food. She really felt upset tonight. She was so depressed, she asked Denny to take her home immediately.

When she reached her door, she realized she had left her purse at Marty's. She and Denny walked over to the guard house and got another key. Denny asked to come in, but Leni said no. She kissed him on the cheek before he left, saying, "I like you, Denny, just not that way."

She called the pub and Uncle Marty went to check for her. If he found it, he said he would hold her purse in the desk in his office until she claimed it tomorrow, but when he came back to the phone, he said Bridget would drop it by at the gatehouse tomorrow.

Leni was shoveling a big tablespoon full of ice cream into her mouth when she heard someone knocking at the door. Thinking it was Bridget bringing her purse, she shot up and walked to the door licking ice cream off the spoon. Since she had the container in her other hand, she stuffed the spoon in her mouth and opened the door. It wasn't Bridget, who was standing there. It was Ryodan. Her purse was in his hand. Leni was suddenly embarrassed. She felt like a kid again, caught with her hand in Gran's cookie jar.

Her heart started to stutter; she blushed a bright red. She pulled the spoon out of her mouth and quickly shoved the spoon and the ice cream behind her back. "Oh, it's you," she said in a shocked voice.

"I came to apologize for Deidre and to bring you this." Ryodan managed to get the words out before he started to laugh.

Without an invitation, he stepped into the room; Leni automatically backed up toward the sofa in the living room, stopping when the back of her leg hit the coffee table. Ryodan followed staying within inches of her body. He looked down at he, "You look ridiculous, he said and laughed again. She had a big smear of chocolate on her cheek, and her lips were all covered with ice cream. She looked just like a guilty child, and she looked utterly adorable.

Bending down, he kissed her lightly, licking the confection off her lips and cheek. He knew it was a mistake the minute he did it. As soon as his lips touched hers, an electric charge sizzled the air between them. He could actually see the sparks they created. Spontaneously, he began to cast until his pheromones filled the room.

Leni jumped back; she was so startled. She began to shiver hard; her knees grew weak. She sucked in a sharp breath of surprise. Deep in his brain, Ryodan knew that even though it was not humanly possible, on some level, Leni picked up the scent of his pheromones; she could feel the lure of his Draghar nature.

Leni was badly shaken by her reaction, Ryodan had not made any threatening gestures, but still she was shocked. She was knew the way she felt that something was not normal. She set the ice cream container and the spoon down on the coffee table. With one hand, she curiously touched her lips, and she silently stated at him. Her lips still buzzed with the energy of his kiss. His lips had felt so good on hers; she craved more with a ferocity that seemed to border on insanity.

He bent and kissed her again, more deeply this time, and stepped back shaken by his own reaction. Every time, he touched Leni, the emotions he felt were deeper, more intense. An aching for her grew inside him; it was so deep, he could barely breathe. Desire and an unfamiliar feeling roared through him and left him hot and cold at the same time; He was shaking just as hard as Leni. He felt really strange; he could even feel the tattoos on his body pulsing strangely as if they ached for Leni too.

Leni could barely stand; her legs felt rubbery and weak. His kiss had her trembling uncontrollably like a love starved fool. She stared wide eyed at him; her violet eyes were luminous and shone with confusion and hesitation. She wanted to kiss him back, but she was afraid of another rejection. She knew she couldn't stand that hurt and humiliation again.

"Ryodan, why?" her soft voice begged for an explanation. She couldn't move, and she couldn't say anything more.

Ryodan didn't say anything; he had no answer to give; he just stared back at her; his black eyes even darker with unknown emotion. For a few seconds, he felt frozen in time. He had told himself he had just come to drop off her purse and to apologize for Deidre's behavior, but he knew that was a shallow lie. He wanted to see her so badly, any excuse would do. The purse was his excuse; he jumped at it eagerly.

As they stood absolutely still staring into each others eyes. They both began to breath in hard uneven pants, but their breathing was synchronized; they seemed to be breathing as one. Leni was puzzled by that. Reaching out, she touched his chest above his heart with one small hand. In turn, he placed one of his large hands just above her heart. They could feel their hears beating in rhythm to the emotions that beset them. Her touch was feather soft, but it seared him through his clothing. Leni felt the same.

Leni!" A deep primitive sound of pure animal need rumbled from deep within his chest, exploding outward like an erupting volcano. Ryodan felt like he was being burned alive in a conflagration of lust and desire stronger than a burning sun. He needed Leni right now more than he had ever wanted any other woman.

His need for her was a primitive, wild, feral thing, from a place impossibly deep inside him. The beast inside him roared out its need for this female, but he felt so much more than that. Leni called to him; she was part of him; he needed her to complete him. Without her he would be an empty shell. All he could think of was Leni. He knew if they mated tonight, there was no going back.

Leni!" he cried again. The sound of his deep voice reverberated strongly through her and made her tingle with need. The floor underneath her feet shook. Her small body rippled in response and exploded in a strong orgasm. The smell of her female juices combined with the musky smell of his arousal pushed her to the brink. She was wild for him. Ryodan called to her in a way that she didn't understand, and everything in her responded to that call.

She needed him deep inside her, covering her; filling her with his essence. Her desire for him controlled her, but Leni knew it was more than that. For the first time, she acknowledged the love she felt for him; when it happened, it didn't matter because it was there now, deep, abiding and so strong that it shook her to the center of her very being. For the first time, she recognized that Ryodan was a part of her being now; he always would be. If they made love tonight, she was lost, and there was no going back.

Later when she thought of that night, Leni could not remember how they got to the bedroom, or how they got undressed. Her next conscious thought was of Ryodan hot naked body cradling her from behind. He was sitting on his heels on her bed; and she was straddling his lap with her back to his chest.

Ryodan was moving deep inside of her and stroking hard. His engorged penis filled her moist, wet channel to the hilt. Her inner core was pulsing as it stretched so tightly around him that she could feel every vein and every ridge in his manhood. The tightness of her sex made him want to scream with ecstasy. He had worried about her taking him, but the soft cream of her arousal provided all the lubricant he needed to move within her without causing her pain from his huge size.

Ryodan held Leni tightly against him her with one hand; the other hand found the swollen bud of her clit and teased it; he Pinched it lightly between his thumb and forefinger and rubbing; the friction against her soft sensitive skin sent shuddering waves of pleasure through her until she came.

Rotating and undulating his hips; He went even deeper with each stroke until he was touching her womb. Leni panted and moaned as she undulated and writhed too. She pushed her hips down and ground her sex against his pelvis; she wanted to impale herself on his length.

They were both slick with sweat, the steam of their breath fogging the cooler bedroom, and they were getting hotter by the minute. Ryodan softly whispered words of endearment in Gaelic and English; words that he never said to the other women. She understood and whispered them back. He whispered words in a guttural language she could not possibly understand; and yet somehow, she did.

Leni was overcome with emotions so powerful they amazed and astonished her. She thought words of love for him in her mind. She was so lost in the pure ecstasy and joy his precious body gave her, she wasn't even conscious of the fact that she was talking out loud.

Through the daze of pleasure that his own body experienced, Ryodan's sharp sense of hearing heard her words Part of him was elated to hear them. The other part of him felt stricken because he could not love her back, but he was not willing to give her up, not yet. Someday soon he would have to, but not yet.

Their slick bodies slapped together making wonderful, wet, sucking sounds. Leni felt the heat of his large testicles beating against the soft sensitive outer folds of her sex; it was amazingly sensual and erotic. She wanted to touch them to give him as much pleasure as he gave her; arching her back, she bent forward a little. One small hand cupped him and began to massage lightly.

Ryodan groaned and jumped as he felt her hand; the orgasm that he had been trying hard to hold back, threatened to burst forth and deluge them both, but he wasn't quite ready yet; he wanted to make her come with him. Quickly, he drew her hand to his lips and kissed it. "Wait, little one. Not yet," he managed to gasp.

It wasn't much longer before he felt the muscles in Leni's abdomen clench hard as her own orgasm built, ready to erupt. He could hear her moans of pleasure as he rocked into her faster and faster. His testicles lifted and tightened, making ready for the finish.

Gently nudging Leni forward with his big body, he bent her over to balance on her two hands. After running his tongue down her spine, he moved her long hair to one side and found the spot where her neck and shoulder joined; he bit down hard slightly breaking the skin as orgasm roared through him; he pumped his seed into her hard and hot and high. Ryodan claimed Leni her in the manner a Zaghar male claims a Zaghar female. It was a biological imperative that could not be denied.

She screamed his name as she came. Once, twice, three times, he shuddered as he poured into her. He was shocked by what he had just done. He had never claimed had claimed a human female in that manner; he had never wanted to.

The tidal wave of her own orgasm ripped through her and joined with his powerful climax creating a tsunami of powerful physical sensations. They rode the high crest of pleasure together, wave after wave, until they both shattered, crying out the others name.

Ryodan collapsed on top of Leni, feeling so weak, he could barely move. "Ryodan, I can't breathe," she squeaked. Rolling on his back, he pulled her small body on top of him. He was fully and completely satisfied, but her could not bear to be without her nearness. He wanted to climb inside her skin.

For an hour he held her that way, stroking her hair and her back, murmuring softly to her as the aftershocks of their orgasms slowly subsided. He felt her tears as they softly fell on his chest. He understood how shattering their lovemaking had been to her;it had been the same for him. For the first time in millennia, Ryodan finally felt at peace. He finally felt happy, and he felt contentment.

Leni felt happy and content too as she fell asleep stretched out on top of Ryodan with her her cheek against his chest. His scent and the sound of his beating heart calmed her. She was as as light as a feather, and he didn't mind at all. Pulling the blanket up over them both, he slept deeply himself until past dawn.