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A Sookie/Eric/Godric fic.
Chapter Twenty-Five.
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Disclaimer: See Ch. 1.
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A/N: Thanks for all the fantastic reviews so far, I'm glad you guys are still enjoying this story!
Well, we're at 25 chapters, and I'm definitely not finished yet! All of the Godric fans should definitely enjoy this chapter ;) M-Rated action ... you've been warned.
Thanks to Vamplover669, I realized a mistake I'd made in chapter 23. When I originally wrote that chapter, I changed my mind about halfway through and decided that Godric wouldn't be at Sophie-Ann's estate, but at Russell's instead. Unfortunately, I forgot to take out the bit where Sookie feels his presence at Sophie-Ann's. Shame on me! I have gone back and fixed that, so that it reads appropriately.
I hope you guys like this one, I know I'll love writing it.
As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!
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The first thing that Eric did when we got into the room was sweep it for bugs. I gave a half-hearted look around with him, but his eyes and ears were definite better suited for this than mine. The room was large by my standards, with glorious furnishings. Russell Edgington was clearly a very wealthy man.
The room was equipped with everything that one might need, whether human or vampire. It was light-tight, of course, with an enormous four-poster bed that made me squirm just looking at it. The carpet was full and soft under my feet, and so clean-looking that I'd taken off my shoes the moment we'd walked in, not wanting to wreck it with mud-spots. The art on the wall wasn't exactly what I'd call attractive, as it consisted primarily of two things: death, and sex. The two most important aspects of vampires, I supposed. There was a couch against the far wall, beside a large bookshelf, and there was a beautiful, wooden dresser directly across from the bed. It was a dark a brown as wood could get, and gleamed its elegance through the room. Russell also took very good care of his possessions.
When Eric finally finished looking through the room for any cameras or listening devices, and determined there were none, he met me in the middle of the room, sighing deeply. "Godric is near ... I can feel it."
I could too, but it was so weak. "He'll be okay."
Eric nodded absentmindedly, kissing my forehead before pulling away. He detached his sword from his back, setting it down on the dresser, and then shucked himself out of his jacket. He rolled his neck around, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet. He was tense, I knew. So close to his family's murderer ... it was killing him to be so patient.
The door opened before I could try to reassure him further, and two men walked into the room, holding a third man between them. It was Godric. He was bloodied and unconscious, wearing only a pair of pants that were shredded in places.
I brought a hand to my mouth in shock at the sight of him, while Eric immediately sped to his maker's side. Eric pulled Godric out of their hands, lifting him into his strong arms. With a glare, he banished them from the room. I was thankful that they closed the door behind them, because I didn't think either of us had the presence of mind to do so.
"Godric," I whispered, following Eric to the bed.
He laid his maker across the mattress, taking in his injuries. He'd been cut in many places, likely with silver. There were stab and burn marks, and even a few chunks missing, as though someone had taken a bite out of him. It was more than likely, considering he'd been grabbed by wolves. Eric growled at the sight of his mangled maker, his pale hands tensing into fists.
"He's not ...?" I couldn't finish the sentence. It hurt too much to even think of it, but then I realized that if Godric was dead, he would be nothing more than a pile of goop. He was hurt badly, but he was still alive. "What can we do?" I asked next.
Eric glanced at me, his eyes clouded in doubt and worry. "He needs blood, but he's unconscious. He won't be able to drop fang," Eric informed me.
I spared a brief moment to think of what he was asking, and then nodded purposefully. I slid off the shirt I'd worn over my dress, offering my wrist to Eric. "Bite me."
If it had been anyone else, Eric might have asked me if I was sure, but this was his maker. He nodded once before dropping his fangs down. They pierced the flesh of my exposed skin a moment later, and a stream of blood began flowing.
Not wanting to waste a single drop, I quickly scrambled towards the bed; towards Godric. He looked like death warmed over, and I shuddered at the sight, forcing myself to think only of the positive. He wasn't dead yet, and my blood could save him. When I finally got to his side, I found it awkward to kneel over him to feed him. If it had been Eric, I would have just lain over top of him and bent my elbow, but this wasn't Eric, and we weren't in the throws of sexual bliss. For ease of access, I laid down on the bed beside Godric, turning on my side and hooking my arm around so that my fingers were facing my head, and my bleeding wrist was angled directly above Godric's slanted mouth.
A few stray drops stained his lips before I got the position just right, and then the blood found its home. I pressed my wrist down against his lips so that he could suck once he'd regained enough strength.
The room was far too quiet for my liking, as I was the only one making any sound. My worried inhales and exhales were like great booms of rumbling thunder against the darkness, and I wished that Eric would move or sit down or stroke my hair, or do something to let me know I wasn't alone in the room.
The moments passed slowly, but I finally felt a response from Godric. Both from his lips on my wrist, and the bond within us. Eric felt it as well, and he rushed to the other side of the bed. Godric was lying sideways on the large bed, and Eric fanned his hands out on either side of his maker's head, leaning his large frame over the other side of the bed.
Godric sucked harder and harder, drawing more of my blood into his mouth. I could feel him slowly becoming stronger, the wounds on his body beginning to heal.
I sighed in relief, and then squeaked in pain when I felt Godric's fangs pierce into my flesh.
He attacked my wrist ravenously, holding it in place with his hand.
"Ow," I whimpered, torn between staying still and trying to pull my hand away.
Still Godric continued his desperate feeding, seeming unaware of the pain he was causing me. His eyes snapped open a moment later, and he gave my arm a sharp tug.
The next thing I knew, I was straddled across him, looking down into his hungry eyes. "Godric, stop," I choked out in a breathless whisper.
If he heard me, he didn't show it. Instead, he brought a hand to the back of my head, pulling me down so that he could sink his fangs into my neck. His free hand silenced my scream of shock and fear, swallowing my blood madly.
A second later, I was on my back on the bed, and Godric was gone. I rolled over, holding a hand to my neck, to see Eric holding Godric against the wall. Godric was fighting Eric's grip, his eyes mad with bloodlust. He was putting up a good fight, and I didn't know how much longer Eric would be able to hold him.
"Get out of here, Sookie," Eric told me. "I'll feed him the rest."
I shook my head, not wanting to abandon Godric now. "No, Eric."
"Sookie, he ... he hurt you," Eric spoke, softly - as though even saying the words caused him pain.
I pushed myself up off the bed, feeling a little woozy at first. I took a few seconds to shake it off, and then walked around the large bed, coming to a stop at Eric's side. Godric was chomping madly, trying to get at me for another taste of my fairy blood. "He doesn't know what he's doing. What they did to him ... he's broken. Let me fix him."
Eric shook his head. "It's too dangerous. He'd never forgive me if you got hurt because I didn't make you leave."
"I'll take the blame," I assured him, and before Eric could stop me, I placed my hands on Godric's chest. I had to reach up a bit, seeing as Eric was holding his maker up off the floor, but I managed it. I closed my eyes, slowing my breathing into a calm, even rhythm, before summoning the light that I wanted. It had worked with Eric, and now I needed it to work with Godric.
His body had healed some, but he was still coated in blood, and some of the worse wounds still remained. I could only see the physical damage they'd done to him in such brief a time, but I had no idea what sort of mental torture they'd used. Godric was a two-thousand-year old vampire, the strongest man that I knew - whatever they'd done to hurt him so made me shudder in pain and sadness.
A tear leaked out of my eye and fell onto my cheek as a steady green light erupted from my hands. A tremor ran through my body as I pulsed my light into him, and I felt myself weakening. Godric had taken too much blood.
I started to sway, but before I could fall, Eric's wrist was in front of my mouth. He held Godric against the wall with one hand, and had bitted his other wrist. "Drink," he spoke, not taking his eyes off of Godric.
I didn't so much as hesitate, taking the offering into my mouth and sucking Eric's essence down my throat. I felt the effects almost instantly, and kept on sucking, needing as much strength as I could muster. As I drank from Eric, my green light continued to pour into Godric, and after a short while, we both felt his protests lessen. He slackened against Eric's grip, staring down at me through hazy, half-lidded eyes.
When I felt strong enough, I pulled my lips away from Eric's wrist, watching as the wound closed over. I reached out with my tongue to lap up the remnants against his skin, and I swore I heard him groan. I pushed that thought to the back of my mind for now, focusing on making Godric better.
I don't know how long we'd been standing there, but I knew the moment that I could let go. I felt the change deep inside me, before his eyes sparked back into life. He looked equal parts hungry and guilty, and I brought a hand up to stroke his cheek. "Eric, you can let him go," I whispered.
Eric hesitated for a moment, but he could feel it too, and he slowly lowered Godric back to the ground, pulling his hands away from his maker.
As soon as he was free, Godric turned his head away. "I'm sorry."
I shook my head, pulling his back to face me with the hand on his cheek. My light faded out of my hand and back into my body, having done its job. "I know you couldn't help it."
"That does not excuse my actions," Godric replied. He tried to move, but he was still weak.
"You need more blood," I told him, offering my wrist. Both it and my neck had healed over with Eric's blood in me.
Godric shook his head. "I can't ..."
I sighed, stepping closer to him and moving my hand so that it gripped his chin. I held him still, though even in his weakened state he could have pushed me away if he wanted. "Use your brain, Godric. We're pretty deep in the lion's den, here, and we need all the strength that we can muster. You're no good to us like this." I hated saying it, because I felt as though I was kicking him when he was down, but he needed to snap out of. "Eric needs you to be strong. I need you to be strong." I pressed my wrist against his mouth, staring deep into his eyes. "Drink."
Godric met my eyes pitifully once more before he nodded. He brought one bloody, shaky hand to my wrist to hold it in place, and then dropped his fangs. With one last look into my assured eyes, he bit down on my wrist.
I tried to stifle my gasp, but it wasn't easy.
Eric kept a sharp eye on us the entire time, ready to pull Godric away again if he looked as though he were about to lose control again. I was grateful for his protective instincts, but I knew that we would be okay now.
While Godric drank from me, I stroked his cheek, his hair, his neck, his shoulder ... anywhere I could touch, trying to sooth him. I tried to pour as much comfort into him as I could, to let him know that I still trusted him. He was still a good person.
Godric knew when he'd had enough, and he pulled away from my wrist with a quiet smack of his lips. He licked over my wrist a couple of times, clearing away the remaining blood and sealing the wound at the same time. "Thank you," he spoke, unable to meet my eyes.
I nodded, reaching out with my arms to pull him towards me. Godric froze at the contact, but allowed me to embrace him. I wondered in that moment how often it was that vampires got hugged. Eric had let me embrace him before when I needed the emotional contact, but he never initiated a full-out hug. I'd never seen Eric and Godric hug, though they'd shared more intimate moments.
After he realized that I wasn't letting go, Godric lifted his arms to my back, returning the pressure lightly.
"You're welcome," I whispered into his shoulder, smiling a little. He was back. Everything would be okay now.
"We should get him cleaned up," Eric spoke to us, his voice soft, wavering a little.
I nodded, pulling away from Godric.
Eric led us to a door he'd discovered while searching the room for bugs, that led to a small bathroom. There was a double-sink, a gold-trimmed towel rack, a simple porcelain toilet - for his human guests, and a wide, enclosed shower stall. Eric turned on the water, holding his fingers under it until it reached a temperature that he liked. He pulled off his shirt and toed off his shoes, and then glanced at me. "You don't have to stay," he offered, trying to save me some embarrassment.
I looked from him to Godric, who - despite my blood and comfort - still looked so lost and despondent, and shook my head. "I'll be okay." My dress was already ruined with Godric's blood, and I slipped it off my shoulders and down me feet, leaving me clad only in a pair of matching, blue underwear. I left those on, not quite ready to strip bare in front of Godric.
Eric didn't have the same qualms, and after divesting himself of the remainder of his clothing, he moved to Godric.
Godric's pants were little more than bloody rags now, and Eric practically tore them off his maker's legs. He chucked them across the room with a growl, then stood back up in front of his maker. He leaned forward, bending his forehead against Godric's. They stayed that way for a long moment, their foreheads the only parts of their bodies that were touching, until Godric finally nodded.
Eric led Godric into the shower, and I followed directly behind.
It was fortunate that the shower was designed for - shall I say - romantic interludes, because otherwise the three of us never would have fit comfortably inside. Eric maneuvered Godric under the spray of the water, allowing the heavy flow to rinse the blood away.
Godric closed his eyes, remaining still under the warm water.
Eric picked up a round lufa with a hand grip on it, pouring soap onto it and working it in. He started on Godric's front, rubbing and scrubbing away, wanting to rid all traces of Godric's torture from his otherwise perfect flesh.
I didn't have a scrubbing device to use, so I simply lathered up soap on my hands and began working on Godric's back. His skin warmed under the water and the friction, and I noticed as I cleared more and more blood away that it had a slight rosy glow from his recent feed. I worked my hands in slow circles, amazed that I wasn't more uncomfortable with a naked, utterly exposed Godric. After what I'd seen in both of their minds in regards to me, and what they wanted to do with me, I thought that I would be more bashful or timid around them both, but I was wrong. With Godric back, I felt like we were whole again. This felt ... right.
Eric met my eyes over Godric's shoulder, almost as though he'd sensed my thoughts. His gaze smoldered into me, but he didn't stop his movements. He continued working the scrubber all over Godric's skin, lifting each of his arms in turn to clean under them. He worked down his stomach, covering both sides, and from the way Godric twitched backwards, he even cleaned inside his belly button.
I moved down Godric's body with Eric, cleaning his lower back, my fingers digging into his muscles to make sure I didn't miss a single spot. My underwear was soaked, and it was constricting my body a little, but I ignored it.
I felt a tad awkward once I reached his butt, but managed to maintain a clinical professionalism that would've made my Gran proud. My hands continued down his legs, scrubbing at his thighs. I had to get more soap, and then quickly went over the area again. The blood had matted into his leg hair, especially where some of the bite marks had been, but under mine and Eric's skillful hands, we restored his skin to its former glory, standing back up when we were finished.
The water continued to pour down over us, running clear down the drain now that that blood was gone.
Eric turned Godric's body so that he could examine the work I'd done, wanting to be sure that no evidence remained of his torture. It was then that I noticed Godric's reaction to our ministrations.
I blinked rapidly at the sight of Godric's erection, pointed straight at me. I gasped in surprise, and forced my eyes away to look into his face.
His eyes were downcast, full of shame. "I apologize," he spoke, unable to meet my eyes.
Eric stood back up to his full height, towering above us both. He gave me a long look, but didn't say a word. I had a feeling that if I left the shower then, he would fully take care of Godric's needs. He was telling me with his eyes that I shouldn't feel any responsibility, and that it would be okay if I left.
I pursed my lips, considering my options. After a moment, I shook my head, stepping closer to Godric. I brought my hand to his cheek, cupping his face. "Don't be sorry," I told him softly. Still he wouldn't look at me, so I slowly leaned forward, pressing my lips against his other cheek.
If he'd had a heartbeat, I would've felt it flutter just then. Instead, I felt his reaction through our bond. I felt him trying desperately to contain himself, not wanting to hurt me or disappoint Eric.
Again I shook my head, moving my lips up his cheekbone until they were just under his eye. I kissed him softly again, my eyes fluttering closed. "It's okay." I moved to his other cheek, sliding my hand down his neck and pressing my lips under his other eye, then down his neck, and finally across to his ear. I pulled back after a moment, slowly opening my eyes. His dark eyes were full of a sorrowful want, and I wanted nothing more than to erase all traces of that sorrow. I took a deep breath before leaning forward one last time, pressing my lips against his.
Godric didn't kiss me back at first. He remained perfectly still, neither moving closer nor pulling away. His lips twitched unconsciously, but he didn't part them, or try to press them tighter closed. It wasn't until Eric pressed himself against Godric's back that the older vampire moved, slowly bringing his hands up to my sides.
I felt his hardness between us but ignored it for him, focused solely on Godric's lips. I swiped my tongue across his lower lip and was granted entrance immediately. I gasped again when his cool tongue met my warm one, and they danced together within his mouth for a long moment.
Eric's head dropped to Godric's shoulder, peppering him with quick, light kisses. His forehead brushed mine a couple times as I kissed Godric, and I reached around with one hand to grasp his neck, rubbing my fingers into his hair.
My other hand found its way to Godric's hip, digging lightly into the taught muscles along his side, before settling on the curve of his pelvis.
Godric took control of the kiss then, pulling me ever closer with his hands on my hips. His hardness pressed upwards between us, settling heavily against my stomach. It was an odd feeling, but strangling nice as well.
The water continued flowing from the showerhead, peppering our bodies with warm droplets, until Godric and Eric began pushing me backwards. It was lucky that the floor was equipped with a non-slip bottom, otherwise I might have skittered out on the wet floor. My back came into contact with the cool, shower wall, and I gasped at the sensation.
Godric broke out kiss, allowing my head to fall back against the wall. When my neck was exposed to him, he turned his attentions there, laving his tongue across, picking up drops of water as he went. His fangs were put away for now, but he rubbed his blunt teeth across the base of my neck, then settled his lips over the area, suckling the skin. Blood rushed up to the surface of my skin, not breaking free, and I both heard and felt Godric's responding groan.
I opened my eyes and turned my head, meeting Godric's eyes again. They were thick with lust and longing, and I'm sure mine portrayed similar emotions. Given our current position, I couldn't reach around my back, so I spoke in a hushed voice to Godric, "Bra ... take it off."
He complied immediately, and at the same time I felt Eric divest me of my underwear. The garments fell, tattered and torn, to the floor of the shower, and then we were all equally naked.
As Godric leaned to the right side of my neck, Eric dropped his head down over Godric's left shoulder, capturing my lips with his. I sizzled at the sensation, trying to holding them both in my arms. Not for the first time, I cursed my shortness.
I suddenly felt Godric begin to slide down my body, and I worried for an insane moment that he'd suddenly drawn weak again. When I looked down, however, his face was hovering inches away from my moist entrance. I had to grab Eric's shoulders tightly when Godric parted my thighs, pressing his nose between then to inhale my scent. He shuddered with his eyes closed, and I could only assume that he liked what he'd smelled, because a second later I felt his tongue swipe out, trailing upwards across my quivering folds.
I crooned out a less-than-quiet mewl, and Eric seized my lips again. Our tongues battled back and forth, his fangs dropping down to join in the fun. I pulled my tongue between them slowly, dragging it across the roof of his mouth, and then swirled it around each fang in turn. Eric palmed my breasts in his large hands, massaging and stroking them to his content and pleasure. When he felt the nipples harden beneath his tough, his allowed his thumbs to flick over them once before rolling them gently between his fingers.
I was lost in wave after wave of glorious, passion-fueled pleasure, never wanting to leave this shower.
Godric devoured me hungrily from below, while Eric plundered my lips above, swallowing each gasp and moan that escaped my throat. Godric's hands held my thighs while Eric's fingers gripped my ribs, his thumbs rubbing over the swell of my breasts, and if it hadn't been for their strong grips, I would have collapsed onto the floor of the shower, regardless of the well-gripped bottom. I was lost in a state of pure ecstasy. When Godric pulled my hardened nub into his mouth, a shock of pleasure rushed through my entire body, and I screamed into Eric's mouth at my first orgasm of the evening.
Godric continued lapping up my juices, extending the little electric shocks that ran through my body, making my body jump randomly against them. Eric brought his lips to my ear, tracing over it with his cool tongue before pulling the lobe into his mouth and nibbling gently.
I dug my hands into his shoulders, squeezing and releasing, pressing myself further into him.
I whimpered in protest when Godric pulled away, and Eric moved back to make room for him. I caught sight of Godric's lips, slick and shiny, and a growl tore from my own throat. I leaned forward, swiftly capturing his lips. I could taste myself on them, mixing in with Godric's own unique flavor, and I found I quite enjoyed it.
We continued this way for a while, until Godric shifted against me. I felt his erection pressing gently against my entrance, begging to be inside of me.
All the doubts that I'd had about us flew straight out the window. At that moment, I couldn't summon up a single argument for why this was wrong, and why I shouldn't do it. It didn't matter that I'm sworn myself to be with only Eric, because Eric was right here with me. It didn't matter that I was raised against doing such things, because how could something that felt so utterly amazing be wrong?
Something inside of changed in that moment, and it wasn't a bad change.
I nodded my head, telling Godric with my eyes to go on.
With a sharp hiss, he pressed himself into me, going slowly and first, but then thrusting forward until he was fully sheathed within my warmth. He held himself there for a moment, savoring the sensation, panting dead air against my chest with his head turned down.
I moved my hands along his sides, my fingertips brushing Eric's stomach, and my beautiful Viking pressed himself tighter against Godric's back.
When I felt Godric's body seize, and heard his husky growl against my shoulder, I knew that Eric was inside him as well. It was the most erotic thought that had ever passed through my once bashfully innocent mind.
I hooked an arm around each of their necks, Godric angling his head to my left while Eric turned his to the right. Our bodies meshed together perfectly, thrusting back and forth in a steadily increasing rhythm. I rocked myself back against them as much as I could, using my hold on their necks as an anchor. My breasts mashed against Godric's chest, and I could feel Eric's hands on my bottom, snaked between my flesh and the cool, hard wall. When he pressed into Godric, he squeezed and I squirmed upwards, and then Godric would pull back, eliciting a whimper from my throat.
We moved in such beautiful synchrony that I couldn't for the life of me figure out why we hadn't done this before.
I felt myself approaching my second climax of the night, and latched my lips onto Godric's exposed neck, nipping the skin lightly with my teeth.
Godric responded in kind, only his fangs sunk into my neck and he drank languidly from me, rising to his own climax. Eric settled his fangs over the other side of my neck, piercing the skin and drawing my blood into his mouth as well. Neither of them took very much, as I'd already fed Godric once that evening, but it was enough to bring Godric to his finish within me. They both licked at the wounds on either side of my neck, sealing them closed.
He continued to thrust against me, determined to ride me through to my next orgasm, and suddenly Eric sunk his fangs into Godric's neck. He didn't feed off of him, pulling his fangs out almost as soon as they'd entered. With a heady look in his eyes, his stared back at me, leaving me with no doubt as to his intention.
At Godric's nod of consent, I latched my lips to the bite marks and sucked. Godric's blood was thicker and sweeter than Eric's, being twice as old as he. He tasted like sex, and I didn't know if that was because of what we were doing, or if he always tasted that way. I sucked hungrily at the wound, swallowing two more times before pulling away. Eric thrust against Godric's hips, pushing him into me one more time before I finally soared into an orgasm so powerful, that I made my previous one seem non-existent.
Eric grunted out his own climax, and then mashed our lips together again, his tongue lapping up the traces of Godric's blood left in my mouth. I shook and quivered, never wanting this moment to end. It was perfection.
We stood together, attached carnally and emotionally, all three of us breathing heavily, though I was the only one of which it was required. Eric kissed my lips once more, slowly, before pulling away to gaze into my eyes. We both looked at Godric, who was resting his head against my shoulder, sated and content.
The most beautiful smile I'd ever seen graced Eric's features, and he fixed his eyes back on me. "Thank you."
I returned the sentiment, holding my vampires against my heaving body, happy to be with them both.
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End of chapter twenty-five.
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