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It was a brisk day, with a drizzly breeze that promised heavier rain to come. Lena wasn't bothered by the weather; her internal thermostat kept her warm when needed and she had thrived in much worse climates. Hal, on the other hand, chilled easily. They passed a tearoom that was very inviting and also very crowded, and therefore off limits. Hal looked longingly through the window at the cozy tables filled with delectable humans sipping tea and enjoying tasty snacks. Warm blood would be just the thing to thaw him out.
"Dude, stop drooling at the humans," Lena said as she nudged him with an elbow. "Seriously, I can't take you anywhere."
He flinched, guilty as charged. When he saw the grin leave her face he realized that she had been joking.
"Bugger!" The word slipped out of his mouth as they came to a standstill.
Lena looked thoughtfully at him; he stood cold and miserable, with his hands stuck deep in his coat pockets. Finally he shrugged. "Drinking blood isn't just a compulsion, it can also be a choice. In this weather, fresh blood is the most effective way to warm up."
"Ah, I see. Would hugging your girlfriend while she kicks up her internal thermostat be at all helpful?" She pulled him into the doorway of a closed accountancy firm for a nearly weather-free hug, but he held back, shaking his head.
"Your coat is wet, so I don't think it would be helpful," Hal said.
"Hang on a minute." Lena unzipped her coat and slipped her arms out of the sleeves. She caught hold of the front edges and drew her coat around both of them as she hugged him. He gratefully slipped his arms around her under her coat and let her warmth soak through him.
"Thank you," he said.
"You're welcome. My pleasure. Maybe we should just go home."
"Maybe we should call a taxi," he suggested.
"Maybe we should take the bullet train."
"Wouldn't that be a bit obvious? And didn't you tell me that you chose human modes of transportation whenever possible? Something to do with keeping your ego in check, if I recall," he teased gently.
"You shouldn't make fun of the only thing keeping you from becoming a Popsicle."
"A what?"
"A delicious frozen treat. Never mind." She pulled him even closer to her. His coat was drying rapidly where it lay against her, and he was definitely thawing out. In fact…"Boing? Really?" She looked up at him.
Hal flicked an eyebrow. "Some parts of me are apparently more weather-resistant than others," he smirked.
She shook her head. "You're insatiable."
"You have no idea," he replied, with a hint of growl in his voice that made her insides wobbly.
Lena was about to whisk them home, witnesses be damned, when her phone started buzzing. She got it out of her pocket—a number she didn't recognize. Hal looked at it and shook his head. He didn't know it either. She answered.
"Hello?"
"Aye, Lena, it's Tom. Can I have a word?"
"Sure Tom, let me put you on speaker. Hal's here." Lena considered it rude to have a private phone conversation in front of her partner. As she put the phone on speaker, they heard the tail end of Tom's sentence.
"—at the Archive. I'm using one of Mr. Rook's phones. No reception on the mobile."
"I thought you're at the Archive. Why are you calling me?" Lena asked. "Is something wrong?"
"No, not so much wrong as just…not right." Tom paused. "We had the trial. We voted. Death penalty. Majority vote."
"Did you decide on majority rather than unanimous decision for these cases?" Hal asked.
"No. We want a unanimous vote, but it might not happen." Tom's voice was decidedly unhappy and hesitant.
"Tom, may I ask what the vote was?" Lena thought she knew the reason for Tom's call.
"11 for, one against," came Tom's voice.
Lena and Hal looked knowingly at each other. They had reached the crux of the problem. Hal spoke. "Are you by any chance the one against, Tom?"
"Aye."
"Cut to the chase, Tom. Why'd you call me?" Lena asked the question, although she knew the answer.
"I want you to tell me if he deserves to die," was Tom's simple reply. "Hang on, Mr. Rook's here."
The quality of the phone call changed. "I've put us on speaker at this end," Rook's voice said. "The participants in our proceedings are understandably curious about this conversation."
"Of course, Dominic, as they should be," Lena replied calmly. "I don't intend to get involved and circumvent the system that the werewolves have worked so hard to put in place. I was just going to tell Tom that."
"But Lena, what if we're wrong?" Tom said. "I can't agree to someone's death unless I know there's no other way."
"Tom, no justice system is completely accurate," Lena said. "Mistakes are made. Good people die or are imprisoned and bad people go free. All you can do is make the best choice you can with the evidence presented."
"On a side note," Hal added, "I'd like to point out that you are a very good-hearted person who tends to think the best of people until proven otherwise. Is it possible that this is the case?"
"I know what you mean, Hal, but it isn't like that. This is different. This bloke told us he'd kill again if we let him go. He didn't seem to be sorry for naught."
"Then why the hesitation?" Lena asked.
"What if…what if he wants to die? What if he's using us to make it happen, 'cause he thinks he deserves to die and this is the easiest way?" Tom's voice got steadier and firmer as he spoke. "What if it was an accident, and he can't forgive himself?"
Lena heard the growing strength in Tom's voice. He had reached the core of his objection to the death penalty for this werewolf. He was also speaking of his greatest fear, and the great fear of many creatures who live beyond the boundaries of a human life. From the look on his face, she guessed Hal recognized that fear too. She also noticed that Hal was getting cold again.
"Tom, we are on a walk and are getting chilly," she said. "I'd rather finish this discussion in person. Hal will need to come with me, of course."
"Right, but there are 12 werewolves in the room," Tom reminded her.
"As much as I would relish another visit to the Archive, I can't say I'd be comfortable surrounded by werewolves," Hal said. "Perhaps you can drop me at home." He looked at Lena.
"I don't know how long it will take," Lena said simply. "Stay where you are Tom, and make sure there's some space around you. We're coming."
She disconnected the call as Hal reluctantly put his arms around her neck. "A dozen werewolves in an enclosed space. The smell will be horrendous," he complained. "I'll have to launder my clothes and scrub myself down to rid myself of the stench."
"Look on the bright side," Lena said as their bubble formed around them. "They're all in human form and it'll be dry." With a quick glance to make sure there were no witnesses, she took them to Tom.
They landed in a large open room that had apparently been set up as a sort of courtroom. The walls were concrete and block, the lighting fluorescent, and the furniture utilitarian, but it was dry. It was also full of members of the werewolf court, who were stunned by their appearance.
Dominic Rook was stunned by how quickly they appeared, but he was also nearly giddy with excitement at the chance to witness Lena's ability. A small, semi-welcoming smile was his only outward sign; he had to maintain appearances in front of his assistant and the members of the court. Before Rook could officially welcome Lena to the Archive, however, the inevitable happened.
"Vampire!" One of the women exclaimed. Apparently Tom had neglected to mention the nature of his other housemate.
"Back it up, Chuck!" Lena snapped. "Threaten Hal and I'll pull this place down around your ears."
"Who are you, to make that claim?" a scholarly-looking member of the werewolf court asked as he stepped forward. He wasn't confrontational; he was simply asking her to identify herself.
"I am Nephilim Victrix," Lena replied as she shrugged off her coat and tossed it over a chair. She ignored Rook's brief, well-contained glee at her announcement and extended a hand toward the man who had spoken. "You may call me Lena Perennis. This is my partner, Lord Hal Yorke."
The scholarly-looking gentleman nodded as he shook hands with Lena. "I wondered. It has been centuries since you were last identified, but the news coverage of the women's revolution led me to hope that you were still in the world." He smiled, almost apologetically. "I'm a history professor, with a particular interest in the history of supernatural species." He looked at Hal, who had not offered to shake his hand. "I recognize your name, of course—"
"As do I," growled a middle-aged man. Judging by the malice in his voice and the murder in his eyes, Hal assumed that he had been involved in dog fights. Hal and Tom exchanged a quick look and Tom nodded, confirming Hal's suspicion. Tom knew that his best mate had earned a substantial living through dog fights. Hal had boasted of his feats, and threatened to throw Tom in the cage, while he was detoxing.
The professor continued as though he hadn't been interrupted. "I heard that the Old Ones were all dead, and to be truthful, I'd hoped that it was so."
"There are two of us left that we know of," Hal said briefly. "I hope to reduce that number to just one."
"Considering suicide?"
"Hardly. But that isn't the reason for our visit." With that, Hal turned to Tom, who was looking uncomfortable at the exchange. "Hello Tom, sorry to be an unwelcome guest at your court."
Lena doubted that anyone else caught the pun. The image of Hal as a courtier flicked through her mind as she also turned to Tom. "I'm here, but I'm not convinced to help you."
Tom waved at his fellow werewolves. "I told 'em you're a soul reader. I figured you could explain the rest. They agreed to meet you, that's all."
"What are you?" The question came from another member of the court. "Nephilim are in the Bible. Is that what you are?"
"More or less, yes. I am the product of a mortal and immortal joining." Lena summarized her existence as succinctly as possible.
"You're the great bloody angel from the news?" Another voice spoke up.
"Yes. I have wings when needed. And weapons."
"You can read souls?"
"It is part of my gift, yes."
"Can you prove that?"
"Certainly. Volunteers?" Lena spoke mildly, but it didn't help. There was uncomfortable shuffling among the members of the werewolf court, but no volunteers.
Finally someone pointed to Hal. "Read his soul."
"Vampires aren't in possession of their souls. Sorry to disappoint," he replied.
"I read his soul while he was still human," Lena said. At Hal's quizzical look, she shrugged. "Habit. Couldn't help myself. It needed work," she added. He nodded, accepting her assessment.
She turned to the history professor. "Well, let's have a look then," she said. The room got quiet. The professor stood stiffly under Lena's scrutiny. She nodded to herself a couple of times.
"Very good, professor. Thirty years a werewolf and not a single accident. A near miss that scared you badly, early on, but you've been very careful since. Completely unrelated to that, I suggest you leave off fantasizing about your young assistant. It can only bring you trouble."
The professor's expression switched quickly from self-satisfied to mortified as Lena spoke. He was bright red and stuttering by the time she finished.
Lena returned her attention to Tom. "What I can or cannot do isn't the issue here, Tom. I'm not a werewolf. I have no place here. You can't set up a system of law and have it usurped whenever you don't like the result it gives you. It becomes meaningless."
"I know that, but this is all new, and I don't want it to go wrong straight away. This bloke is using us, I can feel it. It's a bad way to start, being used to kill a man who wants to die." Tom pled his case.
"You're certain of that?" Lena asked.
"Dead certain. I wouldn't have called ya if I wasn't."
Lena frowned as she considered her options. She could ignore the rest of them, even Rook, but with the request coming from Tom, she had to take it seriously.
"I know my opinion makes no difference here, but I agree with Tom," Hal said. "If you can help this organization get off to a good start, I think you should do so." She was mildly surprised at Hal's comment, but her questioning look settled into understanding as he continued. "They are doing an incredibly difficult thing. They have my respect."
"And mine," Lena agreed, "and your opinion always matters to me." She held out her hand to him, and Hal took it and raised it to his lips.
"My lady," he said simply. He tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow as he assumed the role of her escort. "Are you ready to meet the prisoner?"
She nodded and they looked at Tom.
"Right, sorted. Come on, then," he said, and he led them out a door and down the corridor toward a holding cell. Tom was unfazed by their formal speech and manners. Hal and Lena did that sort of thing at home all the time, acting like they were still in the past. Tom supposed it was a sign of their age. Alex would probably laugh at him if he tried that hand-kissing thing with her, unless he did it just right. No, better not try that one.
Rook, his assistant, and the rest of the werewolves followed them to the holding cell but stayed back several feet. Lena looked at the scruffy, unwashed man sitting on the floor in a corner of the cell. It was apparent that he chose not to take care of himself, as a sink was fastened to one wall and soap, towel, and clean clothes were all unused on a shelf.
"Hello," Lena said amiably.
"What the fuck do you want?" the prisoner snarled.
"Not a damn thing," she replied mildly. "I just came to look."
"Fuck off, then. Full moon's not for three days and I don't do party tricks."
"What a lovely invitation. Of course I'll join you." Lena said. Hal took a step back as he felt the air quality change. He didn't want to go along for the ride. A moment later Lena was standing in front of the werewolf. He jumped to his feet.
"Are you a ghost? You don't seem like a ghost. What the fuck are you?" He glared at her.
"I am not a ghost. I'm like nothing else on earth." Lena began to study the werewolf.
"You don't scare me," he snapped.
"Give me a minute," she said with a cool smile.
The prisoner started to walk past her and she set a hand on his chest, pinning him against the wall with the slightest shift of her weight. The prisoner struggled and tried to push her hand away from him, but he couldn't even move a finger. Instead, Lena grabbed his hands and held them to his chest with one of her own. When he began to spit and curse at her, Lena set a hand carefully over his mouth and held his head against the wall. She waited, expressionless, until he quit fighting her. When he was quiet, she spoke.
"You've probably realized that if I wanted to hurt you, I would have done so. If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead. I honestly did just come to look," Lena explained. "I came to have a peek at your soul, to see what shape it's in. My friend—" she nodded toward Tom "—says that you may not deserve the death penalty. He asked me to give my opinion."
She stepped back from the prisoner and studied him again. He stood quietly in front of her, his features locked into a grim mask as he awaited her verdict. A deep sadness grew on Lena's features as she delved into him. "Oh," she whispered, "I am so sorry." His face began to crumple as he felt her empathy for him.
She reached out to him, and he came willingly into the comfort she offered. Her wings unfurled and wrapped around them both as she hugged him gently to her. He broke down and sobbed on her shoulder; his hands gripped her shirt as if she were the only solid thing in the room. For several minutes the sounds of his grief and her comforting murmur worked their way through the onlookers. The werewolves waited, quiet and respectful of the misery of one of their own. Hal waited, wondering how much of the man's misery she was taking into herself.
The prisoner finally calmed down and pulled away from her. He apologized for blubbering as he wiped his face on his sleeve. Lena suggested that a quick wash wouldn't hurt him, and he nodded and went to the sink. He washed his face and hands and put on a clean shirt before turning to face his werewolf peers.
Lena returned to her spot outside the cell, where Hal was waiting with a neatly folded handkerchief. She dried her eyes and her shoulder as best she could, but when she tried to return the hankie to Hal he shook his head.
"We'll just burn that one," he whispered, "along with your shirt."
She rolled her eyes as she stuck the hankie in her pocket. He really was an inveterate snob. Tom came to stand by her and gave her a quizzical look.
"You were right, Tom," she said. "That man is nowhere near irredeemable. He's just guilty and sad."
The prisoner spoke as he walked toward them. "I'd like to tell the court my story," he said. "The whole story. Then you can decide what should happen to me. I can't make that decision for myself, not now. But the lady told me straight how it should be. I should tell the truth. I should give the court a chance to work the way it's supposed to. I should trust you to do the right thing, if it isn't too late."
"Wicked," Tom said. "It sounds like we need a do-over, D'you suppose we can call a do-over, since this is our first case and aught?"
There was relieved agreement among the other werewolves. The first court case of the werewolf criminal justice system was officially declared a do-over. They prepared to hear testimony again, with Rook and his assistant moving to escort the prisoner back to the court room. Rook nodded his thanks to Lena as he passed, and so did the prisoner. Several members of the court shook her hand and Tom gave her a quick hug.
"Thanks, Lena, you're the best. See ya at home, but I don't know for sure when," he said as he headed down the corridor.
"We'll be there, unless Hal decides to take another walk in the rain." Lena chuckled as she pulled Hal into a light hug. "Ready, partner?" she asked as their bubble formed around them.
"Quickly, please," Hal gasped. "You smell awful."
They landed in the big tub in their bathroom. "So, who gets first shower?" Lena asked as she laughed at the expression on Hal's face. He stepped out of the tub with as much dignity as he could muster.
"You can have first shower, my lady. You need it. I will be happy to bring you clean clothes." He left the bathroom quickly.
Lena hopped out of the tub and started a hot shower. She peeled off her clothes and hopped back in, chuckling in anticipation of the squawks she would hear from Hal when he returned with her clean clothes. It lived up to her expectations. He fussed about the mess thrown around the room and pointed out the nearly empty laundry basket in the corner. He even got a bin bag to put her shirt and his hankie in, tied the bag shut, and took it outside.
Lena was drying off when Hal returned to the loo for his turn in the shower. He simply couldn't tolerate the smell of a dozen werewolves on his clothes and skin any longer. The stench had always been a challenge when he ran the dog fights, and he didn't need any more reminders of those days than life with Leo and Tom already provided. Hal had idly considered putting that professor in the cage, especially after his 'suicide' comment, and he'd assessed the werewolves with the eye of an experienced owner, but that was just old habits. Considering the circumstances, he could hardly be faulted for it.
He took off his clothes and placed them all in the laundry basket with slightly exaggerated movements. If only Lena would realize how easy it was to do, perhaps she would stop tossing articles of clothing about the premises.
"I don't suppose you could be troubled to take that to the wash?" he asked Lena.
"Fusspot," she replied.
She hung up her towel and went to the cabinet for a pantiliner. Suddenly Hal was behind her, his arms around her as he pressed against her. The sensation of his skin against hers was almost overpowering; his touch nearly brought her to her knees. He nuzzled her neck and cheek and inhaled her scent; he pushed aside her wet hair and nibbled gently on her ear before covering her neck and shoulder with whisper-light kisses.
She set her hands on the wall and pushed back slightly so she could feel every bit of him against her. Hal felt the pressure, leaned into her, and slowly caressed his way up from her stomach to her breasts. He traced her contours with his supple fingers, following the curve of the muscles that flexed and jumped of their own accord. Her heartbeat quickened and she forgot to breathe for a moment as his hands skimmed over her ribcage.
He cupped her breasts in his hands and circled her nipples with his thumbs, delighting in their quick response to his touch. She shivered as her nipples hardened and he carefully touched each raised bump on her areolas as if he were counting them, or plotting a course through uncharted territory. He moved to her other ear and she shivered again with the touch of his breath and lips. He kissed his way down the side of her neck and along her other shoulder slowly, more deeply, adding tiny licks so he could savor the taste of her skin.
She twisted her head to kiss him; one hand slid into his hair. As their kiss deepened, she began to turn and face him, but he broke away from the kiss.
"No," he said fiercely. "Don't. It will be too much. Just let me have this."
He was setting the limit he needed. She relaxed against him and let his hands go where they chose. Her skin quivered with each brush of his fingers on her, as he slowly stroked her sides and followed her curves down her hips and thighs. He returned even more slowly, trailing his fingers up the insides of her thighs. He traced the 'V' between her legs upwards, returned to her sides, and cupped her breasts again. He seemed to be entranced by her nipples, and his playful caresses sent waves of pleasure through her. His erection throbbed against her backside. She unconsciously moved her legs apart as he caressed her, a signal that he couldn't ignore.
Her body was intoxicating. Her skin, her curves, her firm breasts, her responsive nipples—he shouldn't have allowed himself near her while they were both naked. When she opened herself for him, Hal's control began to slip. His kisses began to linger on her neck. He shifted his weight and began to press her toward the wall. He shifted again, down, and then up, searching for an opening for his aching erection. She did nothing to stop him, and in fact seemed to encourage him. He heard the word 'Please' in her uneven breath. He froze, and stepped away from her.
"Leave. Now." He ground out the words through clenched teeth, every muscle in his body tensed to keep from leaping at her. He had found his limit.
"No." Lena couldn't take it any longer. Her aching, hollow need for Hal was beyond anything she had ever experienced. To have him in her, filling any part of her, was better than this endless incomplete teasing at satisfaction. How long would she wait for a lover who couldn't truly satisfy her? A lifetime. But she didn't have to like it. And maybe she didn't have to wait at all.
Her crazy idea became reality as she transformed into a male version of herself. Before she had turned to face him, Hal could see what she was doing, but he was paralyzed by it until she pulled him into a kiss. The lips felt like her, the kiss was familiar to him, but it wasn't her. There was no female to her, no womanly softness, scent, or taste to lure his fangs into the open. She was Lena, but she was safe for him to possess.
Hal placed his hands on the angles of Lena's face and slid his fingers into the curly mop of red-gold hair that covered his now-boyfriend's head. He backed her against the wall and felt an erection rub against his leg. He broke from their kiss and looked down.
"I thought you said you couldn't get it to work." He touched her erection, still not quite believing what Lena had done. She jumped and gasped at his touch.
"Sweet momma that feels good! I guess I just need to be with you for it to work right." She pushed herself against him. "Do it again. Please," she murmured, and groaned with pleasure when he slid his hand around her erection and touched the tip with his thumb.
"This is now officially the most bizarre thing I've ever done," Hal said as he watched his lover's eyes begin to glow with pleasure, "and it will get more bizarre before I'm finished with you." His voice became silky and deep as he began to explore her new body.
"Just be gentle, this is my first time," she replied. He raised an eyebrow, incredulous. "As a man," she clarified as she closed her eyes and concentrated on his touch.
He brushed his fingers along the line of his lover's jaw. "Baby face," he murmured.
"I forgot whiskers." The male resonance in her voice startled her just a bit.
He chuckled as he traced the firm muscles of shoulder and chest. "Nipples in place, I see," he teased as he tweaked them gently."
She jumped. "I really like that!"
"Good to know." He splayed his fingers across his lover's chest and followed the center line down, over tight abs and navel. "No body hair."
"Complaining?" She struggled to get the word out.
"Not at all." He cupped the hollow of hipbone before sliding his hand over the muscular curve of backside. "Nice ass."
"Some things never change."
"You're a bit short for my taste," he teased as her rubbed his chin in the curls on her head. His hands were occupied elsewhere.
"I thought—size didn't matter," she replied with a catch in her voice.
"I meant your height," he chuckled, "although you're a bit short there as well."
"I know how competitive you are," she said with a smirk, "and I can adjust my height, my lord. Just say when." Hal watched, fascinated, as his nearly-perfect new boyfriend reached the perfect height.
"When," he said as he moved in for another kiss. It was even easier now.
Lena discovered that sucking on Hal's tongue while he fondled her erection was exquisite. Fondling his erection at the same time made it even better. Damn, I really do need to have this in me, she thought.
Her hands unconsciously mirrored on Hal's body what he was doing on hers; he was doing what he assumed his new lover would enjoy. It worked. Eventually they pulled apart, breathless, their hearts pounding. She noticed that he put his hands on the wall on either side of her as if to keep her from escaping. She plastered her hands on the wall as well, to prop herself up. Her knees were weak and her brand new penis was throbbing. She felt her testicles move and her scrotum tighten. That was definitely new.
"My balls are dancing!" Her eyes widened at the sensation. He chuckled as he moved a hand down to gently stroke the sensitive skin behind her scrotum. She jumped slightly. "There they go again! No wonder you like it when I do that."
"This really is your first time, isn't it?" He smiled a knowing smile as she nodded. How many first times had he provided through the centuries? None quite as intriguing as this was proving to be, or quite as problematic. He couldn't just take what he wanted this time.
"As interesting as this is, we still face a dilemma," Hal reminded her. "Two dicks and nowhere to put them."
"I'll take it." Lena continued quickly as Hal began to shake his head. "I want you in me, and I don't care where any longer. I just need you to be careful. No blood. Give me time to—adjust. I can do that, I can adjust to fit." She pulled him into another deeply satisfying kiss before he had a chance to comment on her special abilities.
When they came up for air Hal rested his forehead against his lover's, his breath ragged, his hands clenched into fists against the wall. 'Careful' was going to be a challenge. Lena had become a very handsome man, and he had a reaction to handsome men that predated his recruitment as a vampire. Something about mastering another man, taking from someone else what had been taken so viciously from him, satisfied him in a twisted way that he would never understand.
Hal had been a pretty boy in a brothel that catered to a variety of clients. Escape or submission had been his only options; capture and domination had followed as soon as he grew into the size and strength that allowed it. There'd been a clientele for that as well, and Hal had learned that he was very good at it.
"You have to fuck me." He heard her voice, deepened by her gender change and roughened by her lust. "Soon. Now."
She doesn't know what she's offering, he thought. Or maybe she did.
"Lube. We need lube," he heard her say. He opened his eyes in surprise and met his lover's hungry stare.
"Tell me you have something," he growled. She looked hopefully at the cabinet next to them as his memory clicked into place. He flung open the door and swept an assortment of bottles and tubes onto the floor until he found what he was looking for. "Turn around," he ordered. His hands shook as he opened the jar.
She turned around. It had been a few thousand years, but Lena had a good memory and knew what to expect next. She'd enjoyed anal intercourse from time to time, under the right conditions, until a really bad experience had made her swear off the whole thing. She'd just never tried it with Hal, and certainly not under these conditions.
"What do I do with my hard-on?" she asked.
"Leave that to me," he replied as he gently applied Vaseline to her and began to massage and stretch the tight muscles around her entrance. She felt him trembling, but the curse had lightened when she became a man. Apparently he was just as eager for this as she was.
"Hal? That feels really good. Like, my knees are getting weak good. Ohmygod!" she exclaimed as he slipped a finger inside. He knew how to provide her with uniquely male pleasure as well as stretch and relax her, and he worked carefully, expertly, to prepare her—him—for his entry. He chuckled quietly as she positioned herself and pushed against his touch in her eagerness. This may be her first time as a man, but it wasn't her first time.
When he thought Lena was ready Hal prepared himself. He was shaky with anticipation, butterflies in his gut like a schoolboy. It had been so damn long since he'd done this, too damn long. And to take her—him—without the bloodlust! Five centuries. Five blood-smeared centuries of assault and murder that he could put aside and just fuck. Hal had to get it right, had to make sure he didn't ruin it for her—him, or he would never see this lover again.
He set himself against her and held her hips to steady them both, pushed the head of his erection in slowly and waited, fighting the urge to bury himself in his strangely-new lover.
"Mmmm." Lena's sigh rumbled deep in her throat like a lion's purr. "Keep going."
He pushed further into the welcoming heat of his lover's body. She could tell by the fierce grip he had on her hips that he was barely in control of himself.
"Keep going. I got this."
Lena was tight around him and he felt a reflexive tug forward as if she were encouraging him. He moved smoothly until he was buried in her and his body pressed firmly against his lover's fine ass.
"Oh thank fuck," she said at the same time he muttered, "Fuck, I've missed this." They stayed there, neither of them willing to separate right away, even for the movements that they both wanted. They waited and enjoyed the sensation of their joining.
"I love your penis," she said. "It is my all-time favorite penis. Ever."
"Good to know, my…what do I call you?"
"Honey, you can call me anything you want, as long as your dick is waiting when I get there," she growled. Her male voice was just as sexy as her female one. Hal was falling in love with a fantasy and he didn't care. The things this creature could do to him!
"Very well, Pet," he said, and he began to move.