Honey Glayzed 36
Jill paced the halls outside of the medical ward of the Arcadian Palace. Princess Clarisande had been inside for over an hour working on Mykial. Jill stood wearing a jacket over a blood covered bra as her shirt had been wrapped around Mykial when the Arcadian's had arrive to transport him to the palace. Jill refused to leave the antechamber to change. When had she come to care for him so much? She asked herself over and over again as she walked back and forth. If only she could have given him her blood. Due to her consumption of the tears her blood was poison to him. Jill had wiped her hands on the clean, warm towel that a page had offered her. So much blood. "Miss," Niri walked forward with her hands full of soft cloth. "I have clothes if you would like to change."
" How is Mykial?" Jill asked having stood at the door. She was all too aware that the room had other entrances and the girl could know more about his situation than she did.
" I am sorry Lady Jill, but I do not know." Niri took Jill's hand. "You are covered in blood. Please come with me. You will see, Highness Mihnea is here and Heaven arrives within the hour. If Lady Aurora will be separate from Soofu D for a moment, we will have more than enough powerful vampire blood to revive him."
Jill allowed Niri to lead her away. "But what did this to him?"
"That is something the knights will solve," Jill heard the voice of Queen Victoria before she saw the svelte beauty in human form. Her hair, in her favorite shade of red, fell to the marble floor riding on top of the hem of her white gown, the golden trim seeming to make her glow.
"I am a knight," Jill asserted prepared to fight whatever demon lurked in the darkness.
"Can you bear to leave him?" Victoria asked with a smirk. "You are more than welcome in the palace while you await news of his well being. There are other knights that will see to solving this crime. You are too close to the case."
"Is that an order, Majesty, or a suggestion?" Victoria bristled at the taunting words of Mihnea. "Don't turn that glower on me," Mihnea chuckled. "I am on my way to suckle the babe... I mean offer my blood to heal Mykial. We have knights combing the area where he was hunting, and ended up hunted. Ah, the young."
"It could have happened to anyone, even you," Jill defended her boyfriend only to have Mihnea turn to look at her. His brows were raised over his deep green eyes that had a deep red center. His fangs elongated. All the warmth left Jill's body and she stood trembling in silence. She wanted to negate her words, apologize, move, anything but all she could do was stand as he walked by.
"He is playing with you," Jill gasped in air she did not realize she was holding. Serina stepped into view from a shadow cast by the setting sun. "Not offended at all, just wanting to show his age. He can be such a brat sometimes. Would probably do him some good to be bested by something other than the dragon prince." Serina flipped her crimson hair over her shoulder. "I am hungry, join me while they play their blood games. I am sending my puppy to sniff around with the knight's. It's been a while since he was allowed to play."
"Puppy?" Jill shook her head not wanting an answer, though she seemed human there was something dangerous about this beautiful thief that chilled the marrow in her bones.
Break
The moon hung heavy over the pristine pool of water. The grass bowed in the soft wind that blew. The two figures stood, one wrapped in a thick blanket the other, wearing the tunic and skirts of her rank as high priestess. "Are you sure this is what you want?" Jerrianne asked Madame Scorpion as they stood on the edge of the lake. "The high king is going to accept you as you are. The Kirin bathing pool is not necessary."
"Madame Scorpion is dead." Madame Scorpion smiled as she stared at the crystal water beckoning to her. "My mother's name was Sasha, she died birthing me. I will honor her by wearing that name forever on. My step mother always hated me. My father did not understand. Let their child die and another live."
"If that is your choice, step into the water and become what you were always meant to be." Sasha nodded. She shivered at the first touch of the cold water. It traveled from her toes up her legs. It reached the juncture of her thighs and the shivers raced along her spine. As the ruddy jewels went under Sasha gasped. This is what it was like to be reborn. No more would Sasha be stuck between genders, in this magical pool her sex would finally be revealed. What had been denied at birth would be decided right here. His choice would be known and finally life could progress. With this hope Sasha ran into the cold water until nothing but bubbles could be seen. Jerrianne waited. After several minutes the priestess became worried when Sasha did not resurface. Jerrianne stepped into the water falling back on her now wet robes as a shimmering beauty burst forth from the water. Sasha took a few steps forward before falling into Jerrianne's arms and wrapped into a thick blanket.
"What am I?" Sasha asked trying to peel the blanket away to see the nude form.
"Oh dear," Jerrianne sighed when Sasha pulled the blanket aside.
Sasha saw the well formed breasts and sighed. A woman then. Sasha looked down and saw that the genitals were the same. Nothing had changed. "Why?" Sasha wept. "Why wasn't I changed, why was I rejected? You said He accepted all. You said..." Sasha curled over in tears.
"But you have been changed," Jerrianne said. "And His choice is clear. As you were born as you were meant to be." Jerrianne directed Sasha's eyes to the left arm where the large scorpion tattoo had been, and to the smaller one on her ankle. Both of them gone. Sasha's hair, not only longer but was bouncy and shiny with a luster that seemed to reflect the stars. "He makes no mistakes. What is created is what He wanted. Will you accept this?"
"I guess I have to," Sasha chuckled. "Short of surgery, which would insult His wisdom, I am as He made me. I will be as He wishes."
"Then welcome, Lady Sasha, to our kingdom." Sasha heard the rumbling voice of the king and blinked at his pristine fur as he walked into the pool from the other side. He approached, grasping the edge of the blanket in his teeth before covering the now cold form. "Now come inside, there is still a bit of chill in the spring wind and my paws are cold." Zarro stepped from the water and shook water droplets in all direction. Jerrianne stood for a moment blinking away the excess of his shaking. Shaking her head, she gathered Sasha and followed after.
Break
"That was bloody abysmal," Ryo sighed resisting the urge to rub away the pain in his forehead as he had to agree with Chef Ramsey. Tonight's service had been hell. "You all need to really re-assess your agenda's. If you want to be the head Chef, you have to damn well act like it. Now get your arses upstairs and decide which two of you will be up for consideration." Chef Ramsey shook his head. "Well, go on then, get out of here."
"I don't want to go home," April burst out as soon as they entered the common area. With shaking hands she lit a cigarette. "I know I messed up a lot tonight, but you have all seen what I can do."
"Perhaps you have hit your limit," Bobby said his voice not unkind. As much as he wanted to win, April had been nice to him. Even when he was less than kind to her and her favorite chef, Ryo. "We have all done great things here on this show, but we have all messed up at times. When we hit that night when we make too many mistakes, then we should know we hit our limits. That's why I am nominating you... and..." Bobby sighed. He was not only yelled at tonight, but evicted from the kitchen altogether. Despite April's protestations that she was not done yet; that she could come back from this, Bobby continued. "And myself. I screwed up, seeing my family, I guess my mind was not on the kitchen tonight and I burnt the fish several times. Ryo, you helped me tonight and you didn't have to. Thank you." Ryo nodded and accepted the thanks. Bobby had hated Ryo on sight many years ago when he saw him on television guarding the high princess who was, at the time, with child. He had called him so many names. Too many thoughts of his lifestyle had clouded his thinking, making him judgmental and harsh. In truth, Bobby had never met someone so noble. "I think I am done. I have gone as far as I can."
"Don't give up just because you made a few mistakes," April protested her mascara ran down her face in a sad parody of a clown.
"In this field you can't make a few mistakes." Bobby countered shaking his head. "A few mistakes and your restaurant goes in the toilet, as we saw tonight. People were complaining and leaving from my station, but they waited in line for his." Bobby pointed at Ryo. "God, if you win... You fucking deserve it." Ryo opened his mouth to thank Bobby for the compliment, yet in his heart he just wanted to go home. Ryo shut his mouth trying to swallow. Win... he knew he had a solid chance at it. Ryo turned to Sam. Sam could tell that Ryo wanted something, desperately, yet he only stared back. What was his friend asking him to do? Ryo bit his lip to keep from answering. -I want you to win-
Ryo thought of the surprise that Chef Ramsey had arranged. Allowing him to place the crowns on his boys head was a kindness that made him wonder. Was Chef Ramsey aware of his real reason for being there, or was he truly kind under all the bluster and swears. The tears on Rain's face had broken his heart, but soon, soon he would be returning home.
Break
Pale hands gently sat the golden backed brush onto the elegant vanity. George sighed for Jhaymes had been busy on something in the basement. He trusted his word that it was not a mission for the king. Zar.,ro had assured him that Jhaymes current mission was keeping Wali safe, and that Jhaymes would be called only in the direst of circumstances. George turned from his freshly brushed hair at the sound of footsteps on the stairs. He pulled his robe closed just as Nari knocked against the door then opened it. George stood to his feet his eyes wide as he stared at he large, cloth covered object that Nari and Jhaymes struggled with. "What on earth is that?" George chuckled a bit at their flushed faces. "Well, I will get you something to drink." George hurried from the room, his pale hands brushing along the white marble railing on their stairs. Jhaymes had been hard at work re-modeling the house. It seemed as if, every week, it was looking more and more like their Arcadian home.
On his way downstairs, George poked his head into Wali's room to see the young creature sleeping soundly. With a smile he headed to the kitchen. George was humming while he got the crystal container of lemonade out of the refrigerator. Even though the high prince kept him busy with work, George still felt like a housewife. It was not unpleasant. He filled the glasses with ice and carried it all on a tray back upstairs. What he found in the bedroom was Jhaymes and Nari attaching the large cloth covered object to the headboard. George had always thought that the headboard seemed incomplete. The two breathed deeply then sat. Jhaymes on the bed, Nari on the plush carpet. George sat his burden on the nightstand then began to pour. "I suppose you are wondering what that is?" Jhaymes said while staring at George. The heat in his gaze and voice caused Nari to gulp his lemonade and say a fast goodnight. The door nearly slammed in his haste to get back to the safety of his room.
He knew, without a doubt that he loved George. Nari sighed thinking of the human that his knight had fallen in love with. Nari would await the day when he found the love that was meant for him. With a smile that could light a room on a stormy day and a wit sharper than his blade. Eyes that could soften the hardest heart and the voice of an angel. Yes, Nari vowed, one day he would find his love.
Jhaymes watched George's fire opal eyes look at the soft cloth that covered the ornate head board he and Nari had spent weeks working on. The white wrought iron had taken delicate work to scroll and design but he was sure his Georgie would love it. The best surprise was what Nari had been so careful with was the... Jhaymes waited. He knew to the moment when George's curiosity got the better of him. He lifted the cloth a gasp leaving him as he saw himself reflected in the mirror. Jewels were embedded around the edges with etching. Crushed jewels of light color were rubbed into the etchings on the mirror. It was long hard work but each hour that passed Nari and Jhaymes had smiled knowing it would please the one they loved. "You made this." George ran his hands over the intricate scroll of the wrought iron that matched their bed perfectly. He knew the work of Jhaymes as most of the jewelry that he owned as well as the weapons of the Royale were of his doing.
"I wanted something that we could both enjoy," Jhamyes voice warmed while his hands began to fondle the ends of the ties to George's robe. George said nothing but he raised his brows not halting the hands that pulled the robe apart. With his chest bare George stared at Jhaymes wondering why his husband simply stared at him. "You are beautiful. I could gaze at you forever. I want to touch you but in touching I miss some thing to see." George almost frowned while trying to decipher the words. Jhaymes moved over to the headboard and secured the ends of the cloth so that they would not move, leaving the mirror to reflect the bed and it's occupants. "Now I can touch you, feel that glorious body under my hands, taste you, and see you."
"Really," George raised his brows. A sigh left him at the slight lick to his left nipple. Jhaymes lingered tasting the flesh of his love. "Mmmm," George bit his lower lip.
Jhaymes opened his mouth taking the rosy peak inside. George relaxed into the feeling as it hardened. His sighs of pleasure music to Jhaymes ears. "You are a delectable sensory overload." Jhaymes pulled the robe away from George's body baring him fully. "Sit up this way face the mirror," Jhaymes knelt behind George situating the round bottom on his lap. George could feel the bulge growing in the loose pants Jhaymes wore. His mind was losing focus as both Jhaymes hands came to play on his chest. Stoking, kneading and pinching the peaks until George moaned aloud. "Your cheeks are flushed and your eyes are darker." Jhaymes whispered the words in George's ear right before he bit the delicate appendage. Licking the small nip, Jhaymes traveled down to Georges neck, licking a hot trail that left shivers in his tongues wake. "Don't close your eyes. Watch me," George opened his eyes and began to watch Jhaymes hands in the mirror.
Those wicked hands traveled over his chest causing George to gasp. It was different, now that he could see the trail of the hands his body could anticipate the feel of those warm hands. George sighed when Jhaymes traced up his thighs. Not a firm touch but a feather light torture mechanism. Jhaymes skimmed over his manhood. "Touch me," George begged after several long passes that teased but offered no real contact.
"I am," Jhaymes smirked as his dragged his tongue along George's spine. "Lean up for me," Jhaymes helped George adjust until he was on his hands and knees. "From this angle, I can see your beautiful bottom, adjust my angle just a bit and I can watch your eyes cloud as I do this..."
"Ah...Oh," George lost the ability to suck air into his lungs as Jhaymes went from soft nibbling on each mound of the tush to a full on lick down the middle.
"Fabulous, you see there," Jhaymes paused to lick his finger before beginning his fondling all over again. He pressed in with a finger pulling the cheeks apart. "I want you to stare at that mirror and lower down onto your elbows, but watch the mirror. Let me see your eyes as I make you scream." George did as was requested. Jhaymes grinned, then feasted. His ears rang with the sweet sounds of George's pleasure while his mouth was full of the soft taste and his hands could feel the tantalizing white flesh while his vision was clouded by fire opal eyes. He was sinking in the heaven that was George. "You're close," Jhaymes said between probes with his tongue. "I can always tell by how red you get... here..." Jhaymes sucked the ruddy jewels into his mouth while his hands stroked the hardened, excited member.
"Yes!... Jhaymes!" George cried as his eyes nearly crossed but he kept them open as he spilled. He could not collapse as Jhaymes strong arms gathered him closed holding him in his lap. George would remember later to wonder when Jhaymes had shed his pants, but at the moment he did not care.
"Lean against me" Jhaymes pulled George into his arms. He could smell the sweet smelling lubricant and relaxed his muscles for Jhaymes entry. It was smooth and he began to close his eyes in bliss. "No, keep them open, I want to see your eyes," George opened his eyes staring into the mirror. He could not tell where the light was reflecting or if he had merely succumbed to what some called seeing stars. Was it him glowing? Jhaymes? The room or the world? Jhaymes was in heaven, he could feel his love all around him and drown in the fire opal eyes at the same time. He was close, too close. Jhaymes' thrusts began to speed up as George's cries reached a crescendo of ultimate pleasure. Each movement seemed to touch a deeper part of George dragging him under and bringing him to the heights of sublime pleasure. Jhaymes tried but George was already there pulling him in. His cries of fulfillment intermingled with George even as his body poured into him. In the mirror, their eyes met and George sighed their lips meeting breaking the contact. Jhaymes could not remember how long they lay together entwined. He regained his senses long enough to close the curtain over the mirror and pull the covers over them to prevent chills. George was asleep long before Jhaymes was done cleaning them both. As any dragon would guard his treasure, the phoenix warrior held his beloved throughout the night.
Break
Ryo and Sam trudged back up to the room with a sigh. April had cried and plead all the way out. Bobby had sighed, but accepted it as Chef Ramsey had told him to leave as well. Even as he searched for clues as to who was trying to kill the superstar chef, all Ryo could think of was finishing and going home. He could not do less than his best and yet if he won he would be devastated. He would have to respectfully decline. Bobby sat at his bed and went over the menu for the next day while Ryo pulled out his photo album. The pages were worn around the edges from so many turnings. "Hey," Ryo looked up from running his fingers over the picture of the family. "Good luck tomorrow."
Ryo smiled then placed the book back under the pillow. "You too," Ryo's words had a feel of wholeheartedness that caused Sam to pause. Sometimes he wondered if Ryo really wanted to win. But if he didn't, why was he here?
"Hey, Ryo..." Sam sat his menu down. "Who are you?"
"Excuse me" Ryo frowned as he put away his photo album. "You know who I am. I am Ryo, a detective who happens to be related to an Arcadian King. I am the husband of Detective Dee, and father of four children. See," Ryo turned his picture of the entire family around. "That is Alicia, the mother of my daughter and youngest son."
"I know all that," Sam shook his head. He was really having a hard time figuring out the enigmatic man that seemed so sad to be away from his family. "I mean, why are you here?" Ryo lowered his head and sighed. "If we weren't on camera, would you tell me? I mean are you guys secretly hurting for money? It can't be easy having so much to do all day, I mean why else continue as a detective even though you are royalty? It must be that Arcadia is a poor kingdom."
Sam was surprised by Ryo's laughter. "The Arcadian palace has jewels running along the paneling of every wall. Money is not an issue." Ryo refrained from describing the throne that Zarro refused to sit on. It alone was worth more than the white house. "Don't worry about it, one day you should bring your wife over for dinner. It will be fun." Sam nodded agreeing to drop the subject. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
Break
"Lady Jill," Jill looked up when Niri called her name. "Mykial has awakened and is calling for you." Jill rushed to the door in the wake of the young page. "He is weak and may not stay awake for longer than a few minutes, but the blood of the ancient is now in his veins, he may make a faster recovery."
"Is Mihnea's blood that powerful?" Jill asked as they approached a door covered in rubies and gold.
"His blood is that of the great one," Jill paused thinking of Mihnea's father. Great one, huh? If that is what they wanted to call him, she could not disagree, she had seen and heard of fantastic deeds that he had accomplished. He mind was wiped of all as the door opened and she saw what appeared to a corps reposing upon the pristine sheets swathed in bandages. Tears rushed from her eyes along with a sniffle. Those deep colored eyes opened and Mykial smiled. "You scared me."
"Oh?" Mykial took her hand when she sat by his bedside. "Did you think I was dead? I died a couple of months ago," Jill wondered why he looked so sad until he continued. "Is that something that you can accept? I know you are human, I had hoped that working with Arcadia as you have been that danger would not frighten you. So maybe it's not the danger, and it's me."
"No, no Mykial..." Jill wiped her eyes. "I was afraid that you were not coming back. It takes some getting used to, you being a vampire, but think I may be falling in love with you." Jill lay her head on his chest as his eyes began to close. There was no heartbeat, and his chest did not rise and a fall, but his hand stroked her hair until she fell asleep.
"Dear little human Jill," Mykial sighed as the weight of his families blood bore down on him. "I think I may be falling in love with you too."
To Be Continued.