Warning, mature content
Chapter 22
Kingdom of Germany, 1243
"Shh... Don't cry, little one," Fay hummed as she stroked the hair of a sobbing little girl.
"Everything is alright now." She paused and kissed the top of the girl's head. They were sitting by a nice warm campfire. There were bodies lying on the ground. Fay smiled and licked her bloody finger.
"Do you want to hear a story?" she hummed. "A long time ago, there was a little girl, just like you. She lived happily with her family until one day monsters attacked her village. They took the girl with them. She was scared and she prayed for someone to save her. No one did. She was all alone." She paused and wrapped her arm gently around the girl. "She wasn't as lucky as you. I saved you from the monsters. I..."
"Die you demon whore!" a male voice snarled from behind her back as a sharp blade penetrated her flesh. Fay frowned and stood up. There was a dagger in her back. The man in front of her was on his knees, he was shaking and panting.
"That was rude," she stated while pulling the dagger out. "I was talking."
"Burn in hell you..."
She snapped the man's neck before he could finish his sentence.
"That's better," she sighed and sat beside the weeping girl. "Now, where was I...? I can't remember. Oh well, I can tell you some other story..."
"Sweetheart?"
She smiled as she looked up.
"Hi Tristan."
He was smiling as well.
"Hello. What happened here?"
"I found a new friend," she replied, touching the girl's hair.
"I see. What is her name?"
"I don't know. She didn't want to tell me."
"She looks like a noble girl," Tristan stated.
Fay nodded.
"They attacked her carriage and took her."
Tristan glanced at the bodies.
"Bandits," he snorted. "Are you alright?"
"I don't mind the pain," she hummed. "It can't touch me."
Tristan zoomed beside her and gasped as he saw her back.
"Fay, I am taking you home right now," he stated firmly.
"But I just met my new friend..."
"Right now," he repeated.
"Is that an order?" she hummed.
"Yes, it is. You are hurt."
She shook her head.
"I don't mind."
"But I do." He sat beside her and cupped her face. "Please. Let me take you home." He paused and glanced at the girl. "She will be safely returned to her family, I promise you."
Fay sighed and turned to look at the girl.
"Goodbye, little one. It was nice to meet you."
The moment Tristan helped Fay up, few of his men appeared from the woods. Fay looked up at the night sky and spun around few times while Tristan gave orders to his men.
"Can you ride, sweetheart?" he asked after he was finished.
"I can fly," she hummed.
"Of course you can," he replied smiling. "Come on, let's go."
He insisted on lifting her onto her horse. Both him and Lucien often did things like that. They said that she was a lady. Sometimes she was. Not tonight. All the blood had made her hungry for something else. She wanted to ride Tristan. Bite him. Lick him. Make him hers.
"Fay," he started as soon as they headed home. "You know I don't want to deny anything from you, but you must not run away like that. I was worried and you got hurt. How bad is it, do you need..."?
He didn't have time to finish his sentence when she yanked him off his horse before jumping down herself. He had landed on his back. Perfect.
"Fay? What are you...?"
"Shh," she hummed and pressed her finger against his lips while straddling him. "I will take what I need."
"Sweetheart, you are hurtttt... Dear lord!"
She smiled while stroking his member through his pants. She knew exactly how he liked to be touched.
"This is what I need," she hummed, nibbling his ear. "Will you give it to me?"
"Yes," he panted. "Oh god yes."
She licked his cheek and bit his bottom lip, running her hand up and down his length until he was hard. She was already soaking wet, and she wanted him to give her release. Quickly she lowered his pants and lifted the hem of her gown. As usual, she was wearing nothing under it. She loved to go swimming or ran in the woods naked whenever she felt like it. Too many clothes just slowed her down. Sometimes Tristan or Lucien asked her to dress up and usually she did.
"My Tristan," she hummed, sitting upright and placing her hands on his chest. He groaned as she took him inside of her, moving her hips up and down. She liked it this way, having all the control. Riding him however she wanted to. Sometimes she let him, or Lucien have the control, but she never let them capture her. Pinning her against the bed. Stop her from moving. No.
No one would shackle her. She was free to fly with the wind. She threw her head back and cried out to the stars as she reached her peak. Her pulsing nub was sending more pleasurable waves through her body as she moved faster and faster. Tristan groaned as he grabbed her hips.
"Fay..."
"Fly with me," she hummed and pressed her finger against her fang before putting it into Tristan's mouth. "Feel me as I feel you inside of me."
He sucked her bloody finger while spilling his seed into her. She smiled and caressed his face before giving him a light kiss.
"I feel better now," she hummed while getting up.
"Well, I am glad to hear that," Tristan panted as he sat up. "But your back..."
"All better," she hummed and touched her gown. "I ruined this."
"No need to worry about that," Tristan assured. "You have plenty of those, my love. Please, just promise me that you won't leave like that again."
"Sometimes I want to fly," she replied.
"I know," he sighed. "I don't want you to feel like a prisoner, I only want you to be safe."
She didn't reply, she was looking up at the sky.
"When will I go to Lucien?" she murmured.
"Next week," Tristan replied tensely.
"Will you miss me when I am gone?"
"You know I will."
She smiled as she turned to look at him.
"I want to have you again."
"Really?" he hummed smiling. "Perhaps that can be arranged."
She walked over to him and took his hand.
"My turn to taste you," she hummed while biting his finger. His blood tasted like a soothing wind. Like a warm embrace. Like home. He was her family. Her lover. Her safe haven. He and Lucien were the only things in her world that made any sense.