THE GOLIATHUS CHRONICLES

Chapter 17- Carnal

This chapter continues about six months from the last one. Navi should be around a year old at this point. If there are some loopholes in the plot...I apologize. I've just had a strike of inspiration out of nowhere and I need to get it written down before it leaves my brain as fast as it got there.

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Dinarius sighed, curled up on his bed at his blank wall. There were no windows in this room, obviously there were reasons behind that, since the Facility was a very secretive place. But still, he couldn't help but feel how much like a prison it was. Even if he was free to come and go. Why was he staying here anyway? Oh yeah...of course. For the sake of that human female. That human female he was attracted to...every time he saw her he felt his loins twitch...it was starting to annoy him. He had to do his "job" and hunt vampires, not lie there on his bed, wondering why he just couldn't pounce on her and make wild love to her...hell, why not act like a wild animal sometimes? It was fun. Why couldn't they just have fun together and toss out all morals or worries?

Eh, shit. This was getting him nowhere, being here. He had to get out, go back to his cave. At least for the night. But first things first, he had to tend to his demanding stomach before anything else.

Getting up and making it a purposeful point to stretch out slowly, Dinarius shook his wings a bit before finally setting to his clawed feet and making his way out of the room. He slowly meandered down the hallway, using his nose to sniff his way right to the kitchen. One thing he DID like...the never-ending supply of meat, whenever he wanted. As he got closer to the kitchen, he paused a minute, looking around as if half-expecting to see someone in there. When he was sure there was no one around and that he had just been hearing things, he opened the huge walk-in freezer door and found several delicious choices...anything from kidneys to huge cow livers.

A virtuous feast for any heradus.

Of course, the meat was very cold, he would have to heat it up first, which was always a nuisance, especially when one was ravenously hungry. Which was another annoying thing...having a hunger which could spring up at any moment. Perhaps that was why he kept having such lecherous thoughts...sex was one way to feed his hunger pangs in a whole different manner. Even if it was only painfully fleeting at best.

Choosing some of those large cow livers and a few hearts, Dinarius lit up one of the gas ranges and put a pot down with a small amount of water in it. Then he simply waited impatiently for it be heated up enough for consumption.

Again, he heard something. Or did he? Christ having such sharp hearing was also getting on his nerves. He was probably hearing some damned mouse in the walls or even just creaking caused by the howling wind outside. His thoughts were distracted as he could smell the meat's tempting odors. It was nearly warmed through, he turned up the dancing blue flame beneath the pot in his impatience, hoping to get the task done faster.

SNAP

The sound caused Dinarius to spin around. He growled, his heradus instincts telling him something WAS amiss. Sniffing long and deep he tried to push aside the odor of the warming meat in the pot and catch the scent of whatever he knew must be sneaking around. He could feel the white hairs of his long, luxurious mane standing on end on the back of his neck. His eyes narrowed into slits. There was a metallic tang in the air. He knew that scent...and he knew it well.

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Navi fidgeted uncomfortably at being placed on such a cold surface. Sitting up she shook as a shiver wracked her little body, then wrapped her small wings tightly around her. Looking up at a huge, hulking figure mere inches from her, she made a little snort of disgust. "Dada." She said simply.

The other figure was clearly like her, but much larger, and the talons on his feet were huge and jet black. He tapped them slightly in his growing anxiousness, as he stared at a figure below, oblivious to their presence.

"Dada!"

Navi, hush. Wait.

Another shiver wracked her body. But rather than cry like perhaps any other infant would, Navi bristled and snapped her wings together, making a loud, sharp sound that startled even the figure next to her, even though the winds from their somewhat high perch drowned it from being heard below.

Goliathus sighed...this was daughter all right. There wasn't an ounce of patience in her.

"Hungee."

Hm?

"Hungee."

Why his child spoke (and remarkably early, as he had learned) and did not communicate with mind-speech, he wasn't sure. She was capable of it, he was pretty certain of that...but she seemed to prefer this pointless talking business. Ah well. She was speaking quietly, at least. Too quiet for the figure below to hear.

I know. Just wait. I shall feed you soon.

His eyes riveted once again to the moving shadowy figure, which now seemed to have a purpose for its lingering in that spot...a human female was walking down the street, unaware she was being watched. The figure moved with lightening speed at that moment, it's attack set.

Goliathus had no more time to waste, lest the human be killed. For one moment the sensation of worry still puzzled him. He really shouldn't care about the human...she was only a good distraction while he set his sights on the blood-sucker. But he knew he had to start caring if he wanted to truly change, and anyway...she was a woman.

There was a large swooshing sound as Goliathus leapt off the precipice he had been crouching on. Navi followed him with her cat-like orbs, glowing blue in the moonlight. Her stomach growled. This was common practice now. Daddy hunted...and daddy fed her first. Her tiny growl like that of a kitten was almost laughable, but it still conveyed a somewhat sinister message. Hunger.

The ever-present hunger ruled her as it did her father.

There was a loud shriek, a terrible scream, and the sound of breaking bones piercing the night air.

The tiny infant heradus perched upon the rock made a delighted squeal of glee.

In barely another minute he was back, blood smeared thick on his talons as he clutched some still very warm organs and body parts in his clawed hands, while below there was the distinct smell of fire as what remained of the vampire quickly burned away.

The woman, she had never seen what had happened. Thinking she had heard something behind her, she turned and saw something smoking on the ground. Raw fear paralyzed her for one moment before she took off running, not bothering to look back again. Whatever it was that just happened, she didn't want to know.

Golathius was tempted to start gorging himself on his prize right away, when he heard a shrill sound of protest. Quickly his parental instincts kicked in and he put all the pieces down which made a wet, squishing sound as they hit the cold stone.

Go on then.

Navi got onto all fours and crawled over. She was capable of walking already, but still didn't have good balance, so crawling was still the best choice. Looking down at the bloody meat before her her face scrunched up into what seemed like frustration. She sat back down, looking up to meet her father's eyes with a pout.

No. You must do this. No more babying for you.

She wailed.

Goliathus huffed, ignoring her. Tough love was a bit of an understatement. There would be no coddling, no making things either. She could not be spoiled...or her potential of becoming an efficient killer would be ruined.

"Hungee!"

Then eat. It's right there.

Navius shifted her moist eyes back down, poking at it with one little taloned foot. She attempted to pick up a piece and chew on it, but the toughness of the meat made it quite hard to get a piece off, especially with her still-weak jaw muscles. Again, she wailed.

Goliathus continued to ignore that, but as much as his own stomach growled in extreme protest, he waited.

You almost had it before. Think.

Clearly she was irritated, and she emphasized that point by giving him a sour look...but then, she stared down with a new, intent gaze at her own talons. When she had poked the meat before, they had sliced right through it like a knife through butter. She did this again, poking at the flesh with her feet. A small piece was sawed right and she gobbled it down greedily.

There, see?

It was then that Navius went from a seemingly innocent little infant of barely a year to a something akin to a ravenous wolf cub. Using her feet she quickly started shredding the meat and swallowing the pieces down almost as fast as her father could.

Satisfied, Goliathus began making short work of his own share.

In the back of his mind, he couldn't help but feel a smug sense of pride in her.

/

Gazing up from her journal, Ami looked at the clock hanging above her on the wall. It read 1:10 am, and as if in response from the late hour she gave a deep, lingering yawn. Tired of scribbling notes in her journal, she finally gave in and quit, getting up to reach into a desk drawer and put it away. It was at that moment she smelled the scent of cooking meat...or burning meat for that matter.

Quickly, she headed into the kitchen to find out what was going on. As she rounded the corner and darted into the room, she saw Dinarius perched on the large and wooden butchering table, crouched like a cat and with his talons digging in to the wood. He was looking around with more than an anxious look on his face.

Ami raised an eyebrow and quietly called to him, she did look around cautiously herself, but as far as she could tell, no one else was there.

Her soft voice calling to him seemed to break his concentration on the far window and he snapped his head to the side, staring.

He pounced...not like a cat upon a hapless field vole but rather like a huge lion leaping upon a gazelle.

Ami felt her body meet the ground hard, somehow her head managed not to break open as it hit the ground but she felt the immediate pain sear through her head, and her back wasn't too happy either.

"The hell! Dinarius, get off me!"

It took another minute, but finally the slender, lithe heradus realized what he had done. But he didn't move, instead his sapphire eyes conveyed all the apologies far more than any words could ever hope to do. He fought to say something anyhow, he had probably scared the crap out of her regardless.

"Ah, shit. I'm sorry, Ami. I heard something and I could have sworn I smelled a vampire..."

Ami's body froze as a bit of fear washed over her. "Really? Where?"

He sniffed the air deeply again...but oddly enough, the scent had vanished. If something had been in the room, it was gone now.

He sighed, looking around several times, but no...nothing was there now.

"It's gone, whatever it was."

"Oh." Ami felt herself relax, albeit for the pain still throbbing in her head, though even that was slowly waning away. Thankfully, she had apparently not hit her head too hard. Although she was certain she may end up with a major headache in the morning.

Right now though, she caught herself staring back at Dinarius, who met his gaze with hers once more. He had seemed so animalistic in that one moment that he had pounced her, but it was as arousing as it was startling. She felt her own body starting to betray her, wanting him in a flush of lust that felt like the most wonderful heated feeling in the world. She knew this feeling, it had happened to her with Goliathus. It was carnal, it was intense...but it was so god-damned wonderful. And right now, she was seriously contemplating getting Dinarius to satisfy that lust for her. Even if she knew it could lead to disaster. The hell with him...he was so hot, so sexy...in his own strange way. His heavy weight on her only seemed to deepen that desire, she could feel his manhood inadvertently pressing in to her, sending shocks of sensation through her body. Oh...damn.

Dinarius was instantly shifting from alarm to his own lust. He could smell her arousal, it came on strong, and he couldn't help but breathe it in like the most luscious, tantalizing scent he had ever known. Oh yes, he was hungry. Hungry to taste every inch of her body and absorb every scent she cast. He felt himself growing harder by the second, the awareness of how close their bodies were was also settling into his conscious. Christ, if she didn't get away from him now, he was going to take her. Whether she wanted it or not.

Ami sighed, and she tried to move away, but it was an extremely halfhearted attempt. Dinarius growled because her movement had rubbed against his growing erection, he did try himself to get himself off of her, but he couldn't get himself to move.

They stared at each other for a moment. Ami's face fell, but it was hard to distinguish what she was feeling. She looked sad, but also desperate. And her eyes shined affection for him. Whatever barriers she had raised before, they were crashing down.

"You asshole."

The words stung, but somehow it was some sort of weird invitation.

Wasn't it?

Dinarius had no control at this point. Growling he effortlessly ripped off whatever clothes she had on. Ami had mumbled something then about that really being necessary (and "you ruined my new jeans, you ass") but he hardly paid any attention to it. In seconds his tongue was on her soft flesh and exploring every crook and fold of her skin. She gasped and writhed beneath him, but made no real effort to stop what was inevitably going to occur at this point. Her scent, gawd but her scent was so overpowering...he reached down low and began lapping at her, sucking in every drop of her juices.

Somehow, this was far more intense than it was with Goliathus and her body trembled all over...was it because it was "forbidden", in a sense? She thought of her precious Gollie and how she would explain this to him, but at the same time she could not help but thrust herself towards Dinarius' more than anxious tongue as he slid inside her, exploring every inch of her velvety warmth. Loudly she cried out, arching her back more and thrusting harder towards him as her arousal increased. He continued to tongue her in ways that would make even the most experienced lovers blush, and she could barely breathe as one powerful orgasm hit her after another.

If she thought that was all they were going to do in this session, however, she was wrong. Dinarius growled again and then finally lifted his head up, licking and sucking at her breasts before sliding his manhood quite easily into her. In the next moment he was pounding her hard...she cried out once more feeling another intense orgasm beginning to build. Damn, but how he could keep hitting all of her sweet spots, over and over again. Since they were on the floor, there was nothing she could grab onto, no pillows or blankets, so instead she resolved to reaching up and grabbing onto his arms. Her own carnal lusts greatly rising, she practically demanded through gritted teeth and panting breaths that he needed to be fucking her a lot harder than that.

The pace quickened and with another lingering growl in his throat Dinarius continued his relentless pounding until finally she came again, clamping hard onto him. Her tight waves pulsing around him quickly caused his own climax, as he filled her with his seed...hot and burning...Ami shuddered once more before finally becoming spent completely. Panting still, there were tears in her eyes as she felt him collapse on her in a moment of his own exhaustion.

There was silence then.

For a long while, neither of them moved.

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With her little belly full, Navius reached up her arms to her daddy, returning from ravenous wolf cub to cute little infant. She was picked up tenderly, and though he tried hard not to coddle her, sometimes it was difficult to follow his own "rules". He purred happily as she nuzzled into his neck.

"Dada."

Let's go, we'd better get back home.

The hunting over for the time being, Goliathus spread his massive wings and took to the air, rising high into the sky to stay out of the view of any who may perchance be stargazing on this night. Navius squealed, she loved to be in the air with her father. She spread out her own little wings and flapped, as if trying to imitate his actions.

Soon. You will soon enough.

She giggled, nuzzling into his neck again.

Goliathus sighed...she seemed so innocent. And in a lot of ways, she was. Though she had already watched him kill, and she had eaten the flesh of said victims...to her this was nothing but normal. She did not yet understand the implications of being what she was.

He hoped when the day came that he had to explain all of this to her, that she would understand.

And more than that, that she would forgive him.

/

End Chapter 17.

Well, I gave up on another idea for now and am going with a different one. I had a sudden urge to write and when that happens, I don't fight it. So, just be glad I got a chapter out! I still have some ideas right at the top of my head, so I just might have the next chapter out within a couple of days, perhaps even tomorrow! I really hope you enjoyed this and about the sex scene well...heh...I was horny, ok? And everyone seemed to want those two to get together so I kinda let the viewers decide as I'd said I would. XD