Chapter 6

Daemon enters the bedroom and looks at Jaenelle. He was hoping to see her in the dining room tonight but she informed Beale that she needed to be excused for the evening. She had not stepped out of her bedroom in the entire day. Jaenelle turns and looks at him and notices that he is not wearing any clothes. Immediately, he releases his full unrestraint sexual punch that saturates the entire room, leaving her unsteady.

'Sweetheart…I am so sorry. I have been an idiot all this time. I was haunted by the memories of the time when I felt what it was to not have you. Of course I want a child with you. I have wished for it for a long time. But that dream came with the nightmares and fears of losing you; images of your fragile body after the Purge, returning from the healing webs too soon." He took a deep breath. "I don't want to talk about that, not tonight".

She studied him for a moment, uncertain of his words. These words contradicted his previous ones, those painful words that ripped both their hearts apart. He noticed the hesitation and understood her reaction. The past week her mind had taken a beating and then there was that terrifying tangled web. Everything is questioned now. Could she trust him? He realized that somehow words were not enough to undo the damage. He needed to show her.

He took a step towards her and she instinctively took one backwards. Jaenelle looked like a wounded child. He took her face between his hands and started kissing her softly, while tracing her blonde hair with his black nails. Her body reacted organically and naturally recognizing his touch. Tonight needs to be special and he knows this. His deep voice between kisses whispered her name with reverence, like a chanting of a solemn song. A song of love that sent chills down her spine.

"Jaenelle, let me love you. Let me make you mine. I want to give you all of me like never before. We've made love thousands of times with our bodies and minds but tonight, I want to make love to you with my soul. I want a child, yours and mine. Please let me love you. I promise to be very gentle and make you very happy."

"Yes", she responded with a whimper.

That triggered a feral instinct inside of him. He vanished her clothes and started the mating dance. He breathed in her scent while kissing his favorite spot between her right shoulder and neck. He used craft to flow them towards the bed. Between kisses, phantom hands and tongues caressed and kissed her nipples. By the time he started thrusting himself slowly and deeply inside of her, she was begging him to do it. " Can you feel me? Can you feel my love?" He grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest. She could feel his heart pounding. Exhilarating and unstoppable, it seems like it would ripped out of his chest.

"Daemon, I love you so much" Jaenelle purred.

"Open your mind to me. Let me make love to you in the abyss". Daemon told her while staring at her sapphire eyes.

Jaenelle opened her inner barriers to him and suddenly, they found themselves in the Misty Place in the abyss; Jaenelle's special place. Witch studied him. He approached her and began seducing her. He picked Witch up and sheathed her with his maleness in a powerful mating dance. As he thrusted his physical body inside of Jaenelle, he was doing the same to Witch inside the abyss. Their bodies started to move in unison in the abyss and in their bedroom. In that moment, they became one soul. No longer Daemon and Jaenelle or Witch and Prince, they became one.

He was no longer using craft but their bodies started levitating over the bed and in the abyss. They were about 6 feet floating in the air and moving in a spiral motion. They had descended to the level of the Black. Jaenelle opened her eyes and saw Daemon looking at her intensely. Unspoken words passed from one to the other through physic lines. All around them was fire and ice. Their bodies no longer looked like them. They looked like an interconnected flame made out of fire and ice, red and blue. As they were reaching their climax together, Daemon whispers to her. "Take me sweetheart. Take all of me". In that moment of agonizing release, Jaenelle felt him fill her up between her legs. It was fire and ice but none; it was magic. Their bodies started to descend. They held each other tightly, never letting go of the physical and psychic connection. Daemon tried to call the blankets and applied the warming spells. His Black jewel was almost drained of its power and Jaenelle had to put the warming spells in the room. Almost immediately, they had fallen into a deep sleep.

In the library of the Keep, Saetan and Lucivar listened to Daemon dumbfounded. Saetan called his glass of Yarbarah while Lucivar remained in shock. His mouth was still open and he looked horrified. Daemon was puzzled. He came to asked for his father's and brother's opinion of what happened and he found two speechless men in front of him. He left out the sexual details, of course. This was a strictly need to know basis account of events. He needed to know if that is what happens when a Warlord Prince gives another woman his willing seed. They had children, they should know.

"Prick…Prick…close your mouth. You looked terrified. I did not give you any disturbing images. You still have not answered me. Is that what happened when you got Marian pregnant?' He turned to look at his father who was suspiciously quiet. "What about you?" Just silence, you could hear a pin drop in the floor. Never mind, maybe I should have asked Aaron or Khary. You guys are no help".

Finally, Lucivar snapped out of his shock and looked at him. " Bastard, did you overdose on Safframate?" He was serious with that question. Daemon gasped and Saetan spat his drink. "Absolutely not, are you insane?" Daemon yelled at Lucivar. "Why in the name of Hell would I do such thing? Do I look like I need Safframate to make love to my wife to you?" Saetan just rolled his eyes.

"Old son, I have no clue of what you just described to me. Whatever it was , I have never heard of it. I love Marian deeply. I love that woman. When we make love is fulfilling, exhilarating ,intoxicating and powerful but what you described to me is different. Then again, I am not the Sadist and Marian is not Witch. What about you father? Is this a Black Jewel Warlord Prince thing? Mother Night, no wonder Dorothea wanted to breed you like a horse stallion and allowed you to get away with all that destruction?"

"No, it's not. Lucivar and I can't help you this time. Lucivar and I love our mates but you are Witch's lover. You believed you were born to become Witch's lover. Your body could not respond to any other woman in 1700 years. You were right all along. Dreams made Flesh was in part created by you. You were one of the dreamers, like Lucivar and I . She could have chosen anyone to be her lover but she chose you. I believe that your connection is deeper than any connection we may feel for anyone. We have experience human love but your love is stronger than that. We love as much as we are capable of loving but it is still a human love. We met these women and then fall in love. You on the other side, loved Witch even before she was born. It is not the same. It can't ever be the same."

That day after Daemon left , Saetan was in deep conversation with Lucivar. " I am really worried for Daemon. After what he told us today, I am deeply saddened. He will lose Jaenelle soon and I fear he won't be able to survive it. Everything has a price and the price for loving Dreams Made Flesh is too high."

"Oh father, whatever the price is, I reckon is worth it. No other man will be able to love like Daemon. Now, I understand him. I see why he has so many insecurities when it comes to Jaenelle. I love Cat as a sister but sometimes I can't help to envy Daemon".

Saetan took another drink from his cup. " I know what you mean. It is a sweet agony to be able to love Witch. Wouldn't we all willingly pay that price? I must find a way to help my son"

That night, Saetan spun a Tangled Web.