Chapter 26
SPOV
Once we got back to our bedroom, I broke down. I'm not as emotional as I used to be, but the idea of Eric being with our enemies and away from me and the babies terrifies me. As soon as he loosened his hold on me, I lose it. I scream as my angry and pain courses through my veins and our bond.
"SOOKIE?!" he yells as I collapse on the floor.
As he takes me in his arms, he says, "Calm down…Please. You know that I will return. Do not do this. We cannot have the babies upset." The circles he is rubbing along my back are soothing and I begin to relax.
"I know you are right, but I can't help but worry. It's all I can do. We don't know how long you'll be gone! I NEED you, we need you!" Before I could say another word, I began to cry.
"Shhh, lover. I will allow them to keep me for three days. If I do not return to you at sunset, then you can come get me." I lift my head to look him in the eyes. Was the Mighty Northman giving me the green light? He notices the shock and thrill in my face because he continues, "Granted that if it comes to that, you will bring back-up. Do NOT come for me alone. Does this sound agreeable, min Drottning?
All I can do is nod and cling to him as tightly as I can. He stands with me cradled to his chest and moves us to the bed. After making love one more time, we both fall asleep.
The next morning…
My eyes flew open. I wake with a feeling of foreboding that I was too used to from my past life. Once I free myself from Eric's grasp, which seemed more difficult than usual, I pause at the foot of the bed to admire my reason for living. I have come to believe that our love is unnatural, something so pure that hasn't been witness for eons. Every encounter I've had with an Elder or God tells me this is true and that for there to be any type of future, we must continue together. Trying not to imagine a world without him, I realize that I in need of relaxing meditation.
As I walk towards the bathroom, I summon my handmaidens. Mari and Kaitlin had been ordered on vacation after refusing to leave my service when Eric and I reunited. I pleaded with them not to make me do it, but it was for their own good and they deserved it. I wasn't sure where they were, but as their charge, I knew that they would here my call.
Moments later, they appear in front of me. Bowing, they greet me in unison, "Milady."
"What have I told you two about that?" I chide as we all embrace. I release a wary side and they both now exactly what to do. Mari pulls me to sit on the toilet as she starts the Jacuzzi tub that sits in the center of the room. Meanwhile, Kaitlin is making sure she conjured everything they needed to "properly" take care of me.
I don't speak, too depressed to deal with everything. I know that I am being childish in this pity party. Now the tub was filled and scented oils added, Mari grabs my hand and helps me in.
"Mistress, you need to recharge. Will you eat an ambrosia fruit?" She asks as one appears in her hands. She bows on the side of the tub as she offers it to me.
"Thank you, Mari." I lay back and close my heavy eyes. I let the scents and tastes of the fruit take me to another plane of consciousness.
As I look around, I'm in awe of what lies before me. The glittery mountains were surrounded by cotton clouds and spiral patterns of trees. I'm standing on a cliff's edge, a cavernous drop off into waters of unknown depths below. The sun was abnormally large. The rays spilled in all directions. I feel the heat from them absorb into my skin and it's almost orgasmic. I fall to my knees and revel in the power.
Having no sense of time, I open my eyes to a golden throne room. Both sides of the blood red stone floor were filled with various people, mingling about. Their minds were pleasant, content in their conversations. I began to relax and realize that I'm seated in one of two occupied thrones.
I turn to my right and look into the eyes of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, my Mother.
"You finally made it. It took you long enough." She says in a light tone that brings a smile to my face.
"Well, I'm still rather new to all this." I reply. I turn back to those gathered, a particular mind having drawn my attention. In the far corner of the room, a lone girl with a purple aura stands unaware of what is happening around her.
Before I can get the question out of my mouth, I get the answer. "She is the spirit side of you. You haven't reached the point when she will come one with you, but it will happen." Freya waves her hand and the room clears with the exception of the girl. A moment later, four more girls appear. Identical to the first, they have auras of blue, light yellow, red, and green. Their minds and expressions are also the same.
These are your other sides; blue as the creating and destructive forces of water, yellow and white as the bright heat of the sun and the winds of the world, red as the fire that can consume all it touches, and green as the force that animates all life. You are capable of wielding all of this as it is your destiny to do so. It is one of the reasons you have the Norse Man as your ultimate protector."
"It would be so much easier if I didn't have to get all this in pieces." I retort. "The pain that I have gone through to just get here is…indescribable."
"I know, better than anyone, but that is the price that must be paid. Existence is nothing without balance. For every painful moment you experience, there is a pleasurable one. The fact that you are naturally able to survive this is another reason you were chosen and why your life has been so clouded in secrecy. Anyone with other malevolent ideas would have killed you as an unborn child with this knowledge, but Elders and Gods across the realms that have foreseen your coming and know the consequences of such an action took steps to prevent that. Now…your time has come."
"What about Breandan? He seems to know and yet he hasn't come for me outright. He plays this game within the hierarchy of the vampires to do…what?" I just wish one being would give me straight answers.
"The dark fairy doesn't know the whole story. Even he doesn't know the full ramifications of his actions" she replies.
"Couldn't be that he knows and doesn't care?" I counter.
"No. He cares; otherwise, he wouldn't want the throne or you." That comment earns her a questionable glare from me. "He will need heirs from the Royal bloodline. Once your pregnancy is known, he will foolishly begin to believe that you'll be somewhat…willing with the right conditions."
"What do I do? I don't want them, especially him, to have anyone I care for. Eric, most importantly." I inquire.
"Do what you've been told to do. Don't doubt your power, the love for your mate, or your conviction. You will know exactly what to do when the time comes." As we look at each other, she raises her hand to cup my face.
"You have so much yet to experience. Our boys will be magnificent; each with half your powers like the yin and yang and have all their father's powers. The universe will go one, and it will be because of you." She kisses my forehead and pulls away.
"Our?" I begin to ask and then I return to my reality with a blast of light. My eyes pop open and I have a whole new sense of purpose. We will get through this, for I no longer doubt it.
"Mari, Kaitlin." I call out. They don't appear and I'm alarmed until Eric walks into the bathroom.
"If you do not mind, I will be taking over your relaxation" he says with that smug smirk. I smile as I sit up.
"I have things for them to do: I respond with mock frustration.
"Make it quick, it is almost 8am." Whoa. I've been in here since 5am. I call their names again with immediate results.
"Yes, Milady" they say in unison.
"Contact Turner and have him bring all of my records. Inform him to bring himself and anyone he holds dear. Have him assist you in preparing a plan to multiple individuals. This must be done during the day. And take care of anyone looking for me until I arrive." They nod and disappear.
Eric had been leaning against the counter, watching our exchange with interest. He's wearing his pajama bottoms and a tight t-shirt that showcase his form in all its glory. He doesn't realize how he affects me without even trying. I'm horny now and want him with a yearning that should be worrisome.
"Remove your clothes." I order. Slowly, he does as I command. Beginning with his shirt, I watch as the muscles in his chest and abs flex with his movements. Next, his pants follow to set free GP. Just the sight of him takes my breath away.
"May I join you, my Queen?" he's adorable and making me excited the closer he gets to me.
"Yes." I pant out as he climbs into the enormous tub. As soon as she slides in, I lunge at him. Our kisses and moans fill my ears. He tastes like my ambrosia fruit, which makes me that more forceful to savor the flavor of his mouth.
"May I be free to pleasure you?" I blush and nod adamantly. With his hands on my hips, he raises me and places back on my side of the tub. Now that I'm seated, he pulls away only to sink lower in the water. He pauses at the water line and stares into my eyes. I'm speechless as I feel all of the love and devotion he has for me through every fiber of my body.
His eyes glow bright blue as he goes under, lifting and spreading my legs. I lean back and feel his underwater kisses up my inner thighs. He then tongue-kisses my lower lips, almost the same way he does those above my waistline. His tongue leaves no part of pussy ignored. Bucking and almost screaming, he sucks on my clit and I explode. I look up at my reflection in the mirror-ceiling. Look at my own face, eyes bright with white light; I now know that my astral companion was not Freya. It was me.
I'm forced to come to terms with that quickly as his tongue enters me. His thrusts start out slow and deep, then the pace quickens. Before I know it, I come again. This time I almost rip out his hair as my grip to pull him closer becomes violent. The same is true for his grip on my thigh. My release causes the remove of his tongue, but then he begins sucking my core in an attempt to drain my juices.
He's inside me before I can tell which end is up. This is not slow and romantic. This is something more powerful, meaningful. Our lovemaking has always been…unique, but the power that's coming off him is more intense than anything I've felt. I feel like I'm being fucked by a god, perhaps a Sex God.
He powers through both our orgasms, each of his causing him to become fully engulfed in his blue flame. He repositions multiple times, through, as he takes me in every way. Just as I begin to think that I can't take anymore, my begins light to spread through both of us. He pays no attention. I can't help but to as I feel a change in side me. We are both engulfed in my white light, when like the impact of a lightning bolt, his blue flame over took us both.
We both wake up lying in the empty tub. The room is foggy from steam. I'm still lying underneath him, so I blink us to the bed.
"What was that?" I ask him as I look to see it is 7:45am.
"I do not know, exactly. I will find out." He strokes my cheek as he kisses my lips. "I feel…something else. They are strong. It's feels like two distinctly, different piece of me. I…I…what are they?" he asks me. I close my eyes and feel the bond, realizing that it's our children.
"It's the bond between you and our sons." He stares at me wide-eyed. "I also think that you just passed your power to them."
"Sookie, did you do this?" he asks.
"No. This is part of the whole godly thing. Our sons are going to be very powerful." I answer. He rolls us so I'm on top, my hair cascading around our faces. We stare at each other for a few more minutes before he rises to sit on the side of the bed, holding me in his lap still.
"Dress and handle things for today. There are some things I need to do before we gather tonight." I can't reply since he's captured my lips in another passionate kiss. I rise from his lap and dress myself in jean shorts and a white t-shirt. I walk to the door and grab the doorknob.
"I love you and I am proud to be the mother of your children."
"And I love you" he replies as blood tears drip.
I walk into the hall after nodding to the guards outside our room and lean on the closed door. I send him my love and pride through the bond and receive it back. I begin the trek to the offices to get everything that needs to be done completed.
Author's Notes:
Thoughts?
Here are the translations for this chapter:
"min Drottning?" = my Queen?
*The characters in this chapter belong to Charlaine Harris.
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