Chapter 36

EPOV

"Mari. Kaitlin."

The two fairy handmaidens appear as suddenly as we arrived in our bedchamber. Dressed in their royal robes, they bow and wait for their orders.

"Go to the farmhouse and make sure that all of the vampire safety systems are in order. Stock all refrigerators with Tru-Blood and as much donor blood as you can find. Secure a spot in the cemetery near Gran for a burial. Mask your scents and make sure there isn't any trace of fairy present in the house. Also, check the wards and make sure that we will not have any interruptions." She barely takes a breath in between sentences. I stay silent and gaze out of the bay windows overlooking the backyard.

"Yes, Milady" they reply in unison and disappear to do her bidding.

"Eric. Who are we going to get to turn Tara? It can't be you." She says this in a flat tone, almost identical to the one she used with her handmaidens.

"Sookie. We are alone. You do not have to act like this with me." She is putting up a wall and if I do not stop her, the harder it will be to break.

"What are you talking about? You will not turn Tara!" She rises from the bed and puts her hands on her hips. I feel her anger at me, although I know it is misplaced.

"Did I say anything about being Tara's maker? Why would I suggest making another child when we have our sons coming?" Her anger decreases and is replaced by shame for how she has treated me. "No, my love. Do not fall into despair over this. I already plan to have Pam do this. She has been ducking becoming a maker for some time. I know you are angry, but you will hurt yourself and the babies if you do not manage your emotions." I pull her into my arms and hold her. She looks out the windows, the heavy rain beating on the glass as lightning fills the sky.

"I'm sorry. I…I just hate all the shit that is happening. Those fuckers, then Niall and Breandan, then what Niall did to AP, and now Tara; I'm about to lose my shit!" What the fuck is going on that I do not know about any of what she is rambling about. I have obviously missed a lot in the last three days.

I pull back and cup her face, looking into her beautiful eyes, "What has happened while I have been gone?" The look she gives me is a mix of relief and fear. "Sookie, what are you afraid to tell me?" I am beginning to get impatient; a devastating combination when we are both feeling this way.

She lets out a sigh and pulls out of my arms. She grabs my hands and sits me down on the chaise up against the windows. Once she is comfortable in my lap, she recounts everything she has learned in my absence.

"I can't believe that Niall has been acting like he loves and supports us! If it weren't for him, there's no telling how long it would have taken for you to gain your power. He told me how you would be able to enter Faery if the Gods gave you the power to do so. I don't understand." She shakes her head causing a single tear to drip from her eye. I pull her close and lick it away.

"Perhaps something else happened to make Niall change his outlook. I cannot believe that he would have been able to get 'so close' with AP if he had intentions of us failing. Our failure means the end of all, not just Earth." That is it. "That is what changed. At some point, Niall discovered that if he allows Breandan to kill or enslave you, then Ragnorak will commence and the universe will be unmade. He would never risk his race for anything, even a personal vendetta against the one who killed his son.

"That makes sense, but what about his initial betrayal of me?" she turns her head to look into my eyes.

"The agreement Niall and Breandan made was centuries before your birth. Fintan went to extreme lengths to hide his human descendants, not just from Breandan but his own father. Mr. Cataliades may know more about what he did, being his best friend and your godfather, but we will have to discover that another time. Right now, we need to know if we can trust Niall. If not, then you will have to kill him and take the throne sooner rather than later." My answer surprises her and she nods absently in agreement. "As far as this mystery woman or demon, we will ask our parents about this. I have a feeling they will know who this person may be.

"Ok. Mr. C. may also know whether we can trust Niall. Now that AP is not wearing that magical leash he gave her, she may be able to as well." I nod. She lays her head back on my shoulder, letting our contact calm her. I need to get her out of this melancholy mood.

"We still have a few hours before dawn. I did not have a chance to leave my answer to my captors' terms of surrender. Would you like to accompany me and leave a definitive message?" She sits up and glows with excitement.

"What do you have in mind?" she asks she slides down my body to kneel in front of me. I growl at her and she smiles at me wickedly.

"The throne room is round and made of stone. Also, Quinn is at the compound." The mentioning of his name causes her bloodlust to rise. I am now fully hard and praying she frees me soon.

"I love the way your mind works." She glances at the clock; 3:15pm. "But first, I must taste you." She licks her lips as she reaches into the waistband of my pajama pants and pulls out her 'gracious plenty'.

"As you wish, my Goddess."

She uses both hands to stroke me. Her pace is agonizingly slow. I pull my undershirt of and drop it to the floor. Removing one of her hands from my shaft, she rubs up and down my torso. I feel her lust and need building, matching my own. She leaves kisses across my lower abdomen, hips, and upper thighs, before licking my tip. The sensation makes me shiver and her eyes tell me she is about to claim me.

Her tongue travels from my base to head, making sure to put firm pressure on the vein that runs its length. I release a moan. I gently run my fingers through her long blonde tresses, massaging her scalp as she has her way with me.

"Close your eyes, Eric." This is new, but I am not complaining. I do as I am told.

Her tongue swirls around my head once more, before she takes me into her hot, wet mouth. Slowly, she descends, sucking me deeper. I add my other hand to her hair, detangling it as I go.

She loves when I play in her hair. She begins to bob on my dick; up and down, taking me further down her throat. When my tip touches the back of her throat, my grip tightens. "Guide me, Eric" she says in my mind. Although I believe she is doing a magnificent job on her own, I know better than to argue with her. I slowly pull her head up and down as she licks and sucks me harder. I can already feel my orgasm building. I am afraid that if she allows me to control her as I am, I may hurt her. "You will never hurt me, Eric. I need you to do this." My remaining restraints snap.

I gather all of her hair in one hand and use the other to fondle her left breast. They are also bigger than the last time we were together.

"Are you sure? I do not think I can be gentle." I warn her.

"Do I have to repeat myself?" she asks and I shake my head no.

I push her head down as far as it will go. I now have about two and a half inches down her throat. It is so tight, almost like a vice. My speed increases and I am now fucking her mouth as vampire speed. She moans, the vibrations tickling and bringing me closer.

I grab her right wrist and pull it to my mouth. I kiss and lick the spot I want, never pausing in making her pleasure me. "Yes. Oh Gods, yes. Cum down my throat, my King." And that is my undoing. I roar as I shove myself as far as I can and bite into her wrist as I come. Her blood causes my release to double, making it that much more powerful. Her throat tightens sporadically around me as she swallows everything I have to give her. She starts sucking again as I begin to pull out of her mouth.

"No, my love. Stop." I try to get free, but she refuses to release me. We begin to battle each other for control of my penis. She wins when she freezes my arms to my side.

"Lover?! Please? I need to be inside you." I plead with her.

"I want more." Bless the Gods, my wife is a sex fiend. My attempts to stop her become futile and I give up all together. She brings to me to completion again, more quickly this time as I was still riding the waves of the first orgasm.

Finally, she releases me from her mouth. Standing, she turns and walks over to the bed. She kneels on the ottoman and lays her head on the bed, spreading herself open for me to devour. I cannot help but stroke myself seeing her like this. I stand and remove my pants.

Once behind her, I use both hands to open her further. She is dripping wet and I have taste her. I lick from her clit to her asshole, pausing at her core to suck her juices. "Fuck me, Eric. Now!" she yells.

"No. I am in control now." I tell her as I promptly tongue-fuck her. She grips the sheets tightly as lick and suck her most private of areas. She comes, gushing all over my face and I love it. I lick her clean as her pants and moans start to lessen.

I stand to my full height. I use two fingers, inserting them deep within her core, to gather her juices and lubricate her tight little ass. She groans and I can feel her anticipation at me having her here.

"Tell me that you want it." I command.

"Oh, God. Yes. Fuck me, Eric. All of me is yours." With her words, I slam into her pussy hard. She comes up off the bed, now holding herself up by her hands.

"No. Lay back down" I tell her as I pull arms from under her, causing her head to flop back down on the bed. Rethinking this position, I flip her over so she is on her back. I grab the edge of the ottoman and throw behind me, sending the piece of furniture hurtling out the windows. The wind and rain blow into the room, but neither of us could give a shit about the destruction.

I hold her legs up in the air by the ankles with one hand and enter her again. "Eric!" she screams aloud and in my head. I am relentless in the force and speed of my thrusts as I pound into her. She is screaming and squirming below me, trying to hold her place on the mattress.

Suddenly, I pull out and enter her ass. I give her no warning nor do I take her gently. Her back arches as she screams again. She is so tight here. I lose it and pound her ass just as I did her pussy moments ago. I slap her ass cheek and she becomes completely engulfed in her light.

"Fuck! Shit! Jag är om att komma. Stoppa inte! För kärleken stoppa inte av Gudarna!" she screams and I pull out of her ass, entering her pussy once again. Her walls tighten around me, almost as strongly as her ass, and her orgasm hits her. I soon follow, our lights filling the room as brightly as the lightning from the storm outside.

I collapse in between her legs. I turn us so all my weight is not on her stomach. We lay there in silence for a few moments, before I feel her moving again. She pushes me onto my back and straddles my waist, sliding down on my shaft once again.

"Sookie! It is almost sunset…" I try to convince her to stop, but she does not listen. She rises and falls on my cock, her nails digging into my chest. As blood begins to seep from her scratches, she leans down and licks them. Then, she bites into my chest and I come again. As her pussy milks me, she releases my chest and latches onto my neck. Her pulls on my blood are deep and I have to hold onto her to not fall into the unknown. She collapses on top of me, my blood dripping from her mouth.

I grab her face and pull her up to me. "I love you, Sookie. You are everything to me." I kiss her, tasting my blood in her mouth.

"As I love you, Eric." She is so spent that she can only reply in my mind. I rise and put her into the bed proper. She falls asleep in minutes. I sit next to her on the bed, trying to calm and gather myself. If I were human, I think I would be unconscious after the sex we just had. I kiss her lips, and then pull the covers back to kiss our sons, before tucking her in again and heading to the bathroom.

Before I start the shower, I grab my phone and press number 6. Karedon answers on the first ring.

"Yes, your Majesty" he greets.

"I am about to send you the layout of the compound. I want you and several of your fairies to go and destroy the throne room. Make sure that they are clear in my answer to the terms the have set for my surrender. Be stealthy and quick. I want you all back in the next 15 minutes." I order.

"And if we are met with resistance?" he asks.

"Kill them, if you must. Also, bring us the weretiger. Secure him in the dungeon to be dealt with later."

"Thank you, your Majesty. I'll call you when it's done." We both hang up and I get into the shower.

I need to get dressed to go see my maker and child. They both need to prepare for our new addition.

Author's Notes:

I needed a heavy dose of lemons to combat my own feelings of anger. If you can't have angry sex, then write some. That's what I say.

How do you think Pam is going to take the news of becoming a maker? I was happy that Alan Ball decided to go that route, but Tara's anger was disappointing. I wanted her to be ok with the decision. But does that mean she will be happy with Sookie's choice as her maker? We'll have to see in the next chapter.

Hope you enjoyed the refreshing lemonade. Please review.

Here are the translations for this chapter:

Fuck! Shit! Jag är om att komma. Stoppa inte! För kärleken stoppa inte av Gudarna! = Fuck! Shit! I'm about to come. Don't stop! For the love of the Gods, don't stop!

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