Chapter 44
SPOV
I don't know where I am, but I'm freezing. I look around and survey the frozen tundra I'm standing on, stretching as far as the eye can see. This is nothing like Eric's homeland or our hideout. It is foreign and desolate. From the formations of rock and the absence of any form of life other than myself, I conclude that this is not anyplace in the Earth Realm.
An invisible pull urges me to move in a certain direction so I comply. I feel like I'm moving south. The most abnormal part about this is that there is no sun or moon. The sky is covered in dark, thick clouds that produce a mixture of snow and ash.
After a few minutes of following the pull, I stand before the entrance of a castle made of ice. There is no door to bar my entry, so I enter. My distorted reflection from the floor to ceiling sheets of ice are all that seems to be in this place, but I know that is not true. I can feel the others. Silently waiting for the order to kill me or just curious on how far I will get before I am struck down like all the others.
I walk into a hall that is much like the rest of this place, empty; the only exception being the figure sitting in the throne at its end. I feel like time is of the essence, so I decide to skip the pleasantries.
"Who are you? And where am I?" I ask. The cloaked figure, who had be sitting quietly with a bowed head, finally moves at my words.
"I am the Goddess Hela. You are in Niflheim and you have not earned your welcome here. At least not yet." The threat from her last words is not lost on me.
"So that's it! You want me to become one of the dishonored dead so that you can boost to the rest of the Gods that you control the spirit of Freya's offspring."
In a blink, she is in front of me. Her hood falls back to reveal her face. Half of it is only bone, muscle, and ligaments. Her eyeball is completely exposed while her ear, half her nose and lips are missing. I can see her rotten teeth through the gap between her upper and lower jaws. Steam rises from this side of her skull as mucus and a dark sledge, which I assume to be her blood, drips. The drops melt the ice like acid as it hits the floor. Her other half, the right side, is youthful and healthy. Her skin is free from any blemishes or wrinkles. Long black tresses hang over her right shoulder. Her lips are full, reminding me of Angelina Jolie's.
She expected me to be repulsed by her appearance and is surprised when I stare into her eyes unfazed. Her eyes have the biggest irises I have ever seen and they are equally black in color.
"I should have given you more credit. But that is beside the point now. You will not change my outcome. Freya must suffer as I have suffered. Once she is crippled and the others are distracted fawning over her, I will unleash Fenrir and Jormungand to start Ragnarok."
As she spoke, she straightens and I can feel her confidence as much as I can the pain and bitterness.
"I cannot imagine what it has been like to rule here alone. Perhaps if you weren't so mean, others would come visit you. You may have to be ruthless to spirits, but not the other Gods. They know your power and respect it; it is you they don't respect."
Enraged at my words, she tries to back-hand me. I pop behind her. She cackles and throws her cloak completely off to face me. I find that she is wearing a gown with bellowing sleeves, much like one I've seen my mother in. Only hers is black. She has one perfect breast on an hourglass shape on her right side, but the skeletal frame of her body can be recognized on her left side.
"HA! You think you can change my will with your petty wisdom! I am forever and was created this way. There is nothing you can do to change that. My POWER should give me the respect I deserve, yet they turn their noses up at me!? I already have my army…all I need" she moves within inches of me, on my right (of course) "is for Freya, hence you, to fall."
Before I can process Hela's words, I'm ripped out of whatever that experience was. Eric is shaking me violently to wake me up. The bond is overwhelmed by his concern and worry, but it is his fear making it feel like too much.
"Oh, bless the Gods! You have come back to me!" His eyes are glowing bright blue, his cheeks still wet from his blood tears. I open my mouth to speak and he tries stops me.
"Eric. What's wrong? It is the bab-?" My hands go to my stomach immediately and it is glowing. The light is more golden than white. It is as if they are protecting themselves. The power just didn't feel like mine.
"We were both sleeping until a searing pain woke me to discover you levitating above the bed. I kept you from floating away as if you were trying to leave. Our sons were already shielding themselves from whatever was happening to you. I spoke to them, kept them calm. You finally returned to the bed and that is when I began to shake you." He pulls me to his chest and kisses me all over my face. I bring his lips to mine and greedily claim them.
The kiss deepens when his tongue flicks my upper lip. My nightie is ripped off me as Eric's pajama bottoms disintegrate under my touch without breaking the kiss. His hands find my breasts, kneading them tenderly. I push against his shoulders so I can get him on his back. Straddling him, I immediate impale myself on him. I was dripping wet from the time I open my eyes to see his. The lust passing between us makes us fill the room with moans and groans of pleasure.
Slowly and steadily, we make love for hours. We change positions like I wasn't the size of an elephant. We taste ourselves on one another. He whispers words of love and devotion in my ear as he pounds me from behind. I lose myself in the ecstasy of his voice.
"Kom för mig min Gudinna, min fru." With those words, I explode. My climax engulfs him and he lets out a roar that feels like it could move mountains. We collapse onto our sides, still joined.
"That was…" I pant, unable to find the words.
"…indescribable" he finishes and all I can do is nod. I can see the sun beginning its decent on the horizon.
I know that we don't have long before decisions have to be made. As we lay there, I recount my visit to Niflheim to him. By the time I finish, he is as still as if he is in downtime. My attempt to sit up is the only thing that brings his focus back to me.
"I cannot believe this. You have the most pure heart of any creature in the universe and it is the Goddess of Death that wants to use you to begin Ragnarok? And it is because the other Gods do not like her?!" His voice rose with each sentence. He vamps out of the bed to pace, too amped on anger to stay still.
I watch him as I contemplate what to do next. He stops in midstride as his attention is called to something outside of our room. Gunshots…from assault rifles. Eric ignites in blue flames as he throws on some pants. I try to scramble off the bed, but he stops me.
"NO! This is the safest room in the house. Our nest mates will come here to protect you. I need you to stay here." He's got to be kidding!
"NO WAY! I can fight. I'm no…" before I can say another word, my stomach begins to glow and I double over in pain.
"GODRIC! PAM!" he screams. The doors almost come off the hinges when they vamp into the room. Pam immediately secures the windows and bulletproof shutters. Godric is on the other side of the bed. Eric pulls me up towards the headboard.
"What's happening?" Eric asks them.
"We are under attack. There are 100 or so intruders, but the fairy guards are holding them off. We just need 7 more minutes before the rest of our vampire forces rise." Godric explains. Pam joins us by hovering behind Eric.
"They're weres…not all wolves but all predators" she tells us. I try to scan, but a wave of pain hits me so hard that my back arches off the bed. Eric moves down my body and lays his face on my stomach. He tells them to help calm me. The pain ebbs slowly and I can focus. I succeed this time and find an army attacking our home. They have yet to break into the main perimeter, but it is only a matter of time. Eric and I feel when Rasul and his forces rise. He leaves me to give them instructions.
"Pam, guard the door and only let our nest mates in. I will join Eric." When he tries to leave the bed, I grab Godric's arm to keep him with me.
"Please don't leave me" I beg him. He looks to Pam. "I got this" she retorts and dashes off. She puts six guards, both fairy and vampire, on the door to prevent anyone from making inside the room.
Godric is nervous, but I can only tell from his mind. His face is emotionless as he listens to all around us. He holds my hand, tracing an unknown pattern over my palm. It is somewhat soothing. He begins speaking to my stomach too. It felt weird and I couldn't make out what he was saying, but the babies were responding to it.
Together, Godric and I hear when the wall is breached. The footfalls of whatever broke through are thunderous. I watch in horror through the minds of my guards as an ice giant pushes through the concrete and metal barrier.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I scream. I close my eyes and raise my power. I get off the bed and move to the door.
"Wait! You're nude!" Godric tells me. I grab the sheet off the bed and wrap it around me. I storm out of the door. Godric doesn't leave my side. When we reach the top of the landing, I see the giant with my own eyes. Its body is covered with some of the same rock formations I saw in Niflheim. Hela officially make it on my kill list as of this moment.
"I call upon you, Thor, to aid me in my quest. Blood of my blood, made from the Gods as am I." There is no need to raise my voice and I feel it when he enters the realm. Eric appears at my side, anger written on his face to find me outside of the room. He looks at Godric, then back to me.
"I don't want to hear it! There's a fucking giant in our yard!" He looks and he reaches his boiling point. The God of Thunder couldn't have picked a better time to join us.
"Hold still, brother. You have much power, yet it is not enough to best a jotun. I guess you have to learn how to sometime." His baritone reflects his long years as he places a hand on Eric's shoulder.
"Brother? I hoped to not meet you like this." My husband has never felt intimidated by anyone, but Thor isn't just anyone.
"I feel the same, but I am here now and you have a jotun that is trying to kill your Goddess." Thor said the words to get Eric flaming again, but this time, they both walked to the front door.
"Bring him back to me, Thor!" I yell before they exit.
"We are Odin's children. What could go wrong?" he replies. Then, I watch in terror as the giant swats them to the side like they were nothing.
EPOV
The impact of the giant's swing was jarring. I took me a couple extra seconds to rise. I look to my left to see Thor dusting debris off his shoulder. He walks over to me and stretches his arm over my shoulders.
"Ok, brother. The trick is to distract them. Like most overly large creatures, they aren't very smart. We must lead it away from the house." His voice is almost too nonchalant for even me and I know how to stay calm in battle situations.
I nod and vamp in front of the giant again. I rise into the air, directly in its face. I cock back and punch it in the eye. It howls in pain and I am nearly swatted again, but I dodge the strike with ease. Having secured its attention, I lead the chase away from the house. I can hear someone yelling to the giant to kill my lover, but it is too busy trying to get me to listen.
GPOV
Oh the Gods! Never in my human or undead life did I ever think I would see a true giant. After witnessing the gigantic being swat my child and the God of Thunder out of its path as if they were two pesky gnats, I will admit that I almost lost hope. 'Almost' definitely being the appropriate word.
I know there is no way I am going to be able to restraint Sookie and her warrior heart when her love ones are in danger. I watch her closely; she is beyond beautiful with her swollen belly, wrapped in the black satin bed sheet from their bed. Good thing I did not let her leave the room without clothing. Eric would not approve at all.
Pamela rushes to us on the stairs.
"I thought she was staying in the room?!" she almost whines.
"Yea right, that was so not going to happen and you knew it. Status Report." Sookie's tone is stern and calm.
"I got the teens and humans into the basement. It was closer. The Royals are in the Armory getting weapons. Cassandra and Rachel are doing protection spells. The Cullens' are on their way to try and help with…" She is interrupted by something blasting through the roof and crashing to our right. We rush over to discover Thor imbedded in the wall.
"Woooo! It has been awhile since I have been hit like that. What a rush!" says the Thunder God.
"'What a rush?' My husband and the father of my sons are out there battling a being that shouldn't be in this Realm! GET THE FUCK OUT THERE AND KILL IT BEFORE IT HURTS HIM." Grabbing him by the throat, Sookie pulls him out of the wall. "Bring my husband back to me alive. Now." The last was said in a voice that was not normal for our petite Southern belle.
"Okkkaayy!" She let him loose, but not before he could retort. "Just like your mother" he mumbles as he shoots back through the ceiling, creating another hole.
The rest of our nest convenes at the bottom of the stairs, watching the action through the windows, behind the mixture of vampire and fairy guards that are inside to protect us. As we all listen to the battle raging in the front yard, we hear the breech on the East side of the property. The fairy guards pop there immediately as the vampires vamp in that direction.
A sound that resembles that of hyena being slaughtered is almost deafening. Thunder claps in rapid succession, followed by lightening so bright that it turns the sky from night to day for a few second. The giant collapses in front of the windows so much force that the windows blow out and we all feel the foundation of the entire property shift.
Sookie's grip in my hand tightens as she closes her glowing eyes to focus her mind. She is still in that same position when Eric and Thor burst through the front double doors.
"Although I used the lightening to finally kill it, they are really easy to dispatch. They are big, stupid and clumsy. Blind them, then you can access their vital areas. The heart, the throat, and then the head." Thor says to my child.
"You call that easy. Remember that I am new to this. I need to train. My lover attracts trouble and I have to be able to defeat anything that comes our way." He has blood dripping from multiple places, but his wounds heal as his light diminishes.
All of our attention is brought back to Sookie as she begins speaking.
"You have hurt my family for the last time. I will end you. And then I am coming for Hela." She remains in the same position, unaware of our presences. Silence follows for a few moments.
"You hate me for not being a full-blooded fairy. Well, guess what? I am much more than that now and I will drain you myself you fucking cocksucker!" Her fangs are out. She becomes fully engulfed and the force of it pushes Pam and me away from her. She is slightly shaking as she slowly descends the stairs.
"Lover?" Eric says as he blocks her path.
"NO! I will end this now! Breandan is standing at the property line right now. I am going to drain him and see what his pure blood tastes" she seethes.
"Karedon!" Eric calls, trying to reason with his mate. "Sookie, we need to keep you out of danger until the babies are born."
"FUCK THAT! Look what he has done to our home, our nest?!" she screams. Again, I hear the otherness in her voice.
Karedon finally appears and he is trying to catch his breath. "My lady, he has already retreated. Our trackers, both fae and vampire, are on him."
She turns her gaze on the fairy commander. "I could have killed him by now if I wasn't stopped!" she stomped her foot and the house shook.
"ENOUGH!" Wrapping his arms around her, he whispers something in her ear. Although we all have supernatural hearing, I know that no one hears what is being said. Her light begins to diminish. She finally let him fully embrace her and suddenly they are gone.
"Well. I don't know about the rest of you, but all the commotion has got me all riled up. I need to feed and fuck to get rid of this bloodlust." Pamela announces. Tara vamps to her side.
"My maker, I thought I was going to get to kill something? They didn't even make it inside!" she whines. She is slightly shaking as she experiences bloodlust after a battle for the first time.
"Come, child. I will help get you through this. Hopefully, our grand sire will assist us." The both look at me with that look that only the women I love can give me to get their way. I sigh. We all need to regroup from this.
Turning to the nest, "The guards will handle clean up and re-securing the premises. Let us all retire for the moment. Since the enemy believes we are all here, they won't think to check the other properties. If you would like more privacy, Karedon can have his fairies take you and yours there and stand watch. Otherwise, you all are dismissed for now."
Grabbing each of their hands, I pull both of them to my chambers. As soon as the door closes, they are both all over me. It has been centuries since I had multiple women like this. In the past, Eric and I would enjoy the pleasures of the female flesh in excess of 10 to 15 at a time in one night. Granted, they would not be alive by dawn. When Eric made Pam, I had already released him and we had gone our separate ways. The more centuries that past, the calmer I became. I would enjoy perhaps a male or two every few years when the urge became too much to bear.
As vampires, sexual relationships between makers and progenies are a part of our very nature. Yet, I still have slight doubt that the three of us should be doing this. At the same time, the licks and kisses that these beautiful women are placing all over me as they rip my clothes off is beyond pleasurable. And they are of my blood…mine.
Tara is on her knees, stroking me as she licks my lower abdomen. I am holding Pam against my chest and she is kissing me with abandon. I know that Pamela is a self-proclaimed lesbian, but in this moment, she does not seem to be. Her tongue is like velvet in my mouth and she tastes sweet. When she licks my fangs, the beast within me comes alive.
I pull them both towards the bed. I push Tara onto it first, to which she immediately gets to her knees in front of me. I kiss her roughly and to my surprise, she tastes sweet as well. Their sweetness varies in degrees; where Pamela would be like drinking juice directly from the most exotic fruit, Tara would be like it drinking it mixed with human blood. Pamela takes advantage of the two of us being busy and removes all of our remaining clothing.
She gets on the bed, from the other side, and joins her progeny in front of me. I release Tara's lips and take Pamela's again. As their grand sire, I can both see and feel the bloodlust coursing through them. Tara's tongue travels down my body, until she takes me completely into her mouth. The sensation makes me shudder. I use one hand to guide Tara as she sucks my dick like it is the end of the world. With the other, I rub circles on Pamela's clit and she moans into my mouth. I pull Tara away from me gently and she hisses at me, which makes me smile. I turn both of them towards each other and their mouths slam together like magnets. Watching these two gorgeous women kissing makes my dick twitch.
"Which of you wants me first?" I ask them.
"I'll be nice and let Tara go first" Pamela replies. I'm surprised by this because she is usually very selfish.
"Thank you, my maker" Tara says to her as she kisses her again. I pull Tara down to the middle of the bed, leaving Pamela sitting up against the headboard. I slam into Tara's tightness before she has time to realize the movement. I spread Pamela's legs open, admiring her inviting wetness glistening for me to taste. She reaches down to touch herself and I can feel through our bond that she feels neglected, but is willing to wait until it is her turn. I haven't lived almost 3,000 years to not know how to pleasure more than one woman at a time. Still pounding into Tara who is griping my ass so tight that I can feel her nails draw blood, I use both hands and pull Pamela flush to my face by her waist. I fuck her with my tongue at vampire speed, only stopping to suck on her nub and clit.
Tara is the first one of us to cum. I have to hold her by the throat to stop her from biting me. "Not yet, young one" I tell her before going back to eating Pamela who is very close herself.
Moments later, she unravels in my hands while I am still buried in Tara. I lower her down to the mattress and pull out of her progeny. I release them and lay down on my back. I pull Pam to straddle me and she lowers herself onto my shaft. Her nails drag up and down my torso as she slowly rides me. Then, I pull Tara to straddle my face while she was facing her maker. I taste our combined juices as I penetrate her inner lips with my tongue. She is already overly stimulated so she is also very vocal. Pamela's pace increases as she kisses her child.
I feel the pleasure building deep within me. Their moans, screams, and lust in the bonds are driving me insane. I haven't felt like this since I first made Eric and it was just the two of us then. They are both racked by orgasms so powerful that is shakes me below them. Pamela can feel how close I am to my end. She leans down to my neck and bites me. With every pull, I feel myself being pulled closer to the edge. Just before falling off, I bite into Tara's thigh. As she cums again, she grabs her maker's wrist and drinks. With that action, the circle of our blood exchange is completed and vibrates through all of us. There was something else mixed in with it that I will have to explore at a later time.
After a few minutes, we all collapse onto the bed. I feel that they are both sated and have returned to their normal states. I lay there, enjoying the peace and satisfaction of the moment, as I feel my child coming closer. Suddenly, he appears.
"I just had to see for myself what caused me to lose control. And now it all makes sense." He walks over to us, examining us in our post-coital states. Slowly, he walks to the other side of the bed. He turns Pamela's head so he can look into her eyes.
"Did you have fun?" he asks his child sarcastically.
"Oh, yes! The only thing that would have been better would be if you and Sookie could have joined us." She doesn't flinch as he growls at her for mentioning his mate.
Moving over to our newest addition, he kneels down so he is eye level with Tara. "What about you?" he asks.
"I'm speechless. I can't help but wonder what it would have been like if you were here. I love my BFF, but I also know that she is just as possessive as you are." To be so young, she was bold.
"My maker?" he says as he stands to his full height.
"Yes, my child?" I reply.
"I just stopped by to warn you that Sookie is looking for you." The look in his eyes tells me that I was in trouble.
"Understood. Tell her I will seek her out momentarily." He nods and walks away from the bed.
"Next time, at least close the bonds. I try to do that for you." He isn't just talking to me, but to all of us. I give him a knowing smirk in reply to which he returns. "Oh, before I forget, we are leaving. Therefore, pack all your things. We will not return." He blinks out and we are three once again.
"What-the-FUCK-ever! After what happened to me in the boardroom, he is lucky I don't try to do this every night!" She vamps off the bed and out the door.
"Are we all in trouble?" Tara asks me.
"No. You are new to all this, so you are safe. Pamela and I…well, that is another story" I tell her.
Author's Notes:
We are getting closer…I swear. Please, oh pretty PLEASE, review and let me know what you think. Your thoughts inspire me and I thank you all for reading this.
Here's the translation for this chapter:
Kom för mig min Gudinna, min fru = Come for me my Goddess, my wife.
*The characters in this chapter belong to their respective authors, CH, & AB.
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