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Broken Glass Birds by Kyo [Reviews - 1] 
I wonder sometimes, lying here on my bed, whether the council would be terribly upset if I were to slash open the chest of one of the sires they pick for me and pull out his heart. A door unlocking. “I should warn you, Withryn is... odd. He does not see the world we live in” Who is that with Mardus? Somebody important since the fine mesh and silver filigree of silver threads around me are twittering in excitement. More murmuring by the doorway. “He hasn’t moved a muscle in the three years he has been in the city... except to feed, which he does not do very often” Before the council, my family was respected you know. Considered strange and a little eccentric but still respected. Though, if you can walk into a room and tell which two velassi, though they haven’t meant before, will be perfect mates for one another, you will eventually earn a respect. Mardus is blabbering on. Ah Mardus, if only you knew the story that surrounds you. The night you were born, there was not a un-tear-stained face in my family, for here had been created a thread that we could not manipulate. A thread whose path would lead to pain, whose weave was filled with heartache On Mardus’ hundredth birthday, my family removed itself to caves in mountains a few miles away, and they still remain here today. My father made the trek, his stomach heavy with the first of my five elder brothers, his heart heavy because my sire had refused to believe in what his mate’s family believed. He joined them within a month, my father’s suffering reaching him through the bond they shared. And drew him away from the city and to the caves. These are not normal caves though... oh no, these caves make the palaces of faraway kings look gaudy and cheap. Grand cathedrals of crystal spires and places where the slightest movement becomes a rainbow of songs. But I digress. Why did I leave the Mountains? As I lay next to yet another unsatisfactory lover, my father entered the room, not even glancing at the sleeping sire beside me as he told me to go to the city. Told me it was destiny. Told me it was fate. Told me I had a chance to knock Mardus’ thread off kilter. We are not able to look at our own threads, all that we are allowed is a strong gut instinct and words that will appear without prompting. > I turn my head towards the door. As usual there is the blurry form of Mardus, and standing next to him is a sire that makes my un-beating heart lurch into action.. So strong looking, such perfect pearl skin... But his hair... Like a living thing it slithers over his broad shoulders, light catching emerald green, black green and other hues of the same colour, all shifting together. “I will leave you now” The door closing and footsteps walking away I must get up then and greet this being that has captivated me at first sight. And he seems surprised as I get to my feet and walk towards him. His pure aqua eyes widening and reflecting all emotion but luring you in too. Like a glass bird. All the Velassi are like glass birds. We can crush a humans skull in less then ten seconds But push us too much and we fall from the fragile lines we hang on. The brilliantly dyed shards melting into pools of blood. Now…your name… “Mardus said you do not move except to feed” “One must not always believe what Mardus says” “So you are Withryn?” Your body feels wonderful against mine, my arms locked around your neck. It feels so intimate... and that's what worrying you. "I do not know your name yet" a sensual coo “Emera” Emera. My Emera. For you are the one I have been waiting for these past three years. Emera, I could say it all day, it rolls off my tongue like my mouth was meant to say it. So should I kill you? All you are doing is standing there tightly gripping my waist, and I can feel the trembling in your hands. Really now Emera? I know you are better then that. See? Your lips are made for gods, silky and firm. And even though it does not respond, your tongue feels delightful. Still no reaction my Emera. Though dragging my claws down your back makes you arch and shudder. I wear nothing Emera but you are wearing a light cotton robe... we will have to take care of that if we are to proceed any further. “You are skilled” The shifting of cloth and the sound of falling “It can get better” You like my hand don’t you? And where I press is hot, warmed with stolen blood. From a young man perhaps? If so it will have to stop my Emera, because I do not plan to share you. I did not prepare my self tonight, and that is what makes me wince as we stumble towards the bed, nothing else. As much as I would like you to take me now, I do not think your current paralysis will allow you. A purring giggle and the sire watches as the demon stradling his legs dips his head and swallows the sire’s aching cock. Pulling back and playing with the smooth head, poking at the weeping slit before deep throating him again. And as the sire watches with fascination, he wonders why he accepted the bet from his friends... then claws dig into his thighs and the thought slides away. That’s right Emera. Thrust up, grip my head tightly in your hands and fuck my mouth. Yes. Like that. No I don’t mind being used like this so long as it’s you. Your cock, your hands, your gasps and growls as you push yourself towards completion. Why so surprised all of a sudden? You didn’t think I would neglect myself did you? And with your hands on my head guiding me, it leaves my own to double fist my own aching cock. You did not strike me as one who enjoyed the use of teeth. But the seed filling my mouth and spilling over my cheeks at the same time, at the same time my own seed spills over my hands and stomach, is proof of you liking. And now you scramble from the bed, staring down at me. Do you know my love, that your beautiful white cock is right in front of my eyes, and at the moment it is rising again. Flushing like a rose red, like a virgin on her wedding night. How old are you Emera? Your height and mature features may have fooled Mardus, but I can tell from the way you act, you’ve probably only just started to feel the need to find a mate…not more 300. Testing your crystal wings And you shine and glitter, polished lovingly by your parents. So many Velassi are clouded and unpolished these days. The sires chest heaved as he stared at the sprawled figure. Arousal hitting him again as he took in the wanton figure, thighs belly and face covered in seed, chest also gasping. His heart beat in anticipation as the father slowly rose to his feet. You look surprised and shocked at what you have done. With an idle hand I wipe the seed from my face. There will be more Emera. I plan to conceive our first child tonight. All you need is a little more encouragement. My hand on your chest and one claw teasing up and down your cock. Grip my hips and press my against the wall, force yourself between my legs and feel them wrap around you, press you closer. It hurts as you breach me, pressed up against the wall, you’ve ripped me open, I can smell it. Now you move, pounding into me roughly until I know that my ass and thighs will be bruised tomorrow. Till you spill yourself for the second time, then roughly grasp me and jerk my erection, till I howl, arch and spill myself. So fast, so fast. The gold in your eyes fading to the vivid aqua from before. The shock is obvious as you pull out, making me hiss and let me slide down, backing off. There was the rustle of a robe and the sire fled the room, leaving the father slumped sitting on the floor, longish strands of hair covering his eyes. Lips curled back in a smile in the darkness. Eyes creased. “He’ll be back” I have shattered you my mate. But do not worry, I will take your glittering shards, heat you and remould you into a stronger more intricate creature, who will always fly back to me. A few more months and you will be mine Emera. And so for that time I will take my leave of your city and return to the mountains. I chose you Emera. The moonlight highlights the path home, the world seeming clearer. I have lost most of my threads now, but I do not truly care. "Welcome home" my father says with a smile, touching my stomach with a knowing smile. then embracing me. We will raise our child here. I will not give you a choice in such an important decision. Fair trade for my body and soul. The sun is rising now. Sleep well My Emera. |
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