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CHAPTER 10
Cerberus gathered first Eris to him and then he reached for Zephyr. "Come on Zeph, Azrael has invited us to join him in his celebration of his taking a husband."
"Sure, but who?" Zephyr was always willing to party, but who could Azrael possibly chosen since last he had been there.
"That Elder he had just rescued. The one that he had originally asked me to safeguard if he ran here. Seems to be that the Elder wasn't as much failed blood as was first thought. Don't ask me, I don't know what went down, but if Azrael says he is whole, then he is whole. Trust one of the Lined Kin to know the difference."
"Hey, that's great. Sure, just give me a minute to take care of Darion." He looked to the boy, the one that Garren had taken to replace Jamie. "Are you okay? If I leave, are you going to be okay here, until I get back?"
The boy just looked at him, still to shocked and frightened to do more than just nod.
"Let Jacob handle him while you are out. He's your brother, and he won't let anyone hurt his little brothers pet." Cerberus looked up to another of his Brood as the man came forward.
"Go on Mike, I can keep him safe for you." The man just grinned at the younger Kin. "Chill bro. I'm not stupid. I know what our Sire can do to anyone of us who messes up. Been there, done that, and I would just as soon not do a repeat anytime in the near future, go and have fun. He'll be here and whole when you come home."
Zephyr grinned at his older brother. "Thanks Jacob. I owe you one." The elder, dark skinned, Kin reached down and hugged him, kissing him briefly, before letting him go. He reached down and patted Darion's shoulder. "You listen to Jacob, okay. He won't let any of the others bother you. I won't be gone more than a few hours." Oh well, he had wanted a pet, and now that he had one, he was going to have to get used to thinking about someone other than himself. Could be worse though, he could still be looking. Garren had only done one thing right, in his whole sorry existence, and that was when he had gone out and taken this one. True, it wasn't so that Zephyr could finally have a pet, but that was okay too. Because he had lucked out and the boy had landed neatly in his lap. "Okay, Father, I'm ready." He took the hand that was offered him.
* * *
Morgan met Zephyr as he and his Sire and his Sire's husband appeared from the Dark Paths. "Hi," she smiled. "Come on in and join the party."
Zephyr first looked to Cerberus who nodded, before looking to Azrael. "Master, may I?"
"Oh course, she is why I asked your Sire to bring you. I am going to be quite busy between reveling in my new status as a married man, and taking my two there and making them mine in truth. I did not want her to feel as if I was not thinking of her. She has a bit of a crush on you, as you know. So to you, I grant a bond of blood with her, for this night, let her be your lover."
Zephyr just looked from Azrael, to Morgan who filled his arms. "But," this was not what he had been expecting. "You will allow me," he could not mean what he was saying.
"Yes, but with care, boy. You're Sire is here, and I have faith that he will be able to keep you in line. Just remember what I warned you of once already. Do not harm my Chosen."
Him, hurt her, not bloody likely. If Cerberus didn't damn near kill him for doing something that stupid, he knew Azrael would. "Yes, Master. I swear, she has nothing to fear from me, not now, not ever."
"Good, now take my girl, and go find a place to play." He considered his duty to his youngest taken care of. He had only one thing left, before he could consider his house at peace.
"Maria, Mark, see to your friends when they are not with one of us." And now he felt he had done his duty to his house.
"So, Congratulations, Azrael. Cerberus has already told us of your good fortune." Eris moved to first hug Azrael, and then Loki, not bothered at all by their lack of clothing. He had been part of a Covenstead far too long to be bothered by anything as small as that. "Took you long enough to find a fitting husband. To think, you got as old as you are, and are just now choosing to wed."
"Eris." Cerberus went to fuss at his lover, only to be drawn up short by both Azrael's and Loki's laughter.
"Don't worry, Cerberus, the boy is only telling the truth. I am old, and I did take my own sweet time coming to this state. But now that I am, married, as it were. I do not plan to seek my bachelorhood, ever again. He pulled Loki close again. "And, if you would come, Cerberus, feel and taste what I did, and know how whole he is." He would put to end any question that Loki was anything but whole and healthy as Kin, "love, allow the Rogue Master to know the truth."
Loki fell back, leaning on Azrael as Cerberus's teeth found his throat. He was still so amazed that he had been found to be without fault, that he would do anything his brother, and now wedded lover, asked of him.
Cerberus pulled away, shock and fury on his face. "That son of a bitch."
"Yes, my feelings exactly." His tone was both smug and pleased.
"I'm sorry, Azrael, you too Loki. I had thought that you were not whole, were one of those that sometimes happen when the Gift just doesn't take right. I'm glad I was wrong."
"Now, that all the questions have been answered, come and join us. My Chosen there was in the middle of proving how badly she wants to be my Childe." He pointed to where Robyn still hung, legs spread in the swing. "Poor thing, she probably thinks I have forgotten her."
"No, Master," she grinned at him, eyes still fixed on him. "I knew you would get around to your amusement, soon enough."
Cerberus only chuckled, pulling Eris against him. "Now I understand what the old man said about having a house full of younger blood. She isn't even Kin yet, and already you can tell she is going to have such a mouth on her." He looked over to where Morgan had taken his son. "If I'm not careful, this lot is going to spoil that boy of mine and I'm going to have to spend every moment he's with me, correcting his mouth."
Azrael looked up at him. "Answer me this, why is it that you confuse questions on your policy as challenges to your word?"
"Because, more often than not, they are. You have never had to stand completely alone and brave the fates. I have, and if I didn't stand and fight any and all that would question my right to do so, I would have long since died."
Azrael nodded. "I see. And now, seeing as it would appear that your Covenstead and mine are going to be as closely linked as it would, with our children, lost in each other as they are, appear they are to be. Will you still hold to standing as a solitaire soul against all, even me?"
Cerberus watched as Azrael whispered something to Loki, and the man slipped from his lap, moving to return to the couch where the two children huddled. Making soothing noises as he gathered them close. "I don't know, Azrael. I'll try hard not to step on any toes, but you are the first of the Lines I have dealt with, or at least willingly, since I was orphaned. Over six hundred years, ago, so forgive me if I don't jump when you think I should. Old habits die, hard, old pain and fear, even harder. But you're right, I will agree to form a pact with you, if for no greater reason than my Childe needs this."
"And now, if I demanded my right as Coven Master, is it only your Childe's needs that you will bend for? Is there nothing for you or your other people that can be gotten from this?"
Cerberus lowered his head, fighting the fear that had been his constant companion for so long. He would have to bend now, bend to another of his kind, bend willingly, or this one that sat before him, if pushed, could and would force him. "What would you have me do, Master?" He squeezed Eris's fingers gently.
"Give me your throat. Bend to my rule, as I will do yours in your domain, and offer me your throat."
"Go one Cerberus." Michael moved to stand, ready to take his place as he stood. "Your boy there," he motioned at Eris, "he is fine. We do not make war with children, or innocents. And he is both."
Cerberus was torn, he owed this man, the Master of this place, his submission in his home, but Eris, was his husband, his lover, and his life. "Your word?"
Lips, both firm and gentle covered his, the kiss more a promise than anything else. "On the life of my own Childe."
Zephyr watched all of this play out from where he had taken Morgan to 'play' as the Elder had ordered. "Your Master, he's not going to do anything to mine, is he?"
Morgan rolled her eyes at him. "Do anything, what do you mean, do any-thing? This is Azrael's home, his domain. All he is doing is establishing domain rule. You master might bleed a little, but that's it. And just think, Cerberus will get to play the, master, one day in your own domain when we come to call. Az wouldn't ask him to give what he wasn't willing to give too."
Zephyr turned his head, burying his face into Morgan's hair, unable to watch as his master and Sire knelt before another, and bared his throat. "Love me, pretty girl, let me hide in you."
Morgan just chuckled, pulling him even closer, lips against his. "Silly boy, I thought you were."
Robyn's body had long since been lost in the pleasure that she was forced, alone, to give, herself. She watched on, with such burning want, as the other, knelt, and kissed her master's feet. This would be one of those nights. She would be forced to perform for all, and suffer, what ever. Whims the Kin felt inclined to lay upon her. But as frightening as it might be, she knew she would blossom under the brutal care that they would give her.
A light hand, on her wrist, brought her back to the room around her. "Let me take care of you, love." Maria smiled down at her. "It would seem that our Master has been taken away for a time. So lay back, close your eyes and enjoy for a while." She knelt, moving to place her mouth where Robyn's fingers had been. "Go on, girl. Mind me, either way, you are going to be punished. So it might as well only be once." She lowered her mouth, teasing her, as she had so many times before.
"Ah," she cried out as she fell back, obeying. Delighted at the feel of both tongue and teeth, as well as fingers began to torment her. How many times would she be forced to face this, this wonderful torment, tonight? How much would Azrael deem she, suffer, before he decided that she had earned his Gift. She cried out, part in pleasure, part in pain as her orgasm took her. Oh Maria could be so cruel. To pull on her ringed hood like this, knowing that she could do nothing but respond as she did. "Please, oh please." She sobbed.
Maria looked up, a gleam in her eyes. "Please what, slave?" She knew what Robyn needed, what she burned for. "Are you begging me?"
"Yes, please, Mistress." She lifted her hips, exposing herself even more to the elder woman.
Maria looked up, "Torin, did you bring the box you went after?"
"Yeah, here it is." He handed her the wooden box that kept all the things that they needed for Robyn in. "Can I help fix her up?" He had long grown accustomed to the connection that they shared, and the wash of pleasure that he shared whenever anyone touched his lifemate. "It's a shame that we aren't alone, if we didn't have Cerberus and Eris here, we could all take her to the dungeon, I haven't seen her with the shower in weeks. Last time, I thought I'd go mad before I could get off."
Michael just laughed looked down at Eris. "Why do you say that, little Brother? Just as soon as your master is finished with Cerberus, we can take your girl and retire there. I happen to agree with you, she is something to be seen when she is like that." He bent and kissed the confused Kin in his arms. "She really is quiet surprising in her tastes sometimes. I have seen her beg for things that would leave my soul bare. But, as she went to assure those two that were brought here, after their abuse, she wants, even needs this."
Eris nodded. "Brian, is like her. And he will, one day, be another of Cerberus's Fledglings. But not, for some time to come, we are still raising more than enough children as is." His fingers tangled in Michael's hair as they kissed. "So, once the Elder is finished with my lover, am I to bend too?"
Michael just chuckled. "In a hurry to get away from me?"
Eris wasn't sure if he had stumbled, or if Michael only teased him. "I don't understand what you mean, Megel." He was careful to use his vampiric name. Instinctively, knowing that if, he was, in danger, by using the name, Michael would be forced to show his hand.
Michael snorted pulling away. "Enough of the fear, boy, if I had meant you ill, don't you think I would have done so by now? I gave my word to your Master, on the life of my Childe, that I wouldn't hurt you. Why is it, that you people have such a hard time just, believing that we aren't going to go mad and wreck havoc, on the lot of you? You let a Childe, an infant, come here, alone and unprotected. Yet you, who are much older and better trained that the boy is, you are still ready to fear us?"
Eris looked down, ashamed at Michael's words. "I don't know. Maybe it's because. He is so young, and so harmless. I just couldn't see Azrael harming him, not after what he had done for Titania, but, you are not he."
"No, I am his Childe, his First-Born. I would no more harm any of you than he did. Damnit Eris, Cerberus is learning to trust, you forced the issue with him, are you now going to tell me that suddenly you are having second thoughts?"
He just laughed. "No, forgive me Megel, but I'm afraid he has worn off on me, just a bit. And now, having what I have fought with him over, for so long, it is just going to take me a few moments to accept the reality of it all."
Fingers worked at the snap of his denims, "well then, perhaps while my Sire is still with your lover, I can show you what you have fought so hard to win." He would take this boy, would show him that Cerberus was not the only Kin that could feel real want for him. "I am not your husband, but I will do for now, no?"
Azrael pulled back from Cerberus. "You are welcome here, many times over." He smiled at the shaken younger Kin. Silly boy, he had been so afraid that with bending, he would lose himself. "So, Cerberus, was it what you had feared it would be?"
Cerberus looked sheepishly down, chuckling. "Thank you Azrael. You have replaced my faith in the Lines and in those who are in them. I was wrong."
Azrael just shook his head. "No not wrong, or at least not completely. You had and still have every right not to trust all those of Legal blood, I was mistaken when I foolishly thought that all those like me, who 'lived by the law' did so, in truth."
Cerberus, growled, pushing Azrael back into his chair. "I don't care. I was wrong about you. To hell with the rest, as long as the Warlocks know that there is at least one Lined Covenstead that will support us, I'm not really worried about the rest." Submission was not in his nature, so Azrael wasn't surprised at the aggression that the younger Kin displayed. Was even, charmed, by the obvious display of mock dominance.
He captured Cerberus's face in his hands. "So, little one, should I take this as a challenge, or as you intend it."
The younger Kin cried out in heat as he felt his body be drawn tight as Azrael's fangs pierced his throat again, and there was a sound of ripping fabric, as Azrael disposed of his shirt. Pity that he could not take this one, as wonderful as he was, and claim him as he had done David. It would make so many things so much easier. But, if he did that, then he would be no better than Magnus had been, and his honor would never allow that. So he teased the younger Coven Master. Chuckling to himself, as he felt the boys hands hastily help his remove the constricting outer-garments. No this one was not, submissive, by nature, but here, and now. He would gladly allow him to take him and he would bend to Azrael's passions, and lay beneath him. If only in respect for his place as, Master, here.
Robyn struggled not to fall as both Maria and Torin yanked her up, the rings in both nipples as well as her clitoris ring, screaming with pain as the chains that were linked to them were pulled, forcefully. "Damn, Blue, but you look mighty nice." Torin pulled on the center ring that linked the three chains from the separate rings together. "Just one more chain, and then I'll leash you." He had to, admit the entire design was neat. Three thin chains linked to a center ring. Each chain sported a small leash hook that was attached to her rings. Then a fourth chain was fastened first to the loop in her collar, and then to the center ring. Then the final touch, a heavy leash was then hooked to the center rings, and his girl could be led anywhere that whoever was holding the leash decided she needed to go. "So, you think she is going to need the hood tonight?" He looked up at Maria, who had been the one to decide how she was to be decorated tonight, so far. He knew that Azrael would alter anything that he didn't find quite to his liking later, but at the moment, Azrael was still busy with the Rogue Covenstead Master. They were doing something along the Lines of establishing dominance. So until Azrael had the time to finish with Robyn, he and Maria would be more than happy to get things moving.
Maria just laughed as Robyn moaned, shaking her head in a negative. She knew how much the girl hated the black leather hood, the one that Azrael had taken pains to see was fitted to her head, perfectly. It took all sight from her, left her feeling blinded and helpless. "Sure, and get the gag, we can always zip up her mouth, once we have the gag in place. She makes too much noise anyway." She forced a ball gag between Robyn's teeth, fastening it behind her head, before she pulled the black hood over Robyn's head, ignoring the plea filled eyes and she cut all sight from the girl. "There, now she is ready. Do we have any takers, or is it just you and me?" She looked at Torin, "I'd say you can have her, but what eases your wants also ground her out. And sorry love, but she hasn't earned you yet."
"It's okay," he grabbed her. "My Master is busy, my girl beyond my reach, I guess I'm just going to make do with what I have on hand."
"Torin." It was Azrael. "Take our slave down to the dungeon, chain her there and see that you use that wonderful little egg shaped toy, you found. Strap it to her and leave her hanging for a while. I will attend to her soon enough, but for now, I am really rather too pleased with the way life is playing out for me to stop and see to her now."
"Yes, Master." Torin squeezed Maria's hand winking playfully at her. "Hold that thought. Love." He turned and reached for the leash that they had let hang to fall between her Robyn's legs. "Come on, little slave, you heard your master. Get up, and best you, be very careful, I'll let you walk into walls if you don't follow exactly as I lead you."
Loki felt Amy press against him. "What is it, Amy?" He looked down into big, frightened, brown eyes.
"Please," she began to cry, as Loki pulled her close against him. "Don't make me go, please."
"Go where?" Loki didn't understand this girl, so far, no one had even looked at either her or Kyle, since Azrael's girl had left them to go and resume her play.
"The dungeon, please, don't make me go." She hid her face in his chest, for once, not caring that the man that held her was naked. She only knew that he had been kind, so far, and she was calling on that kindness to protect her now.
Loki frowned, looking up, seeking Azrael. * Wh-what is this, dungeon that you have mentioned. Amy fears it. *
Azrael looked up from where he was still, busy, with Cerberus. * It is my playroom downstairs. But your girl should not be worried. I do not think that she or your boy are, quite ready for that yet. Assure her that she is being afraid, for nothing. *
Loki opened his eyes. Meeting not only Amy's frightened brown ones, but the lost and confused bright green of Kyle's as well. "It's okay, really it's nothing, Azrael has a playroom downstairs, that he calls that. I can only suppose that since Robyn is as she is, and serves as his slave so readily, that it was named for her benefit." He smiled, brushing a tear from Amy's cheek. "And, no, you don't have to go tonight. Azrael has deemed neither of you ready to explore that part of your new life, and I happen to agree with him.
William looked up from where he sat with Zak. "If you want to join with the rest, go ahead. I'm still not quiet up to playing their games, so I can keep an eye on them." Since Zak had finally been able to discover what William's fears were, and remove them, he was much better and more open, but it still would take a little time.
Loki looked at Zak, this one he didn't know, or at least not well, but he was Azrael's Grand-Childe and if, he was willing to let his pet play baby-sitter, Loki would allow it. "You are not taking your boy with you when we go?"
Zak bowed his head briefly at Loki. "No, Elder. William is not mine, I do not own him. He was my friend and protector before I was ever reunited with my blood. He is my, Husband, and Chosen, and will one day be mine, as my Childe, but for now. He is free."
Now this was a twist. Loki had always treated his own precious ones as almost free, but he had to be sure that at the beginning, he had had to force himself to be almost hard with them. He would always spend the next several years, soothing his feelings by bending over backwards to see to their care, but he had always been the Master. "And how does your Grand-Sire feel about this?"
"Whether I see it as it is, or not, Azrael still considers him mine, and doesn't interfere with how I handle what he feels is my business, and my business alone."
Loki nodded. He could well see Azrael's point. So if the Childe chose to see his lover as an equal, so be it. "Then, William. If Azrael want's me with him, I will go. If you want to watch over my two, I would be thankful." He gathered Amy, closer, again as she began to cry, again, in fear. "But for now, I think I'm going to have to try convincing them of their safety, one more time."
Robyn hung from the ceiling, naked and spread, toes just brushing the floor. She moaned as she felt the press of hard plastic against over sensitive clit. "Not yet, Blue." Torin whispered into the side of the hood. "Maria doesn't know, but remember, Az and I, we found a way that I can ease myself on you, without letting you off. All I have to do, is not care if you like it or not. All I have to do is only want to, 'fuck', you." He dropped his pants to his knees as he moved behind her, reaching to turn the little egg shaped vibrator, that lay over her clit, on. "And slave, I'm gonna, 'fuck' you, dry." With almost brutal motions, he parted her cheeks, and filled her as his hand moved to press the vibrator hard against her.
The blinding, blazing pain was almost branding as she screamed, only to have it reduced to a muffle, cry. And following the burning, agony came, an exquisite orgasm. She sobbed mindlessly, body spasming as she rode the waves.
Torin almost lost consciousness as the waves of Robyn's orgasm washed over him, triggering his own. But unlike he was apt to do with his bonded lifemate, he didn't ground the energy out into her, but instead grounded it into the earth below as he came.
He pulled away, moving, without regard to Robyn, who hung there, still, spasming, in the waves of her orgasm. He quickly washed himself and fastened his pants.
She jumped, at his touch. "I'm going to go back to the others, but I thought I'd show you something that I know you don't know." He moved the little vibrator up, away from her, quivering clit, pressing the ring down, hard against her bone, as his hand, molested her. He lifted the draped blindfold, to smile in Robyn's eyes. "You say that there are things that just due to your sex, as a Mage, you can do, that I can't. That might very well be. But, there is at least one thing that I can, as not only a Healer, but by the fact that I am a man, that you won't be able." And he opened his powers to her, grounding them out into his brutally assailing fingers. He just laughed as she screamed at being thrown into an electrifying release. "Have fun, Blue. I know I am." He slipped the little vibrator back down over the now, over sensitized knob, grinning at her, sucking on one finger, as she began to shake again, as another followed the last. "Later, slave." And darkness engulfed her again. "Oh, and Robby, don't think that you can pass out on us, not this time. Azrael want's to see you earn your Gift. So you'll earn it. I'm making damn sure you do. He won't take me without you, and I have been waiting damn near a year for him to give me what I was promised." Power, though young and not yet fully trained, rose in Torin as he reached out and touched the side of her cheek. "I have to go. I stay and what you are going through is going to spoil all our plans."
Robyn hung there. Sobbing against her gag as her body was flooded, over and over, by mind numbing orgasms. Each time that Azrael and Tori took her like this, they always pushed her just that much closer to that point where pain was the only pleasure. Tonight, her greatest fear was going to be made fact. She would go there, and if possible, beyond.
Cerberus held Azrael, as the Elder was lost in his Chosen's pleasurable agonies. "Damn." He moaned, as all around the room, the other Kin echoed Azrael's response. Who ever this girl was, the one that drove her Lord so, she would one day, as Kin, be dangerous. Her will projected her desires and pleasures so strongly that there were many true Kin that lacked her strength. * Who is this girl? * Cerberus sought Michael, for Azrael was too lost to be touched.
* Robyn, She is proving to her Master, that she can earn the right to be given the Gift. * An overly amused mind touched his.
*Maybe, who, isn't the right word, what, is she? *
Michael just burst out laughing. Leaning his head against Eris's shoulder. * She is a Mage, Cerberus. And Torin's, lifebond, and empathic, as hell. *
*Well, if she shares a soul with that Healer Mage of Azrael's, I guess she would have to be. How is Eris holding up under this? * He had given up control to Azrael, but as now, the Elder had released him, losing himself, as he had, in his Chosen's joys, he resumed it.
* Lost in it, as well you know. How the hell did you end up with a husband that is so emotionally physical? *
*Where do you think he gets it from, Megel? Eris is my First-Born. We were like Gabriel and William, I was his lover first, and then risked making him my Childe. He never even had a real time as my Chosen. I was not even three hundred yet, and was still so afraid of the Lines, that I made him one night, when I wasn't thinking. I spent the first year, terrified that those that killed my Sire, were going to find me, and he would either be killed outright, or starve after they killed me. *
Michael looked down at Eris, who lay beneath him, eyes closed, drawn into the glory that Azrael was sharing with them all. He had not realized that this boy, was Cerberus's First-Born. * I knew he had your feel on him, but I thought that that was only because you both were lovers, are wedded. I didn't know he was your First-Born. *
*Don't feel bad, Megel, there are many in my own home that don't know it. My Brood, yes, but as I have said, not all in my home, are my Brood. *
*But, he doesn't carry your brand. I would have seen it, or would see it. *
*None of mine do. Oh I know that, now that I have linked myself with Azrael's Covenstead, specially, with Zeph courting his Chosen, that I will have to rectify that. But before now, I didn't see much need. I didn't know how to power my mark, and there was no reason to do it, if I could not seal it. *
Michael bent to kiss the lost Kin, gently. * Don't worry about it Cerberus, I can show you how. You might even feel a little foolish, I can't believe you haven't puzzled it out already. But if you mean what you say, and are willing to link with us, then Azrael will insist on adding his mark to yours. *
*I know. That is why I have accepted that I am going to have to take the time and mark mine. He, and all those he is connected to, will carry mine as well. I know, that I'm the last person in creation he's ever going to need to seek help from, but my Brood doesn't. And Azrael has agreed to let this happen, just to make my kids feel like they're, not being absorbed by another Master. *
*You do, know, one of the powers that Adept Mages have don't you? *
A brief, puzzled pause, * I'm sure they have many, but which one? *
*He is a soul Healer. How else do you think he could have ever gotten Loki to let him close enough to discover how badly his Sire had lied to him. Healing a, soul is almost akin to domination, but you only allow the one you are healing, a chance to see a probability. He offered you a chance to prove to yourself, that your fears were groundless, and when you did, he made it possible for the truth to touch your soul. *
Cerberus, who had always prided himself on the fact that he was never the one to relinquish control, just moaned, going deep into the heat that held Azrael's soul. If what Michael said was true, and Cerberus knew that only truth could be passed, mind to mind, he owed this man in his arms, his soul. He pulled his mouth against his throat, offering to bend, again. * Master. * Never, since his Sire Horus, had died, had he ever allowed any other Kin to come this close to him. Not even Eris, his lover, husband, and First-Born, had ever been here.
* No, Childe, enough. Feed from me. * Azrael broke free from what his Mageling was experiencing to first kiss the youth in his arms, before pulling his mouth and fangs to his throat. Radiating comfort and security, as the sobbing man drank. * This wound you still carry, it is too old, far to old for you to still carry it so fresh. You are not longer that Childe, you have grown, and you have prospered. Let it die. *
Michael held Eris as he was released from the flow. "Cerberus?" He tried to pull away, even as from the corner a frightened question.
"Father?" Zephyr pulled away from Morgan, moving to go to Cerberus.
"Zephyr, don't." Torin stood in the door, a hand extended. "Az is in the middle of healing your Sire, don't interrupt."
* Childe, * Azrael's mind touched Zephyr's. * Do you hear me? *
*Y-yes. * Zephyr stood frozen, trembling and unable to move.
*Then you know I speak the truth. Cerberus is well, he is better now than he has been in entirely too long. Go back, to Morgan, bond with her. Allow me to finish beginning the start of the healing I have instilled. *
Michael felt Eris begin to relax in his arms as Azrael's assurances to Zephyr had the same effect on Eris, and they did on the boy. "It's okay Eris. My Sire would no more hurt him, than I would your Sires First-Born."
Eris looked at him, partially in gratitude for his assurances, and partially in horrified shock that he knew who he was. "But, how?" No one other than those of Cerberus's blood knew he was his Sire. Cerberus had insisted, afraid to claim him, too dangerous if ever the Lines came again.
"So that is why he wouldn't claim you." Michael shook his head. "It must have hurt like hell to know that you were his, and couldn't acknowledge him." He lifted a hand to Eris's cheek, to caress it with its back. "It's over, no one is ever going to threaten any of you again. Not so long as both my, Sire and I live. Even if the day comes, that we are no longer linked. There, will never come a day that you will ever have anything to fear from us. Not unless you, go Renegade. And somehow, I just can't see that happening. Rare are the ones that go from Law to Lawless. I will personally block the pain his brand causes you as he marks you, his first and most loved of all his Fledglings." He pulled down, hard on Eris's head, pressing his mouth into the base of his throat, even as his fangs found purchase in Eris's.
Zephyr just lay there between both Morgan and Torin, too stunned by what he had, felt happen in the last hour, to do more than respond as they loved him. Eyes closed, as, the sweetness of these wonderful creatures of the Elders took him.
Morgan reached up from beneath him and pulled his head down to her throat, even as he entered her.
*Go on, Zephyr, I won't let you lose control. I'm strong enough to stop you, without there, being, force. * Torin joining Morgan in making love to this Fledgling. Waiting, only until he knew that Zephyr was not going to lose control, before laying his own control aside as well.
Would, there ever again be, such sweet blood? He shook with the blessed wonder of it. He could only bear its pure heat for just a few sips, before having to back away. She had given him, and her Master, had allowed him, her life's blood. He shifted, slightly to one side, never moving to break the connection that the three of them were sharing, and ripped at his wrist, severing the vein there, laying it over Morgan's mouth, even as he turned his head to kiss Torin.
Loki lay against Zak, as comforted by the younger Kin as the boy was by him. This Childe was his husbands Grand-Childe, was forever a part of him. And it was this Childe's mortal husband that had taken his two poor confused pets and placed them under his protection. "I hope William isn't having any problems with my two." He lay his head against Zak's shoulder. "They are still so very new, so hurt. I worry that he will never reach them." Loki muttered.
"Wait, Loki, you never know. My love, he can be very surprising when he wants to be." He brushed the hair from the Loki's cheek. "But for now, as both our husbands are busy, shall we enjoy our time together?" Soft lips, a promise of greater comfort. "Make love to me, Loki."
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