Redemption (Dawn of the Damned Book 1) (10 page)

“I was thinking to indulge a little tonight,” her brother began, turning to his guests. “Any of you for the taking?” Of course they all agreed. Who wouldn’t want to indulge, apart from her? She chose that very moment to excuse herself, knowing that what came next was something she wouldn’t want to witness, people gorging themselves in blood until they were heavily intoxicated, at times even ending up in orgies.

“I’ll follow with you, Aunt,” Raven quickly offered, not wishing to indulge with her father, as expected. It can be quite awkward, were one to reveal their darkest of secrets to their father, due to a loosened tongue from intoxication.

“Come on,” Anja then said with a smile, hooking her arm into her niece’s. “Let’s go watch that fantasy show you’ve been telling me about. The one with the mother of dragons.”

“No, you must read the books first,” her niece went to argue as they left the room together.

“Alright, if you insist. We could watch that other movie you were telling me about.”

“The Matrix? great!” Her niece had happily announced, before hastening her footsteps, dragging Anja with her, her anticipation to watch the said movie great.

Kjeld was oddly at ease as he hungrilly succkled off the human’s tits. The half-blood woman with him looked his way with longing, lifting her head off the same human’s thigh. She was bored and wished to fuck.

Kjeld pulled her hungrily into his arms, ignoring those around him as he sank his fangs on the willing half-blood’s neck, who coyed with wanton, rubbing her sex against his. She then turned to their host, who was watching over what must now seem as his boring meal of a human.

“Do you want me, governor?” Ejner moved with speed at her invitation, and soon he was sucking from the other side of her neck, while the half-blood between them writhed with passion.

Kjeld lifted her higher to drink from her breasts, while his ally moved lower on her, to find a supple thigh to suckle on.

Beside them, his brother was being fed on by his mate whom he was smitten with, while she rode him with great intensity, urging him to hold on, her past half-dozen climaxes clearly not enough.

Kjeld grit his teeth when his political ally ripped the woman from his hands, and in his mind there flew an image of her. Her whom he wished himself to forget with all his will, but couldn’t get her out of his mind.

He forced himself to break away, revert his eyes to the scene before him, as Ejner laid the more than willing Xiu on his black jack table, stomach down, and without warning sank his manhood deep in her, elicing a most excited scream from her, as his fangs followed to embed into her shoulders.

The humans were now feeling left out, and were crowding around him, rubbing themselves with wanton. He took one by hand, a heavily busted woman with the fleshiest bottom he’d ever seen, and pressed her milky breasts against Xiu. By the amount of blood she’d lost already, she needed to feed.

As he rose away, another male human dropped to his knees before him, sticking his cock in his mouth, and suckling away expertly, like only a truly well sucked man would know to, choking on it deeply, and even then not drawing away, wanting nothing than for him to spend himself inside him.

However Kjeld put the excellent sucker out of his misery and drew away, for he knew himself well. He’d never spend himself. He can never spend himself, unless when thinking of her.

Kjeld instead lifted up the disappointed boy, and lead him towards his half-brother, who was in desperate need of feeding, thanks to his mate.

Pendo was the kind of woman most Draugr men fantasise about, the kind that left you so satiated, that you remained limp and tired for days. The kind that gave all, and took all in return, and still left you wishing you could go on longer. Very few men had not fantasised about Mazu Mazoki’s daughter, Jon being the only one brave enough to go for her, despite her very much feared father who tortured beings as easily as he pissed.

Leaving his brother feeding on the more than willing human that was now having his cocked suck by a very blond skinny woman, Kjeld lay back and let the three other human’s left to work on him, as they competed on whom would finally make him come.

Kjeld shut his eyes then, and let himself find her by her scent, picturing her face before him. He pictured her riding him furiously now, as the human woman on him was, the other one sticking her full breast in his mouth.

He pictured how Anja’s eyes would open wider as her climax approached, as the woman on him let out telling pants that let him know that she was yet again close to coming on him.

“Oh Jesus!” The woman was calling, before she slipped off him, shoved away by another very horny woman, who could hardly wait to feel him inside her, that she let him slip into the wrong hole.

She seemed not to mind even then, calling onto the now pale human to come suck on her pussy as her tight ass rode Kjeld.

Kjeld kept his eyes closed, still thinking of no one else but Anja. He returned back to that image of her right before her satisfaction. That furrow on her forehead deepening, the aggressive tint in her eyes arising from her insecurities now glowed, and her dark-ringed eyes burned into his cold blue ones as her soft whimpers increased, and her muscles began spasming, And before he could think to stop himself, he finally came, those first few seconds so confused that he actually thought he was inside her, and he cradled the woman to himself lovingly, whispering her name in her ear, before moving to kiss her as the waves of pleasure rocked him.

When he finally recovered, he realised that it was never her, yet again. Luckily all had been busy, most especially her brother. His brother knew of his feelings for Anja, and his mate had long come to understand that each time he got a release, he muttered her name, for the three of them had indulged together for decades now.

Ejner however would be most angry, and rightly so, if he ever found out just how much he cared for her.
Obsessed about her,
Jon would argue.
Love her
, Pendo would argue with her mate. Pendo understood, for she too was a pure-blood. She understood that for pure-bloods, to love is to consume wholly, and keep pining for it when not consuming. Pure-bloods know nothing of restrain. And were Ejner not blinded by the fact that she’s his sister, and his wish to protect her, Kjeld mightn’t have been so scared to reveal his true feelings for Anja.

However Ejner was not only a pure-blood that could match his physical strength, but was also considerably older than him. To cross him would be fatal, so unless he wished to die, his true feelings for Anja would never see the light of day.

If you asked her then, she’d gladly admit that her brother only let the two gentlemen stay with him because he enjoyed their company, and their indulging on most nights, and not for political ties whatsoever.

However Anja was not about to play the role of a moral compass for her brother. Ejner had gone through too much to not be allowed this kind of relief. So she’d turned away, forced all thoughts of judgment from her mind, and instead concentrating on being a great hostess.

If she thought her darling niece would help her in the hostess duties after that first dinner, she was greatly mistaken. With all of the Draugr population assembled in the district, Raven was always spending the night at a party somewhere, most of them indulgent nights.

Anja had been most worried at first, knowing that half-bloods were often at great risk of malnourishment after just a night of indulging, because pure-bloods would gorge themselves with them, but she again reminded herself that Ejner was Governor. No one would harm his daughter unless they wished to die. Just as well, each time the driver brought Raven back home early the next morning, she didn’t look too badly for the wear.

Breakfast was a poorly attended meal, most arriving just as it was about to end, heavily hungover and grumpy, eyes glazed and flitty.

The census ended quickly, and thereafter about a half of the Draugr population left back to their lives, that being the only compulsory part of attendance.

However the rest remained on, most wishing to watch the trials and wanting to vote on any new regulations later, only a few having court cases and tribunals to report to.

After Ejner’s initial realisation that she could handle society just fine, he’d gone ahead and asked her to throw another dinner party. This time it was for the High Council members, though Jon and Pendo were of course invited, as was Xiu.

Luckily that night, there was no indulging, but she got to hear about the Gunnarsens. That which she’d so long feared to ask but wished to find out was finally confirmed. Lord and Lady Gunnarsen were in fact alive and well, and though she hadn’t personally met them, they had been at the census assembly. Now Anja understood why Raven had insisted that she was to remain by her side, and would so often change positions, wanting to show her that or the other, seeming impatient to be done with the whole ordeal and get back home. Raven had acted as much ill-at-ease as she had. Anja had attributed it to her hangover after the indulgence the previous night, but now she knew it arose from her need to protect her Aunt from her past.

How ill-fitting, that a child should wish to protect her aunt of twice her age.

But finally, the High Council did leave, and her home was hers again to relax in and unroll. Her brother noticed how greatly ill-at-ease she was, and suggested her going out to ride, to which she promptly accepted.

Her darling stallion was not to disappoint, but her blood still boiled, and she was in great need of expending. So in that moment she jumped off her horse, tied her dress just above her hips, kicked off her shoes, and took to running.

There was no telling exactly how long she ran. All she knew was that it was dark when she began, but now the sun was creeping up over the horizon when she finally slumped flat onto her back, completely wiped out.

And then for the first time in a while, since this craziness of the general assembly began, she laughed. She laughed so hard that she cried, staining her face and dinner dress.

She was later to find Lucky still grazing where she left him, and picking up her shoes, she jumped onto him and rode back to the stables.

She was very famished, her stomach growling with demand for food and more, as she made her way into the house.

That was when she heard them. Well, in all honesty, she smelled the blood before she heard them, and with it came the reminder of how hungry she was. She was partly glad, mainly because she’d finally face one of those situations she most dreaded, as well as glad that she wouldn’t have to ring up for her maid to feed her.

She walked into the study, the heavy scent of sex, blood and cigarettes filling the room, as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. In the second it took her eyes to adjust, the others then noticed that an intruder was with them.

Her brother’s eyes found hers, as he turned awkwardly, the half-blood on the table still sucking furiously at his cock, while Kjeld fucked her cunt. Jon was on the other end of the room in a more complicated three some with his Pendo and a very eager blond.

“Sister!” Her brother exclaimed, pulling his cock out of the possessive mouth, an apologetic look on his face. “I..”

“Please don’t apologise, Ejner,” she rushed to reassure him, reminding herself to be diplomatic about all this. If she wasn’t so emotionally broken, she wouldn’t be adverse to doing the same.

“I was only famished, and knew I might find a quick snack in here,” she then said, talking a few more steps inside.

“Take Marjorie!” Her brother suggested without hesitation, and the named girl quickly rushed her way, offering her already severely wounded neck.

“Your arm please,” Anja said to the girl, who looked momentarily hesitant, before lifting it her way.

“Please, don’t mind me,” is all Anja said, before she sank her fangs into Marjorie’s wrist. She was a heavy set woman, but it was clear she’d already lost too much blood, so Anja took from her only as much as she could manage, before carefully licking her wounds.

She then stepped back, but then changed her mind and proceeded to lick the girl other wounds which were still leaking, some of them in the most questionable places, until her wounds began to heel again.

“Get dressed, and go eat something rich in iron, like liver, and then rest yourself,” she kindly instructed the woman, who nodded before leaving obediently, clear instructions in her mind stopping her from turning back and begging to be fucked like most humans do when in the presence of Draugrs.

“I hope she wasn’t any of your favourites, her blood pressure was much too low,” Anja said apologetically to her brother, who was now being ridden by another human, leaving Kjeld to fully command the half-blood’s attentions.

“Not particularly at the moment,” Ejner told her, holding the eager woman off him as he spoke, causing the woman to squirm and plead for him. “She was too tired in any case,” he finished off.

“As do the rest appear, brother,” she counselled, before turning away. “Send them to rest soon, day is upon us,” were the last words she uttered before the door slid shut behind her.

The general assembly did finally come to its last day, blessedly. The only thing now left was the ball. It was voluntary, and luckily, her brother didn’t ask her to attend, of which she’s most glad for. Instead, she saw to prepare Raven for it, helping her find the perfect dress and the perfect accessories, for the perfect beauty that she was, in Anja’s eyes.

It was unclear on who doted on her more, her father or her aunt. Her happiness and well-being were something brother and sister would never argue about.

“I hope I should meet with Síle,” Raven was saying as Anja set her hair.

“Pray, tell me, who is Síle?”

“Don’t you know her? Only the most beautiful woman in the whole world! Her skin practically glows, and her head is of blazing red curls that greatly contrast with her burning green eyes..”

“Of house Brandon?” Anja asked, the description bringing to mind the said family.

“Not of house, Aedan’s true sister,  Síle Brandon.”

“And why should you be so interested in her?”

“Because..” her niece had answered, fidgeting with discomfort. “I just am.”

“A pure-blood?”

“Do you think me below her..?”

“Of course not, dear child!” Anja rushed to exclaim, turning her around so that her niece may see her eyes and know that what she was saying was true. “I think you the most beautiful and radiant of all, pure-blood or not. You can have whomever you want.” Raven now giggled happily, a blush showing up on her defined cheekbones.

“What do you think father would be most aversed to, the fact that she’s a woman, or that she’s a pure-blood?”

“Even if she were a human, and the most harmless of their kind, I still think your father would be against the idea, merely because he risks losing you as his little girl.”

“He’d never lose me!” The girl said resolutely, turning back to the mirror, letting her aunt work her hair. “I would just move my mate into the house, and continue living with father and you,” the delightful child went on to say, and Anja couldn’t find the heart to tell her that she could never live in a coven, and living with one that wasn’t blood family constituted a coven, and covens made Draugrs wilder. Why else would she of all Draugrs have managed to condone the bingeing that has been going on in her brother’s house this past month? And how much longer would it take, were their guests to stay on, before she would join in?

A knock sounded in the door right then before it was pushed open, and Anja turned to find Pendo looking dreadfully out of sorts.

“Pardon me,” she rushed on to say. “I wouldn’t have come, if I knew you were here,” she addressed Anja. The two of them have being playing a cat and mouse game this past month, finding themselves in each other’s company only when they must.

“Don’t worry about it,” Anja rushed to reassure her.

After watching her and Jon indulging, she’d yet reaffirmed to herself that she was definitely not the woman for Jon. He’d seemed so free, acting so wild and carefree, unburdened by her preachings of guilt, and when he’d seen her, his face had contracted with contrite and remorse, and his eyes darkened. Then she’d realised that the look she often mistook for empathy in the past, was actually the look of guilt he wore for that which he wished to do but knew he oughtn’t because of her. Yet another step she needed to take to farther let go of him.

“What can we help you with?” Anja prompted.

“It is most embarrassing- the shoes I bought for the ball, the most appropriate ones with me, are unfortunately a size larger,” she went on to say, stepping into the room, letting the door into Raven’s dressing room swing shut behind her.

“Could I be so bold as to borrow a pair from you?”

“Unfortunately, balls are not high on my list of events to attend, so I have none that could match. But Raven’s shoe racks are heavily overstocked, and if she doesn’t mind..”

“I don’t mind at all!” Raven rushed on to say. “But only if you are a size six. I do not wish to widen my shoes. They might be a tad too many, but I love them all dearly!” The two older women laughed at the girl’s passionate utterances.

“I assure you, my one foot is size five, and the other five and a half. I’ve never understood why my feet were so ill-fitted, but luckily, I shall not be deforming your shoes.”

“Perfect! My friends would never believe it were I to tell them that Pendo Mazoki herself borrowed my shoes!” Pendo laughed at this good-naturedly.

“Well, first it would do us well to find me the right shoes!”

“Very true! Which kind would you like?”

“I’m looking for slippers. Preferably silver, high and thinly heeled. Straps unnecessary but preferable.”

“I think I have about four pairs that fit your descriptions,” Anja’s niece said as her aunt placed the last pin in her hair. “Check the second row at the back, after the ankle boots, but before the pumps.”

Pendo now disappeared into the walk-in closet, leaving Raven and Anja alone as they discussed the makeup she was to wear.

“I’d go with the cherry lipstick instead of the red. You want it to stick out, remind all of your femininity, but not too much so as to make others thinks you’re a tad too forthcoming,” Pendo said as she reemerged with the shoes she’d picked out, which looked most becoming on her feet, under the exquisite burgundy ballroom dress she had on, the shoes matching the silver of her dainty necklace and earrings, the small diamond stones set in them almost hidden to obscurity. Almost.

The rich colour of her dress accentuated the warm coffee tone of her skin and the warm tones the rings in her eyes boasted, while greatly contrasting the silver of her accessories, making them stand out. It was no wonder that she’s a princess, for her father is most definitely the king of the south, as her father had once being the king of the North before the great tragedy and public airing of dirty family laundry that saw to it that Ejner’s surname was trudged through mud, and the Nordskov family fell off their pedestal, or as it was commonly referred, fell from grace to grass.

“You look beautiful,” Anja conceded, meeting the pure-blood’s eyes, watching as they widened with surprise, then slight embarrassment.

“Thank you,” she said hesitantly, finding it hard to meet her complimenter’s eyes, almost as though embarrassed, or guilty, maybe because of Jon.

“You two make a most handsome pair, and I want you to know that I wish you all the happiness in the world,” Anja surprised the princess further by adding, leaving her speechless.

“Thank you,” Pendo Mazoki finally managed, before rushing towards the door. “Thank you,” she said again, before the door swung shut after her, leaving her niece giggling.

“I think you bewildered the princess!” Raven then said, chuckling, as her eyes met her aunt’s.

“You are the only princess I know of, and I don’t see you bewildered!” Anja then joked, turning towards the make-up set before them.

“Now, let’s try this cherry shade she mentioned,” Anja continued to say, picking up the said lipstick.