0 comments/ 28771 views/ 1 favorites Heaven & Hell Part 3 By: TexasAngel28 Part Three: A Soul With a Purpose Neganda woke with a sense of dread filling his long dead heart and soul. He looked up just in time to see the sun beginning to peek over the horizon. He quickly stood, despite the protests from his body, and ran towards the house and inside just as the sun's light hit the front door. Two of his servants lay dead where they had fallen…how long ago? Neganda growled angrily and stalked up the stairs towards the room he shared with Catherine. He slammed open the door and stopped, a sense of dread filling his mind. The dress she'd picked out lay on the floor next to a small puddle of blood. The room was a wreck…she'd put up a fight against the angels that had come for her. Neganda dropped to his knees and that's when he saw the gold ring lying on the floor near the drying blood. It was the ring he'd given her just this past week. He picked up the small band and held it tightly in his hand even as he let out a howl of rage and pain. Tears intermingled with blood streamed down his face and hit the floor next to him. After a few moments, he slipped a chain off from around his neck and threaded it through the golden band. He returned the chain to his neck and stood. His boots clicked against the wooden floor as he walked into the wardrobe. He pulled out clothing he had not worn in almost one hundred years; black pants, black shirt tied at the throat and silver armor that covered his chest, shoulders, and arms. His long hair he pulled back and clasped at the nape of his neck with a black clip. He pulled out a gold-hilted sword and fastened it to his black belt. He pulled a crossbow and arrows out of a nearby trunk along with a dagger which he stuck in the top of his boot. Those who had come and done this to Catherine would pay with their lives. Before he was through with them, he'd have them begging for their deaths. Catherine opened her eyes aware that the sun had not yet risen. She pulled herself up with the help of the chains attached to her wrists. Her clothing had been removed and the bruises were now dark in color all over her body. Her left wing was damaged and she knew that in itself would take a long time to heal. It had been two days now…two days of violent beatings, of being sexually abused by her captors. But today, she knew, would be the worst of it all. Today, they would strap her to a long piece of thick timber and drag her through the streets as a reminder to those angels who dared think of disobeying the laws of their kind. She would then be set upon a makeshift rack, facing away from the people, and the leaders of each clan would have their turns in beating her or using her in plain view of those who had come to watch. This would go on until sundown when she would be returned to her cell…if she remained alive. Tomorrow morning she would be bathed, dressed, and taken to her father who lived on the top of Mount Angelos. He would decide her final sentencing, which could range from exile to death. Catherine shuttered as she thought of the day before her and once again prayed that Neganda would find her in time to save her. Neganda growled low in his throat and shook his head. He'd heard the tales in the taverns and even now he sat listening to one such tale though the man speaking had no way of knowing who Neganda was and what Catherine meant to him. "I heard the Archangel Renaldi personally saw to her punishment himself." Another man shook his head. "The child doesn't deserve such treatment. She is, after all, the Angelica. Renaldi should have been destroyed long ago for selling her to the slave traders. She's lucky she was found by the vampire we all hear about." "Lucky? She'll be lucky if she lives through tomorrow's activities. I heard from a guard that Renaldi beat her so badly and had her raped that it's a miracle she's still alive." Neganda felt himself grow even colder with the man's words and the growl sounded in his throat once more. The more quiet spoken man, the one who had voiced his concern over Catherine, heard the sound and turned, his eyes widening somewhat. Excusing himself from the conversation he turned and walked to Neganda. "You'd do well to find her quickly, old one, before she is further harmed." Neganda looked up at the man, the bloodlust evident in his now dark red eyes. "Calm yerself, milord. Come. I'll take you to where she is being held. I have no desire to see her taken into the streets come dawn and watch her be used by the males of her species." Neganda stood and followed the man out of the tavern. Once outside, the man shed his cape revealing black wings. "You're one of them," Neganda hissed quietly. The man shook his head. "Not one of them, Lord Neganda, but an angel, yes. Come. If you want to rescue her we must hurry." The angel took to the air and Neganda could do little more than follow behind him. They flew several miles before coming to a large castle. They set down just to the north of the castle and walked the rest of the way into the main grounds. The angel stopped and pointed to a barred window just before them. "That window goes into the room where she is being held. Go in, get her out and leave quickly. I will deal with the guards." Neganda shook his head slowly and dropped a hand on the angel's shoulder. "Nay. They have harmed that which is most dear to me. Take Catherine and return her to my homestead. No doubt you know where that is. Stay with her until I come there. Let her know I am soon behind you and that she is in no danger…not now…not ever again." The angel would have argued had he not seen the rage and hatred in Neganda's eyes. He nodded slowly and moved towards the window. Neganda closed his eyes and sniffed at the air around him. Growling, he found the scent from the room at the mansion and began to follow it. Catherine looked up from where she lay on the floor as she heard glass breaking. An angel with black wings dropped into the room through the shattered window. "Fear not, daughter of light, bride of darkness, for I have come on orders to see you to safety. The one you love will join you again soon." Catherine said nothing as the angel removed her bonds, took her in his arms and flew from the room with her. Using his own wings as a shield around her unclothed body, the angel flew towards Neganda's homestead. Landing outside the mansion, he carried her inside and up to her own chambers. Laying her on the bed, he walked into the washroom and gathered wet cloths and dry ones and returned to her side. He gently washed the blood from her body and tended to the wounds and bruises as best as he could. Catherine turned to look at him and he raised his eyes to hers. "I'm sorry I was not there to protect you," he said quietly. "They would have killed you had you been there, Nicolai," Catherine replied quietly. "As my brother they would have seen it as a failure on your part." Nicolai shook his head and then stood and grabbed a silk robe off the chair nearby, handing it to her. "Dress, sister. The one you love will be with us soon." Neganda followed the scent inside the mansion and up a flight of stairs until he reached a closed door. Roaring in anger, he kicked the door open, fangs bared, eyes red and filled with the bloodlust he now felt over what had been done to Catherine. Renaldi stood slowly and looked at the vampire in front of him, fear evident in his angelic features. "You sought to destroy all that I worked to save, angelic one. Now you will pay with your life." Neganda moved closer to Renaldi then pulled the crossbow from his back, loaded it and aimed it at the Archangel. "Any last words?" "Kill me and she dies," Renaldi said quietly. "Even if you've already taken her from this place, if you kill me, she will never be safe again." Neganda pulled back on the crossbow. "I'll take that chance. I will protect her whilst you burn in hell." Neganda let loose and the arrow flew across the room and sank into Renaldi's heart. With lightening speed, Neganda was upon him, his teeth sinking into the man's neck. Renaldi screamed at the pain of the teeth ripping into his flesh. Negand drank until Renaldi's heart was a beat away from stopping then he pulled away and let Renaldi drop to the floor. He grabbed the sword at his waist and held it above Renaldi. "Now, Archangel, you die." He drove the sword down quickly into Renaldi's chest, twisting it as he did so, then pulling it back out. Blood covered the floor and Neganda levitated off the ground just enough that the blood would not touch his boots. Sheathing the sword and retrieving the crossbow, Negand burst through the nearest window and headed back to the mansion before the sun could rise… Catherine lay on the bed sleeping, the white silk robe tied around her body, her damaged wing having been repaired by Nicolai. She felt Neganda touch her thoughts in her dreams… "Are you safe, my love?" "Aye, Neganda. I am safe. My brother has cared for me in your absence." "I am in his debt. Sleep, angel. I shall be there soon." Nicolai stood watch near the bed and saw the look of peace that passed over Catherine's face. Before he could react to it, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He did not start…he knew it was Neganda. "She will heal, Lord Neganda, but I believe she will need your blood for that to happen." Neganda nodded slowly. "Give me time with her and let me heal her then you and I must speak." Nicolai nodded and moved from the room, closing the door behind him. Negand stripped from the clothes he wore and moved towards the bed, lying next to Catherine and gathering her into his arms. He slowly moved his hands over her body, assessing the damage done to her. She opened her eyes slowly and looked up at him. "You're here," she said softly. Neganda nodded and leaned down to kiss her softly. Catherine brought a hand to his face, but her weakness overcame her and her hand fell away. "I'm sorry…my strength is not what it normally is." Neganda put a finger to her lips and shook his head. "Hush now, love. I will heal you. I promise." Catherine nodded and closed her eyes. Neganda used a finger nail to open his wrist then brought it to her mouth and held her head as she latched on and began to suck the life force from him. As she did this, Neganda leaned down, barring his teeth, and grazed them over the sensitive skin on her throat. She tilted her head and felt his teeth break the skin. All at once, Neganda saw everything they'd done to her and tears broke forth and fell down his face. As her body healed, she broke the hold on his wrist and Neganda swiped his tongue across her throat, closing the wound that was there. He then gathered her into his arms and she closed her eyes. Outside the sun peeked over the horizon and downstairs Nicolai stood watch over the two sleeping vampires in the upper part of the mansion… To be continued... Heaven & Hell Part 4 Catherine awoke as the sun left the sky and turned to find Neganda lying next to her, his arms still wrapped tightly around her body. He had, at some point during the day, pulled on a pair of black silk boxers then returned to their bed. The white silk robe Catherine had put on last night, still remained on her body, tied at the waist. She had no desire to wake Neganda and so she lay there, opening her mind to him, feeling his heartbeat begin to move and pulse in the same rhythm as her own. He opened his eyes and smiled softly at her. "Good evening, my angel," he said quietly, his hand brushing the side of her face. Had it only been three days since their ordeal had begun? It was hard to imagine. Nicolai had done an excellent job at tending her wounds. There were no scars and even the bruising had vanished as well. Catherine caught his hand and kissed the inside of it softly. "It's still quite early in the evening, love. The sun just did leave the sky. I wanted to watch you wake as you often watch me do the same." Neganda chuckled quietly but felt his blood begin to warm at her touch. His mind touched hers and he could envision the thoughts and feelings she had at that moment. He entwined his fingers in her long hair and pulled her to him, kissing her fully on the mouth, his tongue sliding into her inviting mouth. Her hands moved to his chest and brushed across him gently and down his sides. When the reached the waistband of his boxers, he growled softly and his mouth moved down her jaw line to the side of her throat. Her hands moved inside his boxers and encircled his hardness tightly. Neganda gasped at the feel of her hands and moved his own hands to the belt of her robe, untying it and pushing the white silken garment away from her ivory skin. He kissed a fiery trail down her neck to each breast, then further down across her flat stomach, He pushed her arms up and above her head. "Do not move, my love. I intend to show you just how much you were missed." Catherine closed her eyes and raised her hips as his mouth kissed against her inner thighs. She felt his fangs grazing the skin there and shivered. Never before had he done such a thing to her and she could hardly stand the anticipation of him doing so now. Neganda pushed her legs farther apart and slipped his hand down along her opening. As his mouth continued kissing against her inner thighs, he slid one finger inside of her wetness and heard her gasp in response. Slowly he added a second finger. Catherine moaned quietly, her hands clutching the sheet on either side of her head. Neganda slowly moved his now wet fingers in and out of her slowly, his thumb playing against her hardened clit as he did so. He felt the heat of her body, inside and out, and new her climax was close at hand. Her hips rose to meet each thrust of his fingers and he felt his teeth elongate and brush against the skin of her inner thigh. As she began to gasp in shorter breaths, he sank his teeth in her sensitive skin and her climax hit her with such force, Catherine completely bucked off the bed. Neganda stripped off his boxers and entered her in one thrust before her orgasm had completely finished. Catherine grabbed his arms tightly, her nails digging into his skin as he thrust into her hard and fast. He bent down and Catherine's mouth went to his neck at the same time his went to hers. His climax was as powerful as her first one had been. Her second one took her to a new edge and threatened to push her over into the darkness below. Neganda released his hold on her and whispered against her ear, "Come back to me, my love. Now is not your time…" Catherine opened her eyes slowly to find Neganda still poised over her, feeling the throbbing of his hardness still inside of her. Neganda gently withdrew and kissed her mouth softly. Catherine smiled and brushed a hand down the side of his face. "Allow me time to bathe and dress while you speak with Nicolai. I'll be down soon." Neganda smiled and nodded as he climbed from the bed and moved to the wardrobe. "Your brother needs his sleep. I hope we have not kept him awake too late into the evening." He pulled on black pants and a white Jacobite shirt, leaving the ties undone. He walked out of the wardrobe to find Catherine standing by the bed, completely undressed. He walked to her and brushed his hands down across her sensitive body. She shivered slightly and smiled up at him. "Go before we both wind up back in bed." Neganda chuckles quietly and turned, walking out of the room and out into the hall. He walked down the main stairs and into the sitting room where he found Nicolai reading a rather large, leather bound book. Hearing Neganda enter, Nicolai looked up and set the book aside. "You both slept well, I trust?" Neganda nodded and smiled. "Aye, we did. Thank you for keeping watch over us." "It is my job, Lord Neganda. You protect my sister and in return I shall give my loyalty to you." Neganda sat down across from the young angel and watched him for a moment. "Can you tell me why they did what they did to Catherine? I touched her mind last night and the things they inflicted upon her were horrendous." Nicolai sat back in the chair and nodded slowly. "They fear her, Neganda, because she is next in line to lead the realm. When she came into your possession, the angelics who stood for her were troubled and believed she would forget her rightful place, but her father sent soldiers after her, wanting her exiled for allowing herself to be taken by a vampire, especially one like you, one who is well known, one who rules over all those who wander the night." Neganda sighed softly. "Had she not been on sale at that slave auction, I'd have never found her. As it is, she has brought light into my world once more and I love her. I can not simply let her go." Nicolai nodded slowly. "That is my hope, Lord Neganda, that your love for her is so strong even the forces of heaven and hell will never be able to separate you from each other," Nicolai said quietly. "Everything she endured at the hands of Rinaldi, she endured knowing that you would come to her rescue. I know. I was inside her mind through it all." Neganda saw the pain in the young man's eyes and sighed softly. "Is she safe now, Nicolai?" Nicolai looked at Neganda sadly. "She will never be safe unless you truly bring her unto your world forever…" To be continued... Heaven & Hell Part 5 Part Five: Angels and Demons Nicolai when to bed after Catherine had come down stairs to meet with him. He'd seen how happy she looked with Neganda and he could not deny that happiness. He had kissed her on the cheek, bowed to Neganda then moved into the rooms upstairs from where they slept. Negand rose as Catherine entered the room and held his arms out to her. She stepped into his embrace, closing her eyes and breathing in his scent, loving to be so close to him. "You and Nicolai spoke then? Is everything all right?" Neganda sighed softly and sat down, pulling Catherine into his lap. "I wish it were, mon amour. I fear your brother will be in danger for helping me rescue you. I have put the decision before him, love. If he wants to remain with us, then he will be allowed to do so. I will bring him across into our world." Catherine looked into Neganda's eyes and frowned thoughtfully. "You haven't even done that with me," she said quietly. Neganda nodded slowly. That much was true. In order to complete the transformation, he had to drain her and allow her to feed from him on five separate occasions. They'd already done so four times, but he'd been waiting for her to make the decision. He sat her back on his lap some and cupped her face in his hands. "Is that what you want, Catherine? Do you truly want to be part of my world forever? You will be forever changed by this decision. Once it is done, it cannot be undone. Can you live with that, my love?" "What will happen to me?" Catherine asked quietly. Neganda sighed softly and stroked her cheekbone with his thumb softly. "Your divinity will be gone. You will not be able to communicate with your gods any longer. As a female you will lose your wings. Your skin will become pale and you will need blood to survive where as now you only take it when it comes from me. Once the transformation is complete you will need blood on a daily basis, sometimes more than once a day depending on your strength. You will continue to feed from me on occasion so that you continue to become stronger and more in tune with your vampire nature." Catherine nodded slowly and slid from Neganda's lap. She walked over to the window and glanced out at the moonlit sky. She sighed softly then nodded and turned to face him. "That is what I want. I want to know I will remain with you for eternity. Your love is a love the likes of which I have never known. Without you, I would surely die." From out in the hallway there came a soft sound. Neganda stood and looked out towards the hall to find Nicolai standing there, a serene yet sad look upon his features. Neganda walked over and took the young man by the arm drawing him towards him, embracing him gently. Catherine turned to see this and marveled at how gentle Neganda could be with those he loved. Finally, Neganda released Nicolai and ushered him towards the couch. "You made your decision, Nicolai?" Nicolai nodded slowly. "I did, Milord. To be separated from my sister again would destroy me. I want to remain with you both. For eternity." Neganda took a deep breath and nodded. "Catherine will not be strong enough to bring you across. I must do that. Does this bother you in anyway, Nicolai?" Nicolai shook his head. "Not in the least," he spoke quietly. Neganda nodded and beckoned Catherine to him. He did not want her to witness this. "Return to our chambers and wait until I send for you. Do this for me and for your brother, Catherine, and do not ask for a reason." Catherine looked at Nicolai then back to Neganda. She nodded slowly and turned, leaving the room, closing the door behind her as she did so. Negand sat down on the coffee table and faced Nicolai. "Your transformation will not be as difficult as her, Nicloai. It will only take one time for this to become permanent with you. Your wings will likely remain. Your divinity will be gone and you will not be able to communicate with your gods." "I have no wish to do so even now, Milord. Do what you must, only, bring me into this world so that I will never be apart from her…or you…again." Negand nodded and scooted forward. One hand moved around Nicolai's neck and tilted his head to the side. Nicolai closed his eyes and sat perfectly still. Neganda's other hand moved to his back, holding there tightly. He growled softly and felt his fangs move into his mouth. Dropping his head slowly, his fangs scraped across Nicolai's neck and Nicolai shuddered at the feel, one hand coming up to grip Neganda's arm. Neganda let him do so as his fangs slipped into the tender skin, feeling the blood flow into his mouth. It tasted sweet, pure, inviting. He locked his mouth around Nicolai's neck and drew him closer to his own body. Nicolai gasped at the quick pain, his fingers tight around Neganda's arm. He felt his heart begin to slow, the blood that continued to move from his body into Neganda's mouth. After a few more moments, Neganda drew back and lay Nicolai down on the black velvet couch. He knelt at the young man's side. He looked at him a moment then bit into his own wrist and held it to Nicolai's mouth. "You have to drink in order to live, Nicolai. Drink, my son, and come back to myself and Catherine forever." Nicolai could do nothing more than obey the voice of his creator. He opened his mouth and latched on to Neganda's wrist, feeling the blood fill his mouth then slide down the back of his throat. Neganda closed his eyes and pressed his wrist harder against the young man's mouth. His bloodlust rose another notch. He'd have to take Catherine quickly or else he would not be able to control what he felt. His mind touched hers briefly ordering her back to his side. Nicolai finally released Neganda's wrist and Neganda withdrew his wrist just as Catherine entered the room and walked to his side. Nicolai would sleep for a few hours at least. Neganda stood and grabbed Catherine's arm moving her to the other side of the room, trapping her body between his body and the wall. His hands moved across her chest to the back of her gown, unzipping it and allowing it to fall to the floor at her feet. She wore nothing beneath which just made the bloodlust within him rise another notch. She could feel his heat and she brushed a hand over his hardness. He growled and dipped his head, sinking his fangs into the side of her neck even as he grabbed both legs from beneath, lifting her onto his hardness, sinking deeply inside of her. Catherine gasped at the movement, her hands moving to his shoulders, her head tilting to the side allowing him more access to her neck. Neganda rode out his bloodlust for as long as he could with her, thrusting in and out of her with such force that, in the back of his mind, he was afraid of hurting her. When she climaxed he followed suit and released his hold on her neck. He held his wrist to her mouth and let her fangs slip into his skin. A second wave of pleasure ripped through his body and exploded inside of her as she drank from him deeply. They sank to the floor together, her legs still around him still. He lay back on the rug as she continued to drink from him. After a moment or two, she released her hold on him and closed her eyes. Neganda turned on his side, watching here carefully. A silver light surrounded her body as her wings began to disappear from sight. Her features turned pale and her hair became fiery red, more so than it already was, if that was possible. When she opened her eyes, the dark blue was brighter and more intense. Neganda leaned over and kissed her lips softly. "Welcome to my world, Catherine." Catherine smiled softly, seductively and returned his kiss. "Merci, mon amour." A gasp of breath caught their attention and they both turned as Nicolai woke. His pale skin seemed even more beautiful beneath the black hair, dark eyes and silky black wings as she stood slowly. Catherine smiled up at him and stood slowly, pulling the dress back up around her. Neganda zipped it for her and stood next to her. He stepped back from a moment and watched the two look each other over. Nicolai made the first move towards Catherine and stopped in front of her, his hand brushing softly down the side of her face. He leaned down and kissed her softly. From behind her, Neganda whispered softly. "Share his blood and his bond, Catherine. It is what will bind the three of us together from this day forth." Catherine reached for his arm, bringing his wrist to her mouth, sliding her fangs into the skin there. She closed her eyes, tasting the blood as it flooded her mouth. Nicolai looked over her shoulder at Neganda curiously. Neganda smiled and nodded. He reached out and pushed Catherine's hair away from her neck, tilting her head to the side. Nicloai understood now and dropped his head, his fangs slipping into the skin at her throat. Neganda felt complete as he watched his exchange. His beautiful children of the night would keep him company for eternity. They loved him…they loved each other. It was enough. There was time enough to figure out all else another night… To be continued... Heaven & Hell Part 6 (For Nicholas…my true inspiration.) Catherine contained to drink from Nicolai, tasting how sweet his blood was as it moved into her mouth and down her throat. But it did not hold the sweetness of Neganda's blood, though this did not matter. It was the blood of her brother, and that made it sweet. She kept his wrist at her mouth a moment longer, feeling Nicolai's fangs still at her throat. She sighed softly, pulling her fangs from his wrist, wrapping both arms around his waist. She whispered softly to him, " Nicolai. I am glad you wanted to remain with me and Neganda." Nicolai turned his eyes to her, Whispering softly in her mind [ I did not want to loose you again, my sister. I could not bear that thought]. Catherine smiled softly as Nicolai took his fangs from her neck, kissing the wound so it would heal over. He turned his head, and brought his lips to hers, kissing her softly. Catherine smiled softly under his kiss, brushing her hands slowly across his black wings, feeling that they were softer than before. His change must have done this. She whispered against his lips as the kissed, " Nicolai, your wings are softer… smoother.” He smiled against her lips " Yes, that is true. I could feel them change, as I changed on the inside, and out. Neganda's blood is strong, and powerful enough to cause these changes." He kissed her softly a moment longer, then sighed as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. Catherine sighed as he brought her closer, seeing Neganda smiling out from the corner of her eye. She could tell he was happy. Their bond would be strong, and their love would be even stronger. Neganda moved to stand behind Catherine, his hands on her arms, moving up and down slowly and softly against her silken skin. The dress she wore was sleeveless, the back of it tight and the front daringly cut quite low indeed. Neganda ran his fingers over the place where Nicolai had fed from her. Catherine closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side even though she remained in Nicolai’s embrace. Nicolai’s arms remained around her waist, holding her tightly against him, his eyes ever watchful as Neganda’s fangs slid into his mouth and brushed against Catherine’s neck ever so softly. Nicolai heard her sigh against his chest then watched in wonder as Neganda’s fangs slipped into her neck slowly. The blood flowed from Catherine’s neck into Neganda’s mouth and down his throat. Catherine gasped and Nicolai felt her grip on his waist tighten, pulling him closer to her. He was enthralled… watching Neganda take from her caused his own bloodlust to raise a notch. He slide one hand up her side to her arm then brought it to her mouth, kissing his wrist softly, his eyes changing from black to an orange-red in color. His fangs sank into her wrist and again she gasped. She had never been fed from by more than one at a time. The effect was intoxicating. Neganda opened his eyes and watched his new ‘son’ as Nicolai drank from Catherine, his need obviously rising quite high. Neganda moved one hand down Catherine’s side and slowly pushed the dress up along her thigh, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her leg then moving to her inner thigh. Nicolai heard and felt Catherine’s breathing pattern change. She pushed her wrist harder against his mouth. [Take what you need, Nicolai. I belong to you both now… just as we belong to him.] Nicolai growled softly in the back of his throat as his hand over hand moved up to her back, which was pressed against Neganda’s chest. Neganda felt his movements and moved back just a little though never releasing his hold on Catherine. Nicolai slowly unzipped the dress then moved his hand along the inside of the dress and up to her shoulder, pushing the gown away from her slowly. His other hand released her wrist as she held it to his mouth and slowly he pushed the gown down, letting it pool at her feet on the floor. Neganda smiled against her neck, his fingers now brushing higher against her inner thigh. Nicolai locked his gaze with his creator. Neganda touched Nicolai’s mind softly. [This is how it is for us, Nicolai. Do not deny what you are, what you feel, what you see or what you want. There are no boundaries here, young one. Even she has learned that.] Nicolai growled softly in her throat, his eyes now dark red, matching Neganda’s. He pulled Catherine’s wrist from his mouth just as Neganda drew back from her neck. Nicolai kept hold of her wrist and drew her up and around, her arm and his held tightly around her shoulders, both of them now facing Neganda, Nicolai pulling Catherine tightly against his own body, his free hand moving slowly down across her chest and her flat stomach. Neganda unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, letting it fall to the floor. Catherine moaned softly feeling Nicolai’s hand moving across her body softly and slowly. Her own hand moved behind her, rubbing gently against the hardness she felt beneath his tight pants. Nicolai gasped softly and growled again against her ear, kissing the side of her neck softly, but his gaze never left their creator. Neganda stripped off the black silk dress slacks and moved towards a chair sitting down in it, his eyes moving over Catherine and Nicolai both. He held a hand out to Catherine. Nicolai kissed against her ear softly then released her, pushing her towards Neganda. Catherine dropped her hand into Neganda’s as he pulled her into his lap, facing him, his hands going to the sides of her face, brushing there lightly then moving down along the sides of her neck then down to her arms. He looked past her a moment at Nicolai who had pulled off the black shirt and pants he wore and was watching them intently. Neganda again touched his thoughts. [No limits, Nicolai. No boundaries. We love whom we want, when we want, as often as we want. Do what you wish…do what you feel…] Nicolai stepped forward, just behind Catherine his hands resting on her shoulders. He hooked his foot around an ottoman and pulled it to him, sitting on it his hands moving up and down her back, his mouth softly kissing against the back of her neck. Neganda smiled softly. Catherine felt Nicolai’s hands on her back and Neganda's hands on her arms and closed her eyes, her own bloodlust now at a height she had never experienced before. She growled softly. “Please…” she pleaded softly. The intense pleasure she knew she wanted and could almost feel just through their hands caused an intense desire to ignite inside of her body. Immediately, she felt Nicolai’s hands at her waist, lifting her onto him, sliding inside of her wet, hot body at the same moment his fangs slid into her neck and his wrist went to her mouth. She slid her fangs into his wrist, her eyes locked on Neganda’s gaze. Neganda moved his hands from her waist up against her breasts, kneading them in his hands slowly, gently, then leaning forward to kiss each one in turn. As his mouth moved to her left breast, his fangs slid into the skin there just above her heart and one hand moved down her body between her legs, his thumb rubbing against her even as Nicolai moved in and out of her from behind. His other hand rested against Nicolai’s leg. Catherine’s hands went to he back of Neganda’s head, drawing him in closer, her body completely on fire now between his fingers and Nicolai’s hardness inside of her. Nicolai touched Catherine’s mind as he moved in and out of her slowly but not all that gently. [Feel what we are, lovely. Intense…loving…all powerful. You are more desirable than the goddess herself, Catherine…and we intend to make you feel that way forever.] Neganda nodded to himself hearing Nicolai’s thoughts in his head as well. [Nicolai speaks the truth, Catherine…. always.] Catherine moaned against Nicolai’s wrist as he moved harder inside of her. She felt herself reaching her own climax and when she came, it was so hard and intense; she stopped breathing even as his blood continued to flood into her mouth. She was very aware of his mouth at her neck and Neganda’s mouth at her breast. Neither of them released her even when Nicolai came hard and hot inside of her. Neganda’s fingers continued to move against her slowly, gently, bringing the fire inside of her to ignite once more. It was going to be a long and pleasurable night indeed… To be continued…just as soon as I get some much needed sleep. [Chuckles]