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Subject: {ASSM} Kindred Chapter 12    (slow, MF, viol, tragedy, vamp)
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Chapter 12: A Life well Lived?

I slept that night on a pad beside Mia and our baby. Francesca
seemed to be a good baby, or I was much more tired than I
thought. But I think it was the former, because I awoke at Mia's
whimpers during the night. In the morning, I helped one of the
maids bathe Mia with damp sponges. Mia seemed pleased with the
attention, and the maid tried to avoid noticing the times when
Mia's hand went wandering below my waist. 

After feeding mother, and mother feeding newborn, the estate
quickly became crowded with well-wishers and curious children. I
hadn't realized how many neighbors I'd acquired with the estate,
or apparently how out-going Mia and Kiro had been. The two women
seemed to know everyone by name, while I vaguely recognized a
face or two. I just tried to be a good host. 

Let me describe the new joy of my life. Francesca Zara was tiny,
perhaps the weight of a skinny cat, and about as long as a wharf
rat. Her skin was a little darker than her mothers, and she had a
great deal of dark hair on the top of her head. And when she
opened them, her eyes were black pools to lose oneself within.
She had the cutest little nose, and the dearest way of crinkling
her face when she yawned. I was in love.

Eventually things calmed down, and Kiro and Hiroko joined us for
supper while Francesca drowsed within her bassinette. We had just
finished when one of the maids entered the room. "Master Erlic,
Mistress Mialibao, a visitor calls. Mistress Nalita. She waits in
the sitting room."

I stood. "I'll bring her back here, my love. No need to disturb
Francesca."  Nalita entered the room shortly, followed by myself.
She moved to Mia and knelt beside her. I could see Mia was
startled when Nalita hugged her like a sister and kissed her
cheek lightly. "Congratulations, dear one."

Recovering her poise somewhat, Mia answered politely. "Thank you.
 Would you like to meet Francesca Zara?" 

"Francesca? What a lovely name!" Honestly, I thought Nalita would
clap with delight. "Yes, please!"

I moved to the bassinette and carefully lifted the babe from it.
When I touched her, her eyes opened and she moved her mouth
charmingly. This was the first time I'd held her without some
woman hovering over me to make certain I didn't drop her, and I
think she tried to give me a reassuring smile as I cradled her.
Kiro almost stood up, but I gave her a good-natured scowl, and
she sank back down with a grin.

I carried Francesca to Nalita and knelt between her and Mia.
"Nalita, meet our daughter, Francesca Zara Gustafson." Then I
placed her carefully in the arms of a woman I knew to be a
vampire, and that would always protect her. Green eyes met black,
and I thought I saw a smile touch both set of lips. Then Zara
(Francesca would prove difficult for many of her playmates to
pronounce, so by the time she was two, she was simply Zara) gave
one of her sweet yawns and smacked her lips. 

"She's beautiful. Very much like her mother." I saw Mia blush at
this praise, but I felt it was not undeserved. "Oh, I have a gift
for her." She drew a small package from a pouch at her waist. It
was simply wrapped, and I opened it quickly. It was an
exquisitely carved and painted rattle. And it looked very old to
my unpracticed eye. 

"It is one of the few things I have left from my childhood. I
hope Francesca finds as much joy in it as I did." I didn't doubt
for a minute the truth of Nalita's words. Very old indeed.

I gave it back to Nalita, so she could offer it to Zara. Zara
reached for it and gave another baby smile (yes, go ahead, tell
me it's gas. I know better) as she kicked in Nalita's arms. It
was the first of many gifts Zara would receive from her "Aunt"
Nalita.

Two weeks later Mia chased me out of the house, laughing that I
was constantly underfoot. "Go see Nalita, ask her to find a
project to keep you away for a few hours. Francesca needs to lay
in her bed for a change. I know you are nice to sleep on," she
gave me a wicked grin, "But I'd hate to see someone else get used
to it."

I just laughed and headed out the door. In a few minutes I was
knocking on Nalita's door. Kirsty opened it.

"Good morning, Kirsty. Is Mistress Nalita available?"

"Please enter, Master Erlic. I'll see if the Mistress can be
disturbed." She led me to the sitting room, and bade me wait. A
few minutes later she returned. "Mistress will be with you as
soon as she is able, but advises you may wish to take some
refreshment." She looked at me apologetically. "Mistress was
resting, and it takes her some time to wake and refresh. It might
be up to an hour." 

I nodded my understanding. "I'll wait. And I'll have some tea, if
I may."   

So I drank a pot of tea, and Kirsty checked on me often. I
suspected she was bored, until I remembered the day two weeks
ago, when she came in Nalita's bedroom. I laughed when I realized
she might be attracted to me.

At last, I heard the approaching footfalls of Nalita.  I stood as
she entered and she gave me a dazzling smile. "How nice to see
you, Erlic! To what do I owe the pleasure?" She kissed me lightly
as she said this.

"Mia was tired of having me underfoot," I answered with a grin.
"And I decided it was time to learn more of the covenant you
spoke of."

She looked at me carefully. "Are you certain? The covenant is
binding." 

"That's why I want to know more." 

Nalita nodded. "Follow me, then." I was unsurprised when she led
me to her bedchamber. I was surprised when she locked the door
behind us. "I don't want to be disturbed while we talk," she
explained.

"Alright, sit down." She began to pace. "The covenant is more
than a contract. It binds our souls together." I know my surprise
showed on my face. "What this means is that should I find myself
in danger, or even distress, something within you will compel you
to make all speed to my aid. But it isn't a one-sided coin. I
would know the same of you. It also means that you will do
whatever you must to protect me. Including keeping all my
secrets. When the covenant is sealed, you will find yourself
absolutely unable to betray me."

"The covenant is breakable, though. If I fail to renew it with
you within three moons, the bond will weaken to the point that,
if you have the will, you could free yourself. If I were to
physically abuse you, causing you great injury or extreme pain
for long periods, you might find the will to free yourself. If
another vampire, someone stronger then myself forced you to
accept the gift from him, that would transfer the covenant to
him." She smiled slightly. "I haven't seen a vampire older than
myself in centuries though." Somehow I knew she didn't mean older
in years.

"Are you willing to make this covenant with me Erlic? Will you
accept this gift from me?"

"I am, Nalita," I replied

She went to her desk and picked up a tiny silver dagger. She
approached me as I sat, and stood in front of me. As I watched,
she drew the blade across her wrist, and let the blood well up.
"Then take this gift, and be bound by the Covenant of Blood."

I looked at her wrist, then at her, and shook my head in refusal.
She looked disappointed for a moment, thinking I was refusing the
covenant. "I have shared the gift with you twice, Nalita. Neither
time did I drink from a wound you caused, and only in the most
extreme necessity will I drink from your wrist. Why do you ask it
of me in this most important of contracts?"

Her eyes widened as she realized what I was saying. I think I saw
moisture appear in her eyes before she turned away and picked up
a kerchief off her desk. She carefully wiped the blood from her
wrist, and I was surprised to see the wound had closed as I had
spoken. Then she turned to face me again. "I...I'd be pleased if
you took my gift as before, Erlic. I wasn't sure if you would
want to, though."

My answer was wordless. I slowly undressed her, letting my lips
roam across her torso, exploring and teasing her as I hadn't
before. Then I undressed, refusing her assistance. When I was
naked as well, I pressed her back on the edge of the bed. Her
legs hung over the side, and I kneeled between them. 

I kissed up her thighs and across her groomed pubis. Then I ran
my tongue along her naked sex. This time, I didn't settle for a
taste. I made love to her sex with my mouth and tongue. I
caressed her labia with the tip of my tongue. I stroked her clit
and sucked on her softly. I thrust my tongue inside her as I
pressed my face against her groin, and drove her over the edge
repeatedly. 

And then I kissed up her belly and diaphragm. My lips and mouth
teased and tortured her breasts and nipples. I kissed between her
breasts and up her throat. And when my lips found hers, I kissed
her slowly, lingeringly, lovingly. And I sank my shaft into her.
Nalita screamed in pleasure as I filled her, and bucked against
me as I began to slowly thrust inside her. Then I made slow
delightful love to her.

I ignored all of her demands and whimpers that I thrust faster. I
was determined to make this the most fantastic experience I
possibly could. And when her body told me she was at the edge,
when I knew the wait would only cause her distress, only then did
I bite her hard on the nipple and split the flesh to free her
gift. And as she screamed her agonized pleasure, and ripped the
juices from my loins with her frantic spasms, her blood coated my
tongue, and the only vision that filled my mind was my own face
as she gazed up at me.

And again her blood brought me back to life. And this time she
didn't sample the lubricant that leaked out. She took me in her
mouth and sucked me as far as she dared. She closed her fist upon
my staff and stroked me as she licked the head. She savored each
drop that escaped. And when I begged her to stop, that my
explosion approached, she simply took me comfortably in her mouth
and drove me insane. And when I filled her mouth, she swallowed
each eruption with obvious pleasure. 

I lay back on the bed with my head spinning and tried to catch my
breath. She lay across me, and I watched her lick her lips for
stray drops that may have escaped. "In case anyone else asks,
yes, what you fill me with does taste different then the clear
liquid at the start. The first has a sweetness, and the second is
more salty/bitter. But I think I like them both." I just looked
at her in amazement. She grinned and kissed my chin. "Now, come
bathe me."

In the bath we made love one more time, and again I filled her as
she fed. 


Nalita kept me nearby for the next four years. I made short
journeys fairly often, to Karacao, Gambi, and Philista. And once
a year I traveled to Shinta. But I was mostly home with my wife
and daughter, and I delighted in watching Zara grow. I had just
returned from Karacao with a load of nutmeg and cloves, and in my
cabin was a special surprise. Special because today was Zara's
fifth birthday. 

Mia had told me she planned to invite many of the children of our
friends to celebrate with Zara. I was looking forward to the
celebration as well. I took the surprise from my cabin and made
my way home. When I entered the estate, I was amazed to see
dozens of children playing games and generally enjoying
themselves. But one little girl caught my eye. Her night black
hair was almost shoulder length, and she had it styled in a fine
braid. The braid was tied with a silver chain that had been a
gift from her aunt. She wore eastern men's trousers that I knew
drove her mother to frustration. But as she tried to explain, you
can't climb trees in a kimono. But her blouse I knew was silk. A
tomboy she might have been, but she did like fine things as well.


Then she turned and saw me. "Poppa! Poppa!" And she dashed over
to me and leaped into my arms. She covered my face with kisses.
"Momma said you might not be home for my party. I'm so glad you
got home!" As she gazed into my face her black eyes sparkled with
delight, and I leaned over and kissed her button nose. Then
someone stepped out of the house proper. 

"Momma! Poppa's home! He made it to my party!"  

A smiling woman hurried to join us and embraced us both. "I see
that Francesca. Did you tell him how much we missed him?" 

Zara frowned a moment. "No, I hadn't gotten to that." Then she
turned to me. "Poppa, Momma and I have missed you very much. Did
you miss us, too?"

"Very much so, sweet Francesca. I thought about you both every
night, and told the goddess to watch over you and your momma." I
set her down. "Now, go play with your guests, and let me show
your momma how much I missed her."

Zara laughed. "He's going to kiss you lots, Momma!" Then she
dashed off to play.

Mia smiled and leaned against me. "Is she right, are you going to
kiss me lots?"

"Oh yes, for hours and hours!"

"Oh good!"

And we went into the house, and I showed her how much I had
missed her.

A few hours later, when the party had broken up and the other
children had returned home, Mia, Zara, and I sat down to supper.
They both pestered me with questions about my journey, and I
brought out the map I'd had a cartographer draw for me. Zara was
fascinated with the places I visited, and demanded I draw the
route I took for each one on the map. At this point, there were
half dozen courses drawn in different color inks across the map.
Mia made us put it up until supper was done, though.

When we were finished I was leaning against a pile of cushions
drinking tea when Zara settled on my lap and wrapped her arms
around my neck. "Poppa. It is my birthday, you know." She said
this in a very serious tone. 

"Yes. I know" I replied.

"Now I know you just got home, so I will understand if you
haven't had the opportunity."

"Opportunity for what?" I asked her strait-faced.

Mia sat across from us, and I knew by the sparkle in her eyes she
was having trouble not laughing aloud.

"Well, I just wondered if maybe, well..."

"Yes?"

"Didyoubringmeapresent?" This came out in a rush.

" A present, hmm? As a matter of fact, your momma and I discussed
this before I left. We decided a big girl of five could be
trusted with this."
Zara looked delighted but curious. "What is it, Poppa? What did
you bring me?"

Knowing I was pinned for the moment by a small child, Mia took up
a small bell and summoned one of the house slaves. I addressed
the young man. "In the master suite there is a package on the
floor. Bring it to me. Carefully."

The young man hurried to do as I bid, and returned in a few
moments. He set the package before me then bowed when Mia
dismissed him. Zara sat looking at the package excitedly. "You
may open it, Francesca," I said with a smile.

I could tell she wanted to tear the wrappings off it, but she
forced herself to be lady-like and decorous.
Then the package was open, and Francesca looked at the ugly
creature in the cage. "What is it, Poppa?"

"It's called a turtle. We thought about a puppy, but your momma
and I decided this was better. It can't move fast enough to get
too far away, thus you won't lose it. And it's also an
experiment. If you take care of the turtle, keep him fed and
happy, maybe next year, you can have another pet."  I suddenly
found myself buried under a very happy five year old being very
generous with her kisses.

Zara did take good care of her turtle, and it grew strong. What
surprised me was the night I called her inside for the night, and
saw the turtle scurrying (well, turtle-scurrying) after her. The
next year, she got a puppy. And a menagerie would follow for the
next eleven years.

After Zara's fifth birthday, Nalita decided it was time to expand
our contacts. I would now make much longer journeys, some as long
as four months.  I could have been gone longer, but Nalita became
depressed when I was gone too long.

After one of these long journeys, Nalita usually had me stop at
her home on the way to my own. There she would renew the
covenant, and I would relax as she satisfied her hunger. Then I
would go home and show Mia how much I had been thinking of her
while I was gone. Nalita and I were seldom truly intimate for the
first ten years of Zara's life.

But after Zara's eleventh birthday, a servant presented me with a
sealed envelope shortly after our fleet docked.

"Master Erlic, 
         Because I wish for a full accounting on the success of
your journey, I request that you attend me tomorrow at noon.
         Mistress Nalita 

I nodded to the messenger. "Tell Mistress Nalita I will be
honored to call upon her on the morrow. I shall be at home if she
needs to contact me before noon"

Then I made my way home. Normally, I was eager to see Mia because
the renewed covenant was working its magic on me. Today there was
no magic. I entered the estate and was immediately accosted by a
yellow lab and a ginger cat. When I reached down to greet them
both, something landed on my shoulder and a monkey chattered in
my ear as it began grooming my blond locks. The lovebirds sang
greetings at me, but the ferret just slunk past. The monkey
hopped off as I approached the door. Then the trainer of this
menagerie walked past the door and stopped abruptly. 

"Poppa! Welcome home!" Then I found myself crushed in the arms of
an eleven-year-old cutie and kissed on both cheeks. 

I hugged Zara tight. "Thank you, Francesca, it's good to be home.
Where were you off to this morning?"

"I was going to go have lunch with Aunt Nalita, then Teniko was
going to show me the puppies her dog had last night." Teniko was
the oldest daughter of Kiro and Hiroko. (Yes, Kiro did finally
realize he was the right one.) 

"Ahh, very nice. And no, no puppies," I said with a grin. 

Zara tried to look disappointed, but her black eyes twinkled at
me. "That's ok, I don't thing Gus would want another puppy
around, anyway."

"No, probably not. Now, where's momma?" 

"She's in the bath. I don't think she expected you home till late
this afternoon, so she's been trying to make herself more
beautiful. Waste of effort, I say"" I was going to speak up in
Mia's defense, but shut up as Zara continued. "How do you improve
on goddess given excellence? I wish I was as pretty as Momma."

"You are beautiful, Francesca. And when you are more mature,
you'll look at your momma and realize just how alike you really
are." She grinned and kissed me on the cheek again and then
dashed off with a wave.

I made my way to the master suite, and peeked inside the bath.
Mia was seated in the stone pool, facing the garden. I couldn't
tell, but it looked like she was dozing. When I entered our
bedroom, one of the servant girls saw me. "Oh, Master! Welcome
home! I'll go tell Mistress you are here!"

"No, wait."  I noticed she was carrying towels, cloth and Mia's
favorite soap. "You were going to bathe the Mistress?" 

"Aye, Master. I was just awaiting her call."

"Good. Lay everything on the bed. Then instruct the staff not to
disturb us unless Zara has an emergency." I'd once made the
mistake of telling the servants not to disturb us without any
exceptions, and they had found themselves in the unenviable
position of treating the arm Zara broke falling off the high wall
of a neighbor's estate. We had all learned from that experience.

When the maid left, I undressed and waited for Mia's call. I
didn't wait long. I tried to make myself sound like one of the
servant girls as I entered the bath, and knelt behind Mia. I took
the washcloth and got it wet, then coated it with the sweet soap
Mia preferred. When I began to wash her back and shoulders, she
sighed contentedly and leaned forward to allow better access.
After rinsing her, I took a small bucket and wet her hair. "Damn
it, Jiao, I wasn't going to wash that today. The Master will be
home this afternoon, and I was going to let him brush it for
me."

Instead of saying anything, I lathered my hands, and reached
around her, and began to wash her breasts.
"Jiao, don't try to distract me. I hate when I have to..." Then
she realized the hands caressing her weren't the soft palms of
her maid. She turned with a start, then kissed me delightedly.
"Beloved! You are home already!"

I slid into the pool beside her, and drew her into my arms.
"Indeed. And I think I'm glad." I grinned at her. 

Her hand slid down my chest and stomach, then reached lower. What
she found made her smile. "Ummhmm, I'd say you are glad. Sit on
the edge," she commanded. I scooted back and up obediently. When
I was sitting out of the water, she made her way to me. She lay
down along my legs and began to stroke my erection.  Then she ran
her tongue around it and slowly took it between her lips.

"Ohhhyesss!" I hissed softly. Mia looked up at me with a smile
and flicked her tongue against my shaft. I closed my eyes in
rapture. Then I felt her shift her body slightly, and felt her
sex press against the top of my foot. As she made love with her
mouth, she stroked herself against my ankle. It didn't take her
long to draw the treat from my loins.

We shifted places, and she sat on the pool edge. As I ran my
tongue up and down her labia, she moaned with delight. "Mmmmmmmm,
goddess, your touch is divine. Ooooohhh, do that again!" 

As I delighted in her squirms and moans, I felt her tiny feet
caress the tip of my staff. The teasing touches made me hard
again, and after she came from my ministrations, I stepped up to
the next shelf, and slid easily inside her. 

I kissed her passionately as she groaned with pleasure. I liked
this position. The water was warm, and covered us both as we
joined. The back of the pool held her against me, and I could
control the speed and depth of each stroke. I was able to keep my
lips locked on hers, or I could gaze into her eyes. I could look
down and see where we were joined, and I could caress her as I
slid in and out. Or I could caress and tease her breasts. I did
all of these things, until she wrapped her legs around my thighs
and locked me inside her quivering slit. And then I anointed her
womb with my joy.

Whoever designed this pool had brilliant. There was a constant
flow of fresh waters into the tub, which left the pool
delightfully clean within moments. And moments later, I was
lathering up Mia's long dark locks. I'd always loved the feel of
her lustrous hair in my hands, and thoroughly enjoyed caring for
it. And she loved having me bathe her. She would lean back
against me as I washed her torso, and murmur happily when I paid
generous attention to her breast and groin. Then she'd press her
breasts to my chest as I washed her back and bottom. And often, a
lovely bath together ended in equally delightful very long, slow
sensual massages that usually ended with us cuddled together
while we napped.

That was how we lay when Zara shook my shoulder lightly. "Wake
up, my sleepy parents."

I moaned and rolled over on my back, then quickly rolled back
against her mother. Although Zara often saw us nude, I didn't
feel it was proper to display myself so blatantly. Unfortunately,
Mia felt me move, and still half asleep, pressed her bottom
against me and wiggled suggestively. Zara's light snicker lifted
her form her sensual fog, though.

"Ummm, hello Francesca. Why did you wake me from this wonderful
dream?" 

"I left you alone for four hours, but I'm sorry, I'm hungry. And
you know Binto won't let me snack this close to supper. So unless
I drag you out of your warm bed, I starve." She grinned as she
said it, but a rumble from her stomach gave truth to her words. 

"Alright. Turn around and let me dress, then you can help me with
your mother. Do you want to do kimono or hair?" 

"I'll do the kimono. She's let me do her hair most days while you
were gone."

"Umm, hello, please don't talk about me like I'm not here." I
knew she was teasing, but I kissed her neck as I scooted out of
bed. Zara obediently turned away as I pulled on a pair of linen
trousers. I was surprised to see she was wearing her dark blue
kimono. "Weren't you wearing trousers when you left?"

She nodded. "Would you believe Aunt Nalita made me come home and
change before lunch? She said trousers were fine for a rough and
tumble day, but inappropriate for a lady's luncheon. For goodness
sake, I'm over at all of the other ladies' houses in trousers.
True, it's not usually for a fancy luncheon." She looked defiant
for a moment. "But Aunt Nalita didn't say it was a Luncheon when
she invited me. Usually its just the two of us, or sometimes one
or two of our friends."

During her tirade I got a significant point that Zara had
apparently overlooked. "So, you went to Aunt Nalita's for a fancy
luncheon with the other ladies from the area? What happened, did
you forget to eat?" I knew this was blatantly untrue. Zara was a
chowhound. But she was also so active she needed to be.

Mia looked over at Zara with a grin. She'd caught the point, too.


Zara looked embarrassed in being caught in her little deception.
"Ok, I'm not starving. But I am bored, it is suppertime, and I've
missed Poppa. Fair enough?"


"Fair enough," her mother answered. "Now go get my green kimono,
and toss your poppa my brush on the way." Zara almost skipped to
the dressing table and then to the wardrobe.

For as thick as her hair was, Mia's locks were easily tamed. I
had it brushed out almost immediately after Zara finished tying
the sash of her kimono. Then we went to supper and enjoyed a long
evening together.

The next day I made my way to Nalita's for our meeting. We talked
for a bit, and I asked her about the Luncheon. 

"Zara is growing up, Erlic. And you and Mia have done a marvelous
job of raising her. But let's be honest. Mia was not raised in
the social circle she finds herself implanted in. She's made a
magnificent effort to adjust, but there are times she feels
completely overwhelmed. I know, because she comes to me for help.
 I know the other ladies accept her, and I make sure she knows
this."

"But one day she asked me to help socialize Zara. So, a little at
a time, we put her in a social circumstance that she's unused to,
and let her observe. Normally Mia comes along, but we knew you'd
be home sometime yesterday, and she wanted to be home. Zara
usually catches on quickly, but a couple of times she's come to
me after and asked for help. And that is what Mia and I want her
to do. Question, learn, and adjust. And learn to separate the
pompous bitches from the compassionate and caring Ladies. She's
become very good at that, and at keeping her personal impressions
concealed when necessary. And both Mia and Zara have made some
very good new friends."

"Now, stop worrying about your wife and daughter. I need you to
worry about me instead."  And she led me back to her bedchamber.


This time she undressed me. She did it slowly, and let her
fingertips explore me as she did so. I know she was mentally
filing each spot that made me squirm for future torments, but she
didn't take any undue pleasure in my ordeal this time. Future
encounters would reveal she had an incredible memory.

At last I stood naked before her. She knelt and took me in her
hands, admiring me and caressing me. She quickly had me hard, and
she again took me between her lips. She was tentative in her
actions, but still enthusiastic. Her tongue would swirl around me
as she sucked softly. She would purse her lips around the tip as
her hand gently squeezed me. I always shivered when she used her
tongue to push my foreskin back. And I learned she truly relished
the taste of my desire. And I'd found I enjoyed kissing her even
if I could still taste myself in her mouth.

Then she allowed me to undress her. Much to my chagrin, she kept
her reactions hidden better than I. I did manage to learn a few
secrets that made her giggle, and a couple that made her sigh.
The ones that made her sigh, I re-used extensively. Then I had
her sit on the edge of the bed. I was going to have her lay back,
but she refused. "I want to watch," she admitted.

I considered this and adjusted my position a bit. This one wasn't
as comfortable, but it did allow her to see at least some of what
I did. I began by kissing her softly along her labia and around
her clit. Then I began a slow caress with my tongue. Every few
moments I would look up at her face and watch her reactions. She
was watching in fascination as I began, but soon her eyes were
closed and she was breathing faster. As I circled her clit with
my tongue, then lightly sucked upon it, I glanced up. By now, her
head was thrown back; she was leaning heavily on her arms, her
breath coming in tiny gasps. And when I bit her softly, her hands
clenched in my hair and she howled her pleasure.

She disentangled her fingers slowly, and then tipped my face up.
"Enough play. Fuck me, Erlic. Fuck me, and bite me, and make me
scream." I know I looked shocked. She had never said that word in
front of me.

Then she scooted back on the bed and spread her legs wantonly. I
climbed between them and set the head of my shaft at the entrance
to her tunnel. "Do it Erlic. Fuck me." I shocked myself. I drove
my shaft to the hilt with one violent stroke, and she screamed in
outraged joy. We didn't make love this time. We had animalistic
intercourse. I took her hard, driving my cock deep with each
stroke, and her pussy clenched and tried to trap me within her.
When I withdrew, I could feel the lips of her slit being pulled
out with my cock, and driven back with each drive to the depths.
Her pussy was so wet that each thrust seemed to spray her juices
against my pubes, but she gripped me like a fist. Her cries and
moans filled my ears, and she writhed beneath me, grinding her
clit against my cock whenever I slammed inside her. Then she
wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me down, trapping my
shaft inside the pulsating inferno of her sex.

That's when I bit her. Not her nipple this time. No. This time I
kissed her hard, and then bit her lip through. Her blood didn't
ooze and coat my tongue; it spurted and filled my mouth.  We came
together, thrashing on the bed and sharing inhuman sounds of
pleasure. And then we collapsed together. I don't remember any of
the visions from that day.

When we moved to the tub, I was extremely gentle. I kissed her
healed but still bruised lip softly, and washed her tenderly.
When she mounted me in the water, we made love, slowly. Even her
bite was affectionate, and she drank slowly, letting her mouth
fill instead of draining me. And her tongue caressed me teasingly
slow. Then we did something we seldom did anymore. We cuddled
against each other on the bed, and slept for a bit.


It was the summer of Zara's seventeenth year. The weather in the
region had been wetter than in any memory. Floods and storms had
hammered the interior of the islands, and my last trip had taken
an extra month because of numerous storms. The homecomings had
been marvelous. Zara was by now a beautiful young woman. Her hair
hung down to the middle of her back, and her black eyes gleamed
with laughter usually. Her lessons with Nalita had given her a
cultured and mature bearing, and her tutors had given her a
brilliance that matched Hiroko's.


But I had been home nearly ten days now, and the world was
turning foul. A pestilence had arisen. A horrifying disease that
filled the body with agonizing swellings and hideous blisters.
The only benefit was it killed quickly. But it spread with ease.
And it had made its way in to my home. First Jiao, then Binto had
perished. I'd carried their bodies to one of the many pyres
scattered around Nasai. 

Zara came to me first. "Poppa. Oh goddess, Poppa!" And she showed
me the first of the blood filled blisters on her shoulder. Then
she collapsed sobbing in my arms. "Poppa, I don't want to die!
Can't you do something? I know, we'll go on your ship. We'll go
far away. Oh Poppa!!"  Her weeping tore my heart apart. "I'm
afraid to die. Why can't I be brave like Giasao? She didn't cry,
not once." I wanted to ask when she'd seen Giasao, one of her
best friends, a girl a year younger than Zara. But now it didn't
matter.

That's when Mia came in. She sank down with us and wrapped her
arms around us both. And I saw with dread the blister behind her
ear.

Two days later, I was alone. I'd held them both when the pain
drove them to agonized weeping. I gave them drugged wines to help
them sleep. I'd bathed them when the blisters burst and left them
bloody and noisome. And that morning I'd carried them to one of
the ever-multiplying pyres.

And I had wept for the next three days. But I was done weeping.
It was time for more. So I lay in the pool and picked up the
dagger I'd first used in the forests n
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