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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Kindred Chapter 12  ( slow, M/F, 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 been 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 near home. Home. I'd never see those forests again. Never see
the parents that had given me life and a chance for the happiness a
pestilence had taken from me. I held my arm under the water and dragged the
tip of the blade along my wrists and up my arm.  Then I did the same to the
other one. The blood in the water obscured my sight for a while, then it
cleared, and I remembered Nalita's gift. Or her curse. The wounds had
closed.



It would take longer, but I decided I'd do one arm, and hold it open with
the blade till I passed out. Then maybe I'd drown if the wound closed too
soon. It never occurred to me to open my throat instead.



I was sitting in the pool feeling drowsy and cool when the door burst open
and a raging Nalita dragged me from the water



"YOU INCONSIDERATE SON OF A WHORE!! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME?! YOU DON"T
THINK I WOULD HAVE DONE THIS FOR YOU IF YOU HAD ASKED?.



I was confused and dopey. What would she have done? Then her fangs tore open
my throat. And I knew one reason she was angry. I'd just filled the pool
with blood she craved. Then I relaxed. This way was better, anyway. She
would take me quickly, and I'd find my sweet Mia and Zara in the next world.
I could see Mia coming to me, to lead me to our new home. But she leaned
over to kiss me, and spoke: "I'm sorry, my beloved, but you can't come home
yet. You have many things to accomplish first. Forgive Nalita, she does as
the Goddess commands her."



Then liquid fire filled my mouth and Mia and I were torn asunder. Then pain
came. It was ten thousand times worse then the first taste of Nalita's
blood. Nalita's blood. I held the pulsing vein to my mouth and drank deeply.
I was starving. My lungs burned like I'd run thirty leagues at a sprint. My
mouth was parched like a desert dune. Then the blood was stripped away from
my mouth, and I opened my eyes and screamed my rage.

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