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Realms Converge	By : Candice Category: +G through L > Legacy of Kain Views: 3562 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Legacy of Kain, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.Don't get to Nosgoth itself til chap 5

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Hi! Here it is folks, the last chapter of the story. Thank you, all of you, for reading and reviewing the story. With my editor, Ellara Levellan's, help I will still be doing some edits for the story. Fixing typos here and there.
I will be planning on taking a goodly chunk of this story and trying to re-work it into an original work. A Realms Converge Trilogy. So to that end I want to say again that I do not own the Legacy of Kain or it's characters or world.
Katrina, all of the Draconians and the various Clans on Gaia, the vampiric culture and social norms created for use on Gaia/Nosgoth, Nikolai, Alma and her sisters Tara and Victoria, the Path stones, Auron, 'Kindness', the Marks and Symbols (which may be later re-named to be latin Insigne {badge, emblem, distinction, mark, token, medal} or Sumbolus {token, SEAL, sign, mark, symbol, stamp} respectively)? These original characters and concepts are mine and I hope to one day share them and the world that I will create in Nosgoth's place with everyone one day in an Original Published Trilogy. Many things may remain the same, personality wise, background wise, but so much will have to change and I know that. It will be a major undertaking to do.
I have long adored the LOK series and even hope one day that we will get a true, respectful ending to Kain's and Raziel's story that will tie up all the loose ends nicely. The artists, designers, directors, animators, level designers, voice actors... all of them did amazing job creating a world that I have enjoyed playing in. A world that gave me the strength and desire to create this fanfiction. A world that made me realize that I could write and write well enough that I have the hope that I can publish my own work one day.
It's been a crazy honor having Kain stuck in my head pointing out flaws here and there when my writing starts to slip to more modern speech patterns that neither he nor Raziel would use. I imagine all Authors are a little bit crazy too, but then aren't we all? -wink-
Anyway.
After this I will be going back through my Mass Effect story to do edits and resume active work on that story while also working on modding this one to an original piece. Look out for updates or edits for ME: the Paths We Followed at least once a month.
Thank you again to everyone who has read my story, for the feedback and the kind reviews.
Love you all!
Chapter Sixty-three: Epilogue Part 3
The month of Kain's and Raziel's force sabbatical was... nerve wracking to put it mildly. There were no major issues in the Empire that drew me back to the Sanctuary, no, but there were several minor Wildling attacks on trade routes that were swiftly put down thanks to the growing number of those with Vampiric blood or those humans that had received proper military training. There was also an instance of a human bandit party trying to raid one of the smaller, yet budding, settlements a few miles away from the Human Citadel. That was swiftly dealt with when Habrian Whispered for my aid.
No, the nerve wracking part of that month came from the fact that the days dragged on in that thick, sluggish way that time can sometimes crawl. A slowness which is born from the fact that one is both eager for time to pass and yet dreading what may come at the end of all that waiting. I tried to keep myself busy whilst staying far enough away from the Retreat so as not to be sensed, and in turn unable to sense them, but close enough on hand that I could watch over the large building to ensure that the two males were not attacked whilst they were effectively trapped. I would often find myself sitting perched in the high trees that overlooked the Retreat, eyes watchful for any threat but mostly just watching the humans go about their lives during their own little impromptu vacation from working at the Retreat. When the month was finally over, a thrumming kind of trepidation filled me.
Not quite excitement.
Not quite fear.
I landed in front of the main doors and walked over. My hackles were raised and I my approach slowed to a wary, hunter's glide as I looked inside. Letting out a hum of noise, I tapped on the rune to disable the magics and then slashed my claw through it in order to destroy the runic stone. The same would be done to the others hidden about the Retreat. I sniffed at the air as I moved into the building proper and relaxed at the lack of blood-scent that would have signaled that there had been a recent fight. I could feel their Aura's, sedate and relaxed. Calmer than I'd felt from either of them for a while now. They were still here in the building somewhere but...
They weren't in any of the bedrooms or the libraries. They weren't in either dining hall nor in the solar, used mostly during those long nights, nor even the ballroom. Their scent filled the entire building but...
I could not find them.
"Odd," I muttered to myself as I looked around for them.
I did not wish to call out to them or Whisper them. If they were resti-
Tension filled me abruptly as the two Aura's shifted, filling the entire massive building with their presence like a heavy mist or fog. I swallowed roughly. My pulse had started to pound loudly in my ears, at my throat. They were... They... were...
Awake.
Aware.
Hungry.
Hunting...
Hunting me...!
A hissing breath escaped me as I glanced around the room that I was in warily, taking into account every possible exit available to me. The pressure grew to a fever pitch. Two Alpha predators on the hunt and forcing my own instincts closer and closer to that edge of flight over fight. When Kain's mind brushed my own, I actually had to bite down the startled cry that wanted to escape my throat.
~Do you trust me, my Katrina?~ he rumbled. That mental voice was dark, deadly.
Promising...
I swallowed a low whine.
~Yes,~ I responded, voice own emotions ran along the lines of wary but... honest and sincere.
Even if they were both upset with me, two Eldar's of untold power upset with me, I trusted them both.
~Put your wings away then My Little One. Do not use your Gifts,~ he purred. ~Just run...~
"Oh... fuck," I muttered as my eyes widened. I was willing but...
~First tell me if you two have talked things out...~ I said.
My mental voice was firm, if a little shaky. No, the big thing that gave away my nerves was the tremble shivering through my wings. The urge to bolt, to flee and fly far and fast was strong. There were two Eldar's somewhere in the area, both primed and eager for to hunt. Even my Alpha nature, strong as it was, did not want me to stay in one place for long. Flight instincts had all but won out...
~Ah, mine own. Shhh now,~ he purred into my mind. ~We have spoke at length and believe that the crux of the matter has been addressed satisfactorily for all involved.~
~Things are well between us Katrina,~ Raziel purred into my mind.
~Good... that's... good,~ I responded with a shudder and another dry swallow.
My foot slipped back a half-inch and the noise, while soft indeed, still sounded as loud as a battle horn in my ear. I'd stopped breathing at this point, but my heart yet beat loudly in my ears. A thrum of amusement flooded down along the Marks. Their hunger practically sang through me, down to my bones. A ragged gasp escaped me and I took another half-step backwards.
"Run for us Katrina," Raziel suddenly said from somewhere close by, his voice echoing in the ballroom in a way that prevented me from pinpointing his position. "Run."
A part of me wanted to stay and fight. To force down the flight instincts and see how I might fair against the two males. To play hound against hound rather than hounds against hare. The rest of me knew that I would last barely a second against them both in the state I was in. Their Aura's flared once more, pushing away all thought of challenge and I spun on my heels and bolted from the ballroom and down the narrow hallway. Feathers filled the air behind me as I bolted, adding a brief, blinding cover. We'd not truly played Hound and Hare since my return and I meant to make them work for it.
With the pair of them working in tandem so well, they almost had me pinned down when I reached the main foyer. Kain was blocking the main doors out of the Retreat whilst Raziel had blocked the doors to the left of the base of the stairs. There were other doors of course, but they had picked the best spots possible to prevent me from reaching said doors. Rather than flee back the way I came, I jumped upwards, grabbing the handrails of the stairs and flinging myself up to the second floor. The handrails broke from the force of my movements and I used the resulting chunks of wood as weapons, sending them flying at each of their heads as they lunged for me. I spun without seeing if the chunks hit their marks and darted down the hallway that lead deeper into the rooms of the second floor.
After a hundred years of living either here at the Retreat or at the Sanctuary, one memorized the layout of one's home quite thoroughly. But they knew the household just as well as I, if not better.
I used what I could to slip through their grasp again and again. We danced a wild, hunting dance throughout the massive building, many of the rooms being upended in my land-bound flight from them. Chairs, tables and beds being up-ended in their faces to slow them down just that second that I needed to get away. I was glad that they held themselves to the same rules that they had requested of me; No Flight. No Gifts. Heart-pounding minute after minute passed as I fled my Mates. My Hunters. But in the end my speed still proved to be the lesser...
Raziel managed to flush me out in Kain's direction and the silver-haired male's taloned hand closed about my wrist even as I tried to twist out of the way of the expected trap. He twisted me about rapidly and my breath left me in a rush as my stomach was pinned firmly against the balcony overlooking the ballroom. Talon-tips teased lightly around the pressure point that would force my wings out and a low, loud moan escaped my lips at the touch. When I had told him upon my return that said spot could be an erogenous zone, I had not been joking. It had taken careful lessons to for him to learn just the right amount of pressure to use.
He applied just the slightest amount of force, not enough to trigger the natural reaction that would result in pain and agony but enough that the nerves from the tips of my toes to the top of my skull sang with a sweeter kind of fire. A higher pitched cry escaped me at the touch and he pulled me back, wrapping an arm around my waist even as he moved to lean back against the wall closest to us. Raziel moved forward with a hunter's gait and kissed me deeply whilst Kain shifted me up enough so that he could lick and nibble around that one spot with abandon. It was almost, almost, as good a sensation as when Kain stroked lips and tongue over my folds and clit and I moaned into Raziel's mouth.
Whilst I was distracted so, Raziel lashed out with his sharp talons to cut into my leathers, stripping me of my top and pants. I growled at the loss of the clothing and then yipped when he leaned forward to nip at my breast. Their combined Aura's flooded over my mind once more and a strained keen of noise escaped my throat at the pressure. Even though it was Raziel who bore MY Mark, his power was still on parr with Kain's as a powerful Eldar. He nipped down along the line of my stomach and I arched into his touch, eager for more.
The next thing I knew, I was pinned once more against the railing of the balcony. A startled hiss escaped my lips when a large taloned hand thwacked hard over the cheeks of my ass. Another blow forced a yelp of almost pain from my lips. At the third blow I clenched my teeth and refused to make another sound, though my body still tried to writhe away from followup and rapid-fire strike. The blows, the thrice be damned spanking, halted after the fourth hit of taloned hand against bare flesh. Kain pressed himself along the line of my back as he pulled me up against him and I contained a keen at the feel of him. So hard beneath his leathers and against my skin. Fangs grazed over my throat where his Mark lay and I shivered at the touch. A soft gasp escaped my lips. His own lips brushed against my ear in a feather-light caress.
"I have a few questions for you Katrina, before I continue with any further punishment," he rumbled.
I shuddered at his no-nonsense tone, as if he were not pressed so eagerly against my flushed body, and licked my lips.
"What questions do you have for me, My General?" I asked in a soft tone, expecting and rightly so, that he would be asking about the contengencies that I had put in place during their 'sabbatical'. I did trap them after all. Had they been attacked...
"Did you set someone in place to watch over the Retreat?" he asked.
"I did," I answered.
"Who?"
"Myself," I responded in a firm tone. "I was not comfortable with the thought of leaving your safety up to the youths of our restored Empire."
A partially pleased rumble escaped him and I was rewarded with a gentle yet firm kiss along that pressure point, fangs lightly scraping the skin. A shudder ran through me and I let out another low groan of noise.
"Were there any complications that arose whilst you were standing guard and if so how did you handle them mine own? Especially given the fact that you were nearby and not at the Sanctuary?" he rumbled questioningly.
"A few minor Wildling attacks along the trade routes of which Habrian and Raul were able to put down with ease," I groaned softly. I swallowed and continued to make the report. "And one human bandit raid that Raziel's three eldest were able to deal with without problem. They did not need me on hand and their reports were acceptable. No lasting injuries to Human, Half-blood or Vampire."
"Good," he said and another fanged kiss was my reward. "Any political concerns or problems with the humans in the Citadel?"
"None," I said with a low and pleased sigh of sound.
I shifted against him unconsciously, seeking to push harder against his groin in an attempt to feel more. Fangs sank warningly into the back of my neck and I let out a hiss of breath as I forced myself to still those unconscious, seeking movements. He pulled his fangs free and lapped at the healing wound. His breath tickled over my ear a moment later.
"You took a large risk when you trapped us here so," he growled softly against my skin. "What would you have done if we were attacked?"
"T-the wards were set to a trigger word," I murmured softly, glancing back at him as much as I could pinned as I was. "Pre-tested to insure that it would work properly. The wards would have also fallen in an instant had such an attack happened. No one would have been able to see me either. I had my Gift up as I kept watch over your Retreat."
"Ah.. wise my Queen," he said with a low chuckle. "Still... You played a dangerous game Mine Own."
"I am well aware," I said softly, my spine stiffening some with the resolution that I had done the right thing regardless of the potential dangers in pulling things off the way I had.
"Good," he pulled back and another blow landed against my rear and the tips of his talons clipped my lower back as I jerked away from the blow.
I yipped in pain. Small wounds opened and spilled little beads of fresh blood over my skin before they could heal over. His hand passed soothingly over where the cuts had been, but the touch was a brief and fleeting thing that lasted only for a moment before his hand smacked hard once more over the cheeks of my ass. I felt a flush started to spread over my cheeks when Raziel abruptly let out a low growl from behind us, reminding me that he was there. I'd briefly forgotten about his presence, my focus narrowing down on Kain and his Aura pulsing so around me. The realization that he was watching Kain and I sent both a thrill of excitement through me as well as a wild flash of embarrassment.
Being spanked like a recalcitrant Childe in front of my other Marked Mate was so... so... Another yelp was forced from my throat at the next firm blow and my thoughts scattered to the wind.
Kain pulled me against his body once more and he turned so that he could lean against the sturdy railing instead, his arms like tight bands of steel around my waist and arms. I was thoroughly pinned... Raziel moved towards us, a hungry and lust-filled look in his gaze. He reached out to trail the tips of his talons over my skin, paying particular attention to the areas where my skin was flushed red with my embarrassment. When a dark smile curled his lips upwards, I reflexively started to bare my fangs at him to make plain my annoyance. Kain's fangs abruptly sank deep into my throat however in a slow, oh so slow feeding that once more scatter any thought of upset. I arched backwards against the taller male with a low groan of pleasure. A ragged, strangled gasp escaped my lips a second later and I shifted my head to look down. Raziel had dropped to one knee in front of me and his mouth had closed immediately around my clit, warm and wet. His tongue worked skillfully over that sensitive nub of flesh, stroking the fires of desire within me higher and higher still. All sense of embarrassment from the earlier spanking fell to the wayside, forgotten beneath that deft touch and Kain's feeding, as they both forced me closer and closer toward that sweet peak of release...
And then the gods-be-damned bastards stopped right before I could reach that peak!
I roared my frustration and bucked wildly in Kain's arms. My legs lashed out swiftly in order to catch Raziel and try to force his mouth back down against my hot skin. Whilst I was able to catch him with my legs, his strength more than outmatched my own and he blew a teasing breath over my hyper-sensitive flesh rather than re-apply that sweet-suckling pressure. I snarled, enraged by his teasing. He merely let out a low and hungry sounding growl in response to my obvious upset. Kain kept me firmly pinned against his chest as I struggled. His fangs slid free of my throat and his lips brushed lightly over my ear. He laughed low and deep at my resultant, near petulant, growl. Kain's chest vibrated with rumbling laughter against my back and I roared again when Raziel blew another cooling breath over my heated skin.
"Damnit all! The hell did you stop for?!" I asked demandingly, my voice cutting off in a low whine.
"You know why, Mine Own," Kain purred in a low voice, fangs brushing against my ear as he spoke. His thruming purr rumbling pleasantly against my back.
A high whine of frustration escaped me when Raziel forced my legs wide and away from his neck, easily freeing himself from the leg-lock that I'd had him in. He stood and moved against me, rubbing his leather covered length against me with a firm pressure. His gaze held a tinge of blue-white power and his smile was a predator's fierce baring of fangs. Catching my legs firmly in his grasp once more, he forced them upwards so that my toes were almost pointed straight up towards the ceiling. I let out a frustrated and strained hiss at being held so. No mount of squirming would get me free from their firm grasp. Another, higher, sound escaped me when he shifted me enough so that he held my ankles pinned together in one hand and pressed firmly against his right shoulder whilst he freed his length from the confines of his leathers. He rubbed that hard shaft against my bared ass and I tried to shift into that touch with a groan.
A vial of the lube that I had brought with me was pulled free from one of his belt pouches and the lid was opened even as he continued to grind against me. I twisted about as much as I was able to, trying to watch his movements as he poured some of the lube into his hand, but the angle was poor. The vial was carefully balanced on the railing next to Kain a moment later and his hand ducked back out of my sight. No matter how much I tried shift about, all I could do was listen to him. Listen to the slick, wet sounds of his hand moving... coating his shaft with said lube. I shivered and trembled in response to that sound. I was eager, and wary, with regards to what they were planning to do to me now that they had caught me so thoroughly. I shuddered again and let out a low and eager keen when the backs of slicked talons brushed over my folds in a teasing touch.
Raziel and Kain let out dual chuckles of hungry amusement. Raziel shifted me just enough so that he could push his now slicked and magically shielded talon against my rear passage and I tensed briefly. The angle was not an ideal one for me when it came to such activities, not with my legs held pointed upwards and my body bent like a 'V' but... I took a slow breath in through my nose and forced myself to relax. It might be interesting to try out such an angle and if it did not work out, I could trust them to stop. Raziel waited for a few moments more after I had relaxed, the narrow and magically blunted point of that thick talon just teasing at the puckered opening. When I abruptly tried to buck into that touch, to force him to continue, he chuckled and began to ease the tip of his talon inside.
I hissed low in pain and pleasure, arching the scant few inches that I could as that thick talon slowly pushed into my rear. Raziel's movements were slow and carefully calculated as he made sure that I would be fully opened for him, fully prepared for his length, but there was always the brief sting of muscles being stretched further than they should be allowed whenever there was anal play involved. He pulled back enough to gather up more lube and then reapplied that stretching pressure. My head fall backwards and a deeper moan escaped my lips. Kain rumbled softly, hungrily, and started to tease at that pressure point once more. He nuzzled at the area carefully, skillfully. Whilst it had taken more than a few mishaps to learn just the right amount of force to use against the area, he had spent the past century carefully re-learning my body and just how to use this spot in a way that practically made me melt.
Another low moan escaped my lips as Kain's fangs lightly brushed over sensitive skin. I bucked again, my body aching with the urge to writhe about. His arms remained like steel bands around my chest and waist to hold me still however and he easily held me in place so that he could safely tease the sensitive spot that he was attacking. Pinned so as I was between them, I could barely move. Ah... but it felt so damned good, even though I knew that their teasing, gentle, stoking touches could last for hours before they might actually lay claim to me in full. Raziel's talon sank in past the first knuckle and a pleasure-pained wail escaped my lips as the breaching pressure increased. My body twitched in their arms, a string wound too tight. Kain shifted me lower and then sank his fangs into my throat in a slow feeding as Raziel's talon slid deeper still. I tried to shift about, tried to move in a way that would apply just a little friction to sensitive area. So close, so very close. I just needed a little more stimulation and...!
Another frustrated snarl escaped me when Raziel pulled his talon free and Kain stopped feeding. I let out a low hiss of anger and then yelped when Raziel's hand smacked against the cheeks of my ass in a reprimanding blow. I felt my cheeks flush as I pinned him with a glare. He smiled, a fanged and unrepentant grin. He shifted enough to push the head of that hard shaft against my soaked slit and laughed with I let out a low moan.
"So eager," he purred in a dark tone. "You want it deep, don't you My Lady? You want me buried inside you Katrina...?"
"God... damned...tease!" I bit out with a gasp. "You know damn well... what I want! Fill me, you son of aah... ahhhh!"
A screaming wail escaped me as the head of his length moved abruptly away from my slick slit and pushed deep into my stretched rear passage instead. He leaned forward with a rumbling groan and nipped at my lower lip.
"As you wish Katrina," he purred against my mouth.
He shifted back with a low groan, taloned hands clenching and unclenching around my legs where he held me pinned as he slipped an inch or so out of me. He drove forward again, hard and swift. Another cry was forced past my lips at the movement and I clenched tight around him. Kain's rumbling purr against my back grew louder still as Raziel began to take my ass at a near-brutal pace. I tried to writhe, tried to buck up to meet those piercing thrusts, but they continued to deny me even that small amount of movement. I fell limp in their arms minutes later with a keening moan when I had finally exhausted my strength. All I could do was take it, to take that length deep as Raziel forged closer and closer to his own release. Their own movements and touches and nipping kisses were carefully designed to keep me at the cusp of my own without allowing me to fall over that sweet edge and it... was driving me... mad!
"Ah..! Fuck...! More! Damn you both! More!" I roared in a nigh-desperate tone. I was making demands, not begging... but it was a damned close thing.
Kain laughed, low and loud in my ear. Raziel bared his fanged and threw his head back, his wings fanning out wide above us in a mantling display as his thrusts abruptly grew wild and uncontrolled. A bellowing roar escaped his own throat as he gave one final, vicious thrust into my rear passage and a flood of cold-fire seed filled me in heavy spurts. My head fell back against Kain's shoulder and the sensation of Raziel filling me started to drive me over that edge. A soft yet high pitched keening cry escaping my lips... and then Kain's hand closed painfully tight around one of my breasts. He forced me back from that edge of release just as I started to fall with a vicious and cold kind of sadistic cruelty.
"Fucking whoresonnnnnnssss... sah! Ngh! Kaiiinnn... ngh!" I shouted, my voice breaking off into a high-pitched, stuttering whimper as Raziel started to slide free from my clasping hole. "Don't stop. Don't stop! Damn you, you fucking bastard! Don't you dare fucking stop!"
Raziel laughed low, voice tinged with his satiation as he shifted my legs down and outwards in a way that would keep me from rubbing them together to find my own satisfaction via friction. I roared again, my frustration with them both echoing loudly throughout the building. Kain shifted me up a bit, one arm still a tight band around my arms and chest, and he reached to dip one talon into the wide opening of the vial of lube balanced upon the railing. I shifted to glare at him over my shoulder, knowing that my eyes were white with vampiric power and he smiled a dark, lustful grin that was all beautifully vicious fang. The tip of his talon tap-tapped at the glass and my eyes darted down, attention caught by the noise. I tensed, body clenching with the desperate ache to be filled as I realized that he was moving his talon about within the vial... as if it were my own body he was teasing instead of inanimate glass. Gods be damned tease! Another desperate little keen tried to escape me and I bit into my lower lip to contain most of the sound.
Ah, but this was the worst sort of torture... the sweetest of torments... and I knew that I'd not last much longer under such a skilled assault... and the grin that curled Kain's lips upwards said that he knew it too.
"You want to be filled, do you? My sweet Empress," he purred as he leaned to trail his tongue along my neck and over his Mark. Tap-tap-tap went his talon against the glass. Squelch-squelch went the lube. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering half-shut. "You wish for the pleasure of completion? You wish to be speared and spread open upon me, wanton as any Night Lady? Tell me mine own, do you need...?"
"Nngh," I groaned and tried to nip at him but the way I was held prevented my fangs from reaching his flesh. "You know what I want, you bastard... give it to me..."
I was still trying to give orders... still trying to hold off the desire to simply give in and beg for more... His lips curled upwards in a cold and hungry grin. He glanced at Raziel. Magic coiled about my legs, holding them where the dark-haired male had positioned them. Raziel shifted closer, hands hovering just over my skin as they slid downwards. His hands bypassed my mound and moved instead lower still so that he could undo the lacings of Kain's leathers. The sound of the leather lacings being pulled free of their eyelets made me hiss with frustrated, long denied desire and I tried to bite at Kain once again. He tucked his head down against my neck, a rumbling laugh escaping him.
Tap-tap-tap went the talon as Raziel shifted Kain's freed length with gentle care so that it could brush against my slickened folds. The teasing touch sent a violent shudder through my body.
"DAMN IT KAIN!" I roared, my voice ending in a near-begging whine.
"You know what you need to say my Dear Katrina," he purred against my skin, lips teasing the flesh of my neck as he spoke. His hand moved away from the vial, the lube dripping lewdly from his talon. "You know what I wish to hear... say it mine own."
His arm moved teasingly back around my body, trailing a line of lube over my skin as he reached around me in order to take his length into his own hand. Raziel moved back a few inches, hands trailing oh-so-lightly over my inner thighs, watching us with yet hungry eyes. Kain started to stroke himself and wet, slick sounds filled the air with each pump of his hand. I cried out again in frustration. In need. Attempts to buck against his forearm failed as he kept his arm angled just so in order to prevent his arm from touching my heated, hungry skin.
"Take me please! Kain!" I said, voice half-pleading, half-command.
A dark laugh escaped Kain as he nuzzled my ear. His hand shifted away from his length and then he moved to cup my thighs in both hands. Raziel backed away several paces with a small smirk upon his lips. He shifted me so that his length ran along the line of my slit briefly and then he pulled back...
And he dropped me, magic and hands falling away from my body in an instant.
I yelped, a frustrated and shocked noise and managed, just barely, to twist about as I fell so that I landed roughly on my hands and one knee. A position that made it seem as if I had knelt in front of him in genuflection. I raised my head slowly, glaring up at him through my tussled hair. Baring my fangs, I let out a low hiss that simply made his grin widen further. He remained against the railing, arms held out at a casual distance, length standing proud and slick practically in front of my face. His talon tips twitched in a come hither gesture and I growled at the movement.
"If you want it mine own," he purred in a lust-filled tone, "then come and claim it."
Smug bastard-born son of a bitch... I thought in angry, lust-filled frustration as I jerked up and forward.
My movements were that of a partial lunge, one foot coming up high enough that I could rest it upon the railing itself, my other leg digging in against his side, one hand tangling roughly in his silvered hair and the other digging claws into the back of his neck. I slammed my lips against his own and ground my lower body against his roughly. A growling groan escaped him as he returned my violent kiss, our tongue briefly catching across each others fangs and filling our mouths with our combined vitae. His taloned hands closed lightly on my hips but he did nothing to impede my movements with his grasp. I shifted my body about in order to drive myself down upon him and he shifted in turn to deny me the angle I sought. That odd, sensual near-scuffle continued for several minutes before I let out a frustrated moan and released his hair. Shifting back just enough to dart my hand down between us to take firm hold of his length, not caring that I was a little rougher than I otherwise might have been, I angled him perfectly with my slickened hole and drove my hips down.
A snarling growl escaped Kain and he twisted away from the kiss at my harsh movements, his fangs sinking deep into my throat even as his hands tightened upon my hips. His own movements drove him further up into my body and I groaned, the pads of my fingers teasing over that hard length as he plowed into me. A full bodied shudder ran through him and he pulled his fangs free before the pleasure of that bite could be more than a pleasant buzz. His lips teased over the shell of my ear.
"I am going to cast the 'vest spell mine own..." he murmured in warning. I let out a low, growling moan and nodded my head in response to his words, a silent acquiescence.
I moved my hand out from between our bodies and tangled my fingers back in those silken-silver strands. Latin words fell from his lips, hands tightened about my waist... and suddenly he was surging upwards violently, buried to the very hilt within my body. I bucked in his grasp, a howl escaping my lips as I threw my head back. I knew that it wouldn't take much longer for either of us to find completion, but I did not sink fangs into his throat nor did he sink his into mine. No, I imply road him, hard and fast, his own movements and grasp spurring me on as he drove upwards into the depths of my body. A high sound escaped my throat as I finally reached that long sought for and denied peak, my muscles spasming as I clenched around him, hands and legs holding tight to his form. A strained, roaring growl escaped him as he gave several more violent thrusts upwards and I felt the sweet, cold-fire sensation of his seed filling me... followed by the distinct, animalistic need to struggle away... I bucked wildly in his grasp, claws digging viciously into his thick hide and he swiftly bore me to the ground to hold me pinned in place. Just as I had warned him to do if I ever struggled this way.
I was Quickening. I knew it instantly... he'd released viable seed directly within the very core of my body... He... he. Rational thought fled and all I could think about was one thing. He needed to earn this! He needed to fucking Earn This! Not just any male could mount me so! He would fucking earn this or he would die with my claws in his throat...!
A vicious snarl escaped my lips and I tried to bite at him. I heard Raziel start to approach and barely registered Kain's snarl for him to stay back. My wrists were pinned above my head with telekinetic magics, strands of Kain's hair tangled in my fingers. His hands remained firm about my waist as I struggled, trying to angle my legs in a way that would assist me in pushing away from him. Another, growling snarl escaped him as he murmured the counter to the 'Vest spell and I howled as my body started to try to close, to heal, around the impalement that was buried in my womb. His breathing came in roughened, growling pants as he started to pull free of me, trying to hold me still enough that nothing would escape as he pulled from me. As he pulled free of me, my cervix closing to it's natural size, I went limp and trembled. A low, dazed keen escaped my throat.
Kain nuzzled at my neck gently, licking and laping at his Mark as he let out a low, thruming, soothing purr of sound.
"Katrina?" he rumbled. "Dear Katrina, are you well?"
"Y-yes..." I murmured dazedly. "It... worked..."
He stilled against me, shifting after a moment to brush his lips against my ear.
"Say it..." he said in a voice rough with lingering pleasure and a hint of some un-named emotion that I couldn't quite place. " I need to hear you say the words Katrina... Dear Katrina..."
I smiled a dazed and pleased smile up at him, "You have Quickened me, My King, My Emperor. You will have a Living Heir... a Half-blooded Heir."
A tremble ran through him and he let out a low sound. He pressed his forehead against my own and then threw his head back, letting out a roar of pure triumph.
The next several months were busy indeed as Kain felt that it was time to call some of the Hylden through the portal. The Seer was eager indeed about the prospect. Kain was no fool though and even now the main hall around the Pillars was filled with carefully armed and armored warriors. He was also prepared to close the Portal in an instant if any attack proved forthcoming. The Portal was opened with little fan-fare and the group that entered the large room numbered only thirty strong as Kain had ordered. What surprised us however, was the one leading the party.
A Hylden both fair of face and young, perhaps no more that fourteen summers at the most, walked at the head of the group. She moved over to Kain once the Portal was closed and bowed to him respectively before baring her throat to him.
"My name is Hai'ashi," she said in a soft yet ringing voice. "My twin is to be Queen of our generation whilst I will be the Seer. I am here to offer myself up as a foster-ling to help promote good will between our peoples."
We were surprised indeed by the words she spoke and the Seer that we had come to know practically beamed with pride at the youth's choice. Neither Kain nor I had expected the Hylden to be willing to put forward one of their own as a foster-ling. The potential risk, from their point of view, was not a small thing. Still, we welcomed her readily enough and she would not be ill-treated, not with her many times Great-Aunt present. A way to help prevent future strife was not an unwelcome thing.
Those who followed her through the Portal were skilled in agricultural and architectural arts as we had planned. The move to temporary lodgings in the once abandoned structures that had housed the smog machines was smooth enough. Those who had arrived remained respectful of guards and those who now lived in the large guard- post/city that the place had become over the past century. The place was now known as Mons Civitatem or, quite simply, 'the mountain city'.
The Hylden had long ago developed a similar means to test soil as Gaia had done. The resulting excitement amongst the thirty was infectious, though Kain was swift to direct the lot to submit any questions and ideas to him for review via parchment format rather than continue to try to overwhelm his time by talking to him directly. My Eldar Mate did enjoy a good debate, but a constant flood of 'should we...?', 'can I...?' or 'what if we...?' could grate on anyone's nerves.
Four months later, a city was built to the north of Mons Civitatem and the Hylden dubbed it 'New Haven'.
Three months after that the Pillar of Nature started to shine nigh on as bright as it had the Day of Restoration. The glow interrupted a court session, a dispute between two of the newer vampires that Raziel had Turned arising over a human servant's injury, and Kain was swift to commune with the Pillar of Balance to try to account for the anomaly. When he pulled away from the Pillar, a satisfied yet equally wary grin turned his lips upwards. He turned to those who had gathered for the court session and eyed the two male Full-blood vampires.
"We will review the rest of the evidence against your Brother later Simeon," Kain said in a firm voice. When Simeon bristled Kain flared his Aura, forcing the younger male to bare his throat on instinct. "A Guardian has been born. The Pillar of Nature once more has a Guardian."
A wave of stunned awe filled the crowd, which was mostly composed of Human and Full-blood. Only myself and Habrian represented the Half-blood's of Nosgoth whilst the Seer and three other Hylden represented their own numbers. I shifted in my own throne and tilted my head with a small smile as I looked at Kain.
"Was Nosgoth able to inform you of where we might find this newborn Guardian my Emperor?" I asked in a voice that was both soft and yet carried clearly.
"Yes," Kain gave a regal nod and looked toward the four Hylden. "A new Hylden has just been born. This is the first Hylden birth held upon Nosgoth's soil in centuries. He is the new Guardian of Nature."
There was an abrupt choked noise from one of the male's, a noise that sounded like he was trying to say 'Tali'arni', and the next thing anyone knew he was unconscious on the floor. We all blinked at him in surprise and more than a few titters of laughter filled the room from various sources. His companions were swift to get him back on his feet and the stunned look upon his face was a priceless thing indeed. From what his companions were able to tell us, since he'd been struck mute by Kain's news, he and his wife had been the only couple to make that first journey through the Portal back to Nosgoth. He'd had no idea that his mate had gotten pregnant, hells, we hadn't known that the Hylden gestation period was only seven months. He certainly knew the day of conception though, that was for sure!
A careful celebration was held, given that my own pregnancy was now quite prominent at seven months, and it was revealed that the Symbol of Nature glowed prominently on the infants hand. The Hylden infant was named Wyld'es and the newborn and his family were swiftly moved into the Sanctuary. Kain wanted to keep any new Guardian's close, which was understandable. Those chosen by Nosgoth to be her Guardians would need to be protected.
Kain, Raziel and I were all relieved by the now obvious signs of new life that were budding up here and there across the massive super-continent that was Nosgoth. Flora and fauna alike were growing more and more prominent, Human numbers were booming and even the Vampiric ranks were beginning to swell as new fledglings were chosen with exacting care. Another group of thirty Hylden were allowed to cross through the Portal, mostly couples who were expecting to my surprise. They too acclimated swiftly, no eagerly, to their new life upon Nosgoth. They did not even seem to mind Kain's quite stringent requirements of them, but then they did just come from what amounted to a hell dimension...
The most important thing of all though, was the fact that the ranks of Pillar Guardian's were growing once more in number, each one chosen heralded by another massive burst of light from the respective Pillar in question.
Within two weeks of Wyld'es birth, the Pillar of Death started to shine. A human girl Thana had been Chosen to be the new Guardian of Death. A week after that Conflict chose a newborn human boy given the name of Duncan and Energy chose the newborn child of one of the expecting couples that had crossed through the Portal. A girl named Blay'set.
Surprisingly, Mind and States both remained quiet during all of the new, living, births that were going on. Barely a week before my expected due date, Raziel disappeared with two new prospective Children; Liam and William. Brothers who had fought long and hard in the human units that helped to keep the Wildlings at bay and away from the lands of Sanctuary. Almost immediately upon their Turning, Mind and States began to glow.
Kain was nigh on certain that Nosgoth would choose Half-bloods to represent the last two Pillars, Time and Dimension. I turned to look at him in curiosity the day that he idly said as such and raised a brow. We had been relaxing silently, simply enjoying each others presence and leaning against the railing of the balcony that overlooked the massive courtyard.
"You have not gone to the Chronoplast to confirm?" I asked him.
He turned to me with a faint smirk, hand falling to trail feather light over my rounded belly and he chuckled faintly.
"I have not," he said softly. "I have more important things to consider when going to review the paths available to us. I will... allow myself to be pleasantly surprised."
"Oh?" I blinked suddenly and then chuckled as I covered his hand. "Does that mean that you know not if our child will be a boy or a girl?"
"That would be a correct assumption, Mine Own," he purred as he leaned over to nip lightly at my neck. I shivered as fangs brushed his Mark. "Some things are worth waiting for..."
"Hnn," I smiled faintly and turned my head to kiss his lips in a fainted nip. "Then we shall find out together."
"We shall..." he rumbled as he turned to kiss me. He pushed me almost gently against the wall and I let out a low rumble of amusement at the movement.
My Half-blood nature meant that I did not have to deal with pesky things like bloating feet or fatigue, though mood swings and cravings happened frequently enough. Sparring with Raziel to alleviate my anger swiftly became an effort in futility since he did not wish to risk hurting me or the unborn child within me. It did not help matters when my own scent became altered enough that Kain absolutely refused to hold court and practically chased everyone out of the Sanctuary that did not actually live there. In fact, the last week of my pregnancy actually ended with him teleporting me to our Retreat with only Raziel to tend to our needs. Not even the human servants were allowed to remain within the large domicile. It was less annoying than I thought it might be in truth, as my own instincts had started to scream for solitude much as they did when the Torpor was upon me.
This was because of the fact that, like the Torpor, I would be rendered helpless when it was time.
A female half-blood's body was far stronger than that of the small, fragile life that could be housed within. There would be no contractions, as a single one could crush the unborn child. No, a Half-blood's body would go lax and they would be left helpless throughout the entire birthing process and the family or mate of the Half-blood in question would need to remove the babe by hand. This was why Auron could so easily slay the children of those Half-bloods that he had Quickened over the centuries without the Half-blooded female being able to truly stop him from doing so. This was a potential point in a female Half-blood's life that would leave any of us as helpless as a Draconian whose wing pressure point had been struck.
As it was, my body went limp mid-conversation with my two Mate's regarding the slow reclamation of the Rahabim Territory. Only Raziel's swiftness saved me from banging my skull against the table that I had been walking toward. I let out a low grunt of annoyance at what lethargic movements that I could do and then let out a strained, huffing sigh as Kain took me from Raziel in order to carry me to our room.
"You are well?" he asked in a tone that was calm and questioning. There was no worry or fear in his tone. He was controlled and composed even now.
"I'm fine," I murmured, voice close to slurring. "Just... get me to the bed..."
"I will gather the supplies," Raziel said and he slipped ahead of us. His own tone carried clear signs of his nervousness.
Having the two males play mid-wife to me was amusing in a way, but Raziel did not need to fret so. Living as long as they had, they had seen the occasional human birthing. The screaming, wailing, threats of violence upon the sire and the cursing that would result from the agony that the human females went through. Kain already knew from my explanations that there would be no such screeching from me, but then he took my words to heart. Raziel however, was expecting to have his poor enhanced hearing abused...
I chuckled as I was laid out on the bed and I sent a thrum of reassurance along that mental connection that we shared. Raziel offered me a huffing smile in response but slowly relaxed as Kain shifted about the room. We had all the supplies that we needed, especially if a c-section was necessary. Crib, swaddling clothes, water and clean cloth, blood vials... Kain's hand abruptly closed about my chin and he forced me to look at him. I blinked and raised a brow.
"You are over-thinking mine own," he hummed and a low purring thrum filled the air. "Shhhh now."
I let out another huff of breath as I realized that Raziel's nervousness had spiked a bout of worry within me. Raziel let out a low rumble himself, partly an apology for affecting me so and partly an attempt to sooth. Kain's hand passed over my belly and his brow rose in brief confusion before his expression cleared. I'd felt two small thumps of feet, but they were not the agonizing blows to a full bladder that a human woman would feel. The sensation of movement had always been somewhat muted for me, but now it was barely noticeable what with the near-paralysis that affected me. Kain did not give me any time to question him however, he merely shifted to grab a pair of leather gloves that covered deadly talons and started to reach into me.
A strained noise escaped me at the slow and careful movements. It was not pain, per se, but rather a distinct stretching sensation. My blood perfumed the air and Raziel shifted closer, blood-vial in hand. A greater sense of stretching filled me and I let out a near-pained groan as the feeling of something being pulled free, pulled out, passed through the normally tight channel. I almost panicked at the lack of a cry to fill the air and had to force myself to calm and go through the information that Sigrun and Joan had shared with me. Newly born Half-bloods were silent little things. Their vampiric instinct, though muted as it was, held the babes tongue to help avoid drawing attention to the helpless babe and mother. Still, I found myself straining my hearing and only relaxed when I could pinpoint the tiny little things breathing. Raziel shifted to take and clean the babe, thick talons also covered by velvet soft leather gloves and I let out a startled cry.
Kain had reached back in...?!
"W-what? Kain...!" I twitched, just faintly, and his free hand settled on my wrist as his rumbling purr grew louder.
"Shhh, My Dear Katrina, shhhh," he murmured in that rumbly voice. "You are not done yet. It seems we have more than one surprise..."
My eyes flew wide at his words and I let out a shocked cry at the second stretching sensation that ran through me. Raziel, too, let out a startled noise.
Twins?!
I had been carrying twins?!
My body spasmed suddenly as the second smaller form was finally pulled from me. A violent shudder ran through me as I finally found that I could move once more. I let out a low groan and winced as I pushed myself up onto my elbows. Kain was busy cleaning the second babe and started in shocked awe between the small forms held in both of my Mates arms.
Twins...
Worry again jolted through me...
"How do they look?" I asked.
"All fingers and toes accounted for with this little lad," Raziel said, a note of awe in his tone. "He seems a little smaller than perhaps he should be, but I believe that is normal for twin births?"
"It is," I said and I reached out toward him. "Let me hold him."
Raziel passed the newborn, my son!, to me and I cradled him close. I took in his scent slowly, instinct imprinting that young scent immediately into the back of my mind, and then looked at Kain as he finished wrapping up the other small form. He walked over to me and sat next to me upon the bed as he passed the small form to me.
"She is well. All limbs and digits accounted for," he purred in a self-satisfied tone. "A touch small perhaps, but healthy. You did well Mine Empress."
"We did well," I said happily and I leaned over the small head and took in the girls, my daughters, scent. A happy, humming purr escaped me.
Their eyes opened almost at the same time and I froze as an odd sensation filled me. Something that I had felt only once before. Like time itself had frozen for a shutter-snap instant of a picture being taken. Beautiful blue eyes stared up at me. Beautiful, perfect lapis-lazuli eyes...
"Kain..." I breathed in a low voice. "Oh... look! Their eyes!"
He shifted to look and froze against me. A sharp hiss escaped him and he pulled me close into his arms. One hand hovered above the crown of each fragile head briefly before he bent to kiss the crown of each head. A soft gurgle escaped both of their throats at the light touch.
"My little hellions..." he breathed softly.
"Sire?" Raziel shifted closer, worry in his tone. "My Lady? Is something wrong?"
"No my Raziel, my sweet knight," I said with a soft laughter that revealed that I was on the edge of tears. "Nothing is wrong. My Twin Jewels... Oh my sweet, sweet jewels hid somehow from the Parasite."
"Truly?" Raziel asked, voice raised just faintly in shock. He shifted in order to look closer at those beautifully jeweled eyes. "By the Pillars..."
I could not help it as a soft, sobbing laugh escaped me and I cuddled those fragile little forms close as Kain wrapped his arms around the three of us. He kissed the crown of my head and purred low and deep against my back.
"My sweet little jewels," I gasped softly through my tears. "My Lapis. My Lazuli. Oh, welcome home my twin jewels..."
"Welcome home my little hellions," Kain echoed me, his voice soft. Proud. "Welcome home."
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