Bloodless Dreams

Chapter Nine: Acceptance

After we got back home, I left Harland alone in his room. I need space to think, and around him I cannot think. His scent clouds my mind, and his touch distracts me from what is important. But what is important? He is. He is the most important piece of my life right now. I just do not know if I can trust myself to give him everything he needs, everything he desires.

I leaned against my door and slid to the ground when Harland came knocking on my door. I did not say anything, instead I sat there pulling my knees into my chest and cried. I have cried so much lately, and I am unsure of how many tears I have left.

“Why did you leave me?” I heard him ask through the closed door. “Please nethae let me in.”

“I can’t.”

It got quite and then I felt his hand resting on my arm. I looked up a little to see Harland kneeling in front of me with a pained look in his eyes. I hate hurting him, and I seem to always hurt him. This is a good reason why I cannot perform the ceremony with him.

“You need to find someone better than me Harland.”

“There is no one but you.”

I looked at him, I watched the tears falling from his eyes hitting the carpet. I lifted my head and looked at him. I can see his pain.

“I did it again.”

“What?” he asked confused.

“I keep hurting you.”

“No, my sriss nethae. You do not hurt me…”

“I do. I can see it in your eyes every single time.”

“No… No…” he whispered sitting down. He took my hands laying them in his lap. “I feel pain because what they have done to you. What I have done to you. If I didn’t push you away the first time, I met you none of this would have ever happened to you. I keep failing you. That is what pains me.”

He grabbed me lifting me into his lap and wrapping his arms around me.

“I want to do this right; I want be everything a good Loweyn is to his Nethae.”

“I want to do this too. I am just afraid of hurting you, or someone close to you.”

“Is that why you went for the girl?”

“That and a few more reasons.”

“Like?”

“It kept you safe from Selene’s wrath. It helped your brother find some peace. But mainly it helped her. She is better off here with Vorigan then back there with a monster.”

“You’re a good women Eva.” He said placing his head onto of mine. “I am so lucky to have you and I will work every day to make sure you know how badly I want you.”

“We will work on this together than.”

“Together.”

I settled into his hold when someone knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Harland called.

Vorigan walked into the room shutting the door behind him. He sat down and then he started crying. I moved off of Harland and went to sit next Vorigan. I placed my hand on his shoulder and he laid his head down on my lap. I wrapped my arms around him rubbing circles into his back soothing him. I looked over to Harland who sat there with a soft smile on his face.

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Harland

I sat there watching my Nethae hold my brother. The way she is willing to comfort him means more than anything. But I wonder what is wrong, what has happened to make him this upset.

“Brother?”

He looked at me from her lap with a tear-stained face.

“What has happened?” I asked him.

“Adabella… She is afraid of me. I have tried talking to her, but she won’t come out of the washroom.”

“She was in a terrible relationship and then taken to another world without a lot of explanation.” Eva said looking down at him. “I will go talk to her.”

“Thank you, sister.”

“Of course.”

She smiled at him as he sat up so she could get up. She gave me a smile before leaving the room going into Vorigan’s room to find Adabella. I looked back my brother who now has he face in his hands.

“It will be alright brother.”

“How did you and Eva get over everything?

“We haven’t brother. We are still working on it.”

“How are you able to hold her like that?”

“She did not let me at first and then I just kind of forced her to do it.” I released a deep breath. “I want her to feel safe and by holding her she does. At first, she fought but then I felt her melt into me like butter. Ever since that day I have held her as often as I can.”

“I understand.”

I watched my brother get up and leave the room going back to his just as Eva was coming out. Eva stood in the doorway staring at me and then she nodded her towards my room. I got up and followed her in shutting and locking the door behind me. Eva stood in the middle of the room with her back to me. I stood there watching her when she began taking her clothes off dropping them to the floor. She stood there for another moment letting me see the marks, bruises and scars littering her skin. I took a deep breath making myself calm down. Then she turned around showing me the front of her body. I see the same marks and bruises, but I am distracted by her perfect rose-colored n*****s and her large breasts. They are milky white and perfectly shaped. I let my eyes wonder down her stomach to the v between her legs I so desperately want to taste.

“I want you to see me. I want you to see what you will have to look at for the rest of your life if you choose to stay with me.”

“Eva…”

“Please let me finish before you make a choice. If you decide not to be with me, I will complete the ceremony with you so you can have you soul and then I will ask Selene to send me back to Earth.”

She stopped talking and looked down at her feet. I slowly approached her hooking my finger under her chin lifting her face she is looking at me.

“You are perfect. You are beautiful and I am honored to have you as my Nethae. I do not want any other women. I do not want anything but you, your love, and your happiness here in Phetterea.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Overflowing with the conflicting emotions of desire and rage, I swept Eva into my arms. She trembled, small and delicate. My lips claimed hers, firm and gentle. The tension melted from her body; hostility replaced by her body’s recognition of her mate. Eventually her mind would catch up to what her heart knew instinctively.

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Evangeline

Harland swept me into another bone crushing embrace. I can tell he held his full strength back, afraid to hurt me. The strength of his arms is reassuring. Another kiss, like the one before.

My pulse raced and thoughts emptied out of my head. His fingers and hands caressed me. My face pressed agaisnt his chest, I worked my hands under the tight-fitting white shirt he wore, pushing the fabric up.

His hands tugged his shirt over his head as my hands flew to his belt. He grabbed my waist pushing me agaisnt the wall and removed the last of his clothing. His rough hands skimmed the surface of my smooth skin. Wordless, he caressed me, his eyes and hands examining every part of my body.

His hands kneaded my breasts, pulling at my rosy n*****s. They traveled the gentle expanse of my belly, rounded the curve of my hips, and drove into the valley between my thighs. A thick finger parted my lower lips, working my slickness, circling the most sensitive spot. On edge all day from the consent fear, I did not need much. I trembled and moaned with desire.

Harland pressed his face into the apex of my thighs, breathing deeply taking the scent of my arousal in. I stiffened in surprise when his tongue lapped at the folds but sighed and relaxed, letting my hands rest on his shoulders. His tongue is warm and soothing against the overheated flesh of my p***y. Long, slow strokes covered every inch of my flesh. He paid special attention to my sensitive bud. I gasped in surprise when he sucked. His fingers pushed into my channel, muscles clenching around his fingers worked in and out, I rocked my hips. My hand pressed into the back of his head, encouraging him.

My head snapped back with a bolt of electricity and cried out his name. Harland’s free hand pressed into my ass, trying to hold me in place or else I would bolt away. I came with his fingers in my p***y and his lips on my c**t, body shaking. Finally done, I slumped against the wall.

Harland rose to his feet, his proud thick erection pointing directly at the object of his desire, me. No more holding back. My gaze drifted to his c**k. I tore my eyes away and nodded.

“Don’t hold back Loweyn.”

Harland lifted me and, in a fluid, motion wrapped my legs around waist. The head of his c**k is at my entrance, insistent and urgent. He pushed into me. Despite being sopping wet my channel is tight and he had to enter carefully, pushing slowly as he got deeper and deeper stretching me wider and wider.

“Eva.” He moaned. “My Nethae.”

His c**k slid out slowly and then moved forward. My hips rolled, matching his rhythm. Harland pushed me against the wall, the hard surface cold agaisnt my back. His body is hot agaisnt my skin. Those words are true. Nethae. We belong to each other.

My climax is overwhelming, beginning with a tremble and quickly escalating into a full body shake. My hands clawed at his back, trying to get more, whatever there was more of to get.

Harland’s mouth claimed mine. His kiss enveloped my lips just as a scream escaped. With a few more hard thrusts, he came inside me, hot come shooting into my depths. His strong arms held me in place.  He continued to kiss, rapid fire kisses turning into slow and thoughtful explorations.

Harland walked us to the forgotten bed. Gently, he placed me on the soft cotton covers, belly down, and climbed onto the bed behind me. Placing himself between my legs, his large hands lifted my hips like I am weightless. Is he really? He can’t be hard again. In one smooth motion, he filled me, answering that question.

Vampire stamina is more than a legend, apparently. No one had the power and the tenderness that this man possessed. It is like being complete for the first time. I can never have enough of him. Harland set the pace, eager and pushing forward to his ultimate goal. I rose to meet him with each thrust, relishing the slap of his balls as he sank that glorious c**k all the way inside me. He is splitting me in two and I love it. There isn’t room for anything more but the insistent, out and in, drawing my breath away with each retreat and bringing it back with each thrust. All of my weight is on my elbows and it is all I can do to keep my face from being buried in the mattress.

I became aware of a piercing cry, mine. Nothing can stop the wave swelling within me. I am coming again and again. Finally, Harland spoke whispering in my ear between raged breaths, “Mine.” I exploded and the wave broke. I cried out, my thighs burning with exhaustion and limbs weak.

A flush of satisfaction spreading over me like a warm blanket. He pushed harder now, no longer holding back waiting for my climax. His c**k swelled and pulsed. His fingers tangled into my hair, pulling it back slightly but not painfully. His free hand slapped my ass pleasure flooded through me yet again. I came again harder than the last time. His release is soon behind mine, he called out my name and collapsed on top me. He rolled over onto his back taking me with him. I laid there in his arms for a long time soon I drifted off to a sweet slumber.