Blood Harvest

Randilyn arrived, bringing Eevy and one of the new nibari, Farris with her. Isranon lifted his head from his folded arms and regarded them as his fangs descended from their sheaths.

"Is there anything more?" Randilyn asked.

Isranon shook his head, and flicked his hand at the tent flap, his eyes riveted on Farris.

He pushed back his chair. Immediately Farris went to him, kneeling in first position, arms behind her back, wrists crossed, and her head tilted to expose her neck. "You're very pretty," Isranon said, brushing her dark hair from her neck and shoulders.

"Thank you, lord." Farris glanced at him with sudden devotion. "And thank you for sparing me."

Isranon's brows knit, and he cocked his head quizzically at her, wondering where those words had come from. "What? No lives will be taken out of appetite or for pleasure among my people."

Farris arched her long neck enticing him. "I was to have died three weeks ago. Liuthan had promised me to Stygean for the young master's first rite on his thirteenth birthday. I have small children… I — I had made the arrangements for another to take them. But now—"

"You'll raise your children, Farris." A shadow of grief passed over Isranon's face, for the sun god had prophesied that he would not live to see his children grown.

"Please have me, Lord."

Isranon opened her blouse, and caressed her breasts, playing with the nipples. "Are you trained in all twenty-six positions?"

"Yes, lord," Farris answered shivering.

"Your breeding?"

"Three Diamonds."

Isranon licked his fangs. "Not fang-shy?"

"Not in the least."

"Good." Isranon pierced her neck skillfully, swept her away to pleasant visions with his power, and sucked.

Farris moaned deep in her throat, the sound arousing him. He sensed her weakening and pulled out of her, licking the wound closed. "Lie down on my bed. Rest until I finish."

Farris obeyed, and Eevy took her place. Isranon's appetite had grown dangerously intense over the past month. It worried him. At one time, he could go days before the craving for blood became sharp, but now he wanted large quantities of it several times a day.

When Isranon had sated himself on Eevy, he sent her to the bed to join Farris. He went to them to satisfy another appetite. Anksha would be busy with her sa'necari blood-slaves for a long time that evening, sipping from many veins to reduce the Presence Pain in them, which resulted from the Dominance-Link she had set into every fiber of their being, body, mind, and soul, with her first bite.

Farris opened her garments, and drew her heels up to her buttocks in position three. Eevy, not to be outdone, assumed position four on her hands and knees. They were very well-trained, and already aroused to the heights of need by his feeding on them. Isranon dropped his clothing. He began with Farris — since this was his first time with her, while Eevy had sheathed his cock many times in the past. Isranon thrust into the palace of pleasure, moving with an intense hungry rhythm. Eevy, seeing that he had chosen to mount Farris, moved around and began to rub and lick his back.

"Isranon, I was just wondering if you could — oh shit." Travis stood staring in the entrance.

"Be quiet! Either step out or join us here."

Travis swallowed audibly. "Daree wouldn't like that." He ducked outside.

Isranon spilled his seed inside Farris, and grabbed his clothing, wrapping his robe around him. "Off with you both. You'll have yours another time, Eevy."

Taking Warrior in hand, he used the staff to get to his feet, and walked to the table, where he settled in a chair. Eevy and Farris ran out the door after dressing hastily.

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Blood Harvest