This amazing storm took place this past week in Newcastle, WY. What you’re about to see is a time-lapse of a supercell storm in all its epic glory. It’s simply breathtaking, wouldn’t you agree?
This amazing storm took place this past week in Newcastle, WY. What you’re about to see is a time-lapse of a supercell storm in all its epic glory. It’s simply breathtaking, wouldn’t you agree?
CharlotteCarrendar as Valkrik Ghar
ImayarukOdinGorya as Istal
Istal couldn’t help but smirk while she watched Valkrik hesitantly drink from her flask. “So how do you like the phoenix bloodwine? Its one of my father’s brews and one of the few things that make food in even the absolute worse conditions safe to eat.” she couldn’t help but chuckle softly as he started to check her out once again obviously curious about her supplies. As he sat down and told her to eat she drew the pouch from under her shirt and held it out to see. It was a simple looking leather satchel marked only by the Blind Eye like her shirt was. “Another one of my father’s creations.” she stated matter-of-factly as she reached in and pulled out a book marked in gold lettering of a language she knew f Valkrik couldn’t read before stashing it back in the pouch. Smirking to herself while waiting for Valkrik to reply she brought the flask back to her mouth and started to drain it. After it should have been clearly empty she handed it back with a noticible slushing sound
The question from Istal on whether the Viking liked the phoenix blood wine, had him almost bring it back up in disgust. Fancy telling him after he had drank it, what he had just consumed. It took a great amount of patience, not to stand up and rip her throat apart, thinking she had tried to trick him with the wine. Her explanation that it was her father’s own brew now had him curious. A phoenix’s blood was rare, very rare. How on earth did her father come across it, let alone make a wine from it? He exhaled loudly, balling his fingers into fists, and placing them squarely on his knees. Last think he needed was to lose his cool in front of his men. Surely they were already watching the pair. When on a long voyage, the simplest things amuse, so when Valkrik was locked in conversation, no matter how small the retorts, it was quite the show.
Again she reached beneath her garments, and this time extracted a satchel that bore the same symbol as before. The blind eye. Istal took out a small book ,and appeared to be teasing the Viking with it, before placing it back in the satchel quickly. Another one of her father’s creations. Here we go with the father again.
“What…is your father exactly?’
Valkrik wasn’t mucking around anymore. He wanted to know the connection between her father and the blind eye. He felt he had a right to know.
Istal was having the time of her life teasing the Viking. Most of his reactions to the magical items her father had given her was priceless. He clearly wasn’t comfortable around magic and Istal couldn’t help but laugh in her head at every time she made him squirm.
“What…is your father exactly?’, those words made Istal tense. “He is for the lack of a better term, a very old mage, a traveler, and a madman. Most of the people that hear of him know him as the traveler, though a small handful know him as Odin. If he is THE Odin I couldn’t tell you but it is his name.” She said sounding very pained, and troubled. After she had answered Valkrik’s question she slowly brought her knees up to her chin and tucked her head in, to hide the look of guilt and sorrow on her face.
Valkrik sat silently, listening to Istal explain that her father was Odin. Now, she didn’t clarify if he was in fact the same Odin that the Vikings and norse held up on high. She described her father as many things. From a very old mage, to a mad man. Odin…was not a mad man at all. Not in Valkrik’s mind. Rising slowly, he stared down at the girl. He was no longer convinced about her stories, and watching her demeanor change from that of joy, to sudden sadness, had him wonder if she was all there. He no longer wanted to play in her games, and turned his back on her. He headed back up to the helmsman and drummer. Each murmured quietly that they had overheard the conversation…that everyone did, and all were convinced she was some sort of witch. Question was….what would happen when they reached port?
With the night upon them, there was a change in the shifts, and many were to sleep, so they were fresh to row through the day if the winds were no longer in their favour.
Valkrik took his place at the back of the boat, to help guide it homeward, every so often he glanced over at Istal, before looking back out to sea.
Istal sat in her huddled position as Valkrik left. She heard the men talking about her even if they didn’t think she could. ‘Father was do you bring pain when I talk about you.’ she thought to herself. As darkness set she noticed Valkrik take the helm. with her face covered she spoke very softly and let a small amount of power, “Valkrik don’t turn your back on a wolf or you may stare down a dragon.” The power that flowed into her words was about the same as when she helped create some wind, though no where near as subtle. The words were ment to be heard by their target, Valkrik.
She slowly rised and went to the side of the ship and began to to sing a sad longing song that had no words. In truth she was a mess after talking about her father, and couldn’t keep power from her song. The sad melody mixed with the light of the moon causing an image to form next to her reflection. If anyone besides Istal saw it they would have noticed, It was a fairly old man with one blind eye holding an unusual spear like weapon. He wore a sadistic grin that would scare most things alive. Along with his weapon and grin the next thing to be noticed was a near artic blue green suit of armor with a raven sitting on his shoulder opposite of Istal.
Darkness brings with it sleep for many a man. Only a few stayed awake to steer the ship homeward, one being Valkrik. To know Valkrik, you would understand that he does in fact suffer from insomnia. Why you might ask, would someone of such mental strength and drive be unable to close his eyes at night and sleep? The reason is in what he sees when he is sleeping. They say that our dreams are a way of our sub conscious letting us know of the spirit world, of the future, the past, regrets and passions. However, many messages are unable to be explained easily. There was however, a recurring dream. One…that haunted him when he had reached of age in his homeland. After a ritual, that had evoked spirits to come and pay their respects….one stayed behind. Like a dark ghoul, only it took the form of a creature that was revered by the Vikings. The very totem of the Ghar. A large black wolf.
Night after night, the young man would wander to the lake, and when he went to look at his reflection, it was the Wolf that stared back at him. Was it Fenrir? Why did it happen, every night? Valkrik remembers always waking up, bathed in sweat and with a rapid heart beat. Almost like it would explode from his chest. One woman whom lived in the port town and was seen to by many as very wise, was the Angel of Death. Similar to a shaman, or a female version. She helped conduct the rituals and sacrifices, so she was respected, but also feared.
One day, as Valkrik was returning from his sister’s hut, the Angel of Death stood in his path. She stared up at him with eyes of pure white, raising a bag that contained bones and rocks, and she shook them violently before him; crying out;
“I have SEEN HIM!…You know who I speak of …Son of Honrick. You cannot escape it…for he is your destiny! You are a danger to all that you love!”
From that moment on…Valkrik closed off his emotions, and became the man who Istal watched at the helm. A true lone wolf…who was guarding over the very people, he would one day feed upon.
Istal’s warning that he should never turn his back on a wolf had him stare at her…with the same hollowed look in his eyes that he showed to most. The next thing she did however, was to rise and sing a song, that would cause a grown man to weep, like he had just lost his love. The song however failed to move the Viking. The reason being….he had just sighted land.
They were home…
Istal broke into tears as her song had finished and saw the image of her father in the water. She had dropped to her knees with her face in her hands. She was starting to wonder what brought her to that battle ground really as she had out right lied to Valkrik. She sat there for a few minutes completely motionless other then the small jerks of her chest each time she sobbed.‘Oh come on Father wasn’t that bad. sure he was tough on us growing up but no worse that what we had seen of before father.’ A small voice nagged at the back of her head. ‘Your wrong you don’t truly know what that past means to us Brigid, what he did to us would kill most, in fact you are the only reason it didn’t do the same to us.’ Istal thought back to the voice she called Brigid. ‘Oh you two stop your fighting or did you forget we are about to reach a Viking settlement. And if you can’t handle that Istal then I will take over.’ a third voice had threaten. It was with that threat that Istal and looked up and sure enough she saw shore. Though through tear filled eyes she really couldn’t tell how far away it was but still in sight.
High atop the cliff face on a timber landing, the bullhorn sounded as the first spotters saw the coloured sails of Valkrik’s vessel. They had returned after many months from home, and this would bring man of the town’s people out of their houses and food halls, to see the fathers, sons, brothers and lover come home at long last. The village became alive with calls and shouts of men, and young children emerged from their beds to see this sight. How many that had gone off under the leadership of the Chieftan’s son would be returning home. The women worried, it was only natural. There had been times when only a handful made it back, so this ship’s return had significant meaning.
In the Chieftan’s house, the sound of the horn finally reached the ears of a dozing Chieftan, who had had one too many ales the night before. He spluttered and coughed, rising up out of his furred great chair. Honrick believed that this was his son’s true first test under the watchful eyes of some of the Chieftan’s own men. Men that had served him for many a year. The reports were sure to be interesting, and any bounty they returned with, would fill the family coffers.
“Sarras…the ship is back!” The Chieftan roared, calling for his wife, who was sleeping in the next room with their youngest child; their new born son Zacura. The baby was born while their son was at sea, and the matriarch was sleeping much now, as the birth had taken a great deal out of her. Rising from her bed, she smiled at the news. Her eldest son, Valkrik had returned, and not a moment too soon. Sarras scooped up the young infant, who cried a little in protest with the fussing, before being bound tightly and placed in a fur cross shoulder holder, so he would fall asleep again, as she headed out to greet her son.
Honrick had already left the house, with two large guardians accompanying him. Sarras would have to hurry to catch up to her husband, as the small streets swelled with people, to make their way down to the waters and the boat dock. Hopefully Eyyrs was awake and heard the horns, to come see her brother’s return. As they passed her small house, Sarras urged one of the men to knock on Eyyrs door, to wake her up, just in case.
Already the ship had been brought alongside the dock, with large ropes being used to tie it into place. The docks themselves were alive with people, many waiting anxiously to see their loved ones returned. The cries of joy from the women of the Vikings as they disembarked, with their bounty and weapons greeted their families with embraces and much noise. Valkrik was in no hurry to get off the ship, making sure that the slaves were taken off in one group, ready to be handed over to the Chieftan’s men for trading later.
Walking past Istal, Valkrik said to her;
“You have a debt to pay. We have reached Stargorn bluff; home to my people.” The Viking stood looking at her, waiting for her to stand, or speak. She assured him that she could pay them for saving her from the enemy lands, and he took her word as bond. While waiting for her to answer, the loud booming voice of Valkrik’s father reached his ears.
“Son! Welcome home!”
Valkrik would have to deal with Istal later, for right now, the Chieftan wanted his son’s attention, and he didn’t like to be kept waiting. Valkrik strode across the ship and down the gang plank, till he came to stand before hit father, who appeared to have greyed a little in his son’s absence. The Chieftan reached forward and gripped the Viking’s shoulders, and giving them a good shake.
“You have honoued me. Bringing back my ship and crew. You must have many tales to tell, Valkrik. We shall dine when you have off loaded. Yes. Oh..and your mother has a surprise for you. HA!” He turned away, heading back up the docks, only for his mother Sarras to appear, with the small bundle that was wrapped in fur, hanging off her shoulders.
“Son..” Sarra’s said softly, as she stepped closer to the hulking Viking. “You have a brother. We named him Zacura. He is so like you.” With large hands, Valkrik pulled back on the fur, to see the tiny infant that Sarras held and he gave one of his rarest of smiles. “Strong.” Valkrik said, approving of this. His steel blue eyes moving from the infant up to his mother’s, who he could tell were tired. He knew before he left she had been ill, and bed ridden. This was why.
Sarras tilted her head slightly, and reached up to stroke her eldest son’s right cheek. “How I have missed you, and prayed to Odin of your return to us.” Her voice feather soft, just like that of the skin on her hands. Sarras was a flower in amongst the hard wilderness that was Stargorn Bluff. Valkrik placed his hand on her shoulder gently, and then said only to her;
“He heard your prayers, Mother, and gave me courage and wisdom to return to you.” This is what Valkrik truly believed. He then looked about for Eyyrs, hoping she would come down to meet him, before he had to meet with his father and council.
Below the mountains of Warfarren and seperating Stargorn from the rest of the world, the Fjords of Greyfell were the home of the Norwegian Fjord Horse. They were tended to by the village’s Quartermaster and only the best of the stock were given to those warriors deserving of one.
But it was what was going on in the Quartermaster’s hut that draws us here this day…
The fires in the pits were raging high, but as of yet there was no one to tend them. One would wonder where the man who tends them happened to be.
The answer to this lies upon a bed of hay and furs situated against the wall in the corner. Two naked bodies, pressed together a dance as old as time. The firelight shone off bronzed muscles, rock solid from the years of hard work. Calloused hands, dedicated to their work stroked across the delicate flesh beneath. A breathy moan, a heated sigh. Dark hair and blonde hair pressed against each other.
“Yesssssssssssss…” a deep male voice rumbled as the movements became rough. Nails scored deep marks down his back and he tossed his head up with a hiss of delight. His eyes, as blue as the ocean, met those of the woman who lay beneath him, as he grabbed her leg in a fierce grip and pulled it up over her shoulder. Her cry of surprise at this caused him to smirk, his teeth gleaming in the darkness of their bed of sin.
He was rough, but she was rougher, flipping their bodies until she sat astride him. He laughed in delight, his large hands framing her waist as he pulled himself up to suckle at her breats as they bounced before him. She rode him to completion, their mingled cries scattering a few of the horses that had been grazing near the hut.
He fell back with a groan of pleasure, the delightful beauty still sitting upon him. He could go another round with her…once he got his breath back, but it seemed she had other ideas. She removed herself from him, going to the water trough to clean herself. It would do her no good to return home, smelling of him. She didn’t need to hear another one of her mother’s lectures on the proper decorum of a woman. They were not proper women for Odin’s sake! Of all the women in the village, she was the only one not treated like common shattel. Those who tried, found themselves cut off at the knees by her sword.
Eyyrs of Ghar was as proud as any warrior male…and she had a few heads under her furs to prove it.
She moved past the Quartermaster to grab up her garments and pulled them back onto her body, all while he watched. He frowned as he saw her dressing and sprang to his feet, walking behind her to pull her against his body, ready to go again. She elbowed him away from her and glared.
“Come on, love. One more.”
“Get those devilish thoughts out of your head, Soren Thorfinn. I have no need of them.” Eyyrs stated.
“When are you going to settle and become my wife?”
“Never and I’ll thank you to never speak of it again. I will be no man’s shattel.” she snapped. It seemed as if every time she and Soren were together, he put more and more pressure on her to become his woman. Not if she had anything to say about it.
“But I love you.” he added. Quick as lightning, the tip of her sword was at his throat and there was the look of murder in her eyes. He gulped.
“You love the thought of having me. That is not love. If you wish to keep your head on your shoulders you will never speak to me again.” she glared. Sheathing her sword, she stalked from his hut, whistling for her horse, Vor. As she was settling herself onto the back, the sound of the horns chimed in the distance and her eyes lit up with delight.
“Valkrik!” she whispered the name of her brother, gone for many months. He was now home. Kicking the sides of her horse, she charged back to the village at breakneck speeds, dodging rocks and trees with an agility that surprised most men when they saw her.
Horse and rider pushed their way through the crowds gathered on the village streets, mothers yanking their children out of her path when they saw her coming. She spotted the boats and urged Vor to go faster as she spotted the top of her father’s head upon the docks. He was laughing at something before he stepped to the side…and then she saw him.
“VALKRIK!” she cried, jumping off her horse at the dock’s edge and running toward her brother, a grin upon her face.
-High on the clift just a little distance away from the village below, a lone wolf could be spotted. It was very large in size much larger than any natural wolf should be and on its back it actually had a rider. The unknown rider watched the village cloaked in a white fur pelt that seem to blend in with the large horse sized wolf’s pelt. The rider carried a flag marked with a tribal symbol that best resembled an axe. The clan of Vollan, not exactly a human clan, or whatever the people were below in the village, but a clan of Ice wolves, that hunted and claimed territory in several area’s both in and surrounding the lands of the people in the village.
Because of this, the Vollan pack made an effort to be friends with this village, as a species ruled by primal laws, they saw their claim on territory like a dog saw claim in his masters house, this avoided needless bloodshed. But of course the Vollan wolf pack didn’t ever tell the village chieftain’s that part of their hunting grounds was a part of their territory, instead they allowed there non-sentient wolves to hunt for them.
Three more wolves joined the first, one carried with them a large light blue flag, a color they used to announce their approach was friendly, they were only curious as to why the bullhorn was blown. They were depending on some trade with the village, as even the den had use of slaves and other items that couldn’t be made here.
The other dragged behind it a sled loaded down heavily with furs of all kinds from across the Lands of Old and some in the Outer lands, a small circuit conducted by the Ice Wolf clans that were friendly with one another.
The rider that sat upon the wolf carrying the tribes flag pulled away the furred hood of her cloak to reveal a woman with short very curly snow white hair. She had eyes the color of ice a whitish blue and her expression matched the cool depths. She had matching scars running down her cheeks just under those eyes and one broken one that crossed over her nose a little before reappearing on the corner of her mouth. A gift to her given by a pack male she had thrown out when she first rose to alpha status. Strapped to her back was a heavy looking broad sword, its handle rather bland its purpose purely for fighting.
She did however carry a rather pretty and decorative dagger strapped to her thigh that was peeking out from beneath her cloak.
“Lady Natsiya, why do we wait if they are friends,” spoke the rider upon the sled wolf.
A young male with dark amber eyes and long braided brown hair. This was his first outing like this, and if he screwed up, his last.
“Because, we wait for a signal to continue, we might be friends, but that doesn’t give us the right to just waltz into their village like we own the place,” she said to him glaring at him that he should even ask.
He made a face, “but don’t we claim territory here,” he asked.
She growled at him in warning, “we do, and If you open your mouth about it while we are done there, I will gut you like a fish in front of the whole pack, as far as there concerned…we are nothing more than common beasts, like a dog owning his masters house, it keeps are clan alive and thriving, and them unaware if things turn sour” she said.
The young man swallowed hard and became quiet. The wolves they rode on whined wanting to get moving again, but wouldn’t without command from the alpha riding.
Natsiya looked away from her pack males and down at the village below again, she withdrew a whistle from her belt and placed it between her lips and blew on it as hard as she could, making sure there sentries knew that the pack Vollan was watching-
Valkrik’s eyes shifted through the sea of people, and then he heard his name being cried out, by a girl; no a woman who jumped off a horse and was running down the docks to see him. Could this be his Eyyrs, his little sister. She had grown up in the months he had been away, and looked as radiant as ever.
As she came into range, he took four bold steps, before picking her up by her waist and spinning her around. He laughed as he set her down, only to grip the edges of her hair and pull her head to his, where he pressed their foreheads together as a show of affection. It was a little rougher than you would expect from a man like Valkrik, but this was no ordinary girl, this was his dear sister.
“Look at you, Eyyrs. Grown tall through the spring. You even have breasts. HA!”
Oh he was going to pay for that no doubt, teasing her about her appearance. He would not dare allow another man to say such to his young sister, but he thought he could get away with it. He took out a small pouch, and then handed it to his sister. It contained a beautiful necklace that had a jeweled stone set in the metal disc. Sapphire in colour and dazzling, he smiled a toothy grin, hoping she liked it. Many women in the tribe would be gouging out eyes for such a trinket, especially to be given by the Chief’s own son.
“Don’t say…I never bring you nothing home.”
He watched and waited for her to put it on.
One of the towers that was near the dock blasted a horn to sound that a foreign whistle sound had been heard. They had company, probably traders from the mountains. Today was going to be a busy one for the Vikings of Stargorn Bluff.
Valkrik swept her into his arms and spun her around, very pleased to see her as she was to see him. She laughed with delight as she hugged him warmly. She had missed him these many months.
He set her upon her feet and tugged playfully at her blonde locks before he pressed their heads together in a show of love. Any other woman would have winced at how hard he knocked their heads together but Eyyrs had grown up with him at their father’s knee. This was norm for them.
“Look at you, Eyyrs. Grown tall through the spring. You even have breasts. HA!” he grinned devilishly, resorting to teasing her as he usually did. She stepped back, hands on her hips.
“Of course I have breasts, you fool! Am I woman or am I man?” she snorted. Some would say she acted more man then woman, but she did have womanly wants and needs afterall. Valkrik seemed to sense that and handed her a small pouch. “What’s this?” she wondered, pulling the ties and dumping the contents into her hand. Her eyes widened in surprise and a small amount of feminine pleasure upon seeing the piece.
“Brother…it’s exquisite!” she whispered, tossing the pouch away in favor of slipping the jeweled pendant over her head as quickly as possible. She pulled her hair away from the cord so as not to tangle it and adjusted it until it sat between her breasts over the top of her gown. “Thank you.” she smiled, looking up into his eyes.
“Don’t say…I never bring you nothing home.” he stated. She nodded and moved to turn away, for all intent and purposes, to lead her brother to their parents home. But it seemed Eyyrs had other ideas. She spun around, an angry scowl on her face. Her arm flew in arc from behind her body, her hand clenched into a fist aiming straight for Valkrik’s nose. If she connected, he would fall to the docks, holding his hand to his now-bloodied nose with an angry Valkyrie standing over him.
“That’s for leaving me behind!” she would snap in anger at him before turning on her heel and stomping away, just as the horns sounded in the distance once more
That was the sound of his sister’s fist connecting with Valkrik’s nose; sending him tumbling to the deck bleeding. That damned girl just decked him right in front of his crew, and snorted about being left behind. What the devil got up her skirts to even say such a thing? As she marched off up the dock, Valkrik was quick to push himself to standing, before wiping away the trickle of blood that was running free from his nose. Some of his crew laughed at the antics of the duo, but Valkrik was not about to stand for being made a fool of in front of his crew.
The Viking broke into a run, chasing off after Eyyrs, only to catch her up and lift her up onto his shoulders in a manouvre that would be akin to a caveman getting a woman. Sure, she might kick, slap and bite as he carried her along, but he was about to teach her a good lesson about the place of a woman in their society. He continued to carry her up till reaching her own small house and kicked in the door, marching her in before throwing her down on the furs in a heap.
“YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL WHY YA DON’T GO TO WAR!” He roared at her, shaking a fist, with blood shot eyes. He normally had a sense of humor, but after the last few months, it was safe to say that he had a lot of pent up aggression. Valkrik had to reign himself in….and he snorted at her. “You need a good fuck!” Truth was…he did. And with that, he stormed out of her house, before things got….complicated.
Further up the path, one of the village lovelies that had her eye on Valkrik for some time came out of her house, and gasped seeing him with a bloody nose. She tried to urge him into her house to “treat him”, but he just growled, and kept on his way up to see his Father and the council. For some reason, the idea of just laying with any woman at this moment, was right out of his mind.
Eyyrs left her brother bleeding and humiliated before his men, a satisfied but angry smile upon her lips.
“How dare he go off and leave me behind. Have we not fought battles together? Am I not good enough to take on a journey simply because I’m a woman? Bastard!” she snarled to herself. She was unaware he was charging behind her until she heard the rapid footsteps.
She turned only to be caught up in his arms once more and tossed over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Screeching in rage, she kicked her legs, pounded at his back and yanked his plaited hair, demanding to be released. He kicked in the door of her home and tossed her down upon her furs in a heap.
“YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL WHY YA DON’T GO TO WAR!” His roar of rage shook dust from the rafters as he shook his fist at her. She jumped to her feet, grabbing up her shield leaning against the wall and brandishing it at him.
“Oh so I’m not good enough to fight at my brother’s side anymore? Is that what you’re telling me?” she snapped back.
“You need a good fuck!” he snarled, an unreadable look in his eyes just before he turned and left her. Angry beyond words, she followed him out, just as he passed one of the village women who offered to treat his wounds.
“I’VE HAD SEVERAL TODAY FOR YOUR INFORMATION! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR BLOODY CONCERN!” she shouted after him, throwing her shield like a frisbee, aiming for the back of his head. She did not stay to see the results of her temperamental outburst, storming back into her hut and slamming the door closed.
The Dining hall
As usual, Virgo was up at dawn, having been for a ride on his horse around the estate, to help clear his mind of the troubles concerning his son. He knew he was going to have to face his son about the issues, but then again, his wife had been there as a rock of support for the older Alpha.
Coming back in, and taking off his leather riding gloves and hat, he gave them to the butler, before heading into the dining room, where the maids were busy getting the breakfast buffet ready for the Marulo family. The three maids all stopped on seeing the proud Virgo strut in and each curtseied before hurrying to get his paper and coffee.
“Good morning Count.’ they all chimed at different intervals, as the Count took his seat at the head of the table.
“Any of you see my son as yet? Has he gotten out of bed?’ he asked, taking up the paper and putting on his spectacles. One of the maids looked worried, then shot a look at another who was brave enough to say the truth.
“Sir, your son did not return home last night.”
“Sorry…but his room was open and bed has not been slept in.”
Virgo slammed down the paper and rose to his feet.
“ELVIRA!’ He roared loudly.
Elvira was late in waking and was in a somewhat grumpy mood herself as her burgeoning stomach would only allow her to move at a certain speed. Rather than calling for Sally to help her, she made a mental note to herself to start sleeping in a reclining position so it would be easier to get out of bed.
Shuffling into the bathroom, as her bladder was screaming out its need to be emptied, she began her morning rituals.
She was slipping into her day coat when she heard her husband’s roar echoing across the entire estate, startling birds from the trees and the horses in the stables to whinny in fright.
“Devil’s teeth!” she snapped, slamming her hairbrush down upon her table. “What is that man’s problem this morning?”
“My thoughts exactly.” Dominique stated, standing in the doorway as she watched her mother getting ready for the day.
“Good morning, darling.” Elvira smiled at her daughter, ignoring Virgo for the moment.
“Morning, mum. How are you feeling?”
“Tired and grumpy.” Elvira admitted. “My ankles are swollen, my back aches and I’m perspiring in places I never thought possible. Other than that, I’m just dandy.” Elvira snorted. Dominique giggled and moved to her mother’s side, rubbing circles at the base of her mother’s spine. Elvira sighed with relief at how good that felt. She was used to Virgo doing the same thing for her when she was pregnant with the twins.
“How does that feel?” Dominique asked after a few quiet moments.
“Better, love. Thank you.” Elvira smiled. “We better go see what has your father in a mood this morning.” She linked her arm through her daughter’s and together they headed to the dining room.
The ladies of the house stepped together into the dining room to see Virgo pacing back and forth in front of the window, a frown on his face.
“You bellowed, Your Lordship?” Elvira couldn’t help but ask as Dominique escorted her mother to her place at the table. Elvira eased her bulk into the chair with a pleased sigh as Dominique moved to the other side of the table.
The servants moved about to ensure the ladies had food and drink. Elvira thanked them with a smile, skipping her usual cup of tea in favor of a glass of orange juice.
“Yes, Daddy. We could hear you on the other side of the house. What’s going on?” Dominique asked as she cut into her pancakes.
Little did anyone know aside from Elvira, that Doctor Bianchi had been requested to see to Elvira as she had sent him a telegram the day before. As luck would have it, the Good doctor was between commitments, and had the time to call in on the very pregnant Elvira at her family estate. The black car that he had been driven up in was parked, and he stood at the front door, medical bag in hand and hat on his head. He rang the door bell, then stepped back and admired the fine statues that lined the walls of the structure.
“How nice.” He mused to himself, as the door opened and a young maid had answered.
“Yes, may I help you?” The maid asked, as Johnathon took off his hat and smile broadly.
“Doctor Bianchi…Johnathon..Bianchi. I was asked to attend to the Countess, and I thought I would stop in early.” His voice was cheerful and he could hear the buzz of voices coming from the dining hall. The maid nodded and stepped back, allowing Johnathon to enter, which he did.
“Thank you ever so much.”
Yes…the Count was pacing, clapping his hands together behind him, back of hand to palm, like some angry school professor, as his wife and daughter entered together.
“You bellowed, Your Lordship?”
“Hmmph! I did not bellow.”
“Yes, Daddy. We could hear you on the other side of the house. What’s going on?”
Virgo stopped pacing and looked at them both, then he pointed to the vacant seat where Damion used to sit.
“HE..never came home last night. HE…was probably with his…his…that.” Virgo said with a snort and then looked at Elvira. “Your son…has work commitments. And…he should have been home before ten pm.”
“Darling…you bellowed. Birds scattered from the trees and I could hear the horses in the stables.” Elvira stated. “Now what is the problem?”
Virgo stopped pacing and pointed to Damion’s vacant seat. “HE..never came home last night. HE…was probably with his…his…that.” He snorted and looked at his wife as she nibbled on a slice of toast. “Your son…has work commitments. And…he should have been home before ten pm.”
Elvira set down her toast and looked at her husband. She was becoming tired of his attitude about their son and his mate. She was going to make him see reason, even if she had to kick him in the arse to do it.
“Virgo, honestly! He is our son’s Alpha and mate and you can no longer deny it. And Damion knows his responisbilities to the company. He would not shove them off in any way, shape or form. You mean too much to him for him to do something like that to you.” Elvira stated with absolute conviction. Despite whatever was going in their son’s personal life, he had a dedicated work ethic. He would no more shirk his duties to his job then she would shirk her duties as Beta to their pack and Virgo knew it. “He is an adult and as such, I think assigning him a curfew is a bit childish, even for you.” She knew her husband was being irrational and was determined to make him see reason.
“You are going to accept our son’s choices, Virgo Marulo.” Elvira scowled, the pregnancy hormones now raging through her, made worse by the fact she was a tempermental succubus as well. “Or you will find yourself sleeping alone for the foreseeable future.”
Oh..it was on. The hormonal wife of an Alpha male, and she was not about to put up with Virgo’s whining over their son and his love. The mother of all showdowns was about to commence, and if you could have built a trench and hopped into it, now was a good time. Virgo stood his ground, arms folded as his wife…let rip.
“Virgo, honestly! He is our son’s Alpha and mate and you can no longer deny it. And Damion knows his responsibilities to the company. He would not shove them off in any way, shape or form. You mean too much to him for him to do something like that to you.”
“Be that as it may, we have not met him, not seen he is doing right by our son. What if..he is using the poor boy as some….toy, play thing. A Marulo is a proud name, and I will not have it scorned or looked down on, cause of our son’s misadventures.”
“Hello…Hello? Ah, there you are Elvira. Oh..crumpets and jam! Hello Virgo, you sound fit as a fiddle. Your wife sent for me to check her out…being pregnant and all. Hello Dominique..remember me? Doctor Bianchi. it is a pleasure.”The Doctor said all this, as he offered his hand to Dom to shake.
Virgo was just dumbfounded. That angel’s timing..was impeccable.
“Johnathon…we having a family….meeting.”
“Looks more like breakfast. Smells good to. Mind if I sit down, and have a coffee? Don’t mind me, you won’t even know I am here.” With that the Doctor sat down and let the hired help fuss over him, as Virgo blinked then looked at Elvira again.
“You are going to accept our son’s choices, Virgo Marulo.” Elvira scowled, the pregnancy hormones now raging through her, made worse by the fact she was a temperamental succubus as well. “Or you will find yourself sleeping alone for the foreseeable future.”
“Ho ho ho…steady on Elvira, you might do yourself damage. High blood pressure is not good at this stage of the pregnancy. Oops. sorry…carry on.”
Virgo now sat down and frowned, since he really couldn’t argue with his wife, especially since now she was threatening to throw him out, and the Doctor was sitting there, munching on a crumpet, oblivious to the mess he had walked into. All he was doing was smiling at everyone….such an angel.
Virgo grumbled to himself, like he had just been sent to the kennel.
“Hello…Hello? Ah, there you are Elvira. Oh..crumpets and jam! Hello Virgo, you sound fit as a fiddle. Your wife sent for me to check her out…being pregnant and all. Hello Dominique..remember me? Doctor Bianchi. it is a pleasure.”
Dominique, having been watching her parents argue, smiled upon seeing her mother’s doctor. “Of course I remember you, sir. Pleasure to see you again.” she stated.
Elvira was still glaring at her husband as he finally resumed his seat, muttering under his breath.
“Darling.” Elvira smiled, her voice tinged with a small amount of anger. “Accept it.” It was not a request. It was an order, one Virgo would listen to if he didn’t want to find himself sleeping in the stables.
Marulo Estate – Garage
Damion pulled his car in and killed the engine. He was nervous and scared and worried all at the same time and he turned to look at Sam sitting beside him.
“I don’t want to go in there.” Damion mumbled. “My father is going to flip. I just know it.” He dropped his head to the steering wheel and began to bang his head against the leather. Maybe if he knocked himself out, his family would take pity on him. He would rather face a herd of rampaging lions then face his own father at that moment.
This was turning into a circus, depeneding on which way you looked at it. The wild and highly hormone charged succubus, berating her were wolf husband for being a sook, their daughter watching on and wishing she wasn’t…and the angelic doctor, who was now on his second helping of waffles, and in heaven…food wise.
“My compliments to the cook!” Johnathon said with a cheery tone, then salivated as the tray of bacon was brought in. The angel licked his lips and then smiled at Dominique. “You know, you are almost as beautiful as your mother, course she is radiant due to the new baby. Pregnant women are like that. One day, you might get pregnant too.” He said with a wink, helping himself to a large pile of bacon rashes.
Up the other end of the table, Virgo was frowning.
“Darling.” Elvira smiled, her voice tinged with a small amount of anger. “Accept it.”
“Fine…fine.” Virgo said, grumbling some more, and not liking this situation at all. Like a mean old junk yard dog. Really, what had gotten into him?
Marulo Estate – Garage
Damion was banging his head on the steering wheel and Sam was watching him incredulously. The poor guy was scared out of his mind. Sam wouldn’t have a bar of it, and placed his hand under Damion’s chin to turn his face towards him.
“I made a promise. To you. Remember? I love you. I want to do this right. For you, for us. Come on.” Sam said, his eyes showing concern, but he was also being incredibly brave.
“You can stand behind me, how does that sound. Your father tries something, he will have to get passed me.”
With that, Sam opened his car door, and then waited for Damion to follow.
Before Damion could do further harm to his nogging, Sam grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look up.
“I made a promise. To you. Remember? I love you. I want to do this right. For you, for us. Come on.” Damion sighed and nodded. He was being rather silly.
“I know, Sam…but my father isn’t the most easiest man to get along with.” Damion stated.
“You can stand behind me, how does that sound? Your father tries something, he will have to get passed me.”
Damion looked at his mate, eyes wide. He would put himself in his father’s path? For him? It was a shocker to say the least. But Damion gathered his courage. “No need for that, love. And you’re correct…we need to do this right if I’m going to respect myself and our relationship.” Damion climbed from the car and took Sam’s hand in his own before leaning upward to bless his mate with a gentle kiss. “Thank you for being here with me. I don’t think I could have done this without you.”
So saying, Damion took a deep breath and turned to head into the house, moving straight to the dining room, as he knew that would be where his family would be gathered at this time of day.
“You know, you are almost as beautiful as your mother, course she is radiant due to the new baby. Pregnant women are like that. One day, you might get pregnant too.” Jonathon was saying to Dominique. Dominique, who’d just taken a sip of coffee, spat it back out and stared at the good doctor incredulous.
“I beg your pardon?” she scowled. The last thing she ever wanted to be was pregnant or mated. And her temper was more volatile then her mother’s when she was offended. “You must have me mistaken for some brood mare!” she snapped back at him. “I would no more allow some man to impregnate me then I would allow a man to kiss me in the first bloody place! And I will thank you to keep your opinions of such things to your bloody self!”
Elvira went from scowling at her husband to looking at Jonathon in amusement as Dominique went at him.
“What is with these men today?” Elvira sighed, throwing up her hands.
“Um…have we come at a bad time?” came a familiar voice from the doorway. All eyes swung toward Damion and Sam, standing hand-in-hand and Elvira could smell a consummated bond between them. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she eased herself from her seat and made her way to their side. She took Damion in her arms and hugged him.
“Congratulations, my darling.” she whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek as she drew back. She looked at Sam and gave him the same treatment. “Harm my son in any way, and there won’t be a hole deep enough to hide you from my wrath.” she warned.
If this were a TV show, a sitcom or a broadway play, you would be on the edge of your seat. Who was going to get knocked out first? Who was going to suddenly go into labour? And poor Virgo…yes, we can hear the thud thud thud of his head hitting the table behind that newspaper. But….on with the show.
Johnathon could only roar with laughter.
“Oh Dominique, you certainly have your mother’s temper. Tell me, how many corpses does your maid have to clean out of your room each morning…four…five?” You wouldn’t believe he was saying such a thing, but he knew the Marulos pretty darn well.
But of course it was that moment, when Damion showed up hand in hand with the gorgeous Sam, that the whole room stopped.
“I smell sex.” Johnathon said, following that with a crunch from eating a piece of bacon. The maids all gasped, half at what he said, and the other at how good looking Sam was. Elvira headed over and congratulated her son, with a kiss and a hug, then turned on Sam and gave him a good warning that if he harmed her son, she was going to bury him…in a really big hole.
“Thank you, Countess, I will keep that in mind.” Sam could only be polite of course, and then…you know what he did…I’ll tell you what he did…He swept up Damion in his arms and gave him the most passionate kiss he ever had done. Oh, it was all tongues, and then as he broke it, he slapped his ass for good measure. He then looked up at the head of the table, ie Virgo and announced.
“Count Virgo Marulo. My name is Sam Malone, and I am in love with your son.”
You could hear the cutlery at the table drop, and then Johnathon said.
Virgo rose to standing and placed his napkin on his plate. Then…he started to walk towards the young Alpha….who reeked of his son’s scent…and sex.
“Do you now?”
“Yes Sir…I do.”
The two men faced off….and you could almost cut the tension with a knife, as the young alpha and the older faced off.
“I love him….and I am prepared to fight for him. I am his Alpha…his soul mate. Only death will separate me from him…not you.”
He started to consider this, nodding slowly, but when Elvira asked “Would you wish that fate upon your own son, even though his mate is of the same gender?”
“No of course not.” You could see the frustration that the Count was feeling, and rather than blow his stack, or destroy crockery in a fit of rage, he simply said.
“Then let us hope that our unborn is a boy…..and the family line may continue into the future.” He paused, and then lowered his hands to his sides. “I have an appointment….excuse me.”
He then quietly walked out of the dining hall.
“If I know your father, he’s going to go out back to do some shooting and thinking over everything he learned today. It’s how he deals with upheavals in his life. As your sister said…he needs time, love.” She squeezed his hand. He tried to smile, but it hurt to do so. “Are you hungry? Mrs Jenkins made eggs and sausage.”
“No. I’m just going to go lay down for a bit. I’m not…feeling very well.” Damion sighed. “Thank you, both of you for your support or I would have never gotten through this otherwise.”
“We are family, no matter what happens, brother.” Dominique smiled, kissing his cheek. Damion hugged both his mother and sister before getting up and leaving the room. They watched him go, worried.
“Dominique, are you working tonight?”
“No, Mum. Why?”
“Keep your brother company today. I daresay he needs a comforting hand right now.”
“No need to worry about that, Mum. I won’t let him fall into despair.”
“Thanks, love.” She kissed her daughter’s cheek before leaving the room herself.
Elvira would have gone to speak with Virgo, but sensed he needed to be alone. Instead she climbed the stairs to their bedroom and made herself comfortable on their bed. Her pregnancy, even in its early stages, tended to make her more tired than usual, and the stress of the morning had worn her down. She sighed in contentment as she relaxed in their bed. Virgo would seek her out when he was ready to.
She closed her eyes and was soon taking a light nap.
“Please Miss, this is a note for Lord Marulo…Damion.” He handed it over, with cap in hand, and then nodded as it was accepted by the maid. The maid grimaced and shut the door, looking over at the dining hall, and then saw Lady Dominique about to head upstairs.
“Miss…this just came for your brother. Would you like to give it to him?” She asked, being polite and not trying to get involved in the family’s dispute.
If Dominique were to read the note….this is what it said.
Damion was laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, feeling miserable. The conversation with his father played over and over in his head and although things could have gone differently, he was relieved that it was now out. From the open window, he could hear the distance crack of a gun going off and knew his father was out there.
There was a knock on the door to his room.
“Come in.” he sighed, not bothering to move from his place. His sister entered the room and sat beside him on the bed.
“How are you feeling?” she asked softly.
“Miserable.” he admitted.
“Give him a chance, Dami. Father has always wanted us to be happy.”
“I know…but I can’t help but feel that he’s disappointed in me. He wanted me to be the next Alpha…and I don’t have it in me to do so. I never did.” he sighed. “Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“You know that would have done no good. It would have been worse if you kept it from him. He’s always been honest with us, both of them have. It’s only right we give them the same respect.”
“I know, sis.” Damion muttered, turning on his side to face her. “I wish I knew how to fix it between us.”
“Just give him time.” she stated. “I have something that might make you smile.”
“What?” he wondered. She silently passed him Sam’s note and he read it. A smile bloomed across his face. Dominique was pleased to see it.
“Go and see your mate, brother. If he can put that kind of smile on your face when he’s not here, then I imagine he can make you feel a whole lot better when you’re wrapped in his arms.”
“But what about Dad?”
“Don’t worry about him. Go and see your mate. But if he hurts you, I will gut him and feed his insides to the crows.” she warned. Laughing, Damion hugged his sister.
“I guess I better get some work done before I go and see him. Even if Dad isn’t speaking to me, I still have a job to do at the factory.” He got to his feet and shrugged on his coat. “Don’t wait up for me.” he grinned.
Dominique watched him go and had to smile. It was good to see her brother smile.
She got to her feet and started for her own room, passing her parents room along the way. The door was slightly open and she took a quick peek to see that her mother was resting. She tiptoed into the room and grabbed the light blanket resting on one side of the chaise lounger and draped it over Elvira’s sleeping form. Pressing a kiss to her mother’s cheek, she left the room as quietly as she entered.
Not bothering to knock, he entered their chambers and saw his wife resting on the bed. Sighing, he padded over to the bed and sat on the edge, before putting his head in his hands.
Did he blame himself for not seeing the signs his son was submissive and no way an Alpha? Was he losing his touch? Worst of all, he hated himself for the inner anger and resentment he now felt for his son.
There was complete silence between them for a few moments as she gave Virgo time to process her words and gather his thoughts.
He was so torn.
“Does he hate me? For not being accepting?” Virgo asked…deeply hurt.
She pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. “All we can do…what we’ve always done…is love and support our children with wherever the path of their lives take them. For Damion, that’s being a Beta and welcoming his Alpha into our family may be the first step we take.”
She caught his gaze when he tried to look away from her.
“You are a man who wears many hats. Count, Husband, Alpha, Father, Mate, Lover, Friend. It is so easy to become lost beneath such prestige and confused as to which hat you need to wear. But foremost…you are my One and Only. The Father of my children. Do not discount that. You are a strong man…and a wonderful father and we are so lucky to have you in our lives.”
She smiled at him.
“Do not put yourself down so. Talk to your son, my love. You may learn things about him you never knew before. I am pretty sure he would not mind an overture from his father. Hmm?”
“If I am all that, then I must be one very confused individual. But…I guess in a way I am.” Virgo said, drawing his wife gently into an embrace and then burying his face in the nape of her neck and shoulder. He needed affection and attention. It sometimes was like this. Usually, he was so forceful and dominant, but sometimes, he had a submissive side too….but only for Elvira.
“I’II talk to him tomorrow. Give us both a chance to think and then…things will be better.”
“That’s all I could ask and hope for my love.” she smiled. She nudged him to sit up so she could move back to her side of the bed to lie down. She was still kind of tired and hoped she could encourage her husband to lay with her for a little while.
She held out her arms to him.
“Come rest for a bit. Your child misses his or her daddy.” she smiled, resting a hand against the small swell of her stomach.
If he accepted her overture, she would lie on her back so he could rest his head on her chest and she would cover them both with the blanket for a short rest. And she would indulge herself in one of her favorite pastimes of running her fingers through her mate’s hair. It was soothing to the both of them and brought them close.
“Come rest for a bit. Your child misses his or her daddy.”
“Make room for me then, Love. He said with a deep voice, kicking off his shoes, and then crawling over the bed, and then resting his head upon her chest, so he could listen to the steady sound of her heart beating. His large hand caressed the swollen stomach, that held their newest child, while she would run her fingers through his hair. This was what both need, a bonding by touch and listening to the other’s heart. The drama of the day thus far started to seep away, as Virgo’s eyelids started to close, and his hand came to a stop, resting on her stomach.
“Good night, M’Lord.” Sally grinned, waving him off.
Elvira entered a few moments later and Sally stared at her in awe. Elvira saw the look and glanced down at herself.
“What? Is there something on my dress?”
“No. The dress is fine. It’s just…you look so much like your father…it warms my heart.”
Elvira smiled at her and sat down at the dressing table. “I miss him still.” she sighed as Elvira began to brush and style her long locks.
“I know, darling. I know.” Sally murmured as she pinned her charge’s hair. She added a ruby-encrusted clip to keep her hair from falling flat then pronounced her ready.
Elvira took up her satin cloak and mask and after giving Sally a hug and a kiss, headed out to meet her husband and children.
Elvira carefully made her way down the stairs, a striking vision in glittering red, and smiled at her husband and children waiting for her at the foot. Dominique spotted her first and stared at her mother in awe.
“Mother, you look absolutely stunning!” she gasped.
“Thank you, darling.” Elvira smiled as she stepped from the last stair. “And if I must say, the two of you make a very lovely couple.” she smiled, eying the twins in all their finery. It had been decided between the two of them that they would be each other’s date to the masked ball as there hadn’t been anyone of interest they wanted to go with. This would keep the gossips from speculating on the love lives of the most sought-after single people in the city.
Damion and Dominique were the children of one of the wealthiest people in New York. It drew out all kinds of unsavory elements, who only wanted them for that reason alone. They learned to be cautious from their parents.
Elvira turned to look at her husband, who had yet to say a word.
It was as if time had rewound the clocks, and he was seeing his beautiful wife again for the first time. Absolutely stunning in a tailor maid gown, that sparkled when it captured the light, she was the epitome of beauty. Dark and daring. The dress hugged her figure, with the ripe curves of her breast showing at the top. The Count was entranced, and let the children show their appreciation as he held back. Damion and Dominique were dressed to impress, and their mother was so proud of them, her words that they make a very lovely couple, having Virgo chuckle softly in behind them. The Marulos were a handsome family indeed.
Once Elvira had taken the last few steps from the stairs to reach the bottom, the Count came forward and reached for Elvira’s hand, bringing it up to his lips, where he kissed it softly.
“Exquisite as ever. I shall have to keep guard over you this eve, for I fear that many men will wish to dance with you.” The Count meant every word, for her beauty was well known in the social circles, and he made a habit of keeping close to her. Not cause he didn’t trust her, but because he made a vow long ago, to protect her with his own life.
There would be unsavory folk at this ball, and he already had worked out that if danger occured, he was going to race her home without a thought.
“The night is young, and the ball awaits.”
He said he didn’t hate her, but she could feel his emotions as if they were a beacon in the night. He hated her with every fiber of his being…and it hurt.
She wanted to cry again.
When the car pulled up to the doors of the estate, Elvira didn’t even wait for her husband, or Gerald to open her door. She let herself out and rushed inside.
“Elvira?” Sally, who was waiting to hear news of the ball, was waiting in the hall when Elvira rushed past her. She was up the stairs and gone before Sally could even blink. She turned to look at Virgo and Gerald as they stood in the door. “What happened tonight? Why is she so upset?” She demanded.
Virgo & Elvira’s Bedroom
Elvira sat on the bed, a hand over her eyes as she sobbed.
“Damn you, Bart!” she whispered in the silence of the room. “Damn you!”
She got to her feet and went into the bathroom to draw a bath for herself. She looked through the cabinet and pulled out her favorite bottle of scented oil that she used when she was pregnant with the twins. It had a soothing effect on her emotions and smelled like Virgo. She unzipped her dress, tossing it to the floor before removing her shoes, stockings and jewelry. She unbound her hair and ran her brush through her long locks. As she set her brush down, her hand brushed against her stomach and the new life growing inside of her. She let out a sigh before she turned off the water to the tub and climbed into the water. She sat back and did her best to relax and put the whole horrid evening behind her. A few stray tears leaked from her eyes.
“Damn hormones.” she sniffed.
“What happened tonight? Why is she so upset?” She demanded.
“Her brother, Bartholomew. He turned up tonight, and I don’t think she got the family reunion she had hoped for. Demanded to be brought home and hasn’t spoken a word to me since. Left me in the car.” The Count looked to the stairs, wondering if he should go up, but instead, he padded off to his den, to enjoy a quiet brandy and cigar…since he felt his wife needed this time to be alone. He shut the door behind him and a quiet descended over the house.
Inside his den, the Count was truly miserable. How could he repair the damage that those two had built up after all these years? It had ruined a beautiful night…and a special one too.
The Count fell back in his chair and stared at the flames, that licked at the charcoal logs.
Sally quietly stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. Elvira was still in the tub, holding a sponge and staring at the wall. Sally sat on the edge and took the sponge from Elvira’s limp fingers. She dipped it into the water and began running it through Elvira’s hair, like she used to do when they lived in England.
“What’s wrong, darling?”
“Bart blames me for the collapse of our family.” Elvira whispered, her tone so forlorn it was heartbreaking. “He thinks I abandoned him. That isn’t true, is it?”
“No sweetheart. I don’t believe that’s true at all. I think your brother had to grow up pretty fast when your father died. Your mother was grieving still, then that whole thing with Juliette disappearing. Then Alice ran off and you became mated. He’s had to fill some pretty big shoes…and he’s lashing out. It’s his way of coping.”
“He told me he tried to kill himself.” Elvira looked at her hands. “Why didn’t he answer my letters? I would have gone to see him.”
“I don’t know the answers to that, love. Only your brother does.” Sally murmured, doing her level-best to give comfort to her charge. “Now, come out of there, the water is getting cold…and your husband is downstairs moping.”
Elvira sat up with a start as Sally drained the water from the tub. “Oh. What must he think of me? I ran off from him…and the evening was going so well.”
“Only you can fix it, love. Go to him and let him love you.” Sally helped her dry off before Elvira slipped into a silk nightgown and matching robe. She padded from the room and down the stairs, searching for her husband.
She stood in the doorway, staring at her husband. He was sitting back in his favorite chair, a glass in his hand, as he stared into the fire before him. She admired the play of firelight across his skin, it gave him a bronze glow, quite rakish and rugged and she felt the love for the man who married her course through her body.
She walked up behind him, bending down to press a kiss to his forehead.
“I’m sorry for ignoring you, love.” she murmured. “My talk with my brother…did not go well.” She straightened and stared down at the top of his head, waiting for him to speak.
Sitting quietly in his comfortable chair, he thought long and hard over the night’s events, and felt that for all he did, it just wasn’t enough to keep his beloved happy. All it took was Bart to unravel all the good that was done and enjoyed and for this, the alpha was clearly annoyed. He didn’t go off, or break anything, but he felt that this had now come between him and his wife, a place that no other man should ever come between a couple.
Virgo was so deep in thought, he didn’t hear Elvira enter the den, till she was practically at his side, and then pressed her lips to his forehead.
“I’m sorry for ignoring you, love.” she murmured. “My talk with my brother…did not go well.”so that was it. The Count reached for her waist, and gently pulled her into his lap, so her legs would go over the arm rest, and he brought her head to his chest, so she could not only feel the steady rhythm of his heart beat, but also his musky scent. He pressed his nose into her hair, and murmured.
“No need to apologize to me, I understand. Hopefully things will improve over time. Till then, let him come to you.”
“No need to apologize to me, I understand. Hopefully things will improve over time. Till then, let him come to you.” He stated, pressing his face to her hair. She rubbed his arm as it was wrapped around her.
She nodded, taking comfort in his embrace. “I shouldn’t have let his words spoil this night for us, darling. It’s supposed to be a happy night. A new life was made.” She took his hand and pressed it to her stomach, keeping her own hand pressed against his. She looked up and met his gaze. “What do you wish for, with this one? We already have one of each, and I couldn’t be more proud of them.”
She smiled at the thought of being pregnant again. There was no greater feeling in the world then carrying a new life. And she so loved being a mother.
She also got a kick out of being waited on hand and foot by her mate. It made her feel treasured.
“My only hope, is that they are happy and healthy. Isn’t that what you wish for too?”
Course he meant for his mate to feel these things, and was subconsciously stressing the importance that happiness had on a being. Regardless of whether they were human or not. He cradled her into his arms, and let out a contented growl, that meant he was pleased she came to find him, and made peace with him over the final act of the night. The months ahead were going to be challenging enough, without the worry of extended family and its dramas. Virgo wanted to ensure, that Elvira did not feel stressed about things she simply could not change. He did smile at a memory however, of when she was pregnant with the twins, and couldn’t help but remind her.
“You really are adorable when you can’t see your feet.” A random statement, that he loved her being round and full of life. He loved her all the more.
“Of course it is!” she smiled. “Be they wolf or succubus, I don’t care. Our children’s health and happiness means the world to me.” she smiled, gazing at him fondly. She pressed her ear to his chest once more, lost in the memories of when she was pregnant with the twins, as she brushed her fingers over the skin of his arm where he’d rolled up his sleeves. She rested her head against his shoulder and started to drift off to sleep to the sound of his heartbeat.
“You really are adorable when you can’t see your feet.” he smirked, randomly tossing out a comment in the quiet of the room.
“Very funny, my love.” she grinned, not offended in the slightest. “And you, my big strong Alpha…I hope you do not faint during the childbirth like you did before. You’re are lucky Sally and Gerald were the only witnesses to that. Imagine what the rest of the pack would say if they learned their leader fainted as his mate went into labor?” she giggled. She enjoyed teasing him, he always made her smile.
Bart faded from her present memories in the face of her husband’s presence and she was back on form. She knew then that whatever life tossed their way, they would face it together.
She yawned then, the events of the evening finally catching up with her. She covered her mouth with an embarassed grin.
“Thank you, darling. You always have a way of making me see the brighter side of things. And I love you for it.” she murmured, snuggling close. She did not hear his reply as she slowly drifted off.
-As the young girl stretched in her bed, she pulled back the sheets and yawned, she didn’t wish to sleep in her only pair of clothes, so in her morning drag of sleepiness she stood at the window, presenting her nude body to the world, however she went to have a shower, cleaning herself up as she strode down the gentle halls of the home, Once again she found herself in the midst of Mr Snookims, Meowing playfully he let out a small smile-
*Hello little Vivian, How are you this morning…as for myself I’m fine, the hair is growing back fast…but despite how much I care for Miss Henrietta, I’m rather scared she might try another potion on me*
“Hehe, I’ll make sure your safe however your Mistress said she might have a job for me from Mister Bailey, so maybe I can finally get on my feet and repay everyone’s kindness, maybe get you some yummy fish”
-As she turned into Miss Winnifed’s room on the first floor, she took a seat waiting, oddly finding a tray of food for her, a small note with her name on it. It wrote “Hello Vivian, I had someone make some breakfast for you, please dig in as I know you would be rather excited to get to work, We shall be with you shortly OK”-
Stepping out of her small saloon, Miss Winifred was already dressed for the day, and about to place her hat on, since she had decided that rather than interrupt Lord Bailey from his busy schedule with the animals at the zoo, she would take the young Vivian there herself to be introduced and hopefully gain employment there.
Seeing that Vivian was already eating from the small tray of breakfast that she had arranged, she noted the girl’s attire. The same threadbare clothing she had on earlier, and this simply would not do.
Tutting, after placing on her day hat, she turned and placed both hands in front of her, regarding the girl thoughtfully.
“My dear, I need you to look presentable for a society outing. That won’t do.” She referred to the girl’s dress and she reached for her bell, to summon her maid; Veronica. In a minute, Veronica was at the door, and looking at both ladies inquisitively.
“Yes, Miss?” She asked, curious about what the two ladies were up to.
“See to it that a new gown is prepared and placed on the hook in young Vivian’s room. I need her changed and she will also require, gloves, hat, bag, shoes, stockings, and I want her hair done suitably. A nice bun with loose curls.”
Veronica took note of all this, and then looked to Vivian.
“This way Miss, and I shall have you dressed nice for the day. What is your favorite colour?” The maid asked, hoping to get a good idea so the dress she picks matches.
As the two women left her room, Miss Winifred took up her clutch purse and headed back down to the sitting room to wait for Miss Vivian to be ready to escort to the Zoo.
“I love red and black as a mixed pair, since I adore Victorian Gothic style clothes, I always admired people in those clothes”
-Veronica giggled but soon left the room, gathering a matching pair of clothes and accessories to fit her style. this took no more then 15 minutes as she laid it on the hook, The young flower Vivian asked her to stay in hopes to help her with the outfit, so as she stripped down to her small frame, lithe as it is she slowly got into her new clothes, giggling softly at how wonderful she began to start looking, as if she was finally going somewhere, However the rather nude display had left Veronica blushing-
“Young Miss, you must be rather more conscious of your body, someone might take advantage of you, However I admire it..but what is that thing hanging from your legs”
-Vivian giggled softly as she finished dressing up, sitting down softly for her hair to be done as she spoke-
“Well Miss, what do you think it is, I’ve had it since birth but it never bothered me..I mean I got bullied but I rather like it, I feel it makes me unique but still normal. Thank you though, You and Miss Winnie are being really generous and kind, even if I just appeared”
-Veronica smiled softly, brushing the hair of the young Vivian- “She has helped many young woman like you, given homes to those lost, your a common one but you do have extra pep, I’m glad to have met her, every time I see her smile I cannot help but feel like I must do better, to thank her for her kindness”
-As they finished, they slowly walked back down to Miss Winifred as she appeared in front of her, blushing rather deeply at how elegant she found-
Winifred was standing in the foyer, readying herself and checking the placement of her hat on her head as she waited for Vivian to get read and dressed properly for their trip to the London Zoo. Humming softly to herself, she was arranging her hat pins, so the hat sat just right, when she heard the tell tale sound of rustling skirts coming down the stair case.
Turning to see, Winifred smiled at the way the black and red lace gown suited Vivian to a T. She clasped her hands together and tilted her head ever so slightly to the right.
“Now that is much better, my Dear. Your choice of colour certainly brings out your eyes.” Winifred said, fussing over the young girl like a mother hen, something Winifred was known for.
Henrietta stepped out of the library with a book and munching on a red shiny apple, when she saw the two ladies together. She could see both were dressed up and the curiosity got the better of her.
“Trip to the city? Shopping? Tea and cake?” Henrietta asked, looking a bit miffed she wasn’t asked. Winifred winked at Vivian before turning to her good friend and saying.
“I am taking Miss Vivian here to the London Zoo, to see if i can’t get her employment through Lord Bailey. I believe her ability to speak to our cat, showed a hidden talent, that can be useful.”
Henrietta frowned. She had a bit of a crush on Lord Bailey, and was miffed she couldn’t come.
“I tell off that cat all the time…and you never invite me to the zoo. Pooh. Well, say hello to him for me, hopefully he might call on me one of these days.” That said, she took her book and munched on her apple again, heading off for the sitting room to read. Winifred shook her head and then gestured for Vivian to follow her out the door.
“I have a carriage ready to take us to the zoo. Come along, we hate to keep Lord Bailey waiting.”
Sam chuckled softly under his breath, to see how timid Damion was being over something simple as a muscle moving under his hands, a simple flex was all it was in response to Damion’s touch. When Damion withdrew his hands, Sam shook his head as though trying to explain that it was all okay.
“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” Damion whispered, looking up at Sam so innocently. Sam knew there was one way to show him it was natural.
“It was exciting me, not hurting. Look, allow me.” Sam brought his own hands up and gently guided them over Damion’s chest, then up to his shoulders, which he kneaded, and went on to dance his finger tips down his arms. Sam’s eyes were warm and kind, and his method was gentle and slow again. It seemed to be the way with him, though he had a better sense of control than Damion. One hand did drop lower, and started to massage Damion’s growing manhood, as Sam watched his face for his reaction. “Does this excite you?”
“Oh!” Damion grinned, blushing fiercely. Sam’s hand dropped lower and began to massage Damion’s hardness. Damion sucked in a breath and bit his lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.
“Does this excite you? Sam asked. Damion didn’t think he had enough air to speak, let alone think about how he was feeling. But if the mind-numbing pleasure streaking through his body was anything to go by, he was very excited.
“Yes!” he gasped, clutching at Sam’s shoulders as if to anchor himself in the here and now. He stepped forward and dropped his head to Sam’s shoulder, trembling and moaning as Sam stroked him to full hardness.
Sam felt the tightening of Damion’s grip on his shoulders, trying to steady himself, as his knees were almost set to buckle from the feelings that were now racing through him. A raging wild fire that was a heat to inflame his passions within. Now, it had reached a point where Sam wanted to let Damion experience more pleasures of the flesh. He whispered into Damion’s ear as his own breathing became ragged. “Just enjoy me.”
Sam moved around so that he was now at Damion’s back, and he reached around, with a firm hold on Damion’s hardened cock, and started stronger massaging, all the while, he rubbed his own hard member between Damion’s ass cheeks. Sam kissed and sucked on Damion’s neck, with his tongue flicking the skin, all the while his body was now writhing with Damion’s Panting hard, his peaked nipples traced across Damion’s soft back, and the tension between them was building. It wasn’t full on fucking, but it gave the sensation that the Alpha was in control of Damion’s pleasure. He grinded his own cock up and down the insides of Damion’s cheeks, while now using both hands on Damion; one massaging his balls, the other pulling his cock in a steady rhythm.
“My baby…” Sam uttered as he rubbed his stubbled cheek against Damion’s.
So saying, Sam moved around until he was at Damion’s back. He reached around his waist and began to stroke him in earnest. Damion cried out, clutching at Sam’s arms as his eyes rolled back into his head. He tried to pull air into his lungs, especially when Sam pressed in behind him, rubbing his own hardness between his cheeks.
Damion couldn’t stop the moans that escaped him. With the double sensations of Sam’s hand on his cock and his hardness firmly pressed into him from behind, Damion began to wonder if he would simply spontaneously combust where he stood. Sam kissed, nibbled and licked at the skin of Damion’s neck, his body writhing against Damion’s as the passions flared between the two men. Damion was panting hard, his body jerking in Sam’s grip as his mate’s other hand moved to caress his balls. Damion couldn’t help his reactions. Every jerk on his cock sent him grinding against the hardness at his back. His breathing was harsh and rapid and he felt lightheaded.
“My baby…” Sam moaned behind him as he rubbed his stubbled cheek against Damion’s smooth one.
“Sam…God…Sam!” Damion cried out, his whole body flashing between hot and cold as the sensations mounted. Their bodies writhed together, a fine sheen of sweat making their movements more fluid. Damion felt an unknown force moving through his body and thought he was dying. It felt very strange and it was something he’d never experienced before in his life.
A moment later, his whole body went ridgid in Sam’s arms and with a cry of his name, Damion experienced his very first true orgasm…that paled in comparison to the one he experienced previously with Sam. His ejaculate shot from his body in a stream, covering Sam’s hand and the floor at his feet in its pearl luminescence. His body spasmed with each jerk of Sam’s hand, as if he wanted to pull each tremor from him through Damion’s cock. Damion unconciously squeezed the cheeks of his ass around Sam’s cock, the slickness of their mingled sweat creating a delicious friction over Sam’s own cock.
Sam’s hand continued to stroke out each jet of jism, that splattered over his own hand and the floor at their feet. The continued writhing went on unabaited, as both men were now swept up in a craze of unadulterated lust. Feeling Damion clench his ass cheeks upon Sam’s member as it slid between them gave him a feeling that was indescribable. Sam tilted his head back, and continued to work his member between the tight fold, which had now built up a lathering of sweat that gave off a masculine odour Sam couldn’t resist. Hearing Damon cry out his name, made Sam release his hand from Damion’s balls and take his cheek to turn his face enough that he could kiss him hungrily, as he continued to more or less hump him from behind. The Alpha had pleased his mate….that was obvious, and now he wanted to finish what was started. He brought his jizz covered hand around and lacquered his own throbbing member with it, as he broke the kiss.
“You’re my wolf…down on all fours.” he said in a husky voice, as he continued to work Damion’s cream all over his member. Lubrication was the key to this…and Sam knew it would hurt Damion if he didn’t. But Sam was so heady, that he was struggling to think. If Damion got down on all fours, Sam would get in behind him, to take him properly.
“You’re my wolf…down on all fours.” Sam ordered, his voice husky with need.
Damion whimpered and did what he was bid without hesitation. The time for waiting was over.
He was ready for his mate to claim him fully.
He spared a brief thought for his father, but at that moment…what his father wanted and what Damion wanted were two completely different things. Damion was right where he wanted to be, and if his father had a problem with his son’s choices…Damion knew he would have a place to go.
“Sam…please…” Damion begged his mate, his oversensatized body writhing beneath his mate’s hungry gaze, the rounded globes of his ass a sweet temptation to the one who was about to claim him for his own.
Such a sweet delicious sound was that of Damion whimpering, wanting more attentions from his mate. What was to come however, would be the final act in their coupling, that made them whole with the other. Sam could only smile and nod as his lover went down as told, and got into the position favoured by wolves. Sam lowered to his knees, and as Damion begged softly “Sam…please…” Sam used one hand to gently stroke his back, while two of his fingers made their way to his puckered rim, that was sure to flinch as soon as it was touched. Sam rubbed the tip of his cock that was well lubricated against Damion’s tight hole, and then slowly fed in the two fingers, as he hunched over Damion’s back, and started to kiss along his spine. This was again slowing down the action. Why? Cause if this was not done carefully, it may well hurt and scar Damion, and Sam didn’t want this to be as painful as it could be. The twin digits started to pump his ass slowly, one finger curling to widen Damion’s insides, but this would also stimulate Damion’s prostate gland, which was incredibly sensitive, much like a woman’s G spot.
You could hear the throaty growl of the Alpha as he worked Damion’s ass….preparing it for what was to come. When he had done it for enough, he then withdrew his fingers, and with his own member leaking pre, he pushed the head to the rim, and whispered. “This will burn for a few seconds….but once it stops, you will enjoy it. I promise.” That said, he slowly pushed in an inch, and his hand rested upon Damion’s hips, so he could gauge how far and how soon to enter.
There was a press of two fingers slowly into his body and the press of lips against his spine. Damion hissed at the feeling. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it felt very strange. He continued to concentrate on breathing, and reveled in the press of Sam’s lips along his back.
“I’m okay.” he whispered, reassuring his mate that he was fine. Taking that as a positive sign, Sam began to pump his fingers slowly in and out, one finger curling upward and pressing against something that made Damion see stars. He gasped with surprise and pressed back against Sam’s questing fingers.
As Sam worked him, getting him properly ready for what was to come, Damion was slowly getting into the feeling. Every time Sam pressed against his prostate, Damion’s flagging erection was slowly coming back to life. He heard Sam’s throaty growl and whimpered once again.
After some time, Sam slowly withdrew his fingers and Damion felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against his ring of flesh. He took another deep breath and spread his legs a little wider.
“This will burn for a few seconds….but once it stops, you will enjoy it. I promise.” Sam whispered.
Damion nodded and looked over his shoulder at Sam. “I trust you, love.” he mumured.
Sam slowly began to push in and Damion clenched hard around him before the first inch was in. Sam paused again, rubbing Damion’s back as Damion took time to get used to the feeling. His head dropped low and he breathed through his nose, slowly relaxing himself around Sam’s hardness. It was difficult at first, as his natural reaction was to clench tightly. But this was his mate…and he trusted him not to hurt him. Damion took a deep breath and relaxed slowly over the next few minutes. Inch by inch he felt Sam push his way into his body until with a grunt from Damion, Sam got passed his O-ring. Damion’s eyes went wide at the feel of his mate pressed completely into his body. He felt full, but not uncomfortably so and it was kind of pleasant. He twitched his hips and felt Sam throb within him, pressing against his prostate once more.
“Oh!” Damion gasped, throwing his head back as his waning passions surged forward once more.
~When Two become One.~
Sam held still the moment he had entered Damion fully. He could tell he reached the point when Damion grunted and then murmered that he trusted and loved him. Seeing him look back, Sam’s face softened, then he tilted his head back as he withdrew slowly, pulling back his hips, his hands smoothly dragging back over Damion’s sides, till he had almost pulled out fully. Sam stopped and then he chewed his bottom lip as the tightness was addictive. An almost grainy feeling within Damion, against Sam’s slick member. He spat down on his member, and rubbed it in to lubricate it further, and then he moved his hands upward as he started to push in again, slowly…ever slowly, filling his lover. His head tipped forward, and droplets of sweat hung on the tips of his hair, as he grunted from the pleasure that he was experiencing. Damion’s breathing technique was helping him cope with relaxing his inner muscles to accept Sam’s girth. Once he reached him fully inside again, Sam bent forward and again kissed Damion’s back. From here it began, slow, precise movements. It felt incredible, and was true love making on his part.
Two had become one.
This went on for several minutes, Sam using slow and precise strokes to tease and tantalize Damion until Damion was a panting, writhing bundle of need. Both the man and the wolf felt a contentment within them they’d never felt before…and it was all because of their Alpha.
Damion twitched his hips and gasped as this brought Sam deep into his body. He reached back and squeezed Sam’s left ass cheek, begging him without words to claim him, mind, body and soul.
His whole being was ready.
“Sam…now…please!” Damion begged, feeling his wolf coming to the surface.
That feeling when Damion reached around and squeezed Sam’s left ass cheek, was his way of begging Sam, to mark him, and claim his beta once and for all. His body was now ready and he had reached a point where his body accepted Sam’s girth willingly.
The Alpha felt and heard the beta beg for his mate, and this brought out the full wolf that had been holding back all this time. He arched his back proudly, and gripped Damion’s hips forcibly, pushing his way into him in one hard thrust that was sure to send Damion’s mind spiraling. He withdrew and then it began, a series of hard pumping of his thick member, that was being milked now by Damion’s inner muscles.
“Damion….ah Fuck!” Skin started to slap skin, as their bodies smacked against each other, the fire of Damion’s ring heating up Sam and he was now lost to his desires. He reached for Damion’s hair and gripped it, tilting his head back, before lowering his upper body and nipping at the back of Damion’s shoulder blade. Sam now was riding Damion hard, his balls slapping against Damion’s. He was so close…so close.
“Damion….God!…I’m cumming!” He roared and stiffened as he pushed inside him fully, and started to throb as he began to fill Damion with his seed. His continued growls and moans filled the room.
His cries mingled with Sam’s as they were now mated for all time. Sam gripped Damion’s hair, pulling his head back as Sam lowered his upper body and nipped at Damion’s shoulder.
The sounds of Sam’s balls slapping against Damion’s thighs was music to the young were’s ears and he growled out his desire. He felt the repeated sensation of an orgasm approaching and urged Sam to go faster.
“Damion…ah Fuck!” Sam cried out.
“Sam! Yes! Ah! So…close…so…good!” Damion groaned. Damion’s toes began to curl and he reached between his legs to stroke himself against Sam’s thrusting.
“Damion….God!…I’m cumming!” Sam shouted, pounding hard against Damion’s prostate before he stiffened. He pushed inside a final time and Damion felt the throbbing wetness within him as Sam filled him with his seed. This tipped Damion over the edge and he cried out his own orgasm, spurting all over his hand and the floor beneath his body.
Both men quivered together as they came down from their orgasmic high. Damion pressed his fevered head to the cool floor and for some reason, burst into tears. Great hitching sobs that were nearly painful in their intensity.
For the first time in his life, Damion felt truly free. He felt Sam disengage from him and was pulled into his arms.
“I’m sorry…I don’t mean to cry…but that was the single, most wonderful experience of my life.” Damion whispered, pressing his face into Sam’s shoulder. “I love you, Sam.” Damion sniffled.
“I’m sorry…I don’t mean to cry…but that was the single, most wonderful experience of my life.” Damion whispered through his tears, as Sam cradled his body against his. Sam himself was still trembling from the aftershocks, not having experienced anything as intense as this before. He was completely out of breath, and though his gasps, he said back softly.
“It’s okay to cry, I am almost there myself.” An admission that Sam was now feeling that same wave of emotion hitting him. Soothingly, he nuzzled Damion’s head, making that sound that he had done before in the shower the last time, since it was his place as Alpha to comfort his mate. “Damion, I love you so much. I’m never letting you go. You are claimed…and are mine.”
He gently raised Damion’s chin with his finger, and then kissed him with all the love he had in him. He wanted Damion to know, his place was at his side, no matter what happened. They were now each other’s. He caressed Damion’s head, with loving strokes, his other arm around him in a firm hold. They may have ended up on the cold floor, but it was heaven…better than any bed.
Breaking the kiss, Sam looked deeply into Damion’s eyes then rested his forehead to his, still trying to catch his breath. His body slick and sticky, but he didn’t seem to care. So long as he had Damion, nothing in the world mattered.
“Damion, I love you so much. I’m never letting you go. You are claimed…and are mine.”
Sam raised his chin and kissed him and Damion could practically taste his emotions in that kiss. Sam caressed his hair, while still holding him firmly.
Neither cared they were still on the floor and as Sam rested his forehead against his, looking deeply into his eyes, Damion knew that together, they could get through anything.
This was worth fighting for and if he had to beat his father over the head about it, then that is what he would do.
Once they were able to move, both of them got to their feet and headed for the shower, taking turns washing each other inbetween hot teasing kisses and long strokes.
It was late when the two men fell into bed together, Damion snuggling into Sam’s body as they drifted off to sleep.
What a kiss means.. actually read the whole thing cause its nice!
+ Kiss on the stomach = I’m ready
+ Kiss on the Forehead = I hope we’re together forever
+ Kiss on the Ear = Your my everything
+ Kiss on the Cheek = We’re friends
+ Kiss on the Hand = I adore you
+ Kiss on the Neck = We belong together
+ Kiss on the Shoulder = I want you
+ Kiss on the Lips = I love you
What the gesture means…
+ Holding Hands = We definitely love each other
+ Slap on the Butt = That’s mine
+ Holding on tight = I don’t want to let go
+ Looking into each others Eyes = I just plain love you
+ Playing with Hair = Tell me you love me
+ Arms around the Waist = I love you too much to let go
+Laughing while Kissing = I am completely comfortable with you
+ Don’t ask for a kiss, take one.
+If you were thinking about someone while reading this, you’re definitely in Love
“(Reach Up For The) Sunrise”
Reach up for the sunrise
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day enter your life
Reach up for the sunrise
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day enter your life
Now the fireball burns
We go round together
As the planet turns into the light
Something more than dreams to
Watch out for each other
Coz we know what it means to be alive
Reach up for the sunrise
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day enter your life
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day enter your life
Feel the new day enter your life
Feel the new day
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day enter your life
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day enter your life
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day enter your life
Life’s a Beach.
Have you ever drawn your name on the sand?
Have you ever walked with a lover, hand in hand?
Have you felt the kiss of the morning sun?
Have you got your bikini bottoms wedged up your bum?
Have you buried your father up to his neck?
Have you left your lost your shoes on the beach side trek?
Have you ever been chased in by a wave?
Have you ever raised your hand for a lifeguard to come save?
Have you played cricket, or volleyball on the beach?
Have you watched the young surfers show the new kids, you know; teach?
Have you ever gotten sand all through the car?
Have you realized the beach is really not that far?
Have you woken up and seen the sun rise over a glistening sea?
Well, I have done all these things, for the beach is where we feel free.