crystallize and
had created this mysterious chamber, the floor of which had bubbled up to form
little ledges around the base.
“I want you to see this chamber one day, ionúin ,”
he said as he trailed his fingers over the smooth surface.
Though the chamber was pitch-black with no
light casting upon the chill walls, he could see well enough with his enhanced
vision. The only illumination came from the top of the chamber and that was a
mere glow from farther back in the cave.
A half-hour passed and his addictive need
for the tenerse pushed everything else out of his mind. He knew he had to have
both the blood and the tenerse as quickly as possible, and the longer he
waited, the harder it would be to push aside the craving. He got up, closed his
eyes and willed his body into the form of a raven, taking flight as easily as
taking a breath, and when he landed, shifted once more into human form.
As always, the vac-syringe of tenerse was a
fiery agony as he injected the thick drug into a vein in his neck. Even after
all this time he had not grown accustomed to that stinging, burning pain and
knew he never would. With trembling hands he reached for the first bottle of
Sustenance and drained it in three gulps before reaching for the next one.
His addiction assuaged, his hunger fed, he
fanned his hand over his hips to settle a new breechclout in place then headed
back to the chamber he called his home.
* * * * *
Shanee saw the raven sitting in the mango
tree looking down at her and she smiled. “Hello, little thief,” she greeted it.
To the Amazeen, ravens were sacred and a symbol of wisdom. It was also a
legendary shape-shifter.
As that thought flitted through her mind
she stared at the bird, glanced around her then whispered, “Ailyn, is that
you?”
The bird turned its head to one side
inquisitively then made the cur-rak sound that was its trademark call.
It took flight and disappeared behind the hut the villagers had helped Shanee
build.
Sighing with disappointment, Shanee turned
away from the tree.
“Where are you going, ionúin ?”
He was there behind her, walking toward her
from the rear of the hut. He smiled when she whooped and rushed him, throwing
herself into his arms and wrapping her lovely long legs around his waist before
she plastered her lips to his. She was holding his face between her hands as
she devoured his mouth, totally oblivious to the villagers watching them.
“Whoa, wench!” he said, pulling his lips
from hers. He was supporting her shapely ass in his hands. “Much more of that
and I’ll be tempted to take you up against the gods-be-damned tree I was
sitting in.”
Shanee grinned. “That was you!” she
said. “You were a gorgeous little fella!”
“I am an engorged big fella,” he said, and
pushed her bottom down on his hard erection. “Is that our hut?”
“Can you thrust into me now?” she countered
as she gazed intently into his amber eyes.
“With as much power and speed as you
desire, little Amazeen,” he replied.
“It’s our hut,” she stated.
He carried her over to it, ducked down with
her still clinging to him and carried her over to the pallet some of the other
women had helped her stuff. Practically falling atop her, he took her to the
soft surface—pulling one hand free of her ass to fan away her clothing in the
blink of an eye.
“A damned fine ability you have there,” she
said, aware his breechclout had also disappeared.
He lay paused above her, his eyebrows drawn
together. “Seeing me as a raven did not disturb you?”
She wriggled beneath him. “Hell, no! And I
want to see you as a wolf,” she said. “Are you as handsome as a lupine as you
are as a corvine?”
“You amaze me,” he said in a near whisper,
his eyes roaming over her beautiful face.
“Why?” she asked. “Because I accept you as
you are?”
“You have not seen me in Transition nor
will you but…”
“But I will see you as a wolf,” she said,
“and anything else you
had created this mysterious chamber, the floor of which had bubbled up to form
little ledges around the base.
“I want you to see this chamber one day, ionúin ,”
he said as he trailed his fingers over the smooth surface.
Though the chamber was pitch-black with no
light casting upon the chill walls, he could see well enough with his enhanced
vision. The only illumination came from the top of the chamber and that was a
mere glow from farther back in the cave.
A half-hour passed and his addictive need
for the tenerse pushed everything else out of his mind. He knew he had to have
both the blood and the tenerse as quickly as possible, and the longer he
waited, the harder it would be to push aside the craving. He got up, closed his
eyes and willed his body into the form of a raven, taking flight as easily as
taking a breath, and when he landed, shifted once more into human form.
As always, the vac-syringe of tenerse was a
fiery agony as he injected the thick drug into a vein in his neck. Even after
all this time he had not grown accustomed to that stinging, burning pain and
knew he never would. With trembling hands he reached for the first bottle of
Sustenance and drained it in three gulps before reaching for the next one.
His addiction assuaged, his hunger fed, he
fanned his hand over his hips to settle a new breechclout in place then headed
back to the chamber he called his home.
* * * * *
Shanee saw the raven sitting in the mango
tree looking down at her and she smiled. “Hello, little thief,” she greeted it.
To the Amazeen, ravens were sacred and a symbol of wisdom. It was also a
legendary shape-shifter.
As that thought flitted through her mind
she stared at the bird, glanced around her then whispered, “Ailyn, is that
you?”
The bird turned its head to one side
inquisitively then made the cur-rak sound that was its trademark call.
It took flight and disappeared behind the hut the villagers had helped Shanee
build.
Sighing with disappointment, Shanee turned
away from the tree.
“Where are you going, ionúin ?”
He was there behind her, walking toward her
from the rear of the hut. He smiled when she whooped and rushed him, throwing
herself into his arms and wrapping her lovely long legs around his waist before
she plastered her lips to his. She was holding his face between her hands as
she devoured his mouth, totally oblivious to the villagers watching them.
“Whoa, wench!” he said, pulling his lips
from hers. He was supporting her shapely ass in his hands. “Much more of that
and I’ll be tempted to take you up against the gods-be-damned tree I was
sitting in.”
Shanee grinned. “That was you!” she
said. “You were a gorgeous little fella!”
“I am an engorged big fella,” he said, and
pushed her bottom down on his hard erection. “Is that our hut?”
“Can you thrust into me now?” she countered
as she gazed intently into his amber eyes.
“With as much power and speed as you
desire, little Amazeen,” he replied.
“It’s our hut,” she stated.
He carried her over to it, ducked down with
her still clinging to him and carried her over to the pallet some of the other
women had helped her stuff. Practically falling atop her, he took her to the
soft surface—pulling one hand free of her ass to fan away her clothing in the
blink of an eye.
“A damned fine ability you have there,” she
said, aware his breechclout had also disappeared.
He lay paused above her, his eyebrows drawn
together. “Seeing me as a raven did not disturb you?”
She wriggled beneath him. “Hell, no! And I
want to see you as a wolf,” she said. “Are you as handsome as a lupine as you
are as a corvine?”
“You amaze me,” he said in a near whisper,
his eyes roaming over her beautiful face.
“Why?” she asked. “Because I accept you as
you are?”
“You have not seen me in Transition nor
will you but…”
“But I will see you as a wolf,” she said,
“and anything else you
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