The Totem King
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Fiction, Tear Jerker, Extra Sensory Perception, Mystery, Paranormal, Vampires, Were animal,
Desc: Fantasy Sex Story: Prologue - Clara Daniels is on the run. Her parents were brutally murdered and her brother kidnapped by the perpetrators - a superhuman group of elite female assassins. Now they’re after her. But she must stay one step ahead of them while trying to rescue her brother. Help comes in the form of, Azrael, a dark and mysterious man who has haunted her dreams for as long as she can remember. (Note: Being Australian myself, this story is inspired partly - and loosely - by Australian mythology.)
Selene Daniels sat at the fancy restaurant table across from her husband Jason, picking at the remains of her chocolate soufflé. It was date night, just the two of them together, which is something they'd been doing since they married 25 years ago. 'To keep the romance alive in their relationship' her husband liked to say. It worked too. She was still as madly in love with him as she was the day they met. They had two beautiful children together, twins; Clara and Lincoln.
Although they'd moved around a lot since the twins were born; fleeing the only home she'd ever known in Australia to keep her family safe from people who meant them harm. Not that the children knew this, of course. They simply thought that their father was in the military so the family had moved because of his postings in different locations around the world. But about a year ago, after Jason retired from the military, they'd settled in New Orleans, Louisiana. She still wasn't sure it was safe for them to remain in one place for so long but they just couldn't run anymore. It wasn't fair on any of them. But despite all this, she couldn't have been happier. She had her health, a man she loved dearly and two beautiful children.
Tonight however, she had a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach, like something bad was going to happen. She checked her phone for what felt like the hundredth time, making sure she hadn't missed a call or a message from one of the kids.
"Still got a bad feeling?" Jason asked, drawing her from her dark thoughts.
She looked up at him, giving him a weary smile. "Yes. I'm sure it's silly. I just hope the kids are ok."
Jason finished a bite of his own dessert then set his spoon down. He rubbed his left arm with one hand, while reaching across the table with the other to twine his fingers with hers. Offering her comfort. "I'm sure they would've called if something was wrong."
"I know. You're right. I just can't get past this gut feeling that something has happened or is going to happen."
He squeezed her hand lightly then drew back and removed the napkin from his lap to set it on the table. "Your gut instincts have never led us wrong in the past. Let's head home, honey, and you can call them from the car."
She looked up at him and smiled a true smile this time, not one that was forced. God, she loved this man. Now in his fifties, he was still as handsome and strong as he was in his twenties. He had beautiful thick dark hair with just a speckling of grey around his temples. His shoulders were broad, his arms strong and his stomach hard and flat. He loved her, cherished her, trusted in her - and she felt the same way about him. Always had and always would.
He now held out his hand, to help her up from her chair. He pulled her up and into his arms then kissed her tenderly on the mouth.
"Thank-you." She said, drawing back to whisper the words against his mouth. "I love you."
He smiled then kissed her again. "Anything for you, baby. I love you too."
They paid their bill then walked hand in hand out to the car located in the restaurant's parking lot. He opened her door, waiting for her to climb in before getting in on the other side, behind the wheel. Once they were underway, Jason took her hand in one of his. While keeping the other on the wheel, he kissed the backs of her fingers lightly.
He wiggled his eyebrows at her, "Wanna recreate our wedding night when we get home?"
She giggled. She couldn't help it. He had that effect on her, making her feel forever young and beautiful. "That definitely sounds like something I'd be interested in."
He gave her a wolfish grin before returning his hand to the steering wheel to concentrate on navigating the road, which was slippery from recent rain and had a steep drop down one side. So she dug through her purse to find her phone and make sure the kids were ok. After dialing Lincoln's number, she raised the phone to her ear as ringing filled the line. Looking across at Jason while waiting for her son to pick up, she frowned. He was rubbing his left arm again but at that moment Lincoln's answering machine picked up.
With that bad feeling increasing, she looked away and left a message, "Hi baby, it's your mama. Just checking in. Call me when you get home. Love you."
He was probably just working another late shift, nothing to worry about. She disconnected the call and was about to try her daughter when Jason groaned from beside her. Turning back to him she put her hand on his shoulder, dread creeping over her. "Jason? Honey, are you alright?"
He was shaking. There was sweat beading on his forehead and he was now clutching at his left arm. "I think ... oh Jesus..."
He groaned again, but it was distinctly strangled this time. As if he could barely get enough air into his lungs through the pain to get the noise out. "Selene ... I think I'm ... having ... a heart attack."
Panic filled her. "It's ok; we'll get you some help. Just pull over."
But it was too late. Headlights blinded her and the sound of blaring horns filled her ears as the car swerved onto the other side of the road before crashing through the guard rail and flying down the embankment into a tree. Her head smashed forward into the dash then rebounded back into the window. She felt something snap in her chest, which all of a sudden made breathing impossible.
With blackness pulling at her, she looked across at Jason. He body covered in bits of glass that sparkled like diamonds in the approaching glare of headlights. There were cuts all over his face and one arm was hanging at an odd angle. Beyond him, the hood of the car had been crushed, the top of the windscreen now meeting the bottom. Steam gushed through the bits and pieces of glass that remained. Selene paused, listening for the approach of footsteps that signaled help was on the way. All was silent except for the groaning of wounded metal and the hissing of steam.
She had to get out of here. Had to get help. Twisting around, she tried to press the seat belt release. Nothing happened. But that didn't matter. The blackness that had been batting at the edge of her consciousness finally closed in. Swamping her down into its welcoming, pain free depths. She had one last thought before darkness claimed her. This was not an accident.