The Immortal, Volume 3
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Chapter 95
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 95 - The final fifteen chapters of Jim’s saga. Hints coalesce, uncovering the new foe. An uneasy alliance is formed, the gods laugh, danger sharpens, and steep costs demand payment. With Mandy and the others, his relationships reach new heights, ones touched by long-forgotten magic.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual CrossDressing Fiction Paranormal Magic Vampires Were animal BDSM MaleDom Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Oral Sex
In a remote corner of Idaho, a snow-filled bowl, denuded of the dark pines on the whitened slopes, enhanced a massive, low-hanging moon’s silvery glow. Toward the round brilliance in a starlit sky, a tall bonfire in the center sent flickering orange tongues. Amid the slushy muck surrounding the flames, hundreds of figures that would make human children scream spiraled and swayed.
Hell, a good number of adults would be screaming as well.
Out there, I was closest to a human, and no sound left me. My chest remained a haven for great swathes of ice. The world had been nothing but a chilly, dark haze since Luka’s message.
Like the others of the Dusk Pride, he was in feral form. Once rich brown fur was now mottled with lighter shades. A muzzle marked with too much gray. His days had become numbered after...
“Gods, she’s gone,” I murmured as another flood of glossiness blurred the flames and the stomping, swaying silhouettes.
Their silence was even more unsettling. Hair prickled on my skin. One more ancient ritual. None would howl before her mate, and he was watching me.
Yet, I couldn’t offer any such sound. That meant admitting the truth, and I didn’t want Lisandra gone. My selfishness said Olympus might choose to return her at any second. Though only meeting a few times a year, she’d been in my life longer than anyone.
Nothing can describe the void in my soul. Even to Mandy, I’d been unable to find words, only muttering that work was calling me away. Yet, she’d noted the pain in my voice, and her whispered “I love you” as I hefted a suitcase contained the warmest hug.
On the flight, even that warmth had faded. Only iciness swaddled me in that orange-lit, quiet bedlam, driving off the last of the anger, or at least keeping at bay.
They’d disobeyed, because of course they would. My pack, if not by word, then by deed. They’d also partially obeyed; Lisandra had not gone alone. Two others had perished alongside her. Plus, Luka’s arms had been swaddled in bandages as he’d confessed through sniffles and yelps. More wounds marked his torso.
To their credit, I had a location. They’d beaten Gary...
“But at what cost?” I muttered to the uncaring moon high above swirling fur and gnashing, silent teeth.
“Lord Iakovos?”
Luka’s whisper brought my focus to him. His dark eyes zipped to the dirt. He was flickering between beast and human form.
Words tried to coalesce in my head. Where to start?
I skipped words. My head dropped backward. The howl hurled toward that vivid moon and the cold thrones far beyond was one never heard.
Only for her.
The sound set off pure chaos. A crescendo of howls, trying to match the heart-rending, world-shaking pain in mine, flew skyward. Flame-tinged, the furred shapes moved much quicker, spinning and snapping at each other while twirling on all fours or leaping onto back paws.
Only Luka and I were stationary. A glance at him, and he lowered to his belly. So much passed from the white-rimmed eyes struggling to meet my gaze.
He was old. So was I. The Dusk Pride needed a leader. One of their kind. He would perish. I would turn and walk away, ending everything we’d built over all that time.
Or...
Lightning struck; my brain sizzled. Charles, drawn to me, now unrestrained and making both his wife’s and my existence better. Never a pet, but since that kitchen fight so many centuries ago, Luka had always been loyal. Ah, fealty. It’s a two-way cart path, rugged trail, or paved highway.
My scan swept the dancing, yowling figures. Twin flashes of gold, peeking at me, then the curled figure at my feet. Youthful sleekness. Rich, glossy, tawny coat, sniffed after by several males.
“Howl,” I snarled at him.
Even as he sent a shaky cry skyward, I tore off my clothes. Quick, measured footfalls took me into the whirling crowd of soft warm fur, gnashing fangs, and sliding razor-sharp claws. The nearest howling floundered, becoming growls that parted before me as the heat rose to an unbearable intensity. On my skin, sweat prickled before evaporating. A quick dip let me snatch a flaming brand from the pile.
With the torch held high, I spun. Flashing gold. Tawniness. My other hand shot past flashing teeth to grip the scruff of the female’s neck. A sharp yelp filled the cacophony. Slippery fur twisted in my fist as I marched free of the crowd. Her hind legs whirled and tapped and rubbed, but the claws stayed away.
Grief is a strange thing. She’d never replace Lisandra. Nobody ever could. But the Dusk Pride must go on, and I owed its sole remaining leader.
Once clear, I halted and locked eyes with the squirming creature. Her golden pools flickered, then dropped. The writhing slowed.
“Change,” I growled.
Sharp, bright white fangs snapped at me, and those twin jewels flashed, but the fur slipped away. Once a svelte physique stood before me, I gave the young beauty a slow inspection. With skin the same golden-brown hue as the fur, she was vibrating, making good-sized, proud breasts jiggle. Slender hips, long, toned legs.
“Name?”
“Iquia, L-Lord Iakovos.”
After a quick nod, I led her by the throat to Luka. His eyes were white-rimmed, flicking between sleek loveliness and me. A shove forward and she stumbled to a halt before him.
“Mate with her. Make lots of puppies.”
Final commands given to him, I spun and faced the others. Heat from both the distant bonfire and the torch melted the iciness in my core. Many figures had slowed, and some slid to a halt, gazing up at us.
“Hear me, Dusk Pride!” All now stopped to face me. “You remain under my protection. Luka is your leader. Iquia is his new mate. Challenge them and face my wrath.”
After tossing aside the brand to sizzle in a snowbank, I marched closer, baring my chest and teeth. Growls came from several of the beefier males, but each was met by my glare. Tails lowered, then curled. Hackles melted into spines. Eyes dropped and lips sealed.
Nope, didn’t look back while turning to retrieve my clothes. A final forced grin swept Luka and his new ... bride. Oh, my heart still ached as if punched, but my footsteps remained steady, crunching ever upward through deep iciness until the bonfire’s glow died and howls began to echo once more.
At home, after a flight that was nothing more than a blur, I collapsed into bed. Was I surprised to find soft warmth snuggling into my spine and lips pressing my neck? No, Mandy knew me far too well by then.
The shock arrived later that night.
Heart thumping, I came awake to find a dark silhouette framed in the open bedroom doorway. Curvaceous, so not Charlene. A mélange of fragrances came from the figure. Elegant and expensive perfume, but unrecognized. A woodsy scent. A fainter aroma I couldn’t place.
My heartbeat raced quicker as my brain zipped into overdrive. Mi? No, the shadow was too tall; not that the Fae couldn’t use such a glamour, but that wasn’t her style.
When the silent woman walked closer, my pulse soared. Although I started to move, a slender hand waved, and every muscle relaxed. My body collapsed onto the mattress.
The frame creaked as she sat on the foot of the bed. Straight black hair framed raw beauty. Obsidian eyes twinkled from a dark copper complexion. A curve-hugging gown of pastel blue parted to display toned thighs as long legs crossed.
Despite the sudden oppressiveness filling the air, a strange calm snatched, but its attempt to swaddle me failed. Her brow furrowed.