Pandora's Box
Copyright© 2005 by dstar
Chapter 29
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 29 - Senseless tragedy left Gabriel barely hanging on. Then, on his thirtieth birthday, a teenage girl shows up to lead him into the arms of irresistable temptation. Life became complicated enough, then they discovered that he wasn't even human...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa ft/ft Ma/Ma Consensual Romantic Heterosexual First Water Sports
Lucien reached out and picked up one of the larger fragments of glass and wiped it carefully with a piece of gauze. He lay it along his wrist and sliced slowly, leaving a long, bleeding gash. He didn't wince, or show any sign of pain, but Pandora flinched and hid her face against Gabriel's shoulder for a moment before peeking back. The blood welled, a dark, rich red that had a subtle gold glow to it ... inhuman, but not as much so as Gabriel's. "I swear by my blood," he said, "That everything I have said about Lucifer is the truth as far as I know, and that He is not evil, and has never been evil by His choice. I am not in possession of any information that would contradict anything I have said about that. In my opinion, without reservation, the best interests of humanity lie in believing what I have said tonight, as Lucifer and his allies wish for greater freedom and happiness for humanity, and seek to diminish pain where they can. I do not promise, though, that belief brings only happiness and comes without complication. I simply promise that what I have said is truth. What you make of it is up to you, as always. Freedom includes the freedom to make mistakes."
Gabriel looked at Pandora, looking for her reaction.
Lucien waited, unconcerned, raising his arm and idly licking at the stream of blood with a tongue that seemed just a touch too long for a human. The bleeding stopped as he ran his tongue along the cut.
Pandora bit her lip, looking thoughtful. "That's actually ... well ... it seems honest," she admitted grudgingly. "If he'd promised that everything would be all happiness and light, I wouldn't believe it for a second, but that sounds just hard enough to be believable."
Gabriel nodded. "I think so, too." He looked at Lucien, smiling slightly. "So. You want to give us the rest of the recruitment pitch?"
Lucien smiled, laying his now unmarked arm on the table. "If you believe me, then you should realize by now the strength of the enemy. The One-God is a true god, just as my father is. Most of them are ... ah ... archetypes that exist from culture to culture, time to time. Sun. Moon. Death. Chaos. Love. They all have a true-god, represented sometimes by many aspects, many faces. I was sired by the Aztec aspect of the Sun. One of the Four, Meshael, was given His powers by Death wearing the face of Anubis, an Egyptian god. But the One-God is different." He sighed, and paused for a moment to motion to attract the attention of a waitress and hold up three fingers.
"Of all of the gods, only the One-God insists that there is no other. Some may require that their followers worship only them, but they don't demand that they believe a lie. This is what makes him so dangerous, because as I have said, belief is power. And to the gods who are not true gods, belief is life itself. If everyone ceased to believe in Lucifer, He would die. It would take a lot ... every mention of His name would have to be erased, every person who harbored the least bit of belief would have to be gone, but it could happen. It has happened before. It is what the One-God wants to happen to all of them. He would destroy the other true gods, if he could." Lucien stopped to allow the waitress to set the three crystal wineglasses on the table. They were far higher quality than anything else in the club, and filled with a thick, gold liquid that almost seemed to glow.
Gabriel looked at the glasses curiously.
Lucien smiled, picked up his glass and took a sip, closing his eyes in pleasure. "It's my private stock. Atlantean Firewine. It hasn't been made in ten thousand years. It's older than I am, in fact. I received a case of it a few hundred years ago, in trade for making a Seelie lord's dream come true. I have a couple of bottles left, and I'll miss it when it's gone. It's like nothing else."
Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "I thought they wouldn't let Pandora drink."
"This is ... different," Lucien said. "Brandon knows that I will attend to any issues it may cause, and only the cruelest heart would deny someone a once in a lifetime pleasure because of anything so foolish as a legality."
Pandora looked up at Gabriel uncertainly, as if asking permission.
"Different how?" Gabriel asked.
"It wouldn't show up on a blood test, or in her breath or in any other way. Firewine lingers on the tongue then goes straight to the soul. It is a special, magical thing. And, as I said, it would take a monster to deny her the opportunity, and having sampled it, he knows that."
Gabriel hesitated. "Straight to the soul?"
Lucien sighed. "For a lhiannan sidhe, you have remarkably little poetry in your soul. Taste it. It's perfectly safe."
Gabriel lifted his glass and took a small sip.
The taste was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Sweet, crisp, warm and rich, and explosion of taste that filled his senses, sending a pleasurable tingle down his spine and quickening the beat of his heart. He could smell flowers, their scent heavy and sweet in air that suddenly felt warm and moist, with a hint of a salty sea breeze. He could hear music, delicate flutes, bells, the almost liquid trill of a harp. A feeling of joy, of belonging, of being part of something divinely beautiful filled him, lifted all heaviness from his heart, leaving him with a moment of utter peace. The illusions faded quickly, but they left a lingering feeling of well-being and contentment.
Gabriel regarded the glass in his hand with wonder. "That's ... amazing."
The demon smiled. "I like to remind people, sometimes, that not only evil comes from the Sidhe. They're a people capable of great beauty when they choose."
"Thank you," Gabriel said quietly. "That ... makes me feel a lot better."
"I thought it might," Lucien said, then pointed out casually, "She's still waiting on your permission, you know."
Pandora blushed and looked down.
Gabriel blinked. "What? Oh. Go ahead, love."
"I wasn't really ... well, I guess I was. I'm ... sorry? I think?" Pandora looked more than a little confused.
Gabriel laughed. "It's okay, love. We're still figuring things out."
She smiled and rubbed her cheek against his arm, the reached for the glass and took a cautious sip. Her eyes closed, and her breath caught in her throat then released in a long, musical 'oooooh!' of pleasure. The expression on her face, as Gabriel looked down at her, was almost identical to the one she wore immediately after orgasm.
"God, you're beautiful," he said.
Her eyes fluttered open, still drowsy and dark with pleasure, and she licked a clinging gold drop off her lower lip and looked up at him longingly.
Gabriel stroked her hair. "I love you," he said softly.
Pandora leaned into the touch, closing her eyes again. Softly, she sang along to the music still echoing in her head, her pure, sweet voice caressing the notes ... no words, just the simple melody, but the effect was still startling. He felt the notes, as if they were a physical thing, a presence running up and down his spine, an intimate caress that caused him to stiffen in the tight leather pants, and to freeze, unable to even breathe, to move, except for his hand tightening in her hair.
After just a few, eternal seconds, her voice trailed off as the music in her head faded away, and she opened her eyes, smiling up at him.
"That..." Gabriel swallowed. "That was beautiful, love."
Her brow furrowed slightly. "What was?"
"The singing. You have a beautiful voice."
She smiled, "Oh! That's so sweet. Thank you." She turned and kissed his wrist lingeringly, then blushed as she remembered all of a sudden that they had an audience. She slid down in the chair, trying to make herself small enough to hide behind him.
Lucien was watching silently, with a satisfied expression.
Gabriel stroked Pandora's hair. "Okay," he said, looking at Lucien. "There are ... a lot of other things I need to know. What's the price?"
"It would depend on what you wanted to know," Lucien answered, sipping from his glass. "But, if you were to pledge to Lucifer or one of the others of the Four, you would be entitled to our support as well, and quite a bit of what I could tell you would be in our best interests for you to know. The rest could reasonably be considered fair exchange for your support."
"Who are the others?" Gabriel asked.
Lucien said, "There is Meshael, First Fallen and Lord of Twilight. He began as an angel of death, and was cast down for standing up for the humans he guided into the next world. He was cast down as a human, but Death chose to make him his immortal avatar, cheating the Enslaver of his kill. He stands for the Darkness, and protects those who live in the Night. He's a sensual creature, and those who love the taste and feel of blood often choose him."
"That doesn't sound all that ... ah... 'good'," Pandora said, hesitantly.
"He is not evil," Lucien said. "He is ... different. But he, more than any of the others, is a protector of humanity. He truly cares about humans. He doesn't need their belief to survive ... he's survived countless centuries without it, and had no real desire to take on the role of a god, until his brothers showed him the necessity. He is the most human of the Four, and the only one who can truly offer his loyal followers eternal life."
Gabriel's hand tightened on his glass. "He can?"
Pandora frowned, looking suspicious.
Lucien nodded. "He can. It's rare for him to do so, but he can. Or rather, his mate can. She is the only one he has ever brought over himself, and I rather think that it will remain that way, as she would not tolerate otherwise. However ... you're as immortal as his Children are, already. You could gain a bit from the conversion, but for your kind it holds great danger with no guarantee of you surviving the procedure. There is a good reason there are almost no elven vampires ... most of them do not consider it worth the risk."
Gabriel shook his head. "I'm not worried about me."
"Vampires." Pandora shook her head. "Vampires, he said, Gabriel."
Gabriel nodded. "I heard, love. I'm ... well, not really surprised."
"Gabriel, I don't want to be a vampire!"
Gabriel looked at her. "Would you rather die?" he asked, looking pained. "I'm immortal, love. I don't want to lose you."
"I..." She reached for his hand, holding it to her chest and caressing it. "I don't know. I don't think I could do it. I don't think I could hurt people just to stay alive." She looked up at him unhappily. "Gabriel, I couldn't kill anyone, I just couldn't."
Gabriel blinked. "You're assuming you'd have to."
"Well, yeah. I mean, vampires. That's what they do," she said.
"Not always," Lucien said, sounding amused.
"Right," Gabriel said. "In most of the stories I've read, they just need blood." He smiled. "I think I could live with you biting my neck..."
Pandora looked skeptical. "Your blood has that magic metal in it and no iron. It might not be any good. And it's more than biting, it's, you know, puncturing. I couldn't hurt you like that."
"You're making many assumptions on little information," Lucien said. "I can tell you about Lynx Clan, their needs, and their laws. I think you'll be surprised."
She still looked skeptical, but she nodded. "Alright ... um, Lynx Clan?"
"That's what those descended from Meshael are called. The name he used until his brothers found him and persuaded him to take back his own was Trevan Lynx. There are many lines of vampires in the world, but Lynx is by far the most powerful. They do not need to kill, and if they choose, their bite can give tremendous pleasure. They are strong, fast, and deadly. Usually, their needs are met by very willing donors ... Trevan and Silk keep a few dozen human 'employees' at their estate who are extremely well cared for. They do hunt, sometimes, but only those who need hunting. I've heard that Silk's favorite hunting method is to go trolling for rapists. She's quite lovely, and quite small and helpless looking, you see."
"I ... see. I guess," she said. "So they still can think? Control themselves?"
Lucien nodded. "Yes, but it takes a bit of time to gain that control. During the first year or so ... the time varies depending on the strength of the young vampire ... their Sire stays with them, keeps a mental control to keep them from doing something they'd later regret. With that time, their blood needs decrease and their control increases until, eventually, they're safe to release. Accidents have happened ... but not in Lynx Clan. Silk takes good care of her Kittens."
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