Embrace of the Lycan - Chapter 16

Chapter 16
Lucian’s men had cleared away the debris of the battle and disposed of the bodies. Most of his men had come away relatively unharmed and everyone now had had time to recuperate.

During the invasion, they had enjoyed the element of surprise. The castle guards that had been on duty were slightly inebriated as they had begun celebrating their Captain’s impending nuptials earlier in the day.

There had been one or two noble folk remaining that had hidden when the invasion started. Lucian had surprisingly shown mercy and allowed them to leave.

Raze was following Lucian out to the courtyard. He was worried about his leader, who hardly left his room – Krisztina’s room – over the last few days but he wanted to say farewell to Kristo.

Kristo and his men, who had rejoined Lucian to help breach the castle, was readying to leave.

Lucian appeared amongst them and walked up to Kristo. He placed his hand on the other man’s shoulder and thanked him.

‘Your help was invaluable Kristo. We would not have found this so easy without you. But it is not over.’

He turned then, to face the rest of the gathered Lycan.

‘Your old masters, the Vampires, have returned. The elders are seeking to repopulate this land and will be looking once more to enslave us to provide them with daytime guards.’

He paused for a moment to see if this had registered with his men.

‘Kristo, you are a free man right now. But Markus will be gathering an army as we speak. I know the Vampires far better than most of you and I know what their priorities are. Land, food, security… and wealth. They will be growing in numbers everyday.’

Kristo asked, ‘What are you suggesting we do?’

‘You and your men are free to leave this place – or you can stay,’ he answered. ‘Together, we could build an army of Lycans the like of which has never been seen. I do not know how long we have but I would imagine it is only a matter of weeks before Markus hears what happened here today and sends an army of his own to reclaim this prize.’

There were nods of agreement around the group.

‘Are you with me!’ he yelled. A sea of fists rose in the air, as they all cheered their agreement.

‘You! You and you!’ He pointed at three of his men stood nearby. ‘Go, travel to nearby estates as we have done once before. Convince the slaves there to join us. In return, we can offer them their freedom and immortality.’

‘The rest of you, we need to organise our defences, lookouts, and supplies.’

He marched off towards the great hall, taking with him his Lieutenants Sabas, János, Kristo and Raze. They talked all afternoon and late into the night. Finally, once plans had been agreed, Lucian dragged his weary body up to his room. His men left, confident with the plans. Lucian was a natural General and commanded the utmost respect from his men. None of them had any military training, but they had a great leader, enhanced strength and speed, and most importantly, a vast desire to win. This fight was not about earning coin, but earning respect and freedom for themselves and future generations.

Some food had been left in his room for him, but he did not feel particularly hungry. As he approached the bedroom, his eyes invariably travelled to the bloodstained floorboards where Krisztina’s human life had ended and her vampiric one started.

He peeled off his clothes and climbed under the sheet which was cool against his skin. His mind was still racing with the things that needed to be done, but his body and exhaustion took control and before he knew it he was fast asleep.

He awoke sometime later, as he felt cold. He reached for the sheet, presuming it had fallen and instead of touching linen, his hands found grass. His eyes flew open as all the rest of his senses caught up. He was not in his bed. It was still dark, and the moon was already in her waning phase. By his very nature, he was sensitive to the phases of the moon and knew instinctively that this was the same night that he had gone to his bedchamber, yet he could not see the castle anywhere in sight.

He heard someone approaching. Not in the least self conscious about being naked, he was more concerned that he had no weapon. He was about to start the transformation into his Lycan form, when he saw that the interloper was Krisztina. As she moved towards him, his breath was taken away. She had been quite lovely in life, but now her beauty was luminescent. Her hair hung long, curly and glossy around her shoulders. A look he much preferred than the tightly curled and dressed hair that she had worn on her wedding night.

Even her movement had changed. Gone was the trudge of the weary barmaid, to be replaced by the lithe grace of a predator. Her skin glowed with a radiance to rival the moon, soft and pale. Her eyes were bright and a smile came to her lips as she neared him. She was wearing a pale gown, which looked to be made of an almost sheer material. It hugged and defined her curves and gave a subtle hint of the curves it hid.

‘Krisztina! I am happy to see that you still live. Where is this place? Have you come back to me?’ He grabbed her as soon as she was within reach and pulled her toward him, crushing his lips desperately against hers.

‘Shush my love. I am with you now, is that not enough?’

She continued to kiss him passionately. As they devoured each other, he soon lost the will to talk and instead wanted to act. As they tumbled to the ground, Krisztina ran her hands all over his muscled body and his eager manhood. He in turn peeled off the light gown she wore to reveal the voluptuous breasts, small waist and rounded hips that he remembered.

As she sat on his lap, his hands smoothed and stroked her breasts. Krisztina gently rocked herself in his lap and stroked the wetness of her body on his hard length until he could stand it no longer and thrust himself deep into her core. They were a perfect fit for each other. As she rose and sank onto him in long deep strokes, he watched her face which was a mask of pleasure and need.

Her skin gleamed against his golden brown complexion. He kissed and lightly bit her neck and was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure. He twisted then so that she was now underneath, driving him deeper and deeper. She wrapped her legs round him and let out a moan of pleasure. He rode the waves of her orgasm and then allowed his own release.

As their passion subsided, he held onto her tightly. Her head was rested on his chest and he gently stroked her back.

‘Krisztina, do not leave me. Stay with me.’

She lifted her head, and looked into his emerald eyes.

‘I love you Lucian.’ Her eyes lightened to the ice blue and she barred her fangs which she suddenly plunged into his neck.

The pain made him sit up quickly. His hands flew against his throat in protection. He was alone, in his bedchamber, under the sheet.

He laid back then, his heartbeat and breath returning quickly to normal, yet his heart ached anew. He thought she had returned to him yet it had been just a dream, or some evil succubus taunting him with images of his fair Krisztina.


To be continued...