Victoria’s eyes became large dark orbs and her mouth formed an O as he slowly filled her. She took a deep breath and balanced herself as he began to move. She started in surprise as he grabbed her hips and thrust deep. Her body vibrated as he deepened his strong strokes. Lifting her butt up, she became greedy, wanting to catch each sensation as he continued to move deeply into her, her vagina grasping for more. Her begging became more demanded as she pleaded with him to go deeper and harder. “It feels so good,” she whispered. Lifting her head, she opened her eyes and stared at the Council members, smiling. She didn’t care that his brothers were witnessing her total depravity. “What are you doing?’ she protested as Khafil slowed before stopping completely. He attempted to pull out, but she began to move, backing up on him, desperate to keep him inside her still needy vagina. She slowly worked his thickness inside of her until her buttocks touched his stomach. The sensations and hi
“Rest now. We are one, and I will not let anyone harm our family,” he whispered as her eyes closed. Victoria fell asleep with a smile on her face, feeling whole and complete and confident for the first time. She had truly found her other half. ***** Epilogue He sat quietly in the dark, rolling the silver ball between his fingers. He had failed to realize there was a snake among the Sogas and he had failed to secure the one thing that would keep the Chair of Drumhani with the Sogas. Standing, he began pacing the floor, angry with himself for not listening to his instincts and letting his brothers down. He should have killed the deceitful bastard when he first felt the inclination, too. They whispered about him behind his back. Several brothers had spoken about a take-over, but so far no one had been brave enough to challenge him directly for the seat. He felt the anger and disappointment in their stare
Sarim’s Scent Glossary Abuu - vampire leader of all tribe Anglovaxens- Another term for vampires of Caucasian descent. Code of Ethics – Certain rules all Taalib Dumas must follow, set by the Darvan Gods. Darvan Gods – Ruling Gods of Taalib Dumas Desolihates -Name given to isolated tribes of Africa who didn’t associate with the modern Taalib Duma tribes. Humvansi - human vampires Issanvi- the vampire equivalent of sex Imvura- a tribe of Taalib Dumas of mixed descent (African and Caucasian). They are second in numbers and power to the Soga’s. Migrata - the first state of rest Taalib Duma- seeker of blood Tralu - leader of the Imvura Vahothes- Mothers or first protectors of Taalib Dumas Vahantes – Fathers or elder council members of Taalib Dumas Vancanes – underground freezer where humans are kept in a semi-frozen state until feeding time. Vandilum - Drink made from a dying vampire’s blood that renders any male Taalib Duma impotent, except during the full moon. Vrandar Zo
Victoria ignored the concerned, covert glances from the few in attendance at the open grave site. Damn them all. Mother is dead and it is that bastard’s fault. She would avenge her mother’s death and destroy the man who’d reduced her mother from a strong, vibrant woman to a weak, lifeless one. Even if it meant his death, or the death of everything he loved. Closing her eyes, she blocked out the shadowy image of the man responsible, her pathetic excuse for a father.Opening her eyes, she caught several mourners staring at her. Narrowing her eyes at them, they glanced away, worried expressions on their faces. Of course she was making them nervous. They could probably feel the anger emanating from her. She hadn’t shed a tear, made a sound, or turned her gaze away from the casket since the service had started twenty minutes ago. It was the only way she could keep focus. Mom was everything to me—my only family. Blinking rapidly, she undid the braided ponytail and ran her fingers through he
Chapter Two For the past couple of weeks, Khafil had noticed his Chief seemed distracted. Lately Sarim seemed as if he were elsewhere. One incident came to Khafil’s mind. During a crucial conversation in last week’s council meeting, Sarim had zoned out. The other tribal brothers were awaiting the Sarim’s response to a critical matter before the council. Khafil had to regain his Chief’s attention by sending him a mental summons. He had watched Sarim quietly drift in and out of conversations with members of the Soga Vampire Tribe. Khafil knew how to read his Chief’s every move and thought by scanning Sarim’s facial expressions.Khafil had been Sarim’s protector since Khafil reached vaperty, the time when a vampire reached adulthood. He had been primed since birth to serve, counsel, and protect the Chief. His father had protected Sarim’s father, and the father before him had been protector to Sarim’s grandfather. Khafil came from a long line of protectors. His family took the responsibi
Chapter Three Jumping up in alarm, Victoria woke up. How long have I been asleep? Sitting up in her seat, she looked around the bus in panic. It was empty and still. With heart racing, she shot out of her seat, running to the bus door. Practically flying from the bus steps, she landed on the sidewalk and looked up at what appeared to be a Bus Terminal. Where was she? Her heart leaped when she found the entrance and she quickly walked through it, scanning the area for a help desk. Seeing that no one was there, she briskly walked over to it and began ringing the bell insistently. A harried employee stuck his head around the corner. “May I help you?” “Yes, please, can you tell me what town is this?” “Sure, this is Battle Grove, Connecticut.” The clerk walked over to the counter, concern etched on his face. Fumbling through her bus tickets, Victoria did not see a ticket with Battle Grove listed. Sensing her panic, the clerk reached over and took the tickets from her. “Let’s see what
Sarim sat in his office, allowing the silence to clear his thoughts. Khafil remained in the shadows, unseen and unheard. Lately his office was the only place he could find solitude from the chaotic world around him. He should have been thinking of his upcoming journey to the human world, where he was headed later tonight. Instead, his thoughts were on the monthly meeting he’d just dismissed. Tonight, several members of the lesser Taalib Duma tribes were vocalizing concerns about Sarim’s successor. “Who is he?” “Where is he?” and “When is he coming?” Those were just a few of the questions asked. Even though Khafil had warned him the questions were coming, he should have been prepared. Instead, he was deeply unsettled. He had no answers. He’d managed to dissuade his brothers by explaining he still had a few years left and there was no need for the pressing concern. This was true, but Sarim knew it was customary for his successor to be introduced to the tribe by now. The new ruler had to
Zanhoden frowned. For the last hour he was contemplating where his dear Abu was really going. He and his men didn’t buy the “looking for another resting place” nonsense Sarim had hissed out during the meeting. However, Zanhoden would not speak on it publicly. If he did, it would look like pettiness on his part and it wouldn’t be taken seriously. It was a well-known fact that he and Sarim despised one another. Zanhoden’s tribe, the Imvura, had enough to deal with. He didn’t need to add to it by questioning the truthfulness of the Abu’s upcoming whereabouts. Leaning his back against the balcony wall, he smiled. He would soon find out exactly where Sarim was heading. He had an inside source. *** Leaning his lithe, six-foot-two frame against the wall of the dark entrance chamber of their resting lair, Khafil allowed his guard to drop. The entire resting area lay underground, right beneath their headquarters. The underground area equaled the size of two football fields, side-by-side, la