Lorian felt it with his whole self. Like it washes over him, reaching into his veins, tendons and flesh.
The falling lights that right now were brushing the sky with fire. The stars that swallowed darkness into their open mouths. The moon that beamed over Dal’coler, a stellar hunter pursuing the sun’s light.
The night was feeding him slowly with its powers, when he sent the tendrils of shadows between the trees and among nocturnal voids.
It was pleasant and invigorating, a taste of his land, which he savored like the finest wine. A taste of all who lived here, and unbound nature that thrived with snow and ice.
Something slipped through the door to the balcony. Someone. Someone with wings and aura of light, which started to insistently push at his darker one.
His eyes closed, his fingers clenched on the edge of the intricate balustrade cracked by the vines.
“Lorian…”
He felt her chin on his shoulder. Her hands embraced him in the waist and she pressed into his form like a wild cat. Ah, how he loved that. To feel her so close. To be able to enter her soul and see what she wants. Delicious feeling that was as overwhelming as the night itself.
With his eyes still closed, he smiled, a pleased grin. He allowed her hands to wander over his body.
“My beautiful raven.”
“I liked how you dealt with the girl today” she purred, a low, deep, seductive voice. “His brother killed our kind, though. I hope you prepare the punishment worth its fault.”
“His mind is young, scared and innocent. I am hungry for his purity, a real treat for senses. But his gift, for which I long most… became an obstacle of its own.”
She reached with her hand to his hair and moved a lock of hair, which fell on his forehead, pitch black, like the night under their feet. He caught her by her hand, she allowed that, when his lips touched her wrist and kissed it, his sharp fangs brushing over her skin.
Blood pulsed in her veins, blue and hot. And he always wanted to spill it. Unsatiated lover, bathing in azure each time when they fed on each other’s passion.
She knew what lits his flame. His cravings dark and cruel, as the land he was ruling over.
“The love for his sister should be enough of a lever to make him arrive” he sighed into her skin, his black eyes shining with reflected stars. “But his flame stirred in him, just as I wanted. Avel fulfilled her purpose.”
“Why you sent for him just now? Why not earlier?” Nymre shook her head.
“His flame was not ready. I see the minds of the gods” he chuckled, charmingly. “They coddled him like a toddler in a craddle. Preparing him. Testing my patience and my endurance. What a beautiful justice – to awake him just… when I craved him most.”
She knew what he planned, and her hopes, her hunger, was reaching so deep. Lorian promised her the taste of stars and she latched to it, pulling by every thread which it sprouted.
They won’t drink from them. They won’t destroy almost painful beauty they radiate with. They won’t eat them, feasting on their souls like humans feast on rotting meat.
They deserve to be dark suns over both lands and beyond. The thought that it could end, was like a hook in open skin, painful and agonizing. Nymre disliked being powerless. It was too… final.
The dark slowly rushed through him, a mix of pleasure and pain, which told him he has enough. The tendrils of shadows retracted and his body swallowed them all. His eyes suddenly became dim, like gloomy, foggy night.
Nymre got so close again, letting him grab her by her waist, easily allowing him to press to her, just as she did moments ago. It was too tempting to not yearn for it. They both felt as their blood becomes hotter. As their minds start to swirl around fulfillment – like his shadows.
“The girl will be an amusing break from usual boredom” smiled Nymre, a dark glint in her big, blue eyes, almost hidden under the shadows created by her mask. “I always enjoy what sits in your head. Your imagination is… inspiring.”
“Are you bored?” he responded with a grin and ran his finger through her thick white hair. She sighed feeling as his touch sends sparks of blacklight into her skin.
“Perhaps” a dark mischief in her words.
“Perhaps…” he inhaled her elusive scent, of lilies and ocean breeze. “… I should give you special treatment. Something you truly need.”
She breathed fast, feeling as his hand went lower.
“And what do I truly need…?” her voice reaching the depth of lost caverns and frozen passages under the mountains.
His shadows crept in and when his hand laid on her chest, they seemed to sink into her skin, making her open her eyes wider, her breath even faster.
“Darkness.”
He was ruling over darkness. And she really deserved it now.