Your Life Or Mine

Chapter 8: The Trouble With Vampyres And Demons

The Queen was in her chambers with two strapping guards lying naked cross her bed, their thickly muscled buttocks striped from her leather riding crop, sweat streaming down her lithe nubile body. Her gossamer wings were gorged with blood from excitement.

One of her chambermaids slipped through the door blushing and trying not to look at the superb display of male flesh. ​"My Queen!"she said demurely.

Annoyed, the Queen slapped her crop across her hand, making the chambermaid jump. ​"What is it child, I don't have all night for you to drool over my guards!" ​

The maid stole another glance and said,"There is a witch here to see you, and she says it's important. She refuses to talk to anyone but you. And she looks a fright, scratched and bleeding all over the floor!" ​

"Rub her down with pine gum and rose water, and bring her to me in the throne room. It better be important or you'll be lying here beside those two!" The Queen losing some of her annoyance, chided the maid...giving her a leer worthy of any man. ​The maid giggled nervously blushing even deeper crimson stole one more glance and ran to do as her Queen commanded. ​

"Roll over boys!" The Queen told the guards maliciously, and when they did, she gave each a love tap. "I'll be back to take care of you two later,"she promised, and left the expansive bedroom locking the door behind her.

​Verlak tied the stallion to a sapling and slid down. Quietly he crept along the riverbank following his nose toward the smell of Fae. ​He was almost to the camp when a grey mare and rider burst through the tree line in a full gallop. Another Fae was slumped over the mare's shoulders, in front of the rider he could see, as the mare thundered past, headed in the direction of the witches' camp. ​

"By the Seven Hells!" Verlak swore. A toadstool kicked up by the mares hooves struck him in the chest. Verlak picked it up and grinned. Looking where the riders had passed,he found a clump of eight more.​

Rikel awoke to find Joab moaning and sweating, his skin icy cold to the touch. This was not good...they were a long way from any town that Rikel knew of. He bathed Joab's face with a wet rag but his pallor, and the fact that his skin was so cold, scared Rikel. He wrestled his lover onto his shoulder and managed to get him on the back of his mare.

He didn't bother with the saddle, just swung up onto her and nudged Joab's limp body forward, until he could ride and still keep Joab on. ​Rikel kicked the mare in the flanks and rode in the general direction of the road, one hand clutching the back of Joab's jerkin.

"Get help first he thought, then we can come back later for the gelding and saddles!" ​As he tore through the trees, he saw a tall demon with yellow eyes, sword in hand, glaring at him as he passed. "He was up to no good!" Rikel thought to himself. He should be coming up on the road by now. To his right he saw wagons and nosed the mare that way.​

As Rem and the coven master talked, a commotion broke out at the edge of the camp. A tall yellow haired Fae had blasted into the camp with a wounded partner on a lathered grey mare. The witches helped get the wounded man off the horse, stripped him, and made a bed for him in one of the wagons. ​

The tall Fae was excitedly telling the witches about the attack the night before. Raen went over to the wagon where a couple of witches were tending the hurt Fae. Examining the wound on Joab's shoulder he pondered the situation. ​"If he were human we would cut off his head,but I have never heard of a Fae becoming vampyre. It's probably infection from the vampyre's venom. We'll treat it with a poultice and keep a close eye on our young friend if he makes it. He's young, so maybe he'll fight it off." Raen said.