life...made him happy.
The night was as perfect as any back home, but the open vista of sky and sea beckoned, and he set the wine glass back on the table. A long leisurely swim was what he needed right now, so he hurled over the side of the balcony, the 20 foot drop nothing for a vampire, and enjoyed every footfall in the soft sand as he walked from the house into the warm Pacific waters. The movement of the waves against his skin felt like soft fingers caressing him, and he closed his eyes to imagine a sensuous woman attached to those fingers. Sex was essential to vampires, and particularly to one as powerful and masculine as Ahmose, but he had found little satisfaction since his destiny had manifested by making him a father but not a mate.
He was creating the beautiful first blood children that his destiny had promised, but not with the mate he had expected. He had hoped to find the mother of his children and a woman to love.
Watching Starla’s passion with Jacob made it more difficult to accept this odd turn of fate, but one cannot question the universe. It gives its gifts as it sees fit and he knew that there was order in the events. Now, what he needed was the solitude he had found here. He would ask nothing else of the universe at this moment.
With the stars and the moon above, warm buoyant waters beneath him, Ahmose felt at one with the Mother, a sacred relationship that meant everything to him. Yet it had been strained for some time now, and he had been terrified he may never get it back. The relationship with the living planet was the tie that bound everything in his life together and if it had become irreparably broken, he would not be able to be ruler of the children of the moon. The Mother only knew what would happen with the children’s destiny if that were to occur. He could not let it be so.
Now, though, calm, content, he felt the tethers reconnecting to his history, to the Mother, to the moon, and thought that mayhap he need not worry…it would all be good in the end.
The swim finished, he felt incredibly energized. As he walked from the sea, his cock began to fill. After all, he was vampire and the thing had a mind of its own. Perhaps he would visit one of the local establishments for socialization and seek a companion for the night. He had in mind a lovely blonde with a full, luscious figure. It had been too long. He slid his hand down the insistent organ.
“All right, all right, perhaps tonight,” he promised it and himself.
After he finished this time of self-indulgence, he needed to check in at home, and then he wanted to continue to search for Lamont and Claude. Their organization had to be destroyed, quickly and to a devastating degree, so that it could not rise again. He would not stop until the threat to his family and friends was eliminated.
An oversized thick towel lay over a strangely shaped chair and he grabbed it to dry off. His eyes moved to the magnificent body of water, and watched the moon bounce its light in millions of fractures, sparkling off of the undulating waves. Nothing more than the sounds of the waves rolling onto the shore interrupted his serenity.
God, this was heaven .
Once he’d stopped the worst of the dripping, he threw the towel back onto the chair to dry and started back up to the house. Realizing he was hungry, he would get something before he headed out to find his company. His hand lingering on his cock, which was serious about its attention, his eyes were drawn to the road, where an odd sound and some movement caught his eye. It was prudent to make sure he was secure, so he headed towards it to check it out before he went back to the beach house. He was still naked, but nudity did not concern him.
Behind a row of low bushes, Cheeto smacked Moonpie in the mouth.
“What the fuck?” Moonpie yelled as loud as possible while trying to whisper.
“Look, he heard you. I told you
The night was as perfect as any back home, but the open vista of sky and sea beckoned, and he set the wine glass back on the table. A long leisurely swim was what he needed right now, so he hurled over the side of the balcony, the 20 foot drop nothing for a vampire, and enjoyed every footfall in the soft sand as he walked from the house into the warm Pacific waters. The movement of the waves against his skin felt like soft fingers caressing him, and he closed his eyes to imagine a sensuous woman attached to those fingers. Sex was essential to vampires, and particularly to one as powerful and masculine as Ahmose, but he had found little satisfaction since his destiny had manifested by making him a father but not a mate.
He was creating the beautiful first blood children that his destiny had promised, but not with the mate he had expected. He had hoped to find the mother of his children and a woman to love.
Watching Starla’s passion with Jacob made it more difficult to accept this odd turn of fate, but one cannot question the universe. It gives its gifts as it sees fit and he knew that there was order in the events. Now, what he needed was the solitude he had found here. He would ask nothing else of the universe at this moment.
With the stars and the moon above, warm buoyant waters beneath him, Ahmose felt at one with the Mother, a sacred relationship that meant everything to him. Yet it had been strained for some time now, and he had been terrified he may never get it back. The relationship with the living planet was the tie that bound everything in his life together and if it had become irreparably broken, he would not be able to be ruler of the children of the moon. The Mother only knew what would happen with the children’s destiny if that were to occur. He could not let it be so.
Now, though, calm, content, he felt the tethers reconnecting to his history, to the Mother, to the moon, and thought that mayhap he need not worry…it would all be good in the end.
The swim finished, he felt incredibly energized. As he walked from the sea, his cock began to fill. After all, he was vampire and the thing had a mind of its own. Perhaps he would visit one of the local establishments for socialization and seek a companion for the night. He had in mind a lovely blonde with a full, luscious figure. It had been too long. He slid his hand down the insistent organ.
“All right, all right, perhaps tonight,” he promised it and himself.
After he finished this time of self-indulgence, he needed to check in at home, and then he wanted to continue to search for Lamont and Claude. Their organization had to be destroyed, quickly and to a devastating degree, so that it could not rise again. He would not stop until the threat to his family and friends was eliminated.
An oversized thick towel lay over a strangely shaped chair and he grabbed it to dry off. His eyes moved to the magnificent body of water, and watched the moon bounce its light in millions of fractures, sparkling off of the undulating waves. Nothing more than the sounds of the waves rolling onto the shore interrupted his serenity.
God, this was heaven .
Once he’d stopped the worst of the dripping, he threw the towel back onto the chair to dry and started back up to the house. Realizing he was hungry, he would get something before he headed out to find his company. His hand lingering on his cock, which was serious about its attention, his eyes were drawn to the road, where an odd sound and some movement caught his eye. It was prudent to make sure he was secure, so he headed towards it to check it out before he went back to the beach house. He was still naked, but nudity did not concern him.
Behind a row of low bushes, Cheeto smacked Moonpie in the mouth.
“What the fuck?” Moonpie yelled as loud as possible while trying to whisper.
“Look, he heard you. I told you
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