'It's a little hard to believe ten years have passed since the day Dahlia brought us here, but then again it feels like much longer has passed for me at the same time, as I'm living two separate lives one in the village and another with Freya and Dahlia.
Dahlia is…shameless the three of us sleeping in the same bed, I swear she makes me spend almost all day…with a hard on, just so she can milk me dry at night but what she doesn't get is it's not only from her and Freya but also because of Vonya, Ayana and Tatia, Freya and I sneak some private time to "help" each other…but we both know Dahlia is watching…pleasuring herself to us.'
'There's just one little detail that has been bugging me, where the fuck are all the monsters? I mean sure you might hear the rare mention of a dragon or sea monster but other than that nothing.'
"Aunt Dahlia, what happened to the magical creatures some of your scrolls depict?" I ask the woman as she puts the finishing touches on a stew.
"Hmm, I thought I told you of this before…long ago a child of the king of the gods and a mortal one, broke into the divine realm and stole godly power and released it here, allowing humans to harness magic, the gods being enraged shaped all manner of monsters from the elements and set them upon the humans, seven great and powerful witch clans come together and created Malivore a creature to hunt down and kill all monsters."
"For every monster Malivore dealt with the gods would create two more, until Malivore finally set it's eyes on the gods themselves, the gods went into hiding unable to create more monsters while hidden Malivore returned to his original mission removing the monster from the world of man a mission it still carries out to this day."
"Then why does Malivore not attack werewolves? Surely they'd be extinct by now if it did…" I trail off as I walk up behind Aunt Dahlia, "Were our ancestors part of creating Malivore?" I continue to question Dahlia curiously as I press my groin up against her shapely firm behind and rest my hands against her curvy perfect for child bearing hips.
"It doesn't because werewolves are merely cursed humans empowered by powerful magics, and yes…our ancestors were involved in Malivore's creation." Dahlia answers my question but her body language becomes tense, "You seem rather stressed Dahlia." I murmur while sliding my resting hands from her hips, for a moment before sliding them up her abdomen to her large perky breasts.
"Ohh–Vidar." Dahlia starts to moan and says my name but clears her throat.
"It's nothing for you to worry over, Vidar."
"But I worry about you often, Aunt Dahlia…does your own touch not satisfy you anymore…not after watching how Freya and I play with one another? When you think…we think you aren't watching." I tease as I question her. I've long since noticed the way Dahlia had started to look at me with desire the more my body turned from boy to man.
"You…you knew this whole time?" Dahlia asks shocked as her breathing becomes heavier and she starts pushing her firm ass cheeks against my groin.
"Of course…I've been enjoying watching you squirm this past year and the way you try to muffle my name on your lips when you tend to yourself has made it extremely difficult for me to hold back." I murmur as I start pulling open Dahlia's robe/dress and placing kisses along her shoulder and neck.
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Village
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Where Dahlia taught Freya and I to sink deeper into our bond for power and neglected to teach control, Ayana would have me through my clone practice control by having me pull energy from her in a monitored setting, whenever I would start to take too much and or loose control from the euphoria of siphoning either Mikael or Vonya would wack me with the blunt side of one of their blades, though it usually required Ayana to signal them if I was taking too much from her…the losing control part was usually plainly obvious to see.
In between training my control over my Siphoning abilities, Ayana also continues my training in herbs, plants, spells and using telekinesis, that's not to say Dahlia neglected these fields but she had different approaches and not all of the plants/herbs were the same being on a different continent.
Mikael trains Vonya, myself and Finn in combat, hunting, tracking and a few other skills/trades he has picked up over the years like nautical navigation and ship repair…after losing Freya Mikael stopped going on periodical raids…only concentrating on reinforcing the borders of his territory and that of the native allied tribes.
Something I've noticed is Mikael has grown progressively colder to every child after me with every passing year, it's like he despises them for not being as strong or as prodigious at combat as me…even though they are still only children Elijah is only a young boy right now but he is already proving to be a prodigious tracker and archer with a budding talent for magic, Finn has some skill with magic but is rather weak for some reason.
Even as a small child Niklaus has a natural talent for the sword but his artsy nature is something Mikael greatly detests, when Rebekah is first born I see a flash of the old Mikael being shown to the other children, even Klaus, as a baby Mikael seemed to distance himself from Klaus even though he hadn't shown any outward disgust for him.
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Undisclosed location, Dahlia's home
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I couldn't help but smile while sinking back into my main body, because father has started to take on a bit more lax parenting style with the newborn Rebecca and the nine month old Kol.
As I return to my main body as the sunlight starts to filter in through the gaps in the shutters, Dahlia's naked body pressing against mine her head on my left shoulder as Freya's hands
Grip and stroke my cock her head laying on my thigh, "How is everyone? How is baby Rebekah? I bet she's so adorable." Freya asks with such an infectious energy and hunger for information I can't help but smile as she starts peppering the head of my cock with her soft lips.
"Oh she's quite the sweet baby and has worked her way into father's heart already. Everyone is fine for the most part. Father caught Niklaus whittling with his favorite knife, and punished him a bit too harshly and I had to step in, Niklaus for his part and took it with a stiff lip.
Elijah is the ever protective brother of Nik, Finn is trying to court Tatia…but he doesn't know I've claimed her womb already.
Vonya and I are to be wed soon…"
"Good, I'm pleased…but I will always be your first wife."
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Village
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Rebekah develops colic and Mikael becomes steely to all but me.
It's kind of a guilty pleasure…but I always feel good knowing that Mikael has never stopped being the loving father that I can clearly remember laboriously feeding me lamb's milk through a leather bladder…at least to me.
"Vidar…" I hear Vonya call to me as a breath of cold winter air hits my back, from the opening of the entrance of my and Ayana's hut.
"Yeah?" I call back to her, before another gust of cold air hits me, "Get your ass in here, you're letting the heart out." I tell her my voice becomes steely with commanding.
Vonya laughs but the cold air stops flowing inside, there's a rustle of clothing and I soon feel Vonya's cool but rapidly warming bare flesh against my back, her large soft breasts, her calloused hands gently brush over my skin.
"Have you spoken to Jarl Mikael about joining the raids this season?" Vonya asks me, her voice soft…teasing as her slightly hands run across my bare chest, down my abdomen, going lower.
"Have you decided to lay with me before we have wed?" I ask her back, grab her arm and flip her over my shoulder onto the bed of furs, and straddle her.
"Wed me under the eyes of the gods in Ayana's people's ways." Vonya whispers to me suggestively as she starts to stroke my hardening cock.
"Vonya …you are an evil temptress, but my real body will be the one to deflower you." I growl as I reach out and make a fist in her hair lifting her head up so our lips could meet as Vonya's right hand pumps my cock as her left roams my bare torso.
"Mmm, what is the difference my love you inhabit both and we are both adults and to be wed by the next full moon…just take me already, my love." Vonya groans against my lips as I tighten my grip on her hair.
"No…I will take you when I want and not before." I growl as I take Vonya's plump bottom lip between my teeth, biting down just enough to break the skin, I pull on it a small bit.
"Viiidar!" Vonya moans wantonly as her nails blaze trails down my abdomen while her other hand tightens it's grip on my cock.
I hear Ayana clearing her throat from the entrance of the hut…just as a cold gust hits my bare skin, looking over at Ayana, I can see a jealous light in Ayana's eyes as she looks at the way Vonya's legs are wrapped around my hips and my hand fisted in her long silky dark reddish brunette hair.
"Lady Ayana!" Vonya gasps and turns crimson at the sight of Ayana staring at us.
'Haa, always so bold when we're alone but shy and…proper when around authority figures.' I sigh a chuckling sigh in my mind.
"Welcome home mother!" I greet Ayana and disentangle myself from Vonya my cock hard as steel, standing proudly as I make my way over to Ayana.
"Thank you, my child." Ayana whispers and I can tell that she's exhausted, she doesn't even put on an act for Vonya as she presses her body against mine and holds me tightly,
the cold that has sunk into her clothes stings against my bare skin.
"It is good to be…home…Esther has given birth to another boy…Henrik he is named…horrible thing naming a child before the end of winter…even if it is close." Ayana says to me as she presses her face into the crook of my neck.
"You should claim your love…" Ayana mutters even as her hold around me grows tighter, her right hand cold from being outside wraps around my hard cock and starts stroking my cock.
"When the time comes I will." I reply to Ayana, and arch an eyebrow at Vonya trying to sneak out of the hut, but I reach out and catch her by the hood of her fur coat and pull her to Ayana and I and place a kiss against her lips and then her brow.
"Goodnight my dear Vonya ." I whisper to my best friend and future wife who blushes, and kisses me back before scrambling out of the hut, at Ayana's glare.
Ayana let's out a husky laugh at Vonya's reaction, "Come mother, I've made stew and heated up water to cleanse you with I even made more soap for you." I whisper to Ayana as I start stripping off her cloak and dress revealing her stunning mature figure.
"Thank you, my child…come let's warm up together." Ayana whispers huskily as I pull her into bed but she flips us over and straddles me, lines my cock up to her cunt lips and slowly slides down my length taking me inch by inch into her depths.
"Oh, so full!" Ayana moans as she slides down my long, hard girthy length.
"Fuck, Mother." I groan…and even though this wasn't the first time in fact I'd lost count of how many times we'd fucked over the years it always feels amazing to be inside of the woman who became the mother she didn't have to be for me.
"Ahh-ahh, show me-mmm, you're ready to ahh ahh, be a husband to that beautiful young ohh, woman who aches for you as much as I do." Ayana moans as I reach down and place both my hands on Ayana's hips, sliding one to rest on her thigh as I move my fingers and start massaging Ayana's clit.