Page 66 of The Vampire's Thirst
In the kitchen, Celene wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, cracked an egg, and poured milk into the pancake flour. She set the table for one, cooked the thin batter on a griddle, and ate in silence, the only sound her fork clinking against the plate. After carrying her dirty dishes to the sink, she soaped the plate and flatware, rinsed and dried them. With the breakfast clean-up complete, she brewed a second cup of coffee, lit a fire, and grabbedThe Path,opening to the next story, a tale from thousands of years ago. Or so the Cambion wrote.
Ohngel sat bare-footed and cross-legged on a rug, reciting his morning devotions, the daily routine of ablutions and sword practice completed.
His peace was disrupted by angry footsteps beating on the stone tiles as Gahya stormed into his quarters, stopping within a foot of him, her arms folded across her chest, pushing up her already ample breasts. “Did you see him last night?”
The warrior twisted his neck to gaze at her, his fiery wings tipped with razored blades, swooping out in a show of irritation. “Good day to you, Genitrix.”
Hating the overcast skies with their dark clouds, Gahya rarely visited Angor where Ohngel chose to live near his fellow assassins among the unapologetic lawbreakers contained therein. They were the same detritus he and his brothers tracked, punished, and confined. But there was an honesty to their crimes which creatures in The Vast lacked, a place where the chosen ones marinated in false disguises.
“Yes. Good day.” Gahya’s foot tap-tap-tapped. “Well, did you see him last night?”
“Him being?”
“Gabriel.”
“Yes.” Ohngel’s gaze fixed on her chest. He couldn’t help himself. Damn lust was his go-to flaw. He cleared his throat, concentrating on lifting his eyes.
The goddess patted her blonde upswept hair, words spitting from her red lips. “He won.”
“I heard.”
Gahya’s nostrils fluttered as she inhaled a slow breath. “He was lucky.”
“Or allowed to win. Did you ever consider the OneCreator may control the outcome of Cee-lo?”
Her mouth fell open. Catching herself, she waved a dismissive hand through the air, continuing her rant. “Anyway, did Gabriel the prick tell you what he has done? It’s outrageous.”
“Yes. He created his own beings from the DNA of the OneCreator’s Homo erectus. It’s a good thing your demons didn’t kill them all.”
The Genitrix paced, vexed words emptying from her mouth like flotsam. “That’s not all. He linked his species to mine by also using the blood of Aeternals to make what he calls his Homo sapiens.”
She snarled, pacing from one side of his atrium to the other, the clack of her sandals loud on the tile. “The arrogance. Gabriel the prick says his beings are the greatest creation. Ludicrous. Mine are stronger, fiercer. Their desires drive them to survive. I made them in the perfect image of myself. They are pure and will outlive his weak, paltry humans. Another name he grants them.” Her foot started its angry rhythm when she paused.
“The OneCreator seems unusually pleased with the prick and his Homo sapiens.” Ohngel unfolded from his position on the floor. When he stood toe-to-toe with the Genitrix, his fingers tickled along her arm.
She backed up, avoiding his touch. “Why do you think his humans are better than my creatures?”
Snapping out his wings, the warrior drew a sharp breath before he turned on his heel, crossing his living space, circumventing the pool in the center formed from rain that fell through the opening in the ceiling. “I don’t believe they are better or worse.”
From the portico behind his atrium, Ohngel gazed down on Earth, admiring it. It was vibrant with color. The blue of the oceans. The green of the forests. The white of snow-capped peaks. The energy of life unfolding, becoming.
Angor, his home, was often shrouded in fog and storm clouds, dim and colorless on most days, a palpable gloom ranging from shadow to darkness. Yet, the fickle weather could change in an instant—gale-like winds and tornadoes turning to gentle breezes, monsoon rains becoming light mists, or black skies heralding sunshine. The Vast, on the other hand, was relentless, everlasting light. But Earth was the best of both. Days filled with sun and nights of darkness. A time to grow. A time to shelter.
“How can his creations outshine my lovelies?” Gahya moved silently until she stood at his back, her hands caressing his shoulders.
“As I recollect, Gabriel spoke of their innocence.”
She paused as if considering his words. “True.”
“All this talk of innocence makes me hard.” Ohngel slid black silk pants down his legs, freeing his aching cock as he turned to face her. “Come, Gahya, I have need of you.”
She licked her lips, her throat bobbling with a swallow, his charm ample. Then she shook off his appeal. “This first.”
“As you wish. I’ll start without you.” Ohngel sank into pillows on the courtyard floor, spreading his knees wide. He fisted his member, stroking from crown to base. Through halting breaths, he rasped, “I like it better when your soft hand manipulates my flesh, but this will do. We can talk while I pleasure myself to the sweet cadence of your voice.”
Gahya fell at his feet with her legs folded beneath her. She scooted between his thighs, fondling them, caressing his skin, her eyes locked on his hand as she stroked his huge erection.
“You know you want to do me,” he said, a smile curving his lips.
