Shakes thought he had it made. As the Blood in charge of "Imports and Exports" in Bordertown his life was good. His lieutenants were loyal. Distributors keen on making money. Yes, business was good and he was left to enjoy the benefits. Couched in the lavish comfort of his room, Shakes was free to enjoy a well deserved night of sleep.
The Trueblood soon fell into a deep slumber.....and then a dream.
Life was good, he thought as the woman lying beside him nibbled along the edge of his jaw. He had spied the maiden, newly arrived from the Lands, the day before at Danceland. Looks could be deceiving. This "maiden" knew and did things that maiden's weren't supposed to know. Her hand splayed out upon his chest, she gave him a playful push. "Close your eyes let me do the work." Not like he was going to complain. Arms folded and fingers clasped behind his head as he laid back and enjoyed the feeling of her silky skin against him. One her legs draped over his, her other hand caressed down across his abdomen.
Teeth grazed the skin of his chest followed by the hot press of her lips. Shakes was lost in the feel of her intoxicating touch as her fingers stroked down his length. Coaxing and teasing. He smiled as her delicate hand encircled and enflamed his rising desire. His chest started to rise and fall quicker as he surrendered to the bliss that was her touch.
Until he felt something cold. He couldn't remember the maiden adorned with any rings. The thought had just formed when he felt the sharpness of a blade drag against sensitive skin. Shakes eyes flew open and he started to push himself up. Red tipped silver locks" The maiden of his dreams didn't have any color in her silver hair. The hand on his chest pushed and pinned him back down. The maiden tossed her head and turned to look at him over her shoulder. The Trueblood's mercurial gaze widened.
His fearful gaze found the obsidian gaze that was too close. He recognized her in an instant. The DreamWitch's lips pulled into a cheshire smile as she pressed the blade a little harder against the tender flesh of his genitals. "Excited or just happy to see me?" she laughed. Shakes wasn't the first Blood to imagine having Melantha in his bed, nor the last. In your bed was one thing, in your dreams was quite another. To his credit, Shakes remained very still.
Shakes could feel the DreamWitch's breath upon his face as she spoke. "This is very plain and simple, Shakes. Sid is hereby cut off. If I hear or even get the slightest inkling that she has gotten hold of any more Pecca, I'm coming for you first. I don't care who she cajoles, bribes or threatens. She is not to get a single grain. Are we clear?" The blade emphasized the question by shaving along the skin.
"Sss..id's off the dr..dr..dragon. I g...g..ot you." The reason for Shakes nickname surfaced in his fear. Melantha eased the pressure of the blade upon his skin. She pushed her hand against his chest to lift herself up in a languid stretch." You won't forget, will you?" Shakes shook his head vehemetly. "No, no. I w...w..won't" The DreamWitch's smile deepened. "Of course you won't, Big Boy." she whispered. Her arm jerked upwards. The sharp edge shaved away a few hairs and layers of skin from base to tip.
A blood curdling scream erupted from Shakes room. When a few of the Bloods rushed in they found him sitting up straight in bed. Tangled up in sweat and blood stained sheets. Lying beside him on the bed was a silver straight razor with a bloodied blade. One of the Lieutenants went to pick it up. At his touch the razor shimmered and shifted into a silver acorn.
Ten minutes later all of his lieutenants had gathered around his desk. With an icepack sitting in his lap, a paled Shakes was staring at the silver acorn in his hand. The Trueblood stuttered out his orders to have every grain of Pecca recalled from the streets immediately and there was an absolute freeze on any shipments to Rhydin. As the lieutenants left to start the embargo a pair of healers rushed in to attend to the shaking Shakes.
The Trueblood soon fell into a deep slumber.....and then a dream.
Life was good, he thought as the woman lying beside him nibbled along the edge of his jaw. He had spied the maiden, newly arrived from the Lands, the day before at Danceland. Looks could be deceiving. This "maiden" knew and did things that maiden's weren't supposed to know. Her hand splayed out upon his chest, she gave him a playful push. "Close your eyes let me do the work." Not like he was going to complain. Arms folded and fingers clasped behind his head as he laid back and enjoyed the feeling of her silky skin against him. One her legs draped over his, her other hand caressed down across his abdomen.
Teeth grazed the skin of his chest followed by the hot press of her lips. Shakes was lost in the feel of her intoxicating touch as her fingers stroked down his length. Coaxing and teasing. He smiled as her delicate hand encircled and enflamed his rising desire. His chest started to rise and fall quicker as he surrendered to the bliss that was her touch.
Until he felt something cold. He couldn't remember the maiden adorned with any rings. The thought had just formed when he felt the sharpness of a blade drag against sensitive skin. Shakes eyes flew open and he started to push himself up. Red tipped silver locks" The maiden of his dreams didn't have any color in her silver hair. The hand on his chest pushed and pinned him back down. The maiden tossed her head and turned to look at him over her shoulder. The Trueblood's mercurial gaze widened.
His fearful gaze found the obsidian gaze that was too close. He recognized her in an instant. The DreamWitch's lips pulled into a cheshire smile as she pressed the blade a little harder against the tender flesh of his genitals. "Excited or just happy to see me?" she laughed. Shakes wasn't the first Blood to imagine having Melantha in his bed, nor the last. In your bed was one thing, in your dreams was quite another. To his credit, Shakes remained very still.
Shakes could feel the DreamWitch's breath upon his face as she spoke. "This is very plain and simple, Shakes. Sid is hereby cut off. If I hear or even get the slightest inkling that she has gotten hold of any more Pecca, I'm coming for you first. I don't care who she cajoles, bribes or threatens. She is not to get a single grain. Are we clear?" The blade emphasized the question by shaving along the skin.
"Sss..id's off the dr..dr..dragon. I g...g..ot you." The reason for Shakes nickname surfaced in his fear. Melantha eased the pressure of the blade upon his skin. She pushed her hand against his chest to lift herself up in a languid stretch." You won't forget, will you?" Shakes shook his head vehemetly. "No, no. I w...w..won't" The DreamWitch's smile deepened. "Of course you won't, Big Boy." she whispered. Her arm jerked upwards. The sharp edge shaved away a few hairs and layers of skin from base to tip.
A blood curdling scream erupted from Shakes room. When a few of the Bloods rushed in they found him sitting up straight in bed. Tangled up in sweat and blood stained sheets. Lying beside him on the bed was a silver straight razor with a bloodied blade. One of the Lieutenants went to pick it up. At his touch the razor shimmered and shifted into a silver acorn.
Ten minutes later all of his lieutenants had gathered around his desk. With an icepack sitting in his lap, a paled Shakes was staring at the silver acorn in his hand. The Trueblood stuttered out his orders to have every grain of Pecca recalled from the streets immediately and there was an absolute freeze on any shipments to Rhydin. As the lieutenants left to start the embargo a pair of healers rushed in to attend to the shaking Shakes.