There Are Worse Things

Gretchen stood before the full length mirror in her room and looked herself over. Tessa's long white silk gown and matching robe were a bit tight, but Gretchen was hoping to not be in them for long. She shook out her hair then scrunched it in her hands. Taking a deep breath and smoothing out her hair one last time, she said, "Ok. Here I come."

As she left her room, Damien was already waiting in his doorway. He stood there bare chested with only his pants on. He took Gretchen's hand and pulled her inside his room, then shut the door.

"Do you always know what I'm thinking?"

Damien nodded. "Most of the time. Like right now, I know you came to collect on my promise."

Gretchen's lips pulled up into a sultry side grin as she stepped closer and put her hands on his chest. "True. I'm afraid I'm a slave to my hormones for the next week or so. I hope you don't mind. I can be kind of needy."

"I'm happy to be at your service, Gretchen. Am I forgiven then?"

Gretchen sighed then wrapped her arms around Damien's back. "Am I?'

He walked backwards towards the bed and said, "Before you even raised your hand or spoke the words."

Damien unwrapped Gretchen's arms from him then turned and pulled down the covers. Gretchen took off her robe and placed it on the chair by his bed. When Damien turned around, he licked his lips as he looked over Gretchen's body.

Gretchen pushed the straps from her shoulders and shimmied her gown down her body then stepped out of it. Damien took in every inch of her body with his eyes before he finally met hers, then he nodded towards the bed.

Gretchen sat down on the bedside then pulled her legs in and inched towards the side as Damien followed.

Damien hovered over Gretchen and took her mouth gently. As his lips moved against hers, Gretchen slid her hands down his abdomen. When she got to the waistband, Damien grabbed her hand and pinned it to the bed.

"I told you, I wanted to go slowly."

Gretchen sighed. "Why?"

"I have my reasons, Gretchen. I promise it will be worth the wait."

She growled in frustration and Damien chuckled as he took her hand and kissed it.

"You told me you'd take care of my needs."

He released her hand then drug his fingers down her cheek as he looked in her eyes. "I intend to, Gretchen." Then, Damien slithered back Gretchen's body as he kissed his way down. Damien pushed her thighs to the sides and positioned himself between her legs. The firelight from the candles around the room allowed just enough light for Damien to see the flash of gold in Gretchen's eyes and the outline of her body.

He ran his fingers along Gretchen's thigh and goosebumps erupted all over her as she sucked in a breath. Damien kissed her knee then licked up her inner thigh.

Gretchen watched Damien as he slowly tortured her with his mouth. "Oh, so this is the game we're playing tonight? Well, alright then. Have a taste. I promise you'll like it."

Damien licked his lips and buried his face in her cunt.

"Umm, that's it. That's so good," Gretchen moaned.

Damien kissed her clit and then inserted his fingers inside her. Gretchen grabbed her breasts and squeezed them as she watched Damien work.

She licked her lips as she rocked her hips against his face. Damien sucked and flicked his tongue across her clit as he hooked his fingers inside her and massaged her G spot.

"Goddamn! You got it, baby."

Damien moved his head from side to side as he flicked his tongue hard across her bud, then he stopped to suck it before flicking it again. Gretchen dropped her head back as a smile curled up on her lips.

Gretchen's legs began to quiver as he sucked ferociously. "Oh god! Yes! Yes!" Gretchen panted while she lifted her head to watch Damien. As she sucked in a breath , Damien left her cunt and and continued rubbing her with his fingers. He kissed and licked up her abdomen then stopped to suck on her nipple before Gretchen sat up and took his mouth. "Baby that was amazing."

Damien pushed her hair of her face. "I told you, I'd take care of you."

Gretchen smiled as she pulled him down on top of her. "You sure fucking did. I apologize for ever doubting you. Damn."

Damien laid on Gretchen's chest and circled her nipple with his fingers as Gretchen ran her hands through his hair. "What did your dad show Tessa earlier?"

Damien stopped then pushed himself up and looked at Gretchen's face. "Our families...mine, the Logan's, the Hexom's, the Mason's, the Parker's, Haldir. It's no accident that we are all tied to each other the way we are. It was Fate. We're all meant to be here together as one family, Gretchen.Tessa thought that her gifts and all the suffering she's known were a curse. She's been racked with guilt all her life thinking that she was a mistake, that the things she and your father did were wrong. My father showed her what she needed to see. The purpose of it all."

Gretchen furrowed her brow in confusion. "Purpose? What is the purpose? All the suffering and death. How can any good ever come from all that?"

Damien looked Gretchen over. "Someday, I'll show you Gretchen. When you're ready."

"Even after the library, I'm not ready now?"

Damien shook his head no.

"What do I need to do?"

"This is all still too new for you." Damien slid his fingers across her forehead. "When all is right here again."

Gretchen chuckled. "I've never been right there, Damien. You might be waiting a while."

Damien rolled to his back and pulled Gretchen against his side. "I don't mind waiting. I'm very good at it, actually."

Gretchen pushed her fingers down his abdomen and said, "I'm not, Damien."

He looked down at Gretchen's face. Damien could see what she had on her mind and his heart started to pound in his chest. He leaned down and kissed her mouth as she rubbed his bulge through his pants. As Gretchen let go of his mouth, she slid her hand under his waistband and grabbed his cock.

"Wow!" she said. "That's...wow."

Damien sucked in a breath and gritted his teeth as Gretchen stroked him. She looked back to his face and asked softly, "You still sure you want to wait?"

Damien huffed through his nose then nodded.

"Hmm...ok." She started to withdraw her hand, but Damien slapped his down on top of it. to stop her. "You're not looking so sure right now, baby."

Damien chuckled then inhaled through his nose as he panted. "Pease don't stop."

Gretchen smiled and stroked him faster. "Like that?" Damien nodded as he watched her hand move. "Do you want me to put it in my mouth?'

Damien's eyes snapped to her and he swallowed hard.

"You do, don't you?" asked Gretchen. Damien looked over Gretchen's face and as he bit his bottom lip, he nodded.

Gretchen pulled her hand away then got up on her knees and grabbed both sides of his waist band. He lifted his hips as she pulled his pants down his legs. While he kicked them off his feet, Gretchen blew out through her mouth as she looked over his manhood. "That is fucking impressive. I can't even lie. I can't believe you're really making me wait for that."

"Please, Gretchen," Damien whispered.

She looked back over her shoulder at Damien's face and watched him as she stroked him with her hand. "I like that. Say it again."

Damien clenched his teeth as the anticipation built in him. He breathed quickly and his body shuddered at the surge of energy coming form her touch. "Please!" he hissed.

"Since you asked so nice." Damien gasped and closed his eyes as Gretchen's hot mouth wrapped around him. Her soft tongue licked and massaged his cock and for the first time in centuries, nothing else entered Damien's thoughts except the feeling of him inside Gretchen.

As Gretchen devoured his cock, Damien watched her head move up and down. Her pleasured snarls and growls brought a smile to Damien's face.
He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out before he told Gretchen the truth, but he knew the timing had to be perfect. According to his research, there would only be a small window of time to get things right. He just hoped the Season would cooperate with his plans.


After satisfying her thirst, Gretchen laid in Damien's arm with her head against his chest. "I should get back to my room."

"You don't have to. I swear that no one will give a damn, Gretchen."

"Are you sure? Your parents have been so nice to me, I feel kind of guilty about sneaking around with you like this."

Damien put his arm behind his head and took a deep breath. "My fathers the most powerful psychic in the realm, Gretchen. We're hardly sneaking."

Gretchen chuckled. "That doesn't make me uncomfortable at all."

Damien gently rubbed his fingers back and forth over Gretchen's shoulder.. "They're happy for us. You don't need to feel guilty at all."

"Can I ask you something?" asked Gretchen as she played with the sparse black hair on his chest.

"217," said Damien.

Gretchen pushed herself up on her elbow. "Are you fucking serious? You're 217 years old?"

Damien smiled and nodded. "I am serious."

"Well, you look pretty goddamn good, let me tell you." Gretchen laid her chin on his chest and looked in his eyes.

"Thank you," he said as he pushed her hair behind her ear.

Gretchen pulled her brows down and a memory came back into her mind. "You told me in the library that there was something else I needed to remember. What did you mean?"

Damien breathed in through his nose as he contemplated how to answer. "Today was quite enough for you. It can wait."

"Why don't you just tell me? I seriously doubt anything can be worse than getting my throat slashed."

Damien knew that wasn't true. There are worse things. Gretchen still had a nightmare awaiting her.