Human nature:

Patrick:

Sweaty bodies, jingle bells, my woman moans in my arms and I sob with pleasure in hers. Did she say she was my sex slave? That's funny. I am the slave here, I am chained to her hips, lost between her breasts, dominated by the mole on her lip and I am completely happy.

She reaches her climax and I release my pleasure inside her. This human has completely taken over me.

— Hmm. -she whispers breathlessly. -What happened to my two or three orgasms before you seek yours, my Lord?

I smile wryly against the skin of her neck.

— They went to hell as soon as I put that anklet on you.-I bite her delicate ear.

—Oh yeah...-She turns around looking for my eyes, slowly caressing my leg with her toes, making the bells on her ankle jingle. "...and why is that, Master?

I look at her suspiciously. She's very flirty tonight, I'm not complaining, I love that she behaves like a slut with me. I caress her bare buttock and give her a spank.
—MMM. – she groans.

Her moans are music to my ears.
— I knew that fulfilling the requirements for your public claim would be pleasant, but listening to the bells of your ankle tinkling while I fuck you, it’s incredibly erotic.

She smiles, looksing for my lips, she is insatiable. Sometimes I think they designed her to please me. If there is a God in heaven, he created Kira Samaras for me.
I'm in love, yes. In love to my immortal bones. I wonder if I should... No, it's still very early. A lot has happened in the last few days. My kitty is not ready for that level of commitment.

She breaks the kiss with a resounding huff.

—Why do you think Cleo collaborated with Jeanne?

—I haven't the slightest idea. I think she just did it to wreak havoc and see if she could ascend the throne. I don't know, that woman's reasons for doing what she does are sometimes incomprehensible. That's why she puts me between a rock and a hard place, she was already punished for that crime... this one now a new infraction that is unrelated to the above and I have no idea what to do with her and her three lunatics.
— If you are so worried about the verdict that you must deliver tomorrow, my Lord, why don't you release the accused and return them to the woman to whom they belong.

I rest my head on my hand, propping my elbow on the mattress, and look into her eyes.

—Are you advocating for the man who pulled a gun on you?- I ask puzzled.

She looks away from me and blushes.

— I am not defending him, per se. But I am able to understand him.- she turns and looks me in the eye, adopting the same position as me.
Considering what she is going to say next.

—How would you feel if you were forbidden to be with me? How would you feel if you weren't able to see me, to touch me, to... make love to me? I don't know what you would feel, but I... I would be very unhappy if I ever lost you.

I groan, getting out of bed, turning my back on her. She settles between the pillows and looks at me nervously.

—Are you seriously asking me to release them? That I reward their misdeeds by giving them exactly what they want, to return to Cleo's arms?— I shake my head, what she asks that of me is unheard of.

—No. I ask you to try to understand human nature a little . It’s obvious that they were desperate and it’s also obvious that their intentions weren’t serious.

— You don't know that.- I turn to face her. She covers her breasts with the sheet, her hair is messy and she is blushing. Buddha! She's so beautiful and I was in danger of losing her. — Luca's gun was loaded, it had six bullets in it.

I see pale instantly.

— Yes, Kira. His plan was to kill you, your friends, and then kill himself if Cleo didn't showed in the scene.
She purses her lips and looks at me scared. My soul is crushed. I can't help it, I can't stay mad at her when she looks at me like she’s a lost little girl. I return to the bed and hold her in my arms, kissing her forehead and stroking her back.

—Don't be afraid, kitty. Noone will attempt to hurt you again, no one will dare hurting you now.

—I know.- she whispers against my neck. As she scratches the skin of my chest with her red-painted nails. — I only ask you to try to be benevolent. I understand that Luca and Yoão attacked others but Sebastién threatened with... you know. I don't know, have them go to psychological therapy or something but don't condemn them to live without the woman they love.

Snorting she goes out of my arms.
—Patrick.—she looks at me seriously.— think of Yolie. From what I understand, she's going to spend the rest of her life completely alone. She doesn't deserve it, you know damn well she doesn't deserve it, and these guys aren't as innocent as Yolie, but no wonder they'd rather die and take people down with them than face a lifetime without love.

I narrow my eyes. I sit up and pull her back to the mattress between kisses and caresses.

—Patrick…- she insists.
—I'm going to propose that you be the royal advisor, kitty, hmm?- I kiss her neck and she gasps, offering me her breasts and I adore them with my mouth and tongue.
—I'm serious.- she sobs when I nibble on one of her nipples.
—And I owe you an orgasm...or two,- I purr as she spread her legs for me.
—Will you at least think about it?- she stammers.

I descend slowly, placing kisses on the skin of her abdomen.

—I'll think about it.- I promise, connecting my mouth to the hot, wet spot between her thighs.

000

After leaving my woman incoherent with pleasure and completely satisfied... I smile, Oh Yes. She is my woman now. Who'd say? Well, I've left her sound asleep and gone to tour the mansion. There are several things I need to think about which worry me, it isn’t only the decision I have to make regarding Cleo's boys, there is something else. A few weeks ago I plucked up the courage and opened the safe in the office here at the mansion. Inside I found some sort of memoir written in Alexandros's own hand.

I suspect he began writing while we were in China, the opening pages being a series of reflections on his new life as a vampire and the opportunities it offered. Then he outlines our journey through the Roman Empire. There was a detail that caught my attention.

On one of his many walks through the desert, my lord encountered a creature that has greatly aroused my curiosity. It looked human, but my lord was convinced it was not. The being called himself Jeshua and as I understand he rejected the offer to become one of us, on the contrary, he preferred to let himself be killed by being nailed to a crux.

“When I learned that his body had disappeared from the tomb I feared that the Romans had disgraced him even beyond death or that his disciples had taken him to keep him in a safer place. The year is 1429 and I am very surprised to find creatures similar to him here in France. The oldest appears to be a man, accompanied by two supposed women, they have convinced a sixteen-year-old girl named Jeanne D'arc that she has been entrusted with a divine mission and must lead the resistance against the English. They came before her flaming to be the Archangel Michael, Saint Margaret and Saint Catherine of Alexandria. I spied them talking to the girl on two occasions.”

“It is not the first time that I am aware of the involvement of these beings in human affairs, they call themselves " Elementals" and seem to enjoy planting military leaders and raising rulers all over the world. I've made it a point to keep a close eye on Jeanne. She fervently clung to the supposedly divine words with all her heart, seeking the support of the heir to the throne and leading a successful uprising until very recently. Now she is a prisoner, captured by traitors from her own country and sold to the English.”
“From the similarities I see between her situation and the one Jeshua faced in Judea so many centuries ago, I suspect this is no mere coincidence. These beings are up something and I would like to discover what it is.”

Elementals, huh? Apparently, witches and vampires are not the only supernatural creatures prowling around this world.