Iron Rain Pt. 19

Sebastian walked over to the girl and took her by the wrist and drew her intimately close.

"I am sorry," he whispered in her ear before his fangs sank into her flesh and she moaned as he drank her dry.

Despite his best efforts he made a real mess of it and his snowy white skin was covered in patches of blood where the artery spurt and sprayed him.

"Go and shower my boy and I will show you how to finesse a kill so you don't dirty yourself." The Dark Mother offered.

Back to the showers to rinse the caked blood from his skin and waiting for him was Gregori. He handed Sebastian a towel and commented on his new jewelry.

"Nice watch," he growled. "Not a real necessity anymore. Who needs to count the hours when you're immortal?"

"It would be nice to know when the sun comes up," Sebastian countered.

"Touché there is that I'll grant you," the other said with a smile. "Cheer up boyo, the old lady has taken a fancy to you and your son. If you're smart you'll do whatever she says whenever she asks it of you. Trust me it's less painful that way."

"You were Gypsy," Sebastian said.

"We prefer the term Rom, but yes I was one of the people," he replied darkly. "I was the first of my family to become an Akhkharu and I slaughtered them for Her."

"Akhkharu?"

"It is an old word, Sumerian I think; anyway they are an old race that prowled the world long before we were building cities or even farming from what Mother says. That was until the great flood nearly wiped them all out. But all that has changed. We are now the rising power on this dirt ball and she has plans, dark and terrible plans for humanity and the others."

"Gregori you talk too much," said a dark haired beauty dressed in crimson and black.

"Fuck off Gabrielle," he snarled. "I was just catching the favorite up to speed is all?"

"Let Mother handle that now get going. Sebastian and I have some getting acquainted to do." She purred.

"Does She know about this," Gregori asked as he turned to leave.

"Who do you think sent me," she said as she moved closer to Sebastian. "Don't fret lover I don't bite, oh wait I do but you'll love every minute of it!"

"Gabrielle is it," Sebastian asked and she nodded. "Is Gregori jealous of you and me?"

"Yeah, we've been lovers for years but that's all changed now. Mother says I belong to you now," she said snuggling against him her lips kissing his throat and her cheek rubbing against his.

He slipped his fingers into her hair and made a tight fist and heard her grunt of pleasure. Then he pulled her into a kiss letting his hunger and passion rise to the surface. He had been with many women in his travels but this girl was different. She possessed an eagerness and compliance that went beyond sensual. Her complete and utter surrender of self fed his need to be in control right now. His life was spinning out of control and here was his chance to take charge. He lifted his wrist to her lips.

"Show me," he commanded and her eyes lit up.

She nuzzled his sensitive flesh and slowly brought her fangs into play and sank them into his skin like he would bury his cock into a woman.

"SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," he hissed in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

She drank very little, licked his wrist, and watched the marks close on their own, fascinating. She offered her wrist to him and her scent was like wine and sex all rolled up into one.

"My turn lover," she moaned.

He followed by example and lightly kissed her skin and felt the fangs drop and then gently pressed them into her and then the blood flowed. He took only a mouthful before licking the wound and when he saw her eyes he knew that she'd climaxed.

"Freak," he whispered in her ear and she nodded slowly.

He lifted up her long skirt and found her trimmed and soaked and he did not disappoint. Sebastian spun her around, tossed the material over her back and slowly slid inside of her.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN," she grunted.

Then he managed to find her slender hips and started thrusting into her. English must have been her second language for suddenly she was spouting off some dialogue in a tongue he had never heard before. But even through the language barrier, he knew what she wanted and he began slamming his hips into her and her cries of pleasure answered that question.

"Lose the skirt," he told her and she complied without hesitation.

The skirt fell to the floor and now his view of her was unobstructed.

"What a lovely ass you have," he said as he gave it a healthy smack.

"MMMMMMMMMM I am glad it pleases you," she purred. "Is there anything else you wish to see Sebastian?"

He only smiled and as he continued to hammer his cock into her as she finished undressing and her entire body was his to view and ogle. He eased out of her and grabbing her by the throat firmly but playfully he pressed her back against the wall.

"Nice tits Gabrielle," he said as he lifted one of her legs and slid back inside of her.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN," she grunted as he slammed his cock home. "I am glad they please you as well lover."

Once he grabbed her by her ass cheeks and was once more fucking her hard and fast she wrapped her legs around his waist and tossed back her head and moaned for all she was worth.

"You see, I told you Sebastian and your sister would get along," the Dark Mother said from behind the couple.

"You've been fucking your brother," Sebastian asked as he slammed into her harder than ever.

"Yeah," she moaned. "It just kind of happened."

"Wow that's pretty fucked up," Sebastian commented.

"Well that's one of the things you'll discover about me. I'm pretty fucked up. MMMMM did I mention how much I love your cock in me?"

"No, tell me," he said with a sick smile.

"I love your fat cock slamming into me Sebastian."

"And now I know," He said as he lowered her down to her feet. "Suck my cock slut and show me how much you like it down your throat."

"Hehe," Gregori laughed. "She hates sucking cock."

Then Gabrielle promptly dropped to her knees and made love to Sebastian's cock and soon had most of it down her throat.

"Really Gregori," mused the Dark Mother. "Hates sucking cock does she? Or maybe it's just yours she hates?"

Gregori cursed and turned and left the pair stomping his way back to the outside. The Dark Mother watched for a bit before growing bored and returning to her Engineer and his quest to find the portal.

"You can be my slut for a while Gabrielle if you want," Sebastian moaned once they were alone. "I like your style and your lips and..."

An hour later the entire pack was assembled in the Lodge House and a cry came up from the Engineer.

"I found it," his voice echoing off the empty walls.

The others arrived to see the hidden panel revealed. The Engineer was striding passed Sebastian who laid an arm on his shoulder.

"Where are you going," he asked the other.

"I need to get my tools if I am going to restore power to it," the Engineer replied.

"Let him go," the Dark Mother said. "Hurry up and let's get this thing up and running."

"Yes Mother," he replied with downcast eyes. "Dmitri, have that panel open by the time I get back."

"I will Engineer," Dmitri said with confidence.

Nobles and commoners alike formed a semi circle behind Dmitri as he worked the panel loose. Sebastian moved closer to get a better look when the watch on his wrist began to vibrate softly. He noticed that the closer he got to the panel the stronger the vibration became. Was it a warning? Should he say something? He turned and began to follow the Engineer outside.

"Sebastian darling where are you going," the Dark Mother asked.

"These types of things always bore me I will be outside," he replied.

"Pity you will be missing something great," she said.

But Sebastian kept moving and Gabrielle was close on his heels.

"Sebastian this is very important to..." she began to say when Dmitri's voice cried out in success.

"I have it!"

Sebastian snatched Gabrielle and flung them both to the side and away even as the terrible light exploded from the open panel and incinerated the pack decimating their numbers. Once the flash of ultra violet radiation had faded Sebastian rose and examined the carnage. He smiled seeing that even the great and powerful Dark Mother had not been exempt from the blast. She lay dying on the floor crumpled up and blackened by the faux daylight. Sebastian took her into his arms and held her.

"Shaw," she moaned. "Your son is a devious bastard like his father."

Black blood dribbled between her lips as she neared the Final Death.

"For all your ancient wisdom and long life you still don't see when one of your own has laid you low," Sebastian whispered in her ear.

"The Engineer," she gasped.

"Yes, he planted the device once he found the panel and knew you couldn't resist seeing it opened. Farewell Mother for now a wiser man takes your place," Sebastian said as he sank his fangs into her throat and drank the last of her and felt her enormous power flow into him.

Everything she was, every memory and evil poured into the man from Arkham and like his son he took on a terrible burden for the greater good. Even as her power became his he prayed he could control it.

"Sebastian," Gabrielle called to him as she knelt next to him.

"Its Father now," his voice was deeper, richer and held all the darkness and authority hers had.

The remnants of the Antwerp pack assembled and lay prostrate over the newborn patriarch of the Akhkharu.

"What is your will Father," they asked.

"We have business in Greece," he said. "We head south."

Destination Serfopoula: (Oz, Magus, Garnet and Ingrid)

December 9th, 2012

The trio sat in first class aboard the train heading for the eastern seaboard at the best possible speed. Oz was dressed in shorts and a very loud neon green shirt while Magus and Garnet had opted for more reserved clothing or so they thought.

"Are you sure this..." Garnet began to ask Oz.

"Bikini," Oz replied staring at the Svartalfar's nipples blatantly.

"...bikini is really going to let us pass unnoticed," Garnet finished.

"Trust me; people are going to be too busy staring at your tits to notice the pointed ears or her albino skin." Oz explained.

"I see the logic in his decision. I never realized men were so fascinated with female anatomy. I would have thought they'd have outgrown such petty things by now." Magus said not a little amused and enjoying the attention.

"I think it has gotten worse to be honest," Oz said with a smile.

"And Ingrid is meeting us in Boston," Magus asked.

"That's what she said," Oz told her for the Nth time. "She said she was borrowing transportation from an old friend, whatever that means."

"Why are we going to Greece," Garnet asked. "Not that I'm complaining. The last time I was there I was chatted up by this handsome young man named Aristotle."

"Really," Oz said thinking how that might have transpired and just smiled to himself. "What was he like?"

"Brilliant," she mused licking her lips. "Really knew how to impress the ladies with his 'logic'."

"I bet," Magus smiled. "So why are we headed to Greece?"

"There is a bit of rock out in the sea south and east of the mainland. It's called Serfopoula. I have discovered some records about the Akhkharu and the Nephilim and there may be a sole survivor locked away on that island."

"What kind of survivor," Magus asked her voice cooling and her eyes narrowing behind her sunglasses.

"An Old One," he said.

"Oh that's good, we will have an ally that owes us a favor," Garnet said cheerily.

"No you don't understand," Oz continued. "Back in the day when the very first Akhkharu infestation occurred, it was said that three of the Old Ones were infected and locked away. This thing is not on our side, hell it's probably not on anyone's side. If the Dark Mother recovers it and makes an ally of it we are in for some serious trouble."

"Why doesn't Nick take care of this," Magus asked.

"He can't be everywhere and I've heard he might have his hands full on other matters," Oz said quietly.

"So why are we going to Greece," Garnet asked again.

"To kill this thing before it is let loose," he said harshly.

"Oh okay," she seemed unphased. "How are we going to kill it?"

"Plain old sunlight."

Boston Harbor (Pier 94)

December 10th, 2012 Just After Midnight

Oz was pacing back and forth checking his watch every five minutes and looking at the two women who were patiently sitting and chatting as if nothing were amiss.

"Maybe we should've taken a plane," he was muttering to himself now.

"Relax old man or you're going to give yourself a heart attack," Garnet said.

But still he glared at the horizon and no ship was visible for miles on the moonlit night. Suddenly and without warning the water twenty feet or so from the pier began to bubble and boil as something rose from the depths of the harbor. The thing was at least as long as the Numenor and twice as sleek in the water. The black exterior made it hard to see and if not for the silver light from above it displayed no exterior illumination of any kind. Unlike most submarines this beast possessed no conning tower or periscope, so how is managed to maneuver was a mystery. With a hiss of steam and the soft sound of gears a panel opened up on the top of the vessel and the petite form of Ingrid was lit from below.

"Sorry I'm late. We had a bitch of time getting the old girl going after more than a century," she called out to the trio gawking up at her. "Come aboard and we'll have you in Grecian waters in no time."

"Who is we Ingrid," Magus asked as the side of the submarine opened and extended a boarding ramp.

"I told you I asked help from an old friend," she was all smiles.

"Was he on ice too," Oz asked as the ramp thudded on the wooden pier.

"As a matter of fact she was," the giddy scientist replied.

"She," the trio said in one stunned voice.

"Let's get it in gear people. We don't have all night," a very commanding, very feminine voice called out.

Oz and company, once aboard, were directed to the officer's lounge where they got reacquainted with Ingrid. The captain opted for a theatrical entrance and swaggered in, made eye contact with her guests and then smiled brilliantly and welcomed them to her ship.

"Oz, Magus and Garnet, this is Captain Moen and we are aboard her fine vessel the Black Razor. Which I designed and built by the way."

"A pleasure Captain," Oz said offering her his hand.

"I have heard quite a bit about you Mr. Kane," she said shaking his hand with a firm grip. "We should make this island of yours in less than three hours barring acts of god."

"Wow," Magus replied. "She's amazingly fast."

"If you want a personal tour I'd be more than happy to show you myself," the captain said obviously flirting with Magus much to Oz's sorrow.

"I'd love to," Magus replied offering the captain her arm and off they went.

"I have to return to the engine room," Ingrid said cheerily. "I am still refitting one of Nick's power plants to the Razor's engines. If I can manage it we could reach Greece earlier still but I make no promises. Later."

Garnet and Oz looked at each other and shrugged. Oz picked up a hundred and thirty year old bottle of scotch and Garnet smiled.

The Black Razor's engine room was spacious with elegant lines and a heart that burns as bright as the sun. Ingrid knelt before the large metallic sphere she had 'acquired' for the purposes of refitting the power core of the submarine. She promised its owner she would return it, eventually. The last of the cables were attached and the power adaptor Ingrid had to build in the ships forge was makeshift and wouldn't last the end of the year, but would do for their current purposes. Already she had drawn up schematics for its permanent replacement. With the help of her digital companion that is, he deserved much of the credit.

"Okay let's give her a try," Ingrid said over her shoulder and with a deep thrum of power and the ship shuddered for a long moment before becoming still once more. "That's got it. Inform the captain we are once more at full power. I'm going to the forge to work on that permanent solution."

Arkham Massachusetts (Terry and Mekada)

While the Black Razor sliced through the waters of the Atlantic, Terry Wilkes lay dreaming of myriad possibilities all flowing together in one seamless vision. Before closing his eyes he had received Nick's latest request for an upgrade on the new bioorganic avatar and in typical Nick fashion it was one hell of an idea. However lately he had been sending some amazing files along with his plans and this file was nothing short of ground breaking. All Terry had to do was find a medical researcher that had survived Aries that could tackle their half of this project.

Terry's dream changed subtly at first but then became more and more erotic. Then he actually felt her lips on him and the combination of his moan and the pleasure his avatar was giving him woke him at last.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMEKADA..." Terry moaned.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMASTER???"

"Are those your lips on my cock," he asked.

"Yes what do you think," she said before her lips returned to his hard flesh.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN," Terry groaned as he thrust his hips upward grinding against her face.

Mekada deep throated him with ease trying out her brand new throat. Then she was straddling him in the hammock lowering her tight virgin pussy onto him.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM how does that feel Master?" Mekada moaned as she began to ride her lover slowly.

"I love the shade of blue you've chosen," Terry remarked at the tuft of bright blue pubic hair that matched the hair on her head perfectly.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM thank you Master," she purred as she made little circles with her hips as she ground down against him.

Terry closed his eyes and enjoyed the wonderful sensations she was giving him and knew that there was little or no difference between her and the real thing. A job well done! He opened his eyes and she was smiling down at him obviously enjoying the brand new sensations her physical body was experiencing.

"Well," he asked as she lifted up and off of him and bent over a nearby worktable.

"Wonderful Master, better than I ever hoped," she moaned.

Terry rose from the hammock and absently checked his watch and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Is that the time? Holy shit Mekada! How long did you let me sleep?"

"Until you woke up. Master you were dead tired," she said wiggling her ass at him. "Want to punish me for being naughty and letting you oversleep?"

Terry couldn't help but smile as he stood behind her and eased into her drenched sex and slowly took his pleasure from his newborn avatar.

Temple of the Sun:

African Jungle

It had been long centuries since they had gathered together. They were the Twelve and their children were being systematically murdered by their Dark Mother and being reborn as a pestilence. Many were unchanged by the Long Years but a few had been reshaped by their worshippers and the culture of man. No more than Nanna Sin, the one time god of the moon. He saw recent events as the coming of the four horsemen and that the end of days had arrived. But he kept his thoughts to himself knowing the others would see it as weakness and foolishness. They gathered around the base of the temple of the sun and waited for the eldest child to acknowledge their presence. They gasped when they saw him with his bronzed skin and bright clear eyes. He called them by name in the order of their birth and their ranking amongst the Nephilim. As each name broke the silence, they walked up the steps and entered the temple and took their seat at the stone table within. When the last was summoned Anu, the sun touched, entered last and took his place at the head of the table.