Somewhere In Between

Title: Somewhere In Between
Author: MakaiKitty
Rating: NC-17
Category: Original Fantasy, "Fate" storyline
Pairing: Victor/Blaine, Victor/Caspian, North/Victor, Victor/Tamara, Sorrel/Tamara, Telen/Caspian
Warnings: Slash, Het, and Yuri, M/M, M/F, F/F, Violence, Language, Vampire Sex, Werewolf Sex, Daemon Sex, Anal, Rimming, Who knows what else... I haven't decided yet *LOL*
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Status: Complete
Story Notes: This story contains characters that were first introduced in "Fate". However, it is not really necessary to have read "Fate" to understand this story. In fact, you may like Victor better if you haven't read "Fate". As for those of you who have read "Fate"? No, Shayne and Lexi will not be showing up in this fic. Maybe in later stories (Victor has a long back story), but not this one. Also, I have a general outline for this story, but everything isn't set in stone yet. Just like with "Perceived Perceptions", I'm sure that some things will not go as planned. So, the warning lable above is just a general guide, I really don't know for sure where this fic will go. Just a warning, if you're squicky about some stuff (don't worry, there won't be beastiality or scat or anything too extreme) then read the warnings at the start of each chapter. However, I know from experiance, that most of my regular readers can handle anything that I throw at them, so I'm not too worried about any of you. Either way, I hope you enjoy the fic...

Chapter Notes: This chapter contains my first attempt at yuri or girl on girl lemons (don't worry, it's only a small scene) and I'm curious to know what you guys think. Please let me know if I did okay, because this isn't my ususal type of thing.

Somewhere In Between

Chapter Ten: Buying Time

"Was it just the wolfsbane," Sorrel turned to Lorcan as she reentered Lennora's rooms after seeing Victor off, "or was Victor upset about something else?"

"Not that I'm-"

"Do you really not know what a kokkonor is, Sorrel?" Lennora interrupted, looking quizzically at the sorceress from across the room. "I thought you knew everything."

Sorrel narrowed her eyes at Lorcan, but was all smiles when she looked down at the bemused young girl on the couch. Lennora didn't have a deceptive bone in her body, and for this Sorrel was eternally grateful, having taken advantage of this fact on more than one occasion. As she sat down opposite the curly haired hybrid she was pleased to see that this perceived shortcoming would be coming in handy yet again.

"Is that what your brother told you, Lennora?"

"He said you wouldn't tell him what a kokkonor is." Lennora answered honestly. Sorrel had taken care of her and her brother for their entire lives, and she was the ruler of all of Azvaria, so the young woman saw no reason not to tell the sorceress what she wanted to know. "Brother seemed terribly unhappy about it. Can't you just tell him about it so that he's not mad at you? I don't like it when you two fight."

"So Victor knows nothing of what a kokkonor truly is?" Sorrel pressed.

Lennora vigorously shook her head in the negative, her curls flying around her face as she did, her eyes bright with an eagerness to please. Even Sorrel couldn't help but smile at this little display, and she reached out a crimson tipped hand to pat the girl gently on the head, silently reassuring her that everything would work out for the best.

"Don't worry, my darling girl." Sorrel soothed. "Victor and I will talk about it in the morning."

Lennora did not see, or failed to understand, the dark glint in the sorceress' eye as she said this. Lorcan did not.

***

The room was heavy with the smell of sex, hot and moist, the air filled with the dying echoes of shouted utterances and choked sobs. Tamara lay exhausted, panting, sprawled across the middle of the bed as she fought to regain control of her breathing. She couldn't remember ever having felt better before in her life. After a moment more of harsh breathing she began to laugh unsteadily, turning her head to the side as she did, looking up at her lover with a ridiculously wide grin.

"I guess this means that I'm forgiven then?"

"Yes, my sweet," Sorrel sighed as she moved up to lean against the headboard of the bed, her normally pale skin flushed a soft shade of pink from her recent exertion, her grey eyes still bright with excitement, "all is forgiven."

In response to the skeptical look that passed across the smaller woman's face Sorrel opened her arms wide, allowing her actions to second her words, and Tamara smiled as her partner admitted her into the warmth of her embrace. She snuggled comfortably into the circle of Sorrel's arms, her back slightly arched against the sorceress' ample bosom, her body cradled in between the other woman's long legs. The young human all but purred as she settled into the new position, Sorrel's hands absentmindedly running along her arms and belly, her own hands coming to rest on the other woman's bent knee.

"I really didn't mean to speak out of turn." Tamara began after a moment more of relaxation. "I didn't know that you didn't want Master Victor knowing about the legends. You never told me not to say anything."

"You didn't know, couldn't have known, and that's my fault." Sorrel assured her. Then, in a rare moment of tenderness she bent her head to kiss Tamara's cheek gently, whispering in her ear as she continued to stroke her soft skin. "Forgive me? I didn't mean to get so angry with you for something that wasn't your fault in the first place."

"It's all right." Tamara easily brushed the earlier harsh treatment aside, as well as the tongue lashing that she had received more recently, but her confusion was not so easily pushed aside. Her curiosity and eagerness to learn had been one of the things that had attracted Sorrel to her, at least according to the sorceress' own words, so she hopped that she wasn't about to cause a new problem by asking her next question. Then again, luck had always been on her side, so she decided to chance it. She'd make it up to Sorrel later if she did indeed anger her teacher and lover. "But I still don't understand why you don't want him to know that he's the Kokkonor. It's a great honor, proof that he is indeed a great man who will have wondrous power someday, and as his creator I should think that you'd be anxious to let him know where his future lies."

"It's not that I'm not excited about Victor's future." Sorrel admitted, brushing aside a lock of her lover's short blond hair as she rested her chin on Tamara's shoulder. "He's just not ready to know what I know yet. He may have come of age tonight, but in so many ways he's still just a child, and I'm not certain that the time has come yet to tell him about the prophecy."

"I'm surprised that he hasn't found out about it already." Tamara mused. "I mean, it is a pretty big deal. And not just with the humans. Shouldn't someone have told him at least some version of the story by now?"

"My darling Victor has lead a somewhat sheltered life up until now." Sorrel said with a wry smile. "Although he would beg to differ, I suspect."

"But he's bound to find out eventually."

"Yes, I know." There was a slightly defeated sound to Sorrel's voice, something that wasn't heard from the powerful ruler very often, evidence that she knew that she was soon to be no longer in control. It was a feeling that she found to be both highly unappealing and more than a little alien. "But I hope to keep it from him for just a little while longer. There are things that need to be done before my boy can discover his true fate."

They fell into silence after that, but Sorrel could still feel a fine line of tension running through the young woman in her arms. It bothered her more than she'd care to admit.

"I'm not mad at you anymore, Mara." Sorrel whispered into Tamara's ear, licking the shell after she'd spoken, soothing the hurt the only way that she knew how. "All is forgiven."

Sorrel slid her hands up from Tamara's arms to cup her small, firm breasts, nibbling on the side of her neck as she moved. She felt a new sort of tension begin to take over her lover's body the moment that she began licking along the cord that ran the length of her slender neck, her fangs teasing the sensitive flesh with promises of both pain and pleasure, and a little moan escaped unchecked from the blond's mouth as she was teased and tempted.

Her feelings of exhaustion from only moments ago were instantly forgotten and Tamara arched up into Sorrel's touch, her own hands running back and forth across the other woman's long legs, dragging the blunt tips of her nails across what she knew to be sensitive flesh and muscle. Her neck craned back, seeking and finding her mistress' mouth, groaning as she was devoured from the lips. Fangs scraped across her tongue, the danger heightening her excitement, drawing a keening whimper from deep within her. When previously feather light touches turned rough, Sorrel's fingers rolling one of Tamara's delicate nipples between thumb and forefinger before savagely twisting it a moment later, an unexpected spike of pleasure went through her and Tamara broke free of their kiss to call out her lover's name.

Sorrel smirked in satisfaction as the smaller woman writhed against her, and she reveled in the satisfaction that she could so easily make the other come undone before she used her size and strength, as well as her preternatural speed, to her advantage by sliding out from under Tamara and flipping her onto her back before the younger woman even knew that she was planning to move. She growled as she pinned her apprentice under her, her eyes glinting with a feral satisfaction when Tamara archer her back and bared her neck, offering herself up freely to her lover's desires. Putting her body and her life in the other woman's hands.

The sorceress proceeded to drag her tongue across Tamara's body, her dark grey hair teasing in her mouth's wake, stopping to lap at a perky nipple before moving on to more tempting bits of flesh. She swirled her slick tongue into the indentation of Tamara's bellybutton, nipping playfully at her hip, before teasing the tip down between the hairless crevace between her lover's widely spread legs. She lapped at the juices her lover's body provided while the younger woman pulled at the long strands of her hair and moaned out her satisfaction.

"Sorrel!"

She knew that Tamara was already close, their earlier actions and her weaker human body unable to hold out much longer, so when Sorrel heard her name shouted in ecstasy she knew that it was her cue to bring the other woman over the threshold and into oblivion. In an instant Sorrel had replaced her mouth with her hand, moving up the bed with lightening speed, sinking two of her fingers into Tamara's warmth at the same time that her fangs thrust into Tamara's neck. Sorrel sucked hard as she set a pounding rhythm with her hand, knowing that it wouldn't take very much to bring the other woman to orgasm, and within seconds Tamara was arching beneath her and screaming wordlessly into the room.

Then there was silence.

They lay together for several minutes after that, their overheated bodies shivering with the aftershocks of their coupling, both feeling as though they had to learn how to breath all over again. Tamara felt like her body had become liquid soft, and she sank gratefully back into the mattress with a sigh of contentment. It didn't even matter that her vision was still blurred and that she shook uncontrollably, because she felt amazing. And Sorrel didn't seem to be faring any better as she moved with lazy motions to rearrange their bodies on the large bed.

"Shhh." Sorrel held the still trembling human in her arms, hands soothing across her hair and down her neck and back, whispering meaninglessly into the night all the while. Her own body was well sated, Tamara's blood pumping strongly within her, and Sorrel felt every bit as fulfilled as her lover obviously was. Then, when it seemed that Tamara was teetering on the edge of darkness, sleep coming to claim her, the sorceress spoke again. Her voice was low and careful, quiet yet strong, the barest hint of authority threading through the seemingly simple request. "You won't speak to Victor about the prophecy again, will you, my sweet Mara?"

"Of course not Sorrel." Tamara mumbled drowsily, already being pulled into unconsciousness by exhaustion. "Anything you say."

"That's right. You're a good girl." Sorrel cooed, running a hand across her lover's blond hair, kissing the golden patch of skin that was revealed. "A very good girl."

***

"You called for me, Mother?"

"Yes Talfryn." Sorrel sat in her favorite chair, a black leather creation that dwarfed even her statuesque form, and watched the fire burn low in the fireplace. It was late and she longed to join her lover in the next room, to curl up next to that inviting warmth and forget the world for a few hours, but she knew that there was one last thing that needed to be done before she could sleep. She pulled her heavy woolen shawl tighter around her shoulders and turned to address her son. "Come in, sit down, there's something that we need to discuss."

"What is it that it couldn't wait until tomorrow?" Talfryn wanted to know, irritation clear in his grey eyes, a frown on his otherwise handsome face. "I was just heading to bed."

"This will only take a moment, my son." Then, with one elegant grey brow arched for emphasis, she asked her child, "Or do you not have even a few moments to spare for your own mother?"

"Of course I have time for you." Talfryn answered dismissively, coming close to his mother and bringing one of her ivory hands up to his lips. "There is no one more important to me than you."

"Good boy." Sorrel shooed her son away from her, gesturing for him to take the other chair, a tired smile on her face. "Now sit and listen for a minute. This won't take long."

It took Sorrel a moment to collect herself, knowing that she had to choose her words carefully, before she at last spoke again. There was seriousness in her storm cloud eyes, and a crease between her brows, that told Talfryn just how selective she was being with her words. It piqued his curiosity, suddenly causing him to sit forward a little in his chair, gaining his interest despite his earlier lack of enthusiasm. He had only come because he knew that it took a true fool to ignore a summons from the Lady Sorrel, son or not, but now he was genuinely interested in why he was here. He hopped it would be something worth his time.

"I need for you to keep a close eye on Victor over the next several weeks."

That caught him off guard. Talfryn had been thinking many things in his mind as he waited for his mother to speak, but this had not been one of them. Victor had always been favored by his mother, and a jealous little voice had always said that she preferred the hybrid to her own flesh and blood, so why would the sorceress suddenly want the younger male to be watched? And by him?

"What-"

"Hush and let your mother speak." Sorrel interrupted, pressing on without giving Talfryn time to argue. "Victor has found out about the prophecy of the Kokkonor and I'm not ready for him to find out what that means just yet. There are too many preparations that still need to be made."

"How in the Seven Hells did he find out about it all of a sudden?" From the almost embarrassed expression that appeared on his mother's face Talfryn knew the answer to his question almost instantly. "You should keep a tighter leash on your human, Mother."

"I'll deal with Tamara as I see fit." Sorrel hissed defensively, pleased to see her son shrink back a bit as she did. "What's done is done, all that we can do now is see that Victor doesn't find out any more until I'm ready for him to."

"Who's going to be stupid enough to tell him?" Talfryn wondered, not hiding the fact that he felt that someone already had been rather stupid to have spoken about it. "Besides, you can just tell him to stop asking about it. He won't disobey you."

"Victor is a man now, or at least he believes that he is, and he seems intent on showing me that. I'm not entirely certain that he will follow my orders and cease his investigation just because I want him to."

"Then what do you want me to do about it?" Talfryn sounded very put out by being asked to help in this endeavor, and his mother had the nearly irresistible urge to cover the short distance between them and give her son a good smack to the head, treating him like the child that he was suddenly acting like. However, she restrained herself, and answered him without much more than a low growl in her normally deep voice.

"Keep an eye on him, just as I said before."

"And do what?"

"Report back to me about any information that he uncovers." Sorrel knew that Victor had sources that were not completely under her control, individuals who were more loyal to the young vampire hybrid than to their ruler, and she knew that the only way that she could prevent them from talking would be to secret Victor away an not allow him any contact with the outside world. Short of doing that, all that she could hope for was to be prepared, to give herself the option of knowing when to act before it was too late. "It may turn out that those around him know nothing as well. Until I know what sort of information Victor has at his disposal I don't feel the need to act. I just want you to keep a close watch on him and let me know who he's talking to. I'll decide what to do after that."

"Is that all, Mother?" Talfryn didn't like being treated like a common servant, and he wanted to tell his mother to have one of her guards do her dirty work for her, but the satisfaction that he already felt at the prospect of disrupting Victor's all too perfect life far outweighed any feelings of degradation that this task brought about in him. Not that he'd let his mother know how pleased this all left him. "If so, I think I'll be off to bed now."

"Yes, Talfryn, that's all." Sorrel said with a sigh, wondering if maybe someone else would have been a better choice for this job. However, the fewer people who knew about what was going on the safer it would be. She couldn't risk bringing anyone else into their inner circle. She'd just have to trust her son to do an adequate job. "You can go now."

"Goodnight, Mother." He should have been mad at the dismissive tone that his mother had used, but he wasn't, he couldn't be. Talfryn had a very busy day ahead of him and no time to worry about perceived slights. He was finally going to get a chance to show his mother who the better son was. Then he'd get all of the satisfaction that he needed when he forced her to apologize for years of neglect. He'd show her. He just had to wait for Victor to slip up.

TBC ...