The Undead War

The moment of silence came and eyes slid shut tightly, dirty lashes fluttering over blood smeared cheeks and bruised flesh.
The Undead War had finally come and now was the end of the cycle. The Chivanian Rule was at its last breath and its leader, Queen Eraluna, stood near the window in the tallest tower, tears burning at her eyes as her fingers found golden strands of her hair, jerking none to gently, screams erupting past those cracked lips. Her country was on its last foot and this was the end. All of her soldiers were sitting upon their horses, bones aching from the abuse, stomaches growling from lack of food, eyes burning from much needed sleep. Hundreds of men waited, taking in that breath of fresh, morning air as the sun set high in the sky, golden beams, twisted with a hint of blue, shining brightly over the land, over the soon to be battle field.

The commander took his place ahead of the bunch, legs kicking into the sides of his \'war dog\'. The horse cried out and turned on foot, bounding across the line that held the soldiers heads high. \"Now!\" He shouted, black hair in tangles , framing his pale face, brown eyes speckled with the green, shining brightly \"This is the day where we prove ourselves! Now is your time to fight with everything you have, gouge eyes, and stab when guards are down. Take every chance you can get and go for it..This is for our Country..Our beloved Chivania..and for our Queen..Eraluna..\" Silence was kept as the heads nodded , eyes darting off into the distance, catching glimpes of the \'Human army\'. Chivania was a country where Humans were not allowed. The humans were still just as filthy and greedy as when they stepped foot upon the sand of earths\' first hours. These humans wanted the land. They had killed off their own countries and stood together to take out the last bit of green grass. The Humans were foul creatures, fathers marrying their daughters when they grew tired of their wives, men beating women, treating them like the scum of the earth, bastard children being forced out into the streets and burned for speaking one Ill word of the man in rule.

Things were not always so bad.
The country of Chivania once allowed Humans, opeing her arms to the strangers, letting them feast at their tables, offering beds and horses; Anything they couyld have possibly needed.
Queen Elarune was leading the country when a certain man stepped forth and asked for food and beds for his men. He was given such things and yet, when the queen lay in her bed, sleeping peacefully, he removed his belt and took her as he did the whores back home. He made her take his seed and she would soon bear that child.
The child of a human and a Chivanian.
Elarune grew Ill as the months passed and died in childbirth. Her first born, Eralune, was of pure blood, flesh just as pale as his silken hair, eyes a deep red. He wanted to rule over the county, but it was law that the eldest female take the throne and do things as she would see fit.


Part two of Chapter one


A gasp slipped and fingers pushed deeper into the slick, warm channel of her womahood. Those bright blue eyes glazed over and the pale hips bucked over and over. She could feel it! The heat started to nip at her nerves, flooding her chest, nipples peaking as the flesh grew pink. \"yes\" Came the soft voice, deeper than normal, breathing going wild. It came and she screamed, tears sliding down flushed cheeks as her inner walls squeezed at the digits roughly.


For some reason, Aiden couldnt remember the hour. She couldnt remember closing her eyes and drifting off into a dark slumber. Her mind flew everywhere at once and those small fingers pulled something into the front of the line. She missed her lover, her companion, her man.
Feet pushed over the edge of a carved, wooden bed, blankets scattered about as a pillow or two lay upon the floor. Those feet went to the cold , polished stones and the toes curled. Long brown hair spilled over pale shoulder as a streak of white curled just over the left eye, teeth pushing down into the lower lip, nearly drawing blood. \"Where are you Sycatra?\" Aiden wondered, desperatley needing him, wanting his warmth, his smile, his embrace.
She began to wonder if he had slipped out and gone to his own bedroom or maybe he was in the great hall, drinking some of his men under the table. A sigh broke free and hands grasped a black robe, pulling it to cover her nudity as she headed out. She needed to find him.

Sycatra growled as he bared his fangs, hair smearing over the pale back in a black gob. His cheeks were flushed as his cock throbbed, balls slapping against a pert, round bottom. \"Take it!\" He roared, a new set of screams ripping from the blondes throat, her hips bucking, nails digging into the bed, begging for more, pleading for his most brutal thrusts.
They were given just as asked and bruises were already forming on the cheeks of her arse as his hips met them over and over, sweat beading at that brow, slipping, gathering in a small puddle at her lower back.
Most did not understand what he was, most really didnt want to know, too afraid that it would twist everything they thought they knew about the world. He was not Human and yet he hated the sun, its rayes making those brown and green eyes burn, growls usually slipping forth as a foot would kick up dirt. The Commander was a mix breed of Vampyre and Human. He was something new that made men go to their knees and beg for their lives.
He was also the lover of Aiden ..the Lover that she needed. But look at him..He had a whore in his bed, breaking her in, enjoying every moment of it.
He had no shame..


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