Renegade's Revenge - Dark Love 2

CHAPTER 11

Robyn stood there, lost for words as the door closed. She had just sold herself into slavery. For what so that the man who stole her soul wouldn't be, hurt anymore? She must be going out of her mind. She had just found love, 'real love' , for the first time in her life. And she gave it all away.

"Tori, pet." Azrael helped him up. "I want you to heal yourself, take from me what you need to do so. I am going to take my new little one, and being to show her how her life is to be. Once you have healed yourself, come and join us. I will be in my chamber."

Torin grabbed his arm. "Azrael, Master, please. Don't hurt her, for me. Forgive her words if she has problems. It's my fault." He wanted to die right now. He had not only stolen her soul, but her life as well. She was to be a slave, had given up all freedom for him. "If I mean anything to you at all, promise me you will be patient with her."

"I will, precious. I will treat her the same way I treat you. I will be her Master, her teacher, and for now, her lover as well. Wait, you are fretting for no reason." He could feel Torin pulling power from him as he began to heal himself. "You take care of your injuries. When you join us, we will show your soul-bonded, how much love we can feel. My word Tori, I will care for her, and cherish her as much as I do both you and Morgan. For one day she too will be Kin. But she will be your Chosen, not mine. And as such my Grand-Childe."

"No." Torin whispered. "You'll have to do it. I can't, she is linked to me, and I could never push her out."

Azrael nodded. "This is true. Well we will work that out later, but for now, she is in serious need of some affection and understanding. Hurry pet. We will be waiting for you."

Robyn watched as Azrael came near. "Pet, are you all right?" Strong slender hands cupped her face. Tilting it up to look into her eyes. "You have nothing to fear from me Robyn. I am a gentleman. I will not harm you."

Robyn closed her eyes for a moment, trying to summon the courage to face him. "You gonna?"

"Yes, you and I will leave here, and go to my chamber. There I will blood-bond with you, and then I will show you that there is nothing to fear from my touch. I promise you pet, you will feel as loved and wanted as you have ever felt. Will you walk, or would it be easier for now if I carried you?" He felt her stiffen as he kissed her. "Do not pet. You made your choice, now you must live with it."

"I--I can walk." She trusted him, she knew she was safe, but she was still afraid. Zak had been so wonderful. She had trouble believing that anyone else could be as good to her as he had been.

"Master, remember dear, you must address me properly. I will allow you to use my name freely, in honor of the sacrifice you have made for my Chosen, but you must learn to call me master as well."

"M--Master." It took everything she had not to break. She fought to keep her control. It wasn't his fault not, really, she had agreed to this. She could have kept her mouth shut and let them finish with Torin she could have stayed with Zak and William. But she had chosen this. And since she had, she would accept it. "Sorry, Azrael, but the Master part will take me a while."

"I understand Robyn. We will work it out together. Now will you come with me?"

"Master." The word was but a whisper. "Can I talk to Torin for a moment?"

Azrael smiled at her. "Of course, but call him Tori, as I do. The only time anyone calls him by his full name is if he has behaved in a fashion that he should not have, or it is very serious indeed. Go on; talk to your bonded. I will wait."

"You gonna be okay?" She tried to sound at least a little cheerful. The guy had to be feeling like shit right now. She could feel some of what he did. "Don't do this to yourself. I am cool with it." She hoped she sounded at least a little convincing.

"Why?" He looked at her, his eyes searching hers. "Why did you do it?"

Robyn shrugged. "It was eating at me. I could feel what you were going though, and I just couldn't let it happen." She looked him over. Already his wounds were fading. "You're pretty good at this sort of thing aren't you?"

Torin took her hand, kissing it softly. "I will make it up to you Mistress, I promise. I will make it up to you."

"Hey now." She didn't pull away. "You got that in reverse there, kiddo. I'm the one that has to Master and Mistress everyone now. Not you."

"No." Torin shook his head violently. "Don't you ever call me Master. Azrael has that title, not me. Call me Tori, like he said. But never, please, unless you hate me. Never call me Master."

Robyn nodded. "Cool, no problem. And you'll call me Robyn, right?" He nodded. "I got to go with Azrael for now. See ya later?" She had given up her life for him. She was anxious to see if it was worth it.

"As soon as I am whole. It will only be a few more minutes. If my Master is willing to wait, I will be able to walk with you." He looked to Azrael. "Master?"

"Robyn, would you feel better if I waited? Would having Tori there when I bond with you make you feel safe?"

She turned from Torin, looking at him. "Would you mind Azrael? I would feel better. I won't argue if you'd rather not, but if you don't mind."

He came to stand beside them. "Precious, I will do what ever I have to do to make you feel safe. Yes, we will wait for Tori. Then the three of us shall go and be together." This time when he pulled her close and kissed her, she didn't flinch. "You will love my touch, of this I promise." He pushed he back against Torin. "You will never go without love again. Between Tori, and I, you will begin to grow. And once I have proven my honesty, you will have so many others who will love you." He could feel her tremble under his hands as he began to touch her. "Are you afraid of me pet?"

'Oh, Ga'Damn, were all vampires like this ? She tilted her head to one side, letting Torin's mouth explore her neck as she returned Azrael's kisses. No . Afraid wasn't quiet what she was feeling right now.

"Master." Torin looked up. "Let's go. By the time we get to your chamber, and you bond with her, I'll be whole again. If we keep this up, we'll end up staying here. Please, I don't want her first night with us to begin in the dungeon."

"Can you walk my love, or do I need to carry you." Azrael pulled back from Robyn.

"I'm okay now, just a few more of the worst marks to go. I can walk. Thank you."

"Then let us go. Robyn, will you come now? Does the prospect of our touch please you?" Seduction was an art, one that Azrael had been working on for over a three thousand years. "I want to hold you now precious, see you glow with passion."

Robyn kissed him, fully, feeling the coolness of his tongue as it enticed her mouth to respond. "Yes." She pressed against the hand that stroked her through her shirt. "Tori?"

"Right here, I'm with you baby." He slid from the table, pulling her from Azrael to hold her. "I won't leave you, not ever."

"Let us go. For if I do not hurry and get you both where I can hold you. We will shock the house by coupling in the hall."

Robyn didn't pay much attention to where they were going. She was too busy exploring how she felt about Torin. He had taken her into his arms the moment they left the room, and led her down the hall, still locked in the circle of them. It felt wonderful. She knew she should feel guilty at wanting to be there. She loved Zak and William. But she didn't. It felt right it was where she needed to be.

Azrael was pleased with her response to his Chosen. She was accepting her life. The bond between the two, helping, her to go forward. He would see that they were given not only ample time together, but with the others in his house as well. His new one was a physical child. She needed to be held, to be loved. "We are here." He opened the door, ushering the two in.

Robyn looked at the large bed, black silk sheets, and a promise of softness. There was nothing here that would scream vampire. Quite the contrary, the room looked like what any man, with refined taste, would choose for a bedroom.

Azrael pulled her away for Torin. "Pet lay down, finish your healing. Let me grant my little one here my blood and my life." He smiled at Robyn. "Will you allow me to undress you, or do you prefer to do that yourself?" He chuckled, when instead of answering she reached for the buttons on his shirt. "Patience child. First you."

Robyn felt the coolness of the air on her skin as Azrael pulled her T-shirt from her. "Ah, look Tori. She has rings, like Morgan." He batted at one gently. "I so love these. I believe I might have it done myself. Morgan has told me often how much more sensitive it makes her nipples."

"You would have to have Megel do it, or maybe Vincent." Torin lay on the bed, watching as Azrael undressed his bonded. "No human is going to be able to break your skin. But if you want it, I'll see about getting the stuff for you."

"Thank you pet." He looked Robyn over. She was such a lovely child. "And what is this?" Her hood ring poked out of between the lips of her sex. "Why you have one here as well. How is it you are so lonely pet? Your body is made and decorated for love?"

She shrugged. "Guess I scared too many men off. I like things that most folk don't. It's why I got the piercing's to begin with. I like them."

"But they must have hurt a great deal precious. Are you telling me that you prefer a firm touch?" He slipped out of his clothes with ease that spoke of several millennia of practice. "Lay down baby, I want to hold you now."

Suddenly Robyn felt shy. She was about to give herself to someone she had just met. It didn't matter with Zak, he was William's, and she had known, loved and been friends with him for a long time. Would she be able to do this? What if his idea of rough play was more than she could live with? Would he understand, or would he think she was some sort of pervert like so many of the guys she had dated before.

"You are frightened." Azrael lay beside her, Torin on the other side. "What has happened? Did my question of a firm hand disturb you? Precious, I will never do anything that you will not find pleasing."

"No, it's just." She looked anywhere but at him. "It's one of the reasons I can't seem to find a boyfriend other that William who I can handle. So many of the guys I have dated, either thought I was sick, or decided that just because I like to play hard, that they could fuck me over."

Azrael pushed her back into the sheets. "You are submissive, are you not? That is why giving in to me was easy for you. Your trust for Gabriel made it possible for you to trust me. I am one that you can submit to." The sigh that escaped her, as his mouth lowered and devoured a breast, was sweet. "The truth pet. If I made you my slave in my bed, my pet and plaything, would you welcome it? If I promised that you would find pleasure here, that I would never do more than just test your limits, would you welcome that?" His mouth moved to the other breast. "Would you submit to Tori and I?"

She moaned. Could it be really happening? Would fate smile on her just once? "You don't think I'm sick?"

Azrael laughed. "Child, I am almost four thousand years old. I have seen more in my life than you can imagine. I long ago gave up on the standard expectations of society. What two, or three, or five, or how ever many people do, to and with each other to show love and bring pleasure is good. I promise you, if you need to submit, here is the place to do it. You will have to bend to all the Vampyr here anyway. Shall we make it worth your time?" 'Such a fiery thing, and yet she was submissive. Oh well, everyone sought to balance themselves out one-way or the other'.

"Oh," the sharpness of his teeth against her nipple sent pulses of sensation through her. "I--if you--" His mouth found her neck, tongue tracing the line of her jaw. "Yes, Master."

"You will not be disappointed pet, I promise. Your trust will be well kept." He kissed her once more. "Will you be mine now? Offer me your throat, accept my hunger as well as my blood?" His fingers parted her legs, seeking the secret that lay there. "I have excited you already." The pleased, smug tone to his voice was one of superiority. The wetness of her sex spoke of her need. "Shall I take you now, before, or should I wait and let Tori bond first?" He turned to his Chosen. "Are you well now pet? She is your bonded, your mate. Do you need as badly as she?"

Torin had laid there, listening to their words. Did he need her, how could Azrael ask that? He had needed her since he had stumbled to far and had been forced to soul-bond with her. "If she needs this as badly as I do, I would die to hold her."

"Then come pet. Your mate needs to complete the link the physical grounding that should have taken place at the bonding. I will be patient. I have you both, and have all of eternity to explore my newfound joy. Allow me to watch as the two of you finish what you have started."

Robyn didn't protest as Azrael pulled away. She was too caught up in the prospect of seeing where all this would take her. She would have what she wanted, finally. Not even Zak had been able to do this for her. The damage to her body had prevented anything other that the lightest and most delicate of play, but now.

Her whole body stiffened with Torin's first kiss. It was as if suddenly he was inside her and, she him. Not only could she feel with her body and feelings, but also there was a strange overlay of feelings that seemed to come from the young man in her arms. She could feel his enjoyment too. He oldest fear died then. She would never be alone again, ever.

"Robyn," Torin's voice was an agonized whisper. He had no idea what touching her would do to him. But now that he had, he needed to take her. Needed to feel her beneath him. "Baby, I--I'll make love to you again, as many times as you want, but I have to. If I don't finish this, I'll go crazy. Let me."

He didn't give her time to answer as he parted her legs and moved to fill her. He couldn't have stopped himself, even if she had protested. But the cry that escaped her with his first filling thrust, removed all fear of rape, she wanted this as much as he did. Her sex was wet, and he could move without fear of pain. "Oh, damn." He had believed that when Azrael had made love to him the first time that he would never find greater joy, but now, as his heart and soul went to join his body, he knew that he had been wrong.

Legs lifted, fitting over his hips as arms pulled him close. He was stunned at the strength of her grip. It was as if she were with the single-mindedness that only a lover could have, trying to pull him into her. And as they began to make love, he could for the first time, understand what it was like for a woman to have a man love and make love to her. For he did, and she was so open to him he couldn't separate his sensations from hers. All feelings rose and blended, till soon neither could tell where one ended and the other began.

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Azrael watched on. The joy they shared reaching out to include him, he had never dreamed that a soul bonding would be this all encompassing. He began to get the sneaky suspicion that if Torin had not stumbled too far with her in her healing that they would have bonded anyway, the first time they made love.

Robyn had no idea how long they lay there together, locked in passion. Time no longer had meaning. But as she came back to herself and to the man with her, she suddenly realized that this was where she was supposed to be. Her whole life had been a preparation for this. "Wow." She grinned up at him.

Torin laughed at her. "Yes, that about sums it up, though I was about to use your own words to describe it.

"Ga'Damn?" She was grinning like a fool.

"Those words exactly." If he never touched another person in his life, but her, he would never complain. "I think I'm falling in love."

"Falling?" She giggled. "Sugar, I nose dived about six orgasms ago."

"So you forgive me for taking your soul, for ruining your life?" He couldn't believe it. It was almost as impossible as her being here, with him like this.

"Forgive you? Tori, I thank you. This is where I want to be. Forget the rest, I have."

Azrael chuckled. "So I take it that the mating was as successful as the bonding?"

"Master," Torin grinned over at him. "If it were anymore successful, there would only be one of us here instead of two. Gods know she tried hard enough to devour me."

"Me?" Robyn laughed. "Like, maybe, you should take a good look at my neck. Trust me, you're well on your way to becoming a vampire." The look on his face threw her into a giggle fit. "Stop it."

"Stop what?" Torin leaned down and nibbled along the side of her throat. "Stop this? I thought you liked it." His mouth moved over her skin, reaching up to capture an earlobe, pulling on the top ring there.

"Yeah, but if you keep doing that, I'm going to have to do this." The muscles around his still sheathed maleness tightened. Another, giggle as he moaned. "What's wrong, I thought you liked it."

Azrael threw his head back and laughed. She would be fine here, would mix with those in his care well. "Hold." He hated to separate them, but if he did not, it would be morning before he had the chance to finish her placement. "The two of you will have centuries to play, but for now, Robyn, it is time. Let your mate go and give yourself to me."

"Master." Torin moaned softly. "A moment please, she--"

"I?" Again Robyn looked shocked. "Hey now, who is on top and who, and what is in where, don't give me none of this, 'she' , shit." She looked over at Azrael. "What I think he meant was that right now, if he tried to pull away from me, he might just end of leaving part of his anatomy behind." But even as she smiled playfully at him, a hand reached to draw him near. "Seeing as he can't stop right now, maybe you should start." She pulled him closer. "Master."

"Answer me this." Join them, oh yes he would join them. "Has any man ever taken you anally, my sweet? Is that something you enjoy, or shall I be your first."

Torin twisted, pulling Robyn with him, so that he lay beneath her. The prospect of sharing this woman with his master was one that made his desires burn even brighter. Perhaps once she belonged totally to them, the three could explore all the avenues that were open to them. For though some of the sports that Azrael played had never interested him, with Robyn here now and her wants to consider, maybe now was the time.

Azrael moved to kneel behind her, body pressing against hers. "You never answered me Robyn. Do you want me, here, like this?"

"Please." Want him, how could he ask that. If she wanted him anymore it would probably be bad for her health.

Azrael pulled away momentarily, reaching for his nightstand. "Ssshh," he hushed her questioning noise. "One moment precious. A firm hand is one thing." The small jar in his hand was all the explanation she needed. "But to harm you like this, and now."

Had it really been just last night when she met Zak? So much had happened in the last twenty-four hours. And now, she had always considered herself just a little wanton, after all, one does not enjoy the types of sex she was known for, and not be just little loose. But she didn't feel wrong. It was like it had been with Zak and William. She wasn't a, tramp she wasn't cheep. The rules were different here. Vampires weren't, like everyone, else. They just didn't see life in quite the same light. So as she lay over Torin, his hardness still making her feel so good as it throbbed within her, and Azrael, behind, whispering praises for her willingness and openness, she could believe that this was right, and that they both were telling the truth. At least for the "oh ga'damn." She moaned as a firm hand in the center of her back, pushed her forwards, and another gently parted her ass cheeks.

Torin's fingers stroked her face and neck as she sighed with pleasure. "I'm glad you like us." Again his mouth returned to her throat. "Cause, I am going to spend the next hundred thousand years or so, proving to you how much I love you." He could feel her tense as the combined sensations of his mouth and hands on her body joined the movements of both his hips and Azrael's fingers. "Does it feel good baby?"

Good ? The word didn't even begin to describe what she was feeling. Nothing and no one had ever made her feel like she did right now. And as Azrael's fingers left her, only to be replaced by his own hardness, she wanted to scream out to the world her pleasure.

She opened to both, freely and willingly as they held her between them, she couldn't think or talk, she could barely breath. Torin would thrust up, filling her with his love, and before she could recover from the intensity of it, Azrael would move to do the same, even as Torin pulled back. They were timed, how was beyond her. How could any man show enough control to orchestrate their movements with another like this? But they did, a continual pull and push that set all her senses to burning as her nerve endings were teased and played till she was caught in a series of long, continual releases.

Torin pulled away, even as Azrael reached for Robyn's body, lifting her up to press against his chest. It was time; she would be his Master's now. But the thought didn't bother him as he watched Azrael's long, slow enticing thrusts change as he fed the passions he felt back into her. She was his, her soul as much a part of his as was his own body. He belonged to her as well, and together they would belong to Azrael, and he would grant them a life together that few ever dream possible.

Azrael pulled her long blue hair from her neck. The concept of anyone having blue hair amused him. He would have to let her keep it. But for now, there were other things to occupy his thoughts. "You become mine now precious." The muscles of her throat under his mouth flinched at the touch of his teeth. "The pain will be brief." And his thrusts became almost brutal as his fangs broke the flesh, and her sweet life filled his mouth.

Robyn screamed as her body was thrown into the blissful ecstasy of the combined feelings of the feeding and the painfully powerful thrust that drove her even farther down the path that she was now on. Surrender was hers; she gave in to it, welcomed it and held on to it as she gave her life up to him.

Torin was ready for Azrael as he finished. He had taken over the last several months to keeping a box of wipes in the drawer. Sometimes neither of them remembered to bring a washcloth to clean up with, and even though the taste the wipes left was not the greatest in the world, it beat the hell out of the alternative.

When he had first started sleeping with Azrael, cleaning his master afterwards had embarrassed him. But now, it was part of the play. "Hurry; Az," he used Jenna's nickname for him. "I want to be where she was."

"Soon love." He gathered Robyn close, pleased to see that there was no fear, no tears, or shyness. She was still open to them, still willing to explore all the desires she had. "Are you ready for me now pet, will you drink from me?"

"Hmm?" She tried to focus on him, but her whole world was hazy. Between the drugs and the overload of sensation she had just experienced, thought was hard. "Drink--yeah--now."

"Tori, hand me my knife pet. Let us see how much she enjoys the final step." He smiled down at her as he pulled her from his chest. "Wait sweetheart, you will be back in my arms soon enough." The knife pressed against his chest, over his left breast, severing the artery there. "Drink Robyn, be mine."

Drugs had never been high on Robyn's list of recreational activities, but the few she used didn't come near comparing to the power that flowed into her as she caught the blood running down his chest. Or the wave of pleasure that just added to what she had already felt, sending her back into the heat of release. Was there anything he could do to her that wouldn't feel good?

Azrael held her, even after his wound had closed. She had done as well with her surrender as Torin had. Both had done so freely, without so much as, a, moment's coercion, "you are mine now dear, as much as you are your mates. And one day, you will be my Childe, just as he will be. It is my gift to the two of you. You will have eternity to share you love."

"Cool, whoever said that love doesn't last forever, obviously never met a vampire." Her body hummed with contentment. "Azrael?"

"Yes precious?"

"Zak is still going to get the guys that killed my brother right? Just because I'm not with him, and, Will anymore doesn't mean they get off, does it?"

"No sweet, Gabriel will still see to it that they die for the pain they caused you. My Grand-Childe loves you sweet. As much as you love him, trust; let your pain find solace in that. The beasts that did this will never harm another person again. Now do you need to go to them? See that they are well with this. Reassure your young friend that you are safe. I trust Gabriel knows that no harm will befall you in my care, but William does not know me as you do."

She looked up at him. "You don't mind?"

"Mind, child this is my house, you will be here for a long time. We have all the nights either of us could possibly want. Besides, I spend more time dallying with my pets in my other chamber than here. I spend most of my time when within these walls asleep."

"But, there are," he didn't mean to tell her that he did this in public. "In front of everybody?"

He chuckled as Torin bit back a laugh. "Robyn, here, within my lair, there is not a mortal pet alive that is not willing to share themselves with anyone. You will welcome any and all to you, as freely as you have welcomed my pet and I." He cupped her chin. "Will you fight me on this?"

"No." Her surrender was more complete than she thought. "Is this part of what you meant when you told me I would have to with all the Vampyr?"

"Yes precious. Unless I say otherwise, you will bow to any of my Kin. Obey their demands and welcome their love. But I will, not, have you broken. I happen to love your bright fire. And I shall go to great lengths to see that it is not extinguished." He felt her press against him, a small tremble in her body. "What is this precious, are you afraid?"

"How long?" Would she spend the next century or two or five, as his slave?

"How long do you submit? Precious, your own needs are what I am striving to see filled." He cupped her chin. "We are talking bed sports here Robyn. You are as slave to me, yes, but that is only because you are my Chosen now. But you are also a pet of my domain share the rank of Chosen with both your mate and Morgan. All pets here mind Kin. But no one will abuse that privilege; you will be a pet in my house till such time as I make you my Fledgling. But the only time you become a slave, the slave your must be, yes I hear your fear, is when you are sharing yourself with either one of the Vampyr that reside here, or with your mate. And that is only because you crave it."

Torin laid a hand on her shoulder. "Wait baby, you'll catch on soon enough, just watch how the rest behave, and follow their lead. It's not so bad, you don't have to humiliate yourself or anything, you just show them respect."

"Well, shall we go, the sooner she sees that it is not the horror that she has convinced herself it is, the happier she will be." He reached for Torin. "I will see to you soon enough precious, I too would love to be where she was, locked between two lovers."

"Great, let's go."