|Shake The Desease (standard:fantasy, 2095 words) [1/11] show all parts|
|Author: Jenkis||Updated: Dec 18 2000||Views/Reads: 2401/1319||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|First in the series following the life of Drakon; a boy on the verge of becoming a man living in a future world where the rules have changed. After WWIV, the earth became a dark and desolate place, the humans having made a pact with their greatest enemy,|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story gesture meant. “Oh, Drakon...” her eyes filled up with tears and she smiled. “Sioux, promise me you’ll meet me in the Forest after Sunset?” he was imploring her now. “Okay,” she gave him a faint kiss before running into the house, “I promise.” Drakon’s house was deserted, as usual, when he arrived. He sat around and did his homework until his parents got home. “Drakon, how was Schooling?” his Father inquired “It was good, Father,” replied the Son “Did you learn?” asked his Mother “Yes, Mother,” replied once again the Son “It is all good, then, Son,” said the Father “Father?” asked the Son “Yes, Son?” “I will choose my betrothed before my seventeenth Birthingday, will I not?” asked the Son “Yes, you will,” the Father was intrigued “Do you have anyone in mind?” asked the Mother “Yes, I do,” the Son’s voice faltered “And who would that be, Son?” inquired the Father “Her name is Sioux. She lives down this block,” Drakon bravely stated. “Well, let’s hope she’s still alive for your next Birthingday,” was all his mother said. Drakon sneaked out of his house half an hour after Sunset. The streets were deserted and he was shivering with fear. No one really knew when the *Vampyres* actually came into this part of town. The district of Moloch was divided into ten cities and the smallest and last was Shadow Way, where Drakon and Sioux resided. But the point was that somewhere after Sunset and before Sunrise the *Vampyres* came and took Their victim. Drakon walked briskly in the shadows, hoping that if the *Vampyres* were actually here, that they wouldn’t see him hiding in the shadows. It took him fifteen long minutes to reach the Forest. Sioux was waiting for him at a clearing deep into the Forest. She jumped into his arms as soon as she saw him. “Drakon, I was so worried!” she gasped into his ear, “I thought They had gotten you.” He tightened his grip on her, suddenly aware of odd yet pleasing sensations coursing through his body at the feel of her body against his. He looked into her eyes to see a pair of light-violet orbs staring back into his. He stared at her in awe. He had never imagined a color so rich and beautiful. Her eyes were the most remarkable shade of violet he could’ve ever imagined. He knew these colors and the names because he’d read about them at the Library, where it was safe to behold colors. She blushed a deep crimson and looked into his eyes, dazed. He’d taken off his own lenses before leaving, revealing his beautiful sapphire eyes and saw her even lovelier now, the light of the moon brighter above them. “My mother said it was a sign the *Vampyres* would get me sooner,” she whispered, “My eyes, I mean.” “They’re beautiful, Sioux,” he said into her hair as she rested her head on his chest, “You’re beautiful,” he added and she melted against him; her hands embracing his waist and sending delicious shivers throughout his body. She looked up now, and her eyes seemed enormous and glossy with tears. “My heart is pounding so fast,” she whispered “Mine, too,” he said “Is this what those books said Love was like?” she frowned slightly “I think so,” he answered before covering her mouth with his. The kiss was innocent and sweet at first, then Sioux’s hands were treacherous, pulling him closer against her body and making him moan in pure pleasure. Her tongue forced itself softly into his mouth and sought his; Drakon met the kiss shyly at first, then was astonished at the urgency and passion with which he started to kiss her back. Drakon was familiar with Coupling, as all other fifteen-year-olds (Coupling in this world had become strictly important to keep the human species from extinction). He had indeed once done it the first time with a skilled Mistress that had been hired on his fifteenth Birthingday so that on his Wedding Day he would know what to do. But that had been different, of course, it had been strange and although he had enjoyed it, there wasn’t the sense of forbidden intimacy and need he and Sioux shared at this moment. His hands found themselves pulling her shirt off to reveal a pair of exquisite, luscious breasts under a black lacy bra. He was suddenly aware that they could die here together, were the *Vampyres* to find them, but he also suddenly didn’t care. He teased her soft pink nipples through the lace with his tongue and tasted Heaven. “Sioux, I want you to be my Betrothed,” he said to her as he laid her down on the ground. “Of course, Drakon. I always knew I’d be,” she half-whispered, half-moaned as he took her breast into his mouth again, this time after removing the bra. She sighed and gave herself over to the sensations in her body utterly, slipping out of her black pants and panties. He was awed at the sight of her nether hair, which was a light, shining violet like her hair must have been before they dyed it. He clumsily tore at his shirt and pants, longing to be inside her, bathed in her essence. “My Drakon, my reflection,” she whispered as he softly entered her, “Dance the ghost with me.” Strange words, they were, but strangely enough he understood what she meant, always had. Her hair smelled of violets and he breathed it in, loving the feel of it against his cheek, the way her eyes stared into his as the waves of her own ecstasy finally climaxed and then subsided. Her name escaped his lips as he collapsed on top of her. They lay entangled with each other, on the soft ground, for a very long time. Their gazes fixed on each other’s eyes. No words or promises were spoken because they weren’t necessary. And perhaps because they knew that the promises were eventually going to be broken, nothing was sure in the world they lived in. They snuck back home sometime after midnight, to dream dreams of Freedom and of the Future Together. * * * The boy awoke with a start and then gasped in horror. It was Night Time. His window was wide open. Drakon sat up in bed, drawing up his knees against his chest and hugging himself. Then suddenly, there was a movement in the corner of the room and there was nothing he could do when he realized in fright that a *Vampyre* was having him for dinner tonight. The *Vampyre* had hair like the sun and eyes like the sky. Quickly He laughed, shaking His head, creeping closer and closer to the foot of the bed and softer than shadow and quicker than flies His arms were all around Drakon and His tongue in his eyes. “Be still, be calm, be quiet, now, my precious boy,” He said, “Don’t struggle like that or I will only love you more. For it’s much too late to get away or turn on the lights, a *Vampyre* is having you for dinner tonight!” Then Drakon felt like he was being eaten by a thousand million shivering furry holes, and he knew that in the morning he would not wake up in this shivering cold world and that the *Vampyre* in him would be hungry. Tweet
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