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Log; Ongoing

When; 29 November
Rating; NC-17 for threesome. I repeat, NC-17.
Characters; Alessa (

wisdom_rcvr), and Xulchibara

revelations9x6)
Summary; In which Alessa overcomes her last fears, Henry gets over his shyness, and Xulchibara gets to really let loose.
Log;

Deep blue eyes shone at the sight of the moon through her window. Alessa used to always hate the night, faced with nothing but nightmares and the twisted imaginings of an equally twisted little girl. But now that she was healed, she loved to stare at the moon. Some nights she would just sit and stare out her window as if in a trance until Henry would realize that she hadn't moved from her spot in hours and had to drag her to bed to get her sleep. Not a day went by that Alessa took the sight of the moon for granted. She loved it so. She hoped her daughter would love the moon too...whenever her daughter came.

Alessa was in no hurry to bear children. She knew it was bound to happen, that it would come to pass, but it would happen when it happened. She would let fate take its course. It had a funny way of doing that. Just as it had brought all of them together.

She reached out to touch the glass of her window, the cool glass slightly relieving to her fingers. She stepped back, and, on a whim, brought her hands together as if clasped in prayer, her eyes never leaving the moon. If I could worship anything else...I would worship the moon, she thought, willing her power to flow through her fingers. With a slight effort, a small black vine creeped around her right wrist, and as she drew her hands away, a small dark blue flower with silvered tips sat gently in the palm of her hand. Creating beauty was something Alessa found herself doing whenever she could. For so long, she had only created pain and agony, distorting what was there. Creating beauty helped her feel as if she were not entirely a monster. It made her feel better.

Alessa slowly moved to sit in the window seat, the flower cradled in her hand.

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" That is very delicate work..." a honey and woodsmoke voice commented from the floor where a bar of moonlight created a deeper shadow just beyond the sill.

..As with any good predator, Xulchilbara was more than capable of discreet silence even when moving from one shadow to another, when he wanted to.
Once noting her reaction he smiled impishly, and relaxed the strangle hold he had been keeping over his naturally discordant presense.

Like a hot exhalation of relief, the waves of energy that made the God more spiritual than physical spread outward to lap like the incoming tide at the other shaded recesses of the ornate room.
Similarly, he stretched like a lazy cat, then leaned against the window seat; studying her...idly he tried a small experiment, and reached out to settle his palm over her thigh.

A light gesture, yet still a taste of the physical contact with her that he craved.

"Whom did you make that for?" he asked, flame wreathed eyes burning steadily as they watched her's for any change in her calm acceptance of his advances.
...Then again, her whole demeanor toward the Red God had changed somewhat since a few weeks ago...

In his opinion it was both better and worse.
Better, for she allowed, and even encouraged small intimate touches on his part....and yet worse for the same reason.
For thirty years being unable to touch her had been less of a burden than it was now.
For now she was not only beautiful...she was breathtaking in her easy wearing and wielding of this mantle of power.

Alessa smiled warmly, a small shiver passing through her at the contact, love and adoration in her blue eyes. Xulchibara was so many things to her....he was like the parent she had never had, her best friend, and - dare she hope or think it? - only lover she had ever known. He was the only one she let get close to her, and although she and Henry would become very, very close, nothing could compare to the bond that she and Xulchibara shared.

"The moon, I suppose," she murmured, answering his question. "She's so beautiful...but the moon can't receive flowers, so..." She held out her hand to him. "You can have it. I have another gift for you as well."

Brushing her free hand lightly against his own, she rose from her seat, crouching down to grasp the sides of the window seat's surface. The wood lifted easily, revealing a hidden compartment. Holding it open with one hand, Alessa reached in to take out an ornate wooden box, setting it down gently on the floor as she set the seat back in place. She opened it, and tenderly removed a feather the size of a small cat, its white texture ghostly silver in the moonlight. Alessa held it out to her patron god, her head bowed in respect, as was expected of a handmaiden.

The angel feather you requested, Xulchibara, she told him mentally, her mind subtly touching his. She couldn't help but think of how handsome he looked, and her heart swelled with emotion. Morpheus had said that Xulchibara was heading to his own destruction...she couldn't bear to go on without him. It wasn't because she was weak, oh no. The connection they had was so strong, that, if one were to die, the other would either die as well or go mad with the grief and rage that came with it.

...My Lord is pleased? she inquired, swallowing slightly underneath that burning gaze.

He rose from his seated position on the floor, to join herin the window seat; moonlight made him a study in sharp contrasts; black, white, and reddish tinted light in his eyes.

Taking the offerred flower, he looked at it blankly ( though since Alessa, of anyone in this place, knew him best, that blank look may have translated as what passed for confusion with him) and examined it.
His first impluse was to tear it apart to see how complex her Hand of Power was, and whether or not the petals would give way to the expected pistol and stamen.
However, she may hav taken such an action badly ( destruction alone, rather than destructive curiosity) so instead he passed his thumb across the outer petals, and turned the blues to a red so deep it was almost black, the silver to a freshly minted copper color.

This had always been the way with them, though.
She could create matter from nothing, where he could only rearrange the raw materials into something closer to what he desired them to be. Granted, he was amaster of his art....but only Alessa could create something entirely new from the most basic sub-atomic material.

The blankness dissapeared with the smile, and flare of jewel-toned violet in his eyes at the presentation of her second gift.
An ethereal light played along the quill, as he took it, the feather itself seeming ot object to being handled by this monstrous, alien creature.
Oh, yEs, My lOvE....MoSt PlEaSed he replied.

Burning eyes trailed down the end of the feather, then raised to meet hers...that red glow hinting at the edges again, as desire so often manifested itself when in close proximity to her.
Slowly, as was almost habit when dealing with his Handmaiden, the God set the feather aside, then leaned in closer to place the now-altered flower behind her ear.

...He had meant to do only that...truly.
But she was watching him, and the fear that always colored her blue eyes was very notably absent now.
When one made a study of the slightest nuance of behavior as the God made of Alessa, that difference was a large one.
He had been very good about displaying amazing restraint with her...always careful of idle touch, always allowing her some avenue of escape; never cornering her into any possible negative reminders.

...But something had changed between them not all that long ago, and he had not dared to hope that change ran as deeply as it did...until, by chance, she had seen his bare skin coated in blood from mouth to thigh.
Seeing that change again, he didn't speak ( by mind or mouth)...simply, and inexorably as a magnet pulls toward it's opposite, his mouth found hers.

A shiver of touch, and it was already too much to bare, being so far away.
Flower and feather forgotten, his hands found her thighs again, and trailed thier frozen fire along her skin, to then wrap around her hips and force her closer; to deny her escape from him, his mouth on hers, or the growing attraction both had been trying to keep in check since that first fateful merging of mind to mind.

Henry had been working very hard, on things he knew and things he didn't. The weapons training was nice, even though he missed having an instructor. The sword the Red God had given him was perfect, and he practiced every day. But there was something else...

He wasn't sure what exactly it was. It had to do with how he'd changed, since Xulchibara took him in and gave him purpose. He felt comfortable and tense at the same time. Maybe that feeling of belonging someplace had done a lot for his confidence. But his perceptions had changed and now he had to make sure he was using them as effectively as possible. He knew he had to be ready to protect Alessa when the time came.

He had finished for the day, finally. His schedule was sporadic, but the order in which he did things wasn't. Now he could come to his room and sit and watch the moonlight with Alessa, and perhaps coax her into bed.

Except Alessa was not alone, and she most definitely did not have her foremost thoughts on the moon. The sight was possibly more beautiful. If it had been anyone else with his lips on Alessa's, Henry would have destroyed him- although likely Alessa would have taken care of that already. As it was, Henry dropped the papers he was holding and just stood, staring. He didn't want to disturb them, but it was undoubtedly too late for that...

Hands clutched onto Xulchibara as their bodies pressed against one another, heated passion beginning to take root between them. Alessa was not scared anymore, and with a shudder, she recalled the night she had seen Xulchibara pass from Vincent's room, covered in blood. As soon as she saw him, she knew there was no turning back, that all fears had subsided and she was willing to surrender to the more carnal desires that she had feared for so long.

She yearned for him, wanted the Red God and the exquisite fire he could promise her. A shuddered breath, perhaps, and then, the whisper of papers falling to the floor.

Alessa reluctantly pulled away with a whimper of regret, her eyes finding Henry's. She swallowed, shame about to overtake her, but there was no anger, hurt or jealousy in those eyes, only awe. "...Henry," she whispered, swallowing, trying to catch her breath. For a split second, that vivid dream of hers passed through her mind, and she shivered, the thought of being loved like that by the two of them almost too good to be true.

He had been about to force the return of her attention, but the serpent's slightly shocked, ( yet strangely not angry?) emotions travelled along the mark the man bore to connect with it's source.

The God's reddened eyes flared with streaks of molten gold as the realization that Henry was quite pleased with the thought of the Handmaiden in her Master's arms became apparent, and a slow, predatory smile lit his expression.
Without waiting for, or even asking her permission, the God physically lifted Alessa as he stood, guiding her to wrap her legs around his waist lest she fall, while his hands held her firmly in place against him.

Crossing in silence to the bed, he set her down gently, then slipped behind her so that while both now faced Henry, Alessa sat in front, the God behind; pressed to her back, his hands snaked around to alight on her shoulders.

He kissed her neck, taking his time to mouth her pulsepoint with a bare scrape of teeth ( not enough to puncture the vein, but enough to make a seductive threat of the possibility.) His hands drifted, torturously slowly from thier place on her shoulders, to her collar, then down, down...until they cupped her breasts; index and mid fingers lightly pinching her nipples.
His left hand remained, massaging and teasing her breast, as though it were loath to leave off, while his right travelled further.
Over her ribs, to caress her belly, and finally skim two fingers just barely an inch away from her mound.

Chaotic fire burned in his eyes when they found Henry's again, and with Handmaiden pressed from shoulder to thigh against him, the God still felt that something was missing.

This small teasing show had been for Henry's benefit after all....it was high time the Serpent shed some of that shyness.
A pale right hand rose, and stretched seeking fangers for the awestruck man at the door, and the God pushed a tiny flare of power toward Henry.
A seeking tether to awaken the man's mark, and pull him toward the two on the bed.

CoMe, My şArpE....Do nOt DenY uS YoUr PreSeNcE?
Another draw on the mark accompanied the ebb and flow of heated chill, for a scent may be a cue for human arousal, so was the sense of aura a cue for Xulchilbara's.

YoU BeLoNg HeRe, In oUr ArMs
The Handmaiden ( perhaps unintentionally) moved and pressed herself closer, causing her bottom to press against the demin stretched taught between her master's legs.
He, in turn, pushed back, and the light in his eyes brightened to a desperate intensity.

CoMpLeTe Us, HeNrY....

Henry watched, open-mouthed, as the Red God moved hands over Alessa. He blushed more and more with each passing second, eventually having to hold onto the doorframe. It was as if he had to keep telling his brain that yes, this was really happening. Yes, this was for his benefit.

And then there was that flash of power- it seemed to pull him out of his daze. Stunned out of his habit of speaking with his mind, he stuttered. "Yes, I...I will. I do. Oh..."

It was almost hard to walk toward the two, the air was so thick with tension. Therefore, Henry's steps were slow, almost painfully so. A long walk across the carpet, and then finally he was near them. And oh, the details he could see. The first beads of sweat, the pull of fabric, the light in their eyes.

Henry wasn't quite sure how he should join them, but he decided to start with a kiss. He placed hands on Alessa's shoulders and placed his lips gently on hers. His left hand moved back and towards Xulchibara's arm as Henry realized he really needed to be touching both of them.

Blood pumped through her veins, her heart racing as Xulchibara touched her, kissed her, scraped his teeth against her pounding pulse. She moaned softly as his hand grew near that heated place just as before, and she did, indeed, press closer to Xulchibara; it was her way of telling him that she wanted all of this.

Blue eyes shone with an inner silver fire, watching Henry make his slow and painful journey across the room. She wanted to whisper "please...come closer," to him, to show that she wasn't afraid anymore, but Xulchibara's hands and lips kept her from saying anything.

She returned Henry's kiss with gentle consent, her hands lifting to cup his face in them. It was gentle at first, but Alessa found it too hard to maintain their gentle loving stance that they had always maintained. She nipped at his lower lip, and turned the kiss into something fierce and passionate.

I know you have been holding back for my benefit, Henry, and I am grateful for that, she said to him mind-to-mind. ...But I'm not afraid anymore. It's okay. Her hands reached past his collar to gently touch the beginning of his chest, her fingertips memorizing the feel of him,; all the while she pressed even harder against the Red God.

Give me fire... Her mind touched Xulchibara's now, and it was a silent growl, a primal urging that came from the basest of Alessa's instincts, her very core.

The God growled aloud at Alessa in return, and snaked an arm around her waist.
A bit of shifting and he physically pulled her back across the bed with him to both make room for Henry & still keep her pressed tightly against him. It drew her out of Henry's reach breifly, but Xulchilbara quickly made up for it by taking a handful of Henry's shirt & drawing him onto the bed.

Once Henry was seated, the God went immeadiately for the buttons on his pants, while urging Alessa, mentally, to make short work of his shirt.
Once Henry's pants were unbuttoned, the God left the rest to Alessa, and focused, instead, on her.

Kneeling, his hands skimmed her thighs, gathering the fabric of her nightgown, then while still trailing scorching ice across her hips, her sides, and finally her arms; he removed the light fabric completly.
The God, himself was wearing only a reasonable facsimilie of dark jeans, but with Alessa pressed between himself, and the Serpent, his attention was all for the two of them.

One hand traced Alessa's curves, lingering on her belly, then tracing down to brush lightly against her mound. The other reached for Henry, and curled in his hair to draw him away from Alessa's lips long enough to claim a kiss for himself.
The ebb and flow of pained pleasure was timing itself to the heartbeats of the two humans, drawing and receeding as waves of pure want. Xulchilbara himself was not a temperate creature by nature, and Alessa had already begged for the fire.
.....But as Henry was still shy, and she had spent almost 30 years torturing her Lord at an arms reach, so too did he turn the tables on her.

She begged for the touch of his mind to her's, her own thoughts reaching for his desperatly. However, with three minds, three bodies, such a merging was more like a carefully orchestrated dance.
A dance whose culmination would be all the sweeter for the slight delay.

His Handmaiden was pressed to his chest, and now the serpent was pressed to her's with the God's finger's twined in his hair; the racing pulse of searing pleasure-pain racing from one to the other like an electrical current...but that current promised greater intensity if allowed closer...deeper connection.
The God's opposing hand teased, and rubbed Alessa mercilessly through the light fabric of her underwear, while she, in instinctual response, pressed back against him, tiny sounds marking her desire for more.

He denied her, however ( through sheer force of will) and slitted raging eyes watched Henry as the God drew away from the kiss, and used his now-freed hand to coax Henry's into brushing her breasts' lightly.

((OOC: Niether of you were on, so I took liberties with clothes ^^; ))

It was a good thing Henry had the direction, really- he was still too overwhelmed by everything. He half-closed his eyes as he brushed against Alessa's chest, but he couldn't leave it at that for long. Soon he was squeezing and pinching, focused on the connection. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he was still alert and ready to hear Alessa cry out and tell him to stop- if she did get scared, he'd drop it immediately. But the rest of him is left to do whatever it wants, and what it wants right now is to be closer to the both of them.

His shirt was in the way of that- with a small annoyed grunt, he pulled away to pull off the dress shirt, then tug the undershirt away. His hair stuck up in a thousand directions afterward, but he certainly didn't care.

And then his hands were on her again, both her and his god's. His right hand was on her chest while his left was in the Red God's hair. Both felt like they were on fire. He kissed Alessa deeply, letting his tongue map the inside of her mouth. And then that wasn't enough and he moved downwards to nip at her neck.

I love you so much, he sent out, to the both of them. And I love You, too. This is...perfect. The sharp and wonderful shocks wouldn't stop- they couldn't. Henry squeezed the both of them closer, as much as possible.

((ooc: Works for me. :D ))

I love you too...I love both of you, she sent out in return, her kiss becoming gentle once more, hands exploring this unfamiliar territory that was Henry. He was beautiful, and Alessa felt safe. She gave a small purr akin to the kind that Xulchibara would make as she felt Henry's teeth graze across her skin.

The symbol on her forehead was glowing, and it wasn't just physical pleasure that coursed through them; it was something spiritual as well. Something had bonded them, and it was creating an exquisite nameless pleasure at the close proximity that the three of them were at.

Hands trembling, she managed to slip Henry's jeans off, her hands trailing up his legs, thighs, stomach, chest, to finally rest behind his neck, her fingertips caressing him. She pulled away momentarily to look at him, really look at him, and found that familiar tugging at her heart that always seemed to take place whenever she looked at him. She smiled, and drew him close again, her hands exploring the unfamiliar contours of his body while nuzzling him.

Of course, this sort of composure couldn't last very long with Xulchibara so close, and she hissed through gritted teeth as the God continued to rub her. She moaned softly as her lips found Henry's shoulder, and the torture that the Red God was giving her was maddening and yet sweet. She wanted to feel some kind of release, but at the same time, the pleasure was too much to bear.

Both professions broke something in him...perhaps a measure of control.
A hiss and snap of teeth closed a hairsbreadth from the back of her neck, and Xulchibara took over the dance again.
...BoTh Of YoU...BoTh ArE MINE, AnD I AdOrE YoU So...

One arm slid around Alessa's midsection and held her firmly against him while the other rose to grasp Henry's shoulder.
A sharp-edged grin joined the raging wreaths of fire in his eyes as he pushed Henry back and slightly to the side, thus throwing the man off balance.
Now with Henry laid flat on his back across the bed, the God leaned foreward, pushing Alessa with him.

She was still caught between man and monster, but instead of kneeling together in a careful exploration, she was lifted slightly, to straddle Henry's hips, then forced by the larger stature and weight of the God to lean down over her human lover.
A rather compromising position considering the nude, and nearly nude states of the two of them, and a mischievious, manic laugh brushed against two minds.

Should she so choose, she could sit back as he did, but only so far, and unless Alessa meant to completly pull away from them, she would find herself once again kneeling with Henry under her, and the God pressed to her back.
As it was, said God took full advantage of thier positions to first use razor edge nails to cut away the thin piece of fabric that was Alessa's last bit of symbolic armor.

He emitted a deep vibrating purr at the image before him; beautiful Handmaiden, and Serpent completly nude, and completly aroused...He had, after all, been waiting a very long time for this.

He bent foreward once more to place a scalding kiss at the base of Alessa's spine, then without very much in the way of warning, pushed one of those teasing fingers against the wetness between her legs...then shivered as he eased that finger inside of her.
Not to be forgotten, his opposing hand traced down to cup Henry's erection gently, and sent a thrill of sensation dancing across nerve endings for the simple pleasure of hearing both of the lovers gasp simultaneously.
A bit more pressure to Henry, and a withdrawl of pressure for Alessa, then, and he couldn't help the grating sort of groan at the mental responses he felt from both.
So intense was it to feel two sets of arousal that his hips pushed lightly against Alessa's, thus forcing his hand to seat itself deeper into her.

He'd been surprised by the push to the bed, as he'd been by the way Alessa pulled his jeans off. It was all faster and sharper and better than he expected. And then Alessa was pinning him down and that fire was flaring up in the mark around his neck.

He was trying to stay mostly quiet, but Xulchibara pushed him over the edge. He groaned loudly into Alessa's hair, sought out and found her ear to lick and bite.

Pinned as he was, he could do little else but squirm. His hands passed over Alessa as hers did over him. Even after healing, she still smelled vaguely of fire, and he found he liked that very much. He was moving under pure instinct by this point, the earlier shyness no longer apparent. His body was merely reacting to the incredible amount of sensory overload it was getting, snapping back and forth from one thing to the next.

So it was that his mouth eventually left those ears; he freed one hand and used it to pull the Red God's lips to his, connected over Alessa's shoulder. He had to feel that perfect burning.

Alessa watched what Xulchibara did to Henry in fascination, her own feelings forgotten. She was still naive and ignorant in the ways of the human body, and this sight was something that she had never seen before. Normally, the sight of such a thing would make her recoil and run from the room, but this was Henry. Henry was gentle and loving, and he would never hurt her. This was just another part of him. The Serpent's serpent, if you will.

Alessa nipped at Henry's shoulder as he began to kiss Xulchibara, and she groaned softly at the sensations she was picking up from Henry and feeling herself. So far, there was nothing coming from Xulchibara's mind, but she knew that if she was patient, she would be rewarded. For now, she was just going to enjoy the moment.

Moonlight continued to pour through the window and bathed the three in her blessed moonlight. Alessa caught glimpses of Henry's face and couldn't help but think how beautiful he was, how perfect all of this was. Somehow, this seemed so right. It was almost as if this was how it was supposed to be, the three of them, forever and for always. She knew it wasn't true, that it couldn't just be the three of them, but she couldn't help but think that as she whimpered to Xulchibara in encouragement.

The God's mouth fed at Henry's, his tongue pushing deep to taste the delerious want it found there.
A soft growling groan rose from somewhere in the vicinity of his chest, and he withdrew fingers from the both of them.

Heat that travelled from that burning point, down through thier connected mouths, to push, and stroke itself against the deep, and secret places inside of the serpent
The presense that was The Red God's nature washed over both of them like a thick liquid, evidence of his rapidly fraying control over himself.

His hands then slid down the handmaiden's back, following the curve of her spine, then lower over the swell of her hips, until his fingers found her thigh. He was forced to break the kiss momentarily to lift her, with just his hands on her thigh. The movement of being lifted spread her legs, then down once more so that her feminine wetness pushed against the serpent's masculine hardness.

The God's eyes remained raging slits of predatory desire as they flicked from Henry's heated greens to Alessa's yearning blues. A bladed grin spread across his features, and without asking permission from either, pushed down with hands, and hips alike.

Due to earlier distraction, and the slow, careful arranging on the God's part, the first inch of Henry's erection now pressed into the wet heat between Alessa's legs; The Serpent into The Reed.

Having thrown open the psychic barriers that protected the both of them from the maelstrom of his consioussness, and simultaneous to physical penetration, The God thrust his mind into Alessa's.
A molten lash of sensation pushed into her....and then travelled down the connection between thier three minds and found Henry's as well.
Xulchilbara gasped at the dual responses he felt, partially in surprise, and partially from the wave of love and lust mixed.
For all of his immortal life, he had never been part of a triumverate, for triumverate this most certainly was.
Maithuna, or 'a union', and one not of his making, but one that had asserted itself among them without any prompting on his part.

They were, indeed, meant for this.

They say there is no light without dark, no good without evil, no male without female, no right without wrong. That nothing can exist if its direct opposite does not also exist. In that moment it was understood that though each opposite needs the other, they also can’t exist simultaneously. They are two sides to a coin, but what of the coin? What is the coin that separates good from evil, light from dark, what is it that binds them together, yet keeps them eternally apart? Good and evil, light and dark.... With Henry and Xulchilbara, it was Alessa.

Joined physically and mentally as they were to thier Lord, every sensation each one experienced, so did thier God: The heated ache of being inside the woman you love mixed and melted into it's opposing sensation of being filled on so many levels by a man.

It was like being a part of both of thier minds and bodies at once, and to such an exquisite level that it was overwhelming him enough that the burn of his touch intensified, the seal that held him in this physical body glowing with an angry red light at the ethereal energy that strained against it.

((OOC: >.

Xulchibara withdrew himself from her, and she whimpered in protest as he did so, not knowing what to expect next. Before she knew it, his hands were on her thighs, and she was being lifted towards Henry. A part of her knew what was coming next, and although the lust and want raging inside her wanted it very desperately, a part of her protested.

Xulchibara. I'm scared. Her blue eyes sought his, seeking reassurance and comfort, but he merely smiled. And before she knew it, the Serpent and Reed were joined, and Xulchibara's chaotic mind had penetrated hers.

Alessa had never felt such an onslaught of sensations as she did at that moment. The triumverate connected all of them, and she could feel Henry's love for her, his innocent lust which he kept at bay all in love for her. In Henry there was still sweetness and goodness. He was more like her, true, but he still retained that gentle quality that had drawn her to him in the first place. He was light and love, and although it hurt a little bit and memories were threatening to rise up, she clung to that in the knowledge that if she could get through this, she would never have to fear the touch of a man again.

Xulchibara, on the other hand, was complete and utter chaos. His mind brought forth memories of bloodlust and slaughter; the image of cutting Christabella into a million tiny pieces along with the rest of her "flock" and the pleasure and sadistic satisfaction derived from that came back at full force. His mind was hers, they were one just as she and Henry were becoming one. She realized briefly that if Xulchibara were not here, she would not be able to handle any of this. Xulchibara was her backbone, he was her support and the force that helped her do what she needed to do. Heaven help her, she loved him just as much as she loved Henry, but her lust for him didn't even come close to the overwhelming want that she could feel coming from the Red God.

Her face turned to face Xulchibara's, and her mind thrust back in response. Blue eyes narrowed as she forced Henry deeper, her teeth gritted behind closed lips. Whether they knew it or not from the ecstasy coursing through the three of them, this was her way of accepting her destiny, and Henry's love completely. This was her way of tempting her Red God, her blue eyes speaking silent promises to both of them of nights to come.

He could feel everything. The needs and wants of all of them, the lust, the bloodlust...it was all in too-much quantities. He bit his tongue to keep himself from yelling out, and then he could taste copper.

In the midst of all of that, he could still feel Alessa's fear, the beginnings of it. He tried to turn it around, to say No, wait- But it was too late by then. They were combined. His back arched and he couldn't keep himself from yelling then. His hand went into Alessa's hair, and he pulled her close and shut his mouth with hers.

He's been waiting for this moment, it's true. And even though it happened quicker for her than he would've probably liked, he couldn't deny that it was still so perfect. She pushed into him and he pushed into her, and he could feel the raging in Alessa's and Xulchibara's minds. It was this that he was still unfamiliar with- he'd only gotten a taste of it so far, that darkness that pulled everything apart. He knew he'd grow used to it in time. He was glad to know that.

He reached out for the God, needing to feel some physical contact, as well. The rest of his body bucked and snapped, now completely out of his control.

The God shivered, his breath hitching as Henry arched, the Serpent's mind a haze of want, and love.
Then the offerred hand...
Xulchilbara took it, and flicked those blazing eyes to Henry once before kissing the tender skin of his wrist.
The vein pulsed beneath his lips.
So close...so very close to the surface.

It took all of his last shreds of control not to open that Henry's wrist down to the bone, and instead making a shallow cut; just enough to let the crimson fluid run in a steady rivulet across the God's tongue.
He emitted another vibrating groan that caused a hitch in the rythmic purring, but at that moment Alessa thrust out with her own mental assault, forcing him to squeeze his brightly burning eyes shut.

DoN'T Do tHaT...If YoU Do tHaT, I Won'T LaSt... he pleaded with her, his hips pushing instinctively at her from behind.

The promises in her blue eyes..the sudden understanding that she wasn't afraid anymore.
It was ....glorious...., and combined with the taste of Henry's blood, the throbbing connection of thier bodies, thier minds...it was too much to hold back anymore.

One hand still held Henry's wrist captive, but the other curled around her waist to lay, palm flat, against her, just over her womb to feel the shift and play of her muscles, and deeper still; the thrusting connection between Serpent and Reed.

Another shudder rippled down the God's body making Alessa squirm underneath him, while making an involuntary noise, and that was it.

He was suddenly against her, shoving a mental assault into her, deep, hard.
It was partly his mind inside her, partly the taste of blood, but with eyes closed, his head thrown back, his hair like damp blackened silk around the pale candle of his body, and knowing that Henry was thrust as deep inside her as he could get that tore a a whisper of a roar from him; a sound more felt than heard, much like the way a fire will roar as it consumes all in it's path.

His hand convuled against Henry's wrist, and Alessa's belly, his nails biting into Alessa's skin. Xulchilbara's body thrust against her back as he let go, and that orgasm travelled through thier connection into Alessa, then back down her arms and into Henry. It was like being caught in an endless loop of pleasure; one body’s release, bringing the others.

((OOC: Sorry for ridiculous delay ;_;! ))

Alessa's frame shook as the onslaught of Xulchibara's orgasm hit both of them. She cried out softly as she came, falling forward to Henry and capturing her lips with his. He tasted of blood, and the smell of his sweat made her purr softly in delight. Blood ran between her legs, but the pain was just part of the experience. After all, with Xulchibara, there was always pain with pleasure. It was just how things were.

I love you, she sent out to both of them, as the waves of pleasure overcame her. Her blue eyes slitted for a moment, unvoluntarily glancing over at the empty window seat. Alessa's breath hitched as she could feel Henry's body beginning to respond in kind to Xulchibara's onslaught of pleasure.

A cloud had passed over the moon, but the silvered light still came through the window. There, seated at the window seat, fingering the angel feather, was the visage of God that Alessa had seen in her vision. She played with the feather in her fingers, drawing it across her face with a peaceful expression. Her eyes opened suddenly, and met Alessa's, a slow smile creeping over her features. Don't worry. You'll see more of me. I won't be conceived that easily, she sent out to Alessa and her two consorts.

A cloud passed over the moon once more, and in the mere blink of an eye, God was gone. Alessa closed her eyes, and welcomed Henry's approaching release instead of dreading it.

Henry's shudders were more convulsions than anything else- his body just didn't know how to handle all of the sensory input. The loss of blood felt like more than it really was, and he never thought he'd love nearing that faint.

He couldn't even summon up enough coherence for a full sentence, but the connection he had to the two others made it clear that he was ecstatic. Love and rage had mixed together to form an odd sort of contentment as he collapsed backwards. As the sensations started to fade, he realized that he was too tired to even move his eyes. He merely stared up, his gaze partially catching Alessa and partially catching the Red God.

That was...I can't...that- He stopped trying to say something and just smiled exhaustedly.

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