#to the tune of a sayaad slumber party

[tristan-forester]

Sayaadi Storytime : Saving Olivia

[This story follows the events which took place at Dawn Hearth Abbey. @lorcanbeithioch posted a recap of the events from his point of view, which you can find here. This is Tristan’s own recounting, though it is heavily tainted by his personal reflections. ]

“Thank the Shadows for the creativity of Sayaad,” I smirked as I snuggled in between Dorjan and Ravi.  

The moment I had returned from aiding in Olivia’s rescue, the two males and Dun’Yazad pulled me off to a private room on the second floor. Until then, in the afterglow of a passionate recovery, I had sustained the most injuries.

Well, short of Olivia.

She was so frail when we found her. The image of her clinging to Lorcan is burned into every idle moment now. She looked as she had when I first met her, small and helpless, thankful for someone to save her. Years ago, when she was the broken waif of the west wing, I saw her as a possession. She became mine. Seeing her fall so far from her potential tonight, I felt anger instead. I wanted to confront her for her stupidity and weakness. I wanted to pull her to her feet and make her stand on her own.

I realize now, anger was just the mask my fear was wearing.

“Will you tell us about it now?” Ravi asked dreamily as he pushed himself more firmly against me.

I must have tensed or groaned while thinking about Olivia, because I realize both Dorjan and Dun were snuggling closer as well. I really couldn’t veil my emotions as well as the others could, so when I smile at them and press an appreciative kiss to Ravi’s ever hungry lips, it is genuine.

“Sure,” I purred. “When we arrived at the abbey, the other four went ahead. They met guards on the road and played their parts well enough to be invited in. I watched from the woods with Lorcan’s construct in company with me. Miss kept me updated to the activities within the abbey, but I was mostly waiting until she called for me. The construct and I murdered the remaining guards on the road and –”

“You are going to only brush over that?” Ravi asked with a devilish smirk. “It was your favorite part, no? Tell us how you did it.”

I can feel the spreading warmth of my delight bleeding into my expression. My mistress and her family of Sayaad were truly a Shadow sent gift I didn’t deserve. Still, even for all the praise they lay upon me for my progress, I have yet to earn their support. To express this realization, I subtly untangle myself from Dorjan’s side and roll over to land roughly atop Ravi. One set of his strong hands grip my bare hips as the other pair brace against my chest. I can feel his breath hitch in expectation.

“I ambushed the guards on the road,” I growl as I grip the hands on my chest and overpower Ravi enough to pin them over his head. He pitches his hips against me, bucking a little in a weak struggle before grinning at me. “I brought an ax down firmly into the skull of one of the archers, hitting him right about here.”

I lean in to kiss the crown of Ravi’s head, breathing deep the scent of him before trailing kisses over his forehead, eyes, and nose, before bypassing his lips and dipping down along his jawline. Dorjan and Dun’Yazad both snicker softly as Ravi thrashes and protests faintly. Tristan grins against the Djinn’s ear and speaks just loud enough so the other two would continue to hear the story as well.

“The remaining archer planted a bolt into the crux of my wing and shoulder, and in his brave fight, the swordsman slashed open my side. You saw those wounds, though,” I tease before lowering my voice to a sultry whisper just for Ravi. “Saw them and helped heal them. I am very grateful.”

Although my kind doesn’t procreate, we are certainly capable of arousal, and little stirs my lust as much as the plaintiff moans of a lover at my mercy. Ravi’s struggle turns into the subtle waves rolling from his hips and abdomen as he attempts to physically entice me to pick up where we theoretically left off.

“They put up a good fight,” I continue, blatantly ignoring his silent pleas. “But in the end, I slashed the swordman’s throat open with my tail.”

To illustrate, I abandon the Djinn’s ear to leave a moist, warm path of kisses over his throat to his other ear. I nip the lobe lightly and continue to keep control of his hands as he squirms more.

“The second archer met a fate much like the first, an ax opening his mind to the cruel airs of the world.”

I lean back, letting Ravi’s hands free. I can’t tell if he is engaged in the story, so I am silent as I assess his expression. He didn’t want freedom. He wanted the full brunt of my possessive desire and the dull aches that came with it. I can feel the frustration building up in him anew and I know he is bound to test my patience sooner or later.

Best of all, I am going to encourage it.

I move, as if I am about to dismount him, and he clings more tightly to me with the hands on my hips. I can feel the muscles prepping just under his beautiful dark skin.

“I moved into the abbey then. There was one guard outside, but he was no contest for the construct and I. We crushed his helmet in around his skull and left him to a slow death before joining the others,” I continue casually, waiting for Ravi to make his move. “They had massacred nine people by the time I entered, and Alice and Miss were working on a tenth in the far hall. I paused to make sure Lorcan was—”

I am not sure if I was losing my audience or if Ravi assumed, I was distracted by my tale, but he bucked upwards sharply and knocked me off to the side. He didn’t go for the pin like I had, instead he sat atop me like a throne and celebrated his smug victory by massaging all four hands over my tense chest and shoulders. Dorjan took advantage of my new position and leaned over to kiss me deeply. He imparted more strength and passion into that kiss and it set my foreign soul aflame. It always did. A moan rumbles from my chest and it feels like the entire world is vibrating at the ministrations of demonic passion.

“May I continue?” I tease before nipping Dorjan’s lip and looking up to where Ravi was shifting down my thighs slightly. The impish spark in his dark eyes is all the encouragement I needed. “There were more in the kitchen below the hall we were in. All ill suited for standing against us, but we killed them all the same. No one was intended to survive. We killed the cooks and priestesses and guards and priests. We carved a bloody path through the halls of the abbey and Lorcan used that blood to curse and hex them. It is art when I look back on it, but in the moment, it was necessity. We still didn’t know Olivia was there at that point even.”

I shift subtly beneath Ravi and feel him tense. He is still challenging me as he traces his fingernails over my musculature. He loves games, but I am convinced he wins more for losing. Instead of meeting his expectations, I push myself up into a sitting position, pulling him tightly against my chest and holding him on my lap as I take another starving kiss from him. If it is possible to leave a Sayaad breathless, that is my aim when I kiss Ravi, and this time I may have gotten close as he remains agape when I sit back to go on telling the story.

“There was a crypt behind the abbey,” I whispered along the full swell of Ravi’s perfect lower lip. “Or that is what we were led to believe it was. Not far into the dark halls, though, the smell of death and fear and living told a darker truth. It was a prison, you see. The Priests in Red were famous for experimenting upon those they captured and they would do so in prisons now that they had no hospital.”

I trace Ravi’s spine from his tailbone to his hairline with a single extended talon, leaving a trail scratched only skin deep. Gooseflesh erupts in its wake and I feel him shiver atop me. The story is winding down to the part of which I don’t wish to speak. However, I am only able to distract Ravi so easily.

“That is where you found her, yes?” Dun’Yazad asked.

I look to her and smile distantly. Although she as entwined with Dorjan as I am with Ravi, her attention is expertly divided.

“Yes. There were three left standing between us and her, though. Quin dispatched the one with enthusiasm. It was marvelous to see him at such a peak as he was then. Another layer peeled back,” I reply with a fond smile. Quin tolerates me, and I have no idea why. I had threatened his mate only hours prior to the events at the abbey, but he never once rose to meet my antagonizing after the fact. “The two women split up and I went after one while Alice trailed the other. I—”

Again, to demonstrate tactics, I reach back and brace myself on one arm as I thrust upward and put both Ravi and I momentarily airborne before twisting and crashing down atop him, forcing him deep into the covers with his legs gripping at my waist.

“I leapt upon her and pinned her down,” I exclaim over the giggles from Dorjan and Dun, and the excited gasp from Ravi. Once more I pin two of his hands over his head, but I hold them in place under one of my forearms as the travels lovingly down his lean torso. “And at Miss’ command, I drank the life from her.”

Cupping his ass cheek in one hand I push forward and grind my excitement gently against him while grazing my teeth over his windpipe. The moan he emits vibrates over my lips and teeth and I bite down a little more firmly. It is enough to leave marks no doubt, but nothing permanent or potentially fatal. My ulterior motive is efficient, and I soon feel Ravi’s hips rising up and pushing back against the contact I am making with his buttocks. With proper timing, I shift just right and sink to the hilt into him.

The storytelling was over and there appeared to be no protest from the others. I fucked myself blind once more, enthusiastically claiming a man who returned my attention in kind. My lips found his again, tasting of his soul and power before journeying over to any exposed flesh he bared to me. By teeth and lips and tongue I knew every part of him, but home would always be his lips from which I could drink his desire.

Hours later and I am still entangled with the other three. I don’t believe any of us require sleep, but the warm afterglow is best paired with still silence sometimes. We are all present in the moment, all aware of one another and silently supportive. We needn’t say anything.

Unfortunately, these are the moments in which my thoughts find me again. I am restless even as I am still. I keep thinking about how it felt to finally find Olivia. It wasn’t the joyous reunion I expected. I felt angry and hurt and afraid. I even tried to take it out on Quin as he stood in the doorway and acted as a sentry for her safety.

“You are alright,” Dorjan whispered into my ear, breaking the eerie silence of the room. I must have tensed again. He can read me so easily. “We can discuss what is on your mind when you are ready, but today, we will celebrate the safety of everyone involved. Olivia is safe.”

Olivia is safe. That is what should matter.

So, why doesn’t it?

[ @sayaadoftheforest for sexy time setting. Mentions: @lorcanbeithioch @subjectragnar @alas-ward @allebeithloch ]