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Subject: {ASSM} Kindred, Chapter 18  A Predicament Met   (MF, WARNING!!)
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WARNING! WARNING! This chapter ends with a scene that may upset
many readers! If you are sensitive, do not read the last two
paragraphs.

Chapter 18: A Predicament Met


We re-wrapped the body in the burial shrouds and made our way
silently back to our rooms. I had a lot to think about. I
considered all I knew of Garou. Admittedly, at the moment, it
seemed terribly miniscule. But one thing I did know was the
effect of the lunar phases on the creatures. The night of the
Baronet's death had been a new moon. Only a Garou of great age
could have shape-shifted that night. Such a creature was
extremely dangerous. Dangerous because age would give it wisdom
and experience. Perhaps even knowledge of Kindred. It was a
problem to be considered more closely, at another time.

The funeral itself had been uneventful. I'd had a satisfying
visit with the Marquise Eleanor's Ambassador, and reassured him
that steps were being taken to rein in Terrence. But I was a bit
surprised that no one had arrived to represent the Count of
Gaiford. I'd heard from several reliable sources that the Baronet
had been a strong supporter of Terrence. And it struck me as odd
that he'd neglect to honor Francis if this was true. Perhaps I'd
ask him about it when we met.


It was the night before we would leave for County Gaiford.
Mystique and I had just finished a long discussion of strategies
and tactics for the upcoming campaign. And now she was leading me
toward my bath. 

Mystique had laughing eyes and shoulder length hair. She was
quick with a smile, and her sense of humor could leave me in
tears. She was also the most accomplished instructor in the art
of stealth and assassination I'd encountered in decades. But at
the moment, it was her eyes and the perfect cones of her breasts
that had my attention.

She stepped into the bath, and sat on the shelf below the water.
She met my eyes and spread her legs apart, then ran her hands up
her thighs to where they met her groin. I knew she didn't touch
her sex, because she was saving that for me, but she was making
certain she had my attention. 

I stepped into the water and knelt before her. One of the many
advantages of being a vampire was the fact I didn't breath. This
proved to be useful as my face dipped under the surface and I
began to kiss her labia. My tongue slid between her lips and up
and down her sex, until her hands clenched in my hair and pressed
me firmly against her. Then I drove my tongue into her opening
and began thrusting it in and out. 

As I fucked her with my tongue, she ground her groin against my
face, rubbing her clitoris against my nose and starting to whine
with pleasure. I was enjoying myself as well. With my tongue
inside her, the water of the bath didn't dilute the flavors of
her nectars, and as she drew nearer to her climax, her juices
became sweeter still.

When she climaxed, she closed her thighs around my head and
entwined her ankles, trapping me against her convulsing pussy.
And when her orgasm passed, she released me and lay back with a
contented sigh. 

I crawled out of the water, and up the length of her torso. As I
knelt on the shelf she leaned against, I slowly inserted my now
erect cock between Mystique's lips and began to fuck her mouth.
She pursed her lips tightly around my invading shaft, and sucked
hungrily as I slid it in and out. 

Her tongue would flog the underside of my cock as it slid back
and forth between her tight red lips. She would fill her mouth
with saliva and swirl it around my shaft, causing my cock to
throb with delight at the sensation. 

Sometimes I would reward her with a powerful explosion from my
loins that she swallowed eagerly. But other times, like these, I
would withdraw from between her lips and lay her backwards out of
the tub. 

With her head hanging back and lower then her thighs, I spread
her legs wide and drove my cock fully inside her eager, wanton
cunt. She screamed in delight as I slammed into her violently,
bruising her pussy with each driving thrust. 

And when my climax drew near, I jerked her upright. Still impaled
on my raging organ, I bit her nipple hard, while my fangs slashed
into her breast. She screamed in pain, even as her pussy
convulsed frantically around the throbbing shaft that filled her
with molten seed. She bucked wildly against me, milking the seed
from the hose that vibrated within her, then collapsed in my arms
as I caressed her injured breast with my tongue.

Then she kissed me gently before biting my lip and licking my
blood as it oozed out. I kissed her in return, then pulled her
down into the bath. We took our time bathing one another, then
moved to the bed to snuggle together for a time. 

Well before dawn the servants interrupted us, and Mystique made
her way to her chambers to prepare for the journey to Gaiford. 

After some discussion, we'd decided it would be best to travel by
day, and that I should make myself readily visible to any
observers. So the servants were dressing me. Light cotton
trousers and a padded jerkin. 

Then steel cuisses were strapped to my thighs, steel boots were
pulled on and greaves strapped to my shins. Spaudlers across my
shoulders and bracers for my forearms, then the heavy steel
cuirass that would cover my front and back torso. And when it
came time for me to greet the sun, a black velvet hood and a
visored helm would complete my protection. 

Shortly after dawn I stepped out of my home. Waiting at the ready
were the sixty cavalry and thirty footmen I'd told Terrence would
accompany me. Next came the six fine carriages of my Garden and
advisors. In dozens of wagons behind the carriages were the "camp
followers", ready to supply the soldiers with all of their needs.


In reality, the vast majority of these "camp followers" were the
Warriors of the Green. The women warriors each had her weapons of
preference concealed within easy reach, as well as heavy
crossbows and several quivers of bolts. Terrence was in for a
rude surprise if open battle erupted, and the soldiers he thought
he had heavily out-numbered suddenly gained generous
reinforcements.

I strode to the heavily armored courser that stood at the head of
the column. The huge black mare nickered softly at me, to be
echoed by her sisters among the exchange mounts at the rear of
the column, then stood quietly as I mounted her. When I was
settled, one of my attendants strapped the heavy shield bearing
my coat-of-arms to my saddle,  and the knight behind me unfurled
the Banner of Warrington from his lance. 

Thus we began our journey to Gaiford, and the elimination of the
threat it's Count offered.


Three days later we had a camp set up and we stood assembled
before Terrence's castle at dusk. Although somewhat smaller than
Castle Caradine, the custodial estate of Gaiford was obviously
built as a fortress ready for war. Laying siege to the place
would be a nightmare. I had no intention of doing so. I sent my
herald forward to announce my desire for parley with Terrence.

I was a bit surprised when the castle gates opened almost
immediately and a force of soldiers spilled out, lead by two
Nobles. The coat-of-arms on the leader identified him as the
Count. The crest of the second Noble I didn't recognize. 

The Count stopped before me and lifted his visor. The sun had
been low enough that I had already removed my hood, so when I
opened my own visor, my face was clearly seen. "Good eve, M'Lord.
At His Majesty, your Father's request, I am here to discuss the
matter of your relationship to your Liege Lady, the Marquise
Eleanor of Tellingsworth, and His Majesty's selection of your
Heir-Apparent."

"Yes," Terrence voice dripped with contempt. "My Father informed
me of your arrival, and your reasons. He informed me that I was
to present the daughter of my last slut to you for His approval.
Very well." He turned to one of the men-at-arms beside him, and
the man signaled the castle. 

A few minutes later four burly slaves came jogging through the
open gates bearing a covered palanquin. The slaves stopped before
there master and set the palanquin gently down. "Your Grace, meet
my by-blow, Cynthia." With those words, Terrence and his
entourage turned and made their way back inside the castle, the
gates sealing behind them, and abandoning his daughter.

I dismounted quickly and noisily and strode to the covered
platform, signaling for Carlton, Kaylene, and Iris to join me. I
knelt and opened the drapes that enclosed the palanquin, then sat
down hard.


Warning!  


Inside sat a small girl of perhaps five. Her fingers were
clenched in the folds of her dress, and she face straight ahead.
Her face was covered in blood. Some still oozed from her empty
eyes sockets, some dribbled from her slack lips, and I could see
the hair around her ears was sticky as well. Iris knelt behind
me, looked inside, and promptly crawled away retching. Kaylene
stayed, but I could hear her sobbing softly at my shoulder.
Carlton opened the side panel of drapes, and I watched the color
leech from his face at what he saw.

Looking at the girl, I strongly suspected what I would find, but
I had to know for certain. So gently as I could, I opened
Cynthia's mouth. She mewed with pain as I did so, but I was
sickened by the confirmation I found. The girl's tongue had been
brutally torn from her mouth. 

Then I noticed the small alabaster box beside her. I couldn't
believe he'd do such a thing. Didn't he know how I would have to
react? I opened the box, and felt my eyes fill with tears.
Cynthia had beautiful eyes of turquoise blue. They rested in the
box I held, along with her tongue.


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