Greyhson: *The days have been blending together as I stayed cooped up at the camp day in and day out. Itâs been a few years and since the Chosen have migrated from the Sanctuary to the Great Camp. Though we go back every few months to freshen up so we donât need to feed from a male. #Phury is very protective and as most of Brothers are mated ⊠there was no way he would allow another male to feed us. It also allows our internal clocks to slow as well to prevent us from going into a needing.
Iâd taken up playing the piano when I was bored and started to play the keys when my phone rang from on top of the piano. Looking at the caller ID I saw that it was #Manny and answered.*
Hello, Manny. How may I be of service? *I asked once I slide across the screen to answer. I listened as he explained that a trainee had been injured and that was wondering if I would be willing to feed the male.* Of course, I will be there shortly. *I answered automatically, eager for the opportunity to explore outside the camp and to be of service to the Brotherhood. The purpose of a Chosen was always clear ⊠until recently. #Phury had freed us from the Scribe Virgin and we could live our lives as we wished ⊠to a certain extent. The #Primale, #Amalya the Directrix, as well as Cormia were overprotective and rarely let us out of their sights. It was becoming stifling. I wanted the freedom that was promised to us ⊠without the restrictions.
I walked out the door out to the front of the great house that we stayed in and took a deep breath. I dematerialized directly to the Manse on top of the mountain to the front courtyard where all the vehicles were parked. I ran my hands against the beautiful colored cars and marveled at the smoothness of the material and wondered briefly what it would be like to drive.
Shaking my head of such thoughts. I quickly made my way to the door and then the vestibule to be allowed into the Brotherhoodâs home and went directly underneath the staircase to the underground hallway, through the bookshelf and met #Manny outside the medical suite.
Then I opened the door and looked up and froze.*
Dhare: Laying on the bed in the medical suite, still groggy from the operation to fix my broken leg, pins had been fixed to the bone to keep it still while the break knitted together. Manny was proud of his work and I couldâve sworn he was taking pictures using his camera on his phone. Asshole. He wasn't going to let me live this down for a long time.
Laying in the bed, the cotton sheets were scratching against my flesh, I was getting annoyed by this time, I was contemplating to throw the sheets back when the door opened. There she was the female who I'd met from Zero Sum the bed their night. I must be dreaming, she couldn't be really here, the meds Manny had given me must be giving me hallucinations. I stared at the female, I was drinking in her features so that when the meds wore off I can still remember her.
I realised I my hands were still gripping onto the sheets tightly, my knuckles were white, I had to force my fingers to loosen their grip from the sheet, making sure the sheet was still across my lower body as things were stirring down there. Still looking at the female I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was beautiful, âAre you real?â
Greyhson: *It was the male from the club from the other night. He was a trainee of the Brotherhood? My body instinctively remembered him. The night at the club I could feel every sinew of hard muscle underneath his clothes as we danced. His large hands on my hips as we moved together to the music. The dark hair and eyes, that were watching me intently. Then I realized he asked me a question.*
I am ⊠*I answered quietly. I walked slowly to his bedside and sat on the designated stool Manny had mentioned and studied his face. He was injured but not where I could see. Though his pain could be visible slightly around his eyes and mouth.*
I was told you needed to feed. How have you been injured? Are you alright? *I asked.*
Dhare: She was real, looking up to the ceiling I gave thanks to the Scribe for bringing the female to me in my hour of need, but once she knew how I got my injury I don't think she will think highly of me. I was about to reach out to take her hand when Manny directed her to a stool far away from my bed. Bastard.
Concentrating on how I was going to hit Manny, but then the female spoke and her voice was like birds chirping on a summer's day, it was so beautiful. My attention was back on her. âMy shin was broken while doing one to one combat training. Manny has fixed my leg but I need to feed so the bone fuses properly.â I wasn't going to tell her that a female had done this nor was I going to say she was on my mind when it happened.
Greyhson: *Manny stood by the doorway ⊠seemingly as our ghardian in feeding matters since #Phury was otherwise occupied. As was expected and proper for my station. I have a fed a few of the Brothers and soldiers over these last few years since #Phury has been appointed #Primale. The Chosen was once again had a purpose.
Please allow me to be of aid, sire. Take of my blood to heal yourself. *I said after awakening from my woolgathering and I lifted up my wrist. I was dressed in a short sleeve shirt with a pair of jeans ⊠nothing like my white Chosen robes that I had worn for years but I felt comfortable. I watched as the male seemed to be contemplating the choice of healing or remaining in pain. I wondered why he was conflicted.*
Please ... avail yourself and heal.
Dhare: I knew if I took her vein I'd be wanting something else from her, but with Manny at the door, this was getting a bit too public. I often wondered why there was always a male present when another male took the vein from a female, were they seeing that sex wasn't involved in any way. Well, that was on my mind but first I need my leg to heal. My fangs throbbed as I saw her vein knowing her blood was going to be pure and the healing will be quick.
Closing my eyes briefly, I had to do this, knew I had to do this. Opening my mouth, my fangs elongated, I took her arm gently into my hands, tracing her vein with my forefinger. Without warning I pierced her vein, tapping into her life force. Oh, my Scribe, her blood was so intoxicating, like a rich red port, I was getting drunk on her potent blood. The moment her blood hit my stomach I felt the strength from her, the wound on my leg was healing, in another twelve hours or so I will be up and about. I drank deeply from her vein, I didn't want to let go.
Getting lost in the feeding, I heard a cough. Looking up I saw Manny giving me that look of âyou've had enough buddyâ retracting my fangs, I dragged my tongue over the wound sealing it up. Looking down my body I saw that my cock was standing to attention. Fuck not now. I pulled the sheets and blankets around my middle making sure everything was hidden âThank you for the gift of your blood Chosen.â I didn't look at her, I knew if I did I'd want more of her
Greyhson: *I watched clinically as his fangs descended upon my flesh and pierced me through the skin ⊠and then the rhythmic pulls as he drank my essence. A feeding amongst the race was an intimate act made even more pleasurable when sex is involved. The Chosen were bred to serve the Scribe Virgin and in the past, we were used to meeting the blood needs of unmated members of the Brotherhood, and that practice has been reinstated by the Brothers. Where we could be mated to Brothers at the Scribe Virginâs direction in order to propagate their class.
Normal feedings, one could compartmentalize the act from the intimacy. The feeling was slightly euphoric. The perpetual sucking was sensual like a line directly to my libido, a low hum deep inside me that I bit my lip to keep from moaning. As quickly as it came, it was over, done. I felt a wet tongue lick the wound close and I lazily open my eyes to him look away.
I felt a slight pang in my sternum. I shook my head clear of the odd emotions that appeared as suddenly as it disappeared. My function was complete. My services were no longer needed. I stood on unsteady legs and stepped back as I bowed and I quickly left the room hoping to keep my emotions in check.*
Dhare: âYou fucking dickheadâ I told myself, now she was going. âWait up, will I ever see you again?â Manny gave me that look again, fuck him I'm going to be bold, I didn't want her to go. âManny can you please leave us, I need to talk to her. I promise I won't touch her.â Manny was pondering over my request till he finally decided to let the Chosen back into the room.
I was laying back on the bed with my arm over my face when I smelt her scent, my body was hardening for her but I had to get my emotions into check. I looked at her from under my arm, she was everything I remembered from that night at Zero Sum.
âI thought I'd dreamt of you. You were beautiful, too good to be true.â Yep, I was babbling, my mouth wouldn't stop moving when I was with her.
There was silence between us, I realised she'd stop talking but it didn't register what she had said to me, all I wanted to do was drink in her beauty. I couldn't help it but I had to look at her, I had to memorize her looks as I didn't know when I was going to see her again. Come on asshole ask her out I told myself. âWhen can I see you again? Can I take you out?â I waited with baited breath for her answer, it was like waiting for all eternity to hear her words.
Greyhson: *How strange this odd feeling I felt but I didnât have any time to ponder it when the door to the suite opened and Mannyâs head appeared to request my presence back inside. Was something wrong? I stepped back into the room and noticed that Manny had left us alone as we traded places. The male was still laying on the bed but with his arm across his face as if in distress.*
Is something wrong? *I asked and waited for a reply. When it finally came after a few minutes, I was pleasantly surprised.* You wish to call on me again? *TIlting my head as I waited for his answer. The Chosen were mainly used for the when a medical need was dire and for the Brotherhood members and the residents that reside at the Manse such as Qhuinn, Blay, Saxton, and Ruhn due to the unique nature of how the Scribe Virgin had created us. We could only feed from the opposite member of the race. Though I knew that some could feed on humans the effect was weak in comparison.*
Dhare: âYeah I wish to call on you again but not to feed from.â I saw her tilt her head to the side as if she was pondering my actions âSince I met you at Zero Sum I can't stop thinking about you. This is how I got my injury, you were on my mind instead of watching my opponent.â I could see the distress on her face âDon't worry now I've had your blood I will heal in no timeâ I moved my arm from my face, I outstretched my arm for her to take my hand.
Waiting for her to take my hand was like waiting for a rocking horse to take a shit, which is never, I couldâve sworn I heard crickets in the room or was the noises in my head. Eventually, she came towards me, taking my hand in hers, her skin was soft, soft as a youngâs. I cherished this moment for I had no idea when I'd be with her again. But there again if Phury found out what I was doing he'd be beating me to a pulp. He was fiercely protective of the Chosen, like they were his daughters.
The time stopped between us as we looked into each other's eyes, all sound faded till the only thing I could hear was the beating of my own heart. Shall I be brave, this was my only chance, I leaned towards her and pressed my lips to hers. Her lips were so soft, her taste was divine, I could get lost in her and her scent was invading my nostrils, exciting my body that it becomes even harder.
Greyhson: *Iâm surprised that his request was not for a feeding but instead for my companionship. It was such an unusual request. The Chosen have only ever been used for a purpose. Even in regards to the Primale. But with Phury ⊠we were free. To be on our own ⊠at least to a certain extent which I have been trying to push that fine line further and further.
To hear that the reason why he was injured because he was thinking of me was very sweet and a little disconcerting. I didnât want him hurt, especially because of me. But his reassurance made me feel better as I slowly placed my hand on his as he reached out to me and I sat on the hospital bed.
I watched in fascination as I looked in his eyes clearly seeing him oscillate from one decision to the next and finally seeming determined he slowly leans forward. Unexpectedly, I begin to feel nervous wondering how to deal with this sudden yearning deep inside. Low in my body, a desire was simmering. My heart is palpitating as I waited to make a choice and then I closed my eyes and allowed the moment to take over.
His lips were amazingly softer than I imagined but firm. He tasted amazing as I licked his bottom lip.*
Dhare: Everything stopped as the chosen kissed me back, her tongue traced my bottom lip. How I wanted more from her, she was the ambrosia that was sent from the Scribe herself.
Pulling back my mind was racing, where was I going to take her? I couldn't take her to the common room for the trainees. We weren't allowed to the main manse. Zero Sum was out of the question. I would be looking for every male who dare lay their eyes on her. Where in the hell in Caldwell can I take her? Then it came to me, the perfect place that was quiet and no one will disturb us.
All I had to do was pluck up the courage and ask her. âI'm not good at this but here goes. Will you come to Salâs with me tomorrow night?â Was I being too forward? I waited for her answer. Fuck I've fucked this up. Me and my big mouth and big ambitions to be with her.
Greyhson: *This kiss was so different from the others somehow. How? I could not fathom and before I could even consider the implications ⊠it was already over. I leaned back, dazed and slowly open my eyes and tried to decipher his words over the loud beating of my heart.*
Salâs? *I was familiar as #iAm loves to bring his dishes he makes for the household to the #GreatCamp as #Fritz tends to get overly agitated when he cooks in bulk in the Brotherhood kitchen. His creations were always delicious. Also, it would be lovely to get out into the world ⊠but âŠ*
Um, I would be honored to accept your invitation ⊠but ⊠unfortunately, you must go through #ThePrimale as I would be unaccompanied by a Brother or warrior.*
Dhare: She said yes, I was floating in the air when she said yes to accompany me to Salâs. But then came the lead balloon that had me crashing back down to earth. I had to go through the Primale. This was going to be awkward
âAs soon as I can walk again I will ask for an audience with the Primale.â I wanted to kiss her again but I didn't want to push my luck with her. âOne of the Brothers would have to chaperone you.â Well, talk about a cock block there. Wasn't going to enjoy this one bit
Settling back against the pillows all I wanted was to be alone with her. Now that was not going to happen if we went out. Sighing I took her hand in mine. âI will do anything to be with you. You understand that?â I hoped she did. She was like a breath of fresh air.
Greyhson: *I knew the odds of having a chaperone were high. It was the kind of suffocation I had been feeling as of late. The Primale was freeing the Chosen from the Sanctuary but introducing the Otherside at a safe and slow pace ⊠much to our exasperation. Perhaps I needed to speak with mine sister Cormia. Surely, there was an easier way.
The night at #ZeroSum was one of the few occasions where we were not accompanied by a Brother but instead #Payne came as an attendee and #Xhex were nearby. Perhaps something similar could be worked out. Though as I was thinking about it, #iAm would be close by if he was working that night. Still ⊠it was not my place to make that sort of decision.
Perhaps this would be a step in the right direction. The Chosen were not meant to be freed from one prison and into another ⊠surely The Primale could be convinced of the irony.*