Valkyrie Lost

Lindsey stood, pulled out a small bag and knelt before me. "Let me check your wound," she said softly, more a statement than a request for permission. Her hand softly removed the bandage from the nearly twelve-inch gash that was dark with blood. I felt a tug as the bandage pulled from the blood seeping from the wound. She tossed the blood-soaked bandage into the bag and her hands gently inspected my leg. She smiled as she said, "the muscle tear has healed completely thanks to the spell, now I can take care of the wound." With that her eyes closed, and I sensed the same aura of power as she transformed in front of me. Her lips pulled back and exposed a set of razor-sharp fangs and when her eyes opened, they were glowing crimson red.

My conscious mind told me I should be afraid, but I felt no fear as she maintained an appearance of love and caring despite the transformation. I watched intently as her tongue extended from her mouth and the tip gently slid into the wound, the pain of the wound lessoning as her tongue slowly moved along the gash. Her eyes closed and I saw what looked like ecstasy on her face as her tongue slid along the wound, healing it as it went. Sitting back, her tongue slid back into her mouth, pausing for just a second to slide softly around the edges of her lips and I swear I heard a soft moan of pleasure before she transformed back into the beautiful pixie again.

I sat stunned, the leg that just minutes ago was in so much pain, completely healed. I had seen many lose limbs to wounds much less severe than mine. In all my travels through the nine realms I had seen so many strange and wonderful things, but nothing like this. There were Gods that could transform their appearance, like Loki, but she had not changed form. Was she a God? Did Gods exist on Midgard? So many questions flew through my head as I gazed upon the beautiful pixie.

The confusion in my face must have been evident as Lindsey smiled and said, "Let me get us some more ale and I will explain." She went back to the cask and drew two mugs of ale, the foam running down the side as she handed one to me before returning to her chair and sitting. We sat half facing each other and half facing a roaring fire in the enormous stone fireplace that was the center of the great hall of Fae Lodge. We each took a deep drink of the ale with its rich flavor of nuts and barley, very much like the ales brewed by dwarfs. I began to wonder if there hadn't been more contact with Midgard over the centuries than was discussed in Asgard.

Lindsey held the mug in both hands and lowered it to her lap. She began with a simple statement that set off a cascade of thoughts racing through my mind. "I am a vampire," she said as easily and calmly as she might have said, "I am hungry."

I had heard many stories of vampires over the centuries. They were described as hideous monsters who roamed the realms in search of victims to feed their blood lust. In most stories they could move about only at night and when they fed, they left their victims either dead or transformed them into vampires themselves. Most of the stories were told sitting around fires, the stories designed to scare children, and it was generally accepted that vampires were nothing but that, stories to scare children.

Lindsey continued, "I'm sure you have heard the stories of vampires. Evil beings that roam the night in search of prey." She giggled softly and shook her head. "I guess there are some vampires that behave that way, but not all, and not the vampires you will encounter here, at Nightengale Hollow and at the Gypsy Cottage."

I nodded. "Yes, tales of vampires are told throughout the realms."

"One of the powers a vampire has is to heal the wounds of our bites. Without that, well, we wouldn't get many chances to feed a second time," she said with a soft laugh. She lifted the mug to her lips and took a long drink before she continued to tell me the story of how she had come to be a vampire and commander of Queen Willa's Royal Guard.

She had been born of noble blood in the Pixie court of Queen Willa. Her skills as a fighter had been identified very early in school as she soon was selected for training with the Queen's Royal Guard, a very rare thing for a female pixie. Her skills and fighting style had earned her the nickname "Ninja Pixie" and she quickly ascended the ranks of the Royal Guard until she received a posting in the court. The posting was actually a cover for her true role as a diplomatic envoy, conducting secret, often dangerous meetings all over the world.

It was on one of those missions that she had become a vampire and her life had changed. Falling asleep in what seemed to be a safe place, she had woken to discover a vampire feeding off her. Too weak from the loss of blood she thought she was going to die, only to wake again with her mouth on the slit wrist of the vampire. The vampire had noticed Lindsey's ears and realized after feeding that she was a Fae. Knowing that she had broken many laws of the Vampire Council and the death of a Fae at her hands could start a war, she did the only thing she could think of to save Lindsey. She turned her, making her a vampire by feeding Lindsey her vampire blood.

The mix of vampire and Fae blood gave her unique powers, including the ability to walk about in daylight and heightened strength and power beyond even the mightiest Fae. Despite Lindsey's fear of banishment, Queen Willa had welcomed her lovingly back to her court and she steadily progressed through the ranks until she became the Commander of the Queen's Royal Guard.

On a mission for Queen Willa she had come upon these woods and Nightingale Hollow where she had met the Nightingale family and Angela, who would become her wife. The Nightingales are a family of vampires and other magical creatures and they welcomed Lindsey with open arms. Lindsey had settled in the Hollow and established a family of her own, surrounding herself with their love. They eventually built Fae Lodge as their home and an outpost for the Queen's Royal Guard.

I sat silent and amazed as I listened to her story and saw the love in her eyes as she spoke of her family. We sat and talked late into the night, the fire roaring before us, until we were both close to falling asleep. It had been a tremendously long and stressful day, and both Lindsey and I were exhausted.

Standing, Lindsey reached out her hand. I rose from my chair, the pain gone from my leg, and took her hand, my fingers interlacing with hers. She looked in my eyes and whispered, "Would you sleep in my bed with me tonight Sarah?"

I nodded softly and we stepped toward each other. Leaning down, I kissed her lips and we moved together, my arms wrapping around her and settling on her narrow hips. My head was swimming with emotions. Feelings of love and desire, relief, comfort and safety all came together at once. We kissed softly, lovingly in front of the great fire. Our kiss broke and we separated, Lindsey leading me across the room and up the stairs where we turned and proceeded down a long balcony overlooking the great hall. We reached a door at the end of the hall and turned to face each other as Lindsey's hand rested on the lever door handle.

"I love you Lindsey'" I said softly as I looked into her eyes.

"I love you too Sarah," she replied with a gentle smile.

I stopped suddenly as a sense of panic washed over me.

Lindsey looked at me, concern flooding her face and asked, "What's wrong?"

I stammered slightly as I said, "Lindsey, you are married. I'm so sorry, I, I can't betray that bond. It would be against everything I have spent my life fighting for."

The look on Lindsey's face was a surprise to me. Rather than a look of anger, amusement or disgust, her face showed nothing but love and caring. "Yes, Angela and I are married, mated for eternity as we are immortal beings," she said tenderly. "But vampires are not monogamous. We have many lovers, and often many mates."

I'm sure my face showed a look of skepticism, but in my heart, I had no feeling that she was being anything but honest. Throughout the realms I had encountered so many beings and societies, many of which openly took multiple mates, but not one I could remember, were the families led by females.

Lindsey sensed my unease and looked me in the eyes and said, "Tomorrow, you will meet Angela and the rest of my family. We will not hold from her anything that we have or will do, and she will be completely at ease with anything she is told. However, if you are not comfortable, then we will wait until you are."

Squeezing her hand, I reached my other hand over and pressed down on the lever, opening the door to her bedroom. We walked slowly into the room, stopping as we came to the edge of a great bed. The bed had four large posts on the corners, intricately carved with figures that were barely visible in the low light. The room was lit by moonlight flooding in through an enormous window that spanned the wall at the far end. In the soft light I could see little but shadows, but the room felt open and spacious. Our bodies moved together, and we kissed again, the level of passion and desire in the kiss beginning to build, our bodies pressing together. Pulling back slowly, Lindsey looked up into my eyes and asked, "Are you sure you are OK with this?"

I nodded and pulled her back to me, kissing her again. My love was turning to lust and desire, the stress and exhaustion built up released in a torrent of passion. Our lips opened and our tongues met, caressing softly before I playfully sucked her tongue into my mouth. Her small hands slid down my sides and cupped my ass as she slipped a leg between mine and began to slowly grind her pelvis against my upper thigh. She was moaning softly as she pulled against me, riding my thigh passionately, our kiss growing more urgent and desperate.

I leave it to the Gods to decide how much of my lust was driven by love, how much by the need for physical touch after the horrific events and shocks of the last few days or how much by Lindsey's raw sexuality. No matter what the reason, I needed her desperately. I lifted her from the ground and set her on the edge of the bed, pushing her onto her back and lifting her legs. Her skirt slid down to her waist and her hands quickly pulled it back as I pressed her calf against the side of my face and moved slowly down. Turning slightly, I kissed her soft skin, trailing my tongue down the inside of her calf, then her knee and finally the soft flesh of her thigh. Breathing in, I inhaled the sweet scent of her desire and it drove me to a point of near fury.

Valkyries tend to be very aggressive, bordering on sadistic, lovers. Males primarily served as something akin to breeding stock to us. Sex between a Valkyrie and her mate was usually brief and purposeful with the male on the bottom praying to survive the ordeal. While we bore the resulting children, their care and education were left to the males until the female children reached an age where they were sent to the Legions to be trained as warriors and the males either became farmers or were sent to Asgard to be trained as members of Odin's guard. Our sexual pleasure came from each other, and encampments after battles were often scenes that could best be described as drunken orgies. We fought, drank and fucked with a passion that made us who we were.

Lindsey sensed my hesitation and said with an amused growl in her voice, "Don't worry love, you won't hurt me."

With those words I let go my control and dropped to my knees, pushing her legs back and open as my mouth opened and engulfed her mound. My tongue darted quickly and urgently against her clit, tasting the sweet and musky juices flowing already. Her body contorted and she moaned loudly, hands grabbing handfuls of my long raven hair as she drove her hips up against my mouth. Licking and sucking, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of the back of her thighs. I let back a bit and slid down, my tongue sliding through the folds of her beautiful pixie pussy and pressing inside her, making her shiver and squeal with delight. I drove my tongue in and out while my fingers slid down and began rubbing her swollen clit.

Lindsey's pussy was gushing, and my face was covered with her nectar. I could feel my own excitement slowly dripping down my inner thighs. My tongue and fingers worked in tandem and her body thrashed on the edge of the bed and the sounds of her enjoyment became louder and more urgent. Her legs squeezed together, and her body twisted violently as I felt an eruption of luscious fluids in my mouth and on my face. Her hips drove upward over and over, and she screamed out in joy as a massive orgasm washed over her body.

The tension in her body subsided slightly and I moved my mouth back and slid down. Sensing my movements, she slid her hands under her knees and pulled her legs back. The tip of my tongue circled her puckering rosebud, covered in the juices flowing down from her quivering pussy. Teasing her asshole, I slid two fingers hard into her pussy, driving them in deep and twisting them. I shoved my fingers in and out while my tongued pressed her asshole open and slipped inside. Fucking her hard and fast with my fingers I could hear her panting "Yes, Fuck Me, Yes, Fuuuuuck."

Once again, her body began twisting and shaking and her pussy erupted again, covering my hand with her cum. I slowed the pace of my fingers as her body began to relax, her breath deep and hurried. She released her legs as I rose from my knees and sat up quickly, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me deeply, her tongue darting over my lips. "Fuck I love the taste of me," she said with a slight giggle before pulling my lips back to hers and kissing me deeply again.

We kissed for a few minutes as she recovered, and her breathing returned to something closer to normal. Her hands slid down my arms and to my hips before easing up under my loose fitting, heavy cotton shirt. My abs tightened at her light touch and my breathing quickened as her fingers lightly touched the underside of my small but heavy breasts. Lindsey's finger tips teased my nipples before lifting her arms and easing my shirt up over my head. The cool air on my exposed breasts caused my small, dark nipples to stiffen and she leaned forward and took my left breast into her mouth, sucking slowly onto it.

Lindsey pulled back, stretching out my breast before releasing it from her mouth and standing. She looked up at me in the moonlight drenched room and asked, "May I feed from your essence Sarah?"

Unsure, I hesitated, not entirely understanding the implications of being fed on by a vampire. "Does that mean I would become a vampire?" I asked.

"No," Lindsey responded, "I would not take enough blood to hurt you."

I nodded slowly, placing my life in her hands.

Smiling, Lindsey said, "Oh and you should know, the power of your essence is so much greater when you have an orgasm."

With that she climbed up onto the bed and motioned me to join her. Taking her hand, I climbed up and lay back on the bed, my head propped up on pillows that were thick and full, but soft as clouds. Lindsey slipped off her shirt, exposing her perfect little breasts, then slid along beside me. Her hand ran along my face as she kissed down and began teasing my right nipple with her tongue, then scraping her teeth over it. Her hand moved down and slid up under my skirt and along my thigh before brushing gently over my swollen labia, sending a chill through my entire body. As her fingers slid up and began teasing my clit, she sucked my nipple into her mouth, biting a little harder.

Her fingers moved down through my slit and pushed inside me as she rose up slightly, positioning herself for better leverage and began to slide her fingers in and out of my pussy. She began slowly but her pace increased quickly as did the pressure on my nipple. Her fingers drove deeper and harder and my body began to respond. My breath shortened, my muscles began to tense, when suddenly she released my breast and I sensed her transforming. In the darkness I saw the crimson red glow of her eyes and a glint of moonlight off her fangs as she lowered back down and sunk her fangs into my breast.

The pain was intense, but at the same time pure pleasure. My body, already on the edge of orgasm exploded in a wave of pleasure like I had never felt before. Shaking and feeling the warm gush of my orgasm, but focused on Lindsey, moaning softly as she drank. Blood filled her mouth and began to escape and run down my breast, the warm flow creating another sensation to add to the feelings of pleasure rushing through my body. Lindsey's fangs slipped from my breast and her tongue darted out and quickly healed the wound before she relaxed and transformed back into the beautiful pixie.

Laying her head on my shoulder, she sighed softly and kissed me. I could taste my blood in her lips and feel the surge of power and adrenalin still coursing through her body. "My goddess, your blood is wonderful, so full of power."

I smiled and whispered, "Valkyries are descended from the Gods, I imagine our blood still carries some of that power."

"Thank you," she whispered and softly kissed my neck.

"I have never felt anything like that," I answered, slipping my arm around her shoulders and holding her against me.

We lay together in the moonlight, silently holding each other and feeling each other's bodies rise and fall softly as we breathed. "I owe you my life Lindsey, that is a debt that I can never repay," I said softly.

Without lifting her head, she whispered, "You owe me nothing Sarah, no debt, nothing to repay."

I lay quietly and knew that no matter what she said, I owed a debt of life to her. I also suspected that she knew that, as she understood the honor and loyalty of the lives she and I had been born into. We didn't say another word, and never spoke of it again, but it was always there. Slowly I drifted off to a deep and content sleep.

I awoke the next morning feeling strong and refreshed. My leg was completely healed, and I was ready to begin my quest for revenge. I turned and Lindsey was no longer beside me and based on the light flowing through the enormous window, it was very late in the morning. Looking around in the light I saw a large room with little furnishings. I could see the figures carved into the bedpost and they were all sorts of creatures, wolves, cats, elves, pixies, and dragons. Hanging on a chair next to the bed was a flowing brown skirt and a deep blue muslin shirt that laced up the front. I slid out of the bed and quickly slipped them on. Outside the door I could hear the sound of many voices, so I ran my fingers through my long raven hair and slowly opened the door and stepped out onto the balcony above the great hall.

The hall was swarming with wolves, pixies, humans and what appeared to be a fox. They all turned to me as I came out of the room and descended the staircase into the hall. Lindsey stepped forward, wrapping her arms around me and hugging me tight. "I asked my family and friends to join me this morning to welcome you," she said softly.

The first to introduce herself was Angela, Lindsey's wife, who took me in her arms and hugged me tight, thanking me for helping Lindsey out the other night. "Lindsey has a tendency to play down the danger she is in," she said laughing. Lindsey glared at her, then smiled and laughed. I was still not completely sure how Angela would respond to me and what she knew of last night, but she quickly put me at ease. "Lindsey tells me that Valkyrie blood is amazing, I hope one day to find out for myself," she said with a quick wink and kiss.

I was then introduced to other members of the family. Aki, a nine tailed fox and vampire; Alexis, the beta vampire in the family; Pixie Pie, the little sister of the family; Randy and xxxx, werewolves; and Tom, a human and Aki's pet. In addition, there were members of the Nightingale and Gypsy families, all smiling and welcoming me with hugs and kisses.