THE VROL TRILOGY (48 page)

Jennie got up and whispered something into
the old mage's ear, making him smile and nod. As she stood at the
edge of the stage and looked out over the main hall, her pink dress
morphed into an outfit of black leather and matching boots,
perfectly suited for battle dancing and complimenting her dark
features quite handsomely. She then dove into the crowd, growling
loudly, and proceeded to kick the butts of men easily twice her
size.

Krynos lightly elbowed Draagh and laughed
boisterously. Then, throwing down another shot of whisky he asked,
"Commander Max certainly has introduced a dance worthy of his lycan
brethren, would you not say, dear friend?"

Draagh just smiled, and turning his head away
from his friend, took another hit off his beloved pipe.

As the evening's festivities were
coming to an end, Max was again seated at the high table with
Krynos, Draagh, Donus and Jennie, the latter having a very tired
little girl curled up and sleeping in her lap. Still seated at the
opposite end of the table from Jennie, Max would occasionally look
over to see her watching him as he talked of various things -
mostly science, which his multiple educational degrees qualified
him to do. He did try to keep things in context, realizing that
most of his audience had little knowledge of the wonders of the
universe.

The hour grew late, and being tired and
wanting to sleep, Max stood and bowed to his friends. "Hey Jen, I'm
gonna hit the rack. Are you going too? I could walk you girls to
your room if you like."

"Oh, that's ok. I'm going to sit here
for a little while longer. I like Donus' stories," she
replied.

"Fine, but please have someone escort you
back. We don't want to go losing you again."

Jennie gave him a lightly surprised look, but
her expression changed to one of serene calm and appreciation.

Max then again bowed to everyone and said,
"Ok then. Well, goodnight everyone. I'll see you all in the morning
at breakfast."

Leaving the main hall, Max looked back
twice to see if Jennie was watching him leave, only to be a bit
disappointed that she was giving her rapt attention to Donus and
his interesting tales.  So, after walking the hallways for a
while, and even sitting on a ledge on the outside of the castle
where he had a clear view of the waning moon, he went back to his
quarters, wanting to lay in bed and dream of their victory and how
he spent the night dancing with Jennie.

After changing into his pajamas, he laid back
with his hands clasped behind his head, letting everything that had
happened play back in his mind. How he had barely escaped Azul with
his life, his odd grandfather popping up out of nowhere, Jennie and
Bagatelle arriving to arrest or even kill him, and many, many other
things. But what penetrated his mind - his very core, was Jennie.
He hoped that one day she would come to him. He was not the kind of
man to push himself on a woman. He had tried that after their
battle with Vladros' son, thinking that the moment was perfect, and
it had ended badly.

He was about to drift off to sleep when he
was startled by a light knocking on his door. Jumping up, he
sniffed the air, detecting it was Jennie. His heart raced with
anticipation, not having the slightest idea of what was going to
happen next. Then, calming himself, he thought she was just going
to thank him for the evening. It was usually that way with her.
Aside from her horrendous table manners, she really was proper.

Quickly adjusting his pajamas, he went to the
door and opened it, astonished to see her standing in the frame
wearing only her white, military regulation tank top and a pair of
pink panties. Her large, brown eyes reflected the light of the
waning moon that hung in the sky outside his window. Seeing her
wearing so little wasn't unusual. He convinced himself that it was
nothing out of the ordinary. In the military, especially on
vessels, women and men even shared the same showers - so conversing
while in their underwear was a normal everyday occurrence. His
subconscious mind told him that as a form of self-defense from
emotional pain. If he kept his expectations at zero he would lose
nothing.

No big deal - she's just
tired
, he thought to himself.

"Hi Max, you busy?" she asked softly.

"Um, hi Jennie. No, ermm, not… really," he
hesitated, while peeking out and looking up and down the
hallway.

"So, where's
Liliana?"



"Oh, I put her to bed. She tanked."

"Yeah, I saw that. Hah, she's great. I
think it's awesome that you…"

"Shhhh…" she said as she quieted the
commander.

Then, quite unexpectedly, Jennie took a
step forward, and wrapping her arms around his neck, kissed him
tenderly. Surprised, but eager to hold the woman he had secretly
loved in his arms at last, he brought her in close, and slipped his
hands under her shirt, delicately tracing his fingers along her
back. Then, without warning, she jumped up and wrapped her long,
muscular legs around his hips and nibbled on his ear, whispering to
him.

"So, you gonna invite me in?"

"Oh, you're invited. No doubt about
that."

Spinning around with the gorgeous dega in his
arms, he kicked the door shut and gently set her down. Her feet
touched the ground silently, much like a feline. Max could hear her
heartbeat and his as they almost matched in rhythm. With his hands
on her waist, he looked down, this time knowing he could, and gazed
at her breasts, which were jutting enticingly through the thin
fabric of her tank top.

Will she? Can I? Oh crap. What do I do?

"Max, look at me, sweetie," she
whispered.

"Um, yeah? I'm sorry. I just wasn't
expecting… you know. I thought you didn't like… me… like that."

"I don’t like you, Max. That's why I'm
here."

"Huh?"

Before he could say another word she had
enveloped his mouth with hers, gently sliding her tongue over his.
Max hadn’t kissed a lot of girls in his life, even though, aside
from his awkwardness, he was handsome. However, after activating
his lycan genetics he became much more than handsome, and Jennie
saw it happen first-hand.

He reached up and held her cheeks with his
fingertips, ever so gently, and lightly stroked her perfect skin.
It was the first time he really had a chance to caress her face. He
had daydreamed of doing so on many sleepless nights, but it was
happening for real. Max tried to be as gentle and delicate as
possible. All he wished was for her to be pleased. He reached back
a bit and ran his fingers over the edges of her ears, eliciting a
murmur of delight from the beautiful woman. He didn't know at first
if it was a good thing to do, as his experience consisted of
awkward innocence and a couple of drunken make out sessions while
in college.

Jennie surprised him when she started
to unbutton his nightshirt and delicately run her fingers over the
soft, sparse hair on his firm chest. She purred as she used her
fingernails to trace lines around the curvature of his muscles, and
leaning forward and kissing his left nipple. Then, without
hesitation, she took it into her mouth and started eagerly sucking
on it. A pleasurable sensation he had never felt before in his life
wracked his torso as he gulped lightly. Nature took over, causing
him to reach down and try to cover his growing excitement, but
Jennie was all too familiar with any reaction that would be caused
by her attentions.

Max tilted her head up and stared deeply into
her eyes. They looked more enormous than ever in the sparse light
of his room. They were liquid pools of cocoa lust, drawing him in
and drowning him with their gaze. He wasn't that much taller than
her, so he really didn't need to look down. He lowered his head a
bit, and then forcefully pressed his lips against hers, mouths
opening, as she reciprocated and joined her tongue with his in an
un-choreographed dance of wet flesh, breath and desire. Flinging
her arms around his neck and breathing heavily, she inhaled him in
deep, wanting more of the man.

Suddenly, she pulled back, giving him a
mischievous grin, and within one second her tank top was off and
fluttering towards the floor. Max gasped at the site of her breasts
as the moonlight shone perfectly on them. They were even more
magnificent than he had ever thought - and he had dreamed of them
on many occasions.

"Yeah, I know. They're pretty awesome, aren't
they?" she asked rhetorically.

Max lost the ability to speak for a moment,
and he instantly knew what Donus was saying the night before when
he had accidentally spied her naked. All Max could do was stare -
until she pressed herself up against him. Taking his hands, she
guided them up and prompted him to cup her large, firm, perfectly
formed bosom. As he did so, she took her fingers and moved his
thumbs around over her nipples, physically showing him how to
massage them. He became thoroughly embarrassed, however, and tried
to move his hips back a bit, not wanting Jennie to feel the
involuntary reaction that was obviously jutting out of his pajama
bottoms, straining the light, cotton fabric.

No such luck.

She cooed and reached down while she nibbled
on his chin and continued to press herself into his chest. Once she
got ahold of him her eyes lit up and she let out a light laugh.
Jennie saw him naked in his cell the night before and was
impressed. But this time it was a completely different situation -
and reaction. Now she was extremely impressed - and heating up.

Using her new leverage she gently pulled him
over to his bed, where she sat on the edge and contemplated what to
do with her handful. He looked down at her for a moment, but then
made the decision for her. Dropping to his knees, he buried his
face into her chest, targeting her swollen nipples. Desperately, he
kissed and licked her luscious body, running his hands over every
square inch of skin he could touch, and then slowly moved downward,
concentrating on her perfect tummy. He had no idea what he was
doing - it was pure instinct, but he could tell from her reaction
that whatever it was, he was doing it right.

Jennie was breathing heavily; her heart was
pounding, and she wanted him. Bad. She had wanted him for quite a
while, but she wanted it to be perfect.

This was the only time it would happen, and
she needed it to be just right.

Leaning back, with her moonlit face mildly
contorted in ecstasy, she pushed his head down slightly as she
wrapped her legs around his shoulders.

There. Right…there. Oh. My. God.

After about fifteen minutes Max pulled his
moist face up and looked at her eagerly. His heart was slamming in
his chest like a jackhammer - screaming for her. But Jennie's
reaction was completely different, being on the receiving end of
pleasure. Her body had gone into overdrive. Max had unknowingly
brought her to the brink five times, and she wanted more; she
wanted it all. Moving upwards he pushed her further into his large
bed, but needed no help - she fell backwards with a giggle. He
again gazed into her eyes and saw nothing but sincerity, so he felt
he needed to be honest with her too. She snickered as she wiped her
wetness from his mouth and cheeks, and was surprised when he
lightly sucked her fingers clean. Then he held her hands and drew
her in close.

"Jen, I think there's something I need to
tell you, just so you know, alright?"

"Shhhh," she said, as she put a finger to his
lips. "It's fine, you don't need to tell me anything. Just… enjoy,
alright sweetie? Make love with me."

"Really. I have to tell you. I'm… a virgin. I
hope you're not disappointed."

"It's ok, baby. Come here. We have all
night."

###

The following morning the sounds of chirping
birds filled the air as a gentle auditory reminder of the new day,
accompanied by the sun rising up from behind the castle.

Max awoke to find the unclothed figure of the
most beautiful woman he had ever met (or kissed) lying next to him.
Her hands were in a prayer-like position between her cheek and the
pillow, with her legs together, knees tucked-in slightly, and her
bent arms covering her breasts. Most men would have done a private
and silent fist-pump, but Max felt instant terror ripping through
his system.

Oh my God,
what if she wakes up and has regrets about what
happened last night? What if it was all just a fluke?

He sat up with his eyes practically bulging
out of his head - nearly paralyzed and staring straight ahead for a
full five minutes as the pendulum on the wall clock tick-tocked
away. While he waited for the inevitable, scenarios ran thought his
head - she would wake up and just want to be friends, saying that
she was overcome by the battle, or that it was her way of thanking
him for risking his life to save hers.

Shit, she admitted she didn't like me. I was
a pity lay.

In either case, he didn't feel worthy of her
- he believed her so completely out of his league it was almost
ridiculous. So when delicate fingers gently touched his cheek and
started stroking it lightly he almost passed out from shock.

"Good morning, sweetie. Slept well?" she
asked breathlessly.

An instant feeling of gut-wrenching relief
rushed through his body as he looked down at her amazing and
stunningly beautiful face. He relaxed slightly, scooting down so
that he could gaze directly into her eyes. His heart was still
beating so fast it sounded like a chip shredder, and Jennie could
hear its cadence roar with the lone, unrequited love from a man who
deserved so much more, yet only thought of others first.