Smoldered Flames: Part I of the Edonia Series

Chapter Eight

Valeri

I’m unceremoniously dumped in a leather chair. My skin begins to crawl as natural light spills through the windows. The sun’s glare temporarily blinds me from seeing the person standing a few feet from me.

“Thank you, gentlemen. You may leave,” says the figure.

The femine voice scoffs. “Gentlemen? Seriously?”

The figure moves to the left before continuing with mirth in his voice.“My sincerest apologies, Ms. Luxembourg. Your presence is always greatly appreciated.”

“Hmph. I’m not sure why you even bother with this one. The girl’s half dead. Just look at her Barati,” she observes.

I’m too weak to object. The sun seemed to take great amounts of energy from me. I close my eye and let my head lay back against the rather comfy leather seat. I feel my thoughts fading as stars dance behind my single eyelid. They look like little lost galaxies in a struggle for equilibrium. A little orange ball of gas dashes across my little galaxy.

A white light soon comes into my line of sight. It reminded me of the sun, but less harshly.

“Ah, there you are.” a voice warmly greets me.

It was like déjà vu. I make an effort to get up from where I lay, but my sore muscles prevent much movement. I attempt to move my hands, but I find them at my side and chained beside bed rails. I’m surrounded by white walls without a single window in sight. I feel someone watching me, and I turn to the left. An elf and a human male stand to my left. The elf eyes me with a wary glance while the human observes something almost clear in his hands.

He was a handsome fellow of about twenty-five years old. His sandy blonde hair had a glowed hue under the luminescent light. He wore silver spectacles as he was engrossed in whatever it was that kept him quiet. His skin was lightly sun-kissed with light freckles that danced along his face. His scent was tantalizing. He smelled sharply of medicinal herbs and spices. I’d normally find this scent annoying, because why would that be scrumptious? But for him, this human, it was damn near blinding all other senses.

“I’m happy to know that you’re awake, Miss Valeri. It was a challenge to know what made you pass out due to us not knowing your lineage. But luckily Chancellor Zuka was able to assist,” said the elf.

I sharply turned my gaze to his voice, forgetting he was in the room. I squirmed under his keen gaze. His uncanny-like eyes seemed to look within my soul, and I wasn’t sure I liked that.

“It seems you are rather a mystery. Your heart beats every so often, but yet your skin is like a furnace,” he observes. Bringing out a flashlight, he waves it in front of my eye before continuing. “Your right eye dilates as normal, but your left seems out of focus. Are you, perchance, blind in this eye. Miss Valeri?”

My stomach does a backflip. ”You are correct, Doc. I can’t see with my left eye. Before you ask, I don’t know how it happened,” I answer defensively.

He makes a noncommittal noise as he continues. “We had to do a full evaluation while you lost consciousness. You appear healthy in the general aspects, but I would like to hear a second opinion from Assistant Dr. Masterson.”

We look over at the second doctor, Dr. Masterson. But the small tablet-like object still captured his attention. The elven doctor clears his throat.

“Oh! My apologies. Your molecular structures are ama-”

CODE BLUE! CODE BLUE!

Someone calls out over the intercom. The elven doctor glances at his watch before running towards a door I didn’t see beforehand.

“Not again! Dr. Masterson, please answer all of Miss Valeri’s questions and concerns! I’ll be right down the hall,” he calls out as he exits the room.

Dr. Masterson stands and walks towards the end of the hospital bed. His fingers dance rhythmically at the end of the bed. He then holds the tablet-like object out in his palm. A holographic image appears from the tablet. It shows a graph with a few horizontal lines. Jagged waves calmly overlap each line vertically.

He begins to explain.“As you can see, this here demonstrates what we look for in a normal EKG graph. The heartbeat is nice and even. And then we have yours,” he said as a second holographic image appears. Small jagged waves hesitantly appear every so often.

He seemed intrigued as he resumed his explanation. “Your heart is… fascinating. The depolarization of your left atrium is the only activity that shows on your EKG results.”

I cock an eyebrow at him in exasperation. “And just how is that fascinating, doc?”

His face lights up in embarrassment. “Well….”

His soft yet musical voice lulled my mind. I know, I know. I shouldn’t drift from something as important as this. It’s a bad habit of mine, but what can a girl do when all she’s done is try to figure out this strange world? Although, I haven’t seen much.

My stomach rumbles as I take in his heavenly scent. His aroma seemed to dull my other senses. I couldn’t think. I barely heard his words. My tongue seems to have become a dry bed. The masculine fragrance of mugwort held a hint of rosemary. There was an underlying scent of dandelions that had me practically drooling at the mouth.

The last of what he says snaps me out of my reverie. “I’d say you’re half dead given the circumstances.”

Half dead? But I…

“Now the only other explanation would be that you are somehow part vampire. But, it appears that you don’t show any outward symptoms of vampirism,” he continues.

“What do you mean, outward symptoms of vampirism?” I ask in confusion.

“Your body temperature is well above 70° Fahrenheit. You seem to do well in the sunlight, but your heart and molecular structures are questionable...” he babbles on.

I want to shut him up all of a sudden. My hunger makes me impatient and the confusion I feel when he speaks doesn’t make it better. He definitely doesn’t seem to know how to translate what he says in the common tongue. The handcuffs are really a hindrance. I glance down at them again and I’m slightly shocked to see they’re not the frosty cuffs from the prison.

Just simple cuffs. I chuckle softly to myself as I observe the chains further.

I try to sweetly cut him off. “Excuse me, Dr. Masterson?”

His mouth is slightly agape in mid sentence. “Yes, Miss Valeri?”

I decided to try my luck, as he seemed innocent of trickery. I do my best to push my lower lip out in a pouty way. “I’ve been in these dreadful handcuffs my entire time here, and I’d really love it if I could get somewhat of a reprieve? Please?”

Daxter

Her interruptions derail my thought process. I tend to go in depth when diagnosing a patient. I can’t help it, the anatomical structures of species I’ve studied fascinates me. I’ve been told by my peers to be a little more empathetic towards my patients. I can be a little self absorbed when it comes to science… I’m rarely attentive of faces -seeing as I evaluate dozens of patients a day.- but this patient, this woman, was different. I felt it in my bones.

Her beauty, unparalleled to so many, called out to me like a siren’s song. The way her brown eyes seem to hold mystery and otherworldliness. Her near unblemished skin begged me to have a taste. Her plump lips begged to be wrapped around my cock. But I couldn’t find that kind of relief from a patient, let alone one as mysterious as she.

“It seems I forget myself. How can I be of service, Miss Valeri?” I ask. Her lips are pushed out in a pouty manner. I would say it was adorable despite the way her eyebrows knit together in impatience.

She sighs in annoyance. “Can I please have these handcuffs removed? I’ve been around nothing but stone and metal since I woke up!” she says distraughtly.

“I’m afraid it goes against protocol-” I begin.

“Fuck you and your protocol! I haven’t been able to fucking breathe without my life hanging on the balance of some high and mighty wanna-be asshole who won’t listen to reason,” she exclaimed.

I was stunned. For the first time ever, I was at a loss for words.

“Are you just going to stand there?” she seethed.

“I don’t have the means to release you of this burden,” I responded.

“Suuure you don’t,” she uttered, glancing away. Her shoulders tensed in wariness, and her hands balled in fists.

Something to the pit of my stomach plummeted. Guilt. I’m not able to appease her. Inadvertently, I desired her happiness. Something compelled me to make her smile.

I remove my glasses and pinch the bridge of my nose, hoping that such an emotion dashed away from my mind. I’m not going to risk my career over a woman I barely knew.

“Dr. Masterson?” Miss Valerie said softly. Her voice cut through my thoughts like a knife.

I glance over at the patient. I’m not sure if it’s my lack of sleep or that my glasses are off, but her eyes seem to glow faintly. I tried to look away, but couldn’t. The will to do so was taken from me. As we continued eye contact, my heart beat seemed to elevate. The outer part of my eyes became hazy until all I saw was her. Her beautiful eyes radiating that otherworldly glow. My limbs begin to move on their accord. A deeper part of me tried to fight the temptress that threatened my existence. But another darker part of me basked in the control. That inner self wanted me to let go and submit to her, my goddess. Her lips smiled coyly as I walked closer. My heart fluttered in elation at how happy I appeased her.

Only I could bring those beautiful lips to smile so. I thought as my hands reached into a pocket of my doctor’s coat for the keys to her freedom. Chancellor Zuka insisted we place standardized handcuffs to ensure she was calm and comfortable.

The small metal keys rattled as I removed the cuffs from the beautiful woman before me. She rubs her wrists to rid irritation from them before stretching luxuriously like a house cat.

She stands gracefully from the hospital bed and leans in my direction.“Thank you, Doctor,” she purred.

Did she just inhale my scent?

In a blur, she slams me into the wall with her arm against my throat. My heart quickens in fear mixed with something else. Adrenaline courses through my veins at the prospect of what she could do to me. My hands start to sweat as I grip the wall, thinking it would save me. She stares at me with desperation. But something else lingers in that fiery gaze. It was the look of a woman half starved. Of a woman fighting a natural instinct that has -for more than milenia- wreaked havoc on the weak, of men. She was-

“Thirsty! Oh, so thirsty. You are by far the most delectable snack I’ve laid eyes on!” she purred. Leaning on the balls of her feet, her voice whispers, “I must have a taste. Just a taste, is all. Be a good little doc, and heal me. I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”

Before I could object, she opens her mouth wide open, and bites down on my jugular. I let out a cry of pain as the venom from her bite enters my bloodstream, numbing the pain. The pain gives way to pleasure as she continues to take her fill.

I hear the sound of a zipper sliding down. and a hand reaching for my member. My cock springs open as she takes her fangs from my neck. Blood drips from her mouth and lands onto the hand that released my now bulging shaft. She takes her now bloody hand and begins to rub my cock in an up and downward motion as she continues to feast on my blood. My mind reels from the onslaught of emotions I’m experiencing. I’ve never...felt this way before. She takes her index finger and thumb to the head of my cock, giving it a pinch before twirling her hands around it again. I groan in pleasure and my knees threaten to give out.

I should be repulsed by the way she makes me feel, but I could. I relish the way my cock responds to her touch. The way my body freezes at her nearness. My mind quiets as she assumes control.

She releases her hold and kneels down before me. Looking up at me she purrs,“Good boy. I shall take care of you now.”

With her hands at her sides, she wraps her plump lips around the tip of my shaft. It was heavenly. My nerve endings spark a primal need deep inside me. She curls her tongue around the tip in a playful manner before taking me halfway. She pulls back before doing so a few times. Immediately she takes me into her mouth. This shouldn’t be happening. I’ve violated quite a few rules and this could cost me my job. What would my fam-

“Ahhhh! Ohmygo- don’t stop!” I moan out loud.

The little goddess refocused my mind back to the present as she moans in pleasure. Her vibrating throat stimulates my cock. She speeds up her motion until I see stars. She reaches for my ballsack, further pleasuring me as I come undone. My eyes become unseeing as I release my seed down her warm throat. I slump against the wall in sudden exhaustion. I look down as she licks me clean. She returns my gaze and I see that her eyes have a shade of red around the ring of her irises as they glow with contentment.

She puts my cock back into my pants before standing. Leaning in, she whispers, “I told you I’d take care of you, pet.”

My body shivers at the nickname given. Her retreating footsteps are all I hear before the hospital door opens.

A nurse pops her head in, ignoring the sexual energy surrounding the room. ”Dr. Masterson, you’re needed in Wing E!”

“See you around, doc” came the soft reply as I hurried out of the room.

I refused to look back at the patient. I didn’t want to remember what occurred in that room, because if I did, then I’d want more. And it was in that moment that I realized what I felt as she hemmed me to the wall. It was fear, yes.

But it was also euphoria.