The Rise of Nix

The bark on the tree shattered in his hand while watching them kiss, anger in control as the beast begged to be released and slay him. The image of his sharp claws tearing Deimos’ throat off as blood pooled in his mouth slightly calmed Maverick down, but it was not enough. After the exhilarating run through the woods, Nix was the only thing he could think of. With his snout up in the air, he had followed her delicious scent from her camp to an open clearing, shocked by what he saw. Wolves and humans cannot be mates, but after seeing her display of immense power, he knew she was something else. Something more, and it confirmed the pull he felt towards her. Just watching her hover in the air as the wind rushed around her, a golden gleam rolling off her body, making him hard. But the bubble burst the second Deimos wielded a flaming sword conjured from the air, and he knew the man was also something else, but what were they? Tales between different packs told of creatures unseen by them yet. Vampires are their mortal enemies, and he has slain a few in his time. Other monsters described made him fear for his people, but luckily he has yet to encounter such beasts. But what he had seen tonight piqued his interest, but only Nix. For Deimos would perish by his hands soon, the power he displayed not scaring Maverick.

He slowly backed up, blocking out their conversation until the trees obstructed their view. Turning his back on them, the beast reared its head as Maverick allowed the wolf to take charge. Biting back the pain from the shift, he dragged deeply from the air, letting it fill his lungs as he began running. The dirt felt good between his paws as he dug them deeper to reach a faster speed, the blur of the woods flashing past his vision, his destination before him as he headed to the camp. The scent of sweat slowly neared as he reached closer, soft moans filling his senses, a sign of the full moon ritual. Ignoring the need to mate with a female wolf, Maverick headed straight for his hut. Once inside, he shifted to human form, his wolf willingly retreating to the back of his mind to console himself after witnessing his other half kissing another. His beast might be hurt, but he will not allow himself to grieve, for he had to devise a plan to end Deimos’ life, whatever creature he may be.

Still naked and pacing back and forth, Maverick racked his brain for a plan, knowing he could not do this alone. Pushing aside the deerskin, he stepped outside, not ashamed of his naked state. Wolves are sexual beings, and shifting requires a lack of clothing. Striding past intertwined bodies, he dodged a few female hands reaching out to him as they fulfilled their basic needs. Their disappointment did not bother him as he zoned in on a particular hut near his own, the size more minor but still more prominent than the others.

A sweat-covered back welcomed him first, followed by the moans of a female. David’s back arched as he plunged into his bedmate, her fingers dragging down his skin.

Coughing while leaning against a pole, two shocked eyes shot to look at him before the female’s blue eyes softened, and she smiled. “Would you like to join, Alpha.” she invited.

David smirked, keeping eye contact as he thrusts, the girl’s head falling back as she moaned again.

“As tempting as that is, I need to speak with my Beta,” instructed Maverick. “Alone.”

David stopped as he pulled out of her. Climbing off her left her exposed and spread open, but Maverick ignored the clear invitation she subtly tried to give as she eyed him but stopped as she noticed his limp manhood. Grabbing a robe, the girl sprinted from the room, giving him a slight bow as she left. David grabbed two pairs of pants, throwing one to Maverick before putting on his own.

“I was in the middle of something,” said David while sitting down, dragging two cups closer. “What could be so important?”

“Please, you can easily get another later.” Maverick tightened the rope holding up the pants. Dragging out a chair, he dropped down, grabbing the bag with mead. Popping off the top, he generously filled both cups before offering one to David.

“Thank you.” taking a big sip, David brushed away escaped drops with the back of his hand before leaning back as he relaxed, gaze on his Alpha as Maverick took his sip. “So what is so important?” he asks after Maverick puts the cup on the table.

“What I saw tonight cannot be explained, and it might be dangerous, but I need your help?”

David slumped his arm over the chair, smirking, “A female turned you away, and you need my natural charm to chat her up.”

Maverick chuckled at his friend and confidant, his humour a reason why they worked so well together. “You wish,” replied Maverick before the spirit vanished, looking stern. “It has to do with my mate and the thing trying to steal her from me.”

Sensing the shift in his Alpha, David quickly straightened up, losing the smug smile as he eyed him. “Is Nix alright? Did someone hurt her?”

“No, but I am going to hurt someone.”

Chugging the rest of the mead, Maverick explained what he had witnessed in the woods, his Beta intently listening to the tale of magic and never before seen displays of power. A few moments during, he wondered if his Alpha was sane, for what he described is impossible, but he believed the man, for Maverick would not lie. David also thought Maverick was not creative enough to make up a story like that. No, there must be something darker at play, especially after hearing about Nix and what she did. The girl is clearly not human, but what if she used her secret talents to cast a spell over his Alpha? If ever the man was compromised, David had to step up, and as he listened, he worked out a plan. One his Alpha will kill him for just thinking, but clearly, not only does Deimos have to die but also the female. If she displayed power as great as being explained, then their whole pack is in danger, but love is clouding their leader, and as the second in charge, he would have to do what Maverick refused to do.

“So what are they?” David asked after Maverick finished talking.

Shaking his head, Maverick replied, “I have no idea. I just know we have to end Deimos.”

“And the girl? She could be just as dangerous as him, even far more so from what you saw.”

The wooden cup Maverick held fragmented as rage from his Beta’s words angered him. Dozens of splinters fell to the table as he flexed his hand, an angry gaze centred on a shocked David. “Dare to touch her, and I will skin you alive before the whole pack. You understand me.” Dominance and command coated his deep voice, forcing David to back down as he shrunk in his seat, the effect of rank freezing his words.

Frantically nodding, David reached for the mead, pouring himself another cup before hovering over Maverick’s empty one. A confirming signal made him fill it up. Downing the mead in one go, David returned his gaze to his Alpha, a dark cloud hovering over the man. “I understand, Alpha. I am sorry for even bringing it up.”

“Good. Now that we have that sorted, I need ideas for how we can kill Deimos. Clearly, he is strong and knows what we are, so we must tread carefully around him. I need two soldiers you trust with this information and have them tail Deimos. I want to know what other hidden abilities he possesses before we make our move. And under no circumstance is Nix to be harmed, you understand?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

Rising, Maverick finished his drink before leaving without another word. David might be his Beta, but after he mentioned Nix, suspicion grew. He has to keep an eye on Nix, for his Beta could try to make a move on her. For all the trust he has in his second in command, Maverick will not place his mate’s life in David’s hands.

“So, when were you born? Wait, were you even born? How does that work? How old are you?” an unending list of questions spilt from Nix, her mind in overdrive as she accepted the revelation of Gods and the man she likes being one of them.

“Slow down and take a breath.” chuckled Deimos as he shifted on the bed, leaning on his elbow while resting his chin in his palm.

Nix excitedly breathed as she paused, searching for a question from the hundreds she had. Sitting up, she tugged her legs beneath her next to Deimos, eyes glued to the man.

“How can I after learning that you are a God.”

“Fair,” Deimos smirked. Placing his free hand over Nix’s folded ones on her legs, he lazily dragged a finger over her soft skin, marvelling at the feeling of having her close to him. With an urge to kiss her ravaging him, Deimos opted to speak to occupy his mind and replace the image of their naked bodies entwined on the same bed they sat on. “Let me ask you a question then. Why did you believe me all of a sudden? I thought you were mad at me.”

“O, I was and still am,” began Nix as she played with his hand over hers, nearly melting from the finger he dragged over her skin, the slight contact sending heat to her core. “But after I accepted my magic, my mind just opened up. I don’t know how to explain it, but we are connected. There were whispers in the wind. And they all said that you are important and I need to protect you.”

Deimos raised an eyebrow. “Protect me. I am a God. You are the one who needs protection.”

Nix’s eyebrow arched as her smile broadened, “So full of yourself, I see.”

“Why won’t I be? Look at me.” Deimos flexed his arm, showing her his muscles.

Letting out an uncontrollable laugh, Nix floated on air. A connection like this is incredible, mainly just talking. Men in her village tended to be small-minded, and their convos usually involved hunting and family. For once, someone made her laugh, and it felt fantastic. Joining in on the fun, Deimos mimicked her delight as they giggled for a while, finally quieting down as he let out a sigh.

“But in all seriousness. I vow that I will protect you, no matter what.” Deimos became severe as he straightened up, the movement causing Nix to shift away while facing him, their hands still connected.

“Thank you,” she whispered, “It means a lot to me. But know I will also protect you. If this will work, you need to understand that we are partners. Both in charge.”

Deimos caressed her cheek as their eyes locked, his gaze jumping back and forth to her lips, his body screaming to kiss her. “I would not have it any other way, my little witch.”

A familiar pull dragged Nix closer as she stared at him, the need to touch him overwhelming. “Thank you.” her eyes closed as her head tilted into his touch. The heat returned to her groin with his thumb lazily caressing her skin. Her eyes shot open as hunger grabbed her. Before Deimos, no other man had set her body alight like him, and for once, she wondered what sex would be like, especially with someone she trusted. Yes, he lied to her about his origins, but honestly, would she have believed him if he had told her from the start? Deimos gave her meaning in this cruel life, a life that would have been boring and useless. Now she had actual powers to help those in need. Not just one or two, but many.

A more vital need crashed into her, her body slightly jerking as she saw the passion in his eyes. Dragging a deep breath, her lips parted, and her tongue unknowingly licked her lips, his dark gaze zoning in on the sexual act.

Do it, yelled Nix’s mind, and before she could stop, her lips crashed into his. For a split second, Deimos froze as he felt her luscious lips on his, but only for a moment. The pent-up passion he had held back since the first time he laid eyes on her broke free as the hunger took over. Letting go of her hands, his own wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. Their lips continued their dance as her body fell on top of him. Throwing her leg over him, Nix straddled him, a small moan escaping as her core made contact with his rigid member. With no experience in sex, Nix felt awkward, not knowing what to do, but her instinct kicked in. Her hips gently rocked back and forth, dropping her whole weight on his lap, eliciting a deep moan from Deimos. His fingers trailed up her back and into her hair, untying the rope holding her luxurious blond hair together. As the locks cascaded over her back, he ran his finger through them, grasping tightly as she rubbed over him again.

Deimos broke the kiss, their deep breathing the only sound in the room. “If you do that again, I won’t be able to stop myself. You are warned.”

With a devilish twink in her eye, she captured his gaze, holding it as she slowly rocked again, teasing him.

Deimos grasped her hair tighter with a smirk, slightly pulling it back to expose her throat. “You have just unleashed the beast, my little witch.” his voice was thick with arousal, her action making him harder than he had ever been. As a God, they have no need for sexual release, but since he is in a human body, the emotions have been overwhelming, and arousal was like an itch he could not scratch. Until now.

“Then show him to me.” mocked Nix, her core in flames as she slowly dragged over him again, a moan in her throat from the pleasure she experienced. She was hooked if this was just a little taste of the real deal.

“There is no coming back.” Deimos pointed out, the need for her consent critical.

Without another word, Nix reluctantly let go of his chest to grasp the edges of her shirt. In one swift movement, she dragged the harsh material over her head, her nipples grazing against it, making them solid. The cold air brushed against the tender buds, a stark contrast to the heat crowding her face. Revealing herself to another like this felt intimate but also right.

“My God, you are beautiful,” murmured Deimos as he greedily took all of her in. His hands moved to touch her, but Nix tried to cover herself on instinct. Gripping her wrist, Deimos stopped her. “Don’t.” he softly whispered.

Nodding her head, Nix relaxed, dropping her only protection to her side, exposing herself again. Another breeze entered the hut, cooling her heated skin and sending shivers down her spine. She had been naked in her own home before but having him hungrily stare at her made the sensation erotic. The tension built in the air as Deimos continued lapping her up, and her need exploded. The need to have him against her and touch what she was freely offering.

“Please,” moaned Nix.

The word barely left her mouth as he captured a hard nipple in his heated mouth, gently grazing the delicate flesh with his teeth. Pleasure exploded in her core as her back arched, wanting to get closer. His other hand massaged her lonely breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers. Closing her eyes as her head dropped back, she groaned as he touched her as no man had before. Wetness released from her core, covering the pants she donned. They suddenly felt restricted as they restrained her movement. With each lick he gave, she returned the gesture by rubbing over him as the spark grew in her pants.

“Stop doing that.”

Looking at him, she smirked, “Make me.” Challenging him felt right. It was to see if he could handle her, but it was also to let him take charge, for she did not know what to do.

“O, I will.”

A shocked gasp left her as he moved. Releasing her breasts, he grabbed her waist, lifting her and breaking the contact to flip them over. The soft hay crashed into her back as Deimos hovered over her, a wicked grin revealing the pleasures about to come. Returning his mouth to her nipples, Deimos sucked the small pebbles, jumping between the two. Again, her back arched from the bed from the pleasure and right into his hands. Hooking his fingers over the top, Deimos pulled them off. On his knees, he admired her naked form. Trailing his gaze from the top, he took his time taking her in until he landed on her womanhood. Light hair covered her femininity, the light provided by the fire making the juices covering her sparkle. Pushing her knees apart exposed her fully. Slowly bending closer, Nix tried to resist him in attempting to close her legs, but his fingers wrapped around her, holding her open.

“What are you doing?” asked Nix, her voice coarse with arousal.

“I need to taste you.”

“How,” Nix innocently asked.

“By doing this,” Deimos answered her question by pushing his head between her legs, his tongue licking her opening.

A different kind of pleasure shot through her body as she moaned aloud. His wet, warm tongue teasing her felt strange initially, but soon, only having him in her took control. Thrusting deep into her made her clutch the blanket tightly, electricity gathering below. The louder she whimpered, the harder he went as the sounds of her pleasure pushed him, the need to hear her scream his name driving him. Sweet juices covered his mouth as he lapped at her core, the sudden jerk of her body a sign that the small nob at the top was important.

Her voice rose as her moans burst through her deep breathing. “Yes,” she released as stars suddenly clouded her vision, pressure inside her building. With a final thrust of his tongue, the tension released as his name ruptured from her throat, her legs closing on instinct as she rode this unfamiliar wave of pleasure. Licking up her juices, Deimos’ member painfully strained against his pants as hearing his name on her lips sent him over the edge. Nudging her legs away from his head, Deimos looked up; a satisfying grin displayed as he noticed Nix’s expression. Her eyes were half-open with a smile, a look of relaxation present. But it was not over yet. After he tasted her, he wanted to be inside her, to connect them as one while hearing his name coming from her again.

“Tired?” Deimos asked as he scooted back and off the bed, quickly untying his pants. As the material bunched around his ankles, he released a satisfying sigh. No more restriction was holding him back as his erection bounced out, a liquid covering the tip.

NIx shot up after fully opening her eyes, her mouth agape as she took him in. Before at the bathing hole, she had seen flashes of him, but now it stood firm, and the size looked scary. Is that supposed to fit in me? she wondered. Fear and excitement twirled inside her, sending new heat to her core as she devoured him with her eyes.

“Not at all,” she murmured as their eyes clashed.

“Good, because I am just getting started.”