Chapter 23

LEGOLAS POV

Today I dressed in my Royal regalia. A red blazer hand-sewed by the best tailors. It was quite hot so I was glad I wore a white cotton shirt within. My black pant's gator stood erect and with black leader shoes to match. The elders were visiting and that was a big event. Not for me though, a feeling of unease always came by when they visited. The whole faeblood community seemed to be elated, Sighting an elder was an honor but not for me. They either complained about my ruling or how vampires are affecting the natural order in neighborhood countries.

"You seem busy." Someone said as I knot my tie.

I naturally thought it was Diana so I brightened up and turned to meet her.

My expression changed when I saw the speaker.

"You!"

"Yes, uncle. Me." Matilda said, ignoring my displeasure in seeing her this early morning.

"Where have you been?" U questioned her, wanting to know the juicy details of the state she saw when she visited the vampires.

"With Damian."

"You mean his body?" I cruelly insinuated.

"They are alive Victor."

Her reply made me burst into a lot of mad laughter, tears almost dropping from my eyes.

"It's okay to grieve niece."

"I'm serious. They are alive." she retorted.

Her steel resolve made me cringe. She did not seem worried one bit.

Oh no!

"It not possible," I stated aloud.

"They are and they are coming for you."

Matilda walked up to me. Her grey Iris filled with nothing but confidence.

"You try hard and you can't seem to get rid of them. Almost like a bad habit, you can't seem to get over." She continued.

She was getting to me but I was stronger.

"Even if they rose a thousand times. I will finish the job." I quickly asserted, returning my hold.

Matilda stopped talking. She only stared blankly at me before she strode out. She had changed my mood from sour to bitter and I wasn't willing to let her go Scot free.

"And call Nathan. The elders will be having dinner with us this night perhaps."

I watched her face redden in rage and she rushed out.

Yes! The feeling of satisfaction paying her in her own coin. Nathan was her betrothed from birth and sooner or later she would marry him, even if she didn't love him.

I walked to my king-sized mirror, lost in my looks and talking to myself,

"This is bad. How did they rise? Was this perhaps the reason for the elders visiting. The anxiety I had forced upon myself was suddenly killing me.

I had to talk to someone.

Diana was a guest in the Royal household and had been for weeks now. She was my only confidant. Victor was loyal but his attractions for me were lethal. He would surely do something rash.

I knocked on the door and waited for her reply.

Vanilla essence was escaping the room and Damn! It reminded me of her body. The door opened and I met the seductive witch. She leaned to the door, dressed in a revealing black nightgown. Very obvious she had no plans for the morning.

"How are you, my sweets?" I asked.

"I've been better." She sleepily answered.

"I want to talk."

Diana stared at me with skepticism.

"You don't mean on the bed, do you?" She said with a wink.

Even her dress couldn't hide the fact that she was turned on. Her nipples stood erect and I could make out the lining of clitoris under.

"You dirty creature. I can multitask." I replied, licking my lips.

She lead me in with my tie, making a finger on my nose and making me tick.

"So what do you want to talk about?" She asked whilst unbuttoning my shirt.

I tasted her from the nape of her neck making her squirm at each taste.

"About the children of prophecy."

"Aren't they dead?" She moaned, now holding tight to my crotch and begging for it.

"They survived. Matilda told me." I replied, removing her useless gown and leaving her only with skin.

Her breasts were full and begging for attention. I immediately ran my tongue over one, licking the hard nipple with devout intensity. Her moan turned to groans but it did not stop her from talking.

"What do you plan to do?"

I didn't reply at first. I carried her in my arms and led her to the master bed. I threw her into it and she did not resist. She immediately stretched her legs open as I fondled with my belt wanting them off.

"To lure them here."

The belt removed and I threw down my pants. My monster was rock hard and almost tearing away from my boxer shorts.

"Maybe the elders' return will bring them here." Diana asserted, a finger to the slit that held her pleasures.

"Very unlikely. Something bigger." I suggested, taking off the boxer and letting my monster slowly extend in inches.

"Put it inside me," Diana begged.

I mounted her and used my hand to slip me inside her. Once I was deep inside, she began a slow rotation of her hips. As she moved, the edges of the pale-blue dress caressed my naked stomach and thighs. My cock looking like a soft, gigantic mushroom that had silently poked its face up through the dead leaves on the ground and opened under the sheltering wings of night with each thrust. Her vagina felt warm and at the same time cold. It tried to envelop me, to draw me in, and at the same time to press me out. I grew harder and felt like I was about to burst wide open. It was the strangest sensation, something that went beyond simple sexual pleasure. It felt as if something, something special inside her, was slowly working its way to me. Orgasm!

"I got it." Diana flicked her fingers. The sex must have brought forth the idea. Nothing like good old sex.

"What?" I muttered breathlessly.

"A wedding."

She was not wrong.

"You deserve my bride," I said.

"I know."

My happiness was short-lived when I remembered the arrival of the elders.

I had to go.

AVERYS POV

I visited the library to see the repercussion of what I had done half-blind. I had sent a ravaging monster after Matilda. There had been no reply from him.

Matilda was very well alive. I could see her sitting on her desk and indulging in a good read or a boring one.

I walked up to her fearing the fate of one of my kind.

"Hi!" She greeted me when she saw me coming.

I didn't play dumb. She was dangerous and I had to play smart.

"Where is he?" I blurted.

She seemed confused.

"Who?"

"Not be naive. Where is the vampire I sent after you. You killed him to cover your tracks." I accused.

Matilda seemed disgruntled.

"Why would you accused me of something like that?" She spat back, her hands letting out pink Sparks.

"Then where is he?"

"I don't know."

I stopped. She did not seem to know anything sincerely.

What was going on‽

"Why don't you trust me?" Matilda finally asked, breaking the definite silence.

"I don't trust anything that has to do with Legolas." I stiffly answered, refusing to taint my words.

"I'm sorry for what happened to your parents."

Her words only made me stiffen. Bringing up my past like it was a game of hers.

Before I could give her a piece of my serpentine tongue. The doors of the library opened and I subconsciously turned to see who it was. Matilda turned her undiluted attention to the men. Three men in total. Who looks like they were in their fifties but I knew they weren't.

Their funny hippie look and weird fashion taste told it all. They all wore matching Hawaiian shirts and short shorts that barred their wrinkled but muscular legs. Their sandals were a bit old and unclean. Moving to their faces, they had heavily bleached hair to cover their true nature.

The three ancients, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego.

A trio of the last celestials.