The Vulpirans' Honor: The Soul-Linked Saga (43 page)

“Ask him to come now,” Vikter said.  “It only took her half an hour to get through
the first stage.  If she awakens early from the next stage, I want Merrick here to
put her into a deep sleep.”

After Hunt made the call he turned to see Lance and Vikter both standing beside the
bed, staring at Honey as she slept.  “Merrick will be here in about fifteen minutes,”
he said as he joined them.

They remained that way, silently watching her, until Merrick knocked on the door,
startling them.  Hunt went to answer it and a moment later Merrick joined them.  “She
went through the first stage fast?”

“Yes, about half an hour after the injection,” Vikter replied. 

“That is fast,” Merrick said.  He looked at Honey, then met Vikter’s gaze with his
own.  “I am going to tell you something that I would rather not admit to.  My brothers
and I agree that it is important to share this, regardless of the shame we feel over
it.”

“What is it?” Vikter asked, suddenly worried.

“When we performed the soul-link triad with our Arima, we made an error which very
nearly killed her,” Merrick admitted. 

“What sort of error?” Lance asked.

“In this stage, where Honey is, there comes a point when her DNA is fully rewritten,
and her body can no longer survive until her DNA and her body match.  When that happens,
there is no obvious sign.  Her heart will slow, as will her breathing, and then they
will stop.”

“Yes, we are aware of this,” Vikter said.

“As were we,” Merrick said.  “Nevertheless, we missed it.  She had ceased to breathe
before we knew it.  We were barely able to perform the second injection in time. 
You have only a few seconds between the end of the second stage and death.”

“We will be vigilant, Merrick,” Vikter said.  “We thank you and your brothers for
this warning.  I know it wasn’t easy for you, which makes us that much more grateful.”

Merrick bowed slightly.  “I will wait in the next room with my brothers.  Let us know
when you need us.”

After Merrick left Hunt shook his head and sighed.  “I cannot imagine the courage
it must have taken for him to admit such a thing,” he said. 

“Nor can I,” Vikter agreed.  “Let’s not ignore his warning though.”

Lance climbed onto the bed beside Honey and placed his palm against her chest so that
he could feel each breath she took.  At the same time, he set his eyes on the small
vein pulsing in her throat and kept them there.  He would not look away until the
vein ceased to move, indicating that her heart no longer beat.

“I’ll go prepare some towels,” Hunt said.  Vikter nodded, reaching down to place a
light finger on Honey’s wrist.  Between them, they would be certain not to repeat
the Falcorans’ error.  By the time Hunt returned with a stack of warm, damp towels,
both Vikter and Lance noticed Honey’s heart rate was beginning to slow.  It was happening
much faster than expected, which made them doubly thankful for Merrick’s warning.

“Get the Falcorans in here,” Vikter said to Hunt.  He dropped the towels where he
stood and raced out of the room, yelling for Merrick the moment he had the door open.

By the time the Falcorans were satisfied that Honey was in a deep sleep, her body
had already begun to convulse.  They left, the sympathy in their eyes frightening
Vikter more than all of the reports he’d read about this stage of the transformation. 
They had suffered through this themselves only a few short months earlier, and knew
what was coming.  It was far worse than any nightmare any of them had ever had.

Later, Vikter realized that the only reason they’d survived the ordeal was that they’d
kept busy throughout it.  They held Honey’s body as carefully as they could during
the violent convulsions that threatened to toss her onto the floor or break her bones. 
They bathed her constantly with cool towels, and changed the bedding several times
so that she was clean and as comfortable as possible.  When at last her body became
still they were relieved, and at the same time, almost afraid to believe it was over. 

Hunt called the Falcorans in so that they could lift the magic keeping her in a deep
sleep.  Vikter, Lance, and Hunt thanked the Falcorans profusely this time, understanding
exactly how important their help had been.  They knew now that none of them would
have survived the ordeal had Honey been conscious.  Right after the Falcorans left,
Honey’s eyes opened and she sat straight up in the bed.

She looked down at herself, realizing that she was naked except for the sheet covering
her.  She started to ask what had happened to her nightgown when a wave of hot arousal
crashed through her.  “Oh,” she exclaimed breathlessly. 

Vikter, Lance and Hunt scented her arousal, their bodies responding so quickly that
it was painful.  Honey’s face flushed and she swallowed hard.

“This is the mating fever?” she asked.

“It is,” Vikter replied.

Honey’s body shuddered so hard that the entire bed shook.  “Whatever needs to happen
next, lets do it, please.”

“We must perform the soul-link triad,” Lance said.

Honey groaned and began to shiver.  “Hurry,” she gasped.

Vikter was horrified to see tears running down her face.  He stepped back and removed
his clothes as fast as he could, then sat down on the bed beside Honey.  He urged
her to lie down as Hunt climbed onto the bed, spread her legs wide and lowered his
mouth to her drenched pussy.  One lick and Honey arched her back off the bed, nearly
sobbing with the intensity of her arousal.  She needed desperately to climax.  Vikter
lowered his lips to hers and plunged his tongue into her mouth as his hands went to
her breasts.  She broke the kiss, her eyes pleading for relief. 

“Suck on her clit,” Vikter growled to Hunt.  “She needs to come right now,”

Hunt immediately sucked Honey’s throbbing nub in between his teeth and sucked hard. 
Her body arched off the bed, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open in a silent
scream as the strongest orgasm she’d ever had ripped through her. 

Her body relaxed and fell back to the bed, the desperation gone from her eyes.  Vikter
knew the desperation would be back soon, though.  They needed to hurry. 

“Hunt, get the ointment,” he ordered.  “Lance, take your place.”

Lance threw off the rest of his clothing and laid down on the bed, his hips near the
edge, feet on the floor.

Vikter felt the tension growing in Honey’s body again as he lifted her up and lowered
her slowly over Lance.  Honey realized at once what she needed to do and spread her
legs wide, placing one knee on either side of Lance.  Lance grasped her hips and lowered
her slowly over his cock. 

Honey shuddered with need, every nerve and muscle in her body screaming with the need
to slam herself down on him, but Lance held her firmly in place, refusing to allow
it.  “Just a few seconds, lover, we need to wait for Vikter and Hunt.”

“Hurry,” she whispered, “I don’t know how long I can stand this.”

Hunt handed the open jar of cream to Vikter before removing his clothes and getting
into position on the bed.  Vikter scooped some of the warming, lubricant onto his
fingers and generously applied it to Honey’s rear opening.  When he was satisfied
that she was both relaxed and lubricated, he placed the head of his large cock at
the tender entrance began pressing himself into her slowly.  Honey was shocked for
one brief moment, then the need burning in her veins took over, her body arching back
in an effort to force him in faster.  Vikter groaned at the heat engulfing his cock
as he seated himself fully into her tight passage.  He could not believe how hot she
was, and took a moment to fight his own body’s need to fuck her hard and fast. 

“Now, Lance,” he gasped when he felt more in control.  Lance lowered Honey all the
way onto him, groaning with the intense pleasure of being fully inside of her. 

“Honey,” Vikter said,  “Are you ready?”

“Yes, yes,” she gasped, her body shaking with need.  “What do I do?”

“Lift your right wrist to Lance’s mouth, your left to Hunt’s,” he told her.  Honey
did as he said, her arms trembling so hard she had trouble controlling them until
both men took her wrists and held them. 

“Honey, you need to take Hunt’s cock deep into your throat and hold it there while
we give you the final injection.  Don’t worry about breathing.  When the injection
is done, you’ll be able to breathe.  Everyone ready?”   

“I’m ready,” Honey panted. 

“Take Hunt, now,” Vikter said.

Honey turned her head, opened her lips and took Hunt deeply into her mouth without
hesitation.  As soon as he hit the back of her throat she swallowed, moaning softly
as he entered her throat with that faint popping sensation she was growing to love. 
A second later she felt a light sting in each wrist and the side of her neck as three
sets of mating fangs penetrated her flesh.

Just as she was getting desperate for air, the mating fangs slid free and a strange
feeling came over her.  She took a deep breath, simply knowing that she could, even
though Hunt’s cock was still buried deep in her throat.  All three men began fucking
her in a deep, even rhythm.  Hunt thrust deeply into her mouth, while Vikter squeezed
her breasts in time to his deep, hard thrusts behind her.  Lance held her steady with
one hand, the other stroking her clit as he thrust into her hot pussy.  There was
no way for her to match their rhythm, so she just relaxed and allowed herself to feel
the intense pleasure her men were giving her. 

After a few moments she felt something inside of her begin to grow and change.  The
thrusts got harder, faster, deeper and she knew they were all going to come at the
same time.  She felt it growing and growing until, when the wave hit, she was ready
for it and able to just let it take her.  She felt their seed pump into her, hot and
thick and, somehow, she felt it shooting through each passage toward her womb.  She
didn’t understand it, but she accepted it.  As their seed met and blended together
a small, lavender light began to grow deep inside of her, sending out a call, a tiny
vibration that sped back through each passage toward the cocks penetrating her.  A
moment later she felt something warm and gentle, something that seemed to be the very
essence of each of them, enter her body.  Vikter, Lance, and Hunt were inside of her
now, a part of their beings somehow becoming fused with her.  She felt them inside
of her, knew she would always feel them, that she would never be alone again. 

The remaining part of their essence flowed toward the lavender light in the center
of her womb.  As their essences met the light and blended together as their seed had,
Honey felt her entire body, mind and soul blaze with a sudden flare of brilliant purple. 
Vikter, Lance and Hunt roared, her voice rising with theirs as they came together
in a mutual, simultaneous orgasm of such muscle wrenching intensity that they could
do no more than hang on to each other as tightly as possible and ride it out. 

Day Thirty

Aisling fidgeted nervously as she watched all of the Consuls and their Arimas arrive
in the palace meeting room.  The Dracons with Lariah were first.  Then the Lobos with
Saige, the Bearens with Hope, The Katres with Summer, and the Vulpirans with their
new Arima, Honey.  Aisling hadn’t met her yet, but she’d heard about her and her astonishing
ability to heal the unborn. 

The last to enter were the Falcoran Consuls, who didn’t have an Arima yet.  They looked
a lot like the Falcoran male-set mated to Berta, except that they didn’t have different
colored streaks in their hair.  They all had long, black hair, with different colored
eyes so intense they appeared to glow.

“The one with green eyes is Tristan,” Olaf said softly into her ear.  “The one with
green eyes is Graysan, and the one with purple eyes is Jonathan, the youngest.”

“What are they like?” Aisling asked.

“They are the youngest of the Clan Consuls,” Olaf said.  “They are intelligent, very
serious, and they are considered to be the best pilots of all Clan Jasani.”

“Well, they can’t be any tougher to convince than the rest I suppose,” she said with
a sigh.

“Are you nervous,
bilara
?” Olaf asked.

“Yes, I am,” Aisling replied.  “I know, deep down, that I’m right about this.  I just
hope I can convince all of those people.”

“You won’t be alone,
bilara
,” Olaf said.  “Just remember that.  You convinced us, and we’ll do what we can to
help convince everyone else.”

“That helps, Olaf,” she said.  “A lot.”

“Good,” Olaf said.  “Now, lets go do this.”

Aisling nodded, took a deep breath, and walked into the meeting room.  She went to
the head of the long table, surprising some of the men in the room, but not the women. 
They knew that whatever was coming, was coming from her, though they didn’t know what
it was.

“For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Arima Aisling Gryphon,” she began.  “I have
a gift for languages, so I was asked to translate the data found in the bio-suit of
the first Xanti that was brought back to Jasan by the Katres.  During the course of
that translation, I came across a section of material that I couldn’t read.  This
section was referred to by the Xanti as the
Oraculum of the Arkandu
, and it was written in a language that’s been dead for many thousands of years. 
It was also written in code.  It took me a while to break the code, but eventually
I did.  One of the reasons we’re here today is so that I can read the oraculum to
you.