Wednesday Brief: Your hump day dose of Flash Fiction

Welcome to Wednesday Brief!

You can read Clare and Mikelo's story from the beginning up at the top of the page by clicking on the tab that says Wednesday Brief (simply scroll down and you'll find each chapter labeled as Little Luna). If you only want to read last week's Brief then click Here.  

The prompt I used was: Use the element of surprise.

Enjoy! And of course, don't forget to visit the rest of the Briefer's!

Little Luna (6)

“Clare.” Mikelo watched as surprise registered in Clare’s gaze. Her eyes widened, her breath visibly catching as he stepped into the shaft of moonlight filtering through the window. He paused and as if by command her frantic movements to escape, stopped.

“What, how—“

Mikelo waited as she collected her scrambled thoughts, her gaze darting around the room, searching in the shadows for his hiding place.

“How long have you been watching me?” Her voice wavered.

His gaze bore into hers and he watched amused as a fresh coat of pink tainted her cheeks. Evidence of her dream still clung to her, from the flush on her neck, to the rapid rise and fall of her chest, to the disarrayed locks. His gaze lowered, a slow smile spreading on his face as she hurried to press her thighs together and readjust her skirt.

“For quite some time, little Luna,” he finally replied, looking at her. “This is my bed chamber.”

“Oh.” Her gaze dropped to the floor, her hair tumbling over her face and hiding her features from him. He knew she was still coming to grips with the erotic dream. It was normal. The thought of comforting her appealed to him, but he kept himself at bay. She needed to accept the reality of things on her own terms, at her own pace. He frowned. Even, if that time was in truth very limited.

Abruptly, she lifted her head. Straightening her spine and squaring her shoulders, she met his gaze head on. He fought the impulse to laugh. There was the little fighter that had stumbled upon his world years ago.

“Where are we?”

“Raidrako, the land of the red sun, capital of the Feardrako kingdom.”

“Your home?”

“Yes.”

“Why am I here?”

Mikelo sighed. Just when he had started hoping.

“I know the bond, the promise, but surely, there must be a way to break it? I don’t belong here.”

“It’s a little too soon to know that, don’t you think, Clare?”

Standing, Clare took a step toward him and opened her arms dramatically, her blue gaze intense in her defiant glare.

“Look at me, Mikelo. Look- at –me.”

He raised his eyebrows and she pressed her lips together in outrage. 

“Do I look like I belong here? Dressed in a pale pink suit dress and stockings, standing at the side of a four poster bed with furs, with furs!” she cried out, stomping her foot in frustration.

A part of Mikelo knew he shouldn’t move. He should just take her anger until it passed, but he couldn’t. The blood bond was stronger in his realm and he’d waited so long for her, so long. He yearned to take her into his arms and feel the warmth of her heat around his cock. He wanted to kiss her until her lips became red and swollen as the moon during a storm.

He took a step and immediately she dropped her arms, her eyes wide. Another step and her bravado failed her completely.

“Yes, you’re right Little Luna.” Another step and she was hitting the bed with the back of her knees.  “Your dress and stockings don’t belong here; a woman in my realm does not wear clothes like those. But you.” She fell into a sitting position with a surprised yelp. Mikelo towered over her. “You do.” 

Placing the palm of his hand on her shoulder, he pushed gently. She fell back against the feather mattress without a sound of protest. Leaning into her, he placed his arms next to her head, holding his weight and caging her.

“You belong here, Clare. You belong here with me, naked on this bed, writhing under me night after night as I take you to the highest heights of pleasure you have ever experienced.”

Mikelo leaned closer, his lips inches away from her parted mouth. 

“Your dream was nothing compared to the reality of what could be, little Luna.” Her gasp of surprise drowned in his mouth as he finally tasted paradise.

To be continued...

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Wednesday Brief: Your hump day dose of flash fiction

Hey lovelies, happy Hump Day!

I almost didn’t make it to today’s Wednesday Brief. My muse seems to be on the run and worrying about my eldest dog getting operated hasn’t helped (everything went fine, btw). However, somehow, I managed to scrape together Little Luna's next chapter. I hope you like it and as always, don't miss out on the other great Briefer's!

I’ve used the following prompts:

“As thick as London fog …” and “She ran in …”, although I have altered this last one a bit. 

Little Luna (5)

Clare fought back, kicking and screaming as they trudged through the forest. A mist as thick as London fog seemed to surround them as they approached the old bunker. No. Panicking, she kicked aimlessly. A pained-filled grunt revealing she had hit something. She kicked again. Another grunt and she fell to the floor in a heap.

Before Mikelo could grab her again, she stood and ran. The fog swirled around her, blinding her and confusing her as she fought her way barefoot through the brambles. When had she dropped her shoes? The thought invaded her mind that at least that way, when they searched for her they’d know she’d been abducted.

Mikelo’s gravelly voice called her back, the sound sending a sharp jolt through her. Ignoring the pain in her chest, she continued to run.

“Clare.”

The voice was closer now, the sound reverberating through her and making her cell in her body tingle. She brushed the sensation away, adducing it to fear.

“Clare.”

Her throat constricted. Her heart fluttered. Tears she didn’t realize she’d been holding began to slip down her cheek. No. No. No.

“Little Luna.”

He was close. Without stopping, she twisted her head, searching for him through the dense fog. Arms flailing wildly, she screamed as she tripped and fell hard on her knees.

She attempted to stand, but it was too late. Strong hands hauled her to her feet. Muscled arms wrapped around her in a warm embrace. Tears flowed freely as fingers combed her hair and soothing nothings were whispered in her ear.

Clare leaned into the firm body holding her, comforting her. Her tears started to abate and she noticed for the first time the sound of a beating heart, steady, soothing, right next to her ear. Unconsciously, her hand lifted, curling over the spot. She took in a deep breath, inhaling Mikelo’s wild scent. Again. He smelled wild, musky. Delicious. As if he knew her thoughts his pulse sped beneath her ear. Swallowing, she looked up. Mikelo glanced at her, a mixture of concern and something she couldn’t quite pinpoint in his dark gaze. His lips parted. No. No words. She didn’t allow him to speak. Standing on her toes, she reached out for him, brushing her mouth against his. A zinging current swept over her, sensitizing her skin and landing hard between her legs.

Again. She swept her lips over his, nipping on his bottom bow. Mikelo’s groan fuelled her. Her hands rested on the nape of his neck, bringing him down to her ravenous mouth. She didn’t have to coax him. His mouth opened, his tongue dancing with hers as if their life depended on it. His calloused hands slid over her waist, down to her hips. He pulled her closer, drawing a moan from her as she felt his need pressing against her. Mikelo pulled back, raining kisses on her jaw, her neck, her chest.

“Mikelo,” she gasped out his name as her dress pooled at her feet. Her bra snapped at then it was his mouth on her breast, his tongue lavishing her puckered nipple. They fell to the floor, his hard body pressing down over her pliant one. She ran her fingertips over his muscled abdomen, tracing the scars on his ribs, the tattoos on his side.

“Little Luna.”

His voice was like hot chocolate. Or was it his eyes? She couldn’t look at him, couldn’t gaze into those dark pools of wonder as he adored her body. She didn’t know when her panties vanished. She didn’t care. It was all about Mikelo: His heat, his breath, his horns rubbing against her clit as he lapped at her juices. She writhed and moaned shaking underneath her lover’s attentive touch.

“Mikelo.”

His pale face was flushed, his eyes dark as the night as he introduced a finger inside her.

“My little Luna.”

My. She didn’t miss the possessive word nor the possessive growl as another finger made its way inside her and curled over her g-spot.

“Please.”

Was that a third finger? His tongue? His horns? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. Her world narrowed. Her body trembled. She was so close, so close to the edge.

“Crumble and fall, little Luna.”

Without mercy, he shoved his digits inside her while his mouth latched onto her breast, biting.

“Mikelo,” she cried out his name, her body arching and her muscles clamping as the orgasm shook her to the core.

Clare’s eyes snapped open. For a moment, she was disoriented. Where was the fog? The mist dancing over their naked flesh? Where was Mikelo? She missed his heat, his firm hands on her skin. She swallowed and scrambled to sit up. Her eyes adjusting to the dimly lit surroundings, she realized she was in a bedroom of sorts, lying on a comfortable mattress and covered by furs. Peaking beneath one, she started. She was dressed. Still wearing the wedding dress and the nylon stockings. Had it all been a dream? Her hands shook. It felt so real: Mikelo’s voice, his touch, his caress, his heat. Her body tingled, her vagina still spasming from the aftershock of her orgasm. That had been real. Sighing heavily, she closed her eyes. She felt bereft, cheated in a way that she didn’t understand. Shouldn’t she feel relieved that none of it had actually happened? Shaking her head, she threw back the covers. It didn’t matter, she had to get out of there.

“Clare.”

The voice stopped her in her tracks. Turning toward it, her eyes widened as from the shadows a figure she’d failed to see before, emerged. 

To be continued...

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Nephylim  

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Cia Nordwell    

Julie Lynn Hayes

Wednesday Brief: Your hump day dose of flash fiction

Happy Wednesday! I'm back today with another installment of Little Luna. You can read earlier chapters at the Wednesday Brief tab above.

However, if you prefer a quick reminder of where we left off, here goes: Mikelo and Clare were arguing in the woods about a blood promise made during their childhood. Clare is  bound to Mikelo whether she wants to or not and Mikelo reminds her that either she obeys her promise or she will die.

I had trouble fitting in one of this weeks prompts but in the end went with: "He had to chuckle when he saw..."

Little Luna (4)

At that moment, Mikelo hated himself. After weeks of exchanging mails, of wooing her in the old-fashioned sense, preparing her to come with him, he had, after all, to resort to the threat of death. He swallowed the sigh jammed in his throat and stared at Clare. Her plump lips trembled as she fought to restrain back her desperate sobs. Black eyeliner ran down her cheeks, mingling with the silent tears that beseeched him to understand. Yet, even through her pain, he still found her beautiful. His fists clenched at his side. The idea of touching her again, of threading his fingers in her dark locks and soothing her pain was almost overwhelming. Almost.

He’d already made that mistake once. He wouldn’t slip again, there were too many things at play and allowing feelings to surface could prove deadly. Besides, as his father so kindly liked to remind him every other day: emotions were for the weak. He was a Feardorka. He was a warrior. A leader.

“Please.”

Her soft pleading voice was barely above a whisper. His heart hammered in his chest and his nails bit into his palm.  His gaze turned cooler and his mouth became a thin line as he forced himself to recall his purpose. It was either his life or hers.

“No.” He said the single word loudly, harshly, more to convince himself than her. There was no turning back. 

“But—“

“Do you remember the bonding ritual, little one?”

Mikelo smiled dryly as abruptly Clare’s tears ceased. Oh, yes. She remembered all right.

“How could I forget?” Her luminous red rimmed gaze met his fully, defiantly. He had to chuckle when he saw the brave little girl that had tumbled into his home almost twenty years ago resurface. In his mind, he clearly saw the first time he laid eyes on her.

Mikelo hid behind the drape. His eyes widened as the two soldiers brought the unknown creature to his father. She was small, probably a few years younger than him. Yet, her eyes were clear of tears, her gaze proud and fearless as his father questioned her. Mikelo was fascinated.

“How did you come here, creature.”

“I don’t know.”

Her voice was barely a whisper but it made goose bumps appear on his flesh regardless. She’d tumbled through a portal. He was certain that was how she'd arrived. His governess insisted that the planet with the white moon, yellow sun and blue water had died. That their own greedy and selfish inhabitants had destroyed it. However, right before his eyes was a breathing specimen from that century old planet. She was beautiful. With her dark hair and luminous eyes, she deserved to be put on a shelf to be contemplated for eternity. Panic threatened to consume him as he heard the short conversation between the girl and his father. The death sentence was ushered and the girl was dragged away, crying. Clear tears, so different from the red ones running down his cheeks. Beautiful. He couldn’t let her die. He couldn't.

After more than twenty years she was still beautiful.

“Do you remember the words?”

“Yes. Though, I have tried hard to forget.”

“Tell me the words.”

Her eyes narrowed. “No.”

Anger hit him like the cruel lash of a whip. That was an emotion widely permited in his realm. Anger made you strong. Roughly, he grabbed her and tilted her head so she was forced to stare into his eyes.

“Tell me.”

“Why?”

Mikelo blinked. Why? Because he wanted to hear them again, because he wanted her to remember the bond they had forged. Because he felt like it.

“Say them.”

“No.”

Mikelo growled and for an instant saw a flash of fear on Clare’s eyes. He’d had enough with these silly games. He understood her fear. He truly did. She wasn’t a Feardrako. She was human and he’d spent enough time on the planet to know that unlike his people, it was feelings what drove the so called lesser beings. Her blue gaze kept him prisoner and he fonud himself softening his hold on her chin.

“In this cell, on this night we become one." Her eyes widened, searching his face. "I drink what you drink. I eat what you eat. I see what you see. I feel what you feel." He moved closer, until her scent wrapped around him like a master's collar over his pet. "On this night, we share the blood, essence of life, and become bonded for life,” he whispered the final words, his fingers sliding over her smooth flesh until he cupped her cheek.

“Mikelo, please.”

She leaned into his touch. Conciously? The bond was there and there was no way around it. She could beg and fight all she wanted. They had lost enough time. Grounding his teeth together he easily lifted her off her feet and slung her over his shoulder. 

“No,” she cried out in alarm and surprise.

“I’ve tried being nice, Little Luna, but I’ve grown tired of your foolishness. I don’t know how you humans treat your promises here, but in my world they’re serious matters.”

To be continued...

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Wednesday Brief: Your Hump Day Dose of Flash Fiction

Happy Hump day!

I'm back today continuing Clare's paranormal story. In case you don't remember, we left a younger Clare falling through a puddle of red water. If you'd like to go back and reread chapters one and two, click on the tab above that says  "Wednesday Briefs", you'll find Clare's story at the bottom. Also, I'm renaming the story "Little Luna" (at least for now).

The prompt I picked today was "use red light". Oh, and don't miss out on the other Briefer's! (links bellow)

Little Luna 3 

Plop. Plop.Plop. Chime. Plop. Plop.Plop. Chime. Clare’s eyes fluttered and she absently wiped at the wetness on her face. Plop. Plop.Plop. Chime. She moaned and turned. Plop. Plop.Plop. Chime. Chime. Chime. The sound echoed in her head like a hammer striking iron. She groaned turning onto her back.

“I’m telling you something fell through.”

Harsh guttural voices mingled with the insistent wind chimes.

“It’s probably nothing, as usual.”

Something inside Clare clicked and her eyes opened. She blinked. The sky above was not blue. It was not dotted with fluffy white clouds or anything remotely similar. It was bathed in a hazy red glow that moved like the ocean in a storm. She scurried to a sitting position, her eyes never leaving the moving sky that rippled and lapped at the red light above that could only be a sun.

“Damn those portals. I really don’t understand why the King doesn’t close them and rid us from the humans once and for all.”

One of the voices snickered.

“Who knows how the rich think?”

Clare scuttled to her feet, her body aching at the effort. How far had she fallen? She glanced up. Panic threatened to consume her. Where was she? She turned in a full circle, barley taking in her surrounding, barely acknowledging the fiery trees and the yellowish grass at her feet.

“Shit. Over there.”

She turned around. The voices became figures, shadows that loomed in the distance. Her scream echoed in the world around her. She ran.

Clare jumped at the sound of her cell phone's ringtone. She swallowed dryly, absently turning around to gaze out the window. The sky was still blue, the sun still shining. Breathing a sigh of relief, she swept her sweaty palms on her jeans and hurried to retrieve her phone.

“Hello?” she croaked in a shaky whisper.

“Clare? Are you all right?”

Clare chewed on her lip. Did her cousin remember the incident? 

“Hey Feli. I’m fine,” she lied.

Settling on the couch behind her, she cradled her phone against her ear and stared at the ceiling. Everyone in the family remembered the day Clare locked herself in an abandoned bunker. It was a common family anecdote and was used to scare the younger children so they wouldn't wander too far.

“Feli?”

Her cousin stopped ranting about her upcoming wedding.

“What?”

Clare shook her head.

“Nothing.” She’d confided in her cousin that one night about the creatures with horns from the world with no sun. Her scared cousin had tattled on her and she’d been branded traumatized by the situation. A few visits to the doctor later demonstrated she was fine and that it had only been her imagination playing tricks on her. Clare didn’t agree. Not with the dreams that had plagued her childhood, not when every time she heard wind chimes she thought back to that day and especially, not when she looked in the mirror and saw the half-red moon mark at the back of her left shoulder.

As her cousin kept babbling about final preparations, Clare’s gaze slid to her laptop, reaching toward it she propped it on her lap and waited for it to reboot. Opening Mikelo’s email with the picture of the rusty old door, she stared. Her mouth fell open.

“Felicia, your wedding is at Saint Josephs? That’s close to—“

“Clare.” Her cousin’s voice was sugary sweet and full of undisguised pity. “After all these years and you still remember? The bunker is probably gone by now, destroyed. Besides, it’s still a bit far from the church. You have nothing to worry about.”

Beep.

A new message appeared at the head of her inbox. Her pulse quickened and a shiver raced down her spine. It was from Mikelo. 

To be continued...

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