"Your mate has already been sentenced, why would you do that for the rest of them?" Clary heard a man shout from the crowd. "Damon is already under my protection" Clary snarled, forgetting herself for a moment. "He is responsible for more than half of you already being able to sleep a full night without wondering if the mixed blood is coming for you. Are you really going to condemn him for mating me? You would punish the man who has done so much, for so many of you? You would take away the position he has earned, that he has worked so hard for, for his entire life. You can either fight me on this, I will take him, and you will lose one of your best original or you can agree to revoke his sentence and give him his position back" she said, her tone brooking no argument. "If we give him his position back, what will you do to prove that you are committed to this new set of Accords, Clary? It seems to me that you speak for the entire mixed blood. Are you willing to take responsibility for
"Who is that with Adom?" Moni asked when she glanced around at the ruckus coming from behind them. She slid down from her mates back to watch as they all turned. "Maybe someone should help him, that vampire doesn't look so happy," she said. "Shit, that's Roge" Clary said when she saw who Adom was wrestling. She pulled Damon across the courtyard. "Roge? Are you okay?" she asked when they reached him. "Where is my mate?" Roge snarled, elbowing Adom off him to confront the pair. "Where is my Anna? Everyone else is with their mates, where is she?" he asked desperately, he hadn't been able to find her in the crowd. "Roge, come with me," Damon said, keeping hold of his mate's hand as he led Roge to find Jasmine. He spotted her talking with a fairy that looked all of 18, surrounded by other fairies. "Please excuse the interruption, Jasmine, may I have a word please?" he asked, with a tight smile for the girl, whoever she was she looked important. "Damon, I'm not sure if you have met befor
"Move back a moment, Roge" Moni said, pulling the panicked looking vampire from the bed when she darted forward, her heart breaking for him and for the broken looking woman in the bed. "Anna? My name is Moni, can I sit with you for a little bit?" she asked as she cautiously approached the crying woman. Anna looked up at the woman speaking to her, she hadn't seen this one before. Her eyes darted around as she continued to sob, he was gone. The thought made her cry harder, great, heaving sobs shaking her entire body. She flinched when the woman sat down. "Anna, I am going to tell you a story, is that okay?" Moni asked, shuffling a little bit closer as Anna's eyes continued to search the small cubical. She smiled a gentle smile when the woman nodded. "Once, a brave originals wolf called Damon fell in love with a mixed blood fairy called Clary. The authority didn't want them to be together, but they knew that they couldn't live without each other, so they fought the authority. They fough
1 week later... Clary woke with a lurch, her mouth filling with saliva as her stomach rolled. She slapped a hand over his mouth, searching desperately for something to be sick into, completely forgetting she was a fairy in the process. She stumbled from the bed, leaving Damon asleep as she ran to the bathroom, almost making it the entire way before her stomach decided it wanted to be empty. She clicked her fingers, producing a bucket just in time. Damon shot straight up in bed when the sounds of his Omega being sick woke him, falling out of bed and slamming into the floor in his confusion. He looked around, trying to find the source of the sound that had pulled him from his sleep, wondering why he was on the floor before the sounds of retching hit him again. He crawled to the foot of the bed and looked around to see his naked mate heaving into a bucket. The sight stole his breath and pushed him forward at the same time, did this mean... was it...? Clary slumped down onto her ass, wi
"Hands off, Omega," Damon said, bringing his hand down on the other ass cheek, the one that wasn't reddening slightly. He rubbed a soothing circle into the mark his hand had made, as she is sending a little spark of magic into her skin to soothe it. "Do you like it when your Alpha fucks and spanks you?" he asked as he withdrew his hips slowly, letting Damon get used to the movement. "Fuck yeah" Clary muttered, moaning loudly when her mate pushed back into her. She gripped the footboard harder, her knuckles turning white, and pushed back, needing the friction on her prostate. "Do it again" she moaned. Damon started up a steady rhythm of thrusts and slaps, as Clary again pushing a little magic out through her hand to soothe her after each slap. The combination of his dick sinking into his Omega's tight, warm hole and the beautiful red blush on each cheek was breathtaking, who knew he was into it? He gripped his mates' hips when his own pleasure picked up, his heart racing from the sens
Adira almost poured her coffee over herself when the portal opened up into her living room. She jumped up just as her sister lurched out of it, clutching her hand over her mouth and bolting out into the hallway. "Damon...?" she asked when she saw him frowning after her with a concerned look on his face before she heard the sounds of retching coming from down the hallway. "Is she okay... DAMON!" she yelped as she listened to the loud noises coming from down the hallway, Damon darting after her sister. "Are you okay, love?" Damon asked when he reached the bathroom. He darted forward, rubbing circles into his mates back as she puked again. "Please, no more of those anchovy omelets," he begged when Clary sank back, wiping her mouth. "It wasn't the omelets, it was the portal" Clary muttered, smiling gratefully when her mate grabbed the mouthwash off the shelf and handed it to her. "I felt my stomach go when I walked through it, and that omelets were delicious!" she said, looking up at her
1 week later... "Are you ready for this?" Clary asked, perching on Damon desk as she gathered the files, she saw the determined look on her mate's face, the determination to take no shit from the mixed blood they were meeting with. "Remember, stay calm and don't try to rip the arms from anyone that tries to shake hands with me" she said with a chuckle. "I know, I know, I'll try my best, but Jace had best not try anything. I haven't forgotten the last time" Damon said, giving his mate a quick kiss on the lips and one on the stomach, his face softening for a moment as he lingered. "I swear, if he tries that again, others representative or not, daddy will be fucking end him, won't he sweet pea?" he asked with a grin. "Language! Just remember, you are representing the authority," Clary said with a chuckle, pulling Damon from the room and closing the door of her own office, across the hall from Damon. She pulled her mate down the corridor to the meeting room. "We are trying for peace if
"That is the reason for statement two, Mell," Damon said, narrowing his eyes at the vampire. "That is not a written invitation to feed on human, it may say, with the intent to kill them but it doesn't mean you can go around feeding on them. It is an originals job to protect the mixed blood, we cannot budge on this one" he said. "And if a human gives us permission?" Mell asked, schooling his expression. "That is up to them, but they must give their consent, without any outside influences," Damon said, seeing right through the clan leader. "They may not be incanto'd into giving permission. That is definitely something that will land a vampire before the council" he said. "And are we to burn our people, as the authority does?" Jace asked. "Are we to set our own people on fire? You do know how barbaric that is, don't you? My Queen will not accept that kind of punishment" he said. "It should be up to us to decide on punishments," May said, shuddering at the thought of setting someone on
Jordon turned the letter over, expecting something on the back but that was it, that was all the explanation given. "What does he mean our owl?" Jordon asked, his eyes flitting to the two owls perched on the coffee table, bored of the cake and preening their feathers with the odd shriek. "The Jenny woman said that too. Do you think they expect us to send a reply back with them?" he asked, pointing at the owls with a furrowed brow. "Why not just send a message?" he muttered."Maybe they don't have messages there?" Lethabo asked he took the remains of the letter from Jordon hand, inspecting the last page. "This an extensive list. We use a lot of these things ourselves but the wand is new and I've never heard of these books or the Authors," he said, looking up and seeing the confused looks on Sebestian and Dell faces. He read the rest of the letter outLUNA LAND SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRYPARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST-YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS"Broomsticks? As
"I don't know, but look at the addresses on the front," Damon said, staring down at the letters that were addressed to their kids. He looked up when Moni and David joined them, showing them the envelopes, they held, the same address on the front of the letters but addressed to their own children.Clary looked at the letter in her hand, the letter addressed to her son;Mr C.,The living room,Vale cottage,The plains of Mainland,Second dimension"Second dimension?" Clary asked, glancing at the other envelopes, all of them had the same address on them but Walker, Hennessey, Daniel, Amara and Josney were named as the addressees."Should we... should we open them?" Moni asked as she stared down at the envelope she held in her hand, addressed to Miss A. She looked at her mate, seeing the conflict on his face, the same look on Damon and Clary. None of them was in the habit of opening someone else's mail but they weren't exactly thrilled with the idea of letting their kids' open letters tha
Clary smiled down at Amara and Josney when they dutifully took up positions on either side of Hennessey, all three of them keeping their rowdy siblings away from him."Enough, you scoundrels" Damon shouted when he collapsed to the floor, almost squashing his son's when they finally managed to topple him over. He groaned, the breath being knocked out of him when all 5 of the kids piled on top of him, glaring around at his family, all happy to watch him succumb to the children. He groaned when they all just laughed at him."Submit!" Walker crowed as he got his dad in a headlock, high fiving his brother when Cai pinned his legs to the floor. "Submit, dad, and we will let you go," he said, laughing when Daniel and Oscar pinned his arms to the floor and Victoria sat on his back."Never!" Damon growled, bucking the children off of him with the help of his strength. He had learned to activate his wings it a long time ago before he spent any time with the children. He picked them up, one by o
"What did we say about portals?" Damon said, handing Oscar back to Jordon so he could give his kids the dad stare. "2 weeks. Don't even think about it!" he said when he saw all three of them starting to protest."But Dad! That's not fair, you weren't even there! Mom, tell him" Walker begged his dad, staring beseechingly into his dark grey eyes. They hadn't gotten hurt! 2 weeks was so unfair. "It wasn't that bad. Please?" he asked, tugging at his mother's jeans and fluttering his eyelashes."3 weeks, your uncle Jordon already set the punishment, you get another week for answering your dad back," Clary said, folding her arms and standing shoulder to shoulder with her husband. They had learned to present a united front years ago, their kids were sneaky, going to the other when one of them punished them or said no to something."That's not fair, he's not in charge of us" Hennessey cried, pointing at her uncle Jordon. "He doesn't get to decide the punishments!" she said, trying the eyelash
"That is my favorite sound" Damon whispered in Clary ear as she cried the last of her release out. He let his mate's head fall back to his shoulder when he sucked in deep breaths, twitching through the aftershocks of her orgasm. He smiled when Clary buried his nose in his scent glands, trailing his fingers up and down the smooth skin of Clary spine. Two days of constant fucking had taken it out of both of them. Only being able to catch an hour or two of sleep between bouts of hard, breathtaking fucking and toe-curlingly slow lovemaking sessions were starting to tell on them, not that he was complaining. "I love you, Clary," he said, a small thrill running through him at the sound of it."I love you more, Damon" Clary said, chuckling into her Alpha's neck, Damon loved nothing more than that's. She loved it just as much, she loved meeting new people so she could introduce herself as Damon wife, even after 10 years of marriage, just saying it sent a shiver down her spine. "You know tomor
10 years later..."Can you... believe we're... doing this again... fuuuuck... so soon?" Damon growled, punctuating each word with a thrust. He pressed his lips to Clary knee where it was resting over his arm, letting his teeth graze over her skin. He gripped his mate's hips harder when he heard the long-drawn-out moan Clary let out, tilting them higher off the bed before slamming back into her slick soaked ass."It was your idea, fuck, Damon!" Clary cried as her Alpha's cock grazed her prostate with the perfectly angled thrust of her hips. She gripped the bars of the headboard harder, her knuckle turning whiter by the second as her mate fucked into her. She groaned, throwing her sweaty leg over Damon shoulder when he continued to trail of kisses up her shin. "Fuck me harder, Damon, I need your knot" she whispered breathlessly."Luna, I've missed your heat, love," Damon said, leaning forward and slamming his cock into his Omega. He grinned into it when Clary dragged him down by the nec
Clary moaned when she felt some of Damon come dribble out of her ass, taking note of the spreading wet patch on the inside of her as she did her belt and button up. "What have you done to me, Damon?" she said innocently as she smoothed her coat down, silently thanking the mother of all gods for the length of it."Were you fuck! Don't think I didn't listen to every story Adom has regaled me with over the last year" Damon said with a grin. One of Adom's favorite pastimes was telling Damon all about the extracurricular activities they all used to participate in during the 1800s. He laughed when he pressed himself to the back of Clary body, a small moan escaping Clary throat as he rubbed his pelvis against her ass. He knew the wet patch in his wife would be pressed against her skin. "You will feel that every time you sit down" he whispered triumphantly, the thought of it making his stomach clench."Come on, I'm starving you pervert. Can I at least clean the rest of us up? We are about to
"I don't know what you're talking about," Clary said innocently, laughing at the way Damon adjusted his cock in his pants. The flush on his cheeks was beautiful. She only grinned wider when Damon glared at her as he pulled her down an alleyway between two houses. "I was only trying to get comfortable," she said."Comfortable my ass. You know exactly what I'm talking about, you did it on purpose" Damon growled, his mate hadn't been getting comfortable, he had been grinding down on his cock, in front of their friends! He pulled Clary around another corner and pressed her against the wall, crowding her with his body as he pressed every inch of himself against her. He hooked a hand around the back of Clary neck, pulling her down into a tooth clashing kiss that set his blood on fire. He invaded his wife's mouth with a ferocity that left Clary with no doubt as to what was about to happen, if his hard dick digging into Clary hip didn't convey it, his tongue certainly did.Clary submitted imm
"I think it's best if we just work through them table by table, then nobody can complain that we didn't visit with them" Damon whispered to Clary, pulling her towards the first table with a political smile on his face that he forced to reach his eyes, he would much rather be talking to their friends and family, the people that were there for them as opposed to their alliance.They made their way slowly through the square, greeting the acquaintances of either man, chatting for as little amount of time as was politely possible to those that they didn't like or know very well. They happily spent a little more time with those that they did know and like, like Anna and Roge, who had taken a couple of days off from travelling the world to attend the wedding. They explained that they would start a family once they were finished exploring the word, happy for it to be just them for a little while longer. Or Chris and Steven, cradling their blonde-haired, blue-eyed newborn daughter, Seraphine.