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Daeva Of Desire

Peri and Daryush

December 8th, 2009

Peri held tightly onto one of the cell walls, back in the Siberian compound for the Ahriman. She wanted Daryush and he wanted her. She knew after this rough love making session they would have to talk. She knew part of his plan was to use human weapons against the Daeva. What she had not known was that he would use the weapons to rescue her.

She gazed deeply into his reddish blue eyes. She watched him lick his lips as if he would devour her. She leapt forward to drape herself into his body. She kissed him with animal passion. She ran her hand over his bared chest. She needed him. He needed her. Their relationship had its passion.

They made love on the cold concrete flood. Exhausted both held onto each other.

Peri was the first one to speak after a few moments. “Do you think the Daeva will be merciful to Irti?”

“No, I testified.” He kissed his lover on the forehead. “This is not your concern love. She decided to rescue a human. She decided to kill one of our trusted women. She has been our enemy for centuries.”

Peri snuggled closer to him. “You are correct. But don’t you think since she served the Daeva so faithfully.”

“No.” He firmly said.

She knew that he was ending the conversation but she did not want to so Peri pressed her point forward. “Irti has a good history of loyalty to the Daeva. Look at what she did when she found out who you were. Yes, she stayed with you for a while but. . .”

He kissed Peri on the forehead. “If I did not loose Irti we would not have had the opportunity to become lovers.” He stated that fact more than just this time in the past.

Peri got up off the floor and out of his arms. She stood in her naked glory in front of the prone male. She stretched. “I think you still have a thing for her.”

He jumped up onto his feet and pulled Peri to him. “If you think that, you are a fool.” He pressed his lips possessively to hers. She melted into his embrace once again.

After some heavy petting both were back on the cold cement floor. Peri had been curious about the male that Irti rescued. She knew who he was but her fear that Daryush would know haunted her. The man was her son, Jarrett. She had on the way back to Siberia pressed Daryush about the male Irti had rescued but he did not tell her anything. She once again pressed the issue. “Do you know the human or his origins?”

“No.” Daryush said with a little bit of impatience in his voice. “If I did not know better, I’d think you were pushing me for information because you liked the man.”

She giggled more to herself than at his comment. “That my dear is funny. Your jealousy.”

He got up onto his knees to look directly at her. “I am not jealous.”

Peri got up off the floor. She stood once again naked before him but she was not enticing him like last time. “I need to wash up. And next times we make love make sure there is a more comfortable location. The cement floor is not good for my back.”

Daryush looked at her in disbelief. “You have never complained before.”

“I guess I am getting old.” Peri said.

She flounced off, her wings drug on the floor leaving a path behind her in the dust.

Daryush sat there on his knees for a while pondering what had just happened.

She was a mystery to him still. That is what he liked about her the most. But something distressed him. He knew it was her interest in the human. She never before had such concern in her voice for the man.

Daryush did not tell her that Irti was banished. He also knew Irti had nowhere to go in the human world. He did not offer her a place to stay at the compound. He did that only because he felt that having another woman he was sexually attracted to in the compound would cause friction.

The man, the red headed freckled man, she brought over the portal to the Daeva world. He was a curiosity to Daryush. Irti would not have done that in the past. Maybe it was too much to think that he had influenced her more than he thought.

He got up from his knees. He decided that he would visit Irti in the human world. Maybe he could formulate a plan that could benefit that Ahriman, by using this new compassion that Irti had proven she felt.

He walked from the room following the trail in the dust on the floor. He stalked Peri. His lust reignited because ideas of the next attack on the Daeva were now running through his head.

His revenge was finally in his reach and Irti, god love her, gave that to him.

Deed is done

November 4th, 2009

“Irti, please, you have to get up and dress. It’s time for you to come home with me.” Jarrett said gently.

She looked up for the first time, her green eyes filled with tears. She did not say a word as Jarrett helped her fasten the bra behind her back. He placed the blouse on her shoulders, indicating that she needed to place her arms through the armholes. She did. He buttoned her blouse up.

Jarrett did not help her with the jeans and panties. He knew she could dress herself, she stood putting the panties on and she slipped the jeans up her legs. The only time he helped was with the zipper and button.

She asked one question, “Could I go home and gather some of my things?”

Grif looked at her, “Yes, guards.”


Losing Self

October 27th, 2009

She felt the hollow bones that constructed the shape of her wings and gave them form gently recede into her back. Then she felt nothing, just lighter, she felt like swooning. She wavered where she was standing then fell into the pile of feathers at her feet.

Jarrett felt his bonds being untied. He instinctively ran to her. He gathered her defeated frame up into his arms to give her comfort. She did not push him away, which he was grateful. “She needs some clothing.” He said as he held her with his head on hers. He did not even know if his plea had been heard.

The murmuring dissipated, not that the two individuals in the middle of the chamber noticed. A hand was placed on Jarrett’s shoulder, “Here.” It was Grif; Jarrett looked up and only let one arm come around Irti to accept the human clothing. A blouse, bra, panties and jeans were given to Jarrett.

Starting Wing Removal

October 16th, 2009

Both left the dungeon for the last time. Irti’s shoulder slumped in defeat as once again she was presented before the council. She saw Jarrett being taken to the side of the council table, he was seated and his hands tied behind his back. Irti then just stood in the center of the rubble filled room waiting for her fate, to loose her wings, to be carried out. She stood there regally and she gaffed at being told she needed to remover her garments but she complied.

She slowly felt the blush creep up her skin as she removed the tie that held her halter-top to her dress at the nape of her neck. It fell uncovering her unbound perky breasts. She held it at her stomach and asked, “Is that all that needs to be removed?”

“No,” The older woman said, “You have to be nude for the procedure,” the older woman look remorseful.

Irti let go of the halter-top to untie her girdle that kept the skirt in place. She dropped the top and the girdle to the floor holding up the skirt which had the undergarments sewn into it. She finally dropped the garment to the floor. Standing there completely naked in front of the entire council humbled her.

The three women stood in a circle around Irti. They started chanting. Irti smelled a light vanilla smell drift in front of her. She tried to focus on a point and not look at anybody around her, when her eyes clamped on Jarrett’s. She felt she could draw strength from him. Maybe it would not be so bad to become human? This was a crazy thought.

Her mind drifted, but then came into focus when the chanting stopped. She felt as if nothing had happened.

Grif stood up from his council chair at the center of the table. “It is done.”

The three women walked to stand before the council. They bowed. Then left the room.

Once again, Irti realized that she stood in front of the council completely naked. She took both hands to cover her lower region and her breasts for some modesty. The movement made her fell for the first time the large feathers that she used for steering fall to the ground. Tears started welling in her eyes as she looked down. Another moment went by and another group of feathers fell to the floor. Then another and another group of feathers fell making her back feel lighter.

Trail was over

October 14th, 2009

Trail was over. She sat there not saying one word to Jarrett. She wallowed in her own thoughts. How did she get here? She just started back to work after the injury to her wing. She looked over a Jarrett a few times. Who was he? Was the council correct that his life was worth taking? Was the human correct, Jarrett, which the Daeva in fact had been interfering as much as the Ahriman the Daeva was fighting.

Grif interrupted her thoughts, he held a piece of velum in his hands and started reading it out loud when she had made eye contact with him, “It is decided by the council that Irti is guilty of interference, she is banished for the rest of her life from our realm. Her wings will be removed so she can adapt better to her banishment in the human world.” He stopped reading, lowering the velum. “I’m sorry Irti.”

“What are you sorry for?” She spoke defensively but the pain in her voice had been unmistakable.

Grif cleared his throat uncomfortably, “I won’t tell you that you weren’t made an example of, but you know you were.” He had the door opened for him and he entered her small cell. “You will adjust.” He bent down hugging her, “I tried to get them to understand this is a one time occurrence, and it would not happen again.”

Irti hugged him back then let go “I know, when will my sentence be carried out?”

“In an hour, they still need to research the best and most painless way to remove your wings. You are to be human.” Grif audibly was upset.

Jarrett spoke for the first time in a while, both Daeva turned their heads to listen, “I think your system is antiquated and needs to be revamped. If you want to protect humans, as you say of course.” He shrugged, “Maybe it’s a good thing that you are sending Irti to the human world she could learn about our modern way of life.”

Irti snapped at him, “What is it to you, I am losing my home. My people, my loves, how could you find a positive in all of this? I don’t know where I am going to live, or what occupation I am qualified for in your world.”

“You could stay with me.” Jarrett offered, he held his breath but did not realize it until she answered him.

“Okay,” She said tentatively with little butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She liked his offer but did not want to admit that, “I will.”

Jarrett let go of the breath he had been holding. “You will?” His voice cracked.

“Well, where else would she go?” Grif answered him.

Three female older Daeva walked into the cell, “Grif, it’s time to carry out her sentence.” The one older female Daeva said.

Irti gasped with understanding and shock. Grif had said that it would only take an hour she did not realize that an hour had passed. The three women waited for Grif to leave the cell, then two of the women entered. Irti got up from where she had been sitting. The third women opened Jarrett’s cell, “You will be coming with us.”

Sentencing

October 12th, 2009

“Human,” A Daeva dressed in blue started speaking, “Do you think your life is important, or are you replaceable?”

“I don’t understand the question, my answer to what I do understand is yes, and I think my life is important.”

The Daeva corrected himself, “I mean do you have a wife and children that depend on you?”

“What does that have to do with my life being important?” Jarrett asked.

Grif stepped in, “Jarrett, I think my colleague is trying to determine that Irti’s actions of saving your life were worth having her violate our law. We do not know if you were supposed to die or live when the battle had been occurring around you. Sometimes during our conflict with the Ahriman’s there are human casualties.”

Jarrett spoke up clearly with a touch of his accounting background in his voice, “You are saying that you don’t know if my life was worth saving? That many other individuals have died during this war of yours, and you do not know if those lives were significant. It seems to me that your war makes little sense. You are trying to stop a group from interfering with human history when you, and your people are saying a few human casualties are acceptable but you don’t know if those lives lost were significant. Such contradiction is unacceptable in my opinion.”

“You were not asked for your opinion.” Grif stated. “We honestly have not thought about that part of the war, until Irti brought you here.”

“In human wars, not only do the military factions have large losses to life but civilians, such as woman and children are also sacrificed.” Jarrett gave this history, and then he made his point, “The two sides of the war accept that part of human interaction. But we have thought about that, so if you are out to protect humans I should think human casualties would be factored into your thinking.”

The Daeva who originally asked the question of if Jarrett thought his life was significant spoke up, “I with draw my question. And I propose that we vote on the fate of Irti. I think we have heard enough testimony.”

Irti gaffed, “I have not given testimony yet. Do I not get a chance to defend myself?”

Grif took control of the situation. “Your testimony would not sway the vote, Irti. The evidence that you knowingly mated with an Ahriman and your sympathy for the human male are your testimony.”

She shifted on the balls of her feet, looking at each and every Daeva on the council. “Your minds are made up?”

None spoke. She knew her fate had been sealed the moment she had stepped foot into the debris of the council chamber. Her shoulder’s slumped in defeat. “Why the testimony in front of myself and the human?”

Grif spoke giving his opinion, “I was the one who wanted you to hear the evidence against you. It was only fair Irti; you have served the Daeva for a long time. Your service has been taken into our votes.” He looked up; Irti felt hand grip her upper arms. “Take them both back down to their cells.” He stopped speaking; Irti gave him one last pleading look. That man was the only father figure she knew and maybe he would help her in the most desperate time of her need. He looked away, as she was pulled toward the stairwell that leads to the castle dungeon.

Questions

October 9th, 2009

One council member dressed in blue of the clergy asked, “What is you recollection of how she reacted when she did find out you were still organizing ways of interrupting human history?”

“As I stated, she left me.” Daryush said plainly.

Grif stood up, “You can go freely, please uphold the terms of our deal.”

“Grif how did you know of our relationship?” Irti asked with a slight excitement to her voice. She listened to the testimony with disbelief and tried to answer that question herself with no logical answer.

Grif sat back down and answered her, “We did not know until yesterday. Daryush contacted myself privately to tell me of your affair. I decided to have him testify.” Pausing he took a cloth from on the table to wipe his nose. “I think it is time for the human to testify on how he came here.”

Jarrett stepped forward standing in the middle of a rubble pile off to the right side of Irti. He waited for the first question. When none came he looked at each individual sitting in a row. He waited staring from one Daeva to the next.

One finally prompted, “How did you come to our world?”

Jarrett rolled his eyes to the ceiling, “Well, I was helping this lady fight some very nasty white winged Ahriman is what you call then?”

Grif nodded his head, “Yes, Ahriman.”

Jarrett continued, “It was two on one, not fair odds in my opinion so I grabbed the closest thing that I could use as a weapon, then I help Irti. She pushed me in the portal after I was injured.” He pointed to the rip in his shirt above his elbow. “She saved my life.”

Grif turned to Irti, “Was that you motive saving this man’s life?”

“Yes,” She answered.

Trial Begins

October 8th, 2009

She stood there a bit shocked by that answer, she had no intention of harming Jarrett and she spoke out about that. “How would the human get harmed, I was not about to drop him. All I was doing was taking him back to my home to dress a wound. He had . . .”

“Your testimony will be heard later, Irti.” Grif paused, “Call in the next witness.”

Once again Irti stood there a bit shocked. Daryush, the leader of the Ahriman, came out from behind her. She spoke out loud not heeding the warning Grif had just given her. “What are you doing here?”

Daryush answered her, “I am here testifying about our former relationship.”

Irti stared at him for a moment then address the council, “I’m guessing you are giving this criminal amnesty to testify. Or have you forgotten two days ago the man has the responsibility of the damage of this very castle.”

The murmuring of the council after her comment told her volumes. She knew that what she had just spoken was true. How should she cope with this set back? She could again do nothing but stand there and take the consequences of her actions.

The council started asking questions on how they met, how long they were a couple and why there had been no marriage. Daryush answered, and slightly exaggerated his answers. Then the council went into her lack of reporting on Daryush during the time period of their relationship.

“I do not know of that.” Daryush answered.

Trail

October 7th, 2009

Being drug from the cells below the main chamber of the castle, Irti saw how everything had changed. Rubble scatted the floor as a cluttered mess. The tables that once circled now were lined up in a straight line. The council members still looked immaculate with their different colored robes. Grif sat in the middle of the tables. Jarrett and Irti were forced in the middle of this waiting for the main council member to speak.

“Irti, things have changed as you can see and many of my brethren blame your dismissal of our main rule, no law to be the cause of the Ahriman’s boldness two days ago.” Grif spoke loudly. Irti heard applause come from the hole on the side of the wall. She then realized that there was an audience the entire city was there to watch her trial. Grif spoke once again. “You will have do process, but I am afraid it will not go well for you.”

Once again applause sounded behind Irti and Jarrett. Grif spoke for the last time, “Irti if found guilty your penalty will be brought out. It was decided yesterday with much debate that you would not died for your offence. You will be banished and your wings will be removed. Do you have anything to say before we begin?”

“I would ask for the human to be sent home. Everybody can see he has been here. There is no need to keep him for evidence against me.” Irti pleaded with the council.

“When this is over he will be.” Grif said then sat on his bench.

In despair Irti felt her pulse start to race. She had faced the unknown many times. This unknown was her future. The first witness that stepped forward. It was the guard that spoke to her about going straight to the council with Jarrett. He spoke long and clearly about what he witnessed, the he entertained some questions on why he did not force her to come to the council chamber that night. His answer was plain, “I thought the human might get harmed.”

Staring

October 5th, 2009

Jarrett stood staring at Irti. She walked over to his cell as the combat sounds faded with the end of the battle. She simply reached out palming his curved fingers on the bar. “Thank you for staying, but I don’t need you.”

Jarrett stared at her with intensity, all he spoke was, “You do, you just don’t know why yet.” He knew what he said was true, he knew this woman would be his and soon.