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Olina Friedra Wayland
A lover of the astronomical and everything sapphic, Olina creates in depth world—of industrial and arcanical sophistication—filled with vulgar forbidden romance. Her heart does not beat without writing stories of impossible love between diverse characters.
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The Dragon Maidens | Harvest of the Dragon Saints
The Ditilavs
The Bounty of the Sword Cult Bonus Stories
Via's Revolution
I will torture Igreph within the limits of Aleti's request to keep him alive. I will break his hollow bones, open his flesh, and drown him until just before he chokes.Aleti's lips are not his to try and kiss like he owns them. I do."Revolutionary! Halt it!" Soldiers step into my way.The wandering people have left me room, but they watch with curiosity. curiosity is the start of fascination, which can become fanaticism if kindled."I'm no revolutionary." I've only burnt my trail to reach him. "But step forward. Fight. Me. Like. One. Bear those swords in your souls."The soldiers—merchant guard, I assume—hold their rifles up with faltering grips.One death to pistol, one to rapier; two souls that are both mine to use as I please.People are watching. They've become fascinated with the dead. They whisper revolutionary hopes, and while I do not care for their dreams, I could use servitude."Look upon me and see, the Sword Cult's wisdom!" I step on the back of a corpse for extra height and project to the crowds. "Death is not the end of a soul! The imprint of life is not forgotten on the world! All that has died has lingered."Fascination, but not belief. They do not believe in the truths of the Sword Cult—But maybe I could show them? Teach them how I was taught.I slip my rifle off my back and hold it up. "All weapons, all swords, all guns, they're all forged with the same material! They're all made of souls! Only the memory of death has the power to kill!"Piercings hold my heart and protect me, let this work. I've never had to do all of this on my own in the cult, but I wasn't first sister either back then. Not a vampire, certainly. It's my duty, the obligation infected into my blood, that I do this.I cut myself on the amulet, pouring out my blood over the rifle. "Forgive me for the waste of your blood, Aleti. I love you, and I'll never takes these gifts lightly."The souls, though, I do take lightly."My soul is a pistol, a rapier, a spear, a cannon, and yours is mine. Yours is only ever going to be mine," I whisper. The voices turn to awe as black marks crawl over the rifle. I lift it higher for them all to see. "Do not resist the truth of the Sword Cult! All who train can sharpen their souls into weapons!"Most resist conversion, but the brave step forward; they want to touch upon the truth. These stolen rifles look good in their hands.They do not get much of my faith as I leave. But I can feel the rush of their potential. They can be so much.The Sword Cult can be so much, with Aleti at my side.
Flags over Collina
Streaks of amber lights leave heavy glows, harsh against the sky. Only one star dares shine over it all.With the apprentices at the university looting the manor and laying handwoven flags over the burning rubble, time has come for Taprin to follow that star out to sea.She had her clever ideas: burn Aleti in front of Master Igreph, then demand her to take both of them out of Collina. But the witch’s pet made a scene, and now the way out is even easier than she thought.Taprin loosens the hitch tying Igreph’s favorite little ship to the dock’s piling. Removal from here isn’t as easy as coasting away, of course, but she has tribute wrapped in flags for the commandeered ships blocking the seaway.The ring Igreph meant for Aleti.The knife Igreph would incise into Aleti.The golden chain Igreph would use to bind Aleti.The codified manuscript of spells written by Igreph to fix Aleti.The robes meant for Igreph’s son that would one day belong to Aleti.And not one thing for her, Taprin.Igreph’s poor excuse of a body refused to even provide her a child—but he would’ve loved the child all the same because it in some small way came from his precious pet project, Aleti, the ungrateful whore.Taprin swallows her grief, knowing that at least the child’s true father, a fellow unappreciated apprentice, is now bound to follow her out into the world. They rehearse their bribes inside the cabin, their sorried excuses.With the cable slipped off and her lung starting to lightly tickle from the smoke, Taprin turns and bows goodbye to her home.Never a moment was it worth anything.
The Valphenir's Wedding
I'll never stop thinking about her. It's my hope, at least.But, when Aleti is my perfect woman, then who is she? Another perfect woman?Yeah, that sounds right.Aleti is the perfect woman of this current moment, the one we'll fight to keep alive. Helet will always be the perfect woman of when I wasn't an opium plague ridden vampire.Some of the people we pass by yell out celebration and praise. It brings me back to the moment. A city is staring at us, the happy couple. The wedded heroes who killed their doge.I know that much of the staring is especially directed at Aleti. My eyes alone were gifted the initial display of her new form, but soon, our friends will be included as well.I drop my head against her arm. "Do you still have to sleep?"She sways me in her arms as she thinks. "I don't know. But if any woman could tire me out, it's you.""Tire you out? I've made you energetic." I kick my legs out in a comfortable lounge. "You've managed to carry me for the last twenty minutes.""The Darkness Between Stars blesses me with its universal entropy this night. Not intentionally, of course, but you understand.""I don't. You should lean into my ear and whisper what you mean until we get there…"In moments like these, her relaxing voice lulling me, I'm glad I can't sleep. I won't miss a single heartfelt moment of her love to the burning memory of a fading night.**The string lights are especially dense tonight. According to Aleti, they're a disability aid to make the night easier for me—and apparently something Trephi had begged for for years.I find it cuter to interpret as a gift, special for me.Aleti drags me to beneath the windows of the commissary, teaming with music and dance. "How should we be introduced?" she whispers conspiratorially.I lean against the wall and focus on the feeling of heartbeats, some fifty to a hundred people wait for us. "Can you access the Disk and make your fog breath appear as…. like—fog?"She holds out her hand like a cup, pours on some water from a flask, closes her eyes, and focuses until a pink mist with glowing motes evaporates from the puddle. "It seems I can.""The door to the rest of the ship is open. Summon some of that in there, then teleport us in. We'll get to walk through and really make it look romantic."She swallows a deep breath. "It does sound lovely."I stand by in wait.And wait."Are we going to do it?""We will." She clutches her chest.And some more wait."When?""When I'm steady and not freaking out." Her eyes weakly lower to the floor. "Half of these people thought I was still about to marry Igreph, and I want to prove them wrong… I care about making our love known. I care about this. And, unlike with you, what they think of us actually relates to any mistakes I make."My empathy is suddenly shot with some offence. "What is that supposed to mean?""I love you for the whole of your mind, including the harebrained parts. I could make a fool of myself, and you, my little idiot, would just blush and make an even bigger fool of yourself.""I would not!"She pecks my cheek. "Then what's this color?""I can teleport us both in there—right now—fall over sick, and have that be our introduction if you don't hurry up," I pout.She laughs and cuddles with me. "If you say so, love."There's a pause, gentle whispering, and then we teleport.The air becomes as cold as her skin; my eyesight becomes obscured in pink. My grip on Aleti's hand is my only sense of direction as she pulls me forward.Uh, wedding. I need to lean on her and look affectionate. I don't particularly have to try for that part, but the not looking anything else—like terrified or maybe self-conscious—part is a little taxing."Step forward, you loving fucks!" Jen calls through the fog, bellows of laughter following from soldiers unseen.Aleti giggles and whispers, "I think she's right. Let's face our life together."I tighten my hand around hers and step forward. She nearly falls over to follow—stumbling ahead of me into the cafeteria's gaze.Slowly, it becomes obvious to them that it's not just the mist falling down her, she's gone immaterial. Skin thin as interstellar medium, bones hollow tethers. Almost light enough to float away when I'm not weighing her down.The silent awe is something she reacts well to, eyes glowing like near stars. "I present to you, ader kekdiv and vampire queen of the Sword Cult, Mistress Telvia Valphenir, my wife."They annoy us with their ear piercing cheers. I came here specifically to flirt with Aleti in front of her friends while ignoring the cheering, not to cover my ears as it causes me unsacred pain—though, it would be highly sacred for Aleti to scream my ears off.I'm looking forward to tonight…"They deserve to see your new form showed off, don't they? Would you take me for this dance?" I take a step back to give us room.She pulls me right back into the warmth of her chest. "You just want to touch me in public, don't you?""I would fuck you in public if you let me.""Hm… I'll think about it. But tonight, you're only mine." She tugs my hair proudly lands a kiss on my head and starts a slow circular rhythm with our movement."Fuck her up!" Jen yells."Fuck her!" Trephi adds.Aleti tugs my hair. "I look forward to doing both."I bare my fangs. "I want to see your worst.""You'll get to see it every night and every morning and every afternoon and every single time I get bored."I giggle. "I love you.""I love you too." She spins me like I'm the weightless one. "I'll whisper that to you until I fall asleep.""All these threats, and you haven't even scratched up my skin."She roughly takes my rapier and kicks me to the ground, in front of everyone. "Where, my love, do you want to be penetrated?"I groan and shift my shoulders. "I like these clothes… You can have my hand." I lift it up for her.She grabs it, holds it still, and sinks the point of my rapier through the center of my palm.Somebody may have gasped. Maybe many somebodies. I don't know. I'm kind of lost in the pleasure of this."Now." She forcibly pulls me back up and hisses, "finish this dance.""I wouldn't think about escaping it, patrica."I can taste her anger at how thick these clothes are—she's already desperate for me. Couldn't even survive an hour. Mmm… we'll have so much time available to ourselves without anything to do at night."Praise the Sword Queen!" someone from the crowd yells.Right, public."You have so many admirers. Well earned, I would add.""We do. It's our cult."Aleti turns back to survey the crowd—now occupied by converts with very confusing combinations of faith. "Maybe I'll prepare a speech for our congregation, but how about we just give some quick speeches to those idiots waiting for us.""I submit to your proposal." I bow.Aleti drags me forward, dress and figure scattering behind her, to her apparently preferred table. Maybe the group's favorite. I just know we summoned to that table every single time for weeks and—Fuck me, it's the one where she cut her name into my hand.I'll ask her to make it permanent next time."I guess I'll introduce you to her then." I comb Aleti's hair, making her blush as her friends watch. "Misses Aleti Trinator Valphenir of the Sword Cult, my beautiful consort."Jen snickers into the back of her hand. "Welcome, Via's consort.""Darkness, don't just not react," Levi murmurs. "Look at her! What do you weigh now? Does the wind topple you."Oh yeah, eas—"I assure you that I'm still topping."Keli waxes, "I would hope so. Via's bones would crush you into a delicious crêpe.""Uh—I-I think it's fine. They're more so just squishy." I squish her hand for demonstration."That's fine, but sit down before you tire your misses," Trephi requests.Aleti sighs and relaxes as she sits.Jen circles a finger over her cup. "How can you tire of standing? You look like you weigh an almond.""I'm one heavy almond.""You should have some almonds. The iron makes your blood taste rich." I pull her hand to my mouth, going from kiss to grazing my teeth over her veins.She leans close and only lets me hear her hungry voice. "You can bite me, love."Well… I can't argue with the bride now, can I? I just have to indulge in the pleasures of her blood."Shit," Trephi whispers.Cold blood drips off my teeth, evaporating with a hiss once it hits the table.Levi stares. "I can't handle not knowing. What is this?""Vampirism," Aleti breathes. "My beloved's gift made manifest.""It's awe inducing.""It's just the beauty lining her heart made present on her skin." I kiss her wound better. Wasting the energy of her blood to heal her is not actually a blood positive process, but it allows me the taste of her blood and her the pleasure of entropy."Do you even still call yourself an Asmephraxer?" Trephi asks in an accusatory tone."Of course I am!" Aleti snaps."I can't imagine anyone who looks more like one than you." I squeeze her near transparent skin, stars almost fluttering beneath it.Ekalo smiles. "If vamprisism isn't a threat to your religion, then I'll ask the chefs to stock meat—""No." Aleti sighs. "Rejection of vampirism is technically a cultural trait, not religious. Still, meat makes for a disgusting kitchen feature. Hunt yourself a carcus when we land in Cesmus, if you're so hungry."I lick my fangs. I still want to know if bloody meat satisfies me in any way, but not any more than I want to satisfy myself again and again on this celestially beautiful vampire next to me.As she describes future plots and our life plans to the her curious companions, I just let my eyes glaze over, staring at her.---I fucking have to know.I have to.I cannot live if I don't."Bend over that bed for me." I take off her belts and harness; only I should be carrying anything dangerous.She obeys nicely. I want to see how this woman plans on playing herself up as the dominating ader kekdiv of the Sword Cult.I open up her wool robes and feel over her chest for… there. A very normal knife. "My sweet Sword Cultist, would you be such a dear and forge a soul into this?"She awkwardly pulls her amulet out and prepares to draw blood onto it. "What kind of soul does my patrica hope for?""I want shadows to wrap around every cut I give you." I pull her coat fully off, exposing her skin and underwear. That wetness between her thighs almost makes me suspect that she's tired of this foreplay."I know just the one…"Something tormented deforms the air around the knife, long tendrils begging for an escape that Via won't give."Do you see it?" I pull her crown off and follow with the rest of her garments."Not see, but I'm aware of it. I know what it's doing." She hands me the knife."Good sword." Fuck, I adore how much that makes her skin shiver.I test out the efficacy of my new implement on her back, writing out a small sample of the alphabet. Her squeaks are cute as ever, and I love those creeping dark emanations around her cuts. Other than that, the blade needs sharpening; I can't ruin such a fine canvas with—how would she put it—shitty linework."I'm sorry, but that's all your pain for tonight." I kiss her wounds; blood doesn't appeal to me like it does for her, but there's a sexual thrill to having her on my lips. "I have different plans."Via whines, "boring…""Oh, no, not boring. Not boring at all, I think." I release a dark laugh and settle onto my knees. "I've always needed to do this."My own heartbeat has slowed down, or perhaps has stopped entirely. I didn't realize this before, but it's somehow easier to notice when I'm presented with how loud Via's heartbeat can get.I press my face and lips into the side of her cheek. "What's wrong, love?""N-nothing.""Good…" A kiss, not quite there yet. "With how much you like to share showers with me, I know you've been on top of your hygiene."The shadow of her head tentatively nods."Funny… how I've only ever seen you go into that room when you need me to fuck you in running water." Another kiss, just a bit closer."Blood doesn't quite—digest the same," she whispers."I'd imagine." No shame, no hesitation, I place my lips right on her ass for a kiss.Not boring at all, I'd say.Via's legs go stiff, and I assure her with gentle strokes up her calf. "More sensitive to this than a blade? I've barely touched you.""…Yes."Hm, perfect. The smell of her cunt is driving me mad, and I need to know how mad she'll go if I let my tongue enter.Via was the first time I've had a woman on my lips, but this event doesn't need any shameful extra qualifier or asterisk. This is a true first for me. It's—unique, certainly.Not dirty. No, this vampire's sterile down to her internal organs, like me.I like how it feels inside her, but I pull my tongue out to tease, "you're wobbling the bed, dear.""Bite me.""No biting. Let's take this slow." The re-entrance of my tongue is accompanied by a single finger to keep her pussy occupied."Fuck you," she hisses.Give me a chance to.It's so hard to lick this woman's asshole when everything she does compels me to laugh. She really needs me to shut her up, for both our own good. A couple fingers between her lips will do."Cut me…" she begs so sweetly. "Hit me. Give me any pain, patrica."Voice cut with gasps, I need to hear her buzzed out on pleasure. We can have some pain later."Please—"Lips were not enough; I need to keep a finger circling her clit too.Noises I don't think I've ever heard from my sweet Via erupt, her legs shake, and a strong pressure tightens on my digits inside her.I regrettably pull my tongue out and drop another kiss. "I was hoping to keep this going for longer."She pants, "I c-can't st-stand—I'm gonna lie down. Now."Her whole body's still shaking as I help her legs onto the bed. "I think I'm gonna see how toys fit in you next."She grits her teeth and closes her eyes.I sit on the side and undress. Though I wish to be patient, she really need a skin to skin hug.And then she needs to have me kiss her. Then eat her out again. Then she can try to do the same to me, get rejected.And then beg so feebly that I have to say yes.And then again.And again.For hours until I realize that I, in fact, no longer feel the need to sleep. I wonder what ever the two of us can do with an extra eight hours together…