^^ Riley ^^

--- Sam ---

I smiled as I led my lover into the antechamber of the German Clan Castle near Auschwitz. The Clan Members were filling the room, and several were eyeing my mate now curiously, and my hand tugging her after me.

I giggled and skipped towards the throne. "OOOOOH ÄLTERER BRUUUUDERRR!?!" (Older brother.) I cheered, and the white haired man on the throne sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Hello, Samantha. Who's this?" He asked.

"Bruder Riley, bruder Riley, weißt du was??!?" (Brother Riley, Brother Riley, you know what??!?) I giggled.

"Oh gods above woman, spit it out! You become too immature and childish when you're excited..." He sighed.

I giggled and switched to English. "Meet Freya, my mate!" I pulled her forward and hugged her.

He blinked slowly, looked at her, and sighed. "Hello, Freya. My deepest condolences." He said tiredly, and she laughed.

"No problem. She's not that difficult to handle." Freya shrugged.

He raised a thin white eyebrow. "Then I applaud your skills and fortitude." He said dryly.

I huffed, pouting. "That's not nice, brother!"

He blinked slowly. "Mmhmm. Well, mother is here somewhere, and father as well. Have fun with that. Cat, if you think I'm rude? They're German, tried and true. And old." He shook his head slowly.

I sighed. "Yeah, that'll be interesting."

"Oh come, now, I'm not that rude, am I?" Father grumbled, walking towards us with his wife, my stepmomster. Eew.

"PAPA!" I launched myself into his arms, giggling.

He caught me easily, and kissed my forehead. "What's this about mates, then, hmm? I wasn't asked!" He grumbled again.

"It was rather sudden, papa. I didn't mean to disrespect the family... Ah! English, papa, she's from Brazil." I said, nodding.

He hummed. "Brazil, hmm? But your name is Freya? Metropolitan family, hmm?" He chuckled, eying her sternly.

She walked over and held out a hand to shake. "Nice to meet you, sir." She grinned easily.

He raised an eyebrow, and I gently pushed her hand back to her side. I leaned close to her ear. "He doesn't like people to touch him. Most witches don't." I said softly.

She hummed and looked at him critically. "I see... Well, he'll get over that quickly enough with me." She snatched him into a hug, picking him up, and I snorted in laughter at the look of shock on his face.

She leaned back, setting him on his feet, and I laughed loudly, Riley smirking from the throne.

Then before he could talk, my mother decided to make herself known as she laughed loudly.

She walked over, her large feet making loud noises on the marble, and picked Freya up in a huge hug that fit her massive frame, a mirror of what Freya had done to the smaller man, my father.

"Oh! She's adorable, Ja? Robert, look at this fraulein, she's perfect for meine darling Frau! So cute." She kissed Freya's cheeks loudly, and set her down, turning her attention to me. She picked me up in a giant hug, just like I remembered, and I smiled, leaning into her chest.

"I missed you, Mama." I sighed.

"And me as well, my dearest fraulein. Now, you vill come home with us tonight, Ja? Dean has a delicious soufflé in ze oven!" She laughed, naming her husband.

Freya looked lost, so I smiled and explained. "Dean is Mama's Wife/Husband... Partner. They're actually a vampire, so it's odd for them to eat, but they're a good chef. You'll see what I mean. This is Robert, my papa, Bryn, my mama, and The Family Bitch- I mean, Portia, my step-monster." I introduced my family shortly.

Papa smacked by ear, and sighed. "Enough, I know you don't like one another, but she is my wife."

"I do not recognize satanic partnerships. If she's not a Succubus, I don't know what she is." I hissed at her.

She humphed. "Says you. Mates to a Tiger? Ha! No doubt she's already impregnated you, and you're not married! Who's the bitch now, my dear?" She sniffed.

Freya disappeared from my side, and reappeared in front of the witch. She leaned close and softly whispered, "Mind Your Tongue, little witch... I've killed stronger beings than you..."

Portia shivered and stepped behind papa, who glared at us disapprovingly. "Be polite, and control your mate!" He huffed.

I shrugged. "Ever seen what happens to the handlers who try to put a leash on tigers?" I said simply.

Mother grinned. "I like this one, very protective... Where's your mark, love, can I see? Or is it in a naughty place?" She winked suggestively.

I blushed and showed her my shoulder. "There... Hers is in a bit of a naughty place, I guess... I didn't know witches could mark mates, so I didn't think about where I was biting..." I covered my face.

She laughed raucously. "Oh dear, oh dear, fraulein. I raised you well, hmm? Well, for as long as I had you. Well? Mark, Frau." She looked at Freya.

She grinned and dropped the waistline of her pants and panties all in one movement, scandalize get several women across the room, and showcasing her mark on her left cheek with almost no shame; none, in fact. None, whatsoever.

Mother smiled. "Ooh! I like it, very nice. Now cover your ass, girl, I'm very testy right now..." She winked.

Freya smiled and dressed easily. She hugged me and kissed my mark, and I melted into her arms, clutching her for support. "No fair..." I muttered.

Papa grinned. "Well, then. Now that it's obvious you're real mates, marked and mated, welcome to the Clan, my dear. I don't think you'll have to be branded, so that matter is done. Now for some of Dean's Soufflé!" He cheered.

Freya raised an eyebrow, and I laughed. "Papa and Mama get along well, lover. They were never lovers, mama just wanted children, and so did papa. So, Tadah! Me and Riley." I shrugged.

She nodded. "I see."

Riley stood, and everyone knelt, me pulling Freya down with me. Even if he was my brother, he was the most powerful white witch in the German Clan, and most of the European covens combined, and as such was the clan leader, basically the King.

He smiled. "It seems court is adjourned. I am going to enjoy my family while I have them, I suggest you all do the same." He addressed the gathered witches and vampires. Then he strode off the Dias, and as soon as his foot hit the marble of the main level, I was launching myself into his arms.

He laughed, catching me easily. "Hello, meine fraulein, it is good to see you, Ja? How is America?" He asked.

"It is Fun! I have created many many alcohols to enjoy!" I swirled in a circle, spreading magical sparkles on his clothes just because I could.

He yelled, and growled. "ACH! You know magical sparkles stick!! Mother! Control your daughter!!"

She shrugged. "Meh." She said noncommittally.

I giggled and poked his nose. "Ha! I win!" I skipped off to Freya, and hugged her.

We all walked outside, and I stretched, smacking Freya when she licked her lips, and I slipped into my advanced Volkswagen Beetle.

Riley sighed. "Just because your are proud to be a German, does not mean you must drive this... Gleaming... Piece of... Junk!" He ran out of adjectives, and switched to German.

I smirked. "She can outrace your Austrian knock-off any day!" I shrugged.

He gasped. "You didn't!" He said.

"Ja. It. Is. An. Austrian. Knock. Off." I enunciated every word.

He growled. "I see how it is. Let's see about that!" He sprinted over to his red Magna-Steyr/Toyota partnered creation that I honestly didn't know the name of.

Papa sat in his black towncar, and the Bitch slithered into the passenger seat.

Mama simply sighed at our foolishness and slipped into the car with Riley.

I revved my engine, pushing magic into the engine, knowing he was doing the same. Freya grinned. "You're very competitive with your brother, huh?" She asked.

I nodded, and he drove next to me. He lowered his window, and laughed at me. "Your drivers seat is on the wrong side! Oops!" He called out.

I shrugged. "Your ass has somehow replaced your mouth! Oops!" I retorted, making mama snort. She barely fit in his small car, but she seemed to be enjoying herself.

I revved the engine, making it glow, and he laughed. His eyes turned a deep purple, and his engine changed to match, while mine turned a sky blue.

Freya buckled her seatbelt, eying me with trepidation. "Let's just stay calm-" she started.

I slammed the gas pedal down to the base, and we shot forward, my older brother quickly catching up, but I poured more magic into the engine and wheels, and propelled us forward.

Freya cheered, laughing, and I saw the end of the road, so I honked my horn, then whipped my car so I was backwards, shifting to reverse, and raised my middle finger to my brother as I passed the finish line, three full car lengths ahead of him.

I turned back around, shifting into drive, and slowed down, removing my magic from the engine, and driving at a normal speed.

We pulled up soon to a large house, almost a mansion, and I sighed. "No place like home..." I said, eying the newly refurbished look of the house. Quickly remembering the Fire that'd forced those refurbishes and my flight to America almost 45 years ago, I sighed again.

Freya pulled my chin towards her, and kissed me deeply. She pulled back. "Are you alright?" She asked.

I nodded, smiling at her wanly. "I am now." I whispered, kissing her again.

"Kiss your voman later, dere is food vaiting, Ja!!" Mama opened my car door, and picked me up out of the car easily.

Freya stepped out, closing our doors, and followed me and my mother in, while papa and Riley came in behind us. My neck itched, and I knew the bitch was giving me stink eyes, but she was a white witch, and weak. She couldn't give me so much as a splinter, and she knew it. I would be the leader of this clan if I wanted to be, with no competition.

I saw Dean as we entered the dining room, and giggled. They were wearing an apron and underwear, and nothing else.

They giggled, not turning. "Lover, the food is almost done! And the second course... Is hidden under two layers of cloth..." They said sexily, and turned, then froze. "Oh my god.... Oh my god... OHMIGOD!" They sprinted out of the room, embarrassed, their cheeks a bright and flaming red.

I smiled when they walked back into the room, covering their butt, but dressed this time in jeans and a button up, the apron left behind.

Mama walked over and kissed them, smiling. "I'm sorry, my love, I didn't know you would have a treat prepared for me. You remember my daughter, Samantha? This is her mate, Freya." She led Dean back over to us, and they smiled shyly.

"Sorry about that... I didn't know there would be guests... Please forgive my tasteless display..." They bowed their head, and I smiled.

"Oh, my dear Dean, don't do that, it's so sweet that you still take care of my mama so well." I kissed their cheeks, standing them up.

They blushed again, and Freya grinned. "I agree, it's sweet. I'm told you're a wonderful chef?" She changed the subject suddenly.

Dean relaxed, silently thanking her. "I wouldn't say 'wonderful', but I have had many years to hone my craft, yes." They said, smiling.

Mama picked them up quickly, nibbling their ear playfully. "Don't be modest, lover! Your food is amazing." She laughed and sat down at the table, then stopped, realizing there were only two plates set out, obviously, while there was a large casserole pan with smoked borscht smothered in white cheese and sitting on a bed of potatoes.

Riley disappeared into the kitchen with Dean, and they came back quickly with more plates and drinks. Pints of dark stout were placed next to all the plates quickly.

I smiled and kissed Dean's cheeks again. "It smells amazing, Dean."

Freya sniffed the borscht slowly, confused, and I snickered, stopping Riley from explaining. She took a bite, and her eyes widened. She swallowed slowly. "Wow." She said slowly, and looked at Dean with a completely adoring look in her eyes. "You're my new second favorite person..." She said.

I laughed. "I'd better be the first." I chuckled, stroking her mark.

She narrowed her eyes. "Food first, we can play later."

I blinked slowly. "Meine God... I'm becoming you..."

Mother laughed. "Don't vorry, fraulein, you are perfect ze way you are. Lust is ze pinnacle of love!" She groped Dean unashamedly, and they smacked her hand, blushing.

Dean looked at me. "You're not as bad as your mother, so you've got that going for you." They shrugged.

Papa smiled. "It's adorable... I was worried for you, all alone in America for 45 years, even if that Abigail woman was taking care of you..."

"45 years?" Freya raised an eyebrow, and I covered my face.

"PAPA!!! You can't tell people my age!!!" I exclaimed, heavily embarrassed.

He shrugged. "She's your mate. If she doesn't want you because you're older than her..." He shrugged again.

She sighed. "As if... 45 years... You were alone for all that time..." She pulled me into her lap, and hugged me, nuzzling my neck affectionately.

I smiled and kissed her. "I'm fine. I've lived for almost a century without a mate, my love, I haven't suffered. Not that my life isn't much improved since you came into it. Now let me go so I can eat."

She grumbled and scooted my chair against hers, sitting me in it. I smiled and began eating again as Dean giggled.

Then the Bitch ruined it.

"Well, We shouldn't say 'Alone', should we, Sammy? You've had more than a few people to keep you company..." She said sneakily, and Freya stiffened.

She slowly looked at Portia, and her eyes turned bright forest green the room became awash with her power, and she bared her teeth. "Enough." She snapped, and papa nodded.

"I agree, enough. That was unnecessary, my dear." He said.

Dean hummed, looking at Portia through half-lidded eyes. "I don't like your wife, Robert. Please don't bring her back into my presence, if you can help it. Her rudeness and spite are disturbing the peace in my home." The room filled with a feeling of dread and rage, pointed at Portia, reminding us all that for all Dean's sweetness, they were, indeed, a Vampire.

And Dean did eat people. Specifically annoying women.

Portia shivered, and papa nodded. "Noted, Dean. I'm sorry for her, She's always had a rivalry with my children because she didn't birth them." He sighed.

"Which makes no sense. They're not love-children, you didn't cheat on her." Dean sighed. "So baseless..." Then they stood, and carried their empty plate into the kitchen. Mother followed, sparing a glare at Portia as she followed her partner into the kitchen.

They returned in a few minutes with a steaming cupcake pan, filled with obviously newly baked soufflé, perfectly fluffed, and smelling of a decadent dark chocolate.

They smiled and set the platter in the center of the table. "It may not be German, but neither am I, so it's fine. Have some, dears." They sat down with their own cupcake, eating it daintily.

I smiled and finished my borscht, taking my plate and Freya's into the kitchen.

---

I kissed papa's cheeks, and smiled. "I'll see you again at Christmas, Ja? You'll come see me?" I grinned hopefully.

He smiled. "I will, my dearest daughter. I wonder, does your mate celebrate Christmas? I confess, I know little about Brazil, save for that they are Catholic, and they speak Portuguese... Hm." He hummed, eying her, confused but pleased. He loved puzzles.

I hummed. "You know... I actually don't know." I blinked.

"Know what?" Freya asked.

"Do you celebrate Christmas?" I asked.

She blinked slowly. "No... My family doesn't, nor do most Weir... But I'd never turn down a party." She shrugged.

I smiled. "Good. There, papa. Your answer. And she's most likely not Catholic."

She laughed, chuckling. "Catholicism. Ha."

I raised an eyebrow. "Watch the blasphemy." I said simply.

She shrugged. "I find religion amusing. Sorry."

I smiled. "Hmph. Brat."

"You love me." She laughed, a large hand gripping my ass, making me 'EEP!!'

Riley laughed uproariously, slapping his thigh, and I blushed, smacking her arm and shoulder lightly.

Mama grinned. "Ja. She is perfect."

--- James ---

I stuck close to Alda, deftly avoiding the vampires, witches, and snakes who all seemed to reside in the large mansion we were making our way through, and the party we'd apparently interrupted was also most likely a reason for the massive numbers of people crammed into the mansion.

"It's always like this. We reptiles love a good, warm, crowded Pit, eh?" She said in my ear, raising her voice a little to be heard.

I raised an eyebrow. 'Interesting... Don't know if I like that... I don't like crowded places with humans. Non-shifted people always step on me or trip over me.' I linked her.

She laughed. 'No one would dare, after today.' She said simply.

'Why's that?' I asked.

She stopped in the middle of the massive room, and then simply ROARED, shaking the building.

The music slowly stopped, and she had everyone's attention, and I was hiding behind her, embarrassed as all hell.

She grinned. "Good, now that I've gotten your attention, everyone, meet my mate, James. He's a snake, not a Dragon, but he's an Anaconda/Viper Mixed breed, so he's more than capable of being mine. Say hi, James."

I weakly waved, hiding behind her again.

She chuckled. "Not good enough." She pulled me in front of her, and then held me to her chest.

I sighed and steeled my spine, looking up and meeting everyone's eyes, one by one. "Hello... I'm James Holden." I waved.

She purred and kissed my neck. "His mark is on his inner Thigh, next to his-" my disapproving stare stopped her. "Anyway, So I can't show you it without showing you what is mine, so you'll take my word for it. Mine, however, I'll show freely." She opened her shirt fully, and displayed the fang-marks and black and gold tribal stylized lines depicting an anaconda Ouroboros on her tits.

I blushed and covered her breasts, hissing at everyone looking at her, and she giggled, closing her shirt and buttoning one button, leaving the entirety of her cleavage exposed.

I hissed at her, showing my fangs, and started buttoning her shirt, slapping her hands when she went to stop me. She looked down at me archly, and I hissed again. "Mine." I pouted, and kissed her mark.

She smiled and kissed me. "Yours. Now! That's all I wanted to say, other than that he'll be staying as part of the clan! Continue the revelry!" She cheered.

The music started again, and she pulled me out, but I shifted, and started to slither behind her, loving the heat of the luxurious hardwood flooring.

She chuckled, and allowed me my comfort, following her through what was a literal snake pit, filled with shifted snakes of all kinds.

I was worried about my sheer size, so I nosed my way under the majority of them to avoid crushing any of my littler kinsmen. A small, one foot section of my body weighed almost 100-115 pounds, and 150-175 at my thickest parts, so at 192 feet long when fully uncoiled, (yes I measured), I was... Heavy.

She simply walked across a thin metal latticework that crossed the pit without touching the ground. I climbed out of the pit, and she said: "Shift." So I did.

She pulled me by my hand into an extremely huge room, and I noticed the floor was a giant heating plate, and I moaned in satisfaction, shifting again and rolling my coils around on the hot metal.

She smiled. "You wanted to see me shift... Well, this room is mine. I sleep here." She said, and walked into the center.

I shifted human, and sat down to watch.

She breathed out, and then shimmered, and the room suddenly felt much smaller, as a mountainous silver colored dragon with red eyes suddenly filled most of it. She was around 75 feet long, minus Tail, (with tail she was around 115-120, I'd say) and her wings spanned at Least that much.

I gasped and walked forward, stroking her beautiful scales. I shifted, and proceeded to wrap myself around her, hissing with pleasure at my mates magnificence.

She purred with pleasure, and laid down, as I laid my head on her eyebrow, which was around the same size. I was a very small person for my size, but seeing as anacondas in the wild could get up to 80 feet, I was rather small for an Anaconda Shifter. That's because of the Viper in me. See, anaconda's don't have fangs, and they're constrictors. Vipers have poison, and are smaller.

She smiled and her long tongue reached up and mischievously licked my head. I hissed slightly, and shook her saliva off of me, and snuggled back down, clenching gently. I realized I wasn't strong enough to hurt her, so I moaned with relief and let myself actually constrict, and she tossed her head a little.

'Easy, Baby, I need to breath. Wrap my chest, if you want to squeeze.' She linked me.

I obediently moved my coils behind her forelegs, and in front of her wings, and squeezed comfortably. She sighed in relief. 'You're perfect.' I murmured.

She chuckled. 'I know.'

'Brat...'

'Bitch.'

'... No fair.'