The Vampire's Mail-Order Bride

by Tee, Marian

  The sound of her bare feet padding over the floor had the marquis looking up, and his body clenched with arousal when he saw his pet walking towards him with her gently swaying hips. She was a stunningly sensual sight to behold, sable locks flowing down her back while his dress shirt, which was overly large for her, exposed an ample amount of her breasts and almost the entire length of her long, shapely legs.

  As soon as she was close enough to reach, he yanked her down to him, and she tumbled onto his lap.

  "Milord?"

  Questioning eyes peered up at him. It was clear she was searching for a rational explanation behind his action, and Mihail allowed himself a slight smile. "Bed play," he murmured in explanation, knowing she would want one.

  Rhapsody's confusion cleared. "I see."

  Despite her lovely face remaining utterly blank, he could readily imagine the gears of her mind once again working overtime, with his pet assiduously filing this interaction for future reference.

  Master making me fall for no reason = bed play.

  The thought had the marquis overcome with the urge to laugh, but because he was not the type to do such a thing, he made a show of coughing instead.

  His pet was instantly concerned. "Are you alright, Master?"

  Mother of Hell, but he could easily jack off every time she called him that. Cupping her chin, he wordlessly pulled her close to plunder her mouth, and his pet, an apt pupil, right away wrapped her arms around his neck and eagerly kissed him back.

  It had not been like this right away, of course. When he had woken her earlier, she had actually been stiff, pale, and apprehensive, and drawing from the years he had known her through their letters, he had calmed her down by appealing to that part of her which took her responsibilities seriously. It is a pet's noble duty to overcome her inhibitions, he had told her gravely, and the trick actually worked, with the way her body had visibly relaxed and color once again bloomed in her cheeks. And once she had seen the rightness of it...

  Mother fucking bliss.

  Like now.

  Rhapsody was clutching his shoulders as she pushed her own sweet tongue into his mouth, and the knowledge that she wanted him as much as he did had Mihail's cock going from erect to painfully, desperately engorged in an instant. Knowing that her pussy was still bare under his shirt, he grasped her hips, and as her startled eyes flew to his, he asked her hoarsely, "Are you still sore?"

  She shook her head.

  "Good." He pulled her down and impaled her in an instant.

  "Master!"

  Rhapsody's body arched in surprise even as she felt her inner muscles immediately tighten around her Master's cock like a vise. She was already soaking wet and helplessly under the control of her basest urges . This new position of lovemaking was making her head spin, but it also had her hips moving on its own...almost as if she were riding him!

  The wonder that dawned on his pet's face didn't escape the marquis' notice. "You like this," he rasped.

  "Yes." His pet's voice came out breathless, her eyes lustrous with wanton desire.

  "Tell me how much," he urged.

  "V-Very much—-aah!" Rhapsody couldn't help crying out when the marquis suddenly reached for that pearly bud of flesh hidden under her folds and began to stroke. She lost her balance in her excitement, her body falling against him, and the marquis chuckled, a rich and sinful sound that made her breasts ache and another moan ripple out of her throat.

  "Master, please—-"

  Mihail clasped her hips.

  Rhapsody gasped.

  She was bouncing...on him.

  Like having this big, pulsing stallion between her legs, galloping in and out of her moist walls.

  A keening cry escaped her, but this only had her Master moving faster, his powerful hips surging up to drive his cock deeper into her pussy.

  "I just remembered," the marquis panted. "You were telling me earlier...about something?"

  "I...I..." Rhapsody struggled to keep her wits. "I was only thinking..." She was distracted when the marquis reached inside her shirt - well, his shirt actually - and scoop her breast out. "We are..." The marquis started palming her breast, and she swallowed hard. "Indeed..."

  Bending his head, the marquis took her nipple into his mouth and began sucking.

  "Sexually compatible!" And now Rhapsody, too, was panting.

  Mihail momentarily stopped worshipping her sweet, succulent breast at the words. "You doubted it?"

  "Y-Yes." Rhapsody could barely get the word out, the pleasure of straddling her Master and riding his cock making it difficult to think. Oh, she just couldn't get enough, just couldn't. She just had to...

  Things were beginning to make sense, but when his pet suddenly leaned forward to cup his face and kiss him, her tongue darting inside his mouth to tangle with his—-

  Mother of Hell.

  Mihail's fingers dug deep into her thighs as he kissed her back hungrily.

  His pet moaned, and she started grinding her pussy down harder on his cock.

  The bed underneath them began to rock as he started shoving his manhood inside of her harder and faster. His only thought was to ruin his pet's pussy until she was screaming and writhing, and when the muscles of her pussy began to tighten, he reached down to pinch her clit.

  Rhapsody shattered with a cry of release.

  "Maaaaaaaster!"

  And the sound of it had Mihail hissing against her lips as his cock started jerking and twitching, his thick, burning cum flooding her channels until it was streaming down her legs.

  THE SKIES REMAINED overcast and rain still gently rapping against the glass panes when Rhapsody finally managed to stir, her body still draped over her Master's hard form. She lifted her head and blinked in surprise when her gaze instantly collided with his. It seemed as if he had been gazing at her the whole time, and her brows pleated in concern. "Is everything alright, milord?"

  The marquis didn't answer right away, his fingers instead trailing down her naked back. And despite her mound still feeling a little sore and deliciously overused, his touch didn't fail to stir her senses, and she had to bite her lip to keep herself from whimpering.

  She truly hoped this was normal, and that enjoying her Master's attentions was part and parcel of being an ideal pet. Because if it wasn't, then would that not make her obsessed—-

  "I was thinking about what you said earlier."

  The softly spoken words interrupted her thoughts, and she belatedly noticed the contemplative expression on her Master's too-beautiful face.

  "It had never occurred to me that you would think us incompatible."

  Rhapsody sat up at that, saying in a rush, "I'm so very sorry about that, Master." Remembering her deliberate coldness towards the marquis the past two years now deeply shamed her, and she vowed never to make any hasty assumptions ever again. "At that time, I was truly convinced that you wouldn't be attracted to someone who was Not Normal—-"

  "As it seems to have escaped your notice," Mihail interrupted, "my being half-demon is far from normal either."

  "That is...correct." And Rhapsody's remorse only grew, seeing just how grossly misguided her actions had been. "I promise you, Master. I shall never make the same mistake again," she swore vehemently, "now that I know you are attracted to what's Not Normal."

  While his pet's words made it seem he had a strange fetish, it was also her eccentricity that he found enthralling, and he could only mentally shake his head, resigned to a future where it was quite likely people would start thinking him a pervert. One only had to hear his pet describe him—-

  A sudden, burning sensation gripped his chest, the pain so great it nearly had his heart stop beating. Such instances only occurred when one attempted to communicate through a blood bond, and the marquis knew right away that it could not be Silviu or any of the other men making up the Galeré. That particular connection between them had long been compromised, and so it only left...

  Alexandru.

  Chapter Six

/>   Much had changed since the first time Zari Baltimore came to study at Academie Nu Exista. Unlike her former school, in which she had studied how to be an ideal pet within the walls of an old castle of eerie Gothic beauty, ANEX was instead a sprawling modern complex, and its teachers, rather than holding otherworlders in esteem, strongly eschewed non-human ties of any kind.

  And of the otherworlders, there was nothing ANEX disliked more than demons. Even worse, recent events had only deepened the school's animosity towards the kingdom's most dominant race, and warding spells were now fortified by the hour.

  In the past, the Duke of Brimstone and his Galeré were the only half-demons able to freely enter the premises. It was not the case now, hence the need for Zari to cut through an enormous amount of red tape (as well as enduring countless scowls along the way) before finally gaining permission to meet with the Marquis of Sangre just outside the school.

  The clopping sounds of horse hooves had Zari quickly straightening, and she quickly dropped to a curtsy as soon as the marquis swung off his horse. "Good evening, milord."

  A slight smile briefly softened the marquis' harsh features. "Good evening, Zari."

  Her heart ached at how strongly he resembled his younger brother, and she could only manage a wobbly smile in return. She used to see him as frighteningly intimidating, but now she looked upon him as an older brother she could always trust and depend on. She knew him a little better now, too, enough to sense that the marquis was not yet ready to speak his thoughts.

  And so she simply waited, her gaze politely turned away, while a chilly wind blew around them. The moon was high tonight, and through the silent darkness, she occasionally caught the sound of ghostly whispers coming from the woods where dead nymphs haunted. They were more restless now, those souls trapped in silvery trees, and their territory more dangerous than ever.

  "I felt something a while ago."

  The marquis spoke without warning, his abrupt voice cutting through her musings. It took a second for her to understand what he was truly saying, and when it did, Zari quickly spun around to face him, her heart now drumming frantically against her chest.

  "Is it..." She swallowed hard. "Is it...him?"

  "He is the only other person, aside from the Galeré and Maricha, who can call out to me in such a way." Green eyes so like Alexandru's narrowed at her. "Have you sensed anything?"

  Zari shook her head.

  "You are certain?" he demanded.

  "Yes," Zari whispered painfully.

  Mihail's hopes died with that one word. It did not make sense for Alexandru to reach out to him while ignoring his own pet...and heartkeeper.

  "It can still be him," Zari said unevenly. She was more than aware what was troubling the marquis, but she didn't give a damn. Taking a step towards Mihail, she touched his arm, intending to tell him that she believed with all her heart her Master still lived—-

  A gasp broke out of her.

  Mihail's body turned rigid with tension when he saw Zari shudder and start to sway. He knew right away that a vision of either the past or the future had come to her, and when she gasped anew and turned to him—-

  It was now the eyes of a soul seer staring back at the marquis, and her gaze was full of sorrow.

  Mihail whitened.

  Even if she had yet to speak, he already knew.

  Goddamn knew her vision had been of his pet—-

  "Does someone mean her harm?" he grated out. "Tell me—-"

  "It's not what you think," Zari said sadly. "Danger surrounds her, it is true, but the gravest threat to her, milord...is you. All I saw was that you meant well...but you'll still end up hurting her."

  Chapter Seven

  Rhapsody woke up early the next day and saw the other half of the bed still empty. The marquis had left rather suddenly last night, telling her he had an urgent matter to take care of. Whatever it was, she hoped the matter safely resolved, and Rhapsody said as much as she penned a short letter for her Master before leaving for her rooms.

  Classes would soon start, and she had yet to bathe and break fast. An underground passage allowed Rhapsody to leave the south tower without being seen, and in moments she emerged in the main hall of the students' dormitory.

  Secret muscles ached as she hurried up the stairs; she wondered how long such pain would last and whether her body would always ache every time her Master took her. It was a rather nice ache though, so there really wasn't anything to complain about.

  Rhapsody's thoughts continued to dance around her Master even as she showered, and she was quite embarrassed when she realized how her fingers had unconsciously drifted to the triangle between her legs, its movements mimicking the way the marquis could so skillfully stroke her into having an orgasm.

  Heartkeeping was to be blamed, Rhapsody told herself. If not for being the marquis' heartkeeper, she would not be so wanton...yes?

  On her way to class, she heard other girls talking rather excitedly about the marquis, all of them wondering what chances they had to nab the most eligible vampire in the kingdom. None, of course, Rhapsody thought. The marquis was only attracted to girls who were Not Normal, and unfortunately for the other girls, they were the very definition of normal.

  Monday lessons began with Blood Chemistry in the apothecary, and Rhapsody's friend Peyton was already at their table when she entered the class.

  "You look quite radiant," Peyton remarked suspiciously.

  "Thank you."

  Peyton laughed. "You are so adorable."

  "Thank you," Rhapsody said again.

  Their professor for Blood Chemistry was not overly fond of lectures and instead preferred her students to acquire knowledge by means of experiments and case studies. Over forty minutes had passed and Rhapsody and Peyton already halfway through with the day's series of tests when a dimunitive redhead plopped down on the only other vacant chair in their table.

  "You're late again," Peyton told the other girl darkly. "Also, you're wearing makeup. You'll get in trouble for that."

  "I'm not wearing makeup," Emily snapped.

  "Then what's that on your lip?" Peyton asked sarcastically. "Blood?"

  Emily took out a mirror case from her pocket to check her reflection. "Shit."

  "We're not allowed to swear either," Peyton pointed out.

  "Mind your own business." Emily threw Peyton an evil look while rubbing furiously on the mark until all that was left was her reddened skin.

  "With pleasure," Peyton retorted sweetly. "Will you inform the professor you would want to work on these experiments on your own or shall I?"

  And so it went, with the two bickering back and forth for the rest of the morning, and it was times like this that Rhapsody wished the kingdom would allow for the use of ear plugs. She tried her best to concentrate on her studies, but when this proved too difficult, her mind began to drift elsewhere...until she found herself daydreaming about the time she spent in her Master's arms.

  Oh!

  She quickly closed her eyes, but it was no use. She could still see her Master in her mind, naked and virile, his smooth skin turning golden under the candelight as he poised himself over her, the glistening head of his manhood already twitching at her swollen entrance—-

  Rhapsody's legs involuntarily snapped shut when she felt moisture suddenly rushing out of her to line her folds.

  What madness was this?

  How could she think of such a thing when she was in the middle of her lessons?

  Rhapsody worked hard to keep such thoughts out of her mind for the rest of the morning, but this proved impossible, and the struggle had her hungry and exhausted by the time lunch break rolled in. Fortunately, it was also a time when Peyton and Emily were finally freed from each other's company, and this allowed Rhapsody to enjoy some semblance of peace and quiet.

  Although the dining hall was already quite full by the time Rhapsody and Peyton arrived, their favorite windowside table was still unoccupied, and no sooner had they taken their seats when t
he staff came to present the day's menu cards.

  Rhapsody opted for oysters and politely declined any of the fine wines offered. Peyton went for lamb and red wine, and as soon as the footmen pushed their trolley to the next table of students, the other girl quickly burst into speech. "Tell me you're not really buying Emily's story."

  "That she's not wearing makeup?" Rhapsody asked blankly.

  Peyton rolled her eyes. "No, silly. I'm talking about her boo-hoo story of being a poor little girl with a sick mother, blah, blah, blah."

  Rhapsody frowned. Indeed, everyone knew that Emily was from an impoverished family and with a seamstress mother who had recently fallen ill. It was the reason why Emily was often late or missing classes outright...or so the other girl said.

  "There's just something about her I don't trust," Peyton grumbled.

  "You don't trust anybody," she pointed out.

  "True," Peyton acknowledged with a shrug. "But enough about that girl who always ruin my mornings," she dismissed with a sniff. "You've heard about the Marquis of Sangre coming here, haven't you? Everyone reckons the marquis has come here to acquire himself a pet," Peyton shared in between elegant sips of her soup. "Do you reckon it's true, though?"

  "I do not think I can answer that," Rhapsody said honestly. After all, her Master had not said anything about making their affiliation public.

  Peyton, however, seemed to think she was joking. "You've got the dryest humor. I love it."

  When lunch break ended, it was their turn to part ways, with Peyton heading down the greenhouse for private lessons on botany while Rhapsody was to attend a weekly lecture on Social Graces. On her way to the third floor, however, a manservant approached Rhapsody, saying politely that he had in his possession a note from faculty.

  Dear Rhapsody,

  May I have the pleasure of your company this afternoon? I await your presence at the tower.

  Sincerely,

  Your Master

  P.S. Excuses have already been submitted (and duly accepted) to your professors on your behalf.