Snow Covered Moon

by L M Adams

  I stand up with the heat of my fury, sneering ‘slave’ at him. I can be one hurtful bitch sometimes. My blood is boiling and I just want to hurt something, preferably Capaneus Nicholas Jackson de la Fontaine. One thing will be made clear: I’m not going to be told what I can do and cannot do.

  “I am a fucking Blood Lord, not your fucking slave.” His eyes flash silver and hold.

  “You can have your freedom. On your knees and beg for it,” I hiss to him.

  “Still haven’t learned your lesson?” His voice is low and dangerous.

  He growls, taking off his clothes.

  “You will learn today. Blood King as my witness, you will learn today. I’m going to hurt you now, Jaevia Knightley, because I am unable to do anything else. You will become my wife, I your chosen consort and you will never seduce the seven after this without my explicit permission. That is my price for this. Non-fucking-negotiable.”

  I back away smelling the heady edge of danger and desire, love and hatred mixed. My succubus moans in anticipation. I’ve never really known if she was a top or a bottom.

  Whatever we feel like at the time.

  Again, is it worth it? I believe it is, the threat of his pain does not scare me, but marriage and his future control over one of my powers does. The look in his eyes telling me only one response will be allowed: yes or no; there will be no further discussion.

  I hold my head up, looking him in the eye. I try not to betray the fear that is running through me.

  “We are in agreement.”

  “Take off your clothes,” he orders, no real emotion at all.

  I begin undressing. Now that I’ve set my path, I will not deter, I will face it head on.

  He goes to the closet and bends down, pulls out a chest, and opens it. My heart thumps slowly as I see the items of torture set neatly within the black chest of pain.

  Sheba used these kinds of things before. Fear grips my heart in a vice as I remember the pain and sensations of each.

  They are not all menacing, some actually look gentle, made for torturous delights. I doubt he will select those items as his tools.

  I breathe deep and turn away as he pulls out a very menacing set of nipple clamps, I was right, no torturous delights, only torture.

  He did tell me plainly my pain would be his price for his power. I try to steady my trembling hands.

  “Hold your tits together. You will not beg me not to, you will not object, complain, or give me any indication that you believe you do not deserve this punishment. In fact, I will require you to beg me to hurt you more, at appropriate times I will designate.”

  His voice and tone is something I’ve never heard before, I turn around to face him in shock. “We’d become cruel with one another,” he’d told me of the last time he’d been the dominant with Ari, his ex-wife. Is this who I’m seeing, cruel Jack? Dominant Jack? The man he was before?

  You’ve driven him over the edge.

  “Jack,” I stumble back, falling onto the bed.

  “I did not give you permission to speak. Stand up now.”

  I stand on shaking legs and say nothing more as he walks towards me. The clamps are metal; a thick linked chain connects them. I hold my breasts and breathe out slowly as fixes the first one on my left nipple; the pain is sharp and sudden, but not horrible. He quickly clamps the other.

  “Not a sound, my love, not a sound,” he whispers his order, and yet it does not soothe or comfort at all. He begins screwing the small knob on the clamp squeezing my left nipple, increasing the pressure until I whimper.

  “You will be punished; not a sound, means not a sound.”

  He begins screwing the knob on the clamp punishing my right nipple. When the pressure becomes too much, I bite my tongue rather than make even the slightest sound. He does not stop screwing the knob, my knees feel as if they will give way, tears gather in my eyes, I plead him silently to stop, to relent.

  But he doesn’t stop screwing until I make another sound, for which he will punish me later. His game is cruel, and yet one I’ve played many times. I give in finally begging him.

  “Please, no more,” I breathe out in supplication.

  “Good girl, you understand I will hurt you again and again, torture you until you scream and then punish you for your screams, there will be no end to it.” His voice is cold and hard as he makes his promise of pain.

  I nod my head once accepting it. My breasts are heavy with the weight of the clamps. He goes back to the left nipple and begins screwing the knob tighter.

  “So the pain will match. Now don’t make a sound until the pain is the same; I’ve counted the turns so don’t be cheap with what you owe me.”

  I grab his shoulders to steady myself as my nipple screams and burns in pain.

  “Please,” I say quietly.

  “Good girl, so good. I’m going to see if you’re wet. If you are, you will be punished. I did not give you permission to enjoy your punishments.”

  Of course my pussy is dripping wet, I’m a succubus, I’ve been trained by Sheba. Although I feel the pain, very real, my body responds to the dominance, to the sensations. I’ve been trained for my pussy to be wet, ready and willing at all times in the presence of a dominant. And Jack is very much dominant right now.

  “Oh, look at that,” his fingers part my fold, sliding in the wetness there.

  “Can you feed without finding your own release?”

  “Jack,” I whimper out, looking up at him begging for mercy with my eyes.

  To drink mindless amounts of lust, of power, stretching my Chi to take it in, forcing me to hold it with no release, no end just more misery, it’s madness. I know I can do this, yes, I know because it was one of her favorite games to play and so began the compartmentalization that rules my life now, the reason my succubus can exist as a separate entity of my psyche. It began with this particular type of torture with Sheba.

  “That means yes, you will not come, not fucking once. So we are clear I am using your body, you will enjoy none of it.” He hisses through his fully extended fangs.

  He gathers me into his arms, he doesn’t mean it. I’ll do what I want. I try to convince myself mentally, but my body yields to him. Gone is submissive Jack. This is a Blood Lord and my blood burns for him. Goddess help me I didn’t think I’d enjoy anything like this again, after Sheba, but here I am.

  He turns me and bends me until my hands are balanced on the bed, he enters me without a word; hard and unrelenting, he takes me. He pounds into me so hard the nipple clamps sway and pull under their own weight. I feel my body go to the edge, my muscles tighten around him.

  He pulls out. “You were about to fucking come?!” He shouts in anger, I flinch under his chastisement.

  “Beg me, Jaevia, beg me for what you deserve.”

  “Master, please punish me, hard, painfully, please hurt me.” I beg and mean every word with my heart. How I dare disobey his order? How dare I test him?

  “Get on the bed all fours.” I climb quickly on the bed, wanting to please him now with my submission to whatever punishment he sees fit.

  He walks to the head of the bed and holds the leather cuff. I eagerly hold out each arm, letting him fasten my wrists tightly to the headboard. He repeats the same motion cuffing my legs tightly. He takes pillows shoving them under my stomach and pelvis so my ass sits up in the air, leaving me open and vulnerable, ready for whatever he sees fit.

  The first slap on my ass makes me jump and yelp in shock. He reaches down in front of me grabbing the chain that links the nipple clamps together. He tugs the chain lightly, sending fresh waves of pain through my breasts. He keeps pulling until I scream in pain, bucking against my restraints, trying desperately to find an escape from his cruel torture. He stops tugging the chain but does not let go, I feel the metal grow cool, then cold and colder still; until the freezing metal is biting into my breasts, setting them afire.

  He’s pouring his power, his ability to cool anger, the depth and age of the ocean,
the groaning cold of the ice caps, into the clamps. I scream for him without restraint, I scream and cry and beg him to forgive me. I promise to never come again without his permission. He drops the chain but the biting metal still does not warm. He climbs on the bed behind me and enters me in one long smooth movement.

  The angle of my ass in the air gives him access to things deep inside, buds of nerves crying out for the attention the tip of his dick promises. I want to come so badly, tears gather in my eyes for the wanting. But I have learned my lesson and deny myself the waves of pleasure that build and push against my center. I will not be able to hold it forever; he knows this as he plays my body to a tune only he knows.

  Only the sound of his breathing and the gushing wetness of my pussy as he uses me fill the room. My succubus moans in glee as he punishes my body. None of this is connected to my Sacral, to her power base; this is just a physical body being used and punished on the whim of a man. It is me who feels their soul being carved out with every stroke.

  “Think I do not know your body when you are about to come? Think I know not the pussy I love? So here we are, my little whore for an hour. I know this will change things between us; you will either pull from me or punish me for this every chance you get. I welcome your retribution, Jaevia. Is my hot little tot ready for her meal??”

  “Yes, Master,” I moan. I have no thought of what will come after this, my mind, body and heart is suspended in time within this moment.

  He reaches around me, grabbing the chain of the clamps again. The weight of his body on my back, the slow circular motion of his penis inside of me. The tug of pain makes me moan and grind my ass against him, welcoming him to take more, take it all. That I belong to him, and there is nothing I will deny him.

  I smell the sharp scent of dark chocolate and cinnamon mixed with the sweetness of the blood ocean in Vayrá. He bites my ear, moaning. He settles back onto his knees and increases the pace and power of his strokes; making my ass shake with his fury.

  “I will pour all the power of Vayrá into you. Am I still your slave now, Jaevia, is that what I am to you? A slave? Is that why you don’t love me as you do Lucien? Because I am not strong enough to be your mate? Every vampire in the world, man and woman, would give their life to be with me. But you, not you Jae, you fight me at every turn. Stop fucking fighting me.”

  His voice is low and breathless and full of rage. Every sentence punctuated by the force of him slamming into me. The room temperature drops harshly, quickly. It’s so cold I can see my breath fog in front of my face. A thin sheet of ice begins to form on the marble walls.

  “I don’t fight you,” I whimper as he rolls the tip of himself over that glorious bud of nerves inside of me.

  “Yes, you do, won’t let me take care of you, don’t want me to say I love you. I watch you freeze up every time I say the words that cost me so much to give and you just throw them away!”

  “Please Jack, I’m sorry.” I mean it from the bottom of my heart. Right now I’m so vulnerable as if the air itself is rubbing against my skinned flesh. I have no defenses left, he’s stripped them away.

  “Not yet you’re not. I warned you: You offer me my freedom, I’ll leave. So there, I’m leaving you in need since I have not the strength to leave you in flesh.”

  His body jerks as he grunts in release, I open my Sacral and feed on his lust, it’s so much. The more I drink in the more there seems to be. I taste him on my tongue, in my body. He carves out space in each of my Charka with his power, and still there is more.

  You must. My succubus tells me.

  I must open the door to her lair that place is the only place that can hold this much power; there is no other way. What I will be after I drink his power in and give her access to it I do not know. My body tightens around him in pleasure every one of my senses heighten to their peak. With a scream, I tear down the last wall I had standing between Jack and my core. I rip the boundary down and let the power of Vayrá, of the vampires flow into me, into my Chi, into my body like a raging river.

  I believe I can see the beginning of time as we are joined, stars dancing on the edge of my vision.

  The flow begins to ebb and Jack collapses on the back of me, hot, sweaty, and completely spent. His cock still hard and throbbing deep inside of me.

  We both lay breathing heavy, me chained on all fours open and still pliant to whatever he wishes.

  “I swear by the Blood King, you better not do anything to ease the ache. You fucking live with it until you get on your knees and beg me for my forgiveness, beg me to come back. I told you not to do it Jaevia, I fucking warned you.”

  He unclamps one of my nipples suddenly without warning, the return of blood flow is sharp and painful and I scream. He slams into me, still hard.

  “That’s it, you will remember this forever, my love, the day a slave branded your body with his name,” he takes off the other clamp and a fresh wave of pain flows overlapping the ebbing wave of the last.

  “Who does this tight, wet pussy belong to?” he demands.

  “You, it belongs to you.” I breathe out, high on power, swimming in my own essence.

  “No one touches it until you have my forgiveness, understand? You will not find release until my mouth sucks it from your body. I want you to swim in your own lust and passion until begging me for forgiveness, begging me to stay, begging me to eat your pussy, is your only choice. Swear it to me!”

  “I swear it on Lilith and the Moon Goddess. No one shall have me until I earn your forgiveness.” I whimper out, sealing my own fate.

  He pulls from me slowly with a hard breath.

  He sits on the side of the bed for a long time, not moving, not saying anything, my heart slams in my chest in fear that his punishment is not over. He gets up and begins releasing me from the cuffs. I slide to the edge of the bed and sit, trying to make myself small. I’m confused and lost in my own thoughts and my own power.

  He stands in front of me, his cock still hard and glistening with my wetness.

  “Open your mouth, Jaevia, I have more power to give you.” I roll my eyes up to him in shock and disbelief. I don’t want any more power.

  “Do not object. You want to seduce a not-wolf, you will do it with every scrap of power I can give you. But I will decide how you will receive it from me, and right now I want to see my dick fuck your mouth since you cannot give me words of love. I would comply if I were you; there is still much violence and darkness in my heart and I have not the will to quiet it right now.”

  I close my eyes and lick my lips opening my mouth, he slides in driving himself down my throat, I know better than to even try and control his strokes; he’ll tie me up again and take his due.

  Jack holds my head steady as he fucks my mouth, ramming himself into my throat without forgiveness. He barely lets me get a breath in before going deep again and cutting off my air supply. I find my heart thanking him for the moments he allows me to breathe, that he is kind and generous to think of me at all. I thank him by squeezing my throat tightly around him. Before long his strokes become jagged, his body trembling, ready to explode.

  “Fuck your mouth is always so fucking good, so hot, so wet. How can I stay angry? How can I not love you? How can I not give you all I am, Jaevia? I just need you to hurt the way you hurt me. I will beg for your forgiveness later. I promise, baby. I’ll earn your forgiveness for this if it takes me the rest of my days.”

  I open my eyes and look up to my beautifully terrifying Jack. His eyes burn pure silver, pulling power directly from Vayrá, gathering it into himself ready to pour it into my body with his seed.

  “I accept you, Blood King, as my Lord. Give me the power of our people, let the conduit burn bright.” Jack whispers on the slightest wind and then his seed is spilling into my throat so deep I can’t even taste it on my tongue. The power that rolls behind it makes me scream around his penis.

  It burns with wild fury, I thought before when feeding from Jack it was all the power of Vayrá,
but this is another beast entirely. I yank away from him scrambling off the bed and to the furthest wall I can find and yet the power continues to pour into me. I can’t cut it off, and my succubus feeds on more power than I would ever allow her to drink. One day she will be strong enough to take over my psyche completely, the chain, the leash, the starving her of power. It’s all to keep that from happening, but I have nowhere else to send the power, and so she drinks it in with joy.

  So powerful, no? More even than Sheba and all her slaves combined.

  The entire world is masked in purple as my eyes shine in succubus power. A succubus and a vampire is a powerful combination, goddess above, Mother Lilith. Why had no one told me, why had no one ever told me it could be like this?

  Jack takes a step toward me with worried eyes. Oh, now you want to give a shit. I stick out an arm to ward him off; my arm is coated in dark black purplish goo. Not in the physical sense, metaphysically it is power leaking from me, coating me, I want to bleed it off, it’s too much. I can’t even gather my thoughts. I would bleed it off but power does not just disappear, it will latch onto whatever it can find, it has purpose, it has the purpose of my very creation, to create mindless desire and passion unto death.

  The flow stops quickly, but there was more there, so much more, as deep and vast as an ocean. Jack, I did not know you could tap so much, goddess above so much.

  A direct link to Vayrá, that is what he is, in the physical sense, and his prayer to the Blood King? Because he would drink from its depths directly, a prayer of permission and thanks.

  “Jae,” Jack whispers quietly.

  Funny, he no longer sounds like the man who was just punishing my body; now he sounds afraid, downright terrified.

  “Stay away. Let no one touch me. This much; I don’t know what this much power would do. Take me to the not-wolf now, Jack. We will discuss the rest later.” My voice holds power, I watch Jack’s cock pulse under the sound of my voice, I could bring thousands, millions, to peak with a word, so vast is the power I hold.

  Chapter Thirty-five