Le Roi Du Sang

by Tiana Laveen

  “You’re wakin’ up.” He smirked. “Welcome back, baby. You’ve been a survivor and got caught up in the matrix, almost forgetting who you were. That Sunken Place is a bitch. Put the teacup down and listen to me, Beautiful.” She blinked back angry tears. Pushing the laptop away, she took a taste of her drink. “Who’s out here startin’ the wars, huh? It’s not us. Who’s out here starvin’ their own children, not givin’ healthcare to the needy and takin’ care of their Vets? We take care of our war heroes. We give honor to our seniors and we make a big ass production about our offspring drawin’ their first breath.

  “These motherfuckers can already be billionaires but they’re so greedy, they want more and more and more, and for what?! It ain’t us, Venus. It’s they who are the monsters!” He pointed around the restaurant at all the humans sitting at the tables drinking, laughing, and messing around on their phones. “They’re not civilized. They’re fuckin’ pests pretending to be superior! The government ain’t nothin’ but a bunch of vampires – suckin’ off the workin’ class and lyin’ about it. These big corporations are vampires, too, payin’ people pennies while the ones makin’ minimum wage do all the hard work, and then all the big wigs gotta do is show up to a meetin’ or two, cut their employees’ bonuses in half, raise their own salaries, and go home to their mansions.

  “Me and the entire fuckin’ crew got money! Count is out for himself—it’s his nature—but he keeps it real. He’s smart enough to know that if he doesn’t keep us satisfied and our pockets lined, we’d be more apt to turn on him, do somethin’ messed up. It’s all about loyalty. It’s earned! Not one of us would dare speak outta turn against him ’cause he deserves our trust, so before you down him and put your human friends on some pedestal, know something…”

  The man downed the rest of his beer and stood to his feet.

  “He cares about ya, all right? He’s done the impossible for you. So if there’s something you don’t like, he might not care right then to change it, but he’ll remember what you said. You’ve got more pull and influence over him than you realize. You really think he searched all over this fuckin’ city for you ’cause of some damn wizard’s predictions when he was a kid? No… he wanted to experience the one thing humans had that his people don’t: Love. He was driven to find this so-called soulmate of his, and once he saw you, he came home and told me about it. He looked me in the eye and smiled, and he said, ‘I’ve found my Queen … Ma Reine Du Sang.’ That was the day his life changed forever. A king ain’t shit without his queen. Now, with you, he’s complete.”

  He grabbed his skull cap, slid it back over his head, and turned to walk away.

  “Whiskey!” she called out, getting to her feet. “Please! How do I talk to him? How do I break through the wall?”

  The man stared at her for a spell.

  “You show him that you’re loyal. You pay attention to everything he tells ya and you learn from him. Then you’ll become the teacher, and he’ll be your student. He’s not too proud to learn from you. In fact, you haven’t heard this from me, but that’s what he really wants…”

  CHAPTER TEN

  The Rules of Engagement

  “Let me taste it.” He skulked toward her, over the raspberry silk sheets of their bed, wagging his tongue. The sun was rising over the horizon, its beams filtering through the large arched window behind their bed, showcasing the city skyline.

  “No.” Venus grinned as she backed up from him, crawling in reverse, daring him to come chase her. “You’ve done nothing but talk shit about what I drink and eat. I’m not wasting my precious wine on you.” She tilted the bottle to her lips and drank.

  He lunged forward, but she moved out of his way just in time.

  “You’ll hate it.”

  “I’ve drank liquor before, wine too; just not that brand or type before. Maybe it’ll be different. Maybe this time it’ll taste good.”

  “No. I kind of like it now, but it’s an acquired taste. You’re not man enough for it anyway,” she teased, poking the bear.

  Alexandre snatched the bottle of wine from her grasp, making it splash all over the damn sheets, and brought it to his lips. She chuckled as he gulped it hard, his Adam’s apple moving up and down, the poor bastard wincing a few times along the way. He tossed the bottle onto the floor and vigorously shook his head like a dog fresh after a bath.

  “It’s fucking repulsive!” He grimaced and made all sorts of funny noises, acting as if he’d been poisoned. She chuckled at his antics, then paused. His beautiful naked body called her name.

  “I warned you.” She cooed when he wrapped his muscular arm around her waist and drew her in for a deep kiss. The sound of tearing fabric ensued as he destroyed her dark purple negligée, exposing her nude form. She shuddered when he leaned in close, sniffed her… then sniffed again.

  “Mmmm, you’re so wet for me, baby…”

  In lightning speed, he turned her onto her stomach then buried his face between her ass cheeks. The heat of his mouth sent shivers up and down her spine.

  “Venus, I have a confession… I’m hooked on your crack.”

  She squirmed against him and laughed when he dragged her up the bed towards the headboard like some brute, the tip of his wet, long, stealthy tongue gliding along the delicate crack of her ass. Her muscles tensed when she felt coolness along her flesh…

  He was gone within the blink of an eye.

  “Alexandre?”

  She looked over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of him releasing the thick metal chains from the ceiling. It appeared many of the bedrooms in his estate had them. He grabbed her left ankle, then her wrist, shackling them both, and did the same on the other side until she was spread-eagled, swinging above the bed, face down, as if hang gliding. The chains sighed and rocked loudly, blending in with the sounds of Tank’s ‘Dirty’, which played through the decadent space, with black and red candles burning all over the room. Dangling helplessly in lust, she moaned and bit into her lower lip when his big hands covered her breasts and squeezed.

  Her eyes watered with anticipation. Wanting him… Needing him…

  Trailing kisses down her spine, her shoulders, he delicately teased her feminine temple with his fingers while he positioned himself beneath her. As she swung and strained, he playfully flicked his tongue against her nipples like some viper vying for a taste.

  Back and forth she swung, and he matched her movements, rocking his exceptional body to the beat of the music. Her hair hung down, some of the strands gliding against his chest. She groaned in ecstasy when he inserted his long, thick finger within her pussy, and then another, and another. He slipped them out just as leisurely, sucking her juices off his digits. Her thighs quaked, and the way he looked up at her stole her calm, turned her insides into lightning and torrential rain. Her fangs extended as she eyed his large dick, which pulsed right before her eyes with a life of its own.

  “Mine… give me the dick that belongs to me.” She hissed, her desires for him making her love struck and lust sick.

  The man floated closer, his body now lifted off the bed, until he was directly beneath her facing backwards, their bodies caressing one another like black and white feathers floating past each other. The chains swayed faster as he disappeared between her legs. Holding her hips steady, his fangs and tongue gliding against her pussy, he played with her, tortured her so.

  “Shit!” She hissed when he bit tenderly along her inner thigh, over and over, each bite more painful than the last. He returned to her saturated zone, licking and sucking her pussy as if it were his last meal. He made a loud mess of it; wet noises filled the room as she melted against his oral embrace. His cock was deliciously close to her face now… she simply couldn’t resist. She took hold of the thick shaft with both hands while he ate her pussy, and took him into her mouth, devouring his nature, claiming her throne. Precum and saliva mixed together as she savored her mate, unable to get enough of the way his cock felt and tasted.

  She ran her finger
s along his large balls, massaging and caressing them, then sucked hard on the tip, giving the throbbing head special attention. She paused and hissed when his tongue snaked within her pussy, wiggling and shaking inside her nature like a fresh, battery powered sex toy.

  He pulled her impossibly closer, his muscular hips compressing and relaxing while he fucked her open mouth. The chains rattled as they swung back and forth, their bodies swaying like ribbons in the wind. Like pendulums marking time that now stood still. Suspended. She took him further down her throat, gagging on the monster between his legs.

  His loud moans made her pussy cream with anticipation and appreciation until she came against his roving lips, raining down her nectar. He slurped up her moisture, licked every drop that trailed between her sticky thighs. When she calmed, he slipped away stealthily, and she clenched her teeth when the weight of his body rested against her back. Swinging back and forth, the chains bore their combined weight as he guided himself inside her. Her hair blew in the air as they rocked, and her body convulsed when he started to pump hard and fiercely within her, his chin resting on her shoulder. He pounded her pussy with ruthless determination.

  “I will have you multiple fucking times a day… just like I promised. You will be beautifully abused, my Love. Your pussy is mine… It’s raw and dripping. Your body is beaten and exhausted, and I don’t care. I want what I want, and that’s you. I will have you whenever and wherever I want you, even when you can’t take it anymore. You’ll cum all day long; your pleasure is my duty.”

  Her body shook as she had another orgasm, overcome by his words and the feel of his long, fat dick working overtime within her hot canal. He brought his mouth to the side of her face and she turned her head toward his. His fangs glistened; blood tinged the side of his mouth from when he’d bitten her thighs. “You think you can handle me now, my sweet, nasty ma Reine Du Sang?”

  She narrowed her eyes on him, gnashed her teeth, then chomped the air… trying to get a piece of him.

  “You’re the one who can’t handle me, mon Roi Du Sang… Ahhh!” Her body swayed hard when he fucked her fast, becoming a mere blur. He went in so deep within her, she could feel the bastard in her gut and her body cried out in complete indulgence.

  Soaked with sweat and desire, he unceremoniously released her, forcing her to fall clumsily onto the bed. The restraints clanked together when she was set free. Never did she feel enslaved by him… helplessly captive. She felt liberated, more than she ever had, free to be her true, original self. He fell down alongside her, but like an angry cat set on revenge, she pounced on top of him, grabbed his dick, and slid her slippery valley onto it, riding him hard and ruthlessly. She bore her fangs and dug her nails deep into his chest, raking them down and drawing trails of blood. He rose and met her movements with his own brand of merciless, pounding thrusts—delivering them with apt and violent precision, the maniac making her lose her breath.

  Spirals of her hair tumbled before her eyes, blinding her, as the stickiness of their bodies, the scent of their sex, and their nasty words lay thick in the air. He gripped her throat, a tense expression on his rigid face. Lips parted, gritted teeth, he jammed his dick within her as she rode him, killing her cunt with his cock, each harsh stab at a time.

  “Cum!” he ordered as he traced her clit with his free hand, delivering perfect strokes with his finger, like the pianist that he was.

  “No.” She balked, refusing to give him what he wanted.

  He smirked at her dismissal, seemingly pleased with her refusal to follow the rules and play fair.

  “You’ll cum… whether you want to or not.” He stroked her faster and lifted his ass off the bed, pumping within her with ruthless abandon. Their bodies knocked against each other, louder than the chains that previously kept her in control. She struggled to keep her orgasm at bay, fought to not give him his desires… She wanted to play with him a bit longer but then her body betrayed her…

  She hated the smile that broke across his face.

  Her pussy showered him with honey, her legs shaking as she had a full body orgasm, losing complete control. As she closed her eyes, she felt the heat of his mouth around her erect nipples. She screamed from the piercing, delicious pain of his sharp fangs sinking into her breasts, then sighed at the soft, delicate kisses that soon followed. Moments later, he had her face pressed hard into the pillow as he wrecked her body, her swollen pussy a prisoner to the hungry beast between his legs. The monster never let up… never grew tired. He’d been right—she’d never had a lover like him.

  She shuddered when the warm gush of his climax flooded her. He bellowed loudly as he came. Holding tight to her hips, he forced the last of himself within her. He collapsed against her body, almost cutting off her air supply with the weight of him. Rolling off her, he gazed at the ceiling of his bedroom, his expression content, his chest rising and falling. The sunlight now beamed across his striking, ghostly white face.

  He lit a cigar, and his deep voice drifted like a lullaby to her ears…

  “When I was a youth, my parents taught me many things, Venus. Both of them are gone now. My mother died in battle; my father was attacked by our enemies. He died fighting, as well. Right before their passing, I went through a period of confusion… feeling lost… trying to understand the world in which I lived. One day, I met a human boy in the woods.” Her eyes widened. “He was wounded, had fallen and was badly hurt.

  “Instead of feasting upon him—he would’ve been easy prey, naturally—I felt badly for him for some strange reason. Perhaps because we appeared to be similar in age, and I helped him out of the trap he’d gotten caught in. I didn’t know any better, Venus. I was too young, too naïve… I ignored everything my parents had taught me in that moment. My brother Victor and I never really got along. We only tolerated one another and my other siblings were in training, just as we had been as small children. So, I clung to this boy… my new friend. One day, after we’d been doing what boys do for a long while, playing with sticks, jumping in the ocean and fishing, I told him what I was.”

  His lips curled in a hideous, evil smile. She knew now, that was his way to hide trauma, true unadulterated pain. She caressed his neck, leaned in close, and licked the side of his face as she reached for his hand and squeezed it.

  “He never met me in the woods again after that. I could handle that. It was fine. But what happened afterward was not.”

  “What happened?”

  “The fires… men with guns and lit torches showed up, bombarded us and burned our lair down. They grabbed many of the women in my family, stripped them naked, and then burned them alive. They shot several of the men and sliced some up with swords, claiming we were all witches… because of what the boy had gone back and said. I never told my parents the role I’d played in that massacre, how I’d inadvertently invited this mayhem into our lives… but they knew. They looked at me, and they definitely knew. My family went the following night, prepared this time, and killed all of those men and women who’d caused so much pain and loss to my family. And then they killed the boy who’d been my friend, too. I never trusted humans again after that, my Love.”

  He brought her hand to his mouth and laid a gentle kiss on it. Time passed with them lying in silence and she ached for him again. Perhaps it was her way of trying to wash his pain away, make him forget all about his tortuous past. Before she could mount him, he disappeared from her sight, soon returning with a single black rose. He handed it to her, opening the petals just so, and ordered her to look down into it.

  In the center of it sat a blood red jewel, pulsing and glowing. Her heart pounded in her chest when he slid the ring along her finger.

  “Today is the first day that I’ve ever trusted again, Venus. I understand that you will always need a part of your past to hold onto, regardless of what I think about it. I accept you as you are. I… love you, deeply. I have no desire to change you, simply to prepare you, to make sure you’re equipped to defend yourself should trouble a
rise, as well as the throne. I feel now that you can.”

  She leaned down, joyous tears in her eyes, and kissed his soft, succulent lips. He gripped the back of her head and kissed her in return until, before long, he was back inside her, shaking the bed with his timely strokes. Fingers clutched, sweat and swear words abounding, they made love endlessly. The sun set, and he carried on, fucking her beautifully, making her believe him, trust him, love him, well into the night…

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  It Feels Good to be King

  Beneath the Montparnasse, Paris cemetery existed a series of elaborate tunnels dating back to the 12th century. The walls were lined with gold, the floors created from the crushed and discarded bones of those who’d given their lives for a blood sucker of Imperial heritage to be fed. This was Royal Headquarters, a lengthy network of homes that had at one time housed over 2,000 vampires in the Royal Family, the Marseille Clan. It was sacred ground, and still not easily accessible, barely known about to outsiders.

  It was cold and abandoned now; most of the remaining members and their offspring lived above ground in modern day, blending in with society like ferns and trotting foxes. The bloodline had weakened—an embarrassment for certain. They worked as merchants, bankers, teachers… some were even in the entertainment industry, accused of such things as being a part of some trumped up bullshit the humans referred to as the ‘Illuminati.’

  A feeling of melancholy consumed Victor at the sight of a fine, set dining room table that had remained untouched for ages. Golden goblets sat layered in dust, empty bowls devoid of blood at each setting… He raised his arms in the air and spun around, taking inventory of an image of his childhood, the memories soaked in days gone by.