Le Roi Du Sang

by Tiana Laveen

  Alexandre was in the master suite bathroom, standing under the massive waterfall shower, decorated with gold and plum lights. The water flowed down his tall, broad shouldered frame. Phony Ppl crooned ‘Why iii Love the Moon’ through the surround sound speakers.

  Venus had only been home a few minutes, but it was more than evident he was vexed. He barely looked at her, as if needing a moment, a sliver of composure to hold on to…

  His intense anger perfumed the room. His arm muscles appeared tight, stiff like casts, and the way he’d walked about earlier, fast and hard, made him look like an enraged war general. At last, he turned to her and curled his finger in her direction. Instead of waiting for her to come to him, he pulled her towards him, dragging her bare feet with his mere mind. She glided past her shed clothing coated in feral blood. A light breeze blew through her hair as he summoned her; the music grew louder and the room began to spin in shades of red. In mere seconds, she stood before him, his erect dick, framed with midnight black hair, flush against her pubic hair. He wrapped his strong arms around her and claimed her lips in a kiss.

  “My Blood Queen… my precious Reine Du Sang.” She shuddered when he squeezed her tight against him, his worry for her palpable. His cold, hard yet comforting flesh felt so good pressed to hers. Picking her up in his arms in the shower—which was as big as a bedroom—he had her wrap her thighs snug around his waist. She rested her head against his shoulder, their bodies surging impossibly closer to one another in a wave of magnetic attraction that could never be broken.

  He ran one hand through her hair and, with the other, he helped her down onto her feet in the enclosure. The warm red water felt like life, liberty, and blood for all as it beat against her body from the massive double showerhead. She sighed with delight when she felt his body behind her. He positioned her against the wall, in the stance of one about to be strip searched. Interlocking their fingers, he delivered sensual and rough kisses to the back of her neck, his mouth sliding down her wet flesh, his fangs nipping at her sensitive skin. He paused to run a tender finger over the healing puncture wound of where the dull, dirty knife had raked across her neck.

  “That filthy son of a bitch! I should resurrect that fucker and make him suffer for all of eternity!” he roared in a way that had the words vibrating within her soul. She winced for her pain became his, and vice versa. He cupped her shoulder and turned her around. They locked eyes. His glowed like cobalt diamonds… icy blue. The red water gave him a purple glow; the navy undertones of his flesh had never looked so beautiful.

  “I’m fine, baby. My mama didn’t raise no fool.” She smiled up at the man, trying to tame the enraged beast as she stroked his cheek with the palm of her hand. He held her fingers tight, as if his very life depended upon that act. Closing his eyes, he brought her hand to his luscious mouth and placed a petal soft kiss on it. She sighed when he hoisted her up again, draping her on him like a backwards robe. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she brushed his lower lip with her own, their noses touching as he rubbed and squeezed on her breasts.

  Her dark nipples hardened under his touch. Pure ecstasy filling her, her head fell back and her hair became saturated under the intense current of the powerful red stream. Her eyes hooked on the pulsating blue vein in his neck. It called to her; she thirsted for him so badly, her stomach growled at the sight. She lunged at him, mouth gaping open, but he stopped her, pressing his finger against her mouth without offering a word. His eyes said so much… yet her body was crying out for him.

  “I’m hungry,” she pleaded, needing his blood, his essence, his love.

  “And I’m going to fulfill all of your needs and desires. Just let me hear your heartbeat for a while longer… before it races out of control, before we lose ourselves and there’s no turning back.”

  He bent down and pressed his head against her chest, holding her tight. She breathed in… then out… then again. Falling into a trance, a lullaby echoing inside her, flashes of her life flipped inside her mind like pages torn from a worn, black and white comic book of yesteryear. He was deep inside her… looking at her life, picking her apart, piece by piece! She gasped, almost losing her footing as he dug deeper, then deeper…

  “I see all of your fears and desires. So brave, baby… so many fewer fears than even a month ago.”

  “You mind fuck me but don’t fuck my body?! Help me!” she screamed and scratched at his back as he lunged hard upward within her, taking her breath away. Her fangs lengthened as he grabbed the back of her neck with force and brought her close to his throat. He groaned when she pierced his delectable flesh. His exquisite blood poured like wine from the artery, more precious than a 1947 bottle of Château Cheval Blanc. The liquid pooled into her mouth like the nectar from a juicy strawberry and she hungrily swallowed his flavor, streams of it dripping down the sides of her mouth and chin. He rocked hard inside her, and her pussy compressed around his long, fat cock as he knocked her fucking walls down one harsh stroke at a time.

  “Take my love. Take my blood. Take every blow of my dick! TAKE IT!” he barked forcing his cock as far as it could go within her. Her back bumped violently into the wall, so much a few of the tiles around them cracked, pieces falling to the ground just like the days of her lives, since she was born. She grew dizzy with lust and love, an intoxicating cocktail. Gripping her ass cheeks with both hands, he forced her into his ruthless lunges.

  “I can feel you so deep inside me!” She sucked his neck where she’d laid her claim, licking her plate clean. He stirred his hips wildly, his movements so delightfully rough and flawless. She screamed when the man suddenly turned her upside down, hitching her to him like an apron. She dangled like grapes on a vine. Knees resting on his shoulders, ass in his face, he slid his long, wet tongue along her slit as she reached for his hard dick and enveloped the large, thick head into her mouth.

  She sucked the length with all that was in her, savoring his flavor, and they came together, his cream filling her oral cavity in relentless spurts while she dropped her honey pot against the curl of his quicksilver tongue. When she was good and satisfied, he stood her back on her feet, facing away, bent her at the waist, and entered her from behind like a frenzied brute. She clawed at the walls, screaming his name, cursing him as he viciously drove within her tender walls. Holding her hips, he worked her like a pump, sheathed inside of her and showing no signs of fatigue. And she didn’t want it to stop… she needed it like her next breath.

  Reaching behind her, she grabbed his rocking hips, drawing him impossibly deeper. Soon, he shuddered, filling her pussy with a few final hard thrusts. In moments, he was carrying her in his arms, out of the water and into their bedroom. Laying her wet body over the gold and red sheets, he climbed to her side, lifted her leg, and slid inside of her once more.

  Their voices echoed as they moaned, fell under each other’s spell, and he brought her close to feed once again. She took her time, suckling from his skin, sipping him one precious drop after another. Minutes turned to hours, and they were still in the throes of making love… deep in an epic marathon. The last thing she recalled before shaking from a massive orgasm was her legs bent far back close to her head while he drilled her with his massive cock, his balls slapping violently against her fat, swollen pussy lips. She fell in and out of fantasies as her orgasms came one after the other, mere dominoes knocked over from the slightest touch. Hours later, they lay entwined, resting, legs wrapped around one another, sheets hanging half off the bed, bright red blood splatter across the pillows…

  She fought sleep but soon lost, only to be awakened by the sound of a knock at their bedroom door. Her lover got to his feet, wrapped his black robe around his body, and went to open it. Whiskey stood at the threshold, with two people she’d never seen in her life…

  The first was a bald-headed Asian man, standing about five eight but muscular as fuck, and a beard that fell in a thin braid to his navel. An enormous sword was strapped to his back, heavy black boots covered his feet,
and a series of intricate tattoos lined his arms. On the man’s right stood an Asian woman, a bit shorter than he. She was beautiful, her skin the color of Egyptian papyrus, her cheeks holding a peachy glow. Her long, raven black hair was shaved on the sides and pulled up in a high genie-type pony tail that appeared to reach down to her ass. A large gold septum ring like that of a bull’s pierced her nose and her body was covered in a liquid leather black jumpsuit.

  Venus sat up to get a better look. They were intriguing to say the least. She could hear her mate speaking to them in Chinese, then in French… and a few words of English in between… merely small talk. Suddenly, Alexandre chuckled, a sound of relief, and extended his hand for a shake.

  “We came as soon as we heard you needed us,” the man said in a deep voice, his Chinese accent thick. The woman stepped around him and approached Venus, walking fast towards her with a smile on her face. Venus stared her up and down, her defenses heightened. She slid her hand beneath her pillow, clutching the handle of a dagger, just in case.

  “Relax, honey,” the woman stated in Mandarin Chinese with a chuckle. “We all need friends and now I’m yours. You’re standing on solid ground, queen-to-be. Welcome to the sisterhood…”

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Blood Brothers

  He expected his brother’s arrival in forty-eight hours…

  Victor’s chest rose slowly up and down as he stood in his home. The quiet wasn’t quite normal; his sensitive hearing could pick up little with the exception of his servants’ breathing. His cold, hard flesh drew even colder for he stood in the midst of a full-scale bloody massacre… in the privacy of his own mansion.

  Three of his servants’ bodies were laid out neatly on the floor of his visiting area, all of them with their arms crisscrossed, serving as a platter of sorts to hold their own severed heads. He opened his mouth and roared.

  “NOOOOO! DAMN YOU, ALEXANDRE!!!!!!”

  One…two…three. Just as he promised.

  Celine… blood oozed out of every pore of her body, her skin partially ripped apart.

  Raphael… one would think he were sleeping if it were not for the massive red ocean beneath his body.

  Arthur… one of his favorite servants by far. His eyes were still open, a look of utter horror on his face, flesh burnt to a crisp.

  Several windows broke as he unleashed his demons, his anger deeper than words could ever describe. The carpet beneath their bodies was soaked with dark red essence, and the place smelled of bloodshed, terror, and pain. All he could hear now was his own racing heartbeat and the concerns of several of his other servants as they stood around, their mouths no longer sealed.

  “Sterilize this place and put the remains in the furnace. Clean out their rooms, and I mean everything! Clothes, furniture, personal effects… I don’t want to see any evidence of their existence in my home!” he barked at one of his servants before storming off to his office and snatching up his desk phone. He dialed and waited for her to answer.

  “Bonjour!”

  “What have you done?! WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?!”

  Fawn was quiet for a spell, then spoke matter-of-factly, “I did what you asked.”

  “I never told you to send three Bottom Feeders! At first, I believed Alexandre was trying to frame me, test me… but I see he was telling the truth! You sent BFs after the slave. You’ve ruined everything!”

  “BFs? Oh, the Bottom Feeders? Relaaax, Victor. Trust me, things are going as planned, even better! She was shaken by it all and Alexandre ranted and raved for hours. I bet they even argued about the incident, too. The timing was perfectly planned. He’d pulled Whiskey off of trailing her and sniffing her ass because she’d complained about it and—”

  “Damn you! We were still in a negotiation phase… now all leverage will be lost! My brother is out for blood and if you believe for one fucking second that he will let this go, even after killing three of my most prized servants, you are mistaken! A code has been broken and now he will stop at nothing to exact revenge. Threefold!”

  “How could he kill them? He’s not even there.”

  He wanted to reach through the phone and choke the bitch with all of his might, see her black out, come to, then choke her again! Certainly, that would wipe the smug expression off her face that he was certain she had right at that moment.

  “He doesn’t have to be here to kill them…”

  “He sent someone to do it? That doesn’t really seem like his style.”

  “It’s not! Wake the hell up. You are not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy! Let me break this down for you…” Fucking Turned Vamps… “My servants are low tier on the totem pole. They aren’t that powerful. They come from poor lineage, low lying fruit, if you will. Easy targets… easier to control that way. All my brother has to do is know their names, tap into their fears and desires, and he can manipulate, torment, and destroy just about anyone he wishes. He heard their greatest fears, scared them to death then had them believe the only way out was to cut off their own fucking heads! He’s a perceptual prestidigitator! A sadist! Just fuck it!” He waved his arm about.

  “Well, seems to me then that you should be the one concerned, Victor…”

  “How do you know I’m not capable of the same? You flippant bitch… It doesn’t even matter at this point! He is proficient at things you have no fucking clue of!” He heard her swallow on the other end—the first sign of the foul vixen actually giving a damn. “My brother has destroyed complete towns in a matter of minutes with his mind alone! Why do you think he does so well in law?! Do you honestly believe it’s just because he’s such a swell motherfucker?! Perhaps it is due to our genetic good looks? He has kept his gifts from you and everyone because not knowing makes him all the more powerful. Who the hell goes to New York City and after only three months owns practically an entire block of real estate, wins every fucking case he touches, and no one questions him about his strange comings and goings?!

  “The orgy parties, all of it! Everyone is paid off to keep their fucking mouths closed and even if they tried to explain, 99.9% of the population wouldn’t even believe them. He has a cartel of fucking human donors who think this is just some kinky fantasy roleplay, some crazy costume party shit that they get cut a check for, not even realizing they are dealing with real vampires every time they empty their veins for his erotic revelries! This isn’t Halloween night in a suburb in Wisconsin! THIS IS OUR LIVES! THIS IS REAL! It happens because of who he is, the gifts he possesses… It’s his supremacy!”

  He pounded his fist on a nearby statue, so hard it shattered into a million pieces.

  “Victor, please calm down. You’re becoming emotional and it’s rather… well, unbecoming. Furthermore—”

  “Your fucking body chopped up into twenty equal pieces then delivered to your whore of a mother would be unbecoming as well, correct?” He was met with silence. “I’ll calm down when my brother is stripped of his fucking title that he no longer deserves. I need that crown! I need his position and no one will stand in my way. I can’t believe this…” He began to pace back and forth, his nerves a wreck, trying to think of something, anything. “Why in the hell would you do something like that without consulting me first? I know my brother better than anyone. I thought you were actually intelligent, despite being a Turned!”

  “Victor, you are losing sight of the big picture. Also, your insults as to my status and astuteness are duly noted,” she stated haughtily.

  “I wanted you to prove me wrong. You failed.”

  “You are so blind with hatred for Alexandre that you don’t even see that it actually worked.” She chuckled. “Venus was afraid. She’ll be looking over her shoulder now and reflecting if this is a good idea to proceed with him and—”

  “Have you lost your mind?” His long, curled nails dragged down the side of his desk, tearing at the wood. “If we were discussing an ordinary vampire, you’d be right, but we are not! Due to this new information, I am no longer convinced that Venus is a Turne
d Vamp.” The woman grew quiet, her confusion more than obvious.

  “Of course she is. Why would you think that?”

  “I don’t know what is going on, but she managed to survive an attack by three Bottom Feeders, Fawn.”

  “Big deal. Bottom Feeders are slow and revolting. I could fight ten with no issue.”

  “How naïve of you. Where did you find these BFs, Fawn?”

  “I asked for a referral from the Underground Network.”

  “Ahhh, the good ol’ black market. Well, guess what? They gave you one of the best. One of them was no ordinary BF. His name was Skelton, and he was notorious for slaying Turned Vampires and other Bottom Feeders for profit. He’s a bounty hunter. Well, was… She slaughtered him and two of his friends in a fucking alley in less than thirty minutes… left him rotting for all to see. That sends a message out there in the streets. Do you honestly believe that is normal?” He was met with silence. “How did she not get bitten? How did she fight all three of them at once, despite your oversized bravado in believing you could do the same or better? No, they’re not the strongest, definitely not the fastest, and certainly not the brightest, but they have a vicious, infectious bite if they are diseased. And many are, having a sickness that often requires medical intervention in a short amount of time, or death is soon to follow.

  “Due to their poor eating habits and other factors, they have a poison in their blood that once it enters the bloodstream, it attacks all of the cells of their victim, killing them. Bottom Feeders are dying, slowly! They are like zombies; the virus eats them alive. They now use it as a weapon to get their way. That’s why we have the constabularies out and about—not there to round them up, but to—”