Le Roi Du Sang

by Tiana Laveen

  Then, without preamble, he flipped her onto her stomach. Biting into the pillow, she gripped the sheets when she felt his hot tongue return, darting in and out of her pussy as he held onto her ass with both hands. He wolfed her down, taking her whole, licking her entire soul. She cried out as she came, dripping like a leaky faucet into his awaiting mouth. His soft lips pressed hard against her nature, his tongue flicking faster than lightning against her bud. Venus’ eyes rolled as she bucked and humped the sheets.

  “I need you, please!” She clawed at the layers beneath them, tearing them to shreds like some wild cat. She was on the verge of tears… her rage, desire, and lust married, turning her into a monster. Flipping away from him, she shoved him hard onto his back with a swift kick to his chest. With a roar, he yanked her hair, making her curse and moan as she crawled up his thighs, dragging her nails, drawing blood before taking his huge cock into her mouth and sucking with all of her might. He moaned so loud, it echoed through her body. He pumped ruthlessly between her lips, fucking her oral cavity, balls deep. His back arched as he bucked, and she squealed and cussed when he grabbed her hard, pulling her away as if she meant nothing, and slammed her onto her back.

  Forcing her thighs open once more, he ate her pussy roughly, then softly, licking and sucking as he drove his finger in her ass, fucking it, too. She pulled on his hair, wiggling and screaming… landing smack dab within a mind-bending orgasm. Her eyes rolled as he made her cum over and over, the bed under her ass drenched with her flowing juices.

  He paused, his eyes hooded. He lunged at her and they struggled. The brute wrapped his hand around her neck, forced her up from the pillow, and claimed her lips in a soul-crushing kiss. She grinded soft and easy against him as he worked his hand against her pussy lips… torturing her, making her hungry cunt cry. The music soothed her inner beast, the incense filled her nose with a strong, sweet aroma mixing with their sex. Like a sweet, gentle angel, he hooked his gaze on her, rubbed her hair away from her face, and lowered her down onto her back. Then, he reached for one of the hand restraints and locked her wrist inside it.

  “You don’t have to do that… I’ll be good, baby,” she cooed as her pussy continued to pour and her pelvis rocked, the aftershocks of her orgasm still working their torturous magic.

  “I know you’ll want to be good, baby… you’ll want to be so good to your Roi Du Rang, but you’ll fail, my Love. I have to keep you under control tonight… Your scent was so strong on the ride over; it was divine, so fucking inebriating. I’m going to make you mine. I’m taking you. Don’t deny me.”

  He grabbed the other wrist restraint, cuffed her, and then administered the same treatment. She arched and sighed when he ran his tongue gently along her inner thighs, then traced her pussy with his finger and the tip of his tongue. He kissed her tattoo and massaged it, then kissed it once again, as if for good measure, though she was certain it boosted his ego, made him feel rather proud. Bilal crooned through the speakers—‘White Turns to Grey.’ The deep bass of the music vibrated through her damn body, but his touch was so much more devastating. He made her fall apart from his hands, his kiss… the way he looked at her with those cool, crystal blue eyes…

  Beneath her, his pelvis flush against her ass, he kissed her neck from behind and grinded against her hungry flesh, real slow and nasty. Wrapping his arms around her stomach, he claimed her, holding her steady. Her heart hurt with its harsh beating. He sank his teeth into her neck, and she was done for. She trembled with blood pouring down her shoulder, onto him and the sheets below. She writhed in delight, her body exploding like a million shattered rainbows dipped in golden bombs. She screamed out so loud, she heard something shatter, perhaps a window as he entered her with brute force.

  “FUCK!” he screamed, thrusting deep and slow. She looked down at her stomach and saw his fucking dick imprint going in and out of her pelvis, lifting the skin with each plunge.

  “Baby! Please!” she begged, helplessly pressing her groin into him. It hurt so good, she thought she may pass out. The music went on and on, and he moved to the beat, rocking his hips back and forth as he went impossibly deeper, forcing her ass against his stomach. He sped up the pace, tore her apart with his love. When he yanked her arms and legs, the chains and restraints rattled hard, one of them almost tearing from the steel post as she screamed and hollered, cumming hard on his cock. He reached down and stroked her clit while he possessed her … pounded her … faster… faster… faster…

  He’s not fucking me… he’s mating! Shit! It feels so good! SO DAMN GOOD! HURTS… SO… GOOD! He’s killing me!

  As if reading her mind, he kissed her cheek so softly, so sweetly.

  “I’m giving you my baby right now, my beautiful Rein Du Sang… I know you want this as much as I do. Don’t fight it. I couldn’t resist you. Your body and soul told me what it wanted!” Her pussy ached as he had his way with her, thrusting his thick muscle in and out of her like a piston, and she fell apart against him. Cupping one of her breasts, he flicked her nipple, making it hard, then sucked her neck and layered gentle kisses all over her shoulder.

  “Merde!” he yelled, riding her from behind. She hollered out, hissing, fangs exposed, eyes glowing and rocking against him. She snatched one arm free, the chains dragging and smacking the bed as her mind went white…

  “Show me your greatest fears and desires, my Love… GIVE. THEM. TO. ME.”

  Rice fields flashed in her mind… Grandmama humming, Mama holding her tight, her mistress braiding her hair with pale, slender, heavily jeweled fingers…

  Tears flowed from her eyes, the blood of four hundred fucking years of oppression! The chains around the ankles, the collars around the necks!

  I AM HUMAN! I AM NOT THREE-FIFTHS OF A MAN! MAMA! DADDY! I LOVE YOU! SAVE ME!

  …I AM NOT YOUR SLAVE!

  She sobbed angry, happy, furious tears!

  Venus broke free from the other restraint as her lover continued to rock inside her, holding her tighter against him now that her mind had taken her asunder. He cooed and kissed her, protected her, loved her… his own tears now blending with hers.

  “I love you so much, my Blood Queen!” His voice cracked as he spoke those words. The bed rocked violently against the floor as he pumped ruthlessly inside her. Her eyes fluttered once again, then rolled back…

  She could feel the water of the creek sloshing against her feet… see herself running for dear life in the forest… staring at the full moon above her head, blood all around… hear pounding African drums beating from the ancestors… the pages of a Bible flipping about in fast motion—a book she was told would save her, but one she had not been able to read…

  Someone with worn, dark, beautiful hands shook a doll in her face…

  Grandmama!

  The old woman’s smile lit up her mind like a thousand lights! Her pitch black, smooth skin became the galaxy, the cradle of civilization… free from bondage. Venus arched her back and fell back against her king as waves of violence and lust hit her all at once. She gnashed her teeth, screamed for mercy. His kisses were urgent, his body cold against her warmth…

  Little black children running, smiling, laughing… nooses hanging from trees, one with a body still swaying from it…

  Alexandre hugged her tighter, kissing away her pain. Her tears flowed nonstop—the hurt, the hatred, the love…

  He moaned loud, deep and guttural, waking her from her thoughts. And he kept on fucking her but then, he paused, jerked, then went still…

  She felt the rush of his liquid love flowing within her as he breathed hard in her ear, his heart beating so loud, it rivaled the African drums in the recesses of her mind. His entire body shook against her, settled, then started to tremble once again…

  When she looked around, regained her bearings, she had both hands loose and one leg. She smiled and wiped the bloody tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. She looked over her shoulder at him, and he was spooning her, smiling down at her…


  She turned her head to look up at him. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” she whispered to him.

  He kissed her and caressed her cheek.

  “Not as beautiful as you.” His chest heaved, his face registering raw emotions. After a few moments, he slid out from behind her and undid the restraint on her right ankle, setting her free. He slowly got up from the bed, leaving her lying there, listening to that song over and over, staring up at the ceiling, feeling peace like she’d never known.

  She’d not been bred… she’d made love and created life…by choice.

  Moments later, he returned with the black bag he’d been given when they first came into the private hotel. He set it next to her, reached inside, then removed a bottle of diamond shaped bottle of perfume, a little glass bottle of blood, and a beautiful diamond anklet. She removed the cap on the perfume and sniffed it.

  “Oh, this is nice! Beautiful!”

  “I had it made for you. It’s called Venus. It reminds me of you.”

  She thrust her arms around him and hugged him tight.

  “That’s so sweet, Alexandre. Wow.” He picked up the diamond anklet, reached down, kissed the top of her foot, and hooked it around her ankle. He then tried to hand her the bottle of blood.

  “I’ve had enough blood tonight. Goodness, I’m full.”

  “This is no ordinary blood…”

  Her brow arched. “Oh really?” She gathered the sheets against her.

  “Really. Go on, take a sip.” She removed the cork and tasted it. “It’s good… wow. Whose is it?”

  “Mine, as a baby. My mother had held onto it for my wedding night, hoping it would one day be used. It’s to help you.” He ran his hand along her stomach, smiled, then stood up. He reached for her. She placed her hand in his and he led her to the blood-filled hot tub in the corner of the room. He helped her inside it, then joined her, sloshing about as his long legs moved to and fro until he got settled. Lying back, his body slick with the red fluid, he looked so fucking sexy.

  Unable to resist him, she straddled him, and he simply lay there with his arms outstretched. His eyes hooded as he smirked, looking up at her, waiting to be crowned. She lowered herself onto his stiff cock and rocked against him, working her way down until he was fully inside of her. She rode him as Eric Bennet crooned ‘Femininity.’

  She had no idea where the bastard had got it from, but he suddenly pulled out a black and white striped cigar, lit it, and watched her through half-sleepy eyes that glowed bright. His fangs were partially exposed as she bounced on him, forcing him to rock back and forth. He kept casually smoking his cigar, pumping ever so slightly inside her, following her rhythm. In no time at all, she came hard against him, her self-control completely lost.

  He blew out smoke from the corner of his mouth, then cupped her around the back of her neck and slid his long tongue inside her mouth. When he pulled away, he looked into her eyes.

  “Let me tell you one thing we’ve got on humans, baby…”

  “What?”

  “When I tell you I want to love you until the end of time, I know that’s a real possibility… not just words.” He grabbed her hair, jerked her head to the side, and bit her, showing no mercy…

  8 months later…

  He could barely hold his damn breath…

  Whiskey winked at him, trying to offer comfort. It didn’t work. Alexandre had just made it to New York the previous day. He still had a thriving law practice there that he needed to check on from time to time. He’d hired a few top-notch lawyers to make things smoother. Venus had attended this trip with him, despite being eight months pregnant. He’d been staunchly against it, but she’d insisted, saying she needed to check out a few things in person for her art museum in Paris, which was successful. And she missed being in the city, too.

  “Shit!” He slammed his fist into the wall and the damn thing fractured, leaving a big ass hole where his hand had landed. “I should have insisted she stay in Paris! I should have told her no! She doesn’t listen!”

  “Boss, it’s okay… She’s in good hands.”

  “She’s in early labor… this is no good!” He started to pace back and forth in the lobby of the private infirmary, a place catering specifically to vampires up in Harlem. Venus had had a rough pregnancy, but she’d worked through it. She’d had great doctors, supportive friends, and of course, him. It was tradition for them to not find out the sex of the baby until birth, but due to her increasing weight at a drastic pace, they did discover that she was in fact having twins. He heard her faint screams from the room she was in down the hall, and his heart stopped. He marched back towards the door, prepared to demand answers and lend comfort, but Whiskey pulled on his shirt and made him stop.

  “Boss, no, no, no! They said you can’t go back in. You’re too worked up.”

  He hissed and turned back around, murmuring and stomping. Just two hours prior, things had appeared fine… but then she began to bleed. Badly.

  “Ahhh! Oh, God!” He sat down on a couch and covered his ears, rocking back and forth as he heard his bride screaming for dear life.

  I did this to her… I should have waited! Why couldn’t I control myself on our wedding night?! She wasn’t ready… What have I done?!

  Venus had a strong pain threshold. He could only imagine what she was feeling. What would cause her to yell that way? And then… just like that, it stopped… everything went quiet. He looked up at Whiskey, and their gazes locked. And then, he heard a baby crying… and another.

  He jumped to his feet, laughing, his heart beating a mile a minute. The door opened and there stood the doctor, a big smile on her face.

  “Come on in, King Alexandre… it’s time for you to meet your son and daughter.”

  He nearly lost his mind as he rushed down the hall and into the room. Venus lay in the bed, looking tired but happy, holding a baby in each arm. Both were wrapped in white blankets, their bodies pale as snow, their hair black as a starless night.

  “Is she okay? Are you okay?” He went to her and kissed the top of her head.

  “Yes, honey, I’m fine.” Venus chuckled. “We got one of each!” A happy red tear rolled down her cheek. “Here, hold your daughter.” He reached for the baby, then jerked back. “Come on, Alexandre!” she scolded. “You couldn’t possibly be afraid to hold your own offspring!”

  He chuckled, trying to play off the fact that he was terrified. Babies were so fragile. What if he crushed her? He swallowed, puffed out his chest, then took the baby into his arms. As he looked down at her, he rocked her slowly and in that moment, he fell in love for the second time. Her sky blue eyes glowed like balls of light as she looked up at him, as if searching for answers.

  “Hi! I’m your father… your daddy,” he said softly before kissing the baby’s forehead. “You’re lovely… truly you are.” His heart beating fast, he held their beautiful creation in his arms.

  “What are their names?” one of the nurses asked as she cleaned up around Venus, tossing bloodied tissues and towels into a can.

  “Well, we didn’t know exactly what we were having so we came up with two boy names, and two girl names. Since we had one of each, we said the girl, in that case, would be named, Océane Geneviève-Chloe Marseille—Chloe was my mother’s name—and our son would be—”

  “Julien Alexandre Marseille. My father’s first name was Julien,” Alexandre explained.

  “Those are very nice names, King Marseille. Your queen did very well. She should be fine.” Venus nodded in agreement as if she were an expert on the matter. “She is a quick healer so she should be back on her feet soon. The babies appear quite healthy, despite being premature. We want to watch them overnight if you don’t mind, especially your son. He is a bit yellow under the eyes. I doubt it’s anything serious… just want to make sure he doesn’t have an infection.”

  “Of course, totally understandable…” He sat down in a chair near his wife, cradling his child.

  “We’ll leave you two alone.�
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  The room cleared, leaving only the two of them behind.

  “You want to switch?” Venus asked softly after a few moments of silence.

  “Uh, yeah…” He adjusted himself in the chair. “I’m just a bit overwhelmed… in a good way.” She nodded in understanding as he got to his feet, gave her Océane then held his son for the first time. She slipped down her gown and put her breast to his daughter’s mouth. The little girl began to nurse right away.

  He stared at his son.

  Si parfait…

  The newborn’s eyes were light brown with flecks of gold and amber, and his hair a bit curlier than his sister’s. “He’s beautiful…” He laid a gentle kiss on his son’s small, pouty lips. “Hey, baby… You think it was this morning’s four-hour fuckfest that caused this?” He shot her a look, then shook his head in disbelief. “You know, because they shouldn’t have been here right now. You should have been pregnant for a couple more months since it was twins… They take longer.”

  Venus burst out laughing and shrugged.

  “Well, your mother and my doctor said everyone is different. With me being a Turned Vamp, my gestation was longer than, say, your mother’s, since she was a Pure Blood. They said generally no one should be giving birth to twins before eight months, Turned or not, so really, I have no idea… We haven’t slowed up in that regard. I wasn’t told to not have sex; in fact, it was encouraged. All I know is that they are here and healthy. All is well. Looks like she’s finished.”

  She stretched her arm and yawned. Venus placed the baby on her shoulder and burped her. He couldn’t help but smile. His mate was a natural.

  “Let me hold her again.” He reached for his daughter.

  “Are you sure?”

  “I have to get the hang of this sooner or later.” He smiled. She handed the baby back and he stood to his feet, both of the babies now nestled in his arms. “Whiiiskey! Open this door. I could bust it down with my foot, but I doubt the staff here would appreciate that.” He laughed then kissed each of them on the top of their head. Soon, the door opened and he stepped out.