by J. A. Lynch
“Strip,” she ordered.
Panic set in.
No, God no! I thought as my heart raced.
Laughing, she titled her head back and clapped her hands together.
“There is no need to be frightened,” she said, as she made her way over to me. “Please, remove your attire. I like to make my final decision from observation of the flesh.”
Snapping her fingers, one of her maids came to her side, their eyes always directed to the floor, “Undress our guest.”
Bowing, the maid walked behind me and began to undo the lacing that held my petticoats in place and let them drop from around my waist down to my slippered feet, leaving me only in my chemise, corset and bare legs. I could feel her tugging and pulling as she worked to undo the long set of laces on my corset.
I wanted to cry. The only other person next to my mother to have ever seen me naked was my own chambermaid and that was bad enough. I felt humiliated and embarrassed.
Finally, I was on parade.
The cold air that blew in from the open windows sent a trail of goose pimples spreading across my flesh. I shivered and stood with my hands trying to hide my modesty. The other girl who stood naked beside me tried to fight the increasing urge to cry, when finally she whimpered and tears began to roll down her cheeks. I felt sorry for her. I knew that this would not be in her favour, and whilst I felt a semblance of pity, part of me relished her downfall.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “I can’t do this!” She bent down and picked up her clothing, drawing the attention of our hostess who was far from amused.
“I am afraid you do not have a choice in the matter. You are here because your birthright belongs to me,” she said as she thundered over to the girl. “You, my little peasant have always been mine, and being mine comes with requisites - you just broke the first rule,”
Pale and shivering, the girl was led from the room, leaving me alone with her.
Smiling, she sauntered over to me like she was dancing on air, and the same sweet aroma began to infuse the room.
“It seems you were chosen for me,” she whispered as she examined my body.
Taking my hands in hers, I felt the oddest sensation rush through me. Her hands were warm to the touch, and her perfume was intoxicating. Holding my hands out at arm’s length, she examined me, her eyes tracing themselves down along my torso, until finally she stopped and smirked.
“You are intact, are you not?”she asked as her eyes remained fixed on my vagina.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“You have yet to be defiled?” she asked with a glint of red in her eyes.
“Yes,”
“Hmm, and what do you suppose to the fact that you now belong to me?”
She ran her fingers over mine, letting my hands fall to my sides as her fingers moved along my collar bone, gently leaving tracks from her long nails on my skin.
“I…I am here to serve you at your command,” I said, trying to keep control of my breath.
Surprise spread across her face.
“Ah, has one been coerced into obligation?”
“No, I respond as I should,” I replied trying my best not to anger her.
Smiling at me, she snapped her fingers, and two young maids came to either side of her, and gently removed her chemise.
Standing in front of me, I saw every inch of her body. It illuminated in the dim light of the candles, their reflection danced across her pearly white skin, shimmering on the contours of her abdomen.
“They call me Iona,” she said as she took my right hand and guided it to her breast. “Imagine my body an island. What does one do on an island?”
“They explore?” I replied.
Leaving my hand on her breast, she let go and rubbed my nipples until they hardened and stood electrified by her touch.
“Do you wish to explore?” she questioned me yet again.
Completely unsure of what to say, I nodded, earning myself a smile of appreciation.
My hand dropped from her breast as she guided me towards her. Cupping my face in her hands she placed her mouth on mine, and kissed me gently. Her soft lips felt like velvet against mine. Sweet and sensual her breath danced against mine as I kissed her back. It was my first kiss, and was nothing I had ever imagined it to be.
Shock ran through my veins as I found myself enjoying the taste of her tongue, the way her lips moved against mine; the way she stroked my chin as our breasts touched. Every inch of my body was becoming alive - that’s when the sensation began to pulsate between my legs. I had never experienced such a feeling before. It was strange, and beautiful, all at one time.
Her hands released my face and ran down the contours of my hips, gently stroking me in a circular motion, until finally, I could feel her between my legs.
Breathless, I stepped back from her, almost giddy from the intoxication of her mouth.
“Shush,” she whispered as I felt her fingers explore the insides of my thighs, gently touching the very sacred spot that had never been touched before.
It was sensational.
Easing me onto my back, she laid me down on the warm, soft cushions spread across the floor. Looking into my eyes, she gently rubbed her nose against mine, and then gently nuzzled on my lips, sucking the bottom one into her mouth, teasing me with a glimmer of momentary pain. Slowly her mouth made its way to my ear, and again, she bit down gently, the electrifying sensation intensifying my growing arousal.
“You are divinity sent from the God,” she purred in my ear as her hand yet again rubbed itself against the increasing wet spot between my legs.
Gasping, I found myself clenching my fists, trying not to get too lost in the moment. But it was useless; the warmth of her breath against my skin was by far the most sensual feeling ever bestowed upon me. It made me want her; it made me crave her touch.
It was as though she could read my mind, because within seconds she ran her tongue along my torso, over my navel, kissing and caressing me as her head stopped just above the very place I wanted her to touch.
Looking up at me, she smiled, but there was a hint of something wild behind that smile. I didn’t care. I needed her to do whatever it was she wanted. I was completely at her mercy, and I loved it.
Warmer and wetter I became, until finally I felt the first stroke.
Oh my God, my inner voice screamed.
Then she did it again, only this time her when her tongue sucked and teased me, her hot breath left me trembling. I felt her hands beneath my buttocks, as she raised me closer to her mouth. She moaned as she drank the wetness dripping from deep within, and as my back arched. I wanted more - I needed more.
The strokes became faster, with more passion behind every one. Making my body quiver and shudder as quakes of pure joy began to release their thrilling peak. Her tongue continued to encircle itself over my swollen clitoris, elongating her plunges as deeply as she could, twirling it against my inner walls and deepening our intimacy beyond expectations. Then her fingers slipped inside, one, then two; then three. Her mouth kissed the inside of my thigh as her fingers slid in and out; creating tingles and throbs, throwing my mind into an endless pool of desire. Grazing her teeth against my hips and navel, she plunged harder, quickening her pace as my moans began to turn her on. Slippery and warm I could feel the pressure begin its ascent, taking me higher…higher…closer; preparing me for my first release of that majestic eruption.
Fiery tingles emerged from the tips of my toes, through to my very core, igniting the waiting dynamite that was ready for the release of the explosion.
Shaking and convulsing, I rode the climax with every breath, thought, touch, feeling completely focused on that one moment.
Slowing down, she moved back up towards me, gently rubbing the thick moisture against my swollen lips with the palm of her hand, kissing my breasts and running her tongue over my erect nipples, sucking them into her mouth, and then releasing them with her teeth.
Almost wanting her to stop, I
jerked my hips upward. It was a kind of torture, but one I never imagined could feel this good. Finally, her touch became nothing more than feathery tingles; I let out one more moan.
Complete satisfaction.
Her lips found their way back to mine. The kiss was gentle and beautiful. Her sweet addictive aroma infused itself deep inside my mind, refusing to be forgotten. But I would never forget that moment; ever.
It was the single most erotic and sensual encounter of my entire existence, and nothing ever quite matched that first moment of pleasure.
Looking at me, she smiled; tracing my lips with her fingers as she lay by my side, and took my hand in hers, playfully tussling my hair around my face.
“I knew you were special the moment I heard your heartbeat tonight. I can tell things from a distance,” said as she got onto her knees and lifted a goblet that lay on a table close by. “You were always bound to me, and now we will drink each other finalizing your transition,” she gestured for me to get up, and I did as I was ordered.
Handing me the goblet Iona encouraged me to drink, “What is it?” I asked.
“Claret, my love,” she giggled and she was right. The bitter taste almost took my breath away, and stifling a cough, I sneezed which amused her.
“What did you mean by finalizing my transition?”
Raucously laughing, she removed the goblet from my hands, and took my hands in hers.
“Look at me,” she instructed.
I did as I was told, and focused my gaze on hers.
Amber hues danced across her pupils, entwining and overlapping the chestnut tone that had been there. Slowly the amber disappeared, and a red tinge filled her entire eye.
Bouncing back, I held my hands over my mouth.
Shock, horror, fear, dismay - so many things ran through my mind.
“Don’t worry - it will all be over soon,” she slurred as she pounced.
That was the last thing I saw.
My eyes were fixed shut, too afraid to open. Hot pain pulsated through my body as I lay motionless feeling something gnaw on my throat, draining me of life. If I had had the strength to shout, cry, scream, I would have, but it was almost as though I had been poisoned into an ephemeral like state. I could hear and feel, but couldn’t move.
When the pulling and drinking had stopped, my eyes opened, and I saw her hunched over, licking her fingers. Something red and sticky ran down her chin, and wild-eyed she growled like a feral beast.
Choking, I could feel something move up my oesophagus, bubbling in the back of my mouth, and then it began to see out, dripping down my chin and neck.
What’s happening? I thought.
***
Shuddering, I found myself back in the present holding onto the handrail and balancing myself as I fought to control my laboured breathes.
The memory of that night had roused so many emotions inside me, I felt like I was losing my grit and edge. Simpering and female, I could feel the shudder of raw sentiment set up home inside my cold heart. Just sometimes I wondered if I ever thought any of my actions out thoroughly.
Iona was powerful. I was no match for her or her witchery; I was nothing more than hock in a game that would never end.
Taking a step forward, I pushed the doubt to the back of my mind and concentrated on finding her chamber, even though I could feel her presence all around me, provoking me.
“Bianka!” her smooth voice whispered in my ear.
Ignoring her, I took the last step and found myself standing in front of a solid oak door. Upon it were small engravings carved into its breast, on closer inspection I could make out the shapes of girls, lots of them, and all of them bowing in front of a tower; the North tower.
Swallowing hard, I reached for the handle.
Hot, burning, blistering pain pulsated up my arm. Deep within my veins I could feel the acrid sensation of something crawling, making its way towards my neck. Letting go of the handle I panicked and in an act of fury I started to pull at my skin under my chin. Scratching and clawing trying to remove the burning itch from within.
It soon began to subside, and as I stopped the frenzied attack on myself, I could feel warm liquid oozing down my neck and over my breastbone. My own scent was hard to ignore. It was very different to other kindred. It was unique and pleasing, which had led me to this existence.
Laughing, Iona appeared in front of me again, this time she opened the door and left me standing in the archway, inches away from her chamber.
“Must we play these games, Bianka?” she asked as she took refuge in her long plush chaise sofa.
Knowing that as soon as I crossed the threshold I would be at the mercy of her spells and allure. I had to resist the temptation that came with my plans of bringing her reign to an end.
Gulping down hard, I stepped over the invisible shield, and the door slammed shut behind me.
“Come, be seated. We have much to talk about,” she gleefully said, but her eyes were dark and sinister. She was no doubt playing games with me.
Walking slowly towards her, I ran my fingers along the cream armoire, tracing along the lines of exquisite designs; making sure this was real and not an illusion.
“You have grown up, Bianka,” she remarked. “You have blossomed just as I said you would.”
“Thank you!” I replied as I stood inches from her.
She was without a doubt more beautiful than I had remembered. Whilst our many encounters remained fresh in my mind, the memories sometimes failed me. I had become accustomed to creating an image of a monster, it lessoned the pain of my own lack of willpower and it was much more acceptable to hate an ogre, than a thing of unedifying beauty.
“Please, sit with me, and tell me are the rumours true,” she coyly said.
Sitting down beside her, I could feel the warmth of her scent brush itself against mine. The air was quite intoxicating and hues of amber and velvet danced in little circles around us. It was magical and frightening all at once.
“Rumours?” I asked.
Clapping her hands together, she turned to face me and brushed my hair from around my face, placing it behind my ears.
“You and Batar have become quite the hot topic of court these days. Are they true?”
“Who would make such pompous gossip up?” I retorted.
Turning to the small dresser beside her, she filled two goblets and offered me one. Taking the chalice from her I sipped at the fresh claret.
“Why everyone at court loves to hear hot gossip and none more so than two royals taking advantage of their lineage,” she said as she sipped from her goblet. “You do realise that you reek of Batar and his royal blood?”
Setting my chalice on the table beside me, I positioned myself to stand up, only for Iona the grab my right wrist, holding me still.
“Do not dare to disobey me. You will stand when I command you to – you will do as I say. Understood?”
At that precise moment I resented her more so than at any other time in my life, and nodded like an obedient animal.
“Now, amuse me Bianka, why have you come here?” she arched an eyebrow as she waited for an answer.
“Iona, I believe you know the answer to your question,”
“Yes, as much as it burdens me, I can sense the change in your heart and where other’s having failed, you have succeeded.”
The conniving bitch! She had sensed me all along and was playing mind games with me.
When I thought I had lost the courage and will to fight, something snapped inside me and it caught even me by surprise. Turning to face her, my fangs clicked into place and before I could stop myself, I had pinned Iona on the ground, putting all my monstrous weight on her torso, leaving her at my mercy. With one hand, I slapped her hard across the face a few times, just to get the message across, and with the other I kept a tight hold of her neck.
Her eyes were wild and feral as she hissed. She resembled an animal that had been restrained.
Bending down to her ear, I traced a
finger across the bridge of her nose and outlined the contours of her lips: which were red, plump and beautiful. Slow and steady I bit into the flesh just below her ear and drank fiercely. Her warm blood ran into my mouth and down my throat setting alight the cells that had lay dormant for many years. It was as though my entire essence came alive at the precise moment and without much warning I found myself aroused.
Below me she lay still, as though she was paralysed, but my next move surprised her.
Slipping my hand between her legs, I caressed her inner thighs until I found the place that made my hunger hit a peak I had never known. Wet and swollen Iona’s hisses of anger turned into something else: desire.
Sliding her thighs apart and bending her knees upwards, she opened herself to me: but her submission came with a price – mercy.
Lowering myself down between her legs, I pushed up the hem of her dress, and teasingly touched her soft swollen clitoris. Arching her back, she winced and moaned and quivered at my every touch.
Licking my lips, I looked up at my Queen as she glowed in the dim light of the room. Then gliding my tongue across the outline of her pussy, I opened my mouth wide and swallowed as much of her womanly juices as I could and sucked her into me while brushing my tongue inside her. Locking my lips on her clitoris Iona moaned and shook. Flicking my tongue over her engorged clit, my fingers entered her, but unpredictable contractions inside her pussy drank me deep within her.
Drawing her legs up over my shoulders, I lifted her by her bottom and fucked her with my tongue, in and out, around in circles, hard then soft, teasing her until she cried out, “Stop….ah…no…oh,” she moaned as she shook her head from side to side.
Breathless and wild, she began to move her bottom up and down in time with my licks and sucks, until I could feel the thunderous explosion inside my mouth. Salty, thick female cum ran down my throat, and some even slipped down the sides of my mouth. Gushing, dripping, my gulping sounds moaned into her as she groaned above.
Releasing her legs, they fell down by my side and I teasingly licked at her before removing myself from her.