Obviously, he had not believed her when she told him she did not know anything. She opened her eyes again, her breath hitching in her throat as she gazed around the room and recognized her surroundings. Her fangs throbbed with remembrance of the days and nights spent here amongst the boys’ toys. The room had been modernized with new lighting since she’d been here last. Large yet cozy, it was decorated in gold and silver hues. No expense was spared for whoever they’d modernized it for. An unwanted pang of rage ripped through her, thinking of other females being entertained in here while she’d been gone. She tamped it down. She had no claim on them any longer. They had severed all ties when they’d betrayed her.
Lush green palm plants and ferns in huge wicker pots adorned all four corners of the room, giving it a jungle appearance. Bright lights twinkled like magnificent stars from silver strobes behind the towering plants and one of the walls was an entire window drenched in sheer virgin-white lace drapes. It was night outside, for she saw only blackness out there.
The other three walls and the ceiling consisted of huge mirrors encased in gold frames. Megan looked up at the mirror above her and her breath halted as she noticed her appearance.
She looked absolutely sexy lying on the gold pillows. Rosy red color flushed her cheeks; her plump lips were slightly parted, as if anticipating Christian’s cock coming into her mouth again. Her auburn hair appeared messy and spread like a fan upon a white satin pillow where she laid her head. Silver chains peeked out from beneath the golden sheet covering her. After moving both her legs and hearing the tinkle of metal, she realized her ankles were chained. From gazing into the mirrors, she guessed she had about five feet of chain on each leg before they were attached to metal links in the butter-colored ceramic floor.
Oh shit. So she wouldn’t be getting too far in this getup. But what about her wrists? She didn’t feel any shackles there. Upon moving her arms, she didn’t hear the clink of chains. Relief splashed through her upon discovering velvet gold cuffs with an eyelet wrapped around her wrists, but she wasn’t attached to any restraints. At least she had her hands free.
Lifting the sheets to peer down at her nudity, Megan creamed at the sight of the gold vibrator clamps enticingly nibbling on her nipples and the accompanying gold weights lying on her breasts. Weights that were larger than the ones she’d worn earlier. Right now as she lay here, these weights wouldn’t affect her, but when she stood or sat up, they would pull on her nipples and give her an erotic burn that was sure to have her gasping. Speaking of gasping, she couldn’t help but notice how large her nipples were, compliments of the clamps. They looked like huge, lush berries.
Oh my, it also appeared while she’d slept, her body had taken on a mind of its own, reacting to — or better yet, remembering — the earlier sexual ministrations of her Dark Heart. She blew out a tense breath at the soreness in her pussy as she remembered how he’d lost control and taken her, giving her the release she needed so badly.
Gazing around the room, Megan spied the stunning king-sized canopied bed. The four posters were carved out of dark cherrywood, displaying intimate body parts such as a woman’s plump breast, a bellybutton here, a penis there. Even sex toys had been carved into the wood, everything blending expertly in with each other. A woman could lie here and fantasize all day, just looking at the complex patterns in the wood.
Above the bed hung a luscious canopy drenched in an abundance of tantalizing waves of gold sheets, the same kind of sheet she wore. Well, she wasn’t actually wearing it, as opposed to being covered by it.
Her heart beat harder as she spied the two thrones against another wall. Large, cushioned chairs with ornate wooden carvings as handrails. Thrones, where her two Dark Hearts had sat once upon a time, while watching the Master Pleasurers gratifying her.
The two Kings’ images rose in her mind. Two Kings sitting upon their thrones. Watching her, lust shining bright in their eyes as they watched her struggle. Listening to her screams. Then afterward, their whispered tender words as they tried to calm the aftereffects of the Master Pleasurers. Her being sore. Quite sore. Tender, satiated, wanting more.
A riptide of both exhilaration and trepidation raced through Megan as she understood why she’d been brought to this room. Christian hadn’t taken pity on her after all. He had plans for her. And she knew exactly what those intentions entailed.
Just then, the mirrored door swung open, and her breath halted as Christian stepped inside with one female and one male. Following him were two Master Pleasurers. She recognized this due to the clothing they wore. Nothing but sheer, silky gold scarves draped low over their hips covering their genitalia. The Master Arousers carried wooden bowls of fruit and breads. The female was extraordinarily pretty, with huge blue eyes, long black lashes and waist-length black hair. Her young breasts were full and pert with nipples the size of lollipops. Jealousy sheered through Megan as she wondered if her Kings had lain with this one.
Megan swung her attention to the male. He looked exquisitely handsome, with a mop of brown hair and sparkling green eyes. He possessed extremely muscular shoulders, a narrow waist and very powerful, long legs. Beneath the sheer cloth draped around his waist, she had no problem making out the exceptionally long cock pressing boldly and ready for action. She could even make out the cock ring wrapped around the base of his shaft to keep him erect.
She didn’t recognize either of them from her time here in the past. Perhaps because the other Master Pleasurers she’d been with were long dead, for Master Pleasurers were usually human captives or vampire captives from the spoils of wars with other factions. The Master Arousers were mesmerized by the Kings or by Seer into being sexually submissive. Human slaves were here, for one reason or another, after discovering that vampires existed. Sometimes, instead of having them killed to protect the vampire race, the humans were brought in to the Empire to serve. They were inquisitive creatures whose curiosity got them into lots of trouble. Hence the high disappearance-without-a-trace rate in the human world.
Yes, these were Master Pleasurers — and Christian and Zane only kept the best.
It was inevitable. Christian surely meant business. He cast a dark, sultry gaze at her and the sexual intention she read there made her tremble with both need and apprehension.
“I brought food, my Queen,” Christian said as he nodded to the slaves to place the bowls on each side of Megan. “I understand you have acquired a taste for it while living in the human world.”
Damn him! That’s why she’d slept through the transfer of being brought in here from the dungeon. He must have mesmerized her into sleep as well as read her mind while she’d slept. What else had he read? Had he discovered the knowledge she hid behind the protective shield she’d erected? From the moment Seer had told her the unborns were in danger, Megan had trained herself to automatically raise the mind shield during her most vulnerable time — during sleep. But had she been able to keep it up while he’d prodded her mind?
Christian wouldn’t know to look for offspring. He had no idea. Neither of the Kings knew. Megan had only taken Seer into her confidence that night she had run from the Kings, and Seer would know what to look for.
And Vampira knew about them, of course. Thinking of the group of females who hid among the humans made a blade of sadness slice through her. Did Vampira know she was missing? Would they search for her? Vampira’s main mission was to protect females from getting pulled back into their past, but if Vampira realized she’d gone missing, they might sacrifice her for the safety of her daughters. It had been a prearranged request from Megan to them upon acceptance into the group. That she would be sacrificed if anything ever went wrong.
Christian plopped into one of the golden thrones and studied her. “Did I read your thoughts wrong, my wife? You look glum. I would have thought you would enjoy my gifts.”
She forced herself to maintain eye contact with him. She didn’t want him to catch on she held a big secret from their past. Didn’t want him to know her sense
of helplessness at having her legs chained. Most of all, she didn’t want him to suspect that she’d been instructed to kill him and his brother. An icy wave of dread slashed through her at the thought of killing them. There had to be some other way. There just had to be!
“Does your wound hurt you so?” Christian’s brows furrowed once again with unconcealed concern, snapping Megan out of her fall in to hopelessness. Once again, she questioned Seer’s prediction. If Christian held such concern for her, then how could he want her dead if he discovered she’d been pregnant? Unless it was Zane who would be the killer, thinking the twins belonged to Christian and felt threatened? Seer had never revealed why, despite Megan begging her for an answer.
“The wound heals quickly now. I thank you for your concern.” Although she had healing capability as a vampire, she had always been a slow healer, but once she got some fresh blood she’d heal faster. Vampires were funny that way, every one having their own abilities and gifts.
“Ahh, not concern, merely wanting you to be well enough to enjoy your next round of sexual torture.” He snapped his fingers and the two Master Pleasurers set themselves on each side of her upon the pillows and both lifted their bowls in offering to her.
She sighed wearily. She would prefer to have pure blood to re-energize, but being a member of Vampira, she was not allowed to drink human blood. In her human life, she got her nourishment from synthetic blood. Human food did nothing in the way of sustenance. She had forced herself to acquire the taste to be able to fit in with the human race. Blood while mating with Christian, on the other hand, would give her the power to heal her wound quickly as well as become strong enough to think more clearly.
Leaning over, Megan plucked a bunch of Ruby Roman pink grapes from the bowl the female held. The human cast Megan a warm smile of sensuality that made Megan’s tummy do a nice little flip-flop. As Megan placed one of the grapes in her mouth, she couldn’t help but compare it to the female’s nipples. Both appeared the same size, plump and ripe for the taking. Megan’s mouth watered at the sudden wanting of taking the human’s juicy-looking nipple into her mouth. She’d always possessed a weakness for female breasts, and her Dark Heart knew this too.
Biting into the grape made an array of juice splash over her taste buds. Although research suggested grapes were sweet, Megan’s taste buds were only tuned in to the taste of blood, so she couldn’t enjoy any flavor.
Megan held still while the female reached out and gently pulled down the sheet covering Megan’s upper half, revealing her breasts to the other slave and to Christian. Both males gazed upon her nakedness, making Megan tremble with excitement as lust shone in their eyes.
“Help her into a seated position, so I may gaze better upon my Queen,” Christian instructed.
The two slaves did his bidding and helped her into a seated position. As she expected, the weights on the clamps pulled erotically on her nipples, bringing a sensual burn along with it.
“Touch her while she eats. I wish to watch.”
Megan found her breath quickening as each human cupped a breast and with their other hands feathered light touches along her curves while the nipple clamps nibbled just a bit harder. Quivers of pleasure stroked through her, making her bite back a moan.
“That’s it. Good.” Christian leaned back against his throne, his hands clutching the wooden arms of the chair and watched. To show her defiance, that these two wouldn’t break her, Megan tried like hell to keep eye contact with him. But it was hard to remain composed with two humans at her breasts.
“Please eat, Megan. I want to watch how you pretend to be a human. It, for some reason, amuses me.”
“I’d much prefer drinking from you, my Lord,” she breathed as the familiar sensual haze floated through her. Having been without sex for forty years certainly did have its disadvantages. Now that she’d had a taste of him, she needed more.
“Give me names, and I will give you all the pleasure you wish.”
“Yes, with me dangling from a noose around my neck for terrorism,” Megan said softly.
She didn’t miss the narrowing of his eyes at her comment, nor the clenching of his jaw. Truth be told, she didn’t have access to the information he sought. Whoever was attacking their Empire was doing it in such a way as to frame her. To make the Kings as well as the entire Warrior clan angry at her. Megan could only wonder how long it would take before someone broke in to murder her.
Chapter Five
You must kill the Kings. Seer’s voice whispered inside her head and a shiver of revulsion as well as ice-cold apprehension zipped through Megan. Seer was nearby. She could feel her presence inside her head as she tried to read her thoughts, tried to find out where Megan had hidden her daughters.
She would not know. For Megan did not know. The moment she disappeared and did not answer her next contact call, her daughters would have been taken to a safer place on behalf of Vampira. Hidden amongst the humans, growing up as humans. Her offspring would stay hidden until Megan was returned to Vampira.
“You must spread your legs, Your Majesty, for the King wills it,” the male Master Arouser whispered as he skimmed a hand between her thighs.
“And what would he do if I do not submit?” she whispered back, settling into the luscious hum of arousal the touches upon her breasts were creating.
“He would not be pleased with the two of us. Please, have mercy on us and enjoy his offering.”
Megan sighed and nodded. She did not wish ill will on these two humans. Although she doubted Christian would harm them, they obviously feared him.
“As he wishes,” she replied and opened her legs.
The female tugged the sheet away and exposed Megan’s lower half for all to see. She didn’t miss Christian leaning closer in his chair as he watched the female let go of Megan’s breast and move herself between Megan’s open legs. Wrapping her hands around Megan’s ankles, the female brought her knees up and parted her legs sideways, keeping her legs wide apart.
Megan braced herself as the female settled in between Megan’s legs, dipping her head.
“She is a female. She will know best how to pleasure another female.” Christian chuckled.
“As you wish, my Lord,” Megan said in a calm voice, pretending having a female human checking out her pussy wasn’t getting her all hot and bothered.
“What is your name, female?” Megan asked as the woman removed the clit stimulator.
“I am called Kalla, your Majesty.”
“And you?” she asked the male slave who was moving closer to her on the pillows, proceeding to smooth his hands over her lower abdomen now, making her tummy tighten and her pussy cream.
“I am Gypsy,” he said and leaned in to kiss her wounded shoulder. It was a sweet press of warm lips that had her trembling with longing.
“You kiss well, my Gypsy,” Megan said as an idea burst forth. “Kiss my lips, Gypsy. Make love to my lips.”
A low growl erupted from Christian, and the two human slaves stiffened. Obviously kissing her on the mouth was not allowed. How interesting. Had Christian set limits as to what the humans should do with her? That could mean he was jealous. If so, she could turn the tables against him and ruin this avenue of questioning, just as the last round of sexual torture had been ruined.
“Lick my labia, Kalla. Tease my clit with your teeth. Make me come.”
The female between her thighs hesitated for a moment and Megan reached out and wrapped her hand in the woman’s long black hair. With a gentle tug, she pulled the female’s head closer.
“Don’t be frightened. It is what your King wishes,” Megan said, trying hard to keep the smugness out of her voice as she watched her husband for his reaction.
Nothing showed in his face, but the rest of him had tensed up. Muscles bulged in his shoulders and his arms and hands fastened tighter on the handrails of his throne. Obviously, he hadn’t expected Megan to so easily take control over this situation, had he?
“And you, my Gypsy, k
eep kissing my shoulder. I like the feel of your warm mouth on my body.”
Gypsy grinned, willing to oblige, and kissed her with the gentlest breeze of kisses. Between her thighs, Kalla took Megan’s labia into her mouth and began an erotic sucking, which made Megan’s breath hitch.
My, the female did know how to pleasure, didn’t she? As Gypsy kissed her shoulder and over the tops of her breasts, Kalla nibbled on Megan’s labia, making Megan fight the impulse to wrap her legs around Kalla’s head.
Instead, Megan tried to appear nonchalant as with her free hand she picked up a huge wedge of orange cantaloupe and took a big bite out of it, making a sensual sound of appreciation, which wasn’t hard because she was reacting to the ministrations of the humans rather than the bland taste of the fruit.
On his throne, Christian continued to glare at her. With either hatred or jealousy, she wasn’t certain which, but surely he should know how he’d react with others touching her. He’d allowed it in the past. Once, he’d even had four male Master Arousers touching her intimately while Christian and Zane had watched. After sending them away, Zane and Christian had taken her roughly and forcefully, plunging into her over and over again, until she’d been begging them both to feed from her at the same time, she’d been so aroused by their jealousy.
Megan had always felt sensual and erotic being naked in front of her Kings, as well as the Master Arousers. She moaned and writhed wantonly as Kalla took her clit into her mouth and sucked tenderly. At the same time, Gypsy removed a nipple clamp from her right breast and took her aching, erect nipple into his mouth, sucking as gently as possible, almost knowing the clamp had left her nipple somewhat sore and tender.
As the humans aroused her under the watchful gaze of their King, Megan tried hard to keep eating and watching her King for signs of his distress or perhaps his arousal. As her pleasure grew, her eyelids grew heavier, making it harder to see him. But she certainly could hear Christian’s breaths as they quickened and became raspier. Out of anger or arousal, she couldn’t be sure.
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